The long-distant commute is an extended social experiment.Although some of the people on the bus know each other—from overheard conversations while in line it’s clear that many of these commuters go to New York daily—they want to sit alone.The idea behind a bus, short for omnibus (Latin, “for all”), is essential equality.When I commuted daily from central New Jersey, I was a passenger from the originating city on the route.By the time New Jersey Transit buses got to New York it was rare for a seat to be empty.Now I take TransBridge, a bus line that operates out of Bethlehem.The buses are much nicer, but I’m no longer from the originating town.By the time the bus arrives at 4:30 a.m., it’s already half-full.(Half-empty if you’re an optimist.)That’s not a problem, of course, but the way people claim territory is.
Typically those who get on at the initial stop sit in the aisle seat, place their bag in the window seat, and do their best to fall asleep before reaching my stop, which is only 15 minutes away.When you go to get on, in other words, there are almost no seats and the happy, dreaming commuter knows you don’t want to wake him or her to get them to move their bag and let you in.Like most people I’d like to have two seats to myself—who wouldn’t?But the fact is the bus will be full and these people who do this every day should know that.But still they try to block others out.As a social experiment, it is worth some consideration.If you put your bag in the aisle seat it’s easier to accommodate the person who’ll inevitably sit next to you.But this is Trump’s America—everyone for himself.
I’m a fairly quiet person, and I don’t want to disturb anyone’s slumber.Many people not only sprawl out like they’re in bed at home, but they wear dark glasses and headphones so that you have to nudge them to get their attention.Then they act as if you’ve insulted them.Or they’re doing you a favor by letting you sit in “their” seat.I suspect the fact is that none of us wants to have to go so far to work.And I know that sitting next to a stranger can be less than ideal.When I buy my ticket, however, I know that I’m opting for an omnibus, and those who do so should be clear on the concept before handing over their money.Or maybe I’m just dreaming.
Those pyramids sure are sturdy.The other day I was reading something from a biblical literalist that was discussing the pyramids.The great pyramid of Khufu and its companions in Giza were built between about 2590 and 2505 BCE.They’ve been around a long time.Somewhat later this author casually mentioned Noah’s flood.It had never occurred to me before, but since Archbishop Ussher dated the creation of the world at 4004 (and so it appears in the Scofield Reference Bible), the flood took place in 2348 BCE.Now this flood was so catastrophic that it carved out the Grand Canyon and buried all those dinosaur bones that would eventually become fossils.It was more than a little inconvenient, and terribly disruptive.Except the pyramids had been around for well over a hundred years by that point.It’s a wonder they weren’t harmed.
Such inconsistencies populate much of literalist literature.When the Bible is the full measure of science and history and all human knowledge, there’s bound to be some issues, given that it was written at a specific time and place.You see, the pyramids aren’t even held together with mortar.These are loose stones we’re talking about, under great pressure.The “Bent Pyramid,” at Dahshur, changed its angle at half-way up.A physicist calculated that if they’d continued at the original angle, the weight of all that stone would’ve caused it to act like liquid, flowing like water.Best repent and rethink your plan.But these monuments were built to withstand world-wide floods!And the mummies weren’t even mildewed.If only Jericho’s walls had been so well built.
Maybe that’s why so many modern myths about the pyramids developed.This sacred shape somewhere between a square and a triangle is said to have unusual properties.I’ve read that if you put a dull razor (whatever that is) underneath a pyramid shape when you go to bed at night you’ll awaken to find it sharpened.Made of wire, that shape on your head will not only prevent aliens from reading your thoughts, but will boost the power of your psyche as well.The funny thing about the Bible is that it never mentions the pyramids at all.Joseph spent a bit of time there and his descendants stayed for centuries.Nobody bothered to note those wonders of the ancient world.Since we’re literalists, though, that gives us a way out.If the Bible doesn’t mention the pyramids they might not exist at all.Problem solved.
As we slide beneath the hegemony of technology, I’m impressed by the redefinition of vocabulary it demands.Because new printing technologies assume, for example, that the XML (one of the many mark-up languages) is primary, directional references in texts are inadequate.An example might help.If you’re a human being reading a book, and the author has discussed something a few pages ago, s/he might write “see above.”Now, it’s not literally above in the sense of being higher up on the same page (but it may be considered literally if the book is closed. And lying face up).The pages you already read are above those where you left the bookmark.I remember the first time I encountered this language; having been raised a literalist (and a naive realist) my eye hovered over the header and I wondered about the accuracy of “see above” or “see below.”The terminology soon became second nature, however, and I knew it wasn’t a literal reference.
In the days of XML (“eXtensible Markup Language,” therefore literally EML), the sense of play is now gone from writing.I’ve heard editors explain to authors that, in an ebook there is no above or below because there are no pages.A time-honored metaphor has been sacrificed on the altar of a tech that sees the world in black-and-white.You can’t point vaguely in the direction from which you’ve just come and say “it’s back there somewhere.”I sense, given all of this, that most copyeditors haven’t written a non-fiction book (for this is mostly an academic affectation).As a human being writing, you get into the flow and you don’t think, “Ah, I mentioned that in paragraph 2749; I’d better say it’s there.”And the reason you need to know the paragraph number is so the ebook can have a hyperlink.The argument itself suffers for XML precision.
As someone who writes both fiction and non, I am bound to look at this from the viewpoint of a human author.I’ve been known to paint and make sketches on occasion.All of these forms of expression have flow in common.At least when they’re good they do. If you want to stop a project cold, just say “Hey, I’m writing!” and watch yourself drop like a cartoon character who’s run off a cliff and just realized it.I’m sorry, I can’t point you to exact where that’s happened.It’s in many vague recollections of many cartoons I watched as a child.If the technomasters aren’t watching I’ll just say, “see above.”
Time, especially weekend time, is a non-renewable resource.Since I barely have enough time as it is, I do my best not to squander it.Yesterday we had to visit our local Target—we don’t buy at WalMart because there’s an ethics even to shopping these days.When we got inside it was obvious that a lot of people had the same idea.I’d never seen Target so crowded, and I’ve been in one on a Christmas Eve.We had only a small basket of purchases, so before long we headed for the checkout and saw an enormous line.Not being afraid of tech, we went toward the self-checkout and found that line long as well.Long and not moving.
Soon it became clear that all the registers were down.Store employees were handing out free bottled water and snacks, like airports used to do with cancelled flights.We were in for a good long wait.When we finally reached the register, which had started to come back online, the manager was helping those trying self-checkout.Since the system was still not really functioning, you could check out one item at a time—after several tries, each time requiring the manager to enter his pass-code—and pay for it and restart the process for the next item.We asked about the outage.He said it was global, all Target stores were down.“You’ll have a story to tell,” he said.My mind was actually going toward technology and its limitations.How much we rely on it.Without tech this blog would not be.A lot of famous people would be unknown.How would we find our way from point A to point B?Or look up a phone number?
The internet is beguiling in its ubiquity.We use it almost constantly and it’s always there for us.So we’ve come to believe.In addition to spreading the tissue of lies that is the Trump administration’s agenda of using post-truth as a means of power, it must be supported by a whole host of experts—those 45 routinely dismisses as irrelevant.Clouds were gathering outside, and I had a lawn yet to mow before the day was out.Indeed, my wife and I had intended this to be a quick trip because weekends and sunshine are a rare mix.As we bagged our six items and thanked the manager, we could see the line still snaking the length of the store.Had we more time we might’ve come back another day.Instead, we had briefly fallen victim to something that an old-time punch register might’ve solved. And a time when the pace of life itself was just a bit slower.
My current book project has me watching The Creature of the Black Lagoon again.One of the Universal monsters—indeed, arguably the last of them—the Gill-man fascinated me as a child.There was a strange contradiction here.The creature had evolved in the Devonian Era and remained unchanged into the 1950s.But the movie opens with a voiceover of Genesis 1.1.There’s a mixed message here, appropriate for scriptural monsters.Watching the film again brought back many of the innocent perceptions of youth, as well as the trajectory of my own life.I don’t often get to the theater to see horror movies anymore, but at the same time the Universal monsters aren’t quite the same thing as modern horror.As a genre it had to evolve.
Strangely, as a fundamentalist child, the evolution aspect didn’t bother me.I was after the monster, you see.The backstory was less important.Growing up, at least in my experience, means that the backstory becomes more essential.It has to hold together.There are, of course, inaccuracies in the story—many of them, in fact.Still, within the first three minutes Genesis and evolution are thrown together in a happy harmony that belied what I was being taught at church.The Gill-man is a monster mainly for being a creature out of time.When modern humans invade his lair, he defends his territory.The story might’ve ended there, had he not spied Kay.He doesn’t so much want to kill her as get to know her better.For a movie posthumously rated G, it has a body count.Five men die but the Gill-man apparently just wants to evolve.
There’s been a recent resurgence of interest in Creature from the Black Lagoon with both the publication of The Lady from the Black Lagoon and the death of Julie Adams this year.The Gill-man seldom shows up in the same billing with Dracula or Frankenstein’s monster, or the Wolf-man.He’s a bit more inaccessible in his watery abode.Both cold and hot-blooded, he represents how science and Scripture might get along, at least on the silver screen.The film holds up remarkably well, if a modern viewer can handle the pacing.Underwater filming was pretty new back in the day, and watching humans swim in many ways suggests the truth of evolution in its own right.These aren’t the childhood observations of the movie, but rather the reflections of a guy wondering if there might not be some hidden wisdom in the monsters of yesteryear.
Maybe you’re anticipating it too.Annabelle Comes Home, I mean.My latest book, Nightmares with the Bible, has a chapter on The Conjuring universe, and with the recent death of Lorraine Warren I’ve been working on another piece trying to fit this whole puzzle together.“What puzzle?” did I hear you ask?The puzzle, I answer, between what really happened in the Ed and Lorraine Warren investigations.You see, the paranormal is one of those things we’ve been taught to laugh at, and we’re told that people who “see things” are dweebish kinds of gnomes that don’t see the light of the sun enough.Reality television has brought some of these ideas into vogue, what with ordinary people gathering “scientific” evidence of ghosts and the rest of us scratch our heads while hoaxes are revealed on the B reel.But still, Annabelle lives.
It has also been announced that The Conjuring 3 is in development.For some of us—and I’m well aware that movie-making is an industry and that profit is its goal—the question of what’s real can be as haunting as any ghost.You see, I buy into the scientific method, as far as it goes.That caveat is necessary, however, since science is neither able to nor interested in assessing all the strange things people see.Our senses can be fooled, and a great many people haven’t developed the critical ability to scrutinize their own observations skeptically.Skepticism itself, however, need not become orthodoxy.It’s like any other tool in our mental box—each has its own purpose.A car engine is dismantled in order to rebuild it in working order.And there may be a ghost in the machine.
That’s what gets me about this whole Conjuring thing, and beyond that the contested livelihood of the Warrens.There may be such a thing as mass hysteria (the current state of the US government can hardly be explained any other way), but the Perron haunting that was the subject of the first film provides, I think, a good test case.A family of seven living in a house where they experienced things not only collectively and individually but also in different combinations would seem to be a place where multiple angles could be used.According to Andrea Perron’s written account, the Warrens’ investigation never really took off there.That didn’t prevent a very successful movie franchise from being launched, loosely based on their story.And getting at the truth is never as simple as buying your ticket online and waiting for the show to begin.
Dystopias are among my favorite kinds of literature.Things tend to go wrong in human society, and although we’ve made great progress over the past couple of centuries, in many ways we’ve set ourselves back.Dystopias are searching, thoughtful ways of addressing that slippage and they warn us of what me might become.(Especially if Republicans remain in power.)Lois Lowry’s The Giver is young adult literature, but I’ve been curious about it for some time.Set in an undefined time and place, a highly structured society exists where things seldom go wrong.There are no animals and people take pills to eliminate “stirrings” so that sex won’t complicate relationships.Families are constructed by algorithm and children are assigned from a pool so they will match expectations.In order to continue this bland lifestyle, memories have to be repressed in the person of the Receiver—the keeper of communal memories.
At first things seem pleasant enough.Life, however, lacks color and music.It lacks emotional engagement.Those who, in real life, idealize the 1950s as before the madness of the sixties began, have trouble conceiving of how societies go wrong.The dilemma is that no society is perfect and as time goes on we look for improvements.For a very long time in American history, for example, nobody had bosses.The majority of people were independent farmers.They prospered by luck and hard work, but they worked for no one but themselves.Now we mostly work for bosses who have bosses who have bosses in some kind of endless regression of power.Our ability to change things is quite limited, even in professional positions.Is this better than the uncertainty of farming?With all the rain this year it might seem so. Of such things dystopias are made.
The Giver follows a protagonist, Jonas, who when he becomes twelve is assigned to become the new Receiver.As he gains memories of how things used to be, he’s fascinated.Learning his society’s darkest secret, however, spurs him to try to make a change. A lot of questions remain at the end. (The novel is part of a series, as most young adult fiction tends to be, but it can be read as a stand-alone story.)Those of us who’ve been around the block a time or two might be able to guess where this is going, but for younger readers to be introduced into the way of human problem solving this is a gloves-off approach.Those accustomed to dystopias will find themselves in familiar territory.As will those who live under Republican regimes.