Yes, Sir.
Patience, Patience…
One of Those Milestones
Draw Your Own Conclusions
Distractions
Thought for the Day
Memories are Funny
While I was looking through my scanned photo albums to locate the photos I used in the previous post, I naturally went down a rabbit hole. It wasn't the rabbit hole that surprised me as much as seeing that so many of these photos directly contradicted what I had in my memory of the events. And it wasn't details so much as times.
The only explanation—other than a wildly faulty memory—is that I know my parents were notorious for shooting a roll of film over the course of weeks or months and then often waiting an equal amount of time before getting the pictures developed (A lot of Christmas pictures are date stamped March or April of the following year!). So even though a many of the scanned photos in my collection have the processing date on the border, those can't be taken as accurate indicators of when things actually happened, and I realize that. Adding to the confusion is the fact that when my parents divorced, the original photo albums were split up, destroying the accurate timeline that had existed in those albums throughout my childhood and teen years. When my grandmother moved in with my Mom several years after the divorce and Mom decided to fold her photos into the already messed up albums based on date stamps things went from bad to worse. Six feet of snow in October? Okay, it's possible I suppose, but it's far more likely it was six feet of snow from the previous winter and the pictures didn't get printed until the following October.
And don't even get me started on the duplicates I'm still weeding out.
This still doesn't explain how I remember that Dad traded the yellow truck with the camper in on a new gray truck, but the date stamps indicate just the opposite (and my sister looking younger in the gray truck picture than she is in the yellow truck one!).
Faulty memory? Mandala Effect? More likely just the fucked up date stamps…somehow.
Not a New Theory, But Still Depressing
From Second Nexus:
NASA Scientists Share Theory About Why We Haven't Met Other Intelligent Life—And It's Bleak
Humans have looked to the heavens for millennia and wondered if we're alone.
For some the answer is a resounding "no." If they haven't seen it with their own eyes, it doesn't exist.
…the skeptics aren't buying it.
Now NASA scientists are dashing our hopes of having an up close encounter with an extraterrestrial because of something dubbed the "Great Filter" theory.
So, what's it all about and what bleak future does it predict for humanity?
The scientific paper—which is not yet peer reviewed—posits all intelligent life capable of space travel has likely destroyed itself before reaching the technological advancements necessary for interplanetary flights.
And they predict the same will probably happen to humans…
…unless action is taken.
The paper—titled Avoiding the 'Great Filter': Extraterrestrial Life and Humanity's Future in the Universe—theorizes other civilizations capable of space flight existed during the life of the universe, but they all destroyed themselves before visiting outer Milky Way galaxy neighborhoods where the Earth is located.
Memories of a Family Road Trip
I ran across this photo online, and it brought back a lot of memories.
It took me back to late summer 1970, reminding me of my dad's truck and a little camping trip my family made up north.
Obviously the picture above wasn't the exact same vehicle, but it was similar:
I don't actually remember where we went, but I have pictures the family took at Montezuma Castle, Sunset Crater, and the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. At this point I have no memories of any of that, other than all the places we went seemed very distant from Phoenix. It's funny because nowadays Ben and I think nothing of making that kind of road trip in a single day.
But I digress.
There are a couple things I remember from the trip. The first and foremost is the one evening I ventured outside to pee after we'd parked for the night and I saw the stars. This night sky was nothing like my backyard in suburban Phoenix. The sky was alive with dots of light. My mom did the same thing after I returned inside and she asked if I knew what the little dipper shaped constellation was called. (Keep in mind I had just gotten into astronomy and was learning the constellations; I hadn't even gotten my first telescope yet.) "Uh, The Little Dipper?" I asked.
"No," she replied. "I know that's in the north. This is tiny. And it's in the east."
I argued with her like any pre-teen would, and finally grabbed my dad's binoculars went back outside to prove her wrong. Shivering my ass off, I scanned the eastern sky and spotted it. She wasn't crazy after all. I brought the binoculars to my eyes and was blown away by what I saw. I had "discovered" the Pleiades.
My love of astronomy was cemented.
The second thing I remember was riding in the camper as we were heading to our destinations—on the sleeper portion over the cab of the truck—without any sort of seatbelts! Ah…it was a different time, for sure.
And lastly, while riding up there, I remember pouring over Radio Shack catalogs. I was fascinated by all the electronic bits and pieces you could buy and although I never (and by never, I mean to this day) grasped the how and why of how it all worked, it held me in its grip.
365 Days of UNF: Day 327
Wardrobe Malfunction
This is What Grooming Looks Like
"Unarmed Queers…" In Heels
I Think About This a Lot
Yes, Daddy
Hmmm…
Shady Till the End
The Day Everything Changed
Released 31 Years Ago Today
The two Addams Family films are among a very few movies—which include The Fifth Element and Breakfast at Tiffany's—that if I happen to stumble across while channel surfing, I will immediately stop and watch, even if they're three-quarters of the way through the story. They're absolute classics.
A Certain Aesthetic
Tuesday
365 Days of UNF: Day 326
It's Never Been About Babies
And They DO NOT CARE.
There Will Be No Final Season ?
This is sad, although not entirely surprising. Thankfully the 4th season and its final episode did wrap up the story to a degree (and in my opinion got its footing back after a lackluster 3rd season) that one can walk away from it with a certain degree of satisfaction. The story wasn't over, but it was an ending we can live with, still leaving the door open to something further (see: The Expanse)
The questions of consciousness and free will that were explored in the first two seasons are ones that will stay with me forever. To this day I cannot listen to Dr. Ford from the soundtrack and not get a little misty eyed, contemplating everything he was attempting to accomplish and how it all went so horribly, horribly wrong.
Good Lord…
Angela Bassett and I are the same age! I need some of that Death Becomes Her elixir that she's obviously gotten hold of!
Yes.
In Case Anyone Cares…
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