October 12th, 2009

NCC-1701 Nebula 1


Twenty-plus-some years of using a radio alarm to wake up and I've never gotten into the habit of using the snooze button.

I've had my current little unit since junior high, in the late 80s, and it's still working. I've always used the radio alarm: the unit's BEEP BEEP BEEP alarm scares me. (In college I had a smaller alarm with a less assertive beep beep beep. Good idea with roommates.) And for a long time I've gone to sleep with music -- oo, sounds intimate -- whether it was WAVA Top 40 in the late 80s or Northwest Public Radio's end-of-the-day music programming when I lived in Hermiston, Oregon in the late 90s. Nowadays it's KINK 101.9 that takes me to sleep and wakes me up.

But I don't use the snooze button. It's just 10 minutes' reprieve; then the music starts again, and you're 10 minutes closer to the time when you HAVE TO be put together and out the door. Not that I don't sometimes linger in bed -- the warm, warm bed -- trust me, I do, but I just let the music play while I try to gather my mind into a recognizable shape. Maybe the music helps. I like having music around.

(By the way, one odd thing I've noticed is that when I'm really having trouble waking up, everything coming from the radio sounds the tiniest touch sped up. It's like my processing speed is a little slow at those times.)

Especially nowadays, once I'm awake, I have trouble getting back to sleep. After my unexpectedly early night's sleep Saturday night -- in bed in the 6 o'clock hour to get some rest before dinner, drifting off sometime between then and 8, waking up at midnight -- led to what was looking to be a fairly long night of not sleeping. But I seemed to be awake enough. I wasn't tired. I did some reading and some online stuff and, 'round 4, felt awake enough to watch more Farscape, with some stretching out in bed at times in between all that. Never managed to fall back asleep, but I rested. And yesterday's walking around was part of my cunning plan to be ready to sleep Sunday night. Which I was. And I slept. And I feel better now. Solid six hours, which is what I tend to get lately.

I have plenty to think about right now, so once I'm awake and thinking about said stuff, that's probably part of the not-getting-back-to-sleep thing. The snooze button wouldn't help there. You wouldn't want it to help, either. Press a button and not think about stuff? Doesn't work hat way.

That's some of where my mind is this morning.
Good Omens

Gonna bike on the bike-way

Refresh my memory!

Very early in the 80s, when I lived in Camarillo, CA and was getting my first exposure to cable TV, I remember some science fiction-ish action film. And I can't remember the title. It was something PG-rated, so it wasn't Mad Max or The Road Warrior, but it had a similar concept: it's hard to get gasoline in at least parts of the world. It had desert landscapes, car stunts, and explosions.

Here's the big thing about the film that I remember. There's a big city, bustling -- i.e. if this is a post-apocalyptic world, the apocalypse hasn't affected this city so much -- but there's a shot of a multi-lane freeway with, instead of cars, hundreds of people on bikes. I also remember the city had planes flying around it, so either gas was more available in this city or its use had been completely diverted to non-car use. (Though what happens in that future when that supply runs out was apparently a question that hadn't been answered yet.)

I've long forgotten the title of the film, but that freeway full of bikes, I've always remembered that. The film would've been circa 1980 or 1981. Again, probably PG-rated, because HBO played it during the day.

Anyone else remember it? Have I pureed two or more films together into a confused remembrance? (I've done that before. My memories of my first viewing of 2001: A Space Odyssey got mixed up with some other science fiction film. So I "remembered" the Discovery making noise in space and having windows all along its spine, and I "remembered" poor Frank Poole outside the ship, um, exploding. None of which was in Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C. Clarke's film.)