Tuesday, 29 October 2013

Put your morals where your mouth is

I am a vegetarian, if you have read all my posts then you might not have known that, because I don't make a big deal about it.  Well there were a few posts that I did talk about it, but not many.  I don't make a big deal about it, even though I am sure that not eating meat is the correct way to live, because it IS still a choice and not a necessity, yet.  But I strongly disagree with people who act like hypocrites when they call for a ban on one type of meat.

What am I talking about?  I just heard that there is a call for Americans to boycott Canadian seafood, to stop the hunting of seals.  Really?  Come off it. No really.  They are calling for a boycott because of seals?  If this was really about seals, why not a boycott on seals?  

There is no boycott on seals because most people don't eat seals, but maybe they should.  Most people identify with seals as the animal that lives in zoos or plays with balls and do tricks at circuses and marine parks, but why not as an entree at McDonalds?  Maybe it is because we see that they can do tricks and that they must be intelligent.  Cows don't do tricks, they are not in zoos and they are not in display but that does not mean they are not intelligent, right?  Nor does it mean that they are any less intelligent than seals.  But we eat cows and we would not want to find out that they are intelligent because of that.  

Fish don't count, because they are fish and not like us.  They are not cute and they are not mammals.  Lobsters are not fish either, they are more closely related to insects.  Why not boycott Canadian oil that would actually cause Canada to ban the hunting of seals in a heart beat.  Boycotting Canadian Seafood just causes Canadian fisher folk financial difficulties, they might have to do something else, like find other markets, like Europe or China.  

I wonder what motivates these people?  I think what they are thinking is that seals are covered with white fur and have big black eyes and are new born pups and that they are destined to be fur coats.  They are not.  They are big and heavy, hundreds of kilos and are not so cute.  

Perhaps it is because they think that slaughtering seals is inhumane.  I think all killing is inhumane, but perhaps maybe we should call it humanlike.  If a seal is pulled onto a boat and has its throat slit, is that really so bad?  Cattle are shipped to distant locals by truck and by train, confined to close quarters and then off to be slaughtered, shot in the head and their throats slit.  That is more humanlike than what the seals get, they die quickly after capture.  The unlucky cow or hog most likely spent its days in a tiny cell and never smells fresh air until it gets it's trip to the slaughterhouse.  How humanlike.  Fish, dragged up in huge nets and dropped into large holds where they slowly suffocate. How humanlike.  Actually the fishing is still better than the cows and the pigs.

This boycott is just stupid.  Unless it turns out that they are actually trying to drive up the price of American Seafood by cutting out other players, but that would just be dishonest.  I have more respect for PETA, who in the very least suggest that all animal products should be banned and whose members only eat plants.  

Sunday, 20 October 2013

Desert Hawk

There is a sad fact about roleplaying games and that is that they are dependent on people to make them good.  You need a competent Story Teller and you need competent players.  If you had a board game, the competent players would almost always win, but in a Role-Playing game, where there are no winners or losers only good times and bad times, competence is a prerequisite.  Well at least equal competence.

There was this one time that my friend wanted to tell a story and I asked to play it, as I had a concept that I wanted to play through.  I set up my character Desert Hawk as a mercenary captain of an independent mercenary soldiers.  


I had made a fortune and had sunk a considerable portion of that wealth into purchasing six perfectly crafted weapons, four pistols and two rifles.  Perfect means that they were crafted beyond exceptionally and they are a little bit shy of being magical, indeed they are so good that they could be considered magical, but they are not.  Purchasing them had cost me most of my wealth.

But that was the present, I had been born a few decades previously in the land of An-Teng, which was the vacation destination of choice for exalts for thousands of years.  In our history we served the Solar Anathema loyally for millennia, so that when they were overthrown, our entire populous was looked upon as traitors, but we continued our obsequious servitude to the victors of the revolution and were thus spared.  

We were trained from birth to revere the Dragon Blooded and never look directly at one, unless commanded to do otherwise.  Indeed we were trained to kneel and bow with our foreheads touching the ground whenever one was near.  The Patricians of the Realm were treated likewise, as one could never be sure; we were completely subservient.  We were raised as strongly to fear the Anathema and to watch for the signs of one.  

After I left An-Teng, I joined up with an auxiliary of one of the Famed Realm Legions and trained with them.  I learned how to fire a bow and later to use the artillery.  I learned many skills that one could trade in the wider world.   Due to my varied skills  I soon left their ranks to join a mercenary company in the pay of the same legion.  The pay was better and the risks were lower, but most of all the company valued my skills whereas the Realm legionaries looked down on them.  It was with them that I first learned to use fire weapons.


A good character has a solid backstory that they can fall back on and a good understanding of the setting.  I based my character in a real in game nation so that I could fall back on all the history and the character of an actual known region so I could say that I reacted this way because that is the way that someone would act from this country.  

The story was a Solar Campaign, but most of e world has been taught that Solar Exalted are very real nightmares.  I picked a origin story that would provide a lot of personal angst and growing opportunities.  I also selected weapons that I could use as an Exalt with the charms that I was going to pick.  I was going to play a character that only knew Martial Arts Charms in the beginning.  There were a few reasons, first the martial art in question was very cool, it used flame pieces and fire wands as weapons.  Secondly, I rarely get to play so I wanted to feel how the martial art worked first hand, and mostly and lastly because Fire Weapons in Exalted are much cooler than just guns in other games.  They are not pistols and rifles, at all, save in a few ways.

It is the Storyteller's job to either mold the story to the characters present or to set restrictions on character choices.  My storyteller was weak and I did not know it at the time.  I had been running games for him off and on for five years, and he had all the books, but it did not occur to me that he had not read any of them.  He passed the character on as being good for the story.


Desert Hawk was told that his mercenary company was not allowed in the core of Chiaroscuro because the Tri-Khan rulers had judged that as we had just come from the Veng States our loyalties were suspect (my idea). I had heard about a particular tea house where I might meet a potential employer that would meet our required payments.  One hundred trained soldier using fire dust weapons is still expensive close to the Pole of Fire, where fire dust is at least more common.  

Upon reaching the tea house I discovered some very unnatural truths about my potential employers: one of them was a monster and the other one was a soul devouring, baby eating Solar Anathema, a creature whom I was warned about from my cradle as the worst of the worst horrors that could ever exist. As my bowels turned to ice water and my stomach began to heave, I stilled myself and tried to form a plan as to how I could escape and warn the Realm, perhaps as a secondary goal, prove my loyalty.

I tried to remain calm and must have succeeded as my fowl potential employers did not notice my discomfort.  After what seemed to be an eternity, I managed to get them to agree to letting me go to gather my mercenary company.  I did not go directly to the outer city  to my troops, but headed in that direction initially but then headed to the main barracks where the Realm might have a post.  

When I found the correct location I headed directly in and asked to speak to a representative of the Wyld Hunt, the elite fighting force trained to clear the Anathema from Creation.  I was not so lucky, but there was a few Dragon Blooded in the City at the time and they were summoned, as much as any mortal can actually summon one who has been blessed by the Gods to rule all. 

When they entered the Hall, I was in a prostrate kneel, with my forehead pressed into to marble floor, arms raised above my head in complete submissive supplication.  I gave my report to them in this fashion and they quickly determined that they needed to confront this menace, that could destroy the entire city if it was left to fester.  I asked only one thing of them, as I required no reward for doing my duty to Creation by reporting this manifestation of pure evil, but wished to see with my own eyes the terrible Holy wrath of the Terrestrial Exalted as they destroyed the Demon.  They agreed to my wishes, as it seemed a just reward, a tale that I would be able to tell my grandchildren one day.

The Dragon Blooded took all of the scares resources they had at their disposal, including one hundred twenty-five elite soldiers, the black and red jade arms and armour that the two Exalted owned and headed out to the tea house I described.  Outside it while the most Illuminated Dragon Blooded began to call out the Solar Anathema so he could be destroyed, I set up my two Firewands and made sure my four Flame Pieces were loaded and loose in their holsters.

The Hubris of the Anathema was great and he entered the field of battle with his shock troops.  He was wreathed in fire that surely was gifted on him powerful Demons form the Demon world of Maelfious.  The elite soldiers of the Realm quaked before him and his power was felt as a crushing grip upon my heart, squeezing tightly.  He drew his demon blessed diaklave and issued a challenge to the Realm.  Such fear he put in me that I nearly fainted, but it was amongst the Realm soldiers that its roar had the greatest effect, all of them voided their bladders and bowels on the spot and half of them dishonoured their post by fleeing in terror.

The Solar's troops charged and I took careful aim.


It was at this point that I discovered that my friend had not read the book.  Firewands look like a blunderbuss or a musket.  A long barrel that fires one shot and then needs to be reloaded, a practice that takes a good length of time.  A Flame Piece looks like a one shot pistol.  Both weapons have a short range only and that is where the similarities end.  In Exalted, guns do not fire bullets, they are flame throwers.  The range of a bow in the game is measured at 200 yards at short range, 400 yards at medium range and 600 yards for long range; it is an epic game so shooting things at that distance is cool.  Flame weapons have only short range and that range is 10 yards and 8 yards for Firewands and Flame pieces respectively, but anything in that range is hit by a gout of fire that does 12 lethal damage and 8 lethal damage, respectively, to anything in the flames path, plus any additional successes that good aim has given the shooter.  My Storyteller had not realized this when he okayed my character because he had not read the book and just assumed that they fired bullets.


I had carefully positioned myself just off the main courtyard, seemingly so that it appeared that I was going to get a good view of the action, but my true reason was so that I would be able to hit as many targets as possible with each blast of my Firewands when the enemy passed through a few obvious choke points.  I was hoping that the good money that I had paid for my weapons had been worth it.  The Firewands were longer than standard to improve their accuracy and range, while the pistols were lighter and shorter to allow a quicker draw and faster use.  In this fight to come I had planned to fire one Firewand and exchange it for the other within easy reach and discard both of them until after the fight, if I lived, and used the four others in rapid succession, dropping spent guns for later retrieval, again only if I lived.  Then to use my slashing sword until I could reload my last gun.

The Anathemas troops boiled past me in their eagerness to kill the Realm soldiers, a fatal mistake.  My first and second shot were lucky ones and I was able to hit over half of the twenty-five warriors and despite the heavy armour each wore, they all dropped like the bags of charcoal that they were.  The Solar Anathema, who had been charging the two Realm Dynastic Dragon Blooded, made a quick threat assessment of his foes and halted his charge forward and determined that I was the bigger threat as the remaining mortal warriors in his control had dropped their weapons and were fleeing me and my guns, some of them slightly crisped.

Drawing my guns two at a time from holsters and firing them as the Anathema came into range, his golden armour was not able to provide much protection from my barrage. His sword was raised high as he charged, but since it was a very heavy weapon it would take him a bit of time to bear it down on me, me a mercenary without my armour, who would without a doubt would die from only one hit of that weapon.  I tried my best, but I was very surprised that it was I who still stood when he came to a dead stop at my feet.


A mortal should not be able to to kill a Solar Exalted, no matter what he is armed with.  His magical powers should stop some of my attacks and dodge unharmed away from the others, but it was not what had happened in this case and so I was rewarded for my bravery and my greatness, with an Exaltation of my own, a Solar Exaltation. 


So there I was, the hero of the day who struck, half the Anathema's troops before incinerating the Anathema itself, all in about ten seconds and now cursed as the new enemy of the Dragon Blooded.  They looked at me Standing in my new Solar Glory, the light of the sun spilling into the sky at night from my own skin.  They took a breath, a slow deep breath before yelling at the top of their lungs, "ANATHEMA!!" 

I was not sure what was happening.  Who were they yelling at, as the Anathema was dead.   I was in a daze.  The world looked differently and a secret knowledge was pounding in my head.  I knew things that I did not know before.  I knew the Ebon Devil Martial Arts, a style that had not been practiced in over fifteen hundred years, and I was a Master of it.  

I spilled Firedust into the air, it formed a small cloud around me as I loaded both guns in my hands simultaneously, without using my hands.  The guns now blazed with the light of the sun as I reflexively pointed the barrels at my new attackers, the Dragon Blooded, and I measured their souls as 'wanting' in the scales of life.  I judged them as Creatures of Darkness for the purposes of their sentence, while mystical blue targets appeared over their center chest and I fired.  

Although they were both armed with the very best tools of the Realm, the thickest and strongest armour that the Empire could provide it did not do anything but slow the fire that consumed them down.  I wondered if my men would accept me now as the newest Holy Warrior of the most Exalted Sun, or whether I would have to cut them down like so many blades of wheat.


I should not have been allowed to have that character in that story, or the story should have taken my weapons into consideration, or that before I cut down so many people I should have Exalted, else-wise been controlled or made to understand.  The Storyteller did not know the setting, did not the rules.  He should not have been story telling.  I thought that he did.  He had all the books and said that he had read them and understood them.  He was dismayed by my actions and caught by the power of the character that I wrote up.  He was surprised that I demolished everyone in the game so quickly, first as a mortal and then as a "True" Solar Exalted.  

This was a lesson on the importance of competence in RPGs

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Garden

This year I sort of got to do one of the little things on my bucket list. My bucket list is very small and filled with simple things. This item was looking to be one of the more difficult ones to check off as I live in an apartment and that means no space to do it in. Having always wanting to do it and not having the space is one thing, but add that both sides of my family have it in their genes and I work in a place that caters exclusively to people who do this, it makes my life a little trying at times that I have not done it before this year. When I say I work at a place that caters to such people it means that I get to do the first steps a lot but never get to see the finished product.


I work at a Garden Center and this year I got my first garden.


Now I have to provide pictures, which means doing something I have never done on here. But I am getting ahead of myself. I first found out about the community garden years ago, but I did not think that I could get a space so I never tried. But last year I heard they were accepting applications because they were expanding. I put my application in and sent it with my e-mail address and waited.


I did not hear anything from them for months and as planting time started to sneak up I called them. They had gotten both mine and my co worker's e-mail address wrong and had been sending out letters into the ether. Luckily, though, it was not a early start kind of year; it was a Garden Center's dream kind of year. Our Garden Center starts plants for people not willing to start their own plants, many do, no surprise, but the weather determines what sort of year we have.


This year the weather favoured a late start. Some people believe that you plant early to get the largest and the best crops. We had a late frost and the people who only plant after the May 24, or Victoria Day weekend tsked and told them why you wait until then. Then we had an even later frost and the people who wait until June 1st tsked and told everyone why you wait until after June starts to plant. Then we had another late frost and all the die hard farmers that never buy plants started by others came in and bought their plants for the garden from us. So despite the late start, I was not going to be later than other people.
I was a bit bummed out because of the selection of my plot. On the form they asked questions like what are you growing and is there a friend you want to be beside. They wanted to know how to place people so that other people would not be inconvenienced by other gardeners. I told them I wanted to be near my co-worker and on the north side, so that when I did my Three Sisters garden I would not shade people. So they put me on the south side. I requested that they give me an extra plot, because I did not want to shade anyone out, so the gave me a second south side plot, luckily adjoining my own. So I tried to make due; I planted in the middle of the two plots so the corn would not steal the sun from the other adjoining plot and potentially cause workplace tension. The plot was right near a one-and-a-half story building to the south, so I knew I was going to be screwed, late morning and afternoon sun at best, late afternoon sun at worst.


This was to be an experimental garden. I have this garden running around in my head, it has ever since I first heard about it: Three Sisters Farming. There is probably a myth running around the Internet written down from the original Iroquois or other south of the Great Lakes North American tribe. I might even put a link for one here, if I figure out how. But the Three Sisters farming technique formed the backbone of the agriculture output of the Region East of the Mississippi before the White Man came and wiped them out.
History lesson time. The native people did not have history like everyone else. They had stories passed down to successive generations which were kept alive for the present generation by a quirk of language in that there is no tense. Jumped, jumping, will jump are all the same word. If you listen to any account taken from a native before their language changed to fit our own, you will not be able to establish without additional context whether an event in a story occurred last year, that day or a thousand years ago. An interesting aside, but still relevant as you will see.


I learned about one tribe in school: the Huron Nation, mostly because there were Jesuit missionaries that were staying with them in the mid 1600s until the Nation's destruction two years later. Modern archaeology added a bit more to the account. The native peoples in the Eastern North America, south of the Precambrian Shield, all followed a similar agricultural practise. They had no iron for tools, but still they farmed, but not like we do or did. They had towns, the towns had longhouses, large semi-communal buildings that would house a clan within the tribe and the town would have a large woven wood palisade. Each town would be a tribe within the nation and there would be many tribes close together. The nation settled a very small area. And they were semi-nomadic.


Every seven years or so, the entire nation would pack up its supplies and move, then build a new series of towns. Why they did this comes down to one thing, corn. Corn was the perfect food for North America, developed by the predecessors of the Mayans and Aztecs and moved from Central America to all points north and south where it could grow, and it could grow anywhere because it is a grass, it provided a staple for nearly all of the Americas. The corn was dried, and the kernels removed from the cob and stored in mostly water proof bags in the longhouses, if my memory serves sometimes buried within the floors. The dried corn was easily transported for trade with other tribes who due to poor soil conditions could not grow corn in large quantities for fish, which they did have in larger quantities and other things if they had them. The dried corn could be ground into meal and cooked and eaten.


They did not know that what we know about corn, that you have to fertilise it heavily year after year because it takes so much from the land. Well they did know it, but they did not know that they knew it. You see they did not plant corn alone, they planted it together with two other crops. The three sisters were Corn, that would stand tall, Beans, that would twine up the corn and bind between the corn and Squash, that would grow between the stalks, shading the roots of her sisters with her big leaves from the sun, blocking out the sun for the weeds and whose prickly leaves and stems would discourage corn theft by four footed masked bandits, raccoons. What they did not know was that the beans fixed nitrogen into the soil and that over the years the corn used that additional nitrogen for growth.. They did know that these three crops grew well together and that alone corn, their staple, did not grow well.
The natives moved their village, burning down larger trees to make posts for their village and palisade. They wove smaller trees in between the posts to create the walls and bent the tops together to create the roofs of the longhouses. The fields were cleared with fire. The ash was used to fertilise the crops, bigger chunks would rot over the years adding to the soil. But despite this the corn stole from the land and after five years of contestant farming the land would begin to produce less and less. They would add more farmland to cultivation every year but eventually they would have to move. When they moved they dug up the bones of their dead, and build a deep pit and inter the bones there together and bury them. The locations of these old towns and ossuaries would be added to the oral history of the people. The Huron Nation was not that big, by today's standards but their stories laid claim to burial sites stretching from Lake Huron south of the Precambrian Shield down to near where Toronto lies and over to where the present city Kingston lies. This large territory contained only one group of people, the Hurons, who numbered a little over fifty thousand, all of whom lived close together in the mid 1600s. There is more in my head about the native people's ask I might indulge you.


Anyways, I was growing a Three Sisters garden, a bit of an experiment because it goes against the common conception how gardens look, rows devoted to one crop separated, exclusive of everything else. Which is how people think their ancestors grew things from time immemorial. FALSE. Actually, at the same time that the Hurons were planting their multi crop farms, Europeans were doing the same, their grass crops, wheat oats, and barley, not to mention millet, rye and many others were all planted together and harvest was a hodgepodge of what ever survived the weather conditions of the year. I digress.
Anyways it was an experimental garden for a second reason. I wanted to try older crops. I wanted to try multi coloured carrots, like they were before the Dutch bred them orange in honour of William of Orange. I wanted to try the heritage Tomatoes that we had been selling, but did not know what they were like to tell our customers. I mean how can you sell a product and not know what it is like?


Also, to make it a true triple threat, I had to try another experimental product: Myke. I learned about this one in school too. My education was not as scattered as it seems from this posting, it was just a little multidisciplinary, mostly Geography, Biology and History. Myke is a product that came out a little while ago and as soon as I saw it, I told my boss we needed to get it. And then the next year I told him again. And then the next year. Then the next year I asked someone else to slip it on to the purchasing order.


I had one Mycology Course in school. It was super hard and I sucked hard, but I was enthusiastic in the lab work and the class work and they must have given me a barely passing 51%, but I still am very interested in fungus. You see, humanity owes its existence to Fungus. Really.


Back in the ancient past, a little after the Cambrian Explosion, actually a long time afterwards, plants started to creep out onto the land, the dry land, before that there was just land and most of the life was in the water. Bacteria came first of course. After that algae. Then lichens, which are symbiotic Cyanobacteria living within a fungus shell, take note, that is fungus in a symbiotic relationship. After that mosses crept across the lands. Except for the lichens, all of these life forms needed lots of water to live and grow. The moss could dry out, but they would not grow unless they were wet. After they lived and died, for generations, they started creating soil.


Soil is a mix of four things. It has parent material, clay, silt and sand, together or without and in different proportions. It has spaces between the particles filled with water and air. Water logged material is not good soil and neither is desiccated totally dry, so air and water. The last component for good soils is organic matter. Organic matter holds nutrients from dead plants and holds water really well too.


Once soil started to be created things that used soil started to fill that niche. Which is to say, so that those people from Intelligent Design don't get their hopes up, random mutations occurred resulting in root networks that as it turned out helped the plant grow bigger if they were in a place where soil existed. Moss that grew roots without soil died and did not survive to produce offspring, while those in soil grew better and had more offspring. I have to be careful what I say. Soon the land was dotted with oasis of green life on the land, depressions filled with water, then filled with mosses and later with ferns. Then everything stopped. The lichens worked on the rocks and the mosses soon covered the land. Later the land was covered by ferns, but there was an impasse. Some of the ferns grew taller but there was a road block. The mutation that developed roots was great but not perfect.


About four hundred million years ago, animals first started coming on land and these first amphibians brought with them their parasites, fungal infections. Amphibians make a very fertile host, there skin is always wet and they contain lots of nutrients and proteins. Amphibians fought back through random mutations some of which toxified their skin, which killed the parasite and others did not and they did not have offspring and evolution occurred. Sometime around the emergence, the fungal infections migrated to the plants and the soil. And that plants benefited from this infection.


It was one of the most awesome developments that had ever occurred in the history of the Earth, right up there with Cyanobacteria, both of which created the world we have today. So is not a plant, and actually it is more closely related to animals than plants, but it is neither. Bacteria, Viruses and the two types of Protozoa are all single celled organisms. Plants and Animals are multicellular with many layers of cells, with an inside and an outside. Fungus is in between or actually both. The natural form of fungus is that of long multicellular strings joined end to end called mycelia. They are nearly invisible, because they are one cell thick. Each cell is haploid, which is another difference, plants and animals are diploid, meaning we have two sets of genes, one from each parent. Haploid means only one set of genes. When fungus wish to reproduce, two fungi of the same species get together, become diploid, and produce a large multicellular structure often called a mushroom, toadstool, puffball, truffle, bracken or any other thing that most people think of when they think of fungus. Essentially they are the reverse of plants and animals, diploid only for sex, where plants and animals are only haploid for sex.


Anyways, pick up any well made chunk of soil, say a cubic centimeter. You will find the it contains a few roots, maybe a five to ten centimeters of roots stretched end to end and hundreds of meters of hyphae which together create the mycelium of the fungus. You see roots are multicellular constructs of plants, they have to grow out from the plant and they are big. They contain an outside that collects the water and nutrients and an inside that contains transportation up and down the plant, water and nutrients up and food down. It contains the food stores for the plant and each cell is big and squarish, as they all have a cell wall made of cellulose. By comparison hyphae are tiny they are long and thin. Each cell is long and thin and hollow. The cell wall is made of chitin and is super thin. Each cell more resembles a line than a box and attached together they form threads that go everywhere.


Some how, at one time, the parasite affecting early Amphibians crossed over and infected plants and soil with a different effect. The mycorrhizal infection allowed the roots to become much more efficient. The fungus became symbiotic, in exchange for food which the plant produced, the fungus gathered up more water and more nutrients than the roots could ever acquire. plant roots only interact with the solid right beside them, they can only get the easy water and the easy nutrients. The water that is close to the soil particle is hard to acquire because it is bound to it hydrostatically, which means as you get closer to the partial the more energy you need to draw it away, unless you are in direct contact with it and the nutrients are dissolved in the water. So the fungal hyphae which more densely cover the soil than the plant could ever hope to be, aids the plant when it forms this symbiotic relationship.


Plants become more efficient and develop larger structures, denser root structures and much larger sizes and allow for mutations that were always occurring, but were never viable to become viable and the first tree like plants began to develop. Eventually, plants modified their environment enough and became efficient enough to survive without the symbiotic relationship. Some plants evolved with denser root structures, hairy roots, that are equal to the benefit of having the symbiotic infection, but the other plants always benefit from the infection, even if they can survive without it.
So I wanted to experiment with Myke, so i could accurately report to people its effectiveness. I did and so did my co-worker, a veteran of many vegetable gardens. She, GardenGuru, tells me that she noticed an effect. The plants were more vigorous than other gardens in the past, they were unstressed between waterings, she watered every day, but still said that between watering most gardens suffer stress that was not present this year. People were amazed by my garden, the leaves of the squash, which I Myked, were much larger and vigorous than other people's squash, they were more vigorous than the plants I did not Myke.


The Three Sisters garden experiment will have to be redone, not that it was a failure, it is just a multi year experiment. I made mistakes that can be attributed to it being my first garden. I planted too much corn in each hill and did not thin them out. The beans were not very good pole climbers, I will have to switch to something else perhaps. I tried a bunch of squashes some I like some I don't. Why did I plant cucumber, I don't like cucumber. I will have to plant less squash, I planted three per hill, I will have to cut that down to one. The carrots I did not put enough space between them, I got impatient when planting them. The tomatoes I planted too close together and I was super shocked how big they got. GardenGuru was shocked too though, so it might have been the Myke. But they were too closely planted anyways and the tomato cages I got were crushed by the weight of the plants, I will have to try a different staking method. One thing I noticed was that watering the plants was difficult. The natives when they planted crops did not irrigate, they let nature do the watering, but where I live the soil is crap and that is a recipe for disaster; there is no organic matter. But the problem with the garden was that it was too overgrown for me to enter it and water, but luckily we received more rain than average this year, so I did not have to water much. I was thinking that I might develop and irrigation system so I can water inside such a dense jungle of vegetables like I had this year. I am dreaming up what it looks like right now, I have been thinking about it all summer, but this one is the best so far .

Heirloom Tomatoes? Excellent! The one I tried, Black Krim had great taste, I don't really like tomatoes. I liked these a lot. I liked the Old Germans that my friend grew too. I like all the fresh tomatoes. But it was said, by my friend and people I gave them too that they were less harsh and ever so slightly salty. I really liked that they were coloured differently more green so that they appeared purplish

Kent Hovind . . ..

I was taught that you should occasionally listen to the other side of an argument, not because both sides of an argument ARE valid, but because sometimes they expose weaknesses in your own arguments. Sometimes they expose the ludicrousness of your argument too, but just because they may do that does not mean every side of every discussion IS right in some way. Also it is good to listen to the other side so you know how they are arguing. I have been watching YouTube videos by science deniers. It is clear from their arguments that they do not understand science. It is also clear that people who trust science do not know how to argue with these deniers.

There are people out there that know how to argue with science deniers, but they are the ones that listen to their arguments and have learned to respond to them; they are effective. I idolize them, if it could be said that I idolize anyone, and I want to be like them. I have written a few posts q.v. These Eyes, Dear Commenter, and a few others, but none done so well as my response to Anti-Vaccination and Mercury in Vaccines. I researched that one, both sides, and debunked their arguments using established science. Anyways enough patting myself on the back, because I don't do that sort of thing.

So I was watching, I watched all of the 115 minutes of Kent Hovind's "100 Reasons Why Evolution is so Stupid," because I wanted to see the other side; I wanted to understand what they thought.

The first thing he does is tell everyone that he likes Science and tells everyone that he likes Science, but then tells everyone that it is all wrong. He then goes on to give a definition of Evolution. Okay, that is fine, but he sets up evolution by not giving the correct definition. How can you defeat an argument with simple words, you can either prove the words wrong, or you can set up your argument by using a fake opponent that is not factually accurate and break down this false argument to prove your point: a classic Straw Man Argument. I learned when I was young that by playing the computer, I could nearly always win a game, but playing an actual opponent was a lot harder.

His first definition is that of Cosmic Evolution, that is the Big Bang Theory, which is not actually about Evolution, Darwin's Theory, but he plows on insisting that it is the same.

Next he defines Chemical Evolution, "Hydrogen making all the other elements, plus the synthetic ones," he says. He says this is all wrong. Actually he says it is all lies.

Next he defines Stellar and Planetary Evolution and he says that this is all wrong too, lies. — no baby stars being born, but no one sees babies being born in the world or outside in our population, but we know they exist.  Baby stars are born in Stellar Nurseries which are cloaked in dust, just as no one can see through hospitals to see babies being born.

Next he defines Organic Evolution, the creation of life from nonliving material. He says that no one can prove it so it is lies.  The scientific Theory is called Abiogenesis. It is just a theory as no one can know because it would take millions of years and it would be difficult in the least to document that.  But there is no Evolution from rocks to living things.  He is presenting a Straw Man Argument

Next he defines Macro Evolution as the change of one organism to another, and since no one has seen this happen, it must be a lie.  He was using the Personal Incredulity Fallacy, just because he does not understand something, does not mean it is not true.  He presents another straw man argument, suggesting that one day a reptile egg hatched out a chicken rather than the idea that the process was gradual and took millions of years.  Many Creationist ask if Humans and monkeys evolved from a common ancestor, where is the missing link?  They ask where is the missing link, other than the ten to twenty so far discovered steps including Neanderthal, Homo Erectus, Homo Habilis and a dozen others, where is the missing link, besides those ones.

Lastly he defines Micro Evolution by saying that it is variations within a species. And this he says is observable and is true.  There are variations between all animals within a species, but no biologist would ever claim that as Evolution.

The problem with this list of definitions is many fold. Firstly, none of these are the scientific definition of Evolution. Secondly, the first three definitions are not even about Biology, but about Astrophysics. Thirdly, the first three are processes and not related to or analogous to Evolution. The fourth point is not evolution either, it is called the theory of Abiogenesis and people who even ascribe to this theory do not claim to have solid proof so they say it is a best guess and not a Scientific Theorem. Fifth point is no scientist actually ascribes to the theory that one species would change into another species in one step. Darwin's Theory was the Theory of Natural Selection or rather the process of how evolution occurs, the Theory of Evolution is far older than Darwin.

It is easy to push aside an argument when you don't know what the argument is. He states from the first that he is a preacher and taught science to children from the point of view of the bible for fifteen years. He never stated that he was a Cosmologist or an Astrophysicist, but he does say that he does not understand the reasons why they say things and so what they say is stupid. His methods of argument are not to present facts, but to present the past thinking of Science to show that scientists of different ages disagree with the ideas of past ages and therefore no scientist can be believed. When someone says stuff like this, the only thing that is clear is that they do not understand Science.

Science is a body of knowledge about how the world and the entirety of everything works based on what evidence that we have at this time. As we get more evidence the ideas are refined, some new ideas are proposed and some old ideas are put aside and then many other people test these new and old ideas to see if they work with the observable evidence. When an idea is tested time and time again and the idea still holds true to all the observable evidence, it is called a Theory, not an idea. The constant misuse of language causes change to occur in a language so that people's use of the word theory to lend weight to their idea, has caused a greater deflation of the value of what a theory actually is. A theory is an idea that has been tested multiple time sand found to be solid under every fair test that is given and is not subjective.

The other thing that Scientific Theory can do is make predictions. When Galileo noticed that different sized objects fell at different rates he came up with an idea that different objects fall at the same rate. But he encountered a problem because radically different objects had different air resistances and so that parts of his idea were untestable on Earth, but when people went to the moon, they brought along a feather to test this idea. They found that a feather did indeed fall at the same rate as a hammer in an airless environment.

Kepler's Laws of Planetary Motion, Newton's Laws of Motion, and many others are testable. Mendeleev's Periodic Table of Elements had holes in it where he thought there would be more elements and he described about how much mass they would have and other properties that they would have. Years later, people discovered more elements and they fit within the gaps that were placed on the Table. These new elements had the properties that were predicted.

One of Einstein's many theories included the idea that a sufficiently massive object could influence the trajectory of light. People did not think that this was possible, but Einstein provided a prediction and a test that would prove or disprove it. People knew the position of all the stars relative to our own and they knew where and how they should appear in the sky at any time. The most massive local object was our own star, but we could not see the position of the other stars relative to it because it was so bright, the light of the stars was overwhelmed. But, when the moon completely eclipsed the Sun, the stars are visible and it was at this time, that people would able to observe any starlight that was bent out of position by the gravity of our star. An eclipse was predicted, the observations were made and Einstein's theory was vindicated.

Kent Hovind likes to show how there is confusion in scientist's knowledge, by showing that scientists of different ages believe different things from different ages. He does not present the data as it should be, that scientific views change depending on data available at the time. People used to have only one source for the age of the Earth, the Bible. The Bible says the Earth is about 6000 years old and for years this was all the data that we had.

Geologists looked at the layering of the Earth's sedimentary layers and the mountain building processes and concluded that the world was much older, but could not conclude whether it was 75k years old or billions of years old, because they did not have enough information to know.

Later scientists knew more about the planet and theorized the age based on how long it would take the earth to cool down to its current temperature and they concluded that it was about 98M years old. But they did not know about radioactive decay which heats the molten core.

When radiometric dating was first discovered the age of the Earth depended upon where the sample was taken, some areas of the earth was heated and cooled more than once. When rock is melted it resets the age of the rock. It was not until recently that the very oldest rocks were found that dated to about 4.55B years ago. And this number has been confirmed by testing the age of meteorites which were formed in space.

None of this debate was mentioned by Hovind, when he was trashing what Scientists know about the age of the Earth. When he did address any of the facts it was to say that because no one can observe the events that scientists base their arguments on, they are not admissible. Radiometric dating is not admissible because there is no way to prove that the rates of decay remained the same. Which I think is funny, because the same arguments could be proposed for his arguments. People lived before the flood for up to 900 years, but we're the years the same length as ours and how do you know? Did you observe the length of the year? There is no mention of how long a year is in the Bible, so how do you know? Maybe they thought a year was the cycle of the moon, if so 900 divided by 12.586 cycles of the moon a year is 71.51 years. That sounds more realistic than 900 years doesn't it? My point is that if Science establishes a fact based on the observable universe, which can be tested in multiple ways, it has more evidence than a book written by man with no evidence other than itself.

Hovind points out that a few scientific facts provided by sources unknown are examples of circular thinking. But he and his kind never propose the other argument, that what they believe is an example of circular thinking, from sources well known. God exists, the bible says so. God did all these amazing things, the bible says so. The bible was dictated by God. That would be like me saying that I, GreenPsychopomp, am the most awesome person on the planet. And my proof for that statement is the previous statement, because I, GreenPsychopomp, wrote it so it must be true, because I do not lie.