Sunday Burst of Weird and AWESOME!

Wierdness and Awesome abound!

:: Archaeologists have a new hypothesis regarding the stone giants of Easter Island. Interesting stuff. I’ve always thought it would be neat to see those, if not for the sheer remoteness of the island coupled with the fact that there’s likely little to do there other than look at big stone statues.

:: Illustrations from a Russian edition of The Hobbit. I have to admit that I like these illustrations a great deal. There’s a great deal of charm here:

Note the highly liberal interpretation of a hobbit’s hairy feet. Bilbo’s half ape-man or something!

:: OK, that weird guy on the Dyson commercials needs to stop. Seriously, if he’s that big a techno genius, he needs to use his abilities for stuff that’s actually, you know, important. Sure, it looks kinda nifty, but there is zero need for a room fan that costs $300! This guy is like a supergenius with OCD who has decided to use his abilities to rid the world of all of his personal little pet peeves rather than advancing our world toward its ultimate goal of unlimited energy, flying cars and jetpacks, spaceships coming and going all over the place to our colonies throughout the solar system, and a Super Mario game that doesn’t make me feel stupid. We don’t need bladeless fans! Ye Gods, man! Let go of your anal retention and use your powers for good! (Dyson’s fan first seen at Cal’s place.)

OK, I’m done. More next week!

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Seeing double


Seeing double, originally uploaded by Jaquandor.

I was wondering which side was my better side, so I did a bit of photographic comparison.

And I still have no idea!

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Stars, ships, and ferrets in pants

Time to catch up on some recent reading!

:: Sports From Hell: My Search for the World’s Dumbest Competition by Rick Reilly is a fun piece of sportswriting in which Reilly travels the world in search of really bizarre sports. The ones he finds are both familiar (the “Rock Paper Scissors” championships) and utterly unexpected (World Sauna Championships). Some of these he tries, some he only watches from afar, but all in all, the book is a funny and fascinating look into the world of organized competition. Despite having built a society, we humans still revere competition and have a biological need for it, so we’ll end up competing in anything. Such as, who can sit in an extremely hot sauna (261 degrees) for the longest, or who can sit the longest at a poker table that’s been set up in the middle of an arena into which an angry bull has just been released, or who can hold out the longest after having a ferret dropped into their pants and their belts and cuffs taped shut. Yes, that ferret-in-the-pants thing is real. It’s the cover photo of the book.

Some of the sports are surreal not just for the events themselves, but for the context in which they are played. The bull poker, for example: that one takes place in a prison in Louisiana, and the competitors are inmates. The warden makes a case that allowing competitions like this gives inmates some form of dignity, but Reilly creates an interesting juxtaposition when, at the end of the chapter, after an inmate named Rocky has won the bull poker competition, he gives the reaction of the father of the girl whose murder Rocky is in the pen for in the first place. “I didn’t know that someone who raped and murdered an innocent person would get to ride in a rodeo. That doesn’t sound like hard labor to me.”

My favorite chapter was the one on baseball. Not some kind of special baseball that they play in white-water rapids, or on top of a mountain, or something weird like that. Just regular old Major League Baseball. Now, I used to be as big a fan of baseball as anyone, but various things have sapped my enthusiasm for the game. First, my favorite team has sucked for almost two decades. Second, we haven’t had cable in years, so following baseball is basically a “checking the boxscores online or in the paper” thing now. But third, really — the game has become longer and longer and duller and duller. Hence Reilly’s first complaint, that “Baseball is as dull as Amish porn.” That whole chapter is as good a rant as I’ve read in a while. Here’s a taste:

3. Writers somehow think baseball is male childbirth.

There’s no bigger gap in any sport than the one between misty-eyed Jack Kerouac-quoting baseball writers and red-eyed Jack Daniels-drinking baseball players. Press-box poets like George Will are always waxing nostalgic about the game; everything is roses and sepia tones and tearstained “catches” with Dad. They’ll see some rookie standing with some old vet in the outfield and say, “Imagine the lessons being handed down.” And having been around the game my whole life, having played it, I can tell you the lessons. The old vet is saying, “You see the blonde with the rack sitting behind the dugout? She likes power tools.”

:: Two space opera novels recently joined the ranks of…space opera novels I’ve read. Prophets by S. Andrew Swann (book one of a series called Apotheosis) was a fairly quick and breezy read. Not that it’s a light book, by any means, but it’s fairly short and it’s divided into short chapters, which always helps the pacing along. The book posits a complex spacefaring human society in which there are several groups constantly vying for power (an Islamic Caliphate and the Roman Catholic Church among them) when the existence of a lost human colony, way out in space, is discovered. There’s a race against time to get out there and see what’s going on…and of course, there’s a lot more going on than a simple lost colony.

This is, as noted above, the first book in a series, and from what I’ve gathered, this series is a sequel series to an earlier series by Swann, so I have some catch-up reading to do. This was a fun, fast-paced space adventure story.

:: Also fun, but not quite so fast-paced, but wildly adventurous, is Judas Unchained by Peter F. Hamilton. This is the sequel volume to his earlier Pandora’s Star (previously discussed), and it’s about as long — 1000 pages of space opera goodness. I can’t say too much about it, since it is literally the second half of a pretty massive story, but I did greatly appreciate how Hamilton is mostly able to bring all of the various storylines — and there are a lot of them — together in fairly convincing fashion. The pace really picks up in the last two hundred pages, leading to a nicely whiz-bang conclusion. The series also has lots of ideas and managed to keep me nervous about the fates of characters even in a universe in which death has been rendered an impermanent state. This duology is long, but it’s very impressive. I’m already looking forward to The Dreaming Void, which kicks off a new series set in the same universe.

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Final Idol

American Idol for this year is over, at long, long last. Aside from a couple of too-rare bright spots, this season was generically disappointing from the start right up until the end, when — for the first time in my experience — Idol crowned the wrong person. And not just a little bit wrong, but staggeringly wrong.

Lee DeWyze was utterly, utterly inadequate, no matter how much the judges inexplicably adored him. He’s got a pleasant enough voice, and he can strum a guitar in relatively convincing fashion (although that’s about all he did with it), but he showed, time and time and time again throughout the show’s run, that he had zero real musicianship. He showed it when he failed completely to sell the song “Beautiful Day” in the finale; he showed it when he did an awful one-half of a duet with eventual runner-up Crystal Bowersox in “Falling Slowly”; he showed it in his jaw-droppingly awful rendition of “Hey Jude”; and worst of all was his wholesale slaughtering of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah”, which he turned into a Queen-style arena rock anthem. There have only been a couple of times in all the seasons of Idol I’ve watched (all but the first) in which someone I really disliked made the finale (Diana DiGarmo and David Archuleta), but this was the first time that the person I really disliked actually won, and he did it despite near unanimous opinion that his performances on the Finale were seriously subpar.

What was odd was the judges’ reaction to Lee all year. Until the finale, Lee received zero criticism. None. He was slathered with praise every single week until the finale, when at long last he seemed to receive some mild critique. It’s true that the judges can’t eliminate or keep anyone around solely by virtue of their criticism, but they can certainly shape opinion, and Lee had them in his back pocket right to the end, even to the point where he’d give warbling performances in which he would literally sing wrong notes and start shouting the song as soon as he possibly could, and yet, no one would point it out; Randy Jackson, famous for using the word “pitchy” as much as “dawg”, would merely shout out things like “Oooooh, someone is in it to win it!” The judges’ devotion to Lee DeWyze was absolutely mystifying.

What about Crystal Bowersox, then? Well, it’s pretty obvious that I loved her. Absolutely loved her. Not everything she did was perfect; on “Movie Song Night”, she did some song from Caddyshack that nobody much remembers, for example. But she was such a smart, capable, intelligent performer. She thought her songs through in a way that Lee couldn’t even conceive. After Simon Cowell criticized her for the way she had performed a particular song, she was actually able to look at him and say, “Well, the lyrics say this, so I had to sing it in a way that made that meaning clear” or some such thing. That kind of musical intelligence is rare on Idol, which is tailor-made for vocalists like Lee DeWyze and Siobhan Magnus who approach a song as though it is a vocal jungle-gym.

Crystal also had tremendous stage presence, which Lee did not. During the Season Finale (the results show, not the individual performances), both Crystal and Lee showed up on stage occasionally to perform with various famed pop and rock artists. Crystal did a number with Alanis Morissette in which she held her own with the star, making the moment something special. A short while later Lee did a number with Chicago, and he couldn’t even stand out as a 20-something kid amongst a group of aging, has-been rockers. Lee just melted into the stage; Crystal looked like the stage was her home. And it was. That the Idol voters didn’t consider this is…well, it’s not very shocking, actually.

Crystal’s dominance over Lee in the final performances was so undeniable that not even Lee could deny it. At the very end of the show, just before the final fade-out, there they were on stage, Lee and Crystal, with Ryan Seacrest in between. The look on Lee’s face was the look of dismay on the face of any person who has been thoroughly beaten by a superior opponent.

So why, then, did Lee win? I’ve heard some theories:

Lee is more marketable, more current, more contemporary, more [insert intangible here] than Crystal.

I don’t buy this. First of all, I have no idea what’s “current” or “contemporary” and neither does anyone else. It’s all BS, really — Crystal stands in the tradition of Melissa Ethridge and Sheryl Crow, both of whom are still very much present on the music scene. Plus, Idol viewers aren’t record producers. It’s not their job to pick people who sell tons of albums, even though that’s the hope. Ruben Studdard, Fantasia Barrino, Taylor Hicks — all have had fine music careers since winning Idol, but none have lit the world on fire. But more importantly, none were “current” or “contemporary”.

Crystal doesn’t really need to win. She’s virtually guaranteed a great career.

I’m not so sure about this. Everyone loves to talk about the Idols who didn’t win and who went on to some kind of stardom — Clay Aiken, Jennifer Hudson (didn’t even make the finale), and Adam Lambert are prime examples here — but there are others who disappeared. Justin Guarini, Kat Stevens, that beat-boxing kid from a few years back: where are they? Nowhere that anybody knows. Some non-winners have had good careers. Many more have not.

Lee’s backstory is more compelling than Crystal’s.

Well, this is all opinion, I guess. I, for one, am more attuned to the single mother struggling to make it as a singer than the paint salesman trying to be a singer, but that’s just me.

A related theory:

America’s a pretty puritanical country, so a single mom isn’t going to win IDOL against a good-looking guy. Same was Adam Lambert lost.

Don’t know about this one. I hope it isn’t true, but I’m sure that for a few voters, it was.

Teenybopper girls robotexting their votes carried the day for Lee.

There may be something to this; I suspect it’s at least part of the reason Lee won. You can’t overestimate the sway held by the “cute” contestants, whether they can sing or not. It’s why Aaron Kelly and Tim Urban lasted so long, despite their relative lack of plausibility as Idols. I saw this theory advanced somewhere to explain the fact that men have won Idol four of the last five years (Taylor Hicks, David Cook, Kris Allen, and now Lee DeWyze). However, looking at who lost some of those years, the theory looks a little less convincing. There’s no way anybody’s going to look at David Cook and decide that he’s going to have the “teenybopper girl” vote sewn up when he’s up against David Archuleta, and Jordin Sparks beat out…that beatboxer kid who looked like he should command the “teenybopper girls” segment of the Idol electorate. I’m sure this is a factor, but a determining factor? Maybe not.

This illustrates the power of the judges to sway opinion, given how relentlessly positive they were about Lee.

This is, for me, the likely big factor here.

So anyway, Lee’s the winner and Crystal’s not. I predicted Lee to win the whole thing weeks ago, mainly because of the way the judges were pushing him so hard in their critiques. In fact, I predicted that Crystal wouldn’t even make the final, so I was partially wrong on that score. But this also demonstrates something else: that the judges’ critiques in the final don’t determine much at all. The judges treated Lee with reverential fervor all year until the final, when they gave him criticism that was mild at best while highly praising Crystal. It’s a far cry from two years ago, when in the final, the judges declared all three “rounds” for David Archuleta, who ended up losing by what was apparently a pretty sizable margin. By the time of the final, I think most people who are going to vote have their minds made up.

Lee’s victory had an air of inevitability, but it was a weird kind of inevitability: the kind where you know you’re getting forced to do something, so you go along with it.

OK, enough about the Worst Idol in the History of Idol. What about Idol in general? I found this year generically disappointing. The level of voices selected for the Top 24 was surprisingly bad, with only a handful of standouts among them. And one of those standouts, Lilly Scott, whom I loved in the early going, didn’t make the Final 12 in what was probably the most surprising single elimination of the entire season. There are always bad contestants who do confoundingly well — John Stevens? Sanjaya Malakar? Tim Urban? I read one article somewhere, early in the season, that suggested that Idol is having more troubles lately because they’ve “depleted the talent pool”. That notion is, obviously, idiotic — are we to believe that Idol has worked through all 50 million or whatever number of people there are in the permitted age group? That’s just silly. But the judges drop the ball on their selections, at least once every year.

Simon Cowell is also leaving, which has a lot of people predicting the show’s swift demise. Maybe, but if so, I suspect it would be because Idol will be in its tenth season and it’s getting old. Like any self-respecting fan of American Idol, I have some thoughts on directions the show should take:

1. Cut back on the filler and focus on the music.

This season, the filler material got ridiculous, to the point where Idol had to schedule two hour shows so that nine contestants could sing. That was ridiculous. There’s only so much anybody wants to know about the contestants, and all the song previews are now going on way too long. Time was when the show would have each contestant sing twice as early as six or seven left in the group; this year they waited (I think) until they were down to five left, just because the show was so full of filler material.

2. Move “Country Music Week” back to where it used to be, early on in the Final Twelve.

This year, they didn’t do Country Week until very late — again when there were only five or six left — and they focused it on songs by Shania Twain. It should come a lot earlier. Not that I’m a country music fan — I like some of it, dislike most of it — but it can’t be denied that Idol‘s Country Week tends to produce a lot of good performances, especially from the contestants who may not be totally cut out for the Pop stuff they want so badly to feature. Country Week can give dark-horse contestants a new lease on life on the show, and it addsa helpful bit of variety to the show.

3. Change the voting.

This will never happen, but I’d like to see voting changed so that people are voting for someone to be eliminated rather than to see someone stay. Failing that, I’d at least like to see the show limit the number of votes from one person, so that someone can’t robo-text fifty votes for someone who isn’t very good. Never gonna happen, obviously — they love that Ryan Seacrest can say things like “Out of a record 190 million votes cast”, as if that many people are watching the show to begin with. But this would fix a recurrent problem with Idol, when every year lesser contestants thrive whilst worthy ones are sent packing.

4. Back to three judges.

OK. So Simon Cowell is leaving. I’m not of the general view that he is unreplaceable asset whose departure will spell doom for Idol — Simon is flat-out full of crap a lot of the time, and he only manages to not seem full of crap by virtue of being articulate and having a British accent. But he’s leaving the show. Who to replace him with? Someone with personality and intelligence. I’d like to see him replaced by someone with knowledge of the industry, but really, not another record producer. I’d like to see another actual musician on the show, someone who isn’t concerned with what’s going to sell and be marketable and rather what’s actually good.

I saw the suggestion made somewhere else — can’t remember where — but it’s a good one. Bret Michaels! It’s perfect. After watching him on The Celebrity Apprentice, he’s got smarts and he can be blunt when he needs to be and nice when that’s called for.

And get rid of Kara Dioguardi. I suppose Ellen Degeneres can stay, but she needs to work on her critiquing. Kara, though, is useless.

5. Get rid of the “bad singers”.

When the show starts up in January, they always show lots of stadiums full of Idol hopefuls. Only a tiny percentage of these are allowed through to audition for the judges; five thousand might show up, but only 150 might get through to sing for Randy, Kara and Simon or whomever. And of those, a certain percentage are the terrible singers sent through just so we can see the judges rip into people who suck.

The problem is that this is all boring. The annual weeks-long tour of laughing at sucky singers is old, old, old hat by now. It might help the cause of upgrading the talent level sent through to Hollywood if the show abandoned the sucky singers. Let the judges pick from 150 good singers, instead of only 75 good ones and torturing them with 75 bad ones.

That’s about it. All in all, a really disappointing year on American Idol. We’ll see if it can get its groove back next year or not.

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Something for Thursday

UPDATE: What happens when you try throwing together a post about anything you can possibly think of late at night on a day when you’ve been up since five in the morning? Errors, that’s what. So, below wherever you read “Bakshi”, substitute “Rankin Bass”, if you please. I don’t know where my head was on that, but….

Sorry, folks, but today was a solid kick-in-the-arse kind of day. A very early start at work for a big project, resulting in a brain of mush in the evening.

Anyway, way back before Peter Jackson took the reins of filming Middle Earth, the Ralph Bakshi animation studios took a shot at the work of JRR Tolkien. The animated Lord of the Rings is legendarily bad, as is the later follow-up for teevee, Return of the King. But their film of The Hobbit is not without its charms. The animation wasn’t the best, but the actual art was quite good, and the Bakshi Middle Earth had a look all its own. It took me a little while, actually, when watching Peter Jackson’s Fellowship of the Ring the first ever time to get my head past the fact that his hobbits didn’t look like this:

The film did a fairly nice job with the songs. It all has a 1970s folk sound to it, but they are still quite charming. Here’s the title song, “The Greatest Adventure”:

And this, Glenn Yarborough’s setting of the “old walking song” that is heard throughout all of The Hobbit and LOTR:

In a scene where a bunch of goblins are attacking Bilbo and the dwarves, the goblins sing this nasty ditty (words by JRRT):

And one of my favorite selections, the song sung by the Dwarves to Bilbo at the beginning, when they are explaining their mission to go back to Lonely Mountain and take back what is theirs:

Great stuff!

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Random Notes from Home

Daily life stuff….

:: I made pizza for dinner last night. Nothing fancy, just cheese, pepperoni, and sausage, but I made my crust and my sauce from scratch, so that’s something. It turned out really well, I thought. There’s something really satisfying about DIY pizza. Now to experiment with other crust recipes; the one I used is a basic crust from Cooking Light magazine.

:: I watched the last half hour or so of the 24 finale. Hmmmm. Spoiler thoughts (highlight to read):

Jack doesn’t even get to go to bed after his day? Now he’s on the run from both the US and the Russians? And at some point in the past he pissed off China, so where can he go? Canada?

And if the President is feeling that bad about Jack and what he’s been through, why doesn’t she pardon him before resigning her office?

And yes, I’ll totally see a 24 movie.

:: SamuraiFrog on the finale of LOST:

There are two kinds of people–those who loved the last episode of Lost, and those with no poetry in their souls.

I watched the finale (switching back and forth between it and the Celebrity Apprentice finale, which was so much filler that you could watch about eight minutes of the whole thing and catch it all), and I like to think that my soul’s got poetry a-plenty within it, and my reaction to the show was pretty much what my reaction to LOST has always been: Yeah, it’s a pretty show and it’s extremely well-made and Michael Giacchino can write some good music, but…that’s about it. Maybe I’m simply not attuned to the poetry in LOST, wherever it is, but the finale struck me as lots and lots of sentimental stuff, right down to the tearful reunion of man and dog, combined with lots of glowy stuff about death and Heaven. As a non-fan of the show I wasn’t looking for “the answers”, but the online commentary I’ve seen is pretty unanimous that the finale didn’t offer any.

So, basically, what seemed to wind up happening is LOST boiling down to “Our Town meets The Five People You Meet In Heaven meets The X-Files“. Whether they were dead the whole time or whether they were only dead in the parallel timeline doesn’t really matter, apparently, and the creators basically gave themselves the ultimate “out” in terms of explaining stuff: they can simply say, “Explanations, schmexplanations. It’s all religious allegory about death and the afterlife. We don’t need logic for that.” From the vantage point of someone outside the whole LOST phenomenon, it seems to me that what the producers did here was this close to being, if not actually being, an enormous deus ex machina ending. And not just the ending: the entirety of LOST is deus ex machina.

I’m wondering how this show and its ending are going to age, as the emotions of the journey fade and other memories come to the fore. It’ll be interesting.

:: In other teevee season finale news: CSI: Miami‘s finale was unbelievably silly; haven’t seen Grey’s Anatomy or Castle yet (in fact, we’re still eight or nine episodes behind on Castle, so we’ll have new teevee here at Casa Jaquandor for a while); I’m growing more and more weary of The Office and think the show should just end when Michael Scott leaves; The Mentalist needs to wrap up the not-that-interesting Red John storyline soon; and…that’s about it, I guess.

:: It’s really hot this week here in Buffalo. Mid-80s. The kind of weather that makes me irritable and cranky because it’s too unpleasant to go outside and do much of anything. I hate hot weather. This is July weather, and it’s the big reason why July (excepting the Fourth, which I adore) is my least favorite month. July weather in May? I really hope this is an aberration and not a harbinger of a July for the ages in these parts….

:: I’m closing in on finishing Super Mario Bros. on the Wii. I’m past the first “Boss” level in World Seven, so I have a couple of levels and then all of World Eight to go. Yay me! I had “reached” World Eight before, but that was with me doing a lot of playing doubles with The Kid, who has beaten the game multiple times now; basically she completed levels while I died a lot. Now I have a game that I’m playing myself. Fun stuff! (We need some more Wii games, though…maybe Mario Galaxy, Star Wars: The Force Unleashed, and one of those Lego games, like Indiana Jones.

:: The Daughter is now reading all of the Harry Potter books. She’s on Order of the Phoenix, although she keeps asking me what happens in Deathly Hallows. I refuse to tell her. We’ve watched the existing movies, so she’s still operating on certain assumptions as regarding Professor Snape. Heh! I, of course, refuse to confirm or deny.

That’s about it. More posting later, I hope!

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Quizzery

I saw this quiz split into two parts over at Sunday Stealing, so here it is stitched back together with baling wire.

1. What’s your favorite Dr. Seuss book?

Fox in Socks, I guess.

2. If you could live in any home on a television series, what would it be?

Serenity, on Firefly. (Yes, the ship is a home.)

3. What’s the longest you’ve gone without sleep?

Probably eighteen to twenty hours, tops. I never pulled an actual all-nighter in college, unless staying up until nearly 6:00 am counts. The Wife (then The Girlfriend) and I drove all night to move her stuff from Iowa to WNY back in 1994, but we took shifts sleeping.

4. What’s your favorite Barry Manilow song?

“I Write the Songs”. Seconded by “Copacabana”. It scares me to think that I actually have a favorite Barry Manilow song.

5. Who’s your favorite Muppet?

Animal. Or the stoner from “Mahna mahna”. Love those guys!

6. What’s the habit you’re proudest of breaking?

Hmmmmm…maybe my habit of not trying to write at least a line or two every day? Not that it’s helping out much, but still….

7. What’s your favorite website?

This one, duh!

8. What’s your favorite school supply?

Pens. Nice pens. Fountain pens, actually. I have about fifteen cool fountain pens. I don’t use ’em enough, but fountain pens are all kinds of cool.

9. Who’s your favorite TV attorney?

The guy who defends James T. Kirk in the original Star Trek episode “Court Martial”. It’s a really cool episode, even if the ending is a bit contrived.

10. What was your most recent trip of more than 50 miles?

Going to Pittsburgh on Easter weekend.

11. What’s the best bargain you’ve ever found at a garage sale or junk shop?

Hmmmmm. “Bargain” in this sense seems to me to indicate something you really wanted and got cheaply, as opposed to price versus actual value. When garage-saleing a few years ago, I picked up a lovely serving plate and matching serving bowl that have a lovely pattern: black rim with a single pink blossom on one side. It looks quite Asian to my eye.

The Library Book Sales always thrill, too; I document these each time I go (they’re quarterly — in fact, the next is coming up in a couple of weeks). There was one where it turned out someone had unloaded a large cache of old science fiction stuff. That one resulted in a full box!

12. Where were you on September 11, 2001?

I was on my way to work when the planes hit. When I got in my car, the first had already struck and no one was sure if this was an attack or something horrible gone awry on a plane. In fact, I first heard “a plane crashed into the WTC” and I thought that some idiot in a Cessna had screwed up. I was in the drive-through at Tim Horton’s, picking up a bagel, when the second plane hit. My immediate thought was one of utter confusion: “How does this happen twice? Was this…oh my God, this was intentional.”

When I got to work, the radio was already on and everyone was shocked. A while later the third plane hit the Pentagon. The next few hours were as surreal a day as I’ve ever spent in a job. There were radio reports of several more missing planes; then one plane; then a plane that the USAF had shot down. At one point a report came through of a car bomb detonating outside the State Department in Washington, DC. And in the midst of all that, the most horrific announcement of all: the first of the two towers of the WTC had collapsed.

The vagaries of that job — telesales, calling pharmacies to sell generic liquid medications — never seemed more unimportant than on that day. Which was sad, because I remember having a really good sales day that day. I found it awfully hard to give a crap, though.

At some point on that day, I scrawled out “9-11-01 Remember” on a post-it note and stuck it to my computer. I still have that post-it note in my stuff, somewhere ’round here, along with the copy of the Buffalo News I bought the next day. I made sure to keep that post-it when I cleaned out my desk on firing day.

13. What’s your favorite tree?

When we moved into our house in 1981, which is the house my parents still live in, the house sat on a very large parcel of land that had no trees on it. None. There was a tree line/hedge row on one side of the land, and on the other, but there were no trees whatsoever anywhere near the house. My parents spent a lot of effort (and, I expect, money) over the next couple of years buying trees and planting them. There is now an enormous weeping willow in the front yard, some impressively tall pines, and one pine that I asked for when we stopped at a garden center just a few months in. We planted that tree outside my bedroom window, where it grows still. That tree is now so big that it actually had to be cut back so my parents could use their front door to, you know, get in and out of the house! That tree is awesome, man.

There’s also a wonderful tree down the road from their house that isn’t particularly unique in itself, but it’s by itself in someone’s yard and every fall its leaves turn a spectacular red that makes it look from afar like the entire tree is aflame.

14. What’s the most interesting biography you’ve read?

I should read more biographies…but Jacques Barzun’s bio of Hector Berlioz is an amazing read.

15. What do you order when you eat Chinese food?

As much as I adore Chinese food and love many dishes…I tend to default to General Tso’s. Or I’ll get Sesame chicken, which is just General Tso’s without the chili peppers and with sesame seeds tossed on. Once in a while, Kung Pao. But hey! Last time out, I got pepper steak!

I should get Mu Shu Pork one of these days. It just tends to be very messy, though.

16. What’s the best costume you’ve ever worn?

My mother made me a Captain Marvel suit when I was in kindergarten and was enthralled with All Things SHAZAM!.

More creatively, in college, there was a party one night in the music department which was themed “Dress as your favorite musician”. So I, having been told that I looked like our school’s oboe teacher, threw on what he usually wore — a tie-less shirt, blazer, and five-o’clock shadow — and went as him. Got rave reviews. I wonder if anyone ever told him about that?

17. What’s your least favorite word?

For some weird reason, about ten years ago, all of a sudden everybody was using the word “copacetic”. And hey, if someone tells me my work is copacetic, great and thanks and all, but the word itself just sounds like an unpleasant medical condition.

“Will he live, Doctor?”

“I don’t know, Agnes. He’s gone…copacetic.”

18. If you had to be named after one of the 50 states, which would it be?

I’d want to be Even Newer York.

For some reason, I’ve always remembered this: an episode of The Dukes of Hazzard where the villain was a femme fatale of sorts named Alabama. And the show’s narrator sagely informed us: “You should never trust a woman named after a state.” I think of that every time I meet some poor kid named Dakota.

19. Who’s your favorite bear?

The grizzly that stalks Tristan Ludlow (Brad Pitt) throughout the 70+ years of his life in Legends of the Fall. That’s some bear.

20. Describe something that’s happened to you for which you have no explanation.

You’re reading this blog! Don’t you have anything better to do?

21. If you could travel anywhere in Africa, where would it be?

I’d love to see the Pyramids in Egypt. And I’d love to see how many hours it would take me to work up the guts to jump into Devil’s Pool.

22. What did you have for lunch yesterday?

Leftover tacos from a couple of nights before.

23. Where do you go for advice?

Depends. Sometimes I post a question on Facebook or here. Or I ask someone in person, usually at work, whom I know to be knowledgeable in the area I’m looking for. Or I type a question into Google. Or I just plow on ahead and try to come up with my own answer.

24. Which do you use more often, the dictionary or the thesaurus?

Dictionary, mainly for spelling. I don’t use the thesaurus all that often, but when I need it, it’s invaluable.

25. Have you ever been snorkeling? Scuba diving?

Snorkeling, but only in a synthetic reef thing at Disney World. I had a good time, but The Wife did not. She kicked with her feet and struck a piece of fake coral, ripping the toenail out of her big toe. This was Day Two of our vacation. I spent the rest of it pushing her around in a wheelchair at the Disney parks. But at least we didn’t have to wait in line for rides.

26. Have you ever been stung by a bee?

Sure. Hasn’t everybody?

27. What’s the sickest you’ve ever been?

Had the flu in late 1996. That’s the only time I have ever called off work because I was sick. It came and went fairly quickly, but man, was that ever unpleasant.

28. What’s your favorite form of exercise?

Walking/hiking, and bicycling.

29. What’s your favorite Cyndi Lauper song?

“Time After Time”.

30. What did you do for your 13th birthday?

I have no idea whatsoever.

31. Are you afraid of heights?

Not especially, although in some contexts I’d probably be freaked out. I’d love to go in Toronto’s CN Tower and stand on the glass floor. I’m not sure I’d ever voluntarily jump out of a perfectly good airplane that wasn’t in the process of spiraling downward toward its doom.

32. Have you ever taken dance lessons?

No. I wouldn’t mind. Dancing looks fun.

33. What’s your favorite newspaper?

By default, since it’s the only one I read with any regularity, the Buffalo News.

34. What’s your favorite Broadway / West End musical?

Without ever having seen it, Les Miserables.

35. What’s the most memorable class you’ve ever taken?

Oh, wow. I’ve taken a lot of great classes. Oriental Thought. Philosophy of Religion. Epistemology. Foundations of Science. Shakespeare. Poli Sci 101.

36. What’s your favorite knock-knock joke?

OK, I don’t really know any offhand, so I’m going to Google some and pick the one I like best. Hang out here a moment….

[insert filler music]

All right, here it is:

Knock knock
Who’s there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Knock knock
Who’s there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Knock knock
Who’s there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange you glad I didn’t say banana ?

I suppose it’s true, then: “Knock Knock” jokes, without exception, suck.

37. What’s your least favorite commercial?

Those of you who don’t live in the Buffalo Niagara region won’t have been tormented with these ads. I won’t soil my beautiful, beautiful blog by embedding the video, so, if you must — and I can’t urge you strongly enough not to — well, watch. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

38. If you could go to Disney World with any celebrity alive today, who would it be?

Sarah Palin. So I could chain her to one of the “It’s A Small World” boats and make her ride it for the rest of her life.

39. Do you prefer baths or showers?

Showers. Hot tubs are nifty, though.

40. What’s your favourite newspaper comic strip?

Get Fuzzy. I read that and Pearls Before Swine daily. (OK, I also read Funky Winkerbean, but I read that one more for the slow-motion-car-wreck thing it has going on these days.)

41. What’s your favorite breakfast food?

Waffles! Or pancakes. French toast is acceptable. And sometimes you just want a nice omelet. But mainly, waffles.

42. Who’s your favarite game show host?

Phil Keoghan of The Amazing Race. I also never really appreciated Survivor‘s Jeff Probst until just this recently concluded season; he’s always seemed OK and workmanlike, but he really is quite perceptive about stuff, and in the live finale, he did a really good job with the interviews, forcing answers to questions and deflecting some of Russell’s nonsensical replies.

Of game show hosts of the more traditional sort, I always enjoyed Bob Barker.

43. If you could have a super power, what would it be?

Flight. But Superman-style flight, not something like Angel of the X-Men. No big-ass wings for me!

44. Do you like guacamole?

It’s OK. I’m not a huge fan, but I don’t dislike it, either.

45. Have you ever been in a food fight?

Nope, unless being an occasional target for edible missiles counts.

46. Name five songs to which you know all the lyrics.

“Every Which Way But Loose” (Eddie Rabbitt); “Love’s Been Good to Me” (Rod McKuen); “Hey Jude” (some poof from Liverpool);

47. What’s your favorite infomercial?

I never, ever, ever watch informercials. Ever. I really don’t like them at all.

48. What’s the longest you’ve ever waited in line?

Hmmmm…I don’t remember, really. Probably some line for a popular ride at an amusement park. Those can be ridiculously long.

49. What’s on the cover of your address book or day planner?

Nothing. It’s a small checkbook-sized thing in a checkbook-like cover. I got it for two bucks somewhere, intending to actually use it for once.

And yet, I don’t.

50. Have you ever taken a picture in one of those little booths?

Nope. Sounds fun, though!

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Sentential Links #207

Linkage!

:: As a kid, I had no clue whatsoever what the song was about–I only thought the whole “Skyrockets in flight” thing was cool, being nuts for fireworks, never stopping to consider the impossibility of enjoying the visual spectacle during a sunlit afternoon. Now, 35 years older and wiser, I totally get it that the whole “skyrockets” thing is one o’ them there metaphors. Deep thinkers, those Starland Vocal Banders. (Yup! Loved the song as a kid, because I had zero idea what an ‘afternoon delight’ was. Just a neat song. Then I went about twenty years without hearing it, until it turned up on a 1970s compilation CD that I bought in 1995 or so for some other song. I played “Afternoon Delight” and got one or two verses in before I realized, “Hey! This song is about Teh Sex!”)

:: It’s simple really. A plane crashed and a group of strangers who really know each other but don’t is stranded on this mysterious island inhabited by polar bears, a smoke monster, residential tract homes, a hatch, a group called “the Others”, giant foot statue, clipper ship and a plane in trees, temple, force fields, a lighthouse, golden pond, a hydrogen bomb, and this great little cove for fishing. (I’ve been kind of vexed by LOST — I’ve had the feeling that I should like it, but when I’ve tried it, my reaction has invariably been “Meh”. I watched the first five or six episodes of the first season, and then I bailed out when I decided that I just wasn’t interested enough to keep watching. I tried again several times over the next few years, when they’d have recaps followed by season premieres, but it never took. I don’t know. I hope the fans had fun with their finale, though.)

:: What is most surprising about the film is that it is anything but the convention breaker many made it out to be, solely because of the homosexual slant. In essence it’s a very conventional romance, whose narrative, through gripping, offers few surprises.

:: Pac-Man, on the other hand, was simply a ubiquitous part of the background noise of my early adolescence. A very pleasant noise, to be sure… the opening theme song and the pathetic little “zoink-zoink” sound when ol’ Packy gets eaten can still bring a smile to my face. But I can’t remember the first time I saw or played the game; it seems like all of a sudden, it was just all over the place, appearing fully grown overnight like dandelions on the front lawn. And it still is all over, if you’re paying attention. Arcades have gone away and cabinet-style coin-op games are pretty rare in general, but if you encounter a vintage game out there somewhere, odds are good that it’s going to be a Pac-Man… or at least one of those combo units that have several classic games in one cabinet, and Pac-Man is always an option in those. The longevity of the cute little yellow mouth and the pop-eyed ghosts who are his mortal enemies is nothing less than astounding. (Wow, do I ever remember the Pac-man craze…but really, Ms. Pac-man was such a superior game, with its different mazes and whatnot. I miss arcades, to be honest….)

:: It is a day we will never forget as long as we live…. Richard and I were living in Portland, Oregon on this day and would stay another 4 years…but this day was one that would rattle us both with excitement, fear and awe forever! (Wow…someone else who lived in Portland at the time of the eruption. What an amazing day May 18 was.)

:: Oh, Funky Winkerbean, I’m glad you’ve finally decided to give in and just embrace emotional devastation as the engine for all your drama.

:: Howabout we have everyone remind each other about how he saved the world over and over and over again! The more they talk about how great he is, the more it reminds us that we haven’t seen any actual evidence of that supposed greatness, and the more hollow and useless he seems. Until at the end, we get a funeral scene filled with characters telling us how much he changed their lives forever with his brilliance and awesomeness…only to never ever ever mention him again the second the dirt is heaped on his grave. (Wow. One question, though — who is ‘The Sentry’?)

More next week!

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