Last week saw the launch of my new blockbuster book, Through Fiery Trials. Continue reading
I enjoyed the years I spent researching creation doctrine, because it’s all good. The more I look into human affairs, though, the more depressingly corrupt they are, which shouldn’t really surprise me in the light of Jeremiah 17:9.
One of the earliest of the continuous stream of apocalyptic “scientific” prophecies that has culminated in 2030 and All That was Paul Ehrlich’s Population Bomb of 1968. Continue reading
From Sir Robert Ball, A Primer of Astronomy, Cambridge University Press, 1912: Continue reading
The question of the eternal soul came up at Peaceful Science in the context of what it means to be human (and specifically, to be a human living outside the Garden of Eden under the Genealogical Adam and Eve paradigm. Continue reading
I found ID palaeontologist Günter Bechly’s article on the newly announced fossil hominid Australopithecus anamensis extremely thought provoking. Continue reading
An important new article, by chemist Patrick Frank, was published on Friday in Frontiers in Earth Science. In essence, it demonstrates that none of the climate prediction models currently in use is capable of making any predictions whatsoever about anthropogenic CO2 warming, because their cumulative error-bars outweigh what they seek to predict by an order of magnitude. They are therefore used illegitimately to predict climate change. This would seem to be serious problem. Continue reading
Sorry that posts are a bit thin on the ground just now: a lot of work on the land, on book projects and church work are crowding things a bit. But the rather misanthropic cast of my piece on apes has been, if anything, reinforced by a series of blackmail e-mails, threatening to out me as a notorious paedophile – oh, sorry, pedophile: the guy is an American, it seems, and his e-mail host is in New York. Continue reading
So this week we took our twelve-year old granddaughter to Monkey World, east of our particular Eden here, in Dorset. It’s just down the road from the Bovington Tank Museum, so we had to be careful not to end up with the Shermans rather than the Simians (or the Chieftains instead of the Capuchins). I’ve seen the brown tourist signs for it for years, and assumed it was a small sad zoo in which fat children could gawp at small sad monkeys in cages. Continue reading
