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Journal of No. 118

July 15th, 2010

sour grapes and other botanicals from pharyngula @ 07:12 am

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The Institute for Creation Research relocated to Texas some years back, and fought to get the approval to award graduate degrees. Texas, to its credit, said no [California, to its shame, said yes (for the most part (and now the CA state body that provided such approval doesn't even exist))]. The ICR sued Texas, and lost.
But having lost its fight to get approval and accreditation, the ICR has changed its tune:

Due to the nature of ICR’s School of Biblical Apologetics—a predominantly religious education school—it is exempt from licensing by the Texas Higher Education Coordinating Board. Likewise, ICR’s School of Biblical Apologetics is legally exempt from being required to be accredited by any secular or ecumenical or other type of accrediting association.

That's plenty of spin, but what it amounts to is, "I bet that approval is sour anyway. Besides, because this isn't a real degree, we don't need accreditation."

And now, Alonsoa unilabiata, or the mask flower, or Cthulhu in a fetching pink bonnet:
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Date:July 15th, 2010 06:33 pm (UTC)
I feel compelled to add that I did not grow this flower, nor was it found growing in our yard. It is disturbing enough that it exists somewhere, probably on a strange stony island in the south seas that wasn't there a few years ago.
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Date:July 15th, 2010 07:31 pm (UTC)
Cthulhu in a fetching pink bonnet

That is totally awesome.
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Date:July 15th, 2010 09:12 pm (UTC)
I went to college with the intention of later going to ICR graduate school.

Then I learned some real science.

So much of my life was wasted, but at least I can say: don't give up hope on the young earth creationist. Those who truly want to know reality eventually will.
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Date:July 16th, 2010 04:19 am (UTC)

Today I finally realized, thanks to PZ, that I really had no idea what homeopathy was. Now I do. And it is utter and total batshite.

Journal of No. 118