Scienceborg has assimilated a new geology blog, All of My Faults Are Stress Related. With a title like that, you must go over there and rock her world.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Scienceborg has assimilated a new geology blog, All of My Faults Are Stress Related. With a title like that, you must go over there and rock her world.
It’s an interesting edition of Bloggingheads: the always pleasant Carl Zimmer in a dialog with hyper-enthusiastic Phil Plait. If I ever do one of these things with Phil, I’m going to have to send him a horse tranquilizer to swallow first, just so I can keep up.
Read all about it: he’s featured in the Toronto Star, and there’s even a nice picture of him.
In case you are unsure, I think he’s the one on the left.
I know! It’s hard to believe! Why, any of the riff-raff can just charge in and start a blog anymore. You write a book or a few, do some internationally recognized research in evolution, and suddenly you get cocky and think you have the talent to write a blog. Back in the day when I started in this, I had to struggle with none of that. And I liked it!
Despite his awesome handicaps, it is a pretty good blog.
I especially like this image from his book, Why Evolution is True(amzn/b&n/abe/pwll):
So…no transitional forms, huh? Look at that australopithecine between modern Homo and Pan. It’s definitely not a chimp — the pelvis alone would tell you that — yet it’s also definitely far from fully human. Very cool.
Way back in early January, I suggested that we vote for one of the Countess’s horror stories in an online contest. You will be pleased to hear that she won “Best Short Horror Story”!
You may recall that I also suggested that she reward Pharyngula’s participation with a little story of our own, so now her horror story begins — she’ll need to write something for the vicious, bloodthirsty, brutally critical audience here. There’s no hurry, of course, but I’ll let you all know when she comes through for us. Maybe it will be something with a beautiful princess, and a pony, and cephalopods, and ancient bones, and grisly atheists, or something.
…that today is GrrlScientist‘s birthday. You should go over there with a cake and some presents, or at least some good wishes.
Our favorite Viking zombie, Norwegianity, has returned from the dead.
…to our new colleague, Science Punk. I was a bit disappointed at the dearth of piercings and snarling and tattoos over there, but he’s new, give him time to shred the shiny new joint.
We’re losing Evolgen now, so say farewell. It looks like a combination of general burnout and the fact that he’s a young guy on a career track, and this is a time of transition, when he’s leaving his post-doc and looking for a real position. And as you all know, this isn’t the best of times to be trying to secure a job, so as he mentioned in a private communication*, he has to keep his options open in case the only openings are at Biola, Liberty, and the Discovery Institute.
*Those of you who have met RPM know that his real expertise is in sarcasm. Oh, and drunk karaoke.
