From the time I was born until I was about 16, my father owned a burger
joint. The Castle Burger. He opened
every day at 11 am. For many of those years, I remember the local dentist, a nightclub
owner, and two other men would take a booth and drink coffee for an hour or
so. They would sit there, sip on the
coffee, and talk about current events.
That’s how much social commentary happened. Over a cup of coffee, a glass
of beer, at the dinner table. Unbeknownst to everyone at the time that began to
change in 1993.
That’s when the European particle physics lab, CERN, gave the world the
World Wide Web.
I joined the Internet in the fall of 1994, and I created my first web
page shortly thereafter. To do that, I learned some basic html at an American
Association of Physics Teachers workshop and taught myself more advanced coding
by examining the source code of pages I liked. Web page production became a
hobby, and I changed the look of my pages almost annually – just because I
could.
One had to be technically literate to create a page,
or one had to have the money to have one created. The information was static
and flowed one way – from the content creator to the viewer. For the most part,
I think the Internet shared whatever credibility more established media
enjoyed.
Then sometimes in the 2000s, the Web changed. We now
had Web 2.0. Users became content creators without having to bother creating a
web page.
Everyone could now contribute. MySpace and Facebook
allows us to easily stay in touch; Wikipedia makes it easier for experts to
share their knowledge; Tumblr, WordPress, and Blogger make it simple for anyone
to share their thoughts.
The true democratization of the Internet.
I joined this democracy movement in April 2010. I
created my FaceBook profile. I was motivated by my desire to reach out to my
students at Rio Hondo College. I tell them what I think of them - they are the
best students at Rio Hondo and they will be the best students at whatever
university or college they transfer to, but despite their obvious interest and
perhaps because of the times, they are not always aware of the scientific,
engineering, and technological advances being made everyday. I thought that I could do something to sneak in
some learning.
Then I got a bit bored in July 2011. So one afternoon
I signed into Blogger and started Oenobareus, my blog dedicated to science and
reason written after a glass or two of Pinot Noir.
That is what I love. Both the blog and FaceBook let me
share what interests me, and my expertise. Plus they give me a creative outlet.
I try to be informative, occasionally funny, and every once in while, I let out
some righteous anger.
Let me share some of my favorite blog posts:
Transformers 3 - Dark ofthe Moon: I
applied some basic physics to calculate the gravitational effects of Cybertron
on the Earth.
Don’t Ask Marilyn - parts 1 through 4: Marilyn vos Savant is a columnist in Parade
magazine. In a 2011 column, she defends herself against a math teacher in a problem
in probability. The post prompted several emails and three other posts where I
patiently explain probability and entropy.
Santa Claus Science: Did you know it takes 11 million reindeer to pull Santa’s sleigh?
Flying Aircraft Carriers:Physics and Engineering in The Avengers: Another piece inspired by a movie. What I really
enjoy about this piece is that I hope that students (and others) realize how
one can do a quick calculation without sophisticated theories.
July 4th isHiggsdependence Day: Announcing the discovery of the Higgs boson. This was particularly fun
as I have a brother-in-law named Higgs.
Twas the Night Before What?: A Newtonian twist on
Clement Moore’s poem.
Au-some: There were many reports
in the press how scientists had discovered the nuclear process by which gold
was created. What I like about this one is I really had to delve into the
literature. Nowhere in the article was gold mentioned.
These are some of my
favorites, because I was sharing my expertise.
Why do I hate Web 2.0?
It all started late in
2011. I received a friend request from Aaron, an acquaintance of a former
student. He stated he was interested in intellectual discussions. As it turned
out he was a libertarian, anarchist, christian, young earth creationist.
And thus began
my intense dislike for Web 2.0.
Through Aaron
I found True Dinos, a Facebook profile of a Texas fellow who like dinosaurs.
This young earth creationist (YEC) witnessed a pterosaur when he was 11 years
old.
It was at
True Dinos that I ran across Cowboy Bob Sorensen and The Question Evolution
Project.
Here’s what
you need to know about TQEP:
Welcome
to "The Question Evolution Project". This is a resource that points
to information showing the failings of evolution. We are also here to encourage
people to speak out against evolutionary indoctrination.
Evolutionism
dominates the media, education and so on. Pages like this are "equal
time" to present information that is ignored and often suppressed. We
attempt to help raise awareness that true science is not afraid to examine
contrary evidence and allows alternative theories to the interpretation of the
evidence (such as creation science). Specifically, evolutionists should not
have the right to shout down, censor, censure or intimidate creationists / ID
proponents.
I first
earned the ire of Cowboy Bob, a biblical literalist, by insisting he confront his hypocrisy. I asked him if he was a geocentrist. Bob blustered about suing
me for posting screenshots from FaceBook.
I mocked Bob
after that by finding a photo of him and attaching this description: “Bob has
read one book. It has made him an expert in biology, geology, physics, and
chemistry.” Nine months later, Bob filed a Digital Millenium Copyright Act
complaint and the photo was removed from FaceBook. But not for long. I filed a counter-notification and a few
weeks later, access was restored.
Another
character is Kirk Hastings. Kirk has a few FaceBook profiles: What is Truth?,
Freedom From Atheistic Scientism, and The Question Irreligiosophy Project. Kirk
has a habit of pasting quotes. I came across one that I had to investigate.
Radio telescopes, linked
with computers, simultaneously search millions of radio frequencies for a
nonrandom, nonnatural, extraterrestrial signal—any short sequence of
information. Yet, the long sequence of information in the DNA of every living
thing on Earth is a signal from an intelligence—a vast intelligence—a Creator.
Almost all those searching for extraterrestrial life believe it evolved
naturally in outer space. If they ever accepted the DNA evidence for a Creator,
the evolutionary basis for their search would disappear.
He credits a
journalist for the journal Science and helpfully cites the volume, date, and
page number.
I downloaded
the article and searched for the quote. Even after calling him out for his
dishonesty, he continued to claim that he was accurately quoting the journalist
and insisted the quote from the very article I had in my hand. Only very
recently has he deleted the post from his timeline. I’ll take that as an
admission of guilt.
There is no
shortage of creationists to joust with. There are also plenty of cranks out
there who are willing to engage. Stupid politicians will continue to provide
comedy gold as well as provoke anger.
But I reserve
a special enmity for commenters. Even before Web 2.0, I never understood
call-in radio shows, interviews with the person on the street, and the like.
Commenting
seems to bring out the very worst especially behind a wall of anonymity. Just
this past Friday night, the CBS affiliate aired a story that hits me rather
personally.
For thirteen
years – up to 2011 – I worked with students and teachers at a private
elementary school. I coordinated the science program, developed science lessons
with the teachers, and taught all levels from pre-school to 8th
grade. Until you’ve been in a classroom with these teachers, it’s hard to
appreciate the job they choose to do.
So it was
with deep sadness that I read this story. If true, a teacher violated the trust
of a student, the parents and his co-workers.
If false, a man’s career is sidelined and his reputation is ruined. The
article states that the teacher is forbidden by the California Department of
Social Services from having any contact with any children in any facility
licensed by the department. The Whittier police department closed its
investigation and the District Attorney is not filing any charges
Let me read
you some of the 863 comments [as of 9:20 am, Sept. 8.] These are not necessarily the worst of them.
- Should have identified the despicable deviant
teacher by name.
Typical MSM and Union rats at work.
- Oh good, another liberal sicko exercising its
uninvited deviant sexual desires on others, and once again, on a child. When
liberals are not busy murdering children, or making it easier for others to
murder children, they are busy molesting the children. They call it,
"being progressive".
- No wonder he got in trouble...
He didn't say
"Obama says".
- KILL the perv!
- On one hand you have the government
brainwashing your children with communist ideologies and on the other hand they
are being molested by these freaks. If god doesn't deal with these vermin then
the people will. Soon. VERY soon.
- Another liberal pedophile who we have teaching
our kids.He needs to be swinging from a tree at the end of a rope.
- sounds like black to me.
- If I remember correctly, all pedophile teachers
are sent to Kalifornia to teach. Kalifornia does not discriminate based on
sexual preference. The zoophiles are sent there as well. What a wonderful
inclusive place to raise a family.
- Not only are the Public School
"teachers" Lefty Lemmings but they are also Pedophiles.
- I've never known a male to work as a preschool
teacher.
- If it were a male of European decent or a
Christian of any decent they would have blasted the face and name everywhere. I
am gonna bet it was either a homosexual or a minority.
- Its now open season on Johnny's fartbox.
Homosexual Sodomite Pedophiles are going to be raping children all over this
nation this school year. You get what you voted for.
- only anal tongue darts are acceptable in
California
And with that, thank you for letting me get all
this off my chest.