I. How do brains learn things? Here’s a Tedx talk about bird brains learning how to sing. It’s pretty neat. Check it out. I’m by no means an expert in this field, but my understanding is that bird brain song learning is pretty generalizable to brain learning in general. Basically, brains learn through experimentation. Change
November is national novel writing month, and in the spirit of NaNoWriMo, I’m planning on making a blog post everyday for… the first week of November? The first two weeks of November? All of November? The duration of the experiment will depend preliminary results.
I. I like to be generally personally correct. This tendency of mine is nothing special. Probably most people like to be correct. Or at least we think we like to be correct. Often, I notice my opinions changing according to circumstance—according to who I’m talking to. And like, what’s up with that? Obviously the state
[Note: This is an updated and lightly edited version of an essay that I wrote in 2017. I still believe most of what is written here, but my confidence levels have changed, and if I were to write on this topic again, I would emphasize different aspects of the ideas.] I am he as you
pastiche: a work of art in the style of another artist This post is the last in a series of three pastiches of French authors. As with the other two, there is commentary at the end. The first post (Stendhal). The second (Flaubert). There were in essence two Caltechs: The Caltech with a campus that
pastiche: a work of art in the style of another artist This post is the second in a series of three pastiches of French authors, all depicting undergraduate life at Caltech, appended with commentary targeted at readers with no familiarity with French literature. The first post in the series. It was eleven fifteen pm, Friday,
1 In a 2015 private email conversation, published on Sam Harris’s website, he (neuroscientist and popular atheist philosopher) and Noam Chomsky (linguist and prominent critic of US foreign policy) exchange thousands of words in an attempt to reach a common understanding, and get nowhere. (I don’t particularly recommend reading this conversation. Throughout, Chomsky comes across
pastiche: a work of art in the style of another artist For a class I took my last term of college, I wrote pastiches of three different French authors—Stendhal, Flaubert and Proust—all depicting undergraduate life at Caltech. I set out to answer the question, approximately “What do the lenses these artists provide tell us about