I’ve been invited to create content for element14, the community marketing arm of electronics distributor Newark as their long-time “face”, Mr. Benjamin Heckendorn is retiring from his eponymous electronics hacking show. I, along with several other very talented creators, will be producing content under the element14 Presents banner on occasion starting next month!
In addition to my contributions to the new show, I will be producing some behind-the-scenes and other derivative content in addition to my regular production content here and on YouTube, so expect to see more things posted more regularly on all my outlets!
author: Neal Boortz
average rating: 3.92
book published: 2007
read at: 2018/05/24
date added: 2018/05/24
Nationally syndicated radio talk show host Neal Boortz is here to stir up one last batch of puddin’ before retiring. Boortz’s conversational style and descents into political incorrectness entertain as well as infuriate within the span of a few sentences and is reminiscent of that one uncle that we all have–the one that so often gets mocked or mentioned with derision when having to confront at holiday gatherings. Personally, I enjoy the challenges that Boortz brings in his characteristic tone–there is a reason he is hated by conservative and liberal alike–and he ends his illustrious career on a high note. In this tome–equal parts political punditry and memoir–Boortz pulls no punches, explains the subtleties of his often complex political positions, and explains how he managed to get away with throwing cats out of airplanes.
No matter which side of the political spectrum you sit on, Boortz is always a fun listen or read. There’s always a surprise waiting somewhere in the middle of a Boortz rant, and you’re guaranteed to be insulted!
author: Diane Carey
average rating: 3.86
book published: 1992
read at: 2018/05/21
date added: 2018/05/21
As a coming-of-age tale of a legendary starship captain, Carey’s Best Destiny is as much a product of its era as it is a generic sci-fi romp through an established universe. The novel itself is full of tired Gen-X tropes such as the rebellious teen, the lingering absent father issues, and the “this could be you” antagonist, but despite this, Best Destiny still a fun adventure tale worthy of an episode of Star Trek (if Wesley Crusher were written as a maladjusted adolescent rather than a spit-and-polish nerd in TNG, he could have easily stood in the Jimmy Kirk role on a Very Special Episode).
The action is tight and the “Treknobabble” is everything the early 90s would have you expect it to be, so pick it up if you want to kill a rainy afternoon.
I don’t think we give that gift anymore (the gift of silence). I’m very concerned that our society is much more interested in information than wonder. In noise, rather than silence…how do we encourage reflection? Oh my, this is a noisy world.
author: Hannah Arendt
average rating: 4.26
book published: 1951
read at: 2018/05/16
date added: 2018/05/16
Though it reads like the driest of textbooks, Hannah Arendt’s exploration of the philosophy, the psychology, and the rise of totalitarianism in the early 20th century is a fascinating tome. Arendt weaves an exhaustive history of antisemitism dating back to the Middle Ages with the evolution of European nation states through the renaissance and modern eras to paint a complete picture of the worldview and political environments that allowed Adolf Hitler and Joseph Stalin to not only rise to power, but seize complete control over the hearts and minds of their respective populations. Arendt ends her book with cautionary words that ring ever more prescient in the 21st century “post-fact” era.
Since I was a kid–whether it was the influence of TV shows like “CHiP’s” and Saved By The Bell, Silicon Valley’s tech scene, or bands like The Beach Boys and nearly every 3rd-wave ska group from Orange County–I’ve had a romantic infatuation with the Golden State. Apparently, I’m not alone. In fact, since the 1850s, Americans (and foreigners, alike) have looked at the West Coast with a pioneer spirit. After visiting Los Angeles for the first time in 2008, I made it my mission to eventually move here. For me, “Go west, young man, and seek your fortune” was more than a historical metaphor, it was an imperative–a directive. This classic by The Mamas and The Papas (and covered innumerable times since its original recording) serves as a metaphor for my own young adult life: The literal grey skies and the brown leaves of a Georgia winter or the more metaphorical condition of my life in my mid-20s.
The de facto theme song of one of the most influential films of my childhood.
I think every member of the VHS generation has that one video that they watched over and over. For my sister, it was Forrest Gump (yes, I could probably recite the entire film from memory, thanks, Sis!). For me, though, it was Zemeckis’s 1985 masterpiece, Back To The Future with Huey Lewis’s synthesizer-charged soundtrack that defined my idea of what rock and roll should be!
Life is short. Childhood is shorter. Spend it well.
My early childhood, like so many of my contemporaries, was one spent often in the care of grandparents while my parents both worked to maintain the household. My dad, especially, often worked 2-3 factory-type jobs to help make ends meet. His grueling work schedule, mostly overnights, meant that I really only saw him awake on weekends–those precious couple of days where we would drive into Marietta to pick up his paycheque and have lunch at Taco Bell still stand out as defining moments of my young life at the time.
This song is difficult to listen to for me even today as I find so much of my own life in the lyrics. While my dad wasn’t a traveling musician with “planes to catch”, there were many “bills to pay” and working overnights in a plastics factory was one of the best unskilled occupations in the Atlanta area in the 80s. In the 90s, it was fueling diesel trucks supplementing 24-hour shifts on an ambulance supplementing 24-hour shifts at the fire department. Sometimes I wouldn’t see my dad for days at a time while he worked consecutive jobs. I don’t blame him for this work; our lives–like so many others during that era–were financed through debt. I made the most of it, though, and my friends will oft remember so many afternoons and overnights at “The Yellow House”. When my domestic family fell apart in the 90s (brought on by many factors, but mostly by financial disputes, I’m certain), my friends were there to fill in the gaps. My dad and I had many falling-outs in my later teen years, and just before moving to college, I quietly moved out of the house and didn’t talk to him for months.
We have since, of course, reconciled. Today, those days are long passed and we enjoy a healthy relationship. Dad is nearing retirement (something I’m not sure how he’ll deal with, honestly, as he still manages to work 2 jobs, though he does take more holidays), and I live on the other side of the continent, but we do manage to keep in touch and visit about once a year. That bittersweet ending to the song punctuating a story that continues to this day.
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