Five Things This Week: week 10

Maybe this week’s list is inspired by the internet-less time I spent isolated by the flood, but we’ve got books, podcasts, and Netflix recommendations (okay, Netflix is on the internet, but I guess I make a distinction for some reason). 

The Taking of K-129: How the CIA Used Howard Hughes to Steal a Russian Sub in the Most Daring Covert Operation in History 
by Josh Dean.
This book came out a couple years ago and tells a story already covered by a few other very good texts, but Dean’s book is more comprehensive and engaging. He goes into elaborate details about the development of the U2 and what would become the SR-71 spy planes and at first you’re asking what high-flying aircraft have to do with recovering a Soviet submarine, but he shows clearly how the apparatus behind their conception and development leads directly into this project. It’s quite a page-turner and the technology involved for the time is unbelievable. 

Okay, this is three books, but I’m lumping them together because they really are of a piece:
Bunker Hill: A City, A Siege, A Revolution
Valiant Ambition: George Washington, Benedict Arnold, and the Fate of the American Revolution
In the Hurricane’s Eye: The Genius of George Washington and the Victory at Yorktown
all by Nathaniel Philbrick
Shortly after the musical Hamilton came out I OD’d on Revolutionary history. First there was the Ron Chernow book that inspired Lin-Manuel Miranda, which led to the excellent David McCullough1776, and my interest petered out partway through the rather exhaustive (752 pages or 26 audiobook hours) The Glorious Cause: The American Revolution: 1763-1789 by Robert Middlekauff. Frankly, I didn’t think I ever needed to tread into that war again. Then I was at Bookshop Santa Cruz (love, love, love, love, love) and saw Philbrick’s In the Hurricane’s Eye in the new release section. I loved Philbrick’s In The Heart of the Sea: The Tragedy of the Whaleship Essex about the actual even that inspired Moby Dick – his narrative voice animated this opaque period of seafaring and really stuck with me. After the success of that book he went in directions I just wasn’t interested in (I’m sure the story of the Mayflower is fascinating and all, but, yeah, I’m still not ready to go there) and I hadn’t followed him since. However, reading the jacket of Hurricane at Bookshop Santa Cruz (Yes, I’m going to keep plugging that place) I saw it was the third in a Revolutionary War trilogy, the titles alone intriguing enough to investigate. I’m so glad I did. If you’ve read about the Revolutionary War then you’re familiar with the places and a lot of the names, but it’s the framing of the stories that is new here, as are many of the details from primary documents. Bunker Hill filled in a lot of the blanks I had in the lead-up to actual fighting. Valiant Ambition compared and contrasted two iconic historic figures that on first glance we might assume to be complete opposites of each other, but when you look at them more closely are made of very much the same mettle – to a point. And Hurricane finishes the war by suggesting weather – in the Carribean as well as the prevailing winds in the seas of the colonies – played possibly a greater role in ending the war than the battle of Yorktown. Phew, did I really go on that long about these books? Guess I did!

The Coddling of the American Mind: How Good Intentions and Bad Ideas Are Setting Up a Generation for Failure
by Greg Lukianoff and Jonathan Haidt
Alright, sit down and buckle up because this ish is controversial. Lukianoff and Haidt deliver a blistering critique on the contemporary culture of everything from “trigger warnings” to “microaggressions,” and more. What I like about this book most is it logically and unflinchingly addresses what many on the political right decry as rampany “Political Correctness”. It’s not done in a partisan way, but rather looking at the underlying philosophies and methodologies that have gotten us to this point in American cultural discourse. The book is a wonderful expansion of an article the two wrote for The Atlantic and it’s still online. If you’re intrigued you may want to first read the article to see if you’re on board for the book.

One last thing: all five of those books above I checked out from the library – either Kindle or audiobook versions. The links above all go to Amazon, but there still is a thing called a public library and they’ve taken great strides in keeping up with our digital consumption. Just sayin’. 

The Umbrella Academy
Netflix
Both Umbrella Academy and the below Russian Doll have a lot of buzz around them, so it’s not like I’m uncovering buried treasure here. That said, Umbrella Academy follows a family of superheroes who have gone their separate ways since their childhood crime-fighting time. They get back together after their father dies and must work to figure out how to stop the impending end of the world. Great characters, great action, great music. Here’s the trailer.

Russian Doll
Netflix
This one is a little more abrasive. I’m not giving away anything to say it’s a Groundhog Day-type time-loop, but that’s all I’ll say about the plot because it’s best if you go into it knowing as little as possible. I will say, though, give it a chance – hold on through at least episode 3. Fern and I started watching it and weren’t through the first episode before I was thinking “I’m not sure I give a crap about this character…” Hang in there. There’s eight half-hour episodes, and the build and payoff is well worth it. Extremely enjoyable. But I’m not even going to post the trailer here. Seriously, just watch.


Five Things This Week: week 8

Getting back in the swing of things, and some of these links were collected, well, between now and the last FTTW post.

1

150 Minutes of Hell
SF Chronicle 
Amazing piece about the Carr Fire. This article is a testament to the strength of journalism and the way traditional print journalism is adapting to multimedia. Unlike their ad-laden SFGate, the Chronicle-proper has a paywall. That said a) they give you a few reads free and b) you can do an end-round by pasting the link into an Incognito browser window. Shhh!

2

He was told his father walked out in 1961. Then he started digging up the basement.
Washington Post
What did he find int he basement?! Come on, of course you know what he found in the basement from that headline! But I love this because it’s so made-for-TV and yet so blase, so matter-of-fact. And in the end, while there’s evidence of a crime, it’s extremely unlikely we’ll ever know what happened – the people who likely have the answers are dead. Makes me wonder what’s next? What happens when you answer the question you’ve held for decades and now you only have a partial answer and that’s all you’re ever going to get?

3

Meet the Safecracker of Last Resort
The Atlantic
I freakin’ LOVE this guy. This is the kind of weird character that I can’t get enough of. I want to shadow this guy now! 



4

The Mad Scramble to Claim the World’s Most Coveted Meteorite
Wired
When rocks from space fall to earth, people go a little crazy….



5

How I Started Making Fake Snow and Turned My Place Into a Ski Resort
Popular Mechanics
Finally, have I mentioned my man-crush for Ezra Dyer here? If I haven’t, let me explain I first came upon his writing when he was a contributor and then columnist in (the best) car magazine Automobile. His writing is casual, emotional, and always funny. Sure, he filed reviews of cars on the regular, but he also wrote a great feature about building his own WRC track on an empty parcel of land in New England. He’s my kind of crazy. Lately, he’s been the car editor at Popular Mechanics, and sometimes files crazy pieces like this. And by crazy I mean crazy like a fox. 

I Completely Forgot… And That’s Just Fine

Jack’s picture I’m gratuitously stealing.

Yesterday I:

  • Woke up next to a beautiful woman who I love very much.
  • Got to work a few minutes late… but stayed longer than I should have.
  • Stopped by REI to look at portable camp chairs and noticed an out-of-season black and yellow butterfly flittering outside the store.
  • Cleaned up the mess the trash pandas made of my garbage can before the garbage truck came.
  • Took Winston for a short walk and fed him and Kione.
  • Installed a monitor on an articulating arm.
  • Watched YouTube videos from my favorite overlander and woodworker.
  • Intended to write last night, but instead played some video games when the muse deserted me.
  • Talked to Fern on her way home.
  • Got to bed at a reasonable time and fell asleep with my cat and dog.

I didn’t realize that yesterday, February 19, was the five year anniversary of my mom’s death until this morning when I saw my brother, Jack, sent a picture of the stunning sunset he enjoyed in Maui, explaining it had rained all day but mom brought that to a close in order to present them with the gorgeous fiery explosion of the setting sun through fractured clouds above the darkening sea.

I believe that, too.

And I don’t feel bad about not thinking about that day five years ago when she died – and I don’t think she’d want it differently. There was only one thing positive on that day and that was that my whole family stood together and we were all able to be present when the time came for my mom to slip off into the world beyond. We bore witness and showered her with all the love she had given us for so many years. When I look back on that day, that’s the sun bursting through the stormy clouds.

But I didn’t reflect on that day yesterday. I though of my mom, though. I still do everyday in ways big and small. Five years hence, and the grief waves have calmed, though the rogue wave still comes out of nowhere to just swamp me…

Every time the first day of October comes around I do inevitably remember that day in 1991 when I got the news that my dad had died. But I chalk that up to that moment indelibly seared into the emotionally developing mind of a seventeen year old, but even more I attribute that to the fact that it was the first day of the month and really super memorable. February 19th? You’d be hard pressed to randomly pick arbitrary day out of the year.

Only it’s not arbitrary any more, is it? Well, if I imagine my mom visited us yesterday to check in on us all I don’t think she’d be upset that I spent yesterday doing ordinary things, that I thought of her but didn’t recall that stormy day five years ago. I imagine she did check in on all of us in turn, and seeing things were normal, proceeded across the storm-tossed Pacific to Jack and Jenny and their families visiting Hawaii where she wouldn’t abide the weather and decided to put on a hell of a show and Jack snapped some stunning pictures of the event, shared them with all of us, and made me at peace with remembering that I didn’t dwell on the storm that had passed. No, it’s all about the colors.