1897-1997

Teller doesn’t talk, but he writes. His story A Memory of the Nineteen-Nineties, a sequel to Max Beerbohm’s “Enoch Soames” (which I read sometime in the Eighties), almost makes me wish I’d thought of making the same pilgrimage.

Teller’s account is now behind the subscribers-only gate, so I’ll summarize. Enoch Soames “was” a minor writer who sold his soul for an opportunity to see what his reputation would be after a hundred years. The Devil brought Soames to the British Library on a specified date in 1997, then returned him to his friends in 1897. Teller (and a few others, independently) went to the Library on that date to see if anything would happen. Something did.

Soames reported that everyone in 1997 wore numbered yellow jumpsuits, if memory serves; but Teller did not touch on that point.

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one hundred eighteen

Periodic Table of Science Fiction: Michael Swanwick is writing a short-short story for each of the elements, one a week.

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QotD

I am anticipating the day when the possession of Tibet and Afghanistan will be represented as vitally necessary to the security of Kansas and Nebraska. There is no logical end to this elastic conception of ‘security’ short of the conquest of the whole world.

Attributed to William Henry Chamberlin: “War – Shortcut to Fascism,” American Mercury LI, 204 (December 1940). In a .sig on the Armchair Economists mailing list.

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confession: I snore

My apnea has rather suddenly become too severe to ignore. At Google, the first paid link under ‘apnea’ advertises a widget that clips to the nasal septum. For $18, it would be pleasant to believe that it’s not mere quackery!

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eagerly reluctant

Confessions Of An Isolationist Wannabe: John Hawkins writes on Right Wing News:

Rarely a day passes on the internet without another article being written that claims America is a “hegemon”, that we’re like “like Rome,” or that we want to “create an empire.” Take it from a Conservative, ultra-nationalistic, America-first hawk; Americans on the whole would rather drive bamboo shoots under their fingernails than “rule the world.”

So what? Here’s a little secret that the world would do well to remember: Foreign policy is not made by Americans-in-general.

So how the hell did we end up with our fingers in every bowl of soup from Bahrain to Brazil? It’s because we’re not content to sit around on our behinds while the entire planet collapses without us. . . . We’re the only thing keeping the planet from reverting back to an early 1800’s style plunder, war, and rampage philosophy.

Or so the politicians keep telling themselves.

If they really wanted to help the world’s hellholes, they could consider lowering agricultural tariffs, and cut off subsidies to foreign politicians (if even that word is not too polite for e.g. Mubarak).

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Vlad the . . .

Silly puns like this are only a small part of what you’re missing if you don’t read Soap on a Rope. Say not that I warned thee not.

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what are they up to?

I’ve long been puzzled by some of the 404s that appear in my logs. Does everyone get a steady trickle of requests to POST /cgi-bin/formmail.pl ?

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