Guess what? Beginning today, I'll start contributing on the Intrepid magazine online blog. Intrepid magazine is edited by Scotty Roberts, who along my buddy Micah Hanks are putting together the Paradigm Symposium, to be celebrated in Minneapolis this October --if you want to meet me on Meatspace, this here is your best chance!
My first post delves into a mystery that, while still fairly recent, has nonetheless quickly become the stuff of legend among the Fortean social networks: Nick Redfern's prolificness.
Yep, I was a big fan of the 'hood back in the day. No surprise there, right? But the actual secret is this —I wasn't watching the program in my Pre-school days, like you're supposed to. I was in my early teens.
And there's a very good reason for this. Believe me.
You see, I liked to come back after school and turn on to PBS on cable —which was available back then along with the other major US channels before Mexican cable turned into a craptastic fest of HBO, Cinemax and a dozen other useless 'options— and tune in to Mr. Rogers not only because I liked his soothing tone and calming demeanor, but most importantly because his voice and pace were easy to follow. And for a teenage Mexican boy frustrated with how little he could grasp of the spoken words in all those foreign programs, this turned out to be an invaluable tool.
So I started to 'train my ear' so to speak as Mr. Rogers took his time to put on his sweater and tie his sneakers. And after a while of listening I could finally move on to more challenging subjects —like Transformers and The Price is Right. By the time I could follow the sitcoms it felt like I had passed the final test.
Yet I kept on watching Mr. Rogers. It simply grew on me. And finally it dawned on me: this man was no ordinary TV personality or educator; he was in a whole league of his own.
This man was a saint.
So it is as a token of appreciation to this wonderful man that I share this video prepared by John Boswell and his Symphony of Science.
I shall always remain your grateful neighbor, Mr. R.
How much is worth that which you hold most sacred?
What is the price you're willing to pay for progress?
The Wixarika nation is fighting for their rights to protect Wirikuta, their sacred mountain. The Mexican government has granted mining rights to a Canadian company which would greatly endanger the Wixarika's annual pilgrimage to Wirikuta. The center of the Cosmos in their religion would end up pillaged and soiled in search of short-term profit and meager jobs.
Fortunately, they are not alone in their struggle.
A collective of artists and musicians are trying to raise awareness of their plight, and to find a peaceful solution that will ensure the traditions of this indigenous group, along with opening sustainable opportunities for the Mestizos living in the Wirikuta area.
Aho Colectivo has prepared the Wirikuta Fest, a musical festival aimed to gather money & support to help the Wixarika in their legal battle.
If you would like to know more about this matter, please click here.
May the spirit of the blue deer prevail over greed.
A sad, SAD day for the Mexican arts.
But he was much more than that: Essayist; editorialist; political & social critic. In short, a true intellectual giant.
I had the great fortune of meeting Fuentes once in person in 2010. My sister Angélica invited me to a teachers congress celebrated in one of the hotels facing Paseo de la Reforma, and Fuentes was going to give the final lecture.
It's a doubly memorable anecdote, because that day I was wearing my finest black leather jacket which I took off once we were seated listening to other speakers, and when we stepped outside the hall --my sister and I-- during a brief recess, by the time we came back the jacket was gone! There's something to be said about the honesty of Mexican educators --or their lack thereof.
My sister was totally furious and was screaming and fighting with some of the organizers demanding that the jacket showed up, or else! I admit I was a bit concerned at first, seeing how I had kept the parking ticket I received at the hotel lobby in the inside pocket, yet once the proper measures were taken to ensure my car would not be allowed to exit the hotel without alerting me first, I was surprisingly serene and taking the loss of my jacket very philosophically. "What's done is done" I thought, and since I had gone there to hear Fuentes in the first place, I wasn't going to let the loss of the jacket interfere with my goal.
The organizers were so mortified --or fed up with my sister's rant-- that they even allowed us to sit in the front row of the auditorium, where I was in a great place to enjoy the words of Fuentes. I even worked up the nerve to ask something to him during the Q&A session; since the focus of the congress was the state of education in Mexico, I wanted to know what he felt about the over-saturation of information in the web, and how it was becoming more taxing to discern between reliable data and pure bunk.
Fuentes' reply pleased me greatly. He said that he wasn't too concerned with excessive information; quite the contrary, between an excesss of knowledge and censorship or other ways to restric access to information, he would always choose the former. I agree 100%.
At the end of his lecture I walked up to the stage, shook his hand, and asked him to sign my copy of 'La Región Más Transparente' (The Most Transparent Region). He wrote:
Alas, I don't have a photo which could have immortalized the moment. My sister was still so darn busy giving hell to the organizers about my jacket that she wasted the chance of taking a pic with her cell phone. I swear to God I wasn't bothered about it at all; the way I saw it, meeting such a literary legend was well worth a jacket ;)
Some days later Fuentes was invited to some TV program to talk about his most recent novel, and during the show he mentioned the congress he attended, and that he was pleased that some of the young teachers there kept copies of his oldest books *hint hint*
Oh! and remember how I said that had been a doubly memorable anecdote ? Well, I take that back: it was TRIPLY memorable. Because guess what? I got my jacket back!
Yeah. Believe it or not a week later I received a call from the hotel's administration telling me the 'person' who "had took my jacket by mistake" (yeah right) was willing to take it back so long as I accepted to not pick it up personally (?) but send someone else instead. My sister thinks the thief realized a person the size of the jacket's owner would be a bit intimidating, and presumably in a not too-cordial mood.
I don't know. I think about it as the Universe rewarding me for putting stock in the things that really matter. And meeting Fuentes was a rich experience that I'm happy to share with you know.
Farewell Carlos. The Universe decreed your departure on May 15th., the day in which we Mexicans honor our teachers; I couldn't really think of a more fitting way to underscore the importance of your career and the value of your legacy.
Descanse en Paz.
Sot it turns out that some weeks ago I received an e-mail from Avaaz encouraging me to start a campaign in their site, and after thinking for a while it turns out that there was something I could campaign for: the preservation of Cabo Pulmo.
Cabo Pulmo is a somewhat remote marine reserve located in the Mexican state of Baja California, and enjoys such an incredible biodiversity that it's considered the most robust marine reserve in the world; until recently it was only visited by a few scuba-diving enthusiasts that sought to find a pristine environment far away from five-starred hotels and noisy Spring-breakers; but later I found out through the radio and the Internet that this ecological treasure is threatened to be destroyed by a Spanish real state company planning to build a giant tourist resort and a marina dock.
You see, every President in Mexico has the unwritten mandate to promote a new tourist resort during their term. Years ago it was Ixtapa Zihuatanejo, then came the time for Puerto Vallarta, Cancún and so on. The idea is to attract as many dollar-spending tourists as possible, at the cost of the local population and the natural ecosystem. F*#ck the coral reefs and the natural balance and bring in the yachts and the golf courses! "Hey mister, you wanna go take a ride in the parachute?"
The end result is that over time the tourist resorts get eventually depleted of their natural beauty, and then turn into ecological wastelands that need to be maintained at the expense of other less-popular regions, like the beaches of Cancun that need periodic replenishments of sand from nearby areas (Cozumel) because the mangrove that protected them from the seasonal storms and hurricanes were wiped out with the construction of all those fancy all-inclusive resorts. But eventually the tourists get bored and the real-state investors move on to the next virgin site to be exploited --with so many coastal areas in the Republic, there's plenty of places to pick from, right?
And now it seems to be the turn of Cabo Pulmo. But I say there has to be another way in which the locals can sustainibly exploit the vast natural resources of the region and attract tourists in a responsible manner, while preserving the beauty and incredible biodiversity of the site for future generations to enjoy.
If you think this doesn't sound like an all-too unreasonable idea, you might want to add your signature tot he campaign, and click here :)
PS: Many thanks to Rick, who seems to have been the culprit for my little campaign's early success. I admit that I kind of forgot about it but now I have more than 100 signatures! Let's see if we can collect a few more.
[UPDATE May 18th]: Orale!! Almost 1200 signatures by now.
Faith in humanity, fully restored :3
Went to see The Avengers this afternoon.
For real :)
Q: If a baseball and bat cost $110, and the bat costs $100 more than the ball, how much does the ball cost?
If you answered $10 then you are a religious person. If you answer $5, then you probably are an agnostic, or an atheist.
That is, according to a new research published in tomorrow's edition of Science, which seeks to prove that religious persons are usually more intuitive --hence, they would have rushed to answer $10-- whereas people who are more analytical in their thinking --and would have answered $5-- tend to steer away from religion.
The problem with this argument, aside from being heavily biased, is that it's ultimately stupid. Just look at all the comments posted on Boing Boing, a very popular website among the geek blogosphere, who usually are pretty critical --even aversive-- to any concept pertaining to religion or speculation regarding fringe subjects outside the predominant materialistic paradigm. Many of the comments from people who claim to be anti-religious admit they didn't get the correct answer, whereas some religious folks did get it right.
The bat would cost $105, BTW.
Back in High School I used to be very good at Math. I mean exceedingly good, to the point that many of my friends would always want to sit next to me during tests, not because they wanted me to give them the answers --ours was the kind of teacher that cared more about HOW you solved the problem, and cheaters were easy to spot-- but because we used to corraborate our answers with each other.
I still remember fondly how my best friend Pepe was having trouble with one of the problems, so he raised his hand and asked "Professor, can I go to your desk? I have a doubt regarding one of the questions."
—"Mister Pérez, you know very weel that I don't clarify things during tests."
—"Ok so, can I ask Miguel then?"
(Don't worry, the teacher was more amused than angry; he knew we were both good students.)
But the point is that I've always had what some would call a religious mindset —for lack of a better term— when dealing with the 'bigger questions'; at the same time, I've considered myself to be a right-brained kind of individual, and I'm aware that my intuition is a great tool when it comes to face many problems in my life and professional career.
...But not ALL of them! Just the same as trying to apply an analytical methodology would probably get you nowhere during some critical situations, specially if you don't have enough data --that's where intuition excels: to fill in the gaps and leap from A to D while skipping C & D entirely.
So, if you got the answer to the baseball bat wrong, don't sweat about it: you don't have to go burn your copy of The God Delusion and join a convent. It just means that, like many religious or non-religious folks at there, despite your über-skeptic nature and rationality you're still a fallible human being —and you suck at Math ;)
Move over, Chapo! Starting this week, yours truly is going to distribute a regular dosis of red pills at Mysterious Universe, one of the greatest podcasts on the web, and host to many talented writers like Nick Redfern, Micah Hanks, Rob Murphy & Jason Offutt --and then there's me.