Aware Again of the Cinema

Documentary on Cuteness
You don't really need to watch this past the mentioning of the narrator and her comment on mother polar bears. Hilarious.

Two Bad A's

We Own the Night - Mark Wahlberg seems to shine brightest when playing an authority figure of some kind (firefighter in "I Heart Huckabees," hard cop in "The Departed," and Ass Whuppin' Head Honcho in "Four Brothers"), and he's back here as a cop in a "good brother/bad brother" flick with Joaquin Phoenix. Marky Mark also seems to in seamlessly with a 1970's backdrop.

American Gangster - Denzel and Russell Crowe will hopefully team up to pound Cuba Gooding Jr. for two and a half hours. I cringe a little at Crowe's Brooklyn accent, but maybe he'll just shoot lots of stuff.

And this just looks rad and I've heard nothing but amazing things about the almost 20 Beatles songs redone by the unknown cast who were apparently signed on by holding musical auditions.

Books Acquired Over the Summer

These hail from used book stores in Alaska, Idaho, and Colorado, as well as a few gifts.

The Death of Ivan Ilyich - Leo Tolstoy
Found in the Moscow Goodwill for $.69

Grendel - John Gardner
The Beowulf tale from the antagonist's perspective, I picked this guy up for $1.00 in Juneau.

It's Greek to Me! - Michael Macrone
Almost too embarrassing to mention, this book is like culture-porn; Explaining the Greek and Roman roots of everyday phrases and cliches, it provides instant nerd gratification with little work or sacrifice, and leaves you less capable of studying something real and in it's entirety.

The Music of What Happens - John Straley
Given to me by Margie Beedle, whose home we stayed at in Juneau. It's a mystery/suspense deal that takes place in Sitka.

Love This! - Andy Braner
Given to me by the author.

The Natural - Bernard Malamud
The Natural the movie is probably my favorite flick of all time, based almost entirely on sentimental reasons. The other 2% is the sappy (but rad) soundtrack by Randy Newman. I only recently discovered that a book by Jewish-American Bernard Malamud was the inspiration, and I couldn't resist the $.69 Goodwill special.

A Fine and Pleasant Misery - Patrick McManus
Kind of an impulse buy at the Moscow-Pullman airport for $3.00. Humorous musings on the idea of comfort in the outdoors, not too bad so far.

The Control of Nature - John McPhee
McPhee first caught my eye in a creative non-fiction class at the UI when I read some of his essays on modern day horse rustlers in the apparently still wild Southwest US. He's the kind of dude who dives in headfirst with his research on topics and this collection looked hott. Tales of places on Earth where Man is caught in a perpetual war against the elements.

I Am Charlotte Simmons - Tom Wolfe
Being a hard back bumped this Goodwill purchase up to something like $1.49, but I've heard so many good things about this little number that I couldn't say no. I've actually never read anything by Mr. Wolfe so I'm excited to give it a whirl.

Mountaineering: The Freedom of the Hills - multiple authors
The climber's Bible. Everything from navigation to building snow caves to bomber anchors to snow cycles in the alpine. And illustrations.

The Stranger - Albert Camus
Found it at camp.

Rocky Mountain Boom Town: History of Durango, Colorado - Duane Smith
I became very fascinated with the histories of most everywhere I traveled this summer, and thought the mining/outlaw history of one of my favorite places would be a good beginning. I almost dropped about $40 on a book about the Russian Orthodox movement in Sitka, Alaska, but Lady Sense stayed my wallet.

Sitka the Sweetest

Click here, then pull down the "About Sitka" menu, and click "Wish You Were Here!" Photos and stories to follow. Alaska is outstanding.

Summer Highlights and Things to Come

Amy and I have been comfortably back in Moscow almost a week now and take off on Thursday for Juneau, Alaska to photograph the wedding of Greg Albrecht and Annie Fox. Hopefully some rad shots of the ferry ride, wedding, and glaciers to come.

As is my custom, I've kept a running list of the many hilarious things I heard come out of many mouths this summer. Keep in mind for some of these that they were asked while in the middle of the Weminuche Wilderness on backpacking trips. Here's a peek:

"Hey guys, from now on, call me Mountain Spider."

"Hey Matt! What pot should we use to cook the hashbrowns?"
"The small one."
"So.... should I fill up the medium pot?"

"When's the rain gonna stop?"

"Do you guys have a laundry bag for us?"

And perhaps my favorite:

"How will we know when the water is boiling?"


More pictures may be pending on the fixing/replacing of my computer. There are a few more up from trips this summer over at flickr. I did just pick up this guy for next to nothing, so I may get back into the film game for a bit.

Glimpse

Some new pictures up at flickr, click the 'Photographs' on the right.

Onward

All B's for the final semester at UI. My degree will be put to good use this summer for another round of Kanakuk, this time working with the formidable Taylor Tinsley, the highly regarded Rose Cline, and the mysterious Tamara X--. Pictures and stories to follow throughout the summer. Pray for patience, wisdom, and my Toyota. She made it down, but not without some wounds.

Onion, You've Done It Again

Why oh why didn't I find this in time to paste it into my Brit Lit class evaluation form? The last line may be my favorite.

Lewis on the Afterlife

“Is it possible for men to be too much concerned with their eternal destiny? In one sense, paradoxical though it sounds, I should reply, Yes. For the truth seems to me to be that happiness or misery beyond death, simply in themselves, are not even religious subjects at all. A man who believes in them will of course be prudent to seek the one and avoid the other. But that seems to have no more to do with religion than looking after one’s old age. The only difference here is that the stakes are so very much higher.”

~ Reflections on the Psalms

The Blow

A few months ago Chris Aberlesque, Asher and myself went up to Spokane to see The Blow play at Whitworth College. Parentheses is a song you need to hear.

Evals

In keeping with my tradition of offering alternative titles for classes I've taken at the U of I in my class evaluations, I submit to you my suggestion for Brit Lit 342 - "Gender Studies 101: The Wickedness of Men."

Bounderby & Manfred

For my final project in Brit Lit I'm writing a short interchange between Dickens's Josiah Bounderby, and Lord Byron's Manfred. This is the first and roughest draft. I'm basically just aping the characters to demonstrate a grasp of the people in the stories we read, and avoid like the plague writing about anything dealing with women's rights or class struggles. Any advice would be rad, since I don't write fiction. The style is definitely more Hard Times than Manfred, but I get a bit of the Byronic Hero's desire for mad sympity. Enjoy, and comment:

After a longish pause, in which one man busied himself with the task of looking indispensable to the conversation and the other gaped forlornly into the sky, the former flapped his lips.

“I say, Manfred! You’ve quite a wit about you, not that it’ll get you anywhere in this town. Though I do declare that to be the most whimsical jib of the season!”

Manfred’s comment had, of course, been anything but whimsical, jovial, or lighthearted. Seemingly ignoring present company he remarked, “What is laughter but madness? And if madness could offer me that Oblivion which I so achingly seek, by a thousand oaths would I swear to pursue it with all that is left of my riddled heart. A heart so twisted, so—”

“Now now, that’ll do. No need to go on and on about whatever trifle bothers you at the moment. You’ve nothing to compare my own sufferings with anyhow, and you don’t hear me pinning you to the floor with the weight of my life’s tale, now do you?”

Having regained a stranglehold on the conversation, Bounderby took a healthy swig from his eminently practical mug. It wasn’t the worst ale from the brewhouse, and Josiah Bounderby of Coketown certainly wouldn’t expect to be drinking the best, though he could readily afford it. He’d settled on a modestly priced brown ale, which he enjoyed almost as much for its nondescript flavor as for its most agreeable price.

Manfred had positioned himself near a small window and gazed longingly at the world behind a thin glass pane.

“Would that I had not committed so grievous a sin so as to taint my very being to its core,” he wept, burying his face in his hands.

“Now stop a bit,” bellowed Bounderby. “I’ll not hear any more of this chattel from you on such a preposterous topic until you explain yourself reasonably. All this pomp and high speak over a mere --”

“Speak it not!” cried Manfred, thrusting his hand towards his companion. “For to even mention that moment would be to cast my soul into Hades, abandoning Him to the creatures of the Netherworld. My guilt stained hands clasp together to plead with you, remember my fault no more!”

Manfred threw himself at Bounderby’s feet, much to the swelling of Bounderby himself, who was secretly pleased with the situation, but felt obligated out of forced humility to command the man grasping at his ankles to desist.

“Hrmph! Stop that now, this pitiable groveling, you’ll tear my socks to ribbons! Not that I need them, heaven knows I made it through most of my life shoeless, much less without the comfort of socks. Socks would’ve likely slowed me down on my way to where I am today.”

Manfred regained himself and sat back in his stool, staring intensely at a dark spot on the floor between the two men.

“I say,” Bounderby began, looking from the spot to Manfred, “this business that’s troubling you…might I not be able to lend a hand in making things right? I certainly never received any leg up in this world from anyone, but I suppose it would complete the circle or some such thing for me to –”

At this point, a look of such horror came across Manfred’s face that Bounderby thought for a moment that some monstrosity was sidling up to him from behind, and began to turn around in his chair. While he struggled to rotate his bulbous figure in such a small area, Manfred expressed such abhorrence at Bounderby’s offer that the whale of a man had to bolster himself with another pull of ale before stepping back into the discussion.

“See now, it’s not like that, not like that at all. I wouldn’t be simply giving you the means to make right what has been spoiled. That’d be plain foolish of me, and Josiah Bounderby may be many unseemly things, but he’s no fool. I see it as an investment for the future, one that I’d like to see turn a tidy profit in the long run.”

“To entwine yourself with one so wretched as myself is something I cannot allow you to do. Though the Spirits may meddle with Man, I’ll not stoop to their baseness and pull a neighboring vessel down to the deep with my own!” cried Manfred, quite beside himself. “And more, what could a mere mortal as yourself do to cleanse what has been fouled in such a way? It is more of this madness we spoke of earlier.”

Bounderby, seeing his opportunity to call on the authority of a commoner, motioned blusterously for the barmaid to attend to them.

“Now ma’am,” he said, once she had come over and directed her attention from the weeping Manfred to the swelling Bounderby, “you’ve worked here at the King’s Arms pub for how many years?”

“Thirteen, sir, an’ good ones a’that.”

“Fine fine. Now surely in those thirteen years you’ve had a patron or two lose his balance and topple his glass to the floor, have you not? Or is this a magical place,” he said, looking at Manfred with great pleasure in his own proposing of this notion, “a place where the laws of the universe never make a fool of the man who has perhaps been a bit tipsy?”

“Aye sir, we ‘ave. Why in fact, jus’ the other night those Brecken boys was back froom a match an’ –”

“That’s fine, just fine. Now ma’am, I see that you’ve been here a good time and seen many spilled ales. How is it then that the floor upon which our stools sit is not covered with these blemishes?”

Here, the barmaid swelled a bit herself, and said with a beaming smile, “My husband, Clive, that’s ‘ow. He roons the woodshop near the butcher’s and comes to the Arms once a year to keep up the floors.”

“Now let us suppose that one desired to remove a certain spot from the boards. This one for instance.” He motioned towards the dark area Manfred had been eying earlier, much to the mortification of the spiller of ale.

“Hmmm,” said the barmaid as she leaned in for a closer look. “Well I suppose Clive could coom in early and knock that right out for say, three pound?”

“Do you suppose…,” Bounderby looked at her imploringly.

“Julia,” she beamed.

“Do you suppose, Julia, that you might mention that this spot was tended to by Josiah Bounderby of Coketown? Should anyone inquire as to its being cleaned that is. I’m not one for blowing my own horn, but I think it right proper to give credit where credit is due. Don’t you agree?” he directed this last question at Manfred, who was squirming under the gaze of both Bounderby and Julia.

“Have a bit of a tiff with the pint, love?” asked the smiling woman.

“Wretch that I am! Misery upon woe, will these Demons of Memory never cease to plague me? My soul, tender blossom, is unfit for trials such as these. Away!” As he uttered this last word, Manfred threw himself dramatically out of the nearby window, opened by an encouraging young pub rat. The window was but four feet from the ground, and as Manfred picked himself up from the dirt and flowers and shuffled off, Bounderby looked after him, shaking his head and ‘tsk tsking.’

“That’s Josiah with an ‘H’ ma’am, in case you mean to write it somewhere for a man to see.”

Crit

Pictocards

I've scanned in a few shots from my 1 roll of 35mm taken in Utah and Boulder (with one artsy shot from Moscow). Check it.

Call Me An Idealist, But I Believe In Sinless Perfection

My little children , I am writing these things to you that you may not sin. And if anyone sins, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous. - 1 John 2:1

Notice the wording of IF anyone sins, making sin seem to be the exception, and sinlessness to be the norm.

No temptation has overtaken you but such as is common to man; and God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will provide the way of escape also, that you may be able to endure it. - 1 Corinthians 10:13

Pretty clear. Nothing that's thrown at you is irresistible, your sin is a choice. If it's a choice and a sinless option exists, sinlessness can be a way of life.

Now I certainly don't believe in salvation making it impossible to sin, some kind of magical blessing that makes sin vaporize when it gets too close to the Sanctified Christian. But the admonishments we receive in Scripture aren't promoting some kind of "close enough" morality. There's no talk of an acceptable level of sin in the regenerate Christian's life.


I definitely think that just like a highly liturgical church needs to be on guard against producing robots that chant back the appropriate creed, those working with kids in an evangelical setting need to be aware of the opposite blunder. My experience has been that the latter tend to embrace more worldly mediums of ministry, everything from Switchfoot to "Satan is a Nerd" t-shirts. These may be mighty Hammers of God, who am I to say? The Devil's work may be smitten $16.99 at a time. But my point is that the line between believer and non-believer is a bit more blurred here, and in an attempt to match every gizmo the world produces with its Christian double two years later, some worldly philosophy can creep in.

That philosophy is the same that I've seen in the Education system, a kind of tip-toeing around feelings where we don't expect much from kids and when they do come up short, "it's ok," we say. "So," the goateed youth pastor asks me, "you think that we should expect kids to be sinless? Well then their self-image will be destroyed when they do sin." That's the point, I would reply. We should be repentant if we sin. It should bother us that we sin at all.



Matt 19:17- The rich man was sinless in all the commandments Jesus asked him about, many of which are sins people claim to be inescapable. He not only avoided the big ones like murder, adultery, and theft, but he also told no lies, honored his mother and father, and loved his neighbor.

John 8:11 - What does Jesus tell the woman caught in adultery to do? "Go your way. From now on sin no more." Hmmm...

Ho Ho

Apparently, Google pulled an April Fools joke on all of us. From this page, it looked legitimate, but click on "Learn more..." for the funny stuff. My favorite line is the claim that "For every Gmail Paper we produce, the environment gets incrementally healthier." What a bunch of Goongles.

New Items

Hot off the shelves of your local Co-Op:

Free range GummiBears: These little guys are fed exclusively on handpicked, chemical-free GummiBerries before being led to an internationally approved GummiSlaughter, agreed upon by a multi-ethnic board which included women. And they met at a round table.

Organic, shade-grown, fair trade soap: So you can feel globally responsible while washing behind....wait a minute....


*I love the Co-Op