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            © copyright 2003 Michael P. 
            Hamilton, Ph.D. 
          
        
         
           
            
                
            
          
           
            
              On the trail to the electronic museum 
            
          
           
            
                
            
          
           
            
                
            
          
         
         
           
            October 4, 1984: 
          
        
         
           
            Climbing Black Mountain from the James Reserve is 
            normally 
          
        
         
           
            a sweaty, scratchy, deer fly in your face kind of 
            experience. 
          
        
         
           
            Today would prove to be no different, particularly 
            for my 
          
        
         
           
            companion, a desk-bound video engineer who admitted 
            he smoked 
          
        
         
           
            too much and was entirely out of shape, even for a 
            flatlander. 
          
        
         
           
            In fact, it would probably be worse as we were carrying 
            nearly 
          
        
         
           
            100 pounds of video recording equipment to locations 
            that would 
          
        
         
           
            require some rock climbing. I just wish Jim had warned 
            me that 
          
        
         
           
            he was afraid of heights. 
          
        
         
           
              
          
        
         
           
            During our first two years at the James Reserve my 
            wife and 
          
        
         
           
            I kept busy renovating Harry James's old cabin (our 
            new home), 
          
        
         
           
            installing solar photo-voltaic panels, plugging holes 
            in the log 
          
        
         
           
            walls, entertaining visiting scientists, raising a 
            new baby and keeping 
          
        
         
           
            warm. I also spent a lot of time writing a plan for 
            an electronic catalog 
          
        
         
           
            of the flora and fauna of the Reserve, based upon 
            the research from 
          
        
         
           
            the Virtual Aspen Project. My proposal was completed 
            after about a 
          
        
         
           
            year of work, and I had a great deal of naive confidence 
            that my 
          
        
         
           
            idea of an "Electronic Museum" would win 
            over potential grant 
          
        
         
           
            agencies by its sheer level of innovation...was I 
            wrong! After dozens 
          
        
         
           
            of polite "no thank you" rejection letters, 
            there was finally a brave 
          
        
         
           
            foundation willing to give me a seed grant to build 
            a less elaborate 
          
        
         
           
            demonstration of the concept, and use it persuade 
            another agency 
          
        
         
           
            to give me my major grant. 
          
        
         
           
              
          
        
         
           
              
          
        
         
           
            The venerable Apple II computer 
          
        
         
           
              
          
        
         
           
            The mini-grant let me buy a brand new Apple II computer, 
            a laserdisc 
          
        
         
           
            player, and software. Later, I constructed a "black 
            box" that would 
          
        
         
           
            allow the computer to directly control the laserdisc 
            player. I had just 
          
        
         
           
            enough grant money remaining to rent for a single 
            day a broadcast 
          
        
         
           
            quality video camera and portable VCR, plus a technician 
            to operate 
          
        
         
           
            the equipment. My script required we videotape approximately 
            fifty 
          
        
         
           
            locations between Lake Fulmor and Black Mountain, 
            in the format 
          
        
         
           
            of a spiraling panorama. Imagine looking down at your 
            feet through the 
          
        
         
           
            viewfinder and slowly panning all the way around until 
            you reached the 
          
        
         
           
            same point you started. Tilt the camera up a few degrees, 
            and repeat 
          
        
         
           
            the pan. Continue this process until eventually the 
            last panorama is 
          
        
         
           
            one of pointing nearly straight up at the sky. The 
            videotape records a 
          
        
         
           
            "view map" of that location which, when 
            controlled by computer and 
          
        
         
           
            laserdisc, can be used to simulate standing and looking 
            in any 
          
        
         
           
            direction you choose. 
          
        
         
           
              
          
        
         
           
            We continued to travel around the Reserve, videotaping 
            panoramas 
          
        
         
           
            at all fifty locations, and collecting hundreds of 
            close-up shots 
          
        
         
           
            of wildflowers, lady bugs, woodpeckers, lizards and 
            anything 
          
        
         
           
            else that caught my young naturalist eye! Working 
            our way up 
          
        
         
           
            Hall Canyon, the locations became increasingly steeper 
            and more 
          
        
         
           
            exposed, thus affording overviews of the same forests 
            we had been 
          
        
         
           
            videotaping earlier in the day. My assistant was very 
            quiet during 
          
        
         
           
            these highly precarious shots, and I thought he was 
            simply exhausted 
          
        
         
           
            from lack of stamina. As I scrambled up the last few 
            feet on a 50 foot 
          
        
         
           
            cliff face, and pulled out a rope to help hoist the 
            equipment, I 
          
        
         
           
            noticed that Jim's face was nearly white and dripping 
            with sweat. 
          
        
         
           
            He was shaking and was barely able to tell me that 
            he had acrophobia 
          
        
         
           
            and felt as if he was going to die. Once I helped 
            him down, I 
          
        
         
           
            completed the shot myself and we headed back to the 
          
        
         
           
            main Lodge to recover. 
          
        
         
           
              
          
        
         
           
              
          
        
         
           
            screen shots from the first MACROSCOPE interactive laserdisc 
          
        
         
           
              
          
        
         
           
            After four months of videotaping maps, photographs 
            and 
          
        
         
           
            stuffed museum specimens, and later editing the tape 
            so that the 
          
        
         
           
            entire collection would fit on a 30 minute videocassette, 
            I 
          
        
         
           
            hand-carried my precious tape to a post-production 
            company in 
          
        
         
           
            Burbank to be transferred to a single laserdisc. Within 
            a month of 
          
        
         
           
            indexing the laserdisc and programming the little 
            Apple computer, 
          
        
         
           
            I had completed a demo of the world's only computer-based 
            interactive 
          
        
         
           
            multimedia nature walk. Later that month, after a 
            successful 
          
        
         
           
            demonstration, I received the first of several major 
            grants to 
          
        
         
           
            develop an Electronic Museum of the San Jacinto Mountains. 
          
        
         
           
              
          
        
         
         
            
            
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