| Friday, December 11th, 2009 |
| 5:35 pm |
Peter Watts beaten up by US Border Guards
From Boingboing: [..] sf writer Peter Watts was beaten without provocation and arrested by US border guards on Tuesday. I heard about it early Wednesday morning in London and called Cindy Cohn, the legal director of the Electronic Frontier Foundation. She worked her contacts to get in touch with civil rights lawyers in Michigan, and we mobilized with Caitlin Sweet (Peter's partner) and David Nickle (Peter's friend) and Peter was arraigned and bailed out later that day.
But now Peter faces a felony rap for "assaulting a federal officer" (Peter and the witness in the car say he didn't do a thing, and I believe them). Defending this charge will cost a fortune, and an inadequate defense could cost Peter his home, his livelihood and his liberty.
[..] Here's the link to the backlist page on Peter's website, rifters.com, or you can just send a PayPal donation to donate@rifters.com. Current Mood: distressedCurrent Music: The Prisoner—Ron Grainer |
| Wednesday, December 9th, 2009 |
| 5:06 pm |
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| Saturday, December 5th, 2009 |
| 6:43 pm |
Go to the Missiles In 2009, NelC resolves to... Ask my boss for a cheesecake. Eat more macs. Be nicer to keikotakamura. Spend less time on evolution. Go to the missiles every month. Connect with my inner sf. |
| Friday, December 4th, 2009 |
| 2:45 pm |
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| Tuesday, December 1st, 2009 |
| 5:25 pm |
Wordle  Why the obsession with violet? Current Mood: pensiveCurrent Music: Bob Dylan—The Times Are A-Changin' |
| Saturday, November 21st, 2009 |
| 7:04 pm |
Japanese Word of the Day 迷路炎【めいじえん】(meijien) labyrinthitis 迷路 (meiro) maze 迷 — confuse, lead astray (O'Neill 781) 路 — road, route (O'Neill 677) 炎 — flame, postfix indicating inflammatory disease (O'Neill 1727) Current Mood: lazyCurrent Music: Tangerine Dream—The Call |
| Sunday, November 8th, 2009 |
| 1:01 am |
Villains
Good discussion of villains at Slacktivist's latest Left Behind post, particulalrly here. The thing that ties all these villains together is that they have a clear effect, not just on the opinions or allegiances or ideologies of those around them, but on their personalities. Their children are mentally ill; their followers are self-destructive; their chosen friends are callous and irresponsible. Being around them harms people. (Kit Whitfield) Current Mood: coldCurrent Music: Queen—Another One Bites the Dust |
| Saturday, November 7th, 2009 |
| 10:40 pm |
Book Covers
A couple of scans I did tonight. Two classic Penguin SF covers by Alfred Chesterman: The Demolished Man and Tiger! Tiger! (aka. The Stars My Destination)
Current Mood: coldCurrent Music: Sinn Sisamouth - Srolanh Srey Touch "I Love Petite Girl" |
| Friday, October 30th, 2009 |
| 8:10 pm |
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| Wednesday, October 28th, 2009 |
| 10:59 pm |
Mental Note
Don't start to write something 40 minutes before I'm due to go off to fencing club if I don't want to be an hour late. (How did that happen, anyway?) Current Mood: confusedCurrent Music: Ting Tings—Shut Up & Let Me Go |
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| Saturday, October 24th, 2009 |
| 10:26 pm |
In the Fight
A beautiful picture I saw over at the Life site:  Women fighting fires at Pearl Harbor, 1941. Gallery here. Current Mood: sleepy |
| Tuesday, October 20th, 2009 |
| 8:01 pm |
IAT '08 pix Finally put up the pictures from the International Air Tattoo from last year. That was the one that got called off due to heavy rain flooding the car parks. However, the aircraft were already there, and others were booked to attend, so they turned up, and some actually did some routines for the spectators who turned up anyway. At right, a B-1B arrives at Fairford. Link to the set here. Current Mood: bouncyCurrent Music: John Williams — Airplane Fight | Powered by Last.fm |
| Monday, October 19th, 2009 |
| 1:47 am |
Empire Dreams
In a thread about Your favourite Star Wars movies I produced this: In my dreams, the Ewoks are chameleoid lizards with inscrutable expressions and the ability to hide from the Empire in plain sight. Their wood and stone weapons are expertly worked, looking like weapons from a real culture instead of the 'Hollywood primitive' aesthetic where every bit of wood is bent and gnarly and tied together with vines that are apparently still growing. The first meeting with the rebels is filled with menace as the expressionless lizards drop their camouflage and emerge from the forest's gloom. As is the moment when they attack the Empire's installation, when a thousand lizards reveal themselves on the Empire's doorstep, bearing the weapons they have stolen from the Clone Troopers and kept in reserve until that moment.
That movie I'd place above Empire, but since it doesn't exist, Empire gets my vote. Current Mood: geekyCurrent Music: John Williams—Imperial March |
| Monday, September 28th, 2009 |
| 7:30 pm |
That Arthur Dent feeling
Walking home from the library this evening, walking into the brassy sunset, the sky a deepening blue above, a Chinese love song seguing into Jean Michel Jarre on my iPod; I felt I could let go of the Earth and slip into the sky.... Current Mood: elatedCurrent Music: Jean Michel Jarre—Ron's Piece |
| Thursday, September 17th, 2009 |
| 2:07 pm |
An Infinite Number of Dan Browns A mysterious cipher whose key is somewhere in Boston.A murderous cult determined to protect it.A desperate race to uncover the Daughters of the American Revolution's darkest secret.The Forgotten MarkWhen world-famous Harvard symbologist Robert Langdon is summoned to Paul Revere's grave to analyze a mysterious geometric form—imprinted on a gold ring lying next to the disfigured form of the head docent—he discovers evidence of the unthinkable: the resurgence of the ancient cult of the Diablonistas, a secret branch of the Daughters of the American Revolution that has surfaced from the shadows to carry out its legendary vendetta against its mortal enemy, the Vatican. Langdon's worst fears are confirmed when a messenger from the Diablonistas appears at the Arnold Arboretum to deliver a grim ultimatum: Turn over the archbishop, or one cherub will disappear from the Sistine Chapel every day. With only three days to foil their plot, Langdon joins forces with the statuesque and charming daughter of the murdered docent in a desperate bid to crack the code that will reveal the cult's secret plan. Embarking on a frantic hunt, Langdon and his companion follow a 900-year-old trail through Boston's most historic statues and sacred libraries, pursued by a rented assassin the cult has sent to thwart them. What they discover threatens to expose a conspiracy that goes all the way back to Susan B. Anthony and the very founding of the Daughters of the American Revolution. Dan Brown Plot Generator Current Mood: hungryCurrent Music: Good Technology—The Red Guitars |
| 3:47 am |
Out in Africa
Still five days left of the Out in Africa Gay & Lesbian Film Festival in Cape Town, if anybody happens to be in that neck of the woods. The reason I'm blogging this is because some whatever-they-call-unpleasant-people-in-S outh-Africa tore down all 700 of the nice posters that were put up for the festival, which was a most uncivilised action. So I thought I'd add a little more weight to their site in the search-engine rankings, just a little.  Seen in boingboing. Current Mood: quixoticCurrent Music: Paul Simon—Under African Skies |
| Tuesday, September 15th, 2009 |
| 2:21 pm |
Charity Appeal for the Unappealing
Reminded by PZ Myers' recent blog about excarnation (warning: the blog links to a NSFW site (I mean besides the vultures)), by coincidence having just reread Neil Gaiman's Petrafax's Story in Vol 8 of The Sandman, I looked up how India's vultures are doing these days. The answer is "not well". A few years ago, the authorities in India were alarmed by the swift die-back of India's vulture populations. At the time, they were looking for a mysterious virus or bacteria that could overcome the vulture's hardy immune system, or some continent-wide pollutant that might be adversely affecting them. The culprit turned out to be diclofenac, or Voltaren, an anti-inflammatory drug widely used on humans and cattle. Vultures feeding on the carcasses of cattle (or humans) who had been treated with the drug would suffer acute renal failure and die. Since the drug was widely used (it's since been banned for use in India), and feeding on only one so-treated carcass could kill a whole flock of vultures, this led to an astounding 97% crash in all Indian vulture populations, and 99.9% in certain species. Let me just rephrase that, in the space of only a few years, vulture populations crashed to one-thirtieth of their previous levels, with some species dropping to one-thousandth.Why this is bad: well, the ecology, man. More specifically, with one major carrion-eater effectively vanished from the Indian ecology, the slack is being taken up by the next most populous carrion-eater, the dog. A rise in the wild dog population that will come from this will almost certainly lead to problems down the line, as dogs aren't just carrion-eaters but also pack hunting carnivores. This will impact on cattle and on humans. I'm sure your imagination can fill in the grisly details. India does not need another 10 million feral dogs. Now, vultures aren't the most photogenic animals out there. They aren't as majestic as whales, definitely not as cute as pandas, and their table manners, well, let's not dwell on them. They are ugly and they do an ugly job, by our lights. But it's a necessary job and they do it well. The RSPB have a vulture appeal to help breed more vultures. I predict that it will not raise a lot of money, because of the aforementioned ugliness. But despite that, if you have a dollar or two to spare it might do relatively more good here than in many other places. Just a suggestion. Ugly animals need love, too. Click the link to send them some money. |
| Saturday, August 29th, 2009 |
| 9:29 pm |
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| Friday, August 14th, 2009 |
| 10:45 pm |
Ouch!
I have a nasty black bruise on my left index finger knuckle from where a fencing sabre tapped it last Wednesday. (How the devil did he hit it when it was behind my back?) Current Music: Californication—Red Hot Chillipeppers |