Filed under: BoingBoing, Flu, Gene Roddenberry, Humor, Jefferson Starship, Music, Science Fiction, Society, Star Trek, YouTube
(I’m still fighting this stubborn flu, so forgive the light content quality. But I just had to pass on this brilliant item found on BoingBoing.)
I’ve recently been going through all the old Star Trek: The Original Series episodes and movies, and being amused at just how well the stuff holds up after so many years. But that has nothing to do with this, which I offer for your amusement: Jefferson Airplane‘s White Rabbit with TOS crew.
Bloody well brilliant.
Jim Downey
Filed under: Bipolar, Civil Rights, Depression, Flu, Google, Health, Society
I was going to title this “I’m sick and tired . . . of being sick and tired.” After yet another night of coughing jags, tossing and turning, getting up to take OTC meds every couple of hours, and generally being miserable in this tenth day of this flu.
But then I popped that phrase into Google, to see why it echoed so from my childhood. And a couple of clicks later I found this, and was humbled.
My tendency to feel sorry for myself is not one of my most attractive traits. I can only say that it usually is a sign that I am bottoming out, and before long I will be climbing back out of my own personal pit of despair (whether it is caused by health problems, my mild bi-polar condition, or some other source). It’s that Emerson quote, again.
So, sorry about that, Fanny Lou. Didn’t mean no offense.
Jim Downey
Filed under: Amazon, General Musings, Heinlein, NYT, Robert A. Heinlein, Science, Society, Terrorism
A good friend uses this quote from Robert Heinlein (from Time Enough for Love) as part of her .sig:
“There is no such thing as luck.
There is only adequate or inadequate preparation to cope with a statistical universe.”
Which is a nice reformulation of my favorite Louis Pasteur quote:
“Chance favors the prepared mind.”
Which is why I grieve for the future of my country when I read things like this:
Walking home to her Upper East Side apartment (from the NY Public Library following the 9/11 attacks), she said, overwhelmed and confused, she stopped at a bar. As she sipped her bloody mary, she quietly listened to two men, neatly dressed in suits. For a second she thought they were going to compare that day’s horrifying attack to the Japanese bombing in 1941 that blew America into World War II:
“This is just like Pearl Harbor,” one of the men said.
The other asked, “What is Pearl Harbor?”
“That was when the Vietnamese dropped bombs in a harbor, and it started the Vietnam War,” the first man replied.
At that moment, Ms. Jacoby said, “I decided to write this book.”
What book? The Age of American Unreason, just released last week.
Susan Jacoby has a number of other books to her credit, including Freethinkers: A History of American Secularism. She has a history of supporting rationalism, and this is her latest effort to get people to pay attention to the toxic mix of anti-intellectualism and anti-rationalism. From her website:
This impassioned, tough-minded work of contemporary history paints a disturbing portrait of a mutant strain of public ignorance, anti-rationalism, and anti-intellectualism that has developed over the past four decades and now threatens the future of American democracy. Combining historical analysis with contemporary observation, Susan Jacoby dissects a culture at odds with America’s heritage of Enlightenment reason and with modern knowledge and science. With mordant wit, the author offers an unsparing indictment of the ways in which dumbness has been defined downward throughout American society—on the political right and the left. America’s endemic anti-intellectual tendencies have been exacerbated by a new species of semiconscious anti-rationalism, feeding on and fed by a popular culture of video images and unremitting noise that leaves no room for contemplation or logic.
Edenists, anyone? Grieve. Grieve for the future.
Jim Downey
(Cross-posted to UTI. Thanks to ML for the initial NYT story.)
Filed under: 2nd Amendment, Flu, General Musings, Guns, H. G. Wells, Health, Pandemic, Predictions, Preparedness, Science Fiction, Sleep, Society
Wow. It’s been a while since I was this sick, this long. Nothing life-threatening, just the flu that’s going around. Of course, I was completely worn out by the last few weeks of caring for Martha Sr, with no reserves to draw upon to fight this virus, so it comes as very little surprise that I haven’t been able to just shrug off the bug and get better.
It is this sort of experience that drives home the statistics pertaining to how many soldiers over the ages died due to disease rather than battle – I don’t have the numbers right at hand, but generally it has been concluded that at least as many soldiers have died due to illness than from battle related injuries, at least up until the last century. Why? Because soldiers are frequently pushed past the point of physical exhaustion, denied adequate sleep, with poor quality or inadequate food, and under conditions which foster rapid transmission of disease from soldier to soldier.
And that’s one of the things that I always chuckle about when I read about TEOTWAWKI scenarios on this or that forum. Often, particularly when such threads come up on a firearms-related forum, people will get way too preoccupied with guns and ammo, and lose track of the fact that those tools are completely useless if you are too sick or too tired or too hungry to employ them. Get sick, and your superior collection of guns or other tech mean nothing. H.G. Wells knew this, while most of us have forgotten it.
I’ll write more when I am up to it.
Jim Downey
My aches and pains from this cold/flu have reached the point where it is tempting to go sit in a doctor’s office just in order to get some antibiotics. Not that they would do any good, mind, as it is almost certain that what I have is a viral bug rather than a bacterial infection. All the symptoms are in place: cough, watery eyes, runny nose, lack of any real fever. Yet when you are miserable enough, long enough, you get a little desperate. You want antibiotics, just so you feel like you’re “doing something” to beat the disease.
And that, actually, was where Communion of Dreams had its origin: in the over-prescribing of antibiotics and the routine use of same in factory farming of livestock. I started playing around with what would happen if misuse of antibiotics lead to a bacterial ‘superbug’ which we couldn’t treat. Eventually, I went a different direction with the idea, and decided that a viral agent was more appropriate, and for different reasons (which I won’t go into here.)
But at times like this I sure do identify with all those who want antibiotics for every viral beastie to come down the pike. Even if they don’t really do anything.
Jim Downey
Filed under: Alzheimer's, Daily Kos, Health, Hospice, Publishing, Sleep, Society, Writing stuff
No, no, not downloads of the novel. That would be something. Rather, that’s the number of words I’ve written in the last year in posts here which have the ‘Alzheimer’s’ or ‘Hospice’ category tags. Why is that significant?
Because I am thinking about using those posts as the basis for a book about being a care-provider. With the feedback I got to my posts here, and those I cross-posted at UTI and Daily Kos, it became evident that there is a real interest in this topic. Because almost everyone either knows someone with Alzheimer’s, or they know someone who has a family member with Alzheimer’s, or they are afraid of developing the disease themselves.
With editing and culling of the current material, I probably have about 30,000 words done. If I supplement that material with explanatory notes and reflections, I can easily boost that to 60 or 70,000 words, which should be more than sufficient for this kind of memoir. And while my thinking on this is still rather vague, I’d probably see if I could pair-up with the Alzheimer’s Association, with some or all of the proceeds of the sale of the book going to help that organization with their research and educational programs.
It’s a thought.
Jim Downey
Filed under: BoingBoing, Bruce Schneier, Emergency, General Musings, Government, Preparedness, Psychic abilities, Science Fiction, Sleep, Society, Terrorism, Writing stuff
[This post contains mild spoilers in the first paragraph. The rest is safe, even if you haven’t read the novel.]
One of the major themes of Communion of Dreams is examining the nature of reality. The title of the book alone gives this away, though I am constantly surprised by comments people make which indicate that they didn’t really take that very big hint into consideration when reading the book. Anyway, the whole notion is that we live within a controlled reality, in that there are artificial limits on what we understand of the outside universe. I use dreams as one access point for information which gets around these limits, and then more fully explore the psychic abilities which are latent in humans later in the book.
I’m a big fan of the TV series Foyle’s War, with its excellent acting and attention to historical details. It provides a brilliant insight into what it must have been like in the United Kingdom during World War II, and shows both the bravery and the cowardice of a population under real threat from a superior enemy. In particular, those episodes set early in the war (during the Battle of Britain) show how the possibility of invasion by Nazi Germany pushed people to do both inspiring and dispiriting things, but mostly how the entire population just ‘got on with it’, coping with the threat and their fears pretty damned well.
Which is why when I read things like this, I just cringe:
Hundreds Evacuated from North Sea oil platform after ‘dream’ sparks bomb alert.
A 23-year-old woman is expected to appear in court today after reports of a bomb on a North Sea oil rig sparked a full-scale emergency operation involving the army, RAF and police.
According to one report, the scare started when a woman employee on the rig was overheard recalling a dream she had had about a bomb on the platform. Jake Molloy, general secretary of the Offshore Industry Liaison Committee, one of the biggest unions representing offshore workers, said: “It was complete madness. This girl had a dream about a bomb being on board and she was a bit shaken. The next thing anyone knew workers were being evacuated.”
He said the rumour that a bomb was on the accommodation block – or “flotel” – had spread to senior managers within an hour. “It was complete madness on behalf of everyone. There was never any reason to evacuate the platform.”
Read the whole thing. It is clear that this was nothing short of bureaucratic panic. What do I mean? I mean that when bureaucrats are given procedures which they have to implement in order to cover-their-asses, they will do so whether or not the situation really calls for it, and no matter how disruptive and pointless the exercise will be. This is the exact same mindset in operation with the TSA’s Security Theater (credit Bruce Schneier), but played out in a more dramatic fashion.
Somebody overheard someone else talking about a disturbing dream they had. And they panicked. It’s that simple.
We’ve allowed the bureaucrats to so control our lives out of fear of being held responsible, that we’ve become afraid of our own dreams. How pathetic. How sad.
Jim Downey
(Via BoingBoing. Slightly edited version cross-posted to UTI.)
Filed under: Alzheimer's, Feedback, General Musings, Health, Hospice, Marketing, Predictions, Press, Promotion, Science Fiction, Sleep, Society, Writing stuff
I find it odd, but somehow telling, that the obit for my MIL has gotten the most hits of anything I’ve posted here previously, and as a result I’ve hit a new “best day” for the blog today. Ah, well.
The newspaper coverage of her passing can be found here and here.
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And that’s not the only news about us. In a strange twist, the same issue of the Tribune which contains Martha Sr.’s obituary also has this piece about this year’s Notable Historic Properties. Which includes our home (second from bottom on that page.)
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While I was being preoccupied with caring for Martha Sr. in her final days, there seems to have been a burst of activity with the novel. I don’t know if someone posted it to some websites or what, but in the last week almost 500 people have downloaded the thing. If anyone knows what is behind this, drop me a note or leave a comment if you would be so kind. Oh, that pushes the total downloads over 7,000 – thanks, everyone!
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Got this very nice note from someone who had just downloaded the book and started reading it. ‘Rich’ said:
Thanks for making your SF novel available. I am now in the middle, and you’ve REALLY got my interest. This is a good thing.
I have only noticed 2 very minor technical things that I think most people would not notice, but being an engineer and trained in physical sciences, I saw them.
In the first description of the airlock on Titan, using water to wash off tholin dust would be difficult as you have described it. If the Titan atmosphere were pumped out to a vacuum, liquid water would boil off instantly, unless there were another replacement atmosphere first.
When Jon first breathes the air inside Darnell’s dome, “the usual sharp whiff of methane” – Methane is odorless, needing to have mercaptans added so we can smell it.
Like I said, these are small details, and do not detract from my enjoyment of the story.
D’oh! My response:
Well, thanks! The first can be easily changed with a tweak to the description (which is what I actually envisioned – the new ‘Earth normal’ atmo being pumped in first, then things flushed with a water rinse), but I didn’t know that methane was odorless. Huh. Silly me – it’s the same as ‘natural gas’, isn’t it?
No worries, I can tweak that by giving the tholin precipitate some kind of smell, and rejigger the text to reflect that. But I would not have caught it without your help.
See, kids – you write me, you’ll get a real, personal response! Well, sooner or later. Just because the novel has now been downloaded 7,000 times and I’m well on my way to becoming a famous and fabulously wealthy author, doesn’t mean I won’t answer my email . . .
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And, lastly, thanks again to all who have commented or sent messages about Martha Sr.’s passing. It has been much appreciated by us.
Best,
Jim Downey
Filed under: General Musings, Genetic Testing, Psychic abilities, Reproduction, Science, Science Fiction, Society, Survival
Actually, they’re not that old. Recent genetic research shows that a single mutation less than 10,000 years ago is responsible for blue eyes:
One Common Ancestor Behind Blue Eyes
People with blue eyes have a single, common ancestor, according to new research.
A team of scientists has tracked down a genetic mutation that leads to blue eyes. The mutation occurred between 6,000 and 10,000 years ago. Before then, there were no blue eyes.
“Originally, we all had brown eyes,” said Hans Eiberg from the Department of Cellular and Molecular Medicine at the University of Copenhagen.
There’s a nice explanation of science behind understanding the genetic change and how it can be traced back to a single individual. And this closing bit:
“The question really is, ‘Why did we go from having nobody on Earth with blue eyes 10,000 years ago to having 20 or 40 percent of Europeans having blue eyes now?” Hawks said. “This gene does something good for people. It makes them have more kids.”
Nah – it just makes us more attractive. 😉
[Minor spoilers ahead.]
The reason I mention this discovery is how it shows such a trait can propagate out through the human population quickly. And that of course relates to some of the conjecture I have in Communion of Dreams about the development of psychic abilities in the same kind of time frame.
Interesting stuff!
Jim Downey
Communion Of Dreams 