A – The Apple of my Eye, Academic – Contranyms…

“You are the apple of my eye!” – If ever there was an expression that we all use and know the meaning of but which – when you really think about it – does not quite make sense – this is it! The indefatigable Wikipedia has this to say “The phrase “apple of my eye” refers in English to something or someone that one cherishes above all others.” So much for the usage, it then goes on to say “Originally, the phrase was simply an idiom referring to the pupil of the eye.” Wikipedia continues that the earliest recorded usage is from the 9th Century in a publication attributed to Alfred the Great (he of the burnt cakes and the persistent spider) but then refers to Shakespeare and finally to the King James edition of The Bible. Shakespeare is credited with originating so many words and phrases that one has to wonder whether it is merely that he was such a prolific playwright and thus he is the first to write down certain things – after all, who goes around inventing words and phrases – especially a man who played to the hoi polio and to the gentry within the same play – jokes for the former and subtle machinations for the latter. Would it not be confusing to be inventing things? Likewise with the bible – surely the translator from the Hebrew text, used common parlance or idiom to make the Bible understandable. However, both Shakespeare (in Midsummer Night’s Dream) and instances in the bible seem to be using the Apple of Your Eye to refer to the dark pupil at the centre of the eye, or possibly to the entire eye. Personally, as a lover of apples, I always took the phrase to conflate the seeing of and comparison to a beloved object such as an apple…

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My father, who was an academic at the University of Oxford, was fond of pointing out, that “To most of the world, the word Academic, means irrelevant!” That makes the word Academic a contranym – a word which has two opposite meanings – high brow and irrelevant. Other examples are:-
To cleave

Definition 1: to join or adhere closely; cling.

Example 1: The shy baby rabbit cleaved to his mother’s body.

Definition 2: to split or divide, especially by cutting.

Example 2: The hunter uses a Swiss Army knife to cleave the rabbit’s meat from the bone.
To sanction

Definition 1: to permit or grant approval.

Example 1: In some countries, the government sanctions the ownership of guns by private citizens.

Definition 2: to condemn or penalize.

Example 2: In some states, the government imposes sanctions on the ownership of guns by private citizens.

Where does the word academic come from? Plato’s Academy was taught by the great philosopher in the public gardens known as “the grove of Akadēmos,” a legendary Athenian of the Trojan War tales (his name, Latinized as Academus, apparently means “of a silent district”), who was original estate-holder of the site”, see here for more.

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Do contranyms make the learning of the English language more difficult than other languages (do other languages also have contranyms? Do please tell…) Not as hard as the verbs at the end of the sentence putting (German) or having to know the gender of objects (many languages) and not always either guessable or logical either! There are not such an onerous number of contranyms to be learned and to dumb down the language by avoiding their use would, I think, be a loss –  so I cleave to contranyms…*

Lemons and Land Use…

If you have seen my Theme Reveal for the A2Z Challenge 2022, then you will know that I am writing about becoming Vegetarian gradually as a response to the crisis in food supply chains sparked by the pandemic and made worse by the WAR in Ukraine. As well, I am keeping to the theme I originally planned of food which can be eaten in its own right as well as becoming an ingredient in other dishes…

Giant Lemon from Crete

In case you are thinking that nobody eats Lemons in their own right, I have a guilty pleasure to confess – when nobody around me is looking I eat the slice of lemon from my, say – Gin and Tonic – and maybe even my partners. Zest, which is the name for the outer layer of citrus fruit and contains the oils, also means enthusiasm for and so, when I owned a Frozen Yoghurt shop – I called it Zest!

To be fair, Lemons are mostly used as an ingredient for other dishes and rather than following the trite maxim “If Life Gives You Lemons – Make Lemonade!” here is a list of the many wonderful things you can make with Lemons. For example, the giant lemon pictured above next to a normal lemon, is cooked by the Greeks, in syrup and served on yoghurt or ice cream. We hid in Crete for six months whilst the pandemic was at its worst and from our apartment balcony, you could reach over the rail and pick lemons from a tree which reminded me of Andrew Marvell’s – The Garden in which he describes the bounty of cultivation thus:-

What wond’rous life in this I lead!

Ripe apples drop about my head;

The luscious clusters of the vine

Upon my mouth do crush their wine;

The nectarine and curious peach

Into my hands themselves do reach;

Stumbling on melons as I pass,

Ensnar’d with flow’rs, I fall on grass.

Lemon Curd
Lemon Meringue Pie
Lemon Marmalade
Lemony Greek Roast Potatoes
Limoncello
Preserved Lemon Mayonnaise
Lemon Drizzle Cake
Lemon Sorbet
Lemon Posset

I invite you to contribute your own favourites using this yellow skinned, zesty miracle…

Lastly, I want to share some more about the issue of the land it takes to raise meat compared to a vegetarian diet. I take this quote from here.
A Bangladeshi family living off rice, beans, vegetables and fruit may live on an acre of land or less, while the average American, who consumes around 270 pounds of meat a year, needs 20 times that.

Nearly 30% of the available ice-free surface area of the planet is now used by livestock, or for growing food for those animals. One billion people go hungry every day, but livestock now consumes the majority of the world’s crops. A Cornell University study in 1997 found that around 13m hectares of land in the US were used to grow vegetables, rice, fruit, potatoes and beans, but 302m were used for livestock. The problem is that farm animals are inefficient converters of food to flesh. Broiler chickens are the best, needing around 3.4kg to produce 1kg of flesh, but pigs need 8.4kg for that kilo.

Other academics have calculated that if the grain fed to animals in western countries were consumed directly by people instead of animals, we could feed at least twice as many people – and possibly far more – as we do now.”

There is a lot more in that article… If you have been trying to cut down on the amount of meat you eat in order to save money, or the world, whether as a result of the ideas shared here or because you were already on this track, please share how it is going for you and what you would like to know more about or see discussed…

Roadtrip 5 AtoZ 2021 Challenge

A trip round some of the blogs I didn’t manage to visit during the Challenge in April!

Time and again in the Blogosphere as viewed through the lense of the AtoZ Challenge, I encounter writers who demonstrate the maxim “A Writer is someone who Writes!” Given that it used to be said (before print on demand made self publishing so easy) that for every novel published, another 4000 were written but not published – the prospects of success as a writer are slim, is it then the case that many of us write simply as a hobby? I have two novels on the go and one seems to be trying to birth a sub-plot into a novel in its own right. I have, in the past been to a real-world writing group and being quite sanguine about making any sort of income from writing, I guess I can answer that question for myself – I write as a hobby! There are so many writing prompts in circulation – not least of all – the AtoZ Challenge and how many bloggers in its ranks can say that they are as prolific the rest of the year as they are in April. To be fair, there are certainly some that I am subscribed to who daily fill my social inbox with one if not more – often prompt inspired- pieces which certainly makes them writers who write daily. Myself, I really enjoy writing and other things being equal I could write all day – my novels for sure, but blogging too – and enjoy the socialising that blogging brings with it. When you are in either a real-world writing group or an online one, and Covid has certainly favoured the latter – then its not just the quality of the writing of your fellow travellers but their personalities, companionship and even friendship that are on offer. All of which musings were inspired by the first of this post’s mini reviews…

Star Trek’s “Data”

hdhstory.net is the home of a storyteller and in his “C” entry for AtoZ 2021, “A Computerised Mind” we have personal revelations aplenty. First a wish to have a mind like “Data” from Star Trek, whose positronic brain allowed for so many skills even though our writer would only wish for such a brain providing he could keep all the emotional attributes of a human being which “Data” lacked… Secondly, and bravely for a writer, he admits to being a slow reader though I think ruminative would be my choice rather than slow. And thus, through such revelations do we come to know the writer a little and if we like and we choose to interact, maybe friendship will follow…

Welcome to My Magick Theatre is the home of a prolific writer, novels abound as do blogs – truly she must be glued to her desk… The link I have chosen is to her “Z” post which was on the subject of Zealots since Carrie-Ann Brownian is a writer of historical fiction amongst other things and Zealots is a fascinating insight into feuding families in Florence (see what I did there? Who doesn’t love a bit of alliteration!) Reading the About page, Carrie-Anne endears herself to me by her choice of typeface – as a graphic designer (among many things), whose roots go back to hand-setting type at school, I love anybody who goes beyond accepting the default offerings of their computer. This is an author, and a blogger that one can, metaphorically speaking, get your teeth into! Unsurprisingly, of the six bloggers who Liked this post, three are known to me and two of those are also novelists. If novels are not your bag, then Carrie-Anne also has a page on which she lists all the music in her collection alphabetically, and giving the medium she possesses – shades of “High Fidelity”…

Ha! Not saying it’s greedy but here is Carrie-Anne Brownian again! Any relation to the eponymous discover of Brownian Motion – ‘cos this gal just cannot keep her fingers still and has two blogs in the AtoZ 2021 Challenge.

“This was my eighth year doing the A to Z Challenge with this blog, my tenth with two blogs. Much to my disappointment, for the fourth year in a row I had to suffice with a fairly simple theme, one I didn’t need to do a huge amount of research for. I remain hopeful I can return to more research-intensive themes in the coming years.”

Reflections page – https://onomasticsoutsidethebox.wordpress.com/2021/05/07/a-to-z-reflections-2021/

Given that the theme of Carrie-Anne’s blog Onomastics Outside the Box was Medieval Tuscan and Italian (plus a few other nationalities) Names – I tremble to think what a “research-intensive” subject might be. I realise now that here is an author who loves lists so the quip about “High Fidelity” might be nearer the mark than I thought. You have to admire the perspicacity of this blogger and if you love names, international versions of names, are a novelist or another list addict this is the blog for you…

Chapter 15 – On the Road Again.

If you were following my novel “Train Wreck” as part of the AtoZ 2021 Challenge, you will know that, due to other pressures such as my day job, I didn’t get beyond Chapter 14 in my attempt to finish the novel during April. So here is a brand new chapter…

(Author)

Next morning, Stig and Jack and Alex did indeed make an early start in the cold of the pre-dawn desert air. First stop was to pick up Gervald from the edge of town then they headed back out of town to Oscar’s shop. None of the inhabitants of Erehwon were up and about to witness their departure and they pulled round the back of Oscar’s to the garage where Stig’s Land Cruiser was stashed without observing or apparently being observed by anyone. Gervald wanted to pick up some things from his Camper Van but Stig said that it had already been collected and driven away by some of his agents and indeed, made Gervald wait, crouched down in Alex’s car until Oscar had come out and opened the garage for them; then Gervald was slipped into the other vehicle behind the cover given by Alex, Jack and Oscar. Stig had already spoken to Oscar by phone the night before so they didn’t waste time departing after saying goodbye to Alex who gave Jack almost as big a hug as Katie had back at the house.
Some fifty clicks back toward the capital, they rendezvoused with another car which had been waiting for them and Gervald was sent on his way to an undisclosed location – he had been very co-operative but nervously silent the whole way. He thanked Stig but was clearly uncomfortable to be out in the open and travelling on with yet another stranger. “Tough!” said Stig to Jack as they got back into Stig’s vehicle.

So! You and Katie! What gives? Many men might be jealous of the hug she gave you on leaving but Alex seems equally appreciative of you…” Stig asked, the moment they moved off on their own again.
Jack recounted the story of the previous day when Stig and Alex had been off hunting Gervald. “I really didn’t think such things happened here – not in our society…” Jack concluded.
“I’m afraid there are some sides of human nature so shameful both for perpetrator and victim, that victims will conceal the truth and shield their abusers. The settlers chosen to come here to Hawaii 2 were carefully vetted and on the whole, families where abuse was taking place, were successfully detected and rejected, quite a number in fact – since those perpetrators were actually attracted, consciously or unconsciously, to the idea of escaping to a new frontier where perhaps their crimes would be even less detectable. Abuse runs in families, perpetuated down the generations and over time, a number of families have come to the attention of doctors, schoolteachers and what passes for social workers here. As you know, we don’t really need a permanent Social Services and those citizens who are interested enough to develop the skills needed, tend to do it in an ancillary way to their lives and over a long period. Its not the sort of thing that enthusiastic amateurs can pick up as and when as with many of the jobs here. I will ring Alex and put him in touch with the best people for Katie to talk to and they will also follow through with her father. Because of the rarity but great importance in resolving cases of abuse, a lot of effort goes into dealing with them.”
“That’s great Stig! I would like to hear how she – and Alex- get on – it was a flying visit but it helped me to talk to Katie and to be of help to someone else too…”
“I’m glad, Jack!”
They drove a few clicks in thoughtful silence, then Jack asked “So what’s the plan now Stig?
“Well, I thought you might like to see Douglas and your Mother – its quite a way but I have initiated some enquiries which I don’t need to be there for in person and you surely have some tales to tell and catching up to do. I want to keep you by my side for a bit until we have at least a handle on your case, but meanwhile, we might as well stay out of sight at the safe house where Douglas and your mum are! Right?”
“Alright! Thanks! You’re certainly right about there being a lot to tell – riot prevention, kidnapping, rescue and social work! Not to mention islands and deserts that I’ve never seen before. It’s been exciting but I could do with a little down time with family!”

Whilst Gervald and his handler had forked southwards, Stig now drove himself and Jack north-east and after crossing the Mississippi well up from New Orleans, they turned north towards the frontier-lands where Stig had sent Douglas and his grandmother for safe keeping. They followed the river for a while and Jack watched the great barge-rafts that took the heavier loads downstream that the equally slow airships couldn’t manage. He had been up this route before, as a child with his father when he had accompanied him on business trips during the school holidays. His father had displayed an excitement at watching and explaining to young Jack, the workings of the mining, manufacturing and transportation that formed the economy of Hawaii 2 and that sense of excitement was still there for Jack now. He told Stig a bit about his father and his memories of family life and then asked “What about you Stig – where did you grow up?”
“I don’t often tell anyone much about how I grew up here on Hawaii 2 because it seems to me, that our family and one or two others, like President Widnes’ family, are somehow contrary to the spirit of our society and even though it might be for the best of reasons – to protect the ideals of Hawaii 2 – it still troubles me.” Replied Stig.
“How do you mean Stig?”
“Well I didn’t feel it so much growing up, – I mean my brother and sisters, we all went to normal schools like everybody else. It was as we got older that we wondered about our father and his occupation – or rather lack of it. I know lots of people choose not to work here, at least for a period as they find their way, but you can only barely get by on that allowance and although our family home was not luxurious in the sense it might be on say, Hawaii 1, it was well developed by my family over a long period going right back to the earliest settlement of the planet and just supporting a family our size in such a place, cost more money than the state allowance… Eventually, I broached the subject with my father. By then I was at college studying history – both that of Hawaii 2 – pretty bland really, but also the history of old Earth and the colonisations.”
“What, and there was lots of material available on old Earth?” asked Jack.
“ Yes! History is not the same as technology – Hawaii 2 keeps that pretty well locked down and you only get to access it in person and with permission – as you know from Anna’s work.”
A silence fell over the two of them with this reminder of Jack’s still recent loss. Jack stared out of the window away from Stig as a wave of pain washed over him. They were emerging from an area of dense forest that lined the Mississippi river and was breaking up into clumps of trees allowing glimpses into the distance and eventually gave way to grassy plains. The change in landscape gradually brought Jack back to the present and he managed “History major, huh!”
“Yes indeed, not altogether my choice – I realised afterwards that my father had exerted quite a bit of pressure to steer me towards that subject although with time I grew to love it! You see, history explains why the response to discovering a planet so difficult to leave from, was to create the kind of Utopian society we have here.”
“What does Utopian mean?” asked Jack.
“The very fact that the word is not commonly understood here is part of a an experiment – and knowing the word as applied to your own society, changes the way you think about yourself or rather your society and that would change the experiment, so those who set up our world and it’s society, expunged the word Utopia from the record. You asked what it means, well it is any form of Ideal Society. A place which is perfect for a certain group and it could be socialist, capitalist, monarchical, democratic, anarchist, ecological, feminist, patriarchal…”
“Whoah!” said Jack, “I don’t know what half those words mean – monarchical? Anarchist? Feminist?”
“Sorry Jack, I forget that only someone studying Earth history would know those words or concepts! Monarchies were a social organisation that were ruled – controlled – by one family – a Royal Family or Monarchy. When I read about that particular form of social organisation, I started to think about our society and families like mine and the questions I started asking at home meant my dad decided it was time to have ‘The Conversation’!”
“Wow! – ‘The Conversation?’ – that sounds ominous!” Jack said with a mocking tone. Stig laughed and then said “Yes! I guess it does and actually it wasn’t just one conversation but an ongoing discussion that we had every time I was home from college. First off though, my dad did admit that our family was in something of a special position here on Hawaii 2 – sort of like Guardians of the Universe! I wasn’t so far from childhood that I wasn’t sucked in by a big old secret idea like that and so I agreed that I wouldn’t discuss my questions with other people for the time being. Over the next year, my dad explained how Hawaii 2 was set up as a kind of experiment in Utopian principles and he pushed me into following the appropriate threads of history I needed to explore in order to understand what he was saying.”
“Which was what, exactly?” Jack was clearly interested now and sitting alertly and watching Stig.
“Big question! I’ll try and put it succinctly and Jack! I feel that you are owed some greater understanding of all this because I am beginning to feel that it may have something to do with what has happened to you but as my father said to me, for the moment this is just between you and me – I don’t fully know what’s going on and I don’t know who to trust right now…”
“Understood!” said Jack seriously.
“Okay, so the way that old Earth was governed was by a bewildering number of different forms of political and social organisation – and I mean bewildering! I took me ages to get to grips with them all and not only that but they kept changing – frequently and often fast! And then there were different economic systems which may or may not be aligned to the politics. There were what was described as First World and Third World countries – countries were a way the broke down the continental masses into different regions and often there were wars between countries – sometimes over resources, sometimes over politics and sometimes for reasons I couldn’t make head nor tail of! Let me just give you some of the opposites – one or more of which could be in play in defining a particular country. You could be Left or Right-wing. People on the Left believed that all people were born equal whilst people on the Right believed that some people (them) were inherently better than others (not them)! They could be a Democracy or they could be a Dictatorship – Democracy all the people get a say or can elect representatives to have a say for them whilst Dictatorships mean one or more people control all the others. Then the economic opposites revolve around who owns things, you could have private ownership of everything or Public Ownership – the State. You may think that sounds reasonably clear but you could have State Ownership which described itself as of the Left but in fact acted as a totalitarian Dictatorship. In the Twentieth Century there was a World War started by Germany, a country ruled by a group who called themselves the National Socialist Party or Nazis. Socialism usually implied Left principles but these guys were a right-wing dictatorship who so objected to the Jews, that they systematically tried to exterminate them. And most of these countries were competing with each other in an economic system called Capitalism which required constant growth to work effectively and which more than anything, led to the climate and pollution crisis of the late 21st Century.”
“Whoah! Slow up a little – that’s a lot to take in!” said Jack shaking his head.
“Sorry Jack, I get a bit carried away when I start on Earth history!”
“Oh wow! Look at those Belliphants!” Jack was pointing across the plains to where a herd of large, indigenous herbivores were grazing about half a click away. Belliphants so-called because they were approaching the size of old Earth Elephants – extinct before the migrations – except with huge pendulous bodies with bellies that almost brushed the ground. They were found to be beneficial to the plains ecosystem which Jack and Stig were traversing by eating the tall coarse grass and allowing the fine growth that Earth-type grazers fed on. They were managed by tracking devices that made the animals feel queasy if they headed in a direction that didn’t suit the farmers who could place marker controls wherever they needed to and allow the Belliphants in at the right time of year to do their work – it was win-win! They were impressive beast and Jack had never seen them in the flesh.
“See! Don’t say I never take you anywhere Jack!” said Stig laughing but although having seen the animals before, was nevertheless transfixed by the sight too. They slowed to a halt and spent a few minutes just watching the herd move slowly along.
“Going back to our history lesson,” said Stig, “the guiding principles in setting up Hawaii 1 after the disaster that befell Earth, were founded on putting sustainability first, scientists were put in greater charge of things and democratic principles that meant there were no professional politicians but only a rotation of citizens was instigated. It was only partially successful because the population kept growing and so the economy had to keep growing too. Okay, its not as bad as old Earth but it’s a constant struggle to keep things on track. In the case of Hawaii 2, since the problem of getting people and goods off-world provided a natural limit to economic growth, it was decided to experiment with the most utopian society possible – no capitalism, no endless growth, no nationalism and no war-fuelled economies – but you know those founding principles from school history – right!”
“Sure! – so where do your family fit in?”
“Okay, so my father started by getting me to look at those jobs here on Hawaii 2, which can’t just be done by anyone – without expertise, often years of expertise. They don’t fit the usual pattern of people doing jobs because they fancy having a go, having a change, acquiring a new skill for the sake of it. You know – like the “social worker” I will put in touch with Katie that we were talking about earlier.”
“I understand – it’s not a regular job but there are people who know what to do.”
“Exactly, Jack! And if there are jobs and people outside the system, then presumably there need to be people who know about them – like you do the Social Worker.!
“You catch on quick – quicker than I did when my Dad was carefully shepherding me towards that understanding! One of the bits of old Earth history that he directed me to, was what was called the Bolshevik revolution. It happened in a country called Russia where the people had been ruled by a royal family for centuries – a small class of wealthy people around the Czar- as he was called…”
“What’s wealthy mean?” Jack asked.
“Wow, if you have to ask that then I guess we are doing something right here! Wealthy – Rich – same thing.
“Oh right, money- I get it!”
“So a small group of people, backed up by a slightly larger administrative class, extracting huge wealth from a vast mass of poor peasants – farm-workers that is.”
“So what caused a revolution? I mean if that had been going on for centuries…”
“Ideas! New ideas. There had been other revolutions before that but Russia was so huge and the people so isolated that they were late getting the new ideas. The particular ideas were called Communism or Marxism after the man who formulated them.”
“You mean like our communal farms?”
“Not quite – that is Commun-al-ism and though it was a part of Communism – you can have communal farms without Communism as your ideology. But there is one central idea in Communism which does lie at the heart of our Utopian experiment – “From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs”. Mark believed that if all the means of production was in the hands of the whole people, everybody would work hard, and willingly, to the best of their abilities and there would be plenty to go around for everybody. And in truth, that is pretty much what we have achieved here on Hawaii 2 but it’s not quite the way it worked out back in Russia”
“Why? What happened?” said Jack, who usually thought of himself as even more apolitical than the average citizen but now found himself quite fascinated at this link from ancient history to his own society.
“Well, people had been so used to the desire to climb up the ladder of wealth, for security at the very least, that they couldn’t leave it fully behind. Anyone who had a skill which was necessary, had a bit of leverage to get slightly more than those who had no skills – doctors, engineers and of course politicians who could wield influence – all of those sort of people extracted more than their fair share. As one satirical writer observed – “All people are equal, but some people are more equal than others!” And that’s one reason why we don’t have full-time politicians and as far as possible, no permanent jobs.”
“So are you saying that the people who have these special skills – like the Social Worker – that they get special rewards?” Jack sounded a little aghast.
“No, no! Our education system ensures that everybody has a sense of equality from the outset which is hard to go against – but in the beginning, with the first settlers, we had to be very careful to make sure that old ideas of wealth accumulation didn’t take root!”
“Ah! And this is where your family comes in! Am I right?”
“Right and bright Jack! Ther used to be more of us back then but now its just some of my family, President Widnes’ and a few others who still carry the torch.”
Jack whistled through his teeth. “Who knew!” he said.
“Yes indeed Jack – if anyone did know, then it might give them a different view of life here – perhaps they might feel manipulated rather than living out life according to choices made in common. So you see I really trust you with this Jack – though there is a reason why I am sharing it with you…”
“And what’s that, Stig?”
Stig stayed silent for a minute and eventually Jack took his eyes off the road ahead and turned to look at Stig.
“For all the years since Hawaii 2 was founded, so the “Special” observers behind the scenes have done their part, and without a shadow of a doubt, I believe they have helped our society to become the success it is today and the very fact that the number of people involved “behind the scenes” speaks to that, but I think something may be wrong. As if the train wreck was not sign enough, I mean nothing like that has ever happened here before, well there are things in Gervald’s story that are ringing alarm bells. Your kidnapping, the party on the island – undoubtedly the same one you were taken to, the presence of President Widnes with shady figures from another planet – it’s all adding up to something and I can’t figure it out and I need someone I can trust – someone completely outside the status quo, and that’s you Jack – if you are willing to stick with me…”
It was Jack’s turn to fall silent and a sideways glance by Stig showed that Jack was thinking hard.
By now they had swung northward, a range of mountains had crept above the horizon, snow-capped, which had at first made them look like distant clouds but had eventually resolved into what they were – the great continental divide. It was in the foothills of these mountains, that Stig had sent Jack’s mother and son for safety.
“Okay Stig, I’m not sure what I can do to help though – these last few weeks and days have made me feel like I know nothing about my own world – as if I’ve grown up with blinkers on!”
“Well you have certainly had a lot thrust on you in a short space of time – grievous loss, fatherhood, kidnapping and yes, the lifting of the curtain -such as it is – on life here on Hawaii 2!”
“You can say that again Stig!”
“But I guess why I am asking you for help, is that you have a quick grasp of things, however quiet your life has been up to now, and also you have a stake in solving this. Normally, an emotional involvement is contraindicated in such matters, but you have proved level-headed whatever has been thrown at you! Besides, I don’t have many choices! Don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of resources at my command, like the Rangers, but its at the top that I don’t know who to trust, outside my family of course. And I have the perfect excuse to keep you right beside me – following your kidnap that is so what do you say – fancy being my unofficial deputy?”
“You got it, Stig! Now how long till we get there?”
“It’s further than it looks – those are mighty big mountains and you can se them long before you get there – say another five hours… We could carry on but I am starting to tire a bit and there’s a town up ahead where we could stay overnight? Oh, and thanks Jack – consider yourself deputised!”
“If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to keep driving but I could take the wheel if you like – first official act as unofficial deputy!”
“You got it!” said Stig as he pulled over to the side of the road.

Chapter 14 – Gervald’s Story (updated)

If you were following my novel “Train Wreck” as part of the AtoZ 2021 Challenge, you will know that, due to other pressures such as my day job, I didn’t get beyond Chapter 14 in my attempt to finish the novel during April. There are a couple of extra paragraphs added to the end of this chapter and then another Chapter follows in the next post…

(Author)

When Stig and Alex returned a while later, they found Jack assisting Katie to prepare a meal by peeling potatoes whilst she made a sauce. There was a comfortable atmosphere between them. Katie moved the saucepan off the heat and took Alex off into another room for a moment saying she had something she really needed to tell him. They were gone a while and Stig and Jack stayed in the kitchen watching over the potatoes which Jack had set to boil.
“Did you find Gervald?” Jack asked.
“We did! And it proved useful, not just about him and his story, but it may have some implications for your story too…”
“Do tell!” said Jack – they were sitting at the kitchen table sipping cans of beer.
“Alex took us to the place he thought the stranger who might be Gervald was and he was right. We snuck up on it – not easy in near desert country, but it was the right approach – Gervald was on the back veranda and he took off inside and locked the doors as soon as we showed. If we hadn’t seen him first, we wouldn’t have known he was inside. He wouldn’t answer so Alex went round the front and I picked the lock.”
“Really Stig? I’ve always wanted to know how to do that! Not that many people lock their doors here but still – maybe you could give me a lesson!”
“Easy Tiger! We’ll find time one day! Anyway, I go inside but no sign of Gervald so I let Alex in and he says that Gervald hasn’t come out so we start looking round for him. I call out to him – tell him who we are and that we mean him no harm. I tell him about you and your connection to Clem and everything I know about his story as Clem told it. I ask him if he is hiding out because he is afraid of someone and I tell him we can help – that if we could find him, then someone else could do so just as easily…”
Stig goes to the fridge and fetches another bottle of beer but Jack declines the offer of one.
“Finally, at this, Gervald emerges from behind a panel in the wall – a hiding place he has constructed. He is very scared, looks out of all the windows to see if we are alone before sitting down and talking to us.”

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“What Clem said about me is true. I was more interested in the recreational drugs to begin with. I liked hanging out with him in his lab – which he allowed me to do once I knew him well enough. He told me his story and he encouraged me also, to go to college and study pharmacology. Gradually, I became more able to be of help to him and although I was still into getting high, I started to develop an interest in the more medical research Clem was doing.”
Gervald had calmed down a bit since he realised he wasn’t in any immediate danger and had started to tell his tale, but only after going over who Stig was – Stig had just said – “a member of the Rangers…”
“Then one day, I was in a bar one evening, Clem was away for a couple of weeks – I think he may actually have been on a trip to Hawaii 1. He didn’t share everything with me and he certainly didn’t allow me to be at his place and his lab when he wasn’t there.
These guys started talking to me, asking what I did and when I said I worked for this genius chemist, they said ‘Clem? We know all about Clem!’
I was surprised and alarm bells started ringing but they went on affably enough to say they had some business connections with Clem – were disappointed to find he was away as they had hoped to see him whilst they were passing through.
I asked them where they were from and they said Hawaii 1 and I was impressed but also surprised since I had this inkling that was where Clem had gone anyway. They asked what I was working on and said I must be busy with Clem away. I said no to the latter I explained that Clem didn’t allow me to work whilst he was away and we were never really what you’d call busy – not since Clem works at his own pace on his own projects. They seemed quite envious of that – ‘Must be nice! Where we come from, you work as hard and fast as you can because unless you’re one of the very rich, everybody is on the clock…’ Then they changed the subject for a bit.”
Clem jumped up and had another look out through all the windows as if he still wasn’t convinced that his visitors were kosher then he came and sat down and continued his story.
“It wasn’t long before they asked what I did, exactly, for Clem. I told them I was a student now and so I was more useful to Clem – to be honest, I was boasting a bit at that stage, I had downed a few drinks before these guys showed up and they kept buying… They didn’t propose anything that night , but a few weeks later, just before Clem came home, they ‘happened to be passing by’ and we had another evening drinking, I asked them about life on Hawaii 1. They said I should come and see for myself – of course – I told them there was no way I could afford a trip like that. They said I shouldn’t rule it out – they might have some work for a bright guy like me, perhaps I could set up a lab on my own and make something for them. Like a fool I asked what? They told me that they knew Clem had a new drug with no come down but that he wasn’t interested in making it for them – if I could do it, then they would buy and import the equipment needed. Of course, I knew they were talking about Sunset. I said I didn’t have the complete formula but I had done some of the testing on it. ‘But you could get the details if you wanted to…’ I told them I could and asked how much they needed, they asked how much I thought I could make. – I told them I would have to work out some figures and what equipment I would need. They gave me a mail contact to reach them – and that’s how it began.
Once they had my lab set up, they came round regularly and gradually they started to press me for odd bits of information from Clem’s computers – some of it probably wasn’t important – it just got me used to doing stuff for them. They paid generously – mostly into an account they said was ‘waiting for me on Hawaii 1’. They started to push for more information about stuff I knew Clem was more circumspect about – medical stuff – and I started to get cold feet. They didn’t get nasty, not then, in fact, they said they were going to take me to a party! I would get to meet some important people from both Hawaii 1 and 2.”
Stig had been taking notes as Gervald told his story and asking the odd question – could Gervald describe the men, what was the contact number they had given him, could he remember any specific dates he had seen them… Gervald cooperated fully, he seemed relieved to let it all out finally. He went on.
“The party was on an island, we went on the biggest private boat I had ever seen and as well as the guy’s I knew, there were some women – very smartly dressed but I thought later, that they were – you know – professional… We all went ashore and into a side room off the main living space I was introduced to someone from Hawaii 1- a Mr Jensen – who seemed to be quite important – the guys were very deferential to him. He said that ‘they were very pleased with my work, that Sunset was the way forward, a good, clean drug with less side effects – just what they needed to keep the workers happy!’ Then the guys and I went out into the main room where we joined the girls. Later they pointed out the President – you know Widnes! He was talking to Jensen – they seemed to be friendly, but there was some sort of struggle going on – like Jensen was pushing for something – it reminded me of how it was when the guys came to talk to me! But then one of the women started coming on to me and it wasn’t long before we were headed back to the boat because she said we would have it to ourselves. She poured me a drink and we sat on a couch and she kissed me, I know that much, but after that I remember nothing. Next time I woke, I was in bed in one of the cabins – naked, but what else had happened I couldn’t tell you.
I’ve had a lot of time here to think about what happened and I realised I was well played at that party – I saw some luxury, got complimented by someone who could have been anyone, saw the President but never got to talk to him – or anyone else come to that. I got kissed but that was literally the only taste of the high life I had before being whisked back to normality. Smoke and mirrors! After that, the guys started to get really pushy and downright nasty and I started to realise more and more that I was out of my depth – I owed them more for the equipment than I could possibly afford and they could tell Clem what I had done too, not that I thought that likely. I was on the hook so I decided to just disappear and hope they wouldn’t come after me – tell me! Do you think they will, Stig?”
“I really can’t say Gervald, but I think we will get you moved somewhere safer, just in case. After all, you didn’t really take much finding, did you? Said Stig.
“I guess not!” – Gervald looked very uncomfortable again.
“Look! I’ll make a call straight away and get someone to pick you up tonight. We’ll get your camper taken in the opposite direction as a decoy, okay?”
“Okay!”
“I will arrange for someone to take a more formal statement too before you disappear into what we might call a ‘witness protection program’ although that is a bit grand for Hawaii 2 – we certainly don’t have a program as such – you will be the first and only member of it if we did!”
“Thank you Stig, I have been terrified, I won’t lie to you…”
“That’s okay Gervald – you have been foolish not to mention disloyal – but we on Hawaii 2 look after our own.”

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“It certainly sounds like the same island I was taken to!” said Jack to Stig.
“Indeed! I guess it suggests a possible connection with your abductors but for me, it doesn’t quite add up. If Gervald’s guys were really interested in Clem’s medical drugs – and the whole Sunset production lab was just a front to get Gervald to spy on Clem, then two things occur to me. Firstly, these guys are well connected – they hobnob with the President at a party and they are able to import pharmaceutical manufactur-ing equipment easily enough – and something tells me we don’t find import records for that. Secondly, how does that connect to your train wreck? I mean, if they got the secrets of Clem’s drugs, they wouldn’t be making them here – so easier access to the planet isn’t relevant to them one way or another! Still the connection to the President needs looking at, I am surprised that he should have been in such company, though he may not have known what they were really up to, it will need careful handling…”. Stig said thoughtfully.

At that moment, Alex and Katie came back into the kitchen holding hands. Katie looked as if she had been crying but was smiling now.
“Let’s eat – I’m starving!” said Alex, who also looked, if not happy, then relieved.
“Sure” said Stig, “I must just make a few phone calls while you finish up cooking – I’m afraid we will have to get off first thing in the morning – sorry it’s been such a fly-ing visit but it’s been most productive and we will catch up properly soon!”.

Chapter 15

Roadtrip One – A2Z Challenge 2021

A brief video through the car windscreen in the Morrocan village of Ifraden…

This is my second year n the A2Z Challenge (2021) and this year I am determined to go on the Road Trip in which participants visit some of the blogs they haven’t managed to see during April – the month of itself. If you want to make your own exploration of this year’s Challenge, here is the Masterlist.
I wanted to start with an image of a road trip that I had taken myself rather than one plucked from the ether – since you can hear my partner and I chatting as she films and I drive, it may amuse…

First up is The Sound of One Hand Typing, where John Holton treated us to Top Ten charts from various US and Canadian radio stations since radio is unique in its ephemeral nature and although there are not many sources of recorded airplay, there are lists of playlists and top tens – great for music buffs and radio aficionados…

More than Words took book reviews as it’s theme for the A2Z and the thing which makes book reviews interesting, is what they tell you about the reviewer as much as the books themselves, both through the selections they make, and the things they write about them. Pooja Jagtiaani is, as far as I can tell from her site, Indian and some of the books she has chosen for the A2Z Challenge are definitely from an India heritage but many are very cosmopolitan – they are well written reviews and if you want to add to your TBR list – try this blog out and see whether you like Pooja’s taste…

hdhstory is a writer’s blog – Harvey Heilbrun is a retired school teacher who the input of ideas from his former charges. He goes to writing groups and generates flash fiction from them and writing at home. I found the pieces I looked at intriguing but reading is such a subjective thing – you must make up your own mind.

W is for Word-count in SciFi…

   If you have been following this blog’s A2Z Challenge then you will know that I have been trying to finish a novel, “Train Wreck”, and publishing a chapter below each post – at least until day 15 when I ran out of completed chapters – there is another one in progress – but if you have been following the novel and would like to receive the balance of the chapters – let me know in a comment. Meanwhile, this post is for writers and readers alike and more questions than answers…

Whether you are a pithy poster of blog pieces or a verbose vendor of sagas, how much do you think about the length of the pieces you write or if you are a reader, do you have a length which you feel comfortable with and reader or writer, how does that vary with the category of writing?

These days, does anybody formally describe their book as a novella rather than a short novel? There are all sorts of guides, rules and categories but since I am writing a science fiction novel I understand that they are allowed to be longer than the publishing industry standard because of all the descriptions of new worlds that might be expected. Wikipedia has an article about the Hugo Nebula Awards who specify the lengths for competition categories.

From this, you can see that the novel word count begins at 40K which seems quite small went many other authorities suggest 90K for the average fiction novel – up to 120K for SciFi. One of my favourite “SciFi” authors – Kurt Vonnegut, used to give ideas for short stories to a fictional SciFi author who pops up in many of his books – Kilgore Trout – which I always assumed was because he had many ideas for stories that he couldn’t be bothered to flesh out and they demonstrate that you can convey the essence of some stories in no more than a paragraph…

So I have now reached that magical 40K which means that I can stop worrying about the length and just write what I feel I need to include – but if any of read the story so far – do you agree? Do you have a sense of “Train Wreck” being halfway through (or less) or do you think it needs a great deal more?

I have been involved with graphic design for 50 years since I joined the Printing Society at school and learned to set lead type. Later, in my first proper job, I designed forms and booklets for the Greater London Council and everything we sent to the (optical) typesetter, had to be counted up and the size of the type and its line-spacing calculated first – a process known as casting-off and very tedious it was… I have just scanned a page of Iain M Banks “Hydrogen Sonata” with my phone camera, character recognised the image and posted it into a word programme to obtain a word count of 298 words per page and since the novel has 605 pages, then this hefty paperback has a whopping 180,290 words and with the depth of Iain’s imagination and comprehensively developed “Culture” books, one does not tire of his books at any length.

Also, from that period of graphic design is the boilerplate text known as “Lorem ipsum” which is shown at the top of this post. Because it is in Latin, it is used to mock-up a design where you don’t want viewers to be distracted by the meaning of the content. Even in Latin, it is quite meaningless and you can find it on the web if you need to use it.

So should one play by “the Rules” or follow your heart on the length of the book – please give me your feelings, general or specific – go on – hit that comment box…




T is for Terrorism…

 If you have been following this blog’s A2Z Challenge then you will know that I have been trying to finish a novel, “Train Wreck”, and publishing a chapter below each post – at least until day 15 when I ran out of completed chapters – there is another one in progress – but if you have been following the novel and would like to receive the balance of the chapters – let me know in a comment. Meanwhile, some thoughts on a subject that plays a very small part in “Train Wreck”.

The image above is the nearest I could find to the dream-vision I had that launched the writing of my novel (work-in-progress) “Train Wreck”. Nearest in the sense that it is an explosion on a train in the desert although in my case it takes place on another planet onboard a MagLev train whilst this image is from David Lean’s classic film “Lawrence of Arabia”.

In my book, terrorism is discounted by official sources and the public are told the explosion was due to a gas bottle malfunction. Privately though, government investigators remain mystified by the explosion which they determine to have been a bomb and yet no claim of responsibility has been made and no motive can be imagined…

We do come to learn the motive – not terrorism – but the whodunnit forms the narrative trajectory of the book. Still, I have a few thoughts on the subject of terrorism…

I suppose I first became aware of the phenomena of terrorism during the 60’s and 70’s when the hijacking of airliners – mostly by the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP)- was a regular occurrence. I remember wondering at the time, why airplanes? If I was a terrorist and wanted to create terror, I would blow up elictricity substations, unguarded and too many to protect, plunging random residential areas into darkness and striking at the heart of a target people rather than some remote group of travellers. (I was not as dangerous a teenager as this may suggest…) The answer to why airpanes was, I suppose, because they guaranteed publicity worldwide. International airflight was still relatively new and glamourous so trains would definitely have been infra dig as a target.

As a result of these activities, the PFLP and later factions such as the PLO, attached the word terrorism to the Palestinian people as if they were the prototypical terrorists – a fiction unceasingly re-enforced by Israeli propaganda. For let us not forget, that if the Palestinians got the idea that terrorism might get you what you wanted, they learned it from the Zionist gangs that commited atrocities such as the bombing of the King David Hotel in which 91 people of various nationalities were killed. The hotel was the headquarters of the British administration and the members of the Irgun right-wing zionist gang infiltrated the hotel dressed as Arab  (Palestinian Arab) workers. If that isn’t ironic I don’t know what is… The attack took place in the run up to the unilateral declaration of the state of Israel which has continued, against its own declared constitution, to steal the land from Palestinian Arabs. 

There is a maxim “One man’s Terrorist is another’s Freedom Fighter!” and although terrorism is the underdog’s tool in the assymetric warfare of liberation, the converse statement must be true of government. “One man’s Legitimate Government is another man’s Illegitimate Occupying Force!”

Terrorism was elevated during the latter part of the 20th and into the 21st Century, by the rise of Islamic suicide bombers, recruited by shadowy manipulators who would never put themselves in harm’s way and promising a quick ticket to Paradise to idealistic (mostly) young Moslems. Suicide bombers are not a new phenomena and have in the past been state sponsored – think Japanese Kamikase pilots but the suicide vest allied with the mechanisms for recruiting and grooming suicide bombers in “support of Islam” has reached new levels. Whilst my adolescent musings were of a terrorism that hurt nobody (directly anyway), the latest form of suicide terrorism are designed to cause maximum carnage indiscriminately. 

Does Terrorism work? In the UK, the toies, led by Margaret Thatcher, despite vowing not to talk to terrorists (the IRA in Northern Ireland), were forced to do so once the bombing campaign reached mainland Britain and in particular, the bombing of The Arndale Shopping Centre, Manchester in 1996. The government then entered into secret negotiations( influenced by Jermy Corbyn’s more nuanced approach to the IRA) which eventually led to the Good Friday Agreement. Presumably insurance companies put their feet down and said enogh is enough – negtiate or we will not insure commercial properties. Commercial Unoin itself, lost all its windows in the Baltic Exchange bombing. So yes – terrorism can achieve results if applied to the right pessure point.

Arguably, bringing war, (so often inflicted by the US on countries around the world), in the form of 9/11 to american soil, did not work to make the US question why such an act might have occured and applied more of the same by launching yet more wars in the Middle East which continue to this day, justifying and feeding the military industrial complex.

Israel continues to mislead and brainwash its children into thinking that Palestinian Arabs are the agressors rather than the Zionist project – “truth is the first casualty in war” and I ask you – in Israel, who are the real terrorists?

S is for Scandinavia, Sex and Social Workers…

If you have been following this blog’s A2Z Challenge then you will know that I have been trying to finish a novel, “Train Wreck”, and publishing a chapter below each post – at least until day 15 when I ran out of completed chapters – there is another one in progress – but if you have been following the novel and would like to receive the balance of the chapters – let me know in a comment. Meanwhile – this post explores some myths about the supposed utopian society of Scandinavia…



When I was a teenager, there was rumour that Scandinavian women were hot! In fact the words Sex and Swedish were almost synonymous, at least as far as women and certainly by contrast to us allegedly uptight British men… 

In recent decades, another myth has done the rounds, that Scandinavian countries were all exemplary utopian societies. Okay so the tax was high but then so were the wages and the social welfare net unprecedented. More recently, this myth has proved to be just that – a myth and newspapers will have to search elsewhere for the next big meme. You can read a quite amusing article on the subject here or an article on why America’s left might be unwise to embrace the idea of Scaninavian utopianism with aspects of Swedish society best forgotten, forced sterilisation of 63,000 people who might have physically or mentally deficient offspring. I will not repeat all the arguments in these two typical articles seeking to revise our view of Finnish, Danish, Swedish and Norwegian society but here are a few random facts:- 

  • Danes claim to be a happy people but are second only to Iceland in consuming anti-depressants
  • In Norway, September 2013, the rightwing, anti-Islamist Progress party – of which the mass shooter Anders Breivik had been an active member for many years – won 16.3% of the vote in the general election
  • Norwegians boast of using only renewable energy sources but their wealth comes from selling fossil fuels to the rest of us. (subject of the excellent Scandi drama “Occupied”)
  • Women in Nordic nations deal with high levels of rape and abuse even as the countries lead in gender equality
I think that two issues are raised here, why did we so want to hear about the supposedly utopian Scandinavians with their Hygge and secondly, why is there a gap between the myth and the reality. One thing is about us and the other is about them…

Taking the point about the Scandinavians first, and reading between the lines of several articles, some things happen because governments devise them in top down programmes such as high tax to pay for high social security and other things come from the grassroots up. In a book called “Made in Sweden: how the Swedes are not nearly so egalitarian, tolerant, hospitable or cozy as they would like to (have you) think”, Elisabeth Åsbrink, an acclaimed Swedish journalist writes “Sweden has a very strong self-image of being a good country,” Asbrink said. “It’s in the tradition of Sweden to put itself forth as a moral role model.” and later in the book, “As soon as welfare is based on all citizens contributing,” Asbrink writes, “those who are not considered contributors become a problem.” Hence the enforced sterilisations and anti-immigrant attitudes. Hygge, it seems is a residue from traditional values that don’t stand up when the people are threatened by new influences from new people.

Before you think I am swinging too far the other way and painting the Scandinavians too noir, (and Scandi noir has given us some great dramas – why are we so fascinated with gruesome crime?) – no! They are just human like the rest of us! It seems that human nature allows us to befriend strangers from other places as individuals whilst simultaneously feeling threatened on a group, welfare or cultural level. To pay high taxes for a great social welfare net but not then be so willing to share it. Margaret Meade, the anthropologist, said that rather than the burying of dead, she saw the beginning of civilisation as being when we see evidence of healed broken-bones – evidence that we not only had time and resources plus the knowledge of how to set bones, but the will to support a fallen comrade. (The story of this quote is told here and here) This would appear to be an issue which is always in the balance in human nature depending perhaps, on the availability of resources…

So why did we want to believe in the myths about Scandinavia? Perhaps it is human nature to think that the grass must be greener somewhere and so all us uptight English boys, lacking as we did, either the, climate or the  surf-culture of Beachboys California, fantasised about embracing the nearly in reach,uninhibited, blonde, Swedish sex-goddesses and later in life we wanted to embrace the supposed values of Hygge as we sat surrounded by our not always soft and cuddly IKEA furniture. There is indeed a post-modern irony in the Swedish “death thrash” band naming itself “Bleeding Utopia” (pictured above).

“Train Wreck” is about a Utopian experiment on a planet where a completely fresh start with a handpicked population are not threatened by mass immigration or poverty and their society has been carefully structured in cantons equating to the earliest tribal size of mankind – a size at which everyone knows everyone else in each community and – so it is thought – policemen are therefore not necessary. But can you root out and socially structure away, the worst aspects of human nature? The private demons of greed, envy, hubris and the things that cause dysfunction such as sexual abuse? Hawaii 2 may or may not need policemen but it may well need Social Workers… Our central character, Jack Gulliver is like someone who accepted at face value, all the myths about Scandinavia of the last decade, and is now travelling through the less palatable circles of existence on Hawaii 2 with his guide Stig. Where will it lead and who planted the bomb on the train and killed Jack’s wife…? 

R is for Rockets, Ram Jets, and Re-usability…

  If you have been following this blog’s A2Z Challenge then you will know that I have been trying to finish a novel and publishing a chapter below each post – at least until day 15 when I ran out of completed chapters – there is another one in progress – but if you have been following the novel and would like to receive the balance of the chapters – let me know in a comment. Meanwhile – is a little more about an issue that is at the heart of the book…

Hawaii 2 has a very unusual problem in my book “Train Wreck” – you can land on it, but you can’t easily take off again, at least not without some Strar Trek type Sci-Fi Magical technology. Yes! Yes! I hear you repeat Arthur C. Clarke’s famous quote that “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” and I accept that science is coming up with some pretty magical things like Quantum entanglement, but I don’t see anti-gravity drives coming along any time soon and I am not going to go along with magical thinking – especially as it would deprive me of my Plot!

The problem I had back in Chapter 2, was that this technological problem with Hawaii 2 is quite complicated and I didn’t want to lose the reader straight away but at the same time, it is a central premise of the book – how to tell it or show it as we authors are supposed to do! Well I broke it up into sections told by different characters and even through in a SEX SCENE – one which was also very pertinent to the plot and in no way gratuitous (don’t you just hate that!).

But here in the blog I can share a few pictures and additional facts…

At the top, is a video of the Apollo 11 moon mission launch – or to describe it another way, three astronauts sitting on top of a massive bomb with their fingers crossed… Before the moon race between the USA and the USSR, the Americans had been experimenting with the Bell X2 Rocket Plane which was launched from a bomber as high as it could carry it and from whence it’s own rocket could carry it to the edge of space. 

This was only a one-man test device but it points to the better way to get into space which has been resurrected by Virgin in its commercial offering seen below. Virgin aim to take very rich people (who must still be very fit) into low orbit spaceflight and who is to say that this might not inspire the very rich to appreciate and save the planet a little more…

The proposed Virgin Galactic Spaceship and Mother-ship combo

You can that a major difference between the respective mother-ships, is that the later model, is jet-powered and this is why there is a problem with Hawaii 2. You may remember the disruption to air travel “In 2010, an eruption of the Eyjafjallajokull volcano in Iceland sent clouds of ash and dust into the atmosphere, interrupting air travel between Europe and North America because of concerns the material could damage jet engines. More than 100,000 flights were grounded, stranding millions of passengers.” see the full story here. I happened to be visiting Iceland at the time and there was a distinct possibility that we might have had to be bussed to another airport to avoid the plume of very fine volcanic dust that was capable of banjaxing jet engines. The fine material was produced by volcanoes beneath ice fields melting the ice and explosively rendering the output into unusually fine dust! Hawaii 2 has so many volcanoes in just this special circumstance, that to follow the mother-ship route back to space is impossible. Rockets are uneconomical (and dangerous) so what other possibilities are there?

One route to saving money was to compromise by making the space vehicle re-usable and thus the Space Shuttle was born. An even larger rocket with extra boosters tied on, the Shuttle was a “lifting body” or rather a controlled falling body that could fly back down to earth. The programme ran long enough for flights to become almost commonplace and with familiarity, contempt for safety led to two disasters in which all crew were sadly lost. Spaceflight is dangerous…

The Space Shuttle had a large cargo bay and famously launched the Hubble Telescope (and later repaired it) but the real commercial bread-and-butter of commerce in space, consists of launching much smaller satellites and using a re-usable rocket is making this much more economical too. Elon Musk has eschewed taking rich tourists into space for more lucrative commercial payloads -developing the Space X rocket which you can see not only landing upright but landing on a boat – such precision! Elon Musk’s ultimate goal is to send a mission to Mars…


The last possibility for getting into space is one I dealt with in an earlier post, – the Space Lift (or Elevator if you are American). G-is-for-gravity-well-and-greening the desert and whilst this idea relies on technology or rather – materials we do not yet have, many believe it could be possible…

So there you have it, a concise guide to the challenge of getting into space should you choose to accept it…
I promised you Ramjets but hey! It’s in the book “Train Wreck”!