What I Tasted On My Summer Vacation

Just kidding:  retired doctors don’t take vacations!  But we did just return from a week in Madrid and San Sebastian, followed by a week visiting chateaus in Bordeaux.  Although there were lots of great-tasting solids (jamon iberico de bellota, foie gras, Charolais beef, raw-milk Epoisses, mmm), this posting is going to be about Bordeaux wines.  If you have no interest at all in wine, my apologies; this would be a good place to exit- thanks!

Tasting barrel samples of 2016 red Bordeaux was fabulous; the vintage really does live up to all the hype.  If you have a wine collection, I would recommend buying some 2016s: even at $25 or less, some wines are already very appealing (Chateau Potensac from the Medoc, for example) and have the potential to develop well for five to fifteen years.  At the other end of the spectrum, wines such as Ch. Mouton-Rothschild or Ch. Margaux lie in the stratosphere, with regard to quality and price, and can age for decades.  Ch. Leoville-Las-Cases, for me, was their equal in quality for half the price.  If you have a special event to commemorate yearly, such as a wedding in 2016, you’re in luck!

One good thing about this vintage is that the wines reflected their respective communes:  that is, a wine from St. Julien had the typical taste and style of that commune, and not, say, Pomerol or St. Emilion.  In my opinion, this typicity doesn’t happen every year.  To generalize:  a typical red from St. Estephe tends to be heavy-ish, somewhat monolithic, linear and powerful.  A Pauillac tends to be more nuanced, although still sturdy, with graphite notes (think pencil shavings) and tobacco, like a cigar box.  Pauillac’s immediate neighbor to the south, St. Julien, makes wines quite similar, but more supple and round, and I find India ink notes, as well as overt fruitiness, in St. Juliens more than in Pauillacs- both in the nose and flavor.  Wines from Margaux tend to be more delicate/elegant, with a famous floral (violets) aroma.  Graves often have a mineral, smoky character.  St. Emilions and Pomerols are often fleshy, plump and rich from a high percentage of Merlot; whether they are grown on limestone (St. Emilion) or clay/gravel (Pomerol) affects the flavor.  From years of comparing these, it becomes possible to identify the commune, or even the producer, in a blind tasting, which is a pretty good bar trick.  But I’ve only listed general tendencies; there can be huge differences in style between two chateaus located in the same commune.

By the way, these taste characteristics are not the same as the spurious and fanciful descriptions often provided by wine writers, who might argue with one another as follows:  “I taste mangoes!”  “Mangoes?  You’re crazy; it’s pineapple.”  “That’s right, pineapple!  And coconut!”  “Yeah, just like the pina colada I had before dinner!”

In science fiction, it can get even more obscure.  Here’s an excerpt from Fourth World, in which Benn Marr attends a wine tasting at Mellon College:

And so it went, for four other wines.  Dr. Neelin described esthetic and geologic elements: earthy forest or mushroom; the smell of rain falling on hot stones; delicate floral scents; the tang of iron, like a bloody nose; roasted coffee beans, licorice, chocolate, berries of various colors; the mineral effect of a steep, rocky slope; a summer plagued by hailstorms; or a long hot spell before harvest.  And, though it seemed far-fetched, even as Dr. Neelin described the historical context of each wine- the influence of an ancient monastic order, or the personality of an eccentric winemaker- Benn detected traces of each element.  He imagined some sort of ambient energy field interacting with the water content, imprinting all of this data into the structure- the hexagonal, square and triangular formations- of each wine.  It was like the electronic translation of sound or sight into a recording (not so different from the volumes of data previously recorded in ancient tapes, plastic phonograph records, or metal discs; and now the micro-crystalline core of his datadisc) which could be heard or seen again, and replayed endlessly, if only one had the diamond-tipped needle, the laser, the ability to translate the data in reverse.

China On The Rise

Last night, Harvard Prof. Graham Allison gave a talk, moderated by former Rep. Ellen Tauscher, at the Commonwealth Club in SF.  The topic was his new book, Destined for War:  Can America and China Escape Thucydides’s Trap?  Five centuries BC, Thucydides noted that the threat from a rising power, Athens, as perceived by Sparta- the ruling power in ancient Greece- led to the Peloponnesian War.  He drew a parallel with US/China relations- acknowledging some of the shortcomings of such a comparison, which have been amply pointed out in various reviews of the book.  China, he said, has caught up with the US in every major parameter, and surpassed it in some.  For example, when Reagan was president, China’s GDP was 10% that of the US, and now it is 110%.  In many aspects of technology, China is taking the lead:  social media, AI, robotics, clean energy, electric vehicles etc.  The US still leads by far in the military arena, but China may not care as much as we suppose (Allison reminded us that, when US and South Korean troops once pushed back a North Korean invasion almost to the Chinese border, China used conventional weapons to fight the sole nuclear power on Earth, all the way down to the 38th parallel).  Economic “warfare” is just as important these days, and as the US withdraws from the world stage (see TPP), you have to wonder:  which country now represents Sparta, and which Athens?  Sharing common interests- such as avoiding nuclear holocaust and preventing global warming- lowers the risk of war, but then having a belligerent and unpredictable president who denigrates NATO and pulls out of the Paris Accord weakens those commonalities.  It seems to me that under our Chaos President, fear of “Mutual Assured Destruction” (MAD) and climate change may not be enough to prevent war.  Also, the strong chauvinism and national fervor among Chinese- not mentioned in the talk- may tilt the balance towards war when a crisis erupts, for example on the Korean Peninsula or South China Sea.  As I pointed out in an earlier blog (A Day Without Women), the world is a lot more complicated now, but Thucydides may be right after all.

Here’s an excerpt from my sci-fi novel Fourth World, in which Chou Xia-Yu, leader of the world government in 2196, ponders the fate of expatriate anomaly Benn Marr:  will he have to be destroyed?

Chou silently nodded his satisfaction at the inherent justice of it all:  descendants of the American colonists on Mars had paid a steep price to atone for the imperialist policies of their ancestors.  And now, he speculated, this Benn Marr represented another level of reward for years of experimentation.  The ability to read and to project thoughts was similar to what Chinese monks (particularly in the Tibetan District) had been practicing for a thousand years.  The difference was that Eunigen had given Benn his abilities by modifying his genes, so that they could be passed on to future generations in large numbers:  the hypothetical implications for the PWE were staggering!  Unfortunately, Benn Marr, although of Chinese descent, had lost touch with his ethnic roots on Mars, and had no understanding of his rich cultural heritage.  As with all traditional Chinese, Leader Chou harbored the conviction that the Chinese civilization had greater value- it was simply superior- and should be promoted above all others; Benn was unlikely to feel such loyalty.

Looking Good, Mate!

Is it more important to look good, or be good?  Here’s an excerpt from Fourth World, in which Benn Marr unravels a knotted debate over the use of recombinant genes purely for cosmetic purposes:

When the crowd noise had settled, Dr. Neelin shook his head and said, “I confess, I would never have thought of applying the principle of Natural Selection.”  He sighed at the sea of vacant faces and added, “For those unfamiliar, it’s the passing down of genes which increase survivability, for the good of the species.  For a thousand years, outward appearance has replaced survivability as the driving criterion in choosing a mate, has it not?  What did you so aptly call it, Benn- “Unnatural De-selection”?  Thanks to cosmetic procedures, Mr. Marr is telling us, genes that weaken the species are just as likely to be passed along as genes that promote survival of the fittest.  It’s hardly better for the human species than, say, choosing mates by the attractiveness of their clothing!”

Richard Prum, an ornithologist and evolutionary biologist at Yale, argues that female birds choose their mates (a process called sexual selection) based on beauty- not because an attractive appearance reflects underlying health and fitness, but for the sake of beauty itself.  This is a challenge to the mainstream understanding of natural selection.  As proposed by Darwin, good genes encoding beneficial physical traits, such as speed and strength, increase survival and are therefore more likely to be passed on to the next generation.  It seems to me that selecting mates by their beauty, which does not help birds fly faster, hunt more successfully or detect predators better, may actually dilute survival of the fittest.  On the other hand, among humans, an expensive suit and large blond comb-over may attract potential First Ladies, so cosmetic appearance can be a Darwinian advantage!

As we evolve in the Information Age, survivability becomes further and further removed from what our genomes dictate.  With the aid of prostheses (eyeglasses are an early example), medical advances, internet avatars of ourselves (no, not just online dating services), and of course robots, survival is now vastly multifactorial.  And we’re just talking about surviving to childbearing age.  Our physical deficiencies have become less crucial to our chances of having offspring, whereas a nearsighted, clubfooted caveman would not have survived long enough to attend the Junior Prom.

In light of this departure from Darwin, perhaps my characters in Fourth World are too humanoid.  In 2196, people may be closer to moles on wheels:  inarticulate, nearly blind, not beautiful in any sense, hybridized with cybernetic parts, texting one another with tiny hands but massively hypertrophied thumbs.  Bizarre, maybe- but still having kids!

 

Another Day, Another Dolor

When does it stop?  I mentioned earlier that reading and blogging about these daily outrages has become quite exhausting, and now the increasing abuse of journalists is in all the news, including the NYT and NPR this morning.  Ben Jacobs, grabbed by the neck and body-slammed to the floor by Montana GOP candidate Greg Gianforte for asking him a question about the Republican health plan.  And Gianforte still won the election!  John Donnelly, pinned against a wall by security men for trying to ask FCC Commissioner Michael O’Rielly a question.  Dan Heyman, jailed for shouting a question to HHS Secretary Tom Price about pre-existing conditions under the House healthcare bill.  Never seen a reporter shout a question, in a noisy room?  Journalists harassed by Trump supporters, shoved and punched, pepper-sprayed, verbally abused and arrested for doing their jobs.  Are we to accept this as normal now?  Well, Heyman did raise his voice…

There’s the well-known Reporters Committee for Freedom of the Press, which works to protect First Amendment rights.  But, in the face of all this violence, reporters may need to be more concerned about protecting their Second Amendment rights.  That might seem self-evident when they are assigned to cover news in the heart of Trump Country, but apparently even government buildings in Washington DC can’t be considered safe zones for the press.  You can’t blame one person for the entire toxic environment, but our Chaos President has been blowing mightily on that dog whistle, for example calling the press the “enemy of the people,” and there has been a trickle-down effect.  Under Trump, the range of options that pop into the minds of erstwhile public servants when approached by a journalist has widened to include physical assault.

By the way, I was gratified to hear that, as a sort of olive branch to the press, the White House is looking for flight attendants to take special care of the Press Corps aboard Air Force One.  A long process, but why drag it out:  can’t United Airlines spare a few?

Just Win, Baby!

In my novel Fourth World, there is one world government in the year 2196, and the United States survives as an underground organization.  Benn and Lora meet the android Protem Two in a secret bunker on Russian Hill.  Protem Two, who has been the acting President for over 82 years, since the fall of the US government, is an autocratic, remorseless, coldly-calculating computer which, at times, experiences technical glitches:

“My predecessor Protem was destroyed.  8979323.  By blanket cyber-attack.  9298752491.  Launched by the Pan-World Electorate against the Quarantine Zone.  0112358132134.  The remnants of Protem’s files were emergently transferred to Protem Two. 594720386.”

“Um, how reliable do you think Protem’s records are, Maggie?” asked Benn.

“There are problems with spontaneity, random memories popping up, as you can see…”

Protem, noting Benn’s drifting attention, gave its voice a ringing, metallic edge and abruptly interrupted Benn’s ruminations.  “Benn Marr, CIA has brought you here to undergo complete analysis.  The first step in this analysis is to measure your ability to read energy signatures, and to determine its strategic implications for the resistance movement.”

Startled, Benn looked up.  How would the measurement be taken, and its strategic implications determined?  These sounded like passive procedures, but so was having one’s teeth pulled.

In today’s NY Times column The Stone, Robert Burton, a neuroscientist at UCSF, notes that conventional psychology (e.g. labeling someone a narcissist, megalomaniac, psychopath, attention-impaired, etc.) has failed to predict what our Chaos President will do when presented with new, unforeseen circumstances.  So instead, Burton suggests thinking of Trump as a rudimentary artificial intelligence-based learning machine, like Watson or IBM’s Deep Blue, whose goal is to win at all times, without regard to moral, ethical or ideological considerations.  No regrets!  Such a machine, says Burton, “isn’t saddled with any confounding principles such as what constitutes socially acceptable or unacceptable behavior or which decisions might result in negative downstream consequences.”  Relentless, single-minded self-interest; self-selected data; widely-fluctuating criteria of success; no lines of reasoning driving the AI network’s actions:  it sounds just like science fiction.  In the words of Al Davis:  “Just win, baby!”

I couldn’t help but notice the similarity between Burton’s AI learning machine Trump and my robotic President Protem.  But which one of us is right (and which option is less scary)?  Is the President a simple-minded, first-generation AI machine (a product of the past), or is he a severely virus-damaged but wily and sophisticated android (a product of the future)?  Either way, we can hope that he holds his exalted position- as denoted by the term pro tempore- only until a real President comes along.

Gimme A Vowel

My ambition, as Author, my point, I would go so far as to say my fixation, my constant fixation, was primarily to concoct an artifact as original as it was illuminating, an artifact that would, or just possibly might, act as a stimulant on notions of construction, of narration, of plotting, of action, a stimulant, in a word, on fiction-writing today.

Postscript from A Void, by Georges Perec

 

Deconstruction rules in cuisine, but sometimes in writing, too.  This morning, while lying in bed, I thought of the following; it just popped into my mind.  Georges Perec wrote his entire novel without once using the letter E (in his other book of this type, Perec dismissed the very first letter, which rhymes with Eh, like I did in this blog post).  It seems incredible, like it would be impossibly complex, but in truth it’s not difficult.  You keep your eye focused on the big theme or motif; find the guilty letter (glowing red on its Pilgrim outfit) within your prim sentences; ruthlessly remove it wherever found; then come up with synonyms for the words involved.  The process works pretty well, if you don’t mind relinquishing control over whole sets of key words- some of the most powerful concepts, too.

“He’s going nuts,” you suggest (I know, your intent is humorously innocent).  Losing sleep over these kinds of thoughts is, I suppose, one weird effect- one huge price- of being unemployed, i.e. retired from Medicine, with excess time to spend on such things.  Plus, I suspect this sort of nervous pre-sunrise exercise is brought on by the Trump News:  the numerous eye-popping events of this fortnight.  Now Trump is fleeing the country on his religious World Tour- well, good luck World, we’ll genuflect for you when he gets to Rome!

In the context of the sinking presidency, it seems I’m experiencing the urgent need to deconstruct, to expel specific offensive thoughts, even chunks of memory.  I’ve cut out the first letter, the first vowel.  Oh, if only it were possible to reverse history, to possess such fine control over life!

Sanctuary III

Meantime the “Big Ditch” is alive with teams and scrapers, and the canyon resounds with blasting.  It awes me to see how big this scheme is….  The finished section, so far hardly more than a half mile, eighty feet wide at the top, fifty at the bottom.  The twelve-foot banks slope back at the “angle of repose,” which means the angle at which dirt and pebbles stop rolling.

– Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose

At our Immigrant Sanctuary meeting last night, we heard about the 700-1,000 new arrivals per year in Alameda County, the terrifying situations they are forced to flee in their home countries, deep traumas compounded by their abysmal living conditions now, and the unshakable anxiety with which their days pass.  Either because of government restrictions or their own fear of deportation, these immigrants receive no cash aid, food, housing or education.  They do have access to medical care, but, unwilling to reveal their illegal status and risk being torn away from their families, they will avoid showing up at a public clinic until illness has progressed to a desperate stage, often beyond treatment.  The safety net for them is thin, and in many cases, nonexistent.

The ramped-up detention and deportation aimed at these people by ICE and our Chaos President is based on the perceived threat that they pose to our national security.  So ICE is cleared to blast away, and let the rocks fall where they may.  Their bosses in Washington are willing to risk the pain and suffering these immigrant families will go through:  when the dust clears and the pebbles stop rolling, they say as objectively as a canal engineer, we’ll just see what angle of repose results from all our blasting.

In a way, the President is performing the same operation in Washington DC:  the explosive developments in just the past eight days have sent dirt and debris flying in all directions.  Not a day goes by without some new, spectacular revelation, and it’s exhausting just to write about them.  Suspicious firings, false and contradictory explanations from the White House, mis-directions via the Justice Department, threats of “tapes,” attempts to obstruct justice, and on and on:  it awes me to see how big this scheme is.  What will be the angle of repose?  The news has been jaw-dropping, really.  And how ironic is it that those poor immigrants are seen to pose some sort of threat to national security, when, the day after firing the FBI director who is investigating his campaign’s links to Russia, the Chaos President is spilling national secrets to known Russian spies right in the Oval Office?

Excuse me, I dropped my jaw in the other room- be back soon.