A 52nd anniversary

July 20 was the 52nd anniversary of the first Man on the Moon.  It was Sunday, July 20, 1969.  I remember the event well.  I wrote about it at this space two years ago.  You can read that here if you wish.  It was a big deal.

Our society likes to remember anniversaries.  A 52nd anniversary is something rather odd.  July 20, 2021, seems to have been an exception: the occasion was the launch of Jeff Bezos, the world’s richest man, and three others, in a few minute joy ride to the very edge of space.  It occupied a small amount of time, but was riveting.  A sort of latter day Kittyhawk flight.

The initial narrative has been, that this was a billionaires plaything.  If you’re the richest person on earth, why not?  The space race was a province of government – something to be very proud of – and now private business is taking it over.

There were a couple of breaks in the clouds between fantasy and the real world.

At the conclusion of today’s program from Texas, Jeff Bezos announced a $100 million dollar award to a man well known to progressives: Van Jones.  And the rhetoric was the kind we like to hear about saving the earth.  We will learn what this means going forward.  Count me among the hopeful.  (He also awarded another $100 million to chef Jose Andres.  This is talked about in the same article linked above.)

The announcement seems to have been something of a surprise, and elicited some discussion on line.

We saw Van Jones some years ago when he was largely unknown.  It was June 8, 2008, in Minneapolis, when Barack Obama was just becoming well known and some months before the 2008 election.

Here’s a picture:

Van Jones Minneapolis, June, 2008.

His was a very stimulating talk.  Fast forward, he was appointed into the Obama presidency, but didn’t last long.  I felt he had and has an excellent message, and he certainly was identified by both Obama and by Bezos as a leader.

Interestingly the day previous to the flight MSNBC’s Ari Melber had a long interview with Neil DeGrasse Tyson, on the general topic of wealthy people and things like the poverty and expensive job rides to near space.  The discussion was thought provoking and is accessible here (about 9 minutes).  Tyson gives some things to think about.

Economically and otherwise, I can’t grasp how I’d use a million dollars or anything close to it.  For Bezos $200 million is more like petty cash than a lot of money.

On the other hand, the gifts were, in my seeing, extremely significant and unexpected gifts to deserving recipients, to be used as Jose Andres and Van Jones decide.  $100 million is a bit better to launch something, that passing the hat for a spare buck here or there!

My guess is that the two men with progressive values will allocate the money wisely and for the greater good.  It will be interesting to watch.

 

 

 

Personal best.

Today the 32nd Olympiad began in Tokyo.

As usual, I did my rounds at the sports center minutes away.  I’ve written about it before.  Usually there are very few of us doing the circuit; sometimes I’m alone.  Sometimes I pass someone else; other times, someone passes me.  I do 11 rounds at a brisk walk; some struggle to do one round; others work up a sweat.

The sports center, Woodbury MN June 18, 2021

This particular week our space was invaded quite frequently.

Yesterday a tyke got a soccer ball into a net – I guesstimated that the ball he was maneuvering was a third his height.  Another day a few aspiring “Charles Atlas” kids were working out outside the orthopedic clinic which is in one corner.  I mused that they’re training to be future patients of an orthopedist.  In mid-field for a couple of days a bunch of enthusiastic middle schoolers were doing some group learning; as I passed by, one of them had been reduced to tears for some unknown reason.

For each of us, this space was our own Olympic Stadium – a place where we strive to maintain or improve some kind of personal best, or teamwork, as the case might be.

Of course, other things swirl around us.  The Olympiad itself was uncertain due to Covid-19.  It looks like the crowds will be whoever watches on TV around the world.  No on-site crowd will doubtless impact on performance.

Outside, this week there’s been a haze attributed to raging fires out west, causing respiratory distress.  A summer drought and unusually hot weather (and terrible floods in parts of Europe) are reminders from Mother Earth to not take things for granted.

Monday at my coffee place I was chatting with the server about the Covid-19 variant now stalking us, and what it might mean longer term.  She appeared to be early 20s at most – perhaps a college student.  “It’s an interesting season of life” she said.  A pithy sound bite.

This era most certainly is, and has been, “an interesting season” for young people especially.  September 11, 2021 will be the 20th birthday of 9-11-01, and everyone 20 years or younger will have lived their entire life thus far between 9-11 and Covid-19 and everything between.

Todays youngsters are not the first generation afflicted by difficult times.  Their future, nonetheless, seems somewhat less assured than for previous generations for all sorts of reasons.

Our “Personal Best”, it seems to me, will be to help protect this resource that is our earth.  This is all we have – no moon shot will save us.

All best to the athletes in Tokyo.  All best to all of us, everywhere.