Remembering the fallen

Today is the anniversary of the Normandy invasion, the largest amphibious assault in world history. The heroes who died that day saved the world from tyranny and untold darkness. I've seen documentaries, read biographies, and listened to testimonies of that day and it never fails to make the hairs on my neck stand up. Today was filled with heroics I cannot fathom, terror I hope I never understand, hope and vision and stubbornness and pain. I thank God for their sacrifice, and I pray it is always remembered. Today, we thank our fallen heroes.

We remember Normandy

D-Day, Omaha beach

- M

The blindness of spectacle

A trend in many modern stories is for spectacle. What I mean is it's not the story as a whole that's the big draw, but certain portions and even little set pieces. Movies are of particular note, since everything is visual enticement. Movie previews love to show "money shots" where something impressive is happening, but these spectacles don't make a story--frequently they totally detract from the plot, in the vain search for heightened emotions. The problem is that spectacle can blind the audience to the otherwise lack of depth in the story. Sure, an audience is dazzled by what's happening, but when they reflect on their experience they'll discover a profound lack of substance. That's the danger.

Stories are a series of events strung together in meaningful ways. Memorable scenes are touchstones for a good story, but shouldn't be based upon them. Stich them together and let the audience decide what should be the spectacles. Of course, it's hard not to make a spectacle out of something like the Battle of Helms Deep (Lord of the Rings), or the sinking of the Titanic, or the sunset of twin suns in Star Wars. It's magical when these things happen naturally and I'm dazzled by authors who manage the trick.

My favorite stories roll along like unstoppable juggernauts, where the heroes are barely keeping up and the villain is pulling all the strings. Well, the other way around is fun too, I fully admit. All that really matters is having a good time and being entertained. We search out stories to step away from life for a little while. It's escapism. So, like beauty, a story is in the eye of the beholder. If it works, then who cares if it follows the rules.

- M

Hope and sacrifice, the legacy of heroes.

In life, there are few things as inspiring as a hero. Whatever your field of interest, there are people in it who excel to such a degree that they become idols. Nothing at all wrong with it. If the field genuinely interests you, then you will search and find people to look up to and emulate. We need heroes to push us to greater effort and raise our expectations. For instance, for years the four minute mile was considered impossible, but once one person broke it the rest of the world suddenly found within itself a whole bunch of others who could do the same. That's the power of a real hero.

Military heroes have a special place in our hearts, because they genuinely place their lives on the line. That's a big reason why we have holidays celebrating them. They aren't the only heroes, of course, there are plenty more--firefighters, police officers, emergency medical services, and the list goes on. We admire anyone willing to sacrifice themselves for others, and place it as one of life's ultimate blessings. Heroism is achievable by anyone, which makes it one of the few prizes we can all strive for no matter our ability or station in life.

The legacy of all this is that we cherish and admire anyone who goes beyond ordinary courage and treads in the rarified air of hero. I bet if the nightly news was only filled with heroic stories, that we would be a much happier place. We need to be inspired, to be pushed to greater efforts, to be reminded not to simply do the minimum but go beyond. Oddly, heroes aren't necessarily role models, since acts of heroism are usually singular moments, but we love to hear the stories and are eager to learn more about the people themselves. I can't imagine life without heroes and the world would be pitiful without them.

- M

Remembering fallen heroes this Memorial Day

Tomb of the Unknown Soldier

I believe we all want to have real heroes in our lives. Our military men and women are distinct heroes we call all point to. It's always sad when those we know pass between our world and the next, but it's also a source of pride to name them among the heroes of our military services. These people have spent their lives in a high calling: defending the nation they serve, to protect all the people therein even if the heroes don't even know them. There's a reality of dedication and honor that we who have never served won't comprehend. These heroes have earned our respect and remembrance. I urge you to take time today to think about them, offer up prayers for their families, and to keep them in mind as you celebrate.

Happy Memorial Day!

- M

Are you ready for another holiday get together?

Family times are loads of fun, especially for the parents who set it all up. When I was a kid, I hated these things; I didn't know any of these somehow relatives, I didn't want to drive in a car for hours, and I sure didn't want to be uncomfortable for hours turning into days. But, now that I look back, I value the travel and seeing far-away places (like Colorado and Florida). Because of these trips, I have a greater sense of family and the world in general. However, these realizations didn't happen right away, and took a lot of years to actually come to my attention.

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So, for the most part, these holiday gatherings are a time to play outdoor games and eat good food. If family gets in the way, just smile and behave yourself, answer whatever goofy questions are asked and move onto something else as fast as you can. Trust me, in the far future, you'll appreciate these memories. It's even possible that a little bit of fun will weasel its way into the festivities. Who knows? Maybe you'll even have fun.

As for the food, that's my job on holidays. I love cooking outside on the grill (even though I'm now using a propane grill instead of a flaming charcoal pyre of burning doom). I'll cook steak and hot dogs and sausage and chicken and anything else we can think of putting on there. It all tastes extra great from a grill. Also, it gives me a fantastic reason to be a curmudgeon and ignore everyone ... I only joke, I'm happy to talk and laugh with anyone willing to brave the flames. Heh heh.

- M

The mind boggling complexity of everyday life.

Technology is all around us. The range of human invention is absolutely astounding to me. The lowly pencil is a marvel of engineering. Our dishes and cups are perfectly milled. Even the water we drink is carefully cleaned and processed to filter out the bad to keep the good. The wealth we enjoy on a daily basis is hard to fathom, even a scant hundred years ago. But, have you ever stopped to think how all this is accomplished? The factories that produce pencils are absolute marvels! I watched a documentary about how ballpoint pens are manufactured, and the technology is bewilderingly complex. For instance, the little ball at the functioning point of the pen is so perfectly made that there is only space for ink and none for air--and those balls are microscopically tiny.

I love to learn of the sequence of advances leading up to modern technology. Often, it's expansion and extension of already known ideas, pushed into new arenas and modified to work. The refrigerator is a side-effect of scientists working to discover absolute zero (a temperature so low that not even atoms jiggle about and no heat is found). The plastics we find in daily life is not the same we started with, but is a finely tuned product with a huge variety of strengths and capabilities. Even the paper we use is wonderfully suited to our needs, and we hardly give a thought to how it's made.

Many early science fiction stories used a plot of dragging a future man into the present, where people would question him and try to learn new technologies. These attempts would always fail, because even a scientist would not be able to completely detail even simple tools. After all, you can drive a car, or rebuild an engine, but could you give schematics and processes and tools for building one from scratch? Even if you did the design, there's the fabrication and metallurgy and skills to go along with the process. Today, I very much doubt any single person could be of much help to someone a hundred years ago, other than to offer ideas and concepts.

Isn't that amazing? We live in abundant times of sheer magnificence. Take a little time and appreciate what's available to you daily. We are blessed.

- M

Weather isn't always perfect, but it comes close.

Weather is something we all know, so it's unsurprising to find it mentioned in stories all the time. What I find interesting is how the focus tends to be on the moody aspects. For instance, "It was a hot and sultry day," or "Cold rain cut through my clothes, soaking me to the skin." It's a happy occasion to find good things about the weather, like my favorite scene from "The Hobbit" book, where Bilbo climbs past the forest treetop and pokes his head into the sun-drenched paradise above the horrible forest of Mirkwood. I adore that scene, because it stands in such stark contrast to the dreadfulness below. Also, it's the first story scene I ever read where I could absolutely see it completely--just like it was playing out in front of my eyes (a magical experience for a third grader).

Typically, people complain about the weather, or totally ignore it. Like so many things, we love to complain but are slow to enjoy. I'm not sure why we human beings do this. Why can't we roll in the grass when the sun is shining? Why not skip through the puddles after a rain? Why don't we grin into the wind and laugh at the moon? Yes, we can enjoy the weather when it's good. We don't always have to complain. Which brings me to one of the few jokes I know: What do you get when you put a bunch of farmers in the basement? --- A whine cellar. <You see, farmers pout about everything, because nothing is ever perfect ... yeah? funny huh?>

Despite all this, we still love to talk about the weather. In fact, it's such a cliché that we joke about how often we speak about it. Yet, it's frequently the very first thing we talk about with someone. So, it's no surprise to find weather in our stories. It's a background feature generally, but when it's the focus there's nothing holding it back. I suppose the best thing about weather in stories is that it absolutely obeys the author, setting the scene and ambience for whatever they have in mind. Plus, it's easy to strand characters by using weather--also, most suspense stories wouldn't exist without some kind of horrible weather.

- M