The latest edition of the Tangled Bank is at geek counterpoint. Lotsa linky, have fun!
The latest edition of the Tangled Bank is at geek counterpoint. Lotsa linky, have fun!
Falwell’s funeral was yesterday, and apparently there were demonstrations — which seems highly inappropriate to me, now matter which side they were arguing — and a Liberty University student was arrested for bringing homemade bombs to the funeral. Bombs. To a funeral. There’s just something insanely religious about that.
Worse still was his excuse: “to stop protesters from disrupting the funeral service.” Yeah, people waving signs and chanting slogans at a funeral is tacky and disruptive, but you don’t enhance the solemnity of the moment by setting off explosions. Replacing chanting with the screams of the maimed isn’t in keeping with the spirit of the event. Well, except maybe in Falwell’s case…but hey, let’s not stoop to his level.
It’s not even clear who attended that funeral. The Republicans snubbed him. Was it just Liberty University drones and the Rev. Godhates Phelps and his crew? If so, maybe a pitched battle with a little bombthrowing would have left the world a better place.
We’re up to a round two dozen submissions for the Ham Roast or Creation Museum Carnival or whatever we’re going to call it — keep ’em coming in, I’m planning on posting it early Sunday morning. At this rate, it’s going to be big, and it’s going to be good.
Leave it to Susie Bright to connect a review of a spectacular book about deep sea organisms to sex toys.
I’m going to get the book myself, but now I’m going to have a whole ‘nother view of its contents. Oh, wait…actually, maybe not.
Sad news: Stanley Miller died on Sunday. If you don’t know who he was, go read this interview.
(via Evolucionarios)
Oh, dear. John West of the Disco Institute is in a furious snit because, after refusing to grant tenure to Guillermo Gonzalez, Iowa State University did promote Hector Avalos, of the Religious Studies department, to full professor. You can just tell that West is spitting mad that Iowa would dare to keep Avalos around, and thinks it a grave injustice that one scholar would be accepted, while their pet astronomer gets the axe. So now they’re going to do a hatchet job on Avalos.
Here are three animals. If you had to classify them on the basis of this superficial glimpse, which two would you guess were most closely related to each other, and which one would be most distant from the others?
On the left is a urochordate, an ascidian, a sessile, filter-feeding blob that is anchored to rocks or pilings and sucks in sea water to extract microorganismal meals. In the middle is a cephalochordate, Amphioxus, also a filter feeder, but capable of free swimming. On the right are some fish larvae. All are members of the chordata, the deuterostomes with notochords. If you’d asked me some years ago, I would have said it’s obvious: vertebrates must be more closely related to the cephalochordates—they have such similar post-cranial anatomies—while the urochordates are the weirdos, the most distant cousins of the group. Recent developments in molecular phylogenies, though, strongly suggest that appearances are deceiving and we vertebrates are more closely related to the urochordates than to the cephalochordates, implying that some interesting evolutionary phenomena must have been going on in the urochordates. We’d expect to see some conservation of developmental mechanisms because of their common ancestry, but the radical reorganization of their morphology suggests that there ought also be some significant divergence at a deep level. That makes the urochordates a particularly interesting group to examine.
I wish I could have been there—Kristine Harley was in the Galapagos and got to break the news to Richard Dawkins that Jerry Falwell had died. It’s hilarious.
It’s also true that Kristine is not a very nice girl. She’s probably a witch.
As if you need any more motivation to contribute to the Creation Museum carnival, it turns out that these kinds of criticisms rankle Ken Ham. DefCon blog issued a press release accusing them of peddling lies, and Ham fired back with an indignant “Well! I never!” response. The funniest bit is where he tries to defend creationism by claiming that many famous scientists were creationists—and some of them were even contemporaries of Darwin. Then he lists a whole gang of famous scientists who mostly preceded Darwin, and were in disciplines in which they never had to consider biological evolution. It’s the usual deception these guys pull.
So contribute to the Creation Museum carnival! Make Ken Ham twitch and cry!
Hey, gang…it seems that highlighting that pointless petition to Free Kent Hovind has stirred up some enmity. The organizer of the petition has noticed us. Apparently, Satan’s clever scheme to destroy goodness in the world involves getting a bunch of internet nerds to wiggle their fingers and type their names into a text box.
Blaspheming Heathens challenge us to a duel!
The Devil himself is inspiring non-believers to destroy our efforts.
I apologize for the vandalism that occured on the petition this morning. It appears our petition and prayers have driven another brigade of Satan’s army into quite a fury:
Then my post is quoted (it wasn’t exactly “furious,” though, since I said justice shouldn’t be determined with a popularity contest). I will agree with this poor fellow—don’t deface the foolish petition. There’s no point, anyway, since the organizer will just delete your funny signatures.
That’s OUR petition they’re trying to destroy. I just cannot understand how those heathens can live with themselves.
Let’s give ’em our best prayer-circle inclusion and let them know that Dr. Hovind has the support he needs in the midst of this devil’s playground on the internet.
I didn’t really think of it as a duel, but OK, en garde. Unleash Satan’s Brigade, and give ’em hell! The “Jail Kent Hovind” petition has 235 signatures, the “Free Kent Hovind” petition has 45. Let’s steamroller ’em. No cheating, either—legitimate, unique signatures only, please.
Let’s also be nice and encourage them to pray real hard.