I recently ran into one of the tried-and-boring christian come-backs against atheism: “if you don’t believe in god, how can you find joy in your life?” You know, that kind of yawner.
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I recently ran into one of the tried-and-boring christian come-backs against atheism: “if you don’t believe in god, how can you find joy in your life?” You know, that kind of yawner.
Often, my gutter-crawling through politics and the history of revolutions, government, racism, and nastiness, leave me so sad and angry that I don’t know what to do. Add on top of it my leg hurting and the clot-buster drugs, which seem to be making me a bit stupid and low-energy, and I’ve got a real motivational crisis. Oh, yeah, and looming over it all is my certainty that species extinction and the collapse of civilization is hurtling toward us at an accelerating rate. “Why bother?” doesn’t strike me as an unreasonable question; trying anything at all seems to be an act of denial.
This is the state of the doors as of Tuesday night.
This is the state of play Wednesday evening.
This is a really lovely blues-tinged cover, delivered with passion.
I have dragged my feet on this project for just a bit more than a year. I’m particularly mad at myself because I could have solved the problem by driving to Lowes with some money and buying a bunch of rolling glass porch doors and some track and installing them. It’d be a day’s work.
Back in the 50’s and 60’s, there were photographs of “flying saucers” that were considered to be non-fake because of the presumed difficulty of faking film.
This crossed my radar screen sensor fusion network thanks to the folks at TWIV. What does it have to do with virology? Nothing!
After reading about various military campaigns in Russia, I am hesitant to complain overmuch about “muddy season.”
This is to help defray FTB’s legal debts from Richard Carrier’s defamation lawsuit. Details and rules are below: