IC349, NASA photo
Reflection Nebula IC349
in the Pleiades Star Cluster

Although it is often difficult to know exactly where my mind is, I live in a physical body named Steve Nanninga in the Great Northwest of the USA.

Earth's aurora, NASA photo
Earth's Aurora from the Space Shuttle

 

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Mariah (1970 FLH shovelhead, bored and stroked, Andrews cam, S&S carb, Phase III belt)

After living most of my life in southeastern Idaho and a few years in northern California, I returned in 1994 to the Willamette Valley of Oregon, where I was born.  My early 20s were filled with adventures in Louisiana, Texas, and "sunny" Southeast Asia during my Army years, and I rode a motorcycle for further adventures during the 70s and 80s.  During this time, I did manage to have two wonderful children and now have three very precious grandchildren.  In 1988 I got my first computer, a 286 running DOS, and I've been hooked ever since.  Today, I enjoy taking a drive somewhere to see the countryside or walking on the beach or through our beautiful old-growth forests here in the northwestern US, but most of my free time seems to be spent playing with telescopes or doing computer stuff ranging from graphics rendering to flight simulators.

 

Andromeda Galaxy, M31My interests have always been dominated by the scientific fields, astronomy being my "first love" somewhere in grade school (a classic geek-in-the-making).  In the mid-70s, and after military service, I graduated in nuclear engineering and went to work for a company which was contracted with experiments for the Navy's submarine program, right there in the middle of Idaho.  'The Site', as it is known locally, is a National Laboratory operated by the Department of Energy and is where nuclear power was first used to supply electricity to a town.  Since then, I have worked in an experimental power plant in northern California, as a casting engineer in a titanium plant here in Oregon, and have recently completed my working career in R&D and product development with Hewlett Packard.

 

It was in early 1984 when my worldview abruptly took on a whole new dimension.  This change came totally unexpectedly during a sort of "thought experiment" into the subatomic realm, and with it came a paradigm-shifting view of the fundamental nature of space, time, and the Universe itself.  Also with it came the stigma of being thought of as someone who had, well, "gone around the bend" a bit.  Nevertheless, in an instant I knew my soul had awakened -- before that moment I had not even acknowledged the existence of that part of my being.  Although I can now see that my passions had been taking me toward this realization essentially my entire life, my interests quite suddenly expanded into fields of study that I previously had not taken seriously.

Buddha

My core interests are cosmology, theoretical physics, metaphysics, and mysticism, and how they all tie together in an emerging vision of the Universe that is actually not new at all.  Over several years I had been putting together a manuscript which I originally called Full Circle and later The Ocean of Cosmic Light.  Serving mainly as a means of personal exploration, the desire to publish has always been there and the opportunity to publish its essence using this versatile medium was too much to resist.  So, born of previous creative effort while lending itself nicely to continual polishing, that is the primary theme of this site.

Mighty Mo (12" LX200 ACF w/ Lumicon Superfinder and Telrad)

"This kid thinks I'm a rookie!"

Grrzz-z-z-z-z-t!

"Why do you need THIS printer?"

 

 

 

windmill in Ostfriesland
Ostfriesland Ancestors is a site by a relative which is dedicated to the history of my father's ancestors who lived in the extreme northwestern part of Germany.  The ancient land of Friesia covered the entire North Sea coast of what is now The Netherlands and Germany.  Ostfriesland, or East Friesia, is that corner of Germany between the Ems River and the North Sea, and the Nanninga name is found in both northern Holland and northern Germany.  The early history of Ostfriesland goes back to before the Roman Empire.

My father was only two generations from the "old world", and we know that his family was living in the Pewsum and Pilsum area (northwest of Emden) during the early 18th century and before, to when surnames were not retained in the same way, at least in this region, yet his lineage can be traced to the 16th century.  His grandfather immigrated to the United States in 1873, probably through New Orleans, when the country was still rebuilding after the Civil War.  They settled first in Illinois then moved to Iowa, where my father was born.  His mother was Swedish and I remember suppers at her house as being rich in old-world manners and tradition.  My father served in the U.S. Navy during WWII then attended Lewis and Clark College in Portland, OR, where he met my mother in a geology class.

Nanninga Coat of Arms
gravestone in Pilsum, Germany, dated 1715, engraved with the
Nanninga Coat of Arms

 


18th-century shipMy mother's family was already in Oregon by the time of the American Civil War, but had been in Philadelphia before and during the American Revolution.  Following the line of her father's name, her great(x4) grandfather was born in 1738 while still in the Philadelphia harbor, his parents in the process of immigrating from western Germany.  Research of the surname shows that many were well-known glass makers.

Windsor CastleHer paternal grandmother had an ancestor born in Massachusetts in 1616, whose father, while obviously being among the first to emigrate from England to the new world, was descended from Edward III (b. 1312) and the Plantagenet kings of medieval England.  With the perennial battles between the Vikings and the Brits in the centuries prior, it is interesting to note that the Plantagenets were descended from both the early Normans, back to William the Conqueror (b. 1028) and his Viking ancestors, and the earliest Anglo-Saxons, including Alfred the Great (b. 849), who first united the feuding Brit states against the Vikings.

 

 

 

What is Asperger's Syndrome?   Most who have known me will say I have always been 'somewhat different'I have always struggled in social situations, often awkwardly without knowing why, but have at the same time often excelled in scientific and artistic interestsFortunately, most of the autistic-like symptoms are not readily apparent at this stage of my life, but are always there nevertheless.

Photo stories of Asperger's Syndrome   Told in their own words, five very unique stories in Portland, Oregon.

 

regional links:


Oregon State University, in Corvallis

The University of Oregon, in Eugene

Center for Sacred Sciences is a meditation and learning center in Eugene emphasizing the integration of spiritual and scientific knowledge.

Breitenbush Hot Springs is a retreat and conference center east of Salem, a beautiful place to which to get away.

 

 

Vietnam Service Medal

In honor of those who are proud to have served.

"the wire" from the roof of our "hootch", Duc Trong compoundour Cambodian mamasan

Vietnam Memoirs is dedicated to those who served in the Air Defense Artillery (ADA) units in Vietnam and Korea. 

I served with the ADA unit of the First Field Force in the central highlands of Vietnam as the crew chief of a quad-50 gun truck.  Long since rendered obsolete in their air-defense role by surface-to-air missiles, these units were used primarily as perimeter security and convoy escort.

We much preferred being on the road with a small convoy, usually a day-run supporting stuff moving through our AO, or even just being parked somewhere while engineers did their thing on a bridge or the road itself (they sure liked seeing a big gun truck sitting nearby :).  Best of all, would be a fully-independent solo run to the PX at the basecamp in Phan Rang, about 3 hours away, or even simply down the road to the swimming hole.  It was just more exciting to be 'on the road' (a guy-thing, no doubt, but it was probably not all that much safer to be sitting in a hootch), and it certainly made the time go faster.  At night, however, with few exceptions, we would be in a perimeter security mode, the truck backed into a birm on the perimeter, guns pointing outward.  In either roll, our greatest power was as a deterant -- it was usually wise on the part of the VC to leave us alone.

Our unit worked in section-sized groups (two trucks, called sister trucks) with five guys per crew plus a section chief.  Our battery (company) had eleven sections with which to cover a very large area (all of MR2, most of Vietnam's central highlands), and each section was assigned to some other unit in a supporting role, scattering our battery all over the central highlands.  We seldom saw our actual commanding officer -- he was generally a couple hundred miles away.

Each truck had a name and a paint scheme designed by the crew.  The back panel of our truck sported a chess-piece knight and the words "Have Guns, Will Travel", modeled after the calling card of Paladin (the 60s TV-series about a soldier of fortune in the old west).  The quad mount itself also had a little artwork, as seen in the close-up at the right.

Cam Ranh sunrisenear Duc Trong

near Dalat"Dodge City"special convoydaring the VC

 

 

1st Field Force, Vietnam

1st Field Force units included:

1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile)101st Airborne Division173rd Airborne Division
4th Infantry Division25th Infantry Division


1971 Typhoon articles:

Trailboss (about our unit)

One Who Remembers
(Montagnards)

Vietnam Veterans of America

 

Montagnard Village

The real natives of Vietnam were the Montagnards. All they needed were a grass hooch, a banana tree, and a crossbow -- they didn't give a damn who ran the country.

The Montagnards always greeted us warmly and were ready to help us with anything, including helping us once with a broken-down truck. We would often leave them candy, cigarettes, canned goods, and such, and as a thank-you, the Montagnard girls would make necklaces for us out of wild seeds. (I still have one.) To their own peril, the tribesmen supported the U.S. involvement because they absolutely hated the communist insurgents. Infiltrators from North Vietnam and the Vietcong would attempt to force them into supporting the communist agenda (the Vietcong were created in this way from the South Vietnamese villagers), but the Montagnards would have none of it.

Near our Duc Trong compound in the central highlands, about 30 km south of the beautiful mountain town of Dalat, the civilian Dr. James Turpin operated a Project Concern Hospital for the local Montagnard villagers. One night in June our compound went on 'red alert' after the VC fired a rocket-propelled grenade through the wall of the Dr. Turpin's hospital just outside our wire. We learned the next morning that one of the Australian volunteer nurses had been killed instantly. (This incident is mentioned in the Typhoon article about Project Concern and Dr. Turpin, "One Who Remembers", linked to above.) Three years earlier the VC had destroyed a dispensary set up by Dr Turpin in another area. All this because the Montagnards refused to cooperate with the Vietcong.

These fiercely independent and proud people and the beautiful central highlands where they lived their semi-nomadic lifestyle are my fondest memories of the country. The only regret of my experience there is that I feel we abandoned them. I will never forget them.

 

 

 

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