Archive for May, 2006

Furthering my scientific education Wednesday, May 31st, 2006

Reading this book will have increased the amount of ordered information in your brain. However, during the same time, the heat released by your body will have had a much greater effect increasing the disorder in the rest of the universe: about ten million million million times the increase in order in your brain. I suggest you stop reading now.

I’ve been reading (very slowly) An Illustrated A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking. It’s astonishing how accessible he’s made some of the most complicated scientific ideas in history, and he has a brilliant sense of humour to support it.

Look at this distinctly Python-esque illustration, which, in the context of the book, sounds more like a suggestion than a hypothesis:

It may be the best illustration ever.

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A man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still Wednesday, May 24th, 2006

My mom works as an assistant teacher at a primary school, and describes one of the children as being unbearably behaved, violent and rude and always throwing tantrums, yet when he’s with his grandma he’s a little angel. Why? Because his grandad spanks him when he’s naughty.

To which, not at all unexpectedly, my father responds: “Speaks volumes, doesn’t it?”

Referencing a child who’s better behaved in the presence of a violent authority is like pointing out that your employees will work harder if you push a gun in their face

Hell, yes. It says two things to me. First, that you can frighten people (particularly children) into doing what you want them to*. And second, that this boy’s grandfather has condemned his grandchild to never accept the system that he will have to endure for twelve odd years, by setting a standard of discipline that nobody else can reach. Quite apart from the fact that punishing a child is a stupid way to teach them right from wrong, the fact that this boy’s parents won’t, and teachers can’t, physically punish him put him in a position whereby any punishment pales in comparison to the beating his grandad gives him. What is a telling off, or a detention, or being sent to the naughty room, when you’ve had somebody belting red your backside?

Regardless of whether it’s acceptable or not, punishing children is stupid and immensely shortsighted, and in this case the negative impact (if you’ll excuse the pun) has been even greater than normal. “Speaks volumes, doesn’t it?” Man. Referencing a child who’s better behaved in the presence of a violent authority is like pointing out that your employees will work harder if you push a gun in their face.

*This piece of information should be essentially useless, since nobody should think that frightening somebody into submission is an effective way of achieving anything.

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Who is Walter? Monday, May 8th, 2006

Evidently sometimes I begin to write things that I promptly go on to forget all about.

Walter’s smile had been permanently downturned by the irrepressible forces of gravity. It was the pressure within the strange little cellar that he resided in from eight o’clock until six each day; there was no window and little light, and the air came from a tin sat upon his crusty old desk. Indeed, often it felt to Walter as though there was no door.

In fact, there was a door. At five feet and seven inches small, it was fractionally too much so for its most frequent entrant, and the curved indentations and flaking plaster at the top and center of the frame were a sad reminder of his early lessons in Avoidance of Contact with Solids. There were also one or two crevices in Walter’s forehead as a result of the same encounters.

Walter’s hair was spiky (when it wasn’t flattened by meetings with partitions in the building). It looked like he had taken great care both to create and to preserve the style of his golden-yellow locks each day. He hadn’t. Walter was not the sort to take great care with anything any more.

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Potential Monday, May 1st, 2006

I just love the fact that we’re all fucking buzzing with potential and, yes, sometimes there’s so much of it it’s impossible to organise into something coherent; and sometimes it hides away, and so successfully that it can feel like it’s gone forever, but it’s always back; and sometimes there can be so much it’s overwhelming and you feel totally lost, like a child in a hurricane of beautiful, sharp, glittering crystals - but every so often, either you make the right move, or the potential makes the right move, and you find yourself in the centre of that whirlwind, and you can see everything. Oh, I love being in the eye of that storm. I love the knowledge of the fact that, even though it can seem neverending while it’s happening, eventually the storm will die down, and we will all be surrounded by those beautiful, sharp, glittering crystals. Which is to say, everything will fall into place.

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