Book Review: The Crystal Spheres – by David Brin

January 26, 2012

This is a short story about interstellar, or even intergalactic, travel on the way to find other intelligences. If star travel were possible, why is the universe not overwhelmed and totally populated by galactic races? Why has Earth never in history been visited, or colonized, by aliens?

This, of course, discounts the notion of the little green men in UFOs that are said to be all around us, or the ancient aliens that visited Earth according to Erich von Däniken, interbred with humans and eventually spawned what we are today.

Brin does a nice job exploring the various possibilities and scenarios that could lead to the observed result: Our universe is empty of other intelligent life – otherwise aliens would be all around us.

This is a cute little story with some interesting points based on the novel idea of the Crystal Spheres, kind of like the Under the Dome of Stephen King, where spheres keep us protected from the teeming of possibly dangerous life forms all around us.

Rating: **


Book Review: In Her Name: First Contact – by Michael Hicks

January 25, 2012

First contact is apparently a prequel to the In Her Name trilogy. I had never heard of Hicks’ work before. I downloaded the sample and started reading.

Humans on a starship with hyperspace travel capabilities on an exploratory mission find an inhabited world for the first time ever. Within minutes of arrival above the ecliptic plane of the star system, they notice that four massive space ships are approaching them at enormous speed. Unbeknownst to them, they have encountered a race of aliens that does not take any chances and meets all intruders with overwhelming force.

The humans debate whether they should stay or take off quickly. The behavior of the aliens, and their lack of response to any communications, indicates that they could be hostile. However, since the mission is to explore new worlds, the humans stay. Big mistake.

The aliens quickly incapacitate the ship and send a boarding party that penetrates the hull effortlessly. So far I buy all this and I am entertained, yet here is where my problems with this book begin:

The aliens turn out to be humanoid, about the same size of humans, bipedal, with heads, eyes, mouths, fangs – yes fangs, blue skin, hands with razor-sharp claws, and they fight with swords. Also, the humans notice immediately that the alien warriors are female, based on the chest plates, indicating breasts.

Give me a break! Humanoid, eyes, fangs, claws and BREASTS, implying they are mammalian?

These aliens are caricatures of space monsters, complete with werewolf fangs, breasts, feline eyes and raptor talons! They could destroy the ship with a single beam weapon. Yet they fight with swords, presumably it is their culture to “fight like warriors.” In the hand-to-hand on-board combat that ensues, a Chinese member of the crew successfully uses martial arts techniques on the aliens. Come on! Martial arts are designed to be effective against human bodies. Try martial arts on a dog, a horse or a tiger and see what happens. Then try it on an alien. It would not work.

I stopped reading when the sample ran out and I did not buy the book.

To the author’s credit, of course, this is a prequel to show how it all started in the war between the aliens and the humans that was covered by a space-opera-type trilogy. I imagine that the plot might be about aliens that can be understood by humans, so they have to be humanoid. Perhaps if I had read the trilogy, gotten used to Hicks’ world, I would not be so put off by the book, so it may deserve better.

I can state one thing for sure, however – reading the prequel first does not work in this case. It just rings silly.


Book Review: TimeSplash – by Graham Storrs

January 24, 2012

A new book about time travel showed up in my Amazon recommendations. I checked the reviews. They were mostly positive, and several reviewers compared it to Stephen King’s 11/22/63. One reviewer stated it was much better. I downloaded the sample and read the first couple of chapters. It wasn’t the writing that piqued my interest, but the subject matter – time travel. After I finished reading the sample I bought the rest of the book for $4.50, only to regret it within another hour of reading.

The story starts in 2047. A way to travel in time has been invented, where the travelers, via some complex and expensive technology, are thrown back in the time stream by a few years or decades. While in the past, they can interact with the world, and eventually they get pulled back into the present automatically. The time stream does not allow time travelers to change the world to prevent paradoxes. This manifests itself oddly. For instance, if a time traveler walks on a pristine beach and creates footsteps in the sand, those footsteps fill themselves in a few seconds later, leaving no trace. Cool so far.

Rather than using this amazing capability for scientific purposes, however, a class of entertainers and thugs has developed who go back in time and wreak destruction on purpose, causing splashes in the fabric of time. Making footsteps disappear is not taxing for the time stream. But what about undoing the killing of a person? This causes major shock waves which can end up affecting the future (or the present from whence the time travelers started), and it’s called a backwash.

The author builds a cohesive story around this concept, but the premise that juvenile rioters are the only ones using time travel for their destructive entertainment was just too farfetched to keep my interest. The characters are poorly developed, mostly one-dimensional, and generally inconsistent.

For instance, the mega star of time splashing goes by the nickname of Sniper. At the beginning of the story, he brings his 15-year-old girlfriend, Patty, with him, along with two other travelers. Then, when Patty freaks out when he starts pulling a gun in the past, shooting people for fun, he turns on her, threatens her, keeps calling her a stupid bitch, and physically assaults her. Alright, it’s fiction. But even in fiction I need characters that make sense. A young man does not bring his 15-year-old girlfriend on a major trip, does not prepare her about the fact that he’s going to be killing people, and then calls her a bitch and abuses her when she does not like it. Nobody does that. But many characters in TimeSplash behave like that. They act incongruously and that makes them all worse than cartoonish. Cartoon characters, at least, are caricatures and therefore very consistent.

TimeSpash could have been a fun book, but it didn’t remain glued together. It kept yanking me back to the role of book critic, to that state of alertness while reading that interrupts the turning of pages. After a while I started finding myself skimming over pages, when a character named Jay was doing stuff I didn’t really care about, and by 32% into the book I gave up, having lost interest completely.

Another book not finished reading.


Movie Review – The Beaver

January 23, 2012

The Beaver is a movie that badly wants to send a message about mental illness, but does not quite pull it off.

Walter (Mel Gibson) is a clinically depressed business man, husband and father. His wife Meredith (Jodie Foster) runs out of patience being an understanding wife, living next to a wretched shell of a man. Their teenage son Porter (Anton Yelchin) makes it his mission trying not to be like his father. Walter has sunken so deeply into his dark world, he has destroyed his family and he is about to lose his business. By chance, he finds a shabby puppet of a beaver in a dumpster. It catches his eye, and when he later puts it on, it starts talking to him. There appears, in the form of the beaver, the healthy, creative, loving Walter. The beaver talks sense to Walter, and it starts doing the communicating with his family, eventually his business and the larger world around them. Walter gets to “relax” in the shadows of his self while the beaver does the living for him.

This works to an extent, except his son thinks he is a nutcase and his wife thinks after a few weeks this should be over. But it’s not that easy.

This film, directed by Jodie Foster, appears to want to draw attention to depression as a mental illness. However, the movie is ill-constructed and while some of the parts might work standing alone, the whole does not quite come together. There is an entire subplot involving Porter, Walter’s son, who sells essay-writing services to his classmates, and in the process starts a teenage relationship with the class valedictorian. While interesting in itself, it does not quite connect with Walter and his issues and only peripherally touches the plot.

Watching The Beaver, therefore, is somewhat boring, and, should I say, depressing. A movie about mental illness has to find a way to inspire and uplift, like One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest or The Awakening. Nothing like this happens here.

Eventually, after running too long, the movie is over. I say to myself: Yes, depression sucks.

But I didn’t need to spend 91 minutes watching The Beaver to know that.

Rating: *


Book Review: Kingpin – by Kevin Poulsen

January 21, 2012

Kingpin – How One Hacker Took Over the Billion-Dollar Cybercrime Underground.

This book by Kevin Poulsen, a former hacker turned journalist, is an astounding peek into the ugly underbelly of the Internet and computer crime. It reads like a novel and I had to remind myself repeatedly that I was actually reading a documentary. Some of the reviewers on Amazon actually complained about the lack of structure of the “novel” and how the main character, Max Butler, was not “well developed.”

I am a computer professional and I run a computer software company. After reading this book I ordered three hardcopy versions (the book isn’t even out yet in hardcopy). These will be mandatory reading for our Systems Administrator, our VP of Development and our Manager of Database Development – mainly the guys that deal with security of our systems. I also resolved to have all our security policies reviewed and I decided we’d need to have all-hands security briefings every couple of months.

After reading Kingpin, I am wondering if I should continue to pay with credit cards in restaurants. I will never think the same way about that wireless router on the shelf in my home office. I have resolved to work on my password strategy.

Poulsen does an excellent job telling the story of a handful of hackers and cyber criminals. He gets down to technical details and actual code a few times which might go over the heads of the average person, but it never gets so involved in technical detail that it gets in the way.

50 years ago crooks walked into banks and gas stations with guns to get their hands on cash. Now I know that there is an entire underground community, accessible directly on web site forums, who openly trade stolen credit card numbers, sell techniques on how to turn such numbers into cash and how to run entire businesses based on computer criminal activity.

The online world is not the same anymore after reading Kingpin. If you use credit cards, you need to read this book.

Rating: ***


Befuddled in a Ford Taurus

January 20, 2012

A few days ago at 11:30 pm at the airport in Honolulu I picked up my rental car keys at the Avis counter. “Your car is in space F-55, out the door and two rows over.”

I made my way to the right row and counted down to space 55 in the dim light. There was a huge, hulking gray car parked there that stopped me in my tracks. I always rent mid-sized cars. I like the feel, I like being able to find parking spaces, I like squeezing into tight underground garages in hotels, and I really dislike large, heavy cars. But Avis often does me favors and “upgrades” me to full or luxury cars, like Lincoln Continentals, and in this case – a Ford Taurus 2012.

Usually when I get such an upgrade I just look at the monster and walk right back to the counter and get what I asked for, a midsized car. But this time I looked at the line at the counter and decided, midnight approaching, I’d put up with the Taurus and get to my hotel.

The lot was very poorly lit so it was hard to see. I stowed my luggage in the large trunk and squeezed into the seat. Being tall, I had to move it back, and I found the buttons to adjust the seat where you’d expect them, on the left side of the seat. But then the trouble started when I looked at the bewildering dashboard.

The old Ford Taurus was a great car. Ford started selling this model in 1986 and it was one of its most successful cars, for some years the bestselling car in the U.S., until they discontinued it in 2006. I remember renting Tauruses occasionally in the 1990ies, and I always liked them. Sitting behind the wheel of a Taurus gave me a feeling of comfort and home. Everything was in the right place. The operation of the car was intuitive, and the ride tight, smooth and strong. I used to say that about the Taurus and about the Toyota Camry. Sit down in a Camry and everything is exactly where it should be, and it works like you expect it to work. You don’t need a manual to operate a Camry. You just know how. The same thing used to be true for the Taurus.

No more.

When Ford discontinued the Taurus, they replaced it with the Ford Fivehundred. That car was something like the New Coke. It just flopped. Ford brought back the Taurus in 2008 by renaming the Fivehundred. In my opinion, that was putting lipstick on a pig.

It’s dark in the car at midnight in Honolulu. I put the key into the ignition and start the car. The dash lights up, the vent fan blows into my face hard and cold. I try to figure out how to turn down the fan. There are a myriad of buttons in the area of climate control on the bottom of the central dash strip but I am having a hard time figuring out how to turn down the fan. Finally, after pushing just about every button I get the hang of it. Now I need to learn how to turn off the air conditioner. It’s Hawaii. I want to breathe the outside air, after all. Air conditioner under control, I now need to adjust my mirrors in the pre-departure checklist for a rental car. The center rear-view mirror is no problem. I just grab and twist it. I find the narrow, small window in the back and I am set. I do hate it when large cars have small rear windows.

Then it gets really tricky. The left and right outside mirrors are not set correctly for my height and seat position. I try to find the controls. The dash is lit up in blue lights, all manner of icons flashing at me. Blue LED lights even illuminate the door side pockets, the bins in the central column and even the floor mats. I see, bright and clear, the stains in the floor mats of the car in the light, but I cannot, for the life of me, find the mirror controls. Eventually I give up and I drive away with the mirrors not set. Everything in the Taurus is definitely not where it needs to be.

I dont’ find out what happened until the next day, when the valet brings me my car. It’s now daylight, and I find a small knob up right by the window and the left mirror. This knob turns and allows me to turn the left and right mirror. When I can see it in daylight, it’s obvious. At night, when the entire car sparkles with blue lights like a Hanukkah lawn in December down to illuminated floor mats, the knobs are black, small and invisible.

The center column contains the gear shifter and several pockets and containers for cups and other things. The column is huge, massive and high. It makes the car feel like a cockpit of a jet fighter plane. Some people may like this. I think it makes a large car feel small and cramped. I have been in many a mid-sized car that feels much larger than this hulking, heavy Taurus.

Ford made a mistake when they discontinued the Taurus. Ford made another mistake when it started it back up by renaming the Fivehundred to Taurus. I am not impressed, and next time I get an upgrade to a Taurus, I’ll go back to the counter and stand in line to trade it back in for a smaller car.

Thank you very much.


The Amazing ABC Stores of Hawaii

January 18, 2012

Chances are that if you have been to Hawaii, you have shopped in an ABC Store. Conversely, if you have not been to Hawaii, you probably have never seen one.

ABC Stores is a company I greatly admire.

Question: “Where is the nearest ABC Store?”

Answer: “Step out of the front door of your hotel and walk 50 yards into any direction.”

I just got back from Honolulu. From my hotel, I found four ABC Stores within two minutes of walking into three different directions. There are more ABC Stores than Starbucks stores in that neighborhood.

An ABC Store is like a convenience mart, similar to a 7-Eleven or Circle K, but much, much, much better.

ABC Stores are always clean, with a no-nonsense decor, a very simple logo (see picture) and an intuitive layout. The employees wear Hawaiian shirts and are always friendly and helpful, and there are lots of them in the store. You never have to wait for help. Shopping baskets are at the front, but also stacked inside the stores at central locations.

The merchandise is exactly what you want as a tourist. They have Hawaiian Macadamia nuts covered in chocolate, many different candy products, Hawaiian merchandise like T-shirts, shirts, bathing suits and hats. They have beach accoutrements, like mats, snorkels, flippers, flip-flops, sunglasses and towels. They have bath salts, candles, soaps, lotions, aroma baths. If you need groceries, bread, peanut butter, turkey, butter, eggs, crackers, canned soups, ready-made sandwiches, cheese, bottled water and soda, it’s all there. They offer the wares of a full liquor store, with beer, wine, rum for those beach drinks, and hard liquor of all types. If you need over the counter drugs, band aids, toothpaste, tissue, toilet paper, it’s all there. They stock any kind of souvenir you can think of, like hats, cups, glasses, calendars with risqué pictures, postcards, books, and knickknacks of all manner.

How they fit all this offering into the relatively small stores is a mystery, but it works. The prices are very reasonable. I have never felt ripped off in an ABC Store like I have in a convenience mart or gas station, and I have never gone into an ABC Store and not walked out with what I needed or was looking for.

The stores seem to be everywhere in Hawaii. And, supposedly, they are all owned by one single individual. I have not been able to confirm that.

Who would think you could duplicate the 7-Eleven concept, make it better, and compete successfully? It does not seem to make sense.

Yet, that’s exactly what ABC Stores has done.


Speculations on Star Travel

January 17, 2012

Star Travel is an immensely fascinating topic to me and I have spent decades marveling about its possibilities, opportunities, effects and of course its viabilities. I have read dozens of books about star travel, mostly science fiction novels, but also some scientific books that seriously analyze star travel and what it might entail.

First I need to define what I mean by star travel. It’s not flying, of course, and it’s not space travel as we know it today. Besides the few Apollo moon missions between 1969 and 1974, space travel for humanity has been nothing but low earth orbit jumps. We haven’t really left the gravitational well of our planet. We are now contemplating interplanetary trips, like missions to Mars. Those are still decades away from reality given today’s technology and budgetary environment.  Part of missions to Mars is a return to Luna first.

Star travel means leaving the solar system and traveling to another star. The closest stars to Earth are Alpha Centauri and Proxima Centauri, both about four light-years away. If we could travel at the speed of light, it would take four years to get to Alpha Centauri, and that is ignoring the time it would take to accelerate to that speed (zero to sixty in four seconds…) and then decelerating on the other end. Then it would take another four years to come back, again ignoring acceleration and deceleration. So the round-trip would take eight years, in our grossly oversimplified calculation.

Of course, we do not have the capability to travel anywhere near the speed of light. But it’s fascinating to speculate what a world with star travel would be like. The only viable and economic reason to have starships at all would be trade.

Let’s assume in some distant future there are about 30 planets inhabited by humans in our galactic neighborhood inside a sphere of a radius of 50 light years around Earth. With the immense costs and energy requirements of a starship, humanity could perhaps afford to build and maintain 100 of those ships at any given time. As a result, 100 ships would be busy traveling between planets that are five to 50 light years apart. If you lived on one of those planets, a starship would arrive at best once every few decades, in some cases much longer, like once every century. You could live an entire lifetime and never experience a visit of a starship. Such a visit could also not be scheduled, since radio waves travel not much faster than the ships themselves. At best, an announcement of an arrival would arrive shortly before the ship itself.

Obviously, a starship visit on any planet would be a major event. Work would be suspended. Celebrations would take place. Holidays would be created. People would trade goods and exchange information. The starfarers would go on the talk show circuit and share news from other planets.

Now we get to the complicated part. Einstein discovered that as an object approaches the speed of light, its mass approaches infinity and time elapsed approaches zero. In the simplest form this means that for the travelers on a starship, time slows down drastically the faster they travel.

Let’s say you are 40 years old on Earth and your son is 20. Your son decided to take a job on a starship leaving for a planet 20 light years away. He will spend a year at the destination, and then come back. Again ignoring acceleration and deceleration, the trip of your son would take 20 years outbound, one year on site visiting, and 20 years inbound, for a total of 41 years.  You would be 81 years old when your son came home from this one trip.

However, from your son’s perspective, the time spent is entirely different. His trip out, from his time-dilated point of view, would take perhaps a month subjective time on the ship, while the 20 years run by in the outside world. Then the year at the destination would also take a year. Then the return trip would take another month. When your son arrived home he would be about one year and two months older, or about 21 years old. You’d be 81.

It gets worse. If he didn’t come right back, and visited four or five other planets in a big round-trip, he might be en route for 200 years. When he came home, you would be long dead and gone and eight or ten more generation would have lived and died. If he left in the year 2012, he’d come back in the year 2200 or so, and he would still be in his twenties. It would be like leaving in the times of Thomas Jefferson’s presidency and coming back to George W. Bush.

Starfarers would never be able to enter into relationships with anyone not traveling with them on their own ships. They could not come home to their families or lovers, since they’d always be long gone. Even a relationship of two starfarers on two different ships could never work. The ships would not travel the exact same distances, so one or the other of the two would age faster and fall behind the other. That would be if the two different ships would ever be at the same place at the same time again, a highly unlikely scenario by itself. So if a starfarer ever parts with a lover, it’s parting forever. Their destinies can never line up again.

Traveling amongst the stars may never be possible for humans or aliens. We may be forever locked in our small worlds, trapped not by bars or prisons, but by immense distances that are insurmountable with lifetimes measured in decades. Even entire civilizations may be rising and falling throughout our galaxy and universe, like fireflies, sparkling for a few hundred or even thousand years, the equivalent of a few eye blinks on the cosmic timescale, before winking out, never to even know about each other’s presence.

Yet, if there were a starship, and if they were hiring, I’d be on in a heartbeat.

 


Movie Review: Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy

January 15, 2012

The opening credits were not even done and I was already lost. I never recovered. The rest of the movie was boring and I literally nodded off a few times. I didn’t know what was going on, who was where, whether the action was in Budapest, London, Moscow or Paris, and why all the hoopla. At home I would have simply turned the thing off. But having just paid full price in a movie theater, I stuck with it, hoping against reason that something would come of it.

Most of the action takes place in London in smoke-filled rooms or dreary government buildings. A few people get killed. A lot of whispering spy stuff is going on, but none of it makes much sense.

Based on a spy novel by John Le Carre, it plays in the early 1970ies in Europe. The British figure out that there must be a mole in the highest echelon of the MI6, the Britisch intelligence organization. The story is about who it is.

The best line in the movie is when an aged retired female operative sits down with one of her former colleages, sees a young couple necking across the room, and says: “I don’t know about you, but I feel seriously underfucked.”

I am sure all the pieces fit together like a 1000 piece Ravensburger jigsaw puzzle, but to construct it I’d have to watch the movie another five times and take written notes. But please, once was enough, and a second time would be torture.

I imagine the novel might be riveting. However, this is proof that some novels should not become movies.

Rating: zero stars.


New Palm Grove 2010 – 2012

January 14, 2012

I have taken to hiking Palm Canyon in the Anza Borrego Desert every year right after New Year. I skipped last year, however.

On January 3, 2010, I noticed a brand new stand of palm trees developing. I took a picture and marked the spot (click to enlarge):

New Palm Grove 2010

When I came back this year on January 7, 2012, here is the identical view:

New Palm Grove 2012

I am looking forward to checking in next year.


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