The Short Shoot Diary II #1: Here I Go Again
April 29, 2006

Truth be told, I should probably be writing about the brilliant stupidity found in this article from the "Catholic Eductation Network" titled "An Evening with Darwin in New York" -- a supposed expose on the "faith" of "Darwinists". It's full of the usual crap, about how "Intelligent Design" is proving that evolution is matter of faith, that biologists and anthropologists are "agnostic" to evolution, and that the deceptively intelligent work of Behe, Denton and Wolfram have proven that evolution and Darwin's ideas are just "the culture war conducted by other means."

I don't have a degree in science. I have two degrees, one advanced, in social science (Political and Psychology & Education) and, in about eight weeks, a new advanced degree one in fine art (Screenwriting) so I'm not an expert in evolution by any means.

But I am educated, and even I, a liberal writer, can hunt through the books on my shelves, the accumulation of Human Knowledge (and ignorance) on the internet, and consult working scientists for enough information to point by point take apart take apart the crack-pot author of the article. (No observed evidence of Macroevolution? How dumb are you?)

What's galling to me is that the doofus behind the "Evening" article can do the same work I can and realize his point is vacant and, since he speaks in terms of furthering education, particularly vile. Education takes some work, but anyone can do it. Obviously though, this is far to much to ask in the case. Considering the book he has for sale (I linked it somewhere in here) I think I know why he doesn't care to do the work.

I wrote all of this as an introduction. See I'm making another movie, another short film. It's going to be a fucking awesome short film, something fun and meaningful at least to me and those involved. It comes out of our collective love of telling stories, of finding the best ways to be part of telling them -- be it as writers, as actors, or crew. As I've done before (though a lot of it crashed off line and sits now in a backup file that's a bitch to get through) I'm going to my best to write about the experience of making fiction. The fun of it. The joy in it.

This introduction is here as a reminder that whatever truths are found in a story, they are still stories, lies that tell truths. Science and the reasoning behind it, the hard, tedious work that countless people across the planet and back through the ages do and have done, that's about reality. That's about finding what actually is, what we're actually a small, small part of.

Stories, no matter how large or small, comment on the life They take liberties with reality to point the way to important matters. But don't confuse stories with reality, don't confuse them with life. The author of the "Evening" article, full of arrogance and hubris, makes that mistake. He holds fast to an ancient tale, perverting real work, real effort, real achievement, so that his special storybook remains firmly in place. We can only tell stories, we can only believe in the power of stories, when we have an idea of what's actually real. You need both to have, in a sense, either.

Enjoy each for what it is. Don't make them into what they aren't.

'Cause you're an asshole if you do.

Posted by Jody at April 29, 2006 10:54 AM

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