Every year in early May, Edge quiets down. Everything is on pause as emails from this group of public communicators are few and far between. The Edge community has hit the road.
June rolls around, things start cooking again and we begin to
hear from various thinkers on their travels and adventures.
This year, we asked a number of people to send picture postcards.
We're happy to share these summer postcards with Edge
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[Excerpts published simultaneously in Seed Magazine, September-October edition.]
Thus, the Stanford Quad instead, looking for some primate here to anesthetize, as I would normally bedoing now to the baboons. However, the university has emptied out for summer break, making this task non-trivialbarely a student around, not even the ones whizzing around on bikes or in-line skates, always a particular darting challenge. Hardly even an emeritus professor tortoising across. So for lack of alternatives, I may have to return soon to my lab and catch up on what everyone is doing there.
The Bay of Cassis
we are in a little village on the Mediterranean, where I am working
for a few weeks with my friend Carlo Rovelli, who is a Professor nearby
in Marseille. Carlo and I discovered the main ideas that went into
loop quantum gravity working together in a setting like this, in Verona,
getting together each day to talk, and then going home to calculate
and check on our own, and it is wonderful to be back working with
him. We understand each other easily, and from long experience know
how to compensate for each other's strengths and weaknesses and so
we work quickly. We are making fast progress on understanding the
implications of the existence of a cosmological constant for quantum
gravity. I had taken a detour of a few years to apply what we had
learned about quantum spacetimes to string theory, but there is so
much about nature, not the least the apparent fact that there is a
cosmological constant, that string theory seems not to incorporate.
Now it is wonderful to be back in reality, four dimensional and non-supersymmetric
as it seems to be after all.
Afterwards we have a meal which, with the exception of the tomatoes and a bit of chocolate, has been enjoyed in the Mediterranean since the advent of agriculture: olives, cheese, bread, fish, a good local wine. One cannot but think of Jared Diamond and wonder if it was really the case that the small scale organization required to reach a high standard of living on such food made possible small independent city states and hence the Phoenicians, the Greeks, the Romans, the notion of mathematical proof, the monotheistic religions, the idea of democracy and hence so much of modern civilization.
Before this I was in London for a few days, catching up with old friends, and working with Joao Maguiejo on our version of an idea that has sprung up from a number of friends and colleagues in the last two years: that perhaps special relativity is modified at very short distances. The idea is that not only can the speed of light be a constant, but one can have also an invariant length, that all observers agree on, in spite of the fact that usually lengths contract in relativity. The invariant length can be the Planck length, below which loop quantum gravity predicts the geometry of space and time is atomic and discrete. But what is really wonderful is that some people, particularly Giovanni Amelino-Camelia, have realized that such a theory has consequences that are experimentally testable not in 500 years, but now. By observing light or cosmic rays which have traveled for most of the history of the universe, one can detect such modifications of relativity. The result is that it appears possible to test experimentally which if any of the quantum theories of gravity are correct. So physical theory will not be a matter of sociology, as it has sometimes seemed over the last twenty-five years when experiment played little role. Instead nature will let us know if string theory, loop quantum gravity or something else, is the right description of space and time at the shortest distances.
For me the Mediterranean has always been a good place to reflect on where science is going, both the community as a whole and my own work. Science, at least theoretical physics, is very social, and it is good to get away from universities, conferences and research groups, and remember that it is all about nature.
In her postcard, my friend Judy Harris asks why there isn't a Grand Canyon in Middletown, New Jersey, or any other place that a river runs through.
One reason is that the Rocky Mountains create a catchment area for a lot of water that eventually has to find its way to the Pacific Ocean. The other is that much of Arizona consists of an enormous intact plateaua huge slab of land that had been uplifted gradually for millions of years, and then miraculously was not broken up by earthquakes or other tectonic activity. When the predecessor to the Colorado River materialized, it had a vast blank slate to pass over, rather than a landscape already made craggy by earlier geological processes. Grand canyons, by the way, are not formed by water gouging a deep furrow as it passes over a flat surface (that image never made sense to me). They work their way backwards from where a plateau ends in a huge cliff. Imagine the Colorado river reaching the end of its plateau and forming a Niagara Falls. Just as Niagara Falls could eat away its bed and migrate backwards, leaving behind a canyon, the Colorado River ate its way through the plateau backwards in a mouth-to-source direction.
learned all this from Canyon Dave, a geologist at a small state college
in Arizona. Canyon Dave served as our guide to the Grand Canyon one
afternoon last month during an old-fashioned family driving vacation
out west with my wife Ilavenil and her mother and stepfather. (Having
in-laws from New Zealand means that you get to see a lot of spectacular
scenerynot just because New Zealand has a lot of it, but because
they force you to see the spectacular parts of your own country when
they visit.) We began at Stanford, where Ilavenil gave a presentation
on her art to the Art, Brain, and Cognition study group at the Center
for Advanced Study. Then we drove to the Mojave National Reserve, London
Bridge (in Lake Havasu City, Arizona), the remains of Route 66, the
Grand Canyon, the Painted Desert, the Glen Canyon Dam, Zion Canyon,
Mono Lake, and Yosemite, all in 8 days and 2200 miles. As the old ad
slogan said, See America First.
rest of the summer, I hope, will provide some calm before the stormbeginning
in mid-September, six weeks of touring to talk about the book, and,
given its subject matter, probably some controversy. In July and August
I'll be alternating time at MIT with time in Cape Cod, where I'll distract
myself with photography, kayaking, and tandem bicycling. Ilavenil and
I are planning to repeat our feat of last summer, when we rode a century
(a hundred miles in a day, a test of endurance much like writing a book,
but with a much sorer butt. And no, I won't take the wireless email
Anyway these little particles are fascinating, so numerous that they may represent the dominant mass in the universe and so weakly interacting that they easily go through miles of rock without being slowed down, hardly ever leaving an observable trace. No pictures of them in this card, but let me assure you they are everywhere.
Attended by over 400 people, the meeting was interesting sociologically as well as scientifically because of the presence of groups building or planning to build new neutrino detectors. Not all of them are going to make it so there's a lot of jockeying for position. In presenting plans, the experimentalists seem to have introduced a new unit, the MegaEuro per Kiloton, ME/KT, designed to let others know how big their detector is going to be and how cost efficient it really is. Every detector is also labeled by its own acronym, designed hopefully to stick in the mind. SNO, AMANDA, BOONE, UNO, MINOS, LUNA, MOON, MIND and so on were all discussed- note the letter "n" for neutrino tucked away somewhere in all of them. Only the two veterans, Homestake and Kamioka, were named for the mine and the mountain they were located in. Those were the old pre cute days. Ultimately of course, it's the results, not the acronyms that matter.
The meeting was held in Munich, a city I hadn't been to in almost 15 years. While there I started feeling that I was living in one of those Sebald books where truth and fiction, past and present begin to merge in eerie ways. My thoughts centered on November 1918, the month 18-year old Wolfgang Pauli arrived in Munich from his native Vienna. He intended to study at the university. Study may be the wrong word because Pauli was generally considered to be the smartest of all the wunderkinder that created quantum mechanics. At 20 he wrote the review article about general relativity-it amazed Einstein. At 24 he did the work on the Exclusion Principle that won him the Nobel Prize. Heisenberg, Pauli's slightly younger Munich buddy tends to get more credit these days, but it's not clear to me how much of Heisenberg's work is due to Pauli's prodding. Together and separately, they were a formidable duo. However the idea of the neutrino was Pauli's and Pauli's alone.
November 1918 also had a dark side in Munich because that's when a disgruntled war veteran named Adolf Hitler moved there, with consequences that are all too familiar. On a personal side, both my mother and my mother-in-law came to Munich that same month from other towns in Germany- once World War I was over there seemed to be a general migration of young and aspiring Germans to either Munich or Berlin. For a while, things looked good, but within a few years the tide began to turn. My mother moved to Italy, explaining how her son came to be named Gino. My mother-in-law stayed in Munich, fleeing only after the Nazis murdered her first husband. My Munich roots, both good and bad, run deep.
course there is the city's English Gardens, the vast park designed by
Count Rumford, a Massachusetts native who fled to Britain after picking
the wrong side to back in the Revolutionary War. He founded the Royal
Institution, the famous London research institute and then left for
Bavaria to re-organize their army. While in Munich he managed to deal
the caloric theory a near-fatal blow by finding the mechanical equivalent
of heat. After a while he came back to London and soon thereafter, in
a huff, headed off to France, then at war with Britain. In Paris he
married the widow of the great chemist Lavoisier, who had been executed
in the French Revolution. The marriage didn't work out, but fortunately
the science did.
I'm just returning home from the annual Supersymmetry Conference in Hamburg, home of the DESY accelerator in addition to international terrorism. The unstated conference theme was the relative likelihood of supersymmetry vs. something even more exotic like extra dimensions as a way of understanding the electroweak symmetry breaking energy, the energy where the mass of the quarks, leptons, and electroweak gauge bosons is generated.
The informal discussions were easily as valuable as the talks themselves. A boat ride on the harbor was an excellent setting for discussing with Ed Witten the relative merits of string-derived models compared to more conventional field theoretical models in which unification of forces occurs at high energy (especially since one can easily tire of big boats when jet-lagged).
A coffee break following Ed's talk offered an opportunity to discuss with an Irishman, an Israeli, and some fellow Americans how one might simply formulate a Grand Unified Theory that naturally breaks supersymmetry in an experimentally acceptable way. Other topics were better left unspokena Spaniard explaining to an Israeli the Middle East situation was uncomfortably tense. Supersymmetry breaking definitely appears a far safer and more tractable problem. My talk was a challenge to the conventional SUSY expectation that the Higgs boson will be light and that unification of couplings is excluded in all but supersymmetric theories; unification of couplings can happen in our extra dimensional theories as well.
I ended the trip by visiting a friend in Bavaria and briefly checking out the rock-climbing in the Frankenjura. Spent one day at Truenitz and one day at Burglesau and Katzenbuckel, all of which were excellent. Enjoyed the region itself as well.
Middletown, New Jersey
I haven't traveled to Sofia, Dublin, or the Galapagos Islands. I'm spending
the summer in the same place I spent fall, winter, and springin
exciting Middletown, New Jersey. But things are looking up: yesterday
I was able to take a walk. I walked about the distance of a city block,
to the place where a stream travels under the road. There I rested for
a while, leaning on the brick wall that forms the sides of the little
bridge, looking down at the moving water and the lush vegetation that
competes for space on the banks. The trees growing there are precariously
balanced; occasionally one loses its hold and topples over, because
the soil has been washed away from around its roots. Why, I wondered,
don't all rivers carve out Grand Canyons?
knows, when they begin writing a book, whether they will live long enough
to complete it. But when the odds don't look good, one hesitates to
commit oneself. In the past couple of years I have concentrated my energies
(such as they are) on smaller things that I could be pretty sure of
seeing through to completion. Though I've written a few journal articles
and chapters for edited books, even that has come to seem too slow,
and lately I've turned to the instant gratification of online publishing.
At the end of May the last of my four essays on birth order was posted
on The Nurture Assumption website (the link is on my Edge
So now I'm between things. Deciding what to do next will be my job for the summer. The published studies of Bosentan show that people who take it can walk a bit farther and faster than those who are unlucky enough to get the placebo, but remain mute on the question of whether they can write a book.
mission, should I choose to accept it, is to reveal what I have learned
since the publication of The Nurture Assumption. That book was
a challenge to academic psychology: prove to me that I'm wrong. Convince
me that there is enough evidence for parental influence on child outcomes
to make it scientifically justifiable to reject the null hypothesis
of zero parental influence. Show me the data.
Will I have time to tell my story of deception and illusion in academia? There are some tall trees, with roots still firmly in the bank, who are hoping I won't.
Hanover, New Hampshire
Tribeca is in a state of physical recovery tempered by emotional exhaustion. I'm spending more and more time away because I find it hard to lift myself out of the neighborhood's heightened sense of fate. Whenever I leave it takes a day or so for the concerns of ordinary life to seem real, but it's vital that they do.
This Summer I'm teaching and doing research part time up at Dartmouth with my long time friend and colleague Joe Rosen. Joe is best known as both as one of the world's most ambitious reconstructive plastic surgeons and as one of the most extravagant thinkers about how the human body might be modified in the future. There was a silly cover story about him on Harper's magazine a while back that dubbed him "Dr. Daedalus" because of his project to give people the option of having wings. We've worked together for almost two decades on surgical simulation, prosthetics, surgical instrumentation, and ways to use information systems to improve the health care system in the real world, right now, which turns out to be a harder problem than all of the above, because it involves lots of stubborn humans.
Joe and I work well together, but also clash over the same set of ideas that often put me at odds with other edge.org respondents. We're co-teaching a class on the future of information systems in medicine, and I think we might have actually succeeded in startling some of the almost perfectly serene students who have populated universities in the last few years with our argument.
Joe believes that Lamarckian evolution is coming back (it probably played a role in the earliest origin of life). He's a plastic surgeon and as far as he's concerned the genotype only serves to give him building blocks to remake the phenotype. People will invent themselves in the future and the phenotype will be unlatched from the genotype.
I wasn't about to let him get away with that! A funny response would be to claim that current fashion would have us believe that ideas are Darwinian (Memes!), so Darwin would still be guiding his hand in the operating room as future generations of kids pay to be turned into mythical beasts. But the more important response is based on the scale of computation. Joe's been working on wings for people for years and can't say how long it will take him to have a viable design. That's because it's actually a hard problem. The reason it took evolution a long time to make something like a hand is that it's hard and evolution was doing significant work that took significant time.
Mathematical equations are eternal and platonic, but computation always takes time, makes heat, is messy, and screws up repeatedly. And then there are the legacy, lock-in, and brittleness problems of software, which are even worse. It's tempting to imagine you can have the payoff of computation without having to pay the price. I'm always amazed that people are ready to imagine that we're about to be able to compute and simulate, and therefore design, anything we want just because computers will keep on getting bigger and faster. No! We have hard slogging to do! The point isn't whether the phenotype remains stuck to the genotype, but how much work it is to change a phenotype. If we think genes are inefficient at the job, we might just be fooling ourselves.
What we need now is to develop our intuitions about how hard biological-scale problems really are. The computers of thirty years from now will undoubtedly make human wing design easier, but not easy.
Of course, by the time we've argued this far, the notion that people will want wings has been sneakily and smoothly slipped into the set of assumptions held by the students. But will people in the future really want wings?
The polite and well spoken students of 2002 are often enhanced by tongue piercings and other ornamentations that represented rebellion fifteen years ago. At that time I had assigned a class of pierced students the problem of inventing what their children would have to do to shock them. That was a hated assignment! What is most surprising today is the lack of rebelliousness in the new crop. They would probably choose wings, but not in any provocative way.
Another little adventure in the last week was the premiere of a new movie by Steven Speilberg called Minority Report. Spielberg convened a collection of experts early in the movie's development to conceive of a world fifty years from now, in which the action would take place. We met in secret, and it was all very glamorous. I provided ideas for the computers, advertising, and communications technologies. Sending ideas through the Hollywood process and seeing the end result makes me sympathize with genes, which I can imagine being shocked or bemused from time to time as the creature they define from a great computational distance is revealed.
Some comments on gizmos in the movie: There's a grainy, wobbly tele immersive recording of the Tom Cruise character's ex-wife. The defects look a lot like tele-immersion demos from two years ago, because, I was told, a cleaner signal wouldn't tell the story. There's one technical mistake: The camera pans around to the side of the "autostereoscopic" display and the image still sticks out into space. An autostereo display lets you see 3D things as if they were floating in front of you, BUT no one can make a photon make a right angle turn in midair, and that's how they ended up designing the shot. I have to say the result works well cinematically.
The advertisements that sense Cruise's face as he walks by and place him into their designs are based on a real demo of machine vision techniques for finding and interpreting the faces of people in a room and incorporating them into virtual worlds. My initial thought was that Cruise would be trying to run away, but billboards would add him to their imagery as he passed, making it impossible to hide. The demo the scene is based on is from a little company called Eyematic (a spin-off from USC), based on research by Christoph von der Marsburg, Hartmut Neven, and others including me (I'm the Chief Scientist of the joint).
When I demoed Eyematic's face-grabbing software, I mentioned in a macabre aside that face matching to determine a person's identity might sometimes be a better idea than, say, iris matching, because criminals might be tempted to gouge out someone's eyes to fake out an iris-based system. (Not that it would actually work; living and severed eyes can be distinguished by machines. ) Well, you can see the result in the movie. Everything's based on iris-based IDs, and criminals merrily go about gouging out their own eyes, and those of anyone else who will pay for the resulting privacy. I had to close my own eyes during the eye-gouging episode. The severed eyes turned into fabulous props that convey comedy, suspense, and horror at the same time.
And then, most surprisingly to me, the iconic VR input device of the 1980s, the instrumented glove for handling virtual objects, makes a comeback.
The pattern that emerged was that devices that were already antiquated in 2002 proved to be more photogenic than the perfected devices I suggested for 2050.
Let's see, what else? There's music! It looks like I'll be working on two opera projects simultaneously this Summer. One is "Bastard the First", a collaboration with Terry Riley, and the other is "Mount Analog", based on the novel by Rene Daumal, working with a French artist named Philippe Parreno. I did some instrumental work for "Logic of Birds", a performance that Sussan Deyhim will give at Lincoln Center this Summer. The most fun was getting a contrabassoon to play in a Persian style.
And yes, I am working on my very overdue book, and someday soon I will shock everybody with a manuscript.
Waterville, County Kerry, Ireland
We're sitting around a peat fire, while rain batters the windows of the cottage and a howling gale blows in from the Atlantic. Five of us are here for a workshop on the placebo effect, Anne Harrington (historian of science), Howard Fields (neurobiologist), Dan Moerman (anthropologist), Fabrizio Benedetti (neurphysiologist), myself (psychologist). It's the latest in as series of interdisciplinary workshops under the auspices of the Harvard Mind Brain Behaviour Initiative. We've set ourselves the goal of writing a joint paper by the end of the summer "How to think well about the placebo effect". We've decided to organise it around Niko Tinbergen's four "Whys?": proximate causation, developmental history, biological function, evolutionary history.
own interest is especially in the question of evolutionary design. When
a person recovers from illness as a result of placebo treatment, it
must of course be his own healing system that is doing the job. Placebo
cure is self-cure. But if the capacity for self-cure is latent,
then why is it not used immediately? If a person can get better by his
own efforts, why doesn't he just get on with it as soon as he gets sickwithout
having to wait, as it were, for outside permission? Why should the mind
be allowed to influence the body in this waywhen the net
result is, if anything, to put a brake on healing?
for example, it would have been best for a sick person to get well as
rapidly as possible, throwing off defences such as pain and mounting
a full-scale immune response; but at other times it might have been
more prudent to remain unwell and out of action and to conserve resources
for later use. As a general rule (and of crucial importance for the
story of placebos): the brighter the prospects for a rapid recovery,
the less to be gained from playing safe and remaining sick.
At least this is the story I've been pushing! Are my colleagues convinced? It's such a different way of thinking for themespecially the two neuroscientiststhat I'm afraid they haven't yet taken it on board.
Max Planck said "A new scientific truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die, and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it." I like my friends in this group much too much to hope that this is true.
I was on a panel at the ICA (Institute of Contemporary Arts) in London on the topic of "Can Science Books be Literature" when the name Brockman rose up from row three with suggestions of the Third Culture. The audience wanted to know if the novel really was dead. (Did you really say that?) The novelist on the panel, Ian Mc Ewan, was gracious as always but then he has reason to be confident about the life of the novel. Mostly he held up his sympathies for science while in a little role reversal I defended the novel. Also had a great trip to the Hay-on-Wye festival. Drank way too much champagne and saw Bob Geldof play in a neighboring tent to an all too conscientious audience.
Other big news, for me at least, I eloped with the English old-timey country singer. About half way through my first book tour, we stopped in Chicago and between a colloquium in the Physics Department at the University of Chicago and a somewhat odd lecture in the Adler Planetarium we ran down to city hall, got a licencethe clerk in the wedding office shaking our hands with great enthusiasm (is he always that happy about nuptials we wondered)and got hitched in a kind of surprise wedding party thrown by my mom and her twin sister. On the morning of the wedding I was still trying to choose something to wear. Typical. It was great fun. Here's my favorite wedding picture from my six year old nephew Ari. There's Warren and I in the middle with my uncles holding the hoopa. We've had no honeymoon yet as the book tour marched on to DC, New York, then back to London.
As for summer in London, the other day someone remarked to me that the weather really wasn't too bad for winter.
I just sent off the copy-edited and corrected manuscript of Freedom Evolves. All my part is done except the index. It's a great feeling, of course. We've lived in (grocery shopped in, learned the tramlines in, . . ) and thus "collected" quite a few cities over the yearsOxford, Bristol, London, Rome, Athens, Paris, Canberra, for instanceand now Budapest, which feels all the more like home now that we've gone away to even more foreign places on the weekends: Belgrade two weeks ago and last week Sofia. In Belgrade we were the guests of Nikola Grahek, an alumnus of the Center for Cognitive Studies at Tufts, and professor at the Faculty of Philosophy of the University of Belgrade. In Sofia, I gave two lectures at the New Bulgarian University, to their Cognitive Sciences Institute, of which I've been a member of the Advisory Board since its inception a decade ago. In both Belgrade and in Sofia we found excellent researchers doing wonderful work under incredibly straitened circumstances.
When all the communist governments in Europe collapsed after the breakup of the Soviet Union, Bulgaria, for instance, had a gentle, bloodless transition, but that didn't mean that people didn't die. They did, by starving. A few people have become rich capitalists (mainly by bribing the police and the other officials) and most people are as poor as everor even poorer. Most people live in huge apartment blocksten or fifteen stories high, all the balconies with laundry hangingthe sort of housing project apartments that have mainly been torn down in America because they are so depressing to live in. Everybody but the 3% who are wealthy live in such apartments in the city (and people are leaving the beautiful countryside and coming to the city, looking for work). A university professor makes now about the same salary as a bus driver. When the communist regime collapsed, real prices replaced the artificial prices the communists had maintained, and people found that their salaries were almost worthless. As one of them said, a professor who made $600 a month, now found his salary was worth about $60 a month. And we were told about the brilliant young computer scientist who has just left for the USAlured by an offer of $60,000 a year salary (can you imagine such wealth!) In Sofia, he was already very highly paid: $6000 a year. They couldn't raise his salary any higher than that, so no wonder he left. So even though the prices of most things (not gasoline) are amazingly low to us, they are still high for Bulgarians.
In this setting, the amazing activities of George Soros, of whom one hears almost daily, are a beacon of hope. Soros, the Hungarian-born financier who made many billions of dollars in financial wheeling and dealing (mostly in currency speculation, I gather) is now single-handedly doing hundreds of things to put Eastern Europe back on its feet. First, and best known in the USA, was his decision, when the Soviet Union collapsed, to provide decent salaries for the hundreds and hundreds of Soviet nuclear engineers were suddenly found themselves unemployed. Soros saw that these folks would be easily tempted to work on nuclear bomb projects in many countries so he simply guaranteed their financial well-being first, then began looking around for constructive work for them to do. Then he built a new university, the Central European University in Budapest, and another smaller one in Sofia (which was our host). He has started a major initiative to provide free access to scientific and academic journals to all the people of the world, provided airlifts of medical supplies to Sarajevo when the US and WesternEurope turned its back, and build 300,000 houses for blacks in South Africa. Meanwhile, his new book on globalization has had excellent reviewshigh on my reading list, now. If there is a serious downside to George Soros, it is not easy to find. The world could do with a few more like him.
Belgrade, June8-9: On Sunday we went across the Danube to Zemun, for a leisurely lunch in a riverside fish restaurant run by three jolly sisters. I had "sterlets"half a dozen young sturgeons, fried with their heads on and served on Bibb lettuce. Pretty good fish. Walked around in the very interesting old town after lunch, seeing the bombed-out Air Force headquarters (hit by NATO bombs in 1999-2000, as Milosevic was being driven out) and the fresh plaque to those who died theremore enlisted men than officers, of course. On our cab ride later in the day, we passed the bombed out police headquarters and the perhaps thirty-story office building that had been Milosevic's headquarters, which was seriously damaged by NATO bombs and is being repaired by a Japanese consortium for use as an office building. The other bombed-out military and police buildings, hit with pinpoint accuracy right in the middle of city blocks, have been left unrepaired, untouched, while the life of the city goes on. No sense of reproach from our hosts; they were thrilled to get rid of Milosevic.
The most fascinating part of our stay were the last few hours before our evening departure on the overnight train back to Budapest. We strolled through the neighborhood where Milosevic, and before him Tito and Tito's chief of secret police, and all the dictators' cronies have built their ultra secure mansions. The Residence of the American ambassador is there as well, and the Canadian Embassy and the (new) Chinese Embassy. The Iranian ambassador's ultra-modern residence is there too, but all of these are now put in the shade by the brand new mansions built by a "businessman" named Karic, who is buying out all the real estate in the neighborhood. One of these looksand is meant to looklike the White House, and is being built by Karic because he believes his son will someday be President of the United States! When I tried to take a photo of the front, a young man who had been quietly following us down the sidewalk quickly intervened to prevent me. The back of the "White House" can be seen, however, behind Karic's sister's house, the one with the copy of Michalengelo's David among the statuary gracing the frieze over the front door! (see photo attached) I did manage to take a few discrete dusk photographs of some of the other houses in the neighborhood. These mansions all have high walls and guardhouses at the gates, with closed circuit tv cameras staring down from the trees and walls, and mirrored armored glass in the guardhouse windows. Presumably machine guns are trained on you as you stroll by, but these Milosevic cronies are now maintaining much lower profiles, not quite as flamboyantly disregarding the law as they recently did.
Bulgaria, June 15-16: In Sofia and in the countryside there are horse drawn carts (with car wheels, rubber tires) among the cars and trucks, and out in the fields you can see teams of people with hoes weeding huge fields of corn, tobacco, and vegetables, and men and women with scythes cutting hay, and then gathering it up using three-pronged wooden pitchforksmade from natural forks in tree branches. Up ahead of us on the highway, we saw a huge hay wagon moving along on rubber tired wheels; we thought it was a truck till we passed it and saw that there was no cab, but also no horse, just two old folks, a man and a woman, pulling it along the highway, heading home with their load of loose hay.
The menus in the restaurants were huge, with dozens of entrees, salads and appetizers, some of them not terribly appetizing sounding: stewed duck's tongues, tripe in copper bowl, lamb's balls in sauce. On the other hand, Snezhanka, or "snowflake" salad, is a delicious Bulgarian version of the Greek tsaziki or the Indian raita: yoghurt and cucumbers and garlic and dill, with the yoghurt made thick by hanging in cheesecloth to drain off the water. I tried some "boza" (Susan made a face after taking a sip and declined the rest). Boicho Kokinov, our host, describes it: "It is made of rye or other grain culture. It is a very thick drink. It is sweet, but when it stays for a couple of days (or even for one day in the hot summer) it becomes tart since it becomes alcoholic (low alcohol - 3 - 5%)." Definitely an acquired taste.
the communist era, Sofia's public buildings were laid out on a grand
scale, with huge wide squares and boulevards (for staging parades and
popular demonstrations of love for the government); they now look a
little barren and lonely. The huge red star that used to grace the tower
of the main government building was spirited off by a giant helicopter
after the transition, but a few monuments to the Red Army martyrs, etc.,
still surviveunlike in Budapest, where all these have been destroyed
or carted off to a tacky park, a weedy warehouse crowded with Stalin
statues and the like, kept as an ironic reminder. We haven't been there,
but have read and heard about it.
Back in Budapest, life seems almost indistinguishable from life in Vienna or Rome or Munichexcept for the baffling and unpronounceable signs. Hungarian apparently has no cognates with any of the other European languages. They have a wonderful new exhibit in the Ethnographic Museum (housed in the opulent former High Court), and we Maine farmers, missing our fields and flowers, also took in the Agricultural Museum in Varosliget Park, where I spotted a magnificent poster. I wish they had had repros on sale in the museum shop.
Yesterday I gave my Inaugural Lecture as an Honorary Fellow of the Hungarian Academy of Sciences, and received a handsome scrolled diploma, in Hungarian and Latin with a seal attached. Our friend Stevan Harnad was inaugurated last month, one of four members elected this year, and it was particularly pleasing to me to be honored by the Academy in the land of von Neuman, Erdos, Czontvary, Judit Polgar, . . . . .Lots of brilliant Hungarians. This evening we're off to Miskolc, in eastern Hungary, for a philosophy conference on intentionality and a Puccini opera at the festival.
I did indeed get married. honeymooned in the Galapagos. ("Why?" my fellow passengers on the boat wanted to know, "What a strange place for a honeymoon"they wanted me to be on a beach somewhere which would certainly be an odd choice for someone who lives on a beach.
Darwin was right. (I had little doubt of this, although I have never been one who thinks evolution explains enoughwhat would an almost wing on a bird look like?). Of course he thought this stuff up on the galapagosalthough why the finches fascinated him I don't know.
Here is picture of a marine iguana. These evolved from their land cousins and learned how to eat stuff in the sea. They are black because its cold in those waters so they spend a great deal of time warming up in the sun. The sea lions were great too. Graceful in the water; clutzes on land. Yet, clearly land animals. Got to swim with a few of them (they are better at it than I).
I write from Singapore where I am about to keynote an e-learning meeting. They want to know why e-learning hasn't taken off in Asia. (Because e learning sucks would be my answer, but it's not the one they want to hear). In any case, I continue to try to get Singapore to change its school system. CMU west (my new gig) will have no lectures, no classes, no courses actuallyjust sequences of projects that all fit together in what I call the story centered curriculum. Singapore has shown some interest in this so we shall see.
Then on to Tokyo to do the same. a brief stop in New York and back to Florida where there is actually a K-12 school that is going to give this a try. Am asking many others in the academic community to help out in that school and they have been happy to add their stuff into the new curriculum we are building.
J. Watson Research Center, IBM
I'm not going anywhere exotic this summer, but I'll be creating new artwork and publishing some science-fiction novels.
sometimes wonder why I often focus on the fringes of science and care
about mathematically-inspired art and science fiction. I believe these
topics can be very importantnot just for their educational value
but because significant discoveries can come from such play. At first
glance, some topics in recreational math may appear to be curiosities,
with little practical application or purpose. However, I have found
these experiments to be useful and educationalas have the many
students, educators, and scientists who have written to me.
Throughout history, experiments, ideas and conclusions originating in the play of the mind have found striking and unexpected practical applications. In fact, many amazing mathematical findings have been made by amateurs, from homemakers to lawyers. These amateurs developed new ways to look at problems! that stumped the experts.
Freeman and I are just finishing up (thanks to Penguin) 8 days in England and Wales... including our first visit to Winchester together since 1955. Highlight was the Hay-on-Wye literary festival in Wales, with science well represented. Some 800 people packed the tent for Helen Fielding (Bridget Jones' Diary) and the tent was even more packed for Oliver Sacks. Dinner for four in a small Welsh hotel (followed by dessert outside under a threatening sky) included Oliver Sacks, Carl Djerassi, and Freeman Dyson. A memorable night...
[ps we also met up with Kevin Kelly, his family, and Brian Eno at the Science Museum in Kensington to see Danny Hillis' clock...]
Hello from Paradise. I've been working in my study in the Whiteley Center here at the UW's Friday Harbor Labs. It's a get-away-to-finish-the-book sort of place. Unlike the Rockefeller Foundation's similar place in Bellagio, Italy, this retreat is attached to a working marine lab that lives to the rhythms of the tides. Katherine has been teaching a research course for undergraduates up here. It gives them ten intensive weeks of a research project on small neural circuits. When I want a break, I spend a day out on the lab's trawler, as the students collect crabs.
Whiteley Center is also unlike Bellagio in that it is on a large
nature preserve, not a manicured Alpine hillside. Upon
hearing of Steve Gould's demise, Katherine and I were reminiscing
about the dinner we had with Steve a few years ago at Bellagio,
balancing plates on our laps at the lake shore as the sun set,
talking about our mutual interests in evolution and our writerly
habits. Oddly enough,
Katherine and I had had lunch earlier that day with Susan Sontag.
We'd talked about her surviving the constant shelling in
so after dinner, on the long hike back up the hill to the Villa
Serbelloni, Katherine and I marveled that here we had not one
but two long-term cancer survivors, each of whom had already gotten
15-20 years of extra life after a grim prognosis.
Not only survival, but just look at all the extra books
that each had been able to write, thanks to catching cancer in
time and having an effective treatment.
Reading Steve's early essays and his first big research book, Ontogeny and Phylogeny, was what got me to reading more broadly about evolution. One of his important contributions as a paleontologist was to convince us that there are long periods in evolution where a species really doesn't change very much. Darwinian gradualism doesn't necessarily guarantee a steady course of improvements. Then there are periods when, no longer stuck in a rut, things progress considerably faster.
of my main interests in evolutionthe evolution of the big
brain in only several million years, and the use of the Darwinian
process in the brain to improve the quality of the next sentence
you speainvolve the search for speedy ways of evolving things.
I tuned right into what Steve was saying.
I tried to distill a set of essential ingredients for a universal Darwinian process, one that could operate in brain circuitry in mere seconds, as you figured out what to say next. I got Steve to take a look at my five essentials: a pattern that is copied with variations, where populations of the variants compete for a workspace, much like crabgrass and bluegrass compete for our backyard in Seattle. Then (and this is what Darwin called "natural selection") there was a multifaceted environment that allowed one variant to do better than the other. (How often you cut the grass, water it, fertilize it, freeze it, and walk on it. In our environmental mixture, crabgrass is winning.)
Steve put on his glasses and looked at my list. "You probably need an inheritance principle," he said shortly. "It's something Darwin missed at first and added later." Darwin's inheritance principle means that those juveniles who best survive childhood and find mates are the ones who generate the next round of little variations. Most will prove no better than their parents, but some will "fit" the challenges of the local environment even better than their parents.
If the random variations are big, their starting point isn't remembered. But they're usually small, and that's what makes for local "progress," what makes evolution's creativity so impressive to us. Subtract any one of the six essentials, and things just wander without any direction.
Steve's demise reminds me of that fourfold hierarchy of data, information, knowledge, and wisdom. In science, getting raw data is hard enough. Then you have to refine it: information is "data that makes a difference." Some of it yields knowledge of how things really work. But turning knowledge into wisdom is the most difficult step, not often accomplished. You need a lot of knowledge stored in your head that can simmer for awhile. In some fields of intellectual endeavor, especially history and the historical sciences, creative people get better as they get older. The near-doubling of the average human lifespan in some countries has meant a lot in terms of being able to successfully turn knowledge into wisdom.
Steve was only 60, with lots of knowledge cooking. And here we all hoped that Steve would turn out to be like that grand old man of evolution, Ernst Mayr, who is still busy writing important books at age 97. Sigh.
My Whiteley Center fireplace was handy for the cool mornings of April, when I was mostly preparing talks about A Brain for All Seasonssome about the human evolution bits, others about the implications of all those abrupt climate changes for evolution and ecology more generally. Now with the summer breezes, I am settling into trying to reconstruct the stages in cognitive evolution for the next book, A Brief History of Mind. Unlike the four previous summers, no one has organized a compelling meeting somewhere that I must attend during the really nice months in the Pacific Northwest. So I'm sensibly sticking close to Seattle.
Hello to all,
New South Wales, Australia
It's actually winter here...