Interesting

by zoss in fun

“Interesting” is always an interesting choice for an adjective. Every time I hear it used, I am reminded of an anecdote that was related to me by a knowledgeable friend. It goes something like this. An art critic walks into an art gallery, and finds a famous artist staring at a painting. He grabs a drink and walks over, looks on the painting for a few moments, and then turns to the artist. “Very interesting,” he announces. The artist turns back and says, “yes. I hate it too.”

ISNA’s new president

by zoss in s-l-m, canadiana

The Islamic Society of North America (ISNA) has elected Dr Ingrid Mattson (a woman) as its (first woman) president. This is news, of course, because she’s a woman. She is also Canadian born, and a revert. But let’s go back to the woman part. After all, the message I see emphasized here is that there is no glass ceiling in Islam, or at least in ISNA. Now, obviously, I have no way of knowing the electoral’s electorate’s intentions. So let me assume the best, and hope that this is not just for show. After all (from what I could tell watching her interviews on faith and values after 9-11, and The News Hour after the Denmark cartoons) she’s obviously an intelligent woman, with a great attitude and reasonable ideas. (She’s also a UWaterloo alumni, with a BA in philosophy.)

back

by zoss in introflection, poésie

I wish
–in a moment of transcendence–
to close my eyes,
my ears,
and my brain;
to write with the spine on my back
a poem
about you:
pure feeling,
sincere,
uninterrupted.
Full of spelling mistakes,
unchecked,
as it may be.
I wish I had it in me!

I wish I had it in me,
to wish you back,
to wish me back.
But even if I did,
I can’t go back…

And my control over the future
is like a baby’s control over his limbs;
nerve spasms from his back
seemingly signaling
precise movements.
But we, adults, see
the jagged attempts
and smile,
because we understand.
Or worry and cry,
because we don’t.

I wish
–in a moment of understanding–
to close my eyes,
my ears,
and my brain,
and float;
in a moment of now;
like a buddhist monk
in a state of meditation,
sitting silently
with a straight back;
waiting for the waves of life
to come back
–with the tide–
one by one,
carrying secrets.

And only with a straight back
would I withstand,
would I understand,
life in all its glory.
And I would stand
back,
and watch the secrets unfold…
And I would think of you…
And I would wish you
back.

more bullshit

by zoss in introflection, egyptos

In my experience, one of the major problems in Cairo (in addition to the notorious traffic problem) is the prevalence of bullshit (from street, to school, to places of work and worship; and, quite naturally, it has extended to muck up the blogosphere.) And, just like the traffic problem, everyone knows of its existence, each contributes their share, and it takes either great luck or mighty discipline to miss it.

Growing up in such bullshit-filled environment, one can’t help but develop either a high tolerance for it, or an acute allergic reaction to it — or, as is common in Cairo, a schizophrenic combination of both.

The high-tolerance phenomenon is very intuitive — it’s almost an evolutionary necessity; the most adapted are the ones who survive. That is to say, in such bullshit-fogged-up atmosphere, individuals with a high tolerance threshold would be at an advantage, and would therefore thrive! Moreover, not only navigating through this fog, but also exploiting it to one’s benefit would be a favourable skill, and it is therefore no surprise to find it encouraged, even cultivated. We even have a name for individuals who are particularly skillful –fahlawy– which has become synonymous with “clever”.

No doubt it takes a certain cleverness to wade through the mazes of bullshit, but, almost as certain, it comes with the hefty risk of becoming desensitized to bullshit and accepting it as the order of the day. (This is not even going as far as suggesting that “clever” people might come to prefer the kind of environment in which they excel, and would therefore work to sustain the status quo, or even push in the downhill direction where truths are more immersed in bullshit.)

In such a society, it is no wonder then that many a decent truth-seeking individual is marginalized by this process of cultural-selection — some are even driven to commit suicide. But as tragic as this outcome is, it is not the gravest; the undermining of truth to the extent of complete obscurity is a much more serious danger.

On the other extreme, some individuals develop (what I like to call) bullshit-allergy, which (almost always) presents as unwavering (pathological) skepticism. The exposure to a high dose of bullshit, whether gradually over the years or in one lump, drives one to be highly suspicious (to the point of outright dismissal) of any new idea, or even new ways to present an old idea. Creativity is dismissed. Research is dismissed. Alternative ways are dismissed. So are “other” religions, “other” sciences, “other” beliefs, “other” cultures, and “other” peoples. All “other”s are dismissed. (Not to say that “dismissal” is exclusively a symptom of bullshit-allergy and not one of any of a multitude of other social diseases.)

Nature, words on a page, words on a screen, one’s teachers, one’s friends, talking heads on radio and television, and the rest of the world may cry wolf all they want! One already knows the answer, and one is only interested in tidbits of knowledge that confirms that answer. Thank you very much.

As with “cleverness,” and maybe more so, some skepticism is healthy. (Without a healthy amount of both, one goes on wild geese chases way more often than a lifetime can afford.) Too much skepticism, however, halts one in their footsteps. No exploring means no evolving; means no fact-checking; means no understanding. Means truth is compromised.

The interesting and mind boggling thing in Cairo is that you find people with high-tolerance threshold who are also allergic to bullshit! They tolerate the obscene amount of bullshit dumped on them by their government, their work bosses, their teachers, their religious leaders, the police, the media, theatre and cinema, waiters, parking attendants, airport personnel, pretty much all service industry personnel, etc.; just to “survive”. Simultaneously, and without batting an eye at the obvious contradiction, they dismiss any efforts from their government, their bosses, their teachers, their religious leaders, the police, the media, etc.

In most of these cases, whether to unconditionally accept what is being presented -truth and lie- or utterly dismiss it depends on a number of factors that have little to do with whether what has been presented is a truth or a lie. It has to do with other things like: whether it sounds like a truth or a lie; with the audience; with the situation; with the presenter; with the reaction one is expected to have. These determining factors are subjective, and in as much as this is true, either -accepting or dismissing- counts as nothing but the perpetration of bullshit.

Ancient Egyptians first to juggle

by zoss in egyptos, fun

No surprises there. (via CocktailPartyPhysics)

Praying like never before

by zoss in introflection

Have you ever wished you could pray like an expendable organ?

Mediterranean

by zoss in scienza

Turns out The Mediterranean Sea is not the only mediterranean sea — the Red Sea is one as well.

From Wikipedia:

A mediterranean sea, in oceanography, is a mostly enclosed sea that has limited exchange of deep water with outer oceans and where the water circulation is dominated by salinity and temperature differences rather than winds.

There are two types of mediterranean sea. A concentration basin has a higher salinity than the outer ocean due to evaporation, and its water exchange consists of inflow of the fresher oceanic water in the upper layer and outflow of the saltier mediterranean water in the lower layer of the connecting channel.

A dilution basin has a lower salinity due to freshwater gains such as rainfall and rivers, and its water exchange consists of outflow of the fresher mediterranean water in the upper layer and inflow of the saltier oceanic water in the lower layer of the channel. Renewal of deep water may not be sufficient to supply oxygen to the bottom.

Are you curious to know which type the Mediterranean Sea is? How about the Red Sea?

TenD

by zoss in scienza

If you’re a (normal) person who has (normal) trouble visualising all this hyper-dimensional speak that physicists are springing on us, claiming is essential to understanding our universe, maybe this flash animation can help.
Keep in mind, however, the author’s preamble:

The “theory of reality” that I advance on this website and in the book “Imagining the Tenth Dimension” is not the one that is commonly accepted by today’s physicists.

This, I appreciate, as much as I don’t know what to do with. (I am not going to fuss about it anymore cause it’s not that important, unless I am asked to elaborate.) Over at the pontiff’s, where I first found the link to this animation, other commenters have expressed their reservations as well. Regardless of what you think of the logic, the flash animation is well crafted.

The UN campaign graphix

by zoss in graphia

update 2006/8/16: The campaign has closed shop.

(h/t miggieme)

Context (in Seattle) is everything

by zoss in a/v, fun


(edited by Demis Lyall-Wilson.)