Nothing But a Dreamer (Inspired by a True Story)

Horse says HiAnd during the hours of video absorption we watched Dreamer – Inspired By a True Story. I’d seen it in the stores for a while now.

I remember when Kurt Russell was just a kid. I remember when Kris Kristofferson wasn’t much more than a kid. I remember when Elizabeth Shue was Marty McFly’s girlfriend. I remember when Dakota Fanning was just a li’l thing with no front teeth. There’s a lot of shots of her front teeth coming in.

I’d expected a lightweight feelgood movie. And that’s about what I got. But there’s something there, just below the surface, in all of Kurt Russell’s silence. And the photography is beautiful. And of course Dakota is always fascinating to watch. And who doesn’t love watching horses? I like squishing the end of their nose too.

It’s about three generations of horse people. And Kurt has been disappointed by his dad Kris. And Dakota is going to be disappointed by her dad Kurt. But they haven’t quite given up on each other yet.

As you may recall, when I was a kid, my dad raised horses. The silences in the movie kind of reminded me of silences around my dad. We didn’t have any of the problems you see in the movie. Just the silences.

Last week, when I was walking out of the bank after cashing a check, I was talking to myself. I was complaining about something. I don’t actually recall what I said. As soon as it came out of my mouth, I knew it hadn’t come out of my mouth. It was my dad talking, not me.

It was a strange insight, seeing this complaint from his point of view. “Thanks, Pop,” I said out loud to no one. I finally see what you mean.

I think Luis Guzman should do more serious roles. He’s great. I believe everything he’s ever said.

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‘Til There Was ‘Til There Was You

Waiting for DaffyDoing the channel surfing thing, and bumped into ‘Til There Was You, which stars a whole bunch of familiar looking people including Dylan McDermott and Jeanne Tripplehorn. It’s about a couple that just never quite meet, but are forever bound together by fate. It’s from 1997.

Boy, when it first came out it got really dismal reviews. Everybody seemed to hate it. But that was pre-9/11. It’s a great movie now, full of heart and love and a sense of place.

Having DVR’d it, I actually enjoyed immediately watching it over a 2nd time. Some of the details don’t pay off unless you’re already familiar with some of the other details in the film, which themselve don’t pay off until….

There’s also this wobbly uncertainty in the film. Back to back scenes at first seem to take place just moments apart, but as you watch you realize that there’s been days or weeks or even years in-between. It’s a little un-nerving, and part of what requires the repeated viewing. I liked it. It made the meanings change before my eyes.

I had a lot of fun and recommend it as a lost classic.

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First Annual Best-of Clip-Show Post

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UPDATED Jan 5, 2011
So I tried to automagically post this on January 1st. But it didn’t happen. Nothing showed up, and I didn’t notice right away. I blamed it on a WordPress update. But no, it turns out that I’d set the Wayback Machine for January 1, 2010. So it was posted ‘way back in time, before even this blog started. Luckily, with great effort and expense, I’ve recovered this post from the backwash of history, and present it here now for your edification. So make like Ed and ficate.

Coffee bean roasting: still not quite there yet. Maybe I should try using caffeinated beans instead of the de- ones.

Soap: bought some unscented vegetable-based soap. It kinda smells like potato soup. I think my lye soap exploits have scarred me for life.

Did I mention they’re making another sequel to the Lost Skeleton of Cadavra? It’s true! It’s time to bait your breath, not hold it.

I’ve tried a couple more Best In Tent Camping books. Let’s see: Colorado, Utah, Arizona, Texas, New Mexico, Southern California, & Missouri. They seem consistently swell. What’s fun is seeing the small ways the different authors make the guides their own.

I’m still using the safety razor.  I’ve decided that it’s industrial strength, and a little less maneuverable than modern razors. If only the blades weren’t to satisfyingly inexpensive!

Glenn’s Bad Dalai Lama tweets are gaining a following. He’s making more videos now too.

Someone wanna buy a shirt or calendar? Anyone? Bueller?

Here’s to odd-numbered years!

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Dreams of False-Alaska

False-AlaskaLast night I had another recurring dream of False-Alaska.

Like real Alaska, False-Alaska is scenic. And there’s lots of hiking and boat travelling adventures. But it never seems to be too cold there. And the population is really booming.
Once I spent the entire dream travelling down along the panhandle on a ferry. We stopped frequently at small towns. In False-Alaska the Inside Passage meanders around atolls and other low islands. There were no mountains to block the view. It was kind of like the jungle river cruise in Disneyland, but without the hippopotami.

We started at the north end of Lynn Canal, which backed up against a huge dam. I had to drive across the dam to get to the ferry terminal at the bottom. There were fake palm trees standing around the docks.

In another dream, I was hiking up a mountain. There was snow everywhere, but I wasn’t cold. Not a single toe was cold. There was a long line of people hiking up the mountain. There was a long line hiking down as well. It was sort of like a freeway of hikers. But there was lots of scenery, and we were all moving along slowly enough that we could enjoy it. I got to the top, and looped back around, and went back down.

Other times, I hike up behind town, in the hills and mountains above the shipyards. I skiied up there at night once. I mean, I was dreaming at night, and in the dream it was night, and I was skiing. Other times it was summer and I was hiking there amongst the green trees. Mountains and oceans coming together in peace and harmony are beautiful.

But last night, I was wondering around what used to be the shipyards. It was all gentrified from the increasing population. The rows of warehouses were all loft apartments and such. It was pretty. Snowdrifts were piled against the sides of all the buildings. Everyone still had their Christmas lights on. But the density of people was making me a little claustrophobic. And I had trouble finding the road that was to take me back up into the mountains above town.

I guess that like all other tourist spots, it’s getting harder to find the Real False-Alaska.

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Son of Sea Hunt

Jeff Bridges movies ticketsI used to love watching old B&W afternoon re-runs of Lloyd Bridges in Sea Hunt. He was a diver loosely modeled after Jacques Cousteau. OK, maybe not modeled after Cousteau. He used aqualungs like Cousteau invented. Anyway, he was underwater a lot, and in one episode held his breath for like 4 minutes! As a young child, I practiced holding my breath for years, and never got that good.

Lloyd and I had a lot of adventures together. We were great friends. It was like we were family.

So his son has two movies out right now. If you can’t decide whether to go see True Grit or Tron, then you’ve already chosen to go see True Grit. Trust me. Just go with it. It’s a Zen thing, and like the Jeffster is cool with it, man. You can do the whole Tron thing later, maybe at home on the ol’ Blu-ray with a home-made beverage in your hand.

True, it’s not the Duke’s True Grit.  But the girl has a bigger part, and that brings more balance to the Force, man. Also, Austin Texas and Santa Fe NM look more like Arkansas and Oklahoma than Colorado ever did. So it’s more educational. The last couple of scenes really hurt, though. But it’s cool because like it’s organic.

If, on the other hand, you know that you want to see Tron, then you really need to see the Tron! It is a worthy sequel. Both Trons have similar strengths and weaknesses. It’s a completely different movie that is exactly the same.

My one complaint is that they should have had the Jeffster shave off his mustaches before doing the whole motion capture thing. Clu’s upper lip never moves right. It’s a little creepy.

Unlike the first movie, the music does not become annoying. Maybe that won’t be true in 28 years though.

Oh, also the character Tron is only onscreen for like 22 seconds. Which is sort of minimal for a title character. So I guess that was my other disappointment.

And if you really weren’t planning on seeing either of these movies, look out for last year’s Crazy Heart,  for which Jeff won his Oscar.

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One Final Confession

Drawer of Forks and SpoonsAfter a Dangerous Mind and a Superhero, you’ll want to hear the Confessions of a Crap Artist by Philip K. Dick. Or read it anyway.

Hollywood has made a number of high profile movies based on PKD’s stories. They never quite seem to get them right, though. They always seem to miss the really intriguing ideas.

Some of PKD’s stuff is really weird. My favorites include Ubik, The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said, A Maze of Death, Time Out of Joint, The Penultimate Truth, Martian Time-Slip, Clans of the Alphane Moon, and Counter-Clock World. But not really in that order.

Some people really like The Man in the High Castle, which is based upon some Japanese style of novel. And I think it’s OK, but I really don’t think that I get it like the folks who really like it get it.

On the other hand, there are definitely a few stinkers. I’m talking about you, Our Friends from Frolix 8!!! It just seems like a pointless re-hash of unconnected ideas from other novels.

When you’re first reading PKD, you think his stuff is weird and wonder where he got all these strange ideas. But eventually it clicks. He finds a metaphor for some aspect of modern life, and runs with it. It really quickly turns into a bizarre strange mess. Which is incredibly illuminating of the current condition.

It’s pretty cool stuff, and not really as paranoid or strangely metaphysical as it seems at first. He’s just talking about real life here and now. You see that, don’t you? It’s important that you realize that there’s nothing at all weird in his novels. That’s just really how the world works.

The last book he wrote (The Transmigration of Timothy Archer, which really wasn’t part of a trilogy no matter what they tell you) wasn’t really science fiction. In that way it was like his early novels, which were written before PDK discovered that he was really a science fiction author. There were a small number of them. They were all originally rejected by publishers.

Only one of these was eventually published during his lifetime. That was Confessions of a Crap Artist. It may not be the best of the straight fiction novels, but it is definitely the most accessible. This guy with mental problems is living with his normal sister and her husband. The guy with the mental problems is the crap artist. There’s something wrong with him and everybody knows it. As the book progresses, you realize that unlike all the normal people, he’s the only one not doing Very Bad Things.

It’s an OK book. In France it was made into a movie called Barjo. It’s supposed to be a pretty good movie. I recommend them both, especially if you don’t have the patience for wading through the later science fictiony metaphorical stuff. PKD’s entire oeuvre is represented in Confessions of a Crap Artist.

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Childhood Dream IV – a new hope

watch the time in your pocketThis one was recurring, over at least 2 years. In December.

I’m sitting in the center of my parents’ bed. My dog is lying next to me. In front of us is a Christmas present, wrapped like they are on TV, so you can take the lid of the box off without tearing the wrapping paper. The wrapping paper has all these pictures of different clock faces, and the hands are moving! I lift the lid, and from the package out pops Burl Ives  [long-forgotten, grandfatherly US folk-singer], guitar and all, and he starts singing, and I’m immobilized and afraid.

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More Confessions…

Outside SmallvilleSo after I was talking about Confessions of a Dangerous Mind at work, somebody mentioned Confessions of a Superhero. It found me on Netflix as an Instant View last year sometime.

It follows 4 folks dressed up as superheros, walking around Hollywood, living off handouts. Two of the folks are young innocents who’ve come to Hollywood to be stars. One is a little less innocent with some anger management issues. And one is Superman. He doesn’t just live the part, he kinda really is Superman.

This  movie will break your heart at least a couple of times. You’ll laugh; you’ll cry. It’s the whole schmear.  I don’t know why it took me so long to recommend it.

I don’t want to give any of it away. Wonder Woman is in a bad relationship, and doesn’t quite realize it. The Hulk has charisma, but who can see his face under all that green foam? Batman does look a little like George Clooney. And Superman kinda really is super. He tells the other superheroes not to smoke in public because it’s setting a bad example… Isn’t that what you’d want Superman to do?

After you’ve seen the movie, come back and we’ll talk…

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Gene, Gene the Dancing Machine

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I used the phrase “Gene Gene the Dancing Machine” today at work, then had to explain it to my co-workers. Gene appeared frequently on The Gong Show. He’d just kind of stroll around, doing his dance, with a big smile on his face.

“But what was The Gong Show?” I was asked. It was a bizarre talent show gameshow developed by Chuck Barris. If you had no talent, folks would bang a gong. Quirkier acts were appreciated. If you didn’t have talent or quirkiness, it helped to be extremely tacky. So it was a lot like other Chuck Barris gameshows.

“What other Chuck Barris gameshows, uncle Lyle?!” Like The Dating Game, with music by the Tijuana Brass.  Or The Newlywed Game, which re-popularized the word “whoopee”.

And then of course, Chuck Barris was a coldwar spy for the CIA. Or so says his autobiography. They made a movie out of it, directed by George Clooney, and starring just about everybody, called Confessions of a Dangerous Mind. Mainly it’s quirky. Only a little bit tacky. I really enjoyed it.

Gene Gene the Dancing Machine appears in the movie briefly, as himself. I was disheartened to see that his legs had both been amputated. Apparently a side-effect of diabetes. He wore artificial legs. Kind of like a Giant Robot, only not as tall.

Or maybe it was just a movie full of special effects, and the whole thing is a lie, and there really isn’t any CIA.

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Doin’ Dat Yogurt Tang

Yogurt and Freeze Dried Strawberry (Yum)I grow my own yogurt. Anyone can. All it takes is some dairy products and a warm spot. And it’s cheaper than most of my other hobbies.

I pour milk into a pot and put the pot into another pot, a bigger pot, a pot full of water. I boil the water. This double-boils the milk.

While I’m waiting, I add some powdered milk to the milk to give it more body. If I’m using a quart of milk, I use enough powdered milk to make another quart of milk. That way I have double-milk yogurt when I’m done.

After the water gets a good boil going, I take the pot of hot double-milk, and place it in my sink, which is nearly full of cold water. I stir the double-milk till the steam stops rising.  Then I grab my trusty little thermometer and check the temp.

Somewhere around 110′ F is good. Once that is reached, I take the pot out of the water. I add a couple of heaping spoons of yogurt to the milk and stir. Then I pour the whole mess into my yogurt maker and wait about 6 hours.

Some people just wrap the pot of inoculated milk with a heating pad to keep it warm. Some folks slide the thing into the oven and leave the light on for it. Yogurt is created by a couple of different bacteria. One likes to live around 111′ F, the other around 114′ F. I don’t trust a heating pad or my oven to maintain the right temperature. I live in a drafty world. You want to keep the little yogurt fellers happy after all, or they won’t do their job to keep you happy.

Once upon the time I used a yogurt maker that came with several different ceramic cups with plastic lids. I topped them each up with inoculated double-milk, and put them in their little warming coves of the yogurt maker. The cups were handy, if brittle. Just the right size for one serving. But somehow it wasn’t as handy as bulk yogs. So I use this Yogourmet Electric Yogurt Maker. In fact I’ve got 2 of them so I can make a gallon and 1/4 at a time.

The first time, you get your yogurt starter from some store-bought yogurt. I tend to stay away from Dannon or other national brands and look for something more local. But if it says “active cultures” that should pretty much guarantee that it’ll work for you. After that first time, you save back a little of your own yogurt to make the next batch.

Some folks say that over time their yogurt gets too sour, so they get fresh starter frequently. I only go to the store for fresh starter when I’ve made a bad mistake. For instance, do NOT try using buttermilk to make the yogurt. Originally buttermilk was made the same way yogurt is. Nowadays it’s more likely that they just add some kind of acid to regular milk, and some thickeners. Anyway, the acidity keeps the yogurt cultures from growing. You end up with warm buttermilk. Mmmm. Hey, let’s go buy some new yogurt starter!

One time I was in the middle of vacuuming by the time the water started to boil. Being busy and indisposed and all, I let the boiling go on for a long time.  The yogs came out interesting: like marshmallow creme without the sticky. Or like in John Carpenter’s The Thing, when they stick the hot poker into the sample of blood. Kinda creepy. Hey, let’s go buy some new yogurt starter!

You get the idea.

This is where the freeze-dried fruit comes in handy. Just stir some into the yogurt, give it a minute to re-hydrate, and you’ve got fruit flavored sour stuff!

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