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Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Pecha Kucha 6/7: Words Need Context
Slide 6
This is the neighborhood where I grew up as a kid. Well, it's really more limited to the area in the blue square. Really, it's the houses and the alley that's outlined in red. The word "neighborhood" worked just fine when I first said it, but once I defined it in detail, the original use seems incorrect and ambiguous.
Slide 7
Other words, like "Culture," we accept in most conversations when it is used, but the actual definition is quite complex, and it's actually changed significantly in meaning over the last couple of centuries. How many people are enough to form a culture? An entire country? A tribe? A corporation?
And can an individual represent a culture? Suddenly the word itself has no borders, no Form. With too much scrutiny and not enough context, the meaning eludes us.
Friday, April 19, 2013
Pecha Kucha 4/5 : The Power and Weakness of Words
Slide 4:
Words are terrific, really. If I tell you go to Wittgenstein's house, here's the address, and when you get there, his is the BLUE door, you're set. You've got no questions, you nod, and when you arrive you knock on the correct door.
Slide 5:
But that doesn't mean that the word BLUE is going to always be so helpful. Plato says there is an ideal BLUE out there, but sometimes it's just not that simple, and with a whole host of competing stimuli that all meet the inadequate criteria "is blue," then our minds cannot find that comforting certainty.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Pecha Kucha 2/3 of 20: Hardwired to Simplify
In the first slide I talked about how we humans tend to leap at conclusions (where “at” implies a little less accuracy than leaping “to” conclusions) in conversation, taking words we hear and say and assuming their meaning is absolute.
Here’s slide 2:
We are happy when things are really clear. Shallow rapid processing, snap decisions, black and white.
Grey areas require more processing and contemplation and are therefore not easy, they have no nice edges. Where does black stop being black, and when is it really white? Hard for our minds to figure that out.
These color words are a good example of how we gravitate to definite meanings, and how we describe things that are ambiguous – looking for edges and sometimes not finding them.
Slide 3:
We have had this ability of rapid shallow processing for a long time. Plato was a deep thinker and wondered about it. He suggested there were ideal “Forms” that existed independently that our minds accessed so we could compare reality against them, resulting in recognition and confidence. Clever. We see a chair, compare it to the Form, it's a match (but never as pure).
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Pecha Kucha 1 of 20: Two Misperceptions about Communicating
Well, I'll tell you, twenty slides of twenty seconds apiece is quite a challenge if you try to say too much (more info on "Pecha Kucha" or ペチャクチャ here). At several points I felt like Doctor Who running around gesturing like a madman and speaking a thousand words a minute. It went well however and I enjoyed it, the high-speed transfer of information. Maybe that'll just have to be my style, although I think I can get to the point quicker with practice.
At the time of this blog entry then, I've presented "Grains of Sand" once. Slide one:
Two diagrams, completely symbolic, representing two key misperceptions we have when communicating.
The first, when I speak, I'm certain that the other person hearing me knows exactly what I meant.
And the second, when they speak to me, I'm certain that I understand exactly what they meant.
We understand, but only to an imperfect degree, which is usually but not always sufficient for communication to be considered successful.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Pecha Kucha
There's a phenomenon called Pecha Kucha that's like a combination of beat poetry and PowerPoint presentations. It's a standardized format simply restricting the presenter to 20 slides, each lasting exactly and only 20 seconds.
Apparently there are gatherings, where folks get up and for 6:40.0 show you slides and talk about something.
My boss recently offered a few of us on the team a chance to give a Pecha Kucha presentation to the entire team here in Seattle, about 40 of us, and I'm giving mine tomorrow.
I have 16 slides in no particular order although it's starting to take shape. The topic is meandering but I think that's OK, it's not necessarily about making a single point per se. The title is Grains of Sand, it's going to be roughly about humans tending to perceive groups and patterns, how we process everything in our brains and how words are just like our other groups.
All in six minutes forty seconds, with twenty slides. I'll post each of them in order here with essentially what I said, I'll be improvising.
Apparently there are gatherings, where folks get up and for 6:40.0 show you slides and talk about something.
My boss recently offered a few of us on the team a chance to give a Pecha Kucha presentation to the entire team here in Seattle, about 40 of us, and I'm giving mine tomorrow.
I have 16 slides in no particular order although it's starting to take shape. The topic is meandering but I think that's OK, it's not necessarily about making a single point per se. The title is Grains of Sand, it's going to be roughly about humans tending to perceive groups and patterns, how we process everything in our brains and how words are just like our other groups.
All in six minutes forty seconds, with twenty slides. I'll post each of them in order here with essentially what I said, I'll be improvising.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Why Now
There are two significant contributors to my decision to write about the idea of now. The first is my passion for motorsports and my fascination with marquis prototype racing. The second is a lifetime gift I have had that lets me improvise freely on piano, which I have studied and nurtured. What an odd combination those make, but they share a unique metaphorical relationship (ooh that's a rough go) or perhaps an image they share in common. It's like the Golden Gate Bridge but with one central tower, and its reflection.
This report only covers the first, stay tuned for the second, which should set the stage for musical now.
I love this concept and probably could write a lot about it; not that I know everything, that's not what I'm implying, it's that I'd want to see if I could ever get the idea right. Here's a go: imagine a world hero-type motorcycle racer, a champion at muscling and finessing a 337-pound, 230+ horsepower bike at speeds of over 200 miles an hour. And while that's fast, what's amazing is how they then brake so hard their rear tires skip around, at the very last moment tipping into a corner at the exact speed they wanted that lets them lean deeply over, dipping their knees down to sense how close the tarmac screaming by underneath them is.
While riding a motorcycle at these speeds, the rider’s sense
of now is, in my opinion, significantly elongated, and in two ways that are highly
related to time. First, if you for any reason might be day dreaming and
thinking about those umbrella girls back in the paddock, and you end up a long
straightaway getting on your brakes just too late, then the bike has gotten
away from you, and it will carry you off of the track or well off the line, so
you cast you mind far, far ahead, and steer a course that will keep your bike
most stable in dizzying turns. When you see a corner, you see three more
corners ahead too because how you enter this one sets you up for the quickest
run through them. So their mind, their consciousness and the information
pouring in their eyes combine; they are present in the next three turns
already, and a ghostly part of them has already stored the line through all the
remaining turns on the track.
Bright here, but sprawling forwards like the cables running
down and away from the bridge tower in the center, dimming but present.
And second, that ghost track in their minds is counting 25
laps or more, inhabiting longer-term stratagems, and dashing for sudden
opportunities, all experienced with relationship to the final lap and the
finish line, where suddenly their now snaps in tightly in whatever reflections
spring into their minds.
It’s a highly rarified experience but for those who do know
it, now is bright and all around them; they can feel their momentum hundreds of
meters ahead of them, and it is that self they are propelling with every action
they take with their bodies. Every choreographed and rehearsed movement is only
setting the riders up for the next three corners, which are several and even
many seconds away from their bodies. Their now is so powerfully absorbed with
their life or death trajectory (RIP SuperSic) that it must have stretched,
either straight from their eyes, ahead from them away into the distance, or
starting even behind them where they keep in mind a rival world hero-type rider
there, who jockeys and scrambles, looking for opportunities…
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Hemispheres
In the opening scene of William Gibson’s Pattern
Recognition, his character Chayce considers a friend’s theory of jet lag as she
confronts her own, recently arrived in London from across the Atlantic. The
theory is that the soul can’t keep up with a jet airplane and gets left behind,
towed on a stretchy and ethereal connection that ensures a reunion, but not for
a while.
I don’t necessarily subscribe to the theory but I like the
idea of it, and having just returned home after 16 hours of air travel from
Buenos Aires it seems easier to consider. I’m sure Gibson’s intent was not to
suggest it as a serious proposal, more as just the very kind of slick metaphor
that the fictional Chayce’s friend would come up with. I think the idea doesn’t
work quite as well for longitudinal travel, especially if the origin and
destination have fairly similar time zones, as long as you get enough sleep
during the “night” which I didn’t. Five hours difference is still plenty
however, so I’m feeling pretty tired.
The odd part is that when I was in Buenos Aires, it was
summertime. Every part of me that had adjusted itself to winter and to the long
darkness was deeply and unnaturally confused. It was hard to inhabit a world in
summer in a way that wasn’t tinged with an ongoing sense of wonder and
disturbance; only in a tiny part of human existence has there ever been the
possibility of changing seasons in a day. Now that I am home again, it is
stranger to think “now it is winter” than it was before I left. Before I left,
my life had made the slow and significant adaptation to winter; all my
decisions for warm clothes and the cold outdoors, my sensations when waking in
the dark mornings, my preferences for foods like winter greens and squashes, so
many subtle adjustments that as they slowly manifest determine the obvious
answer to the question “what season is it now?”
And here I am, thinking about my new friends and recent
adventures in a place where it is still warm outside despite being five hours
ahead at two in the morning; they cannot hear the cold rain on my skylights or
the pop of the fire next to me as I write. Now, it is winter, but not in the
same way as it was before. My answer to the question now is, “where?” which
would ordinarily be a pompous and academic response, but it isn’t to me because
two days ago I slept with only a sheet and tonight there will be deep covers.
It makes me wonder what would happen if we somehow brought a
farmer from ages ago and took him to the other hemisphere. So much impossibility
that we take for granted, yet even so causes a visceral disharmony when we
really experience the actual sensation of having the world around us so
dramatically altered. Seasons are supposed to mark time at a stately and almost
imperceptible pace; our bodies are adapted to long cycles.
Now it is winter again, but it is summer too, in a faraway
storybook land filled with strange trees and different languages and mysterious
customs; now, I am not sure.
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