Godspeed, John Glenn.
Note to my friends – bet you don’t have a John Glenn Hot Wheels play set on your office shelf – I do. Includes Mercury capsule, space shuttle, and three figures – Mercury astronaut John Glenn, Senator John Glenn, and Shuttle astronaut John Glenn.
My John Glenn Hot Wheels Play Set on the shelf in my office.
It was with real sadness yesterday when I read that Fitbit had purchased smartwatch company Pebble in order to acquire their software engineers and intellectual property – but not their core smartwatch business.
Fitbit is the giant fitness band manufacturer, and company officials told Bloomberg that they hope the Pebble software talent will help them better compete with tech giant Apple.
I have long had my eye on Pebble since they initially made the news with an enormously successful Kickstarter campaign to fund the production of their initial smartwatch, the Pebble. I became a customer with the launch of their second generation product, the Pebble Time.
The key benefit of the Pebble is that it has an e-ink screen rather than the more typical LED screen like the Apple Watch or Android Wear products. E-ink is not as bright an flashy as the LED screens are, but they draw very little power, allowing products like Amazon’s Kindle Reader and the Pebble to operate for long periods of time without recharging. For example, a typical tablet needs charging after several hours of use, but a Kindle without a backlight turned on can run for weeks without charging. An Apple Watch can have a hard time making it through one day of operation without a charge, while my Pebble Time is typically good for three-to-four days on a charge.
I liked the Pebble because it was relatively simple, relatively inexpensive, long running without a charge, and compatible with both iOS and Android phones. I liked that it was a smartwatch that served as a simple fitness band and as a second screen for my phone. And I loved that a young startup was trying to do something new and exciting.
I don’t blame Fitbit for killing off Pebble. The company did that to itself. They had trouble keeping up with the competition and were facing declining sales. They also had a product that was not really polished enough for prime time. I love my Pebble, but it has idiosyncrasies to making it work that I would not accept from Apple.
What’s happening here is pretty typical for the media and tech industries where small startups bring out innovative new technologies, over extend themselves, and then get bought out by more established companies.
I’m sorry to see Pebble go, though. And I hope someone else comes out with an e-ink smartwatch. That was a really cool idea.
Update – Nice appreciation of Pebble from Alejandro Alba at Vocative.
My friend Dr. Chris Allen, a journalism professor at University of Nebraska at Omaha, has been working on global journalism issues from Russia, to Afghanistan, to Oman, and beyond. I am reposting what he wrote on November 22 with his permission as a reminder of the cost our journalists pay for covering the news around the world:
During my time in Oman five years ago I shared an office with Dr. Hosni Nasr, who became a great friend and colleague. In July I met his son, Ahmad,a journalist, who had just moved from their native Cairo to Oman and was looking for a job. He got one, I’m not sure with which organization, and two weeks ago was sent to Iran on a story. He disappeared, and there has been a frantic search for him. Today I found out he has died, but I do not know the circumstances. My heart weeps for this young man, his father, my dear friend, his mother, whom I also love, and his brother and sisters. May God in his mercy give them strength to get through this time of grief.
I sit at my desk with tears in my eyes for my friends, but also for all journalists who have died doing their jobs. Journalists are criticized because they don’t always tell us what we believe, want to believe or want to hear. But the vast majority of journalists are accurate reporters trying to do a good job, just as we all try. They put themselves in dangerous situations to cover stories that need to be told. No one else will tell those stories. No one. No. One. Their only protection is a pen and notebook, a microphone, a camera. If there is shooting they may have a flak vest and helmet. Nothing else. They are not armed.
But they continue to report from situations the rest of us, me included, would never think of entering. They walk alongside soldiers. They search for people with information the world needs to know. And sometimes they die.
There is no war in Iran. By the accounts I read there is peace. And yet this young man has died, doing his job. Ahmad, you will not be forgotten. May you be at peace.
Blue Hill, Nebraska is a small town by most people’s standards, with a population under 1,000. But that doesn’t stop the local high school from having a vibrant theater program. Over the last few years, students there staged Shakespeare’s Macbeth, presented a drama about the Chernobyl disaster, and gave the U.S. premiere of Elizabeth Inchbald’s The Massacre.
Under the direction of of Blue Hill language arts teacher Summer Lukasiwicz, this year’s one-act play was The Laramie Project. The play tells the story of the kidnapping, beating and murder of gay college student Matthew Shepard back in 1998. Following his murder outside of the town of Laramie, Wyoming, members of the Tectonic Theater Project from New York City came out to Laramie and talked with the locals about how Matthew’s murder affected the town.
The play is a challenging one, presenting everyone’s story in an even-handed manner. But at it’s core, it’s a story about a young man who was killed because he was gay.
Not surprisingly, the play faced some resistance in small-town Nebraska. While the students and their director received nothing but support from their school and school administration, there were reportedly objections to it by both local clergy and some parents.
By the Thursday before the play’s Sunday performance, they had only sold 50 tickets for the show. The previous year’s play had sold 200 tickets.
So the word went out on social media that these kids needed support. My wife first read about it when she found a link on UNK theater senior Jacey Anderson’s Facebook page to a local blog, Her View From Home, written by Leslie Means, who is from Blue Hill. Means asked for people to either go to the play or help share the students’ story. I then saw a post on the blog Fairy Princess Diaries, which in between very bright animated GIFs told the students’ story. (The blogger is a singer/actress/writer who has performed on Broadway.) Finally, I saw a number of posts on Facebook ranging from local Nebraska theater people to folks from New York City.
My wife and I attended the show Sunday night, along with a group of UNK theater students, and there was a crowd of more than 300 paying customers there for the play (and for the tables of fabulous desserts baked by home ec teacher Christine Brown and her assistants). I was told by people we were sitting with that this was the first time they could remember that all the tables on the gym floor were filled, forcing many people to sit up in the bleachers.
Among those in the audience were three members of the Tectonic Theater Project who wrote and produced the original staging of the play.
The students presented a 30-minute one-act version of the play that fits the needs of student play competition rules, but even in its abbreviated form the play is moving. And these young people from Blue Hill did a great job with it. Keep in mind, these same kids were playing football, cheerleading, and doing every other imaginable high school activity. When you attend a small high school, you don’t specialize.
So let me congratulate director Summer Lukasiwicz along with her cast and crew:
Thanks for a great evening of theater. (And for the cake and pie…)
Lots of social media in the news this week:
“It was intended to be funny, but it was a very bad joke in very poor taste,” he said.
Hint: Death threats against anyone are never funny. They are especially not funny when directed against the president or president-elect.
I first became a Cubs fan back in the late 1970s in the years before lights were installed at Wrigley Field. That meant that all of the Cubs’ home games were day games. This meant that during the long days when I was out working in the seed corn fields or trimming trees I could listen more often than not to the Cubs playing on my little AM transistor radio.
Please remember that this was before we had iPods and smartphones to bring in entertainment. This was back when a WalkMan was brand new cutting-edge technology, priced way beyond my meager student income. So I became a Cubs fan because they were the team that met my needs.
I was also a big fan of Chicago folk singer Steve Goodman. I even saw him in concert in Des Moines in 1981 or 82 in a show with John Prine. He was a little guy with an enormous heart who desperately loved (with a big dose of realism), his Chicago Cubs.
In 1983s, Goodman wrote a beautifully sad ode to the Cubbies called “A Dying Cub Fan’s Last Request.”
Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around
When the snow melts away,
Do the Cubbies still play
In their ivy-covered burial ground
Before long he goes into a monologue outlining the perfect Wrigley Field funeral:
He said, “Give me a double header funeral in Wrigley Field
On some sunny weekend day (no lights)
Have the organ play the “National Anthem”
and then a little ‘na, na, na, na, hey hey, hey, Goodbye’
Make six bullpen pitchers, carry my coffin
and six ground keepers clear my path
Have the umpires bark me out at every base
In all their holy wrath
Its a beautiful day for a funeral, Hey Ernie lets play two!
Somebody go get Jack Brickhouse to come back,
and conduct just one more interview
Have the Cubbies run right out into the middle of the field,
Have Keith Moreland drop a routine fly
Give everybody two bags of peanuts and a frosty malt
And I’ll be ready to die
Goodman was likely talking about his own dreams here, given that he was fighting leukemia at the time – a disease that would claim his life at a much to young age of 36.
But Goodman was not done with writing about his beloved cubs. In 1984, WGN-TV’s program director Dan Fabian was looking for a new song to open up Cubs radio broadcasts to replace Mitch Miller’s “It’s a Beautiful Day For A Ballgame,” and he turned to Goodman to write a positive song about the Cubs. The result was the now iconic “Go, Cubs, Go.” And after each winning home-field game, the fans sing along with a recording of Goodman.
In honor of the Cubs finally winning their first World Series in 108 years this week, the Chicago cast of the musical Hamilton skipped their usual curtain-call number and instead launched into a rousing version of “Go, Cubs, Go.”
It’s a wonderful, rousing song. But it doesn’t have the distinctive Goodman voice that “A Dying Cub Fan’s Last Request” does.
In a beautiful final twist, Goodman did get the final wish of his song’s protagonist, with his brother David finding a way to scatter Steve’s ashes in the outfield at Wrigley Field:
He found a guy – local singer songwriter Harry Waller — who knew some guys who knew a guy who knew a guy in stadium security who’d let them slip into the Friendly Confines with a portion of Goodman’s remains just before Opening Day of 1988.
I’ve heard argue that winning the World Series now makes the Cubs just another ball club. No longer special with their long-suffering fans. But I have no doubt that the suffering of Cubs fans is not over. As a former pastor of mine used to say: “They wouldn’t be the Cubbies if they didn’t break our hearts.”
Steve’s “Song for David,” a tribute to his younger brother.
There’s a lot of strange news about the upcoming election going on. Here’s a sampling:
So, my local NTV News television station has had a bad day covering a murder trial in Kansas. We’ll let them tell the story:
Wes Lowery at the Washington Post is a reporter I respect, and I follow his work closely. Here’s what he had to say on Twitter today in response to a critic who claimed Lowery was likely voting for Hillary. Read from the bottom up.
Tweets from Washington Post reporter Wesley Lowery.
