Childhood Impressions

It is rare that an illustration for a technology article arrests my attention through its art, but this one sure did.

Already a nerd at age ten

Not only is it a great sketch, but that kid looks a lot like I did in fifth grade. At that age 35 years ago I had to content myself with a pad of paper, not a technological marvel like the iPad. I was using my fingers to bang out class “newspapers” with ditto masters on a manual typewriter, not exploring space or examining elements or using other fantastic tools. What will kids be using 35 years from today?

When I was ten years old I loved Star Trek and The Six Million Dollar Man, fascinated by the technology and heavily influenced by their technological optimism as well as the moral messages communicated in one episode after another. Both shows stressed morality, honor, and problem solving in a science fiction setting that viewed technological progress with great optimism and celebration. Yet both also showed humans struggling to adapt to technological change and repeatedly warned of the dangers of technology unbound by human moral codes.

The Six Million Dollar Man was about an astronaut who crashes a test plane and his legs, an arm, and an eye are replaced by electromechanical implants. For years I could only find the fantastic credits sequence for The Six Million Dollar Man online, and could only get a few bootleg episodes on VHS tape via eBay. But last year TimeLife finally cleared the rights and released a massive box set. I pre-ordered it and am halfway through the second season. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed rewatching episodes burned into my childhood memory like Day of the Robot and will no doubt celebrate once again viewing the wonderful John Houseman as Dr. Franklin with his Fembots. These were like cotton candy for a smaller-than-average kid with an active imagination, agile mind, and no athletic prowess.

But from the start the show made it clear that Steve Austin struggled with his sense of identity and self-worth as a cyborg. In the pilot movie he attempted suicide after learning of his catastrophic injuries, and I remember my own sense of shock when he rescues a boy trapped in a car, injures his arm, and the boy’s mother treats him like a monster when she sees electronics poking out of a damaged portion of Austin’s arm. “What are you?” she screams, a question that will always haunt our hero.

Second star to the right...

There were several morally instructive episodes which made a lasting impression on me. Straight On ‘Til Morning, written by Star Trek’s D.C. Fontana, showed humans justifiably frightened by aliens whose inherent radioactivity is quite deadly. A sheriff is trying to protect citizens from what appear to be hostile killers, and Steve and Oscar have to oppose him and even sabotage a costly space mission in order to save the last of the peaceful aliens and sneak her home.

Steve: Was your ship launched from a planet or a larger spaceship?
Minonee: A large spaceship.
Steve: Where?
Minonee: Out there, near Pluto’s orbit. (points to the sky with two fingers)
Steve: (quoting J.M. Barrie) Second star to the right, straight on ’til morning.

The Coward

The Coward was a powerful and emotional episode in which Steve visits the recently discovered wreckage of his father’s plane in the Himalayas to try and show whether or not his father bailed out, abandoning the other crew members. George Montgomery and Lee Majors play against each other wonderfully, and there is a nice plot twist at the conclusion. One cannot help but empathize with Steve as he struggles with the possibility that he has discovered his long-lost father. If he’s right, this man abandoned him as a baby just as he abandoned his fellow servicemen. It taught me that people can make poor decisions yet learn from them and their later actions can be truly redemptive.

The 1970s were when public schools were mandated to serve children with special needs. That era of progress in how we treat the disabled was reflected in Stranger in Broken Fork, when Steve helps protect a convalescent home for mental patients from frightened locals. I’m reminded of recent controversies in Tulsa and the many misconceptions the public holds about everything from serial killers to sex offenders.

Jody: Mister, are you crazy too?
Steve: Well, that’s a mighty big word for such a little girl.
Jody: Mama says everybody here is.
Steve: Well, I bet if your mom tried real hard, she could find another word to use.

It is touching and quite realistic that it is that little girl who takes the first step in finding common ground.

Steve: I think you know by now that the people who have been living in this house don’t want anything from anybody, except friendship. Will one person in this town take a chance and be a friend?

For young people are often more accepting, both out of love and naivety. I was struck this week by an article in Time highlighting findings in an immense Pew Research Center study about generational differences in America, something I delve into in a later post.

I hardly watch any television any more, so I don’t know how much of this sort of uplifting and morally instructive entertainment is watched by the children of today. My impression is that shows like these are few and far between in our cynical age. Can such tales thrive in this era? What is that kid watching on his iPad?

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Autumn Colors at Elk City Lake

Autumn at Elk City Lake (click image for slideshow)

I hiked the Table Mound Trail at Elk City Lake near Independence, KS in  December 2009 and May 2010 but had not seen it with autumn colors. So I took advantage of a warm fall afternoon and hiked six miles there on November 6, 2011 and feasted my eyes on the leaves, lake, and a lovely sunset.

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An Afternoon at Okmulgee Lake

Okmulgee Lake (click image for slideshow)

I was awakened by a small earthquake early this morning, with it rattling the chest of drawers beside my bed. I did not feel anything more until I was writing this post late that night, with an aftershock making my computer desk wiggle about. But those weren’t the highlights of my day.

It was another autumn weekend, so another day hike was in store for me. But first came lunch in Broken Arrow with old friends. After we parted I drove an hour south from there on US 75 to the Oak Leaf Trail at Okmulgee Lake, built by the city in 1926 for a water supply. Okmulgee has been the capital of the Muscogee (Creek) Indian Nation since the Civil War after the tribe was forced from its homelands east of the Mississippi River. My drive home through downtown Okmulgee showed it was once a thriving city, but is suffering greatly with a high poverty rate and many closed buildings. I see that its population dwindled five percent in the past decade.

But the lake is nice and while my entire trek today only amounted to 3.5 miles, the trail had some nice big steps here and there carved and placed by CCC boys. I parked at the trailhead and descended a long curving flight of steps to the lake shore. It hardly seemed like a real hike since I did not carry my pack nor poles and was wearing tennis shoes. But the trail did not disappoint, winding through huge boulders amidst fall colors alongside the lake shore. I found a side trail which led up the slope and across the road, taking me through the woods to a glimpse of the lake from higher up.

The trail descended and I followed a road over to the Blackjack Area, crossing a stream and then finding another trail segment leading up to the top of a long bluff. I clambered down for a self-portrait against the rocks and could see the scenic overlook ahead. The view was good and I took a couple of semi-neglected high trails over to the Red Oak Area, climbing up to a shelter where a fat squirrel kept an eye on me as I admired the setting with its colorful trees.

Returning on the main trail I found steps and a steep trail leading up to the overlook, where a father and his children were exploring. I reached the overhang and spotted him stepping over to the edge above me, scanning about. He told the children he heard an animal rustling about below, but could not see it. Well, I was that animal and decided to stay out of sight. They moved on and I clambered on up. Soon I found a companion trail leading back down to the main trail and backtracked under a gloomy sky toward the trailhead with trees bending overhead.

I drove over to the adjacent Dripping Springs Lake, but it was not at all photogenic and I returned to the first lake, spying some fishermen out on the water. Back at the overlook I awaited the sunset, but then a teenage couple pulled up and, while they were polite and stayed at a distance, I knew they needed that sunset spot more than I did. So I abandoned my post and noticed that as soon as I was dropping out of sight along the trail they made a beeline for the overlook. I’m sure they were grateful that old guy in the hat was leaving them to their business.

Down by the shore I caught a tree enjoying the golden hour and the shore was bathed in the light. As I walked about looking for a view, I started a huge blue heron but of course didn’t have the camera ready. As the sun set over the lake, the fishermen hove into view and then buzzed away as the sun sank from sight.

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My Dead Heroes Brought Back to Life

I am so grateful to Reid Gower. He’s in his mid-20s up in Victoria, Canada and he is busily bringing two of my dead heroes back to life. Reid is creating a fantastic series of short videos using the words of Carl Sagan and Richard Feynman. They are available on YouTube (always watch them in high-def!) and there is a Facebook group for The Sagan Series.

Combining superb high-definition video clips, music, and the powerful messages Carl and Richard left behind, Reid allows them to reach out to new generations in promoting our future in space, a more erudite understanding of our universe and our place in it, and of the urgency of dealing honestly with the environmental challenges we face. In an era where far too many Americans are woefully and intentionally ignorant of scientific truths, happily misled by mendacious politicians and narrow-minded preachers, he is doing a tremendous public service.

Curiosity fabulously illustrates Richard Feynman’s words as he explains his enthusiasm for how the simplicity of physics leads towards the tremendous complexity of life.

And I’ve previously posted a couple of the Sagan Series clips on my blog, so here’s the latest. The Gift of Apollo helps answer the valid question I get from the students of today: “What did we get out of going to the moon?”

Some of these videos are so beautiful in their presentation and so powerful in their message that I get misty-eyed watching them. And that is a great excuse to watch them again!

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A Musical Specter on All Saints Day

Today my favorite active musical group, Pink Martini, released two albums. One is literally a retrospective album with some of their best songs and a few oddities, while the other, 1969, is performed with the Japanese singer Saori Yuki filling in for the usual lead singer, China Forbes, who is recovering from throat surgery. I bought all of the new songs on iTunes and started playing them.

There are some truly beautiful songs on offer, such as Du Soleil Plein Les Yeux (Eyes Full of Sun).

But near the end of the album I found myself haunted by Wasuretainoni. Its beautiful melody was so familiar yet I could not place it. It must have been a big hit around 1969 for somebody…

I was being haunted by a specter…make that Spector. The very troubled Phil Spector produced some truly great and truly awful music. He invented the “Wall of Sound” with dense multitracking and echo which propelled many hits a half century ago, and I like some of the songs produced in this manner. But much of his oeuvre sounds dated and predictable to me, and I hate his take on the Beatles’ Let It Be album with the choirs and strings smothering the tunes, preferring the version McCartney released over three decades later, Let It Be… Naked, which finally stripped away much of Spector’s overlays.

But Spector was in top form when he produced two big hits for the Righteous Brothers, Unchained Melody and You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’.  And I even like some Spector oddities, such as his bizarre version of Zip-A-Dee Doo-Dah. For some reason I actually like the controversial album Death of a Ladies’ Man he created with the wonderfully morose poet and songwriter Leonard Cohen. The Wall of Sound is quite evident in Memories and, while it doesn’t at all fit Cohen’s style, the weird result is fascinating.

A little web research reminded me that the song haunting me via Wasuretainoni was I Love How You Love Me, a top ten hit for Bobby Vinton back in 1968. But the song was originally a hit for the Paris Sisters in 1961 on a record produced by, you guessed it, Phil Spector. In that 1961 hit his use of strings was beautiful, not overwhelming.

Old simple songs like this are monuments to the Brill Building era. And as I scoured the web for versions of the song I came across my favorite version of the song, a failed single recorded 13 years after the original, by Priscilla Paris without her sisters. She’d grown up and both her and the song had improved with age. What a shame this beautiful version isn’t for sale at Amazon or iTunes.

I love how your eyes close whenever you kiss me
And when I’m away from you I love how you miss me
I love the way you always treat me tenderly
But, darling, most of all I love how you love me
(Love how you love me)

I love how your heart beats whenever I hold you
I love how you think of me without being told to
I love the way your touch is always heavenly
But, darling, most of all I love how you love me
(Love how you love me)

[Spoken:]
(I love how your eyes close whenever you kiss me)
(And when I’m away from you I love how you miss me)
I love the way your touch is always heavenly
But, darling, most of all I love how you love me
(Love how you love me)

I love how you hug me (love how you hug me)
I love how you squeeze me, tease me, please me
Love how you love me
I love how you love me

I love how you want me
Ooo, never stop loving me
Oh, no, I love how you love me
I love how you want me
Ooo, I love you, I want you
I love how you love me

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