Russell's teapot

Slik blei Hallo i Uken på P2 innleia på laurdagen i pinsehelga:


Klokka er 15:03. Det er altså 57 minutt til alle norske butikkar på over 100 kvadratmeter må stenge, fordi det er 2043 år og 49 dagar sidan Jesus Kristus kanskje stod opp frå dei døde.
Ja, det gir jo meining.


Ja, vi er ganske rare. Dette fekk meg til å tenkje på filosofen Bertrand Russell si tekanne. Heile teksten kan du finne her, men her er slutten:


Many orthodox people speak as though it were the business of sceptics to disprove received dogmas rather than of dogmatists to prove them. This is, of course, a mistake. If I were to suggest that between the Earth and Mars there is a china teapot revolving about the sun in an elliptical orbit, nobody would be able to disprove my assertion provided I were careful to add that the teapot is too small to be revealed even by our most powerful telescopes. But if I were to go on to say that, since my assertion cannot be disproved, it is intolerable presumption on the part of human reason to doubt it, I should rightly be thought to be talking nonsense. If, however, the existence of such a teapot were affirmed in ancient books, taught as the sacred truth every Sunday, and instilled into the minds of children at school, hesitation to believe in its existence would become a mark of eccentricity and entitle the doubter to the attentions of the psychiatrist in an enlightened age or of the Inquisitor in an earlier time. It is customary to suppose that, if a belief is widespread, there must be something reasonable about it. I do not think this view can be held by anyone who has studied history. Practically all the beliefs of savages are absurd. In early civilizations there may be as much as one percent for which there is something to be said. In our own day.... But at this point I must be careful. We all know that there are absurd beliefs in Soviet Russia. If we are Protestants, we know that there are absurd beliefs among Catholics. If we are Catholics, we know that there are absurd beliefs among Protestants. If we are Conservatives, we are amazed by the superstitions to be found in the Labour Party. If we are Socialists, we are aghast at the credulity of Conservatives. I do not know, dear reader, what your beliefs may be, but whatever they may be, you must concede that nine-tenths of the beliefs of nine-tenths of mankind are totally irrational. The beliefs in question are, of course, those which you do not hold. I cannot, therefore, think it presumptuous to doubt something which has long been held to be true, especially when this opinion has only prevailed in certain geographical regions, as is the case with all theological opinions.

My conclusion is that there is no reason to believe any of the dogmas of traditional theology and, further, that there is no reason to wish that they were true. Man, in so far as he is not subject to natural forces, is free to work out his own destiny. The responsibility is his, and so is the opportunity.

Amnesty

Denne reklamen ville ikkje The Financial Times publisere:

I Radioresepsjonen sitt minne

Den 17. mai hadde Radioresepsjonen si siste sending på P3.

Steinar "Basse" Sagen (programleiar), Tore Sagen (teknikar/spydig kommentator) og den noko eldre Bjarte Tjøstheim (artig sidekick) har levert lettbeint underhaldning i to timar kvar føremiddag, mandag til torsdag, i fire år no. Til dokke som ikkje har høyrt på (eller om) dei - velkomen etter. No er det for seint. Det var lettbeintleik på høgt nivå.

Dei skal lage fjernsynsprogram til hausten. Det blir mildt sagt veldig rart.

Ikkje meir Trude som tek abortar i hytt og ver, eller Spencer, Bjarte sin sjølvdestruktive son (?) frå Stavanger, som alltid har nokre lystige historier på lager.

Slik er det. Ting tek slutt. Vemodig er det, men det går bra, trass alt. Livet stoppar ikkje fordi vi ikkje får høyre tre karar brøle SUUUUUUUUUUUUPERTIRSDAG mot oss kvar veke på ei stund. For, ja, dei kjem tilbake. Ein gong.

For mimringa si skuld - her er det første eg tenkjer på når eg tenkjer på Radioresepsjonen:
Stavmiksar
Softgun
Bassolini
Sjåfør! Står utafor! Hvor er du??
The Mouse and the Donkey
Øl-testen
Bjørn Eidsvåg
Holmlia folkehøgskule
Hva har du gjort de siste 24 timer?


Takk skal dokke ha alle tre, for utallege smil og latterkuler, og (sjølv om det eigentleg ikkje er lov å seie) særs god stemning!

Harrison Rocks

Eg har fått oppleve meir av den engelske landsbygda. Og det gir meirsmak. Heldigvis må ein ikkje longt ut av London for å kome dit heller.

Heile ettermiddagen har vi klatra ved Harrison Rocks i Sussex. Eit kjempefint og stilig landskap. Monge nye utfordringar og gøy problem. Og vi avrunda det heile med grilling i kveldssola på toppen av ein stein.

The Name of the Rose

There, now you know: this was the thought that struck me in the course of my inquisitions. And this is why I gave up that activity. I lacked the courage to investigate the weaknesses of the wicked, because I discovered they are the same as the weaknesses of the saintly.


Frå The Name of the Rose, av Umberto Eco.

Monty Python

Constitutional Peasant

Dennis: Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

King Arthur: Be quiet!

Dennis: Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

King Arthur: Shut up!

Dennis: I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!




Frå Life of Brian (1979)


Brian: I'm not the Messiah! Will you please listen? I am not the Messiah, do you understand? Honestly!

Girl: Only the true Messiah denies His divinity.

Brian: What? Well, what sort of chance does that give me? All right! I am the Messiah!

Followers: He is! He is the Messiah!

...

Brian: Now, fuck off!

Leigekontrakt og gudsgjerningar

Dette var eitt av punkta i kontrakta vår for hus til neste år:

Neither You nor US will be responsible to each other for any delay/failure to perform any of our respective obligations under this Tenancy due to a Force Majeure Event, A Force Majeure Event means acts/events/omissions/accidents beyond the reasonable control of either You or Us, including (but not limited to) Acts of God, fire, flood, earthquake, windstorm or other natural disaster, war, terrorist attack, civil war, riots, nuclear/chemical/biological contamination, mandatory compliance with any law, or strikes/industrial action.


So då veit eg det.

Hurra!

Sjølv om det sikkert er totalt uinteressant for dei fleste å vite dette, så får det berre våge seg. Uansett, dette er min blogg. Eg skriv vel for pokker det eg vil.

Eg er glad, for i dag skal eg klatre! Hurra!

Vår!

Det verkar som våren har det vanskeleg med å bryte igjennom kulde og snø i år, iallfall heime i Noreg. Men lysare blir det, dag for dag, og snart kjem nok varmen sigande. Eg kjenner på meg at Geiranger-sesongen nærmar seg. Og det gler eg meg ganske mykje til!




På jorden et sted


Tro ikke frosten som senker en fred
av sne i ditt hår.
Alltid er det på jorden et sted
tidlig vår

Tro ikke mørket når lyset går ned
i skumringens fang.
Alltid er det på jorden et sted
soloppgang


- André Bjerke