The Attempt to Connect Darwin to Hitler

So this past Sunday, August 26, 2007, I sat down after my wife and children headed off to their church and decided to watch what had been on television on some random cable channel that morning when the family was watching. It looked like a nature program, talking about life in the oceans. I was watching half-heartedly, computer in my lap while I was typing up another entry, when I heard a word that made my ears perk up and my heart sink:

“Darwinism.”

So this past Sunday, August 26, 2007, I sat down after my wife and children headed off to their church and decided to watch what had been on television on some random cable channel that morning when the family was watching. It looked like a nature program, talking about life in the oceans. I was watching half-heartedly, computer in my lap while I was typing up another entry, when I heard a word that made my ears perk up and my heart sink:

“Darwinism.”

Now, for those not in the know, this is a special word. It’s special because only one group of people tend to use it: Creationist Christians*, and generally only in one sense. It is a pejorative, carrying with it implications of ignorance, idolatry, and cultism. In this case, they placed the blame for the massacres of the modern age — including the Holocaust — squarely at the feet of these “Darwinists”.

So I paid a bit closer attention. I mean, apparently I’m part of an elite league of mass-murderers. I should probably take notes for the day when I finally grow up and carry out my own personal genocide.

Hot on the heels of the D-word, a few moments later I heard another interviewee use the “E-word”: “Evolutionists”. Yep, like “Darwinists”, this word carries negative connotations, and implies blind devotion to an ideal without regard for consequences. It is also a word almost exclusively used as a pejorative by Creationists. These evil evolutionists are defined by what they believe rather than the color of their skin, I guess.

The film did a good job of making people think those Evolutionists and Darwinists are really, really bad people. I mean, I couldn’t be one of those awful people. I hadn’t shot down a child’s hopes for an education that day. Nor had I shoved a Molotov cocktail down the windpipe of a resident Creationist and lit it on fire. In fact, I didn’t even get my ritual textbook-censoring finished that morning. I hadn’t forced Jesus out of my child’s elementary school with my own Cat-o-nine-tails, or beaten mention of the word “God” out of the vocabulary of a public school teacher.

I guess that makes me remiss in fulfilling my duties as a faithful member of the “Darwinism” church. I didn’t park a twenty-ton rock inscribed with Carl Sagan’s Baloney Detection Kit in the main hall of my local courthouse. I haven’t fulfilled my quota of burned Bibles today, nor have I paid my bribes to my local police officers to pull people over for having fish with IXOYE on their bumpers.

There is another word used for people who think Darwin’s ground-breaking work was good science, but, of course, flawed. These people may have their own personal beliefs about God, but they think that these beliefs have no place in a public school science class. They acknowledge when they are proven wrong, but generally aren’t swayed on their opinion about facts by PR campaigns and evangelical television specials.

The word for these people?

“Scientists.”

What does it take for someone to be a scientist? Rigorous dedication to thorough research and supportable conclusions in published papers comes to mind. Every child learns the Scientific Method in school. According to Wikipedia, the “Scientific method is a body of techniques for investigating phenomena and acquiring new knowledge.” This is key: it’s a method of investigation and acquiring new knowledge.

If it can’t be used as a method of investigation for acquiring new empirical knowledge, it’s not science. End of line. If you aren’t willing to — or can’t — be proven wrong, what you are promoting isn’t science.

But not to the people I saw on television. They seemed convinced there was a radical conspiracy to outlaw Intelligent Design (ID) from public schools. They pushed the view that the “secularists,” “Darwinists,” and “Evolutionists” are in positions of power, forcing evolution on unsuspecting children and denying ID proponents their rights.

The video tried to cast Creationism as the victim of a massive government ploy to rob children of their Christian heritage. They kept insisting that schools need to teach “both sides” of the issue. This phrase was repeated over and over again, like a mantra of righteous indignation. “Both sides,” with the word “sides” emphasized sometimes, and the word “both” emphasized in others.

Big clue for the makers of this video: there is no “both sides”. There is good science. There is disputed science. And there is bad science. There is a range of gray across the whole spectrum. “Both sides” sounds as if these Creationsts want fact taught together with fiction, melded into a whimsical whole fraught with pseudo-science, superstition, and a small dose of truth to keep the naysayers in line.

If you wanted to cover all sides of the issue — since there are far more creation myths than just the Christian one — then do so. Somewhere other than Science class, because at that point it’s not science anymore. If Intelligent Design is “science”, it is very bad science. The hypotheses are untestable and unprovable from the evidence. It’s not a method of investigation or acquiring new knowledge. It is an intellectual dead-end, a giving-up on hope for answers in favor of farcical well-wishing.

Now, I’m absolutely in favor of educating children on the issues. Let’s hear about the intelligent design vs. evolution “debate” — decidedly one-sided, since there is little debate in the scientific community about whether evolution happened, just how it happened — in classrooms. Let’s teach that there are two opposing positions in the US political arena, and a far different situation abroad. Let’s get children involved in debating one another about some of these questions, with a focus on having them learn to support their arguments regardless of whether they personally agree with the position or not.

Let’s talk about that in debate class. Or politics class. Or perhaps American History. Science class is for instruction in facts, not an unsupportable hypothesis like “my god did it.”

Evolution is no mere hypothesis. It’s a theory, tested and repeatedly proven for over a hundred years. What form exact changes take is hotly contested, and there are worlds of research available in the field to understand how these changes happen. Debate about specifics in the scientific community is a sign of a healthy community. You’ll see these in abundance. It does not indicate that there is any dispute about the basic fact of evolution underlying so many useful, life-saving science advances.

The Luddites who produced this video are no better than flat-earthers, trying to carry humanity back to a more primitive, violent age by blaming the Holocaust on evolution. They are doing a disservice to their country, their God, and their fellow citizens by advocating hate for science, and I will oppose this type of anti-facts disinformation campaign whenever I see it.

(Side note: I’d like to buy a copy of their video so that I can write a fuller critique, since I only saw part of it. However, on their page they say to make a donation of “any amount” to get the video. While I’m not opposed to exchanging money for goods, I am opposed to making a “donation” to a cause which I vehemently oppose. Should I just donate a dollar and cost them money to send me the video?)

( *Creationists don’t like to be called Dominionists or Christianists for similar reasons.)

The Linker

About a year ago, I got an invitation to join a little site called LinkedIn. The somewhat laughable purpose for this site was to let everybody link to everybody else they know, make recommendations, and publish profiles about themselves.

About a year ago, I got an invitation to join a little site called LinkedIn. The somewhat laughable purpose for this site was to let everybody link to everybody else they know, make recommendations, and publish profiles about themselves.

You know. A MySpace for the un-hip crowd who is far more interested in job contacts than posting videos of their latest tattoo.

Well, anyway, it turns out it’s far larger than I ever thought. In the past year, it’s actually gotten downright huge. So far, the only person from this site on there other than me is Tim Clarke.

(EDIT by matthew: I should have said, “So far, the only person from this site who has linked to me is Tim Clarke.” That’s a situation which, as of the time of this edit, had changed, too!)

My thought is, this site is likely to be a godsend for people looking for work. I’m gainfully employed, and have been for over three years, but still, when the day comes that I leave (voluntarily or involuntarily), my first stop is probably going to be with former classmates and co-workers via LinkedIn.

Yeah, yeah, so it’s an endorsement. Still a nifty tool.

My link is: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/3/683/8aa

I’ve left off at least one embarassing job 🙂 How about you?

BE ON TIME – or – Common Courtesy

Short one today..
I’m sitting here at work – I work a job with 24 hour staffing.

Why can I blog? Because the person supposed to relieve me is taking their sweet time.

The shift replacing me is supposed to be here at 6:45. I then give a report to the oncoming person, and I’m done by 7:15.

My replacement comes in every day at 6:55. Gets a cup of coffee.. and doesn’t begin report until 7.

Short one today.. I’m sitting here at work – I work a job with 24 hour staffing.

Why can I blog? Because the person supposed to relieve me is taking their sweet time.

The shift replacing me is supposed to be here at 6:45. I then give a report to the oncoming person, and I’m done by 7:15.

My replacement comes in every day at 6:55. Gets a cup of coffee.. and doesn’t begin report until 7.

Now.. I only have to deal with her a couple times a month.. (A staff of 10 comes in to replace a staff of 8) – but I cringe when I see its going to be her.

You ever deal with this?

Help me get BACK on the Radio!

Simply put, if you’re reading this.. Click HERE and it will open up a new window that will play “Presidentialized”, the second cut off my album, “THREE”.

Please, please, with fluffy bunnies just click away HERE! (do it lots!), because my number of plays determines my ranking on the chart, which could get me noticed by The Powers That Be (With respects to Cordelia Chase).

CLCIK HERE!

I don’t often troll for help – but this one is easy!
There’s more really cool news.. click “READ MORE”!

Simply put, if you’re reading this.. Click HERE and it will open up a new window that will play “Presidentialized”, the second cut off my album, “THREE”.

Please, please, with fluffy bunnies just click away HERE! (do it lots!), because my number of plays determines my ranking on the chart, which could get me noticed by The Powers That Be (With respects to Cordelia Chase).

CLCIK HERE!

I don’t often troll for help – but this one is easy! There’s more really cool news.. click “READ MORE”!

Hey.. its shameless whoring.. but we gotta do what we gotta do. CLCIK HERE!

OKAY! I’ll stop.

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WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE? or His Story

What?!!

See, it occurred to me that over the years, we’ve debated a lot of points regarding religion and faith.. but I’m still really not sure what everyone really thinks. We debate the finer points but never really say where we stand.. so I found myself wondering.

Here’s my track…
Episcopal -> Catholic -> Right Wing Protestant Evangelical -> Centrist Protestant Christian

Which is to say that I started episcopal, became a catholic when I learned the history of the episcopal church (and cuz my Dad was one), rejected that based on theological problems (and un-christian priests), jumped the fence to being a young Jerry Falwell and have settled down into a centrist Christian faith.

What?!!

See, it occurred to me that over the years, we’ve debated a lot of points regarding religion and faith.. but I’m still really not sure what everyone really thinks. We debate the finer points but never really say where we stand.. so I found myself wondering.

Here’s my track… Episcopal -> Catholic -> Right Wing Protestant Evangelical -> Centrist Protestant Christian

Which is to say that I started episcopal, became a catholic when I learned the history of the episcopal church (and cuz my Dad was one), rejected that based on theological problems (and un-christian priests), jumped the fence to being a young Jerry Falwell and have settled down into a centrist Christian faith.

Right now I believe in the teachings and deity of jesus Christ as defined by the Bible, but subscribe to no particular denomination (I’m kind of anti-religion).

This came up as I was talking to an ex-baptist atheist tonight and brought up this site, our discussions, and some of the journeys we’ve been on. I’m curious as to where YOU are.

The Many Names of David Ryder

I know we have a few Mystery Science Theater 3000 fans out there, so I bring you: The Many Names of David Ryder.

“Big McLargeHuge”, “Crunch ButtSteak”, and “Smoke Manmuscle” made me laugh out loud…

I know we have a few Mystery Science Theater 3000 fans out there, so I bring you: The Many Names of David Ryder.

“Big McLargeHuge”, “Crunch ButtSteak”, and “Smoke Manmuscle” made me laugh out loud…

Needed: Keyboard shortcut for Paste -> Unformatted Text

Can someone hook a brother up? I need a keyboard shortcut for paste->unformatted text.

I spend a minimum of 20 times a day clicking through the draw-down options to paste unformatted text. I hate how MS Office pastes retain the original formatting.

TIA.

Can someone hook a brother up? I need a keyboard shortcut for paste->unformatted text.

I spend a minimum of 20 times a day clicking through the draw-down options to paste unformatted text. I hate how MS Office pastes retain the original formatting.

TIA.

The First Day of Junior High

Well, today my daughter reached a landmark: her first day in Junior High. She is prepping to head out to school right as I write this.

I look back and don’t have many memories of elementary school. Here and there, I have a few, like kids rough-housing on the playground and calling it a “rumble”, or when Jennifer With The Braces walked up to me and announced that she heard I wanted to “go with her” and she wasn’t interested, or the time Shiloh decided that we were the two smartest kids in the class and wanted us to do something together every day to show how smart we were.

Well, today my daughter reached a landmark: her first day in Junior High. She is prepping to head out to school right as I write this.

I look back and don’t have many memories of elementary school. Here and there, I have a few, like kids rough-housing on the playground and calling it a “rumble”, or when Jennifer With The Braces walked up to me and announced that she heard I wanted to “go with her” and she wasn’t interested, or the time Shiloh decided that we were the two smartest kids in the class and wanted us to do something together every day to show how smart we were.

OK, I guess I have plenty of memories from elementary school; I just had to jog them. Now that I’ve applied my brain a bit, I’m remembering names, faces, events… Yeah, OK, maybe I blocked it out just because it was unpleasant!

But Junior High held some special moments for me. I cursed for the first time. As a matter of fact, Sammy G was there the time that I started randomly shouting “f— you” to every passer-by, until one particularly large bruiser-stoner in our class walked up, casually grabbed me by the throat, and throttled me while saying “you shouldn’t say that to me”. I immediately decided that maybe I didn’t want to do that again. Or the time I walked up behind Danny, the “I have an attitude problem” kid from the class, and he turned around and slugged me in the face without provocation. I still have a fake half-tooth from that encounter, and remember the cluelessness of the approaching teacher who insisted I let him go from the headlock that I had him in. “If I let him go, he’s just going to hit me again.” “Let him go this instant!” “OK, lady, but I told you… (release) (SMACK!) See, I told you he was going to hit me again.” He was expelled from the school for that incident.

I was in a car accident, without a seat belt, which made me a little bit shorter for the rest of my life, with recurring neck pain and a constant ringing in my left ear. Those mild inconveniences beat being dead, I think. I tried cigarettes, and after two days of puffing away madly on a stolen pack of cigs, I decided I didn’t like them and never tried another one. I built my first model airplane, a control-line deal with a Cox .046 motor that I saved for months to buy, and destroyed it after only a few flights.

I met Laurie McDermott in seventh grade, and even though we have gone years between seeing one another, I miss hanging out with her. I met Sammy G, the short, fat, Jewish kid in the class, and we used to play “football” — with a little folded-up triangle of paper and made-up rules — every day at lunch. Boy, what a transformation he underwent, and today he’s probably the tallest, fittest one out of the bunch I used to hang out with. In eighth grade, I mooched a piece of candy from a seventh grader and gained a life-long friend in Jon Brusco. He’s let me mooch his candy and sleep over ever since 😉

I can’t help but think that my daughter is going to establish some of the same life-long relationships in the coming two years. And I look back to some of the truly stupid things I did, and wonder what her mistakes are going to be.

Good luck, Sara. You’re going to need it.

The Backup Crisis

Today I have a general question on handling office politics in a large company.

You see, I’m responsible for managing backups on a large, profitable, but under-funded division of a large company. In recent months, I’ve noticed that the amount of time builds of our software remain on the file server get shorter and shorter. Most recently, they moved to a two-week retention of software builds on the server.

Today I have a general question on handling office politics in a large company.

You see, I’m responsible for managing backups on a large, profitable, but under-funded division of a large company. In recent months, I’ve noticed that the amount of time builds of our software remain on the file server get shorter and shorter. Most recently, they moved to a two-week retention of software builds on the server.

Well, that’s not my problem, except that now we receive an overwhelming crush of restore requests every week. And these restores are coming from tapes which are supposed to be for disaster-recovery purposes, vaulted off-site in case our building gets destroyed. But at this rate, they hardly leave the office because I need them almost every single day.

Basically, critical permanent archival tapes are being used as a slow file-server powered by a monkey on the keyboard (me). The workload is up to around 20 hours per week spent just on this duty. The bigger worry, though, is that we’re one truck-crash, mishandled tape, or flood/fire/earthquake away from losing all of our precious builds for the past several years. We’re contractually obligated to provide many of these within 24 hours for high-profile customers who require them.

I’ve told my boss, and I’ve talked to the boss over the team responsible for archiving builds. It’s obvious we need a large 40-60TB file server to accommodate a year or two worth of builds before going off-site for permanent storage.

And, of course, the day that the fit hits the shan and a build is permanently lost due to a mishandled tape or other mis-hap, it’s my butt on the line. And I’m not nearly important enough for anyone to be worried about blaming me for the problem.

How would you handle this? Would you start escalating up the management chain until you get a response, regardless of who you tick off? Or would you follow some other tack?