For my German friends – I am not even going to try. If you understand German, this song will make you laugh out loud.
For my German friends – I am not even going to try. If you understand German, this song will make you laugh out loud.
For many centuries, the starship Argonos, with thousands of people on board, has traveled between the stars looking for a planet to colonize. None has worked out. They never once encountered any alien civilization. About 275 years ago, there was a revolution on board which ultimately upset the balance of power and also destroyed the logs and records of the ship. Nobody knows how old the ship is, how long it has traveled, and where it has been.
Its society has fractured into the downsiders, those people born and living in the lower decks of the ship, where farming and labor takes place, and the upsiders, who are the crew, the educated and the religious elites. The Catholic church is strong and thriving. There is even a cathedral on board.
For the first time in recent memory, they find a planet that looks promising. They land to explore it, and in the process find a gruesome and shocking surprise. Eventually, a transmission from the planet into space leads the Argonos to an alien ship in deep space. They explore and find disconcerting evidence of what many call evil.
Bartolomeo Aguilera is the narrator of the story. He is the confidant of the captain of the Argonos, but an outsider in general, disliked by the elite as well as the workers. Through his narration we learn about the realities of life on the ship, where everyone on board was born on board and has lived their entire lives on board. They know no other life. The church teaches that the ship has existed forever.
I loved the first half of Ship of Fools. The story of the lives of the inhabitants is engaging and thought-provoking. I didn’t care much for the endless sections of religious exposition. The bishop of the Argonos and one of its priests are major protagonists, and their points of view and dialog keeps drawing the story into religious confusion and anachronisms.
When the ship reaches the alien vessel, the story becomes boring and pointless, and the climax really never gets resolved. There are two threads to the ending, and neither is completed. Perhaps the author wanted to set us up for a sequel. This was written in 2001, and it’s now 2015, and there isn’t one.
I had this book at three stars or above, until the second half just took a nosedive and left everything just – uninteresting.
Nevertheless, for lovers of generation ship stories, it is still a must-read.
It looks like there is a good chance that we’ll have a choice between a Bush and a Clinton in the 2016 election for president.
I was 24 when the first Bush became vice president and 32 when he became president. Until the last few years, I have spent my adult life with a Bush or a Clinton in the White House. At this rate, and the way it looks, I will spend my retirement years with a Bush or a Clinton in the White House.
Out of 330 million people, this is the best we can come up with?
We have a political elite in this country that buys elections. It’s an oligarchy.
And we, the voters, don’t seem to mind.
When I found this random funny post it occurred to me that anthropomorphism has taken on a whole new dimension in the last few years.
It started many years ago, when many of my readers weren’t born yet, when telephone answering machines became popular. The machines had little tape decks in them and callers could record messages. I remember people telling me they didn’t leave me messages because they “didn’t want to talk to a machine.” My response was always: “It’s not a machine, it’s me listening to your voice hours later. You’re not talking to anyone.”
But when humans talk, and when machines talk back, something happens in the human brain that anthropomorphizes the machine. We have all had the experience “talking” to a machine voice when we call our credit card company. We get frustrated when it doesn’t understand we don’t want one of its standard options.
Note how I used the pronoun it and not she, even though the voice is almost always female and seemingly always the same one.
The most famous talking machine is Siri, Apple’s trademark voice on its phones. Siri undeniably does more than talk. The image above is testimony to that. When we talk about Siri, invariably we talk about what she said, not what it – the machine – said. “Maybe you should ask Cortana for the movie times” is not something a machine would come up with, or so our brains reason, and we think of Siri as a person sitting somewhere just waiting for us to task her questions through our smart phones.
I use Google Maps for directions, and I use its voice feature. All is well when it tells me to turn left or right and leads me to my destination. However, if I decide to turn into the local supermarket to get a bottle of water and a candy bar along the way, it freaks out. It wants me to make a U-turn as soon as possible. It suddenly directs me around the block on side roads so I can get back to the main road where I should be. The chatter becomes annoying. I wish it had a “snooze” button that I could tap indicating, “yes, I know I am off course, but I just need to do this little thing before we can be on our way again.” I am sure somebody is working on that feature. But the overriding “feeling” I have when this happens is guilt. I feel like I am failing and the Google Maps program is frustrated with me that I am not getting it.
I have also felt bad for Siri when I have asked it questions repeatedly. Say I am looking for a Starbucks and it gives me a list of destinations, and I inadvertently pick the wrong one in the list and I can’t get back to the original list. Rather than navigating back, it’s easier to just invoke Siri afresh and start over again. After doing that three of four times I have found myself feeling awkward. What must it be thinking? That I am an idiot?
I have also noticed that I have the propensity to treat Siri with respect. I have said “please” and “thank you” before for its favors. I don’t like to ask the same question more than one time, and I don’t want to ask questions that it might think are stupid.
The borders between machines and humans are blurring.
What do you think, R2D2?
On the first page of the timeline, there is usually some teaser with a picture and some fact that I might be interested in. When I click on those teasers, they bring me to an aggregator site like “odometer” above that shows the picture that was featured, usually one of multiple pages, followed by some text and a Previous and Next button.
Often these buttons are hard to find amongst the other buttons that litter the page, arrows that are simply advertisement hooks. The site is so sluggish that it hardly works, because it is packed with crappy advertisements that nobody is interested in, and the advertisements, should I click on one of them, lead to more such crappy pages full of ads.
Check out the above example. I was interested in the series about fun facts associated with the SR-71 airplane. But it teases me on the right with “Watch What Happens when you have Big Accessories.” Good thing I resisted to find out what the big accessories were. I am sure they were not what the picture suggested. I could not help noticing the Zero G boobs of Hot Kate Upton, and even there I resisted.
There are many such sites that are full of bad, annoying ads that make the sites virtually unusable. I have learned to detect them on Facebook and avoid them.
Is this how Facebook makes its money? Is this why Facebook is worth several hundred billion dollars? Because it provides a free site that bombards us with useless, annoying advertisements? What happened to good old honest work in America to make money?
Time to hit Publish on this post and slave it over to Facebook.
I am sure this slows down bikers!
In the twenty-second century, humanity sends a ship to the fifth planet of Procyon, the eighth brightest star in the night sky, in the constellation Canis Minor. Evidence suggests that the planet is Earth-like.
Procyon is 11.5 light years away, so the trip is a one-way endeavor for the colonists on board. As a matter of fact, it will take six generations of humans before those that will actually land on the target planet are born. Imagine if a ship had left at the time Lincoln was president, and it would now arrive!
Conditions on the ship would likely be very different from those when the trip started. What would descendants six generations hence think of the original mission? Would they even remember?
Roy Complain is a hunter. He lives in the lower regions of the ship. There are 84 decks, and the lower decks are called the “Quarters”, the middle decks the “Deadways” and the upper 30 or so the “Forwards.” The Quarters are overgrown with hydroponics, plants out of control permeating the corridors, rooms and compartments. Humans live in tribes, defending themselves with primitive weapons, hunting feral animals and gathering plants to survive. Constants strife between tribes on different decks and in different areas of the ship makes life challenging and dangerous. When Roy’s partner dies, presumably after not coming back from a hunting trip, he and a small group of friends start on a journey into the unknown, through the mythical Deadways, on to the Forwards that nobody really knows actually exist. Roy and his companions don’t know there is a universe outside their cramped, mechanized and overgrown little world.
Non-Stop is a phenomenal generation ship novel, written in 1958, when the only comparable work around was Heinlein’s Orphans of the Sky, which only scratches the surface of the depth a generation ship story can provide. It is difficult to write about this novel meaningfully without spoilers. So I will stop here.
The beginning and middle of the book is somewhat slow at times, and the details tend to get tedious. There are a few hokey concepts, like intelligent rats and telepathic rabbits, but those don’t get in the way. But let me tell you this: Read Non-Stop from the beginning to the end, and then, when you are done, and you figure out what’s actually going on, you’ll want to start at the beginning once again.
Non-Stop is a powerful, compelling and thought-provoking generation ship story.
Bob Saginowski (Tom Hardy) is a lonely bartender in the grungy underworld of Brooklyn. His employer is “Cousin Marv” (James Gandolfini) who is doing shady deals on the side. One night the bar gets robbed and things go awry quickly. Bob finds himself entangled in the investigation, both by the authorities, as well as the local gangsters.
The Drop is a crime drama. The movie is James Gandolfini’s final film and was met with positive reviews for Gandolfini’s performance. The Tomatometer lists it with an 89%. His character, Marv, dies in The Drop. Gandolfini died of a heart attack shortly after the movie was finished during a vacation in Rome, Italy, at the age of 51.
The general theme of life in the underworld of New York has been portrayed in many movies. This one features pretty strong acting by some of the protagonists, but it’s also a confusing story. I am not versed with underworld and mob dealings, so maybe that’s why I had a hard time following what was going on.
The entire story plays in a gritty and most depressing environment. There is not a happy face in this story, ever, there is not a blade of green in this winter in Brooklyn, all the locales are decrepit and depressing. No wonder crime flourishes. There is nothing else.
Watching The Drop left me confused because I didn’t quite get the plot, and depressed. Maybe that was its objective. But I can’t rate it higher than one and a half stars – I wouldn’t want you to watch this and get depressed, too.
You can sail from the west coast of Canada in a straight line around the world and arrive on the east coast of Canada.
This is pretty tough to watch.
A random traffic stop turns into a police assault on two teenagers. No Miranda rights read. The crime? The police smell marijuana in the car.
Then the police take the recording and delete it.
Last Saturday, an unarmed man was pulled over by a cop for a broken tail light. Within a few minutes, he was executed.
It doesn’t really matter why he was pulled over. It doesn’t really matter that he ran away when the cop checked on the car. It doesn’t really matter that he was black and the cop was white.
It matters that he is now dead.
Regardless of the crime – if there was any crime at all – he deserved his day in court, he deserved a jury, he deserved a sentence.
The cop had no right to execute him on the spot.
It’s called murder.
What a time we live in where we can see crystal clear images of moons of Saturn and its rings!
Here is a good article on the water problem in California. I have used the almond as an example. However, we grow rice, alfalfa, walnuts, and many other nuts and vegetables, all needing immense amounts of water. No – we can’t stop agriculture, of course not. But water should be traded like any commodity on the free market. If water were more expensive, we would not grow rice in California so we can ship it to Asia. That makes no sense.
Originally posted on Grist:
Almonds have become the poster-nut for human wastefulness in California’s drought. If you’ve been paying attention to the drought coverage, you’ve already seen the statistics repeated over and over: It takes a gallon of water to grow an almond, and almond orchards comprise 10 percent of our water consumption.
And I get it. I live in California, and it’s a little freaky right now. We’ve entered uncharted territory: Never in our history have we gotten this dry. There’s an innate urge to seek out a villain — you know, put up the bat signal, catch the bad guy, and live happily ever after.
The first problem with this reasoning, as Alissa Walker points out in this piece, is that it’s arbitrary. Almonds (“THE DEVIL’S NUT” as she has it) are nowhere near the most water-hungry crop — in fact many farmers have switched to almonds from cotton, which requires slightly more water. But…
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