You no doubt remember the great comedian Steve Allen. He was brilliant and I miss him. Terry and I had the opportunity see him when we were living in Mountain View and he was at the comedy club in next-door Sunnyvale. It was a small, intimate space, which was nice.
Steve was a master of improv, and he engaged the audience. In that show he took questions from the audience. After getting the first question he said, “And what do you do for a living, sir?” The audience member said, “I’m a technical writer.” Given that I was a technical writer in those days as well, I applauded. Steve looked over in my direction. The stage lights were on and the house lights were off, so he couldn’t see me. But he looked over in my direction and said, “Why would someone applaud at the mere mention of the words ‘technical writer?'”
The Steve made phrase “mere mention” a thread throughout the rest of the show. So I was a contributor to that night’s performance.
That’s my Steve Allen encounter.
photo credit: Alan Light. cropped. Creative Commons License.
Earlier this summer I was watching a baseball game. I don’t remember who the teams were. They weren’t either of my local teams. The game was not terribly exciting and I noticed two attractive young women sitting behind home plate. They were just two or three rows back. These were certainly ultra-expensive seats – the ones where servers come and take your order for gourmet snacks.
In any case, these two women where talking to each other and seemingly not paying attention to the game at all. I could only see them when a left-handed batter was at the plate, but I became fascinated. When one of the women left her seat for a while, the other woman seemed to be looking at her smart phone rather than watching the game. When the first woman returned they resumed their conversation.
Obviously these ladies were not baseball fans. I am guessing that their tickets must have been gifts from a season ticket holder who couldn’t make that particular game.
They were definitely a distraction from the game, but an interesting insight into human nature.
Terry and I were saddened by the passing of Tennessee women’s basketball coach Pat Summitt last week. The Monday newspaper said that she was declining rapidly and family members and former players were arriving to be close to her. On Tuesday the news spread rapidly online of her death that morning.
The two of us loved watching her on television during the women’s NCAA Tournament. She was an intense and energetic coach, beloved by her players. She had the best winning record in all of Division 1 college basketball – men or women.
It was hard for both of us to learn that she retired from her position after being diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s disease.
The morning of her death the doctor guy on the local morning news was talking about how a study said that extensive brain training exercises could help stave off the effects of Alzheimer’s in its early stages. But who used their brain more than Pat? Her career was all about using her brain all the time.
And you know what else? Pat was only a year older than Terry and me. Sobering.
Life is fragile. Embrace it while you can.
Recently my friend Jane Redmont shared an article on Facebook criticizing something called “learning outcomes.” Jane commented that the idea of learning outcomes has only been “a thing” for the past decade or so. Her post certainly put a bee under the bonnets of a few of her academic friends, one of whom commented that learning outcomes started showing up on accreditation standards in about 2000. In general, the article seemed to me to be filled with a lot of academic jargon, but one statement stood out: “All successful teaching therefore results in students who love to think and never stop thinking for the rest of their lives.”
I replied to Jane that I was glad that I was in college long before learning outcomes existed. I pointed out, however, that there was a truism we loved to repeat when I was in college in the early 1970’s:
The lecture system is a means of transferring information from the professor’s notebook to the student’s notebook while bypassing the brains of both.
I certainly had my share of lecture-based courses during my four years at Pitzer College in Claremont. Nonetheless, my college education was successful in that I do still “love to think and never stop thinking.”
I do get tired of Pitzer constantly asking me for money while having an essentially non-existent alumni career development and networking program at a time when my own career is in need of a reboot.
Even so, my time at Pitzer has meant a lot to me, and for the fact that I continue to think, read, and learn I am still grateful after 40 years.
I try hard to keep this straight in my mind: what is the difference between dark matter and dark energy?
If I have paid proper attention to public radio’s Science Friday, I think I have a handle on this. Dark matter accounts for the missing matter of the universe, based on astronomers’ calculations. Dark energy accounts for the expansion of the universe.
In her book Dark Matter and the Dinosaurs (review coming when I’ve finished it) author Lisa Randall points out that dark energy is uniform throughout the universe, but dark matter is lumpy, existing in different consistencies in different places.
There was a time when cosmologists thought that the expanding universe would snap back and create in essence a new Big Bang. Very consistent with Hindu cosmology.
More recent thinking, as I understand it, says that there is not enough energy to do that. Rather, the universe will keep expanding until it cools off into nothingness. “Not with a bang, but a whimper.”
Depressing, except for the fact that we won’t be around to see which theory is correct.
And in any case, we have more pressing matters to address here and now. While the drought is perhaps abating in the northern part of California, it is still an unpleasant reality here in the Southland.
Then there’s that presidential election of 2016.
Waiting, Linda Ellerbee, for you to say, “And so it goes.”
…I certainly remember most of the items in the Facebook meme at the bottom of this post. Most of them are relics of the late fifties and early sixties.
- Cap Guns. Yeah, but sometimes it was more fun to hit caps on the sidewalk with a hammer.
- Home milk deliveries in glass bottles. Our milkman, Bill, walked straight into the house and put the milk in the refrigerator for us.
- TV test patterns in the early morning. I got up early on Saturdays and watched the test pattern before programming started for the day.
- Curb finders for your car. I depended on those in my 1965 Ford Galaxy.
- Stamp books and redemption centers. Green Stamps and Blue Chip stamps. We had to drive thirty or so miles to Riverside or San Bernardino for the redemption center.
- Phone booths. Of course.
- Aluminum ice cube trays with pull handles. We had those in our freezer.
- Subway tokens. Well, I knew about them from television. We didn’t have subways ninety miles east of Los Angeles in the fifties and sixties. Still don’t, except for the sandwich shop.
- Crazy Eddies. (Who, or what, is that?)
- Earl Scheib’s auto paint jobs. “I’ll paint any car any color for $29.95.”
- Mobile rides that came around the neighborhood. (Say what?)
- Free road maps at service stations. More convenient than going to the auto club.
- Seltzer bottles. I knew them from the Three Stooges, but not up close and personal. My family didn’t drink hard liquor. (Unlike moi, who enjoys his scotch.)
- Doctors who made house calls. I was the recipient of at least one.
- Cigarette vending machines. In restaurants.
- Flash cubes. I never owned a camera that used flash cubes, but I had relatives who did. They were nice because you could take four pictures before needing to change, unlike flash bulbs that you had to change every time.
All the best wishes for the New Year.