Wednesday, June 14, 2006

The Dustmen of Academia

Pharyngula: No quarter. Don't ask.

Mr. Myers exhorts us to "stand against the tide of garbage and fight it," and stand we shall:

The Ivy League Dustmen are we:
Where oceans of offal there be,
Our gowns in the tide
We'll stand side by side
(Whatever might happen,
At least we'll have tried,)
Though rubbish should rise like the sea.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Faith to faith

Pharyngula: Francis, I'm very disappointed in you

Francis Collins:
...if God made himself so obvious, so known, so easily interpretable in daily events, then the whole concept of faith and of making a personal decision about where you stand would be pretty meaningless.


If my faith in ineffable God
Weren't baseless, unreal and odd,
Then my faith would lack meaning;
My standing--mere leaning
On mythical crutches. Oh sod!