Creationism: Still Crazy After all These Years

Creationism: Still Crazy After all These Years

Eugenie Scott is always a good listen.

O’Reilly: Atheists are Picking on Baby Jesus Again!

O’Reilly: Atheists are Picking on Baby Jesus Again!

Disclaimer: I”m an atheist, I celebrate the heck out of Christmas, and I can support science as well – it’s the best of all worlds.

I entreat you to enjoy the season, and if you are Christian, the reason. It’s divisive culture warriors who wreck the holidays for the rest of folks, and Bill is clearly one of them. I especially liked the false supposition that the Atheist campaign is specifically against Christians, considering that these ads were running during Eid, and that “God” is non specific.

Lawhawk on the Dollars and Sense of Emission Reductions

Lawhawk on the Dollars and Sense of Emission Reductions

Lawhawk has a good article up on what it takes to really reduce to emissions targets that our President will talk about in Copenhagen; I recommend you stop by and read it.

Things That Wake You in the Night

Things that wake you in the night

moon-11-30-09What wakes you from sound sleep in the middle of the night?

For me it’s usually thoughts of mortality – the past few years it’s been the mortality of our species, or the mortality of those facing the war on terror on the front lines, or those actually living in terror in countries where Al Qaeda and their ilk run rampant like Pakistan and Somalia.

Tonight maybe it’s the mortality of my mom as she faces her second confrontation with cancer, or perhaps it was just a self pitying sense of my own mortality as I laid there awake with only my right eye open and debated whether it was worth it or not to toss about a bit and try to get back to sleep.

Maybe it’s none of those and just the night trains; first a laden long train of food from the harvest thrumming and clacking lightly across the plains, then a multi-engine laboring leviathan train of coal groaning across the plains hauling heavy black carbon from the deep seams of the earth to the power plant. Then a third train lightly thrums through, blaring its horn like the others at each distant intersection; creating a far dopplering diesel wail through the cold mist that’s become snow further West.

I doubt the train theory however; we live near the head of the Santa Fe trail and the trains run in multiples here every night, hence I am quite used to every sound they make and find them comforting reminders of the industry of our country when I hear them in the dark of the night.

So then I opened my other eye, the one that’s not sadly obsessed with reality, and went downstairs to write this and light my first cigarette of the day. Yes, I am a fool who is familiar with Akrasia.