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Sep. 7th, 2006
Never Whistle While You're Pissing
Sep. 7th, 2006 02:46 pmWhile taking a trip to the urinal at 1.24 pm, I realised something very simple about the Is/Ought distinction: We can't make the leap either way.
We cannot say, obviously, that something is a certain way, and therefore Should be that way. However, neither can we make the claim that it ought to be otherwise. We can say Nothing about it.
The Naturalistic Fallacy (the conflation of the is of predication and the Is of identity) is almost useless.
Tell me how it's not, and you win a prize.
We cannot say, obviously, that something is a certain way, and therefore Should be that way. However, neither can we make the claim that it ought to be otherwise. We can say Nothing about it.
The Naturalistic Fallacy (the conflation of the is of predication and the Is of identity) is almost useless.
Tell me how it's not, and you win a prize.
Here's your Science
Sep. 7th, 2006 03:00 pmWash Away Your Sins
Cobbled Together Proteins
Dark Matter 'Proof' Called Into Doubt
Relativity Drive
And finally (And why didn't someone tell me about this sooner?):
Neuron forms links with silicon nanowires. Are you SHITTING me?!
Awesome.
Cobbled Together Proteins
Dark Matter 'Proof' Called Into Doubt
Relativity Drive
And finally (And why didn't someone tell me about this sooner?):
Neuron forms links with silicon nanowires. Are you SHITTING me?!
Awesome.
Damien, Bearer of Terrible News.
Sep. 7th, 2006 09:02 pmI'm sorry I have to tell you this, this way. For those of you who knew him, and so for those of you to whom this means anything:
Ian Smith is Dead. Class clown of the class of 2000, sometimes jerk, and usually all-around good guy, died earlier this week of an enlarged heart. He was nice, in that awkward kind of way, in the not knowning what to say, to be nice, but he tried, in his way, you know? And he was really really funny.
The service is at his family's house, Sunday morning, at 11.
More when I have more.
Ian Smith is Dead. Class clown of the class of 2000, sometimes jerk, and usually all-around good guy, died earlier this week of an enlarged heart. He was nice, in that awkward kind of way, in the not knowning what to say, to be nice, but he tried, in his way, you know? And he was really really funny.
The service is at his family's house, Sunday morning, at 11.
More when I have more.
Disproportionate Death
Sep. 7th, 2006 11:25 pmIt's strange how many people with whom I went to High school have died, since I've graduated.
I went to a very small High School, for the second half of it, and four people with whom I attended have died, since. That's not to mention Lorainne, herself, and Blaine, Valerie's husband, who began and possibly ended the process of dying, right in front of me.
It seems that we, the Horizons students of the classes of 1999 and 2000, have had to endure a disproportionate number of deaths, to the number we were.
Just strange.
I went to a very small High School, for the second half of it, and four people with whom I attended have died, since. That's not to mention Lorainne, herself, and Blaine, Valerie's husband, who began and possibly ended the process of dying, right in front of me.
It seems that we, the Horizons students of the classes of 1999 and 2000, have had to endure a disproportionate number of deaths, to the number we were.
Just strange.