The Primitives
Feb. 20th, 2006 07:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
peterbirksWe humans are primitive beings really. Probably 99% of what we do is in some way hard-wired back to neolithic days or earlier. What would surprise a truly alien visitor to this small rather irrelevant planet would not be how different humanity is from the rest of the animal kingdom, but how similar we are. I mean, suppose they were sentient beings, but moved on a really slow personal timescale. We would move around too fast for them to be able to see us, and they would probably spend several decades attempting to communicate with the plants.
But, I digress. As I said, we are simple things, and one of the aspects most hard-wired into us is the concept of "reward". We do unpleasant things because we see the prospect of a pleasant thing as the end result of doing those unpleasant things. That could be something as simple as sitting at home watching your baby grow up. Or, even simpler, the prospect of getting blind-laggingly drunk on a Friday night.
Indeed, one of the difficulties of giving up drinking (or, so I am told, heroin) is that your life was built around this latter short-term work/reward dichotomy. By removing one of the pillars (the drinking/reward part), you lost any motive for the former.
My trouble at the moment is not that I don't have "reward" concepts in mind, but that the reward is so mind-bogglingly long term that it's easy to lose sight of it. There is a big shift from "if I do this, I can get drunk tonight" to "if I do this, that is one fraction towards a life of leisure in 10 years' time".
Of course, that I can think in those terms at all is in itself mind-bogglingly amazing. Most of the population have to work because they have already spent that money and are now paying off the debt (and the interest). Not so much delayed gratification or instant gratification, as gratification in advance.
But, I digress. As I said, we are simple things, and one of the aspects most hard-wired into us is the concept of "reward". We do unpleasant things because we see the prospect of a pleasant thing as the end result of doing those unpleasant things. That could be something as simple as sitting at home watching your baby grow up. Or, even simpler, the prospect of getting blind-laggingly drunk on a Friday night.
Indeed, one of the difficulties of giving up drinking (or, so I am told, heroin) is that your life was built around this latter short-term work/reward dichotomy. By removing one of the pillars (the drinking/reward part), you lost any motive for the former.
My trouble at the moment is not that I don't have "reward" concepts in mind, but that the reward is so mind-bogglingly long term that it's easy to lose sight of it. There is a big shift from "if I do this, I can get drunk tonight" to "if I do this, that is one fraction towards a life of leisure in 10 years' time".
Of course, that I can think in those terms at all is in itself mind-bogglingly amazing. Most of the population have to work because they have already spent that money and are now paying off the debt (and the interest). Not so much delayed gratification or instant gratification, as gratification in advance.
Re: Money, wine, and sf
Date: 2006-02-21 04:52 pm (UTC)If you earn plenty of money, you may have the ultimate objective in sight: to retire and live for the rest of your life without being tied to a job. That's my idea of heaven, but I show no sign of attaining it.
Unlike some people (it seems), I have plenty of things to do away from work and I'd be delighted to quit the job for ever, starting now, if I could afford to.
Drinking has never taken much of my money or time. Though admittedly drinking at lunchtime occasionally befuddles me so that I don't get much done for the rest of the day. More to the point, for health reasons we're not really supposed to drink more than a large glass of wine per day, and my stopping point usually comes after several large glasses (it varies somewhat). So I worry about damaging my health, but not about the cost of it. A drinkable bottle of wine can be bought here for a few euros.
My Spanish mother-in-law likes wine, but her stopping point is one to two small glasses. I don't know how she does it...
Eric Frank Russell's "The Waitabits" is a classic that you should have read before now. Run, don't walk. They don't make 'em like that any more. He wrote some other classics too.
I've been thinking that all the sf I read is old, so not long ago ago I bought a Dozois collection of the best sf stories of two recent decades; and I'm gradually ploughing my way through it. So far, I'm inclined to wonder why I bothered. The stories are better written than sf used to be; but good writing, although it's nice to have, isn't the point of sf. Some of these stories are amiable enough, but the vital spark is absent. I'm amazed that Dozois, a veteran, managed to get excited by them. I suppose he must read an awful lot of worse stories, which may affect his judgment.
-- Jonathan
The Waitabits!
Date: 2006-02-21 05:24 pm (UTC)Amazon UK has it in a collection called "Far Stars", which I've just ordered, although it's apparently hard to get hold of and may not arrive until April.
-- Jonathan
Re: Money, wine, and sf
Date: 2006-02-21 08:33 pm (UTC)Why earn the money? If you've been poor, you should know the answer to that: to live on whenever the income dries up. As it surely will do, sooner or later, unless you die early.
Precisely. But this brings us back to the deferred gratification that is, in a way goalless. There's a big psychological difference (for me, anyway) in thinking "I'm earning this money so that I can buy a CD at the end of the week and go out with my friends" and "I'm earning this money for some unspecified purpose in the unspecified future, but I'm sure that I will need it".
I remember when I was 18 in my first proper "summer" job. as I took home my £23 or thereabouts, I bought myself an album (it was "Tarkus", by Emerson Lake and Palmer, actually) for £2.30, or something like that, at a shop in St John Street near the Angel tube station. Two things operated here. The first was that it was a kind of instant gratification for my week's work, and the second was that it was something I would not have been able to buy without having done that week's work. Now, if you fast-forward to today, there isn't much in the way of consumer durables that I couldn't go out and buy tomorrow, let alone a single CD. The link between work (unpleasant) and spending (pleasant) has been all but shattered. As it happens, I don't dislike my "work", although it does restrict some of the pleasurable things I might do (because of the time factor). This makes the unpleasant/pleasant relationship even more complex. Should I play poker (which I sort of enjoy) and earn $15 an hour, or go to the opera (which I really enjoy) and spend $100 an hour?
There's a hell of a lot of complexity here in a number of different areas. Marginal use of current time, deferred vs instant gratification, and general entire aims in life. In this sense, I feel that my "balance" is wrong (but not horrifically so), in shades of Koyaanisqatsi. I guess that I am embarking on a kind of quest to find a solution.
PJ
Some problems are good to have
Date: 2006-02-22 10:40 am (UTC)Yes, my first job, I was 17 going on 18, and got 30 kwacha a week (in Zambia), which I think was worth about £17. I remember buying a cheap guitar -- nominally for my sister, but in the end I got more use out of it, she wasn't really interested.
-- Jonathan