Sunday, October 29, 2006

Preaching to the choir

The Crusade Against Religion

It's an interesting article on atheism; If you don't have time to read all eight pages, here are a few choice excerpts:
At dinner parties or over drinks, I ask people to declare themselves. "Who here is an atheist?" I ask.

Usually, the first response is silence, accompanied by glances all around in the hope that somebody else will speak first. Then, after a moment, somebody does, almost always a man, almost always with a defiant smile and a tone of enthusiasm. He says happily, "I am!"

But it is the next comment that is telling. Somebody turns to him and says: "You would be."

"Why?"

"Because you enjoy pissing people off."

"Well, that's true."

This type of conversation takes place not in central Ohio, where I was born, or in Utah, where I was a teenager, but on the West Coast, among technical and scientific people, possibly the social group that is least likely among all Americans to be religious. Most of these people call themselves agnostic, but they don't harbor much suspicion that God is real. They tell me they reject atheism not out of piety but out of politeness. As one said, "Atheism is like telling somebody, 'The very thing you hinge your life on, I totally dismiss.'" This is the type of statement she would never want to make.

This is the statement the New Atheists believe must be made -- loudly, clearly and before it's too late.
. . .
"Look at slavery," he says. We are at a beautiful restaurant in Santa Monica, near the public lots from which Americans -- nearly 80 percent of whom believe the Bible is the true word of God, if polls are correct -- walk happily down to the beach in various states of undress. "People used to think," Harris says, "that slavery was morally acceptable. The most intelligent, sophisticated people used to accept that you could kidnap whole families, force them to work for you, and sell their children. That looks ridiculous to us today. We're going to look back and be amazed that we approached this asymptote of destructive capacity while allowing ourselves to be balkanized by fantasy. What seems quixotic is quixotic -- on this side of a radical change. From the other side, you can't believe it didn't happen earlier. At some point, there is going to be enough pressure that it is just going to be too embarrassing to believe in God."
. . .
There's good evidence from research by anthropologists such as Pascal Boyer and Scott Atran that a grab bag of cognitive predispositions makes us natural believers. We hear leaves rustle and we imagine that some airy being flutters up there; we see a corpse and continue to fear the judgment and influence of the person it once was. Remarkable progress has been made in understanding why faith is congenial to human nature -- and of course that still says nothing about whether it is true. Harris is typically severe in his rejection of the idea that evolutionary history somehow justifies faith. There is, he writes, "nothing more natural than rape. But no one would argue that rape is good, or compatible with a civil society, because it may have had evolutionary advantages for our ancestors." Like rape, Harris says, religion may be a vestige of our primitive nature that we must simply overcome.
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Among the New Atheists, Dennett holds an exalted but ambiguous place. Like Dawkins and Harris, he is an evangelizing nonbeliever. He has campaigned in writing on behalf of the Brights and has written a book called Breaking the Spell: Religion as a Natural Phenomenon. In it, the blasting rhetoric of Dawkins and Harris is absent, replaced by provocative, often humorous examples and thought experiments. But like the other New Atheists, Dennett gives no quarter to believers who resist subjecting their faith to scientific evaluation. In fact, he argues that neutral, scientifically informed education about every religion in the world should be mandatory in school. After all, he argues, "if you have to hoodwink -- or blindfold -- your children to ensure that they confirm their faith when they are adults, your faith ought to go extinct."

Thursday, October 12, 2006

White & Nerdy

Weird Al's still got it. It being the weirdness.

Friday, October 06, 2006

I don't recall

Only integrity is revealed
He has already sat down with his 6-year-old daughter and 9-year-old son and explained that their daddy might be going to jail. This is the part that cuts hardest at San Francisco Chronicle reporter Mark Fainaru-Wada, but he has pledged to endure it to preserve the integrity of his work.

"Yes, the family issue clearly has been the most difficult part of all of this," said Fainaru-Wada, who along with fellow Chronicle reporter Lance Williams faces up to 18 months in jail for refusing to give up the sources that leaked them grand jury testimony in the Barry Bonds/BALCO case, information they used to write some of the most significant stories the sport has ever seen and the best-selling book "Game of Shadows."

"My wife and I did sit down with the kids," said Fainaru-Wada. "It was a very difficult conversation. We just tried to tell them that I made a promise that I felt was really important to keep and that I might have to go to jail because of that. But we also said that not everybody who goes to jail is a bad person."
Is it integrity or naivete that is revealed? Whatever happened to simply saying, "I don't recall?" It worked just fine for Reagan (at the time we didn't realize he was being truthful). When asked to reveal a source, why not simply state, "I failed to write it down, and I don't recall that information." At this point you have answered the question, however unsatisfactorily, and are therefore not in contempt of court. The prosecution may try to discredit you as a witness, or even attempt to prove perjury, but what are the chances of that happening? It seems like a much better option than possibly going to jail for 18 months.

Can someone explain this to me, like I'm a six-year-old?

Monday, October 02, 2006

I think I've found your problem

Just in case you're still wondering whatever happened to Saturday Night Live, look no further than the opening credits. Did you ever notice how they would list the regular cast members and then say "featuring" before listing the rookies? That's because those rookies had yet to prove that they could contribute to making the show funny on a regular basis. On Saturday night there was no list of "featured" cast members. That's not because they've all proven themselves. With the possible exceptions of Darrell Hammond and Amy Poehler, none of them has.

Here's the Comcast cable guide entry:
"Dane Cook; the Killers", (2006), Dane Cook hosts and the Killers perform as the 32nd season premieres. Cast members include Darrell Hammond, Maya Rudolph, Seth Meyers, Amy Phoehler, Fred Armisen, Will Forte, Kenan Thompson, Jason Sudeikis, Bill Hader, Andy Samberg and Kristen Wiig (Comedy).
The original SNL cast called themselves the "Not Ready for Prime Time Players." The implication of course was that most of them were destined for greater things. Take another look at that list of current cast members. Not one of them will ever be ready for prime time. What is Lorne Michaels doing? Is Will Farrell the last of a dying breed?

Lorne did invite a comedian to host the season premiere, so it seems like he wants the show to be funny. Dane Cook may be obnoxious but at least he's trying to make the audience laugh. The rest of the cast looks like their car just broke down in the wrong part of town.

The show opens with the de rigueur political satire skit, but the jokes fall mostly flat. Will Forte as President Bush cannot compare to Will Farrell. That's not his fault, that's just how it is. But the next skit is actually funny. Making fun of the inane airport security rules is always good for a few laughs ("It's funny because it's true"). While Forte can't do a convincing Bush impression, playing a creepy weirdo comes naturally.
TSA instructor: We have loosened some of the restrictions; you can now carry up to 3 oz. of fluids or gels with you on the plane....

TSA trainee: Why 3 oz?

Instructor: We have determined that 3 oz. of liquid explosives is not enough to blow up the plane.

Kenan Thompson, as trainee: But 4 oz. is enough...?

Poehler, as trainee: What if I only carried 3 oz. of explosive with me, but secretly arranged to meet up with someone else on the plane so we could combine our explosives to make more than 3 oz?

Instructor #1: You want to handle this one?

Instructor #2: No!

Forte, as trainee: What if I'm not carrying 3 oz. of fluid, but I'm confident I can produce 3 oz. once I'm on the plane?

Instructor: You would produce 3 oz. of fluid?

Forte: Or a gel.
The next skit features Fred Armisen playing Hugo Chavez hosting his own talk show on Venezuela's only television channel. It's a funny concept, but again the execution falls flat. Note to Fred: if all your characters are essentially the same parody of a wacky emcee on Telemundo, maybe you should go work for Telemundo. On a side note, my 6-month-old son thinks you're hilarious, so you've got that going for you. Note to Hammond: you're not fooling anyone. Your "impression" of Pervez Musharraf is basically a toned-down version of your Ahnold impression without the gap-tooth makeup. It might be time to think about retirement.

Next up is a digital short entitled "Cubicle Fight." This is some creative comedy, and I would actually like to see more along these lines. You might have heard of a little video called "Lazy Sunday," arguably the funniest thing to come out of SNL in some time. If they can't be funny live, they can at least throw some canned funny into the mix.

I think Bill Hader was hired solely for his spot-on impression of Al Pacino. That's fine, but use him for something more ambitious than "Al Pacino checks his bank balance." That's sort of funny in a stupid way, but mostly it's just stupid. Which brings up an important point: the actors are only half of the equation. The writers deserve equal credit for sucking. With Tina Fey moving to 30 Rock, I'm afraid the SNL writing team now consists entirely of the CareerBuilder monkeys.

On the plus side, Seth Meyers and Amy Poehler have a good chemistry together on Weekend Update. That could work, if only they could think of funny stuff to say about the news. The Brian Williams cameo was also a good idea. They should do more cameos. At this point cachet is about all SNL's got left over shows like MadTV.

The comedy always goes downhill after the Update, and this week the drop is precipitous. The next skit involves a couple of Poland Spring delivery guys who are drinking all the profits. At the end of the skit the guys joke that SNL should use what just happened to them as a skit, but "only the funny part, and that ended a long time ago." Guys, acknowledging that you're not funny doesn't make it okay. You're getting paid to be funny. What's up?

By the way, I like some of The Killers songs on the radio, but their lead singer is terrible in person. It's like really bad karoake. Maybe he's sick or something, I don't know. And what's up with Earl Hickey on drums?

The last skit begins with Amy Poehler being effortlessly goofy and amusing as Farrah Fawcet. As I hinted at the beginning, I think Poehler is one of the few bright lights in this cast, someone who can manage to make you laugh even when the material stinks. After taping a quick public service announcement, "Farrah" trips on over to another stage to join a skit involving a bar at closing time. This skit seems entirely appropriate, as Dane Cook kicks out one character after another. For most of the cast, it's time to go home.