Tara C. Smith is an Assistant Professor of Epidemiology in the 
I know some of you out there do this. You've spent so many hours asking your creationist friends to define a "kind," or explaining why the "tornado in a junkyard" or "watchmaker" analogies are hopelessly flawed, that you're beginning to see flagella and mousetraps in your sleep. I mean, look at poor Nick. Kid can't even hear the word "truthiness" without having visions of IDists dancing in his head. I caught myself doing this today, too.
I listen to a lot of country music. (Yeah, yeah, go ahead and mock. I'm used to it). Couple that with 1) the fact that I live in Iowa, where there's a *lot* of country radio, and 2) the fact that my car didn't have a CD player, that meant lots of time on the road tuned in to a country station. As a mom (aka taxi), that means the kids also spent a lot of time listening to it--and my daughter's favorite song of the past year was Faith Hill's "Mississippi Girl." So, we bought her Faith's new CD for Christmas.
Also around Christmas, I bit the bullet and bought a minivan, complete with CD player--and of course, Faith gets heavy rotation while the daughter is in the car. (Yes, I'm getting to the point here). As a captive audience, I'm listening to the songs. In the title cut, "Fireflies," the chorus is:
I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top/ To capture Tinker Bell/ And they were just fireflies to the untrained eye/ But I could always tell
So, of course, I think, "huh, kinda like ID." I wonder when she'll be publishing the methods of her "Tinkerbell explanatory filter?"
Sad, I know. I really need to get out more. But how fitting that the next line in the song is, "'cause I believe in fairy tales..."
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I think I've been at this myself for over four years now and mostly with people I know in real life. It's always more interesting when you are arguing with someone in the same room than across the internet.
Posted by: Joseph O'Donnell | January 13, 2006 08:31 AM