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At The Movies, January 11th

I hope I didn’t have anything I was really supposed to do today, because whatever it was, I didn’t do it. But I did get a nice nap during the football game, so I’m ready to stay up and watch SpaceX’s Dragon get captured and berthed at ISS tonight. (NASA-TV coverage of the capture is 4:30 to 6:30 EST, the berthing is 8:15 to 9:30 EST)

We watched the Golden Globe awards tonight, more to get an idea of which movies we should be looking for than anything else. I could not possibly care less “who are you wearing,” what embarrassingly lame “comedy” bits the writers have come up with, or how obnoxious Ricky Gervais can be and still be allowed to be on camera.

The Long-Suffering Wife and I always try to see as many of the Oscar-nominated films as we can before the ceremony. We have our good years and bad, but the early awards (such as the Golden Globes) are a decent indicator of what’s likely to be under consideration.

And there was absolutely nothing else on except re-runs and reality television shows. I would have gone out to play, but it’s still be raining here most of the day. (Trying too hard to justify watching a lame, stupid show? OK…)

Of the two films that won the top awards, we’ve seen one, “The Grand Budapest Hotel.” It was fun, definitely “quirky,” definitely a Wes Anderson film. We enjoyed it, but I’m not sure it’s the best film we’ve seen this year. The other film, “Boyhood,” is on our hot list to see in our year-end push.

Over the weekend we went and saw two films, one of which made a ton of money and was fun, the other of which is absolutely spectacular and should win a ton of awards.

(I’ll try to avoid spoilers, as always.)

Interstellar” is a huge, beautiful, grand, visual, science fiction epic, the kind of thing that Christopher Nolan does so well. We both liked “Inception” a couple years ago, and I’m a huge fan of his dark and gritty Batman series. “Interstellar” didn’t disappoint. There were bits that were a bit confusing, even to someone who’s been a lifelong science fiction fan, but two days later I’m still thinking through some of the events and scenes and having those “a-ha!” moments.

At first I thought that the beginning was too drawn out and draggy, but by the end I could see why it had to be that way to lay the groundwork for what came later. There were also plenty of things that were very Hollywood-esque but total nonsense in real life. I’m not even talking about the exotic hyperdimensional physics that gets thrown around — most of that was at least “close enough for government work.”

But, for example, launching a tremendously huge freakin’ rocket out of a silo, which is in a building occupied by people, who happen to be walking by next to the rocket as it lifts? Potential script writers, a note for you. They don’t keep everyone two or three miles back from a rocket launch just in case it blows up. They keep everyone back because not only will the flame shooting out of the rocket roast anything for several hundred yards, but most dangerous of all is the acoustic energy being released. The sound of the launch. Stand  in front of a good home entertainment system and crank it up to eleven. Feel the noise physically pressing into your chest? Now multiply that by a billion or more. The energy in the sound waves will quite literally pulp you from the inside out.

But I digress.

Overall we liked the film and are now wondering if Nolan left himself room for a sequel. He did this, she did that, we still do know who did that other thing… Maybe if…

The truly spectacular film we saw was “The Imitation Game.” Run, do not walk, run to see this movie! The true story of Alan Turing and his work to break the German’s Enigma code during World War II, it is well told, well acted, a great suspense film, and in the end an absolute tear-jerker. If you know Turing’s story you’ll know why. If you don’t, the movie will grab you by the lapels and make you pay attention.

A side note — Charles Dance plays a key role in the film as the military head of the group trying to break Enigma. He was wonderful here, and he’s utterly fantastic in “Game Of Thrones” as Tywin Lannister. I remember him from “Alien³” (the least of the four “Alien” films – I am extremely fond of the others) as well as “The Last Action Hero” (a secret guilty pleasure film for me) and a couple of other roles listed on his IMDB page.

But I have one question – has the man ever been onscreen while smiling? I’m sure he’s a perfectly chipper and normal person in real life, but every role I have ever seen him in he is the most serious, humorless, staid, dreary, and grim character in the world!

So, to summarize, thumbs up on “Grand Budapest Hotel,” “Interstellar,” and a huge, rousing, go-see-it-immediately-if-not-sooner recommendation for “The Imitation Game.”

I no doubt will spout opinions of other films at you as we see them.

You have been warned.

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On The Other Hand, Forty (And Seventy) Years Ago Today

Yesterday was serious and melancholy which turned to pissed off when I accidentally exposed myself to weapons-grade stupidity – and now for a couple of somethings completely different.

Forty years ago, on December 15, 1974, “Young Frankenstein” opened in theaters.

Sooooo many quotes good for sooooo many occasions.

I’m a huge fan of Mel Brook’s work. “Young Frankenstein” is a cinematic treasure in my book. The cast was perfect, the stupid, double entendre jokes were perfect, the homage to classic B&W horror films was perfect.

If you haven’t seen it, well, what the hell are you waiting for?

Ditto for “Blazing Saddles,” which came out February 7, 1974. How did 1974 get to be so freaking amazing for classic comedy films?! Both films are incredibly funny, rude, stupid in a very intelligent way, and classic.

Seventy years ago, on December 15, 1944, Glenn Miller was killed when his plane was lost over the English Channel. The band leader was a Major in the Army Air Corps at the time, entertaining the troops in England and Europe in person and entertaining the world via radio.

My introduction to swing music came in by sophomore year of high school, when our band leader, Mr. Rowell, experimented with starting a small, after school, extracurricular swing band. I was playing French horn in the regular band, because they needed French horns. I had originally learned to play trumpet, but everyone plays trumpet, so rather than be seventeenth seat (of eighteen or nineteen) in the trumpet section, I was second or third seat (of three or four) in the French horn section.

But I still liked playing trumpet, so I joined the swing band. The first thing we learned was “American Patrol” and it was a whole new musical world opening up for me. Still just love that song! (That YouTube video has a lot of great warbird pictures, including the CAF’s own “Fifi” at about 2:30. She’s the only remaining flight-worthy B-29 in the world.)

The Springfield High School Swing Band never went very far that I remember, but the music remains great. So in memory of Glenn Miller, play a little bit of “In The Mood,” “String Of Pearls,” “Moonlight Serenade,” “Pennsylvania 6-5000,” or even “Little Brown Jug.”

That last song was portrayed as one he hated in the classic movie with Jimmy Stewart, June Allyson, and Harry Morgan. His dislike for the song is a plot device and “literary license,” but I won’t give away the ending for those who haven’t seen the film. Yet another classic film!

(Because you will, of course, go see it immediately, won’t you? Oh, and see it in black & white, the way it was made and meant to be seen, not in the vile and disgusting abomination that is “colorized” black & white, created as a gimmick because Hollywood and Wall Street think we’re too ignorant or unrefined to watch anything that’s not in color. Don’t get me started! Wait, too late…)

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Going Out Tonight…

…to see THIS lady…

theartofasking_imageImage: AmandaPalmer.net

…listen to her talk, listen to her sing, and stand in line for a long time so that I can get my copy of the book personalized and share ten seconds with her.

Because of this TED Talk,

and this song,

and this (very, very NSFW video) song,

and this (very, very NSFW video) song,

and this (very, very NSFW video) song,

and this (mildly NSFW) song (sorry, it’s YouTube, you’ll probably have to watch at least the first part of a stupid commercial before the video),

and this Kickstarter project,

and this commitment to her priorities and ideals,

and the times her and her Twitter followers have made me cry,

and a thousand other things.

 

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Do The US Movie Ratings Mean Anything Any More?

Which of course, begs the question of whether or not they EVER meant anything really, especially when it comes time to figure out where the division is between an “R” rated film and a “PG-13” rated film. Not to mention how a film with a metric ton of violence, blood, and swearing can get a “PG-13”, but show one or two female nipples and it’s an instant “R” rating. But those questions can be tackled another day.

What I was wondering about today is what you have to do to get a “G” rating.

Does anyone remember the last movie they saw an ad for with a “G” rating? Does anyone remember the last movie they actually watched which had a “G” rating? With today’s demographics, is a “G” rating as much of a kiss of death at the box office as an “X” rating?

I went looking at what’s out in the theaters right now. I see six “family” or “kids” films, all which have “PG” ratings. “Earth To Echo.” “How To Train Your Dragon 2.” “When The Game Stands Tall.” Disney’s “Frozen.” Disney’s “Maleficent.” And Disney’s “Planes: Fire & Rescue.” Disney for god’s sake! Disney doesn’t even get a “G” rating on any of the three films it has out right now!

I found films that were so old that they were only rated “Approved”, meaning that they came out before the current G-PG-PG13-R-X system came into place in 1968. For the record, in LA this weekend you can see 1945’s “The Body Snatcher” with Boris Karloff, 1963’s “The Nutty Professor” with Jerry Lewis, and 1963’s “The Haunting” with Julie Harris, if you so choose.

And I found a handful of unrated films playing in the art houses. They’re all unrated because they’re foreign documentaries and didn’t bother to pay to go through the process of getting an MPAA rating, not because they’re particularly bawdy, violent, or vulgar. For example, “Fifi Howls From Happiness” is a 2013 documentary about artist Bahman Mohassess, who was apparently a controversial figure in pre-revolutionary Iran. It’s in Persian, doesn’t even say if it’s got English subtitles. Would it have gotten a “G” rating if it had been rated? Probably not, if Disney films don’t, but we’ll never know now, will we?

What got me going on this train of thought were the ads now running for “Dolphin Tale 2” which is coming out September 12th. I remember seeing the ads for the original film in 2011. It made about $72M gross on an estimated budget of $37M, so that’s apparently good enough for a sequel.

The ads for both films make it quite clear that they are overwhelmingly sweet, saccharine, and mawkish. I try not to be too much of a skeptical and cynical old codger, and if I had a three- or four-year-old kid or grandkid to take to the movies, this might be the one I would have to sit through. Other than that, they’re really not my cup of tea.

Then I noticed that “Dolphin Tale 2” has a “PG” rating. So did “Dolphin Tale,” both for “mild thematic elements.”

I don’t know what that means exactly, there doesn’t seem to be an MPAA cheat sheet out there, but I’m guessing that it means that the poor, orphaned, injured dolphin might be shown to have anything less than a 100% chance of a full recovery and the happiest ending ever filmed. This in turn means that a three-year-old might be concerned or worried. (Trust me, a four-year old knows the score here and isn’t buying it.) Because of this, “Parental Guidance” is required.

You have got to be kidding me!

Can you imagine a movie from our childhood getting this kind of rating for that kind of reason? For example, “Old Yeller” still makes me cry and I’m in my fifties, what about that kind of “mild thematic element?” What about when (spoiler alert! really?) Pollyanna fell out of that tree and got crippled and wasn’t happy and couldn’t play the Glad Game any more? WHAT ABOUT WHEN BAMBI’S MOTHER DIED?!

I’ve got to go with the theory that all of the “family” movies mentioned above are perfectly capable of getting a “G” rating under any conceivable system that’s actually supposed to make any sense, but they’re asking for (and getting) a “PG” rating simply because parents will not bring kids, even pre-school kids, to a “G” rated movie.

Nothing else makes any sense at all. Not that it’s supposed to, given 99% of the other recent news, but still, it would be nice if something made sense every now and then.

Then, just as I was wrapping up this rant, I stumbled on one. An actual movie out in theaters right now with a “G” rating. “Island Of Lemurs: Madagascar” is a documentary about saving the endangered lemurs of Madagascar. It is, of course, narrated by Morgan Freeman. (I think it’s the law that he narrate any and all documentaries. Not that that’s a bad thing, he was a great President in “Deep Impact.”)

So there you have it. Tell the little kids the facts about how humans are morons, screwing up the planet, and exterminating all of the cute little critters with big eyes, and they can handle it. Tell them a story about a dolphin with an ouchie and they need to have a parent to help them through the psychological trauma.

It must be true. The MPAA said so.

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SHAZZBATT!!!

Today turned ugly in a heartbeat with the news of Robin Williams’ death.

My mind keeps spinning through all of the amazing roles. “Mrs. Doubtfire.” “Dead Poet’s Society.” “Good Morning, Vietnam.” “The Fisher King.” “Good Will Hunting.” And on and on.

It wasn’t just the comedic roles either. He scared the hell out of me as the psychotic killer in “One Hour Photo.” He can still reduce me to tears in “What Dreams May Come.”

Then you would see him on some talk show or another, just going off, impromptu, twice as funny off the top of his head as anyone else was after months of polishing their routine.

The “Comic Relief” telethons, where after hours of some of the best and funniest had done their acts, Robin, Billy, and Whoopi would come out as hosts, only to have it devolve into Robin & Billy spinning off into an alternate reality while Whoopi occasionally threw them a straight line, which was like throwing raw meat into a pool of piranha. The rest of us couldn’t catch our breath for laughing.

Who else could have ever, ever been Mork from Ork?

I generally don’t get too upset over celebrity deaths, but some hit me hard. Jim Henson. George Carlin. And now Robin Williams. I guess I’ve got a thing for people who can make me smile and laugh.

We’ll never know what demons he was fighting and the depth of the pain his depression gave him. We can only pray that he’s found a release and can now rest in peace.

For those of us still here, let’s remember Robin Williams by fighting harder against the disease that took his life. Depression isn’t a mood, it isn’t a weakness, and it isn’t something to be ashamed of, any more than you should feel weak or ashamed if you got cancer or appendicitis. Depression is a liar, a stealer of souls, a demonic voice that no one else can hear, constantly telling you that everything is useless, you’re worthless, no one loves you, and no one can help you.

All of those messages that depression bombards you with are lies.

If there’s any good to be found in this, let it be that we spread the word far and wide and loud:

If you are suffering from depression, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. There are people who care, people who will help you.

If you’re in the United States, call any time from anywhere,

1-800-273-8255 (TALK)

or go online at SuicidePreventionHotline.org.

You can also go to Suicide.org for an immediate connection to local hotlines in every US state, international hotlines, as well as immediate help by chat on that site.

If you’re a veteran or on active duty in the military, the Twitter account @realwarriors is staffed 24×7 to help.

If you are anywhere else in the world, check here or here for a list of crisis hotlines in your country.

If you want to read an excellent personal account of the battle against depression, read Wil Wheaton’s story here and here.

The bottom line is simple — talk to someone, get help, you are not alone. It might be terribly hard to do, to accept, to ask for help, to break through the disease. You have to find a way to do it, to ask for help, to talk to someone.

Talk to a friend, a teacher, a doctor, a nurse, a counselor on a hotline, a radio call-in talk show, whatever. Hell, call and talk to me if you need to, 24/7/365. I want us all to be on this fantastic ride for as long as we each possibly can.

Tonight we’re grieving and trying to understand what’s impossible to understand. Over the next few days we’ll see news reports and documentaries and retrospectives and interviews. None of that will help us understand, but with time we’ll laugh again. Probably at some old Robin Williams movie or television show, the laughter now mixed with a dose of melancholy. But as his family has asked, we will remember him for his life, not for his death.

On Facebook I said, “Days like this I almost hope I’m wrong and God exists – there are more than a few choice comments I would like to make about her job performance.”

I don’t know if I’ll ever actually get to have that conversation, but if I do, one of my questions will be, “Why do funny, intelligent, and wonderful people like Robin Williams have to be so tortured? Doesn’t that qualify as a design flaw in the universe?”

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Juicy Chunks O’ Wisdom For Monday, July 14th

‘Cause I’m going to watch the Home Run Derby, that’s why.

  • Say what you want about GoDaddy, but they have the best music when you’re on hold — ragtime! (And I really wasn’t even on hold that long.)
  • The secret to really enjoying your “Saturday Night Safety Dance” experience, contrary to popular belief, is not to turn it all the way up loud and dance all night. No, instead keep your volume at the ready, but keep the sound in the five to six range for all of those “Eh, that song, okay, whatever” songs, then crank it up and really rattle the walls  when you hear something really good coming on. Like Billy Idol’s “White Wedding” or Pet Shop Boys’ magnificent mashup “Where The Streets Have No Names (I Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You).” Then turn it back down, rest, and save your energy for the next set of the good stuff.
  • Cloudy, humid, and something like five drops of rain on the windshield and every driver in LA decides he wants to run me off the road this morning. Oh, wait, they do that every morning, regardless of the weather…
  • Is it just me, or is the senior leadership of the NIH and CDC collectively acting like a gaggle of clueless freakin’ idiots? They’re losing anthrax samples, they’re carrying deadly virus samples around in simple ziplock freezer bags, they’re finding viable samples of smallpox that should have been destroyed thirty years ago, and the management response to all of this looks more like the Three Stooges. I know that I feel better knowing they’re in charge. Them and those Congress-critters running the gummint. We’ll all be fine. Don’t worry. Watch some television. “Honey Boo-Boo” is on next.
  • I had the oddest little encounter today with a jewelry store manager. (I was trying to get the battery replaced in my watch.) I can’t remember the last time anyone blatantly hit on me (trust me, as dense and naive as I am, it has to be blatant before I realize that it’s happening), but I can guarantee that this was the first time I was hit on by a guy. I wasn’t offended or repulsed so much as I was confused.
  • Congratulations are in order to both Orbital Sciences and SpaceX! On back-to-back days they successfully had hardware leaving the planet, Orbital sending a Cygnus cargo ship to ISS and SpaceX launching a Falcon 9 with six communications satellites. I love it when a plan comes together!
  • Along those lines, mark your calendars, one year from today the New Horizons spacecraft makes mankind’s first visit to Pluto before heading off into the Kuiper Belt to look for something else to fly by. The last of the planets to be seen up close, finally. (Don’t you dare even start with me…)
  • 99 Texting Acronyms & Phrases That Every Parent Should Know” popped up as a recommendation in my Twitter feed today, and while I can see where it could be helpful to a (possibly large) number of parents who are really technophobic and naive, I see another issue. If you’re a parent (or the author) and you have to use “f***” instead of “fuck” or “sh**” instead of “shit” or “a**” instead of “ass”, you’re going to have a lot more problems communicating with your children than just not being able to understand their text messages. I understand that there are words one doesn’t say in certain company or at work or around people who might be offended, and I’m not suggesting that everyone should be spewing the Seven Words You Can Never Say On Television in every sentence. But if you’re afraid to either speak or write words that your kids are using (and I pretty much guarantee that they’re using them like sailors when they’re not around you) you’re starting a battle with one arm tied behind your back.

Remember, “I’ve only got two speeds and if you don’t like this one, you’re going to hate the other!”

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Random Blatherationings For July 13th

We haven’t done this in a while, and since the muse-driven spark plugs in my brain seem to be missing on all four cylinders (I only wish that there were eight or sixteen), let’s see if this little exercise can jump-start the neurons. Remember, if you think there should be rules, they’re here, but the first rule of Random Blatherationings is that we’re making this up as we go along. What? You mean it’s not blatantly obvious?

Tonight’s three random seed words are “assentatory”, “maleberry”, and “sourwood.”

ASSENTATORY: The short definition is “flattering or obsequious,” but it’s an obsolete term. Apparently over a hundred years obsolete, since the last reference to the word seems to be the 1913 Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary. Looking for a reference where the term is used, I get nothing except a prompt asking if I’m really asking about “USS Sentry.”

Sure, let’s go with that! The USS Sentry is an Avenger-class mine sweeper (officially a “mine countermeasure ship”, or “MCM”), commissioned in 1989. She’s apparently based out of San Diego at the moment, with a complement of six officers and seventy-five enlisted, although there is a note on Wikipedia that she’s been designated a reserve ship and only at full crew-capacity when the reservists are aboard. Interesting.

I’m sure when people volunteer or enlist they all imagine that they’ll be driving a tank or on a nuclear submarine or aircraft carrier or flying an F-18. But some end up on the smaller ships that are just as important, just as critical with their jobs. It may not be glorious, it may not be flashy or spectacular, but all of the pieces count in the big picture. Plus, these days, it’s a job, and that’s not to be sneezed at.

MALEBERRY: Isn’t that where Opie, Andy, Gomer, and Aunt Bea lived? While the black and white, “aw shucks” attitude, and happy ending with goofy residents every twenty-nine minutes looks a bit dated, the show still holds up pretty well.

Plus, it gave us Ron Howard, who may have only been six years old when the show started in 1960, he must have really been soaking up knowledge about how things worked. As impressive as his acting credits might be (“Andy Griffith Show,” “The Music Man,” “Happy Days,” “American Graffiti”), his directing credits are just amazing. (We’ll just overlook the live-action version of “How The Grinch Stole Christmas.”) “Splash,” “Cocoon,” “Parenthood,” “Apollo 13,” “A Beautiful Mind,” “Rush,” and those are just the ones that pop out of the list as being fantastic instead of merely good. Best of all, he’s in negotiations to do a film version of Neil Gaiman’s “The Graveyard Book”? Please, please, please, please, please make that happen!

Ignoring my blatherationings above, a maleberry is “a deciduous, much branched shrub, Lyonia ligustrina, with dense downy panicles of small, bell-shaped white flowers — also called swamp andromeda.” Oh, yeah, that stuff. (I don’t know that I’ve ever seen it, and if I did, I didn’t know what it was.) Apparently it’s only found in the United States along the Eastern seaboard, inland as far the Ohio River Valley, then in the south along the Gulf Coast as far north as Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Tennessee.

It’s also apparently toxic if your dog eats it. Why your dog might be eating it is beyond me, but dogs do strange things. They’re weird creatures some times.

See, the blatherationings were more interesting! (That’s sort of the point.)

SOURWOOD: This is another word for the sorrel tree, which is great information if you know what a sorrel tree is. For the rest of us… Google it. It’s a big tree with big, long, flat leaves and bunches of little white flowers and pods at the end that look like tiny white bells. It looks like it can grow pretty much anywhere in the US except for the central-northern tier of states, Idaho over to Minnesota. From the pictures I see, it seems that it turns bright, bright colors in the fall, red, yellow, and purple, which I really like, but I can’t say that I remember ever seeing one.

I really enjoy the fall colors when the trees turn, something that I miss here in Southern California. We do have some trees that turn and some of them do so with spectacular color, but it’s a tree here or a couple there, all surrounded by dry brush, palm trees, cactus, and so on. In the midwest, northwest, or up in New England especially, it’s every stinkin’ deciduous tree from horizon to horizon that each turn their own palate of colors, with the pines and evergreens thrown in for contrast.

Of course, that simply a sign that snow is around the corner, and while that’s also something I miss in SoCal, I’m not so sure how well I’ll react to it if and when I end up back in a climate where there are actually four seasons. It should be “interesting” when it happens.

 

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If Not Madness, At Least A Bit Disturbed

Ukraine vs. Crimea vs. Russia. The missing Malaysian Airlines flight 370. Unemployment. That stupid skunk that’s back in the neighborhood. The cat whining at me because she wants to sit on my lap and claw up my legs and I won’t let her.

All sources of stress.

But in the United States (and other places), it’s time to be distracted by something both totally irrelevant in the big picture but tremendously important if your team is involved. If you know anything about sports in the United States, you know that tomorrow kicks off NCAA basketball’s three-week long championship tournament, otherwise known as “March Madness.” (Yes, I know that the “First Four” play-in games were yesterday and today, but they’re just stupid marketing. It’s a 64 team tournament because 64 is a power of two — either expand it to 128 teams or have a “preliminary” round of 96 teams with the top 32 teams getting a bye… But that’s another rant.)

Anyone who loves March Madness also will be filling out a bracket, making their own WAGs (Wild Ass Guesses) about how it’s going to turn out. POTUS even does it, live on ESPN. (He’s picking Michigan State to take it all, playing Louisville in the final game.) This year there’s an additional incentive to spend a few minutes filling out a bracket — a certified perfect bracket is worth one billion dollars. For real. It’s being run by Quicken Loans, Yahoo, and Warren Buffett.

Reality says that it’s not much of a threat to Mr. Buffett’s cash. In describing the odds, I believe the sports and news shows are making up new words to describe what lies beyond “thousand,” “million,” “billion,” “trillion,” “quintillion,” “septillion,” and “octillion.” (I may have made some of those up myself.) Picking randomly give you a one in holycrapillion of getting it right, while even picking all of the favorites only lowers the odds to one in toughshitillion.

But it’s a lark, and you can’t take your one in a youhavegottobekiddingillion chance if you don’t play.

So here is my bracket (click to embiggenate), with my heart ruling my head in that third round where I’ve got UCLA beating Florida and going on to win it all. In my fantasy world (and “fantasy” is truly the key word) UCLA beats Louisville in the final. Holy John Wooden vs Denny Crum, Batman!

NCAA BracketAnyone want to give me odds of staying alive though tomorrow night’s games? 20:00 tomorrow night? 16:00 tomorrow afternoon?

 

 

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Congratulations, “Cosmos”

I just finished watching the first episode of the new “Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey“, and I am thrilled to report that it is spectacular.

Of course I remember the original series by Carl Sagan which aired on PBS in 1980. I loved it then and I’ve seen it several times since. Carl Sagan was a giant in our time not only being on the cutting edge of science and exploration, but also for being able to communicate to others the wonder and beauty of science and exploration. If you haven’t seen it, do so, it’s available through the usual channels.

After a generation, Fox has brought the series back with Seth McFarlane , Ann Druyan, Brannon Braga, and others as Executive Producers. Neil deGrasse Tyson is the host and he is a worthy successor to Carl Sagan’s legacy.

The concepts in the first episode are mind-boggling, from the size of the universe, to the length of time that the universe has existed. We humans and our dust speck of a “pale, blue dot” are shown to be but the tiniest piece of that whole, yet also connected to it with the vast majority of our bodies and our world made of elements created in exploding stars. For me, this was always one of the biggest take-aways to the original show. (I knew it before the original show aired since I had gotten my physics degree in 1980, but few non-scientists really were aware of it.)

The target audience for this show is not people with a degree in physics. This isn’t a graduate program lecture or dissertation. It’s aimed at anyone who is curious about our universe and our existence and who is willing and able to be taken on a journey of exploration and explanation. In our increasingly technological and scientific-based society, it’s critical that the average person have a basic understanding of fundamental concepts that have been known for centuries. When over a quarter of Americans polled believe the Sun orbits the Earth, we’ve got a problem.

This episode also does a great job of tying Tyson’s personal story to Sagan’s. The segment at the end where Tyson talks about the time he, as a teenager, met Sagan, was exceptional.

If you didn’t get to see this premiere episode, it will be on the Discovery Channel Monday night. Internationally it will be on multiple channels all over the globe within the next few weeks. And it looks like you can watch full episodes at the website given above.

I urge you to watch “Cosmos” every Sunday, in part because it’s so well done, and in part because we need to show the networks and media mavens that a well-made, intelligent, science-based show can do well. If we don’t, they’ll just keep putting out more mind-numbing, reality television crap. (I’m looking at you, Kardashians!)

This week, Tyson managed to use Sagan’s catchphrase “star stuff” when talking about what makes all of the elements heavier than hydrogen or helium. Maybe next week he’ll say “billions and billions” for us!

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On The Passing Of Harold Ramis, Genius

I use my iPad a lot, probably almost as much as my desktop systems. One of the things I like about it is the versatility, the ability to be lots of things, depending on my needs. When I’m flying cross country, I need to be entertained, so my iPad is full of books, music, and a select few movies. Movies take up a lot of memory, so I only have eight that I always carry with me. Two of the eight are “Groundhog Day,” directed by Harold Ramis, and “National Lampoon’s Animal House,” written (in part) by Harold Ramis.

It was tough to hear that Harold Ramis died today at age 69.

I have very distinct memories of seeing “Animal House” for the first time in a theater in 1978. You hear the phrase, “laughing so hard you fall out of your seat?” That was me, quite literally. I had been there once earlier in the film, when the horse was put into Dean Wormer’s office. (The chain saw put me over the top.) Then came the cafeteria scene, specifically where John Belushi gets to the jello, gives that glance from side to side, and then slurps it right off the plate. I was laughing pretty hard throughout the movie up to that point, but the jello put me on the floor again. I didn’t even know there was a food fight scene that followed until I saw the film again. I was too busy trying to breathe during that scene in the first showing.

If I got stranded on that mythical desert island and could take just two comedies with me, “Animal House” would be one of them. (“Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” would probably be the second.) Just so many scenes, one after another. Just running through it in my head, I’m starting to chuckle again.

I didn’t know it at the time, but Harold Ramis, Chris Miller, and Douglas Kenney wrote that movie.

In 1981 I first became aware of Ramis, when he starred in (and wrote) “Stripes”. I’m a huge fan of Bill Murray and while I thought that “Stripes” was a little uneven, there were some amazing bits in it. The scenes where Murray trains his loser squad mates all night in close-order drill and then shows up on the parade ground is wonderful. Murray just chewed up the screen in that stretch (“Blowed up, Sir!”) and Ramis, as he so often did in movies that he wrote, was a sidekick, a co-star at best.

I remember seeing the billboards in early 1984 with the teaser ads showing just a ghost in that “circle-with-a-slash” symbol. Later they started adding, “Who you gonna call?” At first I assumed they were making a live-action version of “Casper, The Friendly Ghost.” Of course, what we got was “Ghostbusters,” also a rock solid masterpiece of comedy. The fact that it had Sigourney Weaver wearing something diaphanous and looking demonic was just gravy.

Again, you saw Ramis as one of the “other” guys. Murray and Aykroyd were the stars, Weaver was the beautiful damsel in distress, and, oh yeah, there was Doctor Egon Spengler also.

“Ghostbusters 2” was the rare sequel that was just as good as the original. Ramis wrote and acted in both, along with Aykroyd and others.

The next time you watch one of the “Ghostbusters” movies, pay attention to Ramis. Listen to the little asides that he has, almost hidden away. Murray and Aykroyd and Zool and Vigo are off destroying New York City to our delight, while Egon sidles up behind us and asks, deadpan, “Would you mind if I take a sample of your brain?”

All of those favorite movies would be more than enough to make today’s news a shock.

Then there’s 1993’s “Groundhog Day.”

I know that it’s a comedy. Chris Elliot seeing the truck going off the cliff into the quarry, noting “He could have survived,” then as the truck goes up in a ball of fire, “Well, not now!” The puddle. The groundhog. Bill Murray’s interactions with Andie MacDowell. All of the characters in Punxsatawney.

But this is also a deep and thoughtful film about redemption and growth, hiding in the skin of a screwball comedy. Phil Conners is a self-centered jerk, a really unlikable guy, an asshole. The predicament he’s in is at first confusing and then frustrating. What follows is a methodical progression as he selfishly takes advantage of the situation, with the worst of the hedonism and self-indulgence hinted at but done off screen. When he finally realizes even that gets boring and he’s truly trapped, that the miraculous fantasy is actually a nightmare, he tries to escape by any possible means (again with the worst of it off screen) only to fail again and again. When he passes beyond that phase, he hits an absolute low, a miserable existence, but even that doesn’t save him. When he finally decides to better himself, to learn, to grow, to become a decent human being, not because of what it will get for him from others, but because of what it means that he can give to others, then he finds his release.

This is a movie about important lessons in life, lessons that all of us forget too often. Watching this film is a great way to be entertained while we’re being reminded  of some fundamental wisdom. There’s a reason that in 2006 “Groundhog Day” was added to the US National Film Registry.

If I was on that island and could only take one film, period, it would probably be this one.

Ramis’ portfolio also included “Caddyshack” which starred Bill Murray and Chevy Chase, but for some reason that never quite tickled my funny bone as much. Go figure. Also, Ramis made “Analyze This” with Billy Crystal and Robert Di Nero which I liked but didn’t love.

When we hear about celebrity deaths, our personal experiences and tastes make a huge difference in how we each respond. There have been actors and musicians who have died in the last couple of years whose work I enjoyed, but it didn’t mean a lot to me personally. On the other hand, when Jim Henson died, when Stan Rogers died, when George Carlin died… Those were dark, dark days for me.

Today, the day Harold Ramis died, will be another. Rest in peace.

 

 

I think the first time I became aware of Ramis’ work was

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