In the tradition of the Pendulum

Turandot seeks a word:

Ah, I’m looking for a word meaning “someone who changes his explanation as needed to cover his precarious dignity, if not his ass”… Pathological liar? Obfuscator? Pompous blowhard? No, doesn’t quite convey it…I know! Care to make one up for me?

I’m thinking gravindicovaricator might suit. Although perhaps mutapostobvolvator does a better job of indicating the posterior-covering aspect, with, naturally, mutapostobvulvatrix representing the Sisterhood specimens pushing their dogma.

Although I still fail to see how either would possibly apply to this:

P1: “It’s vox populi, stupid! Ha ha, you’re so dumb!”
Vox: “Popoli is Italian.” Kind of like Day is English.

P2: “Popoli is bad Italian grammar! Ha ha, you’re so dumb!”
Vox: “Yes, so? I chose Popoli over Populi because there are hundreds, if not thousands, of things called Vox Populi.” In addition to the fact that mixing Latin and Italian throws the whole grammar thing out the window, grammar plays no role in a nominal title.

P3: “You’re changing your explanation! I’m angry because I can’t say ‘ha ha, you’re so dumb!'”
Vox: “I gave two different answers to two different questions. They do not contradict each other.”

And I have now spent 10x more time typing this up than I did in thinking about the blog name.


Can’t argue there

Derb on science fiction:

If a great novel is written in the sci-fi idiom, it is at once de-categorized as “sci fi” and re-categorized as “mainstream.” What is “Brave New World,” if not sci-fi? You don’t see it in sci-fi catalogs, though. Even Vonnegut’s sci-fi isn’t sci-fi (mostly) — it’s too well thought of (though not by me).

Sci fi is by definition a low category of literature. A really good novel is by definition mainstream… even if it’s sci-fi.

And in a way, this is right and just. After all, sci-fi readers aren’t looking for high literary merit, and don’t want it, or at any rate don’t much care whether it’s present or not. (Though it is NOT the case that they wouldn’t know it if they saw it. Lots of them — of us — would. It’s just that we don’t always want it.) What a sci-fi reader, in sci-fi-reading mode, wants, is, to quote Isaac Asimov, “those crazy ideas.” At the heart of every sci-fi story is a really cool idea. “Wow! Just imagine! What if…” If it comes attached to literary excellence, as it occasionally does, that’s really neither here not there.

Greatest sci-fi writer of the 20C: Robert A. Heinlein, by a mile.

I have a few theories of my own with regards to why science fiction and fantasy are, deservedly, literary ghettos. Here’s a selection from my essay entitled C.S. LEWIS AND THE PROBLEM OF RELIGION IN SCIENCE FICTION AND FANTASY which will appear in Ben Bella’s forthcoming Narnia anthology.

While character development in science fiction has improved dramatically of late, it is still only the exceptional work that manages to transcend the genre and break out of the ghetto. The disdain for character left a mark on the genre which lasts to this day. Almost to a man, the writers of the Golden Age were secular humanists, and they felt as strongly about the deleterious effects of religion on collective human development as did Sigmund Freud with regards to the individual. Their antipathy towards all forms of traditional religion in favor of a dogmatic faith in the scientific method cast science fiction into an artistic ghetto from which it has not yet even begun to escape….

While sufficient evidence exists to reject the idea that only a true believer is capable of writing accurately about his faith, it is true that presenting a reasonable and believable image of a religious individual presents a greater challenge to one who has no experience of such strange beings and therefore lacks even the most basic information about them. One would not expect one who knows nothing of math beyond addition and subtraction to write a convincing portrayal of calculus, after all. And while one may no more believe in aliens than in Jesus Christ, a survey of the current literature suggests that far more thought typically goes into depictions of the former than into those who profess to believe in the latter.

Compare, for example, the vast difference between the guilt-racked seducer of Hawthorne’s “The Scarlet Letter” and the foam-flecked fundamentalists that haunt mediocre short stories in Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine like clockwork cartoon bogeymen. Is it any wonder that the science fiction and fantasy writer’s pretense to literary status is scoffed at by those familiar with Dostoevsky, Goethe, and Tolstoy?

I write this, of course, as one quite content to be playing on the dirt floor of one of the ghetto’s less palatial residences. And speaking of which, this is apparently going to be that upon which the book should not be judged.


On flaming swords

I had a pretty good time during this photo shoot. The Star Tribune was doing a story on my fantasy fiction and a day after a three-hour interview with the Arts and Entertainment writer at the downtown Dunn Bros, I got a phone call from one of the paper’s photographers.

After an exchange of pleasantries, he asked me if my characters, you know, do anything interesting. I said, I don’t know, I would hope so… anyhow there’s angels and demons and some whacking each other with flaming swords, that sort of thing.

“Flaming swords? Awesome!” Then a brief pause. “I don’t know how to say this, but, um, what do you look like?”

I told him that if he was worried that I was a chubby guy with glasses and a goatee, that wasn’t a problem. He was delighted and told me to come on down to the paper, bring a sword if I had one, and we’d set some stuff on fire. Now, if you want to freak out the front desk reception, I can assure you that walking into the lobby of a major metropolitan newspaper with a shaved head, wearing a black suit, black overcoat, black gloves, black shades and carrying a four-foot sword will do the trick.

Fortunately, the photographer arrived before the security guards called the police and we headed to the studio, which was filled with all sorts of flammable material. He’d acquired a few swords from a place affiliated with the SCA, and after some debate we selected a completely impractical monster. After covering it with flamepaste, he was about to light it when I asked what I was supposed to do if something caught on fire, if we had a fire extinguisher or anything.

“Oh, one of those guys who plans ahead, I see.” There wasn’t an extinguisher, but we did find a giant barrel of sand in the room so we figured that would do. I can’t say that I didn’t think it would be a tremendous accomplishment to burn down the Star and Sickle’s HQ, but I manfully resisted the temptation and we did the pictures… if I look like I’m concentrating on something, it’s because I was occupied with dodging the flamepaste that’s dripping off the sword the whole time.

Unfortunately, the writer moved to a New York newspaper before completing the story so it never ran. The photographer was so pleased with the pictures that he sent me a few of them, of which this is one. As for me, I’m just happy he didn’t want to strap me into a pair of Victoria’s Secret wings wearing nothing but a white thong.


Mailvox: equines and equalitarians

As Chris writes, one detects the faint drumming of undead hooves in the distance:

Actually, you mentioned it [the Electrolyte deal] again with regard to a “mailvox” before bringing up anything regarding the Pandagon thread. And you’d do far better to argue that you mentioned it with far less frequency prior to last week… except now you’re apparently running for SFWA president, which doesn’t strike me as the action of a guy who’s over it. (Or perhaps that was a rather poor attempt at humor, in which case you might want to work on that aspect of your writing a bit more.)

In either case, it was a response to someone else bringing it up, Chris. And if you think my running for the SFWA presidency isn’t funny, well, you wouldn’t seem to know much about that organization’s voting crowd or how they have to scrounge around in order to find people to run for office. What’s really funny is that there is a remote possibility that the non-voting majority just might be amused enough to pay attention and throw out the busy-bodies who run the show with such elan and incompetence.

First, I don’t think they have to be much, much lower. To spend the time required to write a book about a particular subject, one usually has to have an unusually high level of interest in it.

True, but, while “hard” sf novels contain physics (or other types of “hard” science) they are not in and of themselves science. The amount of scientific understanding needed to write hard SF is at the college level, if not lower – Niven was a dropout, for instance. If you’re saying women can’t write hard SF because they can’t “hack” the science, then you’re basically implying that their science ability is much, much lower than that of men.

Although we’ve been using it as a reasonable approximate, a college degree is not the only indicator of inclination or ability. I would say that Niven is an extraordinary exception, except there is no shortage of college dropouts among the true innovators of science – an subject for another time. However, I’m not implying that women’s science ability and inclination is much lower than men, I’m outright stating it. It is becoming increasingly clear that education (or the lack of it) does not account for the differences between the sexes that the equalitarians believed it would; women now receive more college degrees than men and yet do not apply for patents, start technology companies or make scientific discoveries in anywhere near the numbers that one would expect based on the number of women holding relevant degrees.

Is the inclination societal or genetic? Well, historically, women have not been in the forefront of technological or scientific exploration in any human society of which I am aware. Given the many vast differences between these societies, this would appear to suggest that the difference is not societal.

Except that virtually all of those societies put women in a position where they didn’t have the opportunity to do hardly anything outside the home. Add in the fact that “technological and scientific exploration” as we know it didn’t actually begin until a few hundred years ago (as a current reader of the Baroque Cycle should be well aware) then virtually the only data point we have to work is Western society. And, as I pointed out numerous times (but, golly, you pretty much completely ignored), the evidence is that when women are allowed to do work beyond the home, they’re able to do work at least on par with men in the vast majority of cases.

What a load of PC tripe! Women were in a position to do many, many things that they nevertheless didn’t do. What prevented a literate upper-class Greek or Roman woman from writing a history or a philosophical treatise, or, like Galen, poking about corpses? The existence of exceptional women like Murasaki Shikibu and Sappho indicates that there were no shortage of women who had the opportunity to contribute to the advancement of human knowledge, but simply didn’t. The dearth of female achievement in the scientific and artistic worlds today is simply an echo of this historical reality. As Camille Paglia points out, where are the great female rock guitarists? Why can’t any major pop singer but Beyonce write her own songs, much less produce her own music, while every two-bit garage band manages to come up with their own stuff, however awful?

For that matter what percentage of men went to college between the Enlightenment and whatever point you’d like to use as the establishment of the “generally egalitarian” society? And did those scions of the Eastern establishment actually provide the bulk of scientific advance in America during that time? Were gays historically repressed, and if so, how were they still able to offer more noteworthy contributions to the advancement of human knowledge despite there being so few of them, relatively speaking?

Also, stating that men and women work on par in the “vast majority of cases” is an assertion that is not only naked, it is actually less supported by the evidence than my original statement with which you’re taking exception.

A peer-reviewed environment is a necessity for all quantifiable, scientific questions. And given that you’re constantly throwing around anecdotal evidence with regard to this question, I certainly think a more rigorous environment would be welcome. And I think an examination of all possible facts and arguments is a necessity for any rational proposition, including the idea of equal rights. That kind of environment was in place in society as a whole during the past two centuries of the women’s rights movement – society considered the question, and overwhelmingly came to the conclusion that women are equal to men, and should be treated accordingly. But, again, that kind of environment is far from in evidence on your blog.

Now you’re losing it altogether. WHile I would certainly welcome a more rigorous examination of the question, arguing that equal rights was the result of a rational, peer-reviewed process or even societal consensus is ridiculous. Society certainly does not believe women are equal to men and our laws and organizational procedures overwhelmingly reflect this.

In that case, your ignorance of Sterling is unfortunate. Sterling’s at least as “hard” as anybody else on your list, in terms of intellectual rigor… but considering that he tends to undermine your assertion as to what “hard sf” is, and the ability of non-scientists to write it, I can see why you’d tend to want to ignore him.

I don’t “want to ignore” him, I’m simply admitting that he doesn’t belong on the hard SF list as defined by the book from which I took the definition.

Here’s the deal, VD: in the “rational debates” you seem so found of, the burden of proof tends to be on the party challenging the conventional wisdom. For example, if I claimed that an alien civilization was hiding from us on the far side of Pluto, and that to save the world we had to commit every resource available to go out there and kill them all, the burden of proof would be on me. Likewise, since you’re arguing something that’s generally abhorrent to most people, and would have vast implications for our generally egalitarian society, an argument that you can’t prove you’re right to any degree of certainty is really all I need.

The idea that women are not completely the same as men in every physical and mental way and that every difference is merely cultural is neither new nor generally abhorrent to most people. Given the vast amount of evidence that men have genetic advantages with regards to some things and women have genetic advantages with regards to others, the burden of proof still rests with the egalitarians. The reason that “Math is hard” Barbie upsets your crowd is that most men and women accept my point
of view even though it contradicts the official media-anointed worldview.

As for the generally egalitarian society, enjoy it while you can. As I’ve previously written, its structural weaknesses are such that it will have a shorter shelf life than communism. I find it more than a little ironic that the forward-thinkers of the SF-writing community have given so little thought to the probable demographic effects of the equalitarian policies they champion.


Mailvox: and they wonder

It is hoped that Jefe did better on the math section:

It’s interesting that you blockquoted a phrase about the Wonkette that doesn’t actually appear in either link that’s provided. Of course, some of those words show up, but not in the way you presented them. Surely a smart guy like you would know better.

What’s actually interesting is how willing some people are to make fools of themselves in a desperate attempt to somehow catch me out. The reason that I often tell my critics that they have reading comprehension problems is pretty simple. They often do.

Here’s the aforementioned phrase: “Anytime somebody builds a media empire, especially one that includes pornography, you assume the money is good, but in the Wonkette’s case, it isn’t. Her starting salary was $18,000 a year. (She’s getting bonuses now for increased traffic, but not much.)”

Here’s the link that was provided to the New York Times Magazine Copy everything between the quotes from the above phrase, then click on the link. Select Edit/Find and paste the whole thing in there. Click Find, and it will take you to the 16th paragraph. Why? Because it’s a direct quote from the piece.

Here’s a hint, kiddies. If you’re feeling the urge to sneer about something you think I should surely know, check again before you spout off. And if you still don’t see it, you may wish to try asking instead of accusing unless you’re really determined to look like an idiot.


Okay, this guy’s pretty funny

He’s no Dark Window, but The Poor Man does write quite the personal ad:

Name: Kung-Fu Cybertronic Jesus

Height: 9′ 5″, but deceptively far away

Weight: 225lbs. of sinewy muscle

Turn-ons: Jean-Claude van Damme movies; thinking about how awesome it’s going to be when I’m in heaven and everyone I hate is in Hell; ST:TNG season 4; women bruised, crying and humiliated at my deadly feet.

Turn-offs: Liberals, jews, liberal jews, fat chicks, heretics

About me: Sci-fi author, blogger, fighter, dreamer, do-er, lover. A true Rennaissance man, minus all that Gallileo nonsense. Very interested in women’s education, particularly such lessons as can be taught with a five punch combo or a reverse roundhouse kick.

About you: Christian, modest, traditional values. Must not be taller, smarter, funnier, more attractive, or rival me in any way whatsoever. It’s really best if you just stand behind me and say nothing. Best for us, and safer for you. Also, don’t try to get between me and Jesus, or it’s on. Seriously, my personal relationship with Jesus has turned my fists into lethal weapons, with a +12 bonus against uppity bitches. You know what? The hell with this. It would never work out between us. I need someone who respects me. Whore.

The thing I found interesting, other than the ad itself, is how the presumably liberal commenters are quick to assert how guns are more dangerous than unarmed combat. Which is true, but how many gun control freaks carry? And perhaps someone should explain to them that the mere act of studying the martial arts doesn’t render one completely incapable of using a firearm.

I also don’t understand why people get so strange about what they appear to consider macho posturing. Beating the hell out of each other is what happens in every fighting dojo in every city in America. It’s no big deal. When I meet a boxer, I expect to hear some stories about him punching people in the head and getting punched in the head. There’s not a whole lot else to talk about on the subject, is there?

Anyhow, one commenter did do me the service of pointing out that nobody gave the mother who asked any advice on martial arts schools. My fault. Here’s a few belated pointers:

1. Style isn’t that important for a beginner. You can always switch later.
2. Watch out for the belt factories. Ask how long it takes to get a black belt. If they give you a time – and especially if it’s two years or less – go somewhere else. A black belt indicates mastery, not time served.
3. The grappling styles are more useful. Both Aikido and jujitsu are good. Judo schools tend to get too sport focused, like their Tae Kwon Do counterparts in karate.
4. If you can find a school that mixes hard and soft, that’s often a good sign.
5. Make sure they spar with fairly heavy contact at least once a week.
6. When you visit, the students should be very respectful of their sensei but have genuine affection for him.


For the family of faith

Perhaps there are those who are eager to face a test of their faith, who are certain they will stand unshaken by the winds of tragedy. I am not one of them and it is my sincere desire to never be so tested.

I write this because Farmer Tom tells us that there is a Christian sister and four children who are undergoing a bitter one right now as the result of her husband’s death in a farm accident. So, Christians, when you next pray, I encourage you to ask your God to give them strength, to give them comfort and to bless them with all that they will need in the months and years to come.

I wish I had something meaningful to say, but I don’t. I was, however, reading a prayer yesterday written by a man named Charles de Foucauld that seems somehow appropriate in the circumstances, because even when an earthly father is gone, a Heavenly Father remains.

Padre mio
mi abbandano a te,
fa di me quello che ti piace.
Qualunque cosa tu faccia di me,
io ti ringrazio.
Sono pronto a tutto, accetto tutto,
purche’ la tua volonta’ sia fatta in me
e in tutte le tue creature.
Non desidero altro, mio Dio.
Depongo la mia anima tra le tue mani:
te la dono, Dio mio,
con tutto l’amore del mio cuore,
perche’ ti amo
ed e’ per me una necessita’ donarmi
affidarmi alle tue mani senza misura
con fiducia infinita,
perche’ tu sei mio Padre.

Father mine
I abandon myself to you,
do with me that which you like.
Whatever you make of me,
I thank you.
I am ready for everything, I accept everything,
provided that your will is done in me
and in all of your creatures.
I do not desire aught else, my God.
I place my spirit in your hands:
I give it to you, my God,
with all the passion that is in my heart,
because I love you
and it is for me a need to give myself,
to entrust myself to your hands without measure
with infinite trust,
because you are my Father.


Speaking of writing

I am editing a new anthology in BenBella’s SmartPop series. If there are any SFWA or CBA writers interested in writing 3k to 5k words on anything Apocalypse / End Times / Book of Revelations related, please let me know. The word rate is good by SFWA standards, and I am looking for both Christian and non-Christian contributors.

BenBella will be publishing THE EARTH’S LAST DAYS: Airplanes, Antichrists and the Apocalypse in LEFT BEHIND, sometime next year. We already have not one, but two NYT best-selling authors contributing, so it should be an interesting book.

And if you’re an aspiring member of either organization and think you have something significant to say about Left Behind, let me know. This anthology is not a critique of the fiction series – visit BenBella’s web site if you want to get a feel for what they do.

OC, I’m still waiting for your topic, mate. That goes for you too, Joe.


No wonder they’re so bitter

From the NYT Magazine piece on lefty bloggers, courtesy of the good Fraters:

Anytime somebody builds a media empire, especially one that includes pornography, you assume the money is good, but in the Wonkette’s case, it isn’t. Her starting salary was $18,000 a year. (She’s getting bonuses now for increased traffic, but not much.)

I can’t even begin to express the extent of my amusement here. Remember, she represents the big time to the people who enjoy making fun of my “failed writing career”. The initial print run on my new book is 25k… you do the math.

At that hourly rate, Wonkette doesn’t even qualify as a media whore. Media slut, perhaps.


Mailvox: determined to see what is not there

Chris so desperately wants to believe in my intellectual dishonesty:

– You don’t have to know jack about Latin or Italian, or have read everything VD has written to examine the above posts and realize VD changed his line of argument. This is clear evidence of backpedaling, right under your nose… unless you can make a substantive argument to the contrary, which seems unlikely. Furthermore, the fact that he’d backpedal on something so trivial as a glorified spelling error suggests (but does not absolutely prove) that intellectual honestly isn’t real high on his list of priorities. This is something you and everyone else should keep in mind when reading through is stuff.

I haven’t backpedaled at all. Not once. If anyone had simply bothered to ask me, “why did you call it Popoli instead of Populi?”, I would have told them. There was already a bunch of Vox Populi this and Vox Populi that, and since I’d been learning Italian, I simply changed it to Popoli, which happens to be Italian for “peoples”. “Popolo” would have made a bit more sense, but I thought that made it look like a Papal blog or something to your average person. I don’t know why, but there’s something inherently silly about too many unadulterated Os.

Anyhow, it is always dangerous to assume knowledge, or the lack of it, on the part of another. It is silly to assume that any political commentator would be unaware of the famous phrase, “vox populi, vox dei”, and particularly stupid to do so in the case of one who actually calls himself Vox Day.

– The reason you don’t see as many of the “critiques with substance” as you might wish is that VD’s intellectual dishonesty, combined with the obnoxious tone and outrageous content of his remarks is more than enough for many people to write him off as a complete loon. People are only guaranteed a fair hearing in a court of law; everywhere else, it’s a privilege that other people may see fit to bestow as they wish… and they usually don’t bestow their time and attention on obnoxious twits like VD.

Except, of course, when they do bestow such time and attention, and still can’t be bothered to walk us poor simpletons through the ridiculously easy way they can effortlessly shred my arguments. Isn’t it amazing, how they always have the time to read and call names, but never enough to make the easy and coherent case they claim they could? Also, note how this argument begins from the errant assumption that I am intellectually dishonest based on the “evidence” of the blog name.

– Of course, it’s not at all clear that VD particularly wants to subject his ramblings to “critiques with substance.” Consider the infamous Electrolite thread that, even half a year later, still bothers VD enough for him to bitch about at every opportunity. VD’s remarks were critiqued by men and women with substantive experience in almost every branch of science who stomped all over his column on the “mental pollution of feminism.”

Yes, my distaste for substantive criticism is why there are month-long discussions of WWII, massive line-by-line posts on atheism and the Inquisition, and so forth. It is very clear, Chris just doesn’t have a clue. Provide a serious critique, Chris, and I’ll post it here. Go for it. You’re not too busy to post of bunch of comments, so you’re not too busy to provide an easy refutation of a recent column or two.

As for the Electrolyte uproar, do you seriously think it bothers me? Do you think that’s why I happily provide links to it. It bothers me so much that I’m planning to run for SFWA president and as part of my campaign I will cite issues raised in it. Do you truly believe that I am the least bit concerned about what that group of would-be TOR authors think? They didn’t do any stomping, indeed, many of them embarrassed themselves with their illogic and hypocrisy.

And contrary to what many of the reading-challenged Pandagonians – please excuse the redundancy – appear to have taken away from that Electrolyte forum, I have not been banned from either the SFWA or future Nebula juries. It would honestly appall many of those who were attacking me there to know that people believe that the SFWA engages in censorship and the suppression of free thought.

I shall await your substantive critique with some pleasure, Chris. Write as much as you like, I’ll happily post it here in its entirety.