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posted by [identity profile] bugshaw.livejournal.com at 12:15pm on 02/04/2007
Do you have a cite for that, btw, or are you just talking about his mundanes are bad/hackers is good stuff?
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posted by [identity profile] bugshaw.livejournal.com at 12:52pm on 02/04/2007
Eurgh! That's horrible. I want to wash my hands now, as I handled one of his books once.

People with "useless" higher levels of proprieception than of general intelligence - they'll be the popular, sporty kids who picked on you at school, will they? And now you're justifying your little spiel about how you're actually genetically superior to them, from a lofty perch they can't reach you at?

That may not be a true conclusion but it's an easy one to draw.

Lower down in his piece, where he is pointing out how some ethnic groups have lower average IQ than others, he seems quite sympathetic - but previously he refers to lower IQ people as "dimwits". Which I would find really endearing. Test scores can improve with practice, and with a good diet. Culture-specific elements can have a great effect, more so if they are so deeply ingrained in the test culture that they don't notice they're present. Are his "general" tests really testing the ability to concentrate for short periods? Who lives generally in the sort of distractionless environment of a test?
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posted by [identity profile] aardvark179.livejournal.com at 01:02pm on 02/04/2007
If that makes you feel dirty the just look at his views on religion, with extra added ego!
She started to babble something about last week when she was studying, looking outside at the quad and seeing me walk by "...and the leaves were following you!" And it was like I was the Spring and the life in the grass. And a whole bunch of other stuff that made me wonder what drugs she'd been doing (this was 1976 or early '77; every second dorm room had a bong and blotter acid was easier to score than good music). So I shook my head dubiously and rolled on upstairs and visited my buddies.

I was walking home, idly puzzling over this peculiar incident, and damn near fell over when I finally got it. That girl had been trying to cope with a theophany; she had looked at me and seen a god. A particular god. And I knew, suddenly, with utter shattering certainty, which one it was. And that it probably was not the first time I had inadvertently triggered such an experience, and would almost certainly not be the last.
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