Tales from outer turnip head...

Tales from outer turnip head...

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Movie List...

Movie List: 10 Pre-Millennial, Futuristic, possibly post-apocalyptic, dystopian(?), sci-fi stories that all sort-of fall into "I-am-intrigued-but-don't-want-to-live-there" movies:

[I limited myself to 10 and a Bonus. The text and images are all from wikipedia. I will leave commentary and discussion for the comments section. Please weigh in.]



Metropolis: is a 1927 German expressionist epic science-fiction film directed by Fritz Lang. The film was written by Lang and his wife Thea von Harbou, and starred Brigitte HelmGustav FröhlichAlfred Abel and Rudolf Klein-Rogge. A silent film, it was produced by Erich Pommer in the Babelsberg Studios by Universum Film A.G.. It is regarded as a pioneering work of science fiction genre in movies, being the first feature length movie of the genre.
Made in Germany during the Weimar PeriodMetropolis is set in a futuristic urban dystopia, and follows the attempts of Freder, the wealthy son of the city's ruler, and Maria, a poor worker, to overcome the vast gulf separating the classes of their city. Metropolis was filmed in 1925, at a cost of approximately five million Reichsmarks. Thus, it was the most expensive film ever released up to that point. The motion picture's futuristic style is influenced by the work of Futurist Italian architect, Antonio Sant'Elia.[2]
The film was met with a mixed response upon its initial release, with many critics praising its technical achievements and social metaphors while others derided its "simplistic and naïve" presentation. Because of its long running-time and the inclusion of footage which censors found questionable, Metropolis was cut substantially after its German premiere: large portions of the film were lost over the subsequent decades.
Numerous attempts have been made to restore the film since the 1970s-80s. Giorgio Moroder, a music producer, released a version with a soundtrack by rock artists such as Freddie MercuryLoverboy and Adam Ant in 1984. A new reconstruction of Metropolis was shown at the Berlin Film Festival in 2001, and the film was inscribed on UNESCO's Memory of the World Register in the same year, the first film thus distinguished. In 2008, a damaged print of Lang’s original cut of the film was found in a museum in Argentina. After a long restoration process, the film was 95% restored and shown on large screens in Berlin and Frankfurt simultaneously on 12 February 2010.

A Clockwork Orange: is a 1971 dystopian crime film adapted, produced, and directed by Stanley Kubrick, based on Anthony Burgess's 1962 novella A Clockwork Orange. It employs disturbing, violent images to comment on psychiatry, juvenile delinquency, youth gangs, and other social, political, and economic subjects in a dystopian near-future Britain.
Alex (Malcolm McDowell), the main character, is a charismatic, sociopathic delinquent whose interests include classical music (especially Beethoven), rape, and what is termed "ultra-violence." He leads a small gang of thugs (Pete, Georgie, and Dim), whom he calls his droogs (from the Russian друг, "friend," "buddy"). The film chronicles the horrific crime spree of his gang, his capture, and attempted rehabilitation via controversial psychological conditioning. Alex narrates most of the film in Nadsat, a fractured adolescent slang composed of Slavic(especially Russian), English, and Cockney rhyming slang.
The soundtrack to A Clockwork Orange features mostly classical music selections and Moog synthesizer compositions by Wendy Carlos (then known as Walter Carlos). The artwork of the now-iconic poster of A Clockwork Orange was created by Philip Castle with the layout by designer Bill Gold.

Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior: (also known as The Road Warrior and Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior) is a 1981 Australian post-apocalyptic action film directed by George Miller. The film is the second installment in the Mad Max film series, with Mel Gibson starring as Max Rockatansky. The film's tale of a community of settlers moved to defend themselves against a roving band of marauders follows an archetypical "Western" frontier movie motif, as does Max's role as a hardened man who rediscovers his humanity when he decides to help the settlers.[4] Filming took part in locations around Broken Hill, in the outback of New South Wales.[5]
Mad Max 2 was released on 24 December 1981, and received ample critical acclaim. Observers praised the visuals and Gibson's role. Noteworthy elements of the film also include cinematographer Dean Semler's widescreen photography of Australia's vast desert landscapes; the sparing use of dialogue throughout the film; costume designer Norma Moriceau's punk mohawkedleather bondage gear-wearing bikers; and its fast-paced, tightly edited and violent battle and chase scenes.
The film's comic-book post-apocalyptic/punk style popularised the genre in film and fiction writing. It was also a box office success, winning the Best International Film from six nominations at the Saturn Award ceremony, including: Best Director for Miller; Best Actor for Gibson; Best Supporting Actor for Bruce SpenceBest Writing for Miller, Hayes and Hannant; Best Costumefor Norma MoriceauMad Max 2 became a cult film: fan clubs and "road warrior"-themed activities continue into the 21st century. The film was followed by Mad Max Beyond Thunderdomein 1985, with a fourth film in the series, Mad Max: Fury Road, slated for release on May 15, 2015.[6]

Blade Runner: is a 1982 American neo-noir dystopian science fiction film directed by Ridley Scott and starring Harrison Ford, Rutger Hauer, Sean Young, and Edward James Olmos. The screenplay, written by Hampton Fancher and David Peoples, is a modified film adaptation of the 1968 novel Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick.
The film depicts a dystopian Los Angeles in November 2019 in which genetically engineered replicants, which are visually indistinguishable from adult humans, are manufactured by the powerful Tyrell Corporation as well as by other "mega-corporations" around the world. Their use on Earth is banned and replicants are exclusively used for dangerous, menial, or leisure work on off-world colonies. Replicants who defy the ban and return to Earth are hunted down and "retired" by special police operatives known as "Blade Runners". The plot focuses on a desperate group of recently escaped replicants hiding in Los Angeles and the burnt-out expert Blade Runner, Rick Deckard (Harrison Ford), who reluctantly agrees to take on one more assignment to hunt them down.
Blade Runner initially polarized critics: some were displeased with the pacing, while others enjoyed its thematic complexity. The film performed poorly in North American theaters but has since become a cult film.[2] It has been hailed for its production design, depicting a "retrofitted" future,[3] and remains a leading example of the neo-noir genre.[4] It brought the work of Philip K. Dick to the attention of Hollywood and several later films were based on his work.[5] Ridley Scott regards Blade Runner as "probably" his most complete and personal film.[6][7] In 1993, the film was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as being "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant". Blade Runner is now regarded as one of the best science fiction films ever made.
Seven versions of the film have been shown for various markets as a result of controversial changes made by film executives. A rushed Director's Cut was released in 1992 after a strong response to workprint screenings. This, in conjunction with its popularity as a video rental, made it one of the first films released on DVD, resulting in a basic disc with mediocre video and audio quality.[8] In 2007, Warner Bros. released The Final Cut, a 25th anniversary digitally remastered version which is the only one on which Scott had complete artistic freedom[9] and was shown in select theaters and subsequently released on DVD, HD DVD, and Blu-ray Disc.[10]

Brazil: is a 1985 British film directed by Terry Gilliam and written by Gilliam, Charles McKeown, and Tom Stoppard. British National Cinema by Sarah Street describes the film as a "fantasy/satire on bureaucratic society" while John Scalzi's Rough Guide to Sci-Fi Movies describes it as a "dystopian satire". The film stars Jonathan Pryce and features Robert De Niro, Kim Greist, Michael Palin, Katherine Helmond, Bob Hoskins, and Ian Holm.
The film centres on Sam Lowry, a man trying to find a woman who appears in his dreams while he is working in a mind-numbing job and living a life in a small apartment, set in a consumer-driven dystopian world in which there is an over-reliance on poorly maintained (and rather whimsical) machines. Brazil '​s bureaucratic, totalitarian government is reminiscent of the government depicted in George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four,[1][2] except that it has a buffoonish, slapstick quality and lacks a Big Brother figure.
Jack Mathews, film critic and author of The Battle of Brazil (1987), described the film as "satirizing the bureaucratic, largely dysfunctional industrial world that had been driving Gilliam crazy all his life".[3] Though a success in Europe, the film was unsuccessful in its initial North America release. It has since become a cult film.
The film is named after the recurrent theme song, "Aquarela do Brasil", as performed by Geoff Muldaur.

12 Monkeys: is a 1995 American science fiction film directed by Terry Gilliam, inspired by Chris Marker's 1962 short film La Jetée, and starring Bruce Willis, Madeleine Stowe, and Brad Pitt, with Christopher Plummer and David Morse in supporting roles. In 2013, Gilliam called it the second part of a dystopian satire trilogy begun with 1985's Brazil and concluded with 2013's The Zero Theorem.[1]
After Universal Studios acquired the rights to remake La Jetée as a full-length film, David and Janet Peoples were hired to write the script. Under Terry Gilliam's direction, Universal granted the filmmakers a US$29.5 million budget, and filming lasted from February to May 1995. The film was shot mostly in Philadelphia and Baltimore, where the story was set.
The film was released to critical praise and grossed approximately US$168.8 million worldwide. Brad Pitt was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor, and won a Golden Globe for his performance. The film also won and was nominated for various categories at the Saturn Awards.

Gattaca: is a 1997 American science fiction film written and directed by Andrew Niccol. It stars Ethan Hawke and Uma Thurman, with Jude Law, Loren Dean, Ernest Borgnine, Gore Vidal, and Alan Arkin appearing in supporting roles.[1] The film presents a biopunk vision of a future society driven by eugenics where potential children are conceived through genetic manipulation to ensure they possess the best hereditary traits of their parents.[2] The film centers on Vincent Freeman, played by Hawke, who was conceived outside the eugenics program and struggles to overcome genetic discrimination to realize his dream of traveling into space.
The movie draws on concerns over reproductive technologies which facilitate eugenics, and the possible consequences of such technological developments for society. It also explores the idea of destiny and the ways in which it can and does govern lives. Characters in Gattaca continually battle both with society and with themselves to find their place in the world and who they are destined to be according to their genes.
The film's title is based on the first letters of guanineadeninethymine, and cytosine, the four nucleobases of DNA.[3] It was a 1997 nominee for the Academy Award for Best Art Directionand the Golden Globe Award for Best Original Score.
The film flopped at the box office, but it received generally positive reviews.

The Fifth Element: (French: Le Cinquième élément) is a 1997 English-language French science fiction action film directed, co-written, and based on a story by Luc Besson. The film stars Bruce Willis, Gary Oldman, and Milla Jovovich. Mostly set in the twenty-third century, the film's central plot involves the survival of planet Earth, which becomes the responsibility of Korben Dallas (Willis), a taxicab driver and former special forces major, after a young woman (Jovovich) falls into his cab. Dallas joins forces with her to recover four mystical stones essential for the defence of Earth against an impending attack.
Besson started writing the story that became The Fifth Element when he was 16 years old; he was 38 when the film opened in cinemas.[7] Comic book writers Jean Giraud and Jean-Claude Mézières, whose comics provided inspiration for parts of the film, were hired for production design. Costume design was by Jean-Paul Gaultier.
The Fifth Element received mainly positive reviews, although it tended to polarise critics. It has been called both the best and worst summer blockbuster of all time. The film was a financial success, earning more than $263 million at the box office on a $90 million budget. At the time of its release it was the most expensive European film ever made,[8] and it remained the highest-grossing French film at the box-office until the release of The Intouchables in 2011.[9]

The Matrix: is a 1999 American-Australian science fiction action film written and directed by The Wachowskis, starring Keanu Reeves, Laurence Fishburne, Carrie-Anne Moss, Hugo Weaving, and Joe Pantoliano. It depicts a dystopian future in which reality as perceived by most humans is actually a simulated reality called "the Matrix", created by sentient machines to subdue the human population, while their bodies' heat and electrical activity are used as an energy source. Computer programmer "Neo" learns this truth and is drawn into a rebellion against the machines, which involves other people who have been freed from the "dream world".
The Matrix is known for popularizing a visual effect known as "bullet time", in which the heightened perception of certain characters is represented by allowing the action within a shot to progress in slow-motion while the camera's viewpoint appears to move through the scene at normal speed. The film is an example of the cyberpunk science fiction genre.[3] It contains numerous references to philosophical and religious ideas, and prominently pays homage to works such as Plato's Allegory of the Cave,[4] Jean Baudrillard's Simulacra and Simulation[5] and Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.[6] The Wachowskis' approach to action scenes drew upon their admiration for Japanese animation[7] and martial arts films, and the film's use of fight choreographers and wire fu techniques from Hong Kong action cinema was influential upon subsequent Hollywood action film productions.
The Matrix was first released in the United States on March 31, 1999, and grossed over $460 million worldwide. It was generally well-received by critics,[8][9] and won four Academy Awardsas well as other accolades including BAFTA Awards and Saturn Awards. Reviewers praised The Matrix for its innovative visual effects, cinematography and its entertainment. The film's premise was both criticized for being derivative of earlier science fiction works, and praised for being intriguing. The action also polarized critics, some describing it as impressive, but others dismissing it as a trite distraction from an interesting premise.
Despite this, the film has since appeared in lists of the greatest science fiction films,[10][11][12] and in 2012, was added to the National Film Registry for preservation.[13] The success of the film led to the release of two feature film sequels, both written and directed by the Wachowskis, The Matrix Reloaded and The Matrix Revolutions. The Matrix franchise was further expanded through the production of comic books, video games, and animated short films in which the Wachowskis were heavily involved.

WALL-E: [OK, I cheated. This one is after the millennium, BUT I HAD to put it in my list. I love PIXAR. I love WALL-E and EVE. I am scared that the movie has more truth to it than fiction. It got a 94 from MetaCritic. So there.] (stylized with an interpunct as WALL·E) is a 2008 American computer animated science fiction romantic comedy film produced by Pixar Animation Studios and directed by Andrew Stanton. The story follows a robot named WALL-E, who is designed to clean up an abandoned, waste-covered Earth far in the future. He falls in love with another robot named EVE, who also has a programmed task, and follows her into outer space on an adventure that changes the destiny of both his kind and humanity. Both robots exhibit an appearance of free will and emotions similar to humans, which develop further as the film progresses.
After directing Finding Nemo, Stanton felt Pixar had created believable simulations of underwater physics and was willing to direct a film set largely in space. WALL-E has minimal dialogue in its early sequences; many of the characters do not have voices, but instead communicate with body language and robotic sounds, which were designed by Ben Burtt. It is also Pixar's first animated feature with segments featuring live-action characters.
Walt Disney Pictures released WALL-E in the United States and Canada on June 27, 2008. It grossed $23.2 million on its opening day, and $63.1 million during its opening weekend in 3,992 theaters, ranking number one at the box office. This ranks as the fifth highest-grossing opening weekend for a Pixar film. Following Pixar tradition, WALL-E was paired with a short film, Presto, for its theatrical release.
WALL-E was met with critical acclaim, scoring an approval rating of 96% on the review aggregator Rotten Tomatoes. It grossed $521.3 million worldwide, won the 2008 Golden Globe Award for Best Animated Feature Film, the 2009 Hugo Award for Best Dramatic Presentation, Long Form,[3] the final Nebula Award for Best Script,[4] the Saturn Award for Best Animated Film, and the Academy Award for Best Animated Feature as well as being nominated for five other Academy Awards at the 81st Academy AwardsWALL-E ranks first in TIME '​s "Best Movies of the Decade".[5]
The film is seen as a critique on larger societal issues. It addresses consumerism, nostalgia, environmental problems, waste managementthe immense impact humans have on the Earth, and risks to human civilization and its home planet Earth.[6]




And for the Bonus: The worst movie EVER because it is so averagely, hopelessly, blah. It offers promise to be cool, fun, and thought provoking, BUT it never even approaches that. It also never gets so bad that you laugh or ridicule it's badness (making it good in its own way). No, this movie is 177 minutes of my life that was just completely wasted:

The Postman: is a 1997 American epic post-apocalyptic adventure film directed, produced, and starring Kevin Costner, with the screenplay written by Eric Roth and Brian Helgeland, based on David Brin's 1985 book of the same name. The film also features Will Patton, Larenz Tate, Olivia Williams, James Russo, and Tom Petty. It's set in a post-apocalyptic and neo-Western version of the United States in the then near-future of the year 2013—all part of a fictionalized history of the United States of America—fifteen years after an unspecified apocalyptic event, which has left a huge impact on human civilization and erased most of all technology.
The film—like the book—follows the story of an unnamed nomadic drifter (played by Costner) and—after escaping from a "neo-fascist" militia—he stumbles across the uniform of an old United States Postal Service letter carrier and soon unwittingly inspires hope through an empty promise of aid from the "Restored United States of America". It was filmed in Metaline Fallsand Fidalgo IslandWashington, central Oregon, and Tucson, Arizona.
Released on Christmas Day of 1997 from Warner Bros. PicturesThe Postman was loathed by critics, an enormous box-office failure, and received five Razzie Awards, including Worst Picture, Worst Actor and Director (both for Costner), and for Worst Screenplay and Worst Original Song (for the entire song score).

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Salt... (A Confession of sorts.)

Salt: Years ago I began reading books that would make me a better history teacher. Not just books like What Great Teachers Do Differently by Todd Whitaker (mentioned in one of my first blog entries) or Prentice Hall's Brief Review for Global History and Geography, I began reading books that would teach me more history. My older brother had given me a book, Salt: A World History by Mark Kurlansky which is a fascinating bend of culinary writing and history.

My Story: I started reading Salt about six years ago—I know when for a specific reason that I will reveal in a moment. I started reading it because I love to cook. I started reading it because I love to eat salty foods. I started reading it mostly because my older brother—whom I have placed on a pedestal all my life—gave it to me. I started reading it because I am a history teacher, and we history teachers read books about history, right? This book has become a bit of a humorous joke in my life, but actually exposes an embarrassment for me as well—I'll address the embarrassing element in due course. You see, Salt was so interesting to me that I began talking about what I was reading to anyone who would listen. It's a side effect of a drive I have to talk through the ideas in my head to "try them on for size". I am told my need to verbalize my excitments can be interesting, odd, annoying, endearing. Maybe all of the above. (It is not lost on me that I am exposing in this post the very impulse behind "History may not repeat itself, but it does rhyme a lot.") It's just that I have to share even though I am more an introvert than extrovert. It's just the uncertainty... that I need to work through the ideas out loud...

Salt Mine Dining: Wieliczka, Poland
Inside My Head: Did you know that there was not enough salt production in early America such that we needed to secure salt stores with France before engaging England in war? It takes nine months for salt to penetrate the center of a parmesan wheel that sits in a brine bath. Sandwich, MA was the site of a large salt works, but was unable to produce enough salt for the population that was already settled by then. A nasty concoction of food stuffs is added to briny water to congeal a scum that is scraped from the surface to clean the salt bath. There are caverns of salt underneath Europe that were used for recreation and entertainment. And on and on and on...

My Love: I loved the stuff I was learning from Salt. My 8th grade students then—who are currently in their first year of college and thriving despite having me inundate them with with my randomness—stated they loved the tangents that were possible in history class and in my class specifically. They were hungry for anything, everything, and egged me on to prepare lessons that went off the path. They suggested a lecture on salt and cooking. A ha! I knew the trap—get Brother Pete off task and he'll throw his hands around and be the lunatic. But a known trap is no trap at all.—and  so I prepared a single break away class (we were ahead of the other classes by about a day or two in a project that was grade wide) on the role salt played in early American history. It was a really good lecture. The Q&A it spawned was lively. Students thanked me for honoring their request. Real relationships were forged from these side conversations. Several of them still write and visit and the infamous salt class is still a story of humor for us.

My Shame: But the embarrassment. I haven't finished Salt. It's been six years and I am on page 328 of 484 (The actual text stops on 449, the notes add another 35 pages.) My brother teases me, but actually intones judgement in his jests. I think I have lost his respect a bit as I chip away at a few pages each summer while on vacation—my progress as slow as my reading speed compared with other avid readers.

The Full Confession: I am on page 140 of 223 of The Genesee Diary by Henri J. M. Nouwen; 25 of 138 of Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind (A second reading) by Shunryu Suzuki; 140 of 212 in It's Your Ship by Captain D. Michael Abrashoff; 95 of 212 of Like You'd Understand Anyway by Jim Shepard; 86 of 444 of Manhunt by James L. Swanson. In my nightstand I have "the short list" of books to read soon, some of which include Six Frigates by Ian W. Toll, John Adams by David McCullough, Father Joe by Tony Hendra, The Wrong War by Bing West, and Franklin and Winston by Jon Meacham.

The Problem: Don't misunderstand me, please. I finish a lot of books. In the last few years I have digested scores of graphic novels, dozens of science fiction stories, countless news stories. It seems finishing non-fiction, and especially historical non-fiction is a stumbling block for me. I become paralyzed with the potential lesson plan, the impact and method of delivery for my students. The connections and possibilities of the read slow me down to a painful rate of reading, day-dreaming, note-taking, and rereading. I lose the story, obsessed with the lesson, and become bored with the book, or worse, I become angry with myself.

The Solution: And so I began to hide (until today) the full lack of progress I am making on these books (I AM still reading them). I was wallowing in tortoise-reading, but there was a solution, read something else, that I wouldn't feel the need to teach. I ask my students what they are reading, and I read their stuff. It's more fun and I don't get bogged down in the lesson I need to teach. I become the student, and so... I can just read. If they ask me for a book in return, I try to offer up one that is a fair trade. Ah! What fun it is to trade recommendations with them. I have been recently exposed to The Things They Carry by Tim O'Brien, The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins and last spring The Razor's Edge by W. Somerset Maugham. Here's a few examples of Maugham's writing that I liked so much:

The Razor's Edge: "That wonderful day, with the brilliant sunshine, the coloured, noisy crowds, the smell of the East, acrid and aromatic, enchanted me; and like an object, a splash of color that a painter puts into pull his composition together, those three enormous heads of Brahma, Vishnu, and Siva gave a mysterious significance to it all. My heart began to beat like mad, because I'd suddenly become aware of an intense conviction that India had something to give me that I had to have. It seemed to me that a chance was offered to me and I must ale it there and then or it would never be offered me again."

Larry Darrell is wandering, reading, listening, being. All for some need to find answers to the questions that often have no clear answers. He retreats from the path that was cushily laid out before him as a member of "good society", and follows his own meandering trail. "Almost all the people who've had most effect on me I seem to have met by chance, yet looking back it seems as though I couldn't but have met them."

Maugham places himself inside is own thinly veiled account of Larry Darrell's life (there is much speculation who Larry's real identity is, but no definitive answer). Maugham says, "You learn more quickly under the guidance of experienced teachers. You waste a lot of time going down blind alleys if you have no one to lead you." To which Larry says, "You may be right. I don't mind if I make mistakes. It may be that in one of the blind alleys I may find something to my purpose."

I know my purpose is, in part, to be a teacher. I know that I meet roughly 100 strangers each year in my classroom, many of whom become my teachers. Although not guiding me as experienced teachers, they are the many blind alleys that offer a few treasures of insight and joy...


Sunday, October 19, 2014

Sharing...

I am all over the place in my mind this week (what's new). Words like story, relationship, isolation, journeyssharing, and gifts are bouncing around in my head along with a head cold and too much coffee... 

Facebook: This week I shared the  following status update on Facebook: Next five days... married for 17, together for 23, sober for 25. Just a little bragging here.  Thanks Kat and all the rest who are the glue in those crazy numbers. I am not one to normally count "Likes" too much, but I was taken aback by the percentage of my friends list took a moment to click (14.6% for those who like statistics). What was it that resonated with a big chunk of my "friends"? I am assuming it is a combination of several things; the components might be... The approval of my long marriage with Kat? The support for my sobriety? The participation in being some of the glue? At the heart of all of these reasons is relationships. Relationships are what people make with each other. The need for meaningful relationships is so critical for our well-being. I am reminded of the lesson offered in the book Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer. Here is part of the plot summary found on Wikipedia of the movie made from Krakauer's book: 

MAJOR SPOILER TO FOLLOW: IF YOU PLAN TO READ THE BOOK OR WATCH THE MOVIE YOU MAY NOT WANT TO READ THE NEXT FEW PARAGRAPHS. (If you do not wish to read the spoiler, listen to Eddie Vedder's beautiful piece from the movie, Society.)

In May 1992, Christopher McCandless (Emile Hirsch) arrives in a remote area just north of the Denali National Park and Preserve in Alaska and sets up a campsite in an abandoned bus, which he calls The Magic Bus. At first, McCandless is content with the isolation, the beauty of nature around him, and the thrill of living off the land. He hunts wild animals with a .22 caliber rifle, reads books, and keeps a diary of his thoughts as he prepares himself for a new life in the wild. 

Four months later at the abandoned bus, life for McCandless becomes harder and he becomes less discerning. As his supplies begin to run out, he realizes that nature is also harsh and uncaring. In the pain of realization, McCandless concludes that true happiness can only be found when shared with others and seeks to return from the wild to his friends and family.... ....Slowly dying, he continues to document his process of self-realization and accepts his fate, as he imagines his family for one last time. He writes a farewell to the world and crawls into his sleeping bag to die.

END OF SPOILER ZONE

Isolation and Sharing: True happiness can only be found when shared with others. That's the wisdom. We are social. It is in our nature to be social. Isolation at times is excellent. Travel with oneself is critical. Sitting quietly, alone is essential for so many of us. But we always need to return to someone or make new connections to share those quiet or isolated moments with others. 

eric: I am not sure how to communicate how each of these elements connect, but I wish to offer a short story from Shaun Tan again to finish off this entry (I opened my blog in September with Tan's artwork). This story, called eric, comes for the collection tales from outer suburbia (from which the main element of my blog banner was also taken). 

I think the "liking" of my anniversaries on Facebook, the wonderful and varied relationships I have in life, Christopher McCandless' isolation and final denumal, and eric's visit in our country all converge on what I have swirling in my head today. Here's eric. Enjoy.  


eric


some years ago we had a foreign exchange student come 
to live with us. We found it very difficult to pronounce 
his name correctly, but he didn't mind. 
He told us to just call him "Eric."



We had repainted the spare room, bought new rugs and furniture,
and generally made sure everything would be comfortable
for him. So I can't say why it was that Eric chose to sleep and
study most to the time in our kitchen pantry.


"It must be cultural thing," said Mum. "As long as he is happy."
We started storing food and kitchen things in other
cupboards so we wouldn't disturb him.



But sometimes I wondered if Eric was happy; he was so polite
that I'm not sure he would have told us if something bothered him.
A few times I saw him through the pantry door gap, studying with silent
intensity, and imagined what it might be like for him here in our country.


Secretly I had been looking forward to having a foreign visitor
— I had so many things to show him. For once I could be a local
expert, a fountain of interesting facts and opinions. Fortunately, 
Eric was very curious and always had plenty of questions.



However, they weren't the kind of questions I had been expecting


Most of the time I could only say,
"I'm not really sure," or, "That's just how it is."
I didn't feel very helpful at all.




I had planned for us to go on a number of weekly
excursions together, as I was determined to show our
visitor the best places in the city and its surrounds.
I think Eric enjoyed these trips, but once again,
it was hard to really know.













Most of the time Eric seemed more 
interested in small things he 
discovered on the ground.






I might have found this a little 
exasperating, but I kept thinking 
about what Mum had said, 
about the cultural thing. 
Then I didn't mind so much.







Nevertheless, none of us could help 
but be bewildered by the way Eric 
left our home: a sudden departure 
early one morning, with little more 
than a wave and a polite good-bye.



It actually took us a while to realize he wasn't coming back.























     There was much speculation over dinner later
that evening. Did Eric seem upset? Did he enjoiy
his stay? Would we ever heard rom him again?
     An uncomfortable feeling hung in the air, like 
something unfinished, unresolved. It bothered us 
for hours, or at least until one of us discovered what 
was in the pantry.
     Go and see for yourself: It's still there after all these 
years, thriving in the darkness. It's the first thing we 
show any new visits to our house. "Look what our 
foreign exchange student left for us," we tell them.
     "It must be a cultural thing,' says Mum.









Sunday, October 12, 2014

"I have lived on the lip of insanity..."



History: A few years ago my classroom was left unlocked, and during the evening of a school event, my laptop was stolen. Now mind you, I used to leave my room open all day, every day, and for over a decade had almost no problems with leaving out numerous things of value (even small amounts of cash). I could count the number of a decades' worth of missing objects on my hand, and their total value was less than the gas money needed to replace them. I took pride in the honesty of my community of learners and trusted in it daily. 

Lost Items: And then my laptop was stolen. I was devastated. Although I do backups, they are infrequent enough that I lost hours of curricular development. Although I use passwords, I could not risk my accounts being accessed and so deleted numerous processes (and subsequently lost hundred of dollars of music and app rights in iTunes). I worried about credit cards stored (encrypted) and changed them anyway. I did not realize how much I relied on my whole life being synced in my "mobile" device-of-choice, a mac laptop. I was unable to effectively maintain the school website, use images and presentation software for my classes, listen to music in my prep periods to sooth my wandering mind. I was way more lost than I would have believed having lost my computer.

Violation: I sank into a bit of a funk. Less smily, more guarded, low energy, I went about my job reminding myself that "I am not my computer." I thought I was adapting to this sudden forced change as well as could be expected. A few days went by and I gave a test to my students on my test day. Although I wandered the classroom and answered questions as needed, I found my mind preoccupied with anxiety and distrust. I felt violated. I felt foolish for feeling violated. It was a laptop worth only a few hundred dollars at best (it was aging and off-gassing: some of it's plastic components were starting to break down.) Maybe I wasn't handling things so well. Was I so preoccupied with my possessions that this would rattle me? Was I so attached to the products of my past work that I was delving into a funk that was unshakable and affecting those around me? What was wrong with me that I was not giving myself to my job as I was used to? Aarghhhh!

Non-Attachment: When I was living/studying in India I kept a journal with all my reflections, poetry, observations about some insights I was having. I was transforming in a positive way, and better yet, I was aware of my growth and wanted to write down my ideas so I could refine them when I came down from the high of my  experience. And then my journal was stolen... most likely by one of the many young boys who hung around our band as we traveled. My teacher suggested that it probably turned into a quick warm fire on a cold morning or was used as toilet paper. He laughed and compassionately said, "maybe it is a lesson on non-attachment for you." It was a tough lesson. I had letters for my girlfriend who I was beginning to think could be a partner for life (I DID marry her five years later). I had reflections on why I had been so lost when I was in high-school. I had little moments of poetry that were clear, and to me felt beautiful, and I hoped to share them with whoever might listen. And regardless of whether my work was cremated or wiped, it was gone. Non-attachment.

Melancholy: It was fall when my laptop was stolen. I love the fall. The fall taunts me with melancholy and rewards me with the smell of cook-fires. The fall is a cold breeze on my face and a cup of hot tea in my hands. I get reflective and I regress. I think the contrasts are what I am drawn to, and which tweak me a bit. It's like chasing a bite of chocolate with a piece of sharp Vermont Cheddar. Nom nom nom. It seems fitting that this laptop incident happened at the end of October. It's always in October; whatever it is. It is hard to explain how October feels to me. The 1995, 10x platinum, Smashing Pumpkins album Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness comes close. My wife asked years ago, "Doesn't it brilliantly define the teen experience with all the conflicting emotions?" I have to agree. It does: Bullet with Butterfly Wings: "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." Thirty-Three: "Intoxicated with the madness, I'm in love with my sadness." 1979: "No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake it." Tonight, Tonight: "Time is never time at all, you can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth, and our lives are forever changed, we will never be the same." And on and on...

Test Day Doodles: And so on my test day, in between answering questions and wandering around the class, and while I was not feeling trust nor faith in students, and while I was licking my melancholic wounds of October, I resorted to doodling. In reflection I think I must have been tuned into poem drawings that I've seen my students doing for English class, and I must have been tuned into a poem that is a personal favorite. But what started out as self-pity, angst, a romantic embrace of madness turned into insight and peace. Rumi's poem tricked me to kick open my mind and remember that I am looking for reasons. October was over, November brought promise of more stability, and the kindness of my friends and students washed away the melancholy. Rumi wrote:

I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I've been knocking from the inside.

The Return: Students figured out in a few days what had happened to my laptop. Their collective outrage, colleagues' offers of help and compassion, the administration's quick support for me, and my family's understanding quickly smoothed my over-reactive feelings of violation. Weeks later the stolen laptop mysteriously appeared in my closet shelved among the books of poetry and Asian wisdom. I had had time to doodle, find some perspective, reflect on my October. The contrasts of wisdom and foolishness, self-indulgence and community, living in the moment and dwelling on lost moments moved into a sweet blend of acceptance and restored trust. What had knocked me out of whack had very little to do with my actual laptop. It had nothing to do with monetary value. I allowed myself to be distracted by the re-injury of lost creative work. But the real pain was the temporary loss of faith and trust in my students. I allowed one impulsive act of weakness to tarnish my feelings for students in general. Foolish man.

The End: And in the end, that one unknown soul who experienced one weak moment found the courage to undo his one impulsive and selfish act. I checked the logs of the CPU processes. They told a story of several attempts to break in, disconnection from the network, further attempts to reboot and login, and finally the death of the battery's charge. And there the logs lose track of the story. The best part of the story remains untold. It is the struggle by one to do the right thing and find a way out. 

Postscript: I should note that I kept the returned computer a secret from everyone save my Principal. Weeks after the computer was "shelved" in my closet I did note that a dear student, lost at times, but very good in heart, repeatedly checked in with me asking if I had recovered my laptop yet. It was curious, his choice of words, his repeated check-ins. He did not share other students' condemnation of the thief. He seemed worried I had not gotten my property back, yet. I never said, "I forgive you." But I did find the compassion to say, "I am sure it was only taken in a moment of weakness, and whoever took it was probably a good person at heart." He smiled at that, and didn't check on the laptop's fate again... 

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Mangalyaan...


From the NYT Opinion Pages, SEPT. 25, 2014:

"In successfully launching an orbiter to Mars this week, India’s space program demonstrated what’s possible when a determined group of people put their minds to solving a complex problem.

India’s Mangalyaan, or “Mars craft” in Hindi, is not the first orbiter to reach the Red Planet — the United States, the Soviet Union and the European Space Agency have previously achieved that feat — but it has done so in its first attempt and on a shoestring budget of $74 million. (NASA’s Maven mission to Mars cost $671 million).

Furthermore, India is the first Asian nation to reach Mars. The Indian satellite will remain in an elliptical orbit around Mars to study the planet’s surface and atmosphere.
" (Read the rest of the opinion here.)

I have had an interest in India ever since I lived there for a semester in 1992. I have had an interest in Mars since forever (actually, since my grade school classmate Benji Farr got me excited about space travel and Mars in particular). So when India gets into the Mars race, I get a little nutty!

Recently I picked up The Mars Trilogy (for the fourth time) by Kim Stanley Robinson. It paints an interesting and seemingly plausible future where the colonization of Mars is a possibility driven by necessity. The books focus on relationships of the "first 100" and the resulting multi-global politics that surround an overpopulation-driven land and resource grab. Here is an excerpt from Red Mars that speaks to the perspective of truly changing one's world view and hints at the wisdom that can be brought by time:

"Everything had changed, it seemed; the world and its civilization all grown vastly larger and more complicated. And yet there they stood nevertheless, all the oh-so-familier faces changed, aged in all the ways human faces age: time texturing them with erosion as if they had lived for geological ages, giving them a knowing look, as if one could see the aquifers behind their eyes. They were in their seventies now, most of them. And the world was indeed larger—"

The impulse to explore space costs a lot, even when done as cheaply as India's Mangalyaan. I have heard and read critics who believe that the effort is ill spent money. Out problems on Earth should trump NASA and others' experiments out there. And yet, what dreams are born with men and women risking so much to push the boundaries of where we have walked? How many kids yearn for the unknown places to be uncovered like a mystery box opened? Nobody expects little green men to leap out from behind a rock, but wouldn't it be cool to find a little lichen somewhere in a deep crevasse on the red planet? I found a website that attempts to show earthly technologies that have been improved or created as a result of our impulse to explore space. I have not vetted the list, but the items seem plausible enough to be extensions of NASA work that I have not felt the need to doubt the claims. Some of the items of note to me:
  • Light-Emitting Diodes (LEDs)
  • Infrared Ear Thermometers 
  • Anti-Icing Systems
  • Highway Safety Grooving
  • Improved Radial Tires
  • Land Mine Removal
  • Fire-Resistant Reinforcement
  • Firefighter Gear
  • Temper Foam
  • Enriched Baby Food
  • Portable Cordless Vacuums
  • Freeze Drying Technology
http://spinoff.nasa.gov/Spinoff2008/tech_benefits.html

It is good to dream and even better to cheer for those who live out our dreams. I have long said I would like to live to see someone step foot on Mars, felt crushed when the financial crisis on the 2000s forced NASA's Mars program to be severely scaled back, and now feel hope as India joins the effort.