I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today...
It's nice up here. No one around. Just me and Astro-cat.
I thought I'd drop in with a few words before I lose radio contact. Things are okay. Take-off on New Year's Day was a bit turbulent. But once I shook off the earth's gravitational pull, things began to feel better.
Day 13 without any form of mind-altering substances - except caffeine. At last, I'm beginning to get some clarity. I'm between planets job-wise - but I can see the light of the new one, twinkling in the near-distance ahead.
I went for a little space-walk yesterday, and what did I happen to see floating by? A DVD, long-lost from someone else's ship. It was one I'd been meaning to watch for many years, too, but never had. So I went back in and settled down with it...
The Hurricane stars Denzel Washington - my all-time favourite actor. It's based on the life of Rubin 'The Hurricane' Carter, the black American-Canadian middle-weight boxer who was wrongly-convicted in the '60s of a triple homicide and sentenced to three life sentences. The original trial was a travesty of justice, blighted by racial prejudice and police corruption. Many knew of his innocence, but said nothing, or told lies. It was a cause célèbre at the time. Prominent people fought his corner over the injustice. Muhammad Ali. Ellen Burstyn. Bob Dylan wrote a famous song, Hurricane, about the case. Rubin took on a different fight in prison. Knowing himself to be innocent, he refused to wear prison clothes, to take jobs, to eat with other prisoners. At night, he stayed awake in thought while the others slept. He kept to his cell. He took up reading, absorbing the classics of literature - especially the literature of struggle. W E DuBois. Frederick Douglass. Richard Wright. James Baldwin. Booker T Washington. He read Zola, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy. He read spiritual works, too - including Jiddu Krishnamurti's The Awakening of Intelligence. He had an awakening of his own. He found a sense of stoicism and a certain peace that enabled him to bear his incarceration. He 'escaped' his physical prison through the medium of his mind. He wrote his autobiography, too, on a manual typewriter he had in his cell. The Sixteenth Round was published in 1975 and remains in print. He served almost 20 years before the sentence was finally overturned in 1985, following the disclosure of fresh evidence that proved the corruption. Upon his release, he devoted himself to the cause of the wrongly-convicted. In 1993, he was awarded an honorary championship title belt from the World Boxing Council. It's an uplifting film. A timeless story of courage in adversity, and eventual triumph against the odds. A story of survival, and of hope. The moral is clear and simple: when you know truth is on your side, don't give up the fight for it. Persevere. A worthwhile thing for me to bear in mind right now.
I'm 60 in May. The last two decades haven't been the easiest. But they've enabled me to find out many things about myself - not least of which has been the secret I've had inside me all of my life without even knowing about it myself until 4 years ago. My autism. Since that diagnosis, I've had an ambivalent attitude to it. Mostly I've seen it as my gift. Other times, such as more recently, I've seen it as my burden.
I'm back to seeing it as my gift. Maybe the changes that have happened recently have enabled me to see the light in it. I'll try my best to keep it shining now. I want to get back to doing some writing, which I've been putting off for far too long. Some reading, too. I want to see what other secrets I can discover.
A new decade of my life. A new job. And maybe a new insight.
Here am I floating in my tin can
Far above the world.
Planet Earth is blue
And I've so much left to do...
Farewell for now, my friends. Go well on your own trips. And thank you for your support and friendship.
I went on a sci fi DVD bender last week. Christmas and New year TV was disappointing so back to my DVD collections.
I watched the entire two seasons of Buck Rogers in the 25th century. ( From 1979 & 1981).
What a load of bollocks.
The acting, the dialogue, the storylines all sucked.
It was so bad it was good.
I love that Buck Rogers in the 25th Century - cheesy plots, well-stacked girls in tiny shiny outfits, Wilma Dearing - it's Baywatch in Space!
“.plastic said “well-stacked girls in tiny shiny outfits,
Really ? Disgraceful and derogatory,,,grow up and be respectful, do not objectify women,
These programmes were of their era - the sets were wooden, the props were wooden, the spaceships were wooden and the actors were wooden. The only reason the target audience watched them was for the ladies.
You may think it's sexist - and yes, it was - but that was the whole point back then. It was a different time and it can be ridiculed for the ongoing themes in sci-fi of the time.
It was from the days when men were supposed to be men and women were supposed to be subservient like in Star Trek and Lost In Space - hence the ground breaking stuff like Blake's Seven were you actually had strong women characters like Servalan.
And by the way, I am a 'grown up' but I can still talk about things without being some repressed soy-boy.
And if you can't spot humour and self-parody, then I give up.
It's lucky that modern tv doesn't sink to low standards to attract their audiences - oh wait, it does - like TOWIE or Love Island or ANY other 'reality' tv show.
Maybe time to consider your offer?
I didn’t see parady or humour in your words?
Consider me offended,
The younger members who aren’t aware of the programmes may also be offended,
take care, and play nicely now.
Then I apologise to you and anyone else who was offended.