Apr 032018
 

“2001: A Space Odyssey” premiered fifty years ago yesterday. Who could’ve imagined at the time that the projections of a world of giant rotating space stations, space tourism, lunar colonies and manned missions to the outer solar system would have fallen so far short… not only for the year 2001, but 2018?

I’d planned on yammering forth rather more about this, both extolling the virtues of the movie and bemoaning the sad (yet recently somewhat hopeful) reality, but I hadn’t planned on my internet computer going belly up right when it did. At the moment I’m tapping away on the netbook that the now-kaput netbook replaced, and, man, is this this thing archaic. Even so, good thing I didn’t dispose of it but kept it in storage as a backup. Took this antique half an hour to decide to boot up all the way, though. Gettin’ old sucks.

In lieu of the long stream of consciousness I doubtless would have produced, I invite y’all to revist the days of yore, back in the halcyon days of 2013, when I wrote a number of blog posts describing my concept for an alternate history that could have led from the real world of April 2, 1968. The way the blog spits things out is somewhat backwards for this purpose, with more recent posts at the top rather than the bottom (useful for daily reading, a little disjointed for reading old stuff), but start here at the bottom:

http://up-ship.com/blog/?s=1968+to+2001&searchsubmit&paged=2

And continue here:

http://up-ship.com/blog/?s=1968+to+2001&searchsubmit=

 Posted by at 5:34 pm
Apr 022018
 

Yee haw, my netbook finally crashed, done in by the onslaught of Microsoft updates that were too big for it. Spent hours hunting down a repair shop that thinks they can fix it. Until then emailing and blogging and such will be reduced. This post is being done via phone, which limits posting to just text. So if you order something… there will be a bit of a delay.

 

As memory serves last night I compiled a post and scheduled it for tonight, so be on the lookout for excitement.

 Posted by at 6:07 pm
Apr 022018
 

Anybody else watching “The Terror” on AMC? You should. It is a 10-part series produced by Ridley Scott, based on the novel of the same name written by Dan Simmons. I have not read the book, but I have read the spoilery Wikipedia page. And having seen the first two episodes… without getting into the spoilers, I’ll say that if you are hankering for some low-key cosmic horror, “The Terror” is worth watching.

The short form: it’s the 1840’s, and two Royal Navel vessels, the HMS Terror and HMS Erebus, are stuck in the ice north of Canada looking for the northwest passage. This really happened; the Franklin Expedition with these two vessels and 129 men was lost, the expedition was a disaster, everybody died. Why? Because they didn’t really understand just how much nature just doesn’t give a damn about human survival. (Note: the next time someone hits you with the “fine tuning” argument, claiming that the universe is clearly made for Man, ask ’em to spend some time in sub-zero arctic conditions and see just how “made for man” that crap really is)

The Franklin Expedition is a tale of hypothermia, starvation, cannibalism, disease and lead poisoning in a truly terrible and terrifying place, hell and gone away from civilization. That alone would have made a worthy  series for AMC, but Simmons’ novel adds an element of the supernatural to it that ramps up the horror aspects. It’s not *quite* Lovecraftian, but it seems like it’ll be close.

Produced by Ridley Scott and AMC, it’s no surprise that the production values are fantastic. As are the cast… the two ships captains are played by Ciaran Hinds and Jared Harris, who you will doubtless recognize. “The Terror” uses the arctic much like “The Thing” and “At The Mountains of Madness” used the antarctic… this is a place where unprepared humans just shouldn’t venture.

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As a Lovecraftian tangential, the tale of the loss of the Franklin expedition served as the inspiration for the painting “Man Proposes, God Disposes,” by Landseer. Painted in 1864, it depicted the aftermath of the expedition, with polar bears gnawing on human bones and a Royal Navy ensign. Oddly enough, this was thought of as being in somewhat poor taste at the time. Since the 1970’s urban legend has it that if you sit next to it it will drive you mad. So…. the Necronomicon in visual form, I suppose.

The Franklin Expedition was a bit of a blow to the self image of the Victorian British Empire. British Exceptionalism – which, face it, was well-earned – took a hit when a well-funded and well-provisioned professional expedition failed and killed everybody involved. But… that’s how progress works, folks. We lost people trying to get to the Moon. We’ll lose people going to Mars. We’ll lose people trying to cure cancer and AIDS and Socialism. This universe was not made for Man and it does not care for or about us; if we live or die makes no difference whatsoever to nature or its forces, so it’s up to us to make it work. You either accept that there will be failures and loss, or you accept stagnation, decline and death.

Of course, it’s also a good idea to go into a project clear-eyed and adequately prepared.

 Posted by at 2:21 am
Apr 022018
 

An invasion force of central American “migrants” is moving through Mexico heading to the US border, encountering no resistance from the Mexican government. Border patrol stations in southern Mexico were simply abandoned to allow the force through. The photos look a *lot* like the photos of the invasion of “migrants” that has hit Europe, including looking to be made up overwhelmingly of military age males. It will be instructive to see what happens when they get to the US border. Will they be stopped? Will the be allowed through, thus ending the era when the US even pretended to have borders? Will they be loaded onto container ships and sent to Syria? We shall see.

‘If we all protect each other we’ll get through this together’: Army of more than 1,000 Central Americans fleeing violence and unrest march unchallenged through Mexico towards the US border

 Posted by at 12:57 am
Apr 012018
 

This dates from before “The Force Awakens” even had a title. But seeing what a mess “The Last Jedi” was, and what a disaster “Solo” seems to be shaping up to be… I think Disney should have done THIS:

Would it have been “good?” No, probably not. Would I have watched the crap out of it? You damn betcha.

Bonus points: Star Lord puts in an appearance.

 Posted by at 3:35 pm
Apr 012018
 

I freakin’ *despise* April Fools Day. Basically I think it comes down to a general distaste I have for hoaxing and frauds. So I don’t do April Fools Day pranks or jokes, even though I have been asked to do so a few times over the years. It would be easy to do so… post some Amazing Breaking News about how the US actually built an Orion or a Pluto or some such. Bah. No thank you.

So… instead of that, here’s Leonard Nimoy singing the Ballad of Bilbo Baggins.

From the YouTube description:

Sometimes, a body gets a hankering that only Leonard Nimoy singing about hobbits while surrounded by 60’s pixie chicks can sate. Fortunately, we live in a world where those hankerings need not go unfulfilled!

And because why not… the Muppets sing “In the Navy” as Vikings.

 Posted by at 3:10 pm
Mar 312018
 

A lot of folks reading this blog are likely too young to remember the days before AIDS. Many of y’all, I’m sure, have only known of AIDS as a disease that requires some spendy drugs, but is not a fatal or even a necessarily terribly inconveniencing one. I assure you younguns that it wasn’t always like that. And it may not always *be* like that.

When the disease that would eventually become known as AIDS was first making its presence known in the 1970s, it seemed to be confined to gay guys and intravenous drug users. Consequently… society didn’t much care. Of course it didn’t help that nobody knew what caused it. But when it became clear that it was a viral infection transmitted through bodily fluids – especially when it was discovered that the blood supply was tainted and that people who were neither homosexual nor drug abusers, but were simply hemophiliacs and the like were coming down with a disease that was not only unstoppable but fatal – well, people freaked the fark out.

This was not an isolated incident. In recent years with the threat of various pandemics such as ebola and the various flus, people lost their minds. The same happened back in the early 80’s when people realized that for some years a virus had been floating around that could kill them. The fact that the disease had been spread by people that society didn’t think that much of… well, that didn’t make things any better.

The 1970’s had been a decade of unrivaled hedonism. The 1950’s had seen the widespread introduction of antibiotics which had seen the end of syphilis and gonorrhea as the historical threats that they had long been; the 1960’s saw the collapse of many of the cultural norms that had kept peoples behaviors at least somewhat in check. And so when the 70’s came along with it’s malaise and despair due to the economy and the collapse of American exceptionalism, people went just plain stupid. They thought that sexually transmitted diseases were just minor inconveniences, to be dealt with with a shot afterwards. They thought they were invincible.

Whoops.

So when the 80’s came along with the threat of AIDS, a sexually transmitted disease that would KILL YOU without remorse and without hope, society went goofy in another way. All of a sudden teenagers like myself were told that if you had sex, you’d die. And people began to wonder: would you die if you shook someones hand? If you kissed them? If you sat on a toilet seat? If you got bit by a mosquito that had just bit someone else? In a world where nobody was really all that sure about just what the AIDS virus was, how it spread and how it might mutate, these were common enough concerns, and they weren’t *stupid* concerns. The West Nile virus, for example, killed a popular and healthy PE teacher not far from me last year because he got bit by a skeeter.

In the years since the 80’s, it has become popular among many on the political left to actually blame Reagan for much of the trouble with AIDS. Their reasoning? He didn’t talk about it. Well, sure, fine, he didn’t talk about it. But curing a disease is hardly in your average Presidents skillset, not een if they are a really good orator. In the generations since Reagan, we’ve had the sainted Clinton and that god among men, Obama, each with eight years and neither of *them* have cured AIDS either. So just what Reagan was supposed to do to make these people happy is unclear.

Here’s the thing, though. If Reagan had exercised more power than a President might actually legally have, it’s just possible that he *could* have ended the AIDS threat in the US. Consider.

In the real world, AIDS ceased to be terrifying as drugs were developed that basically jumped up and down on AIDS, driving it into remission. They didn’t *cure* AIDS but they made it seem irrelevant. Now people with the Great Plague Of The Age could expect to live out a more or less full life span. But the virus is still there, lurking in infected cells, having wormed its way into the host cells DNA.

In the real world, AIDS became a political disease that somehow conveyed morality to its victims. If you have lung cancer or emphysema because you smoked all your life, if your liver is trashed from drinking, if your brain is mush from smoking dope, you’re seen as kind of a dumbass. But if you got AIDS because you did some clearly unwise things… why, you’re some kind of a *hero.*

So, imagine a slightly different turn of events. Perhaps the politics went a little different, or one sympathetic victim or another was less sympathetic, or less of a victim. And so AIDS was treated the way society would treat an outbreak of, say, ebola or smallpox. If you were found to have contracted the fatal, transmittable disease, you would be quarantined until you were safe or dead. Would this automatically end AIDS? Of course not. The disease is symptom free for *years* in some cases, so lots of people would have it and not know it. But if there was a firm policy on quarantining all who have it, and a widespread campaign for universal testing, the chances are really quite good that the AIDS epidemic in the US could have been stamped out by the early 90’s: there’d be people in the quarantine zones who have it, but more people aren’t getting it.

This sort of thing was predicted in any of a number of dystopian movies and books of variable quality, where either victims of AIDS or some future AIDS stand-in disease are rounded up and thrown into camps. By comparing any effort at quarantine with fascism, the idea of quarantine was essentially nixed. Keep in mind, kids, that when the role of “bath houses” in the spread of AIDS was first realized, many in the gay community fought tooth and nail to make sure that these sources of pestilence were allowed to remain open.

Would a “fascist” quarantine system have ended AIDS? Maybe. Cases can be made either way. But you know what *didn’t* end AIDS? The approach we took. We now have millions of people infected with a disease that is being held in check with drugs. And now, look, oh goodie:

Why Are Drug-Resistant HIV Strains Becoming More Prevalent?

“Subtype AE” is emerging in the Philippines, and it’s resistant to the antiviral drugs that have kept AIDS in check. More than 10% of new antiviral patients in many latin American, African and Asian countries have forms of AIDS that are resistant.

The process of perpetual treatment of AIDS has led to the perpetuation of AIDS. Future mutations *could,* maybe, just possibly, lead to a far more dangerous form of the disease. Airborne strains, strains actually transmittable by insect bites or sweaty handshakes or breathing.

 Posted by at 6:14 pm