Monday, June 29, 2009

Vacation!

~I recently returned from a week-long vacation at the beach with my parents and some family friends. We stayed at a beach house in Duck, a town on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Here are some pictures that I took while there:

^ A fine day...to relax!

^ Speaking of relaxation, Dad seems to be enjoying his new iPod...

^ A research pier operated by the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, and home of the infamous Tripod.

^ Sangria on the deck.

^ This wedding took place on the beach near where I was sitting. I can only hope that the groomsmen's attire for an upcoming wedding I will attend will be so comfortable.

^ The happy couple.

^ After the wedding, professional photographers took a large number of humorous pictures.

^ The evening sky was beautiful over the sound, between the Outer Banks and the mainland.

^ A panoramic image of the sunset beyond the boardwalk shopping area; click on the image for a better view. It came out a bit crooked, but the colors are impressive.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

The Truth About Pac-Man

~Everyone's played (or at least heard of) the arcade game Pac-Man, where a lovable pie-shaped hero devours tiny circles and is chased by four ghosts named Inky, Pinky, Blinky, and Cylde. But have you ever considered the motivations behind the characters? Why, exactly, is Pac-Man eating "Power Pills" and being pursued by ghosts?

What do you mean you've never thought about it?? From this blog, here's the REAL story, hidden for decades, that Pac-Man was based on:

"In 1976, Cosmonaut Nikolai Peckmann was sent alone to an orbiting space station for what would be called Mission Six- to study the radiation levels and strange circumstances that killed all four crewmen of the last research mission. By the third day, Peckmann's broken transmissions were coming back to ground control filled with increasing paranoia and delusion. He claimed that the spirits of the dead cosmonauts were coming to claim him, and that he had to keep moving to evade them.

He shouted that if he could capture consume these spirits himself while he still had strength, he could move to the next level of consciousness...Truly the rantings of an insane man.
Indeed, video recovered later would show Peckmann running around the confined but maze-like station, downing emergency sedatives like a madman....pausing in a corner momentarily, only to throw back vitamin pills and give chase to his invisible demons. He had exhausted the entire cargo of vitamins, pills, and fresh fruit well ahead of schedule.

There was no way another crew could be assembled to rescue him before he starved. After one rather violently garbled transmission, the static cleared and the last live image on record is that of Peckmann's empty, wilted spacesuit on the cabin floor.
It was determined that another mission to recover any remains or gather any more research would be a waste of the people's money, and the station was allowed to drift out of orbit and into space- a failure never to be mentioned again. It was ordered and assumed that all video and paper evidence had been destroyed...then, at the dawn of the eighties, a fledgling arcade game company called NAMCO would stumble across the transcripts of these events, and the rest -as they say- is history."

(Ok, so that's all BS. But it's amusing BS. Therefore, by the Rule of Cool, it's now the official PacMan back-story.)

Monday, June 22, 2009

New Atlantis

~I first heard about the nation of New Atlantis from a geography quiz book titled Everything is Somewhere by Jack McClintock. The story of New Atlantis is one of adventure and excitement, of daring deeds and hard work, and like so many great endeavors, utter absurdity.

New Atlantis was founded on July 4th, 1964, by Leicester (pr: Lester) Hemingway, the younger brother of author Ernest Hemingway. Leicester, a used car salesman, felt overshadowed by his famous brother and decided that he deserved some attention from the world. As he told The Washington Post in an interview, "There’s no law that says you can’t start your own country." So that's exactly what he did, founding his micro-nation on a sandbar in then-international waters a few miles off the coast of Jamaica.

First he rented a small cargo ship, filled it with dirt, sailed to the sandbar, and dumped the dirt in the the water, repeating until the sandbar was shallow enough to walk on. Next, Leicester anchored an 8'x30' bamboo raft to an old Ford engine block, creating a raised platform. Half of this island Leicester claimed for the United States, and the other half (that's 120 square feet) for the independent nation of New Atlantis. Seven American voters (all selected by Leicester and granted dual-citizenship in New Atlantis) promptly voted him President, which got him an interview with the main newspaper of Kingston, Jamaica. In the interview, he vowed that New Atlantis “would be a peaceful power and would not threaten” other nations. He then submitted a flag (seen at top), Constitution, and Declaration of Independence to the United Nations, declaring, "We are a peaceful people."

As if Hemingway's sense of humor were not apparent enough, he named the national currency of New Atlantis the "scruple", saying that he thought the rich should have plenty of scruples. Examples of this currency (seen at left), look suspiciously like junk that might wash up on an island beach.

The main economic activity of the island was the production and sale of postage stamps (much like other micronations), the proceeds from which with Leicester hoped to finance an "International Marine Research Society" to protect fishing resources. Several interesting New Atlantis stamps were produced, including stamps honoring Winston Churchhill, the U.S. 4th Infantry Regiment (seen at right), and Lyndon Johnson (the latter of which earned Hemingway a thank-you letter from the White House, addressing Hemingway as President). Unfortunately, the Universal Postal Union refused to accept his stamps.

Under normal circumstances, Leicester would have theoretically lost his U.S. citizenship by declaring himself the citizen of another country. However, he relied on a 19th-century law called the Guano Islands Act, which allowed Americans to claim unclaimed island territories for the United States if the island contained guano, which at the time (the 19th century) was used as fuel. An obscure section of the law allowed guano miners to hold dual citizenship if the area later came under the control of another nation. Fortunately for Leicester Hemingway, New Atlantis was replete with guano. He imported it himself.

Alas, the glorious nation of New Atlantis was not to survive for long. Only two short years after its founding, New Atlantis, like the Atlantis of old, sank beneath the waves during a tropical storm in 1966. Who knows what riches (in guano, stamps, and "scruples") even now wait for intrepid divers to recover and dazzle the world with their brilliance?

Luckily for us, before New Atlantis sank, Hemingway provided several cultural artifacts to Mary M. Hirth, a librarian for the University of Texas Humanities Research Center, which put them on display in 1965. The objects, including a letter from Hemingway to Ms. Hirth, still remain in the Center's "New Atlantis Collection".

Although New Atlantis was obviously a tongue-in-cheek endeavor and a publicity stunt for Leicester Hemingway, the process of its founding (international waters, support from nearby nations, citizenship transference, etc.) did serve as a prototype for later artificial island micronations, such as Minerva and Sealand. Last year, I read the novel "The Diamond Age" by Neal Stephenson, in which an advanced society uses nanotechnology to grow and live on artificial islands. Appropriately, the islands are all given the designation of the nearest large city, followed by a slash and "Atlantis"; for example, Atlantis/Shanghai. Perhaps it will not be long before New Atlantis rises again.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Why I Am Happy

~While talking to my grandfather over the phone today (Happy 78, grandpa!), he asked me that generic question that all humans, or at least all Americans, ask each other in virtually every conversation: "How are you?" I answered that I was very happy. Only later did I take the time to consider my response. Am I, in general, currently happy, as the Declaration of Independence proclaims I have the inalienable right to pursue? The answer is yes: I'm fortunate to be at a stage in my life where I am quite happy.

I'm a graduate student, currently between classes, working an easy part-time job and an internship that I love. I don't have much money, but between my job and savings from previous jobs I have enough to get by. Besides, I firmly believe that the best things in life really are free. I live in a comfortable apartment in a beautiful area near a lake and a bus stop, and I have a car and a bicycle if I want to go anywhere else. I enjoy simple but delicious food and have plenty to eat and drink. I can play music and have more games (from my good, generous friend Inter Net O'Nonymous) and books (I am a library student) than I could enjoy in a lifetime. And of course, I'm in good health. And you know what they say about health:



I am blessed with wonderful parents whom I get to see frequently. Its the former, I think, that I am truly fortunate in; I have friends who can't stand their family and would prefer to see them as little as possible. I don't get to see the rest of my family as much as I'd like to, but as they say, Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder (or, in some cases, Go Yonder). Speaking of which, I've also had the good fortune to travel around the world more than most Americans; while I would certainly like to travel to other places, I have great memories of time spent in England, Japan, and the Czech Republic.

I have good friends that live in the area and that I can hang out with occasionally (being mostly introverted, I prefer my own company most of the time). A few years ago, all of them (or at least, it feels like all of them) started to get married, but the truth is that I'm happy for them.

While I know my current situation won't last forever, I hope that it won't change all that much. Seriously, what more do I really need? Not much. A girlfriend? Hmm...I'll burn that bridge when I cross it, or something like that. More money? Maybe...but what would I buy? There's just not much in the way of possessions that I want. A house? A boat? An island fortress?

"Happiness"...that ever-elusive goal that all human strive for. However things might change in the future (and change they will: I'm not really looking forward to the stress of writing a Masters Paper this fall), for now, I'm enjoying life immensely.