The A-C of Steampunk

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Tesla's 1893 Worlds Fair

1893 World’s Fair Chicago

The time was spring 1893 and the civilized western world was eagerly awaiting the start of the Chicago World’s Fair.  For months everyone had heard of a new technology that could light up entire cities without a drop of kerosene, the flicker of flame, or choking smoke.  No, it was not Thomas Edison’s light-bulbs, but Nikola Tesla’s waves of alternating currents that would illuminate the Fair’s entire neo-classical city, as if to bring back the great minds of Greece into the Victorian-era of technology.  President Grover Cleveland pushed a button and thousands of incandescent lamps lit-up the fairgrounds like little full moons.  The world would never be the same again.  Imagine yourself in that place, at that time, and all you had known at night was the bleak shimmering glow of yellow-orange hue around you.  Now you see everything under bright white beams that evaporate darkness.

What that night must have felt like — hearing all the on-looking gasps — I can only dream and sigh.

The Victorian-era was a thriving age of science, history, literature, exquisite fashion and art.  And although it had its inhumanity in such things as child labor and women’s suffrage, to name two, it is the origins of remarkable discoveries in medical vaccines, anatomy, chemistry, and physics (including the first ceramic toilet) that soon made the world a little easier to bear.  Today’s Steampunk is a tribute to those virtues.

The slide show below is for your modern-historical enlightenment of a few Neo-Victorian contraptions you might find at Steampunk shoppes or conventions.

Due to caption limitations of the slide viewer, I will expand a bit more here on some of the images.  The Time Travel Marker is worn like a wrist watch and tracks your present locale in the time-space continuum.  The Storytelling Machine is quite fascinating.  You choose a marble, roll it down a shoot, and when it hits the bottom a story plays out the gramophone.  It is also capable of detecting trolls.  The Zoopraxiscope is an early version of blending a sewing machine, lantern, and images to produce the first prototype film projector.  The Gravity Reduction Instrument reduces an object’s gravity field rendering it weightless.  Dr. Evermor’s Forevertron sculpture stands 50-ft high and 120-ft wide, and transports you into any timeframe your heart desires.  The Edison Bi-polar Electric Fan will convert your present neurological condition into its reciprocal by 3-minutes of inhalation…or perspiration!  And the Steampunk Smartphone is the ancestor to the iPhones and Smartphones of today.

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I hope this brief post conveys to you the allure of Steampunk.  I am in love with it because of my passion for history, ingenuity, science, and the brilliance of an applied mind for the greater social good.  I’m an addict for its zaniness; oh what I would give to go back for a day!  Every year the fashion of Steampunk blows my mind – the women’s side is pure romance – a hypnotic side for me I did not delve into this time to my heart’s disappointment.  Ah, but I will soon!

Think where we might be (or not be) today had the telegraph, telephone, or AC electricity not been discovered, utilized, and perfected.  You wouldn’t be reading this now.  Think what we might not be listening to or dancing to had the gramophone or record player not been dabbled with and perfected.  Modern America and Europe owe much of their better, healthier, educated lifestyles to the genius of Victorian doctors and scientists.  Imagine if Bohr, Newton, Tesla, Einstein or Edison had not asked why over and over, or dreamt what could be and not asked why not.  Imagine that we still lived in an age where we are told what to think rather than taught how to think.  Steampunk is an artistic expression of that unrestraint with homage to its ancestors.

Imagination is everything.  It is the preview of life’s coming attractions.” – Albert Einstein

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Reminiscing A Strange Village

All through high school and my first three years of college, I never really slept; not because of studies or partying but because one band, one drummer, and this one song were my dream-pill.  I couldn’t sleep because when my lights went off I would always push my stereo power-button on, lay down the vinyl LP “Hemispheres” on side two, find the fourth song (a 9 minute instrumental), put my huge earphones on, crank-up the volume then lay down in my bed and travel…transcendentally.  This was my pleasure, my drug-of-euphoria.  Astoundingly, even today this song takes me on wondrous journeys to faraway Strange Villages.

To aid you in our journey the song’s 12 sections are listed on the video as your guide.  There are no penalties if you choose to close your eyes and go it alone.  I recommend it.  Here is La Villa Strangiato by Rush.  Won’t you travel with me?

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After the

Andain is a music duo out of San Francisco, CA with an electronic-acoustical blend of dark emotional sounds and lyrics.  This is exactly why I dig their music.  This particular song “After:” speaks to the circumstance of loss, separation, or abandonment in life — a very real part of families and/or relationships…and really about life itself.  Life is never just about roses, riches, and R&R.  Many things and many relationships that are raw, have their painful ups and downs.  Try to connect with the singer Mavie Marcos and what she is expressing…

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Feeling the flame burn
Feeling my veins hurt
After the wave forms
After the world storms

You spoke in side words
Failing the offer
Sending me out there
Feeling the cold air

You’re gone
You’re gone

Feeling the right words
Feeling the unheard
After the wave forms
After the world storms

You broke in my fears
Leaving me inside
Sending me out there
Feeling the cold air

You’re gone, I open
I will, I will see
Up and up and on and on and
Down and over me

And night after night of fooling myself
I would like to rewind and find something I’d never felt
And night after night I would tire of fooling myself
I could find what it’s like to lose something after it fell

As you’re gone I open
I will, I will see
Up and up and on and on and
Down and over me

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Loud Vulnerability

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I usually post these on my Music page, but this time I am breaking from convention, away from my usual monthly WordPress process.  This go round, I am sharing what it is like to be a courageous communicator with someone you love dearly.  Over the last 10-15 years of my life I have been approached by many friends and acquaintances about HOW to love more, to love deeper, and to love more freely.  In all the instances, with their successes and struggles, their fears and joys, I seem to offer the same advice:  Whatever you feel, whatever you think, whatever you do…do it as if you were in front of your lover all the time.  In other words, if you say, or do something that you know your lover/spouse wouldn’t encourage, then there is a problem.  And hence, the two of you (or more than two) must address this “fear” or “silence” as quickly as possible because you have stumbled upon a ticking time-bomb.

I also share this music because it takes me home.  One can often find me on weekends or holidays dancing at these kinds of places.  When I am lost in this type of place and this type of music….I am gone.  Nothing short of a nuclear blast will disconnect me.

This is Armin van Buuren‘s I’ll Listen featuring Ana Criedo.  Watch the video, listen to the music, and follow the lyrics below.  It is all well worth it.

I won’t ask you why
No I won’t play devil’s advocate
Don’t wanna try and fix it
And make it about me
When you’re lost and all alone in your pain
And nothing seems to make sense; all in vain
You find in here a safe space to cry
And I’ll just meet you there
The other ??world we’ll hide??

And you can share your heart
Show yourself
I’ll listen
And you can say it all
Reveal yourself
I’ll listen

I’ll listen, I will listen
I’ll listen, I’ll listen

And you can share your heart
Show yourself
When you need it
Just believe it
I’ll listen
And you can say it all
Reveal yourself
When you feel it
Just believe it
I’ll listen

I’ll listen, I will listen
I’ll listen, I’ll listen

And you can share your heart
Show yourself
I’ll listen
And you can say it all
Reveal yourself
I’ll listen