“We are in cognitive crisis.”

“Generative AI is cognitive cancer and we are doing next to nothing to stop it from spreading.” That very aptly sums up Benjamin Riley’s coverage of what is almost certainly the first “rigorous, empirical,” large-scale study on the impact of AI on student learning.

Consistent with the two previous data sets, we again see near-perfect alignment between the Pre AI and Never AI students on the monthly closed-book exams administered to students. But now the adverse impact of AI is laid bare—just look at that shift to the left. The Used AI students are scoring at levels far lower than their Never AI peers, indeed, many score far lower than anything recorded prior to AI existing. […]

This isn’t about academic integrity, it’s about a generation of kids being told AI is “inevitable” and “the future” and acting accordingly, in a societies where we’ve yet to develop firm norms about what’s acceptable to do with these tools within education. The upshot is that students are using AI in ways that are harming their cognitive development and foreclosing their life opportunities. Harms that are not easily remediated, if at all. […]

The Edu-Cognoscenti continues to chatter about learning loss related to school closures during the pandemic. Well, the learning loss stemming from generative AI appears more substantial, it’s happening right now, and it may endure for far longer. So to all the policymakers and philanthropists and so-called thought leaders who purport to take education evidence seriously, I ask you: What are you doing to prevent ongoing educational harms of generative AI? Are you doing anything at all?

We are in cognitive crisis.

I will add one complaint. Riley ends with a quote from his friend Dan Wellingham, who says “Artificial Intelligence tools should not substitute for tasks wherein students would benefit from doing the mental work themselves. Only use AI for what you already know how to do.”

Really? Come on, smart people. This is weak sauce. A major, major, major, major part of this whole hullabaloo is in the very fact that humans can’t or are very bad at or otherwise just harm themselves by offloading cognitive tasks, period. The very category “tasks wherein students would [or would not] benefit from doing the mental work themselves” is the problem. And the idea that using AI only for things “you already know how to do” would not also be cognitively harmful also seems mildly sophomoric, especially under the circumstances.

As I have said before, offloading and short-circuiting our imaginations makes us lazy, but behind this problem, or built into it and built into our very humanness, is the fact that we don’t actually get to choose when we are offloading. Imagination thrives on randomness, friction, and surprise, but also on repetition, dedication, and constancy.

Again, even I, self-declared leader of the He-Man AI Haters Club, will disclaim some possibly-maybe-sorta-could-be good uses of AI. But I think Riley ended this very good and important piece on a slightly self-defeating whimper.

Nick Catoggio:

We’re a country that’s $40 trillion in debt and counting; dealing soberly with long-term threats isn’t really our thing.

There’s no such thing as luxury nationalism, but the idea may have been inevitable in a population that imagines inexhaustible wealth and power as its birthright. And given Donald Trump’s upbringing and approach to the world, that he’d end up as the face of it may have been inevitable too.

My father-in-law and I went to see a local screening of 9/11: Reclaiming Ground Zero, hosted by Carolyn Lukensmeyer, who also did a presentation and Q&A at the end (in person, not in the film). Worth watching if you get the chance. I will say, though, that the Q&A at the end was worth more. The film is one part remembering 9/11, 3 parts praise for “democracy,” with the power of democracy being its main aim. But what it really shows, to arguable effect, is the power of thoughtful representation within democracy. This came across more clearly and to better effect in Lukensmeyer’s presentation and Q&A after the film. I do recommend the film, and it’s probably one of the best ways we could “remember 9/11.” But, as even Lukensmeyer I think sort of briefly hinted at during the Q&A, the power of the ideas and practices being praised in the film is not done justice by (“you keep using that word”) “democracy.”

will the real mad farmer please stand up?

Don’t Stand in the Way of Historic Abundance, Unstaunchable Joy, Unbridled Hilarity, Salvific Ease, Inviolable Cleanliness, and Supernumerary Leisure!

Hug Your Local Data Center!

[…]

Some Americans Quaintly Say: “There is No Inevitability As Long as There is a Willingness to Contemplate What is Happening.” We Say: “Don’t Fall for Luddite Purity Dreams, Toxic Idealism, and all that Free Will Fiddle Faddle!” Cultivating a Deep Sense of Personal Responsibility for the Children and Future Generations Will Only Leave Us Vulnerable to Chinaman! And Please Remember: Broad Societal Forces Cannot Be Shaped, Only Managed! Empirical Research Citing Multiple Scholars in Leading-Edge Journals Demonstrates that “Free Will” is Actually Illusory Anyways! So Don’t Tie Yourself in Knots!

Plus, We Mustn’t Hurt the Economy, Silly! Some of Us Gotta Lotta Chedda Ridin’ on this Bet! 

And Don’t Forget: Your Precious Retirement Savings Are Now Vulnerably Entangled with Us, Invested as They Are in Various Tech Stocks!

And Don’t You Want a Cure for Cancer or Are You Another Unlawful Anti-Tech Extremist?

(Behind Me, Satan!)

[…]

Please Hold Onto Division with Your Teeth! Please Cleave Close to the Baneful Effects of the Spirit of Party, to the Old Political Categories that No Longer Serve Us! Please Don’t Realize that the Society-Sponsored Prejudice that is Partisan Hatred is an Impediment to Addressing the Root of Our Unwellness!

[…]

Some Say that an Organism that Kills Its Environment, Kills Itself. That is Gratuitous Nonsense. You Know That. Please Accept the Maximum of Physical Devastation Accompanied by the Minimum of Human Meaning. Please Accept the Denial of Free Will Which Is Involved in the Dogma of Inevitable Progress. Support Us as We Continue to Apply Technological Solutions to Spiritual Problems. 

Do Not Interrupt This Blind Momentum. Do Not Make of Your Life a Counter-Friction to Stop the Machine. No. That Is Not Your Job. That Is Not Your Role.

Holyyy sheet, Teddy Macker. That was fuckin’ righteous, bro. Even I who touch not the AI for any purpose am apt to throw in disclaimers about “good uses” of it. Oh, but my heart lies here with the Mad Farmer undertones.

It also reminded me of something else Wendell Berry once reminded us, back in 1977: that our problems have nothing to do with scarcity or energy or computing power but with “moral ignorance and weakness of character”:

But is work something that we have a right to escape? And can we escape it with impunity? We are probably the first entire people ever to think so. All the ancient wisdom that has come down to us counsels otherwise. It tells us that work is necessary to us, as much a part of our condition as mortality; that good work is our salvation and our joy; that shoddy or dishonest or self-serving work is our curse and our doom. We have tried to escape the sweat and sorrow promised in Genesis—only to find that, in order to do so, we must forswear love and excellence, health and joy.

Thus we can see growing out of our history a condition that is physically dangerous, morally repugnant, ugly. Contrary to the blandishments of the salesmen, it is not particularly comfortable or happy. It is not even affluent in any meaningful sense, because its abundance is dependent on sources that are being rapidly exhausted by its methods. To see these things is to come up against the question: Then what is desirable?

One possibility is just to tag along with the fantasists in government and industry who would have us believe that we can pursue our ideals of affluence, comfort, mobility, and leisure indefinitely. This curious faith is predicated on the notion that we will soon develop unlimited new sources of energy: domestic oil fields, shale oil, gasified coal, nuclear power, solar energy, and so on. This is fantastical because the basic cause of the energy crisis is not scarcity; it is moral ignorance and weakness of character. We don’t know how to use energy, or what to use it for. And we cannot restrain ourselves. Our time is characterized as much by the abuse and waste of human energy as it is by the abuse and waste of fossil fuel energy. Nuclear power, if we are to believe its advocates, is presumably going to be well used by the same mentality that has egregiously devalued and misapplied man- and womanpower. If we had an unlimited supply of solar or wind power, we would use that destructively, too, for the same reasons.

But, I feel the need to add, the truth is that I have no idea where the lines are. I mean, I can — and dammit I do! — draw my own lines in the sand. But I don’t know who’s who, I don’t know who the mad farmer people are. The good people of my hometown recently shot down a 180-day moratorium on large projects, which was inspired by — but even if passed would not have affected — the building of an Amazon distribution center there. (Contra that article, there was not much pushback. Chris Stonesifer, who circulated a petition for the moratorium, was accused of wasting $3,000 in taxpayer funded lawyer fees and encouraging “government regulation.”)

If I think about it for a minute while I sip this coffee, I guess it shouldn’t really surprise me. This blog is littered with quotes and screeds and sentiments reflecting this conundrum: that many of the people who still know how to grow a potato have no problem with Amazon warehouses and data centers. Our problem is not about energy or scarcity; it’s moral ignorance and weakness of character. And that’s a line that runs through us all.

radical anticipation, part 1

On Radical Preservation:

[I]t is striking how far [many] critics are from contending with the aspect of [AI] technology that ought to be most disturbing to those of us who write and think about culture: its potential to undermine the concepts and practices that make it possible to have coherent ethical discussions over things like the environmental impact of new technologies or economic inequality in the first place. This prospect can nevertheless be felt in the coining of new pejoratives for contemporary culture—“slop,” “enshittification,” “the great zombification”—some of which predate AI but are multiplying in its wake. Such terms surely seem hyperbolic to some, but in at least one respect they merely hint at the most troubling possibilities. Indeed, our contention is that, if we fail to think through and delimit the role of AI in our lives, we risk undermining the intelligibility of our own guiding cultural concepts, and thus initiating a period in our own society of which it may someday be possible to say that “nothing happened.”

That reference to a time when “nothing happened” is from Jonathan Lear’s book Radical Hope, where he tries to understand the story of the last chief of the Crow nation, Plenty Coups, as it was recounted by Frank B. Linderman, and Plenty Coups’s effort to face “the end of their traditional way of life.” (It’s briefly described at the very beginning of the link above.)

The editors continue:

As the concepts that had previously organized their lives eroded, so did the Crow’s capacity to act, collectively and personally, in ways that carried meaning for them beyond that of furthering their survival. […]

Technological efficiency has long been one consideration among others in such deliberations, but critics have always warned it should not be treated as just another competing value system. The potential of AI to compromise the very concepts through which we hold ourselves and others responsible for our words and decisions shows why. If we fail to insist that certain kinds of decisions—whether in personal, political or professional contexts—must come from human beings, words like fraud, authenticity, and deliberation will cease to mean anything we might recognize today. […]

To the tech founders who speak gleefully of human beings as the “ultimate resource,” or applaud the “merge” of man and machine in our posthuman future, humanity itself is the primitive tribe that must be sacrificed for some greater—though almost comically underspecified—good. In this vision, it is not this or that set of ethical concepts that must be overcome for the sake of progress, but the allegedly limited faculties of intellect, imagination and practical reasoning—faculties that are the preconditions for our having shared ethical concepts at all.

Quite remarkable that the editors at The Point would invoke this. I think they’re right to reach for something more drastic to compare AI to, but even I would like to (quite unradically) hope this risks being too dramatic.

Sadly, I don’t think it’s wrong. Mostly, anyway.

Let’s recount a bit from Lear.

Around 1855, when Plenty Coups was nine years old, he went to a mountaintop to fast and pray, seeking a dream-vision. Prayers for the Crow often began with “Pity me!” So when no dream-vision came, he cut off part of his finger to invoke pity. “Plenty Coups told Linderman that he knew he was following a tradition in which other Crow warriors in previous generations had ‘sacrificed their flesh and blood to dream.’”

For the Crow … humans have a meaningful place in a meaningful world. Not only is the world populated by spirits, but there is a single God, Ah-badt-dadt-deah. Given this worldview, when a Crow had a strong desire or a wish, there was reason for him to hope that his desire or wish had come into being because the world itself was slightly out of kilter. Going off into the mountains to pray to God to “Pity me!” was a way of drawing the spiritual world’s attention to one’s plight. In a dream-vision one might be visited by a spirit who would explain just how the order of the world would be adjusted so as to gratify one’s wish.

And Plenty Coups did have a vision, one interpreted by the tribe “not merely to predict a future event; it was used by the tribe to struggle with the intelligibility of events that lay at the horizon of their ability to understand.”

Dreams were regularly used by the Crow to predict the future. People would, for instance, wait for a vision in a dream to tell them it was a propitious time to go into battle. But young Plenty Coups’s dream was of a different order. It did not predict any particular event, but the change of the world order.

I won’t recount the entire vision here. They understood that the buffalo were going away, that their way of life was changing if not coming to an end, and that the way to avoid disaster was to become like the chickadee.

“Listen Plenty-Coups,” said a voice. In that tree is the lodge of the Chickadee. He is least in strength but strongest of mind among his kind. He is willing to work for wisdom. The Chickadee-person is a good listener. Nothing escapes his ears, which he has sharpened by constant use. Whenever others are talking together of their successes and failures, there you will find the Chickadee-person listening to their words. But in all his listening he tends to his own business. He never intrudes, never speaks in strange company, and yet never misses a chance to learn from others. … The lodges of countless Bird-people were in the forest when the Four Winds charged it. Only one person is left unharmed, the lodge of the Chickadee-person.

The dream called for “chickadee virtue.” But it isn’t so straightforward. On the one hand, this virtue drew on resources the Crow knew well. “The chickadees were known by the Crow … to be especially powerful. A chickadee once told Pretty Shield’s grandmother when she was a young woman that ‘there is great power in little things.’ And the Crow well knew that offending a chickadee led to a bad outcome.”

On the other hand, the dream-vision represents a kind of “reason at the abyss,” as Lear puts it. Being virtuous within well established cultural norms is one thing.

But the dream-advice to become a chickadee is being given in full recognition that upcoming events will be extraordinary. There is a storm coming that will blow down all the trees but one. And nothing is said about what constitutes the wisdom of others, what their successes are, or how one should learn from them. In particular, there is no first-order advice that one should simply pick up the skills and values of the white man. Indeed, there is no first-order advice at all—unless “learning to listen” counts as first-order behavior.

So Lear describes Plenty Coups as “radicalizing a second-order virtue” in the chickadee-person. “The only substantive commitment embodied in the chickadee virtue is that if one listens and learns from others in the right way—even in radically different circumstances, even with the collapse of one’s world—something good will come of it.”

Lear goes on to describe the “disadvantage” that a courageous, virtuous person would have if that person’s world were coming to an end.

If we think of the virtues, or human excellences, as they are actually taught by cultures across history, it is plausible to expect that the virtuous person will be ready to tackle the wide variety of challenges that life might throw his way. It is unclear that there is anything in such training that will prepare him for the breakdown of the form of life itself. We would like our ethics to be grounded in psychological reality. Thus whatever flexibility is required of a virtuous person, it ought to be something that can be inculcated in the education and training of a culture. But a culture does not tend to train the young to endure its own breakdown—and it is fairly easy to see why. A culture embodies a sense of life’s possibilities, and it tries to instill that sense in the young. An outstanding young member of the culture will learn to face these possibilities well. The situation we are dealing with here, however, is the breakdown of a culture’s sense of possibility itself.

Somewhat humorously Lear adds that a culture is not likely to say “These are ways in which you can succeed, and these are ways in which you will fail; these are dangers you might face, and here are opportunities; these acts are shameful, and these are worthy of honor—and, oh yes, one more thing, this entire structure of evaluating the world might cease to make sense.”

Having learned the virtues in a world that was breaking down, and then having to apply those virtues in the world that did break down, this requires a more radical sense of hope, anticipation, training.

So you can see why the editors at The Point reach for Lear and Plenty Coups for aid. I’m going to leave it here for now, and hopefully come back and say a little more about why I think it’s the right example to look at but also why, even cautiously, and without diminishing the “storm” we are facing, it may be saying too much.

breath, horse dookie, and God’s intent to keep us living

Yesterday I was thinking of Mary Karr’s “Loony Bin Basketball” and came across this Q&A with her about the poem:

“Loony Bin Basketball” is dedicated to Phil Jackson, the remarkable former NBA coach whose nickname was “Zen Master” because of his interest in Robert Pirsig’s book Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. What do you imagine he would make of this poem?

Phil Jackson is a good friend. He’s called “Zen Master” because he has a serious practice in Buddhist meditation, and his book Sacred Hoops is a very wise way to think about competition not as war with the destruction of the other as its goal, but as a way to fully enter the instant. Sport as a celebration of pure presence with the excellence shared. I dedicated the poem to him because a recent class in mindfulness I took was taught by a Buddhist, and I felt close to him in that attention to breath, which is a spiritual solution in the poem to suicidal ideation.

He says about it in tonight’s e-mail: “Truly Mary, I thought of  Jack Nicholson and One Flew Over The    however, that scene with Big Chief and those players doesn’t do justice to your poem. Catatonic Bill had game!”

The players described in the poem are far from the likes of the professionals Jackson so successfully coached. Can you tell us more about how you encountered (or imagined) Frank, Claire, and Bill?

We all hold excellence and quality in ourselves no matter how defunct we may seem to ourselves or the world at large. The basketball game was from my stay in the mental Marriott almost twenty-five years ago — a place where I decided to start acting like I believed in God even though it seemed like horse dookie. I just needed to.

The lines are rather breathless in tempo, and at the end of the poem you write: “Breath is God’s intent to keep us living. He was the self I’d come in // wanting to kill, and I left him there.” Can you talk a little bit about these lines, about breath and God?

Our autonomic nervous system breathes for most of us, and a priest friend told me once, when I asked him how I was supposed to know God’s will for me, that I should see what is. If you’re breathing, just presume you’re supposed to be alive and start looking around for some way to make yourself useful.

If you’re suicidal, your mind is actually the keenest threat to your survival. Yet depressed people still listen intensely to their minds even though said minds NEVER have anything good to say. Think of it, you try to employ the diseased organ to cure itself! If someone outside your body were shouting those awful things you say to yourself  in such times, you’d plug your ears and sing lalalala. You have to stop that mind or die. A simple meditation practice I started twenty-three years ago involves counting my breaths one to ten over and over. Pure hell at first. I evolved through various practices — some Christian and Ignatian spiritual practices taught to me by a Franciscan nun and a few Jesuits along the way. I came back to breath last year. For me God is in the moment, and I tend to do everything I can to avoid being in such a stalled, unproductive place as the present. The ego has to stop inventing its reality and notice what’s actually going on, which process kills it (the ego) a little if you’re lucky.

no them, only us

You never know where thoughts will go. This post started with the image of a moose running through a clothes line…

Alasdair MacIntyre:

These two related sets of facts, those concerning our vulnerabilities and afflictions and those concerning the extent of our dependence on particular others are so evidently of singular importance that it might seem that no account of the human condition whose authors hoped to achieve credibility could avoid giving them a central place. … Some of the facts of human limitation and of our consequent need of cooperation with others are more generally acknowl-edged, but for the most part only then to be put on one side. And when the ill, the injured and the otherwise disabled are presented in the pages of moral philosophy books, it is almost always exclusively as possible subjects of benevolence by moral agents who are themselves presented as though they were continuously rational, healthy and untroubled. So we are invited, when we do think of disability, to think of “the disabled” as “them,” as other than “us,” as a separate class, not as ourselves as we have been, sometimes are now and may well be in the future.

I’ll keep spelunking around from time to time in the shadows and bowels of what we call “philosophy,” but there’s good reason why most people — most people who love wisdom — never need to go there.

Here are two poems from just this morning.

Clerks” by Edwin Arlington Robinson:

I did not think that I should find them there
When I came back again; but there they stood,
As in the days they dreamed of when young blood
Was in their cheeks and women called them fair.
Be sure, they met me with an ancient air,—
And yes, there was a shop-worn brotherhood
About them; but the men were just as good,
And just as human as they ever were.

And you that ache so much to be sublime,
And you that feed yourselves with your descent,
What comes of all your visions and your fears?
Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time,
Tiering the same dull webs of discontent,
Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.

Those three utterly human lines especially: “And you that ache so much to be sublime, / And you that feed yourselves with your descent, / What comes of all your visions and your fears?”

Spooked Moose” by Douglas Woody Woodsum:

Like a real bull in a bullfight, the full-grown moose
Lowered his head and ripped through my neighbor’s laundry, pinned
To the line from the house corner to the apple tree.

And like a bride with a twenty-foot train, it dragged the line
And the clothes across my neighbor’s lawn, leaving a wake
Of clothespins, jeans, tee shirts, and boxer shorts every few yards.

Then, like a moose in a panic because it has rope
And clothing tangled about its horns and more rope and clothes flapping
About its torso and rear legs, very like such a moose,

It lowered its head again and charged through the old barbed wire
Pasture fence, snapping the rotten fenceposts off at ground level,
Dragging and, finally, snapping, the rusty wires of a forgotten farm.

And then like a fearful beast learning fear for the first time,
It picked up speed as a bedsheet flopped onto its face
and three or four dragging fenceposts barked its rear ankles and shins.

It tripped and fell breaking through the fence again on the far
Side of the field, but struggled up once more to crash
Into the undergrowth and disappear amid the trees.

Lastly, like stunned townspeople in the wake of a twister,
My neighbor and I picked up the strewn pieces of clothing
As we followed tracks, like post-holes, into the dented woods.

That poem manages to be utterly human-in-the-world, funny if read in a certain way, and, if read another way, one of the saddest poems I have ever read.

Keep in mind that MacIntyre in Dependent Rational Animals is addressing two questions: Why is it important for us to attend to and to understand what human beings have in common with members of other intelligent animals species? And, What makes attention to human vulnerability and disability important for moral philosophers?

And this is as good a place as any for another thought, one that risks condescension and could certainly be overstated, but is nonetheless generally true. I know and have known many people who spend a lot of time, even most of their time, taking care of people with disabilities, and doing so largely unnoticed. Most of them care not a lick for philosophy or for poetry. Often, they like books I think should never have been written and TV shows I think should never have aired. I rarely agree with their politics or religion or “philosophy.” But I like their stories and admire what they do and who they are.

This is just an observation, one that keeps the world simultaneously bigger and more inclusive. There is no them, only us.

Speaking of philosophers who treat our rationality as “somehow independent of our animality,” MacIntyre says, “We become in consequence forgetful of our bodies and how our thinking is the thinking of one species of animal.” But more importantly, as St. Paul wrote long ago, we become forgetful of those members of our human body who have been doing this neglected work all along.

Not that the question about how to get philosophers to self-correct is unimportant, but the people on the ground rarely suffer from the delusions of “rational” philosophers. The more important, and perennial, question is about how we can get more of us to recognize and remember the people we pass on the street — or used to pass on the street, that is — every day.

It’s possible, even likely, that these are not separate questions. But that philosophers owe something to these folks and to those they take care of — these members of the body — this cannot be overstated.

“change”

Nick Catoggio:

If you had to bet on political trends, though, you’d always bet on inertia, particularly in an age of turbo-charged tribalism. “Strength” has been part of the right’s tribal identity since the Reagan era; even Trump, who won two elections by questioning GOP-led wars, reinforced that identity with boorish alpha-male bravado and a lust for dominance. Asking Republicans to relinquish it, even after the Iran fiasco, is asking a lot.

And asking Democrats, whose base led the opposition to Vietnam, Iraq, and Iran, and whose anti-American socialist wing is ascendant, to claim it is asking just as much.

So we will likely forge on into 2028 with both parties in their familiar roles, with Republican candidates halfheartedly promising strength and Democratic candidates half-heartedly demanding restraint. No one on either side will feel very convinced by the posturing, but longtime partisans will relish the reassurance that their tribal identity is, more or less, still what it’s always been. The president isn’t the only American besotted by nostalgia.

Chicken Pot Pie, etc

As an experiment, and in lieu of turning some thoughts into an essay the way I’d like to, here’s an audio excerpt from a Signal chat with my friend Luke. This is the Nagasaki piece referenced; this is the North Carolina incident mentioned; and this is the Oppenheimer post.

Update and correction — I was wrong about the recording. It was just the lyrics from my dad’s poem that were turned into an entire AI song, voice included. Which is more of a shame because not only are the lyrics good but my dad has an excellent singing voice.