Once upon a time, the great god Xocolatl was bored. The party was over, there was a mess in the divine mansion, and nothing was…
A new study into the transfer of genetic material laterally, or across taxonomic divisions, has shown that evolution does not proceed as Darwin thought, and that in fact the present theory of evolution is entirely false. Instead, it transpires that lateral genetic transfer makes new species much more like Empedocles‘ “random monster” theory over 2000 years ago had predicted.
I am a fan of science fiction as far back as I can recall. The flights of imagination about large things, ideas and worlds, was enough to trigger off my own imagination. I read pretty well everything I could for over two decades before it all petered out into second rate thick books of fantasy and Star Wars knockoffs. Science fiction had a use-by date, and roughly when Dick Tracy’s radio watch became ordinary, it stopped appealing, and I started getting interested in the science.
Wow. Just… wow.
This is not the best superhero film I have seen. This is perhaps the best film I have seen for over a decade. It is replete with moral problems, Greek tragedy, farce, some serious character development, and it moves from being a crime film to a war film at some unspecified point. And it has the best film explosion I have ever seen, because it was not CGI and it actually does what it purports to do.
Below the fold are SPOILERS, so click on at your own risk.
When I was about 8, I read in a newspaper that one of my favourite short stories, “The Sentinel”, by Arthur C. Clarke, was to…
… sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler – Robert Frost
It was a typical hot and humid summer’s day, so I entered a nice dark bluestone pub, hoping the dark would offer some cool and beer. As it was about 11 in the morning, the bar was empty save for one fellow sitting at a table – one of three next to the pool table – so I got my lager, icy cold as God intended, and went to practice my trick shots. I have found that after exactly two and a half beers, I can hit shots that professionals would blanch at, and this persists from the remaining half glass. At least once I managed to lighten an American tourist of $100 after two really bad games and really good beers, up in Cairns.
Anyway, I was just entering that blessed state of hand eye coordination, making the cue ball spin on its vertical axis and travel around a snookering ball, when I apparently caught the eye of the solitary drinker.
“I’m impressed,” he muttered into his beer.
“Thanks,” I replied. “If I could stay exactly this drunk, I’d be a hell of a pool shark,” and we got to talking.