Out of Town
I’ll be out of town for the remainder of the week, travelling to Vegas, and then on to Anaheim for a convention. Blogging will be really light, but I’ll try to make up for it when I return. Lots of things rolling around in my head to talk about, just no time to get them out.
Esquire and Idiot America
Phenomenal article from Esquire about the increasing contempt in our society for intelligence in general, and science specifically. A few selected quotes from the article:
LET’S TAKE A TOUR, shall we? For the sake of time, we’ll just cover the last year or so. A federally funded abstinence program suggests that HIV can be transmitted through tears. An Alabama legislator proposes a bill to ban all books by gay authors. The Texas House passes a bill banning suggestive cheerleading. And nobody laughs at any of it, or even points out that, in the latter case, having Texas ban suggestive cheerleading is like having Nebraska ban corn. James Dobson, a prominent conservative Christian spokesman, compares the Supreme Court to the Ku Klux Klan. Pat Robertson, another prominent conservative preacher, says that federal judges are a more serious threat to the country than is Al Qaeda and, apparently taking his text from the Book of Gambino, later sermonizes that the United States should get with it and snuff the democratically elected president of Venezuela.
The Congress of the United States intervenes to extend into a televised spectacle the prolonged death of a woman in Florida. The majority leader of the Senate, a physician, pronounces a diagnosis based on heavily edited videotape. The majority leader of the House of Representatives argues against cutting-edge research into the use of human stem cells by saying that “an embryo is a person. . . . We were all at one time embryos ourselves. So was Abraham. So was Muhammad. So was Jesus of Nazareth.” Nobody laughs at him or points out that the same could be said of Hitler, Stalin, Pol Pot, or whoever invented the baby-back rib.
…and later in the article….
The rise of Idiot America is essentially a war on expertise. It’s not so much antimodernism or the distrust of intellectual elites that Richard Hofstadter deftly teased out of the national DNA forty years ago. Both of those things are part of it. However, the rise of Idiot America today represents—for profit mainly, but also, and more cynically, for political advantage and in the pursuit of power—the breakdown of a consensus that the pursuit of knowledge is a good. It also represents the ascendancy of the notion that the people whom we should trust the least are the people who best know what they’re talking about. In the new media age, everybody is a historian, or a preacher, or a scientist, or a sage. And if everyone is an expert, then nobody is, and the worst thing you can be in a society where everybody is an expert is, well, an actual expert.
Now…those of you that actually follow this blog may have issue with my love of this paragraph in light of my open distain for appeals to authority when questions of truth come into play. This is, as I see it, not in disagreement with that position. I don’t mind experts…hell, I strive to BE an expert on a lot of issues. The purpose of being an expert, however, is not so that people believe you without thought. I expect that, even if I know more about a subject than anyone else on earth, that to be intellectually honest is to verify my positions when they are stated, and not take them at face value because I’m an authority.
Finally, we saw the apotheosis of the end of expertise, when New Orleans was virtually obliterated as a functional habitat for human beings, and the country discovered that the primary responsibility for dealing with the calamity lay with a man who’d been dismissed as an incompetent from his previous job as the director of a luxury-show-horse organization.
And the president went on television and said that nobody could have anticipated the collapse of the unfortunate city’s levees. In God’s sweet name, engineers anticipated it. Politicians anticipated it. The poor in the Ninth Ward certainly anticipated it. Hell, four generations of folksingers anticipated it.
Indeed.
Fights over evolution—and its faddish new camouflage, intelligent design, a pseudoscience that posits without proof or method that science is inadequate to explain existence and that supernatural causes must be considered—roil up school districts across the country. The president of the United States announces that he believes ID ought to be taught in the public schools on an equal footing with the theory of evolution. And in Dover, Pennsylvania, during one of these many controversies, a pastor named Ray Mummert delivers the line that both ends our tour and, in every real sense, sums it up:
“We’ve been attacked,” he says, “by the intelligent, educated segment of the culture.”
Indeed. I say it’s time that we attacked a bit more forcefully. ID is the poster child for Idiot America as a “fight” to be “won.” There is no fighting fact, and science is not the opposition of faith. Whether it’s global warming, the energy crisis, genetic engineering, stem cell research, evolution, or a dozen other scientific concepts that this country is unwilling to accept: we need to get with the rest of the world, or learn to speak Chinese. Cause if we fall behind, they will pick up the pieces.
Halloween Steaks
No mas Ads
You’ll notice that the Google Ads are no longer on my sidebar…I didn’t mind them, until an ad popped up for Intelligent Design.
*shudder*
Can’t abide my blog being used for advertising that. Maybe I’ll try again later with something that I can choose a bit more wisely.
More Blaise
From Jessamyn, over at librarian.net:
More on the Blaise Cronin/blogger back and forth. Apparently the story of Cronin’s lambasting from the blogger community has taken on legs of its own and is quoted in this Christian Science Monitor article about anonymity.
Funny…my lambasting from back in April has my name right at the top. Fancy that.
Become a Commoner
I’ve added a couple of image links to my sidebars in support of the Creative Commons fundraising effort…they are trying to raise $250K before Dec 31st, and are 1/5 or so of the way there. If you do any giving over the holiday season, this is a great cause to give to, since their work benefits everyone by making information and media easier to access. So if you’ve got $5, send it along to Creative Commons.
Mechanical Turk
Amazon just put out a really interesting new feature that they are calling the Amazon Mechanical Turk. It’s named after a famous fake mechanical man from the 1800’s that played chess against (and defeated!) both Benjamin Franklin and Napolean Bonaparte.
Basically, they are leveraging the fact that humans are the best pattern recognition machines coming or going, and are paying small amounts for identification of object that computers just have a hard time with. Show a computer two pictures, and ask “Which one is the better picture of this Starbucks?” and you’ll be waiting a long time…whereas, a human can do that in less than a second. This gives Amazon the ability to create large amounts of metadata that they can then leverage in other ways.
All in all, it’s brilliant. The execution is somewhat clumsy, but it’s a different attempt at capturing distributed information generation (ie wikipedia et al). I adore their tagline though: “Artificial artificial intelligence” 🙂
My Pet Zombies
Oh BoingBoing, how you taunt me so.
These would make a lovely Christmas or Birthday present to a certain blog writing zombie fan. Of course, they’d probably freak Betsy out something fierce, but it would be AWESOME to have two or three (dozen) of these in the basement, and conveniently forget to tell someone when they went down to grab the mop.
Bluegrass Zombie Action
Evidently, every year in Lexington, there is a group that gets together on Halloween and re-creates Michael Jackson’s video Thriller.
Why?
Who knows.

All I know is that zombies + Lexington is teh hawt.
Note the movie theatre marquee in the picture…that’s the Kentucky Theatre, where I spent many a teenage evening watching films of all sorts, from the Blade Runner director’s cut to Fritz the Cat. Makes me miss the bluegrass.


