Odds and Sods:
-Unbelievable rich-guy entitlement and douchery-borderline stalkerism. Seriously, this guy thinks a woman touching her hair entitles him to a second date. Wow. I expect manboobz to pick it up.
-It’s been that kind of week:
-Unlike Jennifer, I mostly don’t remember my dreams. Mostly I just scream myself into consciousness, shaking and sweating. But last night’s stuck with me.
Those plans I posted yesterday, I was planning to start working on elevations today. Although I find an intellectual satisfaction in developing efficient and workable floor plans and solving code issues, it is the third dimension where architecture becomes alive, and where most people think of architecture as Design. Also, I have lonks of fun doing it, and get my fingers all stained with the Prismacolor, Flair, and Sharpie markers I use. Even though I do most of my work on computers (as do most), I do preliminary planning and elevations by hand as it is quicker and more impulsive. More immediate. More connected. I was kind of looking forward to it, it’s the kind of thing I don’t get to do NEARLY often enough.
As a reminder, this is what my preliminary elevations look like:
Perhaps not as compelling as mikey’s hedgehog, but mine own.
So in my dream last night, I was going back to my old desk, my old light table, in my old boss’ office, the sociopathic Nazi boss. The desk was cluttered with trace and markers and colored pencils that he had been using for some design work (it wasn’t uncommon in that office to come in on Monday morning and find that he and/or his partner had commandeered your workspace over the weekend and made an unholy mess) He looked at me withut surprise, asked if I had come in to get caught up, and told me to start working.
So not only did I have to spend all kinds of time cleaning up his mess so I could work, I then had to design his project and still never got around to working on the elevations I had intended to get done.
I woke up exhausted. Well, at least I got those elevations started today.
-In a conversation today, bloggery archives came up, and I went spelunking through mine. No, you can’t see, they are lost in my trail of
abandoned historical blogs. I WAS SO ANGRY THEN! Besides, nobody needs to know how long I posted before anybody commented. But it inspired me to write this:
Check out these polling numbers.
Is it really possible that over half of Americans don’t believe in a widely accepted scientific principle?
Do they also believe that the Earth is Flat and the sun and stars revolve around us? What about gravity?
As a former member of the Discovery INstitute puts it, ID is “..an elaborate, clever marketing program…” and that “It’s pseudo-science… it’s laughable.”
It’s no wonder that America can’t keep up with science advances by India, Korea, and China. If there’s something on TV, it must be true.
Formerly, I felt that teaching ID wouldn’t be that big a harm; after all, teachers could teach that there’s no scientific basis AT ALL for the idea, and thus teach what the real scientific method is all about.
But after reading these numbers, I have to conclude that the children of these people may be too stupid to be able to make the differentiation; merely presenting the issue is admitting defeat.
As Dr. Davidson says in the above article, this isn’t about science, this isn’t even about evolution or truth. This is about tearing down evolution for religious reasons; for creating (even more) suspicion and doubt about scientific concerns, about creating just another inroad, another breach of the public wall for fundamentalist religion.
And America, apparently you’re stupid enough to fall for it.
[Edit] It’s even worse than I thought. The New York Times has fallen for it.
Is there any hope for America? apparently the only expertise we will have left is military technology, and the ability to export it by selling, as well as using it; and the ability to completely compromise human analytical capability through lies and marketing.
FOOLED YA! That was written 6 1/2 years ago. And it has only gotten worse. If I could go back and tell myself that the Republican candidates for Pretzeldent in 2012 would all be forced to disavow evolution in order to placate their base, I would have been skeptical. And then when I would have proven it to the 6-years-ago Me, that younger me would probably have killed himself. leaving there to be no Me of Now, able to go back to tell Younger Me about the Crazed Republican Party and making the whole thing impossible, so there you go. Time travel is impossible because the Republicans are too insane.
Hopefully, some of that made sense. If not, Tell Me How I Fucked Up This Time in the comment box below!
Whitman’s Samplers has a new, hip writer!
Font with an attitude. “SMACK. Like daffodils in motherfucking spring.” seriously. I have tried to stay away from that site, because I would like to retain SOME time-management skills, but I might as well give up and get sucked into the internet like that guy in Tron.
OK, one more. I think thudner linked to this elsewhere, but i saw it first at Sadlyville, as I recall. Louis v. Rick.
Enough of this bullshit. I’m gonna go get hammered with Papyrus.