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Baum: The Rowling of his Time.

L. Frank Baum was a wizard. Not the wand-waving, lightning-bolt-scar-on-the-forehead kind of magic man, but more like the man behind the curtain in the land of Oz. If the name is not familiar, L. Frank Baum created the Wizard.

Of Oz.

If he had been born in this day and age, he would no doubt be among the richest Americans, not unlike J.K. Rowling, the creator of the Harry Potter series. Just like Rowling, and unbeknownst to most US readers, Baum also wrote a series of books about his Wonderful Wizard of Oz. L. Frank Baum (his first name was Lyman) did not live to see his creation brought to the movie screen like Harry Potter, it wasn’t for lack of popularity. Films were not yet to the point they could accommodate such a work.

The Wizard of Oz starring Judy Garland was released by MGM in 1939, twenty years after Baum’s death.

Baum was a seer, as well. In his Oz series, he predicted a number of then-futuristic ideas and devices, many of which have come to pass, such as: television, laptop computers, wireless telephones, and the participation of women in high-risk jobs (most women did not even work in Baum’s day).

It’s rare to come across the early copies of the Oz books, particularly in hardback. The artwork is splendid – as magical as the content. Even the cover of Ozma of Oz, the fourth book in the series is filled with beautiful colors and a wonderful Wizardy look. I’m lucky to be able look up and see it from the desk across the way.

Imagine my surprise when a nearly-complete collection of the Oz books came across the threshold. They are vintage paperback editions, released in 1970 as reprints of the original. In that regard, they are perfect – perhaps using an original copy to produce the reprint. (Remember, technology was different in 1970 – no scanners, digitizers, or even photocopiers to speak of). The books themselves are a little shelfworn, but they are great as reminders of the ornate artwork of the early 20th century publishing world.

It is not quite a complete set, but as an inexpensive way to understand the sort of wonder young readers must have felt in the early 1900s, the Oz collection is priceless.

Tulsa Tornado warning: I’m on board.

I’m one of those who can put on the weather, and sit and watch. Maybe, I’ll have a couple of distractions, but nothing important that would keep me from looking up and taking in the red-smeared Oklahoma weather maps being shown on-screen. Yes. I’m a severe-weather junkie.

Having spent some time in the field, loving the time a tornado crossed in front of the car as my cameraman and I searched through the driving rain for some sign of the funnel, something we could take a picture of – I relish the chance to watch the pros in action.

There was a little surprise on Thursday night. Mostly, in was from TV viewers looking for their programs. Travis Meyer on Channel 6 is understanding, and cracks jokes about it. Sometimes, he is out-and-out droll. “Some of you have just tuned in looking for your show. Sorry.” I had to laugh.

Later, he was showing us the big picture, as opposed to the “little guys” that he referenced throughout the evening. He widened the view to include Kansas, and I swear there was genuine surprise in his voice when he saw the major rotation. It looked like a typical thunderstorm image, except it covered the entirety of the Kansas plains.

Sure enough, it was half an hour later that that same system whipped its circular airmass back into the Sooner State and the rain began to fall. More red on the Oklahoma map. “Pretty impressive,” said Travis.

The rain that had left, allowing the weather team to get distracted with southeast Oklahoma twisters, returned. The thunder came back with a vengeance, packing some lightning, some hail (to golfball sized, he says), and more potentials for damage from Bixby to Broken Arrow.

Now, there is a confirmed death at Tushka, a little community between Tulsa and Dallas. It reminds Tulsa television viewers why we should be patient when the weathermen continue to talk about such far-flung areas.

They don’t have TV stations in Tushka, Oklahoma. They rely on the metro meteorologists to keep them safe. Maybe those living in that community would rather have been watching The Mentalist, too.

I think that’s a sure bet.

Low-Def viewing of High-Def TV.

It’s pretty amazing how things seem different when you’ve been away awhile. What with a website blow-up, I was up late computing and no television. Last night, the tube. Dave, same. Commercials, what?

It sits across from the couch, in the natural order of things. The television is monster-sized: it would draw a crowd at a sports bar. It is just slightly wider than it is tall – and that should tell you something.

By technology standards, it is a dinosaur. Brontosaurus, I suppose, given its size.

We all know now that the proper television is much, much wider than it is tall. Wide-screen. Technicolor. High-Def.

Surely, the one in the living room isn’t the last of its kind, the last surviving beast of a TV, opening its big eye each evening to search for a mate.

The ad agency responsible for the Arkansas Tourism commercial must believe there are no surviving Low-Defs out there. The beautifully shot commercial is filled with brilliant colors (even at Bronto-Def), but the graphics are positioned at the lower left.

It gives plenty of room to look at the geography of the Natural State, but – unfortunately – on the living room monster, the AR is cut off. All that is visible is:

KANSAS.

I’m sure officials in that state appreciate the free advertising, even if it may be difficult to find those particular tourist stops. I’m tempted to drive up there, just to look.

I may find another Bronto out there somewhere on the Kansas plains, a big-eyed, lonely Low-Def – and who knows?

Maybe later, the pitter-patter of channel changers and the High-Resolution squeals of happy – and complete – screen viewing.

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