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Catchin’ Up

Sunday, May 30th, 2010

I’m catchin’ up with myself!

Talking Heads

I’m'a just go semi-chronologically through some stuff I’d have posted here (& that I didn’t post over at the We are the Dead site) had this site not been in limbo (due, according to the HostGator support guy, to “the database” having “a hiccup” [or to "the powers that be" having "it in for me", if you're not into the whole Ockham's Razor heuristic]).

First, from way back on April 10, Annalee Newitz yakked with Peter Watts about his research background, current science in current science fiction (and in Blindsight specifically), the moving target of “timelessness”, unrepentant criminality, and other fun stuff.

On a related note, via Deanna, some space intrigue I missed from late last month.

THE aliens are out there and Earth had better watch out, at least according to Stephen Hawking. He has suggested that extraterrestrials are almost certain to exist — but that instead of seeking them out, humanity should be doing all it that can to avoid any contact.

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He suggests that aliens might simply raid Earth for its resources and then move on: “We only have to look at ourselves to see how intelligent life might develop into something we wouldn’t want to meet. I imagine they might exist in massive ships, having used up all the resources from their home planet. Such advanced aliens would perhaps become nomads, looking to conquer and colonise whatever planets they can reach.”

He concludes that trying to make contact with alien races is “a little too risky”. He said: “If aliens ever visit us, I think the outcome would be much as when Christopher Columbus first landed in America, which didn’t turn out very well for the Native Americans.”

Don’t talk to aliens, warns Stephen Hawking” by Jonathan Leake, Sunday Times UK 4-25-10

Sounds like Hawking has also been reading Blindsight (and maybe Tiptree’s “Mama Come Home” and “Help” and Reynolds’ Revelation Space and Banks’ Matter and… well, the list goes on).

Somewhere above earth is America’s latest spaceship, a 30ft craft so classified that the Pentagon will not divulge its mission nor how much it cost to build.

The mysterious X37B, launched successfully by the US Air Force from Cape Canaveral on Thursday, using an Atlas V rocket, looks like a mini-Space Shuttle — but its mission is top secret.

It is officially described as an orbital test vehicle. However, one of its potential uses appears to be to launch a surge of small satellites during periods of high international tension. This would enable America to have eyes and ears orbiting above any potential troublespot in the world.

The X37B can stay in orbit for up to 270 days, whereas the Shuttle can last only 16 days. This will provide the US with the ability to carry out experiments for long periods, including the testing of new laser weapon systems. This would bring accusations that the launch of X37B, and a second vehicle planned for later this year, could lead to the militarisation of space.

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With all the focus on the launch of the secret X37B, another space launch by a Minotaur IV rocket from Vandenberg Air Force base in California received less attention.

It was carrying the prototype of a new weapon that can hit any target around the world in less than an hour.

The Prompt Global Strike is designed as the conventional weapon of the future. It could hit Osama bin Laden’s cave, an Iranian nuclear site or a North Korean missile with a huge conventional warhead.

Launch of secret US space ship masks even more secret launch of new weapon” by Michael Evans, Times UK 4-25-10

Aside from a few episodes of The Ray Bradbury Theater I remember from my childhood, this PBS/Wonderworks joint from the year I was born has to be the the finest adaptation of a Bradbury story I’ve ever seen.  Cinematography by Robert Elswit (who went on to relative greatness), music by David Frank (who went on to relative obscurity, but who was apparently working on some kind of symphonic collab with Michael Jackson at the time of Jackson’s death).

A few months back, John Allen clued me in to another Ray, whose track “Triangle Walks” put me in mind of Bradbury’s “Tomorrow’s Child”, in which a woman gives birth, kinda, to a small blue pyramid.

Via Margaret Killjoy, here’s Fever Ray’s cover of Nick Cave’s “Stranger Than Kindness”.

Bit with the lamps reminded me, inevitably, of this.

Also via John Allen, now they‘ve gone and done it.

According to India’s DARPA-type deal, Prahlad Jani also did some things you’re not supposed to be able to do (live without food & water for 70 years, be nourished instead by amrit), but Indian spook scientists, shockingly, have yet to present the study data.

In other old news, editorial standards at The Telegraph are just as abysmally low as those at any other major pape you’d care to name.

India’s Defence Research Development Organisation, whose scientists develop drone aircraft, intercontinental ballistic missiles and new types of bombs. They believe Mr Prahlad could teach them to help soldiers survive longer without food, or disaster victims to hang on until help arrives.

Man claims to have had no food or drink for 70 years” by Dean Nelson, Telegraph 4-28-10

As an Anglophile and proofreader, stuff like this drives me nuts.  I mean, it’s your language, arseholes!  We Yanks are just usin’ it.

Last, but certainly not least, I give yinz Director, CEO, President and CFO of Matrixx Initiatives, Bill Hemelt.

He may not melt, but Bill’s eyes do sorta shapeshift at around 0:50.

Keep on keepin’ on keepin’ on and cuídate.

No time, but obnoxious fines, for Peter Watts

Tuesday, April 27th, 2010

Sentencing is finished. Judge Adair dismissed any thoughts of jail time, made Peter pay a fine, and shared wisdom about the respect we must afford police.

Peter Watts is Free” by David Nickle, 4-26-10

Looks like Watts will have to fork over at least $1500 for asking a fucking question obstructing Great Justice, but it’s cool he won’t be jailed, and that the blogospheric hoopla surrounding his travails has netted him at least one new fan (Blindsight really is spectacular).

Still, siblings, let us remember those folks suffering similar and far, far more wretched abuses at the hands of the deathstate whose plights are not popularized by BoingBoing, etc. – folks who’ve not written a novel or perhaps even read one, who’ve not transgressed against another’s rights but merely irritated (or presented an easy target for) some uniformed, power-tripping wanker.

And props to the defense lawyers who go to bat, using all their skill and focus to actually hit the ball, for those on the genuine fringes – not ’cause they’ll be well-compensated or make some kinda name for themselves, but just ’cause it’s the right thing to do.

Have fun and cuídate.

Update, 4-28-10

Watts recounts the sentencing (grand total of $1628 and nix on travel to the US for – once again – asking a question, and the judge apparently took the opportunity to yak about how “Nine Eleven Changed Everything”) at his blog.

Peter Watts NOT Guilty of Assault, Guilty of Perfectly Reasonable Query

Monday, April 5th, 2010

Guilty, that is, of addressing a Control-infected assdroid (you can’t always tell, but they typically wear uniforms) as one would a baseline Human (done it before, myself; you live and learn).

Watts, whose novel Blindsight I’m currently reading (it’s rad as fuck, incidentally; happened to pick it up shortly before Watts’ trial, at the incredible Haslam’s in St. Petersburg), is staring down the barrel of a possible prison sentence for asking the question it’s every fiction writer’s job to ask, and, indeed, anyone’s right to ask whenever they feel like it: “What is the problem?”  One can only speculate as to what horrors would’ve befallen Mr. Watts had he done his job as an SF writer and asked the next question…

So, Watts was convicted of this abominable transgression and none of the jurors, including one self-professed libertarian, grokked nullification or heard Jiminy Cricket whisper that, regardless of the precise wording of the judge’s instructions or of 27B/6, the only person whose rights were violated at the spacetime coordinates in question was Watts himself, and that therefore it would be, like, wrong to vote guilty.  Nothing new under the suns, in other words.

You can read more about it on Watts’ blog and elsewhere.

Also, while I can’t say how it stacks up to the other Hugo contenders in its category since I haven’t read ‘em, “The Island” (pdf) is a real neat story.

Have fun and stay out of trouble.

Nothing has changed!

Tuesday, February 9th, 2010

Fans of classic science fiction will be saddened to hear that one of its most imaginative writers has passed. In the 1950s and 1960s, William Tenn stood with pioneers like Theodore Sturgeon in creating vivid scenarios of mind-blowing alien worlds in novels and stories that illuminated emotional, political and ethical issues of good old humanity. Tenn was a pseudonym for Philip Klass. His particular contribution to the Golden Age was a willingness to put humor at center stage. (My favorite story of his: “On Venus, Have We Got a Rabbi.”)His death on Sunday, a few months short of his 90th birthday, is a blow to sci-fi. Condolences to his wife Fruma (herself an award-winning writer) and daughter Adina. But the loss also extends to those who never did manage to crack his novel about an extraterrestrial race with seven sexes.

After living a scuffling life of a freelance sci-fi writer in Greenwich Village for many years, Klass joined the faculty of Penn State in the mid-’60s. He was instrumental in encouraging the careers of fiction writers and journalists like David Morrell, who dedicated his debut novel, First Blood, to his mentor — that’s right — the book that unleashed Rambo.

During the “golden age” of American science fiction, the short stories of William Tenn were read as avidly as the works of Philip K. Dick, Robert Heinlein and Ray Bradbury.

The first Tenn story appeared in 1946, the dawning of sci-fi’s literary sophistication. More than 200 followed, as well as two novels, most appearing in Galaxy magazine, but Tenn was a pen name.

The author’s real name was Philip Klass, longtime English professor at Penn State University in State College who retired in 1989 after 23 years and moved to Mt. Lebanon.

Mr. Klass died Sunday at his home of congestive heart failure following a long illness, said his widow, Fruma. He was 89.

I remember reading “Brooklyn Project” in my grandparents’ attic when I was 7 or 8 in the Asimov Presents the Great SF Stories: 10 (1948) anthology, and it left a pretty deep mark.  Reread it today, and it’s even more rad than I remembered – there’s even a fifteen in the next-to-last sentence!
Adios y gracias, William Tenn.
Have fun and cuídate.

Kage Baker died.

Sunday, January 31st, 2010

Kage Baker died this morning.  She had uterine cancer, which spread to her brain.

Having read only one of Baker’s books, last year’s The Empress of Mars, I feel perfectly comfortable stating that the woman knew how to write SF.

Adios, Kage!

Have fun and cuídate.