(second block, fourth letter of the prisoners' quadratic tap code...)

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...am here to tap through the walls.



Fri Aug, 11 2006

Blogmark: Dykes

"Debunking Popper: A Critique of Karl Popper's Critical Rationalism", by Nicholas Dykes.

Also: "Popper and After: Four Modern Irrationalists", by D.C. Stove. Excerpt:

"First, then: if there has been a great increase in knowledge in recent centuries, then a fortiriori there sometimes are such things as positive good reasons to believe a scientific theory; but Popper says expressly, repeatedly, and emphatically, that there are not and cannot be such things. This thesis is so startlingly irrationalist that other philosophers, as Popper himself tells us, sometimes 'cannot quite bring [themselves] to believe that this is my opinion'. But it is: 'There are no such things as good positive reasons' to believe any scientific theory. 'Positive reasons are neither necessary not [sic] possible'."
I now and then have occasion to try to describe this to ordinary people not accustomed to thinking about such things. Just about invariably, it takes quite some effort to point out some of the implications, like; "This guy is essentially saying that you never, ever, know what you're talking about." The very most difficult thing about this is convincing them that it is not a joke: that there really are seriously regarded people in the world who actually believe that it's true. And look again at that last word: in this context, it's the onramp to nowhere. If it were a freeway and you could look at it from a satellite photograph, it would be a circle. You really can't even talk about it to everyday people, who do really know what they know, without them laughing in your face. (For example: out here in farm country, if you try to tell someone to imagine a universe in which his arm will not be torn off if he gets it jammed in the power-takeoff of his tractor, he'll simply write you off as a hopless lunatic and go back to work.) Thus, my comment at the bottom of this post, nevermind this post of my own. Is it any wonder that some people sneer at philosophy as they do?
"Balko's dissent was philosophical..."

"Jim Henley at Unqualified Offerings opposed the war on philosophical reasons, not substantive ones."
(Dale Franks.)
"I don’t respond well to political evangelizing, and I don’t get involved in elliptical, obscure political arguments about minor, and largely irrelevant points."
(Kim du Toit)

My largest point, simply stated, is that philosophy is not a game. It is not a disposable luxury. And as long as it is the province of nonsense, the disintegration of thought is the single largest problem that we face in The Endarkenment. It is The Endarkenment.

AxeBites

Various guitars I see floating by, mostly Gibson and mostly eBay.


Early Norlin ES-335 -- 1970, in Walnut ("ES-335TDW"). This is a period-piece look and feel, and arguably the sound as well but that's to cut things very finely. A "classic" 335 would be the original of 1958 in the Sunburst or Natural finish, or the Cherry Red of 1959; the Walnut of 1970 (second year of that finish offering) is not really a "classic" 335. In the history of the Gibson aesthetic, this is analogous to, say, vertically-striped polyester bell-bottoms or Bahama Blue shag carpeting. None of this is to say that they're not cool guitars, and this is a nice one. Excellent photographs.

Chrome hardware, featuring the trapeze tailpiece (like my L-47 and I've always liked it) and ABR-1 bridge with period-typical nylon saddles. Bound rosewood fretboard, with small block markers, and then the crown inlay at the machine head. These would be the T-top Humbuckers. Vintage Nazis would moan that the upper bouts are pointy (the body templates were wearing-out in the factory) and the fourteen-degree machine head with the volute signals a sometimes not-fun era of the line, but these things really do rock or moan or whatever you want a 335-type semi-hollow to do. ...which, of course, is because it really is a 335.


In the months since I've let AxeBites languish all to bleedin' hell, Gibson's Robot Guitar technology has sifted out to other models than the original Les Paul application. I don't know how it's going: I still haven't even seen one of these self-tuners. I don't see piles of them burning on the sides of the highway, nor reverent hangings in display cases over bars, so who knows? This 2008 Robot SG is ready to rock in the Metallic Red. Nickel hardware; it's the stoptail wired for data to send to the tuners, with dual Humbuckers. It's a bound rosewood fretboard, but I really like the single-bound machine head with the crown inlay. That's a real cool old-school look, right there, to set off that crazy-ass color. {nod}