My May 2021 Running and Walking Report

For May I ran a total of 107 miles with 5.2 miles being my longest single run...I missed but one day running for the month.  At the same time I amassed 124 walking miles, much of it from my normal workplace activity and several long walks on Daytona Beach with Melissa on our vacation stay there late in May. Already a Florida Track Club member, I had signed up to participate in the track meet they held on Friday evening, May 7th, at Fred Cone Park in eastern Gainesville.  But upon further examining their schedule of events within the meet, I felt they were bunched too closely together and didn't allow for a slower, 64-year-old runner as myself: the 5,000 meter race on their website was purportedly for runners at their own pace but they only allowed 30 minutes before the next one was to start.  From this I got the impression, possibly erroneously, that the FTC was focusing on this event more as one for the more elite runners...so I skipped it.  However, later in the month I found out that the free weekly 5K Saturday morning runs at Gainesville's Depot Park were resuming...I completed the race on 5/29 with an average (for me, lately) time of 30:50.  If you want to participate in this "Depot Parkrun", as they call it, get on that website, preregister, and print off the barcodes they provide.  Then bring one with you to the next race and your time will be recorded and posted online: pretty good deal!  For June, I see myself continuing my running in moderation and trying out another Parkrun, trying to get my finishing time below 30 minutes.  As for walking, it seems that just going about my usual daily business automatically produces the miles...

Great Old TV Episodes...from Through the Wormhole

This week's featured episode is IS TIME TRAVEL POSSIBLE? from the popular science series Through the Wormhole, specifically #3 from Season 1, originally aired in June, 2010. A few years ago I had The Science Channel as part of my cable television premium service...eventually one day I reevaluated some of what we were paying for and decided to delete the package of channels that included it.  But while we still received it from 2010 through 2017 this channel featured the series Through the Wormhole, narrated by actor Morgan Freeman, that probed into different deep topics of cosmology, physics, and even metaphysics.  To me this was a step up from the Cosmos series and which, while avoiding the high mathematics and science in these areas, still provided a nexus between the scientific community researching them and people at large...something our society, so much of it in science denial and ignorance, desperately needs.  One of the topics often covered is time, and one of my favorite episodes is this one on time travel.  As usual, Morgan introduces it with a poignant memory, this one from his childhood days with his grandmother, and then one supposition after another about the nature of time gets scientifically laid out, ideas many of which I had been maintaining as a non-scientist for years: it was an episode of personal affirmation for me! The two most prominent points the show made in this regard were (1) that all that ever happened, is happening, and will happen are equally a fundamental, transcendentally existing part of reality and (2) the concept of "now" is a subjective...not objectively discernible or provable...element of time.  As for the series Through the Wormhole as a whole, I always rejoiced (and laughed) at the often unbridled joy and enthusiasm of the various featured scientists as they discussed their theories and discoveries: these folks know how to live!  Unfortunately, I can't find this series on any channel right now, except for some on YouTube.  I'm considering purchasing the complete set on DVD, but there seems to understandably be a run on it and they're out of stock...also, my library doesn't have any DVDs to check out, either. But let's return to that "time" episode and an important quote from Morgan Freeman: "Time is not universal.  The strange truth is, time is personal"...    

Ran Gainesville's Depot Parkrun 5K This Morning

After signing up for the Florida Track Club's track meet at Fred Cone Park on the 7th of May and then skipping it, I was gratified to learn that the Deport Parkrun had resumed its free Saturday morning 5K races at Depot Park here in Gainesville: here was a chance after all for me to get a race in during May! So this morning I got up a little past six and went down there to join the other early-risers for the 7:30 event.  The organizers and volunteers had everything going smoothly and were very friendly and encouraging.  To run this event you need to preregister online, from which you will be given barcodes to print out and take with you to the race.  Then, when you finish, a volunteer will hand you another barcoded card for you to take with your own barcode slip to the scanning station.  There the results are entered and later posted online on their website...click here to view today's results.  The skies for this morning were clear and at race time the temperature was 71 with 86% humidity.  The course undulates through the park and, although not exactly hilly, does slope a bit here and there.  It's also very pretty with some neat scenery to look at.  The 3.1 mile length is divided into 4 laps on the course, so it's easy to judge your own progress after each one with a volunteer barking out the split time as you pass by.  For the first couple of laps I felt very rough and out of shape, with some runners passing me...but with lap #3 onward to the end I settled into my familiar "groove" and drew on those energy reserves I knew I had, finishing strong.  I ended with a time of 30:50, not my best but better than the 32:40 I ran at last month's Headwaters 5K.  Since it's held at Depot Park there are restroom facilities...as well as water for those who didn't bring their own hydration.  Today's run went very well for me and although I didn't achieve an unspoken goal to break 30 minutes, I feel hopeful that in the weeks to come this will happen...

Quote of the Week...from Psyche Roxas-Menoza

Every time I stand before a beautiful beach, its waves seem to whisper to me: If you choose the simple things and find joy in nature's simple treasures, life and living need not be so hard.

                                                     ---Psyche Roxas-Mendoza

Psyche Roxas-Mendoza is a writer and editor from the Philippines...I admit to no knowledge of her other than this fantastic quote of hers, which I intend to use as a segue to this article about Melissa and my vacation beach trip to Daytona Beach for the previous four days. We arrived there late Sunday afternoon, staying again at our favorite hotel until yesterday.  We were originally booked for a room with a smaller balcony and a side view of both the ocean and city, but when our door's lock malfunctioned they moved us without the usual extra charge to an oceanfront room. This was fortuitous as we both enjoyed a lot of time on that balcony and could view from it the second "Super Moon" in as many months as it rose from the southeastern horizon in the constellation Scorpius.  We also did a lot of walking up and down the beach, during both high and low tides when its character and size drastically change.  On Wednesday afternoon we were walking southward back to our hotel when Melissa noticed a strange trail in the sky: it was from the SpaceX rocket launch just a few minutes earlier.  Over our stay we deliberately kept it all simple, mainly enjoying the beach and our hotel's fine pool area while going out to local restaurants like Aunt Catfish, Charlie Horse and Don Pepper's.  After checking out Thursday the two of us paid a visit down memory lane at Ormond Beach's Pirates Cove miniature golf course where we would play years ago while our children were growing up.  But more than anything we enjoyed each other's company and the simplicity and beauty of the beach, with all its different kinds of birds, interesting cloud formations and fellow human visitors...the last of which, gratefully, there weren't that many... 

Just Finished Reading Traveling with Pomegranates by Sue Monk Kidd and Ann Kidd Taylor

In 2009 mother-and-daughter writers Sue Monk Kidd and Ann Kidd Taylor collaborated on the book Traveling with Pomegranates, in which each of them recount through alternating chapters their travels together from preceding years through Greece, Turkey and France.  I just finished reading it and can understand the wide range of reactions I subsequently discovered about it on the Goodreads review site.  Especially with the mother, they have this privileged air about them that it's nothing to just take off on trips to exotic places and have the locals there expected to cater to their every whim while they are totally focused on themselves, taking every statue, exhibit, painting, or happenstance occurrence and interpreting them in the most detailed ways about their personal selves...yes, this got tedious for me in a hurry.  Before I began reading it I thought it would be something of a travelogue of these two women's experiences, and to an extent it was, making me want to see and experience some of the things that they did.  Although I feel the two went way overboard about personalizing everything and everyone they encountered, as a reader I also understood that each of us has our own personal voyages, and to us these voyages are of the utmost significance and interest: it's just that I think that others probably aren't going to remotely share my own interpretations with the same enthusiasm that they mean to me.  You know what I'm saying: just think of someone in your own life whose entire conversational style with you is focused on talking about themselves, and you're just an unimportant bystander whose role seems to be to receive everything spoken with vigorous head-nodding and affirmatory verbal utterances.  On the other hand, Kidd and Taylor's book is clearly autobiographical in its theme, and let's face it: folks who write autobiographies are talking about themselves, which is why they're called autobiographies: the root "auto" means "self".  This very blog of mine has strong autobiographical elements to it as well...I share experiences that I feel have a possible universal application to others, and I imagine that what this book's authors are doing is very similar.  Each of them discusses a change not only in their life phases...Sue entering her elderly years while unsure about writing her first novel while Ann is a young adult unsure as well of her own future and depressed about recent rejection...but also their changing relationship to one another.  Both of them use their travel experiences with Greek mythological characters like Athena, Demeter, Persephone along with the widely different representations of Mary, Jesus' mother in Greece, Turkey and France to symbolize their own identities and life direction.  One thing that struck me was that, especially with Sue, they felt the need to travel to some exotic locale in order to experience an epiphany moment, but I remember the Robert Pirsig quote, "The only Zen you'll find at the mountaintop is the Zen you took with you." To that effect I have discovered that while traveling in itself is fun and meaningful, the greatest positive changes I've made in my life, along with the most profound introspective moments that revealed who I was, came about during my ordinary day-to-day living and routines.  But to each his own, and I enjoyed Traveling with Pomegranates.  And you have to grant this concession to the authors as well: when someone is baring their soul to you in an honest manner, they will also be revealing aspects of their personality and character you might find just a wee bit disagreeable...that shouldn't detract from the reading experience, but rather challenge the reader with their own introspection... 

Weekly Short Stories: 1972 Science Fiction, Part 1

Today I jump onward to a new year in my ongoing project of reviewing selected old science fiction short stories: 1972, as they appeared in the anthology The 1973 World's Best SF, edited by Donald Wollheim and Arthur Saha and containing their personal choices as the best in the genre from the preceding year.  In my personal life I was going from the tenth to eleventh grade in high school...books like Lord Jim, The Catcher in the Rye and The Great Gatsby were English class assignments.  Early that year I wrote my first lengthy paper, a composition about Bob Dylan and his song lyrics...it was a chore to do but the teacher liked it a lot.  In the world "out there" humans landed on the moon in December 1972 and haven't been back since, while the NFL's Miami Dolphins ran the table, going undefeated the regular season and playoffs...this also hasn't been done by anyone since.  Here are my reactions to the first three stories in Wollheim's book... 

GOAT SONG by Poul Anderson

In this story Anderson envisioned a future in which humanity had gradually abandoned its responsibilities over the years to machines and computers, to the culminating point in which a supreme artificial intelligence has emerged to dominate people's lives in every facet...with an "iron" fist, so to speak: sounds like we're well on that path already, doesn't it?  A man given to provocative poetry and strange music whose love died wants the governing SUM machine empire to resurrect her as its ideology claims to be possible, but first he must past the test.  This tale contains a lot of poetic language while exposing people's superstitious natures and our tendency to sink into dependency on other parties for comfort and convenience's sake... 

THE MAN WHO WALKED HOME by James Tiptree, Jr.

Out in the remote western United States a time travel experiment goes terribly awry, leading directly to a worldwide cataclysm that brings civilization to its knees. The time traveler, astronaut John Delgano, is still seen once a year at the epicenter for only a few short seconds...over the decades and centuries this event becomes a big local event drawing crowds as well as superstition and religious movements. It's all very mystifying and confusing, but the ending of this disturbing tale does explain the state of things pretty well while bringing up a completely unique angle on this well-worn topic of time travel... 

OH, VALINDA! by Michael G. Coney

On a distant world with a developing humanoid civilization, Earthmen are there exploiting the resources for profit...while withholding technology that could help the native Canteks escape their dependence on fossil fuels and the ensuing planet-wide pollution.  In the Earthling-owned polar region two opposing camps are racing to the marketplace...with giant worms underneath their respective icebergs propelling them onward: what a cool science fiction concept.  In one party two men have hired a Cantek expert on these worms, Skunder, to try and beat out their opponent.  But Skunder, with the fresh memory of his beloved Valinda dying due to the earlier negligence of that opponent, has his own agenda for the mission.  A story about prejudice, honor, and revenge...

Next week I continue my look at sci-fi short stories from 1972...

Game of the Week: Qix

 

Qix was an old Atari video game from the 1980s, later adapted to arcade game format...at least that's the way I remember it.  After Pong of the late 1970s, it became my favorite computer game...all because my brother-in-law Keith had left it with Melissa and me after we married in 1986.  When I applied to the Postal Service in late 1986 for a clerk position with their new letter-sorting machine (LSM), I realized after taking the exam that I would need to practice my dexterity with the keyboard.  Qix was played on the Atari (attachable through cables to the back of any TV then) as a small cartridge you jam into the top of the console...this computer also had the Basic computer language built into it, so I was able to program it to throw iterations of random number chains on the screen at time intervals roughly emulating the procession of letters with their addresses on the LSM...in the summer of '87 this greatly helped me gain that manual dexterity required for the job I was hired for in late September that year.  But when I wasn't training for my job on the Atari, I enjoyed playing Qix...and I got pretty doggone good at it!  The game's object is to draw Etch-a-Sketch-like lines enclosing spaces on the screen's rectangular grid, trying to avoid the randomly-moving Qix in the process while amassing as high a score as possible: should Qix cut through a line in progress the game is over! In the arcade game version above, the player is going up on the left part of the screen, trying to connect to another side before that fluctuating pattern on the right can hit it.  And time is of the essence: another icon, Sparx, moves along the lines already drawn and can end the game if it ever catches up with the player.  Over the course of time I developed some pretty nifty strategies for victory, but I don't even know if we still have the game or that ancient console: too bad, I feel a sentimental attachment to it all...

A Little Metaphysical Diversion Into Time and Subjective Existence

Many of the stories I read...especially in the science fiction genre...elicit speculation about the nature of reality, especially as it pertains to time: Kurt Vonnegut's brilliant novel Slaughterhouse Five is a prime example. Much of religion as I see it is based on people's projection of themselves within a universe carrying on with its reality after their deaths...the notion that there will be a year, say, 2200, in which they won't be around is very difficult for many to accept...so they desperately cling to what they consider to be the best belief system that puts at least their spirit, if not their body, in that temporal reality with everyone else.  Conversely, pretty much no one is especially concerned that before their conception and birth, reality stretched far into the past...at last estimate, some 13.8 billion years (and they weren't alive in all that time).  Yet as far as science...specifically, physics...is concerned, the laws work the same way whether you go forward or backward in time...the "progression" of time into the future is to some merely an expression of the general principle of entropy, i.e. the breaking down of complex, higher-energy forms and systems into those simpler and of lower energy.  The notion that my life span, bordered by both its temporal beginning and ending, will always possess an essential reality within the fabric of the universe, is something that very few people subscribe to: we're social creatures, and the idea that I am leaving this world while everyone else keeps going on just doesn't wash on an instinctual level...hence the religion that keeps us in a sort of community.  Spatially, it is no stretch to say that we as individuals can't be everywhere...our physical location pinpoints where and who we are in reality...but we have a problem saying that we temporally cannot be everywhen, but this equally-limiting factor is also a crucial element of defining our existence within the greater domain of reality.  There is the objective mega-universe equally existent everywhere at all points of time and then there is the personal, subjective universe that corresponds to our individual courses through each of our respective lives in our limited space and time with our experiences...

Great Old TV Episodes...from Monk

MR. MONK AND THE GAME SHOW, from the series Monk's third season in 2004, is one of those episodes I first saw at its very end...and it's that ending that makes it stand out so much for me as one of most hilarious episodes of a mystery show.  Later on, though, I saw it in its entirety, and while still excellent it seemed much sadder.  Former San Francisco police detective Adrian Monk, played by Tony Shalhoub, left the force after his wife was murdered...it's unsolved...and his pronounced obsessive-compulsive disorder sidelined him.  In the series he pays his bills working as a paid consultant for the police, and they often partner together to solve crimes and mysteries.  His father-in-law, who happens to be a big TV executive, leans on Monk in this episode to surreptitiously investigate what he suspects to be corrupt tampering on one of his quiz game shows: the host seems to be in collusion with a particular contestant who seems unstoppable with his constant winning and improbable answers to even the most obscure questions.  The "accidental" death of one of the show's staff adds a new dimension to the story, and Monk decides that he needs to get on the show as one of its contestants in order to discern what is really going on.  His OCD comes out strong when he keeps polishing clean his answer buzzer, constantly setting it off and annoying the host and everyone else...but soon enough he solves the secret plot and exposes it all live, on the air, with a great comedic twist and an uncannily accurate hunch. But I won't give it away here, you'll have to watch it yourself...

Monk is one of those series of which I've missed the greater part, not because it's a bad series...no, it's a great series...but because my ongoing life at the time always seemed to conflict with the aired episodes.  Now, though, at least for the time being I can view the series for "free" on Amazon Prime Video since I'm a paid subscriber already...I think I'll now try out another episode...

Just Finished Reading All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque

Erich Maria Remarque's groundbreaking exposé novel All Quiet on the Western Front came out in 1929, originally written in German as Im Westen Nichts Neues.  A German, he served in World War I on that Western Front in France and suffered leg wounds during trench combat in 1917.  The book would be adapted to film in 1930...both versions are considered to be at the apex of their respective art forms.  I finally got around to reading the book and strongly agree that it is an immortal classic of great literature.  The first-person narrative is by the young German Paul Bäumer as he recounts his ongoing trench warfare experiences in France with memories of his earlier life in Germany.  He is tightly bonded with his fellow soldiers...some of them friends from his home town: Müller, Kropp, Leer, Tjaden...and "Kat" Katczinsky, the last a seasoned, older soldier with whom he forms the closest bond.  The story covers their gradual attrition over the course of months, the shortness of rations and necessary equipment, the often abusive treatment they get from higher-ups in the military, the scary visits to military hospitals with surgeons bent on experimentation, and the almost total disconnect from others when they go on leave to their respective homes.  More than anything this story is a stark reminder that war is decided by the powerful few and inflicted on the powerless masses...Bäumer sees the Russian POWs and a dying French soldier as closer to him than those in charge on his own side.  In short, this was seen as a dangerous, subversive piece of literature by both the emerging Nazis in the 1930s, as well as by many in the West who felt it spoke against the military too harshly: both book and film found themselves banned in different places.  I recently checked out this powerful movie from my library and saw it (see above picture). Not only was there a TV movie version made in 1979 starring Richard Thomas and Ernest Borgnine (available on YouTube), but I hear that Netflix is currently filming a new version right now.  You can read All Quiet on the Western Front on pdf by hitting this link.  Read it: even if you are pacifistic to begin with, the vividness of the narrative is so piercing that it will only reinforce your already-held beliefs.  And if you're one of those flag-waving pro-war "patriots", you're probably so stuck in your own narrative that nothing...not even this...will shake you out of your bubble...

Quote of the Week...from Bruce Lee

Everyone wants to learn how to win, but no one wants to learn how to accept defeat.

                                                                                     ---Bruce Lee

The other day I encountered a quote by the late Bruce Lee, who achieved worldwide renown for his martial arts skills and movies, in which he exhorted people not to put themselves down before others.  So I checked out some more of his quotes...the dude had a treasure trove of very wise sayings! The above quote is an example of how I can take something that's true and either apply it to others or...more helpfully and with greater difficulty...apply it to myself.  It's very easy to look at the sorest loser I've ever known...Donald Trump...and see the repercussions when someone with this extreme character flaw amasses power as United States President. I've known a number of people personally over the years...especially in my old school days...with the same glaring problem.  Yet if I'm honest with myself I have to admit that I also have had difficulty at times reconciling myself to defeat.  When you refuse to acknowledge that you lost, you can neither put closure to the experience nor properly analyze the causes of your reversal and move onward to tackle the next challenge armed with more wisdom gained from that experience.  Recently Liz Cheney, daughter of former vice president Dick Cheney and an articulate, strong conservative voice, lost a leadership position within her Republican caucus in the U.S. House of Representative because she would not bow before Trump and support his lie of not having lost last November's election to Biden.  It's been said that Republicans at-large by a 70-30% margin support Trump's contention that he actually won that election...much of that sentiment I believe arises from their very disturbing, cult-like idolatry of this individual, believing and hungering for every foul word coming from him.  But that also means that a sizeable minority accept the truth of the election and want to move on as a legitimate opposition party based on principles and stances on various issues...this is the mature, politically responsible path on which to proceed after a defeat and it has traditionally been followed throughout our history. Even though we've had some controversial elections in our history (1876, 2000 and 2016 stand out), the last time mass refusal to accept an election's results happened on this scale, in 1860 when Abraham Lincoln was elected, several states seceded from the Union and the Civil War followed.  But enough of Trump and his idolatrous, unquestioning worshipers: Bruce Lee's quote has made me look back at different events of my own life in which I've experienced defeat: wow, what an eye-opener, with a lot of stuff to learn from, based on my poor reactions to those past setbacks... 

Just Finished Reading If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin

If Beale Street Could Talk is a 1974 novel by James Baldwin, adapted to film three years ago.  It depicts the struggles and family relationships of Tish and Fonny, a young black engaged couple deeply in love with each other as they must deal not only with racism in their everyday life in the heart of New York City but also a justice system with scant sense of justice, as Fonny finds himself jailed on a false charge of rape while the victim, a Puerto Rican woman who identified him in a lineup in which he was the only black man, has returned to her native island and is uncooperative with Fonny's lawyer.  The narrative, presented from Tish's viewpoint, alternates between her childhood, the events leading up to Fonny's arrest by a racist cop with a personal vendetta against Fonny, and the ongoing efforts to free him.  In all of this are the two's respective families, each member vividly presented with their distinctive personality and hang-ups, with tensions brought out by Tish's revelation of her pregnancy with Fonny's baby...I was entranced by the interactions: my favorite character was Tish's assertive-yet-compassionate older sister Ernestine.  The way suspects are arrested and incarcerated on drug charges, how plea bargaining causes suspects to admit "guilt" when they are really innocent, the brutal conditions within jail, the deep flaws of suspect lineups, overly steep imposed bails, and police allowed to run roughshod with their actions and unquestioned words are all covered here in this necessarily difficult story.  Sure, it's fiction, but I have no doubt that the author composed it with a number of real stories in his mind.  As a sidelight, I dug Fonny's dream of being a successful sculptor as he rents out his studio and goes after it.  This was my first James Baldwin book: I don't think it will be my last...

Weekly Short Stories: 1971 Science Fiction, Part 3

With this article I finish my review of the science fiction short stories that appeared in the anthology Donald A. Wollheim Presents The 1972 Annual World's Best SF, which featured what the editors thought to be the best from 1971.  Musically, that year produced some great albums, notably Led Zeppelin IV, Who's Next, and Marvin Gaye's timeless What's Going On...I remember the summer that year being entranced by his track Mercy Mercy Me. I also spent a lot of my free time that year catching up on some of the later Beatles albums that my sister got around to buying. I wouldn't exactly say that '71 was a terrible year in my adolescent life, but it was definitely "blah"...especially regarding school. I will say that in any year new things are learned that help me down the road...this year was very instructive in that regard.  But enough of myself: here are my reactions to those final six stories from the book...

AUNT JENNIE'S TONIC by Leonard Tushnet

Set ten years into the future from the recounted events, a young, ambitious scientist describes the home and folk remedies of a woman from Central Europe, settled in New York City, whom everyone called Aunt Jennie.  Over the years her tonics seemed to perform miracles on the elderly, rejuvenating them and considerably prolonging their lives...her own death at age 108 was from murder, not natural causes.  The narrator works with Aunt Jennie on her products and discovers much of the underlying science, which he presents as his own work in the company he works at.  He also rejects all of the religious and spiritual components she puts into her tonics, thinking only about how wealthy and renowned he will become from them in the future.  After her death he tries some of the tonic on himself, and it all starts to unravel as you might expect from a story of this nature...  

TIMESTORM by Eddy C. Bertin

Off in the future life is pretty easy...a man wakes up on Friday morning, the beginning of his typical four-day weekend.  It's a life of luxury for his times, with his job about as easy as it can get and lots of his services automated and provided by robots.  But unknown to him, it will be a very different morning as something called a "timestorm", caused by the collision of a nova with another star, will send a time shard into his home and send him to another time and reality...and an enormous building with cylinders that can transport him into reliving past time experiences through others' eyes.  There were a lot different angles to this story, and that's the problem: I think the author tried to accomplish too much here.  But he did get an important point across: messing with the past isn't advisable, because even the bad stuff that happened plays an important role in defining our reality and could cause some really bad stuff if they were erased from time...

TRANSIT OF EARTH by Arthur C. Clarke

Marooned on Mars with his four other partners dead and no rescue possible, an astronaut has one final mission: to record the transit of Earth and the Moon across the Sun as he is running out of oxygen.  This story pointed out the precarious position that exploratory missions into space, the Moon or other objects were in (and still are, for that matter), with everything having to go mechanically right with the loom of disaster hanging over everyone if it doesn't.  He has three ways of dying and must choose one, after reliving earlier memories of near-death experiences.  It's a sad, touching story that also elevates the scientific study of astronomy in a way that the author...responsible for the great Space Odyssey series of novels...clearly felt.  Clarke had an optimistic tendency with his science fiction stories to assume humanity would naturally keeping venturing out further into space after the Moon landings: this story is set in 1984...

GEHENNA by Barry Malzberg

Sometimes the shortest stories are the hardest to understand, this one depicting four interwoven human lives: a man, his future wife whom he meets at a Greenwich Village party, her current boyfriend whom she dumps for man #1, and her eventual daughter.  Each story changes as well, presenting slight but significant changes in the setting and progression of events...but they all culminate in tragedy, nonetheless.  I'm not sure what Malzberg was trying to accomplish here other than expressing the notion that life is futile...or maybe he just wanted readers to keep going through the story over and over again while discussing its possible meanings: some writers (James Joyce was a notable example) have been known to deliberately write cryptically to that end...

ONE LIFE, FURNISHED IN EARLY POVERTY by Harlan Ellison

A man entering his middle years has made a resounding material success of his adult life after undergoing a traumatic childhood in relative poverty, clawing and scratching his way through the rat race to put himself far above his childhood peers.  And now he goes back somehow as an adult visiting his young boy self and trying to help him cope with his adverse circumstances.  I've never read a "go back in time and correct the wrongs" kind of story when it didn't fail miserably and make things much worse...Ellison's protagonist here definitely has some issues to work out. This story reminded me of a similarly-themed Twilight Zone episode titled Walking Distance...  

OCCAM'S SCALPEL by Theodore Sturgeon

Roughly stated, occam's razor is the supposition that generally the most plausible explanation for outcomes is the most simple and direct one...conspiracists tend to go in the opposite direction for their convoluted theories (check out today's QAnon, antivaxxer and Stop-the-Steal bozos).  This story brings that up at the very end, after two brothers come up with a strategy to save the world following the death...of advanced old age and natural causes...of a shamelessly polluting tycoon who was by far the most powerful businessman on Earth.  And now the task is to keep his successor, a young man whose penchant for incredible and often effortless success has been the hallmark of his life, from following his former employer's destructive policies.  The change in the title from "razor" to "scalpel" points to what the brothers...one of whom was the tycoon's physician...cook up to accomplish this...

Next week I begin looking at standout science fiction short stories from 1972...

Game of the Week: Bulls and Cleots (Bulls and Cows)

Bulls and Cleots is an obscure pen and pencil game typically played by two people...in my sixth grade at Nova Blanche Forman Elementary around early 1968 it became something of the rage among the geeky, nerdy brain kids, so naturally I was all into it.  Our version of the game was for each player to write down a four-digit number, no repeating digits, and keep it face-down on the side.  Then we take turns speaking out numbers in our progressive goal to guess the others' number before they guess ours.  So, say, I have "3672" as my "secret" number and my opponent calls out "4625".  The "6" is guessed correctly, not only for being within my number but also in the correct place: so that's a "bull".  The other numeral guessed that is present in mine is "2", but it is out of place so it is a "cleot".  My response to "4625" is to say "1 bull, 1 cleot": this process gives clues eventually leading to the correct solution.  We go back and forth until one of us gets the right answer...and then on to the next game.  With the name "bulls and cleots"...which for decades I thought was "bulls and cleods"...the "bull" is obviously short for "bullseye", but I haven't as yet found on the Internet any definition of what the heck a "cleot" is.  The game was later adapted to an electronic version on Mastermind in the mid-1970s, and I think its now available as a phone app called "bulls and cows".  I liked it because, frankly, I was pretty doggone good at reasoning out the solution.  Sadly, I haven't played it since the 1960s, though.  There's no reason I see why the game can't be expanded to more digits than 4...say 5 or 6...but once you approach 10 the nature of the game drastically changes...

Just Finished Reading The Bourne Supremacy by Robert Ludlum

I admit to not being that much into spy novels, which might come as a surprise with some of my readers who know how much a fan of James Bond movies I am, as well as The Man from U.N.C.L.E., The Avengers and The Prisoner TV series.  As a spy fiction writer, Robert Ludlum is probably right up there with Ian Fleming as the best in the genre...no complaints from me in that regard.  But after just finishing reading The Bourne Supremacy, the second book in his trilogy about master American secret agent Jason Bourne...a.k.a. David Webb...I'm almost ready to throw in the towel before even beginning the final book, The Bourne Ultimatum.  You see, there is so much double-crossing, manipulation and abuse in this story...and that's just coming from the "good guys" in the U.S. State and intelligence departments...that I began not to care whether hero Bourne successfully accomplished his mission or not.  And that mission, focusing on Hong Kong, Macau and mainland China, has him hunting and capturing a rogue British agent who has been on an assassination trail in the Far East, impersonating Bourne himself in both name and methodology.  As Asian Studies professor at a New England college, David Webb, still gradually recovering his memory from the first novel, The Bourne Identity, is enjoying his new life along with Marie, also from that book and whom he married.  Knowing that he, as the "real" Jason Bourne, was the only man capable of carrying out their proposed mission and that he would turn it down, the bastards good guys have Marie abducted, with the cover story that a Hong Kong crime boss bent on revenge against Bourne is holding her hostage there.  So the adventure begins after Webb/Bourne quickly discovers no one at home will help him after he discovers her missing and the apparent reason.  Not to give away the book, but since there is another Bourne novel after this one it shouldn't be too hard to conclude that the title character survives his ordeal...but how many others do?  The high anxiety and suffering throughout this story without any sort of relief made me halfway wish for everyone to be put out of their misery and all go up in a giant ball of flame.  Yet I continue on...after a reasonable break...to the final book in the series.  And no, I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to tackle the movie version of The Bourne Supremacy after I saw what the film adaptation did to the first book.  Nothing wrong with the writing, like I said, but once you realize what a bunch of jerks are in charge of our national intelligence (at least according to Ludlum) it's very difficult to relate to these characters except to wish for somebody to kick their butts: maybe that's what Bourne will do next...

Great Old TV Episodes...from Family Guy

 

Probably much better known as "Surfin' Bird", the I DREAM OF JESUS Family Guy episode, originally airing in 2008 several years before I began watching the series, is probably my all-time favorite of its entire 19-season run (so far).  In this irreverent episode, Jesus Christ runs a used record store and is tempted through superstardom celebrity fame, but that's really the "second story" to Peter Griffin's rediscovery of his old favorite song Surfin' Bird (by the Trashmen) when a juke box operator at a local diner is about to throw it out and gives it to him.  Never one to do anything halfway, Peter then spends the next days constantly playing the record and acting out this very, very funny, silly song...until the point when talking dog Brian and devious baby Stewie hatch a plan to end their suffering.  In the above picture, Peter's just begun talking about it (once again) and is about to dive into another performance.  I think if you just cut out the later satirical nonsense about Jesus and made a repeating loop of the rest of the episode...and just played it nonstop for a couple of hours, this might be a fantastic remedy for those down in their spirits. A well, don't you know about the bird? Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!  

About the CDC's Thursday Announcement Concerning the Fully Vaccinated

Thursday the national Centers for Disease Control and Prevention came out with a welcome announcement that it was safe for those who have been fully vaccinated for the COVID-19 virus to resume their old lives without masks or social distancing. That does not mean, though, that the restrictions I see around me will suddenly end.  After all, according to the data I'm getting only about 36% of the U.S. population is at yet fully vaccinated although about 47% have received at least one shot. At my workplace the mask rule is still in place as far as I can tell, although nothing is done to enforce it...or ever was, for that matter, even during the heights of the outbreak late last year before the vaccines were ready and so many people were coming down sick. Stores generally still require masks indoors and I still can't sit inside my Starbucks...fortunately I also enjoy sitting outside at the one in Magnolia Parke in northern Gainesville.  So where do we go from here with the restrictions? I have the adult population divided into the following categories:

--Fully vaccinated

--Partially vaccinated

--Not yet vaccinated (but want it)

--Refuse to be vaccinated (but wear masks)

--Refuse to be vaccinated (or ever wear masks)

--Had COVID already and recovered

--Died of COVID 

Unless the government forces people to be vaccinated against COVID...and that's not gonna happen...we'll always have a sizeable number of people among us who may keep wearing those masks or, more likely, never believed the pandemic was real or just didn't care about protecting the welfare of others by either masking up or getting vaccinated.  As for me, I have always tried to abide by the COVID guidelines by masking when requested or mandated and have been fully vaccinated now for more than a month.  I have a great deal of difficulty understanding the reasoning of people who are frightened of getting a vaccine with negligible risk and would rather chance getting a disease that has killed more than 580,000 Americans in only the last 14 months: this irrationality is beyond bizarre.  I'm curious to see about how Starbucks, Publix, Walmart, my local public library, my workplace, church, and other locations adjust to the new recommendations.  Since my governor has forbidden establishments from using vaccination proof as a criterion for business, it will be interesting to see how it all works out.  So many places judge their own success by how tightly they can pack people in, but I've never liked crowds, long before this pandemic ever made itself known.  I expect during the upcoming transition period to get a few dirty looks when I'm not wearing a mask in public from others who may have more difficulty shedding their own.  But these vaccines have been a game changer and it's getting near time to starting living that out: either you believe your vaccine works or you don't...

Quote of the Week...from Mitch McConnell

You'll regret this, and you may regret this a lot sooner than you think.       ---Mitch McConnell

Republican Senator Mitch McConnell (from Kentucky) made the above quote back in 2013 just before Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid (Democrat from Nevada) foolishly did away with the 60-vote threshold for confirming non-Supreme Court presidential appointments as a response to perceived Republican obstruction on some of Obama's federal court nominations.  As Majority Leader, McConnell later expanded the "Nuclear Option" in 2017 to encompass Supreme Court nominations as well, in order to allow incoming president Donald Trump's selection, Neil Gorsuch, to be confirmed.  Yet during that presidency, McConnell resisted Trump's pressure and taunts as he refused to eliminate the filibuster for normal legislation...something for which I give him credit amid my many criticisms of his actions as GOP Senate leader.  Now, with Democrat Joe Biden narrowly elected president, the House of Representatives barely holding on to its majority, and the Senate with a 50-50 split and only in the Democrats' control due to there being a Democratic president, many on the political left are pushing to abolish the legislative filibuster with yet another Nuclear Option...are you kidding me?  McConnell's above 2013 quote was true then and it is now.  In the 2014 off-year elections just the following year, the Republicans gained control of the Senate, and only relinquished it early this year...during Trump's single term in office they pushed through Cabinet officers and federal judges by the hundreds...many of them highly controversial...and by dint of McConnell's follow-up action in '17 regarding the SCOTUS, three very, very conservative Supreme Court nominees were confirmed to the high court, none of whom would have ever passed the earlier 60-vote threshold.  Now, on the Democratic side only Senator Joe Manchin (WVA) and possibly Kyrsten Sinema (AZ) stand in the way of abolishing the legislative filibuster.  The way I see it, suppose the Nuclear Option is implemented in the legislative sphere and the Democrats push into law bills that normally wouldn't pass the scrutiny traditionally embedded in Senate consideration: the next time the Republicans are elected into power (and this may be "a lot sooner than you think"), what's then keeping them from going right down the list of Democratic accomplishments and rescinding all of them, after which they pass legislation of their own that runs 180 degrees in the other direction?  Really, is this instability in our elected, representative national government what we want for our future?  The party in power always seems to act as if they think they'll forever be in power.  There's a good chance that the Republicans will retake the House after the 2022 elections...if that happens any subsequent legislation will require the Democrats to work with their counterparts in a highly bipartisan manner and the perceived need to eliminate the Senate's 60-vote minimum will be a moot point.  But if the Republicans can get their act together and reclaim the White House, Senate, and the House after the 2024 elections...something very feasible from my viewpoint...they could find themselves with a big "green light" to jam through anything they want after that, should the legislative filibuster be torpedoed.  Recently McConnell was quoted as saying he was 100% focused on stopping Joe Biden...that open obstructionism will only fuel the push to end the legislative filibuster.  But he had said and done the same when Obama was president, and Harry Reid's response was still very ill-advised...  

My Take on Tim Tebow Trying to Rejoin the NFL

The sports media world is abuzz with the news of Tim Tebow's signing of a one-year contract as a tight end with the Jacksonville Jaguars of the National Football League.  That his former college coach and close mentor Urban Meyer just got the job as that franchise's head coach is the obvious reason. Tebow is the kind of player who is useful, but only in certain roles within certain offensive sets...something Josh McDaniels knew back when he had his Denver Broncos draft him as quarterback in the first round back in 2010 before being fired at the end of that dismal season, thereby immediately putting Tebow's status with the club in limbo when the new incoming owner, John Elway...along with new coach John Fox...didn't share the former coach's enthusiasm for his talents.  In spite of this Tebow performed admirably as the Broncos' starting QB for the final three regular season games in 2010 and then picked up a last-place team the following year and led them to the division title and a dramatic first-round playoff win against hated Pittsburgh.  For this Elway had him traded the next year to the New York Jets, a team that was already committed to its own starting quarterback Mark Sanchez.  Although Tebow acquitted himself well in the very few playing chances he had there, he was let go after the season.  Then the following summer he practiced with Tom Brady and the New England Patriots, who cut him just before the season.  After failing to make the Philadelphia Eagles team, Tebow tried his hand at professional baseball but never made it to the majors.  He's now ten years older from that miraculous 2011 season with Denver, but still seems to be in good shape and of course during the intervening years has not had the cumulative physical wear and tear on his body he otherwise would have if he had been playing football all that time.  As expected, the naysayers in the sports media are outraged at Tebow's signing, some pointing to other players they say should have had another chance before Tebow.  As for my opinion, I rooted for him back in the University of Florida years when he won the Heisman Trophy as well as two national championships with Meyer for the Gators, but always felt that he tended to be idolized too much by his fans while doing nothing to dissuade them.  Still, I wanted him to be successful in the pros and thought that the Broncos and Jets didn't give him a proper chance to succeed.  On the other hand...unlike now...in those years Tim Tebow had stubbornly insisted on only being a starting quarterback and wasn't flexible (or humble) enough to consider other positions like running back or (now) tight end.  I said back then that he would have been tremendously successful both as a runner, in the style of the Dolphins' Hall of Famer Larry Csonka, as well as a player blocking for others.  I wish him well, but I also hope his more vocal supporters will back off and just let him play the game without booing and screaming for him to be put in as quarterback.  Maybe he won't make the cut this year either, but I'm with him going for this opportunity...

Weekly Short Stories: 1971 Science Fiction, Part 2

Here are my reviews of four more science fiction stories from 1971, as they appeared in the anthology Donald A. Wollheim Presents The 1972 Annual World's Best SF, with the editors' selections from the previous year.  As a teenage kid that year, I was into music a lot and tended in the evenings to be a couch potato in front of the boob tube.  All in the Family had its breakthrough debut season in '71 while shows like Mary Tyler Moore, Bob Newhart and Carol Burnett gave CBS dominance...at least in my household. In the summer, Apollo 15 landed on the moon: one of the astronauts was James Irwin...another Irwin, Hale, that November would win his first professional golf tournament of many.  I say this because people who ask my name often seem flummoxed when I say "Irwin", sometimes unable to spell it properly...but I bet no one with their last name ever stood on the moon (or won three U.S Opens).  But you came here to read my reviews, so here they are...

A LITTLE KNOWLEDGE by Poul Anderson

Three despicable human interstellar criminals have hatched a scheme to hijack a peaceful species' primitive spacecraft (while kidnapping one of them to pilot it) in order to sell the technology to barbarian warlords...but the harmless-seeming Witweet has figured out something about the nearby outlying planet Paradox and lures his onboard captors into landing there to salvage abandoned human technology.  But there's something about the prevalence of helium on that planet's breathable atmosphere that gives Witweet an avenue of escape. Anderson was a "hard" science fiction writer who liked to inject science principles into his stories...here is a prime example...

REAL-TIME WORLD by Christopher Priest

This is one of those stories that call into question one's true, real status, both in terms of work assignments and actual physical location.  Way off in the future again...the year 2019 to be exact...a special observatory has been constructed on a distant planet whereby the human scientists can observe its life undetected...through the convenient expedient of being a tiny fraction of a second in the past. The man assigned to collect the reports and communicate back and forth to Earth is the narrator...and he knows that the mission has an entirely separate aspect to it: to study how the crew reacts as each one is separately provided skewed, personally relevant news sheets from Earth.  I happen to watch Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy regularly when possible...and for some reason my "SmartNews" computer news feed always seems to have something about the latest episodes: pretty creepy, I'll say, and implying that they're sneakily getting some unsolicited feedback from me.  Although way off with the space technology, the story seems spot on with its social analysis for our times...

ALL PIECES OF A RIVER SHORE by R.A. Lafferty

A very wealthy Native American has a hobby he practices to obsession: collecting artifacts from the past.  One day he discovers that there is something called The Longest Picture in the World, a mysterious miles-long representation of a river shore...presumably the Mississippi...that over the years had been cut up and spread out through the years over several states and countries among a multitude of owners.  Leo Nation sets out to collect them all and put them back together in proper order...rolling them all up and spinning them out, creating the visual sensation of a boat ride down the river.  He's successful...that I'll say...but the ramifications of the final product are more than a little chilling...

WITH FRIENDS LIKE THESE... by Alan Dean Foster

In a future in which Earth has begun to engage in interstellar travel, the dominant alien race of the galaxy punishes our home planet by erecting an impenetrable barrier around it, prohibiting any more space travel, after a war following Earth's refusal to join their federation.  Many generations later that group has been vanquished and a more benevolent and democratic galactic federation faces attack from a different, ruthless foe...and their representatives visit Earth to lift the longstanding barrier and to enlist their help.  Expecting a regressed, backwards society they are astonished to discover something else.  This is one of those "mess with us and you're asking for trouble" kind of stories...

Next week I continue my look at science fiction short stories from 1971...