Riding the Scree

The rocks are tumbling all around me.

Friday, January 26, 2007

Atheism In Science Fiction

Science fiction is an existential metaphor that allows us to explore the human condition. Isaac Asimov once said, "Individual science fiction stories may seem as trivial as ever to the blinded critics and philosophers of today, but the core of science fiction, its essence, has become crucial to our salvation, if we are to be saved at all."
-from the 200th episode of Stargate SG-1

Found an interesting article about religion (or the lack thereof) in science fiction, especially the subgenre of hard science fiction at Science Fiction Observer. It's far from comprehensive, but not a bad springboard for further thought and discussion.

A few general observations of mine (I'm sure I'll elaborate at later dates):

Battlestar Galactica
, for example, combines hard sci-fi with mythic religious overtones (and something darn close to Zionism even).

Stargate SG-1 explains ancient myth and religion as derived from alien encounters, and does as much as it can to debunk "false gods" but also admits that there's a higher plane of existence, a means of spiritual ascendence (though they tragically make it appear to be a product of evolution, which is a little goofy).

And, despite five TV series and 10 movies... despite showing and hinting at religious and mythic beliefs in many alien cultures, never once was there a Christmas Episode of Star Trek. What's up with that? I guess Baby Jesus lost WWIII.

And then there's sci-fi and religion's most infamous merging...


Don't get me started.

Which Sci-Fi/Fantasy Character Are You?

Try this personality test! I'm Galadriel, an Elf Queen in Tolkien's Middle Earth. Not exactly Han Solo, but waay better than a hobbit!


Which Fantasy/SciFi Character Are You?

UNPLEASANT EVENT SCHEDULE

Poetry is a lot like religion. One of those things that can be wonderful in theory, but in practice... well, even the most well-meaning folks can make some pretty awful things happen.

That being said, I've stumbled accross a literary website that features mostly poetry and experimental prose that I really enjoy. They call themselves Unpleasant Event Schedule. I'm not saying I love everything in the archives, but the whole site has a nice feel to it.... from the uncluttered pages to the totally rad stock images stolen from the long-defunct Dynamite magazine (see a lovely sample below). I like it. If you happen to dig poetry or experimental short fiction, check it out. Even if for no other reason than to find out where the name comes from.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Yeah, yeah... I watched American Idol


Randy's put the weight back on, Paula remains drunk and/or on pills, Simon's not being rude (but...). And Seacrest seems a little more distant than usual. He's doing the scene, but still thinking about the fluffer, if you know what I mean.

We DVRed four hours and watched them all in a row, and we'll keep watching all damn season until I'm all emotionally invested and getting weepy about the backstory clips (how DARE they put a crack baby on this season!)

I'm just lashing out, because I know if I ever tried out (I could pass for 28! I could!), I'd be one of those "special friendship" guys after some semi-retarded guy decides I look approachable and I don't want to obviously distance myself from him/it while the cameras are rolling. And the judges would tell us not to be down about it, but singing wasn't really our thing, and we'd be understanding ('cause we're used to disappointment and not ever winning or feeling like we belong) and we'd walk off, patting each other's shoulders and maybe stumbling a little, tripping over a patch of nothing on the sidewalk. He'd pick his butt and I'd bang my hip on a fire hydrant. And I don't even like the guy that much, this special friend I met while on this once-in-a-lifetime audition. And he keeps calling me for WEEKS afterwards, and one time shows up at my house, because he took the wrong bus and ended up in North Carolina instead of the Goodwill Store next to his Nana's neighbor's house. Jesus dude, every time I see you, every time you call, it just reminds me of the way those stupid jerk judges treated me! Like I wasn't even human!

Fuck you, Simon! I AM special, and you ARE just jealous. I AM a good singer- a great singer, and I won't give up on my dream, not now! Not ever! So why don't you just go back to England, cause I don't hear you singing any number one single song!

.... or maybe they'd just take me if I pretended I was a GI. They're doing well this season.

Creatolution

I don't subscribe to Creationism in any way other than a highly metaphorical mythical way. I think there's a definite value in recognizing creation stories, and I have yet to find a creation story that I'm not fascinated by. But there are also pitfalls built into any creation story. These are the stories that define us, these are the stories we enact as we go about our bidness.

The thing is this: I don't feel like any of these stories is mine.

I don't feel like my great great great.... etc. grandparents were actually in a place called Eden and kicked out and denied entry by an angel with a flaming sword. Nor do I feel rabidly protective of evolution (I see great apes and chimps as intelligent, social and somehow my kindred- but this isn't contingent us having a common ancestry, it's more an expression of empathy for my fellow earthlings). I'm not saying the science is bad or inacurate, it just doesn't tell me everything I need to know about who/what/why/when/where I am, not any more than the first chapter of Genesis does.

Daniel Quinn has some interesting thoughts on the the way we enact our stories, and the 19-20th century American philosophical movement called Pragmatism had a very consequence-based way of looking at belief. They argued that what is ultimately true is what contributes the most good over the longest time. The critical difference between the two is that Quinn seems to look for what benefits the community (in a very broad sense) over the individual and William James (to name a particular pragmatist) looked more at the benefit of the individual over the community. Of course, James is coming from a Christian POV, Quinn is not (and in Christianity the single greatest thing you can do is save yourself!).

Anyway. I've digruss. My friend David recently posted about Creationism vs. Evolution and it got me thinking. I find it fascinating that in modern American discourse those are the 2 only options. Of course there's Intelligent Design... but that's just Creationism sans Bible. Removing the disputable recorded details doesn't validate it. It's like saying someone died on a cross to absolve our sins, but it wasn't Jesus, that's crazy! (And not all our design is all that intelligent, why would squids get eyes without blind spots, while we have to hallucinate the contents of a big hole where our nerves and blood vessels connect).

The problem is that we've created this enormo schizm between religion and science, while treating these two (and only these 2) as the possible literal, objective, indisputable truths. Or at least those who define the conflicts of our culture have created this dispute. I honestly think most people just phone in these sort of questions. They're centrists. They're not gonna stop eating pork after reading Deuteronomy, but their not measuring the beaks of swallows in their backyards either.

Honestly, it's all sort of the same. These are just stories. Yes, even science. Stories of a certain language, for a certain purpose, with a certain type of wisdom. These are just models, folks, ideas. Thoughts. Some are repeatable, some are quantifiable. A human life, however, is not. So these science stories ain't gonna cover it all. We need more stories. And because we're actually acting out the ones we've been told longest, the ones that mean the most, the sneakiest ones that we might not even know we're hearing anymmore... we need to make sure they're good ones. Because our creation stories aren't really about how WE have been created, but about what we are in the process of creating.




And that ain't no lie.

The End Is Slightly More Nigh

The Doomsday Clock has been moved up 2 minutes. We are now at five minutes to midnight... where midnight means nuclear war and where minutes are somewhat arbitrary and meaningless and move back and forth like we're knee-deep in a Star-Trekish temporal anomaly.

This higgledy-piggledy up is expressed in the chart below.



I've decided to devise a Doomsday Calendar system, where February 17, 1992 is the Final Day Of Our Meaningless Existence. (Relatively sure this was one of the projected doomsdates of the Seventh Day Adventists. It is also my sister's birthday).

In my system, we are now at May 4, 2019, having shot right past D-Day. But at the drop of the geo-political hat, we could slingshot back in time to August 1, 1988, merely a few years away from total nuclear annihilation. Then forward to September 20, 1990, then back to April 8, 1963. Next thing you know, North Korea wags a 20-kiloton warhead at us and we're there, February 12, 1992. 5 Days. Just a work-week away from total mutual assured destruction. (Which is no longer necessarily mutual, assured, nor is the destruction likely total.)

It could happen. Keep your noses clean, kids. Jesus is on his way and he looooves new-ku-ler radiation.

Keeps him nice 'n sterile.

NONREQUIRED... but certainly recommended



For my birthday last year, Stephanie gave me a copy of the 2004 edition of The Best American Nonrequired Reading. Since then, I've picked up the 2003 edition and now the 2006 edition. I'm hooked. There's great fiction, essays, news, fake news, blog excerpts, and all kinds of great stuff in it- even the full text of the Iraqi constitution. Stuff that you'll never come across in a classroom or stuffy literary quarterly, but absolutely compelling, funny, fascinating, and all over the map. From big name publications like Rolling Stone and the New Yorker, to broadcasts from This American Life and The Daily Show, to small quality websites like Hobart. Highly varied, it's just damn good reading.

Since its creation five years ago, the Nonrequired series has been edited by Dave Eggers, whose literary debut, a novelized memoir called "A Heartbreaking Tale of Staggering Genius" earned him enough dough to start McSweeney's (a quarterly journal as well as a hilarious website), and a number of philanthropic pursuits (including 828 Valencia, a writing lab for youth). It was also a finalist for the Pulitzer!

His latest book, "What is the What" is also amazing, but for so many reasons that I'll have to make it a separate future post.

Also, the intro this year is by Matt Groening of Simpsons, Futurama and Life In Hell fame. Past intros have been written by Viggo Mortenson (The King of Gondor himself!) and some other great folks.

If you're looking for a great read and don't mind a pretty random selection, pick up or check out one of these volumes today!

In Memorium: Warm As Yellow


Sad news. He finally stopped eating completely and was already underweight, so we decided it was time to put Yellow Dog to sleep, instead of letting him starve to death.

He wandered up to Nisha in a parking lot about 5 years ago and has been with us ever since. We were at least his 2nd home, or so it would seem- somebody went to a lot of trouble trying to mend a badly broken leg (and possibly some spinal trauma) several years before we found him.




The leg has never worked great since we've known him, but he didn't let it slow him down until near the end. He was an enthusiastic pup, even at his ripe old age. Bowling us over and slurping at us. A very sweet boy, despite his sad history.

I think he can be summed up perfectly in the first verse of a Mazzy Star song called, fittingly, Bright As Yellow:

And you live life with
your arms reached out
eye to eye when speaking
Enter rooms with great joy, shouts
Happy to be meeting
And bright bright
Bright as Yellow
Warm as Yellow


He is missed.



But not by the kitties.