“Gentlemen, it has been a privilege playing with you tonight.”

When World War I broke out, the French military issued summonses to compulsory military service. One young man, a cellist named Roger Bricoux, did not report for duty, and was listed as a deserter. It turned out that he had a good excuse for not reporting. He had died two years earlier as one of the bandsmen on the doomed ocean liner RMS Titanic.

I expect to see a lot of books and memorabilia over the next eight months or so as we approach the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic, on April 15. I just read one new book on the ship, The Band That Played On: The Extraordinary Story of the 8 Musicians Who Went Down with the Titanic, by Steve Turner.

There’s nothing terribly earth-shaking here, really — it’s just a good personal narrative of a specific set of persons who perished on the ship, providing background to one of the most famous facets of the disaster, namely, the ship’s band that went on deck and played almost, if not right up to, the very end. This is not a book for the forensics of why the ship went down, nor is it a “big picture” history, which I think is all to the good. Turner provides a nicely honed portrait of the kind of men who took up their instruments one last time as death confronted them.

As with any such narrative, there are things to learn that I never knew before. The musicians were all contracted by a single firm that pretty much handled all of the musical needs of Britain’s great cruise ships of the period, and the fellows in charge of this firm — brothers Charles William and Frederick Nixon Black — really don’t come off as having been nice fellows at all. Apparently musicians were charged for their tailoring needs on their on-board uniforms, and after the sinking, one of the musicians was still in arrears on his tailoring account, so the Blacks actually sent a bill to the poor fellow’s father.

Turner doesn’t just stop with the musicians and their deaths; he spends time at the end of the book describing what became of the families of the musicians as well (some of whom fared very poorly indeed), and he speculates on the possibility that an old violin may actually be the instrument Wallace Hartley — violinist and band leader — was playing on the voyage and the night in question. And yes, the question of what the actual final tune played that night — “Nearer My God To Thee” or “Autumn” — is dealt with.

This is an interesting read. Recommended.

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Answers, the fourth!

Continuing with answers to queries posed as part of Ask Me Anything! August 2011. I have a regular reader who occasionally corresponds by e-mail, and here are the questions this reader has posed:

I’m on vacation right now, so: what’s your dream vacation? What’s the best (real) vacation you’ve been on? How much vacation do you get in a year and how do you like to spit it up (or do you like to do it all at one time)?

My dream vacation would involve all-expenses paid to…someplace. Anyplace. Could be Disneyworld. Could be Portland/Seattle. Could be London. A cruise to Alaska. I don’t have a great deal of traveling wanderlust, but I wouldn’t mind being able to do any of those someday.

“Real” vacations I’ve been on? My honeymoon is probably the best, I figure — we spent a couple of days on Cape Cod, a couple in downtown Boston, and then we drove home via New Hampshire, Vermont, and the upper part of New York. By the end we were getting tired and money was getting low, so we came a fairly direct route. We should have done some Adirondack exploring, though.

For our first anniversary we went to DisneyWorld, which was great, except for The Wife having an accident that involved ripping out a big chunk of the nail on her big toe. I spent the rest of that vacation pushing her around in a wheelchair. (Which was actually kind of nice, in that it got us past queues for the rides, but in another way, that kind of sucked, because Disney puts a lot of thought into its ride-queue areas.)

And then, there was our trip to the Jersey coast just last month. (Huh…did I never really blog about that? Weird…photos here, with commentary within.) That was a fantastic time.

Mostly, though, when we take trips, they’re day trips or overnighters someplace. I don’t get a lot of paid time off, unfortunately, so when I want to take a few days off, I have to plan ahead and budget for it. The last couple of years we’ve gone to Pittsburgh in the spring — this coming spring, we may go back to Toronto for the first time in over five years, which is just a stupid amount of time to let lapse between Toronto visits — and each fall lately, The Wife and I have traveled together to the Apple Festival in Ithaca. Those little trips mean the most to me, really — opportunities to go someplace and spend time with The Wife, finding nifty places to shop, and so on.

Also, I started showing my son (who is 16 now) the BBC Sherlock Holmes series with Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes. I think they’re very well done, but I haven’t seen many other productions. What have you seen, if any and what do your recommend? (Or do you not like Sherlock Holmes stories much?) I saw a trailer for a new Sherlock Holmes movie that looked more action-adventure than I remember the stories being — would you be interested in seeing it?

Ohhh, such a finely-crafted question…and I have to offer a really lame answer! I’m terribly lax in my exposure to Mr. Holmes. I’ve only read a few of Arthur Conan Doyle’s original stories, and I’ve read a few of the many “extended universe” (for lack of a better term) works that have appeared over the century-plus since Holmes first appeared. As for movies, I know very, very little. I’ve seen a couple of the ones Basil Rathbone made, and they are terrific. The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes (with Jeremy Brett playing the good detective) is good, and I greatly enjoyed Young Sherlock Holmes, even if it is more an adventure flick than a Holmes detective story. I haven’t seen Robert Downey Jr.’s recent film (whose sequel is coming out at some point in the near future), and it definitely looks like more of an action take on Holmes than anything else. I’ve heard that the first one is fun, and I’ve also heard that it’s a waste of time. I’ll probably find out, sometime. But yes, I do need to read more Holmes in the first place!

By the way, if you really want to get into some interesting stuff, track down a copy of Shadows Over Baker Street, an anthology of Holmes/Cthulhu mash-up stories. Fun stuff!

How many books do you acquire in one year, do you think? (I fear library book sales and the like; a good cause and cheap books are a recipe for a house stuffed to the rafters with books.)

I’m really scared to speculate on this. Via the quarterly library book sales, I probably pick up fifty books a year alone. Via other venues, probably around twenty or thirty a year. It’s bad. Next time we move, it better be local because The Wife is going to kill me if we have to rent two trucks.

More to come!

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Dispatches from the Fair

Midway at Dusk

A few weeks ago, The Family Unit and I made our annual trek to the Erie County Fair, where the usual good time was had by all. (Except for that one guy, who didn’t seem to be having a good time at all. Oh well!) Here’s some pictorial documentation of our day!

(Below the fold, of course.)

Let’s talk fair food first, get it out of the way. Our first order of business at the Fair is always lunch, which means one thing: finding the corn dog place. The corn dog place we usually like has been moved from its usual spot, so we tried another.

Corn dog #1. Meh.

This one was OK, but it didn’t really hit the Corn Dog Sweet Spot, as it were, so we found another place, where the corn dogs are made with Sahlen’s dogs, and they are hand-dipped and fried to order. This is corn dog freshness!

Corndog

(By the way, God knows that I will make fun of Republicans for just about any reason, but I will not make fun of their corn dog consumption methods. So go ahead, Governor Perry and Congresslunatic Bachmann, deep-throat those corn dogs to your hearts’ contents!)

At dinner, The Daughter insists on pizza.

Die pizza slice DIE DIE DIE!!!

I think she does that so she can eat her pizza, and then nag The Wife and I for bites from our Chiavetta’s chicken dinners.

Chiavetta's

I wish the Chiavetta’s people would serve the butter at least a little softened; I think they keep it frozen up until the moment they plunk it on your plate. But oh well.

I didn’t do a whole lot of Fud Photography, since a lot of what we ate was the same as what we eat every year: roasted nuts, kettle corn, a big selection of jerky, fried dough, ice cream, milk shakes, et cetera. There was something new that we tried, an arepa, which was basically a grilled-cheese sandwich made on cornbread. The cornbread was really moist and had nice, big corn kernels in it. The thing looked fantastic:

Arepas: grilled cheese on cornbread.

Flavor-wise, though, I was a bit disappointed — it was awfully bland as served. They used mozzarella cheese, which was really mild; a spicier cheese, or some kind of spicy meat or vegetable, would have helped a lot. I had to put a liberal amount of hot sauce on the thing to really make it taste good. I love the idea, but it needs reworking before next year if I’m to have one again. (Oh, and those things hold heat like few foods I’ve ever known. The thing was too hot to bite without searing pain for almost five minutes!)

By way of walking around seeing stuff, we love the Creative Arts exhibits, as usual — and they are in a different spot now, which is actually quite nice. There were wonderful quilts…

Quilt I

…and needlepoint nudes…

Needlepoint Nude

…and creative diaramas.

Desert Diarama

And there were animals, as always! Llamas…

Llamas

…and chickens…

That's some chicken!

…and horses on parade.

Horses I

There was a guy rolling around on a wacky wheel, calling himself the Wacky Wheeler.

Wacky Wheeler

Wacky Wheel, again

We stopped in the Antique Mall, a smaller version of one of our favorite local retail establishments, the Orchard Park Antique Mall. Ever since the Fair, I have been kicking myself for not buying this:

I should have bought this. Kicking myself ever since.

No, I don’t like the Alien movies, but that little guy is just so many kinds of awesome! I’ll keep an eye out for him at the main Mall now that the Fair has ended.

Then, to the Midway for rides and whatnot, as the moon rose.

Moon over the Midway

The Lights

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There’s a ride that apparently has a “spaceship” theme, hence the presence of Darth Vader on its side!

And now, for no real reason, here's Darth Vader.

And this amused me greatly. One of my favorite rides to watch is “Enterprise”, which is a Star Trek themed ride that can’t call itself a Star Trek ride — it just always has Star Trek artwork. Here’s the ride in years gone by:

Gotta love carney rides!

Note Kirk’s enormous chin! And either they’ve omitted McCoy and put Scotty up there, or they’ve put McCoy in the wrong color shirt.

Well, now that Trek has been rebooted, it’s time to reboot the “Enterprise” ride, too! Here’s how it looks now:

Mixing Mythologies on the Midway

You’ve got Chris Pine as Kirk, and I suppose that’s Zachary Quinto as spock, way over on the left. Spock is right next to…wait a minute! That’s Padme as she looked at the end of the Battle of Geonosis in Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones! And…the Alien from Alien, hanging there! And what’s with the pair of cat’s eyes hovering over the Earth? Now there’s some gonzo stuff, right there. God, I love that ride. If only I wasn’t sure that the act of riding it would make me hurl.

Our day at The Fair wasn’t totally inclusive of everything we wanted to do. When we were walking the animal barns, the sheep and the cattle were closed, because their respective judging shows were going on right then, so we missed out, unfortunately. I continue to hope each year for a cold front to come through and make the day we go to the Fair cool enough to wear overalls — if ever an event screams out for overalls, it’s the Fair — but no, it was its usual “pleasantly hot”. And The Daughter had gone in, hoping to purchase a hermit crab from a dealer who had been there in years past. No dice this time, unfortunately. No hermit crab…that day. But that’s a post for another time.

See you next year, County Fair!

(My complete Fair photo set is here.)

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Sentential Links #258

Linkage….

:: Strangely, despite the potential for lowered self-esteem, rude customers, and insane managers, I take pleasure in the job. I like eating delicious food and I enjoy assisting other people in this pursuit. Unlike offices, which force me to sit down and keep to myself, service is an ongoing chapter from Harriet the Spy. I have season tickets to first dates, breakups, and wedding engagements and I have become great friends with TV writers, professional body builders, and heirs to steakhouse fortunes.

:: If the New Braunfels city council is meeting, rest assured they’re going to pass some damn fool stupid ordinance regarding the Comal River in the face of massive popular opposition. It’d be funny if it weren’t so predictable. (I don’t live anywhere near New Braunfels — or even Texas, come to that — but this is a model post for those blogging about local policy issues wherever they might be. This is how it’s done, folks. If a post is so clear that I can understand the issues despite never having set foot in the town in question, then it’s going to be clear-as-the-clearest-crystal to those actually affected by those issues.)

:: I held my breath. We all just kept gasping and clutching each other. We sat on the sea wall and watched. I swear to God – that ocean was alive. And it was the most beautiful thing in nature I have ever witnessed.

:: Anybody can pull off a sexy witch or pirate maid, but it takes real panache to make a convincing Princess Leia.

:: OBVIOUSLY there’s no child’s suffering that delights me so much as a Keane Kid’s suffering, and so I’m overjoyed to see Billy’s comically overwrought expression of crushing despair as his mother drapes that suit jacket over his shoulders. It’s as if he’s won the Masters, only instead of a green jacket he’s getting a blue jacket, and instead of winning the Masters he’s going to be executed wearing a blue jacket.

:: I’m pretty sure it’s not a good sign when your team’s best player is your punter. (Heh. Reminds me of a time in college when my roommate, a Vikings fan, had to be away on Sunday on some function, so I taped a godawful game for him. When he got home to watch the tape, I told him, “Well, one of the Vikes’ players had a career day. Bad news is, it was the punter.”)

All for this week. More next week!

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The deck chairs are in order, Captain Smith.

Did you know that, even as NASA has ended the space shuttle program with no replacement and no real direction for future space policy, we’ve made it illegal for NASA to enter into cooperative space projects with China? I didn’t, either.

It’s one thing to mistakenly pursue bad policy on the belief that it’s good policy, but I’m really starting to think that our country is deliberately opting for bad policy whenever possible. These are truly amazing times to be alive, and I don’t entirely mean that in a good way.

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“Dead or alive, you’re coming with me.”

Robocop the romance novel

I swear, I have no idea why Robocop is riding a unicorn. No idea at all. But anyway:

Funny story about the first time I saw Robocop: I watched it on VHS with my parents because a coworker of my father’s told him how good it was. I found that highly amusing, because from what I knew of Robocop, I knew that my father was exceedingly unlikely to enjoy it much at all. I have never known my father to have the least inclination toward science fiction in any way, and he’s not terribly big on violence. And back then, I seem to recall he didn’t much care for use of the word ‘F***’ in his movies. Robocop had three strikes against it, going in, and no, it didn’t recover. Not his cup of tea at all. But I liked it.

The movie was a staple of our action-movie watching in college, but since then, I hadn’t watched Robocop in a really long time (I don’t honestly know if I’ve ever watched it in its entirety, uncut, since college), until the other day I saw it streaming on Netflix, so I decided to watch a little bit of it. Which turned into the whole thing. Go figure. Only problem was that I was doing this on a whim and I’d already had an afternoon snack, so I didn’t make popcorn. And really, Robocop is one of the popcorniest movies ever made.

So I’ve always liked Robocop. The sequel was meh, but the original has always been a good flick. However, in my head I’ve always kind of viewed Robocop as a prep film for some of the better stuff director Paul Verhoeven would do later on — Total Recall, Starship Troopers. I remember Robocop being perfectly good, but not extraordinary. Turns out that Robocop is a lot better than I recall.

The story is, I assume, familiar to anyone who is still reading this post. At some point in the future, things in Detroit have become so bad that the police force has been privatized by a company called OCP, which is looking for new, technological approaches to law enforcement. The first such approach involves big robots called ED-209’s, which turn out to be a bit…overzealous. (During a demonstration at a board meeting, the ED-209 machine-guns a young executive to death, leading the CEO to do a facepalm as this young fellow’s corpse is oozing blood from a hundred bullet holes all over the boardroom floor.) Enter another young up-and-coming executive, who wants to show up the guy whose pet project just splattered some guy’s guts all over the board room. His notion is to turn a cop who has been fatally wounded into a robotic police officer.

He almost immediately gets his wish, when our hero, Officer Murphy (Peter Weller), is brutally shot a number of times by a very bad man named Boddicker (Kurtwood Smith) and then left for dead. Murphy is somehow ‘saved’ by doctors, but when he ‘awakens’, he has been turned into a robot. Robocop.

Now, why they need a human for this is never really explained, since the idea is basically the same as ED-209 – turn police work over to a robot. Presumably ‘Robocop’ is better because of the addition of human instincts and thought patterns, but without memories, which have been wiped clean. Nothing of Murphy remains inside Robocop.

Except, well, turns out that quite of Murphy actually is knocking around in there, and as the rest of the movie goes on, Robocop tries to put together who he really is all the while trying to capture the bad guys, who have powerful allies in OCP itself. Much mayhem ensues, with Verhoeven establishing his reputation in this movie as a fairly creative director of gore-filled action.

I was struck this time, after not having seen the movie in so long, by the pacing. In the first place, Robocop just doesn’t waste any time at all. We meet Murphy in the first five minutes, and he’s been fatally mutilated and wounded about ten minutes later after an action sequence. We’re told almost nothing about him – he has a wife and kid, he started twirling his pistol before holstering it because his son saw a guy do it on teevee – and yet, the film somehow is able to make us think we know more about him than we do. Since we know so very little about Murphy, Robocop’s frustration as he tries to recover his memories is all the more engaging. It’s a brilliant device, and in a lesser movie, there would be about fifteen minutes of stuff letting us “get to know” Murphy before his killing. We don’t really feel a sense of loss until Robocop himself feels a sense of loss.

The pacing also keeps the film focused on events and actions, and only in passing mentions the various moral issues behind its story. Verhoeven’s suspicions of corporate capitalism are clear, but there are no big speeches about it in Robocop, just rapid-fire angry conversations between rival executives. (“Who cares if it works? Military contracts! Selling spare parts for twenty years!”) The Robocop seems cool in itself, and it’s chilling in retrospect that no one ever questions the morality of a project that is just waiting for some poor cop to get killed in the line…and worse than that is the fact that OCP has maneuvered cops around in order to ensure that one of them will get killed in the line, sooner rather than later. Risks and personality assessments are cited as methods for determining where to put the cops who may die, but again, in keeping with the film generally keeping us in the dark with respect to Murphy, we are not told exactly what it is about Murphy that makes OCP determine that he’s likely to get killed in his new assignment.

In terms of design, Robocop himself is iconic, with his helmet that conceals everything except his jaw. I always find this a bit interesting – why not just cover his entire face? Of course, it’s because we need some reason to still see him as a human being, and for most of the time he’s onscreen, that jaw is it. He doesn’t do much of anything else with his mouth except speak, leaving Robocop to show his growing frustration mainly through body language, such as when he is exploring his old house and experiencing bits of old memory and puts his fist through the teevee screen realtor.

We do get to look at Robocop without his helmet late in the film, and it’s not the prettiest sight, but that’s when we really know that Murphy-the-person really is inside there, and he hasn’t been entirely erased. There’s a moment prior to that, though, that hints that this is the case. It’s blink-and-you-miss-it stuff: when the bad guy sics ED-209 on him, Robocop’s visor is broken in a couple of places, and Verhoeven throws in a couple of quick closeups of his fear-filled eyes. It’s enormously effective, and it really cements Robocop as a character in this movie, as opposed to…well, whatever he’d be otherwise. A prop, perhaps.

Robocop‘s prognostications of the future are mainly hit-or-miss. The world of the “clean future” is one of antiseptic concrete; wood and metal are mainly used to depict Old Detroit, the run-down place where chaos still reigns. There are newscasts which give a bit of “future news”, telling us a bit of what’s going on in the world. I’m not sure why they bothered; none of this really adds much to the film, except for the bits that deal specifically with Detroit, and in any case, the prognostications seem to take the various strifes of the 1980s and project them forward forty years or so. Thus we have wars in South Africa and Central America.

I also am of mixed mind on how the movie ends: Robocop dispatches the main bad guy, there are about two lines of dialogue, and then, smash cut to credits. I always find the ending vaguely unsatisfying – but then, I’m not entirely sure how to better wrap things up. The film certainly leaves open a lot to be explored in possible sequels, particularly, Robocop’s explorations of whether he’s a person or not. It’s too bad only one relatively lackluster sequel was made.

Basil Poledouris’s score is a highly-regarded piece of SF-action film music, and deservedly so; it’s appropriately futuristic sounding without being otherworldly. I realized that the main theme, the Robocop theme, isn’t heard until we’ve first met Robocop and he’s gone out onto the street to do cop stuff. Of course, that main theme is one of the great earworms of film music history. Just try watching this movie and then not end up humming that tune for days.

It’s too bad that Robocop didn’t lead to anything more than what it already is, but one good film is more than a lot of franchises get, right?

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Sunday Burst of Weird and AWESOME!

Oddities and Awesome abound!

:: Brilliantly sarcastic replies to completely well-meaning signs. Some of these are actually not that funny at all, but those that are, are worth scrolling past the ones that aren’t.

:: This comic is in Korean, but you don’t have to read Korean to get the gist of what’s going on. Be warned: this is unnerving. It certainly got under my skin.

:: Happy Belated Birthday, Sir Connery!

More next week!

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