One of the perks of this blogging gig is that Roy Zimmerman sends me his CDs—you want it just for the songs Creation Science 101 and Intelligent Design, although the rest is toe-tapping good, too.
The Wordburst feature on the Scienceblogs main page sometimes comes up with strange combinations: right now the words of the day are “stupider”, “breasts”, “Deepak Chopra”, “Fisking”, and “ingest”. One of those other science sites, Element List, is picking on us by running a contest…a contest to write a science joke using those five terms. Go ahead, make fun of us. Win a prize.
Evil Bobby (with a name like that, he should know) tells me that Darth Vader’s little brother Chad Vader is working as a night manager at a grocery store in Madison. I’m going to have to suggest to my son that he look the place up and toss a tangelo down one of the ventilation shafts, just to see what happens.
Since John Wilkins also made the pilgrimage to Down House this past July, we had to one-up him and find something he hadn’t seen—and here it is. There was a laboratory space behind the greenhouses that he hadn’t been able to enter, but we could, and inside was a beehive and…worm pots!
The placard simply says that Darwin studied worms for the last two years of his life, and includes a few paragraphs from his worm work. There they are, three dead-looking pots on a bare shelf. Writhe in envy, Wilkins! Now you’re going to have to book a flight to London to catch up with us.
I’ve already mentioned I’m off to England tomorrow (shall I say it some more? I am so looking forward to this…), so it’s amazingly useful that Kottke puts up an exercise in England-speak. I shall have to listen to it a few more times to practice comprehending them furriners.
This morning, I’m off to the Unitarian Church of Willmar to talk about creationism. I’ll be back later, but ’til then, you kiddies can watch some TV. Flea has David Rakoff, if you want to laugh at the inanity of the right wing, while Crooks and Liars hosts the latest Olbermann, if you’re more in the mood for tragedy, in this case the unraveling of the Constitution.
I am very glad that I am not a math teacher.
We’re hoping he’ll announce that he’s going to run against Coleman in 2008 from the stage here at Morris—he was playing coy with Jon Stewart because, pffft, you want to make such important statements in places that matter, that have resonance.
Don’t you just love how Tom Tomorrow can find the silver lining in every cloud?