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The path of wisdom

I recently finished Cheryl Strayed’s travel memoir, “Wild“, and I thoroughly recommend it.  Just a very brief synopsis, it recounts her 3 month-long journey along the Pacific Crest Trail after the death of her mother.

I also saw the movie and both the book and movie made me realize that I kind of miss camping and hiking; two activities that I used to do quite a lot in my younger days.

These activities combine a couple of aspects of life that I enjoy.  First is a feeling of freedom that is hard to match in any other setting or situation.  Out in the wilderness you are no longer bound by the labels and situations that might define you in the “real” world.  A person can leave behind the labels of office worker or family member or that person at the book club and become just an individual human being.  You define yourself as who you want to be and as you are able to.  Which leads me to the second aspect that I like.

In the wild you survive as you are able to.  Without any supporting structures or artificial constructs.  Whatever you need to live you either bring with you, make, or do without.  Kind of harsh?  Of course! But that’s why it’s called roughing it.  Not only do you pit your physical strength, but your ingenuity, and your mental toughness against the environment to come out on top.  It’s like an all body and all aspect workout.  If you do it right you end up moderately comfortable, if not you end up uncomfortable and maybe miserable but you learn something about yourself along the way.

Which goes into another aspect about camping and hiking which is that it really does stress you and bring out hidden strengths and weaknesses out to the surface and you are forced to exploit those newly revealed strengths or have to deal with these hitherto unknown weaknesses.  These newly found skills and strengths can be put to use immediately or saved up to take advantage of at a future date and the newly discovered weakness can be purged before they become  a problem in your normal life.

Sitting in front of a fire late at night is a meditative experience. None of the distractions of life, the noise, the superfluous and banal thoughts of daily life are filtered out by the physical experience and get left behind.  The more important, primal, and central thoughts of your existence take center stage.

Solitude has the effect of acting as a catalyst for original thinking.  You are left with only your own mind and your own self to keep you company and you are forced to come up with new ideas and new thoughts to keep you occupied.  You begin to realize what the important parts of your life really are.

The concept of physical privation and struggle to attain a higher state of either greater mental or spiritual strength is not new nor unique to any particular culture or time and place.  Many cultures in the past have had something similar either for young individuals to experience as an inauguration into adulthood or for the philosopher or shaman to act as a revelatory episode and step into the next world.

In the post modern and more urban world that we inhabit however this becomes harder if not impossible for an individual to experience anymore.  Not only are the locations for such experiences becoming harder to access but the tradition and structures that encouraged and guided such meditations are really becoming rarer and harder to find.  Being alone and contemplative is passively if not actively discouraged in our society.

We just don’t seem to have time for this anymore. Which is a shame really. For such experiences are necessary at least for some individuals to realize new truths and to think new thoughts.

Is it for everyone? No. Some people are just not cut out for this type of journey. Maybe they’re not up to it physically or maybe they would find it mentally daunting. But I think for some people it is something necessary to experience from time to time to give their lives some clarity and focus.  A literal and figurative path for their lives to follow.

Plans and goals for the new year

2014.

I had a good year.  No doubt about it.  I had it laid out and planned and it worked.  Not to perfection, no.  But a good-sized chunk worked out for me.

Now how do you top that?  The fear, the doubt in the pit of my stomach is that you can’t.  I’ve been planning, dreading, stressing about this off and on since around October.  Before, during, and after my vacation I devoted a lot of time to this and finally round the end of December I got it all together in a master document.  Even typed it out, which I normally don’t.  Normally I write it all out in handwritten form in a notebook.

Here we are 4 days into the new year and already a couple of key aspects of the plan have been radically changed by events in the last few days.  Goes to show that you should always make plans and goals as flexible as possible.

Wouldn’t go as far as saying that things are wrecked but it definitely needs a radical rethink on my part.

Some things obviously will stay on track.

My health goals are going to move forward.  It’s weird.  In the last month I’ve met up with five people who I haven’t seen in over a year and they all remark on how much weight I’ve lost.  Gratifying, but I know that I have a long way to go yet and that I can’t let up.  If anything, this year I intensify. So that’s the most solid part of the plan.

But my career and financial goals need to be reconsidered.  I have to be vague here, sorry.  Partly because it is a private matter but mostly cause I haven’t worked out the dynamics of the situation yet.  I’ll be honest, I’ve gotten about 6 hours of sleep for the entire weekend and I’m writing this around 2 in the morning on a Sunday morning cause I couldn’t get to sleep.

I worry that if I don’t get this settled quickly that the rest of the plan will unravel. Writing this out in the blog helps me think though honestly no great pearls of wisdom have emerged thus far.  2015 could be such a huge success or a huge disaster depending on how things play out.  Maybe a more conservative strategy and hold some things off till 2016 or mayberisk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss” and see what happens.  Hopefully I’ll come up with some answers soon.

Sometimes you have to go on trust

I’m looking straight up at a ceiling light.  I’m at my favorite barber shop and I’m about to get a razor shave.  The barber slathers some sort of alcoholic lotion on my face and then covers my face up with a steaming hot towel.  I can feel the capillaries and arteries in my face thumping and pulsing with blood as he covers me up. It’s supposed to make my face more pliable and easier to shave.  Somewhere behind me I can hear the wheet wheet of a leather strop.

Admittedly this is something of an extravagance in these days of electric shavers and disposable razors.  But sometimes in your private or professional life you need to have an outside eye to get a better perspective on a situation or to complete a task.  Trimming a beard is just such an occasion.

I normally trim and take care of my own whiskers.  But over time I find that my beard gets skewed or tilted to one side and you need someone else to look over the situation and fix what needs to be repaired.  Working in small shops for my entire career I have always worked with outside contractors and consultants; some good, some bad.  They are now a ubiquitous part of professional life in the modern business world.

The barber takes the towel off and dabs on plenty of shaving foam.  He’s not my normal barber.  I usually get the shop owner to do this but he’s busy working two chairs over.  The shop is packed with customers.  Guys talking about sports or politics or just gossiping.  The little blonde kid in the next chair over looking wide-eyed in my direction probably not believing that I’m about to let someone run a blade over my throat.

I have to admit I’m a little hesitant too as I’ve never worked with this barber before.  But I’ve known the shop owner for years and he wouldn’t hire a rookie so I must have faith and hope for the best.

It’s like that in business and in life sometimes.  You need help in something and someone, maybe a friend or business colleague, gives you a suggestion to follow or a recommendation.  You’ve no frame of reference to go on besides the fact that you know this person and he or she cared enough to give you this advice.  If you think that’s enough then you go ahead.

I’ve been in plenty of situations where I just don’t know enough about a subject or I don’t have the time or resources to do a particular job and I need the expertise or help from an outside source.  I then need to turn to my friends, colleagues and even acquaintances to steer me in the right direction.

The secret to shaving with a razor is little tiny scrapes.  Just a few inches at a time.  No need to rush.  The true professionals don’t need to be showy just precise.  If the person or company you hire out does a good professional job then that’s worth more than a hundred flashy business cards or a slick website.  The real professional doesn’t care about looking good but instead cares about the task at hand.

The crucial moment.  My throat.  That spot right over my carotid artery.  I try not to think about how my veins were thumping and pulsing a few minutes ago.  Trying not to breathe.  A steady hand and total concentration at this critical moment.  The essence of being a good consultant.  You need to be there for your client when and where you’re needed to finish the project or product or service when it’s needed.  Not tomorrow or later on but right at that moment.

The moment passes and everything’s okay now.

Now this barber has become a known quantity.  Now I can trust him to do this service for me in the future.  Hopefully that’s also true of the consultants that I trust for different projects.  But until they do prove themselves the only thing you have to go on is the word of a friend.  That’s where you have to trust that good people know good people and that your friend or colleague wouldn’t send you a bad recommendation.

That’s the moment you have to leave it all up to faith.

 

 

Does travel change you?

[Author’s note:  This is the next in a series of writing challenges first proposed to me by Leslie Farnsworth.  Leslie has organized and expanded the challenge to include a larger group of excellent blog writers.  Once per month, one member of the group will propose a topic and we will all give our own unique take on the subject.  This latest installment was proposed by Joan Johnson.  You may want to look at the other bloggers listed below to see what they came up with:]

The first trip that I can remember was the trip up from Colombia. I have moved around the Americas since I was born.  First from Chile to Ecuador and then from Ecuador to Colombia.  I remember nothing from those trips.

My father is a geologist and he was constantly being assigned new jobs in foreign places.  My family followed from one project to another.  Finally my dad was assigned to the States and we moved to the promised land of Houston and have lived there for the last 37 years and counting.

I arrived in the US on my feet.  I was about 6 at the time and we we’re landing at Miami international on a 747 back in 1977.  Back then stewardesses didn’t give a damn what you did so I unbuckled, stood up, braced myself between two seats in the isle and landed in the US along with the plane on my feet.  It was the start of a new adventure and I didn’t want to waste a second of it.

To me the US was a magical land.  The birthplace of my father, the country that sent astronauts to the moon, and where Mickey Mouse was from.  I wanted to see and do it all.  Of course there was one slight hold up.  I didn’t speak the language .

That was my first substantive change.  I had to retrain my mind in English.  I was assigned to first grade but could barely speak a word.  One day a lovely old lady, who was a teaching assistant, took me to the back of the classroom and using the flash cards meant for pre-K kids taught me the alphabet in English and how to pronounce the letters.

Now I can barely recall what it’s like to think in Spanish anymore. I can do it of course but it now takes a conscious effort.

Of course you can say that this doesn’t really qualify as “travel”.  It’s not like a vacation.  But to my seven-year old mind it was a vacation.  It wasn’t till the first couple of years had passed that I accepted it as my new living condition.

If you want a real trip type of experience I would have to say a field trip just before my senior year in college would qualify as life changing.  We were assigned to a small resort town in Colorado and did some field exercises in the rocky mountains.  A very pleasant and bucolic trip with no real bad incidents.  But what it did do for me is to give me a taste of the sorts of things that geographers did every day when they went about their research.

Before that geography was a dry scholarly pursuit.  A very sterile and lifeless exercise.  No reason to get your hands dirty but here we were getting to do research in the rawest and purest form.  All that data we were used to getting in packets or looking up in books in the library had to come from someplace and here we learned how it went.

Geography to most people means drawing maps, or looking at globes or whatnot but really it branches out into so many fields like botany, biology, soil sciences, geology, anthropology, and sociology and of course how these interact and shape each other.

Learning how the land shapes the climate which shapes the plants and then the animals and finally man who of course goes back and shapes all these too.  That’s geography.

I think that’s when I decided that this would be more than just a degree to get just any job.  It was here that I found that not only did I have the capability of doing this type of work but that I could get passionate about.  That is  when I went from being just another undergrad looking for a piece of paper to get me a job after college to being someone who cared about the thing he was studying.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

planes, surfing, horseback riding, and just relaxing. Vacation 2014 part 2

So in the last episode my travel partner and I had planned a trip together.  We had picked out Costa Rica and were on the verge of traveling.  We reasoned that the airport would not be too crowded on a Saturday and that it wouldn’t be too much of a problem to travel and we didn’t need to arrive two hours early.

I got to the airport and found the opposite.  Huge crowds waiting for us and everyone in the check in line had their own special problem.  By the time I got to the front they had closed the booking for the flight.  Luckily my travel buddy talked to one of the agents, explained the situation and got him to reopen the line for us.

But our day was just beginning.  We got on the plane and she said “Do you smell oil?”  Indeed we all did.  The hydraulic system on the plane had failed.  Everyone on board had to be shuffled off and we had to hike to another plane.  This in turn was delayed for take off.

One little thing after another seemed to delay us more and more.  We finally set our feet on the ground in San Jose about three hours late and had missed our original flight.  On top of that we had to search for our luggage.  We caught the next leg of the trip that would take us to the Nicosia peninsula.  The plane was a small prop plane.  That was a wonderful experience.

We landed in a tiny airstrip on the coast seemingly wrenched out of the surrounding jungle and found the hotel had sent a car to wait for us. A bumpy ride to say the least.  My friend didn’t look too good.  We hadn’t eaten all day and the van ride was aggravating.  But she’s a trooper and kept it together.

We arrived at night and really couldn’t see much of the property.  We got a fairly large villa with two bedrooms.  But what was needed more than anything was food.  That helped out the situation a lot.

On Sunday we got a good look round the property and planned our week.  The place has quite a range of activities.  Two things we picked out for the week were surfing and horseback riding for Monday.

Surfing.

Anyone that knows me, knows I’m not the “cowabunga, dude” or tribal arm band tattoo wearing, bro type of guy.  But surfing seemed to be one of the main activities on the coast.  After some good-natured cajoling by my partner, I decided to go for it.

My instructor, Miguel, was extremely patient with me.  He explained all the techniques gave me a lot of pointers and kept on wading out into the surf with me over and over again as I tried to get on the board and would inevitably fall off.  I finally hit my knee on an underwater rock and I decided that was it for me.  For the record I did get up on the board once…before falling off again.

But the fun wasn’t over.  We were both going horseback riding in the afternoon.  It turned out that Miguel was the guide for this too.  My partner is an excellent rider and was frequently ahead of everyone.  I on the other hand hadn’t been on a horse in thirty years.  We wound our way up hills and down valleys inside a huge ranch.  We finally ended up on the beach and rode for home.  A pleasant little ride and the best part was that I didn’t fall off.

I shouldn’t say that. No.

The best part has been relaxing with my friend.  She is just so wonderful to be with.  We’ve talked for hours and hours.  We’ve laid out on the beach reading and watched the sun set over the Pacific together.

We both needed this trip for our own personal reasons.  Life can get so overwhelming and tiresome at times.  It really warps you in a way.  But vacations serve the purpose of letting all those little knots untangle themselves naturally and allow you to find your balance once again.

The trip had a rough start but hopefully the rest of the journey will be a pleasant life affirming experience.

 

What’s your alignment?

From time to time people post all sorts of little quizzes and memes on social media.  One of the more prevalent ones deals with alignments such as what they had in boardgames like Dungeons & Dragons.

Some background.  In these boardgames you had to make up a character.  This reflected what values you wanted to represent in the game so you could be wise or strong or agile.  Further the game allowed you to customize the character by choosing your character’s outlook on life.  This was determined by two variables.

The first variable is fairly easy to understand.  Good, Evil, and Neutral.  Are you good or evil or somewhere in between. Are you the type of person that kicks puppies or rescues kittens out of trees or stops to consider what to do based on the situation.

The other variable is also somewhat self explanatory. Lawful, Chaotic, or again Neutral.  Do you follow the letter of the law in every situation?  See a rule and break it just because or again go with what your gut tells you to do.

These two variables form a matrix with nine elements and when you start mixing and matching elements you get some pretty interesting results to consider.

an alignment matrix using characters from popular movies and tv shows

An alignment matrix using characters from popular movies and TV shows as examples.

 

For example let’s consider lawful evil.  Wait, that’s possible, you ask?  Quite so and it makes for some extremely interesting and seemingly conflicted characters.  A person that believes that the rules of law and civilization must be followed but then turns around and uses that very law and order for evil purposes.  In many ways the scariest of the combinations.  Look at some of our own real world examples.  Hitler, several of the roman emperors, the Russian czars.  On a more local level think of a crooked city official or policeman that uses the law for his own corrupt purposes.

On the opposite side of the matrix is the Chaotic good.  Someone that doesn’t want to hurt anyone or do anything bad but just can’t seem to live by any sort of rules.  I think that describes a fair portion of the population, don’t you?  Hard to come up with world leaders for this combination as by definition they don’t work well within systems.  In the real world this would be your messed up friend that always means well and wants to help but his life is an eternal mess of unresolved issues and pending problems.

True neutral is a combination that gets mistaken for good neutral quite a bit.  I think it’s something that some people strive for but really don’t comprehend or consider the ramifications of that combination.  Sometimes you do good, sometimes you do bad, sometimes you follow the rules and sometimes you don’t.  The overriding consideration is how the situation will affect you personally and sometimes that will make you look like a heel.  Real world examples are kind of tough.  Thomas Jefferson comes to mind as he advocated rule of law but on the other hand he was a revolutionary.  He preached equality and brotherhood but owned slaves.  A character such as this would be a person that did what he needed to survive but occasionally did something good for others but with the understanding that it somehow benefited him.

So what am I?  Well when I was a kid and played this game I have to admit I always went for the lawful good.  Goody two shoes that I was.  It wasn’t till later in life that I had a chance to really sit down and think about all the implications of it all.  True neutral?  no.  Probably somewhere between neutral good and chaotic good

 

If it was easy everyone would…

I’ve been getting an education these last couple of months into some of the inner workings of real estate and banking.  I have a real estate side project that has finally begun to get going after being stalled out for a couple of months.

Sure it looked simple and easy in my head.  Just sign a couple forms, a little paperwork, and suddenly all your plans will move ahead and before you know it you’ll be a real estate tycoon.

HA!

I thought some of the terminology in my line of work was esoteric.  Well.  It is.  But it turns out to be nothing compared to all the terminology used in the real estate game.  More than once I walked out of my realtor’s office with my head spinning from all these new terms that my realtor was throwing out at me.

Then there was the lovely business of securing a home equity loan.  Bouncing back and forth between lenders till I had them pinned down to their final and best offers.  Free hint.  They will never give you the best offer on the first go round.

Never.

Then you have to let go of one lender and they react as if you’re breaking up with them.  Not fun.

Then of course the reams of paperwork at the title office attesting to this that and the other thing.  Everything copied, notarized and duly delivered.  I sign and initial here, there, and everywhere.  In the back of my head a quote from the play Faust keeps repeating over and over.

“did we force ourselves on thee, or thou on us?”

So finally it’s all in and now the fun part starts, right?  Now comes haggling with property owners, finagling with contractors, paying for a dozen little items here and there that you hadn’t considered.  Crossing your fingers that you find a tenant.  Doubly crossing your fingers you find a tenant that won’t wreck the place.

No, not that simple.  But is it worthwhile?  Ultimately only time will tell but I think it’s something I had to do and I wouldn’t have done it if I had not thought it wouldn’t succeed.

My hope for this first time out (besides the hope of making money) is that I will be better prepared for the next time that I do this and better mentally armored for this type of business.

 

Starship troopers – Book review

[Author’s note – This is the next in a continuing series of book reviews for sci-fi classics.  Troopers, as I well refer to the novel from now on, is one of the more influential and controversial sci-fi novels ever written.  In it we see Heinlein’s writing begin to turn away from the juvenile novels of his early career and his move towards his more libertarian views.  The novel is both loved and hated by critics for its content and to this day sharply divides readers.  Heinlein is one of my favorites and I will no doubt review some of  his other works later on in the series.  As always, spoilers from here on out so if you don’t want to know, stop reading.]

Troopers was a controversial novel even before it was published.  Written at a time when public opinion was beginning to turn away from unwavering support for the military, the original publisher rejected the novel.  Heinlein was incensed by this rejection and decided to end his long association with this publisher and he also decided to begin writing books that dealt less with action and more with abstract concepts and ideas.

As a former military man he had the utmost respect for the military and one of the ideas he wanted to explore is what a world run by not a military dictatorship but a military democracy might look like.

One of the biggest misconceptions that the book has suffered in its history is that Heinlein was promoting fascism through this book.

During his life Heinlein progressed in his political views from being quite progressive (he supported Upton Sinclair in his bid for the California governor’s race and was quite active in the EPIC movement in the 1930s), to being quite conservative in the 50s and 60s, to finally settling into a libertarian stance by the 70s until his death.  One thing that he was never about was being fascist.

In the novel the idea of universal suffrage has been replaced by earned suffrage.  The entire world is now under one single global government.  Although everyone is a resident of Earth, not everyone is a citizen.

Heinlein makes a distinction between protections and privileges.  While everyone enjoys equal protection under the law not everyone enjoys the same privilege and the primary privilege denied to some is the right to vote.  Only those that agree to serve the state can vote.  Here is where the confusion lies.  Many critics charged that Heinlein meant only those that served in the military could vote but the text clearly states that any sort of government service would suffice.

The central idea that Heinlein is trying to get across in Troopers is that citizenship was not just a passive concept that was handed to the individual at birth but an active concept that had to be earned by merit otherwise it became a stagnant and meaningless construct.  Food for thought for a country such as our own where sometimes less than 50% of eligible voters turn out for elections.

The story itself is fairly straightforward.  We begin with a “flash forward” as the protagonist, Juan Rico, engages in a battle on an alien world wearing a futuristic space suit called power armor and from there we flash back to before the war when Juan, a young man born into a rich Filipino family, falls in love with a young lady who is enlisting in the military.  Trying to win her favor he enlists and is promptly disowned by his father.  With no choice he goes through basic training.

During training the enemy, a race of arachnid aliens, destroys Buenos Aires and kills his mother.  Now driven partly by revenge we follow along as Juan participates in several major battles.  He is sent to officer training school.  During his training he reunites with his father who is now also in the military and they reconcile.  The novel ends several years later as he finds himself now in charge of a company of troopers preparing to invade the enemy homeworld.

Along the way the narrator engages in a series of discussions with professors and instructors that are really expositions of thought concerning several of the key concepts that Heinlein wanted to cover in the book.  These include debates on merit based suffrage, how the current form of government had evolved, the root cause of all wars (Heinlein’s conclusion was that the root cause of all wars was economically based), the morality of using violence to resolve disputes, and the strengths and weaknesses of a “free” civilization such as humans had versus a totally communistic civilization such as the type that the arachnids had.

A note on the alien arachnids.  Physically they were described as a giant version of a spider crossed with an ant.  Arachnid civilization was subdivided into a caste system of warriors, workers, and royalty.  The worker caste did all the manual labor, the warrior caste did all the fighting, and the royalty caste included not only leaders but scientists and engineers.  The caste system not only described the jobs held by each arachnid but extended into their physical structure.  Arachnids for one caste were different from arachnids for another caste.

The entire arachnid civilization worked as a hive mind working for the good of the whole.  The suffering or the death of the individual did not matter as long as the hive prospered.  To Heinlein this was what contemporary communism represented.  The individual subsumed into the state and made into nothing more than an insignificant part of a larger machine.

The influence of Troopers has been primarily felt in the military.  The novel has become suggested reading in some branches of the military and several key concepts have worked their way into contemporary strategic thinking.  The primary concept of making the military into an all volunteer and professional army is the prime effect.  At the time of first printing the U.S. still relied on a large, unwieldy, and badly trained conscript army.  In the last half century the military has reduced in size considerably and the training and equipment for each and every soldier has more than made up in the amount of offensive potential.

Other things like the power armor concept, a mechanical and armored exoskeleton, worn by characters in the novel are well under development and will probably enter service within the next 20 years.  The concept of mechanically enhanced strength is  currently under development.

In pop culture the novel has affected a genre of Japanese animation called mecha anime.  This has spawned entire anime series and movies as well as live action Hollywood  movies.

For me though the main takeaway from the novel is the discussion of what it really means to be a resident versus a citizen of a nation.  The citizen has to take an active interest in the welfare of the nation otherwise he is nothing more than a spectator or commentator just criticizing from the sidelines and never taking responsibility for making the situation better.

Scene from the justifiable panned movie version of Starship troopers

Dune – book review

[Author’s note – I’ve been wanting to write this for a while (in fact since watching Alejandro Jodorowski’s Dune documentary) but it’s a huge post as you will soon see and I’ve had to piece this together over several weeks.  This will be a review of the book Dune and there will also be a short discussion about the 1980s movie Dune at the end.  I am going to start a new review category of classic sci-fi books.  Possibly one per month.  We’ll see how this goes.  Anyways, as always, spoilers from here on out so if you don’t want to know, stop reading.]

 

 

I first came across Dune in my brother’s personal book collection back in the 1980s.  I remember my first impression that this was a literal brick of paper and that no one could read all of that.  Indeed at nearly 800 pages in length and with an appendix of more than 100 pages it is more than a daunting challenge.

However Frank Herbert’s writing style is fairly easy and the only challenge I found was keeping all the esoteric terminology straight in my mind. Once you do keep it straight it turns out to be a fairly straightforward read.

I think I will begin this with a little preface on the story’s background and an explanation of some of the key concepts.

The story takes places in the distant future (the year 10191) and humanity has spread to every corner of the universe.  This exodus was made possible through the use of “space folding”, a technique that allowed instantaneous travel between different parts of the universe.  Although possible it was also dangerous as many ships became lost. This was mitigated by the use of artificial intelligence computers.

Over time these artificial intelligence computers became a part of all aspects of human life.  Humans grew lazy and dependent on these computers.  The machines finally began to rule humanity.  A great revolt ensued (the Butlerian Jihad) and the machine overlords were cast down.  A new feudal order was established with several key families elevated to the status of nobility.

Artificial intelligence was banned and humans were forced to develop their minds to do the calculations required for interstellar travel.  This was accomplished in part with the use of mind altering substances discovered on other planets.

A word on mind altering substances (drugs) and sci-fi writers of the mid 20th century.  Frank Herbert drew upon the speculation of scientific researchers of what might be possible to accomplish by using mind altering substances.

This speculation stemmed from research carried out in the late 19th and early 20th century by researchers like Sigmund Freud who believed that drugs like opium and cocaine would help relax mental inhibitions and allow the mind to have full command of its faculties.  What he found to his horror was that these substances were very addictive and could inflict psychological and physiological damage in untutored hands.  Freud himself later denounced the use of these substances but some of his disciples continued on the research.

In the middle of the 20th century writers like Herbert turned to this research as well as studies delving into eastern meditative practices and the latest research in western medicine and concluded that humans had not yet reached their full developmental potential and that with the proper regimen that humans could in fact become super humans.  In this spirit Herbert introduces the notional spice Melange, known simply as spice.

Spice is only found on a desert planet called Arrakis.  A planet without water and plagued by giant underground worms that attack anything that moved.  At first spice was found to extend life and promote health but it was later learned that it could also expand consciousness and allow the mind greater flexibility and latitude.  These characteristics allowed humans to create living human computers that could make space travel safe.  Due to this, spice has become the most valuable commodity in the universe.  Those that control the spice have great economic as well as political power.

All the mental training schools use spice.  Three of these mental training schools are the Spacing guild, the Mentats, and the Bene Gesserit sisterhood.  The spacing guild concerns itself with the mental calculations needed for space travel.  The Mentats are humans trained to do all manner of mental calculations and have perfect memory.  The Bene Gesserit sisterhood use spice to develop their bodies and minds.

The Bene Gesserits believed that it might be possible to create a supreme being (called the Kwizatz Haderach) by the careful manipulation of royal bloodlines.  They would then control this being and through him control the universe.  To that end the Bene Gesserits made themselves available to the royal houses as concubines and would act as advisers to the royal houses and subtly manipulate the politics of the empire over millennia.

So, the story begins as the royal lady Jessica (a Bene Gesserit and concubine to Duke Leto Atreides) receives Reverend Mother Superior Helen Gaius Mohiam.  The reverend mother is cross with Jessica due to the fact that she had a son and had been ordered to only bear a daughter to Duke Leto.  The Bene Gesserit plan was to marry an Atreides daughter to a Harkonnen (The enemies of the Atreides) son and move their overall plan forward.  Jessica had put this plan in jeopardy by having a son.

The mother superior had arrived to test Jessica’s son, Paul, to see if he could serve the sisterhood.  Although rare some men also served the Bene Gesserits.  She finds that Paul has excellent physical and mental control and admits he may not be a waste after all.

Paul has had the benefit not only of his mother’s Bene Gesserit training but that of Thufir Hawat, the duke’s Mentat adviser, Gurney Halleck, the warmaster of House Atreides, and Duncan Idaho, the swordmaster of House Atreides.  The training and education provided by all these separate individuals has altered and enhanced Paul’s mental and physical attributes to the point that Jessica suspects that he may be the Kwizats Haderach.

In the background a plot is developing.  Emperor Shaddam had grown jealous and fearful of Duke Leto’s political power and has devised a plot with their Harkonnen enemies to destroy the Atreides.  The Emperor will grant Leto control of the planet Arrakis and all its spice wealth and lull him into a false sense of security.  Meanwhile he will support the Harkonnen to launch a sneak attack on the Atreides and destroy him.

Everyone seems to know of the plot including Leto but he decides to willingly step into the trap in hopes of turning the tables and gaining an advantage.  Jessica advises Leto not to step into this trap but Leto insists that they can defeat this threat.  After hearing this she decides not to tell Leto that she is pregnant with their daughter as it would distract him from the planning he must do.

Thufir and Duncan believe that they can find some allies on Arrakis called the Fremen that would help defeat the Harkonnens and the Emperor.  The Fremen are the nomadic tribesmen of the deep deserts of Arrakis and are fiercely independent.  Duncan has made some preliminary contacts and believes some sort of alliance is possible.

As Paul prepares for the trip to Arrakis Dr Yueh, the family physician, gives Paul a miniature copy of the Orange Catholic Bible as a gift for the trip.  Paul begins to read and absorb the teachings in the bible.

Leto, Jessica, and Paul arrive on Arrakis and have to accustom themselves to life in the desert planet.  Water is the most precious thing here.  Even the moisture in a moist hand towel is not allowed to escape but sold and fought over.

Jessica makes contact with some of the locals.  She uses their religious beliefs and superstitions to protect herself and her son from assassination.  The Bene Gesserit sisterhood had manipulated and altered the local religious beliefs thousands of years earlier through the use of the Missionaria Protectiva, a form of religious engineering, to exploit the local population.  The locals see Jessica and her son as part of their prophecy, the Lisan Al-Gaib, the voice from the outer world that would lead them to freedom.

In the meantime the Harkonnens are moving forward with their plot.  Baron Harkonnen’s Mentat, Pieter DeVries, has secretly suborned Dr Yueh, to betray the Duke and to sabotage the Atreides defenses at a key moment.  DeVries had captured Yueh’s wife and promises Yueh to return her if he betrays the Duke.  The Harkonnens have amassed a giant invasion force and even have access to some Imperial Sardaukar soldiers, the elite forces of the imperial army.

Duke Leto makes contact with the Fremen and both sides seem disposed to an alliance.  The Fremen warn Leto that they know that there is a traitor in Leto’s household but not who.  Leto discusses this with Paul and he decides to frame his concubine Jessica as the traitor in hopes of drawing out the real traitor. He allows Thufir and Gurney to believe this as well.

Yueh disables the defenses and drugs the Duke.  The Harkonnens attack and massacre the Atreides troops.  The plan however goes awry.  Yueh has known all along that the Harkonnens have been lying but he wants revenge for his wife’s murder.  He implants a poison gas tooth in the Duke’s mouth and tells the Duke in exchange for saving Paul and Jessica that he wants the Duke to kill Baron Harkonnen.

The Baron and Pieter soon arrive.  They kill Yueh and inspect the sleeping Duke.  The Baron orders Pieter to retrieve the Ducal signet ring for him but as he does the Duke exhales the poison gas killing himself and Pieter.

Jessica and Paul in the meantime have been taken to the desert by the Harkonnens to die but Yueh has loosened the straps for Paul to escape and he kill the guards.  They rendezvous with Duncan Idaho and meet the local Fremen leader, Liet.  Liet gives them directions to a sietch, a mountain hideaway, where they can hide.  Just then the Sardaukar show up.  Duncan and Liet die holding off the Sardaukar while Jessica and Paul flee.

In the aftermath it is revealed that Thufir has been captured and is now in the employ of the Harkonnens.  He is tricked into working for them as he believes Jessica was the traitor that betrayed the Duke.  Gurney has also escaped and is now in the employ of spice smugglers on Arrakis, he also believes Jessica was the traitor.  The reason they both believe this is that it is revealed that Jessica is the daughter of Baron Harkonnen.  An unknown Bene Gesserit sister was a concubine to the Baron at one time and became pregnant with Jessica.  Only a few people know this fact.

Baron Harkonnen returns to his home world and leaves his stupid nephew Rabban in charge of Arrakis.  The Baron orders Rabban to abuse the locals as he wishes but above all he wants more spice to sell.  The destruction of house Atreides has cost a fortune and he needs money more than ever.

Back on his homeworld, the Baron meets with the Emperor’s representative, Count Fennring, and they discuss the conspiracy and the Count reveals that the Emperor is displeased that the Duke died and that Rabban is mishandling the spice production.  The Baron assures him that at the proper moment Rabban will be replaced by his favorite nephew, Feyd, and that all will be well.  The Baron intends that Feyd might marry the Emperor’s daughter and become Emperor one day.  Secretly the Emperor fears that the Baron is trying to form a pact with the Fremen as the Duke had been.

Back on Arrakis Jessica and Paul have made contact with the Fremen and joined them.  Jessica and Paul discover that the Fremen are far from simple nomads.  They are actively and laboriously gathering water and using it to plant small areas with desert resistant plants in the southern desert to slowly turn the planet green.  This is a painstaking process that will take centuries but the Fremen see it as worthwhile.  They farm the desert, gather food, survive the dangers of the desert, pay large bribes in spice to spacing guild officials to keep satellites from spying on them, and fight the Harkonnen all at the same time.  Paul and Jessica marvel at their tenacity.

The Fremen call him Paul Muad’Dib.  After some initial trials the Fremen are convinced that Paul is the Lisan Al-Gaib, but more importantly Paul has become convinced he is too.  The mixture of Mentat and Bene Geserit training as well as the teachings in the Orange Catholic Bible have allowed Paul to be able to predict the future somewhat.  He fears that if he embraces this destiny that he will set loose a bloody Jihad upon the universe.

Paul and Jessica teach the Fremen a new fighting technique called the weirding way.  This is a secret Bene Gesserit technique that allows practitioners to fight at blinding speeds and defeat their opponents.

The old Reverend mother for the Fremen, Mother Ramallo is dying from extreme old age.  Jessica decides to accept the role of Reverend Mother for the Fremen.  She drinks the water of life, a poison substance secreted by baby worms as they die.  If her advanced body control can change the water of life and keep her from dying, it will transform her into a Reverend Mother.  She survives the test but the water of life also affects her unborn daughter, Alia.  The water of life transforms her unborn daughter into a Reverend Mother as well.  Alia is born able to speak and has the full knowledge of a Reverend Mother.

Over the next 2 years using the weirding way and under Paul’s command, the Fremen inflict crushing defeats on the Harkonnens.  Paul takes a Fremen woman, Chani, as his wife. At first Jessica rejects Chani as unsuitable to mix with his bloodline but later she relents after Paul’s son Leto II is born.

Thufir advises the Baron that the Fremen aren’t just a small group of tribes in the desert but are really a nation of millions and all able to fight almost as well as the Sardaukar.  He further advises the Baron that Rabban has bungled things so much on Arrakis that the Baron should stop sending aid to Rabban and accelerate the plan to replace Rabban with Feyd.  In desperation Rabban has pulled all his troops back to the cities and tries to offer a truce to the Fremen.

Meanwhile in the desert Paul takes the last test to secure his mantle of leadership over all the Fremen.  He proves to them that he can ride the massive sand worms of the desert as a true leader should.  Word spreads among the Fremen tribes and the Fremen warriors clamor for Muad’Dib to lead them in a Jihad to cleanse the Universe.  After the test they come across Gurney and his band of smugglers and initially fight but the two old friends are reunited and stop the fighting.

Paul sends for his mother and Gurney attacks her.  Paul is barely able to stop him and explains that she was not the traitor.  He is disturbed that he was not able to foresee this attack.  The visions of the future that were once so clear have become clouded.  He must take the water of life in order to progress.  He takes a single drop and slips into a 3 week-long coma.  Finally he is able to see all of the past, present, and possible futures clearly.  He has become the Kwizats Haderach.  He knows that not only the Baron but the Emperor himself are coming to crush the Fremen with a giant army.

Paul finally realizes that he cannot stop the coming Jihad or deny his destiny.  He can only direct its flow.  He decides to attack first.  Using a plan involving atomic weapons, the giant sand worms, and the fanatic abilities of his Fremen he overwhelms the Sardaukar troops.

Before the battle occurs however a Sardaukar patrol has found a seitch where Paul’s son, Leto II, is located.  They kill the child and capture Alia and bring her back to the Emperor and the Baron.  During an interrogation she reveals that she is Paul’s sister and also the Baron’s granddaughter.  She then stabs the Baron with a poison needle and kills him.

After the battle, Paul faces off with the Emperor and his entourage.  Among the entourage are the Emperor’s daughter Irulan, the Reverend Mother Helen Gaius Mohiam, representatives of the spacing guild, Feyd, and Count Fennring.  Paul is nervous as he can’t see the future with regards to the Count.  Count Fennring appears as a black shadow to him.

Paul demands that the Emperor abdicate and give his daughter to him as wife.  The Emperor refuses and says that he will unleash the full force of the empire against Arrakis.  Paul then states that he has the power to destroy all spice production on Arrakis forever.  The two representatives of the spacing guild that are present use their abilities to look into the possible futures and are appalled.  They demand that the Emperor abdicate.

The Emperor turns to Fennring and demands he destroy Paul but Fennring refuses.  It is then that Paul finally recognizes Fennring for what he is.  Fennring is an almost Kwizats Haderach.  His genetic line was close but not close enough.  Using his own abilities Fennring has been able to disguise himself from Paul’s future vision.  Fennring understands what is happening and that it must be allowed to happen.

Feyd steps up.  He demands to fight Paul with knives.  Feyd is an accomplished gladiator and is sure he can take Paul.  The two fight.  Feyd tries to use a poison blade hidden in his clothes to kill Paul but Paul dodges it and kills Feyd.

The Emperor has no choice.  He abdicates and gives his daughter to Paul as wife.  Paul turns to his own wife, Chani, who will now have to take the role of concubine and explains that this is strictly a political decision and that he has no feelings for Irulan.  Jessica comforts Chani by telling her that although they are concubines, that history would know them as wives.

 

Books and movies combining mystical and scientific elements rarely work out very well.  The two sets of ideas never seem to mesh well together and the result usually tends to skew towards one side or another and inevitably tends to alienate both sets of audiences.  However when they do mesh well the results are spectacular as you can see in titles like “2001: A space odyssey” and Star Wars.

In Dune we have the central theme of cosmic or mystical destiny being pushed along by the science but we never get the idea that the science is being brushed aside as an afterthought.  Without the science the space travel, the new drugs, the genetics are impossible.

The second thing I noticed were the obvious parallels to the geopolitical situation in Dune and in the middle east. Spice takes the place of oil of course.  Various powers and alliances are jockeying for control and manipulating religion and resources to achieve their aims.  The people caught in the middle become resentful towards everyone.

Lastly, the unspoken theme that I noticed was that these legends and myths introduced long ago as a means of control turned out to be true. These sophisticated, technologically advanced people thought that they were manipulating some simple nomads when in fact they were the ones being fooled.  All their ploys and plans and tricks turned out to be working for a greater purpose that most of them could not even guess at.  We may have plans for the universe, but don’t be so sure that the universe doesn’t have plans for us.

I promised a brief discussion on the movie Dune.  The movie was much maligned by purists for liberties and compromises that the producers and director had to take. To those uninitiated to Dune it was confusing.   I actually saw the movie back in 1984 and it was the first and only time that an usher at a movie had to give me a sheet of paper explaining the various terms in a film.  All I can say is try to fit an 800 page book into a 2 hour film and see how well you do.

rain

The storm comes on.  Steadily approaching the house.  I wait with anticipation.   You can tell when it’s going to be a good one.  Taste it in the air.  Rain, a good hard rain, has an earthy sharp smell.  I don’t need anything more than a whiff of that scent to know that it’s coming.

A steady patter at first.  The best storms build up slowly but surely over time.  I remember one Summer on the Outer banks of North Carolina.  A hurricane was coming in.  A near miss on the clean side of the storm.  Just a little category 1 so I knew I didn’t have much to worry.  I sat in a reclining couch with a glass of ice tea in the glass covered front porch of my grandparents house and just watched the storm roll in from the Atlantic over the next 3 hours.  Watched the waves rise out by the dock and the rain come down in sheets.  Somehow it was soothing watching it all.

The storm intensifies.  Distant thunder.  The old kids trick of counting between the lightning flash and the thunder. 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 miss….  The next time I barely finish 2 Mississippi before the rumble.  Getting closer.  I see in my mind’s eye a Spring afternoon in New Mexico on top of a mountain with the rest of my scouting friends.  In the distance we could see the lightning strikes of a storm hit the ground.  We could track the storm’s progress as the lightning strikes got closer and closer.  We knew we had to hurry down off this bald mountain and find cover before it arrived.

The storm has arrived.  Lightning in its full glory with thunder accompanying it immediately.  The lights flicker on and off nervously.  Finally as a particularly close bolt lands they go totally off.  Lightning itself is purple when it’s up close.  Driving the back roads between College Station and Houston one Saturday morning.  Miles from anywhere.  No choice but to keep driving.  Literally no one around to ask for help or shelter.  Ahead of me a tree next to the road gets hit.  Less than twenty feet away.  My eyes are saturated by the brightness of the lightning bolt.  A purple after glow dances across my field of vision and I have to struggle to stay on the road.  Wonderstruck by how vivid it was. I don’t even remember the boom of the thunder.

The storm abates.  Somewhat sad to see something so mighty patter out into a measly drizzle.  So tame now compared to what it was moments ago.  Walking cross the polo fields of A&M trying to get home.  No car, no ride, no other way to get home but walk in the storm.  The driving rain lashing at my face stings.  It’s pitch black out.  The only light coming from the lightning.  In the distance the lightning makes all sorts of crazy patterns as it dances in the skies.  Thunder making everything shake.  Every inch of me soaked in rain.  Nothing for it but to put my head down and walk on.  As I get to my apartment complex the rain suddenly stops, the skies open up and a small shaft of sun comes through the clouds.  I have to stop and laugh.  All that drama for nothing.  If I’d waited half an hour I could have been dry right now.

 

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”                                      – Macbeth