Last Friday, the internet and my workplace lit up with the news that Leonard Nimoy, the actor who played the iconic character of Spock, had died, of COPD. Unlike the passing of other celebrities and stars, Nimoy’s passing hit me deeply. And as the condolences and memories about his life and work filled my feeds, I began to reflect on my own long love of both the actor, and his wonderful character, Mr. Spock.
It’s probably hard for some to remember that people often got the Vulcan confused with another Spock, a baby doctor by the name of Benjamin Spock. I soon learned about the depth of a writer’s interest and understanding of the character when they called him “Doctor” instead of “Mister”. My Spock was Mister. Or Commander. Or, for a while, Captain. But even the honorifc “Mr.” was eventually dropped as Dr. Spock faded into obscurity, and Mr. Spock became a global icon.
I was in kindergarten when the show first aired. I might had seen an episode or two- I have memories of seeing a strange-looking man on our black and white Curtis-Mathis, and wondering why his eyebrows looked like that. I remember seeing an episode at my grandparents house on their new color TV, with a cousin who thought it was fun to turn the tint controls to where everyone looked orange, like Oompa-Loompas. And I remember seeing the show on Japanese television, with Japanese voices dubbed over the actors voices. Spock was “Supoku”. Bonanza was also in Japanese.
Spock hovered in the background of those years that we moved- from Washington state, to Texas, then Okinawa, then Japan, and finally to Arkansas. By then, it was the early 70s, and the local network put on reruns of Star Trek in the afternoons. I’d come home from school, and watch. I was hooked. There was that strange-looking pointy-eared guy again, played by the actor with the strange name that no one knew how to properly pronounce. The more I watched, the more I liked him. Around that time, the animated series aired, and Star Trek books and merchandise began to trickle out. I started mowing yards and babysitting to earn money for the purchase of the Blish novels, the early Starlog mags, and the Meco characters. Meco’s Spock figure was a handsome little guy with a non-plussed expression. I liked to perch him on the stereo while I dubbed tapes. My father teased me about him, and called him my “TV teddy bear”. Mom called him “Spook”, or “Spockie-poo”. I ignored the razzing.
Spock was my hero- a perfect role model for a brainy, geeky, socially awkward young teen. I was relentlessly bullied in school, and hid behind books a lot of the time. I had a hard time understanding the unspoken social code that all my peers seemed to absorb naturally. Being the military kid in a civilian school in the Bible Belt was extremely difficult. If I wasn’t being questioned about my religious piety, I was being made fun of for my dress, my accent, my bookishness, and anything else they could think of. I was the outsider, the alien. Spock was my shield. Emulating his behavior and reactions became a way for me to cope with the difficulties of being the awkward stranger. (more…)
This book will be on my reading list.
Almost seven years ago, I wrote an essay about my distaste of Apple’s hype machine. It was written shortly before the launch of the now-iconic iPhone, where people were lining up outside the then-rare Apple Stores, waiting for this new, and very expensive new phone. iPods had already swamped the digital music universe, pretty much wiping out any competition. Tablets were still rare, and the few that existed were clunky, required styluses, and people were hoping that maybe netbooks might be something people might want. Windows had launched Vista, which was a massive flop, and people were disillusioned.
2007 was an interesting time, so when Apple launched the iPhone, people glommed onto it like it was gold. Three years later, Apple scored again, with the launch of the iPad, sending people swooning and swarming to get it. Like the iPhone before it, iPads started showing up in the hands of affluent people, parked alongside their newer iPhones, and it seemed, to me, at least, that the digital world was reshaping itself to cater to Apple’s whims.
As with the iPhone, and iPod before it, I watched this rising tide of expensive hipness wash through the culture, taking over stores (seemed that everything had an I-prefix on it), dominating downloads, and trying to shoulder out competition, but Samsung and Google weren’t having it. Apple and Android duked it out, with Microsoft being a distant and flaccid, third with their less-than-stellar offerings.
While I am certainly not an OS zealot, I’ve always been a Microsoft advocate, even through the image of folks like me was painted as square and unimaginative. Being a Microsoft fan, though, was akin to being a fan of a beloved, but perpetually bumbling and losing sports team. (The Cubs, perhaps?) We’d gather round for the latest offering, and realize that yet again, Microsoft had laid an egg. Or worse, they’d create a promising device (their tablet computers), then cripple them with an awful operating system (Windows RT), or abandon it. People approached new Microsoft products with trepidation, wondering what important feature they’d missed in this iteration. Happily, Microsoft finally found their sweet spot with their Surface tablets, although it took them three versions and four iterations to do so. When Windows 10 comes out later this year, we might finally have a tablet that works as sleekly and seamlessly as Apple, and to a lesser extent, Android.
See what I did there? Did I say something complementary about Apple? And Android? Like I said, I am no zealot, and even though I find hip bandwagons distasteful, I am willing to look at other operating systems. In fact, my job requires it, with an endless parade of my users with the latest gizmo, tablet, or phone asking me how to make it run. This has been an interesting experience, giving me the opportunity to get my mitts on all sorts of devices- mostly Apple and Samsung Android devices, with a few Windows phones sprinkled in for interest. I’ve messed around in all three environments, and have made some interesting observations.
Apple works. Period. It’s the same set of rules across all its devices and both operating systems. Learn which one you’ve got, make sure it’s updated, and things fall into place. Older models and OS versions are clearly clunkier, and I always look to see what version of the operating system or device I’m working with when I take a look at it.
Windows and Windows Phone are also fairly straight forward. They also just work. With Windows, there are a ton of tweaks and ticky-boxes, and radio buttons buried in the interface, permitting both extensive customization, and extensive head-banging if someone (kids, mostly) has screwed with them. Happily, Windows has also created ways to keep stray tinkerers out of places they shouldn’t go, and I know my way around those administrative corridors quite well. Each new iteration of the operating system requires a learning curve for me, but I am familiar enough with it that it’s not a problem. And I can bolt a classic overlay on the unfortunate Windows 8 interface, making it usable for a keyboard/mouse interaction.
Android? … Android has so darn many versions for their phones and tablets that it isn’t funny. There is no unified path through the operating system environment, because individual manufacturer often bolt on their own clunky ‘improvements’ to the OS, making it a minefield for techies to navigate. What will fix one device will cripple another. It’s a constantly shifting landscape of strangeness, hidden menus, things where they don’t belong, unintuitive placement… Android is a mess. I got an Android tablet two years ago, and each OS upgrade has sent me fleeing to websites trying to untangle what they’ve done -this- time. I hardly recognize the tablet I bought, they’ve changed things so much.
Which brings me back around to Apple. For years, I’ve staunchly declined to hop on the Apple bandwagon myself, eschewing all the iMacs, iPods, iPhones and iPads. They were expensive, and limited in their tinkerability, and since we rarely used them at work, I really did not need to become acquainted with them. Apple still isn’t ready for corporate interaction- administering the iPads we got two years ago was a real nightmare, and still is.
But I finally gave in and purchased my first Apple device back in November- an iPad Air 2. The price and features had hit the sweet spot that I insisted upon adhering to, and I pounced. I also added an iPod to the family, getting two Apple devices in the course of 6 weeks. And I’m eyeing a MacBook Pro, although I really do not have a justification for purchasing one. For what I would pay for a mid-level MacBook Pro, I could get a tricked-out Microsoft Surface 3, with better performance. Apple really needs to lower their prices.
Owning an iPad is quite different from administering them, or setting things up for other people on them. This is my device, which means I get to customize it, get used to iTunes and the app store, and all the things that are now available. No longer am I frustrated by the lack of applications for my Windows Phone (although the upgrade to 8.1 has improved things significantly), because I can get the Apple app.
And being a later adaptor of a Golden Slab of Distraction has other advantages, too. Apple has worked most of the kinks out of their operating system and online services, giving me a mature and well-reviewed environment to choose apps with. I got the iPad to mess around with musically, and when I hunt for apps, I now look at the ratings and reviews to see what earlier users say about them. I’ve avoided some real horse-turds that way, and also found some real jewels as well. I’m learning the ins and outs of the devices, and also learning that Apple and the rest of the universe are still mostly walled off. I have a large music collection with Amazon, but iTunes refuses to acknowledge it exists. I’m still trying to reconcile my Windows music library with iTunes, and realize that I will have to hand-sort what I do and don’t want in the iTunes library. It’s a mess.
But the device- the iPad itself- is a dream. I am really amazed at its clarity of function, its seamless operation, even the quality of the sound coming out of its speaker. Videos run without problems on it. Pages are crisp and clear. Games and photos are a hoot. And the music apps I have on it are opening new doors for me. I might even try one of the DJ controller apps just to see how bad a trainwreck I can make. The little iPod is also a jewel, easy to operate, and fun to have. I see why they’re so popular.
So, now I am juggling three operating systems- Apple, Windows, and Android. Each has their own merits and malfunctions, but they’re all unique and interesting in their own way. In finally acquiring an Apple device, and actually liking it, I am hoping to expand my own world. Being familiar with the two main OS isn’t a bad thing. And while I may still be something of a cranky curmudgeon about some things, it never hurts to remain open to new experiences and delights. Fear and closed-mindedness are what ages people, not chronological progression, although that is a factor.
I spent the last hour fiddle-farting around with my network, trying to get the TV to talk to the computer.
It warms the cockles of my little techie heart to be able to write a sentence like that. And if you’d told me 30 years ago that TVs would not only talk to computers, but essentially be computers themselves, I would have stamped my foot impatiently and grumbled about having to wait for it. But this 21st Century digital paradise has more than a few bad Apples. And Samsungs, and Dells, too. OK, maybe not really bad, but definitely not grade-A techie-licious.
The problem with all this new-finagled stuff is- as Scotty once memorably said, ‘the more you overtake the plumbing, the easier it is to stop up the drain’. And that’s true. There’s been an advantage to waiting a while before pouncing on some of this stuff- like the refinements of the UX/UI, but there are still a whole raft of bugs in the system. It works… sort of.
All these so-called smart devices don’t really talk to each other, or understand each other. One sends lasers, another smoke signals, a third uses Morse Code, or the digital equivalent. I want my TV to see my computer. It does- sort of. I want my computer to see my TV. It does… sort of. I fiddle-fart around with the permissions, tick on and off the ticky boxes, click the radio buttons, going back and forth.. and they still see each other… sort of. But they won’t share files.
All I wanted to do was play some newly acquired digital music over my stereo, to hear some Mr. FijiWiji over a proper analog stereo setup. (Go look him up if you have a moment. He’s good. Seriously. Great chill ambient lushness.) Even without a sub-woofer, my speakers can still follow a drop. And damn it, they sound better than these silly Bluetooth squeakers that are being peddled everywhere.
(An aside- it seems that, like turntables, ‘old-fashioned’ component stereo receivers are coming back into vogue, thus proving that everything old -or at least, middle-aged- is new again. I’m glad I kept my stuff.)
But all these fantastic interconnected goodies are probably being wasted on the vast majority of people. There’s a digital equivalent of the blinking VCR 12:00 light sitting in homes and pockets of probably 95% of the average public. My Smart TV has more features than a multiplex, and I’ve only used a fraction of them. Same with my smart phone, my smart car, and my smart, well, you get the idea.
Any more, I see the word “Smart” on a box with a gadget in it as a warning:
“Warning: There’s more shit on this stuff than you will ever figure out or use. Additional warning: don’t give this precious, expensive thing to a kid, because that kid will find something on this thing you’ve never heard of, and promptly screw it up so bad you’ll need to spend an afternoon on the phone with tech support, then, employ an expensive service to undo it. Or brick it.”
Here’s the rub: I’m that curious kid, who grew up to be a Digital Pioneer, which is relatively uncommon in my generation, who are mostly reluctant Digital Immigrants. I like messing around with things and digging up cool hidden features. Most of the time, anyway. I read the manuals, so my VCRs never blinked 12:00 unless there was a power outage. But even VCR manuals can’t hold a candle to today’s unbelievably complex gadgets. That they talk to each other at all is next to a miracle.
But sometimes, all I want to do is listen to a track, or watch a show. Once upon a time, that was simple: Flip on the stereo or TV. Find CD or DVD, plug it into the player, push play. It just worked. True ‘Plug and Play’. Today? My TV boots up. Geez.
I never did get the computer to share nicely with the TV. I ended up flicking the files I wanted to listen to onto a USB key, finding the right plug (the TV has 3, natch), and listening to Fij that way. Good ol’ sneakernet. Probably more secure, definitely a pain in the ass, but hey- it sounded great.
I am an introvert, which makes me something of a minority in this extraverted world I live in. The internet is my main tool of interaction with this noisy, ego-driven place- permitting me to browse along the periphery of the crowds, dipping into thoughts and ideas that I would not normally peruse. In the Actual World, the cognitive noise of extraverts tends to cause me almost physical pain, and I stay well away from things that attract tons of people. In fact, the word ‘attraction’ serves as a warning for me to either avoid such places, or to carefully prepare myself to bail when things get to be too overwhelming to me.
I just read this article about folks like myself, and much of it resonated with me. One thing I sometimes get asked is if I am shy. No, I am not. I do not care about social judgment, or what other people think of me. I’d be unable to function if that were the case. Instead, I prefer to live my life as authentically as possible, permitting people to like (or dislike) me on my own merits. Happily, I’m a relatively humorous, intelligent, articulate person, and get along with all but the most pathologically insecure people. I also do not suffer fools or foolishness gladly, and will not permit such people to give me grief.
I am not shy. When I must, I can be incredibly bold and persistent, a quality that has served me well.
There were several things the article mentions that really got my attention:
They withdraw in crowds.
They succeed on stage — just not in the chit-chat afterwards.
When surrounded by people, they locate themselves close to an exit.
That above set of introversion qualities has presented a real dilemma to me, especially since I am developing a new set of interests around my love of collecting, curating, and playing music. I adore dance music. House, disco, techno, trance- “EDM”- I love all of them- and a lot of other music, too. But I cannot stand the venues these styles are played in- the clubs. I tried clubbing back in my twenties in Germany- even wearing earplugs to dampen the worst of the volume, but it was too overwhelming to me. I’d find myself wanting to leave before my friends even finished their first drink. But I loved the music. And I still do- and I collect, curate, mix, remix, and play this music in the comfort of my own home. I’d love to share it with others and see them enjoy it- but the idea of being a physically present DJ sends everything into a record-ripping trainwreck. I am sure that there are introverted DJs- guys like John Digweed and Paul Oakenfold come to mind- they’re all about the mix, and not the theatrics. But I wonder how they manage. Maybe it’s the stage- when they’re up in the DJ booth, they’re controlling the vibe, not being buffeted around by it. They’re famous enough to not have to contend with the hazards of the job- from drunks crowding the booth to venue managers screwing them over. Or being female. (Huge problem. Also, being older, but Giorgio Moroder is happily spinning tunes again. And he’s 74.)
I need to figure this out- perhaps I’d do better as a curator- creating mixes and sets to feed to DJs instead of having to contend with the maddening crowds myself. I would just need to figure out how to make a bit of money at it.
They are naturally drawn to more creative, detail-oriented and solitary careers.
I’m a techie. I am happier as a behind-the-scenes sort of person, the one who gets the computer running, or solves the problem, or creates a more efficient work flow. I like to solve problems. I like to find patterns in things and sort them- be it inventories, or moods in musical tracks. I listen deeply to music, and love building soundscapes with it. I am learning how to create original content, and remix things, too.
They physically can’t stand talking on the phone.
I ran into this when I was a member of Toastmasters- I was really good at giving speeches, and got a lot of positive feedback from them. But then I was made to assume a leadership position, and I ended up quitting, because I hated the social chit-chat and telephone calls I had to make. I use the phone if I must- but for the most part, I detest it.
Idle chitchat bores the hell out of me. I prefer signal to noise. Sadly, that amplifies my social solitude, because too many people just don’t want to live the examined life. Or talk about ideas, rather than other people or things.
I still believe that the internet is perfect for introverted folks like me. I can be social and solitary at the same time, and on my terms. I can bail out without offending anyone, and chat when I feel like it, far from the maddening crowds. Plus, I can filter a lot of it, and do. And I can find like-minded souls to exchange deep thoughts with, without having to leave my home, city, or time zone. (I do like to travel and see new places, but it exhausts me. I need vacations to recover from vacations.)
For folks like me, solitude is necessary and restorative. It keeps us from turning into growly bears if we’ve had too much people-time. Be kind to your introvert. Share the article with friends. Respect their spaces. We’ll thank you for it.
It’s not yet Thanksgiving, but already the shops are jingling and moaning with the usual musical treacle that the holidays bring. It’s hard to go into a public retail space without hearing the same tired old chestnuts roasting over their various fires while trying to find new socks. When this happens in September, as it did in one shop I furiously stalked out of, it’s criminal. Dashing through the snow before the trees have even turned should be a criminal offense, with the miscreant companies forced to be wrapped in fake spiderwebs until December 1st.
But I digress. I’ll admit that I dislike 95% of holiday music. Whether it is religious or secular in nature really doesn’t matter- most of it is syrupy drivel stuck in a time-warp that creates a place that never existed- except maybe in a movie or two.
It occurred to me, and there are stats to back it up (we are in the 21st Century, after all) – that most holiday music we listen to was made in the 40s and 50s. We’re listening to ghost music. Gene Autry, Bing Crosby, Nat King Cole, Andy Williams- those voices that croon many of the more popular Xmas standards- are all gone- most recently, Andy Williams. (d. 2012). And the songs about ‘jingle bell rock’ and ‘rockin’ round the Christmas Tree’ are from the Fifties. They’re the music that the grandparents of Millenials listened to as teens. Boomer music. With vanishingly few exceptions, most popular holiday music is that of our grandparents. There is little or no new music- just remixes of old stuff. Trans-Siberian Orchestra has done the most to create newer music- but even Wizards in Winter is not well known, and is an instrumental used to run light-shows.
Makes you think, in a way. When I was a kid, a lot of the same music- the exact same recordings- were the stock in trade of the holiday season, which was much shorter. There was no ‘Black Friday’, and it was considered gauche to put up your lights or tree before mid- December. Most stores refrained from decorating before Thanksgiving, and Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade signaled the official start of the holiday season- with the Saturday after Thanksgiving being the launch date.
I’ve seen “Black Friday” ads in my email in May and June- it seems like a retail meme that cannot be let loose. And while I understand that a shopping frenzy once a year does keep people more stable, consumer-wise, it’s still something I recoil from. I love shopping- it scratches a primitive hunter-gatherer itch in me. But I hate greedy, grabby crowds, and the obligatory side of the holiday season- I prefer to give gifts when I see fit, not because I must. I frustrate my sister when she asks what I want for Xmas, because I really don’t want anything. And the question also reminds me that such questions are only asked by people who don’t bother to hang out with me to find out what my tastes are. Gifts should surprise and delight. A good gift should be a way of telling the recepient that you have been paying attention to them, and you know what they like and want without their telling you. Gifts are an acknowledgement of an almost mystical, telepathic insight. Someone I like might mention something in passing, setting a flag in my mind that reminds me in the middle of a flea-market that hey! They’ll LOVE this! But telling someone exactly what I want- giving them a laundry list of movies, books, shoes, computer software, music controllers, yard equipment, and home renovation wishes is really lame, and sucks the essence out of gift-giving. Yeah, sis- I want a new kitchen and bathroom. Got $50K? Didn’t think so. Well, I need some landscaping done. Shouldn’t be more than about $7 or 8K. Still too rich? Oh, how about this really cool digital music launcher? It’s less than $1K. No? OK, why not a nice gift card from Lowe’s or Amazon? If she insists- that is what I ask for.
But I digress. I am no longer the child who presented my parents with my List of Stuff- usually including things like electronic breadboards, crystal radios, and sciency stuff- and being disappointed that I kept getting dolls, tea-sets, and girly things. That taught me that I had to earn my own way- that people didn’t pay attention to what I needed, they got me what they thought I wanted. To this day, I look on any gift with suspicion. And I stopped celebrating Xmas 15 years ago. But the ancient yuletide carols that accompany me on my rounds for this increasingly bloated season put me back into that frustrated time and place- where people could or would not see beyond my exterior, and thought they knew what I wanted better than I did.
In a way, the holiday season is a sort of purgatory that ends every year- a forced march of misty-eyed nostalgia, of concentrated greed, spite, and misery, of forced cheerfulness and artificial frenzy, culminating in the Hangover of the Year.
I could write “Bah Humbug” on my roof with LED lights, and have been tempted to do so. But instead, I have chosen to be selective about this season and the various things it brings- including the ghosts of holidays past, and the hopes of holidays yet to come. I don’t decorate extensively, have a tree, or give gifts. I do put lights outside to welcome winter. I play winter music- including a few standards that have been sucked into the Christmas vortex- like ‘Let It Snow’ and ‘Winter Wonderland’. These songs do not mention Christmas at all. Even the signature song, “Jingle Bells”- a time-warp song if there was one- isn’t a Christmas song. It’s about an extinct form of winter transportation- horse drawn sleighs.
I don’t hate Christmas, but I’ll put up with the ‘whoop-de-doo and dickory dock’, ignore the artificial ‘war on Christmas’, and dodge the worst of the crowds for the next 6 weeks. Then, it will be over. My favorite day, December 26, will arrive, and I’ll start whistling ‘Summer is Icumin in’ just to annoy everyone. Sing, cuckoo!