Rorschach’s Journal

I love The Watchmen. The graphic novel, the movie, and the Series. Each in their way.

I rented the Ultimate Cut on VUDU. It has the comic within the comic horror story Black something or other. Reminds me of Heavy Metal from 80s.

Ah! Black Freighter! The Director’s Cut is definitely faster paced. This one, Ultimate Cut is closer to source material.

Anyway

The movie was my first introduction to the story. Loved the style. Loved the music. If you were alive in the 80s, this alternate reality is self-consistent. It didn’t happen, but it could have. At least within superhero-allowed universes. You have to give up a bit of reality, plausible deniability, to really get into a story. Especially when it gets into time, how the past led to the present, which leads to the future. I

Anyway, back to the movie. I’ve decided to write every day. Something. I won’t share everything, but I’ll try to be more bloggy. I can see comments. I’ll respond to comments and keep them between us, unless we want to share them to stimulate more conversation.

So I’ll share what I’m working on. Or at least what I’m thinking about. October! The BEST time to be a teacher.

Anyway

“There is good, and there is evil. And evil must be punished. In this I will not compromise.” -Rorschach from The Watchmen

I’ll meet you 1/2 way!

Look, I get it. I would be frustrated too if I was talking to someone who thought they were always right. But I am.

I’m always right. Until I’m wrong. Then I get corrected. Then I’m right again!

Anything we disagree about, I’ll meet you 1/2 way. But if I say, “Wanna bet?” I think you are wrong and I’m right. So much so that I’m willing to put my money where my mouth is.

I started writing about how awful the emotion Shame is. But it’s not ready for publication. 💩

Thank you to my mother for providing the landing spot I needed! I’ve spent enough time in this cave! Time to start planning my return to California.

Her faith in her Prodigal Son, 😉 has produced the win/win for us. I get debt free, she makes money. Win/win!

I’m staying in Texas until the Total Solar Eclipse on April 8, 2024. Hope to see you there!

My mom bought glasses for the upcoming eclipse! It’s going to be on 10/14/2023. It’ll be a good practice run for me to plan for 4/8/24.

Thoughts while I go to sleep?

I’ve been trying to decide what I want to write about. Or more accurately, what I should write about. Whenever I think about writing I get stuck trying to choose one thing.

It seems pointless. What do I want to accomplish by writing? Am I looking to convince others to what I believe to be true? Do I just want to entertain? Am I writing for myself or for others? So, I end up writing nothing.

So, tonight as I lay here in bed in my one bedroom apartment I want to write about my life so far. I’m dictating this into my phone. For several months now I’ve had a hard time getting to sleep. This has never been a problem for me before. I suspect it’s because it’s been a long time since my life has been stable.

I’m waiting for my divorce to be final. It’s been a year and a half since my wife filed. While it’s been almost a year since we agreed on the specifics, there’s been a paperwork snafu at the courthouse which has prolonged this ordeal. In turn this continuation of the limbo I’ve been living in has put me in a precarious financial position. I haven’t been able to plan for the future. I live month to month. So I think the stress of this uncertainty contributes to my difficulty getting a good night’s sleep.

I’m 60 years old. I spend a lot of time wondering what’s going to end up killing me. It’ll most likely be some kind of cancer. I don’t want it to be some kind of stupid accident. But then again, I don’t want a long drawn out illness either. If I’m lucky I’ve probably got about 20 years left. What will those 20 years be like?

I can already tell that I don’t think as well as I used to. I avoid complex decision making. I have the same memory problems that people that are aging are prone to. But I also have some cognitive issues when it comes to motivation to take care of basic needs.

For instance, it’s a major undertaking to just do the dishes, sweep the floors, or put away laundry. It’s just me here and I don’t really care about them. Except of course when someone wants to come over and visit and then I’m embarrassed by it.

John Cougar Mellencamp wrote in Jack and Diane, “…Life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone.” That’s how I’m feeling nowadays. I can hear the objections from others, but for me, life is getting monotonous.

I believe I’ve already fulfilled my life’s purpose. Procreation. The purpose of life is to pass on your genetics to the next generation. If you fail to procreate, you failed in life. You failed the generations that led up to you. I don’t believe in life after death. I believe in death after death.

The only thing about me that has a chance of surviving my death is my DNA. In 100 years there won’t be any trace of me left. I will be like the great majority of people who have lived and died over the last 100,000 years. One of the nameless billions of individuals that have existed on this Earth.

So if I have 20 years left what do they hold for me? It looks to me now that it will be pretty bleak. Climate change is a problem that we’re only just now starting to address. We lost precious time because of the denial of politicians under the influence of corporations that would lose money if we made the necessary changes to avert the worst of it.

In the United States, one of our major political parties wants to usher in a new era of Fascism. With the changing demographics of our country, the republican party is becoming a minority party. So wherever they can, they are gaming the system in order to stay in power, and rule as a minority. The next election in 2024 will be the most consequential in our nation’s history. If Donald Trump somehow gets to the White House, our democracy will come to an end. But it may be that, regardless of who wins the White House, our nation will become embroiled in a Civil War.

I’m not a prophet. I don’t have a crystal ball. So of course, my pessimistic outlook may be completely wrong. But this is what I believe and it keeps me up at night.

The Expanse

This sci-fi miniseries is into its 6th Season. I believe it has one more still to go but I’m not sure. It’s available on Prime Video for free if you already have Amazon Prime.

I’m currently at Season 2 Episode 3. I love how authentic the tech, politics, and cultures seem. It’s set several hundred years in the future. Mankind has expanded throughout the solar system. To the point that Mars and Earth have separate systems of government. And really cool spaceships and kickass Mars Marines. Both sides are itching for a fight. Then there are the Belters.

Belters inhabit the asteroid belt. That’s farther out from the sun than the orbit of Mars. It’s thousand (millions?) of rocks that orbit the sun between the orbits of Mars and Jupiter.

After generations of living in a low gravity environment, they’ve evolved a bit. Their differences in physiology from “Earthers” is significant enough that Earth’s gravity is used as a form of torture on them

I started watching this though not because of its quality, but simply because the name of the heroes’ spaceship is Rocinante. If you’re a Rush fan you recognize that name immediately! The writers hooked me just with that.

Fortunately it’s a well written, acted, and paced sci-fi /political /sexy /drama. I highly recommend it!

What got me to write about it was the episode I was just watching. Because in it, there is a spaceship called the Nauvoo. Now, if you are familiar with the LDS Church, you recognize that name! The ship is awesome. What really made me chuckle was how close to home it hit.

There’s a scene where one of the lead characters is talking to an Elder in a church waiting area. He’s being given a 3D tour of the ship that’s being built. I don’t want to give away any spoilers, but his reaction to it was something I could definitely emphasize with. It made me think how much would I agree to so I could ride, and raise my family, in that ship?

Anyway, LDS or not, this is a reliably good series. So far. It does have nudity. Close your eyes if you’re squeamish. 😉

So What?

This is my third try at writing a paragraph and it isn’t going well. I can’t seem to get my thoughts in order. I sat down to write something. At first I was going to write about my day. I deliver for Amazon. I was going to write about what I saw and thought about. But it was so choppy I deleted it. Then I thought I’d write about the mind and soul. But I couldn’t figure out how to start or even what my point was going to be.

So here’s my third attempt. I’m writing about why I struggle with writing. Just writing this much has helped me see that if I want to write, I better have at least a topic in mind. But more than that, I need to actually want to write because I have something to say and not because I want to accomplish something.

Ok. Here’s the thing. I don’t have hope for the future. Either mine or the whole planet for that matter. This lack of hope has several causes. So I’m going to try and get them down before they elude me. Again.

First, my life has taken some crappy turns and left permanent scars. Everyone has pain and misfortune in their life. So I don’t claim to have had an especially hard life. There are billions of people who I’m sure would love to trade their problems for mine. But I can only report what I’ve seen and done. I’ve arrived at 60 with steamer trunks of baggage. I am not normal. I’m damaged. I am deeply cynical about life and what it’s for.

Secondly, I’m an atheist. I don’t believe there is such a thing as a soul. So I don’t believe that I am going to survive after I die. Whatever years are left to me, they number less than the ones I’ve lived already. I am declining. Mentally and physically. Yes I exercise and am on prescribed medications for what ails me. But everything we try to do to prolong our life is doomed to failure. As Jim Morrison said, “Nobody here gets out alive.”

Lastly, the world we live on and the culture we live in is failing. Just looking at the news we see political and social unrest. There’s climate change, war, disease, and a host of other problems we seem unable or unwilling to solve.

Now don’t think I just sit around dressed in black lamenting about the unfairness of it all. I enjoy being alive. I like watching how things evolve. I see the beauty in nature. I’m inspired by great music and great ideas. I love my family and what few friend(s) I have.

But fundamentally, it’s all going to end some day. All attempts at progress are futile. Even if thousands of years from now we’ve developed into a multi-planetary society and have cured all forms of cancer there is no hope for the future. Why?

Because the Universe, like everything else, had a beginning, has a present, and will have an end. We live in a special time where there is light. We can see the other stars and galaxies around us now. But someday, billions of years from now, the Universe will expand to the point that anyone alive on a planet won’t be able to see any other star. The night sky will be completely black. Someday in the far distant future the last star will collapse on itself and the light of the Universe will be extinguished.

So what? That’s hundreds of billions of years down the road! It’s the inevitability of it that gets me. Long before that, life will have been incinerated here on Earth. Our sun will in billions of years use up all of its hydrogen. The sun will expand engulfing Mercury and Venus and possibly the Earth too. Even if the Earth isn’t inside the sun it will be burnt to a cinder.

So what? That’s billions of years down the road! Life evolves. That includes humans. There weren’t humans a million years ago. There’s little reason to think there will be humans a million years from now. Our species will die out or become something new.

So what? That’s a million years down the road! If we’re lucky we might live to see 100 years of life. 100 laps around the sun. It’s very difficult for us to conceive of time scales in the millions or even thousands of years. But we know from archeology and geology that earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, and other cataclysmic events have occurred in the past and will occur again in the future.

So what? Hey! I could be wrong! In fact, I am almost certainly wrong about many things. Perhaps this world is a snow globe for God(s). We’re here and He’s there watching us go about our lives. Or maybe we’re in a simulation? We might just be a very complicated Sims game and I’m just a program that thinks I’m alive in a real world.

Wow. I have had this idea rolling around in my head for awhile. I guess it wanted to come out and say hi. I really thought I was going to write about driving for Amazon in Texas. But my brain wouldn’t let me write about that until I had unloaded this apparently. I’m driving again tomorrow if the weather isn’t too bad. I’ll try to write about that next time.

Starship (finally) flies

My first visit to Boca Chica was in April 2021. As a lifelong NASA nerd I was eager to see what SpaceX was up to. I couldn’t believe how close I could get to the launch site! You could drive down Hwy 4 and the rocket was right there on the other side of the fence! If you drove all the way to the beach and parked, you could climb over the sand dunes and have an unobstructed view of the facility. At that time only the first of the 8 huge ground support tanks had been installed. The orbital launch mount was just some big 3′ diameter cylinders sticking up out of the ground. SN15 (Starship serial number 15) was sitting on the suboribital pad.

It was scheduled to launch soon. It was going to fly up to about 10,000 feet. Then it would shut off it’s engines and pivot so it was parallel to the ground. This was to simulate a re-entry. It would fall back to Earth using it’s flaps to guide it back to the landing area. Then just before it was to hit the ground it would relight an engine, pivot back to an upright position, and land (as gently as possible). Hopefully without blowing up like it’s predecessors had.

It would eventually be successful, but not while I was there. SpaceX would spend the next two years getting ready for the main event. While Starship itself was impressive, it was never meant to fly by itself. It was 30 ft in diameter and 164 ft tall. But it would be stacked on a booster. While Starship has 6 engines, 3 for normal atmosphere and 3 for the vacuum of space, the booster would have 33! When stacked, the world’s most powerful rocket would stand nearly 400′!

First fully stacked Starship, with Booster 4 and Ship 20. They wouldn’t actually fly (Getty images)

During those 2 years, I watched the progress on YouTube. They had static fires of engines. They redesigned the piping for the fuel tanks. They pressurized tanks until they blew up. They just kept improving by trying new things to see if they’d work. Some things did, those that didn’t were redesigned. It was fascinating watching the process in real-time.

After several launch dates were announced and then rescheduled, by the beginning of April 2023, it looked like all the forms had been filed, all of the tests had been completed, and they were really going to “light this candle”! It was announced that April 17, 2023 at 8:20am Starship would make it’s first orbital flight attempt. After years of waiting, I was going to get my chance to see it live!

I got into my hotel on South Padre Island, TX around 3:30am on the 16th. I slept until noon. I knew they were going to close the road leading to the site at midnight, so I drove over to Boca Chica to see it up close.

I was eager to drive down hwy 4 and see the changes in person that I had seen on YouTube. Of course there were many more people that Sunday than 2 years before. The traffic was pretty bad. They already had the beach closed off, so I didn’t try to get on the dunes. In fact, I didn’t really see a place to park, so I just drove down, turned around, and drove back. It was disappointing that I couldn’t hang out and take some pictures, but what I saw was still impressive!

SN15 only had a band of black heat resistant tiles wrapped around it’s waist back in 2021. SN24 which was stacked on Booster 7 was nearly completely covered in the black octagonal tiles it would rely on to protect it during the fiery re-entry into Earth’s atmosphere. It contrasted starkly with the smooth silver sides of the booster. It was thrilling to think that soon that huge monster of a rocket was going to fly. I couldn’t wait!

It was hard to get to sleep that night, but I immediately got up when the alarm went off! I didn’t want to pay the $20 for parking at Isla Blanca Park, so my plan was to walk there. It was the closest unobstructed view of the launch that I knew of. I headed off with my binoculars and folding chair to find a place to watch from.

It was a 2 mile walk. I thought that wouldn’t be a problem. It wasn’t! Walking there, that is. It was walking back that was the Bataan Death March for me. Man am I out of shape!

Anyway I got there about an hour before scheduled liftoff. I found a nice place just off the path with just a few people in front of me. It wouldn’t matter once the countdown got to zero. We were about 5 miles from the rocket. It was clearly visible in my binoculars. It looked different from the day before. Now it had a nice frosty coat of ice around the tanks full of super-cooled liquid methane and liquid oxygen. It had billowing clouds of white vapor venting from the sides as it waited like a chained dragon to leap into the sky.

One thing I hadn’t counted on was the lousy 5G cell service. Thousands of people were all trying to stream the coverage at the same time. I couldn’t get any updates. I could hear some of the coverage from other people’s phones who had better luck than I did. It got to about T -40 seconds, when they had to scrub the launch. Dang it! Here we go again!

The walk back was excruciating. I had to stop several times to rest. My legs were just aching all the way up to my back. By the time I got back to my room, I just collapsed on the bed and slept for a few hours.

One of the positive outcomes of pushing the launch to the 20th was that my brother in law David would be able to come down to south Texas and join me. I got us a room at a different hotel than I’d stayed in earlier. It was closer (and nicer!).

When he got there we drove over to Boca Chica to see the construction area and launch pad. Unfortunately it was past dark and they didn’t have a lot of light. It was hard to see anything. Bummer!

There’s a rocket there

After we got back to the hotel we made our plans for the following morning’s launch. Since David was a disabled veteran, I knew he’d be able to park for $5 instead of $20. So we wouldn’t have to walk nearly as far as I had on Monday.

The next morning we got up early and headed over to Isla Blanca park. We were early enough that we got a decent parking place. We then grabbed our chairs and headed for the beach.

We took our chairs and set up on the beach with a mostly unobstructed view of the rocket. It was a little foggy, but really, not too bad. Through the binoculars I could see the clouds of vapor as they fueled the rocket.

David and I

Once again, I couldn’t stream the coverage of the launch so I wasn’t sure what the status was. I caught some of the chatter around me and knew that everything was going smoothly. It must’ve been about T-40 seconds or so when they had a pause in the countdown. I was afraid we were going to have another scrub.

But the hold lasted only a few minutes and they started the countdown back up again. A loud cheer erupted from the crowd and I got my binoculars out and started to record on my phone.

As I write this it’s been more than a month since the launch. I’m trying to remember details but that’s a hard task for someone with the memory I’m cursed with. But I’ll give it my best shot.

I remember looking through the binoculars and seeing an orange glow illuminating the Starship from below. Huge billowing clouds of exhaust rolled out and grew as 30 of its 33 engines tried to lift 6 million pounds of rocket and fuel off the launch pad.

I remember watching Saturn V launches and how slow the rocket would rise as it began its journey to the moon. I knew from watching previous videos that it would take 8 seconds from when the first engines were ignited to when they were all at full power and the hold down clamps would be released. But it was strange watching all of that fire and fury, but no movement.

Then the sound arrived. The crowd was cheering wildly, but I don’t remember hearing them after the wall of sound hit us. If you’ve ever seen a rocket launch on video, there’s a kind of crackling sound that rockets produce. But nothing compares to being there. Because you FEEL IT! It hits your chest and you’re just in a state of awe. So much power!

As the rocket finally started to climb, I tracked with my binoculars in my left hand and braced my phone against them with my right. Although it started slow (and a little tilted?) it quickly gained speed and altitude. I noticed an occasional green streak of exhaust as it climbed. This meant that some of the engines were failing. I started to become concerned that it wasn’t going to make it. I was almost looking straight up at it, my body bending and twisting to keep it in view. Was it going to fall out of the sky?

After a few minutes it was hard to see what it was doing. Something was wrong. It was tumbling. The Starship was supposed to separate from the booster and ignite its own engines. That never happened. It remained stubbornly connected. Eventually they triggered the destruct mechanism and it exploded. I don’t know if I actually saw it explode. It was pretty high up and it was hard to make out what was going on.

Lift off!

I’d been waiting for this launch for quite awhile. I’ve been following the development of Starship for years now. While it was definitely exciting, I haven’t been able to shake the feeling that it was a let down.

You see I’ve spent the last year planning to get an RV so I could travel between Florida, California, & Texas. I thought I would spend my retirement chasing launches of Starships and Falcon Heavy(s). Maybe I still will. After all, this was not a very successful test, so maybe a successful one would be twice as awesome? Also, one of the greatest things about SpaceX is the booster comes back and lands to be refurbished and reused. However, with the Starship booster there’s going to be a twist. They’re not going to return with landing legs. They’re going to catch it with huge mechanical arms! Now that will be a show!

The reason I’m so excited for this particular rocket is what they’re planning to do with it. First, it’s going to be the lander for the next moon mission Artemis. That’s pretty cool. But that’s just the start.

They’re building a factory to produce Starships on an assembly line. When they’ve finished developing it with prototypes, they’re going to make hundreds of these monsters! The factory will be able to crank out 1 new Starship every three days! Why do they need that many? Because we’re going to Mars! Not just to plant a flag and collect some rocks. This is to colonize Mars. Millions of tons of supplies and thousands of people! If I’m still alive I’m volunteering to go. I don’t know if they’ll want old people up there, but it couldn’t hurt to ask!

Superstition Ain’t the Way

“When you believe in things you don’t understand, you suffer. Superstition ain’t the way.”

-Stevie Wonder

For tens of thousands of years, superstition was an inefficient but useful way for humans to stay alive. Being the most intelligent animals on the planet, we learned that effects followed causes even if we didn’t understand why. Eventually we came up with our own explanations that made sense to us. These became superstitions.

However, superstitions were different for different groups because they were isolated from one another. They were also different because they weren’t true. A true explanation is true for everyone. As groups intermingled, their competing superstitions would change over time as old superstitions fell out of favor and new ones rose up to take their place. Over millennia, superstitions were propagated and became “the Truth” for the believers of their superstitions.

For a brave few, superstitious explanations weren’t good enough. While comforting in their own way, they didn’t always work. They couldn’t be relied on to predict what was coming. They conflicted with others, so how were you to know which were true? Gradually, over generations, other ways of explaining why things happened began to appear. Culminating eventually into the Scientific Method.

The Scientific Method has revealed the Universe that used to be hidden from us. What used to be considered vengeful or beneficial acts of mysterious superior beings, are now understood as the consequences of fundamental discoverable natural forces and laws. We are essentially identical to those intelligent, but ignorant and superstitious first humans who cowered in caves when the earth shook or lightning crashed. What is different? Our scientific understanding of the world around us.

Science is the most reliable path to truth humans have ever discovered. The improvements in health, standard of living, and knowledge that we enjoy today are due almost exclusively to the application of the Scientific Method to what used to be the inscrutable mysteries that surrounded us.

This progress in understanding has had to fight against superstition every step of the way. That struggle continues, and the forces of ignorance show no signs of giving up gracefully. The leaders of Superstition owe their positions, power, and prestige to the ignorance they promote. The followers of Superstition face the loss of community and harmony if they dare stray from established dogma and question core Beliefs.

Today we are on the brink of a new age of scientific exploration and discovery. We are also at the brink of a planetary societal collapse brought on by climate change, overpopulation, and the wars of ignorance between believers of different Superstitions. The anti-science war waged by the leaders of ignorance will doom us to return to cowering in our caves if we don’t stand up and fight for Truth. I beg you to let go of your ignorance and superstition. It makes us all suffer. There’s a way to overcome the challenges of the future, and superstition ain’t it.

Inspired by Derek

Well I’ve finally entered the 21st century, 11 years late. I feel like I need an outlet for my thoughts. I don’t get to talk to people about politics, religion, and such. I don’t have much experience with blogs. I know of them, but haven’t followed any.

I plan on writing about what I think and feel. Sort of treating this as a diary that I’m sharing with the world.

At this moment I’m at one of my son’s chess tournaments. He loves playing in these, but doesn’t really practice much. He likes the competition and camaraderie of being on a team. If I was more focused on my children’s success I would spend more time coaching and making him practice. But I let my kids find their own way. If I was more convinced that I knew what was best for them I’d take a firmer stand.

I spend a lot of time looking for news, photos or videos of my dead son-in-law Derek. He died Dec. 6th, 2010 a day before his first son was born. He was shot in the head by a sniper in Sangin, Afghanistan. It’s the worst tragedy I’ve had to deal with. I hope that he didn’t suffer. But his absence has left a huge hole in the fabric of the lives of the people that new him. The background picture of my phone is of him and my daughter smiling at the camera. What every father wants for his daughter is for her to meet and marry someone who makes them happy. Someone that they can build a life with and share themselves with. Someone who helps them become a better person. He was all of that and more for Kait. The sense of loss I have for what should have been has been debilitating for me.

Derek is the inspiration for this. One night after talking with him, I can’t remember the details of the conversation, he said, “You should write a book!” At first I thought he was pulling my leg, but he insisted I should. For months after that I wondered what would I write? What about our conversations did he enjoy? Was he saying it just to make points with his father-in-law? But after his death, I read a quote of his. I don’t know if it originated with him but he said, “Don’t look down on a man unless you’re offering your hand to help him up.” He was a natural leader by all accounts of the people that new him. He inspired people to do more. So I trust that he wanted me to do something with these thoughts that rattle inside my head. I don’t think he would agree with a lot of what I want to say, but as the saying goes, he’d fight to death for my right to say it. And as is typical of Derek, he didn’t just say it, he did it.