Thanks to the always-interesting Pharyngula, this morning I spent an enjoyable ten minutes listening (and reading, because the poor audio requires a video'ized transcription) to Tim Minchin's marvelous "Storm."
[Update: there's now a replacement "video" with clear audio and no transcription, which I've embedded below.]
Here's the You Tube video description:
I related to Minchin's relating of his encounter with an attractive New Agey girl whose gullible anti-scientific bent irritates him at a dinner party. She says...
Knowledge is merely opinion.
But the human body
Is a mystery
Science just falls in a hole
When it tries to explain
The nature of the soul.
Eventually, after a sufficient number of glasses of wine, Minchin can't take her B.S. any more. He responds...
There are answers out there
But they won't be found,
By people sitting around,
And saying, isn't life mysterious,
Let's sit here and hope,
Let's call up the fucking Pope,
Let's go on Oprah,
And call up Depak Chopra.
There's more good stuff in the video, of course.
I've been there and done that myself: been unable to keep my mouth shut when I hear someone expressing an extreme anti-science view (reasonable criticisms are fully in order; the scientific method demands it).
Minchin says it so well.
This beautiful, complex