January 20th, 2016 § Comments Off on ….of Rabbits and Hats § permalink
…or shall I say “in defense of crackpottery”?
I’ve said it before. I’ll say it again. Humanity is in a bit of a pinch just now. Need all the help we can get, yes?
It may be that in order to save our sorry asses we humans are going to need to pull a rabbit out of our collective hat any day now. And what if we’ve misplaced our hat? And what if we don’t believe in rabbits?
By the way, I don’t think Rupert Sheldrake is a classic Crackpot, though he intentionally plays the crackpot card often enough. I admire him, and here’s why. Sheldrake is playing Devil’s Advocate, and we need to hear it.
I’ve actually come to a bit of a decision, in part in response to Rupert Sheldrake’s latest book “Science Set Free”. I do not have an academic job. Unlike many people who aspire to understand Natural Philosophy, I have nothing to lose by riding the crackpot wave.
It is arguably my duty to speculate.
If people in my position – at least moderately scientifically informed, and not economically dependent upon being perceived as scientifically orthodox – don’t have the courage and, let us say it, self-deprecating humor to take a chance on looking foolish or gullible, then who will?
June 1st, 2013 § Comments Off on Per the Reality of Global Warming § permalink
I believe the evidence is clear that we humans are causing climate change. I don’t like to preach about it, as I want us to do something about it if possible, and preaching just hurts people’s feelings. On the other hand, this is a big deal, and I want to engage skeptics respectfully, on the merits of the evidence. This video does a good job of cutting to the essential.
April 2nd, 2013 § Comments Off on Slomped § permalink
Driving the bus. 4 minutes down on my third trip of the day. The 4th trip at 8:30 can be crazy on a Tuesday. All the kids go to their Tuesday classes, I guess. I say to myself, “I better pick up these 4 minutes or I’m going to get slomped.”
“Slomped.” Where did that come from? I thought about it for a few seconds and figured it must have been some kind of a synthesizing double elision between “slammed” and “stomped”. I thought about John Lennon’s advice to George Harrison about finding the right word for a lyric – “you just keep saying the line over and over and saying whatever comes to mind in the empty place.”
Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like a rutabega
I thought of Pete Maravich’s game when no one, least of all Pistol Pete, knew what physical genius was about to instantiate.
Stevie Wonder’s melisma. Charlie Parker’s phrasing.
And then I thought, “hey, I bet my elision was actually between ‘slammed’ and ‘swamped’.” I hadn’t even had immediate access to my own thought processes in retrospect.
Take a flyer.
Trust the universes to provide for the completion of the gesture.
Embark upon the worthy gesture at a moments notice.
I am swamped these days, and not actively posting to theWheel, but I have to leave a note about this experiment. Per many previous posts (like this one), I hope and expect we will be getting a few surprises as the data starts rolling in. Listen to the Moon.