The hardest part was over. Hope echoed the words silently to herself as she forced deep breaths, but her heart beat a frantic rhythm that would not be cowed. As a surgeon, she had trained to be calm, calculating, and controlled, but she now couldn’t stop watching her escape play over and over in her mind.

The Lineae Institute was known across the solar system for several reasons. It was undeniably the oldest of humanity’s forays into the Jovian system—and the first permanent human settlement outside of Earth’s orbit. A remnant of the now-defunct Europan Discovery Initiative, the Institute was established after a team of EDI scientists departed Earth to investigate the cracks in the icy moon of Jupiter. After relaying the successful penetration of Europa’s crust and establishment of a base of operations in the underlying ocean, the Earth didn’t hear from the team again for decades.

Through a strange twist of fate, Lineae was the only extra-terrestrial colony that was not financed and executed as a corporate venture. Only after the exodus from Earth did the Institute once again ‘open its doors’ to the outside world—though nobody would call the ‘doors’ of Europa ‘open’ by any means today. The scientists in the sub-surface aquatic stations have proven to be reclusive, isolationist, and incredibly miserly with the technology they offer to off-worlders. But yet every ten cycles, corporate liaisons from across the system—GLME, BioCal, Rec6, and even 4-SEC—meet at the solitary surface-based station on Europa to bid on the undeniably mind-blowing technological offerings the Lineae Institute has to offer.

Hope had planned her escape for several cycles, and called in every favor she had earned in order to be selected as part of the minuscule team of representatives that brought their developments to the surface for corporate representation. She had traded some of the most valuable resources from her personal medical library for the scant off-world currency to be found sub-surface—all of which she had spent to convince a corporate representative from BioCal to smuggle her to a medical research facility on Callisto. The few resources she had taken with her from the underwater facilities were dwindling; whether she didn’t bring enough to barter with corrupt guards or she was too naïve to haggle a fairer price for silence, she couldn’t say.

“Dr. Mikkelsen?”

Hope was caught off-guard by the record clerk’s query. “…y-yes, that’s me. I’m sorry, what was it?” The young man waved a handful of docucards and a full-size BioCal libropad towards Hope and gently lay them on the counter. He opened his mouth to explain them, but Hope inadvertently interrupted him as she identified the materials she had given her last cache of Lineae tech to purchase. “Oh, excellent. Excellent! Accreditation for Bio-Medical certification, CV of a BioCal medical researcher, and… Oh, you’ve outdone yourself! This is one of the older libropads of the First Planetary Bio-systems Alliance, isn’t it!?”

“That’s right. Careful with it! That’s Earth-tech there, and only well-connected docs still use those here on the Far Moon.”

“Lars, I can’t thank you enough!”

When Hope tried to reach around him for a hug, the clerk didn’t smile, but instead raised his hands and took a half-step backward. “Be cool. That tech you gave me is good shit, but you better keep a low profile. I’d be surprised if the Institute hasn’t already sent out folks to recover their assets, you know what I’m saying? You best know what you’re doing—or at least make yourself scarce.”

“I’m not completely helpless,” Hope quipped defensively. “…but thank you.”

“Yeah, alright.” Lars looked over Hope’s shoulder, watching a lift door open and several people enter the spaceport terminal. “Alright Dr. Mikkelsen. Departures are right that way.” He nodded towards the lift, and Hope surreptitiously turned to follow his gesture. “That said… I’d check the bar down the concourse a bit. Unless you’re still totin’ any Institute tech, you’re gonna have to find a cheap pilot.”

Hope couldn’t tell whether he was being helpful or dismissive, but she couldn’t afford to ask. He’d guessed correctly—she only had enough credits to her name to buy meal or two. She nodded to Lars, turned, and walked down the concourse. Before she could enter the bar, the portal opened and a young man staggered backwards.

“Drink’s ain’t free, Callahan. Pay up or I take your ship!”

Hope smiled and gestured to the irate restaurateur. “Actually, his drink is on me.”

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“This still doesn’t make any sense. So far, you two have taken turns politely informing me of new rules each ‘hand.'” Hope’s frustration with the unfamiliar game was made obvious by her loss of composure. Sarcasm, like beading droplets of water, clung to her words. “And by sheer coincidence I’ve managed to lose each one. The only reason I’m disinclined to believe you two aren’t conspiring against me is the lack of Kip’s petty giggling.”

Kip shifted his eyes from his hand to Hope, but only momentarily; his shoulders shrugged as he looked back at his cards. Katerina’s hand lay face-down on the table—alongside several pieces of the disassembled LE-4 pistol she was busy cleaning. Without turning her eyes from the barrel she was inspecting, she retorted, “Gerry told you the same rules he told us, honey.” Kat squinted down the barrel, then blew a puff of air through it. “Not our fault if you didn’t listen.”

“Fine. I’ll keep going.” As Hope pushed a scrap of paper toward the center of the table, Kip shook his head and dropped his cards. “It’s just you, ladies. I’m out.” Kat slid the barrel into its casing, set it propped up on the table, and lifted the corner of her bottom card. “Three Queens. Doctor?” Confident in her impending victory, Hope beamed as she placed her cards on the table and spun them to face her opponent. “Two Kings and two eights!”

Hope’s excitement didn’t elicit the reaction she was hoping for; Kip sucked his teeth while Kat closed her eyes and brought her hand to her brow. “Davai… Three of a kind beats two pairs, Hope.” Hope wasn’t having it. “No. Not again.” Kat took the notes from the table while Kip started collecting the cards to shuffle. “Listen, Doctor; wasn’t it you who wanted to play this ‘old Earth game’ to… what was it… ‘enjoy some Human culture for once?’” “Don’t start. I’m going to check with Gerald. He’s the only one here who played this game back on Earth, and the only one of you spacers I trust not to trick me.” Kip made a short show of pretending to be offended, but gave up as Hope walked out of the mess hall. “This doesn’t seem worth it, Kat. Y’all don’t even seem to be having fun, anyway.” “Fun? I’ll have fun over the next two weeks as Hope does my chores.”

Hope didn’t need to search the ship to find Gerald—she didn’t even check his quarters. Upon entering the engine room, she spied a toolbox on its side next to an open panel. She hardly had to peer into the crevice to see a worn-out shoe and oily pant leg.

“Gera–” she started, but the sound of a falling spanner and a shouted curse cut her off. “What?! Hope, is that you?” Hope winced as she watched the leg twist and contort. “Y-yes, sorry, you don’t need to come out… I, er, had a question about the Poker game you tau–” “You’ve got to be kidding me. Just stop playin’! We should’n’t’a even bought that deck on Phobos. Waste of credit! I said it then, I’ll say it now! Those twerps told you it di’n’t even have all 52 cards in it, right?”

Gerry’s whining continued, but Hope’s attention stalled as she lost herself in her memory. “Hold on… Phobos?” Something didn’t add up. “Gerry, we haven’t been to Phobos for… well, we haven’t been there while I’ve been on the ship.” A rumbling chuckle echoed out of the open panel. “Well how’d little Katya tell ya she got it? Did she amaze ya with tale ‘a her mountainous courage, pryin’ it outta some dead 4-SEC merc’s cold fingers?” Gerald snickered to himself, but didn’t hear anything in response. “Doc? Hope? Eh…” He didn’t waste time picking up his spanner and getting back to work.

The mess hall door slid up as Hope stormed in. “Phobos. You’ve all been to Phobos before!” Katerina let the hammer of the pistol slide forward and placed it on the table. Kip, surprised by the sudden return of the doctor, lost control of the cards while shuffling, sending them careening across the room. “You told me we couldn’t go to Phobos because of a bounty!” Kip pushed his fingers through his hair and loudly sighed. “Well, uh, yeah… since we picked you up…” Katerina smiled for the first time during their game. “Yeah, sweetie. Your bounty.”

“No signs of growth. Plot five, though…” Dr. Nadine turned down the piano sonata in her headphones and contemplated the lonely bloom of Lilium candidum. The pure white seemed drab in the featureless hallways of the station, but contrasted beautifully with the endless rust of the Martian hills.

Hello again!

In an effort to get myself updating again, I attempted a simple research project. I spend a good portion of my free time playing video games, but I also spend  much of it in random information gathering. Those of you who interact with me frequently will attest to my penchant for trivia. I keep my random knowledge stocked through incessant wiki-jumping, reddit discussions, and many journals, news aggregates, and links that my friends post. I won’t claim that any of my research could be deemed ‘scholarly,’ per se, but most are enough to grant me a cursory knowledge about the topic.

To give any readers a glimpse into my hungry and scattered mind, I decided to log my research topics for a week. I do need to clarify that I only noted topics that I researched via desktop computing and from internet sources and Wikipedia. I did not include the Reddit AMAs, ELI5s and science discussions that I love so much, nor did I catalog the links that I followed from the blogs/texts/social media of my friends. I also omitted ‘silly’ research topics, including Civilization: Beyond Earth lore and coding, Star Citizen in-universe ship and equipment brochures and company charters, and other data from universes that are lamentably unreal. I had a hard enough time keeping track of what I did, and my input from those sources would have left me spending more time in annotation than research.

Without further ado:

Monday

  • Poto and Cabengo
  • Idioglossia
  • Cryptophasia
  • Phonology
  • Theoretical Linguistics
  • Digital Infinity
  • Intension
  • Turing Machine
  • Roman Jakobson
  • Linguistics Wars
  • Cognitive Linguistics
  • Psycholinguistics
  • Poverty of the Stimulus
  • Colorless Green Ideas Sleep Furiously
  • Moore’s Paradox
  • Ferdinand de Saussure
  • Axiom of Categoricity
  • Phoneme
  • Optimality Theory
  • Twin
  • Chimera (genetics)
  • Topsy (elephant)
  • Kinetoscope
  • Mutoscope

Tuesday

  • Barcelona
  • Kingdom of Aragon
  • Crown of Aragon
  • Polity
  • Thalassocracy
  • Republic of Ragusa
  • Hanseatic League
  • Groningen
  • Adler von Lübeck
  • Saracen
  • Cartography
  • Ptolemy’s World Map
  • Fictitious Entry
  • Bing
  • Google Chrome
  • Trap Street
  • Petty Kingdom
  • Morganatic Marriage
  • Catherine the Great
  • Gatchina
  • Neoclassicism
  • Catalan Self-determination Referendum 2014
  • Laïcité
  • Kirpan
  • Sant Sipahi
  • Secular State
  • Quiet Revolution
  • Cégep
  • Stetson
  • Boss of the Plains
  • Calamity Jane
  • Nostalgia
  • Saudade
  • Mono no Aware
  • Memento Mori
  • Sehnsucht
  • Wabi-sabi
  • The Pilgrim’s Regress
  • C.S. Lewis
  • Wittgenstein’s Poker
  • The Lost Road and Other Writings
  • Brave New World
  • Hypnopædia
  • Cassini-Huygens
  • The Day the Earth Smiled
  • Saturn’s Hexagon
  • Sport

Wednesday

  • Vulcanoid Asteroids
  • Clearing the Neighborhood
  • Plutinos
  • Protoplanet
  • Fusor
  • Planetar
  • Planetary Differentiation
  • Siderophile Elements
  • Goldschmidt Classification
  • Pi Bonding
  • Pegmatite
  • Corundum
  • Mesoplanet
  • Dwarf Wheat
  • Cereal
  • Corn Smut
  • Succotash
  • Seed Drill
  • Norman Borlaug
  • Green Revolution
  • Agroecology
  • Silviculture
  • Violence in Sports
  • Intermittent Explosive Disorder
  • Hooliganism
  • Politics and Sports
  • Athletic Scholarship
  • Jock (athlete)
  • Sociology of Sport

Thursday

  • Thrust Vectoring
  • Gimbal
  • VTOL
  • Cyclogyro
  • Airborne Aircraft Carrier
  • Deschutes Brewery
  • Porter (beer)
  • Baltic Porter
  • Aging Barrel
  • Drunkard’s Cloak
  • Cask Ale
  • Containerization
  • Break Bulk Cargo
  • Malaccamax
  • Porter (carrier)
  • Rigid Airship
  • Hermeneutics
  • Theophysics
  • Natural Theology
  • Theistic Evolution
  • Special Creation
  • Omega Point
  • Supertask
  • Posthuman God
  • Catastrophism
  • Immanuel Veilkovsky
  • Compatibilism
  • Hominization
  • Ensoulment
  • Mitochondrial Eve
  • Homo Floresiensis
  • Microcephaly
  • Cretinism
  • Brain-Computer Interface

Friday

  • Seikilos Epitaph
  • Magnetoencephalography
  • Whole Brain Emulation
  • Ship of Theseus
  • Action Potential
  • Voltage-gated Ion Channel
  • Loligo Vulgaris
  • Artificial Neural Network
  • Life Extension
  • Calorie Restriction
  • Connectomics
  • Emergence
  • Supervenience
  • Meta-ethics
  • Swarm Behavior
  • Selfish Herd Theory
  • Traffic Wave
  • Soliton
  • Philosophical Zombie
  • Modus Tollens
  • Qualia
  • Mary’s Room (Knowledge Argument)
  • Subvocalization
  • Cognitive Load
  • Fundamental Attribution Error
  • Chunking (psychology)
  • Mangalitsa

Whew! To help make sense of this, please know that these topics are not necessarily listed in the same order in which I researched them. I attempted to place each article below the article from which I opened the window, but this isn’t universal. Also, I generally read any article in its entirety before closing a page. I will admit to skimming sometimes, but not often. My skimming isn’t nearly as quick (or ostensibly as helpful) as I imagine it is for others, as even if I read only snippets of a paragraph, I usually re-read the paragraph as I bounce up and down the page.

After getting all of these lined-up and neat-looking, I spent some time interpreting the data. Some of my notes:

  1. I generally start each day’s research focusing on a topic that I found myself considering the previous night. I generally do less out-and-out research in the evenings, and instead spend time thinking more abstractly on whichever topics piqued my interest that day. I noted that for some topics, I found myself researching specifics in the morning concerning vague concepts I contemplated the previous night.
    For instance, on the previous Sunday evening, I had been considering language development after talking with my friend Mike (Who is a proud new father!) Upon some initial browsing Monday morning, I read about Poto and Cabengo on my Language metareddit. My early research that morning focused around linguistic whatnot, and evolved through the day into similar topics.
  2. I generally keep to a couple or few general themes during a day, with an occasional off-shoot or two. Looking at Thursday’s topics, I can trace some basic threads through Brewing and into shipping and commerce in theory, and later jumping to the reconciliation of theology and cosmology, with rocketry guidance and brain interfacing as micro-topics.
  3. I tend to gravitate from the specific to the vague within topics. Maybe from the micro to the macro, or from a case to the reason. This most likely stems from the initial sources that catch my attention, eventually giving way to my curiosity of the peripheral topics and ‘why?’ of each idea. On Wednesday, I wiki’d the city of Barcelona on a whim, and ended up reading though much of the history of Aragonia and the Hanseatic League, including other politics of the time.

That’s it for now; I hope this kind of raw data interests some of you, or perhaps allows you a closer glimpse into the chasm of Emgee’s wandering mind. Please let me know what you think or if you note any other trends!

The last few days have been busy, stressful, and long. I’m working on writing something of a little more substance and importance, so expect that soon. The game reviews I had on the menu are temporarily on pause while I finish this up. My apologies.

I do want to draw attention to a very interesting article that addresses something I’ve struggled with for a long time.

I Don't Want to be Right

Why do People Persist in Believing Things That Just Aren’t True? – Maria Konnikova, The New Yorker

Anyone who talks with me on a semi-regular basis can attest that I love to argue. Anything. Part of this habit stems from my desire to learn more, refine what I know, and develop new ideas from the interesting opinions of others. The other part comes from the Emgee that was once a hopelessly optimistic idealist–the Emgee that believed he could change people’s minds.

I’ve since grown out of that delusion, but I still find myself obsessed with the notion of being a convincing person, capable of bringing those I meet to a point where they are capable of changing their own minds. My attempts to be influential by example are seldom successful; moreso than trying to change someone’s mind with wit and facts, but still needing work. I happened across this study, and was quite depressed by it.

I’d like to think that I’m quick to accept that I’m wrong, and I try to avoid holding onto information, beliefs, or habits that have been proven incorrect or antiquated. Most people, as this article so painfully points out, don’t hold these same ideals. I have high hopes for the future–hoverboards, exploration of the solar system and deep oceans, renewable energy becoming more possible, etc.–but knowing that the majority of humans don’t care, and don’t care not because they disagree, but just because they haven’t cared for so long, is vexing.

A question for any readers: How do you set about respectfully changing people’s minds?

I’ve recently returned from a business trip to San Antonio, TX. I’m generally not very keen on traveling, but I’d like to think I had a great time. The trip was full of strange experiences, few of which I expected.

To start, I decided before the trip that I wanted to take advantage of this departure from the ordinary, and to make sure I didn’t retreat into some of my familiar habits. As such, I didn’t play any video games, and I even limited my nerd-out time to just a few episodes of Battlestar Galactica here and there.

On a side note, I’m pretty disappointed with myself for not having watched this show before. But I’ll get more into this another time.

Now, I’m an introvert; I can’t just decide not to spend time by myself, unless I want to implode in a giant ball of negativity and low self-esteem. So instead of games, I decided to bring some books I haven’t read in a while. To be honest, it had been too long. The Fellowship of the Ring helped sate my nerdy appetite, and helped me calm down after long days of social interaction. A good quote from the foreword gave me some fuel for rumination:

“But I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done so since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence. I much prefer history, true or feigned, with its varied applicability to the thought and experience of readers. I think that many confuse ‘applicability’ with ‘allegory’; but the one resides in the freedom of the reader, and the other in the purposed domination of the author.”

The primary reason for my excursion was to help build a home with my co-workers in San Antonio through Habitat for Humanity. I’ll freely admit that I’m not very coordinated with a hammer, and I honestly didn’t know that a chop-saw could be tilted along multiple axes before working on this house. That said, I had a great time (minus the 95° Texas sun) and was thoroughly enthused by the hard work and goodwill of the people around me.

I’ve never worked with Habitat for Humanity before, but I learned that the new homeowners participate in the building process by working for at least 300 hours on these homes. Not only that, but the time has to be spent not only building their own home, but also assisting in building other people’s homes.

The investment concept also astounded me. Groups that choose to donate to Habitat for Humanity are, essentially, creating a loan fund that continues to facilitate multiple house projects. The new homeowners do have to pay back the investment, but without the same kinds of interest. The money then continues towards additional houses.

If I’m anything, I’m a skeptic. I have a hard time hearing things like this and not giving someone ‘the hairy eyeball.’ I mean, this kind of philanthropy doesn’t seem to fit in with the cosmic background bad-attitude. Most people who want to feel good about having lots of money just throw it into a charity and that’s that. Habitat puts white-skinned nerds and CEOs on ladders with hammers and ‘nail aprons.’ Most seemingly benevolent organizations usually absorb enormous donations and forward a pittance to those actually in need. This one seemingly directs the influx of money into other projects and cases needing it.

I don’t really know where I’m going with all of this, but I really enjoyed seeing people work hard to help people, even if they didn’t know what they were doing and were out of their element. Like myself.

During the week I was in San Antonio, I worked out of the local office of our company. I found later that this meant I was on the 9th floor of a busy office building, sitting in a far corner of a cubicle maze. My normal work conditions are quiet. I mean, very quiet. My voice is used for sound recording, and my desk area is inside, essentially, a sound-limiting cube. Working in an enormous room with hundreds of technicians talking loudly into phone all around me was, to say the least, uncomfortable.

I also had more than a fair helping of barbecue and Mexican food, visited Austin for a day (and saw a little of where Portland got ‘it’ from), cycled and walked the ‘riverwalk,’ and tried more than a few local beers.

All things considered, I’m glad I was able to, proverbially, ‘get away for a while,’ but I don’t think I’d like to again. I was away for a week and three days, which proved to be too long. Too long to stay in a hotel room, no matter how fancy. Too long to eat out and drink with people in social situations night after night. Too long to go without video games and my wife. Call me boring, but I’d prefer to stay home and be comfortable, if I have the choice. Too much adventure, too much excitement.

I sometimes wonder if I’m a hobbit.

This will surely not surprise those of you who already know me, but I have an awful habit. Odds are, if you tell me about something new, I’ll probably race off to research it once we finish speaking. With the surplus of information available, and the ease of access, I simply cannot understand why other people aren’t as fanatical as myself when it comes to learning.

Anywho! My friend RubyBastille kindly mentioned me in her recent Liebster Award post. As a matter of course, I subsequently started my research on the subject.

Liebster Award

It turns out that the Liebster isn’t an ‘award’ per se; frankly, it is much more like a chain-letter. The award serves to inherently draw attention and readers to blogs, and can only be ‘awarded’ to a blogger by another blogger. ‘Liebster’ has an assortment of nice definitions in German, which goes right along with its purpose of writers ‘paying it forward’ to their burgeoning compatriots.

Apparently, the rules of this blog-meme vary in each iteration. The important facets, from what I’ve gathered, are that only blogs with fewer than a certain number of readers are eligible, a nominated blog must link back to the nominator and answer his or her questions, and subsequently nominate and question a number of blogs in turn. As I’m a rather recent returner to the blogging scene, I simply don’t have that many blogs to Liebster-ize, but I’ll try.

  • God. Life. Games. – I love games. I love thinking critically. I love looking into things more than is probably necessary. This said, I stand in Tyler’s shadow when it comes to knowledge of gaming culture. He is one of the rare few that can make you feel good about being a gamer, and his arguments may even convince me that modern console gaming might not be a lost cause.
  • Ruby Bastille – Perhaps I’m breaking the rules by counter-nominating my own nominator, but Laura’s blog is great, and I recommend you read it. She will (inadvertently, I’m sure) make you feel guilty for not reading enough, not knowing enough about the tea you drink, and not advocating modern feminism as much as you should. And you should read more, drink more tea, and understand feminism.
  • Our 2 little Men – Though I’m not a fan of kids in general, Mark and Sean are probably my best examples of what children could and should be. Not only are these guys Star Wars and Lego nerds and absolutely hilarious, they are also some of the smartest little guys I’ve met. Kudos to the Bradley parents — I look forward to more adventures of Kid Bumblebee.
  • Dandelion Dreams Permaculture – I had to look up ‘Permaculture’ when linked to this blog. Nick and Julia’s blog makes the outdoors seem interesting (which I was almost certain wasn’t the case), and they provide great stories of practical and natural living.
  • The Gethsemane Blog – Travis and I disagree on a few things. He thinks we should colonize the oceans, when everyone else knows that we need to focus on space and terraforming instead. That said, we agree on almost everything else. He’s the best spokesman for non-violence I know, and he has a knack for explaining theological terms and concepts without using church-lingo or big words like ‘theological.’

Now for the questions!

  • It’s game night! What do you want to play?

Let’s play Smallworld! Too many people? How about Bang!?

  • What’s the best book you read in the last year?

Probably “The Wisest Things Ever Said About Chess” by Andrew Soltis. I find most chess strategy books intimidating, but Soltis gets into advanced play using a system of clever aphorisms. For example, “Modern Chess is much too concerned with things like pawn structure. Forget it. Checkmate ends the game.”

  • The book you’re reading currently is terrible/boring/not what you expected. Do you quit reading, or do you force yourself through it?

I will try to find someone I know that has read it and talk to them about it. Did they ever get hung up while reading, and if so, when? What helped them pick it back up? Did they turn away from the book for something else, and if so, what was it?

  • You have the opportunity to do any extreme sport, whether or not you actually know how to do it, with very little risk of serious injury. What would you do?

Probably trick shooting. That or spelunking/ice caving.

  • What movie have you seen so many times that you basically have it memorized?

I’ll assume this question excludes Star Wars and Lord of the Rings. I’m pretty sure I could narrate Napoleon Dynamite with the sound off, but not on account of watching it too many times. It was just incredibly memorable. Let’s go with Mystery Men.

  • What book or movie coming out in 2014 are you most looking forward to?

Hmm. Dumb and Dumber To, How to Train Your Dragon 2, Interstellar, and The Hobbit: There and Back Again all seem interesting. I’m probably most excited about the Hobbit, as even if it is a very different story and presentation than Tolkien’s original, I am still quite happy that his work continues to entertain even in later generations. Plus, who can say no to more Sherlock dragon?!

  • Do you like science fiction? (Hope so!) What’s your favorite book/TV show/movie?

Why, yes! “The Moon is a Harsh Mistress,” “Star Trek: The Next Generation,” and “Star Wars: Them Empire Strikes Back.”

  • Do you watch the news?

Absolutely not. I reddit. Is that close enough?

  • What talent or ability are you most proud of?

I’d like to think I’m a great world-builder. For some reason or another, when I’m imagining a fictitious scenario, details of all sorts seem to fall into place. I thoroughly enjoy discussing the intricacies of made-up universes, pantheons, physics models, maps and societies.

  • You get to use a time machine to go back in time and meet three different people and do only three things: punch someone, hug someone, and have a drink with someone. Who would you punch, who would you hug, and who would you have a drink with?

Must I punch? It would seriously clash with my choice to have a drink (tea, of course) with Gandhi if I had to know I warped through space-time to injure someone. Oh! I’d like to try to punch Bruce Lee, knowing he could make a funny noise, dodge it, then say something profound about water. As for a hug? I’d go to Alexandria and give Hypatia a hug while I apologized for the atrocities she’d have to weather in the name of science.

Alright; on to my questions for other bloggers.

  • Which do you think would win in a fight: a Siberian Tiger, or a Silverback Gorilla?
  • If you could have the power of Telepathy, Telekinesis, or Teleportation, which would you choose?
  • Who are your favorite and least favorite Star Wars characters? Briefly, why?
  • If I had twenty dollars for the two of us to get a meal anywhere you’ve been before, where would we eat?
  • If you were offered immortality, would you accept it?
  • If you had a time machine that could only travel forward in time, would you use it? If so, how far would you go, and who would you take with you? (Up to three others; you can pick up people along the way if you like.)
  • What would you consider the most interesting thing you have ever learned?
  • If you could have a telephone conversation with anyone who has ever existed, who would you call?
  • Have you ever been camping? Where is your favorite place to camp/be outdoors at night?
  • If you had to fight a horse-sized duck or ten duck-sized horses, which would you choose?

 

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