Wackiness of the Day:
hundreds of people in an Antwerp train station dance along to "Doe, a Deer" from The Sound of Music. I assume that they choreographed this beforehand, because I don't
think half of Antwerp is part of the Classic Musical Borg.
I've re-aggravated my shoulder somehow and had a mild stomach flu in the past week. 2009: Still Not My Year.
On the bright side, I got ahold of
Seeds of Change, an anthology of sf stories about the near-future. It inspired me to post more of my old Golden Age SF anthologies on
PaperbackSwap.com so I could get more anthologies like this instead of... well, boring and/or misogynistic stuff. (Not that
all Golden Age stuff is, but...)
The anthology has stories about Nigerian oil pipeline-defending robots and a woman with an abusive husband, voluntary prosopagnosia, beer bottles AIs with counseling programs (and advice on how to win barfights), technology and democracy, and cancer and eukaryotic cells and morality and uploaded consciousnesses. Lots of neat stuff. They aren't all perfect stories, but they do all make you think. Like this bit from the first story, "N-Words":
The magazine showed a pale, red-haired Neanderthal boy with his adoptive parents, staring thoughtfully up at an outdated anthropology display at a museum. The wax Neanderthal man in the display carried a club. He had a nose from the tropics, dark hair, olive-brown skin and dark brown eyes. Before Harding's child, the museum display designers had supposed they knew what primitive looked like, and they had supposed it was decidedly swarthy.
Never mind that Neanderthals had spent ten times longer in light-starved Europe than a typical Swede's ancestors.
OH.
Speaking of short sf stories... somewhere at
The Hathor Legacy ages ago they were talking about Neil Gaiman's story
How to Talk to Girls at Parties" and agreed that the "women are aliens" trope is getting a little old. This made me wonder: are there any stories where
men are the aliens? I mean literally, as in, "Gosh, we just don't get men, they're so weird... hey wait, they really
are from another planet!" I can't remember any myself, but surely there must be one?
Unless you replace "men" with "dominant aliens of multiple sexes who treat all humans, men and women, as the subordinate partners in their reproductive cycle," in which case Octavia Butler has it covered.