Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

Intelligent design as a scientific theory sucks balls. I saw a piece about it on ABC's Catalyst tonight and, well, everyone's been talking about it for yonks, so I thought it was about time that I put my 2.2 cents in. See, at the end of my degree I intend to be a secondary school science teacher. You know, the hot young teacher that all the girls want but obviously can't have. But I digress.

As a matter of principle, I've set myself these two things: I will only teach in public schools; and I will not teach in a school that adopts intelligent design in its science curriculum. And I have faith (pardon the pun) that public schools will remain largely secular and will not themselves adopt ID either.

Intelligent design is not science. ID is theology. Sure, one can think and believe in whatever one wants to, and if one believes that the two are connected then it's their prerogative to do so. But as far as education in academia goes, the two are mutually exclusive. Science may be taught in the science classroom, and religion may be taught in the religion classroom and nary the twain shall meet.

I personally think that scientifically, ID is a bit of a cop out. The basic tenet of the 'theory' is that there are too many holes in the Darwinian Theory of Evolution, so someone of some higher intelligence must've put it all together instead. But like all theories, Evolution isn't complete. And we shouldn't throw our hands up and say "oh, this is too hard, we'll just say that someone made it that way" instead of working towards the answer and learning things along the way. As far as science goes, it's plain laziness.

Imagine if we'd extended this to other areas of human endeavour. Where would we be?



Hmm, some lighter thoughts are in order. You know sometimes I wish that I was straight. I've been told recently that girls want me - well, more than boys do at least. Le sigh.

Also, Pat's looking for people to go on a trip with him up the Sunshine Coast after exams. Of course, I can't go nor can I afford to but that isn't stopping him from talking it up with me. He really wants the trip and to cut down on costs, he needs another few people to help pay for the room. The room which, he tells me, consists of a couple of singles and a big double bed... that he says he's willing to share with me. The flirt. Will he stop at nothing? Damn straight boy. The arrogance. The-- bah, who am I kidding?


Listening to:
Title: Fields of Gold
Artist: Eva Cassidy
Album/station: Live At Blues Alley (1998)
Length: 4.59