Posted By Caulimovirus on December 12, 2004
“Storytelling And Science: Two Completely Separate Topics In One Post!”
.: I finished the changes I made to Unicorns. You can find them here. The major changes/additions are highlighted in yellow for easy viewing, in case you don’t want to read the entire thing again. If you haven’t, shame on you. Go read it. Now.
.: (If you want, I even made a .doc file which you can download by right-clicking and selecting “save target as” here.)
.: The second portion of this postâ€”the “science” partâ€”has to do with more Christmas shopping. My sister and I went to Hastings again this evening to find things to buy for other people, when in fact we were subconsciously looking for things to buy for other people that we could then, at a later date, take for ourselves. Two books intrigued me: “Why People Believe Weird Things: Pseudoscience, Superstition, and Other Confusions of Our Time” by Michael Shermer and “The Blind Watchmaker” by Richard Dawkins.
.: Also, as I was looking for things to buy people who aren’t already on the list (see below), I couldn’t help but find things that I wanted to get for people who were already on the list. I saw a really cool math book with lots of pretty pictures that would surely appeal to a certain mathematically-inclined friend of mine, but I already got him something better. I saw an interesting science history book that would be a perfect read for my family’s resident long-distance pilot, but I had already got him something else (I ended up buying the book anyway for him, but the official excuse is that it’s “from my sister”). I noticed this bitchin’ photobook about prehistoric sea-ceatures that would bring out the inner-child in my brother, but he’s already getting what is clearly a lesser gift solely for the reason that I already purchased it. And then I came across a hilarious movie collection that I just know the token whore among my friends would love, but that I decided not to get (just out of spite).
.: All in all, my sister and I spent five hours crouched over several dozen books on the floor, just thinking of all the wonderful knowledge to be shared, and for the life of me I couldn’t locate a single gift for somebody else. Not a one. (The exception being the Pride and Prejudice miniseries for my grandmother we bought today, but I had planned long ago to get that for her, so it doesn’t really count.)