Dayum!!! The Orville.. Well Damn

So I finally had time to sit down and watch the series The Orville. The show was well executed and beyond my expectation, I expected a turd of a show and was given more than I was prepared to digest. As I sat watching the first several episodes, I wondered what was my reasoning for avoiding this series for so long. The mixture of the silly jokes and science worked. While the show is a homage and shares some similarities to Star-Trek, the show feels more natural and is the best homage to that series. Orville takes the similarities of the show it emulated, flips the script, then adds in the humor in the right places and leaves you wondering on certain issues that they pursue.

One can forget that this show is pitched as a comedy, then come to find the show to be intelligent and fun and at times is believed to be more of a scifi show with a dash of comedic moments rather than the other way around. I also felt that they handle grim issues such as life and death quite well and in a generally serious manner. I almost forget that the show was created by Seth Macfarlane the creator of Family Guy and American Dad.

To conclude the show was not what I expected, I loved the science, the humor and the humanity that the show embodied. They did a great job and here is to binging the show when it airs season two.

A mental journey of time and space in my mind

As I sit here looking at my son, I think back to my youth growing up in Jamaica. It’s sad to acknowledge this but my son will never understand the joys of growing up in the country areas maybe suburbia but certainly not the country. I was born in Westmoreland, Jamaica. I lived in the parishes of St Catherine, Portland and St Thomas. Most of my childhood was normally in areas with high vegetation and some bush as we Jamaicans tend to call areas that have alot of trees and shrubbery. Some of my best memories were simply wandering off into the bushy areas and Conjure up my own misadventures. Yes, now that I think of it I could have been Kidnapped or killed or whatever as some of the areas I wandered into were pretty Shifty. Alas I had fun going on my adventures. Then there was a huge gap where I simply had no access to that adventure that joy of being in the bushes, I was whisked off to the United States. That was a point I went into a huge mental depression, this was brought on due to the fact that the United States was nothing like I saw on TV.

I now resided in New York, Queens to be exact and that was the most stressing times due to many factors I won’t go into. One of those factors was the environment and the drastic shift and simply missing the days of youth. A few years later I was able to get that joy back because I was given a bicycle, I believe it was from my grandmother. In Jamaica I had two bicycles, which I used for many of my adventures, back then so it was a Wisk back to that mental clarity and relaxation. Finally I now had a way to explore this New York and Queens. I could be found riding to Flushing Meadow Park with my cousin and his best friend. Years later when I first started college I would find myself riding in Manhattan and into central park. I rode all over Manhattan exploring and finding all sort of interesting places, many thought I was one of those bicycle delivery guys due to my extreme cycling antics. Eventually that got boring and mundane and drifted again into that loss of self. In the middle of this my parents who I still resided with as I just started college moved to Long Island. That was an incredible shift of things for me mentally as I was moving to a region I was not quite familiar with. Our new home had a backyard. Oh I failed to mention that when I lived in New York we lived in an apartment, Lefrak to be exact and that was in many ways another mental shock as I was used to a home with a backyard back in Jamaica, I was used to a lot of vegetation. This new home was a trip almost back to what I was used to, it was a fixer upper but it felt like home it had a huge backyard half an acre or just a tad more. That was more than enough, plus it had lots of trees and vegetation, I was finally at a home where I felt at ease.

Time flew and eventually as usual all good things come to an end, sadly my parents job moved to another state and they were given an option to move with the company which they did. I did not fo with them as the new location was not to my liking, so I remained in long island. I truly do miss that home as we lived there for 4-5 years. I could not return to the city not to live. I dreaded the city I knew I could not mentally accept living in a city anymore. Now alone for the most part I eventually found an apartment which was close to the city but enough of a distance where I was not in the city. I also found a bicycle trail which I would traverse in the summer weathers as winter is death. I have to say I fell in love with long island it had what I truly desired beside the winter, can I say I hate winter and snow.

Of course all good things yet again have to come to an end several years later I later moved 3000 miles away to a new city a new home. Sadly this new setting lacked what I was so accustomed to which was trees and more trees it seemed desolate. Know myself I knew I had to do something before I crashed. I later found a bike trail, this was in many ways my serenity, anytime I would get mentally taxed, and I would grab my bicycle and head to the trail and put on some music. Crazy enough old school Kanye was my music of choice, he always had some really interesting lyrics and something to talk about, I am really sadden for what is going on with him mentally as mental health is a huge problem but no one addressed that. As I was saying I would put on some old school Kanye and drift away in my thoughts and just ride, I would ride for hours and when I say hours I meant 2-3-4 hours, I failed to mentioned I had a decent job during this time finally which was project based so I had an illusionary luxury that I know many can’t just do, that too will be short lived but for the time being I was enjoying this mental escape whenever I came back from my projects. Now fast forward to today I am sitting here with my little one and I so want him to experience the joys I have had growing up with a backyard, the adventures, the crazy things I have done, Climbing trees, running into the wild and simply having a blast of a time, I look at the city with distain. There are great things in a city but I believe the joys of the wild outdoors can broaden a child’s imagination and mental clarity and also burn them out faster. That’s my two cents.

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