Field of Daize’s

I’m having a fantastic hair day. There aren’t all that many times that I can say something good about my apperances, but let this be one of the few entries in which I do.

I went into university today to hand in my resignation (ie, to end my charade of an education and graduate, Van Wielder style). Lo and behold, the Arts office seems to be closed today and tommorow. Lazy bastards.

Meanwhile, it was pointed out to me - quite astutely - that I seem to have my finger in a few projects at the moment, which is good. There is the psych testing for the government job next week, there is the new job next week as well. There is a possibility of a side project with a friend of mine, and there is the probablity of continuing employment in a coffee shop, where I see myself having rather a lot of influence.

I also made a mean quiche last night. That always helps. The secret is nutmeg. Is there anything it CAN’T do?

I’m reading “Genome” by a guy called Matt Ridley. It is a book dumbing down genetics so that idiots like me can read it. He talks about intelligence, specifically about IQ, which I found really very funny. His basic stance - throughout the book - is that psychology and other “fussy social sciences” are just retards, and that the only knowledge we can ever get is by “hard sciences”.

I like the fact that geneticists seem to think that hard sciences are shit you can look at in a microscope. In my experience, things like physics and maths aren’t even counted in their models.

Anyways, it makes for an amusing read. He makes sweeping comments about how we have unequivically “proved” this and that about intelligence, and the genese that are involved… yadda yadda. He then sites dumb psych models that are championed by the American behaviourist tradition. He makes a lot of valid points, but it is hard to take him serious when he makes stupid remarks like saying that Binet is - paraphrasing - ‘the God of IQ”.

I wonder if I’d be so critical of sciences if I did more of them in Uni. I count psych as a science (many don’t). but the problem is that you are told from day one to be sceptic of EVERYTHING you learn. I have a feeling that this is not quite the same in other diciplines.

I have a stomach bug at the moment, it seems. This comes after a certain coffee festival, where I tried a “pie floater”. Basically a meat pie in a sea of mashed potato and peas. It tasted quite good, all things considered. It was also helped by coming from none other than the “Lord Nelson”, one of several pubs in Sydney to claim to be the first pub in Sydney. Though it did really taste quite good, I am narrowing it down as the source of this strange stomach bug/food poising.