<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12370792</id><updated>2011-12-14T11:57:37.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arzakem's Biotopia</title><subtitle type='html'>Here's how it felt blogging over my biotopic pond...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzakem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12370792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzakem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>arzakem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07645169932095085519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/8344/imheader38bq7bl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12370792.post-115542860457159748</id><published>2006-08-13T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T08:23:25.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Wooh, I'm back from a year of slumbering. :D Involved much time on my other &lt;a href="http://my.opera.com/arzakem"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Got a lot of things and photos to show in a few days - yes I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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All distribution must be made free of charge to the recipients. Anyone displaying a copy of the Defender's Guide at another web site is advised to check back periodically to see whether a new edition is available.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Defender's Guide to Science and Creationism: IV: Evolutionary Biology&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mark I. Vuletic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Last updated 17 January 2005]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Introduction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While creationists may disagree with one another about the age of the universe and the age of the Earth, they are unanimous in rejecting evolution. Strictly "biological" arguments are dealt with in this section, but arguments related to the fossil record are discussed in section V, and moral, theological, and philosophical objections are treated in sections VI and VII.&lt;br /&gt;Index of creationist misunderstandings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.1: The perfection of structures like the human eye is proof of creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.2: "Irreducibly complex" things could not have evolved by small steps, and evolutionists have not even tried to show that they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.3: There is no explanation for how the bacterial flagellum could have evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.4: Evolutionists cannot explain how feathers could have evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.5: Evolutionists cannot tell us exactly how most organisms and biological structures arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.6: Evolutionists cannot explain how butterfly metamorphosis could have evolved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.7: The genetic variation exhibited in microevolution was put in deliberately put in place by the creator in advance, and did not arise from mutation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.8: Homologous features do not prove ancestral relationships between any organisms, because all classifications above the species level are man-made and arbitrary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.9: The peppered moth does not demonstrate evolution because no speciation occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.10: Mutations are always harmful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.11: Mutations are rarely beneficial, so they cannot drive evolution. Would you want your house built by a carpenter who made 99 bad houses for every good one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.12: Mutations never increase the amount of genetic information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.13: Chromosome numbers cannot change without producing harmful effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.14: Punctuated equilibrium posits massive mutations which cause an organism to give birth to a radically different organism, like a reptile giving birth to a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.15: There are plenty of mutations that cause birth defects, but none that cause "birth improvements."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.16: The rate of mutation is too small for mutation to serve as a source of variation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.17: Regardless of mutation rates, the rate of microevolution is too low to account for the macroevolutionary change observed in the fossil record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.18: Macroevolution remains unproved because no one has observed it. In fact, macroevolution is in principle unobservable, so evolution is unscientific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.19: No one has ever seen one species arise from another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.20: If evolution were true, fish would have evolved into amphibians and land animals more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.21: Sexual reproduction could not have come about through evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.22: There is no evidence for the rapid development of new species in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.23: Natural selection is a tautology: the fittest survive, and those who survive are the fittest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.24: Given uniform population growth rates, there could not have been humans before 10,000 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.25: Haldane's Dilemma proves that human could not have evolved over the time span evolutionists say they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.26: If humans had evolved from apes, there would no longer be any apes around.&lt;br /&gt;Analysis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.1: ASSERTION: The perfection of structures like the human eye is proof of creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: (i) The human eye is actually quite flawed, as evidenced strikingly by the fact that the photoreceptors in the eye are embedded upside-down in the retina. The photoreceptors face away from the lens of the eye, so that their attached blood vessels and bipolar cells (neurons that convey information from the receptors to the brain) rest between the receptors and the lens. This causes deficiencies in human vision, most notably a blind spot in the visual field of each eye caused by the holes where the neurons exit the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The squid eye, by contrast, does not have this problem: its photoreceptors are wired in the correct way. This raises the question of why a creator whose crowning invention was the human being would make such a grave engineering error in the human eye but not in that of a presumably less important creature. As the title of a Jared Diamond article puts it, "If the creationists are right, God is a squid" (Diamond 1985).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imperfect engineering is, of course, apparent in far more than the human eye. Useless and inefficient structures abound in the natural world; for instance, the hollow bones of flightless birds, the clumsy "thumb" of the giant Panda, and the vestigial pelvis of pythons and whales (Futuyma 1983:198-200). If these structures were created, they must have been designed specifically to look like they had evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ia) Some creationists argue that the bizarre wiring of the human eye is designed to filter out ultraviolet rays, and that the squid has normal wiring because it lives at depths where ultraviolet rays do not penetrate. Frank Zindler responds:&lt;br /&gt;First of all, what good is it to protect the photoreceptors when the neuronal fibers coming from them are subjected to greater amounts of supposedly damaging UV radiation? (The neuronal fibers run in front of the photoreceptors.) The UV would be just as damaging to the neurons as to the photoreceptors. In fact, the major damage done by UV appears to be to the lens at the front of the eye. Why couldn't god have designed a cornea that reflected all UV, protecting all the internal parts of the eye? Now THAT would be a sign of design!&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the tiny difference in thickness between the photoreceptor layer and the anterior surface of the retina is of no significant importance with respect to UV protection.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, and this is probably the most important point: If water absorbs UV so efficiently (and it does), why is it that fishes -- like all vertebrates -- have THEIR retinas on backwards also? (Zindler 1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ii) But could biological structures as complex as the human eye, even admitting its imperfections, arise via evolution? Naturally, no one has observed the evolution of the eye in a laboratory because of the timescale involved, but one can look to the gradations in the present world for clues. In fact, nature displays progressions of simple to complex visual structures (Ecker 1990:65-66), such that one can see how the eye could have gradually developed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(iii) Paul R. Gross explains how a model by Dan Nilsson and Sussanne Pelger has bolstered the case for the natural evolution of the eye by small steps:&lt;br /&gt;In a 1994 theoretical paper, Nilsson and Pelger modeled one possible evolutionary pathway to the geometry of a fish-like eye from a patch of photo-responsive cells. There were already such cells -- among the oldest organisms on Earth -- a billion years before there were eyes. Nilsson and Pelger used pessimistic estimates of the relevant parameters (such as the intensity of selection) for their number-crunching. The point was to determine how many plausible, populational micro-steps of variation would be needed, under minimal assumptions, for very weak selection to yield a fish-like eye -- and then under reasonable assumptions to convert micro-steps into generations and years. The order of magnitude answer was 350,000 -- a geological blink of the eye. (Gross 2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a strange controversy about the fact that popular writings by Richard Dawkins have incorrectly described Nilsson's and Pelger's work as a computer simulation, when it is in fact a mathematical model. Creationists appear to be very worked up about this, but as Nilsson himself explains:&lt;br /&gt;I have not considered this to be very serious, because a simulation would be a mere automation of the logic in our paper. A complete simulation is thus of moderate scientific interest, although it would be useful from an educational point of view.&lt;br /&gt;The Nilsson and Pelger (1994) paper remains scientifically sound, and it has not been challenged in any scientific journal with a peer review system. (Nilsson 2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.2: ASSERTION: "Irreducibly complex" things could not have evolved by small steps, and evolutionists have not even tried to show that they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: According to creationist Michael Behe, who coined the term "irreducible complexity," an irreducibly complex system is "a single system which is composed of several interacting parts that contribute to the basic function, and where the removal of any one of the parts causes the system to effectively cease functioning" (Behe 1997). However, there is no reason at all why such systems could not evolve. Allen Orr explains:&lt;br /&gt;An irreducibly complex system can be built gradually by adding parts that, while initially just advantageous, become -- because of later changes -- essential. The logic is very simple. Some part (A) initially does some job (not very well, perhaps). Another part (B) later gets added because it helps A. This new part isn't essential, it merely improves things. But later on, A (or something else) may change in such a way that B now becomes indispensable. (Orr 1998) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Orr notes, gene duplication often provides the route by which irreducibly complex processes arise:&lt;br /&gt;Molecular evolutionists have shown that some genes are duplications of others. In other words, at some point in time an extra copy of a gene got made. The copy wasn't essential -- the organism obviously got along fine without it. But through time this copy changed, picking up a new, and often related, function. After further evolution, this duplicate gene will have become essential. (Orr 1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are there mechanisms whereby irreducibly complex systems can be gradually evolved, but Russell Doolittle (who was unfairly criticized in Behe's book) also describes experimental proof that one of Behe's favorite examples of an irreducibly complex system (the blood-clotting process) is not even irreducibly complex to begin with:&lt;br /&gt;Recently the gene for plasminogen was knocked out of mice, and, predictably, those mice had thrombotic complications because fibrin clots could not be cleared away. Not long after that, the same workers knocked out the gene for fibrinogen in another line of mice. Again, predictably, these mice were ailing, although in this case hemorrhage was the problem. And what do you think happened when these two lines of mice were crossed? For all practical purposes, the mice lacking both genes were normal! [A footnote here refers to Bugge et al. 1996.] Contrary to claims about irreducible complexity, the entire ensemble of proteins is not needed. (Doolittle 1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the claim that evolutionists have not even tried to posit and research mechanisms whereby allegedly irreducibly complex systems could have evolved, John Catalano (2004) gives short shrift to that claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For extensive links to articles by and on Michael Behe and his cavalcade of irreducible complexity, see John Catalano's "Behe's Empty Box" at www.world-of-dawkins.com/Catalano/box/behe.htm. For a beautifully illustrated critique of Behe along the same lines as Orr, see Keith Robison's "Darwin's Black Box: Irreducible Complexity or Irreproducible Irreducibility?" at www.talkorigins.org/faqs/behe/review.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.3: ASSERTION: There is no explanation for how the bacterial flagellum could have evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: I refer the reader to an article by Ian Musgrave on the evolution of the bacterial flagellum, at www.health.adelaide.edu.au/Pharm/Musgrave/essays/flagella.htm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.4: ASSERTION: Evolutionists cannot explain how feathers evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: (i) The standard view is that feathers evolved from reptilian scales. One can see how this might have happened when one looks at gradations in the present world, where there seem to be intermediates between scales and feathers, often on the same bird. Christopher McGowan explains:&lt;br /&gt;If we examine the wing of a penguin, we see a wide range of covering structures, from small structures that look like scales at the leading edge, to structures that are obviously feathers at the trailing edge. There are all shades in between. (McGowan 1984:119)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McGowan goes on to point out that&lt;br /&gt;feathers and scales are essentially just variations on a theme; both are formed of a horny protein called keratin, and they both develop along similar embryonic pathways. (McGowan 1984:120)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.5: ASSERTION: Evolutionists cannot tell us exactly how most organisms and biological structures arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: Evolutionists can account for many biological structures with considerable ease, as long as they are not held to the unreasonable standard of absolutely exact knowledge. For instance, as Douglas J. Futuyma writes,&lt;br /&gt;One of the most amazing aspects of evolution is how easy it is to account for major transformations through rather simple changes in developmental processes. Most of the differences among different kinds of mammals are quite simply accounted for by changes in the relative rates of growth of different parts of the body. Speed up the elongation of fingers to get a bat wing; slow down the development of teeth or legs to reduce or eliminate them in whales; slow down the growth of the lateral toes and increase that of the middle one to get a horse's hoof. (Futuyma 1982:63-64)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.6: ASSERTION: Evolutionists cannot explain how buttefly metamorphosis could have evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: The evolution of butterfly metamorphosis is not especially well understood, but this is hardly damning evidence against evolution, since butterfly metamorphosis itself is not especially well understood. It is unfair to criticize evolutionists for not having an evolutionary explanation for a process, when the mechanisms underlying the process have not yet been detailed. Since evolution accounts so well for other processes and structures, it seems that the burden of proof in the meantime must be on creationists to demonstrate that butterfly evolution is not possible, which they have no hope of doing at this time, since they do not know the mechanisms underlying butterfly metamorphosis either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.7: ASSERTION: The genetic variation exhibited in microevolution was put in deliberately put in place by the creator in advance, and did not arise from mutation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: (i) Since the kinds of creationists who tend to make this claim also tend to be Biblical literalists, it is worth pointing out that the claim cannot be true if the story of Noah's Flood is true. According to the Flood story, only two of each kind of creature (or at least of most kinds: there is disagreement between certain verses of Genesis) were taken onto Noah's boat, while God sent the rest to a watery grave. Since individual organisms can have at most two alleles for each gene locus (we are excluding plants and assuming that Noah did not have Klinefelter syndrome), this means that each surviving kind of organism could have at most four alleles after the Flood, regardless of how many alleles were created by God in the beginning. But we now see far more alleles per locus for many loci in the populations of most organisms, which means they could only have come into existence by mutation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the creationist claim is even incompatible with the story of Adam and Eve. Adam and Eve could at best hold four alleles per locus in their combined genome. But, as a typical example, locus HLA-DRB1 (one of the genes in the human leukocyte antigen complex) has 59 alleles (Ayala et al. 1993:78), which must have come from mutation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ii) More importantly from a scientific standpoint, experimentation with bacteria has shown that antibiotic resistance can and does arise from beneficial mutation, rather than being already present in the bacteria. Douglas Futuyma explains:&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Lederberg did an experiment in which he grew thousands of colonies of genetically identical bacteria from a single bacterial cell that was unable to survive in the presence of streptomycin. He divided each colony of cells in two, and grew one half with and one half without streptomycin. A few of the colonies survived on streptomycin, because they carried new mutations for streptomycin resistance. (Futuyma 1983:137)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the bacterium from which the resistant colonies evolved was not itself streptomycin resistant, Lederberg's experiment proves that resistance is generated by a mutation, and is not a quality that needs to be present in bacteria from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.8: ASSERTION: Homologous features do not prove ancestral relationships between any organisms, because all classifications above the species level are man-made and arbitrary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: Where taxa with fine differences are concerned, the classification of a given species may be a bit contrived (as is the case with transitional forms, which usually could be filed as easily under one class as another), but there are clear major differences between most taxa from genus to kingdom level. Still, the homologies persist across taxa, so either they were made by a deceitful creator who wanted to deceive everyone into believing evolution occurred, or else they constitute real evidence of the ancestral relationships between various kinds of organisms. While classification is a human endeavor, the similarities and differences between various organisms caused by their degree of relatedness constitute a reality independent of the choices we make in our classification system. (Ruse 1982:309-310)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.9: ASSERTION: The peppered moth does not demonstrate evolution because no speciation occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: Industrial melanism in the peppered moth was never intended as an example of speciation in the first place, bur rather as an example of microevolution through natural selection. If the standard account of the peppered moth is correct, then industrial melanism does in fact constitute an example of evolution -- one must simply be clear about exactly what is being claimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should comment briefly on the recent flap surrounding the peppered moth experiments. A few respectable scientists argued relatively recently that the original peppered moth experiments were flawed. In typical fashion, a number of disreputable creationists seized upon this and blew it all out of proportion, claiming that the experiments had been hoaxes, or that they did not demonstrate natural selection at all. One should read the following letter by Bruce Grant, one of the reputable scientists in question, who rebuts the charge that fraud was involved in the peppered moth experiment, and affirms that the original experiment does indeed demonstrate natural selection quite clearly, at www.pratttribune.com/archives/index.inn?loc=detail&amp;doc=/2000/December/13-653-news92.txt. Ken Miller also privides a very readable presentation of the whole matter at www.millerandlevine.com/km/evol/Moths/moths.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.10: ASSERTION: Mutations are always harmful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: On the contrary, some mutations have been shown to be extraordinarily beneficial. For instance, consider the following report by George Bakken:&lt;br /&gt;Microorganisms have acquired new enzymes that allow them to metabolize toxic industrial wastes never occurring in nature (e.g. chlorinated and flourinated hydrocarbons), and are an increasingly important method of pollution control (Ghosal et al., Science 228: 135-142, 1985). Susumi Ohno (Proc. Natl. Acad. Sci. 81:2421-2425, 1984) found that one such new enzyme, nylon linear oligomer hydrolase, resulted from a frame-shift mutation. Frame-shift mutations scramble the entire structure of a protein, and so the enzyme is a random construct! As would be expected, this new enzyme is imperfect and has only 1% the efficiency of typical enzymes, bu the important thing is that it works (Bakken, n.d.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the mutation documented by Ohno allows the microorganisms in question to consume short nylon oligomers as a primary food source, it certainly qualifies as a beneficial mutation. It is interesting to note that the acquisition of this new metabolic activity has been duplicated in the laboratory (although it is not clear whether it involved the same kinds of microorganisms, the same frame-shift mutation, or the same enzyme). Richard Harter reports:&lt;br /&gt;In the experiments, non-nylon-metabolizing strains of Pseudomonas were grown with nylon oligomers available as the primary food source. Within a relatively small number of generations, they developed these enzyme activities. (Harter 1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example comes from researchers working with the nematode Caenorhabditis elegans, who have identified "four genes, that, when mutated, can make these worms use energy more efficiently, feed and swim at a slower pace -- and live many times their normal life-span. Some of the experimental nematodes lived for almost 2 months, far longer than their expected 9 days" (Pennisi 1996:949; see also Lakowski 1996:1010-1013).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another example, pertaining to humans and AIDS resistance:&lt;br /&gt;Population geneticist Stephen O'Brien of the National Cancer Institute, his NCI colleagues Michael Dean and Mary Carrington, and their collaborators provide strong confirmatory evidence that people who have two mutant copies of the gene for CCRS (also known as CKRS), the chemokine receptor that HIV uses when it initially infects white cells, are highly resistant to HIV infection. Another, entirely new, finding is that people who get infected with HIV, but have one mutant copy of the CCRS gene, progress to AIDS more slowly than do people without the mutation. (Cohen 1996:1797)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even some of the most seemingly deleterious mutations can have great adaptive value in certain environments. For instance, mutations that cause stunted wing growth in Drosophila increase the fly's ability to survive on islands where high winds are present (Ruse 1982:92). This explains why decades of irradiating Drosophila in the laboratory produced only less fit mutants: in a population's normal environment, virtually all mutations must be neutral or deleterious, because the population is already extremely well adapted to its environment (Moore 1983:11-13). But the same mutations that are deleterious in the organism's normal environment may become beneficial on the geographical fringes of a population, or in the event of environmental change throughout the entire geographical range of the population (a hurricane might wipe out all of the winged Drosophila on an island). It also offers a partial explanation why evolution should be expected to proceed in a punctuated manner on the geological time scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, even certain classes of macromutations can be neutral or beneficial. Richard Dawkins presents an example with snake vertebrae:&lt;br /&gt;The number of vertebrae in different species of snakes varies from 200 to 350. Since all snakes are cousins of each other, and since vertebrae cannot come in halves or quarters, this must mean that, from time to time, a snake is born with at least one more, or one fewer, vertebra than its parents. These mutations deserve to be called macro-mutations, and they have evidently been incorporated in evolution because all these snakes exist. (Dawkins 1996:103) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(iii) The young-earth creationist organization Answers in Genesis has declared this an argument that "should definitely not be used" by creationists. They advise using the argument critiqued in 4.12 instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.11: ASSERTION: Mutations cannot be responsible for evolution, since they are usually deleterious. Would you want your house built by a carpenter who made 99 bad houses for every good one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: This kind of criticism simply rests on a bad analogy, something like saying that since you stand little chance of winning the lottery with one ticket, therefore you stand little chance of winning the lottery with 10 million tickets. Here is a better analogy for the way mutation and natural selection work to improve things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose your house is able to reproduce itself at no cost to you. You allow it to reproduce until you have 100 new houses. Then you ask the carpenter to work on each of the houses, trying to improve them. If the creationist is right, the carpenter will damage 99 of the houses, but will improve one of them. So you throw away the 99 damaged ones, and keep the improved one. That one then reproduces itself 100 times. The carpenter goes to work on the 100 copies of the improved house. He damages 99 of them, but improves one of them further. It is simply enough to see that if the reproduction is fast enough, you will soon end up with a mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with the creationists' analogy is that it assumes that there is only one chance for mutation to produce a good result. Naturally, if God offers to mutate your DNA, you should refuse, because you are liable to end up worse. However, you can be pretty sure that if God mutates the DNA of every person on earth, someone is bound to end up better than he or she was before. It probably will not be you, but again, evolution does not require everyone to become improved, since even a single improvement will spread as organisms reproduce and compete with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.12: ASSERTION: Mutations never increase the amount of genetic information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: It is unclear how to evaluate this claim without a definition of "genetic information." If the term simply refers to any functional sequence of DNA, then mutations that duplicate functional sequences of DNA obviously can very easily increase the amount of genetic information in a genome. If novelty is also required, then it is worth noting that point mutations to the duplicate sequences can generate novel functions without impairing the original function. This is, in fact, how hemoglobin evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.13: ASSERTION: Chromosome numbers cannot change without producing harmful effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: The first thing to note is that chromosomal aberrations are not universally harmful. As William Klug and Michael Cummings point out, there is normally diversity in chromosomal structure within single species:&lt;br /&gt;While the chromosome number is commonly regarded as invariant for a given species, the arrangement of chromosomal material is often polymorphic through chromosomal inversions and translocations. These chromosomal aberrations usually have little direct effect on the phenotype because gene content is rearranged but not altered. (Klug and Cummings 1983:528)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, chromosome number can change without altering gene content through the fusion or fragmentation of chromosomes. The second edition of Colin Patterson's book Evolution contains a striking pictorial example, showing how the chromosomal patterns of Drosophila pseudoobscura and D. melanogaster can each be derived from the chromosomal pattern of D. subobscura by chromosome fusion: D. pseudoobscura by one fusion, and D. melanogaster by two (Patterson 1999:33)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.14: ASSERTION: Punctuated equilibrium posits massive mutations which cause an organism to give birth to a radically different organism, e.g. a reptile giving birth to a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: This is simply false. Punctuated equilibrium does not require macromutations (or "saltations"). It requires only that evolution proceed rapidly on the geological scale, with long intermittent periods of stasis. This is entirely consistent with ordinary rates and mechanisms of speciation, since "rapid" on the geological scale and "gradual" on the biological scale, are compatible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.15: ASSERTION: There are plenty of mutations that cause birth defects, but none that cause "birth improvements."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: As Edward E. Max writes:&lt;br /&gt;Does the fact that we know many human detrimental mutations but essentially no clear ones mean that there have been no beneficial mutations in human history? Not at all, since there is a clear bias in what medical scientists have studied. The human mutations we know most about are detrimental because medical scientists preferentially study illnesses that cause significant morbidity and mortality. Consider the theoretical possibility that a beneficial mutation has occurred in a particular human gene; even if this mutation were identified by a comparison of the mutated gene in a child versus the unmutated version of the same gene in both parents, there is no way that this mutation would ever be recognized as beneficial. If the mutation increased intelligence, strength, longevity or specific disease resistance, this would never be apparent without long-term breeding experiments that could obviously never be done on humans. Therefore, since such beneficial mutations in humans could never be recognized in humans, our ignorance of examples cannot be taken as evidence that they don't exist. However, the experiments necessary to demonstrate a beneficial mutation can be done with laboratory organisms that multiply rapidly, and indeed such experiments have shown that rare beneficial mutations can occur. (Max 1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is in fact somewhat better than Max describes, as there are known beneficial mutations in humans. For instance, as pointed out in 4.10, one mutation in the gene for CCRS causes one to progress slower from HIV to AIDS, and two mutations in the same gene increases one's resistance to infection by HIV in the first place (Cohen 1996:1797).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.16: ASSERTION: The rate of mutation is too small for mutation to serve as a source of variation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: According to Philip Kitcher:&lt;br /&gt;The charge that mutations are rare depends on confusing the mutation rate per locus (on the order of 1 mutation per 100,000 loci) with the rate per zygote (of the order of 1 mutation per zygote) or the rate per population (of the order of 1 billion per population). From an evolutionary perspective, it is the last of these rates that is important. Hence, although [it] is right to claim that mutations are rare (in one sense), [it] is quite wrong to think that this spells trouble for evolutionary theory. Indeed, neo-Darwinian evolutionary theory insists on the rarity of mutation at any individual locus, claiming, for this reason, that natural selection is a more powerful force than mutation (if mutation were extremely frequent, then selection would play a less crucial role). (Kitcher 1982:97)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although mutation without natural selection is not expected to substantially transform a population (though it certainly can have an impact), natural selection causes beneficial mutations to spread quickly through a population. Moreover, if a mutant allele is only detrimental in homozygous form, it will take many generations to eliminate it from the gene pool, even if the homozygous form is lethal (Ruse 1982:79-84). This, as well as the common phenomenon of heterozygote fitness (cases in which the heterozygous form has an advantage neither homozygous form has, as with the malaria resistance conferred by a single sickle-cell allele), helps to keep populations supplied with a reservoir of mutant genes, some of which will have an advantage over the "normal" alleles in the event of environmental change. Populations do not have to wait around for lucky mutations to occur after the environment changes - the mutant genes, now beneficial, are already in the gene pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.17: ASSERTION: Regardless of mutation rates, the rate of microevolution is too low to account for the macroevolutionary change observed in the fossil record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: Philip D. Gingerich makes a few observations about this point, using the "darwin" (d) as a factor of change (1 d = change by a factor of e per million years, e being the base of the natural logarithm: see Gingerich 1983:159):&lt;br /&gt;[R]ates [of evolution] on the order of 400 d probably characterize speciation and radiation in new adaptive zones...Microevolutionary rates measured on the scale of tens or hundreds of years are much higher than phyletic rates derived from fossils. A microevolutionary rate of 400 d is sufficient to change a mouse into an elephant in 10,000 years...Evolution on a microevolutionary scale is invisible in the fossil record, but this does not preclude microevolutionary processes operating over geological time from producing macroevolutionary change on the longer time scale. Microevolution and macroevolution are different manifestations of a common underlying process. (Gingerich 1983:161).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.18: ASSERTION: Macroevolution remains unproved because no one has observed it. In fact, macroevolution is in principle unobservable, so evolution is unscientific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: Although information in experimental science is acquired through observation, the observation of a great amount of indirect evidence of a process makes as good a scientific case as the direct observation of a process. As Michael Ruse asks, "[t]he evidence that I have a heart is all indirect, neither I nor anyone else ever seen it, but does anyone really believe that it is not a fact that I have a heart?" (Ruse 1982:58). In the same way, there is sufficient evidence for macroevolution that it can safely be considered a fact without direct observation of the process occurring in our time. We need not, as many unsophisticated creationists put it, observe cats changing into dogs right before our eyes, in order to have a good case for macroevolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.19: ASSERTION: No one has ever seen one species arise from another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: As one example, in 1964, Dr. D. J. Reish removed 5 or 6 polychaetes (Nereis acuminata) from Los Angeles/Long Beach Harbor, and grew his sample to a size of thousands. in 1986, four pairs from this group were brought to Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution; the population at Woods Hole thus had gone through two bottlenecks, which are supposed to help drive evolution through genetic drift. In 1977-1978, two new cultures of N. acuminata were gathered from nearby Long Beach and Newport Beach, and grown under the same conditions as the Woods Hole sample. The three populations were later crossed, and it was found that the only crosses that would not produce viable offspring were the crosses involving the Woods Hole culture and the two new cultures. This signifies nothing less than speciation, and all in the laboratory as well. (Weinberg et al. 1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(iii) The young-earth creationist organization Answers in Genesis has has declared this an argument that "should definitely not be used" by creationists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.20: ASSERTION: If evolution were true, then fish would have evolved into amphibians and land animals more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: First of all, many populations of fish are in fact continuing to evolve. One should not, however, expect them to again evolve fully into amphibians, because the niche they would be exploiting is already occupied by amphibians. D. H. Patent explains:&lt;br /&gt;Many animals of today appear to be in transition between like in the water and life on land. These organisms can survive at least for limited periods of time in either environment. But we cannot say what the future holds for them. We do not know if they are "on the way" to a terrestrial existence. The chances are, in fact, that they are not really evolving away from an acquatic existence. A species cannot take over a niche that is already occupied by another unless it is in some way better adapted to that niche. Since present land animals have been evolving for millions of years, they have become about as well adapted to land living as possible; a newcomer which is trying to "fit in" is not likely to displace them. (Patent 1977:58-59) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.21: ASSERTION: Sexual reproduction could not have come about through evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: I will leave this question to Don Lindsay, who takes it up at www.cs.colorado.edu/~lindsay/creation/sex.html. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.22: ASSERTION: There is no evidence for the rapid development of new species in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: Here are two examples: (i) 3,500 years ago, a small lake was separated from Lake Victoria by a sandbar. There are now five species endemic to the new lake; they have evolved from the original species in a geological instant (McGowan 1984:29). (ii) A population of Nereis acuminata isolated in 1964 was no longer able to interbreed with its ancestors by 1992 (Weinberg et al. 1992).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.23: ASSERTION: Natural selection is a tautology: the fittest survive, and those who survive are the fittest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: (i) Fitness is never defined in terms of an organism's ability to survive; rather, it is defined in terms of the organism's reproductive success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ii) Robert Pennock explains a second problem:&lt;br /&gt;Consider the formula: May the best man win. It seems harmless, but the creationist now points out that we determine which team is best by seeing which wins. If that is what it means to be "best," then the expressed wish seems to reduce to "May the team that wins be the team that wins." It is thus vacuous dogma, objects the creationist, to subsequently explain who won in terms of one team's being "better" than the other. However, we sports fans are not fooled into abandoning the game by such arguments. Of course we do determine which is the best team by looking at its record of wins , and we would certainly explain why it won the trophy by noting its superior record over its rivals. But we understand that this is not the end of the story...even though we do judge on the basis of record, we do not doubt that it is the physical traits of a team, its superior characteristics and playing ability, that make it better than the others. Understanding this, we also understand that it is possible that the best team might not win...This parallels the distinction that biologists make between evolution by natural selection and evolution by natural drift, and the mere fact that we recognize such distinctions is by itself sufficient to show that the tautology objection does not hold in either sports or evolutionary theory. (Pennock 1999:101)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pennock is pointing out what Mills and Beatty explicitly state: that fitness is better described in terms of an organism's propensity to leave offspring, than in terms of the actual number of offspring that organism leaves. Quantitatively, fitness (relative to an environment) should be understood as the expected number of descendants to be left: "the weighted sum of [possible numbers of descendants], where the appropriate weights are the probabilites of [leaving that number of descendants]" (Mills and Beatty 1979:11). Since the idea of fitness as propensity to leave offspring does not entail that an organism will in fact leave any offspring at all, the idea is thus not tautologous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it yet another way, alleles that increase in frequency in a population do not necessarily do so because they confer greater fitness upon their hosts - some alleles increase in frequency because of genetic drift and bottleneck effects. Organisms that reproduce more than their peers due to sheer luck and happenstance are not automatically fitter, even though they are the survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ii) The young-earth creationist organization Answers in Genesis has declared the argument that natural selection is tautologous "doubtful, hence inadvisable to use" by creationists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.24: ASSERTION: Given uniform population growth rates, there could not have been humans before 10,000 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: Population growth rates are not uniform. Robert Pennock elaborates:&lt;br /&gt;While application of the principle of uniformity makes good sense when speaking of radioactive decay or random mutation, it does not work so simply given what we know of the history of human population size...Data on other animal species in nature reveal that population size is typically highly variable, with cycles of increase and decrease that average a growth rate of zero, which is what scientists believe held for most of the early history of the human species as well. It was only the advent of agricultural production, the development of permanent settlements and cities, and the introduction of mechanization that allowed the rate of human population growth to depart significantly from this norm to achieve exponential increase. (Pennock 1999:225)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.25: ASSERTION: Haldane's Dilemma proves that human could not have evolved over the time span evolutionists say they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: I have not been able to assess this claim myself, so I refer the reader to two other sites that discuss it:&lt;br /&gt;Robert William's very technical response at www.gate.net/~rwms/haldane1.html. &lt;br /&gt;Mark L. Bakke's comparatively non-technical response at http://www.bakkster.com/r_crea18.htm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.26: ASSERTION: If humans had evolved from apes, there would no longer be any apes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: (i) Nothing in evolutionary biology says that humans evolved from apes. Rather, humans and apes both evolved from a common ancestor which (as it so happens) is not around anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ii) Even if evolutionists did claim that humans evolved from apes (because there are instances when evolutionists claim that a species is descended from another species still in existence today; apes and humans are just not one of these instances), to say that such evolution is impossible because there are still apes around today would be like arguing that an American cannot have Japanese ancestry since there are still Japanese people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(iii) The young-earth creationist organization Answers in Genesis has disavowed this argument as an argument that "should definitely not be used" by creationists.&lt;br /&gt;References&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. J. Ayala et al. 1993. MHC polymorphism and human origins. Scientific American 269(6):78-83.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. S. Bakken. [n.d.] Creation or Evolution? Berkeley: National Center for Science Education. [Pamphlet]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Behe. 1997. Molecular machines: experimental support for the design inference. www.arn.org/docs/behe/mb_mm92496.htm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Catalano. 2004. Publish or perish: some published works on biochemical evolution. www.talkorigins.org/faqs/behe/publish.html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Cohen. 1996. Receptor mutations help slow disease progression. Science 273(5283):1797-1798.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. Dawkins. 1996. Climbing Mount Improbable. New York: W. W. Norton &amp; Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Diamond. 1985. If the creationists are right, God is a squid. Discover 6(6):91.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. F. Doolittle. 1998. A delicate balance. bostonreview.mit.edu/br22.1/doolittle.html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. L. Ecker. 1990. Dictionary of Science and Creationism. Buffalo: Prometheus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. J. Futuyma. 1983. Science on Trial: The Case for Evolution. New York: Pantheon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. D. Gingerich. 1983. Rates of evolution: effects of time and temporal scaling. Science 222:159-161.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. R. Gross. 2003. A scientific scandal. www.talkreason.org/articles/blurred.cfm#scandal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. Harter. 1999. Are mutations harmful? www.talkorigins.org/faqs/mutations.html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. Kicther. 1982. Abusing Science: The Case Against Creationism. Cambridge: MIT Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. S. Klug and M. R. Cummings. 1983. Concepts of Genetics. Columbus: Charles E. Merrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Lakowski and S. Hekimi. 1996. Determination of life-span in Caenorhabditis elegans by four clock genes. Science 272(5264):1010-1013.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. E. Max. 1999. The evolution of improved fitness by random mutation plus selection. http://www.talkorigins.org/faqs/fitness.html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. McGowan. 1984. In the Beginning...: A Scientist Shows Why the Creationists are Wrong. Buffalo: Prometheus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. K. Mills and J. H. Beatty. 1979. The propensity interpretation of fitness. In Sober 1994:3-23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. A. Moore. 1983. Evolution, education, and the nature of science and scientific inquiry. In Zetterberg 1983:3-17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.-E. Nilsson. 2003. Beware of Pseudo-science: a response to David Berlinski's attack on my calculation of how long it takes for an eye to evolve. www.talkreason.org/articles/blurred.cfm#lund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. H. Orr. 1998. Darwin v intelligent design (again). bostonreview.mit.edu/br21.6/orr.html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. H. Patent. 1977. Evolution Goes on Every Day. New York: Holiday House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Patterson. 1999. Evolution: Second Edition. London: The Natural History Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Pennisi. 1996. Worm genes imply a master clock. Science 272(5264);949-950.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. T. Pennock. 1999. Tower of Babel: The Evidence Against the New Creationism. Cambridge, Mass: MIT Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Ruse. 1982. Darwinism Defended: A Gudie to the Evolution Controversies. London: Addison-Wesley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Sober (ed.). 1994. Conceptual Issues in Evolutionary Biology: Second Edition. Cambridge, Mass: MIT Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. R. Weinberg et al. 1992. Evidence for rapid speciation following a founder event in the laboratory. Science 46(4):1214-1220.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. P. Zetterberg (ed.). 1983. Evolution versus Creationism: The Public Education Controversy. Phoenix: Oryx Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Zindler. 1998. www.2think.org/hii/message15.shtml. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2005, Mark I. Vuletic. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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But seeing &lt;b&gt;FFVII: Advent Children&lt;/b&gt; is a masterpiece and this might be the one final fantasy we've been waiting for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie itself captures my nostalgic moments of playing it in the good ol' PSX reminiscing my casual irks defeating Final Weapon. It was like being into the world off FF7 again - seeing familiar faces, places, summons, and even ubiquituous moogles. When Kadaj, the lead antagonist character, summoned Bahamut and seemingly would want to summon another, I admit I had wished it was Leviathan. Anyway, the excellent piece is movie-long and wouldn't leave you longing for more. But I still wished there were more and it was longer, like a 3-CD set game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a list of familiar appearances, I have listed it below. And if you're someone who grew up playing the game and living up to defeat and finish Sephiroth off, here's your final fantasy to see that you never buried him deeper than one foot in the ground. The story happens almost about 2 years since the playstation game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing - no chocobos were seen in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img382.imageshack.us/img382/3841/47wm1.jpg" border="3" width="180" alt="Vincent" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img382.imageshack.us/img382/1623/57sk.jpg" border="3" width="180" alt="Cloud vs Sephiroth" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Familiar Characters who appeared:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cloud Strife&lt;br /&gt;Tifa&lt;br /&gt;Aerith&lt;br /&gt;Zak&lt;br /&gt;Sephiroth&lt;br /&gt;Barret&lt;br /&gt;Marlene&lt;br /&gt;Vincent&lt;br /&gt;Yuffie&lt;br /&gt;Red XIII&lt;br /&gt;Cait Sith&lt;br /&gt;Cid&lt;br /&gt;The Orphans and Denver&lt;br /&gt;Rufus (he's alive really)&lt;br /&gt;Rude &amp; Reno&lt;br /&gt;Shion &amp; Elena&lt;br /&gt;Jenova (never in the flesh)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Familiar Places:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Midgar&lt;br /&gt;Shinra&lt;br /&gt;The Slums&lt;br /&gt;Frozen Crater&lt;br /&gt;Outskirts of Midgar&lt;br /&gt;Ajit and the Forgotten Capital&lt;br /&gt;Zak's home&lt;br /&gt;The ruined Church where Aerith's flowers grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Familiar Things worth noticing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a moogle (?)&lt;br /&gt;materias&lt;br /&gt;Cloud's sword collection&lt;br /&gt;Shinra motorcycles (cool!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Tifa's store and exact surroundings&lt;br /&gt;Cloud &amp; Tifa's limit breaks&lt;br /&gt;Cid's Sierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img382.imageshack.us/img382/2920/72ez.jpg" border="3" width="180" alt="Kadaj and his boys" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img382.imageshack.us/img382/144/87nk.jpg" border="3" width="180" alt="Cloud in battle aura" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the &lt;b&gt;8 battle scenes&lt;/b&gt; (that's right - EIGHT) I've counted. These battles would make the Matrix look like an old Chinese DragonballZ movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cloud vs Kadaj's boys outside Midgar&lt;br /&gt;2. Tifa vs Loj inside the ruined church&lt;br /&gt;3. Cloud &amp; Vincent vs Kadaj and his boys at the Forgotten Capital&lt;br /&gt;4. Rude &amp; Reno vs. Kadaj's boys at the Midgar Plaza&lt;br /&gt;5. Cloud and his allies vs Bahamut at Midgar&lt;br /&gt;6. Cloud vs Kadaj's boys off a motorcycle fight&lt;br /&gt;7. Cloud vs Kadaj&lt;br /&gt;8 Cloud vs Sephiroth (yeah!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To all FFVII fans, never ever miss this movie/DVD. It's a helluva dream come true. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12370792-112592125467325050?l=arzakem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://my.opera.com/arzakem/journal' title='No crying, will you...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzakem.blogspot.com/feeds/112592125467325050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12370792&amp;postID=112592125467325050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12370792/posts/default/112592125467325050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12370792/posts/default/112592125467325050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzakem.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-crying-will-you.html' title='No crying, will you...'/><author><name>arzakem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07645169932095085519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/8344/imheader38bq7bl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12370792.post-112584765022033984</id><published>2005-09-04T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T23:35:54.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Intervention Materials</title><content type='html'>This is actually something I should have posted weeks ago but I just had no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a seminar I attended together with some colleagues. Actually, I believe I was just forced by our principal to attend. Being the youngest in the faculty really is a pain. With all the bullyings, they always work for me. The seminar, which was held in another school about 18 kilometers from us, was about the introduction of what the trainers call "Learning Intervention Materials". Not really a super-unique, stellar idea, but this is just worth a try. This so called "learning intervention materials" are actually teaching aids that are targeted basically on the most difficult parts of the lessons taken from each grading period. Before you would make such teaching aids, there are some things to identify first. The steps if you would:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp#1. Identify the question from the periodical exams that got the most mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp#2. Associate the basic learning objectives from the curriculum upon which that question falls.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp#3. Subtask the particular objective or in other words, further break down the objective into subtasks. For example, if the objective is &lt;i&gt;adding monomials&lt;/i&gt;, the subtasks would include &lt;i&gt;grouping like terms&lt;/i&gt; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp#4. From the subtasks, create an interesting teaching aid which would be the "Learning Intervention Materials". In that case, it could be in the form of Comic books that hasten the learning, or a workshop at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't easy. Maybe it would have been easy for other subjects like English or Science but not in Math. Anyway, it took us some time to discuss on how to do our materials. First of all, we never had concrete exam results that time since the exams are still off schedules. Later we agreed on choosing by ourselves what topic or particular objective we should choose, not relying on exam results this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose &lt;i&gt;multiplying monomials&lt;/i&gt;. It's not because it was easy, but because in my experience, it was really something my students in the past have gotten much confusions. After the day was over with much discussions and hoopla over the individual assignments, I went home but not after passing by a store to buy some materials that would include a clear book, glue, some color pencils, scissors, and some art paper. After arriving at home, I took some sleep (that was a 30-km trip!). After a while, I positioned myself on the computer and searched for ideas on the Net. What would I do - a comic book or a magazine? That's hard. Later that evening, after looking for some ideas, I got Marvin (the lazy robot from H2G2) and "Deep Thought" as my Math Comic Book Heroes. Yeah, they'll love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I admit. I believe I am one of those lucky few to have gotten a heavenly gift of drawing and sketching. I was a skillful artist from way back high school so it took me 5 hours (5 hours!!!) to make that "Learning Intervention Material". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like bragging, but eventually, my work got flying stars the next day. Our seminar leaders borrowed my work for another seminar schedule on the South. "That's lovely," I smiled thinking I've got my signatures all over that comic book. Seemingly, the seminar was a success and we've had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Not really. Well, in the first place, not all teachers were as artistically inclined. Browsing through their works in the gallery, I could pinpoint some from the colorful works. Some that were just too plain boring, some that were just soo stupid, some that were just there for the sake of the Certificates we receive afterwards, and some just well done too cheap. At least they tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not being productive after all. I mean, why does the Education Department make seminars like this? Maybe the Department was just expecting much from its teachers to be comic-editors, or publishers? I was lucky to be skillful but it took me 5 hours to do such a material. Why can't the Department just take some Master Teachers and fund a seminar like this of which the results would be published and delivered right to our classroom doorsteps. Could it be that the Department is just putting much load on us teachers by not spending on materials like these which could have been done by publishers with comic artists on the sketchpad? 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Certainly.&lt;br /&gt;Damé (read "dam" with a goat's mee) left us almost 5 years ago. But she is missed and will always be. She was a charming stocky woman of humble height and complexion as brown as her garden soil. Her legs would arc like bows pressured against the ground. She had that noticeably black thick hair that would unfurl into a wavy length reaching her shoulders. She had finely-drawn pencil brows above her dark deep eyes that would give you an inch of fear in a single look. And who would ever forget her faved fashion - stripes and tucked in just above the belly? Damé wasn't really a charming woman, but she was my fifth grade teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not how I remembered my "maestra". There were much more to those thick dark lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more to those casual pinches she gave us. There is much more intimacy in what my "maestra" taught me than any other teacher I have ever had. Frankly, it wasn't the high grades either. She taught me how to be a better person - but never better than how she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elementary years shouldn't be this reminiscing. I loved the sunshine as everyday our "maestra" would distribute the hoes and water containers and shovels to everyone and in her usual mumblings, "Get out of the room and into the garden!" We'd rush to it and side by side tackle the morning tending our Group gardens. You see, Damé loves to plant peanuts and tomatoes and eggplants. She would roam around pinching at every child she sees doing less. I wasn't the teacher's pet but I would always find my "maestra" standing beside me murmuring things sometimes I couldn't understand and sometimes I just don't wanna listen. I might be her favorite receiver as she broadcasts her witty remarks that would cover from Politics to Celebrities. I'd listen, or perhaps, I was just forced to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, she had us to another routine gardening. We were planning to plant peanuts that time and the garden is being prepared. It was like holiday that day and only a handful of us were present. I was over-eager that time as I loved peanuts. With my hands I scooped a handful of half-moist soil and sprinkle it back gently silting out dry roots with my fingers. Damé gave a frown as she looked at me with soil in hands. "That isn't done like that. You see, plants are like people, they wouldn't want spurs in their mouth." Then as if like a master of her own craft, she gently scooped a good amount of soil and using her fat fingers, gently silted the sand. As if good pupils, we found ourselves mesmerized by her skills and we soon found ourselves listening and watching each of her words. You see, it was special that day. We were few and our "maestra" is giving us the best times of our lives. Certainly, she wasn't a terror after all. She was famous for being one. Maybe it was just that because she was holding 40 students and it's more than what she can deal with? I had more questions afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was teaching Filipino language to us. In fact, she was supposed to teach nationalism but she always ends up teaching more to character. I hate sermons so do everyone. When she's busy on the board writing, we would make fun of her. But she had a keen sense and she'll get down to her favorite pinchbag Arnold. "Ouch!", Arnold would say with one eye winked and tongue out. Damé wasn't very sensitive anyway. It was 1986 that time and the EDSA revolution was on the radio. We live far from Manila so we never mind about it. But our "maestra" was better than our other teachers, she said,"How about 10 points for telling us about EDSA?" She's giving it all away so I gladly raised my hand to volunteer. "Ma'am, Cory and Ramos are now hiding at Kamprame!" Of course I just overheard it from a radio on my way to school that afternoon. 5 years later I would know it to be "Camp Crame". But Damé did not say anything. She might have thought that those things never interest us. Or maybe she thought that that was enough to interest us? She was right twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elementary was over and soon I found myself going back to her. But this is different. She already retired from teaching and I was a budding Education student. She was not my inspiration. I was sent to her house to help on cleaning things up. Being a faithful student, I helped her tidy things up. Sorting our her cabinet, I discovered that my old "maestra" had skeletons in her closet. Not really. She had the most complete Comic collection ranging from the time when comic books were published in only three colors. She had American Comics (novels only, no Capt.America) and Filipino Comics. I was a  comic collector and so I was greatly impressed. Would you gladly give me some? "You can borrow them but you have to return everything." she answered. Smiles were drawn on my face. I love the wretched hag! After leaving with a carton full of reading goodies, she called out, "Can you let me borrow that Spanish dictionary of yours?" "Certainly ma'am," as I realized I was holding that dictionary which is a Christmas gift from a friend. "Why? What will you do with it?" I asked earnestly. "Sometimes, I have to review my past." she replied with a charm in her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years later, I had to go to the Funeral Parlor. She died of colon cancer. The terror "maestra" left in her 70's. But she will be missed. Questions in my mind came like balloons popping as I finally realize what things I much have missed from her. What did she really taught us? Oh yes, peanuts don't like soft soil, ants would eat their way to the peanuts' seeds. People don't like soft words, they eat your heart out blindingly. Comic books tell stories, keep them faithfully. Sometimes people have secrets worth keeping and better left untold. There are still more to the woman I should have learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into my life, I find myself walking into steps she had made before me. I was merely fitting my soles into these hollow engraves on the sands of time. I am now a "maestro" and I don't know if I bring terror into the eyes of my pupils. I can't say if my pupils listen to what I speak and mumble about. I can't tell if I was inspiring them something. These I don't know. But do they know about my valued comic collections in my closet? Do they know about my hidden interests in fish hobbying and blogging? Do they know that I was proficient in Spanish once? Certainly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am Damé, now I know how it was. Certainly you will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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No nothing, no vows, no promises, no diet rules, no exercises, no nothing. Somehow, I just got well from bed after a three-day struggle with what I believed to be complications. But I don't want to start this page with the uneasy sureness I just declared - that what kicked me down was really a diabetes complication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always been allergic to temperature changes, pressure, and discomfort. I had always known that to be inherent to me way back since last month when I took the FBS test (Fasting Blood Sugar they say) with a rocketing 400 blood sugar level. Huh, that's great, I'm diabetic, I thought for a while. It was raining that time, so I had to get the result from a clinic downtown with great effort as I have to cross an alley while getting wet at the same time. Does the weather know that I'd be shock with my results and its delaying my knowing of it? Funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered, back in 1996, it was my first year of work. I just graduated college and I'm starting the independent life. The first quarter year of my work was great. But the next months started my self-coined "suffericious" days of living. And I wanted to note that in "days" as opposed to "months" because it had been too frequent. My allergic attacks started and  almost every week I had to ask my Supervisor to allow me to go home as I wanted to lay down at home and rest. She'll look at me with perhaps pitiful eyes as she examines my Uticaria Hives growing all over my visible skin (and more inside). The she'll say "Go Home!". Hospitals won't cure me, I always believe it. Public Hospitals in our region here in the Philippines are not places for resting but I believe to be places to catch each one's contagious diseases. I just don't want to spend with better hospitals offering great venue but for a very expensive price. I was too bankrupt those days and I don't want to start &lt;i&gt;earning debits&lt;/i&gt; on my first job. I'd go home struggling with my capricious vomiting though sometimes I could not hold it and I would ask the taxi driver to stop for a while as I'll pour my guts out along the hi-way. Sick! I don't wanna recall those days but I had to. Sorry if you're havin' snack there. And did I ever tell you that home is about 18 kms away from where I work? Really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost lost my job the following year. I was an employee characterized for being always absent, unresponsive, losing direction, and always getting out of work schedules. I was always less-compensated as everytime I had to go home, they deduct it from my salary, though sometimes, my bosses would give me more as I plead with pity. Sorry guy was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My health remained staggered in the following years and it gave me a break when suddenly this seemingly &lt;i&gt;ill bedfellow&lt;/i&gt; of mine left me with good healthy days in the year 2002. No more vomitings, no more allergies no more dry guts, no more heavy heads. Thank God this is what I call life. I'd bet anybody would be willing to give half a luck for this. If only that sickness won't comeback. Actually I went to the doctor a few years ago and what she diagnosed of me was allergy (though at first she thought it was fungal infestation). I read aloud my symptoms - my allergies first appear as spots, then grows into large oval-shaped ruby-colored swells, no fluids; my breath runs too fast my heart can't race with its beats; my head grows heavy and I can't focus, like I was drug-heavy or shall I say High; my eyes get bloodshot and my face and lips swell; my fingers numb; my eyes get blurry; and I can't carry my body's weight. That's it, that's how I felt. And the doctors just listed Telfast or Virlex on an Rx and give it to me saying, "Allergies. You have Allergies." My God, that's it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm more stable with a new job and new place, though it's still 18 kms away from home. My sickness got less in magnitude. After coming back in my stressful years of being unemployed, it seems that I have finally understood my sickness to be stress-driven. Last Month, I was surprised to find that my urine seems too clear. I asked for advice from a friend and he drove me to a clinic to get my FBS test. Ok, nothing to lose. The next day, I took the result and was shocked of the result. My sugar level went 400. That's high, I thought nervously but I kept it with me. I had to overwhelm my stress. Maybe this is what I was bringing with me all along. Maybe I was really in complications of being insulin resistant. So I took the doctor's advise - loss weight, change diet and exercise, Or else die. He really never said the last line. I was just jumping into conclusions. And what about my stress? He gave me things to divert my overweary mind. Take the music therapy. Yeah, why not? So I went buying that Nomad Muvo USB MP3 player and I'd go work and go home listening to music by Kula-shaker and Little Wing by Stevie Ray Vaughan. What a sweet life this is. It could be my best relief. And I almost forgot about what the rest of the doctor's prescriptions were - loss weight, change diet and exercise. Or else die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days ago, I fell down to bed again. A lesson in life I should learn. The last line went into my head as if a CD running continuously - orelsedieorelsedieorelsedie...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna die, not this way. I have to loss weight, change diet and exercise. Yeah starting next week when I get up well again. This time I have to make up with my constant losses. Anyone got an advice I'd be happy to hear though. In the meantime, I'd stay well and look for brighter stars ahead. No promises, only gains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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This is the link: &lt;a href="http://www.pocketmovies.net/detail_248.html"&gt; "Meeting Agnus" &lt;/a&gt;. This "movlet" just makes me think somehow a little bit lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is this about? Just relationships my friend, and no more. Somewhere back in time, I used to believe that the measure of a man's life can be mathematically checked by counting the number of people he left as friends minus those he'd encountered as enemies on the time of his death. Somehow, nobody can count for you. We always deserve our personal views and opinions. And nobody can always have a clue on counting which is which and who is who. It's like a balance scale - make more friends and less enemies or else you'll get negative. We'll why be afraid of getting negative? Let's insert the religious Hell scare here and you'll know why I was much afraid of negativity those days. Negativity isn't really a certified word in this. I just made it up from my Math lessons and being a Math teacher myself. Friends come and go, that's how it is with me and anyone else in this world. If I have to count the ones who make me positive, it could be that I might as well be counting friends who were friends but never made an impression to my life after all. Making friends for me is not an easy task, and making friends is not like hey-i-know-you-you-smiled-at-me-you're-a-friend stuff. Friends should leave scars - enough for you to hate them, and turn you closer to negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a very friendly person, as how I continually feel of me now. Friendly in the sense that I wanna make impressions into other people's lives even if they don't in my own point of view. I could say I still cling on to what I believed a long time since. They make positives of me and I don't have anything in return. Or maybe I just don't know, subscribing to the thought that I am no telepath and I never will know. Maybe I should re-assess my declarations and call me "very helpful" instead of "friendly". But is it correct if I say that "you only help somebody if he is a friend to you?" Maybe not. "You only help somebody if he is somebody who will treat you a friend in return." any which way will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends in the past have made and broken me up. I am a person in pieces and glued together by different people I have made friends with in the past. I had been giving away positives for them this whole history of my life. It had always been my motto to be of service to anyone as prescribed my my limitations. I am very grateful for them friends of mine. Or at least not friends but acquaintances. But I do not always have the time to count backwards and see if I gain more positives than negatives. I do not always have the time to check it out if I still have the chance to regain a lost positive from a negative I acquired from different people. Ah, my friend Yen once, I do recall, she gave me dozens of negatives years ago. Couldn't blame her. I am just a little sad that I would never have the memories to remember if she gave me more positives to compensate the negatives I made to her. Friends will pass if you would want them to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I don't want to finish my number line in a negative point. I wanted to make friends with more people to lessen my earned negatives. Friends that would make impressions in me and friends that would give more room for positiveness. Or maybe I would just end up and trash this positive-negative theology of mine and think of life the other way. Maybe I was really wrong - measuring a man's life that way. Maybe life is not a question of "how did you fare?"; maybe life isn't mathematically definite after all; maybe life doesn't end in negativity always ( if we submit to the idea of a second life, a third, a fourth, and so forth); maybe life is but a race to death; maybe life is but an excuse to God's immortality syndrome; or maybe life is not about making friends but making wars and destruction; maybe life is but the angels' vacation to hell. To succumb to a movie's line of questioning, "what's the meaning to life, the universe, and everything?" I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had much activity this week but the movlet I've downloaded and watched was but spine-tingling. Friends make us up. And to grow old with them is great. But we have limitations. C'mon people, let's finish life up with smile in our face, upon the realization that we had people who stare in us up for the impressions we made in them enough for them to exit this world with the same glimmer from a smiling face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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You see I was a very dedicated guitar aficionado once (actually it was almost 10 years ago), and I thought nothing can separate me from this finger-achin' hobby. I remembered sleeping with my guitar; eating with it; oh, we even had those moments prancing around in local gigs together screaming till my lungs ache as if there was no tomorrow; the occassional dates; those candlelit parties; and how I remembered hanging "her" gently to sleep (I think the "hanging" word is rude, how about laying?) each night. Yes, it was too good to be a great relationship - me and my guitar - and we were inseparable. &lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought of that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 1997 came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color:white;width:150px;background:black;float:right;filter:alpha(opacity=70);-moz-opacity:.7;opacity:.7;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size: 28px;line-height:26px;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              ...silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;  I never thought   &lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    a choice could be &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               too difficult as &lt;strong&gt;this!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All my bandmates left to work abroad. Silly, I was alone and working as a stage actor in a classroom forcing kids to learn Math the quick way. Well, I should be doing it or else I'll be left with no time to spend with my lone partner. Then suddenly, as it was quick that time, I passed on a newly installed Internet Cafe. Well, nothing to lose, I'm an accomplished window-shopper anyway, "so why not?", I said to myself. Then that started. No more mr.hurry-guy going home early to catch up with the guitar practice. But of course I have to spoonfeed the kids at school to be able to go to the Internet Cafe early in order to sit in front of those my-God-you're-too-slow!!! computers that time. It was fine at first - I targeted sites like &lt;a href="http://www.guitarnotes.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;guitarnotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.harmonycentral.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;harmonycentral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in order to download tabs and music sheets to feed my appettite for destruction. Economical, since I was spending much on trading and buying guitar books, magazines and tabs for a big price. "Great, I now can use the Net for my guitarist personal illusions!". Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;Or so I was thinking that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/4903/pcbabe8rt.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years passed. Where's my guitar? Oh, I remember how it rot hanging on the wall. That poor soul fell a year later. And the thud sound still ringing in my ears, had I have nightmares of it, I can't remember. Sorry chap, I'm better off with this PC of mine. Intel Pentium 2.4 Ghz, 80 gig storage, Nvidia Geforce Video, 5.1 channel speakers and soundcard with subwoofer system, cool black case, and that smooth Samsung monitor - Ahhh, this is life. I can still play the Clapton songs and that Little Wing favorite. And the change? Look Ma! No hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better of with the guitar. But lately, I saw that great blue green fretter on display in a downtown store. What the *%&amp;@! This is it! I gotta buy that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so goes the story. 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I was once fond of writing and somehow Sony grabbed the enthusiasm. Sony? Oh, yes...the Playstation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a constant mystery as to will the mind still work after death. This subject interests most scholars from simple people to those in the related fields of Science. This subject still remains a mystery for the reason that it poses a stale mate to those who would want to investigate. For how could you answer such a question when you are still living? You should be dead BEFORE YOU WOULD KNOW IT. Somehow I find quite explanation worth to answer such question. So would the mind still wo rk after death? I say YES and NO. In the CHRONOS chapter, I discussed that when the unmatter interacts with matter, time acts as the neutral boundary of the two. Time, moreso can be pictured as photographic instances occurring in the medium. Such med ium than, could be matter and unmatter also. To make it clearer, our brain produces certain waves I'll call "alma waves" that have specific frequencies . These Alma waves are like radio waves transmitted by a large transmitter (in this case - our brain) an d travels all around for a specific speed. But this act of escapism does not end the existence of alma waves here on Earth for these alma waves are already imprinted to the fragment of time. This would explain certain occurrences where some people claim to have seen a ghost in a house or maybe a cemetery or even on a roadside. Such phantasms as we usually call them, white ladies, ghosts, apparitions,etc, all of which are but fragments of time. A crime scene in a house would generate alma waves from the terrified victim or even the maniacal criminal's mind enough for a strongly oscillated frequency only to be once again "received" by another person's mind 20 years later. The person would declare he has been summoned by another lost soul hoping to shed a light upon his misfortune. Somehow, these "ghosts" are inanimate. They are only photographic instances being caught by brain acting like a TV receiver of that frequency.For example, I usually lie down on the bed in my room and write things like this. My act, usually beyond my consciousness, is already releasing frequencies of photographic instances or alma waves upon this scene. Years later or maybe more, some people would swear they have seen a phantom lying in the bed. So you see, there are many strange things in the world that could be explained by my theory. Haunting figures, discreet noises, apparitions - these things could be product of things that happened in the past. But there are factors that would contribute to who these things would appear. You know our mind works like a radio with a tuner for receiving incoming frequencies. Call it sixth sense or third eye, but it would still depend to how you could control your brain to tune into specific frequencies. A few, I believe, can do it. But some of us would experience it when suddenly you were surprised when you found out that the tune your friend hummed just now is the same tune you have been humming along inside your brain. Or maybe you got surprised when you and someone else spoke the same word or words at the same time and this left you both laughing. Somehow, I recall humming a tune while riding a jeepney and somehow found out that 5 kilometers away, a song is playing on aradio simultaneously as I am humming it. Things like this happen and could be evidence of man being able to control his senses. Going back to the phantasms we have been discussing, all these apparitions really do not come from the past. I believe some of which comes from the future too. Maybe this could explain UFO sightings. When witnesses say they have seen a UFO (that is usually explained to be alien in origin) maybe what they have seen is an imprint from the future - a predetermined future.&lt;br /&gt;So you see, if everything else is happening within the fragments of time, then our " free will" is not free at all but a part of the reality which is already destined. And now, let's go back to the same question we have posed earlier - Will the mind still work after death? Yes, for it will become embedded in reality and forever joining with the past, present, or future (or as I believe - none of which exists); and No - for it will be not your conscious free will anymore but a collection of photographic instances of your existence. (1996)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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