Today’s distraction was reading the opening narrations of the Dark Shadows series. The following was in the list of search results for one of my searches, and I thought I’d reprint it here. It’s a little archival detective work showing how the opening narration of Star Trek changed through several drafts.

(I believe the following to be Creative Commons license Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0).)

The following is taken from “To Boldly Go: the Hurried Evolution of Star Trek’s Opening Narration” by Caroline Cubé on Tue, 2016-10-11 10:33; blog post by Doug Johnson

Arguably the most famous introductory voiceover in the history of television, Star Trek‘s “Space…the final frontier…” began to lodge itself in the collective consciousness fifty years ago. But it didn’t just spring magically from the mind of Gene Roddenberry, the series’ creator. It was crafted collaboratively over the course of a week in the summer of 1966. In anticipation of the show’s September 8 premiere, producer Robert Justman urged Roddenberry to get to work writing the opening narration that they were planning to use.

August 2 saw a flurry of activity at Desilu’s Gower St. studios, as several producers sought to establish the desired tone at the appropriate length. Unfortunately, none of these memos are time-stamped, so this ordering is really just a guess, but one can glean a certain narrative progression.

A rough draft hits a couple of familiar points that will survive until the very end: “five year”; “strange new worlds.” But “regulates commerce” sounds decidedly unsexy and will not last long.

The “story” becomes an “adventure,” a “bold crew” appears, and the script promises “excitement.” But it might be the word “assigned” that’s really getting in the way here.

Producer John D. F. Black makes great progress, apparently coming up with the four opening words that are so familiar to us now. And toward the end he inserts the title of Star Trek‘s second pilot episode, “Where No Man Has Gone Before,” which was written by Samuel A. Peeples.

Black’s attempt to shorten the narration is, for the most part, a step backwards, but it does have the advantage of eliminating the awkward “United Space Ship” language.

Justman tries to be decisive, telling Roddenberry what he “should” do, but the handwritten notes at the bottom of the page belie any certitude. The notes are hard to read, but someone likes the emphasis on the word “starship.” And then there is silence, or at least no evidence of continued conversation. A week goes by without another of these memos. Perhaps they were written and discarded before they could reach UCLA, or perhaps further deliberations occurred over telephones and in offices. On August 10, Justman sent Roddenberry an even more urgent memo indicating that the narration, whatever it was, needed to be recorded very soon. 

 And suddenly here it is. Written sometime after Justman and Roddenberry spoke on the phone on the evening of August 9, the language is identical to that intoned by William Shatner at the beginning of every opening credits sequence. 

 “Space…the final frontier” regains its place at the beginning. The word “bold” returns to create the most famous split infinitive in the history of the English language. And, for the first time, the “life” being sought out, which had previously been “alien,” becomes simply “new.” Perhaps Roddenberry detected something pejorative in the word “alien,” something distasteful that was at odds with his optimistic vision. Perhaps “new” just scanned better. Whatever the case, he had, with his team of writer-producers, fashioned an introduction to his unique universe that would resonate for decades to come. All items are from the Gene Roddenberry Star Trek Television Series Collection (Collection PASC 62), available in Library Special Collections, Young Research Library, UCLA.

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(The following developed out of a writing exercise I did Sunday.)

Abdera also claims one of the world’s few publishing houses for the disembodied. Noted deathstrologer* Idadue de Claire is the proprietor of Madame de Claire’s Ghost Press, a specialty press catering to every need of the spirit community. Her one-of-a-kind reading room employs poltergeists (spirits able to affect the material world) as page-turners for the more incorporeal.

Our Spirits, Ourselves is the best-selling title of MdC Ghost Press, but recent popular titles include Haunting Tiny Houses (part of the popular Home Haunting series), and A Beginners Guide to Ectoplasm.

*Your deathstrological sign is determined by your time of death, rather than your time of birth. There are very few practitioners of this lost art.

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Back when I did Re/Creating Tampa I attempted to emulate the alt-weekly newspaper model by running a Syndicated Sundays post. This included links to the kinds of things you might find syndicated in your local alt-weekly. At the time this included News of the Weird, This Modern World, Dan Savage, Free Will Astrology, etc.

I’ve decided to update the sources and to run this as a regular Sunday post. I’m sure I’ll be adding and subtracting to it as the weeks go on. There are still a few stalwarts available from those sources I used years ago, but most have faded away, or just aren’t my bag anymore.

It’s also possible I might include podcasts or newsletters if I ever find any that I find consistently interesting/entertaining, and don’t require handing out an email address.

That said, here’s your clutch of regular Sunday links.

Book Reviews

Wait. I just realized I don’t have a regular source for book reviews! I mean, I read a zillion, but they’re from all over, so I’m not sure what might be a good, regular source to put here. Hmmm, this will take some thinking. In the meantime, Tor is generally a pretty solid source for new fiction.

All the New Horror and Genre-Bending Books Arriving in April!

Cartoons

Dan Piraro, creator of Bizarro, is semi-retired and producing a surreal, on-going series titled Peyote Cowboy.

Peyote Cowboy

I’ve been reading Tom Tomorrow since he was publishing in Processed World back in the 1980s. Wikipedia describes Processed World as “an anti-capitalist, anti-authoritarian magazine focused on the oppressions and absurdities of office work.” Looks like some themes have been with me for a looonnnnnggg time. Currently I subscribe to his newsletter, but you can read him at The Daily Kos on Mondays or The Nib on Tuesdays.

Is Strange Planet’s first home on Instagram?

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I bet The Nib will also find itself in regular rotation.

Columns

This week, just this from David Suzuki.

Will the world again hit “snooze” on latest climate alarm?

I bet this ends up being the category with the most variance, and will probably include columns that aren’t necessarily from columnists who publish weekly (or more often). The Conversation might be a good source for these. I might also dip into Global Voices and/or Good News Network.

Horoscope

Once again, it was trying to remember something about Rob Brezsny’s Free Will Astrology that prompted me to root around in the memory hole. That trawling through the archives reminded me I used to post a weekly link to FWA in the Syndicated Sunday posts.

Rob Brezsny’s Free Will Astrology – Week of April 7th, 2022

Music Reviews

These days just about the only music reviews I visit are the Bandcamp Daily posts. Perhaps I’ll see if I can find a few more resources for new music.

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OK. That’s the start. I’m sure it will shift and morph over time, with sources and categories added, dropped, and tweaked. Hope your Sunday is a good one!

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How did it get to be so late without a post?

All chores and no screens today. Here’s Zorro hanging out in the sun. The garden bed behind him is surrounded by a fence to keep him from digging in the garden bed. There’s some broccoli growing in there now.

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The mushrooms are talking to each other!

“Mathematical analysis of the electrical signals fungi seemingly send to one another has identified patterns that bear a striking structural similarity to human speech.

“Previous research has suggested that fungi conduct electrical impulses through long, underground filamentous structures called hyphae – similar to how nerve cells transmit information in humans.

“It has even shown that the firing rate of these impulses increases when the hyphae of wood-digesting fungi come into contact with wooden blocks, raising the possibility that fungi use this electrical “language” to share information about food or injury with distant parts of themselves, or with hyphae-connected partners such as trees.”

Which reminds me, I need to pick up a copy of Finding the Mother Tree by Susan Simard. (“…forest ecologies are interdependent with fungal mycelium. She asserts that trees (and other plants) exchange sugars through their respective root systems and through interconnected fungal mycelial structures to share (and at times trade) micronutrients.”)

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Here’s a pretty cool project at UNC libraries – On the Books: Jim Crow and the Algorithms of Resistance.

“The same algorithm can be used for oppression or resistance. How we design and use algorithms, and how they impact those vulnerable to discriminatory policies, determines whether they enact oppression or resistance. The question remains, as Costanza-Chock writes, ‘What will it take for us to transform the ways that we design technologies (sociotechnical systems) of all kinds, including digital interfaces, applications, platforms, algorithms, hardware, and infrastructure, to help us advance toward liberation?'”

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Wonderful collection of Richard Powers SF cover art. I grew up haunting used book shops, and these covers definitely take me back to a time when I was filled with a wide-eyed sense of wonder.

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Here’s a for-real Abderite joke from The Laughter Lover. (“Philogelos (The Laughter Lover) is a collection of some 265 jokes, likely made in the fourth or fifth century CE.”)

An Abderite saw a eunuch talking with a woman and asked him if she was his wife. When he replied that eunuchs can’t have wives, the Abderite asked: “So is she your daughter?”

Haha, Abderites are dumb. Except for Democritus, the laughing philosopher.

“The reports indicate that Democritus was committed to a kind of enlightened hedonism, in which the good was held to be an internal state of mind rather than something external to it. The good is given many names, amongst them euthymia or cheerfulness, as well as privative terms, e.g. for the absence of fear. Some fragments suggest that moderation and mindfulness in one’s pursuit of pleasures is beneficial; others focus on the need to free oneself from dependence on fortune by moderating desire. Several passages focus on the human ability to act on nature by means of teaching and art, and on a notion of balance and moderation that suggests that ethics is conceived as an art of caring for the soul analogous to medicine’s care for the body (Vlastos 1975, pp. 386–94). Others discuss political community, suggesting that there is a natural tendency to form communities.”

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45 years ago today The Clash released their first album.

“The Clash is the self-titled debut studio album by English punk rock band the Clash. It was released on 8 April 1977 through CBS Records. Written and recorded over three weeks in February 1977 for £4,000, it would go on to reach No. 12 on the UK charts, and has been included on many retrospective rankings as one of the greatest punk albums of all time.”

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Somedays I write long-ish posts and then decide not to post them because they still need some work, they’re half-baked, or maybe they’re a little too cranky. Today’s post was one of those, so I’ll only note that I’m two thirds of the way through this arbitrary stupid goal of 100 days of blogging.

In other news, it turns out there’s an award for comedy wildlife photography.

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Those of you who read this through RSS or email may not have seen the handful of quotations spackled on the right-hand column of my blog. As long as I’ve been blogging (over 20 years now) my blogs have had a random assortment of quotations that are somehow meaningful to me.

One of the most recent is this quote from a Washington Irving story. The description is meant as an insult. It is a son describing the father he doesn’t want to be.

“He was an indolent, good-natured man, who took the world as it went, and had a kind of laughing philosophy, that parried all rubs and mishaps, and served him in the place of wisdom.” — Washington Irving

When I read that I felt seen (by Washington Irving!). I’m indolent. I’m good-natured. Democritus, my favorite philosopher by virtue of being from Abdera, is remembered as the laughing philosopher, which means he must have had a kind of laughing philosophy, something to which I also aspire. And I often crack jokes in place of wisdom I lack.

I self-deprecate about my indolence, laziness I often call it, but I also carry a lot of guilt about it. If I were only more industrious, if I were only more dedicated, more determined, more of a go-getter, my life would be so different. I feel guilty for letting down Louise Gluck and frittering away my “one wild and precious life.”

I won’t say it doesn’t still make me feel a certain kind of way, but I can say my self-compassion about such things is much greater than it used to be.

So, tonight, instead of diligently working on my craft, or adding words to my many projects, I’ll be watching another episode of Doom Patrol. I love that show. What really made me swoon was the introduction of a sentient genderqueer street named Danny. That’s the kind of sweetweird that makes my heart sing.

Oh yeah, and I’m pretty sure Brent Best wrote this song about me.

I’m a lazy guy
I’m amazed at the way some people try and try and try
To erect and then perfect some kind of proof that they’re alive before they die
Well not me, ’cause I’m a lazy guy

And I’m amazed at the way some people holler, fuss and run ’round
Like some chicken with their head cut off or a bullet from a gun
They should all sit back, relax and maybe try and have some fun
I’d help them try, but I’m a lazy guy
And I must defer a life of labor to someone who needs it more
I’d much prefer to be their neighbor, just the guy who lives next door
Sit out on the porch with my crap guitar and my mason jar of tea, and you know why
‘Cause I’m a lazy guy

I’m a lazy guy
I’m amazed at the way some people try and try and try
To erect and then perfect some kind of proof that they’re alive before they die
Well not me, ’cause I’m a lazy guy

And I’m amazed at the way you count my failings like some clerk
Like you’re the saint in this relationhip and me I’m just some jerk
‘Cause it’s love we got between us, and relationships take work so why don’t you try?
‘Cause I’m a lazy guy

I ‘m a lazy guy
I’m amazed at the way some people try and try and try
To erect and then perfect some kind of proof that they’re alive before they die
Well not me, ’cause I’m a lazy guy

Yeah I’m amazed at the way the days just slip on by so fast
Like ten thousand go-carts racing down the mountain of the past
If I had a bead on what I need to make the moment last I just might try
I just might try

Yeah I’m amazed at the way the days just keep on slipping by
And I got plans and dreams and hopeful schemes, enough to make you cry
I’m just waiting for that single perfect point in time to give ’em all a try
And I’m a lazy lazy guy

I’m a lazy guy

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I’ve had a week to reflect on my most important desire. What have I learned?

1. I’ve learned that working on the same theme for a set number of days is fun. Although a week might be too long, but I wouldn’t be surprised to see theme weeks in the future.
2. I’ve learned that writing the kind of short essays I enjoy writing take up more time than I’d like.
3. I’ve learned that acting ‘as if’ is a valuable tool for critical introspection.
4. I’ve learned that there probably isn’t an ‘authentic’ self. However, striving toward a life more closely aligned with one’s personal values is probably a path to living well.
5. More likely than an authentic self is a collection of authentic selves.
6. I’ve learned that inauthenticity is when you cannot, for reasons brought about by yourself or others, express yourself or behave according to your closely held values.
7. I’ve remembered that knowing the meanings of words, and learning new words (and revisiting words I already thought I knew!), is important to me.
8. And I’ve learned that the most important thing to remember is to remember. So much of what I read this last week is stuff I already knew but forgot to remember.

I have a spectrum of desires and their priority and meaningfulness is constantly shifting. I suppose if I had to lock in on one, my most important desire is to continue growing and learning, to keep striving for eudaimonic well-being.

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I’m nearing the end of my seven-day meditation on my most important desire, and this afternoon I had a lateral inspiration.

Initially, I considered writing about creativity and lack of time (as in ‘my most important desire is to have more time to engage my creative self’) but as I considered my behavior over the last few months it struck me that I’m kind of in the process of building my own personal vocabulary of emotional, spiritual, and psychological states.

Is my most important desire developing a glossary of my internal being? Maybe. Or something very close to that. Not my desire forever perhaps, but there’s evidence that expanding my emotional/psychological/spiritual vocabulary has been my most important desire for the last several months.

There’s a vocabulary-related behavior I’ve engaged in for as long as I’ve been writing, that I never really noticed until last year. I didn’t notice it because it’s so baked into my process, and so interwoven into the process as a whole, that it disappeared in the multitude of behaviors I cluster under the broad umbrella of ‘writing’.

At one point, just after I started researching fairies, I realized I was building a fairy vocabulary list, not too different than the vocabulary lists my 3rd grade teacher prompted me to create when researching a new topic. (Fairy, faery, fay, elf, animist, ontology, spirit, soul, etc.)

One reason I failed to notice this glossary-building exercise is because textbooks in high school and college conveniently came with vocabulary lists, so it was less important I create my own. I’ve also always been an inveterate dictionary user and note-taker, so I barely noticed when I engaged in that sort of behavior outside of school.

When I started my reading on fairies last year, I created a file for words I wanted to ensure I was using correctly, and it occurred to me that this might be something to share with the students. How many of them actively create a list of terms for themselves as they begin a research project?

Since last summer when I started this journey to reduce my work-related unhappiness I’ve been reading widely (and talking to a therapist). Since I’m sheepishly late to self-reflection about my inner emotional state, I’ve had to essentially start a new research project. And in that project I’ve had to define for myself — mindfulness, authenticity, real self, value, virtues, depression, sadness, anger, happiness, joy, peace, tranquility, calm, etc.

I’ve used the term ‘happiness’ a zillion times throughout my life, but only within the last six months have I held it up and analyzed it and tried to figure out what I meant when I used that word in relation to myself. I once thought of happiness as a state of high-emotional arousal (ohmigod I won the lottery! This is what happiness feels like!), but upon reflection that’s not really what I feel when I feel happy. My current definition of happiness is more along the lines of — those moments of respite when known bullshit has been taken care of and I’m blissfully unaware of what sort of bullshit lays around the next corner. In a real, non-trivial way for me, happiness is the state of being momentarily problem-free.

So, maybe my most important desire, right now, is to have the language to articulate my feelings and emotional needs, so I can learn more about them, and ask for help about something specific instead of something vague.

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Speaking of time, here’s an exceprt from The People, Yes by Carl Sandburg I’ve posted several times in the past. (Such a painful, heartfelt lament.)

The people so often sleepy, weary, enigmatic,
is a vast huddle with many units saying:
    "I earn my living.
    I make enough to get by
    and it takes all my time.
    If I had more time
    I could do more for myself
    and maybe for others.
    I could read and study
    and talk things over
    and find out about things.
    It takes time.
    I wish I had the time."

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I’m in the midst of a seven day quest to determine my most important desire. I’ve considered what it means to be true to my ‘authentic’ self and what it it means to be inauthentic. Today’s exploration takes me into the realm of autonomy.

Here’s the definition I found most satisfying for ‘living authentially’: authenticity is experienced in the moments your expression and behavior are aligned with your closely held values.

This begs the question of what are values and how are they defined? For example, it seems like the values of a person raised in a family- or communal-oriented culture might have a different value system than someone raised in a fiercely individualistic culture. Predictably, the range of values shift significantly within the research.

Of the spectrum of values I hold, autonomy is at or near the top. For this post I’m using ‘free from coercion’ as the definition of autonomy.

Since I’m not particularly interested in living without house or home, or living a life of food precarity if I can avoid it, I choose to work. For a substantial number of people this equals autonomy. I have the freedom to choose between working for a wage and extreme poverty. Choice!

That’s always seemed like a spurious argument to me. What reasonable person is going to choose the hardship of a life without income (whether inherited or worked for)? When it comes to food/clothing/shelter, is it really reasonable to chose NOT to have those physiological needs met?

So, if I want the basic fundamentals of life, food/clothing/shelter, then I’m coerced into labor. My autonomy is restricted.

That’s just the way it is, kid. You can’t fight city hall. Suck it up and stop whinging. You have it better than a lot of other people even if you do have to work at a job that’s not perfect.

And there’s my dilemma. I like the creature comforts money can buy. I have a lovely home, retirement savings, disposable income, luxury I don’t want to give up (thanks in no small part to privilege and luck). But to gain that I have to trade a huge chunk of my daily autonomy. It’s possible I could find another job that feels less onerous and more rewarding, but I think that’s mostly the luck of the draw, and has more to do with who I work with than what kind of work I do. There are very few jobs for indolent dreamers whose greatest ambition is to hang out with friends and goof around.

With that said, perhaps autonomy isn’t, right now, my most important desire. I still have two more days for this exercise, so I’ll approach it from a different angle tomorrow.

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While digging around for info about today’s research I stumbled across the Post-Futurist Manifesto by Franco Berardi.

“Beauty exists only in autonomy. No work that fails to express the intelligence of the possible can be a masterpiece. Poetry is a bridge cast over the abyss of nothingness to allow the sharing of different imaginations and to free singularities.”

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