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For newcomers, some items from the archives. Again, with a theme of sorts.
You Will Pretend It Has Great Value.
At Montreal’s Concordia University, even light is being “decolonised.”
The assembled scholars boast that they are “not seeking to improve scientific ‘truth’” and that the purpose of their intellectual toil is “not to find new or better explanations of light.” As if such gifts were theirs to give, or a remotely plausible outcome. Instead, they are vexed by the “social power relations” of scientific enquiry, its objectivity and usefulness, and the fact that the quantifiable and demonstrable tends to trump mythology and the adorable ramblings of one’s Very Indigenous Grandpa.
In Space No-One Can Hear You Scream.
“Decolonising” the search for extra-terrestrial life. Or, the managed decline of Scientific American.
The upside, however – i.e., the premise of the whole 2,300-word article – is, to say the least, a tad vague. Apparently, hiring Iroquois or Pawnee people, or Australian Aboriginals, or whoever is deemed sufficiently brown and therefore magical, would result in “the expansion of our pool of what civilisations might look like.” “It just makes sense,” says she.
Readers unschooled in intersectional woo may be puzzled as to why those chosen as suitably indigenous and put-upon would have much to add to the doing of modern astronomy and space exploration. A pivotal role in any success seems unlikely. Readers may also wonder why those who can construct orbital telescopes and land robots on distant planets should defer in matters of science to those who can’t.
On tongue-bathing the primitive.
I’m not sure what’s achieved by gushing over the fact that what we now know as the constellation of Orion was referred to as a canoe by an arrested Stone Age foraging culture. A culture that, despite tens of thousands of years of purported “astronomy,” had bugger all to show for it. While Galileo Galilei was calculating the heights of lunar mountains and discovering the moons of Jupiter, our Aboriginal “astronomers” had little to say on the subject.
And while Angelo Secchi was pioneering astronomical spectroscopy – and proving that the blinding disc in the midday sky must be the same kind of object as those twinkling specks seen at night, only much, much closer – and pondering what follows from that realisation – our Aboriginal “astronomers” were still banging on about sky emus.
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Some props back to the British today.
We don’t have these concerns in the Appalachians. They just never show up. Better to just do the job yourself because you’re probably going to end up doing it yourself anyway.
I’ll see your off key and raise you a Trans Siberian Railroad. Was having minor skin surgery on my back (4 square cm at a time, at some point I’m just going to disappear), the surgeon turns on that wonderful relaxing (not) cacophony and starts bumba-dum-dumming to it. It was his favorite classical music, you see.
Or Orchestra. Or Steamroller. Whatever.
Trans Siberian Steamroller, because I don’t care for either of those groups.
I’ll see your off key and raise you a Trans Siberian Railroad. Was having minor skin surgery on my back…
When wheeled into the operating room for minor surgery, there was a TV above the table and it was playing Paw Patrol. I half expected Doogie Howser to be my surgeon.
Labour in a landslide?
Blimey, mates. Even a flatworm knows how to turn away from the pain.
What’s the explanation for this?
My wife…sigh…my wife…rather than drive across town to use my dentist, tried a few others on our side of town. One, who also tried to sell her on a lot of unnecessary stuff, did her cleaning/checkup with the Iraq war playing on the tv in the examination room. I remember my childhood dentist having a fish aquarium in the waiting room…but I digress…
Ultimately she ended up driving across town to my dentist. Nobody listens to me until…