bioethics IV

Amy Greenwood takes on those pestilential ‘bioethicists’ whom I have heckled more than once.

Yes, if the world is different, we will think about it differently. So what? A worldview in flux is not an ethical problem, and why assume a new one will be inhuman or less profound? Besides, I don’t think I’m less committed to science now that I expect to live to 80 than if I expected to live to 40. In fact, if I had reason to believe I would die at 40, I might as well stop working on difficult problems because I probably wouldn’t have time to make much progress anyway. So in that way, I may be more committed to my work and to my personal engagements because I expect the long run to be, well, long.
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Anyway, the idea of living to 200 appeals to me enormously. Wouldn’t it be fun to have more time to get good, I mean really good, at what you are doing? There are so many languages to learn, books to read, people to talk to . . . in fact, I would distinctly relish a glut of the able. Maybe I’ll have my grandmother send some cookies over to the Council on Bioethics, because life is just really not that bad.

(Thanks to Charles Murtaugh for a link.)

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one appealing candidate

Dave Barry for President. (Link from Virginia Postrel)

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superhero rays

In the Spiderman movie that appeared a year ago, one striking departure from canon was to have a bio-engineered spider, rather than a radioactive one, bite Peter Parker. (Makes more sense anyway.) I wondered at the time, would Daredevil make a similar change?

Well, I never saw Daredevil. Did you?

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the cycles of time

One ear has been muffled by wax for what seems like weeks now, and today I’m just dopey. Gray sky doesn’t help.

Had my eyes checked on Tuesday. Guess what: at age 42 they’re starting to get a bit stiff. Otherwise, no news is good news.

Coming up is the XX anniversary of the beginning of The Year When I Got Laid Quite a Lot. How time flies.

Also coming up, June 26 is the UN’s International Day Against Drug Abuse and Illicit Trafficking. I trust you’ll observe it appropriately.

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why is it always Leftists?

Act for Love — “because activists need love too . . . ‘take action, get action.’”

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justice is a luxury?

Hornberger: Our Lives and Liberty Turn on Moussaoui

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life on the beach

You can see my house! In 1988–92 my then wife and I occupied the ground floor of the white three-story house to the left (north) of the red building behind the yellow truck in the foreground. We liked the cool climate but the damp got to be too much: some of my books mildewed.

The flat came with a brain-damaged cat; the previous tenant had found her with a cracked skull and had her patched up.

When Lady Underfoot disappeared we sought a replacement at Greyhaven, which had for some time been notorious for supplying local fandom with well-socialized kittens. We brought home Gilgamesh because he jumped up and washed my beard (perhaps mistaking it, because of its color, for one of his tribe; but he never did that again). Soon we decided that he missed his large family, so we brought home his sister Flojo. (But we called them Red and Pink respectively.)

Eventually the missus moved out and we sadly returned Pink to Greyhaven (Red having died, apparently of blunt trauma in the street). I don’t know how she ended up.

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