N.B. this post has been edited in light of a comment received.
Is evidential decision theory silly? Of course it is. It's a theory. Professors write about it. Q.E.D.
True, Evolution too is a theory. Professors write about it. It must be silly. Sadly, the World is a terribly silly place and an inebriate acquiescence in taking stupid chances is what redeems its silliness from the point of view of Wisdom as the existential project of ludic agency.
Prof. Huw Price has a well written paper- easily intelligible to the intelligent lay man (or unintelligent unlaid man desperately trying to sublimate his libido by cruising philosophy blogs in the early hours of the morning so as to avoid boozily booty-calling fat chicks coz we all know how that ends)- in which he argues that a probabilistic evidential decision theory is defensible provided it incorporates notions of agency and effective strategy such that 'spurious correlations' disappear from the agent's perspective and thus they 'don't have to be dealt with by a possibly vicious restriction on the general principle that only causes increase probabilities'.
The problem here is that all causal factors we can name- including purely mental ones- are spurious because there is always some lurking variable which is too fine grained for us to measure or specify or have awareness off- and, more fundamentally, the notion of agency and effective strategy both ultimately hinge upon a teleology of backward causation (thinking about decisions which will affect your future means thinking differently, thinking as though you are someone entirely different, with different preferences and goals such that a person who will only exist in the future dictates what you do now- in other words your 'genidentity' has usurped actual identity.)
Prof. Price mentions Dummett's 'analysis of the conditions under which, without inconsistency, we might claim to be able to bring about past events. Dummett shows that we can accommodate a belief in backward influence, so long as we are prepared to give up the assumption that before we decide how to act, it is possible for us to find out whether the past event in question has already occurred.'
The fact is, it is never possible, on a sufficiently fine-grained phenomenology or theory of the world, to determine that any occurrence is truly 'Past'- which also means Gibbardian 'hyperstates' and judgments made by 'hyperagents' have no road to supervenience with respect to 'prosaic factual properties'; everything is always in a sort of 'mixed inference' or else a Frege-Geachian flux till Beenakker's boundary resolves Hempel's dilemma as the Cosmic cows come home. Thus any Agency and Intentionality-based 'inwardness' we can have knowledge off must be reverse mereological and Time arrow reversed as indeed is what we would expect if our minds evolved on a stochastic fitness landscape.
Prof. Price examines a specific medical Newcombe problem- the chocoholic who suffers from migraines. Choco (as Price calls her) may believe that craving chocs is a symptom of Migraine onset and that whether or not she succumbs to temptation is irrelevant to the outcome. However (this is the Newcombe aspect of her dilemma) refusal to eat the chocolate may be proof that she isn't in Pre-Migraine Syndrome and thus has a bearing on whether she suffers the migraine.
The problem with Price's analysis is that it doesn't look at experienced changes in the level of chocolate craving- i.e. it throws away relevant information- and thus is itself irrelevant. In fact, an actual migraine sufferer- or a guy trying to quit smoking, or ordering phall curries, or booty calling fat chicks- has to learn to monitor and manage changes in craving levels rather than how to perform some Bayesian type of cost benefit analysis or complicated Game Theoretic calculation.
Since laymen only interest themselves in Philosophy to the degree that they are struggling with the condition of being unlaid, it follows that Huw Price can't save evidential decision theory by an appeal to Agency- not even an Escort Agency- because fat chicks do too deserve love.
Mind it kindly.
I don't think you understand what supervenience means in Philosolphy. What is this sentence supposed to signfiy?-
ReplyDelete'The fact is, it is never possible, on a sufficiently fine-grained theory of the world, to determine that any occurrence is truly 'Past'- which also means Gibbardian 'hyperstates' and judgments made by 'hyperagents' have no road to supervenience with respect to 'prosaic factual properties'..
Are you really saying Time does not exist for people? That we can never tell if x happened before or after y?
If so you should come clean as some sort of Mayavadi. If not and you are only saying that there is some uncertainty at the margin then your argument is nothing more than 'well, our concepts aren't a perfect fit with physical reality because our Science and Technology still have a long way to go.' This isn't a philosophical argument, it's a nihilistic argument put forward by a fool. 'The Doctors don't know everything- therefore they don't know anything. Yet they get fat salaries while I have to clean toilets.'
I mention cleaning toilets because you have said that was your profession and it may be that this doctrine brings comfort to you. But it certainly isn't an argument an 'intelligent layman' (laid or unlaid) would make.
The supervenience element in Gibbard is perfectly sound. What you have written is nonsense.
I'm not a 'mayavadi', a term you probably don't understand.
ReplyDeleteI think Gibbard's hyperagents change their decision only when prosaic facts change so that is the basis of a supervenience relationship. Am I wrong? If so, do explain why.
My claim is that, for the sort of decisions Gibbard is looking at, finer grained theories of the world upset that supervenience relationship. Why am I wrong?
I believe that any Agency which has evolved will be robust to changes in prosaic facts because there are many good reasons for a sort of inertial buffering such that changes in the information set don't automatically change decisions.
You point about Doctors and janitors misfires. Doctors save lives, what they do isn't a wank. This is not true of Philosophers.
Incidentally, I didn't boast of being a toilet cleaner but mournfully reported my being eased out after the Toilet in question won the Turner Prize and was appointed Cherie Blair's Style Guru.