Ve Haff Vays

Back when I was an undergraduate, there were two television programs that my “band” (of nerds, admittedly, but therefore a bit small for even a lower case band,) made great sacrifice to watch each week. Because there was only one television in the men’s dorm complex, we had to walk (all but two of us) a half-mile off campus to the apartment of two of our number and watch there.

The programs? Star Trek (The Nimoy vector) and Laugh In. The transport of this blot takes its tenor from the Arte Johnson Nazi Soldier character of the latter. 

If seems [Link] that MegaHard is once more at its old tricks of forcing its Winders serfs to use particularly deficient pieces of software. It started out as Internet Explorer, interred without gravestone by Mozilla and FireFox, now itself largely abandoned for, in the first case, MegaHard like stupidity and in the second, utter ruination. Now Megahard is repeating this Fascist suppression by forcing its WX users (sic) to use their Edge browser to open links in its mail client.

And ThunderBird has been equally ruined by Mozilla’s death wish.

Happily, there are lots of other Winders email clients. All, or, at least most, vastly superior to anything MegaHard can make. 

Rather makes one wonder why anyone trusts them and their OS? But then 0.9 of everyone is a Bog and Bogs lack the mental ability to even consider this matter.

Hence, much laughter in the remaining 0.1 of humanity. 

Why, then, should we worry? The answer is altruism and revulsion of child abuse. Although, strictly speaking, the people involved don’t even have child-level rationality. 

But yanking wings off flies is still revolting and nasty. 

So if you want to decrease social psychopathy, reject Winders. Down the MegaHard Reich!



Ice Cream Day. Rain this afternoon and evening leading into death dealing storms on Monday. According to the Weather Beavers, Nawth Alibam will no longer harbor intelligent (?) life after tomorrow. 

Admittedly, 0.9 of humanity (approximately) is boggish, with 0.09 being Geekish and 0.01 being Nerdish, so we are already down to 0.1 being intelligent from the get go, but I find the foretellings these days a bit difficult to masticate. Much less swallow. And even harder to digest.

Such perceptions are evidently normal. I ran across an article [Link] entitled “Yale Study: Sad, Lonely Introverts Are Natural Born Social Psychologists.” 

Introverts prone to melancholy are exceptionally good at accurately assessing truths about human social behavior, without formal training or tools.

Let me start by noting that the journalist writing this article is a blatant EXTRO Supremacist. In typical EXTRO mentality, he projects that INTROs are pond scum worthy of no notice – in this case, excepted grudgingly and negatively because of being paid.

This is strongly telegraphed since all INTROs know they are sad and lonely, but that is often better than being happy or surrounded by people, both of which inspire terror and loathing. To say nothing of regurgitation and heart pounding. I suspect the author is exclusively writing for other EXTROs and at least has the integrity to recognize that they, like he, are oblivious to INTROs. Hence the qualifiers and the nasty innuendos. 

He is also not a science type since he uses “truth” in his article. But that too is what we expect of journalists. 

The discovery is only a discovery to EXTROs since all INTROs know that the skills described are just basic INTRO survival skills. If you can’t avoid EXTRO Supremacists,  then you end up crippled or dead due to their apathy and violence. 

Rather makes those foretellings of death and destruction nice, doesn’t it. Weather at least tends to be democratic in its killings.

Torchbearer Down

A good part of this week has been spent in a walking blank state: the result, I suppose, of the discorporation of Steven Hawking.

I have to admit that I missed the discorporation of Richard Feynman. I was busy and the media was much less in-your-face than today. Feynman was the court sage only of physicists and a few science nerds and geeks, not of bogs and debutantes. His work was also closer to me; I have always been a matterist, going afield in optics a bit, but mostly I care about the local. Probably comes of initially being brain washed by Chemists. Thanks George Toffel!

I have been aware of Hawking for years, but have never read any of his work. Some of that comes of reading outreach tomes only grudgingly. The last one I enjoyed was Weinberg’s “To Explain the World.” I actually finished that one; most I get five pages in and either ruin the volume with regurgitant or I douse it with petrol and set it to fire. 

While I wasn’t much interested in Hawking’s work, mostly I read bits to answer questions posed by friends who are incapable of reading (and comprehending) for themselves, I did respect him for his work and doubly the handicap he persevered. I identified with his problems: communication; near-nasty intruding people; finding a persisting life partner; getting work done. And his ability to transcend much greater difficulties than mine made my life easier and seem less futile. When you are submerged in an ocean of sharks it is hard to catch fish.

So when I saw an article [Link] this morning entitled “Stephen Hawking dies: Scientist’s most memorable quotes” I could not resist paying homage to him in my inimitable pseudo-snarky fashion.

“On why the universe exists…

❝If we find the answer to that, it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason – for then we would know the mind of God❞ – A Brief History Of Time, published 1988

It seems to me that the obvious conjecture here is the universe is a petri dish and the deity is a scientist. It’s an experiment and the deity is hyper-objective.

On humanity…

❝We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special❞ – Interview, Der Spiegel, October 1988

The problem is that while we as a species can (maybe) understand the universe, the fraction of humans who can do so is vanishingly small. Sir Arthur Eddington once asked who was the third person who could understand Einstein’s Relativity Theory. I suspect Sir Arthur was being a bit arrogant – the British do that quite as well as a Congressional staffer – but the fraction seems rather low. As an estimate, the number of physicists in Amerika is about 35K while the total population of 350M. That gives a fraction of 0.0001 (1E-4). So since four nines of humanity can’t understand reality, they will swamp those who can and generally be assured of vertically copulating everything including the continuation of the species.

On life…

❝One, remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Two, never give up work. Work gives you meaning and purpose and life is empty without it. Three, if you are lucky enough to find love, remember it is there and don’t throw it away❞ – Interview with ABC’s Diane Sawyer, June 2010 

My first thought when I read this is that Hawking hasn’t had to worry about going down stairs since he was in his twenties. My second thought is that the stars may engender all sorts of feelings but they don’t necessarily inspire everyone. So I would alter the advice to make sure you seek out things that inspire you and control what you look at that is uninspiring.

On living with a disability…

❝My advice to other disabled people would be, concentrate on things your disability doesn’t prevent you doing well, and don’t regret the things it interferes with. Don’t be disabled in spirit, as well as physically❞ – Interview, New York Times, May 2011

IOW, Illigetimi non carborundum. Or as I paraphrase it, don’t let the bogs get you down. Everyone has a disability or two. Some folks, notably bogs, are often unaware they have one until someone sentient tells them. Of course bogs generally have no idea of what Hawking considered work; their idea is what they get paid for and they hate it.

On an imperfect world…

❝Without imperfection, you or I would not exist❞ – On Into The Universe With Stephen Hawking, Discovery Channel, 2010

The only thing that may be perfect is a proton. We have never seen one decay. That doesn’t mean that it can’t or that it is perfect. Imprefection is how the universe is, so ignore that at your risk.

On staying cheerful…

❝Life would be tragic if it weren’t funny❞ – Interview, New York Times, December 2004

We have to remember that Hawking was British and the British have a better capability for seeing humor than Amerikans (and some others.) We also tend to harass and murder people who find humor. So caveat emptor. And never laugh in front of a politician; they have neither scruples nor integrity.

This is getting a bit tedious and I am not a journalist, who would have no sense of being tedious nor propriety. So Selah.

I will not invoke the after life because it seems boggish. But you will be missed, Steven Hawking, at least for a while.


The Unspoken Name

Back when I was a bairn a’growing, miscegenation was a nasty thing never talked about. Anywhere. Except when some innocent instance of cross “racial” romance occurred and the swarthier person was beaten or discorporated and the “white” person was shamed and shunned.

If that language seemed a bit religionist, that was the intention. Because the only place miscegenation was mentioned was from the pulpit. Basically, it was the worse sin – so claimed – that could occur.

The only problem with this is that it is fundamentally contradictory. What didn’t hold together was the idea that there were two (three?) types of Christianism: one for “whites”, and the others for swarthies. 

But if they were the same religion, using the same highly non-credible book, then how could they be different and distinct based on “race?”

Especially since the Messiah was swarthy. Except in “white” christianism pictures. Then he was a good Aryan boy.

Of course, nowadays, every other commercial on the television depicts miscegenation. And the christianists are screaming about being harassed and bullied. After inciting how many lynchings and the like?

It now [Link] looks as if miscegenation is as fraudulent a concept as race. Total odoriferous rubbish! Seems homo sapiens did the “nasty” with both Neandertals and Denisovians. More than once, historically. In fact, amusingly, the Denisovians are only known for improving Sapiens’ gene pool. 

The spirit is, however, alive and well. A common practice is to refer to homo sapiens as “Human” and the other homos as not-human. Which is stercus tauri. They are all genus homo, which makes them human. And they are our relatives. Which may indicate just how cancerous the whole family shtick is. 

Personally, from what I have learned about Neandertals, they are better than many of my relatives. Especially the ones who deliberately prevaricate and try to “borrow” money to maintain their drug dominated life styles. To say nothing of their absent mental faculties. 

The Evilgelicals, those folks who prefer a pedophile over a member of another political partei, will likely continue in this mean, damaging way, forever unable to understand why their brand of nastiness is not embraced by everyone else. Even unto denying that they have any non-sapiens DNA.

Isn’t stupidity wonderful? So quintessentially Amerikan. 


14 March is the Actual Dating


  1. we morn the passing of Stephen Hawking;
  2. observe the birthday anniversary of Albert Einstein; and
  3. reject the bogs who still use an archaic dating format and declare today to be Pi Day when all knowledgable people know it to be 22 July.

Two sads and a happy.


Bumper Snobs

Amerikans have always been proud of their ignorance. Isaac Asimov seems to have said it best, that Amerikans think personal ignorance trumps any amount of knowledge.

But while out motoring in the snow, I came to an epiphany: Amerikans today take depthless satisfaction in their incompetences.

When this nation was founded, people declared their competences, but over the years they have discovered that competences contradict their ignorance and so, they have abandoned competence in favor of ineptitude as a complement to stupidity.

The means by which I arrived at this was by watching people pilot (I decline to label it “driving”) their motorcars. When I was instructed in driving a car as an adolescent, great emphasis was made on driving as straight as possible and staying in lane. Nowadays, people want to use the whole road; it is a form of entitlement, which has become the central interest of most Amerikans. What can they get preferentially without effort or endeavor?

Road Hoggin’ is the answer. If a motorist cannot block the road to other motorists, then they have not expressed their native Amerikan entitlement adequately or properly. 

I suspect that an investigation of this phenomena would discover it to be endowed by the native Amerikan motorcar manufacturers who have been steadily whittled down by the greater reliability of furrin motorcars, especially those made by the “Yellow Peril,” and the Amerikan Firearms Capitalists whose products are the next used when two Road Hawgs meet each other with steadfast entitlements.

Film @ Eleven.


I should be nattering about tonight’s time change, but that can wait. Instead, I want to bemoan as article [Link] I found earlier entitled “There Is No Case for the Humanities.” The journal cited is suspect for the Amerikan high “education” instrumentality has been steadily selling out to corporate oligarchs since the end of the Great Patriotic War. The author, however, is Oxfordian and thus enjoys the suspension of disbelief that attaches to anyone with an upper class English accent. He begins his article with:

“The humanities are not just dying — they are almost dead. In Scotland, the ancient Chairs in Humanity (which is to say, Latin) have almost disappeared in the past few decades: abolished, left vacant, or merged into chairs of classics. The University of Oxford has revised its famed Literae Humaniores course, “Greats,” into something resembling a technical classics degree. Both of those were throwbacks to an era in which Latin played the central, organizing role in the humanities.”

And as a matter of clarification, I also cite:

“The seven liberal arts had a wide mandate covering most of what we consider the humanities, as well as mathematics in all its branches and the physical and natural sciences.”

So much of my personal problem is the unity, not the components. 

When I was an undergraduate in the 1960’s, the largest “college” of the university, the campus of the Black Warrior was Liberal Arts and Sciences, already a progression (digression?) from the “liberal arts.” While departments had considerable leeway to define what comprised a major/minor in that discipline, the college mandated a broadening that basically consisted of four terms of “arts” coursework and a similar amount of “sciences and maths” coursework. In many instances these collegiate requirements doomed many women to early marriages and men to early deaths. (The Vietnam “Conflict” was engulfing every male student who lagged in his grades;” the women were victims of parents who saw little reason for female children to be educated.) I have lost count (as well as memory of names) of all the students that I tried to tutor in basic chemistry and algebra to the level they should have attained in high schule.

I will admit that I did well in the sciences and maths but hated the “liberal arts” and barely squeaked through the minimal requirements with gentlemanly (sic) grades (in the mean) of B. Frankly, I found the material uninteresting, the lecturers, non professors and mostly graduate students, unengaging. Staying awake was the first, oft failed, challenge, at least to me. But then I was the guy who fell asleep in one of Fred Brown’s solid state physics lectures and got festively dumped in the semi-frozen Boneyard Creek. That however was the result of chemical tranquilizers and not verbal ones. Newton save us from the crackling tones of self-anointed thespians reading Shakespeare aloud in lieu of a substantive lecture. 

But the strongest condemnation goes to the “English” department which failed in the combination of high schule and undergraduate schule to teach me composition. So I attained middling grades and no useful skills. I had to learn composition in laboratory science courses and by simple mistakes in writing nerd manuscripts for publication. 

So as far as I am concerned “liberal arts” education in the 1960s was already an abysmal failure. And I will argue that is exactly what it is because that is the critical part of what syntax and literature is supposed to educate. 

Some of this can be forgiven. Education in Amerika has been failing since before the Revolution. The great land grant universities were founded to teach useful skills, like agriculture and civil engineering and accounting, which are not liberal arts nor sciences. The death knell of American colleges arrived after the Great Patriotic War with the GI Bill. In the last couple of decades, the factory diploma mill has become the cancer of all but the original endowed colleges. Today education is irrelevant; career channeling is the only metric.

Even this is not all bad. A scant few, who I still admire regardless, enjoy reading “literature” in whichever language. If they chose a classical education that avails them naught in the workplace but enriches their otherwise lifespan, then so be it. If one cannot have fun in life, no amount of money makes happiness. But for most of us, we want to study what interests us, not what interests ancient academics, and have an existence productive and enjoyable enough to continue that interest and enjoyment. 

Does that justify a liberal arts curriculum? Yes. Should it be imposed on all? No. But in an environment where STEM departments are at once richly employable and remunerative and simultaneously so close to being too small to be fiscally viable and under dire threat of erasure, nothing makes sense any more. A factory school will, like most organizations, specialize itself into oblivion,

And probably take the nation and civilization along with it. 

Once more, glad to be ORF. And not in college.