recommendations from Ms Kim

Everything's Eventual: 14 Dark Tales, by Stephen King. Ah, Stephen King; you were one of the first authors I really got into reading, way back in that middle school library, and you still have me hooked. I think I'm actually going to write a letter to the guy, for true. In this anthology King approaches, as he notes in his notes, many of the stories that are horror staples, such as the idea of premature burial (I'll note that one in particular has a snicker-worthy ending, interestingly). Actually, many of the stories are not even so much horror as exactly what the title purports - they're dark tales. Not so much scary as rather what King seems to love to go for: unsettling. All that, and a couple stories that are Dark Tower tie-ins, one directly about Roland, and another explaining the origin of one of the side characters, Dinky Earnshaw. Anyway. Go read Stephen King! Like David Brin and the Rock, he's an author who writes for the people.

Swimming with Sharks, with Kevin Spacey and Michelle Forbes. Entertaining! And, it's odd to see Admiral Cain from BSG in another role. Especially a somewhat smoochy role. I can only imagine what kind of lovin' her character had on the Pegasus. Anyway, I thought this movie was very interesting, in terms of it being a character study with an emphasis on progression, but man the ending still just does not click for me at all. I get the logic of it, after having it explained to me, and that makes sense, but on a more intuitive level something is just not right. I don't know, someone watch it and tell me whether I'm just being dense.

-and, a great column on using aikido in a social sense

easy as pie...mmm...pie....

Talking with Wyatt last night about the recently (mutually) read novel, False Gods, we realized it would be pretty workable for some fun essay writing. Because I really am that weird, and would consider doing that.

One interesting duality we couldn't really resolve was whether the main figure of the novels (Horus) is expressing more of a Lucifer-allegory, or a Jesus-allegory. There are points towards the latter - messianic nature, father-son role, the end feeling of being forsaken - and that makes for an interesting, "what if Jesus was fallen?" story. But, I think the primary aspect of Horus' nature being ambition really skews it all towards a more Lucifer-ic archetype. And that, especially, when viewed in light of the overall epic (a failed attempt at usurping), though the pathos surrounding his fall is much more interesting than the fall itself.

From a different angle, I bet there's some fun Freudian analysis that could be done, especially with the sons (Horus and the other primarchs) and their desires and envies and conflict with their father (the Emperor). One might question, though, where's the female, mother aspect of that, though? Well! I say that can make a wonderful segway into the other aspects of the novel, such as the religion that springs from the ranks of the remembrancers, who embody a kind of feminine (as opposed to the warriors) in their poetry, music, and such, and moreover contain the only female characters in the novels in their ranks. Oo! I forgot the witchy gal that helped with Erebus' dream-manipulating. Mmm. That would also make a crazy, mother-birth angle. Anyway, I could go on.

-an interesting point; I wish I'd found it while I was using narcissism as my focus in literary theory, alas...
"Narcissus does not fall in love with his reflection because it is beautiful, but because it is his. If it were his beauty that enthralled him, he would be set free in a few years by its fading.”
~W.H. Auden

This actually happened to me, while working in the hospital. My reaction was a bit more sedate, though, as the first person I could tell it to was a gentleman suffering from delusions that he couldn't get his bed into the parking space quite right.

nooo, damnit, noooooo!!!! (in a good way)

False Gods, by Graham McNeill. Well, if one wants to ask the question, how does one follow up an amazing start to an epic series of novels by Dan Abnett in any satisfying way, the answer is to call on Graham McNeill. If I were so inclined to give awards, he'd get Best Author I've Never Ever Heard of Before. I'd go on about the grand space opera that The Horus Heresy is shaping up to be, on how it has so skillfully taken the already-well-done backstory of the 40k setting and made it into a heart-achingly personal narrative, but I fear that it just wouldn't have the same import to a reader not versed at least somewhat with the original setting. So it's up to Wyatt and I to struggle through them, I guess - not struggle on account of poor quality, of course, but just on account of how tragic the story is - I'm sure I looked randomly stricken at several points this past weekend because of it. Now, let's just hope the next author can match up to the first two....

And as a postscript, the opposition and synthesis of religion, politics, and science in The Horus Heresy is almost already a match for Herbert's Dune novels, in my opinion, in the sense of the Dune epic being well-regarded in academic literary circles for that aspect. Unlike Stargate, which has made it kind of banal, but I guess I can give them points for trying, within a television show and all that.

Things of Note - A Very Long Weekend

-nothing like getting to a hotel at 2am, only to find they didn't hide your key outside like they said they would...mmm, sleeping in the car...
-bad idea: a dog show in a fairgrounds building, fine, whatever, but to avoid dust, watering it down? dog show in mud: annoying
-best brewery logo ever: a kokopelli sprinting for all he's worth, while chugging a giant beer stein
-in Cortez, they don't have Sheriff's deputies....they actually have a Sheriff's posse...no lie
-wandering around in a little juniper forest, I came to a random, tiny cliff, and a massive, green, cloud-dappled valley, and not to be melodramatic, but for a split second I gained a better understanding of that Shangri-la documentary I watched a while back
-thank Mr Nice Cop for not giving too big of a ticket on the way home
-taking silly photos with dinosaurs: awesome
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Cassini photojournal - I like the photo of Titan's terrain the best

on masticating

The random things I have taken upon myself to cook! A random list. Of, basically, three things. One was mango slices with lime, chile powder, and salt. Interesting, much better than the dried versions I've had, but also half-assed, and I had no business trying to slice a mango. Completely incompetent. Then, for a 'romantic dinner,' there was some pepper-spiced lamb from Trader Joe's (best store ever), which I kind of mangled the searing of, and vegetables which I cooked a bit too long (but luckily Ms Kim likes them mushy), sparkling apple cider, and a simple salad. I forgot to bake the apple turnover thingamabobs, though! And last night, it was the lamb, seared much more competently this time, and sliced, which made it a lot better somehow than the random chunks it came in, which we wrapped up in garlic nan (won't be getting that again, that's definitely a restaurant-only food) for some odd gyro-ish sammiches, and edamame as a random complement. And limeade.

Long story short, what I'm getting at is that I hope to improve in both quality and creativity, perhaps even do food photography at some point, as we've found the lotus-lamp in the dining room is fun for still lifes. Yay!
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I don't really quite believe this would work, but identifying songs by phone is an interesting idea

not quite time for World War Hulk, Mme Penguin

But it's getting closer! Anyhoo, Buffy 3 continues to do everything I wanted to the television show to do, and promises to keep on doing it. The only way it could get better is if they brought Illyria into it somehow. The art of New X-Men 38 fits this arc perfectly, and answers the question, "At what point would one mix Hellboy-esque art with Marvel mutants?" There you go, Mme Penguin. There you go. Though Stormwatch PHD 7 isn't exactly the Die Hard style romp it was touted as, it sure is a lot of fun, nonetheless! Still one of the most bar-none clever books out there. There's an interesting cameo in Gen13 8, and though it's still not quite the Gen13 of yore, it's developing it's own voice, I think. And what a great reference back to an obscure, meaningless moment involving panties on Grunge's head, ending in a boob-honk! Hilarious, I assure you. At least Mme Penguin knows what the hell I'm talking about. And, lastly, The Lost Books of Eve still has me interested, what with the fun twist on Biblical pre-history, and the adorable and oddly sexy-but-not art.

on adjectives

Going back and reading Autobiography of Red again, I'm realizing it's one of those texts where I just wasn't mature enough to really get into or appreciate it when I'd read it previously. But that's besides the point.

The introduction is interesting in how it points out that up through Homer's time (the Greek one, not the yellow one), adjectives were set and fixed. That is, anytime the dawn was mentioned, say, its rosy-fingers were also mentioned. And I remember learning that way back in eigth grade, even; of course, that probably made things easier, as my teacher of yore had pointed out, for all the balladeers reciting stuff from memory, to be able to flow through some stock adjectival description while remember the next part of the story.

But then this dude Stesichoros comes along. He's the guy who wrote the poem that Red is based upon. And, besides it totally twisting around one of Hercules' labors from heroic to tragic, he also blew the whole concept of adjectives out of the water. Instead of using the standards, he threw everything for a loop and started describing things poetically, and I don't have the text in front of me, but reading through his fragments he had some really interesting, clever turns of metaphor. Anyway, as was the point of that introduction, how much did that hep cat Stesichoros matter? I'd say a lot, given his historical and literary context. Otherwise maybe we'd have, say, rappers using the same old, tired, turns of phrase to desribe their wealth and women...oh...wait...hm.

Things of Note...an Oddly Long Weekend

-people were really determined to steal our pool table on Friday, like, rudely so
-it's fun to make up stories when one sees young women with olden folk, especially after midnight at a bar (I'm still voting, "I wouldn't have graduated if I hadn't...")
-man, we slept all day on Saturday, we were in nocturnal mode or something
-I did not cry at the end of Lassie...my eyes only welled up with water for some reason
-why do I drink when around Andrew? we may never know. it may have something to do with the tequila
-I got a curving, arcing shot in a corner pocket while playing pool! but the only person who saw it was the creepy pasty girl, and she didn't say anything
-I saw my first Sopranos episode, which, gratifyingly, had the hot Irani actress from The L Word in a sex scene
-bug zappers are awesome...and someone remind me to find a cheap dartboard! when I have more money, anyway

trizziviaball

I've always been a fan of courtesy (though the article's somewhat longish)

A quick intro to pilates, which I'd personally call a subtle-workout, it always surprises me with little things

They discovered Herod's tomb, mayhap? That seems like it should be important somehow.

Arkhanglesk has a cool coat of arms

In other news, The Boys are back in town! Woo!

on characterization and spanking

Mmm, spanking. I'll circle back around to that. First, some thoughts based on an editorial on Spiderman 3 that Ms Connie sent me. The editorial makes the point that unlike Pan's Labyrinth, say, which really explored some interesting aspects of the nature of a shape-shifter, S3 just makes the Sandman brutish, at best. Which I'm of two minds on; in one sense, yeah, that's pretty much what he is in the comics, so they kind of stayed true to the source...but, in another sense, even as I watched the movie I was thinking, hey, wow, if his body is like that now, he could live forever, I wonder what he thinks about his immortality (etc, etc).
On a bit of a flipside, Venom was really given short-shrift, to many ardent fans' irritation, it turns out. There I think there was more source material to really explore Venom's mindset, but the issue in that case rather was a confusion of which source material they wanted to use, I'm guessing. They obviously couldn't do the original Secret Wars origin, where Parker gets it on another planet in a forced cape-war, so as far as I understand it instead of coming up with something new (military experiment, maybe?), they (as I've heard it) went with the Ultimate storyline, and I don't think that cut it for the more pragmatic of viewers (ie, the luck of the meteorite landing perfectly right next to him, and gently, at that).

As for the spanking, this line of thought was started because I realized last night that a bundle of thick sunflower stems would be really great for said activity. So! My (very) quick reading of how the film Secretary doesn't eroticize or condone masochism. That is, while at the beginning the female main character cuts herself (in this interpretation) as a way of feeling like she has control, there is nothing erotic attached to the act, so it's not even taking-pleasure-in-pain, so much. Later, though the spanking is of course obviously painful, the erotic element is about the transfer of power, the control she surrenders and he takes. Interestingly, along with that erotic element, her self-destructive behavior is banished or transcended or whathaveyou, eliminating the possibility of it being incorporated into their erotic relationship. Finally, at the climax of the movie, her behavior is an exemplary disply of self-control that no average person would accomplish, and while that may be considered socially-self-harming, there is no pleasure in it for her (she's doing it for a specific purpose), and furthermore it's a manifestation of control, by both her lover and herself.

le cry, want more Venom

Spider-Man 3, with that guy from Panic at the Disco oh wait I mean Spider-Man. Seriously, that emo bit was kind of hilarious. Someone made the interesting point on the radio that Sam Raimi was maybe following in part the storyline from the Ultimate label, which suddenly makes a helluva lot clearer about the movies. I'll still point out that I think it might help if someone were interested in reading the comics to remember that the literary version right now, and even for many years now, is what the movie-character will eventually grow up to be - the hero that the other heroes cheer on. All that said, I didn't think the movie was as horrible as I'd heard it made out to be (hee, Bruce Campbell can save anything, and Bryce Dallas Howard - wowzers), but it wasn't exactly great, either. Ironically, here's one point I think where a comic book movie might have actually made a better novel.

Stock Investing for Dummies, by
Paul Mladjenovic. Whoa that's a crazy last name. Mlaaad...anyway, pretty damn good book, lent by Wyatt. For as dry as one would think the topic would be, the author is concise, personable, and even punny in getting his explanations across. Not much to say, except that this book does exactly what it sets out to do - it's a perfect starter point for getting into its topic and full of further resources to look into. Now, who wants to invest in Wyatt and I, so we have some capital to work with?

ooo, practical knowledge, that's the best

Interesting thing learned by Ms Kim today! Instead of scolding a dog for barking, it's better to distract them away from whatever set them off, and thank them for doing a job (protecting, alerting - "omg, Kevin's home look it's omg Kevin omg!"). Then, instead of being confused by being berated for something they see as necessary and useful, they feel fulfilled and acknowledged and stop barking! And it works. Awesome.

This is what it would look like were someone to force me to conduct an interview

*gah! face*

My dad recently ran into some people of note in the course of his job. One set was the Couple from Hell. They had every complaint one could possibly have, invented new ones each day, complained and cursed and tiraded, and on top of that somehow the contractors managed to spill stuff and break heirlooms each day (the wife even got some of them to do her laundry and fold her clothes, underwear included). At first it seemed they were playing some sort of manipulation-game, the husband and wife playing off of each other for advantage and unbalancing; as my dad spent more time around her, though, there was a point where she eventually broke down and sobbingly explained that she was in constant fear of her husband, and their literally almost never spoke to each other except for him to curse and scorn her. Not sure where to go with that, except to note the interesting shift a little more information can make in a situation, and that rich people aren't happy just for being rich, as the cliche goes.

The other interesting person he met was an elderly Japanese gentleman; my dad, finding common interest in his swords and bonsai trees, struck up a conversation with him. Apparently he had ranged around the world, and apparently ended up in the USA after having trained American spec-ops people in Europe after World War II. Long story short, the conversation turned to US troops in Iraq, and the Japanese gentleman suggested that the Americans were some of the technically best fighters in the world, but that they weren't killers, and would be doing 'better' if they were such. My dad queried (or rather, really, challenged), like the Japanese in China? (hinting at atrocities committed) The immediate answer was, "Exactly!" Which threw my dad off a little, needless to say. But it was an interesting exchange.

to be written in two colors

Wow, been a while since I posted a poem. Haven't decided whether the shadow is in a Jungian sense or more fantastic literal sense.

Hijacked
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Happiness becomes a discipline when there has been no rest.
No blissful oblivion, no blessedly smothering darkness
blanketed my eyes, my dry eyes that could not close.
Crystalline tears formed and held acid rimmed eyelids
open to the not-black, the ghostly light that shouldn't-be
of a moonlit night with the curtains pulled.
And in that noir of half-dreaming and sleepless trance, it-

The morning is not bright.
(greylight scab-red curtains it weighs)
Her body is cold, it's never cold.
(my head down my eyes veiled it thickens)
Where there isn't light. Behind me, inside me.
(my voice thoughts are pain suspicious)
Her dream, her voice, it's absurd.
(or is it darkly true, tenebrous verity, I-)
am shadow through the dark glass
(Why am I mute? The world is frosted in smoke.)
I become I subsume I am shadow
(Despair. It is all I can manage: to breathe, weakly. My shadow is me.)

Pretty random, Mme Penguin.

Pretty random. That is, the comics for this week. Take Midnighter 7, a comic I never really would have thought about getting, but for that I'd read that it was supposed to explain his much-vaunted anticipation-powers. The Memento-style ordering of things is kind of amusingly clever, but my favorite Midnighter moment is still him getting his ass handed to him by well-drawn jujitsu in Stormwatch: Team Achilles. I'm sure you agree, Mme Penguin. Initiative 2 is proving to be much more interesting than the other Avengers titles, a lot more expansive in setting and intriguing in characters, and is really capturing the spirit of what was supposed to happen after Civil War, I think (also: George Bush calls Yellowjacket "Pymmie"). I'm not exactly sure why I got Amazons Attack 1, which is pretty, but kind of a nonsensical beachhead issue. The Amazons...well, attack. Funny the imagery of them blowing up the Washington Monument, though. Ironically, kind of a ditto for Damnation Crusade 3 - as much as it's written by an amazing novel author, it's not really going anywhere, and I'm not too keen on the new art. Now, Wisdom 5, on the other hand, has Pete Wisdom kicking men, hard, in the balls. And I loved how it got creepier and creepier...only to have a hilarious ending, which still amazingly ties into the British subconscious-culture. And Runaways 26 is a step away from the Whedon-izing I was worried about, and was utterly hilarious (I can't quite explain the sheer humor of "Put the thing in the thing!" properly), though I'm leary of that time travel twist. Man, we hate time travel usually, don't we, Mme Penguin?

some disparates

On Sunday afternoon, while finishing off my Farscape dvds, and enjoying the almost-stormy weather, I decided to use my spare time to finally play some Cashflow. I really don't think it's a game for everyone; it's less a boardgame than a kind of fun educational tool. But if you're interested in a SimCity type deal but with personal finances, it's great - for an archetypical example of a benefit, one might experiment with behavior one would never do in real life.

I made two 'players' - Jinn, and Dove (incidentally the name of the main character of the erotica I've written, so it was kind of like playing with an ex-pornstar). Grabbing randomly out of the profession choices, Jinn became a teacher (low salary) and Dove became a doctor (high salary, but also higher expenses). Long story short, I found it intensely interesting that I made poor investment choices with Dove, knowing she had more money to spare, and then we she had bad luck, I ended up having no savings. With Jinn, however, whom I was more careful with, I ended up my playing time with him having an inordinate amount of savings, several well paying investments, and able to weather the downturns-by-luck quite easily. Basically, what I'm getting at is that I learned in inordinate amount by playing this game for a couple hours, and just the opposition of each invented player's relative position barely scratches the surface.

Man, for as good a film as Fight Club is, and as skillfully as it is scripted and put together, it's kind of a downer in a sense. That is, after we watched it at the Loft on Friday, I was in a mood for at least a little bit where I was distrusting all sorts of aspects of my life, or my desires for them, just like the characters in the movie. Maybe that's a good thing, in a sense? In other news, the screenwriter, who was there for question-and-answer after the film, seemed kind of a jerk at first, but was ultimately an interesting guy, in the end.

Again, makes me think of vampires...

And from Ms Connie (herself quoting out of an article), "If Star Trek is a utopian civics lesson, in a surgical theatre, Farscape is anonymous sex. In a sewer."

Things of Note - A Boo'ful Weather Weekend

-I chopped every dang plant-y thing in all three yards...thorny ones, citrusy ones, shrubbery, rose...ery; and, now I'm sunburnt and having trouble typing on account of worn-out forearms
-out of all the thorns, the one thing that really went into my skin was a freaking twig! I had to pull a damn twig, millimeter by millimeter, out of my knuckle.
-Mattie kicks ass at rally obedience! Woo!
-she can also do parkour in my family's backyard, including pirouettes atop the thin privacy wall...everyone's jaw dropped, for reals
-that sharp dagger I got several Christmas's back was incredibly handy with the mesquites - yay practical use for decoration! Now if I sharpen that kukri, I bet I could shave another third off the yardwork time...
-a prescription for being bummed: Buddha stories, Love Actually, and Sonoran hot dawgs, aw yeah
-for a Sunday afternoon after a day of yardwork: yoga, Nico's, Farscape (stupid Season 2 cliffhanger ending!!!), and playing with myself (I'll explain that in the next post)
-do not let dogs that like to eat near my mom, unless you want them to explode
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Not even sure how to describe it - interesting, though

ker-trivaball

Random interesting historical figure for the day - Boston Corbett

Old news, I know, but wowie! Gliese, though? That's the name for the planet?

A collection of interesting plates and excerpts from the great Paradise Lost

just a couple, Mme Penguin...

Well, only a couple comics we like coming out this week, Mme Penguin (hence Ms Kim getting the second Fables volume, per the credit card minimum). But they were good ones! Barracuda 3 continues the oh-my-god craziness of the first couple comics, upping the ante with some sweet tranny lurv and mad machine-gunning. I'm not even sure how to describe it. It's like The Rundown in reverse, mixed with Once Upon a Time in Mexico, with referential flashbacks to Oz and Platoon. Yes. But why is Fifty white on the cover? In spite of all that fun, however, I think I liked Fallen Son: Avengers a bit more. There was a bit of humor in this comic, too ("Ill knock that stupid face off your face!!!"), but mostly it was just some pretty raw pathos. I have to say, though, that the Mighty Avengers subplot just didn't pull off at all what the New Avengers subplot did in terms of fleshing out the anger that this issue was supposed to embody (each Fallen Son issue embodying a different stage of grief).

And for the summer's big event, which I know you're excited about too, Mme Penguin, Hulk smash....well, everything!

Alaska retrospective, courtesy of Wyatt

(check out the other photos he recently uploaded, too, some recent ones from Colorado)
Yeah, grizzly = scary

Section 13 - hardest section to get into in the park

Braided rivers are fun to cross (not as dangerous as back when our dad did it thirty years ago, but still a trick)

The glacial pools were of note for the ice that fell into them periodically, making for a continuous thunder

And these little dudes scared the bejebus out of us with their loud-ass chirping

An interesting article (also from Wyatt); the kind of thing that spurs me on the path I've chosen, as even though I didn't join the military as I'd intended for many years, I feel I can help at home

Odd project - MapMyName

give lof, the doefulmon is nigh, the Ardent-loc incarnate!

Succubi, by Edward Lee. I got this book after reading about Lee, and the interesting note that he just wasn't published anymore because his books were so over top. Curious because of my interest in extremes, I found the cheapest of the used copies I could find (pretty much the only way to find his books, turns out), and though I didn't see what was so special about it for the first half of the book, damn but yeah I see why the prevailing opinion makes sense now.

There's incredible, gross violence, but that's intertwined with sex like...whoa (so, interestingly, if you end up finding it erotic, you end up feeling somewhat disturbed at yourself). At some point I'm going to go back and use a whiteboard to make a semantic web to connect all the themes and variations of sexuality and monstrosity that Lee interweaves - his writing might be pornographic in the more general sense of the word, but he pulls it off somewhat skillfully, I have to say, that is, with some amount of purpose.

Also of note is the interesting (though I'm quite curious as to the accuracy and veracity) use of Old English throughout the novel. Which I'll also note is great to use in a horror novel, as in reading it one constantly feels as if they can almost understand what it says, but not quite - a perfect effect to accent this kind of novel. Which is in a sense kind of an echo of Lee delving into what other authors gloss over as "too maddening to be described."

An interview of a great artist, Hope Larson (look up Salamander Dreams)

Blades of Glory, with Will Ferrell and Jon Heder. Despite the completely randomly violent distractions of the night (there's a warrant out for their testicles...though, why did we never consider ovaries?), we got to watch a fun bootleg. It was pretty funny, in a stupid way, with...sequins. I wouldn't say I'd go out of my way to watch it again, but then, I never really got into that kind of comedy very well, either, however. Um...yay, bromantic comedy? It sure wasn't any Hot Fuzz. But it was okay. In other news, we might be on a police cruiser's camera doing silly things.

Reading about dream interpretations because of some odd, completely implausible dreams (that weren't even mine, ironically), I learned something interesting, if it's true. But it makes sense - that is, that any person or 'character' in one's dream isn't really that person (this is all in one's own head, after all), but is simply some reflection of one's own unconscious. So it's kind of pointless to ascribe the meaning inherent to our connotation of that real life person; rather, they represent some more abstract notion within our psyche.

I vote it's a Lovecraftian alien (seriously, look up some of the descriptions on Wikipedia, I'm actually not kidding, in that regard)

Have you ever fired two guns whilst jumping through the air?

Hot Fuzz, with Simon Pegg and Nick Frost. And a cameo by Cate Blanchett, which I totally did not catch. While it starts out kind of meandering, kind of like Shaun of the Dead that soon leads to utter hilarity the closer the movie gets to the end. Unexpectedly gory, though. But damn, it was funny, British humor rocks. Except, I think the audience, in all of our applause and laughter, missed a good third of the jokes, as we laughed over the follow-up jokes in said quiet, British humor.

I'd noted it before, but I love how my mom looks at the world, or perhaps how she uses language, or both - for instance, I was setting up her cell for her, and she asked that I not put it on a ringer, but set it so it "sings." Unintentionally poetic, and now I imagine cell phones singing, instead of jarringly ringing.

Things of Note - a How Did We Fit That Much In Weekend?

-we seem to be a pox upon Car Spa; every time we go, there's some belligerently angry creepy person
-is it a good or bad omen if coyotes sing as the couple exchanges rings at a wedding? I vote good. I think?
-yay going to Club Crawl waaay overdressed!
-also, yay setting ourselves up in the exact center of Club Crawl and doing all sorts of crazy dances, yet not paying attention to the music at all
-poor Tia fell in the lake...and then down the hill...it was not a pleasant moment for her...yet it was hilarious
-I could see parkour up and down hills on Mt Lemmon; except for that whole, crumbling decaying rock part, it would be like parkour with landmines
-most amazingest house ever: right across from UMC....courtyards, the freaking village fountain, rooftop porch, wine cellar, cat box, several buildings, ivy'd walls, fruit trees...just, wow.

Happy 1/5 Day, Mme Penguin!

Get it, because it's a fraction of 4/20, and...oy, I blame that entirely on the Diesel Sweeties author, but I still think it's kind of funny. Anyway. Mme Penguin's reviews! Cable and Deadpool 39 is just as hilarious as ever, like, actually inducing mad giggling (how can anything that starts out with "I SHOOT YOU!" go wrong?), and interestingly within a sentence explains most of Deadpool's pyschotic behavior and fourth-wall breaking. X-Men 198, despite getting vehemently bad reviews from all sorts of people, gets solidly good reviews from me and Wizard, so ha! The Hecatomb is a great, original monster concept, and the action, characters, and setting are all still taut and interesting. One of the first DC comics I've ever gotten, 52 50 was nicely done. I don't really care for the setting or characters, but I have to admire what they've accomplished with the 52 project and this approaching conclusion - all that, and the Shaolin robot speaks in trigrams! Classic! Now, to find a copy of the I Ching and try to interpret. The 99c intro to Sheena was pretty randomly good, in a literary sense, ironically. X-23: Target X 5 is almost horror-thriller-esque (water-y basement, blood, etc), and the pathos and lovely art are impeccable. For Ms Kim I got Punisher 45, which plays with a darkly humorous storyline and some classic Punisher action. And the other first-DC-comic-bought was World War III: Hell is For Heroes - not as good as 52, I have to say, interesting, surprisingly gory, and world-spanning, but, I can't quite call it great. Maybe I'm just prejudiced against DC.

And: greatest video ever. Which Ms Kim figured out the twist to in her usual expectation-defying way - Wyatt, feel free to exclaim incredulously. Because I did, too.

ommm mane padme bark (obliquely)

The Art of Raising a Puppy, by the Monks of New Skete. I love books that combine storytelling with practical knowledge, and this book is an exemplar of that. I mean, it is an instructional book, of course, but it is very pleasant and easy to read, it's almost like having a chat with some nice monk dude about behaviors, communication, training, and nature. As charismatic as, say, the Dog Whisperer host is, I don't think his approach is as positive, healthy, or humane as the monks' is, both from just intuition and what I've seen in real life, in watching the latter method in action. Of note (and also both a similarity and contrast to the Dog Whisperer) is the side-emphasis on the development of the person, as well as the dog.

:P-->(toad)

"The toads shrivel to a wilted memory of themselves, like mummified pharoahs...to spend years waiting out droughts." Does that make anyone else think of vampires? Because I do. Now I want to go and find a copy of that Peter Watts book that may or may not have ever been actually published, concerning space vampires. Of course, from the few pages I'd read of it online, I could probably accomplish the same end result upon myself by licking one of said toads.

On the independent nature of cowpeople:
"For one thing, if you throw a cowboy in a swift river, he'll just naturally float upstream."

Yet another reason for awesomeness

"When a guy has an orgasm, how much comes out?"

Fast Times at Ridgemont High, with Sean Penn, Forest Whitaker, and...Nicholas Cage?! Ok, yeah, didn't recognize him at all. Anyway, for the first bit of this movie, I thought, ah crap, I blew it, got another 80s movie which is technically a classic but is kind of eh in terms of standing the test of time. But! But. I'd say it actually more than stands the test of time, and is a helluva lot more an honest, real movie than anything similar that might have come out more recently. From all the horribly awkward moments to the posturing and bullshitting to the (I use the word again) honest moments, I think it's just much more relate-able than a movie with a more standard, fluff formula. Yeah, I can see why this one's a classic. Sidenote-ly, though, the nudity sure caught me off guard.

Oh! And also, another point pertaining to the previous post occurred to me, about chewing through a bite all the way through, before taking the next bite into one's mouth. Which I may or may not be guilty of. But anyway, that's a point that's often brought up in yoga about eating mindfully. Now, on to working on not letting thoughts run over each other...

that thing I do...

...where I find one little thing, and then connect it to several others. I know, I'm wierd, I got that. Still enjoying such. Anyway:
"Learning the value of silence is learning to listen to, instead of screaming at, reality: opening your mind enough to find what the end of someone else’s sentence sounds like, or listening to a dog until you discover what is needed instead of imposing yourself in the name of training."

So, here are the random things I subsequently thought upon reading that. One, was how in poetry we were taught to really enunciate the end of words, for example, the 'ng' at the end of 'king,' as a method of projecting for a reading. But, it requires that the audience is listening for that, as well. Obliquely like how a person might not even realize their fearful body language is being reflected by a dog being fearful in turn (I was thinking of a lady-friend of Kevin's who Mathilda was completely freaked out by, and the click-point where I realized how she was holding her body - rigid, nervous and throwing out condescending bravado to cover for such - though it also made me think of people reflecting each other in martial arts).

Which connected to something I'd noted in an article about aikido I'd read just before, about sensitivity to the other person's movement, ki, and attack. What was really important in that article, though, was that it emphasized that to really be able to "listen" to the other person, self-control was the priority - any lack of control, of trying to impose yourself on them, completely negates any ability to perceive what you need to. Of course, that discounts the interrupting principle of, say, jeet kune do, but I'll also note that the unlike the softer arts (jujitsu, aikido, etc), jeet kune do's interrupting principles can only really apply externally to social interaction in an argument, and personally I wouldn't even want to conduct an argument that way (what's incredibly effective in fighting I think in that case socially would be just churlish at best, unlike the more adaptive ki-based arts, or suited only to arguing with an irrational person).

That in turn made me think of the idea of that listening to the end of a sentence in social interaction. While interrupting someone's punch, as in JKD, is great because you really don't even want the end of that punch, socially if one interrupts one not only doesn't get to hear the end of the other's thought, one also displays that they blatantly were just not listening, and on top of that focusing just on getting their own thought out. Instead of balance, with both people getting their say and listening to the full thoughts of the other (leading to a richer conversation), the person not-being-listened-to withdraws from the interaction, as, what's the point, except to passively listen? As a sidenote, in the more adaptive arts, one often wants the punch to continue through to its full extension...just not to hit the target - but one still, or rather, especially has to listen for the 'end of the sentence,' there.

Now, I'm speaking purely in the abstract here than to any specific example except that first, and really more to concepts I've been chewing on for years, as interrupting versus adapting is a key concept within martial arts and then yoga in turn (I won't even get into the listening-to-the-self concept here, or how combining them might apply to social interaction). But, of course, if the gentle reader didn't listen to the end of this post, I guess they might miss that (cue me getting smacked upside the head for trying to be self-servingly clever).

dogs

I've heard at times variations on the theme of dogs having a Buddha-nature, or the Buddha having ascribed to them as such. And I've thought about it in turn, and yeah, I think that's true in some senses - say, in how they sleep when they're sleepy, they eat when they're hungry, they forgive quickly and adeptly.

But more apparent to me, I think, is the quality of agape that I would say dogs have. That is, that special kind of unconditional love, that by some views is the epitome of aspiration - an almost unattainable aspiration - for mystics of all stripes, Christian and Sufi and yogi. But, for dogs it just seems to come easily, a non-judging, complete love for something (someone) outside of themselves, an adoration that is practically self-sacrificing.

So, to me, that is the 'spiritual' quality that sets the place of dogs in human families and lives.

slap me some wing, Mme Penguin!

Or would that be fin? Hm. Anyway, damn but did some good comics come out this week. Nova 1 is a great start to a new series, the relationship between Richard and the Worldmind is priceless; I hope they keep that and the interesting writing up as it goes on. In differently awesome way, New X-Men 37 is a real work of art, I mean, like in the painted sense - the dark fairytale portion really is painted, and smoothly placed within a lovely frame of the regular comic. Gen13 7 is finally getting back to those wacky ol' Gen13 roots, with a standalone issue that can't help but make the reader grin from ear to ear. Conversely, Stormwatch PHD 6 continues to build its own unique style, with great dynamics between the various characters and within the expanded setting, and ends with a great setup for an Assault on Precinct 13-style throwdown. Ironman 16 is also something of a standalone issue, good, but not interesting enough to get me started on it; I did enjoy the (re)introduction of the Mandarin, though - creepy! And what I'd say is the weakest, but what I suspect many would say would be the strongest would be New Avengers 29 - again, Dr Strange as deus ex magicka, oy, but the dialogue sure is snappy, and the art, unconventional. In other news...the hell?

it hurts so good

The Pursuit of Happyness, with Will Smith and Jayden Smith. Well, like Bryce said, don't watch this movie if you're in any way depressed. It's just...agonizing to sit through, so many bad things just screw over a decent guy. But, that said, it's not as if the movie isn't entertaining, with amazing acting, especially from the younger Smith, and since it's pretty much a given that there's a happy ending, the rest of the movie is more palatable for that. I think a lot of people might dismiss even the idea of the movie out of hand, but at the same time, I think it's the kind of (in the end) positive movie that does good in being there to watch. Heh, and that little cameo they threw in at the very end - ten points. [sidenotewise, it would be interesting to compare this movie to another semi-biographical like, say, Domino]

On a different note, isn't in funny to see how people split into two entirely different camps over Children of Men? I mean, wow. I say camps, as I noted to Kevin, as it doesn't just seem a difference in opinion, but that there might be trenches or barricades between the opposing sides. I wouldn't have put as much thought into it had I not completely coincidentally found an email back-and-forth that Connie'd sent me a good while ago about the movie, that echo'ed Kevin and me in turn. And then, there's Wyatt, Kim, and Stephanie's input, and I'd bet money that the more people one would ask, the more people would stack up on each side. And then, there'd be a rumble. Old school. Unless you're in that other camp, who thinks there wouldn't be any rumbling (ker-wink). And the people who just didn't see it...hm...as Kevin points out, I guess they'd be on the road leading up to (or away, if they just refuse to see it) the camps. But, I suppose I'm hardly concerned with them, as I'm strapping on my helmet - death to the...uh...other camp!

a new favorite

A Path With Heart, by Jack Kornfield. I probably don't need to say much about this book, as I've been saying a hell of a lot on the Trinity bloggie. Or perhaps, rather, using the book a great deal, which says a lot about its practical value, I think. Kornfield has an amazing skill with storytelling, and at the same time inviting the reader to engage with the principles and concepts he explores. As much as I read it all the way through, as it was something my yoga teacher had lent me, I bet it would serve just as well and probably better as a reference text, something to be referred and returned to when confusion or blocks or down-times are run into. Hence, me just having ordered my own used copy. Good stuff.

Mme Penguin: You rock. And/or roll.

I decided Penguin is now female, it's more fun. And that she speaks French, because Ms Penguin didn't have the same ring to it.

Bitbit reviews! Painkiller Jane 0 I got because it was only a quarter, as it's just a simple little preview; it's a lot different than the bad Scifi Channel movie I saw, but that's a good thing. There's a bevy of Jack the Rippers in Wisdom 4, which continues to up the ante with each issue in terms of using British subconscious-cultural images and ideas. The Initiative 1 fully lived up to my expectations, it's a great use of expanded setting, with introductions of several new characters (Cloud 9 is a adorable, maybe another Blink in the making?), and an interestingly disturbing ending. I was disappointed, on the other hand, by Fallen Son: Wolverine; the art was great, but it just rehashed a storyline and 'eh' idea from New Avengers. Whedon's taken over for Runaways 25, but it almost just makes me want to go back and read Vaughn's earlier run, as Kim's brother reminded me of, it seems like this might just be a Whedon-ization of an already good thing. I'll give it a chance, though, I think. And Heralds of Galactus 2 might have been more interesting if I'd read any of the Annihilation epic, but even still I think I just can't really get into any of the "cosmic" storylines.

Word of the Day: galactagogue (seriously that's just a crazy word)

An interesting little survey of repitition

Things of Note - A Supah Egg Day Weekend!

-apparently, Bryce and Lisa got very angry and cursed righteously at people on Easter; Lisa even had to be restrained by her hair
-for the first time I really understand why those models from the 50s and 60s could be considered sexy...alas, I couldn't explain why without blushing
-don't let your cell ring during that Cinemark 'please turn off your phone' screen - it turns out, you might freeze it for several minutes
-new exclamations at the Maynard household: the deadpan "spic-shack", and the more strident "FRANK!!!"
-ugh...kids, if you want to make out Clone High style and show off your hickies, please don't do it in front of a glass-fronted restaurant, much less while your mom and younger siblings are waiting for you
-someone please remind me to take my camera wherever I go, Tucson is full of photo opportunities
-MST3000'ing really bad porn is fun, but not quite interesting enough to make the boring porn itself interesting
-pondering: making the backyard a rally course for the girls; in other news: still need to get a dartboard

a (completely disparate) movie trifecta

Children of Men, with Clive Owen and Michael Caine. Quite a ride, this one is. I have to give the first...I don't know, minute or so, mad props - I admire (and used to aspire to in my writing) texts that can set up and lay out the setting so comprehensively, so quickly. And the rest of the movie, as well, they skirted that fine edge of too much/too little ambiguity, and held to the sweet spot. Besides the wonderful cinematography that Wyatt emphasized when recommending the movie, there's a wealth of semantic nets to put together, from Kim's noticing the details each time a dog showed up to the slipping in of Sanskrit chants. Worth seeing again, I think.

Grindhouse, with several of my favorite actors! Yay! I have to say, my face kind of hurt from grinning so much, by the end of both movies. Have to mention the fake trailers, which were hilarious (I liked Machete best). I'm still having trouble deciding, but I think I liked Deathproof better, overall, but that said, I really just liked the second half of each movie more. Zoe Bell is the shiznit. Seriously. And if someone doesn't make a ytmnd out of the "I'm okay!" part, I might learn how to just so I can. This was pure, shallow fun. And completely tangentially, if Escape From New York was originally a grindhouse movie, Wyatt and I were all over that years ago, and besides that, it was pretty damn good for being a grindhouse movie.

Reign Over Me, with Adam Sandler and Don Cheadle. This is how a movie pertaining to 9/11 should be done. Not like that Flight 93 or World Trade Center, bleh. Walking away from the theatre, it was agreed that it would have made a good novel or a good film, equally; it's not paced quickly, but it's not slow, either. There's a range of interesting characters, and character development for that matter, and even (thankfully) a solidly satisfying ending.
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random quote!
"Someone once told Picasso that he ought to make pictures of things the way they are - objective pictures. When Picasso said he did not understand, the man produced a picture of his wife from his wallet and said, 'There, you see, that's a picture of how she really is.' Picasso looked at it and said, 'She's rather small, isn't she? And flat?'"

I don't care if I didn't sleep well, awesomeness ensued

I had this dream last night: total space opera. It started out with a huge battle in orbit of bluegreeny planet, and there were all sorts of aliens and different kinds of battleships and stuff blowing up (and a lot of the color pink?). Then, in one of those inexplicable dreamshifts, we were somehow down on the planet, in a kind of mountain pass that now that I think about it kind of resembled the Hot Gates in 300; we were pinned down from both sides, however. My dad was there, though he was kind of morphing back and forth between him and Admiral Adama, and ditto for me, except with Apollo (from BSG). There was a ginormous brawl among all sorts of wierd creatures, like a huge amorphous purple skeleton thing that dissolved people with each swipe or a woman with hands that turned into giant claws; all I managed to do was somehow scale this ten-foot tall woman thing and snap her neck, though she didn't die, but simply querulously complained about it. As some anime-looking jet fighter buzzed us, my dad/Admiral Adama ordered me to make a break for it, so I pulled some parkour action and magically ended up at the front door of my family's house. And had this very lonely feeling, as if I was Crichton at the beginning of Farscape. Apparently it was a dream about me being a giant sci-fi nerd.

In other news, I still have a mancrush on the movie critic KFMA has on Friday mornings. Not only is he witty, but he's really managed to take what I think was generally perceived as a failing business (that is, movies) because of repeated worthlessness and high prices, and make it exciting and something to look forward to every weekend. Yay English-major style reviewing and connection-insights, and dry wit!

Relatedly, I found this point-by-point of the Planet Hulk epic to be a lot more interesting than I'd expected, kind of like Gladiator in a superficial way, but surprisingly the Hulk manages to add some depth

And though I never really got into those distance-setting records just for the sake of setting a record, uh, go helicopter people

conceptry

I've been trying to understand the concept of forgiveness for....about two years now, because at a certain point back then I realized that it was important and even necessary that I come to understand it....but I haven't had any sense of clarity or a straight answer, but this passage finally seems like a start -
'Forgiveness does not in any way justify or condone harmful actions. While you forgive, you may also say, “Never again will I knowingly allow this to happen.”…Forgiveness does not mean you have to seek out or speak to those who caused you harm. You may choose to never see them again.

Forgiveness is simply an act of the heart, a movement to let go of the pain, the resentment, the outrage that you have carried as a burden for so long. It is an easing of your own heart, and an acknowledgment that no matter how strongly you may condemn and have suffered at the evil deeds of another, you will not put another human being out of your heart. We have all been harmed, just as we have all at times harmed ourselves and others.

For most people forgiveness is a process. When you have been deeply wounded, the work of forgiveness can take years. It will go through many stages – grief, rage, sorrow, fear and confusion – and, in the end, if you let yourself feel the pain you carry, it will come as a relief, as a release for your heart. You will see that forgiveness is fundamentally for your own sake, a way to carry the pain of the past no longer. The fate of the person who harmed you, whether they be alive or dead, does not matter nearly as much as what you carry in your heart. And if forgiveness is for yourself, for your own guilt, for the harm you’ve done yourself or another, the process is the same. You will come to realize you can carry it no longer.'

and related and interesting passage:
"Your body becomes your teacher, providing you with feedback as to what your actual experience is in the moment. For instance, you discover you are slumping while sitting in a meeting and realize it's because you don't want to be in the meeting; rather than being present to the feelings of dissatisfaction, your mind has made your body carry the weight of the unhappiness."

An form combining tai chi and aikido, which I initially scoffed at, till I remembered Kevin's dad combining the two disciplines to such an effect as to ellicit gasps

::(un)ziiiiiiip::

Stranger than Fiction, with Will Farrell, Emma Thompson and Maggie Gyllenhaal. As much as I went into this movie somewhat determined to dislike it for various relatively shallow reasons, I ended up unwillingly liking it, in the end. Which was something of an interesting sticking point, to give extra meaning to that meaningless phrase (in the end). Gyllenhaal and Thompson were in their usual fine form (and I have to wonder whether a hospital scene was darkly humorously referencing the film Wit, in regards to Thompson), and Farrell and Queen Latifah surprised the hell out of me. The cinematography and pacing were wonderful, on top of all that, accenting the fantasy-but-mundane-but-not film-world. And, it's kind of fun to narrate one's own life, for an exercise in stepping back from one's own perspective. Though, it occurs to me, hell, what if someone was reviewing my life?

I guess I better add some more nudity.

-from Jack Kornfield's A Path with Heart, an interesting tangent-explanation of idea of karma:
'At the level of physical life, if one looks at an oak tree, one can see “oak tree” manifesting in several stages of life’s patterns. In one stage of the oak tree pattern, an oak tree exists as an acorn; at a subsequent stage it exists as a sapling; in another stage, as a large tree; and in yet another, as the green acorn growing on that large tree. Strictly speaking, there is no such thing as a definitive “oak tree.” There is only the oak tree pattern through which certain elements follow the cyclical law of karma: a particular arrangement of water, minerals, and the energy of sunlight that changes if from acorn to sapling to large tree over and over again.'

-this might be for Penguin, but damn if these didn't make me smile nostalgically; I remember them from some of my favorite scifi-romance novels (just I did just use that phrase, and yes, I know no one has any idea what I'm talking about)

Things of Note - A Running Around omgBusy Weekend

-East Coast Super Subs: thanks, Westin, for the yummies!
-Wyatt's rockets: bloody louder than ever (hence, in each of the several videos of the same test, me yelling "OW!" in the afterward-silence)
-Natalie's all supah-clean and happy, though she does not smell like 'rain' as the scent purported....I knew they wouldn't pull that off (this is me wincing from getting smacked at saying that)
-the house met with family-approval....except with that whole biggest-compost-heap-ever part. And, the fence having 'splodified.
-I seem to have a talent for finding the exact spot a nail just will not go into a wall (Kevin witnessed the mad cursing)
-Ms Kim wins for best April 1 prank evah (she also witnessed some mad cursing)
-in other news, we have no airport skillz: the only person watching the stairs for the company coming in had no idea who she was looking for, everyone else was probably watching the Mexicana with spherical breasts
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from Ms Connie, an impressive conferral between Farscape and tarot (as she pointed out, one wonders how much of it was intentional, with hints given...)

awww, Emp, so cute

Empowered, by Adam Warren. As much is was completely not what I was expecting at all, I was very pleasantly surprised. I've always loved Warren's art and clever writing, ever since I read that first bit of Gen13, and while this was in a kind of black and white digest form, I wasn't disappointed. Told in many small episodes, interspersed with often-times metatextual (but not cloyingly so) title pages, Empowered is ironically (for it being as silly and satirical as it is) one of the most 'real' feeling comics I've ever read. Sure, it's tongue-in-cheek throughout, and just plain eye-rolling-inducing at times, regardless it's still utterly adorable for every moment in it.

Mmm, pesto!

this is for you, Penguin

Heh, I don't even know why I write out these comic reviews, as I know exactly one person who gets as big a kick out of comics as I do, and who would have any idea what I'm talking about....and who doesn't read this. So for you, awesome random possible person in, say, uh, Antarctica who gives a crap, even if you're a penguin (or maybe especially), this is for you, buddy! High five!
X-Men 197 continues to impress with Bachalo's art and an intriguing combination of characters and story (though I seem to be in the [vocal] minority given reviews I've read); this issue seemed to be a character-building interlude at first, but quickly became make-you-look-over-your-shoulder-creepy. I can't get enough of the kind-of-painted art of X-23 4, and this is a solidly fast-paced issue on top of that, establishing Laura as a total badass and Kimura as a horrible bully (which makes Frost's eventual horrible punishment of her that much more palatable). Worldstorm 2 helped cement the new Wildstorm universe as awesome for me, with two stories introducing the rebooted - and very different - Voodoo and Backlash. Like The Boys, Barracuda 2 is not for children to read, but damn, if it isn't funny; even this issue that's purely set-up for the next is hilarious. But Cable & Deadpool 39 topped even that for me, I was actually laughing out loud at a few points - re: "You just never get tired of the panicked screams of expendable minions. 'Minions' truly is a great word. On par with 'chimichanga.'" And Pirates of Coney Island 5 I just didn't even know what to make of, but it was certainly original and fun - like cotton candy and cheeks being slashed open all at once - good times!

trivia.....ball! waBAM

An interesting interview about cinematography in Lost


Sheesh, even the announcers began to get irritated at the referees in the Air Force vs Clemson game, there were just several blatantly not-called fouls

From the amazing Denis Kang, a nice entrance to a cervical lock

Random quote! An interesting, idealistic tangent on William Gibson's interesting posits on the nature of celebrity:
"Heroes are known for their achievements; The Celebrities for their well-knowness. The Hero reveals the possibilities of human nature; the Celebrity reveals the possibilities of the Press and the Media. Celebrities are people who make the News but Heroes are people who make history. Time makes Heroes but dissolves Celebrities. Heroes symbolize the receptive and open and prepared mind. They considered that mankind is capable of things that have not been revealed in the past". - Daniel Boorstein

aw, people crying

Big Fish, with Billy Crudup and Ewan McGregor. A lovely movie. And, yes, it's about storytelling, so of course I liked it. And there were definitely at the very least misty eyes for I'm guessing nigh everyone in the room. I didn't cry, of course, I wouldn't want to worry Mathilda. Anyway, it's the kind of movie that's just all around good, and I'm sure I could put further thought into it, or read much closer, but....I don't really feel any need or desire to; it's just nice.

-From Ms Connie, The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr: I've never even seen it, but it's the best tv show ever! Just look at the description of it! And Bruce Campbell!

-does anyone else find honeypot ants horribly creepy? To me, they're kind of tangent on the axlotl tanks of the Dune novels, but as I don't know a single person who would get that reference, imagine humans in a worse position, times ten.

-odd trivia, after the fun virus vs gums experience I had (still need to gain some weight back after the involuntary fasting), apparently calcium is a huge help in avoiding odd conditions like that - damn you, forbidden cheese!

Things of Note - A No Day But Today Weekend

-first of all, many thanks to Ms Kim for the idea of going to get the rush tickets for Rent - that was amazing
-three hours sitting in line, plus an hour or two for downtown strolling and dinner at the Grill = $20, second row, center seats (in the orchestra pit!)...which is a not even a few feet from the actors, which is right in front of the $80 "front row" regular-bought tickets
-we did meet some interesting people of sometimes ambiguous sexuality, and placed bets on skateboarders falling in the pools (it came down to, does only the skateboard itself falling count?)
-and also, braved very belligerently angry homeless people screaming at everyone with dubious logic
-the frontyard has been cleared of piles....and the middleyard now has the biggest potential compost heap ever...mmm, delicious soil...in other news, Mattie has white fur again after being cleaned, industrial-style
-the triumphant, periodic return of Hot Potato - though, our performance was kind of dismal, we only got up to 35 or so (even with Wyatt's "high pants for high performance" enhanced waistband)
-the debate is still up as to what exactly 'women's work' is, and whether vaginas should be put away or taken out

go ninja go ninja go!

TMNT, with several famous voices (including Buffy and Silent Bob). Just go into it kind of half-expecting a kid's movie, and you're fine. That is, it's certainly not exactly for adults, but it's still quite entertaining at the same time. It's nicely put together, and the animation is great; one scene between Raphael and Leonardo is wonderfully tense with emotion, just in their animated body language, for example. It was fun. Though I was saddened there were no Vanilla Ice references, it was fun. And it was okay in this movie that everyone was ninjas. It balances out movies where everyone becomes a pirate. In other news, there were large groups of emo kids abounding, on opening night. Let the jokes ensue.

I always thought systema was interesting in the seeming originality of the concepts it pushes, though I've not really had occasion to try many of them

Some classic but interesting judo principles

lots of wow's

The Void Captain's Tale, by Norman Spinrad. Now, this is what science fiction should be. A wonderful creation of an expanded world, intriguing and very original ideas explored, layers and layers of dualities and symbols and semantic webs, it's got all of it. I'll admit - I bought the book for two reasons: one, that it can only be bought used, but for about a dollar or less. And two, for the base reason that I was led to believe it would basically be science fiction with a veneer of erotica. Instead, I'd rather say that if I were to go back to the idea of teaching English, and were to be so lucky as to teach a rare science fiction class, this book would certainly be in the curriculum for everything from general semiotics to gender studies to cultural sexuality. Like the interesting film Code 46, there's also an interesting note of the multiplicity of languages used, in this case various smatterings of German, French, Spanish, and Sanskrit, and mirroring that last language, it would help (but not be necessary) to have a solid understanding of classical Indian conceptions of consciousness. Of course, on the other hand, this story would be a great, if disguised, introduction to the same. Seriously, great stuff, for less than a dollar, people!

Agustina de Aragón - wow, an interesting historical figure

and Aleksandr Suvorov, a guy who did some amazing things, in my opinion

if this meteor video is real, just...wow

triviaball

I have to say, I was already interested in the new Nova series, but now that I know it's being written by Dan Abnett, I have to get it

Random interesting phrases of the day:
"paradox noir"
and
"chilled to the coeur"

Wow....I have to say, kind of tempted to go visit at least one of these trees

Besides having an interesting name, Eurosia is the patron saint of those who are possessed by demons - fun times!

even I'm hard pressed to find connection with these

-"HBO just acquired the rights to make a series out of George R.R. Martin’s A Game of Thrones novels." I'll note the sic that that should be Song of Fire and Ice novels, but who cares! HBO is really the only one who could pull that off, anyway, and there's no way it would ever fit into a movie. Wooooo!

-from Wyatt, tiny planes with big pricetags

Caveman, with Ringo Starr and Dennis Quaid (aka Sean William Scott). Um. I'm not sure if this is one of the stupidest things I've ever seen, or whether it was awesome. It walks a razor path. Was it slapstick? Was it a comedy? Was it....dumb? But it was funny. I'm honestly surpised I'm able to put as much thought into it as I can. It would have been crazy if cavewomen really were that attractive. I still don't believe this was made in the 80s. I'm shaking my head, but I'm not sure in which direction.
(I'll note the plot keywords on IMDB are "Hit In Groin/Giant Insect/Anachronistic/Fart Scene/Nudity")

Mighty Avengers 1 pretty much fell flat for me; I was holding out there, for Ares and Ms Marvel, but man, Mr Writer Sir, please lay off the bloody thought bubbles. Just...no. Gen13 6 has great art and fun writing, it's quality. But, alas, it's just not the original. Still, I'm glad they're included in the general Wildstorm reboot. New Avengers 28: I keep coming back to this title, if unwillingly. It's really the writing, it's sasstacular. The Initiative 1 was a "d'oh!" for me, I thought I was getting the first of the new miniseries...this is just a collection of previews, two of which comics I had just bought anyway. Nice cover, though. New X-Men 36 - wham! Bam! Fun action-packed conclusion to 'Mercury Rising.' And the White Queen providing a lovely-tragic ending. Stormwatch PHD 5 isn't exactly necessary to get, though I'd recommend every other issue of this great comic; this one's just some reboot-explanation filler (though it is written and laid out nicely, nonetheless).

Things of Note - A Happy Leprechaun Weekend

-if you're going to charge me $100 to prescribe freaking Eegee's, I damn well expect to be given a pina colada directly in the hospital!
-all that effort of fever'ed movement and driving in the heat, and I forgot to look for the Buffy comic...le sigh
-ways to get out of blatantly checking out a hot chick #46: it turns out you know her!
-apparently hippies hate St Patrick...and like to spin around in 3D geometric star-thingies while decrying him
-I didn't know a quadriplegic person could move so agilely
-that's it...we're getting a dart board (though I'm not sure it'll include a cute lesbian)
-three dollars for a burnt hot dog?!
-whoa...Tiffany's has burly security guys...and horribly surprising clerks (in a good way)
-Beatle art: uh...I don't really have anything pithy to say about it, I guess...ummm...I thought it was dippy at first, but was somewhat won over...yes, that's my 'profound statement' for the day
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Moshé on Moshé on the Martial Arts - a quite interesting interview, though it's long-ish

some random things

Guide to Investing, by Robert Kiyosaki. Despite its somewhat trite appearance, like Kiyosaki's other texts that I'm familiar with, Guide to Investing is quite valuable in terms of information that can be gleaned from it. I'll readily admit that I agree with some that the writing itself can be repetitive and rambling at times, but there is a certain value in having that repitition in an educational book. It's not about knowing which stocks or bonds or even real estate to pick, as I'd initially expected, but rather (and much to my satisfaction) speaks to more general principles about really understanding what an asset is, and how to structure one's finances towards building and using assets, and on top of that some interesting points about general financial philosophy. The latter half or so of the book is probably not immediately useful to the majority of readers, including me, I would guess, but is the sort of thing that will probably be a useful reference in the future for many, as it is about starting businesses, large and small. Interesting, and useful, overall, and it even randomly coincided with the more yogic financial book I'm concurrently reading in interesting places.

Aw, poor Cap...(not 'poor Cap' enough for me to actually go get that comic, though, I'll note)

A bit of clicking will find you an interesting video of the little-known (dot)Indian martial arts

From a Wyatt - a newly discovered cat!

Things we've learned, of late

Never, ever take various doses of zinc, ashwagandha, fish oil, triphala, and echinacea, which would normally be fine all at once.....if one had actually eaten or drank any water all day. The results can be...ah, messy. And painful.

Paper airplanes can appear as unto a ball to a dog. Who might rebound off of your chest to follow a loop-de-loop airplane. Regardless, it's pretty awesome to see the little paper construct snatched out of a hard bank, only to be viciously torn in half, its dismembered pieces tossed in the air. Kind of like the UFC combined with that History Channel show, Dogfights, combined with a National Geographic documentary on predators.

An unexpectedly disturbing thing to lose while having chemotherapy done is apparently one's eyelashes. Though, I think losing fingernails would mess with me a lot, which seems it was backed up by another male opinion in that direction, so that's two female opinions balancing that towards eyelashes being the worst. Though only one of those opinions is based on actual experience.

Wow, an upgraded armbar, from GrappleArts (I think it's potentially awesome, personally)

1/8th Mighty Choctaw.

For Your Consideration (a Christopher Guest movie). I think my favorite part about Guest's movies is seeing actors in such unusual roles - for example, Kim and I noted one of our favorite actresses from The L Word (though not in as fun a role as the other actress in Art School Confidential), and another who had also guest starred on the show, and who everyone else recognized from the completely different role in Silent Hill. The movie was pretty funny, and is an interesting collection of character sketches in an unusual context for a movie; it's not laugh-out-loud funny, interestingly, but more casually funny. Like...hm...Bill Murray's The Life Aquatic was like that, I think.

It's interesting to consider this when talking with people, and even more interestingly, when looking at one's self, I think - a posit of stages of moral development

Things of Note - an Artfully Violent Weekend

-seeing 300 twice in so many days helped in appreciating it more fully, I think, like the best martial arts movies, some parts you just want to rewind and watch again - of course, I've also been annoying my girlfriend with questions beginning with "I wonder if the Spartans...."
-I got medieval on the bush...shrub...tree thingies by the west fence; there was a unique little biome going on in there, odd leaveless vines, old growth and composted topsoil, plants expressing three different ways of getting to the light in one individual
-but, now most of them are in piles in the front yard: damn you, once-per-week trash pickup!
-we now have more shelve-age, thanks to my dad's construction skillz; and Kim got interior-decorator-al on the living room, rearranging and setting up for the Great Wall Hanging of '07
-now, I have to rearrange my spatial memory and stop running into things in the middle of the night
-oof...ate exactly one and a half meals on Sunday: a thickass burger, coleslaw, ribs, potato salad, popcorn chicken, rolls, baked beans, then barbecue chicken and corn
-then, basically went to bed at 8pm, which led to feeling rested, but also seemingly an epic's worth of really, really odd, vivid dreams (felt like I was in this pervasive setting which included an Arizonan beach)
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-a fun painting (heh...phoenix...)

"Rated R for "RAAAAAR!"*

300, with Gerard Butler and Lena Headey. Ok, got to get this out of the way...I just noticed, Headey has a tattoo of a lotus on her back. Whoa. Ok, I won't speak to people trying to force some political symbolism upon the plot, nor whether the violence and sexuality of the movie detracts from its value as a historical (-ly referential?) text, nor even to the quality of the choreography and stylization being better than the majority of martial arts movies. I'm going to throw this out there, that 300 might be a very yogic movie. That is, Leonidas became, over time in my mind as I watched the movie, more and more like what Arjuna becomes by the end of the Bhagavad Gita. He (and his wife, Gorgo) decide their actions based on what basically amounts to dharma, what is right in a very deep sense, he (and the Spartans) are selfless on a basic level and subsume themselves to what they consider their dharmic path as soldiers, and they take a simple joy in doing their absolute best without being attached to the outcome. I could go on with closer examples and details, but I'm sure I've already bored someone out there, so I'll leave it at that.
(also: laconic wit)

Idiocracy, with Luke Wilson and Maya Rudolph. Oh man, was this stupid or was this stupid (it was stupid.). It tried pretty hard to be funny, and somehow the special effects were surprisingly good in a cartoony way, but mostly it just fell flat. The concept is vaguely interesting, and Kevin has already spoken to that, so I'll just leave this with a vague, if apathetic, admonition not to watch it.

Over the Hedge, with a bevy of famous voices and whatnot. Kind of a ditto on this one, though I also vaguely wonder whether I've become jaded to kiddie movies. But...no, I think this one just pretty much also fell flat, as it really didn't make any effort to rise up out of a stereotypical moral-of-the-story plot and characters. The ending did make me laugh a little, though, I mean, when is a van crashing into a house aerobatically not funny?
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"Secretary star Maggie Gyllenhaal is in final talks to replace Katie Holmes in the Batman Begins sequel. "
-Ok, tell if I'm crazy, but I'm sure there's at least three other people who would immediately imagine Gyllenhaal getting spanked by Batman after reading that quote. And like it.

*see Phil Villarreal's fun review ("The Spartans are a super-human elite squad of lumberjack pirates who were trained by the the great-great-grandpa of Chuck Norris' paternal ancestor" - it's so true!).

quantum physics connects somehow, I'm sure

This one I'm putting because it reflects upon the conversation about existance-of-good-and-bad and whether-those-are-inherent conversation we were having last night, and also because maybe magically one of the other few people who've made it all the way through Herbert's novels to Chapterhouse: Dune might read this and will be similarly thunderstruck, as I was, upon gaining a whole new understanding to Duncan's visions and the end of the novel:
“The real world is beyond our thoughts and ideas; we see it through the net of our desires, divided into pleasure and pain, right and wrong, inner and outer. To see the universe as it is, you must step beyond the net. It is not so hard to do so, for the net is full of holes." - Sri Nisargadatta

This one I found interesting because it seems a commentary on a concept that seems to crisscross across several cultures and philosophies in various fashions (re: Jesus' mustard seed parable, or my favorite remark of Kabir's, "The drop merges in the ocean, where do you search for the drop? The ocean merges in the drop, where do you search for the ocean? The end of the search is the realization that each is in the other"):

“The emperor of China asked a renowned Buddhist master if it would be possible to illustrate the nature of self in a visible way. In response, the master had a sixteen-sided room appointed with floor-to-ceiling mirrors that faced each other exactly. In the center he hung a candle aflame. When the emperor entered he could see the individual candle flame in thousands of forms, each of the mirrors extending it far into the distance. Then the master replaced the candle with a small crystal. The emperor could see the small crystal reflected again in every direction. When the master pointed closely at the crystal, the emperor could see the whole room of thousands of crystals reflected in each tiny facet of the crystal in the center. The master showed how the smallest particle contains the whole universe.”

ding!

“When a bell rings, is it the bell we hear, the air, the sound at our ears, or is it the brain that rings? It is all of these things. As the Taoists say, ‘The between is ringing.’”

I think a natural reaction to this statement might be to throw some science at it, to contain and quantify and define by saying that the physical waves of the sound vibration are translated into sensory information, etc etc. But I think it's important to take into account the context and purpose of the thought; that is, as a paradox (how can one thing be all of those things at once?) it points beyond itself. And so, a purpose of it is to give us an opportunity to go beyond the boundaries of our normal understanding, beyond where we comfortably (complacently) and reflexively (unthinkingly and unfeelingly) act.

Tangentially connected, a quote from the same text, at Trinity

interesting image-
"Preferring death over surrender, every man, woman and child leapt from the castle walls to the raging river below. The torches they carried traced their paths in the sky, resembling a night of falling stars."

I want one in my backyard, so I can say, hey, let's go check out my pingo (ker-wink)

Adventure: Tucson

Waaay down Nogales Highway, there's a towing yard. The first question I have is, if they have so many cars in there, does that mean that that many people just never got to pick up their cars? I mean, I get the difficulty of having to get all the way down there, and the exorbitant price, so I could understand that, but damn that sucks. Second question: why the hell did they have ostriches? That's so random.

And in the hour it took me to get back into Tucson and then across the city - first of all, why were there little cholos slouching in a car with US Government Use Only plates? And how the hell did a car hit a telephone pole and streetlight pole hard enough to shatter one and knock down the other so it would somehow amazingly balance precariously on the cables? I suppose the woman in the nice blue convertible did get catcalled by those kids in a relatively pleasant, flattering way while we were stuck interminably behind the emergency crews. Oh, and were those people really sending a poor beagle out into traffic to fetch something from the street? That's just sick, unless they were strangers trying to call it back out of the road, I really couldn't tell which it might be.

And why the ostriches?

politics, sort of, and quickquicks

Man of the Year, with several generally comedic people in generally serious roles. But it also generally works. This is the second time I've seen Laura Linney in a movie where her character just...disappointed me, though. I mean, her acting is fine, it's just the coincidence of the kind of character. Back to the movie, I'm still pretty torn, overall. There were a few points which we found just implausible, but all the same something about the main character was horribly plausible in that it was more 'real' somehow than the ending I would have wanted. I say horribly plausible because I think some idealist aspect of me was rebelling against the reality of the situation and the truth of the character, but ah well. I didn't think it was an amazing movie, but it had some interesting things going for it.

Wisdom 3: "You're going to be pushing your bollocks around on a trolley." Also, on the cover, it appears he's just beaten down a dragon with a cricket bat.
Pirates vs Ninjas 2 is funny, but I was really hoping for some extravagant art; ah well, I'll settle for lines like, "Taste Squickie's SEA-MIDGETY WRATH!!!"
Interestingly, GI Joe: Special Missions: Antarctica (which I'd gotten for Wyatt) had its own humorous moments, most image-based, but also: "It's summer! A balmy -30 centigrade. What do you want to do first? See some whales? Pet a penguin?"
The fourth issue of the new Gen13 actually caught me quite off-guard, there's a quite determined subtext going on about modern voyeuristic and youth culture, and even one moment that was sad enough to actually give me pause. It did also have this, though: "Leviticus 1:6 says, 'And she shall lay with the beasts of the field, and then throw them off the tree, then hit them with a big stick and some rocks, too, maybe.'"
The Lost Books of Eve 1:1 is a fun concept, with a quirky style of art, I'm intrigued; like a kid's book, but with a lightly sardonic style of humor -
cherubim: "For starters, you can't go around like that."
Eve: "Like what?" [she's nekky]
cherubim: "You know..."
Eve: [perfectly innocent] "No, I don't know."
X-Men 196 is what I really went to the store for in particular, though. And I completely disagree with a review I read, as much as I normally like clean, clear art, I thought the art in this was perfectly suited to the frenetic, page-turning action going on, and to the dark, dark characters. Damn cliffhangers, though! Badassery-oriented as it was, however, there was still a bit of humor:
Cannonball: "You're not looking so hot, Creed."
Sabretooth: "You shot me out of a damn torpedo tube."
And I relented and bought The Boys 6 before it just becomes impossible to find, but I won't explain the moment that precipitates this moment unless you ask me, because I'd want to see your face:
the Frenchman: "Q'est ce que c'est?"
Wee Hughie: "Oh...EEEEWWWW!"
Mother's Milk: "That's some truly appalling shit."

-wow, there's some interesting symbolism in gravestones, the list is a little ways down

-the coat of arms of Warsaw is awesome

:P

Get it? It's a tongue, and this is about language? Ahh, so maybe that's a bit of a stretch. Anyway. This is one of those topics that I could write an essay on, but just want to touch on here, and that's the idea of learning the language of something being the most important part of learning it. For example, there's the overt technical terms in everyday yoga and jujitsu class, like the Sanskrit (anjali mudra, savasana) or Japanese (tai sabaki, ki, kote gaeshi), but there's also more subtle jargon that goes almost unnoticed - the inside and outside of one's body, different meanings of the words open, close, forward, and back. In beginning to teach yoga, that's the area I've ironically noted the confusion appearing in - where a martial artist coming to a yoga class is already keyed into the alternative meanings of those words, a completely non-athletic person is suddenly thrown off by trying to apply a more common definition to something it never applies to, in general life.

The reason I thought of this at all was in learning the immense vocabulary of 'financial literacy' as the books I've been reading have advised me to, I've noticed a good few points where just knowing that different 'language' have almost made me shiver, because in driving past businesses I hardly took note of in the past, or looking at my own finances, everything suddenly looks different...not unfamiliar, but different with better understanding. The funny thing is, none of it's really concepts I was unaware of, I already understood most of it. It's the having it within a framework and system of language that's really starting to give me access to this new perspective and world, that's the real key.

From Wyatt, MAKE:blog, a collection of unique and interesting things that were...uh...made

I bet Phryne was totally hott (or, hawt, if you will)

Watch out, might be spoilerific, but would also be good for those trying to catch up...the Battlestar Galactica story so far

Things of Note - A Weekned

-contrary to popular belief, Garduno's is not actually a factory that produces margaritas, though they really do pull off the Southwest-art-times-steampunk-equals-whoa effect pretty well
-but...why was the mariachi band playing "It's a Small World" over and over?
-I'm sorry, pugs just look like someone was trying to play golf with a sledgehammer and mistook a small dog for a ball
-and what is up with vizslas' lips and/or psychotic personalities? Seriously, people!
-I went an entire day not realizing someone was stone-deaf, it was amazing...she got skillz
-Frank/Mathilda 'sploring-log, Great Gale of...uh...March: we braved billowing clouds of dust, exploding Mexican families, precariously tipped bins, and precariously tipping trees to find (dun dun dun) a secret stash of kumquats!
-I feel like I should somehow save all that desert wasabi I 'harvested' (aka weeded); and all that tombstone rose covering the house? It was all one plant! wtf.
-Mattie gets ten points for being the most well-behaved dog ever this weekend, bringing the ball back each time (and dropping it on the ground!) and guarding my back from the neighbor's dog (and not barking!)

Kind of morbid, but interesting, especially if you're hungry - last meals

story(commentary)time!

I just noticed in one of the yoga textbooks I've been reading that there've been a few stories that aren't the common traditional or apocryphal tales-of-yore, but involve more modern 'characters' and contexts. That's not to say it's referring to some specific person I could google or something, but I was surprised to note, for example a character who was referred to simply as 'an American,' with some attending connotations but thankfully no reliance on over the top stereotyping. Long story short, as it were, it was interesting to see that a useful story didn't have to be something out of antiquity, but could just as easily occur in contemporary times; it seems reassuring in some small sense.

Sidenotewise to that, I know I've said it before, but I'll say it again, I think stories and anecdotes are a wonderful way to learn. Hell, look at Jesus and his parables...and yes, I am aware of the 'balance' in that syntax, thank you. But anyway, not only do they make the information more interesting to hear, but perhaps also easier to retain as it's not just a cold, dead fact or sterile idea, but a story that can become alive with characters and meaning that actually matters to them. Once I was accused of turning conversations around to talk about my self and my friends and family and my work, etc, basically of being egotistical, and oof, did it hurt at first, and I clammed up about any of those things for while. But after a lot of self-checking, I think a lot of it was telling stories and anecdotes out of my experience (what else am I going to base my stories on - purely other people's stories, or just synopsizing movies?), because I love storytelling and hearing stories and learning from people in that regard. But I get so excited I think I would sometimes end up seemingly just talking about myself or my relations a lot, because I want to share in the goodness of...well, sharing. So from that point I resolved to better make sure I was getting stories out of the people I'm having palaver with. So, in the end, I think I just gained another long-term benefit out of the issue in that insurance that I get to learn. Woo!

And just because we've been tossing around JC lately (heh, not ass-backwards but Jesus-backwards, don't make an ass out of Jesus...), a shout-out to the wonderful Sinfest

Stormwatch PHD - certified