Happy Birthday to the man who took the world traveling in both time and outer space.
Space is big. You just won’t believe how vastly, hugely, mind bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it’s a long way down the road to the drug store, but that’s just peanuts to space. Douglas Adams, “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”
Douglas Noel Adams (11 March 1952 – 11 May 2001) was an English writer, humourist, and dramatist best known as the author of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, which originated in 1978 as a BBC radio comedy before developing into a “trilogy” of five books that sold more than 15 million copies in his lifetime and generated a television series, several stage plays, comics, a computer game, and in 2005 a feature film. Adams’s contribution to UK radio is commemorated in The Radio Academy’s Hall of Fame.
Armageddon, a very good movie, and a speech by actor, who plays only this small part in the movie.
I address you tonight not as the President of the United States, not as the leader of a country, but as a citizen of humanity. We are faced with the very gravest of challenges. The Bible calls this day “Armageddon” – the end of all things. And yet, for the first time in the history of the planet, a species has the technology to prevent its own extinction. All of you praying with us need to know that everything that can be done to prevent this disaster is being called into service. The human thirst for excellence, knowledge; every step up the ladder of science; every adventurous reach into space; all of our combined modern technologies and imaginations; even the wars that we’ve fought have provided us the tools to wage this terrible battle. Through all of the chaos that is our history; through all of the wrongs and the discord; through all of the pain and suffering; through all of our times, there is one thing that has nourished our souls, and elevated our species above its origins, and that is our courage. The dreams of an entire planet are focused tonight on those fourteen brave souls traveling into the heavens. And may we all, citizens the world over, see these events through. God speed, and good luck to you.
Movie written by Jonathan Hensleigh, J.J. Abrams, Tony Gilroy, Shane Salerno, and Robert Roy Pool.
If the world would ever come into a situation like the one portrayed in the movie I believe we could put aside our differences and do great and wonderful things. For about 15 minutes and then go back to being dunderheads.
Space the final frontier. Ehhh, maybe. But I say it is the only frontier. I know the show/movie in whose motto (or mantra) that that is was talking about man’s need to explore/move on. I am talking about space on a more personal level. The space that is around you right now. You sitting behind a computer, or reading this from your phone, or looking at it on whatever type of information type device you got.
Yes, your personal space. Or as a selfish, surfer dude would say in a 70’s sitcom would say ‘Like whoa chick I need my space’.
We want to control the space around us, and in the 1980 in the United States an invention came onto the market that helped us control that space immensely. I am of course talking about the Sony Walkman. With this you were able to fortify yourself against the world, listen to what you wanted to, and screen out the outside world with relative ease. Unlike the other popular music device of the day, the boom box, this created your own little world which you had control over.
The boom box, black and chrome, a plastic behemoth with large speakers blaring Van Halen, invading a space, influencing those in it, sometimes trying to overwhelm all that came within range. The Walkman instead was castle, a portable castle that you could use to screen out all and every other thing that you did not want to deal with on the auditory front. And if you were walking as the name implied, or even running you could control your space to an even greater degree by distancing yourself from what you found distasteful.
I remember going into my room, putting on the headphones, putting in a tape and my mother did not know where I was. She could yell and yell all she wanted, but until she actually climbed the stairs, and opened the door to my room she did not exist for me. I was a boy alone with Phil Collins. (well that sounded okay until I read it out loud). Now if had been using my boom box, she would know I was home without a doubt, and I was up in my room. The Walkman was great, I could control my space.
But we all want to control “our space”, we don’t want too many people in our personal space, and the ones we want in that space have to meet certain criteria. Among these but in no particular order are, hygiene, invitation, and space available.
Hygiene: Has the person bathed recently. Are they clean? I don’t know about you but I am not a touchy feely person and will hug a person maybe, upon greeting and upon leaving. I took a trip back to Hawaii and was reunited with an old comrade from the Army; this guy had meant a lot to me, a bit of a mentor, someone who I would hug after not seeing for a number of years. But, I am standing in front of the hotel we were both staying at, I knew he was around but had not seen him yet. I spot him; he is just coming back from a run. He was dripping in sweat, so instead of hugging him, I just gave him a great handshake. I kind of regret it. I should have hugged my old friend, I should have pounded him on the back like old soldiers do.
Invitation: Does the person want you in their personal space, a lot of people like to keep their distance, it is a very few that most people let in. Someone in your personal space means a type of intimacy. Intimacy has gotten sexualized over the years. Like ‘Are you two intimate?” But in reality all it means is close familiarity, friendship or closeness.
Kids think nothing of invading personal space. A couple of weeks I was teaching Sunday School and I was sitting on the floor with the kids, one little boy, who I did not know that well, just up and climbs on me, basically sitting on me like I am his personal easy chair. No invitation, no encouragement, just his actions saying ‘Hey big fat man I am going to treat you like a Lazy Boy.’
I bet almost everyone remembers the first time someone outside of you family was invited into your personal space, once you figured out you had personal space. The first time a girl or guy that held your hand as you walked along. The first slow dance with a person. Your heart is racing, maybe your get a little sweaty, it is a big deal.
Space Available: This is one thing we don’t have control over, unless we avoid people all together. Avoiding crowded elevators or the Metro in Washington D.C on the 4th of July after the fireworks, or the trains in Seoul, Korea altogether.
Sometimes people invade our personal space regardless or invitation, or hygiene and there is absolutely nothing we can do about it. (unless you want to live a place like Alaska where it is less than one person for every square mile)
But to the point, we all want to control the space around us, but I encourage you to live life like you mean it. I should have hugged my old friend, I should let kids climb over me, because without these things, these interactions with our fellow travelers in life, life is not so sweet, life is not so good.
Personal space means something, it is important, but someone in your personal space means even more.