Running behind this morning. Adopt-A-Physicist is almost over and there are always a few students who don’y get their courage screwed up till near ending. I am still trying to get comfortable. Brrrrrrrrrr this morning and the weather beavers are foretelling solid phase dihydrogen oxide by Ice Cream day and I didn’t get waarmed up until motoring back from errands and got overhot.
On which thermodynamic nonsense, I note that the Bishop of Rome has announced to his religionists that physics is real, Big Band and Evolution are “true”, and the deity is not a magician.[Link] Not as neat as Albert but exceptional for a Bishop of Rome. May put him up with the guy who stared down Atilla?
I am not sure on the true part. I have always viewed truth as being a religionist thing, something beyond the capabilities and capacities of humans. Which sorta supports the idea but I still get uncomfortable when science is downgraded to true instead of accurate.
On an even happier note, Ralph Nader has announced that
“Well, Hillary is a corporatist and a militarist So she’s a menace to the United States of America.”
Nice that he either finally figured that out or screwed up his courage.
I am not a big fan of Mr. Nader. Mixed feelings. Comes from having three Corvairs and thoroughly enjoying all of then. Best cars I ever had. Even better than my TR-6 with seven forward gears. Yes, they were dangerous but all motorcars are. Not as dangerous as the drivers but put them together and they are weapons of mediocre destruction. But he has done good sense. And now this. First rate.
The Athens HS stabbing demonstrates to us that Helicopter Parenting is alive and pathological.
It also leads us to conjecture that we have too much capacity to move information and too little capacity for communication.
The political campaigning and its allegations of toadying to “special interests” teaches us that the evil that we accept within ourselves is unacceptable in others.
Off the Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill through the precipitation. Definitely a hat day!
Sparse. That’s the best thing about gym, when it occurs. Not many people. For some reason the bullies seem to go away and the good folk remain. Even the weight bouncers about today were good folk. And the cable feed went sowth about halfway through my session so the absence of distraction of the vapid sort was appreciated.
The Guardian science podcast was a set of interviews/discussions with psychologists who specialize in humans who suffer from delusions of alien abductions, vampires, ghosts, and such. There were even a few slights about religionist superstition. Well placed. Sadly there was no real discussion of how to rid society of these nut cases.
But the high point was a National Public Radio podcast about the slide rule.[Link] Sadly, the pony to poo ratio was very LOW. There was some museum curator from the wonk schule on the Charles who was prattling about the slide rule angst among engineer students taking exams. And the whole attitude was rather poor and frivolous.
I have discussed slide rule previously but it is worth visiting again. I got my first slide rule about seven or eight, as I recall. I make this point because by the time I got to college my slide rule, which I could not use openly without derision from the cool kids – the jocks and cheerleaders, was a comfort, not a source of stress. Rather the opposite. It was a familiar tool that I could trust without cognition.
I suppose if I had been handed one as a freshman, never having seen before, and told to learn immediately to crunch numbers there might be some stress. I do not take direction easily. It is evil. But none of the people I knew were uneasy about slide rules. Many of us had brown up with them. In fact, they didn’t bother to teach slide rule in high schule because so many already knew and the ones who didn’t were destined for bogdom anyway.
And I rather take exception to the implication that the slide rule disappeared overnight once the nerd calculator was introduced. Technocratic prevarication! Electronic calculators had been around for years but weighed and bulked their own table. The first portable calculators were strictly add/subtract/multiply/divide so they could not replace the slide rule. The first nerd calculator, the HP-35, introduced in 1972, was a replacement but was so expensive that no student, nor professor, could afford without a gifting. Only corporate nerds could afford them. I was working for the Yankee army before I got a nerd calculator issued me, and HP-55, and it was late in my graduate schule attendance before I could afford a personal machine, a TI that felt like a cheap occupied Japan imitation of an HP. My first personal HP was an HP-25 and it was a marvel and a delight. But I still had a slide rule in my center desk drawer when I retired. For some things it was faster than a calculator. Even an RPN.
So as usual, NPR vertically copulated.
Fawg season has arrived. Second day. Run off the road to Castellum SCP twice by pickup truck road hawgs wanting the whole road. Not a bad session at gym however. Listened to some blather on podcast about the psychology of Dostoevsky inferred from his novels and biographies. Rather a pile of poo with scant pony. The best offerings:
There is no such thing as a moderate addiction;
Adult = Child + Puberty.
The latter was a telling argument for why we should do better as parents and indeed upholds the advocacy of one of my colleagues, Magnetic Inductance Force, that reproduction should only be allowed under license and licensing should be based more on how good a parent one would be than one’s genes. There is a wrinkle on what the penalty should be for unlicensed reproduction. I think I favor the discorporation of the miscreants approach.
Speaking of discorporation, I noted on the electromagnetic audio-visual receiver (visual only) in the gym that the female lead in “Welcome Back Kotter” has discorporated from cancer. This saddens me a bit. The program was excellent, notably the last thing Travolta did that was even good, and the female lead was hideously under-appreciated.
Once more to the boundaries! Of week out that is. Air temperature markedly increased. Executed constitutional with only a light jacket and a glow-in-the-dark boonie hat. No, not a Daniel Boone fur hat, a jungle hat except it’s made of eye-burn-orange cloth that glows nastily in reflected illumination. That’s so I can be seen by any others, especially highly strung out young women with pepper spray. Or electron accumulator wands.
On the subject of crazy in the dark I ran across a few articles. First, an article about the maths knowledge/skills of biology graduates. [Link] The simple result is that they aren’t calculate. In fact, they’re something of order sub-high schule in such.Which isn’t a surprise to me since I have had to deal with biology acalculates for years. And yes, that is redundant. The distressing thing is they brag about it. Makes them almost as bad as bogs.
Next, an article [Link] maundering about whether ‘digital’ magazines are dead? I find the adjective odious. The magazines are not themselves digital. A better designation would be eMagazine or some such but then one expects stercus from WIRED. What is worse is that the piece is an apology for eMagazines being slow. No wonder. Not many people want them. I don’t. I know that isn’t very sustainable but that’s it. Even though slablets satisfy Gullidge’s Manifesto that you be able to take the reading to the entropy cellar with you, I don’t find them utile. And I want something I can get back to and fundamentally, ePublishers come across as charlatans and carpetbaggers. And like everyone else I don;t want to pay for eContent.
I used to subscribe to WIRED. Found it has a pony to poo comprehension ration of less than 0.1. So I dropped the subscription. I still get them in the post. And put them in the recycling bin. Which is an improvement. Now WIRED is pretty direct that it isn’t looking to ORFs as its demographic. But its demographic, at least those among my colleagues, say it is eCrap. Or pCrap. Take your pick. So I have to wonder about the integrity of an eMagazine article by WIRED.
And lastly, an article [Link] proclaiming that the internet sleeps. Another WIRED article. Also fundamentally inaccurate. It turns out that what happens is that the internet gets disconnected – or deconnected? – during local sleep time. The humans turn off the physical equipment, the routers and boxes and such. To save money on electron potential difference flow.
What makes this interesting is other articles I have read about kids staying up all late hours to use the internet, No reconciliation. To be expected from WIRED?
I have been frustrated this week with the small screen. I now understand why GEN Ys spend all their time staring at their phones. It’s because the things have worse execution speed than an original IBM PC. Mine has turned blue with the different languages I have used to express my dissatisfaction with it. There really is a difference in screen size and speed. And the phones have neither.
Ran across this cartoon: [Link]
and realized it is ubiquitous. That is, all fathers have a moment when we first realize our child is a Yahoo! After some cognition I am entertaining the opinion that the sooner, the better. It minimizes the disappointment.
Better this morning. More heat in the air and also motion. Almost pleasant. And the podcast was acceptable if a bit dull. But then podcasts – all media programs – are. This gave me opportunity to consider human behavior again.
I was talking to a politicizer yesterday. That’s a person who is politicking but not running for office themselves. They tend to be more engaging and more knowledgeable than the candidates who have rather a talking head existence. Especially that ferd Ain’tWorthless who can’t pitch a tent. If there was ever a front for organizational masters it is he. At least in my opinion.
But the politicizer was heavy into being ‘pro-choice’. Kept pushing the self-determination aspect. Not bad – for the first fifty picoseconds or so and then got stale. That’s a factor in my support but I am also moved by what I perceive as a fundamental evil in the ‘pro-life’ advocates. What they are advocating is a form of chattel slavery. And I don’t like slavery. Anyone who practices it should be sen for organ harvesting. And it’s a prevarication. I haven’t met a single ‘pro-life’ advocate who doesn’t kill living things. They eat meat and plants; they use soap and medicines, including antibiotics; they use Lysol. The hire exterminators. Hypocrites, one and all sampled. And hypocrisy is almost as bad as slave holding.
But on the positive side I ran across a couple of very nice bits of news about humans. First, I found out that boffins at the Max Planck Institut have determined that homo sapiens and homo neandertalensis have been interbreeding for 50 KY. [Link] Of course since neandertals went away about 30 KYA, I should say they first miscegenated 50 KYA. Approximately.
This is a roaring laugh maker. First, I laugh every time I see Max Planck associated with not-physics. Hubris, you know. And maybe a bit of idolatry? And then there is the joy that all us Euro-Americans are crossbreeds. And the African-Americans that Anglo-Saxons used to lynch as inferiors are less so. Rather improves the foul taste in my mouth thinking about this when some sanctimonious self-righteous, religionist fanatic ‘pro-life’r is promoting slavery. Do we need to add christianism to the list of things whose name is the opposite, like political science which isn’t science?
The second is that humans adopted milk consumption 4 KY before they developed mutations for adults to secrete lactase. So early cow raisers were a digestively unhappy bunch. I have to admit to disliking the use of the term lactose intolerant . That’s a condition for children who have always – until someone shows data otherwise – secreted lactase. Otherwise they couldn’t suckle. Or they could but they’d be digestively unhappy. But adults who can’t secrete lactase are the majority, about 3/4 species-wide. But in Amerika they are discriminated against and persecuted. Not as bad as pregnant women, but still harassed and bullied.
So it seems that eating is a bigger deal than living. Someone tell the founding grandfather.
And the next time I see those slavers calling themselves ‘pro-life’ I can think about what mongrelized illegitimate offspring they are.