The house is quiet. The Lad has already left for work- his semester recommences today, and he’s teaching grad level evolution for the first time in a long time at that school (for obvious reasons, given where we live), and the stakes are high. Needless to say, he’s nervous, this is only his second class and if this flops, it’s got some nasty implications. Needless to say, I’m nervous, because the fallout could be very very bad. We have plans for changing phone numbers and such, should it come to that, but I’m hoping it won’t be too bad. We’ve been through this before, when his first paper was picked up by the wire services and media around the world were calling clamoring for quotes, interviews, and explanations (they still got the science wrong. Matilda, King of the Hill People and I were thinking about making t-shirts with the most egrecious misstatements and wearing them to the Lad’s public defense). A horde of rabid creationists got our phone number, and their messages ranged from placid and incredibly long, reading scriptures into our answering machine tape until it nearly ran out, to Jehovah’s Witnesses leaving fire-n-brimstone quick condemnations on our machine. We laughed it off.
Except now, of course, I have a child to protect from it. Click below to read more.
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