Archive for June, 2011

Friday 5: Summer Blockbusters.


2011
06.24

Summer Blockbusters brought to you by Friday5.org.

1. What transformation do you undergo on summer Fridays at midnight?
I guess I turn into “Dad,” getting ready for the weekend and trying to scramble to find out what cool things to take my kid to. Then again, that’s year ’round.

2. What super power do the kids in your neighborhood seem to have?
Super power? The teens have the super power of being able to walk normally in skinny jeans with their whole boxer-covered butt showing. But can they run? Hmm. Maybe that’s their kryptonite.

3. Who (or what!) is your nemesis in these warm summer days?
The heat. I started disliking summers sometime after 19 yrs. old, and I’ve been dreaming of living in San Francisco or Seattle since. Or anywhere where it never gets above 65 Degrees Fahrenheit.

4. What is your trustiest weapon against the evil heat monster?
Ice cold water. Lots and lots of water. That Costco Vita-Rain stuff is great too—zero calories, even.

5. What seems to be invading your life lately, and how will you fend it off?
The inability to finish the artsy, creative stuff I’ve started. I have to be like Nike and “Just Do It.”

Totally Spaced Out.


2011
06.17

As a child whose mind constantly travelled to galaxies far, far away (and still does today), there was probably no better place to play in the ’70s than local playgrounds and schoolyards on L.A.’s Westside, which were usually outfitted with a variant of one of these (courtesy of Plaid Stallions):

Yes, the almighty multi-stage rocket ship was the veritable beacon of ’70s playgrounds, and by far the most popular amongst the kids. Boys and girls of all ages loved climbing up through the stages and sliding down that long, lustrous zinc metal slide (which served as both a sizzling hotplate and blinding mirror in the summer time), while others (like myself) tried their hardest to Bogart the topmost stage, where one could sit atop our world…and dream of traveling to other worlds. Sometimes there was even some sort of steering wheel fixture up there, as if to allow one to “drive” the rocket, although I could never figure out why a rocket would have one.

Apparently, Space-Themed Playgrounds were a big thing in the ’70s, and for good reason—we were ahead in the Space Race (insert “USA! USA!” patriotic chant here). In fact, rocket ships were so prevalent on L.A.’s Westside, I couldn’t remember when a park or schoolyard didn’t have one.

Lately, though, I did recover some old pictures of my playful pastime, and happily rediscovered another old dear friend—the Lunar Lander. You’ll see from the ad below that this was another marketed must-have for Space-Age sandboxes (also courtesy of Plaid Stallions).

The lunar lander, though maybe not as tall and imposing as the 3-stage rocket, did provide its own brand of extra-terrestrial entertainment. I especially loved its landing pads, and applauded the manufacturer’s effort to faithfully replicate a real lunar module in this aspect (um, yeah, not like that stupid steering wheel). Even the ladders leading up from the pads were convincingly stylized, and offered hours of otherworldly charm. Note that the aforementioned ad heralds a “new, safer design” which eliminated these ladders. Anyways, here’s a picture of yours truly, poised confidently within the “unsafe” original open ladder design, somewhere on Los Angeles’ Westside, circa 1976-’77.

Lunar Lander playground equipment

I really loved playing on the lunar lander. I remember allotting quite some time to dig the sand out from beneath the landing pads, perhaps hoping to find that the lander was indeed merely sitting atop the sandy martian surface, waiting for someone like myself to eventually cart it away into my own backyard. Of course, my fantasies were flushed by the rough, rocky surface of a concrete core which permanently grounded my beloved buddy to the earth. You’ll notice that the one in these photographs is not on top of sand, but rather that black, hard rubber jigsaw-pieced puzzle of safety that prevented us ’70s kids from cracking our heads open if we ever fell from the apparatus.

One odd aspect of the lander which I didn’t pay much mind to until now was the red shaft protruding from the middle of the craft. It looks to me now like a laser guidance system which would point out the precise location of landing and transmit its GPS coordinates to Command Control. Back then though, I wonder if I ever questioned why the manufacturer didn’t put a big thruster nozzle/cone in its place. Believe me, I was a total NASA nerd so I wouldn’t be surprised if I did.

Here’s another odd aspect of the photographs—what is that black briefcase doing on the playground?

Lunar Lander playground equipment

Sigh. Sadly enough, all of these galvanized giants would be extinct by the mid-’80s here in L.A., but will live forever (hopefully) here on Lefty Limbo and other sites like Plaid Stallions, dedicated to preserving delights from the most decadent decade ever.

Update: My friends, I am happy to say that I’ve found a real live surviving specimen of the rocket, and it’s nearby at Los Arboles/Rocketship Park in Torrance, CA. And get this—it’s got FOUR stages, that weird “steering wheel” thing, and a Lunar Lander right next to it! CLICK HERE to get there in Warp Speed!.

More drawings.


2011
06.07

Even more treasures unearthed from the now infamous That ’70s Box, which will surely continually be making headlines here at Lefty Limbo, until my scanner runs out of oil. I really think that box deserves a blog of its own. Eventually it shall have one. Meanwhile…

Star Wars Battle

By now, you should know that Star Wars was pretty much my everything from ’77 to ’79. What ’70s kid didn’t obsess over Star Wars?

Meanwhile, though, you may be happy to know that I did pursue more down-to-earth interests:

Join the Air Force.

But my mind would still constantly wander off into space:

Space 1999 Eagle 1

Who could blame me? I was a product of my environment.

Space:1999 Eagle One toy

How to Clean a Mac Keyboard with a Magic Eraser.


2011
06.03

I’m not much for the endorsement of consumer goods, but once in a great while, if I find something that works, and works well, then I really like to spread the news.

In today’s Information Age, I think it’s great to discover some good, useful information when surfing the net, and I’m especially sure other busy dads and parents agree, when they’re using their precious few free moments to try to scour the web for whatever tidbit of knowledge that would make their lives easier.

And today, I’d like to introduce you to one particular product which has done just that—Mr. Clean’s Magic Eraser.

We’ve all heard a thousand and one gimmicky slogans which leave us wondering, “Man, does that really work?” And hey, sometimes they do. But often, there’s a catch. We find ourselves saying, “Well yeah, it works…BUT…”

Well in the case of the Magic Eraser, I so far have yet to see the drawback.

Case in point: I recently adopted a mac keyboard which, though operating, needed a serious facelift. Here’s a glamour shot:

mac meets magic eraser: Before

What, not close enough for you? Ok, let’s zoom in.

mac meets magic eraser: Before

You know how they have on cereal box fronts, “Enlarged to show texture?” Well, there’s some great texture for you.

Now I’d heard about the Magic Eraser in the Mac Rumors forums. It seemed to be quite the popular item amongst those who wanted to give their macs a good rubdown. I had to laugh at the name, though. Magic Eraser. I was like, “Dood, yeah right.” So while on our latest trip to the grocery store for sustenance, I picked up a box ($3.99 for two pads at Albertson’s). After the kid was fast asleep, I decided to give it a whirl.

On the box it says to wet and squeeze the pad 3-4 times to activate the cleansing solution within, and I did just that, being careful on the 4th time to squeeze nearly virtually all the water out and blot it dry with a paper towel.

I started on the spacebar and rubbed the pad’s edge very gently on its surface. What seemed to be a stubborn stain totally disappeared nearly instantly. I mean, to the extent that I even held the pad up to my face and muttered, “wtf??!” So I lightly applied to the rest of the keys, starting from the left to the right.

You may remember me from my Cleaning my Atari 2600 article (by far the most popular post on my blog). If you do, then you’ll know how much TLC I put into cleaning my beloved electronic equipment. So there I was, careful at first not to apply too much pressure and only using the edge of the pad to clean. Then I figured, why not just use broad strokes with the face of the pad to really get the job done? So I did, and the results were absolutely amazing. Take a look for yourself:

mac meets magic eraser: after

No Tom Foolery here folks, what you see is really what you get. I didn’t go into Photoshop and clone all the good-looking brushed aluminum parts and clean keys. No, that gleaming Gig Rig truly is the product of some darn good product. Here’s a far shot of the keyboard with the Magic Eraser pad that I used. And this is before the detailing. That Magic Eraser soaked up that sludge like a sponge in just a few seconds, with hardly any effort at all. It was unreal.

mac meets magic eraser: after

Here’s an even better shot of the keyboard. Remember, this was accomplished in a matter of seconds. It wasn’t one of those “You can do it put your back into it” deals. No siree, this was some real magic.

mac meets magic eraser: after

Believe me, as cynical as I am, afterwards I was telling myself, “Watch. In a few seconds all the keys are going to bubble up and melt from the acid which I just applied. What the heck were you thinking, using a bathroom cleaner on your mac?” So I sat and waited in suspenseful silence, and nothing happened. The cool thing is, too, the Magic Eraser leaves behind a fresh, clean scent, not one of ammonia and/or other chemically-induced coma cleaner smells.

So thank you, Mr. Clean. You’ve got one satisfied customer here, and a product that truly lives up to its name.*

*The preceding was actual, unpaid testimony from an actual consumer. No actors were used in this blog post. Disclaimer: Despite claims of an absolutely terrific product, the author of this post hereby claims no responsibility for any damage, harm, or outright annihilation of any product, person or pet as a result of Mr. Clean’s Magic Eraser. Use this product at your own risk.

Rest.


2011
06.03

What is sleep?

Is it a blissful slumber
oblivious to the world
and its problems and shortcomings
a peaceful silence
until we wake again

Or is it induced
by chemicals
and mercy
until one no longer feels
their problems and shortcomings
until they wake
again?

What is sleep?

How do we know
one is sleeping
just by seeing them
breathe with their eyes closed

Can they hear us?
Can they see us
gathered around
in an uneasy silence
hoping they’ll wake
but knowing they won’t?

Are they laughing
while we cry

Are they in a state
so serene
that if they could
they’d beg us to
join them?

Where do they go
when they wake
do they wait for us
Or is all forgotten
as they see the world
in the eyes of another

I wish I knew
as fascinated as I am
with the endless
possibilities
my tears sting
as I follow the ritual
of a religious
god-fearing upbringing
yet now
of a god that I’m not
even sure exists

Why?

As holy as it seems
as pure as we’re
supposed to be
why are we
betrayed by
the loss of
the ones
we love

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