Showing posts with label impressions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label impressions. Show all posts

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Really America? Really?

Just pondering a few questions, answers to which are possibly more important than we may realize:

  • Are a professional basketball player's bedroom choices really worth a couple days' headlines and a personal, congratulatory phone call from the President of these United States to commend him for his courage? Really? Frankly, I don't give a damn.
  • Why did the United States leave four citizens hanging in the wind in far away Libya, resulting in their deaths? Really, why?
  • Must I accept the redefining of Marriage? If so...what's next on the agenda?
  • What good are even more gun laws going to do in the prevention of murder? After all, check the trends from 1993 to 2011 as published by the Bureau of Justice Statistics here
  • How rampant is human trafficking in the United States? Is one particular group responsible for most of it? 
  • Is my Baby Boomer generation the last to experience "retirement" as it used to be known?
  • Did the Cleveland PD totally drop the ball on fully investigating strange reports from that house-turned-prison in their city? 
  • Where have all the Woodward- and Bernstein-like real investigative reporters gone? 
  • Why do we give more of our time and effort considering the latest Lindsay Lohan drunken episode or Kim Kardashian's marital mess than we do to matters that are actually important
    • (By the way, who was thrown off Dancing With The Stars last night???)
  • Have welfare programs doomed America's future? 
  • Is personal responsibility a thing of the past?
  • Has consideration of these questions ruined your mood for the day?

I'm normally quite a positive guy, but these questions and more have me a bit in the doldrums lately. 

Lord, help us. 


Tuesday, February 12, 2013

What a Difference 2,400 Miles Can Make!

Recently, we spent a terrific week in Nuevo Vallarta, 
enjoying the sun, water and beauty of the central Pacific coast of Mexico. 



Swim-up bar, of course!


Beautiful landscaping throughout the grounds of the resort. 





But, all good things must come to an end. We returned home to find winter was still in full force. 



I know they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
but winter really does have a special peacefulness, doesn't it?


Thursday, November 8, 2012

Helvetia's Dream

I am a neophyte astronomer, hoping that I can make time available to study the vast universe surrounding us, and I also thoroughly enjoy time-lapse video. Well, this one combines the two with lovely music...a fascinating and absolutely beautiful combination.

This video's creator/photographer is Alessandro Della Bella, a professional photographer living in Switzerland, most if not all of the scenes are in that part of the world. It is certainly beautiful country.

I highly suggest watching in HD expanded to full screen for your best experience. Enjoy!


Helvetia's Dream from Alessandro Della Bella on Vimeo.

Thanks to Phil Plait at Bad Astronomy for featuring this video.


Saturday, November 3, 2012

An Amazing Natural Display

One of the blogs I follow, Bad Astronomy, posted an amazing photo today. I must say, had I witnessed this in person I may have dropped to my knees, bowed my head and waited to be "beamed away"!

Is this not beautiful?
photo credit: David Hathaway, a solar physicist at NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center
in Huntsville, Alabama
An explanation of this phenomenon from the blog entry:
It’s funny what tiny little ice crystals can do. Floating high in the air, suspended by air currents, they hang there… and then a ray of sunshine enters them. The light gets bent due to complicated physics, the interplay of that beam of light passing from air to a solid crystal and out again. But once that beam leaves, the sky can light up with a wizard’s pattern of colors and shapes. And if you’re very, very lucky, you’ll see something that you’ll remember the rest of your life.
For a full explanation and more information about the photo, go here. Pretty amazing, eh?



Thursday, October 18, 2012

And They Vote, Too!

Jimmy Kimmel Live did their "Man On the Street" interviews this week, asking who people felt won the second Presidential Debate. But, there's a catch:  they were asking "who won last night's debate" FOUR HOURS prior to the debate taking place!

Is it the camera and microphone? On camera, no one wants to look uninformed, so they ad lib? I don't know, but it is scary to think that these folks may be helping to select our next President in just a couple weeks.


Friday, October 5, 2012

Very Little Stars

I find time-lapse photography fascinating. In this piece, creator Ben Wiggins mixes wilderness with city shots to make things even more interesting. Just when I found myself starting to relax, wham!, in came the hustle-bustle city shots, just to shake things up a bit. Still, it's all good.

From the speeding train to the busy city street corner, there's never a dull moment in this one. Watching in full-screen mode is highly encouraged.


Very Little Stars from Timelapse, Inc. on Vimeo.

A tip o' the hat to the Bad Astronomy blog for bringing this video to my attention.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Puttin' Up the Flag

A good friend just sent me the following link. Sorry I couldn't find a way to embed the video, but you can get there easy enough by just "clicking" the link shown below.

Just simple facts, along with some feelings, stated well by a guy that could be called a member of our great Silent Majority. Yes, it has a tiny religious bent to it, but why not? This is America and we're free to do that.

Yes, I'm sappy, patriotic, country-loving...things that sometimes make other parts of the world hate us. No, we are far from perfect, but I can't think of a better place.

God Bless America!



Friday, August 3, 2012

Angel Flight

Although I never got up in the air, unbelievably, I did spend four years in the U.S. Air Force. This video had many emotions jumping to the surface of my awareness. Pride in these air crews, the air traffic controllers that guide them, and the men and women on the ground, even today, fighting in the hope of helping parts of our world to become better places. 

Still, it all begs the question in this old guy's heart:  is it all really worth it?

With that question floating out there, grab a tissue, if you're at all an emotional sap like me, and watch this outstanding four-minute video. 


Thursday, July 19, 2012

Are We...Well, Are We?

I received a link to this promo of a new HBO program, The Newsroom, from a friend. Take a look and see if it really grabs you by the throat, as it did me. I believe there is much truth to be found here. It almost makes me want to add an HBO subscription to our cable plan...almost.

(Oh, this is HBO, so it does have the obligatory f-bomb sprinkled lightly within)

So, I ask myself, did MY generation—baby boomers—cause the changes? Are we the ones responsible for changing America from that Bright, Shining City on a Hill to a country torn apart by this or that label? Maybe those Gen-X folks caused it, eh? One thing for sure: this clip demonstrates why I decided to turn off conservative radio, for one thing, and try to concentrate on things more positive-leaning.

So, what do you say? Is America the greatest country in the world? Was it? Should it be? Need it be? Do you give a rat's behind if we are, or not?




Thursday, July 12, 2012

It's Official: They ALL Knew

The report is out and we who love collegiate sports, football in particular, have had their worst fears confirmed. Joe-Pa knew...they all knew, from the PSU President, to the Vice President, to the Athletic Director, amazingly including a man I held in very high regard until recently, Head Coach Paterno.

The Louis Freeh investigative team released their report today, stating:

"Our most saddening and sobering finding is the total disregard for the safety and welfare of Sandusky's child victims by the most senior leaders at Penn State," Freeh wrote in his summary of his report. "The most powerful men at Penn State failed to take any steps for 14 years to protect the children who Sandusky victimized. Messrs. Spanier, Schultz, Paterno and Curley never demonstrated, through actions or words, any concern for the safety and well-being of Sandusky's victims until after Sandusky's arrest."
It makes me sick. Find a tall, strong oak tree and use a thick rope. Knot it around Sandusky's hangy-down parts and pull him up, very slowly, from the ground. The others can have the benefit of a scaffolding and trap door, except for Paterno, of course; he assumed room temperature knowing he had abandoned the welfare of defenseless kids in favor of saving face and protecting a profitable sports program. Disgusting.

Since 1965, I've been a raving lunatic Michigan Wolverine football fan. I hold Bo Schembechler in the highest regard possible. He ran, to the best of my knowledge, the cleanest, toughest, best football program in the nation for twenty years. Please God, don't let there be an as yet unknown ugly skeleton in his closet. It's just too damn hard to have your heroes disintegrate into useless dust.

I know their cheer, I heard it time and again while tailgating prior to our contests against them in Ann Arbor: WE ARE...PENN STATE!

I doubt it will be shouted with such volume or conviction any time in the coming years. What a damn shame.


Thursday, June 14, 2012

Sweet Thursday

Sweet Thursday is of course the day following Lousy Wednesday. To better describe Lousy Wednesday, Steinbeck's own words do it best:

"Some days are born ugly. From the very first light they are no damn good whatever the weather, and everybody knows it. No one knows what causes this, but on such a day people resist getting out of bed and set their heels against the day. When they are finally forced out by hunger or job they find that the day is just as lousy as they knew it would be.
"On such a day it is impossible to make a good cup of coffee, shoestrings break, cups leap from the shelf by themselves and shatter on the floor, children ordinarily honest tell lies, and children ordinarily good unscrew the tap handles of the gas range and lose the screws and have to be spanked. This is the day the cat chooses to have kittens and housebroken dogs wet the parlor rug.
"Oh, it’s awful on such a day! The postman brings overdue bills. If it’s sunny it’s too damn sunny, and if it is dark who can stand it?" --John Steinbeck, Sweet Thursday

The novel Sweet Thursday, John Steinbeck's sequel to his great Cannery Row, has always held a place of special honor on my bookshelf because of the wonderful way Steinbeck weaves the relationships between friends, those wanting to help another yet having no clue as to how to best achieve a good result. I can't recall when I first read Sweet Thursday; perhaps in one of those high school English classes, but I'll defer to Clay on that one.

There are dozens of delightful exchanges, from which one can either laugh or, perhaps more often, scratch your head and say, "yeah, exactly!" Here's a perfect example:

"... "You know, Suzy, there ain't no way in the world to get in trouble by keeping your mouth shut. You look back at every mess you ever got in and you'll find your tongue started it."
"That's true," said Suzy. "But I can't seem to stop."
"You got to learn it like you learn anything else---just practice. The next thing is opinions. Hell Suzy, we ain't got no opinions! We just say stuff we heard or seen in the movies. We're scared we'll miss something, like running for a bus. That's the second rule: lay off opinions because you ain't really got any."
"You got 'em numbered, huh?" said Suzy.
"I could write a book," said Fauna. "'If She Could, I Could.' Now take number three. There don't nobody listen, and it's so easy! You don't have to do nothing when you listen. If you do listen it's pretty interesting. If a guy says something that pricks up your interest, why, don't hide it from him, kind of try to wonder what he's thinking instead of how you're going to answer him back."
"You're sure putting the finger on me," Suzy said softly.
"I only got a little more, but it's the hardest of all, and the easiest."
"What number?"
"I lost track. Don't pretend to be something you ain't, and don't make like you know something you don't, or sooner or later you'll sure fall on your ass. And there's one more part to this one, whatever number it is: they ain't nobody was ever insulted by a question. S'pose Doc says something and you don't know what it means. Ask him! The nicest thing in the world you can do for anybody is let them help you.""

The following passage, however, is The One that has always grabbed me, slapped me up side of my head and held fast:
Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the bastard Time. The end of life is now not so terribly far away--you can see it the way you see the finish line when you come into the stretch--and your mind says, "Have I worked enough? Have I eaten enough? Have I loved enough?" All of these, of course, are the foundation of man's greatest curse, and perhaps his greatest glory. "What has my life meant so far, and what can it mean in the time left to me?" And now we're coming to the wicked, poisoned dart: "What have I contributed to the Great Ledger? What am I worth?" And this isn't vanity or ambition. Men seem to be born with a debt they can never pay no matter how hard they try. It piles up ahead of them. Man owes something to man. If he ignores the debt it poisons him, and if he tries to make payments the debt only increases, and the quality of his gift is the measure of the man.
I encourage you to chew on that mouthful of wisdom for a while!


I just downloaded the Kindle version of Sweet Thursday to my iPad. I look forward to becoming reacquainted with that old friend and thought-provoking source of insight, as well as the interesting cast of characters contained within its pages.


Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Our Beautiful Home

I'll admit it: I'm a Space Junkie. Whether near or far, just above our home here on Earth or beyond our solar system, it fascinates me. I also love music; from the classics, Beethoven's Ninth Symphony is my all-time favorite, to Classic Rock sung by Bob Seger and others, to present-day Country 'n' Western tunes.

Put those two loves together and you just may find yourself enthralled with something like the fantastic production from NASA shown below. We live in a beautiful place. As you watch, note the location identification that will pop up in the lower left corner from time to time—nice to know what you're seeing.

Sit back, make sure the speakers are turned on, and enjoy the beauty and wonder of our planet for the next four minutes...

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This video features a series of time lapse sequences photographed by the Expedition 30 crew aboard the International Space Station. Set to the song "Walking in the Air," by Howard Blake, the video takes viewers around the world, through auroras, and over dazzling lightning displays.

Published on Apr 20, 2012 by ReelNASA


Saturday, April 21, 2012

R.I.P. Facts


I ran across this tongue-in-cheek article and decided to post it for your perusal. I think you, as I, will find it both humorous in ways and somewhat sad in others. Yes, it contains a political bent, but what doesn't these days?

Think about it. What is truth? What is an absolute fact any longer?

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Facts, 360 B.C.-A.D. 2012
In memoriam: After years of health problems, Facts has finally died.

April 19, 2012 | By Rex W. Huppke, Chicago Tribune reporter

A quick review of the long and illustrious career of Facts reveals some of the world's most cherished absolutes: Gravity makes things fall down; 2 + 2 = 4; the sky is blue.

But for many, Facts' most memorable moments came in simple day-to-day realities, from a child's certainty of its mother's love to the comforting knowledge that a favorite television show would start promptly at 8 p.m.

Over the centuries, Facts became such a prevalent part of most people's lives that Irish philosopher Edmund Burke once said: "Facts are to the mind what food is to the body."

To the shock of most sentient beings, Facts died Wednesday, April 18, after a long battle for relevancy with the 24-hour news cycle, blogs and the Internet. Though few expected Facts to pull out of its years-long downward spiral, the official cause of death was from injuries suffered last week when Florida Republican Rep. Allen West steadfastly declared that as many as 81 of his fellow members of the U.S. House of Representatives are communists.

Facts held on for several days after that assault — brought on without a scrap of evidence or reason — before expiring peacefully at its home in a high school physics book. Facts was 2,372.

"It's very depressing," said Mary Poovey, a professor of English at New York University and author of "A History of the Modern Fact." "I think the thing Americans ought to miss most about facts is the lack of agreement that there are facts. This means we will never reach consensus about anything. Tax policies, presidential candidates. We'll never agree on anything."

Facts was born in ancient Greece, the brainchild of famed philosopher Aristotle. Poovey said that in its youth, Facts was viewed as "universal principles that everybody agrees on" or "shared assumptions."

But in the late 16th century, English philosopher and scientist Sir Francis Bacon took Facts under his wing and began to develop a new way of thinking.

"There was a shift of the word 'fact' to refer to empirical observations," Poovey said.
Facts became concrete observations based on evidence. It was growing up.
Through the 19th and 20th centuries, Facts reached adulthood as the world underwent a shift toward proving things true through the principles of physics and mathematical modeling. There was respect for scientists as arbiters of the truth, and Facts itself reached the peak of its power.

But those halcyon days would not last.

People unable to understand how science works began to question Facts. And at the same time there was a rise in political partisanship and a growth in the number of media outlets that would disseminate information, rarely relying on feedback from Facts.

"There was an erosion of any kind of collective sense of what's true or how you would go about verifying any truth claims," Poovey said. "Opinion has become the new truth. And many people who already have opinions see in the 'news' an affirmation of the opinion they already had, and that confirms their opinion as fact."

Though weakened, Facts managed to persevere through the last two decades, despite historic setbacks that included President Bill Clinton's affair with Monica Lewinsky, the justification for PresidentGeorge W. Bush's decision to invade Iraq and the debate over President Barack Obama's American citizenship.

Facts was wounded repeatedly throughout the recent GOP primary campaign, near fatally when Michele Bachmann claimed a vaccine for a sexually transmitted disease causes mental retardation. In December, Facts was briefly hospitalized after MSNBC's erroneous report that GOP presidential candidate Mitt Romney's campaign was using an expression once used by the Ku Klux Klan.

But friends and relatives of Facts said Rep. West's claim that dozens of Democratic politicians are communists was simply too much for the aging concept to overcome.

As the world mourned Wednesday, some were unwilling to believe Facts was actually gone.
Gary Alan Fine, the John Evans Professor of Sociology at Northwestern University, said: "Facts aren't dead. If anything, there are too many of them out there. There has been a population explosion."

Fine pointed to one of Facts' greatest battles, the debate over global warming.

"There are all kinds of studies out there," he said. "There is more than enough information to make any case you want to make. There may be a preponderance of evidence and there are communities that decide something is a fact, but there are enough facts that people who are opposed to that claim have their own facts to rely on."

To some, Fine's insistence on Facts' survival may seem reminiscent of the belief that rock stars like Jim Morrison are still alive.
"How do I know if Jim Morrison is dead?" Fine asked. "How do I know he's dead except that somebody told me that?"

Poovey, however, who knew Facts as well as anyone, said Facts' demise is undoubtedly factual.
"American society has lost confidence that there's a single alternative," she said. "Anybody can express an opinion on a blog or any other outlet and there's no system of verification or double-checking, you just say whatever you want to and it gets magnified. It's just kind of a bizarre world in which one person's opinion counts as much as anybody else's."

Facts is survived by two brothers, Rumor and Innuendo, and a sister, Emphatic Assertion.

Services are alleged to be private. In lieu of flowers, the family requests that mourners make a donation to their favorite super PAC.

rhuppke@tribune.com

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Eagle Owl Slo-Mo

This, to me anyway, is a very cool piece of super slow-motion videography.

Check it out:



Now, just to show you where an old guy's "head" goes from time to time, I must say that this reminds me of the old Last Great Act of Defiance cartoon/poster from a few years ago. It depicted an eagle, talons extended and wings outstretched much like this owl, bearing down on a defenseless mouse.

The little mouse, seeing no way out, realizing all was lost, simply did what he felt would be his final action before sure death:  he's shown facing the eagle straight on and extending a very meaningful digit of his right hand/paw/foot.

You get the idea. When all is surely lost...take your best shot!

Friday, December 3, 2010

The People that Touch Our Lives

I don’t know about you, but it amazes me that I have a hard time remembering the name of someone I met last week, yet a name from 50 years ago is right there waiting to be retrieved from its memory cell.

I’m talking about those people that made a huge impression, those that touched my life in such significant ways they’ll never be forgotten. Let’s trip back to 1953 and kindergarten class led by Mrs. Ross. Black hair brushed straight back and formed into a bun and the type of kind personality that helped a scared and confused kid get settled in his first class.

Fast-forward to third grade and Mrs. Carey comes to mind; a rotund lady with perfume that announced her presence from across a crowded classroom. She, too, made a difference in the life of this kid just beginning to grasp the intricacies of solving a seemingly complex math problem. Those two teachers at Kramer Elementary in Center Line, Michigan touched my life in very positive ways and it appears I’ll never forget them.

The one teacher that holds the first prize for “making a difference” is Clayton Hufnagel, my instructor (and mentor) through four years of English classes at Lutheran High School East in Harper Woods, Michigan. Mr. Hufnagel instilled a love of language and impressed upon a young teen how important expressing oneself clearly would be throughout life. Know what? He hit the nail on the head. I tried to throw him a curve when we were assigned the task of memorizing a “classic” poem and reciting it in class. I chose a very short excerpt from Chaucer’s Prologue to the Canterbury Tales and can still let it flow at a moment’s notice…in the original, Middle English, of course:

     Whan that Aprill, with his shoures soote
     The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
     And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
     Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
     Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
     Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
     The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
     Hath in the ram his halfe cours yronne,
     And smale foweles maken melodye

Enough of that, you get the idea. I can still remember Mr. Hufnagel standing at the back of the room, smiling, and his question, “so what does it mean?” when I finished. Whoa! Talk about a frozen moment! I took my best shot (guess) and must have done all right judging by the A+ grade received. He made me learn, to think and to remember. Great teachers and memorable folks will do that. Thanks, Clay.