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Sunday, September 14, 2014
Eugene the Jeep
This is probably my favorite of my many favorite cartoons from the first Popeye series of the early 1930s. Long ago, my children got fascinated with these (they came on TV at about 5:30 in the morning, so I videotaped them and we watched them together), and at one point I sent my 8-hour collection someplace to have them transferred to DVD. I never saw them again. But a few years ago, I happened upon a cleaned-up, pristine, re-released boxed set and was in Popeye heaven. I was a bit surprised to see these in glorious black and white, as the ones we saw back in the '80s were in colour. Later I found out they had been sent to Korea to be badly colorized, probably by Ted Turner. (Why Ted Turner was forgiven for all that atrocity amazes me, but he was, and his name now proudly stands for Turner Classic Movies, a bastion of cinematic purity with no interruptions, no edits and no commercial breaks. How did he pull that one off?)
Considering what an adorable creation Eugene the Jeep is, it surprises me that Fleischer only used him in two cartoons. In this one, he rescues Swee' Pea from certain death by taking Popeye on a wild Jeep chase. The second one just doesn't have the same charm. In the kind of cruel boondoggle I came to expect as a sullen, embittered little girl, the animators decided to un-make him and start all over again, having him delivered in a mysterious box (a gift from Olive - ?) to Popeye's door.
But it doesn't really matter what Jeep does - it's all adorable. He's a sort of magic teddy-dog with the ability to dematerialize, walk through walls and foretell the future. His tail makes a sort of jingly sound, and every so often he goes, "jeep, jeep". But all this is barely touched on in these two cartoons - in fact, in the second one he hardly has any mojo left at all. .
Like all the Popeye characters, Eugene got his start in the "funny papers", in a highly eccentric 1920s comic strip called Thimble Theater. Popeye was probably the least likely of them to get his own cartoon franchise. Since the Jeep started off as a static comic strip character, the animators would have had very little idea of how he was supposed to move. I think they did a delightful job with him, with his spins and twirls.
This is a particularly neat sequence, and an example of what Fleischer and his animators did best. Labyrinthine chases that double back on themselves are a standard feature, usually involving Popeye risking life and limb. (This is one of the very few cartoons in which he does NOT eat his spinach. Even spinach is no match for the power of the Jeep.)
A superb moment!
Though Popeye doesn't eat his spinach, Eugene eats his orchids. I just had a thought as to why he only appears twice. Cute as he is, it would be hard to think up "business" for him. He has to be the centre of the action, with all that spooky magic power, so he can't just be a faithful Jeep trotting along at Popeye's heels. But what sort of action, when Popeye cartoons are usually of the knockdown-dragout variety? Where would Bluto fit in? Or Wimpy, for that matter? Most of the Thimble Theatre characters were dumped when Popeye went animated. For the most part, the whole cartoon series revolved around that eternal triangle: Popeye, Bluto and the raven-haired wench who holds them in her fatal spell.
I just remembered something about this ending, which only appears in the first few cartoons. When we were watching them on VHS tape, we only saw a tiny flash of "something" that looked like an inkwell. The people who colorized the cartoons had so adulterated the animation that this logo almost disappeared, or was reduced to a fraction of a second. So the game was to pause the tape at the exact moment when that frame or two appeared. We also acted out a dramatic version of Barnacle Bill the Sailor, but I doubt if either of them remembers it. Oh, the memories.
Hey, who's flying this thing?
I never should have found it, this planecrashinfo.com site. It's extremely addictive for all the wrong reasons. It amazes me how often disaster is directly caused not by pilot error, but by utter pilot incompetence. Below are two transcripts from the cockpit.
On an Air New Zealand flight to Antarctica, no one in the flight crew seems the least bit concerned that nobody can see anything. The assumed tour guide Mulgrew blandly tells the passengers that they have no idea where they're going, but if he ever figures it out, he'll let them know, because the view of Antarctica is breathtaking. But it's pretty hard to see anything after you've slammed into the side of a mountain. On a Lauda Air flight to Thailand, the pilots receive a dire warning about an equipment malfunction, but dither around endlessly with an instruction manual, doing it "by the book" until the plane eventually stalls, falls out of the sky and disintegrates. None of these pilots have the old-style Chuck Yeager instincts that it took to get a plane and all its passengers through near-disaster. It's sheer hell to send a kid up to do a man's job.
http://www.planecrashinfo.com/lastwords.htm
November 28, 1979
Mt. Erebus, Ross Ice Shelf, Antarctica
Air New Zealand, Flight 901
McDonnell Douglas DC-10-30
ZK-NZP
The aircraft crashed into the slopes of Mt. Erebus while on sightseeing flight to Antarctica.
An incorrect computer-stored flight plan resulted in a navigational error directing the flight
towards Mt. Erebus. Because of overcast, the crew descended below authorized altitude.
Contributing to the accident was the crew's inexperience with flying the Antarctic route.
All 257 aboard killed.
MC = McMurdo Station
CA = Captain
F/O = First Officer
F/E = Flight Engineer
MU = Mulgrew (guide)
MC New Zealand 901, maintain VMC. Keep you advised of your altitude as you approach McMurdo..
CA We're VMC around this way so I'm going to do another turn in.
CA Sorry, haven't got time to talk, but ...
MU Ah well, you can't talk if you can't see anything.
12:43
MU There you go. There's some land ahead.
CA I'll arm the nav again.
CA ALT, NAV CAP, IAS hold.
12:44
FO Roger, New Zealand 901, 50 miles north the base was one zero thousand. We are now at 6,000 descending to 2,000 and we're VMC.
12:45
CA We had a message from the Wright Valley and they are clear over there.
MU Oh, good.
CA So if you can get us out over that way...?
MU No trouble.
MU Taylor on the right now.
MU This is Peter Mulgrew speaking again folks. I still can't see very much at the moment. Keep you informed soon as I see something that gives me a clue as to where we are. We're going down in altitude now and it won't be long before we get quite a good view.
12:46
F/E Where's Erebus in relation to us a the moment.
MU Left, about 20 or 25 miles.
F/O Yep, yep.
F/E I'm just thinking of any high ground in the area, that's all.
MU I think it'll be left.
F/E Yes, I reckon about here.
MU Yes ... no, no, I don't really know.
12:47
MU That's the edge.
CA Yes, OK. Probably see further anyway.
F/O It's not too bad.
MU I reckon Bird's through here and Ross Island there. Erebus should be there.
CA Actually, these conditions don't look very good at all, do they?
MU No they don't.
12:49
MU That look like the edge of Ross Island there.
F/E I don't like this.
CA Have you got anything from him?
F/O No
CA We're 26 miles north. We'll have to climb out of this.
MU You can see Ross Island? Fine.
F/O You're clear to turn right. There's no high ground if you do a one eighty.
CA No ... negative.
GPWS [Whoop whoop pull up. Whoop whoop]
F/E Five hundred feet.
GPWS [Pull up]
F/E Four hundred feet.
GPWS [Whoop, whoop pull up. Whoop whoop pull up]
CA Go-around power please.
GPWS [Whoop whoop pull -]
[Sound of impact]
May 26, 1991
Near Ban Nong Rong, Thailand
Lauda Air, Flight 004
Boeing B-767-3Z9ER
OE-LAV
Twelve minutes after takeoff the crew received a visual REV ISLN advisory warning which indicated that an additional system failure may cause deployment of the No. 1 engine thrust reverser. No action was taken since the manual indicated "No Action Required". Just before reaching FL 310 during a climb, there was an uncommanded deployment of the No. 1 engine thrust reverser. The aircraft stalled, when into a steep high speed dive, broke apart at 4,000 feet and crashed into the jungle 70 miles northwest of Bangkok. Failure of the reverse thrust isolation valve. Following the accident Boeing made modifications to the thrust reverser system. All 223 aboard killed.
CA = Captain
F/O = First Officer
23.21:21
[Warning light indicating possibility of reverse thrust becoming activated]
23.21:21
F/O Shit.
23.21:24
CA That keeps, that's come on.
23.22:28
F/O So we passed transition altitude one-zero-one-three.
23.22:30
CA OK.
23.23:57
CA What's it say in there about that, just ah...
23.24:00
F/O (reading from quick reference handbook) Additional system failures may cause in-flight deployment. Expect normal reverse operation after landing.
23.24:11
CA OK.
23.24:12
CA Just, ah, let's see.
23.24:36
CA OK.
23.25:19
F/O Shall I ask the ground staff?
23.25:22
CA What's that?
23.25:23
F/O Shall I ask the technical men?
23.25:26
CA Ah, you can tell 'em it, just it's, it's, it's, just ah, no, ah, it's probably ah wa... ah moisture or something 'cause it's not just, oh, it's coming on and off.
23.25:39
F/O Yeah.
23.25:40
CA But, ah, you know it's a ... it doesn't really, it's just an advisory thing, I don't ah ...
23.25:55
CA Could be some moisture in there or somethin'.
23.26:03
F/O Think you need a little bit of rudder trim to the left.
23.26:06
CA What's that?
23.26:08
F/O You need a little bit of rudder trim to the left.
23.26:10
CA OK.
23.26:12
CA OK.
23.26:50
F/O [Starts adding up figures in German]
23.30:09
F/O [Stops adding figures]
23.30:37
F/O Ah, reverser's deployed.
23.30:39
[Sound of snap]
23.30:41
CA Jesus Christ!
23.30:44
[Sound of four caution tones]
23.30:47
[Sound of siren warning starts]
23.30:48
[Sound of siren warning stops]
23.30:52
[Sound of siren warning starts and continues until the recording ends]
23.30:53
CA Here, wait a minute!
23.30:58
CA Damn it!
23.31:05
[Sound of bang]
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Mt. Erebus, Ross Ice Shelf, Antarctica
Air New Zealand, Flight 901
McDonnell Douglas DC-10-30
ZK-NZP
The aircraft crashed into the slopes of Mt. Erebus while on sightseeing flight to Antarctica.
An incorrect computer-stored flight plan resulted in a navigational error directing the flight
towards Mt. Erebus. Because of overcast, the crew descended below authorized altitude.
Contributing to the accident was the crew's inexperience with flying the Antarctic route.
All 257 aboard killed.
MC = McMurdo Station
CA = Captain
F/O = First Officer
F/E = Flight Engineer
MU = Mulgrew (guide)
MC New Zealand 901, maintain VMC. Keep you advised of your altitude as you approach McMurdo..
CA We're VMC around this way so I'm going to do another turn in.
CA Sorry, haven't got time to talk, but ...
MU Ah well, you can't talk if you can't see anything.
12:43
MU There you go. There's some land ahead.
CA I'll arm the nav again.
CA ALT, NAV CAP, IAS hold.
12:44
FO Roger, New Zealand 901, 50 miles north the base was one zero thousand. We are now at 6,000 descending to 2,000 and we're VMC.
12:45
CA We had a message from the Wright Valley and they are clear over there.
MU Oh, good.
CA So if you can get us out over that way...?
MU No trouble.
MU Taylor on the right now.
MU This is Peter Mulgrew speaking again folks. I still can't see very much at the moment. Keep you informed soon as I see something that gives me a clue as to where we are. We're going down in altitude now and it won't be long before we get quite a good view.
12:46
F/E Where's Erebus in relation to us a the moment.
MU Left, about 20 or 25 miles.
F/O Yep, yep.
F/E I'm just thinking of any high ground in the area, that's all.
MU I think it'll be left.
F/E Yes, I reckon about here.
MU Yes ... no, no, I don't really know.
12:47
MU That's the edge.
CA Yes, OK. Probably see further anyway.
F/O It's not too bad.
MU I reckon Bird's through here and Ross Island there. Erebus should be there.
CA Actually, these conditions don't look very good at all, do they?
MU No they don't.
12:49
MU That look like the edge of Ross Island there.
F/E I don't like this.
CA Have you got anything from him?
F/O No
CA We're 26 miles north. We'll have to climb out of this.
MU You can see Ross Island? Fine.
F/O You're clear to turn right. There's no high ground if you do a one eighty.
CA No ... negative.
GPWS [Whoop whoop pull up. Whoop whoop]
F/E Five hundred feet.
GPWS [Pull up]
F/E Four hundred feet.
GPWS [Whoop, whoop pull up. Whoop whoop pull up]
CA Go-around power please.
GPWS [Whoop whoop pull -]
[Sound of impact]
May 26, 1991
Near Ban Nong Rong, Thailand
Lauda Air, Flight 004
Boeing B-767-3Z9ER
OE-LAV
Twelve minutes after takeoff the crew received a visual REV ISLN advisory warning which indicated that an additional system failure may cause deployment of the No. 1 engine thrust reverser. No action was taken since the manual indicated "No Action Required". Just before reaching FL 310 during a climb, there was an uncommanded deployment of the No. 1 engine thrust reverser. The aircraft stalled, when into a steep high speed dive, broke apart at 4,000 feet and crashed into the jungle 70 miles northwest of Bangkok. Failure of the reverse thrust isolation valve. Following the accident Boeing made modifications to the thrust reverser system. All 223 aboard killed.
CA = Captain
F/O = First Officer
23.21:21
[Warning light indicating possibility of reverse thrust becoming activated]
23.21:21
F/O Shit.
23.21:24
CA That keeps, that's come on.
23.22:28
F/O So we passed transition altitude one-zero-one-three.
23.22:30
CA OK.
23.23:57
CA What's it say in there about that, just ah...
23.24:00
F/O (reading from quick reference handbook) Additional system failures may cause in-flight deployment. Expect normal reverse operation after landing.
23.24:11
CA OK.
23.24:12
CA Just, ah, let's see.
23.24:36
CA OK.
23.25:19
F/O Shall I ask the ground staff?
23.25:22
CA What's that?
23.25:23
F/O Shall I ask the technical men?
23.25:26
CA Ah, you can tell 'em it, just it's, it's, it's, just ah, no, ah, it's probably ah wa... ah moisture or something 'cause it's not just, oh, it's coming on and off.
23.25:39
F/O Yeah.
23.25:40
CA But, ah, you know it's a ... it doesn't really, it's just an advisory thing, I don't ah ...
23.25:55
CA Could be some moisture in there or somethin'.
23.26:03
F/O Think you need a little bit of rudder trim to the left.
23.26:06
CA What's that?
23.26:08
F/O You need a little bit of rudder trim to the left.
23.26:10
CA OK.
23.26:12
CA OK.
23.26:50
F/O [Starts adding up figures in German]
23.30:09
F/O [Stops adding figures]
23.30:37
F/O Ah, reverser's deployed.
23.30:39
[Sound of snap]
23.30:41
CA Jesus Christ!
23.30:44
[Sound of four caution tones]
23.30:47
[Sound of siren warning starts]
23.30:48
[Sound of siren warning stops]
23.30:52
[Sound of siren warning starts and continues until the recording ends]
23.30:53
CA Here, wait a minute!
23.30:58
CA Damn it!
23.31:05
[Sound of bang]
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My Pet The Giant Snail - Unusual Exotic Pets
Not really MY pet, and I don't think I would want it to be. There would be lots of slime to clean up. I also found a video of a "pet" stick insect as long as your forearm, at least. I don't know. I'm contemplating getting another lovebird. The loss of Jasper hit me harder than I thought, and the house is awfully quiet. My bird feeder hasn't netted much results yet. But not this.
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Pines of Rome: through a glass, brightly
Given that the last few posts have been, uh, er, pretty much deathward, I think it's time to look in a new direction. Or another one, at least.
This is a condensed version of one of my favorite pieces of music. Respighi is an underrated composer, often seen as lightweight. I perceive it as a sort of innocence, a childlike zeal that some find a little disconcerting. He gets right to the heart of things.
I post an edited version because there is a long, very beautiful, meditative section in the middle that the casual listener may bail on. Instead we hear the Edenic Pines of the Janiculum, which I tried to use to describe the most profound spiritual experience I ever had. I say "tried", meaning a useless attempt to get people to listen to it so they would "get" what I went through. No one did.
But I still have it, and in its enigmatic beauty I feel the echo of some sort of paradoxical death and rebirth.
P. S. The blaring, triumphant brasses, the trumpets sounding almost dissonantly at the end predate the works of film composer John Williams. Respighi did it first: that space-epic sound. See if you can hear it.
Friday, September 12, 2014
Pull up! PULL UP!
This is from a truly awful web site called planecrashinfo.com, in which you can read transcripts and even listen to cockpit transmissions that take place during actual plane crashes. Yes, I know it's sick, but it's the kind of thing I've been known to become obsessed with. And compared to my suicide short story, it's downright upbeat.
But be honest for a minute. Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like? This brings you uncomfortably close. Though it's only audio, it's more raw than any so-called "reality" TV I've ever seen. I am haunted by the voice of the radio traffic reporter screaming "hit the water, hit the water!" as her chopper goes down, and the nervous, awkward chatter of the radio hosts as they try to quell their fear that she has been killed. (She has). Now I know that the doomy repetitive sounds of those warning instruments ("WHOOP, WHOOP, PULL! UP! - WHOOP, WHOOP, PULL! UP!") may be the last thing you ever hear.
Some of the pilots' last words are memorable:
I have nothing in front of me.
Mountains!
What's happening?
Goodnight. Goodbye. We perish!
That's it, I'm dead.
No need for that, we are okay, no problem, no problem
It's OK, it's OK, don't hurry, don't hurry
OK, mellow it out, mellow it out
Oh, God. . . flip!
A bit low, bit low, bit low
Hang on. What the hell is this?
Watch it!
We're finished.
Pete, sorry.
Actually, these conditions don't look very good at all, do they?
Amy, I love you.
http://www.planecrashinfo.com/lastwords.htm
I include below an entire transcript from a doomed flight from 1972. The inepititude of these guys floors me: these are the kinds of pilots you DON'T want to have. Laurel and Hardy could have flown this plane better, I think. While the plane heads for doom, they're trying to fix a light with a pair of pliers and a kleenex. Unlike many of these catastrophic cases, there were survivors.
December 29, 1972
Everglades National Park, Florida
Eastern Air Lines, Flight 401
Lockheed L-1011 TriStar1
N310EA
The crew was preoccupied with a landing gear problem and was trying to replace the landing
gear light while on autopilot and in a holding pattern. As the captain got up to help, he
inadvertently pushed on the yoke releasing the autopilot. With no ground reference and
under nighttime conditions, the aircraft gradually descended until it crashed into Everglades,
18.7 miles west-northwest of Miami killing 100 out of 176 aboard. The failure of the crew to
monitor the flight instruments during the final 4 minutes of flight, and to detect a descent
soon enough to prevent impact with the ground.
TWR = Tower
APP = Approach
CAM = Cockpit area mike
CAM 1 = Primarily Captain
CAM 2 = Primarily First Officer
Cam 3 = Primarily Flight Engineer
?? = unknown.
### = expletive
RT = Radio transmission
23.32:52
RT Miami Tower, do you read, Eastern 401? Just turned on final.
23.32:56
TWR Eastern 401 Heavy, continue approach to 9 left.
23.33:00
RT Continue approach, roger.
23.33:00
CAM 3 Continuous ignition. No smoke.
CAM 1 Coming on.
CAM 3 Brake system.
CAM 1 Okay.
CAM 3 Radar.
CAM 1 Up, off.
CAM 3 Hydraulic panels checked.
CAM 2 Thirty-five, thirty three.
CAM 1 Bert, is that handle in?
CAM ???
CAM 3 Engine crossbleeds are open.
23.33:22
CAM ? Gear down.
CAM ? ??
CAM 1 I gotta.
CAM ? ??
23.33:25
CAM 1 I gotta raise it back up.
23.33:47
CAM 1 Now I'm gonna try it down one more time.
CAM 2 All right.
23.33:58
[sound of altitude alert horn]
CAM 2 Right gear.
CAM 2 Well, want to tell 'em we'll take it around and circle around and ... around?
23.34:05
RDO 1 Well ah, tower, this is Eastern, ah, 401. It looks like we're gonna have to circle, we don't have a light on our nose gear yet.
23.34:14
TWR Eastern 401 heavy, roger, pull up, climb straight ahead to two thousand, go back to approach control, one twenty eight six.
23.34:19
CAM 2 Twenty-two degrees.
CAM 2 Twenty-two degrees, gear up
CAM 1 Put power on it first, Bert. That-a-boy.
CAM 1 Leave the ... gear down till we find out what we got.
CAM 2 All right.
CAM 3 You want me to test the lights or not?
CAM 1 Yeah.
CAM ? ... seat back.
CAM 1 Check it.
CAM 2 Uh, Bob, it might be the light. Could you jiggle that, the light?
CAM 3 It's gotta, gotta come out a little bit and then snap in.
CAM ? ??
CAM ? I'll put 'em on.
23.34:21
RT Okay, going up to two thousand, one twenty-eight six.
23.34:58
CAM 2 We're up to two thousand
CAM 2 You want me to fly it, Bob?
CAM 1 What frequency did he want us on, Bert?
CAM 2 One twenty-eight six.
CAM 1 I'll talk to 'em.
CAM 3 It's right ...
CAM 1 Yeah, ...
CAM 3 I can't make it pull out, either.
CAM 1 We got pressure.
CAM 3 Yes sir, all systems.
CAM 1 ??
23.35:09
RDO 1 All right ahh, Approach Control, Eastern 401, we're right over the airport here and climbing to two thousand feet. in fact, we've just
23.35:20
APP Eastern 401, roger. Turn left heading three six zero and maintain two thousand, vectors to 9 Left final.
23.35:28
RT Left three six zero.
23.36:04
CAM 1 Put the ... on autopilot here.
CAM 2 All right.
CAM 1 See if you can get that light out.
CAM 2 All right.
CAM 1 Now push the switches just a ... forward.
CAM 1 Okay.
CAM 1 You got it sideways, then.
CAM ? Naw, I don't think it'll fit.
CAM 1 You gotta turn it one quarter turn to the left.
23.36:27
APP Eastern 401, turn left heading three zero zero.
RT Okay.
23.36:37
RT Three zero zero, Eastern 401.
23.37:08
CAM 1 Hey, hey, get down there and see if that damn nose wheel's down. You better do that.
CAM 2 You got a handkerchief or something so I can get a little better grip on this? Anything I can do with it?
CAM 1 Get down there and see if that, see if that ### thing ...
CAM 2 This won't come out, Bob. If I had a pair of pliers, I could cushion it with that Kleenex.
CAM 3 I can give you pliers but if you force it, you'll break it, just believe me.
CAM 2 Yeah, I'll cushion it with Kleenex.
CAM 3 Oh, we can give you pliers.
23.37:48
APP Eastern, uh, 401 turn left heading two seven zero.
23.37:53
RT Left two seven zero, roger.
23.38:34
CAM 1 To hell with it, to hell with this. Go down and see if it's lined up with the red line. That's all we care. ### around with that ### twenty-cent piece ...
CAM ? ??
23.38:46
RT Eastern 401 I'll go ah, out west just a little further if we can here and, ah, see if we can get this light to come on here.
23.38:54
APP All right, ah, we got you headed westbound there now, Eastern 401.
23.38:56
RT All right.
CAM 1 How much fuel we got left on this ###
CAM ? Fifty two five.
CAM 2 It won't come out, no way.
23.39:37
CAM 1 Did you ever take it out of there?
CAM 2 Huh?
CAM 1 Have you ever taken it out of there?
CAM 2 Hadn't till now.
CAM 1 Put it in the wrong way, huh?
CAM 2 In there looks ... square to me.
CAM ? Can't you get the hole lined up?
CAM ? ??
CAM ? Whatever's wrong?
CAM 1 What's that?
23.40:05
CAM 2 I think that's over the training field.
CAM ? West heading you wanna go left or ...
CAM 2 Naw that's right, we're about to cross Krome Avenue right now.
23.40:17
CAM [Sound of click]
CAM 2 I don't know what the ### holding that ### ...
CAM 2 Always something, we could'a made schedule.
23.40:38
CAM [Sound of altitude alert]
CAM 1 We can tell if that ### is down by looking down at our indices.
CAM 1 I'm sure it's down, there's no way it couldn't help but be.
CAM 2 I'm sure it is.
CAM 1 It freefalls down.
CAM 2 The tests didn't show that the lights worked anyway.
CAM 1 That 's right.
CAM 2 It's a faulty light.
23.41:05
CAM 2 Bob, this ### just won't come out.
CAM 1 All right leave it there.
CAM 3 I don't see it down there.
CAM 1 Huh?
CAM 3 I don't see it.
CAM 1 You can't see that indis ... for the nose wheel ah, there's a place in there you can look and see if they're lined up.
CAM 3 I know, a little like a telescope.
CAM 1 Yeah.
CAM 3 Well ...
CAM 1 It's not lined up?
CAM 3 I can't see it, it's pitch dark and I throw the little light I get ah nothing.
23.41:31
CAM 4 Wheel-well lights on?
CAM 3 Pardon?
CAM 4 Wheel-well lights on?
CAM 3 Yeah wheel well lights always on if the gear's down.
CAM 1 Now try it.
23.41:40
APP Eastern, ah 401 how are things coming along out there?
23.41:44
RT Okay, we'd like to turn around and come, come back in.
CAM 1 Clear on left?
CAM 2 Okay
23.41:47
APP Eastern 401 turn left heading one eight zero.
23.41:50
CAM 1 Huh?
23.41:51
RT One eighty.
23.42:05
CAM 2 We did something to the altitude.
CAM 1 What?
23.42:07
CAM 2 We're still at two thousand right?
23.42:09
CAM 1 Hey, what's happening here?
CAM ?
[Sound of click]
23.42:10
CAM ?
[Sound of six beeps similar to radio altimeter increasing in rate]
23.42:12
[Sound of impact]
The Kicker. There's always a kicker, right? I never plan it that way. I just find I have more to say on the subject. Included on this eerie page is a transcript (no audio, thank God) from the doomed flight that was meant to crash into the White House on Sept. 11, 2001. This is just a fragment of it. (Bracketed lines have been translated from Arabic.)
| 9:39:11 | Ah. Here's the captain. I would like to tell you all to remain seated. We have a bomb aboard, and we are going back to the airport, and we have our demands. So, please remain quiet. |
| 9:39:21 | OK. That's 93 calling? |
| 9:39:24 | (One moment.) |
| 9:39:34 | United 93. I understand you have a bomb on board. Go ahead. |
| 9:39:42 | And center exec jet nine fifty-six. That was the transmission. |
| 9:39:47 | OK. Ah. Who called Cleveland? |
| 9:39:52 | Executive jet nine fifty-six, did you understand that transmission? |
| 9:39:56 | Affirmative. He said that there was a bomb on board. |
| 9:39:58 | That was all you got out of it also? |
| 9:40:01 | Affirmative. |
| 9:40:03 | Roger. |
| 9:40:03 | United 93. Go ahead. |
| 9:40:14 | United 93. Go ahead. |
| 9:40:17 | Ahhh. |
| 9:40:52 | (This green knob?) |
| 9:40:54 | (Yes, that's the one.) |
| 9:41:05 | United 93, do you hear the Cleveland center? |
| 9:41:14 | (One moment. One moment.) |
| 9:41:15 | Unintelligible. |
| 9:41:56 | Oh man. |
| 9:44:18 | (This does not work now.) |
| 9:45:13 | Turn it off. |
| 9:45:16 | (... Seven thousand ...) |
| 9:45:19 | (How about we let them in? We let the guys in now.) |
| 9:45:23 | (OK.) |
| 9:45:24 | (Should we let the guys in?) |
| 9:45:25 | (Inform them, and tell him to talk to the pilot. Bring the pilot back.) |
| 9:45:57 | (In the name of Allah. In the name of Allah. I bear witness that there is no other God, but Allah.) |
| 9:47:31 | Unintelligible. |
| 9:47:40 | (Allah knows.) |
| 9:48:15 | Unintelligible. |
| 9:48:38 | Set course. |
| 9:49:37 | Unintelligible. |
| 9:51:27 | Unintelligible. |
| 9:51:35 | Unintelligible. |
| 9:52:02 | Unintelligible. |
| 9:52:31 | Unintelligible. |
Grief Relief (short fiction)
Everybody said the same thing. Oh, they said it all right, but only officially, and only because it was a fad. A fad, in that, like the ice bucket challenge, everyone was doing it, and almost no one was thinking of the true significance of it.
And it was a lie.
What did it mean to "reach out for help"? If things spilled over and it was just too hard and the loneliness too agonizing, what were her choices? Her friends were uncomfortable with her grief and always tried to cheer her up. They talked brightly and continuously, trampling her attempts to communicate. Sometimes they brought things over, cookies, a hand-crocheted tea cozy. They steadfastly didn't talk about her depression, and made it know somehow that she wasn't supposed to, either. Then they said to themselves, "There. I have tried to help Sarah, but she doesn't want my help."
OK then: so how else does one "reach out for help"? How about a minister? The Word of God would solve everything. No, SHOULD. Not only that, she must obviously be faithless to be in this state. Cheer up, for the Lord helps you all the day long, even if you are too ungrateful to recognize it.
"Sarah. Soooooooo. I see you are having some feelings of slight depression."
Slight, my ass. But what am I supposed to tell him: that I want to cut my wrists most of the time?
"Well, I'm having a little bit of trouble sleeping."
"So how much sleep are you getting, Sarah?"
How much sleep are you getting? How much sleep are you getting?
"Four hours, maybe five."
"Well, dear, as we get older, we require less sleep. This may just be an adjustment. But I'll give you more Seroquel just in case."
"I've gained thirty pounds on the Seroquel."
"Well, dear, we'll just have to exercise more self-control, won't we ?"
Self-control to forfeit her one form of self-comfort? An adjustment to the weird jangles and patterns in the air and on the walls which she knew represented months of severe sleep deprivation? But no. Don't tell him about that. It would be antipsychotics for sure, the big guns, and then it would truly be over.
CUT! CUT! Don't print any of this, throw the footage away because it is useless. There is NO ONE to talk to about ANY of this: "resources" do not exist because everyone is uncomfortable with the erosion of her personality. It's too macabre, so it isn't happening. There, now, we're finished.
When Dan died, she felt as if she were falling endlessly, the air whistling in her ears, sure she would never hit bottom, but then when she did, she began to fall again. Everyone told her to go on a cruise. She remembered widows who had done that, who seemed suddenly liberated and twenty years younger, joyful for the first time in decades. Dancing, kicking up their heels, getting new boy friends that their families didn't approve of. It didn't happen to her. A year and a half went by, her friend Doris died suddenly of a heart attack, then her grandchild Nathan committed suicide. The act was a searing thunderclap, followed by white noise that blotted out every colour there was.
Can all this happen to one person? Oh, no, I guess it can't then.
But it did.
There was lots of hand-patting, a ton of advice and homilies ("a person is only as happy as they make up their mind to be", "the only thing we can control is our attitude", "it's always darkest before the dawn", etc.), but also some savage things leaping out at her from nowhere (or somewhere?), including her daughter snarling at her, "This is all your fault. You had a bad influence on him, all that mental illness crap. I never should have let you near him."
You walk along. You get through the day. Friendships wither because it is harder, and harder, and harder to keep a smile on your face, harder and harder to "act normal", cover the abyss. Then one day you walk into the living room just as a news announcement flashes on the screen, some sort of message: "The Williams family requests privacy at this time." Then it quickly moves on to the next item.
The Williams family.
As you head upstairs to the computer, hoping to find out more, a thought hits you, a jolt coming straight down on you like lightning out of the sky.
It's Robin Williams. And he has killed himself.
For a while the news bubbles and burbles. Some people say it was his fault, others say he was being selfish. A psychologist writes him an "open letter" long after he is dead, telling him why suicide is such a bad idea and why he shouldn't consider it. Helpful. He should have reached out for help, of course. All you poor, distraught fuckups out there, make sure you reach out for help! But if you were so in touch with things that might help you, if you were a real person, a normal person, not a percentage point dwelling in the sludge at the bottom of the human barrel, reaching out wouldn't be needed to begin with.
All right then. I know this is a bad idea, probably an unpopular idea, but he set an example, didn't he? The brightest, most effervescent personality who ever lived, hanging himself with a belt. Myself, I always thought it was a good idea to use two ideas concurrently: take the pills, THEN hang yourself. Cut your wrists, THEN jump off the bridge. That way, you won't have the sagging-through-the-floor humiliation of waking up from a failed suicide attempt, the entire family furious with you for being so selfish. But what about throwing yourself in front of a train? I've run out of prequels there.
Oh all right, this method will do. I know enough to follow the correct procedure because I have read up on it. There's just tons of stuff on the internet now; you don't even need to go to the library and get that odd look when you check out all those books. I know the drill by now, mainly by doing it wrong. Don't just take the pills, because you'll throw them up for sure. Have a sandwich first, a sort of symbolic Last Supper, the final meal before the convict is executed, with a nice hit of alcohol. (I've been sober twenty years, but what does it matter now? My family told me I never should have been an alcoholic to begin with.) Then a few Tums and two Gravol to avoid puking them up. Let it settle, then start to take the Seroquel, but NOT all at once. My God, someone must have supervised this to get it exactly right! But they call it mercy killing, or they used to. Assisted suicide? There's no one left who will assist me.
A life is done, then it's undone. It's completed, meaning that it is finished. (Didn't Jesus say that on the cross? Such a wag.) People can run around and scream all they like, blame me, say everything is my fault, which they will. But they won't have Sarah to kick around any more. Oh, no they won't.
She lies down on the bed, and in a last bitter joke that no one will understand, spreads her arms out in a crucifixion pose. Blessed assurance: the wave passes over her, enveloping and dark, bringing her at last the peace that passeth all understanding.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
This Is Your Life, Harold Lloyd!
This isn't the best material to make gifs out of, but I thought I'd try a few.
Footage of the older Harold is rare. Someone finally found this TV broadcast from some time in the 1950s, Harold being celebrated on This Is Your Life. He looks a little uncomfortable, would probably rather not have the attention, but goes along with it graciously. I love the instant when he looks into the camera. Same old seducer.
His wife Mildred Davis still carries that aura of glam. But what I love is the sweet way they embrace. Harold is much more of a toucher than I thought he'd be and often touches people's faces affectionately. His hug is enfolding and warm. You can't fake things like that, it can't be done. Though they certainly had their problems, it sure looks like they loved each other. If you watch his right hand very carefully as they embrace, you'll see the damage from the accident which he somehow managed to hide in plain sight. No one expected it to be there, so it wasn't.
For all his sweetness and charm, there was a lot of shrewd businessman in Harold. One can imagine him at those Shriners conventions, where the women were there for the having. And he had them, not innocently of course, though one gets the impression he was good to them, liked them. That was the way of Hollywood then, and is it any different now?
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Wednesday, September 10, 2014
No, not horrible at all
Just enjoying this on a day that is not horrible, no, not horrible at all. Not particularly good either, but then, why are my expectations so high anyway? Saw a poignant but disturbing retrospective of Robin Williams' career (not his life, his career only) on PBS last night, and was affected by it. Not by his talents, gifts, etc., but by the loyalty and insight of his friends. And at the end, Pam Dawber, looking not much older than in her innocent Mork and Mindy days, asking, "Why? . . . Why?", with one more distraught, disbelieving "why?".
It still bothers me that he hanged himself with a belt, it just does. One of the best-known, and blah blah blah. It means nothing, I know, but I guess I always wanted to make a name for myself somehow, and now I know it's not going to happen. Did it save me, after all?
So sometimes all you can do is listen to Mahler, and in spite of its long, pensive, sometimes dysphoric and grief-stricken third movement, this is probably his most buoyant and life-loving work. But he was only on the planet for 53 years or so, anyway, so needed to get his joy in as quick as he could.
As do we all? I'm not sure about that. They showed a scene in Good Will Hunting that scared the jesus out of me, where he grabs Matt Damon by the throat and says something like, "I will end you." His eyes are this glacier blue, ice and stone, not sweet or loveable at all, not even sane, barely human, almost reptilian. A killer, after all? He did kill someone, so he was capable of it.
Everyone else has moved on, I am sure. After all, nearly a month has gone by! And I didn't even know him. Didn't even know him at all.
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