Monthly Archives: November 2005

Evolution, Scientology Style

I was wondering what Scientology's take on the whole evolution / Intelligent Design debate was. So, I Googled.

I found a hilarious overview at the Skeptic Friends Network:

    Our next evolutionary stage was the CLAM, a “scalloped-lip, white-shelled creature.” We CLAMS had a host of problems, the first being the birth of our “epicentres [sic] of [what] became the human jaw.” Other than that, some of the CLAM's misadventures included not being able to close its jaws when needed. For instance, it would “get its shell stuck open and be unable to shut it.” Ouch! Also, it would be washed ashore and “bake under a frying sun,” which, by the way, causes people to have sunburns if this memory of being a CLAM is “stimulated.”

    The main course of reproduction for the CLAM was using spores, which were on the lip and “permitted to grow.” These spores, you should know, could “burst” and be “sudden and painful.” (And, ignore the fact that real-life clams don't propagate this way.) These spores, however, “gave `incident' which permitted the human teeth to have a pattern.”

    If you want to “stimulate” a person into remembering their life as a CLAM, you need only to ask, “Can you imagine a clam sitting on the beach, opening and closing its shell rapidly?” Then you should make a motion with your thumb and forefinger opening and closing. According to Hubbard, the person might “grip his jaws … and feel quite upset.” He or she might even say something about the “poor clam,” become depressed, and, in some cases, fall into a stupor.

Wow. But, it gets better:

    Next is the WEEPER (also known as the BOOHOO), another shell animal, whose “plights are many and pathetic” — but, sad to say, yet another stage of our evolution. Its experiences are very hard to distinguish from the CLAM's. For instance, it also lay on the beach “as seaweed and a dying clam.” The WEEPER or BOOHOO also struggled to open its jaws, and when it did so to grab some food… POW — it might “get a wave in the shell” along with unwanted sand. This was an anxious period of our evolution, obviously.

    The WEEPER had to breathe oxygen at some point, so it regularly pumped out salt water to inhale “atmosphere.” This is why we cry! We “pump out the salt water” to relieve ourselves; or, as Hubbard says, “…[cry] out a grief charge…”

    This WEEPER had two “pumping tubes” which later “evolved” into “the eyes of a human being.” Naturally, it had some problems since it lived on the “edge on the surf” and had to furiously pump to eat or breathe.

Awesome stuff. And that was just the first Google hit ! I must learn more.

Come lie about You and Me

(via Jeff VanderMeer):

    If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

    When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Start Your iPods (special iTunes-only edition)

This (short) work week, iTunes (not the iPod) starts me off with:

  1. Donovan - Hurgy Gurdy Man
  2. King Crimson - Sleepless
  3. Big Star - Don't Lie To Me
  4. Scud Mountain Boys - Scratch Ticket
  5. The Wrens - Per Second Second
  6. Unrest - Bonus Track (I'm Sailing Away)
  7. Sunny Day Real Estate - Friday
  8. Yo La Tengo - The One To Cry
  9. Miles Davis - Bluing
  10. Beth Gibbons - Drake

And I'm going to the zoo.

British Wit

Here's a little bit of a review of a paper airplane competition:

    In the best tradition of British inventions, this [the "Avenger"] repeatedly went into terminal nose dives in spite of complex flaps and tucks which had earned the judges' admiration.

ha.

T-Day

The turkey's brining, two bags of apples and one of potatoes await peeling. Many tons of stuffing and pie are just wisps of thought yet. But there's wine as far as the eye can see. We will eat like kings, the two of us. The house-building crew across the street started hammering at 7:30 AM today, just like every other day - framing is almost complete! I expect the painters or hardwood guys will be in there on Christmas morning. A pox on them and their's. Happy T-day to the rest of you.

The Nuclear Playboy

Glossy paper, the kind used for printing magazines with a lot of photographs for example, is usually made with a substance called "kaolin". Kaolin's a clay that's used as a filler to spackle over the little irregularities and holes left by the fibers that forms the bulk of the paper. It's also somewhat radioactive.