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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.

The party’s over

by chuckofish

Since New Year’s Eve is tomorrow, you may find the title of this post a little premature, but the party is over for us. Sons #2 and #3 have left, and the rest of us are back at work. We have no plans to celebrate the new Year and will probably be in bed long before midnight.  I’m not complaining. We had a superb Christmas!

Everything looked peaceful and pretty.

The cat even sat on my lap (briefly).

Gifts came with elaborate cards and difficult riddles, and there was at least one shudder-inducing present.

It’s alive! Nicole can now make her own Kombucha

We received books, music, DVDs (including the wonderful Captain Newman, M.D. from my DP), art (again, from my DP), socks, and things less easy to categorize. We played board games, talked and talked, and ate too much chocolate.  The cat entertained us with her feline combat skills. When temperatures plummeted way below zero (into the -20s), we had an excuse to stay inside. It was so much fun that I forgot to take pictures and most of the ones I did shoot turned out like this:

It has a certain modernist appeal, don’t you think?

But now the party’s over and it’s time to look forward to a new year.  I’ve settled on one New Year’s resolution, which I’m stealing from my dear Dual Personality’s post yesterday. I’m going to “foil my foes with joy”!  What about you?

Here’s a poem to contemplate as the new year dawns:

Barter, by Sara Teasdale

Life has loveliness to sell,
   All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
   Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up
Holding wonder in a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
   Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
   Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
   Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
   Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

Happy New Year!

Come to rifle Satan’s fold

by chuckofish

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Twas much,
that man was
made like God before,
But that God should
be like man
much more

–John Donne (1572-1631)

Lest we forget.

This little babe, so few days old,
Is come to rifle Satan’s fold;
All hell doth at his presence quake.
Though he himself for cold do shake,
For in this weak unarmèd wise
The gates of hell he will surprise. 

With tears he fights and wins the field;
His naked breast stands for a shield;
His battering shot are babish cries,
His arrows looks of weeping eyes,
His martial ensigns cold and need,
And feeble flesh his warrior’s steed. 

His camp is pitchèd in a stall,
His bulwark but a broken wall,
The crib his trench, hay stalks his stakes,
Of shepherds he his muster makes;
And thus, as sure his foe to wound,
The angels’ trumps alarum sound. 

My soul, with Christ join thou in fight;
Stick to the tents that he hath pight;
Within his crib is surest ward,
This little babe will be thy guard.
If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy,
Then flit not from this heavenly boy.

Christmas vacation is coming to an end. Sigh. It’s back to work on Tuesday. Still can’t believe how 2017 raced by. Here’s hoping you foil thy foes with joy in 2018.

A few postcards from Christmas

by chuckofish

All the feels…

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And, remarkably, no one got sick!

The diet starts next week.

“Out of all the things you could not have there were some that you could have and one of those was to know when you were happy and to enjoy all of it while it was there and it was good.”

–Ernest Hemingway, Islands in the Stream

Cheers!

by chuckofish

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So we’ve been pretty preoccupied these last few days. We’ll be back soon when we have a minute to reconnoiter.

Daughter #2 and her DH are heading back east today. Uncle Nate was a big hit.

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Things will slow down a bit now. Everybody needs a rest.

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Hope you enjoyed your Christmas long weekend!

Hey! Unto you a child is born!*

by chuckofish

While perusing the internet recently, I kept coming across the phrase “the war on Christmas”. I’m not going to comment on this notion other than to say that (true or not) there’s a simple remedy. There’s nothing stopping us from celebrating as we choose. Go all out! I don’t mean with parties and decorations and presents. I mean really celebrate the birth of Jesus. Naysayers can’t stand happy people. And we have plenty to feel happy about.

Despite some nasty winter weather, my last traveler has arrived safely home, and we are now in full pre-Christmas activity  mode. Currently, four of us are scattered around the living room with laptops and tea, while outside it’s loudly sleeting. Son #1 is at work — poor lad.

The cat, having chased the red laser dot up and down the stairs multiple times, has collapsed on the sofa with Keekaw.

We are almost ready for the big day. Our wrapping is just about done, we made a kitty cave out of a box (you can see it in the background in this picture), and we’re preparing a list so the DH can go foraging for supplies.

What’s more, the Christmas cactus actually has ONE flower!

It’s only the second time I’ve gotten it to flower, so I’m super pleased.

Remember to take the time to enjoy your Christmas. It’s important!

*Barbara Robinson, The Best Christmas Pageant Ever!

“I count my blessings instead of sheep”*

by chuckofish

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If all goes well today, and barring any travel mishaps, everyone should be home tonight! The wee babes are coming over and we are babysitting while their parents go to a party. They will get their first look at White Christmas (1954) and can start storing that great dialogue away for future reference.

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A momentous occasion to be sure!

We do not expect to have a white Christmas ourselves…

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…but that’s okay with me. Maybe there will be a little “mood snow” as our favorite meteorologist Dave Murray calls it…

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Meanwhile…

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I’ll toast y’all tonight!

O God, our heavenly Father, whose glory fills the whole creation, and whose presence we find wherever we go: Preserve those who travel ; surround them with your loving care; protect them from every danger; and bring them in safety to their journey’s end; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. (BCP)

The embroidery at the top of the page is “Sisters” by Annette Fienieg (Pinterest).

*Irving Berlin, of course

“Nobody can fool me.”*

by chuckofish

I watched A Charlie Brown Christmas last night, so now I am ready for Christmas.

I’m sure I have not missed it in 51 years.

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Here are a few things from the internet.

This short interview with Jean-Claude Van Damme is great.  I use a paper planner too:

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This calendar has weekly scripture quotes: “The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul that seeks him.” (Lamentations 3:25)…and all the Jewish holidays!

(I watched the first three episodes of Jean Claude Van Johnson on Amazon. I chuckled throughout. Good to see JCVD back in the saddle and able to laugh at himself.)

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And I think I need one of these hats:

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I like that–“Antique Archaeology”.

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Not yet, but I don’t want to rush Christmas!

Take it easy.

*JCVD