Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Bureaucracy

One of the comic strips I follow on gocomics.com is Pluggers.  It's a cartoon strip about the life of "pluggers," square rural blue-collar Americans of a certain age who lack the health, wealth and sophistication of the big cities. (The anti-Kardashians, you might say.) The strip shows them as cartoon animals, with the writing coming from readers like in that old strip They'll Do It Every Time.  The other day one episode had the caption "Senior pluggers have always been 'green,'" and showed a dog-man paying for a cafeteria meal and saying, "I hope you take cash here."

That cartoon reminded me of something.  Thirty-two years ago I was playing Bureaucracy, an interactive computer game created by Douglas Adams for Infocom. (Their most popular games were the Zork cave adventure series and an adaption of Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.) We got this game at the same time as our new Atari 2600 computer, and that was one of the only games compatible with it.  You have to do stuff like feed a llama so you can get a letter from a mailbox without his tongue getting in the way, or withdraw money from a bank by making a negative deposit, or climb up an airport pillar and sneak into the air traffic controllers tower so you can tell them to delay the takeoff of a flight that you'd otherwise miss! (Adams later created the game Starship: Titanic, which sounds fun but I never got around to buying it.)

In one part of the game, you eat food in a restaurant that only accepts cash, which you don't have, so what you have to do is sneak out and stiff them!  This actually happened to Adams in real life once, which I know because of the game's cheat tips.

Back in 1987 you couldn't get cheat tips online, but you could buy them in a booklet where you could see the questions you wanted answered but the answers only became visible when you rubbed a special marker on them. Except that we got the computer and the game in Moncton, N.B., and it was Donald who got the cheat sheet in Toronto, so we'd have to phone him and ask questions that he'd answer from the booklet.  The booklet also had cheat tips for the game Hollywood Hijinx (it was a sort of scavenger hunt on an eccentric movie mogul's estate), which I also ended up buying and playing, but by this time I'd got hold of the booklet and could look up the answers myself.

Another thing I remember is that when we first inserted the game in the computer, all we could get was a notice saying, "Warning:  contents may be damaged!" (It was some glitch in the computer-- Father always would buy the cheapest model in the store...) Which fit into the spirit of the game, of course.

Another thing that Pluggers cartoon reminded me was that I'd read (in Harper's, I think) that today things are developing into a system where the rich use plastic and the poor use cash!  It's similar to how every economy with two types of currency will do that:  it used to be that the rich used silver and gold coins while the poor used copper coins...

Saturday, July 27, 2019

Crowdreads

"Among humans, nothing is more valued than a person of unquestionable character." "Among humans, nothing is more demonic than a person whose character may not be questioned"--Pibgorn

"As President I have no enemies and can have none....  There are only the enemies of the nation.  And these the nation must judge"--"Papa Doc" Duvalier

Today was the last Crowdreads for a while. (Sergei and Maria are going to visit his folks in Odessa.) But we had a good time, and the Meetup went on for three hours!  I read a couple of Robert Browning poems, "The Pied Piper of Hamelin" and "How They Brought the Good News From Ghent to Aix." (Browning was a genius for finding rhymes!)

We also did a thing where we took the sentence "Some people think that the most important thing in the world is..." and wrote down different ways to finish the sentence!  I offered these endings:

...defeating the Bad Guys.
...keeping people from aiming too high.
...giving poor people a kick in the ass.
...accepting force majeure.
...Doing Something about whatever has you afraid.

As you can see, I'm a bit of a cynic.

I've just got to the part of the Haiti history about "Papa Doc" Duvalier's sinister dictatorship in the late 1950s and '60s. (He terrorized the country with a network of tonton macoutes, named for a figure in Haitian folklore who carried off naughty kids in his sack!)

Just now I'm reading the early years of Pibgorn, Brooke MacEldowney's  comic strip about the "frenemy" pair Pibgorn the fairy and Drusilla the
succubus.  I read the first couple of years in spring of last year, but this time I'm going to read the whole thing!

I'm still playing the computer game Elvenar.  There's a production facility where you can make magic potions, and whenever I see it, I think of Elton John's "Your Song":

If I were a sculptor, but then again no[?],
Or a man making potions in a travelling show...

I'm funny that way.

Wednesday would have been my mother's 100th birthday if she'd still been with us. (She did make it to 94!)

Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Air conditioning

This weekend we turned on the air conditioning for the first time this year.  Which meant keeping the windows closed. (I rather like hearing the noises out on the street.)

Thursday night I saw Gillian Armstrong's movie of Peter Carey's novel Oscar and Lucinda (for the second time) with the History Meetup.  I usually can't stand movies about gambling, but this one is handsome and quirky.  I was thinking that Oscar is an Aspie like me.

Saturday at the Crowdreads Meetup we talked about things going viral, and I read some Walt Whitman poems: "There Was a Child Went Forth Every Day," "I Hear America Singing" and "Miracles." (That's why I bought the Whitman book the other day.)

Today at the Memoir group I added "jigsaw puzzles" to our canister of topics, and someone chose it the same day! (That happened before, paradoxically, with "being chosen last.")

I'm now reading the part of the Haiti history book about the two-decade American occupation a century ago.  It's hard not to notice parallels with the later Vietnam fiasco.

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

HAITI: THE AFTERSHOCKS OF HISTORY

"May the weapons given to the people for them to defend their liberty be turned against my own breast if ever I conceive of the impious and audacious idea of attacking their rights"--Alexandre Petion, being inaugurated President of the Republic of Haiti in 1807. (His rule was limited to the southern part of the country.)

I've started reading Laurent Dubois' Haiti:  The Aftershocks of History for my History Meetup.  It's an excellent book, sympathetic to the Haitian people yet sophisticated in its perspective. Many of today's Third World problems--a parasitic military elite, inescapable debt load, town vs. country--were already visible here in the 19th century.

I'm now going through the Youtube series Let's Play Myst. (That's a computer game I cheated my way through twenty years ago, which spun off many books and games.) I've also been watching the Michael Beach and City Beautiful channel, which go into lots of detail about urban planning.

Wrote another Korean letter to Hongmin.

Today I went out to the Chapters-Indigo at Yonge & Eglinton and bought a paperback with the poems of Walt Whitman. (We used to have a similar book, but it must have been sold.) I also bought The Bluffer's Guide to Poetry!

I haven't yet started reading Howards End.

Friday, July 12, 2019

Finished MAIN STREET

Well, I finally finished the Sinclair Lewis novel Main Street, and a pretty great novel it is!  The book's full of quotable lines, like these:

Sunday sermon: "Don't let any of these self-conceited fellows that are always trying to stir up trouble deceive you with the belief that there's anything to all these smart-aleck movements to let the unions and the Farmers' Nonpartisan League kill all our initiative and enterprise by fixing wages and prices.  There isn't any movement that amounts to a whoop without it's got a moral background.  And let me tell you that while folks are fussing about what they call 'economics' and 'socialism' and 'science' and a lot of things that are nothing in the world but a disguise for atheism, the Old Satan is busy spreading his secret net and tentacles out there in Utah, under his guise of Joe Smith or Brigham Young or whoever their leaders happen to be today, it doesn't make any difference, and they're making game of the Old Bible that has led this American people through the fulfilment of the prophecies and the recognized leader of all nations."

Same sermon: "...but still, as they are a smaller but more immediate problem, let me stop for just a moment to pay my respects to these Seventh-Day Adventists.  Not that they are immoral, I don't mean, but when a body of men go on insisting that Saturday is the Sabbath, after Christ himself has clearly indicated the new dispensation, then I think the legislature ought to step in..."

"It's one of our favorite American myths that broad plains necessarily make broad minds, and high mountains make high purpose.  I thought that myself, when I first came to the prairie. 'Big--new.' Oh, I don't want to deny the prairie future.  It will be magnificent.  But equally I'm hanged if I want to be bullied by it, go to war on behalf of Main Street, but bullied and bullied by the faith that the future is already here in the present, and that all of us must stay and worship wheat-stacks and insist that this is 'God's Country'--and never, of course, do anything original or gay-colored that would help to make that future!"

"In winter, California is full of people from Iowa and Nebraska, Ohio and Oklahoma, who, having traveled thousands of miles from their familiar villages, hasten to secure an illusion of not having left them.  They hunt for people from their own states to stand between them and the shame of naked mountains; they talk steadily, in Pullmans, on hotel porches, at cafeterias and motion-picture shows, about the motors and crops and county politics back home."

"Whenever it comes right down to a question of defending Americanism and our constitutional rights, it's justifiable to set aside ordinary procedures....  we're going to take these fellows, and if they ain't patriotic, we're going to make them be patriotic."

"She had her freedom, and it was empty. The moment was not the highest of her life, but the lowest and most desolate, which was altogether excellent, for instead of slipping downward she began to climb."

"Always she was to perceive in Washington (as doubtless she would have perceived in New York or London) a thick streak of Main Street."

"The film was a highly advertised and abysmal thing smacking of simpering hair-dressers, cheap perfume, red-plush suites on the back streets of tenderloins, and complacent fat women chewing gum.  It pretended to deal with the life of studios. The leading man did a portrait which was a masterpiece.  He also saw visions in pipe-smoke, and was very brave and poor and pure.  He had ringlets, and his masterpiece was strangely like an enlarged photograph."

"Not individuals but institutions are the enemies, and they most afflict the disciples who the most generously serve them.  They insinuate their tyranny under a hundred guises and pompous names, such as Polite Society, the Family, the Church, Sound Business, the Party, the Country, the superior White Race; and the only defense against them, Carol beheld, is unembittered laughter."

"But I have won in this:  I've never excused my failures by sneering at my aspirations, by pretending to have gone beyond them.  I do not admit that Main Street is as beautiful as it should be!  I do not admit that Gopher Prairie is greater or more generous than Europe!  I do not admit that dish-washing is enough to satisfy all women!  I may not have fought the good fight, but I have kept the faith."

Tuesday, July 09, 2019

Salsa on St. Clair


On being pregnant: "I do not look lovely, Mrs. Bogart.  My complexion is rotten, and my hair is coming out, and I look like a potato-bag, and I think my arches are falling, and he isn't a pledge of love, and I'm afraid he will look like us, and I don't believe in mother-devotion, and the whole business is a confounded nuisance of a biological process"--Main Street

Is indicted pedophile Jeffrey Epstein descended from Mexican War general and U.S. President Zachary Taylor?

Last weekend was the Salsa on St. Clair Festival, and once again my neighbourhood was noisy.  I bought a drink of freshly-pressed sugar cane juice--it cost ten dollars, but you don't get that every day.

I was happy to get away to Crowdreads Saturday afternoon, where I recited a couple of American patriotic poems since it had been the Glorious Fourth two days earlier.  One was Oliver Wendell Holmes' "Grandmother's Story of Bunker Hill Battle"; the other was John Greenleaf Whittier's "Barbara Frietchie." The latter ends with these lines:

Over Barbara Frietchie’s grave
Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!

Peace and order and beauty draw
Round thy symbol of light and law;

And ever the stars above look down
On thy stars below in Frederick town!

I don't usually care for that flag- waving stars & stripes patriotism, but I like this ending!

On Quora.com there was a question, "What's the shortest sentence you can write with the greatest meaning?" I posted the answer, "I'm me."

At the memoir group we usually leave the canister with the subject cards in the librarian's office. Today the usual people weren't there and they had trouble finding it.  For a moment I was afraid that I'd taken it home and forgotten to bring it back! (Last week was cancelled by Dominion Day, and I sometimes bring it home at such times.) But it did turn up in the end.

Just last night I had a dream of a movie about people in Hollywood making a movie during World War II.  Someone was playing the piano piece "Alone" from Yoshinao Nakada's Japanese Festival album. (I played that album when I was young.) I've posted a link to that piece above.

Thursday, July 04, 2019

Dull week

Another week has passed and I have hardly anything to write about!

I've almost finished reading through my collection of Classics Illustrated comics.  The other week I read their version of Jules Verne's Off on a Comet, which interested me simply because that was the issue cover they showed on the back cover of the comics, along with the list of all their titles in print.  The story itself is about some people on a section of the earth that gets broken off by a section of comet, and its orbit eventually takes them close to earth again and they get back by building a huge hot air balloon! (It requires some suspension of disbelief.) The only one I have left is another Verne comic, Tigers and Traitors, which used to come at the very end of their list.

I've also been reading through my collection of Classics Illustrated Junior fairy tales.  But with those I've started at the end of the series and gone backward. (I also have some from a special history series they did with subjects like the Civil War.)

Last night was the latest History Meetup.  Our subject was Australia, and since I knew the most about it--which isn't saying much--they put me in charge of the discussion.  I talked a bit about Australia as a frontier society, with characteristic income inequality and macho culture.

Tonight I discovered a Youtube channel called Let's Play, where an expert goes through old computer games with running commentary.  I've watched his treatment of the first half of that old favourite of mine, Kings Quest VII:  The Princeless Bride.  He doesn't enjoy it as much as I did, but that isn't important.

I've been over a month behind in blogging my 2004 diary entries (it goes back to me being sick earlier this year), so I've started posting them two daily entries at a time twice a day, making for four entries a day.  When I'm up to it, that is.

I've been watching quite a few Youtube videos about swales and berms.  A swale being a ditch you dig along the contours of a sloping field, and a berm the raised earth you build up just downhill for it.  It's very useful for planting trees and restoring deforested land.  I've also been watching clips about slopes terraced for farming, like at Machu Picchu.  Anyone who builds swales and berms and terraces has my admiration.

Thursday, June 27, 2019

My favorite record album titles

"She discovered that, despite the enthusiastic young writers, the drama was not half so native and close to the soil as motor cars and telephones.  She discovered that simple arts required sophisticated training.  She discovered that to produce one perfect stage-picture would be as difficult as to turn all of Gopher Prairie into a Georgian garden"--Main Street

The part of Main Street dealing with Carol's ill-fated attempts to stage a local play is really funny!

On Twitter last week there was a really heated discussion of Israel that crowded out the rest of my notification feed!  I ended up muting a few people, something I normally avoid. (Muting isn't the same as blocking, it just means I don't get notified of their posts.)

The other day I started a Twitter thread asking people what their favorite record album titles were.  Other tweeters mentioned the Mothers of Invention's Weasels Ripped My Flesh, Caravan's For Girls Who Go Plump in the Knight, The Cum Drops' Balls Out and Other Acts of Freakery, and Never Mind the Bollocks, Here's the Sex Pistols.

Now here's my list of favorite album titles, including a few I've just thought of now. (Of course, this has nothing to do with the contents of these albums, most of which I haven't heard.)

Bob Newhart, Button Down Mind

Bill Cosby, Wonderfulness

The Rolling Stones, Goat's Head Soup (not so much that I like that title, but I have to admit it's original!)

Miles Davis, Bitches' Brew

Ted Nugent, Scream Dream

Van Halen, Women and Children First and (read it slowly) OU812

Reo Speedwagon, Hi Infidelity

Oh No, It's Devo!

Elton John, Too Low For Zero

The Police, Synchronicity

Styx, Kilroy Was Here

Foreigner, Agent Provocateur

Wynton Marsalis, Hothouse Flowers

Wham!, Music From the Edge of Heaven

Peter Gabriel, So

Kate Bush, The Hounds of Love

Joe Walsh, Got Any Gum? (I like the sheer goofiness of that title)

Tom Jones, The Lead and How to Swing It

Iggy Pop, Naughty Little Doggie

Saturday, June 22, 2019

LONGSTREET

"She was like the revolutionist at fifty:  not afraid of death, but bored by the probability of bad steaks and bad breaths and sitting up all night on windy barricades"--Main Street

What am I watching on Youtube these days? (I refuse to spell it "YouTube"!) The 1971 TV series Longstreet, about a blind detective in New Orleans. (It requires some suspension of disbelief...) 

The show's as much about Mike Longstreet's PTSD struggles and his need to be a big achiever as about the insurance investigation mysteries he solves. He hires Bruce Lee--yes, that Bruce Lee!--to teach him martial arts. There's an episode or two where a tough guy attacks him but he turns the tables by putting out the light!  The bomb that was meant to kill him only killed his wife and blinded him, so he clearly has a "survivor's guilt" issue. (Back when I was little I remember seeing a promo for the pilot  episode with this really sad scene where he's in the hospital after the explosion, his eyes bandaged, and he jumps out of his bed and makes a scene, drawing in a crowd of orderlies.) 

The show was developed by Stirling Silliphant, who won an Oscar for his In the Heat of the Night script but ended up writing disaster movies for Irwin Allen.  The TV networks in 1971 were making a belated effort to look "relevant" in the wake of '60s social change, and even the unsuccessful shows back then tend to sound more interesting than most of the stuff on today's broadcast networks.  This one lasted just one season because the too similar hit Ironside, with Raymond Burr as the crippled detective, got moved to the same time slot.

But I find it a remarkably good show, more mature than the usual middlebrow detective fare.  I saw a few Youtube episodes of it a few years back before the copyright police removed it, and I hope I can see the rest of it before it gets removed again.  James Franciscus was hardly the biggest talent around, but he has his best role here.

Just today I saw a particularly good episode, despite using the voiceover flashback cliche too much.  Mike goes undercover to investigate robberies at an electronics plant, getting hired through a program the factory started for hiring handicapped people and living in a group home with other "differently abled" hirees.  The robberies have all been accompanied by distracting sabotage explosions in areas where the hirees work, putting them under suspicion and the program in danger of cancellation.  (Spoiler:  it turns out to be the work of the woman supervising the hirees!)

As I said, the show's about Mike dealing with his handicap and his need to excel.  In an early scene his supervisor warns him, "You're out if you can't cut it," and he says, "I'll cut it." (That could be Mike's motto!) He has a hard time getting friendly with the other hirees in the home, partly because of the investigation but also because, as he admits, he's in a bit of denial about being handicapped himself.  At the end, when they thank him for solving the case and saving the program, he refers to the handicapped as "us," a step forward for him.

This got me thinking about my Asperger's Syndrome.  I don't like to think of myself as autistic, since my problems pale next to what low-functioning autistics have to deal with.  But maybe I should think of autistics as "us" too!

Sunday, June 16, 2019

WOMAN REBEL: THE MARGARET SANGER STORY

"You mention the word 'co-operative' to the merchants and they'll lynch you!  The one thing they fear more than mail-order houses is that farmers' co-operative movements may get started"--Main Street

I'm now reading the graphic book Woman Rebel:  The Margaret Sanger Story (by Peter Bagge, who also did Credo about Rose Wilder Lane). What a hero she was!  Birth control is something we take for granted today, but we can do that because people like her took on the Roman Catholic Church and the United States government, and never gave up.

I've started translating a new Korean picture book. (This one's actually a Tolstoy story.)

Yesterday at Crowdreads, the question was "Do you need money to do what you love?" Well, it depends on what you love doing, doesn't it?  I couldn't resist mentioning a Julia Phillips line from You'll Never Eat Lunch in This Town Again that people either see money as lifeblood, to nourish; as seeds, to grow things with; or as shit, to get rid of. And I read a bit more from Main Street about Carol trying to decide what to do with her life.

Did I mention that Main Street is great?  Here's another quote, on the grain elevator wheat buyer and his wife.

This was their philosophy complete... in the era of aeroplanes and syndicalism:

The Baptist Church (and, somewhat less, the Methodist, Congregational, and Presbyterian Churches) is the perfect, the divinely ordained standard in music, oratory, philanthropy, and ethics. 'We don't need all this newfangled science, or this terrible Higher Criticism that's ruining our young men in colleges.  What we need is to get back to the true Word of God, and a good sound belief in hell, like we used to have it preached to us.'

The Republican Party, the Grand Old Party of Blaine and McKinley, is the agent of the Lord and of the Baptist Church in temporal affairs.

All socialists ought to be hanged.

'Harold Bell Wright is a lovely writer, and he teaches such good morals in his novels, and folks say he's made prett' near a million dollars out of 'em.'

People who make more than ten thousand a year or less than eight hundred are wicked.

Europeans are still wickeder.

It doesn't hurt any to drink a glass of beer on a warm day, but anybody who touches wine is headed straight for hell.

Virgins are not so virginal as they used to be.

Nobody needs drug-store ice cream; pie is good enough for anybody.

The farmers want too much for their wheat.

The owners of the elevator-company expect too much for the salaries they pay.  

There would be no more trouble or discontent in the world if everybody worked as hard as Pa did when he cleared our first farm.

I think I recognize this America! (The age of Trumpism isn't so different...)

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

June is busting out all over...

"Ensued a fifteen-minute argument about the oldest topic in the world:  It's art but is it pretty?"--Main Street

Today I finally finished planting the seeds in our garden (carrots, beans, peas, kale). I would have done it Sunday but I mowed the lawn instead.  It was late this year, but it'll be early in the years to come!

Saturday I joined my singing group for a front-porch concert as part of a big fundraiser in Carolyn's neighborhood on Monarch Park Avenue.  Then I went to Crowdreads where we discussed sports. (I've been hearing noisy Raptors fans in my own neighborhood lately.) 

I read the opening pages of Main Street, which is a really sharp satire!  The joke is on the city-slicker heroine as much as the parochials.

Sunday was the Classic Book Club, where we discussed Brave New World. (Jane hated it!) Once again, over twenty people said they were coming but only five showed up.

On Youtube lately I've been watching cartoons with Ludwig von Drake, whom I liked on The Wonderful World of Disney long ago.  Paul Frees was a great cartoon voice actor! (He did Boris Badenov too.) I remember watching the last minutes of Hymn Sing while waiting for Disney to come on, then the first commercial after the closing credits would be for the latest Disney movie release.

Last week I dreamed of Robert Mitchum in the film noir Out of the Past.

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 short, break the rules, forgive 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.