After all, he got to have dinner with both Dawkins and Hitchens, at the same time. Simultaneously. Like they were in the same room having a conversation. That would have been an interesting table.
Cowan also has video of Dawkins’ talk at Kepler’s Bookstore—and yeah, P-Zed is mentioned, inducing a few blushes from 1500+ miles away.
I’d just like some reassurance that there are other targets out there, since
Korn is on the run.
An anti-evolutionary Christian extremist suspected of sending threatening letters to biology professors at the University of Colorado has gone on the lam, according to a staff member familiar with a police investigation into the matter.
Not that I’m panicky or anything, but I am more comfortable knowing he’s in Colorado than just somewhere.
OK, just to be on the safe side, I let the local police know that this guy is on the loose, and that he’d sent me some strange email yesterday. It’s highly unlikely he’d show up here … but if he did, there would be only one reason for him to be here.
Look at this: now the Intelligent Design creationists are branching out into pirate fashion. They’re everywhere!
Some guy in Virginia didn’t like this op-ed by David Barash, and didn’t like being characterised as an “illiterate troglodyte,” so he set out to demonstrate that he was an illiterate troglodyte. He wrote a letter that’s simply non-stop bogosity.
OK, this is the final straw. The Intelligent Design creationists send out press releases, they peddle textbooks in our classrooms, they publish dishonest books of pseudoscience, and now … and now, they’ve come out with a popular magazine.
I’d complain some more but I’m afraid they’d kick sand in my face and beat me up.
(via ERV)
Back when I was a youngling, I read a very exciting series of science-fiction novels called The Deathworld Trilogy, by Harry Harrison. The premise was that there was this horrifically fierce planet in the galaxy, with gravity twice Earth-normal, constantly erupting volcanoes, and savage, ravenous beasts that were out to destroy anything that moves. The humans who settled there became heavily muscled with lightning-fast reflexes and a militaristic society that provided some of the best soldiers in the universe. Now that is the setting for old-school science-fiction.
The genre isn’t dead! I picked up a copy of a book called Storm World(amzn/b&n/abe/pwll). I figured it would be another tale of heroic humans conquering impossible odds in a dangerous setting, this time on a planet rife with ferocious storms. The story provides the storms, alright, but, boy, was I disappointed otherwise: it was the most unbelievable science-fiction novel I’ve ever read.
Tim Lambert shows that you can’t even eat at your daughter’s wedding rehearsal dinner without being accused of raping the planet. Although it turns out that the meal was from sustainable stocks, and the loudest complainers are always the ones who are busiest doing the boom-boom-chicka-wow-wow with the planet already.
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