In all of the chaos and confusion of the last couple of weeks, I forgot to blog about this….
At about 10:30am on Tuesday, March 13, I was walking from my apartment to the bus-stop on 2nd Avenue, to catch the bus to SeaTac and then fly to London. It was a bright, sunny morning. As I walked down 5th Avenue towards South Jackson Street, all of the seagulls and pigeons took off and started flying this way and that, making a tremendous racket. And suddenly they all disappeared, and everything was strangely quiet….
Looking up, I saw a Bald Eagle swooping towards me, and then lifting effortlessly over the Union Station buildings. It was unmistakable, and magnificent.
Author: geoff
"It is as if the government in London had lost control of Reading"
There’s a sobering piece by Patrick Cockburn in the Independent entitled And they call it peace: Inside Iraq, four years on:
The difficulty of reporting Iraq is that it is impossibly dangerous to know what is happening in most of the country outside central Baghdad. Bush and Blair hint that large parts of Iraq are at peace; untrue, but difficult to disprove without getting killed in the attempt. My best bet was to go to Sulaymaniyah[…] then drive south, sticking to a road running through Kurdish towns and villages to Khanaqin, a relatively safe Kurdish enclave in north-east Diyala province, one of the more violent places in Iraq.
We start for the south through heavy rain, and turn sharp east at Kalar, a grubby Kurdish town, to Jalawlah, a mixed Kurdish and Arab town where there has been fighting. […] We go to the heavily guarded office of the deputy head of the PUK, Mamosta Saleh, who says the situation in Diyala is getting worse. The insurgents have control of Baquba, the provincial capital….
Baquba is only 30 miles from Baghdad. It is as if the government in London had lost control of Reading.
Or as if the government in Washington DC had lost control of Annapolis or Baltimore..
US vs French Medical Care
Over at HuffPo, Martin Varsavsky describes his experience of French health care:
The case: I had a 3 cm cut on my chest that urgently required stitches. I was rushed to Hopital St Antoine which is not far from Place des Vosges where we have an apartment (my wife is French and we come frequently to Paris). I was successfully treated and sent home in less than 90 minutes.
This is consistent with my memories of treatment in England, too; perhaps Alec can comment. And the bottom line:
America probably has the best doctors in the world, the best medical research in the world and the best hospitals in the world. Once an American medical professional gets to treat you the medical care is great. It is not the treatment itself that is better in France, indeed I am sure that on many occasions it could be worse. But what´s wrong with the American health experience is that it is invaded by a lot of elements that are foreign to medicine. The result is [that] Americans spend the most in the world on medicine but […] rank 48th in the world in life expectancy. France is 16th.
Free will at the FT
There’s a nice review of books related to the “free will” debate over at the Financial Times. If you’re unfamiliar with the radical findings of Libet et al, you should check it out. I’m regretting the fact that I didn’t pick up Four Views on Free Will by John Martin Fischer, Robert Kane, Derk Pereboom and Manuel Vargas, when I was recently in Blackwell’s. I guess I can wait until it’s released in the US….
Beyond Belief 2006
How I’m planning to spend much of this weekend: watching the videos of the Beyond Belief 2006 conference.
After two centuries, could this be twilight for the Enlightenment project and the beginning of a new age of unreason? Will faith and dogma trump rational inquiry, or will it be possible to reconcile religious and scientific worldviews? Can evolutionary biology, anthropology and neuroscience help us to better understand how we construct beliefs, and experience empathy, fear and awe? Can science help us create a new rational narrative as poetic and powerful as those that have traditionally sustained societies? Can we treat religion as a natural phenomenon? Can we be good without God? And if not God, then what?
This is a critical moment in the human situation, and The Science Network in association with the Crick-Jacobs Center brought together an extraordinary group of scientists and philosophers to explore answers to these questions. The conversation took place at the Salk Institute, La Jolla, CA from November 5-7, 2006.
A B.Sc. in homeopathy? Sometimes I'm embarrassed to be English…..
As reported in Nature, some British universituies are offering B.Sc. degrees in homeopathy and other alternative therapies. But…
Finding out exactly what is taught in the courses is not straightforward. Ben Goldacre, a London-based medical doctor, journalist and frequent critic of homeopathy, says that several universities have refused to let him see their course materials. “I can’t imagine what they’re teaching,” he says. “I can only imagine that they teach that it’s OK to cherry-pick evidence. That’s totally unacceptable.”
Pharmacologist David Colquhoun of University College London has had the same problem, and is now using freedom-of-information legislation to get access to course materials after having numerous requests refused. The University of Central Lancashire and the University of Salford both declined requests to talk to Nature or share details of their homeopathy degrees.
Now why would they do that? Surely homeopathy is going to be treated the same as other treatment regimes, with double-blind tests to avoid bias. Not exactly….
“Trying to do what I do in that context didn’t work very well,” says Clare Relton, a practising homeopath who is conducting research into homeopathy at the University of Sheffield and has taken part in a clinical trial designed to assess homeopathic treatments for chronic fatigue syndrome. “I found it difficult to build a therapeutic relationship,” she says. Relton argues that homeopathy is scientific, but that the problem of trust means that double-blind trials aren’t the best way to measure its effectiveness. Instead, she and other homeopaths prefer to rely on more qualitative methods, such as case studies and non-blinded comparisons of treatment options.
In other words, it’s just a placebo. Placebos have their place, but let’s not pretend that there’s anything more going on. And for goodness sake, don’t pretend that this is a science.
Overdoing it a bit, I think…
It’s 1:40am; I’ve just got back to my apartment in Seattle after flying LHR-ORD-SEA. Heathrow was a zoo, but not quite as bad as last time (55 minutes to check in, 35 minutes to get through security). We had strong headwinds all the way; both flights were 100% full, but at least I had aisle seats. Amusingly the Daylight Savings Time bug showed up in the airshow map software on the LHR-ORD leg. The display kept insisting that we were going to land at Chicago just after 4pm, even though the scheduled arrival time was after 5pm. As we taxiied in, a frustrated FA finally announced that “the local time is actually 5:20… the display is wrong.”
My next flight (to Reno) departs SEA in exactly 8 hours, so I figure I should be able to squeeze in 4 hours sleep… if I can actually persuade my body to sleep, of course! All this comes one day after I picked up my aunt from Weston-super-Mare to visit my mother at hospital in Oxford, and then drove her home again: total distance around 400 miles, in intermittent sleet, hail, bright sunshine, lashing rain, and gale-force crosswinds. It was a weird day…..
Garrison Keillor is allergic to hyphens – the idiot
I finally got around to reading Garrison Keillor’s snide little piece on gay marriage at Salon.com. Clearly he believes that it’s more important to hide the real complexity of life than to deal with it, embrace it. So what if “gay marriage will produce a whole new string of hyphenated relatives”. My family loved Tom (my father’s partner, friend, and lover for over 20 years), and we’d have been happy to call him by a family name rather than the euphemistic “partner”.
Schmuck!
Pie and wi-fi
Another free wireless hotspot… this time it’s pie minster in the Covered Market in Oxford. I popped in for a “minty lamb pie” for lunch, and stayed for cappucino and wi-fi.
Yesterday evening I made the mistake of turning on the TV. (Lorna does have a small one, mostly to play back videotapes of documentaries she’s been involved in.) It was a surreal experience. On two channels, there were back-to-back programs about food and health, including segments about food addicts who weigh 30 to 60 stone (US: multiply by 14 to get pounds). And then over on BBC2 there seemed to be non-stop cookery programs. (BBC1 seemed to be doing a UK version of American Idol – equally inane.)
However there is no doubt whatsoever about what’s the best of the new (to me) TV shows. It is, of course Shaun the Sheep. Sheer brilliance from Aardman.
Civilized blogging
I’m presently seated in The Fishes, a delightful pub/restaurant not far from my mother’s house in Oxford. The establishment offers three of the essentials of the good life: beer (I’m drinking a pint of Bateman’s), food (a pork steak is being prepared for me), and free wi-fi. What more could one want?
I visited my mother at the JR yesterday and today. (Her sister, Ru, was here today – it was lovely to see her again.) Lorna is doing pretty well, and is likely to to be transferred to an “IRB” (intermediate recovery bed – oh, the jargon you’ll learn) in a day or two.
The second leg of my flight was entirely uneventful, and we got in to Heathrow without having to hold. I think that’s a first for me. I encountered a new approach at the car rental (Alamo): after they’d processed my reservation, they told me to go out to the car park and choose any car in my group (“K”) that I fancied. I looked at a couple of sporty cars, then remembered that I might be ferrying elderly people and chose a Citroen G (I think) – very upright, good headroom. It was a very good selling point; if they do this in the US as well, I may well switch from my usual provider (Avis).
The food has now arrived. More later…..
UPDATE: Very tasty. Dessert too. And the coffee came with a little bowl of Smarties. (That’s “M&Ms” for those of you in the colonies…..) Now I must pay for it. Of course my Visa card isn’t equipped for chip’n’pin…….