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Little straw bales. I imagine a tiny baler being driven by a lawn tractor making these bales.
A portion of the Wall O' Squash.
The finger-eating goat seemed more interested in the grass than Maria's fingers.
Behold, the wagon:
Run, Leo, run!
Disclaimer: Sue is visiting a friend in Seattle. All wardrobe decisions were made be Mark, and are solely his responsibility.
It's a rather interesting read (and the anecdote about a Dutch researcher's encounter with the cereal aisle in an American supermarket is hilarious. Well, at least by research-paper standards.)
The point is that our conscious attention is very limited and we cannot simultaneously focus on all the variables in a complex decision. However, it appears our unconscious is not quite so limited, and can perform more complex weightings of many factors. (The paper describes several experiments designed to tease out the parameters of how this works.)
It's really interesting to see concrete confirmation of advice from various people ( and personal experience) that letting a decision rest (or sleeping on it, or however you want to describe it) does help, and aids in drawing out the relevant factors. (Found via this blog entry focusing on the house-buying example in the paper.)
To make matters worse, the outhouse was out of order as well.
I suggested that Sue could tell people she visited her in-laws in northern Wisconsin, and they had no running water. (Omitting the fact that the pump was fixed the next morning, so it was only about 12 hours or so without running water).
Dad and I dissembled the old pump to see what it looked like (During the previous weeks, there had been bits of plastic coming through the water system that indicated the pump was failing.)
Some pictures of the impellers inside the pump. The side view is from one that broke while taking the pump apart. Finally, a chipped impeller that is likely the source of the problem.
But it hasn't been all work. Here's a picture of Maria with Grandpa and Uncle Chip. Sue was bothered that I kept calling the dog "uncle", until she realized (and pointed out with relish) that he's on my side of the family.
Here's the first couple of attempts. Clicking on the picture will take you to a page that lets you comment and rate the image.
moar funny pictures
Yesterday, we removed the old toilet, sink and vanity. If you remember the hot tub, you should see what's coming next.
Yes, that's right ... bathroom set on blocks in the yard!
Mark: Why don't we cut it?What could I say? Sue had played the trump card, the nuclear option of hairstyle arguments. There was no responding.
Sue: Then she'll have a mullet
Mark: <silence>
(Although in reality, I probably made some smart-alec comment like "What's wrong with a mullet?)
Sue's solution is a tuft on top, fastened with a teensy-tiny rubber band. It's reminiscent of Pebbles (from the Flintstones).
Near the beginning of the book, there is this statement discussing possible moral take-aways of the book:
I am not advocating a morality based on evolution. I am saying how things evolved. I am not saying how we humans morally ought to behave. [...] My own feeling is that a human society based simply on the gene's law of universal ruthless selfishness would be a very nasty society in which to live.And he goes on to emphasize that in building a society we wish to live in, we must teach the desired traits (generosity, altruism, etc.), since they will not be hard-wired by biology.
This is an example of an appropriate attitude towards evolution. Christians ought to learn from this atheist. Unfortunately, many easily-heard voices in the evangelical Christian community proclaim the "evils" of evolution and attack the science. This leads to a number of problems:
In a future post I will discuss why there is resistance to this viewpoint among evangelical Christians.