A long day’s journey into night

It’s gonna be a long day. A travel day for me, made extra long by Southwest’s inscrutable new schedule of flights from the Left Coast to Louisville. This summer, you pretty much can’t get to Louisville from CA any earlier than 9pm. I’m landing at 1am local time, after balancing total travel time, cost, connections, and arrival time. Way past bedtime in either time zone. But SW’s macro-schedules are like the seasons…just wait 3-4 months and they’ll change.

Surveying the news this morning things sure seem grim. Are grim. Republicans plotting revenge on the Jan 6 Committee – they’re very angry at truth being told, at being called out. Russia and Ukraine locked in a deadly war with no end in sight. Republicans hate Democrats who hate them back. The American economy struggling to find a new balance after 2+ years of pandemic disruption, with most Americans blaming anyone in sight for troubles that took years to develop. More mass shootings, every day. Another young black person unnecessarily gunned down by angry police (what would have been wrong with just letting the guy run away after he left his vehicle?). Liberals and conservatives each convinced that the others are monsters based on their beliefs about conception and body autonomy. Trump and his unhinged followers waiting in the wings for the next elections, lurking like some ancient evil eager to be unleashed on the world.

I could go on, but that’s plenty. Has it always been this way, or is this just a particularly rough time for the world? Each of these conflicts, each issue, seem intractable by themselves. Taken together they’re overwhelming.

Trying to think clearly about all this, the smart thing to do is disengage from the bad news stream and focus on what/who I can affect positively – myself and just a few others around me. Disengaging from the news is harder than one might think – I’m an info junkie, prideful about being well-informed. But all that news is driving me into a dark place.

I suppose the bottom line is that even while the world seems hell-bent on self-destruction, I don’t have to follow suit. Hunker down, do something creative and fulfilling, try to make a small positive difference and let the rest go. If the world’s chaos and conflict come to my little corner (as they have to the Ukraine), deal with it then. It’s not much of a plan, but it’s what I’ve got.

4th of July 2022

July 4th will be a quiet day here in Socal, a day for reflection. I woke up thinking about movies, of all things. Here are my Top 25 favorite movies (OK, 27, but I couldn’t delete any of these once I thought of them), in no particular order:

  • Interstellar
  • Snatch
  • 12 Monkeys
  • The Usual Suspects
  • 2001: A Space Odyssey
  • The Unbearable Lightness of Being
  • Doctor Zhivago
  • Three Days of the Condor
  • Tin Cup
  • Field of Dreams
  • Paris, Texas
  • Close Encounters of the Third Kind
  • The Big Liebowski
  • The Silence of the Lambs
  • Fargo
  • The Godfather
  • The Exorcist
  • Apocalypse Now
  • Gladiator
  • Casablanca
  • The Matrix
  • Dr. Strangelove
  • Blade Runner
  • Lawrence of Arabia
  • Chinatown
  • Body Heat
  • Silverado

By now all those films are old friends. I can start watching one of them at any point in the script and enjoy the rest. I could do another Top 25, but these are the ones that came to mind first.

I also thought of this today – James Taylor’s quiet and beautiful song, “On the 4th of July”:

“On The 4th Of July”

Shall I tell it again how we started as friends
who would run into one another now and again.
At the Yippee Cai O or the Mesa Dupree, or a dozen different everyday places to be.
I was living alone, we were ever so brave on the telephone.
Would you care to come down for fireworks time,
we could each just reach, we step out of line.

And the smell of the smoke and the lay of the land
and the feeling of finding one’s heart in one’s hand
and the tiny tin voice of the radio band singing “love must stand,”
love forever and ever must stand.

Unbelievable you, impossible me, the fool who fell out of the family tree,
the fellow that found the philosopher’s stone, deep underground like a dinosaur bone.
Who fell into you at a quarter to two with a tear in your eye for the Fourth of July
for the patriots and the minutemen and the things you believe they believed in then

Such as freedom, and freedom’s land and the kingdom of God and the rights of man
with the tiny tin voice of the radio band singing “love must stand,”
love forever and ever must stand and forever must stand.

Oh, the smell of the smoke as we lay on the land
and the feeling of finding my heart in my hand
with the tiny tin voice of the radio band singing “love must stand,”
love forever and ever must stand and forever must stand.

All on the Fourth of July, on the Fourth of July.

Truly a great song, one of my favorites from “October Road”. I plan to fire up the big stereo and play that one later.

Lazy

It’s the 4th of July weekend and the beginning of a birthday week/month for me. With all that to look forward to, I can’t seem to get motivated to do…anything. I had a productive day yesterday, but today is a bust. Total couch potato.

The weather in Socal is perfect right now. Sunny and cooler than normal for July. Still bone dry, but at least cool. Even so, no fireworks in Fallbrook tonight – have to go to the coast to see those. Too much fire danger inland.

I’m getting burned out on reading – maybe I need to start writing again. Next weekend’s Imaginarium conference oughta be a good catalyst.

About to get hot

I’ve been looking forward to my trip to Louisville. Then I looked at the 10-day forecast. Yikes.

That’s ugly. 90+ degrees and 70+% humidity every day.

Had an interesting discussion about bitcoin and cryptocurrency in general with a couple of friends last night. It got a little tense, as the only way I could answer certain questions was with deeply technical concepts. I mean, how do you explain that this particular cryptocurrent (bitcoin) isn’t really encrypted, but uses the Elliptic Curve Digital Signature Algorithm (ECDSA) to sign (assign ownership) a coin? Anyway, this morning I found a good article that lays it out in mostly-plain-English terms. Bitcoin and crypto have become semi-religious topics for a weird mix of conservatives, criminals, investors speculators, and anti-government types. They believe, but they don’t understand the details. For me, the only detail worth remembering is that cryptocurrency (especially bitcoin) is a Ponzi scheme, suitable for speculators (gamblers) and not much else.

Speaking of technical, I really enjoyed this article comparing the Apple M1 and M2 CPUs. 20 billion transistors for the M2 – that’s incredible. When I entered digital tech in college, we worked with the Motorola MC6800, with a whopping transistor count of 4100. The M2 has five million times (!!) as many transistors as my old 6800. Makes me feel old…but proud of my fellow engineers.

Rough start for the second half of 2022

Let’s start the day with a political cartoon. I can’t wait until Life imitates this particular Art.

As if the Supremely Wrong Court isn’t doing enough damage lately, Arizona just decided to kill all the public schools in their state. AZ will pay families $7000 per child if/when they’re pulled from public schools. Insanity. How long will it take for a pack of for-profit non-schools to spin up, ready to take the money and not teach the kids much of anything? Or for poor families with 3-4 kids to do the math and say “pay me”, then send their kids to a low-cost day care rebranded as a school? Or just keep the money and homeschool them via Youtube or Masterclass. Nice job, AZ. I can’t think of a worse way to harm the next generation, so I guess you win the contest for “worst decision in the world today”.

I’m thankful that I’m reading a good book today. I need the escape.