Monday, April 28, 2008

The Things That Men Do

Two nights ago I watched a (fantastic) boxing match between a lean Black American man named Bernard Hopkins and a white Italian (I think he was Italian; or Welsh; I dunno) named Calazghe. The latter ultimately won in a split decision, but these warriors duked it out at full intensity till the very last bell.

I bring this up because I was shocked to discover that Hopkins is 43 years old! The man was as athletic, muscular and active as any 25 year old --maybe more so! He is probably a genetic extreme, but nonetheless his is a valuable example of how good training can push youthful vigor into middle age.

So I immediately downloaded an old classic --Diggstown-- just to watch a (fictional) 48 year old manhandle 10 younger, stronger men in the boxing ring. Yes, now that I'm into my 5th decade, I need as many positive images of 40s masculinity as I can find!

On a similar note, several people this week randomly commented to me on the brutality of "ultimate fighting" or "mixed martial arts". They were quite taken aback when I argued for the safety of the sport.

As regular readers know, I have a bias. I've trained in a dozen exotic martial arts since the age of 19, and even spent a sojourn in a Thai boxing camp many years ago. I've lost count of the number of karate tournaments in which I've competed, and have dabbled in judo, jiujitsu, kung fu, kalaripiyaat, aikido, pakua and a few others I've not registered in my decaying memory. I tried my hand at classic American boxing very briefly, and found it to be very physically challenging.

As a caveat, I add that I was never actually any GOOD at any of these. I just showed up regularly to get my ass kicked. I eventually retired from competitive karate in my early 30s, and stopped training entirely a couple of years later. Last year, I took up boxing training and jiujitsu again, but my old body kept getting injured, so that didn't last past a few months.

Now, I have limited experience in boxing, a little more experience in competitive full contact Thai kickboxing (Mhuay Thai), a fair amount of experience in grappling, and a hell of a lot of experience in non-contact karate, or "point fighting". ("Non-contact" typically means full contact to the body and very light contact to the head.) I have never tried anything as demanding as so-called "mixed martial arts", and could never last more than a couple of seconds with an experienced practitioner of that sport.

Based on this experience, I conclude the following: that mixed martial arts (MMA), or "ultimate fighting", is less dangerous than currently accepted forms of combat sport, such as boxing or kickboxing. It's possibly less dangerous in the long run than point fighting, depending on where you draw your danger line.

The beauty of full contact fighting (in a controlled, refereed environment) is that both practitioners feel the pain equally. While wearing boxing gloves, you can pummel your opponent --and be pummeled by him-- over 15 rounds and feel a large amount of pain, but rarely enough to cause you to stop the match. A career of this low level, consistent trauma often ends in brain damage.

An MMA match, on the other hand, typically lasts 1-3 rounds, The number of blows landed to the head are much fewer than in a boxing match. And the pain to the puncher is much greater, due to the minimal hand protection; thus the puncher has an increasing disincentive to punch hard. It tends to be more bloody due to the abrasiveness of flesh-on-flesh contact, but blood does not necessarily indicate deeper trauma.

In addition, many (possibly most) MMA matches are won on grappling or jiujitsu skills, which have to do typically with joint locks. They hurt like hell, but the recipient decides how much pain and damage he is willing to endure by "tapping out" when he's had enough; and these techniques have no effect on the brain.

In short, it is my belief that MMA offers less long term brain trauma than does boxing or kickboxing. And I've come to the conclusion that "point fighting" is just silly.

Now, don't get me started with hockey. Fighting in hockey (or basketball or baseball, etc) is the stupidest thing I've seen in professional sports. In a boxing match, or an MMA match, the participants have trained for the combat and only the combat. Their gear is designed for combat (no sharp corners, etc). The referee is specifically focused on elements of combat and combat safety. The rules are set in place to support combat while maintaining safety. And, most importantly, despite what the media shows us, the combatants enter the ring with mutual respect and their emotions mastered.

In a hockey fight, none of the above controls are present. Combatants are balancing on skates on ice. Their gear is replete with bits that can cut, scrape or get into someone's eye --hell, they start out carrying sticks! The referees are there first and foremost to police a hockey match; managing a fight is their secondary or tertiary priority, and often they can't do that well. There are no rules in place to manage the safety of the fight while it is in progress. And, most importantly to me, the combatants are typically fuming with rage, which denies them the ability to rationally protect themselves or their opponents.

Hockey fights' saving grace is that hockey players are often so well bundled up that it's difficult for them to get hurt. But to me, a hockey fight is a disgusting display of thuggery that celebrates the worst qualities of the stereotype of the Y-chromosome. Whereas, an MMA match is a shining example of the heights of martial artistic skills to which a practitioner can aspire.

That's my two cents. You didn't pay anything for them, so stop complaining. I leave you with the only photo I have from my karate days. Dig the sexy Steven Seagal ponytail:

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

He Charges What?!

With the death of Arthur C. Clarke, the last surviving Grand Master of science fiction from the genre's Golden Age is Ray Bradbury. I enjoyed a large number of Bradbury's more poetic, small town and humanistic works. And I think The Martian Chronicles is one of the greatest books of fiction ever written by an American.

But the man barely understands science, which makes me a tad uncomfortable to list him as an SF Grand Master. But what do I know? Nothing, that's what.

I was also none too impressed when Bradbury got upset that Michael Moore modified the title of a Bradbury classic, Farenheit 451, for his documentary, Farenheit 911. Um... Mr. Bradbury... you yourself stole Something Wicked This Way Comes from Shakespeare!

Anyway, I was intrigued to find out that Bradbury's speaking fee is a whopping $50,000! Interestingly, Steve Wozniak charges a whopping 65K. Who the heck is paying to hear Wozniak?

Out of curiosity, Canada's top science fiction writer, Robert Sawyer, charges under $5000 per appearance. So everything in Canada is cheaper.

Me? I speak for food. Or adoration. Or just because I lead a sad, lonely life and standing before a podium gives me the illusion of having friends!

Apropos of nothing, I leave you with this:


Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Earth Day Link-O-Rama

From The Other Ray: 20 Things You Didn't Know About Recycling.

Looking to invest in green technologies? From Brother Bhash, a company that recycles plastic.

Also from Brother Bhash, a follow-up to a story I heard about years ago: the great Oceanic garbage dump. Really quite a horrific revelation. Read it here and here.

From Medzilla, an excellent Discovery Channel video.

In Other News...

Here are some good medical myths to keep in mind.

And lastly... a church in South Carolina proclaims on its bulletin board, "Obama, Osama, hmm, are they brothers?"

As one Fark.com commenter put it, "Jesus and me could be buds, his 'followers' not so much."

What the world needs is more and higher quality edumacation:



Apropos of nothing, I leave you with this video from Cousin Ajay. Apparently, Pikachu is a pimp:

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Knights of Cydonia

This weekend was spent celebrating Andoo's birthday. What did we do? Not unlike any other weekend, "the gang" had pancakes at some out-of-town breakfast place, followed by some standard shopping at Pacific Mall, followed by a long night of.... Guitar Hero!

The best song of the night was "Knights of Cydonia" by The Muse. One reviewer called it, "six minutes and one second of pure genius." I don't know if I'd go that far, but it rocks pretty hard. Behold:



If you're like me and are a big guitar fan, wait for it; the axe drops at around 4:20.... which is a fairly appropriate number considering today's date and the song's, um, psychedelic qualities.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Complicated Stew

First, a roundup of Al Gore news. Why? Because, gentle readers, I wish to remind all of you that I called Gore in 2008 way back in 2000, and I'm loathe to admit fault in my predictions:

1. One more reason to dislike Hillary Clinton: she eats her party's legacy for personal gain, slamming Gore to get to Obama.

2. Meanwhile, while nonetheless an empty candidate, Obama has the honesty to proclaim Al Gore to have been the Presidential winner in 2000. Since this statement is sure to bring out the wingnuts who will crow on about how Bush won because the Supreme Court said so, yadda yadda, I direct you to this interesting analysis that suggests otherwise.

3. Lastly, a reminder that there still exists a "Plan B" for putting Albert on the ticket, even at this late date.

But today's real topic is the current global food crisis. I gave a talk to students on Monday on the topic of hunger and global development. Here are some sobering stats from the International Food Policy Research Institute:

The number of hungry people in the world (i.e., not receiving enough calories): 0.9 billion
The number of underweight children: 143 million
The number of people with micronutrent deficiencies (i.e., with diets not diverse enough): >2 billion
The number of obese or overweight people: 2 billion

That leaves the number of people in the world with adequate and appropriate caloric intake as about a third of humanity. In this age of high tech wizardry, a third is pitiful.

We are currently seeing food riots in Haiti, parts of Africa and Asia and elsewhere. I and others predicted this years ago, but I'm surprised to see it so soon. I thought we had another couple of decades before a food crisis became sufficiently felt to warrant rioting.

Also eyeballing from some data from the IFPRI, over the past 18 months, the price of grains and cereals and oils and fats has gone up almost 100%. The price of dairy products has gone up about 50%. The price of meat has ironically stayed the same. Nasty Nicky B. over at Log Base 2 has some pretty graphs of these trends.

To what do we owe these trends?

1. The increasing price of fuel is finally manifesting in the price of food. It takes fuel (oil) to run agricultural machines, factory farming machines, and --most critically-- the transports needed to move food from its production centres to everywhere else.

2. The growing middle class in places like China and India is demanding luxuries akin to those enjoyed in the West, among them.... meat. Remember your basic biology? It takes orders of magnitude more investment of food and energy to raise an animal for slaughter than it does to produce plant foods for direct consumption by people. I love my steak, too, but I recognize that large scale meat production is anathema to feeding large numbers of people.

3. The new press for biofuels (ethanol), as a response to increasing costs and decreasing supplies of oil, has raised the value and thus the price of foods like corn, which are now being grown as much for fuel production as much as for consumption. Privately, I feel the conversion of food to fuel to be downright horrific and a crime against humanity. Scientifically, it is neither cheap, sustainable, efficient or even ecologically friendly, since one needs to burn fossil fuels to produce ethanol.

And the bugaboo that runs through all these threads is, of course, Climate Change, which threatens to alter agricultural patterns, insect and bird behaviours, and hydration (rainfall, drought, etc) patterns. Changes are already manifesting.

Another factor is cultural, one for which we should all be ashamed. For the first time in human history, the 20th century saw wide scale development of arable land for industrial purposes. This is also horrific. Previous generations sought to build communities on rock or hillsides, places on which no true farming could be done. This was a recognition of our need to preserve arable land for the purposes of food production.

But suddenly we see cornfields being replaced by stripmalls, rich soil salted and paved over. Increasing population with an increasing apetite and now decreasing arable land equals a recipe for disaster. Again, Climate Change will exacerbate this trend, by flooding rich deltas and other traditional regions of prime agricultural activity.

In the short term, emergency food aid sent to needy areas seems like a good idea, but it, too, is fraught with complications. African economist James Shikwati believes that when the West sends emergency food aid to stricken areas of Africa, it undermines indigenous food production efforts by forcing prices below sustainable levels. Then there's the trend of local warlords stealing emergency food and selling it on the Black Market for money with which to buy guns.

It's all a nasty, complicated stew.


In Other News...

For those who like dry, scientific stuff, here's a link to a recent study on treatments for macular degeneration, sponsored by the Canadian Agency for Drugs and Technologies in Health (CADTH), and for which yours truly served as an external reviewer.

I stole the following video from Dawn's blog. It's "An Engineer's Guide to Cats":



And because I can't think of anywhere better to put this...

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Scrambling Wingnuts

The Royal Canadian Mounted Police raided the headquarters of the Conservative Party of Canada, at the request of Elections Canada. For my non-Canadian readers, the RCMP is the equivalent of Canada's federal police (like the FBI in the USA and the Federales in Mexico); and the Conservative Party is the current ruling party of Canada. Elections Canada is the government body --held religiously at arms length from the political bodies, for obvious reasons-- that is tasked with making sure that all of Canada's democratic processes are fair and legal.

The news report gave no indication of why the warrant was issued. But typically such drastic measures do not take place unless there is strong suspicion that federal election laws, possibly of a monetary nature, were being broken by the Conservative Party. All this comes within shouting distance of a possible election call.

Of course, those of us who hate this despicable, regressive, corrupt, ideological and unscientific government giggle in glee at this news. But let's remember that the investigation is still underway, and it would be premature to jump to any conclusions regarding (a) the reasons for the raid, and (b) the guilt of the Party.

However, what's really curious is to see how the right wing blogosphere has been responding to the news. Remember that the Conservatives are the "law and order" party, the one likes to lick the boots of anyone in uniform, give all sorts of lip service to "rules" and "honour" and other hollow formularies of shallow thought. Thus, it's all the more delicious to see the apologists scurry with rationales such as these:
"...it was a perfect example of the kind of bully tactics the folks at Elections Canada like to use to intimidate anyone who dares to oppose them." -Gerry Nichols, Conservative Party insider, commenting at that bastion of supreme hypocritical banality, the Western Standard Blog.

"Where's the crime here? Campaign finance laws should be scraped." -Matthew Johnston, Western Standard Blog. Gee, Matthew, whatever happened to the ruling party obeying the law?

"What bothers me is that the RCMP raided the offices of a political party to enforce a law that should either be entirely ignored or enforced lightly and discretely." -same Matthew Johnston above, completely and willfully ignorant of the fact that the governing party cannot pick and choose which laws to follow.

"In this democracy, one does not have to lie down and let the state screw you. One is lawfully required to resist." -dewp, also at the Western Standard. Um... who's screwing whom? This particular party IS the state!

"Oh drat! They're on to Harper! How dare he try to make life better for people outside of Toronto!" -Zebulon Pike. Yeah, because Toronto runs both Elections Canada and the RCMP. Jesus Christ.
And on and on it goes. It's all oh so sweet. Even if nothing comes of this investigation, the nature of these apologist scramblings are instructive enough.

And since I'm lacking a photo for this particular post, I leave you with a giraffe humping a donkey... or, as the kids say, "tapping that ass":


PS. It looks kinda fake to me.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Israeli Bacon

Let's begin today with this story: it seems the Israeli government is being all pouty and refusing to give former US President Jimmy Carter any security when he meets with Hamas during his present trip to Israel.

Well, well, well. Where to start? First off, let's remember that Jimmy Carter saved Israeli bacon back in the day, by essentially agreeing to pay for Egypt to leave them alone, via the Camp David Accords. The man should be a hero in both countries.

Second, let us remember that Hamas --like 'em or hate 'em-- was elected the legal representatives of the Palestinian people. How can any serious diplomatic endeavour not include some dialogue, or at least recognition, of them?

Third, let us certainly not forget that Carter --like 'im or hate 'im-- is nonetheless the former President of the United States, and should thus be accorded necessary diplomatic protection, in the name of both honour and continued good relations with the USA.

And lastly, who are the Israelis kidding? They've got a beef with Hamas? Fine. But a lot of the Jewish settlers ain't exactly prizes, either:



In Other News:

Wikileaks.org has leaked some sensitive Scientology documents. When the "church" threatened them with implied legal action, Wikileaks replied with a promise to publish "a thousand additional pages." Yayyy, wikileaks!

Amphibious provides us with not-quite-a-Daily-Perv-Link in this story about a man porking a picnic table. Splinters, anyone?

And cousin Ajay sends us this clip of the new quadrupedal robot "Big Dog" going through its paces. As he notes, Judgment Day is indeed upon us. But my first reaction: I want to ride it!


Sunday, April 13, 2008

Is It Time To Grow A Moustache?

You know, I'm actually quite slim these days, but recent photos seem to bely this truth. Take the following photo from my speech at Trent University on Friday night. Dig that triple chin!


I know some of them are reading this, so I want to thank the graduate students association of Trent University for inviting me to share Friday evening with them. It really was a splendidly organized event, featuring some excellent research and jovial spirits all around.

Thanks, also, for buying me so many gins-and-tonic at that creepy (but fun) Peterborough bar afterwards. I was entranced by the weird band with the ukelele, trumpet and dudes with moustaches. Other than cops and porn stars, who still wears moustaches these days? The highlight of that event was when the band broke into a rendition of the Dr Who theme, complete with lyrics! I recorded it on my PDA, but, alas, it didn't turn out well enough for me to share.

The evening was named for Professor Thomas Symons, who also honoured me by introducing me to the audience.

What can I say about this impressive man? When I mentioned that two of my heroes had recently died --Arthur C. Clarke and Edmund Hillary-- he regaled me with stories of the experienced he had shared with those great men! I'm told he was also present at marriage of Charles and Diana. What a guy.

Lastly, I want to thank superstar speech writer Michel A., who was kind enough to share with me speeches he had written for Ken Dryden and Allan Bernstien, so that I might steal from them. Thanks!

Now I have to write two more presentations for tomorrow....

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Funiculee....

As I may have mentioned before, I sit on the Advisory Committee for the Luminat'eau arts festival, which will be held at Harbourfront Centre in Toronto from June 13-15 this year. This is the grande finale of the city-wide Luminato festival.

I invite all of you to attend, as we've assembled a fantastic selection of activities and performers, all around the theme of water. I'm particularly proud of having brought in young scientists from the group, Let's Talk Science, who will be doing interactive demonstrations about the nature of water. Relatedly, the quirky and innovative scientist, Dr Steve Mann, will be playing several of his futuristic underwater musical instruments.




In further self-aggrandizing news, tomorrow evening I will be delivering the keynote address at the gala of Trent University's Thomas Symons Seminar Series. If you're a Peterborough resident, I hope to see you there.

I've written here and on Skiffy.ca about the British science fiction TV show, Torchwood. I have mixed feelings about the show, but continue to watch. Shaila M. sends us news that an academic anthology is soliciting scholarly essays about the show. If you're curious about submitting something, click here. The deadline is May 1st.

Meanwhile, one of my old photos from Washington DC is included in this news article about the legacy of Martin Luther King.

Mischa sends us news of an innovative new car that our conservative society just can't seem to accept. Youtbe clip is here. News story is here.

Lastly, Adam S. reminds us of the lyrics of the funicular song I made up in Spain. I need to record it for youtube:

"funiculii... funicular...
funiculee... funiculo oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!!!"

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Reign of Errors


I'm really enjoying the cable show, The Tudors, which ostensibly presents a dramatized account of the life of King Henry VIII. The scripts are adequate to intriguing. The acting is fantastic. The visuals are captivating. And the casting is stellar, especially for the age-appropriateness of each choice... something sadly lacking in most historical fiction produced nowadays.

At the centre of it all is the exquisitely handsome Irish actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers, who commands the light in each scene. But what really catches the eye? The clothes. Yes, I said it. Amazingly, the wardrobe folks have managed to make those silly and effete 16th century court outfits unbelievably chic and masculine. I half expect to see gansta rappers soon bedecked in puffy thigh pants with ruffled collars. (Feel free to insert your own 16th century hiphop lyrics in the comments section).

In Other News...

Here's a curious list of sex myths.

Dee Mack sends us this list of the finest books of all time. Their science fiction section is particularly interesting, since by allowing in the political books masquerading as science fiction (like 1984 and Brave New World), they've necessarily muscled out the hard SF of the later 20th century. But whatever.

A hero high school student has actually displayed some critical thinking and has questioned a neocon textbook that unsurprisingly has made its way into both the American public school system and the American government.

The book in question is American Government by Wilson and Dilulio, the latter of which was a Bush II adviser. The book is punctuated with unsubstantiated claims about the science underlying Climate Change, US federal law around school prayer, and other common conservative tropes that have been distorted or misrepresented to project facts that are not in existence. Makes one wonder how many other such fractured tomes were produced during the Bush II Reign of Errors, that we will not discover for generations but that nonetheless permeate North America's institutions.

A report by the Center of Inquiry, listing the book's errors, is available here.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Next Up.... Final Exams!

Alas, today was the final session of the first University class that I've taught from start to finish. So sad. I think the class went well; no one rioted and I only had one drop-out. I'll take that as a success. To any of my students reading this: you guys rock!

I'm presently halfway through Arthur C. Clarke's final novel, Firstborn. It's not his finest work, and was likely written mostly by his co-author, Stephen Baxter. But it still counts as Clarke, so I will savour each word. I still intend on writing that obituary for the late Sir Arthur.

Check out the events section to see my upcoming activities. This Friday I'll be in Peterborough to speak at a conference. And on Monday I will give the welcoming address at the OSHI (Ottawa Student Health Initiative) International Health conference in Ottawa. If you are in the community or are a student at Ottawa U, I invite you to attend. Festivities begin at 8:45 AM and will take place at the Roger Guindon building.

OK, back to watching The Tudors.

Friday, April 04, 2008

Snake Stone, Part Deux

Oh where do I begin today? As a follow-up to my essay, "The Politicization of Science", which deals in part with an almost deliberate insistence on the part of policy makers and other practitioners of power to pursue policies devoid of a scientific underpinning, I present you with this pithy quote from one of the forum posters on rabble.ca:

The alternative to basing public policy on evidence is basing it on shit-that-people-make-up-without-having-any-idea-if-it's-true-or-not.

Finding and pointing out biases in scientific argument is itself still science, if you have evidence of those biases.

And if you don't have evidence, you're back in the shit-that-people-make-up camp.

My regular scan of the evil world of Right-wing blogging leads us today to the ever hilarious and pointless Adam Yoshida, who has an irrational obsession with Barack Obama. Over at that veritable Algonquin Round Table of post-Athenian thought (insert sarcasm tags here), the Western Standard, Adam has proclaimed that Barack Obama is a Sissy because his bowling skills are not all that great. As Yoshida says, "No wonder he is beloved by so many women, especially those of the Millennial Generation - I can't think of a better way to define a Girlie Man than this."

Yes, this is what the Right has been reduced to: criticizing a Presidential candidate on his bowling skills.

Hilariously, the comments take Yoshida to task. Here are a few from both the Standard and Yoshida's own blog:

-An obese bachelor mocks an athletic married man about his sexual appeal, based on some bowling footage. Did someone hack the site and post this as Adam?

-Yoshida: "If you can think of a better way to define a Girlie Man, I'd like to hear it."
Fat moronic perma-virgin living in his parent's basement pounding out childish wingnut screeds on a blog while stuffing his face with boxes of Joe Louis?

Meanwhile, Medzilla sends us this very interesting lecture on brain physiology.

In other news, my brother-in-law makes the news in India, as Tamil Nadu signs a deal with the University of Saskatchewan. Here he is (green arrow) trying to get a peek at the documents:


Speaking of Tamil Nadu.... Know what one of the most popular posts on this blog is? The one in which I discussed my grandfather's snake stone. Though that post is 3 years old, people still contact me trying to learn more about the enigmatic stones, also called "nagarathnams", and I can offer them little more knowledge. Indeed, it was the brother-in-law pictured above who alerted me to the stones' popularity in South India.

Well, one Deonandia reader, Eunice, has in her possession a snake stone handed down from her mother. In a comment she left in that post, she described the history of the stone:

"My mom got a glittering stone from the graveyard 35 years back. High up on the tree nearby, an eagle was eating some kind of a snake... When she showed [the stone] to a couple of Indian Jewellers, they troubled her to sell it off to them. There was a bad fight and dad came to her rescue and she could get home. A very old man told her it is the snake stone and asked her to hide it from public... we consider the existence of this stone as our lucky charm."

Eunice was kind of enough to share a couple of photos of the stone. Here they are:






In Other News...

Got a new-old article up on Skiffy.ca.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Kenton Stufflebeam, I Feel Your Pain

After all the Daily Perv Links (TM) that this site has offered you, it was only a matter of time before the, um, procreative issue of such unions would eventually come to light. Behold, gentle reader:


Before you freak out, it's actually a sculpture. But this isn't.

And while we're on the topic of things biological, here's some reassuring news that coffee may in fact be really good for us. Yayyy!

And while we're on the topic of animals and such, it is with sadness that I announce the passing of the second animal to ever be a part of the storied Deonandan clan, Miss Sophie, cat of my brother Bhash. RIP, Sophie:


Meanwhile, an 11 year old kid named Kenton Stufflebeam discovered a years-old error at the Smithsonian. The registered scienticians at the museum acknowledged the error, and sent the kid a thank you note.... but they misspelled his name and town! The big news here, of course, is that there exist American parents so cruel as to name their genius kid, "Kenton Stufflebeam".

Kenton, one day you will google your name and find this post. I feel for ya, buddy. My freakin' name is Raywat Deonandan.

Speaking of geniuses, remember the genius movie Borat? There's a scene in which Borat tries to give a man on the street a hug, but the man runs away. Well, the man idiotically tried to sue the producers for "defaming" his image. (I don't see what's so defamatory about being shown to honestly not wanting to be hugged.) Miraculously, a court threw out the suit. But in the process, the world gets to know this fool's name. So instead of just chuckling at his anonymous behaviour like the rest of us, Jeffrey Lemerond has now allowed us all to mock him by name.

Lastly, Medzilla links us to the following useful chart, courtesy of graphjam.com:


In Other News...

Over at Skiffy.ca, we have some excitement as the article by "redparrot" on the cancellation of Blood Ties has been linked to by a variety of sources. And there's a new review of the Sarah Connor Chronicles by Deonandia regular DeeMack. Go. Now.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

One Of Them Smart Guys

I'm still recovering from my brush with the Mary Kay cosmetics saleswomen in Memphis. Anyone remember this?


I took a taxi from the Memphis Marriott to the airport, as I rushed to Toronto to attend the sitar concert of my friend and teacher, Anwar Khurshid. The cab driver, in his lazy Tennessee drawl, asked me, "So, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a scientist," I replied.

He said, "Oh, you're one of them smart guys." Then he turned around, lowered his glasses and gave me the once over. "You sure don't look like it," he said.

Not sure how to take that one.

Congratulations to Nasty Nicky B, whose blog has been added to something called "Blogs of Note", causing his hit count to hit the stratosphere. Now, I think it's fair to say that Nasty Nick was coached in the world of blogging by none other than Lord Wat himself (though I'm sure the Nasty One will deny this subtle truth). Thus it is with humble pain that I declare that the student has become the master. Log Base 2 really is a good read... though, as I often chide him, directed to a "niche market".

Now back to that sitar concert. I'm quite proud of Anwar, who is fast becoming the singular sitarist of Canada, by virtue both of his virtuoso skills and of his purity of soul. If he ever plays a venue near you, I encourage you to attend. My parents commented, "this is the music the angels must play in heaven." Of course, they are Indian, and thus are biased.