Whoa. All a fella has to do is mention that they're going to Australia, and their mailbox fills up overnight with invitations to go drinking all over the Antipodes. Thanks, everyone, it looks like I'm going to have to work out some way to visit most of the corners of that continent when I get there. I'll put up more details later, when my travel plans are a little sharper.
Meanwhile, one group I'll have to meet with is the University of Melbourne Secular Society. They've got a nice video introducing themselves — they should get lots of members, I hope.
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I am remiss in my duties. The last episode of the endless thread has expanded to excessive size while I was off frolicking in the antipodes.
I'm getting into an exchange with Luis below about the rise of European
I hope I didn't catch something in the Antipodes. There seems to be something awful going around down there: Ken Ham, Ray Comfort, and now…Gary Ablett, Sr.
Zadie Smith has a terrific essay in the NY Review of Books on the future of the novel, or why realism - even when perfectly executed - has limitations: