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Personal thoughts--Religion and lack thereof [Jun. 1st, 2009|10:58 pm]
[mood | peaceful]

I'm kind of surprised by how quickly I've moved from being nonreligious into pretty settled nonbelief. It's been on my mind a lot, especially since, once you start walking around thinking of yourself an agnostic/atheist (a distinction I'll return to later), you VERY quickly start seeing how much religion and irrationality permeate American culture. I am an extremely introspective person by nature, and I'm even faintly troubled by how I seem to have taken to this like a duck to water. Ironically, I'm wary of unexamined beliefs, and I'm unwilling to be hypocritical as to my own.

I went to church as a kid, lost my religiosity when I was 18, but I kept believing in god for the next twelve years. Up until a few months ago, actually. I've a co-worker who's a committed god-botherer, who home-schools his children because, apparently, public schools are only good for teaching things like liberalism and evolution. What could I do but promptly up my intake of science and evolution books, podcasts, and personal research. I do like to leave evolution books out on my desk for all to see, of course.

The more and more I learn about our universe and life on our planet, as a result of this, the more aware I’ve become that no aspect of existence requires any sort of god to explain it. In effect, science asks the question, "if we take as a hypothesis that a universe contains no god, no supernatural influence whatsoever, that it came into existence and continues to exist under knowable laws, in what ways would it be different than our own?" The answer, thus far, is "none at all."

In fact, if we were to assume that universal laws allowed an omnipotent being to create and design life, to set the heavens in their course a bare handful of millennia ago, to intervene at need based on the supplication of its inhabitants, that the laws and characteristics of such a universe would actually be measurably different from what we observe. While one cannot DISPROVE the existence of god, there's no reason to think that the converse is true. God could easily prove itself, were it theoretically inclined.

To me, the only theistic hypothesis that makes sense is to believe that god created the universe and everything in it for the express purpose of actively deceiving its inhabitants as to its nature, and this seems to me cruel and pointless. Bill Hicks said it first and best: "Dinosaurs? 'God put those there to test our faith!' Doesn't it bother you...that GOD...is F***ING with your head!?"

The only other theory that seems to me at all plausible is what’s termed “God of the Gaps,” wherein he invisibly works in the gaps of scientific knowledge, tweaking and influencing but leaving no fingerprints behind. But, this kind of thinking doesn’t give god much elbow room these days. At this point he has one foot in the first few seconds after the big bang, and the other in the origin of self-replicating organic chemistry. Everything else has either been placed firmly in the realm of the known or is being so furiously researched that there's emphatically no need to give up and ascribe it to god--there's no reason to assume such things are UNKNOWABLE. But if science gets asymptotically close to proving the utter materiality of the universe, and god is pushed further and further back into the ineffable, and what's the functional difference between that and atheism?

That's kind of one question I've been mulling over. There is an entire spectrum of irreligiosity, from a very weak agnosticism barely more skeptical than "spiritual but not religious" to the hard-core denialists. I know where I stand--while absence of evidence is not evidence of absence, it still leaves no affirmative reason to believe a god of any kind exists. I choose to forgo the emotional and existential comforts of belief. I could be wrong; my beliefs could be disproven at any time. I doubt my co-worker could say the same. And honestly? It's not a belief. It's just taking the null hypothesis on the god question.

I find the question of the Gold in the Dark to be particularly compelling. All of us humans are in a dark room, filled with heavy, metal objects, searching for the one lamp or candlestick or bookend which is made of pure gold, with no way to know whether what we hold is or isn’t of value. I wonder—why should we be convinced that there is one to be found? Because we are told as children? Because we are afraid to leave the room empty-handed? I don’t know that there is one, or that they aren’t all gold. There’s no way to know, and I find it actually rather soothing not to stress out about what can’t be resolved.

Technically I suppose that makes me an agnostic. Up until a few weeks ago, I'd have agreed--the question of god is unknowable. But there's a social aspect of it as well--tell someone you're agnostic, and they assume you haven't made up your mind yet. I'm not ambivalent; I'm just not playing the game. Nobody ever asks you "Do you believe there is no God?" (A: I don't know.) It's always "Do you believe in God," which implicitly asks "Are you on my side of the belief question, since if I didn't believe in god I'd have no reason to ask you." To say "yes" is false. To say "no" is to be contrarian to society and culture.

I'm actually considering a tattoo. Unfortunately atheism has an unavoidable dearth of iconography. I want something to stake out my position. Richard Dawkins is actually sponsoring an "out" campaign. The parallels are hilarious...nobody ever asks a person "are you heterosexual." It's the default assumption until indicated otherwise. I am starting to understand why some gay people are "flaming." Maybe they're not wanting to recruit (and how do I hate that homophobic accusation) or to flaunt, they just don't want to be assumed as something they're not; they don't want to "pass," as it were. I don't want to pass as a theist. I'm actually worried about coming out to my parents, religious as they are. I'm sure they must have some idea, but we haven't talked about it. (Truly, truly funny parallels.)

Don’t get me wrong, you can’t swing a dead cat in skeptical circles without hitting atheists who are elitist, confrontational, rude, embittered and did I mention elitist? I don’t want to be that, even though I have taken offense from time to time. Most recently I called out my own aunt in front of everyone for forwarding around a religiously-themed email glurge which concluded by saying “if you agree forward this, but if you disagree I don’t want you to reply, just delete it.” Talk about hypocrisy. But I really don’t want to be “that guy.” I have a position that I have arrived at through much thought and consideration. (What a theist would invariably call “through much prayer and contemplation.) I want others to allow me to be content with it, but also that they would know it about me and that I’m not simply on the fence about this, or that they’re likely to get me to come around. I think if you’ve got a scarlet “A” on your arm, that doesn’t bespeak a wavering conviction.

I still haven't settled on the tattoo idea, until I'm done thinking critically about the subject in the first place. (In addition to my philosophy that body alteration of any kind deserves long reflection) I think the reason I'm wary of myself is that it is difficult to subjectively tell the difference between my own thoughts and a nonrational CONVERSION EXPERIENCE. I've always accepted science as valid. I've never believed, even as a child, in the literal truth of scripture. Skepticism seems natural to me, and since I've stopped trying to sustain an unsupported hypothesis on the god question, I feel like I can finally breathe. Ironically, the sensation when I contemplate that our planet, life, humanity itself is incalculably small, accidental, and finite--I feel a sense of peace and tranquility that I used to call "the presence of God."

But religions and novel belief systems have a tendency to make people's minds "click" into new modes of thought. Evangelical Christianity absolutely uses it. Everything about "letting the Savior into your heart" and "accepting Christ" is designed to trigger that personality shift. They don't believe that it's psychological; they believe that God himself is literally tinkering with your mind and your heart. That's why they liken it to being born, only, you know, "again," since you're already walking, talking and whatnot. Incidentally, cults and fringe religions like Scientology that depend on recruitment do the same, some of them with unsettling sophistication.

I don't want to "snap" into atheism, I want it to be the logical conclusion of a lifetime of experiences and a valid body of scientific, verifiable knowledge. I have no intention of being born-again godless. I don't feel the need to proselytize (except inasmuch as I'd like to be respected for my nonbelief. The only "belief" system that polls worse than Islam among Christians is mine.) In the final analysis, I suppose that my concerns may be somewhat exacerbated by the territory I find myself in. Perhaps it's not too much to reserve a bit of skepticality about skepticism, and to be a bit agnostic about Atheism. I could do worse--I doubt very much that a Christian convert worries overmuch about internal contradictions of the Bible as they sit down to doggedly read it front to back, or if a Scientology recruit questions the wisdom of signing checks to pay for the self-help classes.
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(no subject) [Apr. 24th, 2009|04:22 pm]
It frustrates me that an unstated major premise of evolution deniers seems to be that Evolution promotes atheism. Or, to couch it in their terms, Darwinism is immoral.

It drives me crazy for two reasons. The first is of course, that it's not true. I'm not trying to say anything new here, by the way. This claim has been debunked for a month of Sundays, but we have to keep repeating it for as long as the lunatics keep up their diatribes. Science, by definition, is atheistic and materialistic. But as loaded as those two words are, where science is concerned they're not capitalized. It means that science makes no claims about the divine or the supernatural, for or against. It just doesn't enter into consideration, because it can't ever be proven or disproven, absolutely anything can be (and in practice *is*, quite frankly) attributed as "well, God made it happen." Science just doesn't go there. It does make claims about what is known and has been tested to be true. No more, but certainly no less. If religion was content to restrain itself to matters of the divine and the supernatural, without regard to the realms of what is knowable, heck, I might still be religious. The problem is that religious people have an irritating tendency to try and inject religion into realms where it is, if not disproven (which is impossible) but at least in opposition to that which has been proven and is known to be true. Small wonder, then, that higher education correlates to a declining adherence to religion. Science doesn't generally (I'm looking at you, PZ and Richard) go out of its way to start fights with religion, but it's bloody well willing to finish them.

The second reason that the Atheism=immorality canard drives me crazy is also that it's demeaning and insulting. I watched a YouTube clip yesterday of the great Richard Dawkins on the O'Reilly Factor. Bill O'Reilly (ad hominem argument deleted) asked, or rather, simply opined, "You claim that religion is a bane of society. I would claim the opposite, that atheism is a bane on society, that Hitler, Stalin, and Pol Pot were atheists and killed millions of people." (Let's play Name The Logical Fallacy!) Dawkins responded that Hitler was raised Catholic, and that it wasn't on behalf of atheism that these men commited their crimes. I don't think that was wise, because O'Reilly, and really many of his ilk, are bullheadedly impervious to direct counterarguments.

What I have been wanting to say since my first sentence is exactly *why* atheism is not tantamount to immorality. As far as I'm concerned, Atheism has the capacity to be one of the most purely moral and ethical creeds the world has ever seen. The reason is that human life is *finite.* An atheist cannot set fire to a church of heretic belief and justify it by saying "kill them all and God will know his own." We cannot commit sins--yes, sins--against our fellow humans and appeal to divine forgiveness and remission of iniquity. Who we are and what we do is all that we have. Any life is precious and irreplaceable, and to take a life, or to allow another to suffer is a cruel and tragic waste. Human beings are what we are, and I have no doubt we will still have wars for all the good and bad reasons we always have. But we would have one less reason--atheists do not kill their fellow human beings on behalf of a god which does not exist, or for a creed which needs no converts.

"Aha," says the pious man, "but if every life is precious, then how can you justify abortion?" We don't. Atheism is not a creed which makes things easier, as it would if, say, we were washed clean by the blood of Christ. It is a demanding set of morals which demands knowledge and facts. One fertilized egg cell is not a person. Nor is a blastocyst, nor can a fetus the size of a lima bean think, feel, or suffer. It is not as simple as saying that life begins at conception. There is a continuum of developing and flowering personhood, and at no stage is it a decision to take lightly. But surely, sooner is better than later? It is no surprise to me that we have no shortage of laws and requirements designed solely to introduce delay into a woman's decision not to remain pregnant, adding months or weeks onto a decision already stressful enough without piling on.

Atheists disdain the display of the Ten Commandments, or the (biblically-discouraged) promotion of public prayer. But speaking for myself, I very much think that we must, we *must* teach our children to prize honesty, honor, integrity, and compassion--above all, that we should love one another. Is it not enough that these virtues be taught for their own sake? These morals need never be parsed out of any book, riddled with inconsistencies, or to be selected out of other exhortations to enslave or kill other human beings. They need never be explained away as the product of another age or cultural context. When I say that atheism lends a certain purity to its moral and ethical codes, I don't mean to say that there are never shades of gray. But what I do hold is that atheistic morality is much clearer and simpler--suffering is bad, life is precious, and we know to a great many decimal places exactly how close we are to each other.
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Five different thoughts--- [Feb. 26th, 2009|04:08 pm]
Directions: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

per [info]gislebertus
Knox College
A small, liberal arts college situated about halfway between Chicago and St. Louis, as the crow flies. In many ways a fantastic environment for learning, the best and happiest four-year block of my life. Melancholy, these days, because I wound up with rather less than I'd hoped to show for it all, and because I didn't focus on it as much as I should have. Its influence on me is a *huge* part of my adult personality, as were the interpersonal experiences I had there. (in both the straightforward and euphemistic sense.)

Agent Jenkins
I'm sorry that The Atrocity Archives was not on my radar at the time I was playing this guy, because that book is unbelievable source material about how the Technocracy exists and the necessary role it plays, in a very friendly, affable and self-aware voice. Quite simply, the Traditions don't have the resources, the intelligence, or the organization to successfully combat every extradimensional horror that comes knocking on the doors of reality, and to boot, the spread of their paradigm would simultaneously make the walls thinner and give keys to anyone who wanted one.

I basically wanted a foil so as to take the piss out of the Technocratic bogeyman that is written into the core setting, and as a hook into a larger plot that I never got a chance to see play out. Plus he had some tender feelings for Chandra Storm that would have gotten his ass erased pretty fast, even as he wanted to bring her in from the cold and put her and her friends to work. Which made me laugh my ass off a couple of years later once Agent Parker came into play.

St. Ann, Missouri
God, you want me to write about this? You're hitting both the best and good lord, the goddamned worst years of my life. I was struggling financially, going through a string of unstable and crappy jobs, and was pumping emotional capital into a doomed relationship that was, at best, like a shitty car that hemorrhaged every conceivable automotive fluid and was always broken down no matter what parts you tried to fix.

I was in such a bad way that the notion of "hey, I could enlist in the Army--sure, they'll promise me the moon and sixpence, a shot at officer candidacy, when in all likelihood they'll hand me a rifle and drop me in Fallujah, but if I live at least I'll have job security and health insurance" sounded like an improvement. Thank god that the antidepressants I was on for the same reasons put the kibosh on that plan. I've never needed pills to be happy after I moved out of there. Strange, innit?

World of Warcraft
I still play, I still have a ball with it, and it's got a depth of complexity and strategy that I didn't find in City of Heroes. I play on a server where I don't have to worry about some middle-schooler with more free time and a better ping is going to stab me in the face for giggles, and I run with a tight-knit, very focused crew that is currently murdering the hardest Big Bads in the game on a fairly regular basis.

All that said, it is a pasttime. And I do everything I can to make sure it takes a backseat to relationships, getting out with friends, and having a life in general. As of Monday, I'm basically giving it up for nine weeks, and I don't expect I'll miss it overly much. (read: I can quit anytime I want!)

A certain Colibri cigar lighter
A more elegant and stylish lighter I've never seen...its sounds, motions, and quality are second to none. I tried to find a picture of it on the web, but nothing of that design unfortunately..

I'm kind of sorry I wound up with it, but I do keep it in a very safe place until the opportunity presents itself to return it to its owner.
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Saudi Arabia called, they want their stereotype back [Feb. 17th, 2009|05:55 am]
On one hand, I want to laugh my ass off.

On the other hand, it makes me sick, because I know the Hannitys and Limbaughs and Coulters of the world are going to have a motherloving field day with it.

Founder of Islamic TV station accused of beheading wife
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Help needed [Feb. 15th, 2009|06:34 pm]
anyone have any pics with a decent shot of [info]halaku? Nothing important, just to show someone.
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Ooogh [Feb. 15th, 2009|03:17 am]
[mood | awake]

No more cappucinos at 8:30, doesn't matter how good the restaurant is.
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[WoW] Oh boy, no more of that. [Nov. 29th, 2008|06:04 pm]
Read more... )
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I have nothing to add. [Nov. 11th, 2008|05:59 am]
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Ah, the Constitution...we've missed you these eight years... [Nov. 10th, 2008|06:11 am]
So, when I read that Obama is reviewing every executive order Bush ever wrote, yeah, that's about what I thought too...

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President Obama [Nov. 6th, 2008|11:07 pm]
Something that pisses me off every time I hear it is this chestnut that Obama is a socialist. It’s like these rightwing dimwit voters who stuck their faces in front of a camera outside of any McCain rally had previously stuck their faces into one of three or for garbage bags inflated with different flavors of nitrous oxide. Only instead of laughing gas, it was vile spleen-venting asshole gas.

Obama’s a terrorist. Obama’s a muslim. Obama hates America. Obama’s a pinko commie socialist!

What is socialism? Well, to these people and thanks to the right-wing noise machine, socialism is any step on the slippery slope to communism and income redistribution, the same caricature that Ayn Rand lampooned in the figure of Robin Hood, robbing from the rich to give to the poor. I’m actually fascinated by this attitude. There’s a bumper sticker out there that says “Unless You’re Rich or Stupid You Should Be A Democrat.” But I see people like, god love him, Joe the Plumber, who seem to get upset about this not because they are wealthy, but because there’s some chance they might be, and they don’t want to be taxed when they get there. I have co-workers who voice aloud how much they hate Obama’s policies (no actual indication that he knows what they are) and I know for a fact that State Farm ain’t paying them a quarter of a million dollars. Joe the Plumber said he was considering buying a $250-280,000 business when he asked Obama about what his likely taxes would be if.

One of Obama’s few real gaffes of the campaign came during this micro-interview with the man on the street. For the last couple of months, everybody pointed to the phrase “spreading the wealth around” to accuse Obama of being a socialist, a modern-day Robin Hood who wanted to level the playing field with an economic bulldozer. I really wish he’d said something different, because it’s evident from the context that’s not what he meant.
“It's not that I want to punish your success. I just want to make sure that everybody who is behind you, that they've got a chance at success, too… My attitude is that if the economy’s good for folks from the bottom up, it’s gonna be good for everybody. If you’ve got a plumbing business, you’re gonna be better off [...] if you’ve got a whole bunch of customers who can afford to hire you, and right now everybody’s so pinched that business is bad for everybody and I think when you spread the wealth around, it’s good for everybody.”
That’s basic demand-side economics. In the past eight years, more and more of this country’s wealth has become concentrated in the hands of the super rich. This is a bad thing—-real incomes adjusted for inflation have actually gone down during the past several years. Middle-class prosperity will not come from a permissive business environment and a flatter tax curve. Rich people want to get richer. Big companies don’t want to make their employees prosperous, they want to pay the bare minimum, so they can maximize their profits, expand their operations and higher more people at the same lowest possible wage.

Repealing tax cuts gift-wrapped to the super-rich is not socialism and it’s not income redistribution. “Spread the wealth around” means letting ordinary people have a shot at the American Dream. It means a greater number of Americans not hand-to-mouthing it through life, which builds consumer confidence, allows for more disposable income, which allows capitalism to flourish. Some of these people seem to think that Obama's bound and determine to soak the rich to fund a program to cut a check to every homeless person who agrees to fill out an ACORN voter registration. It's patently ridiculous.

Why am I harping on this? Because the debate isn’t over. I wanted Barack Obama to beat out Hillary Clinton for the nomination because I thought she’d be hamstrung as President, that there’s nobody the right wing could possibly hate more. We all see how accurate that was. And honestly, there’s nothing that anyone can do about people with so much ugliness in their souls that they fear what they think they know about Obama’s race, religion, or “associations.” I think that maybe, just maybe, we might be able to get past four ill-chosen words to get people to realize that a middle class tax cut and a repeal of Bush’s tax cuts for the wealthy is actually a good thing with sound reasoning.
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Homecoming '08 [Nov. 1st, 2008|08:01 pm]
[mood | contemplative]

The last time I set foot on my college campus was Friday, July 27, 2001. I'd told [info]nabuchodonosor that I didn't want to see her anymore, and that was the day I'd gone up to pick up some things of mine that she still had. There's been a lot of highs and lows since then, not least that my love gave this poor fool another chance to find out what real love is. That is not the point of the story.

The point is, as I said earlier today, that my four years of undergraduate residency at the small, private, coed, liberal-arts college were certainly the four most intense years of my life, and in many ways the best years before or since. It was hard to look around, and see the high-water marks of my life, and wonder about what had happened since.

I visited the backstage of the theater department, site of moments of brilliant ecstasy and crippling envy. I visited the pottery studio, where my ludicrously tactile sensuality had its time of happy creativity. I saw from afar the outbuilding where I bent the rules to shoehorn more writing workshops into my class schedule than one person was supposed to be able to have in four years. I saw the building I lost my virginity in (not so memorable, actually) and other buildings where the sex was much better later on. Oddly enough, I didn't see anyone with whom I'd been particularly close, nor anyone who I'd really been at odds with (some of whom came up in the previous sentence too, now that I think about it).

With all its ups and downs, it's never been the same since, and since that time, I've seen too much and been too badly hurt to be as innocent and alive as I was back then. I visited all these small places, and found pieces of my heart that I'd left behind. And I found that they didn't fit anymore. That I'd never get them back.

I'm not sorry I went, and I had fun at various times. I'll have to do some real thinking before I go back again--reminding myself of the best shining time in my life makes all the regrets since then ache more sharply.
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[WoW] thoughts long delayed. [Oct. 28th, 2008|03:58 pm]
[mood | bitchy]

it's about Warcraft. You don't care. Really. )
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scary people... [Oct. 22nd, 2008|06:10 am]
[mood | (head cold)]

I realized something the other day. You don't have to look hard to see YouTube videos of McCain supporters saying some very frightening, ignorant, and bigoted things, and, watching them, I was always profoundly disturbed. At first I attributed this to some of George Carlin's trenchant observations.

"Think about how stupid the average person is, and realize: half of them are stupider than that."

"This country's filled with nitwits and assholes, you ever notice that? Nitwits, assholes, fuckups, scumbags, jerkoffs and dipshits. And they aaaall vote...You know the people on the Jerry Springer show? They are the average Americans. Yeah, below average can't get on the show. Below average are sitting at home, watching that shit on TV. Getting ready to go vote."

These people are idiots. They talk about William Ayers, Jeremiah Wright, ACORN, and then usually follow up with something nonsensical containing one or more of the words "terrorist," "socialism," "muslim," or the ever-popular "hates America" or simply "get a job!"

It baffles me that people can get their minds to a point where they can simultaneously hold the two mutually contradictory ideas in their head of "sitting U.S. Senator and successful Presidential Candidate" with "America-hating, terrorist-sympathizing, secret Muslim socialist." I watched this parade of dimwits and wondered how the denominator has gotten so uncommonly low. I don't mind one bit if someone votes Republican based on honest belief in supply-side economics, right-to-life, or even, god help us, "traditional marriage." Fine. Honest people can disagree. Seeing people coming out to political rallies based on hate and fear and ignorance, though, that's unacceptable to me. Like the icon says--Superman would never vote like that.

But I realized...all that is not all of why it disturbs me. I don't like what it indicates about America itself, and my place--me, myself, in the same big handbasket with these nightmarish caricatures of conservatism. If these people have such hate and fear about a candidate, what is it going to be like when people hold those views about a President? Or, for that matter, those who elected him? What will happen when all of this poisonous rhetoric turns onto the common liberal walking down the street? Especially given the right wing's propensity to advocate eliminating--permanently--those they disagree with.

I'm not about to get paranoid and think that the racists and homophobes and scarychristians are going to start throwing pogroms in small rural towns, but the fact that I can even contemplate the tiniest measurable likelihood of American fratricide is horrifying to me. That's what I was feeling, seeing these people. Not derision, not contempt, not even simple fear--but horror at what my fellow Americans can believe.
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Aie! I am defeated! [Oct. 13th, 2008|09:15 pm]
[mood | silly]

The Google-fu of [info]nabuchodonosor has beaten my Yu-tube Style!

Revenge shall be mine!



(in other news, the Magic Bullet [it's a blender, you pervert!] is awesome. Three scoops coffee ice cream, a splash of milk, and a quarter-cup of Kahlua. Niiiiice...)
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in no particular order... [Oct. 11th, 2008|12:17 pm]
Things which annoy the bejeezus out of me...

* Able-bodied people who stand motionless on the moving sidewalk at the airport. (Rarely encountered, naturally)

* People who stand motionless on the escalator. Don't these people have somewhere to be? They're just content to stand on the human conveyer belt like a half-assembled SUV. Move it!

* People who take the elevator to go up or down one goddamned floor. Get your fat ass up the stairs, it's good for you.

I'm actually in a pretty good mood today, but this past week was ten miles of bad road, and I had been meaning to vent.
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The hell with it... [Oct. 4th, 2008|09:58 am]
I had a thought to reword Jack Chick's "Big Daddy" tract into a parody, where an educated person takes apart the teacher spouting Intelligent Design theory, but...reading over the thing...I just can't do it. The strawman arguments in that thing are just too shallow to even invert, and an actual scientific explanation for the examples in the illustrations will take more space than I have to work with in the bubble that says "Lucy was just a chimpanzee".

I take solace that regardless of the number of religious fundamentalists and pseudoscientists who try and attack theories their minds cannot encompass, evolution happened, is happening, and will continue to happen long after they're all just another part of the fossil record. Not "believing" in evolution has about as much legitimacy as not "believing" in electromagnetism, gravity, or any other physical reality whose equations and underpinnings are too arcane for common consumption, but remarkably that people don't seem to have a problem accepting at face value.
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Public Service Announcment [Sep. 25th, 2008|05:21 pm]


Avoid this book. At all costs, do not be tempted by its elegant cover, by its antiquated red-dyed pages. Should you have already purchased this book, please locate your receipt and return forthwith to the foolish book peddler who so negligently allowed its sale.

Seriously. It sucked. Now, I've had books that didn't grab me, or that I put down and forgot about. This is only the second book where I actively decided to stop reading, close the cover, and take it back. I've read better D&D tie-in books.

I don't insist on one viewpoint character throughout a book. I will even tolerate shifting viewpoints within the same scene (I'm talking to you, David Weber.) But when you can't even track one character's perspective within a paragraph, I draw the line, that's bad writing. That's to say nothing of the shallow imagery, the implausible events (I don't care what species you are, you can't shoot a bow and arrow up at a castle defender while lying prone) or the basic failure to so much as hint that you're going to do something interesting with the monster-as-culturally-alien-protagonist premise. I'll tolerate mediocre writing if there's an interesting plot or premise (again, Mr. Weber) but this had literally nothing redeeming.

Eragon didn't suck this much.
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(no subject) [Sep. 19th, 2008|04:44 pm]
Today is the Third Anniversary of International King's Commissioner Day. This year I again cannot impress upon you enough the importance of capturing, trying, and hanging any individual whom you come across speaking like a pirate during the course of the day. These ignorant and reckless individuals represent a grave threat to the prosperity and very order of our society. They must be severely dealt with.

Do your part. Proudly hoist the colours of your sovereign and hang a pirate today.
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(no subject) [Sep. 14th, 2008|02:10 pm]
[mood | lazy]

The week so far:

(WoW) Sitting three hours outside the monster's lair because thirty people signed up for a 25-man event and the raid leader put me on the bench--Fail.

Breaking the molding on the corner of a wall during a stupid stunt--Fail.

Going to Lowe's for glue, putty, putty knife and fixing it better than new--win.

Pork loin dinner with locally-grown baked sweet potatoes--win.

Blackout curtains on the bedroom window which faces the brightly-lit parking lot--win.

[CENSORED]--win.


All in all, not too bad.
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Things which are so cool and blow my mind... [Sep. 6th, 2008|06:35 pm]
[mood | thoughtful]

Think back...your DNA, your genome, is an amalgamated copy of your mother and fathers, theirs is a copy of their parents, and so forth. A copy, of a copy, of a copy, of a copy. Ad infinitum.

If you were to drop in on an ancestor 10,000 generations ago, you might see an Australopithecine. Ten thousand generations before that, an ape that wouldn't look out of place next to a Chimpanzee or Gorilla. Which evolved from something likely arboreal, shrewlike. That evolved from a cynodont, a mammal-like reptile, and those were around before the dinosaurs. You're a direct descendant of a hairy lizard.

It doesn't stop there, rewind the clock and look in on your great^nth grandparents, and they're truly reptiles. Which evolved from an amphibian, which is an upjumped fish, which was spawned by a boneless, jawless tadpole which had the benefit of a supportive tube of jelly down its back. That likely evolved from a bottom-dwelling worm, which is looking pretty good next to the colony of ambulatory snot at its family reunion.

Every one of your quite-likely billions of ancestors, all of the menagerie on your family tree, not a single one of them, ever failed to get enough food, ever got eaten by a predator, ever tripped over a rock and died...before successfully reproducing. They might have died in childbirth, or they might have blown a blood vessel trying to lay an egg whose shell just wasn't leathery enough. Or they might have lived to see their offspring divide three or four other times.

It's all about reproduction. You die before you breed, your story is over. God draws a neat line through your name in the book of life, and all your genes, all your history dead-ends. Evolutionarily speaking.

This could be misconstrued as trying to convince my girlfriend she wants to have kids someday. Not so, we're human beings and the great thing about us is that we've got richer lives than that. A cabbage doesn't get much other than its own contribution to its species. In actuality, it's more like just wanting to organize my thoughts, that in the great game of life, whether you get your food by tearing it up by the roots, bringing it down on the wing, soaking it up from the sunshine or drinking the soil through fungal hyphae, it's all to the end of giving your DNA the luxury of its immortality. Once you accomplish that, your work is done. Some organisms take that literally--oak trees are notoriously absentee parents, shame on them. On the other hand, if you keep going, maybe you can breed again. Maybe you can invest time and energy into giving your offspring a helping hand. Every variation in between is out there.

You are the direct descendant of three billion years of successful eaters, evaders, defenders: they're called "parents."
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