Is not exactly my favorite holiday. (more…)
When someone asks me how many wives I have, I reply “I’m still looking for my first.”
The romantic chivalric tradition takes, or at any rate has in the past taken, the young man’s eye off women as they are, as companions in shipwreck not guiding stars.
–J.R.R. Tolkien
But … (more…)
Drudge’s headline for a story on how Oliver Stone and Hollywood are objecting to NSA surveillance:
Oliver Stone, Hollywood: 'Stop Watching Us'...
It’s a sentiment I can’t disagree with.
I am reliably informed by those who tell me they are smarter, that Science and Religion are mortal enemies and that Religion will be destroyed by Science. Since I am rather fond of daily grace as well as eternal salvation, this is a major bummer.
But now, it seems Science is having major troubles too. Everyone wants to be doing the new, exciting things, which means replication is falling by the wayside. No one has time for serious peer-review, so that is increasingly becoming a waste of time. The traditional gatekeepers, the journals, have just become a way to extort money at monsterous mark-ups.
A frighteningly large percentage of research can not be replicated. And it isn’t just soft targets like psychology either. This canker has infected all of our Science. It seems that even as we rely more on it, Science develops the character of an idol “whose image is in the likeness of the world, and whose substance is that of an idol, which waxeth old and shall perish in Babylon, even Babylon the great, which shall fall.” D&C 1:16
Science has spoken, and it has told us that Money buys Happiness. Who are we to argue with Science? I therefore encourage all those who patronize the Junior Ganymede to pursue wealth and earthly gain with all haste!
Wait… you have to spend it how? More blessed, you say? Well, that does make it a little more tricky for those of us fixated on ourselves.
From Rick Atkinson’s The Guns at Last Light, describing the French 2nd Armored Division on the eve of the liberation of Paris: (more…)
Though probably not as extreme as the engineers at Ground Zero for a high-altitude nuclear air-to-air missile test.
At that blood alcohol concentration, I’d likely be dead. She’s still conscious and talking. Even without the prior convictions, one could infer that this was not the lady’s first encounter with the devil liquor.