Watching the classic horror movie Night of the Living Dead in this season of increasingly antagonistic political ads, I am drawn to the thought that many of the politicians vying for our votes are very much like Ben and Mr. Cooper.
They both have a plan to keep the people in house safe from the shambling monstrosities outside, plans that are not necessarily mutually exclusive. But they're so busy fighting each other that, instead of keeping anyone safe, they actually ensure that the house is overrun by the flesh eating living dead.
Officials from both major parties are at fault. By creating an atmosphere of suspicion, fear, and distrust, by refusing to see anything outside of their narrow field of vision, by allowing ego and one-ups-manship to be the guiding rule they are ensuring our destruction.
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Friday, October 31, 2014
Death Face
Happy Halloween - if you're into that sort of thing. We are around here. Dune helped me out this afternoon, allowed me to stage a few photographs with him.
Biblical Limericks: We Don’t Read the Apocrypha, Anyway
The book of Ecclesiasticus
doesn’t apply to Protestant us,
so when it says that sin
can be, by almsgivin’,
redressed, we ignore it without fuss.
Ecclesiasticus 3: 30
doesn’t apply to Protestant us,
so when it says that sin
can be, by almsgivin’,
redressed, we ignore it without fuss.
Ecclesiasticus 3: 30
A Real Nightmare - a Freesound Project
One of the sounds that I have shared at the Freesound Project has been used in a short film. A very short film. I mean, really short. It's a 14 second film.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
I'm Pretty Sure He's Channeling C. H. Spurgeon
This is my good friend John. He has a brother named John. (True story.) But I shouldn't poke fun... he knows too many stories about me. He and I have taught beginner band, served food at disaster sites, played tubas, traveled up and down Minnesota and North Dakota together.
He's alright.
Biblical Limericks: The Prophet Delivers
Habakkuk saw a bright angel who
said, “Go to Babylon’s what you’ll do.”
Snatching him by the hair,
carried him through the air
so he could take to Daniel a stew.
Daniel 14: 33 - 39
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Autumn Ivy, Abandoned House
I found the autumn colored ivy against the bright paint of this abandoned house particularly attractive. So I stopped in the middle of my errands to take several pictures.
Isis, ISIS and ISS - a Letter from Doctor Tarrec
Every once in a while I get a letter from my good friend
Doctor Tarrec. He’s a strange old man. I
worry about him. But what can I do?
My Dear Student,
Jeffrey, I trust that this letter will find you. At least I hope that it will. I cannot leave my home. Not while the Air Force is continuing their surveillance of my residence. They watch me from high orbital satellites and with remotely controlled drones that they have tried to disguise as owls. But I’m on to them. I know what they are doing.
But during my long months of enforced seclusion I have lost track of world events, somewhat. I am no longer sure how things are proceeding, and I am concerned for what may be about to happen, if it’s not already too late. I have discovered a number of mystical allusions in the writings of the contemporary Jewish prophet – Robert Zimmerman – that, if true, could mean very dark days are ahead of us.
My Dear Student,
Jeffrey, I trust that this letter will find you. At least I hope that it will. I cannot leave my home. Not while the Air Force is continuing their surveillance of my residence. They watch me from high orbital satellites and with remotely controlled drones that they have tried to disguise as owls. But I’m on to them. I know what they are doing.
But during my long months of enforced seclusion I have lost track of world events, somewhat. I am no longer sure how things are proceeding, and I am concerned for what may be about to happen, if it’s not already too late. I have discovered a number of mystical allusions in the writings of the contemporary Jewish prophet – Robert Zimmerman – that, if true, could mean very dark days are ahead of us.
I need for you to do some research for me. Specifically, I need everything you can
gather for me concerning shifting Egyptian weather patterns. Temperatures.
Rainfall. Wind patterns. Barometric Pressure. Relative humidity. I need water levels for the Nile at all
points from the cataracts to the delta.
And if you can get all this data going back to the year 2000, it would
be most helpful to me as I verify what I have discovered.
I am convinced that the radical Islamic group ISIS (if that label can be applied to such a group) has surreptitiously taken over the International Space Station – ISS. The connection is too obvious to be avoided. The explosion of NASA’s Antares rocket yesterday is evidence that they do not want any outsiders interfering in their plans. They sabotaged the rocket in order to maintain their secret control of the ISS.
ISIS is already using the ISS as an orbiting weapons platform – but their weapons are highly unconventional. They are using weather generative weaponry, manipulating air currents and shifting temperatures downward around the globe – beginning in Egypt. And all of this conforms to what I have discovered in the writings of the prophet Zimmerman. He describes a coming time of extreme cold - cold in the north, in a place of darkness and light. It will be time of howling wind and outrageous snow. And the pyramids will be covered in ice.
Jeffery, my dear boy, come to the aid your old professor. Do what you can to get this vital information to me as soon as possible. There may yet be time to save us all.
Doctor P. L. Tarrec
I am convinced that the radical Islamic group ISIS (if that label can be applied to such a group) has surreptitiously taken over the International Space Station – ISS. The connection is too obvious to be avoided. The explosion of NASA’s Antares rocket yesterday is evidence that they do not want any outsiders interfering in their plans. They sabotaged the rocket in order to maintain their secret control of the ISS.
ISIS is already using the ISS as an orbiting weapons platform – but their weapons are highly unconventional. They are using weather generative weaponry, manipulating air currents and shifting temperatures downward around the globe – beginning in Egypt. And all of this conforms to what I have discovered in the writings of the prophet Zimmerman. He describes a coming time of extreme cold - cold in the north, in a place of darkness and light. It will be time of howling wind and outrageous snow. And the pyramids will be covered in ice.
Jeffery, my dear boy, come to the aid your old professor. Do what you can to get this vital information to me as soon as possible. There may yet be time to save us all.
Doctor P. L. Tarrec
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Biblical Limericks: Tertius Gets his Say
I, Tertius, wrote this epistle
and now I’m trying not to bristle,
‘cause I’ve done all the work,
and Paul, that big ole jerk,
won’t let me say much in this missal.
Romans 16: 22 – 24
Biblical Limericks: Genesis Dilemma
After procreating with my wife,
there are still some commands for this life:
I have to figure out
what it means to rule trout,
owls, and cows. I can’t handle this strife!
Genesis 1: 28
there are still some commands for this life:
I have to figure out
what it means to rule trout,
owls, and cows. I can’t handle this strife!
Genesis 1: 28
Monday, October 27, 2014
Two from the Field Museum
Over the weekend our family took a short jaunt into Chicago for a day and a half. We went to the Oriental Institute Museum, the Smart Museum of Art, and the Field Museum.
Here are two photos that I took at the Field Museum - 1) Inuit / Eskimo masks and 2)some of the Loa from the temporary Vodou display. I should do some reading about Vodou.
First Unitarian Church (Chicago)
I haven't been feeling well the past two days so I've not been writing much. I worked on some homework for my composition class, but I'm pretty sure what I've written is only barely cogent. Oh well. Here's a photograph from our trip to Chicago last weekend. (I felt fine then...)
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Powerpoint Slides for Everyone - 2014 - Week 45
Here is your free weekly background image. These are yours to use where and how you will. I only ask that you share them freely and that you tell others that you found them here.
This week's image is of a sparkly curtain that I saw in one of the exhibits at the Field Museum in Chicago this weekend. The exhibit wasn't specifically about the sparkly red curtain, of course, I just thought it looked nice.
This week's image is of a sparkly curtain that I saw in one of the exhibits at the Field Museum in Chicago this weekend. The exhibit wasn't specifically about the sparkly red curtain, of course, I just thought it looked nice.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Nighttime in Chinatown
My wife and I had a very nice dinner tonight in Chicago's Chinatown. We walked around for a while, I took pictures.
Ready to Become an Archaeologist
After attending a lecture by Dr. Robert Cargill (University of Iowa) last night about Archaeology, the Dead Sea Scrolls and 3D computer reconstruction models, and spending the afternoon today at the Oriental Institute Museum at the University of Chicago, I am quite ready to become an archaeologist. Sign me up.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Partial Solar Eclipse
There was a partial solar eclipse this afternoon. I went out with my camera and attempted to get some decent photos of it. It's tricky to photograph the sun, as tricky as trying to look directly at the sun. I used a couple of filters to limit the amount of light coming into the lens and set the shutter speed really high.
I Went to See the Holy Man
“Acquire a
peaceful spirit and thousands around you will be saved.” -Saint Seraphim of
Sarov
I went to see the holy man
in his isolation;
I went to hear him at his prayers,
seeking consolation,
but the forest was full of bears.
in his isolation;
I went to hear him at his prayers,
seeking consolation,
but the forest was full of bears.
I went to see the holy man
in deep contemplation;
I wanted that peaceful spirit
that saves a generation,
and the silence that comes with it.
in deep contemplation;
I wanted that peaceful spirit
that saves a generation,
and the silence that comes with it.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
The View from the Alleyway
I had a few moments before my class began tonight, so I took my camera into some of the alleyways of downtown Newton, Iowa.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Working: I'm Raising the Next Pete Seeger
I'm raising the next Pete Seeger, or Woody Guthrie. My son wrote a poem for his history class which was published in the school newsletter (in a grossly bastardized version, he was quick to point out). I need to get this kid a banjo.
Working
I awake to a dark room,
crammed with bodies.
I make my way to the door,
and leave for work.
Working for hours
Working for life
Working for a tyrant
Every day I break my back
with the others.
We give everything we have,
sweat, tears, and blood.
Working for hours
Working for life
Working for a tyrant
I carry on day to day.
I do not know
what keeps me going like this.
Maybe it's hope...
Hope for justice
Hope for fairness
Hope for life
Biblical Limericks: Abraham Got Lucky
God said to Abraham, “kill your son,
your beloved, you know the one;
take out your bloody knife
and sacrifice his life.”
So Abe obeyed without a question.
your beloved, you know the one;
take out your bloody knife
and sacrifice his life.”
So Abe obeyed without a question.
But good God, and good grief, and God damn!
What the hell’s wrong with you, Abraham?
To follow as if blind
a request so unkind?
You’re lucky God provided a ram.
What the hell’s wrong with you, Abraham?
To follow as if blind
a request so unkind?
You’re lucky God provided a ram.
Genesis 22
Monday, October 20, 2014
Biblical Limericks: Bizarre Behavior for Bees
I don’t get it; it’s a mystery
that shouldn’t be read as history,
for to build a beehive
in what once was alive
would be bizarre behavior for bees.
Judges 14:8
that shouldn’t be read as history,
for to build a beehive
in what once was alive
would be bizarre behavior for bees.
Judges 14:8
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Powerpoint Slides for Everyone - 2014 - Week 44
Here is this week's free background image. Use it for your own - where and how you will. I only ask that you share it freely and that you tell others that you found it here.
I took this particular photograph in front of the local community college the other night in the few minutes before I had to go to class.
I took this particular photograph in front of the local community college the other night in the few minutes before I had to go to class.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Saylorville Dam
The wife and I went over to Saylorville Lake (near Des Moines) this afternoon. The kids didn't want to go with us. They wanted to spend the day lounging around in their pajamas, being lazy.
Friday, October 17, 2014
Shadow Tail
According to that great source of information that is the Oxford English dictionary, the word "squirrel" comes to us by a long and torturous journey through Anglo-Norman, Old French, Latin and back to ancient Greek, and means "Shadow Tail"
The Tensions in "Surface Tension"
The science and technology represented in the sci-fi short
story “Surface Tension” by James Blish, first published in the August 1952 edition
of Galaxy Science Fiction, was well
ahead of the scientific realities of the world outside of the pages of that
science fiction digest. And though Blish
may have outreached the science of his time (and ours still today) his
extrapolations of the various tensions between science and faith are
fantastic.
Blish wrote of great interstellar crafts carrying men and
women to far distant parts of the universe carrying human colonists as well
along with all that they would need to “seed” the new planet with life.
In 1952 however, the exploration of space had only just
begun. Building upon the technologies
developed by German scientists during World War II for the V-2 rockets, The
United States (as well as the Soviet Union) developed and launched a number of
sub-orbital “sounding rockets” – research rockets like the Aerobee and the
Viking rockets, designed to reach a height of 50 – 1,500 kilometers above the
earth’s surface and carrying recording instruments, scientific tests, a various
kinds of animals – including chimps, mice and dogs (Gray 1).
When Blish published his story of interstellar travel,
mankind hadn’t yet travelled into space. Indeed, no Earth based life form would
reach orbit until 1957 – with the Soviet launch of the canine cosmonaut, Laika
into orbit around the planet.
If the space travel of his story far exceed the abilities of
his time, the panspermic / evolutionary / genetic manipulation program of his
interstellar colonists must have seemed like an impossible dream. And still seems so 62 years later.
But “Surface Tension” isn’t really about the science and
technology necessary for interstellar travel or the transfer and modification
of “human germ cells…toward creatures who can live in any reasonable
environment” (Blish 8). Perhaps this is why Blish gives no details about the
technology or process, but only describes the results. “Surface Tension” is not about the science,
but the effects of science, and the tensions created between scientific
exploration and religious faith.
The microscopic humanoid creatures created by the panotrope
adaptions of human genetic material to the indigenous life found on the watery
planet Hydrot are given a record of scientific information, micro-engraved on
corrosion proof metal leaves. In the
course of their development these creatures credit the records with religious significance
and there is division among them as to whether these documents are myths to be
discarded or science to be trusted.
Religious faith (Christianity and Judaism in particular) in
America during the 1950s tended toward the fundamentalist. This trend had been developing since the
1920s and the publication of “The Doctrinal Statement of the World Conference
on Christian Fundamentals” (Moody 382). The fundamentalism so prevalent then
held a firm belief that the sacred scriptures were authoritative, and
infallible and inerrant. The tension between this kind of belief and scientific
exploration is described somewhat in Blish’s story.
There was also a
strong backlash from Fundamentalists against the theory of Evolution. The idea that biological life-forms could
engineered and modified according to some sort of evolutionary pattern would
have been provocative and very controversial in that time.
One tension that is not addressed in Blish’s short story is
that of the problems of colonialism. The
human characters met in the first pages of “Surface Tension” are presented as
noble explorers, valiantly adapting human life to strange conditions of faraway
planets in a program establish human colonies throughout the galaxy.
During the 1950s the last vestiges of the European colonial
empires began to crumble – often violently and painfully. From Algiers in North Africa to Vietnam is
South East Asia, colonized people began to call and agitate for their independence
from European nations. The transition
from colony to free nation often resulted in open warfare, but even where it
didn’t there was much political corruption and violence and turmoil.
Blish may have been a visionary in some regards, dreaming of
interstellar travel and genetic panatropes capable of transferring some quintessential
essence of human life to other alien life forms, but if Blish could have been
as forward thinking in the political spheres as he was in the scientific, “Surface
Tension” would have been a very different story. Perhaps the human colonists of the far
distant planets would have been presented as being less cavalier about imposing
human adaptions to the newly discovered life forms.
Blish, James “Surface Tension,” Galaxy Science Fiction, Vol. 4. No. 5. New York. 1952.
Gray, Tara. "Animals in Space." Animals in Space. NASA, 2 Aug. 2004.
Web. 17 Oct. 2014.
Moody Bible Institute, “The Doctrinal Statement of the World
Conference on Christian
Fundamentals.” The Christian Workers Magazine Vol. 20 Chicago, IL, 1920.
Inerrancy – You Can’t Get There From Here
There’s an old joke – you’ve probably heard it – about the
lost motorist who stops to ask a local hayseed for directions. “How do I get to Carlinville?” he asks. The hayseed thinks for a moment and then
says, “well you go on down the road here till you get t' the first intersection
then you turn right… no…. that won’t work.
You go on down till you come t' a bridge then you … no that won’t do
neither…” The hayseed thinks for a
moment longer and then says, “Mister, if I were goin’ t’ Carlinville, I wouldn’t
start here. You can’t get there from
here.”
Last night I had a brief discussion online with a few fellow
members of my denomination about the question of biblical inerrancy. Inerrancy is not a part of our doctrinal statements,
but there were some in the discussion who insisted upon it as the only proper
way to interpret and understand the Bible.
Setting aside all the other arguments against inerrancy, our denomination sits pretty firmly on the Wesleyan-Arminian side of the free-will/predestined debate. And like the old joke, if I were headin’ for Inerrancy, I wouldn’t start from free-will. You can’t get there from here.
Setting aside all the other arguments against inerrancy, our denomination sits pretty firmly on the Wesleyan-Arminian side of the free-will/predestined debate. And like the old joke, if I were headin’ for Inerrancy, I wouldn’t start from free-will. You can’t get there from here.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
The Song Will Insist and I Will Be Sung
What Trisagion is sung
by sans serif angels,
those fiery snakes with wings and eyes
leaving burning comet tails in the sky as they fall,
and could I sing along even if I knew the forgotten melody?
I’m trying to decipher the words
of that Jewish carpenter
who renounced his father’s name
and left his father’s home
to sing the blues out on Highway 61.
And I’m trying to follow
another wandering minstrel,
the one without den or nest,
as he sings the song of songs
for brokenhearted outcasts
with no voice of their own.
What song will we sing
for the one that’s been battered
and bruised and left bleeding,
for her that’s been burned
with the unholy coals of friendly fire?
Whom shall I send? And who will sing for us?for the one that’s been battered
and bruised and left bleeding,
for her that’s been burned
with the unholy coals of friendly fire?
Outside, in the distance, the wind begins to howl,
and the song seems swallowed up.
Sing woe, and oh it’s me
among a people of hostile tongues.
I would lay down this weary tune;
I am tired and undone,
but the song will insist and I will be sung.
and the song seems swallowed up.
Sing woe, and oh it’s me
among a people of hostile tongues.
I would lay down this weary tune;
I am tired and undone,
but the song will insist and I will be sung.
Biblical Limericks: The Baptized Dead
I may not understand what Paul said,
much of it goes right over my head,
but I would like to see
when I watch my TV
a show ‘bout zombies – The Baptized Dead.
1 Corinthians 15: 29
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
When I Am King of the World
When I am King of
the World, with all the rights and powers of that office, Christmas will be an
“every other year holiday.” I hate
Christmas, would ban it outright, but, benevolent ruler that I am, will make
allowance for the foibles of my subjects and allow them to celebrate it on
alternating years.
I hate seeing
Christmas trees and decorations in stores as early as August. I hate seeing Christmas lights and wreaths
before Halloween, or hearing Christmas songs before Thanksgiving. Let’s have one holiday at a time,
please. And, if I am completely honest,
I don’t really like hearing or singing Christmas songs before December 25th,
that’s the season of Advent (but that’s a pretty fine liturgical calendar
distinction that most people don’t even consider…)
Though I have
slightly less antipathy towards Santa Clause and his elves and reindeer, I’d
rather get back to authentic, historic Saint Nicolaus. I don’t care for Frosty the Snowman or the
Grinch Who Stole Christmas or the Heat Miser, or Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer,
or any of the other characters from all of those Christmas specials. They are
irrelevant to me.
I cringe every time
I hear about the economic stimulus of Christmas. This civil holiday of shopping
and consumerism is less and less about the Christian celebration of the
incarnation of Jesus, and more and more about economic stimulus and
commercialism. Profits over prophets.
And I hate, hate,
hate (with an unquenchable hatred) hearing people get all riled up about
whether we should say “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays” when we’re still
confusing the celebration of Christ’s birth with the celebration of that modern
deity, the Economy. So when I become
King of the World, with all the rights and powers of that office, even though I
know it will make many people upset,
Christmas will become an every other year holiday.
* I was going to wait and post this after Thanksgiving (one holiday at a time, and what not...) but my thrift store began putting out Christmas merchandise yesterday. Sigh...
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Biblical Limericks: Stop Fishing for Compliments
“Moses, my patience is about spent,
I am the Lord; I said what I meant,
so when I did aver
that you have found favor,
it’s true! Stop fishing for compliments!”
Exodus 33: 12 - 13
Hard Rain: Turning Apocalyptic Anxiety into a Musical Joke
The title of Bob Dylan’s 1963 album, Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan belies the serious and anxious songs that the album contains. The cover shows a 21 year old Dylan walking down the snowy streets of New York with Suze Rotolo. They are smiling, spontaneous… freewheelin’. But still, the specter of war hangs over the album. The fear of death and nuclear oblivion is heard in the songs “Masters of War,” “A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall” and “Talking World War III Blues.” Other songs on the record are less explicit about it but still deal with this fear of war and oblivion: “Let Me Die in my Footsteps” and, of course, the protest song that came to symbolize the 60s “Blowin’ in the Wind.”
The song “A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall” especially
embodies this fear, expressing it in a gloomy, apocalyptic question and answer
ballad. Dylan wrote the song around the
time of the Cuban Missile Crisis and described it as a “desperate kind of
song.” According to the liner notes, the
lines of the song are the first lines of songs that he feared he never have
time to write, so he collapsed them all into this one.
Dylan, who often reinterpreted himself and his
music through the years – changing styles and altering lyrics, played a lot of
the fan favorites during these shows, but changed them up. He reinterpreted them. But I am less than
impressed by his reinterpretation of “Hard Rain.”
He turned the brooding, anxious apocalypticism of
the original song into an up-tempo, rollicking rock song. Dylan wrote the song
when he was a “freewheelin’” young man without a “blue-eyed” son of his own. I, who have my own darling blue eyed young ones, still fear for them and
what they will see in this world. While
I’m not convinced that a doom-and-gloom attitude is appropriate (not all the
time, anyway), I can’t see turning the song into a flippant, ironic joke as the
way to go. There’s too much at stake.
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a
hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
A Playlist for Today
Here's a playlist for you to enjoy today - roots / folk / blues / hillbilly / bluegrass / whatnot. I'm driving my wife nuts with it. She loves me - but only tolerates my music, sometimes.
(There are not many songs better than Pete Seger's "My Oklahoma Home Blowed Away.")
(There are not many songs better than Pete Seger's "My Oklahoma Home Blowed Away.")
Icon 2
Yesterday I posted a photograph of a woodcut print that I made.
Confession time. I flipped the image. I forgot in my carving to reverse the picture so that it would come out the "right way" in the print. No real worries, though. I like it. I like the idea of a left handed Jesus.
Here I've played around the image a little bit, added some text torn from a couple of old books.
Confession time. I flipped the image. I forgot in my carving to reverse the picture so that it would come out the "right way" in the print. No real worries, though. I like it. I like the idea of a left handed Jesus.
Here I've played around the image a little bit, added some text torn from a couple of old books.
Monday, October 13, 2014
Anomalies A – Z: Nachash
The first serpent, animated sibilant,
subtle seducer with fire and with flame,
lies in the garden and deceives sorcerers.
The Nachash waits in the desert
to bite and to strike
at exposed heels and dirty feet.
subtle seducer with fire and with flame,
lies in the garden and deceives sorcerers.
The Nachash waits in the desert
to bite and to strike
at exposed heels and dirty feet.
This is the serpent
and thus does it shine.
and thus does it shine.
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Biblical Limericks: Another Messiah?
Though I risk being called pariah,
or crank, or heretic, or liar
I would like to point out,
look yourself if you doubt,
Cyrus is another Messiah.
Isaiah 45: 1
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Powerpoint Slides for Everyone - 2014 - Week 43
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Social Science Fiction – Counting the Cost of Unintended Consequences
“It is easy to predict the
automobile in 1880; it is very difficult to predict a traffic problem.” – Isaac Asimov
It’s a
failure of imagination, a sort of tunnel vision. We’re not even aware of the blinders that are
labeled “the law of unintended consequences.” We can see the bright light ahead
of us, but not the train behind it.
Sometimes the unintended consequences are positive. Sinking ships in shallow waters during wartime creates artificial reefs and habitats for marine life. Aspirin was developed as a pain reliever – but is now prescribed to prevent heart attacks. Call it serendipity. Call it good fortune. But we didn’t see it coming.
Sometimes the unintended consequences are problematic. Use of an herbicide to kill weeds in the front lawn kills the evergreens and poisons the topsoil of the entire neighborhood (Djuricic, 28 -29). A bounty paid on cobras - to decrease the cobra population in British Colonial rule in India – leads to entrepreneur types breeding cobras in order to collect more money, and actually increasing the number of cobras. Training and arming the mujahedeen in Afghanistan to fight the Soviets creates the Al Qaeda terrorist organization. We might have, if we would have looked closer, but we didn’t see it coming.
What he is unable to imagine, what he is unable to predict is that the chronoscope can be trained to the very recent past – to see what happened 1/100th of a second ago, resulting in a sort of worldwide voyeurism, the complete elimination of personal privacy.
Science
Fiction author Isaac Asimov’s short story The
Dead Past deals with this inability to foresee the larger consequences of
prediction. In the story a historian,
Arnold Potterley, wishes to use the “chronoscope” (a device that enables one to
view the events of the past anywhere in the world) in order to further his
research into ancient Carthage. But the
device is controlled by the bureaucratic government and its use very
limited. Frustrated by what he perceives
as an unconscionable restriction on his intellectual freedom, Potterley and his
associates clandestinely build their own chronoscope. Potterley believes that the device will
enable him to pursue his research with greater freedom, will be a benefit to
the world. And so he releases his design
to the world, circumventing the bureaucratic restrictions of an authoritarian government.
Science-Fiction
can help us to see the bright lights in our future, the marvels of technology,
the wonders of invention. The best of
science fiction will help us to ask questions about those bright lights. Social science-fiction will help us to
examine the possible dangers, to count the costs before those costs become too
great.
Asimov,
Isaac, “The Dead Past.” Astounding
Science Fiction (April 1956)
Djuricic, Aleisha. "Herbicide Use and Its Unintended Consequences." Countryside & Small Stock Journal 96.2 (2012): 28. MasterFILE Premier. Web. 11 Oct. 2014.
Djuricic, Aleisha. "Herbicide Use and Its Unintended Consequences." Countryside & Small Stock Journal 96.2 (2012): 28. MasterFILE Premier. Web. 11 Oct. 2014.
Biblical Limericks: Because of the Angels
Paul said weird stuff, but strangest of all:
‘Women must always cover their skull,
because of the angels.
Because of the angels?!
What the hell does that even mean, Paul?
1 Corinthians 11: 5 - 10
‘Women must always cover their skull,
because of the angels.
Because of the angels?!
What the hell does that even mean, Paul?
1 Corinthians 11: 5 - 10
With thanks to James McGrath and Fred Clark for the prompt.
Friday, October 10, 2014
Halloween Is Irredeemable - But Christmas Is Okay...
Pat Robertson (and numerous others of his ilk) like to say that Halloween is an evil, demonic holiday to be avoided by Christians. Just look at it's pagan roots, they say. It's irredeemably corrupt because of druid beginnings and etc...
Yet these same folks (most of them) are quite content to blissfully ignore the pagan roots of many of our beloved Christmas traditions.
Yet these same folks (most of them) are quite content to blissfully ignore the pagan roots of many of our beloved Christmas traditions.
Nostalgia (with Saint Jude)
Recently I found a stack of old photos in the pages of a book I bought at a thrift store. I decided that I needed to take photos of old photographs - and so, a series of "Nostalgia" type pictures.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Anomalies A – Z: Mot
You need not worship me; I am not a god.
Not yet.
I am Mot. I am death, King of the Underworld, prince of the nether-lands, lord beneath the mountain, ruler of the wastelands beyond and below. And I am hungry, so very hungry. The bones of ten thousand men are scattered at my door and before the day is out I will have consumed ten thousand more. My mouth is wide, my teeth are strong. A lip to the earth and a lip to the heavens, I tongue the stars and lick the sky.
Ba’al has gone down into my stomach. Asherah too. I have eaten my way through the pantheon of the Canaanites and the mythology of the Greeks. Marduk is in my gullet. Mithras, Isis, Ahura-Mazda… I have eaten them all. I have crushed them between my teeth and swallowed them up.
But I am still hungry.
I will climb in through your window, enter unseen into your palaces. I will devour your children as they play. I will consume your young people in the public square, and the elderly as they sleep in their beds.
I am Mot. I am death, King of the Underworld, prince of the nether-lands, lord beneath the mountain, ruler of the wastelands beyond and below. And I am hungry, so very hungry. The bones of ten thousand men are scattered at my door and before the day is out I will have consumed ten thousand more. My mouth is wide, my teeth are strong. A lip to the earth and a lip to the heavens, I tongue the stars and lick the sky.
Ba’al has gone down into my stomach. Asherah too. I have eaten my way through the pantheon of the Canaanites and the mythology of the Greeks. Marduk is in my gullet. Mithras, Isis, Ahura-Mazda… I have eaten them all. I have crushed them between my teeth and swallowed them up.
But I am still hungry.
I will climb in through your window, enter unseen into your palaces. I will devour your children as they play. I will consume your young people in the public square, and the elderly as they sleep in their beds.
I am Mot and I am hungry. Though you need not worship me, I will accept
your sacrifices. But I will not be
satiated. I will eat and eat, and eat,
until there is no more. Then I will be
god of all.
Nostalgia (Heaven and Home)
Here's another in my series of "Nostalgia" type photos. I found them in between the pages of a book I bought at a thrift store. And it includes a key from my box of a thousand keys.
Is it terrible that I can't tell if these are three... handsome... women or men in drag?
Is it terrible that I can't tell if these are three... handsome... women or men in drag?
The Boogens
It’s October again. Wow how the year disappears. But October means monster / horror movies. Actually, I watch scary movies all throughout the year, but in October I like to try to write a little bit about them. I have in the past tried to watch and then write about one every day of the month, but I don’t think I’ll be able to do that much this year. Still, I’ll get up as many as I can.
Last night I watched the 1981 horror (cough, cough) film The Boogens.
I chose to watch this one for two reasons. 1) One of the gentlemen
who comes to hang out at the Salvation Army during the afternoon to talk with
us recommended it, and 2) Stephen King apparently described it as a “wildly
energetic monster movie” and said, “I recommend The Boogens …cheerfully and heartily.”
I say that he “apparently” described it thus because I can’t track down the source – apparently he said in the now defunct Twilight Zone Magazine. Part of the quotation can be found in the promotional posters for the film – so I think it’s a mostly trustworthy quote.
But, good golly! was he wrong (if he actually said it.)
I say that he “apparently” described it thus because I can’t track down the source – apparently he said in the now defunct Twilight Zone Magazine. Part of the quotation can be found in the promotional posters for the film – so I think it’s a mostly trustworthy quote.
But, good golly! was he wrong (if he actually said it.)
The Boogens, directed
by James L. Conway, tries to meld the tropes of an 80s slasher flick (isolated
location, sex obsessed young adults, POV shots) with the menace of a creature
feature. It’s set in and around an
abandoned silver mine in Colorado and features a subterranean creature with
fierce teeth and claws. It’s as if he
tried to combine My Bloody Valentine (slasher
film set in a mine) with Tremors (subterranean
monsters).
There’s not a lot of story here – an abandoned mine is
re-opened about 100 years after a cave in trapped a number of miners. There’s a creepy old guy sneaking around
warning people about the danger of the mine.
And soon there are creepy crawlies coming up out of the dark to kill
people.
It almost could have
been an episode of Scooby Doo. Except episodes of Scooby Doo are only half an
hour long. The Boogens takes twice that to actually get going. The last 15 minutes almost (almost…) make a
decent movie.
Also.. I can't tell ... the way it's written in the title, it looks as if it should be pronounced B-ooooh-gens, but the ONE TIME that it's said in the movie it's pronounced B-oh-gens.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
We Need To Talk about an Injustice
Recently in my English Composition class we watched the following TED talk by Bryan Stevenson. Afterwards we had 40 minutes to write a response.
It is an injustice that such a disproportionate number of poor, African Americans are incarcerated. The fact that among the countries of the world, the United States of America has the highest percentage of its population incarcerated and that we are the only country to hand down life sentences to convicted offenders as young as thirteen years old is an indication that something is very wrong. When one third of black, American men are or have been in the prison system, we desperately need to have a conversation about an injustice.
Like Stevenson I believe that we will not be judged by our technology, or by our accumulation of wealth and power. I believe that we be judged on the basis of how we treated the poor and disenfranchised among us.
I am led to this conviction by the words of Jesus in the gospel of Matthew chapter 25. He told his followers a story about that final judgment at end of the world when the Son of Man has all peoples of the world gathered before him and he separates them into the “sheep and the goats,” dividing them - the sheep on his right and the goats on his left. The standard for this judgment is not their financial security; it is not their business acumen, or their collective wealth and power. The standard used for this judgment is this: Did you feed me when I was hungry? Did you give me something to drink when I was thirsty? Did you invite me into your home when I was a stranger? Did you clothe me when I was naked? Did you care for me when I was sick? Did you visit me when I was in prison?
It
is an injustice that we are so reluctant to discuss how our undiscussed
attitudes towards race and poverty are allowed to affect our criminal justice
system. And it is upon this issue that we will be judged.
Brian Stevenson says
that we need to talk about an injustice, but we, as a nation, are reluctant to
have this much needed conversation. We
refuse to deal with an injustice that has poisoned our collective spirt. And, he says, we will not be well; we will
not be whole until we commit to truth and reconciliation and speak to each
other about how race and poverty affect our criminal justice system.
It is an injustice that such a disproportionate number of poor, African Americans are incarcerated. The fact that among the countries of the world, the United States of America has the highest percentage of its population incarcerated and that we are the only country to hand down life sentences to convicted offenders as young as thirteen years old is an indication that something is very wrong. When one third of black, American men are or have been in the prison system, we desperately need to have a conversation about an injustice.
Like Stevenson I believe that we will not be judged by our technology, or by our accumulation of wealth and power. I believe that we be judged on the basis of how we treated the poor and disenfranchised among us.
I am led to this conviction by the words of Jesus in the gospel of Matthew chapter 25. He told his followers a story about that final judgment at end of the world when the Son of Man has all peoples of the world gathered before him and he separates them into the “sheep and the goats,” dividing them - the sheep on his right and the goats on his left. The standard for this judgment is not their financial security; it is not their business acumen, or their collective wealth and power. The standard used for this judgment is this: Did you feed me when I was hungry? Did you give me something to drink when I was thirsty? Did you invite me into your home when I was a stranger? Did you clothe me when I was naked? Did you care for me when I was sick? Did you visit me when I was in prison?
Both groups – the sheep and the goats – are surprised
by this standard. When did we see you
hungry, thirsty, a sick, naked, stranger in prison? Jesus replies, ‘Whatever
you did (or did not do) for the very least among you, you did (or did not do)
for me.’
A Non-Responsive Response from the President
Several weeks ago, during the height of the violence in the
most recent outbreak of violence between Israel and Palestine, I wrote to President Barack Obama. I wrote to encourage him to not allow Israel to have
access to the massive stockpile of weapons and armaments that the United States
keeps in Israel.
I received the following response today. It thanks me for writing, without actually addressing the specifics of my letter.
Dear Jeff:
Thank you for writing.
There are no easy solutions to the challenges facing the Israelis and
the
Palestinians, but I want you to know that when you send me an email, I am
listening.
We cannot give up on the search for an end to this
conflict. Too much is at stake, and it
is the right thing to do. Our Nation’s
commitment to a just and sustainable resolution is unwavering, and we will
continue to offer constructive approaches and encourage the Israelis and the
Palestinians to work together to resolve this conflict. To move forward, both parties must face hard
choices and make difficult decisions.
Only they can accomplish the compromises necessary for two independent
states to live side‑by‑side in peace and
security.
Again, I appreciate your thoughts. Please know my Administration will keep
looking for steps both the Israelis and the Palestinians can take to build the
trust and the confidence upon which lasting peace will depend.
Sincerely,
Barack Obama
The World Is Growing Cold
See the wheel is turning,
and now the wind is burning;
there’s fulgurite forming
in the thunder at my door -
the world is growing cold.
and now the wind is burning;
there’s fulgurite forming
in the thunder at my door -
the world is growing cold.
I’m bleeding from my eye,
and I’m tired in my soul;
leaders won’t lead and friends
are declared enemies -
the world is growing cold.
and I’m tired in my soul;
leaders won’t lead and friends
are declared enemies -
the world is growing cold.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Nostalgia
The other day I found an interesting pile of old photographs - they fell out of the pages of a book I bought at a thrift store. I decided that I would take some pictures of them. Photographs of old photographs? Is that a thing? I've done it a couple of times before. The keys came from my box of a thousand keys. The instructions are for my old instamatic.
Two Keys
I have this box full of old keys - hundreds of them, various sizes, styles. They were in the back of the bottom drawer of my desk in one of my appointments. We were there for a year and a half before I found it, and in the three years that we were there I never had occasion to use any of them.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Biblical Limericks: It’s Your Fault
The LORD was angry, just about flipped!
“Moses, why’d you lead them from Egypt?
I’ll kill them before long!”
Moses said, “God, you’re wrong;
it’s you that brought them out of Egypt.”
Exodus 32: 7, 11
Biblical Limericks: It’s not about Satan II
No, no. In this you’re quite mistaken.
Your interpretation I’ll straighten,
so hear what I tell ya’
the book of Isaiah
chapter fourteen’s not about Satan.
Isaiah 14: 4
Sunday, October 5, 2014
The Satanic Rites of Teenage Dracula
A
Single Candle
Hail Satin,
Lord and master of the most occulted realms
high king of the underworld
and priest of death
Appear to us now in shriek and smoke
as I light this black candle.
(It’s dark blue, all I could find…)
Appear to us as a cat, a goat
as stifling air, or in another form as thou wilt choose,
but appear unto to us.
A Circle of Ash
The coven is gathered;
your faithful are all here assembled
(Except Glen - He has chemistry homework.)
within the circle of ashes
of burned bibles.
Hail Satin,
Lord and master of the most occulted realms
high king of the underworld
and priest of death
Appear to us now in shriek and smoke
as I light this black candle.
(It’s dark blue, all I could find…)
Appear to us as a cat, a goat
as stifling air, or in another form as thou wilt choose,
but appear unto to us.
A Circle of Ash
The coven is gathered;
your faithful are all here assembled
(Except Glen - He has chemistry homework.)
within the circle of ashes
of burned bibles.
A Sprinkle of Salt, A Splash of Blood
Many times have we stood within this courtyard and begged
to see our dread Father and thou hast refused
sending us back to wander in darkness.
Tonight we bring an offering of salt and blood.
Many times have we stood within this courtyard and begged
to see our dread Father and thou hast refused
sending us back to wander in darkness.
Tonight we bring an offering of salt and blood.
Salt for purity that we besmirch
and blood for life that we defile.
Now we do conjure and adjure thee
with hand and mouth sacredly
to do as we request:
and blood for life that we defile.
Now we do conjure and adjure thee
with hand and mouth sacredly
to do as we request:
Force my father (my earthly father, that is…)
to get off my case. He does not understand.
And cause Julianne Larson to fall in love with me
and to forget all about Brad from the football team.
If thou wilt do this for me
I will be an obedient son of the night,
drinking blood and …
to get off my case. He does not understand.
And cause Julianne Larson to fall in love with me
and to forget all about Brad from the football team.
If thou wilt do this for me
I will be an obedient son of the night,
drinking blood and …
Just a minute, Mom!
Geez.
Can’t you see we're busy here!
Can’t you see we're busy here!
We Could Do without “God’s Love” - Updating the Salvation Army Song Book
The Salvation Army Song Book – our denominational hymnal –
is due for a revision. We’ve been
hearing rumors that an updated song book is being developed, but it’s been a
long time coming. The latest that I’ve
heard is that it will be released at our big international gathering next
summer. It may be too late for me to
offer my suggestions about which songs merit inclusion in the update, and which
songs could be discarded. But oh
well.
Song #47 “God’s Love” is one which, if it were cut from the new song book, I would not shed a tear. No, not one.
It’s sung to the traditional tune My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean. The Salvation Army has a long history of repurposing music, taking old traditional songs and putting new words to them. Such is the case with this song. I’m not particularly fond of this melody. I could probably accept it, if the words weren’t so trite. I don’t know who wrote it (it’s listed as anonymous) , but he/she used just about every pedestrian cliché she/he’d ever heard.
Song #47 “God’s Love” is one which, if it were cut from the new song book, I would not shed a tear. No, not one.
It’s sung to the traditional tune My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean. The Salvation Army has a long history of repurposing music, taking old traditional songs and putting new words to them. Such is the case with this song. I’m not particularly fond of this melody. I could probably accept it, if the words weren’t so trite. I don’t know who wrote it (it’s listed as anonymous) , but he/she used just about every pedestrian cliché she/he’d ever heard.
It may be true – but I
hate (HATE) singing it.
1) God's love is as high as the heavens,
God's love is as deep as the sea,
God's love is for all kinds of sinners,
God's love is sufficient for me.
1) God's love is as high as the heavens,
God's love is as deep as the sea,
God's love is for all kinds of sinners,
God's love is sufficient for me.
God's love, God's
love,
God's love is sufficient for me, for me;
God's love, God's love,
God's love is sufficient for me.
God's love is sufficient for me, for me;
God's love, God's love,
God's love is sufficient for me.
2) God's love is as wide as creation,
God's love is as boundless and free,
God's love brought his Son down from Heaven,
God's love is sufficient for me.
God's love is as boundless and free,
God's love brought his Son down from Heaven,
God's love is sufficient for me.
3) God's love brought his Son down from Heaven,
God's love let him die on the tree;
God's love, it can never be measured,
God's love is sufficient for me.
God's love let him die on the tree;
God's love, it can never be measured,
God's love is sufficient for me.
Powerpoint Slides for Everyone - 2014 - Week 42
Here it is again, the free weekly image created just for you. Alright. not just for you. I use them too. But I post them here to give them to you. Use them how and where you will. Use them for powerpoint, or don't. What do I care. I only ask that you share them freely and that you tell others that you found them here.
For those who may be curious: the picture is a combination of two that I took yesterday while I was at the grocery store with Garden Jim. It's yogurt covered raisins on the left and little pumpkins on the right.
For those who may be curious: the picture is a combination of two that I took yesterday while I was at the grocery store with Garden Jim. It's yogurt covered raisins on the left and little pumpkins on the right.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
At the Grocery Store with Garden Jim
My friend Garden Jim called me up this afternoon to ask if I
could take him to the grocery store. His
paycheck came a day late (but not, thankfully, a dollar short) and his normal
ride couldn’t take him today. I said
that I could and, because I take it just about everywhere, I grabbed my camera.
We talked as we walked through the aisles of the store – or rather, Jim talked and I nodded along. That’s pretty much how conversations with Jim tend to go. I don’t mind. He’s good guy.
I went to the grocery store and came back with photographs (and a gallon of milk.)
We talked as we walked through the aisles of the store – or rather, Jim talked and I nodded along. That’s pretty much how conversations with Jim tend to go. I don’t mind. He’s good guy.
I went to the grocery store and came back with photographs (and a gallon of milk.)
I Believe in You - A Song to Confirm Myself
I know that Bob Dylan’s “Christian” albums from the late 70s
and early 80s are not usually regarded as his best work. There are some good songs scattered in there but,
it’s hit or miss. His songwriting seemed
to falter somewhat in his religious fervor. In trying to be as forthright as he could
about his conversion he lost some of the poetic sensitivity he’d displayed in
earlier albums. Further, the songs tended
to be rather confrontational about his faith, almost as he was purposefully trying
to offend and to drive away his those of his fans who couldn’t wrap their minds
around his new faith.
But even so, I have a fondness for the song “I Believe in You.” It’s a modern day sort of Psalm, a prayer in song. He’s not sneering at his detractors, but singing to God “I believe in you.” In spite of difficulties, in spite of insults, in spite of my enemies, I believe in you.
But the more I listen to it – and the more I sing it as my own song – I find that I am not singing this song so much to affirm my faith to God (who already knows) but rather to confirm my faith to myself. I do believe and I will go on.
They ask me how I feel
and if my love is real
and how I know I’ll make it through.
And they, they look at me and frown,
they’d like to drive me from this town,
they don’t want me around
‘cause I believe in you.
But even so, I have a fondness for the song “I Believe in You.” It’s a modern day sort of Psalm, a prayer in song. He’s not sneering at his detractors, but singing to God “I believe in you.” In spite of difficulties, in spite of insults, in spite of my enemies, I believe in you.
But the more I listen to it – and the more I sing it as my own song – I find that I am not singing this song so much to affirm my faith to God (who already knows) but rather to confirm my faith to myself. I do believe and I will go on.
They ask me how I feel
and if my love is real
and how I know I’ll make it through.
And they, they look at me and frown,
they’d like to drive me from this town,
they don’t want me around
‘cause I believe in you.
They show me to the door,
they say don’t come back no more
‘cause I don’t be like they’d like me to,
and I walk out on my own
a thousand miles from home
but I don’t feel alone
‘cause I believe in you.
they say don’t come back no more
‘cause I don’t be like they’d like me to,
and I walk out on my own
a thousand miles from home
but I don’t feel alone
‘cause I believe in you.
Friday, October 3, 2014
The Creature Speaks
From a heaved earth cemetery
comes my form and frame,
fearful, yes, but no symmetry
only mismatched parts
gathered here and pilfered there.
comes my form and frame,
fearful, yes, but no symmetry
only mismatched parts
gathered here and pilfered there.
My mind is degenerate and unwanted
except as spectacle and display
my brain in a jar held up
for decent folks and their rich sons
to view with revulsion and disgust.
except as spectacle and display
my brain in a jar held up
for decent folks and their rich sons
to view with revulsion and disgust.
But when those invisible rays
which are light and life
are Tesla-coiled into me
I am alive!
With thunder and lightning
I am alive!
which are light and life
are Tesla-coiled into me
I am alive!
With thunder and lightning
I am alive!
Biblical Limericks: The First Command with a Threat
Honor father and mother to get
a blessing – it’s the first in the set
to offer this to you -
but worship no statue
is the first commandment with a threat.
Exodus 20: 4, 12, Ephesians 6: 2 - 3
a blessing – it’s the first in the set
to offer this to you -
but worship no statue
is the first commandment with a threat.
Exodus 20: 4, 12, Ephesians 6: 2 - 3
Is It Science Fiction? Harry Turtledove and the Ways that the South Won the Civil War
Among
his many and varied works, American author, Harry Turtledove has written two
very different novels wherein the Confederate States won the American Civil
war: The
Guns of the South and How Few Remain. One of these novels is very clearly a work of
science fiction; it has the obvious science fiction trope – the time travel
device sending people back in time to change the course of the war by bringing
modern weapons to General Robert E. Lee.
The other novel posits the Confederate victory by more natural means –
the confederate discovery of union battle plans allows General Lee to
decisively defeat the northern army. This
causes a divergence in the time line away from history as we know it, even
without a time machine. They take very different and dissimilar approaches to
changing the events of the past, yet both are works of science fiction (or
speculative fiction, if you prefer.)
The Guns of the South is the obvious work of science fiction. In this novel a group of militants from South Africa travel back to 1864 to deliver AK-47s and other assorted scientific items to Robert E. Lee. Science fiction author often use time travel as a way to alter the world, to explore the world of “what if.” A small change in the past can lead to a radically different today. In this novel a group attempts to create a new world by altering the past. By changing the outcome of the American Civil War they intend to create a world where white men can rule and govern and blacks are still held as slaves.
Introducing this extraordinary change into events of history allows Turtledove to explore the changing ideas and values of the Confederacy. Would a victorious Confederate States of American have continued to keep Africans in slavery?
The
defeated northern states of How Few
Remain harbor resentment and anger toward the Confederate States and not
many years after the Civil War, launch a second war (of Northern Aggression)
desperately trying to reform the union of states – and to exact a measure of
revenge upon the southern rebels. How Few
Remain launched an entire series of novels following this alternate
timeline through what would be contemporaneous with World War I and World War
II in the history that we know and inhabit.
How Few Remain (and the
following books of the series) is less clearly a work of science fiction. It has no time travel and no technology not
existent in the world as we know it. Yet
it also explores the world of “what if” by creating an alternate world, or an
alternate history. What if Abraham
Lincoln had not been shot in Ford’s theater but had gone down in ignominy as
the president who lost the war with the Confederates. What if he had gone on to espouse a decidedly
Marxist sounding idea of labor / capital relations? What would race relations look like in the
Northern states of such an alternate history?
How would international relations have changed?
Orson Scott Card, another popular science fiction author, has written what may be the most expansive and fluid definition of science (or speculative) fiction. “Speculative fiction includes all stories that take place in a setting contrary to known reality.” This definition is broad enough to include Turtledoves, How Few Remain even with its complete lack of all the standard sci-fi tropes. This definition of the genre includes all “stories set in the historical past that contradict know facts of history (Card, 17).
It may not seem very much like science fiction – no rocket-ships, no aliens, gadgets, no time travel. But it very much is a work of science (or speculative) fiction. The story is set in a world that does not. Even so, it is a wonderful “what if” story, and that “what if” is what lies behind great science fiction.
Orson Scott Card, another popular science fiction author, has written what may be the most expansive and fluid definition of science (or speculative) fiction. “Speculative fiction includes all stories that take place in a setting contrary to known reality.” This definition is broad enough to include Turtledoves, How Few Remain even with its complete lack of all the standard sci-fi tropes. This definition of the genre includes all “stories set in the historical past that contradict know facts of history (Card, 17).
It may not seem very much like science fiction – no rocket-ships, no aliens, gadgets, no time travel. But it very much is a work of science (or speculative) fiction. The story is set in a world that does not. Even so, it is a wonderful “what if” story, and that “what if” is what lies behind great science fiction.
The
event that makes the change in the history is somewhat less important than the
consequences. What makes these stories
interesting is the way that new histories and new worlds are formed by the
choices made by the characters within them.
“What Alternative World stories tend to claim, therefore, is that
individual human actions couth; that it is not the vast momentum of world
history that shapes our very lives, but some individual action (Clute, 63).”
We make choices, and those choices have consequences, which lead to more choices and the world changes with everyone.
We make choices, and those choices have consequences, which lead to more choices and the world changes with everyone.
The
alternate world / alternate history branch of the science fiction can use the
standard stereotypical science fiction approaches to creating a new world with
a new history, or it can transform the events of the past without recourse to
science and technology. Both approaches
– as radically different as they are, are both well within the large and
expansive (and fluid, even) boundaries of science (speculative) fiction.
Card,
Orson Scott, How to Write Science Fiction and Fantasy, Writer’s Digest
Books, Cincinnati OH, 1990.
Clute, John, Science Fiction: The Illustrated Encyclopedia, Dorling Kindersly Publishing, Inc., New York, NY, 1995.
Turtledove, Harry, The Guns of the South, Ballentine Books, New York, NY, 1992.
Turtledove, Harry, How Few Remain Ballentine Books, New York NY, 1997.
Clute, John, Science Fiction: The Illustrated Encyclopedia, Dorling Kindersly Publishing, Inc., New York, NY, 1995.
Turtledove, Harry, The Guns of the South, Ballentine Books, New York, NY, 1992.
Turtledove, Harry, How Few Remain Ballentine Books, New York NY, 1997.
The Town that Dreaded Sundown – The Horror Film that Wasn’t
The 1976 horror film The
Town that Dreaded Sundown is an interesting film but never quite becomes
what it intends to be – scary. It spends
too much time doing other things. It’s
distracted and rambling, loses the point at several places. That’s what happens in real life, yes, but in
storytelling it’s unforgivable.
The movie is based (loosely) on a series of brutal attacks
in and around Texarkana in the months just
after the end of World War II. Over the course of several months eight people
were assaulted – five of the victims died, but three managed to survive the
attacks – by a masked individual. And
though the police and sheriff departments, along with the Texas Rangers,
scoured the county, interviewed hundreds of people, tracked down clues and
leads, the “phantom,” as he was dubbed in the papers, was never apprehended,
never even identified.
The attacks just stopped.
Perhaps the “phantom” moved on to another city, perhaps he died, perhaps
he was arrested and incarcerated for different crime. No one knows why he
stopped. No one knows why he started,
either. There are a lot of unknowns. And
if the movie had dealt with the horror of the unknown, it could have been a
decent little film.
Indeed, there are portions of the movie that do this and
almost succeed. Director Charles B.
Pierce used a no-frills, no flashy special effects style of filmmaking -forced
upon him by a small budget- to craft a film that’s almost documentary in form,
complete with Dragnet style voice
over narration. He also hired several people
from Texarkana to fill out the cast and the extras. Pierce captured something
of a neo-realism that could have been effective in creating a fearful, anxious
small town.
But the film continually veers off course into dull police procedural work, or into bumbling Barney Fife routines, destroying the rhythm and flow of what was intended to be a horror film. It never comes together. It does not frighten.
But the film continually veers off course into dull police procedural work, or into bumbling Barney Fife routines, destroying the rhythm and flow of what was intended to be a horror film. It never comes together. It does not frighten.
I did not immediately recognize her, Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island (Dawn Wells) was in this
film.
Later this month (October 16) a “meta-remake” is set to be
released.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
A Response to Lt. Kean's Accusations
Lt. Matt Kean, moved by the conviction that if he
did not speak out to condemn what he sees as a “blight” on The Salvation Army
then the stones might be compelled to
cry out, has published in the Journal of Aggressive Christianity, a rather
scathing attack on so-called liberals.
While the stones might be called upon to give
voice to praise if we are silent (Luke 19:40), I’m not sure that they are at
all concerned about our rebuking each other for theological differences. In fact, it is the Pharisees in that
particular story who called upon Jesus to rebuke his followers for a
theological disagreement. But, be that
as it may, I thought I might offer a response to Lt. Kean’s aggressive missive
concerning the “blight of liberal theology.”
The subject that Lt. Kean intends to address is “a
theological one” i.e. “the very liberal theology which has been permitted to
slither into the ranks of the army.” And
yet, in his lengthy document Kean never addresses exactly what it is he means
by this. After having read the article
several times, I’m still not exactly sure what this “liberal theology” is that
he thinks is the blight affecting the Salvation Army. He’s flailing away at a straw man that he’s not
even taken the time to properly construct.
And as one who self identifies as a liberal (or progressive,
if you prefer that term) I am still trying to figure out if he’s upset with me,
and if so, why he thinks that I and other liberal / progressive soldiers and
officers are bringing about the ruination of The Salvation Army. He wants us condemned as heretical and
corrupt, calls us treasonous. These are
strong accusations. These are heavy
words – too heavy to be throwing around so casually.
What I understand from this writing is that Lt.
Kean believes liberals 1) are not concerned with the Salvation of souls, 2) are
opposed to dealing with sin and its consequences and 3) are not militant
enough. But these allegations are not supported by any sort of evidence. He simply assumes them to be true and
attacks.
If this were a court of law, the defendant (liberal
Salvationists) would be assumed innocent until proven guilty. The onus would be upon the prosecutor (Lt.
Kean) to prove the offense. He’s called
us lots of names and said horrible things about liberals, but he’s not
demonstrated that we are unconcerned with the salvation of sinners or averse to
calling sin sin.
If Lt. Kean is concerned that The Salvation Army
has lost its fervor for salvation, let him address that issue, without besmirching
so many of his faithful comrades.