Leveraged Intelligence

Dinosaur Extinction Cause

This one tickles me for two reasons:

• It’s just funny.
• I have a classmate – really a nice guy – who is much more of a religious fundamentalist than I am who feels that the dinosaurs went extinct in the Great Flood.  My response in an email convo was that it was a shame that Noah didn’t put two of them on the Ark like he was supposed to.

Now, we know that it wasn’t Noah’s fault …

Why We Need One Another

bikehikebabe wondered about the “luv” in CommentLuv that you see at the bottom of comments.  Well, the luv stands for love and that is what anyone in the trenches really feels for others in the trenches.

Let me explain.  Bloggers, just like anyone else undertaking an expressive, fairly public endeavor find that it would be very lonely and unsatisfying without readers.  But, it would also be unsatisfying without fellow bloggers – and that is what CommentLuv was invented to reward.  Many of my readers are fellow bloggers and they understand what it is like trying to express fresh ideas on a regular basis.  Smart ideas are even worse!  When Rhonda or Ramana or Gail or Deb or bhb or Jean or Corky or Viki or Ashok or GL or Marianna or Grannymar… or Curly, Larry or Moe swoop in with a creative comment, the blogger says a combination of two words, YEAH! and WHEW.  It is like the Hebrew name for God and is spelled YWHEW!  and is unpronounceable except when under duress.

Well, bhb, CommentLuv points with luv to the most recent post by that blogger.  It is paying homage to the effort.  Giving a roadmap to one another’s sites.  It is a way of saying thanks for showing up and making a comment.

We all rely on one another to scratch where we can’t reach ourselves.  Like they say, a dinosaur’s or a blogger’s reach must exceed his grasp, else what is a little luv for?

The Wooden Spoon: A Modern Parable

A group of people gathered weekly at their local place of worship.  They were followers of a humble man with heart that wouldn’t end and in celebration of that humility, they partook of weekly communion in fellowship by eating soup with a wooden spoon.  Everyone was served a bowl and the nourishment reminded them of what they shared as a community and they went forth renewed.

Some went forth to their art studios, grabbed their chisels and paint brushes, inspired and refreshed to create great works of beauty and meaning.  Others took up musical instruments and produced enchanting and uplifting melodies.  Still others went to gardens and grabbed shovels and trowels and pruners, bringing forth fruits, vegetables and beautiful shade trees.

But, there was another group who insisted that their leader only wished them to use wooden spoons for everything, because that was what he showed them as a tool of shared sustenance and fellowship.  They forgot that he was himself a carpenter by trade.

So, they came to the art studio with their spoons and their insistence.  Unfortunately, they were unable to carve any marble and found themselves only able to scoop a little mud or clay into unrecognizable forms.  The paint smeared when spread with the spoon.  They were very angry and said that artistic endeavors were bad!

So, they marched as a group to the music studio and found that the only sound they were able to produce was a cacophony of clacking sounds when they whacked their spoons together.  Again, they were angry and insisted that the musical instruments were an abomination.

Last, they went into the garden.  They did a little better here.  They could dig small holes with the spoons, provided the earth was soft, and they were able to plant small plants.  Of course, they couldn’t prune anything and the plants became unruly.  And, it took a long time to plant a shade tree, trust me.

Then, worst of all, they discovered that one of their members had used tools for paleontology, had uncovered some preserved soft tissue from a Tyrannosaurus Rex in a 65 million year old Earth stratum, and immediately dipped their spoons in ink, writing very large:

Noah lived with dinosaurs!

The flood of Noah was 4350 yrs ago. This T- rex lived, died, and was buried (protecting it) 4350 yrs ago.

Or do you believe that this T-rex died 65 million yrs ago and still has "stuff" coming out of its blood vessels.

http://creation.com/still-soft-and-stretchy#_ftn4

The Creation Museum
Petersburg, KY
"Prepare to Believe"

Unfortunately, one of the parishioners had a sense of humor and asked the obvious question:

Why didn’t Noah collect two of each kind of Dinosaur like he was supposed to?

Again, they were quite angry.  And, the worst part is that using their spoons now spoiled the taste of the soup!