For saving the sanity of a poor harrassed SF writer. I have spent most of the weekend on line and at the library researching two crucial topics. I wanted to find out about alternative possibilities for proteins, and their compatibility with our form of life. Unfortunately, having a Ph.D. in biochemistry and some years of work in protein structure, and having had the lifelong handicap of not being able to BS my way through things I haven’t thought about properly, I have to have worked out whether the biochemistry I’m envisioning is plausible and would have the effect I want it to have – even if it is never talked about in the book. I kept running across references to 150, 300 or 700 non-protein amino acids found in plants, but nothing specific about those amino acids – particularly their effect on our biochemistry. But finally – found a whole book on amino acids in higher plants. Yes!! And some of them have been found hitchhiking on meteorites. They are out there. Before that, while still thrashing, I had a chance to reaquaint myself with the Astrobiology Web and its page on Extremophiles (check out Deinococcus radiodurans – bug with 3000X the radiation resistance of humans; it reassembles its genome from fragments), and with the Astrobiology Institute at NASA, and what’s going on with Europa (the IR spectrum of the red streaks on the surface bears an interesting resemblance to the IR spectra of certain extremophiles) and Lake Vostok. I am partial to Lake Vostok (subglacial lake thought to have been isolated by Antarctic ice for millions of years – problem is getting into it without contaminating it).
Author Archives: Alison
You know you've surfed too much science when …
… you see the tabloid headline in the supermarket “Dolly has affair with 15-year-old”, and all you can think of is the sheep.
Disintegrated again
Having once again zapped myself, rather than the garage door, with the garage door opener, I have concluded I would not have lasted long in Starfleet. My garage door opener looks very like a traditional phaser,the little flattened box, with no built in indicator as to which is the business end. I would therefore, at some point in my brief and ignominious career, have vanished in an orange matte outline while attempting to zap something that was trying to eat/dissolve/absorb me. No doubt I would be wearing a red shirt.
We SF writers assume that the future will be, if not better managed, better designed. There might be holocaust, dystopia, or global McDonaldization, but at least all the doors which are meant to be pushed will have a flat push plate rather than a pull bar, so you’re not yanking on the door with your eyes right level with the little sign saying “push” because the cues contradict each other and the design cue takes precedence over the written one in that small portion of your brain not occupied with working out what kind of envoy mission Horth would send Erien on to get him into trouble. The future should be dramatically interesting – when bad things happen, they should happen for interesting reasons, out of conspiracy, malice, or grand incompetence, rather than lousy interfaces. Then again, the signs are not encouraging. Consider video recorders and mobile phones, both of which are a user-challenge. Both of which have interfaces which are completely unrevealing of function. Certainly mobile phones are still operating with a phone interface laid over functionality that has nothing to do with digit-dialling. That may be why the web has caught people’s imagination: web interfaces can be custom designed (within the capricious constraints of browserdom and cross-platform hell) to actually reflect the underlying information structure.
It’s a matter of life and death, design. Until anaesthesia equipment was redesigned, there were always a small number of deaths from mix-ups of the oxygen and the nitrous oxide – tubes plugged into the wrong socket. No matter how many times people were reminded, trained, exhorted to vigilance or punished, the error continued to happen. Then the machines were redesigned so that it was not physically possible to hook up the wrong connections, and eliminated deaths from that cause. I’ve just finished a freelance project on errors concerning medicines administration, and the consensus of people in the field is that the safest possible system is one that is designed on the assumption that humans will make mistakes, so that there are built-in safeguards against human failure, but also one that allows recovery from mistakes, which involves allowing human experts to use their expertise. Overconstraining people may improve safety, but it will not improve safety as much as allowing initiative in recovering from error. It’s a delicate balance. The British Medical Journal dedicated a whole issue to Reducing error, improving safety.
So with regard to the disintegrating-Alison problem, the first and most robust solution would be the pistol-phaser: design it so it cannot be pointed at the user. A more sophisticated solution would be design so it detects that it is pointed at the same warm body that is holding the trigger and will not fire. Although in the time taken for that feedback to occur, and the realization to sink in that you need to point the other end at whatever is trying to eat you you already might have got et. And then that depends on the software working 100% of the time. So I’d tend to prefer the pistol-phaser. But make it too cumbersome and I’d leave it at home, or put it in my backpack where it would get buried under notebooks, and while I wouldn’t get disintegrated, I’d still get et.
"Making characters come alive"
… was the title of one of the panels I did in Seattle. Here’s the list I came up with:
- Desire – they have to want something and be prepared to go after it. To my mind essential for the central character or “engine” of a story. An inactive central character is a terrible burden for a story. I don’t say it can’t be done, but it’s “advanced writing”.
- A certain amount of unreasonableness. Bloodymindedness, I call it. The disinclination to listen to sensible arguments.
- Faith. I realised, writing the list, that my characters have some fundamental faith in something, whether deity or equation. They believe the universe is ordered. This probably betrays my Presbyterian origins. The world is ordered. But it could be ordered better. Both my heros and villains are out to order the universe better.
- Blindspots: imperfect knowledge of themselves or estimation of others. Characters who are decieved by others aren’t nearly as interesting as those who at risk of decieving themselves.
- Appetites. Kind of goes with desires, but not entirely. The example I use was the wonderful bit of characterization of the political officer in Babylon 5, the voracious little blonde who turned up to subvert and seduce John Sheridan. Usually when one has a slim and wicked woman on a TV show, if she eats at all, she sips a drink and nibbles on a salad. But this one noshed! I think she had three meals, and at one point was tucking into what looked like pasta! (Or maybe it was gagh!) That was characterization!
- An area of mastery. I like writing about characters who are good at something.
- Weird hobbies. They have to have some area of interest that is completely irrelevant to the story. It may never make it into the novel – they may be running too fast to indulge in it – but I know it’s there.
- A distinctive way of expressing themselves. Ideally, I’d like any sustained bit of dialogue to be immediately identifiable as being theirs.
Weekend, what weekend?
Back from Seattle, Rustycon. Memos to self: (1) in future take my own name badge, so even if the type on the badges is 14 point, I will be identifiable (2) request a printout of my schedule beforehand so that I can protest 4-panel stretches over lunch in advance of arrival. Sustainance today has consisted of: cinnamon roll and OJ at Barnes and Noble; 2 chocolate chip cookies waiting for the bus at 2 pm; 6 pieces of sushi in Seattle airport at 3:30 pm; one chocolate bar in Vancouver airport at 5:30 pm; 1 glass of rice milk at 9 pm. This was my own fault, for finding airport food and grocery shopping so unappealing. Had the usual mixture of ‘why am I DOING this’ and ‘when’s the next one’; found myself decidedly under-dressed for the occasion – though useful when passing for mundane in the hotel restuarant; am beginning to wonder if having Dr. on one’s credit card (change having finally stuck with the bank) results in getting better rooms. I don’t think I am growing deafer, or more tolerant. Wondered if airport employees are forbidden by contract from discussing public transit – all enquiries as to how to reach hotel led to taxis. Legwork eventually led to bus, with net saving $100+. Memo to self: advance-research public transit. Pretty good panels, although the worldbuilding one concluded in a decidedly licentous vein. But there were some nifty ideas floated, beforehand. And one of my fellow panellists had actually read Blueheart. I am still rather grovellingly grateful if someone I do not know has read one of my books!