I finally made the plunge and began writing fiction as a regular activity (though not yet to the degree that I want to). I started slow and made a goal of writing at least one short story or one chapter-length part of a larger story each weekend. Starting two weeks ago, I’ve kept up with this goal, successfully writing two short stories (titled Capper and Two Homes). I’ve revised the former to a great degree while keeping the original version on file. The latter has some flaws that I need to resolve as well. But I did it! Are these two stories worthy of being published and paid for? Probably not in their current state, but with a little tender loving refinement I may, at some time in the future, send them off to a publisher to see what happens. In the meantime, I have some more fiction to concoct this weekend.
Writing a story is a completely different process from putting down my opinions on a blog. When blogging, all I need to do is dip into my memory and beliefs (or some external source like a newspaper or TV), drawing up enough material to “splash” on a page. With fiction, I’m still drawing on resources, both internal and external, but I also have to create a different world, populated by make-believe people, that the reader can imagine as being real. The story needs to reveal a progression of events with a consistency and continuity that makes it seem believable. I also must decide to what degree I will use descriptive language for the story’s settings and characters.
Writing fiction requires me (at this stage, at least) to get myself more into a setting where I can focus more completely on the task at hand and not suffer distractions. Also, a part of me seems to be telling myself that it’s somehow “not good” to be engaging in fantasies and thinking up make-believe stories. While this “Walter Mitty” tendency of mine to daydream has done me disservice through much of my life, though, writing stories is one place that I should welcome it!
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Losing Time
Many years ago, when I used to work the graveyard shift, I would often listen to Art Bell’s nationwide Coast-to-Coast late night talk radio show. Usually straying from the political blather that plagues the talk radio scene, Bell instead concentrated on creating the picture of a world full of paranormal phenomena and unexplained mysteries. One of the recurring subjects was that of alien abductions. And one of the recurring features of that subject was the loss of time on the part of the "abducted".
Somebody would typically be hiking out in some God-forsaken part of some remote woods (in the night, of course) when they would awaken to find themselves either there or someplace else, a few hours to a few days later. With no recollection about their “lost time”. Others would commonly just go to bed at night and wake up much later, experiencing sporadic "flashbacks" of a traumatic experience involving aliens.
The idea that we can have blackouts in our memories that may hold sinister secrets has a certain appeal for those inclined to the mysterious. But in the real world (I don’t subscribe to the idea of alien abductions) people “lose time” often, without actually losing consciousness or memory. Only it isn’t some outside party like “grey” aliens with big eyes kidnapping them to a spaceship for biological experimentation. No, it’s people themselves who allow time to slip away from them. And I’m one of the biggest offenders! So, what am I going to do about this?
I’ve looked over my daily life a little and noticed a few things:
--I tend to stay up too late at night, when I am both physically and mental tired to really accomplish anything worthwhile. And then get up too late the next morning to accomplish the things I want to do before having to go to work in the afternoon.
--I have found myself sitting in front of my TV surfing channels when I already know that there isn’t anything good to watch.
--While cleaning up an area such as my garage, I often run across items that distract me from my task.
--Although going back and forth to the kitchen to get snacks to eat is often placed in the “dieting” category, it is also an example of losing time as well.
--Sometimes I will let myself get too distracted with puzzle-solving (like kakuro) instead of tackling less-pleasant-but-necessary tasks.
So there are a few examples (off the top of my head) of me letting time slip away. Why, this very morning I got up way too late, which is what brought this subject up for me to write about. I have too many things going on in my life and in that of my family for me to be careless about how I use my time. I’ve written about this problem of mine a while back on this blog, but it seems to be pretty deeply entrenched in the area of “bad habits”.
I believe that the key to minimizing my own time loss is not to make some fuzzy, general resolution to “try harder”, but rather to look at each specific example and create alternative choices for my behaviors. So that’s a personal project for me whose “time” has come!
Somebody would typically be hiking out in some God-forsaken part of some remote woods (in the night, of course) when they would awaken to find themselves either there or someplace else, a few hours to a few days later. With no recollection about their “lost time”. Others would commonly just go to bed at night and wake up much later, experiencing sporadic "flashbacks" of a traumatic experience involving aliens.
The idea that we can have blackouts in our memories that may hold sinister secrets has a certain appeal for those inclined to the mysterious. But in the real world (I don’t subscribe to the idea of alien abductions) people “lose time” often, without actually losing consciousness or memory. Only it isn’t some outside party like “grey” aliens with big eyes kidnapping them to a spaceship for biological experimentation. No, it’s people themselves who allow time to slip away from them. And I’m one of the biggest offenders! So, what am I going to do about this?
I’ve looked over my daily life a little and noticed a few things:
--I tend to stay up too late at night, when I am both physically and mental tired to really accomplish anything worthwhile. And then get up too late the next morning to accomplish the things I want to do before having to go to work in the afternoon.
--I have found myself sitting in front of my TV surfing channels when I already know that there isn’t anything good to watch.
--While cleaning up an area such as my garage, I often run across items that distract me from my task.
--Although going back and forth to the kitchen to get snacks to eat is often placed in the “dieting” category, it is also an example of losing time as well.
--Sometimes I will let myself get too distracted with puzzle-solving (like kakuro) instead of tackling less-pleasant-but-necessary tasks.
So there are a few examples (off the top of my head) of me letting time slip away. Why, this very morning I got up way too late, which is what brought this subject up for me to write about. I have too many things going on in my life and in that of my family for me to be careless about how I use my time. I’ve written about this problem of mine a while back on this blog, but it seems to be pretty deeply entrenched in the area of “bad habits”.
I believe that the key to minimizing my own time loss is not to make some fuzzy, general resolution to “try harder”, but rather to look at each specific example and create alternative choices for my behaviors. So that’s a personal project for me whose “time” has come!
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Apocalypto
Recently I had the opportunity to watch Mel Gibson’s 2006 movie (as director) Apocalypto, uncut and uninterrupted. I had seen earlier promotion trailers for this film when it first came out in the theaters. Those short clips did little, though, to prepare me for the intense spectacle that awaited me with the full-length movie.
Apparently set in late 15th/early 16th century southern Mexico/northern Central America (Apocalypto’s ending fixes this time and place), a Mayan people still live on from generation to generation, long after their advanced civilization came to an abrupt and mysterious end centuries before. The movie’s protagonist, a young man named Jaguar Paw, lives with his wife and son in a close-knit jungle village. One day Jaguar Paw, his father, and some other men are out in the jungle when they run across a group of ragged refugees, fleeing some type of calamity that is pursuing them. Shaken by this experience, Jaguar Paw’s father admonishes him to not live his life by fear. But that night, the marauders responsible for those refugees’ plight invade the village, killing many and taking Jaguar Paw, his closest friends, and others into captivity and forcing them on an agonizing march to the ancient capital city. It is here that I stop with the movie’s narrative, just in case someone chooses to watch it for the first time. Needless to say, though, this dismal situation is just the beginning of Jaguar Paw’s ordeals and adventures.
Apocalypto is very graphic in its depiction of violence and brutality. I think that Gibson did this deliberately to make a legitimate point. Often nowadays there is a widely accepted historical narrative that the indigenous Americans were a peace-loving, civilized people who were more advanced in many ways than their contemporary European counterparts across the Atlantic. The narrative goes on to claim that, when European explorers and settlers encountered these native populations, they went about deliberately exterminating their cultures and subjugating them. And, of course, the diseases that the Europeans carried, especially smallpox, wiped out the great majority of the indigenous population in the “New” World.
Apocalypto makes no claims denying the European culpability within this narrative (and neither do I). Rather, it puts forth, through its engrossing story, the conjecture that, rather than framing things as “good natives vs. bad Europeans”, the circumstances are most accurately described as “humans with technology and civilized “trappings” vs. humans without technology and civilized “trappings”. For those who conquered and subjugated Jaguar Paw’s people were not Europeans but rather fellow Mayans who regarded themselves as more civilized. It is the universality of human behavior, in terms of both individual and group behavior, that Apocalypto proclaims. And it gives the viewer pause to reflect on whether our contemporary society, with its "shock and awe" and Daisy Cutters, is really more civilized and compassionate than the brutal aggressors in Gibson’s film.
Besides the allegorical messages from this movie, I was thoroughly taken by the detail given to language and setting. The acting was phenomenal as well, with me becoming emotionally connected to Jaguar Paw and his plight (as well as that of his family). Apocalypto was a great (albeit gruesome) balance of adventure story, compelling characters, and social message. I recommend that you watch it (unless you are a minor or prone to nightmares).
Apparently set in late 15th/early 16th century southern Mexico/northern Central America (Apocalypto’s ending fixes this time and place), a Mayan people still live on from generation to generation, long after their advanced civilization came to an abrupt and mysterious end centuries before. The movie’s protagonist, a young man named Jaguar Paw, lives with his wife and son in a close-knit jungle village. One day Jaguar Paw, his father, and some other men are out in the jungle when they run across a group of ragged refugees, fleeing some type of calamity that is pursuing them. Shaken by this experience, Jaguar Paw’s father admonishes him to not live his life by fear. But that night, the marauders responsible for those refugees’ plight invade the village, killing many and taking Jaguar Paw, his closest friends, and others into captivity and forcing them on an agonizing march to the ancient capital city. It is here that I stop with the movie’s narrative, just in case someone chooses to watch it for the first time. Needless to say, though, this dismal situation is just the beginning of Jaguar Paw’s ordeals and adventures.
Apocalypto is very graphic in its depiction of violence and brutality. I think that Gibson did this deliberately to make a legitimate point. Often nowadays there is a widely accepted historical narrative that the indigenous Americans were a peace-loving, civilized people who were more advanced in many ways than their contemporary European counterparts across the Atlantic. The narrative goes on to claim that, when European explorers and settlers encountered these native populations, they went about deliberately exterminating their cultures and subjugating them. And, of course, the diseases that the Europeans carried, especially smallpox, wiped out the great majority of the indigenous population in the “New” World.
Apocalypto makes no claims denying the European culpability within this narrative (and neither do I). Rather, it puts forth, through its engrossing story, the conjecture that, rather than framing things as “good natives vs. bad Europeans”, the circumstances are most accurately described as “humans with technology and civilized “trappings” vs. humans without technology and civilized “trappings”. For those who conquered and subjugated Jaguar Paw’s people were not Europeans but rather fellow Mayans who regarded themselves as more civilized. It is the universality of human behavior, in terms of both individual and group behavior, that Apocalypto proclaims. And it gives the viewer pause to reflect on whether our contemporary society, with its "shock and awe" and Daisy Cutters, is really more civilized and compassionate than the brutal aggressors in Gibson’s film.
Besides the allegorical messages from this movie, I was thoroughly taken by the detail given to language and setting. The acting was phenomenal as well, with me becoming emotionally connected to Jaguar Paw and his plight (as well as that of his family). Apocalypto was a great (albeit gruesome) balance of adventure story, compelling characters, and social message. I recommend that you watch it (unless you are a minor or prone to nightmares).
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Go Figure
Late in 1964, the Beatles released their single I Feel Fine after the band, according to John Lennon, spent much creative energy and hard work crafting this soon-to-be big hit of theirs. For the B-side of the single, Paul McCartney threw together a very simple, spur-of-the-moment song titled She’s a Woman, and the Beatles recorded it in a rush with very little fanfare (because it was on the B-side, after all). But when the record came out, radio stations across the country discovered that many fans liked She’s a Woman more than the polished I Feel Fine (including me). So She’s a Woman ended up getting co-billing with I Feel Fine in the charts, even though relatively little effort had been put into it.
Although I’m nowhere near the artistic level of the Beatles, I think I’m beginning to understand how John Lennon felt when, in a later interview, he expressed a little consternation at how the two songs were publicly received. I just recently published two blog articles on successive days. The first, titled Time to Pretend, was on a topic that I felt deeply about. I put a great deal of thought (and emotion) into this personally-relevant piece. The next day, I happened to be headed over to my local Publix grocery to pick up some items when I thought, hey, I’ve got my sturdy little portable AlphaSmart word processor with me, why don’t I just stop over first at the Starbucks a few stores down and “set a spell”? So I bought a coffee and sat down, with no preconceived notion as to what I would write. I was thinking about what an interesting, inclusive program Chris Matthew’s show Hardball was on MSNBC, and how “exclusive” Keith Olbermann’s show Countdown was (regarding the selection of guests), to its detriment. So I whipped up a few words, threw them together, and put it all out on my blog for the next day. I got no discernible reaction for the important (to me) Time to Pretend article, but for the Olbermann article there was an comparatively enormous reaction. The reason? An anti-Olbermann website had picked up my article over the Net and placed a link on their site to it. That was O.K. by me, but still it gripes me a little that what I cared the least about was what the “public” seemed to care about the most. I suppose, though, that if I am really serious about publishing my writings, be they fiction or non-fiction, I should come to expect this sort of frustrating type of reaction from readers. I’ll bet it happens to Stephen King all the time. Go figure.
Although I’m nowhere near the artistic level of the Beatles, I think I’m beginning to understand how John Lennon felt when, in a later interview, he expressed a little consternation at how the two songs were publicly received. I just recently published two blog articles on successive days. The first, titled Time to Pretend, was on a topic that I felt deeply about. I put a great deal of thought (and emotion) into this personally-relevant piece. The next day, I happened to be headed over to my local Publix grocery to pick up some items when I thought, hey, I’ve got my sturdy little portable AlphaSmart word processor with me, why don’t I just stop over first at the Starbucks a few stores down and “set a spell”? So I bought a coffee and sat down, with no preconceived notion as to what I would write. I was thinking about what an interesting, inclusive program Chris Matthew’s show Hardball was on MSNBC, and how “exclusive” Keith Olbermann’s show Countdown was (regarding the selection of guests), to its detriment. So I whipped up a few words, threw them together, and put it all out on my blog for the next day. I got no discernible reaction for the important (to me) Time to Pretend article, but for the Olbermann article there was an comparatively enormous reaction. The reason? An anti-Olbermann website had picked up my article over the Net and placed a link on their site to it. That was O.K. by me, but still it gripes me a little that what I cared the least about was what the “public” seemed to care about the most. I suppose, though, that if I am really serious about publishing my writings, be they fiction or non-fiction, I should come to expect this sort of frustrating type of reaction from readers. I’ll bet it happens to Stephen King all the time. Go figure.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Ormond Beach Weekend
My family and I spent the past Friday, Saturday, and Sunday at Ormond Beach. We stayed at a old, reliable (and inexpensive) hotel there, with a fourth-floor room and balcony facing the ocean. Everyone got to do pretty much what they had wanted to do at the beach. And there were different things to do: go out into the ocean water (which was very calm throughout our stay), use the hotel’s pool (much more suitable than the too-shallow Hard Rock Hotel pool at Universal in Orlando), get in the hot tub, go running along the beach (I ran 2.35 miles on Saturday), or just sit on the balcony enjoying the scenery, pleasant conversation, or just one’s own thoughts.We experienced only one storm during the stay, and even that turned out in our favor (although a palm branch was blown off a tree, crashing onto a lounge chair that a woman had been lying on only a few minutes before). The storm’s aftermath left a relatively cool beach for me to do my run down as well as making the sand a better running surface. Being able to see the Daytona Beach pier from my hotel, I originally had entertained thoughts of running there and back, but discovered that it was a little further away than I had thought (four miles). I haven’t yet attained my 1975 running level of eight-mile runs (although I have such a course in Gainesville already mapped out).
Nighttime beach walking has become more pleasant on the Ormond/Daytona Beach area in recent years. One reason for this is that, in order to protect hatching sea turtles on the beach at night, hotels that used to drown the coastline in their lights now have to turn them off or turn them away from the beach. I loved to just stand there facing the ocean, taking in the sounds, wind, stars, and night ambiance.
We also ate out a couple of times, did some shopping, and even bowled three games (none of us are avid bowlers, and it showed Saturday night). I did note, by watching other bowlers, that how fast or slow one rolled the ball seemed to make very little difference regarding the number of pins being knocked down. My daughter once got a strike by simply aiming well while rolling the ball at a very slow speed!
All said, our trip to Ormond Beach was a very pleasant experience. I would like to express my gratitude for the cooperation of the weather while we were there. And the hotel staff and management were helpful and courteous.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Monday Newsbreak: 8/4
--The presidential campaign is now going on full bore, with both major party candidates beginning to irritate me. John McCain seems to be going out of his way to publicly pander to all of the conservative hot-button special interest issue groups, while Barack Obama’s annoying tendency to use stuttering as a rhetorical device (à la Andy Griffith) is beginning to interfere with his message. I know that the candidates need to select their running mates. But beyond that, what is there really left to do? After all this time and all this campaign’s media supersaturation, are there still people left in this country who are planning to vote and still don’t know these candidates? Why should anyone be better prepared to make a choice in early November than now in early August? Although part of me wants to keep up with the campaign, another part wants me to completely turn my back on it, knowing from past experience the terrible mudslinging that is about to envelop this contest. And don’t get me started on the upcoming conventions. Ugh!
--The 2008 Summer Olympics are officially beginning this coming week in China, although qualifying events for different sports are already taking place in different locations in that country. I know there is a lot of controversy in some circles about how people concerned about China’s questionable human rights record should regard the Olympics this go around. I’ve been an advocate of more openness in societies like this one, and believe that more interaction with the rest of the world is a good thing for China. In the long run, I think it will help the people in that country to have experienced the Olympics on their soil. I remember the time when human rights were reportedly the worst there, when China shunned the Olympics while maintaining its isolation from the world. My focus during the Olympics won’t be China itself, but the actual events that I am interested in. And I don’t plan to automatically root like a programmed robot for the U.S.A. all the time, either. I’ll leave that for others to do, as I am sure some will.
--Exxon/Mobil announced record profits for this past year, exceeding any annual profits for any firm in known history. Yet they are complaining that their profits weren’t high enough! Well, better luck next year, Exxon/Mobil, sorry you didn’t meet your expectations! Does this sound a bit sarcastic on my part? Well, it is, a little. On the other hand, though, just because a company makes a big profit, that doesn’t mean that this money is buried somewhere in a deep hole, lost forever. No, that money circulates right back into the economy. The relatively static statistic of a corporation’s annual profits does little to shed light on what is really going on with the oil industry. I’m more concerned about where these businesses choose to direct their profits than I am about how much they make.
--The 2008 Summer Olympics are officially beginning this coming week in China, although qualifying events for different sports are already taking place in different locations in that country. I know there is a lot of controversy in some circles about how people concerned about China’s questionable human rights record should regard the Olympics this go around. I’ve been an advocate of more openness in societies like this one, and believe that more interaction with the rest of the world is a good thing for China. In the long run, I think it will help the people in that country to have experienced the Olympics on their soil. I remember the time when human rights were reportedly the worst there, when China shunned the Olympics while maintaining its isolation from the world. My focus during the Olympics won’t be China itself, but the actual events that I am interested in. And I don’t plan to automatically root like a programmed robot for the U.S.A. all the time, either. I’ll leave that for others to do, as I am sure some will.
--Exxon/Mobil announced record profits for this past year, exceeding any annual profits for any firm in known history. Yet they are complaining that their profits weren’t high enough! Well, better luck next year, Exxon/Mobil, sorry you didn’t meet your expectations! Does this sound a bit sarcastic on my part? Well, it is, a little. On the other hand, though, just because a company makes a big profit, that doesn’t mean that this money is buried somewhere in a deep hole, lost forever. No, that money circulates right back into the economy. The relatively static statistic of a corporation’s annual profits does little to shed light on what is really going on with the oil industry. I’m more concerned about where these businesses choose to direct their profits than I am about how much they make.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
What Goes Around Comes Around
In 2005, the U.S. Senate went through a crisis of sorts: the Republicans, under Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist, expressed frustration that some of President Bush’s nominees to Federal Court judgeship positions were being filibustered by the Democrats. Although this handful of nominees only represented a tiny fraction of the “Bush” judges that the Democrats actually helped to confirm (and previously, the Republicans had blocked a much larger number of President Clinton’s nominees), the GOP wanted ALL of them confirmed. To get their way, Majority Leader Frist threatened to manipulate Senate rules and adopt what came to be known as the “Nuclear Option” for confirming presidential nominees. With it in place, it would take a simple majority vote on the Senate floor, instead of the sixty-vote supermajority, to end debate and send the confirmation vote for any nominee to the Senate floor for a final up-down vote. Just before it looked as if Frist was going to take this “Nuclear Option”, fourteen Senate colleagues (split evenly between the two parties), dubbed the “Gang of Fourteen”, agreed among themselves to (1) reject the Nuclear Option and (2) agree on their own to send all nominees to final confirmation vote unless there was something extraordinarily astray with the candidate. So by this, the Nuclear Option was averted and, as such, it was regarded as a big defeat for Frist (even though all of the nominees in question ended up being confirmed). But I thought back then and still do even more so, that Frist was foolish to suggest the Nuclear Option in the first place.
If the Nuclear Option had been enacted, then the Republicans stood to gain, as I had stated before, a small handful of confirmations. It may be argued that it was for the upcoming vacancies in the U.S. Supreme Court that this whole controversy swirled around. But in that case, the political pressure would have been very heavily in favor of forcing the Democrats to allow a floor confirmation vote (and then rejecting the candidate) if the individual selected to fill the vacancy seemed too objectionable. On the other hand, had the Nuclear Option been enacted, it would have given the Democrats the benefit of having it should they gain the Presidency and maintain control of the Senate (both very viable possibilities at the present). There are several sitting Supreme Court justices who may just be waiting for the outcome of the 2008 election before deciding to retire. Should Obama win, justices like John Paul Stevens, David Souter, and Ruth Bader Ginsberg may all opt for retirement (Stevens will probably retire anyway). Then the new Democratic President’s choices for their replacements would come under Senate scrutiny. And because of the flack raised by Frist and his colleagues demanding floor votes for every nominee, it will be that much more difficult to block any Obama pick. Of course, if the Nuclear Option had been enacted, it would have been next to impossible! It’s funny how political parties in power tend to act with such expediency, never seeming to understand that sooner or later their run as the “big shots” will end and the opposing party will be calling the shots. And enjoying the advantage of whatever new rules the previous “rulers” had passed for their own advantage. What goes around comes around! And, supposing a Democratic Senate Majority Leader under a future Democratic president gets frustrated with Republican filibusters of his/her nominees, the Democrats could turn the table and pull the very same Nuclear Option that Frist paved the way for.
If the Nuclear Option had been enacted, then the Republicans stood to gain, as I had stated before, a small handful of confirmations. It may be argued that it was for the upcoming vacancies in the U.S. Supreme Court that this whole controversy swirled around. But in that case, the political pressure would have been very heavily in favor of forcing the Democrats to allow a floor confirmation vote (and then rejecting the candidate) if the individual selected to fill the vacancy seemed too objectionable. On the other hand, had the Nuclear Option been enacted, it would have given the Democrats the benefit of having it should they gain the Presidency and maintain control of the Senate (both very viable possibilities at the present). There are several sitting Supreme Court justices who may just be waiting for the outcome of the 2008 election before deciding to retire. Should Obama win, justices like John Paul Stevens, David Souter, and Ruth Bader Ginsberg may all opt for retirement (Stevens will probably retire anyway). Then the new Democratic President’s choices for their replacements would come under Senate scrutiny. And because of the flack raised by Frist and his colleagues demanding floor votes for every nominee, it will be that much more difficult to block any Obama pick. Of course, if the Nuclear Option had been enacted, it would have been next to impossible! It’s funny how political parties in power tend to act with such expediency, never seeming to understand that sooner or later their run as the “big shots” will end and the opposing party will be calling the shots. And enjoying the advantage of whatever new rules the previous “rulers” had passed for their own advantage. What goes around comes around! And, supposing a Democratic Senate Majority Leader under a future Democratic president gets frustrated with Republican filibusters of his/her nominees, the Democrats could turn the table and pull the very same Nuclear Option that Frist paved the way for.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
My Discomfort Zones Update: 8/2
It recently occurred to me that many events responsible for some of my greatest memories took place during times when I stepped out of my comfort zone and just did what I felt I needed to do, even if it were unpleasant, stressful, or even frightening. Performing for an audience in my piano recital this past February is one such example. Attending social events always challenges my sensibilities, but sometimes they're unavoidable (and even ultimately rewarding). Doing something for the first time that seems scary (like getting on a thrill ride) fits the bill as well (in the "frightening" department). It can be very uncomfortable while consciously working to eliminate bad habits and replace them with good ones. And so on...
I've come to the conclusion that it is necessary for me to periodically allow myself to be challenged to "step out of the comfort zone" and try new directions and strategies. And sometimes this involves a special behavior and ability that, for want of a better name, I will bestow the time-honored term "winging it". By "winging it", I mean being in very uncertain situations, where I'm not sure about everything I'm doing or about what will happen, but still functioning in a confident manner and working those situations out by examining the important things to do and acting on them. Sound too general? Well, that's the point of this particular update: I will list specific opportunities that arise for living out of my comfort zone, and then how I faced up to the challenges. And publish my results on this blog the next "discomfort zones" time around. Ought to be fun!
I've come to the conclusion that it is necessary for me to periodically allow myself to be challenged to "step out of the comfort zone" and try new directions and strategies. And sometimes this involves a special behavior and ability that, for want of a better name, I will bestow the time-honored term "winging it". By "winging it", I mean being in very uncertain situations, where I'm not sure about everything I'm doing or about what will happen, but still functioning in a confident manner and working those situations out by examining the important things to do and acting on them. Sound too general? Well, that's the point of this particular update: I will list specific opportunities that arise for living out of my comfort zone, and then how I faced up to the challenges. And publish my results on this blog the next "discomfort zones" time around. Ought to be fun!
Friday, August 1, 2008
Congratulations, Sweetheart
It is with great pride, appreciation, and pleasure that I can announce my wife Melissa’s graduation tomorrow. She is receiving her BSN (Bachelor of Science in Nursing) from the University of Central Florida, having taken advantage of the remote/Internet classes they offered to students living at a distance from its Orlando campus.
Already working in a position of management involving health care as an RN (Registered Nurse), Melissa looks to enhance her career prospects with this hard-earned degree. There may also be graduate school in the works at some time in the future. She has been a wonderful example and inspiration for me and our children. And with our son Will going off to college, Melissa is now the family computer expert (although our daughter is showing herself to be a whiz in this area)!
It is so gratifying for me to see, as we travel through this long journey of life, that there seem to be few limits to the opportunities available to those who are willing to take advantage of them. But it takes a personal commitment to see some of these opportunities through, as well as support from others. I appreciate Melissa’s steadfastness with her many (and sometimes difficult) assignments, as well as her generosity, grace, and caring for us, even while having to work under periods of heavy stress.
Well done, sweetheart!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Orienting Oneself As A Game
I’ve found that life can be a long more bearable to travel through if I can make games out of stressful or tedious situations. And one game that I am working on these days (or should I say "playing") is that of keeping my bearings in unfamiliar locations, be they indoors or outdoors.
When outside at night (as long as the city lights aren't too strong and the sky is at least partially clear), it is no difficult task for me to look up at the sky and figure out the directions by the stars and their associated constellations. In the day, the Sun gives away the directions (unless it is very overcast, which can make things interesting). Driving down roads (or even riding as a passenger) can present a greater challenge with a partially obstructed view of the sky, although I usually seem to have a pretty good knack for knowing about which roads I'm on and where they lead. Inside buildings, though, it can be more formidable, especially if I am winding through hallways and turning several corners to reach my destination. So, sometimes, just for the fun of it, when I am walking through a building which is like this, I’ll continually keep tabs on which cardinal direction I am facing, as well as how I have been winding my way through it. Of course, this is really more than just fun: it’s good mental exercise and strengthens the memory! Try it sometimes, if this sort of thing is your “cup of tea”. To me, it is similar to going through a maze. Wild Adventures theme park in Valdosta, Georgia has a maze, and I plan to try it out the next time we go there. The process with a maze is the same as keeping track of where you are in a building: you need to not only know which direction you’re facing, but also have a good memory of where you have been. And relying on a compass, GPS, map, building blueprint, or your own ongoing notes with this type of game is most definitely cheating!
When outside at night (as long as the city lights aren't too strong and the sky is at least partially clear), it is no difficult task for me to look up at the sky and figure out the directions by the stars and their associated constellations. In the day, the Sun gives away the directions (unless it is very overcast, which can make things interesting). Driving down roads (or even riding as a passenger) can present a greater challenge with a partially obstructed view of the sky, although I usually seem to have a pretty good knack for knowing about which roads I'm on and where they lead. Inside buildings, though, it can be more formidable, especially if I am winding through hallways and turning several corners to reach my destination. So, sometimes, just for the fun of it, when I am walking through a building which is like this, I’ll continually keep tabs on which cardinal direction I am facing, as well as how I have been winding my way through it. Of course, this is really more than just fun: it’s good mental exercise and strengthens the memory! Try it sometimes, if this sort of thing is your “cup of tea”. To me, it is similar to going through a maze. Wild Adventures theme park in Valdosta, Georgia has a maze, and I plan to try it out the next time we go there. The process with a maze is the same as keeping track of where you are in a building: you need to not only know which direction you’re facing, but also have a good memory of where you have been. And relying on a compass, GPS, map, building blueprint, or your own ongoing notes with this type of game is most definitely cheating!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Bobbing-Head Journalism
To me, MSNBC’s Countdown, hosted by Keith Olbermann, is one of those shows that I tend to gravitate toward watching. Not because I’m going to get an even-handed account of things in the world: It’s precisely because of the fact that this show is so unapologetically liberal in its outlook that I enjoy watching it! I’m not at all against watching shows (or listening to them on the radio) that have a conservative bent. It’s just that the overwhelming majority of the opinion-based programming is conservative! And I’d like to see, from time to time, the other side of the arguments.
Having said that, it bears noting that I have never seen a Countdown where Olbermann (or his capable stand-in Rachel Maddow) has ever had a guest who wasn’t philosophically completely in-sync with him (or her). What usually results is Olbermann ranting on about something with his guests appearing in an inset on the right-side of the screen, smugly smiling and continually bobbing their heads in agreement. This isn’t real journalism, of course; rather, it’s more an act of huddling with one’s “own” while piling on those “others” (who are nowhere to be seen)!
Now conservative hosts such as Glen Beck and Sean Hannity tend to have, as guests, those who tow their political line as well. But they aren’t averse to having real, meaningful discussions with their ideological opponents on the air, either.
So Keith Olbermann, who I believe could easily hold his own in a debate with conservatives, is unintentionally creating the impression that he regards his views as being so above those of conservatives that they don’t even merit sharing the same forum with him. And this feeds into the oft-spoken complaint from those on the right that the left is afflicted with an attitude of intellectual elitism toward them and their perspectives on the issues. If Olbermann truly wants to change the political landscape of this nation, simply preaching to the choir of already-true believers isn’t going to accomplish the trick. He’s going to have to roll up his sleeves and engage in direct debate with conservatives! And in live-time on the air, like his colleagues on MSNBC as well as his competitors on other channels, some of whom he likes to periodically tag with the title of “Worst Person in the World”.
Having said that, it bears noting that I have never seen a Countdown where Olbermann (or his capable stand-in Rachel Maddow) has ever had a guest who wasn’t philosophically completely in-sync with him (or her). What usually results is Olbermann ranting on about something with his guests appearing in an inset on the right-side of the screen, smugly smiling and continually bobbing their heads in agreement. This isn’t real journalism, of course; rather, it’s more an act of huddling with one’s “own” while piling on those “others” (who are nowhere to be seen)!
Now conservative hosts such as Glen Beck and Sean Hannity tend to have, as guests, those who tow their political line as well. But they aren’t averse to having real, meaningful discussions with their ideological opponents on the air, either.
So Keith Olbermann, who I believe could easily hold his own in a debate with conservatives, is unintentionally creating the impression that he regards his views as being so above those of conservatives that they don’t even merit sharing the same forum with him. And this feeds into the oft-spoken complaint from those on the right that the left is afflicted with an attitude of intellectual elitism toward them and their perspectives on the issues. If Olbermann truly wants to change the political landscape of this nation, simply preaching to the choir of already-true believers isn’t going to accomplish the trick. He’s going to have to roll up his sleeves and engage in direct debate with conservatives! And in live-time on the air, like his colleagues on MSNBC as well as his competitors on other channels, some of whom he likes to periodically tag with the title of “Worst Person in the World”.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Time To Pretend
The alternative/independent group MGMT, headed by young Brooklynites Ben Goldwasser and Andrew VanWyngarden, is gaining in popularity with an eclectic mix of music, the diversity of which brings to my mind the Beatles (I’m not saying they’re as good as them, they just remind me of them). They’re very good at promoting themselves, having already made a couple of appearances on late-night network television shows, putting out their own videos on YouTube, playing to large crowds, and sporting an interesting official website. One of their songs, Time to Pretend, along with its video, has captured my attention as well as my imagination. Its lyrics ridicule the all-too-often trend of rags-to-riches popular musicians who, having finally made the “big time”, lose control over their own destinies and allow their lives to disintegrate into a progression of shallow marriages & breakups, chemical abuse, and ultimately, their tragic deaths. The video expresses a slightly different theme, though, that correlates better with the song’s title. It shows how some young people abandon their real, down-to-earth lives (which include their families and friends), to embark on aimless journeys of self-indulgence and fantasy. I’ve read some glowing comments about this song on the YouTube site, one stating that this was her generation‘s anthem, another going on about how beautiful the song was. Well, to those, I would just say that they need to really listen to and understand the words before calling Time to Pretend an anthem or oh-so-beautiful. I think it is much more significant than that. And hearing (and seeing) it reminds me of an experience I had back in 1971.
When I was in my early teens, Rod Serling had his Night Gallery series on prime time evening television. One evening, my mother and I were sitting watching it and, as these things are known to happen, we were completely unaware that perhaps the most disturbing episode in the history of television was about to be shown (O.K., maybe I'm exaggerating a little). The title of the piece was Silent Snow Secret Snow, and it was closely based on the acclaimed Conrad Aiken short story published decades earlier. Orson Welles flawlessly narrated this compelling and tragic story of a boy whose inner fantasies (chiefly involving the mysterious presence of snow) became so strong that he ultimately shut out the real world to completely dwell within them. After this singularly significant episode of this often trite series was over, my mother turned to me and told me that this was what she had been afraid was happening to me: that during the previous few years, I had become more inwardly drawn and controlled by daydreams and fantasies of nonexistent places and situations. I was shaken up enough just from watching this very unsettling story without having to hear that from my own mother! Perhaps this was a time that helped me turn myself back into the direction of growth and constructive interaction with the world, based on its own terms and not on inventions of my own imagination.
What directly connects the Time to Pretend video with Silent Snow Secret Snow is a brief segment (at the 2:24 mark) showing the singer in darkness, with snow falling down on him. Very eerie! If you run across either MGMT's Time to Pretend video or Night Gallery’s Silent Snow Secret Snow episode, I highly recommend you watch it, either for yourself or for the sake of a loved one you may be concerned about (one word of warning: Time to Pretend in its unedited form briefly uses some explicit language near the beginning).
When I was in my early teens, Rod Serling had his Night Gallery series on prime time evening television. One evening, my mother and I were sitting watching it and, as these things are known to happen, we were completely unaware that perhaps the most disturbing episode in the history of television was about to be shown (O.K., maybe I'm exaggerating a little). The title of the piece was Silent Snow Secret Snow, and it was closely based on the acclaimed Conrad Aiken short story published decades earlier. Orson Welles flawlessly narrated this compelling and tragic story of a boy whose inner fantasies (chiefly involving the mysterious presence of snow) became so strong that he ultimately shut out the real world to completely dwell within them. After this singularly significant episode of this often trite series was over, my mother turned to me and told me that this was what she had been afraid was happening to me: that during the previous few years, I had become more inwardly drawn and controlled by daydreams and fantasies of nonexistent places and situations. I was shaken up enough just from watching this very unsettling story without having to hear that from my own mother! Perhaps this was a time that helped me turn myself back into the direction of growth and constructive interaction with the world, based on its own terms and not on inventions of my own imagination.
What directly connects the Time to Pretend video with Silent Snow Secret Snow is a brief segment (at the 2:24 mark) showing the singer in darkness, with snow falling down on him. Very eerie! If you run across either MGMT's Time to Pretend video or Night Gallery’s Silent Snow Secret Snow episode, I highly recommend you watch it, either for yourself or for the sake of a loved one you may be concerned about (one word of warning: Time to Pretend in its unedited form briefly uses some explicit language near the beginning).
Monday, July 28, 2008
Monday Newsbreak: 7/28
--A couple of Associated Press writers, Robert Burns and Robert H. Reid, have pronounced that the U.S. is winning the Iraq War. By that, they mean that overt combat with insurgents and terrorists has greatly diminished, and everything on the surface appears to be more peaceful. But I ask, what does “winning the Iraq War” mean? After all, we did technically already win it within weeks of the invasion when the Hussein regime fell (wasn’t “regime change” the object of going in?). Ever since, all we’ve been doing is trying to snuff out one hot spot after another in this highly divided land. Now we’ve made the picture look real pretty, haven’t we? So after the troops leave (assuming they ever will), what is keeping another Saddam Hussein from staging a coup d’état and starting the vicious cycle all over again? What has the Iraqi government done since the surge began to bring reconciliation, trust, and a true sense of participation on the part of the feuding factions regarding the building of a free, inclusive, and democratic Iraq?
--My local city commission here in Gainesville is undergoing a controversy regarding many citizens opposed to its recently-enacted ordinance protecting transgenders from public discrimination, including the use of restrooms. The “restroom” part of the ordinance is what its opponents are so concerned about. They believe that any man could just walk into a woman’s bathroom with the convenient cover story that he “felt as if he were a woman inside”. On the pro-ordinance side some, including city commissioner Craig Lowe, have accused opponents of bigotry against transgenders and gays. I don’t see what good this sort of vilification does anybody. Certainly, the public has the right to believe that their government is working to protect them from crime. If they are misinformed about the ramifications of this ordinance, then those promoting it should calmly sit down with the leaders of the ordinance opposition, listen to them, and respectfully explain how their concerns are unfounded. But skip the insults, please! And why not see, during the process, if some mutual interests can be recognized and a compromise reached? Or have I just crossed over into a taboo area by mentioning the “c” word?
--University of Florida football coach Urban Meyer apparently still hasn’t gotten over the tactic that his rival coach Mark Richt of the University of Georgia used during their game last year. Immediately after the Bulldogs scored their first touchdown, the bench emptied and the entire Georgia team rushed the field in wild celebration. Although Richt has apologized for instigating the incident (for which he claims he didn't mean to involve his entire team), Meyer is still using it (as I see it) to get his players worked up to exact revenge when they play each other again this year (Georgia defeated Florida 42-30 last year)..... I also see politicians putting on this phony “hurt” act of pretending to be offended at something somebody said (usually from the opposing party). I see this particularly on the Senate floor, with Democratic Majority Leader Harry Reid (Nevada) and three Republicans, Ted Stevens (Alaska), Orrin Hatch (Utah), and Judd Gregg (New Hampshire) being the worst offenders. On the other end of the scale are those who look as if they are heavily under sedation, with nothing seeming to rankle them! What a circus! I wish former South Dakota Senator Tom Daschle were there running things as Majority Leader in his calm, even-handed and gracious manner as he did in 2001-2002. His razor-thin defeat for reelection in 2004 was a big disappointment to me.
--My local city commission here in Gainesville is undergoing a controversy regarding many citizens opposed to its recently-enacted ordinance protecting transgenders from public discrimination, including the use of restrooms. The “restroom” part of the ordinance is what its opponents are so concerned about. They believe that any man could just walk into a woman’s bathroom with the convenient cover story that he “felt as if he were a woman inside”. On the pro-ordinance side some, including city commissioner Craig Lowe, have accused opponents of bigotry against transgenders and gays. I don’t see what good this sort of vilification does anybody. Certainly, the public has the right to believe that their government is working to protect them from crime. If they are misinformed about the ramifications of this ordinance, then those promoting it should calmly sit down with the leaders of the ordinance opposition, listen to them, and respectfully explain how their concerns are unfounded. But skip the insults, please! And why not see, during the process, if some mutual interests can be recognized and a compromise reached? Or have I just crossed over into a taboo area by mentioning the “c” word?
--University of Florida football coach Urban Meyer apparently still hasn’t gotten over the tactic that his rival coach Mark Richt of the University of Georgia used during their game last year. Immediately after the Bulldogs scored their first touchdown, the bench emptied and the entire Georgia team rushed the field in wild celebration. Although Richt has apologized for instigating the incident (for which he claims he didn't mean to involve his entire team), Meyer is still using it (as I see it) to get his players worked up to exact revenge when they play each other again this year (Georgia defeated Florida 42-30 last year)..... I also see politicians putting on this phony “hurt” act of pretending to be offended at something somebody said (usually from the opposing party). I see this particularly on the Senate floor, with Democratic Majority Leader Harry Reid (Nevada) and three Republicans, Ted Stevens (Alaska), Orrin Hatch (Utah), and Judd Gregg (New Hampshire) being the worst offenders. On the other end of the scale are those who look as if they are heavily under sedation, with nothing seeming to rankle them! What a circus! I wish former South Dakota Senator Tom Daschle were there running things as Majority Leader in his calm, even-handed and gracious manner as he did in 2001-2002. His razor-thin defeat for reelection in 2004 was a big disappointment to me.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Super-Sized Request
The other day, I was watching a feature on CNN featuring their ace international correspondent Christiane Amanpour. She visited North Korea extensively, even touring one of their controversial nuclear facilities. In the middle of the report, pictures of starving North Korean children from the terrible famine there a few years ago were shown. And then they broke for a commercial. Which showed a young woman preparing a exquisite, mouth-watering plateful of food in her own home. She then put it down for her fluffy white cat, it being gourmet cat food! It was a perfect picture to me of the incredibly insulated state that so many of us here in America live in.
Of course, since the recovery from the Great Depression, concern about where the next meal is coming from is not prevalent among the vast majority of Americans (although there are pockets of very, very poor, malnourished people, to be sure). In fact, the prevailing problem with food here is the high level of obesity, especially among the low-income population. With many, food is not just a source of nutrition or even a pleasant treat: it is a salve that they can pop into their mouth (like a baby with its pacifier) to relieve emotional stress.
We Americans feel so aggrieved at the way the fuel costs here are skyrocketing. But even with all of the negative economic factors considered, including the sinking value of the dollar, prosperous West European countries are paying twice the rate for their gas as we are! It is only in those oil-producing nations whose governments exert control over their oil and its distribution that gas prices are cheap (Venezuela, Saudi Arabia, Kuwait). Our problem here is that we’ve done very little since the wake-up call induced by the Arab Oil Embargo of the early seventies to make our machines either use oil more efficiently or use other sources of energy.
The big growth industry in the U.S. is without a doubt entertainment. And why is that? Because so many people here have so much free time to do what they want and money to spend on it! How can people go around complaining like they do about the terrible economy while expending this amount of effort amusing themselves? Because at heart, some of us are spoiled rotten children! And now we’re really ticked off because the rest of the world would like to make a little request to us: can we just cut back a little from the over-consumption and hedonism, just a little to save the planet from overheating? Pretty-please with a cherry on top (don‘t forget to super-size it)?!
Of course, since the recovery from the Great Depression, concern about where the next meal is coming from is not prevalent among the vast majority of Americans (although there are pockets of very, very poor, malnourished people, to be sure). In fact, the prevailing problem with food here is the high level of obesity, especially among the low-income population. With many, food is not just a source of nutrition or even a pleasant treat: it is a salve that they can pop into their mouth (like a baby with its pacifier) to relieve emotional stress.
We Americans feel so aggrieved at the way the fuel costs here are skyrocketing. But even with all of the negative economic factors considered, including the sinking value of the dollar, prosperous West European countries are paying twice the rate for their gas as we are! It is only in those oil-producing nations whose governments exert control over their oil and its distribution that gas prices are cheap (Venezuela, Saudi Arabia, Kuwait). Our problem here is that we’ve done very little since the wake-up call induced by the Arab Oil Embargo of the early seventies to make our machines either use oil more efficiently or use other sources of energy.
The big growth industry in the U.S. is without a doubt entertainment. And why is that? Because so many people here have so much free time to do what they want and money to spend on it! How can people go around complaining like they do about the terrible economy while expending this amount of effort amusing themselves? Because at heart, some of us are spoiled rotten children! And now we’re really ticked off because the rest of the world would like to make a little request to us: can we just cut back a little from the over-consumption and hedonism, just a little to save the planet from overheating? Pretty-please with a cherry on top (don‘t forget to super-size it)?!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
My Piano Update: 7/26
As I sit here pondering on the level of progress I’ve made with my piano studies, I naturally have some positive and negative insights. On the positive side, I find that I am, at least gradually, becoming more comfortable playing while reading the printed music. In doing so, I am beginning to look ahead on the page while I play to see how to reposition my fingering for upcoming notes. I also seem to have better concentration and results when performing during my weekly class time with my piano teacher. But there are also many areas that I need to work on to meet my own standards as to where I want to be with piano. For one, I want to master playing (while reading the music) in ANY key, not just with C, G, F, D, and A (major keys, along with their corresponding minors) as I do so far. Also, I am simply not putting in anything close to the hands-on practice time I need in order to come to regard the keyboard as “second nature”. Third, I have done very little in the area of “playing from memory”, where I could tap into the vast treasure of musical memories I have and adapt them to piano. I want to adopt a policy of learning pieces by heart so that, when presented with future opportunities to play for others, I’ll have a repertoire to draw upon. And, as piano teacher Dan Starr has suggested on his blog, I need to learn to feel more comfortable looking down at the keyboard as little as possible during my playing. Finally, I need to practice playing faster and more boldly if I ever want to be able to play at a level that people want to listen to.
I’ve seen, by laying out more of a structured schedule for my running a week ago and then publishing it, that I actually adhered to it faithfully. So I’m going to do the same with piano practice and see what happens. Except that my piano study is a seven-day per week process! On Mondays, the day of my piano class, I will devote my homework to studying theory and deepening my knowledge of musical notation, keys, and chords. Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays I will devote to practicing and memorizing my class assignments. And on Wednesdays and Fridays I will “struggle” to painstakingly generate melodies on the keyboard from my mental song archives. Should be challenging and fun!
I’ve seen, by laying out more of a structured schedule for my running a week ago and then publishing it, that I actually adhered to it faithfully. So I’m going to do the same with piano practice and see what happens. Except that my piano study is a seven-day per week process! On Mondays, the day of my piano class, I will devote my homework to studying theory and deepening my knowledge of musical notation, keys, and chords. Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays I will devote to practicing and memorizing my class assignments. And on Wednesdays and Fridays I will “struggle” to painstakingly generate melodies on the keyboard from my mental song archives. Should be challenging and fun!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Multiple Takes
I have to admit that golf is one of the most boring sports to watch on TV (probably even more so in person). Half the time, I can’t keep up with what’s going on, with the coverage hopping around from one hole to another. But sometimes I’ll still manage to find something to amuse me. Like whenever I used to watch Jack Nicklaus walk up to putt the ball. He’d line his feet up, level his putter, look at the hole, take little mini-steps up and down with his feet, level his putter, look at the hole, take little mini-steps up and down with his feet, level……you get the picture. Sooner or later, after what seemed like forever, the golfing great would finally get around to hitting the ball. And usually with success! But seeing him standing there like that, doing multiple takes at the hole and continually repositioning himself, cracked me up. But I think it was a lot more than a nervous habit on the part of Nicklaus. He most likely had long before learned that you can’t assimilate everything with one visual sweep; taking a mental picture of something and then looking back can bring to light important things that might have otherwise gone unnoticed, as well as enhance your concentration.
And the most glaring example of this need to perform multiple takes in my life is when I’m out in traffic driving. It used to be, when the light turned green, that I prided myself on having the quickest reflexes around, immediately hitting the gas pedal and surging ahead. No more! Do to the ever-increasing recklessness of some of my fellow drivers, I now habitually pause to check whether there are any fools disposed to stretch the light the other way (even though it’s already red for them). And lately, I’m not just doing my multiple takes looking around the intersection; I’m also looking down the road to see if there isn’t some driver who might be so distracted that they hadn’t noticed the light had changed for their direction. And for pulling out of a side street onto a road, multiple takes have always been a necessity, both to notice motorcycles, bicycles, and pedestrians, as well as to account for the fact that my car, like others, has certain blind spots that may conceal something at first glance.
There is also a more subtle, longer-range kind of multiple take when one wants to gage what is going on around in the world. But this time the take is not done through space, but rather through time, through the use of history. We may look around us, and at first glance, things may seem normal in our political, social, and economic surroundings. But armed with a sound knowledge of history, we can then keep reexamining our world and discern patterns in the present that fit historical patterns indicating trends in one direction or another. The better of a historical background we possess (like the skill of the golfer or driver), the more effective our multiple takes on our contemporary society will be, and the better able we will be to communicate our observations and conclusions to others.
And the most glaring example of this need to perform multiple takes in my life is when I’m out in traffic driving. It used to be, when the light turned green, that I prided myself on having the quickest reflexes around, immediately hitting the gas pedal and surging ahead. No more! Do to the ever-increasing recklessness of some of my fellow drivers, I now habitually pause to check whether there are any fools disposed to stretch the light the other way (even though it’s already red for them). And lately, I’m not just doing my multiple takes looking around the intersection; I’m also looking down the road to see if there isn’t some driver who might be so distracted that they hadn’t noticed the light had changed for their direction. And for pulling out of a side street onto a road, multiple takes have always been a necessity, both to notice motorcycles, bicycles, and pedestrians, as well as to account for the fact that my car, like others, has certain blind spots that may conceal something at first glance.
There is also a more subtle, longer-range kind of multiple take when one wants to gage what is going on around in the world. But this time the take is not done through space, but rather through time, through the use of history. We may look around us, and at first glance, things may seem normal in our political, social, and economic surroundings. But armed with a sound knowledge of history, we can then keep reexamining our world and discern patterns in the present that fit historical patterns indicating trends in one direction or another. The better of a historical background we possess (like the skill of the golfer or driver), the more effective our multiple takes on our contemporary society will be, and the better able we will be to communicate our observations and conclusions to others.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Favorite Songs of 1964
My intense interest in popular music was born in early 1964 when the Beatles made their historic first appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show. After that, my family all became avid Beatles fans, buying up their albums (and some singles) as they came out. Miami’s two competing popular music radio stations, 560-WQAM and 790-WFUN, both battled to see who could play the next release first. By listening for Beatles songs, I became more aware of other quality artists. The Beatles’ popularity brought in other acts from Britain such as the Rolling Stones and the Animals. At this time, the Rolling Stones had a definite blues flavor to their music and were at their very best (to me) with tunes like the Bo Diddley-inspired Not Fade Away, Time is on My Side, and It’s All Over Now. For their part, the Animals had two great follow-ups to their blockbuster hit House of the Rising Sun: Baby Let Me Take You Home and I’m Crying. As the year wore on, I found myself comparing this keyboard/blues/rock band favorably to the Beatles. But they ultimately had a problem with creating their own original songs over the years and there was too much conflict between the band members. Other British acts hitting the big time were Billy Jay Kramer and the Dakotas (Little Children), the Dave Clark Five (Glad All Over and Bits and Pieces), Gerry and the Pacemakers (Don’t Let the Sun Catch You Crying), Peter and Gordon (Nobody I Know), and Chad and Jeremy (originally introduced as Stuart and Clyde). Chad and Jeremy had two songs I especially cherished, both evoking strong feelings of nostalgia for my (seven-year-old) life back then: Summer Song and Yesterday’s Gone. Herman’s Hermits began their string of American hits, most of which I could take or leave. But I did like their ‘64 tune I’m Into Something Good. The late Dusty Springfield made her debut in America with her deep, soulful voice and hits like I Only Want to Be With You and Wishin’ and Hopin’.
Established acts still put out some outstanding records in 1964. Elvis Presley’s Viva Las Vegas was one of his best, while Gene Pitney’s It Hurts to Be in Love was pounding in its intensity. Betty Everett and Jerry Butler covered Let It Be Me with great emotion. Terry Stafford sounded like Elvis (I think that was the idea) with Suspicion. By confusing its words, I misinterpreted White on White, a sad tune by Danny Williams about a man losing his true love to another in marriage, as a song about Astronomy (“lace on satin” sounds a little like “rings on Saturn” to a seven-year old’s ears). Roy Orbison’s comeback hit Oh Pretty Woman also turned out to be his biggest ever, dominating the late summer of ‘64.
American groups arose with their own special sound to compete with the British imports. The Supremes’ first hit, Where Did Our Love Go, was also my favorite of theirs. Martha and the Vandellas had everyone Dancing in the Street. Dionne Warwick made her debut into stardom in 1964 (with her elegance and beautiful voice), one of her songs being the inviting Reach Out For Me. On the surf-side, Jan and Dean and the Beach Boys each had a stand-out hit (to me, at least) with the ominous Dead Man’s Curve and the cocky and confident I Get Around, respectively.
So what were my top favorites as I lived through 1964? Number #5 was the Beatles' screamer Slow Down, off of their Something New album. It was only a minor hit, so I couldn’t hear it enough (and my parents unfortunately chose to buy the A Hard Days Night soundtrack album instead of Something New). From the Beatles' soundtrack album to their movie A Hard Days Night (a great comedy that we naturally all went together to see that summer) was George Harrison’s innocent-enough sounding Happy Just to Dance With You, my #4 favorite song of the year. The aforementioned upbeat love song Baby Let Me Take You Home by the Animals takes #3 for ‘64. The Honeycombs, a group that, reflecting back on it now, sounded a little like Buddy Holly, had their one hit (but a great one) with my #2 song from 1964: Have I the Right?. And my top favorite from this tremendous year in popular music? None other than the Beatles’ exceptional cover of the old Isley Brothers hit Twist and Shout, with John Lennon at his screaming best! Here are some other songs from 1964 that I liked as well:
BY THE BEATLES:
I Saw Her Standing There
It Won’t Be Long
Devil in Her Heart
Thank You Girl
Money
You Can’t Do That
I’ll Cry Instead
And I Love Her
Do You Want to Know a Secret
PS I Love You
Rock and Roll Music
I’ll Follow the Sun
She’s a Woman
Boys
BY OTHERS:
Dominique (The Singing Nun) (carry-over from late ‘63)
Come See About Me (Supremes)
Baby Love (Supremes)
In the Misty Moonlight (Jerry Wallace)
California Sun (Rivieras)
Louie Louie (The Kingsmen)
Bread and Butter (The Newbeats)
We’ll Sing in the Sunshine (Gale Garnett)
My Boy Lollipop (Millie Small)
Shoop Shoop Song (Betty Everett)
Chapel of Love (Dixie Cups)
Just Like Romeo and Juliet (The Reflections)
Leader of the Pack (The Shangri-Las)
And now we come to the point where my recap of my favorites each year in music must end. For I based this ongoing review on my favorites as I lived through each year, and I didn’t start following “the scene” in popular music until early 1964. Not that there weren't some wonderful songs from earlier (such as Tommy Edwards's It's All In the Game, Jim Lowe's The Green Door, and Gogi Grant's The Wayward Wind); I just didn't get to know these until 1964 or later.
Established acts still put out some outstanding records in 1964. Elvis Presley’s Viva Las Vegas was one of his best, while Gene Pitney’s It Hurts to Be in Love was pounding in its intensity. Betty Everett and Jerry Butler covered Let It Be Me with great emotion. Terry Stafford sounded like Elvis (I think that was the idea) with Suspicion. By confusing its words, I misinterpreted White on White, a sad tune by Danny Williams about a man losing his true love to another in marriage, as a song about Astronomy (“lace on satin” sounds a little like “rings on Saturn” to a seven-year old’s ears). Roy Orbison’s comeback hit Oh Pretty Woman also turned out to be his biggest ever, dominating the late summer of ‘64.
American groups arose with their own special sound to compete with the British imports. The Supremes’ first hit, Where Did Our Love Go, was also my favorite of theirs. Martha and the Vandellas had everyone Dancing in the Street. Dionne Warwick made her debut into stardom in 1964 (with her elegance and beautiful voice), one of her songs being the inviting Reach Out For Me. On the surf-side, Jan and Dean and the Beach Boys each had a stand-out hit (to me, at least) with the ominous Dead Man’s Curve and the cocky and confident I Get Around, respectively.
So what were my top favorites as I lived through 1964? Number #5 was the Beatles' screamer Slow Down, off of their Something New album. It was only a minor hit, so I couldn’t hear it enough (and my parents unfortunately chose to buy the A Hard Days Night soundtrack album instead of Something New). From the Beatles' soundtrack album to their movie A Hard Days Night (a great comedy that we naturally all went together to see that summer) was George Harrison’s innocent-enough sounding Happy Just to Dance With You, my #4 favorite song of the year. The aforementioned upbeat love song Baby Let Me Take You Home by the Animals takes #3 for ‘64. The Honeycombs, a group that, reflecting back on it now, sounded a little like Buddy Holly, had their one hit (but a great one) with my #2 song from 1964: Have I the Right?. And my top favorite from this tremendous year in popular music? None other than the Beatles’ exceptional cover of the old Isley Brothers hit Twist and Shout, with John Lennon at his screaming best! Here are some other songs from 1964 that I liked as well:
BY THE BEATLES:
I Saw Her Standing There
It Won’t Be Long
Devil in Her Heart
Thank You Girl
Money
You Can’t Do That
I’ll Cry Instead
And I Love Her
Do You Want to Know a Secret
PS I Love You
Rock and Roll Music
I’ll Follow the Sun
She’s a Woman
Boys
BY OTHERS:
Dominique (The Singing Nun) (carry-over from late ‘63)
Come See About Me (Supremes)
Baby Love (Supremes)
In the Misty Moonlight (Jerry Wallace)
California Sun (Rivieras)
Louie Louie (The Kingsmen)
Bread and Butter (The Newbeats)
We’ll Sing in the Sunshine (Gale Garnett)
My Boy Lollipop (Millie Small)
Shoop Shoop Song (Betty Everett)
Chapel of Love (Dixie Cups)
Just Like Romeo and Juliet (The Reflections)
Leader of the Pack (The Shangri-Las)
And now we come to the point where my recap of my favorites each year in music must end. For I based this ongoing review on my favorites as I lived through each year, and I didn’t start following “the scene” in popular music until early 1964. Not that there weren't some wonderful songs from earlier (such as Tommy Edwards's It's All In the Game, Jim Lowe's The Green Door, and Gogi Grant's The Wayward Wind); I just didn't get to know these until 1964 or later.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Personal Snippets: 7/23
....I recently saw a Gainesville codes enforcement car pulling out of my subdivision, no doubt investigating the complaint of some vindictive, snitching neighbor against another for excessive grass height and weeds. Meanwhile, the city refuses to keep grass cut on its own land, encouraging snakes and creating worse eyesores to the area than any individual property owner could cause.
....I successfully ran my first cross-country “jog” in a very long time, a 2-mile circuit very close to my home; only drawback was a long stretch of overgrown grass and weeds that my dearly beloved city refuses to properly maintain.
....After years of benign neglect, my Alachua County library system has decided to begin using a collection agency to try to collect overdue material. Good, I think that they need to do something besides just sending people overdue notices. I’ve been known to have overdue books, and this will help me be more responsible and return them on time.
....My workplace permits, under certain conditions, workers to listen to the radio using headsets. But lately, I’ve found the quality of radio programming here to be so poor that, except for 89.1-WUFT (Public Radio), I just keep it off.
....I really should be more proficient when it comes to availing myself of all I see on my computer. For example, I want to be able to write articles in Chinese and Russian on my blog (in order to give fluent readers of those languages something to laugh at), but don’t know how to get the necessary fonts for their distinctive scripts (with the keyboard templates). Blogger has a language-choice option, but it doesn’t enable me to compose anything in another script. I did find two different virtual-script sites that will allow me to compose text in Russian and Chinese, but I don't have the flexibility to edit my writing that I want. The ultimate aim is to write freely on my own. For the time being I'll painstakingly use the virtual script sites, along with my dictionaries and grammars.
....Monday night is now my fun-TV-watching time; it is my “weeknight” night off, so I can watch MSNBC’s Hardball and Countdown--also, the Sci-Fi Channel has been showing 3 hours of Star Trek: The Next Generation. And I dig other shows, like SpongeBob SquarePants, the Science Channel shows, WNBA games, and occasional good movies; it’s a time when I like to settle down in my comfy recliner and soak it all in!.
....The current Atlantic hurricane season has already seen four named storms, pretty high for three weeks into July, but they’ve all been “behaving” so far (veering away from Florida).
....My wife and kids went and saw the blockbuster movie sensation The Dark Knight and all liked it (my son thinks it’s the best movie ever). I’ll wait for the dvd release, but I did see Batman Begins and thought that movie was exceptionally well done (especially Michael Caine’s hilarious butler portrayal).
....School’s approaching, my daughter is entering eighth grade, & I am planning to keep up with things enough to help her with her homework, especially with Logic, Algebra and Latin.
....We’re planning to make another stab at going to the beach in a couple of weeks, this time to Ormond Beach. Hurricanes, take notice and veer!
....I successfully ran my first cross-country “jog” in a very long time, a 2-mile circuit very close to my home; only drawback was a long stretch of overgrown grass and weeds that my dearly beloved city refuses to properly maintain.
....After years of benign neglect, my Alachua County library system has decided to begin using a collection agency to try to collect overdue material. Good, I think that they need to do something besides just sending people overdue notices. I’ve been known to have overdue books, and this will help me be more responsible and return them on time.
....My workplace permits, under certain conditions, workers to listen to the radio using headsets. But lately, I’ve found the quality of radio programming here to be so poor that, except for 89.1-WUFT (Public Radio), I just keep it off.
....I really should be more proficient when it comes to availing myself of all I see on my computer. For example, I want to be able to write articles in Chinese and Russian on my blog (in order to give fluent readers of those languages something to laugh at), but don’t know how to get the necessary fonts for their distinctive scripts (with the keyboard templates). Blogger has a language-choice option, but it doesn’t enable me to compose anything in another script. I did find two different virtual-script sites that will allow me to compose text in Russian and Chinese, but I don't have the flexibility to edit my writing that I want. The ultimate aim is to write freely on my own. For the time being I'll painstakingly use the virtual script sites, along with my dictionaries and grammars.
....Monday night is now my fun-TV-watching time; it is my “weeknight” night off, so I can watch MSNBC’s Hardball and Countdown--also, the Sci-Fi Channel has been showing 3 hours of Star Trek: The Next Generation. And I dig other shows, like SpongeBob SquarePants, the Science Channel shows, WNBA games, and occasional good movies; it’s a time when I like to settle down in my comfy recliner and soak it all in!.
....The current Atlantic hurricane season has already seen four named storms, pretty high for three weeks into July, but they’ve all been “behaving” so far (veering away from Florida).
....My wife and kids went and saw the blockbuster movie sensation The Dark Knight and all liked it (my son thinks it’s the best movie ever). I’ll wait for the dvd release, but I did see Batman Begins and thought that movie was exceptionally well done (especially Michael Caine’s hilarious butler portrayal).
....School’s approaching, my daughter is entering eighth grade, & I am planning to keep up with things enough to help her with her homework, especially with Logic, Algebra and Latin.
....We’re planning to make another stab at going to the beach in a couple of weeks, this time to Ormond Beach. Hurricanes, take notice and veer!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Мой Первый Русский Блог Статья
Это моя первая попытка использовать русский скрипт на моем блоге. Я в 1976 году начинал учиться русскому языку. Сначала мне очень нравился изучать скрипт и грамматику. Но никогда не достигнул уровень компетентно сказать и писать по-русский. Теперь, благодаря интернет, есть бозможность достигать успех с этим. Может быть будут читалели, которые хотели бы писать комментарии. Я знаю, что часто пишу ошибки, но желаю что ради этом методе буду постепенно уличшаться.
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