dual personalities

Month: November, 2011

Wake up, San Francisco

by chuckofish

Well, the dual personalities have returned to their respective homes, glad to be there after their cross-country travels! Traveling by air in the 21st century is not easy. It’s faster than covering ground in a prairie schooner, but not necessarily any more pleasant or less arduous. I will spare you the details.

Our hotel (The St. Francis) was very nice and looked out on Union Square:

Everything was all decked out for Christmas. Bah humbug, can we get through Thanksgiving please? I will spare you the rant on that subject.

We took a tour which covered all the San Francisco highlights. Here is our bus:

As you can see, after maneuvering through the city, which is gummed up with lots of construction including subway work (!), the sun went down and we drove around a good deal after dark. Haruuumph.

But we did manage some nice vistas in between the rainstorms:

San Francisco is a big city on a lovely bay. I was born there and I have always wanted to return and check it out. I have to say, my favorite place was Gump’s, a store about which I remember my mother spoke fondly. I wiled away some time there while my brilliant sister presented a paper and moderated a panel of experts at a conference of archaeologists from around the world.

The most fun was gabbing and drinking wine, which is why we went. And the Vin Diesel movie, which we rented.

And, no, there were no Danny Tanner sightings.

A day (early) and a dollar short

by chuckofish

The dual personalities are meeting in San Francisco this weekend, so I will not be able to post a Friday movie pic on Friday. In honor of our foray to the west coast, I suggest watching Bullitt (1968) directed by Peter Yates and starring (drum roll please) Steve McQueen.

Bullitt is my soulmate’s favorite movie of all time. Really. So I am picturing him watching it all weekend on a loop as consolation. I have slept through this movie numerous times. Robert Vaughn, who plays politician Walter Chalmers, received the script and didn’t like it. He felt that there was no plot nor a sensible storyline, and he was right! It is like a bad t.v. movie with a car chase. And although it is a famous, ground-breaking car chase, it is also a hysterically funny one.

Check out all the goofs here and here in this riotous ride which takes place over a number of non-contiguous streets in and south of San Francisco. There is a slow-moving VW bug, appearing and disappearing throughout the scene, which never fails to amuse.

Yes, the movie is thin, but it is worth viewing solely because of the always wonderful Steve McQueen. No one ever looked better in in a shoulder holster.

Call me crazy

by chuckofish

I like to go to estate sales on Saturday morning. Last weekend my son was home so I dragged him along to an estate sale at a large house in Ladue. It was a nice house with a vintage St. Charles kitchen complete with blue metal cabinets. I didn’t find anything really, but I did get this large schefflera plant:

I was glad I had a strong young man along to tote the plant to my car! It is now getting some sun in daughter #2’s bedroom. Here is another plant I found at an estate sale last spring. It is looking much improved after a long, hot summer in our Florida room!

Sometimes I feel like I’m on the Plant Rescue Team. I guess I was just deeply effected by this as a child:

Happy birthday, Sam Waterston

by chuckofish

Samuel Atkinson Waterston (born November 15, 1940) is an American actor and occasional producer and director. He has been nominated for multiple Golden Globe-, Screen Actors Guild-, BAFTA- and Emmy Awards, having starred in over eighty film and television productions during his forty-five year career. A practicing Episcopalian, he is a Lifetime Member and former President of the Episcopal Actor’s Guild of America whose home is at the Church of the Transfiguration (also known as “The Little Church Around the Corner”) on East 29th Street in Manhattan.

The Little Church Around the Corner

Lift up your hearts.

The holy within

by chuckofish

Thomas Raymond Kelly (1893-January 17, 1941) was an American Quaker educator. He taught and wrote on the subject of mysticism. His books are widely read, especially by people interested in spirituality.

Kelly’s life was full of disappointment. In 1936, after years of teaching jobs across the country, he was finally offered a position in the philosophy department at Haverford College. His dissertation for his second Ph.D. (from Harvard) was published, and all he still needed to do was pass the oral defense of that dissertation. Then he lived out the nightmare of every Ph.D. candidate: he lost his memory during his oral exam. Harvard not only failed him on the defense, they also informed him that he would never be allowed a second chance.

His son wrote, “There is no exact record of what happened in the following weeks, but it is certain that sometime during the months of November or December, 1937, a change was wrought within the very foundation of his soul. He described it as being ‘shaken by the experience of Presence — something that I did not seek, but that sought me ….’ Stripped of his defenses and human self-justification, he found, for the first time, a readiness to accept the outright gift of God’s Love, and he responded with unlimited commitment to that leading. His teaching colleague Douglas Steere, who spent uncounted hours walking Kelly through his grief, later wrote of his healing: ‘He moved toward adequacy. A fissure in him seemed to close, cliffs caved in and filled up a chasm, and what was divided grew together within him. Science, scholarship, method remained good, but in a new setting’.” (Jerry R. Flora: “Searching for an Adequate Life: The Devotional Theology of Thomas R. Kelly”, Spirituality Today, Spring 1990)

Kelly received word on January 17, 1941 that Harper and Brothers wanted to meet with him to discuss the publication of a devotional book. “Today will be the greatest day of my life,” he told his wife. He died of a heart attack later that same day while drying the dinner dishes. Three months later his friend Steere submitted five of Kelly’s devotional essays to the publisher along with a biographical sketch of Kelly. The book was published under the title A Testament of Devotion.

There is a divine Abyss within us all, a holy Infinite Center, a Heart, a Life who speaks in us and through us to the world. We have all heard this holy Whisper at times. At times we have followed the Whisper, and amazing equilibrium of living set in. But too many of us have heeded the Voice only at times. We have not counted this Holy Thing within us to be the most precious thing in the world. We have not surrendered all else, to attend to it alone.

Let me repeat, most of us, I fear, have not surrendered all else, in order to attend to the Holy Within.

–from A Testament of Devotion

Life is sad and mysterious. Terrible things happen. Read this book by Thomas Kelly. It is full of good stuff.

A belated salute to our veterans

by chuckofish

Yesterday was Veterans’ Day, so I thought I would post this photo of our grandfather Lt. ANC Jr who was a pilot in WWI. His younger brother, also a lieutenant, was killed in the Argonne Forest in September 1918. After that ANC became a full fledged member of the Lost Generation and spent many years off-and-on in Europe. Eventually he came home and voted Republican.

So hats off to all those past and present who serve our country in the military, especially those like Uncle Guy who make the ultimate sacrifice.

Friday’s movie pick

by chuckofish

This Gun for Hire (1942) is the movie that catapulted fourth-billed Alan Ladd into stardom. And for good reason.

Alan Ladd is amazing in this movie. He totally steals it from the star, well-meaning Robert Preston. It is one of those movies where a contract director and a few hack writers and a handful of b-team actors on a limited budget really rise to the occasion. Of course, it is based on a novel (A Gun for Sale) by an A-team novelist, Graham Greene, and that makes a big difference. It also stars the bewitching Veronica Lake who never disappoints.

She and Ladd make a great team. She is tiny, so she doesn’t overwhelm Ladd and he, for once, seems comfortable. (Why later in his career the Hollywood powers-that-be were always teaming him with the likes of Sophia Loren, God only knows.)

Anyway, in this movie, Alan Ladd is believable as the paid killer with a sad past as an abused child and a skewed idea of honor. He is scary too, menacing and slightly psychotic. In the scene where he passes the little crippled girl with the polio braces on the stairway, you really wonder what he’ll do. Only in Shane does Ladd ever again approach what he does in This Gun for Hire. This film is a glimpse at what his career might have been.

Pumpkin siblings

by chuckofish

We grew that pumpkin in the back yard in 2001 or so. We were very proud. Aren’t they pretty?

Arm party

by chuckofish

My daughters 1 and 2 teach me a lot. They taught me about arm parties:

I am thankful for their fashion advice.

A morning prayer

by chuckofish

Now that the daylight fills the sky,
we lift our hearts to God on high,
that, he, in all we do or say,
would keep us free from harm this day:

Our hearts and lips may he restrain;
keep us from causing others pain,
that we may see and serve his son,
and grow in love for everyone.

From evil may he guard our eyes,
our ears from empty praise and lies;
from selfishness our hearts release,
that we may serve, and know his peace.

–John Mason Neale
#4 The Episcopal Hymnal 1982

I must say that this hymn/prayer is a wonderful and worthy way to start one’s day. It is one of the lesser known hymns of the great hymn writer John Mason Neale, Anglican priest and scholar, who was educated at Sherborne School, Dorset, and Trinity College, Cambridge, where (despite being said to be the best classical scholar in his year) lack of ability in mathematics prevented him taking an honours degree. Neale was named after the Puritan cleric and hymn writer John Mason (1645–1694), of whom his mother Susanna was a descendant.

A dour looking guy, probably still bitter about those low math scores.

Neale’s most enduring and widely known legacy is probably his contribution to the Christmas repertoire, most notably “Good Christian Men, Rejoice” and his original legendary Boxing Day carol, “Good King Wenceslas”. He was also responsible for much of the translation of the Advent hymn “O come, O come, Emmanuel”, based on the “O Antiphons” for the week preceding Christmas and his hymn “A Great and Mighty Wonder” (translated from the Greek of St Germanus).

Since Neale died on the Festival of the Transfiguration, he is commemorated by the Anglican churches on the following day, 7 August. He is also commemorated in the Calendar of Saints of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America as a hymn writer on 1 July with Catherine Winkworth.