tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80425187606256567792024-03-07T23:00:47.673-08:00kellivisionkellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-5348157930456522082010-01-26T08:14:00.001-08:002010-01-31T11:12:37.273-08:00Cleansing by writing[deleted]<br /><blockquote>All true love must die<br />Alter at the best<br />Into some lesser thing.<br />Prove that I lie.<br /><br />Such body lovers have,<br />Such exacting breath,<br />That they touch or sigh.<br />Every touch they give,<br />Love is nearer death.<br />Prove that I lie.<br /></blockquote><p></p><blockquote></blockquote>So it goes. <p></p>kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-33581800970377478752009-09-22T19:30:00.000-07:002009-09-22T19:32:11.420-07:00One Night at Victoria BeachI typed it up for another forum, but I thought it would be a good idea to archive here as well, I guess. This was one of my childhood favourites:<br /><br />[B]One Night at Victoria Beach[/B]<br /><br />The wind comes rushing from the sea,<br />the waves curling like mambas strike<br />the sands and recoiling hiss in rage<br />washing the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Aladuras</span>' feet pressing hard<br />on the sand and with eyes fixed hard<br />on what only hearts can see, they shouting<br />pray, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Aladuras</span> pray; and coming<br />from booths behind, compelling <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">highlife</span><br />forces ears; and car lights startle pairs<br />arm in arm passing washer-words back<br />and forth like haggling sellers and buyers -<br /><br />Still they pray, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Aladuras</span> pray<br />with hands pressed against their hearts<br />and their white robes pressed against<br />their bodies by the wind; and drinking<br />palm-wine and beer, the people boast<br />at bars at the beach. Still they pray.<br />They pray, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Aladuras</span> pray<br />to what only hearts can see while dead<br />fishermen long dead with bones rolling<br />nibbled clean by nibbling fishes, follow<br />four dead cowries shining like stars<br />into deep sea where fishes sit in judgement;<br />and living fishermen in dark huts<br />sit around dim lights with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Babalawo</span><br />throwing their souls in four cowries<br />on sand, trying to see tomorrow.<br /><br />Still they pray, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Aladuras</span> pray<br />to what only hearts can see behind<br />the curling waves and the sea, the stars<br />and the subduing unanimity of the sky<br />and their white bones beneath the sand<br /><br />And standing dead on dead sands,<br />I felt my knees touch living sands-<br />but the rushing wind killed the budding words.<br /><br />- Gabriel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Okara</span>kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-26925550742423877962009-09-22T14:50:00.000-07:002009-09-22T19:29:58.450-07:00Indulgence<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The one where I take time out to feel sorry for myself</span><br /><br />I know I've fucked up. In fact, if one were to be perfectly honest, I am a fuck-up. She didn't have to say it - none of them did; the silences and pauses said it all, clearly - plainly. There's probably little that can be politely said to the loser that refuses to get back up from the ground. Therein lies the problem: that I have chosen to remain on the ground for so long, content with scraps, and constantly scared and ashamed even of my own shadow. She was right to dismiss me and everything I said. I could find no argument. And even though I could have given excuses, I could offer no argument. Reasons and caveats piled up in mind, but I could offer up no arguments. She was right and I acceded. She wants to part and I saw in it her thinking that it might be the best way for her to keep her sanity. So it goes. No excuses.<br /><br />Having said all that, the rot stops now. I will arise out of my rut, go farther than I have gone before, and say "I wish you had believed in me despite all that had happened. I wish you could have conjured up just a little faith when I asked for... a little rope." Those declarations will not come from a place of malice, just from a realisation.<br /><br />It is time to wake up. It's time I rediscovered my confidence. No excuses, just existence.<br /></div>kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-3731423422147598492009-09-20T17:54:00.000-07:002009-09-20T18:19:05.462-07:00One Step Forward, Two Steps Backwards.<div class="articleTools" id="contentTools"><div class="ad88"> <script type="text/javascript"> var ad = adFactory.getAd(88, 31); ad.setPosition(8) ad.write(); </script> </div> </div> <p> </p><p></p><p></p><blockquote><p>The teachings are sheer fantasy, unsubstantiated by any credible evidence: ancient Egyptians mastered flight with gliders, which they used for both recreation and travel. They invented electric batteries and mastered electroplating, discovered the principles of quantum mechanics and anticipated Darwin's theories of evolution. Furthermore, all Egyptians were black, and their abundance of the dark skin pigment, melanin, not only made them more humane and superior to lighter-skinned people in body and mind but also provided such paranormal powers as ESP and psychokinesis.</p> <div id="articleSideBar"> <!-- Begin Article Side Bar Copy --> <div id="sideBarCopy"> <div> </div> <!--BEGIN SPHERE INLINE SIDEBAR MODULE--> <!--END SPHERE INLINE SIDEBAR MODULE--> <!-- End Article Side Bar Copy --> </div> <div id="quigoSideBar"> <script type="text/javascript"> tiiQuigoWriteAd(755777, 1458854, 142, 225, -1); </script><form id="qas_frm" name="qas_frm" method="get" action="" target=""><input name="ie52_mac_only" value="" type="hidden"></form><iframe style="display: none;" name="adsonar_serve362247" id="adsonar_serve362247" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" vspace="0" hspace="0" src="http://ads.tw.adsonar.com/adserving/getAds.jsp?previousPlacementIds=&placementId=1458854&pid=755777&ps=-1&zw=142&zh=225&url=http%3A//www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0%2C9171%2C980453-1%2C00.html&v=5&dct=Teaching%20Reverse%20Racism%20-%20TIME&ref=http%3A//forum.ebaumnation.com/showthread.php%3Ft%3D28529" frameborder="0" height="225" scrolling="no" width="142"></iframe> </div> </div> Incredible as it may seem, these fallacies are being included in public school multicultural courses in a growing number of U.S. cities and espoused in black-studies departments on some college campuses.</blockquote><br /><br />More: http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,980453-1,00.html<br /><blockquote></blockquote><br />Afrocentric studies in American schools are full of pseudoscience and total bollocks? Dolts!kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-24907454926273375632009-07-22T14:56:00.000-07:002009-07-22T15:26:34.439-07:00For KAG, wherever he or she may be.<strong></strong><b>A song of David.</b><br /><br /><b>1.</b> The lost wind finds a way across the plains, its breath settling for paths unknown, unconquered, previously hidden from sight. <b>2.</b> In the midst of all the razed, mighty <span class="highlight"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Iroko</span></span> stood upright, unshaken by Zephyr's call. <b>3.</b> In the face of catastrophe, mighty <span class="highlight"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Iroko</span></span>, unfazed and calm, shed some weight but held arms high: ready for battle. <b>4.</b> Let us salute the movement that brings music. <b>5.</b> Let us salute the standing that brings difference. <b>6.</b> It is true all trees fall. It is true all trees are temporarily vanquished. All those and more are true with time. <b>7.</b> Yet, there is no perishing; all change into something anew. <b>8.</b> See the rise of new sprouts! <b>9.</b> See mighty <span class="highlight"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Iroko</span></span> with new faces all bright standing again in the sight of new land <b>10.</b> Let us praise the wind. Let us joyfully proclaim its power <b>11.</b> At the end, though, we shall not forget mighty <span class="highlight"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Iroko</span></span>, difference and arising.kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-91125367620229536422009-06-02T20:23:00.000-07:002009-06-04T11:30:03.769-07:00Winace's excellent shared ERVs primer part 2<blockquote><b>3. Attempted creationist rebuttals and their drawbacks</b><br /><br />Hypotheses proposed by creationists to account for this are woefully inadequate, although there are several worth analyzing.<br /><br /><u>3.1: Independent Insertion</u><br /><br />This one entails independent insertion by the same virus affecting different species. Creationist Ashby Camp, writing at <a onclick="pageTracker._trackPageview ('/outgoing/http_www_trueorigin_org_theobald1e_asp');" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.trueorigin.org/theobald1e.asp" target="_blank">TrueOrigins</a>, quoted a scientific article referring to "insertion hotspots" that were the target of viral integration much more often than other spots in the genome. Although this is superficially a valid criticism to be hurled at the ERV argument, it quickly fails.<br /><br />The very "hottest" spot Camp could dig up in the scientific literature was one that was 280 times more likely to be involved in a viral integration than we could expect from chance alone. It could be pointed out that this was a virus that <i>doesn't exist in nature</i>, but was specifically designed to facilitate gene therapy by targeting a specific part of the genome and replacing a crippled gene with a functional copy.<br /><br />But let's ignore that for now, and assume Camp did <i>not</i> misrepresent relevant research. Just how large is this in the big picture? The human genome is 3 billion or so nucleotides long (<a onclick="pageTracker._trackPageview ('/outgoing/http_www_isb_sib_ch_institute_bioinformatics_htm');" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.isb-sib.ch/institute/bioinformatics.htm" target="_blank">Source</a>). The chance, then, of randomly inserting into the same section of the genome is<b> 1 in 3 billion.</b><br /><br />Now let's assume there are hot spots an unprecedented 1,000 times <b>more</b> likely to be attacked by a virus than the unique, genetically engineered one Mr. Camp was able to dig up. Divide 3 billion by 280,000, and you find the chance of an independent insertion is one in around 10714; this is an unlikely enough figure to be negligible, and it was derived from estimates <b>orders of magnitude more liberal</b> than the data would allow!<br /><br />Additionally, this doesn't address <i>any</i> of the other factors involved. It doesn't explain why the <i>same</i> viral fingerprint would be left behind, how it would affect the one germ line cell out of millions that advances to zygote status, how that single individual would enjoy reproductive success sufficient to establish his ERVs in the population, etc.<br /><br />For the reasons listed above, it's astronomically improbable. <i>Not only would the <u>same exact</u> retroviral insertion have to <b>occur independently</b> at <u>the same exact locus</u> of a <b>uniquely lucky</b> sperm or egg cell <u>that survived to adulthood</u> and achieved enough success to <b>establish the insertion in their respective populations</b>, but this impossible set of coincidences would have to occur for 3, 4, <b>even a dozen species at the same time</b>, and for <u>every single ERV shared between them</u> to boot!</i><br /><br />As you can see, the improbabilities keep stacking and increasing by additional orders of magnitude as more factors are introduced.<br /><br />The additional fact that ERVs, when analyzed, <b>yield <i>evolutionary</i> patterns that reinforce the phylogenies derived from morphological, fossil and other evidence</b> rules out the independent insertion hypothesis completely.<br /><br />If independent insertion was somehow the explanation for shared viral insertions, we would expect to see numerous, extensive groups of ERVs common to chickens and humans, pigs and humans, and other creatures that share many of the same pathogens; ERVs that weren't present, on the other hand, in geographically isolated creatures closer to us in morphology and genetics, such as the apes.<br /><br /><u>3.2: ERVs are <b>not</b> remnants of ancient viral infection</u><br /><br />Another attempted explanation is that the ERVs found in our genome are actually original, designed artifacts instead of viral infection fingerprints.<br /><br />To be frank, this hypothesis, even on the surface, <b>appears as ludicrous as assertions that dinosaur bones don't actually come from dinosaurs but were intentionally placed there.</b> Science generally doesn't deal with <i>Omphalos</i> hypotheses for good reason, because there is no reasonable way to verify or falsify them; they throw explanatory and predictive power, much less parsimony, entirely out the window.<br /><br />People who assert this for ERVs have the burden of proof in demonstrating where shared ancestry ends and intentional design begins. Are the various breeds of <i>domestic cat</i> different, independently created organisms? (They share ERVs that have been used to reconstruct their phylogenies). Are the various felines <i>in general</i> related, or seperately created? (Lions, panthers, tigers and domestic cats share ERVs).<br /><br />In other words, where do the divinely faked ERVs end and <b>the real ones</b>, <u>which we can observe being incorporated into the genome in vitro</u>, begin? <b>ERV insertion is a well-documented event, leaving very specific and unlikely patterns; no other process except viral infection has been documented that can create them.</b><br /><br />Why, then, should any reasonably intelligent person consider accepting rationalizations that are unfalsifiable, unevidenced, predict no unique observations the mainstream explanation doesn't <b>and even require numerous additional assumptions that the obvious answer doesn't</b>?<br /><br />Nevertheless, let us examine two sub-hypotheses that fall under this main heading.<br /><br /><i>3.2.1: ERVs are an important part of the immune system</i><br /><br />Based on the fact that a few ERVs <i>have apparently been shown to lessen the chances of some types of viral infection</i>, some creationists have asserted that ERVs <b>are actually an anti-viral vector native to the genome</b>, with their similarities to actual retroviruses being coincidental and not the product of intentional deception. But this explanation also fails when all the data is considered.<br /><br />In the first place, their anti-viral effects <i>are no larger than those of some free-living viruses</i>, <b>so this is not an argument against their being parasitic in the past</b>. Human herpesvirus 6 has recently been shown to suppress HIV (<a onclick="pageTracker._trackPageview ('/outgoing/http_www_nih_gov_news_pr_oct2001_nichd_31_htm');" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.nih.gov/news/pr/oct2001/nichd-31.htm" target="_blank">source</a>), for example. At most, it would provide a miniscule selection advantage for the individual carrying a particular ERV, which could help it piggyback across the population and help <i>slightly</i> improve the odds for one step of the process (out of many) occuring independently.<br /><br />A possible explanation is that the endogenous retrovirus, which is only marginally deleterious, <b>uses up the spaces on the cellular exterior HIV would normally dock with</b>. This would be a textbook example of an evolutionary, jury-rigged defense mechanism, equivalent to hiring <i>polite</i> burglars to slowly work on your doors and windows so the violent ones couldn't get in.<br /><br />Additionally, virtually all ERVs <i>have no such immunity-boosting function</i>; indeed, <b>many <u>more</u> are actually implicated as the cause of some tumors</b> (<a onclick="pageTracker._trackPageview ('/outgoing/http_www_cancerindex_org_clinks4v_htm');" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.cancerindex.org/clinks4v.htm" target="_blank">source</a>); just like certain free-living viral infections including Epstein-Barr, I might add.<br /><br />Moreover, you again have the problem that ERVs are distributed across the genomes of species <b>in a pattern that mimicks common descent</b>, <u>not</u> the expected pattern of functionally-oriented resistance to shared viral pathogens. I can safely predict that chickens and humans won't have any common anti-viral ERV that apes <i>won't</i>, <b>despite</b> the fact <u>they share many of the same infections</u> apes generally aren't afflicted by.<br /><br /><i>3.2.2: Viruses evolved from ERVs, not the other way around</i><br /><br />Some have asserted that ERVs were actually designed elements <b>that exogenous retroviruses came from</b>, perhaps after the Fall. This is advocated by creationist Dr. Ian Macreadie at this <a onclick="pageTracker._trackPageview ('/outgoing/http_www_answersingenesis_org_docs_3985_asp');" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.answersingenesis.org/docs/3985.asp" target="_blank">AnswersInGenesis</a> article, who states <i>"I actually don’t believe God created viruses as separate entities, I believe they were a part of the DNA in cells"</i>.<br /><br />A few things are to be noted. As <a onclick="pageTracker._trackPageview ('/outgoing/http_www_museum_vic_gov_au_dinosaurs_sci_views_html');" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.museum.vic.gov.au/dinosaurs/sci-views.html" target="_blank">this</a> webpage demonstrates, this is a modern reinvention of an ancient, proto-scientific view aimed at explaining the existence of regular, plain vanilla, non-molecular fossils:<br /><br /><i>"... they were owing to the actions of so-called 'plastic forces' or 'formative virtues' in the Earth... 'Plastic forces' were believed to be unspecified forces within the Earth <b>that were continually striving to produce organic bodies.</b> The notion that fossils were formed by these 'plastic forces', first put forward by the Arab scholar Avicenna (980-1037 AD), was an outgrowth of the Aristotelian idea of spontaneous generation. <b><span style="color:green;">Fossils were individuals that had 'failed' at spontaneous generation</span></b>, or else the 'vital essence' of living things had penetrated rocks and formed objects there which resembled living things."</i><br /><br />We now know much more about the world, and recognize that fossils are the <i>remnants</i> of organisms, not their ancestors. Can we similarly argue that ERVs <i>can't</i> be the parents of ordinary viruses?<br /><br />As it turns out, the answer is a resounding "Yes!" This creationist hypothesis is unambiguously falsified by looking at the data.<br /><br />Many ERVs are merely <i>fragments</i> of code, which nevertheless include readily vestiges of <b>identifiable viral surface coat proteins</b>, which are <i>quite</i> obvious and expected for an exogenous retrovirus <b>that needs to float around independently</b>, but <u>utterly baffling for one that resides <i>within</i></u> a cell.<br /><br />In other words, they lack key components that allow <i>real</i> viruses to reproduce (as a side note, this is often, in the first place, a relic of a botched infection, one of the things that lets the cell survive in the first place).<br /><br />If a sentence out of Shakespeare is inserted into an essay, one can ascertain the direction of literary borrowing from comparison of the works alone, even without the knowledge that the former wrote earlier. This is the same with ERVs and other out-of-place genetic fragments. They simply look like fragments out of the whole work, so to speak, deposited there by free-living ancestors, <u>not</u> the opposite.<br /><br />To expand even further and bring in the heavy artillery, <b>many viruses have complex, multipart mechanisms</b> for subverting host immune defenses and injecting their DNA thru the cell membrane <u>that their fragmentary, cell-bound counterparts lack</u>.<br /><br /><img src="http://www.purdue.edu/PER/images/020212.spot_rossmann_T4.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /><br /><i>The bacteriophage T4 virus has a head, tail, baseplate and a dozen tail fibers. The baseplate serves as a "nerve center" of the virus. When the tail fibers attach to E. coli, the baseplate transmits a message to the tail, which contracts like a muscle, bringing the internal pinlike tube in contact with the outer membrane of the E. coli cell. As the tube punctures the outer and inner membranes, the virus' DNA is injected into the host cell.</i> (<a onclick="pageTracker._trackPageview ('/outgoing/http_www_purdue_edu_PER_020212_spot_rossmann_T4_html');" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.purdue.edu/PER/020212.spot_rossmann_T4.html" target="_blank">Source</a>)<br /><br />Needless to say, asserting that such things could <i>evolve</i> from mere cellular genome <b>fragments</b> is a stretch, especially so if one simultaneously denies the ability of evolutionary mechanisms to generate such staggering complexity.<br /><br /><b>Finally, a customary red herring involved in any discussion of molecular evidence for evolution is cries of "but they have a FUNCTION!". While that may well be true, function (or lack of it) is generally <i>not</i> the criterion by which things are considered evidence for evolution, as demonstrated by the case I made above. </b><br /><br /><b>4. Conclusion</b><br /><br />In summary, the facts are that:<br /><br /><b><span style="color:red;">(A)</span></b> A retrovirus infects a cell and, depending on how virulent it is, can kill it. Occasionally, fragments of the virus remain but the cell survives.<br /><b><span style="color:red;">(B)</span></b> No two viral insertions are exactly alike; a botched integration can leave behind a <i>tiny</i> fragment of its DNA, large stretch of the genome, selected portions, and other variants.<br /><b><span style="color:red;">(C)</span></b> Viral fragments insert at fairly random locations, and have literally millions of them to choose from.<br /><b><span style="color:red;">(D)</span></b> Infection of a germ line cell is quite rare.<br /><b><span style="color:red;">(E)</span></b> That particular germ line cell with the unique viral fingerprint can, sometimes, be the lucky egg or sperm cell that gets fertilized.<br /><b><span style="color:red;">(F)</span></b> The individual's genes, including the ERV, can get established in the entire population of a species. This can occur through random genetic drift if it's neutral or deleterious; natural selection, on the other hand, would work to establish the very few advantageous retroviral elements in our genome.<br /><br />The combined odds of each of these events happening in two independently originated species are a statistical non-event. In sheer unlikelihood, they would likely dwarf even the incorrectly calculated anti-abiogenesis calculations some creationists are fond of. And the odds become even less remote, by additional orders of magnitude, as more and more species are considered.<br /><br />In this post, we've seen that ERVs are, indeed, remnants of ancient viral infection. We've also seen that no explanation <u>except</u> inheritance from a common ancestor can reasonably account for the occurence of the same viral insertion in two different organisms or species. This, in turn, leads to the inescapable, iron-clad, demonstrated-beyond-a-reasonable-doubt conclusion:<br /><br /><b><span style="color:green;">Independent origin of ERVs (and hence, independent origin of species, a.k.a. creationism) is scientifically falsified.</span></b><br /><br />P.S. Before the resident creationists link to <a onclick="pageTracker._trackPageview ('/outgoing/http_www_trueorigin_org_theobald1e_asp');" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.trueorigin.org/theobald1e.asp" target="_blank">http://www.trueorigin.org/theobald1e.asp</a> , please attempt to dialogue with the refutation I layed out above.</blockquote><br /><br /><br />Sauce: http://www.christianforums.com/t96639/#post1828403kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-23287939489087385152009-06-02T20:03:00.000-07:002009-06-04T11:30:28.114-07:00Winace's excellent shared ERVs primer part 1<span style="font-style: italic;">The last time I mentioned ervs, I should have posted the late, great Winace's excellent primer on ERVs. Let's make things right. I'm copy/pasting from the one that he originally posted on the old Christian Forums. It's an oldie, but a goodie.</span><br /><br /><blockquote><br />ERVs, a startling line of evidence <b>from genetics</b> (not fossils) provides additional, overwhelming support for human/chimp common ancestry, one that establishes it beyond a shadow of a doubt.<br /><br />Much like stellar parallax could be considered 'proof' of heliocentricism, so too do unique fingerprints of ancient retroviral infection demonstrate relatedness if found in the genome of two different organisms.<br /><br /><b>1. Background</b><br /><br />Viral infections. We all know and hate them. From the common cold to the common cold <i>sore</i>, they're annoying little buggers. The virus particle invades a cell, injects its proprietary genome, hijacks the cellular machinery and turns it into a virus-making factory. Upon successful completion of this process, the cell begins releasing fresh copies of the virus, often by bursting and dying.<br /><br />Occasionally, however, something goes wrong in the integration process. When this occurs, <b>the cell can survive</b>, but <b>selected portions of the viral DNA remain in its genome</b>. These vary from <i>infection to infection</i>, not just from virus to virus.<br /><br />In effect, the cell becomes permanently scarred and <i>carries the unique, identifiable fingerprint of its assailant</i>. (<a href="http://www.hallym.ac.kr/%7Ejinpark/int.html" target="_blank">Source</a>)<br /><br />Since the markers are now in the genome, they become hereditary--hence, any descendant of the afflicted cell will contain the same exact viral fingerprint(s) at the same exact spot in its DNA.<br /><br />Viral infections are, of course, not limited to the mucous membranes, blood stream and lungs. Under certain conditions, they can also infect a germ line (egg or sperm) cell. The odds of this cell now surviving to adulthood are astronomically low; not only does it have to survive a viral infection, but be one of the extremely lucky few that ever make it to merge with their counterpart and form a viable zygote.<br /><br />However, this does occur. When it does, the resulting offspring has the unique viral fingerprint embedded in every cell in its body, what is known as an "endogenous retroviral insertion", henceforth referred to as an ERV. (<a href="http://www-micro.msb.le.ac.uk/3035/Retroviruses.html" target="_blank">Source</a>)<br /><br /><b><span style="color:green;">ERVs can be easily identified by their extreme similarity to known retroviruses.</span></b> They even contain vestiges of <i>gag</i>, <i>env</i> and <i>pol</i> genes that code for viral surface proteins (<a href="http://www.stanford.edu/group/nolan/tutorials/ret_3_maj_prot.html" target="_blank">explanation of GEP protein coats</a>, <a href="http://www-micro.msb.le.ac.uk/3035/Retroviruses.html" target="_blank">information on their presence in ERVs</a>).<br /><br />We've directly observed creation of new, identifiable ERVs by viral integration into cells <i>in vitro</i>, as well, so this process is as well-documented (if not more) as fossil formation. When it occurs in ordinary cells, it can cripple vital genes, subsequently causing cancer. High-risk papillomaviruses have been indicted as one of the leading causes of cervical tumors, for example. (<a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/entrez/query.fcgi?cmd=Retrieve&db=PubMed&list_uids=12813471&dopt=Abstract" target="_blank">Source</a>)<br /><br />Like any genes, the viral elements can then piggyback on the success of an individual and become established in the entire species. In small populations, this can easily occur via <a href="http://www.talkorigins.org/faqs/genetic-drift.html" target="_blank">genetic drift</a> (random establishment of selectively neutral or deleterious alleles). In larger ones, natural selection can work to establish the few ERVs that yield a benefit to their host.<br /><br />Each step in the process is not very common, and has unique aspects that are extremely unlikely to be reproduced in two independent cases of ERV creation. Hence, when they all occur, the organisms possessing the ERV are marked with a molecular fossil that will prove indispensible in tracing their origin.<br /><br /><b>2. Evolutionary Implications of ERVs</b><br /><br />In a nutshell, this can serve as a "paternity test" of sorts: if you find the same endogenous retroviral insertion in two different organisms, the only viable explanation is that they inherited same from a common ancestor that, itself, possessed it. Offshoot species will have the same unlikely and easily identifiable ERVs, enabling us to construct accurate phylogenies from an independent line of evidence.<br /><br /><img src="http://www.talkorigins.org/faqs/comdesc/images/retrovirus.gif" alt="" border="0" /><br /><i>Human endogenous retroviral insertions in identical chromosomal locations in various primates. <b>Notice just how well the standard evolutionary phylogeny, derived from fossil and anatomical evidence (humans and chimps closest, then orangutans and gorillas, then gibbons, then old world monkeys, then new world monkeys) is corroborated by this uniquely independent line of evidence.</b></i>(<a href="http://www.talkorigins.org/faqs/comdesc/section4.html#retroviruses" target="_blank">Source</a>)<br /><br />As a side note, ERVs have also been used to reconstruct the relationships between dogs, jackals, wolves and foxes, among other species of domestic animal.<br /><br />Needless to say, this offers a quick and easy way to experimentally test if any two similar organisms are <u>un</u>related. If they are, they won't share any ERVs. If you find the same one at the same place in their genomes, however, the hypothesis they originated independently is effectively falsified.<br /><br />Due to the nature of the branching tree of life, ERVs shared between distantly-related organisms <i>will have made their initial appearance in their common ancestor</i>. Hence, they would have also been present as <i>further</i>, closer organisms split off from the lineage; if you find an ERV common to humans and monkeys, the ancestor of chimps must have had the insertion as well. Similarly, ERVs found in New World Monkeys and chimps will usually be present in humans. ERVs found in humans and gorillas should be found in chimps. And so on. This provides an additional way to test evolutionary predictions.<br /><br />It should be noted that there are rare but observable genetic phenomena that can remove ERVs from the genome. However, we can almost always <b>tell when this has occured</b>, such as identifying the characteristic fingerprint of a deletion mutation right before the ERV 'should have' been found.<br /><br />Nevertheless, the more basic question of '<i>are there</i> shared ERVs between these species <i>at all</i>?' is a much more stringent, rock-solid test of evolution than the specific phylogenetic relationships <i>individual</i> insertions indicate, which can be erroneous on occasion.<br /><br />When analyzed as a statistical whole, ERV insertion patterns will also recapitulate phylogenies drawn from independent data like the fossil record and comparative anatomy. This is a remarkable confirmation, and totally at odds with the predictions made by the hypothesis of independent origin of species.<br /><br />As you can see by now, this is the strongest support for evolution I've ever come across; a truly powerful and damning smoking gun</blockquote>kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-61666739652402426462009-05-19T19:03:00.000-07:002009-05-19T20:08:22.627-07:00Ida? I hardly knew her!The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">interwebz</span> are abuzz with news of the discovery of what has been termed "<span style="font-weight: bold;">a</span> missing link" in the ancestry of human evolution. Called Ida, it's big news and many news agencies, forums, etc, have caught the reporting bug, and therein lies the problem. The thing is, there isn't anything inherently wrong with spreading the news of the discovery; no, the problem is when articles and reporters - particularly major ones - make a hash of the entire dissemination of the science and fossil discovery.<br /><br />Take the <a href="http://news.sky.com/skynews/Home/World-News/Missing-Link-Scientists-In-New-York-Unveil-Fossil-Of-Lemur-Monkey-Hailed-As-Mans-Earliest-Ancestor/Article/200905315284582?lpos=World_News_Carousel_Region_0&lid=ARTICLE_15284582_Missing_Link%3A_Scientists_In_New_York_Unveil_Fossil_Of_Lemur_Monkey_Hailed_As_Mans_Earliest_Ancestori">Sky News</a> article, for instance. Within the first few paragraphs in the article, you find this gem:<br /><br /><blockquote>Researchers say proof of this transitional species finally confirms <a href="http://news.sky.com/skynews/Home/Online-Evolution-For-Darwins-Work/Article/200610313547686?lid=ARTICLE_13547686_Online%20Evolution%20For%20Darwin%27s%20Work&lpos=searchresults"><b>Charles Darwin's theory of evolution</b></a>, and the then radical, outlandish ideas he came up with during his time aboard the Beagle.</blockquote><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wtf</span>? Seriously? Finally confirms? No, this find doesn't finally confirm the theory of evolution: the many different lines of evidence for the occurrence of evolution ensured any confirmation years ago. What this find does is join a hot of other <span style="font-style: italic;">affirmations</span> of the theory of evolution, and Darwin's "radical, outlandish ideas". Wait, actually, wouldn't it be a misnomer to call them simply ideas, considering the amount of work that went into building the theory?<br /><br />Perhaps I'm being too pedantic. Then again, it might reduce the chance of several of the idiots - like the ones that responded to the sky article - getting muddled up about what the discovery entails.<br /><br /><br />That does bring me to an important point, though. For many, it would seem that the theory of evolution has no evidence. For some, that it's called a theory ("it's a <span style="font-style: italic;">theory, </span>don't you know, a <span style="font-style: italic;">theory</span>! Not fact") is enough dismiss the whole thing. While I find it a bizarre argument, I have heard it several times.<br /><br />First, for anyone interested, a theory, a science theory, is the highest level of acceptance in science. To paraphrase that famous quip, theories aren't things that people think up on a drunken night out; they are findings that backed by some kind of evidence - see facts - and open to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Falsifiability">falsifiability.</a> Thus, it should be understood that, contrary to what some misguided say, theories don't get "upgraded to laws". That doesn't happen. On the other hand, laws can be superseded - in a manner of speaking - by theories. For example, and probably the most famous case, Einstein's theory of relativity complementing and explaining some things that the Newton's law of gravity couldn't.<br /><br /><br />Second, there are several lines of evidence that affirm the theory of evolution. My personal favourite is the existence of shared endogenous retrovirus insertions between several species. That's all I'll write on the subject for now.<br /><br />Third, fossilised remains of transitional organisms.<br /><br />Anyway, this became longer than I intended. Welcome to the wide, wild world of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">celebridom</span>, Ida.<br /><br />The sky article gave the link and it's a good one: for any interested in Ida, the discovery of the fossilised remains, and the characteristics of the purported transitional.<br /><br />http://www.revealingthelink.com/who-is-ida/<br /><br /><blockquote>Ida is the most complete early primate fossil ever found, and scientists believe that she could be one of our earliest<br />ancestors. She is a remarkable link between the first primates and modern humans and despite having<br />lived 47 million years ago, her features show striking similarities to our own.</blockquote>http://www.revealingthelink.com/the-implications/<br /><div class="with-border"><p class="strapline"></p><blockquote>Ida's discovery gives us unique insights into primate development at the root of anthropoid evolution – when primates were first developing features that would evolve in our own.</blockquote><p></p> </div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Key facts about the most complete primate fossil ever discovered</span><br />http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/2009/may/19/fossil-ida-at-a-glance<br /><br /><br />Righto!<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"></span>kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-73872291253703168442009-04-02T05:51:00.000-07:002009-04-02T05:58:40.219-07:00State your controversial opinions<em>Background: This was sort of a response to someone arguing for legalised pedophilia - you know, the one where the adult insists that the child consented, so it's all good - on <u>that</u> website. What I've written should be read as is and understood with humour. No, really.</em><br /><br />I say it's about time we in the West started conscripting children into the Army. In fact, I propose that we start wars intentionally so that the children get a taste of blood in their teeth. I have no doubt that children have thought of fighting and killing, so it's up to adults to show them the way and help them experience their latent violent desires. It's even better if they consent.And, hey, if children aren't mature enough to fight in wars, they shouldn't be allowed to imagine violence or have disagreements with each other. Why? Because both sets of activities have the same end in mind: expression of the death drive in a natural manner. Now, if someone was only willing to interview select child soldiers from those War-torn African countries, I'm sure we''ll find that those who survive have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">benefited</span> greatly from their experiences. As for any that want to give a negative picture of child soldiering, we can just point out that "hey, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dipshit</span>, you're still alive. Walk it off, pussy."Which brings me to trauma. The only reason any child can possibly be traumatised by having to fight for his or her (yes, girls must be allowed to fight too - especially if they want to) motherland has to be that the child has internalised societal beliefs that war is wrong.While I'm on the subject of kids, I say it's time that society get its dirty, normative inducing, controlling paws off them. If a kid wants to lead a country, company or whatever, on a whim, I say let them. If they have the instinct for it, then they evidently ready for the real thing.<br /><br /><em><strong>Ed</strong>: Holy shit, Batman, seriously?</em><br /><br /><br />And that reminds me, isn't it about time someone killed that Batman, prick? Kids? Kids? Anyone?kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-86374031060263764062009-03-03T18:02:00.000-08:002009-03-03T18:26:51.489-08:00Oh, Emily, how I do love theeI've heard it said that it is almost impossible and improbable to have to pick out a favourite when it comes to art. I agree. In poetry, though, when all else fails, one of my favourite poets has to be Emily Dickinson. That lonely, wren-like, but wonderful poet heeded the call and wrote beautiful verses. Since I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">particuarly</span> inclined towards paying undue attention to death, perhaps because I'm one of those mostly solitary introverts, her "death poems" intrigue me.<br />Two favourites:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here's one:<br /><br /></span>Because I could not stop for Death,<br />He kindly stopped for me;<br />The carriage held but just ourselves<br />And Immortality. <p>We slowly drove, he knew no haste,<br />And I had put away<br />My labor, and my leisure too,<br />For his civility.</p> <p>We passed the school, where children strove<br />At recess, in the ring;<br />We passed the fields of gazing grain,<br />We passed the setting sun.</p> <p>Or rather, he passed us;<br />The dews grew quivering and chill,<br />For only gossamer my gown,<br />My tippet only tulle.</p> <p>We paused before a house that seemed<br />A swelling of the ground;<br />The roof was scarcely visible,<br />The cornice but a mound.</p> <p>Since then '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tis</span> centuries, and yet each<br />Feels shorter than the day<br />I first surmised the horses' heads<br />Were toward eternity.</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Another:</span></p><p>I heard a fly buzz when I died;<br /> The stillness round my form<br />Was like the stillness in the air<br /> Between the heaves of storm.</p> <p>The eyes beside had wrung them dry,<br /> And breaths were gathering sure<br />For that last onset, when the king<br /> Be witnessed in his power.</p> <p>I willed my keepsakes, signed away<br /> What portion of me I<br />Could make assignable,-and then<br /> There interposed a fly,</p> With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,<br /> Between the light and me;<br />And then the windows failed, and then<br /> I could not see to see.<br /><br /><br />I shall refrain from commenting on them; choosing, instead, for their words, metre, etc. to convey subjective meaning to reader in different/several readings.<br /><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>The death poems aren't the only ones I find fascinating, as Dickinson's other poems are just as rich.<br /></p><p><br /></p>kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-75516657511802906942009-02-23T18:17:00.000-08:002009-02-24T10:13:45.738-08:00Gedankenpolizei2:17 am. I need to sleep. I can't sleep. A strange thing seems to have happened: I'm thinking episodically especially at this time<br /><br />I cut myself. It hurts. Bleed. Bleed. Bleed. Here's a plaster. Easy. Take heed. Small cuts tend to affect all sense of self belief.<br /><br />Seriously, though, I told her "I think about death often, these days...well, more often these days." I think of life after death more often these days.<br /><br />If I can summon the will, I'll make a boat. I'll travel out to sea. No one would be able to take that away from me. I'll sail and die then watch my body, for a while, while I float.<br /><br />Since I cannot see what is going to happen, I'll resign myself to life. Not fully a knight of faith since I find myself resisting, I'll serve as a knight of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">resignation</span>. I take life.<br /><br />Pity is the worst offering, then, that can be given at this time. The thought of pity saddens me more. I think I'll try for sleep again. It is now 2:30 am.kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-13862138281586847212009-01-28T11:13:00.000-08:002009-01-28T15:56:05.629-08:00It's a generation thing, buddyThe inspiration for this entry was a topic that was introduced and partially discussed in one of the seminars in my course. The wider context of the seminar was - or, I suspect, should have been - using Marxism to interpret literature. Instead, we mostly ended up discussing the implications and indictment of the modern English young working force suggested in the first part of Andrew O'Hagan's Orwell Memorial Lecture, The English. In the seminar, I managed to spout out some garbled nonsense about commodity fetish, upward mobility, and alienation - basically, things that could fit within the narrow context of Marxism in response to O'Hagan's polemic. However, I don't think those things begin to touch on the more important cause and effect of what seems to be disillusionment in the young English "proletariat".<br /><br />This disenfranchised state in the mostly young (and I should mention that words like disillusionment, disenfranchisement, etc may well prove to be either misnomers or understatements) that suggests itself through an overwhelming amount of binge drinking and a high rate of depression is, I would suggest, the making of the effects of the post-modern condition. Post-modern condition: a vague term to be sure.<br /><br />To be clear then, by post-modern condition, I mean the era marked by the appreciation of the implication of the "death of God". By that I mean a time in society when the people (begin to) realise that god has died and we humans are all alone in a vast universe.<br /><br />The death of God, for anyone familiar with Nietzschean philosophy, was predicted to happen, and I don't know exactly when it happened. In any case, it happened; and while the mad man may have come too early for the occupants of The Gay Science, the news of god's death finally "reached the ears" of the English, and was transmuted to the young. That is the legacy with which we will have to live. However, with the death of god comes the inevitable loss of human transcendence. No longer made in the image of God. We poor creatures, evolved from what we would have previously derisively called "lowly beasts", have learnt to realise that we have no heavenly hand to tip a favour our way. The earth, it seems, is really just the palest of blue dots amongst innumerable other dots in the dark, stark ocean of space and time. In the true fashion of our oedipal instincts, we killed the father birthed to us by history - we destroyed his myths too. We had no choice.<br /><br />Having destroyed the mythologies attached to God, it would have been necessary to create a new set of myths. Stories to encourage a meaning in life. Therein lied the problem. Killing god meant avoidance of metaphysics and overt pretensions towards attaching transcendental properties to humanity. We started constructing our modern mythos anyway. We had no choice.<br /><br />These modern set of mythologies all bear the same instinct: perverse materialism. And in our extremely materialist mythologies, we gave into that base instinct that ensures we recreate in idealised images, and founded an unprecedented celebrity culture. With celebrity culture came high doses of commodity fetishism and the need to believe that life would be that much better if the average prole became a celebrity too. In fact, our myths evolved even more into something resembling: well, you might not become a celebrity, but life could still approach happiness and completion if you use the same commodities celebrities use. What a mythology. Further, with the availability of loans and credit, the finer parts of our myths were in some ways achievable - better yet, in a human lifetime.<br /><br />The thing is, our myths were great until the reality of it all hit home. Perhaps that's the advantage the old myths had over ours: their aspirations were for a state after death; ours for status in life. Clearly our myths have shown themselves incapable. Worse, in the continued urbanisation of the better part of the world, they increase anomie and depression. Therefore, since nationalism is out, we need new religious myths. In America, the beginnings of a new religious myth can be seen: based on change through individuals feeling they are making a difference. Still retaining its humanist, secularist cloak, it, however, incorporates elements of transcendentalism of old mythos. Most importantly, though, the myth - built on a foundation of politics, nonetheless - has ensured that many of the people who at one time felt marginalised - alienated - now feel part of a community (even those opposed to the man central to the myth now have their own collective). Essentially, the individuals now feel they matter in an important way. Life has meaning then.<br /><br />To sum up, I would say there's a problem in a community when a large number of its members seem to be channelling their death drive into binge drinking, etc. The solution may be not a socialist revolution, but invention of a mythos fit for our time.kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-22362020164477903622009-01-08T22:25:00.000-08:002009-01-09T00:05:48.244-08:00New Year, No ResolutionsIt feels like it's been a century since I last crapped in this here bog. A New Year has come - full circle in the human conception - and I feel I should continue posting my messages to my future self - writings exist in history; bringing us news from the past; reminding what we will be of what we once were; subtly erasing the death lines.<br /><br />I loved 2008. In its own way it taught me many things I ought to know, and I truly hate to see it go. However, time marches on. The future beckons. I have no firm decisions that might be counted as resolutions, so I probably should refrain from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">solidifying</span> any of my options through typing them. What comes to mind, though, is that I want to write, read, love and learn to a great degree this year. Yes, I think I'll do those. I'll start with those and see what happens next. It's 2009, and it, too, will die soon. The trick is to make sure it doesn't waste away.<br /><br />Happy New Year, fellow traveller.kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-45242614866553927692008-06-27T17:54:00.000-07:002008-07-18T14:50:57.994-07:00Rock<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Blah! Wrote this for a 15 minutes, short story thingy based around a keyword. The keyword was "rock"<br /><br /><br /></span></span>"Don't rock the boat," he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">murmured</span> swaying from side to side in the tattered green chair he had claimed as his. With both arms he gripped his head, barely covered with what remained of his now balding <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blond</span> hair, as a streak of lightning brightened the room.<br /><br />"Don't rock the boat," he muttered again.<br /><br />After the sound of the thunder faded into the night, he decided there was no harm in braving a quick peek. Picking his head up, he looked round quickly through the room he had spent the most part of his thirty plus years in relative safety. It was a small single room house with a tiny kitchen and bathroom, but he had spent most of his life in it and he couldn't imagine being anywhere else. He glanced up at the windows - they were still boarded up. A storm was coming! That was what the nice man on the radio, Andy "with the manly voice" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dominics</span>, had said. A storm was coming! At that point, the little house shook violently as a wind blew.<br /><br />"Don't rock the boat, don't rock the boat...don't rock the boat!" He chanted over and over again, rocking, head in arms, until the wind stilled for a while. Sure that the house had stopped shaking, he picked up his head again. "My chair, my radio, and my bear," he thought to himself, "should be able to take care of themselves, but my books may get into some trouble. I don't think they can withstand any water battle. I have to keep them safe." He looked round again, trying to see if he could count the number of books that were strewn in a wild mess all around the room. He gave up at the next indication of the beginnings of the sound of thunder. He waited a while, until he was sure it was a false alarm. Silence reigned.<br /><br />Then, just as he was feeling more assured, the wind picked up. Rocking the house as if to rip it from its foundations, it roared. Rain splattered heavily against the boarded up windows, coupling <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">occasionally</span> with hail.<br /><br />He shrieked and resumed rocking, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">murmuring</span> "Don't rock the boat," over and over. This time there was no reprieve: no letting up from the raging storm. There was a crash on the roof of the house, as though something heavy had being hurled against the building with some force.<br /><br />"Don't rock the boat," he continued to moan, continually rocking. "Don't rock the boat."<br /><br />The house continued to shake violently. He heard rumblings from what seemed to be every part of the building.<br /><br />"Don't rock the boat!"<br /><br />New sounds permeated the air: the force of things striking, sometimes shattering against the heavy iron front door; the wind finding different pitches with which to resonate; the roof, corrugated, trying to withstand the objects battering it. And each new sound scared him more and caused him to raise his voice so that his mantra was now even louder: "Don't rock the boat!"kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-20735419242130972652008-06-03T06:16:00.000-07:002008-06-03T06:39:53.389-07:00Reading list for June<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wake up</span>, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month...oh, wait, where did the days go? I guess I lost a couple of days there, uh! Oh well!<br /><br />So, what are my plans for June? I don't rightly know, but these are the books I have decided to read this month:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Time Traveler's Wife<br />Murphy</span> by Beckett<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Catcher in the Rye<br />The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lacanian</span> Subject </span><span>by Fink<br /><br />That's all I can think of for now. So, yeah.<br /></span>kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-8895487608186019662008-05-31T10:33:00.001-07:002008-05-31T11:16:35.495-07:00Is this one of those postmodern things?It's a day in the summer season. Sun soothing earth; light: bright. A gentle breeze caressing bodies clothed in as little as can be borne.<br /><br /><br />Sitting in my room looking through a window, dirty and worn. Looking out at as people trudge past with their cares encased in their heads, hidden away from all but themselves. "It's a day for mourning." "Where am I going?" "What am I doing here?"<br /><br />I watch the cars streak by. A boom box here, a hoary shout there. "I am the Walrus?" "I can't take any more!" "Make it stop, please?"<br /><br />Silent words <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">criss</span>-cross through my head. It strikes me as odd that I wish I were my conception of them: carefree, golden and jovial. "You can be whatever you want to be, sonny." "Opportunity knocks. Will you open your heart?" "Where's your head at?"<br /><br />Silently, I gaze at them. I look up: no one is watching me. I look back down at them trudging past, paying no mind to eyes of a stranger above, looking through a window, battered and forlorn. "Morning has broken - it's the day's morning." "Where would I like to go?" "Or would I prefer to stay here?"<br /><br />Through it all, the one pervasive thought in my mind is: I'm not happy. I guess that untouchable, everlasting core of joy I had buried in me has run out. That's a shame. That's troubling. Is there anything left to say? "Hello, goodbye?" "That's the standard!" "I will try to fix your achy mind."<br /><br />When it's all said and done, it may just be that the coming of the Sun has brought to mind promises of romance, laughter, and dancing the nights away. I sense I'm missing my moments in the sun - days like these don't last forever. The people walking past, out of reach, just within sight, they are so far away. "You just need to get laid, by a hot lady, mind, my laddie." "Behold, I stand at the door and knock. Will you hear my voice and sup with me?" "Do you remember?"kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-16864309407824485482008-05-30T16:46:00.000-07:002008-05-31T11:17:47.438-07:00Rambling, gambling man. 2It's one of those nights. I despise people who write lies. Those who knowingly spread falsehoods, and I despair for those who parrot stupidity. What does one say to the ardent idiot who asserts that Black people are black because they descended from Ham, the son of Noah (of the great flood myth. See Genesis), who got a curse placed on him? Is it worse that it's Black people presenting that utterance? It's saddening. How can a person swallow a claim that implies servitude due to colour of ones skin, because of a religious book? It's baffling. Worse, the message is spread around and reified. Mental slavery never had it so good.<br /><br />I come from a world of fervent superstition and religious fundamentalism, but I can't still help being startled by Young Earth Creationists - you know, those people that believe the Earth and the Universe are 6000 to 10,000 years old. I have debated a lot of them on the interwebs, and it strikes me as odd that their most fundamental evidence for a short age is tantamount to counting the ages presented in the Bible. No, seriously! For them, most of the sciences, and scientists, must be embroiled in an unholy, very vast, conspiracy. Yuck!<br /><br />Then there's WND. Soy makes you gay!!111!!! 4,000 out of 5,000 prophecies have been fulfilled!!!<br /><br />Oh, and what's the deal with the Americans that insist Black people should vote for Obama because he's Black? Seriously? That's as stupid as not voting for him because he's Black.<br /><br />Screw this, I'm going to bed. I'll have some whine with that, if you please.<br /><br />(Not so) Random picture<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/duty_calls.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/duty_calls.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-33334444460616414832008-05-30T16:06:00.000-07:002008-05-30T16:34:56.719-07:00Rambling, gambling manI'm in the mood for writing nonsense (cue depreciating humour) tonight. The need to ramble on and on, probably the result of a desperate need to connect. I just want to do everything. I want to talk to anyone...I want to be alone. I want to be with a special someone and bask in the glory of love and affection - it's not too much to desire, is it? Maybe it is. I feel like dancing, but I can't dance...like that's ever stopped me before...well, yes, it has, but that's when I'm on the outside. Inside? I sway and do jerky movements that, if you squint one eye a little and close the other eye, look like awesome dance moves. Yeah, I'm hip like that!<br /><br />Music! Lately I've been craving it more than usual. I had a moment today... one of those moments of inexplicable joy, where the <span style="font-style: italic;">I don't know</span> hits you with a force that's all its own. It's that subtle <span style="font-style: italic;">something </span>in music. I call it my mental orgasm...this one was one of the most powerful feelings of it, though. I like music, and music likes me. Hand in hand together, it leads me and I feed it. When I die, music will still be here, but, hopefully, it will sing me a sweet <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lullaby</span>. I heart music and music hearts me.<br /><br />What am I typing? I don't know man; it's the same ol' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">goodnews</span>. The gospel, man! "Don't sweat the small stuff." Was that a King character? Only the final part.<br /><br />I thought of an aphorism the other day, but I've forgotten how it goes. I've fallen for aphorisms, especially the vague ones that may be deep, but there's no real telling whether it is, or whether it ain't. Think Nietzsche, think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Heraclitus</span>. Yes, I can spell Nietzsche off the top of my head - you don't have to be German to not bastardise his name; ain't I great? Send a cookie. I have a hate-love relationship with the man - then again, would he have it any other way? Strangely though, I don't mind the three German H's: that would be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Habermas</span>, Hegel and Husserl. That could just be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">because</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">don't</span> know any of them that well.<br /><br />Random picture:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/659/050520085c7252dk6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/659/050520085c7252dk6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-21997500157985258242008-05-29T10:57:00.000-07:002008-05-29T11:54:12.035-07:00A return to AthleticsI'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thsick</span>! Well, not quite, but I have a cold that will just not quit. Damn it to hell. Worse still, I have a chesty cough. I haven't had one of those in years, and I remember how freaking long it took for the last one to go, so this one should be fun.<br /><br />Wonderfully, though, I'm back to athletics *takes bows*. Yup, Allen called it. I don't know what I was thinking when I left...I guess I wasn't thinking. It felt so good to walk on to the track; so good it felt like returning to that <span style="font-style: italic;">place</span>. I so loved the feeling of being there...until I puked my guts out. In my defense I was sick and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">shouldn't</span> have gone, but, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">meh</span>! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Whatchu</span> gonna do. Now all I have to do is regain a good deal of the weight and muscles I've lost, and get some speed endurance (admittedly, my usual Achilles' heel), then the track can return to being one a "room of my own", so to speak.<br /><br />I love this video called the "road to Beijing" on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">youtube</span>. I may not make a Harry A-A type of comeback, or hope to win an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Olympics</span> competition, but it makes me <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">happa</span>.<br /><br /><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-06086014159121248 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/y4dnyF_XLLw&hl=en"></a><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-06086014159121248 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/y4dnyF_XLLw&hl=en"></a><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y4dnyF_XLLw&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y4dnyF_XLLw&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object>kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-72970434120395758062008-05-21T04:41:00.000-07:002008-05-21T16:59:38.909-07:00Half a sketchAl: So, what is it exactly that you do?<br /><br />Bill [<span style="font-style: italic;">with a shrug</span>]: I write a bit.<br /><br />Al [<span style="font-style: italic;">incredulously</span>]: You write a bit?!<br /><br />Bill: I write a bit.<br /><br />Al: You don't strike me as the kind...now, now, don't take that as a slur, or something. It's just... really, you don't strike me as the type<br /><br />Bill: I strike you, how?<br /><br />Al: Good with the hands, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">y'know</span>? The kind that barrels through life making things. Not to say you can't think or nothing. Working with hands is respectable, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">y'know</span>.<br /><br />Bill: Writing requires hands; I work with my hands....<br /><br />Al: Now, now, that's not...<br /><br />Bill: ...there's no better barrel than the barrel than that that contains words. Writing's good for that.<br /><br />Al: Look, you know what I mean...<br /><br />Bill: I don't strike you as the writing kind.<br /><br />Al: Yeah.<br /><br />[<span style="font-style: italic;">an uncomfortable silence follows. Al begins to pick his nose, looking ill at ease. Bill stares at the ceiling</span>]<br /><br />Al: So, how did you get in here, anyhow?<br /><br />Bill: I stabbed a policeman in the eye.<br /><br />Al [<span style="font-style: italic;">with a gasp</span>]: Christ! That's real bad. You know they're gonna get you bad for it. Why did you stab him, then?<br /><br />Bill [<span style="font-style: italic;">shrugging</span>] He had it coming.<br /><br />Al: How?<br /><br />Bill: He called me a hack.<br /><br />Al: That all? I've been called...<br /><br />Bill: Said it would be easier for a camel to go through the eye of pen than for me to write a decent obituary... He had it coming.kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-46962171399851853102008-05-21T03:48:00.000-07:002008-05-30T12:35:08.497-07:00The past isn't going anywhereWell, the title might be a misnomer depending on what exactly time is...besides, everyone knows that individual pasts tend to get extinguished with the passing of the person to whom they hold particular meaning, but I digress - this is not necessarily a post about the metaphysics of time ...or is it?<br /><br />Yesterday, I walked by three old timers sitting, huddled together, drinking cheap liquor, laughing maniacally, sometimes looking stoic, other times <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">forlorn</span>, but the constant was that they kept on talking. I do not know what they were talking about - it wasn't relevant. What was relevant was the ideas they triggered in my mind. I imagined them, weary of a life spent dreaming and hoping, living and learning, and now in their "golden years" there's nothing to do but sit idly, drinking and discussing the philosophies that have influenced their nuances. I imagined they, fuelled by the headiness of alcohol, looked to the past and reflected on how things may have been different.<br /><br />As I thought those thoughts, I wanted to go over to them. To proclaim, "Old timers, <span style="font-style: italic;">the past didn't go anywhere</span>, you are all still here. Teach me your knowledge; show me all you have learnt; remind me of the mistakes I will forget! Let me drink with y'all, discussing humans and life, and together we shall drown ourselves in this moment."<br /><br />But, I couldn't. My time has not yet come. There is still more to do, mistakes to be made and hopes dreamt. To sit in a circle with the old folks requires a life time of experiences. My life has only just begun - well, relatively speaking.<br /><br />Then again, they could have been old fools.kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-22131634742594211092008-05-18T14:55:00.000-07:002008-05-18T15:17:36.238-07:00Too much love will kill youI'm in a sort of Queen mood tonight- the band, not the characteristic - and it's wonderful. Okay, not many people know this, but I'm a <span style="font-style: italic;">huge</span> Queen fan. Freddie was just fucking beautiful, man, fucking beautiful (we miss you Freddie!). And the rest of the band were terrific in their music writing and stuff. They may not be considered the greatest band that ever lived, but, if I remember correctly, they are the only band that has had every member write at least one "number 1" hit (take that Beatles).<br /><br />Right now, "in my tangled state of mind," I feel like most of the first stanza of <span style="font-style: italic;">Too Much Love Will Kill You</span> is so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">apropos</span> to my life. You know, that sense of being the "pieces of the man I used to be." Fuck, I didn't get the manual on how to be normal, so this growing up thing makes no sense, and don't get me started on not reading the signs. All which probably prompted the intervention I got yesterday.<br /><br />Yeah, you know you're in a bad place when you get something of an intervention. I knew I was off the rails, but I didn't think it was that bad. So, now, I know for certain I'm the shadow of the person I used to be - and they weren't talking about my current emaciated look; I get that I need to find a way out of my head; and I've got to wake up somehow. That I don't know how to effect a change...wait, that's not quite right; I can sense how to effect some changes, I just...can't. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bleh</span>!<br /><br />On that note, I leave you with Queen's <span style="font-style: italic;">Too Much Love, etc</span>. I like this version on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">youtube</span>: it's a spliced version of Freddie and Brian May:<br /><br /><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09737595185337062 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/fKFEjZ98Q4s&hl=en"></a><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09737595185337062 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/fKFEjZ98Q4s&hl=en"></a><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fKFEjZ98Q4s&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fKFEjZ98Q4s&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object>kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-65041299147578249372008-05-11T09:27:00.000-07:002008-05-11T09:43:53.739-07:00HairA little while ago, I sat behind a balding man on the bus. He was balding from the middle region of his head, and it had spread in concentric circles towards the back of his head. Hair matted where it hadn't been scorched by disrepair, the balding man's head gave me cause to pause. An idea of all life seemed to exude from his dome: despite being individuals, we become a monolithic whole in the context in which we are observed; in being part of the countless faceless, many get shaved off never to be seen in the physical, only experienced as an ever fading idea; eventually, entropy wins - we all, in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">anonymity</span> of existence, disappear, leaving a barren wasteland.<br /><br />Am I morbid? Perhaps. But in that moment of almost obsessive observation of the balding man, I realised that, yes, it all must end, but while we remain the elements of a crowning feature, we might as well recognise that we live...or something.<br /><br />Which brings me to suicide and the whole condolence issue. I'll do that tomorrow.kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8042518760625656779.post-22251862306453775792008-04-18T03:17:00.000-07:002008-04-18T03:30:03.744-07:00Realigning MyselfHere we are again. Another day, another means for impressing the illusion of relevance through the word. You know, the one where I pretend I'm addressing others and not myself. I like that. I lost my last couple of blogs because of my patchy memory - I'm getting older (metaphorically). Anyway, here's the deal: I plan to write a lot on here: barely completed thoughts, ridiculous Kritiks, stories and plays that will probably be first drafts, and any other dan thing that crops up. Let's obey the urge for life beyond the singular.<br /><br />P.S. I need to make a LoLCat picture with a bookish cat saying "I can has ecritis?!" Yes, I'm into cats, and I like the Lolcats. Wanna fight about it?<br /><br />That's it. I would post a song for the day but...meh!kellivisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369888251221654094noreply@blogger.com0