Figure it Out

The true lover of knowledge naturally strives for truth, and is not content with common opinion, but soars with undimmed and unwearied passion till he grasps the essential nature of things.

Plato in The Republic 490A

Own Up to Your Mistakes

The history of science, like the history of all human ideas, is a history of irresponsible dreams, of obstinacy, and of error. But science is one of the very few human activities – perhaps the only one – in which errors are systematically criticized and fairly often, in time, corrected. This is why we can say that, in science, we often learn from our mistakes, and why we can speak clearly and sensibly about making progress there.

Karl Popper in Conjectures and Refutations, p. 216

Communing with Nature!

Ah! Beautiful, beautiful Nature. How lovely you are through the augmented reality app on my iPad. Oh look! A grand and majestic oak tree. And to think, I would have passed right by you, totally unaware of your splendor, if it weren’t for this app’s nifty tree identification feature.

How can I appreciate you more deeply, Nature? How can I keep you in my mind’s eye during moments of great distress, like when my Wi-Fi at home isn’t working? What is the proper way to pay homage to your breathtaking allure? But of course! I shall Instagram your luscious bounty of greenery and rock outcroppings. There the greens will be made slightly more dramatic, the boulders made more brooding, and your allure made even more breathtaking thanks to the seductive Sutro filter.

Oh Nature, what a privilege it is to rest on the bank of your endlessly churning river with scallop-edged rapids. How I long to climb that mountain off in the distance and record a mobile video of my hike, which I could then upload directly to YouTube. But alas, I would have to cross this river and my Segway cannot ford something of such strong and swift current. It would very likely turn into a nightmare scenario straight out ofThe Oregon Trail.

Once again I am eternally humbled by your power and am content to sit here with my headphones on, listening to this Skrillex album. The grass sways and an enormous rainbow trout jumps, its pink hues glistening in the early afternoon light, just as the beat drops. The birds perched above me sing, their beaks moving as if to cry out, “You aaaare a cinemaaaaa. I could watch you forever.”

And it’s true! I could watch you forever in much the same way I could watch the first three seasons of Grey’s Anatomy over and over again without ever tiring. Soaking up your sublime grandeur while composing tweets about it are precious moments, and I’m thankful Verizon has coverage out here so I can share your treasures with each of my 3,344 followers. I’m sure they’ll savor it every bit as much as I do.

Jon Pels at Timothy McSweeney’s Internet Tendency

Dear Crazy, Insane Cube Neighbor

Are you talking to your psychiatrist on the phone? Oh my God.

Is that a drawer full of marbles, hex nuts, ball bearings, and rocks? Are you looking for a quarter? Was it worth the ten minutes of effort?

When you slam the drawer that hard, doesn’t it rebound all the way back out?

Does the fire marshall know about the stacks of books, articles, and newspapers that has reduced the livable space of your cube to a three foot by three foot cocoon?

How can you afford an entire bottle of cologne/perfume per day? Oh, right, get the cheap stuff.

Are you eating cooked, aged banana peels for lunch?

Have you heard of beano?

Or that your ringtone wins most annoying and depraved sound of the year award?

Did you jailbreak your phone so it would ring for five minutes straight?

Did you know we have meeting rooms for meetings, conference rooms for conference calls, and bathrooms for clipping your toenails?

How is it that I can’t see you, but I know you are barefoot?

OK, my cube is full of your germs. You can go home now.