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Oh. That might explain it.

Storms pop up. Fast. We know that. The meteorologists get surprises at times, too. Radar is a good thing, in my book. I don’t really care if its NexRad, NexBad, BadDad, SkyNews, DopplarPoplar, or Doppelgänger. Colors are good ‘cause I know red is bad.

That’s why I downloaded the radar app for the tablet.

I’ve mentioned this little item before. Low cost. Real time. Same stuff the big-time weather boys are looking at to make their predictions. I just touch the screen and Boom! there’s the colorful blob that lets me know how far away the storm is, which direction it is headed, and what sort of intensity is present.

Tried to look at it after the big wind storm. Down in the corner it said “Image updated 23 hours ago.”

There are too many buttons and settings for me to know what I’m doing. I tried to find a “refresh image” button. No dice. Went on the internet to search for some kind of help-file or application FAQ (frequently asked questions – you knew that already, I know…) Nothing doing. Eventually (meaning seconds later), I gave up.

Today, I read in the newspaper that the Tulsa radar site suffered a lightning hit, but is expected to be back up shortly.

That – could explain it. Hard to send out the color blob images after getting a big jolt of electricity.

I’m hoping that it will be back up and running for our Friday session with Mother Nature. The forecasters are saying more rain and that “potential” thing in regard to severe weather. (Update: Just checked it and it now states: Radar down for maintenance…) Hopefully that won’t come about, particularly since a good many people are still waiting to have their power restored.

Thanks to the PSO and related crews for their quick response. All my visitors who have mentioned losing power reported they are back in business. Charging those cell phones and tablets.

Including the ones with the handy-dandy radar.

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 S. Main Street, Broken Arrow OK!

Civil War. HI-DEF.

Before every newscast, the Channel 6 announcer reminds us we are watching “Oklahoma’s Own, in HIGH DEFINITION.” Woohoo. I’m thinking by now, everyone is pretty square with that concept. Hearing it, I am personally reminded of the Quinn-Martin productions back in the day, when the announcer solemnly pronounced “The FBI…in COLOR.” Oh, to clarify: THE FBI was a television program back when television was carved on stone tablets and pitched onto the front lawn. One of the Roman gods was probably director or set assistant. Good guys always won. In color.

Boom. Wow. In Color. Of course, the announcer had to TELL us we were watching color television, because in the black and white age leading up to it, we had no idea what that weird spectrum was we were witnessing. Oh. COLOR! That’s IT!

Me: Color? Oh, yeah! COLOR! That rainbow thing! Right on our television.”

And then – technology happened.

Me, years later: Oh, yeah! HIGH DEFINITION! That’s why I only see half of the meteorologist! Maybe I should get a new TV.

Believe it or not, there was a time before television. Before radio, even. People had to sit around in the dark and play with mudpies. They liked it. They LOVED it.

I’m kidding there. People wanted to be entertained just the same in the olden days, so they went down to the park on Sunday after church and listened to speakers orate (or orators speak, if you prefer). There were bands, a la John Phillips Sousa. Picnics. There were tournaments for watching paint dry and the rising and falling of the thermometer.

Then there was the Harper’s Weekly magazine. During the US Civil War, photography was in its infancy, and the newspaper relied on engravings to pass images along to their readers, (ie. Downloaders…). The paper was a connection to the outside world. Most people at the time would never travel outside their own county. Very few Americans would cross the Atlantic Ocean, or even dip their toes in it, for that matter. You can click on any image for a larger view of what your great-great-great-grandparents waited to receive at the mailbox.

Harper’s Weekly was the window to the world in HIGH DEFINITION. Unfortunately, my telephone-camera is closer to Civil War technology than iPhone, and does not deliver the crisp lines included in the Harper’s graphics. The volume I’m currently rebinding is from the year 1861, which – you recall – is the time of the US Civil War.

Matthew Brady was an early photographer during that time. A famous one, later in history, for his Civil War images. Lithographers working for Harper’s would be handed an M. Brady photograph and would create a lithographic plate (read that, draw freehand, using the photo as a model) that could be reproduced in the paper. The detail is simply incredible.

Many of these magazines are currently purchased and cut up, sold as individual images on sites like eBay. During the Civil War era, families saved their subscription copies and had them bound up – at the end of the year – in a hardback volume that they could keep for years and years, and look back upon in their leisure time. Believe me, compared to our soccer, Little League, PTA, TV prime time, and commuting schedules – they had plenty of leisure time. Just no GameBoys, et al.

When I’m finished, I plan to teleport the restored book back in time, so some family can have a window on the news of the current war, fashion, and upcoming works of fiction.

Or maybe, I’ll hand it back over to the fellow who asked me to rebind it.

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
122 South Main Street
Broken Arrow, OK!

Teach me. Preach (me).

I either failed the test, or passed it. I imagine it depends on your point of view. The test results indicate whether you are officially approaching your good-until-date, your use-before-this-milk-carton-date, or – if you will – your expiration-date. Like age. Getting older. Old.

It’s a pretty simple exam. Sit down in front of the television, remote in hand, and settle on a program. If you cruise right past dramas featuring handguns and arrests, then bypass the forensic science shows, reality (of any ilk or invention), awards presentations, sports (or mock sports), cartoons, game shows, shopping channels, religion, or news (including the many offerings disguised as news…).

What’s left?

Presumably, my list overlooked something, but I’m imagining that the only thing remaining is the show that features someone on a stage talking to a group in a lecture hall. Sort of like eavesdropping on a classroom. Like a professor on a stage, in a spotlight, speaking in a normal tone in passing along information without trying to take orders for a product.

Ooops.

I passed (or failed) the age test by landing on the TED talks. I’d heard the term, but wasn’t really sure what it referenced. As it turns out, TED is Technology, Entertainment, and Design. The talks have been going on for years, but have been popularized by their availability on the internet.

If I have an excuse, may I claim John Legend? He was the host for the TED talk on education tonight on PBS, and as a thoroughly engaging singer/pianist, it was a part of the sugar that made the medicine go down. I say “part” only because I found the topic (and the guest speakers, including Microsoft’s Bill Gates) engaging.

My kids aren’t kids anymore. My only vested interest in US education is on behalf of my granddaughters. My opinion hasn’t changed from those years when my own were in the system.

There is no inference here that I have any answers.

All the rankings worldwide place the US waaaaaaay down the list on proficiencies regarding math, reading, and science education. There wasn’t really a debate, but I recall shooting my mouth off (I generally keep that part running, but the mental mechanics of age and accumulated wisdom have kept the mouth-backfires to a relative-minimal amount in recent times) while out to dinner with my son and one of his friends.

He might have been one of our friends before my musing on the US education system. I came away thinking I had shot my own friendship with him right out of the water. His field of academic study was education, and his aspiration – as I recall – was to become a teacher. I made some disparaging comments about American schools, teaching, and the apparent failure of the US system. Linear thinking, I said. And that was the final straw.

Our friend stood up and excused himself, polite to a fault. He expressed dismay that he couldn’t continue as a part to the conversation and left. It had to have been out of respect for the old geezer shooting his mouth off. Looking back, I imagine I would have been belligerent enough to get myself firmly involved in a heated debate. I respect him for leaving, if only for his ability to perceive that my ideas and conclusions were firmly entrenched.

I was questioning the system.

The reason that I’m recalling a simple chips-and-salsa-evening so many years ago is this: tonight’s TED talks program on education was focused exactly on my point. Something isn’t working in the schools. Hasn’t for a long time.

Some kids learn. Others drop out. One system fits all. Or mis-fits all.

Before our collegiate-buddy stood up and left, the point I was trying to make had to do with teachers. Not just the teachers, though. It was more about the way that teachers will either make the best of the situation or settle in to present information to be learned by rote. Here is the formula for US learning (in my opinion): Conclusions that are presented even before questions can arise.

I sell books, including mysteries. The only reason those mysteries sell is because the readers have a curiosity about who-dunnit. If each page included the sentence “So-and-so did it, please memorize this fact as you will be tested on it later,” I don’t believe I’d sell too many of them.

The media’s news providers have already figured this out. It doesn’t work to preach to the public what they “need to know.” News-users gravitate to locations that provide information that they “want to know.”

This blog has gone on entirely too long. Apologies.

I’ve failed (or passed) the age-identifier. The program was certainly interesting to me, in the same way I enjoy discussing authors and their works with my guests. People have told me, straight out: I like a book that entertains me and still lets me learn something.

People want to learn things. It makes us feel more intelligent. We all would love to be smart. Those two things aren’t exactly synonymous. We all know people who can learn more things a lot faster than we can. But we all can learn. Some of us learn more easily by visualization – some need a hands-on approach. Some have limitations. A few don’t suffer that handicap.

Watching the TED lectures tonight provided partial vindication for me. When it was finished I realized I wasn’t the only person who thought the public school experience was suffering. This isn’t an “I told you so” sort of essay. There’s no feel good aspect.

Our kids need to be able to read. They don’t need books from my store. There are the public libraries, Kindles, iPhones, and Nooks. Reading is the basis for education. Even if your field of endeavor is science or math, you gotta be able to read the book for its theories, facts, and equations.

There are great teachers out there, and I assume our friend is now one of them. They are the ones who realize that – sometimes – there is more than one correct answer to a test question, and when the parent argues the point with the teacher (who may or may not concede), it is just as much in defense of a student as it is an accusation against the system.

The Mentalist. CSI. Even as far back as Monk, using the curious-detective TV references as they keep our interest – the way the schools should.

In paraphrasing the quote from 17th Century English philosopher Francis Bacon: Regarding the truth, there is always one instance of the sign post that points toward it.

If those sign posts are those angular pieces of wood pointing road directions and suggesting mileage to the destination, it is easy to imagine them spun around in 360-degrees.

Still.

One degree must point to the truth. And the truth, I am still convinced, is that the US public education system, in general, continues to fail our children and grandchildren. Read to your children. Find a fun book and read it over and over and then… Ooops, here is the radical in me: Divert from the actual text on some page and make up your own next sentence.

If your child questions you at that point, then rest assured, you are doing a great job in your position as a teaching parent.

The soapbox is back in the corner, so come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main Street
Broken Arrow, OK

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