I don't hate you; I just don't care
An email on a mailing list I’m on was signed:
Awaiting for your pink and healthy response,
Wondering if this was some mistranslation, I bung it. Two other uses, both from the same guy. Carry on, Umesh Bhavsar. May all your responses be pink and healthy.
Catching up on my Breaking Bad podcasts, actor Dean Norris (Hank) says that MMA fighter Keith Jardine is the technoviking (episode 303: IFT); he says it in a way that’s either very dry or he’s being serious. Since I can’t decide, I edited out the clip for you use to decide for yourself (800k mp3); looking at Jardine’s photos and the (admittedly bad quality) video of Techno Viking, it could very well be.
I sent an email to Keith and his agent/manager; any updates will be posted here; the segment I’m hosting starts about 13:45 in.
Someone sent me a link to Science, Pseudoscience, and Irrationalism today; every page has this header:
A Note to Visitors
I will respond to questions and comments as time permits, but if you want to take issue with any position expressed here, you first have to answer this question:
What evidence would it take to prove your beliefs wrong?
I simply will not reply to challenges that do not address this question. Refutability is one of the classic determinants of whether a theory can be called scientific. Moreover, I have found it to be a great general-purpose cut-through-the-crap question to determine whether somebody is interested in serious intellectual inquiry or just playing mind games. Note, by the way, that I am assuming the burden of proof here – all you have to do is commit to a criterion for testing. It’s easy to criticize science for being “closed-minded”. Are you open-minded enough to consider whether your ideas might be wrong?
allow Amazon to supply it. (Mojo Nixon’s back catalog free on Amazon.com for three weeks)
Looks like Rand wanted Fawcett to play Dagny; as well, Rand was a huge fan of Charlie’s Angels. Who knew?
While we spent our hours together this evening on top of Snoqualmie Pass, I felt a bond of the beset between us.
You and I had waved while wandering the pavement, waiting for traffic to move and free us from our sunny bond.
When everyone skittered to vehicles and began to move over to the right, you saw your chance. Surely the fates favored you, leaving an open lane off the mountain! I gestured as you moved to pass me; momentarily, you lifted your gaze to your mirrors and saw in waning seconds an opportunity to do the right thing. That you did so is to your credit. Next time, when everyone else on the roadway is suddenly moving to get back into vehicles and moving them to the right, perhaps you could look around and see what all the fuss is about.
