Seven Day. The weather beavers foretell the beginning of several days of dihydrogen oxide falling. So long as the electron potential difference remains non-zero, I am not very concerned.
I had to accompany FD SCP to the Craft Fair in Guntersville yesterday morning. Modally, she goes with one or more other women who have an interest in such but evidently that was an unocupiable state and I got pressed into service. Not objecting to such as it was no substantial burden. And, for once, she actually bought something. Usually she goes, observes, and notes things that she wants to make projects of and never does. I actually “enjoyed” the occasion as it gave me opportunity to observe as well. My experience in past is that craft fairs provide a formal venue for people to display “hobbies” that in previous ages – such as when I grew up – would have been kept hidden in dens and garages. Nowadays they go on public display – although the magnitude of the public was rather small when we were in attendance – and are available to purchase.
I am also of the opinion that these affairs would be better named “Kitsch Fairs” as that would be more accurate than craft but I readily admit that I have scant purchase to such a recommendation.
I also had to contrast this affair with the other popular (?) activity, “Maker Fairs”. Such seem to me to be much more craftish in nature. Not that both aren’t crafting but the utility of the products, a key aspect of the tradition of crafting, seems more with the Makers. Such however, are rather too knowledge dense for the likes of rural Amerika where ignorance is more highly prized, at least among those who consider their peers to be common “men” . Knowledge is assumed among medicalists, some educationalists, and a few justicers.
Which brings me to my morning of tab hawgin’. I start with an article [Link] that claims believability of a science presentation depends on the quality of the audio. I suspect this has nothing to do with content, which most Amerikans reject, but whether the speaker’s voice is soothing and comfortable or akin to Carl Sagan’s. Scratchiness is supposedly a key factor.
In a way this makes eminent sense since I have known no scientists who actually care very much about the sound “quality” of their presentation, only its content. Which, as indicated, is irrelevant to the ignorance treasurers.
This is further amplified by two other articles. First, [Link] entitled “Know-it-alls are more ignorant than they’ll admit.” The first paragraph of the article
“People who think their knowledge and beliefs are superior to others are especially prone to overestimating what they actually know, new research suggests.”
is summary. One way of stating this is that Know-it-alls are people who lack knowledge humility (and reality.) This seems almost a synonym for the ignorance treasurers of Amerika.
I have to admit to experience as such. When I was a senior in college I found myself often quite pleased that I knew more than many others, at least about what I was studying. That arrogance lasted about one day in graduate schule. Which indicates that those who are not fortunate to have such an environment can maintain such an erroneous self-appreciation for a long period of time with buffering increasing steadily over that period.
This seems confirmed by the second article [Link] entitled “America is plagued by experts without expertise.” The article starts by discussing the return (?) of the situational comedy (???) “Rosanne” with its redneck prattling of contra-wisdom.
I have to admit that I have not observed the television program in its return. I observed it several times in its original form and observed that the comedy of the show was as much about the stupidity of ignorance wisdom as it was about actual situations. The latter’s areality were the reason I did not watch voluntarily rather than the nausea engendered by the former. But the idea that many Amerikans – the ignorance treasurers – may not recognize the former as humor but as “gospel” is frightening in the same way that Nazis at Nuremberg were frightening.
The article goes on to discuss other television programs, none of which I have ever observed. Quite frankly, I find television – except vintage Wiley Coyote cartoons – to be unengaging. Somewhen in the years I spent in graduate school, television became catatonic and hebephrenic. Which probably explains why Faux News is so popular despite its aggressive prevarication. At any rate, it is the epitome of the kingdom of the male “dumb blond” who is never dumb in the actual meaning of the word but is a fountainhead of ignorance.
With scant apology to Ayn Rand. Who did a poorer job of expressing individualism than any of the science fiction writers of the “Golden Age.” They at least had some hope for Amerika. Now we just wait for the famines of climate change to end the species.
Enough. Time to break fast.