Planetary Drive-by on a Billion-Year Road Trip

Tesla in space

When I was six years old on July 20, 1969, I was on my grandfather’s yacht on the Niagara River in Buffalo, New York. On that day the adults around me were displaying such excitement that it left an indelible impression on me; they were celebrating that Apollo 11 had delivered Neil Armstrong for a walk on the moon. We were gathered around a small black & white TV on the rear deck and someone made sure to tell me to pay attention because this was the first time anyone had ever walked on the moon.

Almost 50 years later I’m watching as an entrepreneur named Elon Musk born in South Africa launches one of his electric cars into space from Florida. Today is the first time in my life that I’ve been witness to seeing the reflection of our planet on the windshield of a car. All of this was done while the David Bowie song “Starman” played accompaniment to a journey that will see this extraordinary new kind of satellite travel in orbit around our sun on a billion-year road trip.

I’m overwhelmed with emotion and dumbstruck at the magnitude of the rare individual’s ability to do the seemingly impossible and to be dignified and elegant about it too.

Recalcitrance to Change – TimefireVR

Road Closed Sign During Winter in Yellowstone National Park

Recalcitrance to change and the desire to return to some idyllic time that, in truth, never existed outside of one’s perception is, in my opinion, a recipe for disaster. Fear is likely the driving mechanism behind opposition to change. With change comes the potential to find one’s self on the wrong side of adaptability and yet everyone is changing all the time. After a long stagnation period where the intellectual rigor that should have been applied to one’s life is recognized as having been deeply neglected, the individual empowered by groupthink is likely becoming self-aware at a subconscious level of their disadvantage. Rather than push forward with the intention to do better, they find themselves joining the populist opinion that they are not wrong but instead, find blame in those ready to greet the uncertain future with gusto.

This type of thinking is a waking nightmare encouraging a population to march toward disintegration. History has witnessed previous epochs where the tide was moving to shift a people forward, but those in power were fearing being left behind. So they grab hold of that negative mindset and harness it to bring others into a false knowledge that their way of life is about to be destroyed. Too many join in the fear of those who are stealing their comfort and confidence.

Today, that fear is represented by the very thing that has brought us out of the stone age and is catapulting us out of the industrial age: technological progress. The Enlightenment opened the doors of technological creative processes that enabled humanity to discover and gaze upon the infinitesimally small found in the world of molecules and particles to the phenomenally large as represented by the scope of the universe and breadth of time.

Instead of strong leadership trying to guide those getting lost in fear and continued ignorance, many in those trusted positions are pandering to them, allowing too many to remain passive in a sidelined role. Might this be the more desirable outcome? Could the powers that be understand that there is no hope for those who have already deeply habituated intellectual lethargy where their stasis may as well be a 100-ton iron weight anchoring them to their own ignorance? Is the road ahead truly closed for those who fear the future?

What of those who embrace change but now fear that governments and societies are endangering progress by this acceptance of a status quo? Do these anti-change forces who would like to see a reversal of globalism endanger everyone’s future? Once the image was captured of our blue planet floating in the void and was witnessed by humanity, many realized that all that matters and all those we shall know to share the same little orbiting rock, and we’d better learn to get along. That unspoken acknowledgment of being of the same species in a shared space has delivered global commerce, communication, and awareness of an environment that must support all of us.

The physical environment is only part of the equation that includes our intellectual environment as well. We are in a symbiotic relationship not only with one another but with the sky, land, water, and the rest of life surrounding our existence. We evolved to this point in our journey from that well-balanced symbiosis with nature and our learning how to adapt to changing conditions. Normally, though the conditions required us to primarily employ our instinctual and physical strengths, today, it is largely intellectual. We now need to muster the mental strength to see our way through the cognitive morass of our own making.

The path we’ve taken started accelerating during the past 300 years through the relationship afforded by the cooperation of economic and political systems, enabling science to make strides that have brought us to this point in our technological modernity. At every step, we have encountered hurdles and branches that each generation had to negotiate. At this juncture where we are beginning to evaluate our own role in an automated environment that may free us from manual labor, we must start asking ourselves and our leadership what our continued role might entail when a robot or an A.I. is performing our job.

I, for one, do not see a dystopian future because where politics, economics, and science laid a foundation, I believe we are at the precipice where a safety net called creativity, as defined by our work in the arts, is ripe to harness this foundation and use it as a springboard into the next stage of human activity.

To be creative is to open oneself to embarrassment and failure as defined by those who have gone before us where fame and fortune eluded them. Often, though, this perception of failure was due to the circumstances of the age where a population wasn’t ready to assimilate the creative message being offered. Also in previous times, the tools were considered the domain of those who could afford them and who had the idle time to explore their uses before finding mastery and a benefactor who could support their ambitions.

Today, we have digital tools that offer us infinite canvas space, endless paint supplies, the sound of every instrument ever created, and millions more that are yet to exist. Cameras embedded in our phones, along with the internet, allow anyone to be a broadcaster. We are learning what influencers are all about. Video games are becoming a professional sport, with millions watching the streaming events on a myriad of devices. Our books, too, are delivered electronically, and images are attached to memes that will never let us forget the grumpy cat. A good majority of our commerce is already transacted online; it will be a small step to visit off-world alien malls constructed in virtual reality.

What if all of this is just the tip of the iceberg? How will technologies such as continued miniaturization leading to more power-efficient portable tools, virtual and augmented reality, and the greater reach of communication combined with the convenience of blockchain-enabled services impact our individual ability to attract our own audience and provide us with purpose when the traditional workforce is rapidly changing?

From here we must ask ourselves how will our social contract evolve following this transition from passive consumption and purpose defined by our jobs to active participation and the rewarding of our creative abilities. How do we start this conversation and bootstrap these emerging industries should it, in fact, be a course of travel we recognize as being one of our more viable paths at this crossroads in the human journey?

Teetering

Dry Frog on the Accordion

Are we teetering into madness?

Has the television warped our better senses to such a degree that some among us are falling into an alternative reality based on what we’ve been watching?

In an age where complex, technologically driven systems are driving our economies, are we witnessing the division of society between those flexible enough for adaptability and those unable to shift paradigms?

We appear to be gyrating through a convulsion wrought out of a full-on societal, cultural shift that is happening so fast that a large part of our population is failing to negotiate the hard turn.

When the fear of an uncertain future threatens traditions, customs, and the ways of life of the people feeling most affected by their perception of being displaced, might they begin to wage war to push back upon those who are seen as the agents of change?

The solutions found in the compromises that end cultural conflicts are usually that the aggressor will be contained and marginalized, as in time, they must cede control from the push of modernity and change. So, what is the role of a populace to assuage the fears of those becoming irrelevant in order to avoid the transgressions of war?

The voices that appear and take a stance against those trying to exercise outdated power have traditionally been silenced through means of violence. How in an age of mass media dispersed as it is, does the activist find a voice or platform that will ask that faction of humanity stuck in outmoded traditions and beliefs to understand the need to step down for the sake of our planet and future generations when they believe they are protecting an ideal?

Art has been used to seduce and provoke. It works to educate and cast light onto issues. Art in its varied forms entertains us, tells us stories, shows us the world around us, makes us dance, and informs us through the skillful verbal eloquence crafted by a masterful articulation brought by our varied languages. Art is at the core of the human experience. Ask any mathematician about the art of numbers or a physicist about the art of the universe. Inquire of a geologist if there is an art to be found in the composition of our Earth. If art plays such a central but often invisible role in many of the facets of our daily lives, how do we negotiate and offer the message of change as a necessity that appeals to the consciousness of that person stuck in an age that is quickly passing?

Murmuration

Starling murmuration in the Arizona desert

Caroline nor I had ever seen a starling murmuration in person before, that is before our otherwise uneventful drive home from Monterey, California. We were about 40 miles into Arizona when I spotted the moving dark cloud and lucky for us there was an off-ramp that allowed us to gain a better vantage point. We watched them for about 20 minutes until they began to settle down.

Starling murmuration in the Arizona desert

We’ve passed through this area of Interstate 10 maybe a hundred or more times and never in all of those travels had we seen such a sight. A perfect ending to a perfect week-long getaway.

The Aquarium

Sunrise from Pacific Grove, California

This is the first view in the morning that we are greeted with when leaving our motel at Lovers Point Inn. The colors may change but the ocean behind these coastal cypresses is always glorious as is the rocky shore that is just out of sight. We’d dreamt of staying here for years but considering how close it is to the ocean we wrongly assumed it would be too expensive. Seeing that the price was incredibly affordable we made this our base of operation for the six nights we’d planned to dwell on this part of the coast.

Sea otter at Monterey Bay Aquarium

While hundreds of us wait to enter the Monterey Bay Aquarium two sea otters seem just as curious to see us as we are to see them. This is our first visit to the aquarium in five years and the 25th anniversary of our first visit – we still have the matching keychain trinkets we bought back then that we carry to this day.

The Variable Oystercatcher shore bird at Monterey Bay Aquarium

Our first stop took us through the Aviary on our way to the Sandy Shore exhibit. This is the variable oystercatcher that I can’t say I remember seeing at the sea. Maybe the loud squawking of the gulls demands too much of our attention although the snowy plovers never fail to garner our interest as they flitter with lightning speed darting to and fro with the crashing surf. Over at the Sandy Shore exhibit, we spent a good amount of time petting bat rays, a sea cucumber, and a rock-hard chiton.

School of sardines at the Monterey Bay Aquarium

Anchovies by the thousand. The silver shimmer of these little fish is mesmerizing as they move like a school through one of our favorite exhibits. During the previous 25 years visiting the Monterey Bay Aquarium we at times been season pass members, did a behind-the-scenes tour, and went sailing on a research vessel sponsored by the aquarium. Caroline has often tuned into their live cams and goes to sleep frequently wearing her t-shirt “Whales are for lookin’, not for cookin’.” Monterey was Caroline’s first encounter with the Pacific 25 years ago on her first visit to the United States after we landed in San Francisco. It was also here in Monterey that 12 years ago on another December visit, we sent off our request to Hawaii for tickets to watch the 43rd Annual Merrie Monarch Festival; our request was granted on Valentine’s Day the following year. Then 20 years ago in 1997 my mother-in-law on her first visit to the United States also visited Monterey with us. Lots of great memories exist here for Caroline and me, just as many as there are anchovies in this tank.

A Giant Sea Bass at the Monterey Bay Aquarium

Speaking of my mother-in-law this is a giant sea bass, just kidding. I truly do enjoy my mother-in-law’s company as her enthusiasm and ability to find true enjoyment in the little things makes her “mostly” a joy to be around. Her being German and having grown up during World War II made her nearly as serious and unflinching as this sea bass, but that’s where the similarities end. Jutta has visited us 10 times here in the States accumulating over 400 days of seeing our country. There’s a good likelihood that this old fish (the one in the photo) has been hanging out here in the aquarium since my mother-in-law’s first visit, but it appears that the first giant sea bass to join the program here was back in 1994 or two years after Caroline’s first visit.

Sardines at the Monterey Bay Aquarium

Sardines are found in a massive school at the Outer Bay exhibit where they share a tank with some bluefin tuna, dolphin fish, a couple of sea turtles, and a couple of sunfish. We had to be at this tank at 11:00 for the feeding as they tend to be thrilling examples of these fish doing things we don’t typically get to witness. When you visit the aquarium you are offered a schedule of events, I’d highly recommend you take a copy.

An Albatross at the Monterey Bay Aquarium

This is Makana the Laysan Albatross. She’s a permanently disabled bird from the Midway Atoll where she was rescued. At 1:30 she was on stage at the Kelp Forest exhibit (again there’s that schedule of events you don’t want to miss out on) with her handler and a docent who told us of Makana’s story and that of the albatross in general. While her handler was feeding her we got to hear the call of the Albatross which is a beautiful sound, though maybe a bit ear-piercing. At the end of the presentation, we were able to approach the albatross while remaining about 5 feet away from her, this was the closest encounter Caroline or I have ever had with this majestic bird. It’s difficult to not recognize that this bird has influenced airplane design, as a matter of fact, I’ll use this space here to remind myself to someday read Janine Benyus’ book, “Biomimicry: Innovation Inspired by Nature.

Sand dollars at the Monterey Bay Aquarium

I just learned that the good old sand dollar is a type of sea urchin, who knew? While not my favorite display Caroline never fails to be enchanted by taking a long pause at this tank and watching these creatures as they move slower than sloths, but they do indeed move.

Jellyfish at the Monterey Bay Aquarium

Jellyfish must have been the creation of a colorblind god on LSD, as their psychedelic characteristics likely play a role in why the jellies’ exhibit is always packed. What would make jellyfish even more amazing would be if they were multi-hued, though visitors would never leave while tripping out staring at the gelatinous blobs of floaty strings, transparent flesh, and the neon-bright glowing ripple stuff. With California about to legalize recreational marijuana in the next week, I wonder if this kind of exhibit will only grow in popularity.

The Cuttlefish at the Monterey Bay Aquarium

This is a cuttlefish – NOT a cuddlefish! If the aquarium were to collect a dollar each time a visitor jokes about the cuddle fish they could probably stop demanding a paid entry. These psychedelic aliens are lumped into the same area as their hallucinogenic brethren, the jellyfish. Hmmm, I wonder if anyone has ever tried making a jellyfish salad with grilled butterfish and peanut worm fish for a kind of peanut butter and jellyfish meal? Great now I’m thinking about grilled cuttlefish while simultaneously being repulsed by the thought due to how pretty and cuddly-looking these cuttlefish are.

Caroline Wise standing in front of a Jellyfish display at the Monterey Bay Aquarium

Caroline Wise standing in silhouette watching the jellyfish float through their liquidy space. I think she might be on drugs.

The Jellyfish at the Monterey Bay Aquarium

Caroline pointed out that this jellyfish in particular had made a telepathic connection to her and commanded her to call me out for the bullshit that I write on my blog and stop the nonsense. So the god of LSD stuff above was probably fake news and also my Charlton Heston references from the other blog entry. I call it creative license or “running out of meaningful stuff to write.”

Dinner at the Monterey Fish House

Seems almost ironic after all this fish appreciation that we’d go from ideas of conservation and protection to chowing down on their carcasses, huh? Well, that’s the way it is. We tried getting a reservation at the Monterey Fish House for one of the days before we visited the aquarium, but this place is super popular and was booked solid. Rightfully so too as the food is impeccable. Guy Fieri got this one right on his visit and with that come long waits, even with a reservation. We waited for about 45 minutes past our reservation for a table, but after tasting our dinner we knew why. I opted for the Sicilian Holiday Pasta which is effectively cioppino served atop pasta while Caroline ordered one of the specials constructed of seafood, grilled artichoke hearts, and pasta served on homemade linguine. Next time we make our reservation early for a dinner around 5:00 so we can get a table right when they open, though they are open for lunch too! It’s that good.