Monday, June 14, 2021

My favorite PET

 

Forty years ago I would go to the public library and check out books on programming my Commodore PET computer.  I would copy the program into memory on my machine correcting all the typos until the program would run.  I would then study it making modifications to improve upon the program but mostly to make it my own. 


I would then save it off on cassette recorder using the odometer counter noting where one program ended and the next started, scribing these numbers on the label.



This was the first of many computers I would own in my life.  I have lugged this computer around for almost four decades even though it stopped working halfway through its life with me.  Even without working, it was impressive just to look at.  I was sure I would fix it or do something fun with it someday.

Then about a year ago I looked at it with purging eyes.  Most people’s advice was to keep it.  It was my first, there was even a very shabby circuit board addition that I made giving the system sound.  I tied an old car speaker to the inside.  Redneck can accessorize tech nicely.

But I’m not the nostalgic type at all, why was I keeping this paperweight?  Without hesitation I listed it on Ebay.  Each time someone made an offer I found a reason to say no.  After tiring of this dance, I reluctantly sold it to someone named Jeff from Florida.

Jeff not only gave it new life and got it working but he also hooked up the cassette recorder and downloaded a couple programs I left on it from the early 80’s.  When he told me he was doing this I got a flashback of a game I remembering fiddling with.  You controlled a cursor with a tail and gobbled up blocks on the screen, the more you got the longer the tail got.  I remember trying to fine tune the increasing speed and rate of growth.  This was the program that he sent me.




Who would have guessed some years later I would be part of the golden era of PC game making for a couple of decades.  I still even have some games selling on Steam that I help develop.

Thank you Jeff for bringing this all back to me.  Jeff is my new friend.  Jeff rocks!  He even shared part of his adventure in bringing my PET back to life.  https://youtu.be/7OtGxIW-hAA  I am very happy for the new life my old computer has and hope it continues to bring joy to this world.  I’m sure there are some words of wisdom about letting go and all that, but I’ll just leave it here for now…

 


 

Thursday, January 12, 2017

How We American Christians Got It So Wrong




It is rare to be presented with a genuine opportunity to do something about the question, “Who am I, why am I here?”  For many of us the answer to the latter is to serve a higher purpose.  So then the question becomes, “Whom are we to serve; ourselves, our family, our country, fellow Christians, mankind as a whole?”   From this list, who do we put first?  Those with the greatest need, right?

In our great nation there has been a call to arms.  “We need to stop getting ripped off.”  “We have to protect ourselves from evil people that want to kill us.”  “Our country is going to hell and we can’t even say Merry Christmas any more.”  We American Christians have been victimized and it’s time to fight back, to get our due, to serve up some righteous justice!  We need to protect ourselves from others! 

But how do we reconcile putting others first while giving them the slap down they deserve? 

We don’t.  Our complacency in allowing this country to primarily fear others rather than putting them first has created a national cowardice.  When I walk down the street carrying a sign, “REFUGEES seeking freedom, WELCOME” I’m far more likely to be heckled by the masses  than to be assisted, for pointing out that our blessings are meant to be shared. 

No… I am not suggesting that we blissfully put our heads in the nearest guillotine for some lunatic to chop off… who then will be stealing our job from our lifeless body?  We can do BOTH.  By allowing our faith to overcome our fear, we can be there for others AND retain our heads.

Arguably, we American Christians are the most influential group of the greatest nation.  We are called to be bold.  We are called to be a beacon of light for all.

Instead we seem to be acting like scared victims, rather than the most blessed people that the world has ever known.  We justify… we rationalize… we drop a few bills in the Salvation Army bucket.  When there is a life that could be saved, we will gladly pass on by because we are convinced someone else should be the Good Samaritan. 

We have traded in who we are supposed to BE, for more.  More winning, more pride, more sense of safety.  More of everything.  More on top of more … as if in America that’s what has been missing.

We have embraced a hoggishly pompous leader, one that works tirelessly to cloak our humanity with his vulgar selfishness.  I wish to proclaim that our Emperor has no clothes.  I may be childlike in my thinking, but continuing to ignore this contradiction is how we got it so sickeningly wrong. 

I know… God can do amazing things even with the most wicked Emperor.  So let’s promote self serving wickedness so he can redeem it later?  Really?  Are we really so arrogant as to decide for God who he should use and how.  Or is it more likely this justification has helped us swallow the restless feeling of passing on the other side of the street instead.

Who are we right now?


All Lives Matter. *some more than others



There is an impulse to trump the slogan Black Lives Matter with one stating All Lives Matter.  Seems rational, straight forward… almost sincere.  Almost.

What if I said Polish Lives Matter?  I suspect it wouldn’t get the same response.  How about Veterans’ Lives Matter?  If I was vigorously promoting for better mental health care for our veterans, who would shout me down?  No one would dare.  Certainly our leaders wouldn’t stand for it.

If a passionate group of pro-life advocates assembled to bring attention to their cause shouting Unborn Baby Lives Matter, I’m sure some people may be annoyed by the lively demostration.  However I can’t believe many would passionately retort with All Lives Matter!

Then why this quick reaction when presented with cries for justice for black lives?  Is it that the protestor’s are too loud, too obnoxious?  Too angry?  Should this matter?

So what is it that makes one life worth actively supporting and another not.  Does our reaction reveal a hierarchy of who’s lives really matter more.  Are Veterans above the Unborn?  They certainly seem to top Poles and Blacks? 

When there is a cry for help in the form of Their Life Matters, let’s read it as Their Life ALSO Matters.  This makes the correct response more instinctive.  Each life does matter, certainly to someone.  A response of All Lives Matter is insidiously sinister.  Stop for life’s sake.



Guns Rights Inside 2A


It is so easy to love guns.  So much potential life ending force, coiled and wrapped in cold metal. 

I grew up around guns.  At the end of any major celebration and certainly every wedding that I attended as a child, someone would pull out a handgun and let off a clip into the air to punctuate the joining of the happy couple.  At the conclusion some people might cheer but it was so common place, that unless you happened to unexpectedly be next to the gunman when it occurred, you didn’t really take much notice.

One summer afternoon in 1979 my parents dragged me to the wedding of a cousin.  As we were all waiting outside, an anxious groomsman exited the building and quickly shot up into the air.  Instead of  the blue sky above, his bullets slammed into a roof overhang.  Shouting ensued as well as a little laughter.  There were also some gasps as I looked over to see my mother holding her arm, blood running between her fingers. 

Gossip quickly erupted that people had been shot.  In reality a piece of splintered plaster had grazed my mother’s arm.  She put a napkin on it and the celebration continued.  Shortly thereafter, another groomsman shot off a few more rounds this time clearing any buildings, presumably to make up for the mishap and not bring any bad luck to the marriage.

Even when something like this happens or much worse, we still love guns.  We love pointing our fingers at something and making machine gun noises.  We love watching the raw destruction that flying projectiles make.  We love this so much that we had to invent Bullet Time, the artistic slow motion effect of encircling the blossoming chaos that ricocheting bullets make. This way we can enjoy the erupting destruction in excruciating detail.

Then there is the Second Amendment.  This is our right to assemble armies and to keep arms.  The second part was intended as a form of checks and balances.  The reason for it is to retard a government’s tendency towards excessive control over its people.

The Second Amendment (which likes to be called 2A) doesn’t care about hunting rights.  It doesn’t care about high capacity clips or reload rates.  It wants to make sure we the people have a deterrent and possible recourse over a government that has overstepped into our freedoms.

The ways in which a government might do this in 2017 are numerous and varied.  Our federal government has at its disposal an unprecedented arsenal of devastating force.  This could come in the form of overwhelming strength or covert razor sharp surgical accuracy.  Any citizen or group of citizens wishing to defend themselves from this force would need the logistics, resources and weaponry rivaling a first world nation.

Let’s now turn to the idea that the role of the 2A today is to ensure that we have ready access to automatic rifles so we can defend ourselves from a militarily aggressive government.  If it was possible to a group of USA military leaders to assume control, their tactics would surely come more from propaganda than outright assault.  If their threat assessment had you or I on the top of their list, even a top of the line assault rifle isn’t going to do much against a drone strike or cyber attack where our bank is drained, our records altered and evidence planted against us.

If we really believed that we are given the right to defend ourselves, then we should each have the right to modern tanks including ammunition, anti-aircraft ordinances and electronic countermeasure, surveillance equipment and state of the art decryption algorithms.

But it would be impossible to successfully argue that each citizen should have the right to bear these arms.  Instinctively we all know our neighbor should not be able to point a tank turret at our house.
Or use a shoulder launched rocket out of anger.  Or detonate an electronic pulse weapon inside our financial centers. 

The argument over the class of weapon a citizen has a right to is not a 2A issue.  The disservice that groups promoting gun rights have done to our 2A rights is incalculable.  We have focused ALL of our attention on beautiful shiny automatic weapons while the government has continued to encroach on our rights eroding access to our other rights.  If we freedom loving, peace seeking, flag waving citizens truly cared about the 2A, we would be turning our attention to accountability, transparency and the checks and balances envisioned for us so long ago.

But these things are not nearly as sexy as the solid recoil of a sleek Barret M82A1.  There isn’t the same romance of taking accountability from our cold dead fingers.

The truth is we love guns.  But in our desperate need for this love, we have both gravely neglected our true 2A rights and at the same time made toxic any attempts to give rational safety rights to both gun owners and victims of gun crimes. 


Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Whats not to like...

Fishing, hunting, jumping off large rocks... whats not to like in Montenegro for this boy?

Measure with a Micrometer

How wonderful they are.  2006, 2009, 2011, 2013