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Monday, July 16, 2007 

Category: Web, HTML, Tech

This blog is now officially dead. I'm moving over to Wordpress. I count on my faithful minions (you, that is) to follow me over there.I will still have my MySpace profile here, so you won't have to delete me... but the blogging will take place over at

http://gfgb.wordpress.com/

See you on the other side.

 

Monday, July 16, 2007 

Category: Web, HTML, Tech

Now this was cool... I'm being censored in China. How the hell did that happen? Whatever it is that I have written, it's obviously considered unfit and subversive for the Chinese populace. Fear me, mortals - for entire governments tremble at my words...

Sunday, July 15, 2007 

Category: Religion and Philosophy

I know it's been a year of atheism so far, with both Hitchens & Dawkins topping the NY Times bestseller list. Still, I was more than a little surprised when I was reached by the news that the Ned Flanders of athlethics now considers himself an atheist. After an entire career of living, breathing and eating sports, Jonathan Edwards got the chance to reflect over his life and values. To some athletes, this new void in life proves devastating. Edwards instead managed to turn it into a quest for himself, and a questioning of the faith which had been an all-too-integrated part of his life and identity. The interview betrays an unusually probing and sharp mind for an ex-athlete, who just happened to take a break from reasoning while the quest for results filled his mind.The following quote may be the most interesting part of the entire interview - it really betrays his unconditional honesty.

"If there is no God, does that mean that life has no purpose? Does it mean that personal existence ends at death? They are thoughts that do my head in. One thing that I can say, however, is that even if I am unable to discover some fundamental purpose to life, this will not give me a reason to return to Christianity. Just because something is unpalatable does not mean that it is not true."

Now that's what I'd call balls. I'd certainly answer "no" to the first question - just because there is no teleological, externally imposed "meaning" to life, doesn't mean that we find it pointless. Quite contrary, there is plenty of meaning in a godless universe - to do good, help other people, raise a family, share life with the one you love, see the world, marvel at the beauty of nature, and just plain enjoy the only life we'll ever have.

I wish Jonathan all luck in discovering that meaning, and relishing his newfound intellectual freedom. A world devoid of fictional, malicious entities is indeed way more joyful than its demon-haunted opposites.

Friday, July 13, 2007 

Category: Religion and Philosophy

I'm really not that much for going all Christ-bashing (heck, there are plenty of things more interesting in life than this particular brand of religion). I usually only write about it when it intervenes with any other topic of real interest - natural science, history, sociology, psychology or comparative religion. This, though, was just too absurd to leave out.

The topic this time is religion and reproductive health - to be more specific, contraceptives. Far from all Christians have a problem with contraceptives. The infamous views of the Catholic Church are well known, but a few evangelicals and fundies share the notion that contraceptives are sinful as well - not in accordance with the Divine Order of every Christian family having 7 children each (remember the Python skit?.

Anyway. If you're staunch about such a position, it might lead to some really bizarre situations - and this is where our tragic protagonist enters. 40-year old evangelical male, father of three. Has used contraceptives in the past. Now his wife has come to the conclusion that this is sinful. She is in her forties, has already had three C-sections and is afraid of complications if she were to get pregnant again at her age. Most importantly, she just doesn't want to have another baby. Thus, she has given him an ultimatum: No sex until he gets a vasectomy.

So far, nothing very strange. Vasectomy is an excellent and pretty much fool-proof birth control method. If anyone for some reason would choose that over other contraceptives, I really don't give two shakes about it - regardless of how esoteric the reasons may be.

But here, the crucial issue arises. He concludes that his god, pathologically obsessed with wee-wees as he is, considers it sinful to get a vasectomy as well. Thus, he won't. His wife stands by her word, and this puts them in the following dilemma:

So it has now been 15 months since we have had sex or even done much in the way of snuggling. It's not that we don't want sex. She has said several times that she didn't sign up for a sexless marriage. But even more than she wants sex, she doesn't want another pregnancy, another delivery, and resetting the clock for being a stay-at-home mom.

The lack of sex has been a wedge between us. The chemical thing that happens to your brain during sex to boost the emotional bond between a couple -- that's supposed to help sustain a couple in through the stresses of living together, but it's not available to us.

I'd like to reserve the comment box for this entry for those Christians who believe that contraception is a sin, to suggest solutions to my dilemma: How do I protect my wife from a dangerous pregnancy while avoiding the sin of abstinence and the sin of contraception?

Oh. My. Fictional. God.

Guess what? There is no ******* solution. If you put your absurd interpretation of a collection of Bronze Age mythology before the love of your wife, to the point of destroying your marriage, there is really no solution to it. And none - none - of this domestic tension would have taken place at all, if you hadn't been so goddamn stuck-up about this. Frankly, I do not pity this man at all. I pity his wife, the victim of his obstinate abstractions, and his children, who may soon have to face the divorce of their parents due to the silliest reason in recorded history. But I do not pity him. Anywhere. It's his bed.

Friday, July 13, 2007 

Category: Religion and Philosophy

Glenn M Miller may be an evangelical Christian, but I seriously doubt it - he's really way too funny and literate for that. Besides that - unlike some ignorant jerkwad fellows of his, he doesn't pretend to know any biology, but sticks his apologetics to the area of philosophy. Actually, I almost refrain from calling his writings 'apologetic', even if that's precisely what they are - his brutal honesty and actual contextual understanding stands out pretty clear from most of the idiocy presented in the genre. I really don't understand why a mind a sharp as his stays with a frame of beliefs which only shackles and limits him - had he been able to break free from the debilitating shackles of doctrine, I would probably have found his writings on religion to be nothing short of interesting.

Anyway - that's not the major reason to stop by his site. The major reason is the 'Comic relief' section, which contains some of the best lightbulb jokes I've seen so far. High nerd factor though - You'll probably only be able to enjoy them if you find the premise of a gag like "How many Gnostic Apocrypha Writers does it take to change a lightbulb?" promising. Some easier-to-digest favourites:

Teleology of Chicken and Road

Monolithic Biavicide

Husserl's Seventh Cartesian Meditation

 

Thursday, July 12, 2007 

Category: News and Politics

Well, seems like the Islamic tin foil hat regime of Iran has done it again. We've seen them embarass themselves in front of the whole world before - whether it has been grotesque statements on other Middle East countries, or slightly unorthodox interpretations of Western cartoons. Creative as they have been in the past, their recent antics may very well take the biscuit. 

Police in Iran have recently taken 14 intruders into custody, suspected for espionage. Nothing strange in itself. The combination of a looney anti-semite of a president and a stubborn reluctance to turn down their nuclear programme have put the nation at odds with both the UN and NATO, and espionage isn't any less of a reality these days than it was during the cold war.

It's just one thing. The suspected spies are not British or American. In fact, they're not even simian. They're squirrels. No, not in any poetic sense - it is really those furry little tree-dwelling rodents which can be found all over the world. The squirrels were reportedly caught while trying to cross the border from Iraq into Iran, loaded with eavesdropping devices. There is no telling yet if the police harbour any suspicions of anti-semitism against the fluffy nut-munchers, but it's probably just a matter of time. Is it just me, or are these people getting even more paranoid over time? 

...

While we're at it anyway, I just found another contemporary Iranian classic. In this lecture to Revolutionary Gard officers, an Iranian film critic tells the true message and symbolic behind various American blockbusters, such as Goodzilla and Jurassic Park - with an interpretation which makes the previous Tom & Jerry skit seem mundane and down-to-earth. An interesting intersection of a paranoid mindset, but believe me - you never thought of the reason why the Alien's blood is green...

Wednesday, July 11, 2007 

Category: Religion and Philosophy

...this is pretty much it. They're perfectly right, though. The openness of the mind is indeed inversely proportional to religious zeal. Still, I'm rather bugged about the fact that children are inoculated with a doctrine which causes both general peamindedness and intellectual dwarfism. Church Sign Generator has gathered some more real-life absurdities here.

 

*Yet accept the existence thereof... the world doesn't need atheist-led pogroms any more than religious ones.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007 

Category: Life

The Spanish Slug (Arion lusitanicus). A highly weedy species, and a likely survivor of a future mass extinction. 

 

This is probably one of the single best scientific essays I've ever read. David Quammen has interviewed paleontologist David Jablonski of University of Chicago on the cycles of mass extionction on the earth, and the scenario which is likely to procede the next one. The essay begins with the premise of rapid extinction -species are going extinct now at a rate matched by only a few instances in the earth's history.

This elevates the perspective, and our place in the earth's history, to the epic scope. As some of you already know, extinction and speciation come and go in cycles. The earth has seen at least five Extinction Level Events (ELE's) - cataclysmic events caused by natural catastrophes, where a large part of the contemporary wildlife is eradicated. Those we know of now are the Ordovician, Devonian, Permian, Triassic and Cretaceous ELE's. The last one, usually referred to as the K-T event, is also the most well-known: the one which proved the demise of the dinosaurs 65 million years ago, and opened the way for mammals to fill the ecologic niches left by them.

So, most indicators say we've got prime seats for the next ELE scenario - actually, we're in the middle of it right now. The rate at which species are going extinct right now is only matched in the fossil record by these cataclysmic mass extinction.


So then, if we look ahead a little - how is the earth likely to look, say, a hundred years down the same road - with mankind only increasing in numbers, and both animals and plats going extinct? Which wildlife will survive this human-induced ELE?

The answer may surprise you, and you don't have to look very far to find them. Noticed the fly you just tried to swat? The rats you're putting out poison to stomp out? The doves that crap all over town?

Say hello to your new neighbors. These are the kind of animals we're likely to be left alone with.

This demands some explanation. Now, some species just seem extremely successful and hardy - able to withstand the most organized attempts at extinction. We often refer to them as pests, because they sucessfully compete with us and prey at human resources. Jablonski calls them weedy species, in the same sense as we talk of weed in the garden. So what is it that defines them? Quammen elaborates:

"What do fire ants, zebra mussels, Asian gypsy moths, tamarisk trees, maleleuca trees, kudzu, Mediterranean fruit flies, boll weevils and water hyacinths have in common with crab-eating macaques or Nile perch? They're weedy species, in the sense that animals as well as plants can be weedy. What that implies is a constellation of characteristics: They reproduce quickly, disperse widely when given a chance, tolerate a fairly broad range of habitat conditions, take hold in strange places, succeed especially in disturbed ecosystems, and resist eradication once they're established. They are scrappers, generalists, opportunists. They tend to thrive in human-dominated terrain because in crucial ways they resemble Homo Sapiens: aggressive, versatile, prolific, and ready to travel."

These are the species who are likely to survive a mass extinction. They're way more "extinction-proof" than the endemic, rare and highly specialized (say, dependent on a very specific climate condition or food source) species we tend to value.

Thus, these weedy species are the ones we're likely to be left alone with on earth.
As much as we hate them, these are our true competitors, and the true champions of nature - volatile, hardy and widespread survivors. The aga toads and wild rabbits (both introduced by humans) will roam the Australian countryside freely, only disturbed by the occasional pack of feral dog - and certainly without any trace of the long-vanished marsupial fauna which once competed with them. Insecticide-resistant lineages of the much-hated Spanish slug and Colorado beetle will continue to plague gardens and crop fields all over Europe. The occasional patch of rainforest, where once ape eagles, birds of paradise and parrots flew, will be filled with crows and house sparrows - the ground dominated by the hardy rodent cosmopolites brown rat, pacific rat and house mouse.

Insects? Tons, and tons of them - although not the spectacular, beautiful brands we see on nature programmes. I'm afraid you've already guessed what will come of the house fly and banana fly...

And of course, there will be bacteria and virii. Only seeing the omnipresent macrofauna and spectacular megafauna, we tend to forget that the arcetypical organism on earth still is single-celled, and often bacterial. They were here first, and they're likely to be the one to leave last - long after the earth is uninhabitable for any multi-celled organism.


So, will this bleak vision of pests, weeds and patches of green be the end of life on earth? Is this what it will be like for the rest of our planet's history? Have we humans signed the death warrant of life?

Of course not. That would be to overestimate the roles of humans. We are not the crown of any creation, nor the teleological goal of evolution. We are but a very successfull branch on the tree of life, the one among a number of hominid species and sub-species which actually made it to world domination - in a way which is unprecedented in the former history of the planet. But that doesn't mean that life stops and starts with us.

The earth may look like a rather desolate and washed-out place when our menace is over - lacking in biological diversity, and only filled with weedy, generalistic species. But do remember - this is what happens in every extinction.

Remember what happened in the K/T-event, which snuffed out the dinosaurs. The only species which did survive were the weedy generalists: the small, rodent-like mammals, the birds, and a few others. All the diverse and specialized fauna of the earth hail from these hardy survivors.

In the same way, the future fauna of earth will decend from the generalists who survive us: the rats, the pidgeons, the house fly. They will provide the basis for future speciation, when the ELE of human rampage has either come to a complete end through our demise, or gone through a population bottleneck so severe we cannot afflict the same amount of damage on nature.

It takes a while for evolution to "branch out" after an ELE - Jablonski estimates 5-10 million years in general. Then, we will be back at a scenario quite similar to before humans rose to prominence on earth. Quammen concludes:

"Still, evolution never rests. It's happening right now, in weed patches all over the planet. I'm not presuming to alert you to the end of the world, the end of evolution, or the end of nature. What I've tried to describe here is not an absolute end but a very deep dip, a repeat point within a long, violent cycle. Species die, species arise. The relative pace of those two processes is what matters. Even rats and cockroaches are capable--given the requisite conditions; namely, habitat diversity and time--of speciation. And speciation brings new diversity. So we might reasonably imagine an Earth upon which, 10 million years after the extinction (or, alteratively, the drastic transformation) of Homo sapiens, wondrous forests are again filled with wondrous beasts. That's the good news.".

Wednesday, July 11, 2007 

Category: Art and Photography

As if there wasn't already enough homo-erotic allusions going on among straight males in the skeptic/atheist/science geek community (and on this blog) to rival Turbonegro, here's proof of a rather unexpected gay icon of the late 19th Century - Mark Twain. I have no idea whatsoever to why it was taken - and god forbid, but I think he's posing. He did take the time to groom his Glenn Hughes handlebar tache, too. Now, if I could only find an equally compromising picture of Nietzsche*, we could probably frame the entire history of Western literature as one big flamboyant gay orgy, reaching all the way from the Greeks to Oscar Wilde and Habermas. Then we'll just stuff it into a cheap paperback and go blockbuster. Heck, both Behe and Dan Brown pulled it off...

*as if this one wasn't enough...

Tuesday, July 10, 2007 

I'm not a fan of Justin Timberlake myself (he would definitely count among the 'guilty pleasures' in the former post), but the fact that he actually did this SNL skit last Christmas shows a willingness to take a piss at himself and the genre which is virtually unpredecented in the world of boy bands.

I didn't find out until quite recently he did the song again a month later, complete with boxes and all - but in front of a few thousand young fans at Madison Square Garden. Needless to say, this could put him at odds with the profitable and potentially conservative parents of said fans - but he did it anyway. I'm actually quite impressed he had the ba... er, guts to do that.

But from Justin, to the meme itself. Of course, this was not where it all died. Things don't die on the internet - they simply mutate. The SNL skit was followed up by rather crude female response, aptly named My Box in a Box. And if this viral wasn't weird enough, Keith Olbermann filled us in on all the details. Perhaps internet virals are the solution to future news drought? I would definitely prefer it to the dreadful prospect of a future where the unified idiocratic efforts of Paris and Perez are ruling the ether...