That sounds like John Cleese’s assertion that “…if you’re very, very stupid, how can you possibly realize that you’re very, very stupid? You’d have to be relatively intelligent to understand how stupid you are.”
Interesting idea. I tried to think about some monumental thing that I’ve been a schmuck about, couldn’t think of anything, but then I realized that I think that about myself all the time; it’s typically a feature of depression.
I got lost up mount Ainos in Kefalonia in 35c heat. But fortunately found myself a road, where a ranger who had been alerted by the islands police found me before nightfall. The Mrs wasn’t impressed, nor was the islands police chief, who gave me a telling off fof wandering about up a mountain alone without a compass…I suppose that was a bit silly of me…
I do admit that I’m a fool, but I hope not a _complete_ fool. I’m wise enough to partially realize my folly. I wasn’t born yesterday; I was born the day _before_ yesterday.
Here is an article in the New York Times about a giant rat thought extinct in the Solomon Islands. It was rediscovered through the knowledge of the local villagers. It mentions indigenous knowledge, something of a bête noire for Jerry Coyne.
Dr. Coyne is strident in his aversion to substituting indigenous ways of knowing for science. To a certain extent I agree. But he often makes it sound like he dismisses local knowledge out of hand. I’m sure he doesn’t mean that, since he knows that learning the natural history of organisms in field studies is often ibest accomplished by talking to locals with their lifetime of knowledge.
Anyone else immediately think of The Tale of the Giant Rat of Sumatra by Firesign Theatre? It arrived when I was 9, and I blame it for the ensuing years of punful punishments I have inflicted upon those around me.
Knowing how self-involved Mo is, the punchline here was quite predictable, but it’s Good Stuff nonetheless
I will always be in thrall
to that first neanderthal
who was the very first to brew
what’s well known to me and you
as fulsome, natural ethanol.
and let us not be in a rush
or forget the burning bush
whose emanations from on high
caused multitudes to swoon and sigh
and made the poets croon and gush.
drinking from a wooden cup,
cheers, old chap, bottoms up.
it’s good times at the cock and bull
with whisky, ale, wine, and mull.
excuse me while I quaff my sup.
so now I end my useless ditty;
be moderate, or you’ll feel shitty.
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That sounds like John Cleese’s assertion that “…if you’re very, very stupid, how can you possibly realize that you’re very, very stupid? You’d have to be relatively intelligent to understand how stupid you are.”
This seems to be related to the Dunning-Kruger effect. (see more on Wikipedia)
are we seeing a significant decrease in intellect with each new ‘prophet’
Moses : Jesus : Mo : Joseph Smith : Trump
Interesting idea. I tried to think about some monumental thing that I’ve been a schmuck about, couldn’t think of anything, but then I realized that I think that about myself all the time; it’s typically a feature of depression.
“Being dead is like being stupid; it’s only painful to those around you.”
-Ricky Gervais
“Of course I have regrets; if you don’t regret doing stupid things, it means you’re stupid.”
-Phyllis Diller
I got lost up mount Ainos in Kefalonia in 35c heat. But fortunately found myself a road, where a ranger who had been alerted by the islands police found me before nightfall. The Mrs wasn’t impressed, nor was the islands police chief, who gave me a telling off fof wandering about up a mountain alone without a compass…I suppose that was a bit silly of me…
I do admit that I’m a fool, but I hope not a _complete_ fool. I’m wise enough to partially realize my folly. I wasn’t born yesterday; I was born the day _before_ yesterday.
Here is an article in the New York Times about a giant rat thought extinct in the Solomon Islands. It was rediscovered through the knowledge of the local villagers. It mentions indigenous knowledge, something of a bête noire for Jerry Coyne.
Dr. Coyne is strident in his aversion to substituting indigenous ways of knowing for science. To a certain extent I agree. But he often makes it sound like he dismisses local knowledge out of hand. I’m sure he doesn’t mean that, since he knows that learning the natural history of organisms in field studies is often ibest accomplished by talking to locals with their lifetime of knowledge.
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/11/29/science/giant-rat-solomon-islands.html
Giant Rats? Nah that just an bunch of escaped feral scousers…
Anyone else immediately think of The Tale of the Giant Rat of Sumatra by Firesign Theatre? It arrived when I was 9, and I blame it for the ensuing years of punful punishments I have inflicted upon those around me.
Knowing how self-involved Mo is, the punchline here was quite predictable, but it’s Good Stuff nonetheless
I will always be in thrall
to that first neanderthal
who was the very first to brew
what’s well known to me and you
as fulsome, natural ethanol.
and let us not be in a rush
or forget the burning bush
whose emanations from on high
caused multitudes to swoon and sigh
and made the poets croon and gush.
drinking from a wooden cup,
cheers, old chap, bottoms up.
it’s good times at the cock and bull
with whisky, ale, wine, and mull.
excuse me while I quaff my sup.
so now I end my useless ditty;
be moderate, or you’ll feel shitty.
Cheers,
postdoggerel!