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Logic Bomb
Apr. 29th, 2010 04:49 pmThere is a weeping sore on my forehead, which for lack of a better option I have decided to find attractive.
The last few days have been all-work-all-the-time, which I enjoy but which is a monotonous subject.
Ciro has registered for his final set of classes, which means another few months of hard slog for him, and then . . . graduation! He insisits the only appropriate way to celebrate this is to act like he is 22 and hold a kegger, which I think I will opt out of (unless perhaps there are video games).
Although my day-to-day is going smoothly, it has been a difficult time for me intellecutally. I do not agree with the Christian Right in many areas, but I do agree with them (1) that it is alarming to be unable to assume that the people around you share your values [which is a situation they and I are both in, although the values we want shared are different], and (2) that I'm tired of postmodernism. I am tired of people who think consensus is automatically suspect. I am tired of people who don't believe in expertise. I am tired of people appointing themselves experts and trying to blow my mind with things that are not supported by data. I am tired of the fact that doctors have training but patients are the only ones doing the research, accumulating vast data without being able to tell whether it's good or bad, so that the doctors are wrong and the patients are also wrong. I'm fed up with magical thinking. I'm fed up with inequality, and I'm fed up with people trying to solve inequality by just declaring things equal. I am tired of people following their hearts and doing what the spirit moves them to do because it feels right. I am tired of your feelings. I am tired of talking to you when you have decided irrationality is the answer. And I am tired of being quiet about it when it directly endangers me.
It is a difficult world when fully a quarter of the people I can depend on to even care about whether they are behaving logically are named Tom. At least there are two friends of mine named Tom. I am on the verge of becoming very savage, because I don't see the point of things when I am outnumbered this badly even by people who are nominally on my side.
P.S. Somebody anonymous did bring donuts to work, which I acknowledge as a shared value, especially when they leave me the one with coconut sprinkles.
The last few days have been all-work-all-the-time, which I enjoy but which is a monotonous subject.
Ciro has registered for his final set of classes, which means another few months of hard slog for him, and then . . . graduation! He insisits the only appropriate way to celebrate this is to act like he is 22 and hold a kegger, which I think I will opt out of (unless perhaps there are video games).
Although my day-to-day is going smoothly, it has been a difficult time for me intellecutally. I do not agree with the Christian Right in many areas, but I do agree with them (1) that it is alarming to be unable to assume that the people around you share your values [which is a situation they and I are both in, although the values we want shared are different], and (2) that I'm tired of postmodernism. I am tired of people who think consensus is automatically suspect. I am tired of people who don't believe in expertise. I am tired of people appointing themselves experts and trying to blow my mind with things that are not supported by data. I am tired of the fact that doctors have training but patients are the only ones doing the research, accumulating vast data without being able to tell whether it's good or bad, so that the doctors are wrong and the patients are also wrong. I'm fed up with magical thinking. I'm fed up with inequality, and I'm fed up with people trying to solve inequality by just declaring things equal. I am tired of people following their hearts and doing what the spirit moves them to do because it feels right. I am tired of your feelings. I am tired of talking to you when you have decided irrationality is the answer. And I am tired of being quiet about it when it directly endangers me.
It is a difficult world when fully a quarter of the people I can depend on to even care about whether they are behaving logically are named Tom. At least there are two friends of mine named Tom. I am on the verge of becoming very savage, because I don't see the point of things when I am outnumbered this badly even by people who are nominally on my side.
P.S. Somebody anonymous did bring donuts to work, which I acknowledge as a shared value, especially when they leave me the one with coconut sprinkles.
