A Moral question
Each weekday morning I can walk past the guy/gal handing out Free Newspapers (24 Hours/Metro) on the corner of Yonge/College. I am on my way to Ryerson to collect a free copy of the Toronto Star, which contains everything that 24 Hours/Metro contain and much more.
There is for me no value in 24 Hours/Metro. The Crossword Puzzles are too simple (he wrote, arrogantly).
On the other hand, I know from Conversations that these guys have to hand out papers until their stock is gone, at which time they can go home.
If on my way home I ask for one or two copies, then they get to go home just a little bit earlier.
What a Nice Guy I am!
But then, once I am home I will toss the paper(s) straight into the Blue Recycling Bin.
What a nice guy I am NOT!
What to do?
Amongst other things, I am fascinated by How The Mind Works – Steven Pinker has written an excellent book on this subject. Also how the eye works, and related issues.
The photo above was taken by me. It represents part of the page of a copy of The Toronto Star. Now I am not the world’s greatest photographer, and the light where I took the photo is shaky at best, and it was a Newsprint Photo to start with, although the original photo in the Toronto Star camera is probably half-decent, and the YouTube Video even more so, when it comes to clarity and resolution, not to mention the extra dimension of time.
That is, in the YouTube Video you will see the motion, the way the two suspects walk, rather than a Frozen, Static Posture.
So, with all those filters in place, I find it surprising that we humans can still look at a photo of a photo of a still from a Grainy Video and find ourselves able to say “I know that guy!”. Not with one hundred percent accuracy, but enough to narrow down a Police Search even further.
You can check this out yourself next time you are at a Crowded Event – a party, coffee in the basement after Church Service, a Convention or Networking event. Look at the backs of people’s heads, especially when most of the head is obscured.
Across a crowded room, at the far end of the room, we can identify a friend by a glimpse of about one-quarter of the back of their head.
I find that amazing.