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"LOST" notebook

Chris sent us a link to several screenshots of a recent' episode of "Lost":

"...we managed to get a few shots of Daniel's Journal again. Several of the pages look similar to the ones we saw last year, and they mostly appear to contain equations..."

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Notebook sighting: LOST

From a recent episode of "Lost":

"In "There's No Place Like Home, Part 1", Dan finds out that Keamy is headed toward the Orchid Station. The news sets off alarm bells in Dan's head, as he realized the backup plan is being initiated. Dan looks up some notes he made on the Orchid in his book, which we get a quick glimpse out. Formulas surround the logo, and some writing, which includes "space like factors", "time like factors" and "Possible!"..."

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Inspiration: Charles Schulz

That evening, before reporting back to barracks, Sparky went into his mother's bedroom. She was turned away from
him in her bed against the wall, opposite the windows that overlooked the street. He said he guessed it was time to go.

"Yes," she said, "I suppose we should say good-bye."

She turned her gaze as best she could. "Well," she said, "good-bye, Sparky. We'll probably never see each other again."

Later he said, "I'll never get over that scene as long as I live," and indeed he could not, down to his own dying day. It was certainly the worst night of his life, the night of "my greatest tragedy"-which he repeatedly put into the terms of his passionate sense of unfulfillment that his mother "never had the opportunity to see me get anything published."

He saw her always from a distance, and as the years went by, with each stoical retelling, the moment became more and more iconic. It was safely frozen in time-as puzzling a farewell in its quiet, coolheaded resolve as the lines spoken by the mother as she prepares to lose her son in Citizen Kane: "I've got his trunk all packed. I've had it packed for a week now." Frequently, often publicly, Sparky laid out the terrible resigned pathos of what his mother had said to him that night. Only as he got older and experienced parenthood himself would he "understand the pain and fear she must have had, thinking about what was to become of me."

The blizzard had brought everything to a halt. But the train drummed on across St. Paul, and landmarks familiar even in the snow slipped past his window, alerting him that his own neighborhood was approaching. Then there it was for all to see.

Mud-brown, two-storied brick buildings huddled along his snowbound street. From where the Great Northern Railway overpass crossed North Snelling he could see down to the Selby intersection two blocks to the south, where since Monday he had sleepwalked through funeral arrangements with his father in his family's rented walk-up. Even before this week of calamities, he had considered this part of St. Paul the setting of "my most influential section of life as a child."

Above the buildings to his right, a Greek-pedimented entrance marked the huge elementary school he had attended. He could see Dayton Avenue, a sidestreet among whose small, somber dwellings Carl and Dena had lived in 1921, during the first year of their marriage, and, next door, the roof under which his father had sheltered the family during the Great Depression, some of the lonelier years of Sparky's childhood, and the scanty backyard where the kooky puppy Spike, living in his own world, had gobbled up some glass. There, on the corner of Selby and Snelling, was their streetcar stop, whence came, among his earliest memories, the image of himself getting aboard with his mother, a small boy on a stiff cane seat, off to the department stores....

Excerpt from the new biography SCHULZ AND PEANUTS by David Michaelis. In this passage, young Charles "Sparky" Schultz sets off to war.

Charles Schulz
American Masters
PBS/ Premiers Monday October 29th at 9 pm EST (check local listings)

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