Olen aiemmin järkeillyt X- ja Y-kromosomien perusteella että pojat muistuttavat geneettisesti enemmän äitejään kuin isiään, koska Y-kromosomi on pieni. (Ja tytöt enemmän isänpuoleista isoäitiään kuin äidinpuoleista, koska isältä saatu X-kromosomin aines on pelkästään tältä). Ilmeisesti fenotyypin kannalta merkittävämpää voi olla eroavaisuus geeniekspressiossa äidiltä ja isältä saatujen geenien välillä. Tämän artikkelin perusteella isältä saadut geenit ekspressoituvat enemmän kuin äidiltä saadut.
9/11 redux
Posted by – September 12, 2017
9/11 -perinteeni on katsoa youtube-videoita tuolta päivältä. Tämä oli minulle uusi, kuuden tv-kanavan lähetys multipleksattuna, toisen koneen törmäys tapahtuu aivan lopussa.
Deep thought
Posted by – September 11, 2017
The Internet used to be all about blogging, now it’s all about blocking.
(I preferred blogging.)
New-to-me Harry Nilsson video
Posted by – September 10, 2017
Harry Nilsson apparently plied some pensioners with alcohol and party hats to get them to perform the backing vocals for “I’d Rather Be Dead”.
Breast left behind
Posted by – September 8, 2017
From the dept. of interesting evolutionary hypotheses, Desmond Morris’s “The Naked Ape” suggests that breasts as a secondary sexual characteristic evolved to trigger existing attraction to buttocks, which in turn dates back to when our ancestors walked on all fours, and buttock presentation was a sex opportunity.
Deep thought
Posted by – September 6, 2017
To be a truly normal person, you should have a normal amount of abnormalities.
Elvis on rock
Posted by – September 3, 2017
On Elvis’s “Live 1955 Hayride Shows” release there’s a radio interview with the following section:
Q: And what about music, what kind of music really appeals to you?
A: I like different types, I like rock ‘n roll, hillbilly, pop.. Some classical, I like different kinds of music, I like anything, any kind if it’s good, you know.
Q: Well speaking of rock ‘n roll, what’s your opinion on this rock ‘n roll phase that’s going through the country right now?
A: Rock ‘n roll has been in for about five years. I’m not going to sit here and say that it’s going to last because I don’t know. But all I can say is that it’s good, the people like it, it’s sellin’. I don’t mean my, I don’t mean rock ‘n roll, but.. it might change, like years ago when the Charleston was real popular, the Vaudeville acts, stuff like that.. y-you could have told all those people when they was with it, it was going to die out and they wouldn’t have believed ya, but it’s dead now, see.. and maybe four-five years from now rock ‘n roll will be dead.
Q: But as far as rock ‘n roll goes, you really like it, huh?
A: As far as rock ‘n roll goes I really like it and I enjoy doin’ it, and, uh the people have really accepted it great and it just really makes me wanna knock myself out to keep givin’ them something to enjoy.
Elvis also attributes his “unique style” (the interviewer’s words) to “religious quartets” which he was a close follower of, who do a lot of “rockin’ river spirituals” (may have misheard that). No mention of rhythm ‘n blues.
Is there intelligent extraterrestial life?
Posted by – September 3, 2017
My commonsense position on intelligent extraterrestial life: it surely exists, but very likely its lightcone and our lightcone don’t intersect, so we can’t interact with it because it’s too far away, too long ago or too far in the future. In this way aliens are like God: the universe in which they exist isn’t necessarily observationally distinct from the one in which they don’t.
All day dark star
Posted by – September 1, 2017
If you’re looking for something to listen to, here’s a supercut someone made of Dark Stars played in 1972, a bit under 12 hours long.
Longevity of nations
Posted by – August 29, 2017
Some countries, like Israel or Finland, are not likely to exist for very long, because if they are ever in a weakened state, they will be quickly overrun or assimilated and be unable to make a comeback. And everything runs into problems at some point. (Incidentally, I think it’s more likely that Finland will disappear into the EU than Russia.)
Other countries, like Russia or China, will probably exist indefinitely, because even in a weakened state they are next to impossible to truly wipe out, both due to expansive geography and culture.
Finland is a classic borderlands country, and I sometimes think of it being that way in time too – occupying a brief window from the dawn of nation-states to its end sometime in the future.
This has something to do with the Lindy effect, whereby a long history suggests a long future. Even though Switzerland is small, it has good chances judging by a ~700 year history of its confederacy that hasn’t been extinguished by historical events yet.
Babies, immigrants and all that
Posted by – August 26, 2017
A couple of days ago, the ACLU (American Civil Liberties Union) tweeted “This is the future that ACLU members want” with a picture of a toddler with a shirt saying “Free Speech” and holding a US flag. Responses included:
- “A White kid with a flag?!”
- “What? All blond folk! I don’t get this silly post. The future ACLU wants is a little blond kid???”
- “I’d rather have this future:”, with several pictures of black characters from TV shows.
Soon, the ACLU account responded with “When your Twitter followers keep you in check and remind you that white supremacy is everywhere”, with a reaction gif of Kermit the Frog saying “That’s a very good point” – meaning that the ACLU conceded the point.
Possibly some of the commenters didn’t notice the words on the shirt, “Free Speech”, and only noticed the whiteness of the child, and made the sinister connection with “the future that ACLU members want” plus an American flag. Other comments may have not noticed the whiteness and kept looking for the point of the picture, which is the shirt. Other tweeters reacted with offense upon offense; “What has the world come to when a picture of a white kid is racist?” This must be one of the button-pushiest issues imaginable. Whose babies do we really like?
Also a couple of days ago, the chairman of the Finnish Social Democratic Party, Antti Rinne, expressed concern about low fertility numbers in Finland. He called on everyone to “pitch in” on this and make more babies, saying “Two is already well done”. Commentators were appalled, members of his own party evoked the Third Reich and his choice of words was universally condemned.
Some of the pushback was opposed to the idea of a man telling women what to do about reproduction, and some had to do with environmental concerns (“There’s already too many of us”). A lot of it was about the nation-building connotation. As a positive solution, many promoted increasing immigration instead (this included many who were concerned about the environmental impact of having children). One comment was “Finland doesn’t need more babies. Finland needs more immigrants.”
Despite the PR catastrophe, I think Rinne had some political wisdom. This issue of “our babies” vs. “those immigrants” is extremely potent, and even a ham-handed display of approval of “our babies” can be very valuable.
Of course, it’s potent in the other direction too. On the opposite side of the political spectrum, it is extremely distasteful to show preference for “us” over “them”, and many will now suspect Rinne of that. The idea itself of “us” and “them” in the context of babies is dangerous – to that side of the spectrum, which I might as well call the left, “us” and “them” applies to class and politics, not to ethnic groups.
Also a couple of days ago, there was a knife attack in the Finnish city of Turku killing two and wounding another eight. The attacker was a Moroccan asylum seeker who had been denied asylum. In the initial press conference, when solid information was scarce, the minister for the interior, Päivi Risikko, relayed the information that the attacker had been “foreign-looking”. This was met with dismay and disapproval. Does Päivi Risikko not know that there are dark-skinned Finns now? The “non-Finnish-looking” posted selfies challenging anyone to say what a Finnish person looks like. Parents of dark-skinned children took to Facebook to voice their concern that their children will be stigmatised as “non-Finnish-looking”. Columnists made the point, obvious to them, that there is no such thing as “Finnish-looking”. That perhaps there never was, but there certainly isn’t now.
Of course, this whole thing only made it obvious to everyone that it is pretty clear what “Finnish-looking” means. If it didn’t mean anything, there would be nothing to talk about. Predicting who might have felt their “Finnish-lookingness” questioned would not have been difficult.
(In case you’re wondering, I am sometimes asked about my non-Finnish name. It has not occurred to me to respond that there is nothing non-Finnish about my name, because these days Finns are named all kinds of things.)
That there is no such thing as “Finnish-looking” is something that educated Finns might be able to believe, but certainly Middle-Eastern and African immigrants, such as the attacker, who might be among a “Finnish-looking” majority for the first time in their lives, know exactly what it means. Those of a truly impeccable moral character might feel that there is no “us” and “them” between ethnic Finns and recent far-group immigrants, but hardly any of those immigrants fail to consider their own co-ethnics an ingroup. It is an iron law of social behaviour if there ever was one – people are groupish, and every emigrant group to anywhere ever has demonstrated intragroup solidarity.
Even though there is obviously every other kind of groupishness, the idea that there is no such thing as Finnishness has considerable purchase, but it is intended for domestic consumpion only. From the outside, it has the appearance of a cosmopolitan affectation. In reality, Finns are a relatively distinct ethnic and linguistic group (though not a very unified one – there is considerable distance between west and east genetically). But it is the same in every western country; of course there is no We, the very idea is both meaningless (there can be such thing) and disproved by history (did you know people have always moved around?).
As politics turns more and more to the fundamental question of politics, “Whose side are you on?”, you can expect to see more and more stake-claiming, and more talk about babies and immigrants. It did not occur to Antti Rinne to single out for praise residents of African and Middle-Eastern background, who have chidren at almost three times the rate of the rest of the population. As a demographic group, parents, who after all can hardly be politically discounted, would have reacted quite differently to that.
Georg Lichtenberg
Posted by – August 17, 2017
On the topic of commenting on nonsense culture war issues:
“I ceased in the year 1764 to believe that one can convince one’s opponents with arguments printed in books. It is not to do that, therefore, that I have taken up my pen, but merely so as to annoy them, and to bestow strength and courage on those on our own side, and to make it known to the others that *they* have not convinced *us*.”
And:
“A person reveals his character by nothing so clearly as the joke he resents.”
Both from the same author, Georg Lichtenberg! He also provides the True but Impossible path:
“Nothing is more conducive to peace of mind than not having any opinion at all.”
The man is a quote goldmine:
“Everyone is a genius at least once a year. The real geniuses simply have their bright ideas closer together.”
(I have found this to be true, although with a liberal definition of “everyone”.)
“We have no words for speaking of wisdom to the stupid. He who understands the wise is wise already.”
“A book is a mirror: if an ape looks into it an apostle is hardly likely to look out.”
“One’s first step in wisdom is to question everything – and one’s last is to come to terms with everything.”
“Just as we outgrow a pair of trousers, we outgrow acquaintances, libraries, principles, etc., at times before they’re worn out and times – and this is the worst of all – before we have new ones.”
“Actual aristocracy cannot be abolished by any law: all the law can do is decree how it is to be imparted and who is to acquire it.”
And many, many more.
Deep thought
Posted by – August 14, 2017
In relationships, as in gambling: “Once you win, stop playing.”
Go back to 1959
Posted by – August 13, 2017
Thought: I was just listening to a Dead show from 1971, and after they’ve played Truckin’, there’s some tuning and audience noise. After someone shouts something – possibly “turn the lights on”, and then something about sounding like the Beach Boys, Bob Weir says, “Hey man, go back to 1959”. That’s like saying “Go back to 2005” now.
The subtlety of Randy Newman
Posted by – August 13, 2017
Randy Newman is best known for a couple of satirical humorous songs, Political Science and Short People. Political Science is a send-up of American wounded amour propre:
No one likes us
I don’t know why
We may not be perfect
But heaven knows we try
But all around
Even our old friends put us down
Let’s drop the big one
And see what happensWe give them money
But are they grateful
No, they’re spiteful
And they’re hateful
They don’t respect us
So let’s surprise them
We’ll drop the big one
And pulverize them
Short People is racial prejudice translated to heightism:
They got little hands
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin’ great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet[…]
They got lil’ baby legs
They stand so low
You got to pick ’em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That got beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin’ peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They’re gonna get you every time
Well, I don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
‘Round here
Perhaps because of these songs, Newman has a reputation among some people for “on-the-nose” satire, being too obvious by half. According to my dad, legendary Finnish songwriter Juice thought that. But if anything, that’s backwards. I think Randy Newman is so subtle, even smart people often miss a lot. This is from a song called Rednecks:
We’re rednecks, we’re rednecks
And we don’t know our ass from a hole in the ground
We’re rednecks, we’re rednecks
And we’re keeping the niggers downNow your northern nigger’s a negro
You see he’s got his dignity
Down here we’re too ignorant to realize
That the North has set the nigger free
Now *that* is on the nose! In fact so on the nose that it seems like it’s satirizing the satire. Indeed, the song starts:
Last night I saw Lester Maddox on a TV show
With some smart ass New York Jew
And the Jew laughed at Lester Maddox
And the audience laughed at Lester Maddox too
Well he may be a fool but he’s our fool
If they think they’re better than him they’re wrong
So I went to the park and I took some paper along
And that’s where I made this song
So the rest of the song is explicitly in the character of this second songwriter:
We talk real funny down here
We drink too much and we laugh too loud
We’re too dumb to make it in no Northern town
And we’re keepin’ the niggers down
The song is in fact a take on smug liberal attitudes from the opposite point of view. So is Newman making fun of it or not? Well, you can be pretty sure he’s not in favour of racial segregation or opposed to the civil rights movement. But when the Southern man says:
[…] the North has set the nigger free
Yes he’s free to be put in a cage
In Harlem in New York City
And he’s free to be put in a cage on the South-Side of Chicago
And the West-Side
And he’s free to be put in a cage in Hough in Cleveland
And he’s free to be put in a cage in East St. Louis
And he’s free to be put in a cage in Fillmore in San Francisco
And he’s free to be put in a cage in Roxbury in Boston
I think Newman is genuinely allowing his Southern character to put a strong foot forwards and allowing his point that the liberal north hasn’t really solved the black man’s problems either, and that some of its moral superiority is unwarranted. Also, he allows his Southern character to effectively be self-deprecating, *in character*:
We got no-necked oilmen from Texas
And good ol’ boys from Tennessee
And college men from LSU
Went in dumb, come out dumb too
Hustlin’ ’round Atlanta in their alligator shoes
Gettin’ drunk every weekend at the barbecues
And they’re keepin’ the niggers down
I think this shows that the Southern character who is the voice of the song *does* admit that the South is backward and racist, while simultaneously claiming that it is misunderstood and blamed for everything. It’s really quite a deep setup, and of course Randy Newman himself *is* a “New York Jew” (though not really, he’s from New Orleans and Los Angeles, and not observant; supposedly when turned away from the country club where he was supposed to go on a date, he had to ask his father what a Jew was).
Here’s another one, called Christmas in Cape Town:
This English girl from the North somewhere
Is stayin’ with me at my place
Drinkin’ up all my beer
Talkin’ about the poor niggers all the time
It’s a real disgrace, she says
I tell her, Darling, don’t talk about things
You don’t understand
I tell her, Darling, don’t talk about something
You don’t know anything about
I tell her, Darling, if you don’t like it here
Go back to your own miserable countryYou know my little brother, babe
Well, he works out at the diamond mine
I drove him out there at five this mornin’
The niggers were waitin’ in a big long line
You know those big old lunch pails they carry, man
With a picture of Star Wars painted on the side
They were starin’ at us real hard with
Their big ugly yellow eyes
You could feel it
You could feel itIt’s Christmas in Cape Town but it ain’t the same
The stores are open all the time
And little kids on skateboards cut in and out of the crowd
And the Christmas lights still shine
Myself, I don’t like to drink the way
I used to, man, you know
It don’t seem to get me high
And the beer don’t taste the way it
Ought to taste somehow
And I don’t know whyDon’t talk to me about the planes
Man, I’ve heard it
Just take a look around
What are we gonna do, blow up
The whole damn country?
Again, it’s not like he’s in favour of Apartheid, and this isn’t the sort of intelligent satirizing storyteller from Rednecks, but it is a genuine character. This is not a straight in-your-face moralization about the end of Apartheid. It’s about a character, not a hate figure, but an ordinary dumbass with relatable feelings.
And while he was in some sense on the opposite side ideologically from this character, I suspect Newman probably did think that people really didn’t understand what they were talking about when talking about South Africa, himself included. And he let this outgroup member say so. I really like that. And of course, the reality has turned out to be more complicated and depressing than newspapers at the time were probably expecting.
These are one idiosyncratic type of Randy Newman song. Here’s another, of an unsympathetic character laying down his flaws in such an endearing way that it’s hard not to go along with it to some extent. From It’s Money That I Love:
I don’t love the mountains
I don’t love the sea
I don’t love Jesus
He never done a thing for me
I ain’t pretty like my sister
Or smart like my dad
Or good like my mamaIt’s money that I love
It’s money that I loveThey say that money
Can’t buy love in this world
But it’ll get you a half-pound of cocaine
And a sixteen-year-old girl
And a great big long limousine
On a hot September night
Now that may not be love but it is all right[…]
Used to worry about the poor
But I don’t worry anymore
Used to worry about the black man
Now, I don’t worry about the black man
Used to worry
‘Bout the starving children of India
You know what I say now about the starving children of India
I say, oh mama
It would be easy to listen to just part of the song and figure it as the character assassination of people who only care about money. But really it’s someone who’s laying down his shortcomings, his feelings of inadequacy and his self-awareness in going for “now that may not be love but it is all right”. You can’t condone it, but you can’t feel superior over it either. I’m so moved by this poor guy’s story that when I listen to that song and hear the part about a half-pound of cocaine and a sixteen-year-old girl, I’m going “Hell yeah that’s all right!” just in support of him. (Note: I have never used cocaine.)
Somehow he sells just about any character so well you can’t really truly see them just from the outside, as a clown or a villain. Even this violent homophobe who meets with an absurd transformation, in Half a Man:
This big old queen was standing
On the corner of the street
He waved his hanky at me
As I went rolling byI pulled the truck up on the sidewalk
And I climbed down from the cab
With my tire-chain and my knifeAs I approached him
He was trembling like a bird
I raised the chain above my head
He said, “Please, before you kill me
Might I have one final word?”And this is what he said:
“I am but half a man, half a man
I’d like to be a dancer
But I’m much too large
Half a man, half a man
An object for your pity, not your rage”Oh, the strangest feeling’s sweeping over me
Both my speech and manner have become much more refined
I said, “Oh, what is this feeling?
What is wrong with me?”
She said, “Girl, it happens all the time”Now you are half a man,
Half a man
Look, you’re walking and you’re talking like a fag!”
Half a man,
I am half a man
Holy Jesus, what a drag
I don’t really even know what to make of that song. It’s closer to the absurd writing of Daniil Harms than anything else. But who else is going to write a song about an intended anti-gay murder where the murderer gets infected by homosexuality and you can’t really figure out what it’s all supposed to mean? Whatever it is, it’s not obvious satire.
There’s another fairly well known Newman song, You Can Leave Your Hat On, which paints a picture of a dirty old man:
Baby take off your coat (real slow)
Baby take off your shoes
(Here I’ll take your shoes)
Baby take off your dress
Yes yes yes
You can leave your hat onGo on over there
And turn on the light
No all the lights
Come back here
Stand on this chair, that’s right
Raise your arms up in to the air
Shake ’em
But the delivery, if not the words, of the last verse must leave everyone siding with the dirty old man:
Suspicious minds are talking
Trying to tear us apart
They say that my love is wrong
They don’t know what love is
They don’t know what love is
They don’t know what love is
They don’t know what love is
I know what love is
And what about those obvious songs I started with, Political Science and Short People? In the middle of Short People, there’s this bridge verse:
Short people are just the same
As you and I
(A fool such as I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(It’s a wonderful world)
Sung by a we-are-the-world choir together with Newman. Is that then supposed to be satire too? It certainly doesn’t seem like a genuine message either. Is it an attempt of the in-song character to make fun of we-are-the-worldism? I don’t really know. Even that song is a bit puzzling the more you think about it.
The children inside people
Posted by – June 17, 2017
The biggest change from having children has been that I see the children inside grown up people now. I can see the impulsive emotions that drive things much more. Before, I could only really see my own emotions clearly, and I was able to justify my behaviour because it was the understandable outcome of my emotions. To exaggerate, everyone else seemed to be robots, and I would get upset when they seemed to be doing the wrong thing. Now everyone just looks like a bundle of emotions, and I can’t really blame or praise anyone in a serious, fundamental way.
The intellectual life is real, but only when far removed from immediate motivations. And even then, behind it lurks emotions. Moral philosophy in particular is probably a completely nonsensical idea from the perspective of a detached, alien/divine mind.
This is kind of like discovering the “fundamental attribution error”, where you attribute the actions of other people to their character and your own actions to circumstance (in this case, your emotions), but in a more internalized way.
