dilluns, 17 de febrer de 2020

Love your enemies!

I want to turn to the words of the ultimate original thinker, history’s greatest social entrepreneur, and as a Catholic, my personal Lord and Savior, Jesus. Here’s what he said, as recorded in the Gospel of Saint Matthew, chapter 5, verse 43-45: You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven.”
Love your enemies! Now that is thinking differently. It changed the world starting 2,000 years ago, and it is as subversive and counterintuitive today as it was then. But the devil’s in the details. How do we do it in a country and world roiled by political hatred and differences that we can’t seem to bridge?
First, we need to make it personal. I remember when it became personal for me.
I give about 150 speeches a year and talk to all kinds of audiences: conservative, progressive, believers, atheists and everything in between. I was speaking one afternoon some years ago to a large group of politically conservative activists. Arriving early to the event, I looked at the program and realized I was the only non-politician on the program.
At first I thought, “This is a mistake.” But then I remembered that there are no mistakes —only opportunities— and started thinking about what I could say that would be completely different than the politicians. The crowd was really fired up; the politicians were getting huge amounts of applause. When it was my turn to speak, in the middle of my speech, here’s more or less what I said:
“My friends, you’ve heard a lot today that you’ve agreed with —and well you should. You’ve also heard a lot about the other side —political liberals— and how they are wrong. But I want to ask you to remember something: Political liberals are not stupid, and they’re not evil. They are simply Americans who disagree with you about public policy. And if you want to persuade them —which should be your goal— remember that no one has ever been insulted into agreement. You can only persuade with love.”
It was not an applause line.
After the speech, a woman in the audience came up to me, and she was clearly none too happy with my comments. “You’re wrong,” she told me. "Liberals are stupid and evil.”
At that moment, my thoughts went to … Seattle. That’s my hometown. While my own politics are conservative, Seattle is arguably the most politically liberal place in the United States. My father was a college professor; my mother was an artist. Professors and artists in Seattle … what do you think their politics were?
That lady after my speech wasn’t trying to hurt me. But when she said that liberals are stupid and evil, she was talking about my parents. I may have disagreed with my parents politically, but I can tell you they were neither stupid nor evil. They were good, Christian people, who raised me to follow Jesus. They also taught me to think for myself —which I did, at great inconvenience to them.
Political polarization was personal for me that day, and I want to be personal to you, too. So let me ask you a question: How many of you love someone with whom you disagree politically?
Are you comfortable hearing someone on your own side insult that person?
This reminds me of a lesson my father taught me, about moral courage. In a free society where you don’t fear being locked up for our opinions, true moral courage isn’t standing up to the people with whom you disagree. It’s standing up to the people with whom you agree —on behalf of those with whom you disagree. Are you strong enough to do that? That, I believe, is one way we can live up to Jesus’ teaching to love our enemies.

diumenge, 16 de febrer de 2020

The great book of the universe

If mathematics is part of the universe that is independent of mind, then can be relatively certain that extraterrestrials will understand our mathematics. If they are an older civilization than our own, they may have read further in the great book of the universe, but we can rest easy in knowing that we are at least reading the same text. Yet if we abandon mathematical Platonism, we immediately find ourselves in more uncertain territory. If mathematics is a product of the embodied human mind, then it is perhaps more accurate to say that we are actively writing one version of the great book of the universe from a uniquely human perspective. Although an extrarrestrial is observing the same universe, their intepretation may be much different from our own if their experience as an embodied mind is sufficiently different. Advances in the cognitive and neurological sciences have revealed how the nature of our phyisical interface with the world –our body– affects our cognition. Thus, it is worth considering whether we can expect an extraterrestrial intelligence to share many physical characteristics with ourselves, which will help inform whether we can expect them to share a similar mathematics.
In some ways, it would be more disturbing to make contact with an intelligent extrarrestrial civilization populated by fleshy, mostly hairless hominids than a civilization of eight-eyed cephalopods, but this possibility is not entirely out of the question. Indeed, as the astrobiologist Charles Cockell has argued, empirical evidence suggests that certain features of life are deterministically driven by physical laws. Extrapollating from this, it is reasonable to believe that "at all levels of its structural hierarchy, alien life is likely to look strangely similar to the life we know on Earth" (Cockell 2018). Cockell's argument is analogous to the case made by Marvin Minsky that extraterrestrials are likely to think like us because they are a subject to the same basic physical constraints. It would be naïve, of course, to suggest that evolution is totally determined by the laws of physics given the significant and obvius role that chance plays in the trajectory of evolution. For example, research suggests that the probability of an asteroid impact resulting in global cooling, mass extinction, and the subsequent appearance of mammals was "quite low" 66 million years ago. It was sheer cosmic bad luck that an asteroid impacted the relatively small portion of the Earth's surface that was rich in hydrocarbons and sulfur that utimately choked the Earth with stratospheric soot and sulfate aerosols. In this case, the site of the asteroid impact changed the history of life on Earth in a way that could never be predicted by deterministic evolutionary laws (Kaiho and Oshima 2017).
The point is that although the trajectory of evolution isn't predictable in advance, the variety of spieces it produces is not boundless. This contradicts the intuitive interpretation of Darwinian evolution, which suggests that natural selection results in a "tendency of species to fom varieties" in infinite number. On the contrary, Cockell (2018) argues that "evolution is just a tremendous an exciting interplay of physical principles encoded in genetic material" and "the limited number of these principles means that the finale of this process is also restrained and universal." Consider, for example, the emergence of cellular life on Earth. Is the cellullar form something that we might expect to emerge on an extraterrestrial planet, or would extraterrestrial organisms find a different mode of self-assembly? In the 1980's, the biologist David Dreamer used carboxylic acids extracted from the famous Murchison meteorite to demonstrate that these simple molecules would spontaneously form cellullar membranes when added to water. According to Cockell, this suggests that the ingredients for cellular life are "strewn throughout the Solar System in carbon-rich rocks." which means "we might expect the molecules of cellularity to form in any primordial cloud, ready to deliver their cargo of protocell material to the surface of an planet with a waiting abundance of water."

divendres, 10 de gener de 2020

dimarts, 7 de gener de 2020

The 2019 Iceberg best movies

Golden Iceberg: Advise & Consent, directed by Otto Preminger.

Silver Iceberg: Once upon a time in Hollywood, directed by Quentin Tarantino.

Bronze Iceberg: The Square, directed by Ruben Östlund.

4th: Cold war, directed by Pawel Pawlikowski.

5th: Marriage story, directed by Noah Baumbach.

dilluns, 6 de gener de 2020

dijous, 2 de gener de 2020

Destination Unkown

"At last," she said, "we can have our martinis." She opened the wicker basket and poured the drinks into the silver goblets. "If you look at the gravestone," she said, "you'll see it's a bit unusual." It was a double gravestone bearing the names of Dr. William F. Aiken and his wife, Anna. "They were the parents of Conrad Aiken, the poet. Notice the dates."
Both Dr. and Mrs. Aiken had died on the same day: February 27, 1901.
"This is what happened," she said. "The Aikens were living on Oglethorpe Avenue in a big brick townhouse. Dr. Aiken had his offices on the ground floor, and the family lived on the two floors above. Conrad was eleven. One morning, Conrad awoke to the sounds of his parents quarreling in their bedroom down the hall. The quarreling subsided for a moment. Then Conrad heard his father counting, 'One! Two! Three!' There was a half-stifled scream and then a pistol shot. Then another count of three, another shot, and then a thud. Conrad ran barefoot across Oglethorpe Avenue to the police station where he announced, 'Papa has just shot Mama and then shot himself.' He led the officers to the house and up to his parents' bedroom on the top floor."
Miss Harty lifted her goblet in a silent toast to Dr. and Mrs. Aiken. Then she poured a few drops onto the ground.
"Believe it or not," she said, "one of the reasons he killed her was . . . parties. Aiken hinted at it in 'Strange Moonlight,' one of his short stories. In the story, the father complains to the mother that she's neglecting her family. He says, 'It's two parties every week, and sometimes three or four, that's excessive.' The story was autobiographical, of course. The Aikens were living well beyond their means at the time. Anna Aiken went out to parties practically every other night. She'd given six dinner parties in the month before her husband killed her.

dilluns, 30 de desembre de 2019

Apallissada en un prat

En aquells territoris subjectes a un poder central fort i a un sistema judicial centralitzat, les persecucions haurien estat menors o, fins i tot, inexistents (i. e. Castella, Anglaterra, França). Per contra, les grans caceres de bruixes haurien tingut lloc en territoris amb una major autonomia de les elits locals i un ús habitual del turment judicial [...]

Aquesta dinàmica resulta especialment evident en el cas català, en què la immensa majoria de les actuacions contra la bruixeria foren dutes a terme per tribunals autònoms allunyats d'instàncies centralitzades com la Reial Audiència o el Sant Ofici de la Inquisició. Contràriament a l'opinió més estesa entre el públic no especialitzat, la justícia reial i inquisitorial a Catalunya intentaria de manera infructuosa intervenir en un fenomen antibruixesc que sovint es gestava, esclatava i es resolia a les mateixes comunitats vilatanes [...] Les poques dones que aconseguien portar el seu cas davant el tribunal inquisitorial de Barcelona acabarien sent absoltes o condemnades a penes lleus –amb comptades excepcions–, en consonància amb la visió escèptica del Consell de la Suprema Inquisició (la Suprema) respecte al crim de la bruixeria.

divendres, 6 de desembre de 2019

Our weakest spot

–Perlman: You are too smart not to know how rare, how special what you two had was.

–Elio: Oliver, was Oliver.

–Perlman: Parce-que c'etait lui, parce-que c'etait moi.

–Elio: Oliver may be intelligent but...

–Perlman: No, he was more than intelligent. What you two had, had everything and nothing with intelligence. He was good, you both were lucky to find each other because you too are good.

–Elio: I think he was better than me.

–Perlman: I'm sure he says the same thing of you. And when you least expect it, Nature has cunning ways to find our weakest spot. Just rembeber: I'm here. Right now you may not want to feel anything. Maybe you never wanted to feel anything, and maybe it’s not to me you want to speak about these things, but feel something you obviously did. Look, you had a beautiful friendship, maybe more than a friendship. And I envy you. In my place, most parents would hope the whole thing goes away, or pray that their sons land on their feet. But I am not such a parent. We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster, that we go bankrupt by the age of 30, and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to make you feel nothing so as not to feel anything, what a waste! Have I spoken out of turn? Then I’ll say one more thing it'll clear the air. I may have come close but I never had what you two have. Something always held me back, her stood in the way. How you live your life is your business, just remember our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now there's sorrow, pain: don't kill it, and with it, the joy you felt.

Call me by your name, Luca Guadagnino.

dissabte, 16 de novembre de 2019

Nothing gold can stay

Fear fun, fear love.
Fresh out of fucks, forever
Trying to be stronger for you.
Ice cream, ice queen,
I dream in jeans and leather.

Life's dream. I'm sweet for you.

Oh god, miss you on my lips.
It's me, your little Venice bitch.

On the stoop with the neighborhood kids,
Calling out, bang bang, kiss kiss.


You're in the yard, I light the fire.
And as the summer fades away,
Nothing gold can stay.
You write, I tour, we make it work.
You're beautiful and I'm insane.
We're American-made.


Give me Hallmark
One dream, one life, one lover.
Paint me happy and blue.
Norman Rockwell.
No hype under our covers,
It's just me and you.

Oh god, miss you on my lips
It's me, your little Venice bitch
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids
Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss.

Young baby is back in town now.
You should come, come over.
We'll be hanging around now.
You should come, come over.

Oh god, I love him on my lips.
It's me, your little Venice bitch.
Touch me with your fingertips.
It's me, your little Venice bitch.

Out back in the garden
We're getting high now, because we're older.
Be myself, I like diamonds.
My baby crimson and clover.

If you weren't mine, 
I'd be Jealous of your love.

Lana del Rey, Venice Bitch.

diumenge, 3 de novembre de 2019

Komplett verrückt geworden

Eines Tages, in den Jahren des Träumens und entrückten Pläneschmiedens, kam Speers Vater nach Berlin. Nicht ohne Stolz führte ihn der berühmt gewordene Sohn durch die Akademie, sah mit ihm die Unzahl der Entwürfe durch, die sich inzwischen angehäuft hatte, und erlauterte ihm die Gebäude an der Modellstrasse. Kopfschütelnd, mit unverkennbarem Befremden, wanderten die Blicke des alten Mannes zwischen den Plänen und seinem ereiferten Sohn hind und her. Am Ende hob er nur die Schultern un sagte: "Ihr seid komplett verrückt geworden!".

[Un dia, en els anys de somnis i d'elaboració de plans desmesurats, el pare de Speer va visitar Berlín. No sense orgull, l'ara famós fill el va guiar per l'Acadèmia, van fer un cop d'ull plegats als incomptables plànols que havia anat acumulant, i li va detallar els edificis de les maquetes. Movent el cap, amb un evident desconcert, les mirades del vell es movien entre els plànols i el seu excitat fill. Al final, el pare de Speer va aixecar les espatlles i va dir: "Us heu tornat completament bojos!".]

Speer: Eine Biographie, Joachim Fest.