PZ Myers in Vancouver

Biology professor and godless liberal PZ Myers was in town last Friday to give two lectures: one at the University of the Fraser Valley in Abbotsford, in the afternoon, one at UBC in the evening. The advertised title for both was “Atheism in the Scientific Battleground”, but the focus in each was a little different.

Biology professor PZ Myers and godless liberal PZ Myers was in town last Friday to give two lectures: one at the University of the Fraser Valley in Abbotsford, in the afternoon, one at UBC in the evening. The advertised title for both was “Atheism in the Scientific Battleground”, but the focus in each was a little different.

Speaking in Abbotsford Prof. Myers focused on how religion, as an attempt to understand and gain knowledge about the world, has been a complete failure. It has never given us useful insights about the world, has never competed with science. He went on to give a few examples, starting with developmental biology (his specialty, after all): the Church-favoured preformation theory (ie: that beings already existed fully-formed in either sperm cells or ova and only needed to grow bigger) was only laid to rest in the 19th century when new scientific findings led to the conclusion that embryos emerge from an unformed mass of cells through a complex process.

“As you know, I’m a fairly aggressive atheist. Because somebody has to be.”

Yet these findings—at least in humans—is still not really accepted by pro-life folks. To them, since life and identity begin at conception, even a fertilised egg cell is already a full-fledged human being. PZ showed us pro-life billboards spouting inane platitudes such as embryos having ears and a nose at 3 weeks, therefore abortion is wrong. Mind you, these posters never show actual embryos, only cute smiling toddlers. And they don’t mention that though embryos at 3 weeks do have little bumps and ridges that will develop into actual ears and facial features, they also have proto-gills and tails.

Myers argues that it’s social science which must decide who’s protected. But religion has failed to provide good answers, and “life begins at conception and barely-humanoid embryos are already cute little babies” is not a good answer.

And then there’s evolution. I don’t think I need to go into too much detail about creationism, or the Creation Science Museum in Kentucky where PZ rode a triceratops, but let’s just say that PZ’s thesis holds up there too. The Biblical creation story is, quote, “Zoology written by a guy who doesn’t care about zoology”.

Lest people believe he’s always singling out Christianity, PZ had a few words about Islam—Quranic astronomy and Quranic embryology, both of which are quite worthless. There was one Muslim in the audience, who argued that Mulsims believe in God and evolution, and that Muhammed wrote about the Big Bang, but these are exactly the same arguments used by fundies desperate to see science in the Old Testament: interpreting vague bits of a creation story in light of current scientific theories. Nothing new here.

(Incidentally, this was my first time at UFV. It’s a pretty little campus and, even though I got there late, I’m glad I made the 90+ min trek from downtown. Snapped a few photos for your pleasure, including a killer view of Mount Baker.)


There are good reasons to be dogmatic about evolution.

The UBC lecture focused more on atheism. In fact, the title in his slides was “Science and Atheism: Natural Allies.” PZ started off talking about evolution, and how at this point nothing could prove it wrong. It’s never going to happen. Why? The theory certainly isn’t complete, there are still many unanswered questions and new data being discovered all the time. But it is not a tentative hypothesis. It’s a solid, well-established theory that’s withstood 150 years of criticism. If somehow some fantastic new findings came along that revolutionised the field, it would not lead to the death of evolution. It would lead to a more complete theory that would include the present one as a special case, just as the theory of relativity includes Newtonian mechanics as a special case.

So yes, there are good reasons to be dogmatic about evolution.

Next, he asked: what would convince us that God exists? Weeping statues, Jesus or the Virgin Mary appearing on burnt toasts, a vision of a 900 ft. tall Jesus? But all these things have non-divine explanations, including (in the last case) “I’m going out of my mind.” So it looks like there’s no way to prove God exists (or, to be fair, does not exist). So given that, what does it mean to be an atheist? The dictionary definition’s no help, since it only talks about belief, or lack of, or belief in lack of. But there must be a reason for disbelief, just as there is for belief.

The atheism PZ is endorsing is based on scientific thinking. This is a positive thing, unlike popular perceptions of atheism, based on rebellion or nihilism or what have you. Science, when you get right down to it, is an error-correction mechanism for our flawed and easily-fooled brains, which evolved to find food to eat, avoid being eaten, and try to get laid. They were not evolved to write sonnets, build space shuttles or ponder quantum mechanics. Key to scientific thinking is the requirement for empirical evidence, plus rigorous and open reasoning.

Not to take away from PZ’s eloquence, but Terry Pratchett, Jack Cohen and Ian Stewart said it best in The Science of Discworld II:

This, then, is science. Questioning authority. Complicity between theory and experiment. And being within a community of like-minded people to question your work. Preferably accompanied by a conscious awareness of all of the above, and gratitude to your friends and colleagues for their criticisms. And what’s the aim? To find timeless truths? No, that’s asking too much. To stop frail humans from falling for plausible falsehoods? Yes—including those of people who at least look and sound just like you. And to protect people from their willingness to believe a good story, just because it sounds right and doesn’t upset them.

Oh, and after the lecture a bunch of us went for a bit and a drink at Moose’s Down Under downtown. At one point, the conversation somehow wandered into the topic of tentacle sex. (Why? FOR SCIENCE!) Did you know that Pharyngula comes up on the second page when you google “tentacle sex”? It’s true!

UFV Campus

Learning Commons

Mount Baker

UFV Campus

Blue!

No, not me. I’m still between jobs, still looking, but I’m not letting it get me down. I’m keeping my brain active, playing around with cool Web technologies like jQuery and Flex. It’s fun.

In addition to learning new tools, I’m building my portfolio.

No, not me. I’m still between jobs, still looking, but I’m not letting it get me down. I’m keeping my brain active, playing around with cool Web technologies like jQuery and Flex. It’s fun.

In addition to learning new tools, I’m building my portfolio. This is something I wouldn’t have considered a year ago, but recently I’ve been working on a few interesting websites. Of course, you already know about VGVA.com. All it needs now is routine maintenance and content update, with the occasional new theme. I’ve got a few ideas for improvements, but for now it looks nice and it works.

Also finished earlier this month, a project I hadn’t mentioned before: http://loucrockett.com. This is the portfolio of a friend of mine, originally done all in Flash. Problem was, the code was old and failing in most modern browsers; since I didn’t know Flash and the original developer was unavailable, I decided to re-implement it in PHP. The functionality’s just the same, minus some pretty eye candy, plus a couple of little extra features. I bet there are lots of other tricks I could do to make it even prettier, once I get the hang of jQuery.

Which is not gratuitous or useless. I’m just showing off my skills, is all.

Third: Team Vancouver. I’ve been working on this site quite a bit in the last few weeks; the design’s not done yet, but we’re well on our way. I tell you, there’s no feeling like looking at a half-finished design and suddenly seeing how it’ll all come together in the end. Instead of the blah green design, I took my inspiration from the new Team Vancouver uniforms and put together a kicky blue palette with sharp lime green accents, that has zing and pizazz and all sorts of “z” words. Add a revision of the site structure and content, a reshuffling of the layouts, and we’ll have ourselves a site that’s fun, fresh and eminently usable.

So that’s what I’m up to lately. Once I get all that out of the way, I’ll have time to really get cracking on redesigning this blog.

Foggy

I took the day off sick. No, I really wasn’t feeling well, this wasn’t so I could watch the US Inauguration live—though that was a nice bonus. And I’d like to say that, as Barack Hussein Obama took his oath of office, that the damn fog that’s been hanging around downtown Vancouver for the last, oh, ten days at least, miraculously parted, letting the daystar shine down on my light-hungry eyes.

I took the day off sick. No, I really wasn’t feeling well, this wasn’t so I could watch the US Inauguration live—though that was a nice bonus. And I’d like to say that, as Barack Hussein Obama took his oath of office, that the damn fog that’s been hanging around downtown Vancouver for the last, oh, ten days at least, miraculously parted, letting the daystar shine down on my light-hungry eyes.

Not so much, though. But I did go out for a bit this afternoon and shot some pictures around Sunset Beach, something I’d been meaning to do for a while but there just wasn’t enough light before or after work.

False Creek Ferry

Back to the Inauguration, I loved Obama’s speech, stressing the familiar themes of unity, service and hope. And how, with impeccable class and without naming names, he repudiated everything the Bush/Cheney administration did and stood for.

But I have to give a shoutout to Reverend Joseph Lowery, who gave the ending benediction. Yes, I know, I’m not happy with invoking gods in what should be a secular ceremony, but… seriously, this guy’s awesome! Humility, humour, great timing and delivery, true dedication to his brothers and sisters. Washed the bitter taste of that blowhard bigot Rick Warren’s prayer right out of my mouth.

And, as long as I’m posting videos, here’s the great Maya Angelou reading a poem at Bill Clinton’s 1993 inauguration.

This is the scariest trailer I’ve ever seen

So first Matt Damon said this:

It’s like a really bad Disney movie. The Hockey Mom. “Oh, I’m just a hockey mom from Alaska,” and she’s facing down Vladimir Putin using the folksy stuff she learned at the hockey rink. It’s absurd. It’s totally absurd, and I don’t understand why more people aren’t talking about how absurd it is. […] I need to know if she really thinks dinosaurs were here 4,000 years ago.

So first Matt Damon said this:

It’s like a really bad Disney movie. The Hockey Mom. “Oh, I’m just a hockey mom from Alaska,” and she’s facing down Vladimir Putin using the folksy stuff she learned at the hockey rink. It’s absurd. It’s totally absurd, and I don’t understand why more people aren’t talking about how absurd it is. […] I need to know if she really thinks dinosaurs were here 4,000 years ago.

And then some twisted genius actually went ahead and made that movie (okay, just the trailer).

Memo to Matt: what we’ve learned for sure about Palin in the last 2 weeks is that even aside from the rabidly anti-abortion stance and book burning and ethics scandals, she’s stunningly ignorant and unfit for the vice-presidency. That under a veneer of folksy charm she’s a mean bitch of a woman—though hey, she fits in well with Gramps McCranky there. And her base does appreciate it.

And if McCain does not tone down the contempt, it will simply feed the narrative. Or, if we are really lucky, as someone suggested in another thread, McCain will overcompensate and spend the entire time comically and creepily attempting to make eye contact with Obama (think Al Gore walking across the stage to stand next to Bush, and Bush looking at him as if to think “WTF are you doing?”).

This should be terrifying for the McCain campaign for two reasons. First, the base will not understand it. To them, a sneering, contemptuous jerk is a feature, not a bug. When they try to tone down McCain, it will turn off the diehards. Look at the reaction of the base to Palin’s RNC speech- they LOVED that she was, for all intents and purposes, nothing but an asshole the entire speech. They loved the “zingers” that were written for her. The rest of the country recoiled in horror, and Obama raised ten million the next 48 hours.

(Emphasis mine, and it’s my favourite line)

Has the Large Hadron Collider destroyed the world yet?

Let’s check…

Not that doomsday crackpots haven’t tried to stir up fear of black holes swallowing the Earth, and whatnot.

Let’s check…

Not that doomsday crackpots haven’t tried to stir up fear of black holes swallowing the Earth and whatnot. Here’s what the scientists actually expect to find.

And because the world needs more cute nerds putting high-energy particle physics to music, I present you with…

Launch ridiculous website

I’ve been following Chris Yates’ Reprographics webcomic for a couple of years now. He’s cute, talented and hilarious. But now he’s taken his art to the next level:

I’ve been following Chris Yates’ Reprographics webcomic for a couple of years now. He’s cute, talented and hilarious. But now he’s taken his art to the next level:

It’s like a Stop sign but it says “Poop”!

I don’t know if it’s the silliest or most brilliant thing I’ve ever seen. Hell, it could be both; maybe, like 26-dimensional string theory with branes and compact dimensions and such, mere laypeople like myself aren’t qualified to judge. Heh. Poop. Heh heh.

I See Textures

I hadn’t been feeling too inspired, photography-wise. After my trip to beautiful Galiano Island a couple of weeks ago, I didn’t see much to catch my eye in this cold, rainy city. But then I decided, hell with that, there’s interesting stuff everywhere even if the weather’s all yucky. So I took out my camera again.

I hadn’t been feeling too inspired lately, photography-wise. After my trip to beautiful Galiano Island a couple of weeks ago, I didn’t see much to catch my eye in this cold, rainy city. But then I decided, hell with that, there has to be interesting stuff somewhere even if the weather’s all yucky. So I took out my camera again. Then yesterday, on the way home from work, I found my muse. In the middle of snapping pictures of all the pretty Yaletown condo highrises, I started taking closeups of their facades instead of trying to take in the whole building.

Unfinished Yellow

Which turned out to be a lot more interesting. So I did it again this morning. And at lunch. And on the way back from work (taking a different route). I felt energised, having discovered a whole new way of looking at my city. Every building is unique, every angle of every building, from Yaletown’s sharp modern condos to the downtown core’s imposing glass office towers to Gastown’s lovely heritage brick buildings. And since nobody looks up except yokel tourists, I’m guessing it’s these colours and textures that are more likely to influence people’s moods than height and shape.

Smooth

Not that I’m the first to do this. Now that I think about it, I may have been influenced by Michael Wolf’s photos of Hong Kong, which I discovered years ago through Angie McKaig’s blog.

Just because, I’ve shuffled the pictures. This is the first album of mine that’s not displayed in chronological order. Bonus points to whoever can name the locations—hell, I’ve forgotten half of them already.

(And the weather’s getting better, too!)

Enjoy!

Nature’s Mothers

Surinam Toads—spectacularly fugly critters native to northeastern South America—have a rather odd means of reproduction. After mating, the male presses the eggs onto the female’s back. The eggs stick to her skin, which begins to grow over them. A few months later they emerge as toadlets, having already hatched and passed through the tadpole stage. Check it out, it’s equal parts gross and cool.

Surinam Toads—spectacularly fugly critters native to northeastern South America—have a rather odd means of reproduction. After mating, the male presses the eggs onto the female’s back. The eggs stick to her skin, which begins to grow over them. A few months later they emerge as toadlets, having already hatched and passed through the tadpole stage. Check it out, it’s equal parts gross and cool.*

* Though let’s face it, the way my species does it isn’t any prettier, and probably a lot more painful.†

† And giving birth from your back isn’t even the weirdest example of parental care Nature’s got up her sleeve. For instance, I learned very young that seahorse males receive eggs from the females and incubate them in a special pouch. Which honestly raises the question of how you label the sexes: is it just a matter of gamete size? Or who’s fertilising what? Because if the female has an organ to deposit eggs in the male‘s pouch, then… who really wears the pants in the household?

(Digression: I’ve long thought that if seahorses ever had a pro-choice movement, it’d be headed by males.)

But my personal favourite has to be Caecilians: an order of amphibians spanning a couple hundred species that, like us but unlike all other amphibians, practice internal insemination. Three-quarters of them give birth to live young. And the mother feeds them herself—no, not with milk. And not with prey. With her own skin. Hey, don’t knock it: that stuff’s apparently chock full of nutrients, and allows the little darlings to grow to 10 times their birth weight in a week.‡

‡ I wonder if that’s how mammals evolved? Did our ancestors start out nibbling their mother’s skin, move on to lapping up her sweat as soon as she got sweat glands—better for the mother, because skin was getting expensive, what with fur and all the various bits needed for warm-bloodedness—and kept enjoying the milk from modified sweat glands?

(Surinam Toad video link via Pharyngula. Proper use of daggers and double-daggers courtesy of RomanBoldOblique and Wikipedia.)