Posted by: David | September 6, 2015

Loose Threads …

Please accept my sincere apologies for the lapse. I said I’d never apologize for whatever lengths of time passed between posts here, and I can’t stand to admit it, but I feel guilty anyway. Six months, Father, have streaked by since my last post. As the seasons change, the mind wanders back and forth over over the same well-worn objects. And those, as stated on the rear-view mirror’s very surface, appear smaller.

I’ve been saturating my brain with much more media in the past few years; books, audio books, movies, music and the unceasing torrent of the interwebs … it’s so undisciplined, so uncontrolled and random. No rhyme no reason. But every so often one gets this feeling. A sort of quietude. A sense of a turning point- a very low tide. It’s ineffable, yet palpable. Felt in the bones.

Maybe it’s just an effect of aging. The big Six-Oh is just around the corner. I get tired from clicking “LIKE” on a thousand Facebook posts, but really meaning it. Waiting for the next impulse … and reviewing, occasionally, those lifelong touchstones.

One such touchstone is a movie I’ve seen at least 100 times since its release in 1968: 2001 A Space Odyssey. Twelve-year-old me went with a friend and his dad to see it at a Miami theater.  I was enthralled, but also baffled. My friend’s dad pronounced the movie “incomprehensible”. That’s when I learned that word: incomprehensible. I didn’t know then that the man was just being plain honest- I thought “incomprehensible” was some sort of snarky critique.

It would be many more viewings before I comprehended the film, along with a few readings of the Arthur C. Clarke book of the same title, a precursor work of Clarke’s called Childhood’s End, and a book about the making of the movie, which I loaned to a high school teacher and never got back. Over the years I would take friends to see the movie to see what their impressions would be. It was sort of a secret litmus test. Never met anyone who loved the movie as much as me.

Needless to say, I memorized the film and most of its spare Kubrickian dialog. I knew the film shot by shot, and thought that I even knew the complete list of the film’s errors. After all, it was made and released before the US space program completed its lunar goal in July 1969, and long before we became as familiar with space exploration and zero-G as we are nowadays.

So I usually re-watch the movie at least once a year. It came up in the Netflix queue, and I watched it last weekend. In two parts, since the movie is over two and a half hours long, including the pretentious prelude, intermission, and post-credits final curtain music. And I noted two errors I had managed to miss for 40 years! The first was in dialog referencing the EVA (Extra Vehicular Activity) pods. Pretty minor, but Dave Bowman mistakenly calls the pod in the central “B” position, “the C pod”. The really major error I’d missed startled me when I saw it.

Dave’s red spacesuit, with green helmet and gloves …

sort of invites scrutiny, but I’d missed this potentially fatal glove error for 40 years!

If you don’t know the movie, HAL 9000, the ship computer, killed all the crew except for Dave, who was stuck outside the ship in an EVA pod, attempting to recover the body of HAL’s first victim. HAL refused to let Dave back in, so Dave, having forgot his helmet in emergent drama, had to enter via the ship’s emergency hatch and risk a brief exposure to vacuum. Dave is then determined to disconnect HAL’s higher functioning AI resources. Being a murderously deluded AI, you can be pretty sure that HAL would have done whatever he could to stop Dave disconnecting him, e.g. depressurizing the ship. But Dave has a full spacesuit on now, complete with mismatched (and xmas themed) helmet and gloves.

HOWEVER, in the shot where Dave accesses HAL’s brain vault we see twice that Dave’s left spacesuit glove is completely disconnected from the suit.

The first shock was how I’d managed to miss this after so many viewings. The second was in trying to figure how or why this serious goof was not corrected. It was just one 40 second scene where Dave unlocks and opens the Logic Memory Center door and climbs in.

So the movie went on to its same old ending, but here I was with a new discovery. What could I do with it, other than Google to find out more. And there were several listings of many more goofs than I’d ever known about.  Am I disillusioned? Hell no! Themes from the movie’s score are still wafting through my mental music box a few days later, as they’ve always done. I’ll watch it again sometime in 2016 I expect.

For now, I’m re-watching Back to the Future.

Posted by: David | April 4, 2015

Operating System

Since I’ve been around for well over half a century, I’ve had time to learn a little. A vanishingly tiny quantity. In spite of this woeful ignorance, my friends sometimes (rarely) say they think I’m smart. Yikes! Working with computers makes people think you must be a genius, but no. Alas. Like I said, a vanishingly tiny quantity. Below is a mathematical expression to help perpetuate the illusion of my intelligence and simultaneously illustrate my keen sense of irony.


QED. So anyway, I do work with computers and their so-called end-users. Not sure why they’re called end-users but I spend just as much time working with the computers as with the end users. On the job I like to call myself Desktop Dave since the “desktop” is my realm. The Windows desktop mostly (but also Mac OS). So what’s a “desktop” anyway, besides really really BORING?

The Desktop is an analogy. It was constructed to familiarize computer operation to common office tasks. Everyone please yawn now. All at once. Get it out of your system.

A nice retired fellow once emailed me with some questions about his computer’s “table top”. Isn’t that cute? His consistent use of this term told me that he understood the desktop analogy. Sure, I know he meant “desktop”, but a table top is also a work surface. It’s a place where you open your folders and spread files out to work with them (physically or electronically). That’s what an operating system provides- a work space. It should be just as trivial as tables and chair. The good news is that today’s major operating systems have practically achieved this transparency! Users barely even know they’re there. Like air.

Humans have operating systems too. Our OS (Operating System) is more complex than any computer OS, but shares some basic features. For example, when you wake up from sleep, as when you turn on a computer, your operating system loads up. You don’t really notice it, but as you surface from slumber, your OS loads the time, date, your location and identity. Next comes the task list pursuant to waking up this fine day, and the magnificent machine which is your body registers its needs for the morning. Have a pee, cuppa tea, etc.

Do we really need to know what an operating system is? Maybe not. Maybe no more than we need to know what air is. Which we don’t. But we’d be dead without air, right? So I’ve felt compelled to blather on about operating systems for a while now. Years. So if you didn’t get in your yawn before …

Posted by: David | March 28, 2015

Identity Repair

My health insurance carrier was in the news recently. They were hacked. It was a news item back in early February. Six weeks later comes the letter to affected policy holders. The first page details how little they knew about what information was actually stolen, how long they “believe” it may have gone on (since December 2014) and what timely action they took. No snark intended here; as an IT worker I understand the impact of such attacks, and the time it can take figuring out what happened. As many news reports stated, this attack was stealthy and sophisticated. An A for effort on disclosure.


That said, I restate my crackpot claim that health insurance is the second most reprehensible of all the organized crime industries. The first? ADVERTISING!

What I really liked appeared on page 2 of the letter. The insurer has provided 2 years of free protection, contracting with AllClear ID. “The team at AllClear ID is ready and standing by if you need identity repair assistance.

I really could have used some of that back in the mid-1970s!

Posted by: David | March 21, 2015

Spoiler Alert!!

The title makes you hopeful, huh? Sorry, no, but there’s time to turn back! Confirmed. This  post is 100% non-conclusive! And note that NOTHING  has been posted here for close to a year. This is my perfunctory apology for non-blogging. You’d think that WordPress would automatically delete this blog for exceeding inactivity limits, but hey! It’s improved! It’s gluten-free and biodegradable! And no nuts were harmed in the creation of this post.


So I was recently telling some friends about a movie called Side Effects. It was a much better film than I’d expected it to be from its cheesy graphic (above). In the tradition of judging books by their covers, it was frequently bypassed while browsing the Netflix offerings. I was trying, struggling really, to sell the plot to my friends without giving it away. It was a film I thought that they might really like. But, regretting the words as they escaped from my mouth, I said “… the psychiatrist is vindicated!” This was met with a withering stare. It was like I’d just pissed in the punch. Puked in the pistachios. Pooped on the pastry … you get the picture. By revealing the Hollywood ending, I’d nailed the coffin shut. No reason to watch it now. Well that’s just ridiculous. And that’s the topic of this here post.

Proclamation: There is no such thing as a SPOILER. It’s a marketing ploy used to enhance sales of perishables.

We all know that our lives are going to end, but we live them anyway. If you’re willing to expend the requisite effort to “suspend disbelief” when reading books like Watership Down or The Hobbit, or watching things like Dr. Who, The Bachelor, The Daily Show or any musical production whatsoever, then you should be willing to follow and enjoy any story in active defiance of your brain’s irresistible attempts to prefigure the denouement. I mean really, how many NEW stories are there? Let’s count them up: ZERO.

Is anything lost by knowing the ending of a story well told? Is it the destination or is it the journey? Well I’m here to tell you that it’s the JOURNEY. The destination? Death. We know that. We know the magician isn’t really sawing the lady in half, but if we’ve made the horrible choice to be in that audience, then we’d better just go ahead and enjoy it and pray that the magician doesn’t call us up on stage to pull coins out of our noses. Or else take it up with management and see about getting a full refund of ticket price. That would be the smart choice, having failed to make the smartest choice of not buying those tickets in the first place.

If you have a favored book, film or TV series that you love to read or watch over and over again, then you get what I’m saying. I guess the same applies to music. We listen to the music we love repeatedly, which only makes us love it more.

The End.

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