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Month: January, 2014

“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks”*

by chuckofish

Happy MLK Day! A three-day weekend is most welcome, n’est-ce pas?

I am enjoying my Monday at home. Hope you are as well.

Yesterday after church I convinced my old man to drive to West Alton to the Riverlands Migratory Bird Sanctuary, located at the confluence of the Missouri, Illinois and Mississippi Rivers. It is primetime for watching Bald Eagles and Trumpeter Swans.

Here is a cool video about the awesome Mississippi Flyway:

http://riverlands.audubon.org/videos/spectacle-birds

It was very crowded at the Audubon Center (which is lovely), so we didn’t stay too long, but headed north up the Great River Road.

We saw a lot of eagles. (You know how I feel about raptors.) And eagles are the coolest, right?

“…and there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces. And even if he forever flies within the gorge, that gorge is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than the other birds upon the plain, even though they soar.”

(H. Melville)

Someone else's cool picture of a Bald Eagle on the Mississippi Flyway

Someone else’s cool picture of a Bald Eagle on the Mississippi Flyway

I did not take any good pictures with my iPhone, although I tried (see below).

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But they were there. The river was filled with chunks of ice.

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We drove all the way up through Elsah and Grafton to Pere Marquette State Park and stopped for lunch at the historic Lodge,

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but the wait would have been too long, so we headed back down the road and home to terra cognita and our local Schneithorst’s Bavarian Koffee Haus. It was not crowded.

On my own “Road to Oscar” travels, I watched the movie Nebraska this weekend.

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It is a “comedy-drama” starring Bruce Dern and Will Forte and is directed by Alexander Payne. It was nominated for the Palme d’Or at the 2013 Cannes Film Festival, where Bruce Dern won the Best Actor Award. It has also been nominated for 6 Academy Awards, including Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor and Best Supporting Actress, and Best Original Screenplay. My guess is it won’t win anything except maybe the screenplay award. We’ll see.

I can’t say I was impressed. It is one of those movies where nothing much happens and is, therefore, “arty”. Plus, it is in black and white, and that makes it even arty-er. It is also about people who live in flyover country, so they are all kind of stupid, vulgar and boring. (I live in flyover country and I do not know anyone like the people in this movie; they are what people who live on the East/West coasts think people in flyover country are like.) The only person who is at all nice is the son played by Will Forte. I kept waiting for something to happen, for the Bruce Dern character to finally have a say, but he never comes out of his dementia-fog. Why the French thought him worthy of the Best Actor award, I’ll never know.

It held my interest–mostly because I was waiting for a pay-off (none came)–and I have to say, my old man sat through the whole thing without a break. That is saying something. However, he didn’t like it either.

I also watched, per my recommendation on Friday, Buffy’s season 4 birthday episode with Giles as a fyoral demon.

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It was a much better choice.

P.S. The Broncos won–go, my man, Peytie Pie!

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*Gandalf

Ehu fugaces labuntur anni*

by chuckofish

My siblings and I grew up in our lovely Midwestern city with two transplanted, New England parents. My father didn’t seem to miss his homeland that much — he didn’t really talk about it — but our mother felt like an exile (and actually used that word from time to time). She missed her family, yes, but her longing went deeper than that.

Mother had the heart of an explorer; oh, how she missed the New England mountains, woods, and waters! Emerson could have been describing her when he wrote:

We need the tonic of wildness…At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable.

While the longing for home, ski slopes, hiking trails, and canoes remained unfulfilled, Mother was not one to give up and do nothing. So with children in tow she set about exploring, usually on Sundays after church and usually unaccompanied by Father. We struggled up Forest Park’s version of Angel Falls.

For a four or five year old the path seemed incredibly arduous, muddy, and steep. All the way up I wondered what we would find at the top. It turned out to be just a field, but it seemed to exist in another world  — certainly not one just a few blocks from my house.

We visited the Park in all seasons. We went sledding, ice-skating, and boating at least once — maybe only once because we children behaved badly. But some places, such as the Jewel Box, we visited repeatedly.

jewel-box-forest-park-st-louis-1I particularly enjoyed this survival of the World’s Fair, since I cold run around on the paths, hide, and jump out at people (I regret to say, not always my family members). The Art Museum was one of my favorite destinations and there I developed a fascination for mummies, endless corridors of empty furnished rooms, and beautiful staircases to nowhere.

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Mysterious spaces full of treasures.

Sometimes we just got in the car and drove until we got lost. Once we found an abandoned quarry with a lake of pink mud, a slough of despond if ever there was.

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like this, but not this

The rocks we threw into the slurry disappeared without trace. That trip scared me and gave me nightmares.

Sometimes we got a bit further afield and went to a state park like Elephant Rocks

I think Father came on this trip

I think Father came on this trip

That one made an impression on me because I almost got stuck trying to squeeze through a narrow passage in the rocks. I was not a skinny kid.

I could go on and on — I haven’t even touched books, movies, and baseball —  but I must say that except for the occasional moments of terror (e.g. pink mud and narrow spaces), I loved these outings. Until recently I probably would have said that my childhood was pretty boring and that time lagged horribly during long, hot summers, but I now realize that we actually did quite a bit when I was little. My mother managed to make even the twentieth trip to the Historical Society or the Art Museum interesting. Even if I didn’t know it at the time, these outings helped me develop a keen imagination and various interests. Quite by accident, I learned plenty, too.

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And if there was sometimes an element of desperation in my mother’s efforts, well, she had reason. But I know she also enjoyed herself, too, because she loved to learn and be with her children.

What childhood outings do you remember best?

*Alas, the fleeting years slip by (Horace).

 

 

 

Fat Baby Friday and Happy Birthday Mary, Dolly (and Buffy)

by chuckofish

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Yes, Fat Baby Friday is back!

In honor of our mother’s b-day on the 19th, here is a picture of her in 1926, waving her arms excitedly. Hope this adorable, happy baby makes your day and caps off your week with a positive note!

As for a Friday movie pick, I suggest watching Nine to Five (1980), starring our other birthday girl, Dolly Parton.

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This classic tale of three female employees turning the tables on their sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical boss is very just a little bit dated, but we love it anyway. It is the perfect movie to watch at the end of a stressful work week.

As you know, Buffy the Vampire Slayer shares a birthday with our mother and Dolly Parton, so it would likewise be appropriate to watch a few of those classic “Buffy-has-a-disastrous-birthday” episodes. And aren’t we always appropriate?

You might try:

“Surprise”/“Innocence” (Season 2)
“Helpless” (Season 3)
“A New Man” (Season 4)
“Blood Ties” (Season 5)
“Older and Far Away” (Season 6)

My personal favorite is season four’s “A New Man” wherein Ethan Rayne transforms Giles into a Fyarl demon, forcing him to go head-to-head with the Slayer. Remember when he chases that arrogant be-atch Prof. Walsh down the street?

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It is a priceless episode and contains an abundance of great lines, including:

Professor Maggie Walsh: We thought you were a myth.
Buffy: Well, you were myth-taken

and several classic exchanges between Giles and Spike, like this one:

Giles: [Demon Giles] If you can’t find third gear, don’t try for third gear.
Spike: I’m doin’ my best. I don’t know if I’m drivin’ this thing or wearin’ it.
Giles: [Demon Giles] It’s perfectly serviceable.
Spike: [laughs] Funny hearing a Fyarl demon say “serviceable”. Had a couple of ’em working for me once. They’re more like, “Like to crush. Crush now?” Strong though. You won’t meet a jar you can’t open for the rest of your life.
[Giles growls menacingly]
Spike: [amused] What was that? Did you growl?
Giles: [primly] No.

So whether you choose to watch Buffy or Dolly or none/all of the above, have a great weekend!

“Without music, life would be a mistake.” *

by chuckofish

A lot of people in my family are extremely musical. I am not one of them. Oh, I sang in the choir at school and I still like to belt out a hymn at church. But that’s about it.

But I know what I like and I listen a lot.

As you know, I occasionally even go to a concert. In fact, in February I have tickets to see Josh Ritter and Gregory Alan Isakov at the Sheldon here in my flyover town. I am pretty darn excited. Daughter #2 gave me a Josh Ritter CD last year and two more (!) just arrived in the mail–oh boy!

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Gregory Alan Isakov is only the opening act, but I am mostly excited to see him. I have blogged about him several times, so you know how I feel.

I have also been listening to Love Has Come For You, Steve Martin’s new CD with Edie Brickell, which daughter #2 gave me for Christmas. I really like it. It is obvious that after all these years and plenty of fame and honors galore, all Steve really wants to do is play the banjo.

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And since her birthday is coming up, I thought it was only appropriate to load some Dolly in my car CD player. She is still the best.

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Also I have been listening to my young friend Andrew Hunt and his band Johnny Appleseed:

Wake up, Nashville!

What have you been listening to?

*Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols, or, How to Philosophize With the Hammer

Just routine

by chuckofish

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“Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man.”

― Henry Adams, The Education of Henry Adams

For the past 3-4 weeks my routine has been disordered. The holidays will do that.

Sometimes, I admit, it feels like we are adrift in chaos. But I choose to believe I am an individual–created, loved, upheld and placed purposefully, exactly where I am supposed to be. Therefore, it behooves me to get my act together.

So slowly I am getting my house back in order and my daily routine in sinc.

By the way, last night I watched the second episode of Justified (season 5)–Hello, Raylan.

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I have to say: those people live in chaos.

Darlin’, pardon me

by chuckofish

Some people, like my dual personality, have inconvenient birthdays right before Christmas. Other people, like daughter #3, have birthdays too soon right after Christmas. Hers is January 6, and what with the polar vortex dropping a foot of snow on our flyover town, we were not able to celebrate until last night.

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So, darlin’, happy belated birthday! You are a good sport to come over on a Monday night for toasted ravioli and salad and mini cheesecakes! Best wishes for a fantastic year!

“If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal- that is your success. All nature is your congratulation, and you have cause momentarily to bless yourself. The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated. We easily come to doubt if they exist. We soon forget them. They are the highest reality. Perhaps the facts most astounding and most real are never communicated by man to man. The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.”

― Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Weekend update: Another chance to disapprove, Another brilliant zinger, Another reason not to move, Another vodka stinger*

by chuckofish

Mostly this weekend was a time for catching up. I had no social plans beyond a birthday lunch with my girlfriends and church on Sunday.  We had a baptism and it was good to renounce Satan and all the spiritual forces of wickedness with my brethren. At the end of the service we sang the interminably long but deeply wonderful “St. Patrick’s Breastplate”. Verse 6 always brings tears to my eyes:

Christ be with me,
Christ within me,
Christ behind me,
Christ before me,
Christ beside me,
Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me,
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ in quiet,
Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.

On the literary front, I finished In the Skin of a Lion by Michael Ondaatje, which daughter #2 had encouraged me to read. I enjoyed it, but it was the kind of book where you are always aware that you are reading “literary” fiction. Not really my cup of tea. Great literature does not hit you over the head with its worthiness. Furthermore, I have to say that while some of the characters are engaging, they are also anarchists/terrorists. So again, how can you really care what happens to them? In point of fact, I didn’t.

I watched two movies–one was a really good one: Oscar and Lucinda (1997), an Australian movie directed by Gillian Armstrong and based on the Booker Award-winning novel by Peter Carey. Boy, I really liked it.

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Ralph Fiennes plays an Anglican priest in the mid-18th century who is an obsessive gambler. His reasons for gambling are pure and his Pascalian argument for his legitimate use of it as a Christian, completely righteous. He meets Cate Blanchett, who is a compulsive gambler, on the ship going to Melbourne and they become friends. Lucinda bets Oscar her entire inheritance that he cannot transport a glass church to the Outback safely. Oscar accepts her wager, and this leads  “to the events that will change both their lives forever.”

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I was so impressed with Ralph Fiennes who plays the innocent and devout minister without the least bit of irony or judgement. He is totally believable and likable. Cate Blanchett is as always intelligent and precise and believable. Both are so good as kindred spirits. Plus there are lots of fine actors in smaller roles. The production is beautiful. The music is by Thomas Newman.

Just a great movie! I will have to read the book now.

I also watched Company (2011)–a filmed version of the Broadway show which won the Tony for Best Musical back in 1971.

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I was talking to someone at work awhile back and I said I hadn’t ever seen Company and the next thing I knew he had brought it in for me. He said I’d like it. Well, I finally got around to watching it and I did not like it. Stephen Sondheim’s negative take on marriage and relationships (and women in general) is very cynical and “sophisticated”.  

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Puff puff. But there is not one likable/relatable character in the bunch. The main character, played by one of my least favorite actors–Neil Patrick Harris–is a jerk. Poor Mr. Sondheim. I feel that he was writing from experience.

On the home front, I took down our outside Christmas lights. It was 60-degrees yesterday so it seemed like the smart thing to do. I was impressed with what a good job the boy did putting them up. I guess he isn’t an Eagle Scout for nothin’!

Golden Globe update: FYI June Squibb is from Vandalia, Illinois. You go, Flyover Girl!

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And I thought Diane Keaton was lovely.

* “Ladies Who Lunch” by Stephen Sondheim

Office chic

by chuckofish

I’ve blogged about my work-place palace before, but I needed to update because I have a wonderful new addition and a restoration to show off. My oldest, dearest friend, Lars (that’s a nickname), gave me these fabulous Assyrian shedu (human-headed winged bull) and lamassu (human-headed winged lion) bookends from the Metropolitan Museum for Christmas.

"May these guardians linger by your palace forever and never leave them"*

“May these guardians linger by your palace forever and never leave them”*

Aren’t they the coolest? I’ve coveted them for ages, but could never quite justify the expense. They stand sentinel on top of one of my filing cabinets just to the left of my office door so that everyone who comes in will see them. The bookends complement the historical decor perfectly.  The picture leaning against the wall is Ashurbanipal hunting lions; the poster  is from an Assyriological conference we attended in Germany; peaking out of the corner is a model trebuchet, and in the foreground there’s a mug with Vivien Leigh as Cleopatra; a sculpture my eldest son made in sixth grade, my philodendron; and a photo of my youngest. Eclectic? Yes, but all things I love. Here’s another view:

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Just to give you an idea of the size of the originals, here’s a pic that my son took at the Louvre when he was there in December.

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If these wouldn’t give an intruder pause, I don’t know what would, but they’re a little outsize for anything less than an imperial palace.

Back on a human scale, in other office news,  I pieced together my broken relief and returned it to its rightful place. It’s smaller than before — I left the horse off because it was in too many tiny pieces — but it still looks great by my desk.

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And it draws the eye to my row of special edition mini-figs on the bookshelf above.

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From left to right: the cyclops; an Amazon warrior(ess); Ramses II (aka Yul Brynner) and a Greek hoplite.

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Further along we have a Spanish conquistador, George Washington, a Huron warrior (we call him Magua), a Scottish piper, and a Scots Guard. I’ve left out the middle of the row, but you get the idea. My little Lego warriors both compliment and contrast the serious subject matter of the books (war). Naturally, the figs are arranged in chronological order.

My office is full of treasures that make me enjoy spending time there.  Have you added anything new to your workspace?

*Paraphrased from a dedicatory inscription that Sennacherib had written for his wife. Here’s the original:

“And for Tashmetum-sharrat, the consort, my beloved wife, whose appearance the goddess Belet-ili has made perfect above all women, I had a palace of loveliness, celebration, and joy built and I set sphinxes of white limestone in its doorways. At the command of Assur, father of the gods, of Ishtar, the queen, may she be endowed with days of good health and a happy heart inside both these palaces, and may she have her fill of pleasure, and may the benevolent Alad and the benevolent Lamma deities linger beside these palaces forever and never leave them.”

I’ve always liked this inscription. It’s both sweet and kind of sad.

 

Great God! this is an awful place.*

by chuckofish

Preoccupied as I am with snow, I got to thinking about a movie pick for Friday that is snow-related.

The first film that came to mind, of course, was one of my favorite musicals, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954), directed by the great Stanley Donen and featuring the best-ever dance in the snow.

Then there is the entertaining Cold War thriller Ice Station Zebra (1968) starring a studly all-male cast that includes Rock Hudson, James Brown and Patrick MacGoohan. Who cares if the sets are terrible?

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If you like Robert Mitchum (and I do), you could watch Track of the Cat (1954), a film noir western wherein “complex and dangerous family dynamics play out against the backdrop of the first big snowstorm of winter.”

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Or there’s Scott of the Antarctic (1948)–the true story of the British explorer Robert Falcon Scott and his ill-fated expedition to try to be the first man to discover the South Pole. All the Brits have stiff upper lips (which become frostbitten) in this very sad rendering of a tragic tale.

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Jeremiah Johnson (1972) with Robert Redford has a lot of snow in it and it is a much better movie than Downhill Racer (1969) which also boasts Robert Redford and lots of snow. I vote for Jeremiah Johnson.

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Other movies that come to mind: The Shining (1980), The Grey (2011), The Pink Panther (1964). Can you think of any good movies that take place in a snowy locale? Did Elvis make a ski-bum movie?

*Scott at the South Pole

Vision and courage: you go girl edition

by chuckofish

Well, I guess you can say we have been preoccupied with snow lately. It does have a way of disturbing one’s routine. It snowed again last night. Bah humbug.

Snow days are great, but those (school) days must be made up. As the person who decides when to call a snow day, stress ensues. It is at such times that I turn to my lectionary.

Today in the Episcopal Church it is the feast day of Julia Chester Emery, missioner and founder of the United Thank Offering. We remember Julia for raising funds, organizing volunteers, administering institutions, and educating lay members of the church.

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“Apparently, her only training for this ministry was a willingness to try it, for she possessed no special education or preparation. Her only authority was collegial, for being a lay woman, she had neither the office nor the perquisites of ordained status to buttress her leadership. Julia Emery reminds us that we all possess the resources we need to be effective missionaries, except perhaps the two most important qualities exemplified in her—a willingness to try and the commitment to stick with it, even for a lifetime.” (Brightest and Best: A Companion to the Lesser Feasts and Fasts by Sam Portaro )

I can certainly relate to her. I mean, she is the ultimate Church Lady.

Julia Chester Emery was born in Dorchester, Massachusetts, in 1852. In 1876 she succeeded her sister, Mary, as Secretary of the Woman’s Auxiliary of the Board of Missions which had been established by the General Convention in 1871.

During the forty years she served as Secretary, Julia helped the Church to recognize its call to proclaim the Gospel both at home and overseas. Her faith, her courage, her spirit of adventure and her ability to inspire others combined to make her a leader respected and valued by the whole Church.

She visited every diocese and missionary district within the United States, encouraging and expanding the work of the Woman’s Auxiliary; and in 1908 she served as a delegate to the Pan-Anglican Congress in London. From there she traveled around the world, visiting missions in remote areas of China, in Japan, Hong Kong, the Philippines, Hawaii, and then all the dioceses on the Pacific Coast before returning to New York. In spite of the fact that travel was not easy, she wrote that she went forth “with hope for enlargement of vision, opening up new occasions for service, acceptance of new tasks.”

Through her leadership a network of branches of the Woman’s Auxiliary was established which shared a vision of and a commitment to the Church’s mission. An emphasis on educational programs, a growing recognition of social issues, development of leadership among women, and the creation of the United Thank Offering are a further part of the legacy Julia left to the Church when she retired in 1916.

In 1921, the year before she died, the following appeared in the Spirit of Missions: “In all these enterprises of the Church no single agency has done so much in the last half-century to further the Church’s Mission as the Woman’s Auxiliary.” Much of that accomplishment was due to the creative spirit of its Secretary of forty of those fifty years, Julia Chester Emery.

Quoted from the Holy Women, Holy Men blog

God of all creation, thou callest us in Christ to make disciples of all nations and to proclaim thy mercy and love: Grant that we, after the example of thy servant Julia Chester Emery, may have vision and courage in proclaiming the Gospel to the ends of the earth; through Jesus Christ our light and our salvation, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Lets hear it for Julia Chester Emery! A woman with vision and courage and no “training” who got the job done.