Thursday, February 9, 2006

Milestone

   It is a milestone, a rite of passage.  It is no big deal in the catalogue of things that go wrong with the body.  I have friend here at the old folks home got four pints of new blood, and I have a friend on line who got a bone marrow transplant. Everyday we hear about family members with tumors, cysts, and other horrors.  But I lost part of an eyetooth.

   The difference is: it is MY tooth.  I have had it since I was six or seven. It has been hollow for some time and my tongue could not leave it alone.  The tip of my tongue kept toying with that cavity. Today I found part of it in my corned beef hash.  Lucky I didn't swallow it.

   What will I do about it?  Nothing, unless it hurts.  I will join the ranks of snaggle toothed old folks.

   Next step is false teeth and I hope to put off that option as long as I can. I will contemplate each milestone as I reach it.  It is a pleasant journey over all. 

  

Wednesday, February 8, 2006

Two Thoughts

Thought One:  There are some movies I want to see.

   Pink Panther with Steve Martin.

   Firewall with Harrison Ford

   Capote. (Thanks, Karen, I had just looked it up...but, you're my on-going research.)

Thought Two:  This is the global information age and I, an early twentieth century nerd (not geek), am about to enter the twenty first century geekhood.  I have signed up for DSL, and made the foolish choice of self-installation of high speed modem.  What do I know about such geekness?  Very little.  I had expected to ask a friend of my grandson to do it.  How is that for casual?  The friend of a relative to lead me on this leap from one age to another. 

I called and asked to have an installer from SBC to do the dirty work, but was told I could "save fifty dollars" by having the parts delivered and then call a technician. Well, we will see.  Had I thought about my changing centuries, I would have ordered the professional from the get-go and paid an extra fifty.

What is the fare from one world to another?

Pogrom

   Spent over an hour just editing my Favorites links.  Purged the list down to number fifty. Cut the list from fifty to about ten.  Some of those journals haven't posted in a YEAR.  Shows how rarely I check them all.

   Now have about a hundred left to check.  If I can pare that down at the same rate, I will have an active list of about thirty.  I can really check em all on a slow saturday afternoon.

Monday, February 6, 2006

Photo Scavenger Hunt -- topic: RED

   Here's a rerun, just to qualify for Betty's Photo Scavenger Hunt.

That's me, enjoying an outdoor breakfast benefit concert by my son-in-law.  Picture by my daughter.

Sunday, February 5, 2006

One Hundred Years of Solitude -- Book Review

One hundred Years of Solitude

by Gabriel Garcia Márquez

Remember this? It was an Oprah Book Club selection before A Million Little Pieces by James Frey. She found it a fascinating read,too. Oh, my. Our Book Club at the old folks home selected it on her recommendation, and my report follows:

Interesting but not engrossing. I think not engrossing because, as book club assignment, it is like required reading in a college class. You feel obligated to study and report on it. The additional pressure affects your interest level.

I can read but skip paragraphs. Sort of want it to hurry along. Cannot leisurely read at the pace the author intended.

Chapter one: a parable… views how mankind seeks, accepts, adopts, and misuses changes and progress. The character accepts magnetism, optics, alchemy, and misuses them. He costs his wife her inheritance in his effort to double her gold. At the end of the chapter, he is introduced to ice. Will there be more of his adventure with ice? The opening sentence tells of the family adventure to see ice. The opening sentence also tells that he is eventually to be executed by firing squad.

Why did author open with the ultimate end of the character….death by firing squad. Are we supposed to be interested in how he came to be there?

Characters thus far

Melquiades the gypsy with the discoveries;

Colonel Aureliano Buenda, whose story we are following;

Jose Arcadio Buendia, the father whose squandered his wife’s inheritance;

Ursula Iguaran, the wife.

The town is Macondo.

I am reminded of my own parable of the sultan who ruled the desert and was given a bowl of liquid, water, in which he envisioned the whole earth and the worldwide uses of water, drink, agriculture, transportation, recreation, industry, comfort, health. He studied the bowl intently, guarded it zealously, but on the fifth day, it was all gone. In other words, he studied it to death. Like E.T. he was studied until he died.

Jose had been a rising citizen, farming well, raising his family. He had laid out the town of Macondo so well that every home had an equal amount of sunlight, and an equal distance to water. But when the alchemist came, Jose was distracted, captivated by his own imagination, and his grandiose plans bankrupted the family. However, they are about to set off to seek ice, which he called the largest diamond in the world. It was one when touched, burned the hands. The ice itself can be a metaphor for the whole topic. Ice is so cold, that it seems to burn the hands. Science is so progressive, it destroys the scientist. Frankenstein, beware, take note. Question: Is it the greed, or the alchemy, that destroys the alchemist?

Synopsis so far: Aureliano looks back as he faces the firing squad and remembers his father, Jose, as a successful town planner, family man, farmer is blinded by greed and curiosity and leaves his profession and seeks a new future, with ice.

To be continued.

Chapter 2... Flash back to the founding of Macondo. Tells how Jose met Ursula, married her and six months later forcing her to have sex by killing a villager who mocked his celibacy. Aureliano is born and has magnificent sexual organ which Ursula admires. Aureliano visits Pilar at night and gets her pregnant. Jose runs off with gypsies . Without the genealogical table I would be completely lost. Ursula runs after Jose, deserting Jose S and their new daughter Amarantha, and finds another civilization on the other side of the swamp and six months later brings back a crowd of people. The gypsies come with a flying carpet during the time Ursula is gone. Auerliano’s child by Pilar, Arcadio, comes to live with Jose and Ursula after her return at the start of chapter three, page 40

All of this has happened by page 40.

Thursday, March 11, 2004

Synopsis continued…pages 40 to 56

Ursula starts a business of making candy animals

Rebeca, a seemingly mute cousin arrived from another town and was grudgingly taken in. She had to be trained to eat since she was surviving on soil from the courtyard and lime plaster from the walls. Unfortunately she had the plague, which has symptoms like Alzheimer’s, in that it causes the loss of memory. Through the candy animals, she infects much of the town. Jose, with his ingenuity combats the disease somewhat by compensating for memory loss with labels on everything, including the cow.

Someone moves in, who seems to Jose, because of his “Alzheimer’s", to be a stranger . He becomes a skilled silversmith. Then another stranger moves in with some magic potion. The potion helps Jose regain his memory and he realizes that stranger number one is his son, Jose Jr, and that stranger number two is the magician, Melquiades.

Page 56. I decided that I am indifferent to the fate of the town of Macondo, or it’s inhabitants, Jose, Ursula, Jose Jr., the forty year-old male virgin, or Melquiades, Rebeca, or Aureliano, whose fate we already know. Then, though I am wondering about the ice business, I lay the book aside.

Perhaps Oprah should avoid books who have numbers in their titles.

Saturday, February 4, 2006

Sneaky Dribbler

   A couple of entries ago, I put the topic right in the title with the name leading...."The Girl with the Pearl Earring".  My thinking was, with the title right there is plain sight I might get spotted by Blog Search, and get listed first so people Googling could find me.

   And it worked.  I Googled with Blog Search and found my journal listed right up there with the big boys. 

   I don't know if I got any extra hits that way, but it was fun being my own press agent.

Thursday, February 2, 2006

Homegrown Oscars -- Weekend assignment 97

We're asked to make up a movie category of our own choosing and then nominate an Oscar for it. 

Category: Best Actress to look like a famous painting. 

Winner: Scarlett Johannson in Girl with the Pearl Earring.  She looks exactly like the girl in the Vermeer painting of the same name.  The movie features a painting, and I wonder if it is a movie prop made to look like Scarlett, looking like the model in the senenteenth century painting, or a reproduction of the actual Vermeer, which looks like Scarlett in the twenty first century.

Speaking of look alikes, catch the tribute painted by Leanne.  It looks like the actual painting.  Scarlett ought to get in on the bidding for that one.  Looks like her, too. 

Alernate category Longest unecessary remake because the orginal was fine in the first place and there is already an excellent and shorter remake:  King Kong. 

Extra credit: The first movie I remember seing was a silent whose name I do not know, but remember the last scene in which a piece of scenery falls on a stage actor and he has a lingering death scene at fade out.  The first one whose name I remember was The Jazz Singer with Al Jolson.  That was a history maker.  I guess my family knew it was and that is why we went to see it. Imagine: I am old enough to have seen the first talkie -- on its origianl run