Sunday, August 7, 2022

Don't Follow the Science - weekly column, 7 August 2022

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Don’t Follow the Science

 

“Follow the science” is itself an unscientific expression, personifying science as a sort of cosmic Boy Scout troop leader or perhaps a soldier taking the point. It suggests that we should not follow our hearts (which is just as illogical), our music, our dreams, or anything else except science personified almost as a deity.

 

But science is an abstract concept, not a person. The word comes from “scientia,” Latin for knowledge of all sorts. In our time we have narrowed the term for the purpose of discovering and proving facts that can be demonstrated to be valid or invalid [6 Steps of the Scientific Method (thoughtco.com)]. 

 

As an example, we humans have designed instruments arbitrarily marked with numbers for measuring the air temperature for utility. Even so, a scientist would not say that today’s temperature is 60 degrees Fahrenheit; he or she would say that at a given time a given thermometer at a given location read 60 degrees Fahrenheit. He might go further and remind us that thermometers almost never agree with each other. So what is the temperature? Scientifically, we can’t really know, but even a caveman could tell us if the day feels warm or cold.

 

Unfortunately, many humans tend to accept uncritically almost any allegation to which the label “science” is attached, especially if that allegation is made via the Orwellian Telescreens seemingly superglued to our hands. If a piece of information is beamed to us through a little made-in-China box that lights up and make noises then it must be true, right?

 

We fancy we have in some way progressed because we believe in little boxes instead of the Delphic Oracle, but in the event they are only little boxes.

 

Even scientists aren’t always scientific; now they name storms and even attribute agency to them, a form of personification that reminds us of Greek paganism. 

 

This brings us to the French scientist who posted to the InterGossip (which is scientific) a photograph (also scientific) allegedly taken by the James Webb Space Telescope (yes, scientific) and promoted it as a super-golly-gee-whiz image (scientific) of Proxima Centauri, a far-off star.

 

After a month or so, the scientist admitted that the picture he promoted as a wonderful bit of science was in fact not a star but a cross section of a sausage. He said he was only joking [Scientist admits 'space telescope' photo is actually chorizo in tasty Twitter prank (msn.com)].

 

Follow the science, right?

 

When someone says “follow the science” what he almost always means is that he uncritically believes whatever babble he last read on the InterGossip. In his small world, “you could research it” means to access whatever conspiracies are floating around among Orwellian telescreens without ever once considering the possibility that they might be inaccurate or even impossible – “Q,” for instance, or Hillary Clinton dismembering children in a pizza parlor, or the reincarnation of John F. Kennedy Jr. on the Grassy Knoll.

 

Not so long ago anyone positing such absurdities would have been laughed out of the conversation; now that we have the science of the InterGossip beamed through the science of little glowing boxes there are people who now believe such nonsense and sometimes act on it to the harm of others.

 

Following the science seems mostly to be a matter of bellowing thought-denying chants through bullhorns and raising clenched fists at each other instead of thinking things through and considering all the possibilities with both clarity and charity.

 

The six steps of the scientific method constitute a valid means of examining only those facts which can be evaluated and measured. Science cannot examine love, flowers, sunsets, a father playing catch with his child, or old friends playing chess around a fire, and so science, while valid in its own orbit, is but an incomplete study of Creation. Science itself is not a god, and we dare not presume to treat it as one.

 

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Saturday, August 6, 2022

The Nicest Funeral That Never Was - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Nicest Funeral That Never Was

 

The doors of the church of my long-ago youth

Were locked; I peeked through the glass and saw

Huge Peavey speakers dangling in holy silence

Above where the Altar used to be

 

When friends arrived we pondered the mystery

Of a man’s reported death and cremation

With obsequies scheduled for Saturday

Yes, said the passer-by we asked about it

 

A Saturday next month, and so we loosened our ties

And over fingers of Scotch we asked our whys

Friday, August 5, 2022

An Active School Meeting in Progress - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

An Active School Meeting in Progress

 

A motion to adjourn is always in order

 

This morning I drove by my old school

A staff meeting was being committed inside

Perpetrating crimes against intelligence

“HELLO MY NAME IS”

                                      10,000 years of civilization?

 

Doughnuts and foam cups of coffee

 

“IT’S A GREAT DAY TO BE A WILDCAT!”

Or a lion, a tiger, a platypus

The new superintendent loves Jesus

His family, children, and America

 

Doughnuts and foam cups of coffee

 

He introduces the motivational speaker

Who loves Jesus, his family, children

America, and unsourced parables

“MAKE THIS THE BEST YEAR EVER! HOO-AH!”

 

Doughnuts and foam cups of coffee

 

The coaches sit in the back reading the sports pages

And Campbell’s Texas Football – a point of privilege

English teachers count split infinitives in the program

“LET’S ALL HOLD HANDS AND SING OUR ALMA MATTER [sic]!”

 

Doughnuts and foam cups of coffee

 

Generally speaking I’m against the death penalty

I’d make an exception for motivational speakers

 

It’s for the children

Thursday, August 4, 2022

A Sad Old Man on the Witness Stand - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

A Sad Old Man on the Witness Stand

 

How easy it is to scorn the man we see

Bloated and loud-mouthed, insolent to all

A foul and loathsome tormentor of souls

A false accuser, a treacherous man

 

And now we see him brought low at last

Sweating and coughing and goggling his eyes

The tormentor now snarling in outrage and fear

His lies and greed and hate turned back on him

 

A curious thing about this squirming creature:

Maybe in him we see something of ourselves

Wednesday, August 3, 2022

Social Security Online FFTTT!

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Social Security Online

 

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Tuesday, August 2, 2022

If I Win the Lottery - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

If I Win the Lottery

 

Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.

 

-Fr. Zosima in Book II, Chapter 2 of The Brothers Karamazov

 

If I win the lottery, which is unlikely

Because I never buy a ticket, you know

I’m going to have cases of the Modern Library edition

Of The Brothers Karamazov shipped to me.

 

For the rest of my life I will give copies

To everyone I meet: men in red plastic caps

Mensheviks, Bolsheviks, vegetarians

A lonely soul waiting at the bus stop

 

Dostoyevsky for everyone

If I win the lottery

Monday, August 1, 2022

Undocumented Gardening - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Undocumented Gardening

 

Last week I planted my autumn garden

          No permits were required

This evening I dragged hoses in this drought

          No reports were assigned

 

This morning I freshened the water for the bees

          There was no sign-in sheet

And then I used a machine for cutting weeds

          No evaluations

 

And then while resting in the leafy shade

I inventoried the grasses, blade by blade

The Mystery of the Lunar Month - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Mystery of the Lunar Month

 

The reality of the lunar month

A tiny bat jerking and jinking through the dusk

In pursuit of its evening mosquitoes

Beneath a far-up vapor trail

 

The mystery of the lunar month

Calculated by wise ones in the long ago

With night far gentler than the solar heat

And minds more subtle than the glare of day

 

Each a mathematical autocrat

(Smoking an after-dinner ziggurat?)

Saturday, July 30, 2022

The Curious Events of 29-30 July 2022 - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Curious Events of 29-30 July 2022

 

At the gas station I bought a Chinese rocket

And worried that a lottery might fall from the sky

I tucked away the ticket into my pocket

Or tucked my pocket into my ticket – but why?

 

If mega-millions came crashing down to earth

The date-stamped rocket would serve no need or whim

Exploding numbers would displace the mirth

As Macbeth’s lady wife once said to him

 

At the gas station I bought the American dream

Which hissed into the sea – and that’s my theme

Friday, July 29, 2022

The Age of the Clear Plastic Backpack - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Age of the Clear Plastic Backpack

 

My school bag was an old Boy Scout knapsack

And in Indo-China I carried my kit

In canvas made in 1944

And on canvas we carried away the dead

 

As a civilian I carried a briefcase for a time

But a briefcase is like a narrow tie

They both show up on old-movie night

Just right for Tony Randall in the 1950s

 

I’m back to canvas, but now they make the kids

Carry clear plastic in our war against ourselves

Thursday, July 28, 2022

There is no Symbolism in a Flat Tire - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

There is no Symbolism in a Flat Tire

 

There is no symbolism in a flat tire

This morning it was round, and now it is not

Part of it is round, and part of it is flat

Either way, it’s not going anywhere

 

Not to the movies, or for coffee with a friend

Or to the grocery for that famous loaf of bread

Which through mitosis becomes shopping for a week

And I didn’t know you like asparagus

 

A tire cannot fly us to the moon with Sinatra

It never could. But Denny’s with you would do

Wednesday, July 27, 2022

April is not the Cruelest Month - rhyming couplet

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

April is not the Cruelest Month – July Is

 

Across the oily gravel the scrabbling of weary feet

As if life itself were burning in the heat

Tuesday, July 26, 2022

The School Superintendent Gives a Speech - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The School Superintendent Gives a Speech

 

You can’t just throw money at the problems

you have to think outside the box education

for the 21st century my door is always open

words have meanings professional passionate

mission statement child-centered striving exceptional

make a difference you can’t just throw money

at the problems you have to think outside

the box education for the 21st century

my door is always open words have meanings

professional passionate mission statement

child-centered striving exceptional make a difference

you can’t just throw money at the problems

you have to think outside the box education

for the 21st century my door is always open

words have meanings professional passionate

mission statement child-centered striving exceptional

make a difference you can’t just throw money

at the problems you have to think outside

the box education for the 21st century

my door is always open words have meanings

professional passionate mission statement

child-centered striving exceptional make a difference

Monday, July 25, 2022

The Junior Woodchuck Manual - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Junior Woodchuck Manual

 

The Junior Woodchuck Manual is online now

But there it loses some of its magic

I’m keeping the tattered hardback of our youth

The trusty companion of our childhood days

 

When every summer oak concealed a dragon

And paths through the woods led to Neverland

The cattle pond was a mysterious sea

With a magic kingdom on the other side

 

Worlds better than this one, and far more true -

Oh, yes, I know that you remember too!



(Thank you, Uncle Walt, for everything.)

The Russian Chess Computer of Lingering Death - weekly column, 24 July 2022

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

The Russian Chess Computer of Lingering Death

 

In Ian Fleming’s novel Live and Let Die, the main villain, Mr. Big, orders a minor villain, Tee Hee, to break the little finger of James Bond’s left hand.

 

Ouch.

 

“Do you expect me to talk!?”

 

“No, Mr. Bond; I expect you to type only with your right hand!”

 

Building on Tee Hee’s digital expertise, contemporary Russia has developed a computerized hand which will break fingers and win chess matches [Chess robot breaks finger of seven-year-old boy during tournament in Russia | Daily Mail Online].

 

In an exhibition match in Moscow last week a seven-year-old boy was playing against the mechanical Tee Hee when the machine, perhaps in fear of losing, grabbed and crushed the child’s finger.

 

Naturally the adults blamed the child. Sergei Smagin, VP of the Russian Chess Federation, said, “There are certain safety rules, and the child, apparently, violated them.”

 

Safety rules. In chess. Yep, the rooks are especially prone to mechanical breakdown and explosions if you don’t follow all safety procedures.

 

If in Russia a player can lose a finger playing chess, then the Go To Jail card in a game of Monopoly could be a ten-year sentence to the Lubyanka.

 

Mr. Smagin averred that the finger-lickin’-good chess arm is “absolutely safe.”

 

Sergei Lazerev, the President of the RCF, blamed the kid for playing chess too fast, thus confusing the computer.

 

For embarrassing the computer and the State the seven-year-old might be conscripted to drive a tank in Ukraine, where thousands of young Russians are sent to die.

 

If a computer is so vindictive about losing a chess match, imagine how dangerous it would be while driving home afterward, especially if it stops off at the pub for a few boilermakers of WD-40 and Mr. Clean.

 

Or maybe the chess computer wanders the lonely streets of Volgograd at night, mumbling about how he lost to a seven-year-old: “I coulda been somebody. I coulda been a contender. Instead of an itinerant chess bum. Which is what I am.”

 

And so, parents, be advised: don’t let your innocent children hang around dens of sin where chess is played. If your children start whispering suspicious words and phrases like “en passant,” or “queen’s pawn to queen’s pawn four” or “castling,” refer them immediately for psychological counseling. Don’t be afraid to check your children’s room for such contraband as chessboards. After all, you want your children to be normal, well-adjusted Americans staring blankly into glowing Orwellian telescreens.

 

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Sunday, July 24, 2022

A Certain Bipedal Species (us) Returns to the Primordial Muck - self-censored poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

A Certain Bipedal Species (us) Returns to the Primordial Muck

 

(The Self-Censored Version)

 

A visit with old friends from long ago

The conversation soon turned to ___ and ___

They compared their ___ head to toe

___ ___ and ___ ___

 

___ ___ ___ ___ ___ embrace

A ___ that never ___ – oh, ick, that ooze!

The price of each ___  ___ ___  disgrace

Discussed in ___  grunts and ___ moos

 

So I left early for fear

 

The next topic might be (this is just a hunch)

About which visiting human to cook for lunch

Saturday, July 23, 2022

Fitted with an Ankle Monitor - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Fitted with an Ankle Monitor

 

No one wants to be fitted with an ankle monitor

Except for this man, selecting an ankle

No one wants to sign all sorts of government forms

Except for this man, signing those forms

 

No one wants to wait for hours in a lobby

Except for this man, waiting for hours

No one wants to pack three years into a paper bag

Except for this man

 

Who is one steel door, one concrete path, and two wire gates

Away from his mom in the parking lot

Friday, July 22, 2022

An Armada of Black Escalades - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

An Armada of Black Escalades

 

…detailed lists of disloyal government officials

 

-Inside Trump '25: A radical plan for Trump’s second term (axios.com)

 

A shadow government just like

The new government just like

The previous government -

And just whose names are inscribed on Schedule F?

 

Those black Escalades

 

Armored Mariahs carrying functionaries

And their lists to secret meetings in the night

The Party faithful planning a new Lubyanka

And cultural suicide through electronic noise

 

Those black Escalades

 

The escort has a warrant for your obedience

You can see Siberia from the passenger seat

Thursday, July 21, 2022

Famous Name Brand Literary Magazine Gives Us Only Four Commands Today - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Famous Name Brand Literary Magazine Gives Us

Only Four Commands Today

 

Famous name brand literary magazine

Gives us all only four commands today:

 

You should be watching

Reviews You Need to Read This Week

Start Listening Now

Start Reading Now

 

To which we who are obstinate respond:

 

No

Wednesday, July 20, 2022

Bugging Gentlemen of a Certain Age - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Bugging Gentlemen of a Certain Age

 

For Tod

Who Waits for a Microchip

 

Oh, isn’t it awkward being passed along

Up and down confusing, fluorescent-lit corridors

From receptionist to nurse-practitioner

To technician to physician and back again

 

And given a little card with a clever graphic design

On one side and an appointment with

A different receptionist / nurse-practitioner / technician /

Physician in another time and place

 

The passings of time and people concluding with

A ruling from a venerable medical sage:

“Your heart is in good condition -

                                     for a man your age.”