Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts

Friday, August 22, 2008

And now for something completely identical to everything that has already happened.




Yes, I think that's funny.

On a more outstanding note:

- Canning. Yeah, canning. Or pickling, in my case, because i don't yet have a canner. But still, canning. I have now, on two occasions, produced food that I could theoretically eat in a year and still be fine. Wow. The concept boggles my mind.

- Spent the day at home with the little monster. He played, I cooked and cleaned. I like to cook. I like to stay home with the kid. I asked my wife's boss if she could get a 300% raise so I could just quit work and be a stay at home dad. I would probably get bored eventually.

- Remember people, we've gotta stay positive:


Sunday, May 25, 2008

Good lord...

My biggest fear that is child related is that I am bringing someone into the world that is going to have to go through the absolute hell of moral depravity and idiocy that is childhood. For some reason, this country is filled with idiots who think that 'children are innocent' and 'cute'. Seriously? No, really, seriously? When you say that, all I can hear is you saying: I'm too old to remember. I'm about to turn 30, and I sure haven't forgotten. Kids, in general, are pretty much the moral equivalent of dog shit, and that's pretty much how 95% of them treat 'weird kids'.

The reality is that this is 100% encouraged by teachers, principals, and other adults in the school system. I can't tell you the number of bullies and scumbags who got 2nd, 3rd, 4th chances when I was growing up, just because the kids they were picking on were somehow weird. And yes, of course, I was one of the weird ones. I don't really know why adults (teachers) allow this kind of stuff to happen, but I assume it is because they are around it all the time. I mean, stories like this are way too commonplace. There's no defense for this kind of behavior. As a group (there are exceptions) I trust school teachers about as much as I trust Republicans.

There a lot of nights I spend lying awake and thinking about this and worrying like hell about what my son is going to have to go through. I really can't think of anything to do about it.

Monday, May 12, 2008

All of this brain cyclone

The loss begins now:

- I'm finally going to admit the truth to myself, I don't feel comfortable going through a round-about.

- Ticks..ticks are back. They're back. Screw you stupid f***ing ticks. 10 ticks! This means war!

- We've still got no internet. And no cable, but I'm not really missing the cable (other than the NBA and Top Chef)

- Does anyone else think this Boston team has to win it this year or never? (I'm in a hotel room watching the game) Ray Allen looks dead. Rondo has to get better, and maybe he will.

- So we moved into our house and it is pretty awesome. The kitchen rocks. We managed to put stuff into every cabinet, but none of them are really full. We've made some neat stuff, some that didn't work: Pumpkin tortillas...which ended up more like flatbread, but heavy. And chicken with shallots and garlic, allegedly Alton Brown's favorite recipe of all time (according to I'm just here for the food), which I have to admit, was pretty astoundingly good. The kitchen is just amazing. We've actually set up a card table, IN THE KITCHEN, and we eat there. I think of it as the Chef's Table for the house. The boy thinks of it as a place to eat puffs while dad cuts up smelly stuff.

- I'm getting frustrated about this: There appears to be a widespread perception that high gas prices are somehow something the President can directly influence. I'm skeptical that this perception is anything close to reality. Presumptive Hypocritical Party Nominee John McCain's suggestion that Congress should temporarily life the Federal Gas tax makes me think he's borderline senile. I mean, yes, it is the President's stupid policies over the last 8 years that have resulted in ever-increasing consumption (demand) within the domestic and international energy markets. I'm not disputing that. If this Administration had done what the previous administration had done (consistently push policies aimed at reducing consumption, improving relations with oil producing countries, setting reasonable limits for greenhouse gas admissions, and develop alternative power sources), then we would not be in a predicament where every random approach to producing more gas seems like a viable economic policy (I'm looking at you idiot-biofuel movement).
So yes, the President ends up affecting the price of gas, but not because he wakes up in the morning and decided: Screw you America, this year gas is going to hit $4 a gallon just to benefit my oil company plans. No, its because the President got up every damned day of his term and said: Screw you America, today I will ignore all rational thought and just do whatever my old college buddy says to do. With that policy, predictably, everything is going to pot.

- The Cavs and Celtics engaged in two of the chippiest (firefox spellcheck doesn't like that word!) first round first round series I ever saw just a few weeks ago, and yet now they are both playing like dead men. BORING!!!!!!!!!

- This drive to KC is getting longer. Wow...today's drive sucked.

- So about the Neosho Madtom: My new boss at work may have just totally won me over this week, and now I'm kinda wondering what the limit is...or if there is one. Meanwhile, I'm getting to the borderline of time to prepare this NABS talk...especially considering it is on a subject I've never spoken on before. Saying I've got a lot going on is sorta ridiculous. I've got so much happening I'm having a hard time keeping it even organized in broad categories. I need to sit down just to figure it all out, except I don't have time.
Of course, this is fun beyond all expectations. If we can accomplish something here, I'll be happy. Even if I do have to keep reading the letters of the ignorant and bitter.

Saturday, March 01, 2008

No Title

Well, I guess I'm finally at a point in my life where I can honestly assess the world.

And the world has two kinds of people in it.

People who think the rotisserie chicken sold at the supermarket sounds like a good idea, and those who don't.

My wife is the former, and I'm the latter.

I don't think we ever discussed this before getting married.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Kind of a lot of tears today...

So this wasn't really my son's best day ever. For the past two mornings (the weekend) the boy has been pretty much an unholy terror unless dad is taking care of him. Yesterday morning I was gone for maybe half an hour before I got a call from mom that was borderline frantic. I came home, and the boy immediately turned on the charm...big-time. Big smiles. High-pitched squeals. The works.

But only for dad. And it isn't even like I was doing anything. I just sat there and stared at him. Maybe I sang "Amazing Grace" (one of the two songs I can remember at any given time).

Today, same story. In the morning the boy was borderline hostile to mom, but totally smiles and giggles to dad. This is a bad trend, since dad isn't around in the mornings most days.

Part of the problem might be that mom is the one wielding the snot-sucker. What? You don't know what a snot-sucker is? Here's one, apparently the correct term is aspirator. All I know is that my son views it as a highly developed torture device. I don't know if I've ever heard him scream the way he did this morning. And that brought on the tears. This was actually a lot worse than the shots he got at the doctor's office.

(yes, you have to use an aspirator on a baby. They don't blow their noses! And it seems like all babies have a ton of mucous build-up overnight. The boy is so bad in the morning that he can barely breath through his nose at all. You try nursing a boob without the ability to breath through your nose...ok...you probably won't want to actually try that. That's gross.)

Baby tears are tough on mom and dad, especially because you know the kid is fine. There's nothing painful about the damned snot-sucker. There's nothing painful about waking up. There's nothing painful about being alone for ten minutes. But that doesn't mean the baby doesn't feel like crying whenever those things happen.

Is this becoming a blog about my kid? Are the only interesting things that happen to me lately kid-related? What has happened to me? Here's the other stuff that happened this week:

- My good friend J and I rented an XBOX 360 and Halo 3 on Saturday. You know, to see whether those video games the kids are always talking about were worth anything. Well, the game is good, and the system seems good, but $400 good? Has inflation really gone up that much? The most I ever spent on a video game system was on my DreamCast, and that was because it came with 2 games, 2 controllers, and it was the Sega Sports all-black edition. My XBOX cost less than $200. And I'm going to have to pay $350 just for a system with 1 controller for the 360? No. No.

- I went to a hibachi bar for the first time in my life on Friday. I was pleasantly surprised. The only really memorable things about the food were the sauces (an intense ginger/soy thing and a mild mustard sauce that was referred to as 'spicy') and a ginger-rice vinegar dressing on the salad. But the overall atmosphere was fun, and I like seeing my food cooked. As far as I could tell it was all pretty simple.

- Nothing makes sense in the NBA. The Boston Celtics played amazing on Sunday against the Magic, but lost because Hedo Turkoglu hit an amazing shot over near-perfect defense by Paul Pierce. And am I the only one who thinks Pierce looks thirty pounds heavier than he did three years ago. Is that muscle? Last year Ray Allen scored 30 ppg for the month of January and averaged 26 ppg, 4 apg, and 4.5 rpg. What happened to that guy? Meanwhile the GS Warriors (whom I loathe) aren't as awful as they ought to be, and the New Orleans Hornets are, without a doubt, the best team in the West. Nobody else is even really close. They demolished the Spurs on Saturday.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

This is just another reason why K-State sucks

Funny, I've never seen a KU basketball player piss himself on a basketball court. According the the interwebs, Bill Walker is from Ohio. I can't help but wonder if he's really from Boston.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

For some reason, I'm using the word "Awesome" a lot lately

I sorta feel like I'm 15 again. I wish I could stop.

Anyway, I read the latest issue of JNABS and loved the Kominoski article. But I'm not going to repeat my thoughts on that, check them out here.

I spent another day doing nothing but driving and talking in a short meeting. I'm thinking that by the time I get home from work tomorrow, I'll have driven 19 hours this week. I'm fairly sure that's a light week for driving.

I drive some.

I made stir-fry tonight in a cast iron skillet. Holy moly, I forgot how much smoke a really good stir-fry produces. We had to open windows and turn on fans, and it still smells a little smokey in here, but damn that was some good stir-fry. I love, love, the way the oil moves on that cast iron skillet when it is smokin' hot. I use high-powered oil (safflower, smoke point over 400 degrees), but it smokes almost immediately, you've really got to get your meat in there fast. The chicken had such a perfect sear after 30 seconds in there.

Ok, I'm getting carried away, but it was delicious.

My wife made a mini-cherry cobbler (portion control, thank goodness). We ate like kings.

Awesome.

In other news:

- There is no other news!

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

I fought authority and authority got bent...

I always realize new things about myself. As I was driving home today, I thought about my frustration with so much of the world, and realized that a lot of it probably boils down to one thing: I really, really, hate being told what to do. I can't think of a single authority figure in my life (advisers, bosses, parents, teachers, etc.) who could tell me what to do without me getting irritated.

For instance, once I was sitting in a lab meeting and my adviser said that from now on, he wanted us to send him a short little summary of what we talked about in our one-on-one meetings. This makes a lot of sense, but it pissed me off for two reasons. One was a sort-of pride issue: why should I record our meetings when it was always the adviser who couldn't remember what we'd talked about last time (Answer: Because advisers always feel as if your time is less valuable than theirs.). But that's just pride talking, the real reason it irritated me was because, damnit don't tell me what to f***ing do! (I didn't say this made a lot of sense)

This has been a ubiquitous feature of my life. I simply can't work at many jobs, because I simply can't handle being told what to do all the time. In high school I didn't turn in my homework. Sure, I was lazy, but I was also annoyed that someone thought I needed to do homework. If I needed to do homework, I'd do it, thank you very much. Otherwise bugger off.

As I continued to think about this I realized something else: I implicitly value the opinion of my peers. I'm willing to call up and ask a friend for advice about any subject, and I really really value that advice.

My last job (Oklahoma) started off great because nobody was telling me what to do. I just did the research I wanted, and didn't pay any attention to anyone else. But then I started getting told what to do...all the time. And then I started realizing the guy telling me what to do was a crazy jerk.

My job now is pretty fantastic because nobody is really telling me what to do specifically. Certainly there's a lot of oversight in theory, but in practice I'm just doing whatever I want. I feel as if I am extremely productive this way as well. I think I'm doing a great job. Even when the boss needs to tell me what to do, he goes about it by saying something like "I think we ought to have a meeting with everyone in the group so that we're all on the same page." And then the meeting is more like a discussion.

Other thoughts:

- Alton is so cute.

- Basic Instructions for life
. Hilarious.

- I'm listening to the Manchurian Candidate on my drive to work. Boring. But still better than radio.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Wow.

Let's see, I can't stop reading Harry Potter, I have the entire collection of Alton Brown DVDs, I'll probably own a Honda Civic in a week, and yet...

and yet I find myself totally in awe of Amy Winehouse.

Seriously. This girl is old-school. I think Kieth Richard's is looking at that and thinking: She needs to get some help.

The girl was mixing heroin and HORSE TRANQUILIZERS. I weigh twice what she does and I get a little woozy after 2 beers.

Monday, August 06, 2007

Birthday

(SPECIAL REPORT: We interrupt this mediocre blog post to bring you
this update. I have lost my phone. And by lost, I mean I
accidentally washed it. With my pants. On 'heavy duty' setting.
Yes.
SO, if you are one of those people who I've called on a cell phone,
and I'm unlikely to remember your number because I met you in graduate
school or you moved sometime in the last 3 years or you birthday was
after 1975...SEND ME YOUR NUMBER. I totally forgot it.)

Well, I'm officially 29 years old now. I'd be a lot more terrified of
that if I was still 25, if that makes any sense, but as it is, I'm
just exhausted about the world.

The job is going well, but the 3 hour a day drive is really killing my
non-work productivity. Well, that, and the fact that I had to read
the entire Harry Potter series. Thank god that's over, or else I
might have destroyed all the personal relationships in my life.

Apparently...wait...

As I was writing this (in the middle of the day cuz I'm done with
almost all my work), I was handed a copy of Unionid Mussels of Kansas.
This is the coolest thing anyone has given me in at least 4 hours.
The last two days HAVE been kind of a "Getting cool stuff" festival,
however. Yesterday my loving wife purchased me the entire 27 disc
collection of available Alton Brown episodes, then my parents got me a
new knife set (drool) and Alton Brown's award-winning book "I'm just
here for the food." Then when I got to work this morning I got a
state-issued credit-card to buy gas.

I think the mussel guide (did I mention it is illustrated?) falls
above the credit card but below the cooking stuff.

We also moved into the house we're renting on Saturday. I'd be lying
if I said I was anything but dismayed by the place. It just makes me
mad, mostly at myself, but a little bit mad at the cruel fate that has
forced us into this situation. Screw you Fate!

The kitchen is pitifully small, with an ancient electric stove. The
fridge is small, there's no dishwasher. The bathroom is A) moldy and
B) unbelievably ugly. I shouldn't think about it. After we got all
our stuff in there it looked a lot nicer. The sheer fact that I do
not want to move again could mean that we stay there for awhile, but
this is definitely the ugliest, worst place we've ever lived.

Once we're in Pratt, or at least once I quit having to drive 3 hours a
day, I'll be more communicative.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

What is happiness?

For the last several months I have wrestled with defining happiness. I don't know when I realized that I didn't know what happiness was, but it has been lurking in the back of my brain for awhile.

Consider, I've always been seeking happiness, but I don't know if I've ever understood why certain things made me happy, and other things made me unhappy, over a long-term basis.

A number of things appeared to be causing me unhappiness over the past few years. Mostly, a sense of disenfranchisement, snow, rain, and having no money. But getting away from those things doesn't necessarily cause me to be happy, it just causes me to be less unhappy.

So what is happiness?

I think it is interpersonal relationships. Friendships. Companionship. Playing videogames is entertaining, but playing videogames with a friend is genuinely fun. Exciting even. Makes me happy.

The same is true for cooking. I like to cook, but I really like to cook when I'm around friends. I like sharing a kitchen while figuring out the best way to prepare tilapia.

Even stupid stuff, like going to a grocery store or sitting around TV is ultimately far more fulfilling when you're doing it with friends.

I'm not sure this definition applies to everyone, but it seems to apply to everyone I know. Marriages are mostly about a particular interpersonal relationship that two people feel like fostering essentially forever. Family gatherings are often, cynically, described as opportunities to get together and eat, but what they really are is opportunities to get together and interact. Similarly, parties are usually not about anything beyond interacting with other people. The internet, for all its fantastic information, has become infinitely more popular thanks to social networking sites like MySpace, YouTube, Reddit, and blogs in general.

Furthermore, what do people spend their time talking about? Usually it is other people. People seem to talk almost entirely about other people, usually people you all know. In fact, you can often piss everyone off by trying to change the subject to something other than people.

So I think I'm on to something when I say that happiness is about relationships with other people. I think the happiness of most people is tied, directly, to amount and quality of their social interactions.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Sometimes...

...I feel like an fish sometimes.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Making a few stupid lists

For some reason, I like to make lists that group non-similar objects or ideas. One reason I like this is because it makes me think of the multiple meanings of different words.

So that's what I'm going to do right now.

Things that smell bad:
Dogs
Wastewater treatment plants
Acetone
Genocide

Animals I think are cute:
Cats
Dogs
Crayfish
Garfield

The first five words that come to mind when I hear the word duck:
swim
Mallard
quack
lakes
trolls

Good topics of conversation:
Utopian living
Basketball
Environmental policy
the total destruction of all life on earth

Ok, I admit it, I just wanted to write "The total destruction of all life on Earth." I can't explain it.

I went golfing this weekend.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Random Insult to Nobody in Particular

Every time I see you I lose a little more faith in a beneficial god and the fundamental goodness of humankind.

Basically, you're ugly.

Don't think that I'm just commenting on your pasty, waxen, fake-looking skin or your greasy, prematurely graying hair. No, your ugliness goes much further than skin deep. Somewhere inside the core of your very being is a soul that most resembles the fossilized feces of an ancient lizard. A soul that sees all that is bright and beautiful in the world and thinks nothing of staining that aesthetic glory with your own putrid ugliness.

As an addendum, you're stupid.

I, and everyone else in the world, wishes we could explain away this stupidity as ignorance or poor education or just plain mental handicap. But we can't. Your brain, trapped in your ugly, fat head, is undamaged and appears to function normally. That doesn't mean you actually use that brain to think. Most humans would, just by default, attempt to solve problems by thinking up solutions, as opposed to trying to do the same thing over and over again with the hope that next time it will work and all your problems will be solved and maybe, just maybe, people will like you. You make the civic leaders of Boston seem like reasonable and intelligent people.

Children cry when they see you. Dogs bark. Cats hiss and run away.

But hey, vultures seem to find you fine company.

Here's some free advice: Don't ever leave the house and try not to talk to people. I, and the rest of the known universe, will be much happier.

Random thoughts

I'm a little too tired to think effectively. I'm trying to get stuff done and make progress, but right now all I can think about is going back to bed.

I have a lot of acid-washing to do.

But the thing is, if I don't get it done now, it will just get worse.

And by the way, it is a beautiful day here. Sunny, warm, slight bit of breeze. Makes me want to shoot hoops or just sit outside and read.

The Golden State game last night was lame. I was happy about the result, but bored with the fact that the game wasn't even close. Oh the other hand, when Baron Davis dunked over Kirilenko I yelled out loud. That was one of the most impressive dunks I have ever seen. Just, wow.

Iodine kills Daphnia eating poor quality food more than it kills daphnia eating high quality food. Now I'm looking at growth rate. Growth rate involves staring through a microscope for 2-3 hours. That is just astoundingly annoying. I better get some interesting results.

I have songs playing in my head that I've never heard. That makes it sound weird, but what I mean is that I keep hearing the lyrics to “Don't Ask Me” by Ok Go being performed by KISS. Ok, that still sounds pretty weird. I swear I haven't been taking drugs, but I am starting to wonder if I'm getting enough sleep.

In other news...ok, there is no other news. I'm just drained and avoiding going back to the acid bath.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Random annoyance

Of course, police intimidation. You know why this happens, it's because our leaders do this. GWB is constantly acting as if there is no accountability, and everyone else in society falls in behind.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Random fun on the intrawebs

Ok, let's just move on, past last night's semi-drunken post, and discuss the finer points of the internet.

You know, funny pictures of cats and humorous videos of people hurting themselves:

In the former category:

A useless cat.

Cat in a hat.

No cats here, but 2 chickens break up a fight between bunnies. Weird. Not quite as weird as this video response to that video.

And basically, I don't like videos of people hurting themselves, so I'm not posting any here. I know this is crazy. I'm practically waging a war against the entirety of the You-Tube, blogoverse, on-line blagoblag.

You know what? Sometimes somebody's got to take a stand.

Yeah...so there.

(collapsing in exhaustion...again)

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Jobs and such

(yeah, a drunken post)

Anyone have a job for me?

I only ask because I hate the world of employment. I don't want to work at all.

This isn't because I don't like to work actually.

I just have problems swallowing my ethics enough to work with some people.

I realize I'm going to have to do that, but at least if I'm going to have to do so, then maybe I can get a job working somewhere that I don't have to work all day long, all weekend long, all the time.

I understand now the appeal to farming. Imagine, working for yourself! Answerable to only yourself, motivated only by your own needs....That's starting to sound pretty good.

Except, of course, that I'd make an absolutely horrible farmer. I can't do it. I know this about me.

So barring my miraculous transformation into a farmer (maybe an aquaculture farmer? Anyone want to help with startup capital/ideas?), I need to find a job I can tolerate.

If I'm going to work with bastards, I want to at least have one of the following two things:

1) The ability to walk away from the job at the end of the day guilt free. You know, like when I worked at a book-store or as a waiter. When you leave work, you leave work! Imagine that!

2) Well-compensated. I don't know if anyone noticed, but graduate school doesn't end up giving you a particularly high reward in terms of hourly wage. You're going to get a job where you work all the time and get paid mediocre wages. Unless you get a tenure-track position, when you'll work all the time an get paid more money than you'll have time to spend.

I'm depressed... Thank goodness the sun was out today or else I'd be really depressed.

So send me those job offers. I'm available for the right price...

And if I can get a job writing, then I'd be infinitely happy.

Monday, April 09, 2007

The Beat and the Blog

The late 1940 through the late 1950s were to writing what the mid 70s were to music.

What am I talking about?

Punk rock and Beat poetry.

These two forms of expression took an established concept (artists create art), and turned it upside down. Jack Kerouac wrote a book that, on its surface, was nothing more than the mad ramblings of a guy who traveled too much and hung out with a bunch of crazy people. The style and form of the Beat writers was a reaction against the main-stream literary establishment of the day, but the message most commonly received was:
”You don’t have to be some academic elitist sitting in the ivory tower espousing the value of Lord Byron and the Bard all day in order to write compelling poetry and prose.”

The fact that these Beat writers were, often, skilled, academically educated, and spent an absurd amount of time honing their craft changed the context of that message, but not what people heard.

The punk rock movement was similar. Bands like the Ramones and the Sex Pistols sent the message that you didn’t have to be (or pretend to be) some kind of musical poet or modern composer in order to have a good time. Like the Beats, punk rockers were reacting against a main-stream, rock n’ roll scene that was increasingly dominated by complex acts, extravagant musical solos, absurd style, and an increasing aloofness suggesting rock musicians were more than ordinary people. People heard essentially the same thing from the Punk movement that they heard from the Beats:
”Anyone can do this. You can do this.”

Let’s call this the Anyone realization.

Let’s cut ahead to the internet revolution. The internet isn’t exactly as cheap as many people think it is (you usually have to buy a computer and procure an internet connection EDIT: or go to a library...whatever), but the ability to publish an idea where essentially anyone with a computer can see it is unique. Compared to the cost of self-publishing books or music, the internet offers a virtually unlimited ability to send ideas out to an infinite number of people.

This medium has been exploited by the same people who started writing spontaneous poetry and random music. You can now go online and partake of a virtually unlimited library of poetry, music, etc. There’s no possible way people like me, who have been surfing the web since middle school, could possibly understand how different this is than how material was made available in the 50s or 60s.

In a sense, the sheer volume of available material has diluted the astounding nature of this revolution. Nobody thinks much of online poetry when a simple Google search reveals 10,000 poems by people who, I’m putting this kindly, have the poetic ability of a horse. The one or 10 of those poems that actually sound amazing is considerably diminished as a result. We’ll return to this in a moment.

The meme that has continued the tradition of punk rock and beat poetry is the blog. I often think of blogs as on-line diaries. Authors are writing about their own experiences, jobs, joys, hardships and anything else to an audience that may number from few to many. These posts may be daily or weekly or hourly and share the common feature that they are updated more often than a book. The whole concept is a little fuzzy, since journals and diaries were traditionally private and a blog is, almost by definition, available to a practically infinite audience. Numerous people who write blogs have not been properly appreciative of that fact and as a result have been fired for saying things online (to the public) that they would never say in person to anyone.

However, when I say that blogs are continuing the tradition of punk rock and beat poetry this is not what I’m talking about.
I’m talking about the ‘Anyone’ realization in regards to news.

24-hour news agencies have always had “experts” who offered their opinion. Newspapers have long had columnists who spoke with some measure of authority regarding the world, the media, celebrity, or humor on a weekly basis (the mere idea seems quaint). Other media outlets paid people to talk/write about the cultural, political, and economic ramifications of everything from daylight savings time to Jennifer Aniston’s hair.

The blog changed the relevance of the “expert.” No longer were you required to have anything resembling a qualification in order to espouse your viewpoint to a large audience. Nobody was vetting Anyone’s ability to say things. You could read an opinion on CNN.com and then head over to randommonkeys.com and get another opinion: They were both being broadcast to the same audience! This is the Anyone realization. Anyone can be an expert.

The exchange of information over the internet further started spreading the ideas of other experts. The guy on NBC who said that pollution-induced asthma was killing babies was now being contradicted by a guy on coal-industry websites who was spreading a very different interpretation of research.

And here we see the difference in these revolutions. With Beat poetry and Punk rock, the elitist attitudes being rejected by the movement were based on a rather flimsy foundation: That the ivory tower of academic criticism was the arbitrator of good and bad.

Who, ultimately, is the arbitrator of ‘good taste’ or talent? Why should Roger Ebert’s thumbs down for Scorpion King really mean anything more than a 17-year-old’s exuberant thumbs up? Why did academic literary critics routinely pan science fiction as the former became increasingly popular?

The emergence of the Anyone expert is a slightly different beast. While ‘expert opinion’ on matters of artistic expression no longer carries much weight within mainstream society (Oprah is far more influential) due to that ridiculous foundation, expert opinion on matters of technical knowledge resides on an entirely different foundation. When discussing the ability of a foundation to support a 30 story building, the “experts” actually have access to an understanding of objective reality that not just Anyone possesses. Engineers, scientists, and doctors do, in fact, carry a special knowledge about a particular area of expertise that does inform the advice and opinions they offer. People without that special knowledge are often not capable of offering better advice. The Anyone realization in relationship to ‘expert opinion’ is not likely to improve the world, but rather likely to cause confusion and poor decision making.

This isn’t to say that blogs are universally bad or inherently unlikely to aid the development of human culture. Another revolution being driven by blogs is something I think of as ‘directed’ news, or news that centers solely on a particular subject or theme. Whereas stories about a particular subject may rarely penetrate the front page or television portion of traditional news outlets, blogs may often highlight all the stories relevant to a particular subject.
Ultimately the Anyone realization in regards to expert opinion on matters of technical expertise will either work itself out somehow, or will fade away. Over the long-term, reliance on unqualified experts will reveal itself to be a flawed premise (if in fact it is the case) and such ‘experts’ will be left to shout to an audience that no longer exists. Even now the emergence of blogs analyzing blogs, or experts analyzing experts, may ultimately lead to popular acceptance of only those experts who can demonstrate the special knowledge that is vital to a valuable opinion. Sports blogs, and NBA blogs in particular, are already doing this, by constantly redirecting traffic to sites with useful and intelligent analysis and opinions and ignoring sites without. Such meta-criticism among the community of experts on more important topics (science, politics, law) seems to have a rich history in journals and print already, and as a result is being translated (in spurts) to the digital realm.

Where am I going with this? I really don’t know. I just started thinking about this and wrote it down as I went. I’m pretty sure none of these thoughts are particularly novel, and I’m pretty sure you’re reading this on my blog. I suspect that blogs will becoming increasingly regulated by advertiser dollars, traffic redirects, and search engine results, and as a result, the role of individual experts for technical expertise will probably be diluted by more experts, but eventually the quality of those opinions will be unchanged.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Busy busy

Well, it's 7 30 and I should really go back to work, but I'm going to take a moment to tell you all what's going on:

- Mouse update: 2 mice down, hopefully no more to go. We've alerted the calvary (the maintanence guys at the station) and we're now optomistic that the problem is under control. I hope so, ***king mice!

- Weather update: Oh my god. Seriously. I...the weather is just astonishingly beautiful here.

- email update: So some of my emails are getting picked up by spam filters. If you emailed me something and haven't heard a reply (assuming it has been a few days) let me know and I'll try re-sending. I have no idea what's happening.

- I gave a talk Update: Yeah, I gave a talk at OU today about Food Quality and Toxicity. The talk went pretty well, except that some prof asked me a confusing question. I had put up a graph of how varying nitrogen:phosphorus ratios in media causes changes in the growth of duckweed, and he said (out of the blue incidentally): "But do you know what causes that change?"
"Sure, nutrient limitation."
"No, I mean, what causes it."
I still really don't know what he meant. One of the graduate students I know there thought he meant that since I only showed the N:P ratio, it could be that the nutrients were so high that we were seeing toxic effects, or so low. But if that's what he was implying, he certainly didn't say so. I was very confused, and, of course, it threw off my timing for awhile. I think I did really well overall however. I really wish I was a more natural public speaker. I feel comfortable speaking in front of groups, but I really need to know what I'm going to say or else I get completely discombobulated.
This time I had a really good idea of what I wanted to say.

- Update on the Newspaper article about me: What? You mean I didn't mention that a reporter for the OU Daily wanted to do a story on me? Really? Well, after my talk I was interviewed by a brave reporter from the OU daily who I'm not sure really understood the distinction between postdoc and graduate student (until I explained it). Hopefully I won't come off sounding like an idiot in the article. There should be an on-line version of the story that I'll link to when it comes out.
I also got to interview her about what it is like working for a daily college newspaper. As I'm sure everyone has heard ad naseum I used to be the editor of our campus paper. That paper was just a bi-weekly, but with our staff of six we ended up having a ridiculously hard time finding enough material to fill the pages. I figured that student-editors/reporters at a big college like OU were essentially full-time employees at the paper receiving credits for that work. Turns out not so much. This poor reporter was getting paid to write at least a story a week, but she was still taking a full-time class load and working a real job. Sounded pretty rough.

- High school students: Tomorrow morning I'm going to be one of two researchers from the station entertaining/educating a group of high-school students from a nearby town. There are 55 students coming! Wow! Fortunately the whole event is only going to last 2.5 hours, so even if it goes badly, at least it will go quickly. And the person helping me out has done this several times before.

- Waking up in the night screaming update: So apparently I have lost my mind. No, literally. Last night (according to my wife) I jumped out of bed and began screaming (at the top of my lungs) and doing that 'brushing off bugs' motion with my hands at 4 in the morning. As I said, this is what my wife says. I was completely asleep. When I woke up I was standing at the foot of the bed, my wife was hollering at me, and I was sweating profusely and my heart was racing.
I have no idea what the hell happened.
My wife claims she will hit me in the head if I do this again. I don't think she's kidding.

- My uncle is coming up from Thursday-Mon/Tues. That means my updates will be probably nonexistant those days. That also means that on Friday I'll be in OKC for the Suns-Hornets game. I can't wait! Two of the best point guards in the league! We've even got front row seats on the balcony! Yay!