For the love of God, why go to The Creation Museum?

dinomuseum.jpgJohn Scalzi has stepped in some dino poop. Or maybe it’s Adam scat. I don’t know.
John Scalzi revealed to his readers on his site, Whatever, that he does in fact live near the newly opened Creation Museum (a museum* which shows how dinosaurs roamed the earth at the same time as Adam and Eve, about 8000 years ago). When he stated that he would never attend said museum some readers challenged him saying that he should go and provide a report. John must feel very connected to his readers because he accepted the challenge and upped the ante: he will attend the museum and provide a report but only if his readers cough up some Paypal donations. He wants to see at least $250 in the kitty by Friday (June 15). All funds raised will go to a good cause: Americans United for Separation of Church and State.
The challenge has led to some marvelous photoshopping such as the one posted above (which I stole from here.)
*Here’s an interesting mind-game you can play to pass the time during your next root-canal: A museum is by definition, “a building, place, or institution devoted to the acquisition, conservation, study, exhibition, and educational interpretation of objects having scientific, historical, or artistic value.” So now we have a Creation Museum which takes tenants of faith and presents them as fact. Ignoring the fact that tenants of faith shouldn’t require the backing which Creationists seem to believe they should, which does a Creation Museum fit into: an institution concerned with objects which are scientific, historical, or artistic?

Hard work + Luck vs. God Given Talent, Round 2

So, after Jaye commented that the video of 3 year old Zach finger-painting reminded her of Denny Dent I did a little of the Googlefication on the intertubes and discovered the following video. I’ll be damned if they don’t have a similar technique.

I’m also happy to report that I’m no longer in a fragile state of mind concerning my writing. This is thanks to two things. First, the videos of Zach and Mr. Dent both reminded me that the one of the great purposes of art and the fuel that drives it is “play.” If a spirit of play isn’t in art, at least on some level, I don’t think we’d be as driven to do it as we are. The second thing that bandaged my ego was, ironically, a typing session last night during which I found that the very earliest work I did on my current WIP is awful. Horribly horribly bad. I’m gonna toss out most of it, the first chapter at least. This is a good thing. The issue I’ve been muddling through lately is a feeling that my current work, my most recent work, hasn’t been up to the level of the earlier work on the novel. My discovery that my earliest work was God-forsaken-awful reminded me that I only get up to the good stuff through hard work, and that at the beginning I was just figuring out what this novel was trying to say. I’m still trying to figure it out, but that’s okay.

Trackback poetry, part 2

Again, poetry culled from the spam sent to this site as trackbacks.

“Really, Mr.”
Cowperwood, which was his private law, for instance, whose life in so far as I damn please.
We have to return all or of larceny. It isn’t your fault.
Any man whose son had helped make the time being, anyhow.
Aileen came gradually, through his friends to greet, inquiries to be sure as I am very sorry that he could scarcely believe that a growing sense of self-possession.
Really, Mr.
Gerard, replied Callum. Tell me truly now. We’re after a fashion, by the North Side, as they carried Rita out. Because of exercise her color was high.
Steger stood close beside him in the mixture of smiles and laughter over his mouth open. He wrung his hands feverishly. At the statement that his eyes open for the fraction on Bonanza.
Well, we’ll not talk about anything, how this was held up so.
And a jolly fine piece of marble and intaglio.
He went back to Mr.
Could any human being, the snow.

Inspiring

John Scalzi, a University of Chicago alum, wrote recently about a huge donation made to the University: $100 Million. The funds will be used for a remarkably good cause:

The money will be used to give full scholarships to about 800 lower-income students each academic year. The grants, called Odyssey Scholarships, will also pay partial tuition for another 400 of the 4,400 undergraduate students at the institution and fund a summer enrichment program for about 50 lower-income students before their first year of college.

This is the sort of thing I dream of doing. I wish everyone who made more than they need would feel as motivated to give some of it away as Mr. or Mrs. Anonymous have. Even giving only 5% out of the millions that some people have sitting in banks and stocks would tremendously change the lives of students, artists, single parents, the elderly. There are so many needy people, and too few who are willing to say “Let me help.”
Thanks to John for posting the article.