The Home Planetarium Association, established in the early 90's, is proud to recognize the above people to be among the pioneers of building, restoring, collecting, and operating star theaters and projectors at home. The galaxy of home planetaria can be broken down into four major 'arms', home built spherical projectors, home built cylinder projectors, restored old commercial projectors, and collecting/curating old commercial projectors. The newer video projection area is considered part of the halo of related activities, as is collecting various toy projectors and other memorabilia related to planetariums.
Thursday, December 26, 2019
Pioneers of Home Planetariums
The Home Planetarium Association, established in the early 90's, is proud to recognize the above people to be among the pioneers of building, restoring, collecting, and operating star theaters and projectors at home. The galaxy of home planetaria can be broken down into four major 'arms', home built spherical projectors, home built cylinder projectors, restored old commercial projectors, and collecting/curating old commercial projectors. The newer video projection area is considered part of the halo of related activities, as is collecting various toy projectors and other memorabilia related to planetariums.
Friday, August 16, 2019
Musee d’art Contemporain de Planetaria
Newest Addition: Wheelie-Plan
Hidden Planetaria of Paris (in plain sight)
Museum now in Atlas Obscura!
NEW Under Construction
you just don't see these anymorepink star trawler (rarely occurring in nature)
Projects in Therapy (it happens)
Historical Stuff
CLICK HERE Hall of Fame Link
Haunted Planetaria!
CLICK HERE Haunted Planetaria Link
Welcome Video (30 seconds)
CLICK HERE Very Short Intro Video
The Beasts Themselves
The Quarterback
The El Cheapo
Why Overcomplicate
The Grinning Buoy
The Mumma-lator
Wheel-a-Bulb
PB& Jelly Fish
The Brickless Mortar
First Birthday
Orange Hoser
Orange Hoser with Floyd Attachment
Dragon Breath
Alien Movie Star
Stainless Steelier Than Thou
Personal Plan Planetarium (In Pink) Part 2
Dumbellerific
Wobbler Spin Cycle
Big Bulb Blastoff
Cardboard Hellscape
2020 Exhibition Tour Schedule
Jan - April Allentown PA Museum of Whatsits
May - July Fargo ND Museum of Its Not About You Is It
Aug - Dec Butte MT Museum of Because We Say Its Art
Gary Likert
Strange Planetarium Museum Curator
aka The Loud Jacketed Man
Sunday, January 7, 2018
How I Got My Own Stars
I got the idea I'd watch the stars, so I went out into the backyard clutching a small book to see them.
I couldn't see much, only the Big Dipper, there were too many lights.
I got a tiny spyglass so I could see more stars. It didnt work, it was too shaky and I couldnt see anything
So I saved and saved and got a larger department store telescope. Now I could see some nebulae and a bright galaxy or two, but the city lights were too bright. It was cold in the winter. It was hot in the summer. I couldnt stay up late.
I still couldnt watch the stars very well. I remembered once on vacation way out in the country I had really seen the stars, but I couldnt bring them home with me.
Then one day I got an idea. I took a cakebox from the bakery, punched holes in it with a safety pin, and put a small light under it in my darkened room I saw stars!
I made a small dome in my closet with poster board. I punched more stars. I saw the Big Dipper again, only now I could see it whenever I wanted. No late nights. No city lights. No cold winters or hot summers.
Then came life .. high school, college, marriage, a house, jobs, a son .. and my star dream slept until I moved to this small farm. Then I remembered my star dream.
I got a bigger telescope and went out, but the same problems were still there.
City lights. Early jobs. Cold winters. Hot summers. And then I remembered that cakebox in the closet.
And I remembered saying in my own dark .. I see stars!
And so I built and drilled and learned and experimented and tested and developed until one day I went into my own little building out in my backyard..
And in my own dark I flipped a switch.
And I almost shouted with joy.
NOW. After all these years .. I had my own .
I had my own stars.
Do you want to see them?
I couldn't see much, only the Big Dipper, there were too many lights.
I got a tiny spyglass so I could see more stars. It didnt work, it was too shaky and I couldnt see anything
So I saved and saved and got a larger department store telescope. Now I could see some nebulae and a bright galaxy or two, but the city lights were too bright. It was cold in the winter. It was hot in the summer. I couldnt stay up late.
I still couldnt watch the stars very well. I remembered once on vacation way out in the country I had really seen the stars, but I couldnt bring them home with me.
Then one day I got an idea. I took a cakebox from the bakery, punched holes in it with a safety pin, and put a small light under it in my darkened room I saw stars!
I made a small dome in my closet with poster board. I punched more stars. I saw the Big Dipper again, only now I could see it whenever I wanted. No late nights. No city lights. No cold winters or hot summers.
Then came life .. high school, college, marriage, a house, jobs, a son .. and my star dream slept until I moved to this small farm. Then I remembered my star dream.
I got a bigger telescope and went out, but the same problems were still there.
City lights. Early jobs. Cold winters. Hot summers. And then I remembered that cakebox in the closet.
And I remembered saying in my own dark .. I see stars!
And so I built and drilled and learned and experimented and tested and developed until one day I went into my own little building out in my backyard..
And in my own dark I flipped a switch.
And I almost shouted with joy.
NOW. After all these years .. I had my own .
I had my own stars.
Do you want to see them?
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Baseballs and Broken Glass
Can we see the universe, or at least a model of it, in everyday 'junk' we find, or in the odd assortment of items we collect as we go through life? It isn't hard if you look deeply - for all things are IN and OF the universe are they not? So all things can model the universe in at least some way.
I stepped on a spare window the other day - it had been leaning against a wall in my barn, had fallen over, and bang - I stepped right in it - it shattered somewhat but held together. Wasn't it the universe? A Big Bang had sent fissures rippling outward . pieces of it were breaking off, or precariously holding together. It was transparent, emitting light, yet it had its solid parts reflecting stray beams. Perhaps some giant foot had set off our own cosmos?
In a previous job, having nothing to do at lunch. I used to wander a baseball field in a nearby city park. Over the months I accumulated over 20 baseballs, which I put into a basket in that same barn. Wondering what to do with them, I then realized THEY TOO could be a symbol of the universe from the right perspective. Were they hydrogren atoms then, closely packed together making up the higher elements? Did their stitched seams represent gravity, holding the canvass of creation together? Or were they the spheres of all matter, rounded and stuck together by mutual attraction? Could they collide with each other - were they at one time batted into a new trajectory?
Everyday junk and incidental collections. Baseballs and Broken Glass. Whats in your universe that maybe IS your universe?
I stepped on a spare window the other day - it had been leaning against a wall in my barn, had fallen over, and bang - I stepped right in it - it shattered somewhat but held together. Wasn't it the universe? A Big Bang had sent fissures rippling outward . pieces of it were breaking off, or precariously holding together. It was transparent, emitting light, yet it had its solid parts reflecting stray beams. Perhaps some giant foot had set off our own cosmos?
In a previous job, having nothing to do at lunch. I used to wander a baseball field in a nearby city park. Over the months I accumulated over 20 baseballs, which I put into a basket in that same barn. Wondering what to do with them, I then realized THEY TOO could be a symbol of the universe from the right perspective. Were they hydrogren atoms then, closely packed together making up the higher elements? Did their stitched seams represent gravity, holding the canvass of creation together? Or were they the spheres of all matter, rounded and stuck together by mutual attraction? Could they collide with each other - were they at one time batted into a new trajectory?
Everyday junk and incidental collections. Baseballs and Broken Glass. Whats in your universe that maybe IS your universe?
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
People Magazine Article!
Never Sent - but still true.
Shakespears original Globe Theater was open aired - that means playgoers could literally attend their midsummer nights dreams under the stars. I wanted to recreate that experience, not literally of course - too much rain in middle tennessee, but I built a planetarium instead. Lassoed the stars if you will, then looked into the 'great beyond' of cyberspace and found I wasnt alone in this unique pasttime. Other luminaries beckoned, all I had to do was ask.
I bought the projector from a reclusive genius named Steve Smith - drove to Arizona one improbable 72 hours with my father, Nashville to Douglas AZ and back to retrieve it. Smith spent a year painstakingly creating both a scientific instrument and folk art - a 20 inch copper cylinder that is best looked at before seeing what it can show you. 85 lenses - it takes the breath away.
But the others, they are out there. Ron Walker near Phoenix, filmmaker and purveyor of dreams called me one day, or tried to. He restores old commercial units, and blends his artist sensibilities with an engineers expertise. I'd never met anyone like Ron. But then others surfaced as if by magic. To wit, Charles Jones, professional magician, appeared out of nowhere (how else?) and demonstrated machines he had built decades ago - he was an expert in many fields, most of all the illusion that is central to the planetarium experience. You WILL believe you are under the night sky, but not tonight in the city .. 100 years ago perhaps - when natures stars were the only cable and movie folks needed .. in their glory.
Owen Phairius appeared, with a collection of vintage scientific apparatus and a dream of opening a museum to display them. Owens from California - hes run Planetariums for decades, an incredible voice collecting incredible machines. Ken Miller's from California too - an engineer by trade, he can discuss voltages and light bulb specs like most of us discuss the weather. These people rock!
And so I built it - my little 15 foot theater - I have a little group called the Home Planetarium Association (www.planetariumsathome.) with a newsletter that comes out when I manage to get it out - very old fashioned. Like the stars. Like the Hayden. Adler. Like Armand Spitz would have liked it. I knew other pioneers in the field, Richard Emmons mainly, who I dub the 'father' of home planetariums. He ran one from his garage, and set one up in an Ohio classroom in the 50's. His daughter is still a valued correspondent.
So I built it .. I think they will come to my own little field of dreams. I'll call a newspaper or two soon. And let them in. But I'm savoring a few more silent nights by myself with my stars. Gods stars really, they arent mine. But on the other hand, they belong to all of us. Its just that nobody looks at them anymore. I figure maybe I'll start changing that. One child at a time.
Shakespears original Globe Theater was open aired - that means playgoers could literally attend their midsummer nights dreams under the stars. I wanted to recreate that experience, not literally of course - too much rain in middle tennessee, but I built a planetarium instead. Lassoed the stars if you will, then looked into the 'great beyond' of cyberspace and found I wasnt alone in this unique pasttime. Other luminaries beckoned, all I had to do was ask.
I bought the projector from a reclusive genius named Steve Smith - drove to Arizona one improbable 72 hours with my father, Nashville to Douglas AZ and back to retrieve it. Smith spent a year painstakingly creating both a scientific instrument and folk art - a 20 inch copper cylinder that is best looked at before seeing what it can show you. 85 lenses - it takes the breath away.
But the others, they are out there. Ron Walker near Phoenix, filmmaker and purveyor of dreams called me one day, or tried to. He restores old commercial units, and blends his artist sensibilities with an engineers expertise. I'd never met anyone like Ron. But then others surfaced as if by magic. To wit, Charles Jones, professional magician, appeared out of nowhere (how else?) and demonstrated machines he had built decades ago - he was an expert in many fields, most of all the illusion that is central to the planetarium experience. You WILL believe you are under the night sky, but not tonight in the city .. 100 years ago perhaps - when natures stars were the only cable and movie folks needed .. in their glory.
Owen Phairius appeared, with a collection of vintage scientific apparatus and a dream of opening a museum to display them. Owens from California - hes run Planetariums for decades, an incredible voice collecting incredible machines. Ken Miller's from California too - an engineer by trade, he can discuss voltages and light bulb specs like most of us discuss the weather. These people rock!
And so I built it - my little 15 foot theater - I have a little group called the Home Planetarium Association (www.planetariumsathome.) with a newsletter that comes out when I manage to get it out - very old fashioned. Like the stars. Like the Hayden. Adler. Like Armand Spitz would have liked it. I knew other pioneers in the field, Richard Emmons mainly, who I dub the 'father' of home planetariums. He ran one from his garage, and set one up in an Ohio classroom in the 50's. His daughter is still a valued correspondent.
So I built it .. I think they will come to my own little field of dreams. I'll call a newspaper or two soon. And let them in. But I'm savoring a few more silent nights by myself with my stars. Gods stars really, they arent mine. But on the other hand, they belong to all of us. Its just that nobody looks at them anymore. I figure maybe I'll start changing that. One child at a time.
A Brief History of the HPA
From Observatory Central May 2007
A Brief History of HPA
In the 60's I was in Villa Park Illinois outside Chicago - 33 North Second Street to be exact, off St Charles near Roosevelt and North Avenue, and I struggle to remember the dawn of my astronomical interest. As much as I'd like to say it was the few trips to the Adler Planetarium that were FIRST setting me on this road, and these surely planted the seeds for HPA 30 years later, before planetariums for me were telescopes. And I've traced this fascination to an earlier fascination of staring for months at the Sears Christmas catalog. I would dream of the things I saw there, and on one page was a 60 MM telescope, clamped to of all things a stepladder - it had no mount. Getting a later model, then a more traditional 'dept store' 2.4, then 7x50 binocs, led me to amateur astronomy. Oddly though, the old Topps department store on North Avenue sold cakes, and a cake box punched with holes with a light inside soon found its way to Alan Weigers darkened bedroom - we saw our own stars a few times. Then all of this slept for many years. I have since found and given Alan credit - he heads the drama department at Elmhurst College today and follows my progress with interest. Trips to planetariums at Cranbrook and Abrahms at Michigan State where I graduate keep alive this sleeping interest.
Fast forward to Detroit and the years most of us go through, high school, college, marriage, houses, jobs .. two 6 inch scopes get built and i devlop my own unique penchant for building low tech things myself, clutching a library book by Sam Brown replete with telescopes built from 2x4's and little else. That was me, I was dubbed a bit of an 'astro hillbilly'. Years go by, career leads me to Tennessee and an old farm. Astronomy sleeps as my music hobby blossoms, bands follow in my barn mostly, and an interest in writing explodes. I become part of a mail-based group called the HRSC, the Home Recording Star Coalition, we write and tape our own compilations, volumes. I begin writing a newsletter for the group and grow frustrated its leader is rather inactive over time, leading me to resolve to create my own pre-internet network. At this time my astronomy interest resurfaces and I create the Spyglass Network, SGN. It flourishes for over 30 issues, and it was a free-for-all, mail based juggarnaut - at one time 5 other members started their own spinoff newsletters - it was about everything astro, but skewed more and more into writing, my secret passion - poems, stories .. humor - we published some items in the larger world.. I still get mail, wondered where SGN went .. I had fueled it with a book of stamps a week for many years .. but then something spun off
Reading one day in the old Starry Messenger want ads, I come across a 'drilled starball' being sold by someone named Dick Emmons. Mesmerized, my planetarium core leaped out of my heart and wrote a check for 200 dollars and sent it some place called North Canton in Ohio. Seeds long ago planted were about to burst .
I didnt actually have a running planetarium until Issue 8 and several years had gone by, that seems almost incredible looking back a decade, but after purchasing the Emmons Starball, HPA unfolded but slowly. Modeling the newsletter on the HRSC and SGN formats that had come before was easy, and thats why they are people oriented, quote oriented, prepared material is rare, its mostly just quotes. Being of limited means, at this point the 200 buck investment was huge, and long I pondered how to even get a light inside it, let alone build a dome. I had trouble building a shed to house a dome! These things would get built, and by then I was in a financial renaiisance, allowing me to purchase Steve Smiths 20 inch copper cylinder (which i believe is destined for a magazine cover someday, i'm working on the mounting it needs right now), A Spitz A2 from Mr Pielock, who everyone seems to know as one of the premier old projector and related collector/dealers, if not THE man. More recently I dared to put up a standalone 15 foot theater, its 3 years and still being worked on - money became tight again so it was largely back to do it yourself. Strange habits insued as they will in this pursuit - owning a large country barn facilitated the collection of odd size globes, old slide projectors, anything vaguely related. Having an amateur band inhouse for years brought disco lights, fog machines etc - we specialized in Halloween parties and it was a short walk from the stage we had built to the dome...
But this was me doing these things.. and I talked about them in HPA - but HPA quickly became so much more, everywhere i turned in this dawn of the Internet age new dirt grew new seeds. Staggeringly enthusiastic people - the Emmons family, Steve and Emma Smith - Bob Myler - Roy Gustafson. I was like a seabird I saw in Hawaii, riding the thermals up the beautiful cliffs of Oahu - I found myself at IPS conferences, explaining to bemused professionals 'lean tos are very American' (from one slide I still have) Nashville, Pensacola, and Cleveland - people I meet today still remember my little exhibit table - I didnt get a whole lot of interest, but it was just BEING there - . when I sat at Emmons table and I was included in his Spitz lecture, I felt .. this has its place .. and many of those professionals had a foot in the home realm - articles were published .. it seemed like it would go on gaining altitude forever.
Other holdovers from who I was transfered over - short stories - history .. there were so many facets of this . but then I began giving shows and I quit after 13 issues. for a long time. Life intervened - I laid it all down .. the theater and projector slept - HPA faded .. personal problems, career problems, you name it .. they happened .. fast forward to early last year, the sparks reignited .. it all began coming together again, yet I knew all those years, alot of personal archeology was necessary - things were rusting .. shelves had become dusty ..
but now the net was here to stay .. digital cameras .. and someone named Ron Walker who had somehow contacted one of the few holdovers from the SGN days, Murray Cragin, co-author of the Deep Sky Field Guide.. and as the new theater took shape, the old things were dusted off - Richard Emmons passed .. and the thought of a new newsletter came up - and some of those people were still around .. and amazing new people were but an email away - and old music, words were becoming new again, and new words abounded. And now with Issue 17 being worked on, the old issues being revived, and a place like this to daily converse .. the original dream is back and riding those thermals again .
A Brief History of HPA
In the 60's I was in Villa Park Illinois outside Chicago - 33 North Second Street to be exact, off St Charles near Roosevelt and North Avenue, and I struggle to remember the dawn of my astronomical interest. As much as I'd like to say it was the few trips to the Adler Planetarium that were FIRST setting me on this road, and these surely planted the seeds for HPA 30 years later, before planetariums for me were telescopes. And I've traced this fascination to an earlier fascination of staring for months at the Sears Christmas catalog. I would dream of the things I saw there, and on one page was a 60 MM telescope, clamped to of all things a stepladder - it had no mount. Getting a later model, then a more traditional 'dept store' 2.4, then 7x50 binocs, led me to amateur astronomy. Oddly though, the old Topps department store on North Avenue sold cakes, and a cake box punched with holes with a light inside soon found its way to Alan Weigers darkened bedroom - we saw our own stars a few times. Then all of this slept for many years. I have since found and given Alan credit - he heads the drama department at Elmhurst College today and follows my progress with interest. Trips to planetariums at Cranbrook and Abrahms at Michigan State where I graduate keep alive this sleeping interest.
Fast forward to Detroit and the years most of us go through, high school, college, marriage, houses, jobs .. two 6 inch scopes get built and i devlop my own unique penchant for building low tech things myself, clutching a library book by Sam Brown replete with telescopes built from 2x4's and little else. That was me, I was dubbed a bit of an 'astro hillbilly'. Years go by, career leads me to Tennessee and an old farm. Astronomy sleeps as my music hobby blossoms, bands follow in my barn mostly, and an interest in writing explodes. I become part of a mail-based group called the HRSC, the Home Recording Star Coalition, we write and tape our own compilations, volumes. I begin writing a newsletter for the group and grow frustrated its leader is rather inactive over time, leading me to resolve to create my own pre-internet network. At this time my astronomy interest resurfaces and I create the Spyglass Network, SGN. It flourishes for over 30 issues, and it was a free-for-all, mail based juggarnaut - at one time 5 other members started their own spinoff newsletters - it was about everything astro, but skewed more and more into writing, my secret passion - poems, stories .. humor - we published some items in the larger world.. I still get mail, wondered where SGN went .. I had fueled it with a book of stamps a week for many years .. but then something spun off
Reading one day in the old Starry Messenger want ads, I come across a 'drilled starball' being sold by someone named Dick Emmons. Mesmerized, my planetarium core leaped out of my heart and wrote a check for 200 dollars and sent it some place called North Canton in Ohio. Seeds long ago planted were about to burst .
I didnt actually have a running planetarium until Issue 8 and several years had gone by, that seems almost incredible looking back a decade, but after purchasing the Emmons Starball, HPA unfolded but slowly. Modeling the newsletter on the HRSC and SGN formats that had come before was easy, and thats why they are people oriented, quote oriented, prepared material is rare, its mostly just quotes. Being of limited means, at this point the 200 buck investment was huge, and long I pondered how to even get a light inside it, let alone build a dome. I had trouble building a shed to house a dome! These things would get built, and by then I was in a financial renaiisance, allowing me to purchase Steve Smiths 20 inch copper cylinder (which i believe is destined for a magazine cover someday, i'm working on the mounting it needs right now), A Spitz A2 from Mr Pielock, who everyone seems to know as one of the premier old projector and related collector/dealers, if not THE man. More recently I dared to put up a standalone 15 foot theater, its 3 years and still being worked on - money became tight again so it was largely back to do it yourself. Strange habits insued as they will in this pursuit - owning a large country barn facilitated the collection of odd size globes, old slide projectors, anything vaguely related. Having an amateur band inhouse for years brought disco lights, fog machines etc - we specialized in Halloween parties and it was a short walk from the stage we had built to the dome...
But this was me doing these things.. and I talked about them in HPA - but HPA quickly became so much more, everywhere i turned in this dawn of the Internet age new dirt grew new seeds. Staggeringly enthusiastic people - the Emmons family, Steve and Emma Smith - Bob Myler - Roy Gustafson. I was like a seabird I saw in Hawaii, riding the thermals up the beautiful cliffs of Oahu - I found myself at IPS conferences, explaining to bemused professionals 'lean tos are very American' (from one slide I still have) Nashville, Pensacola, and Cleveland - people I meet today still remember my little exhibit table - I didnt get a whole lot of interest, but it was just BEING there - . when I sat at Emmons table and I was included in his Spitz lecture, I felt .. this has its place .. and many of those professionals had a foot in the home realm - articles were published .. it seemed like it would go on gaining altitude forever.
Other holdovers from who I was transfered over - short stories - history .. there were so many facets of this . but then I began giving shows and I quit after 13 issues. for a long time. Life intervened - I laid it all down .. the theater and projector slept - HPA faded .. personal problems, career problems, you name it .. they happened .. fast forward to early last year, the sparks reignited .. it all began coming together again, yet I knew all those years, alot of personal archeology was necessary - things were rusting .. shelves had become dusty ..
but now the net was here to stay .. digital cameras .. and someone named Ron Walker who had somehow contacted one of the few holdovers from the SGN days, Murray Cragin, co-author of the Deep Sky Field Guide.. and as the new theater took shape, the old things were dusted off - Richard Emmons passed .. and the thought of a new newsletter came up - and some of those people were still around .. and amazing new people were but an email away - and old music, words were becoming new again, and new words abounded. And now with Issue 17 being worked on, the old issues being revived, and a place like this to daily converse .. the original dream is back and riding those thermals again .
Saturday, February 4, 2017
Songs for the Year
The Planetaria Oscura Newsletter ran for 1 year from March 2016 to February 2017, and each issue has been summarized here. Every issue had a theme song, captured here in youtube videos. Its gratifying to have a song for each month.
March - We Have Heaven (Tell the March Hare) YES
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwKeNpudw3U
April/May - Pieces of April (Its a Morning in May) THREE DOG NIGHT
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdL6VxDaB64
June - Jennifer Juniper - DONOVAN
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1cESSh-SqU
July - July Morning - URIAH HEEP
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkyiQyXGHOE
August
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHAnMd24pd4
September - September - EARTH WIND and FIRE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gs069dndIYk&list=RDGs069dndIYk
October - Theme from the Twilight Zone
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G11AhAIf18A
November - November - SLEEPING WITH SIRENS
Sleeping With Sirens - "November" (Full Album Stream) - YouTube
December - Remember December - DEMI LOGAT
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmp5_cayCIs
January - Happy New Year - ABBA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Uo0JAUWijM
February - February - ELZHI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZTcta21Dh0
March - We Have Heaven (Tell the March Hare) YES
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwKeNpudw3U
April/May - Pieces of April (Its a Morning in May) THREE DOG NIGHT
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdL6VxDaB64
June - Jennifer Juniper - DONOVAN
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1cESSh-SqU
July - July Morning - URIAH HEEP
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkyiQyXGHOE
August
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHAnMd24pd4
September - September - EARTH WIND and FIRE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gs069dndIYk&list=RDGs069dndIYk
October - Theme from the Twilight Zone
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G11AhAIf18A
November - November - SLEEPING WITH SIRENS
Sleeping With Sirens - "November" (Full Album Stream) - YouTube
December - Remember December - DEMI LOGAT
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmp5_cayCIs
January - Happy New Year - ABBA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Uo0JAUWijM
February - February - ELZHI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZTcta21Dh0
Friday, February 3, 2017
And If You Go Chasing Rabbits ...
from Planetaria Obscura February 2017
Our VOICE is an overlooked aspect of planetarium shows! A trip to the planetarium is like Alice chasing that White Rabbit down his hole - a trip to wonderland. Alice said what's the good of a book without pictures and conversation, but a planetarium shouldn't be the opposite - all pictures with no conversation.
So its just another aspect of planetarium running to consider - once reality is suspended and we’ve led some folks down our rabbit hole, they will hang on our words as well as our stars. The power of silence at times, well known by sportscasters, is an important tool. Its tempting to talk over parts that don’t NEED talking over. Its tempting to talk too fast, or to shout all the time. Its important to recap - people have a tendency to want to start over - they won’t give you the last two numbers of their ID - they have to go back to the beginning and do the whole thing. We’re talking without eye contact - without hand gestures - with music playing in the background .. Our voice is like that perfect supporting actor - there, but not there - adding to the presentation but not stealing it. Its like off-center framing in cinematography maybe. Which brings me to
The movie The Kings Speech was celebrated for its ’off centre’ framing - it’s the perfect term for a planetarium presenter - people are listening but we ain’t the center. In the movie, King George VI learns to talk on the radio to his subjects, but he leaves in the particularly problematic ’w’s so people will ’know its me’. This goes down the whole fear of public speaking rabbit hole, though it should be easier in the dark with nobody staring. But because its easier, its tempting just to wing it and not carefully consider how we say things, not just what we say .. The beginning of Twilight Zone is just as chilling whether we see Rod Serling standing there in his suit or not. But we have to be ourselves.
The Cheshire Cat in Alice had the best idea - fade to invisibility as we do in the dark. But let the people still see our grin. More cats in the dark! ….
Our VOICE is an overlooked aspect of planetarium shows! A trip to the planetarium is like Alice chasing that White Rabbit down his hole - a trip to wonderland. Alice said what's the good of a book without pictures and conversation, but a planetarium shouldn't be the opposite - all pictures with no conversation.
So its just another aspect of planetarium running to consider - once reality is suspended and we’ve led some folks down our rabbit hole, they will hang on our words as well as our stars. The power of silence at times, well known by sportscasters, is an important tool. Its tempting to talk over parts that don’t NEED talking over. Its tempting to talk too fast, or to shout all the time. Its important to recap - people have a tendency to want to start over - they won’t give you the last two numbers of their ID - they have to go back to the beginning and do the whole thing. We’re talking without eye contact - without hand gestures - with music playing in the background .. Our voice is like that perfect supporting actor - there, but not there - adding to the presentation but not stealing it. Its like off-center framing in cinematography maybe. Which brings me to
The movie The Kings Speech was celebrated for its ’off centre’ framing - it’s the perfect term for a planetarium presenter - people are listening but we ain’t the center. In the movie, King George VI learns to talk on the radio to his subjects, but he leaves in the particularly problematic ’w’s so people will ’know its me’. This goes down the whole fear of public speaking rabbit hole, though it should be easier in the dark with nobody staring. But because its easier, its tempting just to wing it and not carefully consider how we say things, not just what we say .. The beginning of Twilight Zone is just as chilling whether we see Rod Serling standing there in his suit or not. But we have to be ourselves.
The Cheshire Cat in Alice had the best idea - fade to invisibility as we do in the dark. But let the people still see our grin. More cats in the dark! ….
Medium Isn't Rare, OR Well Done!
From Planetaria Obscura January 2017
I bought a rotating turntable for my star cylinder, and decided my 15 foot dome wasn't big enough, but lacked the charm of my old smaller 10 foot dome. So . I hit on the idea to cut down the size while keeping aspects of the larger theater.
How would it unfold? Well it revolves .. It REVOLVES around motion, ‘relatively’ speaking. I was struck by the guy in Minnesota’s unique combination of fixed (painted glow in the dark stars) and mobile (elaborate, tilted, gear driven revolving dome). He rotates the DOME, not the stars. Motion is relative, but it introduces something I’ve not really had. I even once had this manifesto that said, my stars DON’T MOVE. But why did I say that, and why change it now. Why did getting this star revolving table set off new thoughts, a new plan. Could it be, at least symbolically, that our ideas get ‘fixed’ .. and we don’t want to change them?
I loved the stars rotating, and it instantly reminded me of being in a rotating spaceship - the stars don’t rotate, what you’re sitting on rotates - the ship, the earth .. Remember that scene in Star Wars IV (Episode IV first - its just good parenting) where the robots escape in the pod, and see the star cruiser rotating.. At first I thought it was too fast, but slow motion is the same as fixed - boring. This was somehow more invigorating, and it wasn’t like I couldn’t stop it to talk about things. Purist Alert - the next part may seem blasphemous. Then the idea came into my head to move the cylinder closer to the screen on the wall - something I’d never done before - it was always dead center. YES this introduces some distortion, but I had to make the mental leap that I was never going to depict the sky exactly how it was outside. For one thing, its by far easiest to keep the cylinder in ‘north pole’ mode, pointing straight up. Now the stars (with some distortion but a 3D effect) tumbled in and marched before my very eyes! I liked it.
But the curse of the medium wasn’t yet overcome - now the stars were too far away from the seats - so if the cylinder could move up, so could the seats .. Goodbye to the lazy boys, the metal chairs were back, 7 in a semi-circle, 6 feet from the screen… I realized in a medium size dome I was wasting floor space - room for only one row of chairs but not two. Wasted, like both my youth and my 401K. Now the rotating stars were close - IN YOUR FACE - it was exciting .. You wanted to reach out and grab one and take it home. Then the final revelation. Medium wasn’t the right size. It can’t be larger. But I could make it smaller, while retaining good aspects of medium and large .. I put a black vinyl wall right behind the chairs … now it seemed like an intimate spaceship .. And as a bonus, the back half of the dome now became a spacious backroom where all manner of musical equipment and storage could go. I could still operate off to the far side. Big/Medium/Small was mine.
I bought a rotating turntable for my star cylinder, and decided my 15 foot dome wasn't big enough, but lacked the charm of my old smaller 10 foot dome. So . I hit on the idea to cut down the size while keeping aspects of the larger theater.
How would it unfold? Well it revolves .. It REVOLVES around motion, ‘relatively’ speaking. I was struck by the guy in Minnesota’s unique combination of fixed (painted glow in the dark stars) and mobile (elaborate, tilted, gear driven revolving dome). He rotates the DOME, not the stars. Motion is relative, but it introduces something I’ve not really had. I even once had this manifesto that said, my stars DON’T MOVE. But why did I say that, and why change it now. Why did getting this star revolving table set off new thoughts, a new plan. Could it be, at least symbolically, that our ideas get ‘fixed’ .. and we don’t want to change them?
I loved the stars rotating, and it instantly reminded me of being in a rotating spaceship - the stars don’t rotate, what you’re sitting on rotates - the ship, the earth .. Remember that scene in Star Wars IV (Episode IV first - its just good parenting) where the robots escape in the pod, and see the star cruiser rotating.. At first I thought it was too fast, but slow motion is the same as fixed - boring. This was somehow more invigorating, and it wasn’t like I couldn’t stop it to talk about things. Purist Alert - the next part may seem blasphemous. Then the idea came into my head to move the cylinder closer to the screen on the wall - something I’d never done before - it was always dead center. YES this introduces some distortion, but I had to make the mental leap that I was never going to depict the sky exactly how it was outside. For one thing, its by far easiest to keep the cylinder in ‘north pole’ mode, pointing straight up. Now the stars (with some distortion but a 3D effect) tumbled in and marched before my very eyes! I liked it.
But the curse of the medium wasn’t yet overcome - now the stars were too far away from the seats - so if the cylinder could move up, so could the seats .. Goodbye to the lazy boys, the metal chairs were back, 7 in a semi-circle, 6 feet from the screen… I realized in a medium size dome I was wasting floor space - room for only one row of chairs but not two. Wasted, like both my youth and my 401K. Now the rotating stars were close - IN YOUR FACE - it was exciting .. You wanted to reach out and grab one and take it home. Then the final revelation. Medium wasn’t the right size. It can’t be larger. But I could make it smaller, while retaining good aspects of medium and large .. I put a black vinyl wall right behind the chairs … now it seemed like an intimate spaceship .. And as a bonus, the back half of the dome now became a spacious backroom where all manner of musical equipment and storage could go. I could still operate off to the far side. Big/Medium/Small was mine.
Sunday, January 1, 2017
Teach People to Manage Expectations in the Sky
Manage Expectations Video!
MANAGE EXPECTATIONS - two of these were made - this is the second one with music (above)
Below is the original color video with a few extra closeups.
MANAGE EXPECTATIONS (COLOR)
Corvus the Crow - I call him Corvus the Crue after an earlier video in which I mispoke - it seemed like fate so I kept it ... people think, oh a crow in the sky, he'll be this big lighted bird. But no! Just a small square of 4-5 stars - constellations have their own charm, but its a charm that has to be LEARNED. To overcome initial disappointment leading to boredom, they must be taught to manage expectations!
MANAGE EXPECTATIONS - two of these were made - this is the second one with music (above)
Below is the original color video with a few extra closeups.
MANAGE EXPECTATIONS (COLOR)
Corvus the Crow - I call him Corvus the Crue after an earlier video in which I mispoke - it seemed like fate so I kept it ... people think, oh a crow in the sky, he'll be this big lighted bird. But no! Just a small square of 4-5 stars - constellations have their own charm, but its a charm that has to be LEARNED. To overcome initial disappointment leading to boredom, they must be taught to manage expectations!
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Lots of Shows, or Lots of Show....
Well then THIS seems to be whats 'sticking' to the wall for you then! Let maybe the Christmas show be your anchor from which you grow - find out who these people are - give them a gift, lavish them with fun, talk to them and find out what would bring them back - ask them what they would do with the pointer as it were, what are they interested in. Maybe this IS your niche - if it plays in January, why wouldnt it play in February? etc -
Seems to me we've been throwing all sorts of things against the wall to see what sticks
I said these words to a friend running his own planetarium, and finding his Christmas show was by the far the best attended.
Should we give alot of SHOWS, or alot of SHOW - one big one that plays continuously
This seems to be the final question on Home Planetariums. What keeps them going? Do people come to see the spectacle regardless of what is actually playing, or do they come back again and again to see different content? I favor the one super show approach, whereas he seemed after this exchange to continue programming different things each month. There is no right approach of course, and maybe most of it is what satisfies the planetarium builder and owner the most.
My problem with the multi show approach is, there isn't time for word of mouth to build for the February show before its gone and on to the March show. And the one that really 'wows' them only comes around once a year, way too long a period for any momentum at all to build. I favor the approach of having one incredible show that is always there, allowing momentum to build and repeat viewers. It must be informative yes, but interactive, fun, and include takeaways. The visitors must be pleased and kept track of to invite them back. Counting on them to post to a facebook page on their own isn't enough. Its been tried. You get one chance to wow them. You'd better wow them!
I favor charging a LITTLE. Like the old drivein theaters maybe, a buck a carload. The Father of Home Planetariums, Richard Emmons, said he charged 'to lend dignity to the service'. Perceived value has to be there, and if its totally free its easy to be totally ignored.
These are my final thoughts on actually running a planetarium sustained mainly by word of mouth - advertising is such a drag!
Seems to me we've been throwing all sorts of things against the wall to see what sticks
I said these words to a friend running his own planetarium, and finding his Christmas show was by the far the best attended.
Should we give alot of SHOWS, or alot of SHOW - one big one that plays continuously
This seems to be the final question on Home Planetariums. What keeps them going? Do people come to see the spectacle regardless of what is actually playing, or do they come back again and again to see different content? I favor the one super show approach, whereas he seemed after this exchange to continue programming different things each month. There is no right approach of course, and maybe most of it is what satisfies the planetarium builder and owner the most.
My problem with the multi show approach is, there isn't time for word of mouth to build for the February show before its gone and on to the March show. And the one that really 'wows' them only comes around once a year, way too long a period for any momentum at all to build. I favor the approach of having one incredible show that is always there, allowing momentum to build and repeat viewers. It must be informative yes, but interactive, fun, and include takeaways. The visitors must be pleased and kept track of to invite them back. Counting on them to post to a facebook page on their own isn't enough. Its been tried. You get one chance to wow them. You'd better wow them!
I favor charging a LITTLE. Like the old drivein theaters maybe, a buck a carload. The Father of Home Planetariums, Richard Emmons, said he charged 'to lend dignity to the service'. Perceived value has to be there, and if its totally free its easy to be totally ignored.
These are my final thoughts on actually running a planetarium sustained mainly by word of mouth - advertising is such a drag!
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Ray Worthy and Letting People See What They Want to See (Planetaria Obscura Dec 16)
Ray Worthy Indeed Was
Worthy. Here’s Mr. Ray from HPA Issue 4
The pictures in the sky are simply what you want them to be. You can get as many interpretations as there are observers. In one show with some six year old children, I showed a constellation and asked the children what they saw. Immediately one little girl said, it’s a shopping trolley! I gave her the pointer and sure enough she showed why it WAS a shopping trolley. One of her friends then took the pointer and explained that what she saw was a dolly’s push chair. I think you might call it a stroller. So with this introduction, I explained to the class that in times past, when the main industry in England was farming, what people saw was either a plough or a horse drawn wagon. The plough, of course was the type pulled by one horse or bullock. You can see the handles, which were guided by the ploughman, and the main body enclosed by the four main stars is the actual ploughshare, which is half under the ground. For the wagon, the main four stars become the body of the wagon, or ‘wain’, and you have to imagine the large pair of wheels. The arm of stars which were the plough guiding handles, now become the shafts for the horse or pony. It became known as ‘Charles Wain’. Later, I explained that in North America their books call the group of stars the Big Dipper, a drinking vessel hanging beside the water barrel that the cowboys would use when they came home to the the ranch house after a dry day’s riding. In the southern States it is sometimes called the drinking gourd, and escaping slaves fleeing to the north would be told to ‘follow the drinking gourd’. In order to travel to the free states in the north. In other words, the pattern is whatever you want it to be. The only restriction is that there has to be some consensus in the naming so that others can know what part of the sky you are talking about.
We danced about the maypole and in the hazel copse, till Charles Wain came out above the tall white chimney tops (Tennyson)
Those bright starres, which English shepherds, Charles his Waine, do name (Taylor)
Even though 2016 ends in some doldrums, and with Ray Worthy gone, let us find comfort in his words and perhaps look at home planetariums from a different angle. From the outside, looking in rather than our traditional roles of ‘well I built all this and now what’ Or ‘should I build this, because then what‘. Or ‘should I keep this, because why‘.. Maybe in Ray’s piece there is an answer. What did he do - he handed the pointer to someone else and let them see what they wanted to see, let them define a star group as they saw it. Then he made the point that what they had just done was no more than what humanity had done down through the ages - see what THEY saw in it. Not what anyone wanted them to see. How many people just aren’t going to ever see a bear-driver, or herdsman, but they are going to see a kite. How many people hear the word planetarium and have no real image anymore of what that means. Maybe instead of us defining it for them, we let them define it for themselves. Maybe instead of pointing out things, we let them point out their own things. People have unlimited choice these days .. Why don’t we give them some in a star theater. What does THAT mean? Its going to take some reflection, but what if more of a DIY (do it yo-self) approach could be contemplated. I’ve toyed with projects, kits, make-it things. What if the whole show were that way? What if the guest lecturer was the kid in the 2nd row. What if the guests were asked, what do you want to learn - here’s some possibilities. Are we now not like a restaurant where you come in, sit down, and they decide what burger you’re going to eat? They don’t do that - they hand you a menu. Just some thoughts to explore as 2017 dawns, as new years have a way of doing.
We have the luxury of not having to make money, isn’t this why most small businesses fail? They never find their niche enough to be self-sustaining. We don’t HAVE to do that, but its instructive if we want to achieve whatever nirvana means to us in this arcane pursuit. Money may still come into it, what exactly is ‘perceived value’, but right now I’m trying to wrap my head around the next step. Running out of time? As Frodo said to Sam when he handed over the Red Book, there’s room for a little more. We aren’t out of pages just yet.
Worthy. Here’s Mr. Ray from HPA Issue 4
The pictures in the sky are simply what you want them to be. You can get as many interpretations as there are observers. In one show with some six year old children, I showed a constellation and asked the children what they saw. Immediately one little girl said, it’s a shopping trolley! I gave her the pointer and sure enough she showed why it WAS a shopping trolley. One of her friends then took the pointer and explained that what she saw was a dolly’s push chair. I think you might call it a stroller. So with this introduction, I explained to the class that in times past, when the main industry in England was farming, what people saw was either a plough or a horse drawn wagon. The plough, of course was the type pulled by one horse or bullock. You can see the handles, which were guided by the ploughman, and the main body enclosed by the four main stars is the actual ploughshare, which is half under the ground. For the wagon, the main four stars become the body of the wagon, or ‘wain’, and you have to imagine the large pair of wheels. The arm of stars which were the plough guiding handles, now become the shafts for the horse or pony. It became known as ‘Charles Wain’. Later, I explained that in North America their books call the group of stars the Big Dipper, a drinking vessel hanging beside the water barrel that the cowboys would use when they came home to the the ranch house after a dry day’s riding. In the southern States it is sometimes called the drinking gourd, and escaping slaves fleeing to the north would be told to ‘follow the drinking gourd’. In order to travel to the free states in the north. In other words, the pattern is whatever you want it to be. The only restriction is that there has to be some consensus in the naming so that others can know what part of the sky you are talking about.
We danced about the maypole and in the hazel copse, till Charles Wain came out above the tall white chimney tops (Tennyson)
Those bright starres, which English shepherds, Charles his Waine, do name (Taylor)
Even though 2016 ends in some doldrums, and with Ray Worthy gone, let us find comfort in his words and perhaps look at home planetariums from a different angle. From the outside, looking in rather than our traditional roles of ‘well I built all this and now what’ Or ‘should I build this, because then what‘. Or ‘should I keep this, because why‘.. Maybe in Ray’s piece there is an answer. What did he do - he handed the pointer to someone else and let them see what they wanted to see, let them define a star group as they saw it. Then he made the point that what they had just done was no more than what humanity had done down through the ages - see what THEY saw in it. Not what anyone wanted them to see. How many people just aren’t going to ever see a bear-driver, or herdsman, but they are going to see a kite. How many people hear the word planetarium and have no real image anymore of what that means. Maybe instead of us defining it for them, we let them define it for themselves. Maybe instead of pointing out things, we let them point out their own things. People have unlimited choice these days .. Why don’t we give them some in a star theater. What does THAT mean? Its going to take some reflection, but what if more of a DIY (do it yo-self) approach could be contemplated. I’ve toyed with projects, kits, make-it things. What if the whole show were that way? What if the guest lecturer was the kid in the 2nd row. What if the guests were asked, what do you want to learn - here’s some possibilities. Are we now not like a restaurant where you come in, sit down, and they decide what burger you’re going to eat? They don’t do that - they hand you a menu. Just some thoughts to explore as 2017 dawns, as new years have a way of doing.
We have the luxury of not having to make money, isn’t this why most small businesses fail? They never find their niche enough to be self-sustaining. We don’t HAVE to do that, but its instructive if we want to achieve whatever nirvana means to us in this arcane pursuit. Money may still come into it, what exactly is ‘perceived value’, but right now I’m trying to wrap my head around the next step. Running out of time? As Frodo said to Sam when he handed over the Red Book, there’s room for a little more. We aren’t out of pages just yet.
Sunday, November 6, 2016
Ghost Story! - a Planetarium Haunting
From Planetaria Obscura Nov 2016 Issue (true story)
The Spirit of 16
I have a ghost in my planetarium! But its not what you think - yet I am convinced of it.. it’s a cat. I’ll explain. Things began disappearing in the visitor area last summer. Things I KNEW I had put down in a specific location. But they weren’t gone - they were found in other places. And always when I went to look for them, the moment my mind was somewhere else, I found myself staring at them. I thought this was odd, so after one particularly stunning example - I placed a small light in the Cosmorama out there and an hour later found it over on the pool table .. I got an Ouija board. But before I could try to use it, the planchett pointer disappeared. This time for good, it was never seen again. Someone didn’t want me using that board I thought. Then I forgot about this for awhile.
Until the day a few weeks later …..
I Felt a Brush in the Dark!
This literally freaked me out. I was in the planetarium, over by the star chamber where I do the Joe Starr show. As I was sitting down on the floor, something brushed up against me - against my leg. I felt it like electricity. It shocked me - I literally fell onto the floor thinking what was THAT. But it was low to the ground .. Then I started putting two and two together. Were these events related? it’s the mark of an animal maybe to grab things and carry them somewhere else. My cat does that all over the house. And something brushed my leg. But then my rational mind took over, explaining it away - it was a muscle spasm! I’m just absent minded. Until the day
I Literally SAW It!!
In full daylight mind you. I was walking from my sheds on the left side of the backyard towards the planetarium when my mind suddenly blanked out - I looked down and saw a cat - a grey striped cat ..just for a second, then it disappeared. I knew then. I went over and cleared the brush away from our pet cemetery. There are 4 cats and 1 dog buried there. Was this one of them? I had been in that barn for over 30 years and never seen or felt anything like this. So I bided my time .. What else can you do? I hoped I wouldn’t see something that truly alarmed me.
I decided to wait for one more confirmation. I didn’t have long to wait. One night just last week …..
Comes A Second Appearance!
This time there was no doubt. Sitting in the planetarium under fairly low light conditions, I suddenly looked up and a black segmented blob ambled behind the screen - I didn’t see the stripes this time, but I saw a head and tail. There’s a ghost cat running around out there. I think its Nicholas, our very first cat here on the farm - a large striped tiger cat. He always wanted to go out so bad, sometimes I think he died of a broken heart, since we wouldn’t let him out to prowl. Now he prowls forever? WHY he chose this time, and in this manner, to appear remains unknown. There is certainly nothing sinister - actually he’s almost playful. Still - its hard not to think about, sitting out there about 4 AM.
In the dark. Alone. Or am I?
The Spirit of 16
I have a ghost in my planetarium! But its not what you think - yet I am convinced of it.. it’s a cat. I’ll explain. Things began disappearing in the visitor area last summer. Things I KNEW I had put down in a specific location. But they weren’t gone - they were found in other places. And always when I went to look for them, the moment my mind was somewhere else, I found myself staring at them. I thought this was odd, so after one particularly stunning example - I placed a small light in the Cosmorama out there and an hour later found it over on the pool table .. I got an Ouija board. But before I could try to use it, the planchett pointer disappeared. This time for good, it was never seen again. Someone didn’t want me using that board I thought. Then I forgot about this for awhile.
Until the day a few weeks later …..
I Felt a Brush in the Dark!
This literally freaked me out. I was in the planetarium, over by the star chamber where I do the Joe Starr show. As I was sitting down on the floor, something brushed up against me - against my leg. I felt it like electricity. It shocked me - I literally fell onto the floor thinking what was THAT. But it was low to the ground .. Then I started putting two and two together. Were these events related? it’s the mark of an animal maybe to grab things and carry them somewhere else. My cat does that all over the house. And something brushed my leg. But then my rational mind took over, explaining it away - it was a muscle spasm! I’m just absent minded. Until the day
I Literally SAW It!!
In full daylight mind you. I was walking from my sheds on the left side of the backyard towards the planetarium when my mind suddenly blanked out - I looked down and saw a cat - a grey striped cat ..just for a second, then it disappeared. I knew then. I went over and cleared the brush away from our pet cemetery. There are 4 cats and 1 dog buried there. Was this one of them? I had been in that barn for over 30 years and never seen or felt anything like this. So I bided my time .. What else can you do? I hoped I wouldn’t see something that truly alarmed me.
I decided to wait for one more confirmation. I didn’t have long to wait. One night just last week …..
Comes A Second Appearance!
This time there was no doubt. Sitting in the planetarium under fairly low light conditions, I suddenly looked up and a black segmented blob ambled behind the screen - I didn’t see the stripes this time, but I saw a head and tail. There’s a ghost cat running around out there. I think its Nicholas, our very first cat here on the farm - a large striped tiger cat. He always wanted to go out so bad, sometimes I think he died of a broken heart, since we wouldn’t let him out to prowl. Now he prowls forever? WHY he chose this time, and in this manner, to appear remains unknown. There is certainly nothing sinister - actually he’s almost playful. Still - its hard not to think about, sitting out there about 4 AM.
In the dark. Alone. Or am I?
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Pick Up the Pieces - or - Rolling in the Deep
from Planetaria Obscura October 2016 issue
Pick up the Pieces!
I already have ALL that. I have it ALL. Its just a matter of putting the puzzle together. They can leave with memories of all that. They can leave with cheap prizes and handouts. They can leave with URLS of the videos of what I’m doing - they can pull them up during the show on their phones if they want to, who cares. I loved the little kid shows I used to do because they were elbowing each other, they were asking for the pointer, they were over talking each other. It was busy, it was hubris to be sure - but when they were gone, you felt like something had HAPPENED there. Like after my barn parties of another era, I loved feeling how the room felt after they were gone. We had some funn. My spellchecker is getting tired of that misspelling. Too bad! Funn funn funn
Now Set Sail
So I need to put all of this into one show - and its all just sitting around - there’s probably a kitchen sink I can throw in somewhere. Rather than individual shows on different topics, I’m just going to shoot one shotgun shell into the air with all the bb’s I’ve got. Its an approach. Sort of like why we keep rereading favorite books, I’d go for repeat business to experience the same thing again. But mainly I’d hope they’d tell somebody else to check it out. At least if I only get one shot at a person, I gave them everything I had to give them. I gave it all away. Not the only approach surely. But mine.
They CAN have it all.
Rolling in the Deep.
Pick up the Pieces!
I already have ALL that. I have it ALL. Its just a matter of putting the puzzle together. They can leave with memories of all that. They can leave with cheap prizes and handouts. They can leave with URLS of the videos of what I’m doing - they can pull them up during the show on their phones if they want to, who cares. I loved the little kid shows I used to do because they were elbowing each other, they were asking for the pointer, they were over talking each other. It was busy, it was hubris to be sure - but when they were gone, you felt like something had HAPPENED there. Like after my barn parties of another era, I loved feeling how the room felt after they were gone. We had some funn. My spellchecker is getting tired of that misspelling. Too bad! Funn funn funn
Now Set Sail
So I need to put all of this into one show - and its all just sitting around - there’s probably a kitchen sink I can throw in somewhere. Rather than individual shows on different topics, I’m just going to shoot one shotgun shell into the air with all the bb’s I’ve got. Its an approach. Sort of like why we keep rereading favorite books, I’d go for repeat business to experience the same thing again. But mainly I’d hope they’d tell somebody else to check it out. At least if I only get one shot at a person, I gave them everything I had to give them. I gave it all away. Not the only approach surely. But mine.
They CAN have it all.
Rolling in the Deep.
Combo-Licious or Cheeseburgers Are Easy!
From Planetaria Obscura October 2016 issue
Combo Licious
Rod Serling had his combo - his triple threat - his sight sound and mind .. In the PZ… a combo was synergy, it left you feeling like you’d had MORE than just a burger and fries. . You had it all, and that’s a powerful concept. Adele sings the ultimate lament - we could have had it ALL .. The ultimate demand has always been .. I want it all .. And I want it now! What do you want on that? EVERYTHING. My potato? LOADED. The works. It’s a powerful powerful message. So I want to say to people - planetariums mean so much to me - and I want you to have it ALL (in the next 30 minutes). I want to give them a buffet table of memories. If I charge (and I think I will), I want to give them perceived value. Used to be you went to a game, you came back with not just the game, you had a scorecard, a pennant, peanuts, hot dogs, you had it ALL. Never mind what that would cost today! I went to the Smokies, I came back with a cedar box and postcards. You come to my planetarium, you’re leaving with a bunch of things. A combo. Of sight sound and mind. Great concept. How to do it???
Cheeseburgers are Easy
I have the main course, the cheeseburger - the basic show, the basic sights, sounds, and mind expanding questions. I’ve gotten that far. How to package and deliver them so that people come away thinking they had funn and got it all. I think I need an introduction that Twilight Zones them - I need a multi faceted delivery that consists of live lecture, recorded features, and a live dramatization. Shakespeare knew it - go into a tragedy like A Winters Tale and find a bunch of vaudeville in the middle - you have to educate AND entertain. I wanted to capture it all and give it all away - I wanted the thrill of ending a rock concert with bright white lights .. I wanted classical quotes. I wanted the ability to laugh, at some of the material, I wanted the ability to interrupt and laugh at myself on tape. I wanted to send people home with cedar boxes and post cards and pennants and scorecards so they felt like they got value. They got entertained along with their education and inspiration. They saw sights, they heard sounds, they expanded their minds a little. That wouldn’t be too hard for a guy sitting in a shed he built. Would it?
Combo Licious
Rod Serling had his combo - his triple threat - his sight sound and mind .. In the PZ… a combo was synergy, it left you feeling like you’d had MORE than just a burger and fries. . You had it all, and that’s a powerful concept. Adele sings the ultimate lament - we could have had it ALL .. The ultimate demand has always been .. I want it all .. And I want it now! What do you want on that? EVERYTHING. My potato? LOADED. The works. It’s a powerful powerful message. So I want to say to people - planetariums mean so much to me - and I want you to have it ALL (in the next 30 minutes). I want to give them a buffet table of memories. If I charge (and I think I will), I want to give them perceived value. Used to be you went to a game, you came back with not just the game, you had a scorecard, a pennant, peanuts, hot dogs, you had it ALL. Never mind what that would cost today! I went to the Smokies, I came back with a cedar box and postcards. You come to my planetarium, you’re leaving with a bunch of things. A combo. Of sight sound and mind. Great concept. How to do it???
Cheeseburgers are Easy
I have the main course, the cheeseburger - the basic show, the basic sights, sounds, and mind expanding questions. I’ve gotten that far. How to package and deliver them so that people come away thinking they had funn and got it all. I think I need an introduction that Twilight Zones them - I need a multi faceted delivery that consists of live lecture, recorded features, and a live dramatization. Shakespeare knew it - go into a tragedy like A Winters Tale and find a bunch of vaudeville in the middle - you have to educate AND entertain. I wanted to capture it all and give it all away - I wanted the thrill of ending a rock concert with bright white lights .. I wanted classical quotes. I wanted the ability to laugh, at some of the material, I wanted the ability to interrupt and laugh at myself on tape. I wanted to send people home with cedar boxes and post cards and pennants and scorecards so they felt like they got value. They got entertained along with their education and inspiration. They saw sights, they heard sounds, they expanded their minds a little. That wouldn’t be too hard for a guy sitting in a shed he built. Would it?
Set That Tone!
Fromt Planetaria Obscura October 2016 issue
Set that Tone!
I had never thought for 2 seconds about how to OPEN a planetarium show, other than - HELLO. Good afternoon!
But then I started thinking that an overall vibe was established from the get-go. So in Halloween month, I turned to the master - Uncle Rod. How did he start? Well he had utterly iconic music, but then he described what was happening… you’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. Those words were utterly hypnotic. They drew you in so firmly you could literally not look away.
Hi I’m Gary, and this is my barn! Wasn’t going to have quite the same effect was it.
I needed a grabber.
Nobody grabbed like this.
Ever.
What could I learn from it.
Hmm
Set that Tone!
I had never thought for 2 seconds about how to OPEN a planetarium show, other than - HELLO. Good afternoon!
But then I started thinking that an overall vibe was established from the get-go. So in Halloween month, I turned to the master - Uncle Rod. How did he start? Well he had utterly iconic music, but then he described what was happening… you’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. Those words were utterly hypnotic. They drew you in so firmly you could literally not look away.
Hi I’m Gary, and this is my barn! Wasn’t going to have quite the same effect was it.
I needed a grabber.
Nobody grabbed like this.
Ever.
What could I learn from it.
Hmm
Monday, September 5, 2016
What REALLY Drives 'word of mouth' for your Planetarium?
(from Planetaria Obscura September 2016)
First Unload Baggage Please
I’ve carried around baggage in my home planetarium career - time to unload it out of the boot (British for trunk). What baggage, as it applies to what people will remember about visiting my planetarium? What semi myths do I cling to? Well, there’s ‘I’m now inspired to take up amateur astronomy’! Probably not. Gone I think are the days when an Edmund catalog arriving at the house set off a lifelong passion. Then there’s ‘I’m going out TONIGHT and see all these constellations! No, the city of Gallatin isn’t turning off its zillion lights tonight for you. Finally there’s ‘I learned SO MUCH about stellar evolution, I’m changing my future major! ’ Not so much, being like school probably isn’t going to resonate. All these things of course are POSSIBLE - I had the little girl one time who wanted to direct NASA some day. But clinging to these as my major take-aways isn’t going to get word of mouth going. I think I need to consult the Beatles. A little help from my friends.
What Can’t Money Buy?
Money can‘t buy me love? True, but that’s another newsletter entirely. What can’t money or equipment or lectures or information or any manner of delivery buy? FUN is the one thing that money cant buy. After I saw Episode IV in 77 it was so much fun I HAD TO TELL EVERYONE. After I took a crazy picture that was so much fun to look at and produce, I HAD TO PUT IT ON FACEBOOK. ….. When anything happens that causes fun, be it a book, a movie, a video, a show, an experience, a game - I submit that it’s the fun you had in experiencing it that you want to share. You want others to see what you saw. Why else do we take pictures? To preserve something? Mainly, we want others to see what we see. Experience what we experience. Fun is the thing we love the best. And fun is an equal opportunity employer. It will work with any package of ingredients. It’s the experience that will be retold over and over.
And she’ll have fun fun fun till her daddy takes the t-bird away. Indeed.
First Unload Baggage Please
I’ve carried around baggage in my home planetarium career - time to unload it out of the boot (British for trunk). What baggage, as it applies to what people will remember about visiting my planetarium? What semi myths do I cling to? Well, there’s ‘I’m now inspired to take up amateur astronomy’! Probably not. Gone I think are the days when an Edmund catalog arriving at the house set off a lifelong passion. Then there’s ‘I’m going out TONIGHT and see all these constellations! No, the city of Gallatin isn’t turning off its zillion lights tonight for you. Finally there’s ‘I learned SO MUCH about stellar evolution, I’m changing my future major! ’ Not so much, being like school probably isn’t going to resonate. All these things of course are POSSIBLE - I had the little girl one time who wanted to direct NASA some day. But clinging to these as my major take-aways isn’t going to get word of mouth going. I think I need to consult the Beatles. A little help from my friends.
What Can’t Money Buy?
Money can‘t buy me love? True, but that’s another newsletter entirely. What can’t money or equipment or lectures or information or any manner of delivery buy? FUN is the one thing that money cant buy. After I saw Episode IV in 77 it was so much fun I HAD TO TELL EVERYONE. After I took a crazy picture that was so much fun to look at and produce, I HAD TO PUT IT ON FACEBOOK. ….. When anything happens that causes fun, be it a book, a movie, a video, a show, an experience, a game - I submit that it’s the fun you had in experiencing it that you want to share. You want others to see what you saw. Why else do we take pictures? To preserve something? Mainly, we want others to see what we see. Experience what we experience. Fun is the thing we love the best. And fun is an equal opportunity employer. It will work with any package of ingredients. It’s the experience that will be retold over and over.
And she’ll have fun fun fun till her daddy takes the t-bird away. Indeed.
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Nebraska (How do you know when you're done?)
Nebraska? from Planetaria Obscura - August 2016 Issue
Having three different doors, offices, projectors, configurations, dome surfaces, chair groups, music systems, roof coverings. I thought of it romantically but practically - why did people stop in Nebraska when they could’ve continued on to Colorado during the great western expansion? Why did they go THAT far when Ohio was good enough. I think maybe we go as far as we can go with something until we convince ourselves this is far enough. Or we drop in exhaustion. This land will make a THE farm. Others keep going till they run out of land, some never left where they were born. Some change things over time and never settle. I just changed them till I couldn’t change them any more. And one day in Nebraska, I thought - this is far enough. It feels right. People love Nebraska. Some of them must. I now love my physical planetarium. I’m home here in Omaha. Or is this Lincoln? WHERE’S THE WALMART?? Oh ok. I felt lost there for a minute…. Home is where the stars are.
Having three different doors, offices, projectors, configurations, dome surfaces, chair groups, music systems, roof coverings. I thought of it romantically but practically - why did people stop in Nebraska when they could’ve continued on to Colorado during the great western expansion? Why did they go THAT far when Ohio was good enough. I think maybe we go as far as we can go with something until we convince ourselves this is far enough. Or we drop in exhaustion. This land will make a THE farm. Others keep going till they run out of land, some never left where they were born. Some change things over time and never settle. I just changed them till I couldn’t change them any more. And one day in Nebraska, I thought - this is far enough. It feels right. People love Nebraska. Some of them must. I now love my physical planetarium. I’m home here in Omaha. Or is this Lincoln? WHERE’S THE WALMART?? Oh ok. I felt lost there for a minute…. Home is where the stars are.
Lets Get Physical
Lets Get Physical From Planetaria Obscura - August 2016 Issue
Physical, I want to get physical - lemme here your building talk. Your building talk. I’m halfway there! I still don’t love what I DO in the building, the shows or lack thereof, but I’ve finally built my stage. Why is that important? Well for one, I may have to take it on the road. If we do sell our farm in 10 years due to creeping senility, I can reconstruct this somewhere else. I don’t want another one in some garage some where. I want THIS ONE in some garage somewhere. It took me many many years to get this one. I think I could dismantle most of it and move it. Sort of like when people retire and downsize. My parents left it all behind and bought totally new furniture. My wife’s parents brought the same furniture to their new retirement home and set up sort of the same rooms in a new house. I actually prefer that approach. I’ve become somewhat obsessed with PORTABLE, after spending 30 years here thinking, feet first, only way I’m coming out of here is feet first. Actually, everywhere you go is feet first I finally decided (unless you have a really big nose), and those feet were made for walking! And that might be just what they’ll do. Maybe not. Gotta live one day at a time. But planning for 65, or 70, or 80 years of age, you begin to envision that time when the next owner says, well after we knock all that down, we’ll plant tomatoes back here. Like I should have done maybe. But by then, if I left, and its not decided but it might happen, by then I would have set it all up in some other garage or barn. Because it was permanent but portable. Don’t build anything you cant put wheels on. Or grow tomatoes in.
Physical, I want to get physical - lemme here your building talk. Your building talk. I’m halfway there! I still don’t love what I DO in the building, the shows or lack thereof, but I’ve finally built my stage. Why is that important? Well for one, I may have to take it on the road. If we do sell our farm in 10 years due to creeping senility, I can reconstruct this somewhere else. I don’t want another one in some garage some where. I want THIS ONE in some garage somewhere. It took me many many years to get this one. I think I could dismantle most of it and move it. Sort of like when people retire and downsize. My parents left it all behind and bought totally new furniture. My wife’s parents brought the same furniture to their new retirement home and set up sort of the same rooms in a new house. I actually prefer that approach. I’ve become somewhat obsessed with PORTABLE, after spending 30 years here thinking, feet first, only way I’m coming out of here is feet first. Actually, everywhere you go is feet first I finally decided (unless you have a really big nose), and those feet were made for walking! And that might be just what they’ll do. Maybe not. Gotta live one day at a time. But planning for 65, or 70, or 80 years of age, you begin to envision that time when the next owner says, well after we knock all that down, we’ll plant tomatoes back here. Like I should have done maybe. But by then, if I left, and its not decided but it might happen, by then I would have set it all up in some other garage or barn. Because it was permanent but portable. Don’t build anything you cant put wheels on. Or grow tomatoes in.
Friday, July 15, 2016
The Darkened Room
From Planetaria Obscura July 2016
The Darkened Room
What is it about a darkened room? Lately I go out and sit in my little homemade star theater, sit in an easy chair, turn down the lights, and.. And …. I don’t turn on the stars. Now perhaps this is more a function of an imperfect star theater - I don’t have cave like total darkness. I don’t have perfectly curved surfaces. Like being outside at night, there are plenty of undulations and faint glows - but these are provided even in a perfect theater by instruments, pilot lights, and any faint illumination we choose to introduce. The effect is the same - even without stars, the room gets bigger. And bigger. Until you’d swear you are sitting in an open expanse. Even standing up destroys this effect - you have to sit down and imagine a little - your senses begin to trick you. The darkened room becomes the darkened universe. Maybe this is behind why as kids we sometimes were afraid of the dark. That closed in sense of security disappeared. But now to me, its soothing.
Sort of like, my spirit can never be contained.
The Darkened Room
What is it about a darkened room? Lately I go out and sit in my little homemade star theater, sit in an easy chair, turn down the lights, and.. And …. I don’t turn on the stars. Now perhaps this is more a function of an imperfect star theater - I don’t have cave like total darkness. I don’t have perfectly curved surfaces. Like being outside at night, there are plenty of undulations and faint glows - but these are provided even in a perfect theater by instruments, pilot lights, and any faint illumination we choose to introduce. The effect is the same - even without stars, the room gets bigger. And bigger. Until you’d swear you are sitting in an open expanse. Even standing up destroys this effect - you have to sit down and imagine a little - your senses begin to trick you. The darkened room becomes the darkened universe. Maybe this is behind why as kids we sometimes were afraid of the dark. That closed in sense of security disappeared. But now to me, its soothing.
Sort of like, my spirit can never be contained.
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