“Marxism is the opium of the intellectuals.”

- Edmund Wilson

Does anyone know the Greek word for "Bite me"?

I've spent the last three days trying to schedule a Greek sidetrip to Crete or Santorini into our upcoming family vacation, only to see my carefully balanced (and thoroughly analyzed) plans sink like Atlantis when the airfares literally jumped more than 500 budget-busting dollars right before my eyes. (I love the internet!)

We are now less than two weeks away from invading Europe and I'm about five minutes away from losing my grip. By the time you do all the work around your home and on your job (including a two-day business trip to New Jersey) that is necessary in order for you to go away for three weeks ... well, you really need a long vacation. Part of my stress is in working out a suitable itinerary that allows us to see the things we want to see without rushing all over the place, all while staying within the budget. While you might think the "see Europe on $300 a day plan" doesn't sound like much of a challenge, you should try it with four people at today's prices and British exchange rate (not to mention the hotel rate, the BritRail rate, the cost of petrol, etc.).

Plans have been slipping through my fingers about as quickly as the remaining moments before our trip. This weekend, though, I was resolved to tie everything up in a dream itinerary: purposeful, yet flexible; affordable yet high in value. It seemed workable; the segments were broken down,: so many days in London and vicinity, off to Greece for four days, divvy up the remainder between Ireland and Scotland, while trying to make it to Normandy for Memorial Day. Not a particularly Herculean task, but right now I'm feeling about like the stuff that was washed out of the Aegean Stables.

I know, no one feels sorry for me. The major part — getting over there and back — has been handled and even if we picked our destinations by throwing pub darts once we got there we're sure to have a good time and see lots of interesting things. Plus, in all my on-line investigating I discovered EasyJet and low, low airfares in the UK and from there to western Europe. Right now the leading candidate to replace Santorini is a flight to Turin (about $30 per person each way), followed by a little drive down the Tuscan coast from Genoa to Pisa. Once back in England we can fly to Cork (about $20 each), or to Edinburgh (about $30). Of course, if I wanted to see the country from on high I'd simply buy a map, but it's nice to know rapid, affordable transit is available.

The weekend wasn't a total waste, then. We didn't get any of the spring yard work done because of the rain, but put a small but noticeable dent in the housecleaning in preparation for our house-sitting friends. The Reverend Mother has been known to get down on her hands and knees to scrub baseboards when people are just coming for dinner; you might imagine what it's doing to her to think of people living unsupervised in her house for three weeks. (Personally, I'm thinking of stashing some unmentionables behind the sofa pillows just for fun). Well, I'll admit to being interested in having everything in ship-shape around here as well; there's no way I want these people to know I've got copies of Sports Illustrated lying around that are older than those in the Dentist's office.

SO, thanks to a job list that isn't getting any shorter while the time remaining is, I'm going cut back on posting new things to this blog for the next couple of weeks. I'm really looking forward to blogging from the road (I'm taking my laptop and lining up accomodations with wi-fi), but until we get away I'm only going to post quick things that occur to me rather than sitting down purposefully to compose each evening.

That doesn't mean, however, that there won't be something different here every day or so. Borrowing a page from our radio friends, I'm going to queue up (hey, that's a British word!) a retrospective "Best of the Night Writer" from the last 15 months that I've been doing this, especially some of my favorites from the early months when I was getting maybe 15 visitors a day. While it might be "old" stuff, it could very well be new to you, or, if not, I hope you won't mind seeing these again.

And I will see you again, very soon.

The boys and their dads reconvened for the second movie, drawn by the smell of the large pan of fried chicken I'd set out and my promise that this week's movie would have a higher body count than the first movie we watched, High Noon. As we ate, however, I went back to the first movie to once again highlight how Marshall Kane's sense of duty and honor led him to go back and deal with the trouble that was coming because here were similar elements in this week's movie, Zulu. With that I started the movie and used the handy DVD "skip to the next scene" feature to jump from the end of the first scene, where a Zulu warrior picks up a rifle from the British column they've just wiped out, to the beginning of the third scene where a Zulu runner interrupts a village wedding dance to bring word of the victory to the Zulu chief. This strategic use of the remote control meant we could skip the bit with the topless, dancing Zulu women without losing much of the pre-battle exposition. (I don't know how much of this movie the boys will remember, but if they only remember one thing I didn't want it to be dancing girls.)

The group appeared to enjoy the movie, especially the fighting scenes where I heard a few "whoa's" and "ahh's" at different times when the action was particularly intense. I also heard a couple of giggles from one young man when he found some deaths kind of funny. I may ask his father to check his son's bedroom for carcasses of wingless flies. Anyway, it was later in the evening when the film finished and some of the guys were clearly tired so we tried to step through the discussion questions quickly.

This week there a lot fewer silly comments or attempts to veer off into side topics. Part of it may have been because of the hour, but it was also because the guys were more involved in this story. I found, however, that I got better responses and discussion if I made a statement about, for example, the value of discipline and training, rather than asking a leading question as a way to get the young men to reach the answer themselves. A high point, though, was when I asked why Lt. Bromhead had said he wished at that moment that he wasn't "an officer and a gentleman." A couple of the boys grasped right away it was because he would have liked to have run away but knew that he couldn't because of his family history and sense of duty. This discussion gave me the chance to tie this concept back to High Noon and this time I think I saw a couple of light bulbs go on over some heads.

It was also gratifying that as we finished up the guys were asking what movie we were going to see next and not what we were going to have for dinner!

So much music news lately. For one, everyone's talking about the new version of our national anthem translated into Spanish with a lot of new lyrics. I guess it was inevitable as illegal workers and non-workers flood in from countries too poor to offer their own jobs, security and national anthem would come here seeking all those things.

Actually, Mexico has a fine national anthem, borrowed from New Jersey: "Born to Run".

Changing our anthem around to suit their purposes is just downright disrespectful, and these folks wouldn't like it if others did the same to them. What will the response be when Iran decides to adopt "Living la Vida Loca" as its anthem?

Also, the media seems awed by the artistic daring and originality of Neil Young's "Impeach the President" song (those that aren't obsessed with the fate of The Pickler, that is). I guess somebody has to pay attention to these things and the MSM is just irrelevant enough to do the job on both counts while waiting for someone to leak real news to them. In the meantime, Leo has taken the cue from the national anthem changers and come up with new lyrics to Young's "Old Man" song:

Neil Young, look at your life, you're a moonbat has-been!
Neil Young, look at your life, you're a moonbat has-been!

Neil Young look at your life,
64 and and there's just no more
Livin' in a drunken stupor
Mind all full o' goo...
Livin on half a brain
blew your mind out on cocaine
All your lyrics are inane
And your voice is too...

Looking at Neil's photo, however, I think there's an opportunity to rework another of his standards. How about "Forehead in Ohio"?

There's nothing like being a night owl and having to get up earlier than usual to go to a 7:00 a.m. dentist appointment. The only way it gets any better is if the appointment is to get a tooth filled. So you might expect I was positively giddy with anticipation when I pulled up outside my dentist's office this morning at 6:58 to see a man about a cavity.

The fact that I was unfed and uncaffienated also boosted my mood. I had deferred my breakfast and my coffee out of courtesy to the professional staff since even the best coffee smells foul second-hand and even with a good tooth and tongue scrubbing before leaving the house I didn't want to run the risk of having breakfast remnants hanging off of my pearly whites. You'd like to think dentists and hygienists aren't easily grossed out, but when you're going to be on your back underneath them with your mouth pulled wide open, why take a chance?

I know a lot of people have made jokes about how the dentist insists on talking to you when you've got your mouth full of stuff. My dentist isn't like that, preferring to chit-chat with his assistant. This morning both were all a-twitter about the latest American Idol developments and the ousting of someone called "The Pickler." I don't follow this show except for what I see on Bogus Gold so I don't have any attachments to the contestants. My dentist, however, is a big fan of Katherine and told his assistant that he plans to vote for her 100 times. My eyebrows may have been knit closely together at that point, perhaps giving the false impression I was interested in the topic. "Who do you like?" he asked.

Ok, when a guy has needles as long as your arm, high-powered pointy objects and knows where all your nerves are you want to be darn sure you don't poke one of his nerves accidentally. "Urrr, KAFF-FRYN," I managed to get out.

Now that everyone was comfortably numb it was time to move to the drilling part of the show. I know, again, everyone hates this part and has their own horror stories. I don't mind it, really, because I try to look on the bright side of things. In this case, it is an excellent opportunity for me to working on shaping and toning my butt cheeks.

Things went very well, however, and I was back in my car ahead of schedule. Of course, my mouth and lips were numb enough to kiss Hillary Clinton but I knew that would pass. I was still numb on one side by the time I got to work and discovered there were muffins to be had. I was pretty hungry, so I took one and tried to carefully push pieces of it where they needed to go without spilling crumbs or slobber down my shirt. It's amazing how much you can take such a simple and common function for granted until you have to really think about what you're doing. I apparently didn't think quite hard enough, however, because at one point the muffin seemed to be a little too tough and chewy and I realized I had inadvertently (of course it was inadvertent) snagged a piece of my lower lip into the mashing works.

Therefore it is time to cut back on the sweets and brush longer and harder to take better care of my teeth. Events like today's help remind me that I need another cavity like I need, well, another hole in my head.

Last week I featured "To Kill a Mockingbird" in the weekly Fundamentals in Film series on this blog. The main drama in that movie centers around a black man, Tom Robinson, on trial for raping a white woman. The man is defended by the main character of the movie, Atticus Finch. As I watched the movie again it got me to thinking about some the interesting parallels and juxtapositions between the movie trial and the seamy details surrounding the current rape case against the Duke lacrosse players.

My interpretation of these parallels does not mean I think the Duke players are innocent of rape as Robinson was innocent. The statements and disparagement of the evidence (and lack of evidence) proclaimed by the defense teams are interesting, but I keep in mind that these are the defense lawyers after all, doing their job while the prosecution has to play it closer to the vest. It is worth noting that while there has been a lot of attention focused on the alleged victim's questionable past, it turns out that one of the defendents himself may not be a model of decorum either. This doesn't mean that he or his friend are guilty, either. That judgment must still be played out, and will be in the eyes, ears and hands of the judge and jury that draw the case.

What I found interesting, however, is that implicit in the movie was the prejudicial "you know how they are" assumption by most of the whites regarding Tom and his fellow black men. Part and parcel of that was the belief that one didn't dare doubt the word of a white woman, especially over that of a black man. Today the situation is reversed: I sense a distinctly implied "you know how they are" assumption about the privileged, white lacrosse players from an elite school. Meanwhile, politically correct doctrine says that of course you never doubt the word of a woman over a man. These are really just different drawers in the same chifferobe, where ugly things have been stuffed for generations. I would have hoped that if we had learned anything by now it is that no sex and no race has a monopoly on honor and innocence, nor is any free from having its own self-serving agendas and rationalizations.

In both the movie and in real life the defense tries to show the absurdity of the prosecution's case. Atticus Finch, for example, demonstrated that the victim could only have been beaten by a left-handed man, while the defendent was unable to use his left hand as a result of a childhood farming accident. Today, the miracles of DNA testing, cell-phone photos and time-stamped ATM transactions go up against eye-witness accounts and whatever evidence District Attorney Mike Nifong has that has given him the confidence to pursue the case.

In both the movie and in the current events it is clear that something went on. The movie didn't reveal just what that something was. It will be interesting to see if the same will be said of the upcoming trial. One thing that does seem the same in both cases, however, is that the person representing the interests of the black person (Finch for the defense in the movie, Nifong now) shoulders the most hostility. For everyone's sake, what this circus needs is the quiet decency of a real-life Atticus on both sides but I fear that possibility left town the minute the first tv camera hit town, leaving the media to grow as fat and thick as ticks on a Carolina hound.

Of course, "To Kill a Mockingbird" was a story, while today's story is all too real. The real difference for me, however, is that the movie reflected the fear of change. Today's events reflect the fear that perhaps we haven't really changed at all.

The thing about the latter 1970s is that so much of the weirdness then can be easily attributed to drugs. Well, drugs and Jimmy Carter. Now when I look back on those times I often get the feeling that I'm revisiting an alternative universe. Lately I've been inclined to write these perceptions off as a matter of me getting older, while discounting the ready access to certain botanicals and pharmaceuticals back then. After some unfortunate channel-surfing over the weekend, however, I'm back to my original hypothesis.

Friday night I watched the last half of the 1978 "film", Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. Yes, I had full control of the remote and could have changed the channel or looked away, but there was an oddly compelling desire to look, such as what one gets when passing a road accident or a pro-illegal immigration rally. When I first saw the movie in a theater (what are these "movie rental" and "cable television" things you speak of?) I remember lamenting the experience as nothing more than the waste of $3, which I alternatively could have used to purchase half a tank of gas.

Now, looking back from the omniscience of my years I can see where this movie was the place where the fabric of the universe first took on the look of the frayed or torn blue jeans so common back then. Could it be more than coincidence that torn jeans are once more in vogue and this movie is circulating via satellite waves? (And for the record, kids, back in my day we had to work to get those jeans looking like that.)

I'm sure it seemed like a good idea at the time to movie executives to do a rock opera homage to the Beatles. Beatles music was still big, processed rock and roll was starting to rule the land, no dialogue would make it easier to cover up that no one could act and Peter Frampton still had three or four seconds left of his 15 seconds of fame. Peter Frampton? Lord, yes, the movie starred Peter Frampton, looking like he weighed 110 pounds and in all his white blond curls as if he was trying to channel William Katt in The Greatest American Hero, but with half the machismo.

Predictably the result was more homogenization than homage with casting trying to pull in as many popular icons of the era regardless of field or musical genre. Hence the film also features The BeeGees, George Burns, Steve Martin, Alice Cooper, Aerosmith and Earth, Wind & Fire. The BeeGees have the largest roles after Frampton, but I never could (or never bothered) to keep their names straight; to me they've always been Big Hair BeeGee, Missing Hair BeeGee and Blond Hair BeeGee. The trippiest performance, predictably, was Cooper singing "Because" while the best part of the movie was Aerosmith's great cover of "Come Together" (and I'm not even that much of an Aerosmith fan).

To show just how much drugs (or money) were involved you only need to know that both Alice Cooper and Steven Tyler get their butts kicked by Peter Frampton. Yeah, right, like that could happen, especially since Frampton's "moves" seemed to have been borrowed from the scene in "Blazing Saddles" where the men's chorus fought with the cowboys, or perhaps Lauren Bacall trying to hit Edward G. Robinson in "Key Largo". I don't know how much they had to pay Cooper and Tyler (or with what) to go along with this indignity, but I hope for their sakes it was enough. I mean, it would have been more believable for George Burns to win the fight, or even Jimmy Carter's Killer Rabbit who, apparently, wasn't cast in the movie because he wasn't famous until the following year.

As insipid as the movie was it somehow exerted a strong pull on me, not unlike what a kleenex must feel as it gets sucked down the toilet. Maybe it was the lateness of the hour and my fatigue, or the effects of some post-hypnotic suggestion I received in the 70s. The pay-off, however, meager as it may have been was the final scene when the producers pulled in every idle celebrity within a 10 mile radius of the studio for a group chorus of "We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band," shot to look like the album cover.

I was just about to turn the tv off when the camera started panning the pre-"We Are the World" assembly, challenging my ability to recognize these people from nearly 30 years ago. OMG, is that Johnny Winter? What's he doing in this abomination? Rick Derringer and Nils Lofgren — what, did the producers have photos of you with teen-age girls? Wasn't that Jackson Browne, or only Keith Carradine? Hey, there's that other guy with my name, and Hank Williams, Jr! Bowser from Sha-Na-Na? They must have been offering free food at the recording session and he walked in. Whoa, there's Heart from back when they were still good-looking, and a low-miles Bonnie Raitt! Leif Garret, go back to your room NOW, young man. They even had Dr. John and Robert Palmer in there, no doubt to ensure that no matter how stupid the filming was, the cast party was smoking.

I know, I know, I need to chill. I don't know why this set me off, but I'll just do what Alice Cooper and Steven Tyler do whenever they think of this and that is to repeat over and over, "It's only a movie. It's only a movie."

Jeremiad
(jer uh MYE ud) noun

A jeremiad is a tale of woe, a lamentation, a doleful complaint, a plea for compassion, deriving its name from the Lamentations of Jeremiah, the Old Testament prophet of the sixth and seventh centuries B.C. A book of the Bible attributed to him bears his name. He called for moral reform, threatening doom if his message went unheeded. It is the prediction of doom and disaster that we associate with his name. "How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people! how is she become as a widow!...She weepeth sore in the night...all her friends...are become her enemies...Jerusalem hath greviously sinned...The joy of our heart is ceased...O Lord...wherefore dost thou...forsakes us...thou art very wroth against us." Thus spake Jeremiah; but how very boring it can be to be forced to listen to the jeremiads of one's trouble-prone acquaintances! Jeremiah is a name given to any person who takes a gloomy view of his times and denounces what is going on in the world.

My example: Oh, the jeremiads of the modern major generals (ret.)!

From the book, “1000 Most Challenging Words” by Norman W. Schur, ©1987 by the Ballantine Reference Library, Random House. I post a weekly “Challenging Words” definition to call more attention to this delightful book and to promote interesting word usage in the blogosphere. I challenge other bloggers to work the current word into a post sometime in the coming week. If you manage to do so, please leave a comment or a link to where I can find it. Previous words in this series can be found under the appropriate Category heading in the right-hand sidebar.

Courage and integrity aren't always demonstrated in the heat of battle or proved by some dramatic, attention-getting act. Often the best examples are those of quiet resolution by people who wouldn't even grasp what all the fuss is about when their actions are honored. An excellent example is the 1962 classic film To Kill a Mockingbird starring Gregory Peck in the memorable role of Atticus Finch. (The role of Finch was voted as the greatest film hero of all time by the American Film Institute). Most people know the story of the local lawyer who sometimes takes hickory nuts and collard greens in return for his services in the small, southern town of Maycomb during the Depression. Atticus is a widower with two young children, Jem, 10, and Jean Louise (called Scout), 6, who is asked to defend a black man accused of raping a white woman. The story is narrated as a flashback by the adult Scout and despite the town's sleepy demeanor and the polite and respectful way most people addressed each other, there is an underlying creepiness that gradually builds the drama and suspense.

Despite having known tragedy in his life Atticus is a steady, unflappable man who tells his children, "You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view; until you climb into his skin and walk around in it." When the local judge asks him to take the case of Tom Robinson, does so even though he knows that many in the town will be angry if he gives Robinson the defense he deserves and is entitled to by law. When confronted early on by the father of the alleged victim he holds his ground, telling the man, "I've been appointed to defend Tom Robinson. Now that he's charged that's what I intend to do."

In the ensuing months leading up to the trial the pressure mounts both for Atticus and his family. Scout, quick to defend what's right, gets into fights at school with children who criticize her father. When she asks Atticus why he can't or won't quit the case or let someone else handle it he tells her that he has to do it because, "If I didn't, I couldn't hold my head up in town. I couldn't tell you and Jem not to do something again." Ultimately he has to tell Jem, "There's a lot of ugly things in this world, son. I wish I could keep them away from you. But that's never possible."

Some, such as his children, mistake his quiet demeanor as a sign of weakness, not realizing that it is the earmark of a man who knows he doesn't have anything to prove to himself and unconcerned with what others may think about him (his earlier comment to Scout about being able to hold his head up in town had more to do with being ashamed of himself rather than ashamed of what others would say). He is resolute in doing what needs to be done, whether it's defending Tom or shooting a rabid dog threatening the street where his children play. When he shoots the dog, in fact, he does so dispassionately and with a bit of regret. He reacts in much the same way later when he sits up at night on the steps of the jail, unarmed, to face down a lynch mob determined to drag Tom out and kill him before the trial can even start.

For those who haven't seen the movie I won't give away the ending, but suffice to say there are many challenges and suspenseful episodes with help late in the movie coming from an unlikely source. It's a good message for a family, but perhaps too intense for younger members.

Questions to answer:

1. Why do you think the judge asked Atticus to be Tom Robinson's public defender? Why did he come to his house to ask him in person?


2. Why did Atticus feel that if he didn't defend Tom that he wouldn't be able to ever tell Scout and Jem, "not to do something again"?


3. Was there anything in common between the way Atticus dealt with the rabid dog and the way he defended Tom? (hint: think of what both had to do with his children).


4. What did Atticus hope to accomplish (and how) when he went to the jail to gaurd Tom from the lynch mob?

Points to Ponder:

• Though the story is set in the Depression-era south, do the same challenges exist today? What are they?


• How are these alike and how are they different from what Atticus faced in the movie?


• What role do men (and women) like Atticus play in our culture? What is the cost to them?

Great Quotes:
"Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father's passing."

"There are some men in this world who are born to do our unpleasant jobs for us. Your father's one of them."

About Fundamentals in Film: this series began as a class I taught to junior high and high school boys as a way to use the entertainment media to explore concepts of honor, honesty, duty and accountability. The movies were selected to demonstrate these themes and as a contrast to television that typically either portrays men as Homer Simpsons or professional wrestlers, with little in between those extremes. I wrote questions and points to ponder for each movie to stimulate discussion and to get the boys to articulate their thoughts and reactions to each movie. I offer this series here on this blog for the benefit of parents or others looking for a fun but challenging way to reinforce these concepts in their own families or groups. As the list of films grows each week, feel free to use these guides and to mix and match movies according to your interests or those of your group. I'm also always open to suggestions for other movies that can be added to the series. You can browse the entire series by clicking on the "Fundamentals in Film" category in the right sidebar of this blog.

Hi, guys! This is my obligatory blog.

New music review!

The band is Angels and Airwaves. The song is "The Adventure".

This is a new band from Tom DeLonge, who was 1/3 of the pop/punk trio Blink182. I listened to the song one time and went and downloaded it.I heard it on Drive105, which I listen to because I love alternative music. It's pret-ty sweet, yo.

One thing I really like about Drive105 is that they play all this rockin' music before stations like KDWB get ahold of them and play them into the dirt. Which is incredibly obnoxious.

So, yeah! You should go and check this band out. They are h-o-t-t hot!

See you at Keegan's!

The best part of math for me was the story problems; you know the "If Johnny has six apples and you have no apples, and the government takes three apples from Johnny so it can give you one apple's worth of applesauce while putting another apple in a "lockbox", what happens to the remaining apple?"

Today's Fixit column (it used to be "Mr. Fixit" before the surgery) took me back to those happy schoolboy days when a letter writer asked, "Does it burn more gas and so cost more money if you drive 75 miles per hour to get to a destination than if you drive 60 mph?" as opposed to ultimately saving money by getting there sooner.

Fixit offers this example in response:

Bob and Jim each need to drive 60 freeway miles from City A to City B. Both cars get 30 miles per gallon at 55 mph, the posted speed limit.

Bob travels at 55, but Jim speeds and does 75 mph — wanting to get there sooner.

At 75 mph, it would take Jim about 48 minutes to reach the destination.

At 55 mph, it takes Bob about 65 minutes to reach the destination.

At 55 mph, Bob used 2 gallons of gasoline. At $2.80 per gallon, that's $5.60 to drive the distance.

At 75 mph, Jim would use 2.5 gallons of gasoline. At $2.80 per gallon, that would be $7 to go the same distance.

Fair enough. Jim pays an additional $1.40 to get to his destination 17 minutes sooner. Maybe it's worth it to Jim to pay roughly the cost of a tall dark roast at Starbucks (no decaf for him, thank you) so that he can do something else with those 17 minutes of his life. Certainly the StarTribune columnist wouldn't want to get into judging someone's lifestyle choices, right?

However, it turns out that Jim paid $155.60 for this trip and arrived later than Bob.

How did this happen?

He was ticketed for speeding on the way and was fined (which could raise his insurance rates), and the stop slowed him down. (If they had traveled together in Bob's car, both would have saved even more.)

Hmmm. Funny that it didn't mention how much the boys would have saved (but not the taxpayers) if they had taken light rail. Or the bus. Or how much more time those options would have taken out of their lives. Funny, too, that speeding ticket scenario was gratuitously added in as Professor Fixit stepped from the chalkboard and up onto the soapbox.

In the same spirit, let's assume that Jim, driving at 75 mph and closer to the prevailing speed of the rest of the traffic than Bob, doesn't get a ticket and that he and Bob are competitors on their way to call on the same prospect. Jim gets there first, makes the sale and is on his way out to lunch with his new client by the time Bob is easing into a parking space. Or, let's say Bob is really delayed because of the beat down he received from the long line of angry drivers that got stuck behind him, not to mention the related medical expenses that further drives up the cost of his trip.

Oh, but there's more:

By the way, federal income tax credits of $250 to $3,400 are available in 2006 and 2007 to purchasers of hybrid-electric or diesel vehicles, based on the vehicle's efficiency and fuel savings. (Tax credits are dollars deducted from taxes owed.) Act fast. After each auto manufacturer has sold 60,000 hybrids, the credit begins to phase out. See www.ase.org/taxcredits for details. (Check out local excise tax reductions and other benefits for hybrid purchasers, too.)

I don't think Fixit read the article by Jamie Lincoln Kitman in the same newspaper, Best way to save gas may be to avoid hybrids, or this report: Hybrids Consume More Energy in Lifetime Than Chevrolet's Tahoe SUV.

Numbers are fun!

That's what leapt out at me this morning as I skimmed across a local restaurant's ad in the Strib's Variety Source section today. My brain said, "What?" At first I thought the this guy had started a food and restaurant column.

After slamming on my speed-reading brakes I backed up and looked closer. The ad actually was promoting "Asiago-Parmesan Crusted Halibut Cheeks."

Oh. Well. That's different.

All the same, I think I'll check out the salad bar.

This isn't a particularly deep or thoughtful post, but I saw something to make me roll out my Keanu Reaves impression: "Whoa."

Z-blog cites the following from a LA Times article:

Last year more transistors were produced, and at a lower cost, than grains of rice, according to the Semiconductor Industry Assn. Moore estimates that the number of transistors shipped in 2003 was 10 quintillion, or 10 to the 18th power — about 100 times the number of ants estimated to be stalking the planet.

Wow, transistors are more plentiful and cheaper than rice — and they probably end-up feeding more people, too, when you think about how essential they are to everything we take for granted these days. I can't think of anything that's produced today — even food — that isn't affected by the technology that solid-state transistors make possible. Furthermore, without them your iPod would be full of tubes and about the size of an old Victrola. (What's also amazing about this story is that somewhere we have an estimate for the number of ants in the world).

Just like all of those ants, these little transistors are often overlooked. Still, it's mind-boggling that they can be produced in such quantities and at such prices. Let's hear it for markets and innovation!

Cheetos of goodness
My fingers covered in cheese,
Whoops, I ate them all!

Buffy Holt of Plain Simple English is in London and posted this exquisite photo from inside Westminster Cathedral at 3:00 p.m. on Good Friday. The image is peaceful and meditative but what I found most interesting is that the church is all but empty during the scheduled Celebration of the Lord's Passion.

What made this so interesting to me was that I had been thinking a lot last week about our all-too-human instinct to take something transcendent and turn it into tradition, and the photo reminded me of something a friend of mine had said several years ago along the lines of how we start with a movement, turn it into a monument and before you know it it becomes a mausoleum. Such is the affect of the traditions of man on the things of God.

Though the picture was of Westminster Cathedral, I don't single out any religion or doctrine for this fault because it is common to all men and women (though, biblically, you might be able to make a case that women are less susceptible). You could see it happening even before Jesus was crucified, such as the dinner in Bethany (Matthew 26:6-13) when the woman anointed him with expensive oil and was berated by some disciples who took Jesus' teaching to care for the poor and fashioned it into an on-the-spot doctrine that missed what the Spirit was doing (though the woman didn't). Later, at the last supper (John 13:1) Jesus went to wash the feet of his disciples and Peter at first refused because such behavior didn't line up with his thinking of what was proper (though you'd think if the Lord wanted to do something a certain way these guys by now would have learned to let him). When Jesus tells Peter that he must allow it or have no part in Jesus' plan Peter careened over to the other ditch, telling Jesus to not just wash his feet but his hands and head as well. Again Jesus had to pull Peter back from taking a simple idea and going off in his own direction with it.

Later, after Passover and the sabbath, Mary gathered embalming oils and spices and set off for the tomb to honor and preserve the body according to their tradition. Even though Jesus had told her and the disciples what was going to happen, she thought of him as dead. As much as she loved Jesus and grieved for him she forgot what he said and set out to do what she thought was right and necessary until the angel spoke to her and reminded her (Luke 24:5-8). To her credit, she quickly embraced the new reality and hurried to tell the disciples who, because they couldn't wrap their minds around it, dismissed her words as idle tales (24:11).

The disciples at Bethany, Peter seated before the basin, and Mary with her spices were all trying to do what they thought was right and proper, and that is how most religious traditions begin. It is all too easy for us to become like the Pharisees, observing the law to the letter and missing the spirit of the law entirely. It does have a way of sneaking up on you, though. Even as individuals we quickly develop our own habits and customs in how we relate to God and try so hard to reason out the things we don't understand that we, like the disciples on the road to Emmaus, don't recognize Jesus when he is sitting right in front of us (Luke 24:30). I can say this with complete boldness because I know it applies to my life. I've found that if there's anything more draining to my faith than the traditions of man it is probably the traditions of me.

Tradition can be good, of course. The Passover, for example, was of God because it reminded the Israelites of his mercy and provision, and the spilling of the blood of a perfect lamb on the door mantle to save the first-born foreshadowed the blood of the perfect lamb and the sacrifice of God's first-born to save us. Nor is this to say that everything old is suspect and we need to go running willy-nilly after every new thing; one path may lead to stagnation but the other can lead to outright heresy. The fault in both is losing sight of Christ and his word and being too quick to add our own refinements based on our own reasoning or even our experience ("well, it's always worked fine when I've done it like this before"). This eventually leads to our faith being in our habits and not in the source of our being, hence the movement becomes a monument and the monument eventually becomes a mausoleum. And there ain't nothing but dead people in there.

Buck Sargent's April 15 post at American Citizen Soldier, quotes Lt. Colonel Dave Grossman from his book, On Combat: The Psychology and Physiology of Deadly Conflict in War and Peace:

If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen: a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath — a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens? Then you are a sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the hero's path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, and walk out unscathed.

The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the wolf. He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference, though, is that the sheepdog must not, cannot, and will not ever harm the sheep. Any sheepdog that intentionally harms the lowliest little lamb will be punished and removed. The world cannot work any other way, at least not in a representative democracy or a republic such as ours.

Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn't tell them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready in our airports in camouflage fatigues holding an M-16. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself white, and go, "Baa." Until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog.

Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a sheepdog is a funny critter: He is always sniffing around out on the perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the night, and yearning for a righteous battle.

Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day. After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is, most citizens in America said, "Thank God I wasn't on one of those planes." The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, "Dear God, I wish I could have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a difference." When you are truly transformed into a warrior and have truly invested yourself into warriorhood, you want to be there. You want to be able to make a difference.

Buck goes on to describe how this description applies to the developing Iraqi army of motivated "sheepdogs." The entire post, which includes several other riveting first-person vignettes from the streets of Mosul is well worth reading.

(HT: Technochitlins).

The Taxman
Here's how it will be,
One for you, nineteen for me,
'Cos I'm the taxman.

Ilk
(ilk) noun

The common use of ilk is in the phrase of that ilk, and, correctly employed, has a distinctly limited use. It applies properly only when the surname of a person is the same as the name of his estate or the place he's from. In a series of letters to The Times (London), Sir Iain Moncreiffe, of Easter Moncreiffe, Perthshire, signed himself "Iain Moncreiffe, Of That Ilk," meaning "Iain Moncreiffe of Moncreiffe." Quoting from British English, A to Zed (Facts on File, 1987) by this author:

A friend of the author named Hector Cameron was a Cameron of Cameron, and once announced himself over the telephone as 'Cameron of that ilk.' The uneducated (at that time) author, to his shame, ascribed it to drink. There are MacDonalds of that ilk (MacDonalds of MacDonald), Guthries of that ilk (Guthries of Guthrie) and so on. From a Sassenach misunderstanding of usage, ilk has acquired the meaning 'sort' or'kind'; used generally in a pejorative sense: Al Capone, and people of that ilk, or even (heaven forfend!) Freudians (or communists, etc.) and their ilk.

The use of ilk is now expanded to include "family," "class," or "set" as well as "kind." Fowler says of ilk:

This SLIPSHOD EXTENSION has become so common that the OED (Oxford English Dictionary) Supp(lement) was constrained to add to its definitions 'also by further extension, often in trivial use, — kind, sort.'

The COD (Concise Oxford Dictionary) calls it "vulgar." Ilk is, via Middle English ilke, from Old English ilca. Incidentally, the adjective Sassenach mentioned above is defined in British English, A to Zed as follows:

From the Gaelic for Saxon, an opprobrious term used by Scots, and sometimes the Irish as well, to designate and derogate the English.

My example: While we might figuratively lump all fast food brands into a common group, grammatically only the red-headed clown can accurately describe himself as "Ronald McDonald of that ilk."

From the book, “1000 Most Challenging Words” by Norman W. Schur, ©1987 by the Ballantine Reference Library, Random House. I post a weekly “Challenging Words” definition to call more attention to this delightful book and to promote interesting word usage in the blogosphere. I challenge other bloggers to work the current word into a post sometime in the coming week. If you manage to do so, please leave a comment or a link to where I can find it. Previous words in this series can be found under the appropriate Category heading in the right-hand sidebar.

Here's the dialog from the church scene in High Noon that I referenced in my last post. The set-up is that five years prior town marshal Will Kane sent Frank Miller away to prison where he was supposed to be executed. Miller and his gang had lead a reign of terror in Hadleyville and the vicinity marked by lawlessness and violence until Kane and his deputies brought law and order. When Miller was sent away he promised to return and kill Kane. Instead of being executed, certain politicians (for reasons unknown) arranged for Miller to be pardoned. Just minutes after Kane is married to Amy, a Quaker woman, and retires as marshal he receives the telegram that Miller is about to arrive on the noon train and he is told that three of Miller's notorious gang are already waiting at the train station waiting for him. Kane realizes he must still defend the town and face Miller, but since the town has calmed down in recent years Kane is down to just one deputy, who has quit because Kane wouldn't recommend him as the new marshal. With Miller expected within the hour, Kane interrupts the town's church service looking to deputize men to protect their community.

Does this sound familiar to you?

Parson: (reading from scripture) “For behold, the day cometh that shall burn as an oven, and all the proud, yea, and all that do wickedness shall be...”

Kane enters at the back of the sanctuary. The parson stops reading and remarks that he is surprised to see Kane, noting that he never visited there much before and "didn't see fit" to have his wedding performed in the church.

Parson: “What could be so important to bring you here now?”

Kane: "I admit I've never been much of a church-going man, and I didn't get married in this church because my wife is a Quaker. But it looks like Frank Miller’s comin’ back on the noon train and I'm looking for special deputies.

A number of men nervously step forward, but are interrupted.

Cooper: Before we go rushing out into something that ain’t gonna be so pleasant, let’s be sure we know what this is all about. What I want to know is this. Ain’t it true that Kane ain’t no longer Marshal? And ain’t it true there’s personal trouble between him and Miller?

General hub-bub as every tries to talk. Kane's friend, Jonas Henderson, calls for order and clears the church of the children so that the congregation can voice their differences of opinion like adults.

Coy: Yes, we all know who Miller is, but we put him away once. And who saved him from hanging? The politicians up North. I say this is their mess. Let them take care of it.

Sawyer: We’ve been payin’ good money right along for a marshal and deputies. Now the first time there’s any trouble, we’re supposed to take care of it ourselves. Well, what have we been payin’ for all this time? I say we’re not peace officers. This ain’t our job!

Another man: I’ve been sayin’ all along, we ought to have more deputies. If we did, we wouldn’t be facin’ this thing now.

Ezra: I can’t believe I’ve heard some of the things that have been said here. You all ought to be ashamed of yourselves. Sure, we paid this man and he was the best marshal this town ever had. It ain’t his trouble, it’s ours. I tell ya, if we don’t do what’s right, we’re gonna have plenty more trouble. So there ain’t but one thing to do now, and you all know what that is.

Trumbull: This whole thing’s been handled wrong. Here’s those three killers walking the streets bold as brass. Why didn’t you arrest them, Marshal? Why didn’t you put them in jail where they ought to be? Then we’d only have Miller to worry about instead of the four of ‘em.

Kane: I haven’t anything to arrest them for, Mr. Trumbull. They haven’t done anything. There’s no law against them sittin’ on a bench at the depot.

Woman: What’s the matter with you people? Don’t you remember when a decent woman couldn’t walk down the street in broad daylight? Don’t you remember when this wasn’t a fit place to bring up a child? How can you sit here and talk and talk and talk like this?

Parson: The commandments say, ‘Thou shalt not kill,’ but we hire men to go out and do it for us. The right and the wrong seem pretty clear here. But if you’re asking me to tell my people to go out and kill and maybe get themselves killed, I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.

Henderson: What this town owes Will Kane here it can never pay with money - and don’t ever forget it. He’s the best marshal we ever had, maybe the best marshal we’ll ever have. So if Miller comes back here today, it’s our problem, not his. It’s our problem because this is our town. We made it with our own hands out of nothing. And we want to keep it decent, keep it growing. We’ve got to think mighty clear here today. And we’ve gotta have the courage to do what we think is right no matter how hard it is. There’s gonna be fighting when Kane and Miller meet and somebody’s gonna get hurt, that’s for sure. Now, people up North are thinking about this town - thinking mighty hard, thinking about sending money down here to put up stores and to build factories. It’ll mean a lot to this town, an awful lot. Well, if they’re gonna read about shooting and killing in the streets, what are they gonna think then? I’ll tell ya. They’re gonna think this is just another wide-open town and everything we worked for will be wiped out. In one day, this town will be set back five years. And I don’t think we can let that happen. Marshal Kane is a mighty brave man, and a good man, and that's why I hope he'll leave town now while there's time. Because if he’s not here when Miller comes, my hunch is there won’t be any trouble, not one bit. Tomorrow, we’ll have a new Marshal and if we can all agree here to offer him our services, I think we can handle anything that comes along. And to me, that makes sense. To me, that’s the only way out of this. Will, I think you’d better go while there’s still time. It’s better for you and it’s better for us.

Dumbstruck, Kane offers a quickly-spoken "Thanks" and leaves empty-handed.

When High Noon was originally released in 1952 it was considered to be a commentary on the McCarthy hearings and the betrayals and "duck and cover" attitudes of many in Hollywood. There certainly seems to be a timeless quality, though, to our tendency to let fear and politics cloud the issue even at the point where something has to be done.

I've restarted this series with a new group of boys and we'll mainly be following the original course outline since those movies were arranged in a certain order with a purpose in mind. The difference this time is that I have more movies to choose from and less of a time constraint — and I've invited the fathers as well.

Our first meeting was Thursday night and we'll continue every other Thursday until we finish the original series or until the group wants to stop. I'll continue to feature new movies in this space while the class is going on, but only on weeks when the group doesn't get together. On those weeks, such as this one, this regular feature will focus on the discussion that followed the movie of the week. This week's movie was the Gary Cooper classic, High Noon (see my original study guide and discussion questions for this movie here).

The group currently consists of six boys between the ages of 12 and 15, and three fathers plus myself. Another father and son will join us when they get back from vacation and another young man may join us as his schedule permits. The boys all started the evening pretty excited about doing something new and with anticipation for the huge pizza and and box of cheesy bread we'd ordered. So, bouyed by the food and inspired by the slam-bang ending of the movie, the boys were bubbling over with questions and comments about the movie afterwards, right?

I did say these guys are 12 to 15 years old, didn't I?

First question: What did you think of the movie?

General response: "Borrrrring!"

When I asked why it was boring there were comments about it moving so slowly, with too much talking and not enough shooting and explosions. I continued to ask questions (from the study guide and others than occured to me based on the boys' reactions), however, about what was being said (and meant) during those long talking parts. I tried to draw them out on the key lessons of the movie regarding personal honor and integrity and the importance of defending the rule of law even at great personal cost.

I was not surprised or disappointed that most of the questions or leading comments I made seemed to be going over their heads. The movie is slow and "talky" at times, especially for young men who don't have a perspective on the things that were important to Marshall Kane and what he was risking and defending. The important thing to me at this stage was that the boys were talking and responding, even if they were going out of their way to be silly (talking about how the Marshall should have had an AK-47 or made some bombs, for example).

The big thing was they were talking and not sitting quietly waiting for it to be over (well, maybe a couple were). I know that even at this age the guys don't want to come off as if they're paying too much attention or care too much about what's going on and that they will try to establish their own control of the discussion by seeing if they can veer off into other topics. I, with help from the dads, managed to keep pulling them back to question at hand and even got a couple of fairly insightful responses from the boys in spite of themselves. Whenever a lightbulb would go on over one of their heads, however, the lad was quick to try and throw a hat over it.

It's a beginning, and similar to what happened the first time I did this. As we go on I expect the young guys will stop trying so hard to be funny (or studiously aloof) and will begin to engage with the issues and character qualities implicit in the films I've selected. After all, if I had expected that they already had an understanding of the concepts of duty, self-respect and self-sacrifice for the greater good then I wouldn't have seen the need to offer the class again. As I said, some good answers did start to come out, even if they were offered somewhat uncertainly, and this should become more common as the comfort level increases in the coming weeks (plus I have a couple of sure-fire incentives in mind that I might apply as needed).

One thing that I got out of this viewing of this classic this time came from the scene in the church where Kane tries to rally the good men to his cause. The sentiments expressed by the townspeople on both sides were so much like the words bandied back in forth in Congress today about America's foreign policy that it will almost make you laugh — if it doesn't make you cry.

A friend is going through a challenging time and asked me to pray for him. It wasn't a toss-off request like I hear sometimes where someone casually asks, "say a prayer" without much expectation that I or someone will pray or that it will have any affect, and not a blanket request such as those that sometimes go out as if in the hopes that if enough prayers go up God will be moved (as if He has a magic number in mind unknown to us and is sitting up there going "999,997, ...998, ...999, 1,000,000! Ok, guess it's time to help out on that tax audit. No, wait a minute, that was a prayer for healing; they're still 200,000 prayers short.")

My friend's request was sincere in the hope and expectation that change was not only possible but that help would indeed be on the way. I share that expectation and agreed to pray. In my life and that of my family I've seen prayers big and small answered regularly, sometimes dramatically and sometimes in surprising ways. It's not because I'm especially righteous or, given my advertising background, really good at coming up with juicy phrases that really "sell" God on the idea. Instead my experience is that the best prayers are the ones the line up with scripture, aka the word of God.

In Isiah 55:11, God says His word does not return to Him void, but accomplishes what He desires. Another scripture says there is no word of God that is not able to be. Once I understood the power that was in His word I stopped praying in terms of my "wish" list and tried to line up with His "will" list; how did my needs or the needs I was praying for fit with what His word said? I realized that God does not look after our needs to fulfill them. If that was the case, who would still have needs? No, I believe God looks after His word to perform it. This could easily get into a long, minimally useful discussion of doctrine and works and that's not what I'm trying to stir up. My point is that I've seen the most change in my life and in others when my prayers are pulled from scripture and not from my imagination.

In my friend's case, while I know his request is aimed at a specific need right now, I believe the answer he's looking for is included in a much larger package. It is a major challenge in his life, however, and too big to trust to my smooth words or big thoughts. Instead I'm praying for him using the words of a guy who knew a thing or two about getting God's attention: the apostle Paul. My family and I have used the following prayers for ourselves and others often and seen great things happen as a result. Understand, however, that my faith isn't in the writer of the words or the words themselves, but in the Author. I include these prayers here for your reference as well; pray them for yourself, your family, your friends, your church, and especially for your enemies! "Imagine" what these words would look like if they came to pass in their lives!

* Insert your name, or the name of the person you’re praying for.

Ephesians 1:15-19
For this reason, ever since I heard about *’s faith in the Lord Jesus and *’s love for all the saints, I have not stopped giving thanks for *, remembering * in my prayers. I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, may give * the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that * may know Him better. I pray also that the eyes of *’s heart may be enlightened in order that * may know the hope to which He has called *, the riches of His glorious inheritance in the saints, and His incomparably great power for those who believe.

Phillipians 1:9-11
This is my prayer: that *’s love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that * may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless until the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ - to the glory and praise of God.

Colossians 1:9
For this reason, since the day we heard about *, we have not stopped praying for * and asking God to fill * with the knowledge of his will through all spiritual wisdom and understanding. And we pray this in order that * may live a life worthy of the Lord and may please Him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to His glorious might so that * may have great endurance and patience, and joyfully giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified * to share in the inheritance of the saints in the kingdom of light. For He has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.

Ephesians 3:14
For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom His whole family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of His glorious riches He may strengthen * with power through His Spirit in *’s inner being, so that Christ may dwell in *’s heart through faith. And I pray that *, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge - that * may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.

Remember, "Amen" means "so be it!"

I noticed in today's Writer's Almanac that it is the birthday of writer Beverly Cleary. She was the author of the first book I ever read on my own, Ribsy, as well as one of my favorite books from my childhood, The Mouse and the Motorcycle (see other books by her here).

I didn't really like to read until I was in the third grade, but then the bug bit me hard. I have no doubt that omnivorous reading since then has contributed greatly to my own desire and ability to write, and the love of reading has been passed easily on to my own daughters. They've had their own noses tucked into books since they could first make out words, and my original copies of Ribsy and The Mouse and the Motorcycle have been among the many that have passed through their hands. Even as they've gotten older it delights me to walk through the living room and still see their little noses stuck in big books (though the computer monitor is starting to earn it's time as well). I can imagine how much richer and well-rounded their lives will be as a result (and, thanks to reading, I have quite an imagination).

So, happy birthday, Mrs. Cleary. Thanks for the present!

While trolling through the Google referrals to this blog I came across something that I have to admit is a pretty bright idea: "the night writer", a do-it-yourself light-up graffiti tag consisting of light emitting diodes, lithium battery cells and magnets:

The night writer extends the functionality of LED throwies by allowing a writer to catch a tag in lights. It’s cheap, easy to make and writes 12-inch glowing letters 25-feet in the air on any iron or steel surface…if you stand on a turned over garbage can.

While this use is suggested for graffiti I think it could easily be used as a distinctive and temporary way to support a cause or candidate, promote an event, decorate your house for the holidays or turn your car or van into a part-time billboard. I'm sure you can think of many other uses as well (if so, leave a comment).

The details are provided by the web-site Graffiti Research Lab, which says it is "Dedicated to outfitting grafitti artists with open source technologies for urban communication." Despite the logo for this blog (which was originally created in a cruder form for my freelance writing business in the early 90s) I don't endorse defacing public or private property (unless it's your own) with spray paint. This light-up form, however, is a very creative idea and ultimately removable since it's affixed with magnets. The link above provides simple instructions for creating a "tag" or whatever word or message you might want to display. All you need are inexpensive items such as foamcore, packing tape and the afore-mentioned LEDS, magnets and batteries — and a ferromagnetic surface.

Depending on weather conditions and the size of the batteries your message is self-sustaining for two weeks or so.

The best-selling new book "Game of Shadows" has brought to light the startling facts that many have whispered about for years: the Easter Bunny has been abusing steroids. Accustomed to going about his business in the dark, Bunny has been exposed as an insecure cheater who was jealous of the other mythical characters.



The book describes Bunny as saying he was tired of the attention that "bigger" holiday icons such as Santa Claus and the Great Pumpkin received and resorted to steroids in an effort not only to compete but to surpass his counterparts. "Really, look at those Thanksgiving Day turkeys; you mean to tell me that that's all natural?" Bunny reportedly says in the book, trying to justify his actions.

Whispers about Bunny's increasing size have existed for years though few will admit readily to seeing him. "Well, it was very difficult to bring it up," says Puxatawny Phil, the famous groundhog and close friend of Bunny. "You know he was always this sleek, kind of cute guy with big eyes but over the last few years ... he just kept getting bigger, you know? His head, it was huge and those paws and those feet! It did seem like his eggs were getting smaller, though, and those mood swings; I just decided I wasn't going to say anything about it."

Prompted by the media-storm created by the book, the Holiday Commission has announced its own investigation.

(The actual story related to this picture can be found here. HT: The Wide Awake Cafe)

Kevin Ecker of Eckernet infiltrated the St. Paul rally for illegal immigrants on Sunday and has an interesting report with photos. Apparently a group from Pheasants Forever was there to show solidarity and to advocate for the rights of countless birds who regularly thumb their noses at U.S. immigration laws and officials with only sporadic opposition from the Minute Man project and Dick Cheney.



NBC Dateline was also on the scene with people dressed as Muslim terrorists to see if they would be discriminated against, but left when their subjects went completely unnoticed by government officials and other fellow immigrants.

That's not to say the day wasn't without some conflict, however. A brief confrontation did occur between an on-looker and a member of the Pheasant group.

Onlooker (a large, regal looking fellow): "Bloody pheasant!"

Marcher: "Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?"

The aftermath of the rally was much neater than the typical protest, however, as several groups of marchers engaged in a spirited bidding war with St. Paul mayor and DFLer Chris Coleman for the job of cleaning up afterwards. One group actually won with a low bid of $3.75 an hour, but the deal fell through when the mayor said that they wouldn't be allowed to smoke. The city ultimately settled with another group at $4.50 an hour plus the mayor's invitation for them to vote as often as they liked in the next election regardless of their citizenship status.

Haruspex
(huh RUS peks, HAIR uh speks) noun

This was the title, in ancient Rome, of a lower order of priests who prophesied by examining the entrails of animals killed in sacrifice. The custom was handed down by the Etruscans. The practice is known as haruspication (hair us puh KAY shun) or haruspicy (huh RUS puh see). The verb is haruspicate (huh RUS puh kate). Haruspex is a Latin word, base on Etruscan haru, Latin hira (entrail) plus specere (to look at: spexi means "I have inspected'). The Roman Censor (a government official) Cato (234-149 B.C.) was not impressed by this type of divination. He said: "I wonder how one haruspex can keep from laughing when he sees another." This made him very unpopular with haruspices.

My example: The modern haruspex has replaced animal entrails with complex computer models for economic forecasts. The resulting prophesies, while similarly apt to be self-fulfilling, aren't necessarily more accurate — but they are certainly less messy. Today's haruspices, like their earlier counterparts, have perfected the ability to take each other seriously, at least in public.

From the book, “1000 Most Challenging Words” by Norman W. Schur, ©1987 by the Ballantine Reference Library, Random House. I post a weekly “Challenging Words” definition to call more attention to this delightful book and to promote interesting word usage in the blogosphere. I challenge other bloggers to work the current word into a post sometime in the coming week. If you manage to do so, please leave a comment or a link to where I can find it. Previous words in this series can be found under the appropriate Category heading in the right-hand sidebar.

"From now on we live in a world where man has walked on the moon. It wasn't a miracle. We just decided to go." Jim Lovell (Tom Hanks) spoke those words early on in Apollo 13, setting a tone of both hubris and awesome pluck and ingenuity. This is an inspiring movie and quite unlike others in this Fundamentals in Film series in that the men in the movie weren't in a battle between good and evil, or facing conventional conflict against an enemy, but were struggling, literally, against time and space. All the while, however, they also had to draw deeply from their own reserves of character and resolve. The movie starts with the landing of Apollo 11 and Neil Armstrong's walk on the moon (something my parents got me out of bed to watch on tv) and then focuses on the true story of the men of Apollo 13 and their families as they prepared for what would have been the third moonwalk and instead turned into a harrowing fight for survival after an explosion while in space knocks out most of their ship's power, fuel and oxygen. Forced from their Odyssey capsule the three astronauts (Lovell, Fred Haise, Jack Swigert) squeeze into the still attached lunar module (LEM) designed for two men. While the astronauts take steps and make calculations to survive, an initially frantic ground crew in Houston under the direction of Gene Kranz (Ed Harris) works around the clock to find a way to bring the men home safely.

There weren't any scary monsters in the movie to leap out and eat someone, or bad guys with fiendish plots, but the suspense and tension are constant and intensifying as you watch the astronauts and Houston deal with problem after problem. The character study in the movie comes from watching the men control their emotions and fears in order to focus on the incredibly complex and even unfair obstacles facing them, taking them on one by one and ingeniously improvising new uses for their available equipment. Another key factor in successfully returning the men to earth was the quality of leadership exhibited by Lovell and Kranz; without their examples the men under their respective commands could have quickly fallen prey to panic and fault-finding. Apollo 13 is an excellent example of leadership under great stress.

It is also an interesting contrast to see how rudimentary the technology was in many ways. The astronauts, for example, perform complex mathematical calculations with paper and pencil while engineers in Houston were still using slide rules. It kind of makes you wonder about how well today's students or engineers could perform under stress and without battery power.

Discussion Questions:

1. How did the training the astronauts and the technicians received affect the way each was able to respond? Give examples.


2. Lovell had to chose between bumping his pilot, Ken Mattingly, from the flight at almost the last minute or replacing the entire crew for the mission. Why do you think he chose to tell Mattingly his decision face to face and to accept the responsibility for a decision that was forced on him? What other ways could he have handled this?


3. Emotionally, hHow did Lovell and Kranz react to the crisis, and what affect do you think this had on the men around them and the outcome of the mission?


4. In what ways did Lovell encourage his fellow astronauts at different times during the crisis?

Points to ponder:

• How much do we rely on our technology, and how can we cope without it in an emergency?


• How important was it for Gene Kranz to say, "Failure is not an option"? What affect did this have?

Great quotes:
"Houston, we have a problem." (Jim Lovell)

"Failure is not an option." (Gene Kranz)

NASA Director: "This could be the greatest disaster NASA's ever experienced."
Kranz: "With all due respect, sir, I believe this is going to be our finest hour."

About Fundamentals in Film: this series began as a class I taught to junior high and high school boys as a way to use the entertainment media to explore concepts of honor, honesty, duty and accountability. The movies were selected to demonstrate these themes and as a contrast to television that typically either portrays men as Homer Simpsons or professional wrestlers, with little in between those extremes. I wrote questions and points to ponder for each movie to stimulate discussion and to get the boys to articulate their thoughts and reactions to each movie. I offer this series here on this blog for the benefit of parents or others looking for a fun but challenging way to reinforce these concepts in their own families or groups. As the list of films grows each week, feel free to use these guides and to mix and match movies according to your interests or those of your group. I'm also always open to suggestions for other movies that can be added to the series. You can browse the entire series by clicking on the "Fundamentals in Film" category in the right sidebar of this blog.

As Americans, we like food. We like to have it as fast as possible, and the bigger, the better. Thus, fast-food. At least, that's what it's called, though I'm not sure that it really qualifies in the "food" department.

Anyway, apparently 1 in 4 Americans visits a fast-food restaurant every day. French fries are the most eaten veggie in the U.S. They are linking these stats (and more!) to this one: 60% of all American's are overweight or obese. Just some fun facts for ya'.

Morgan Spurlock, the producer/director of the documentary "Supersize Me", asks: "Is it our(American's) fault for lacking self-control, or are fast-food corporations to blame?"

Hmmm...Let me think about that one.

How exactly are the fast-food corporations to blame for Amercans not being able to control themselves? It's not like secret agents from McDonald's are walking around holding guns to 1 in 4 American heads and forcing them to eat fast-food! What would they say to threaten them, "Eat this and/or die"? Right.

I've heard of a couple girls that sued Micky D's because eating their food made them get fat and sick. My question is, how much did they eat to get that way? Was someone force-feeding them, or were they just being piggies all by themselves? Wasn't there an alternative nearby like, say, Subway?

The World Health Organization has declared obesity a global epidemic, but it seems that people are more worried about who to blame than about how to make a change for the better in their own lives.

Sure, you can point your finger at fast-food places all you want, but ultimately, you are resposible for what you put in your mouth.

And when it comes right down to it, if people started taking charge of their diets and not eating at fast-food joints, don't you think those joints would notice and start making changes of their own? Numbers don't lie — whether on they're on bottom line or your bathroom scale!

Somewhere in my business career I came across a quote that goes something like, "Writers don't like to write. Writers like to have written." I can't remember who said it or where I saw it, or even if I've got the wording absolutely correct, but I certainly understand the sentiment. Sometimes I've gotten more of a charge from clicking the "Finish" button and posting something here than I did when I got the idea for that post in the first place. The reason wasn't because the post was especially profound, but just because I was "done".

One of the reasons I started blogging, however, was to reinvigorate my writing chops. While I certainly wanted to voice my opinions on politics, faith and other matters there was fundamentally a desire to get back to the fun of stringing words together in a way that was at least stimulating to me; to recall the feeling of having a line or paragraph well up from the keys under my fingers so that I asked myself, "Where did that come from?"

I also love it when I experience that same sensation while reading someone else's writing in the blogosphere. I like to stay current on events but as much as I love a good snark or appreciate a well-crafted, sharp-edged political commentary or a vigorous fisking of some inanity, my "aha!" moments usually come when I read someone who's just letting the words flow simply because he or she can.

That's what's happened with a couple of recent visitors and commenters who have caught my attention, and I'd like to direct your attention their way as well: Plain Simple English and Plein Air Sketches. You'll find a comely assortment of witty observations and piquant insight but most of all I think you'll find, as I did, simply a joy and delight in applying the craft. Do check them out.

OK, call me Ned Flanders and I can appreciate the spirit in which it was intended. Others can call me EVIL INCARNATE and it won't make me question my existence. But some things are starting to make me wonder what some people think about me.

For example, I get about 8 "Paypal" messages a day with this photo alerting me to possible security problems and giving me a handy link where I can easily reveal all my personal information with just a couple of clicks and watch my credit score fall right before my very eyes.



If I didn't fall for this scam the first 1,843 times it hit my email, why do they think that mailings 1,844-1,850 are going to do the trick? Do they think I'm like some big, old bass under the lily pads thinking, "You know, that rubber worm is starting to look really good." Did I somehow get my name added to some national sucker registry?

Then last week I rented a car at the St. Louis airport where the young lady offered me the option of simply leaving it to them to refill the gas tank when I brought the car back — at only $4.10 a gallon. Next I caught the agency's shuttle to the car lot where I was greeted as soon as I stepped down onto the pavement by my own personal service associate. He helpfully had all my paperwork in hand, and informed me that for just a few dollars more a day he could easily get me into an SUV. I declined. He then walked me around the car for a pre-rental damage inspection and showed me where to sign on the form if I wanted the additional insurance.

I declined that too.

He pointed to another line where I could sign if I wanted the special insurance that would cover my own auto insurance deductible if anything happened to the car.

I again declined.

Then he asked if I was sure that I didn't want the extra special insurance coverage that would let me simply walk away without a thought no matter what condition the car was in when I brought it back.

This time I looked around to make sure it was a shuttle van and not a turnip truck that I had just dismounted from, then checked my reflection in the car window to make sure that I somehow hadn't morphed into Bo Duke. I declined again and this time he finally let me drive away. At the intersection there was a guy selling Rolexes from a cardboard box.

You know, that was a pretty good deal.

Last weekend the animated sequel Ice Age 2 earned some $67 million more than another sequel that also debuted, Basic Instinct 2. Instinct director Paul Verhoeven claims that the lack of interest in the Sharon Stone vehicle is due to the puritanical, Christian attitude of the U.S. as exemplified by the current presidential administration.

Of course the paltry gross may just be because it's a bad movie, but Verhoeven could be on to something. Consider that the much-acclaimed gay sheepherder movie "Brokeback Mountain" has grossed about $80 million in the 17 weeks its been out - roughly $10 million more than Ice Age 2 did in just its first weekend, and some $200 million behind what "The Chronicles of Narnia" has taken in during those same 17 weeks (source: Box Office Mojo). Is it merely a case of good vs. evil or silly triumphing over slutty, or is it something more? I haven't seen either one of the movies, but let's, er, go to the film and break it down to see which might get my $8:

• Ice Age 2 features cute prehistoric animals that make you care about what happens to them; Basic Instinct 2 features a Tyranosaurus Sex.


• In Ice Age 2, moviegoers wanted another chance to see Ray Romano as a woolly mammoth; In Basic Instinct 2 apparently few people want another chance to see Sharon Stone's woolly.
  (See, Marty, I'm trying to be evil.)


• If you go to an Ice Age 2 kid's matinee you leave feeling dirty because of what you just sat in, as opposed to feeling dirty because of what you just sat through.


• Ice Age 2 has animals that act almost human; Basic