Newton Wrote in Latin, ergo Gravity is Unreal?

I see Dr. Andreassen has once again deigned to haunt my website. Sad experience has taught me that he has indeed, like the villains at the end of THAT HIDEOUS STRENGTH, been reduced to the meat robot he says all men are. If you prove a point in debate with him, his brain mechanism conveniently erases it from his hard drive, so that the next time he speaks, he has been reset to the factory default, and one must raise the same point again.

Hence, I have no intention of responding to anything Dr. Andreassen says. It took me three years to realize that any words spent on him are wasted.

If any reader understands his argument, and wants to reword it, and pose it to me as a question, I will answer it. Otherwise I will not.

I will not take my time to respond to someone who refers to the statement that chess notation contains all the essential elements of a chessgame as ‘an outrageous lie.’

This is akin to saying that the statement that Newton’s Third Law of Gravity contains all the essential elements of solving two body problems is ‘an outrageous lie’ on the grounds that you don’t speak Latin and cannot grasp Newton’s PRINCIPIA.

However, for those not versed in the technical language of philosophy, the best way to explain the paradox of how mind and body can both exist, and be interrelated, without mind being made of body stuff or bodies being made of mind stuff, is by an analogy. In deference to the ghost of the human being Dr. Andreassen once was before the macrobes turned him into a meat robot, allow me to use Shakespeare, once again, in the analogy.

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It is Darker Than You Think

Dave Truesdale, the editor of Tangent Online, was asked to moderate a panel on the state of short science fiction at MidAmericaCon II. He took the opportunity to introduce the topic of how political correctness is destroying the market, a topic that is no more controversial that talking about the hot weather in August. He attempted to read posthumous remarks written by the famed and well beloved editor at Tor book, David Hartwell, whose memory the fandom reveres and opinions all serious writers in the field respects.

Serious is not the term for a malignant strain of leftism called Social Justice Warriors. A member of the panel turned his chair to face backward, so as to show his disapproval of any criticism of political correctness. Audience members started shouting and carrying on. Mr. Truesdale was not able to proceed.

Instead of asking the disruptive members to leave, MidAmericaCon II expelled Dave Truesdale, on the grounds that his remarks caused discomfort and allergic reactions to badthink among the Morlock.

https://voxday.blogspot.com/2016/08/truesdale-expelled-from-worldcon.html

Vox Day reports that even hardcore SF-SJWs such as Jim Hines and Charles Stross are taken aback by the partisan injustice.

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Parable of the Stopsign

A reader asked me about materialism and immaterialism.

It was not the absurdly dishonest Dr. Andreassen, also known as Mechanoshakespeare-Man, so I thought it no waste of time to answer and explain my reasoning.

In case any one of my readers is a masochist, or a new reader, or a student of philosophy interested in what is perhaps the most trivial question of philosophy imaginable (radical materialism, also called panphysicalism) here is yet another round of discussing a question I discussed extensively, beyond any possible curiosity or merit.

It is also the easiest of argument to solve, once the definitions are clear.

Sadly, clarifying the definitions is very difficult, because it requires anyone brainwashed by a modern education to enter into a whole new world of concepts never before imagined.

 

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Shanghaied Again!

Hey, Jagi, here.

A fan asked a while ago if John would clarify something about his Patreon account.  He hasn’t, so I will.

The pledge on Patreon is per month. Not per episode.

If you want to pledge $1 per month, that is $12 per year. That is what John asked for, because he figured it was the equivalent of a trade paperback.

However, some fans have objected that he is undervaluing his work and think that he should have requested $1 per episode, which would have been about $4 or $5 a month.

John, who is always delightedly amazed that anyone likes anything he writes, is too humble to point this out.

So, as a favor to those among you who requested that this info be shared, I have shanghaied this blog.

I am now returning it to our regular blog programming.

 

 

Somewhither Mini-Review! And Drinking Game!

Behold! Here is a guest review, from our own Mr. Davidson, of my reward-not-yet-winning book SOMEWHITHER, ripped from the comments boxes of this very website!

His opinion unfolded as we were discussing the new SOMEWHITHER drinking game (called Six Degrees from Captain Kirk–I am not sure how the drinking fits in) where the reader takes a shot each time my underage overpowered protagonist, Ilya Muromets, expresses untoward and embarrassing lust toward the glancing eyed beauty he has decided to rescue. And pester.

His comments:

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Never is a Long Time

I assume that if you have been following the news, you heard nothing whatever about these speeches, or heard the distorted opposite of the facts.

As  a public service I offer the links here.

These are the only speeches since Reagan that have ever stirred my heart, stimulated my imagination, or made me bolt upright and cheer.

They are the only political speeches I have ever heard that were not dull.

And it is all the thoughts conservatives should have been saying for years, not just on talk radio, but in every stump speech and presidential debate.

Michigan speech on jobs, police, political corruption

Youngstown speech on foreign policy, immigration, terrorism

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Somewhither and Parochialism

I have in this space over the past day or so reprinted selections from a critique of SOMEWHITHER, and commenting on any errors of fact the reviewer made in reading my text. I tried manfully not to contradiction his opinions and judgments of value, because it is ungrateful and wrong for a writer to argue with a reader. On the other hand, he tried manfully not to let his pscypathic hatred of Christianity and all things civilized influence his reading of the book, and I must allow that if I did not do better at my task than he at his, surely I did not do worse.

Of his criticisms there was one I did not answer, because I could not fathom it. He writes:

Equally in the final battle of the book, Foster Hidden who it is revealed is a worshipper of Odin invokes Odin, and is seemingly as a result empowered in combat.

He proffers this as an inconsistency in my magic system on that grounds that I do not explain how it is that men can call on pagan gods and be granted magic powers by these non-Christian entities: and he speculates that this inconsistency is so glaring it can only be explained by the arbitrary mind-set Catholicism produces in writers.

I could say nothing because I did not recall any such scene where Foster calls on Odin and receives some magic power he did not already posses.

I reread the scene. Here is the passage in question. Foster Hidden possesses the art of shooting arrows that emit a mist which anything behind it invisible. Vorvolac is a Cold One, a vampire-creature with hypnotic eyes, and Glede is an evil Cohen with powers to control gravity and levity.

Foster shot an arrow at Vorvolac, and Glede raised his crook and made the arrow stand still in midair between us. Which was a lucky break, because Foster cried, “For Odin!” and the arrow started emitting mist. That, I think, was why we did not all flop over when the unblindfolded Vorvolac turned his hideous gaze upon us. We were invisible to him, and to the ship for just a moment.

I tried to shield Penny and Abby behind me, holding up the crucifix

Now, as a question for the reader, why do you think a boy from a German pagan world who had the power of invisibility granted by the Tarnkappe magic practiced there shout out the name of his god in combat?

I suppose it might seem ambiguous as to who, exactly, is making the mist come out of the arrow, but in context, in all previous scenes, it was established to be a discipline practiced by Foster, which he learned from Dark Elves.

It is a battle-cry. The reviewer read a scene where a young warrior utters his battle-cry and did not know what it was. I am not sure what he thought was happening in this scene: perhaps he thought Foster was unable to elicit the magic from his magic arrows (which he did previously in every scene where he used them) this one time without divine aid from his pagan god. But, even if so, a pagan crying out the name of his god in combat, whether before striking a blow or casting a runic spell cannot strike anyone familiar with the genre, or which history, or with the kind of stuff guys like, as odd or in need of explanation.

It was a battle-cry, for Odin’s sake!

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Dragoncon and Worldcon

Here are some photos from Dragoncon, home of the Dragon Award for Excellence in Science Fiction. It is an award based on fan votes. My book SOMEWITHER is up for an award this years, and I am soliciting your vote. If you are unable to read the book in time to vote, I will read it for you, and call you on the phone to summarize it to you.

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Superluminary, Episode 14, Strange Fires of Strange Suns

Superluminary, Episode 14, STRANGE FIRES OF STRANGE SUNS, is posted on Patreon:

Episode 14 Strange Fires of Strange Suns

In this exciting episode, the alien starsystem which Aeneas finds himself is discovered to house a hideous and ultra-powerful undead civilization, an empire of vampires, fallen long ago into torpid slumber, and stirring uneasily at the approach of a living being.

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SOMEWHITHER and the Tribesmen of Zaire

A certain reviewer of my recent book SOMEWHITHER, was so taken aback by one paragraph, where the plumber working for the Dark Lord in a nearby parallel dimension, knows of our world for its unique, among the twenty or so Biblical parallel worlds, as the one where mothers abort their children.

The reviewer said that he thought this unbelievable in a science fiction story. In other words: Time travel and mind reading is possible, faster than light drive is possible, but a foreigner criticizing Earth for abortion is not possible.

By mere coincidence, I came across this anecdote in an entirely different context, and saw that it was pertinent as a postscript to this conversation.

http://pblosser.blogspot.com/2014/12/kreeft-why-everybody-in-world-should-be.html

There was a doctor I met in Toronto. He had gone to Zaire as a dietitian and saved the life of a dying tribe. He was the first white man they trusted. So, after he saved their lives, he told them about life in the West and they were amazed. They were suspicious of cities and knew very little about civilization. But they believed everything he told them because he was the Great White Father and knew everything.

But there were two things they literally could not believe. They believed we could touch a button and blow up the world. They believed we could fly to the Moon. They could not believe that there was such a thing as an atheist. “An atheist – you mean someone who believes in no God at all? Not good ones, not bad ones, not one, not many? Not the gods of the Sky, not the gods of the Earth?” “Oh, I know”, one of them said to him, “these people must be bound and gagged and put in a cellar all their lives.”

The other thing they literally could not believe is that in America alone, one and a half million mothers pay hired killers called physicians to kill their unborn babies each year. They literally could not believe that. They were very disturbed. They asked him “Why did you tell us this horrible thought? This could not be true. We do not understand.”

I wonder who the real primitives are.

My comment: the artist in me notes the nicety of the symmetrical irony here. My atheist reviewer does not believe that there are primitives who exist who would regard our institution of prenatal mass-murder of children by the childrens’ very mothers as untoward.

And the primitives in whom he does not believe neither believe in him.

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