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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 10/22/99 -- Vol. 18, No. 17

       Chair/Librarian: Mark Leeper, 732-817-5619, mleeper@lucent.com
       Factotum: Evelyn Leeper, 732-332-6218, eleeper@lucent.com
       Distinguished Heinlein Apologist: Rob Mitchell, robmitchell@lucent.com
       HO Chair Emeritus: John Jetzt, jetzt@lucent.com
       HO Librarian Emeritus: Nick Sauer, njs@lucent.com
       Back issues at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/4824
       All material copyright by author unless otherwise noted.

       The Science Fiction Association of Bergen County meets on the
       second Saturday of every month in Upper Saddle River; call
       201-447-3652 for details.  The Denver Area Science Fiction
       Association meets 7:30 PM on the third Saturday of every month at
       Southwest State Bank, 1380 S. Federal Blvd.

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       1.  My training is as a mathematician and  I  think  quantitatively
       when I can.  I tend to do little seat of the pants calculations.  I
       come into a restaurant and look around and say once we sit down  it
       will take something like 40 minutes before our food comes.  I don't
       get it spot on typically, of course.  But usually I am not very far
       off.   How  does  one judge something like that?  Well, I will have
       made an estimate of the average length of time to eat a meal.   Now
       I  will assume that I did not come in just after opening or at some
       other special time.  So then I look around the  room  and  estimate
       the  proportion  of tables where people are eating.  Say I see nine
       tables and at six of them people are  talking,  at  three  of  them
       people  are eating.  One third of the tables are in the stage where
       they have been served.  So if one third are in that last 20 minutes
       you  can expect the average visit to be 60 minutes and that it will
       take about 40 minutes to be served.  And what we tend to get is  in
       the range of 35 to 45 minutes.  Not too bad.

       So I was rather surprised to see someone else become well known for
       making  much the same sort of calculation.  J. Richard Gott III has
       written a now famous paper in the December 6, 1997  New  Scientist.
       His  ideas  were  reprinted  in The New Yorker just recently.  Gott
       looks at the longevity  of  institutions.   Suppose  your  favorite
       restaurant  is  three years old.  How much longer can you expect it
       to be around?  You have a 25% probability that it is in  any  given
       quarter  of  its  life.   You  have  a 50% chance that it is in the
       second or third quarter of its life.  What does it mean  to  be  in
       the  second  or  third quarter?  Well assume that you really are in
       the second or third quarter.  The shortest the institution can last
       is  if  you are at the end of the third quarter of its life.  Since
       it has lasted three years each quarter must be a year.  You  expect
       the restaurant to last at least another year.

       The longest it can last is if we are at the beginning of the second
       quarter.  Each quarter is then three years and the total life is 12
       years.  Hence if the restaurant has lasted 3 years already  we  can
       say  with  a  50%  probability  that  it will last from 1 to 9 more
       years.

       However 50%  confidence  is  not  so  high.   Let  us  require  95%
       probability for the prediction.  Well the higher the reliability of
       the prediction, the less useful it will be, unfortunately.  We  can
       say  with  95% probability that we are neither in the first or last
       40th of life of the restaurant.  We can expect than that the  three
       years  is  somewhere  between  the  end  of  the first 40th and the
       beginning of the last.  The remaining life  of  the  restaurant  is
       between  1/39th  of  its  current age and 39 times the current age.
       That means you can be darn sure that the restaurant will last  more
       than  four  more weeks but less than 117 more years.  That does not
       seem like a very surprising prediction, but that  is  the  sort  of
       thing  you  get  if  you  insist  on  the  prediction  having a 95%
       probability of bring true.

       I will not say that all this is unassailable logic.  There are  all
       kinds  of  extenuating circumstances that can throw a monkey wrench
       into the proceedings.  My grandmother in California  is  103  years
       old.  This would say that the odds are 50% that she will die in the
       interval from age 137 to 412.  Well, at the rate she  is  going  it
       would  not greatly surprise me that she makes it to 137, but she is
       starting to slow down and the smart money says she ain't gonna make
       it  past  150.  In fact I strongly suspect the odds are really good
       that she and the year 2035 shall remain forever strangers.  But now
       if  we were estimating the life expectancy of a bank the odds might
       be somewhat different.  It is not so unusual that a bank  last  137
       years.   And  in fact if a bank were around for the last 103 years,
       the odds are much better that the bank might make it  to  the  ripe
       old age of 137 than that my grandmother will.  Banks do not get old
       the way people do.  They may in their own  way,  but  there  is  no
       physical reason why a bank might not live to be 400 years old.

       Let's try the calculation on the United States.  The odds are about
       50%  that  the  US will still be alive and kicking in the year 2073
       but will die between then and the year 2668.  Well, we  would  more
       or  less  expect  the  world to be unrecognizable by the year 2668.
       There, in fact, is one of the fallacies in  this  calculation.   It
       assumes fairly uniform conditions along the interval of time.  Most
       people expect the future to be very  different  from  the  past  as
       social  and  technological  change really all the ground rules.  I,
       frankly, would be surprised to find out the  concept  of  "country"
       still  exists  in the year 2668.  Come to that I would be surprised
       to make any observations at all in the year 2668.  Gott applies his
       approach  to  estimating  the  longevity of plays on Broadway.  For
       something like that the time interval is pretty much uniform.   You
       might try applying the formula to things like how long your project
       at work will last.  Again the probability says that  you  have  50%
       odds that the institution's life will go to a point between 4/3 its
       current age and 4 times its current age.  If you want to go to  95%
       probability  the interval is 40/39 its current age and 40 times its
       current age.  [-mrl]

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       2. FIGHT CLUB (a film review by Mark R. Leeper):

                 Capsule: People may be discussing for years the
                 meaning  of this strange absurdist black comedy
                 set in a near future.  The unnamed narrator  is
                 a  man  who  habitually crashes medical support
                 encounter groups feigning diseases that he does
                 not  have.   He meets two enigmatic characters,
                 one a woman who also fakes  disease  to  go  to
                 encounter  group  meetings, the other a strange
                 anarchistic  genius.   With  the   latter   the
                 narrator  founds a sort of fraternity where men
                 can come and connect with each other  by  fist-
                 fighting.   A  dark  film both figuratively and
                 literally, FIGHT CLUB  is  a  real  go-for-the-
                 throat  satire tracking the rising tide of rage
                 in America.  Eventually it starts to run out of
                 steam if not anger, and perhaps could have been
                 trimmed  from  its  139-minute  running   time.
                 Rating: 7 (0 to 10), +2 (-4 to +4).

       On the heels of  AMERICAN  BEAUTY,  one  dark  satire  of  American
       suburban  life,  comes  a far grimmer satire of lower class society
       and anger.  Chuck Palahniuk's  premier  novel  is  brought  to  the
       screen  as  a  howl  of rage by David Fincher, director of ALIEN 3,
       SE7EN, THE GAME, and the upcoming RENDEZVOUS WITH RAMA.  FIGHT CLUB
       is  about  a  subculture of men who have turned their backs on soft
       supportive  philosophies  and  meaningless  consumerism  and   have
       replaced it with hard knuckles and covert terrorism.

       As the film opens, the narrator of the  film  (Edward  Norton)  has
       someone unseen holding a gun in his mouth.  He begins to think back
       over the previous six months to how  he  came  to  this  pass.   In
       flashback  he  has  been a man suffering from insomnia, living in a
       constant netherworld between awake and asleep.  He complains of the
       malady  to  his doctor.  His doctor belittles him and suggests that
       if he wants to see what real pain is he should visit  a  testicular
       cancer support group.  Under an assumed name, the narrator pretends
       to be a fellow sufferer and soon finds he really  enjoys  going  to
       and  giving support to the patients.  He begins going every night a
       week to a different disease encounter group.  Then he notices Marla
       Singer  (Helena  Bonham  Carter) who shares this voyeuristic hobby.
       They begin to barter which support groups each  may  cover.   In  a
       different  setting,  he  meets  Tyler  Durden  (Brad  Pitt)  a soap
       salesman and  film  projectionist  who  is  fighting  his  own  war
       guerilla against society.

       When a mysterious explosion destroys the narrator's  apartment,  he
       arranges  an  invitation to stay with Durden who asks for one thing
       in return.  He wants to fight the narrator.  The narrator surprises
       himself  by enjoying the experience.  This becomes a frequent habit
       replacing encounter groups.  As other men come  to  watch  the  two
       fight,  they want to fight also, forming a common bond.  Durden and
       the main character found a secret society that stages fist  fights.
       Eschewing  the old life of soft self-sacrificing support of others,
       membership in the macho fighting society starts changing all of the
       narrator's  perspectives.   All that is real is the world where men
       fight emasculation and prove their strength by the friendly beating
       of  each  other.   They  then wear their injuries as proof they are
       manly.  Eventually this underground counterculture will add to  its
       agenda the sowing of chaos and anarchy.

       Jim Uhls's script  is  frequently  bitterly  funny,  but  fails  to
       connect  the  various themes together.  The catalog-buying consumer
       culture seems so little to touch the lifestyle of Tyler Durden that
       his  rage  against  it seems unmotivated and almost could have been
       added by the writers as an afterthought.  Even if Durden is to  use
       it as a symbol of what he is fighting the film needs to tell us why
       that symbol of superficiality rather  than,  say,  architecture  or
       vacation  homes.  The text chillingly examines the bestial impulses
       in man and suggests that we are a long way from breeding  them  out
       of  the  species.   The  main  character  is  saddled with opposite
       impulses "to comfort the afflicted and to afflict the comfortable."
       In  theme and even somewhat in plot this film could be compared to,
       of all things, THE STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR.  HYDE.

       Jeff Cronenweth's photography features an agile and dizzying camera
       flying  the viewer around and through holes where Orson Wells would
       fear to go.  Virtually every scene in  the  movie  is  underlit  to
       reflect the theme and create a repressive tone.

       This film seems a not entirely  directed  howl  of  anger.   It  is
       technically  flawed,  but  coming  in  the wake of rage crimes like
       Littleton it could not be more timely.  I rate it a 7 on the  0  to
       10 scale and a +2 on the -4 to +4 scale.  [-mrl]