Thursday, June 06, 2019

MAIN STREET

"Main Street is the climax of civilization. That this Ford car might stand in front of the Bon Ton Store, Hannibal invaded Rome and Erasmus wrote in Oxford cloisters"--Main Street

I've finished that book of Australian history and started Sinclair Lewis' 1920 novel Main Street, for the Classic Book Club.  It's a sardonic satire about a librarian who marries a doctor, moves to a Minnesota small town and tries to improve the place. (Someone who'd rather not be named lent me a copy of the book, but I misplaced it and borrowed one from the library, so of course afterward the first book showed up after all!) Very sharp writing, right from the start.

I didn't have time to finish translating that Korean book about engineer Jang Yongshil before returning it to the library, but I managed the first half or so, getting to the point where he's about to spend a decade building a water clock system that'll ring the time automatically.  Maybe I'll finish it someday.

I've started a new document going into detail on Korean verbs, with the help of that new book.  I've also started reviewing what I learned on Duolingo.

Last night was the History Discussion Group, where we discussed the Turkish Empire.  There were 15 people, as many as January!  I left behind the porch light bulb I've been using as a talking stone, but one of the members is holding on to it until our next event.

The other day I finally went to the Bay and bought a new set of pajamas.  They're very comfortable, and the only drawback is that the words Tommy Hilfiger glow in the dark!

Monday, June 03, 2019

INDIANA JONES AND THE LAST CRUSADE

"That should be in a museum!" "So should you!"--Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

Wednesday I saw Steven Spielberg's Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade at the Yonge & Dundas, for the first time!  I saw it mainly for Sean Connery as McGuffin-hunter Indy's father. The plot didn't really make sense to me. (Spoilers!) This rich industrialist working with the Nazis hires Indy's father Henry to go to Venice in search of the Holy Grail, then they decide that Henry's getting too close to it, so they spirit Henry away to this German castle and hope to grab his diary with all his search notes and continue the search without him, except that Henry has already mailed the diary to his son, bringing Indy into the race... Frankly, Nazis are easy villains!

Movie plots aren't as comprehensible as they used to be.  I recall that Executive Decision in the '90s had a plot where some terrorists have an A-bomb or anthrax or something aboard an airliner heading toward (endless foreshadowing) Washington, D.C.!  Then the terrorists take over the plane just to make sure that it arrives...

Thursday Moira and I finally went out and bought seeds for the garden.  I've planted the head crops, and only the carrots and beans and such are left.

I just bought a book showing all the different forms of Korean verbs.  That's something I could use just now, since Duolingo and Google Translate aren't so useful for learning that stuff.

I've switched browsers, from Chrome to Brave.  I can no longer get into the games Forge of Empires (and I was getting close to the Industrial Age!) and Candy Crush Saga, but that's just as well.

Wednesday, May 29, 2019

PETERLOO

"It is our Christian duty to bring the axe down on this riotous mob!"--Peterloo

Yesterday I finished the Istanbul book.  Now I've started reading Kenneth Morgan's Australia:  A Very Short Introduction for my History Meetup in July.  I also finished the graphic biography of Rose Wilder Lane and I'm ready to start the one about Margaret Sanger.

Tonight I saw Mike Leigh's historical drama Peterloo with Debi and Malcolm from the History Meetup.  It was remarkably good, with believable detail.  Its running time is two and a half hours, but it didn't feel long.

I've been reading through my Classics Illustrated comics collection slowly but steadily.  Stuff like The Covered Wagon and Davey Crockett and Rob Roy and the pirate novel The Dark Frigate.  Now I've started reading my Classics Illustrated Junior fairy tale comics, starting with their last publication, "The Princess who Saw Everything." (How Orwellian...) I wish I had "How Fire Came to the Indians"!

I'm now past Level 2000 in Candy Crush Saga!  And I'm over the hump in the city-planning game Elvenar.

Monday, May 20, 2019

NAUSICAA the anime

"Life is shortbreak the rulesforgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything that made you smile. Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines"--Mark Twain

Lately the weather has been warm enough for me to open my windows! (The cherry tree in our front yard is in bloom.) And I wore my spring jacket yesterday.

Friday was so nice that Father went to the pharmacy by himself.  But on the way back he fell and bumped his head and had to get stitches in the hospital.  It was hours before we found out what had happened to him, which was scary. (He could only remember our old phone number--next time he'll have the new number on paper!) But he was home that evening.

At Saturday's Crowdreads Meetup I read my translation of the Korean fairy tale "O^nuli," and they liked it.  John had Mark Twain quotes.

I'm still translating the book about Korean engineer Jang Yongshil.  He visited China to learn their astronomical methods and became obsessed with Chinese water clocks, whose accuracy made sophisticated astronomical calculation possible.

Tonight I went to the Yonge & Dundas and saw Hayao Miyazaki's
anime feature of Nausicaa of Wind Valley again.  Of course it's a simpler version of the very complex manga, which I still haven't finished reading.

I was a few days late renewing my Cipralex prescription, and my dreams got vivid again.  One of them was my old repeating dream of being back in high school! (urrgh...)

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

New comics

"I'm interested in truth, I like science.  But truth's a menace, science is a public danger.  As dangerous as it's been benificent.  It has given us the stablest equilibrium in history.  China's was hopelessly insecure by comparison;  even the primitive matriarchies weren't steadier than we are.  Thanks, I repeat, to science.  But we can't allow science to undo its own good work.  That's why we so carefully limit the scope of its researches..."--Brave New World

Saturday afternoon I went to the Crowdreads Meetup at the Reference Library, except it turned out they didn't have it that week.  Just as well since the place was crammed for a comics festival.

That reminded me to visit the comics store The Beguiling. My father wrote me a $100 cheque for my birthday three months ago, I got around to depositing it last month, and I got around to spending it that day.

I bought four books.  One was a reprint of the excellent Frank Godwin's Connie, a rare 1930s adventure strip whose central protagonist was a woman! (This reprint has the story of her spy adventure in China.) I also got Shigeru Mizuki's Onward Toward Our Noble Deaths, a manga about his experiences fighting in World War II.  His four-part manga about Japan during Hirohito's reign is superb!

And I got two graphic novels by the unique Peter Bagge. One, which I've started reading, is Credo, about the life of Rose Wilder Lane, who helped her mother Laura Ingalls Wilder write the first two of her Little House books, then became a libertarian kook.  The other is Woman Rebel, about the life of Margaret Sanger, the birth control pioneer who founded Planned Parenthood and ultimately changed the world.

Today I finished breaking the sod to extend the garden, sooner than I feared.  The next challenge is to put as much of the topsoil as possible within the frames of the two beds and level it out.  We may be late with the planting, but this will help us be early next year.

Tonight I watched the DVD of Alfred the Great with the History Meetup. (Like Juarez, I bought it online.) Rather heavy-handed in a '60s way, best for the battle scenes at the beginning and end.

That Istanbul book is excellent!  Thomas F. Madden knows how to write history.

Saturday, May 11, 2019

Gardening

"It was a masterly piece of work.  But once you began admitting explanations in terms of purpose--well, you didn't know what the result might be.  It was the sort of idea that might easily decondition the more unsettled minds among the higher castes--make them lose their faith in happiness as the Sovereign Good and take to believing, instead, that the goal was somewhere beyond, somewhere outside the present human sphere; that the purpose of life was not the maintenance of well-being, but some intensification and refining of consciousness, some enlargement of knowledge.  Which was, the Controller reflected, quite possibly true.  But not, in the present circumstance, admissible"--Brave New World

My memoir group had to move to Palmerston library because Lilian Smith is undergoing renovation.  The only disadvantage of the new place is that we can sometimes hear the rumble of subway trains below!

I finally got started digging our garden.  John wants to expand it considerably.  I've made a start on digging up the sod for the expansion and he's willing to finish it, but he's already so busy renovating our house that I don't want to add to his workload!  Unfortunately, it's the sort of thing I do slowly.

The group reading Dracula just went through the part set in Yorkshire, with one character being an old salt speaking in a North British dialect.  At the end of last week I was reading some of that character's lines, and the others thought I did it so well that this week they had me start so I could do more of him!

Just finished Brave New World. (Bernard Marx reminded me of Peewee Herman!) Now I can focus on the Istanbul book.

I finished translating that Korean folktale "O^nuli." It's based on the folklore of Jeju island off the Korean mainland.  Here's the whole story! (Too bad I can't figure out how to attach my scan of the beautiful book cover!)

Once upon a time, somewhere far away, there was a tiny girl who lived in the magical forest of Ganglimdul.  This child lived alone, with no parents or brothers or sisters.  She didn’t have a first name or a last name, and she didn’t even know how old she was!

When she was hungry  the birds would share their food, and when the day was cold the beasts would cover her with their warm breaths.  Those who passed by the girl called her “O^nuli” because they’d met her “today” (o^nul).  Every day O^nuli would play with the birds and the beasts.  She’d dance with the cranes, sing with the hornbills, and run with the roe deer.

One day Grandmother Ba^kju^ was passing east of Ganglimdul. “Hello, O^nuli.  Your mother and father are living in Bu^mo^gu^ng (Parental Palace) at the town of Wonchon’gang (Wellspring River).  If you seek out the Pavilion of Virtue on Pine Tree Hill, in the White Sands north of Ganglimdul, there will be someone who can show you the way there.”

When O^nuli heard this, she decided to go find her mother and father.  So right away she said goodbye to the birds and beasts and departed from Ganglimdul.

After leaving Ganglimdul, O^nuli walked further and further northward.  She passed through the wide, wide Plain of the White Sands, and after walking days and days, she saw the Pavilion of Virtue on Pine Tree Hill.  She called out to a solitary young man reading scrolls in the Pavilion.

“Master, Master reading scrolls!  How can I get to Bu^mo^gu^ng at Wonchon’gang?”

“If you go east through the Packed Sands to a pond as clear as a mirror, there will be a lotus flower to show you the way there.”

“Thank you very much!”

“You know, there’s a favour you can do for me in return.  I’m Jangsang (priest), and when you get to Wonchon’gang you can ask how long I must stay here reading these.”

“I’ll do that for you!”

O^nuli left Jangsang’s hill and went further and further east.  After days and days, she found herself in another wide, wide stretch of sands.  Just as she’d expected, she found a pond as clear as a mirror.  She addressed the lotus blooming on the pond’s surface. 


“Mr. Lotus, great Mr. Lotus!  How can I get to the Bu^mo^gu^ng at Wonchon’gang?”

“You can go north from here through the Black Sands to the Bottomless Blue Sea, where a sea serpent will tell you the way.”

“Thank you very much!”

“And there’s one favour you can do for me.  When you reach Wonchon’gang, you can ask why flowers only bloom on my middle stem and not elsewhere.”

“That I will do.

O^nuli left the Lotus and continued northward.  After days and days in the broad Black Sands, she reached the Bottomless Blue Sea.  She walked about the shore, and spoke to the Sea Serpent.

“Mr. Serpent, long Mr.  Serpent, how can I get to Bu^mo^gu^ng at Wonchon’gang?”


“If you take the boat moored over there across this sea and seek out the Pavilion on Peach Tree Hill, you’ll find someone who’ll tell you the way.”

“Thank you very much!”

“And there’s one more thing you can do for me.  When you get to Wonchon’gang, you can ask why I’ve been unable to become a dragon for  the last three thousand years, I who have three precious beads!”

“Will do!”

O^nuli left the Serpent, unmoored the boat and rowed it across the waters.  

After rowing for days and days through the wide, wide sea, she reached the opposite shore.  Just as she expected, there was a  pavilion on a hill of peach trees.

She spoke to a young woman reading scrolls in the Pavilion.

“Miss, Miss reading scrolls!  How can I get to Bu^mo^gu^ng at Wonchongang?”

“See the Rocky Mountain over there in the clouds?  Cross over it to the Lofty Spring and you will find a magical fairy who will tell you the way.”

“Thank you very much!”

“And there’s something you can do for me in return.  I’m Miss Na^il (tomorrow), and when you reach Wonchon’gang, please ask how much longer I must keep reading these scrolls!”

“Will do!”

O^nuli left Miss Na^il and climbed toward the Rocky Mountain in the clouds.  After days and days crossing the high, high hill, just as she expected, she found the Lofty Spring.  She spoke to a fairy who had come to the spring to gather water.

“Madame, Madame gathering water!  How can I get to Bu^mo^gu^ng at Wonchon’gang?”

“Wonchon’gang is on the way to my home at O^khwanggu^ng (the Jade  Palace).”

“Thank you very much!”

“There’s something you can do for me.  I want to return to the Jade Palace to fill the basin there, but my ewer keeps leaking out.  Please fix its hole!”

“Will do!”

O^nuli covered the hole with grass, added sticky resin and dried the patch in the sun.  Now the basin would fill up quickly because the ewer stopped leaking.  The Fairy was pleased, and went back to fill the basin.  O^nuli followed her.

They walked for days and days, over mountains and across rivers, until a big town appeared, with houses and temples covering the hills and a castle piercing the sky.

“This is Wonchon’gang.  Bu^mo^gu^ng is here.”

“Thanks for your help, Madame.  Goodbye.”

O^nuli left the Fairy and went to speak to the sentry guarding the Castle gate.

“Sir Sentry, Sir Sentry guarding the gate!  Please tell my honoured mother and father that Onuli is here.”
The man went in and soon after came back out and escorted O^nuli into Bu^mo^gu^ng to see the King and Queen.

“Are you the real O^nuli who comes from Ganglimdul?”

“Yes.  That’s right.”

“How did you live in Ganglimdul?”

“When I was hungry the birds shared their food, and when it was cold the beasts snuggled with me.
“If that’s true, you must be our daughter!”

O^nuli spent twenty days with her mother and father.  Wonchon’gang had spring, summer, fall and winter together.  Straight ahead there were lush summer trees, on the left were spring flowers, on the right were fallen leaves, and behind there was snow everywhere.  

The twenty days passed like a dream, but now it was time for O^nuli to leave again.

“Mother and Father, I wish I could stay with you for a hundred years or a thousand years, but I must ask your consent to leave again.”

“Very well, go ahead.  Master Jangsang and Miss Na^il will stop reading soon, and enjoy blessings for a long time.  The Lotus  now produces blossoms on its main stem, and it will blossom on its other branches too after it provides someone with a fresh blossom from its center.  

The Sea Serpent has been unable to become a dragon, because of his greed for the three precious beads.  Now if he gets rid of two of them and keeps only one, it will be easy to make the change then.  And whoever collects the beads and the blossom will become a fairy at the Jade Palace.”

O^nuli said goodbye to her mother and father and left Wanchon’gang.  On the way back she saw Miss Na^il reading scrolls on Peach Tree Hill.

“Miss Na^il, I was told that if you stop reading the scrolls and come and marry Master Jangsang, you will be blessed for a long, long time!”

“Really?  But I don’t know who Master Jangsang is, or where he lives.”

“I know it, so you can follow me.”

O^nuli continued onward with Miss Na^il.

And soon she saw the Sea Serpent again.

“Mr. Serpent, I was told that if you get rid of two of your three precious beads, it will become easy to transform into a dragon!”

The Serpent gave O^nuli two beads, then changed into a dragon and soared into the heavens.


O^nuli picked up the beads and continued on her way.

And soon she saw the Lotus Flower again.
“Mr. Lotus, I was told that if you provide someone with a fresh flower from your main stem, your other stems will also produce flowers!”

“Then I will give you this flower.”

The Lotus produced a flower on its middle stem for O^nuli, and soon fine flowers came out on all its stems.

O^nuli picked up the flower and continued on her way.

And soon she saw Master Jangshang again.

“Master Jangsang, I was told that if you stop reading your scrolls and marry Miss Na^il, you will be blessed for a long, long time!”

“Really?  But I don’t know who Miss Na^il is, or where she lives.”

“Don’t worry.  Because she’s right here!”

Master Jangsang and Miss Na^il soon married and the two of them became one.

O^nuli returned to Ganglimdul and rejoined the cranes and hornbills and roe deer.

Singing and dancing and running with her friends, she had a long, happy life.

Then later, she was raised to the Jade Palace in the heavens and became a fairy.

Monday, May 06, 2019

Concert

"All alone, outside the pueblo, on the bare prism of the mesa.  The rock was like bleached bones in the moonlight. Down in the valley, the coyotes were howling at the moon.  The bruises hrt him, the cuts were still bleeding; but it was not for pain that he sobbed; it was because he was all alone, because he had been driven out, alone, into this skeleton world of rocks and moonlight.  At the edge of the precipice he sat down.  The moon was behind him; he looked down into the black shadow of the mesa, into the black shadow of death.  He had only to take one step, one little jump....  He held out his right hand in the moonlight.  From the cut on his wrist the blood was still oozing.  Every few seconds a drop fell, dark, almost colourless in the dead light.  Drop, drop, drop.  Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow....  He had discovered Time and Death and God"--Brave New World

On Wednesday night the History Meetup met to discuss the Vikings.  Unfortunately we didn't have our usual room and had to go to a less sound-proof one, and that night they were having a book release at Dora Keough and the noise from that made it hard for us to talk. (They had the nerve to shush us!)

A few days ago I went to  bought a copy of Thomas F. Madden's Istanbul:  City of Majesty at the Crossroads of the World.  I'm reading it for next month's History Meetup on the Turkish Empire, but the library didn't have any copies at nearby branches.  The preface was so vivid that I read it out loud at Saturday's Crowdreads Meetup! (John read some Coco Chanel quotes.)

This afternoon my singing group had a concert for the old folk at Havcare Residential! (There was one resident there who reminded me of Burl Ives.) It's our last singing before the summer break, unless we perform at that street festival in June...

I wore my black suit with the bowtie, while everyone else was casual. (Oh well, I don't get many opportunities to dress up...) I had to remove some makeup that got on the bowtie, then figure out how to put it on, so I was afraid that I'd be late, but I was on time.

One of the songs we sang was "Dream a Little Dream." I remember when I was taking the ballroom dancing lessons at the Arthur Murray studio years ago, and that was one of the songs they'd play with foxtrot.  As a result, when I sing that song I'm always reminded of the foxtrot steps! We also sang a Beatles medley that included "Follow the Sun," which I'd never heard.

Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Korean books

"They were still trying to find the ideal compromise between adults of twenty and adults of six.  So far without success.  Mr. Foster sighed and shook his head"--Brave New World

Sunday my Classic Book Club discussed Uncle Tom's Cabin.  I finished the Viking book and started Brave New World for the group's next event.

Saturday afternoon at the Crowdreads Meetup I read aloud the first few pages of Brave New World. (I wish I could have read a foreword Huxley wrote that concluded "You pays your money and you takes your chances," but this edition didn't have it.)

I filled up the notebook in which I've been writing memoir pieces for the Monday afternoon group.  A few days ago I went to Indigo Books and bought a new green notebook with a tree etched on the front!

Saturday I picked up several Korean folkore picture books at the Palmerston library. (They have quite a few Korean books there since it's just east of Koreatown.) I've started reading a story about a child who appeared in a magic place or somewhere and didn't have any family or anything...

I also got a children's biography of a famous Korean technological genius called Jang Yongshil.  He lived about 600 years ago and had a hard time getting ahead because he wasn't born into a scholar-elite family.  But he ended up designing precision astronomical instruments and automatic rain gauges and such.  Translating it into English is slow work, even with the considerable help of Google Translate, but I think I'm learning more. (There are a couple of details I've had to ask Hongmin about.)

Thursday, April 25, 2019

Chocolate time

On Tuesday I bought a lot of post-Easter chocolate.  One item was a big chocolate egg that contained a miniature Stanley Cup with a Chicago Black Hawks banner (some assembly required).  Another egg contained a mini-yoyo and jigsaw puzzle of the kiddie show Paw Patrol, except that the jigsaw puzzle pieces were so thin they wouldn't stay together!

I'm in the last part of the Viking book.  But I haven't even started Hillbilly Elegy!  I guess I'll have to return it and try it another time.

I've finished doing the first round of all the Korean quizzes on Duolingo! (The last two were about last year's Pyeongchang Winter Olympics and K-pop music.) Now I'm going to Palmerston library to borrow some Korean children's books...

Comics Kingdom, the website where I read King Features comic strips, has gone through a big redesign, which has been a bit of a headache.  While the day's new strips have traditionally come at midnight, I sometimes have to wait till the morning to read the latest classic strips.

Quora has some odd questions.  Someone asked, "How should I explain to someone that they can't lie to me?" and someone else asked, "What don't most liberals realize?" And under language, people want to know the reason for irregularities like the British ending words with -our and the Americans ending them with -or.  Honestly, I have no idea!

Hongmin says that my first Korean letter had just a few "tiny-winy" mistakes!  She was late getting back to me because she had a big exam and ended up sleeping all day afterward. (She got a high grade.)

Sunday, April 21, 2019

JUAREZ

"Virtue is a formidable weapon in the hands of an enemy"--Juarez

Wednesday night I saw William Dieterle's Juarez, for the second time, with the History Meetup.  It was one of three prestigious Warner Brothers biopics where Dieterle directed Paul Muni, the others being The Story of Louis Pasteur and The Life of Emile Zola. (I first saw it back in the '80s on the CBC late show that broadcast a lot of old Warner Brothers movies, hosted by Ben Gordon.)

The movie got better as it got along, but Muni's hagiographic Juarez wasn't so interesting; it was really about Brian Ahearne as the misguided, doomed Emperor Maximilian. (Of course there's a subtext about resisting the Nazis...)

A couple of people from my Crowdreads Meetup turned up at the screening, which was nice.  This afternoon I went to their group, and we were still talking about the movie.  I was also talking about the Viking history I'm reading.  Someone else had some quotes from Einstein. (I like his quote, "Don't feel bad if you have problems with mathematics.  Mine are bigger.")

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

An elegy for THE NATION

Katrina Van den Heuvel recently commemorated the 25th anniversary of becoming editor of the leftist magazine The Nation.  I'm sorry to say that she's ruined it. (At least she took longer than Tina Brown, who reduced The New Yorker to trendy, weaselly mediocrity well before the end of her six-year tenure.)

Back in the 1990s The Nation was required reading for people like me, in contrast to the wonkish Beltway neoliberalism of The New Republic, which Martin Peretz ruined in his own time.  For me, that magazine's defining moment came in 1986 when they came out in favor of Congress funding Reagan's contra campaign against Nicaragua--for them, anticommunism ultimately trumped their much-vaunted disapproval of terrorism!

But I digress, of course.  Back in the '90s The Nation had two great columnists in Christopher Hitchens (before he became the Pentagon's useful idiot after 9/11--sigh) and Alexander Cockburn.  And Katha Pollitt was also very readable, at least in her early years.  True, there were bores like Jonathan Schell, Daniel Singer and William S. Greider, but better too wide a range of views than too narrow. (I'm looking at you, The Daily Beast!)

What happened next?  Around 2001, The Nation came to represent the "play it safe" left. It goes back to the 2000 election, when Ralph Nader became the scapegoat for Bill Clinton and Al Gore's ineptness, with The Nation's press columnist Eric Alterman leading the charge. 

And I definitely do consider Nader a scapegoat:  Gore might well have lost without Nader on the ballot, and he might well have succeeded with him.  As far as I'm concerned, the real story about the 2000 election is that the left overwhelmingly stayed loyal to the Democrats, even in non-swing states where their support clearly wasn't needed, and realized the worst of both worlds.  If they weren't quite as unanimous as the Democratic Party needed them to be, the latter have themselves to blame.  Wishing, "If only we'd been a bit more unanimous!" is very, very lame.  And more importantly, such scapegoating has made it easier for the Democrats to continue to make the same mistakes and fail again and again.

But The Nation was now in the "play it safe" business.  In 2004 they published an article by an African-American minister appealing to Nader not to run again, urging him to "take back the party" instead. (The power of wishful thinking...) Then the editors  themselves called on Nader not to run again.  But Nader did run again, voters on the left voted Democrat again, and George W. Bush succeeded again.

Pragmatism is a slippery slope.  Consider the 2016 election.  Right after the final California primary (the one where they didn't dare run an exit poll), there was a report in The Nation insisting that the primary hadn't been "rigged" against Bernie Sanders.  And in October they ran a whole slew of articles clearly intended to get out the vote for Hillary.  I actually felt sorry for them!

And now the Clintonites are blaming Sanders for their heroine's embarrassing failure. "If only Bernie hadn't said so many Mean Things about Hillary, everyone would have been happy with her!" (A truly "pragmatic" view would suggest that a candidate who couldn't quite survive being the subject of Mean Things in the primary was a poor choice for the nomination.) The "pragmatists" have gone from scapegoating to killing the messenger.

Which brings us to the 2020 campaign.  Alterman recently wrote an article in The Nation insisting that Sanders represented "too big a risk" for the party! (If Alterman were any more unreadable, he'd be illegible.) Back in 2016, some Democrats convinced themselves that Hillary was a "safer" choice than Bernie, and I suppose they'll back affectionate Joe Biden now...

There's a new leftist magazine with the title Jacobin, which represents what The Nation used to be before drinking the prudence koolaid. They recently published an amusing putdown of Alterman's article by Luke Savage, and a Liza Featherstone article putting down Pete Buttigieg.  And now the latest issue of The Nation has an article disapproving of the "takedown" tone in both articles.  Progressives mustn't say Mean Things, you see.

This article, by one Jeffrey Isaacs, has the ineffable title "For Agonistic Respect on the Left." (I had to look up "agonistic," of course.) Isaacs' admirers call him "thoughtful," but I'd have to say that Savage and Featherstone have more thoughtfulness in their little fingers than in all of Isaacs' semi-educated head!  It ends with the line, "And too much is at stake to risk failure." So don't you dare attack the Democratic Party strategy that's largely produced one defeat after another for the last generation or two...

Here we see The Nation adhering to the "play it safe" mentality that blames the 2016 loss on leftists who didn't know their place saying Mean Things.  And they have some nerve putting down Jacobin for exhibiting the qualities that used to distinguish their own magazine.  The Nation has crossed the line from tragedy into farce.

Sunday, April 14, 2019

Writing in Korean

“'Take care,' he said, 'take care how you cut yourself. It is more dangerous than you think in this country.' Then seizing the shaving glass, he went on: 'And this is the wretched thing that has done the mischief. It is a foul bauble of man’s vanity. Away with it!' and opening the heavy window with one wrench of his terrible hand, he flung out the glass, which was shattered into a thousand pieces on the stones of the courtyard far below"--Dracula

I'm now going to a new reading group at St. Lawrence Market library.  We're reading Bram Stoker's Dracula, a chapter or two at a time.  We take turns reading it aloud. (The others like my Dracula voice.) It should take about five months to finish.

I've finished Uncle Tom's Cabin and started Neil Oliver's Vikings for the History Meetup. (It was published to accompany his BBC documentary series, which I think I saw some of when I was in London seven years ago.)

I also borrowed J.D. Vance's Hillbilly Elegy from the library.  It's a memoir about growing up in the Appalachians and a discussion of the region's continuing problems.  Some people say it's unfair, but I want to decide for myself.

Today I wrote Hongmin an email in Korean!  Writing in a new language is a humbling experience--you may not feel sure you're doing it right, even when you are!  It was slow work, because I had to keep switching between English and Korean keyboard inputs. (English for looking up words, Korean for writing.) I've been correcting all her little mistakes in English--with her encouragement!--and now she'll be doing the same for me.

Tuesday, April 09, 2019

Will wonders never cease?

"From this time, an inviolable sphere of peace encompassed the lowly heart of the oppressed one--an ever-present Saviour hallowed it as a temple.  Past now the bleeding of earthly regrets; past its fluctuations of hope, and fear, and desire; the human will, bent, and bleeding, and struggling long, was now entirely merged in the Divine.  So short now seemed the remaining voyage of life--so near, so vivid, seemed eternal blessedness--that life's uttermost woes fell from him unharming"--Uncle Tom's Cabin

One comic strip I usually hate is The Family Circus, but the other day Jeffy Keane did an episode I actually liked! (Actually, there was one I liked from decades ago when one of the kids sees an obese guy and asks, "Is that man going to have a baby?")
These days we don't usually see this level of realism in any comic strip, let alone that one! (I especially like the boy imagining his girl in a nun's veil, with his dog commiserating as best he can.)

I've been learning some interesting Korean words on Duolingo.  Their word for a briefcase literally means "007 pack"! (I guess they've shown James Bond movies in Korea.) The other day I was learning words related to the human body, and their word for palm means "hand-floor"! (Sounds a bit like German words...) I've been putting colours in their own category in my word list, but when I learned the words for the senses I gave them their own category and added visual stuff like those colours.

At Sunday's singing group, we were doing "Love Potion Number Nine" and the round "Rose, rose, will I never see thee red?"

I've almost finished Uncle Tom's Cabin.  In the last part, with Simon Legree, it turns into a passion play.  (When Uncle Tom refused to murder Legree, I wanted to say, "Don't be a pussy!  It's Nat Turner time!")

The other night I had a nightmare where I was back in school, and I was way behind because I'd been absent quite a while, and I was afraid to go back because catching up would be such a huge task!

Friday, April 05, 2019

History Meetup

On his daughter's last days: "St. Clare found a strange calm coming over him.  It was not hope--that was impossible; it was not resignation; it was only a calm resting in the present, which seemed so beautiful that he wished to think of no future.  It was like that hush of spirit which we feel amid the bright, mild woods of autumn, when the bright hectic flush is on the trees, and the last lingering flowers by the brook; and we joy in it all the more, because we know that soon it will all pass away"--Uncle Tom's Cabin

Yesterday I had lunch with Pam at the Schnitzel Hub.

Last night I went to the History Meetup.  The subject was Mexico.

Something I ate at the Schnitzel Hub disagreed with me. (The goulash soup?) I got through the Meetup, but after I got home I was sick.  That's why I'm writing this post now instead of a day ago.

My Korean is progressing on Duolingo.  The other day I was learning colours in Korean!

I haven't been following this business of Trudeau Jr. vs. the First Nations woman he kicked out of the cabinet at all.  I guess I'm growing older.

Friday, March 29, 2019

Sha Na Na

"His talents were of the very first order, although his mind showed a preference always for the ideal and the aesthetic, and there was about him that repugnance to the actual business of life which is the common result of this balance of the faculties"--Uncle Tom's Cabin

Funny how one piece of music can remind me of another.  At my Sunday afternoon singing group we've been singing "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square." (Did you know that Vera Lynn is still with us? She's now a centenarian!) In our version there's a coda that starts with some low notes that remind me of...

...of the outro to the TV show Sha Na Na, where Bowzer would say "Grease for peace!" and sing some low notes to start them into "Good Night, Sweetheart." (And a cop would come onstage and run them all in!) I think my favorite Sha Na Na member was Santini.

Sha Na Na did the hand jive school dance number in Grease, the best number in a largely second-rate musical. (Can you really change partners in the middle of a dance contest?) The movie was so lamely directed by Randall Kleiser that the band barely got shown!  And of course, the cast was clearly too old for high school--it makes you appreciate those John Hughes movies where actors like Molly Ringwald and Anthony Michael Hall seemed really adolescent.

Some people from the singing group showed up at our first La Traviata performance tonight. (I met them afterward.) I got the inspiration to improve on my royal blue shirt with a black bowtie of mine and the same white wig I wore in last fall's Marriage of Figaro  production!

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

UNCLE TOM'S CABIN

"It's a free country, sir; the man's mine, and I do what I please with him--that's it!"--Uncle Tom's Cabin

I finished the history of Mexico, borrowed Harriet Beecher Stowe's Uncle Tom's Cabin from Spadina Rd. library Saturday and started reading it for the second time. The Dickensian influence is pretty clear.

The singing group yesterday was doing "By the Light of the Silvery Moon," "Don't Let the Music Stop" (they changed "I hear America singing" to I hear Canada singing"), and a piece that combined "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot," "O When the Saints Come Marching in," and "I Wanna Sing, Sing, Sing."

We're putting on La Traviata, and the rehearsals are getting hectic! (I missed last Wednesday's rehearsal because I couldn't find the place--I knew it was on Geary St. but not the number.)

We're now rehearsing at the Al Green Theatre, where we now put on performances.  Tonight we wore our costumes for the first time. (I think I'll bring my bow tie to go with the royal blue shirt!)

I've finally given up on the Reading Out Loud Meetup. (Too many months with hardly anyone turning up!) But I hope someone else is brave enough to replace me as organizer...

I've returned to the Elvenar computer game, and I'm now building cities in two worlds--one human and one elvin.

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Busy weekend

Saturday afternoon was another opera rehearsal.  First we had a makeup tutorial:  we're going to have our faces coloured below a diagonal line--sort of a Phantom of the Opera mask in reverse.  And I also had a costume fitting, and will be wearing a royal blue shirt with my black pants.

Yesterday afternoon the singing group did some Irish songs for St. Patrick's day, including "Cockles and Mussels" and "Black Velvet Band." We also sang "The Ash Grove," which I'd suggested.

The Reading Out Loud event was complicated by Dora Keogh having a big music day.  What with the noise and a $10 cover charge, I had to move the location to Timothy's World Coffee again.  Anyway, there was only one other person who had the quietest voice you ever heard, not so suitable for reading aloud.  A couple of other people would have shown up, but there was another schedule irregularity so they came an hour too early--I can't help wondering if there's something wrong with the meetup.com software!

I think I may have to quit the Reading Out Loud Meetup--for month after month there's been almost nobody showing up! (Maybe someone else will dare to take on its organization...)

Tonight was the Classic Book Club Meetup, jointly with the Celtic Culture Meetup, discussing A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.  A couple of people found the book too difficult for them.

That book of Mexican history is fascinating!  Several times on the subway I've missed my stop because of reading it.

On Duolingo I was recently learning Korean words for animals.  I've been making a glossary of all the Korean words I come across, with a lot of different categories for them:  just now I have Numbers, Courtesy, Relations, House, Time, Weather, Space, City, Country, Culture & learning, Business, Food, Work, Pastimes, Body, Nature and Abstracts. (My only abstract word so far is 의미--uimi--which means "meaning.")

Saturday, March 16, 2019

FAREWELL, MY LOVELY

"That car will stick out like spats at an Iowa picnic"--Farewell, My Lovely

Monday night I saw a Raymond Chandler double bill presented by the Toronto Film Society at Innes Hall.  The first was The Brasher Doubloon, with a rather lightweight George Montgomery. The second was Farewell, My Lovely, with a suitably world-weary Robert Mitchum, which I saw for the second time.

Today I helped Anne sort and arrange the pins Miriam will be selling at a craft fair Sunday.  She has a stock of T-shirts and pins with pictures of literary figures like Alan Ginsburg and Dylan Thomas and Sylvia Plath.  They let me keep one pin that said, "Poetry:  The thing that got you detention"!

I've just been learning Korean words for food on Duolingo. (Quite a few of them are close to their English translations, like hamburger and pizza.)

I've started watching Dragon Ball Z online.  I'm also watching the fourth season of Sailor Moon, which features a winged horse!  I guess I'll start the next season of One Piece too.

Monday, March 11, 2019

No more long johns

"'Did the idea ever occur to you,' Cranly asked, 'that Jesus was not what he pretended to be?'... 'The first person to whom that idea occurred,' Stephen answered, 'was Jesus himself"--A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Finished A Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man, including the endnotes.  Now I've started reading Lynn Foster's A Brief History of Mexico for my History Meetup. (Mesoamericans imagined zero long before the Old World did!)

I was way early for the singing group last week, and today I was on time.  We sang "Mairi's Wedding," "You Raise Me Up," "Dream a Little Dream" and "Walkin' My Baby Back Home."

On the way back I was talking to Elizabeth in the group. She's an actress who's learning lines for a revival of the Mae West play Sex!  She told me about some Ryerson community courses for people over fifty, and I'll have to check that out.  When I mentioned that I'd taken some acting lessons, she asked if I was going to return to it and I said, "Never say never!"

I've started reading my Classics Illustrated comics collection again.  This weekend I read The Call of the Wild and Daniel Boone.

It got warmer this weekend, and I've stopped wearing long johns. (There may be some more cold weather, but I don't care.) I need to get new ones anyway.

Wednesday, March 06, 2019

WHITE HEAT

"His morning walk across the city had begun, and he foreknew that as he passed the sloblands of Fairview he would think of the cloistral silverveined prose of Newman, that as he walked along the North Strand Road, glancing idly at the windows of the provision shops, he would recall the dark humour of Guido Cavalcanti and smile, that as he went by Baird's cutting works in Talbot Place the spirit of Ibsen would blow through him like a keen wind, a spirit of wayward boyish beauty, and that passing a grimy marinedealer's shop beyond the Liffey he would repeat the song by Ben Jonson which begins: 'I was not wearier where I lay'"--A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

"You'll never get away with this, Cody!" "Cody--you have a good memory for names.  Too good." (BLAM!) --White Heat

At Sunday's singing group we sang "The Belle of Belfast City," "We'll Meet Again" and "Danny Boy."

I finished that Teach Yourself Beginning Korean book and started doing Duolingo lesson, like I did before with Portuguese.

I'm reading the last part of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, with Stephen Dedalus as a college boy in intellectual discussions with schoolmates.  James Joyce could have been a playwright, his dialogue feels so natural!  He was starting to develop the style of Ulysses  and Finnegans Wake, as when a kid sibling, asked where their parents have gone, answers, "Goneboro toboro lookboro atboro aboro houseboro."  This edition has a lot of end notes and I've been going through them, which slows me down a bit.

I've started a new computer game called Elvenar.  It's a town-building game from the same people who made Forge of Empires.

Tonight I went to see Raoul Walsh's White Heat yet again with the Classic Movie Meetup.  That's the one with James Cagney as the psychotic gangster with mother issues and a headache problem.  Like many of Cagney's movies, it holds up very well.

Friday, March 01, 2019

A few of my favourite comic strip characters

I thought I'd describe my favourite respective character in some of the comic strips I follow regularly on The Comics Kingdom and GoComics.

Funky Winkerbean:  Bull Bushka.  Back when the main characters were high school students, Bull was a jock and at first a bully.  Now he's just retired as athletics coach and dealing with CTE from the football blows he'd taken to the head. (The strip can be rather downbeat...) I like the way that even the more mature Bull still had a rather intimidating way!

Mary Worth:  Ian Cameron.  Mary's academic neighbor with a skipper's beard, given to bloviating!

Luann:  Gunther.  A platonic friend (so far) of the adolescent title character, he's an earnest dweeb that I identify with personally.

Gil Thorp:  Marty Moon.  In this strip about a high school athletics coach, the bane of Gil's existence is jerky sportscaster Marty.  Right now there's a storyline where young jerk Robby was getting attention by coming on Marty's show and putting Gil down. But Gil's wife Mimi told Marty that Robby's really after Marty's job, so Marty's tricked Robby into revealing his contempt for the town without realizing they're on air...

Among the "vintage" comics I follow:

Heart of Juliet Jones:  Eve Jones.  Julie's passionate younger sister got more erratic  and forlorn as the strip progressed.

Mandrake the Magician:  Lothar. (Every character in this strip had a single name.) His pidgin talk wouldn't be PC today, but I like how whenever Mandrake's brains weren't enough, Lothar would put his fist in!  His catchphrase was "Me smash!"

The Wizard of Id:  The Spook. He's the prisoner in Id's dungeon, always trying to escape.  Do I see deep existential meaning in this character?  No, I've always liked his name!

At tonight's La Traviata rehearsal, when we were dancing in the festive opening scene I tried to do a dance like with Ichabod Crane where one part of his body started moving and it spread to the rest of him!  The catch is that it gets tiring pretty quickly. (Makes you appreciate dance pros--they get tired too, but not nearly as soon.)

The other night I saw a History Channel documentary about the French Revolution on Youtube.  Too bad there was nothing about Mirabeau or Sieyes.

I finally broke Level 1919 in Candy Crush Saga!