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Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Systemic Blunders


UnBooks

Who among us hasn't obtained a book, yet never gotten around to actually reading it?

Sometimes our unread reading materials sit forever on the nightstand or coffee table or in the other little room in the house where old dog-eared magazines go to spend their last days.

And then there are all those "I could write a book" moments where you can imagine yourself (or someone you know) writing a book that, in your heart, you know will never get written, let alone published or read.

And so, we need UnBooks, where all that really exists is the concept, the title, and the cover art. No need to actually write or read the inner text.

One of the nice things about UnBooks is that you can print the covers on thin disposable sheets of paper, just to remind yourself of the non-existence of imaginary UnBooks.

And so, without further ado, here are some of my favorite UnBooks that I can imagine and appreciate without bothering to open the cover to thumb the pages inside.

Chaos Publishing House is chagrined to present this burgeoning series of UnBooks on the unifying theme of Systemic Blunders.


Systemic Blunders 

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Friday, October 09, 2015

PferdeScheiße


PferdeScheiße is a German word that translates into English as Horse Dookie.

If one is a scientist, and one tentatively adopts a working hypothesis that happens to be bogus — one that happens to be PferdeScheiße — and then diligently computes the consequences of that stinky hypothesis, one will compute a prediction that disagrees with experience or experimental observation.

So, for example, if you hypothesize PferdeScheiße, you might anticipate that there is a pony in there somewhere. And you might spend the rest of your life sifting through that stinking mound of PferdeScheiße searching for the elusive pony.

In the immortal words of Jackie Mason, "I wanna wish you the best of luck."

Over on Google Plus, I keep running into children who believe there must be a pony in there somewhere.

Apparently, they don't understand why, if they blithely assume the existence of PferdeScheiße, the anticipated pony never shows up. They inexplicably call that scientifically predictable disappointment a Paradox.


"Bullshit" in American Sign Language

Sunday, October 04, 2015

Bearing Accurate Witness

From time to time, one experiences unjust, unethical, and/or unprofessional treatment from another individual.

Since everyone has an unalienable right to tell the true story of their own life, it is my practice to record and document such lamentable misadventures for future reference.

The latest episode in this pattern occurred recently when Jera Wolfe and Mark Larkento conspired to acquire and sequester four months of my academic work in a discussion group which they now jointly own and control.

I demanded that Jera restore to me access to the corpus of my own work, after he acted to deny me access to it. He adamantly refused.

Here is the unedited and unredacted record of that lamentable misadventure.