Friday, August 05, 2005

Content Challenge Finis

Well, much as I've whined about the need to post every day for a month, I gotta say, I really didn't mind it at all, except for on the days when I went straight out after work and had to scramble to post before midnight.

It was a good idea. I don't know if I'll keep posting every day, or anything, but this exercise has definitely got me started thinking about just why in the fuck I started this ridiculous blog in the first place, and what exactly I intend to do with it in the future. David suckered me into this as a way to get comfortable writing (as we are both theoretically working on novels; interesting that mine is 7 pages long and his is a couple hundred) but I think it's pretty clear that that's not really what I've been doing.

I don't really have it in me to stay on top of politics enough to be another Atrios, and quite frankly, who needs another Atrios? Wouldn't it be much easier if there was only one decent political blog out there, so we wouldn't have to read thirty people saying roughly the same thing?

I don't think I have the storytelling thing down like the originator of Content Challenge, and that's not really where I wanted to go with this, anyway. I also don't want to feel like I'm trying to be that kind of writer, because I'm very much not; I am less interested in describing a series of events compellingly than I am in bitching about that series of events afterwards. So basically, this blog is a vent. Not always a successful one, and sometimes not even a necessary one, but there it is.

The thing is, that's not really what I want it to be anymore. Stream of consciousness is fine when no one's really reading it, but it's kind of a drag when you post just enough actual content that your friends start thinking they should read your blog to learn about your life.

So. Maybe I'll post tomorrow, maybe not. I'd imagine that, for a while, you can count on me to bore you senseless with litanies of automotive repairs.

Hooray!

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Guilt-Free Carnivorism

I've been sitting on this article for a while, having bookmarked it away in a folder full of news items that make me want to hold on a little longer, for the hovercars are almost here...

The upshot, for those too lazy to click through, is that the technologies that we are currently trying to harness to cultivate stem cells and skin grafts and so on, technologies that would be immensely helpful in a wide range of medical applications, could be brought to market much more quickly if only the meat-producing industries would jump on board.

Now, I will freely admit that I love me some meat. I am perfectly happy eating a wide variety of limpid-eyed barnyard pals, and I don't really feel all that guilty about it, because animal husbandry is one of the only reasons that civilization exists. I try to avoid getting into discussions with fervent vegetarians, however, because when it gets right down to it, in order to deliver me some yummy beef or pork or lamb or chicken, Wilbur's getting the axe (or whoever). It is easy to laugh a rugged, manly laugh at people that prevail upon you to feel guilty about something like this, in the hopes that their natural fear of lumberjacks will drive them to leave you to your bleeding carcass, but it's a bit harder to actually believe that they don't kinda have a point.

Add to this the fact that the meat industries are horribly corrupt and under-regulated and what regulations there are are massively underenforced, and add the fact that what these industries see as "efficiencies" are feeding dead livestock to live, um, livestock, and adding massive quantities of antibiotics to stem the rampant infections from keeping animals in too close quarters, and meat starts to not sound quite so appealing.

True, there are organic and/or conscientious ranches that graze their cattle and don't need antibiotics and don't give their cows hormones and don't feed them sheep, etc, but their beef tends to be a lot more expensive (although I don't mind paying for the higher quality, I tend to do it less than I would otherwise).

This Soylent Green method, therefore, rules. There is no crowding, there are no antibiotics, there is no cruelty. There is no need for huge wasteful ranches full of farting cows, there is no need to clearcut the rain forest for a burger, there is no reason not to make tiny local meat plants all over the place that each make a state's worth of meat in a room the size of a mall store. No more giant trucks, full of cows, criss-crossing the country; no more big-ass meat freezers, no more captive bolts, no more meatpackers falling to their deaths as they try to gut X cattle per hour.

The nutrients and fat levels could be controlled. Eventually, given a bit of artistry, they could probably even make meat that really resembles conventional meat; imagine the most perfect steak you've ever seen (vego-freaks, close your eyes, clap your hands over your ears, and go "la la la"); now imagine it 2" bigger in every dimension! Hooray! And even if that happy day is a bit far off, this synthmeat can be used to replace the low-grade meat scrapple that's in Chicken McNuggets, it can be used to grind up for hamburger, suddenly all the kids that are getting fat and lethargic because their harried parents can't get them to eat anything but McFood are DOING FINE; they can order the Chicken McNuggets with BBQ sauce and extra calcium!

Boy, do I want a steak to celebrate.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

(Insert Evil Laugh Here)

So who d'ya think I ought to inflict this on?

iPodBaby

I'm thinking: everyone I know who has recently spawned.

If Only This Constituted "Going Too Far"

Bush comes out tepidly in favor of teaching Intelligent Design in public schools, you know the ones, the ones that are funded by taxpayer dollars? The ones that are under legal obligation to maintain a separation of church and state? Yeah, those.

As the article says, Bush didn't seem eager to talk about the topic." No shit, huh? On the one hand, he's basically saying, "even though I have no idea what the fuck I'm talking about, I'm going to go on record as espousing the teaching of a non-scientific, Christian-theology-based 'alternative' to evolution" and on the other hand, I'm going to piss off all the fundamentalist nutbags that believe that the earth is 6000 years old. No wonder he's "not eager". But if only this would be the straw, you know the one....

PZ Myers is on the case, and on it hard, but this is still a pretty good example of preaching to the choir; most people don't really have a well-formed opinion on the theory of evolution, and it's not because they're stupid, it's because it hasn't EVER been prominently taught in public schools; I was very much interested in biology all through school, took AP Biology, was a Biology major at JHU, and while evolution was always underpinning everything as sort of a given, we never really talked about it at all. Everything I really know about evolution I have learned on my own, with perhaps a slightly too heavy reliance on Richard Dawkins (although he's widely held to be one of the two greatest writers on the subject). Intelligent Design, therefore, sounds like a neat idea, a helpful compromise between evolution, which is so overwhelmingly supported by reality that learning about it is a continuous series of "well duh" moments, and most people's vague desire to be good and believe in God because otherwise they have to have uncomfortable conversations with their older relatives. And as long as you don't delve into it, that's that. You can say you think ID sounds neat without comment from most people (it certainly sounds INTERESTING, but that doesn't make it science) and for the most part, people will either not want to contest your beliefs, thinly-held though they might be, or they'll be in exactly the same boat. Probably the only people that would really bother arguing with you on the subject are raving atheists who like to debate anything for any reason whatsoever, or diehard fundamentalists, who can usually be spotted by all the snakes they're handling.

In short, no way is this going to become a massive issue, because then everyone would have to pick sides, and to do that honestly, they'd have to examine the issues, and to do that, they'd have to read a lot of mostly dry technical stuff that might STILL sound good for pages and pages and pages; I've tried several times to read the ID Bible, but I just can't do it. It's not so much that it's awful, it's just that I know it's completely wrong-headed and proceeds from a belief in a Creator, so I spend all my time looking for signs of impending foolishness, and I can't concentrate (to be honest, I can't read Stephen Jay Gould effectively because his writing is so florid that I can't concentrate on his premises). And I'm actually deeply committed to knowing both sides of this issue, because, while actual scientists won't debate ID proponents for fear of legitimizing them, I will, gleefully, because the ones I come across have only a very casual opinion on the matter, and if I can convince anyone even to CONSIDER that they're on the wrong side of evolution, I feel like I've accomplished something. However, it's more than a little beyond me to expect people that don't really care about the issue to slog through hundreds of pages of non-fiction
Several years ago, when I worked in DC, I had a series of conversations with a very bright young intern who had gone to Frostburg, and who didn't believe in evolution. He said a couple of well-reasoned things about why he didn't believe in it, most of which were of the intuitive "it just doesn't sound right" variety, and I started there. He was under the very-widely held misapprehensions that:

a) Darwin and evolutionists say that humans are descended from monkeys
b) evolution is a process that drives towards increasing organismal complexity
c) if evolution were true, there would only be one perfect creature all over the world
d) there are no missing links, cats can't give birth to kangaroos, etc.

To start with the most widely held (a), evolution says that all life (bacteria, fungi, plants, AND animals) has evolved over millions of years from the earliest single-celled organisms, branching like a tree, some branches ending in extinction, some branches branching again and again, even occasional examples of branches reconverging. While mammals all share a distant source branch, cats and dogs and rodents and cows and primates all have separate, later branches, as lions and housecats and ocelots have, as apes and monkeys and humans have. While we share more earlier branches with apes than with mice (especially with chimpanzees and baboons), we end up on very different branches at the present, having diverged before cro-magnon, before neanderthal*, before australopithecus, etc.

Which brings me to (b); complexity is not necessarily rewarded by evolution. A highly specialized form, say, a bird with a long curved beak that is great for eating a particular sort of larvae, will perish if that larvae dies out. Meanwhile, alligators and horseshoe crabs and so on have not changed significantly in millions and sometimes hundreds of millions of years, because there has been no need. Humans are more complex than insects or sponges, but they are not necessarily more successful; it all depends on how you measure "success"; what I explained to my coworker is that the only way evolution measures success is "not extinct" which means that every organism alive today is EXACTLY as successful as every other.

c) this is actually very thoughtful; if you assume that "survival of the fittest" is all that evolution means, then you can logically proceed to the idea that evolution is a sort of finite contest in which one organism will beat every other in a Final-Four-like tournament, until eventually one will emerge as the bestest animal ever, and then "evolution will be over". However, what evolution really says is almost a tautology; the fittest could be defined as "the one that survives, regardless of reason, which means that it's actually "the survival of the one that survives"... what this means is that, you can have this great fucking animal that would totally sweep all the other animals, but then a meteorite hits and somehow this animal is more susceptible to that than all the other mediocre animals. Guess who survives? Not the Animal Of The Future, but the one that DOESN'T DIE. People understand this instinctively; why else would everyone joke about how, after the nuclear apocalypse, nothing will survive except Keith Richards and cockroaches? Cockroaches have never built the Parthenon, but they sure as fuck are hard to exterminate. The human mind, however, is taught that "success" is something that one can be proud of, not just a hardscrabble seat-of-pants squeaker victory that might not even be deserved. Evolution is an amoral process; it doesn't care who SHOULD win, it doesn't care about ANYTHING. This is actually my biggest problem with ID; how can you support a system in which the Designer decides who lives and dies, and this is what we end up with?

And finally, (d); there are PLENTY of missing links, there are PLENTY of present-day examples of beneficial mutations, there are PLENTY of examples of speciation and NO ONE ever said, not even saltationists, that evolution occurred in cat-to-kangaroo intervals. I am, however, too lazy to find examples of all these things, so I will merely direct the interested here and leave it at that.

In the end, I don't know if I convinced him of anything one way or another, but I did expose him to some ideas that he wouldn't've been exposed to otherwise, and he did think about them, and who knows? Maybe he did some reading on his own. I'll probably never see him again.

While I am completely against teaching ID in public schools, there IS a need for evolution and ID to become part of the public dialog, because then people will talk about them and come to their own conclusions. Some of those conclusions will be wrong, on both sides, but that's OK. No one said it was going to be easy, and no one said that we'd wake up and everything would be perfect overnight. But imagine a world in which mankind questions his superiority over every other living thing. Imagine what a difference a real understanding of all the implications of that might make. I can think of nothing finer.


* who are still held as possibly not even quite being Homo Sapiens

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Wheee

This is what this guy* would sound like if he were more of a bastard.


* who I might be concerned was dead, had I not seen him last Thursday evening

Um...

No.

Monday, August 01, 2005

I Am Old

So I may have mentioned that I was foolish enough to agree, a few weeks ago, to play soccer after work with some of my coworkers (it should be noted that the organizer coaches a girls' team for Loyola) and I have done so every Thursday since then (except the one on which I got my new job, because I knew I wouldn't be able to keep it a secret, and I didn't really feel like getting balls kicked at my head for an hour).

The first time, I thought I was going to die. I haven't played anything like soccer in years and years and years; the last time I played soccer on a bona fide team was about 20 years ago, and I was about a foot and a half shorter, and, it must be noted, a LOT better at it. But I struggle through it, kicking the ball hither and yon, occasionally even somewhere near where I intended to kick it, being gently ridiculed by my coworkers and one of the Loyola girls, who probably weighs about as much as my leg.

The next time, I skipped out, but the next week, on the HOTTEST DAY OF THE YEAR, like a fool, I played. If it could be called that; it was mostly a lot of sweating and falling down. It would appear that the only skill I have retained since my heyday (if it could be called that) was that of being able to flail my feet around unpredictably until whoever had the ball didn't have it any more. I didn't really have any control at that point, but if there was someone on my team nearby (which there usually is; we all pretty much stand around until the ball comes to us, then we kick it away as hard as we can, hopefully with the illusion of intention) hopefully they'd score.

So that's all fine. The problem is, the first time, I hadn't really moved around all that much, just mostly shuffled from here to there and periodically exerted myself marginally, occassionally falling down in a dramatic and risible fashion. Two days later, I realized that I had pulled every single muscle in my body, and spent the weekend whimpering and self-medicating. The following outing, I didn't feel quite as old and broken, and so I played a little more actively, and the following time that much more. Each time, two days later, the pain and whimpering and self-medicating. Each time I felt a little more capable of exertion, and each time I overexerted myself just enough to feel exactly as badly as the time before.

Then some ass decided to switch it to Monday, and so I played today, and it was nice out, more or less, and I had a lot of time to stretch, and so I felt yet more capable than ever. I was not. I did, however, execute some nifty plays that garnered grudging approval from the coach guy (who routinely gives me a hard time for being old and whiny, and is the only one with cleats) so that was good. Then I decided to turn it on a little bit, and ran some, and fell some, and gratuitously fouled some, and generally fucked up my right ankle. Right before we left, I decided that it'd be cool to try a slide tackle (I had gotten off a nice and largely accidental head that resulted in an assist, so I was feeling all Pele-like) so I did, knocked the other guy ass over teakettle, bruised the shit out of my elbow, and utterly failed to prevent the goal (which is OK; if we kept score, it'd be something like 200-195 every time).

A handful of Advil later, and the pain was barely tolerable (caution: hyperbole). I believe the Advil is now wearing off. Also, I am running a fever of 99 degress, which, for someone who normally runs about 96.8 (that is not a typo), is a low-grade fever. I am, of course, convinced that I am going to die. I have 5 sick days left, and if I don't use them before I leave, they're gone, but I 'm not sure I want to spend the rest of my time there being mocked for being a giant wussball. Although I suppose they do that anyway. Eh.