December 7th, 2005


The long shadows of time

I've been rereading George R.R. Martin's fantasy cycle, A Song of Ice and Fire, to catch up once more before reading the newest release, A Feast For CrowsClarkesworld Books | Amazon ]. I'm finding lots of things I didn't see the first time, and enjoying it immensely, but one thing is bothering me.

His time scales are screwy.

I don't mean the seasons/years things. If this were SF, I would say the planet has an eccentric orbit or a variable primary. Being fantasy, I'm just rolling with the whole summer/winter business. It's integral to the story. But it's pretty clear in the text that a very long-lived human being could hope to make a 100 years of age -- not dissimilar to our own lifespans, though perhaps a bit extreme for the qua-Medieval medicine and nutrition enjoyed by this culture. Yet individual families (the Starks, for example) are said to have ruled for 8,000 years.

8,000 years.

What was your family doing 8,000 years ago? What are any of the great (or small) families of that age doing today? Outside of China, I'm not sure there's reliable lines of direct descent and inheritance going back 2,000 years in our culture. Even in China it's not much further. How in the world can a human culture remain static for 8,000 years? Maybe there's an answer waiting later in the series, but I've about decided that it's like that line in Star Wars about the Jedi protecting the Republic for a thousand generations. Intended to sound cool and confer a sort of "myth of the Golden Age" overtone, it instead bespeaks a cultural stasis that is deeply frightening, and would be death of any ordinary human beings.

Son of Bride of Misc Updatery

specficrider sends this story about the inverse correlation between testicular development and brain size. Shocking news, I'm certain of it. I believe it's quite possible that ownership of black Trans Ams or large 4x4 trucks correlates as well.

Weather in Omahaha today is expected to reach a high of 10 degrees, with 100% of snow tonight. On the plus side, heater works in my hotel room.

Off to work. Play nice, y'all.

And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter

Dear Diary --

Yesterday on my lunch hour me and K drove out to his place in the country to tend to his epileptic dog which didn't want to pee in the snow. K got his big 4WD ATV out of his garage and set me to patrolling his property for snow elves. I rode up and down the hill and my breath froze in my moustache on account of it was about six degrees out there, but I never saw me no snow elves. It was pretty, though. Like a Norman Rockwell painting, if he'd painted in true life scale on a canvas several miles big.

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It is still cold here diary, and I am like to have froze my knobs off if I wasn't dressed so warm and dorky.