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Saturday, January 26, 2008

Shocking Brutality

The story describes "brutal attacks," horrific injuries, murders and experts unable to discern a motive. Thankfully, the article is not about human perfidy, but dolphin-on-dolphin violence.

The curious thing about this is how moral language suffuses the entire discussion. The author means us to be alarmed and disturbed at animal behavior, but assures us that said behavior is the result of "evolutionary pressures." So why should we care?

We are at a disorienting juncture in history at which the basis for objective, transcendant morality is simply gone while at the same time sentimental anthropomorphism of nature has no limits.

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Tuesday, January 22, 2008

They're Fat and I'm Happy

I'm straying into dangerous territory here, but I'll be careful. This article's alarmist tone about rising levels of obesity world wide (we're not alone anymore America!) ignores something very important. I'm very, very happy (nay excited) to live in a world in which more than one in four Chinese people are overweight. Only five decades ago, 30 million Chinese died in a state-sponsored famine, so I think some perspective is missing in this discussion.

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Friday, January 18, 2008

Lock In

I volunteer with the middle school youth program at our church. If I were an open-minded Macintosh user, I might say something beautiful about how I get inspiration and rejuvenation from the contact with the idealism and energy of youth. But my withered, Windows-enslaved soul finds joy elsewhere.

On Wednesday, Dave, our middle school pastor explained that the kids could not bring any electronic devices to tonight's lock-in. The howls and squeals of protest brought me instant satisfaction. I was so proud of Dave - the only exceptions will be insulin pumps and court-ordered tracking devices. This evening my job will be to smash confiscated iPods and PSP's with a two pound hammer. My goal is to expand the definition and purpose of the "Crying Room."

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Thursday, January 17, 2008

Mac Users are Better Than I

I have seen this coming for a long time. People Who Use Macintoshes (Let's call them PWUM's) have an air of superiority about them. Now someone has gone and proved that they are justified in feeling this way. It's only my cramped, ugly soul that prevents me from becoming a PWUM.

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Monday, January 14, 2008

Man Made Koran

It can be hard for Christians to understand the place the Koran has in Islam. It's more important than Mohammed and Mecca. Some use the term "God inlibrate", an analog of the "God incarnate" formulation from Christianity. God in the form of a book. This is why there are elaborate protocols for handling individual copies of the Koran. For example, right now I have my gigantic Saudi-funded Koran under a pile of other books. This kind of disrespect causes riots in Muslim countries.

This is why Muslims react hysterically and violently to any suggestion that the Koran has a history. By history, I don't mean the one the Muslims claim for it (that has existed from all eternity in heaven and was dictated word-for-word to Muhammed in the late sixth and early seventh centuries--In Arabic, because God speaks Arabic). I mean that it is based on source material that pre-dates Muhammed and that men were editing and altering it long after Muhammed died. If it has a real history, all of Islam crumbles to dust. Mormonism shares this vulnerability with Islam.

There is very strong evidence of that history, and more is coming out all the time. The problem is that fear and multi-cultural cravenness are inhibiting research. One of the leading lights in this area has to go by pseudonym for fear of his life. Contrast this with the 250 years of relentless critical scrutinty the Bible has received.

If you want to read more, including news of recently rediscovered source materials, see this Spengler article.

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Pinker's Moral Direction

One staple of cartoons is the hapless character who saws off a branch he is sitting on, only to discover that he was on the wrong end of the branch as he hurtles to the ground.

Such is the dilemna of the materialist who argues for a completely non-transcendant (i.e. purely physical) basis for morality. Once you convince people that moral choices are merely chemical reactions in the brain, dictated by genes, which are the result of purely impersonal evolutionary forces, how do you ever get them to put change in give-a-penny-take-a-penny dishes at the cash register again?

Steven Pinker* wrestles with this question in the New York Times. He claims there is hope! Morality does have a basis outside of our brains and it is...reason. Because everyone would be better off if everyone was nice. Here is how he sums it up:

Any neutral observer, and you and I if we could talk it over rationally, would have to conclude that the state we should aim for is the one in which we both are unselfish. These spreadsheet projections are not quirks of brain wiring, nor are they dictated by a supernatural power; they are in the nature of things.

A couple of problems here. First, he dismisses God as a source of morality because of an old argument of Plato's. I won't go into the details, but his appeal to reason is just as vulnerable to Plato's argument as my appeal to supernatural power.

Second, it is blindingly obvious that everyone would not be better off if everyone were nice. And that is in the nature of things. The following people would be a lot worse off: Kim Jong-il, Nigerian e-mail scammers, Robert Mugabe, and Simon Cowell. Trust me, there are many, many more. I wish Pinker well if he ever finds himself under the power of some ruthless monster. Good luck explaining game theory then.

*Steven Pinker is a hotshot evolutionary psychologist at Harvard. His job is to make up stories that explain human nature from an evolutionary viewpoint.

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Sunday, January 13, 2008

Time May Not Exist

The sum total of what I learned from this article is that 'attosecond' is a real word. I'll have to stop reprimanding my children when they use it.

On a related note, if you ever want to feel really dumb, pick up a book on quantum physics.

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Friday, January 11, 2008

Volume Control for Your Ears

Trying to work/read/sleep in a house with five noisy children? Let me introduce you to active noise cancellation technology. Ahhhhhh.

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Thursday, January 10, 2008

As a software developer, I heartily endorse the sentiment expressed here (click the graphic to see it full size):



[well, the guy's photo hosting account was maxed out - oh well. The bottom line was that the error message forced the user to type "I AM AN IRRESPONSIBLE DATA OWNER" before he/she could continue, because they hadn't backed up their data. Note to self: introduce more shame and humiliation into own software products.]

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Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Snicket the High Brow

I admire what Lemony Snicket has done in his "Series of Unfortunate Events". He developed a unique style and format for Kid Lit that incorporated humorous pessimism and an intrusive narrative voice into the standard serial cliffhanger genre. When I first encountered it, my reaction was, "Why didn't I think of that?" What I most like about his writing, though, is his evident love for words, and a determination to teach kids vocabulary through reading.

There is however, something not quite right in "Events." I've listened to the first book on tape, and browsed through a number of the others (one of my children is a fan). What I noticed is the tendancy to insert references to serious literature in the stories (Tolstoy, Melville, etc.). There's nothing wrong with that, many of them are so offhand, kids won't have any idea to what he is talking about. I can't be sure without reading all 2000 pages of the series, but I think this technique becomes more explicit and even troubling as the series progresses.

For instance, I stumbled on this in Book 12, "The Penultimate Peril":

Richard Wright, an American novelist of the realist school, asks a famous unfathomable question in his best-known novel, Native Son. "Who knows when some slight shock," he asks, "disturbing the delicate balance between social order and thirsty aspiration, shall send the skyscrapers of our cities toppling?"

He then goes on for an entire page to explicate this "unfathomable" quotation. These books, I have to remind you, are intended for readers age 9-12. Nine years old to twelve years old. Native Son deals with racism, murder, institutional injustice, sexual violence (allusions to), and is informed by the communist world view of its author. The quote is famous, but not as impenetrable as Snicket implies - it's simple Marxist apocalyptic wishful thinking.

Once again, Snicket is writing for children, ages nine through twelve.

Lest you think this an isolated example, I offer this bizarre passage from the Slippery Slope:

The writer who can most accurately and elegantly describe the path of the three orphans was an associate of mine who, like the man who wrote "The Road Less Traveled," is now dead. Before he died, however, he was widely regarded as a very good poet, although some people think his writings about religion were a little too mean-spirited. His name was Algernon Charles Swinburne.*

Many of you may not be familiar with the 19th century poet Swinburne who celebrated sadomasochism, lesbianism, and atheism in his work. Now my second born at least knows his name (or would if he were paying attention, which I know he wasn't).

I guess this is what happens when one becomes a best-selling children's author. Your editors no longer have any hold over you. In Snicket's case, you can see this when you glance at a shelf of the "Series", arranged in order - they grow more corpulent with each volume.

I think what is on display here is a person who really wants to be a college English professor, but wound up a writer of juvenile fiction. Or maybe he is a professor (that would explain the pen name and the funny sub rosa biographical bits).

* Those who have been reading my blog for a while might recognize a certain similarity between his style of writing and my own. Another reason I have can't condemn the man in toto. Also I must get in this dig - Because M. Scott Peck had not died yet when the Slippery Slope was written, he must be referring to Frost's The Road Not Taken. More evidence for substandard editing.

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Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Another Question Answered

The World Question Center has a fresh batch of responses to a new question: "What have you changed your mind about?" This is a treasure trove, and I have only started to skim through it.

Here is my insight: last year's question was "What do you suspect is true but can't prove?" I think there is a great deal of overlap between the answers given this year and last year.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

The Blogging Begins Again

My pledge to you in 2008 is to maintain the following rules:

1. I will not blog about blogging.
2. The humiliating descent into writing about my weight that precipitated my 15 month absence from the blogosphere will never recur.
3. The only Christians I will attack by name are those who know my phone number.
4. I will use lots of asterisks.* In fact, I want to be known as "that guy who uses lots of asterisks."

*I will continue the tradition of explaining five dollar words with asterisks, as well making humorous asides in footnotes.