Isaac Asimov wrote:
An amusing story (and I've heard variations of the joke), but has Asimov nailed what intelligence is all about? I don't think so. This story was just at square one - the difference between education and intelligence.
Gardner's theory on multiple intelligences (MI) makes a lot more sense, but that goes against the g factor (General Intelligence) theory.
Psychometricians work from two different kinds of intelligence: fluid and crystallized, others work from nine categories of intelligence: Fluid Reasoning; Acculturation Knowledge; Quantitative Knowledge; Short-term memory; Long-term memory; Visual processing; Auditory processing; Processing Speed; Correct Decision Speed.
With all these different theories, then Asimov's point still stands - he who makes the tests may be getting results that reflect their bias. And the correct decision isn't necessarily found through over-education.
Sometimes, there's a lot to be said for stepping back and reflecting on things, all in good time. Where one lacks in intelligence, wisdom can more than compensate.
Well, that's my idea anyway.
What is intelligence, anyway? When I was in the army, I received the kind of aptitude test that all soldiers took and, against a normal of 100, scored 160. No one at the base had ever seen a figure like that, and for two hours they made a big fuss over me. (It didn't mean anything. The next day I was still a buck private with KP - kitchen police - as my highest duty.)
All my life I've been registering scores like that, so that I have the complacent feeling that I'm highly intelligent, and I expect other people to think so too. Actually, though, don't such scores simply mean that I am very good at answering the type of academic questions that are considered worthy of answers by people who make up the intelligence tests - people with intellectual bents similar to mine?
For instance, I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car.
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I'd prove myself a moron, and I'd be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: "Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?"
Indulgently, I lifted by right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, "Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them." Then he said smugly, "I've been trying that on all my customers today." "Did you catch many?" I asked. "Quite a few," he said, "but I knew for sure I'd catch you." "Why is that?" I asked. "Because you're so god damned educated, doc, I knew you couldn't be very smart."
And I have an uneasy feeling he had something there.
An amusing story (and I've heard variations of the joke), but has Asimov nailed what intelligence is all about? I don't think so. This story was just at square one - the difference between education and intelligence.
Gardner's theory on multiple intelligences (MI) makes a lot more sense, but that goes against the g factor (General Intelligence) theory.
Psychometricians work from two different kinds of intelligence: fluid and crystallized, others work from nine categories of intelligence: Fluid Reasoning; Acculturation Knowledge; Quantitative Knowledge; Short-term memory; Long-term memory; Visual processing; Auditory processing; Processing Speed; Correct Decision Speed.
With all these different theories, then Asimov's point still stands - he who makes the tests may be getting results that reflect their bias. And the correct decision isn't necessarily found through over-education.
Sometimes, there's a lot to be said for stepping back and reflecting on things, all in good time. Where one lacks in intelligence, wisdom can more than compensate.
Well, that's my idea anyway.
Isaac Asimov was pretty smart.
ReplyDeleteI just watched Nadezeda as she was doing her calculus homework (multiplying complex numbers), while watching shortland street and talking to a frend on the phone all at the same time.
To my utter amazement she got all her multiplications correct.
Mind you I read about an autistic guy who could multiply 10 digit numbers in his head and produce the correct answer in matter of seconds but was totally disfunctional in other every aspect of daily life that really matters.
So that quirky trick of Nadia's may not translate into a useful talent.