So, I have been blogging here for just about a month and a half, but the numbers have started to get going a bit. This is the 50th post and I feel like I have just scratched the surface. There have been days when I have gone on to write as many as 5 posts! Of course, many days I haven’t even logged in. Someday, I hope I can be as prolific in producing quality and quantity content like Orac over at Respectful Insolence or Greg Laden on Scienceblogs (sometimes greg writes as many as 10-12 posts a day: or that is what Google reader shall have me believe).
I am also a wee bit obsessed with the numbers on the blog, so I continually keep checking on the statistics page, and believe it or not, my blog crossed the 1000 page views on Christmas day morning. What better gift could I ask for from St. Nick?
Speaking of which, I remember reading this awesome article which speaks of the power of the hallucinogenic mushroom Amanita muscaria in creating the myth of Santa and his flying reindeers.
Read the article I have linked to for more wonderful details of the issue. What I want to talk about is not whether this is a plausible argument or not. I would just like to romanticize over the thought how the Harvard Prof. Pfister takes his students along on a journey which is the “curious blend of biology and fable”. I find it a wonderfully romantic idea to be taught about the science of biology in such abstract, cultural references. It reminds me of my high school biology teacher, Ajit Sengupta, a legend in his own right, who passed away this year. What caught my fancy in this wonderful read was not only the novelty of the idea that Santa maybe a hallucinogenic figment of our intoxicated brains, but also this sentence:
So every year, when Christmas draws near, Pfister gathers the students in his introductory botany class, and, no doubt with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, tells the tale of Santa and the psychedelic mushrooms.
It makes me dream of a Hogwarts-like school, where education is about learning, associating and in general, building oneself up right from the base upwards, rather than being equipped with a tool to hack through the days of a miserable life. Season’s Greetings to you, my readers, may the new year bring many such instances of wisdom into your lives, and mine.