More blog filling, thanks to GrrlScientist. Really, though, if I belong in any European city at all, I’d have guessed London, but the test says otherwise: You Belong in Paris You enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris. You’re the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe. What European City Do You Belong In?
I’m apparently a punk wannabe… I am 30% Punk Rock. Well, I may know what punk is, but… Okay maybe some people think I am punk, but is that enough? Nope. Take the Punk Rock Test @ FualiDotCom
It looks like everyone at ScienceBlogs is trying this quiz. Now that I have been completely assimilated into the collective, I cannot resist. So… You Are 22% Evil A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well. In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil. How Evil Are You?
After yesterday’s all-out frontal assault on a dubious scientific journal (which, by the way, you should still read if you haven’t already), how about some lighter fare for today? A couple of months ago, when the fury of fundamentalist Muslims was directed at Denmark for the publication by one of its newspapers of cartoons portraying the Prophet Mohammed, I wrote articles arguing that freedom of speech demands that religion not be exempt from criticism or satire. Indeed, religion is such a powerful and pervasive influence on so many people and societies that freedom of speech almost demands that it be …
He’ll build a glass asylum With just a hint of mayhem He’ll build a better whirlpool We’ll be living from sin, then we can really begin Please savior, saviour, show us Hear me, I’m graphically yours Someone to claim us, someone to follow Someone to shame us, some brave Apollo Someone to fool us, someone like you We want you Big Brother Song: Big Brother. Album: Diamond Dogs (1974) Why this song? Given what’s going in over the last few years, you have to ask?
I have mixed feelings about the season finale of Battlestar Galactica, which aired Friday night. Overall, the second season has been a lot less consistent than the first. Some episodes (Downloaded, for example) were as good or better than anything in the first season, while a couple (Black Market, for example) bordered on being downright stinkers. Lay Down Your Burdens, Part II contained elements of both the best and the worst of the second season. At the very least, this episode confirms that Battlestar Galactica is surely one of the most exhiliratingly and infuriatingly adventurous shows on the air, if …
Need more cowbell? Not if you’re this guy. Bummer. Next we’ll hear about miraculous “cowbell cures” from alties.
Sent via e-mail: Paris Hilton prepares for Mother Theresa role. I almost choked on my ice tea when I read that. Please tell me this is a sick joke. It sure sounds like one, and certainly the source doesn’t look particularly reliable. Even so… (OK, OK, I know. Enough with the fluff. I’ll start posting more about medicine–surgery, actually– tomorrow and science after that.)