It’s been a while since the last updates, but never fear; I’ll be on this bus for the next 14 hours, so there’s plenty of time for me to fill you in.
This past week was our last day of classes before the holidays. Christmas is pretty much universally celebrated in Mexico (although none of my students were actually planning on going to church) so we talked about the how the holiday is celebrated around the world and our plans for the long vacation (we have off until the 3rd of January). I tried to teach the students some Christmas songs, and spent a lot of time listening to Christmas music in preparation. I have come to the conclusion that Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas is You is, in fact, the best Christmas song. It’s a banger. A bop. It dings in the whip. I must have listened to it 50 times this week. Last Christmas by Wham! comes in close second. It doesn’t have quite as much feel-good holiday spirit, but it does have some killer synths. In third place is the theme song from the movie Gremlins, and every other Christmas song is tied for last.
On Friday there was no class, but there was a party at Gina’s house with all of the teachers from the other school. Sherrill refused to go and Tayde was busy, so Luzma was the only other teacher I knew there. I would have tried talking to new people, but the music was so loud that there wasn’t much to do but dance. I stayed there for an awkward three or four hours and then walked home. I was able to finally identify the name of the most annoying song I’ve ever heard, so now I can share it with all of you. It’s called El Sonidito (The Little Sound), and I get the feeling it was made after someone drunkenly bet their friends that they could write a hit song with only one note. And they succeeded; I cannot stress enough how popular this song is. I hear it everywhere, and every time I do, it makes me want to leave wherever I am and go somewhere else.
I finished two books this week, a textbook on psycholinguistics called Language in Mind and a work of philosophy/early psychology by William James titled The Varieties of Religious Experience. The former was a really interesting look at some experimental psychology and its implications for our understanding of language. My biggest takeaway was that, for young children, language learning is not a guided by meta-rules about syntactic construction so much as probabilistic calculations of word or sound co-occurrences. We can learn break up speech sounds into discrete words by paying attention to consonant clusters; a particularly unlikely pair of consecutive consonants can show us where word breaks occur even if we don’t understand any of the linguistic content of the words (for example, a “d” sound followed by a “b” sound without a vowel between them is really uncommon in English. It almost never occurs inside of a single word. If an English-learning baby hears this consonant cluster, this is a good indicator that there are actually two words, one ending in “d” and one starting with “b”). Similar calculations about the likelihood of particular words following each other can be used to build rough equivalents of grammatical categories; in this way, kids will usually put their words in the correct order, even if they don’t actually know what nouns, verbs, or adjectives are. What was most striking to me about the book were the similarities between its proposed models of word activation and the maps generated by Natural Language Processing (NLP) Artificial Intelligence. After years of failing to get computers to learn human language by instructing them with meta-rules about grammar and linguistic content, the latest NLP programs have seen an incredible leap in achievement by simply providing computers with a large body of text and instructing them to build their own rules and categories based on word frequencies and co-occurrences.
William James’ The Varieties of Religious Experience was another long, but worthwhile read. James was a psychologist (the founder of Harvard’s Psychology department) who was interested in the similarities between reported religious experiences across various faiths and denominations. James remains agnostic about the truth of any particular tradition, and instead examines a wide variety of primary accounts in order to focuses on the empirical human experiences which perpetuate belief in religious creeds and institutions. The chapter on Mysticism is an analysis I have been wanting for years; in it, James examines similarities in experiences of selflessness and ego-death across religious traditions, and sets up a foundation for the later study of psychedelic drugs by Timothy Leary, Aldous Huxley, Ram Dass, and others. Religion is a topic that has long interested me as an area of study, for despite mutually-exclusive teachings, all of the world’s religions seem to be grounded in common feelings and impulses. This book was the best exploration of that phenomenon I have encountered.
Today, I decided to go to Mexico City; bus tickets are cheap, and I was able to book a room at the same hotel I stayed at last time for $10 a night. The bus will take fourteen hours each way, but this is actually a plus, because I can sleep on the bus and avoid paying for a hotel on those two nights. In the afternoon, I arrived at the mall/bus station four hours early and watched the new Spiderman movie. It was definitely a Spiderman movie. If you generally like Marvel and Spiderman, you’ll probably like this one; it had the same lighthearted humor and fast-paced story that people have come to expect. If, on the other hand, you happen to believe that the Marvel movies have become vapidly self-referential spectacles which function less as films-in-themselves and more as a never-ending promotional campaign for the films-to-come, this is not the movie to prove you wrong. I enjoyed it, but I’ll probably have forgotten about it by next week. That said, it’s been a couple weeks since I saw the movie Encanto in theaters, and I have continued to think about that one. The animation is beautiful, the characters are very fun, and it’s nice to see an original concept treated with such a large budget. The ending isn’t perfect, but nonetheless the movie captures a particular vibe very well/ Though the film is, on paper, about a magic house and the magical family which occupies it, I can’t help but interpret it as a allegory about climate change and accompanying feeling of anxiety and impotence among those who can see the disasters coming, but feel powerless to stop them. The movie shies away from any real solutions, but you are all free to sabotage pipeline construction and harass your local elected officials as you see fit. I, for one, don’t feel like waiting for our house to collapse before we start acting to repair it.
Update: I arrived, moderately well-rested at 8:45am. More updates will follow soon.