Thursday, December 31, 2009

All Is Quiet On New Year's Eve



It's about nine a.m. here and everyone is sleeping but me. We've had a cold circulating through the family and Maryn's been hit hardest with it. She was up coughing and hacking all night. Suzanne was the one who heard her so she was up too. Avery's just a lazy bones who would stay in bed all day if there weren't cartoons on television to lure her out.

I'm sitting on the couch with the Today show on in the background. It's all about the New Year's Eve celebration in Times Square. It's snowing and cold there today. I had a friend in high school who went to the Times Square festivities and she said it was one of the scariest things she'd ever done. A million drunk people pressed into a really small area -- she said she and her friends were almost crushed against some barriers by the crowd, that everyone was drunk and out of control. Doesn't sound like fun to me.

We don't have any big plans -- our traditional seven layer dip, sparkling cider, and the sparkling ball on TV. That's plenty.

A couple of unrelated thoughts:

Hoarders, Intervention, 16 and Pregnant, Teen Mom, and One Big Happy Family make me absolutely cringe. I've articulated my thoughts about reality TV here before, bascially saying that reality TV that produces something worthwhile (the ability of dance, good food, lost weight) is great, but reality TV that encourages the worst in human nature is not (lying, cheating, letchery, etc). Lately, it seems reality television has evolved to a new, even more horrible level. It's one thing to have reality TV that showcases idiots being idiots (Big Brother) but with shows like Intervention and Hoarders, it's like the audience is being asked to get enjoyment out of people's sickest, darkest moments. I don't get that at all. I get that it's hard to turn away from a train wreck but, jeeze, really?

On another note, the new movie with Harrison Ford and Brendan Fraser, Extraordinary Measures --



is it just me, or does this look like a Lifetime made-for-tv movie of the week? Why are a supposed A-lister like Ford and an almost-not-quite-never-more-than-B-lister like Fraser doing a film that visually and thematically nothing more than an ABC After School Special?

Anyway, enough complaining about TV and movies. Have a happy New Year celebration everyone. Don't get crushed against a barrier.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

We've Decided to Go Inactive

Not really, but it feels like it. Last week, Suzanne's back was out so we stayed home. This morning, we got up, ate, got dressed, and were about to walk out the door to begin our 20-25 minute drive to church when the Relief Society president called to say that the roads between us and the meeting house were atrocious and not safe to drive. We called the Bishop because both Suzanne and I were supposed to teach today and he advised us to stay home.

So we sat down in the living room, sang a couple of Christmas hymns, read some scriptures and some articles from The Friend, and prayed together. It was nice. Made me imagine what it must be like to be in a tiny branch.

Anyway, the snow continues to come down. It's slacked off a little in the last hour or so but it's been pretty constant since yesterday. Eesh. We were going to drive to the Ikea in the Chicago suburbs tomorrow but I don't think that's going to happen now. We'll probably just take it easy. Here's to more of that.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Snow and Movies

Yesterday, we had a greenish-brown Christmas. It rained all day and all night on Christmas Eve and, consequently, it looked like late September outside. Now, the wacky weather gods of Illinois have taken care of that lack and then some. It's been snowing since last night and it continues to come down. We'd intended to go to Peru to buy paint for the girls' room (one of their big gifts was the promise of a redecorated, "older" room) but I don't think we're doing anywhere anytime soon.

Now, for the Christmas movie round-up. (Well, not Christmas movies exactly. Movies I watched over Christmas so far.)

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: For my money, this is the best of the set so far. That's saying something because, until now, I thought Alfonso Cuaron's take on #3 was the strongest contender. It had a great visual sense and did a nice job telling the story too. However, David Yates, the guy who directed 5 and 6 and is also directing the two-part finale, really came into his own on this one. Perhaps it's because the story is wider than just the grounds of Hogwarts, maybe it's because the actors are old enough to really convey characters -- I don't know. All I know is, visually it looks wonderful and narratively, it's compelling, genuine, and worth re-watching. Compare this one to the first two and we see: #1 - digital technology has come a long way and #2 - Chris Columbus is a crappy hack of a director.

G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra: Yeah, I watched it. The same part of me that had to see the second Transformers needed to see this too. It is big and dumb but fun. I found it less offensive than Transformers but mainly because it doesn't take itself so seriously. It's not because it makes any more sense or because it's better filmmaking necessarily. Good enough to watch and turn your brain off to.

(500) Days of Summer: Strangely, I had a really hard time with this one. I like Joseph Gordon Leavitt (who plays Cobra Commander in the aforementioned big, dumb movie) and I have a minor-league crush on Zoey Deschanel -- but this film bothered me. It's about a guy who is crazy in love with a beautiful, mysterious, unknowable girl and how they go out for a while. Then she pulls away, they break up, and when he sees her next she's engaged and then married to some other guy who came out of nowhere. It hit a little close to home for me considering some experiences I had in college. (Curse you, Antonia Decker, curse you.) But other than my visceral emotional reaction, I thought it was a pretty fair movie with some nice indie music on the soundtrack.

So that's it for now. We'll see what else I get to before it's time to go back to real life.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Cookies, Cookies Everywhere and Not a Crumb to Eat



So for the last two days of our lives we've been occupied with cookies. When we lived in Livonia, a neighbor from across the street just showed up at our door one night with a plate of assorted goodies and treats. They were really good. She said the four or five houses at that end of the street used to trade cookie plates every Christmas but, as time went on and people moved, she ended up being the only one who still did it. We thought it was very nice of her to bring treats to the weird Mormon family that was just renting.

Suzanne brought that experience up the other day and said she thought it would be a good idea if we did that for our neighbors. Now, understand that, out here, folks mostly keep to themselves. (To be said in taciturn, corn-fed farmer voice.) We've lived here for a year and, while we wave and say "hi" to our three immediate neighbors, we're not exactly buddies, you know? So I agreed with Suze and figured it couldn't hurt to take a plate of sugar to Chris (guy across the street who grew up in the house we now own), the Millers (retired couple across the street who go for daily, vigorous walks when the weather allows), and the Hanks (kind of scary, tattooed, pierced, messed-up teeth family at the end of the road).

So Tuesday we made peanut butter cookies with Hershey's kisses, Andie's mint chocolate chip cookies, and fudge. It took all afternoon to mix, bake, cool, and decorate them all but, for the most part, it was an awful lot of fun. The girls were enthusiastic and helpful which makes all the difference. By evening, we had trays of cookies everywhere. Suzanne put together some artfully arranged plates and the girls and I walked them across the street. Chris wasn't home but the other two were excited and enthused about their free goodies and they wished us a pretty sincere "Merry Christmas." We also took a plate (because we had extra) to the Obermillers, some friends of ours here in town.







Yesterday, we delivered plates and tubs of the extra goodies to home teaching families, visiting teaching families, Activity Day girls, and the like. All in all, it was a big undertaking and it wouldn't have happened without Suzanne's idea and determination. But I'm glad it did happen. It was fun and very Christmasy which is perfectly appropriate.



So, having said that, Merry Christmas, dear readers -- to all four of you.

P.S. A shiny, gold Christmas star goes to the person who can name the thing I'm referencing in the title of this post (and it's not the Gene Wilder Willy Wonka movie). Clark D. is disqualified as are all other English teachers.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

You Get What You Pay For

There are some things in life that are worth paying more for in order to get the good stuff, things with which you really do get what you pay for. They are:

toilet paper

shoes

dishwasher detergent

Disneyland/Disneyworld


Other suggestions?

Monday, December 21, 2009

Best of 2009

So, of course, some pretty spectacular things happened in 2009. I started a new job at a great place, we moved into a nice house we like a lot, I passed my QE, wrote a draft of a novel, and, most importantly, we welcomed the arrival of the very cute, very funny, very chubby Parker Faye. So it's been a fabulous year.

But this post isn't that kind of "Best of." This is a list of stuff (mostly pop culture) I really liked this year. Feel free to consider them recommendations.



California Years by Jill Sobule. I like this album for several reasons. First of all, the songs are melodic, clever, sweet, and catchy. "Good Life" is charming and funny while "Mexican Pharmacy" is snarky and sharp. "Nothing to Prove" is anthemic and "Wendell Lee" is quirky. Besides just the quality of the music, I love how the album came about. The independent record companies that produced her previous two albums both folded and so, instead of giving up or selling out, she called on friends, fans, and random celebrities to donate money. She eventually raised eighty five thousand dollars, hired Don Was to produce, and put out a great record. The last tune on the album is "The Donor Song" in which she sings the names of some of her donors. California Years was my lawnmowing go-to music this summer.




Wednesday Comics
. Every Wednesday for twelve weeks this summer, a new issue of Wednesday Comics came out. Instead of the usual, 22 page thing we're all used to seeing on racks at Waldenbooks, it was a giant tabloid-sized book printed on newsprint in wonderful full color. Each page was the continuation of an individual story. Batman was on the first page, Superman was page 3, and so on. So by the time the last issue came out, we had fifteen different stories that were twelve pages each. Each story was produced by a different creative team and so each page had a different look, a different storyline, etc. Some were terrific (Adam Strange and Kamandi were particular faves at the Brown home) and some were totally lame (I can't fathom how the Wonder Woman story even made it into print). But it was a wonderful weekly ritual with Maryn and Avery. Every Wednesday, they'd beg to go to Metropolis Comics so we could pick up the new issue. Once we got it, we'd settle in somewhere and get the latest installment. They really liked Green Lantern, Kamandi, and Metal Men. I liked Batman and Adam Strange. I was sad when the twelve issue run was over and I hope they do it again next summer.



Top Chef. Every time I would say that I enjoyed Chopped or Next Food Network Star, someone would say, "Have you seen Top Chef?" I had not because but this Fall, Suzanne and I watched the latest season and finally understood what the big deal is. Part of it is the higher level of skill and knowledge involved. Part of it is the more interesting judges. After watching a season of Top Chef, I see now that Chopped is cooking show lite. It's fun but less filling. The great tragedy, however, is that we missed the finale a few weeks ago because Dish decided to replace Bravo with the Lifetime Movie Network without saying a word. (Talk about adding insult to injury.) We hope to get it back before the next season starts.



Fourth Street Bakery. It's just a small shop in Peru where Suzanne and I go for lunch sometimes. Some of you may remember me mentioning it in my post from last winter about the world's hottest hot chocolate. It has really good sandwiches, tasty bagels, and yummy soups. Since I associate it with nice lunches with Suzanne, I like it there very much.



Star Trek. I've only been a casual fan of Star Trek and always preferred Star Wars as a kid. However, the new film version directed by J.J. Abrams was nothing less than a hot, steaming cup of fresh-brewed awesome. I loved it.

ENG 1003-01 Fall '09. This was one of the best groups of students I've ever had. It was a blast to go to class every Tuesday and Thursday. I enjoyed it and I think they did too. I doubt this particular dynamic will be replicated any time soon even though I'm teaching the same class at the same time in the same classroom next term and even though I have several of the same students taking other classes of mine this spring. It was one of those experiences that just happens -- not something you can engineer.

So there you are: a list of general awesomeness from the year 2009. I'm looking forward to Sherlock Holmes, the fifth and final season of Lost, teaching American Lit 2, and lots more goodness in the year to come.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Eleven Years and Counting


So yesterday was the big ELEVEN for Suzanne and I. We spent about an hour in the afternoon looking at photos from our engagement and wedding, and we talked about what kids we were, how little we knew. It's crazy that two people who don't really know each other all that well, who don't know what they're in for, can decide to stay together for the rest of their lives and beyond and then actually do it. We had no idea what we were in for but I'm glad we decided and I'm glad we're doing it.

Two days ago, Suzanne threw out her back. It was the most harmless thing in the universe -- she bent down to hang a dish towel on a hook under the sink. Something went *ping* and suddenly she could barely walk. For our anniversary, she took a hot shower and some ibuprofen so we could at least go out to dinner. (Monte's Riverside Inn in Ottawa for New York steak. Yum.) But this morning, her back was worse than ever. For some reason, it locks up over night and then slowly loosens as the day goes on. Though I'm loathe to do it, I think we may have to call a chiropractor tomorrow because it can't go on like this.



Because of Suzanne's inability to walk or carry much of anything, we are all home from church today. We couldn't leave Parker with her so we are all taking a day off from church. Or so I thought. About an hour ago as I was checking my email, I heard Avery's voice coming from her bedroom and it was her reading-aloud voice. I tuned in to what she was saying and, as I did, I heard, "And the voice of warning shall be unto all people, by the mouths of my . . . disciples, whom I have chosen in these last days."

I walk quietly back to their room and find both girls have assembled a small congregation of stuffed animals on their beds and they are reading to them out of the first section of the Doctrine and Covenants like they were giving a talk in Sacrament Meeting. It was hilarious and kind of sweet. They looked up at me and then immediately went back to what they were doing.

I left them alone and about fifteen minutes later they wandered in with all of their stuffed animals in their arms and Maryn informed me that, "The kids were all really good in church and we think they deserve to watch James and the Giant Peach. Is that okay? They also filled up the imaginary Faith jar." (Apparently, when they're good in their Sunday School classes they get to drop something in the "faith jar" and when it's full, they get some kind of treat.) So they are in the other room right now with their faithful congregations watching James and the Giant Peach. I can't argue if the faith jar is full.

So for the moment, Parker is on her play mat beating the crap out of the various stuffed animals and noisemakers that hang above her and the girls are watching a movie. Suzanne is sleeping, hoping her body will somehow heal itself, and I am writing to you, dear reader. Pretty quiet day. We had an inch of snow yesterday and so everything is pale and colorless outside. Not much wind. No additional snow. Everything is just still.

Tomorrow I intend to post my "Best of" for 2009. Tune in tomorrow.

P.S. When Maryn saw the engagement photo that's at the top of this post, she said, "Dad, it's hard to believe that you didn't used to have a beard. And you were blonde. And so scrawny. It's weird."

Friday, December 18, 2009

Happiness and Irritation



Yesterday, Suzanne and I went grocery shopping. It was about two in the afternoon and right around the cereal aisle, I felt this strong sense of . . . well-being, I guess. It just hit me that there was enough money in the checking account to do the shopping, enough hours in the day to get it done, the baby was happy, Suzanne was happy, the sun was shining -- things were just really good and I felt very peaceful.

In my experience, moments like that have meant that the next day is going to be truly atrocious. For some reason, you only get the really great moments on the cusp of really bad ones -- kind of that whole "opposition in all things." Well, it's only nine a.m. so I'm not sure what kind of day it's going to be yet but I did think it was worth pointing out that I had one of those moments, a moment when you actually realize you're happy.

Suzanne referred to it as my "Christmas vacation euphoria." I did turn my grades in on Wednesday afternoon and am free as a bird until January 13th -- so there might be something to that.



On another note, we watched Julie and Julia last night. As I'd heard, Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci are great. The sequences featuring those two are far and away the best of the whole film. The Amy Adams sequences are just something to be endured before there's more Julia Child. I'm not crazy about Amy Adams as an actress in general but additionally her character, Julie Powell, is just really uninteresting. She's frumpy, narcissistic, and never really does or says anything engaging. It's unclear what it is about her that's supposed to be redeeming. She makes a goal and accomplishes it? I guess. At the end of it all, she realizes her husband put up with a lot of crap from her? Maybe. I don't know. I just didn't like her.

Normally, I wouldn't let something like this bother me but I will admit that knowing a little about the real Julie Powell's biography affected how I read the movie. I read an article the other day about her new book that details how, after all the success of her blog and first book, she carried on a two year affair with an old flame from college. It bothers me that her desperation for notoriety led to success that led to infidelity. It bothers me that now she's trying to profit from that choice and chalking it up to "Well, I'm a writer and I must tell the truth." Whatever.

Anyway, the other thing that bothered me was director Nora Ephron's tendency to draw out cutsie-poo performances from her female leads. If Julie and Julia had been made fifteen years ago, Meg Ryan would have played Julia and she would have given the same flustered, twee performance Amy Adams did and it also would have made me throw up in my mouth a little.

I'm being too hard and too negative about a film that, for the most part, I liked. It would have been a stronger film had it focused solely on Julia and her husband Paul but hey -- if wishes were horses, right?

Anyway, today is the girls' last day of school before their vacation. Its a day of goofing off and Christmas parties as near as I can tell. Good for them.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Stupid but Funny

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More Movies

So I rent movies that I know are going to suck, I watch them, and then they suck. Go figure.



Following a good year's worth of black and white classical Hollywood, I've been craving full-color, big special-effects, blockbuster-style movies. Consequently, I got Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen from Netflix. Now, I saw the first Transformers and, yes, it sucked as a film. The characters were lame, the dialogue was terrible, the narrative was a mess, etc. But it was cool to see scenes of Detroit spliced in with scenes from Los Angeles. And the robots were pretty cool.

The second film is more of the same. Suckier dialogue, lamer acting, crappier narrative -- but bigger, badder, cooler robots. One thing I can say for Michael Bay, director and doofus extraordinaire, is that he can film a pretty mean action sequence when he puts his blow-dried head to it. The fight scene between the robots in the woods is pretty exciting and cool to watch. Everything else -- meh.

Up next on the ol' queue is Julie and Julia (for Suzanne who complains that I treat the Netflix account as though it was my own.) After that, the latest Harry Potter movie which I still have not seen.

Can I tell you what I'm excited to see in the theater this Christmas season though?


Here's hoping it's not The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Redux.

Friday, December 11, 2009

So, yeah, it was pretty stupid


But why? I've been trying to put my finger on it for days and haven't been able to exactly articulate what was wrong with Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. My brother, Dan, said the movie felt like it was made "just because they could" and I agree with that. It has a sense of careless, self-indulgent excess that the worst of Spielberg's movies have had (see: Hook). And I know a lot of people complained about the science fiction aspect of it -- but I wonder what their problem is. In the last three Indiana Jones movies, we had the Ark of the Covenant, ghosts, people melting, people having their hearts plucked from their chests, a thousand year old knight, a face-to-face meeting with Hitler, etc. Why not aliens?

I've decided the biggest thing working against the film was the gap between film #3 and film #4. If this one had come out two or three years after The Las Crusade, it still wouldn't have gotten great reviews but the sense of let-down wouldn't have been nearly as profound. Remember that Raiders of the Lost Ark did huge business and got great reviews and then Temple of Doom came out. The second film was kind of lame comparatively -- it was unnecessarily gross and lacked the gravitas of the first. A few years later came The Last Crusade which Spielberg said he made in order to "make up for" Temple of Doom.

Now that we have this fourth movie, it's apparent Spielberg can only make a decent Indiana Jones film every other time. If there were to be a fifth film, it would probably be awesome. Since Harrison Ford is nearing seventy, it's unlikely we'll be getting any more make up films, however. So basically, they should have left well enough alone instead of going of this late career stab at old glory. It smells a lot like Michael Jordan's time with the Washington Wizards.

A film that does not suck is Wes Anderson's Fantastic Mr. Fox. The voice work is terrific and Anderson's still, mannered quirkiness makes it far more than just a kid's movie. I didn't laugh as much as I did watching, say, Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs, but I enjoyed it on more levels. It's worth watching for sure.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

The Students Who Visit Me in the Writing Lab

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Sad to See Them Go

I found out earlier this week that the BYU-I English department secretary, Jeannne Reinwand, died in a car accident. I didn't know her well but I definitely knew her and was sad to find out what had happened to her. She was a constant presence during my years at Ricks and later when I went through the job application process there.

Yesterday, I heard that one of my former BSU professors, Tom Trusky, was found dead in his home. He had a heart attack several years ago and I assume his passing had something to do with those issues. He was my bookarts teacher at BSU and was just generally a nice guy. We kept in touch for several years after I left Boise State and he was always telling me about his latest mad-scientist project - poems mounted inside old refrigerators, poems printed on Burmashave-style signs posted around campus, Ethiopian prayer scroll books, etc. I'm sad that he's gone.

I'm reprinting the article from the Idaho Statesman below. I'm in it and I swear I told the reporter twice that I work at a community college, not a liberal arts college.



With Tom Trusky, it was always something - writing and teaching poetry, inspiring students through his book arts class, starting a new program, researching overlooked subjects, pulling a prank, or writing arcane e-mails in meter - he was filled with energy and creativity almost constantly.

"A really bright star is gone from this university," said Richard Young, chairman of the Boise State art department. "He was a great raconteur, a curator, researcher and amazing writer. He had a major impact on the arts and culture at the university and the community."

Trusky, 65, died at his North End home of natural causes. The Ada County coroner's office confirmed his death Wednesday morning. Friends saw him at The Flicks on Saturday, but he did not show up for his Monday night class, which was a rare occurrence. His friends and colleagues are shocked at the news.

Trusky could be as difficult as he was generous. He had a great sense of humor and a penchant for sending poetic e-mails, said Michelle Payne, chairwoman of the Boise State English Department.

"They were funny, mostly sarcastic and filled with all kinds of allusions. It wasn't e-mail; it was art," Payne said.

Trusky started teaching at Boise State College in 1970. His accomplishments over the four decades since have helped change the course of the university and raise its national profile.

Trusky founded and edited cold-drill magazine, the university's award winning literary publication, from 1974 to 1995. He co-founded and co-edited Ahsahta Press, a small poetry press, from 1974 to 1996. Now headed by poet Janet Holmes, Ahsahta has recently gained national attention, publishing the work of nationally lauded poets. He was the director of The Idaho Film Collection and had recently stepped down as director of the Idaho Center for the Book. He also directed The Hemingway Western Studies Center.

Trusky did extensive research on Idaho artist James Castle and the forgotten silent screen star Nell Shipman, giving her previously lost films international exposure and reviving interest in her career.

One of his many lasting legacies was initiating the master's program in creative writing in 1998.

"Tom was the moving force behind that," said Bruce Ballenger, who teaches creative nonfiction and occupies the office next to Trusky's.

Mark Brown, who was a master's student at Boise State in 2003, now lives in Illinois, where he teaches at a small liberal arts college. He took Trusky's graduate level book arts class, which bridged the gap between visual and literary arts.

"Every class period was some new adventure with him," Brown said. "He was never done discovering."

Brown remembers learning an odd printing technique that used gelatin as a printing matrix. It had been used in Soviet Russia to print underground materials.

Stephanie Bacon, professor of graphic arts and the new head of the Center for the Book, considered Trusky a mentor and friend.

"He might not have called himself an artist, but he was an artist in everything he did," Bacon said. "He was always coming up with this stuff - such a lively intellect and enthusiasm."

Trusky chose Bacon to succeed him as head of the Center for the Book.

"I thought we would have more time," Bacon said. "He had more to teach me about how he did what he did. There will be some mysteries to discover."

Trusky never shied away from controversy or conflict, said his former student and friend Troy Passey.

"He could be polarizing. He had an acerbic wit and did not suffer fools," he said. "But behind the gruffness was a sentimental sweetheart. He made me laugh."

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

The Jury Is Still Out

Suzanne and I started watching the most recent Indiana Jones movie last night. We would have finished it but viewing had to stop in favor of the latest episode of 18 Kids and Counting. (Am I a married man? Yes, I am. How can you tell? A film featuring fistfights, UFOs, and chase scenes was put on hold at my house so we could watch a tv show about a gargantuan family wandering through a corn maze.)

Aaaaannnyway, the jury is still out on Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. It got mostly tepid reviews and no one I know was particularly enthusiastic about it when it came out. Having lowered expectations, I haven't been terribly disappointed yet. The two things I noticed are: #1 - There seems to be an awful lot of nudge-nudge-wink-wink going on. The opening chase scene between the army trucks and the hot rod is obviously a reference to American Graffiti which was directed by Indiana Jones'es writer/producer George Lucas, the audience gets a glimpse of the titular ark from Raiders of the Lost Ark in the warehouse scene, and there are plenty of references to Indy's age and how things aren't as easy as they used to be. All of this seems to be a jokey way of acknowledging history and winking at the viewer as if to say, "We know it's been a while - stay with us though and we'll try to make it fun."

The other thing I noticed is Spielberg's now-frequent collaborator, cinematographer Januz Kaminski. He's shot just about every Spielberg film since Schindler's List and his style is a little too grainy and sophisticated for the Saturday-matinee-cheesy-cliffhanger nature of the Indiana Jones films. His style makes the most innocuous scene seem heavy and ominous. When Spielberg is doing something like Minority Report, it works perfectly. When he's doing something that involves Shia Labeouf as a motorcycle-riding character named "Mutt," not so much.



Anyway, once we finish it (you know, once my wife lets me use the tv again), I'll give a full report.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

So What Do The Kids Do Now?



When I was in high school, a mix tape was a sign of high affection. If you were interested enough in someone to go through the labor of making a mix, it was serious. I think it's become kind of a silly cliche now -- Michael Cera's character in Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist is shown as a pathetic, heartbroken loser through the number of mix CDs he makes for his ex-girlfriend.

What I'm wondering is, what do music lovers and lover lovers do now that even CDs are pretty much going the way of the Dodo? Digital music is so convenient, so portable, so generally smacking of awesomeness -- and yet, what's a schlubby sixteen year old with stars in his eyes supposed to do for that delicate flower across the room if he wants to put together a mix of songs to express his true love?

These days you wouldn't give someone a cassette tape any more than you'd send them a telegram. People still have CD players, of course, but they aren't nearly as ubiquitous as mp3 players. So what's a kid to do?

(If you know the answer to this, I'd really like to know.)

Incidentally, the other thing that's suffering in the digital revolution is album design. I've heard old-timers complain about the shift from full-size vinyl records and how the great art and design that went into an album cover would become a lost art with cassette covers and CD covers. Cassette covers were pretty much a lost cause from the start but a lot of artists did cool stuff with CD packaging. But now? If I buy a song online, I get a one-inch by one-inch image of the album cover that floats around on my iPod screen while the song plays. It kind of sucks.



(I don't even really like Jackson Browne but I acknowledge this is an ingenious album cover. The whole thing was silk screened onto an actual canvas water bag and then photographed. The inner sleeve that protected the disc itself had bright blue water printed on it. It was awesome. Something like this isn't coming across on my iPod screen, you know?)

Why November Has Been A Crappy Month For Blogging



It's just after midnight on December 1, the deadline for Nanowrimo or National Novel Writing Month. I've been chopping away at a story all month long and tonight, around 11:45, I crossed the 50,000 word "finish line." The story isn't done yet but I'm clocked in at a nice, round 50,133 words for tonight. That's plenty for the moment, enough to earn me my silly "Winner" certificate from the nanowrimo website (as if I needed a certificate to tell me that, right?).

Anyway, I'm really excited. The draft is a hot ghetto mess but it's a draft, not just a half finished idea in the back of my head. I have something on paper to work with and, as we all know, something is better than nothing.

So hopefully December will be better in terms of blog updates. I'm done with the QE, I've written the draft of a novel -- maybe now it's time for some high quality blogging. We'll see.