Spem In Alium (Thomas Tallis) – Tallis Scholars


Spem in alium nunquam habui
Praeter in te, Deus Israel
Qui irasceris et propitius eris
et omnia peccata hominum
in tribulatione dimittis
Domine Deus
Creator caeli et terrae
respice humilitatem nostram.

(I have never put my hope in any other
but in You, O God of Israel
who can show both anger and graciousness,
and who absolves all the sins
of suffering man
Lord God,
Creator of Heaven and Earth
be mindful of our lowliness.)

Book: “Thinking, Fast and Slow” by Daniel Kahneman

In the international bestseller, Thinking, Fast and Slow, Daniel Kahneman, the renowned psychologist and winner of the Nobel Prize in Economics, takes us on a groundbreaking tour of the mind and explains the two systems that drive the way we think. System 1 is fast, intuitive, and emotional; System 2 is slower, more deliberative, and more logical. The impact of overconfidence on corporate strategies, the difficulties of predicting what will make us happy in the future, the profound effect of cognitive biases on everything from playing the stock market to planning our next vacation―each of these can be understood only by knowing how the two systems shape our judgments and decisions.

Engaging the reader in a lively conversation about how we think, Kahneman reveals where we can and cannot trust our intuitions and how we can tap into the benefits of slow thinking. He offers practical and enlightening insights into how choices are made in both our business and our personal lives―and how we can use different techniques to guard against the mental glitches that often get us into trouble. Winner of the National Academy of Sciences Best Book Award and the Los Angeles Times Book Prize and selected by The New York Times Book Review as one of the ten best books of 2011, Thinking, Fast and Slow is destined to be a classic.

(amazon.com)

Bird Wouldn’t Have Landed On Ledge If It Had Known Everyone Would Make It Into Whole Big Thing (theonion.com)

WARWICK, RI—Saying it wished it had touched down to rest its wings somewhere a bit less visible, a local bird told reporters Tuesday that it wouldn’t have landed on a ledge had it known everyone would make it into a whole big thing. “God, if I’d realized all these people would lose their goddamn minds, I never would have done it,” said the eastern bluebird, adding that there was no way it could preen its feathers in peace when it was being gawked at “like some kind of freak.” “I can’t just pretend people aren’t pressing their faces against the window and staring at me. Seriously, what’s the big deal? Like they’ve never seen a bluebird before?” At press time, the bluebird had discreetly perched on a tree limb high above the ground and reportedly could not believe how much attention a stupid cardinal on the ledge was getting.

Jimmy Dore on politics

I’ve got news for you.  You can’t remove yourself from politics.  Politics is life. If you’re gay and you want to marry your lover, that’s politics.  Okay?  If you get sick and you want to see a doctor without going bankrupt, that’s politics.  If you want to get a higher education so you can get a job without ending up in a mountain of debt, that’s politics.  If you want to get the pothole fixed in front of your goddamned house, that’s politics.  You want to get the snow plowed?  That’s politics.  You want to fund education?  That’s politics.  You want to stop wars?  That’s politics.  Everything’s politics.  What isn’t politics?  Every position is politics.

“The Two Friends Who Changed How We Think About How We Think” by Cass R. Sunstein and Richard Thaler

The book “The Undoing Project: A Friendship That Changed Our Minds,” by Michael Lewis, tells the story of the psychologists Amos Tversky, left, and Daniel Kahneman, right.

Photograph Courtesy Barbara Tversky

In 2003, we reviewed “Moneyball,” Michael Lewis’s book about Billy Beane and the Oakland A’s. The book, we noted, had become a sensation, despite focussing on what would seem to be the least exciting aspect of professional sports: upper management. Beane was a failed Major League Baseball player who went into the personnel side of the business and, by applying superior “metrics,” had remarkable success with a financial underdog. We loved the book—and pointed out that, unbeknownst to the author, it was really about behavioral economics, the combination of economics and psychology in which we shared a common interest, and which we had explored together with respect to public policy and law.

Why isn’t the market for baseball players “efficient”? What is the source of the biases that Beane was able to exploit? Some of the answers to these questions, we suggested, might be found by applying the insights of the Israeli psychologists Daniel Kahneman and Amos Tversky, on whose work behavioral economics greatly relies. Lewis read the review, began to take an interest in the whole topic of human rationality, and, improbably, decided to write a book about Kahneman and Tversky. He kindly even gave us credit for setting him down this path.

Though we were pleased that Lewis was taking an interest in our field, we admit to being skeptical when we heard about his book plan. Granted, Lewis has shown many times before—not only with “Moneyball” but also with “The Big Short,” his book about the real-estate market, and “Flash Boys,” which is about high-speed trading—that he can write a riveting book about an arcane subject. And we did not doubt the appeal of the book’s main characters: one of us had written several papers with Kahneman, and the other had known Kahneman and Tversky since 1977 and had collaborated with both men. (Tversky died in 1996, at the age of fifty-nine. Kahneman, now eighty-two, is blessedly still very much with us.) Both of us had been deeply influenced by their joint work on the psychology of judgment and decision-making. Still, how was Lewis going to turn a story about their lives into the kind of page-turner that he’s known for? Kahneman and Tversky were brilliant, but they did most of their work together more than thirty years ago, and they worked primarily by talking to each other, switching between English and Hebrew. Where’s the book?

Our skepticism was misplaced. The book, titled “The Undoing Project: A Friendship That Changed Our Minds,” captivated both of us, even though we thought we knew most of the story—and even though the book is just what Lewis had said it would be, a book about Amos and Danny, two men who changed how people think about how people think. Lewis accomplishes this in his usual way, by telling fascinating stories about intriguing people, and leaving readers to make their own judgments about what lessons should be learned. He provides a basic primer on the research of Kahneman and Tversky, but almost in passing; what is of interest here is the collaboration between two scientists. Having written several articles and one book together, we have firsthand experience in both the joys and struggles of getting two minds to speak with one voice, and the conflicts that can arise when one author is a fast writer and the other likes to linger over each word. And while one gleans a good deal about teamwork from the book, Lewis doesn’t spell the lessons out. Instead, the reader learns through observation, getting as close as anyone could to being in those closed rooms where the two men worked.

In 1968, Tversky and Kahneman were both rising stars in the psychology department at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem. They had little else in common. Tversky was born in Israel and had been a military hero. He had a bit of a quiet swagger (along with, incongruously, a slight lisp). He was an optimist, not only because it suited his personality but also because, as he put it, “when you are a pessimist and the bad thing happens, you live it twice. Once when you worry about it, and the second time when it happens.” A night owl, he would often schedule meetings with his graduate students at midnight, over tea, with no one around to bother them.

Tversky was a font of memorable one-liners, and he found much of life funny. He could also be sharp with critics. After a nasty academic battle with some evolutionary psychologists, he proclaimed, “Listen to evolutionary psychologists long enough, and you’ll stop believing in evolution.” When asked about artificial intelligence, Tversky replied, “We study natural stupidity.” (He did not really think that people were stupid, but the line was too good to pass up.) He also tossed off such wisdom as “The secret to doing good research is always to be a little underemployed. You waste years by not being able to waste hours.” Managers who spend most of their lives in meetings should post that thought on their office walls.

Early in his career, Tversky was a “mathematical psychologist,” which meant that he used formal models to characterize human behavior. He didn’t care for metaphors: “They replace genuine uncertainty about the world with semantic ambiguity. A metaphor is a cover-up.” He was organized and highly disciplined. His office was spotless; there was nothing on his desk except a pad, a mechanical pencil, and an eraser. (Even Tversky made mistakes.)

If there were a pad and pencil in Daniel Kahneman’s office, on the other hand, Kahneman would struggle to find them. Born in Tel Aviv when his mother was visiting family, he spent his childhood in Paris, speaking French as his first language. His father was a chemist in a cosmetics company. In 1940, the German occupation put the family at risk. Hiding in the South of France, they managed to survive (with the exception of his father, who died in 1944, from untreated diabetes). After the war, the rest of the family immigrated to Palestine.

A constant worrier, Kahneman is an early riser who often wakes up alarmed about something. He is prone to pessimism—claiming that, by expecting the worst, he is never disappointed. This pessimism extends to the expectations he has for his own research, which he likes to question: “I get a sense of movement and discovery whenever I find a flaw in my thinking.” In our own collaborations with Kahneman, we saw this close up, as he would proclaim, at what seemed to be the final stages of some joint work, that he had just discovered a fatal problem with our whole approach and that we would have to give up or start all over again. He was usually wrong about that—but sometimes he was right, and the constant worry made the work much better.

Tversky liked to say, “People are not so complicated. Relationships between people are complicated.” But then he would pause and add, “Except for Danny.” So, yes, they were different, but those who saw them together, spending endless hours just talking, knew that something special happened when they applied their two very different minds to a problem. Lewis both captures and sharpens the contrast between them, showing us why their collaboration was impossibly incongruous and yet perfectly complementary.

The names Kahneman and Tversky are now well known among social scientists, but even experts in the field will not know the story of how their collaboration began. At the beginning of their careers, they worked in different branches of psychology: Kahneman studied vision, while Tversky studied decision-making. Like much of psychology, these topics can be studied only indirectly; one can’t directly monitor what people see or think (yet). In those days, mathematical psychologists like Tversky conceived of thinking in much the same way as economists: choices were thought to be made more or less “correctly,” as people incorporate new information and make good choices for themselves. By contrast, those studying vision made much use of common mistakes such as visual illusions. (What does the fact that we see what seems to be water on a desert highway tell us about the vision system?) As Kahneman put it, “How do you understand memory? You don’t study memory. You study forgetting.”

In the spring of 1969, Kahneman invited Tversky to speak at his seminar. Tversky chose to outline some cutting-edge experiments about how people learn from new information. The experiments seemed to demonstrate that ordinary people were close to being rational; they thought like “intuitive statisticians.” Though the presentation was impressive, Kahneman thought that the experiments were, as Lewis writes, “just incredibly stupid,” and that they demonstrated no such thing. Insisting that judgments are more like sensory perceptions (and similarly prone to error), he went after Tversky hard, as people do in the best academic environments. Tversky almost never lost an argument, but he lost this one.

Very much in character, Tversky reacted to this loss by coming back for more. His friend Avishai Margalit, the distinguished Israeli philosopher, calls the session “Kahneman and Tversky’s Big Bang.” He recalls meeting an agitated Tversky, who “started by dragging me into a room. He said, ‘You won’t believe what happened to me.’ He tells me that he had given this talk and Danny had said, ‘Brilliant talk, but I don’t believe a word of it.’ ”

Before long, Kahneman and Tversky were in constant conversation. They worked intensely in a small seminar room or a coffee shop, or while taking a long walk. The sessions were private; no one else was invited to join. As they began to produce work together, each sentence would be written, rewritten, and rewritten again, with Kahneman manning the typewriter. (Tversky never did master the art of the keyboard.) On a good day, they would write a paragraph or two. Everything was produced jointly; they did not really know where one’s thought ended and the other’s began. Graduate students “now wondered how two so radically different personalities could find common ground, much less become soul mates,” Lewis writes. One reason was that “Danny was always sure he was wrong. Amos was always sure he was right.”

That actually did help. While Tversky was “the most terrifying mind most people had ever encountered,” he was uncharacteristically receptive to Kahneman’s ideas. Kahneman, for his part, found Tversky’s arrogance surprisingly liberating: “It was extremely rewarding to feel like Amos, smarter than almost everyone.” And they laughed together—a lot. As Kahneman said, “Amos was always very funny, and in his presence I became funny as well, so we spent hours of solid work in continuous amusement.”

What followed was a period of extraordinary creativity—the best and most original work that either of them had done, or would do, at any stage in his career. In the period between 1971 and 1979, they published the work that would eventually win Kahneman the Nobel Prize in Economics. (The prize would certainly have been shared with Tversky had he still been alive. Nobel Prizes are not awarded posthumously.) There were two distinct themes: judgment and decision-making. Judgment is about estimating (or guessing) magnitudes and probabilities. How likely is it that a billionaire businessman from New York with no experience in government gets elected President? Decision-making is about how we choose, especially when there is uncertainty (meaning almost all the time). What should we do now?

Kahneman and Tversky showed that, in both of these domains, human beings hardly behave as if they were trained or intuitive statisticians. Rather, their judgments and decisions deviate in identifiable ways from idealized economic models. Most of the importance of Kahneman and Tversky’s work lies in the claim that departures from perfect rationality can be anticipated and specified. In other words, errors are not only common but also predictable.

For instance: ask people what they think is the ratio of gun homicides to gun suicides in the United States. Most of them will guess that gun homicides are much more common, but the truth is that gun suicides happen about twice as often. The explanation that Kahneman and Tversky offered for this type of judgment error is based on the concept of “availability.” That is, the easier it is for us to recall instances in which something has happened, the more likely we will assume it is. This rule of thumb works pretty well most of the time, but it can lead to big mistakes when frequency and ease of recall diverge. Since gun homicides get more media coverage than gun suicides, people wrongly think they are more likely. The availability heuristic, as Kahneman and Tversky called it, leads people to both excessive fear and unjustified complacency—and it can lead governments astray as well.

The influence of their work has been immense—not only in psychology and economics, where it has become part of the normal conversation, but in every other field of social science, as well as medicine, law, and, increasingly, business and public policy. And this legacy is based on what by current standards would be considered a very small number of papers—eight, to be precise. (They went on to write more papers together in the years that followed, but the foundation was laid with those few from the nineteen-seventies.)

The low rate of output was one of their strengths, and is a direct result of their joint personality traits. Kahneman’s constant worry about how they might be wrong combined perfectly with Tversky’s mantra: “Let’s get it right.” And it takes a long time to write a paper when both authors have to agree on every word, one by one.

The Kahneman and Tversky partnership was extraordinary in terms of its scientific impact—they are the Lennon and McCartney of social science—and even now, when joint work is increasingly common in academia, enduring teams like theirs are extremely rare. In Lewis’s account, the relationship between Kahneman and Tversky was as intense as a marriage. As anyone who has been married knows, marriages can be fraught, and they sometimes dissolve entirely, rarely amicably. Tversky and Kahneman never got divorced, but they did start dating other people, and their relationship became strained.

After the two decided to leave Israel, in 1978, Tversky quickly received offers from Harvard and Stanford (where he ended up). Kahneman, who was looking for jobs jointly with his equally distinguished wife, Anne Treisman, was hired at the University of British Columbia, in Vancouver—a fine university, but lower in status than those that pursued his friend. At a relatively young age, Tversky received honorary degrees from Yale and the University of Chicago.

Although their work had been a true collaboration of equals, Tversky had unofficially been declared the star of the team, which didn’t sit well with Kahneman. Tensions were aggravated in 1984, when Tversky was given a MacArthur “genius” grant, and Kahneman wasn’t. Kahneman was not actually eligible for the award, which is given only to American citizens or residents, but not many people realized this—and, what’s more, when Kahneman moved to Berkeley, two years later, thus becoming eligible, the MacArthur Foundation still did not give him a fellowship. The incident illustrates another one of Kahneman and Tversky’s most famous concepts: loss aversion. When the MacArthur grants are awarded every year, only the most egomaniacal of us read the list and say, “Damn, I lost.” Unless, that is, your best friend wins the prize for work you did entirely together.

The two did not stop being friends, or stop talking nearly every day, or stop working on occasional projects. But once they were separated by distance, and began working with students and other co-authors, their relationship lost its ease. The way Kahneman saw it, “Amos changed. When I gave him an idea he would look for what was good in it. For what was right with it. . . . He stopped doing that.” He noted, “Something happens when you are with a woman you love. You know something happened. You know it’s not good. But you go on.” Tellingly, he added, “I wanted something from him, not from the world.” After one particularly difficult interaction, Kahneman decided, and told Tversky, that they were no longer even friends. “I sort of divorced him.” This is the kind of outburst that Kahneman typically takes back within a few days, as he did at least a dozen times when he declared that he was abandoning for good his book project, which would eventually become the mega-best-seller “Thinking, Fast and Slow.”

In the case of his breakup with Tversky, fate intervened to hasten the inevitable reversal. Only three days later, Tversky called to say that he had just been diagnosed with a malignant melanoma and that he had, at most, six months to live. As Kahneman recalled, “He was saying, ‘We’re friends, whatever you think we are.’ ”

In the remaining six months, Kahneman and Tversky worked on the introduction to an edited collection of papers related to their work, an introduction Kahneman had to finish after Tversky died. Kahneman had (of course) worried about completing this introduction alone, and Tversky had (of course) assured him that he should just trust the mental model that, by now, he surely had of Tversky’s mind. But no one has that model, alas. That is why collaborations are so special: one partner cannot simply replace the mind of the other, even after twenty-five years.

Tversky once said, “It is sometimes easier to make the world a better place than to prove you have made the world a better place.” But it is not hard to prove that Amos and Danny did so—you only have to read those papers that they published in the seventies. Or, for that matter, Lewis’s book.

  • Cass R. Sunstein is the Robert Walmsley University Professor at Harvard and the author of numerous books, including, most recently, “Impeachment: A Citizen’s Guide.”

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  • Richard Thaler is a professor at the Booth School of Business, at the University of Chicago, and the author of “Misbehaving: The Making of Behavioral Economics.”

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Those who touch our lives

“Childhood Memories”

by Tom Crowe-Garey

25 Sept. 2017 Jackson, MI ·

A friend’s post yesterday captured my attention. She told of a childhood story that shaped her frame of mind and an implied empathy for humankind in general.

Although short, it was compelling enough to invoke childhood memories of my own. My 3rd grade teacher Mrs. Hester telling us how her family had to enter through the back door at a diner and weren’t allowed to eat inside or use the restroom.

It further invoked another memory of when my parents owned and ran a security company in a retirement community called Sun City. I spent most summer days there, alone and on my own to explore. In that time, I met Ms. Vaughn. A friendly, but stout woman with snowy white hair, a USMC Veteran…and a lesbian. She knew my parents as she was a client of their business, and they adored her. I knew she was a lesbian because I’d been to her house after swimming at the clubhouse and lunch together. I noticed multiple black and white and color photos of her and her partner through the years. I asked my parents and they informed me she had lost her “friend” two years prior.

That particular Summer, I’d also met another customer of my parents. Her name escapes me, but she was memorable. It wasn’t her beauty as an older woman that captivated me, it was the fear that was etched into her eyes from years ago. She was an older Jewish woman whom I’d always been friendly to, but something about that morning was embedded into my psyche. We began talking, and she mentioned she and her sister were survivors of Dachau, she showed me her identification number tattooed on her left arm. (I forgot to mention this to my friend, but she lost her mother and Aunt in Auschwitz-Birkenau, but was able to keep her sister from being shot) They were sent from Birkenau to Dachau just prior to the war’s end. There was a point at which they were gathering men and some women to be executed, and they were able to hide, but not without one of the guards shining a bright light in their faces (here’s what horrified me as a child most), they expected to be shot, tears streaming and losing their faculties…the guard didn’t see them and they survived.

These sorts of stories, are just a few of what shaped my mindset. Others being when I saw Martin Luther King Jr’s son speak at the University of California, Riverside in 1988 while I was an 8th grader. I remember Kevin and Kim Li from Junior High as well. Their family was from Laos, and fled prior to the Vietnam War’s end. I still recall standing up for them when slurs were flung at them. I remember Patema (misspelled), the exchange student that feared for her life if she went back home, because her culture frowned on educating women. These were real…they ARE real people that showed me no one is less than.

Not one race is better than the other, religion better than another, rich versus poor. I witnessed girls that were battered by foster parents, and grade schools (yes, grade schools) turned a cheek. Later on, after not seeing them in school for several years, seeing them with 3 or 4 kids…and I was barely a Sophmore in high school.

I get upset when I see people I knew once upon a time, forget WHERE they came from, and who they once befriended, now acting like their childhood innocense was in vain. Hearing, “he won…GET OVER IT,” from the mouth of an old friend since grade school, referencing refugees, stung like a bee. A thousand bees. A friend from Airborne School and DLI up at the Presidio of Monterey, then our first duty station at Fort Bragg…turned undeniably vitriol towards outsiders.

Wait…what happened here?

What happened to sticking up for those who didn’t have voices? Teammates that were treated unfairly around campus, but were treated like brothers on the field? What about reading other religious texts like the Koran to the bible and comparing differences, yet similarities? Keeping an open view.

Life. Life is what happened. Fear. Fear is what happened. Have we grown so callous and afraid of our own shadows, that we collapse within our own minds and take what others have to say without a grain of salt?

I hope those I grew up with, friend and family alike, read this and have a moment of reflection, a pause to think, and hopefully a moment to challenge themselves.

I had a lifetime of experiences setting the stage for how I think. I was never a child, but prepared for adulthood with a mind swirling with possibilities to help change the world by being a voice (sometimes of reason, others with anger…to raise awareness and garner like-minded souls, and others to enlighten that life extends further than the tip of the nose).

So, what happened, dreamers? You grow old and let life get in the way? We live to learn and to teach. Life is much too short to engage in hatred, is it not? Those things we promised ourselves we wouldn’t do when we grew up…we’ve done. It isn’t too late. It’s never too late.

An ounce of kindness is a seed planted.

(Courtesy of Calvin Harris, H.W., M.)

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