Archive for May, 2023

Questionable Church Signs #4 or, on the abuse of natural language

May 27, 2023

It’s hard to know where to begin with this two-sided sign that I’ve spied a few times when walking down Adelaide’s Rundle Mall.

On one side…

Jesus Saves From Hell

I have questions…

1. Which bank did Jesus make a Faustian bargain with and what interest rate is he getting?

2. What is Jesus doing in Hell? I thought he was sitting at the right hand of God. Unless God is actually Satan, then it all makes sense. All except the suffering in the eternal flames of Hell part.

On the flip side…

Naturally, as an atheist I’m included on this naughty list, along with witches, smokers, adulterers, gossipers, haters, LGBTIQ+ people, drunkards and various other awkwardly expressed nouns.

I didn’t immediately notice the incorrectly spelled “athiest“.

Other than that, they clearly know me well. All except the “lukewarm” bit. As an atheist I take my lack of faith very seriously thank you very much!

I had a short chat (trying to hear myself above the triumphal music blaring out of the boom box) with the street preacher who was standing near the sign. He wore a T-shirt saying “Jesus is Coming”.

Was Jesus just breathing heavy?, I wondered as an aside, although not aloud. Phew!

I asked the street preacher: What makes you think that anything you believe is true or that your holy book is right and no others (such as the Quran) are?

He proceeded, in the usual circular argument fashion, to refer to his holy book and what great things it says, commenting that Islam is much younger than Christianity, as if that somehow makes it less likely to be true.

I suggested that everyone, even he, is an atheist.

There are many gods both of us don’t believe in, such as Apollo, Poseidon, Vishnu, Zeuss. The street preacher doesn’t believe that Allah is the one true god, any more than I do.

We’re all polyatheists!

In this regard, the only difference between us, is that I believe in one less god, taking the count to zero instead of one.

In fact, “atheism” is a term that should not even exist. No one ever needs to identify himself as a “non-astrologer” or a “non-alchemist.”… Atheism is nothing more than the noises reasonable people make in the presence of unjustified religious beliefs.

Sam Harris, Letter to a Christian Nation

As before, he referred to the multitude of great things in the Bible. After a little more time exchanging pleasantries, I said “bye” and he said “God bless you”. I didn’t realise I had sneezed.

He seemed like a nice guy. Just misguided. I suppose we all are in our own way though.

We will all perish, including the street preacher. Repenting seems highly unlikely to help.

In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot

21 Mother’s Days

May 14, 2023

I do not especially like the idea that one day I shall be tapped on the shoulder and informed, not that the party is over but that it is most assuredly going on—only henceforth in my absence.

Christopher Hitchens, Hitch-22

Today is the 21st Mother’s Day since Mum died.

She would have been 95 years old on her birthday in August this year.

As I’ve written elsewhere, she was a mother’s mother. Karen and I were talking today about that and something I wrote in that post about Nicholas, 2 years old at the time in 2002, playing in the front yard, running around a bit too close to the footpath and road:

Mum, having only just recovered from a major lower leg fracture, did her best to run after him, even before anyone else reacted. No thought for herself.

It’s also Dad’s birthday today. He was 89 when he died in 2020 and would have been 92 today.

They left the party too soon.

Time passes. The rest of us go on.

Ace meets ACE BASIC

May 6, 2023

Nic told me about a small Dr Who fan event in Adelaide on May 6th, so we attended it. It was too difficult for Karen to be there when sleeping between night shifts.

Sophie Aldred, who played Ace, the last companion of the last Doctor (played by Sylvester McCoy) in the old series, was the guest.

She reminisced about her time in the TARDIS, allowed photos to be taken with her, signed stuff for people. Down to earth and entertaining, her voice seems unchanged since those BBC TV days. Remembrance of the Daleks (an eminently watchable classic) and Survival (a classic in its own way, especially with respect to understanding more about Ace) were screened while rows of people single-filed out for photo-ops and autographs at various times during the day.

In the Q&A session, Sophie commented upon how she did as many of her own stunts as the producers would let her. She also related how John Nathan-Turner suggested that various costumes be taken home at the end of episodes when things were coming to an end in 1989, not being able to say directly what was coming. After having her “Ace jacket” at home for 30+ years, Sophie was able to bring it to the set when reprising her role in Power of the Doctor in 2022. The one in the photo below was made by a local fan’s Mum for the Adelaide event.

I was born 3 days after Dr Who first aired on 23rd November 1963, so grew up with all the Doctors. My vivid memories of Dr Who start with Patrick Troughton’s and Jon Pertwee’s Doctors. Before McCoy, my favourite Doctor was, and to a large extent always will be, Tom Baker’s. Visiting William Hartnell’s episodes again when I was older was necessary to really appreciate him. As for companions, there are too many good ones to choose between. Apart from Sara Jane and Ace, of course…

Karen and I started going out together in 1988, in the middle of the too-short tenure of McCoy and Aldred, so they were “our” Dr Who and companion.

In the early 90s I created the ACE Basic compiler for the Amiga. The ACE Programmer’s Reference Manual starts with:

What is ACE?

  • AmigaBASIC Compiler with Extras?
  • A Creative Environment?
  • A Compiler for Everyone?
  • A Cool Enterprise?
  • Automatic Computing Engine (ala Alan Turing)?
  • Dr Who’s last companion?

I related all this to Sophie at autograph time, along with the fact that Nic and I being there represented two generations of Dr Who fans. She seemed to enjoy hearing it all.

Contrary to a lot of my posts these days, there’s nothing particularly deep to say here, except that sometimes it’s just a Good Thing to look after yourself a little bit, have some fun, reminisce about simpler times when anything seemed possible, even spend a little money on “frivolous” things now and then.