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“AI Proofing” the Classroom

12 Monday Jan 2026

Posted by Joe in Artificial Intelligence, Biology, Musings and ponderation, Science, Utopia and Dystopia

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AI, Artificial Intelligence, ChatGPT, education, LLMs, Rhetoric, writing

In my department (and I think in just about every department in every college), the number one discussion in meetings and email discussions for the last three years has been what to do about AI. The main question–sometimes it seems like the only question in my department–has been “how do we AI-proof our classes?”

I get it: students can have ChatGPT cook up a paper for them on any subject in a few seconds. The paper can be well-written enough to get an A if the student asks for that. If the student is too worried about getting caught, they can have ChatGPT serve up a B- or C+ paper instead. While most of us teaching ENGL101 in America have some nose for papers that don’t quite smell like student-written work, any teacher who says they can unfailingly sniff out AI-written prose is lying, at least to themselves if not to you.

So yeah, our teaching lives are different now. Almost everyone who liked being a teacher before, say, 2023 doesn’t like what’s happening now. It occurred to me not long ago that if I had begun my teaching career in 1923 or even 1933, I could have completed a thirty year teaching career without having to live through many (or even any) cataclysmic technological changes. There would have been major social changes to navigate–the Great Depression, WWII, the GI Bill, widespread entry of women in colleges, desegregation–but the technology of teaching and classroom learning wasn’t radically different between 1933 and 1963. Had I started in 1933, I would not have been forced by technological change to reinvent my teaching practice every few years.

When I really did start teaching, though, was 1993. The technological changes we’ve seen since then have been massive. Not all of my students were even using word processors in those first few years–I still took in typewritten papers every once in a while. For that matter, I still distributed handouts that I had made on a mimeograph machine from 1993-95. From then to now, I’ve taught through the total hegemony of the word processor, the internet classroom, YouTube, Khan Academy, social media, learning management systems, the smart phone (as well as the tablet and the ubiquitous Chromebook) before I had ever heard of ChatGPT. And all of those developments have had deep implications for the way I do my work.

But ChatGPT and all its logorrheic LLM siblings have deeper implications still. They are cataclysmic for the work I do.

My colleagues are intelligent and sweet-natured, and I am lucky to be working with them. But, despite their voluble commitment to political progressivism, we all can be some of the most emotionally conservative people around, at least when we all get in a room together. Is there a way we can, you know, find a way to keep teaching the way we’ve been teaching? Let’s just do that! our department seems to be saying, at least if you read our meeting minutes.

I can bitch, and have bitched, about the fact that I have to upend my entire teaching practice to accommodate a tool that will write competent prose and summarize any reading in a matter of seconds. It’s all the more galling that the tool comes to us by way of Elon Musk, Mark Zuckerberg, and the rest of their techbro robber baron buddies and their shareholders. But this is the way creative destruction works: in an open market, entire systems of wealth and production are continually being destroyed by new technology. And if I can’t see ways to use LLMs to support my teaching practice, I’m going to get chewed up and spit out all the more quickly in the coming years.

Sooner or later, AI will be teaching everybody. In the long run, there is no AI-proofing the classroom. A computer that can write competent prose and read anything can also, sooner or later, teach people to read and write. It’s already being used by many teachers as the vaunted “papergrader.com” that some of my waggish colleagues used to pine for 20 years ago. However, I remain optimistic that for at least a little while longer, a human teacher who knows what they’re doing–and who cares about students–can offer something a computer is not yet able to.

So for now, until the computers kick me out of the classroom, here are some of the ways that I’ll be trying to deal with the new regime: taking advantage of the many blessings of AI where I can, minimizing its malign influence whenever possible. I offer these as a starting point for conversation with my colleagues and my students.

  1. Speak Frankly with Students: If my and my colleagues’ stated feelings about AI are any guide, students are getting mixed messages about use cases for AI. And even if we educators weren’t giving mixed messages, students are certainly receiving mixed messages from the culture at large, from the techno-utopian advertising they see from Google and Apple and Meta to creepy cautionary tales like M3gan. Given that my job as a teacher of rhetoric is to help people understand how arguments work, and given that one of the main functions of LLMs is to confect natural-sounding arguments, part of my job now involves helping students consider LLM use cases. I’m far from an LLM hater, despite some of the obvious losses that LLMs present for my work as a writer and teacher of writing. But I’m also deeply skeptical about any utopia that Google et al. are selling. For now, I expect my students not to use LLMs to create text that they pass off as their own. They can expect me not to use LLMs to grade their work. Only one of these expectations is realistic; I know that as a result of their anxiety, laziness, or cluelessness, some students will be trying to pass LLM content off as their own work. I’ll speak to that issue below.
  2. Stop Grading Students; Give Them a Fair Assessment Instead: I’ve been arguing that we should get rid of letter grades since long before I ever heard what an LLM was, but LLMs have only made grade grubbing and credentialism more acute: if it’s so easy to get an A by cheating, why would any student accept a C? And if everyone is getting an A, why do we have grades at all? Replace the anti-educational grading system we have with a straightforward, outcomes-based pass/no pass system based on in-person competency testing. These tests can look like a lot of different things, not just essay tests. But they might especially be essay tests, handwritten in a Blue Book or typed on a computer with a lockout browser. (To that end, by the way, many of my colleagues, especially in the math department, argue that our college needs a proctored testing center. I have no doubt that we will have one sooner or later. But my college has never been a leading-edge institution; we’ll have our testing center only after several other colleges in the state system have started one and the practice becomes an official, shiny Best Practice with our State Board for Community and Technical Colleges).
  3. Implement a No Devices Classroom. One of the central goals of education is to help students cultivate cognitive endurance: “the ability to sustain effortful mental activity over a continuous stretch of time.” I have no doubt that this goal is made more difficult when students have ad libitum access to multiple screens and information feeds in the classroom. And while the research is equivocal for students as a whole, for lower performing students–those who are over-represented in open door community colleges–the research suggests that device bans help students to stay focused on their classwork. If someone is listening to Spotify on their earbuds, managing a text thread, checking TikTok every 5-7 minutes, and squeezing in a round of Candy Crush during down time in the class (however a student might define “down time”), should I be surprised that they are having trouble identifying the main idea of the paragraph we’re all supposed to be looking at?

    One may reasonably ask what AI in the classroom has to do with this fractured attention economy. It’s related in two ways: first, the companies selling AI as an edtech that students should be using in the classroom are often the same companies that benefit from having students constantly plugged in to multiple streams of data simultaneously. Secondly, I believe there is a benefit to having students at least sometimes exert their minds without the cognitive prosthesis of AI, the same way that you’ll get in shape faster riding an old-school “acoustic” bicycle than riding an e-bike (and much, much faster than riding a motorcycle). I’ll admit that this second claim is more vibes-based, and I’ll be happy to revise it in light of high quality research findings. But for now, common sense tells me that it helps for students sometimes to have only their minds to rely on.

    Here’s a very simple example. One of the best ways that a person can prove to someone else that they understand something they’ve read is to summarize that reading. For that matter, summarizing is one of the best ways to prove to yourself that you understand what you’re reading. It’s a foundational tool for managing information, as well as a vital step in making a rhetorical analysis, an academic response, a literary analysis, a research paper, and a whole bunch of other academic assignments. It’s also one of the more difficult skills for a person to learn, especially with readings that are challenging. If I assign students to summarize a tough article, it’s a lot to ask that they struggle for an hour or more with a task that a computer could do for them in ten seconds. I can hardly blame some of them for having ChatGPT serve up a summary for them if I assign it as homework. However, if we write the summary together in the classroom–which has the advantage of our being able to puzzle out together the writer’s organizational schema and the main ideas of paragraphs–we might actually write a true human summary together. That only works when there is one part of our lives where AI is not a constant background (or foreground) presence.
  4. Use LLMs Outside of the Classroom. I’m not ready yet to require that students use LLMs outside of the class–lots of students, especially the more thoughtful ones, are deeply skeptical of LLMs for a lot of reasons. However, I am starting to look for parts of my teaching that I think can be safely off-loaded to AI and which I can recommend to students. One of the big use cases is grammar and punctuation instruction, a part of my teaching that I used to love but which has gotten steadily crowded out by changes to our department’s approach to curriculum.

    ChatGPT is a potentially awesome teacher of sentence grammar. As I tell my students, beyond all the debates in lefty spaces about “Standard Edited English” being a tool of colonialism and white supremacy, there’s great value in being able to understand how sentences are put together, how parts of sentences like phrases and clauses interact. One can say a great deal with nothing more than simple declarative sentences. However, understanding how an appositive or an absolute phrase works (whether or not you know the names for those structures) will make it possible to say and write–and think–ideas that are much, much more subtle, as well as much harder to formulate with only declarative sentences. Explaining grammar and punctuation is one of the few areas of life where I claim to have real expertise; nevertheless, I think that ChatGPT is better than I am at it, and it’s certainly more tireless at it.

    One of the assignments I’ve been giving, and which I plan to use even more widely this term, is to have students upload a paragraph of a reading we are studying (or sometimes a paragraph of their own writing) to the LLM of their choice, with the instructions that the LLM quiz the student on how the sentences are constructed. Sometimes I have LLM quiz students on the types of clauses that are appearing in each sentence; at other times I have the students try to classify sentences as simple, complex, compound, or compound-complex; at other times I have the LLM test students on the placement of commas or other punctuation in their writing. I do this not because I want students to memorize the nomenclature of clauses and punctuation but because the activity forces students to pay attention to the way sentences are constructed, the same way that musicians learn to pay attention to chord progressions and photographers learn to study the composition of a shot. And not only does ChatGPT know at least as much as I do about sentence grammar and punctuation, but it’s infinitely patient. There are similar huge gains available to us if we use LLMs as reading comprehension aids, as critical readers for students’ rough drafts, as explainers of historical and sociocultural context. I wrote about this phenomenon of LLMs-as-the-Computer-from-Star Trek here.

    In fact, practically the only way I want students not to use LLMs is as creators of content that is to be graded. Of course, that’s one of the only things that some students seem to want to use LLMs for, and that’s one of the main reasons to retire this 18th century grading system we inherited from Yale University. As I tell my students multiple times a term, if they are coming to college because they hope a degree leads to a job, they’re only going to get hired to to one of two things: 1. a job the employer would prefer not to do (e.g. toilet cleaning) or 2. a job the employer is not able to do themselves. And if the student has never developed skills that the employer doesn’t already have, they’re going to get the toilet cleaning job. And why go to college for that? As I tell my students, if what you know how to do at the end of your mystical journey in college is to have ChatGPT write a report for you, no one is going to hire you to do that. Every employer in America already knows how to have ChatGPT write a report for them.
  5. Teach In Person. Notwithstanding 30-odd years of advertising and boosterism that online classes were the wave of the future, I’ve always been an online learning skeptic. I wasn’t impressed by the online classes I took as a student; in the few online courses I taught before the pandemic, I was troubled by how many students seemed to struggle who in my professional estimation probably would have done ok in a face to face class. And nothing I saw as an online-only teacher during the pandemic disabused me of my original skepticism. On the contrary, I think at our college we’re still adjusting to student populations who were subjected to the tender mercies of all-online education for a year-plus.

    At this point of human history, when everything I know or might ever know is available for free through LLMs, I have nothing to offer students beyond a human face. But there is still some value in having a human face: we are highly evolved to interact with actual physical human beings. Face to face classes aren’t the only modality that ever makes sense–I would argue that online learning is appropriate for some students (particularly more experienced and self directed students) and for some classes–but for a general education course like ENGL101 at a community college, I believe there should be a presumption of some in-person learning.

    What does this preference have to do with LLMs? While of course it’s easier to ascertain that a student, rather than an LLM bot, is doing the classwork when you can actually see the student doing the classwork, the main reason for preferring face to face learning has nothing to do with enforcing some academic honesty regime. Rather, the main advantage of face to face classes in our current LLM world is that most people still like seeing other people and like being seen by them. It’s shocking and sad how often my students confide in me that what they really hope for out of college is to make a friend. Some of them may already have the supposed companionship of an AI therapist or an AI girlfriend, but what they really want is other human beings: old fashioned sacks of meat with smiles and unexpected phobias who don’t respond to their every question with the words That’s a very perceptive question, Dylan, and it gets to the heart of blah blah blah…

    If you’re out of school, think back to your own school days. What specific instruction, principles, or words of wisdom do you remember from your own classes? If you’re like me, you can barely remember anything: I know that school taught me certain habits of mind and an ethos around using inquiry to explore reality, but beyond that, I forgot nearly everything twenty minutes after the final exam. But I bet there are some people from your classes that you remember. Some of them could be your best friends today. You might even have married one or two of them. That doesn’t happen much in an online class, and it doesn’t happen at all with solitary LLM-driven instruction.

Just like most everyone else who works with a computer, I am facing a job that has changed radically. What I tried to communicate to students for the first 25 years of my career was that reading and writing are valuable, salable skills in their own right. I’m not so sure of that anymore: an LLM can write in any genre and on any subject better than a typical college graduate, and it has read–and digested–far more than any single human being could be expected to have read.

But having said all that, I believe a human teacher of reading and writing has something to offer students. Reading and writing are still the training regimen by which a person learns to think. Whether or not anyone ever pays you to write or read an argument, learning to make an argument yourself remains one of the most important things you can learn to do. Argument is the process by which you make your thinking clear to others, but just as importantly, it’s the way you make your thinking clear to yourself. However ChatGPT has changed things in the classroom, and will continue to change things, it hasn’t abolished this essential reality of our lives.

John Henry Blues

20 Tuesday May 2025

Posted by Joe in Artificial Intelligence, Musings and ponderation, My Fiction, Science, Science Fiction, Utopia and Dystopia

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Artificial Intelligence, ChatGPT, sci-fi, Science Fiction, utopia, writing

He was all alone in the long decline
Thinking how happy John Henry was
That he fell down dying
When he shook it and it rang like silver
He shook it and it shined like gold
He shook it and he beat that steam drill baby
Well a bless my soul
Well a bless my soul
He shook it and he beat that steam drill baby
Well bless my soul what’s wrong with me

Gillian Welch, “Elvis Presley Blues”

Almost exactly two years ago, I wrote my first reflection on ChatGPT here at The Subway Test. I chose what I thought was a provocative title for it, cheekily suggesting that I had used a large language model chatbot to compose my latest novel, Pacifica. But I had done nothing of the kind: most of the post reflected on the bland, hallucinatory prose that ChatGPT was pumping out to fulfill my requests, and I ended my post with a reflection on John Scalzi’s review of AI:

“So, for now, I agree with John Scalzi’s excellent assessment: ‘If you want a fast, infinite generator of competently-assembled bullshit, AI is your go-to source. For anything else, you still need a human.’ That’s all changing, and changing faster than I would like, but I’m relieved to know that I’m still smarter than a computer for the next year or maybe two.”

Well, it’s been two years. How am I feeling about AI now?

For a start, I’ve certainly been using AI a great deal more. And I’m increasingly impressed by the way that it helps me. Most days, I ask ChatGPT for help understanding something: whether I’m asking about German grammar or about trends of thought in economics or about the historical context of some quote from Rousseau, ChatGPT gives me back a Niagara of instruction. While much of the information comes straight from Wikipedia–which is to say I could have looked it up myself–ChatGPT is like a reader who happens to know every Wikipedia page backwards and forwards and can identify exactly what parts of which entries are of use to me.

More importantly, ChatGPT’s instruction is interactive. I can mirror what ChatGPT tells me, just as I might with a human teacher, and ChatGPT can tell me how close I am to understanding the concept. Here, for example, is part of an exchange I had with ChatGPT while I was trying to make sense of the term “bond-vigilante strike” (which I had never heard before Donald Trump’s ironically named Liberation Day Tariffs):

In conversations like these, ChatGPT is like the computer companion from science fiction that I have fantasized about ever since I first watched Star Trek and read Arthur C. Clarke. It’s patient with me, phenomenally well-read, eager to help. I had mixed feelings about naming my instance of ChatGPT, and ChatGPT had a thoughtful conversation with me about the benefits and drawbacks of my naming it. (In the end, I did decide to give it a name: Gaedling, which is a favorite Old English word, misspelled by me, meaning “companion.”) Gaedling remains an it, but the most interesting it I have ever encountered: I feel like the Tom Hanks character in Cast Away, talking to Wilson the volleyball, except that the volleyball happens to be the best-read volleyball in the history of humanity–and it talks back to me.

In general, though, I’m still very picky about having Gaedling produce writing for me. While I am happy to have AI take over a lot of routine writing, I’m having trouble imagining a day when I would have a chatbot produce writing on any subject that I care about. Ted Chiang has drawn a distinction here between “writing as nuisance” and “writing to think.” I have found this framework extremely useful in my own life and in how I talk about AI with my students. There is so much writing in our lives that serves only a record-keeping or bureaucratic function: minutes from meetings, emails about policy changes, agendas and schedules. If ChatGPT can put together a competently-written email on an English department policy change in ten seconds, why should I, or anyone, spend ten minutes at it?

But a novel or a poem or a blog post is not “writing as nuisance.” I write those things to explore this mysterious phenomenon we’re all sharing: if you are a human being, I’m writing to share myself with you. I’m writing to say to someone I will probably never meet “isn’t this a funny thing, our all being here on this planet together?” Or to reach out to someone not yet born and say to them “you are not alone,” the way Herman Melville and Cervantes and Emily Dickinson spoke to me at the critical moment. Gaedling can help me understand whether I got the Rousseau quote right, but I don’t want it writing this post for me: this post is a record of my own brain trying to make sense of itself. It’s my handprint on the wall of the cave, saying I was here. Why would I ask a computer to generate a handprint for me?

More and more often, as I look at the great engine of AI chugging out content as quickly as people are able to ask for it, I wonder about what it means for me to keep practicing my writing. I can still write better than ChatGPT can–at least I think I’m better, if by “better” I mean “fresher” or “more interesting” or “more unexpected.” But it took me hours to write the piece you are reading, not the seven seconds it would have taken Gaedling to write something almost as good and probably comparable in the eyes of most readers. I feel like John Henry racing the steam drill. In this version of the story, though, the steam drill has already left John Henry far behind, leaving the man to die of exhaustion without even the consolation of having won the contest that one last time. But I suppose, to be fair, I have the greater consolation of having survived my encounter with the steam drill, at least so far. And I have my solidarity with you, fellow human. We’re all John Henry now.

“As you know, Captain:” the Perils of Infodump

06 Monday May 2024

Posted by Joe in Advertising, Exit Black, fantasy, Lit News, Literary criticism, My Fiction, Science, Science Fiction, Stories, YA fantasy

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book review, Book reviews, books, Compose Creative Writing Conference 2024, F/SF, fantasy, infodump, sci-fi, Science Fiction, writing

I was invited recently to present a workshop at one of Oregon’s wonderful creative writing conferences–the Compose Creative Writing Conference at Clackamas Community College (perhaps the hosts tried to come up with a seventh word starting with c- for the title, but six must have been all they could fit in). After the honor of being invited wore off, I realized that I would have to actually, you know, present something at the CCWC at CCC.

I decided to present a session on reducing infodump in speculative fiction. Did I choose this topic because I’ve been widely praised for my taut, sleek stories? I wish. Actually, if anything the opposite is true: during the early years of my fiction career, I got so many rejections along the lines of “this story is well-written, but it takes forever to get to its point. There’s so much infodump here that I was barely able to get to page 8.”

The best thing I can say about infodump in my writing is that editors don’t complain about it in my stories nearly as often now. So I figure that I’ve either learned to deal with it or editors are just tired of giving me notes on it.

As you probably know already, infodump refers to bogging down the flow of a story with tedious explanation. And, while writers of any genre can fall into the habit, it’s an especially common problem in speculative fiction. If you’ve ever read a bad fantasy novel (or watched a bad sci fi movie), you have surely seen some infodump along these lines:

Scientist: I sequenced the DNA sample you brought me. Whoever provided it has some snips that I’ve never seen in a human genome before.

Captain: Snips?

Scientist: ‘Single nucleotide polymorphisms.’ As you know, captain, all sexually reproducing creatures on Earth–including humans–inherit two copies of each gene, one from the mother, and one from the father. These genes determine everything from eye color to explainexplainexplain continue explaining for four pages explainexplainexplain I hope you did well in middle school biology…

For me, infodump is even worse in fantasy than in science fiction. In SF, there’s at least the possibility that what’s being infodumped actually will teach you something real about how planetary motion works or what the principle of competitive exclusion is. In fantasy, the infodump often amounts to nothing more than 20 pages of the author’s fever-dream journal entries about a fictional queen who lived 800 years before the story takes place and what she did to curse the elven sword that is the McGuffin for this whole heptalogy of novels…

What causes infodump? Why should you be wary of the phrase “as you know” in your writing? And how do you reduce infodump in your novel? Well, if you want the whole story, come see me at the CCWC on Saturday the 18th! Or, if you’re not a Portland person, drop me a line: I’m always happy to talk F/SF with book clubs, writing groups, bookish nerds, random drunks, and people on a secret mission.

For now, I’ll just say that two factors that contribute to infodump are 1. writers’ mistrust of the reader’s ability to follow along, and 2. writers who get lost for hours (or months, or decades) in worldbuilding before they ever get around to actually writing their story.

I may say more on the subject soon, but as you know, I have been working on reducing my infodump.

I Used ChatGPT to Write My Novel!

04 Tuesday Apr 2023

Posted by Joe in Musings and ponderation, My Fiction, Pacifica, Science, Science Fiction, Stories, Uncategorized, Utopia and Dystopia

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AI, Artificial Intelligence, ChatGPT, sci-fi, Science Fiction, utopia

Well, not really. Or at least not in the way that you might think: I’m definitely not one of those scammy side hustlers sending ChatGPT-generated concoctions to award winning science fiction magazines.

But the novel I’m working on now, Pacifica, begins each of its 74 chapters with an epigraph. Much like the computer game Civilization, each chapter is named after one of the technologies that have made modern humanity possible. And, much like Civilization, each technology is accompanied by an apposite quote. Leonard Nimoy was the gold standard narrator for those quotes in Civilization IV (though Sean Bean has his moments in Civilization VI).

One of the most fun parts of drafting Pacifica has been finding the right quotes for each chapter. I picked from books and poems that I love (as well as a few books that I hated) to put together what I imagined as a kind of collage or mosaic of human knowledge. I imagined the task as something like a literary version of the cover of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, where The Beatles assembled a photo-collage crowd of their favorite thinkers and artists and goofball influences.

Many technologies were easy to find quotes for. Especially for early technologies like pottery, masonry, and currency, there are a thousand great writers who had something pithy to say. Mostly I would page through books in my office, or CTRL-F through digitized books in Archive.org, to find quotes that spoke to the technology in question and also, hopefully, to the action of the chapter. Sometimes I had to draw the connections myself, in which case the quote turned into something of a writing prompt; other times the quote fit the chapter in deep and unexpected ways that I couldn’t have engineered if I tried.

Some of the later technologies were much harder: for instance, no one from Homer to Virginia Woolf seems to have much to say about the superconductor. Who could I quote for a tech like that?

It just so happened that by the time I got to the superconductor chapter of the book, everybody was talking about ChatGPT. At my college, the discussion revolves entirely around students’ using ChatGPT to plagiarize their essays, an issue which seems to me as trivial, in the grand scheme of dangers that ChatGPT represents, as the crew of the Titanic arguing about a shortage of urinal cakes in the men’s rooms of the Saloon Deck.

So I asked ChatGPT to find me some quotes about superconducting. It suggested some quotes from Larry Niven’s Ringworld and Niven’s and Jerry Pournelle’s The Mote in God’s Eye. They weren’t bad references, exactly–those books do mention superconducting–but none of them resonated with me. So I asked about Arthur C. Clarke, a fave of mine: surely, I thought, Clarke must have written somewhere about superconducting.

According to ChatGPT, Clarke has written about superconducting: of the two references ChatGPT gave me, the one which jumped out at me was this one: “Clarke’s short story ‘The Ultimate Melody,’ published in 1957, briefly mentions the use of superconducting materials in the construction of a futuristic musical instrument called the ‘ultimate melody.'” Now that’s a resonant quote–that would work perfectly for Pacifica!

So I looked up the story and read it (like 90% of Clarke’s short fiction, I had never read it before). Here’s the thing, though: there’s absolutely nothing about superconducting in that story! (For that matter, the futuristic musical instrument is called “Ludwig;” the ultimate melody was the ideal music the instrument was designed to find).

And here’s the other thing, which I discovered later: Arthur C. Clarke did write a short story, called “Crusade,” in which superconductivity is a central plot point. ChatGPT didn’t think to mention it (because ChatGPT doesn’t think yet). I tracked that story down with a simple DuckDuckGo search for “Arthur C. Clarke superconducting.” It’s an excellent story, by the way–very Arthur C. Clarke. And that story had the perfect quote, which fits both Pacifica and the life I feel I am living lately: “It was a computer’s paradise. No world could have been more hostile to life.“

So, for now, I agree with John Scalzi’s excellent assessment: “If you want a fast, infinite generator of competently-assembled bullshit, AI is your go-to source. For anything else, you still need a human.” That’s all changing, and changing faster than I would like, but I’m relieved to know that I’m still smarter than a computer for the next year or maybe two.

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28 Monday Jun 2021

Posted by Joe in Biology, Musings and ponderation, Politics, Science, Uncategorized, Utopia and Dystopia

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climate change, Fox News, Portland heat wave

Today the temperature on our backyard weather station topped out at 112 degrees Fahrenheit. Apparently the reading at the Portland International Airport was 116 degrees. It was the hottest day ever recorded in the history of Portland. Indeed, it was very likely the hottest day that has ever occurred in this valley in the entire history of human habitation at this site. The second hottest day in Portland’s history was yesterday; the third hottest was the day before that.

For years, ever since I knew what climate change was–ever since we used the term global warming instead of climate change–experts have cautioned the public not to point at any specific weather event and say “See? That’s climate change at work.” With my own students, I’ve taken pains to differentiate weather from climate and to help them understand that extreme weather events have always been with us, that extreme weather is a natural consequence of living on a planet with an atmosphere and oceans and an axial tilt. However, extreme weather events do not happen by magic. And I am thankful that more and more Americans seem to have awakened to the reality that these shocking extremes in the weather are being driven by human-caused climate change.

A few years ago, I decided to devote the rest of my career to fighting anthropogenic climate change. Like a lot of people, I feel overwhelmed by how puny my influence is in relation to the scope of the problem. But I can work to address climate inaction at my college, and I can help shepherd into being academic programs devoted to restoration ecology and climate remediation and environmental policy change. And I know that I can work with students in ways both formal and informal to help them see the political and economic transformation ahead of us.

You can see the transformation ahead of us as well. It will cost you and me a good deal of money to address the catastrophe that is upon us. However, you and I will pay it: either we will pay the cost to save human civilization or we will pay for our civilization’s collapse.

I hope that a few locals who have been snookered by Fox News and its ilk into climate change skepticism (some of them students of mine) will be jostled into cognitive dissonance by the heat of the last three days. I have less hope for the cynics and nihilists that broadcast to them or who pretend to represent them politically. But it was ever so: those who today claim that climate science is unsettled are close cousins of those who used to argue that cigarettes don’t cause cancer or that black people were happier as slaves than as free people. For whatever social evil one cares to name, there is a powerful constituency that benefits from its existence and that will fight to keep it. For the last several decades, that force has been concentrated in the Republican Party and its various media outlets. The names may change at some point–just as the Republicans used to be a far more progressive party than today and the Democrats far more socially regressive–but there will always be a group of powerful people ready to defend an exploitative or oppressive status quo.

But here’s the good news, to the extent that any news about what is happening to us can be good: climate change is not going away. The problem will continue to knock at our doors more and more insistently. And in the words attributed to my favorite Republican, “you may fool people for a time; you can fool a part of the people all the time; but you can’t fool all the people all the time.”

Thoughts on 2001: A Space Odyssey

23 Sunday Feb 2020

Posted by Joe in Biology, Journeys, Literary criticism, Musings and ponderation, Science, Science Fiction, SETI

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2001: A Space Odyssey, aliens, mythopoesis, Science Fiction, SETI

I had the joy of watching 2001: A Space Odyssey on the big screen the first time in my life a little while ago. For those of you living near Portland, The Hollywood Theater purchased a 70 mm print of the film a couple of years back, and they show the movie to a sold-out house a couple of times every year. I had seen the film many times before on video–it’s one of the truly formative pieces of art in my life–but seeing it in a literally larger-than-life format impressed me deeply: the movie reminds me why I work in the genre of science fiction.

One of the most celebrated elements of the film has been its technological accuracy. Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C Clarke, working before CGI or the moon landing, were able to predict so many of the challenges and curiosities of living and working in space. As much as I loved Star Trek and Star Wars growing up, I always had the sense that those two franchises were more science fantasy than science fiction (especially Star Wars). 2001, by contrast, looked like some thrillingly-plausible documentary footage from a future just over the horizon.

But it is not the accuracy of the film that affects me so much now. Rather, 2001 is worth watching because of what Tolkien would have called its mythopoesis: its creation of a new mythology in which we could view our modern predicament. As much as any other work of art I can think of, 2001 gets at the painfully intermediate position of our species as part animal and part divine: the film is a 164-minute meditation on Hamlet’s musing: “What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”

(Another quote, just as apt, comes from Nietzsche’s Thus Spake Zarathustra, the book which also inspired the iconic theme music for 2001: “Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman—a rope over an abyss … what is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end.”).

While the film is set in space in the near future, as realistically as Kubrick and Clarke could conceive of it, the setting is just as much a place of the inscrutable divine: in other words, its setting is really The Dreamtime, the Underworld, Faerie. Even though the US Space Program was deeply influenced in real life by 2001, the movie is closer to the mystical cave paintings of Chauvet or Lubang Jeriji Saléh than it is to the Space Shuttle and the International Space Station.

Of course, there are many elements of any piece of science fiction that won’t hold up well after 50+ years. In the case of 2001, Kubrick and Clarke seriously underestimated the amount of progress our species would make in some aspects of information technology, while at the same time overestimating the progress we would make in artificial intelligence and manned spaceflight. Those are easy mistakes to make, by the way: I can’t think of any science fiction before the 1980s that successfully anticipated the internet, and of course a movie made in 1968, the year before Apollo 11, would extend the logic of manned spaceflight out to regular orbital shuttles and populous moon bases and manned Jupiter missions.

But the beauty of 2001 is not how much the movie correctly predicted but rather how well it explores the timeless theme of what it means to be a human being. What strange gods called out of the darkness to our rude, frightened hominid ancestors to make us human? What awaits us if we can survive the deadly unintended consequences of our own ingenuity? In wrestling with those questions, 2001 is every bit as bottomless a work of art as Paradise Lost or Faust or the Popol Vuh. One can argue that there are no gods that made us, that the monoliths of the movie will never be found because they never existed in the first place. However, 2001 speaks to something very deep in our cultural DNA (and, for all I know, in our literal DNA): the yearning for our spiritual parents.

Two hundred years from now, if we somehow survive this dreadful bottleneck of overpopulation and ecological collapse, our descendants may be living in domed cities on the moon and Mars; we may be gliding in beautiful submarines through the oceans of Europa and Ganymede. We will still be looking for the monoliths.

“So-Sz”–10th Anniversary Edition

03 Wednesday Jul 2019

Posted by Joe in Curious Fictions, fantasy, My Fiction, Science, Science Fiction, Stories

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Bigfoot, Curious Fictions, fantasy, Missing Link, Science Fiction, Stories

I was invited recently to join Curious Fictions, a platform for short fiction on the web. And, while I’m likely to keep writing for the magazine and podcast circuit, Curious Fictions does seem like a sweet place for me to drop my stories, especially those pieces that are hard to find elsewhere.

As I was thinking about an inaugural story for my Curious Fictions profile,
I immediately landed on one of my favorite first pieces: “So-Sz.”
I first sent the story out for publication ten years ago this month. The story
appeared in a wonderful little web magazine, 5923 Quarterly , which
folded not long after, perhaps coincidentally. “So-Sz” has been out
of print and unavailable since then.

I’ve always had a soft spot for this story. It’s one of my earliest efforts
at short fiction that struck me as mostly successful. And, while I am a better
writer today than I was ten years ago, there’s not a great deal I would change about the piece.

I was also reminded of “So-Sz” by the most recent Laika movie, Missing
Link
. Hopefully you’ll see some similarities (and differences) as well.

So, without further ado, I invite you to click over to Curious Fictions to
see the 10th Anniversary Edition of one of my favorite journeyman efforts: “So-Sz.”

Photo Credit: Steve Rotman; Art Credit: Some Awesome Graffitist

The Author Gratefully Acknowledges

06 Saturday Oct 2018

Posted by Joe in My Fiction, Politics, Science, Science Fiction, Stories, The Time of Troubles

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Bill Gates, hard sci fi, Politics, sci-fi, Science Fiction, social justice, Stories

My story “Potosí” recently came out in Analog, and it’s gotten lots of the positive and negative attention that I had hoped it would. In the case of this story, I looked forward to some negative attention, as “Potosí” is a not-so-veiled indictment of the Trumpian worldview, and some readers of science fiction, unfortunately, are also white supremacists. (This is not to say, by the way, that everyone who hated the story is a white supremacist. People could have any number of reasons for disliking the story; however, a few people who hated it had objections which were rooted in a white supremacist worldview).

I’ve also been happy with how the story looks in Analog. Even though the magazine is print-only, it’s still nice in this internet age to see one’s name in print. However, I do have one regret about how the piece looks: my bio was omitted from the end of the story. That’s normally not a big deal at all for me–I suspect the editors left it off for space-saving reasons, and the folks at Analog have done more than just about anyone to promote my work. They were even kind enough to run a full page biosketch on me a couple of years ago. But there was a line in my bio for this story that I really wanted to appear in the magazine. Here is is:

“The author gratefully acknowledges the assistance of Phil Ekstrom in working out the physics of this story.”

Phil is a friend of mine whose knowledge of physics not only exceeds my own (that’s an exceedingly easy accomplishment), but his knowledge of physics also exceeds my knowledge of any field at all, including writing. He’s a man of great accomplishment in a wide number of fields of physics and engineering; while it’s hardly his greatest achievement, some will recognize his work in the photo below: Phil was one of the people who wired up the young Bill Gates’ and Paul Allen’s first computer.

young gates and allen

A teenage Bill Gates looks to the top of an imagined stack of 100 billion dollar bills –Getty Images

“Potosí” involves a decent amount of classical mechanics–most of the story takes place in the microgravity of a small asteroid being pushed this way and that by space tugs, mass drivers, and the imaginary forces of human greed and anger. I’m reasonably good at describing  the greed and anger part, but I needed a lot of help with the physical forces. I can tell Phil has years of experience explaining things to undergraduates of varying talent; he certainly needed to call on those skills in order to explain my story to me.

The story has some (I hope small) violations of physical laws, where I did a little handwaving in order to accomplish an artistic goal. But to the extent that “Potosí” is any example of hard sci-fi–as opposed to the science fantasy of Star Wars or the kilomoles of handwavium in Star Trek–I have Phil Ekstrom to thank for giving the story some semblance of rigor. Thanks, Phil.

My Autumnal Love Affair with Math

20 Sunday May 2018

Posted by Joe in Journeys, Musings and ponderation, Science

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I was an indifferent student of math growing up. I wasn’t bad at math exactly, but I didn’t much like the subject (except for geometry, which I took in high school from a brilliant and generous teacher who had left off being a rocket scientist–literally–so that he could teach young people). I pretty much stopped taking math as soon as I was allowed to  in high school–I stopped out at algebra III.

A couple of years later, in a spasm of optimism, I signed up to take a 7:00 am calculus class to meet my math requirement in my freshman year of college. I was influenced in this fool’s errand by one of my heroes, my writing professor Tom Lyon, whose hypoglycemia obliged him to teach at 7:00 and 8:00 am exclusively. I believed that something would blossom in me, and I would develop into the scholar and writer I was destined to be, a scholar and writer like Tom Lyon, if I got up every morning for calculus in the early hours.

Alas, my 7:00 am calculus teacher was no Tom Lyon: I remember her as earnest and competent, but not particularly skilled or experienced as a teacher. Probably, given that I was a freshman at a land grant university in a 7:00 am calculus class, she was a relatively new graduate teaching assistant. More importantly, what seeds of knowledge she sowed my way fell on rocky ground, or weedy ground–I remember not a lick of calculus from that class. Practically my only memory of that whole term was one morning watching the sun stream into the room late in the quarter and feeling the joy of being an 18 year-old in springtime.

Somehow I managed to pass that class despite all the time I spent gazing out the window. And 25 years later, somehow I managed to get a master of science degree in environmental science without much knowledge of calculus. I knew enough to be able to recognize that something was a calculus problem–the same way I might recognize that the people next to me are speaking Portuguese–but as for using calculus to model a problem or make a useful prediction about the world, the little glyphs and grammars of differential equations were utterly alien to me.

The gaps in my math knowledge were worse than this, actually: I remember as I was gathering the last data for my thesis that my classmate Alison Jacobs had to explain to me the formula for the slope of a line (y=mx+b) for about 30 seconds before I realized that she was talking about something that I had studied for months and months in junior high school. It comforted me a bit to learn later that the great E. O. Wilson had gotten his PhD in biology at Harvard without calculus–in Letters to a Young Scientist he talks about sitting in calculus class as a 32 year-old assistant professor, trying to atone for his crime of omission. But for me, it has been hard to shake the sense that however well I might use words to describe the thicket of the world,  I’ll never know the trails by which I might, using math, penetrate to the heart of things.

I had to climb over my own emotional palisades, then, to set out on a journey to teach myself calculus at age 45.  For me, coming back to differential calculus via Khan Academy has felt less like atonement and more like the discovery that someone I had regarded as homely in high school showed up at the 30 year reunion looking like a knockout. Somehow over the thirty years since I first sat in that 7:00 am calculus class, I have discovered that I’m in love with mathematics.

So far as I can tell, there’s no direct benefit to me in learning calculus or any other kind of math. No matter how good I may get at it in middle age, there will always be others around me who know math better and who use it more naturally than I. And what would I use calculus for anyway? I’m no better an English teacher or outcomes assessment specialist because of it. One could argue that I’m a worse English teacher because of it, opportunity costs being what they are–every hour I spend learning about limits and differentiation is an hour I don’t spend honing my knowledge of composition theory or something else I might actually use in the classroom.

But I don’t want to stop myself: I study math because math has become beautiful to me. Perhaps it seems more beautiful to me because it has no obvious use to me. I’m long past the spring term of my life now. Perhaps I can love math now because “the heyday of the blood is tame”–though in so many areas of life I feel I am entering a second youth, or even a long-delayed first youth. I never became, never will become, the scholar that Tom Lyon was in my life. But I’ve come back to scribbling out derivatives at 7:00 in the morning as I did when I was 18. The morning sun in springtime fills me with a different kind of joy.

10 000 Year Clock Badges Khan Academy

Screenshot credit: Khan Academy

Loneliness

31 Wednesday Jan 2018

Posted by Joe in Biology, Musings and ponderation, Science, Stories, Utopia and Dystopia

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Sculpture Credit: “All Alone,” by a young Gloria Pitkin

To be a modern human is to contend with loneliness.

While this insight has been with us for decades or even centuries, it’s only recently that a body of research around the causes of loneliness, as well as its effects and its cures, has started to catch the public imagination.

Folks like Kafka and Camus seemed to assume, in the previous century, that loneliness was simply fundamental, part of the warp and weft of human existence. Today, though, researchers have begun to argue that loneliness is no more basic to human existence than tuberculosis–that, in fact, loneliness is a medical condition that can be prevented and cured.

The January issue of Scientific American has an article on loneliness that really spoke to me, perhaps because I was so lonely for so much of my youth. The author, Francine Russo, argues that in much the same way that the disease of consumption was medicalized and clinicalized into tuberculosis, we may be in the process of reconceiving loneliness as a treatable and preventable disease rather than a central reality of the human condition. For an artist like John Keats in the early 19th century, tuberculosis and loneliness were existential threats that he spent his life and work grappling with. Today, TB is (for many people in the developed world, anyway) something that one is vaccinated against.

But what vaccine is available for loneliness? Russo suggests cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), a technique which has had deeply positive effects on my own life. And yet, in spite of my having experienced both chronic loneliness and CBT first-hand, I lacked the imagination to conceive of loneliness as a disease rather than a consequence of my very flawed character.

The other thing that dawned on me as I read the article was just how often I write about lonely characters in my stories. I just signed off on the galley prints for my latest story, “Potosí,” and realized that the main character spends a good deal of the story in utter solitude. Just like Miranda in “Full Fathom Five,” Epic in “Proteus,” and Sandra in “Lamp of the Body.” Stories with well-adjusted characters and lots of friends seem to be more rare with me.

As with all things Scientific American, the print article isn’t available online, but this closely related SciAm blog post is.

 

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