And it even ran on time!

Medina Railroad at Dusk I

This past weekend the family and I journeyed to the lovely-appearing town of Medina (about forty miles or so due east of Niagara Falls), to tour the Medina Railroad Museum, which is exactly what it says it is: a museum dedicated to the history of freight railroads in the region. It’s a converted rail depot and train station, right in the middle of the village, and the inside is huge and extensive, with the walls of the depot absolutely loaded with rail artifacts and memorabilia, and the center of the depot dominated by the biggest single model railroad layout I’ve ever seen. This layout involves a lot of trains that move through a large series of different topographical tableaus; there are ore trains moving through the mountains, passenger trains moving through a city, long bridges over deep valleys, and all the usual model railroad stuff. There are also displays of railroads from earlier times: steam locomotives and one very tiny Victorian train that went in its own little circle.

And tucked away in one corner, easy to miss, was a little Civil War battlefield, with the Blue and the Grey facing each other across the lines, and one group nearby that had dynamited the nearby train tracks. The detail was amazing.

After the tour of the museum, we boarded the Medina Scenic Railroad for one of those half-hour out, half-hour back excursions through old corn fields, through the towns along the old freight route, and along the Erie Canal. What struck me was the old industrial infrastructure of all those old little towns, where each town had its own factory once upon a time that made something or other; those factories’ ruins are built right up to the tracks for onetime loading and unloading of freight. Now no one sees those loading docks except for the passengers on that scenic railroad. Alas.

I’ve always loved trains, and I wish train travel in this country was cheaper and more prevalent. It just strikes me as more civilized than flight. You really feel like you’re going somewhere when you can watch the ground going by and the towns sliding past.

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Scrubbing back in….

Scrubs returns to the air tonight, but it will look significantly different than it did in its previous eight seasons: only three of the old cast regulars will be regulars on the new season (Turk, Dr. Cox, and the new intern last year dubbed ‘Jo’ by JD). Joining them will be a new cast, but other old regulars will apparently turn up in guest shots throughout the season. In addition, the show’s setting is changed, from Sacred Heart Hospital to a medical school where Turk and Cox are, I presume, teaching.

Has there ever been a show that returned but with a shell of its original cast and in a completely new setting? I don’t remember one…and the closest analog I can come up with is the M*A*S*H follow-up spinoff, AfterM*A*S*H. I’ll give the revamped Scrubs a shot, but…I don’t know. We’ll see how this goes….

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Your Daily Dose of Christmas

Kicking off a new feature that will run for the next twenty-five days or so: a daily video or music clip related to Christmas. So let’s kick things off with the incredibly gooey and silly song from Love Actually. Here’s “Christmas is All Around”, sung by the wonderful Bill Nighy in the actual music video they shot for the movie (obviously an homage to Robert Palmer).

So if you really love Christmas, c’mon and let it snow!

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Graphically Reading

Time to catch up on a few graphic novel titles I’ve read recently:

:: Water Baby by Ross Campbell is a different kind of story, certainly. I didn’t much enjoy it, but it’s OK. A female surfer named Brody loses half of her leg to a shark attack while surfing, which leads to some kind of existential crisis involving her ex-boyfriend who shows up after an absence, her best friend who seems to have some homosexual tendencies. The three fall in together, alternating between getting along and not getting along, and then they embark on a road trip. The book ends when the road trip ends. I’d say more, but there’s really not much more to say about the story than that. This is the kind of character study piece where the point is to spend some time with some characters, rather than paying a great deal of attention to what happens to them. (Aside from the shark attack, of course.) The book is aimed at teen readers. I found it mildly interesting, if rather short and slight. The book suggests some interesting things regarding Brody’s psychology after she loses the ability to surf, but nothing much is made of it.

:: House, by Josh Simmons, tells the tale of a young man who is backpacking through the countryside when he comes across an enormous dilapidated mansion and two women sitting outside, who are also backpacking. They go inside, and haunted-house type stuff ensues. This book’s art is very compelling – the atmosphere reminds me a bit of Edward Gorey’s work, although it is at times hard to figure out exactly what’s going on, and this is important because the book is all art and no dialogue. Not a single speech-bubble to be found here – the entire story is conveyed through pictures alone. That said, I read this in about twenty minutes.

:: Madame Xanadu tells the backstory of a character who has apparently been in the backgrounds of the DC Comics universe for years now. I’d never heard of Madame Xanadu before I saw this book on the shelf at the library, but you’ve always got to start somewhere. Madame Xanadu turns out to be a magician who has lived for many centuries, and whose adventures have taken her from the tutelage of Merlin to the palace of Kublai Khan to the court of Marie Antoinette and to other places. All throughout these journeys, she finds herself struggling against the forces of history, which are personified in a man she knows only as “The Stranger”, who is everywhere she goes and whose presence she finds both maddening and intoxicating. The present graphic novel collects the first issues of a “Madame Xanadu” series, so I’m not even sure if the book is complete, even though it does end on a “full stop” of sorts. I did appreciate that the book doesn’t assume any particular degree of knowledge of the DC Universe, and I really appreciated the art, by Amy Reeder Hadley. Matt Wagner’s writing is also very good. I enjoyed this book a lot.

:: And then there’s Cairo, which I loved. I outright loved it. Written by G. Willow Wilson and drawn by M.K. Perker, Cairo is a thriller in which five strangers – a drug runner, an alternative journalist, an American expatriate, a college student, and an Israeli soldier – find themselves involved in the search for a stolen hookah pipe that happens to house a genie. The search is joined by a gangster-magician, and the story set in present-day Cairo, with all its East-meets-West tensions, turns into a highly entertaining, and moving, potboiler. If anything, I felt that this book ended too quickly.

:: Finally, I read the autobiographical The Quitter by Harvey Pekar. Pekar is the writer of the highly-regarded American Splendor, but he has not been a career writer. Rather, after knocking around from one job to another in his youth, he got an office job with a government agency and stayed there until retirement. Nevertheless, he was apparently a fine jazz critic, and he really does turn out to be a very gifted writer after all, when one considers how fascinating The Quitter is despite the fact that there is, at first glance, almost nothing about Pekar’s life that people would consider fascinating at all. But then, that’s the whole point, isn’t it – that the normal and the boring in everyday life can actually turn out to be the most fascinating. I’m reminded of Gene Siskel’s old test for how he was liking a movie: “Would I rather watch a movie of these people just having lunch?”

A pretty good run of titles, I think…Water Baby was the least of them, and even that one wasn’t a complete waste of time.

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Sentential Links #191

Linkage for the week!

:: Think how much more awesome you would be if you got to have Thanksgiving twice a year. That’s basically how I am all the time.

:: I sense it’s about time to share some of my thoughts about television and movie critics, myself, and the past, present and future of my corner of the critics-on-TV adventure. (There is an increasing sense of “farewell” to all of Roger Ebert’s posts of late. I’m wondering if he is nearing his end.)

:: Once she spent an entire lesson on one measure.

One measure. (I remember lessons like that. They were amazing.)

:: I am very thankful for the power that keeps us warm and lights the darkness and am so aware that there are still people living without power, and some without shelter – in this country and in other countries – as we move toward a time of celebration and gratefulness…… and even in my very simple life I know that I am lucky beyond measure.

:: In a crazy kind of irony “Freedom of the press belongs to the guy who owns one” stops being true once everybody owns one; noise drowns out sig

:: Holdstock, along with people like Neil Gaiman, taught me just how original and imaginative fantasy could be. (In reference to author Robert Holdstock, who passed away yesterday. I only read one of his books, Mythago Wood, but he’s been high on my list for a long time. I’ll have to push him higher on the “to read” pile.)

More next week.

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I must return to Ryhope Wood

I’ve seen today, in a number of places, that fantasy author Robert Holdstock has died. He was only 61. Apparently he was hospitalized several days ago with an E. coli infection, and he succumbed today. He was only 61 years old.

Holdstock wrote a number of highly-regarded books, but as of now, the only one I’ve read is Mythago Wood, which a friend of mine who was also a correspondent of Holdstock’s sent me with orders to read it as soon as possible. I did, and I was highly impressed with it (this was seven or eight years ago, and might well have been before I even launched this blog). He also sent me the sequel Lavondyss, which I still have not read — nor anything else by Holdstock, for that matter — but I will. And soon.

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Sunday Burst of Weirdness

Oddities abound!

:: Having gone to college in northern Iowa, I interacted with more than a few Minnesotans, all of whom had elder relatives who insisted on trotting out lutefisk every year. This despite the fact that no one in their right mind could possibly want to eat the stuff. Here’s a description. I’d sooner eat haggis than that.

:: Don’t look at this article if you’re in any way squeamish! The 10 Most Horrifying Sports Injuries is just that. Faces pulverized by objects in flight, limbs bent in directions they’re not supposed to bend and in places they’re not supposed to be bendable, and one that longtime Buffalo Sabres fans will almost certainly remember.

I was actually watching the Monday Night Football game in which Napoleon McCallum destroyed his leg. I recall that it wasn’t clear what the injury was until ABC put up a replay, no one having any idea of what had happened — and all three guys in the booth (this was during the Al Michaels, Frank Gifford, and Dan Deirdorf) simultaneously going, “Ooooohhhh….” You can hear that moment in the YouTube vid over there. If you want. It’s pretty gross.

:: If ever we needed evidence that some folks out there have way too much time on their hands, I give you…shudder…a Seinfeld/Star Wars mash-up poster.

I feel dirtier just looking at that.

More next week!

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Four years

“I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone.”

-Red, The Shawshank Redemption

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