Monday, March 14, 2016

PI Day

Today, March 14 (3-14) is Albert Einstein's birthday.
It's also PI Day (3.14).

But only in the USA, since we put the month before the day.
Everywhere else, today is 14-3.

Mr. Rogers associated the number "143" with the phrase "I love you."
("I" = one letter, "love" = four letters, "you" = three letters)

But whether you see today as 3.14 or 14.3,
The 14th day of March is a reminder of what really matters:

We should learn something new today.
We should love more deeply today.

It's also a good excuse to go have a piece of pie.

Monday, January 25, 2016

A Reaction to the New Star Wars

If you haven't seen Star Wars: the Force Awakens, then don't read any further. Spoiler warning...



Even though it's been long enough that, if you care at all about spoilers, you've already seen the movie...



Still... "Spoiler Warning..."








Okay, here we go...

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

October 21, 2015

Today is October 21, 2015, the day when Marty McFly and Doc Brown travel to "the future" in the second installment of the Back to the Future films. The Internet has been all over this.

I saw a picture of Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd dressed as Marty and Doc getting out of a DeLorean on Jimmy Kimmel's show. This is a pretty significant day for a lot of people.

Today is also Carrie Fisher's 59th birthday.

Seems appropriate, since all I've heard about this week is the upcoming Star Wars movie and the old Back to the Future trilogy. I admit, I'm excited about Star Wars too. Call it nostalgia, but my mind has been stuck in the previous millennium all week.

I'm almost finished with the final season of Xena, Warrior Princess on Netflix.

My 40th year of life has brought with it the sober realization that I am not immortal. I have known this for a while, but now I can feel it. It's not a health issue. I'm in better shape now than when I was 20. It's a... spiritual thing (for lack of a better word).

As much as I wish I were immortal, I am equally grateful that I'm not, for no other reason than I can only dwell on the constant changes in life for so long. If there's an afterlife, I can only hope that it's not as in flux as this life.

I'll hear a song that takes my mind back to a particular moment in time. Then I think about how much has changed.- how much I've changed - in the years between then and now. No song effects me that way quite like "No Rain" by Blind Melon.

I can't explain it, but that single song got me through an entire summer of despair.

Shannon Hoon, lead singer of Blind Melon, died from a drug overdose on October 21, 1995.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Skeptic First

The labels "atheist" and "agnostic" are explicitly negative. I don't mean that they are bad, but that they convey the lack of something, or the state of being "not X." God is commonly referred to as "eternal" (no time) and "infinite" (not finite), which are negative descriptions, but certainly not bad. Likewise, "a-theist" = "no god" (literally), and "no belief in god" (implicitly), and "a-gnostic" = "no knowledge." I know very little about cars, so one could say I'm fairly agnostic about the inner working of automobiles. The "skeptic" label is also negative, although implicitly. A skeptic withholds judgment and intellectual assent until sufficient evidence, argument, and reason arise to warrant belief or acceptance of the proposition in question. The skeptic will not believe in X (here we find the implicit negative) until one has good reason to believe in X.

"Skeptic" is also implicitly positive. A skeptic wants to know truth. A skeptic lives as though one is on a journey - a pilgrimage for some - towards a better understanding of the cosmos and ourselves. 

Of all the labels used by the atheist/agnostic/freethinker/skeptic community, I am convinced skeptic is the most important. Some disagree with me, and their reasons are worth consideration. Chief among them (in my mind) is that a label like "atheist" still carries negative (and I mean "negative" in the colloquial sense of being bad) connotations which fuel prejudice and misconceptions about what kind of people atheists are, and the more open and expressive we are with the label, the better our chances of convincing more people that we're not baby-eaters or devoid of morality or followers of the Dark Lord.

When you read "Dark Lord," who did you think of first: Sauron or Voldemort?

Well you're both wrong. 

They are right insofar as we should be willing to show people who we are and encourage them to see us for who we are, not who they fear we are. I don't wish to argue with their point, but rather supplement it with my own.

While many atheists became such because they were first skeptics, one can be an atheist and not a skeptic. They are not synonymous. Likewise, one can be a Christian and be a skeptic, simply because skeptics can actually disagree with each other. The day every person in the world who identifies as a "skeptic" agrees about everything is the day we've likely lost any semblance of being skeptics.

Granted, the nature of having faith makes being a skeptic more difficult. This was exemplified in the debate held back in February between Bill Nye and Ken Ham when each was asked: "What, if anything, would ever change your mind?" Ken Ham's answer was "Nothing," whereas Bill Nye's response was "Just one piece of evidence."

The soul of skepticism is the willingness to change one's mind when presented with a good reason to do so. the foundation of faith is the acceptance of certain tenets and beliefs and reliance upon their veracity independent of whether there is evidence for or against those tenets.

The reason I say that "skeptic" is the most important label we can use is because our skepticism is what has propelled us towards further advancements in science, technology, and medicine, and given us the knowledge and understanding of the world we currently have. It's the pursuit of truth, not the conformity to comfort, that will truly satisfy our instinctive curiosity, help us find fulfillment, and give us hope for the future.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Prejudice Peddled as Piety

When I see comments like these, I find that I, in the words of the younger generation, can't even right now. I spent five years writing on this blog in the attempt to figure out who I am, what I believe, and what I stand for. I eventually came to an understanding of myself, and while the journey of discovery is never complete while I still draw breath, I achieved a state of self-awareness. I spent years struggling through literal sweat and tears trying to "find myself." I suffered the slings and arrows of criticism, insults, and judgment, often from those I considered very close and dear to me. I know what it's like to not be understood, and to have people who speak of "love" and "grace" refuse to even try to understand or listen.

I also know now that everything I've gone through is minor compared to the injustice and pain that has been inflicted on those who do not have my heterosexual cisgender white male privilege.  What I experienced, in comparison to what others have experienced, is like comparing being blind for a day versus being blind since birth. I can't really understand what it's like to live their lives. Even "walking a mile in their shoes" would give me only a brief, blurry glimpse of their condition.

People like William Lane Craig will continue to live out prejudice peddled as piety. They will still refuse to listen. But this has been a monumental week: the Confederate flag got ripped down and the Internet became filled with rainbows. But the fight isn't over. This is just the beginning. Now we continue to show the world that #LoveWins.

Friday, June 26, 2015


Niagra Falls

The White House

The Empire State Building

Monday, February 9, 2015

Birthday Cake

This was the cake Beth had made for my Birthday Annual Survival Recognition Day cake for my party Saturday night. In case you're unsure, that is a ninja riding a unicorn, and each of them is holding a lightsaber.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015


Today I turn 40 years old. Today is my 40th Annual Survival Recognition Day: my 40th revolution around our sun. I, like Solomon Grundy, was born on a Monday.

If I believed in luck, 3 would be my lucky number.

Tonight my fiancée and I will celebrate with cake and presents. My big party will be this Saturday. That's saying a lot, because I don't normally acknowledge or celebrate my birthday. I realized this year that I never celebrated my birthday because I never felt I deserved it. But 40 is a special time, and I have many reasons to celebrate.

To be honest, I have no idea what 40 is supposed to feel like or look like, but here I am this morning. Aside from the sinus infection I get every year around my birthday, I feel great. My life is filled with happiness and love, and it's been a long time coming.

I've said that I spent my 20s pretending to be someone I wasn't; I spent my 30s figuring out who I am; I'll spend my 40s seeking out who I should become.

I'm looking forward to my next decade of life.