Guns, Germs, and Steel: my review

So, I haven’t totally finished the book yet. I still have a couple chapters to go. It’s divided into 4 sections, outlining the “problem” the author intends to address in the first, in the second and third, he outlines the development of agriculture, both plant and animal, and in the fourth section, he traces through the history of the development of various geographical regions, as case histories illustrating various principles.

He claims that his primary question is why different racial groups fared so differently throughout history. For example, why did the native americans get invaded by the europeans instead of vice versa. The first blush answer is obvious: Because the europeans had more advanced technology, a number of virulent diseases to which the native americans had no exposure, and thus no resistance. But then how did that come to be?

The rest of the book is support for his theory that environmental and not genetic or racial differences were the source of the distinctions.

It’s remarkably convincing, but that’s not why I find this book so interesting.

What fascinates me about this book is how it paints in broad strokes the process of social evolution. How the groups that have better tools, nastier germs, etc, come to prevail over those not so ‘blessed’. And, more significantly, how some groups come to have the better tools, nastier germs, etc.

I have more to say, that will endear this book to Josh, particularly in terms of the great hunter/gatherer debate, but I have a party to get to. 😉

Feeling better

Brief phone talk w/ . A few parties to choose from for tomorrow.

Laundry done

Made bok choy & oyster mushrooms in sesame oil and soy sauce w/ garlic. Forgot the seitan. Was still tasty.

Some tv watching w/ Abram.

Went to white horse, & hung out with interesting people. Including attractive guy with nose ring. That’s not quite a first for me, but it is close. I feel as though I’m being pulled further into counterculturalness. But in this particular case, I don’t mind.

My sore throat has fully manifested as laryngitis, something to do with talking at a bar on karaoke night. Hopefully I will be verbal again tomorrow. =)

Malcontent

GMHC training is over, many of my friends (and most of my roomies) have taken off for the holiday, I had a slut spurt, I’m feeling stagnant again, I’m looking at an internship program which would let me teach high school math, perhaps starting really soon.

Maybe I should do those two little Access databases for the pittsburgh aclu, and then start volunteering for them out here. Blah. I want attention. <pout>

Dream Fragments

I had a couple of dreams about one medic at the clinic. One of the few that I find particularly appealing. In one dream I was out jogging, and he came blazing past (also jogging) then slowed down to keep me company. Later in that same dream, we were running through the upstairs of a house, which became flooded with water. I drowned, he somehow escaped.

In another one, same medic and I were in a locker room. In a bit vaguely reminiscent of the scene from “once were warriors”, he didn’t have pants (forgot to bring them?) and demanded mine. I pointed out that they wouldn’t fit, and this appeared to piss him off. I remember holding onto his shoulders and saying “I wanted to believe you were better than this.”

Hmm, another possible explanation for funky mood. Do feel better. Still workin out. Later.