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Ladataan... I Am a Strange Loop (alkuperäinen julkaisuvuosi 2007; vuoden 2008 painos)Tekijä: Douglas R. Hofstadter (Tekijä)
TeostiedotI Am a Strange Loop (tekijä: Douglas R. Hofstadter) (2007)
![]() - Ei tämänhetkisiä Keskustelu-viestiketjuja tästä kirjasta. Not as dense or rich as [b:Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid|24113|Gödel, Escher, Bach An Eternal Golden Braid|Douglas R. Hofstadter|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1314739489s/24113.jpg|850076] and more focused on the "scientific" side of things without all the wonderful digressions (you have to read GEB to understand). Still Hofstadter plays enough mind games to make the going entertaining and challenging. Basically an argument for the nature of consciousness that all but proves Descartes' proposition. But Hofstadter presents a pretty convincing argument for his theories on why I think I am I. The one place where he goes out on thin ice is the persistence of "selves" after death via the symbols in other peoples' minds. It seems a bit of wishful thinking on Hofstadter's part as he ruminates on his wife's sudden death. Since he doesn't believe in a persistent "soul" he yearns for some sort of lifelike afterimage of the departed. It doesn't hold water. My sorry little review gives no idea of the depth or richness of this book. Suffice it to say that I think Hofstadter is on to the nature of consciousness and he presents it in a lively yet challenging way. Anyway, I am a self-referent loop that talks about itself. You gotta read it. This is Pop, painless to read but mostly nonsense. Hofstadter tells a fairy tale about how minds are made, and I cannot recall a single claim from the text that is testable. The work is unserious. Science is bold and serious philosophers would like to pick a fight with your beliefs. This book challenges the reader to a pillow fight. I liked the idea of distributed consciousness. It reminds me of the idea of electron's position being a probability cloud where even though there's a small area where it's likely to be technically the probability is stretched out thinly to everywhere. Even though we are mostly in our brain there we are thinly stretched out to everything and everyone we have interacted with. This is merely a re-hash of Hofstadter's justly famous Godel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid, with some ideas from Le Ton Beau de Marot thrown in but most of the fun stuff taken out; if you've read those, you don't need to read this. If you've only read GEB, then read this instead of Le Ton Beau de Marot unless you have a particular interest in the art/skill of translation. This isn't a bad book, apart from the constant use of reference to the "dear reader", it's just redundant because of the above and not nearly as much fun as GEB. Here's what it's about: minds - specifically what they are/where they come from. Hofstadter's thesis is very plausible to me, despite my disagreeing with some specific things he says. It seems like it might be scientifically testable, too. My beef with Hofstadter is that his research does not seem focused on testing what seems to be the crux axiom of his theory. I'm not sure off the top of my head to do it but Hofstadter has had since some time in the 1970s to think of a way...maybe it isn't testable after all, but if it isn't then it's just a waste of time and money. Also Hofstadter HATES mosquitos because they bite him and I think that he subconsciously believes they have no minds simply because of this! ei arvosteluja | lisää arvostelu
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Hofstadter's long-awaited return to the themes of Gödel, Escher, Bach--an original and controversial view of the nature of consciousness and identity. What do we mean when we say "I"? Can a self, a soul, a consciousness, an "I" arise out of mere matter? If it cannot, then how can you or I be here? This book argues that the key to understanding selves and consciousness is a special kind of abstract feedback loop inhabiting our brains. Deep down, a human brain is a chaotic soup of particles, on a higher level it is a jungle of neurons, and on a yet higher level it is a network of abstractions that we call "symbols." The most central and complex symbol in your brain or mine is the one we both call "I." But how can such a mysterious abstraction be real--or is our "I" merely a convenient fiction?--From publisher description. Kirjastojen kuvailuja ei löytynyt. |
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I also softened on my views on the earlier part of the book. His over-explanation was not filler, but his insistence on making sure his ideas were truly and deeply understood by the reader, as they were crucial to not only the rest of the theory, but to him personally. I also over-explain sometimes and unfortunately have seen eyes glaze over as I go into more and more detail. "Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood." After this part, the pace and the balance was a bit more palatable to me and new ideas came more frequently with explanations and analogies that were not so painful. As I reached its conclusion, not only did I feel that I deeply understood his view of consciousness, but I agreed. That was his goal after all. It also occurred to me that the audience was possibly his wife, or rather the echo of her consciousness that continued in himself.
I am subtracting half a star because of one opinion of his that I find distasteful, the idea that there is a spectrum of the "size" of souls (using his reinterpretation of the word soul that rejects dualism). I think this is a slippery slope to racism, even though that may not have been his intention. Also, his views on musical taste at the end were pretty gatekeep-y, and while I get what he was going for, I've tried to eliminate these kind of thoughts in myself because such things are so subjective. OK, some people don't "get" Bach the way you do, but maybe their understanding of Kendrick Lamar's lyrics are on a level you will never quite grok. Side note: as a computer science-y person my brain kept returning to machine learning and AI, which is touched upon abstractly but not directly. My question is, what happens when GPT-3 (or another large language model) "perceives" itself? There has to be some kind of feedback loop and recursion going on; is the result similar to the strange loop he describes? This book definitely whet my appetite for Gödel, Escher, Bach, and I can't wait to read that one and contrast it to this one. (