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T. Buckingham Thomas: a personal website

  Are you a member of the Oberlin College Class of 1969?
  Click the image at the left and then click on “Join Here.”
  You can reconnect with classmates and offer your own
  ideas for our 50th Reunion, coming up in May!

><>  You might be interested in some Oberlin articles recently posted here on my personal website:
><>  Our Reunion Planning Committee met last fall, and we learned a lot.
><>  An Olympic gold medalist was once our president; his cousin could have been everyone's president.
  <>  Getting to breakfast and German 101 required walking through a building with an aluminum collection.
  <>  Revisiting "My Favorite Year" concludes with recollections of December 1968.
  <>  A stash of WOBC Program Guides recalls our campus radio station in the Sixties.
><>  More articles are still to come!

 


 

FEB. 22, 2009 flashback   LOWERING THE TRICOLOR

Jokes in a late-night comedian’s monologue typically refer, in their punch lines, to something the audience already knows.  Because we’ve heard this fact lampooned before, we laugh on cue.

For example, from Jay Leno in 1990:  “You can't blame R.J. Reynolds for marketing their new cigarettes at minorities and young women.  They're the only ones left.  All the other groups they've targeted have died!”  This apparently macabre joke works only because we’ve already accepted that cigarette smoking is deadly.

I’d like to suggest that it may be time to retire one of these much-used  facts.  As we’re constantly reminded, at the beginning of World War II Hitler’s tanks stormed into France, and rather than risk the destruction of Paris by the overpowering force of the Germans, the French government  surrendered.  To that point all the other nations that Hitler had invaded had also given up.  Nevertheless, ever since, jokes have been based on the stereotype that the French are cowardly.

In this month’s Funny Times, Dave Barry reviews the past year.  He relates that in May 2008, Iran’s nuclear aspirations lead six nations to “convene an emergency meeting, during which they manage, in heated negotiations, to talk France out of surrendering.”

Then in July, “Barack Obama ... flies to Germany without using an airplane and gives a major speech speaking English and German simultaneously to 200,000 mesmerized Germans, who immediately elect him chancellor, prompting France to surrender.”

In the same issue, Will Durst asserts that Sen. John McCain ran the worst campaign ever.  “That includes New Coke, France in ’39, and Cloris Leachman on Dancing With The Stars.

And then this week, Carbolic Smoke Ball ran this fake headline:  “British, French Submarines Collide in Atlantic — French Sub Immediately Surrenders.”

After nearly 70 years, shouldn’t we surrender this stereotype?

 

FEB. 19, 2019    GRAPEFRUIT LEAGUE BEGINS FRIDAY


Drabble by Kevin Fagan (2018)

 

FEB. 17, 2019    YOUNG WOLVES AT MID-CENTURY

Why is this young man smiling?  He's “wolfing.”  Having noticed a cute blonde on campus yesterday, he has now joined her on the parlor couch.

She, however, is not smiling.  In fact, she's leaning away from the wolf, the better to watch Uncle Miltie on TV — because it's 1950.

All the 20th-century rules of propriety are being observed.  Of the couple's four feet, the prescribed minimum of three are on the floor, and the parlor door has been propped open with a wastebasket to discourage surreptitious shenanigans.

But how did the young man learn the blonde's name and address?  He used his Wolfbook.  The cartoon above appeared on the cover.  The photos inside included one particular freshman who today is an 86-year-old emeritus professor, still living near the campus.

My latest article gives you a peek at Wolfing in 1950.

 

FEB. 14, 2019 THEY SERVED US SALT AND SAWDUST


It was on this date 160 years ago — February 14, 1859 — that Oregon joined the Union.  The new state's first two Senators were Democrats Joseph Lane (far left) and Delazon Smith.

Oregon had been admitted as a free state, but Smith, despite having studied at abolitionist Oberlin College, “did not subscribe to anti-slavery sentiment.”  Having drawn the shorter straw, he received the shorter term, which would expire when the 36th Congress was sworn in on March 4, 1859.

Unfortunately, Oregon's legislature declined to re-elect him, so he was out.  He had served only 18 days as a United States Senator.  The seat would remain empty until a Republican was named in the fall of 1860.

Decades earlier, when Delazon Smith was an Oberlin student, he also served less than a full term.  “His disagreement with school policy and philosophy ... earned him an invitation to leave and not return.”  Thereupon he promptly published a book telling what was wrong with the college — including even the vittles.

The institutional food served in college cafeterias and dining halls has always drawn complaints.  That's why so many present-day students will instead send out for pizza.

In Smith's 1837 pamphlet Oberlin Unmasked, the disaffected former student described far worse fare at his boarding hall.  Article 5 of the Oberlin Covenant had proclaimed, “That we may have time and health for the Lord's service, we will eat only plain and wholesome food ... and deny ourselves all strong and unnecessary drinks ... and everything expensive that is simply calculated to gratify the palate.”

The college's leaders therefore prohibited such sinful substances as pork and pepper and coffee and tea.  Students sometimes had to subsist on bread and water, like prisoners!  They were, however, allowed salt.

Smith bemoaned the ban on all types of tea, including Bohea and Imperial and Gunpowder.  He claimed that folks from other towns could tell that a young man was from Oberlin by his emaciated appearance, his “lean, lantern-jawed visage.”

He was so appalled that he exclaimed, “We are led to cry out in the language of the poet!”  The nine-stanza tirade that resulted is the highlight of this fortnight's installment from Smith's book, entitled Board and Mode of Living.

 

FEB. 11, 2019    A GRAY DAY IN HISTORY

On this date 172 years ago, Thomas Edison was born in Milan, Ohio.  There was a college in the next county, but he never enrolled there.

On Edison's 29th birthday, Elisa Gray — who had in fact attended that college — drew a sketch in his notebook.  It depicted “an electrical apparatus for talking through a telegraph wire.”  In other words, he'd invented the telephone.

The sketch was dated February 11, 1876.  Alexander Graham Bell's patent drawings wouldn't be filed until three days later!

My latest article tells about Elisha Gray, The Edison of Oberlin College.

 

FEB. 8, 2019    THESE BILLS ARE CONFOUNDERATE!

Here are three 10-dollar bills that won't buy you a hot dog.  The first is play money, of course.

The second is smeared because it was printed poorly in some guy's basement; it's counterfeit.

And the third is Confederate.

In the early 1950s, when I was beginning to read, I didn't know much about history, but I did run across stories about hapless folks being paid with worthless money.  Sometimes it was called “counterfeit” and sometimes it was called “confederate,” and I thought those similar words must mean the same.

Back then, a few Civil War veterans were still alive.  Confederate currency was less than a hundred years old, and it was still mentioned occasionally. 



Now it's more than 150 years old, and you don't hear about it anymore — unless you're a collector, which I'm not.  However, the many variations of these “graybacks” and other denominations are interesting.

Below is a note from the third series, issued in 1861 and signed and numbered by hand.  Although backed only by bonds, within the Confederacy it was supposed to be “receivable in payment of all dues except export duties” and it would have been worth real money if the South had won the war.  “Six months after the ratification of a Treaty of Peace between the Confederate States and the United States, the Confederate States of America will pay to the bearer Ten Dollars.”

The man on the lower left is the CSA Secretary of State, Robert Mercer Taliaferro Hunter.  To balance the design, a stock image of innocence was chosen for the lower right.  Later it was discovered to be a vignette of one Alfred L. Elwyn.  But in 1861, Elwyn was no longer a child.  He had graduated from Harvard and co-founded the Pennsylvania Institution for the Blind as well as a school for mentally disabled children.  Now he was serving as the treasurer of the American Association for the Advancement of Science.  And, of course, he was an abolitionist.  

 

FEB. 5, 2009 flashback   HOLOGRAPHIC TV

One of the pleasures that youngsters receive from playing with scale models, like dollhouses or model train layouts, is a sense of empowerment.  As they tower over the Lilliputian scene below them, they are no longer children; they have become giants, and they're in control of all they survey.

I was 14 years old, and the Ohio State Buckeyes were NCAA basketball champions, when I realized it might be fun to watch a televised basketball game not as a picture on a screen but as a three-dimensional miniature.

Imagine a basketball arena reduced to 1/20 scale, with a court the size of a Foosball table and the players four inches high.  You and your friends gather around the table and watch the action from any angle you choose.  Or maybe instead of little athletes, you could see little actors performing a play.  I actually wrote up my idea as an essay, now long lost, for my eighth-grade English class.

How would it work?  I guessed that the positions of the players on the court could be detected with some sort of radar beam, or perhaps with one of those newly-invented "lasers."  That would constitute the camera.

In your living room would be the receiver, a transparent rectangular cube about four feet on a side.  Inside the cube, electronic circuits would precisely schedule the firing of millions of little guns, shooting tiny particles from one side of the interior to the other.  The guns would be timed so that 30 times a second, the particles would have reached positions in space corresponding to the surfaces of the real players.  At that instant, a strobe light would fire, illuminating the particles and forming ghostly images of miniature players.  A thirtieth of a second later, the next firing of the strobe would reveal a new set of particles in slightly different positions, and your eye would fill in the gaps.  Of course the expended particles would fall to the bottom of the box, and eventually you'd have to empty the litter tray like a birdcage.

My English teacher Mrs. Endsley said that she had no idea what I was trying to describe, but it certainly sounded clever.

Half a century later, in the January issue of Broadcast Engineering, Anthony R. Gargano muses about the state of television technology.  He seems to share my vision from long ago.

Further into the future is holographic television, a technology that's in the Stone Age today.  During its recent presidential election reporting, CNN used a scheme requiring 35 high-definition cameras to capture not a true hologram but a 360-degree image of a single reporter to transport her to the studio set.  Was it holographic video?  No, but it's certainly food for thought.  Clearly, we are in the early stages, taking small steps on the road to delivering the virtual reality of 360-degree holographic video to the home.

The MIT Media Lab has demonstrated the rendering of full color holograms as 1-inch cubic images that are updatable at video rates of 20 frames per second.  A research group at the University of Arizona demonstrated updatable monochromatic holograms at the size of a 4-inch cube.

Key challenges in progressing true holographic television are the sheer amount of high-speed memory and the computational horsepower required to generate motion video.  Given that many of today's cell phones have more computer power than the first space shuttle, clearly it's not a matter of if but just a matter of when you can watch that Sunday NFL game with 3-D players running on top of your coffee table-like imager as you walk around it checking the action and the views from end zone to end zone.

The proposed technology may be completely different, but my dream from 1960 is still alive!

2018 UPDATE

Daniel Smalley and a team of engineers at BYU are developing a version of my 1960 particle-based idea!  Here's an excerpt from the February 17, 2018, edition of Science News:

A new laser system renders full-color 3-D images in thin air, researchers report in the Jan. 25 Nature.

This system works by trapping a cellulose particle that's mere micrometers across in a beam of nearly invisible laser light.  That laser repeatedly moves the particle along a specific path through the air.  At each point on the particle's path, other lasers illuminate it with red, green or blue light, which the particle scatters in all directions.  This creates a single image pixel that can be viewed from all sides.  Because the particle whizzes through the air so quickly and loops through the same path over and over again, all the pixels blur together.

The team could create only small images.  Smalley says he is already imagining a system that manipulates 100 or even 1,000 particles at once.  With those improvements, "the sky becomes the limit,” he says.

 

FEB. 3, 2019    STAGING

It was the second Tuesday of September in 1969.  Some 120 miles to the southeast, they were still cleaning up from the Woodstock music festival, though it had been over for three weeks.  I myself, however, was on the campus of Syracuse University.  With about 70 other young adults, I was joining Sequence 22 of a Master's degree program in Radio and Television.

We entered the gleaming marble lobby of the Newhouse Communications Center.  (Two more units have since been added, and this building is now known as Newhouse One.)

Publishing billionaire S.I. Newhouse's antique printing press stood next to the lobby's impressive double staircase, reminding us of the roots of our chosen field: communication.  He had given the money to construct the Center, which had been dedicated by the President of the United States just five years before.

But over the next few weeks, I became interested in the staircase itself.  Not the tangled Pegasus on the wall.  Not even the Newhouse quote below it:

A free press must be fortified
with greater knowledge of the world
and skill in the arts of expression.

No, I was fascinated by the bottom four steps.  "You know,” I thought, “this  almost constitutes a ‘thrust’ stage, a good place to present Shakespeare. 

“All we'd need to do is punch a few holes for entrance doors.  We could even add an upper window at which a singer or a Chorus or a deus ex machina could appear without the need for a machina.”

I sketched my concept of the lobby redesigned as a theater.  Now, almost 50 years later, I've added arrows to indicate those doors.  The staircase and the drawing are in this month's 100 Moons article.

 

TBT


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