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Matutinal Bookstore Encounter

Saturday, August 21st, 2004

Early this morning I traveled all the way to Portland and wandered the cozy labyrinth of Powell’s City of Books. Rounding the end of an aisle I ran into Neil Gaiman who engaged me in conversation most warmly and graciously. I expressed my appreciation of Coraline and he pitched his forthcoming sequel, Coraline Goes to–. So, she would have a series of her own and find her place among adventuring girls like Alice and Olivia and Madeleine and Nancy Drew, I thought. And I told him that Coraline would surely be my favorite such character.

I felt somehow compelled to mention my own adventures in Italian Studies at UC Berkeley, and he was terribly impressed by this. Internal barometer sensed that familiar storm of self-denigration brewing in the mind of my dream self. She was on the verge of mumbling some lame description of perceived grad school failures, when that knot of tension simply unraveled and fell away. I guess I figured if Neil Gaiman is digging it, I oughta accept the compliment and bask in its light a while.

Slaughterhouse-Five

Saturday, July 3rd, 2004

I finished reading Slaughterhouse-Five or the Children’s Crusade by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. It’s the first book I can remember reading in which the author’s prologue is pushed forward into the story and labeled as Chapter One. I reached the end of the book one night, and the next night I picked it up again, re-read the first chapter and decided to end there instead.

Tonight I watched the 1972 movie adaptation. Just as the final celebratory fireworks lit the atmosphere of the alien planet Tralfamadore, several illegal fireworks cracked and sparkled in the streets outside my living room window in Los Angeles on planet Earth.

Both forms of Slaughterhouse-Five really moved me and I choose not to write any more about them just now.

Venerable Vonnegut

Wednesday, June 9th, 2004

Thanks to my mom-in-law for bringing to my attention this beautifully winding opinion piece by Kurt Vonnegut, published last month by In These Times and featured on the Common Dreams News Center. I think he’s brilliant. Reading him I am rendered dumb and silly; I retreat into a sort of awestruck mental paralysis, a strange giddy stupor from which I watch all my extreme feelings of optimism and pessimism for Humanity and the Course of Life on Earth converge in a desperately passionate tango. Same thing happened around this time last year when I read Joseph Heller’s Catch-22. These two geezers sit way up high on my pedestal for Geniuses of Humorous Anti-war Fiction. It’s about time I dive into Slaughterhouse-five. Library card at the ready!

Summer Reading Flashback

Wednesday, June 9th, 2004

A year ago this month, I was definitely in need of a blog. But I hadn’t discovered Jablog yet, and so I unloaded this ridiculously long e-mail on my family and pals. Ah, the benefits of hindsight. Now I see how I might’ve split it up into different blog entries, obsessively pruning the rambling sentences and fussing over word choice. Revisiting it now feeds into some deep instinct to mark the passage of time through anniversaries. It’s also good for reflecting on my progress as a reader and a writer and a worker…and for remembering what books I still want to read! (more…)

El hobbit

Sunday, May 16th, 2004

Quiero recordar unos párrafos muy lindos en esta traducción de El hobbit antes que debo devolver el libro a la biblioteca pública. Leí la mayor parte del primo capítulo, “Una tertulia inesperada”.

Gandalf se puso a la cabecera [de la mesa], con los trece enanos alrededor, y Bilbo se sentó en un taburete1 junto al fuego, mordisqueando2 una galleta (había perdido el apetito) e intentando aparentar3 que todo era normal y de ningún modo una aventura.

1un taburete = a stool; 2mordiscar = to nibble; 3aparentar = to feign, pretend

“Ahora un poco de música!” dijo Thorin. “Sacad los instrumentos!” Kili y Fili se apresuraron4a buscar las bolsas y trajeron unos pequeños violines; Dori, Nori y Ori sacaron unas flautas de algún bolsillo de los capotes; Bombur tamborile desde el vestíbulo; Bifur y Bofur salieron también, y volvieron con unos clarinetes que habían dejado entre los bastones. Dwalin y Balin dijeron, “Discupladme, dejé el mío en el porche!” Y Thorin dijo, “Trae el mío también!” Regresaron con unas violas tan grandes como ellos mismos, y con el arpa de Thorin envuelta en una tela verde. Era una hermosa arpa dorada, y cuando Thorin la rasgueó5, los otros enanos empezaron juntos a tocar una música, tan súbita y dulcemente que Bilbo olvidó todo lo demás, y fue transportado a unas tierras distantes y oscuras, bajo lunas extrañas, lejos de Delagua y muy lejos del agujero-hobbit bajo La Colina.

4apresurarse = to make haste; 5rasguear = to strum, pluck, stroke

Mientras cantaban, el hobbit sintió dentro de él el amor de las cosas hermosas hechas a mano con ingenio y magia; un amor fiero y celoso, el deseo de los corazones de los enanos. Entonces algo de los Tuk renació en él: deseó salir y ver las montañas enormes, y oír los pinos y las cascadas, y explorar las cavernas, y llevar una espada en vez de un bastón. Miró por la ventana. Las estrellas asomaban6 fuera en el cielo oscuro, sobre los árboles. Pensó en las joyas de los enanos que brillaban en las cavernas tenebrosas. De repente, en el bosque de más allá de Delagua se alzó un fuego -quizá alguien encendía una hoguera-, y pensó en dragones devastadores que invadían la pacífica Colina envolviendo todo en llamas. Se estremeció7; y en seguida volvió a ser el sencillo señor Bolsón, de Bolsón Cerrado, Sotomonte otra vez.

6asomar = to show, begin to appear; 7estremecerse = to tremble, shudder

En este domingo tranquilo y un poquito perezoso, yo deseo nanos-músicos que me transportaría a tierras distantes y misteriosas, “bajo lunas extrañas,” lejos de Los Angeles y muy lejos de mi agujero-hobbit, al menos por un rato.

Kill Bill

Saturday, April 17th, 2004

Thoreau apparently wrote that "a man is rich in terms of the number of things he can afford to leave alone". The author of The Passionate Teacher, my latest foray into reading advice for teachers, uses this quote to argue that "a teacher is wise in terms of that part of the curriculum he or she conscientiously chooses not to cover". I haven’t made any conclusions yet about that theory, but I would like to apply Thoreau’s wisdom to the art of filmmaking in an effort to explain why Quentin Tarantino’s Kill Bill failed overall to entertain me.

Someone needed to stand up to this bratty director and force him to focus, to sacrifice some of his precious moments to the cutting room floor. It would’ve been no big deal really – his movies are usually constructed in such a way that he easily could have integrated those bits into the next one or the one after that. But he’s bull-headed, as my mother-in-law might say, and the best Miramax could do was to make him split his 4 hour ‘epic’ into two volumes, totally at the expense of the audience! Gee, if only Tarantino could’ve come up with another hour and a half he could’ve had his very own trilogy, like The Matrix and The Lord of the Rings – ooooo, I bet he’s more than a little jealous! Maybe I better be careful what I wish for…

Not that there weren’t interesting visuals. I even went along with the name-that-reference game for a while (though admittedly I identified <10% of ‘em, since the whole movie is a string of references – maybe the Special Edition Deluxe DVD box set will feature a pop-up video option!) All this wasn’t enough to keep my mind engaged and I found it wandering behind the curtain to dwell on my aversion to the director’s personality. (Thankfully he didn’t give himself an extended cameo this round.) You know, the whole arms flying, mouth flapping, hyperactive ADD snobby trash elitist nightmare. Now Salon’s reviewer goes one better, claiming it’s actually a well-nurtured persona, and I admit I derive much satisfaction from reading his column – in my mind I can stand safely behind him as he eloquently makes his case and peek over his shoulder occasionally to point and jeer "Yeah, that’s right!" or "HA! that’s what I say!"

Since I mostly agree with Taylor’s assessment, let me add that I didn’t hate this movie (there are much worse ways to spend a Saturday afternoon) and direct you to some compliments which begin on page 2 of the review. (For even more generous compliments and comparisons between Vol. 1 and Vol. 2 see Rotten Tomatoes.) But if I had my druthers, I’d pick a Jim Jarmusch genre re-mix (what a genius!) any day over Tarantino’s. Jarmusch wanted to make a b&w western, a samurai film, and a mafia/gangsta hybrid. He had the patience and discipline to work his ideas out in two completely separate and exquisitely beautiful films, Dead Man and Ghost Dog. Tarantino wanted to make a Sergio Leone western, a samurai epic, a martial arts action flick, an anime film, a film noir, maybe even a Jarmusch genre re-mix…but all we got was the messy and self-indulgent Kill Bill.

A day at the beach

Sunday, March 28th, 2004

So we tend to take the Pacific Ocean for granted. And the sunshine, for that matter. We’re constantly getting messages on the answering machine that are some variation of "…well, I’m sure you’re out enjoying the California sunshine [while we tramp through the sludge of Midwestern winter]…" Meanwhile, we’re sitting in the dark at the cinema or negotiating the crowds at Trader Joe’s for groceries. But today was different. Today we went to the beach.

We went to the only beach in LA county that welcomes dogs, (and apparently, Karate Kids? [excuse the pop-up, click to their Locations page and scroll down]), Leo Carrillo State Beach, well north of Malibu. It took a while to get there, mainly because I decided to take Bob past one of the schools where I’ve been teaching on the border of Ventura county, and from there we had to wind our way (amongst some crazy hard-core bicyclists) through the hills to the coast. It was really hot by the time we finished our picnic, and when we went for a walk in the wet sand, Gordon, normally averse to any water not found in his drinking bowl, plopped right down in a receding wave to cool off! Poor bugger was panting nonstop like the obese creature we adopted last summer!

The highlight of the afternoon – well, it definitely wasn’t my lame attempt to fly a kite. It happened when we were loafing and reading (and wishing we had a beach umbrella in the worst way). I re-started The Whale Rider, this time for good (maybe sitting by the Pacific helped me connect to Kahu’s story). I was just getting into it when a couple of soggy 10-year-olds trotted by and greeted our overheated pooch. Before I knew what was happening they were showing me the strange little crustaceans they’d dug up and smuggled away in the mini-environment of sturdy plastic cups filled with sand and water. They prattled on about the creatures, telling and showing me how they burrow and play dead and look! here’s a baby and do you want to hold one and feel how it tickles you? The boy proceeded to blow my mind by engaging me in an intelligent conversation about The Whale Rider story! He told me how much he liked the movie, but it sure was sad and made him cry(!!) Reluctantly we parted ways – they ran off to picnic with their families and I returned to my reading, humbled by their enthusiasm and wisdom.

The Essential 55 by Ron Clark

Friday, March 26th, 2004

Thanks to friend Kelly or sister Emily (I can’t remember which of you two education stars it was) for recommending this book, as the subtitle goes, An Award-Winning Educator’s Rules for Discovering the Successful Student in Every Child. After a long wait in the public library system I got it last week. I liked a lot of his ideas about giving students structure and discipline, letting them know exactly what’s expected of them (something I definitely struggle with), and following through with threats/promises. His stories were sometimes inspiring. Yet I don’t feel the gimmick of the Essential 55 really works – it’s a bit of a contradiction really. I mean I can master the Sierra Club’s 10 essentials for backcountry traveling, but govern a classroom with 55 often complex and overlapping rules? And so this guy’s energy was ultimately more exhausting than inspiring for me – he definitely didn’t convince me to run out and throw myself at a teacher certification program! At the end I had the sneaking suspicion that he’d quit teaching to be a highly-paid speaker and full-time schmoozer (just read between the lines on his jacket biography: "Since winning the 2001 Disney Teacher of the Year Award, [he quit his low-paying classroom teacher gig and] he has spoken to teachers, PTAs, and school boards across the country.") All of which is sadly confirmed by his web site. Now I’m definitely sick of his perky face and can’t wait to give the book back to the library!

Long distance board game

Monday, February 2nd, 2004

Saturday I was reunited with the most intense Lord of the Rings fans in my family for a long-distance game of Trivial Pursuit (book version). I was invited to participate via speaker phone and paired with cousin Andrew whose LOTR trivia instincts are strong and his reflexes quick. He identified Cirdan the Shipwright before the question was even finished! I confused the color of the banners of Dol Amroth (white swans, but on a blue background – Doh!), but overall we finished an honorable second place. The technology wasn’t perfect – when we had to pick the name of the Widow who looks after Gaffer Gamgee I couldn’t distinguish the initial consonants of the choices for the name R-umble! But it was very flattering to be included across great distance in such lovely company. Good job James and Mum for coming back to take the game! and thanks to Mary and Steve for paying the phone bill!