Ak'voh

I am a huge Star Trek fan.  There are moments and scenes in all five of the live television shows in the series that are incredibly emotional.  This is one of them, and its relation to an event in my life. This scene is from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine episode "The Ship".  In this episode, there is a conflict between a character, Miles O'Brien and Worf, a Klingon.  On an away mission, O'Brien's friend, Muniz, was injured and slowly bleeding to death.  Worf tells O'Brien that Muniz will not recover and should prepare for death. O'Brien vehemently disagrees, saying that Muniz should keep fighting. Muniz eventually dies.  The away team is recovered, along with Muniz's body.  In the last scene of the show, O'Brien is sitting in the cargo bay, with Munoz's casket, telling him stories. Worf enters.

WORF: I did not mean to interrupt.

O'BRIEN:  It's all right.

WORF:    You are performing Ak'voh... for your friend.

O'BRIEN:  I am?

WORF: (nodding)  An old Klingon tradition. When a warrior dies in battle, his comrades stay with the body to keep away predators. That allows the spirit to leave the body when it is ready for the long journey to Sto'Vo'Kor.

O'BRIEN:  A fine tradition.

Worf nods and takes a seat next to O'Brien.

O'BRIEN:  What are you doing?

WORF:   We shall both keep the predators away.

My father passed away in the hospital.  After he died, they removed all of the tubes and breathing apparatus and left him to lie peacefully on the bed.  My mother, brother and I gathered around him, waiting to see what happened next.  Would they take him to the morgue?  Would the funeral home come to pick him up?  I'd like to think we were performing ak'voh.  We kept him safe  until his spirit left his body and made the long journey to his equivalent of Sto'Vo'Kor, where I know it arrived safely and he will live forever.  I know I will see him again, someday.

(from "Star Trek: Deep Space Nine", episode "The Ship", teleplay by Hans Beimler, story by Pam Wigginton and Rick Cason)

The Smoking Girl

Steve noticed the pretty young girl walking with Beth, the H.R. chief.  He saw her again the next morning, as he walked to the front door from his car.  She was outside, dutifully observing the thirty-foot buffer zone, smoking a cigarette.  Almost every day after, Steve would see The Smoking Girl outside.  He’d smile and nod, and she’d smile back.  When he didn’t see her on days it was raining or cold, he thought about making an excuse to go to the underground parking garage, which was the other designated smoking area.  “Nah,” he said to himself.  “too stalky.”

 

One day, he finally talked to her.  They caught an elevator together on the first floor.  Just as he started to speak, it hit him – the unmistakable stench of a heavy cigarette smoker, thick and vile.  Steve willed his body with all his might to not cough.  Thankfully, she exited the car on the second floor.  The Smoking Girl was gone, along with the heavy smell, although the remnants remained in the car for his trip up the next two floors. 

Steve felt a wave of sadness and resignation.  The Smoking Girl was so pretty, but with that baggage, he couldn’t see talking to her at all. 

Later that week, everybody at work was on edge.  Steve’s nerves jangled constantly, like that feeling right before a car crash.  He saw Jacob in the lunchroom.

“What’s going on?”  Steve asked, “Everyone seems weirded out.”

Jacob didn’t reply.  Instead he looked out of the large picture windows past the tables.  There was a light rain, and the sky, which was a dull slate gray earlier, had changed to a pasty green color.  The clouds seemed to pulse as the green color changed shades.

“I’m leaving.”  Jacob said.  “I’m calling my wife and going home.  You should too.”  With that, he left. 

Steve started back to his office to get his things.  Once on his floor, he called out, “Hello?  Anyone here?”  No response. 

A wave of fear washed over him, adding to his already jangled nerves.  Instead of going to his office, he pushed the door open to the stairs and ran as fast as he could down to the bottom sub-basement stairwell that led to the parking garage.  He threw himself in the corner and curled into a ball, with the concrete stairs between him and the big heavy door. 

The crack that followed was so loud and violent it split the sky.  The heavy steel door was blown inward and smashed the concrete stairs to rubble.  A gust of hot air pinned Steve against the wall as he closed his eyes and curled tighter.  The earth and sky roared.

Then, a second later, it was quiet.  Steve opened his eyes.  The building was no longer above him.  He was in a giant pit, filled with broken concrete and twisted pieces of metal.  Listening, he heard nothing.  The sky had changed back to a normal slate gray, and he even saw some pockets of blue poking through.  He stood up and carefully picked his way through the rubble.  Cresting the rim of the pit, he saw only devastation.  He looked for people, for bodies, for anything. 

Evidence of human civilization had been erased.  Steve could see to the horizon in all directions.  All that remained was rubble, smoke and ashes.  Steve collapsed and held his head in his hands, trying to comprehend it all.  He sat at the edge of the pit, his body and mind shutting down. 

After what seemed like hours, Steve stood up and picked his way along the edge, heading for what he thought was once the parking lot.  Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a flash.  It was the color green.  It was stark in its noticeability, since his world no longer included trees or grass.  “There’s a plant that survived this?”  He thought, as he gingerly moved to see what it was.  The green was a sleeve!  A sleeve that was moving!  Someone else is alive!  As he got closer, Steve saw the prone figure, moving in the rubble.

It was The Smoking Girl.  Hoping to not break an ankle, Steve moved as fast as he could to her.  She was slowly trying to get up.  The Smoking Girl was dirty and grimy, but at that moment, was the most beautiful sight in the word.  She turned to see him standing there, and her eyes, coated in dust, widened in awe and wonder that, by a miracle, another human had survived.

“Are you okay?  Can you stand up?”  He asked.

She nodded slowly.  He put his arm around her and helped her stand.

“Steve.”  He said.  “My name is Steve.”

“I’m Caroline.”

They stood for a moment, and then hugged tightly.  This was the hug of humanity, a species that survived for four million years of cataclysms, a species that survived a little bit longer.  That was when it hit him.  The thick, acrid smell of cigarette smoke on her breath entered his nose, invaded his lungs.  Somehow, he didn’t seem to mind.  

One of the most awesome things this century happens in 2017. . . well, at least until 2024.

One of the most awesome things this century happens in 2017. . . well, at least until 2024.

On August 21, 2017, a total solar eclipse will bisect the United States from Oregon to South Carolina.  The last total solar eclipse to occur on the United States mainland was in 1979.  So, this is going be a natural event of monumental proportions.  According to this eclipse website, the last total solar eclipse was not a good one to observe because of the weather.  I’m going to go out on a limb here and say this won’t be a problem here.  Because the path of totality is going across the freakin’ country, you should have time to go to a place where observation is perfect. 

I have never seen a total eclipse before, and, before I knew about this one, a dream of mine was to go on one of these “eclipse cruises” that sails to wherever there is an eclipse.  I remember back in high school there was a partial eclipse, maybe in Mexico, and it darkened quite a bit.  However, from what I've read and heard from firsthand observers, there is nothing like seeing the real thing, live and in color.

Here is a 2017 eclipse website that is pretty good and thorough.  I realize it is three years and nine months away, but still, I can’t help but be stoked.

Oh, about the title of this post?  Well, in 2024, the United States gets ANOTHER total solar eclipse, also bisecting the country, this time from Texas to Maine.  We’ve quite hit the eclipse lottery the next few years.  

Paris. Rain. Night.

"It's a rainy night in Paris, and I'm sitting by the Seine. It's a pleasure to be soaking the European rain . . ."

Billy Joel "Somewhere Along the Line"

The poignancy of that song was not lost on David as he sat, in the rain, on a park bench by the Seine river. In reality it was more of a light mist, and the evening was cool enough to wear a raincoat. The girl, Emily, with whom he had corresponded by computer on Skype for the better part of three months was supposed to meet him there. It was either divine inspiration or sheer idiocy that he suggested this meeting place. Although David lived in Colorado, and Emily lived in Washington, his theory was this: that any girl who would fly across the ocean to meet him must sort of be interested. If she didn't show up, well, he had a EurailPass and an open ended return flight and could see the countries he had not seen for several years.

(Sixteen days ago)

DancingCloud: I think it's time we meet - as people and not pixels and random 1s and 0s?
David_47: Deal. Where and when?
DancingCloud: You pick.
David_47: Ooh. Hard. Too much pressure. I can have until tomorrow?
DancingCloud: OK. Same time?
David_47: OK.
DancingCloud: Love you, David.
David_47: Love you, Emily.

(Fifteen days ago)

David_47: Friday, May 27th. Paris, France. By the Seine River at the intersection of Henry IV and Rue Schomburg. 6:00 P.M. Paris time.
(after a a pause of a minute or so)
DancingCloud: OK. Let's not talk any more until then?
David_47: OK. Love you.
DancingCloud: Love you.

And so that's how it went down. That's why he was here, in Paris, at the intersection of Henry IV and Rue Schomburg, at 5:52 P.M. this 27th day of May. The residents of the City of Light passed his bench, walking quickly to get home and a nice glass of wine.

A few glanced his way, probably wondering why he was sitting there. One passer-by saw David, and being a romantic at heart, saw him as waiting for his girlfriend or wife. The passer-by thought to himself, "She would walk up, they would hug and kiss, and walk together, hand-in-hand back to their apartment, their happiness at being together erasing the rain."

He was waiting for Emily, his girlfriend. It started by exchanging comments, then progressed to emails, messages and Skype. Over long conversations, almost daily, they shared secrets and fears and laughter.

Wrapped up in his thoughts, his heart sunk when he checked his watch. It was 6:12. No messages, no phone calls. "Do I have my answer?" he thought. Almost an hour later, no messages, no phone calls, no Emily.

Reluctlantly, he looked at the Metro map in his pocket to see where the station closest to his hotel was. He got up, shoulders slouched as he shuffled to the stairs going down to the Metro station. "No." he thought. "I'm not going out that way." He stood up straight, looked around and smiled at the beautiful city he was in the midst of. Every moment, no matter what happens, is a new adventure. Ticket bought, the train pulled in and he sat down. Curious to see what news app he could get on his phone, he cued up the screen. Looking up at him was a text message. It said, "look behind you."

New Orleans Comic-Con 2012

Oh, besides William Shatner (see previous entry), there was other stuff going on at the 2012 New Orleans Comic-Con. New Orleans did another great job. Besides William Shatner, the guests of interest were James Marsters, Adam Baldwin and Michael Biehn. I armored up early Saturday and left.

The ticket lines were incredibly long, but moved quickly. Several people took pictures of what is undoubtedly a rare sight - a Klingon waiting in line. Sometimes it is difficult to adhere to Terran courtesy and customs, but in the interest of interspecies detente, I complied.

The large hall was filled with Ferengi merchants selling their wares, and many comic book artists displaying samples of their excellent work. Besides my picture with William Shatner, I took pictures with James Marsters, Adam Baldwin and Michael Biehn. James Marsters was his usual telegenic self, chatting briefly with the folks getting pictures. We both have an affinity for the blues, so we talked about that for a second. Adam Baldwin was also very personable. He is conservative politically, and he and Robert Duncan McNeill (Tom Paris from Star Trek-Voyager), who is liberal politically, engage in animated, but very interesting discussions on twitter. I mentioned to Adam about this and he laughed heartily and said "He never answers my questions!" He was also very personable.

After the photographs, I wandered around and talked at length with my friends from the Star Wars 501st, as well as other Trekkies, all feddies, in uniform. Many of the folks attending wanted a picture, and I was happy to oblige. My friend Ri'par came as a TOS Klingon, and he was very, very impressive. I must make that uniform my next project. Other than Ri'par, there were no other Klingons, which was unfortunate.

That evening, I was "volunteered" for the costume contest. I was not eager to take part, the reason being somewhat vain. Although I had made tweaks to my uniform that I think made it look better, I used a new headpiece which was a smidgen too large. Consequently, it kept slipping back on my head. I also go the color off by a bit. I was far from my best-looking Klingon. Nevertheless, I entered. My friend Andrew was one of the judges, and remembering last year when I sang the Klingon War Song, he prompted the emcee, as he was introducing me, to say "I feel a song coming on". This year, I serenaded them with the Klingon Drinking Song. If I go next year, I'll have to learn the song that Worf and Martok sang in "You are Cordially Invited" for the kal'Haya. Also, there has to be some arias from Klingon opera I can learn, too. All of the constumes were awesome. I appreciate the time and effort these folks spend on such a fun endeavour. I was one of the "honorable mentions" despite my drawbacks, for which I was most appreciative.

The next day, I also appeared in Klingon uniform. Last year, I missed the Q&A for James Marsters, but didn't want to miss this one. I got to ask the last question, which was kind of funny, beacuse the guy running the show said "I think I better give the last question to the Klingon". So, I mentioned to James that I enjoyed his SyFy Original movie he did, a western called "High Plains Invaders", and asked him how he liked doing a western and if he wanted to do more. He said he loved it and would love to do more. He told a funny story about how the set, which was used quite a lot for westerns, had tons of nails sticking out of the wood sets. He said he tried in vain to get someone to fix that, because with all of the fighting and falling, an actor was sure to get impaled by a rogue nails. After nothing being done, James said he got a hammer and started fixing the problem himself. At that point, some of the crew finally helped. I got Adam Baldwin to sign the picture I took with him. I would have liked for James Marsters to sign his as well, but he was running late and it was time to take the shuttle back to the homeworld. All in all, it was an awesome con, and I look forward to next time. Qa'pla!

On Meeting Captain James Tiberius Kirk - or how I stopped worrying and learned to be eleven years old again.

I can now die a happier man. On Saturday, January 28th, at approximately 12:50 p.m., I met Mr. William Shatner. To fully understand the importance of this event to your faithful writer, we need to go back in time to when I was eleven years old. I discovered Star Trek during its afternoon syndication after school. My friend Mitch Markow and I were fans from the very first minute we saw Captain Kirk and the crew of the Enterprise. So much were we bitten by the Trekkie bug that we made wall intercoms, and communicators out of construction paper and picked out our most futuristic water pistols to serve as phasers. After the show, we tried to recreate the episode we just saw. My first choice as a character back then, (silly me) was Mr. Spock. Mitch, however, was a little faster on the “call-it” rule and he called Mr. Spock before I did. That left me, by default to be Captain Kirk. Thus began my love affair with William Shatner.

Very quickly I realized that James T. Kirk was the man. I loved how he dealt with the people and aliens he met, both friend and foe. My eleven-year-old self even realized his way with the ladies, although I could not fully appreciate the babe magnet Captain Kirk was. I copied Captain Kirk’s mannerisms, his speech, and I even tried to tell my barber how to cut my hair like Captain Kirk. Looking back how, I realize what a mistake it was that I did not fully embrace my new character. Had I lived the part in the years after, my way with the Junior High and High School girls would have made me the stuff of legend. Unfortunately, it did not turn out that way. My excuse was that any pretty girl was probably not a Trekkie and would not appreciate my smoothness as James T. Kirk. Well, that, and the fact that talking to a girl socially was about as easy for me as rebuilding a carburetor blindfolded.

However, my ineptness with girls did not diminish my fanboy admiration for William Shatner. Once, while visiting relatives in Texas, I told an aunt of mine of my love for William Shatner. She had me almost in tears when she said “Oh, he’s old and fat now and I saw him on television doing margarine commercials.” Hah, lady, the joke’s on you as only a year or two later, Star Trek: The Motion Picture was released and Captain Kirk re-emerged as a heroic captain of space exploration to a whole new fanbase.

In the years after, as Trek movies came and went, and realizing that Captain Kirk was now well past the age to draw Social Security, I wondered if I was ever going to meet him at a convention. Like a bag of money falling into my lap from the sky, New Orleans Comic Con 2012 came through.

Which brings us now to the present. A lifelong dream of mine was fulfilled when I met William Shatner. Well, “met”, while technically true, is not entirely honest. More truthfully, I was in his presence for around fifteen seconds. The line to get a William Shatner picture was long, but moved quickly. As I approached the front, I felt my knees noticeably shaking. Wow. I just hope I didn’t collapse and fall or something like that. Just as quickly, I was near the front and could see Captain Kirk himself in the photo area, smiling as he took picture after picture. A random thought went through my head. How many pictures has he taken with his fans? I’d probably say the number is in the tens of thousands. Still, watching, him he gave each person a genuine smile, as if the picture were for that person and that person alone. And, just as quickly, it was my turn. I walked up to my idol, the man I’d wanted to meet ever since I was eleven years old. As I paused by him preparing for the picture, I managed to speak a coherent sentence, which was something like “Mr. Shatner, it’s a great honor to meet you.” More importantly, however, he spoke to me. I was in my Klingon uniform, and he looked at me as I walked up to him and said, “Nice job.” A thirteen year old girl who just had Justin Bieber show up at her birthday party could not have swooned more than I did. I did swoon. However, I kept it all inside, as a true Klingon warrior would. I paused, in his presence, standing inches from him as the photographer took our picture. Just as quickly, it was over. Thank you, Mr. Shatner, for bringing a world of happiness to this eleven year old boy.

Mountains

I'm sitting at my desk, almost quitting time, looking out of the window at the cold rain. On my wall is a "mountain" calender with photographs of various mountains. It reminds me of the first time I saw a real mountain.

It was in 1978. We were driving to Idaho to visit my brother. Up until then, the only mountains I had seen were the Arkansas foothills and another small hill in Santa Anna, Texas called "Santa Anna Mountain". I doubt seriously if I had seen anything over a thousand feet high. Where I grew up, Louisiana, was as flat as could be. The highest point was only a little over five hundred feet high. I read internet sites that help guide people who want to reach the highest point in all fifty states. For Louisiana's entry, there isn't ever really a high point. The site just says walk around a bit at these GPS coordinates and you've probably laid foot on the highest point in Louisiana.

Anyway, on the way to Idaho, we crossed Texas and spent the night near the Texas - New Mexico border. The next day, we crossed the "corner" of New Mexico on our way to Colorado. Besides mountains, another earth feature that I find incredibly beautiful is the desert. The sight of vast earth and sky with no trees or buildings blocking the incredible vastness of our world is an awesome and wonderful sight. I just watched out of the window at the desert and sky. As we approached the Colorado border, I saw a feature interrupting the desert and sky. It was a mountain peak, rising out of the desert. Even though we were dozens of miles away, I could see it was incredibly huge, with the snowcapped top that I'd only seen in pictures. It sort of reminded me of the time that, at my summer job one night, somebody brought a telescope and trained it on Saturn. He invited me to take a look and what I saw was like every picture of Saturn I'd seen in science magazines - the beautiful ringed gas giant. There's something about seeing something in a book or magazine or on television then seeing it in person. It's like the fact that mountains or Saturn actually exists could be a lie or some massive deception, but seeing it with your own eyes, well, you realize that it is real. I looked at our map and learned that the mountain was Cuelebra Peak. As we drove, we passed it by, and soon entered Colorado with its dozens, if not hundreds of high mountains lived.

I've been to Idaho many times since, and always loved the mountains. If I am fortunate enough to retire, I will go to live in the mountains. It's possible they'll lose their awe and wonder, living in them every day - sort of like how New Yorkers never notice the Statue of Liberty. Somehow, I doubt it. Even, so the first mountain I ever saw will always have a special place in my heart.

It's Geek Time!

Time for another installment in the life of a geek. This is a late report on BayouCon '11, the science fiction convention in Lake Charles, Louisiana. The best thing about these conventions is not only seeing old friends, but making new ones. My Klingon friend, Shane (Ri'par) was there and he introduced me to some of his friends in the 501st, which is the Star Wars costuming group. I'm not sure if there is a more instant bonding among those of us who are into science fiction/Star Trek/Star Wars. Awesome folks! Now, to the meat of the convention. This was a good one for us Trek folks. Vaughn Armstrong, who played Admiral Forrest in Enterprise, as well as many other characters, including the first Klingon on Next Generation, and Max Grodenchik, who played Rom in Deep Space Nine were there, as well as a voice-over/video game actor, Dino Andrade.

We also met again Larry Nemecek who is a Star Trek authority and author who is also very funny and cool to spend time with. Here he is with me and Shane:

We spent time Friday night with Larry and some of the other con folks. I also got to meet Chris and Charity Wood, who run one of my favorite Trek websites, Subspace Communique. They are also such super folks and I am so glad to meet and spend time with them.

The first night, we were invited to dinner with Dino and Vaughn, which was awesome. They were such nice folks and we talked for hours and had a great meal. Shane mentioned to Vaughn that he had bloodwine, and he was only too eager to join us in a drink. The drink turned into several more hours in the parking lot, and several glasses of bloodwine. We talked about many things and it was so awesome to hear so many stories and tell so many stories to someone I consider as much of a celebrity as Brad Pitt. It was a great night.

The next day Shane and I went as Klingons and had a great time, talking to Max, who was equally as awesome as well, and meeting other friends and having our picture taken. Dino is also a great and funny guy. That's another great thing about science fiction conventions - meeting great people that I'd never really heard of. Dino is pretty in demand as the video game/animation voice actors go, but I'd never heard of him. Now I see why. He's funny and personable and BayouCon was fortunate to have him.

That evening, Max and Vaughn did a nightclub-type show - songs Max and Vaughn had written, which were really good and both were great entertainers. They do a full Rat Pack type show with Casey Biggs, Arman Shimmerman and Jeff Combs. That's a have-to see.

The next day was slow, as I had to get back to Baton Rouge. All in all it was a super con and I look forward to going next year.

In the country

When May comes, one of the things I really look forward to is going to see my Mother's family in central Arkansas, twenty miles from anywhere. A consequence of getting older, I guess, is that what used to be a dreaded experience, the family reunion, is now something that I love. It happened after many years of not going to the reunions. One year, maybe because our Mother is getting older, my brother and I decided to go with Mother to the reunion. The relatives are, for the most part, the same, and I guess I am, too. The closest I can come to what it feels like is lifting a burden off my shoulders. The burden, in this case, is one of an ungrateful child who didn't appreciate the simply joys of being with aunts, uncles and cousins I've known for many ears. Seeing them and telling them in so many words, how much I cherish this time together and please forgive me for being such a ungrateful child is something I needed to do. This was something I didn't tell my aunts, uncles and cousins outright, but I would like to think that this was something unspoken among us, something to be said, understood, and forgotten. How pointless it is to dwell on things I did in the past that, in this case, I had a chance to make right. The effect of this is, for me, the years and years of good memories that came flooding back. The days exploring the thickets and forests, relishing the clean air and experiences of being a child again. We talk, eat and drink and remember those times, tell stories and wish the weekend would never end. The first thing I did when I got back to work was to mark off the week around Memorial Day 2012, the simply joy of looking forward to this again.

New Orleans Comic-Con

I am an unapologetic geek. I love all things geekish and nerdy. Comic-Con is the mecca for us geeks, so, when it came to New Orleans, attendance was mandatory. It didn't hurt that the media guests were pretty impressive: Louis Gossett, Jr., Adam West and Burt Ward from Batman, Ernie Hudson from Ghostbusters, Nick Brendon, Kelly Donovan, Clare Kramer, James Marsters, Julie Benz and James Leary from Buffy, and, the one I was most looking forward to meeting, Walter Koenig from the original Star Trek.

Even though there wasn't a lot of Trek subject matter here, I went in uniform. I made a new headpiece, which I think turned out pretty good. Here's a picture:



Big crowd there, in the hundreds if not thousands. Lots of comic book artists and science fiction themed vendor booths. One could spend lots o' money for a lot of neat stuff. Also lots of folks in costume, with everything from Japanese anime to Star Wars characters. I think the attendees got a kick out of seeing a Klingon, too. I must have posed for at least a hundred pictures. Here's one of them, me with the eleventh Doctor from Doctor Who:

All of the celebrities I met were super nice. I had a cool chat with James Marsters about New Orleans music and how unique the city is.

There was a costume contest that evening with many great and original costumes. When I was called to the front, one of the judges asked me if I knew any Klingon poetry. I told her I knew Klingon songs, so, she asked me to sing. I sang the Klingon Battle Song in Klingon, which was enjoyed by the judges and others attending. I didn't win anything, but it was a blast.

I have to give props to the folks that ran the convention. It was very well run and I heard no complaints. I'm sure they will be back next year and I'm sure I will be.

I am a Soldier

Although it might be fun to memorialize certain stories from my time in the service, that isn't what this is. This is my philosophy where it regards my job. I learned a long, long time ago that getting to "the top" just wasn't in the cards here. I didn't know the right people, neither would I kiss the appropriate ass necessary to get to "the top". I did my job, did it pretty darn good, and kept my nose clean.

A funny thing, though. I've seen lots of folks come and go here. Most of 'em, I don't know where they went to, and don't really care. What I saw in these folks was the drive that I had years ago, the notion that they could make it to "the top". When they saw that, alas, that wasn't in the cards for them, they left. Maybe they went somewhere that their drive and determination could pay off. Good for them. I hope they found what they were looking for. Me, I'm just happy being a soldier.

What brought all of this on? Well, you see, there became open a promotion to mid-management. In a perfect world, that would be just in my wheelhouse. In the real world, that position was decided long ago, to be filled by the husband/wife/son/daughter of Mr./Mrs.________. The folks who actually run the shop are keenly aware that Mr./Mrs.________ would be most pleased that their husband/wife/son/daughter got the position and Mr./Mrs. __________ would continue to bless the company. And, as Walter Cronkite said, "that's the way it is".

Where the fun comes in is that we have three young idealists who all have that dream - that this is the job that is most certainly theirs. Why, nobody has worked as hard as me! This is my reward! Now where's the phone book. I've got to look up "BMW". Then, as is already pre-ordained, the day came when none of the three got the job. Husband/wife/son/daughter is almost finished moving in to their new office. I hear the wailing and gnashing of teeth. I sympathize and cluck with them at the unfairness of it all. Three months from now, all three of the dreamers will be gone. I'll be digging my foxhole.

Scout's Honor

So, the History Channel has this show on called "Apocalypse Man". It's a former Marine giving survival tips for us puny humans if/when the apocalypse hits. I found it to be somewhat cheesy but interesting. I learned a few things that I did know or hadn't thought of before.

But, it got me to thinking. If a ever find myself in some post-apocalyptic scenario, I am certain that I will be able to hold my own, because of one chapter in my life: Boy Scouts. Don't laugh. I was in scouts for about eight years. At that time, I didn't know or didn't give a fuck about gay scoutmasters or gay scouts. All I know is I had some cool-as-shit adults that supervised us and cool-as-shit friends that were scouts with me. I learned three things in scouts that may be the three most important things to survive in a post-apocalyptic environment: 1) First Aid, 2) Knot Tying and 3) How to live off the land.

Now that I think about it, our scout leaders may have been one of these survivalist types, but I don't remember any batshit preaching or the like. All I know is that we went out in the woods, deep in the woods, rain or shine, summer or winter, one weekend a month like clockwork. If it was during school, we'd go Friday afternoon to Sunday night. If we weren't in school, sometimes we went for a week. The adults that went with us were unbelievably patient with us teenagers. They spent hours teaching us, showing us these skills, some of which aren't real easy to learn or remember. We learned how to build a shelter, and actually built them, no matter where we were (OK, we didn't build snow shelters, being in Louisiana, but we sure learned how to build them). We learned how to start and build a fire, using several non-match methods. We learned how to build animal snares and traps and, more importantly how to build human snares and traps. We used ropes and learned how to tie knots, used the aforementioned ropes and knots to climb trees and cross rivers. We learned how to navigate with and without a compass, how to find water and make sure that the water we drink won't make us sick. We learned what to do if we were injured, or snakebit, encountered a bear or other large predator, or got too cold or too hot.

What amazes me most of all is I retained almost all of this knowledge. Maybe it is something hardwired into the survival gene of humans, I don't know, but for whatever reason, I am grateful. The likelihood that I'll ever have to use all of these skills to survive in a "Red Dawn" type of scenario before I shuffle off this mortal coil? Real slim. But, it's nice to know it's there in my head.

What Kind of World?

A month ago, I went to my Mother's family home in north-central Arkansas for a reunion. It was nice seeing my aunts, uncles and cousins again. One of my cousins who I am very close to just had a baby girl, Madison. She was born on February 2, 2010 and is, by my observations, one beautiful girl. If history has any intelligence, the film "Groundhog Day" will be a classic and shown or available when Madison is old enough to watch film.

Madison was a little over four months old when I saw her. Her whole life is ahead of her. What kind of world will she live in? Even by the time she graduates high school the world will certainly be a different place than now. Just judging from twenty years or so ago, the world will change a lot. Cell phones went from a novelty to necessity. Cell phones went from just phones to miniature computers. Computers and the internet have brought together the world like no one could have imagined. But what's going to happen by the time Madison graduates high school and beyond? To me, and other folks who are dreamers, there will be a time when war, poverty, disease will be gone. It isn't going to be easy. There'll be war, oppressive government, social unrest before then. I hope not. I hope we figure it out without too much trouble. In twenty years, though, I'll wager there'll be changes. Big changes. There'll be surprises and horrors. There'll also be God's handiwork at its finest. In 2017, a total solar eclipse will track across the United States, from the northwest to southeast. And to top that, in just seven short years later, in 2024, another total solar eclipse will track across the United States, from southwest to northeast. Madison will see them both and marvel at God's glory. She'll see the worst in people and the best in people. She might see horrific things that will make the gulf oil spill seem like a mud puddle, but she'll also see our glorious world, the mountains of Wyoming, the deserts of Arizona, the coasts of Maine and the vast prairie of the Dakotas. She'll grow up in a changing world, a different world, but I think it will be a world still much the same. People will still help each other, people will still fall in love, and people will live to make this world a better place. When she's old enough, Madison will help, too.

The sky, the magnificent sky

Last night was a clear night for south Louisiana. The stars shone as bright as they could, given the light pollution, which unfortunately existed some miles outside of Baton Rouge. It was clear enough, however, to see something not seen often around here - the planet Mercury. Soon after sunset, I found a clear view to the western horizon. Venus, the evening star, was all dressed up and ready to dance. As promised, in Venus' 4 o'clock position, was a fainter but definitely visible Mercury. Wow. I could imagine, hundreds and thousands of years ago, people watched the night sky and saw how the stars' pattern remained the same, except for what were the planets. That must have confounded those ancient astronomers - what were these possessed points of light that moved separately from the template of stars? What sort of genius were Copernicus and Galileo to figure out that we're part of a solar system of planets orbiting our sun?

Several years ago, when I was working a summer job, one of the employees brought a telescope on a clear night. Although I was a faithful and hard-working employee, I was still on graveyard. I could hear my boss telling his supervisor: "Yeah, Ingram's good - he's real good - he's just not ready for the show yet." Anyway, this fella was a bit of an astronomy buff. He set up his telescope, tweaked it, and said "Take a look." I said "What am I looking at?" He said, "You'll know". I put my eye to the lens and saw - it all its glory - Saturn and its rings. I was like the cartoon character whose jaw dropped four feet. It was one thing to read about and see pictures of Saturn and the rings, but quite another to actually see it! Wow, I thought. So those science books weren't lying to me after all. He next then focused on Jupiter - I could easily see the four moons Galileo saw, as well as Jupiter's cloud bands. I couldn't see the Great Red Spot, though, and my astronomer friend confirmed that it was on the other side of the planet. Still, though, truly amazing.

Something about he night sky that always draws me to look, to really look. To imagine those worlds out there, the life on those worlds. Some silly part of me imagines the space station Deep Space Nine out there, Benjamin Sisko, Garak and Julian Bashir. I've been lucky enough to be out in the wilderness, hundreds of miles from a city, and see the night sky so full of stars I had trouble making out the familiar constellations. It's a bit of a letdown, even a little depressing, as I watched Venus and Mercury, to know the other thousands of stars that are out there, but unseen in that particular night sky.

The best decision I ever made

Today is the anniversary of the best decision I ever made in my life. That decision was to join the Army. I was out of college, working at a pizza joint, and not getting a lot of encouraging responses on my job hunt. I had applied to officer candidate school several weeks before, and March 16th was the date I received news I was accepted. The recruiter told me that I pretty much had to make the decision that day. I did, and signed my name. The reason it was such a good decision is hard to explain. First off, I never became an officer. I finished basic training as an honor graduate, and thought that I was well on my way to my career as an Army officer. After two weeks of OCS, I knew that this was not what a wanted. When I dropped out, I served the rest of my hitch as an enlisted.

What made it such a valuable experience for me was the whole package. In basic training, you learn lots of common sense, practical stuff. Because I was stationed in Germany, I got to see and live in Europe for three years. I met several of my dearest friends in my life in the Army. The experience is really something that has to be lived, and can't really be described. I guess, maybe, what made it such a good thing is that I really felt like I did my duty for my country. It helped me get into law school, the G.I. Bill helped me through law school and helped me get my job after law school. Lots of things, if given the chance to do over, I'd do different. Not this. I'd serve again, and am proud and thankful for all of my fellow citizens that serve as well.

March 11

March 11 is a memorable date. The reason why I remember the date and the event that goes with it, well, let's say it is probably one of the big mysteries of the human psyche. The great film, Citizen Kane has a timeless line in it that, when I heard it, made me understand why I do remember this date. During the film, one of characters, Mr. Bernstein, when being interviewed about remembering past events, said this memorable line:

"A fellow will remember a lot of things you wouldn't think he'd remember. You take me. One day, back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey on the ferry, and as we pulled out, there was another ferry pulling in, and on it there was a girl waiting to get off. A white dress she had on. She was carrying a white parasol. I only saw her for one second. She didn't see me at all, but I'll bet a month hasn't gone by since, that I haven't thought of that girl."

My first crush was in sixth grade, on a girl named Anne. I can't remember how, but I discovered that her birthday was on March 11. Sixth grade boys being sixth grade boys, I was, of course, too scared to give her a present or card to her face. So, after much espionage/tradecraft worthy of John leCarre, I made sure a neatly wrapped paperbook of "The Island of the Blue Dolphins" found its way to a place where she, and only she, saw it. She picked it up and, before I could see if she opened it, I determined that it was too dangerous for me to stay around. Later on, in the days that followed, I heard titters and snatches of conversation that gave me reason to believe that she had, in fact, opened it, liked the book, and did not have a clue who gave it too her. It is possible that her phantom gifter remained a secret all of these years.

Anne and I were good friends and I still crushed on her throughout junior high and high school, but not as bad as sixth grade. I don't have a clue where she is now, or if she is even still around. I'd like to think that I'll see her sometime soon, and, if I do, will admit to what I did. March 11 will always be to me the day that is Anne's birthday, and every year on that day, I think fondly of her and hope she is doing well.

2012 and silly pleasures

I finally saw 2012. Have to agree totally with Roger Ebert, who said:

"The bottom line is: The movie gives you your money's worth. Is it a masterpiece? No. Is it one of the year's best? No. Does Emmerich hammer it together with his elbows from parts obtained from the Used Disaster Movie Store? Yes. But is it about as good as a movie in this genre can be? Yes."

I see this movie like chili over rice. Not the most healthful thing, but gosh, it's good.

One of my weird things is when I see stuff on TV or in the movies is watching for familiar actors/actresses and recognizing them from crossover roles, especially in the Star Trek and Buffy/Angel universe.

2012 was cool because it had two: There was a scientist in 2012 that played the exact same role, same look, just a different name, in an Angel ep, "Unleashed".

Also, there's a captain of a ship guy in 2012 that is one of my favorite guys, Stephen McHattie. I first knew him as Jake Pasquinnel, the character Pasquinnel's (Robert Conrad) son. But my favorite role, albeit a small one, was in the Star Trek: Deep Space Nine ep, "In the Pale Moonlight" where he plays a Romulan, Vreenak, who gives us the unforgettable line "It's a faaaaake!"

All in all, 2012 was a pretty good diversion.

Lazy Summer Nights

Many times this summer, my mind wandered to those lazy summer nights at my house in Bossier City.

I remember fondly the times when I was "all growed up" as they say, and can appreciate the wonderful times I spent with my mother and father on those summer nights. Mother would make the most wonderful meals. Simple, but I don't think I'd trade one of them for Ruth's Chris. A good example of what she would make would be: round steak, boiled potatoes, green beans, salad with cucumber, sliced tomatoes and cantaloupe. The cucumber, tomatoes and cucumber were from my father's garden. I'd bet my last dollar that there wasn't any tastier vegetables and fruit anywhere. After supper, I'd wash the dishes, then join my father on the back patio in lawn chairs. We'd drink diet coke or iced tea and listen to the Astros. Lokai the cat had back yard privileges when someone was out to watch her, so she busied herself stalking bugs or just flopping on the cement patio. As the game went on, night fell and the cicadas started their buzz. Finally, it would get too dark, or the mosquitos would get too active, and father, son and cat would go inside. Most of the time the game wouldn't be over, so we'd listen in the den, or watch ESPN baseball. I treasure those memories. Now that my father has been gone for many years, I am so glad of the time I spent with him, on the patio with the cat on those lazy summer nights.

Firefly

For someone who likes television and televison shows, I am way behind the curve so many times. By that I mean the show has been on for several years, or had its run and passed, then I figure out this was a great show and I should watch it. This is the cast picture of this latest, and greatest behind-the-curve incident, Joss Whedon's Firefly. Firefly only ran for 14 episodes, plus a movie, Serenity, then it was gone. In that short run, Firefly has entered to the pantheon of shows that I hold revered above all else. Folks apparently agree with me, because Firefly regularly appears in, if not at the top of, lists of shows that should have never been canceled.

Ok, so much with the yapping. What makes it great? To call it a western set in space is like saying a Bruce Springsteen show is some guy playing the guitar and singing. What sets Firefly apart, from the very beginning, is that we care about these characters. Deeply. When I realized the show had come to an end, I immediately started thinking of more stories, more plots and wished for hours and hours of time to write more stories about this grand crew and noble ship. Perhaps, as some other commentator opined, it is best that Firefly ended when it did, otherwise it would suffer the fate of mediocre seasons, and perhaps a downward spiral into indifference that marks the last few years of so many shows. We'll never know. Firefly does live on, and thanks to the almighty DVD, other folks can discover what they missed, just as I had.

Facebook ex Machina

Don't know if that is the correct use, but it looks cool. I've been registered on Facebook for a couple of years, but not very active. It started for us Buffyverse folks to have a place to exchange stuff and keep up. Then my cousin Laurie found me plus one of my dearest Army buddies. However, earlier this summer, one of my high school friends that I keep in touch with mentioned that he's on Facebook. I looked him up and discovered that tons of folks I went to high school with are on. So, in this case, Facebook does exactly what it is supposed to . . . allows old friends to find each other and keep up. Good for you, facebook!