Monday, August 30, 2004

Kill Bill

Stylish, over the top, and tons of fun. Vols. 1 and 2 of Tarantino's bloodfest don't pretend to be anything they ain't. It's a revenge story, with not too much character exposition, a simple story (with a nice little twist at the end that's not entirely unpredictable, but still satisfying), and OH! so many bodies. The homages to 70s kung fu movies and the Hong Kong originals fly fast and furious and shamelessly, and it's all a very good time. Not for the faint of stomach, for sure, but worth the DVD rental.

I got new wheels!

Who knew I was even in the market? Well, I did, but it still happened very fast. Jenn and I traded in her '01 CR-V for an '04 CR-V and Civic. My car has 5 miles on it, hers had 7 when we took delivery.

Pics will be forthcoming. Jenn has the digi cam at work with her. My faithful Mercury will be picked up later this morning by Jewish Family Service. where it'll do some good, I hope.

Friday, August 27, 2004

Powerful, scary, and still tight

No, I'm not talking about Joan Rivers' face. I'm talking about the original The Manchurian Candidate, which I just watched again thanks to Netflix. I can now firmly say that it still kicks the remake's ass. It holds up VERY well for a political thriller made in 1962; while tame by our standards today in terms of violence, sexual content, and message delivery, it still manages to knock you out on all those points. The performances are top notch across the board, with Angela Lansbury giving me the creeps over and over again.

Get it, watch it, absorb it, then go out and vote your conscience on Nov. 2.

Grandma Helen's Famous Blintz Casserole

By popular demand (if you didn't demand this, make it and taste it, and you will), here it is (Helen was Jenn's maternal grandmother):

12 frozen blintzes
1/4 lb. margarine
4 eggs, well beaten
1-1/2 cups sour cream
1/4 cup sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 tbs orange juice

Melt butter in 2 quart casserole pan. Place blintzes in layers. Blend other ingredients well with eggs and pour over layered blintzes.
Bake 45 minutes at 350°, until brown. Serve with blueberries and/or strawberries.

Thanks for the reminder, Alan & Wanda. Enjoy!

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Sail on, brother!

Aptly named Gal Fridman (his first name means "wave" in Hebrew) has brought Israel its first Olympic gold medal, in windsurfing.

Awesome.

My truck partner and I

The aforementioned Lloyd and I are proud members of the Breast Cancer 3Day Gear & Tent Crew. Just like last year (when Jenn walked) we'll be supporting thousands of women and men from all over California and the rest of the country as they walk 60 miles over 3 days, each of them having raised a minimum of $2,000 for breast cancer research, treatment, and education.

The crew members are not obligated to raise money, but what funds we do bring in help offset the infrastructure and logistics costs and dedicate more moolah to the important work. Last year crew donations covered the hot showers everyone enjoyed. This year, we're hoping to raise a little more and cover the porta-potties. There'll be signs around camp (the massive tent city where everyone sleeps the two nights of the event) and on the route that'll say "You're the kings and queens. Your crew has provided the thrones" or something of that nature.

If you want to help out, drop me a line, or go directly to the website, click on San Diego on the left, then click Donate in the top nav bar, enter my name or Jenn's (with Tabak-Levy as the last name) and put your money where your mouse is.

Updated oldie but goodie

As the President is getting off the helicopter in front of the White House, he has a baby pig under each arm.

The Marine guard snaps to attention, salutes, and says: "Nice pigs sir." The President replies: "These are not just pigs; these are authentic Texan Razorback Hogs. I got one for VP Cheney, and I got one for Defense Secretary Rumsfeld.

The Marine again snaps to attention, salutes, and replies, "Nice trade, sir !!!"

Thanks, Lloyd.

Monday, August 23, 2004

So much good stuff

So little time.

In no particular order:

My friend Bryan's microloan and education program Shurush (root in Arabic). Nice Jewish boy from Beverly Hills makes good by trying to answer the age-old question, "Why can't we all just get along?"

Kudos to Lynne Truss for Eats, Shoots, and Leaves. I wish her suggestions of corporal (and sometimes capital) punishment for serial grammar and/or spelling offenders were taken more seriously. In the meantime, fellow bloggers, heed the words of Jennifer Garrett.

I'll have more later. I have to go back to cleaning. Oh, and by the way - an Israeli judoka has already won a bronze, and one of our sailors is guaranteed another medal tomorrow. A couple of wrestlers are starting their competitions tomorrow as well. Iran: Take your Olympic poo-poo spirit and shove it.

Questionable advertising

I know, some of us think that's redundant, but this morning I heard a plug on my local NPR station for one of the groups that supports programming here in town: Pharmacists (I'm assuming some professional organization of them).

I kid you not, the group's tag line is

Pharmacists. The other white coat.

It's a good thing I was stopped at a red light when I heard that.

Sunday, August 22, 2004

Garden State

Garden State - Terrific piece of filmmaking from Zach Braff, who's relatively well-known for his role on Scrubs, but who turns out to be an excellent writer and director as well. The story is compelling, the characters well drawn; even the unsympathetic characters are captivating. The direction, if not groundbreaking, is interesting and often creative. The package as a whole is tremendously refreshing - just so different from most of the pablum that Hollywood churns out (some of which I admittedly enjoy, but on a whole different level).

Of course, it doesn't hurt that Natalie Portman is the female lead. She shines, even (perhaps especially) when she's bawling. There are some painfully true, real moments between her Samantha and Braff's Andrew in the days after Andrew returns home to NJ for his mother's funeral after an absence of nearly a decade. The rest of the cast is excellent, as well, and they work off a terrific script with some sharp, at times uncomfortable, other times almost profound, dialogue. Some of the symbolism is obvious, some more subtle, but it's all worth a long, enjoyable look (maybe even more than one).

Go see it.

Friday, August 20, 2004

Sharp British humor

10 Things Women Should Know about Men

Part of the site run by Mil, a funny Brit (imagine!), including Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About.

Infinite Cat Project

The Infinite Cat Project. Clever, simple, and includes a tribute to Ray Charles. Well done.

No, really?

Thanks, Frank.


Um, no thanks.

Tom points out that Amazon is selling condoms. That's no surprise, true. But they have all kinds of alternatives if you don't want to spend as much money on other products, so why not on these?

Used WHAT?!

Thursday, August 19, 2004

oh dear

Thanks, Jeff, for making me look for a blog index, and thanks, Blogdex, for pointing me to Child Pimp & Ho costumes.

Inevitability etc.

I saw The Hit (DVR'd from IFC), a little British picture from '84 with Terence Stamp, John Hurt, and Tim Roth that made some good statements about life, death, and the journey in between.

Also watched Things to do in Denver when you're dead, which is much more violent, but also tries to be philosophical in some ways. Terrific cast - everybody from Andy Garcia to Christopher Lloyd to Christopher Walken (unusually understated) to Treat Williams (completely off his rocker and great at it) and a bunch more.

I have Rosemary's Baby recorded and I'll watch that when I'm done cleaning up around the house.

Then our trial to Netflix starts; Kill Bill Vol. 1, the original Manchurian Candidate, and 13 Going on 30 (can you guess which was Jenn's choice?) are coming tomorrow.

This isn't funny, really...

...but I can't help laughing. I'm chalking it up to my defense mechanism. Inevitability of death and all that. Much obliged, Jonathan.

Superstitious Romanian dies on Friday the 13th
From AFP
14aug04

BUCHAREST: A superstitious Romanian, who refused to leave his house throughout Friday the 13th to avoid bad luck, died after he was stung by a wasp in his kitchen, police said.

Florin Carcu, 54, had even taken the precaution of asking his boss for permission not to go to work on the inauspicious Friday, the police in Cluj, central Romania, said in a statement.

"It was the strangest request I've ever received but I ended up giving him permission to stay at home because he seemed to be really scared of something bad happening to him on that day," Carcu's boss Gheorghe Domsa told the press.

Doctors from the emergency services in Cluj said Carcu had been making coffee when he was stung by a species of wasp nicknamed "the wolf", which is very rare in Romania and whose sting is very poisonous. He died on the spot.

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Alternative media

One of my favorite things in the world is getting information from multiple sources, often those not looked at by what's referred to as "mainstream media." Fabulous way to distill the spin and come to a balanced, moderate, nuanced conclusion on complicated issues, that.

Truthout is one such source.

Back in Oct. 2003, one of the commentators there wrote this piece on the Anyone but Bush thing.

Thanks to Mark Morford for reminding me of this. I have something like 70 back issues of his column in my email inbox. I'm working on catching up.

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Intelligence gathering

Jim gave me the heads up that Poret Goss, who our esteemed President nominated to head the CIA, said in March of this year that he couldn't get any kind of job with that agency today. Who did he say this to? A couple of interviewers. Working for Michael Moore. I swear I'm not making this up. Let's let Reuter's tell the story, shall we?

Filmmaker Moore Quotes Goss on Lack of CIA Credentials
Wed Aug 11, 2004 06:40 PM ET

By David Morgan

WASHINGTON (Reuters) - U.S. Congressman Porter Goss, President Bush's nominee for CIA director, could be his own worst enemy when it comes to making the case that he deserves to lead the U.S. intelligence agency.

"I couldn't get a job with CIA today. I am not qualified," the Florida Republican told documentary-maker Michael Moore's production company during the filming of the anti-Bush movie "Fahrenheit 9/11."

A day after Bush picked Goss for the top U.S. spy job, Moore on Wednesday released an excerpt from a March 3 interview in which the 65-year-old former House of Representatives intelligence chief recounts his lack of qualifications for employment as a modern CIA staffer.

"I don't have the language skills. I, you know, my language skills were romance languages and stuff. We're looking for Arabists today. I don't have the cultural background probably," Goss is quoted in an interview transcript.

"And I certainly don't have the technical skills, uh, as my children remind me every day: 'Dad you got to get better on your computer.' Uh, so, the things that you need to have, I don't have."

Goss, who served with the CIA clandestine services in Latin America and Europe in the 1960s, was not immediately available for comment.

He appears in Moore's film, the most financially successful documentary in history, during a segment devoted to the USA Patriot Act, an anti-terrorism measure.

Moore told Reuters that Goss, who until Tuesday was chairman of the House of Representatives Permanent Select Committee on Intelligence, granted an interview to two of his producers without first checking to see who they worked for.

"You'd think the person who was the head of the intelligence committee would ask a few more questions," said Moore.

"The reality is that Porter Goss was in charge of the oversight of the CIA during a time when the CIA didn't do its job, which in part resulted in the loss of lives of 3,000 people," he said via telephone from New York.

A White House spokesman declined to comment specifically on the Goss interview but described the lawmaker as "the most qualified man for the job."

Goss is expected to appear at confirmation hearings before the Senate intelligence committee next month.

LINK

You know you're from... when...

Yes, well, it's an old device, but this is fairly amusing, and it comes from a site that is only in existence because so many people don't have as much to say as I do. Thanks, Jim.





You Know You're From California When...


The fastest part of your commute is down your driveway.

You were born somewhere else.

You know how to eat an artichoke.

The primary bugs that you worry about are electronic.

Your car has bullet-proof windows.

Left is right and right is wrong.

Your monthly house payments exceed your annual income.

You can't find your other earring because your son is wearing it.

You drive to your neighborhood block party.

Your family tree contains "significant others."

You don't exterminate your roaches, you smoke them.

You see 25 lawyers chasing an ambulance.

More than clothes come out of the closets.

You go to a tanning salon before going to the beach.

More money is spent on facelifts than on diapers.

Smoking in your office is not optional.

You pack shorts and a T-shirt for skiing in the snow, and a sweater and a wetsuit for the beach.

When you can't schedule a meeting because you must "do lunch."

Your children learn to walk in Birkenstocks.

Rainstorms or thunder are the lead story for the local news.

You'll reluctantly miss yoga class to wait for the hot tub repairman.

You consult your horoscope before planning your day.

A glass has been reserved for you at your favorite winery.

All highways into the state say: "no fruits."

All highways out of the state say: "Go back."

The Terminator is your governor

You can't remember . . . is pot illegal?

It's barely sprinkling rain and there's a report on every news station: "STORM WATCH"

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from California.





Get Your Own "You Know You're From" Meme Here



More cool things for your blog at
Blogthings

Those wacky Italians...

...and their wacky Flash animations. Topical AND funny (wait for it to load, have your sound up, and click Play). Thanks, Carol.

Logos

They're everywhere, and the good ones aren't just around us, they're in our heads.

Then there's the other ones. Jesse (who can also be found here) pointed me to this note about the DC Dept. of Health logo. One of the comments on that one refers to this one with the note, "I've always found this one to be in questionable taste."

Remarkable what people think up when they're not thinking.

GW writes to John Hinckley

Lloyd sent this:

THE WHITE HOUSE WASHINGTON D.C.
Mr. John Hinckley
St Elizabeth's Hospital
Washington D.C.

Dear John,

Laura and I hope that you are continuing your excellent progress in recovering from your mental problems. We were pleased to hear that you are now able to have unsupervised visits with your parents. The staff at the hospital reports that you are doing fine.

I have decided to seek a second term in office as your president and I would appreciate your support and the support of your fine parents. I would hope that if there is anything you need at the hospital you would let us know.

By the way, are you aware that John Kerry is screwing Jodie Foster?

Sincerely,
George W. Bush
President

Monday, August 16, 2004

Cats are evil

well, OK, not ALL cats are evil. Just this one.

Iran embraces the Olympic spirit...

...by pissing all over it: Iranian judoka refuses to face his first opponent, an Israeli.

Arash Miresmaeili carried the flag of his country proudly in the Olympic opening ceremony. He marched with the athletes, listened to the lyrical speeches about uniting the athletes of the world, heard the oaths, and understood the expectations of being a gold medal favourite.

And then he took the money and ran -- because really, he had no choice.

The statistics will say that Miresmaeili did not make his weight and therefore did not participate in the Olympic Games. The statistics lie.

The real story is about Middle Eastern politics and a conflict that never seems to end and all that should have little to do with either sport or these Games. But the real story is that Iranian authorities will pay Miresmaeili a significant sum of money -- hundreds of thousands of dollars, in fact -- for his apparent refusal to fight an Israeli opponent in judo yesterday at the Ano Liossia Olympic Hall.

To paraphrase an old risque joke, in theory this guy could kick my ass (and would have likely beat Ehud Vaks), but in practice he's a big loser.

Thursday, August 12, 2004

Fisheye

Thanks to Bella, we have a handy dandy link to another good movie review site. The only problem is, it's in Hebrew. So those of my friends who can read and understand Hebrew, enjoy. Those of you who can't yet, what's the hold-up? Learn already!

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

The only movie reviews I pay attention to

Because, unlike many "reviewers," Mark Ramsey of Moviejuice doesn't give away crucial plot points, and he's funny. Case in point: his take on Open Water. I just talked to my friend Drew about this movie, but I haven't seen it.

Anyway, go back into his archives and read some other reviews, sign up to get them by email (he occasionally includes hilarious hate e-mail he gets and his responses), etc. Enjoy.

Illegal, but gratifying

Brilliant. Tom Tomorrow, who draws a couple of wonderfully subversive comics, has a blog with this entry, showing this pic, published in the LA Times:

We're number 1!

By "we" I mean Afghanistan, and by "number 1" I mean in opium poppy production. Those are used to make heroin, for you uninitiated. Way to help rebuild the Afghan economy and infrastructure, Bushies!

The War on Terror yields results...

...for Al Qaeda, that is. The US leaks a name, terrorists get away:

U.S. Leak ends al-Qaeda Sting

More wonderful election activism

Declare Yourself - some fantastic PSAs encouraging voter registration and participation

I found BagNewsNotes, a lefty politics blog, through Juan Cole, who writes Informed Comment, a blog about the Middle East, History, and Religion. Both are recommended. From BagNews, I found Bushout.tv.

Funny synchronicity moment. On Bushout, I found out that Errol Morris has made some ads for MoveOn, the best of which (chosen by viewers) will be aired during the Republican convention later this month. Earlier this morning, I happened to see a listing for A Short History of Errol Morris on IFC or the Sundance Channel (can't remember which) and set my DVR to record it. Morris came to national attention as a documentary filmmaker when he released The Thin Blue Line, a doc about the murder of a Texas police officer during a traffic stop. The man convicted and sentenced to death for that crime ended up being innocent (and was released), and the real killer was revealed after the case was reopened subsequent to the film's premiere. Morris also made (and won an Oscar for, if I'm not mistaken) The Fog of War, a documentary about Vietnam from the perspective of Robert McNamara, the SecDef under Kennedy and Johnson.

From Declare Yourself I also found out Kevin Smith directed some election-themed PSAs that will run on Comedy Central.

Ain't the 'Net grand?

Pick on the president

Oh, jeez. Mix & Match Bush Face - loads of fun.

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

'Make love not war' doesn't fly anymore

Airline bounces couple for risque T-shirt

Zero tolerance absurdity watch

60-year-old Japanese man mistaken for terrorist

On the Lite-r side...

Lite-Brite online

Satmar Yemenite?

OK. So there are these Jews, right, who don't like Israel, because they think only the Messiah has the authority to set up a Jewish state, not the secular heathens who are in charge over there now. They're Hassidic Jews of the Satmar persuasion.

Now Hassidic Jews in general are odd fish - they live their lives, for the most part, as did the founders of the Hassidic movement.

The founders lived in 19th century Poland.

So the Hassids who live in Israel, as well as those, like the Satmars, who live in New York, wear - year-round - plain white shirts and black slacks, long black coats, big black hats, they don't (again, a generalization) watch TV, and in other ways don't participate in modern life.

Except to tell other people how to live theirs.

The Satmars, as I mentioned, are anti-Zionist. They're Jews who hate Israel, as if Israel needs the added animosity. So they have had activists in Yemen for the last couple of decades trying to convince the few Jews left in that country not to emigrate to Israel, because, they tell the Yemeni Jews, "your daughters will end up prostitutes and your sons will be killed in the army."

They instead offer those who want a better life the chance to move to Monsey, New York, where, they promise, all your needs will be met. All well and good, except that it's a crock of shit.

I saw a documentary film today called In Satmar Custody, made by an Israeli filmmaker named Nitzan Giladi with funding from Australian Channel 8, among other sources. The family profiled in the movie had their five children taken away from them by Child "Welfare" Services based on false testimony from Satmar community members. Another couple, briefly mentioned, went through the same nightmare. The Satmars get the extra children so they can milk the system for additional child support money, and, presumably, to gain more "converts" to their ass-backwards way of thinking.

They force the Yemeni Jews, who have a rich and long history of customs and traditions, to give up all they know, learn Yiddish (because the Satmars believe Hebrew should be reserved for prayer only, conveniently ignoring the fact that it was spoken by pre-Rabbinic Jews), and go along with shady fundraising schemes while not receiving enough to provide for their families. There are a couple of benefit groups working to help the Yemenites, but their efforts were not enough for the couple profiled in the movie - by the end of it (it was produced some time in 2003) the parents were in Israel, and still didn't have their four surviving children back (yes, the story also includes a little girl who dies needlessly because of teh Satmar actions).

I was so mad watching this thing, I could hardly think straight. I'll do some more research into it, but there's no reason for me not to trust the movie. The Satmars have been responsible for some pretty wacky shit in the past. One of their number served for years as an advisor to Yasser Arafat, basically supporting the terrorist killings of innocent Israelis for his religious purposes.

Chop sockey

Jet Li is a stud. Not news, I know, but I just saw Fist of Legend, one of his earlier Asian efforts, and it kicked ass. I'm such a newbie to the classic kung fu movies that I didn't know, until reading through the IMDB entry above, that this is a sort-of remake of Bruce Lee's Fists of Fury; Jet Li plays the same character. Awesome, amazing martial arts movie. I DVR'd it off IFC - check your local listings.

Monday, August 09, 2004

Do I need to get out more?

Most of these have been in San Diego, but I haven't seen them. Granted, I don't hang out in OB very much, but still... Freeway Blogger - go baby go! Again, getting people to open their eyes and minds.

People with too much time on their hands

There are many of those, and what with cheap Internet access, many of them are online. Clever? Hideous? I'll let you decide...

Palindromes, anybody can do. But a screenplay with all the dialogue in palindromes?

The "Holy Shit!" factor

So you occasionally run into stuff that just makes you say Holy Shit! And once in a rare while, something will make you say it more than once. Then you have the gems that make you say it so many times you lose count.

As long as you have broadband, go here and download the Drag Race NYC movie - it's 50MB worth of Holy shit! These guys are certifiable.

Flash!

Oh, yes, that wonderful source of entertainment, the vector animation program.

I've run across a lot of great Flash animations, and I will continue to do so, and they will be posted here if I think you are worthy.

Computer Cookery 5000 - Short and sweet.

I mentioned JibJab already, but it's worth a repeat.


Books. I read books.

I've been reading a lot more the last year, being unemployed and all.

I got back into Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan novels. Read Debt of Honor, followed by Executive Orders, and I've now started The Bear and the Dragon. I've also got Rainbow Six sitting at my bedside, waiting. That's a John Clark novel, an offshoot of the other series.

In Debt of Honor, written in 1996, a character flies a passenger jet loaded with fuel (but no passengers) into the Capitol building while a joint session of Congress is listening to the President, thus destroying the entire government of the US in one fell swoop. I was struck by the fact that neither that, nor the numerous other signs before 9/11, were enough to make the people in charge take the threat of that kind of attack seriously. No saying if the attacks of that day were preventable, but it made me think.

In the last few weeks I've also read Dan Brown's breakout bestseller The Da Vinci Code, as well as the prequel, Angels & Demons, and I read his earlier book Digital Fortress, back in the spring on our trip to Israel. Good page turners.

I shouldn't forget Suzanne Brockman's Gone Too Far and Harlan Coben's No Second Chance, both of those being perfect airplane reading. Thrilling, exciting suspense books that are like fast food. Good while you're having it, but forgettable.

TDS

I referred to Jon Stewart before.

I don't idolize many people. But I'd love to be Jon Stewart. In lieu of taking over his life, I have to be satisfied, like most of the rest of humanity, with watching The Daily Show as often as possible. In all honesty, and all joking aside, this is one of the best sources of information, and undoubtedly the best source of satire, on television. They have a bunch of choice clips from past shows at the site. Their coverage of the Democratic Convention was hilarious, if uneven, and I can't wait for the Republicans to get theirs. That's the thing - like the good guys at JibJab, the folks at TDS poke fun at EVERYBODY.

One of his best interviews ever was last week, when he talked to a guy from the Republican party about some of the info they're putting out. I have to go look up the reference and see if they have a clip of that. Stewart skewered the guy.

Use your head

We all have to make decisions, every day. Some more important than others, and some, like choosing who to vote for, that have an effect on a bigger picture.

My leanings are my own, and they'll become apparent (if they're not already), but what moves me the most is getting people to THINK about their important decisions, and make educated choices.

To that end, and because I think it's sad that so few people exercise the incredible freedom we have in this country to make our voice heard, I'm pointing you to

She19.com

and

FactCheck.org

There'll be more, but please, people - turn off your television, don't believe everything you read, and make up your own minds!

Thanks to Brooke, and to Jon Stewart.

Uh oh...

I'm catching up on stuff, and the posts are going to fly fast and furious for a while. Until I have to go clean the house...

A chart from the NYTimes about how the money spent on the Iraq war could have been spent on antiterrorism instead.

Distractions

So while looking for a copy of the Joan Allen piece I got distracted and ended up finding White House West. Watch the Will Ferrell video. Now.

Other movie notes

This summer has seen me and Jenn in a lot of movie theaters, since we've both had the time off. We saw Fahrenheit 9/11 and were mostly positively impressed. While a bit longer than I think it needed to be, it is inarguably thought-provoking, and chilling at times. I can see why Michael Moore grates on people's nerves, but this is an important piece of work if only for its ability to get people talking about the issues. I'll be interested to hear my friend the Marine chopper pilot's (mentioned in Brain Dump) view on it.

We saw The Bourne Supremacy as well. Tight, well-done action movie, with one of the best (if very implausible) car chases ever filmed. They set up a special rig to film this so they could get shots of Matt Damon driving from inside the car (a Russian yellow cab) while still having the stunt driver control the thing, and it paid off. Joan Allen has a supporting role in this, as well as in The Notebook, and there's a cool profile of her in last week's Time magazine. The lead on this article is worth the cover price:

If womanhood is a continuum, with Ruth Bader Ginsburg on one end and Jessica Simpson on the other, Joan Allen occupies a sparsely populated middle position: the dignified babe. It's a precarious perch, and not just because it seems such an oxymoron. It's dangerous, at least for an actress, because Hollywood doesn't know what to do with you. Or rather it knows exactly what to do with you: you play the wife. The nice but uptight wife.

My smartest (and possibly best-looking) friend

What can I say? The guy's a hunk! David Eagleman is his name, and he's a neurobiologist. He now resides in Houston, where he's on the faculty of the University of Texas Houston Medical Center. I swear I'm not making this up - I really know him, and so does Jenn (they actually went to high school together, and I met him independently of that in San Diego, years later - one of those great Jewish small world stories for another time).

Anyway, he just wrote this beautiful tribute to Francis Crick that was published in the Houston Chronicle, and I thought it worth sharing. Check out his faculty and lab home pages, too - he's doing some insanely fascinating work, and he actually explains it in a way that most mortals can understand.

Brain Dump

That's what this is on any given day, but especially now, when I can't fall asleep. I gotta unload the last couple of days.

Saw Collateral yesterday (while Jenn was helping give a friend's baby shower), and it's still in my head. Tom Cruise is a mean sunofabitch in that movie, and he and Jamie Foxx both chew up the scenery. Tight.

This morning we had brunch at The Beach House in Cardiff with a friend who's just back from Iraq (along with his wife and 11-month-old son and a couple of other friends). He's a Marine chopper pilot and flight instructor who did over a decade of active duty, retired, got a great civilian job, then got called up to reserve duty for this shit. From the day he got there (six months ago) until the day he left (less than two weeks ago) his choppers were getting shot at every time he flew to cover the convoys we send out. And while the insurgents shot at him and he shot back, a few tens of yards away would be a house with an Iraqi family sitting on their porch watching the action, or there'd be kids throwing rocks at his chopper. He'd come back with a dozen or more holes in his rig every time, and now he's back, not to go home to his good job, but to go back to work at Camp Pendleton and possibly get deployed again.

He told us a lot about what he and his unit and the armed forces in general are going through over there, and the bottom line is that they're not being allowed to finish the job in the most efficient way possible. Yes, I know (as does he and everyone there and many of the people who'll read this) that that translates to "they're not being allowed to kill as many people as possible." But we are at war, after all, and that's what war is. Unfortunately, for various reasons, there are people (higher up the chain of command than my friend, the major) who don't want to get the job done as quickly as possible. Here I thought that sending our men and women into harm's way was a last resort, and that once we got to that point, it behooved the person who made that ultimate decision (read: The Commander in Chief and his support staff in and out of uniform) to give the troops the resources and orders they needed to finish the job and get back home ASAP. Silly, idealistic, naive me.

And then tonight I went to the the-a-ter. The last show on our season tickets, Thoroughly Modern Millie. Very nice and fun musical set in the 1920s. The last show we saw was Hairspray, and earlier in the season we saw Chicago and 42nd Street. It struck me tonight that Broadway and Hollywood have seen a huge run of retro (but REALLY retro, not 70s or 80s) entertainment, and I wondered if that was because the real world we're living in is so fucked up that we want to escape in the most complete way possible, not just into fiction, but into an idealized past that didn't include terrorism, where black and white people got along, and when crack was still the space on the sidewalk you tried to avoid stepping on.

Dichotomy. This is my life. I laugh at clever commercials, and cry at weepy movies (The Notebook, last week [be careful, this is a high bandwidth site and the trailer starts automatically]) just like my wife sitting next to me (sometimes more). I advocate peace in the Middle East through negotiation, but support targeted assassinations like the killings of Ahmed Yassin and Aziz Abd el Rantisi. I can't stand the conditions under which our military was sent into Iraq, but I want them given a freer hand to secure the place and get the hell out.

For now, that's the way it is. I have links and more things to talk about... later.