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Erudite Personal Ads

I might well be late to the game, but the personal classifieds in the New York Review of Books are… well, fascinating.

Personals are weird beasts; there is a kind of code and etiquette to writing them; weird acronyms, certain phrases… Yet there is always something a little seedy to the enterprise. When I was in the UK my flatmates and I would sometimes go through the personals in the ‘best’ tabloids, but nothing compares to those in the New York Review of Books.

It doesn’t seem right that the New York Review of Books would carry Personals, but, at the same time, if the New York Review of Books is going to have such Personals, you would expect them to be of the best quality.

And boy, they are.

Services Available from the New York Review of Books

Personals from the New York Review of Books
Personal Services from the New York Review of Books
Misc from the New York Review of Books

The Show Must Have Gone On

So, that was my first TV appearance. I’m told I did good. You can verify such sentiments by watching the embedded clips.

It was a good experience; Mikey wasn’t really willing to come out with a fully formed view on 9/11 or the London Bombings, which made debate about the matter slightly difficult. The bit where he calls himself a skeptic just like Vicki was funny; I was watching her as he said this and Vicki’s face tried to show about fifteen different responses in the space of one second; if ‘Media 7’ was directed by David Cronenberg someone’s head would have exploded ((And Russell would be played by Patrick MacGoohan.)).

I thoroughly enjoyed my fifteen minutes of fame and, I think it goes without saying, would happily do it again. Last night’s show was motivated (I suspect really only minorly in part) by 2009 being the centennial year of the first recorded use of the term ‘Conspiracy Theory.’ I suggested to the production team that we should do another show for the bicenntenial; Mark has suggested I can be played by Robin Williams, whilst José thinks we’ll all be heads in jars.

Pop culture; you’ve got to love it.

Also, someone found my blog with the search term “kumara heyerdahl skeptic.” That’s pretty neat.

Fifteen Minutes of Fame

I’ve got both David Bowie’s ‘Fame’ stuck in my left hemisphere whilst the theme to the original movie ‘Fame’ is playing in the right.

Why?

Because, tomorrow evening I will be taking part in a panel discussion on Conspiracy Theories for ‘Media 7.’

This is my fifteen minutes.

On the panel, moderated by Russell Brown, will be meself, Vicki Hyde and Mikey Havoc. It will be my first TV appearance and I have to admit, I’m a little excited by it.

The show itself will likely ((I say ‘likely’ because I’m assuming the show gets edited in a day.)) be broadcast on Thursday on the Freeview channel to TVNZ7, 9.10pm. If you can watch it, due to a lack of a Freeview box or, like me, not willing to pay for Sky, then you can watch it ‘On Demand’ via the ‘Media 7’ link above.

Skeptics in the Pub

On Thursday I gave a talk at the second “Auckland Skeptics in the Pub” gathering and it was good. An almost completely off-the-cuff talk (my sole piece of preparation was my line ‘I’m not a Creationist, but I do think the world was created in six days…’) which ran somewhat longer than I thought it would, the talk was well-received and was probably my most succinct statement of what my thesis is about (and, importantly, what I’m not qualified to wax lyrical on).

I sometimes forgot that the thing I’m best at is public speaking ((And bluffing; actually, the two are related. One of the most important lessons Elspeth Hitchings taught me was being able to bluff something. Back when I was about fourteen I had to memorise and deliver in character a speech by Willy Wonka (of the Chocolate Factory fame), and I quite flagrantly made an entire section of it up when I suffered a lapse of memory. Mrs. Hitchings knew I made up the section, but some of the other students weren’t so sure, so afterwards they asked me about it. I thought Mrs. Hitchings would out my lie, but instead she passed the question on to them, and I lied through my teeth and said that it was in the text. The lie worked and I learnt that if you can bluff in character you can lie (almost) with impunity. I would say that this lesson has stood me in good stead, but that would be a bit disturbing to admit to, wouldn’t it?)); due to my speech hesitancy having been a problem for me as a child I had years of speech and then public speaking training. One of the downsides for a philosopher is the need to be very, very precise about what one is talking about and this often means you can’t simply talk-off-the-cuff, presentation-wise, to your colleagues; you need to be very, very confident in your subject area to get away with that because one foot wrong and your audience will tear you apart.

Now, the Skeptics are not my professional colleagues (which is by no means a mark of disrespect; we all know standards differ when you give a talk to your academic peers), but the talk I gave on Thursday felt like it would have passed muster even at a Philosophy conference.

Which indicates to me that the general thesis of my doctoral project really is beginning to come together nicely.

This is good. I’ve been working on this PhD for a while now and there have been points in time where I’ve been struck with the question ‘Is this really worthwhile?’ The rewrites, the trying to phrase things in just the right way, the endless putting down an idea on paper and finding out that it doesn’t work; these are issues all doctoral candidates face, especially in the middle of their projects. The hope is that as you get ‘over the hump’ those issues will begin to fade away and the project will start to coalesce around the novel thesis (in my case, the ‘Inference to Conspiracy’ analysis); Thursday night seemed to confirm something I’ve thought for a while:

The thesis will come to a happy end.

Still, I have another chapter to write and there is a lot of editing to do between now and submission. Today’s ‘happy thoughts’ might well turn dour tomorrow, but until then…

Shameless Video

Whilst I was at the conference I recorded both an audio diary (which allowed me to sleep in on Sunday when I was meant to be appearing live on the radio) and a video diary. They both tell the same story, essentially, but the video is what you’re getting (whilst I await the podcast of the slot’s arrival on the shores of the bFM web presence; English is not a strong point in this boy at the moment).

Going to the Pub

This Thursday (the 8th) I will be giving a talk at the second ‘Auckland Skeptics in the Pub’ gathering at the Horse and Trap (3 Enfield St, Mt Eden, Auckland). Festivities kick off at seven; you might want to come along.

You might not, of course.