Not Dead, Only Sleeping

Bruce Sterling recently announced that blogs are going to be dead in 10 years. Elsewhere, the BBC reports that there are 200 million dead blogs. While I have no intention of joining their ranks, you may have noticed that it’s been a bit … quiet here recently. It’s been a hell of a year so far, and things are likely to continue to be a bit insane. So the hiatus here will probably continue for the time being…

I am, however, going to kick off a new writing-related project fairly soon on a new website and will announce it here (and elsewhere) when it gets going! So watch this space.

Åcon

I have neglected to mention that I’m the UK agent for Åcon — so anybody from the UK interested in going there should get in touch!

Come with us to Åcon, the first Finnish hotel con!

The first Finnish hotel con (in English!) and at the same time the first ever con to be held in Åland will take place 17-20 May 2007 in Mariehamn, at Hotel Adlon.

Almost all of the hotel’s 54 rooms are booked for con participants, so our membership goal is around 100 attending members.

The guest of honour of Åcon will be the Scottish author Hal Duncan. Since our members aren’t only from Finland, the whole of the Åcon programming will be in English.

The Åcon membership fee is 20 EUR. Accommodation in the hotel in double rooms costs 150EUR per person (17-20 May; three nights inc. breakfast). With an extra bed in a room, the cost is 120 EUR per person.

The easiest way to get to Mariehamn from Finland or Sweden is with our specially negotiated cruiseferry prices: 10 EUR return from Stockholm or Turku, or 20 EUR Turku-Mariehamn-Helsinki.

For more information about memberships, room bookings and everything else to do with Åcon, see our website at http://acon.wordpress.com.

Åcon is organised by:

Eemeli Aro

Jukka Halme

Ben Roimola

Tero Ykspetäjä

Open Questions

For a long time, the physics part of my brain has been fast asleep. But I had an idle moment recently, and decided to have a look at the recent issues John Baez’s excellent column, This Week’s Finds in Mathematical Physics. Baez — a mathematical physicist specialising in quantum gravity and category theory — has been a very visible figure in the physics and maths communities online for years, and is known for his prodigious output both as an expositor and a researcher. He has the rare ability to explain often extremely abstract concepts in very concrete terms. (His student Derek Wise seems to have inherited this ability — I read his recent paper and finally understood Cartan connections in terms of hamsters inside rolling spheres.)

I highly recommend his site to anyone looking for a quick introduction to almost any topic related to modern mathematical physics from general relativity to topos theory. The SF fans here may also be amused by the fact that Baez has collaborated on a couple of papers with the Australian AI of SF, Greg Egan.

One of the gems on his site is the page Open Questions in Physics, the Frequently Unanswered Questions of hard science. The big one is, of course, the riddle of quantum gravity, but Baez lists many less well known ones as well, such as sonoluminescence. Baez gives an especially lucid treatment of the open problems in cosmology and particle physics, with many references. Definitely worth checking out if you want to get a clear picture of modern physics in terms of what we don’t know.

My favourite open physics puzzle is actually somewhat less grandiose — namely, the so-called Brazil nut effect and its even more puzzling reverse. Basically, the question is why the biggest particles end up on top when a granular material containing a mixture of objects of different sizes is shaken. In spite of the huge practical importance of this problem (related granular flow effects cause grain silo collapses), no one has yet produced a satisfactory explanation of this, which strikes me as wonderfully bizarre. This one, at least, won’t be cracked by LHC

Daily Dose of Future Shock, Courtesy Of Warren Ellis

For a moment, I thought this was a scene from a SF novel written by a bastard child of Charlie Stross, Cory Doctorow and Karl Schroeder.

“You’ve been invaded,” someone said to me as I materialised on Integral Bay. The minimap radar showed a cluster of pings on the Bay’s frontage, among the flying machines I leave out there for people’s free use. “You’ve been invaded” never sounds good on Second Life. It usually means that a gang of sex ducks are making giant bendy penises frolic around to the tune of “Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy.” Out on the frontage, a team of mutant Elvises — Elvii? — are stamping around and waving banners. They appear to be celebrating the formation of the First Second Life Church Of Elvis. The broad flags depict that wonderful old photo of Nixon shaking hands with Elvis. They’re all discussing their last few appearances — or, more to the point, the last few places they got ejected from. I take a photo of them, and they give me one of their flags. I plant it on the frontage by the main steps. For a moment, I am their friend, accepted into the spangly bosom of the Church. Then the disappointment sinks in. They’re not going to be ejected from my land. They are, in fact, welcome. Something has clearly gone badly wrong. I teleport out again, leaving a huddle of subdued, slightly confused Elviseseses.

Actually, it’s real life. Or at least Second Life.

Man. I’m 28, and I feel old.

I am Alfred Bester

I am:
Alfred Bester
A pyrotechnic talent who put only a small portion of his energy into writing.

This test everybody has been doing is pretty cool, and I was pleased with the result. I consider Stars My Destination to be one of my favorite science fiction novels of all time. I’m not sure if the “small portion of his energy” bit is a good sign, though.

Kevin Smith on writing Superman

I really didn’t think that much of Superman Returns. I mean, is a camp bald guy with a couple of goons and a ditzy girlfriend really a proper arch-nemesis for a guy who can lift continents? (The bald guy’s comic-book incarnation is, of course, but that’s another story.)

Anyway, one of the more entertaining elements of Superman Returns is its incredibly convoluted production history. At one point, Kevin Smith developed a draft script for Warner Brothers. I remember reading it a while back and wondering why the hell Brainiac had a gay robot sidekick. Well, Kevin Smith explains why and more in an excellent interview floating around on YouTube. One of the funniest “behind the scenes” stories I’ve ever heard. (via Geek Savant).

Words of Birth and Death reviewed at Tangent Online

Tangent Online has a very nice review of my chapbook. Paul Jessup makes me blush.

Do Sheep Shrink in the Rain?

The Yuletide madness is almost upon us, and if you are after some fun and educational stocking filler, you could do worse than Do Sheep Shrink in the Rain, a book published by the dynamic young company 82ASK. 82ASK basically provides answers to any question via SMS, costing a pound, and the book collects 500 of the most bizarre questions they’ve been asked so far. Both the business model and the book itself are interesting, and the collection of bizarre trivia serves both as entertainment and an insight into the problems that trouble the UK public.

For a sampler, check out The Sun Online’s article on the book, or get the whole thing from Amazon.

(Caveat: While I don’t personally work for 82ASK, I’m good friends with people who do… but the book is good fun nevertheless!)

So, do they? Well:

It requires both water AND heat to make wool shrink; that coupled with natural oils in the wool prevent sheep from shrinking in the rain.

Man Travels to India, Plays Golf

In our series of long-forgotten posts: a while back I read The World Is Flat: A Brief History of the Twenty-First Century by the three-time Pulitzer prize-winning journalist Thomas Friedman. The book was recommended to me by several people, and it did turn out to be very thought-provoking reading. The book is Friedman’s account of the process of globalisation in the 21st century, driven by a phenomenon he calls flattening: the replacement of traditional hierarchies with world-wide supply chains and the increasing empowerment of individuals by new technologies.

Friedman’s tale is illustrated with accounts of his travels all over the world and personal encounters with a variety of people, both the creators and inhabitants of the flat new world. He also has a message, mainly aimed at Americans but certainly relevant to anybody affected by outsourcing: evolve or get left behind.

… a country must be willing to think beyond the tribal concept of “me, my brother, and my cousin against the outsider” to “me and my brother and my cousin, three friends from childhood, four people in Australia, two in Beijing, six in Bangalore, three from Germany and four people we’ve met only over the Internet all make up a single global supply chain.”

In Friedman’s opinion, we are now in the third stage of the process of globalisation. According to his definition of globalisation, stage one was colonialism, when nation states started worrying about their role in the emerging global marketplace. Globalisation 2.0 arrived with the emergence of multinational companies. And today everybody has to think of themselves as global players, or at least affected by pretty much everyone else.

It’s an interesting thesis, and at least for me the best parts of the book are the ones where Friedman tries to make it concrete, by hanging out in Mumbai or China and talking to young people working in call centres or or trying to get a visa to the U.S. Unfortunately, Friedman then loses sight of the globalisation-of-individuals idea and concentrates on mapping out the vast supply chains of big companies like Dell with obvious glee (although it is interesting to learn that making a Dell laptop involves 700 separate companies in 14 countries). Somewhat spookily, Friedman brings up Wal-Mart with their sinister data centers as an example of a successfully flat organisation

I’m not sure flattening is quite the right word for what is happening (although flattening of hierarchies is certainly a part of it) — it’s more about getting squashed, networked, woven together and so on. In fact, increased interdependence — a word which I heard Bill Clinton use at a talk he gave in Glasgow some months ago — describes the whole thing pretty well. It might almost be more appropriate to say that the world has gotten rounder. Although as Friedman argues, you can fall off the edges of the flat world if you don’t make yourself what he calls non-fungible – specialised, adapted to a particular local niche and immune to replacement by somebody in a call centre on the other side of the globe. In other words, be a brain surgeon, or (perhaps not for long, one hopes) a writer…

It is easy to take potshots at Friedman’s book, and many people have done so. Guardian reviewer Richard Adams compares Friedman’s optimism to a kind of fundamentalism displayed by Alden Pyle in Graham Greene’s The Quiet American. His “Dell Theory” of conflict prevention (no two countries which belong to the Dell supply chain have ever been at war) certainly fails under closer scrutiny. As Siddharth Varadarajan observes, investment relations have never prevented countries from fighting each other:

Mira Wilkins’s pioneering work on international investment before 1914 and between the two World Wars, for example, has shown that trans-oceanic flows of capital were significant even then. U.S. companies invested hugely in Nazi Germany: General Motors bought a stake in Opel and Standard Oil of New Jersey had an alliance with IG Farben.

ITT - as Anthony Sampson documented in The Sovereign State of ITT — not only took a stake in Focke-Wulf, the German firm which made bombers, but managed to win $ 27 million in compensation in the 1960s for damage inflicted on its share of the Focke-Wulf plant by Allied bombs during the war. Nor was inter-war globalisation restricted to goods alone.

There was outsourcing of services too. “Specialized banks, law firms, and trading companies that focused on opening the German market to U.S. capital sprang up on both sides of the Atlantic,” notes Christopher Simpson in The Splendid Blond Beast: Money, Law and Genocide in the 20th Century (Grove Press, 1993). None of this prevented Hitler from starting World War II. The reason this theory is so important to Friedman is because “supply chaining” (as exemplified by Dell) is one of 10 “flatteners” — recent developments that have made the world “flat”.

Friedman would surely argue that this is still Globalisation 2.0, though, and things have changed since, but it again makes me think that he should have focused more on the effects of “glocalisation” on individual lives rather than sweeping historical trends and glorification of giant corporations.

The title of this post comes from a much harsher review than mine, namely Matt Taibbi’s, who summarises Friedman’s book as:

“Man travels to India, plays golf, sees Pizza Hut billboard, listens to Indian CEO mutter small talk, writes 470-page book reversing the course of 2000 years of human thought.”

It’s pretty accurate if unfair. But you should still read The World is Flat: it has plenty of hyperbole, but it’s an important book.

Words of Birth and Death

I had a proud moment some weeks ago when my chapbook (Words of Birth and Death, published by Bloc Press) was launched at the Edinburgh Independent Radical Book Fair, together with Andrew Wilson’s The Terminal Zone and a new issue of Naked Punch Review edited by Jacopo Moroni. And now UK SF Book News has a nice promotional piece on the two books.

“Finns are a contradictory people,” said Rajaniemi. “A young nation, we have created one of the most successful welfare states in the world and live surrounded by beautiful, unspoiled nature. Yet we have one of the highest suicide rates in the world: there is an undercurrent of darkness in the Finnish psyche that echoes the seemingly endless Northern winter.

“And - as Johanna Sinisalo mentions in her introduction in the chapbook - in spite of our technological prowess and secular nature, few other Western nations are so close to their native mythologies as the Finns. If you listen carefully enough, there are deep, old voices singing underneath the cheerful Nokia ringtones.”

You can find the chapbooks at Transreal Fiction or order them through Word Power Books. So what are you waiting for?