I once had a student at the Ohio State University who, by very improbable means, ended up talking with then President Bill Clinton for over an hour. The guy was an Army Ranger who had been wounded in the Battle of Mogadishu (of Black Hawk Down fame) and Clinton had afterwards visited everyone in the hospital. It was pretty interesting to hear about the whole thing, but one of the weirdest aspects is that the student (with slight exaggeration) noted that everyone wounded in the battle ended up being Democrats as a result of the hours with Clinton. This was prior to Bush's wars, when even grunts overwhelmingly tended to be Republican. Also, the wounded soldiers in question had been so furious about the Somali cluster**** that an officer had yelled at them right before Clinton showed up, telling them that he was the commander in chief and they'd better be respectful. But Clinton just did his thing, staying there way over-schedule, and all of the solidiers had a blast talking with him.

From this and other stories, I gather that Bill Clinton is an archetype of a kind of person who can have a mutually entertaining conversation with anybody in any circumstance. Of course, at the other end of the spectrum are Nietzsche's gods/monsters/philosophers, people who are only really comfortable talking with themselves.


Nearly every human being is somewhere in the middle of the Clinton/Nietzsche spectrum. But the ability is not linear. First, there is a strong modularity with respect to setting. Almost all professors are reasonably entertaining and warm when in front of a classroom. There's a lot of pressure to learn to do this well. But the persona falls off and something else is revealed when the professor has to deal with people one on one or in more conversational groups where the interlocutors can talk back without raising their hands. And the creature under the professorial mask is often Nietzschean, vascillating back and forth between (on the one hand) a good (albeit unwitting) imitation of Dustin Hoffman's Rain Man and (on the other) just lecturing at the person in question as if she is a classroom. 

There is also another dichotomy concerning talking with individual people versus talking in group settings. I have friends who are fantastically charismatic in APA and SPEP reception type circumstances, but whose one-on-one conversations descend into uncomfortable silence after two minutes. And I have friends (like myself) who tend towards the opposite. In groups outside of the classroom they approximate Community's Abed, but one on one they are more Clintonian and less Nietzschean.

And finally, the ability to affectively engage with individuals is also highly modular. This one I can't figure out at all. What makes some people affectivly simpatico with one another and others not? The ability to entertain one another with conversation is one of the deepest roots of friendship, but it seems almost entirely random whether or not two people will share this. A lot of it comes down to whether the two people can reliably cause one another to laugh. But what in turn causes this? In looking at my own and others close friendships, it seems almost randomly distributed to me. People who should find it very fun to hang out together on the basis of interests and beliefs can end up having nothing to say to one another. And people who for all sorts of reasons should (both descriptively and normatively) not be good friends find each other endlessly entertaining.

It's probably all to the good that there's currently no algorithm for this kind of thing. But it is not inconceivable that with future iterations of on-line dating sites there will be one. This would help many, many people find happiness, but I do worry that something worthwhile and maybe particularly human will have been lost at that point. Our ability to entertain and be entertained by conversation with unexpected people is surely one capacity that keeps us at least a little bit not at one another's throats. The world is filled with potential friends that you don't know about! How cool is that? But if the capacity for mutual affective sympathy is ever gamed out algorithmically then it will be just one more way that technological mediation sorts us into various tribes.* But maybe we've evolved such that it can't be so gamed. After reflecting on this, I think that would be very nice.

[Notes:

Tribes!

Electric mediation already exacerbates this precisely because it removes the cues that generate affective sympathy in humans. In this respect, the philosophical blogosphere approximates a Brassierian "orgy of on-line stupidity" precisely to the extent that people who work on various figures collectively engage in the kind of dysfunctional behaviors that are the dangers of all small communities, but much easier for otherwise intelligent people to engage in when mediated by physical distance.

This leads to all sorts of stupid nastiness towards others who were either never in the tribe or who have been recently excommunicated. This is often couched in philosophical debate, cf. the bit about ducks also floating here.

But the debate is epiphenomenal. The important thing is maintaining group solidarity in the face of threats, even if those threats have to be invented in order to do so.

Part of why I wrote the above post is because I think that the solution to this kind of stupidity generally involves the way that philosophy is best realized in human conversation governed by affective sympathy.

The problem isn't just the idio-sphere. Too much of our institutions treat philosophy as if it is in itself just a competition. Boxing is the usual metaphor here, and the problem here is that you often just get rams butting each other's horns, and the philosophy is just a causally inert superstructure residing over a base base.**

But sometimes you do get this business of "tribes," as if philosophy is not boxing, but rather a football match between two teams! At best, you then just get this kind of thing:

Feh.

**What do the rams think they are doing? Does it ever occur to them that it's just stupid to ram your head into something? Or are they so busy just trying to prove a godammed point? In any case, shouldn't philosophical wisdom raise you above that level? Q&As after talks as well as departmental politics in male dominated departmetns shows that it quite often doesn't.]

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4 responses to “Everybody’s facial expression just changed. Let’s see. . . You’re either hungry or angry about something.”

  1. Scott Anderson Avatar
    Scott Anderson

    As if intended to illustrate one of your sub-themes, there’s this:
    “How a Math Genius Hacked OKCupid to find true love”
    http://www.wired.com/wiredscience/2014/01/how-to-hack-okcupid/
    tl;dr: Writing a very effective profile: identifying someone you want to go on a date with (and vice-versa): unsolved.

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    Scott Anderson

    hmmm. a word disappeared. that should say:
    tl;dr: Writing a very effective profile: solved; identifying someone you want to go on a date with (and vice-versa): unsolved.

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  3. Jon Cogburn Avatar
    Jon Cogburn

    I love how he trained his bots to beat OK Cupid’s data harvesting blocs, and I love how applying the soybean algorithm ended up being his breakthrough.
    Some great quotes too:
    “By date 20, he noticed latent variables emerging. In the younger cluster, the women invariably had two or more tattoos and lived on the east side of Los Angeles. In the other, a disproportionate number owned midsize dogs that they adored.”
    “Most unsuccessful daters confront self-esteem issues. For McKinlay it was worse. He had to question his calculations.”
    It’s great that he worked, but I’m apprehensive that he wrote a self-help book about it ( http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HY351S2 ).

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  4. Charles R Avatar
    Charles R

    “To be constrained in will, lofty in action, aloof from the world, apart from its customs, elevated in discourse, sullen and critical, indignation his whole concern – such is the life favored by the scholar in his mountain valley, the man who condemns the world, the worn and haggard one who means to end it all with a plunge into the deep.
    “To discourse on benevolence, righteousness, loyalty, and good faith, to be courteous, temperate, modest, and deferential, moral training his whole concern – such is the life favored by the scholar who seeks to bring the world to order, the man who teaches and instructs, who at home and abroad lives for learning.
    “To talk of great accomplishments, win a great name, define the etiquette of ruler and subject, regulate the position of superior and inferior, the ordering of the state his only concern – such is the life favored by the scholar of court and council, the man who would honor his sovereign and strengthen his country, the bringer of accomplishment, the annexer of territory.
    “To repair to the thickets and ponds, living idly in the wilderness, angling for fish in solitary places, inaction his only concern – such is the life favored by the scholar of the rivers and seas, the man who withdraws from the world, the unhurried idler.
    “To pant, to puff, to hail, to sip, to spit out the old breath and draw in the new, practicing bear-hangings and bird-stretchings, longevity his only concern – such is the life favored by the scholar who practices Induction, the man who nourishes his body, who hopes to live to be as old as P’eng-tsu.
    “But to attain loftiness without constraining the will; to achieve moral training without benevolence and righteousness, good order without accomplishments and fame, leisure without rivers and seas, long life without Induction; to lose everything and yet possess everything, at ease in the illimitable, where all good things come to attend – this is the Way of Heaven and earth, the Virtue of the sage.
    “So it is said, Limpidity, silence, emptiness, inaction – these are the level of Heaven and earth, the substance of the Way and its Virtue.
    “So it is said, The sage rests; with rest comes peaceful ease, with peaceful ease comes limpidity, and where there is ease and limpidity, care and worry cannot get at him, noxious airs cannot assault him. Therefore his Virtue is complete and his spirit unimpaired.”
    ——Watson’s translation of a portion of the Chuang Tzu
    Or, differently,
    “We can only imagine Plato and Aristotle in long academic gowns. They were honest men like others, laughing with their friends. And when they amused themselves writing their Laws and Politics, they did it as a game. This was the least philosophic and least serious part of their life, the most philosophic being living simply and quietly. If they wrote about politics, it was as if to lay down rules for an insane asylum. And if they pretended to talk about it as something important, it was because they knew that the madmen to whom they were talking thought themselves kings and emperors. They entered into their principles in order to make their madness as little harmful as possible.”
    —Ariew’s translation of a portion of the Pensées
    At some point, a student in philosophy becomes a teacher of philosophy. At that point, a choice becomes apparent: how willing is one going to be to suspend disbelief in order to show how wonderfully bizarre each of our minds is? And when one has learned such flexibility of mind to see from as many perspectives as possible both the frustration and the joy we individually have within the things we have learned and felt, what is left but letting the game play itself out? Fixing the problems of the world one soul at a time requires knowing what perspective is the ultimately correct one for each soul; there isn’t a universal pattern for all souls, working to establish that pattern from the diversity is wildly inconsistent, defeating the whole point of it being universal. If the diversity is the pattern, then there’s nothing more to do but teach our students how to let go of the frisson in the spine, that debilitating feeling of some part of the world being out of whack with the rest, when others are so openly speaking and writing in error.
    That is, to teach them it is okay if someone is wrong on the Internet.

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