The more knowledge there is, the less of a proportion anyone can know of it. If you seek to broaden your knowledge, you also tend to make it shallower as well, and when the depth of the knowledge is increasing all the time, this means people are more and more out of their depth about anything outside of specializations.
Very well put, Ben. This is the reason I admire PAS and remain in awe of the knowledge displayed here. I try to keep up with debates and wonder, as many do, whether aberrant weather and natural disasters are indicators of a larger pattern of irreversible climate change. Nevertheless (and to be perfectly honest), much of my unwillingness to listen to counter-arguments from climate change deniers (Wishart et al) is more to do with a strong distaste for their general politics, rather any arguments (spurious or otherwise) which they might offer.
What fools we mortals be.
Precisely what I thought as tidied up the vege garden yesterday, listening to the roar of V8s in downtown Hamilton. Had a dour laugh or two when I saw a HCC sign suggesting that spectators take a 'green' route by walking to the track--so they could watch expensive cars going round and round in circles, burning up finite fossil fuel!
Interesting to see all the news reporters around the globe studiously avoiding pronouncing the real name of that which will forever be known as That Bloody Volcano in Iceland
Excellent interview with McVicar, Russell. Perhaps you could have thrown him the line ...common sense is just what we call our prejudices...
But then a good half of my (second year film) students used to write "woman" for the plural.
Mine have problems with there and their, and are completely bewildered by they're
Karl from CactusLab's two year-old daughter's first five minutes with the iPad
Great stuff! I have sent this on to my PhD student Annemarie in Tauranga, for she is doing a study of preschoolers and their media use. Another reminder of the tactile relationship young children have with media.
Have been away from PAS for a few days and I have missed it. Spent a few days ploughing my way through a pile of post-Easter essay marking--sitting in the sun by the gentle lapping waters of Collingwood (Golden Bay) made it less of a trial. The tide comes in, then retreats to the horizon, then returns again.
Loved that clip--certainly more instructive than the Russian Mayonnaise Tour: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uNOFhoWeZfk
Bjork is so endearing. I will use this piece in my TV course next semester.
More on Iceland, from the weekly updates from The Word:
The epic chorales of Sigur Rós are
ong-standing Word favourites, so we
are delighted to bring you this
preview of the solo LP by their singer
and co-architect Jón Thor Birgisson.
Following Riceboy Sleeps, last year's
chiefly instrumental album, Go is a
big old blast of North Atlantic
exhilaration and proof that, even if
their economy has disappeared o
vernight, Iceland's hardy populace are
not letting it get them down.
Contrasting with Sigur Rós's giant
curtain walls of guitar (why has no
one yet called it the "glacier of
sound"?), Jónsi's solo album is a
joyous toybox of a record. Brass,
strings, oddball percussion, woodwind
and piano are in full spate, chiefly
arranged by Björk/Antony And The
Johnsons collaborator Nico Mulhy. The
cumulative effect is both of a piece
with Sigur Rós's quasi-religious
anthems and completely different from
them. It's an explosion of pure
delight and we think you'll like it.
Pop fact: "lilikol" is Hawaiian for
But it does seem that Iceland is quite a strange place.
A strange place and a wonderful place. I'm sure they say the same thing about us.
I find that Icelandic films help in diminishing the mystery. Just showed Cold Fever (an Icelandic/Japanese road movie made in 1994) to my students this week.
Incidentally (it being almost Friday free-for-all), I will be in Wellington April 12-16 working with the MinofEd. Are there any Wellington PAS events/get-togethers which I might be able to sidle up to?
as much from the public purse as they can.
Hmmm, second thoughts, I just had a vision of Gerry Brownlee in a thong...
Well, that has put me off any thoughts of cake!