(photo credit to Top Gear.com)
Recently, Lamborghini teased and eventually revealed a retro/new limited production Countach for the world to envy and slobber over.
The Countach: icon of the 1980s. As a child of the 80s, I remember a time of excess, materialism, punk rock, Crocodile Dundee, mohawks, and cocaine. Not that I was involved with any of these, as far as you know, but it’s what stuck in my head.
Like many kids of the era, I had a poster of a red Countach on my walls as a kid. It was pretty awesome.
Fast forward a lot of years, and here we are with a new, very limited production tribute. I was very excited at first, wondering what the car would look like and how the company would present it to the world.
Eventually, we all learned. The car was a pretty damn cool update of the classic style. Countach, for the 2020’s. But wait… limited production of 112. Price upwards of 2.5 million bucks. Really? Jay Leno will buy one, because he can and why not? A few oil sheikhs, hedge fund managers, and maybe a Powerball winner or two will round out the buyer list.
And the thing is, it’s not a boundary-pushing design. It’s a revamped Sian, which is itself based on the 10 year old Aventador. Same with the recycled drivetrain; a V12 paired with a tiny electric motor so it’s considered a ‘hybrid’. A new Corvette or Tesla Model S will do the same 0-60 times as this car and cost the equivalent of several houses less.
I was actually a bit bummed as I processed this.
As a kid, staring at the poster on my wall, I liked to believe such a magnificent car was actually attainable. As kids, of course, we haven’t been beaten down by life yet and are a pretty optimistic bunch. Go to school, get a good job, work hard, etc, and maybe I could buy a car something like that fire-red Countach some day.
Not this one. There is no way anybody I know will be able to buy this car. I will most likely never see one on the street, and you won’t either.
In my mind, that’s sort of missing the point of a ‘halo’ car; drivers and car enthusiasts are supposed to see them and be inspired, maybe so much as to buy a car from that brand because we all want just a little part of that awesomeness. Maybe nobody I know can afford a Viper or Ford GT, but a Challenger Hellcat or Mustang GT500 benefit from the technology in those cars and have a relevant association with them.
Not this Countach, though. Sadly, I will use the word ‘irrelevant’. I saw the article, noted the design, and moved on. The car doesn’t mean anything to me. The technology is old. Is doesn’t hint at the next big thing coming, and asks us to pay stratospheric prices for a car that doesn’t really do anything for the brand’s evolution. I think it might be the reality check of my middle age; nothing about this car will ever have an impact on me, so why bother?
There are other vehicles that I could reasonably hope to attain some day if I play my cards right. Maybe a new C8 Z06 Corvette? Maybe a Viper? A heavily customized muscle car? A Challenger Hellcat? Any way you slice it, the nostalgia I was hoping to soak up was pummeled by the rather shameless cash grab by Lamborghini.
The Countach looks stunning, but I won’t be putting up a poster of it in my bedroom.
And now, for today’s history lesson. I’m reading the John Adams book by David McCullough that was made into an HBO movie a while back. I’m on the chapter where he’s chosen to be Vice President. Some folks aren’t big fans, and certain members of the Senate were actually passing notes making fun of him. Apparently, that sort of behavior transcends the ages and can be found throughout history. Anyway, one of the Senators wrote a poem to the other at Adams’ expense. It begins: “I’ll tell in a trice, ’tis Old Daddy Vice, Who carries of pride an ass-load, who turns up his nose, wherever he goes, with vanity swelled like a toad”. Disappointing skills at limerick-writing aside, I was astounded and extremely pleased to know that the word ‘assload’ has apparently been in use since at least the late 1780s. It probably meant more to do with a cart pulled by an ass (mule, for you city folk), but I still love it. That is all.
Parents, how many times have you heard this? Even if you’re not parents, sooner or later somebody will (perhaps grudgingly) temporarily entrust their tiny offspring to you for a while. And they’ll probably expect you to entertain them.
There are tons of parenting articles on the pros and cons of constantly being right there with the kids versus letting them play and grow on their own.
This is not one of them.
I’m talking about, as an adult, the ability to be bored. To embrace it, to cherish those moments when you just don’t know what the hell to do with yourself. Within reason, of course. If this is your daily standard routine, then you probably just need to get a hobby. I’d suggest model rocketry.
I pondered this after reading an article on the internet the other day. Obviously, it had to be true, so I took it at its’ word. Even if it wasn’t, it was still a great thought experiment. The story is of a former Marine who’s sitting in the outer office of a random employer waiting on a job interview. Everyone there with him waiting to interview has their faces plastered to their phones. He, however, has been through the gauntlet of mind games the military loves to play on people, so he just sits there and takes it in; he’s learned to just be bored, to sit there and wait. He makes eye contact with the office staff, smiles at people walking by, etc. The story goes that he gets the job because he seems more personable, but that’s not the point.
When was the last time you daydreamed? Just stared out into space and wondered…
-What superpower would I love to have?
-if Q from Star Trek offered me omnipotence, what would I do first?
-Why did all the critics bag on ‘Solo’ so much? I loved that movie!
In any case, you get my meaning. Maybe the brain needs a little idle time in the day. Maybe we don’t NEED to be constantly stimulated, to know what shocking thing this guy saw in his class photo that changed his life forever, or to see fake spy photos of the new Nissan Skyline. Our brains evolved just fine all these years without having an electronic device plugged into them; we can just chill for a few minutes a day.
So try it, really! Next time you’re on the bus, waiting to be seated at a restaurant, in line at the movies, etc. Just look around and see what you can see. Maybe you’ll learn something. Maybe you’ll see enough evidence to become convinced human civilization has peaked and there’s nowhere to go but down. Either way, you’ll add something to your day!
Everybody’s offended. Everybody’s right. Everyone’s opinion is the most correct, most virtuous one. If you don’t agree with me, you’re a horrible, evil person. The world will end soon. The daily grind will crush our souls and kill us all. Etc Etc.
I write and read books because I want to escape from the shenanigans of the world around me. I want to envision a place where people stop making up stupid things to fight about, more reasons to divide ourselves from each other, and get on with life. I read fiction to escape and nonfiction (currently on a psychology and astrophysics trend) to learn more about the universe we live in. There are other, much greater problems out there, and my fiction deals with that. Entertainment media helps us escape from the daily grind, gives us a few moments where we can live in a world that distracts us from the problems -both large and small- that plague us (and will still be around tomorrow anyway).
Using Star Trek, Gene Roddenberry dealt with social issues, using sci-fi stories to trick people into paying attention long enough to deliver the message and a little social commentary. It’s something I notice Seth MacFarlane is doing with The Orville and love seeing those little nuggets of wisdom tucked cleverly inside an entertaining TV show.
My message is simpler: stop screwing around with things that shouldn’t be an issue, and worry about rampaging alien conquerors, corrupt government, and galaxy-spanning criminal enterprises.
I’ll live my life, you live yours. Maybe we can talk like civil folk and learn more about each other and why we have our unique opinions on the various issues of the day. We may not agree on everything, but we can still be pals, can’t we?
We’ve all seen the story by now; scientists and researchers have given us a picture of a black hole. A real, actual, verified thing, not just an artist’s rendering or a screencap from a sci-fi movie. The picture for this article is not, in fact, that black hole picture, because it’s been all over the internet and I don’t want to just repost it again, so this is a NASA pic of another galaxy. Seriously, folks, it’s another galaxy!
Turns out, Einstein was right. Over 100 years ago, his theory of General Relativity predicted how the large scale forces of the universe worked. His formulas helped describe gravity, the various behaviors of light, and how we all can feel our own individual versions of each, separate from any other person out there.
His theory also predicted black holes (singularities), their event horizons, and how they’d all behave.
One Hundred years ago, people. With no computers, just math and equations that seemed to make sense based on the observations made about the universe around us. And he is apparently right, once again.
This should be seen as a monumental achievement, a crowning effort of humanity. Multiple telescopes from different countries across the world ran for years. A huge team put petabytes worth of data together to create an actual picture for us to marvel at. An MIT grad named Katie Baumann wrote the algorithm that allowed the computer to turn all that data into pictures for people to see and use as wallpaper on their phones and computers. Here’s a link to a neat article by Popular Mechanics on the process that isn’t filled with ads and subscription requests
People thought it was cool for a day, and now we’ve moved on, apparently.
Where is the wonder?
I often ask that of people. Our nine year old daughter told me she wants to be an astrophysicist when she grows up. She loves talking about space, stars, the universe. She wraps her brain around concepts like how a star forms, how it lives, and how it dies. She really wants to understand how the universe around us works. And as long as she’s interested, I will do anything I can to foster that wonder. Why to atoms stick together? Why do protons, neutrons, and electrons even join together to form atoms? Why do we cling to the planet and not go floating off into space? How does the sun heat the Earth? How fast does light travel? Why does light act like both a particle AND a wave?
How many people know the answer to any of these questions?
Now, let me ask you this? Who won the NCAA championship? Who’s the fan favorite of American Idol this season? Which Kardashian is getting married/divorced this week?
See where I’m going here?
There are people out there trying to figure out how the universe works. Maybe to most, it’s not that important since we can’t really do anything about it. It’s basically explained by the Anthropic Principle. I don’t have the book in front of me, but I’m pretty sure it was Steven Hawking who stated it as, “We’re here because we’re here.” Short version is, we are able to observe the universe and so the observations we make are based on us existing to make those observations. For example, if the strong and weak nuclear forces didn’t hold atoms together the way they do, we wouldn’t exist, at least in the way we know it. Therefore, the universe ‘works’. Click this link to see a better explanation put together by smart people with degrees in sciency stuff.
These people are trying to explain how it all goes together, and I really think they deserve more credit. People like Ms. Baumann and the astrophysicists should be on the morning and late night talk shows, telling us why it’s important to humanity that we make these discoveries. I think back to a series of Youtube videos I saw by physicist Brian Cox. If you haven’t heard of him, think of him as the British Neil deGrasse Tyson, both of whom are successors to the likes of people such as Carl Sagan and Steven Hawking; people that made science accessible to everyone and inspired us to learn.
Anyway, in the videos, Brian Cox walks on stage to enthusiastic applause. People are treating him like a rock star as he explains light wave theory and talks about concepts like relative time and other advanced ideas. He even has a lecture tour going right now in the USA and I am hoping to arrange my schedule to attend.
This, to me, seems like what our perceptions should be about folks like Brian Cox. People are cheering and waving him onstage so he can tell them how things work. We should be celebrating people like that. Instead, we glorify celebrity gossip, annoying and offended people who talk really loud, stars who set all kinds of horrible examples, and more. Really, you could keep going, couldn’t you? Just fill in the blanks for a few more examples of people we shouldn’t be looking up to but actually do.
Anyway, what I hope comes of this is a shift in our priorities and attention. More focus on people who are doing good for humanity, less attention on annoying people who seem to be famous for being famous.
Kayce Dodge was a small-town cop who grew up in the shadow of her famous FBI agent father. She’d loved him dearly, but after his death had moved clear across the country to blaze her own trail.
She had no idea her carefully planned out life was about to be completely upended by the terrorist organization involving her father’s last case, a charismatic criminal intent on reshaping the world, and the planet’s last nuclear weapon.
Damn narcissistic evil visionaries. Anyway, it’s another foray into ‘present day’ fiction. I love me some sci-fi, but wanted to do something in a modern setting. In addition, I really felt it was past due to write a female lead character. Women make up half the population, so they deserve to have a protagonist who blows up the bad guys as well!
When I was doing the cover for the novel (since my production staff is nonexistent) I thought back to the things I’ve had to learn in order to go about publishing a book and what I’ve learned along the way.
I have to admit, I came to embrace the phrase: “It’s only hard the first time.” There are a lot of things I’ve had to learn to do in order to send my writing out there to be consumed (and judged). I’ve had to learn to navigate the workings of Amazon and Barnes & Noble to publish, Sketchup and Twilight Render to make all my cover art and 3D graphic renders, Photoshop to put it all together, and more.
Most of the things I needed help with I found by using Youtube. You can learn how to replace the strut assembly of a Honda Civic (which I did), or watch annoying Youtubers play video games and feed each other gross food combinations (which my kids do). Then there are of course the cat videos. Cats playing ping pong; you’re welcome.
And I realized something; most of these things can seem daunting, insurmountable at first, but all you need to do it just go ahead and start doing it. If you can follow directions and stick with a task, you’ll be surprised what you can accomplish. How many things have you, Mr/Mrs Reader, done after much trepidation and hand-wringing and then though, “Hey, that wasn’t so bad”? Or at least, “Hey, the insurance will cover that.”
A hundred years ago, before our society became so automated and advanced, the average homeowner knew how to do everything around the house. We live in a day and age now where we all tend to specialize, but I’ve tried (with only average success, I’ll admit) over the years to increase my skillset. I’d really like to be able to say I have a broad range of knowledge, instead of the modern day trend of just figuring you can look it up on the internet when you realize you need to know something.
As you finish this post, think to yourself: What did you learn that you didn’t think you’d be able to? What would you learn if you had the time? What would you like to learn to do?
I have a list.
The war between the Confederation and Primans is at a tipping point. Loren Stone and the crew of Avenger know their leadership is really working for the Primans. The Priman leadership under Commander Tash has become corrupt and lost their way as well, according to the captured former Commander, Velk, still under house arrest in the company of the Fixer Garret Drayven.
The key players decide to risk it all in one last mission to end the war and bring peace back to the galaxy. Loren will venture into Priman space with Velk to bargain for a cease-fire with the Priman Council, hoping they will override Tash. Halley and Web hatch a daring plan to rescue the duly elected leadership of the Confederation and bring them back to Delos to relieve Senator Dennix and his cronies.
Neither Senator Dennix or the Priman Commander Tash plan to go without a fight.
This is the last of the serialized novels in my 6-book Birthright arc. I plan to write more, and in fact have a plot outline already in the works involving the whole gang as they settle into their lives after the Priman War.
First up, though, is the last book in the Out of Nowhere trilogy…