I went to a blacksmithing class on Sunday. It was a letter opener class, and there were only three of us there, which was nice because it made the class fairly leisurely. The instructor showed us the basics of the project, and then turned us loose in the forge while she walked around and offered comments and suggestions. This was the second class that I’ve taken at Adam’s Forge, and I really enjoy it. Hopefully I’ll be able to attend a few open forge nights in the near future.
I poated this last night, but I wanted to quote some of it. Yes it’s from Slate, but any time the left has a glimmer of actual rational thought, we should encourage them, like a particularly stupid child who manages to waddle into the bathroom and not just crap his pants and sit on the cat.
But there is very little indication that what happened on Saturday will counter these misconceptions. Instead, the march revealed the glaring dissonance of opposing that trough of ignorance by instead accepting a cringe-worthy hive-mind mentality that celebrates Science as a vague but wonderful entity, what Richard Feynman called “cargo cult science.” There was an uncomfortable dronelike fealty to the concept—an oxymoronic faith that information presented and packaged to us as Science need not be further scrutinized before being smugly celebrated en masse. That is not intellectually rigorous thought—instead, it’s another kind of religion, and it is perhaps as terrifying as the thing it is trying to fight.
How about some music?
Something kinda groovy to start your day off right.
I really like Eileen Jewell.
And of course, you can’t go wrong with Johnny Cash.
I really like Mark Lemhouse. Jealous Moon has a nice tango feel. Edwin’s Lamant is just a fun waltz.
Go forth and kick ass. Or at least try not to get your ass kicked. Especially if you ride BART or fly United.