
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Why ... do we think the way we do?

Remember back in early 2008 ... the news was that in a poll of 3,000 British teenagers, almost one fourth thought Winston Churchill was a fictional character ... actually 23% ... same as Florence Nightingale.
However, they both had to take back seats to King Richard I. Almost half ... 47% thought "Richard the Lionheart" to be a fictional character. Surely the estate of Conan Doyle designed and conducted the survey as almost 60% thought Sherlock Holmes real.
Why do we think the way we do?
I suspect that it has a bit to do with how we were taught ... at home and at school. For some time now, the emphasis in school seems to be split between making students feel good about themselves and passing some standardized tests to demonstrate they have a good grasp of the material.
Sounds good, now don't it?! The focus we had in some of my classes in high school ... and most of my math and actuarial classes in college was somewhat different. We were graded "on the curve" subject to an arbitrary minimum "raw score" for passing.
Additionally, the tests were designed so that achieving a perfect score (100%) under test conditions was impossible! The purpose being to allow the teachers to properly graduate the students. Of course, these days it's the kids who do the graduating. "I graduated High School" or "I graduated College" is what you hear from them ... and it shows!
Winston Churchill was a fictional character ... bah humbug!
At some time during my hour of strutting and fretting upon the stage, I reached the conclusion that we all share something in common other than being allotted but an hour ... not sure exactly when but probably somewhere in the first 10 minutes, for I remember it was a long time ago.
Well, to be fair, it was more of a sudden awareness of what I then thought to be a simple truth than it was a conclusion ... that "we all believe that we're right!"
Well, I'm no longer sure that it is a simple truth ... but I do still believe it to be a truth, sorta ... we all believe that we're right or that we don't know ... except on those rare occasions when we believe we're wrong.
While I was in the process of trying to become semi-educated, I was frequently required to take tests ... many was the time when I believed that an answer I had given was wrong, and that belief was usually proven correct ... but not always.
I remember once giving up in frustration and responding that I couldn't solve the problem ... to my surprise, I got full marks as the problem turned out to be a classical "unsolvable" that the professor included, for reasons never revealed. Better lucky than good, I took it!
Sometimes you're wrong when you're right. On another of his tests, I remember getting my paper back with one problem having the notation "excellent approach, technique, execution - a perfect solution!" ... but receiving zero credit and "Read The Problem!!" written repeatedly in huge red letters across the entire two page solution. The test question had something to do with the problem, but wasn't asking for its solution.
Believing that you're wrong gets kinda confusing for if you're right you're wrong and if you're wrong you're right!
However, in usual context, we don't believe we're wrong ... to so do is nonsense and just doesn't compute. Indeed, if we conclude we're wrong, we change our minds and positions so as to believe that we're right. Another thing we all share in common is sometimes being wrong when we think we're right!
All this may sound like nonsense too ... but that awareness served me rather well.
I guess it was another way of telling me that if I knew "why" the other fellow believed as he did, I would have a better chance of changing his mind ... or mine.
Frank and Winnie were like that, methinks ... oft was the time when they disagreed ... they didn't always think alike but they knew how the other thought.
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We thought it might be good to tell folks a bit about the old barbershop, its history and its barbers ... somehow I got elected ... that's another way of saying that the Southern Jackass is a whole bunch bigger than me!Miss Carol says I'm an old rambling wreck from Georgia Tech ... and all four are true, but I ain't no engineer! It ain't by intent that I ramble but as you'll see, it takes me four pages to write what others do in less than one ... advance sincere apologies!
If you've read our story then 

That's right, Plato's Place was a barbering school ... that's why some folks called it
Yes, I misuse and abuse this language I love ... 
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Nobody knows what Jimmy really looks like, at least until now ... he can say more with a couple of words and a picture than most of us can in two or three pages ... you'll find proof positive on the walls of the Shop and his frequent comments!
There you'll also find his ward and our favorite columnist,
In the Shop, I talk a lot about mirrors and self-portraits ... the perception that others have is one thing, how we see ourselves is another. The notion of mirrors and self-portraits ... seemed rather easy to grasp ... but, when you try to grab hold of it, things just ain't as simple as they might seem, ... danged if some self-portraits aren't almost photographic in their reproduction while some mirrors give distorted renderings of reality. It's not enough to just use any old mirrors for reflection ... they must be of the right stuff and kind.
I talk a lot about things of which I know nothing too, but if I didn't, I wouldn't have anything to say ... it's another thing that differentiates SJA and JJS from most methinks ...
SJA's ability to reflect and look deep down inside ... and to be honest with himself ... is rare ... at least my experience has been that most either cannot or are unwilling to so do ... it is not just coincidence or happenstance that 
Mother knew Polonius ... and agreed with him too ... though she would loan anyone in need anything she had, without expectation of it being returned, including money. Like Houseman's wisdom ... Mama's words weren't truly appreciated until long after they were received .. though they were the topic of frequent discussion ...
Being true to yourself ... knowing yourself .. the individual behind the many masks ... it's a rare gift, perhaps the rarest of all .. the trick methinks, is knowing how to use it ...
Knowing who and what we are ... recognizing our limitations ... shortcomings ... and weaknesses ... that's power that the majority of humanity does not possess. Unfortunately, those few so gifted frequently turn it into a liability rather than an asset. They allow the realization of their limitations ... shortcomings ... weaknesses ... and past failures or rejections to give them fear of failure rather than confidence in success as it should ... and when adversity is encountered, they see history repeating itself ... oftentimes giving up in frustration rather than defining and addressing the problems ...
Those who confuse self-portraits with mirrors admire themselves and blindly go forth with total confidence, for they believe they possess all the answers, usually surrounding themselves with non-threatening, kindred spirits ... they are the truly enlightened! ...
Say it ain't so Joe! ...
and if you can't think geometrically, that's okay ... the three of us can't cut hair neither, were it not for them bowls, but as you can see ... it was that or jail for Jimmy, SJA and me!
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1 comments:
The new Sherlock Holmes movie is arousing interest of increased tourism in London. Especially, since a number of folks think the great sleuth was real and you can see where he lived on Baker Street. Yes, you can see many places out of Doyle's books.
So now is the time to go, if you can.
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