Monthly Archives: February 2015

Leonard Nimoy obituary: “Star Trek’s” Spock, dies at 83 – LA Times

Source: http://www.latimes.com/local/obituaries/la-me-leonard-nimoy-20150227-story.html#page=1.

Kirk (left) and Spock (right).

Kirk (left) and Spock (right).

When Leonard Nimoy was approached about acting in a new TV series called “Star Trek,” he was, like any good Vulcan contemplating a risky mission in a chaotic universe, dispassionate.

“I really didn’t give it a lot of thought,” he later recalled. “The chance of this becoming anything meaningful was slim.”

By the time “Star Trek” finished its three-year run in 1969, Nimoy was a cultural touchstone — a living representative of the scientific method, a voice of pure reason in a time of social turmoil, the unflappable and impeccably logical Mr. Spock.

He was, as The Times described him in 2009, “the most iconic alien since Superman” – a quantum leap for a character actor who had appeared in plenty of shows but never worked a single job longer than two weeks.

Nimoy, who became so identified with his TV and film role that he titled his two memoirs, somewhat illogically, “I Am Not Spock” (1975) and “I Am Spock” (1995), died Friday at his home in Bel-Air. He was 83.

The cause was end-stage chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, said his son, Adam.

Nimoy revealed last year that he had the disease, a condition he attributed to the smoking he gave up 30 years earlier.

While he was best known for his portrayal of the green-tinted Spock, Nimoy more recently made his mark with art photography, focusing on plus-sized nude women in a volume called “The Full Body Project” and on nude women juxtaposed with Old Testament tales and quotes from Jewish thinkers in “Shekhina.”

He also directed films, wrote poetry and acted on the stage.

As Spock, he was the pointy-eared, half-Vulcan, 23rd-Century science officer whose vaulted eyebrows seemed to express perpetual surprise at the utterly illogical ways of the humans who served with him on the starship Enterprise.

Spock could barely wrap his mind around feelings. He was the son of a human mother and a father from Vulcan – a planet whose inhabitants had chosen pure reason as the only way they could survive. When he thwarted deep-space evil-doers, it was with logic simple enough for a Vulcan but dizzying for everyone else, including his commanding officer, Capt. James T. Kirk, played by William Shatner.

While worlds apart from the racial strife and war protests of the 1960s, “Star Trek” explored such issues by setting up parallel situations in space, “the final frontier.”

“Spock was a character whose time had come,” Nimoy later wrote. “He represented a practical, reasoning voice in a period of dissension and chaos.”

He also turned Nimoy into an unlikely sex symbol.

More at: http://www.latimes.com/local/obituaries/la-me-leonard-nimoy-20150227-story.html#page=1

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Photo finish Friday: “Ice on a wire”

Ice encrusted plastic beads on a metal wire.

Ice encrusted plastic beads on a metal wire.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Know”

“Do you know the truth?” /

the street corner preacher asks. /

I point to the curb.

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Writing tip Wednesday: “Tinker Mountain”

Residential and Online options

Residential and Online options

Workshop details

Workshop details

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cARtOONSDAY: “iNSPIRING”

Looking out for the next opportunity.

Looking out for the next opportunity.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Line”

Q.: What do you call five writers marching in a single line through a war zone?

A.: A writers’ column

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An Interview With Margaret Atwood

The acclaimed author on hope, science, and writing about the future.

By Ed Finn

Source: http://www.slate.com/articles/technology/future_tense/2015/02/margaret_atwood_interview_the_author_speaks_on_hope_science_and_the_future.single.html

Margaret Atwood

Margaret Atwood

Climate fiction, or “cli fi,” can be a dreary genre. Storytellers like to make a grim business of climate change, populating their narratives with a humorless onslaught of death, destruction, drowned monuments, and starving children. Margaret Atwood is the conspicuous exception, somehow managing to tackle the subject, including these familiar elements, with deadpan wit and an irreverent playfulness, making it both more interesting and believable. The flood is coming, her MaddAddam trilogy promises, but there is hope.

Atwood’s intensely literary, human focus on environmental issues and the future of the planet is shaping a more optimistic vision of cli fi, one that sidesteps the blame games and the “will-they, won’t-they” battles over carbon emissions. Her response is clear and compelling: The planet is changing. We need creativity, ambition, and some powerful new stories to understand how we can change with it.

My colleagues and I invited Atwood to Arizona State University in November to help launch a new project about these challenges, the Imagination and Climate Futures Initiative. (Disclosure: ASU is a partner with Slate and New America in Future Tense.) Our conversation was inspired by the idea that an effective response to what Atwood calls the “everything change” will take more than better batteries and lightbulbs (though we’ll need them too). To answer the challenge, we need to think much bigger about what it means to be human in the era when we dominate every corner of this world.

Last fall, you became the first author to submit work to the Future Library project—and no one will be able to read that story until 2114.

The Future Library project is something thought up by a conceptual artist called Katie Paterson. She was approached by the Oslo Library in Norway, which is building a new facility, and it wanted a special thing. What she came up with was Future Library. A forest has been planted in Norway that will grow for 100 years. Each one of those 100 years, one author will be invited to contribute something to the future library in a sealed box. It can be one word. It can be a poem. It can be a story. It can be a novel. It can be nonfiction. There are two stipulations: No. 1, no images. No. 2, you cannot tell anybody what is inside the box.

These boxes will accumulate in a special room—the Future Library room—and people will be able to go into that room and see the titles and the authors and imagine what’s in the boxes. Meanwhile the forest is growing, and at the 100-year moment, the boxes will all be opened and enough trees will be cut from this forest to make the paper to print the Future Library books. The first person to put a box in there—their book will be a hundred years old. The last person to put it in—it will be 1 year old. You will get a continuum through 100 years of what writers have seen fit to communicate to the future.

The selecting committee will renew itself as it will have to do, and the people who will be on that final committee have not been born yet nor have their parents been born. The final authors have not been born yet nor have their parents been born, so it’s completely an unknown. It’s the kind of project you are going to either say yes to immediately because it grabs your imagination, or you’re going to say no to it immediately because you’ll not be able to see the point of writing something that will not be published in your lifetime.

Rest of the interview: http://www.slate.com/articles/technology/future_tense/2015/02/margaret_atwood_interview_the_author_speaks_on_hope_science_and_the_future.single.html

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2014 Nebula Awards Nominees Announced

Source: http://www.sfwa.org/2015/02/2014-nebula-awards-nominees-announced/

Awards to be given in June 2015.

Awards to be given in June 2015.

The Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America are pleased to announce the nominees for the 2014 Nebula Awards (presented 2015), nominees for the Ray Bradbury Award for Outstanding Dramatic Presentation, and nominees for the Andre Norton Award for Young Adult Science Fiction and Fantasy.

Awards are given in categories such as novel, novella, novelette, short story, young adult fiction, and film.

Novel

The Goblin Emperor, Katherine Addison (Tor)

Trial by Fire, Charles E. Gannon (Baen)

Ancillary Sword, Ann Leckie (Orbit US; Orbit UK)

The Three-Body Problem, Cixin Liu, translated by Ken Liu (Tor)

Coming Home, Jack McDevitt (Ace)

Annihilation, Jeff VanderMeer (FSG Originals; Fourth Estate; HarperCollins Canada)

Novella

“We Are All Completely Fine,” Daryl Gregory (Tachyon)

“Yesterday’s Kin,” Nancy Kress (Tachyon)

“The Regular,” Ken Liu (Upgraded)

“The Mothers of Voorhisville,” Mary Rickert (Tor.com 4/30/14)

“Calendrical Regression,” Lawrence Schoen (NobleFusion)

“Grand Jeté (The Great Leap),” Rachel Swirsky (Subterranean Summer ’14)

Novelette

“Sleep Walking Now and Then,” Richard Bowes (Tor.com 7/9/14)

“The Magician and Laplace’s Demon,” Tom Crosshill (Clarkesworld 12/14)

“A Guide to the Fruits of Hawai’i,” Alaya Dawn Johnson (F&SF 7-8/14)

“The Husband Stitch,” Carmen Maria Machado (Granta #129)

“We Are the Cloud,” Sam J. Miller (Lightspeed 9/14)

“The Devil in America,” Kai Ashante Wilson (Tor.com 4/2/14)

Short Story

“The Breath of War,” Aliette de Bodard (Beneath Ceaseless Skies 3/6/14)

“When It Ends, He Catches Her,” Eugie Foster (Daily Science Fiction 9/26/14)

“The Meeker and the All-Seeing Eye,” Matthew Kressel (Clarkesworld 5/14)

“The Vaporization Enthalpy of a Peculiar Pakistani Family,” Usman T. Malik (Qualia Nous)

“A Stretch of Highway Two Lanes Wide,” Sarah Pinsker (F&SF 3-4/14)

“Jackalope Wives,” Ursula Vernon (Apex 1/7/14)

“The Fisher Queen,” Alyssa Wong (F&SF 5/14)

Details at: http://www.sfwa.org/2015/02/2014-nebula-awards-nominees-announced/

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Random act of poetry: “Knitted beard”

The knitted beard.

The knitted beard.

O’ knitted beard
you feel so weird
strapped up against my face.

My neighbors point,
get their noses out of joint,
and say I’m out-of-place.

I’m a circus freak
but cold air can’t leak
up onto my chin.

When warm weather hits
I’ll remove this mitt
and be clean-shaven again.

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Random act of prose: “The scowl”

Caught in a double scowl.

Caught in a double scowl.

He threatened to give me the over / under scowl. That dreaded scowl only the most celebrated police detectives have mastered.

I said I hadn’t done anything wrong.

He said, “Talk, I hold all the high cards here.”

I told him I didn’t play poker. Or crazy eights, or even solitaire.

He gave me the over scowl. “Put up or shut up.”

“Put up what?”

He placed a mirror on the table between us. “You have thirty seconds.”

“I might if I had a watch. But you guys took it from me. What time is it?”

He tapped one nicotine stained forefinger on the looking glass. “Time’s running out, punk.”

“Can I run with it? I have an appointment, you know.”

“Look at the glass, punk.” He tapped the mirror again.

I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t look at him anymore, and the Pooh Bears and Snoopys on the walls were driving me crazy. All the real interrogation rooms were full and the only thing left was this windowless, makeshift kids’ room used by cops’ kids and perps’ kids depending on what was going down. If only the World War flying Ace knew.

I looked at the mirror. He motioned for me to lean closer to him. I hesitated, but then did what he said until I was less than a foot away.
He tapped the glass again. “Down.”

Slowly, I lowered my eyes and then face. I don’t know how he did it. The mirror must have been slightly warped in some funhouse way, but there in the middle of the mirror was my face, and below and above was his face giving me the dreaded over / under scowl.

Somewhere in the night a Sopwith Camel drones peacefully, even blissfully behind enemy lines, its pilot unaware of the Fokker and the Flying Ace about to drive him to the ground. Somewhere, that ignorant pilot still has a chance. A small, slim chance, but a chance.

Not me.

I am caught in the rapid-fire vice of the over/under scowl and I can’t break free. I can’t escape. I can only feel his piercing eyes – all four of them – ripping bullet holes in my soul. Any hope I had, like the wings of my Sopwith Camel, are now tatters and flames, consumed in the hell caused by his over / under scowl.

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