3 July, 2009

Insensitivity

Dot writes: on Wednesday night both Ken and I woke in the small hours and noticed that the rain sounded very heavy and there was even a bit of thunder. Then we went back to sleep, and when we got up for the day Ken cycled off to UCD and I spent the day mostly indoors with Hugh, apart from a rather damp walk. We visited my friend Sarah and Hugh played with her little boys (or rather, he played with their toys: he is still a bit young for real co-operative play). We had a nice day.

Apparently, according to this morning’s Metro, that heavy rain we heard caused flash flooding in several parts of Dublin. The DART was closed south of Dun Laoghaire (i.e. our bit of the line), the M1 tunnel was ‘a lake’, traffic was deadlocked and householders faced ‘misery’. Only we didn’t notice. Isn’t it odd how often that happens? These spectacular events occur – distastrous, if it’s your living room full of water or your car floating off down the road – and a few hundred yards away people carry on oblivious. But in the media it’s all that seems to be happening. (I remember when there were the big floods in York in 2000 you’d think from the television the whole town was under water – especially as they kept showing pictures of the King’s Arms, which floods every year anyway – but my house was only two roads back from the Ouse and completely unaffected.)

The world of television and newspapers is like one of those strange homunculi they draw to illustrate the nervous system, with the size of each area determined by how many nerve endings it has – huge lips and huge hands and tiny little skinny legs. In fact, the analogy is rather a good one, because the size of each place in the media’s eyes depends not just on whether it’s just had a flash flood or a presidential election or a dead popstar, but also on whether anybody is bothering to pay attention to it. They have a lot more to put up with than heavy rain in the Congo, I would have thought, but I can’t think when the Metro last mentioned it.

29 June, 2009

psychology of moral sacrifice

Ken writes:

Reflecting the other day on the fact that we have now basically given up on the environmentally correct choices of nappy (washable, and non-toxic, biodegradable disposal varieties), and therefore were in the wrong, morally speaking, it occurred to me that the moral calculation for deciding what to do basically does not seem to take into account such things as the impact of the choice one’s own daily quality of life and allows as a matter of course that the right thing to do will require sacrifices on your part.

It hasn’t always been this way. The ancient tradition in Western ethics, based around the notion of an ideal of human flourishing and an excellent life, put moderation (balance, temperance) at the heart of living virtuously. Take plenty of exercise, but don’t overdo it. Be competitive, but keep things in perspective. Enjoy company, but have some time on your own. Enjoy food drink and material possessions, but not to excess. Do things that keep you mentally stimulated but do not obsess about them or become introverted and withdrawn. And so on.

The ancient tradition didn’t have the problem of answering the moral sceptic who asks selfishly, villainously, why they should be good, if it is of no benefit to them. The ancient tradition had an answer: roughly, virtue is its own reward. The sceptic basically just doesn’t understand that the best sort of life for a human to lead is a virtuous one (one which steers a way through various extremes). Once they see the matter from a more long term and mature perspective, they’ll see that self-interest and virtue do not really conflict.

But the Christian tradition, i.e. pretty much moral thinking since then–secular and religious–seems to have the basic fact of the demandingness of morality built in to it. A right on one person’s part carries with it an obligation on someone else’s and obligations are demands on your resources and constraints on your freedom.

Actually, the question I wanted to ask was: is it a feature of the ethical systems themselves or is it rather a feature of modern (Christian and secular) moral psychology? Do we, as it were, apply modern moral systems in such a way that they demand sacrifices? Would an ancient Greek transported to the modern era apply modern ethical systems in a demanding way or would their judgements about what what respecting rights and obligations required show respecting rights required no sacrifice?

29 June, 2009

boom, bust and the dark winter

Ken writes:

From the Irish Times:

While we complain about how tough times are now, things are still an awful lot better for most of us than at any point during the 100 years documented in Cold Meat . Could we cope with the deprivations of the war years or before? “We’d find it a shock, certainly,” Davies says. “I think we would cope again. There is something in the human nature that likes deprivation. People can’t sew or darn or put on a button . . . It would be hard, but I think people would cope.”

Do we like a bit of deprivation? We like talking about it. Remember the Monty Python sketch (”we were raised in hole int road”). But I think we like it too (secretly).

But who’s ‘we’? I wonder if it is human nature so much as extreme latitude dweller nature. Extreme latitudes induce a seasonality to the year, which, if you think about it, consists of regular periods of deprivation and plenty or boom and bust. And we like proper seasons. They provide variety.

I personally like winter with its cold and frost. It kills off all the annoying flies. When we lived in Scotland, one thing that really struck me was how at home I felt weatherwise. I never realised, growing up in the North Island of New Zealand, what I’d been missing. It was a “where’ve you been all my life!” experience.

The current age of globalisation has had the effect of providing a season of perpetual tropical summer–at least as far as what we eat is concerned, since we can buy fresh fruit and vegetables imported from anywhere on earth and without noticeable difference in price, whenever we want them. I doubt if many people actually know when fruit are really in season where they live.

27 June, 2009

Hugh pic

Ken writes:
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Onward to victory,
or perhaps Night Fever Night Fever!

(I see he’s practising stowing stuff away in his beard for afters as well)

26 June, 2009

Child language acquisition: a speculation

Ken writes: Language development is an area of inter-disciplinary interest and deserves the attention of developmental psychologists, psycho-linguists, and a host of others. As an academic philosopher, I’m one of the others. My speculations are likely to err in being insufficiently informed by detailed observations of how quickly children learn language, what words they learn first, what their environment is like and so on. So, the following needs a grain of salt. (I’ve just ordered Paul Bloom’s book “How Children Learn the Meanings of Words,’ so I will update this post in some weeks time to correct my mistakes).

I think children learn words by the same mechanisms that they learn everything else (for this supposition has the virtue of theoretical parsimony: don’t postulate more faculties or mechanisms than necessary). This is trial and error with rewarding feedback more likely to reinforce actions that work and negative feedback likely to extinguish a type of action. This ‘theory’ has limits: it cannot explain why certain basic things are rewarding and apt to reinforce and others are unpleasant, but every theory has questions that lie beyond its scope. The theory can explain how non-basic things are rewarding, they are conducive to other things that are rewarding… but that some basic things are rewarding must be taken as primitive. For example, maybe the fact that sweet tastes are rewarding is just basic. The theory of conditioning cannot explain that. But it can explain earning money is rewarding: because you can buy sweets! Maybe the basic rewardingness of sweet tastes has to be explained in biological and evolutionary terms, that is to say, in terms of the history of the species rather than the history of the organism.

You could mean many things by language acquisition. Hugh is a relatively late talker and we may get to some of the parental self-criticism for this later. One reason though, is that unlike some parents we aren’t willing to call any old vocalisation an utterance of a word. Babbling and vocalising are very important for developing the capacity for speech, but a random utterance that sounds like a word ‘mama’ or ‘bye bye’ for example, doesn’t count as an utterance of a word unless it’s contextually appropriate, e.g. when accompanied by a wave and said when people are departing. Words like ‘mama’ don’t have such distinctive characteristic contexts of appropriate utterance, so it is hard to say when they are used appropriately.

I am going to focus on the first stage of language acquisition–the transition from zero to some, rather than the explosive word learning period children supposedly go through after they have a few principles under their belts.

The first point I think is significant is that we need to remember how much communication can happen between people who don’t share a language. Dot and I once had a flatmate’s Catalan mother staying with us (while her daughter was sick). She, we, all tried to exchange pleasantries just because it makes living in a small house easier. So, although she spoke no English, she could comment on how hot it was, or what a nice day it was, just by gesturing and exclaiming and because we could see for ourselves what a nice day it was and the context did all the work for us. The context included everything she did, everything we did and our mutual environment. Similarly, we can often understand malapropism and slips of the tongue (spoonerisms and the like) because the context makes evident what the real message was supposed to be.

I think the initial stages of child language acquisition begin with communication that doesn’t involve language. The daily rhythms governing the child’s life (such as having clothes or shoes put on before going outside, or a bib put on before a meal, or clothes taken off before a bath and so on) create a context, a common mutual context, within which actions and things have a certain significance. Things can be used as props to convey messages between child and parent. For example, the child giving the parent an empty milk bottle can signify a request for milk. Drinking a full bottle of milk regularly happens after the adult holds an empty bottle of milk, so the child can produce the empty bottle and let the implicit norm of the routine do the rest. Suppose this works once or twice, the child is rewarded and that strengthens the behaviour to make offering an empty bottle more likely the next time the child feels thirsty/hungry.

There are other mechanisms. Children naturally imitate things in their environment. For example, a child might see a dog barking and mimic the sound of barking. Hugh once observed a couple of men chopping back a hedge with powered hedge trimmers and was completely engrossed. Later I was him holding a stick to the flower beds and growling. Now that we’ve moved into a house with carpet, he pushes his walker into the corners and under the table making an electric sound (in imitation of the vacuum cleaner). This sort of thing is very rich in consequences. One consequence, the parents can seize on the imitation barking and reward it with squeals of appreciation (as the case may be). The child can produce the sound in the context of other dogs, or representations of dogs (on the television or on t-shirts and so on) and be further rewarded. This creates a proto-referential connection between the sound and dogs. It stopped being imitation when the child began to initiate the sound, not as a response to dog’s barking but as a response to dogs. I’m saying ‘proto-referential’ connection, but that over-theorises it. For us speakers of a language, it has the effect of immediately calling to mind certain objects, but it doesn’t follow that it does so for the child. They already have the objects in mind.

Another consequence of imitation is the substitution of one thing for another (walker for vacuum cleaner, or stick for hedge trimmer and azalea for hawthorn). This promotes non-linguistic communication (because one can indirectly refer to something (draw a parent’s attention to something) via a proxy). This is also important because it brings the child into closer and closer coordination with adults and convergence onto a mutually recognised common context. The substitution of objects selects elements from the context and prioritises them. It makes those items relevant. It directs attention to those items. Making certain items relevant is an important step toward making the context a mutual one shared by parent and child–one where there is an awareness that the context is shared–rather than simply being a context both parties happen to be in.

Proper sharing of the context is important for shaping the child’s behaviour and responses. In Hugh’s case, voofvoof, was produced for quite a lot of different animal types. Certainly cats as well as dogs. Now, one might think, does that mean he thinks cats are dogs, or does it mean his word is a word that indifferently applies to both cats and dogs? In the first case he over-generalises the extension of the word, in the second, he has a non-standard word. I don’t think there is a real difference between these possibilities. They are the same phenomenon. But we adults don’t use our word that way so we want to break the habit, or more gently, to induce in him the same regularities of use of ‘voofvoof’ as hold for our word ‘dog’. Given that we share a context and certain things are salient in it, then we are able to shape his behaviour via our responses by rewarding utterances that fit our practice and ignoring ones that don’t. This last point is relevant because it needs to be remembered that learning English from scratch is notionally a combination of two tasks, those being becoming linguistic at all, and being a user of the English language specifically.

I hope to say more on the topic of this post in the future.

25 June, 2009

Hugh and the house

Dot writes: BT have restored our internet connection! So here are some pictures of Hugh from the last month (and one rather older), plus a shot of our new little house.

Mischief

Mischief


Cheerily displaying one of his collection of alarming bruises (it looked much worse in the flesh).

Cheerily displaying one of his collection of alarming bruises (it looked much worse in the flesh).


Helping us pack for the move

Helping us pack for the move


For comparison, Hugh during our previous move in June 2008. He's sitting pretty much exactly on the spot where he was born.

For comparison, Hugh during our previous move in June 2008. He's sitting pretty much exactly on the spot where he was born.


Our new house. It's the one on the end of the row at the right. The green area at the front is communal.

Our new house. It's the one on the end of the row at the right. The green area at the front is communal.


Hugh in our back garden earlier this evening, helping to empty his new paddling pool.

Hugh in our back garden earlier this evening, helping to empty his new paddling pool.

23 June, 2009

Pigeon post

Dot writes: we STILL have no internet connection, so once more here is a hurried and telegrammatic post smuggled out from my office when I should be doing something else (but I have to go and get Hugh in ten minutes anyway). The weather is suddenly lovely. The house is basically straight now, or as straight as a wee house can be when inhabited by two rather messy adults, one stupendously anarchic toddler, and lots and lots of stuff. Nobody in the family has a cold, sore throat, rash, boil or other ailment beyond slight snuffliness. I have actually managed to get to the library today and it was marvellous, except for the part where I got rather too warm and almost fell asleep. (But I prudently went and did photocopying until I woke up again.) We like being able to take Hugh to the childminder’s on foot and not use our car; Ken cycled into UCD and has been working on a publication (go Ken!). And Hugh has some most attractive new jumpers that I bought for him yesterday, and which he doesn’t need to wear now it has warmed up so much, plus new shoes acquired at the weekend (size 6G).

Happy happy!

17 June, 2009

still no computer access at home

Ken writes: sorry for the long silence. We haven’t yet managed to get a phone line or broadband at our new place, which is why we haven’t been able to post anything (I’m currently at work, and I shouldn’t really be posting even this much!).

16 June, 2009

Moved

Dot writes: well, we are installed in our new house, thanks to philosopher muscle (and they helped to start the car again too). The boxes are gradually clearing to reveal a rather pleasant little dwelling (it’s slightly like excavated the tomb of Tutankhamun, only with plastic baby-walkers instead of gilt regalia). We have no internet at home as yet; pictures to follow when it is finally installed.

And I’m off to the doctor.

12 June, 2009

Inching towards Dalkey

Dot writes: I said I would try to stop posting about our day to day doings, but I’m ignoring that promise in favour of having a good moan. Firstly, I have a painful, choked-up throat and feel rotten and sorry for myself, especially as Hugh woke at 4.25 this morning (4.25! though he didn’t actually get up then and eventually fell back asleep in our bed and made it through to ten past six). Secondly, it was probably a mistake to decide to stay for the examiners’ lunch at work, because that meant Ken was struggling alone with the packing until after three and we were very late starting to deal with the day’s main upset, which will be detailed under item three, as follows. Thirdly, a person who will remain nameless but quite probably starts with H had turned a light on inside the car, which we last used on Wednesday, and the battery was now very, very, very flat. So flat that we couldn’t start it with repeated attempts at jump-starting, Ken valiantly pushing and me nervously in the drivers’ seat. (I do drive, but I hate stuff like that.) So flat that attaching jump-leads to the battery belonging to a helpful young man we met in the carpark achieved absolutely nothing. So flat that, even when the helpful young man assisted Ken with the pushing for a faster attempt at jump-starting and the car briefly spluttered into life, it immediately stalled again.

We haven’t done any of the rearranging in the new house that we meant to. We’ve picked up the keys and borrowed a ladder from my friend Sarah so we can get into the roof and that’s it. It was almost five before we even got to Dalkey, and we had to pick Hugh up at half past. We would have been earlier, but we missed a train while the chap selling us tickets had a conversation with his mate, and then it was fifteen minutes to the next one. Oh, and they’ve only given us one set of keys, so I’m going to have to start next week by chasing the letting agent, who will probably have to chase the landlord, to get another.

I’d scream, but my throat’s too sore. We’re having an early night.