Earthquakes are hardly understood even by seismologists, people who spend years studying the movement of tectonic plates and call themselves experts on the subject. And along comes this court in L'Aquila, telling seismologists that they knew better than they claim they did, and hence ought to have warned people more about an earthquake that claimed a few hundred lives three years ago.
So now, we have judges telling scientists what can and cannot be known and predicted by science. Reminds me a bit of what the church did once upon a time. Seems like whoever holds the keys to making and upholding laws goes a bit bonkers from time to time.
While I cannot agree with this decision, I cannot be too harsh on the judges either. After all, we all make bad judgements from time to time. And the truly terrible ones are those that we label as "despite my better judgement". A swim in a choppy sea because you are at the shore for only a day; a drunken drive back home when you can't even walk; going hunting at the bar when you already have a cougar in your bedroom; blah blah blah.
I like to live in the garden, but I don't want to call it home because... because well, for one, the garden has seasons, some likable, others not so much. And a home should be home for all seasons. For two, if the garden gets used to my caring for it, and if I suddenly stop living there one day, what will the garden do about the many flowers it plans to sprout? For three, even if I adapted to reason one and the garden adapted to reason two, how does one live in a garden that is in another part of the world?
Despite my better judgement, I called it home. And then, my home slammed its door in my face. :)
So now, we have judges telling scientists what can and cannot be known and predicted by science. Reminds me a bit of what the church did once upon a time. Seems like whoever holds the keys to making and upholding laws goes a bit bonkers from time to time.
While I cannot agree with this decision, I cannot be too harsh on the judges either. After all, we all make bad judgements from time to time. And the truly terrible ones are those that we label as "despite my better judgement". A swim in a choppy sea because you are at the shore for only a day; a drunken drive back home when you can't even walk; going hunting at the bar when you already have a cougar in your bedroom; blah blah blah.
I like to live in the garden, but I don't want to call it home because... because well, for one, the garden has seasons, some likable, others not so much. And a home should be home for all seasons. For two, if the garden gets used to my caring for it, and if I suddenly stop living there one day, what will the garden do about the many flowers it plans to sprout? For three, even if I adapted to reason one and the garden adapted to reason two, how does one live in a garden that is in another part of the world?
Despite my better judgement, I called it home. And then, my home slammed its door in my face. :)
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Invest in a tent -- a mobile home. With no slam-able doors and a garden outside it if you wish
Succinct and open ended. Wah, almost sounds like I have been wished well.
You've been wishing for a while to be "wished well,"
And at least for a fortunate few wishes ought to come true
Hardly been wishing any such. Especially since I am not exactly fortunate. Maybe you ought to invest in a periscope yourself.
Oh yeah!? Well why don't you invest in a spellchecker given so many typos in your posts and a vagueness nullifier given the odd segue from L'Aquila to housing issues and no sense at the end...and and a shaver, a microscope, a tie pin and other things as well...and buy me that periscope while you're at it, i'm sure they have great resale value
Wow. So much anger at such a harmless suggestion. Got issues?
My biggest issue is no one ever gets my jokes....
So I should invest in an upgrade to my "getting jokes" too? :P
"Fortunate" is subjective too, by the way. Not to say, temporal as well.
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