Monthly Archive for October, 2007

Santa Barbara soots me

So I am back in Santa Barbara after an amazing three and a half weeks in Oaxaca. Despite the illnesses - both the Montezuma’s Revenge and a rather nasty cold I managed to catch post-Montezuma, I still had an amazing time. I saw some lucha libre (including finally getting a photo with my favorite luchadore), went to Puerto Escondido, and hit all the major tourist sites (Monte Albán, Mitla, Hierve el Agua, etc, etc.). I drank my (and your) share of mezcal, ate plenty of mole, and made some really great friends. As much as I am glad to be home, I already miss Oaxaca - which is a testament to the amazing place it is. And, once again, thanks to Andrew and his restaurant (El Naranjo) for making my last night in Oaxaca very memorable enjoyable.

And I’d like to thank the Acadamy (I’m starting to ramble a bit)….

Unfortunately, coming home yielded some not so positive things. Typically, when I am away, I like to leave a window open to keep the place from getting too musty. There was some bad timing in that decision, as the Sedgewick Fire managed to coat Santa Barbara with a fine-grained soot - which also includes most everything in our place. I’ve spent my first day back cleaning the entire our place four times times. Compared to other places in SoCal, I should consider myself lucky. The fire in Irvine, for example, was a mere mile from where I grew up - and my parents have some friends who were evacuated (they are all back home now).

Still, not the best welcome home present.

But who am I to complain (aside from, well, me). Over three weeks in Mexico is still a great time - and no soot can rain on that experience.

Blinding me with science racism

One of the nice things about being on vacation is I get to tune out from American news for a while. As well as the Iraq War, the presidential campaigns, school shootings and other typical American nonsense, I also missed the whole Ann “Perfecting the Jews” Coulter controversy, as well as the Bill O’Reilly follow up. Actually, I’m kind of sorry I was away for those last two. The fact that Coulter continues to receive mainstream press is far more interesting a story than the bigoted stuff that falls our of her mouth. But I digress.

There was a controversy that occurred that I did want to address.

Like many things, science suffers from one major problem - it requires people to make it happen. And when you have people, you inevitably have jerks. Big jerks. Huge jerks. Jerks, for example, like Noble Prize winning microbiologist James Watson. Watson, like Ann Coulter, was about to embark on a book tour - and, while talking to The Sunday Times, he made the following statements (as published in The Times Online):

The 79-year-old geneticist said he was “inherently gloomy about the prospect of Africa” because “all our social policies are based on the fact that their intelligence is the same as ours - whereas all the testing says not really.”. He said he hoped that everyone was equal, but countered that “people who have to deal with black employees find this not true”.

He says that you should not discriminate on the basis of colour, because “there are many people of colour who are very talented, but don’t promote them when they haven’t succeeded at the lower level”. He writes that “there is no firm reason to anticipate that the intellectual capacities of peoples geographically separated in their evolution should prove to have evolved identically. Our wanting to reserve equal powers of reason as some universal heritage of humanity will not be enough to make it so”.

Of course, Watson doesn’t elaborate on the basis for such a claim or cite one bit of credible research - nor does he address even the slightest controversies in measuring intelligence.

Unlike Coulter, Watson has canceled his book tourand issued an apology (Associated Press):

“I am mortified about what has happened,” Watson said. “More importantly, I cannot understand how I could have said what I am quoted as having said.

“I can certainly understand why people, reading those words, have reacted in the ways they have. To all those who have drawn the inference from my words that Africa, as a continent, is somehow genetically inferior, I can only apologize unreservedly. That is not what I meant. More importantly from my point of view, there is no scientific basis for such a belief.”

You know when you say something that sounds so stupid you can’t believe you actually said it when it is quoted back to you the exact way that you originally said it? I hate it when that happens. One might consider that apology sincere if he hadn’t, more or less, stated the same thing in the book he was scheduled to promote (Wired):

Much of the outcry over James Watson’s low estimation of black intelligence centers on remarks he made in a Times of London interview, but he was quite open about his views in his new book, Avoid Boring People: Lessons From a Life in Science. There he wrote,

… there is no firm reason to anticipate that the intellectual capacities of peoples geographically separated in their evolution should prove to have evolved identically. Our wanting to reserve equal powers of reason as some universal heritage of humanity will not be enough to make it so.

How many book reviewers actually picked up on that? To the best of my Googling, only the Associated Press. The Boston Globe, Technology Review, Decatur Daily, MSNBC, Publisher’s Weekly, San Diego Union Tribune, St. Louis Post-Dispatch and Seed all missed it.

Assuming that Watson thinks of himself as one of those with an evolved “power of reason”, it does beg the question - how he could not know the results of saying such something so stupid?

Montezuma with a Vengeance

Not all fun and gamesYesterday, I was planning to devote most of the day to uploading my photos from Asistencia Asesoría y Administración (AAA) lucha libre event. Sundays are usually fairly quiet, given that popularity of that Jesus fellow around here, so I planned to make it a pretty calm day on the internet. I made it to one of the few cafés that happen to be open on a Sunday in order to upload the photos.

Unfortunately, something else took priority.

I’ve visited Mexico several times in the last three years, with all visits void of the dreaded Montezuma’s Revenge. I also assumed that, if one gets this rather infamous affliction, it would simply yield a generous scatological result. What I wasn’t expecting were the chills, the fever, and the most painful stomach cramps I have ever experienced to go along with a rather profound gastrointestinal… well, let’s just call it a frequent evacuation.

Despite the café having the cleanest bathroom in Oaxaca, I had to call it a day.

So now I am on some over-the-counter antibiotics for the next five days. According to pharmacist, these particular antibiotics also cure gonorrhea, pneumonia, and a bunch of other stuff that I really hope I never get. Luckily, the antibiotics seems to be working, and I am no longer wishing for Mexico’s version of Dr. Kevorkian to relieve me of my pains.

So back to the AAA event - it was awesome. Our front row seats got us extremely close to the action, and I was finally able to get a photo of myself with my favorite luchadore, Adolfo “La Parka” Tapia. All in all, it was an excellent time, and if you have a chance to see AAA lucha libre in action, you won’t be disappointed. Photos are now up and available here.

¡Yo puedo ver mi casa de aqui!

Puerto EscondidoDespite the name for Puerto Escondido, Jennifer and I were able to find it. Really, it is not all that well hidden - except the one flight to Puerto Escondido from Oaxaca City leaves at 9am in the morning, and the returning flight from Puerto Escondido to Oaxaca City leaves at 7:30am. The only thing that was hidden during our brief vacation was the sun, of which we only caught a glimpse during our first day. In spite of that, we still got plenty of pool and beach time - and even with the rain, we still had a very relaxing couple of days.

Just one more thing, our plane was small. Really small. Extremely small. So small that during our flight I distracted myself from staring out the window waiting for the wings to fall off by thinking of Our Plane Is So Small Jokes - a theme which Jennifer and I carried through our brief trip and which I will now share with you.

So before I get to the best of the best, let’s do this right.

Me: Our plane was so small.

You (altogether): How small was it?

Our plane was so small - it had a bumper sticker that said, “I brake for seagulls”.

Our plane was so small - it started circling dead animals.

Our plane was so small - old people feed it in the park.

Our plane was so small - all the passengers had to pitch in $2 for gas.

Our plane was so small - it regurgitates its food to feed its young.

Our plane was so small - in order to pressurize the cabin, the pilot farted. (That’s only one, I promise.)

Our plane was so small - it pooped on your car after you got it washed. (Okay, THAT was the last one.)

And finally…

Our plane was so small - while hunting for it, Dick Cheney shot someone in the face.

Perfecta addiction

AAA Event in Oaxaca, MexicoWe’re off to lucha libre again tonight, this time it is AAA with a main event featuring La Parka in a six man tag team match. Yes, I am very excited. Incidentally, photos from last weeks CMLL event are currently up.

We’re leaving early tomorrow morning for Puerto Escondido, and I am making the conscious decision to leave my laptop behind. Look for AAA photos sometime Saturday or Sunday.

Lastly, I leave you with the the following video. They play this in between commercials on almost every frickin’ channel we have in our apartment, so I’ve now got the song completely stuck in my head. May it plague you as much as it plagues me.

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