Lego Earth Day – February 22, 2023

In placing the final tile, I beat the April 22nd anniversary of Earth Day by two months, though, interestingly enough, if you go to the extensive website at earthday.org you can’t find that date mentioned anywhere, which I guess is their way of saying that every day is Earth Day.

And, by the way, I constructed the whole thing, including the globe and stand, despite numerous 21st century distractions, in less than the proverbial six days, when there was no streaming internet, just saying.

Noting that great power comes with great responsibility, I am taking special care in regard to my creation, lest it meet the same fateful path as its biblical inspiration. So, in an effort to reduce the possibility of Lego global warming, my first act is to light it only with LED bulbs.

Second, because a new study, published recently in Nature Reviews Earth and Environment, shows that global atmospheric dust has a slight overall cooling effect on the planet, I’ve stopped dusting and vacuuming.

Third, I am cutting back on carbon dioxide emissions in my home, which means not only restricting use of gas appliances, but also only exhaling once a day. Due to all the dust accumulating since invoking the rule above, this isn’t a problem, as I now only chance inhaling once a day also.

If all else fails, I’ve placed my earth in close proximity to possible escape vehicles.

The Earth – February 19, 2023

If you’ve ever wondered what the middle of our planet looks like – are there giant creatures and a big lake like in Journey to the Center of the Earth? – here’s a perfect recreation that I’ve assembled, demonstrating, once and for all, that there is a wheel and a couple of tires that turn our orb on its axis, but clearly no prehistoric animals, no duck, and no James Mason.

This inner mechanism eventually will be hidden from view, just as it is in the simulated computer game model we live on, once I bring forth the continents, emerging not from continuous tectonic activity over millions of years, but rather in a matter of days from the remaining plastic bags in the box sent to me by the almighty creator – Lego.

It’s ironic that the oceans also are contained in these bags, whereas, in the world as we know it, it’s just the opposite, most of the plastic is contained in the oceans.

My earth will have labels affixed to the land masses and oceans, a practice that, if followed by the nations of the world, might help prevent future balloons from wandering off course. And, given the 6500 plus satellites currently orbiting our home, solar powered traffic lights in the exosphere might not be a bad idea.

LEGO Typewriter – The Final Chapter

Apparently one can enter Lego speed champion contests. Given that it took me ten days to assemble the typewriter, breaking only to gargle and cut my toenails, I would have as much chance of winning one of those challenges as I would of breaking the current Rubik’s Cube world-record solution time of 3.47 seconds, which is faster than I can say Rubik’s Cube world-record solution time of 3.47 seconds.

IMG_0067.jpgSo I probably won’t be attempting the new 9000-piece LEGO Titanic, because, well, it’s titanic, even though there’s a YouTube video demonstrating how to do it in 10 minutes, which, according to an expedition financed by The History Channel, is twice as long as it took the real ship to sink.

But I am improving, making fewer mistakes than on earlier projects. And I spend less time searching for pieces now that I organize the bricks from each newly-opened bag on the table as if they were instruments on a tray in an operating room, which is only appropriate since half my life these days is spent wearing surgical masks.

The Keys to My Kingdom

I have a couple writing projects coming up, and my 44-year-old computer is running out of memory (and I can’t remember what to do about it), so I started looking around for a certified pre-owned, more recent model with limited key strokes on it, maybe from an estate sale of someone who only used it on Sundays.

But with the chip and truck driver shortages, and shipping containers piling high in Savannah, I wasn’t the only one knocking on doors to find Windows.

Then inspiration hit me like a ton of bricks, or more accurately, like 2079 bricks, and I decided to go old school and get a typewriter, or rather build a reportedly somewhat functional one out of LEGOs.

IMG_0059.jpgI’ve forgone my previous day-to-day reporting on construction projects and am proud to announce that I’ve made it through the first four bags of pieces since I put my tunnel visor on and went straight to the object of my desire at the LEGO store, without allowing myself to be tempted by whatever other sirens within might be calling my name.

I can already sense manuscriptorial (I thought and hoped I made this word up, but, alas, found that someone beat me to it in a publication available on ResearchGate) inspiration emanating from my work now that I have the keys in place.

A Study in Starlit

The telescope has been separated from the shuttle and sent into orbit; the cargo bay doors have been closed; and the shuttle has jumped to warp, headed for the second star to the right, and then straight on ’til morning.

IMG_0013.jpgNow that that’s all done, I have a confession to make. I ate the last cookie. No, wait, forget I said that. I meant to say that I’ve been stringing everyone along. Not in the sense of string theory, or string cheese, but rather in that I finished building the shuttle a week ago, but didn’t want to take time away from the process to write about it.

I had no Dr. Watson to chronicle my movements. So it’s possible that some of my recollections have minor inaccuracies, or major lies. History is written by the victors.

By the way, the world record (by a human) for solving a Rubik’s cube is 3.47 seconds.

A Sticky Situation

When I invest in LEGOs, I sign up for attaching bricks to one another, not for putting reflective stickers onto payload bay doors. (I told a fellow aficionado on a Zoom call that I had purchased the shuttle set and the only thing he wanted to know was how much trouble the stickers were.) If I wanted to play with adhesives, I would have taken up scrapbooking.

One reviewer suggested that you pace yourself when assembling this “space geek’s dream” so that you have enough energy when you get to the delicate chore involving the stickers. How about if the LEGO people just give you pieces with the stickers already on them!

IMG_0022.jpgIt’s like trying to get flypaper (no pun originally intended) off your hands. If you display the shuttle with the bay doors open, and the Hubble telescope in launch position, you might notice any misaligned stickers. If Hal closes the bay door, Dave might be in trouble, but everything else looks fine.

In any event, I shouldn’t have to deal with these kinds of details. I think I need a LEGO apprentice, someone to finish up the details for me. If Rembrandt could have help and still sign his name at the bottom, why can’t I?

#$@&%*!

The interior base of the space shuttle is the most colorful LEGO thing I’ve done yet, if you count various shades of gray (as opposed to Grey) as colors. It’s a shame that it will disappear from sight by the time I’m finished, assuming I finish.

IMG_0004.jpgMy biggest obstacle now appears to be my piano playing. Huh? Well, you see, my piano teacher privately censures me if I don’t keep my fingernails sufficiently trimmed, as if that will overcome a lack of talent. Hers are down to the knuckle.

What does this have to do with my construction projects? With each set, LEGO provides you with their version of the Swiss Army knife, a tool that helps you detach different kinds of bricks from each other. It’s a marvelous tool (of course) that is of great help, but, unfortunately, doesn’t solve every problem.

I have, on more than one occasion, managed to misread instructions and mistakenly fit pieces together in ways that suggest a crime against nature and go far beyond the classic dilemma of fitting a square peg into a round hole.

Because this kind of error is unforeseen, if not actually impossible, the LEGO people didn’t bother to give their tool a function capable of extracting pieces in this condition from one another. That’s where fingernails come in handy. Without them, I’m afraid, there is a lot of blood and blasphemy.

Something in the Air

As long as I’m proceeding with construction of the shuttle, I might as well go full steam ahead. This isn’t a winter, there’s nothing else to do, project.

So before opening the box, I head to the store and buy a container of organic, fair-trade, instant coffee, the first coffee that’s ever graced my residence, so that I won’t lose any valuable, afternoon work time to a siesta. I don’t actually plan on drinking any of it, just using it as a threat.

I open the box. The one thing the LEGO people (not to be confused with the Martian clay people from Flash Gordon, or The Clay People band from Albany, New York) haven’t done is to give their pieces a mild aroma that could fill the room like fresh flowers. I take the initiative and spray lavender into the air. To avoid the unwanted, unproven, consequence of it acting as a sleep aid, I open the lid of the coffee container to allow its bouquet to counteract that possibility.

IMG_0020.jpgThe instructions start with the Hubble Space Telescope, which can be displayed separately or carried by the shuttle as it was when launched into orbit by Discovery on April 24, 1990. Construction is a piece of cake, but a small affront to my sensibilities. The telescope employs something other than the classic bricks to represent the solar arrays that power it. This feels like a cheat, but not mine, so I forgive the Danes their transgression, and move on, right after a nap.

Slowly I Turned

When we parted, Pauline was tied to the railroad tracks and a train was bearing down on her. No, wait, this cliffhanger was more Shakespearean, to open the box or not to open the box.

IMG_0016.jpgThe bag containing the box stared at me with its big red eyes, like a puppy that had been up all night cramming for its final obedience test. That bag had already caused me problems, trying to carry it home on a windy day. A big gust had almost torn it from my hands and sent it careening down the sidewalk.

Fortunately, my momentum was stopped by a van that had just pulled up to ferry a group of locals to Alabama, the land of plenty, where a million-and-a-half doses of COVID vaccine sit unused on shelves.

This added factor, concern that my wind-blown adventure may have caused damage to the space shuttle, destroying parts of the heat shield, gave me no choice but to open the box. But there were so many pieces, and I was unfamiliar with them, not sure what was what. The only safe course of action is to go through all the instructions, step by step, inch by inch, and so I will. It’s my destiny.

Orbiter Vehicle Designation: OV-103

Temptation, thy name is LEGO. Just when I thought it was safe to start thinking about something other than little plastic bricks, like seeing friends again and carefully frolicking (is that a thing?) in the warmer weather, you came out with your new Space Shuttle Discovery and accompanying Hubble telescope.

I thought to myself, because there’s still no one else around, I need help. There must be a pandemic hotline to call. Or a book. I’ve gone through several Zoom addiction-related publications – Zoom Nation; Zoom or Die; and Bang, Zoom, to the Moon Alice.

Then I had an epiphany (the 78th one in the last 14 months according to the list I’ve been keeping). I’ll buy the set and put it in the back of a closet, behind things I never use, like the 23 boxes of Lysol wipes the CDC now says we never really needed for wiping down our mail (so I won’t bother with the tax statement i just received that was postmarked January 29).

It will be just as if I had purchased an on-sale Christmas present early. Of course I’ve never actually purchased a Christmas present, but I’ve heard stories.

So I did it. I ventured to the LEGO store, for my first in-person purchase of a set, where I had to embarrassingly admit that I was not a member of their VIP club, embarrassing only there, not in the real world, where the opposite is true.

So now I’m staring at the box, and it’s staring back, all 2354 pieces of it. Do I have the will power to stick to my plan? Tune in tomorrow.