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The Indefinite Article.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Nothing more than I know.

If you haven't heard of the movie What the Bleep Do We Know!?, you're not alone. It barely registered with me when it was released, but then I started hearing rumbles about it as it was released on DVD. I don't recall why I urged Brian to Netflix it, but I did, and we watched it last weekend.

My analysis: religion has rejected science for so long that the scientists behind this movie have now created their own religion. Quantum mechanics as religion? It's a wacky, wacky movie and certainly not worth watching unless you've got a really, really, wide-open mind that accepts things like "kittens can talk!" and "I could probably fly right now if I wanted to!"

I wanted to know if anyone here had seen it and, if so, what you thought. Because I think it's a bunch of hooey. Hooey!


  • I read the same thing about "What the Fuck do We Know?" somewhere else. I forget where. There is a lot of popular hooey out there. I remember reading "The Tipping Point" and at some point thinking, "hey, this guy has loaded this thing with anecdotal evidence and a lot of cultural assumptions that are within my biases but that I don't know are factual in all or even most circumstances."

    By Blogger Adolph, at 12:15 PM  

  • My co-worker saw it and his mind was pretty blasted by it. I don't believe that kittens can talk. I think that the notion of talking kittens is a bunch of hooey. When i was seventeen, one of our kittens was sleeping 'inside' the warm parts of the car overnight. When my father started the car the next morning he did NOT hear, "oh shit! my leg!", he heard a very loud and blod curdling "meoooow!!"

    Neither can I fly around a room, no matter how hard i try, and believe me, i HAVE tried.

    By Blogger Killy, at 8:25 PM  

  • Nor did my mom hear the baby orange kitten in the folds of the Geo Tracker as she drove my dad to work one morning years ago. Poor thing died. My dad scooped it off of the road in front of our house and did away with it. Surely, had that kitten been able to speak, something better would have come of that morning.

    Has everyone had this particular experience? I have so many sad kitten stories. Mama cat smothering her kittens. Me finding them dead. Mama cat giving birth to a kitten with water on its brain. It lived three weeks in a very sad, strange state. We had it put to sleep when it could no longer swallow. His name was Stanislaw. That was my sister's idea. Oh, and there's the stray that we took in that died in its warm chicken broth. And the runt of a litter, my parents named him Lugubrious, who had a habit of hiding under the couch and one day, after bringing home a new puppy, we couldn't find Lugubrious and it turned out that the puppy had killed Lugubrious. Dad took the puppy back the next day.

    God, no wonder I'm such a sad-sack.

    By Blogger Sara C., at 10:51 PM  

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