March 31, 2004
On a related note, Belle Waring at Crooked Timber links to a wicked riff by Michael Berube on the Left Behind series.
(I have to be careful not to be too scathing as I know several otherwise smart and educated friends and colleagues who have read those stories and not only liked them, but found them to be spiritually meaningful. For a more fun story about the end times, I instead would recommend this latter-day Heinlein).
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(Hat tip: Jerry Pournelle)
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March 30, 2004
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March 29, 2004
His grandfather survived four years of active duty as a sniper on the front lines in World War I and lived to tell the tale to a young Mr. Brain.
I don't have a similar tale of wartime courage about either of my grandfathers, but my maternal grandfather, Joseph M. Hill, MD, did manage to save the lives of thousands in World War II thanks to a method he developed of freeze-drying blood plasma. (See pp. 44-45 of this file, and the second paragraph of this one).
I wonder what stories my hypothetical grandchildren will remember about me?
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New Troy has a review by Robert Wilfred Franson of The Man Who Traveled in Elephants, one of Heinlein's fantasies (collected here and here).
Franson points to this vignette shared by Spider Robinson about the story in Requiem: and Tributes to the Grand Master:
[Says Robinson, presenting a battered old paperback for Heinlein to autograph]: "Mr. Heinlein, sir, I fetched this particular book because it contains my single personal all-time favorite story of yours of all time, sir."
He is used to people gibbering at him; he nods and waits politely. "It's called 'The Man Who Traveled in Elephants' --" and his face sags slightly and I panic oh hell what did I say wrong fix it fix it "-- I mean, hell, that's just my opinion, who am I --" and then I break off, because whatever he is doing with his face is the opposite of frowning.
"That," he says slowly, "is my personal favorite--and no one's ever had a nice word to say for it until now."
As they say, read the whole thing.
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I didn't even know that there was a color-photography process as early as the 1900's and 1910's. But there was, and TangoMan links to the page explaining how three different grayscale images were taken with blue, green, and red filters and then projected onto a screen using the same three filters. (Commenter Jesse also points to these links on "autochrome" technology).
Laws of physics being what they are, it shouldn't be surprising that similar filtering and combining techniques are being used to beam us color pictures from the surface of Mars one century later.
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This year, Juan Non-Volokh has been posting a different song's lyrics each Sunday. His musical tastes seem to be as eclectic as mine. This week's selection is Prelude to a Kiss, by Duke Ellington. Go read the lyrics. If you can avoid having any sappy thoughts about someone you love or have loved as you read them, then you are hopeless.
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March 25, 2004
(Hat tip to Fred Kiesche at Martian Soil who turned me on to new blogroll member MainlyMartian).
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Money quote: "Big fun. Really. Like playing as kids, except we had real M16's full of blanks."
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Now Paul Reubens (a/k/a Pee Wee) is back in the news, pleading guilty to a misdemeanor obscenity charge in exchange for dismissal of the more serious child pornography charge leveled against him because of some questionable photographs seized from his home three years ago. Under the terms of the deal, Pee Wee cannot have unsupervised contact with minors, must register as a sex offender, pay a $100 fine, and enter counseling.
That's all just background for you to watch this neat little gem of children's programming.
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March 24, 2004
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March 22, 2004
Here's my entry (logging in at 49 words, including the title):
The Sixth Republic
Beautiful bodies on the beach -- the Riviera.
Then, the bomb.
Like Byzantium's Hagia Sophia, Notre Dame is now a mosque.
As with Spain (now Andalusia), we could have fought.
We didn't.
France has its sixth republic: La Republique Islamique.
Baggy burkhas on the beach -- the Riviera.
I've been trying to expand this to a novella or novel length, but to little success so far. The bracketing lines of this story come from this image contrasted with this one.
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Ima muthaf***in G straight out the west,
you be throwin up signs, I be throwin up my crest.Ol' b**** in London knew I was nice,
I f***ed that b**** till she called me Sir Ice.Comin' atcha head with my double-edged steel,
you f***ed up n****, now you gotsta kneel.Ice Cube comin' straight out over the ocean,
now the queen b**** wants the three-wheel motion.Used ta carry guns, now I gots a sword,
Sir Cube comin' straight out tha psycho ward.
(It's satire, people. Via McSweeney's).
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Sorry there, er, Timothy, for calling you "Tim" in all of my previous posts. Didn't mean to presume anything, Timothy. (Though to be fair, you did have that Python quote up on your blog when I first linked).
Just please don't presume to call me "Johnny."
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Well, no, not exactly. This article cites a couple of good reasons that an opera company may legitimately exclude a plus-sized singer: if the role calls for a starving or sickly character (such as Mimi in La Boheme), or if the staging calls for active movements (say, up and down stairs on stage).
[Warning! Gratuitous name-dropping moment: please note the mention in the Miami Herald piece of my childhood friend Laura Claycomb, a rising star in the opera world, with whom I had the pleasure of singing and touring in my old church's youth choir back in the mid-1980s].
This debate calls to mind last year's blog coverage of the report that good-looking college professors score higher on course evaluations than the more homely.
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March 19, 2004
(As you can see, the real headline is much funnier, but this is a family blog).
Looks like I just found a "news" site to go along with the Onion.
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March 18, 2004
I also had a phaser and communicator set, but not as nice as these. Wish I hadn't thrown them away.
Am I mistaken or does this Captain Kirk look a bit like President Bush?
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O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.
(*) Actually, by Jeff Brechlin, 2003
(Hat tip: William Gibson's archives)
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