The questions were interesting. One of his replies wasSir I will hereby bet 500 dollars that a blind person will be able to “read” and access all the material used here today by me, and in all my courses. Until you can make that claim, I will tell you to stick your “so what” comment up your ass.
He got a round of applause for that.
Hurrah! I have a head cold.
It's difficult to think past the fuzzy headache; I am frustrated at needing extra effort just to think. I look over the day to come and see it as one of self-maintenance, as I clean up whatever decides to spill from my eyes or nose. I worry that my dashing good looks may be marred by a tissue or two jammed up each nostril - though I could probably try for the albino walrus look.
It's not bad like a bad illness. It's bad like the neighbour bought a new over-powered sound system, failed to set it up properly (damaging the speakers in the process) and is now pumping out tracks from Steps' Greatest Hits. In an offence against Euclidean geometry, I want to climb inside my own head and beat seven shades of snot out of the virus. Judging from what my nose is pouring out, I may be doing just that. Hurrah! I am awesome.
In other, less narcissistic news, good friend Kevin Hargaden will be presenting a talk tonight on The Da Vinci Code. It's on in NUI Maynooth at 6:30pm, and is apparently attracting a lot of interest on campus. I know I'm looking forward to it. If you can, attend. I'll put up a more accurate location when I find out myself.
It's Valentines day today. I'm sure we'll all soon hear from people complaining about their lack of cards this year. It's really hard to listen to people boast about such “misfortune” when I've never received a single Valentine's day card in my life. In your face, misfortune boasters!
But I don't want your pity. I'm not looking for sympathy. Don't feel sorry for me. Feel sorry for Steve.
Steve has no legs. Steve has stumpy tentacles instead of arms. Steve cries green tears of sadness. Steve is a potato. Steve has an unsharpened pencil jammed right through his head. Steve never gets picked for games. Steve has no digestive system. Steve is covered in blotches. Steve lives in a plastic bag under the sink.
Poor Steve. Poor, poor Steve.
You may be wondering what happened to the design series. Truth is, I have the scraps of four articles waiting to be completed:
I need to tie them together into clear and distinct pieces. In the mean time, here's some out-of-order work I've been working on: a design experiment.
Today, I finished reading “Al Qaeda and what it means to be Modern” by John Gray. Although he makes strange comments about Christianity, and in his recounting of the greatest genocides of the twentiety century completely ignores Pol “psycho” Pot - my favourite genocider - I found it on the whole illuminating and clarifying.
There is a certain belief that, when I find that I am arguing with one who holds it, annoys the crap out of me. I was never able to solidly define it, but Gray has it nailed.
There is a belief among many that, as scientific knowledge progresses, so to do our morals and our politics. It is believed that (to quote Gray)
scientific advance engenders social progress. Yet surely this can be seen as nonsense? As Gray points out, Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union did not have to discard scientific knowledge to commit their atrocities. In fact, the Nazi killing machine relied upon it.
I've found that many such believers also believe, as a corollary, that those in the past were fools compared to those that live today.
My main man Cian Synnott once told me of a play from the ancient world (Greek or Roman, I do not know which), the characters of which seemed just like people you'd meet every day of the week. How can we say we have advanced when we are just like people from thousands of years ago?
Ultimately, increased scientific knowledge doesn't make us better people; the play in particular proves that though we have greatly increased our scientific knowledge we haven't really changed. All it means is that we know more about science. This is certainly an achievement, but there is a great difference between such knowledge and true wisdom.
The book is thought-provoking, and I would recommend it.
I think the consensus is that the best thing for a child is a stable login home, no matter if the parents are gay or not.
The only problem is the legal one.
You're such a fucking nerd.
Don't know where login came from.
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