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Xzytovhorre. Part One.

       Sparky began to shiver as he sat near the muddy bank of the Monongahala River in KcKeesport. The small brown furred Chihuahua found that being out on the river at night was always too cold for him to tolerate. But he had no choice as he was here with his companion, Jake. The five foot, four inch tall, twelve year old black male wearing cut off blue jeans shorts and a black Pittsburgh Steelers T shirt with the large, bold number seven on it’s chest. His white sneakers were stained with moist mud from the river bank. Jake was holding a fishing rod in his hands. It’s line cast into the murky water. Standing next to Jake was his older brother Sid. A twenty two year old standing six feet tall. His white sneakers standing out against his black shirt and shorts. Sid also had a fishing rod in his hands. With it’s line cast in the water in the hope of catching a fish. Sparky admired Jake and Sid’s ability to withstand the cold. But in spite of their comfort Sparky hand just one thought going through his mind. I want to go home.

         As Sparky looked up at Jake he knew that Jake was content to be out here since the sun went down and it turned dark. He also suspected that Jake was not satisfied with the three small fish that he caught and was holding in the white plastic bucket on the ground behind him. Jake was still trying to catch more. But as far as Sparky was concerned the those three fish were enough. He began to shiver as he looked across the rapidly flowing dark water. Then he looked back at Jake and let out a high pitched growl. But Jake ignored him as he was involved in a conversation with Sid. The lack of response only caused Sparky to growl louder.

        Jake and Sid both looked down at Sparky. Jake smiled. “What’s the matter. You hungry? Want me to fry you up some fresh fish?”

        Is there a stove out here? Sparky’s thought. Take me home and I’ll cook the fish myself.

        “We’ve been out here for six hours and all we got are three fish,” Sid grumbled. “Maybe we should give Sparky a rod and let him help catch something.”

        Sparky glanced over at Sid. Maybe you should give me the car keys and I’ll drive myself home. Jake kneeled down and gave Sparky a quick pat on the top of his head. “Are you cold boy? You look like you’re shivering. Don’t worry. We’ll go home in a couple of hours. Right after we catch a few more fish.”

        A couple more hours out here? Sparky’s grumpy thought. He was tempted to run home by himself, if it were not for the fact that they had driven too far away from the familiar sights and scents of their home territory. Sparky knew that he would get lost too easily. He had no choice but to continue shivering in the cold while Jake and Sid continued to spend more time trying to catch fish that would never appear.

        Jake stood back up and began to crank the small handle of his reel. “Maybe I’ll have better luck if I change my bait.”

        Sparky growled. You changed your bait ten minutes ago. Your luck hasn’t gotten any better. Sparky looked up at Jake. That was when he noticed something strange. It was a bright green ball of light streaking across the night sky. Sparky followed the light as it left a long green trail in it’s wake. Then to his surprise the ball of light exploded into a massive halo of fire, with a loud boom. Startled by the sudden explosion Jake and Sid both jumped, then looked up to the sky. Sparky let out a yelp of fear when he saw seven large flaming fragments falling from the explosion and heading in different directions.

        Jake pointed up to the sky,” What the hell was that?”

        “An airplane blowing up?” Sid theorized.

        Jake pointed to one of the burning fragments falling towards the river. “It’s coming our way. Lets get the hell out of here,”

        Jake dropped his fishing pole and quickly scooped Sparky up from the ground. Carrying Sparky in his arms Jake joined Sid as they both ran from the river and across a short field to reach the street. There were three cars stopped in the middle of the street. Their drivers getting out to look at the object falling from the sky. Sparky felt the tight constriction of Jakes arms. As well as being bumped and jerked by his each running step. Jake and Sid stopped running when they crossed the street and turned around just in time to see one of the huge objects hitting the river. A tower of water was hurled high into the air when the thing crashed into the river. A twenty foot tall wave flowed out from the point of impact and washed up onto the shore. The water flowed across the field and nearly reached the street. Jake turned to follow the second object that was falling towards an area a mile down the street. The object hit the ground with a loud boom that filled the air. Sparky yelped out, fearful that the explosion’s huge expanding fireball would reach this spot where Jake and Sid were standing. He was relieved to see that the fireball dissipated before it could reach them.

        Sparky was still shivering. But now fear was his motivation instead of the cold. He looked out to the river. There was a tall tower of steam rising up from the water after the impact of the first object. He turned his head and looked down the street at the red glow of the fires left behind by the second object.

        “Did you see that?” Jake exclaimed. Two of these things came down. What the hell were they?”

        “Hell if I know,” replied Sid. “Lets go down the street and check that one out.”

        Bad idea, Sparky thought. He looked back out to the river. The steam was still rising, now joined by a wide circle of bubbles churned up from the water. As Sparky studied the sight of the impact his senses, unique to canines, picked up a consciousness laying beneath the water. Sparky felt intrigued, as he had never felt anything like this before. Allowing his curiosity to get the better of him, Sparky leaped out of Jake’s arms and ran towards the river.

        “Sparky. Where the hell are you going? Get back here,” the voice of Jake called out.

        Sparky ignored Jake and continued towards the water. His feet became soaked as he padded across the wet ground. He stopped just a few feet away from the river bank and gazed into the flowing water. From deep within the river he could still sense the consciousness. Sparky had no idea what it was. But it was large. And it was powerful. He could feel it’s power increasing as he maintained his contact with it.

        Sparky was startled when Jake scooped him up. “Come on you crazy dog. Fishing trip is over,” Jake scolded.

        With Sparky in his arms Jake followed Sid to their blue Ford that was parked at the curb just a few feet away. Still holding on to Sparky, Jake sat in the front passenger’s seat. Sid sat behind the wheel and started the car.

        “We might be able to get there before the cops show up,” Sid told Jake. “It looked like it hit that field near the old apartment complex.”

        Sparky was familiar with the area. The Crawfield Heights apartment complex has been abandoned for years. If the second object when down in that area then hopefully no one was injured. As Sid was driving down the street Sparky squeezed out from Jake’s arms and stood up at the passenger’s side window. He watched several people on the sidewalk running to reach the scene. From the long row of houses people were emerging to see what happened. In the far distance his keen ears picked up the sounds of sirens. As they continued driving the road up ahead became congested by a long line of cars. Several drivers in these cars were getting out to walk to the field. In the opposite lane there was no traffic coming out from the area. Sparky predicted that Jake and Sid would also have to leave the car if they wanted to investigate the thing that dropped down from the sky. A quarter of a mile up ahead there was the bright red glow of a fire.

        “This traffic isn’t moving,” Sid grumbled. “Why the hell are these jackasses getting out of their cars?”

        “Can’t you go around?” Jake asked. “Drive in the other lane.”

        Sid laughed. “Oh sure. Drive in the lane with on coming traffic. The cops will be on me in five seconds when they get here.” Sid turned his head to look out of the rear window. Sparky also turned to look. There was a blue pick up truck approaching from behind. It stopped just a few feet from the car. “We’re going to park it and walk.”

        “Walk?” Jake asked.

        “You want to get a close up look at this thing before the cops show up and move everybody back?”

        Sid pulled back on the small lever at his right hip to shift the car in reverse. The car moved back a few feet. Sid shifted the lever forward and turned the steering wheel to the right to park in an open spot at the curb. Jake grabbed Sparky in his arms. Then he and Sid got out of the car. They both began to run down the sidewalk. They approached two white teenaged boys as they were running to reach the area where the thing came down.

        Jake called out to one of the teenagers. “Dude. Did you see what came down?”

        “No. But I felt it. It shook the whole damn house,” the teenager shouted back.

        Jake and Sid continued running. Sparky was finding it difficult to breathe while he was being carried in Jake’s tight embrace. While at the same time being shaken as Jake was running was equally discomforting. I hope this kid doesn’t kill me before get there, he thought. They continued to run, merging with several other people who were also trying to reach the area. At the end of the row of houses they came upon the ruined shells of four homes that were damaged by the force of the impact. Sid and Jake stopped for a moment to inspect the damage. They stepped over broken lumber and masonry that was scattered across the sidewalk. It appeared that no one was at home during the moment the houses were destroyed. Sparky looked about but saw no humans stirring from inside or bodies laying on the ground. 

        Sid and Jake continued moving down the sidewalk until they came upon a large field. Sid and Jake pushed their way through the crowd of people that had gathered here to get in front so that they can have a clear view of the field. The field was littered by small bits of burning debris. Several yards up ahead there was a large blackened area surrounding an even larger crater. Within this crater was a sight that caused an immediate reaction from both Sid and Jake.

        “Whoa!” both teenagers gasp out.

        Whoa! was the same thought from Sparky.

        Protruding from the crater was a massive, green crystalline object. Oblong in shape. Standing fifty feet high. Sparky’s wide, unblinking eyes stared at the object for several seconds. Then like he did with the object that had fallen in the river he began to sense a consciousness. Within the object there was something alive. Something powerful. But unlike the thing resting at the bottom of the river this power was radiating an evil. Sparky whined in fear as he was feeling this evil growing stronger.

        “What’s the matter boy?” Jake asked Sparky. “You want to get a closer look?”

        No! I do not want to get a closer look! Sparky’s thought.

        “Come on. Lets take a closer look,” Jake told Sid.

        On come on! thought Sparky.

        “Sid. Get your camera out. Get a picture of this,” said Jake.

        Jake and Sid joined a few other people as they began to make a slow advance into the field to get closer to the huge object. Behind them the sounds of sirens were getting louder.

        Where are the cops when you need them? Sparky wondered.

        Jake and Sid continued their advance. Then they both stopped in their tracks when they heard a loud boom coming from the object. After a few seconds they heard it again.

        “It’s a bomb!” a female voice cried out.

        “Get back!” shouted another voice.

        There was a third boom. Jake and Sid both jumped back as the side of the object began to crack. There was another boom and the side of the object shattered. Large chunks of crystal showered the area. Then two huge, black spidery legs emerged. One of the legs ended in a long scythe blade with a serrated edge. Another boom came and the object shattered completely to reveal more of the legs that were attached to the body of a massive scorpion-like creature that was as large as a five story building. There was a huge mouth with rows of long, sharp teeth in front of it’s dark, oblong body. Above the mouth were four rows of eyes blazing red. The creature’s body was supported by it’s eight long legs. The front two of which ended in the long scythe blades. It’s long serpentine tail thrashed left and right, knocking away the final fragments of the crystal that it was sealed in. There was a chorus of male and female screams as the creature was now free and began to crawl out of the crater.

        “What the hell is that?” Jake shouted to Sid. “What is that? Are you getting a picture of this?”

        Sid whipped out his small black cell phone from his pocket and held it up to his face. “I’m getting it. Hold on. This image is crap. We have to get closer.”

        We don’t need to get a picture. We can watch this on the news, Sparky’s frantic thought.

Sparky gazed back at the huge monster and reestablished a connection to it’s consciousness. Sparky yelped in shock as his mind was flooded by several images. Scenes of cities beyond Earth in flaming ruins. countless skeletons littering the ground. And entire planet transformed into a graveyard. And in each of these scenes was the same monster that was standing across the field. Then a name came to Sparky’s mind. Skyron, the Devourer.

        “Get your phone out. Help me get a picture of this,” Sid shouted to Jake.

        As he was holding on to Sparky, Jake’s right hand fumbled into his pocket to reach his cell phone. “I got it. Give me a second.”

        “Hurry up. We have to get closer,” Sid shouted back.

        Get closer? Are you mentally I’ll? was Sparky’s thought. That thing destroys planets. We have to get the hell out of here.

        Two teenaged boys, holding up their cell phones with their built in cameras, took the lead and moved closer to try to get a quick snapshot of Skyron. Skyron reared up it’s two front legs with the scythe blades and opened it’s toothy mouth to let out a screeching, high pitched roar. Then several long, writhing tentacles sprouted out from it’s back. Two of the tentacles stretched out towards the two teenagers. The boys both screamed and turned to run from the tentacles, but they did not move fast enough. They screamed out as the tentacles grabbed them and lifted them up from the ground. The teens continued screaming. Their bodies thrashing about violently. A second later they became still and quiet as a white foam engulfed their bodies. Sparky was horrified as he watched their flesh melt from their bones while seemingly being absorbed into the tentacles.

        There were more screams from the crowd of onlookers who were watching the same gruesome sight. The tentacles dropped the two dead teenagers, now reduced to piles of soggy clothes and fleshless bones. Seeking more victims the tentacles were joined by several others reaching out from the monster, Skyron. They were now heading in the direction of Sid, Jake, and Sparky.

                          TO BE CONTINUED.

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Confronting Willful Ignorance...

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I'm a live-and-let-live kind of person. I accept others may or may not agree with how I look at life. My viewpoints are shaped by my experiences, observable and measurable experimental evidence and logic.

However, two instances of confrontation occurred Saturday, one in real space and the other on Facebook.

Real space: walking my Labrador retriever. Picking up after her is like shoveling the droppings of a horse! I passed a young couple who in my vision allowed their beagle to plop down excrement and walked past me smiling...

I picked it up and deposited it in the dog waste bins provided by our complex. I saw them on our 2nd lap ("our": got to count Raven!).

Me: Do you live here?

Them: No, we're here visiting my parents (him).

Me: I picked up your dog's droppings. Just to make you aware, that is a policy of the apartment complex.

Them: Oh! We didn't know.

Me: OK. Thanks. [Continued walk...]

Facebook: I rebroadcast a humorous meme with two well-known politicians. One believed the earth was 9,000 years old and that humans and dinosaurs existed together; the other believed the earth 10,000 years old and that God destroyed the dinosaurs for humans. My only comment at the time was an emoticon: (((o_0))).

Someone felt the need to reply: "I believe God created the heavens and the earth and rested on the 7th day."

Me: That's fine, [name omitted]. However, I don't believe the authors of the bible had the information from astronomy, carbon dating nor the scientific method. If so, the bible would need a forklift as the CRC Handbook of Chemistry and Physics in its 94th edition is 2,668 pages: CRC Handbook of Chemistry and Physics.

Him: Good point I still believe the Bible story though the Earth is to (meant: "too" - grammar) complex to come from a big bang theory. The Bible is really not clear as to how old the earth is. So some things we have to take by faith even science does not hold all the answers the more you learn the more you realize how much you don't know.

Me: That is science. Your statement however, was not.

I left the link I embed below. He did not reply. Guess whatever button I pushed he was done.

Live-and-let-live: a position I feel (or, at least I hope) lacks arrogance. The couple that didn't think they would be asked about their responsibility seemed slightly appalled at my stating the facility policy; my theological debate was started by someone whom I wasn't addressing directly, has no knowledge of my life experiences nor asked about what my views in his area of concern were: this person just assumed me hostile.


Live-and-let-live: that means I don't care what you believe or how you choose to live (unless it included ignored dog droppings). The choices - and they are choices - you make in your life are based on your life experiences, which I have no inkling of, nor the conclusions you've made from those experiences and how you interact with the wider world based on them. You and I have a right to them without attack, criticism or judgement as long as we follow stated rules and regulations; standards of civility, courtesy and common decency.

Science is an iterative process of investigation: it often holds strong convictions until evidence clues otherwise, e.g. the  luminiferous aether was once thought to explain the propagation of light - experiment and the miracle year of Einstein - provided correction. It is by no means a perfect process - the scientist and engineers are only human, subject to human frailties, foibles and flaws in their thinking. Thus, a relentless adherence to the Scientific Method is the central arbiter of what is and is not acceptable science, removing one's persuasion from consideration. Science often doesn't know; therefore explores the unknown.

Related link: How Science Really Works

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Hello!

 

Kori Miller Writes is the site for creative writers and newbie podcasters. I accept submissions in the following areas:

 

Creative Non-fiction, including poetry

Flash Fiction

Newbie Podcasting

Graphic Art

300-500-word, writing-related or podcasting-related, blog posts 

 

Please review the submission guidelines before sending your information. For articles, please also contact me via the site.

 

Back Porch Writer is the show for writers, about writers, and writing. It airs, live, every Tuesday at 9:30 a.m. CDT. BPW Special Topics TwitterChat is every Wednesday at 8:00 p.m. CDT, and Catch Up With Kori is live, every Sunday, at 5:30 p.m. CDT. 

 

Please review the Back Porch Writer site for more detailed information about how you can be a guest, or have your book reviewed. 

The Tuesday show is booked for 2013. I'm booking for first quarter 2014 now. The Wednesday TwitterChat is open for guests as is the Sunday show. I look for SMEs(Subject matter experts) for both of those. Think: What can I teach a fellow writer or podcaster? What do I have to offer them? That's what I'll ask when I follow-up with you.

If you want to get in touch regarding the above, please do it via my sites. It's much easier for me to respond and keep track of show guest requests and submissions that way. 

I hope to hear from many of you. My goal for both sites is to help you spread the word about what you do: writing, pordcasting or both!

Thank you!

KDM

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Interview with The Grey Wolf on Sci-Fi Drama

Hey, Black Science Fiction Society! I'm excited to share with you an interview with the Grey Wolf Blog out of Wales/England. I share my inspiration for writing sci-fi drama, my appreciation for the works of Octavia Butler and Samuel Delany, literature in general and, of course, my historical fiction/Affican American murder mystery, Murder on Second Street. Please check it out on this beautiful day at http://greywolfauthor.com/.

Links to my books and all social media outlets are posted as well. Please feel free to leave a comment and/or word of encouragement.

Thanks,

Rebekah

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D-Dalus...



Last year, the Austrian engineering firm IAT21 set out to construct a flying machine that floated like a hummingbird, traveled as fast as a jet, was as quiet as a hot-air balloon, and was simple enough that a car mechanic could repair it. The company’s working prototype, called D-Dalus, is roughly five feet by three feet square and can lift about 100 pounds. But the size and lift are not what’s most impressive. A flying machine with no airfoil, rotor or jet propulsion can travel where most cannot: in very tight spaces and through terrible weather.





ROTOR ASSEMBLIES

The craft’s four rotors spin at 2,200 rpm, and six blades attached to carbon-fiber disks create directional thrust. The blades act as mini airfoils, their angle of attack constantly shifting in relation to rotation. For vertical lift, a blade’s leading edge rises away from the center of the disk at the top of its rotation and toward the center of the disk at the bottom [pictured], creating a pressure differential.

FRICTIONLESS BEARINGS

Existing bearings were unable to withstand 1,000 Gs of force between the carbon-fiber disks and their blades and still deliver some degree of maneuverability. Engineers at IAT21 developed their own bearings, shaped like metal barrels, that hold up to the force better than spheres (think: arches) but can still roll enough for the blades to move.

In Greek mythology, Daedalus /di:dəlɪs/ or /dɛdəlɪs/ (Ancient Greek: Δαίδαλος, meaning "clever worker"; Latin: Daedalos; Etruscan: Taitale) was a skillful craftsman and artisan.[1][2] He is the father of Icarus and Iapyx and the uncle of Perdix.





Daedalus is first mentioned by Homer as the creator of a wide dancing-ground for Ariadne.[12] He also created the Labyrinth on Crete, in which the Minotaur (part man, part bull) was kept. In the story of the labyrinth Hellenes told, the Athenian hero Theseus is challenged to kill the Minotaur, finding his way with the help of Ariadne's thread. Daedalus' appearance in Homer is in an extended simile, "plainly not Homer's invention," Robin Lane Fox observes: "he is a point of comparison and so he belongs in stories which Homer's audience already recognized."[13] In Bronze Age Crete, an inscription da-da-re-jo-de has been read as referring to a place at Knossos,[14] and a place of worship.[15]

In Homer's language, objects which are daidala are finely crafted. They are mostly objects of armour, but fine bowls and furnishings are daidala, and on one occasion so are the "bronze-working" of "clasps, twisted brooches, earrings and necklaces" made by Hephaestus while cared for in secret by the goddesses of the sea.[16] Wikipedia

Popular Science: How D-Dalus Flies Like Nothing Else

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Phobos Eclipse...



Images taken with a telephoto-lens camera on NASA's Mars rover Curiosity catch the larger of Mars' two moons, Phobos, passing directly in front of the sun -- the sharpest images of a solar eclipse ever taken at Mars.

The images are the first full-resolution frames downlinked to Earth from an Aug. 17, 2013, series. The series may later provide a movie of the eclipse. Curiosity paused during its drive that day to record the sky-watching images.



"This event occurred near noon at Curiosity's location, which put Phobos at its closest point to the rover, appearing larger against the sun than it would at other times of day," said Mark Lemmon of Texas A&M University, College Station, a co-investigator for use of Curiosity's Mastcam. "This is the closest to a total eclipse of the sun that you can have from Mars."

DEIMOS (or Deimus) was the god (daimon) of fear, dread and terror, and his twin-brother PHOBOS (Phobus) of panic fear, flight and battlefield rout. reference

Mars has two known moons, Phobos and Deimos,[1] which are thought to be captured asteroids.[2] Both satellites were discovered in 1877 by Asaph Hall[3] and are named after the characters Phobos (panic/fear) and Deimos (terror/dread) who, in Greek mythology, accompanied their father Ares, god of war, into battle. Ares was known as Mars to the Romans. It is possible that Mars may have moons smaller than 50 – 100 meters and a dust ring between Phobos and Deimos may be present but none have been discovered.[4] Wikipedia

Science Daily: NASA Mars rover views eclipse of the sun by Phobos

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Emancipation...

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I passed through Barnes and Noble yesterday, and happened on "The Nazi Occult War" by Michael Fitzgerald. The Vril Society; the New Teutonic Knights; Black Camelot; the Nazi Occult Bureau; Atlantis and Aryan science: then on the book's back cover (or, at least this version of it - meant to "hook" you into buying it), something stuck out that startled me - the Nazis spent more on finding Atlantis than we did on the Manhattan Project. It would seem that part of the Marvel "Captain America" movie and their search for the Tesseract appears to have been based on this borrowed historical fact.

Think about that a moment...

I had my misgivings more than anyone, raised on inane "duck and cover" drills that wouldn't even literally CYA...part of the Nazi's undoing was an adherence to what could not be observed, experimented on or proven; a mental divorce from the facts as they were; hence they were victims of "magical thinking" on steroids, supported by an ideology reinforced by their governing structure.

Fast-forward to the bio of current German Prime Minister Angela Merkel:

At school, she learned to speak Russian fluently, and was awarded prizes for her proficiency in Russian and Mathematics.[15] Merkel was educated in Templin and at the University of Leipzig, where she studied physics from 1973 to 1978. While a student, she participated in the reconstruction of the ruin of the Moritzbastei, a project students initiated to create their own club and recreation facility on campus. Such an initiative was unprecedented in the GDR of that period, and initially resisted by the University of Leipzig. However, with backing of the local leadership of the SED party, the project was allowed to proceed.[16] Merkel worked and studied at the Central Institute for Physical Chemistry of the Academy of Sciences in Berlin-Adlershof from 1978 to 1990. After being awarded a doctorate (Dr. rer. nat.) for her thesis on quantum chemistry,[17] she worked as a researcher and published several papers. Wikipedia

MSNBC has promoted a hash tag and site: #AdvancingTheDream. My commentary on how I was working to advance the dream was very simple and straight-forward: STEM education = emancipation.

China's top leadership seem to possess science backgrounds, in contrast: we have 9 out of 538 in the House of Representatives and the Senate with STEM backgrounds.


Dr. King was refreshingly a Trekkie (Trekker is the modern phrase; Roddenberry corrects). Unlike his theological contemporaries today, science didn't appear to threaten him or his personal beliefs; he found common cause with persons inside and outside of his culture and faith patterns.

STEM education = emancipation, and godspeed lucidity.

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It takes place next year on the Big Island of Hawaii with cast members from Stargate: Atlantis, Battlestar Galactica, Babylon 5, Xena, Farscape, and more! Cree Summer will be there too!

Discount tickets available NOW through 9/21/13.  Limited quantities, first come, first served.

2014 Con Pass, only $99 total for 3 days of events

2014 Hotel and Con passes for two, only $650 total for 3 nights at the Hapuna Beach plus 2 Con passes for 3 days of events.  

2014 Hotel and Con passes for three, only $725 total for 3 nights at the Hapuna Beach plus 3 Con passes for 3 days of events.

Come join us on the beach! 

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The Matrix...

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Imagine waking up one day and realizing that you actually live inside a computer game,” says Mark Van Raamsdonk, describing what sounds like a pitch for a science-fiction film. But for Van Raamsdonk, a physicist at the University of British Columbia in Vancouver, Canada, this scenario is a way to think about reality. If it is true, he says, “everything around us — the whole three-dimensional physical world — is an illusion born from information encoded elsewhere, on a two-dimensional chip”. That would make our Universe, with its three spatial dimensions, a kind of hologram, projected from a substrate that exists only in lower dimensions.



This 'holographic principle' is strange even by the usual standards of theoretical physics. But Van Raamsdonk is one of a small band of researchers who think that the usual ideas are not yet strange enough. If nothing else, they say, neither of the two great pillars of modern physics — general relativity, which describes gravity as a curvature of space and time, and quantum mechanics, which governs the atomic realm — gives any account for the existence of space and time. Neither does string theory, which describes elementary threads of energy.

One of the most obvious questions to ask is whether this endeavour is a fool's errand. Where is the evidence that there actually is anything more fundamental than space and time?

A provocative hint comes from a series of startling discoveries made in the early 1970s, when it became clear that quantum mechanics and gravity were intimately intertwined with thermodynamics, the science of heat.

Even if it is correct, the thermodynamic approach says nothing about what the fundamental constituents of space and time might be. If space-time is a fabric, so to speak, then what are its threads?

One possible answer is quite literal. The theory of loop quantum gravity, which has been under development since the mid-1980s by Ashtekar and others, describes the fabric of space-time as an evolving spider's web of strands that carry information about the quantized areas and volumes of the regions they pass through6. The individual strands of the web must eventually join their ends to form loops — hence the theory's name — but have nothing to do with the much better-known strings of string theory. The latter move around in space-time, whereas strands actually are space-time: the information they carry defines the shape of the space-time fabric in their vicinity.

Nature: Theoretical physics: The origins of space and time

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A long time ago I remember seeing Director Melvin Van Peebles film, 'The Watermelon Man' on some backwater channel. I was a kid at the time but even then I could understand the context of the story. I got the chance to watch it again as an adult and I'm ashamed to say that the film still rings true today.

The film opens with middle-aged and middle-class white male Jeff Gerber performing his daily exercise routine which at first seems admirable until he starts spouting racial cracks about Boxer Muhammad Ali when the speed bag starts getting the better of him. After that, there isn't a moment in which Gerber doesn't spew a racial or misogynistic insult from breakfast until bedtime. About 'bedtime'. After a long day of being the most obnoxious and racist person he could possibly be, Gerber goes to sleep. When he wakes up to do the business in the middle of the night, something new has been added. He has been mysteriously transformed into a Black Man!

As Gerber attempts to calm himself and his white wife of many years, he futilely tries to 'bleach himself' back to normal via various concoctions purchased from the 'Negro Pharmacy'. From there, his life begins to spiral out of control as he is accosted by police for merely running for the bus to work, is barred from his own social club and has trouble at work as he is singled out to get the new 'Negro Insurance Market'.

Throughout the film, Jeff Gerber begins to find out the hard way what life for a black person in his city is like and the attitudes of the people he called friends turn dangerously negative. All while the life he once knew is circling the drain, the one thing Jeff Gerber gains is... perspective.

"The Watermelon Man' (Full Film)

Starring Geoffrey Cambridge

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Implicit Knowldge

The concept of using implicit knowledge in works of art is nothing new. As early as Herodotus, authors and story tellers were incorporating the implicit knowledge to make allusions, references and comparisons for their audiences. 

The same is true of the arts in the modern era. Books, movies, plays and music all trade in common cultural understandings. If a movie about teen love makes a thin reference to Romeo, the audience gets it. It assumed, and rightly so, that anyone consuming a love story is at least casually familiar with Shakespeare's most famous (currently) work. 


What recently struck me was how a large corpus of Science Fiction knowledge is implicit in modern Hip-Hop. I say appreciation because, as I will show, the reference are not derogatory to Science fiction, instead, they are celebratory, positive.  


Any review of rap lyrics will no doubt point out reams of references to movies and cartoons. However, I want to take a fairly recent, highly publicized example, a take a look at the implicit knowledge being assumed. 


Kendrick Lamar (on the now forgotten Big Sean Song 'Control' ) drops this verse:

 

I've seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons 

 

The implicit knowledge, and the key to understanding the word-play, is that Decepticons are a race of highly advanced transforming machines.  There is no explanation in the verse regarding Decepticons, or there eternal enemies the Autobots.  It is taken for granted that you a) know what he is referring, and b) appreciate the context in which he is using the reference.

 

Note: It is often said that people of a certain age and bent fail to appreciate the poetry in Rap, and just see it as wandering lyrical noise. Part of that failure in appreciation is no doubt the result of a lack of implicit knowledge on the part of the consumer. The same could be said for the amount of implicit knowledge bound in a country song that make references to Dale Jr. (ed. you can look that up yourselves).

 

Kendrick's verse on Control generated a lot of soul searching (or teeth gnashing) depending on who was referenced. We won't go into the other points of contention on the verse, but Twitter is your friend. 

 

After this verse came out, there were dozens of "response" verses that sought to combat Kendrick's characterization of the entire rap field as "soft" ; with the exception of a chosen few.  

 

The responses ranged the spectrum from poorly executed, to quite well done. One of the best, also happens to contain a sizable portion of implicit science fiction knowledge. 

 

Joell Ortiz responded to Kendrick with lyrics that included these lines: 

 

And never turn, I'm immune to these rappers y'all calling sick.

Currently, apocalyptic fiction is all the rage, be it zombies, plagues, or un-characterized 'other'. The implicit knowledge here is related to zombies as opposed to giant transforming robots. Within these lyrics is the implicit knowledge of what a zombie is and how to dispatch one (hint - splitting a zombie's brain-case).  

Also referenced is the wildly successful TV show "The Walking Dead' (future AMC endorsement?) is a study of man's fight against inhumanity...and Zombies. So too, alludes Joell, that he faces existential struggles against being a 'monster'.  Additionally, the lyrics assume you know and understand that zombies transmit or "turn" others into zombies by bites (generally, although some works would add any fluid transmission). Joell would like you to know that he is immune to this particular disease vector. 

After a few bars related to various West Cost Gang issues, Joel returns to the Sci-fi theme and drops this long sequence that is stuffed with both allusions to Kendrick's verse, but also to popular movie starring Will Smith. 

 

First off, Hasbro really needs to endorse more rappers, since this was the second reference to its IP by a rapper in a 24 hour period.  Secondly, there is implicit knowledge that not only does Joell's audience know what Independence Day refers, but that they are aware of the Heroic / Tragic fate of Randy Quaid. 

 

What's the point here? The point is that science fiction (and to a lesser extent Fantasy) have a place in the implicit cultural understandings of an art form that is decidedly "un-nerdy." Sci-fi, fantasy and other types of exploratory fiction have, through no concerted effort, penetrated into the consciousness of rappers and their audiences. 

 

So, before you listen to someone telling you there is no market in sci-fi directed to people who also like Rap (i.e. young, urban youth) tell them to listen to some rap and see if they can spot the sci-fi.

  

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Luddites Lament...

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One of the primary reason that stands out for the transistor was driven by NASA and the need to reduce cargo space and increase computing power for orbital and missions to the moon - before that, slide rules. I know I just tweaked the die hard "conspiracy theorists" out there that don't believe we went to the moon, yet ardently believe Area 51 has aliens instead of high tech devoted to aerospace (see: "Zero Dark Thirty" - they mentioned it) and the pyramids couldn't have been built by the same North African Egyptian architects the Romans thought enough of to "import" to the empire and build most of their modern architecture and technology: aqueducts, arches, obelisks (think Washington Monument); plumbing.

The conspiracy theorists, I feel, cling to their extravagant notions because: 1. They want to be the first to say "ah-ha! Told you so!" 2. They are making up for inadequacies in other life areas, like actually earning a degree. 3. It's a way not to face reality and put their gray matter to real world problems for which many of us...don't have easy answers.

The original Luddites protested the advent of labor saving textile machines; riots broke out. Ultimately of course, capitalism with the assist of the English government won. I submit the Luddites should have fought hard not to break spindles, but for an equitable system of education and retraining, as we should here.

Technology replaces the need for middle-level workers; confounds the romanticism of "working yourself up by your own bootstraps"; places stipulations on positions in the "minimum requirements" narrative description; encourages students to pursue at least a college degree. A robot can replace many workers that used to drill a widget: become the one who repairs the robot! We're in a dark balance of a moribund way to measure unemployment, as in you are unemployed if receiving a paycheck from the government; never a measure of an under-employment index, i.e. you're making less that you used to (found myself in that dilemma for a few years). To a certain extent, that's reflected in consumer confidence and purchasing patterns. Because of that previous wilderness experience, I am studying as my info to the right (see under E = MC2) suggests; and due to lack of time or interest in fantasy, I don't engage much in conspiracy theories (they're not graded, not part of any interview process I'm aware of). Case in point: Texas Senator Ted Cruz actually being born in another country (Canada is: requires a passport to go to the Canadian side of Niagara Falls). He is a natural-born US citizen due to his mother's citizenship: if the current president had been born in Kenya (he was not); this logic would also apply to him. Karma always repays with irony.

Greed is keeping minimum wage minimum (thank God Australia ignores our stellar inane example): some in the canopy of the economy would like to eliminate it entirely. That has the logic of a rain forest burning its own tree trunks to preserve leaves.

Our education system hasn't much modernized from its Prussian model that prepared factory workers: it's no accident a factory is called a "campus"; you're encouraged to take career specific classes and be life-long learners; you have a defined lunch break/hour; bells trained us in school like Pavlov's dogs, herding us to and fro. We're renaming and reclaiming the same insane testing regimen that no other country ahead of us in STEM graduates and careers follow. Initially, academies in the US were set up strictly along the color line vis-a-vis de jure segregation. I see no difference in its de facto modern incarnation. Some wishing for a utopia that never was has the same impact as "Waiting for Godot."

At one end are so-called abstract tasks that require problem-solving, intuition, persuasion and creativity. These tasks are characteristic of professional, managerial, technical and creative occupations, like law, medicine, science, engineering, advertising and design. People in these jobs typically have high levels of education and analytical capability, and they benefit from computers that facilitate the transmission, organization and processing of information.

On the other end are so-called manual tasks, which require situational adaptability, visual and language recognition, and in-person interaction. Preparing a meal, driving a truck through city traffic or cleaning a hotel room present mind-bogglingly complex challenges for computers. But they are straightforward for humans, requiring primarily innate abilities like dexterity, sightedness and language recognition, as well as modest training. These workers can’t be replaced by robots, but their skills are not scarce, so they usually make low wages.

Computerization has therefore fostered a polarization of employment, with job growth concentrated in both the highest- and lowest-paid occupations, while jobs in the middle have declined. Surprisingly, overall employment rates have largely been unaffected in states and cities undergoing this rapid polarization. Rather, as employment in routine jobs has ebbed, employment has risen both in high-wage managerial, professional and technical occupations and in low-wage, in-person service occupations. (1)

This is a real-world problem, and testing regimens are not going to raise us out of it; fitting children through some predetermined model is not going to advance us; teaching made-up controversies about the origin of the universe, aliens, cabals and evolution aren't going to make us smarter: we'll just become more of a caricature as we fall further and further behind.

Sadly, this is not a new concept introduced in the NY Times (2); as Ecclesiastes said: "there are no new things under the sun."

So set your sights on the immediacy of now, o theorists!
Solve the Bermuda Triangle and Bigfoot later...

1. NY Times: How Technology Wrecks the Middle Class
2. James Boggs: The American Revolution - Pages From a Negro Worker's Notebook

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Sci-fi School ep.6 Artificial Intelligence

 

SCI-FI SCHOOL by Odis Chenault

 Odis Chenault

 ep.6 Artificial Intelligence

 Hello and welcome to the sixth installment of SciFi School.

 Artificial intelligence (A.I.) is a common theme in science fiction. I want to talk about the obvious and not so obvious applications of this science in science fiction.

 Artificial intelligence is when a computer or machine becomes aware of its own existence and starts to think. In science fiction, this usually spells trouble. In the Terminator and Matrix series, one of A.I.’s first decisions is to destroy mankind. It seems that thinking machines have little tolerance for our imperfect reasoning.

 A.I. can be a computer network, an android, a robot or all of these. A.I. can be controlled by a main source or a community of individual machines.

 When A.I. is a network, it can hack into and take control of other networks. In the Terminator and Matrix series, A.I. was given control of the nuclear arsenal. A.I. then used it to wipe out a large percentage of the human population. The next step was to build mobile war machines to mop up the remaining post apocalyptic survivors. With the machines growth unchecked, they would build machine cities and continue to evolve into something like Transformers or beyond.

An android is a thinking computer that looks like a human. These machines can operate on a complex series of programmed functions or have a form of positronic brain that allows them to think.

Robots, in science fiction, are usually stand alone machines with some form of mobility. They too can be programmed or think on their own. They can be in any size or shape. Technically, Nano-Bots are robots.

 Nano- technology involves microscopic machines that can reproduce rapidly. Nano-technology and A.I. produce unlimited possibilities. If Nano machines develop“hive level” intelligence, they could become an unstoppable swarm or wave. It would be almost impossible to defend against a swarm of microscopic machines working together. They could go anywhere and build anything.

Scary stuff, but scientists are trying to build this stuff as you read this article. Don’t worry; they’ll keep it all under control. Won’t they?

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BitCoins and Blank Checks...



Based upon the mood and tenor of the 50th anniversary reenactment of the March on Washington, this simulation by Econo Physicists seems not to shed light on much hope of things getting more equitable.

Slouching towards dystopia...


From Technology Review


The Matthew effect





In January 2009, a small group of Internet enthusiasts began an unusual economic experiment when they began to trade a new type of digital cash known as BitCoin. After a shaky start, the idea caught on and grew rapidly after 2011.

Today, bitcoins can buy a wider range of goods and services. In total, the BitCoin marketplace has hosted over 17 million transactions and the value of all the bitcoins in circulation is over $1 billion.

One interesting aspect of this marketplace is that the complete list of all transactions is publicly available. And this gave Daniel Kondor and buddies at Eotvos Lorand University in Hungary an idea.

Kondor and co say that the evolution clearly occurred in two separate phases. Before 2011, the system was used only by a few enthusiasts and the bitcoins had no real-world value. During this time, there was little activity and the various measures of network structure varied hugely.

In 2011, however, BitCoin began to get significant media coverage which attracted many more users. The currency also became more attractive after an exchange was set up that allowed bitcoins to be traded for dollars. During this second phase, bitcoins started to function as a real currency.

The team’s key finding from this second phase is related to wealth accumulation. Kondor and co say that the network grew by preferential attachment. In other words, a node with a large number of links is likely to attract more links than a node with only a few links.

This is a well-known effect in network science. Economists call it the Matthew effect after the biblical observation that the rich get richer.

"And He has made from ONE blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth, and has determined their pre-appointed times and the boundaries of their dwellings," Acts 17:26
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Destination: Planet Negro - A Brief Review

Destination: Planet Negro, A Review

Destination: Planet Negro is writer, producer and director Kevin Willmott’s classically-styled, science fiction film, offering a 1930s perspective on the current issues facing black and white America.

Filmed as an homage to the sci-fi films of the 1950s, and perfect in look and feel of the genre of that era, DPN is a brilliant comedic success with a small, but significant, nod to The Wizard Of Oz..

The movie opens with Negro leaders of the 1930s gathered to discuss America’s “Negro Problem” we are witness to a grand design that eliminates everywhere on planet Earth as a home for the country’s Negro population where they can live in peace without the influence, nay, even the presence, of whites.

The conclusion this group of leaders arrive at is that since there’s no place on this planet such a community could be found, they invested all the funds they had collected into building an interplanetary rocket ship with the intention of exploring the planet Mars.

Three intrepid astronauts are tasked with the exploration of Mars to see how suitable it will be for the immigration of all of America’s Negroes.

It is tempting to recount a narrative of the events documented in this story, but suffice it to say that the brilliance of looking at an America with Barrack Obama as President through the eyes of Negroes from the 1930s cannot be understated.

The dialogue is spot on, and is as laugh inducing as it is thought provoking.

For those who, somehow, believe that the election of a bi-racial POTUS somehow signals that the United States of America is in anyway post-racial, the presentation of the contrasts and similarities of the culture of race between the two eras gives spectacularly funny lie to the notion.

Though there is so much sociological fodder for a satirical look at modern urban existence from the past’s perspective, the situations presented in DPN are so carefully crafted, and so well written by Willmott, that the movie forces the enlightened viewer to confront, through tears of laughter the characters so easily invoke, issues the American corporate watchdogs of culture would like us to forget.

DPN is a film well worth seeing. The fact is it hits the sociological, cultural, and racial stereotypes, issues and corporate-sponsored cultural memes squarely on the head makes it work for viewers of all colors and of all ages.

There is adult language and some sexual innuendo in the movie, but nothing a teenager today hasn’t heard, or said, in spades.

It is this reviewer’s hope that Destination: Planet Negro is able to pick up a distributer and be seen by general audiences in theaters everywhere.

It’s a great shared experience.

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Last Battlefield...


Today on the calendar is not the 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington: that will occur 28 August, next Wednesday.

There will be a reinactment commemoration tomorrow. I was one years old and a few days at the time. Soldiers like my sister and Representative John Lewis were in the fight: arrested, beaten, bitten, [smoke] blown in faces, cursed, hosed, jailed, spat on - drilled ad nauseum on passive psychological resistance techniques that would have made SERE trainees cringe.

50 years later: Jackie Robinson's statue is desecrated like he never played the game or changed the world; Representative Stockman wants a repeat performance of the Missouri rodeo clown in Texas (ironic he represents the 36th district where James Byrd died in Jasper); section 4 of the Voting Rights Act gone and draconian ID laws/21st Century Poll Tax in effect and "Moral Mondays" in my home state. I'm not sure if it will be a commemoration, or a wake. We shall see.

One of the most powerful Trek episodes for me as a youth was "Let That Be Your Last Battlefield." Recall, the 60s weren't just "make love, not war": there was a lot of both. Vietnam overseas, protests of the war and Civil Rights/Voting Rights marches at home. Suspicions that any deviance from the John Birch Society authoritarian "norm" was judged subversive; communist, therefore necessarily purged and crushed from existence. Judging from the date of airings, its first showing came nine months after the sad assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King.

It also aired during the climate of the Cold War, a period many seemingly LONG to get back to (that madness), where the nuclear "plan" was called MAD: mutually assured destruction. We still possess that insane power, essentially holding humanity hostage; guns to our own heads.

Gene Roddenberry put an interracial, international crew together: Nyota Uhura (literally: "Freedom Star" in Kiswahili); Hikaru Sulu (for the Sulu sea, meant to represent all of Asia, but of fictional Japanese origin); Pavel Andreievich Chekov (a RUSKIE for crying out loud!). You could say in this fictional treatment, Bele and Lokai "stood their ground" until the end. Roddenberry, as I've commented before developed his own eschatology, yet positive and relevant that we might just survive our own hubris, essentially stemming from old tribal conflicts and current contemporary displays of breathtaking stupidity and arrogance.

This episode was a stark warning; the inevitable consequences of NOT...

Source: Wikipedia

"Let That Be Your Last Battlefield" is the fifteenth episode of the third season of the original science fiction television show Star Trek. It was first broadcast on January 10, 1969, and repeated on August 12, 1969. It was written by Oliver Crawford, based on a story by Gene L. Coon (writing under his pen name "Lee Cronin") and directed by Jud Taylor. The script evolved from an outline by Barry Trivers for a possible first season episode called "A Portrait in Black and White". The script was accepted for the third season following budget cuts. The episode guest-stars Lou Antonio and Frank Gorshin, best known for his role as The Riddler in the Batman live-action television series. Contrary to popular rumor and articles, Gorshin was not Emmy nominated for this role.

In this episode, the Enterprise picks up two survivors of a war-torn planet, who are still committed to destroying each other aboard the ship.

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Once the Ariannus mission is completed, Bele takes control of the Enterprise again, but this time he deactivates the auto-destruct in the process and sends the ship to Cheron. Once there, the two aliens find the planet's population completely wiped out by a global war fueled by insane racial hatred. Both Lokai and Bele stare silently at the destruction on the monitor and realize they are the only ones left of their race (or, as they see it, their "races").

Instead of calling a truce, the two beings begin to blame each other for the destruction of the planet and a brawl ensues. As the two aliens fight, their innate powers radiate, cloaking them with an energy aura that threatens to damage the ship. With no other choice, Kirk sadly allows the two aliens to chase each other down to their obliterated world to decide their own fates, consumed by their now self-perpetuating mutual hate. Forlorn, Lt. Uhura asks if their hate is all they ever had. Kirk ruefully says no...but it is all they have left.

"Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men."

"A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual doom."

"We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools."

"The choice is not between violence and nonviolence but between nonviolence and nonexistence."

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., BrainyQuote.com

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