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cook flesh with fire

Getting the chance to barbecue is something I missed living in the condo. Reyn has a barbecue on the back deck though, so I’m getting back into practice.

Yesterday I was at my mom’s and I barbecued steaks and portobello mushrooms. The steaks had marinated in tequila and garlic for two days, and I grilled the mushrooms up with a raspberry vinaigrette and fresh rosemary. Both turned out pretty good. I always worry when cooking meat, since if I fuck it up it’s not me who has to suffer the eating of it.

While eating, my mom explained to Sri’s son that the steaks were marinated in booze because it was Mother’s Day and that’s how she wanted it. (He wasn’t a fan.) This led me off on a reminiscence about canoe trip steaks with Ernie and Dave’s uncles. I can’t remember if those steaks were actually soaking in whisky for four days of hiking or if they were just aging to perfection. Still the best damned pieces of meat ever.

The earlier part of Mother’s Day was spent watching the Jays win in style while Mom napped. Oh, and dressing the dog up to celebrate surviving cancer for a year. She got the shirt specially made since, surprisingly, it is hard to find a shirt for a dog (or infant, which is what she ended up buying because it was cheaper) that has “Cancer Survivor” preprinted onto it.

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book review: wicked

Okay, so I’m some years behind the times (when was it that Dave and Andrea wanted to do up their front walk in emerald for Halloween?), but I just read Gregory Maguire’s Wicked. Which is what the musical was based on, not the other way around. There are no songs in the book. But it is about the Wicked Witch of the West and how she got that way.

It was a fairly fun read. There were many different points of view and interesting things happened, but it never really did what it claimed to on the back. There wasn’t any reappraisal of good and evil (I know, that seems like a big topic, but the back of the book claims that’s what this’d do). I mean, Elphaba, the wicked witch is sympathetic because she’s the main character. She’s misunderstood. All the stuff you’d expect her to be in the book about her instead of insipid little Dorothy.

I think there was room for it to be better. The last chunk of the book, which is what happens once Dorothy arrives, is very disappointing. There is no big climax. There’s the recap of a drunken discussion on the nature of evil, not even the actual discussion, just the aftermath of a dinner party in which everyone restates their opinions of what evil is. This was the thing that disappointed me most. It felt like here was the whole reason for writing the book and then it gets elided away. Then the Witch goes home and gets a bucket of water thrown on her. The End.

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on effability

Last night I went to see PZ Myers speak on “The War between Religion and Science.” His side is that creationism is bad because religion is bad. The highlight of the night came in the Q&A afterwards, in an exchange with what appeared to be a 13-year-old girl. She asked, in her wavering nervous voice, what he thought about purity rings that some of the kids today wear to symbolize that they aren’t going to have sex. He said that studies show that those wearers tend to be more active in terms of oral and anal sex so they don’t seem too effective. She responded from her microphone, “Well, actually, I think the rings are only about vaginal intercourse. Not oral or anal.” And there was general laughter, so I missed a bit before Myers (also laughing) said, “Yeah, purity rings signify you’re into anal.”

There was only one person in the Q&A asking questions from a creationist perspective, a Mr. Toews. Sean and I were kind of hoping there’d be more. As Myers said in response to another precocious kid, “A room full of atheists with one Christian can be just as smug as a room full of Christians with one atheist. It’s just a function of group dynamics.” It was a pretty smug room.

But the interesting part of the evening for me (aside from learning about Darrelle Revis) was afterwards when the three of us, Dave, Sean and I, were walking back to the van and Dave asked, “So, did he convert you?” It threw me off. Convert me? I would have thought I’d be seen as firmly on the side of science when it comes to creation vs evolution. And more skeptical/scientific leaning than religious in general. But the fact that Dave, my lifelong friend, could think otherwise, well, it gave me pause.

Now, Myers was talking about how stupid religion is because it depends on things that can’t be verified by evidence. Christianity is only an appeal to the authority of a book of bronze age legends (and assorted accretions from throughout the centuries). Just saying “It’s in the Bible” doesn’t make it so. I agree that that’s a bad way to think.

For most people, I’d argue, science is the same way. Sure, if you are actually a scientist you’re talking about piles of experiments and data that’s been collected and has proven reliable, and you are theoretically open to the possibility of the next discovery being made that could set the whole thing on its ear. But for many people all they hear is “It’s been scientifically proven that…” Regular non-scientist people don’t go searching through the journals to assess the methods used. They gloss over when scientists start talking about actual details.

A while back I was trying to explain to my mom how the proto-humans in Olduvai Gorge were determined to be as old as they are. I learned this stuff in university, and could explain how radioactive dating worked in general, but Mom asked, “But how do they know it works?” And I said things fit with the evidence so far. “What’s the other evidence? How do they know?” And I had to throw up my hands and say, “Look mom, they’re specialists! I trust them to know what they’re doing!” Because I don’t know what they’re doing exactly. I don’t think this is uncommon. People hand over the responsibility of thinking about science to the authorities, the same way people hand over thinking about morality to the clergy (or to their chosen traditional book of legends). It’s not like the age of some African fossils actually makes much of a difference to my life, so I’m not going to become an expert. This is why we get so much pseudo-science around, just like we get so much dangerous religion (and exploitative “spiritual” bullshit), because people aren’t interested in being responsible for what they think.

And yes you can blame bad basic science education for that. That’s certainly what PZ Myers is doing. But the fact of the matter is that not everyone in the world is going to be a scientist. He wants people who aren’t scientists to trust science, because it’s based on evidence. But when religion is based on experience you’ve got a problem. Science asks you to believe your senses. Well, not your senses exactly, the senses of these specialists who know what they’re doing. When the report from someone else’s senses comes into conflict with a person’s direct experience of whatever transcendence or peace or good feelings a person gets from religion that’s the issue. If my grandma is happy believing that she’s going to sit around on fluffy clouds praising Jesus with my dead grandpa for all eternity when she dies, me explaining how that’s just chemicals coursing through her brain on well worn neural pathways isn’t going to help her have a better life. Her experience of religion has far more weight with her than the words of some authority.

At the lecture last night there was mention of the humanistic philosophy being one that we are the creators of everything we find meaningful. And it’s investing something with meaning that’s one of the most important things we can do. Yes that something may be a collection of moral rules so our bunch of primates don’t rape each other constantly, but it’s also where our art or anything else we find meaningful comes in. A person asked a question about what hope the atheist community can offer to compete with what religion does. Myers said “Hope based on a lie is not hope.” Bullshit. All we’ve got are the lies we choose to believe in. That’s it.

I do think that the scientific method is the best way people have of understanding how the universe works. Right now. But. We made up the scientific method just like we made up all those myths we don’t believe anymore. Maybe it’s my Lovecraft showing, but I think there are important things we don’t know, that are ineffable (and possibly squamous). And that’s why we have created all these cultural phenomena like religion and science. Like stories and metaphor. We try to make things make sense, even though they won’t. I think a purely materialistic view of existence is wrong, especially for the individual, because it’s just as blinkered as dogmatic woowoobeliving. I think there are plenty of important unverifiable things. People are still small, fragile and stupid, and it seems the height of arrogance to think we can know everything, be it from ancient scriptures or analyzing fossils. Things are more complex than we want them to be. “The way that can be explained is not the eternal way.”

(I also believe in most of this.)

So yeah. That was my evening. And this post’s length is why I didn’t have a real good answer for Dave on the ride home. Sorry dude.

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mom, this is really going to be boring for you

So I love me some Space Hulk and managed to play three games yesterday, all of which were good, but the final one of which was outstanding.

Sean and I were controlling the Terminators and Dave was the Bugs. The mission was to cross the map, grab an artifact and return to the deployment zone. Dave drew our forces forward by having genestealers come in near the throne room so we’d feel the need to advance in force. Once the marines were past the good rearguard positions he started swarming in behind to cut off the retreat. It was all very well done, spoiled slightly by the fact that Dave couldn’t roll worth shit against our guys as they advanced. So we retrieved the artifact nice and easy, losing only one marine.

Coming back though, went poorly. The marines set up to hold the flank could not hit at all and were wiped out as the marines with the artifact had to march through a slavering horde. There was a very sweet handoff of the chalice to Wolverine (the marine with the lightning claws) and they were well set up to advance. Then Wolverine gets killed by his second or third attacker and everyone is getting bogged down, but they’re really close to the objective. The Sergeant takes the grail and marches around the corner to try and fend off the horde while his backup with the heavy flamer ducks into a safe corner. The Librarian uses psychic powers to protect their flanks, but the head on assault is too much for the sergeant, and the guy who was supposed to lay down some supporting fire got mulched real quick, leaving two marines on the table and the artifact on the ground 4 squares from victory.

Which is when it got awesome. It was going to be the last turn no matter what, so we stopped the timer and figured out the last-ditch plan. And man oh man was it ridiculous. One of the things you have to know about Space Hulk is that fighting hand to hand is heavily weighted towards the genestealers. A normal marine has to shoot them before they get in his face or he is dead. The plan we came up with involved the Librarian (who has special hand to hand abilities) cutting down a Genestealer so he could get in position to shoot another so he could possibly (50% chance) fry four more with his psychic powers, opening up a path for the heavy flamer guy to leave his position, grab the artifact and then use the final command points to assault the alien that was in the square he needed to occupy and then move into it. This was a ridiculous plan. This was a Stephen Hassard, Esq. type plan. Foolhardy with many possible points of failure, but if it worked it would be fucking glorious.

Sean rolled to cut down the first Genestealer with the Librarian, then shot another. Boom. Stage 1 complete. Psychic power online and I rolled a 6. Success. Neither Sean nor I wanted to be the person to roll for the idiotic attack by the Flamer against a creature almost predestined to win. But I rolled. Dave rolled horribly on his three dice and I rolled well on my one, so the humans came out victorious. And we shouted and jumped up and down like twelve-year-olds even though we’re all almost thirty. Because it was a balls-to-the-wall awesome action movie ending, and that’s pretty much the reason I play these games.

Also, Hassie got married yesterday. Congratulations.

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book review: rite

I hadn’t read any Tad Williams (though Ivy’s recommended him) until Dave lent me this collection of short stories, Rite. Evidently he’s more of a fantasy author than SciFi which doesn’t bother me. I think my problem with this book was the introductions to each story. I found them annoying and filled with “Aren’t I so clever” type stuff. Which kind of put me off the stories. Also I found that almost every story was just way too long for what it did. Williams talked in one of the introductions about loving language and that’s why he writes, which is fine, but few of the stories really felt like they’d been pruned down to the necessary.

That’s not to say I didn’t like anything about it. The Dark Destructor story was good. I kind of liked the airplane story, it had a good Twilight Zone feel to it. The unicorn story was good. But the Otherland story annoyed me with its fake swearing; the Elric stories weren’t as funny as he thought they were; and the vampire story was too long and he shouldn’t have told the readers it was supposed to be French crusaders because you could see the hasty paint-over job done to make them 13th century Arabs (and it was too long).

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scared of saying the southern multisyllabics

India Rails has its own quirks compared to the other games in the series (though in truth I’ve only played Australia Rails the one time so I might not be the best qualified judge). Example: Northern India has a shitload of rivers (which make building through mountains feel less expensive) and there’s only the one ferry. My play wasn’t stellar. I never really got a good daisy chain going even though I had a circuit of the subcontinent laid out. It took us all forever to head into the south. And Reyn is a horrible shuffler. But I’m glad I got the game so we have it as a rail-game option. I’d like to play Australian Rails again with more people sometime to compare the feel of these smaller-than-Europe map games.

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book review: diaspora

Dave and I briefly engaged in a dialogue a while back about the difference between those who believe in the singularity and transhumanists. While I think my distinction was lacking (since basically I see singularitarians as millenial/religious transhumanists) Greg Egan’s Diaspora is the picture of what I want transhumanism to be. See, I’m not about the superpowers so much, I’m about not worrying about these arbitrary biological restraints, which I’m sure amount to the same thing.

Diaspora is so beautiful in what it does with these decreasingly biological entities that may be our descendents though. All I really want is to be one of them. The first chapter of the book is about the creation of an orphan AI, one which goes through the stages of development until it is finally self-aware. This character, Yatima (which, incidentally goes in the file of “if I ever have children some day here are the geeky names I may fight tooth and nail for”), then deals with an apocalyptic (to biological life) event on Earth and then engages in exploration through physical and non-physical methods of the universe and the different layers within and around it, trying to make sense of life’s place. (Dave, seriously, read this book.)

By the end I was so caught up in the loneliness and wonder of everything that had happened. You know how in some books you know in the very first bit what you’re in for. This book shifts with each chapter. Timescales skew, universes change, yet some characters stick with tradition, immortal though they may be. Fuck, this thing was so good. It pains me that McNally doesn’t have copies of everything Greg Egan has ever written. I mean, I couldn’t read a regular SF book after this. Everything would have felt so four dimensional. (Seriously Dave, let me know when you’ve read this book. It’s in the library. I just returned it.)

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i saw no crackerjack for sale

My first Goldeyes game of the season last night in ridiculously good seats. For Christmas Sean got the (in Winnipeg) DJS5ers a mini-pack of baseball tickets. We’ll rotate through who gets to go to the games and stuff so we’ll each get to go to a few. Last night no one else could go so I got to bring my mom along. (I thought about calling Dave, but my mom actually enjoys baseball. And she bought me dinner. And beer.)

The seats. You know how people say there isn’t a bad seat in our ballpark (for my non-Winnipeggers, they say that a lot)? Well there sure as hell are great seats. We’re in the first row directly at the end of the third base line. So when people are running in to score, they’re running at you. We can hear the umps even when they aren’t shouting. On right handed batters we’re all over the height of the pitches. And you know how a right handed batter pulls the ball for the double into the left field corner? How the ball arcs off the bat and around? We get to watch that perfectly. I love those seats.

The game was pretty great too. The Fish got a run-scoring triple. We also had three errors (on eminently catchable balls – you could tell this wasn’t the majors) including the left fielder dropping a fly in the top of the ninth with two outs, allowing a runner on while we were up by one. Next batter that run scored, tying the game, but the hitter tried stretching it into a double and got put out at second. So we went into the bottom of the ninth tied.

Max Poulin comes to the plate. He’s the shortstop and a bit of a fan favourite. I think he’s local. Last year in a game I went to I watched him fuck up two or three double plays and just got angry with him. He’s the David Eckstein of the team. So he’s leading off the bottom of the ninth, and I’m going on to my mom about being glad he’s up because he’s the #9 hitter, so we’ll get the top of the order up and maybe be able to do something. He’s in there for a couple of pitches and mom’s asking why everyone is cheering and I’m going off about what a crappy player he is, how he can’t hit and is only kept around for … and then the crack and the ball is in the air and oh my that hit has legs and it’s a walk-off home run and he’s the best ball player ever.

It was a superb game.

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mourning

Last night as I returned from work (where the Indian guy who reads with great volume and haltingness did two hours of Rabindranath Tagore poetry) my coat caught on our backyard fence. The coat I refer to is my red leather one, the one Dave’s dad gave me umpty million years ago, the one the guys down at Campaign used to call my commissar coat. There was a small hole in it, but nothing too drastic, a flap of leather exposing some of the seventies plaid lining. Just a bit more character, I’d thought. A bit of character and prime ripping territory it turned out.

So now the coat is pretty shredded down the back. To an unbearable degree. Reyn said he’d bring a jacket that used to be his dad’s to see if it’d fit me (its arms are too short for Reyn).

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damaged feline

I’m trying a new blog editor to go with my new blog here, so yeah.  If it seems weird that’s why.

Steve the cat has injured himself but he’s making me very pleased by not being a baby about it.  When Dave and I were waiting for the rest of the guys to show up for Reign last night, Steve the cat wandered downstairs, limping.  He wasn’t crying about it and I picked him up to see if he was hurt.  No yowling when I pressed his paw or anywhere else on his leg, so I figured it had just fallen asleep and he was shaking it off.  I let him outside and he was still limping.

I consciously didn’t let Alison know so she wouldn’t get all worried, but evidently she saw him hobbling around the house this morning and is going to take him to the vet when she gets home from work.

While playing Reign last night we began something a bit more traditional fantasy RPGishness, a quest to find an artifact in a temple.  I hope it’s a decent change of pace from all the piracy.

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