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Frederik Pohl, a legend of science fiction, turns 90 today. Here's what I wrote on his blog:

Happy ninetieth birthday, Fred. It couldn’t happen to a nicer guy. Thanks for all the books and stories; thanks for your part in building the now-sprawling edifice we call science fiction.

Keep telling stories!

Fred Pohl
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NPR's Morning Edition this morning featured a story about growing meat without growing animals. Not only did they refer to Alexis Carrel, but they interviewed Frederik Pohl about The Space Merchants/Gravy Planet.
Though the idea of growing animal parts in a lab rather than on a farm has been around for a century, it has never seemed like a good time to talk about man-made meat. But the concept has had some famous proponents, including Winston Churchill in his 1932 essay "Fifty Years Hence": "We shall escape the absurdity of growing a whole chicken in order to eat the breast or wing, by growing these parts separately under a suitable medium."

Churchill was likely inspired by the work of Alexis Carrel, who at the time of Churchill's comment had been keeping alive a cultured piece of chicken heart tissue for 20 years. The Nobel Prize-winning scientist kept his experiment small, but it fed many an imagination, including that of author Frederik Pohl.

Pohl wrote the 1952 sci-fi novel The Space Merchants, in which tissue-cultured meat gets a starring if inglorious role — it's the starter ingredient for an ever-growing lumpen food source known affectionately as Chicken Little.

But Pohl, now almost 90, suspected the novel he wrote with Cyril M. Kornbluth wouldn't stay science fiction for long.

"Actually, when Cyril and I wrote the book, I thought we would see much of it actually happening," he says.

Extra bonus points for quoting Winston Churchill!

(By the way, today is the 81st anniversary of the transatlantic flight of Carrel's pal Charles Lindbergh.)
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Okay, in my time zone, it's 16 December at last. Sir Arthur C. Clarke turns 90 today.

I'm sure my Uncle Benny won't mind sharing some of his cake:

Cake 90

I discovered Islands in the Sky when I was about nine, and from then on, I read everything I could find with "Arthur C. Clarke" on the spine. With him I explored spaceflight, the ocean, Ceylon, electronic communication, and-- best of all-- The Future.

And I really, really loved his science fiction.

He was active in science fiction fandom back when they were still inventing it. Ditto for space activism.

He shaped my ideas about science and engineering and what part they play in our civilization. He made becoming a scientist sound like so much fun. The lure was irresistible.

He once wrote:

Herewith the very rich hours of a twenty-first century person's day:

Skimming five hundred channel program listings, two hours; viewing television programs selected, four hours; catching up on recorded programs, six hours; exploring the hyperweb, six hours; and adventuring in artificial reality, four hours...

The observant reader will have noted that this schedule leaves only two hours for the rest of the day's activities. Much of that time will be spent plugged into the most urgently required invention of the near future-- the sleep compressor. (They're still working on the sleep eliminator.)


Sir Arthur has recorded a video essay reflecting on his 90 orbits, and has made it available on a global communication network. How Clarkeian.

Thank you, Sir Arthur, for opening doors for me, and for all the worlds you've given all of us. Happy birthday.

(If you want to send your own birthday greetings, the Sri Lanka Astronomical Association is collecting them.)
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The other day we attended a birthday party for my Uncle Benny. He just turned ninety.
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Benny the Bairn, Stevenston, Ayrshire, Scotland, 1918.


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Benny 89 years later, with second-youngest great-granddaughter.


He's my father's older brother, hence Chief of the Clan (unfortunately, thanks to one young granddaughter unclear on the concept, this title is more usually rendered as "Chief Clam.")

Uncle Benny is vigorous. He had no trouble blowing out the candles (nine of them, one per decade).

A very impressive number of relatives was assembled in Naperville: cousins and cousins-of-cousins, many of whom I hadn't seen in decades, plus spouses and children I met for the first time. I got to hear lots of stories about Rochester and New York City and the Auld Country. It was a truly grand occasion.
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I've recently seen, for the first time, photos of my grandpa Willy as a young man. I only knew him in his white-haired years. In these younger photos, it's striking how much he resembles my dad. And my brother John. And my late cousin Mike. And my cousin Bill. And me.

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