Okinawa is located on an strategic spot of ocean real estate, and has been occupied by numerous foreig powers throughout its history. This stormy military past has forged the island’s strong martial arts tradition, but a side effect of a multitude of traders and soldiers passing through is a multilayered cultural richness. This compilation collects a broad variety of styles, themes and artists, from the amazing traditional sanshin tune Koko Kuduchi to the joyous modern surf pop of The Surf Champlers. While the variety of material makes sure that there have to be a few songs for everyone they could have done without, overall this is a shining jewel and wonderful to explore.

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A gripping real life story of an honest cop in the late 60s in New York, and the breakthrough for Al Pacino as a big movie star (though I was a bit surprised to hear both the producer and director Lumet talk about how the Godfather was truly Brando’s movie. While old tissuecheek certainly is a very strong presence in that flick, I’ve always felt Pacino and Brando as equally strong. But je digresse). The story, and Pacino’s character based playing, are very intense, and the fascinating fact from today’s point of view is that the movie moves at a quiet pace, yet doesn’t seem slow – a bit too long, maybe, but that’s probably due to an original script that was double the length and needed to be heavily cut. Other cool piece of trivia: the real Serpico came to rehearsals, and was studied by Al Pacino, then shown the door by Lumet once shooting started, and was – or so Lumet reminisces – crushed, because he felt he become friends with them, while to them he was a object of professional interest. He also once told the producer Martin Bregman, in a movie theater empty except for the two of them, that he couldn’t smoke, because it was against the law. Go, Serpico!

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This is a nice enough movie, I suppose, but it left me with a feeling of emptyness where meaning should have been. It can’t possibly want to tell me something about human relations, or the male character’s faults wouldn’t be so blatant and unsubtle, and it can’t be entertainment either, for though there is quite a few funny bits, the overall mood is that of oppression. It must have been liberating for Baumbach, who’s personal history this is rumored to reflect, but doesn’t do much for me.

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Ever since the first of the Lord of the Rings trilogy came out, Middle Earth has been a holiday* staple for me. I liked the original theatrical versions well enough, but it’s only in the extended cuts that the story’s pacing works and the rich undertones of Tolkiens mythology get a chance to resonate through the plot. Aragorn’s singing of the Lay of Luthien is one specific example among many, and not by accident is it in the Fellowship of the Ring, which after this year’s repeat watching of the whole trilogy (split over quite a few days – I’m a geek, not a nerd) is still my favorite. It’s also the one part that doesn’t have cringe inducing dialog in it (“A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night” – Yeah, that would be my brain hemorrhaging, you Elf twat), but they’re all precious, of course. Go, looks at them.

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Though the lack of meaning and its pulpy plot development are part of the concept of this highly stylish science fiction comic come alive, it drags a bit toward the end, when even the vestiges of development devolve into a series of ever fancier military gadgetry being deployed. The design is quite nice, but with a bit more reflection on the history and significance of the original artwork it could have also had significance. Ah, well.

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On an episode of Whad’ya Know taped in Wyoming I just heard about a man who can place a penny on his tongue, move it up his nose in the back of his throat and retrieve it through the nostrils. Amazing, isn’t it? He visited Letterman’s show to demonstrate the penny come out of his nose.

That could have been me! I’ve always been able to put my tongue behind my soft palate and probe my tonsils, but it never occured to me to launch a transportation industry back there. Maybe it’s not too late.

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A fiction so convincing that I needed to remind myself several times that I was not reading an autobiographical account. The story of a hermaphrodite growing up in Detroit, and his/her family’s history stretching back into Turkey are told in epic breadth, and with a lot of fascinating historic detail. The narrative holding it all together, that of the girl Callie turning into the man Cal, seems to dissolve to little significance against that background, making me wonder if more focus on the story and main character itself wouldn’t have served the overall experience better.

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I’ve been busy checking out the Hugo and Nebula award winners, and this one was a particular delight. An unknown alien species, the Heechee, disappeared a long time ago, but left some artifacts, most notable a space station equipped with hundreds of interstellar ships attached. The ships are mostly operational, but nobody knows how the course setting machine works, what the destinations are, and how long the trip will be. Mortality on these trips is high, with most coming back emptyhanded, so the exploration of the Heechee legacy is run as a kind of lottery, where explorers might die or disappear, but might also come back with incredible new artifacts or knowledge, making them rich for life. This is the background to the story of one man, who struck it rich on one of these trips, but can’t cope with what happened, and what he had to do to survive. We witness his therapy sixteen years later, and the original events unfolding in parallel, with documentary material, like classifieds from the station’s newspaper, ingeniously strewn in.

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When a dog pees on a mountain, does the mountain care? Depends on the size of the dog, you might answer, but in general it won’t. General – what better segway than that to lead into my two cents on Sun Tzu’s Art of War, commonly hailed as the essential read for business strategists, soldiers, garbage collectors, and, really, everybody, for war is a metaphor for life, and we all have one of these, after all. In spite of that Master Sun’s strategic nuggets of wisdom were a bit lost on me. I don’t object to anything said, and the style of the translation, and, I presume, the original, is very concise and poetic in it’s condension, but what in this book I find applicable is obvious, and what isn’t obvious doesn’t seem applicable. On top of that this edition has been translated an edited by Thomas Cleary. Cleary follow every few sentences of Sun’s text with serveral different commentaries, and the sequence of Sun’s dense, poetic writing, and the commentators clumsy, wordy rephrasing makes this an odd comedic experience.

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There seems to be a rather curious disconnect between the people doing basic neuroscience research and philosophers of mind. While the former operate on the implicit assumption that mental phenomena are reducible to physical phenomena, and that fully understanding the latter will imply understanding the former, philosophers are struggling with principled objections against this form of materialistic monism.

I recently attended some of John Searle’s Philosophy of Mind lectures, where he introduced seven such objections to materialism, including of course his own Chinese Room argument.

On none of the seven did he manage to convince me, and I’ll present my counterarguments here. I’ll start with the cuddliest of the arguments, put forward by Thomas Nagel, who famously asked

“What is it like to be a bat?”

The argument’s core, as I understand it, is: suppose we knew everything knowable about bats. That is a big assumption, and we never might, but even if this were true, Nagel argues, we’d still lack one crucial piece: we wouldn’t know what it’s lile to be one. Our theories and descriptions of the bat would quantify everything, but they wouldn’t capture the quality of batness. This is known as the argument of absent qualia, for obvious reasons, and it seems convincing on the surface – no physical theory about bats can show us what it’s like to be one, so being a bat is not part of a physical theory.

This argument is erroneous, and I think it’s central problem is a confusion of hierarchies, which I’ll explain in a second. But first let’s have a look at an analogy. Suppose we knew everything there is to know about water. Would that tell us what it feels like to be wet? Of course it wouldn’t, because that is not, indeed cannot be the job of a theory. The theory can describe to us how adhesive and cohesive forces would work to cover our skin with a liquid film, it can tell us how the high specific heat capacity and evaporation will affect skin temperature, how all that combines to create certain nerve impulses, and so on. But to know what it’s like, we’ll have to jump into a river, or, lacking one, take a shower. Does that mean our theory of water is incomplete? No. All it means is that there is a difference between the theory and the real thing. Real water can be experienced, a theory of real water can’t. If there is a hole in a theory at all, it’s in the description of our own minds. But let’s not worry about that for a moment.

That took us off the bat, so let’s get back to it. A theory of the bat’s mind will not, indeed cannot, contain a description of what it’s like to be a bat, because that isn’t even part of the theory of bat minds. It’s part of the theory of human minds. We can perfectly describe what goes on inside the bat’s mind, relate sensory input to motor output via cognitive processes (if you like that way of describing things, which might turn out not to be too great in the end), without missing a thing.

So back to the description of ourselves. What I indeed can not obtain from the description of a bat is what it would feel like for me to be a bat. But there is two possible arguments against that being a problem. The first one is that is very probably a nonsensical question to ask. I am not a bat, and were I a bat, I wouldn’t be me, so it seems pretty close to being logically impossible for me to have the batness cake and feel it, so to speak.

But there is a more profound objection. What is it you want when you ask the above question? You want a theory that, in capturing the structure of the mind, enables you to implement that mind. In other words, you want a theory that produces that which it describes. Which seems even sillier than wanting to be a bat. It’s worse than complaining that your theory of water doesn’t make you feel wet; it’s like complaining that your water theory doesn’t make you wet other things, doesn’t make you emulate water.

Sounds silly. So why doesn’t the bat question sound equally silly? I think it’s because of the hierarchy confusion. The practical purpose of theories is to give you an understanding of it’s subject. So when the theory is one about mind, and thus about understanding, it seems natural to expect to obtain that understanding that is the subject of the theory, when in fact all the theory is going to give you is an understanding of that understanding.

In short: yes, qualia are absent from the theory. That’s because the qualia are not the substance, but the subject of the theory. It’s perfectly able to describe them, as much as any theory is able to describe anything. This is different from the real thing, of course, and that’s not special to the mind, nor is it a indication that more than the physical world needs describing.

Now go find some nuts. You must be hungry.

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