My walk was the walk of a human child, but my heart was a tree.

One day, some people met a thundersquirrel. This is their true story.

5/21/13 09:29 pm - krasota - the sun melted my brain

Right out my ears, I tell you. Fun day at our neighborhood park with the homeschoolers. Sprayground, chitchat, and non-stop running for the kids.

Anyhow, some Ronanisms:

amn't. "I am not cute. I AMN'T!"

ninety-ninety for 99

amblulance = ambulance

plano = piano said quickly

liberry = library

5/21/13 11:26 pm - nwhyte - Two graphic novels about Vincent van Gogh

Not as the result of any particular forward planning, we got two newish graphic novels about Vincent van Gogh recently: Vincent van Gogh: De Worsteling van een Kunstenaar, by Marc Verhaegen and Jan Kragt (also available in English); and Vincent, by my favourite Dutch comics writer Barbara Stok, which we got in English translation. Both are sponsored by the van Gogh museum in Amsterdam, making the most of their cultural assets. It should also be said that part of van Gogh's legacy is precisely to challenge all visual artists to match his depth and quality of expression, and this may weigh particularly heavily on his fellow Dutch speakers: Verhaegen is perhaps the leading Flemish comics artist of today, and Stok (whose other work I love) is a rising star of the genre in the Netherlands.

The two take surprisingly divergent approaches to their subject. Verhaegen's drawing style is much more realistic than Stok's; the colours and settings are lush and he includes references to a lot of van Gogh's works in individual frames. But in terms of text and storyline, he and Kragt opt for edutainment: van Gogh's biography is recounted to us via a series of infodumps, while a loose linking narrative has a comical art fancier called Dupont (perhaps a Tintin reference, though there is only one of him) chasing a lost van Gogh sketch through Paris. Stok, on the other hand, has a much more cartooney drawing style but sticks much closer to van Gogh's own viewpoint during his crucial time in Provence, including substantial quotes from his correspondence with his brother (which I was surprised to learn was originally in French, at least during the last years of his life). A key difference between the books is how they portray his hallucinations: Verhaegen shows the scenery turning into lurid and detailed scary monsters to threaten him, while Stok shows us the artist's despair as his world appears to disintegrate. Verhaegen and Kragt give us quite a good portrait of how van Gogh came across to other people; Stok gives us a strong sense of how he might have thought of himself.

(One other very trivial difference is that the Belgian Verhaegen devotes several pages to the young van Gogh's time in Belgium, whereas the Dutch Stok barely mentions it.)

These are both good books. Verhaegen's art is more gorgeous, but Stok's sparse style is also pretty evocative; and she gets a strong sense of authenticity by using her subject's own words. Well worth getting both if you are a comics fan with even a mild interest in Van Gogh, or vice versa.
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5/21/13 03:11 pm - muckefuck - Welcome rain

Although I guess it's anachronistic to talk about "thunderstorm season" any more now that we regularly experience "thundersnow" in January, that's what it felt like had finally arrived this past weekend. At first the storms were supposed to arrive on Saturday, but that never happened. Then Sunday, but that passed without incident. Monday was hottest of all, but the strong winds promised something a-brewing. I'd put off watering anything all this while in hopes that nature would take care of its own, but yesterday I became concerned once again by the droopy state of the transplants and made the rounds with the watering can.

Finally, at about 11 last night, I heard the unmistakable rumble of thunder while reading in bed. I kept pausing between paragraphs, anticipating the sound of raindrops, and when they finally caught my ear I went to the den to watch them pound the pavements outside. Eventually, I padded barefoot (and bottomless) through the length of the house and back again--not to close the windows, since we'd already taken care of that before going down, but just to enjoy the sounds and sights.

On the way, I thought to look for the cat. His favourite hidey-hole, the upstairs closet, was firmly shut so he couldn't've gone in there and he wasn't in the walk-in off the bedroom either. It took many minutes of scurrying about before I thought to check under the bed. Ah, gotcha! He was out of reach right in the middle, so I wasn't able to scoop him up and take him to bed with me after all.
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5/21/13 12:09 pm - rysmiel - " ...sometimes the stuffed rabbit savages you."

Tuesday evening last; picked up by zaria123 and gsteemso and taken over to hang out with them and zaria123's two sons.

Wednesday; day with zaria123 and family, including introducing them to The Venture Brothers, and all going out to see Iron Man 3. Lack of bookshop success.

Thursday; flew back to Minneapolis. Made my own way to elisem's house. There was excellent Caribbean food, and hanging out during which elisem introduced me to a number of things.

Friday; went out for lunch, icecream, and general hanging out with mrissa, including successful visit to Uncle Hugo's/Edgar's. Then met up with my Evil Siamese Twin for the first time in a decade, hung out, wandered around Art-a-Whirl things, and went over to St.Paul for a diner dinner.

Saturday; helped with packing and carrying elisem's Beads of the Month packages for posting. Went to writers-and-cookies with elisem and mrissa and timprov and some other people who may not be on lj, which was fun; went home with mrissa and met markgritter and hung out for a while then went to dinner at Wise Acre. Then had a nice evening in with elisem, music and backrubs.

Sunday: Walked to light rail station, and travelled home to Montreal with basically no glitches other than being mistakenly convinced I had lost my Montreal transit pass when I had actually sensibly taken it out of my coat pocket and put it in my bag earlier in the trip. Lots of reading. It is nice to be home.

Yesterday: Brief chats with people online. Went out foodshopping and for a walk, read a bit, signed ungodly numbers of forms, generally got brain back in order.

Today: Posted said ungodly number of forms on way into work. Back at work, to find $postdoc is leaving end of the week and I am inheriting a major project waaah. This may mean less time online for a while.

Incidental note; I am not entirely sure how I came to be on Google Plus, I may have hit a wrong button somewhere or it may just have happened but it wasn't deliberate. I'm not actively using it, and if you know me from here and see me there, here will still be my primary online socialising venue for the nonce.

5/21/13 10:32 am - shadesong - Song of the Day

5/21/13 01:49 pm - pw201 - Bad arguments about agnosticism

“It’s arrogant to claim to be an atheist, since you can’t know that God (or gods) does not exist. It’s much more intellectually respectable to be an agnostic.”

I’ve come across that sort of claim in a couple of places on the net recently. What could it mean? Time for another post in the series on bad arguments.

Bad argument: Atheists must show beyond all doubt that ChristianGod or MuslimGod doesn’t exist

Perhaps the speaker is some sort of conventional believer, like a Christian or a Muslim or whatever. They think that it’s up to someone calling themselves an “atheist” to demonstrate with that the Christian (or Muslim) God doesn’t exist, and do it so convincingly that there’s no possibility that the atheist could be mistaken. It seems the theist is either saying the atheist has got something wrong, or saying that nobody should call themselves an atheist.

Say that an atheist thinks that the Christian God probably doesn’t exist. The theist might claim that the atheist has reasoned wrongly in ignoring Christianity’s claims on them, because this is only “probably”, not “certainly”. But the theist’s claim relies double standard, since nobody else is held to that standard of certainty before they’re allowed to act on a belief (the conventional theist certainly isn’t). Possibly what’s going on here is that the theist thinks the atheist should be more like them: it looks like there are believers who argue the mere possibility that their belief is true justifies their continued faith. I’ve talked about the “virtue” of faith and discussed whether God might be fond of soft cheese before, so I won’t go into that again here.

(The famous atheists who are often called arrogant don’t claim certainty, of course.)

Perhaps the theist doesn’t think the atheist has been unreasonable (given the atheist thinks it’s unlikely that God exists, it’s fair enough that they don’t go to church or whatever), but thinks that people who haven’t attained certainty shouldn’t be defined as “atheists”. Luckily, the theist doesn’t get to define atheism.

Bad argument: An atheist must deny the existence of anything that anyone has ever called a god

“Well, I’ll say it simple: a god is someone with enough power to say ‘I am a god’ and make other people agree. Mortal wizard, lich, emperor, dragon, giant, leftover bit of chaos… it doesn’t really matter what it is underneath. What matters is that it has the strength to enforce its claims.”
- Rebel Theology, from Tales of MU (Tales of MU is basically “50 Shades of Advanced Dungeons and Dragons”, so be advised that some parts of the book are sexually explicit, although the linked chapter isn’t)

If The Man’s definition of a god is the one we’re using, it’s much more likely that there are gods (pretty certain, in fact, since people have probably convinced other people of their godhood at various points in history).

Spot the godThere are people who identify gods with love or the feeling they get from looking out into the night sky or with the quantum vacuum (trigger warning for physicists: linked post contains quantum woo-woo). In these cases it seems fine for the self-described atheist to say “that isn’t what I meant” or “I don’t dispute that those things might/do exist, but it seems silly to call them gods”.

Some statements which look as if they’re claims about the existence of gods end up saying nothing more than an atheist might say, with some god-talk tacked on purely as decoration. As Simon Blackburn’s lovely (and short) piece on Hume’s Dialogues Concerning Natural Religion has it:

Philo the sceptic says that we cannot understand or know anything about a transcendent reality that explains or sustains the ongoing order of nature, while the theists like Demea say that we cannot understand or know anything about the transcendent reality, which is God, that explains or sustains the ongoing order of nature. Since the inserted clause does not help us in the least, the difference between them is merely verbal.

Cleanthes, the intelligent design theorist in the book, says that complete mystics are “atheists without knowing it”. Since some sophisticated theologians, like Hume’s Demea, call themselves theists, perhaps Cleanthes is a bit presumptuous. You can see his point, though: it’s odd that someone might be called a theist though they only differ from an atheist in calling some mysterious thingy “God”. Perhaps we should be a bit more resistant to the idea that anyone can “identify as” anything: that way lies Tumblr.

But we perhaps we shouldn’t assume that even people who go to church and say the Creed are assenting to a set of propositions (previously) or that their expectations of what will actually happen differ from those of an atheist (previouslier). If we still call those people theists, why not Demea?

Anyhoo: Philo and Demea are both agnostics (“we cannot … know”) about something, but just because Demea has called it “god”, it’s not clear that Philo couldn’t justly claim to be an atheist (though in the book, he doesn’t, of course).

Good argument: you can’t know what’s out there

Philip Pullman said:

Can I elucidate my own position as far as atheism is concerned? I don’t know whether I’m an atheist or an agnostic. I’m both, depending on where the standpoint is.

The totality of what I know is no more than the tiniest pinprick of light in an enormous encircling darkness of all the things I don’t know – which includes the number of atoms in the Atlantic Ocean, the thoughts going through the mind of my next-door neighbour at this moment and what is happening two miles above the surface of the planet Mars. In this illimitable darkness there may be God and I don’t know, because I don’t know.

But if we look at this pinprick of light and come closer to it, like a camera zooming in, so that it gradually expands until here we are, sitting in this room, surrounded by all the things we do know – such as what the time is and how to drive to London and all the other things that we know, what we’ve read about history and what we can find out about science – nowhere in this knowledge that’s available to me do I see the slightest evidence for God.

So, within this tiny circle of light I’m a convinced atheist; but when I step back I can see that the totality of what I know is very small compared to the totality of what I don’t know. So, that’s my position.

This seems fair enough. But often criticism of atheists is phrased like this:

Bad argument: you can’t know that there isn’t an X out there

where “an X” is some particular thing which would be hard to detect, like an immaterial being who made stuff but then doesn’t intervene, say. The problem with this is that the speaker hasn’t got enough evidence to even suggest X. Sure, we can’t rule out X, but what about Y or Z or a vast number of other possibilities? Why mention X as something special to be agnostic about? Often it’s because X looks like a god from a conventional religion, tweaked to be even less detectable. But that’s no reason to think that X is especially likely to exist. The error here is called privileging the hypothesis.

To anticipate a possible objection: a lot of people saying “I believe in X” may provide evidence to differentiate it from Y and Z. But we need to be careful about what X is here, as the range of things that people refer to as “god(s)” is pretty wide. Some gods (the conventional theist ones) have a whole lot of believers but have good arguments against their existence, so claims that an atheist who accepts those arguments should call themselves agnostic about those gods seem to be you must prove it beyond doubt arguments. “I believe in gods which are invisible gremlins in the quantum foam: you can’t show that those don’t exist” is privileging the hypothesis.


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5/21/13 05:27 am - dglenn - QotD

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5/21/13 12:47 am - dglenn - Solo Recordng Day

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5/21/13 03:42 am - baratron - My spoons are rapidly disappearing.

Life's been a bit difficult lately.

I have screwed up my left leg in an impressive manner. I keep stretching my legs while still mostly unconscious, and somehow OVERstretching my left leg and waking up screaming. My thigh has been numb for weeks and sometimes I have odd shooting sensations up and down my leg. The oddest thing is a kind of burning sensation, but like ice rather than fire. Fortunately, that doesn't happen very often.

Neither my GP nor physiotherapist can work out what exactly I've done. It's clearly some sort of nerve issue, and it's clearly not very serious since I have most of my sensation; but it's weird and unpleasant and I don't like it. Also, whenever my left leg is bad, I end up throwing my weight onto my right leg as I walk around the house, and then it gets damaged as well. Joy!

On Saturday, I randomly stretched my legs, managed to overstretch my left leg YET AGAIN, and this time it feels as though I've actually ripped something inside because not only is my thigh numb, it's all puffy just above my knee. It's better than it was, but still not good, and it's taking all my spoons to deal with it. ALL my spoons. My ability to injure myself in my sleep is prodigious, but I need to figure out what the hell I keep doing to injure it over and over.

Also, partly as a result of the above, my sleep patterns are fucked. Absolutely FUBAR. I seem to now be on a cycle of waking up between 7 and 10 pm, and falling asleep about 10 am. This is so very broken I can't even describe it. And the sleeping pills I've been given, which work splendidly for when I can't sleep because of stress, do nothing for when I can't sleep because I'm not tired enough because I basically didn't come installed with the software for functioning circadian rhythms. I can be ridiculously tired - falling over with physical tiredness - and my brain still isn't sleepy.

Oh yes! And another thing! I managed to lose my Disabled Railcard on Friday 10th May! It was in my pocket in UCL Library, then suddenly not in my pocket by the time I got to the bus stop 5 minutes away. And I spent 45 minutes looking and asked in all the security lodges and so on. Clearly, someone picked it up. Whether they are now going to spend 2.5 years claiming reduced-price travel to which they are not entitled is a question which has been bothering me greatly, because it has my name on it, but not a photo. I have paid the £10 administration fee and have been sent a new card, but there's no way to cancel the old card.

There are issues to do with College which I can't even be bothered to attempt to write about right now. The only reason this post exists is that I've edited my irc rants into semi-coherent English. Also there is other stuff which I am not posting in a public post. Like all of this, really, none of it is the sort of thing that people need to worry about: but it is a source of stress for me.

It's really been one damned thing after another. None of them very major in themselves, but together overwhelming my ability to cope. I want a bit of breathing space without anything else going wrong for a while :S

5/20/13 10:26 pm - tsuki_no_bara - i am completely incapable of doing this shit by myself

a! i can't get in touch with my bigbang beta (dee! where are you!), so would anyone be willing to do beta duties? it's a j2 au set in a traveling bigtop circus circa 1937 and it's rated nc-17 for a couple sex scenes. jared's a roustabout and jensen's a trapeze artist, and there are also hedgehog jokes that don't translate well, fire breathing and sword swallowing, chess, jensen wearing glasses, jared reading scifi magazines, and non-cw actors because if i didn't have the most random people in my rps i wouldn't be me. it's 22.5k words. and i need someone who can tell me what works and what doesn't, what makes sense and what doesn't, what sucks, what's ok, what goes on too long, what i need to add, what story they think i'm trying to tell, and what i could maybe do to fix it. i post july 30. help?

b! is anyone going to wincon or thinking about going to wincon who would be on a panel about non-superhero comics with me? because i kind of want to do a panel on non-superhero comics - because let's face it, superheroes tend to get all the love - but am not entirely sure what to talk about. i don't want to do "this is why indie/non-superhero comics are better", because i don't read enough marvel or dc to make that judgement and i don't want to piss off people who do. (also because i am enjoying the hell out of hawkeye. and because some indie/non-superhero comics do suck.) and i hesitate to say "you should be reading this because a, b, and c," because i don't think there's anything that everyone should be reading. (well, you should all read saga because it's excellent, but aside from that. :D ) maybe a brief intro to some stuff i (and any fellow panelists) subjectively like, plus some things you can get out of non-superhero comics that you don't necessarily get from superheroes? i don't know. every time i think about this i just think how incredibly unqualified i am to talk about anything in comparison to marvel and dc, just because i don't read marvel and dc. (i don't count vertigo titles - they're not superhero-y.) like, how the hell do i lead this discussion? and how would i convince the con comm that this is a viable panel idea in the first place?

c! the last episode of buffy ran ten years ago today. TEN. i feel old.
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