if i am right for the wrong kinds of reasons does it still count as knowledge?
Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2023 6:26 am
so??
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If I remember correctly, Newcomb arose one morning and simply could not decide which shoes to wear. Normally, he would have just put on his favourite pair of shoes, but it was raining and they let in water. His other pair, which he was not nearly so keen on, were quite water tight, however. Newcomb had an important appointment that particular morning, and wanted to look his nicest, so he really needed to wear his best shoes, but he hated having wet feet; hence his paradox. Newcomb's appointment was at his bank, where he urgently needed to secure a loan, and he knew that the manager of the bank was very fastidious regarding personal appearance, so attending the meeting wearing the right shoes was of critical importance. Newcomb struggled with his dilemma over a cup of tea and two very crispy pieces of toast, with butter and marmalade. No sooner had he popped the last morsel of toast into his mouth than the answer came to him in one of those insightful flashes of clarity that are often preceded by a civilised breakfast. Newcomb walked to the bank in his waterproof shoes, and then quickly changed into his best ones before stepping into the manager's office, where he successfully secured his much needed loan. There was an unfortunate twist to the story, however. In his joy and relief at getting his bank loan, Newcomb forgot to change back into his other shoes for the journey home, and arrived back at his residence with very wet feet.
Sounds like you are intricately familiar with Newcom's life. Were you stalking him?Harbal wrote: ↑Thu Aug 03, 2023 11:27 amIf I remember correctly, Newcomb arose one morning and simply could not decide which shoes to wear. Normally, he would have just put on his favourite pair of shoes, but it was raining and they let in water. His other pair, which he was not nearly so keen on, were quite water tight, however. Newcomb had an important appointment that particular morning, and wanted to look his nicest, so he really needed to wear his best shoes, but he hated having wet feet; hence his paradox. Newcomb's appointment was at his bank, where he urgently needed to secure a loan, and he knew that the manager of the bank was very fastidious regarding personal appearance, so attending the meeting wearing the right shoes was of critical importance. Newcomb struggled with his dilemma over a cup of tea and two very crispy pieces of toast, with butter and marmalade. No sooner had he popped the last morsel of toast into his mouth than the answer came to him in one of those insightful flashes of clarity that are often preceded by a civilised breakfast. Newcomb walked to the bank in his waterproof shoes, and then quickly changed into his best ones before stepping into the manager's office, where he successfully secured his much needed loan. There was an unfortunate twist to the story, however. In his joy and relief at getting his bank loan, Newcomb forgot to change back into his other shoes for the journey home, and arrived back at his residence with very wet feet.
And that, in a nutshell, is Newcomb's paradox.
No, our relationship was platonic.Skepdick wrote: ↑Thu Aug 03, 2023 11:33 amSounds like you are intricately familiar with Newcom's life. Were you stalking him?Harbal wrote: ↑Thu Aug 03, 2023 11:27 amIf I remember correctly, Newcomb arose one morning and simply could not decide which shoes to wear. Normally, he would have just put on his favourite pair of shoes, but it was raining and they let in water. His other pair, which he was not nearly so keen on, were quite water tight, however. Newcomb had an important appointment that particular morning, and wanted to look his nicest, so he really needed to wear his best shoes, but he hated having wet feet; hence his paradox. Newcomb's appointment was at his bank, where he urgently needed to secure a loan, and he knew that the manager of the bank was very fastidious regarding personal appearance, so attending the meeting wearing the right shoes was of critical importance. Newcomb struggled with his dilemma over a cup of tea and two very crispy pieces of toast, with butter and marmalade. No sooner had he popped the last morsel of toast into his mouth than the answer came to him in one of those insightful flashes of clarity that are often preceded by a civilised breakfast. Newcomb walked to the bank in his waterproof shoes, and then quickly changed into his best ones before stepping into the manager's office, where he successfully secured his much needed loan. There was an unfortunate twist to the story, however. In his joy and relief at getting his bank loan, Newcomb forgot to change back into his other shoes for the journey home, and arrived back at his residence with very wet feet.
And that, in a nutshell, is Newcomb's paradox.
No, but marvelling at your own unappreciated "wit" is certainly yours.