Daily Archives: January 4, 2011

Dead Birds

In the renowned yet obscure documentary, “Dead Birds,” watchful men in a traditional community in Highland Papua New Guinea use the sudden flight of birds as a clue to the possible encroachment of a hidden enemy bent on blood revenge. In mines, canaries signal air too poisoned to breath by dying faster than affected humans. And in Arkansas, apparently, the sudden death of thousands of blackbirds are used to indicate the nefarious activities of aliens from another planet.

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Enjoy this recent post on “How does one prove astrology?”

…The meat of Curtis’ comment appears to be a way to test astrology, or at least one aspect of it. My problem with the suggestion is the same that I’ve had with the concept of astrology as a whole — it depends on a foundation that is simply not there.

Have you ever been to Zzyzx Road, in the Mojave Desert? Carr2d2 has an excellent post on early 20th century woo and politics: Adventures of the Mind.

2010 space odyssey never did happen. But it’s not too late to engage in the conversation. You just have to know how to talk like Hal: Affirmative, Dave. I read you.

This Week’s Skeptically Speaking looks especially interesting: Your Baby’s Brain.

We’ll discuss the science of parenting with Dr. John Medina. His book Brain Rules For Baby examines some of the most basic things that science understands about the developing brain, and provides helpful strategies for encouraging your child’s development. What effect does TV really have on the infant mind? And how does a child’s happiness influence her intelligence? And to start off the episode, Geek Dad contributor Jason Cranford Teague speaks to us about science, technology and parenting.

And finally, Can Hurricanes Trigger Earthquakes? Quite possibly indirectly.

The Kiss

I went out with a friend. We were both between relationships, and we both knew somehow that this was a date though it was never called a date. And we had a perfectly good time: Good food, good conversation, good drinks. She drove.

When it came time to go home, she drove me to my house in my urban neighborhood and parked on the street near my house. As we were saying our good-byes, she enigmatically unhooked her seat belt. I wondered why. Then, I discovered that she wanted the freedom of movement to lean across the console and give me a kiss. It was a good kiss. It was actually a series of good kisses, and it went on for a while.


And suddenly, there was a loud rapping on the window of the car. We stopped kissing and that’s when we noticed that we had steamed up the windows a bit. So I cracked the window on which the rapping had occurred and there was a police man staring in with his flashlight.
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