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Quakers

I woke up in Las Vegas, a few years ago. It was in the early morning hours when only the really dedicated are still in the casinos feeding rent money into chrome machines. I had been sleeping in an upper-floor room at Caesar’s Palace and when I awoke – my first thought was of the thunderstorm outside.

The building was swaying just like the downtown Tulsa buildings do in high-winds. KRAV used to have a plumb line that hung down over the microphone so deejays could see just how hard the wind was blowing. I looked out the window in the early morning darkness, expecting to see sheets of rain and trash blowing down the street. There wasn’t any.

If I had known to look in that direction, I would have seen golfer John Daly, who abandoned his room to continue his sleep on a sidewalk bench. I didn’t see much, and – as those early morning urges go – tried to walk through the darkened hotel room to the other john.

It was a drunken walk, but not my fault. When I flipped on the light, the water in the toilet bowl was rolling from side to side, threatening to spill out over the top. Whoa, I said to myself. This just isn’t right.

Earthquake.

We had one of our own in Oklahoma yesterday, and just like a close encounter with a tornado, people like to talk about them. An attorney in OKC had the same swaying water symptom, but his was from a water glass on his desk. Some unlucky soul was on top of a ladder when the shaking started, and he walked away with a broken ankle.

The earthquakes in Oklahoma are a lot like the tornadoes. They happen to a few people and the rest of us can only muse about the proximity. “Yeah,” we tell our neighbors, “I saw that cloud drift over and knew there was a twister in it. Dropped down half a mile away. Scuffed up some houses.”

I woke up about the time the quake started (the store doesn’t open until ten and I enjoy my sleep…), but I’m not sure it was the shaking ground that got my eyes opened. I’m at the age that the body has a built-in alarm clock.

But it goes off several times a night…

A different kind of shake, but just as timely:

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A kid’ll eat the middle of an Oreo first… Growing up in that ad’s generation (along with “I wish I was an Oscar Meyer weiner” – try to explain THAT one!) may explain why I am watching half a television.

The middle.

Somewhere in the midst of the whole switch to digital and high-def movement I kept watching my trusty Sony. In its day (the day of 90 pound televisions) it was an example of top-of-the-line visual stimulation: big picture, stereo sound, bright colors, freeze frame, picture in picture, popcorn popper.

Now it shows the middle of shows. I was watching a game and a graphic popped up at the left edge, presumably to tell me what I was watching: OX RTS. Being a part-time detective, I deduced that it meant to say Fox Sports. I also tapped into the clues to figure out that the graphic was a comparison of the two teams in different areas, but I could only see the team listed on the right edge of the graphic.

Probably had some great content on the right edge of the hi-def production too. Except I couldn’t see any of it. Honestly, I’m happy for everyone who has hi-def TV’s and get to see the extra twelve inches of wide-angle action. I just don’t understand why the content can’t be located where the rest of us can view it, too.

Or maybe I’m the last human to be watching in reg-def, or low-def, or deaf-def – whatever it is called.

And the commercials! Advertisers paying money to put their message on TV with half the address or phone number lopped off at the edge. Tech-changes. It reminds me of a deejay morning when someone called and asked if I knew the music was only coming out of one speaker. My voice was coming out of both, he said. The music? Just the right speaker.

Turns out, the engineer had tinkered with the technology overnight, and what I was hearing in the control room wasn’t what was going out to the radios. Oopsy. Which reminds me of the power outage (another engineer tinkering), and the fellow who called to ask why I didn’t announce we were off the air, so folks wouldn’t think their radios were broken.

Or my coworker (during another power outage that interrupted a staff viewing of a movie) who quipped, “this will be cool! I’ve never watched TV by candlelight before!”

Maybe I’ll hold a candle up to the edge of the screen, and I can read the rest of the hi-def!

My dilemma, sort of:

Is Your Name Famous?

You bet your sweet bippy!

Don’t remember that one? How about “Sock it to me!” or “Look that up in your Funk and Wagnalls!” Catch-phrases from Rowan and Martin’s LAUGH-IN, broadcast back in a time when the word -IN added to another word designated an event. Love-in (scandalous!), Sit-in (protest march), sleep-in (Yoko Ono), be-in (San Francisco Summer of Love 1967).

Laugh-In was a weekly “happening” (another term from that era that denoted a special event, regarded as what historical conservatives might term “trendy”). For some reason the time was especially starved for catch-phrases, and the LAUGH-IN variety show cranked out several. I was young enough then to be impressionable and I thought everything about it was “far-out.” (A term tossed around meaning – popularly fashionable.)

How long is cool – cool?

The other day I saw a You-Tube video (trendy technology) of a 1960’s fashion model, posing around in various outfits. No doubt it was cool back then. Hip. (Hep, as some said.) Up-to-date (cool, from a previous era). Looking at it, I thought the whole thing looked clunky and silly.

What will our posing and hop-hipping (I’m beyond hip-hopping) look like to future observers of popular culture? Will modern dance still be modern? Will hipsters look derisively at baseball caps worn backwards and lingerie worn on the outside? Will Madonna still be in vogue?

I saw myself in a high-school picture and wondered what happened to that hair-hat. In the race between gray and bald, I was initially rooting for gray, but now I’m just happy the competition is still on. I’m happy to be able to look back and recall I knew some people back in the day, who were actually cooler than they realized.

I’m pretty cool, today.

That’s why I’m wearing a light jacket, autumn mornings and all.

LAUGH-IN a new family member:

Is Your Name Famous?

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