BSG Annotation Continued

March 31, 2007

I just got back from a long walk all over Liverpool with Ardy. We went down some unfamiliar streets on our way to the docks. Along our circuitous path, we discovered the marina where we can rent canoes and boats. This might be something fun to do when it warms up a bit more. As we walked along the waterfront, we could see Wirral and Spaceport across the River Mersey. I wanted to go to Spaceport this weekend, because they are hosting a Star Wars party there all weekend. More importantly, Jeremy Bulloch (Boba Fett) will be there will other Star Wars celebrities. I’m broke, so Fett and I will have to encounter one another on another day. Now, I’m going to turn my attention to writing my review of Heinlein’s Starship Troopers.

After I got back to my room from the walkabout, I added some things to my BSG “All Along the Watchtower” lyrics annotation. I had dinner with Jean a few nights ago, and we discussed the lyrics. She gave me some good ideas that led to the revision.

Bob Dylan’s “All Along the Watchtower” Annotated in Reference to the Re-imagined Battlestar Galactica
Jason W. Ellis

“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief,
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.

[These are the lines the apparent four of the final five Cylons repeat throughout the episode--Saul Tigh, Galen Tyrol, Tory Foster, and Samuel T. Anders]

Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,

[This line evokes the labor troubles of the new society on-the-run. We’ll probably see more of this now that Gaius Baltar was whisked away by those sympathetic to his Marxist revolutionary publications.]

None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.”

[Could this line have a double meaning? One possibility is that it refers to all humans, and it is through the action of the Cylons that humanity regains a sense of worth in the wake of near annihilation. Another reading of it could be the workers themselves are unaware, or are now becoming aware--awaking class consciousness--of the worth/value of their contributions to maintaining the fleet’s operations.]

“No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke,
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.”

[The final five are identified as the joker and the thief. To joke is to subvert that which is serious, or objectively real. Cylons subvert the real by masquerading, as does the Joker, as something that it is not. There are also issues of self-preservation on the part of the four revealed Cylons, but it seems more likely, at least in Col. Tigh’s case, that he’s unwilling to assume his new found identity. He’s lived his life a certain way, and for the time being, is willing to “talk falsely” in order to remain Tigh and not Cylon-Tigh.]

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

[The watchtower could be the CIC and the princes the commanders of BSG, or could be the five captains that sat on Baltar’s trial. There is a lot of coming and going when the fleet makes the final jump for the nebula after the trial’s conclusion. The “woman came and went” could link to the three women who take Baltar away who appear to think of Baltar in a servile manner.]

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,

[The Cylon armada is the wildcat.]

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

[The “two riders” are Apollo and the miraculous reappearance of Starbuck.]


STAC Student in the News

March 30, 2007

Professor Carol Senf at Georgia Tech sent me an email letting me know that I was posted to the School of Literature, Communication, and Culture’s News page. I was feeling kind of blah earlier, but that made me smile!

I’m still taking copious notes on Heinlein’s Starship Troopers for my post-9/11 reading of the novel. I’m planning on having a draft of the review ready by Sunday evening.

I took a break earlier today to visit the library for the Le Guin module paper. I’m going to work on that one first, because I’d like to get it out of the way so that I can spend more time on my Utopias module paper.


Welcome to the New

March 29, 2007

I hope that you’ve found your way to the new location for my blog without too much hassle. I decided that I had outgrown iWeb’s blogging features, and I wanted a domain name. My blog is now hosted by WordPress.com, which gives me a lot of new powerful features for archiving, searching, and customizing the look and feel of the blog. Over the next few weeks, you may notice things changing from time to time, but I assure you that I’ll eventually settle on a singular design.

I moved all of the old blog entries to the new site, but I lost the pictures and many links. I’ll go through and correct the links as I have time.

Thanks for stopping by, and I hope you enjoy your stay!


More SF and BSG

March 29, 2007

ApolloYou can find two other reports on the SF and the Canon Conference online. One is Professor Sarah Annes Brown’s excellent blog, Ariachne’s Broken Woof. The other is a set of notes from the first couple of sessions by Jon Crowcroft on his blog, A True History of the Internet.

Let me just say that I loved the season finale of Battlestar Galactica. I was honestly as surprised as Apollo (above) to see Starbuck miraculously reappear. I was goofing around yesterday, and I began to annotate the lyrics to Bob Dylan’s “All Along the Watchtower,” which is apparently the song of choice for activating four of the final five Cylons. It’s a work in progress, but this is what I have down on paper.

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Bob Dylan’s “All Along the Watchtower” Annotated in Reference to the Re-imagined Battlestar Galactica
Jason W. Ellis

“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief,
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.

[These are the lines the apparent four of the final five Cylons repeat throughout the episode--Saul Tigh, Galen Tyrol, Tory Foster, and Samuel T. Anders]

Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.”

“No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke,
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.”

[The final five are identified as the joker and the thief. To joke is to subvert that which is serious, or objectively real. Cylons subvert the real by masquerading, as does the Joker, as something that it is not. ]

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,

[The Cylon armada is the wildcat.]

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

[The “two riders” are Apollo and the miraculous reappearance of Starbuck.]
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Back to reading Starship Troopers for a special post-9/11 review of Heinlein’s popular novel, which will appear in the next issue of SFRA Review.


On the Edge of Time

March 26, 2007

Today, we had our Utopias module with Peter Wright and we discussed Marge Piercy’s Woman on the Edge of Time. This was my first time reading Woman on the Edge of Time, but I had read He, She, and It several years ago (and loved it). I found that I was immediately drawn into Woman on the Edge of Time, but for different reasons than with He, She, and It. She unveils an amazing passion in this earlier work that is electric. She presents a powerful and angry feminist text that grabs the reader by the shirt collars. Also, I’m fascinated with narratives involving the mentally ill, or those believed to be so. I’ve read Ken Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, and seen the film. And, I’ve read numerous articles and books about mental health, treatment surgeries such as lobotomies, and psycho-pharmacology. Needless to say, I was drawn to Piercy’s novel by a variety of vectors. It was just Christian and I to have discussion with Peter, because Sunshine is in North America attending a friend’s wedding. The discussion was good, and I was happy with the background information that I dug up in preparation for the class.

After class, I began cleaning up and organizing the nearly 300 photos I took in Cambridge over the weekend. Between using iPhoto, I also did some research on James Tiptree, Jr. and read Raccoona Sheldon’s “The Screwfly Solution.”

This evening, I finished with the photos and uploaded them to Flickr as two sets: Cambridge and SF and the Canon. I haven’t labeled all of the Cambridge set, but the SF and the Canon set is complete. I think the photos turned out pretty well, but I think I should have used the flash more or more effectively used the ambient light.

I booked my room for SFRA, and I need to get a paper topic off to the panel organizers. I also need to work on a review idea that I pitched to Ed for the upcoming Heinlein issue of SFRA Review. Oh, and there is the Short Story Conference following SFRA that I’ve been thinking about presenting a paper on Neil Gaiman. That, and my school papers ought to keep me off the street corner selling crack.

Back to work!


Back from Cambridge

March 25, 2007

I just made it back from Cambridge and the SF and the Canon Conference at Anglia Ruskin University. I had a great time in Cambridge, and I’ve already planned out everything that I’m going to do there as soon as I can get back! One day is not enough to see everything.

I arrived in Cambridge on Thursday afternoon. Immediately, I began to figure some things out about this university town. First, there are nearly as many bicycles as there are people. In fact, I believe that I saw some bicycles perversely riding other bicycles in order to go about their bicycle affairs. Second, Cambridge is the de facto spring break location for French young people. I would need Vishnu’s fingers to count the number of French invaders that I encountered about the city. One observation that I made about the French young adults is that they are more rude and loud than British youth. Third and final characteristic of the people that I met in this town is that couples and groups of people maintain a constant and unbreakable SEP field. A SEP or Somebody Else’s Problem Field allows one to disregard and not consciously register external stimuli that is too much for their minds to deal with at that time, or as I append, stimuli that run counter to their inflated sense of self importance. There were numerous times that I would either stop dead still or barrel through a crowd on the narrow sidewalks, because those persons apparently expected me to walk in the busy streets (full of bicycle and motor congestion) or magically fly over them on a Nimbus 2000 (which unfortunately I left at home). In any event, I spread good cheer amongst these dimwits by glaring, telling them what I thought of their mothers, and using my psychokinetic powers to explode their heads.

With my rant out of the way, let’s go on to the good stuff…

On Thursday, I began exploring the city between the Travelodge and Anglia Ruskin University on East Road. Feeling a grumble in my tummy, I went to Chili’s for supper where I had a juicy burger, a Budweiser, and a slice of pecan pie. After dinner, I went for a stroll down some of the (well lit) side streets, and then headed back to the hotel after my hiking boots suffered a enigmatic malfunction.

Friday was my day to enjoy the city. It was overcast and cold, but I was able to see most of the colleges that make up Cambridge University. However, I didn’t actually go into all of the colleges, because they charge admission to let you walk around in certain areas. I did pay to go into Kings College, which was very impressive. The church and the grounds adjacent to the River Cam are amazing and very impressive to see in person. I can’t imagine what it would be like to actually attend school there or at one of the other colleges. I know that I would relish walking on the well manicured lawns that off limits to tourists, and I would be lost in the corridors of the buildings letting history osmotically permeate my body. I headed back to the hotel at sundown, because I was tired after all of the walking (I understand why there are so many bicycles in Cambridge now). I went back out that evening for a thin crust Dominos pizza (Americana–noticing a trend here?) and I checked my email at a cybercafe. Before going to sleep, I discovered an important piece of information about the hotel that their website didn’t indicate–there was a bumper car ride beneath my window. Luckily, I was so tired that I eventually drifted off to sleep.

Saturday–the big day! I got up bright and early and donned my J. Crew suit for the conference, and I walked the approximately two miles to Anglia Ruskin University. After navigating the labyrinthine halls of the main building, I found our room where Professor Brown was already setting everything up. Other conference members began showing up shortly thereafter. The only people that I already knew there were Andy and Sandor, but I quickly met many of the others. In the afternoon, I presented my paper on H.G. Wells’ “A Story of the Days to Come” and Neal Stephenson’s The Diamond Age. Chris Beckett and others had some great comments on my paper that got the discussion going. I was very pleased with my presentation and the discussion that followed. Of the papers that I hadn’t heard prior to the conference, my favorites were Keverne Smith’s “The Tempest and Frankenstein: Forerunners of SF,” Genevieve Liveley’s “A Cyborg Geneaology: Science, Fiction, and the Classics,” and Michael Bywater’s “Zorking Hell: How the PC Made Hobbits of Us All.” Congratulations to Professor Sarah Annes Brown for hosting a superb conference!

After the conference, about ten of us adjourned to Cafe Adriatic, a local Italian restaurant for good food, fine wine, and lively talk. Lyndsey and I talked about Battlestar Galactica and Will Ferrell, Andy tried to exorcise my inner Darth Vader, and I overheard Tony Keen say something about Blake’s 7. Folks began leaving around 9:00pm, so Andy and I talked shop over bitters at The Cambridge Blue. When I eventually made it back to my room, I discovered that there was a bumper car ride directly beneath my window. I thought–huh. I was so tired that the screams, shouts, and collisions really didn’t hinder my ability to quickly attain unconsciousness.

All good things…On Sunday morning, I woke up at 8:00am, but I decided to drift in and out of sleep until about 9:00am. However, the fire alarm expedited my getting out of bed, dressed, and hobbling down the stairs with Coke in hand. I took a seat on the bumper car ride and waited for the alarm to go off. After twenty minutes, it ceased, so all of us waiting in the cold began to shuffle back inside. Unfortunately, we couldn’t go up the stairs, because there was a commotion making its way down the stairs. A cop had a black 30-something lady in an arm lock and she was yelling and cussing incoherences (though, I just finished reading Piercy’s Woman on the Edge of Time, so I feel a bit of consternation about this). She was taken outside, and most of the guests stayed near a window downstairs or in the stairwell watching the drama unfold. I walked past them to go back to my room and get ready to catch the train back to Liverpool.

I dropped my keys off after a shower, and I walked to the train station. I considered hanging out there, but I decided to get a little more sightseeing in before I had to leave. I walked up to St. John’s College and took some pictures of the gondolas on the River Cam, and I walked down some unfamiliar streets. Feeling tourist satiated, I made my way back to the train station and I caught my train to Nuneaton, and then the next train to Liverpool. I arrived back in Liverpool after being on the rails for about four hours, and I walked up Edge Hill to Melville Grove.

I had a wonderful time at the SF and the Canon Conference, and I thoroughly enjoyed visiting Cambridge. There is a lot more that I’d like to see there, such as touring all of the Cambridge colleges and the Duxford Imperial War Museum (an enormous air power museum that has an impressive Cold War and American aircraft selection). Hopefully, I can make my way back there soon!

I have tons of pictures to upload to Flickr, but I need to clean them up first. I’ll let you know as soon as they’re available.


Off to Cambridge

March 21, 2007

I’ll be off for Cambridge tomorrow afternoon. I’m looking forward to the conference, and I’m glad that I am prepared for it despite suffering a debilitating bout with the flu over the past week.

While I was at the city centre today, I saw these nanotechnology cleaning wipes that are apropos to the topic of my SF and the Canon paper, “Projecting Victorians into the Future Through the Works of H.G. Wells and Steampunk.” The steampunk example that I’m using is Neal Stephenson’s The Diamond Age, which is all about nanotechnology.

When I get back from Cambridge, I’ll turn my attention to the two twenty page papers that I need to write for my course modules and the dissertation presentation that I need to prepare for May.

I’ll fill you in on everything when I get back to Liverpool in a few days!


Breakthroughs and Bad News

March 13, 2007

Today, I got up bright and early at 7:00am, watched an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, and got back to work on my Steampunk paper. I washed some clothes while I was browsing Fredric Jameson’s Postmodernism Or the Cultural Logic of Late Capitalism. I also read “Solitude,” “Unchosen Love,” and “Mountain Ways” for our Ursula K. Le Guin class tomorrow.

I wasn’t able to leap the hurdle that would bring me to the “so what” of my Steampunk paper, so I decided to try Starbucks again. On the way there I dropped off David Seed’s American Science Fiction and the Cold War with Harmony in Archives, and then I walked down the hill to get some coffee.

After only a few sips of my latte, I made the connection that I needed to argue that Wells’ SF is prophetic parody while steampunk (at least the stuff I’m looking at) is a pastiche of Wells. I made charts and drew some arrows, which means I’ll be ready to write in ernest tomorrow.

Feeling pretty good about myself, I walked back up the hill to Melville Grove. It was getting late, so I stopped by the porter’s lodge to check my mail. I wasn’t expecting anything, but I saw a letter sticking out of my new slot. Dennis gave it to me and from it’s thinness and the big KU in the upper left corner alerted me that this was a rejection letter. I walked out of the office, pulled out my knife, slit the top of the envelope open, and slid out the letter. It began, “I am writing to inform you that upon the recommendation of the Department of English, you have been denied admission to the Graduate School at the University of Kansas for the 2007 Fall term.” That’s the first school that I’ve heard from, which makes me feel a bit of trepidation about the other schools. I was feeling pretty confident about my applications, but apparently my confidence was misplaced. I’m going to call the Department of English at KU this week to ask about my application. I want to make sure that it had to do with something that I did, and not the University of Liverpool transcript issue that I had with Kent State and LSU. One down, three to go.

Tonight, Sunshine and I passed up Chinese for lots of Indian cuisine goodness after seeing the price for the Chinese buffet. Afterwards, we visited the big Tesco grocery store where Sunshine got some goodies including a package of baking soda for my fridge (I can’t describe how badly the odor bruised me when it hit me first thing this morning).

Ten point bonus for the name of the movie that the above still is from!


Bionanoengineering

March 12, 2007

Tonight, I attended another University of Liverpool Inaugural Lecture. This one was presented by Professor Dan Nicolau, Chair of Bionanoengineering in the Department of Electrical Engineering and Electronics, on “Bionanoengineering: Natural and artificial dynamic nano-devices based on protein molecular motors.” I was interested in checking this lecture out, because it made me think of Greg Bear’s Blood Music. The lecture was presented very well by Dr. Nicolau. Here’s a rough sketch of lecture:

Bionanoengineering is it’s own discipline (went from application to a discipline in the 1990s), but it overlaps with both biological engineering and biomedical engineering. It concerns cell engineering (manipulating and changing small populations of cells) and biomolecular engineering (manipulating biologically based molecules). Dr. Nicolau’s current research is in molecular motor-based nanodevices. His specialty is in linear types of motors, but there are also rotary types of motors. There are also two types of linear motor assays–in vitro and in vivo. In vitro linear motors move actin filaments or microtubules (rails) along a surface via motors. The motors are made out of proteins that change shape and move through a process of using adenosine-tri-phosphate (ATP) as fuel, releasing ADP as exhaust, and recycling that back as ATP. Also, these motors are nearly 100% efficient! In vivo molecular motors are even more fascinating because they use cytoskeletal motors beyond membrane transport (usually taken from rabbits) and fungi. In his research, the fungi have revealed an intelligence for navigating nanoscale mazes. When the fungus explores a maze, it sends out three waves of hypha: 1) scouts (very flexible, search mission), 2) 2nd wave (opportunistic), and 3) 3rd wave (fill the space, not searching). During the search mission and filing, the fungus employs two synergetic algorithms: 1) collision induced branching (branch because of some event–e.g., hitting a dead end or wall) and 2) directional memory (each branch remember cardinal points of each opportunity). More research is required to determine how the hypha communicate and what algorithms govern the redistribution of resources as it fills a space.

When I spoke with Dr. Nicolau at the reception following the lecture, I told him about my interest in nanotechnology from a science fictional vector. He suggested that I read Stanislaw Lem’s Imaginary Magnitude. It’s a collection of introductions to imaginary books, and Dr. Nicolau told me that if it doesn’t make me laugh, then there’s no hope for me! I’ll check it out as soon as I get a chance.

Before going to the lecture, I spent a couple of hours at Starbucks working on my Steampunk paper, and I cooked a bunch of bacon for a breakfast dinner party at Sunshine’s flat. I missed the party, because of the lecture, but I stopped by afterwards to play The Pirates of the Caribbean version of LIfe. It was interesting, and Jean totally owned us all.


Subterranean Steampunk Blues

March 11, 2007

I have eleven days before I leave for Cambridge and the SF and the Canon Conference, but I’m having a devil of a time rewriting my Steampunk and H.G. Wells paper. I’m scrapping my original paper, which had an introductory tone, and writing a new version that looks more at the pastiche of H.G. Wells in particular steampunk works. I just returned from the Sydney Jones Library where I checked out Patrick Parrinder’s Shadows of the Future: H.G. Wells, Science Fiction, and Prophecy, which sounds like it has some useful material that I saw referenced in an article on Wells and language.

During the past week:

On Wednesday, we had a marathon day of class. It began in the morning with Le Guin’s three Hainish novels, and we concluded in the afternoon with Joanna Russ’ The Female Man. I think our discussion of the latter established that I’m the feminist of the group!

Wednesday evening, Linda and I went to a public debate over the question, “Is God a Delusion?” It is best summed up as a surreal experience. Let me begin by describing the David Lynch inspired panel. The moderator looked like Jack Nance from Eraserhead. Dr. Mike Begon, Professor of Ecology, looked like Special Agent Rosenfield (Miguel Ferrer) from Twin Peaks, and Dr. William Lane Craig, Research Professor of Philosophy at Talbot School of Theology in California, looked just like Leland Palmer from Twin Peaks. It was very weird hearing these guys talk and react to what each other were saying, but it was interesting seeing how the two structured the arguments. I was let down that Craig aligned his argument that God is not a delusion by connecting it to “historical facts” related to Jesus. Begon did an admiral job by not letting Craig’s snide remarks get to him, and he had a well prepared case based around the difference between axioms and assertions. This was the first debate I’ve attended, and I’m already chomping at the bit for more!

I met with David Seed on Thursday morning to discuss my PhD Dissertation Proposal to the School of English at the University of Liverpool, which is tentatively titled, “Cyborgs and the Reconfiguration of the Technologized Other During the Global War on Terrorism.” We had a very good discussion and he suggested some works that I had not yet considered. Also, he was very positive about my topic and the questions that I want to investigate. He pointed out that it’s new ground and that I should go for it before someone else does!

On Friday, Sunshine, Philippa, and I went to the Unity Theatre to see Hazmat and Me. It wasn’t the comedy that it was billed as, but it was a Cold War cattle-prod of technocratic guilt and redemption through confrontation of one’s suppressed memories. I thoroughly enjoyed the piece, but I can understand why it wasn’t for everyone. Afterwards, the chitchat over wine was a less jarring, but equally rewarding experience.

If you haven’t already checked it out, you should listen to Dylan Hears a Who–a collection of Dr. Seuss rhymes sung in the style of Bob Dylan’s Subterranean Homesick Blues.

I’m going to call my folks and then get back to work on my paper. Later tonight, Ardy and I are going to attempt to fry some unidentified vegetables to go with spaghetti. If I don’t post any more updates, you’ll know that the results were disastrous!


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