Archive for August 2014

Just Finished–The Age of Radiance: The Epic Rise and Dramatic Fall of the Atomic Era

18144088Just finished reading Craig Nelson’s The Age of Radiance: The Epic Rise and Dramatic Fall of the Atomic Era, which deals with the evolution of all things atomic, from the Curies to the Manhattan Project, the unbelievable number of nuke tests from the 1950s through the 1980s, all the way up to the disasters at Chernobyl and Fukushima, also featuring the scads of twitchy, bomb-obsessed dudes in between, not to mention the real-life Dr. Strangelove, Edward Teller.

It’s truly amazing that we survived.

New Photo Idea: Themmies

New Idea: On the heels of the success of selfies–in which people snap photos of themselves–and ussies–where pairs and groups self-photo themselves–I’ve brainstormed an idea for a new kind of photograph. 

The idea here is to have one person use a camera to snap pictures of other people from appropriate distances. The distance, of course, would depend on including any desired background objects in the picture or achieving the proper perspective. The best part, though, is that distance between photographer and subject would no longer be limited by arm length. So no more looking up people’s nostrils. 

We’ll call these new photos, I don’t know, themmies? It’s a radical idea, but I’m confident it’ll catch on. 

Yay, themmies.

Fifty-One Shades of Jealous, or When Are People Going to Start Looking at Me?

Celebrity deaths bring out the best and worst in people. To be honest, though, so do traffic lights, Chinese buffets, sunrises, and dolphins.

And changes in wind direction.

And Tupperware.

And everything.

Celebrity deaths, though. After these events, some folks offer thoughts of condolence, sorrow, and tribute. Others say nothing, either because they don’t have words to say, need time to formulate their thoughts or feel their words might cause more harm than good.

Then there are the ones who can’t not speak, even when what they have to say is the equivalent of a surprise Monday morning colonoscopy.

Oh, these people*.

It goes something like this: Why are you all talking about that person when you should really be talking about This Other Thing? After all, people can only pay attention to one thing at a time, at the expense of all others. It’s the way human brains are wired. It’s neuroscience, you guys.

Everywhere I look, I see that person’s face, these sunshine rays complain. People are saying nice things about that person. When I’m forced to get up out of bed and log into my favorite social media platform, all I see is blah, blah, blah about that person. All day long. Why is everyone talking about that person?

<Subtext: I didn’t like that person.>

<Sub-sub-text: Why aren’t you talking about me?>


*These may be the same people, in fact, who, as children, threw tantrums when other kids received birthday presents.