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Happy happy, joy joy

I trained down from LA to San Diego yesterday, and took the opportunity to listen to a podcast of this Ted Talk about what makes people happy. Dan Gilbert, the speaker, starts out with an interesting statistic: a year after the event that changed their lives, lotto winners and paraplegics report equal levels of happiness. He argues that this is about context. Paraplegics come to accept their condition, and take joys in the pleasures still available despite their condition. Lotto winners adjust to a new, expanded framework of what is possible, and thus buying a Maserati doesn’t deliver the same pleasure as it would have when they were earning $50,000 a year.

This ties in with some similar thoughts I’ve read in regards to happiness related to income levels. In a book (quoted at the link), Dan Gilbert addresses the topic.

Economists and psychologists have spent decades studying the relation between wealth and happiness, and they have generally concluded that wealth increases human happiness when it lifts people out of abject poverty and into the middle class but that it does little to increase happiness thereafter. Americans who earn $50,000 per year are much happier than those who earn $10,000 per year, but Americans who earn $5 million per year are not much happier than those who earn $100,000 per year.

This would seem to be something of a political double edged sword. On one hand, it seems that income disparity — a big target of the left — is not really the cause of unhappiness, it’s poverty. If you get people’s basic needs met, they don’t need much else. On the other hand, the entrepreneurial spirit, so touted by conservatives, doesn’t seem to pay off. Working that extra 40 hours a week won’t make you much happier.

Of course, this is a topic full of uncertainty. There are many other economists quoted at the link who disagree with these assertions. On top of that, you have to wonder how many people answer the question “how happy are you?” honestly. And, do people even really know how happy they are? If you’re happy because you’re swallowing Prozac or shooting heroin once a day, does that really count?

More Sex at Dawn

I continue reading “Sex at Dawn – the Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality.” I just finished several chapters which document the relatively peaceful and stress-free existence of the hunter/foragers who populated the earth before the transition to agriculture. Food was plentiful, the social hierarchy was flat and for the most part these people just lay around all day. It sounds pretty nice, and you find yourself thinking, “Why don’t I live this way?” (Ignoring the fact that it would be near impossible in the modern age with property ownership and rule of law etc.)

But then I think of the benefits of the modern era: culture, music, film, art, science, great literature like The Three Investigators detective novels. And not just the consumption of these things, but the creation of them. I like playing guitar, I like recording music, and such activities are near unheard of in primitive cultures. (Yes, they have music, but it’s… primitive.) On balance, are the stresses of modern life worth the pleasures?

Of course, I have to consider that playing guitar was one of the activities that earned me repetitive strain in my arms, a predicament that has massively fucked me, to say the least. I’m reminded of a comment Moshe Feldenkrais, the philosopher of physical movement, made. He looked at a hypothetical ballet dancer, stretching and straining to achieve the flexibility necessary for her art, and he asked, “Why would you even want to do that? Why would you mutate your body so?” He found the idea of pushing or twisting your body for the demands of an art form ridiculous. Such a comment strikes at the very heart of my personal beliefs — I’m pro-suffering for art — but it’s also so shockingly contrarian I have to suppress a chuckle.

I then ask, “Why play the guitar?” I’ve grappled with that endlessly, many times in this blog, and while I think part of it is a genuine love of music, there’s no doubt it also grants me a certain status in the various social groups I come into contact with. (“You play guitar?” nubile teenage nymphs often ask me before absconding with their clothing.) So, if I’m playing for status, and primitive cultures are relatively status free, it would follow I would have no need of playing guitar if I lived in such a culture.

I dunno… it’s all very confusing.

Is not being funny a neurological disorder (requiring a radical frontal lobotomy?)

I mentioned that I’ve been doing a lot of open mics. I’ve also noted that the musical talent on display at these open mics tends to be middling; most people are average, a few people are exceptionally good (like myself), a few exceptionally bad. Every so often you get a comedian. The comedians at open mic are almost universally awful. And not just bad in that they might be nervous, or mess up their jokes, but their core material just isn’t funny. And it’s obvious that these “comics” don’t know that they aren’t funny. They tell a bad joke and are baffled that the audience isn’t rolling in the aisles.

This condition, this not knowing that they aren’t funny, reminds me of a neurological condition called anosognosia. People suffering from this condition are unaware that they possess a disability. For example, someone has a stroke and loses use of the left arm, but because the stroke also affects the brain in such a way as to cause anosognosia, the person essentially refuses to admit that they have lost use of their arm.

Of course, an arm disability is an obvious condition. Provided we’re mentally competent, we all recognize it in other people. A lack of a sense of humor is a more vague, a bit harder to recognize. I often note that these unfunny people make statements that sound like jokes, but in some ethereal way just aren’t. I’m reminded in one particularly awful comedian I saw recently. After wasting five minutes with various statements that garnered no laughs, he switched gears. “I’m gay,” he announced. This is interesting I thought to myself. The comedian, an overweight, casually dressed guy in his 50s, certainly didn’t seem gay. Perhaps he was going to use his experiences as a slovenly gay man — a contradictory character if I’ve ever heard of one — to his humorous advantage.

Nope, it turned out that was the joke. Since he obviously wasn’t gay, he thought it would be funny to announce otherwise. You could hear the audience’s collective inner groan.

So what makes jokes funny? That’s obviously a gigantic and long discussed topic, but I think we would agree there’s an element of abstract thought involved. Good comedians see tangential connections between disparate topics, or see things that look like connections but ultimately really aren’t. (A lot of humorous wordplay is based on this. If I say “lube on the boob sets the mood,” it seems funny, whereas if I say, “a good way to initiate sexual intimacy is by applying lotion to a woman’s breasts,” it does not. Rhyming implies a connection between the words.) We also know that there are parts of the brain involved in abstract thinking. Is it possible that in the case of these unfunny comedians, that part of the brain is damaged or debilitated?

But there’s another possible analysis of all this. I’ve long considered myself to be undeniably funny, and presumed that anyone who didn’t laugh at my humor was a moron. This implies a kind of absolutist view of humor — some jokes (mine) are funny, and others aren’t. But, I’ve recently been arguing that appreciation of music is subjective. A Pakistani man might not enjoy Ozzy Osbourne, not because it’s bad music (it rocks!) but because he doesn’t have the proper cultural and musical context to understand it. Citizens of the Western world hear the build up to a guitar solo and think, “Here comes the awesome guitar solo.” A Pakistani man hears it and thinks, “What’s happening now? It sounds like someone’s playing some strange distorted melodic instrument? I don’t get it.” (I’m probably presuming the average Pakistani is more illiterate about Western music than he actually is. Substitute “Martian” for “Pakistani” above.)

It’s possible humor is just as subjective. It’s possible that the right kind of crowd might have thought the “I’m gay,” comment was hilarious*, and maybe there’s nothing neurologically wrong with the joke teller. I think the only way we can determine an answer is by randomly applying massive doses of electroshock therapy to various unfunny people (I can provide a list) and seeing what happens. (I know, I know: in the title I recommended a frontal lobotomy. I’m allowed to change my mind.)

* I would presume that the reason the “I’m gay” joke failed with me was entirely because of cultural context. I’m sophisticated and metropolitan enough to know that there are gay people who don’t fit the gay stereotype — the two fat dudes on “The Sarah Silverman Show” for example. The joke teller might have led such a sheltered life that he thought all gays had to fit the annoying, hyper-femme twink stereotype, to which he obviously didn’t belong.

We are all monkeys now

A while back, I wrote a piece on the concept of social currency — the idea that all human interactions can be thought of as a form of bartering. For example, we never do someone a favor without expecting a favor of equal value in return. (You can come up with some exceptions: say, caring for a person on their deathbed. But I would argue we presume that, by caring for the dying, someone will do the same for us at our time. The person we do the favor for doesn’t necessarily need to be the person who returns the favor.)

Ultimately, I think we want to use this social currency to “buy” our way up the social ladder. If we can’t actually be the top dog, we want to get as close to the top as possible. What is the top? In human society, it’s the King, the president, the famous movie star, various celebrities etc. But there are also more localized versions of “the top.” In your neighborhood, it’s the neighbors that have the best party. In your circle of friends, it’s the person everyone always wants to hang out with.

I’ve been thinking about this subject, particularly trying to come up with the reasons why we want to get to the top. What do we get out of our associations with people at the top? It’s worth noting that people at the top are often fairly uninteresting, if not complete idiots. They don’t want to perform any action or express any opinion too controversial, lest it shake their hold on power. Yet many of us eagerly attempt to secure access to these people so that we may have mind numbingly bland conversations about meaningless topics.

I believe the answer to this question comes down to a fundamental truth: we are monkeys. We live by the same rules all primates do. We want to ensure our personal survival (natural selection) and the survival of our DNA (sexual selection.) If we “party with the stars” we get to advertise ourselves sexually to a large pool of potential partners. We also advertise ourselves to potential customers/employers etc. — people who can help ensure our physical survival by providing money for food and rent.

Now, these reasons make sense from a biological perspective — we are responding to the innate demands of our DNA. But they aren’t really logical reasons. I find myself wondering if it’s worth consciously overriding these demands, effectively saying “I won’t hang out with banal morons and waste my time on the social circuit.” It’s hard to do, since you’re effectively saying, “I will rarely get laid and remain under employed” but I’m teased by the amount of free time it would open up. (I should clarify here: since moving to San Diego I don’t do much socialization anyway, so I’m already living this way. I guess the question is whether I should continue to do so.)

Related to all this is the character archetype of the comedian or truth teller. I’m thinking about people like Truman Capote, perhaps Lenny Bruce though I think he’s overrated, George Carlin etc. These people seem to make their way to the top by not being bound to the social conventions of polite society. They also, however, tend to be alcoholics or drug addicts.

Take my life, please

A letter to the editor in today’s LA Times hits on a few points I’ve been thinking about.

What is the point of a 75-year-old taking cholesterol meds, restricting her diet, and taking more meds to counteract side effects and unintended consequences instead of enjoying whatever food she likes? What is the point of hooking up an 80-year-old patient to life support when he has suffered a massive stroke and has multiple organ failure? Isn’t it better to enjoy your days and to slide away in comfort and dignity?

If we return to the thinking of ancient man that still exists in much of the world — that death is a natural part of life — then end-of-life costs will plummet.

I agree with much of what this person is saying. We’ve developed this notion that life is priceless, and that creates innumerable moral and economic issues when forced up against the fact that in modern medical care everything has a price. Maybe we, as individuals and societies, ought to ask ourselves some hard questions. Is life really that great? And if we decide it’s not priceless, what price do we apply?

I find, as the years go by, and I deal with more and more of the bullshit life throws at you, I am less enamored of life. I’m not about to put a gun to my head, mind you, but I can certainly see getting to the age of 85 and saying, “That’s it, I’m out of here.” And I’d be quite happy to negotiate that into a health insurance contract where I would say something like, “I give you permission to stop throwing money at my medical issues after $1 million (adjusted for inflation) and consequently you, the insurance company, set my rates appropriately lower.”

But I’m not quite as starry eyed as this letter writer seems to be about death and nature. Dying naturally seldom involves comfortably sliding away with dignity. It’s more about screaming in pain and shitting your pants. I’ve long argued that man was quite right to try and escape the confines of nature, but that doesn’t mean we need to romanticize life into something it’s not. History has cruelly chosen not to name the great philosopher who once sagely noted, “Life’s a bitch. And then you die.”

Strings attached

One of the more interesting topics in moral philosophy is that of altruism. Can people selflessly give to other people with no expectation of any gifts in return? Being that I believe the world to be a cold, dark place and mankind only motivated by base selfish interests, I suspect the answer is no.

Jonah Lehrer, the neuroscience writer, has a recent book called “How We Decide,” and he describes some experiments related to this topic. One experiment is called the dictator game and involves two participants. One participant is given $10 and is told he can give as much or as little to the other participant as he desires. The other participant can choose to accept the amount, or refuse it, in which case neither participant gets any money. Now, logically speaking, the person with the money ought to be able to get away with offering something low, like $.10, since, from the perspective of the other person, $.10 is better than nothing. But when such lowball offers are made, the other participant usually refuses the offer, thus denying money to either player. More interesting is the fact that is that most players in possession of the original $10 offer something in the range of three or four dollars — they anticipate that the other person will reject anything lower.

So why does the second player reject lowball offers? I think most of us have a sense that there’s something “insulting” about tiny offers. But, again, that’s not really rational — it’s all just free money, who cares what the other guy’s getting? My belief here is that we implicitly understand that any gift comes with strings attached. We presume that at some point in the future, the giver is going to want something in return. If we’re going to expose ourselves to this risk, we want more than $.10.

There’s a couple of related points to this experiment. Autistic players, who have limited empathy, only offer lowball gifts and become frustrated when the gifts are not accepted. They are playing the game purely from a rational viewpoint and can’t foresee the other player being insulted by the offer. Also interesting: when the game involves only one human participant as the owner of the $10 against a computer, the humans also lowball their gift. We understand that a computer has no emotional life and will not be insulted.

“Maybe we’re not the one driving the boat”

So, I was just thinking over the past couple days about how many of the discoveries of modern neuroscience seem to attack the precepts of autonomy and free will. Then I wandered over to reason.com and discovered an interview with a neuroscientist who specializes in the law, sharing his views on this very topic. A couple interesting points…

* He argues that neuroscience can actually help people gain autonomy by engaging in therapies that can fix impulse control, something criminals are famously short on. The exact nature of these “therapies” is not discussed.

* He comments on something that’s already happening, the idea of basing sentences on a person’s brain state. If they have a diseased brain that will likely reoffend, give them longer sentences etc.

* When asked whether modern neuroscience challenges libertarian ideas of autonomy, the answer is an unqualified yes. “You are your biology.”

Of course, at some point he argues that all this doesn’t excuse criminal behavior. Er, sorry, yes it does.

The comments section has some interesting discussion of the nature free will.

No love for atheists?

There’s a number of interesting reader comments over at Andrew Sullivan’s site in regards to the topic of atheism. This one caught my attention.

People aren’t worried about proselytizing, they’re worried about amorality. Those without faith are assumed to be amoral. Coming out as an atheist is a bit like revealing to many communities that you’re a sociopath – it’s done with great care if you don’t wish to be ostracized.

Of course, I’ve long argued (as an atheist and possibly as a sociopath) that atheism is amoral. When you remove God as the cosmic judge, who determines what’s wrong or what’s right?

You can also argue that religious behavior itself is amoral. If you’re behaving one way or the other to avoid going to hell, that’s not moral behavior, that’s ass covering behavior.

I have to say, though, that unlike these commenters, I’ve never felt any particular ostracization because of my (lack of) religious views. I remember one guy several years ago who got pretty upset with me because I didn’t believe in intelligent design, but most people either shrug it off or basically agree with me. On the other hand, I don’t have any particular beef with religious people and unlike many of these “new atheists” I don’t think religion is the cause of all evil.

I’m just a live and let live motherfucker.