I recently spent an instructive few months reading Jonny Scaramanga’s blog, where I learned just how screwed up Accelerated Christian Education is. Imagine a room full of young kids stuffed in study carrels (“offices,” in ACE parlance), sitting silent on hard plastic chairs while they’re taught truly-true Christian things from thin newsprint booklets. As they grind through their science lessons, they answer review questions such as:
Christ’s shed blood is the _______ of our salvation. (Science PACE 1085)
Yes, I am. I am proposing to you all (excepting any creeps reading this – I’m not proposing to you). I want you all to marry me (see previous disclaimer). We don’t necessarily have to stay married, if you don’t want to – we just need to all have the big lavish wedding together. Why? Because thanks to Zeroth, I just found out geode wedding cakes are a thing. Go feast your eyes on those.
Sorry for the abrupt hiatus there, my darlings. See, C was out of town, and I took the opportunity to indulge myself in some fiction writing. It sort of took over for a while there. I wrote just over 6,000 words, and still have not finished this chapter that has been plaguing my existence since March, and when it’s finished I will have to do some merciless hack-and-slash to reduce it to a more manageable size, but I learned a hell of a lot. I also ushered an older cis het white dude offstage, and replaced him with an absolutely awesome Duwamish guy, who I’ll tell you all about in a new post here soon.
Those of you who don’t already should completely follow me on Facebook, because that’s where you’ll learn what’s happened when I bugger off with no word, and you’ll also get lots of mini-blog posts per day. You’ll also get Misha. Who wouldn’t want photos of a cranky old kitty?
There will be some Important and Exciting News coming up soon. June is going to be a rather Important and Exciting month, in fact, so definitely stay tuned.
I suppose I should confess up front that some of my best friends are Christians. I can’t share their beliefs, but at times I find myself envying them for having a philosophy that seems to bring them so much comfort. Life is harder, as some wag put it, with no invisible means of support.
And then he descends into preemptive whining about the atheists (“true-believer atheists,” he calls ’em) who will write him “nasty letters” for being “soft on Christianity,” which then degenerates into burbling about Vaclav Havel, “the decline of traditional religion,” and the “hole in the social fabric” it has supposedly left “that science cannot hope to fill.” I had to stop reading* at the point where he decided “theistic science” is not a silly idea. No, seriously: Continue reading “No, I Don’t Envy the Faithful”→
For a while, now, I’ve planned a series on the kind of creationists who like to run around calling themselves geologists and invade GSA meetings under false pretenses. People like “Stone Stubborn” Steven Austin, who does real geology only to the extent it gives him a Trojan Horse into professional journals and meetings. These smarmy barstards have a distressing tendency to lie by omission, trying to lure actual geologists into associating with them by pretending they’re legit. Then they tell their fundie flocks they’ve presented their work professionally, therefore their creationist crap is SCIENCE. Only, they fail to mention it wasn’t open and avowed creation science they were presenting to the professionals, but innocuous mainstream stuff.
But, you know, they’re kinda clownish, and I can just hear people poo-poohing their danger to the scientific community. Nobody outside of a handful of fundie freaks takes these Young Earth Creationist douchebags seriously, right? We’re not at risk like biology is, yo. No one’s boarding school boards trying to muck with the geology curriculum, so let the rabbits wear glasses and Steve Austin play totes legit geologist to the church-addicted crowd.