…goes to Sal Cordova.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
…goes to Sal Cordova.
The Dallas Observer has published a profile of Roy Abraham Varghese, a wealthy computer and business consultant who funnels money into ‘spirituality’ nonsense, that is not only so stupid that it pained me to read it, but but was also poorly and confusingly written — the reporter is utterly credulous and gushes over Varghese like the most pathetic fanboy, but then every once in a while tosses in a paragraph that takes a critical stance, but reads as if he has just cribbed an argument “for balance” and stuck it in, like a lump of hard thought floating in a sea of New Agey, fuzzy religious porridge. It makes one wonder if an editor had tried to sharpen up the slop by telling the writer to throw in some random scientific paragraph. The goofy philosophy is bad enough, but the graceless prose and incoherent structure is agonizing.
You know this article is in trouble from the first paragraph.
For a quarter-century Roy Abraham Varghese has been assembling God proofs. Along the way he won over the world’s most influential atheist.
The incompetence is stunning. Richard Dawkins makes the Time 100 list, and who do they commission to write up his profile?
Michael Fucking Behe.
That’s not just stupid, it’s a slap in the face. It would have been no problem to find a smart biologist, even one who might be critical of Dawkins’ message, to write something that expressed some measure of respect from the editorial staff. But to dig up a pseudoscientific fraud whose sole claim to fame is that he has led the charge to corrupt American science education for over a decade is shameful.
I’m sure there’s an editor at Time sniggering over his cleverness.
First order of business, we have a new inductee into the Order of the Molly:
Secondly, my latest blogroll open enrollment day harvested 88 90 new souls blogs. Take a look below the fold for the long, long list of new additions.
My next Seed column was just sent off to the overlords. I love this time of year! Everything is coming to tidy conclusions, so I can focus on one thing at once instead of 10, get it done, and unlike the usual Lernaean Hydra-like state of affairs, it doesn’t bloom into two new tasks.
Then, tomorrow … no classes, so I’m going to be able to just rip through all my grading without interruption. And then Friday and this weekend I’ll be free to tear through a major administrative chore that’s been dogging me for the last few months.
Freedom!
I was going through all those new blogs from my open enrollment day, and found this little clip on Salt on Everything. The ending made me giggle.
I pored over this map of online communities, and couldn’t find scienceblogs! I was so disappointed.
There’s an obvious place for us, though: somewhere down in the bottom left corner, around Sulawesi.
But I thought they were already parodies! The new parody tract, Darwinism: the Devil’s Religion, reveals the Unholy Trinity of Science, the Devil, Darwin, and Dawkins.
For the record, I want it known that there isn’t a single letter “D” anywhere in my name.
I just gave the last exam of my last class of this semester. No more lecture prep, no more lectures, just a stack of grading that I have to finish by Friday (I do have one final exam to give, but it’s optional—the score they get on it replaces the lowest exam score of the term—and I expect only about a quarter of the class will bother to take it). I’m sure the students are even more relieved than I am at this point.
The end is in sight!
Uh-oh—Neddie is channeling Al Swearengen again. If anything is going to resurrect the restless spirit of a hard, profane thug, it’s got to be the recent mess of an affair with Wolfowitz.
