Constellation of the Month: Virgo (the Maiden)

 

Virgo, the maiden or virgin, is the zodiac sign between Leo and Libra as well the constellation on that celestial belt, prominent in the south in the May evening sky (from the perspective of northern latitudes).  I'm inclined to believe it's also the biggest of the zodiac constellations, taking up a large section of that sector of the sky.  Virgo has one bright, first-magnitude star in Spica, a binary star some 250 light years distant, and which stands out starkly to the naked eye against its relatively faint neighboring stars. A funny, trivial event about Spica occurred when I was in high school...if I still remember it I guess it wasn't so trivial, though.  I was in my senior year sitting in the math library doing homework when a kid a couple of years younger, who attended the same astronomy club meetings as myself, approached me holding a book.  He pointed to the star Spica and asked me how I pronounced it.  I replied "spike-uh" and he triumphally responded "You're wrong, it's "spee-kuh" and pointed to the book's pronunciation guide, which turned out to confirm my version, not his.  Flustered, he just walked away, defeated.  I think I remember that weird, random event because it exemplified the general smartass, know-it-all attitude I encountered among my classmates back then...even decades later, after I began this blog, I got hit with the same hypercompetitive type of petty one-upmanship from kids...now supposedly adults...with whom I attended that high school: I never gave a hoot about how you pronounced something as long as we both understood what we were talking about.  But back to Virgo: this constellation does contain several deep-space Messier objects in a region (see above map for the Virgo Cluster), all of them other galaxies: M49, 58, 59, 60, 61, 84, 86, 87, 89 and 90...whew, that's a lot! But then consider that not only does this cluster contain some 1300-2000 galaxies, but that astronomers regard it as being "small"...I don't know about you, but that makes me feel really, really small in the grand scheme of things...  

When I step outside this time of year to view the night sky, the first star I look for, facing east, is Arcturus in Boötes (the first constellation I wrote about, in June of 2020)...then I trace a line south and west (down and to the right) and there's my old, far-away friend Spica.  And with this article, I've now gone around the sky twice, covering 24 different interesting constellations. Next month I plan to begin Year Three...

Weekly Short Stories: 1984 Science Fiction, Part 3

Here are my reactions to the final three 1984 science fiction short stories appearing in Donald Wollheim's anthology The 1985 Annual World's Best SF, featuring choices from the year before. Let's see...1984 was a special year for me in spectator football: the University of Florida Gators, under head coach Charlie Pell, won their first Southeastern Conference championship ever, but wait: Pell violated some important rules, the championship taken away, and all we got was a new coach, Galen Hall.  The Miami Dolphins had a storybook year under second-year quarterback Dan Marino...it looked for a while as if they might go undefeated.  But their stellar defense from just two years earlier was depleted and they got kicked in the Super Bowl against Joe Montana's San Francisco 49ers.  And now, those stories...

BLOODCHILD by Octavia E. Butler

Not a story for the squeamish, Bloodchild exposes the adaptability of humans to one of the most extreme of conditions: complete subjugation by an alien race that reproduces by infesting their bodies with larvae.  Gross, utterly gross...and fascinating, especially all the rationalization going on from the humans' perspective: it seems that it's possible to develop a good-sounding doctrine for anything, good enough for folks to swallow hook, line and sinker...

THE COMING OF THE GOONGA by Garyl W. Shockley

Sometimes in science fiction stories the aliens are humanoid and very similar to ourselves...in this story they are vastly different, not only in chemistry and structure but how they view their own deaths.  A human exploratory party on such a planet goes into war mode after one of them is killed by a goonga, a native organism their sentient adversaries use as a weapon.  The story is unique, written by an alien after its death...reminds me of a hilarious old John Belushi Saturday Night Live skit where he's a demented sailing ship captain and ends with "Chapter 2: I Was Eaten by Sharks"....

MEDRA by Tanith Lee

Medra is a woman living in isolation on a distant planet, on the 89th floor of the hotel her father had built in a completely abandoned metropolis.  Her waking life is lonely, she being the only human left on this forsaken world, but her dreams liberate her to travel across the universe.  A man lands there on a paid mission to find a fabled weapon of universal destruction.  How she handles him, and what her own true mission is, comes out at the story's end.  It is a brief but beautiful and sad little tale...in a funny way it reminded me of Stephen King's Dark Tower series that I am now rereading...

Next week I start examining 1984 stories from the Gardner Dozois anthology...

NBA Conference Finals Set

Being off more than usual recently has enabled me to better follow what's been going on with the National Basketball Association playoffs, which Sunday entered the conference finals stage with Boston handily beating Milwaukee in their Game 7 and Dallas doing likewise to favored Phoenix.  Now it's Boston vs. Miami and Dallas vs. Golden State, the former starting their series tonight and the latter tomorrow, with subsequent games to be played on alternating evenings.  With the Celtics and Mavericks prevailing, I saw two teams overcoming their opponents' star talent by coalescing as a team and beating their foes to the ball, play after play...that was especially true with the final Dallas-Phoenix game, although the Mavs' Luka Doncic is a premier player, a star on anyone's team.  Three of the four series in this previous round went my way...Phoenix's disaster at home against Dallas was the exception.  But I like who's left in the playoffs and can live with any of them taking the title, although I'd still like to see the Heat face off against (and beat) the Warriors in the final series.  Well, at least through this coming weekend I should be able to watch some of the games until I need to return to work....

Podcaster Discusses Pervasive Brainwashing in Our Time

On one of his Mindset Mentor podcasts last week, motivational coach Rob Dial discusses how our modern society provides ample opportunity for brainwashing us.  To give an example as to how pervasive this is, he cites a Yale University study in which people were asked to read a short passage on an individual and then answer questions regarding him.  But on the way to the study, participants were escorted to the elevator by one of the hosts and then asked to briefly hold a cup of coffee while he tied his shoe...lasting only about 10-15 seconds.  Some participants were handed cups of cold coffee while with others it was hot.  With that being the only difference in how they were treated in the study, the results showed that those who handled the cold cup had a more unfavorable opinion of the story's character, ascribing traits to him like cold and unreliable...the ones with the hot cups answered more that he was engaging and strong.  The point Dial is making is that even with our carefulness about filtering through biased data from media, much more subtle, unconscious "brainwashing" is shaping our opinions.  Maybe we can't catch everything coming at us, but at least we can control to some extent what...and who...we expose ourselves to in order to avoid undue and unwelcome influence.  I don't know if there really exists a reliable news source that isn't trying to influence how I think...just the simple selection of a topic and the order and duration of its presentation send a lot of conscious and unconscious signals.  I'm trying to tone down my exposure to TV news with all the nonverbal cues that are given along with the "facts" that divide the stories into the good people and the bad...maybe the old-fashioned newspaper is due for a comeback, its own built-in bias notwithstanding: at least there the reader can skip over what the editor deems as most important to other more pertinent stories.  Dial also stresses that the very people we interact with, as well as the shows and movies we watch and the music we listen to, can cumulatively play a large role in shaping our opinions and outlook...although we may claim that they are only reflections and affirmations of what we already believe.  In the past few years, I've noted how people on a mass level are irrationally swayed by emotion-tinged issues and how they are presented on social and mass media.  Look, I can't even watch a random commercial anymore without the creepy feeling that I am being taught a lesson in social engineering.  And speaking of commercials, Rob Dial also mentioned them and the shift in advertising strategy over the past few decades from stressing the need for the promoted product or service in favor of creating an emotional desire to purchase it, often through associating it with positive, unrelated symbols and humor: get the suckers to feel better and they're more likely to open up their wallets...

Just Finished Rereading Wolves of the Calla by Stephen King

I first read Stephen King's novel Wolves of the Calla, the fifth installment of his seven-part The Dark Tower fantasy/sci-fi series, around 2008 if memory serves me correctly.  A pretty long book, it was published in 2003...with the series' last two volumes, also fat, released just the following year.  It shows how an accomplished writer like Stephen King could sit down and get stuff done, including finishing a long, drawn-out series, if he is really serious about it: understand, George R.R. Martin?  Wolves of the Calla, unlike the previous book Wizard and Glass, has several stories running concurrently and hops back and forth between them.  The main story, reflecting the book's title, is set on an alternate Earth and the town of Calla Bryn Sturgis, in which every generation or so is beset by what it calls "wolves" invading it and abducting one of every twin pair of children...twins for some reason predominate there.  The taken children are gone for some months and then return with their intelligence mostly gone, to live out the rest of their short existence as "roon".  One of the townsmen, his own children threatened as the robot Andy has forecast the wolves to be coming again soon, rallies the others to finally stand up and fight the wolves...the "priest", a Father Callahan, helps him by saying that there is a group of gunslingers approaching that may be able to help.  The group, or "ka-tet", is none other than series protagonists Roland, Eddie, Susannah, Jake and Oy.  What happens between them and the townsfolk and the eventual encounter with the so-called "wolves" form the basic skeleton of the book, but there are other important subplots including Father Callahan's story and his origin in an earlier Stephen King novel, Susannah's pregnancy and a new multiple personality, and the heroes' attempts to save a cryptic empty Manhattan lot from being bought by nefarious interests...this last story goes to the heart of their quest to find and rescue the Dark Tower, which holds all of reality together through beams that are being destroyed through the efforts of the villainous Crimson King.  Well written and easy to follow, I enjoyed going through this book once again and look forward to the next one, which I'll start reading as soon as I check it out from my library...

Full Lunar Eclipse for Sunday Night/Monday Morning

Melissa brought to my attention that this Sunday night we're having a full lunar eclipse, dubbed "Blood Moon" by apparently melodramatic folks, that should be visible in Gainesville, barring overcast skies or fog.  It is set to begin at 9:32 pm with the penumbral eclipse, progressing to partial eclipse starting at 10:27 and then on to the full eclipse starting at 11:29.  The eclipse reaches its maximum point at 12:11 am Monday morning.  Then the eclipse reverses, the full eclipse ending at 12:53, the partial at 1:55, and the penumbral at 2:50.  A lunar eclipse is different from a solar in that in the latter the effect is caused by the moon blocking the sun while in the former the moon is on the opposite side of Earth from the sun, entering our planet's shadow (or penumbra) to cause the eclipse.  This particular eclipse should be visible for most of North America and South America, but not for the rest of the world.  I'm looking forward to watching it...

Quote of the Week...from Corrie ten Boom

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow.  It empties today of its strength. 

                                     ---Corrie ten Boom

Corrie ten Boom was a resistance fighter for the Dutch against Hitler during World War II.  Other than that, it's all I know of her...her above quote is another one I lifted from the Music Choice Soundscapes channel I get on my Cox Cable TV service.  Regarding the future, I can't blindfold myself and pretend it's not there and that some things aren't coming my way that I need to address.  No, being aware of the future is different from worrying about it, though.  Only in the "now" can one deal with what's on the way, and if no action is necessary or available then there's no point in dwelling on it, is there?  Besides, a lot of stuff that folks worry about never happens, and if it does then it's more likely than not to be less severe than anticipated.  Still, if a pandemic hits us I want to be prepared for it by following the recommended (and sometimes mandated) measures put forth by the medical community...but sitting around deploring what might happen doesn't do anyone any good.  I say, do what you can to meet future challenges...and then be at peace with it...

People Magnets

Some people are like walking Facebook accounts, attracting "likes" and real-life emojis everywhere they go.  I call them "people magnets" as a general term, although the reasons for their popularity are usually more specific.  It's hard for me to criticize any of them for this alone...it's the people hanging all over them that bother me.  Yet, if for the sake of argument at school or my job I was assigned to tutor or train, say, famous pro basketball jock Kevin Durant or rock legend Mick Jagger, in a subject or my assignment for two or three days while in a public setting, I doubt that I could get very much done because of the clear distraction that their presence would cause with others continually dropping by to chime in with them and pour out their affection.  Yet although I actually like both Durant and Jagger, I would be stuck in a situation where I was yoked with someone open to distraction and still being expected to perform my job duties in the middle of it all while both being thoroughly marginalized and thrown completely out of my normal work routine.  But one doesn't need to be a famous athlete or entertainment celebrity to be a people magnet...people attractive to the opposite sex, as well as certain individuals with underground connections and influence, can fulfill this role and, I imagine, are much more likely to plague my humble existence.  But the result is the same: instead of being able to function at work in a respectable manner I would have to endure the repeated encroachment of other people on what I am being forced to do along with being demeaned throughout the process. The only solace is that the "people magnets" tend eventually to move on to other conquests and leave me alone...

Weekly Short Stories: 1984 Science Fiction, Part 2

Below are my reviews of three more science fiction short stories from the year 1984 as they appeared in Donald A. Wollheim's anthology The 1985 Annual World's Best SF, presenting his choices from the preceding year.  Seems like I watched a lot a CNN in '84 as the presidential campaign heated up, incumbent Ronald Reagan suddenly enjoying the benefits of the country's big economic turnaround from recession to boom...the Democrats had a vigorous primary season with candidates like former vice-president Walter "Fritz" Mondale, civil rights activist Jesse Jackson, and upstart Colorado senator Gary Hart.  I thought Mondale, who won his party's nomination, did very well in the debates against Reagan...didn't help him, though, in the general November election that year when Reagan swept to reelection in a landslide.  Oh well, I liked Walter, who passed away just three weeks ago, and thought he would have been a good president.  But back to those stories...

SALVADOR by Lucius Shepard

Sent into a Vietnam-like jungle quagmire of a guerrilla war, this time in Central America, a young soldier has to survive not only the enemy and his own platoon's sadistic leader, but the jungle as well when its own consciousness arises against the carnage inflicted on its people.  Except for the supernatural element, this story reminded me greatly of the movie Platoon in a number of ways.  It also reflected ongoing concerns among many in the 1980s that the U.S. would soon be fighting down there against the leftists...

PRESS ENTER by John Varley

In one of the greatest stories from the 1980s, long before the Internet revolution with all of its ramifications...both for good and for evil...Varley depicts a world wide web with hackers and software algorithms that seem to be able to exert control over the user's mind to the point of brainwashing...any of this remind you of our own day and age, 38 years later?  Chilling: if you already have paranoid tendencies, maybe you should pass on this novella as Big Brother is freaking scary...

THE ALIENS WHO KNEW, I MEAN, EVERYTHING by George Alex Effinger

Human-like aliens land on Earth to help us all...and to tell us what's good and what isn't, even to the point of which movies to watch or music to listen to.  They are solving all our major problems like hunger and war, even providing us with interstellar travel technology.  That's great, but no one can stand them with their superior, critical attitude.  A very funny story that made me wonder if it had anything to do with how others in our real, present world think of Americans...

Next week I conclude my look at Wollheim's book of short science fiction from 1984 before moving on to the Gardner Dozois anthology covering the same year...

Rough Ocean Reminds Me of Upcoming Hurricane Season

Yesterday at Daytona Beach Melissa noted to me that the ocean seemed "angry", with lots of choppiness and medium-to-large waves...the color tended to be greyish-green, kind of stormy looking in spite of the clear skies.  It was very windy as well...must be something brewing offshore.  I was watching The Weather Channel this morning and Stephanie Abrams was discussing a big Atlantic coastal storm, centered off the North Carolina coast and causing problems on their shoreline. The whole storm thing reminded me that we're coming up on the start of the 2022 Atlantic hurricane season, officially beginning on June 1st.  Normally talking about tropical storms this early would seem a bit premature, but in recent years we've seen quite a few named storms in the first couple of months of hurricane season...and even earlier.  In any event, here are the names for 2022...at least through the letter "W": Alex, Bonnie, Colin, Danielle, Earl, Fiona, Gaston, Hermine, Ian, Julia, Karl, Lisa, Martin, Nicole, Owen, Paula, Richard, Shary, Tobias, Virginie, Walter.  In case some of these names seem familiar to you, they're all recycled from 2016...except for M and O (Matthew and Otto were bad enough six years ago to retire).  The general forecasts are for a slightly more active than usual season, so I imagine I'll be tuning in to TWC even more often than usual.  Of course, my favorite scene is of one of their meteorologists "roughing it up" on a threatened beach while pedestrians are casually walking by in the background...I'm sure I'll be watching a few of those this summer/fall...

Podcaster's Not-So-Secret Ingredient for Success: Rest

In one of his Mindset Mentor podcasts last week, personal development coach Rob Dial stressed the need for rest as an essential element of successful endeavor.  Well, I've always felt the same way...whether you are learning something new, working out at a sport, or tackling projects, taking breaks is an important part of consolidating gains and building the body and mind back up.  Dial claims that there is evidence that the brain uses these periods of nonactivity to prioritize what matters most and build the necessary neural networks...sounds right to me.  But in advocating rest, he emphasizes that crashing out in front of the TV or getting hooked for hours on social media or video games doesn't fill the criteria he means for refreshing, reinvigorating rest.  Better to find a quiet, pleasant place to sit or lie and either let the mind focus on the immediate surroundings or give it a positive theme to think about...no point in trying to turn off the thinking since your brain always thinks, just as your heart always beats and your lungs always breathe...but you do have a degree of control over what you're thinking about.  As for me, I find at work that just sitting down for a few seconds at times, taking some slow, deep breaths and looking at the wall facing me...temporarily putting my immediate work out of my thoughts...helps to greatly reduce built-up anxiety and makes me sharper as I return to my tasks while helping to interrupt any negative thinking that I had been engaging in.  On a broader scale, it's also fun to take a day or two off every now and then and either hang out at the house or travel to a pleasant location, which is what Melissa and I just did the last couple of days with our trip to the beach...

The Movie You Can't Take It With You

You Can't Take It with You, which I watched on DVD yesterday, was a successful Broadway play, adapted to screen in 1938 and directed by Frank Capra.  It starred Lionel Barrymore, Jimmy Stewart, and Jean Arthur and garnered the Best Picture Academy Award for that year.  The setting is Manhattan in New York with two families, the rich banking Kirbys and the eccentric Vanderhofs...headed by elderly Martin Vanderhof (Barrymore)...vying for control of a small, strategically located city block.  The Kirby firm's young vice-president Tony (Stewart) has fallen in love with his secretary Alice (Arthur), who happens to be Martin's granddaughter and lives with him in their big house, along with her other sister (and her husband), her mother and father, and two friends invited to stay with them.  Each resident is encouraged to engage in their own personally fulfilling projects, no matter how silly they seem or how much (or little talent) they have...a direct challenge to the "push-push-push" mindset characteristic of the dominant rat-race culture exemplified by the Kirbys.  A culture clash between the two families in inevitable and it unfolds in great comedic form.  It's clear that the Vanderhof way of life is the preferred way and that folks like the Kirbys need to just pick up a harmonica and play along, abandoning their pointless pursuit of worldly wealth: after all, you "can't take it with you".  Although the Vanderhof philosophy of "doing your own thing" is tempting...and I follow it to an extent...I also believe in paying my taxes and see going to work in itself as good, too.  Even Martin Vanderhof employed a couple for housekeeping and cooking at their home: these two weren't in a position to just stay at home and collect stamps.  I thought the movie was great, but I first saw You Can't Take It with You on TV in a PBS Great Performances Broadway show in the 1980s starring Jason Robards as Martin Vanderhof...he was remarkable.  As for Frank Capra, who directed several memorable movies of that bygone era, my first exposure to his work curiously wasn't with feature length movies, but with the Bell Science films we used to watch in elementary school during the late 1960s...my favorite one that Capra directed was The Strange Case of the Cosmic Ray.  Going back to You Can't Take It with You, I guess the main thing I got from it is that you have to be true to yourself and not let your life become submerged and dominated by others... 

Enjoying Watching Televised Kentucky Derby Coverage This Afternoon

I've been sitting here at home today watching the afternoon's buildup to the annual Kentucky Derby, three-year-old thoroughbred horse racing's first jewel in the Triple Crown.  Last year Medina Spirit, trained by Bob Baffert, won a close race over Mandaloun but was eventually disqualified over the failure of a post-race drug test while Baffert was suspended...technically, he is barred from active participation in any of this year's Triple Crown events although he has trained two of the more favored horses in the field of twenty, Taiba and Messier up to six weeks before race time.  Other favorites in 2022 are Zandon, Epicenter, White Abarrio and Mo Donegal.  I like Baffert and miss his presence...seems at least to me like the violation was a kind of "gotcha" thing that some in racing authority wanted to hang on him...well, that's just my own take.  Still, I'll be rooting for both Messier and Taiba to do well when the race goes off, planned starting time around 6:57 pm...I also like White Abarrio.  The event at Churchill Downs in Louisville, Kentucky is always a big fashion event with outrageously colored outfits worn by both women and men as well as heavily ornate hats...if you're into that sort of thing.  NBC's ongoing coverage is showing other races on the program at Churchill Downs leading up to the headline Derby...it's fun picking a horse and seeing how it runs.  If I were into horse racing more, I would be following earlier qualifying races in other locations such as the Florida Derby, Blue Grass, Wood Memorial, Santa Anita, Louisiana and Arkansas...I'm sure it would make what happens later today more meaningful.  I just hope that whichever horse wins the Derby this year won't have the victory later snatched away...

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Afterward...wow, in one of the greatest upsets in the history of horse racing, 80-1 longshot Rich Strike came from behind at the end, edging race favorite Epicenter for the victory. This horse, a couple of days ago, wasn't even in the field of twenty but only got entered at the last minute when another horse was scratched. UNBELIEVABLE!

Quote of the Week...from Eleanor Roosevelt

If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor.   ---Eleanor Roosevelt

Eleanor Roosevelt, America's First Lady during her husband Franklin Delano's tenure in office from 1933 until his death in 1945, has several good quotes...this one I picked up off my Music Choice Soundscapes channel.  I personally dislike breaks in the continuity of my routine existence, but unpredictable "stuff" happens and I'm sometimes forced to deal with unfortunate events and their consequences.  A discouraging medical diagnosis, auto accident, one of my loved ones having employment or financial issues...these things and more can cause one to feel as if life is throwing a curve ball at them.  But as Eleanor Roosevelt said, it's the unpredictability in life that gives it its flavor...well, some of the flavor at least, and that flavor isn't always palatable.  When a hurricane strikes...or a pandemic or war...those are not exactly desirable things to have to endure, not to mention demagogic fascist politicians and their throngs of brainless worshipers rising out of the general population like the living dead.  But they do make life more interesting, although the flavor is sometimes nauseating.  For me, though, I can come up with my own projects to challenge me, thank you, and can do without such unwelcome intrusions...still, I try to maintain a sense of perspective about it all.  What hurts me, though, is when those I care most about and deeply love are adversely affected by unanticipated reversals and are unfairly suffering the consequences, especially when those causing the trouble are walking around acting so high and holy...if there's no accountability for these lowlifes in this world then perhaps there will be in the world beyond...

Just Finished Rereading Wizard and Glass by Stephen King

Wizard and Glass is the fourth novel in Stephen King's seven-part fantasy/science fiction series The Dark Tower, published a year before the renowned popular writer was nearly killed when he was run over by a van while walking down a country Maine road...that incident would greatly influence how he concluded this series five years later.  In Wizard and Glass, protagonist gunslinger Roland Deschain and his "ka-tet" of fellow quest travelers Eddie, Susannah, Jake and Oy have just survived riding on a maniacal train named Blaine, which has deposited them in an area very much like Kansas but different in various aspects.  While they recover there, Roland relates his promised story about what had earlier happened in his life at the Barony of Mejis, in which he and two friends, Cuthbert and Alain, discover evidence of insurrection by John Farson, enemy of the established order and general destroyer of civilized society.  It's all a part of the mystery surrounding the Dark Tower, which seems to hold all of reality together and which is under siege from a sinister power...this is Roland's quest, to find the Tower and restore order.  In Mejis he encounters Susan Delgado, a young woman already promised to bear an heir to the town's mayor ...Roland and she fall in love, and the story is divided between their relationship and the simmering clandestine rebellion known to many of the area's residents.  It's a tragic tale but very exciting, with the evil Rhea the Crone as a kind of witch with possession of an equally evil glass through which she can view others...very much like that globe the Wicked Witch of the West uses in The Wizard of Oz.  Wizard and Glass is the most coherent of the seven main Dark Tower novels, and this alone makes it stand out.  But you really need to read the first three in the series in order to know what's going on.  I first read this series more than a decade ago...it's fun to reacquaint myself with its remarkable characters and vistas... 

Weekly Short Stories: 1984 Science Fiction, Part 1

Today I advance a year in my reviewing of old science fiction short stories to the year 1984 and return for a while to Donald A. Wollheim's anthology series, this volume titled The 1985 Annual World's Best SF, presenting stories he selected from the previous year.  In '84 I was single, living a frugal existence in southwest Gainesville in a studio apartment across the field on Windmeadows Boulevard from my workplace, where I worked as a cook in a Chinese restaurant.  I had moved to this area because it seemed quieter...exactly the opposite of what it is like today.  But back to those stories...

THE PICTURE MAN by John Dalmas

The protagonist/scientist (a good way to quickly identify a story as science fiction) one night discovers a vagrant rummaging through his garbage.  On impulse he invites him in, feeds him and lets him clean up, providing him with fresh, clean clothes.  In gratitude the man, identifying himself as a handyman with a Finnish background, asks his generous host to take a Polaroid picture of him.  The resulting photos are of different scenes that Jaakko Savimaki's mind unconsciously projects onto film.  When he's recommended to the college's scientists for an interview, the stakes grow to the point where there is a danger of his exploitation or worse. I thought the author could have done better with this interesting idea, but he did make the characters' respective personalities stand out well... 

CASH CROP by Connie Willis

In a future of interstellar travel and settlement, one planet's settlement cannot grow like the others because of the constantly mutating scarlet fever variety there that keeps the population sick and dying.  One little girl seems resistant to it...or is she? A story about how distant settlements might be unfairly treated by the main suppliers, a possible analogy to how in our day wealthy nations treat the poor ones, taking advantage of their natural resources while keeping the population in a precarious state of dependence...

WE REMEMBER BABYLON by Ian Watson

Alexander and Deborah...from different backgrounds in the story's future America...visit a newly resurrected Babylon in the Arizona desert, specially built and designed to recreate as much as possible about this ancient city in order to possibly glean some insight to help humanity get through the future.  The setting is Alexander the Great's final days of sickness in his empire's capital city.  The two visitors get to know the city and its culture...Deborah even goes up the Tower of Babel, which I thought was only mythical.  Alexander has a conversation with his perpetually dying namesake (or should I say the actor who portrays him).  I'm not sure what the point of this story was other than try to give a sense of what Babylon may have been like...which seems like a pretty sorry, miserable place if you ask me.  But to derive some insight from its re-creation with folks from the present filling the various roles seems like an exercise in folly...

WHAT MAKES US HUMAN by Stephen R. Donaldson

It is the future and humanity has travelled the stars, albeit slowly, staying well under the barrier of the speed of light.  One settlement, on the planet Aster, after earlier losing its knowledge of technology, has rebuilt it and is on its own interstellar voyage with all but two of its passengers in deep sleep.  The couple that is awake takes turns with the others in maintaining the ship...on this shift trouble comes in an alien robot ship that has them tagged for destruction.  The story's ending demonstrates the wily boldness that exemplifies humanity at its greatest,...probably what the author had in mind with its title...

Next week: more from 1984 and Donald A. Wollheim's sci-fi anthology...

Three Good Teachers on Teacher Appreciation Day

Today is National Teacher Appreciation Day...I discovered that this morning while watching The Weather Channel...my main source of news this days.  Although I've been critical in general of the educational system I lived through during my childhood and early adult years, there were three teachers who stood out at different stages.  When I first went to school in September, 1962 at Boulevard Heights Elementary School in West Hollywood, Florida, I had skipped the kindergarten year that seems to be such a heavily-stressed requirement for kids nowadays. No problem, for Mrs. Parsons, my first-grade teacher, made sure that we kids covered the basics of reading, writing, counting and elementary arithmetic.  There's no doubt in my mind that I was fortunate to be blessed with this great teacher who got everyone on the right track in their educational "careers".  Years later, in my senior year of high school at Nova in 1973-74, I had what in retrospect was my only truly effective math teacher since the early elementary school years, Mr. Buttles, who introduced us to calculus.  For some reason, schools...at least the ones I went to...had a major problem with teaching mathematics on any level.  In some classes they just sat you down and you went through the textbooks on your own with teachers present only if you needed special help with a problem or concepts while others had the teacher standing up front...not actually teaching anything...letting the students pretty much run the class: these were the so-called "advance level" math classes I regret ever having taken.  But Mr. Buttles stuck to the good old traditional way of teaching, going chapter by chapter and writing on the chalkboard each new concept and patiently explaining them to us...sometimes good teaching is being simple and plain with the presentation.  Finally, in my first year at Broward Community College the very next year, Mr. Hill was the teacher lecturing in general chemistry.  Much of the material we covered there I had already studied in high school, but he presented things in such an organized, deliberate manner that I was able to pick up things that I missed in the previous years.  He was very respectful of the students, pausing several times each lecture to allow for students' questions, which he strongly encouraged.  To this day I hold Mr. Hill as the supreme model of how a teacher should conduct a class and relate to the students...

Parsons, Buttles, and Hill...I appreciate you and remember you for standing out high above the often-mediocre teachers I had to suffer throughout my school years.  I know, that doesn't sound very much like a ringing endorsement of teachers in general, but I do know a good teacher when I see one.  By the way, I never saw any teacher as a replacement for my own parents...even in the first grade...and in turn they never acted like they were personally involved in my welfare (nor did I ever expect them to).  Yet the best of the best conducted themselves in a professional manner and actually taught...

Podcaster Rob Dial Talks about Our Amazing Lives and Gratitude

In his Friday Mindset Mentor podcast last week, personal development coach Rob Dial focused on how life is amazing and how gratitude is an effective tool to turn one's mind to what is truly important in it.  He cites a couple of examples, the first being how people tend to complain about being delayed during their airplane flights instead of stopping to think how amazing that it is traveling this way, especially considering how people used to get from one place to another over the span of our collective existence: imagine, you're actually sitting on a chair in the sky!  The other example he gives was how people either take their smartphones for granted or regard it as a bad thing.  Dial counters that a cell phone is just a piece of technology, neither good nor bad.  Yet it has tremendous power as he lists the myriad uses available from it...including the ability to access a huge portion of humanity's knowledge.  I suppose that the younger you are the less impressed you are by the digital technology that pervades our lives, just as only a few decades ago there were people whose idea of traveling to Europe or other continents was to get on a boat for weeks, instead of hours by jet that we're accustomed to.  Staying within a state of gratitude and aware of the amazing things in our lives, Rob Dial concludes, makes us more readily able to confront challenging situations with a sense of proper perspective while keeping us in a more positive and constructive attitude.  This all sounds totally self-evident to me, but I admit to getting caught up in the stress of day-to-day living and losing sight at times of the remarkable things we have around us today... 

Enjoying Watching Televised Sports This Weekend

This weekend I've been enjoying watching various sports on TV...baseball, golf, soccer and basketball to be specific.  The resurrected United States Football League, a second-tier professional league, has eight teams, each one using the nicknames of those in the old eighties' version of the USFL.  The stadiums where the games are played are essentially empty: this is a purely televised venture.  Although Tampa Bay is represented, again as the Bandits, I have difficulty getting into the games. I think the overriding reason is that these secondary leagues have a dismal survival rate and how the teams do in the standings and playoffs won't matter a whit as, most likely, no one will even remember the league in a few years, much less what happens in 2022...

  

They've been showing the Philadelphia Phillies on TV recently and I've gotten to know the team better...my favorite player of theirs so far is outfielder Kyle Schwarber.  In an earlier game against Milwaukee the plate umpire was way off, calling strikes on many pitches out of the strike zone...at the end of the game Shwarber was called out on strikes from an obviously outside pitch and he lost it, heatedly lecturing the umpire on the parameters of the strike zone and, of course, getting thrown out of the game.  He's a clutch hitter to match his passion for the game...tonight after New York Mets ace Max Scherzer struck out the first five Phillies batters, Schwarber came to the plate and, after Scherzer throw a high inside brushback fastball, knocked the next pitch out of the park.  He then proceeded to hit another homer the next time up...these are the kinds of players who cause me to root for their teams...  

In pro golf, I was watching the PGA Mexico Open tournament this weekend, held at a resort city in Baja California.  Jon Rahm pulled off a one-stroke victory over three other contenders, with several golfers still in contention on Sunday afternoon.  Other than Rahm and Kurt Kitayama, who was one of the three just behind the winner, I didn't recognize the names of the top finishers...definitely a problem I have with this sport.  Still, I enjoyed watching the players work their way through the course...

In soccer my focus was on the Mexican premier league (Liga MX) as they completed their regular season today.  In Liga MX they have two completely distinct seasons per year...this one, called Clausura, will begin the preliminary playoffs among the 5-12 finishers to determine who gets to play in the "real" playoffs, called Liguilla.  In this, Liga MX is like what the National Basketball Association is now doing with its gimmick of having the 7-10 finishers in each conference undergo a "play-in" series to finalize the playoff lineup.  My favorite Mexican team, UANL-Tigres, finished 2nd in the regular season and I have high hopes for them in the Liguilla...

Speaking of the NBA playoffs, the second round has begun with clear personal preferences for each of the four series: Boston over Milwaukee, Miami over Philadelphia, Phoenix over Dallas and Golden State over Memphis...that's how I want it to happen, anyway.  Boston didn't do well in their first game against the Bucks, but the Warriors managed an exciting one-point road win against the Grizzlies...

Now back to that Phillies-Mets game, entering the late innings with home team New York ahead 6-4...

My April, 2022 Running and Walking Report

Let's just cut to the chase and say that I walked a lot in April and ran much, much more, doing both on all the days of the month and running the Florida Track Club's Headwaters 5K race on the 9th here in northern Gainesville.  With walking I'm not intentionally doing anything other than accumulate mileage on my Fitbit...most of it comes from my workplace, which is a nice-sized warehouse that demands a lot of steps over the course of a shift.  The running I have to purposefully set out to accomplish, mostly during the morning, but seem to be increasing my distances and endurance quite well...no adverse effects that I can detect.  Unfortunately, the seasonal change here where I live in northern Florida spells out an immediate future of hot weather for several months...inhospitable for outdoor distance training and no distance races (10K or longer) in sight until October.  So, in all likelihood I will probably taper my running a little and intentionally walk more.  Also, since Gainesville's free 5K Depot Parkrun takes place every Saturday morning, I'll try to get in at least one race in May.  There is supposedly the Mayday Glow Run 5K scheduled in Jonesville (just west of Gainesville) on Saturday, the 7th, but I plan to be out of town then and, besides, this race's organizers don't seem to be too interested in providing needed information about its scheduled time and registration.  Oh well, maybe they'll figure it all out in time, good luck with that...