Stop Abusing Quantum Physics

Quantum this, quantum that. Everybody loves a quantum, right? Because probability versus certainty so anything can happen, and nothing can be observed without the observer changing it, and it’s just so profound, you know? All that relativism and possibility!

Except it’s not a metaphor. Quantum physics isn’t some marvelous set of life principles you can scale up to living room size. It’s science stuff, which means that all that probability and uncertainty is actually really, really precise and strict.

(Same reason we don’t have giant spiders: they don’t scale up. They breathe using body surface, and surface area increases at a lower rate than volume. You’re welcome.)

Follow the bouncing ball

Let’s start with the whole thing about how observing something inevitably changes it. People looooove to make this one into a metaphor about how we all see things differently, how no two views are the same, blah blah blah.

But it’s actually a pretty straightforward concept: the way you observe something in quantum physics is to bounce something else off of it. And when you do that, you change the direction and velocity of the first thing. It’s like trying to figure out how big and fast a baseball is, and what direction it’s going, by throwing a basketball at it in mid-flight and seeing where the basketball goes. There’s nothing really profound about saying that hitting a moving baseball with a moving basketball changes the trajectory of both. There is similarly nothing really profound about saying that bouncing an electron off a photon changes the trajectory of both. (Being able to do it and measure it is pretty darn cool though.)

Scientist doing quantum measurements.

That’s really all we’re talking about here. Nothing mystical. Nothing about how we feel inside. Just that bouncing one thing against another thing affects both things. In the real world we know, this is how we look at stuff: photons bounce off the stuff, causing changes (which are small and hard to notice but can have visible effects over time like fading a work of art), and then we get hit in the eyeballs with the photons. For a thing to be observed, it has to interact with other things. Physically. And physical interactions cause change. This isn’t a metaphor for how Democrats and Republicans really need to come together and talk it out.

Probability not

And the probability stuff? The notion that everything is always fluctuating anyway, coming in and out of existence, so anything is possible? Well, theoretically. But the probability of a bunch of particles conspiring to turn your Ford Focus into a Tesla is so vanishingly small that, while not impossible, it might as well be. Quantum physics won’t get you washboard abs or pay off your student debt. It could, but it won’t.

Jerk.

And if you think that somehow you’re going to magic quantum mechanics into doing your bidding by using your superhot thought waves, go back to the first part of this post. If your thought beams were a real thing (they’re not), you’d be flinging basket balls at baseballs. You would be changing things in the physical world. You know, the way people at a Tesla factory do. No magic in that!

But of course none of that is happening anyway. Deepak Chopra is lying to you.

So please, stop using quantum mechanics as a metaphor for relativism or probability. It’s stupid and inaccurate and it makes the particles mad.

Every Artist You’ve Ever Loved

You have to be bloody-minded, and you have to be awkward. You have to be, like, “I’m doing it like this.” It doesn’t matter what everyone’s saying it should be like. Every artist you’ve ever loved has done that.
– Richard Russell 

The Moon over Korea

On a cold winter night in Seoul, my Korean scientist friend pointed to the full moon. “They say the moon over Korea is bigger than the moon over the US,” she said. “What do you think?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s the same moon on either side of the planet,” I said. “Our people have been there, and there’s only one.”

A while later, she brought it up again. “You know that on the Korean moon, there’s a rabbit making tteok [rice cake].”

“Yes,” I said, “I know that story.”

“So what do you have on the moon in America?”

“We see a face.”

“Aha!” she said. “So it’s not the same moon.”

Cows, chickens, and hay

Some time before, this same Korean scientist had drawn a picture for me on a Post-It note — a cow, a chicken, and some hay — and asked me to group two of the objects.

I could see what was being asked: Westerners like myself would be expected to put the cow and the chicken together, using categorical logic, while Asians would group the cow and the hay, giving primacy to the functional relationship. (A contrarian American friend put together the chicken and the hay: “I just think chickens would enjoy playing with hay.”)

Checking to see if there was any research behind this sketch test, I discovered The Geography of Thought: How Asians and Westerners Think Differently…And Why, by Richard E. Nisbett. Nisbett starts with truisms about East and West: the East is Confucian, focused on interrelationships, and sees the world as fluid and complex; the West is Greek, focused on individual objects and abstract principles, and sees the world as governed by discernible laws. What sets his work apart is that he then tests these ideas with cognitive psychological research, discovering actual, measurable differences in the ways that East Asians and Westerners — mostly North Americans — see and understand the world.

Motivationally speaking

Recently, my team at Samsung electronics moved to a new department. In our first meeting with our new manager, he pronounced himself “worried” about the quality of our work and what would be needed to improve it. And that was about it. Meeting adjourned.

From a Western perspective, the meeting was frankly bizarre. It was helpful, then, to have read Nisbett’s account of a study of motivational effects that was conducted in the United States and Japan. Subjects were given a task to complete, then given feedback: positive, negative, or none for the control group. The study measured performance and persistence on a follow-up task. Among the Americans, those who received positive feedback were most successful on the second task, sticking with it the longest; negative feedback was demotivating. But for the Japanese, the effect was the opposite: positive feedback was a license to slack off, while negative feedback was an opportunity to prove oneself.

You can see this divergence in popular dramas, East and West. Americans love the narrative of a loser who becomes a champion when a great coach teaches him to believe in himself. You can see versions of it in Rocky, The Karate Kid, Stand and Deliver, The Empire Strikes Back, Kung Fu Panda. Korean dramas often start with a humiliation by the big boss, in which the main character is belittled and dismissed. The humiliation serves as the motivating engine for the protagonist’s drive to succeed in the end. (And sometimes to marry the big boss; a Korean Karate Kid would’ve had a lot less Mr. Miyagi and a brewing romance between Daniel and Johnny.)

Restoring truth, restoring harmony

That’s not to say that you can just dismiss negative feedback from your Asian boss. Sometimes you really are being told that you’ve done badly, and you need to take it that way. But even then, there can be a different understanding of what it means to give and receive negative feedback.

In the West, when your boss yells at you — or, more likely, has a civil talk with you about your performance — there’s a kind of back and forth. At least formally, there’s usually an opportunity for you to speak up for yourself, to defend your performance or to talk about what might be causing you to fall short. Social realities notwithstanding, there’s a kind of shared understanding that what you and your boss are after is truth and justice: honest information about what’s wrong so that it can be made right. The discussion has the atmosphere of a trial: there could be an acquittal, or possibly a punishment. If there’s no action taken, the implication is that the trial’s not over. That’s what makes these conversations so uncomfortable.

A couple of months ago, our team had a meeting like that. Our manager asked us how things were going, told us we were making too many mistakes, exhorted us to try harder, and then added that we would no longer have QA oversight to help prevent the mistakes we were making too many of. To me, this was profoundly disheartening, and for a while afterward I felt sick with worry. I had trouble sleeping. Were we on probation? What consequences might be looming?

Around that time, I was lucky to have as a house guest a Swiss friend who had lived for some years in Korea, pursuing a master’s degree in traditional music performance and embedding herself in the very traditional world of Korean shamanism. She told me about a time when she’d received a dressing down from the head of her academic department. “You just sit there and listen and don’t say anything,” he’d instructed her, which she pointed out was actually helpful: she was being taught the Korean way of handling negative feedback.

A couple of weeks later, she ran into his assistant, who asked how she was doing, and she told the assistant that she was upset and shaken, worried that the department head was still angry at her. “Oh, no!” the assistant said. “He already talked to you about that. It’s finished.”

From an Asian perspective, what needs restoring is not truth and justice, but social harmony. When something has gone wrong, the senior person needs to reassert authority, and the junior person needs to reestablish humility. As the junior, your job is to sit quietly, listen to whatever’s said, and promise to do better. (“네, 알겠습니다. 앞으로 열심히 할게요. Yes, I understand. I will do better in the future.”) Together, you restore balance and harmony.

That’s why, from the Asian perspective, it made sense to take away our QA oversight. As a Westerner, I wanted the ongoing measurement. Good or bad, it would help us to restore truth and justice. That’s because I was locating the problem in our performance. But our managers were locating the problem in the disruption of harmony between management and workers. The situation could be smoothed over by taking away the disruptive measurement. If the mistakes we were making had been causing serious problems, this might not have worked, but the reality is that, like a lot of things we get invested in at work, these mistakes didn’t matter all that much. A Westerner would want some ideological justification for downgrading their significance, but for Asians the social value of the downgrade was more than enough.

Meeting in the middle

The need for harmony is also helpful in understanding how Samsung tends to respond to customer complaints.

In any big company, you’re going to get customer feedback, and some of that feedback will be produced by idiots. At Google, we would assess incoming customer issues, and at times we would determine that a given customer complaint was simply wrong. No action was needed on our part.

That’s not how it works at Samsung. The first instinct isn’t to assess the complaint on the merits. That’s Western thinking: abstract the issue from the one raising it, look for fundamental principles, make a logical judgment. Instead, the first instinct at Samsung is to find a middle ground. Can we bend to the customer a bit? There’s much less sense of a broader right and wrong. Instead, the goal is to see things both ways and move closer together: harmony.

I find that this approach is also important in working with others internally. In a Western company, a kind of debate-style approach was a reasonable way to discuss choices about design or language: we could ask dialectical questions and try to come to a better understanding of what was needed. At Samsung, I’ve discovered that my counterparts aren’t very good at that kind of discussion. There’s a lot more deferring to authority — we want to do it this way because the VP likes it — and a much greater discomfort with pointed questions or outright contradiction.

The art is to discover a middle ground that my Western mind can accept. And having attempted it for a little while, I’m much more aware of my Western tendency to jump to categorical right and wrong before it’s warranted. We Westerners tend to stake out positions and defend them, and it’s hard for us to show up the next day and admit that we can see, with a little distance, how our initial judgments were perhaps too rigid. We insist on reasons for backing down, and they have to be case-specific reasons, not social-field reasons like deference to authority or keeping the peace. It’s the American version of saving face, but I’m not sure it has much relevance in Asia.

Rabbits in motion

These different ways of seeing things — Western, categorical, abstracted; Asian, situational, interrelated — explain why Koreans have a different moon. The Western moon has a face that’s just a face and nothing else. The Korean moon is more complex: there’s a rabbit in motion, though we never see the motion; that’s something you have to infer. The rabbit is making tteok, an act of transformation — rice into rice cake — that mirrors the moon’s ceaseless cycling. It’s also a social act: rice is communally planted and harvested, and the making of tteok is a community affair. To see a rabbit making tteok is to see a web of connections, interactions and transformations. The moon is never just the moon. Everything exists in relation to everything else.

For an American, much of the fascination of living in Korea is learning to see these threads of interconnection. To get there, we have to judge less, let go of our craving for absolutes, and be willing to hover in a kind of no man’s land of uncertainty that feels very unnatural. But if you’re willing to endure the dark for a little while, you may find the Korean moon surprisingly illuminating.

An Open Letter to the Dogs of Southeast Asia

DON’T SLEEP IN THE ROAD.

DO NOT.

BAD DOG! BAD DOG!

OK, I realize that’s a pretty harsh way to start. But I want to make sure you’re listening. This is serious. The other day while I was driving around Bali, I saw one of you dead and bloody in the street. Another dog was howling nearby. That’s what happens when you hang around in the road and aren’t careful.

Look, I get it. The road is flat, smooth, warm, dry. It’s a great surface for lying down on, if you’re a dog. And everyone passes by, including all the other dogs. If you’re looking for the spot in town where you can smell everyone, without the smells getting all overwhelmed by soil or banana trees or whatever, the road is totally the place to be.

But you know who else thinks the road is totally the place to be?

CARS.

Cars are big and they move fast and you’ll die if one hits you. And I know you think you’re getting out of the way fast enough, but you’re not. We’re hitting the brakes to avoid hitting you. Your brain is obviously evolved for jumping out of the way of things that move slower than cars, and you’re not so good at judging how fast cars are, or how fast you are in relation to cars.

So STAY OUT OF THE ROAD.

Yes, you have to cross at some point, and like the chicken, you have your reasons. Look both ways and go. You’re usually OK if you remember to pay attention. And I accept that when you’re on your way from one place to another, you’ve got as much right to use the road as anyone else.

Things get bad, though, when you start to relax in the road. It’s worse when you’re with your friends. Someone nips someone else, there’s a yelp, you get startled and you jump backwards — and backwards happens to be out into the middle of the road. Where the cars are.

Or there’s a sexy dog hanging out by the road, and you figure the thing to do is hump. Well, good for you. I’m sex positive, and that goes for dogs too. But the road is not a safe place to do it. (Sir Paul McCartney, the reason why we don’t do it in the road is because cars go there, and you can die.)

But, you object, you’re not really in the road, so much as just chillin’ on the edge of the road. What’s so bad about that?

But the roads in Southeast Asia — the ones where you dogs hang out — aren’t exactly the Autobahn. Shoulders, if they exist at all, are narrow. Turns are tight. And we drivers might have to swerve over — even off the edge of the road — to avoid oncoming trucks and SUVs. And there you are, napping in the sun. And I’m slamming the brakes, trying not to kill you, and hoping the dude on the motorbike behind me is paying attention, because I don’t want to kill him either.

This might all sound like blaming the victim. But the roads were built by people so that cars could go on them. That’s just how it is. Cars are big and fast and they go in the road and they can kill you.

So where should you sleep?

This is Southeast Asia. There’s always a temple nearby, and temples, like roads, tend to have nice flat paved areas where you can lie down. Probably interesting food smells, too, and the smells of all the people and animals who pass by. I’ve seen lots of dogs sleeping at temples, and they seem pretty happy with it. It’s OK even if you’re an atheist. You’re a dog, too, so the priests and monks are probably going to leave you alone about your beliefs.

(I realize this temple advice is less useful in the Muslim countries. If all you have is mosques, you’re out of luck, because you can’t sleep in a mosque if you’re a dog. But then there are a lot fewer of you living in Muslim areas anyway. Malaysia stood out for being mostly dog free.)

So, to sum up:

GET OUT OF THE ROAD!

Good dog.

An Open Letter to the Dogs of Southeast Asia

DON’T SLEEP IN THE ROAD.

DO NOT.

BAD DOG! BAD DOG!

OK, I realize that’s a pretty harsh way to start. But I want to make sure you’re listening. This is serious. The other day while I was driving around Bali, I saw one of you dead and bloody in the street. Another dog was howling nearby. That’s what happens when you hang around in the road and aren’t careful.

Look, I get it. The road is flat, smooth, warm, dry. It’s a great surface for lying down on, if you’re a dog. And everyone passes by, including all the other dogs. If you’re looking for the spot in town where you can smell everyone, without the smells getting all overwhelmed by soil or banana trees or whatever, the road is totally the place to be.

But you know who else thinks the road is totally the place to be?

CARS.

Cars are big and they move fast and you’ll die if one hits you. And I know you think you’re getting out of the way fast enough, but you’re not. We’re hitting the brakes to avoid hitting you. Your brain is obviously evolved for jumping out of the way of things that move slower than cars, and you’re not so good at judging how fast cars are, or how fast you are in relation to cars.

So STAY OUT OF THE ROAD.

Yes, you have to cross at some point, and like the chicken, you have your reasons. Look both ways and go. You’re usually OK if you remember to pay attention. And I accept that when you’re on your way from one place to another, you’ve got as much right to use the road as anyone else.

Things get bad, though, when you start to relax in the road. It’s worse when you’re with your friends. Someone nips someone else, there’s a yelp, you get startled and you jump backwards — and backwards happens to be out into the middle of the road. Where the cars are.

Or there’s a sexy dog hanging out by the road, and you figure the thing to do is hump. Well, good for you. I’m sex positive, and that goes for dogs too. But the road is not a safe place to do it. (Sir Paul McCartney, the reason why we don’t do it in the road is because cars go there, and you can die.)

But, you object, you’re not really in the road, so much as just chillin’ on the edge of the road. What’s so bad about that?

But the roads in Southeast Asia — the ones where you dogs hang out — aren’t exactly the Autobahn. Shoulders, if they exist at all, are narrow. Turns are tight. And we drivers might have to swerve over — even off the edge of the road — to avoid oncoming trucks and SUVs. And there you are, napping in the sun. And I’m slamming the brakes, trying not to kill you, and hoping the dude on the motorbike behind me is paying attention, because I don’t want to kill him either.

This might all sound like blaming the victim. But the roads were built by people so that cars could go on them. That’s just how it is. Cars are big and fast and they go in the road and they can kill you.

So where should you sleep?

This is Southeast Asia. There’s always a temple nearby, and temples, like roads, tend to have nice flat paved areas where you can lie down. Probably interesting food smells, too, and the smells of all the people and animals who pass by. I’ve seen lots of dogs sleeping at temples, and they seem pretty happy with it. It’s OK even if you’re an atheist. You’re a dog, too, so the priests and monks are probably going to leave you alone about your beliefs.

(I realize this temple advice is less useful in the Muslim countries. If all you have is mosques, you’re out of luck, because you can’t sleep in a mosque if you’re a dog. But then there are a lot fewer of you living in Muslim areas anyway. Malaysia stood out for being mostly dog free.)

So, to sum up:

GET OUT OF THE ROAD!

Good dog.

Hanoi Lecture on Jewish Childhood

Bangkok, Thailand

For those of you who have asked, here it is: video of my lecture in Hanoi. If you don’t speak Vietnamese, it might be slow going, but you get to experience it pretty much as I did.

I’m grateful to Catherine Yen Pham for the opportunity to share positive aspects of Jewish culture with the Vietnamese community. Catherine is doing extraordinary work to reimagine what childhood education can be in Vietnam — to bring compassion and creativity and peace to a new generation — and I am glad to be able to contribute to her efforts.

The videos are below, and here’s the full playlist.

Committed

Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back; always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation) there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would not otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance which no man would have dreamed would come his way. I have learned a deep respect for one of Goethe’s couplets: “Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it! Boldness has genius, magic, and power in it.”

Willam H. Murray, The Scottish Himalayan Expedition, quoted in Happier by Tal Ben-Shahar

Joining the match in progress

In the kitchen closest to my desk at Google, there’s an ongoing chess match. Anyone can walk by and make a move, and a game accumulates.

Yesterday I was contemplating a move when someone else stopped by. “Sometimes I show up and there’s, like, and exposed queen or something,” he said, “and I feel bad taking it. Like, I didn’t earn that.”

What my companion had stumbled on — along with a poorly played chess move — was a good metaphor for the experience of privilege: we drop into a game that’s already being played, and some of us discover that there are pieces just waiting for us to take them, while others find that we’re already down a couple pawns and in a terrible mess.

To put it another way: some of us are born forked, and some of us are born forking others.

We should be cautious about taking too much credit for finding ourselves in a good position, or casting too much blame on others for being in a bad one. Some humility is called for, and some compassion.

Life, however, is not a game of chess — the metaphor only goes so far. We can do our part to improve the board for everyone, and we should do what we can, even if we make just a few moves in a much larger game whose beginning is lost in time and whose end we will never see.

Goals

Beware of looking for goals: look for a way of life. Decide how you want to live and then see what you can do to make a living WITHIN that way of life.” — Hunter S. Thompson