Since I finally gave up on Usenet newsgroups some years ago, I've tried a variety of substitutes. That Mailing List, for one, followed by LiveJournal, and now the ZBB. The last of these is a bulletin board that
zompist maintains in order to facilitate discussions of his website and issues related to it, chiefly constructed languages. I came for the linguistics and ended up contributing at least as much to the religious and political discussions. Like LJ, the population is scandalously young, but, in general, the tenor is more educated and polite than elsewhere. It kind of reminds me of sci.lang in the old days (only without the graybearded international experts).
So it's kind of surprising that, over the past two days, I've gotten caught up in a discussion that would not be the least bit out of place on Usenet. A question about the translators used by Christopher Columbus spawned a suggestion that his visit to St. Brendan's monastery had furnished him with valuable linguistic data gathered during the famous monk's crossing of the Atlantic almost a millennium earlier. Then someone had to go and bring up the Templars. The secret of their wealth? (Stop me,
princeofcairo, if you've heard this one before.) Why, translatlantic shipments of Yucatan silver to La Rochelle, of course. It was Columbus' possession of an Templar nautical chart that...
But I hardly need to go on, do I? Needless to say, there is not a scrap of archaeological, historical, anthropological, linguistic, or epidemiological evidence to support any of it. I can't even find any record of silver deposits in Mexico east of San Luis Potosi. (Yes, I confess, I spent minutes of my life I will not get back looking.) The reaction we got when we pointed all this out was deadeningly familiar, down to the highly-defensive accusations of "flaming" and the litany of past examples of great discoveries made by similar speculative thinkers (at least Schliemann's a refreshing break from Einstein).
What I find most distressing about such cases--and always have--is the astounding ignorance of what constitutes basic standards of proof. I remember the words of an old sci.langer who said that the two misconceptions responsible for most of the nonsense on Usenet were (1) "If I read it somewhere once, it's true" and (2) "My opinion on anything is as good as anyone else's". The idea that it's not enough just to make claims, that you might actually be expected to back them up with something that would past muster in an 8th-grade debate competition, seems foreign to a disturbing number of people.
If I wanted to, I could throw in some of my father's observations on the astounding ignorance of science he encountred while practicing law and continue on to some self-satisfied tut-tutting about the implications for national elections and so forth. But I have no desire right now for ever more despressing (and vague) generalisations. I'd rather go the other way and figure out just what it is I can do to avoid situations where I'm dissecting for my boyfriend's edification the utterances of some raving loon who I wouldn't stand and listen to for two seconds on the street.
So it's kind of surprising that, over the past two days, I've gotten caught up in a discussion that would not be the least bit out of place on Usenet. A question about the translators used by Christopher Columbus spawned a suggestion that his visit to St. Brendan's monastery had furnished him with valuable linguistic data gathered during the famous monk's crossing of the Atlantic almost a millennium earlier. Then someone had to go and bring up the Templars. The secret of their wealth? (Stop me,
But I hardly need to go on, do I? Needless to say, there is not a scrap of archaeological, historical, anthropological, linguistic, or epidemiological evidence to support any of it. I can't even find any record of silver deposits in Mexico east of San Luis Potosi. (Yes, I confess, I spent minutes of my life I will not get back looking.) The reaction we got when we pointed all this out was deadeningly familiar, down to the highly-defensive accusations of "flaming" and the litany of past examples of great discoveries made by similar speculative thinkers (at least Schliemann's a refreshing break from Einstein).
What I find most distressing about such cases--and always have--is the astounding ignorance of what constitutes basic standards of proof. I remember the words of an old sci.langer who said that the two misconceptions responsible for most of the nonsense on Usenet were (1) "If I read it somewhere once, it's true" and (2) "My opinion on anything is as good as anyone else's". The idea that it's not enough just to make claims, that you might actually be expected to back them up with something that would past muster in an 8th-grade debate competition, seems foreign to a disturbing number of people.
If I wanted to, I could throw in some of my father's observations on the astounding ignorance of science he encountred while practicing law and continue on to some self-satisfied tut-tutting about the implications for national elections and so forth. But I have no desire right now for ever more despressing (and vague) generalisations. I'd rather go the other way and figure out just what it is I can do to avoid situations where I'm dissecting for my boyfriend's edification the utterances of some raving loon who I wouldn't stand and listen to for two seconds on the street.
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The Anglophone crazies are still rearranging Michael Bradley's (and Frederik Pohl's) research and pointing with alarm to the Sinclairs and Rosslyn Chapel.
I don't suppose your interlocutor gave a source for his crazy theory, but I'd be curious if it's an English-language one over a page or so.
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And what does all this have to do with Simon Templar?
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He's refering to the episode where Simon comes to a small Spanish town. The local police chief is certain that he's there to steal the exhibit of Columbus' silver from a local museum. In actuality, he's there to stop the real thieves. And there's a girl involved. And he beats up some nameless thugs. Then there's a closeup of Moore looking dashing and raising his eyebrow.
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