dual personalities

Month: January, 2018

“O Comforter draw near, within my heart appear”*

by chuckofish

Here is a photo I found of one happy DP on Christmas morning circa 1972 or 1973 with our pater who looks slightly annoyed per usual.

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It struck me that we were still sitting on the same loveseat this Christmas.

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It has been in our family for nearly 200 years. I had it re-covered several years ago, horsehair stuffing and everything. The wee laddie has already spit up on it, so it has been baptized. I do not get upset about such things. We do not live in a museum. C’est la vie, right?

It also struck me that back in the day I was no doubt foolishly critical and hard on my 17-year old self in that picture, thinking I didn’t look like I thought I should look. Good grief, what is wrong with teenage girls? The thing is– I still do this, and I am going to resolve to stop doing it in 2018.

Good luck to me!

Well, we had a busy weekend. I wrapped all my Christmas decorations, which I had taken down last week, and put them away–even the outdoor lights! Our neighbors across the street have not turned off their outdoor Christmas lights since they put them up in November! Their inflated Santa in a trailer decoration stayed inflated and plugged in night and day throughout December, and when I would get up at 3:00 a.m., Santa would still be opening the door and closing it. Finally the snow and ice did him in and he got stuck…IMG_1857.JPG

…and then he died.

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He will probably be there ’til the spring thaw. Neighbors.

The OM and I babysat the wee babes on Saturday night while their parents went out to celebrate daughter #3’s birthday. The babes were tired and so it wasn’t difficult to get them to bed.  The wee laddie even let me change his diaper without much of a struggle–a sure sign of exhaustion. The OM went to sleep on the couch shortly after and I scanned Netflix for something/anything to watch–quelle wasteland. I watched the Tin-Tin movie which was not great.

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Oli kept me company in Lottie’s chair. The cats appear to have seized ownership. Big surprise.

I read in church on Sunday and then went home and finished putting away Christmas stuff. In the afternoon I took a break and treated myself to 3 Godfathers (1948).

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Just a perfect movie. I also watched Logan Lucky (2017) with my fave Channing Tatum. I think it kind of bombed at the box office, but I can’t imagine why. I liked it and recommend it. Kind of a hillbilly Oceans 11, the hero is smart and sweet. Daniel Craig plays against type. It was even rated PG-13 (no violence, no bad language!)

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I have a super busy week ahead. Have a good one!

*Hymn #516

Start as you mean to go on

by chuckofish

Aside from the extreme cold (-25 last night), the new year has gotten off to a good start. I’ve already seen one good movie and I’m reading Hilary Mantel’s superb French Revolution novel, A place of Greater Safety.

I hesitated to start the book — who wants to read about the unremitting bloodbath called the French Revolution? I should have had more faith in Ms. Mantel, who is a brilliant writer and a better historian than most people trained to the profession. Who but she could humanize villains like Robespierre and Desmoulins? In her hands, we follow the inexorable progress of the Revolution to its hideous apogee. How could such intelligent, talented people start a revolution without having any plans in place for a new government? What made them think they could control the mob?

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Then, as now, the answer is the same: power corrupts and leaders who value their ideas more than people’s lives inevitably cause the deaths of untold numbers of people. Most dangerous are leaders who believe only in themselves, have no moral sense and no belief in a higher power, who see the masses as chattel to be manipulated, and for whom life is at best an intellectual exercise and at worst a game for personal amusement.  These are men, who, as Lafayette described them in the novel, “have never been to war. They’ve never been on the hunting field. They’ve never killed an animal, let alone a man. But they’re such enthusiasts for murder.”

Beware the type of person who apparently believes whatever he says, but who never says the same thing twice:

“Talking to Robespierre, one tried to make the right noises; but what is right, these days? Address yourself to the militant, and you find a pacifist giving you a reproachful look. Address yourself to the idealist, and you’ll find that you’ve fallen into the company of a cheerful, breezy professional politician. Address yourself to means, and you’ll be told to think of ends: to ends, and you’ll be told to think of means. Make an assumption, and you will find it overturned; offer yesterday’s conviction, and today you’ll find it shredded.”

Sadly, all of this cuts a little too close to the bone these days. Be warned.

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In case you need a diversion from the serious side of life, my movie recommendation for this weekend is Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle. It’s clever (they handle the premise extremely well), laugh out loud funny, has great performances, and a good message. It’s a very worthy sequel to the original film. Two thumbs up!

Have a great weekend!

Brrrrrrrr

by chuckofish

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The Mississippi River freezes solid in February 1905.

Il fait froid! There are ice chunks in the ol’ Mississip today, but I don’t think one could walk across it. I certainly wouldn’t want to try! Here are some interesting historical photos of our frozen river through the years.

I plan to stay warm at home this weekend packing up Christmas decorations. But I also have two birthdays to celebrate, including daughter #3’s, so I’ll be out and about.

I saw a fox run through our back yard early on Christmas Eve morning. Maybe he’ll be back.

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Thus by the snow I was made aware in this short walk of the recent presence of squirrels, a fox, and countless mice, whose trail I had crossed, but none of which I saw, or probably should have seen before the snow fell. Also I saw this afternoon the track of one sparrow, probably a tree sparrow, which had run among the weeds in the road. (Dec. 14, 1855)

–Henry David Thoreau, A Writer’s Journal

Since it is Epiphany,

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it is time to watch 3 Godfathers (1947)–an all-time favorite.

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What have you got on the docket?

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The OM and I are also babysitting the wee babes. Please note that the 16 lb. dynamo is now on the move for real! Keep us in your prayers.

Have a good weekend!

The painting is “Tracks in Snow” by Morten E. Solberg.

Hollywood RIP

by chuckofish

So actress Jody Foster did not mince words when she recently expressed her thoughts on superhero pics and similar blockbusters. “Going to the movies has become like a theme park,” she said, referencing Marvel and other comic book adaptations.

She added, “Studios making bad content in order to appeal to the masses and shareholders is like fracking — you get the best return right now but you wreck the earth.” Then in a final jab she said, “It’s ruining the viewing habits of the American population and then ultimately the rest of the world.”

I don’t agree with everything she said, but she is not wrong. Case in point: I watched Logan (2017) the other night. It stars Hugh Jackman in the latest Wolverine outing and was written/directed by James Mangold.  In the near future (2029), a “weary Logan cares for an ailing Professor X, somewhere on the Mexican border. However, Logan’s attempts to hide from the world, and his legacy, are upended when a young mutant arrives, pursued by dark forces.”

Besides Jackman, it stars Patrick Stewart and Daphne Keen as a 10-year old mutant. It is not a terrible movie–it held my interest and there is some character development–but it is mind-numbingly violent and a veritable blood-bath of torture, dismemberment and slaughter.

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Why? Why do such movies have to be so violent? And Hollywood elites wonder why there is so much violence in this country (650 murders in Chicago alone in 2017!) We have all become immune to it, hardly registering how disgusting it is.

There is a scene in Logan where old Professor X, played by Patrick Stewart, watches Shane (1953) with the little girl in a  hotel room. He tells her he remembers seeing it when he was a little boy “almost 100 years ago.” They watch Stonewall get shot in the street by Jack Palance and then his funeral on the windy hilltop where the Swedish farmer leads his compatriots in the Lord’s Prayer. Later we see Shane saying goodbye to Joey in the background of the scene and we wonder how much the vacant-eyed little girl is absorbing as she wanders in and out.

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At the end of the film (spoiler alert!) the mutant children bury Logan who has died saving them. The little girl recites Shane’s words:

Joey, there’s no living with… with a killing. There’s no going back from one. Right or wrong, it’s a brand. A brand sticks. There’s no going back. Now you run on home to your mother, and tell her… tell her everything’s all right. And there aren’t any more guns in the valley.

It is an effecting scene and the writers of the film know enough about films to have included the references to Shane, one of the best movies ever made. (I wonder how many of the viewers were even able to make the connection at the end, but that’s besides the point.)

It is a terrible joke really. In Shane one shocking murder results in the hero having to take matters into his own hands and kill three bullies in a final shoot-out in order to save the innocent farmers. He pays for his sacrifice. In Logan the death count is catastrophic–even the metaphorical “farmers” are butchered through Wolverine and Professor X’s stupidity. Basically everyone dies except the mutant children, who are, it must be noted, killers themselves. They move on to some haven “in Canada.”

It is just a mish-mosh of ideas. Nothing really makes sense or hangs together. It throws in references to make it appear to have meaning when there really is none. I read a review that calls Wolverine “messianic”– please.

The end credits roll to Johnny Cash:

Cool, but that doesn’t ultimately give the movie meaning.

This and that

by chuckofish

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I went back to work yesterday, and I must say it was hard to do so after ten days off!

Over the holidays I started reading my father’s old copy of Islands in the Stream by Ernest Hemingway.

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It was not great, but it held my interest and is better than a lot of things that pass for literature these days. I also re-read some Wallace Stegner essays and started My Sixty Years on the Plains, which my DP gave me for Christmas. Written by a mountain man who was born in Scotland and raised and educated in St. Louis, he recorded his personal story of life on the plains in his eighties in 1905. It is well-written, full of detail and his viewpoint is quite sophisticated. I am enjoying it a lot.

Indeed, I received a lot of lovely presents this Christmas. My favorite, of course, was my pair of Luther socks (“Here I stand”) which the OM sent to Germany for.

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I was quite touched to say the least.

The best present was having my wonderful children (and the wee babes) home and knowing that they love to be there.

We had lots of fun. After daughter #2 and her DH left on Wednesday, daughter #1 and I even got a few things done around the old manse. We found and brought up our old crib which had been dismantled back in the early ’90s, wrapped in plastic and stored in the basement. She and the OM managed to put it back together (without a manual) and then we scrubbed it ’til it looks like new.

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We went to Buy, Buy, Baby and bought a new crib mattress. We are ready for small visitors. I should note that we also took all the dolls out of the doll case and washed/changed some doll clothes, rearranged the dolls and generally spruced everything up.

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I have a new calendar, a new year, a lot to be thankful for, and much to look forward to. How about you?

Technical difficulties

by chuckofish

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I would have posted today, but our internet was out at home all day yesterday. It is still out. Bah humbug.

Back tomorrow. Roger and out.