Tag: 1980s

For Want of Wild Beasts: Meet Me at the Corner of Auburn and Prescott

 

“Botany is 98% burnouts and potheads.”

The registrar, a kindly, aging woman with a sharp Boston accent, had said that to him on the first day of orientation, handing over his class schedule. Strictly speaking, a medical doctor shouldn’t have been teaching botany at all, but there had been a blank space in his teaching schedule, and the matter of various athletes and sons (and daughters) of privilege who needed science credits. Mix in a few naive humanities majors, frightened of the harder sciences and without any older friends to warn them against it, and that about made up one of his classes. If nothing else, it made his litany of pre-med modules more bearable. 

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This review may be a bit premature, considering I’m only halfway through the podcast, but it’s already too good to not share! I had two semi-long car rides over the past weekend, so I decided to try out this audio documentary that had been sitting in my feed for months. I did not regret it! […]

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An Astronaut’s Son Tells His Story

 

In the late 1970s and early 1980s, from 1978 through the end 1985, being in the Space Shuttle program was fun. The Shuttle was new and an adventure.

“The Father, Son, and Holy Shuttle: Growing Up an Astronaut’s Kid in the Glorious 1980s,” by Patrick Mullane, tells that story.

Patrick Mullane was ten when his father, Michael Mullane was selected as an astronaut. Patrick’s family settled Houston’s Brook Forest/Middlebrook subdivision. It proved his first permanent home. Before that, military brat Patrick and his family moved virtually every year as his father went from post to post.

On this week’s Gen Xish episode, Teri and Fingers talk about preparations for a pending meat shortage, the fallout for China and why the Left can’t tell the difference between the Gadsden and Confederate flags.

They also go over the best one hit wonders from the 80s, including … Rappin’ Rodney? And can the woke crowd handle “Turning Japanese”?

First, Be Good

 

I hate to admit this, but MacGyver is not good. I’m not referring to the unwatchable reboot currently withering away on CBS. No, I mean the original Richard Dean Anderson vehicle of awesomeness which aired from 1985-1992.

Dat dat dat dat dat dat daaaaa, dat dat daaaaa. The theme song gets you pumped, right? It makes we want to go rifling through the kitchen junk drawer, grab the broken can openers and fashion a defibrillator, just in case we need one. Or take the mercury out of those unused curly cue light bulbs (still in the four-year-old box, because they suck) and make…something with mercury, and batteries!

MacGyver was more than a hero, he was a superhero. In the days before Captain America, comic book superheroes were lame. Heroes were more grounded in reality: “The A-Team” (a bunch of guys with guns and explosives), “Knight Rider” (a guy with a tricked out car), “Walker, Texas Ranger” (a cop with a good roundhouse). But MacGyver was more than all that; he became a verb. Younger folk might not understand, but I’ll bet every GenXer knows what it means to “MacGyver the crap out of (something).” Amen?

Men and Women: Together in Perfect Harmony?

 

I first heard “Suzanne” on Judy Collins’ 1972 compilation album, Colors of the Day. In my youth, in the late 1970s and early 1980s, I was especially captured by the beauty of the voices of some songstresses. I remember getting to Judy Collins’ Fifth Album by way of Bob Dylan, whose songs and, shall we say vocal stylings, I appreciated.

[Fair warning, we have a few great recordings to work through here, any one of which may lead you down a rabbit hole. No, hopefully not that one! So, if you are too busy midweek, bookmark this post for your end-of-week wind-down.]

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Tonight I was reminiscing about a low-budget ’80s horror flick titled Demonwarp starring George Kennedy, and when I Googled it I received this absolutely hilarious (and accurate) description: A man (George Kennedy) whose daughter was kidnapped by Bigfoot rescues topless teens from alien sacrifice in the woods. Preview Open

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When 10 Cents announced his July group writing subject I thought of several topics that could be viewed as politically informative, educational and interesting. After the last couple of weeks of turmoil, and with today’s multiple glitch inducing survivalist groupthink, I opted to discuss valet parking 30 years ago; neither informative nor educational and only […]

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Back to the ’80s

 

Broadcast_NewsLast night, I watched Broadcast News for the first time in nearly 30 years.  What a trip down memory lane!  Those clothes!  That hair!  VHS tapes!  Brought me right back to high school.

The movie lacks a plot line, but the characters are likable and believable.  The dialog was honest and engaging.  The thing as a whole was funny and touching and sweet.  But the main thing that stood out to me was its shocking moral innocence—naiveté, almost.

I was about 20 when it appeared and very religious in the Catholic-evangelical mode.  So, to me, then, morality was all about no sex, no drugs, no drinking, no swearing.  The rest—things like kindness and honesty and integrity—I took completely for granted.  I don’t think “innocent” would have been my prime impression of the movie in 1987.  The female lead is clearly “sexually active.”  She drinks.  She swears.  I wouldn’t have approved at all.