Agnotology, A Sad and Important Word. Thanks, Robert Proctor

Winter  (for us Celts, the last day of Winter.  Imbolc starts tomorrow, actually this evening.)   Waxing Wild Moon

Clive Thompson taught me a new word:  agnotology.  Clive writes a regular column in Wired, one of my favorite magazines.  He reports in his column (2/09 issue) on the work of Stanford historian of science , Robert Proctor.  Proctor believes that when it comes to contentious issues our knowledge decreases.  He offers climate change, evolution and Obama’s religion as examples of contention decreasing our knowledge.  Thus, the neologism agnotology means “the study of culturally constructed ignorance.”

Proctor says his research shows that when society doesn’t know something, it’s often because special interest groups have intentionally created the confusion.

“People always assume that if someone doesn’t know something, it’s because they haven’t paid attention or haven’t yet figured it out.  But ignorance also comes from people literally suppressing the truth–or drowning it out–or trying to make it so confusing that people stop caring about what’s true and what’s not.”

Clive believes we need to focus on the disinformation revolution.  “The ur-example of of what Proctor calls an agnotological campaign is the funding of bogus studies by cigarette companies trying to link cancer to baldness, viruses–anything but their product.”

I’ve known about the holocaust deniers, the global warming deniers and the active suppression of test results by drug companies but I never had a word for it before and now I do.  These agnotologists give evil a fleshly form.  Think of Cheney and his willingness to bend intelligence to fit his preconceived agenda for war in Iran.  Think of the dozens of websites I come across in my Sierra Club research that point to cold weather and cite it as proof global warming has no clothes.  Think of the anti-Semites of today trying to cloud the horror of Nazi death chambers with manufactured doubt.  Agnotological campaigns all.

As Thompson says later on in his column, “If we are argue about what the facts mean, we’re having a debate.  If what we argue about what the facts are, it’s agnotological Armageddon, where reality dies screaming.”

A Pain

Winter             Waxing Wild Moon

Kate’s neck has begun to hurt again.  I hope it doesn’t mean the nerve root block has lost its potency, but it might.  Where we go after that we don’t know right now.

Errands and business meeting in the AM.  Nap and Sierra Club research in the PM.  Workout, then a bit of TV.  Now, off to bed.

Survey: Americans give cold shoulder to thought of moving to Twin Cities

Survey: Americans give cold shoulder to thought of moving to Twin Cities

Last update: January 30, 2009 – 5:08 PM
While “We Like It Here” has become a badge of honor of sorts for inhabitants of the Twin Cities area, a national survey by a respected research firm has found that Americans elsewhere have little interest in moving to the land of the wind-chill factor.

The Pew Research Center released results Thursday of its survey of where Americans would most like and not like to live.

The Top 10 were all in the South or the West, led by Denver. Next were San Diego, Seattle, Orlando, Tampa, San Francisco, Phoenix, Portland, Sacramento and San Antonio.

The Twin Cities area landed 26th in the 30-city metropolis heap, followed by Kansas City, Cincinnati, Cleveland and Detroit.

http://www.startribune.com/local/38697482.html?elr=KArksLckD8EQDUoaEyqyP4O:DW3ckUiD3aPc:_Yyc:aUycaEacyU

They really don’t know what they miss by not living here.  A convinced and happy immigrant.  Me and the Norwegians, eh, Ole?

A Bit More on the Humanities. OK, Maybe a Lot More

 Winter    Waxing Wild Moon

I reproduce part of a David Brooks column here because it relates to the humanities thread I began a few posts ago.  He seems to counterpoise the liberal education as defined by Harvard against the institutional life devoted to what I would call a vocation.  This seems wrong-headed to me on a number of fronts, not least that the liberal arts education received its birth within the church and there is not much more institutional a creature than the church.

Vocation and its fit within an institution has been part of my life.  Ministry qualifies as one of the oldest professions, vocations, that exists.  Ordination confers upon you a responsibility to a particular institution, a responsibility defined by my Presbyterian vows to uphold the peace, unity and purity of the church.  The role of clergy specifically demands nurture of the institution and the tradition which it serves.  While in the Presbyterian church, I followed that vow with energy.

Brooks does not speak of the demand within any vocation and the institution they support:  law, medicine, education, even journalism for the prophetic voice.  This voice recognizes that traditions, in order to survive, must live and in living they must be constantly weighed in the crucible of every day practice.  Sometimes they fall short; the rote learning of the nineteenth century has given way to  learner centered education.  The church’s ministry, previously open only to men now has women in equal to greater numbers.  Continue reading A Bit More on the Humanities. OK, Maybe a Lot More

Up On the Twisted Side of the Bed

Winter  Waxing Wolf Moon

“Nothing, to my way of thinking, is a better proof of a well-ordered mind than a man’s ability to stop just where he is and pass some time in his own company.” – Seneca

Seneca comes along just in time as I head out the door for an oil change for our truck.  Waiting for an oil change gives a well-ordered mind a chance to stop where it is and spend time in its own company. Not sure what I’ll do, but that’s a story…wait.  What was I on about?

When life gives you vehicles, make oil changes.  Sorry, I got up on the twisted side of the bed this morning.

Might have been that weird dream I had.  No, really.  I lived in China and had gone to work, in an offbeat way, for Jackie Chan, a wealthy man.  He rewarded me for doing things for him, at first straightforward, then not.  I can’t recall the first things I had to do, but the last is clear.  He wanted me to intervene in an election, but he didn’t want to win.  He wanted to lose the election.  Strange, I thought, but ok.

So, I did something and, sure enough, he lost.  He was happy.  So, what would Carl say about that?  Not sure.

A bright orange sun rose in the southeast at dawn, while stratus clouds took up part of the sky.   Now the stratus clouds define a narrow band from the horizon part way up the sky in the east with the rest clear.  The day has diffuse light rather than bright sun thanks to the band of stratus.

Retirement Parties, Funerals, and Hospitals

Winter   Waxing Wild Moon (a wonderful thin crescent turned upward toward Venus, the bright evening star)

Went into Mary Broderick’s retirement party this afternoon.  A fine affair with the obligatory good noises and a gracious speech by Mary.

It seemed, though, a bit formulaic, a ritual with parts:  the buffet with an assortment of snack-like food, people milling around wondering how that one there knows our Mary, tables set out with small candles (though in this case they were small lights made to look like flickering table candles), a receiving line.  It was clear Mary moved these folks to good ends.

The flavor of the whole had a heavy dose of institutional Catholic.  The decor while updated (by Mary) had a non-ostentatious feel, but a studied one.  Mary mentioned the several Catholic organizations with whom  she worked, thanking them.  I wondered how someone of her vitality and intelligence could thrive within the often sclerotic bureaucracy of Catholicism.

It all had a Northeast flavor, the old Northeast, a Catholic immigrant neighborhood where caring for each other was the norm.  A mix of good will, old ways and downhome charm.

Weather Boring

Winter      New Moon (Wild)

The weather here has gone into a stable, cold pattern.  Just not very interesting.  No storms. No new snow.  No new ice.  No winds.  No warmth.  Some way below freezing cold, but been there done that this year.  It’s not been terrible for me because I don’t have to get out of the house and drive to work every day, fight the cold.  I’ve not even felt cabin fever set in and it usually does for me about now.  Must be the internet and substantial projects here at home.

Funny thing.  When I write about weather here, it’s more interesting than when I write on my Startribune weather blog.  When I get on the weather blog page, I feel the need to go all meteorological.  The comments I’ve gotten though have come when I’ve given a bit more commentary.  I just copied the paragraph above and stuck it in my latest post for the Trib.  Context matters.

Going into Minneapolis today for Mary Broderick’s retirement party.  Retirement parties, funerals, hospital visits.  That’s the golden years.

Moving On

Winter   New Moon (Wild)

Life’s pace has once again picked up for me.  The Sierra Club work has begun to fill in winter hours, enough so that I realize something will have to be done as the growing season approaches.  Smarter planting and gardening, yes.  That’s in the works, but I’ll also need some flexibility.  When the garden needs you; it needs you right then.

The MIA has taken somewhat of a back seat this winter as the Sierra Club and the permaculture work has ramped up.  That’s not to say I’ve been absent.  The Docent Discussion Group has been fun.  I’ve not dug into the research as much as I enjoy so I look forward to the March intensive on art history research.

I’ve also had a string of VTS tours with 2nd graders.   Visual Thinking Strategies require almost no preparation, but they do demand a lot of emotional investment during the tour.  These tours have reconnected me with second-graders and I’m glad.  They do not require the same intellectual engagement as my China tour last Friday did.

I enjoy the pace.

The Wonders of Cable

Winter      New Moon (Wild)     Weather now available at 3 sites under Andover Weather + on the right side of this page.

“Discovery consists in seeing what everyone else has seen but understanding it for the first time.” – Albert Szent-Gyorgyi

I read an article in the latest Wired about Comcast.  The article identified Comcast as one of the five most hated companies in the us.  It was number 56.  Number 58?  Our very own Northwest Airlines. That’s a twofer for those of us in the gopher state.

Comcast frustrates the living bejesus out of me sometimes, but ever since they finally got the fiber-optic laid to the highway about a thousand feet from our house, both TV and broadband signals have been steady.  They don’t make working with them easy though.

I got a new DVR box, hoping to increase the volume and the picture on our downstairs TV which both Kate and I use while exercising.  They wanted me to go over to their company store and pick up the new one.  I’m ordering a product that will make money for them and I have to drive all the way over to Brooklyn Park?  Nope. Deliver it.  Ok. 10.95 charge.  Maddening, but OK.  Will they take my old box?  Oh, Sure.

Last Wednesday the delivery guy shows up.  Oh, no.  I don’t work for Comcast.  I put the box in  his hands and said, take it anyway.  He did.

Then.  Power up the box and…  Nothing.  Sigh.  Calling Comcast has the same desirability as dragging chalk slowly across a black board (for those of you old enough to know what a black board is.).  Still.  I did it.  The guy sent me a signal.  Nothing happened.  He sent it again.  We powered down the box and powered it up.  Nothing. It might take a half hour to an hour, he said.  Right. OK.  If it doesn’t work after an hour, what then?  Well, service calls are running 3-5 days so you need to go—wait for it—to the nearest store and exchange it.

Good news?  By god it did come on in an hour and I was able to adjust the box using the handy guide delivered along with it.  A feat amazing in and of itself.  So, the volumes up and the picture is better.

No harm, no…  Nope. I’m within an inch of switching to the dish.  Still, inertia will set in as long as it works this time.

Research and the Stars

Winter     New Moon (Wild)

This morning I redid the research documents I create each afternoon for the Sierra Club.  I divided them into Minnesota news and Other news.  Since I had 6 documents, this means I now have 12.   It will make them more useful, I hope, since the national and international clips cluttered up easy access to the Minnesota bits.  Dividing the pages and moving the Other news out of the existing document (now MN…) took a while.

I also gave myself an early birthday present by ordering Starry Night 6.2 Plus.  I had Starry Night 3 which I purchased in 2000.  The upgrade has substantial new features including a searchable map of the whole sky.  The whole sky!  Geez.  On my computer.  Can you imagine?