Friday, May 9, 2008

God's Observably Inobservable Existence

Recent comments by Cardinal Cormac Murphy-O'Connor, England's highest-ranking Catholic official, don't cohere very well at all. It would be charitable to impute this to the way the remarks are presented in the BBC article -- too charitable, I'm afraid. The comments in question:

God is not a "fact in the world" as though God could be treated as "one thing among other things to be empirically investigated" and affirmed or denied on the "basis of observation", said Cardinal Murphy-O'Connor.

"If Christians really believed in the mystery of God, we would realise that proper talk about God is always difficult, always tentative.

"I want to encourage people of faith to regard those without faith with deep esteem because the hidden God is active in their lives as well as in the lives of those who believe."
He begins by insisting that god's existence is not, in principle, amenable to observation; then he affirms this (I think) by declaring god a mysterious sort of entity, all talk of which-or-whom is stubbornly difficult and tentative; but then takes the red pen to these claims and pastes a very definite claim over the top of them, namely, that god is active in the lives of believers and non-believers alike.

I have no idea what it means to say god is outside observable reality and then to say that god is actively involved in observable reality. Hitherto, I have been reliably informed that A ≠ Not-A. Ophelia Benson shares my befuddlement, so I take consolation that I am not uniquely at sea on this point.

While I appreciate the Cardinal's conciliatory spirit, in substance he only begs and deepens open questions.

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Myanmar Burma

I realize no one asked me, but despicable military juntas don't get to rename the nation-states they're raping and expect anyone else to go along with it. Thus it's Burma unless and until those pieces of shit running Burma can back off the murderous repression and demonstrate something approaching legitimacy -- doing everything possible to facilitate disaster relief would be an excellent starting point.

Resources for helping Burma here and here.

Friday Cat Blogging: Polls Still Open


There are still several days of voting to go on the naming of the new cat, even as "Columbus" becomes more and more fixed.

I plan to attach the runner-up name to the dinosaur, so every vote counts. Vote early and vote often!

Thanks, But I'll Define My Own Dreams

I wish political pundits would stop referring to Obama-Clinton as a "dream ticket" for Democrats (link 1, link 2, link 3). It is not.

The theory, as advanced by Hillary Clinton herself and others, is that Obama needs Clinton to broaden the Democratic ticket's appeal to the voters who have favored Clinton in the last several state-level primaries, namely, white people with less formal education, often called "working class" voters because according to the funhouse verbal norms of America, college-educated Americans who don't live on trust funds never call themselves "workers" even when they plainly are, let alone conceive of themselves as members of a "class" other than the exalted "middle" one.

Since when did Hillary Clinton become some kind of stalwart champion of these voters? I can think of a long list of Democrats who have built political careers on the basis of populism (economic, cultural, or both), but Hillary Clinton is not one of the first few dozen I'd think to put on the list, notwithstanding her brief, situational, and embarrassing panderings to them, e.g., the Crown Royal moment, the She-Spartacus posturing on the gas tax, the homespun tales of gun-shootin' and church-attendin' (complete with dropped g's).

The fallacy here is one I've mentioned before: the failure to appreciate that electoral choices involve a choice between particular candidates. That a voter would choose Clinton over Obama indicates that and only that; it does not signal any enduring attachment to Clinton. It says nothing about how the same voter would choose in a Clinton-McSame contest or a Clinton-[anybody else] contest.

Arriving at any such conclusion requires, minimally, some understanding of the reasons the voter chose Clinton over Obama, and even that may carry no predictive value. If, for example, the voter chose Clinton because of a personal aversion to Obama, absolutely nothing follows about Clinton's chances against any non-Obama candidate.

If polling and other research indicated that Hillary Clinton fared well in the campaign for the same reasons that Obama fared well, because people are drawn to her candidacy -- because they find her policies sensible and workable, because they find her personality appealing and endearing, because they admire the tone she sets and the grace with which she handles adversity, etc. -- it would count as a strong argument for the "dream team" premise.

To put it mildly, I don't see that same kind of appeal behind the success Clinton has had in the campaign, and as for degree, the raw numbers in popular votes and delegates answer that.

Obama-Clinton is no dream ticket. Obama can do better and I expect he will.

McSame's Gallery of Crazy Pastors

John McSame has a few crazy pastors in tow.

  • McSame has a longstanding association with dominionist wacko Pastor Rod Parsley, who believes, among other things, that destroying Islam is one of the foundational purposes of the USA.
  • McSame has received and accepted the endorsement of Pastor John Hagee, who believes, among other things, that god used hurricane Katrina to drown old women because he was outraged about gays. Hagee also believes the Catholic Church is "the great whore," whether or not he believes it is the world's leading institutional shielder of child-rapists.
  • McSame has earned and embraced the endorsement of Pat Robertson, who, two days after 9/11, agreed with Jerry Falwell that god allowed the attack -- the crushing and burning of a few thousand individuals, many of them practicing Christians -- to express a tantrum over assorted moral transgressions in the larger society (not necessarily the transgressions of the individuals crushed and burned).
McSame may or may not have sat in the pews as these bigoted beasts railed on in this fashion. No, it's worse than that: they connect their twisted theology with a definite political program, and see McSame as the presidential candidate of choice to advance that political-theological agenda, crucially on the question of judicial nominees.

More background on Pastor Rod Parsley:



Background on Pastor Hagee on Countdown with Keith Olbermann:



Here's the Daily Show's take, featuring the hilarious John Hodgman, mashed together with some more Olbermann coverage of Hagee and some of Obama's specific repudiations of his unhinged former pastor:

Thursday, May 8, 2008

God, God's Words, & God's Followers

There is violence and intolerance aplenty in the world's leading holy books: see here a quiz and its answers comparing the viciousness of the Old Testament, New Testament, and the Koran; here's more violence in the Koran; and still more violence in the Koran.

All well and good, but again and again, the point is made that no meaningful conclusions about a person's beliefs follow from the person's choice of holy books. Castigating Sam Harris for his most recent castigation of Islamic dogma, Tristero makes the point:

[W]hile it is certainly possible to read the texts of Islam (at least, the translated texts) as supporting a political program and the use of violence to gain power, it is not a necessary reading any more than a reading of the Hebrew Bible necessarily supports the violent suppression of objections to Israeli settlements.
And then broadens the point:
[T]here is no such thing as "Islam" but Islams - plural. To lump all Islams together and condemn the aggregate as inherently violent is not merely silly, but bizarre.
Granted, there are violent and non-violent people who self-label as devout Muslims, just as there are child-rapist-shielding and non-child-rapist-shielding people who self-label as devout Christians, and it's worthwhile to draw the distinctions.

To that end, how on earth do we draw the distinctions? I want to understand the non-literalists. Apparently a person can be a devout Muslim while blithely ignoring substantial swaths of the Koran. What is the Koran to such a person? Did god dictate it to Mohammed? If so, doesn't it have to be humbly accepted as the teaching of a much greater intelligence? If not, isn't it just another book? If it's somewhere between -- in part just another book, in part the words of god himself -- how do we know which is which? On whose authority? According to what interpretive scheme? If it's a matter of deducing the "correct" passages from their agreement with an overarching, fundamental essence of the faith -- peace, submission, love, charity, service, truth, what have you -- who decides the essence of the faith? Who defines these loaded terms? Doesn't this stance just beg the same basic questions?

I really don't get it. I have the same questions about the forms of Judaism and Christianity that manage to wish away substantial portions of god's supposed revelation.

Stripping away the platitudes and euphemisms, the forms of Abrahamic monotheism that sweep away the embarrassments and evils of the really-existing holy books amount to special pleading. They sound like mere assertions that a feeling in the gut is true, and the true stuff in the gut comes from god. This is good enough? This merits respect?

If someone has a better account of non-literalist belief in the major holy texts, please do offer it.

Memory, Experience, & Records

Tyler Cowen has touched off a vicious flame war with his musings on the virtues of taking photographs as a means of supplementing, if not prospectively constructing, memories. Andrew Sullivan responds:

Sometimes, being there, without mediation, without worrying about whether one day it will be forgotten, just being there is what matters. Life is now; and when we obsess about storing it for the future, we forget to experience it in the only way we truly can: in the present. [emphasis in original]
From across the sea, Norm Geras responds to both Sullivan and Cowen:
[E]ven if it is true that recording the event - taking photos, taking notes - while you're there obliges you to pay attention in a way you otherwise might not, it doesn't always follow that your memory of it will be more vivid. The process of recording can itself get in the way of observing with full concentration. It can also happen that the record you have made itself becomes your memory of it, displacing images or aspects that might otherwise have remained with you.
OK, OK, it's not a flame war at all, and there's nothing approaching viciousness. Sometimes I exaggerate for effect, other times simply because I can.

I am an obsessive keeper of records: not only the taker of photographs but the writer of this precious, precious blog, one of whose purposes is to leave a record of the kinds of things I thought I could get away with whining about publicly at specific times in my life. I have always been a backward-looking, melancholic sort of troll; I can literally recall being a second-grader and waxing wistfully about my memories of first grade and kindergarten. Ah, those were the times. (See what I mean?)

As I look over the fields of memory, I see an expanse of nested golden springtimes, each tragically lost to the glare and heat of subsequent experience. (I am also irresistably drawn to horrible, overcooked figuration. It's a sickness, like itchy genital warts. See what I mean?) My writing from two months ago is always funnier, sharper, and better phrased than the crap I'm extruding today, and I guarantee I thought the same thing two months ago about my writing from four months ago, just as I'm sure I'll say the same thing two months from now about what I'm writing now. Apparently I believe I was writing at a Shakespearean level if I follow it back enough two-month intervals. So go the delusions I can't quit for all the sense they fail to make.

As for photography, I tend to Norm's view on this: not only do I accept that photographs will often displace my direct memories of experiences, I am glad they will because my long-term memory is poor. I have been taking at least one photograph of my son every day since he was born, and I'm pleased to say I've kept that going with few and brief breaks in his nine years. I am glad I have done so because I know I would lose track of his appearance and growth over time without the long trail of records, and knowing how I do like to return to the past, I would regret not having the ability to review and reflect.

Whereas my son is forming countless memories of his dad pointing a camera at him during the most unremarkable of moments -- sitting in a chair, taking a bite of food, coming down the stairs -- and we've had to agree to disagree about the wisdom of this obsessive record-keeping. If his memory turns out to be as as poor as mine and similarly warped, I like to believe he'll someday manage to see all those camera flashes as the glint from a bright byegone Eden.

Portland Voting Made Easy!

The Multnomah County Wide Stance Party has endorsed Sho Dozono for mayor and Amanda Fritz for Commissioner. Thanks, Wide Stance! Now I know which candidates I shall definitely not vote for.

For whatever it's worth, I was already planning not to vote for those two. Now I know I was right.

(H/T Portland Mercury)

Helping Burma

Norm Geras has provided a useful listing of organizations through which you can help the people of Burma, where the death toll from the recent cyclone seems to increase by the hour:

ADRA International
Myanmar Cyclone Fund
12501 Old Columbia Pike
Silver Spring, MD 20904
(800) 424-ADRA ext. 2372
http://www.adra.org

CARE
151 Ellis Street N.E.
Atlanta, GA 30303
(800) 521-2273
http://www.care.org

Project HOPE
255 Carter Hall Lane
Millwood, VA 22646
(800) 544-4673
http://www.projecthope.org

Save the Children
54 Wilton Road
Westport, CT 06880
(800) 728-3843
https://secure.ga4.org/01/cyclone_nargis

U.S. Fund for UNICEF
125 Maiden Lane, 11th Floor
New York, NY 10038
(800) 4UNICEF
http://www.unicefusa.org

World Concern
19303 Fremont Ave. North
Seattle, WA 98133
(800) 755-5022, ext.7706
http://www.worldconcern.org

World Vision
P.O. Box 9716
Federal Way, WA 98063
(888) 56-CHILD
http://www.worldvision.org

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Just 85%

It stands to reason that She-Spartacus is staying in the presidential race, and not only because suspending the 18-cent gas tax on every $4 gallon of gas ranks right up there with ending slavery, extending suffrage to women, and canceling Apartheid in the annals of human liberation. After all, if she bows out now, who would speak for those who want to save several dollars on gas over the course of the summer? Who would produce tee-vee ads questioning Barack Obama's readiness for the presidency? John McSame? Well, yes, he would speak for them and produce those ads. But still.

Besides which, the Slate Delegate Counter indicates she only needs to capture something above 85% of the remaining popular votes to pull ahead of Obama. Just 85%! And you probably thought I was going to set out some difficult objective!

To say 85% is mathematically impossible would be to state a falsehood. Plenty of candidates have won by 85-15 margins -- I assume it happens all the time, probably every single day. To say that it is extremely unlikely -- to place it on roughly the same magnitude of extremely unlikely as, say, the prospect of live eels springing from her armpits and slithering out the sleeves of her upper pantsuit during her next two stump speeches -- would be to betray a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad anti-She-Spartacus bias.

It could happen, and it's more likely than the eel scenario I just outlined. Live eels don't just spontaneously form in people's armpits! That's crazy-talk! And She-Spartacus reminds us of nothing if not of her practical-minded, results-oriented, oh-so-grounded realistic-ness.

But lest you get the impression I loathe She-Spartacus, not quite. I have qualms with aspects of her personality as I think I know them, and I resent much of what she has done in the course of her apparently ongoing presidential campaign, but I think she would have made a capable president. The following is what it sounds like to loathe her and her neck-albatross, Bill Clinton; it so happens this was written some time in the last 24 hours, but it could easily have been dashed out during any twelve-minute span since, oh, late 1991:

[T]hat is what Bill Clinton really brought to American politics: the total lack of shame, decency, and a sense of the appropriate.

How many times was Bill Clinton pinned to the wall over countless misdeeds, and each time--when any normal human being would turn red, mumble an apology, and slink away--he held his chin up high and went forward. Being grilled on 60 Minutes over his countless affairs? Being sued for sexual harrassment? Being caught in a lie in front of the whole world? Nope, no big deal, business as usual, let's move forward.
Let us never, ever forget that Bill Clinton lied about sex, and this tells us everything we ever need to know about The Clintons and so very much more. It tells us everything we need to know about American history from 1991 until at least yesterday. It is the central reality of our times: not war, not climate change, not the economy, not health care, not torture, not 9/11, not any goddamn thing you could ever hope to cite.

My 'good riddance' to She-Spartacus comes from a different place. But still.

Help Name This Freakin' Cat!

As mentioned before, we have a new cat that my son named "Columbus." I don't like that name and I am hoping to use the moral force of popular opinion as expressed in an unscientific web-based poll to change the name to something else. To that end, I've posted a poll in the upper-right corner of this precious, precious blog featuring several choices.

Please vote! The name of a cat rides on it. The will of the majority/plurality will be respected, even revered, even if not necessarily followed.

I've voted for "Drake." I like that name because it's still a famous explorer and it's also the name for a male duck. I like male ducks. They are pretty.

If you have a better name to suggest, feel free to do so in the comments. If the mood strikes me, I'll add it to the list of choices in the poll it turns out the poll can't be edited after the voting has started so the choices are what they are, but by suggesting alternatives in the comments, you'll still demonstrate your cat-naming acumen to a potential worldwide audience / actual six-person audience.

Fitna, Fear, and God Talk

I was surprised to see Sam Harris take so long to write something about Fitna, the controversial film on radical Islam by Dutch provocateur Geert Wilders (embedded video here; wikipedia entry here), but I was not surprised by his view of the film or its larger context. Harris:

The film has been deemed offensive because it juxtaposes images of Muslim violence with passages from the Qur'an. Given that the perpetrators of such violence regularly cite these same passages as justification for their actions, merely depicting this connection in a film would seem uncontroversial. Controversial or not, one surely would expect politicians and journalists in every free society to strenuously defend Wilders' right to make such a film. But then one would be living on another planet, a planet where people do not happily repudiate their most basic freedoms in the name of "religious sensitivity."
Also not surprisingly, I agree with Harris that Muslims have no right not to be offended, no right to see their belief system go uncriticized, and no right to use violence or threats of violence to silence others.

But in the course of accusing himself of "craven acquiescence," George Junior adds yet another tragically unsurprising dimension to the discussion, noting that he himself has faced threats for having written blog posts deemed offensive to Islam, and draws a rather grim lesson:
What I do know is that had something happened as a result of my not acquiescing and removing the offending post, few people would have given a rat's ass about me and my family. That much was clear from the lack of response I got from those I tried to confide in.

I don't blame people for wanting to steer clear of trouble, I know I'd be very reluctant to get involved if other people (especially those I had only met online) were facing similar difficulties. Solidarity is only likely to be forthcoming in situations where people have little to lose by expressing it. When the stakes are high, it's every man for himself.
While I follow the reasoning that leads to here, I sincerely hope this is not the proper lesson to draw, nor the standard to uphold.

We who cherish freedoms and their continuation have to insist on solidarity and can never allow ourselves to forget that "eternal vigilance is the price of liberty." Today's concession to fear enables tomorrow's self-censorship, and validates those who would silence the ideas they hate.

Part of the reason for the big red A on the top right of this precious, precious blog is to affirm to other skeptics of religion in particular that you are not alone. You are backed by a worldwide community of skeptics who second your doubts and embrace you through the threats of hellfire, the menacing phone calls, the questioning of your motives, the doubts of your sincerity, the appeals that you back off from their whitewashed vision of faith and restrict yourself to light-hearted musings about movies, pets, hobbies, small towns, and the occasional political snark.

Especially those of us not facing threats -- those of us for whom this remains a rather bloodless exercise, those of us for whom this bravery still comes easily -- we especially are obliged to stand up and tell the truth, and no, it's not too dramatic to add while we still can. There is always a while we still can aspect to the defense of freedom, but rarely a more acute one than that faced by those of us who would speak our minds forcefully on religion. I defy anyone to read a newspaper and yet accuse me of hyperbole.

For those facing actual bodily threats, "craven acquiescence" is nothing worse than the urge to live in peace. The rest of us lack the urgency of that excuse and must answer to a higher standard. We have to be the change we want to see in the world while we can still get away with agitating and advocating for that better world.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Chris Hedges and Contrarian Pricks

I have not dared to wade into the discussion forums attached to Chris Hedges' recent appearance on the Point of Inquiry podcast (George Junior and Ophelia Benson did so dare and have reported back on the maelstrom), but in the spirit of, oh, I don't know, changing shit up, I have decided to cite a case where I agree with Chris Hedges on a matter of substance:

Abu Ghraib is the natural consequence of war and has happened in every single war that has ever been fought. What you are doing in war is turning human beings into objects either to provide gratification or to be destroyed, or both. And almost no one is immune from that — the contagion of the crowd sees to that.
While I think it's a little too glib to say that "every single war" has produced something equally as vicious as Abu Ghraib, I agree with the larger insight that dehumanization is an extremely significant moral evil, and a ready concomitant of war (and terrorism). We cannot wish war away, in either my judgment or Hedges', but whether in Iraq, Afghanistan, or anywhere else, we must find ways to see the humanity even in the worst of enemies. This is not, I stress, any form of excuse-making for violent and hateful deeds. This is not an easy line; the difficulty of navigating precisely this line is the top reason we need non-stupid, nuance-aware political leadership.

While it is not an easy line, I do think Hedges goes much too far in connecting the dehumanization of Abu Ghraib with the critiques made in the recent spate of atheist books. Having read the apposite works by Dawkins, Harris, Hitchens, and Dennett, I see nothing morally comparable with the Yoo torture memos, in which the dehumanization is overt and brazen.

My overall take on Hedges remains that he is profoundly wrong about atheism, as expressed here, here, here, here, and here. I also find him a complete weasel in the way he represents his argument, well-illustrated in the way he bounces between issuing and condemning generalizations during the PoI interview with D.J. Grothe. That interview had me gritting my teeth in a way that four out of five dentists would surely reject and denounce. That fifth dentist is such a contrarian prick.

Dumb Idea, Quantified

The John McSame / She-Spartacus gas tax holiday would spare me a grand total of around $20 based on the most optimistic guesses about miles driven (that's optimistic from the perspective of McSame and She-Spartacus, not reality).

This includes miles logged and gasoline burned by both the Prius and our mysterious, as-yet-never-blogged-about second vehicle that gets right around 25 MPG.

Here's the handy web-based calculator to calculate the fabulous bounty that could be yours if the gas tax holiday takes effect.

Predictions. Yawn.

Matt Yglesias predicts all too faithfully the arc of events and the associated news coverage for the next several days in campaign '08:

Clinton will win Indiana and Obama will win North Carolina. But Clinton will win Indiana by a larger margin than Obama wins North Carolina, and Clinton's supporters will note in somber tones that Obama lost the white vote in NC. At the same time, because NC has substantially more delegates than Indiana, Obama will actually make a small gain in net delegates causing his supporters (i.e. me) to become further enraged at Clinton's refusal to admit that she's lost and the press' insistence on indulging the idea that there's real doubt about the ultimate outcome.
Actually this prediction is more detailed and even more spot-on.

Better Posters

This is the most recent sign mashup from the ZehnKatzen Times, and this would be a link to the larger series of which it is a part.

Every time I try to do something with Photoshop or some other graphics-editing tool, I max out somewhere around "rotate image," "smudge," and "save as ...". A graphics designer I am not.

A City Poked by Twaddle

Portland has been treated with acupuncture?

In March 2008 [some guy] was the “Artist-in-Residence” in Portland’s new South Waterfront neighborhood at the base of the aerial tram, where I brainstormed and work-shopped this idea with help from acupuncturists, acupuncture students, city planners, ecologists, artists, writers, public art professionals and the general public. Together we envisioned Portland as a metaphorical body, explored how energy flows through the city and debated which parts of the city would correspond to the different acupuncture organs and meridian systems.
I am pleased to report I was not among those subjected to this feat of "brainstorming" and "work-shopping" and "envisioning," but if I had been, I would have lobbied heavily to ensure that my part of town would be considered the kidneys, since every one of my neighbors is drunk most of the time, so we must be the part of Portland's metaphorical body where the alcohol goes and does lasting damage.

Nothing, with the possible exception of prayer, fails like acupuncture.

(H/T Pharyngula)

Giving Populism a Bad Name

Hillary Tonya Harding Clinton's latest incarnation casts her as a she-Spartacus, leading a revolt against the slaveholders of OPEC and the tyranny of an 18-cent tax on every $4 gallon of gas:

"We’re going to go right at OPEC," she said. "They can no longer be a cartel, a monopoly that get together once every couple of months in some conference room in some plush place in the world, they decide how much oil they’re going to produce and what price they’re going to put it at," she told a crowd at a firehouse in Merrillville, IN.

"That’s not a market. That’s a monopoly," she said, saying she'd use anti-trust law and the World Trade Organization to take on OPEC.

Clinton has cast herself as a warrior for working people against the oil industry and malicious "speculators," and made that -- along with her push for a gas tax holiday -- central to her closing message in Indiana.
It's hard to add to something that falls so close to parody, but I'll try. OPEC is a cartel and behaves like one -- yesterday, today, and tomorrow -- and if Clinton's bluster promises what similar bluster from similar fake populists has delivered in the past, it will amount to our collective bending over and a call of "Please, sir, may I have another! My gigantic SUV seems to be out of gas again, and I need to drive to the mall for some cargo pants."

Which is to say: I have no idea what Tonya Harding means when she says she will go right at OPEC, unless that's an Arkansas colloquialism for genuflect meekly before OPEC.

She certainly isn't going to suggest closing the obscene legal loophole whereby fuel economy standards don't apply to gigantic SUVs, not in automobile-manufacturing Indiana she isn't, not unless she can somehow work that scary "reverend" or her fake reverence for guns into the conversation.

Last but not least, should Hillary Tonya Harding She-Spartacus Clinton somehow contrive to win the Democratic nomination, we will look back at moments like these as the first, last, and only instances in which overt critiques of elites emerged from her pie-hole.

Monday, May 5, 2008

The Gas-Bag Bigot Pastor Who [Hearts] McCain



Bloated Pastor John Hagee brings some nasty theology featuring exquisitely specific hatreds to his political support of John McSame, and to date, John McSame is happy to receive the support as he struggles to appease the frothing right-wing fringe.

According to Hagee:

  • The Catholic Church is "The Great Whore"
  • God sent Hurricane Katrina because gay people were cavorting, or threatening to cavort, in New Orleans
Charming!

The Weekend in Frankenstein Retellings: Iron Man & The Savages

I caught Iron Man on the big screen and The Savages on DVD this weekend and I'm glad to say both exceeded my expectations. As I was mowing the lawn yesterday -- something I take time to do at least three times a year, whether the lawn needs it or not -- I had a chance to ruminate on both, and I came away with the conclusion that they're really telling the same story, Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, focused as they are on the moral responsibility for what is inescapably our own: the weapons we loose upon the world in the case of Iron Man, the parents we find in the last moments of life in the case of The Savages. Substitute Laura Linney for Gwyneth Paltrow and Phillip Seymour Hoffman for Robert Downey Jr., add or remove a few hundred million dollars in visual effects, and we're really talking about the exact same film here.

Maybe it was the gasoline fumes coming off the mower? No, I use an electric mower.

I have to give a hats-off to Tamara Jenkins, the screenwriter of The Savages, for the deft way she handled the problem of dialogue. The character played by Phillip Seymour Hoffman is a struggling scholar of Berthold Brecht, and at one key moment in the film -- keep reading, I would not call this a spoiler -- he actually stands in front of a chalkboard on which he has written out some of the tensions of Brecht as a dramatist -- form versus content, drama versus political tract, entertainment versus polemic -- and this tension is reproduced in the film itself, especially (I say) in instances where the dialogue comes across as leaden and pedantic, as when characters start slinging terms rarely heard outside of talk-therapy sessions, if not Woody Allen parodies of them. Jenkins' screenplay seems to acknowledge its own shortcomings by chalking them up, literally, as Brechtian. I don't think this trick can work twice, and maybe she wasn't the first to it, but I found it clever.

As the sequels to Iron Man are as inevitable as the tides, it occurs to me that the makers of this emergent big-dollar film franchise are placing a great deal of trust in the sobriety of Robert Downey Jr. I can say he appeared to be more or less sober as he sat in the stands of yesterday's Jazz-Lakers playoff game, but his whereabouts and the contents of his bloodstream are a matter of guesswork by now. Good luck on that! Then again, I suppose they could take the approach of the Batman franchise and cast a variety of actors in the lead.

Do see both, and for that matter, read Frankenstein if you haven't already. It will make you a better person or I'll refund all the money you paid to read this blog post (offer excludes regular internet access fees, opportunity costs of time spent, and assertions of torts).

Sam Harris Has Questions

Sam Harris is conducting what appears to be an interesting study about the nature of belief and would like your help:

[W]e need volunteers to help us refine our experimental stimuli. This promises to be the first study of religious faith at the level of the brain. By responding to the four surveys I have posted online, you can make an enormous contribution to this work.

Please answer as many of the surveys as you can. If you only have time to answer one, please choose at random (otherwise, we will have many more responses to the first than to the others).
Here are links to the four surveys:

Belief Survey A
Belief Survey B
Belief Survey C
Belief Survey D

I plan to do all of them, but so far I've only done A. It indicated it would take 15 minutes, but I blew through it in less than half that.

Do it because you support science! Do it because you support the troops! Do it because you love your family and your pets! Do it because some blog asked you to!

Nature's Mysterious Black Box

Have you ever really looked at an egg? They're a marvel of engineering. What if I told you there is a machine that can take simple inputs (table scraps, water, sunlight, time) and produce an egg in all its elegance? And I mean a bona fide egg, the very same kind sold by grocers around the world, not an approximation of an egg that looks as though it was mashed together from table scraps. (That's how my eggs always look when I try to make them with the same inputs. They would fool no one.)

The amazing creature shown here, the chicken, although purposely bred for stupidity and helplessness, can do it without any training, conditioning, or verbal instruction. It doesn't even have a culture from which to draw, or certainly not one that would recognizably assist it with egg-making -- chicken culture, such as it is, centers on pecking, squawking, milling around, roosting, and, here and there, brute territorialism.

On top of all that, I am told its flesh tastes much like the flesh of rabbits, rattlesnakes, and pheasants. I say this creature has a bright future!

The ways of the Intelligent Designer are indeed mysterious.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Horse Racing and Bafflement

Today is a big day for horse racing, as some horse named Big Brown won a major race.

It's NASCAR without the blaring cigarette ads and obscene carbon footprint, and I don't get the appeal of NASCAR either.

I do understand both sports from the perspective of the horse, the jockey, and the drivers -- I run in pointless races myself -- but I don't understand what people enjoy about watching things whirl around a track.

Horses are beautiful, but I still don't get it. I realize some people have a personal stake in it -- it is their horse or their car, they know the driver or the jockey, they knew someone who knew someone, or what have you, but I find it hard to believe that accounts for the level of interest. Maybe it's really about the gambling? Well, fine, but I don't get the appeal of gambling, either.

In so many ways, other people baffle me. Note to those of you who baffle me, or take the side of those who do: I assert no right to have my bafflement resolved.

Cinco de Mayo '08

That it's actually the cuatro de Mayo didn't stop them from holding the Cinco de Mayo 10K in downtown Puddle-town today, and I finished it in 42:03 for a per-mile pace of 6:46 (official results).

It's a little slower than my time from the same race last year, but I'm also a year older, freighted with the burdens of a new cat, and sporting hair with higher aerodynamic drag. As always, I am very receptive to suggestions for better excuses than these.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Visions of George W. Bush

On one reading of George W. Bush, whatever minor interest he took in the presidency of the USA was exhausted at the moment his 2004 victory over John Kerry was certified, as that marked the moment when he was assured of the second term his father failed to win or to attain by judical fiat. I don't wholly subscribe to that reading of George W. Bush, but it fits the available facts better than many alternate accounts, chiefly the one that depicts him as the successor to the lineage of Lincoln, Roosevelt, and Churchill, men who answered the defining challenges of their times with courage, conviction, insight, and an above-average knack for grammar.

I tend to the view that he's a lucky dumbass well out of his league, but a dumbass buoyed by the passions of partisan politics and the shallowness of contemporary media, a view that might find support in this recent statement:

[W]e wanted to make sure that people were encouraged to be consumers. We wanted there to be consumption in our society, and no better way to stimulate consumption than to let you have some of your own money back.

... it turns out that this money is going to be very helpful in helping people deal with high energy prices and food price.
Whatever place the phrase "very helpful in helping people" finds in the annals of rhetoric, for now it exemplifies the way our so-called president martials a combination of audacious bullshit and verbal gaffes in the way that a military jet expels chaff, as a means of paralyzing adversaries by presenting too many targets. Witness:
  • Consumption is an unqualified good, and we in the tee-vee audience are consumers first and foremost. Never mind that all the money we are spending on gasoline already counts as consumption and already, in the minds of most, belongs to the "wrong track" side of the ledger. Never mind a goddamn thing. Now watch this drive!
  • The prospect of getting some of "our own money" back for the sake of signing it over to oil companies and food producers only sounds like a bad thing. Running harder to avoid being thrown from a treadmill we already resent is good.
In fairness, I don't expect the president of the USA to guarantee cheap gasoline or corn. I do expect him not to be a petulant, semiliterate retard who lives in a bubble and has never given a damn about public policy.

As of this writing, we have 261 days to go before Bush leaves office.

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Saturday Pet Blogging: Meet Columbus

A whole new cat has been added to the household biomass, tentatively named "Columbus" by my son after his penchant for exploring his new habitation. I am holding out hope that we can edit that name with the passage of time, but I suppose it could be worse. "Blacky" or "Socks" would have been worse.

His ears are too big for his head, and his head is too big for his body. In short, I believe his ears are already fully-grown.

I hope he turns out to be as intelligent and perceptive as our previous tuxedo cat, Thelma. I think I hope that.

He's mercilessly adorable.

Listen & Learn

How many youtube videos expose you to an excellent song while helping you polish up your francais? I have no idea how many, but this one does.

Monade, "Regarde"

Sometimes, You Just Know.

Sometimes, upon the discovery of a new-to-me band, I just know almost immediately, after just a single pass or two through an album. Most times, what I know immediately is "this band sucks ass," but in that rare case, I just know the opposite. So it is with The National. I'm smitten.

The National, "Mistaken for Strangers"



The National, "Fake Empire," live on Letterman:



Enjoy!

Impressive

The available evidence suggests Portland-area resident Wendy Terris is in excellent physical condition:

Terris, a Gresham High School graduate, competed in the U.S. Women’s Olympic Marathon Trials in Boston on Sunday, April 20, and the next day at the 112th running of the Boston Marathon.

“I never thought it was odd, but a lot of people started calling me about it,” Terris explained last week, a few days after returning from the East Coast.
I saw those women flying through the streets during the latter stages of the Olympic trials, and to think that one of them did that, and then ran another marathon the next morning ... I'm close to cramping up just thinking about it.

I think I've seen her name well above mine in rankings of local races now and then. Maybe I've even seen her among the runners who quickly disappear over the horizon before me during races, the ones who make me wonder if what I am doing actually counts as running.

Her finish time in the Boston was "only" 27 minutes and change ahead of mine, so obviously I'd need her to run a few extra marathons in the days before, or hop along in a potato sack, or run pushing the Doyle Owl on an appliance cart, to even things out.

Wow.

Friday, May 2, 2008

Science Is Not Faith

Science does not have every answer -- cures for cancer and AIDS remain stubbornly and famously elusive, and there's much left to explain in quantum mechanics. Science has yet to produce a consensus on life's beginnings -- there are, to date, nothing better than promising hypotheses in the science of abiogenesis. Given gaps in scientific knowledge, and the persistence with which scientists continue toiling away at these matters instead of razing their laboratories and flocking to churches and mosques, what follows about the relationship between science and faith?

Does it mean that philosophical naturalism and methodological naturalism collapse to the same position, one that takes as a matter of mere faith that there is no god?

No.

This is just a version of the god-of-the-gaps nostrum, among the oldest and weakest of theistic arguments: find an unanswered question, roll your favorite god into a wad, cram him into the gap of understanding, then clap hands together in self-satisfied fashion and declare victory for your favorite god. The god-of-the-gaps argument is equally compelling no matter what the question, and has proven its moxy over a wide range of questions once beyond the reach of science: the causes of the bubonic plague, the cure for polio, the laws governing planetary motion, the shape of the earth, the nature and make-up of the moon, the explanation of the seasons, why children resemble their parents, countless more.

PZ Myers has addressed and exploded the fallacy quite eloquently in response to a version of the god-of-the-gaps, science-as-mere-faith position as advanced by Stanley Fish. His piece is well worth reading in its entirety, but here's the nub of it:

Fish complains that people like Harris and Dawkins claim that we will someday understand the natural cognitive processes that underlie principles like altruism, but that since we don't understand it all now, it is exactly equivalent to religious faith. In fact, his entire argument rests on this bizarre conflation of religious belief in things unseen with the confidence scientists have that they will puzzle out the unknown.

They are not the same thing. I can think of two key differences.

One is that scientific belief is not built on an acceptance of the invisible and unseen. It is the product of a demonstrable history of success, of near constant progress in increasing our understanding of the natural world. It has proven useful to dismiss the supernatural hypothesis in the lab and in fieldwork; so useful, in fact, that many of us are arguing that the antique hypothesis of supernatural entities has been an obstacle to human endeavor for millennia, and it's time to dismiss it altogether. Meanwhile, the utility of religion has been demonstrably shrinking—it explains nothing, and has been reduced to the domain of hucksters and the traditionalists who cling to ancient hierarchies. The "faith" of scientists is not faith as Stanley Fish understands it at all: it's more like confidence born of a distinguished record of success. Meanwhile, the faith of the religious is more like the pathetic and forlorn hope after ages of failure that some tiny scrap of vindication might be found by closing their eyes tightly and pretending that a god dwells in the darkest parts of our ignorance.
Science proceeds on the basis of methodological naturalism because that method has a demonstrated track record of success in ferretting out answers to difficult questions. It's also a definitional matter: science is no longer science if it starts positing entities and agencies that can't be observed, measured, analyzed, tested, or otherwise subjected to rigorous scrutiny. Plugging gods into gaps doesn't count as a part of the scientific method. At best, it replaces one unknown with a bigger unknown.

Because it has a very successful record, science has earned a high degree of probablistic trust. People continue with methodological naturalism because it has worked so well in the past; there is no "faith" involved in the derivation of confidence from the observation of this successful track record. That said, "what have you done for me lately?" will continue to be a valid question to ask of science. It will have to continue to earn trust. Another valid question will continue to be, "did the scientists before me really get this right?" There are and will be no unchallengeable idols in science.

I don't have "faith" that science will arrive at complete answers to all questions. That would indeed oversubscribe to a teleology, one in which mankind is somehow destined to reach some glorified end point, some winner's circle of complete knowledge. Whereas, in fact, as far as I know, we might destroy ourselves tomorrow morning, with all our extant gaps in knowledge left on the table.

Nor do I believe that every question can, in principle, be answered by the methods of science. I do wonder if the origins of life can ever be finally proven with a high confidence level; and I likewise wonder if we will ever truly grasp the nature of consciousness; and I question whether we will ever attain scientific certainty about the origins of the universe -- I mean to say I hold open the possibility that when the last member of our species clocks out (whatever the cause), we may still face unknowns in these questions, and if not on these questions, then others, perhaps including others we don't yet even know enough to pose. There may be unknowables now and in the future.

This possibility, I take it, genuinely disturbs some people. I think it's just realism, whatever comforts it delivers or fails to.

Toilet Fish and So On

I am not sure what's real and what's staged in this, and I think I like not knowing. Stay with it ... it gets better and better.



(H/T Portland Mercury)

I Can Haz Priorities?

Is it just me, or is there a current of sarcasm in this comment by Glennzilla?

I think the most important thing to note about the Jeremiah Wright Story is that we're a Nation plagued by exceedingly few significant problems; blessed with a quite healthy political culture and very trusted political and media institutions; composed of a citizenry that is peacefully content with its Government and secure and confident about their future; endowed with a supremely sturdy economic foundation free of debt and other grave economic afflictions; vested with the ability to command great respect and admiration from the other nations of the world; emancipated from the burdens of war and intractable conflicts which have toppled and destroyed so many other great nations of the past; and, most of all, we're becoming freer and more prosperous by the minute. ... There are some countries in the world -- probably most -- which have so many big problems that they could ill-afford to devote much time and energy to a matter of this sort. Thankfully, the United States isn't one of them.
Damn straight.

Sadly, the point holds into the foreseeable future, whether or not the "Reverend" Wright maintains his hold on the slobbering political news media. We can expect the confluence of interests between slothful journalists and right-wing personality politics to hold up regardless of the dramatis personae and fake drama.

Whereas so much of such importance is at stake in election 2008. We have to do what we can to push back against the trash.

Why Blabber About God?

I seem to be encountering this question frequently these days: if I don't believe in god, why do I blog about god so much? I actually think this is a stupid question, but that's not a constructive reply.

Greta Christina has written a lot of great blog posts in her time, but her answer to this question, Atheists and Anger, has to rank as one of the All Time Greatest Blog Posts in the History of Blogs.

Do read it if you haven't already; read it again if you already have. Enjoy!

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Dearest Bees

Seriously, bees, what's up? Speaking as a parent who knows something is truly wrong when things get too quiet, the eery lack of buzzing is getting more and more freakout-worthy:

Nationally, a third of the food supply depends on bees for pollination, from melons to cranberries to carrot seed, according to National Research Council. Native pollinators, from wasps to bumblebees, are not present in the numbers needed for industrial agriculture -- and those pollinators are also in decline.
What have we done to offend you, dear bees? Did we stuff one too many ugly kid into a garish black and yellow bee costume on Halloween? Was it all those 1970s documentaries and feature films about so-called "killer bees" that traded in crude, hurtful stereotypes about "African" types and "European" types of honeybees?

As the author of a blog, I feel I can speak for my entire species when I say we have heard you. We have heard your plaintive, pained buzzing. We will restrain the bears. We will honor and cherish all races of bees equally. We will plant more flowers. We will blame only ourselves when you swarm us and sting us. What more can we do to set things right? Name the concession, but do come back. We like having food.

(H/T)

BS Tunnels



Amazing. I've mostly stayed out of the weeds of the nonsense of Expelled, content to note that its very premise represents the bottom of the barrel of stupidity. It turns out the film's superstar, Ben "BS" Stein, has been busily tunnelling to unexpected depths in the barrel.

Marvel in these clips at the sorts of things BS is saying in support of this film. Over and above the standard lying and whining, he faults Darwinian natural selection for its failure to explain the origins of the universe? For its failure to explain the origins of gravity? He says these things in public? Where other people can hear him? And he doesn't collapse from embarrassment?

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. It is, after all, the natural end point of the outlook he wishes to promote over evolution -- "intelligent design" covers all these questions and more. It "explains" the origin of species, the origin of life, the origin of the universe, the origin of gravity, and whatever else BS and friends don't immediately grasp with the same clumsy stroke: god did it.