dual personalities

“Lookin’ out my back door”*

by chuckofish

Doo doo doo…How was your weekend? Mine was quite pleasant, despite some bad weather. Sometimes bad weather causes us to slow down and settle in at home for some quiet time, and that is not a bad thing.

I took daughter #1 to the airport early on Saturday morning and she headed off to the east coast.

IMG_3279.JPG

She and daughter #2 and DN had so much fun, but I wasn’t jealous or anything.

Screen Shot 2019-02-10 at 12.16.50 PM.png

Indeed, the OM and I had our own good time at the Elegant Italian Dinner–so good, in fact, that we all forgot to take any pictures. Just one:

IMG_4755.jpegThe wee babes, despite being tired and a bit cranky when they arrived, took right to the nursery and had a fine time playing and eating pizza with the other kids.

I read a lot of A Light in August by William Faulkner. Besides learning some new words (morganatic: “relating to or denoting a marriage in which neither the spouse of lower rank, nor any children, have any claim to the possessions or title of the spouse of higher rank”), I can see how this book published in 1932, added several stereotypes to our culture, evidenced profusely in other people’s books and movies ever after.

I worked on organizing our CDs and DVDs.  I hemmed some pants.

IMG_3872.JPG

I cleaned and puttered and tidied.

IMG_3873.JPG

All in all, not an unproductive weekend.

I must also add my high fives for our she-ro Dolly Parton, who was honored as 2019 MusiCares Person Of The Year. The eight-time Grammy winner is the first artist from “the Nashville music community” (please) to be honored at the annual Grammy Week gala benefiting music people in need. Well, it’s about time those snobs did so, I’d say.

Have a great week!

*John Fogerty

Just winging it like everybody else*

by chuckofish

I had a pleasant, quiet week, and we even made a little progress in the kitchen. The stove is now in the right place and we can use the dishwasher! Counters are finally on (re)order and should be here in a couple of weeks. My do-it-yourself job was to paint the breadbox that son #2 made for me some years ago. Voilà!

As you can see, I painted it to match the sideboard and all the blue and white china.

Now I’ve put my paint brushes away for the time-being and plan to concentrate on getting the house back in order. I can’t tell you what a pleasure it is to be at home without workmen or the prospect of their imminent arrival.  I am fortunate indeed.

Aside from puttering around, I finished reading the second book in a series by former MI5 director Stella Rimington. They’re quite enjoyable books that seem very plausible, have good characters, and neither whitewash nor demonize our enemies. While certainly not deep, these books are refreshingly candid. Best of all, the heroine is intelligent and likeable without being unrealistically superhuman. Though she’s now 82, Dame Rimington is still writing.

Clearly, her brain remains as agile as ever. I wish I could say the same about my own!

Yesterday I was sad to see that Albert Finney passed away.

He sure was cute and full of life when he started out. Booze and hard living eventually stole his looks but he was always a great actor.  Let’s consider watching Tom Jones tonight.  Without doubt it is his very best movie.

If you’re in the mood for something contemporary, try The Big Sick (2017), a story about an aspiring Pakistani comedian, his developing relationship with a white graduate student, and their families.

Basically, it’s a sweet, funny story about two people falling in love and dealing with a clash of cultures. It has a good script and relatable characters and it doesn’t rely on vulgarity for its laughs. How refreshing.

Here’s to octogenarian writers, the dearly departed, and winging it for another week!

*The Big Sick

“Like a twig on the shoulders of a mighty stream.”*

by chuckofish

Another week almost in the books…it was long, rainy and filled with the usual ups and downs, swings and misses, and bombshell drops at work.

I am always cheered by the photos the boy takes and texts of the wee babes at their preschool. I love this one of Lottie and her friend Mattie embracing/greeting each other. Screen Shot 2019-02-04 at 11.27.55 AM.pngIMG_4599.jpegIMG_4591.jpeg

The last two are of a color matching game they were playing at school. Remarkable children!

This weekend I have more plans on my social calendar than usual. Later today daughter #1 is driving here from Mid-MO and then I will drive her to the airport in the morning. She is going to a conference in Washington D.C. and will also spend a night with daughter #2 and DN in Maryland. They are going to have way too much fun.

Saturday night is the Elegant Italian Dinner at church, a much-anticipated annual event where we eat lasagna and salad by candlelight and hope that nobody knocks the bar over (like last year). The boy and daughter #3 are attending with us this year while the wee babes enjoy pizza in the nursery. We are delighted that they are going with us.

Since today is the birthday of James Dean (1931-1955), I suggest watching one of his three movies this weekend: Rebel Without a Cause (1955), East of Eden (1955) or Giant (1956). I will probably opt for Rebel Without a Cause. Because, hello.

Screen Shot 2019-02-07 at 11.36.27 AM.png

It is also the birthday of another of my faves, William Tecumseh Sherman.

Screen Shot 2019-02-07 at 12.23.41 PM

So I will toast him tonight.

William Tecumseh Sherman, excerpt from a personal letter
I confess, without shame, I am sick
and tired of fighting—its glory is
all moonshine; even success
the most brilliant is over dead
and mangled bodies, with the
anguish and lamentations of distant
families, appealing to me for sons,
husbands and fathers; tis only those
who have never heard a shot,
never heard the shriek and groans
of the wounded and lacerated that cry
aloud for more blood, more vengeance,
more desolation
–Johnny Noiπ

Have a great weekend, travel safely and make good choices.

Screen Shot 2019-02-07 at 1.29.56 PM.png

Be still my heart.

And, hey, Ted Drewes opens for its 90th season on February 12!

Screen Shot 2019-02-07 at 4.58.13 PM.png

@explorestlouis

*Del Griffith in Planes, Trains and Automobiles (1987)

Train of thought Thursday

by chuckofish

Screen Shot 2019-02-05 at 10.18.10 AM.png

Ain’t that the truth.

Well, today is the birthday of Olympic swimmer and film star Buster Crabbe.

Clarence Linden Crabbe II grew up in Hawaii and went to USC where he was the school’s first All-American swimmer (1931) and a 1931 NCAA freestyle titleist. At the 1928 Olympics in Amsterdam, he won the bronze medal for the 1,500 meters freestyle. Four years later in Berlin, he won the 1932 Olympic gold medal for the 400-meter freestyle swimming event.

Screen Shot 2019-02-06 at 5.23.55 PM.png

20-year old Buster at the 1928 Olympics

His swimming prowess (and the fact that he was adorable) launched his career on the silver screen. He became the undisputed king of motion-picture adventure serials during the 1930s and 1940s. You might remember him as Flash Gordon…

Screen Shot 2019-02-06 at 5.57.16 PM.png

…or as Tarzan…

Screen Shot 2019-02-06 at 6.02.05 PM.png

…or as Buck Rogers…

Screen Shot 2019-02-07 at 6.29.50 AM.png

Well, although I can’t say I’ve ever actually seen one of his serials or movies–he was a bit before my time–I’ll toast him tonight.

“The characteristic of genuine heroism is its persistency. All men have wandering impulses, fits and starts of generosity. But when you have resolved to be great, abide by yourself, and do not weakly try to reconcile yourself with the world. The heroic cannot be the common, nor the common the heroic.”

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

And tomorrow is Friday!

“The broken are the more evolved. Rejoice.”*

by chuckofish

Last weekend, as you know, I was planning to watch John Ford movies in honor of his birthday. I watched How Green Was My Valley (1941) and Fort Apache (1948) and enjoyed both immensely.

But for a change of pace, I  also watched Split (2016) starring James McAvoy and written and directed by M. Night Shyamalan, who you may have heard, is in the middle of a huge career comeback.

Screen Shot 2019-02-05 at 12.15.55 PM.pngThe plot is basically: three girls are kidnapped by a man with 23 diagnosed distinct personalities. “They must try to escape before the apparent emergence of a frightful new 24th.” James McAvoy plays the guy with DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) and he is very impressive. I mean really. Why was he not nominated for an Academy Award? Good grief, I don’t know.

Anyway, it is a sequel to Unbreakable (2000).

Screen Shot 2019-02-05 at 11.43.46 AM.pngShyamalan made it on a shoestring ($10M) using his own money. It did great and the sequel Glass (2019)–also made for a mere $20M–has been #1 for three weeks. This pleases me, as it demonstrates that you do  not have to spend a boatload of money to make a good movie. It is the story/script that is most important and not the CG histrionics.

Screen Shot 2019-02-05 at 11.53.12 AM.png

It is an interesting story and not overly scary/weird/gross/and or violent. I liked it, so I recommend it.

Also please note that it is 31 days of Oscar on TCM and they are showing a lot of good movies. Time to set your DVR! The schedule is here.

*The Beast, Split (2016)

Deep thoughts

by chuckofish

Screen Shot 2019-02-04 at 1.23.05 PM.png

I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite — only a sense of existence. Well, anything for variety. I am ready to try this for the next 1000 years, and exhaust it. How sweet to think of! My extremities well charred, and my intellectual part too, so that there is no danger of worm or rot for a long while. My breath is sweet to me. O how I laugh when I think of my vague indefinite riches. No run on my bank can drain it — for my wealth is not possession but enjoyment.

–Henry David Thoreau, Letter to Harrison Gray Otis Blake (December 1856), as published in The Correspondence of Henry David Thoreau (1958)

Thankfulness is an essential guardian of the soul, and therefore we should guard ourselves with gratitude. Evidently we are fair game for the devil when we don’t abound with thanksgiving. Unless the song of thanksgiving is being sung in our hearts the enemy outside will deceive his way into the city of our soul, and the enemy sympathizers within will make his job easy. So for the sake of your own safety, strive to fill your heart with thanksgiving! Guard yourselves with gratitude!

–John Piper

Almighty God, Father of all mercies, we, thine unworthy servants, do give thee most humble and hearty thanks for all thy goodness and loving-kindness to us, and to all men. We bless thee for our creation, preservation, and all the blessings of this life; but above all, for thine inestimable love in the redemption of the world by our Lord Jesus Christ; for the means of grace, and for the hope of glory. And, we beseech thee, give us that due sense of all thy mercies, that our hearts may be unfeignedly thankful; and that we show forth thy praise, not only with our lips, but in our lives, by giving up our selves to thy service, and by walking before thee in holiness and righteousness all our days; through Jesus Christ our Lord, to whom, with thee and the Holy Ghost, be all honor and glory, world without end. Amen.

–A General Thanksgiving, BCP

(The painting is J. Alden Weir, 1859-1919, American Impressionist painter)

“Faith, hope, and love abide”*

by chuckofish

We had such a balmy weekend! My friends and I went to the MO Botanical Garden after church to see the Orchid Show and afterwards we sat on a bench outside for some time soaking up the sun. It was 67-degrees! After freezing all week, it felt great. People were very happy to be outdoors, I think, and complete strangers (and a child) engaged us in conversation. It was kind of amazing.

And the orchids were very dramatic.

IMG_3870.JPGIMG_3871.JPGIMG_3867.JPGIMG_3869.JPGIMG_3864.JPGIMG_3863.JPG

The wee babes had a big weekend. They went to see Disney on Ice…

Screen Shot 2019-02-03 at 3.49.54 PM.png

and had a play date and they came over to our house. Yikes Amighty. I am tired just thinking about it. We had fun reading books…

IMG_7310.jpegand counting “all the bunnies” (again) in the china cabinet and eating burgers ‘n tots.

We did not watch the Super Bowl. I hear that the Rams lost. Well. Big Deal. I could use another day to catch up, but it’s back to the salt mine! Have a good week.

*I Cor. 13:13

The safest road to hell is the gradual one — the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts*

by chuckofish

It was a funny week — for the most part, frigid weather left me muffled up at home puttering around the house,  reading, and thinking. I even skipped a department meeting! Yet all has not been blissful coziness. I am on the board of a local church-affiliated charity organization (comprised of several member churches) that runs a thrift shop and food pantry and gives emergency aid to those in need. We are bursting at the seams at our present location, and we  need to find a bigger place. Yesterday a sub-group of us met with a realtor to look at a huge, 8000 square foot property. Some board members want to start a capital campaign to raise money for the purchase. They have ambitious plans to expand our services and they want to run the organization on a business model.

Their enthusiasm is laudable, but I cannot help feeling that we are getting away from our mission, which is to help people in our small catchment area. In my view we should be closer to the widow’s mite than the money lenders. In other words, our operation should concentrate on the human aspect, rather than fiscal growth.

William Teulon Blandford Fletcher’s The Widow’s Mite

Why do we need to act as if we are in a fund-raising competition? And isn’t it true that the bigger we get, the more overhead cost we’ll have? Won’t the money simply go to support the charity and not the people who need help?  Bigger is not necessarily better, right? Perhaps I should remind my colleagues to “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it” (Matthew 7:13) — they mean well, but good intentions without clear thought just get everyone into trouble.

The moral of the story? Easy charity isn’t charity at all. We should always examine our motives and think deeply about the consequences of our actions before we act.

Just in case you are interested in feeding your stomach as well as your soul, I’m going to share the easy and delicious dinner I made last night. Gnocchi with beef and zucchini. Here’s the sauce,

and here’s the gnocchi.

I recommend frying them for crispness but you can also follow the recipe and boil them if you prefer your food soft and mushy. I did not have the chili paste called for in the recipe, so I just added a few red pepper flakes. The mascarpone adds a subtle sweetness, and while the sauce would probably turn out fine with another cheese, try it first with the mascarpone!

Have a great weekend, “And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him” (Colossians 3:17).

*C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters

“Shakespeare was not meant for taverns… nor for tavern louts.”*

by chuckofish

Screen Shot 2019-01-31 at 1.58.28 PM.png

What a week–besides being impressively busy at work, it was freezing cold! Schools were closed all over the place (and with good reason) but we soldiered on and stayed open. I donned my old wool sweaters and dealt with hat-hair.

Screen Shot 2019-01-31 at 11.27.21 AM.png

Thankfully temps are warming up and it promises to be quite balmy over the weekend. I can’t wait.

Since today is the birthday of John Ford (February 1, 1894 – August 31, 1973), the obvious choice for movie viewing this weekend is any number of his stellar films.

Screen Shot 2019-01-31 at 8.20.00 PM.png

By most accounts, he was kind of a real S.O.B., but that notwithstanding, he was the greatest of all films directors. (Orson Welles, Ingmar Bergman and Akira Kurosawa agree with me.)

Screen Shot 2019-01-31 at 7.42.11 PM.png

So what shall it be?

Stagecoach (1939)

Young Mr. Lincoln (1939)

Drums Along the Mohawk (1939)

The Grapes of Wrath (1940)

How Green Was My Valley (1941)

They Were Expendable (1945)

My Darling Clementine (1946)

Fort Apache (1948)

3 Godfathers (1948)

She Wore a Yellow Ribbon (1949)

Wagon Master (1950)

Rio Grande (1950)

The Quiet Man (1952)

Mr. Roberts (1955)

The Searchers (1956)

The Horse Soldiers (1959)

Sergeant Rutledge (1960)

The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962)

How the West Was Won (1962)

Mighty impressive. I am  leaning toward How Green Was My Valley.

Screen Shot 2019-01-31 at 7.30.06 PM.png

What do you think?

 

screenshot2019-01-31at8.08.33pm

Choose joy this weekend, and by that I mean, watch a good movie!

*Granville Thordyke in My Darling Clementine.

What are you reading?

by chuckofish

FullSizeRender-2.jpeg

I read a lot and I am always looking for something new/old to read. Right now I am reading A Light in August by William Faulkner, which I have never read before. We’ll see how far I get.

Here are a few things to read from around the internet:

From the gee-no-kidding department.

This was interesting!

Here’s a picture of John Wayne and his daughter Aissa on the set of Hatari! (1962). He loved to have his kids with him on set/location. Sometimes they even had a little part in the film. She looks just like him.

Screen Shot 2019-01-30 at 5.12.03 PM.png

And this was a good thought from Conan O’Brien:

I had a great conversation with Albert Brooks once. When I met him for the first time, I was kind of stammering. I said, you make movies, they live on forever. I just do these late-night shows, they get lost, they’re never seen again and who cares? And he looked at me and he said, [Albert Brooks voice] “What are you talking about? None of it matters.” None of it matters? “No, that’s the secret. In 1940, people said Clark Gable is the face of the 20th Century. Who [expletive] thinks about Clark Gable? It doesn’t matter. You’ll be forgotten. I’ll be forgotten. We’ll all be forgotten.” It’s so funny because you’d think that would depress me. I was walking on air after that.

Stay humble.

Screen Shot 2019-01-30 at 6.00.17 PM.png

Enjoy your Thursday. Friday is just around the corner!