tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566887959531881692024-03-14T03:32:36.685-05:00She Blinded Me with Sci-Fi<br><br>Not what teacher said to do<br>
making dreams come true,<br>
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flesh,<br> weird science<br>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-44774298272307496852011-07-07T13:53:00.006-05:002011-07-07T14:53:56.608-05:00Oryx and Crake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxGEZwtxUgFL5B-sS-SvsgPlWqjOqJu9tJI6BQj8iiZ5nF_XO1C2VjzWXTbeKGzoQMBhsXAXIbx-oJAlTEEYlc2Rj434BXwPn7S5OTV9yTrSTyrk2NMu_uvVslGcGapcksMi4S0b8YWc/s1600/Oryx_Crake_Margaret_Atwood_unabridged_compact_discs.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxGEZwtxUgFL5B-sS-SvsgPlWqjOqJu9tJI6BQj8iiZ5nF_XO1C2VjzWXTbeKGzoQMBhsXAXIbx-oJAlTEEYlc2Rj434BXwPn7S5OTV9yTrSTyrk2NMu_uvVslGcGapcksMi4S0b8YWc/s1600/Oryx_Crake_Margaret_Atwood_unabridged_compact_discs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Oryx and Crake is a post-apocalyptic work by Margaret Atwood. The plot shifts back and forth between the present - one human survivor watching over a group of genetically engineered human-like people- and the recent past - during which society is rife with ethical problems that eventually lead to the annihilation of humanity. The world is ruled by corporate interests rather than a government and society is stratified physically separating, and protecting, the haves from the have-nots. The story is sharp, terrifying, painful, funny, and tragic. The tone is ambivalent toward the characters. Though the plot follows only one character, presenting only his point of view, the reader is allowed to decide if his perceptions are accurate and is not encouraged to like or dislike him or anyone else.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">_____________________<br /></div><br />I am not a person who likes surprises. I get upset if my husband tells me that he has a present for me several days before I get to find out what the present is. When I first read Good Omens, I kept thinking of how nice it would be to read the book the second time through when I can not worry about the plot and just focus on how it is written. Contrary to common sense, books cause me no less anxiety when I read them the second time. Quite the opposite. I read East of Eden many times, at least once a year, sometimes multiple times in a year, to the point where I often open the book to a particular section I like and just read those parts and then put the book back. I know the story, I have lived with the characters for about 8 years now, the Hamiltons are my friends. But each time I read it, I get tense whenever Charles attacks Adam, when Kate/Cathy starts to drink. Will Joe finally get the breaks? Will Tom handle Dessie's death? Will the ice-pack plan work? Again and again, the story does not change, but the anticipation builds. Do I really think the text will change? No, but I always really hope it will, I am always disappointed when something goes wrong, fearful when something bad is going to happen, something irrevocable, plot changing.<br /><br />But I try to resist the temptation to read the wiki plot before I read a book (although I almost always do before I watch a movie). I have it on good authority that it is somehow better that way (the books, not the movie). So I try. Truth be told, not even the wiki would have prepared me. So READER BEWARE: If animal cruelty, even if only mentioned in passing, upsets you, then you may not want to read this book. If torture as a sport or kiddie porn is one of your buttons, you probably do not want to read this book.<br /><br />Which is not to say that the book is about these things. But the main characters, Snowman, Crake and Oryx, meet because the former two saw (or thought they saw) the latter in a kiddie porn flick. Snowman and Crake do not seem to have an aversion to things like watching torture or animal cruelty or child pornography. I suspect that the type of person who does, knows that it is wrong, really, really wrong, and enjoys it for that reason. There seem to be no taboos, or no serious ones, in this culture. I don't know if this is a statement about the availability of this stuff on the internet or the (supposed) increasing desensitization of children toward horrible things.<br /><br />These things can make me put a book down, throw it away, burn it, leave it out in the rain, shred it. For a couple of days, I even asked my husband if he could put the book where I would not accidentally start reading it again (I'm a little OCD about having text near me, I see written words and I have to read them). Eventually, the nagging feeling of an unfinished plot got to me and I decided that I had to finish it. So I did the only thing I could do, I got out the white out and erased the parts I couldn't deal with. I am hoping that eventually I will actually forget what is written underneath and when I read it again, I won't have to be so bothered.<br /><br />I am not going to summarize this one because I haven't decided which parts are plot-important and which ones are Meg-important. So I am going to focus on certain elements of the book.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">_____________________<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://geneticsandliterature.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/oryxcrake04.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 533px; height: 404px;" src="http://geneticsandliterature.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/oryxcrake04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Genetic modification plays an important role in the plot. Animals and plants are modified to produce more food or to mimic the flavor and texture of other food, to be immune or at least resistant to viruses, and to grow organs for transplant into humans. Humanity is also experimented on to prevent at least the signs of aging and to prevent disease. Everything in the book is possible in that, while we perhaps have not achieved these things, we have the knowledge and capability to attempt them and succeed in time. These are not ansibles or warp drives. This is diamond-hard science fiction.<br /><br />Oryx and Crake constantly pushes the question, "How far is too far?" Genetic engineered food is common in the western world. Plant and animal DNA is being spliced across species. Giant rabbits with green glowing eyes? Sure, I guess, if the glowing doesn't hurt them. But why would I want those eyes? Hormone induced meat animals? I can't afford to choose the alternative. Pigs growing extra organs for human transplant? Supposedly doesn't harm the pigs and afterward the pig doesn't die from loss of its heart. But that doesn't feel right. ChickiNobs? Animals (I guess you can call them that) that grow only one edible part of a chicken, such as a breast or a leg, capable of reproducing in large numbers, but without a head or feet or wings, without feathers, with only an orifice to accept nutrients, with only the parts of the brain the concern digestion, reproduction and growth, incapable of feeling pain. Is that an animal?<br /><br /><a href="http://geneticsandliterature.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/oryxcrake01.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 448px;" src="http://geneticsandliterature.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/oryxcrake01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The book also toys with Genesis, in that the human-like people, the Crakers, live in a self-sustaining home that provides them with food and protection. They are even vegetarians. Snowman eventually leads them out of their shelter to the world at large when he fears that the electronics maintaining their home may one day cease to function. Snowman also unwittingly sets up elements of a crude religion. They live near the remnants of a destroyed technologically advanced society which they are incapable of understanding. The Crakers are simple, intentionally designed to be so simple that they will not commit the human sin of amassing knowledge. So the simple things they are told tend to take on more meaning. I need to think more about their religion and its development but I can say this for it, at least it has both a male and a female deity. No religion is complete without both.<br /></div></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-30127268156308080392011-06-18T15:08:00.002-05:002011-06-18T16:00:17.676-05:00Cube<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.flicks.co.nz/images/news/large/27/279d11164b6f18fc6de553f37521c375.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 248px;" src="http://assets.flicks.co.nz/images/news/large/27/279d11164b6f18fc6de553f37521c375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A person wakes up in a cell that is 14ft cubed. There is a door on each of the 4 walls, 1 on the ceiling and 1 on the floor (6 doors total). Each door leads into a room that looks exactly like the room he is in save for the color. He enters one of the rooms. As he approaches the center, his body is divided into several cubes of flesh (supposedly from something dropped from the ceiling but he is sliced in 3 dimensions, which doesn't make sense).<br /><br />A total of 6 other people find themselves within the same maze of cells: an escape artist, a doctor, a cop, an architect, a mathwiz, and a mentally handicapped person. They attempt to navigate the maze and avoid the traps. Tension increases as time elapses.<br /><br />Throughout the movie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zetaminor.com/images/dvd_review_images/cube_2/cube_2_concept.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.zetaminor.com/images/dvd_review_images/cube_2/cube_2_concept.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>, testing for traps becomes more nuanced, usually as the unfortunate result of a previous method failing. First method: use of a boot to trigger motion detectors. Fails: the escape artist triggers an electrochemical sensor and dies from acid sprayed into his face. Second Method: rooms with prime numbers between crawl spaces are trapped. Fails: the cop narrowly avoids a trap of wires after entering a room without a prime number identifier. Third Method: the three numbers are Cartesian co-ordinates which allows them to move to an outside wall. Fails: a room has a co-ordinate that goes beyond the dimensions of the cube (which is 26 rooms cubed); there is a space between the cube and the outer wall and they are several cubes above the ground.<br /><br />During this time, the cop kills the doctor. He subsequently seems to go mad and attacks the group. The architect separates the cop from the group.<br /><br />The group discovers that the cubes are moving according to a permutation. The mathwiz can now figure out which room acts a bridge to the outside world. However, she also realizes that the traps are in rooms that are powers of prime numbers (the prime number theory held true because any prime number is itself to the first power). But she cannot factor each number in time to reach the bridge. However, the mentally handicapped gentlemen is revealed to be a savant and can tell the group how many factors any number has. They eventually reach the bridge room. However, the mathwiz and the architect are fatally injured by the reappearing cop, who is himself killed as he is crushed between two cubes. Only the mentally handicapped gentlemen escapes into the bright white unknown.<br /><br />Anyone who loves the Twilight Zone as much as I do, will recognize the similarities between this movie and the episode Five Characters in Search of an Exit. An army major, a ballerina, the bagpiper, a hobo and a clown wake up in a strange cylindrical room, the open ceiling being the only possible exit, frequented by a loud noise. Each character has their own ideas about where they are: Hell, another planet or spaceship, death, madness, or a dream. Only the major makes it out of the cylinder while the others speculate about where he is now. Outside the cylinder, a toy soldier lays in the snow. It is picked up and placed back into the collection bin. The characters are dolls being collected for a toy drive and the noise is the ringing of a bell by the collector.<br /><br />Both stories remind me of that hypothetical psychological evaluation question: You are in a white room, there is no door and no windows. What do you do?<br />The question is supposed to test your feelings toward death. But I think these stories are more a sick metaphor for life. None of the characters can remember how s/he got there and do not know where they are. Especially for Cube, they are victims of forces they cannot easily understand and suffer great set-backs to come to their knowledge. Alas, life is brutish, short and nasty and there is no telling what awaits you when you escape. I'm not sure how the death of the characters plays out in the metaphor. <br /><br />The movie is pretty awful. At least the dialogue and characters are awful. The movie gives you nothing. You never learn what the cube is, where it is, why it was built, why there are traps, why any one of them is in there, or what happens to the man who escapes. Subsequent films explain more but if you saw this movie in 1997, you were left dissatisfied for a long time. And if you don't like the movie, reading the wiki will probably convince you that the explanations do not satisfy much either. The only reason why I am considering seeing the sequel is because I like numbers and because I want to see tesseracts (the four-dimensional analogue of the cube). Space, time, gravity, etc, are manipulated within the tesseracts. Seriously, how fun does that sound? Probably about as much fun as cubes moving in permutations, signaling traps by powers of primes. Which sounded really awesome to me, but was kinda ruined by the characters.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-34779825743056282062011-05-09T18:52:00.004-05:002011-05-09T19:33:53.516-05:00Queer QuestionsStar Trek: The Next Generation episode Galaxy's Child follows Geordi through a rough meeting with Dr Brahms, a woman whose likeness he utilized in a holodeck program to bounce ideas off of to solve problems. Geordi developed strong feelings for the holodeck version and was caught off guard when the real woman did not meet his imagined version. Among the characteristics which the computer failed to accurately replicate was her marital status: married. However, when she begins to tell Geordi that his knowledge of her is blind in some areas, I assumed she was going to say that she was into women.<br /><br />And I was kind of put off, to be honest, to discover that her big secret was a totally hetero, totally normal marriage. Actually, lately I've been thinking a lot about homosexuality as portrayed by Hollywood. One day, will society look back on all the heterosexual actors playing queer parts with the same disdain we view blackface? Probably not. But there must be plenty of gay actors who aren't landing parts while straight actors play take those roles. Then again, I don't actually know anything about the sexual proclivities of Ms Portman or Ms Kunis.<br /><br />Now, Star Trek isn't as into hetero-normative monogamous sexuality as most tv shows. Sci-Fi in general is pretty cool when it comes to things like sexual mores. Star Trek just likes to take things to places where society is not always mature enough to handle. So interracial kisses, couples, marriage and copulating? Check. Heck, there were inter-species offspring in the first episode. Polyamorous relationships and marriages? Check. But Star Trek has been pathetic when it comes to queer relationships. Nimoy was cheering Roddenberry on when he wanted to include LBGT crew members. His exact quote was that such characters should "appear unobtrusively aboard the <i>Enterprise</i> — neither objects of pity nor melodramatic attention." Of course, the cast is full of queer heroes but no characters. Which is something I have to keep remembering when I watch the show. Yeah, Takei and Goldberg played important characters but the actors were the queer ones, not the characters.<br /><br />There is some flirtation with homosexuality. Dr Crusher falls in love with an alien that lives inside of a host body. Initially, the body is that of a male but that body dies and is replaced by a female. Crusher says she cannot continue the relationship not because of the female body but because of the never ending change of host bodies. I actually thought it was the parasite/host relationship that bugged her but since she does not say that, I have nothing but my own feelings to attribute this to. Of course, there is also the great episode <a href="http://blindedwithsci-fi.blogspot.com/2010/08/inescapable-gender.html">The Outcast</a>.<br /><br />So why no really gay characters? Stupidity, fear and intimidation I guess. I often wonder if someone can actually be into science fiction and also be homophobic but I am afraid I might be a victim of No True Scotsmanism.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-16888068269131198722011-04-20T11:22:00.003-05:002011-04-20T11:46:24.959-05:00Time TravelI often revisit an argument that my mother and I have about once a year. I've been trying to keep the argument to myself this year because I know she gets worn out by it even though I love it. I don't believe in time travel, at least not the type of time travel that causes a change in history. I believe in the forward moving, approximately one second at a time type of movement that corresponds with a similar shift in space, the type of time in which we experience reality. You know, linear and forward/future moving. Or maybe we are actually moving backward through time and space, but I don't think words like forward and backward make a great deal of sense. Linear time, sure there is sense there. Movement in a single direction along a line that does not intersect with itself. Which was we designate forward or backward doesn't change my sense of free will at all.<br /><br />So, I am trying to figure out something about matter. One of my chief objections is that matter cannon exist in two places at the same time. So, a few proteins cannot be in my right pinky at the same time it is in a plant leaf. But, if that matter can exist in . . . darn, I just lost the reasoning here. I will have to dig up that Stephen Hawking book again and it will probably take me several months to get back to this stage again. <br /><br />I started thinking about our ability to see into the past, in a universe way. For example, let's say that a star went super nova 28 billion years ago. That same star is 28 billion light years away from us. So today we can aim our totally-not-at-all-magical telescope out toward that star and watch it go nova 28 billion years after this even actually occurred. This is because the light from the even just traveled all that distance and reached us. So, while the matter did not transcend time (ie that star is not currently going super nova and going super nova 28 billion years ago at the same time just because we are observing it from the future). But the light, because it is both a wave and a particle, can travel through time. And now I can't figure out what that means about matter being in two places at one time since light can be in one place at two times. I mean, it isn't still there 29 billion light years away, we just perceive it now. And of course it has actually traveled the amount of space necessary to travel through that amount of time. <br /><br />This is the point where I have to accept that there are many things that mankind can know that I will never understand. Hopefully, a few more years will get my brain there.<br /><br />My mother also imagines that we at our present are the furthest point in history so the future does not exist yet. I am not sure how she conceptualizes the past, whether it has a limit or not. I, on the other hand, view the future exactly like the past. Travel in one direction and everything has a cause and effect, but the physics of one direction are the opposite of the other. So, just as I can no more reach into the past to change things, I cannot reach into the future. the only difference is that in our perception, time moves from past to future and our memory is stored that way. <br /><br />Think of time like a book that you are reading for the first time. While you are reading it, things are traveling from the left book end to the right book end. Your knowledge of the story goes in the order you are reading it. But what is on page 156 is on that page if you read from pages 1-155 first or if you suddenly skip from 33 to 156 or if you throw the book open and read page 156 before reading any other page or if you read it from 298 (end)-157 before getting there. Of course, if you are reading in Hebrew or in Arabic, reverse the directions I said before (page numbers still apply). The goes for stories written without linear plots.<br /><br />Oh my. Imagine if our brain organizes the plot of our minds in a linear fashion but we are actually experiencing things in jumps. Like if a book has a prologue that begins in 1948 but the first chapter is written in 1867 and the following chapter is 1888 when the main character turns 21. Or imagine life as written by Proust and all time is merely a reflection back on life from the vantage of a single point in time. All life as reminiscence. <br /><br />But a dream, indeed.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-43778392539726685402011-04-10T19:00:00.003-05:002011-04-10T19:10:59.919-05:00Best and Worst of ProseWork. Such a foul four-letter word. I have had little time to read anything, even the back of a shampoo bottle. It is not that I work long hours but that I work with miserable managers, impatient guests, and a computer system which I think has developed sentience and uses its power only to freeze the system at crucial moments. <br /><br />About a month ago, however, I did manage to read Dandelion Wine, my first Ray Bradbury book ever. It is not a work of science fiction but I have come to understand that song a little better. I don't think I would call him the best science fiction writer in that I doubt very much that the science in his fiction is as good as Le Guin. But he is perhaps, in the genre of science fiction, the best writer of well crafted prose. Although, I am currently straying from sci-fi and rereading Invitation to a Beheading and Nabokov puts most writers to shame. So my sense of comparison is a little off. <br /><br />Since I am being so indulgent as to read Nabokov, I thought it would be an interesting experiment to read the worst piece of science fiction ever. While I am sure there are plenty of contenders (one day, I may even throw my own hat into that ring), I have accepted the challenge of reading The Eye of Argon. I have barely made it through the first few paragraphs but already I can tell this will be a challenge. I might need to actually print off a copy and go at it with a red pen so soothe my spelling and grammar OCD. <br /><br />There is a possibility that this will lead me to reread Dune, since it is generally recognized as the best science fiction story ever written but the Jesus and Lawrence of Arabia motifs irk me a bit and I might skip it.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-5071597882770907752011-03-02T19:35:00.010-06:002011-03-03T09:01:34.538-06:00The Machine Stops<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.overthinkingit.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/Old-Deus-Ex-Machina.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 266px;" src="http://www.overthinkingit.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/Old-Deus-Ex-Machina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Deus ex Machina<br /><br />In ancient Greece, actors playing the god(desse)s were either lowered onto the stage by a crane or raised from beneath the stage by a lift. In either case, the god(dess) appears from outside the normal plane of work, coming from nowhere as it were. Deus ex machina. God from the machine or god from our making. Quintus Horatius Flaccus invented the term "deus ex machina" (Greek <span class="foreign">theos ek mekhanes) </span>when admonishing poets not to use this device when concluding a play because the play or poem must be solved internally from where it develops and not from a character outside of the narrative (who would arrive via a mechanism).<br /><br />Whenever I think of the term, I erroneously first think "god of machinery" as is the deity were a machine like a computer or the bureaucratic mechanism of a tyrannous government in which each member is personally responsible for small crimes that keep them alleged through shame and guilt. Sometimes I also think of dinosaurs.<br /><br /><a href="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k27/jakyl32/365%20Rosaries%20YEAR%202-%20january/rosary-rear-view-mirror.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 92px;" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k27/jakyl32/365%20Rosaries%20YEAR%202-%20january/rosary-rear-view-mirror.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Eventually I remember that the god is the machinery from without that resolves the crises, as in the modern god-of-the-lase-minute who rushes to fix life's little foibles when the faithful pray: Oh God, please get me a good parking spot. This is a god that nudges fate when the crises is imminent.<br /><br /><br />It is curious that the god-of-the-last-minute becomes the god-of-foresight when things go contrary to the wishes of the prayer. This is a god that put all the apparatus of a perfectly executed, mechanized plan from which nothing can deviate. This way, the bad things that happen must happen for a reason, not necessarily as the result of one's own sin because certain tragedies push the <a href="http://sheikyermami.com/wp-content/uploads/Abraham-Rembrandt_Harmensz._van_Rijn_035.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 371px;" src="http://sheikyermami.com/wp-content/uploads/Abraham-Rembrandt_Harmensz._van_Rijn_035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>plot along. So it was not that the god-of-the-last-minute failed to come through for you but that the god-of-foresight knew this was an important thing to have happened. Somehow, it never matters that the prayer was answered or not because anyone can justify the result in a manner that affirms the existence of a god who intervenes for our benefit. It always seems to me that one should probably give up praying altogether if you believe only in the god-of-foresight because what he wants is going to happen no matter what because god is always right or god who moves in mysterious ways. But if one believes in god-of-the-last-minute, then one ought to always be praying because intervention from disaster can only be averted by complaining . . . er praying. <br /><br />And if that is the case, then god is pretty messed up because god will let absolutely everything terrible happen if no one acknowledges his power. While some people are so keen to affirm the existence in god that they will claim to approve of this god, I find it rather difficult to believe that they could really believe it if they think much about it. A cute baby deer dies in a forest fire because some punk kid was playing with fireworks on a dry, windy day. Since no once prayed for the deer (assuming deer can't pray), then god just lets the deer suffer and die. That's pretty messed up . . . I am so off topic. Just to wrap up, people probably shouldn't want to believe in the latter. It contradicts another notion that god is good, inerrantly good. Good gods don't let little hypothetical baby animals suffer and die for no reason. So there must be a reason. Ergo, god planned everything already (clockmaker style) so that bad things will must! lead to better things. So praying is pointless but people still want to. Why? It seems that ever since man invented an omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient, omnibenevolent creator being, man has sought to control his deity through sacrifices, prayer, slaughter, worship.<br /><br />Perhaps I should have gone into theology. There were the conversations I was hoping to have.<br /><br /><a href="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/io9/2009/11/machinestopz_01.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 594px; height: 313px;" src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/io9/2009/11/machinestopz_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Anyhow, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Machine Stops</span>, by E. M. Forster, is a story with a rather literal interpretation of my first meaning. A machine provides for all of humanity, which lives below ground in hermetic little rooms. The walls of their cells are covered in buttons which represents any need of the inhabitant. For examples, there are buttons for hot and cold baths, buttons to reveal furniture elements, buttons for food, buttons for communication. The surface of the earth is said to be covered with non-breathable air. This set up is rather like that of the Matrix movies, except that each individual is awake, though people generally dislike traveling outside of their cells and practically abhor the idea of touching one another. They are nourished and kept stimulated by means of a machine. I guess this is also kind of like those conspiracy theories from the 90's that the internet was going to prevent people from having to leave their homes because they can work, order food and groceries, and even keep up with their friends via video chat. The underground rooms, which I keep calling pods but I should really call cells, are hexagonal so that the whole city resembles a honeycomb. Although the analogy to a beehive would end there since bees are quite gregarious, like to get out, a serve a key function in its environment by touching things, that is spreading pollen from plant to plant.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.valdostamuseum.org/hamsmith/MatrixNet.gif"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 186px;" src="http://www.valdostamuseum.org/hamsmith/MatrixNet.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>Since this book was written in 1909 (beat the Matrix by 90 years!), the concept of an all encompassing mechanized device was a rather forwarding looking concept since this machine is rather like a computer system which is capable of any thousands of possible responses at the direction of the user. Unlike the Matrix, the machine does not feed of the energy of people (a rather ludicrous idea) and seems to care for humans without developing its own sentience - although it is perfectly willing to cull any undesirable elements that might rock the boat.<br /><br />A young, pale, mushy man named Kuno is one of these undesirables who slipped through the system. Yearning for space, just the concept of space, not even actually space, as in room, itself. Pushing himself ever farther, he becomes really aware of his body in a yoga sort of way. He contacts his mother to express his misgivings about the machine.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.bible-topten.com/images/vashti_deposed_Ernest_Normand_1890.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 198px;" src="http://www.bible-topten.com/images/vashti_deposed_Ernest_Normand_1890.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>His mother, Vashti . . . huh, I hadn't thought about it while I was reading but it comes to me now that Vashti was the original queen in the Book of Esther. She refused to come to him when he drunkenly orders her to do so. She was a very naughty and disobedient wife so she gets banished. Anyhow, Vashti is considered a pretty good person, well bred. She would not deign to be touched by another, even someone trying to catch her as she falls. She shared ideas but didn't originate any. Like her namesake, Vashti refuses to come when her son asks her to visit him. I don't think that her son sent as many as seven requests though. However, Vashti as a queen probably lived in the same state of pampering where her desires and needs were immediately satisfied through the apparatus of servants.<br /><br />When she visits, she learns that her son may become homeless, which means he would be expelled from his pod home and most certainly die as a result. He had gone up to the surface and explored around in a field for a while. But part of the machinery, which repairs the machinery and underground city, reclaims him and returns him to his pod. Vashti leaves and lives and very proper life. She agrees firmly when ventures to the surface are made impossible by the denial of a breathing apparatus. She also publicly admits her religion with the machine as the godhead, an idea which has become the official norm.<br /><br />Kuno, meanwhile is note made homeless but he is relocated much closer to his mother (previously he live on the other side of the world). One day he contacts her to tell her that the machine is going to stop. She doesn't understand the idea and tries to dismiss it but certain things became uncertain. Buttons would not always work, the music was distorted somewhat, hot showers were not hot enough and finally the beds stopped appearing. When the lights go out, panic sets in. People are finally aware that the machine is stopping. Many people die from the shock, while others seek means of suicide. Those who do not self destruct are left in silence and darkness. These few come to an enlightened consciousness about the significance of their humanity. These awareness comes just as their world crumbles away and the sky is revealed to them. However, a nice little element of hope comes through, some people who have escaped or been made homeless have banded to together and are able to survive on the surface (I'm assuming having grown accustomed to the density of regular air pressure).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5fBlt9SZkmGfPJFhfZxREMq4FecMhXCx0lFFJcPRjhI3tnv-v7Tdl9eBQVnw4WsQuT8Hs-BzBciurCU_ckst8Oj7YZDRU5xQHrOeAXBb1cK6N9sIrHNX2HQ64ksoJs3XWsixK5xyQ9x6/s1600/wall-e-axiom-passengers.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5fBlt9SZkmGfPJFhfZxREMq4FecMhXCx0lFFJcPRjhI3tnv-v7Tdl9eBQVnw4WsQuT8Hs-BzBciurCU_ckst8Oj7YZDRU5xQHrOeAXBb1cK6N9sIrHNX2HQ64ksoJs3XWsixK5xyQ9x6/s1600/wall-e-axiom-passengers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />There was a lot in this story that reminded me of Wall-E. There were muscle-less people who communicated exclusively and almost constantly on videophones, even with people right next to them, arm chair people who slurp a liquid diet. The world was thought to be incapable of promoting life in its current condition which is the result of a man-made environmental disaster. A single sentience in the form of a powerful computer keeps the humans in a constant state of appeasement and docility, so dependent on the computer that they cannot conceive in a world without the nurture of the computer, would not want to live in such a world if they could even imagine one and considered the current state as progress, consciousness over corporeality.<br /><br />Dependence on the machine threatens humanity because rather than help anyone, even themselves, they turn to the machine to do the care-taking. A few weeks ago, I noticed that all of the atheist blogs that I read had something to say about prayer as the laziest form of concern. Someone is sick in a hospital so someone asks everyone to pray about. Since there is no god, nothing happens. Or, according to the god-of-foresight, whatever happens is what was supposed to happen. Oh, yes, this came up on Glee and it was longer ago than I thought. Kurt is upset because everyone wants to pray for his dad. I'm upset because no one offers to let Kurt stay with them or cook a few meals or anything. They just want to pray. Kurt elects to have an acupuncturist attempt to stimulate parts of his brain. I was rather irritated at that since Kurt, who doesn't believe in god, believes is some silly pseudo-medicine. But at least he was trying to do something besides asking their imaginary friend to fix it.<br /><br />There are a lot of implications in this story about the role of religion or government or technology, but I think the main message was a warning again complacency, against good-enough. It is an argument in favor of experience over the ivory tower, self-determination over instant gratification.<br /><br />I wonder if this is the same machine in The Machine Rages On.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-23148234682850319902011-02-21T16:47:00.004-06:002011-02-21T18:08:52.214-06:002001: A Space OdysseyI have a confession to make. I've never been able to watch Stanley Kubrick's film adaptation of the book. Mitch, my biological father, was really into the 2001 series and the movie. He tried to get me to watch it a few times.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blastr.com/assets_c/2010/08/centrifuge-thumb-330x205-45817.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 181px;" src="http://blastr.com/assets_c/2010/08/centrifuge-thumb-330x205-45817.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I can make it through the apes and the stewardess walking with Velcro shoes. I think I even made it to the big monolith on the moon once or at least I have an imagine in my mind of men in space suits trying to hold their ears when it emitted a loud noise. But I always find my mind wandering when the satellites are doing their German waltz and then I go find something better to do. Actually, it is possible I even made it to the <span style="font-style: italic;">Discovery</span> since a picture of someone running in a centrifuge looks familiar.<br /><br />Of course, I have seen numerous spoofs of Hal on TV shows like The Simpsons and Futurama where a computer or spaceship develops human emotions that lead the computer/spaceship to threaten physical harm or death to humans/aliens/robots. Generally, the computer/robot is shown to be malevolent, desiring to possess something and willing to destroy anything that gets in its way. Now that I think about it, the iRobot film follows this plot in that a supercomputer determines that humans are not fit to take care of themselves and must more or less <a href="http://blindedwithsci-fi.blogspot.com/2010/05/theme-slavery.html">enslave </a>humans for their well being.<br /><br />The movie and the book were written to go together with the book being published just after the release of the film. If you have both seen the movie and read the book, I think you will agree with me that the order is wrong. The movie is largely a visualization without a complete narrative to nicely link all the images together. It is also vague, or enigmatic if you want a more positive sounding word.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.crystalinks.com/2001monkey.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 591px; height: 268px;" src="http://www.crystalinks.com/2001monkey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />For example, a bunch of apes see this big black slab and go, well, bananas and start smashing things with bones. You can somewhat deduce that this is the discovery of tools and weapons but what did that have to do with the monolith? The book treats this part of the tale seriously. A group of hominids, not yet human but nearing, wake up one morning to discover the monolith. Each evening, the monolith captures the attention of the group to run tests. The hominids are hungry, near starvation and extinction. The monolith manipulates the bodies and minds of the creatures to suggest to them new ways of doing things and to inspire within them the concept of being sated. Over time, many months, some of them begin to use tools such as bones as weapons to take down meat. This is not only the discovery of weaponry and tools but also a discovery of meat as part of the hominid diet. Later, nearly by accident, the hominids discover that these weapons can also be used for defense (against a leopard) and offense (against a rival group with whom they compete for food). Once the hominids reach this state in their development, the monolith disappears. But now the hominids have the concept of tools, which will lead them through 3 million years of development until mankind, the heir of the hominids, is ready to explore space.<br /><a href="http://www.ohgizmo.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/monolith.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 186px;" src="http://www.ohgizmo.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/monolith.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The monolith is evidence of an alien life that, yearning for intelligent company, encourages and develops the mental faculties of other species. It rescues the hominid species from extinction in the hope that eventually, the species would grow. A beautiful idea of benevolent alien interaction. You can watch Star Trek TNG episode The Chase (6:20) which has a similar plot. As does Clarke's <span style="font-style: italic;">Childhoods End</span>. So far I have made references to three works, none of which I have written about, all of which I enjoyed very much.<br /><br />Is this even implied in the movie? Why is it that everyone remembers the music and HAL but not the hypothetical alien life and possible human evolution to something greater than what we are? We tend to think that evolution stops here, that life as we know it is the best this planet can do. Clark seems to think that we are capable of becoming more, even at the precipice of nuclear war.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.jeffbots.com/hal.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.jeffbots.com/hal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>HAL is also a more interesting problem. An intelligent computer capable of completing the entire mission on his own, HAL has been programmed with a single moral: to tell the truth. This mission requires that he violate that one moral. The difficulty HAL faces in concealing and deceiving causes him to develop a neurosis. The very bad things that he does (killing 4 people, for example) are a result of his attempt to rectify his cognitive dissonance. It is implied that HAL, being a computer of extraordinary capabilities, such as the power to solve problems through heuristics, also is capable of emotions. HAL shows both concern and fear in the novel (probably in the movie, too), as well as anxiety over his deceit. HAL also has a very real fear of death. While Bowman wants to shut off portions of HAL's system to fix errors and reboot (how very like modern computers, eh?), HAL understands this as death since he is unfamiliar with sleep and does not understand that he can come back after being shut down. I suppose that in HAL's mind, he was defending his life when he killed the others.<br /><br />I do have something positive to say about the movie, it was beautifully scientifically accurate as far as space travel was concerned - as was the book. The artificial gravity created by centrifuge, the food and toilet issues, walking in zero gravity, the design of the <span style="font-style: italic;">Discovery</span>, the lack of sound in space, time delay in communications (which I think were rather optimistic but so was getting to the Moon in a matter of hours), the look of the hominids was based on works by anthropologist and all-around-awesomist Leakey. There are some problems in the film, most of which could not be avoided (like the way liquids and small solids would move in zero gravity). But overall, I think they did their homework.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-50918250461119950842011-02-09T13:07:00.010-06:002011-02-09T13:54:35.898-06:00WWPD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wrongtees.com/images/dynamic/what_would_picard_do_design_black.png"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 303px;" src="http://www.wrongtees.com/images/dynamic/what_would_picard_do_design_black.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>In the episode Pen Pals in Star Trek TNG, Wesley is having a difficult time leading a small geological survey team and asks for help from Commander Riker. It is his first experience being in charge of a team and all of those under his authority are older and more experienced than him. He cannot determine if and when he should yield to the wisdom of others or trust in his own wisdom. In particular, Wesley believes a certain scan should be conducted but the person he asks says that it would be a waste of time. Wesley is concerned not only that he cannot lead but that he may make a mistake and eventually one of his mistakes will cost a life.* This survey is something of a test and a practice lesson for Wesley to prepare him both for the academy and for his much-anticipated role as the smartest, bestest, most specialist leader of all leaders in the universe.**<br /><br />Riker's advice:<br />"In your position it's important to ask yourself one question: what would Picard do?"<br /><br />This is much more useful advice, I think, than trying to figure out what Jesus would do since Jesus never had to deal with things like farm subsidies, animal abuse, challenging ammoral laws institutionalized by a democratic vote, paying off student loans. In fact, I can't think of very much a 1st century Jewish Palestinian peasant and a 21st century atheist American scholar have in common. But me and a 24th century scholar with an interest in archaeology, semantics, horse riding and fencing, committed to truth and exploration . . . I can think of a lot we have in common. And while we may not share a cup of Earl Grey, his tact and decision making skills are something everyone can aspire to.<br /><br /><br />*Wesley does have the scan completed and the information gained from it is vital in saving the inhabitants of a nearby planet.<br />** Yeah, sometimes the magic of the Mary Sue gets on my nerves.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-85446962521193023642011-01-18T13:19:00.003-06:002011-01-18T13:40:23.203-06:00Star Trek: The Next Generation: The ChildWomen's Rights in the 24th Century<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.wikia.com/memoryalpha/en/images/9/90/Data,-Troi-and-Pulaski.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 296px;" src="http://images.wikia.com/memoryalpha/en/images/9/90/Data,-Troi-and-Pulaski.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />In this episode, Counselor Troi becomes impregnated by an unknown being. The fetus develops rapidly, completing full gestation in two days. The rate of growth seems to increase since the child ages 4 years in the following day. The child later is revealed to be a problem because he emits a radiation that causes a plague virus to grow (the virus is needed to make a cure).<br /><br />When the captain becomes aware of her pregnancy, he calls a meeting of the heads of staff, Warf, Data, Dr Polaski (Dr Crusher is not on board), Geordi etc to determine what is to be done. About her pregnancy, <span style="font-style: italic;">her </span>pregnancy. A conversation begins about the danger the potential fetus may threaten, if terminating the pregnancy would harm Troi, when they should terminate, what loss to science an abortion would be. Troi, meanwhile, has been forgotten. No one asks her what she wants for her body, her child. Even in a world of acceptable abortion, she is not given a choice. But she takes the choice for herself and decides to carry the fetus to term and raise the child. That is the right to choose, not only to choose abortion but also to choose to carry a fetus to term.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-22806858068384311762011-01-18T13:07:00.002-06:002011-01-18T13:19:04.006-06:00Orientation in SpaceI've watched about 8 or 9 episodes during my Next Generation marathon and have only just realized something curious indeed. Whenever the Enterprise encounters another vessel, no matter the species or size or type of vessel or if one or both had been cloaked previously, they are always oriented the exact same way as the enterprise. Is this easier for television? Was this something no one considered? Is there some universally agreed upon direction that is up? Some type of automatic system that senses the orientation of other ships and adjusts even when other sensors cannot detect the ship?Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-76944248673363957692011-01-17T11:30:00.008-06:002011-01-18T13:42:37.111-06:00Gender Neutrality in the 24th Century<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2008/12/1/128726428782388359.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 328px;" src="http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2008/12/1/128726428782388359.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />To Boldly Go*<br /><br />I have embarked on epic marathon of Star Trek: The Next Generation. It seems that our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tivo</span> has recorded 42 episodes of Star Trek over the weekend which is beginning to threaten our ability to record other shows. I actually have only 38 episodes to watch since I saw a few of them recently during my New Years marathon. For every episode, I like to watch the title sequence, even if I already heard it 8 times that day. One of my favorite things about The Next Generation is the subtle change in the sequence, from "no man" to "no one."<br /><br />I often wonder if people who make fun of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">trekkies</span> ever know what they are making fun of. Is it the cheesiness or some of the plots or the magic of warp drive? Well, probably not the latter. But I love that science fiction has pressed progress in gender, race, and sex equality. It is a small change but now the opening title, the journey to go boldly into the unknown, includes women. I am sure people will say that "man" is used in the sense of "mankind" but there is no ambiguity in "no one". Star Trek lore also claims that the change was not only for the sake of gender neutrality but also species neutrality.<br /><br />*Yeah, the split infinitive ("to boldly go" instead of "to go boldly" or "boldly to go") bugs me and my grammar loving, Latin-studying background. Part of me also thinks that he rule against split infinitives is rather an archaic one that is no longer problematic in English.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-7395054252259335092011-01-03T10:46:00.003-06:002011-01-18T13:46:49.334-06:00Star Trek: The Next Generation Episode: Rightful Heir<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/79/ST-TNG_Rightful_Heir.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 234px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/79/ST-TNG_Rightful_Heir.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Worf, troubled by his lack of faith, journies to Boreth, the spiritual center of the Klingon Empire where the messiah-figure Kahless promised to return. After many days of prayer, Worf has a vision of Kahless that manifests into bodily form. Aboard the Enterprise, the DNA of the returned Kahless is tested against a sample of the original Kahless's blood stained on a knife, which is a match. However, Worf finds this returned Kahless lacking: he does not know what warnog tastes like, he cannot remember details from his life, and he is an inexperienced warrior. The returned Kahless is in fact a clone brought to life, using the blood of the original Kahless. His memory is constructed out of the stories of the original Kahless. Those who brought him back argue that there is nothing to indicate that Kahless would not be back through the cloning process but Worf is troubled. He is unsure if the cloned Kahless means that the real one will not return. However, Worf forces the Klingon council to accept Kahless as the spiritual leader of the people, with the title of emporer, while keeping the political power in the hands of the council. Kahless suggests to Worf that maybe it is not important for Kahless to return because he left his words, which are important.<br /><br />When Gowron first challenges Kahless's authenticity, he asks ""Have you ever fought an idea, Picard? It has no weapon to destroy, no body to kill."<br /><br />It is a strange conflict. If Jesus were cloned from blood on his crown of thorns(in France), the bloodstained cloth Jesus was wrapped in after death (in Spain), or one of the many Veils of Veronica, who would accept that Jesus? What if he preformed no miracles? What if he tried to determine which version of his life story is true? Or what if he could not? Doesn't it matter if Jesus if never coming back? Would anyone be a Christian if he would never return?<br /><br />Data discusses a leap of faith he made when told that he was only an android and chose to believe that he could be more. Which is among the many magical things about Data. I like Data, don't get me wrong. Actually, I love Data and had a pretty big crush on him when I was younger. But I have never believed that he was a robot the same way that I frequently believe that Dorn is a Klingon and not a man in a lot of make-up. I am always aware that he is a man acting like a robot that is trying to be human.<br /><br />As an atheist, I know what it is to fight an idea. Data's supposed leap of faith has been rewarded by his continual growth, his ability to assimilate new information and algorythems, and advances in technology. His leap of faith was more like a hypothesis that has been regularly rewarded with evidence. Like a true hypothesis, it is an idea based on many facts, that has not met with evidence to disprove it, and thus forms a basis for understanding . . .you know, like evolution. Worf's leap to back the clone is similar in that he does not make an extraordinary claim. He demands that the truth about the clones origins be told to everyone so there is no deception. Furthermore, since the clone is based upon the teachings and legends of the original Kahless, he is singularly appropriate to be a spiritual, but politically impotent, leader. There is not much faith or leaping there.<br /><br />Clone Jesus is an interesting new componant to Zombie Jesus.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.iill.net/wp-content/uploads/images/zombie-jesus.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 176px;" src="http://www.iill.net/wp-content/uploads/images/zombie-jesus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-81024419533647119512010-11-11T12:14:00.002-06:002010-11-11T12:20:16.698-06:00Prepare for the Robot RevolutionHumanoid robots have arrived. Her facial features are shockingly human. If they did not do so many tests to show the er facial muscle movements, I would cry hoax. She blinks, makes a variety of subtle facial expressions, and moves her mouth appropriately for what she is saying. You can see they her face mimics the video input of her operator which I think is super cool. I am so impressed that they can use that kind of face-movement recognition technology and translate into robotic form. I am a little creeped out but mostly eager for more.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQA0m8H5W_M?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQA0m8H5W_M?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-41651364403122024372010-09-03T22:55:00.001-05:002010-09-03T22:55:43.403-05:00Shatner of the Mount<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HU2ftCitvyQ?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HU2ftCitvyQ?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-48270954593891854272010-08-26T13:07:00.004-05:002010-08-26T13:44:20.693-05:00Star Trek: The Next Generation - Episode: Time's Arrow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_91s-Zkod9Gc/Swf5CQIhrwI/AAAAAAAAG-0/lc_qvtHUyTI/s1600/timesarrowpartone016.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_91s-Zkod9Gc/Swf5CQIhrwI/AAAAAAAAG-0/lc_qvtHUyTI/s1600/timesarrowpartone016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The Enterprise is recalled to Earth to study evidence of alien activity in 19<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> century San Francisco. The others are alarmed that Data is staring into his own death while he remains <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">unfazed</span>. Data rejoices in his mortality, bringing him closer to humanity. Data states that he is not concerned, he is already dead, it has already happened. Data finds peace knowing of his death. He feels that his possible-immortality distinguishes him too greatly from humanity.<br /><br />I don't think that this is the place to discuss time travel but I am glad that Data, Mr Logic, understands time travel the way I do. One cannot change the past because it has already happened. My mother and I argue about this from time to time. Our fundamental difference in opinion is that she thinks that time has only progressed to this point while I believe that time has already happened completely.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Troi</span> quotes Data's definition of friendship: <i> 'As I experience certain sensory input patterns my mental pathways become accustomed to them. The inputs eventually are anticipated and even missed when absent.' </i>Amusing definition. He obviously misses empathy and sympathy<span style="font-style: italic;">, </span>at least in his definition but he does seem to figure it out in his interactions. Trust and honesty are also important but Data is practically incapable of deception. He can also anticipate the needs of others. I suppose he would be a natural best friend.<br /><br />"Curious, isn't it, that the world got for such a great, long while with no humans around to fill up space." - the supposed Samuel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Clemens</span> (Mark Twain). <i><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /><br /></i>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-54134123402659037732010-08-24T19:15:00.004-05:002010-08-24T19:41:14.607-05:00Museum of Science and Industry: Month at the MuseumRecently, I read an article in <a href="http://www.wired.com/">Wired</a> magazine by Matthew Honan entitled "<a href="http://www.wired.com/magazine/2010/07/pl_print_jacobs/">One Man's Journey Into Stunt Books</a>." It is a short jaunt into the world of experimental living (think of the <a href="http://www.fxnetworks.com/shows/originals/30days/">30 Days</a> tv series). It seems that, in order to have a successful stunt, there are certain hallmarks to the story:<br />1) Someone close to you should criticize your idea. If you've got "crazy," you've got stunt gold.<br />2) Doubt thyself. Mr. Honan doesn't actually say this is a requirement but it seems to be inevitable. I recall several times in <span style="font-style: italic;">Julie & Julia</span> when Julie Powell voiced her doubts.<br />3) Burnout.<br />4) Epiphany. "The success or failure of stunt books has little to do with the stunt itself. It depends on the author’s ability to blend artifice and artifact, on their skill at gleaning insights from contrived situations and fiddling with the facts to best shape the narrative."<br /><br />I recently applied to live at Chicago's <a href="http://www.msichicago.org/">Museum of Science and Industry</a> for a month. It is a clever stunt to get people interested in the museum since it will create a micro-celebrity who will eat, sleep and blog science for a month. It is also one fantastic opportunity for whomever they pick. The winner actually lives in the museum for a month, exploring everything it has to offer, and having unique experiences. I really can't tell you everything the winner will do, because that information has not been released yet. But I am certain that it will be fun. I am sorry to say that if you want to apply, the deadline already passed (August 11th). Right now, I, and about 1,000 other people, are waiting for the phone to ring for an interview.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.msichicago.org/fileadmin/press/temporary/MATM/month_themuseum_0009.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 671px; height: 445px;" src="http://www.msichicago.org/fileadmin/press/temporary/MATM/month_themuseum_0009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />So far, I don't know if anyone actually has had that interview. The <a href="https://www.facebook.com/msichicago#%21/msichicago?v=wall">facebook page</a> has been eerily quiet since the applications came in. It is possible that all interviewees have been asked not to leak any information and that they have been well-behaved in that respect. I would, too. I wouldn't want to lose my chance just because I bragged. Some people seem happy to have just applied or say they will happy just to be a finalist. I wish I could feel that way but it just doesn't seem like enough. I really, really want this and I know I could rock the month at the museum. There are probably several applicants who would also be good fits, but I don't know them. I only know me. And I know that I would be great at blogging and interviews and experiments and staying enthusiastic and nice and engaging. So far, I have met qualification number 1. My grandmother told me it sounded creepy, cool but creepy.<br /><br />The Month at the Museum experiment seems to have been launched at the right time - when stunt books are at their most popular and prolific and when a stunt like this would have the greatest impact. Don't get me wrong, I don't think that this is just PR and publicity. I had not even thought about it in terms of stunt books until I read that short article. It will be an interesting experiment, no matter who they pick . . . but I still want to be the guinea pig myself.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-89241329682726397812010-08-24T17:36:00.005-05:002010-08-24T19:16:11.256-05:00Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury by Rachel BloomIf you haven't heard yet, Ray Bradbury, author of more sci-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fi</span> stories than I can count with my shoes off, turned 90 last Saturday. Rachel Bloom, a comedian, wrote and filmed a special music video to celebrate his works. The song is candid about sex (as you can tell from its title). So, if the word "fuck" offends you, I suggest you don't click play. But if you have a decent level of maturity and sense of humour, I think it is hilarious and proof of how far <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">geekdom</span> has come in my lifetime. It's also proof that, at least in some circles, female sexuality is not taboo.<br /><br /><br /><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1IxOS4VzKM?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1IxOS4VzKM?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"></embed></object><br /><br />To be honest, I am not very familiar with his works. I've read <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Fahrenheit</span> 451</span> but I have yet to read his other classics like <span style="font-style: italic;">The Illustrated Man</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">The Martian Chronicles</span>. I would probably be the girl wearing the I (heart) Kurt Vonnegut shirt.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-84656879063338259002010-08-24T11:27:00.005-05:002010-08-24T17:43:37.867-05:00Vaster Than Empires and More SlowLe Guin included a story of this title, taken from "To His Coy Mistres," in <span style="font-style: italic;">The Wind's Twelve Quarters</span>. It follows a crew of explorers who are exploring space to find new life and sentience. One among them has incredible powers of empathy that borders on ESP that allows (or rather forces) him to feel whatever emotions those around him feel. His crew responds to him with distrust and hostility, which he mirrors back on them. The planet they discover has sentience of its own. It is a single organic being which reacts in fear to crew. The empath decides to commune with the planet to alleviate the planet's fear. His communication becomes Communion. The planet's single sentience becomes a peace for his mind.<br /><br />I have not done justice to the depth of this story. Suffice that Ursula K. Le Guin wrote it so it is a great story.<br /><br />Star Trek: The Next Generation has an episode entitled <span style="font-style: italic;">Tin Man</span> with a similar plot. Tam is a betazoid, like commander Deanna Troy, was born with full telepathic abilities. His powers cause him to suffer as he is constantly bombarded with the thoughts and emotions of all around him, including the entire Enterprise. He is assigned to make first contact with an unusual vessel which seems to be both an artificial spaceship and also an organic being. Tam is able to establish some contact with the ship, which is millenia old and the last of its kind. The ship was engineered or born purposefully as a sentient ship which nurtures its crew. Unfortunately, the crew died thousands of years previously and the ship has come to a star, that is about to go nova, to die. Tam goes aboard the ship and bonds to it, relieving his own loneliness and the ship's.<br /><br />I am a little surprised that there is little reference to Le Guin's short story. There are some differences. Tam is able to find some respite with Data since he is sentient but not organic. And Data brings back a message from Tam that he has found joy at last. It is a more satisfying ending. Le Guin is not terribly big on ending's. I think that is why I like her works.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-64756181421709632372010-08-22T12:43:00.022-05:002010-08-24T17:45:41.165-05:00Chicago Comic ConI am no longer a comic con n00b or virgin or whatever. They say you always remember your first time . . . but I've got pictures just in case.<br /><br />The line to get in was really long - at least for those of us who bought our tickets online ahead of time. I don't really mind though. Small price to pay to be sure we could get in. Actually, I somehow only bought one ticket, not two, so we had to buy Alex's online last night. We couldn't pull that stunt in San Diego. Being line also gave us a chance to check out costumes without the overwhelming crowd inside. Unfortunately, I did not get a picture of some of them, including the best classic Joker and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Harleyq</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">uin</span>. There was also a great Egghead who did an eggs-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ellent</span> Vincent Price during the Q&A with Batman and Robin. Sorry. But I did get some other goodies.<br /><br /><br />Here are a nice group of Batman villains. Penguin, Scarecrow (complete with noose), Hush?, The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Riddler</span>, Cat Woman and . . . Dr Who? Is this a villain i just can't recognize?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_NlV9j4NqpsCX5Q-Hot78UF2_nun7XKW_5-fPkXxhDkLWL9a3FdjaFVRTkjdzCL2f9D1tq3XM6wB0TM0mjY-f1uPnBN6O3rj8aWzghE2Ey9bIfVEr89-WAdpUjlvho4_VwCFZX5j51ow/s1600/CIMG_1633.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_NlV9j4NqpsCX5Q-Hot78UF2_nun7XKW_5-fPkXxhDkLWL9a3FdjaFVRTkjdzCL2f9D1tq3XM6wB0TM0mjY-f1uPnBN6O3rj8aWzghE2Ey9bIfVEr89-WAdpUjlvho4_VwCFZX5j51ow/s400/CIMG_1633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508293749196750578" border="0" /></a><br />Jade (one of the Green Lanterns) and Wonder Woman.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqyuuTv8uVuVUciplvGq7YzPKZKrr4iS18WJvJavI0Gwa8pmEcjFYtThziC2bEHqwqRig5x4ErFePjGABmL41p2VwKBKX4TYsVB2oIsvl0mYOF7b97E5C84n0Q3nQZVIDEj2QliQgDZQ/s1600/CIMG_1634.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqyuuTv8uVuVUciplvGq7YzPKZKrr4iS18WJvJavI0Gwa8pmEcjFYtThziC2bEHqwqRig5x4ErFePjGABmL41p2VwKBKX4TYsVB2oIsvl0mYOF7b97E5C84n0Q3nQZVIDEj2QliQgDZQ/s400/CIMG_1634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508298412227876226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />These kids are just plain awesome. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Zuko</span> (as Fire nation), <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Zuko</span> (reformed), Suki (complete with her fans!), <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Katara</span>, Fire Lord <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ozai</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Aang</span> (his arrow even looks like it is glowing!), and my hero <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Toph</span>! You can tell by their poses that they really identify with the characters and know them well. One of their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">chaperons</span> was dressed like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Iroh</span> (or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Boomi</span>, his hair was kind of crazy).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBYMYSk5OMqvyb3CuHY4EUCKKH2OnEhWL9A2LGXEgmo2GcBPaQzzxDFvC-5J4UuD0WFWh4yZhDELLb5v9Yz6HOzNRe-Dys00FDqF1yFg8iZo6oekzxipAzfZxRlsO8Qz7R_BI4vY7seQA/s1600/CIMG_1642.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBYMYSk5OMqvyb3CuHY4EUCKKH2OnEhWL9A2LGXEgmo2GcBPaQzzxDFvC-5J4UuD0WFWh4yZhDELLb5v9Yz6HOzNRe-Dys00FDqF1yFg8iZo6oekzxipAzfZxRlsO8Qz7R_BI4vY7seQA/s400/CIMG_1642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508303666511241522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />One of the sexiest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">catwomans (catwomen?)</span>. She knew what she was doing with the whip!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-jUDZvAAw2hyphenhyphenI3sdZlKT1jqjkunA5PkhMUp80_xkpE_em3d09eCtAka7eE22YkM4AlTF3u36EdVQ7tTF7plOAyDvwuWBu8agxtzcdxHxTomGODxYShe8zvOdl1nZRHEcQS0-XBnn1Ygs/s1600/CIMG_1641.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-jUDZvAAw2hyphenhyphenI3sdZlKT1jqjkunA5PkhMUp80_xkpE_em3d09eCtAka7eE22YkM4AlTF3u36EdVQ7tTF7plOAyDvwuWBu8agxtzcdxHxTomGODxYShe8zvOdl1nZRHEcQS0-XBnn1Ygs/s400/CIMG_1641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508303398015337602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Leeloo</span>! I saw her while we in line and spent a good part of the day trying to chase her down again, which is really silly since she had bright orange hair! She is even holding up her multi-pass.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT4QJnVVbSZeTWtclx2AuKnff6ma_V0E-Lae52CdXPUmGOXRaHiNQx-RXVDQ9jjl2s8qTwM9LiKvFHSQq52H62sH2n2SASLHCGYDRUlaejP4Q4yv-aK53sz2S_cIw-PFkj5-lXRZb5ymY/s1600/CIMG_1640.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT4QJnVVbSZeTWtclx2AuKnff6ma_V0E-Lae52CdXPUmGOXRaHiNQx-RXVDQ9jjl2s8qTwM9LiKvFHSQq52H62sH2n2SASLHCGYDRUlaejP4Q4yv-aK53sz2S_cIw-PFkj5-lXRZb5ymY/s400/CIMG_1640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508303175702184418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />This is Paul, creator and controller of the R2 unit. It was fun to watch other people try to figure out how the R2D2 was controlled, despite his enormous remote <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">control</span>. The R2 was fully functional-it's head spun, he could move in any direction, the lights turned on and off, his control panels opened and closed, he chirped and beeped - all via the remote. Paul says that it took him about 3 years to build the R2.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu0jxYTzelH4uRpU0DK5JTUGM5Wr2EOo3ZhjSQPOMZxI0C0Q_HYUHpHPfPQFieXqfL0HqE8OwSoW0ZnQO4eOmSxNKE9g5HWWd2iOABRZhr_KaKrSotEGiO_yx2oxfOxKk2i3GEcS1OerM/s1600/CIMG_1639.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu0jxYTzelH4uRpU0DK5JTUGM5Wr2EOo3ZhjSQPOMZxI0C0Q_HYUHpHPfPQFieXqfL0HqE8OwSoW0ZnQO4eOmSxNKE9g5HWWd2iOABRZhr_KaKrSotEGiO_yx2oxfOxKk2i3GEcS1OerM/s400/CIMG_1639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508302900031235202" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A fourth incarnation Dr. Who. I'm not into the whole Dr. Who thing, but this guy obviously nailed the costume. I could tell who he was from the back. He also had his baggy of Jelly Babies to pose with.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSzw0TCb3ddRrchm8rAZNK4Y82ENsQTFH60gnLjfbvLOWHEjflX82zS8Sr8hcDnY76wHWvnCib3_Wt6_6xdY7yZPJQYsH2M3GC8KfxuPEySlhdrX44WKDjNLwcnM8So2BqyLoYnqhBJbU/s1600/CIMG_1638.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSzw0TCb3ddRrchm8rAZNK4Y82ENsQTFH60gnLjfbvLOWHEjflX82zS8Sr8hcDnY76wHWvnCib3_Wt6_6xdY7yZPJQYsH2M3GC8KfxuPEySlhdrX44WKDjNLwcnM8So2BqyLoYnqhBJbU/s400/CIMG_1638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508302677926512722" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Okay, I have no idea who these vampires are but they are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">reclaiming</span> vampires for the power of awesome. It's a shame that you can't tell how creepy their eyes are. They each had different unnatural contact colors-gold, white and teal. Their costumes were high quality. I can imagine that the middle woman could easily go to battle in hers. They were very much in keeping with the Society of Creative Anachronisms . . . just, you know, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">vampires</span>, too. EDIT: A friend of mine says that they look as if they may be costumes from Underworld. It would make a lot of sense but part of me wants to believe that these three are just being original.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ94Ccyp6DgsljdOEf8NdYRNRZaC5gye_ZHw3YYcVhBPADGOdOyzHsde5s7frgA8FPOhTEozPEjfrat_I8Nksguny6stRFK5o1KnSK-i1Y3DZQpedr3vK-_zFrk9bcWelRyg5nFPK367k/s1600/CIMG_1637.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ94Ccyp6DgsljdOEf8NdYRNRZaC5gye_ZHw3YYcVhBPADGOdOyzHsde5s7frgA8FPOhTEozPEjfrat_I8Nksguny6stRFK5o1KnSK-i1Y3DZQpedr3vK-_zFrk9bcWelRyg5nFPK367k/s400/CIMG_1637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508302206764253202" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Clyde (Clyde who? Someone help me), <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Spiderman</span>, The Flash and the robot that I was actually trying to get a picture of. I don't know if he is from something. I kind of hope he isn't. There isn't too much originality in costumes at conventions.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiio5vY7AfG6lY93h0rUIphgHs5GUTJwCp3USJcMUfN2CCLmWhOm6ZAkwKQp_Me7Y09AvH07_LDt_HCqejEzGCTmA2TBYn0vApgvMhSi4JcK66j0sUMrqW4vbxkZ-9DopKJ2seHDXDOQVE/s1600/CIMG_1636.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiio5vY7AfG6lY93h0rUIphgHs5GUTJwCp3USJcMUfN2CCLmWhOm6ZAkwKQp_Me7Y09AvH07_LDt_HCqejEzGCTmA2TBYn0vApgvMhSi4JcK66j0sUMrqW4vbxkZ-9DopKJ2seHDXDOQVE/s400/CIMG_1636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508301784064511730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Ghost Busters! I really should have taken a picture from the back since their packs were amazing but I wanted to get a picture of the creators instead.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGyvIltdtb46Qj3xszLy5B1eINJfp_1pba1mVrrRdydIr_WiikdNDctb-mbv8lvjr2T6DLefixO-rnDFliRk1kw0OdMYfRMuLXQsezGxgVkfkhbAL7ciCg2okm0zfFTZ6abztxGBAgj4E/s1600/CIMG_1635.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGyvIltdtb46Qj3xszLy5B1eINJfp_1pba1mVrrRdydIr_WiikdNDctb-mbv8lvjr2T6DLefixO-rnDFliRk1kw0OdMYfRMuLXQsezGxgVkfkhbAL7ciCg2okm0zfFTZ6abztxGBAgj4E/s400/CIMG_1635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508301389753587538" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I got this picture just for my friend Tawny. Tawny made me watch a lot of Xena when we were growing up. How could I pass up a picture with this awesome babe in her home made, all leather sexy warrior princess gear?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PFxlh22Q8EsW7t4wr7fe2W_guYY0tJAIqFRTzAXCDK7IOL7s0xmvOFUh10a_ZzZC19Prmg9tQqwYXJkvNaeefFy72tmHhD7nGamdkOW9U3-GPGwqxByx2cCIC8VSHjPKz4AT7IrgP7k/s1600/IMG_6278.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PFxlh22Q8EsW7t4wr7fe2W_guYY0tJAIqFRTzAXCDK7IOL7s0xmvOFUh10a_ZzZC19Prmg9tQqwYXJkvNaeefFy72tmHhD7nGamdkOW9U3-GPGwqxByx2cCIC8VSHjPKz4AT7IrgP7k/s400/IMG_6278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508303982465058754" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">DeLorean</span>. People who paid to have their pictures taken inside of it also got to hold a hover board. If we hadn't already spent so much money yesterday, I think we would have gone for it. All donations went to fund <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Parkinsons</span> research.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXeAQbDYNms9Xp_qs1rrkiWnrEREBLFK0vcQqRoMuRk5UHZnfl1GazyuGqTAbxBXAU6IcoK2ZxOiLPvQQ-Id9UUbKtWLOvjfpAVpg5eqVD5w6__7mXvpXIlUkFOLiynPOyrxW2_Mb7UUc/s1600/IMG_6279.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXeAQbDYNms9Xp_qs1rrkiWnrEREBLFK0vcQqRoMuRk5UHZnfl1GazyuGqTAbxBXAU6IcoK2ZxOiLPvQQ-Id9UUbKtWLOvjfpAVpg5eqVD5w6__7mXvpXIlUkFOLiynPOyrxW2_Mb7UUc/s400/IMG_6279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508312675840307298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I have been assimilated into the Borg! This was one of my favorite costumes of the entire. He walked around stiffly, just like a Borg should . . . or just like a man in a wet suit covered in a massive and constraining costume.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFcsjCPoqZ2D3aPJAhNBaXMZ2wEkpbHkR0yOl9ZzKqLtS8Nu2W9fIcqD_nQWaVh55Z_mK_Wvc3-CJJialKtCTUrh6_yMjm8B71eFSWR9hpR8j8b3NJtyAz15jHqRnx4dbbBCFydTPyj4/s1600/IMG_6281.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFcsjCPoqZ2D3aPJAhNBaXMZ2wEkpbHkR0yOl9ZzKqLtS8Nu2W9fIcqD_nQWaVh55Z_mK_Wvc3-CJJialKtCTUrh6_yMjm8B71eFSWR9hpR8j8b3NJtyAz15jHqRnx4dbbBCFydTPyj4/s400/IMG_6281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508313234202285378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />And now, what you have all been waiting for: Alex, Meg and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Shatner</span>. I was a little saddened by the assembly-line way the pictures were taken, especially after our picture with Micky (see below) but I will treasure this picture forever. We didn't get is signed since a signature cost $75 and we had already spend $100 just to get the picture.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxhyNqMLOMYX_EQBUsK4y32Aq_oU3q6gD7DFJeC0w-TxkUtg5VhI03ISuRYT2HGBYvAUtJTT73M-U3EgIENUi9-KkJI8rIyIwYI0bvA3JfGfOdD9LIY3UeE759_dQtHpuQCbSzcQrE9p8/s1600/William+Shatner+Scan.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxhyNqMLOMYX_EQBUsK4y32Aq_oU3q6gD7DFJeC0w-TxkUtg5VhI03ISuRYT2HGBYvAUtJTT73M-U3EgIENUi9-KkJI8rIyIwYI0bvA3JfGfOdD9LIY3UeE759_dQtHpuQCbSzcQrE9p8/s400/William+Shatner+Scan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508301096958784034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />What is Micky <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Dolanz</span> doing at the Wizard World Comic Con? I have no idea. But I am so glad he was there. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">lurve</span> The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Monkees</span>. I remember staying up late several days in a row to catch blocks of episodes on Nick at Night. I even have a few of their records, a gift from my grandparent's friend Lacey. In person, Micky is just as sweet as you could possibly hope. I was practically shaking with . . . I don't have a word, anticipation or excitement or thrill. And he was just so nice. I bet he is the sort of person that, even if he wasn't Micky from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Monkees</span>, you would love him the second you met him. I bet you didn't know that his name is really George. His middle name is Michael and he didn't legally change his name until 1980. In case you can't tell from the picture, he is one snazzy dresser.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYVzjxUuC0WMQbomVHE2RW0AlJQZmEVwc1V0PREs3suV4unXpp7vGE2DOEF8R2OXglN5NI1CDsJRR3F8-4537TIgiiRs364HgH17kUoRhK-PZuxAdM0K9ajtKgWmlYKxfbOIUxx-7xfo/s1600/Mickey+Dolenz.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYVzjxUuC0WMQbomVHE2RW0AlJQZmEVwc1V0PREs3suV4unXpp7vGE2DOEF8R2OXglN5NI1CDsJRR3F8-4537TIgiiRs364HgH17kUoRhK-PZuxAdM0K9ajtKgWmlYKxfbOIUxx-7xfo/s400/Mickey+Dolenz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508300585479788722" border="0" /></a><br />So, those are all of my pictures from Saturday. Alex's coworker John was also there on Friday and will be sharing his pictures with us. I will post as soon as I get them, which will probably be on Monday.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-27178474522493592752010-08-20T14:03:00.003-05:002010-08-20T14:14:04.969-05:00SHATNERDAY!Please excuse me while I squee. SQUEE!!!!<br /><br />Tomorrow we are going to the Chicago Comicon. And Mr. Awesomest in the Universe will be there. We spent an impractical amount of money to get a picture with William Shatner. I know this is really lame but I can't tell if I am more excited about this than I was about meeting Jane Goodall. She is one incredible person who has changed the way the world things but she never made me wish I was a green belly dancer from Orion.<br /><br />In other personal news, we finally found an apartment and will be signing the lease today. I will be doing some packing all of next week but I won't be wandering the streets of Lakeview all day. I will start updating regularly again. I've had so much I wanted to post and just no time for it.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-65882021090666193492010-08-16T19:08:00.004-05:002010-08-16T20:04:29.434-05:00Chicago Air and Water Show<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1KHn6rzF_V5s9oKtYqRnqOKOhEU_4PHHVOkg_NVg-UBri2zu8J9etMa8_e2i9C4OTDwN-FW3raRFOTIoHUD4-bl4_Ww1qKYHWAQ15Hpunz3FsE3qvmOwWlX4McsHhM4S8VBfenTOTB4A/s1600/IMG_6050.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1KHn6rzF_V5s9oKtYqRnqOKOhEU_4PHHVOkg_NVg-UBri2zu8J9etMa8_e2i9C4OTDwN-FW3raRFOTIoHUD4-bl4_Ww1qKYHWAQ15Hpunz3FsE3qvmOwWlX4McsHhM4S8VBfenTOTB4A/s200/IMG_6050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506172419934293314" border="0" /></a>Yesterday, Alex and I went to one of Chicago's beaches* for the annual air and water show. I mostly went for him but I certainly enjoyed watching the stunt planes doing stomach-churning drops, dives, free falls and mid-air halts. The formation flights were fun as well. And the parachuters - they must have reproductive organs made out of an iron and carbon alloy. But I must admit that between the acrobatic air antics, the heat and my dehydration tended to distract me. That is until I decided that I would rather be comfortable than look cool and I took a quick dip in the lake while fully dressed (minus the shoes and socks). While I was cooling off, standing knee deep in cold lake, I got to watch something that I was fairly certain was not possible. I watched a helicopter do loops, full loops, all the way around, going upside-down. An upside-down helicopter. I didn't believe it. I failed to believe it each time I watched it. At least 20 times, I saw what looked for all the world like a helicopter upside-down.<br /><br />Helicopters and planes are altogether difference beasts. A plane must move forward to operate, using the air beneath it to give it life. Many planes and do loops, can bank, can fly upside. They can do all kinds of crazy things. Helicopters get their lift from the rotating blades above them. They take of moving vertically rather than horizontally. They can hover in one place, move backward and even move laterally - all things that a plane cannot do. Helicopters also come with different risks, like the force of the air that the rotors push down onto the body, the vibration of the rotors itself, etc. Banking can also be dangerous because the rotors are flexible which can cause them to hit the tail or cause the mast to bump up against the body. Either one is likely to destroy the helicopter in a few seconds. Now, there is obviously a difference between doing a loop and flying upside down. When a helicopter does a loop, it does not change the rotors air flow direction because doing so would cause the rotors to push away from the body (pushing toward what is now down), causing the rotors to hit the tail. While it is difficult to do, some helicopters can make the loop but they do so through momentum rather than inverted flight. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKXoWdhAETLEXgLhpyp_OHA-kBSVHbXPp40cOUk5aNnl6mR7kI1GtePu1_oEfA1mxsZLRjjLvQ3rZa3VMVH9iz4DMCf5ppmNMl4e3BUw1GoQ7cmhH_W2os9L2MZJhtuoABP4Rkgf5yBc/s1600/IMG_6069.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKXoWdhAETLEXgLhpyp_OHA-kBSVHbXPp40cOUk5aNnl6mR7kI1GtePu1_oEfA1mxsZLRjjLvQ3rZa3VMVH9iz4DMCf5ppmNMl4e3BUw1GoQ7cmhH_W2os9L2MZJhtuoABP4Rkgf5yBc/s200/IMG_6069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506172558015720146" border="0" /></a><br />I don't much mind the distinction, though, because it is just plain amazing to see one upside down. It was certainly the highlight of the Air and Water Show for me. Some people say that such a stunt is pointless, but those people are probably boring anyway. <br /><br /><br />*Chicago doesn't have beaches. I know the difference between a lake shore and a beach; all the imported sand in the world will not convince me otherwise. A lot of the so-called beach has cement under it and the stretches in between have big lumps of cement blocks and barricades. In case you haven't seen the ocean, it does not come lined with a cement edge. Also, you don't get too many dragonflies. There were so many out yesterday that some of Alex's pictures look like a jet having a dog fight with an enormous insect alien invasion. Also, no matter how enormous a great lake is, the piddly waves just don't cut it. My biggest complaint though is the lack of salt water. A lake just cannot substitute the ocean. It's a shore, not a beach. That's why it is just off of Lake Shore Drive.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-59911573025717537182010-08-12T22:38:00.002-05:002010-08-12T23:39:51.250-05:00In Defense of Aliens<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clipartheaven.com/clipart/science_fiction/space_ship_&_alien_2.gif"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 166px;" src="http://www.clipartheaven.com/clipart/science_fiction/space_ship_&_alien_2.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>If there were aliens, why haven't they visited us yet? I hear this argument against sentient life on other planets from time to time and I simply do not understand it. This logic might work with time-travellers (that is a topic for a day when I have much more energy), but it doesn't make sense with aliens.<br /><br />Somehow, maybe part fear and part low self-esteem, humans seem to think that if there are aliens, they should have already come and made contact. This presupposes that aliens are either smarter, more technologically advanced, or older than humans. Aliens would have to be so far advanced that they reached this technology a very long time ago. Despite how common terms like warp speed and hyperdrive, mass cannot travel at such a speed, let alone faster than the speed of light. The nearest star, Proxima Centauri, is 4.2 light years(3.97*10^13 kilometers) away. The fastest thing man has ever built was the Helios 2 probe, which reached 252,792 km/h. <br /><br />3.97*10^13 / 252,792 = 157,046,109 hours away. There are (about) 8,765.8 hours in a year.<br />157,046,109 / 8,765.8 = 17,915.776 years away. <br /><br />Do you know how long ago 17,915.776 years is? It was during the most recent ice age. Now I am not saying that aliens necessarily travel as slowly as we do. As far as astronomers can tell by measuring shifts in the star's radial velocity, Proxima Centauri has no major planets and slim chance for life inside of its system. I give Proxima Centauri as an example because it is our closest neighbour. Any aliens would have to be travelling from even farther than that in space and time. A little patience if you please.<br /><br />There are several other reasons, besides the time and space it would take to travel across galaxies. For starters, the aliens would have to have an interest in space exploration as well as the fuel and resources necessary to travel. Water is one of our biggest hindrances to prolonged space travel because we need so much of it and it is so very heavy. There is also fuel, food, aging, disease, lack of volunteers, etc. A small party might have started out and eventually become so annoyed with one another that they refused to procreate before getting anywhere near us. Somewhere out in space, there could be an alien spaceship with a few belligerent corpses who simply could not prolong their species enough to reach us. Or maybe they only sent out one sex (why should we be the only ones with sexism?) and failed to take into consideration what would happen if they got far away and still found nothing. <br /><br />There are so many reasons why we haven't stepped foot on Mars. It would take an species a while to hammer out the kinks. And funding! A space program is a considerable tax on governments and economies. There is not much hope of returning any financial investments. Space exploration to blue-green planet to try to communicate with dolphins probably does not inspire confidence in potential investors.<br /><br />Our alien bffs would also have to aim in the right direction. For all we know, some parts of the universe are littered with sentience. Why should they bother to get out to us if other places are more alluring? Why do we even think they have had a chance to take notice of us? Aside from ethologists, I doubt many aliens would have entertained the idea of a visit to Earth so long ago. A few thousand years ago we were not exactly Nobel Prize winners and pretentious artists. We were hungry, naked and cold apes with a severe balding problem trying to scratch out an existence and make a name for ourselves on the evolutionary greatest hits list.<br /><br />The aliens might also need a certain amount of hostility and war to even build a space program. It took us WWII and the Nazi V2 rockets to even really get us started. Humans have barely made it to the moon, we haven't even crossed the asteroid belt. Heck, we haven't even been to the moon in a long time. My husband, Alex, has a theory that nearly the opposite is true. He believes that sentience and evolution come with a certain price, a disposition toward hostility. Aliens haven't come over for tea because life self-destructs too quickly for them to pop over for a cuppa.<br /><br />There is also the possibility that, being so young a species and all, we just missed them. Maybe some museum going aliens came to visit a few of our scum ponds and continued on their holiday elsewhere. The window of our existence is tiny. We are such fragile things to expect the universe to take notice of us.<br /><br />Finally, maybe some of those weirdo sci-fi writers figured got it right and we have been visited but the aliens have been incapable of communicating with us. We imagine humanoid, bipedal organisms that communicate through vocalizations and are roughly human sized, or at least are visible to us.<br /><br />We assume so much about aliens it is almost as absurd as life itself.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-78714028117729453902010-08-10T22:13:00.004-05:002010-08-12T13:36:42.452-05:00Ender's Shadow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSz7EL5vD7F2YbLTpcLCGEHuOLHBdZKsgcGXsTDwxGV8bEQtZk&t=1&usg=__0xmP3w-GU3bfJ3ivQHPKdyYlG1c="><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 288px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSz7EL5vD7F2YbLTpcLCGEHuOLHBdZKsgcGXsTDwxGV8bEQtZk&t=1&usg=__0xmP3w-GU3bfJ3ivQHPKdyYlG1c=" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ender's Shadow is the fifth book in Orson Scott Card's Ender Series.<br /><br />Ender's Shadow covers roughly the same time span as Ender's Game, but from the perspective of the character Bean rather than Ender. Bean is an experiment in DNA tampering to create a super human. While he is brilliant, his growth pattern has been altered. He grows slower than most children, but will continue to grow until he becomes a giant and dies prematurely, most likely from heart failure. Bean was created alongside 22 other children who were destroyed when the government caught on to the experiment. Bean was the only child, infant really, to escape by hiding in a toilet tank. He was saved but ended up on the mean streets of Rotterdam.<br /><br />He is homeless and nearly dead from starvation when he convinces a crew, a small gang of homeless children, to try to get a bully to protect them. The plan temporarily works. Achilles (pronounced in the French as ah-SHEEL) makes the crew into a family, an angle which he manipulates to gain greater and more consistent access to food for himself and his family. Card again focuses on the inhuman cruelty that children can inflict on one another. Achilles eventually kills one of the kids, Poke. Poke had grudgingly allowed Bean into her crew and offered him food when he was close to his last breath. Bean blamed himself for Poke's death and his haunted by the memory.<br /><br />Eventually, Bean gets to Battle School and the gist of the plot follows the history of Ender's Game. Except, if you thought Ender was a snotty know-it-all, you will hate Bean. Bean is occasionally wrong, especially when it comes to certain social interactions. Bean's role is much more important in this version of the story. He is powerful but always works behind the scenes, sometimes even literally in the shadows. This book is kind of obtuse, like an exclamation mark instead of an ellipsis. There is just no subtext. The religious elements are much more dramatic, thanks in part to the helpful nun Sister Carlotta. However, it is difficult to tell if Card is intentionally ambiguous or just incapable of making a coherent theological statement.<br /><br />I did enjoy reading the book, up until the end at least. The happy ending, Bean reunited with his biological parents and his unaltered twin brother, who just happened to be in Bean's launch groups . . . it's too much. That kind of ending might give me diabetes. And the problem of his uncontrollably, fatal growth is somehow forgotten. The end to the bugger war is likewise emotionally dead. Ender's realization, his horror, his guilt, his grief, this is what made the original worth reading. But Bean knows all along and Bean does not seem to feel the consequences of wiping out an entire sentient species. He just has the happy ending. It couldn't be more cliche if he ended up married to Petra.<br /><br /><br />*Added on August 12th*<br />I would like amend my final conclusion. The family-reunion end, that was cheap. But I did not give proper credit to Bean's response to the final battle. In Ender's Game, Ender felt the weight of his xenocide, the loss of a species which had connected to him personally. He felt sacrifice of the human pilots but it did not linger in his regrets. Because I was comparing Ender's Shadow to Ender's Game, Bean to Ender, I let myself forget Bean's response to the pilot's death. <br /><br />Bean was aware, almost the entire time, that he was not staging mock battles for training, that real people died when he lost a ship. Bean realized that the pilots were willingly sacrificing themselves, throwing their lives away in the hope that one of them would survive long enough to save humanity. <br /><br />I feel that religious people are often terrible at putting religious depth into fiction. Since I am an academic studying religion, I get a bored by pulp religion. You know, the kind of stuff that shows up the history channel or in hospital gift shop books. I've got nothing against religion or spirituality (although I think faith is criminal) but I don't like anything cheap. The great thing about religion is its complexity, its ambiguities. People who think religion offers easy answers might as well be living in Aldous Huxley's futuristic dystopia. <br /><br />Just before the pilots plummeted to death, Bean sent a private message to them, paraphrasing 2 Samuel 18:33. And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept: and as he went, thus he said, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"O my son </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="criteria">Absalom</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">, my son, my son </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="criteria">Absalom</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">! would God I had died for thee, O </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="criteria">Absalom</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">, my son, my son!" </span>Absalom, David's son, started a rebellion. This epitaph is what David cried when he heard his rebellious son had died. I know that<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>the import of<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span>the message is "would god I had died for thee" but I wonder what else can be built from it. <br /><br />Absalom had also killed his brother, Amnon, who raped their sister Tamar. Amnon had been heir apparent until Absalom avenged his sister. Absalom hid for three years in his grandfather's kingdom before his father took him back. Absalom began his rebellion by building support for himself, promising justice and offering humility. Absalom was captured in a humiliating fashion. His handsome head and flowing hair were caught in a forked tree while his mule ran off without him. He was trapped until Joab put three spears through him, against Daddy King David's wishes.<br /><br />He did the right thing, he was exiled, he was a murderer, he rebelled, he promised justice, he was killed against the king's commands, he was grieved. All these things were true of the pilots as well. King David had a curious relationship with his children. He loved them in their terrible flaws. His mourning frightened others because it went against the mores and customs of the time. Things to contemplate.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-51049393721516493762010-08-10T16:02:00.003-05:002010-08-10T16:44:40.526-05:00Crime Scene Investigation at the Astro Quest What-If-It-Con<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv4hR_n87IVazbLrPpsaBXyLOCYhvZknkeQGW-DxitCb8gzPI&t=1&usg=__YLzktGDQjQKwALeauk4CDl9JYH0="><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 160px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQv4hR_n87IVazbLrPpsaBXyLOCYhvZknkeQGW-DxitCb8gzPI&t=1&usg=__YLzktGDQjQKwALeauk4CDl9JYH0=" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I love crossovers! Or whatever this is. This is obviously CSI's spoof of Star Trek, complete with cheesy aliens and a hot blond yeomen in a mini mod skirt. Silly ears on one character and a something-submission hold. Cliche lines: He's dead, Jim. I'm not a seamstress, I'm a medical examiner, damnit. The entire episode is an amusing romp, perhaps a little heavy handed with pretension - quite a bit like Star Trek itself I suppose.<br /><br />Hodges fantasizes several scenes, playing the role of substitute-Kirk, with Simms playing the role of various love interests. But he ultimately decides that h<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTVLuuaRvOTurBauyTLr0RgqzWs30hJuO0YIZbD_otPqBCxIV0&t=1&usg=__iPFtvviR0IkI5I7lxjV_gAnIBqQ="><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTVLuuaRvOTurBauyTLr0RgqzWs30hJuO0YIZbD_otPqBCxIV0&t=1&usg=__iPFtvviR0IkI5I7lxjV_gAnIBqQ=" alt="" border="0" /></a>is job his more important than romance. Or something vaguely kirk-esque to avoid changing his shift.<br /><br />The deceased, there is always a dead guy in both shows, wanted to remake Star . . .I mean Astro Quest with more realistic, flawed heroes. The conventioneers are unimpressed. The new heroes are overly violent. The pilot implies that the episodes had actual consequences in the show. A sci-fi or media semiotic professor says that Astro Trek is a religion for some of its viewers and that the remake is nothing short of heresy. Maybe I am not a true Trekky because it was never a religion for me, even if I did not approve of the recent remake. But I think that the strength in The Next Generation was that human imperfection. I have come to realize how much I enjoy the episodes that focus on Worf, not because I particularly like Klingon culture but because he is allowed to be truly flawed, to do things humans would disapprove of doing.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256688795953188169.post-12827914428491491022010-08-08T11:47:00.004-05:002011-05-09T19:33:19.242-05:00Prop 8 and Inescapable GenderI meant to post this the day Prop 8 got the smack down. This is from an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation called The Outcast. It features a species of beings, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">J'naii</span>, that have no sex or gender, everyone is one sex. However, some people feel as if they belong to one gender. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Soren</span> asks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Riker</span> and Dr. Crusher about the sexual and social differences between males and females and which one has power over the other. Crusher states that both sexes/genders are equal but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Worf</span> contradicts her in the next scene. He labels a card game as a woman's game because too many cards are wild, the strength of his hand is never certain. However, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Worf</span> seems to overcome some of his prejudices (if not all) when he volunteers to help <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Riker</span> rescue <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Soren</span>. Maybe I am wrong and he is just willing to rescue <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Soren</span> because she is a woman and that part makes sense to him. I wonder if the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">annihilation</span> of sex was in part an attempt to make all equal without having the nagging problems of gender and sexism.<br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mMqGlSjAbwA&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mMqGlSjAbwA&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /><br />Jonathon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Frakes</span> stated that the episode needed to go further, since all the actors who played the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">J'naii</span> were female. He wanted <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Soren</span> played by a male so that their kiss could push boundaries the way the original series did when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Uhura</span> and Kirk kissed. Others have commented that having an all female caste to play the androgynous species made them look like fascist lesbians and man-haters. Not at all what I thought. I must have misread some of the actors, though, since there was on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">J'naii</span> who I assumed was played by an actor with male reproductive organs.<br /><br />While the episode did fail to make up for the lack of positive queer characters, I think it did hit some important parts. This episode was obviously about queer rights. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Soren</span> mentioned how she snuck around, meeting others who felt gendered as male, having relationships with them but always keeping it a secret. If her speech were taken out of context, it would make a very beautiful speech against homophobia. My one real criticism is that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Soren</span> is "fixed" by the psychotherapy. I could not be fixed by psychological manipulation into being a lesbian, asexual, or transgendered. Well, if someone gave me a penis and removed my mammary glans, I probably would be transgendered. I simply am hetero and female and a woman.<br /><br />In any event, this post is for Eric and for Tawny and for anyone else who was ever told that their love was wrong or who had their love denied them.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08517925505288693036noreply@blogger.com0