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Not Knowing What You Know

February 16, 2012 in Blogs

It has been a frustrating week of sorts, because I am supposed to be at a Collision rehearsal tomorrow night and the drummer and old friend John Mastick is supposed to be there, and I have been unable to reach him by phone or e-mail or any other means for a week or so, so I don’t even know if he knows.  Ah, well; we will see what happens.

Meanwhile, I have been examining the temporal anomalies in Watchmen, and have been grappling with the peculiarities involved in what Dr. Manhattan knows and does not know.  That is the focus of today’s installment, Watchmen part 2:  consciousness, where we struggle for an explanation of how he can know that he is going to learn something and not already know that which he is going to learn.  Read about it at The Examiner.com.

I am further frustrated by the fact that the movie I was watching, of which I watched half the other night, 11 Minutes Ago, tonight does not play on my DVD players; they do not even recognize it as a disk.  I have had to download software to my computer, which means I will have to watch it in my office instead of somewhere comfortable.  Ah, well–at least it runs.

Now I find, too, that my night has just changed abruptly; after planning all day to be free to work this evening, I am not free to work this evening.  Well, we’ll steal as much time as we can, and then there’s no telling when we’ll be back, but it will probably happen.

–M. J. Young

Watching What Happens

February 13, 2012 in Blogs

I had a very strange weekend.  Half of what I should have done I never did, and half of what I did was probably unnecessary.  On Sunday evening it suddenly occurred to me to ask whether I was supposed to be somewhere on Sunday afternoon, thinking that that would be today, and was told rather that I missed it.  Nothing went terribly wrong, but nothing went particularly right, either.

There was supposed to be a Collision rehearsal Friday night, but the guy with the key cancelled it and rescheduled it for this week; I have to try to organize everyone and everything for that, but I’m not sure whether that’s going to work or not, and I’m far enough behind schedule tonight that there won’t be any calls.  I tried to grab a bit of time to practice myself Friday night, and was asked to stop on the basis that someone had gone to bed early–someone who then got up and went out when it was past the noise curfew and I was up to my elbows in making dinner, so I was a bit annoyed at that.  Maybe, though, I’m irritable overall, and so I’m just irritated by everything.

In any case, I have launched the new temporal anomalies series on The Examiner, starting with Watchmen part 1:  possibilities.  It introduces the temporal problems created by statements made by Dr. Manhattan concerning his abilities.  I also finished tweaking the series on Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III, and managed to watch about half of the new one, 11 Minutes Ago.  Normally I don’t care for efforts to entertain through the pain of the characters, but in this case the absurdity of an already bad situation at a wedding reception being complicated by the fact that the crew filming the festivities–and only them–become aware that one of the guests is a time traveler from the future who keeps bouncing back and forth visiting the event out of sequence, and they divert their attention to documenting his trips instead of preserving the nightmarish proceedings is just funny in a really sad way, and you almost feel sorry for bridezilla as she yells at everyone to pay attention to her.

Ah, I just remembered something else I was supposed to mention, and that is for those who did not see it over the weekend I posted an article entitled Off Topic:  On Homosexuality in Animals.  It’s less an article and more a response to a specific argument in a larger discussion, but I will want to be able to find it again I expect, as it is something that is raised rather frequently.  It also has me involved in time-consuming discussions on three fronts, but at least some of the posters are on my side, which is an encouragement.

I’m raking through my brain looking for what else I’m supposed to remember, but all I can recall at this point is that there’s a new article from Eric Ashley, Practise Bits:  Cures, in which an interesting start of a story introduces a character and his equipment.  Eric elsewhere mentioned what inspired this, but I don’t think I got the connection, so I’m not going to try to explain it.

–M. J. Young

Off Topic: On Homosexuality in Animals

February 11, 2012 in Articles

In the Blogless Lepolt entry I made yesterday, I complained about being treated as a bigot for holding a rationally-derived intelligent position on a subject that happens to be in concert with the majority view but presently categorized as politically incorrect by those who argue otherwise.  This is not a full exposition of any of that, but it will point those who are still uncertain to the essence of the topic.  It is something I wrote intending it as a series of Facebook posts to an individual who made an argument on the subject, which ultimately I decided to send him as a series of private messages, and then decided to post here for a larger audience.  I’m not sure how it will be taken, or how large an audience I might get, but here is a slightly edited (to remove personal references) version of what I sent him.

The point made was that homosexual behavior has been observed in animals, and is therefore as natural as heterosexual behavior.  I have three objections to this.

First, although it might be that I simply don’t have that information, it is not my impression that there has ever been demonstrated to be a homosexual preference in any animal.  There have been instances of promiscuous conduct which include homosexual acts, but those individual animals engaging in such acts do so for simple gratification and engage with equal eagerness in heterosexual acts.  Thus we might argue that for some animals indiscriminate promiscuity is natural; that does not prove that homosexual preference is natural.  As I admit, though, it might be that there is data outside my knowledge.  This is why I have two more points, because on some level this first one is irrelevant.

Second, the fact that there is homosexual conduct among animals, even were it demonstrated that there is a homosexual preference involved in some cases, does not mean that it is “natural” in the sense most people mean by that, that is, that they were born that way.  I believe that persons identifying as homosexual have genuine feelings based on brain and body chemistry that are in that sense as “real” and “natural” as heterosexual feelings.  What I do not believe is that they were born that way.  The nature/nurture argument will probably not be resolved in our lifetime, but I think that homosexual feelings are induced by environmental factors, and have elsewhere explained how our sexual feelings and secondary related feelings of bonding can become attached to any object by reinforced association.  I would agree that the feelings self-identified homosexuals have are in that sense “natural”, caused by natural factors, and as “natural” as those of heterosexuals–and of pedophiles, bestialists, necrophiles, and fetishists.  I further consider it not only possible but entirely likely that similar environmental factors could induce similar “natural” “feelings” in animals, such that they associated sexual gratification with same-sex objects (or with any other object; I knew a dog once who was very protective of his wedded pillows).  I see no reason why such an association should not result in whatever bonding occurs among other species that is analogous to our love and commitment relationships.  Saying it occurs naturally does not mean it is not a sickness.  The acts of masochists, sadists, nymphomaniacs, and indeed of keptomaniacs, pyromaniacs, and sociopathic killers are all in that sense “natural”; that does not mean we accept them as “normal”.

Third, it is not our practice to base what is right for human culture on the conduct of animals.  Within the sexual realm alone, animals are known to commit rape; to have sex with pre-pubescent females; to have sex with members of their own immediate genetic families; to kill their mates as part of their pleasuring; to kill other creatures as part of their sexual activity; to have sex with animals of other species; to engage in indiscriminate coupling.  It might thus be argued that these are all “natural” expressions of sexuality.  That does not mean that we as humans wish to allow them to be recognized as normative for humans.  We make laws concerning the social order in order to promote the social order that we, the majority of society, wish to establish as normative.  If we, the majority of human beings in this society, believe that homosexuality is an abberant psychosexual condition afflicting some, even if we are persuaded that it cannot be cured or that no cure should be imposed on any who do not seek it, and we wish to arrange our social order such that our children recognize a difference between homosexual relationships which we wish to discourage and heterosexual relationships which we wish to encourage, that is a matter of policy and not a matter of bigotry.  After all, on some level (even evolutionary scientists would admit this) the reason heterosexual couples have natural children is so that they will have natural grandchildren and natural progeny into the distant future, preserving their genome as part of the racial genome in perpetuity.  That heterosexuals wish their children to be taught that heterosexuality is normative and homosexuality abberant so that they will mature expecting to fulfill their role in providing descendants for their ancestors is a perfectly reasonable policy decision, a decision concerning what kind of society we would prefer to leave for the future.

This has very little, ultimately, to do with the question of homosexual marriage.  Obviously, the last point is related, because it suggests that it might be a matter of public policy whether homosexuality ought to be validated and thus encouraged as equal in stature to heterosexuality as a matter of social policy.  My objections to the legalization of homosexual marriage, though, have little to do with that, and are based primarily on a question of valid state interest:  the state has a right to regulate heterosexual sexual conduct because the state has a right to protect the children produced by such relationships, and therefore the state has a right to regulate the rules applying the relationship between the parents.  It will do so conveniently through marriage or inconveniently through family court proceedings and collection of child support from unwed fathers.  No such right to regulate the relationships between homosexual lovers exists, and homosexuals ought to be embarrassed that they are trying to get their relationships regulated after having fought long and hard to get them declared out-of-bounds for legal regulation.  That, though, is not the same issue as whether such relationships can be called “natural” by any meaning of the word, or whether in the sense that they are “natural” we ought to embrace them as “normative”.

Making Things Work

February 9, 2012 in Blogs

I am frustrated on several fronts, and it is leaving me too tired to work effectively; but I am here, and posting, so let me see what I can do ineffectively.

Today’s Examiner temporal anomalies article is in one sense a filler, a stopgap article because my Blackadder series ended on a Monday and I want to start my Watchmen series on a Monday but I don’t want to skip publishing on Thursday.  On the other hand, Temporal theory question:  How can I change the past? addresses an issue that arises in e-mail and comments quite frequently, so I have taken what I know and proposed a system that overcomes the problems as long as nothing disrupts it.  I have attempted to explain this to people individually in the past, so now I have an article to which to send them which will address the problem more directly.

Among my frustrations, Jonathan cancelled our Collision rehearsal scheduled for tomorrow night because he, the only person with a key to the rehearsal hall, has not yet finished rebuilding his kitchen and his wife will be upset if he does not invest the necessary time into that project.  I understand the complications of having an upset wife, so I can’t argue the point (and it would do me no good to do so), but I don’t even know who was planning to be there who has to be told not to come.  I know that I had a sound tech who was going to make an appearance (to use it as an excuse to get out of a party his girlfriend did not wish to attend), but I don’t know whether anyone else was going to be there, so I’ve got some calls to make before it gets much later.  We also have to figure out how to reschedule.

I am also frustrated by something that probably does not matter but which keeps hitting me.  I hold what are regarded politically incorrect views on a subject which is very hot right at the moment, thanks to a Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals ruling which struck down the right of the majority of voters to write a legal definition of a key word in the controversy.  Those who hold the politically correct but apparently minority view are thrilled by this, probably prematurely since the Ninth Circuit is the most overturned Appellate Court in the country and its presiding judge who wrote the opinion is the single most overturned appeals court judge in the country, and it was only a three-judge panel, not a full court ruling, and was not even unanimous as such.  That, though, is not the part that frustrates me.

What frustrates me is that those who hold the “politically correct” view have taken the attitude that anyone who disagrees with them can only do so based on bigotry.  I have expressed my own views on the subject clearly and rationally, and instead of getting rational discussion I get character assassination.  I don’t generally speak ill of those who disagree with me; I have great respect for the abilities and opinions of many who hold opposing views and do not think that everyone who does not see things my way is an idiot.  (Nor do I think that everyone who agrees with me is brilliant, nor even that there are not people who hold the views I hold out of bigotry–but then, there are those who hold the opposing view out of bigotry as well.)  I would like the matter discussed rationally, not viscerally, and have attempted to do so.  I would at least like those who oppose the majority view in favor of the politically correct view (I feel comfortable referring to my view as “the majority view” because the issue in the court case was whether a referendum carried by a majority of the voters to strike down a law pushed through by the politically correct faction could be maintained; that means that the majority of voters voted against the “politically correct” view in favor of the position I hold) to treat me with enough respect to accept that I hold my views for rational reasons, not out of bigotry or hatred or fear.

I had to say that to someone, and it seems that this blog is about the only place I can speak my mind sometimes, so thank you for allowing me that.  I feel a bit better now, despite the fact that my post probably accomplished nothing at all.

–M. J. Young

The Same Same Time

February 6, 2012 in Blogs

It is sometimes asked what happens if the same time traveler travels to the same time and place.  In our previous Examiner temporal anomalies article we considered the notion of the same time traveler and found it wanting; in the new one, Blackadder Back & Forth part 13:  simultaneity, we address the issue of “the same time” and find more problems.  This also concludes the series on this film.  Thursday I will post a way of using time travel to “fix” the past that might actually work, in response to all the letters I’ve received from people asking if this or that way might work, and then on Monday I expect to launch a new series on Watchmen, to which I added a sixth article jotted out longhand last night while waiting in the car for someone who was late getting out of work.  I am still working on the turtles movie.

The Collision rehearsal for which I have been long awaiting may be delayed again; the guy with the key is still trying to deal with his kitchen remodeling and has if the rest of us can put it off a week.  I am of two minds, but have said I’ll be ruled by the majority.  Meanwhile, I managed yesterday to set up enough equipment for me to practice, and got through all the material once, not without complaints from one of our house guests concerning the volume of my equipment.  I am definitely a bit rusty, not having played at all since November, but I should manage to recover.

Before I close, let me call your attention to three new fiction pieces from Eric Ashley.  The first, Practise Bits:  Diner, talks about a dimension traveler who was poisoned with a substance that will continue to kill him repeatedly until he finds a cure, although coffee helps.  Practise Bits:  Fall gives a glance at a decadent republic through the eyes of someone who would see it restored.  Practise Bits:  Raid is an interesting application of Clarke’s Law, in that seriously advanced technology is mistaken for something supernatural by a more primitive culture.

It’s getting late and I’m not getting everything done I need to do, but let me push forward.

–M. J. Young

Digressions and Divergings

February 2, 2012 in Blogs

As the groundhog seeks and probably finds his shadow, telling us that there are six more weeks of winter rather than, as my father often observes, a month and a half, I am nearing the end of the present Examiner temporal anomalies series, posting Blackadder Back & Forth part 12:  divergence, which tries, unsuccessfully, to find a version of multiple dimension theory that will give us the results we find in the film.  Meanwhile, my mind wanders to several other subjects.

One of those is a silly bit that ought to be written somewhere.  It is said in the Multiverser Referee’s Rules, in the appendix describing a few characters, it says, “Most famous of the Alchemist’s equipment quirks is his pockets.  There is a 60% chance of any small object being found in them.”  This past weekend that statement got a shot of adrenaline.  As you perhaps know, the Alchemist, also known as the Architect, is my original game persona.  I was at a birthday party this weekend, and there came a moment when we began opening presents.  As the first of the wrappings was removed, the child’s mother was for a moment holding the trash, and I said I thought I could help with that.  I promptly pulled a full-sized intact thirty-three gallon black plastic trash bag from my pocket and handed it to her, which was then used for the remainder of the day to collect party trash.

It would be reasonable for you to wonder why I had a trash bag in my pocket, and perhaps I ought to let you wonder, but it might help your understanding of this mysterious character if I offer the explanation.  I had used such a bag to transport several presents on the long journey in the car, to keep them contained, clean, and intact in the rear, and to carry them inside.  Once they were inside, I removed them from the bag and was left holding, well, the bag.  Not seeing any good place for it and not wishing to turn a useful object into trash, I balled it up and stuffed it in my jeans pocket, where it remained for an hour or two until it was needed.  That, then, is how those objects wind up in his (or my) pockets.

On another note, a week from tomorrow we have a Collision rehearsal, the first of the new year.    I’ve talked with the drummer and expect everyone to be there, and even wrote up an extra brass part for an experiment.

My brain is rattling through several other matters, but they don’t matter, so I’ll move forward.

–M. J. Young

A Man Who Wouldn’t Be King

January 30, 2012 in Blogs

Of course, the position has not been offered, so there’s no point in debating whether I would be a good king or not (I would not; I lack both the administrative skills and the charismatic leadership qualities).  But Edmond Blackadder seems to think he’d be a good one, and uses his time machine to make it so.  How like is that?  We consider the problem in the latest Examiner temporal anomalies article, Blackadder Back & Forth part 11:  king, seeing that it is possible but extremely complicated.

I’m going to note that after a week or so hiatus Eric Ashley has struck again, offering us Practise Bits:  Rail, which I discovered too late in the evening to read before posting this so I can’t yet comment on it as I have dinner cooking and people in need of transportation and forum posts to address and more, miles to go before I sleep, but it’s open on my desktop and I might even attempt to print it and take it with me (although I’ve found that printing articles here does not always work so well).

So with that I’m moving forward.

–M. J. Young

Some Things Can’t Be Fixed

January 26, 2012 in Blogs

In case you were wondering (which probably you weren’t) the car was repaired and is back on the road.  On the down side, the price–well, I had given a number that I said was the ceiling above which I wanted to be alerted, and they were only three quarters of the way to it, so I ought to be pleased; but there were some other unanticipated expenses which would have been easy to absorb had it not been for the huge car repair bill.  It has put in jeopardy an anticipated trip to visit family this weekend which on one level we cannot afford to have put in jeopardy.  So I’m scrambling to cover things.

Meanwhile, today is Thursday, and I uploaded another article to the temporal anomalies series at The Examiner, Blackadder Back & Forth part 10:  repairs.  There might be ways to fix the past, but for several reasons Edmond cannot do so the way he does it.

Not yet having received 11 Minutes Ago and finding a bit of extra time on my hand Tuesday evening, I have started working on Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III.  I don’t much like it–I mean, it’s a decent fun movie, but as a time travel story it’s going to be a lot of trouble.  On the other hand, having seen it several (many?) times when my boys were younger, the single viewing with a notepad already made might be sufficient to cover the details.

–M. J. Young

Stuck at Home

January 23, 2012 in Blogs

It was still autumn when I mentioned that the brakes on the car were making the kind of noise that means minor repairs are in order.  At the time I was brushed off with “I don’t hear anything.”  Thus when they started making the kind of noise that makes me nervous to drive the car last week, that got a “Why didn’t we know this sooner?”  Because of the delay, the vehicle needs a couple of shoes, a couple of pads, a couple of rotors, and a caliper; and because it needs that much and calipers are apparently not standard stock, the car with disassembled brakes is spending the night at the shop to be fixed in the morning.  We’re not going anywhere tonight; hopefully we can manage without it.

Blackadder finally makes it home in this week’s Examiner temporal anomalies installment, Blackadder Back & Forth part 9:  home?, in which the issue is whether it is possible for the time traveler to discover that he has changed the past.  The film isn’t over, though, because Edmond will recognize the damage done and will make another trip attempting to repair it.

I have not started work on the next film (the one to follow Watchmen, which is ready to run), but I am not at the moment certain which it will be.  I have been stalling the start of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III:  Turtles in Time partly because I’ve been otherwise engaged, partly because I already know the story and think it’s not going to make a very interesting series, and partly because I’m not sure how much interest there is in it.  Meanwhile, someone wrote pressing me to analyze a film called 11 Minutes Ago, so I ordered it from Amazon (it really seemed cheap of me to suggest that he do so).  It sounds interesting, perhaps challenging, in that it appears the time traveler keeps hopping back earlier and earlier, which means that he’s rewriting his own history as he goes–definitely the dangerous way to do it.  It’s supposed to arrive around Thursday, so maybe I’ll do that one first.

Well, work awaits.

–M. J. Young

A Late Stop

January 19, 2012 in Blogs

I got an early start this morning.  Someone needed a ride to an early doctor appointment I had scheduled, so I was called upon to drive on a few hours of sleep.  After that, the restaurant we had chosen at which to lunch was no longer there, and I gladly embraced the suggestion that we travel the half hour home plus half an hour in the opposite direction to lunch at that wonderful restaurant I mentioned a month or so ago (and Eric Ashley immortalized in one of his articles, Practise Bits:  Feast), The Golden Corral.  It was early afternoon when we exited, contentedly full.

As long as we were by the shopping centers, though, there was one thing my passenger needed for work, so stopped at a store for a quick errand.  A few hours later we left, but had to make another stop for another necessity, and by the time we were home, the morning daylight had given away to evening darkness, and the day was spent.

I turned to my office, but I do not do so well on lack of sleep as I did in my college days (and I did not do as well then as I tried to believe), and was accomplishing nothing if you don’t count clicking a mouse button with my eyes closed.  I was forced to retire for a nap, and by the time I was again functional there was very little left of “today”.

I did manage to upload the latest Examiner temporal anomalies article while it was still Thursday on the eastern seaboard.  I had a couple extra hours, because even though there are independent editions of the e-paper for cities around the country, the central office is in a more westerly timezone and so articles posted to the national edition, at least, are timestamped by the clock there.  In this installment, Blackadder Back & Forth part 8:  legions, the intrepid duo make the last stop of their first trip, encountering their own ancestors at Hadrian’s Wall.  I did not mention it in the article, but apparently the joke of the scene is about making the Roman armor progressively shorter until David Fry’s suit leaves his underpants showing from beneath.  I more appreciated Hugh Laurie misidentifying the approaching Scottish attackers as a moving orange hedge, but then, I thought that the credits listing of “Hordes of Scots” playing the part of “Scottish Hordes” (or was it the other way around?) was almost as funny as the standard gag credit in the Elizabethan series, “Additional Dialogue by William Shakespeare”.

Speaking of Mr. Ashley, his latest contribution to the reading material here is a rather atmospheric piece about a vampire hunter, entitled Practise Bits:  Bitter.  I’m not certain whether the character is inspired by me, him, Lauren Hastings, or David Marcoe, all of whom have done the modern vampire scenario, although for me it was Chicago, not Philadelphia, and the character is not Lauren because it’s clearly a man.

Well, I’m obviously rambling a bit, a side effect of trying to clear the nap out of my brain, but there’s more work ahead so I’d better move ahead to where it awaits.

–M. J. Young