Wrote my secrets on a birch bark strip
Today would have been my grandfather's hundredth birthday. I don't tend to think of "About Building" as a ghost poem for him and my grandmother, but I suppose it must be.
From
larryhammer linking an article on the potential debunking of the Dunning–Kruger effect, I was reminded of my mother's research in the '70's. It was not a direct forerunner of their study, but it was not totally dissimilar in that she was studying how self-perception interacts with objectively assessed skills, specifically from the perspective of cognitive dissonance. The prevailing assumption had been that when people who believed themselves to be bad at, say, math were shown that they had actually done quite well on a math test, they would accept the new data and do just as well if not better when given the opportunity to re-take the test. Instead, it turned out that in cases where I am bad at math was an essential part of the subject's self-image, they resolved the dissonance by doing worse on the test than they had the first time—failing questions they had originally aced. They couldn't twist reality around to match the inside of their heads, so they sabotaged the inside of their heads to make them match reality. A percentage of subjects did just realize they were better at math than they had believed and did not, effectively, falsify their answers the second time around: there was no dissonance in play. But where there was, it was a whammy.
I was looking for citations when I discovered that my grandfather had actually done some similar work in the '40's, observing the selective recall of completed or unfinished tasks when viewed within a framework of success or failure, i.e., "No sweat, I zipped through that in no time!" vs. "I suck at this! It took forever!"
I am beginning to feel that Tiny Wittgenstein is some kind of family tradition, only expressed, since I am not a psychologist, as a personification rather than a paper.
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I was looking for citations when I discovered that my grandfather had actually done some similar work in the '40's, observing the selective recall of completed or unfinished tasks when viewed within a framework of success or failure, i.e., "No sweat, I zipped through that in no time!" vs. "I suck at this! It took forever!"
I am beginning to feel that Tiny Wittgenstein is some kind of family tradition, only expressed, since I am not a psychologist, as a personification rather than a paper.
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I will think good birthday thoughts in honor of your grandfather. If T. Witt is allowed sugar cereal with dyes, I will bestow him a Froot Loop, but not a candle for it. T. Witt is not allowed candles in his jam jar currently. If he is not allowed sugar cereal with dyes, understandably, it'll have to be birthday kiwi.
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Wasn't planning on bringing it up over dinner!
I will think good birthday thoughts in honor of your grandfather.
*hugs*
If T. Witt is allowed sugar cereal with dyes, I will bestow him a Froot Loop, but not a candle for it. T. Witt is not allowed candles in his jam jar currently.
Look, we already had the hot-air balloon experiment and Mac went after him.
(He can probably eat dyed cereal. It doesn't do anything weird to me except I don't like it.)
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That's great and I appreciate it but all my experience with your mother's kin suggests amply to me that if she wanted to know she'd just find OUT. This is literally the reason I still put out honey and liquor on solstices and equinoxes! I understand when a subset of folk tradition does not come to play!