Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Hate On The Internet

This article was published in the original Podium magazine on Jan 1, 2002, with the tag line, "A coloured writer goes "undercover" into the seamy world of online white supremacy." It had originally appeared in the Toronto Star on May 2, 1995, under the title, "Up To Individuals Not State Censors To Police Internet" . The original Podium version carried the following caveat:

Note that much of this article's content is outdated, since the world wide web was still in its infancy in 1995. The article was completed after months of "undercover" activity in white supremacist newsgroups. Interestingly, some of the nefarious figures encountered have since risen to prominence in the neo-nazi world, and have just as quickly plummetted from bigoted "grace".

by Raywat Deonandan

With public obsession with the Internet --the global computer communications network-- at an all-time high, it's not surprising that Time Magazine recently released a special issue dedicated to its navigation. What is surprising is that the B'Nai Brith, the Jewish anti-defamation league, recently declared that the Internet is being increasingly exploited by hate groups.

A quick scan of the available newsgroups would tend to confirm this observation. A newsgroup is an area of the Internet dedicated to discussions on a designated topic. Subscribers may read postings, submit their own comments or respond to the comments of others. Topics have traditionally ranged from entertainment ("alt.startrek", for example) and levity ("rec.humor.funny") to commerce and society ("tor.forsale" and "soc.culture.australian").

Recently, however, the numbers subscribing to such renegade newsgroups as "alt.revisionism" and "alt.politics.white-power" have increased dramatically. Postings on these groups can be inane ravings about how ZOG (the "Zionist Occupational Government") have suppressed U.F.O. data --don't laugh, this one's not made up-- to the more dangerous advertisements for private video and book sales. Banter is often of the locker room variety, or feeble attempts to argue logically from a dubious fact base. But there is also the unspoken underlying potential for real organization.

The establishment of the Internet has been likened to the invention of the printing press. And, in much the same way as that earlier information revolution, the flow and dissemination of opinions can no longer be controlled or edited. Indeed, some hate-mongers have compared their activities with Martin Luther's campaign of public religious education.

The explosion of disinformation has been fuelled by the arrival of public Internet providers, companies that furnish computer accounts to anyone willing to pay the minimal monthly fee. The bigger ones are America Online and Netcom in the USA, Internex Online and various Freenets in Canada, and the Hong Kong Supernet in South Asia. While these servers have taken the Internet out of the hands of the educational elite --the universities, military and research institutions-- they have also made it vulnerable to those with invalid credentials and questionable agendas.

Indeed, the majority of hateful posters seem to originate from these public servers, sometimes choosing derogatory and racist user names like "dummcoon". Some of the more spirited and libelous comments arise from anonymous servers, such as "anon.penet.fi" in Finland. These posters are nothing more than cowardly, throwing their stones from behind the wall of anonymity.

What is still unknown is the complement and demographics of the "lurkers", people who read the postings but never respond. One can hope that they are merely the curious or entertained, and not the silent and converted.

This issue has stoked the debate of censorship. Should the Internet, humanity's greatest reservoir of free uncontrolled information, be subject to official censure? Some providers claim to monitor their users to ensure that certain standards of conduct are maintained. Recently, Netcom revoked the account of an individual who was posting rabid antisemitic propaganda. The story was carried on CBC Prime Time News. But the official reasons for the closure of the account had nothing to do with any objections to the contents of the offending articles, but with the method of the posting: the fellow was cross-posting to too many newsgroups simultaneously, and was thus in reach of his contract with Netcom.

Internet providers are very wary of being seen to censor or moderate their users. The argument against moderation is that the 'Net is self-regulating; users objecting to a posting feel a moral obligation to rebut and refute it. But there are so many niches in Cyberspace that a group wishing to develop its agenda can do so with relative privacy. Eventually, detractors tire of discrediting every outrageous statement, and the group continues its activities unabated.

In any case, it seems unlikely that, this far into its evolution, some comprehensive and fair form of censorship could be imposed on this juggernaut. It remains to each of us to play an active role in challenging every germ of hate and ignorance that could infect humanity's greatest forum.


Why I Love Professional Wrestling

This article was published in the original Podium magazine on Dec 17, 2001, with the tag line, "Why a supposedly intelligent person would watch professional wrestling." It had first appeared on the website of The Pro Wrestling Torch on Dec. 14, 2001, and later appeared as a chapter in the textbook, Opposing Viewpoints: Popular Culture (Greenhaven Press, 2005, ISBN: 0737731052) in 2005.


by Raywat Deonandan

Sometimes I think I’d be more comfortable admitting to a criminal conviction or a sexual deviancy. Certainly, to some minds, my dirty little secret could be put in the same category. It’s a private shame that I try to avow early in any relationship, bringing it to the forefront to be discussed and laughed about, the theory being that ad hoc truthfulness vitiates the foul deed. Yet despite my outward comfort ---nay pride-- in this particular deviant taste, I must confess to a daily struggle to explain to the unbelievers why, oh why, I so love the “sport” of professional wrestling.

The look of horror on the faces of those to whom I have offered this confession is a universal. Since wrestling’s recent explosion into the true mainstream, courtesy mostly of The Rock’s bellicose pop culture appeal, that look has become hidden behind stolid faces of straining nonjudgmentalism. But it lingers still, a silent scream of disgust and pity, its unspoken (and sometimes loudly spoken) plea one of tiresome redundance to my sighing ear: “How can someone so educated and intelligent watch such crap?”

Usually, I then launch into my practiced lecture about the ancient and pure nature of wrestling, its timbre resonating with that of Greek theatre, its core morality play identical to history’s finest examples of good drama. While few ever buy the argument, they are usually sufficiently impressed by my liberal use of big words to gather that I’ve at least given the issue some thought --more so, dare I say it, than do people who watch supposedly “high brow” television, like *cough hack* Bill Maher’s Politically Incorrect or Law & Order, which are as equally exploitative but rarely vilified.

You see, I do not enjoy watching real sports. I don’t believe in glorifying the questionable accomplishments of thin-brained 20-year olds whose incomes criminally exceed the economies of many small nations. I particularly question the permissability of fighting in ice hockey, scenarios in which genuinely angry grown men try to physically harm one another. At least in wrestling, the violence is fake and the wrestlers strenuously work to avoid injuring one another.

Detractors invariably point out that the fans don’t know that it’s fake, and so wrestling shows simply stoke a public bloodthirst. To such critics, I can only sigh, their ignorance being a blight upon all good sense. I don’t think I’ll be crushing any dreams when I say here, in print, that everyone knows that wrestling outcomes are predetermined, and that everyone knows that most of the brutality is illusory. Yes, even many of the children. To my thinking, such detractors expose their own poor understanding and poor faith in the thrum of modern society.

Moreover, the enjoyableness of professional wrestling is not related to that of a genuine gladiatorial contest. On the whole, fans do not seek brutality as the outcome. Instead, we simply seek a well told story set in a weird world of supermen and thin egos. Therein lies the secret power of this genre. We don’t watch Monday Night Raw looking for a kind of realistic Ali-Foreman contest. No, we watch it hoping for a Rocky-Apollo Creed finale: a staged movie payoff to a well crafted preceding drama.

In the wrestling world, Evil invariably faces off against Good, with Good always coming out on top. In the interim, Evil only wins when Evil cheats, but will always get its just desserts in the end. What other form of entertainment offers such a pure and timeless theme, complete with sing-along catchphrases and comic book personas? The stories told in the modern era are wonders to behold. Brother against brother, marital betrayal, love, tragedy, returns from the dead, behind-the-scenes politicking, teams torn asunder by misunderstanding or greed ---all these stories eventually lead to a physical contest inside the fabled “squared circle”, and all must be told simultaneously to a live audience of tens of thousands and to a television audience of millions. When Stone Cold Steve Austin drinks a beer at the end of his match, his practiced flourishes must be as well seen by those in the back row of the arena as by those watching close-up on the TV screen, testament both to Austin’s unique acting ability and to the need to keep every single audience member engaged. Unlike other TV offerings, wrestling is tweaked day to day to respond to audience reaction. Storylines are radically rewritten or abandoned in mid-stride if fans respond unfavourably. No other entertainment genre offers such interactivity and complexity of performance.

Admittedly, there are elements to this entertainment genre which are disturbing, its occasional sexism and racism being obvious examples. At present, the WWF in particular suffers not from excessive offensiveness, but simply from lackadaisical writing. I have thus questioned if the present lacklustre product has stifled my innate love for the “sport.” I have searched for an image or moment which could rekindle the flame of my fandom. I found it in a recent match between The Rock and Chris Jericho.

Jericho, a well-liked underdog, had just beaten ultimate fan-favourite The Rock for the WCW Championship, but had resorted to an illegal chair-shot to do so. In the post-match showdown, Jericho clutched his uncleanly won belt with ambiguous joy as The Rock approached him with the steel chair cocked to deliver a retributive blow. No words were spoken. Instead of delivering the expected blow, however, The Rock just handed Jericho the chair and marched out of the ring, leaving the new champion to his tainted celebration. It was the look on Jericho’s face that sold the moment to me. Without speaking a word or raising a fist, he communicated that he had criminally bloodied his hands to attain his goal, commencing on a hubris-strewn path of tragedy which would eventually lead to his downfall. His shame was palpable, but subtle. It was a MacBeth moment that calls to the heart of good drama, and which encourages me to declare yet again that I am a proud fan of professional wrestling.

My Problem With Space Tourism

This article was published in the original Podium magazine on Dec 8, 2001, with the tag line, " Space tourism is great... until it becomes a Hollywood playground." It was then reproduced on Dooney's Cafe in January of 2002.


by Raywat Deonandan

It's certainly a dream many of us have shared, to rocket into the heavens and return safely to Earth. Since the heady days of Sputnik, Yuri Gagarin and John Glenn, generations of children have fantasized about stepping onto the surfaces of the Moon or Mars, and about simply floating in weightless microgravity, miles above the spinning blue Earth. Myself, I often gaze with longing upon the framed letter hanging in my kitchen, the one notifying me that I've not been selected for the Canadian Space Agency's astronaut corps. I was 25 and in graduate school when I'd applied.

While I am disappointed that I was not selected for the corps, the fact that the recruitment process was a truly democratic one is nevertheless reassuring. That one can simply send off a resume to the Space Agency (albeit the Canadian one) is a grand leap forward from the days of internal military recruitment, so well documented in Tom Wolfe's "The Right Stuff". Hence that letter,despite its personal bad news, offers hope hope that us commoners will one day find our way into the great boundless blackness.

These are indeed revolutionary times with respect to the changing accessibility of space. For we who have ranked Neil Armstrong among the champions of human exploration and expansion (alongside the likes of Columbus and Magellan, colonial motivations notwithstanding), the recent policy directions of the Russian space agency are of particular interest. Courtesy of the cash-strapped Russian program, American tycoon Dennis Tito became humanity's very first "space tourist," having forked over a reported $20 million for a week long stay aboard the International Space Station.

Tito's expedition was notable for a variety of reasons. It signaled that the global space program had evolved to the point of sufficient safety for an untrained individual to take part, and convincingly demonstrated the existence of a space tourism market. From now on, you don't need to be a PhD scientist or a former fighter pilot with Olympic-calibre fitness to make it into space. All you need is $20 million.

The feat has cleared the way for further attempts to cultivate the space tourism market, most actively by private enterprise. The second man on the moon, Edwin "Buzz" Aldrin, is among the most high profile of this entrepreneurial army. Dennis Tito himself has committed his money and business expertise to whittling the price of future tourist missions to a "mere" one or two million dollars. And the "X-prize", a $10 million bounty cast in the model of the prizes which launched the adventures of the Wright brothers and Charles Lindbergh, is up for grabs to any private company that can put three individuals into space and bring them back to Earth safely two times in two weeks. The intent of the X-prize is to jump-start the commercialization of space, to take access to the heavens out of the hands of monolithic and agenda-ridden governments and genuinely into the hands of small to medium businesses.

All this tourism activity bodes well for we who have long sought freedom from Earth's gravity. There will no doubt come a day within the next few decades when, for the present price of a decadent African safari, a moderately affluent individual will be able to purchase a ticket into orbit ...and maybe beyond. This is the true price scale and timeline being bandied about by the experts.

Therein lies my purist concern. While access by the masses is critical for the long-term development of outer space and its related resources, it bodes ill for the ambience, reverence and magic that, ironically, are the factors that attract both vulgar tourists and dreamers alike. Since only the affluent, or indeed the ridiculously rich, will be able to afford it, will outer space be the ultimate class-restricted club? The Monaco or Montserrat of the heavens? How long before recovering Hollywood bad boys seek the age-reducing effects of microgravity? I cringe at the thought of a Charlie Sheen, Paula Poundstone or Sean "Puff Daddy/P-Diddy/Puffy" Combs drunkenly defacing Neil Armstrong's lunar landing site. I have no doubt that it will one day happen, but I hope I'm not around to hear tell of it.

Already, Radio Shack and Pizza Hut have filmed frivolous commercials aboard the international space station. A European designer is planning the first orbital fashion show. And Mark Burnett, creator of television's Survivor, is actively seeking a launch service to enable the production of "Survivor in Space". Do we really need the likes of naked Richard Hatch and screech-voiced Jerri Manthey in our skies?

In terms of its potential for exploration and exploitation, outer space truly is the last great physical frontier. More than that, it may be humanity's salvation, as it represents room to expand, resources to exploit, mysteries to uncover and challenges to unite us. Undoubtedly, the path to realizing its promise involves ultimately making this frontier accessible to non-governmental astronauts and even casual visitors. But let's hope that our heavens do not become or remain the exclusive domain of the affluent and frivolous.

Survey This!

This article was published in the original Podium magazine on Dec 1, 2001, with the tag line, "A critique of the practice of Internet or web-based surveying."


by Raywat Deonandan

Back in 1997, Microsoft Canada garnered a lot of media attention for it's ballyhooed 24-hour on-line Internet poll. Internet users were asked to visit the Microsoft web site and answer the nine questions posted there by that champion of Canadian surveyors, the Decima Corporation. Fifty-five thousand Canadians responded, half of whom were from Ontario. According to the Microsoft press release, it was a "demonstration of the power of Internet technology."

And how was this power used? It was used to answer such gripping questions as "If the Earth's axis shifted and lengthened the day by one hour, how would you spend the extra time?" and "Which of the following famous T.V. bosses reminds you most of your own boss?" More precisely, it was a demonstration of the power of Microsoft's marketing team.

Admittedly, the survey did garner interesting information about Internet usage, such as the insights gleaned from the survey question, "What is the single most important function that the Internet serves for you at work?" But that seems to be the only useful result of such an endeavour, at least for now, because a sample of people who use the Internet is only representative of other people who use the Internet.

In other words, one still cannot use the Internet as a survey tool to make inferences about the great unwashed masses. Despite what marketers tell us, most people, even here in Canada, remain unwired.

Luckily, the majority of on-line pollsters are sophisticated enough to realize this, and have directed all their survey questions toward an electronic end. For example, Dr. Kimberly Young of the University of Pittsburgh maintains a very long on-line questionnaire that attempts to detail a psychological profile of each respondent. Her actual research question, however, has to do with the phenomenon known as "Internet addiction," so she has probably targeted the right audience. In fact, in order to spend so much on-line time completing her survey, one would have to be addicted to the Internet.

Another truism of surveying is that you usually attract a certain kind of person, whether intentionally or accidentally. For example, Microsoft wanted to sample Canadian Internet users, but the very language of the survey --English-- excluded every francophone Canadian.

A company called Easyscopes runs a regular monthly survey from its website and has found a typical proportion of female respondents to be around 80%! This, of course, greatly exceeds what one might expect, especially when the Microsoft data suggested a 1997 female on-line presence of 20%. But then one must realize that the Easyscopes site is where many people go to read their horoscopes, supposedly a predominantly female pastime.

One must therefore consider a respondent's motivation for being at the website to begin with. In the case of Microsoft, a total prize package of $500,000 was the bait for completing their survey. Other on-line surveyors offer cheaper but more subtle incentives. The inevitable and somewhat ubiquitous sex surveys tempt one to completion by letting each respondent view the cumulative results immediately upon completion of each survey. It's a temptation that's hard to resist, especially if --as the polls would suggest-- you're a middle-aged middle-class unmarried heterosexual man who gets most of his social interaction through a computer screen.

The more academic investigators are definitely at a loss in this compensatory sense. And there are quite a few of them out there, including a University of Brighton graduate student who is investigating the effects of the Internet on users' quality of life. But few graduate students have sufficient funds to offer half a million dollars in prize money, or a research topic sexy enough to lure respondents who are otherwise beckoned by the luridness of explicit sex surveys and the deep pockets of billionaire software magnates.

So if even academics can't make effective use of the "power of Internet technology," Microsoft's claims start to sound a little hollow. However, one final benefit may yet be wrought from the growing trend of Internet surveying. It may, someday soon, noticeably reduce the number of annoying telephone polls.

Virtual Medicine

This article was published in the original Podium magazine on Dec 1, 2001, with the tag line, "A description of the state on online education for medical professionals." It first appeared in Family Practice Magazine on Sep. 15, 1997, written for an audience of "non-wired doctors".


by Raywat Deonandan

James Ryan, a vice-president at Pennsylvania State University, calls the explosion of on-line Internet courses “the hottest and most sweeping development” he’s ever seen. With the Internet’s maturation from a plain text medium to a textured cacophony of video and sound, an obvious evolution was the advent of high-tech distance education. Lately, the explosion has begun to serve the educational needs of family physicians.

Distance education has long been a dry but valuable option for physicians and other professionals living in remote areas, or for individuals whose busy schedules do not permit participation in rigidly structured classroom courses. Until recently, the path of “remote learning” involved mail-in exams, standard textbooks and an occasional phone call to a professor.

The Internet, however, offers several advantages over its low-tech forebear, the correspondence course. E-mail allows almost instantaneous two-way communication without the interference of an often unreliable postal service. The World Wide Web allows anyone with access to a connected computer to view images such as diagrams, graphs and photographs which can be updated instantaneously. Advances in multimedia permit audio lectures to be acquired over the Internet in “real-time” formats such as “Real Audio.” And the proliferation of Java-enabled browsers and Shockwave-equipped websites have made interactivity a meaningful everyday word. Education need no longer be limited to the reading of textbooks.

For the family physician, these developments can be particularly advantageous. A number of electronic medical courses have surfaced in recent months, some even striving to offer CME and CFPC certification.

To determine the efficacy of the medium for the continuing education of physicians in remote areas in Ontario, a pilot study was conducted by Dr. Truls Ostbye of the University of Western Ontario’s Department of Epidemiology & Biostatistics. Dr. Ostbye and his associates modelled an electronic clinical trials course after an existing graduate-level classroom course, and taught it in text modules via E-mail. None of the fancy Internet bells and whistles, like audio and graphics, were used.

“The idea was to keep it low-tech,” Dr. Ostbye says, “so that a minimum of computer expertise was required by the students.” What he found was that the course appealed to medical professionals around the world, not just in Ontario. Clinicians working in the Australian desert and in a small African community suddenly had educational access to a major Canadian university.

Students responded favourably to the anonymity of E-mail, and to being able to interact when and how often they chose. The design and administration of clinical trials, it seems, was a topic that diverse medical professionals were thirsting to know more about. No doubt, there are other topics that could benefit from this approach.

Even though Ostbye’s course was delivered without profit as a consideration, the tuition was still over $500 per student, just to cover expenses. The materials may be virtual, but the cost is still real. However, this cost is comparable to that of popular postal correspondence courses, such as those of the Canadian Securities Institute.

A more ambitious undertaking is the on-line public health course offered by the University of North Carolina. Covering all the major aspects of public health theory and practice, such as the evaluation of drinking water and the assessment of community disease outbreaks, this course seems tailor-made for the curious family physician. Further underlining the electronic medium’s global appeal, the course’s teaching assistant, Nicole Walker, created a minor media sensation by continuing to teach on-line while away in Portugal, her students never aware that she had moved.

This course is quite impressive in the variety of media it employs: streaming audio lectures in Real Audio format; powerpoint slides rendering excellent graphics; chat rooms so students can interact privately and synchronously; and bulletin boards for asynchronous communication.

Of course, North Carolina’s course’s greater complexity requires a prospective student to have more computer expertise and better equipment than the students of Dr. Ostbye’s clinical trials course. The University of North Carolina therefore requires students to complete an on-line skills test to ensure that everyone is comfortable with the computer medium.

Closer to home, Dalhousie University has stepped up its on-line offerings. Among its courses is one developed and administered by Dr. Anna Mary Burditt. Like Dr. Ostbye’s clinical trials course, Dr. Burditt modelled her course on an existing classroom offering: a second year family medicine course she had been teaching for 10 years. Titled “Alcohol Problems: A Family Medicine Approach,” the course is geared toward practising family physicians wishing to use the case method to learn more about treating alcoholism. Burditt stresses the interactivity of the medium, and has designed the course to take full advantage of the World Wide Web’s imaging abilities and asynchronous bulletin boards.

Burditt has applied for accreditation from the CFPC. Hopefully, from a certification point of view, the Internet medium will soon be ranked on par with live classroom courses.

Many of the larger American universities are enthusiastically developing profit-making Internet courses on a variety of topics. The University of Minnesota website offers a list of a variety of on-line science courses. And Gregory Allen, a medical undergraduate at California’s Loma Linda University, maintains a list of electronic medical courses and textbooks on his personal website.

Certainly, for medical professionals of all types, there now exists a host of educational opportunities to fit anyone’s schedule. All you need is a computer.


SELECTED WEBSITES AND CONTACT INFORMATION

Dalhousie University’s “Alcohol Problems: A Family Medicine Approach”. Contact Dr. Anna Mary Burditt.

University of Minnesota’s list of on-line science courses.



Science’s Interdependent Relationship with Science Fiction

This article was published in the original Podium magazine on Nov 5, 2001, with the tag line, "Transcript of a presentation given about science's relationship with science-fiction." It was produced from a presentation given by Dr. Deonandan at the Canadian Science Fiction and Fantasy Symposium, held at the University of Ottawa on May 5, 2001. It appears in the academic anthology, Worlds of Wonder: Readings in Canadian Science Fiction and Fantasy Literature (University of Toronto Press, 2004) with the title, "A Scientist's Relationship with Science Fiction" (pages 131-139). It has since been reproduced at Skiffy.ca


by Raywat Deonandan


INTRODUCTION

Science fiction as a genre of literature, film and television has evolved from fantastical explorations of imagined worlds and technologies to dire sociological predictions about the ways in which human modes can be transformed by changing scientific ethics. With this evolution has come a shift in audience demographics, and a change in the attitude of the mainstream toward those who enjoy this genre. There is some evidence that the art itself has served to influence changes seen in the foci and timbre of research scientists over the past century, reflecting and perhaps initiating the evolution of Western science from its Newtonian and Darwinian observational origins to its modern mosaic of metaphysical concerns, quantum imprecisions, chaotic systems and psychophysics, etching a spidery spread of the scientific ethic to embrace the previously unrelated fields of economics, politics and philosophy. The history of science fiction is one of necessary dependence upon science, causing it to evolve into a kind of analytical tool, and potentiating a stronger influence on greater society.

SCIENCE FICTION PRODUCES ITS OWN AUDIENCE

Science fiction has certainly inspired many members of the present generation of Western research scientists to pursue their calling. The increasingly scientifically literate audience has, in turn, compelled the genre to evolve. This synergy has spurred some interesting developments, such as the rise of so-called “hard” science fiction, a genre appealing to technological sticklers. The response of the mainstream has been to sometimes ridicule those who enjoy this genre, though that ridicule is clearly tinged with respect for the stereotype of those with presumed technical proficiency, the fabled “science nerd.” The relationship between modern scientists and science fiction is therefore a complex one embodying both pride and embarrassment, inspiration and dismissal.

Within the context of science fiction, the synergy between product and consumer is a fascinating one. The so-called “Golden Age” of science-fiction, presided over by the domineering figure of John W. Campbell in the 1950s, saw the arrival of authors who would one day boast the title of Grandmaster: Robert Heinlein, Ray Bradbury, Isaac Asimov and Arthur C. Clarke. This era benefited from a growing public awareness of science and technology, spurred by the recent “triumph” of the atomic bomb and by the first steps into space, courtesy of the Soviets’ Sputnik probe. Readers in this era had a cursory knowledge of science. They knew, for example, that Mars is another plant that orbits the sun, and that one requires a rocketship to get there. Hence, a classic like Bradbury’s The Martian Chronicles could be readily contextualized by the masses; its exotic locale on Martian surface was considered only mildly fanciful, its happenstance fully imaginable given the impressive technological achievements of the time.

But Bradbury was able to take great liberties with his novel, his own scientific illiteracy notwithstanding. At the time of the book’s writing, it was already well known to astronomers that Mars did not have a breathable atmosphere, that the Martian surface was much too cold and inhospitable to support human life, and that the fabled Martian “canals” imagined by astronomer Percival Lowell in the previous century did not truly exist. Yet The Martian Chronicles was not to be slowed by mere fact.

There is no denying, however, that simply having situated his novel on Mars allowed Bradbury to inspire within the hearts of his legion of mostly male, prepubescent readers a strong yearning for things Martian, much like how the wild west stories of a previous generation inspired an identical demographic. Bradbury’s tale is a simple pioneer frontier story; it was its otherworldliness that made it a best-seller.

As the 1950s drew to a close, the vision of Jules Verne, H.G. Wells and Johannes Kepler was becoming reality: humankind was venturing into outer space. The content of novels by Bradbury, Heinlein and Asimov was no longer fanciful musing, but was newsworthy fact. President Kennedy proclaimed that the American people would “do the other thing” and send a man to the moon, ushering in an era in which the previous generation’s fictional flights of fancy became anchored in realpolitik. Greater awareness of scientific issues necessitated a growing sophistication of the population.

From this maturation came a generation of writers for whom the “otherworldliness” of Bradbury’s The Martian Chronicles was insufficient. Engagement of this new audience required finer subtleties of storytelling, and grander ideas to explore. The twisted realities of Phillip K. Dick are among the children of this era, made possible by the deeper education of the audience. As the 1970s dawned, Western society was knee-deep in the language of science, with popular science magazines like Omni enjoying the cross-genre fruits of the marketing machinery of the Penthouse corporation, belying the growing sexiness of technology. Science sophistication was sufficiently advanced among thegeneral readership that the “hardest” of science fiction writers felt free to evoke images of dizzying technical grandeur and precision.

Larry Niven is a fine example of this breed. Niven’s classic Ringworld describes the construction of a massive ring around a sun-like star. The ring’s trillions of inhabitants exist on the inner edge of the ring, providing a infinitely diverse set of loci for scripting adventure. Such a novel could not have been written before this era. While admittedly niche-marketed to a specialized scientifically literate audience, the very existence of that ready-made audience allowed Niven to bypass the minutiae of space construction issues. He did not have to explain that planets orbit stars, or that the ring must revolve in order to simulate gravity, to list but two minor points; such information was already in the public domain.

With the close of the twentieth century came unparalleled audience sophistication. Science education had become a mantra of social need, the necessary path for every student to achieve full participation in modern society. Within the generally more literate milieu had arisen a sub-population of intensely scientifically literate individuals, made so in large part by the hard writing of the previous generation. Young physics students are known to read the science fiction classics of the previous decades, such as Ringworld, Neuromancer and the many on-going works of Arthur C. Clarke – the work inspires future science professionals, in essence creating and educating its own audience, enabling an increasingly sublime, glib and technically evocative body of science fiction work.

Perhaps the best example of this trend is the award-winning Mars Trilogy of Kim Stanley Robinson. The following selection is from the second tome of the trilogy, Green Mars:

"Perhaps, he thought, they had gone polyploidal, not as individuals but culturally –an international array, arriving here and effectively quadrupling the meme strands, providing the adaptability to survive in this alien terrain despite all the stress-induced mutations..."


The books were New York Times best-sellers, clearly reaching an audience larger than the traditional niche science fiction crowd. Yet, Robinson did not bother to explain genetic terminology, such as “polyploidal” or “meme strands”. Nor did he need to name the moons of Mars –Phobos and Deimos– or define “regolith,” the astrophysical term he frequently uses which describes the nature of surface rock on many intrasolar bodies. That Robinson could wield a complex scientific vocabulary so unapologetically is testament to his understanding of the audience that science fiction had wrought: a very large population intimately familiar with the touchstones of the genre -- space travel, genetics and even many of the more obscure and atypical nuances of speculative science.

SCIENCE FICTION AS SCIENCE ANALYSIS

The intimate relationship between science and science fiction is often characterized by the latter’s history of having predicted developments in the former. The novels of Jules Verne, for example, adequately described advances in undersea exploration and air travel years before such things were actualized. Without question, this tendency is not true prescience, but rather a fanciful interpretation of the prevailing thought of the time. While the science of Verne’s era could describe, but not build, submarines the likes of his “Nautilus,” Verne was nonetheless able to construct the machine within his virtual fictional world and run it through adventurous applications and simulations. In this way, literature provides a convenient venue for the safe exploration of extant theory. Many stories can be considered a coalescence of pure scientific thought into a contextualized semi-reality.

Johannes Kepler is thought by some to have written the first science fiction story in the 17th century. In it, he described a dream in which he flew to the moon and observed astrophysical phenomena about which he, as an astronomer, could only theorize. The art form provided him with an instrument for understanding his science in a more passionate and less analytical mode.

In a similar way, Arthur Conan Doyle’s legendary adventures of Sherlock Holmes are fine examples of fiction used to push the functional bounds of scientific analysis. These tales are not typically lumped into the science fiction category. But if one accepts a definition of the genre as fictional narrative in which the core events of said narrative are dependent upon the existence of science or technology that does not (yet) exist, then the tales of Sherlock Holmes belong alongside those of Conan Doyle’s contemporaries, Jules Verne and H.G. Well, as well as those of the Grandmasters Asimov and Clarke. As a medical doctor, Conan Doyle was able to entertain developments at the cusp of medical technology to empower his super-sleuth with analytical techniques that were not yet in employ by the police of the time.

Similarly, it is not surprising that the man often credited with having “invented” the communications satellite is Arthur C. Clarke, who wrote about the concept in a 1945 letter to Wireless World magazine, thirteen years before the first artificial satellite was actually launched. Clarke’s abilities and experiences as a science fiction writer enabled him to “think outside of the box,” to consider scientific possibilities that were minutely beyond the technological capabilities of the day. Like Kepler, Clarke’s unique position astraddle the worlds of both literature and science afforded him the necessary perspective to not only consider a technological possibility, but to run through fictionalized simulations of how the potential technology would affect larger society –a thought experiment rarely engendered upon by scientists of the day.

However, in the world of strict science, simply exploring an idea or technological precept does not qualify as analysis, but merely as the initial phase of the fabled scientific method. Two remaining elements must be incorporated: a controlled experimental environment and the reproducibility of results. The former is easily achieved in literature (more so than in actual laboratory conditions, to be sure); variables in a virtual fictional experiment can be instantly constrained by simply defining the environment a priori. The issue of reproducibility is more problematic, as it requires independent researchers (writers) to obtain the same solutions to reasonably identical problems.

The constraint of extraneous and spurious variables was notable in the responses to a foolhardy decree by John W. Campbell. The guru of the Golden Age of science fiction had declared that a science fiction detective story could never be written, since in fantastical worlds an assailant could always “death wish” his victim from behind a locked door. Through this statement, Campbell betrayed his lack of familiarity with the laboratory scientific method. The obvious solution, expounded with gusto by the likes of Harry Harrison and Larry Niven, was that an author could preclude the possibility of “death wishing” and other problematic elements by simply defining the extent of his fictional world a priori. Harrison’s various novels and anthologies concerning his character, the “Stainless Steel Rat”, and Niven’s The Long Arm of Gil Hamilton are but two examples of science fiction crime stories made possible by the constraining of spurious variables through the construction of thick, detailed fictional worlds whose social rules, physical laws and technological levels remain internally consistent.

In contrast, the reproduction of results is not a traditional goal of literature. Indeed, writers strive to explore new worlds, scenarios and situations, preferring not to tread the same ground travelled by others. One example, though, is of the concept of the “space elevator” or “orbital tether.” Originally conceptualized in the early 20th century by the legendary Russian physicist Tsiolkovsky, an orbital tether is a device that extends from the surface of a planet outward to a geostationary satellite, providing a cheap and efficient means of transporting people and goods to and from orbit. It goes without saying that such a device cannot be constructed in today’s economic and technological climate: the materials, expertise and wealth do not yet exist to enable its erection. Indeed, a functional orbital tether is likely to be at least a century away. Yet it has proven to be an attractive topic for several science fiction writers.

The most thorough treatment of the tether was given by Arthur C. Clarke in The Fountains of Paradise (1978). Clarke would revisit the concept in 3001: Final Odyssey two decades later. In Kim Stanley Robinson’s Mars Trilogy (1993, 1994, 1996), an orbital tether was erected in Martian orbit. Larry Niven would reproduce the device on both Earth and Mars in his Rainbow Mars (1997).

The differences in approaches to constructing the tether are interesting. Clarke described a traditional bottom-top engineering project, while Robinson suggested converting an asteroid into a self-replicating titanium cable that is dropped down from orbit. Niven, meanwhile, gave his space elevator life, making it an enormous alien tree that is grown simultaneously top-bottom and bottom-top. All of the writers foresaw the unique stressors to such a structure, and strove to suggest solutions in the context of fictional narrative. Both Niven and Robinson had the foresight to realize that Mars’ secondary moon Phobos would prove a navigational menace to a tether. Both writers struck upon the same solution, to oscillate the tether in sync with Phobos’ orbital period. These elements of problem solving, technical precision and fine detail are quite appealing to professional scientists, hence these novels have proven to be particularly popular among that technical subsector of the population.

Of course, both Niven and Robinson were inspired both by Clarke’s landmark work and by Tsiolkovsky’s initial theorems. Moreover, Niven credits Robinson for having first explored the Martian tether idea. These “experiments” are therefore not independent statistical events, and as such cannot be considered true scientific investigations. But neither are they mere fictional tales to be consumed without technological context or a nod to potential impact. Because of their unique nature, their preferred position between the planes of art and science, they must be considered a sort of “meta-experiment” in which analyses can be reproducible but not unique or independent. This in no way diminishes their value, but rather accentuates their important role in the hypothesis-generation phase of the formal scientific method.

CONCLUSION

The relationship between scientists and science fiction is a unique one in the literary world. The art reflects the activities of its audience while simultaneously inspiring that same audience to further its explorations. In engineering, this is called a feedback loop; in psychology, mutual dependence. This intertwining of interests has repercussions for wider society, increasingly so as Western civilization evolves into a genuine technocracy. How we will sustain ourselves in a world jolted by genetic engineering, for example, has already been examined in the realm of science fiction, while the treatment of the topic in such books as Brave New World no doubt informed and inspired the scientists who initially developed the technology. Moreover, our many possible responses to contact with alien civilizations have also been lain out and dissected in the pages of this unique genre, potentially providing a behavioural template for the real event. Since we are rapidly becoming aware that the projection of technological developments is vital for the effective preparation of public policy, the role of science fiction writers becomes heightened in the public eye.

In the novel Flying to Valhalla, scientist cum science fiction writer Charles Pellegrino succinctly presents the laws which would dictate present concerns regarding contact with an alien species:

  1. The dominant species of any world, like humanity, is necessarily ruthless and predatory;
  2. In any disagreement, an alien species will consider its own needs above ours; and
  3. An alien species will assume that these same laws apply to us.

Using these laws, Pellegrino defies the optimistic and dogmatic outlook of Carl Sagan, predicting that any interstellar contact would necessarily become violent. Pellegrino’s ideas have spurred much debate in the world of speculative science, and may yet influence formal governmental policy with regard to space transmissions and exploration.

Without a doubt, the aforementioned relationship between genre and readership grows in its intimacy and potency. With the ever accelerating scientific sophistication of the general public, this relationship expands to meet those individuals previously uninterested in science fiction. This will likely lead to a growing mainstream acceptance of the genre, allowing both its spirited vision and its analytical precision to touch and affect an expanding population of scientifically literate fans.

The Magic of India

This article was published in the original Podium magazine on Nov 5, 2001. A version had appeared in both India Currents Magazine (in December of 1996) and The Victoria College Alumni News in May of 1998, the latter under the title, "A Living Paradox: A Letter From India."


by Raywat Deonandan

Despite being of Indian origin, admittedly two centuries removed from my ancestors' arrival in Guyana, I've always clung to the romanticized Western ideal of the subcontinent. As a youth, I devoured Kipling and Forster, convinced that within every Indian forest could be heard the distant thumpings of tabla and the melancholy twang of the sitar, having been primed for this by the soundtracks of David Lean movies.

Surely, academic erudition, starving Indian children on Sunday night infomercials and such modern literary maestros as Rushdie and Seth would have cured me of such romanticism. But realism only served to flavour the romance, adding contradictory spicing to my impression of a place typically described as diverse and self-contradictory. Indeed, Rushdie's generation of writers built upon earlier generations' depiction of India as a fairy tale land, adding childish magic that masqueraded as "magic realism" and other "advanced" literary devices.

And so it was with great trepidation and excitement that I visited India, my ancestral motherland, for the first time. The fortunate recipient of a fellowship from the Canadian government, I and fourteen other Canadians studied development sites from the Himalayas in the extreme north to Kanyakumari in the extreme south. I had travelled through other parts of Asia before, and was reasonably well versed in regional Indian history, folklore, politics and economics. And yet I knew that this experience would be surprising in many, unexpected ways.

When friends ask me to sum up India with a simple observation or anecdote, a grisly example first comes to mind. I was staying at the India International Centre in New Delhi: ambassadorial splendour cached within the illusory Kipling-esque fairyland of Lodi Gardens, the old Islamic tomb complex. I awoke daily to Raj-like service with an opulent breakfast and bed tea, all while ten million Indians conducted life and business in the hidden metropolis beyond the vine-ridden walls. And on page six of the Times of India that first morning --typical of every subsequent morning-- was a story nine or ten lines long, hidden in the top left corner; it's title: "Twelve Congressmen Hacked To Death In Andrah Pradesh."

"Only in India," was the thought that came to my waking mind. It was a thought whose sentiment would return again and again. Only in a place that valued its democracy so passionately, yet tended to neglect its individual citizens shamelessly, would tales of political violence be relegated to the back pages, while ubiquitous and tiresome tales of scandal or Indo-Pakistani sports rivalries continually usurp the headlines.

The sentiment returned months later in the communist state of Kerala where I observed a storefront proudly displaying three adjacent posters: one of a pretty Indian model, another of religious leader Sai Baba and a third of Josef Stalin. Only in India would these three find common ground in someone's heart.

Only in India is the English language regularly risen to its intended level of artistry, though archaic in its application: "Urea Scandal May Prove Rao's Waterloo" (Times of India). And only in India are condoms donated by Western countries to help control the AIDS epidemic converted to children's balloons for commercial sale.

The magic I naively sought was cached beneath metres of commercial vulturism. In this land of my ancestors I grew more White by the hour for I could not speak any of the local languages, nor could I understand or mimic the local body language. The India that I perceived through Victorian novels and David Lean films was the India of British perception, and it is to that pole that I gravitated, not to the pole of reintegration with heritage betrayed by my skin colour.

The vagaries of my situation intrigued me endlessly. I sat in scholastic recline in a snooty restaurant, dressed as a purple Thai prince but with skin of pure Indian brown. The waiters smiled and winked at me as if they knew that I'd fooled the rest: I was a coolie masquerading as a sahib.

Yet magical things do happen in India. Dinner orders are juggled via what I'd begun to call the "wallah system" in which several men do the job that would be performed by a solitary man in West: a result of both immense unemployment and a deeply ingrained hierarchical system. Phone calls are placed by the operator to the Czech Republic instead of to Canada. And letters from different parts of the globe all arrive safely ...in the same envelope.

This kind of questionable sorcery is interspersed with magic of a more striking nature. In northern Uttar Pradesh, the probable origin of my family, the dawn brings an eerie vision of mist receding from a crater-like valley whose surrounding mountains scrape the sky. This is Kailasa, the Hindu Olympus, home of the gods. A gut-wrenching trek through the thin-aired Himalayan foothills, beneath the beating sun while our intestinal flora waged war with invading local strains, was rewarded with an eye-opening arrival at a gorgeous village of five hundred people.

My thoughts while travelling are eternally driven by film and literary references, and this experience was unavoidably linked to the classic fairy tale of American cinema: The Lost Horizon. Like the protagonist of that celluloid adventure amidst the Himalayas, I was touched by the pure physical beauty of the villagers who, though impoverished by our standards, were somehow enriched and superior for their seeming veracity of character and strength of community. Yet this was no Shangri-La, no undiscovered valley of heightened spirituality and toil-free existence devoid of desire and suffering. Life here was no doubt difficult at times, soured by problems common to rural communities in India: lack of water, food, capital, infrastructure and access to services.

Unavoidably, I considered the rural life that was denied me by my family's exodus first from this place, and then from rural Guyana to Canada. One of these lovely teenage girls could have been my wife. I could have been a farmer, poor and uneducated, with perhaps none of my burning questions answered, but with a measurable, tangible organic substance of life that no book, movie or career could offer.

Thus is the true nature of India's magic: a compulsion to consider what might have been, spurred perhaps by the surrounding cacophony of human existence in all its extremes. Yet, on the rooftop one night in suburban Bangalore, I listened to the monkeys in the distant treetops, watched the bats hunt in the low canopy and heard the dogs and cows competing for aural mastery of the night air. At that time, I was able to blind myself to the realities of modern India, and touch again the romance of Kipling's colonial melange.

And in Delhi again, I liked the look of the storm clouds on the horizon, the leading edge of the coming monsoon. The coconut tree before me was whipped into a frenzy while the surrounding deciduous leaves were in tropical tranquility. There was an odd juxtaposition of circling vultures against that ominous sky, one in which clouds hung like De Mille's cinematic angel of death.

The subconscious is an odd tool, I decided, one that allows a traveller to cope with a barrage of sensations and emotions by linking memory and observation with art and compassion. A final conclusion regarding India is then stumbled upon, that in the end it forces one to a mode of selfishness, to consider oneself, one's family and one's predicament to the exclusion of all other conscious thought. Perhaps that, too, is an aspect of her magic.






What Are You Prepared To Do About Terrorism?

This article was published in the original Podium magazine on Oct 26, 2001, with the tag line, "A comparison between the September 11 terrorist attacks with experiences in Ireland." A further Editor's note was also added: this article was written and submitted on Sep. 15, 2001, just days after the Sep. 11 terror attacks on New York and Washington. Due to an email foul-up resulting from our relocation to Washington, the article was not received by The Podium until late October."



by Rodney Porter

Terrorist attacks-- killing and maiming were something I grew up with in Belfast, Northern Ireland. I became numb to it after a while, especially as a reporter. The magnitude of the incident in America is incomparable. Yet spare a thought for US action before joing the band of followers.

Firstly, the US has been involved, I claim interfered, in overseas terrorism, in Northern Ireland for years, appointing the American George Mitchell as the independent negotiator. The Clinton, Bush and Reagan administrations were also happy to get involved without invitation. When a Catholic was bombed by a Protestant, or vice versa, he appealed for discussion, encouraging talks rather than retribution or retaliation.

Yet now Bush declares retaliation will be taken on the perpetrators. How many people need to be killed in a terrorist attack for action to be taken? Two or two thousand?

Secondly, when Bush declared that terrorism would not be tolerated, did he really mean countries where votes would not be affected or the US Senate would not be irritated? How many Arab-Americans sit there compared to Irish-Americans? What about the Republican and Loyalist terrorist groups who are responsible for the deaths of men, women and children?

Will Bush help annihilate all terrorists or just those that bomb America? What about other democratic, peace loving countries? Also, remember yesterday’s terrorist, today’s president – just look to South Africa.

State funded terrorism? How many fund raising trips in America does Sinn Fein go on before people wake up? Americans are not used to terrorism on their own doorstep. America is a modern ‘Roman Empire’.

My heart is heavy, my mind is numb. For others who also lost a friend or family member in the attack, my heart goes out to you. Terrorism is not new. Many people have felt the toll of the terrorist bullet and bomb before. I have heard empty rhetoric many times and seen votes; money and power get in the way.

What are you prepared to do?

Current events

This poem was published in the original Podium on Sep 26, 2001, with the tag line "Further poetic observations of New York City as the war on terror rages on."


by Anonymous-AL (Name removed by request of the author)

incompleted mourning supersaturated deaths
vigils by the living awaiting definitions of breath
posters of her father his wife and their best friend
sentries of candle sticks burned to their ends

She was in the height of her life and He was father of five
They received death's salute unimagined by our minds
stolen from a Lover erased from a Son's life
killing a graduation, a yet to be wife

You've got to move on ya know get on with being alive
do your hellos, chats and coffees, dining, taxi rides
see the dow betray you wave your flag proudly by
enact daily democracy our most civilized disguise

Watch the burning of old glory in islamabad
listen to the deafening rhetoric of defunct dialog
get your gas masks ready
adorn masks of supremacy
see freedoms stutter
and refugees flee


The author s a doctor living and working in New York city.


Poem

This poem was published in the original Podium magazine on Sep 23, 2001, with the tag line, "A Doctor/poet comments on New York in the wake of September 11."


by Anonymous-AL (Name removed by request of the author)


i haven't cried in a long time
until i saw life undermined
by soaring jets of hijacked lives
innocence trapped by bloody knives

these daggers to democracy
delivered death immediately
to future friends i cannot meet
to families drowning in defeat

numb to the contents of these days
drunk on nauseating dismay
i sit here wonder wander why
among the smokey manhattan sky

america's borders battered / reviled
her way of life now revised
a million doubts and tears she doth possess
but here me now she cannot rest

watch out for the shadows of the new terror
as it lurks to spit out more bloody horrors
marking each human life inherently unsafe
vigilance i know must not wait



The author is a doctor living in Manhattan. This poem was an email sent to his sister on the day after the terrorist bombing of the World Trade Center.