Knowledge can be lost look at scurvy. Science is not a formalized process, but a spirit of honesty and inquiry, which can be aped and the wordless teaching lost how can Japanese or Chinese researchers run hundred of experiments, apparently complying with all known standards, every single one of which concludes acupuncture works, when results elsewhere show dramatically lower success rates?
The crane mutiny: how Sydney's apartment boom spun out of control
Anti-vaxxers to our left, Creationists to our right. Highet is not wrong - just one-sided. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart? Transmutation has been realized as radioactive decay, while modern medicine would astound Bacon, and it does not seem absurd that in the next few centuries mankind will cure aging.
The double aspect pops up again, of fraud and greatness: research as practical work but also as spiritual quest. Indeed, as the man thought upon the Great Idea more and more, he realized that it was not just a great idea, but the most wonderful idea ever. The Great Idea would unravel the mysteries of the universe, supersede the authority of the corrupt and error-ridden Establishment, confer nigh-magical powers upon its wielders, feed the hungry, heal the sick, make the whole world a better place, etc. The man was Francis Bacon, his Great Idea was the scientific method, and he was the only crackpot in all history to claim that level of benefit to humanity and turn out to be completely right.
And the work goes on. Reminds me of Watchmen.
- Florida Events, Month by Month.
- US Army, Technical Manual, TM 55-2210-224-34, INTERMEDIATE DIRECT SUPPORT AND INTERMEDIATE GENERAL SUPPORT MAINTENANCE MANUAL FOR LOCOMOTIVE, DIESEL-ELECTRONIC ... (NSN 2210-01-158-2980), 1987.
- Fundamentals of Operating Systems.
Or to borrow from the official summary: An introverted teenage girl with an unconventional superpower, Taylor goes out in costume to find escape from a deeply unhappy and frustrated civilian life. As she risks life and limb, Taylor faces the dilemma of having to do the wrong things for the right reasons…Readers should be cautioned that Worm is fairly dark as fiction goes, and it gets far darker as the story progresses.
Bloomberg - Are you a robot?
Just the opposite on every count, really. The work is not perfect. The opening is perhaps too slow: the first fight with Lung, which hooked me, took a while to happen as it only really starts in ch4. In the middle, I suspect there was perhaps too much material devoted to the Slaughterhouse Nine arc and not enough to later plot arcs like Taylor joining the heroes or dealing with later Endbringers. But the flaws are relatively small and hopefully will be addressed in the editing process. I read Worm after it was finished and I continued to see positive reviews of it, such as Eliezer Yudkowsky : …I commend to you…the just-completed story Worm , which is roughly 1.
Highly recommend if you want some action and suspense. Vaniver : Caveat: Worm is really dark. But, despite those positives, terrible things happen to everyone always. I also found the superhero fight sequences less engaging as time went on - but they can be skimmed with little loss. Every situation is desperate, every problem urgent. By the time a conflict reaches its resolution, another is at its peak, and two more are right around the corner. I read most of them online, so when I had the chance to read a hardcopy of the full collection, I seized it. The final ending feels like an appropriate conclusion.
If one had to criticize it, it would be that the Tower itself is completely unrealistic even in the Biblical cosmology of the story: as I said, the best Chiang stories unite literature and good ideas. I would rank this 5 of the 8 stories.
But the whole is still memorable. Fortunately, just a few weeks ago I happened to read some material on the Lagrangian interpretations of physics and combined with knowing in advance the ending, I was able to appreciate the story much better this time. I would rank this 3 of the 8 stories.
It does. Avoiding the physics entirely! With the meaning of the story excised, he has to come up with a regular plot, and does this by giving the aliens a - dare I say - more human motivation in trying to somehow save themselves by uplifting humans. Or how is Heptapodese not supposed to lead to incredible chaos as people learn it and start monkeying with the future?
- Trafficking in Human Beings: Modern Slavery.
- The Times & The Sunday Times Homepage?
- Boom! (International Edition: 7 Choices for Blowing the Doors Off Business ....
- Annihilation (Forgotten Realms: R.A. Salvatores War of the Spider Queen, Book 5)?
- Building an army of 'Truett Cathy clones'?
Why do the aliens need any assistance from the humans in the first place, whether to learn their language or to save themselves? The special-effects depiction of Heptapod is some nifty cloud effects, but the heptapods themselves are not terribly compelling aliens.
I would doubtless have enjoyed it more if I had never read the story. The writing is Chiang at his most Chiang-y, the world interesting and provocative, and the ending simply unspeakable. It just jars me. I think somewhere Chiang also notes his dissatisfaction with the writing of this one. Borges is always interested in translation see for example his fantastic essay on translating the Nights and I made a note to look up this work which presented such challenges for rendering into Spanish. Urn Burial is hugely archaic, but also amazing. I am not sure where I have last seen any literary pyrotechnics to match Browne in English.
David Foster Wallace sometimes approaches him, but beyond that I draw blanks. The book defies any simple summary as many passages are cryptic tangles and Browne says many things. Many of these Urnes were broke by a vulgar discoverer in hope of inclosed treasure. The ashes of Marcellus were lost above ground, upon the like account. Where profit hath prompted, no age hath wanted such miners. For which the most barbarous Expilators found the most civill Rhetorick.
Gold once out of the earth is no more due unto it; What was unreasonably committed to the ground is reasonably resumed from it: Let Monuments and rich Fabricks, not Riches adorn mens ashes. The commerce of the living is not to be transferred unto the dead: It is not injustice to take that which none complains to lose, and no man is wronged where no man is possessor.
The density push
But the long habit of living indisposeth us for dying; When Avarice makes us the sport of death; When even David grew politickly cruell; and Solomon could hardly be said to be the wisest of men. But many are too early old, and before the date of age. Adversity stretcheth our dayes, misery makes Alcmenas nights, and time hath no wings unto it. But the most tedious being is that which can unwish it self, content to be nothing, or never to have been, which was beyond the male-content of Job, who cursed not the day of his life, but his Nativity; Content to have so farre been, as to have a title to future being; Although he had lived here but in an hidden state of life, and as it were an abortion.
The treasures of time lie high, in Urnes, Coynes, and Monuments, scarce below the roots of some vegetables. Time hath endlesse rarities, and shows of all varieties; which reveals old things in heaven, makes new discoveries in earth, and even earth it self a discovery.
That great Antiquity America lay buried for a thousand years; and a large part of the earth is still in the Urne unto us. The poysoned Souldier when his Belly brake, put out two pyres in Plutarch. But in the plague of Athens , one private pyre served two or three Intruders; and the Saracens burnt in large heaps, by the King of Castile , shewed how little Fuell sufficeth. Though the Funerall pyre of Patroclus took up an hundred foot, a peece of an old boat burnt Pompey ; And if the burthen of Isaac were sufficient for an holocaust, a man may carry his owne pyre.
To be namelesse in worthy deeds exceeds an infamous history.
The Canaanitish woman lives more happily without a name, then Herodias with one. And who had not rather have been the good theef, then Pilate? But the iniquity of oblivion blindely scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity. Who can but pity the founder of the Pyramids?