Another Cup of Bull Honkey

2695634651_0efbf53c0fGreg Mortenson is the subject and coauthor of the bestseller Three Cups of Tea, a book that chronicles his noble plight to build schools in far-flung parts of Pakistan. The tale is heartwarming, inspirational, and, according to allegations made by Jon Krakauer and 60 Minutes in 2011, rife with half truths and outright lies. In his lengthy takedown of Mortenson, Krakauer wrote, “The first eight chapters of Three Cups of Tea are an intricately wrought work of fiction presented as fact. … Mortenson has lied about the noble deeds he has done, the risks he has taken, the people he has met, the number of schools he has built.” I wrote about scandal here.

Yesterday morning Mortenson spoke publicly about the accusations for the first time since the 60 Minutes segment aired. In an exclusive interview with Tom Brokaw, Mortenson appeared neither contrite nor ashamed. He wouldn’t admit to fabricating portions of Three Cups of Tea. Instead he said this: “What I regret is that we were under tremendous pressure to bring about a million words down to 300,000 words.” That’s essentially the same thing that he told Outside Magazine after the scandal first broke: “In order to be convenient, there were some omissions. If we included everything I did from 1993 to 2003 it would take three books to write it. So there were some omissions and compressions . . .” Continue reading →

Abstruse Goose: Piss ‘Em Off

a_wise_man_once_saidAG here, based on his examples, seems to mean that the best science undercuts peoples’ faith in their beliefs, thereby annoying them deeply.  I’m sure that’s true but I haven’t noticed it myself.  What I notice is when, for example, some observer tells some theorist that no, in fact the universe isn’t coasting along slowly, it’s tearing around with its hair on fire, and I feel a spike of deep, anarchic joy.  Probably that’s what AG means too.

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The Last Word

The AAAS Kavli Science Journalism Awards in 2015, perhaps? January 13 – 17

This week, a modest proposal from Helen: Golden Globes, science writing edition.

Cameron debated the merits of keeping a journal. Based on her observations on anemone, it’s a strong “yes please” from me.

No big bang, ever? Guest poster Jeff Kanipe introduced us to Halton Arp, his galactic pathologies, and his physics heresy.

Jessa once worked at a place where they had to slap their drug-addled users awake. What do drugs do to make this worth our while? Perhaps it’s the wrong question, Jessa says.

Why does bureaucracy ossify some countries ad galvanise others? Erik coined a term I’d like to see go viral: whydon’twejust.

 

The G-out Room

nightclub hazeIt would start with tapping fingers on my bar, as the house music blared its inane, sometimes nonsensical, lyrics. The hands would be fidgety, the muscles straining for something to press against. Then his legs would start bopping and his face would start working and he’d launch into a violent dance. The shirt would come off, the sweat would pour, and a few minutes later came the overheating and the collapse. The rest went down off-stage, in the G-out room.

Oh, excuse me, the Green Room. Where the bands prepared on the rare occasions we had live bands. But mostly it was the room where patrons slept off the effects of a Gamma-Hydroxybutyric acid (GHB) overdose, watched over by the strangely sympathetic security staff. Perhaps “slept” is not quite the word, although they did lose consciousness for quite a while, and their breathing slowed. Most of the time, though, they were semi-conscious. Continue reading →

Naturalist Without a Notebook

640px-Tagebücher,_die_Jakob_Unrau_während_des_Dienstes_als_Sanitäter_im_Ersten_Weltkrieg_geschrieben_hat.(sieh_Artikel_UNRAU).One of my New Year’s resolutions is not to write in a journal everyday. I’m terrible at it, even though I wished I loved to scribble daily. I can’t even keep up with my Planner Pad. (In fact, I’ve already lost my 2014 edition).

That’s not to say that I haven’t occasionally kept a notebook. I have one from the eighth grade that is sealed shut with duct tape and says DO NOT OPEN UNTIL YOU ARE VERY OLD. I am not sure when I plan on opening it. Continue reading →

Guest Post: The Importance of Being Peculiar

arp 2Halton Arp — “Chip” to his friends — died in Munich on December 28, 2013, and with him a cosmological banner has fallen to the ground. It’s a banner that younger astronomers may choose to take up. If they do, however, they should be cautious: it could mean the end of their careers. As a graduate adviser once remarked to me, “Any student or astronomer who pursues Arp’s work is asking for it.” Why? Because when it comes to standard cosmological theory, Arp is, or was, a renegade of the first order.

Quasars, he claimed, are not the highly energetic cores of very distant galaxies that astronomers declare them to be. They are actually fairly nearby, and ejected from active galactic nuclei. The big bang? Never happened. The universe, as his colleagues Geoffrey Burbidge and Fred Hoyle also contended when they were alive, has always been here in a steady state of existence. The cosmic microwave background radiation? That’s not the afterglow of the big bang fireball, it’s the limiting temperature of space heated by all the stars in all the galaxies in the universe. In the minds of conventional astronomers, these are the thoughts of an apostate, a heretic, a crank, and a crackpot, and Arp was called all these names and more. “Stay away from that lunatic,” an astronomer once pointedly warned me.

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Can’t We All Just … ?

shutterstock_133354313 (1)Recently, based on the well-established if-Netflix-made-it-then-it-must-be-awesome principle, I have been watching the show Lillehammer. (This principle is firmly based in the orange-is-the-new-black correlate, the house-of-cards theorem, and the Derek postulate).

Like all the Netflix shows, it’s pretty good. But unlike some, it’s only pretty good. It’s about a New York wise guy who ends up in Norway playing fish-out-of-water and wolf-among-sheep. I mean, the acting’s bad, the script is weak, and the characters are a little flat. But there is still an undeniable charm about the show related to its simmering rage about Norwegian culture.

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The Golden Notebooks: An Awards Show for Us

The AAAS Kavli Science Journalism Awards in 2015, perhaps?
The AAAS Kavli Science Journalism Awards in 2015, perhaps?

Dear TV Executives:

I hear you’re desperate to get people to watch your channels in real time these days. Apparently I’m not the only one who waits for everything to come out on Netflix. As a result, I heard on NPR yesterday, you’re televising more and more shows that people prefer to watch live, like award shows. It’s not just the Grammies and the Oscars anymore. NBC is reviving the American Comedy Awards. The Hallmark Channel has the Hero Dog Awards, of all things.

Let me propose to you an untapped source of live events: science writing awards. Continue reading →