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September 14, 2008

The Future Freaks Me Out


Today I went into work to finish putting together progress reports. After finally filing copies in triplicate and getting a third meal of out the leftovers from pizza Friday (the PTO buys teachers pizza once a month), I headed home to kick back for a bit and finish Dune.

In Defense of Sci-Fi

Dune was great.

I absolutely believe that Science Fiction is the last custodian of prophesy, speculative fiction, and the "fairy story" model, as practiced by J.R.R. Tolkien and George MacDonald. Frank Herbert, the author of Dune, packs into one book the most complete understanding of Western civilization that I have seen since Isaac Asimov's Foundation series. He combines a deeply Roman sense of politics, depicted in the Bene Gesserit (Latin for "he/she manages it well"), a secret society of women who are shapers of history and custodians of the art of politics, with a feudal Galactic Empire reminiscent of the Carolingians, and a superb understanding of Old Testament prophecy and Jewish mysticism depicted in his desert-dwelling Fremen. A large portion of their prophesy is in the form of direct quotation from the book of Isaiah, the Psalms, and the Pentateuch.

Dune also introduces the most complex and complete picture of an alien society that I have ever seen, and in doing so shows us what a future looks like when politics, commerce, religion, and poetry are only practiced by small and exclusive groups.

Science Fiction, as a genre, fills a vacuum left by several now extinct genres. It fills the void of Utopia Fiction, showing us how a paradise, such as that in Huxley's A Brave New World or Thomas More's Utopia, is not always what it seems. Terry Pratchet and Piers Anthony take up where Sterne and Juvenal left off with the genre of satire. Allegory, too, now seems to be the sole possession of Science Fiction.

Most importantly though, while we may not have flying cars yet, or be in imminent danger of succumbing to the rule of Big Brother, we need books like 1984 and shows like Heroes to tell us what might be coming, so that we have time to prepare, both physically and morally.

On September 10th the powers that be flipped the switch of the Large Hadron Collider. In recent years we've actually seen a lot of fruit from the world of "mad science," that is, science without any specific purpose or direction. While knowledge is obviously a good thing and we should absolutely be probing the depths of the natural world at all times, we should do so with deliberate care. Science Fiction, again, gives us a window into the future to see what the result of such labors might and will be, and, as raw science frequently forgets to do, ties these developments directly to humanity, and its detriment or advancement.

Without the permission of the author, here is a great example of amateur Sci-Fi/speculative science at work:

Through a very powerful telescope, like Hubble, we see images of stars, solar systems, and galaxies as if they are young, fresh, and in the process of creation.

But that is not so. We are merely seeing the images that have taken millions of years to get here. By now, these stars may be dead, the solar systems swallowed up into red giants, and the galaxies vanished into the black holes they are surrounded by. Humanity will never see this though, as our solar system and galaxy may indeed swallow itself up before the images of the slow deaths of these distant objects make their way to distant Earth.

In that same sense, if we could get beyond our own solar system's curb of light emmittance, by device or reflection, we could witness the birth of this planet. We could see first hand the creation of the oceans, of the continents separating, and with enough magnification, we could see the dinosaurs, watch the D-Day in real time, watch the Kennedy Assassination, watch our own births. We could see the face of Jesus.

From the right spot and with the right tools every moment of history is still accessible to us. Waves are everywhere, always just waiting to be intercepted. As we send our media, transformed into frequencies, into space, directed at satellites, a large amount of the information bypasses the satellite and just floats out into space. Somewhere, intelligent life in the next solar system might be watching the world premiere of Britney Spears' "Hit Me Baby One More Time," or just getting the news that a plane has crashed into the World Trade Center.

Science is beautiful and frightening, and just as it was the duty of learned men in simpler times to study the stars for their meaning, to practice their Latin grammar and learn the lessons of Virgil by heart, to learn the art and the beauty of rhetoric, it is our duty to look to the future and prepare for what lies ahead.

Science Fiction keeps this spirit of philosophical and moral speculation alive, because, sooner than we imagine, the questions these books ask will actually be set before us. Will we be ready to answer?

Oh, and don't watch all of this, but here's a clip of what the SNL cast of '79 thought Jeopardy would look like in 1999:



Also, keep in mind that we're only a week or two away from all the big fall premiers and I need someone to host a viewing of the Heroes season opener. You provide the the TV, I'll bring the Man Nachos.

September 2, 2008

Indoor Living

Ever eat in the shower? It seems like it ought to be against the rules, but take my word for it: shower-eating is exactly the reason why they made Flavor-Ice popsicles. You know the ones contained within the plastic sleeve? Not only is the cold artificial flavoring extra tasty when you are being bombarded with hot water, but they are a good way to conserve water as well. If it takes you longer to shower than it does to eat a popsicle: you are wrong.

Plus, there's nothing like standing in your manwear (dress socks and boxers), listening to your favorite pump-up song (Britney Spears' "Hit Me Baby One More Time") and knowing that you are still eating the same popsicle you were when you jumped out of bed 12 minutes and 43 seconds ago.

Ramen is for Lovers

Despite having a long weekend I spent most of the last four days indoors. I toured the local coffee house scene, spent time in the library, and went into school for a couple hours yesterday. While I'm jealous of friends who were hiking and camping over the weekend, I've been content to stay at home nursing a cold and reading good books.

I finished Chesterton's book on St. Francis, and I'll give a full fledged review of that in the near future, but I also wanted to mention that I started reading both Julia Childs' book "My Life in France" and Frank Herbert's "Dune". Although I can only really stomach Julia Child while I'm actually eating (as a substitute for Colbert or The Simpsons, since the lovely people with the unsecured wireless network have finally shipped out), it isn't bad. In fact, it's nice to be reading a book again that is primarily about vocabulary words and pictures.

Today is the start of my second week of teaching and I'm feeling pretty good about it at this point. Of course, I'm writing this blog post from the past (6:12pm Mountain Time on Sept. 1st) so I'm less than 12 hours from actually being back in the building, which is a little frightening, now that I think about it.

Today is also "Back to School Night" which means I'll be at school for every second of my day. From my arrival at 6:00AM, at which time I will set off the door alarms for the third time in a week, to when the last parents finally leave at 9:30PM, I'll be going non-stop. If there's one way to add pressure to your first month of teaching, it's adding parents into the equation before you've even given the first test. Bad times.

I keep envisioning it as a School of Rock experience, where the parents realize that I'm not at all qualified enough or concerned enough about hygiene to be teaching their kids.

Dear Everyone:
Please come live with me. That is an invitation to every one of you to come out here and spend some time in one of the prettiest states in the union without having to pay for lodging. Give me a couple weeks with The Joy of Cooking and I might even be able to guarantee you food.

Seriously though, the only reason to have a house is to fill it with people. If I didn't think that some of you would be joining me out here (as Brad and Leroy already did this summer) I would probably just live out of my car. So, let me know when you'll be here (notice there isn't a "I won't be attending" box to check). Honestly, if you are reading this you have to be at least in my top 100 favorite people, so make a little plan Stan, just hop on a bus Gus and get yourself out here.

Also, I appreciate how concerned you all are for my culinary health. Last night I made a salad for dinner and if you don't mind my saying so, I don't think it looks half-bad (not pictured: the tator-tots I had for dessert).