"Joy and pleasure are as real as pain and sorrow and one must learn what they have to teach. . . ." -- Sean Russell, from Gatherer of Clouds

"If you're not having fun, you're not doing it right." -- Helyn D. Goldenberg

"I love you and I'm not afraid." -- Evanescence, "My Last Breath"

“If I hear ‘not allowed’ much oftener,” said Sam, “I’m going to get angry.” -- J.R.R. Tolkien, from Lord of the Rings
Showing posts with label not politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label not politics. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

A Story

I know -- I've been absent -- half the news, which just gets more and more depressing (Carrie Fisher and George Michael, within a day?), and half a miserable cold which is, slowly, getting better.

But, I promised you mini-stories at Green Man Review, and there's one up today, so check it out.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

On the Upside

I've been able to see the Supermoon the last two evenings from my windows, which face east.

Didn't think to get a picture, so this will have to do:


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This is actually pretty much what it looked like -- it was a little cloudy.

Cross-posted at Booklag.


Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Because We Need It

Via Digby:

It might be impossible for any one person to adopt every pet in need of a good home, but these kids are doing the next best thing — by bringing shy shelter dogs out of their shells.

An innovative new idea, called the Shelter Buddies Reading Program, is already making a huge difference for animals at the Humane Society of Missouri.

The idea is simple: train kids to read to dogs as a way of readying them for forever homes, all while instilling a greater sense of empathy in the youngsters, too.


Read the whole thing.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Happy Yule

The solstice actually happened last night, at 11:48 pm eastern time, or this morning, at 4:48 am Greenwich time. Depending.

Courtesy of Mustang Bobby at Bark Bark Woof Woof, here's a graphic representation of the moment:

Winter Solstice 12-221-15
The moment of solstice.

What it means is that the days are going to start getting longer, even though the depths of winter are yet to come -- as of this writing, it is officially 37 degrees, with a forecast high of 45, in Chicago. On the 22nd of December. It's going to get worse. Much worse. It's actually a bit warmer here at my place -- the reporting station is at O'Hare, well inland, and I'm much closer to the moderating influence of the lake -- which is not going to be so moderate once the lake has lost a lot of its stored heat.

Oh, well -- I'll worry about it tomorrow.



Thursday, December 10, 2015

I Know, I Haven't Been Posting

Because the news is all about Donald Trump, who is not going to be president (but just in case, can we apply for asylum in Canada? Is Canada far enough away to be safe?), and quite honestly, there's not a lot to be said about a bombastic bully who says outrageous things to get attention. (And I'm one of those who doesn't think he's the cause -- he's a symptom. Digby nails it.)

Here's a little Haydn to wash the trump taste out of your brain:


Saturday, November 22, 2014

Snow's Not All Bad

A taste of things to come. At least the panda's enjoying it.


Monday, June 09, 2014

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Another "Grab Your Hanky" Post

Via AmericaBlog:
Rion Holcombe, age 20, has Down Syndrome. His dream is to be a college student.

A few days ago he got “the letter.”

His reaction:


Just remember, as you're reading about the assholes in Washington posturing and gesticulating (not to mention "world leaders" from around the globe) while selling us all to their major donors: Good things do happen.

It occurs to me that this is the sort of program that's just what the teabaggers and their corporatist handlers keep preaching about -- you know, self-reliance and all that -- but they've forgotten one very important element: no one does it by himself. That's why we have societies.

Saturday, November 02, 2013

They keep coming

Another via Discourse.net. I took statistics. I know how he feels:


Monday, October 28, 2013

Something To Think About

As we head into winter, when the days get short and the sun can be absent for a week or more:

Residents of a remote village nestled in a steep-sided valley in southern Norway are about to enjoy winter sunlight for the first time ever thanks to giant mirrors.

The mountains that surround the village of Rjukan are far from Himalayan, but they are high enough to deprive its 3,500 inhabitants of direct sunlight for six months a year.

That was before a century-old idea, as old as Rjukan itself, was brought to life: to install mirrors on a 400-metre (437-yard) high peak to deflect sunrays towards the central square.

“The idea was a little crazy, but madness is our middle name,” said Oeystein Haugan, a local project coordinator.

I don't know about the crazy part -- it sounds perfectly reasonable to me.

Here, of course, Paul Ryan would be demanding tax cuts for mirror manufacturers to pay for it.



Thursday, October 24, 2013

A Breather

Via Digby, a look at the Wildlife Photographer of the Year awards. I like this one:


There aren't any car graveyards around here, but it's the sort of thing you might stumble across in the city.  I once had sparrows nesting on a window ledge under an air conditioner.

Thursday, March 07, 2013

Name Two of the Valar

This is pretty interesting. I'm probably going to go see Oz the Great and Powerful tomorrow, and James Franco is someone who's crept onto my radar. Stick around for the end.



Via AmericaBlog.

Saturday, January 07, 2012

This is great



Thanks to Digby.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

One of My Heroes

Apropos of nothing, but worth watching.

Friday, March 06, 2009

On Appreciation

I was not all that long ago raked over the coals, more or less, for publishing a review full of "spoilers," and when I pointed out that the novel didn't depend on plot twists for its quality, was told that "the casual reader" was looking forward to the next wrinkle. (I should point out that I didn't really find anything in the review that I considered a spoiler -- I am aware of those things, and do try to avoid them if I think it's important. But there are other considerations.)

I was forced to conclude that I don't write for the "casual reader," whoever that might be. I write for people who read the way I do: to discover new things in an old favorite, to look again for things I might have missed the first time around, to savor the way the writer has dealt with theme, character, relationships, because there are any number of ways to do that, to understand how a writer -- or any artist -- has brought out new meanings that might echo in my life.

Hence, Rule 1: If you're only looking at the surface, you're missing most of what's going on. I've run into that a lot with manga lately, because it's a tremendously sophisticated medium that brings a lot of subtlety into play. Not always, but the good examples always deserve another look. (It's also most of what I've been reading.)

Just as quick examples, go back and look at my review at GMR of Kimi Shiruya (or the essay I published here) and the Loveless anime. To me, those are tremendously rich works, full of implication and subtle linkages that build amazingly powerful stories. (And I might point out that I am sitting on a 4000+ word essay on Loveless that I really do intend to try to boil down to a review.)

But you don't find that simply by sitting there looking at what's on the page. You have to look beyond that, and that's where it become appreciation. Yes, I suppose it does require a bit of learning, but it's the kind of learning that's easily acquired from experience. I never took a course in how to read a book. I just read them, and thought about them. Being a reviewer helps in that -- I have to think about them if I'm going to write about them intelligently, but by the same token, I would hope that the fruits of that thinking would bring some insights to my readers.

There's an element of connoisseurship here. It sounds very high-brow, but all that connoisseurship is, really, is the result of that experience, that thinking, that searching for meanings under the surface.

There is, of course, the question of how much you bring to the work, as opposed, I guess, to how much the artist put in. It's not an invalid question, but I think too often presented in the wrong framework: once a work is out there, it's no longer the artist's exclusive domain. Yes, there's "being entertained," which is a passive state best indulged in in front of the TV with a reality show or the news, and then there's being engaged: with the latter, it becomes a dialogue between you and the artist, an activity that demands participation, not just acceptance. So you have to bring something, otherwise you're not participating. And at least part of the artist's purpose, I think, is to spark that internal dialogue, to make echoes in your imagination that call up those past experiences and ideas that are going to flesh out that work for you and make it part of your experience.

And that's really what I'm trying to do, it occurs to me: impart something of that experience, without worrying overmuch about my approval or disapproval (that's there, but it's part of the context: did the artist do what they set out to do, and was it worth it to begin with?). It's much more important to me that my readers come away with some sense of what it was like for me to be involved with that work.

(A key point, that: once upon a time, when I was regularly writing art reviews, a friend mentioned that he'd read all my reviews and still didn't know what my opinion was of the art. That wasn't the point: the point was, what was it like to be there looking at it? You can figure out the rest, if you're paying attention.)

So, if I spoiled the plot for you, sorry -- but not very.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Happy New Year

And may 2009 be much better for you all.

Unfortunately, the news doesn't seem to have changed much. We'll see if there's anything I feel like commenting on.

Actually, thinking about my dad this morning -- he's 92 years old, goes swimming for a couple of hours every day, and is very alert and on top of things, although he also maintains a distressing fondness for really horrible jokes. I seem to have come by some of those characteristics, more or less honestly -- except for the horrible jokes, and I'm not much of a swimmer, I'm a dancer, but in broad terms, I like to keep active, and I get interested in things.

My mother used to tell a story of deciding, one day when I was around two, to follow me around for an afternoon and do everything I did. I'm not sure whether it was crawling behind the sofa or eating lint that finished her off, but after about an hour, she made me take a nap -- she was exhausted. I realize that two-year-olds are pretty active, but I don't seem to have stopped poking around in odd corners. I hope I never do.

Which leads to today's gem: if the time comes when I am not intrigued by new things, when I can no longer care, when I no longer feel passion, when I lose the ability to marvel at the wonderful universe I live in, then it's time to end this story.

One news note: I've read more than a couple of stories lately about how the congressional Republicans are setting themselves up to block any economic stimulus that might actually work, universal health care, and any other initiative that Obama or anyone else might come up with that might actually help people. It's very '60s of me, but this is my answer:



What have you gained when you have power and you only use it do prove that you're less than you could be?

Peace, for a day, until we have to start fighting again.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Basilisk

Just for fun, here's a bit from the Basilisk anime. I have a review of the manga coming up at the end of the month at GMR. The anime catches most of the style of the manga, but it's not quite as finished. (Parental advisory: this is, after all, an adult series.)