Sunday, March 30, 2014

Travel snapshots.


Photocomp by Jason Major
I love that we're now able to get regular photos from Mars. This particular shot is from the Curiousity rover, who took a break en route to Mount Sharp to bang the dust off some sampling tools and take a few pictures.  As with the Opportunity rover, it's difficult to avoid imagining something like Wall-E, repeatedly thwacking its sieve against a rock, scrutinizing it briefly but intensely, then rapidly banging it again before rolling off with a general air of satisfaction at a job well done.

On the other hand, I'm a little surprised that NASA doesn't have a more sophisticated solution to dust buildup on geological sampling devices than "thwacking".
 - Sid

Saturday, March 29, 2014

And it's not just because Todd let me keep the quantum sphere.



In the wake of the whole Continuum-time-machine thing, I have to admit that I'm probably going to re-visit the show.  I saw part of a Season Three episode today in which an 18-year-old character comes to the realization that the forty-ish man he's talking to is actually his son, while a future version of the same 18-year-old sneaks out the door behind his own back in order to save the girl he loves from dying in a couple of days.  And as far as I can tell, these are just the subplots - obviously there are some interesting things going on.
 - Sid

Time After Time.

 

After finding the quantum sphere from Continuum at lunch a couple of weeks ago, I dutifully sent the requested location selfie with time machine off to Todd Ireland, the show's Social Media Coordinator, with the following comment:
Obviously the coolest thing I’ve ever found at lunch. 
A long echoing silence followed. Which, to be honest, didn't bother me too much, since I was a little concerned that Mr. Ireland would either ask for his sphere back, or request that I find a new spot for it someplace else in the Greater Vancouver Region.

To my mild surprise, the following e-mail appeared in my In box on Friday:
From: Todd Ireland
Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 10:58:14
To:  The Infinite Revolution
Subject: Re: Quantum sphere, as requested.

Wow! I have no idea how I missed this email in my inbox!!!!
I just happened to be going through my emails to see if I missed anything in the last few weeks and found this.
So happy that you found it!
Can you tell us a little bit about how you found it...
Do you watch the show?
May I use your name and photo in our Twitter feed and Facebook page?
Awesome and congrats!
Hold on to that sucker cause it's rare!
Todd Ireland
Script coordinator
Social Media Coordinator
Continuum Season 3
The good news is that Todd doesn't need me to put the quantum sphere back into circulation, which is a huge bonus - it's obviously an incredibly cool thing for a science fiction fan to have.  Thanks very much, Todd!
 - Sid

P.S. The photocomp image at the start just isn't quite making it for me, so, in violation of ongoing policy, there's a good chance I'll change that in the near future - time machine pun not intended.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

"Congratulations, it's all yours!"


 Hi sid_plested,
We hope you enjoy your BUCK ROGERS XZ-38 DAISY DISINTEGRATOR RAY GUN 1935 COPPER ORIGINAL. Pay now to get your item as quickly as possible.
eBay.ca
Welp...I just bought a used ray gun on eBay.

(Come to think of it, last week I found a time machine, this week I bought a ray gun:  is ANYONE ELSE'S March going a bit oddly?  Or is it just me?) 

I can't really say I did it by accident.  As per my previous post on Buck Rogers weaponry, the idea of spending over $150 on an antique Buck Rogers disintegrator pistol activates some kind of mental governor that just stops the whole process.  Unfortunately, the eBay seller in question must have read that posting, since the opening bid that they requested on their item was, you guessed it, $149.99.

In my defense, I honestly didn't think that I would be the only bidder.*  In fact, the lack of other interested geeks makes me wonder if I've paid more than I should have (with no offense to the buyer, I refer solely to lack of discriminating knowledge on my part that, based on the photos or description, should have stopped me from placing my bid).

The pictures on the listing look about the same as all the other pictures of 80-year-old Daisy pistols that I've seen on eBay - you can see that the finish is a bit worn, there's some rust on the emitter bell, and a bit of verdigris on the barrel, but again, they all look like this to a greater or lesser extent.  I've actually seen XZ-38s for sale at about the same price that looked like they'd been literally buried in someone's basement since 1935, so this one is not too bad.

However, it's a bit late for second thoughts - I bid on it, I won the auction, it's mine, and, honestly, I will not miss any meals because of the $150 that I spent on an antique toy.  The XZ-38 will be here in about nine days, at which point I'll be able to inspect it to my heart's content.  And then - release Wilma Deering or beware my wrath, evil hordes of Han! 
 - Sid

* I know, this sounds a lot like my defense for purchasing a Major Matt Mason figure.  Obviously I'm a little self-conscious about this sort of thing.

Monday, March 24, 2014

Things To Do With A Time Machine (Other Than Kill Hitler).



"Oh, about sixty C's up the Road I'm an archaeologist.  Every now and then I come back to bury a few things. Then I go forward and dig them up again. I've already written the paper on this batch. Actually, it's a pretty interesting piece on cultural diffusion. I've got some really nice artifacts from Mohenjo-Daro this time around."
Roger Zelazny, Roadmarks

"If I miss a program I just pop back in time and watch it.  I'm hopeless fiddling with all those buttons."
"You have a time machine and you use it for watching television?"
"Well, I wouldn't use it at all if I could get the hang of the video recorder."
Douglas Adams, Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

"Ten minutes to you, L.M.," Barney said, "but it's been hours for us. The machine is okay, so we're over the first and biggest hurdle. We know now that Professor Hewett's vremeatron works even better than we had hoped.  The way is open to take a company back in time and film an accurate, full-length, wide-screen, realistic, low-budget, high-quality historical."
Harry Harrison, The Technicolor Time Machine

"But you must understand, it's mostly criminals who seek their refuge in time machines."
"I can't blame them...  What's the price of such a thing?"
"How far do you want to go?"
"Well...uh...my intention is to write the history of the Jewish people."
Paul van Herck, Where Were You Last Pluterday?

 - Sid

Sunday, March 23, 2014

The Coming of the Martians.



 It is the year 1895.

There is no television, and Auguste and Louis Lumière have only just shown their first moving picture in Paris.   Science fiction does not exist - it does not even have a name. Jules Verne has published his Voyages Extraordinaires, but ultimately they are just that, extraordinary travels, and he bristles at the suggestion that his tales are based on anything but the facts of science.

And yet, a young English writer named Herbert George Wells was able to sit in his study in the town of Woking and create the following astonishing passage about an alien war machine, part of an invasion from Mars:
And this Thing I saw! How can I describe it?  A monstrous tripod, higher than many houses, striding over the young pine trees, and smashing them aside in its career; a walking engine of glittering metal, striding now across the heather; articulated ropes of steel dangling from it, and the clattering tumult of its passage mingling with the riot of the thunder. A flash, and it came out vividly, heeling over one way with two feet in the air, to vanish and reappear almost instantly as it seemed, with the next flash, a hundred yards nearer. Can you imagine a milking stool tilted and bowled violently along the ground? That was the impression those instant flashes gave. But instead of a milking stool imagine it a great body of machinery on a tripod stand.

Seen nearer, the Thing was incredibly strange, for it was no mere insensate machine driving on its way. Machine it was, with a ringing metallic pace, and long, flexible, glittering tentacles (one of which gripped a young pine tree) swinging and rattling about its strange body. It picked its road as it went striding along, and the brazen hood that surmounted it moved to and fro with the inevitable suggestion of a head looking about. Behind the main body was a huge mass of white metal like a gigantic fisherman’s basket, and puffs of green smoke squirted out from the joints of the limbs as the monster swept by me. And in an instant it was gone.
The modern reader has a wide range of sources to draw upon in their interpretation of the Martian tripods:  Transformers movies and cartoons, Japanese animation, the various Imperial Walkers from Star Wars, and so on - a plethora of giant machines, metallically marching to battle. The creative leap performed by H.G. Wells in The War of the Worlds is unaided by any of those influences, and is all the more amazing because of that, especially when you consider that his audience could only be reached by comparing the Martian tripod to a milking stool.
 - Sid

A Practical Guide to Changing History With A Time Machine - Or Not.


 Amy: In a world where rhinoceroses are domesticated pets, who win the Second World War?
Sheldon: Uganda.
Amy: Defend.
Sheldon:  Kenya rises to power on the export of rhinoceroses.  A Central African power block is formed, colonizing North Africa and Europe. When war breaks out, no one can afford the luxury of a rhino. Kenya withers, Uganda triumphs.
Amy:  Correct. My turn.
The Zazzy Substitution, The Big Bang Theory.
Yesterday I received an e-mail from my friend Donovan, who is also The Infinite Revolution's Science Correspondent*, congratulating me on my discovery of a time machine and asking the following question:

"What are you going to change first?"

This is a very serious question, and one which requires a lot of forethought before rushing into anything.

I think that you would want to be cautious making big changes to history.  It's all very well and good to decide to go back in time and kill Hitler, but what are the practical aspects of attempting to alter the course of events in such a fashion?

First, what I have here is a time machine, not a space machine**. Whereas Vancouver is a great place to live, not a lot of the pivotal events that have defined our world have taken place here.  So, step one, relocate to central Berlin. Obviously a little research is required here in order to determine the exact location.

Actually, a lot of research is required here. I probably want to kill Hitler before his rise to power - killing Hitler after, say, the Battle of Dunkirk in 1940 might well be too late in the historical process to achieve sufficient change.  In fact, that might be a horrible mistake. For all I know, killing Hitler in 1940 would lead to Germany winning the war in Europe, as Goering or Himmler took the reins of power and decided not to invade Russia. 

So, we'll be going to Germany to kill Hitler when he's...20?  At that point in time, the young Adolf was an unemployed painter living in a homeless shelter in Vienna. No guards, no soldiers, no security, perfect, done.  All I have to do is sneak a functioning time machine through the various airport security and customs inspections, fly to Vienna, find the correct address, and hit the button.

Then, with no grasp of the German language outside of "yes", "no", "hello", and "one big beer, please" ***, I locate Hitler, find a weapon of some sort, and kill him.  And then I press the RETURN button pretty damn fast, because there's a very good chance that any witnesses to my crime will attempt to detain me for the authorities - after all, I've just killed a homeless young artist for no apparent reason. If I don't get away, well, it may be worth the sacrifice of my life in order to end Hitler's, thereby preventing World War II and the Holocaust, and saving millions and millions of lives.

Or at least that's what I hope is going to happen. Science fiction is full of examples of people trying to change one part of history in order to achieve a specific goal and not succeeding:  killing Hitler, giving the Spartans M-16s at the battle of Thermopylae, sinking Christopher Columbus' ships before they return to Europe, and so on. The joke in the opening quotation from The Big Bang Theory is that it would be impossible to predict the effects of such a massive change.

And that's really why I want to get away and return to the present:  to confirm that I've created a better world by my actions. There's a sobering moment in the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Episode where the War Doctor speculates that the complete destruction of his home world and its people may be necessary in order to produce the Doctor that he sees before him, the Doctor who has saved countless other worlds to atone for his actions.  Perhaps our world needed to experience the horrors of World War II to produce a more compassionate and concerned society - but how terrible to think that all of those deaths were somehow a requirement in order to be where we are today! 

Ultimately, this seems far too great a responsibility for a bald 52 year old Canadian science fiction fan.  So, I'm very sorry, Donovan, but I'm going to to stick with the original plan for just jumping back two weeks with the winning Lotto 649 numbers - that, and maybe seeing the Beatles' live performance in Vancouver in 1964.
 - Sid

* By the way, Donovan, it's been a while since we've gotten a science update.  Don't worry about it, I know it's a busy time for you right now.

** Please note that the Doctor's time travel device, the TARDIS, travels through Time And Relative Dimension In Space.  Obviously the BBC put some thought into this fifty years ago.

*** Jawohl, nein, guten tag, and ein gross Bier, bitte.  I have other bits and pieces, but that's the bulk of it. I know that danke is thank you, now that I think about it.



Friday, March 21, 2014

Well, that was a little naïve of me.



No, seriously, when I clicked on the link that said "Anne Hathaway Flash" I honestly thought that Catwoman was going to make a cameo appearance in the new CW series starring DC Comics' scarlet speedster.
 - Sid

P.S.  Or perhaps a ca-meow appearance....okay, I'm sorry, it's been a long week...

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Cities of the Dead.


How sad that we have chosen such a fragile thing as stone for our memorials.
And now, a bit of shameless cross-promotion.

My friend Colin (AKA Cloin, the Campbell Brother) and I have started a shared blog called The Cities of the Dead, where we're posting our pictures of cemeteries and tombstones.  It's very much a collection of art photography, not intended to be morbid or gruesome.  If you're interested, you can pay the site a visit at http://cities-of-the-dead.blogspot.ca/
 - Sid

Monday, March 17, 2014

The Time Machine.


Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.
Douglas Adams, The Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy
So - I found a time machine at lunch today.

And the great thing is that everyone at work agreed that if someone was going to find a time machine at lunch, it really should be me, which was certainly one of the more pleasantly empowering moments in my career as a science fiction geek.

To explain...

When weather and schedule permit, I go for walks at lunch with my colleague Bill, who I've mentioned here previously.  Today it looked a bit cloudy, but with blue skies to the west, so we decided that it would probably be fine by the time we finished our loop from the office up through Gastown to Canada Place and back along the waterfront.

As we entered Portside Park on our way back, I saw a Ziploc™ bag on the ground beside the path, with an unusual round object in it, about the size of a baseball.  I glanced down and said to Bill, "Ha - that looked like the time machine from Continuum."

Bill, who I am sure found this to be a somewhat odd (and not necessarily comprehensible) statement, made a sort of polite noncommittal sound of acknowledgement.  We walked on a bit further, and I said, "You know, that looked a LOT like the time machine from Continuum.  Hang on, I'm just going to trot back and grab that bag."

Bill, patient man that he is, waited for me to run back to the park entrance and grab the bag and its enigmatic contents.  We completed our walk, me with my prize held gingerly between finger and thumb* and returned to our office, at which point I opened the bag to find one (1) Continuum time machine - or, to be accurate, one quantum sphere from the year 2077 - and the following somewhat crumpled note:


For those of you who, like poor Bill, have been reading this with a moderate lack of comprehension, Continuum is a time-travel science fiction series that's just started its third season on Showcase.  I've mentioned it here a couple of times in the past - first for its innovative use of Vancouver to represent the city of Vancouver, and second for its less innovative use of Herbert George as a pseudonym in a time travel series.  To be honest, I didn't watch the second season at all, although I did quite by accident end up watching the premiere of the third season on Sunday afternoon, just in time to prime my peripheral vision for time machine recognition.


It appears to be legitimate.  I did a search for the Todd Ireland whose e-mail appears on the note, and it shows him as the Social Media Content Creator and Script Coordinator for Continuum Season 3, and the sphere itself really couldn't be anything else.


So, as instructed, I returned to the park for a selfie which I will shortly be e-mailing to Mr. Ireland.  Sadly, I also have to ask if Mr. Ireland is going to break my heart by requesting that I return the sphere to the park, so that other people can experience the unique thrill of finding a time machine at lunch.
 - Sid

* Just for the record, my workplace is close enough to the Downtown East Side that picking up mysterious plastic bags is at best ill-advised and at worst downright foolish.

Monday, March 10, 2014

Beautiful lies.


Jason Nesmith: Mathesar, there's no such person as Captain Taggart. My name is Jason Nesmith. I'm an actor. We're all actors.
Sarris: He doesn't understand. Explain as you would a child.
Jason Nesmith: We, uh, we pretended.
[On Mathesar's blank look]
Jason Nesmith:  We lied.
GalaxyQuest
I was watching a couple of episodes of Doctor Who with my friend Annie the fantasy author after dinner on Saturday night* - Annie has just discovered the Doctor, but so far has only watched the episodes from the first season of the 2005 reboot.

To my mild surprise, I found myself constantly being requested to pause the playback in order to deal with questions about what was going on. In some questions, the plot point in question was about to be dealt with anyway, and in others, the issue was more one of terminology - does it matter what artron energy really is?

In the first case, it was interesting to have someone verbalize the process that we all go through during any sort of narrative more complex than the story of Jack and Jill, although I was surprised that Annie was so unwilling to give the writers a little more slack in terms of providing an immediate explanation of things like why someone's mind and soul were being expelled from their body.

The second part is related to something that I dealt with in one of my very first postings:  the process of world creation in science fiction and fantasy, the range of great and small details that illuminate an author's vision of "the fields beyond our own", as early 20th century fantasy writer Lord Dunsany put it.

It may be because I started reading science fiction and fantasy when I was so young, but I have never suffered from the same issues that seemed to be bothering Annie during our  Doctor Who mini-fest. Suspension of disbelief is the standard cliché when it comes to this sort of discussion, but I actually think that it's an inappropriate term. There should be a term which is more positive - acceptance of belief, perhaps, although that's a clumsy antonym.

And ultimately, it's not really a question of belief. I don't think that I believe or disbelieve that it's possible to walk into a wardrobe and come out in Narnia, or to ask Scotty to beam up the landing party - the process involved is more subtle than belief, and after all, it's not like you're being lied to.

Or are you?

What is the storytelling process, really?

At some point in our cultural development, we invented the idea of storytelling - of lying with style, to misquote Woody from Toy Story.  It's fascinating to think back to that first primitive storyteller in our past, the person who somehow made the mental leap to say, "Listen, everyone - I will tell you a thing which is not true, a thing which I have invented, a thing which did not happen, a thing which is better than the truth."

Whatever the reason for their odd decision, it has proven popular over time - that original audience must have listened in awe and astonishment, and then demanded more.  Has there ever been a society on Earth which lacked a tradition of storytelling?  Look at how much of our cultural identity as a species has been dedicated to fiction in some form or another  - plays, novels, comic books, movies, television programs - and we still tell stories from hundreds and thousands of years in our past:  the Sumerian battles of Gilgamesh; the Odyssey and the Iliad; the bravery of Beowulf, and the tragedy of King Arthur.

For an outside look at how closely storytelling is connected to our identity as a species, I recommend China Miéville's 2011 novel Embassytown.  Human colonists maintain an outpost on the homeworld of the alien Ariekei, who cannot speak anything but facts, and as such grapple unsuccessfully with the idea of metaphor and simile in their dialogue with humanity.   Metaphor is a lie, after all - when a science fiction author says that a spaceship ascended on a pillar of flame, they're lying, obviously you can't build a column out of fire.  How can a rational species say things that are not true?

Ironically, I found Embassytown difficult to read - it took me three tries before I was able to sufficiently engage myself in the story and continue to the end.  Embassytown is almost two stories, initially a somewhat dull tale of the narrator's early life, followed by the real story, the story of communication, of sentience, of language, of thought. The process by which the Ariekei make the leap to the world of lies is a fascinating one, but neither easy nor pleasant for the aliens.  However, it seems to be worth it to them, it seems to expand their view of the world.

And the funny thing?  When I take a step back, I wonder why it matters to me at all:  a story told by an imaginary woman about aliens that don't exist on a planet that isn't real?  After all, it's just a lie - although, at least it is a beautiful one.
 - Sid

* Sigh...I had a dinner date with woman who is writing a fantasy series, who constantly thanks me for introducing her to so many fantastic science fiction and fantasy books, who respects, envies and appreciates my knowledge of the genre, and who has just discovered (and loves) Doctor Who. How sad that she's also a woman who just moved in with her boyfriend...

** Come to think of it, when I read the first draft of Annie's fantasy novel, we had a discussion about foreshadowing and things like Chekov's Gun, which refers to Russian playwright Anton Chekov's comment that "If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired. Otherwise don't put it there." I'll have to re-read the manuscript to see if Annie experiences overt fail in the area of foreshadowing.

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 - Sid

P.S.  Normally I like to use a suitable image to add visual interest to a posting - this time, not so much.  You do NOT want to do a Google Image search for thrombosed hemorrhoids, trust me on this.