Gonna describe two experiences I have because typical-mind fallacy and I'm not sure if either is universal:
a. Sometimes when thinking/doing an inner monologue, I notice myself mouthing along to the words, or more often very slight tongue movements corresponding to saying the words aloud. This suggests that "inner monologue" is a thing running parallel to talking and that thinking is to some extent just talking with the verbalizations suppressed.
b. That vanilla inner monologue is the sole inner voice that seems to be possible for me: for example I can't think in the comforting voice of Morgan Freeman. This suggests it's difficult-to-impossible for me to conduct inner dialogues or model what another person would say purely inside my head.
Does this match up with your own experience on any or all points? Particularly interested in people who primarily think visually (which I find nearly impossible) or who do conduct inner dialogues.
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Anthony Braxton / James Fei — Duet (Other Minds)
Duet (Other Minds) 2021 by Anthony Braxton and James Fei
Lurching starts and sudden halts — 2021 was the kind of year that could strip your transmission. The advent of a vaccine for COVID-19 made it look like things might go back to some sort of normal. The virus’s adroit pivot to a weaker, but more infectious variant, and humanity’s disinclination to let a moderately effective intervention do what it could, were enough to make anyone feel like saying, fuck it. But Anthony Braxton wears glasses that are tinted with a color that has no name, but is described by philosophers as “far brighter than seems possible, and better than we deserve.” Some guys in their mid-70s might have spent the fall of 2021 laying low. He spent it shuttling between gigs on a couple of continents in order to introduce a new musical system called “Loraine.”
I got to seen one such introductory concert at Skanu Mezs, a festival in Riga, Latvia. He, accordionist/singer Adam Matlock, and trumpeter Susana Santos Silva tore through intricate, converging figures at a daunting path, flipping madly through their respective scores while their instrumental voices forged through a flickering mist of electric sound. The next day, I got to sit in while Matlock taught a class at the local conservatory. A veteran of Braxton’s ZIM system, he described the task of navigating Braxton’s incredibly dense scores, with the composer joshingly admonishing musicians that if they play everything on the page, he’ll fine them $1000. The musician’s task, it seems, is to find a way through score, gleaning from it a passage that worked with what every other musician around them played. They improvised by navigating written material, rather than elaborating upon it.
The next week, Braxton played at another festival, Other Minds in San Francisco. His accompanist this time was James Fei, an associate since 1996. Each brought several saxophones — Braxton played sopranino, soprano and alto, and Fei played sopranino, alto and baritone saxophones — and a laptop operated by Braxton managed a program that generated long, glassy tones in response to what they played. They performed a new piece, Composition No. 429, which introduces the Loraine system to Braxton’s discography. One doesn’t need to know about all that novelty to be impressed; the experience of two masters executing precision maneuvers in close formation, then diverging, then pulling up close again, for nearly three quarters of an hours does that. Despite the pace, their progress through the piece is quite methodical, as they address passages of long tones, zig-zag melodies and prescribed attacks that range from pure tones to vocalized gargles. Phrases recur, signaling changes in approach. In one way, the music feels like it looks backward as well as forward, since the Braxton’s angular forms feel similar to music that he and Roscoe Mitchell each played during the 1960s and 1970s.
While the music’s form is rigorous, its execution is a blast to hear. It’s rather like witnessing a couple of barnstormers doing barrel rolls and buzzing pastures with their biplanes, then pulling up their noses to punch through a halo of electronic sound. Don’t say fuck it, this music seems to say. Instead, aim high, and see how far into the atmosphere a motivated human can fly.
Bill Meyer
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Sciences from zoology to astrobiology, computer science to neuroscience, are seeking to understand minds in their own distinct disciplinary realms. Taking a uniquely broad view of minds and where to find them—including in plants, aliens, and God—Philip Ball pulls the pieces together to explore what sorts of minds we might expect to find in the universe. In so doing, he offers for the first time a unified way of thinking about what minds are and what they can do, by locating them in what he calls the “space of possible minds.” By identifying and mapping out properties of mind without prioritizing the human, Ball sheds new light on a host of fascinating questions: What moral rights should we afford animals, and can we understand their thoughts? Should we worry that AI is going to take over society? If there are intelligent aliens out there, how could we communicate with them? Should we? Understanding the space of possible minds also reveals ways of making advances in understanding some of the most challenging questions in contemporary science: What is thought? What is consciousness? And what (if anything) is free will?
Informed by conversations with leading researchers, Ball’s brilliant survey of current views about the nature and existence of minds is more mind-expanding than we could imagine. In this fascinating panorama of other minds, we come to better know our own.
https://press.uchicago.edu/ucp/books/book/chicago/B/bo180760293.html
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i was cuddling with my boyfriend last night when his shoulder started tensing up (like he was readjusting or gently pushing me off) and when i asked him if he was okay or needed me to move or something he went “no you’re fine, i was just imagining myself pulling a large rope. i didn’t even realize my shoulder was doing that lmao” then refused to elaborate and i have never been as attracted to him as i was in that moment.
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divorced couple energy ship will always be immaculate to me. we hate each other. we've seen each other naked. I know how you take your morning coffee. I will never make you your morning coffee again. get it yourself. here you go, I gave it to you anyway. you disgust me. I will always be somewhat in love with you. I will be yours forever. you're not mine anymore. you will always be mine. fuck you. let's fuck, for old time's sake. did you steal my cd? no, no. keep it.
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Star Trek makes me soooo crazy cuz you got Picard saying things like "It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose."
And Data saying things like "I would gladly risk feeling bad at times, if it also meant that I could taste my dessert."
And Bashir saying things like “You can't go through life trying to avoid getting a broken heart. If you do, it'll break from loneliness anyway."
And Odo sayings things like "It has been my observation that one of the prices of giving people freedom of choice is that sometimes they make the wrong choice."
And I’m just supposed to be normal about it???
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My Brain...takes a big swing
A journey to the source of #consciusness and the #hobby corner
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The Hidden Spring: a journey to the source of consciousness
An overview of brain structure at a large scale, highlighting the midbrain. From Wikimedia.
The Hidden Spring, an ambitious book by Mark Solms, wants to sell you on two things. First, that it has the outlines of a theory of consciousness. Second, that other theories – on multiple counts – are looking for it in the wrong…
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