Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow but only after Saturday please

When it hails so hard you can hear it over the headphones, you know it’s hailing with attitude. Checked the BBC web site for weather and saw that no snow is forecast — forgot to check for hail. The reason it’s all of such interest is I’m taking a group of teenagers paintballing in Banbury on Saturday, which is great fun but a notoriouslyoutdoor sport.

I have my old leather jacket, which is both warm and as kevlar where paintballs are concerned. Found a drawback to this at the last paintballing session in July, when I got so warm my visor steamed up and even the good old scuba trick — gob in it — didn’t work. Only solution was to remove jacket and expose my delicate torso to the possibility of bruising. Fortunately everyone else was fogging up too, so if you got hit it was just bad luck more than malice. But looking at the forecasts, I don’t see overheating being a problem this time.

Still, after Saturday I have no outdoor pursuits planned other than the usual this side of Christmas. So if the snow can just hold off for 48 hours, that would be great. Actually, if it can make 49 hours, that should cover the return trip too.

The Doubting Meme

Always such a thrill to start a new book and find that you’re enjoying it straight off. My new read, begun last night, is Alistair McGrath’s Dawkins’ God: Genes, Memes and the Meaning of Life. It’s well written and it’s exactly the kind of book the world needs — someone with a similar intellect and scientific background to Dawkins who can respond meaningfully to some of his, let’s say, more simplistic or downright inaccurate warblings.

I have a huge respect for Dawkins based on the books I’ve read – The Selfish Gene,The Blind Watchmaker and Climbing Mount Improbable. His account of the sheer science involved in evolution cannot be bettered, and whenever I’ve devised an alien race in my head I’ve always had one eye mentally on Mr D so that, in my own head, I can account for how this race came to be. But I have always been frustrated by his evident conviction that the leap he makes from these facts to a QED denial of the existence of God has some form of logical basis — mostly because whatever he holds up as “Christianity” bears so little resemblance to the Christianity I know.

I’m sure he’s not making it up — I suspect his notion of Christianity is genuine within his own head and is based on the dead, moribund type taught in his youth by a complacent Church of England. It just seems sad that, having rightly rejected that, he doesn’t bother to look a little further and see what else might be on offer. It’s like rejecting the whole rich field of science fiction because of a particularly bad episode of Trek. But of course, to do that you would have to want to do that, which he clearly doesn’t. My suspicion is that those who want to be atheists will be; those who don’t, won’t. Atheists often have good reason, up to a point, rejecting religion for very Christian reasons — disgust at hypocrisy, rejection of pointless ritual, wanting to live in the present rather than the past. But that only works up to a certain point because for every bad example of Christians there are many more good ones out there. The only really honest reason for being an atheist is to say “I just don’t believe it.”

An example in point. In one of the above mentioned titles — and I have to confess I forget which — Dawkins says that the church condemns Doubting Thomas for, well, doubting, when in fact he was asking perfectly valid questions. Well, maybe, but not any church I’ve been to recently, where questions are positively encouraged on the basis that the truth of God will withstand any kind of scrutiny. Again, perhaps the church of Dawkins’ childhood was like that. It was an unviable meme which lost out against the much more viable meme of honest questioning. Someone should tell him, but I doubt he would listen.

Sadly such memes are still alive and well in other areas of the church, leading to the intellectual anaesthesia of creation science etc etc etc. Rather than just say “I believe …” they have to contrive reasons where none exist for believing. Which is kind of sad.

Falling averages

There comes that moment in your relationship with any new computer when you lose a game of Freecell. No matter how well you do after that, your average will never again be 100%. Damn damn damn damn damn.

Same sort of thing today. Last week, the first postage-paid customer satisfaction postcard to be returned from our latest mailing gave the document in question 5/5. It gets no better than that. But a postcard received today for the same document merely gave it 4/5. One of the 1800 people to whom it was mailed thinks it’s only quite good. The swine.

Silly conversation of the day: a suggestion from a colleague that skyscrapers be built on hydraulic jacks, so that when a rival building beats it in height, yours can simply be jacked up a few further feet. In the same way, if a hijacked aircraft is detected in its vicinity, you let the jacks down and the aircraft misses. Same principle as Marineville, where the entire building was lowered into a bunker whenever battlestations sounded — like all the best Gerry Anderson, a tad over-engineered. It would be a lot easier to just have the headquarters in a bunker — unless (my hypothesis), due to planning restrictions, Marineville had to keep the same skyline as whatever earlier building it replaced, so they had to do it that way.

Sudden flashback by way of subject of terrorism to one of the more annoying times I’ve been badly edited. I used to write a monthly column intended to contrive humour from the content of various websites, usually where no humour was intended. One such website displayed results of a scientific survey showing that with the decline of air travel immediately following 9/11, even for a few days, the amount of vapour in the atmosphere from aircraft exhaust dropped noticeably. Important stuff, but because it was meant to be humorous I finished with what I thought a suitably flippant punchline. See if you can spot the subtle difference between what I wrote:

“Osama Bin Laden isn’t usually credited as an eco-warrior, but maybe the beard should have been a clue.”

– and their edited version:

“You have to wonder who can make scientific capital out of a tragedy like that.”

My but aren’t we righteous?