Thursday, June 11, 2020

Naomi Spychakov


                                                                Naomi Spychakov

...It was a morning like so many others for Noami. Smiles for the front office and another for her coworker Mischa. "доброе утро миша, как дела" "good morning Mischa how are you". Mischa meant a good strong cup of hot tea with a sprig of mint and some gossip, so Noami's smile was for real. "Good - Spaciba - Noami". It would have been obvious to anyone looking at the two young girls that they were good friends, something in their smiles and the way their heads bounced when they spoke. It might have been because they were both young, or maybe because both were Jewish and single, but it was good at this particular time in Kyiv for anyone to be happy at all. A bird flew by the window, they were only two floors up in a monstrously large building in downtown Kyiv and it was late Spring and the sun shone kindly on a city that had lost it's heart and soul somewhere in the middle of the last century. Even a little brightness helped.
   Noami opened the files for company resources, mostly to check on "coal in the plant". It was her job to make sure there was always adequate coal on hand to keep the generators going. This was not too much of a problem except during long cold spells in the winter when the electrical usage in Minsk usually peaked. Then the rule, as handed down by her supervisor, Yuri Shapir, was to have at least two weeks worth of highest use coal on hand. She remembered his "secret"."Just to be sure that neither you nor I lose our jobs, he confided like one undercover spy to another, 'we' have a secret hidden chamber with exactly that amount of coal", he smiled and raised his eyebrows and said "I will show you this afternoon." Which he did. They were like two children playing in the woods after dark and laughing at the idea of ghosts and wild creatures as they made their way down into caverns that must have been dug out centuries ago. She hoped that she would be able to find the place again and hoped more that she wouldn't have to. Yuri and Mischa were all that kept Noami from being totally bored to death at her job. She rarely considered that it was her personal integrity that brought her to that job and that often she stood as a vital link for insuring electric power to over two million persons in and around  the city of Minsk.
   A brightly colored ad caught her eye. "How can they just insert stuff like that onto your browser". she thought. It reminded her of grade school. Silly faces and childish smiles. "Come join us on Mars", it read. "What?", she thought and smiled at the idea. "Was this a joke?". She clicked on the "Find Out If This Is For You"  button. That was the last thing Noami would do as Naomi Spychakov, assistant to technical director of central power station Minsk Obast. The site simply captured all of her imagination and took her, with building excitement, nearly to the surface of Mars. Well, that's at least how it seemed. 

Monday, December 9, 2019

The Second Step




                                                        The Second Step 


   Where were you when Neil Armstrong took that first step? He was on the Moon - that's 

for sure. It was July 20, 1969 - well sort of. In Florida it was 10:56 pm EDT. 

"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."  And now here we are.



Monday, December 2, 2019

Thanksgiving on the Mars Colony



                                           Thanksgiving on the Mars Colony

     Imagine trying to put together a Thanksgiving Dinner on Mars! No pumpkins. No turkeys. 

No Atmosphere! Sure, they could drop a hundred complete Thanksgiving Dinners in time for

the holiday. You could televise the whole thing and make the Earth people laugh and 

wonder. They were paying the bills. Why shouldn't they get a smile out of our efforts. Still, 

it wasn't really Thanksgiving. No pilgrims. No Indians. No snow except at the poles and that 

was carbon dioxide. No atmosphere. Marsha could feel a tear starting to fall. Why'd she sign

on to a crazy tour like this. "Twelve years of pioneering through the heavens".She 

remembered the poster. The stars and the sun and the little red planet. Then she thought of 

the pioneers that landed at Plymouth Colony and were lucky enough to have food to eat and

a shelter against the coming winter. "They had just about the same level of difficulty ahead  

of them as we do here and now". And she cried for them and wondered what kind of 

"Indians" might happen into their camp... 

Thursday, November 7, 2019

The Black Knights vs The Mummy



                                           


                                                      The Black Knights vs The Mummy

...Maybe, just maybe, this story - which is totally true - just amuses me - now that it's 
over. But, it's being written for you. Don't play with matches - Don't make fun of the things that go "boooo" in the night. You know what I mean, because - they will get you as sure as 
it snows in winter and rains in April.

                                 


   ...We had weekly meetings of the Black Knights club every Friday evening. Each week was at someone else's house. I won't tell you the name of the kid whose house it was this particular week, because we'd all be arrested - that's for sure - but his initials were J. L. and we were all about ten years old - maybe eleven. 

  We were finishing off our snacks of pretzels and cokes. This was usually the high point of our meetings, when someone asked J. L. what they had down in the basement. That's when he warned us; "There's a mummy down there - you don't want to go down there". Now, you have to realize that, even then, people didn't mention things like this - not over cokes and pretzels - maybe sometimes out camping at night telling ghost stories or something - but not in a real house where you were having your weekly club meeting. So it went over with a sort of questioning curiosity mixed with a little bit of challenge against who knew what was actually down there - if anything. "What, someone asked, is he alive?" I don't remember the actual conversation but it went something like that. "He's a mummy!", came the reply. Again, that's the darned best I can remember this. Remembering anything at all after the mummy has to be a great accomplishment, you understand. 

   Now look, it wasn't for nothing that we were called the Black Knights. We were a force to be dealt with whether on our bikes or on foot, especially on Halloween at night when we rang doorbells and engaged in all kinds of mischief - better left unsaid. 
...I forget who, but one of us decided to laugh off the whole idea of a Mummy in the basement and show the world just who the Black Knights were. He was the first in line down the steps and I was a few guys behind. We went down slowly. Each step was like a "no way back" descent into the depths of the lair of the evil one himself. I'm not kidding you.You could feel the damp fear closing in on you, cold and mean, like a hungry werewolf, or something so horrible, no one has ever imagined it. At the first step down, there was fear, real fear, and the second step was total abject terror. It wasn't a question of smelling it or hearing it - you knew it was there and was going to eat you - at least this. 

...It's not clear yet, who bolted first, but it was sheer stampede back up the steps. "I told you", J. L. said matter of factly...
   That was the last meeting of the Black Knights...


            






Thursday, September 5, 2019

Technology Today



                                 Technology Today

    Let’s face it. The pace of technology on this Earth has rocketed skyward – literally – in this last century. It’s
overpowering to consider the changes we’ve witnessed. From the horse and wagon, through the age of steam locomotion and  internal combustion engines, and to actually walking on the surface of the Moon while broadcasting the event live to over 600 million people. Well, that was in fact a “giant leap for mankind”.
   Add to this the electronic communication explosion that most of us have lived through from black and white text messages and 14,400 bps modems to “iPhones” and “whatsapp” and you’d have a world almost unrecognizable to those who still remember the horse and wagon days.
    This would all be very fine for people, except for some unpleasant details. World War II for example, where the human race lost probably over 70 million people. If it had happened because of “natural” forces like asteroids falling to earth or some other “natural” disaster like a giant flood described in the Bible that Noah and his family survived, that would be a terrible thing, but by the dark hand of evil men, well that’s left a stain on all this advance that makes it much more difficult to heal – to repair. Some people might say that the last century wasn’t worth even the air and water it cost, let alone the sunlight, and certainly not the human effort.
     I can imagine someone looking at the reports from the planet Earth, clicking his tongue and saying; “forget it – cancel their budget – not worth the effort”.
    The question becomes, “who pays for the losses here and who is the rightful benefactor of the advances?” The answer of course is “you and me” – for both, and that’s exactly where we are right now!    
  

      Practicality in the Space Age – New Economic Horizons

     So what does any of this really matter? There’s only so much personal importance one can place on the history of technology.  And, what good is it all anyhow? After all, there are people in Pennsylvania who have written off cars altogether and opted for horses and wagons again. What about life and death? Are we any closer to salvation as a race because of electronic communication? And so, we have to take a step back and look at all this. Really look – deep - at what this means to us and our children. I had to review my own career when I approached my graduation at Florida Atlantic University. I’d been a chemical engineer. I also worked as a technician for RCA on a NASA contract. We made one of the cameras they used on the Apollo program to send live pictures back to half a billion people on the Earth. My dad told me that his science teacher proved to the class that it was impossible to travel to the Moon. It just about was! It was a giant leap too! – for mankind – for everyone – and not everyone was an engineer. I had to look at this, of course, and measure my new career against a vastly changed technical background. “People did not need more science and technology”, I thought. It was already coming out of their ears. They wanted their children to understand how all these things worked, and they wanted to understand how all these things worked too. It’s not so complicated. It’s simple actually if you understand it well enough. Yet, it’s certainly not easy to do either. Try to manufacture a microscopic recording device in your garage that can hold billions of words and pictures as well. Hey, let’s include videos and half – if not more – of every movie you ever saw! I know how to do this! Well, some of it. I actually worked for Univac – now Unisys – way back in the 60’s on third generation RAM – (random access memories) – little tiny threads of nickel and iron plated copper wires that held a magnetic charge, that could be “read” by passing an electrical current through an appropriate network of other little threadlike wires. These were meant to replace ferromagnetic cores (tiny donuts of metal that held a magnetic charge). Since then, such systems have become sub-microscopic and the subject of “nano technology”. Wouldn’t it be nice if you could do something like this too? You do! All the time. You’re doing it right now – and without wires! “Look Mom no wires!” You’re reading and thinking!  And so, I minored in Science Education and adapted my own interests and skills toward new economic horizons.
                              One Dream After Another
   OK so I wonder how many of you wanted to be an Astronaut? I know I did! Children catch on fairly quickly. There’s something that catches the imagination about riding downhill fast on your bicycle, watching videos of guys jumping off mountains with flying suits on – Captain Sky! And you grow up and all that’s left is teaching chemistry to high school students. Don’t laugh, that’s exactly what happened to me. You know why? Because people needed that more than they needed another back up Astronaut! There’s a practicality here that you need to understand. And that’s what this paper is all about. The question is: “What does the public need and want the most that you are already good at – that you like to do?” Most anyone can do just about anything, but nothing should ever get in the way of your dreams, quarterback on a world champion professional football team – throwing the game winning pass, Olympic gold in the 100 meters – breaking the world record! Easy to say, easy to dream – very difficult to do!
It’s not impossible for everyone to realize their fondest dreams – not at all. It starts with knowing yourself and being yourself – exactly yourself. And, who are you? You’re they guy – or girl – reading this and thinking about it. You’re what exhilarates when you cross the finish line ahead of everybody else! Most people forget who they really are. Their closest friends have to keep reminding them. There is much more to you than you’d believe – you’ve probably forgotten that much!

…Now – OK – “How much does this cost?” – it doesn’t cost anything! Except your own commitment to pulling yourself out of the mountain of mud that most people find themselves practically buried in all their lives!! It costs helping another person do the same thing! That’s how it’s done…
   It starts with knowing how to help a person through upsets, problems, things he’s hiding, from most everybody else, that clog up his communication lines which he needs open to handle the time he got kicked in the head when he was five years old on the playground and doesn’t remember a thing except lying on the ground and wondering what happened. Not one of these things but hundreds of them – thousands of them – ages gone – worlds gone – but a huge piece of him lies buried under the mud of a forgotten playground and the best friend he ever had knocking him silly in front of all his friends. Can you imagine?
   How do I know this? Well, I worked in it for years, because my career in Engineering didn’t do the trick – it was just fun, but it didn’t do what my friends needed – see? That’s what life in the space age demands!

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Thursday, June 20, 2019

Summertime



                                                             Summertime



   Now, there are a lot of great memories of summer, wherever you're from.  At the top of my list has always been my bicycle. I still have a bike and ride it when I can. Also, way up top the list of my favorite things, apart from the seashore, of course, which is in a class by itself and demanded a long trip “down the shore” when I was younger, has to be chocolate bars and ice cream. Yes, definitely that. So the best you could do when I was a kid, was get on your bike and ride down to the drugstore and buy a “twin pop”, an ice pop of whatever flavor you chose, or a fudgsicle, a chocolate ice cream popsicle, which was a dream come true on a hot summer day - or – when Jack and Jill or the Good Humor ice cream truck would come around in the late afternoon, early evening and ring their bell and Dad would buy you an ice cream or give you a quarter to buy things for you and your younger brother, and you’d stand in line behind a bunch of neighbor kids all jumping up and down and laughing with the music from the truck and wild anticipation of the ice cream – and boy did they have good ice creams in those trucks! There was a special sound when the driver would open the door to the freezer. “Kerclunk” and the cold would come out – right out at you – and the smell and the smoke of the dry ice mixed with the sweet smell of chocolate covered ice cream would come out with it. Forget it, this was pure happy, and miles above anything the grown ups did. They just seem to have lost any hope of experiencing the pure joy of riding fast on your bike down a hill or biting into a chocolate covered ice cream popsicle on a July evening. When there was nothing – nothing at all in the way of a permanent, never ending path through the future up and up and forever of total joy – no limit – ever. Remember?
   Well – it sure did get better!! Girls. My G-d – Girls – what happened to all these pains in the neck and nuisances? They got more and more beautiful – hard to believe. Did you see that? Do you know her? Yep – an entirely new and higher plane of Happy!!
  
  

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

The Magic Tree Talks Back



                                                      The Magic Tree Talks Back

   OK - so this seems a bit silly, but, let me tell you - this is how it happens kiddo.

It was just a thought. "What if there were such a thing as a Magic Tree?" After all, there are

 fruit trees, acorn trees, maple sugar trees...Each tree has a different kind of product. I read 

a lot about medicines when I studied chemistry. Most of our actual medicines come from 

plants. Many cultures used plants to help them cure ills or heal injuries. You'd breathe the 

vapors of some plant that was burning and you'd stop sneezing or coughing. I used to think 

that smoking tobacco came from these types of cures. Then they started blaming tobacco 

for everything that was bad - probably wanted to sell their pills and didn't want any 

competition. Smoking tobacco is relaxing - it calms your nerves. They used to supply 

cigarettes with K - rations in the Army.  Not any more. They show pictures of people without 

throats on TV and tell you how bad it is. I never saw a picture of a person so messed up in 

the face and throat in my life - but there they are on TV. Glad I know about that. I wonder 

what the people look like that take their pills. Look - no one ever said that tobacco is good 

for your health, but I wonder. I can remember what a premium there was on good fresh 

American tobacco when I was over in the Middle East. You couldn't even get it - just really 

cheap - really bad Turkish junk - Egyptian tobacco - ugh - horrible. Today, tobacco is 

practically illegal. Marijuana is good for your health - it cures things - see? Come on. 

What?? 

   I was just thinking about these things - just tossing these ideas around in my mind when 

the Magic Tree spoke to me. No, I wasn't smoking anything at all...It said - "smoking  

tobacco is really rough on the lungs you know"  I looked around and thought "what?" 

"Yeah, it continued, there are all kinds of really great smelling flowers and plants - oils, you 

know - like pine - fruit trees - citrus - all kinds of stuff that actually cure ills by supplying 

missing materials to your body!! They also are continually checking up on your health. 

that's one of the things we do!!" And I swear he was looking at me...