(With apologies to Keats)
Thou still unravish'd bride of logic best,
Thou foster-child of Science and slow thought,
Oh 'net historian, who canst thus express
An educational post more sweetly than e'er taught:
What physiologic lessons haunt thy ISP
Of cephalopods or humans, or of both,
In Michigan or Minnesota freeze?
What Chopra-fiskers here, what denialists loth?
What mad pursuit of reason? What woos struggle to escape?
What snark and satire? What mad comment'ry?
Heard arguments are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye intertubes, rock on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Type to thy loyal readers text alone:
Fair reason, cached on web, thou canst not leave
Thy blog, nor ever can those bits be bare;
Bold lover of science, never canst thou be deleted,
Though beset by antivaxxers, do not grieve;
Thy words won't fade, thou hast not been defeated,
For ever wilt thy points stand, fair and square!
Ah, happy, happy blogs! that cannot shed
Your code, nor ever bid the Net adieu;
And, happy scientist, unwearied,
Forever fisking woo forever new;
More sciencey love! more happy, sciencey love!
Forever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
Forever explaining wonders of the world;
Inspiring human passion for the skies above,
That leaves a mind elated and employ'd
In search of hidden beauty yet to be unfurl'd.
Who are these coming to the Comments sections?
What strange crank or mysterious priest
Cries his logical fallacies to the skies,
And all his spurious arguments with rhetoric dress'd?
What little corner of these electron shores,
Or scientific peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of its folk, this wretched morn?
And, 'net community, thy Comments all this morn'
Will silent be; and not a sysadmin to tell
When thou, all desolate, can e'er return.
O bugger! How I wish thee back! I've need
Of science men and women and their thoughts
On shady con-men and their herbs and weed;
Thou, ScienceBlogs! dost tease us, overwrought,
For seems eternity: No new entries yet!!!
Yet when old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of all this woo,
Saying science is a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
'We seek truth through RCTs-- that is all
Ye know on earth-- now science go forth and do!'
Memorial Day redux
1 year ago