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From: nerdist.com

Hard to believe the little sci-fi series that almost didn’t make it, turns 50 on September 8.  After a pilot with Jeffery Hunter was rejected in 1965, Gene Roddenberry’s space adventure, Star Trek, got the green light from Desilu Studios. Yes, that’s the “I Love Lucy” studio.  A network executive claimed Lucille Ball never actually read the script, she thought it was about movie stars on a trek to entertain U.S. Troops, a mistake that still resonates a half-century later.  Thank you, Lucy.

A recent WSJ Arena article by John Jurgenson, Still Boldly Going, recapped a short history of the first Star Trek, or “lowercase fantasia” as rated by Variety at the time.  Jurgenson cites William Shatner’s memory of the era, “We were always about to be cancelled, always a sword of Damocles hanging over us.” One actor quoted “No one had any idea that 50 years later, the story would have a heartbeat.”

Did you know Roddenberry’s original Spock character was supposed to be a half-Martian with reddish skin and a pointed tale?   Jurgenson cited the words of Herbert Solow, executive producer of the original series, “No network or advertiser was going to buy a show where one of the heroes is the devil.”  Holy Childhood’s End (Arthur C. Clarke).

After three seasons of “giv’n her all she’s got captain, an’ I canna give her no more,” the original series ended in 1969.  “She’s dead, Jim.”  

 

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I discovered Star Trek through reruns like most folks (I didn’t have much in the way of TV viewing rights in the late sixties when it aired on NBC). By today’s standards, the visuals were campy, but any sci-fi aficionado worth their salt had a scale model of the NCC-1701, the original, no bloody A – B – C – or D.  I went full-bore maniac binge-watching as a sophomore in college, where a group of us geeks would gather in my dorm room before dinner and watch the adventures of Captain James T. Kirk, Spock, Bones, Scottie, Sulu, Chekov, and the sexy Uhura.

Star Trek – The Motion Picture rekindled Star Trek mania. Some folks thought the movie spent too much time on visuals, and chided the acting as mediocre.  What a bunch of whiners.  I saw it twice and bought the VCR (remember what those are?) Of the six movies with the original crew, most agree Wrath of Khan to be the best. The least best for me (I’m a Trekkie, we don’t use the word worse)? Let’s just say I can’t get Dory’s imitation of a whale from Finding Nemo out of my head whenever I think of The Voyage Home.

Star Trek Next Generation

From: StarTrek.com

Four movies and a wonky animated series later, Star Trek – The Next Generation arrived eighteen years after the last episode of the original series. My first daughter was two-years-old, and well, I wasn’t watching much adult TV. Reruns a few years later, allowed me to tape the episodes and binge watch late at night.

The complexity of some episodes blew me away.  Finally, networks allowed Roddenberry’s vision to be more cerebral.  We got to know intimate details of the Klingon species, a taste of what futuristic psychology might be, and the incredible journey of a cybernetic crewmember who longed to be human.  My favorite episode?  The Inner Light, in which the Enterprise heads to a distress signal of an isolated satellite drifting in the remnants of a dead star.  The satellite kidnapped Captain Picard’s consciousness, and forced him to live another life in alien world, so when he awakened, a long extinct civilization would be remembered.

Next Generation lives on as the most remembered series after the original because they – “Made it so”.

Star Trek Deep Space Nine

From: StarTrek.com

Star Trek – Deep Space Nine was the first Star Trek series I watched live – well, at least the first half. I relocated to Singapore in 1997 in what would be a ten-year stint in Asia, and had to complete the series on disc. The two-hour pilot capsulated the wonder of wormholes, an emotional journey of Emissary Captain Sisko still grieving for his lost wife, theocratic entanglements of the Bajoran race near the wormhole, a shape-shifting liquid being, our first encounter with profit-fanatical Ferengis, a symbiotic trill-human with spots, and the continuing adventures of our favorite Klingon.

Three more Star Trek movies devoted to the Next Generation crew hit theaters during Deep Space Nine’s tenure. Maybe it was binge-watching episodes in a hotel room while sipping vodka, but I felt the series drift in later seasons when a weird Cardassian tailor spy and Ferengi shenanigans muddled the story line.

Deep Space Nine never gained the popularity of Next Generation, but I will always love the premise of an advanced sentient species using wormholes to reach distant points of the galaxy, a Captain who led with his heart, and a killer opening music score I never tired of hearing.

“Today is a good day to die,” Worf oft quoted.

Quark said better in his last line of the series. “It’s like I said. The more things change, the more they stay the same.”

 

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Star Trek Voyager launched from the Deep Space Nine wormhole and both series ran concurrent for four years. Like the last half of Deep Space, I binged it on DVD, since it wasn’t available on TV in Asia (along with just about everything else U.S. based).  A Robinson Crusoe story line and docket of unique characters blossomed under the confident command of Captain Janeway, who had to take renegade miscreants with a price on their heads, and utilize a holographic medical officer to supplement a starship crew when stranded 70,000 light-years from home. Add a Vulcan to remind us of the venerable Spock, and a rehabilitated Borg in season four, it sealed the series as my favorite of the Star Trek collection.

Favorite episode?  Holy adjudicate. I had to do a little list searching to jog the memory, knowing I liked way too many episodes to settle on one.  Knew it the second I read the episode title, Scorpion, the Part-1 cliffhanger conclusion of season three, followed by season four’s Part-2 opener, where Seven of Nine makes her appearance.

The final episode, “Endgame”, concluded my Voyager binge with Captain Janeway’s parting words.  “Set a course … for home.”

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Alas, I did not stay with the last series to air, Star Trek –  Enterprise, which came on the heels of Voyagers final episode.  Still in Asia, the DVD’s came out at a time when I went through a state of flux, centered on moving the family to Taiwan, and begining a ritual of logging miles on international travel.  I never picked up the string thereafter, and as I write this, am reconsidering that oversight.

No shortage of reports as to why Enterprise never made it past four seasons, Rick Berman, long-term producer, who co-wrote many of the best episodes in TNG/DS9/Voyager, was reluctant to create the series, claiming franchise fatigue. In a 2012 article, Why Star Trek: Enterprise Failed and How It Nearly Worked, Josh Tyler had this to say. “In the process Hollywood lost faith in the entire franchise, sending longtime steward Rick Berman to the unemployment line and Star Trek into the high-octane, style over substance hands of JJ Abrams. Thanks to Enterprise, Rodenberry’s vision will never be the same again.”

Sounds an awful lot like the demise of another short-lived series I connected with, Firefly.

So ended a beloved television franchise, with the final monologue, “Where no man has gone before”, recited by three Star Trek captains to pilot the helm.

 

Star Trek Discovery

From: Space.com

Twelve-years since the networks jumped overboard with Enterprise, the franchise will get rebooted in January 2017 with Star Trek – Discovery, airing on the new CBS All Access cable channel (which you’ll have to pay for – of course).  Thankfully, it will be available on Netflix within 24 hours of episode premiere. We don’t know much about where they’re going to go, or who the characters will be, but it’s set for a timeline after the movie Star Trek – Undiscovered Country, but before the series Star Trek – Next Generation.

According to Everything We Know About the New TV Series on CheatSheet, the new Star Trek will be in the “Prime Universe”, not the J.J. Abrams rebooted universe, and no more seven-year stints to threaten franchise fatigue.

I’m good with that.

If you’re interested, Space.com posted a nostalgic look at the Evolution of Star Trek with an extended version of the following infographic.

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In case you haven’t picked up on it, Next Generation, Deep Space, and Voyager all ran for seven seasons, a streak broken by Enterprise.  Seven Star Trek movies involving the original crew numbered seven if you include Star Trek – Generations.  And since we’re mentioning the auspicious number, if we consider including the movie “Generations” as a the bridge to a new era, to date, we’ve had seven additional movies.

Hey, don’t laugh, it’s the kind of thing us geeks look at.

If you’re interested in watching William Shatner, Jeri Ryan, Scott Bakula, Michael Dorn and Brent Spiner at the Star Trek Anniversary Panel at San Diego Comic-Con earlier this year, you can check it out at StarTrek.com.

 

 

Happy 50th Anniversary, Star Trek. Thank you Captains Courageous for the great ride.

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Live long and prosper.  

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Song of Fire and Smoke

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It’s August, and that time of year when I walk away from the word processor, kick back, and spend quality time with my two grills and smoker.

Yo DT, shouldn’t you be adding pages to that sci-fi story you’re stuck on.

Damned muse. Always giving me shit when I’m not focused on important stuff – like finishing the book. Annoying little bastard, but easily silenced with a couple cocktails and fibbing that it’s world building research for a dystopian tale I’ve been trying to finish since last year. Or was it the year before?

Exactly when humans began to burn meat over fire remains controversial. Scientists originally believed the early meat eaters ate sushi style, fresh off the bone, and didn’t start barbequing until 800,000 years ago. Then in 2012, a South African Primatologist examined evidence from the Wonderwerk Cave, where sediments revealed presence of burned bone in a campfire over a million years old. Sure hope it wasn’t a fellow hominid.

Paleoarcheaologists are still debating whether humans were meant to eat animal protein. Pre-hominid ancestors subsisted on a vegetation diet and lacked the enzymes necessary to digest meat. A recent article by the Genetic Literary Project, BBQ or Sashimi – How and Why Did Humans Start to Eat Meat, believes climate change likely caused our hominin forbearers to start eating meat about 2.5 million years ago. Nuts and seeds high in fat may have provided the enzymatic link to bridge prehistoric vegetarians into becoming carnivores. So, if vegans start lecturing you, tell them it’s in our DNA, and don’t forget to add we Homo-Sapiens wouldn’t have evolved if it hadn’t been for a diet that included meat.

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From Wikipedia Commons: Bartolomeo Passarotti – The Butcher Stall

Whether it be fish, fowl, or game, every global society possessed a rich cultural heritage of grilling and smoking. Native Americans migrated with roaming animal herds to fill their need for protein. Pioneers practically lived on bacon. In just about every dystopian story you read, survival depended on critter-du-jour over a wood fire. (See Bacon – Won the West, Men’s Hearts, and maybe the Apocalypse).

I grew up in a time when charcoal was king. We’d sit on the tailgate of our old Ford Country Squire and watch my dad soak the briquettes with gasoline, toss a match, and get suntanned from the resultant heat blast. We did a lot of camping, but grilled fare was limited to pan-fried perch, wieners, and blackened marshmallow. I didn’t know what smoking was until I read the children’s book by Laura Ingalls Wilder, “Little House in the Big Woods”. Pa Ingall would shove the carcass of whatever he shot that day inside the hollow of a big tree and build a smoky fire at its trunk. It puzzled me as a kid why the tree didn’t fulgurate like an roadside flare.

Illustration ©Garth Williams – Little House in the Big Woods

Illustration ©Garth Williams – Little House in the Big Woods

I started out as a young adult with a classic Weber, and still do most of my serious grilling on one. A friend gifted me his Big Green Egg when he moved, and after twenty-years of use, it became a Big Soot-Gray Egg. Unfortunately, it disintegrated to dust when I accidentally bumped it with the lawn tractor. Thought of buying a new one, but I had to make a choice between that or putting my kid through college. I might have been the last person in my age group to buy a gas grill. Comes in handy for keeping stuff warm, or cooking foods that aren’t enhanced by real grilling – like vegetables. I didn’t discover the wonders of smoking until we moved to north Florida in my twenties. Already a snob when it came to the proper technique for grilling, OMG, I had found my true religion. When I want to connect to my Paleolithic forbearers, there’s nothing finer than the long drawn out process of slow cooking that doubles as mosquito repellant, prompts the neighbors to call the fire department, and attracts every canine within two miles to circle the back patio like hyenas. Dinner will be ready in about – oh – ten hours or so.

Grilling and smoking meat is the ultimate social allure. Invitations for burgers, brisket, chicken and ribs are always RSVP’d. If you advertise get-togethers with a chickpea burgers and can’t-believe-it’s-not-meat hotdogs, plan on folks arriving late and leaving early. If you’re downwind of my smoker, I strongly suggest not serving tuna fish casserole. Okay, vegetables can be downright tasty when grilled. Here’s a picture of some nice tomatoes alongside a juicy steak. And I’ll do my best not to gnaw on a rib bone and grunt while sitting near vegetarians. Who says I’m not sensitive?

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I’m tempted to get a horizontal smoker outfitted with a separate wood bin, like Aaron Franklin uses at his Austin BBQ place, but I don’t think my dear wife will let me. She suggested I switch to penning a book on grilling, adding ‘maybe you might actually sell something’. What she may be trying to tell me is get a book out there, and then I can buy a fourth grill. The challenge is on. I can call them the four horseman of the smoking apocalypse.

In the meantime, I plan to shut down the word processor for a short hiatus, line up my three smoking riders of the apocalypse, and see how much of a carbon footprint I can generate.

Happy August, and keep on grilling.

 

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Update August 14, 2016

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Just got back from visiting brother-in-law, who let me play with his new, competition grade York smoker.  Automatic hardwood pellet feed, we smoked up a mess of ribs, brisket, and sausage.  He made corned beef hash with cheese, formed it in a tube-shape, wrapped it in breakfast sausage, wrapped it again with with a bacon weave, then smoked it for several hours for next day brunch.

Our Paleo ancestors never had it so good.

Cheers.

 

We All Have the Same Dream

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July Fourth is one of two holidays that are dear to my heart (can you guess what the other one is?). Our country’s independence is more than just fond childhood memories of BBQs and small town parades. It is the time when I take a moment to reflect how lucky I am to live in a place where I’m free to live as an individual. Not to say I don’t shake my head in befuddlement on occasion, but hey, who said life was perfect.

People ask what my fondest Fourth of July memory is. Was it a particular family event, fireworks on a small New Hampshire lakeshore, or my girls running around in the dark with sparklers when they were young?

Fresh out of college, when adulthood broadsided me, a biology degree didn’t offer much in the way of gainful employment at the time, so I chose a path less traveled and joined the Peace Corps. It promised adventure and a chance to do something special in a third world country. Being the impressionable young man with noble dreams and zero sense of reality, off I went to the Philippines as a Fisheries Biologist for a two-year, non-stop assignment without home leave. I left just after July 4, and returned two years later in mid July.

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Oh, the places you’ll go, claims the time honored Dr. Seuss story. I had a new passport, and a portfolio of cluelessness. On our chartered flight to Manila, we all favored sitting on our right butt cheek from multiple inoculations for various tropical diseases. First six weeks in country went by in a flash with orientation, language lessons, and a few tips from departing volunteers. They handed me a plane ticket to an island centered in the archipelago, where I was to board a train to a tiny port town in one those open air cars with wooden seats you see in National Geographic photos. Reality hit about the time when passengers aboard the train all crowded into my car to stare at the “cano” – the entire seven-hour journey.

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Nothing prepared me for an assault to the senses. Damn near about-faced and came home with tail between my legs. Made my first vow as an adult to stick it out, no matter what. With the help of an amazing family who practically adopted me, I learned to make some major adjustments. First was to embrace locality. Forget about what normal used to be. Don’t judge because they do things differently. Found a used off-road motorcycle to get around with, but some places just didn’t have roads.

What impressed me most was how quickly they accepted me. They’d been doing fish farming for centuries, yet listened with open minds to suggestions from a college kid who read about some things that might improve yields. Think I learned more than they did, especially the art of eating with your fingers.

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A moment forever etched in memory, was a time when I gathered in a jungle area with local villagers and a couple fellow volunteers who rode in for a week. It was July Fourth, a roaring campfire, plenty of San Miguel beer and cheerful camaraderie. Pilipinos love music. Someone always had a guitar. They offered ancestral stories, patriotic tunes and love songs (their favorite). Just for grins, we canos broke into the Star-Spangled Banner to celebrate our national holiday. We stumbled on a couple verses (give me a break – we were alcoholically compromised). The guitar player picked up the tune and helped us sing it correctly. Pilipinos in general had a deep appreciation for America in those days, fostered by our alliance during World War II, and the thousands of Pilipinos working in the US, many of whom became American citizens. But here we were, about as remote as one can get, and a local villager not only knew our national anthem, they knew it better than we did.

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I returned home after two-years, irrevocably changed. Yeah, that’s me the day I got back to the family homestead. I weighed all of 150 lbs. Wouldn’t I love to have that girth back. Isn’t a day go by I don’t think about my service in the Peace Corps. The experience instilled a simmering desire to know more of diverse cultures whose way of life may teach something more about mine. In later years, I had the fortunate luck to live in Asia for ten years as a professional businessman.

I firmly believe we can’t truly appreciate what we have in America, until you “walk a mile in their sandals.” If it were up to me, every American coming of age should have a choice of two-years of compulsory service. Serve in any one of several military branches at home or abroad, participate full time with agencies assisting disadvantaged Americans or citizen candidates who need mentoring, or live in a third world country where we can help others less fortunate than us. I guarantee you’ll walk away with a profound sense of respect and gratitude for the life we have in America.

No matter where you live, we humans all have the same dream. To live in peace, be a part of a productive society without fear, to be included without prejudice, to be spiritual without reprisal. Many thousands of years into the human experience, too many places in the world have yet to get there, or have had it taken away.

So when you light up that grill, put on the star-spangled shirt you wear every year, and toast the good life this country has given us, keep in mind that we are a nation of diverse migrants, most of who fled persecution or poverty. Ask any common man outside our borders. They wish for a similar existence that fits their unique culture.

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God Bless America, and all the people of the world who wish for the same dream.

Happy Fourth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remembrance

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Next week, our nation takes time off to remember the brave souls who paid the ultimate price for keeping us safe. Many of us have never experienced the horror of armed conflict. Because of our veteran’s sacrifice, most of us will never have too. Our national day of remembrance ensures we never forget them.

My throat locks up when I visit veteran memorial parks. Headstones seemingly stretch to the horizon. Who were these brave souls? What dreams went unrealized? How many hearts were broken when they didn’t come home? How many sons and daughters went without a parent? For those whose remains are interred in this hallowed ground, the living will plant a flag on their grave in reverence, perhaps kiss a faded photograph, or touch a brittle love letter written long ago. But not all will be remembered this way. Countless tens-of-thousands throughout our country’s history are buried beneath forgotten soil, their legacy lost to the ages, their memory but a solitary memorial to the Unknown Soldier.

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Near my childhood home in rural Connecticut, was a tiny graveyard dating to the eighteenth-century. Hidden by trees, weed-choked and overgrown, wild honeysuckle bushes along a crumbling stone fence revealed its location. Many of the deceased buried there lived during the Revolutionary War. I wondered if any of them gave their life, or lost a loved one in the first American conflict that gave birth to our country. Hard to know, since no one placed little flags on gravesites for Memorial Day. No one remembered them. Thankfully, the National Center for Preservation Technology, an arm of the National Park Service, now helps to conserve the nation’s oldest graveyards. Maybe someday, I’ll go back to the old graveyard to see if it’s better preserved, if any flags decorate headstones on our day of remembrance, and see if the honeysuckle still blooms in summer.

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My father was a naval officer during World War II. No amount of prodding as kids got him to tell us much of what he experienced. Every time we’d ask, he’d joke “I was a hero”, then leave it at that. We found no shoebox of memories when he passed on twenty-years ago. When the last of his sisters died, we discovered scrapbooks and albums hidden in her basement. A treasure trove of clippings, letters exchanged, and photographs of Dad, gave us a first-ever peek into my father’s life during the war. None of the letters hinted of his experiences aboard a destroyer in the Pacific, but he was one handsome dude in uniform. We’ll honor his service with a flag on his marker, and give thanks for his being a great dad.

I scanned the weekend newspaper listing the township events for Memorial Day, one of ten federally recognized days of observance that shutter government offices, banks, and many private businesses (not to be confused with Hallmark Card Day in February, and a day to recognize a Spanish-Italian explorer who got lost trying to find America). There will be a few parades, times to meet volunteer gatherings at the cemetery, and fireworks. I’ll be smoking up a storm for a BBQ and icing drinks in a washtub.

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But I will remind myself it’s less a “holiday”, than a time of reflection for those who died protecting our way of life, and compassion for the loved ones left behind with an empty chair at the table, a photograph on the mantle, newspaper clippings browned from age, and a hole in their hearts that will never completely heal.

Monday I will bend a knee in thanks for noble soldiers whose dreams went unfulfilled, so we the people could fulfill ours. I will add a prayer that someday, we humans will finally get it, and cease the endless violence that fosters the reason we bow our heads once a year in remembrance.

 

Astrobiology – A Universe Wired for Life

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Curricular options for me in college didn’t include subjects pertaining to astrobiology. In my day, most budding biologists were encouraged to focus on earth-bound developmental sciences, provided you could get through university weeding courses in organic biology and biochemistry. Life sciences were about life on earth. Even hinting of life in the cosmos got you the evil eye, a lower grade for being stupid, or a semester of janitorial service cleaning up after freshman lab orientation. Times have changed.

First, a definition. Astrobiology is a branch of biology concerned with the study of life on earth and in space. The earth part of it focuses on finding answers to how life began on earth. As for space, the research has to go beyond the study of fossils and other earthly evidence. Astrobiologists must look for the presence of organic materials outside our solar system, and hypothesize how these materials become the molecules of life.

Jeffery Kluger of Time Magazine wrote an article last February, The Perfectly Sane Case For Life in Space. Kluger tagged along with astrobiologist, Scott Sanford at the NASA Ames Research Center, who demonstrated an updated cosmic primordial soup device that would make Dr. Frankenstein very proud. Sanford filled a chamber with elements you’d find in space (stellar dust, gas), duplicated the chill of space, and instead of lightning, used the same kind of radiation expected in the cosmos. The result yielded thousands upon thousands of chemical products, many of which included molecules needed to spark life. What Sanford stated in Kluger’s article caught my attention.

The universe is hardwired to be an organic chemist. It’s not a very clean or tidy one, but it has really big beakers and plenty of time.”

Add a little water to the mix, and stuff starts jiggling.

Wait a minute. Water? Where’s that coming from? Most people aren’t aware that water is very abundant in the universe. Our own solar system is awash in water (NASA JPL), trapped in neighboring planets and moons, and cosmic Gunga Dins in the form of comets composed of rock, water ice, and other frozen gases.

Okay Mr. Science Fiction, if the building blocks of life are so common, how come ET hasn’t dropped in for a visit? I mean, jeez, with anywhere from 100 – 400 billion solar masses in the galaxy, not to mention maybe a 100 billion galaxies outside our borders, what’s taking so long?

Astrobiologists aren’t necessarily looking for ET – yet. Biology is about everything living, from bacteria to mammals. But if there’s cellular life, it could lead to the evolution of sentient beings. It’s a big if. The presence of single cell eukaryotes doesn’t guarantee development to – more scientists.

A key factor in cosmic organic roulette is time. Scientists in this field work in cosmic time. I sort of touched on this in a previous article, Message in a Bottle. We conceptualize life on earth in human time. How does the average person grasp that human existence on earth, is less than a nanosecond in the scheme of cosmic time. Or as Carl Sagan conceptualized in his famous cosmic timeline in a year, organic life took hold on earth sometime in September, and humans in the last 60 seconds of the year. Astrobiologists have to work with a magnitude in the billions-of-years.

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Kluger quoted an astronomer who stated, “Life on Earth got started very quickly – like walking into a casino in Vegas, pulling the handle, and winning the jackpot. Is it luck, or not a difficult bet?”

Pull the handle enough in cosmic time, eventually you get a winner. Unfortunately, we puny humans may be caught in an unobservable, otherworldly dead zone. With our youngish 4 billion year-old birth certificate in a universe that is well past puberty at fourteen billion, civilizations may have gone extinct before earth was born.

Astrobiologists only have what we know here on earth, and what we can observe in the cosmos. According to Kluger, they’ve only had access to a tiny fraction of what’s out there. It’ll take many years to document it. But if organic construction materials are as common as believed, I’m willing to bet life is abundant as well, and at least one them is the ace of sentient beings.

Simplicity Survives

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Amish World

When out-of-town friends come to visit, sightseeing Amish country outside Lancaster, PA, is on our top list of excursions not to be missed.  Each visit, I learn a little bit more of the simple life that survived inside our 21st century, helter-skelter world, and it re-stokes the scenic muse in my writing. We recently revisited our favorite back roads to observe the Amish farmers prepare for another growing season. The following article is something I wrote three years ago, and worth a revisit.

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 It’s a great time of year to observe a friendly, humble people who resist the temptations of a modern life. They bear it well, but living in a fishbowl where the English “observe them” as anomalies of society, has to be somewhat nerve wracking. Shunning electricity and other modern conveniences, the Amish have carved a unique niche in a country gone amok with technological advances. Where most of us gather food from sterilized packages in gleaming stores, ride around in motor vehicles, wear clothes made in a third-world sweatshop, and entertain ourselves with endless media options, our modern selves are anything but simple. Turn off the switch, and most of us are likely to fumble in the darkness.

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Genders Behaving Badly

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The phrase, Men Behaving Badly, is rather gender specific.  Fair to say, it is a well-earned aphorism. History is rife with examples of male instigated-warfare, greed, corruption, and scandal.  Let’s give ourselves a big ole testosterone-infused high-five.

In the current sci-fi world I’m crafting, I want to explore a ravaged earth saved by benevolent aliens, with one nonnegotiable premise in exchange for helping to clean up our planetary playpen. Cede earth to the females, serve, nurture, and respect them without fail. Not the first time writers have played with dominate female societies, but while researching popular titles of the genre in fiction, my spam folder got a serious workout.  Movies were fifties-era bombs like Cat Women of Mars and too many book-covers with copycat characters right out of Legend of the Cryptids (see The Good, the Bad, and the Scantily Clad).

The challenge? Can I construct a quasi-utopian, matriarchal society that may over time, deteriorate into suspiciously male-like irrationality, and not have it become a comic book Wonder Woman society of Amazons that reads like a guy wrote it?

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Wrecking Balls of Extinction

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Extinction is a fascinating subject to me as a writer, especially if it has a dystopian plot line around a group of humans barely surviving a decimated landscape from any one of natural or manmade calamities. It’s all about the human equation, but what makes it really compelling, is a natural disaster by which we have no control. I’m obsessed with The Apocalypse Waiting Beneath Our Feet, and other earth-based, regularly-scheduled natural disasters mentioned in an article I wrote a couple years ago. Not to say meteor impacts are passé, it’s been a hotly debated subject for decades, but I viewed heavenly body impacts as random events, like chances of winning the lottery (or in this case … losing).

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Longest Night of the Year

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Winter Light – Nelly Volkovich

They say that spring will come again

No one knows exactly when

Still the suns a long lost friend

on the longest night of the year

You might recognize the opening lyrics from the Mary Chapin Carpenter song, “The Longest Night of the Year”, from her holiday album, Come Darkness, Come Light.

For those of us who sprouted roots above 40°N latitude, daylight works part-time during the winter solstice, and night becomes the primary custodian of our diurnal rhythm. The official longest night of the year occurs on December 22, a few days shy of Christmas day. It’s a harbinger of the season, like evergreen trees, cozy fires, and that Jack Frost nipping at your nose. After January 1, we shovel the light of holiday cheer back in the attic and have to contend with long dark nights on our own. About the time February arrives, many of us grow frustrated with winter, wondering if spring is ever going to return. The calendar says spring equinox officially begins March 20, yet we had snowfall well into April last year.

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