Of course, Jeanson ignores another rather obvious and difficult problem: if the Universe is 6000 years old, how do we see galaxies billions of light years away? Creationists have to bob and weave a lot to answer that one. Perhaps the light was created already on its way, or the Universe was created appearing old already. But that would be awfully tricky of a creator, trying to fool us by providing millions of individual bits of evidence of an old Universe but then saying it’s young.
I thought deception was someone else’s purview in the Bible.
I love Phil Plait’s blog. He’s on the same page as me (except his pages get published and read by thousands).
Just sent off this as a sample blog posting to New Scientist in response to their call for graduate bloggers.
Yes I am aware that I graduated 4 years ago and probably a bit old for what they are after….but I’m still as clueless about what to do as the day I left uni.
So that should make up for it….right?
Return to Oz
Day 291 of my international adventure comes to an end and I’ve started to look towards my inevitable return to the Land of Oz. While I don’t have a headless witch or freaky, cyborg wheelers chasing me around I am still looking for the right road to take.
Vancouver is an amazing city and a twenty something’s paradise. With the ocean on your doorstep, giant mountains in your backyard, not to mention the amazing music scene and nightlife, it’s not hard to find reasons to stay. But finding any work that is more than casual is not as easy. My network doesn’t extend this far across the Pacific Ocean and jobs seem to be popping up back in Australia.
Do I abandon my whirlwind travels or be content earning chicken feed and stalling my career? Do I pursue further study or find a job to throw myself into? There are too many options at the moment (as well as too many movie references) and I’m having a hard time figuring out which ones I need to touch to bring to life and which ones will turn me to stone.
I’ve come up with one possible solution: take a cue from the movie, join the environmental revolution and go green.
So I just got an email telling me I would be “ranked highly” if I applied for this job that is pretty much perfect for me. Working along side the Outreach and Education Manager for the International Centre for Radio Astronomy Research.
The catch is it will probably mean going back to Perth way earlier than planned and abandoning this life I’ve just started to build in Vancouver.
Blah blah I know I’m complaining about choosing between two awesome options, but some days I wish I didn’t have a choice, at least that way I would know what I have to do.
Now I know that anyone who lives in another country will always have an endless list of the differences between the two cities/cultures/people/fashions/language etc and that shit can get tiring after a while.
But on my recent, brief, return to Australia after living in Vancouver for nine months a few differences were accentuated and some new ones revealed and I’m going to list my top five…so deal with it.
The sky is bluer in Perth - This may seem like crazy talk but it was the first thing I noticed when I stepped outside. The deep Azure blue of the sky, it was breathtaking. Vancouver seems to always have a covering of grey clouds or a slight haze.
You can see so many more stars in Perth - I used to think that Perth had a crappy view of the night sky, affected by the urban sprawl. But compared to Vancouver, Perth is an observatory.
The Australian 50c coin is…ridiculous - 31.5mm across and weighing 15.55g I suspect it is the most annoying coin currently in circulation anywhere in the world. Belts are mandatory when carrying more than one in your pocket.
Beer is expensive in Perth. I paid $12 AUD for a pint of beer one night. A PINT. You can get a jug/pitcher for that price here and the beer wasn’t even anything special.
My hair looks better in Australia - something about the water and the lack of humidity I suspect, but damn I looked good.
“The capacity of this bimbo to combine her smugly invincible ignorance with the vicious cunning a rabble rouser inciting a lynch mob and evade consequences for her actions by hiding behind her Princess Winky Sparkleburst National Review pornstar persona always amazes me. But, damn, even for her, this is so vile it really takes your breath away.”
This is well LOL. There is no doubt she didn’t write the statement. The term “Orwellian” is used in it. I’m more than certain she wouldn’t even know who George Orwell is, let alone how/why something might be representative of his work.