dual personalities

Month: August, 2016

R.I.P. Gene Wilder

by chuckofish

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We bid adieu this week to Gene Wilder. You know how I felt about him. He was one of those funny, funny people with sad, sad eyes. The Chaplin film “City Lights,” he said, had “made the biggest impression on me as an actor; it was funny, then sad, then both at the same time.”

On Monday I went to a funeral of an old friend who died on Saturday. According to Jewish law, the body must be interred as soon as practical from the time of death, so his funeral was on Monday. The temple was packed. The funeral consisted of prayers, a eulogy by the rabbi, and testimony from all of the deceased man’s grandchildren, who all clearly idolized and loved their “Boppa”. The cantor sang Psalm 23. Since there is no explicit afterlife in Judaism, the focus was on what a great life he had (he was rich as Croesus), how his family loved him, and how he loved learning (he did). He was a generous man.

I thought of Gene Wilder, whose funeral will no doubt be similar.

May the prayers and supplications

of all Israel

be accepted by their Father who is in Heaven; and say, Amen

Later in the day, I went to my friend’s penthouse to sit shiva with his family and friends. I spoke to his children and told them how much I would miss their father. He was a gentleman of the old school–polite, humble, curious, and detached.

I thought of Gene Wilder. I will miss him too.

“Ya vas lyublyu. What’s it mean?”*

by chuckofish

Last Saturday night the OM and I were home watching the baseball game on the telly. During the commercials I was clicking back and forth to The Great Escape (1963) on TCM. During segments with Steve McQueen we watched for extended periods–we were losing the game–and we saw quite a bit of this really good movie which I have probably seen a million times.

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This time I noticed how really terrific the music by Elmer Bernstein is–and not just the famous theme music–but the incidental music, which, we all know, can make or break a film.

The music is quite reminiscent of Bernstein’s score to The Magnificent Seven (1960). In fact most of his scores are reminiscent of each other and that is okay. There are repeated themes and his orchestrations are similar. I mean, watch To Kill a Mockingbird (1962) and you will see what I mean. His music was clearly influenced by Aaron Copland who encouraged him in his early musical studies. This also is a good thing.

Bernstein was nominated fourteen times for an Academy Award, but only won once for the mediocre Thoroughly Modern Millie (1967). What a travesty! But by now we are used to such things. His scores for The Magnificent Seven and To Kill a Mockingbird were ranked by the American Film Institute as the eighth and seventeenth greatest American film scores of all time, respectively, on the list of AFI’s 100 Years of Film Scores**. But some of his lesser known scores from lesser know movies are favorites of mine: The World of Henry Orient (1964) foremost among them.

Anyway, Elmer Bernstein deserves to be up there in the pantheon of best all-time film composers: Alfred Newman, Erich Wolfgang Korngold, Max Steiner, Jerome Moross, Maurice Jarre, Miklos Rozsa…

What is your favorite movie score by Elmer Bernstein? Discuss among yourselves.

*Sedgwick in “The Great Escape”

**This list is so flawed! I mean they have a film score as #1 that is totally derivative (and intentionally so)–please!

“Too soon the sun will cease to shine Too soon the wind will start to whine Another summer has passed away”*

by chuckofish

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In honor of the last weekend in August, here is a picture of our dear mother in a bathing cap in the water of Damariscotta Lake, Maine sometime in the 1950s. At least that is where I always thought this photo was taken. There is no writing on the back. I might be wrong.

I wish I was there now.

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*Goodbye to Summer by Louis Armstrong

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety*

by chuckofish

Yesterday was women’s equality day or something like that. I don’t usually pay attention to artificial ’cause X’ days but yesterday got me thinking about important women from times long past. And while I would not deny that throughout much of history regular women have had a hard time being heard, I would venture to say that exceptional women have always been right in the thick of things with the men. Take the 18th dynasty pharaoh, Hatshepsut, who ruled Egypt after her husband died.

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Okay, she did have to depict herself as a man sometimes and they did erase her name after she died, but while she ruled, she ruled!

And let’s not forget that wonderful Assyrian, Naqi’a, who became the power behind the throne while her son, Esarhaddon, ruled. Here she is depicted on a bronze relief that is now in the Louvre. She is standing behind the king and they are performing a ritual. The rarity of the scene — nothing else like it has ever been found — attests to her power.

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In 5th century BC Athens, Pericles’ mistress, Aspasia, gained the public’s admiration through her intellect, social sophistication, and looks — just like the men of the time. How do you think Alcibiades or Pericles himself got so famous?

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Centuries later, Cleopatra VII became infamous for killing her relatives and having affairs with Julius Caesar and Mark Antony.

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She wasn’t a nice person, but as a queen she couldn’t afford to be any different from her male competitors, who weren’t nice either. Everyone used guile, sex, wit, and charisma to gain power. They still do. Let’s not forget that none of these powerful women went out of their way to help other women. And that is not something that you can blame entirely on men. Recognizing the power of the people, Caesar, at least, made reforms to help them out.

I read a lot of complaints that women get judged more harshly for doing the same things that men do. Perhaps that’s true, but in my view, bad behavior is bad behavior no matter who does it. I’ve never celebrated men for lying, cheating, using their bodies to get ahead, or being wholly self-serving. Charm and beauty are nice — it’s how you use them that matters.  Maybe we’d do better to emphasize that.

*Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

 

I’m talkin’ baseball

by chuckofish

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So the Cardinals are doing quite well–despite all the nay-sayers. I am not surprised. The Cardinals always pump up their mojo during the end of the season. We are hitting away and without one big star hitter in particular leading the way.

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I am not worried about that wild card spot.

And, please, all you Matheny-haters, take a chill pill!

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(Okay, we lost last night, but we scored 6 runs and gave them a run for their money.)

Go, Cards!

*Photo via Parade Magazine

“My life is a reading list.” *

by chuckofish

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“No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally – and often far more – worth reading at the age of fifty and beyond.”

–C.S. Lewis

I am reading A Girl of the Limberlost by Gene Stratton-Porter, about whom I wrote last week. I found it on daughter #1’s bookshelf in her old room here at home. I am finding it quite engaging and not all that dated/old-fashioned. Girls were still girls back in 1909–concerned with what the cool ones were wearing and all that.

What are you reading?

*John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

“Silk suit, black tie, I don’t need a reason why”*

by chuckofish

This is fun.

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A good list, especially #38 and #52.

But when you’re talking about the 75 Best Dressed Men of all time, I might add this guy**:

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and maybe this guy**:

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And certainly this guy** had personal style:

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But I won’t quibble. It’s a good list and a nice distraction during a busy week.

Enjoy your Wednesday!

*ZZ Top

**Napoleon Bonaparte, Buffalo Bill Cody, Sitting Bull

We amuse ourselves

by chuckofish

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I had this advantage, at least, in my mode of life, over those who were obliged to look abroad for amusement, to society and the theatre, that my life itself was become my amusement and never ceased to be novel. It was a drama of many scenes and without an end. If we were always, indeed, getting our living, and regulating our lives according to the last and best mode we had learned, we should never be troubled with ennui. Follow your genius closely enough, and it will not fail to show you a fresh prospect every hour. Housework was a pleasant pastime. When my floor was dirty, I rose early, and, setting all my furniture out of doors on the grass, bed and bedstead making but one budget, dashed water on the floor, and sprinkled white sand from the pond on it, and then with a broom scrubbed it clean and white; and by the time the villagers had broken their fast the morning sun had dried my house sufficiently to allow me to move in again, and my meditations were almost uninterrupted. It was pleasant to see my whole household effects out on the grass, making a little pile like a gypsy’s pack, and my three-legged table, from which I did not remove the books and pen and ink, standing amid the pines and hickories. They seemed glad to get out themselves, and as if unwilling to be brought in. I was sometimes tempted to stretch an awning over them and take my seat there. It was worth the while to see the sun shine on these things, and hear the free wind blow on them; so much more interesting most familiar objects look out of doors than in the house. A bird sits on the next bough, life-everlasting grows under the table, and blackberry vines run round its legs; pine cones, chestnut burs, and strawberry leaves are strewn about. It looked as if this was the way these forms came to be transferred to our furniture, to tables, chairs, and bedsteads- because they once stood in their midst.

Walden, chapter four, Henry David Thoreau

I don’t know about you, but  old HDT always cheers me up.

The painting is by Thomas Hart Benton.

Trampling the sabbath*

by chuckofish

I had never heard/read/run across this phrase–“trampling the sabbath”–but I like it. It was from the first reading on Sunday, from Isaiah.

“If you refrain from trampling the sabbath, from pursuing your own interests on my holy day; if you call the sabbath a delight and the holy day of the LORD honorable; if you honor it, not going your own ways, serving your own interests, or pursuing your own affairs…” (NRSV)

Don’t you think this is much better than the NIV (also the New English Bible and the KJV):

“If you keep your feet from breaking the Sabbath and from doing as you please on my holy day, if you call the Sabbath a delight and the LORD’s holy day honorable, and if you honor it by not going your own way and not doing as you please or speaking idle words…”

“Trampling the sabbath” is so much more descriptive than “keeping your feet from breaking”…I mean really!

Anyway, I went to church. (Two weeks in a row!) We were celebrating the 50th anniversary of the ordination of one of our former rectors. There were a lot of people at church and cake and I got to sit behind my friend Carla’s granddaughter.

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She let me hold her and didn’t even fuss about it. Quelle baby!

When I went home I got the OM to help me do some yard work. It was a glorious day–80-degrees and low humidity. Having filled up a couple of lawn and leaf bags, I sat outside for awhile and enjoyed the afternoon–unheard of in August in flyover country!

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In other news this weekend, I read The Town in Bloom by Dodie Smith, who wrote I Capture the Castle. I enjoyed it. I had lunch with my friends and caught up on the phone with my dual personality and my two dear daughters. I re-charged for the week at work. What did you do?

*Isaiah 58:13

Up with the sun, gone with the wind*

by chuckofish

On Monday we moved son #2 and his lovely girlfriend to Syracuse, NY. My DH got to use his Tetris skills to pack everything into a 10 ft. Uhaul.

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When he finished, the entire truck was completely full from back to front and floor to ceiling. Fortunately, we had our two cars for the overflow. Syracuse is about 2.5 hours south of us, so we didn’t get there until about noon. Then the four of us got to work, and by 2:00, voila,

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a furniture and box strewn apartment!

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Exhausted and hungry, we walked (uphill) to the nearest eatery for pizza and beer.

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Nothing fancy — plastic utensils and cups, and paper plates that disintegrated on contact with food. Still, the beer was cold (don’t worry, that empty pitcher was full of water) and the pizza cheesy and hot.

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Soon after, we left the younguns to unpack, bid them adieu and hit the road. We were home in time for Tai Chi (btw, in the photo I’m wearing my official Tai Chi shirt) but we were too tired to go.  Maybe we’re getting too old for this kind of adventure.

Have a spectacular weekend, and remember, when you pick up a box, lift with your knees!

*Bob Seger, “Travelin’ Man”