Thursday, August 28, 2008

LAST TRIP OF THE SUMMER

Actually, I don't know if it really deserves to be called a "trip." We got a timeshare offer in the mail: Come hear our presentation and tour our lovely "villas," and we'll give you discounted hotel nights. And they were really discounted -- about $40 a night. So how could we say no?


So off we go for a few days in Newport Beach. We'll eat Balboa Bars on Balboa Island (where I lived for two years, so I consider myself a native, not a tourist, and anyway I knew about Bal Bars way before The O.C. was on the air), we'll go boogie boarding at Corona del Mar, we'll take the ferry to the peninsula and hang out. And that's about it. No agenda, no theme parks. Just a few days of vegging before school starts.

We'll be back on Labor Day. So check in then -- I'm sure I'll have something to say!

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

NOTHING UP HIS SLEEVES

As an anniversary present to ourselves, the other night Lee and I went to see the best sleight-of-hand artist in the world, Ricky Jay, in his one-man show Ricky Jay and his 52 Assistants.

The "52 assistants" are, of course, a deck of cards. And what he can do with them is truly beyond belief. This is a man who can not only deal from the bottom of the deck, he can deal from the center of the deck. He can hold a stack of cards in his hand and tell you whether he's holding 15 cards or 16.

We actually met Ricky some years back, when we were still working on Smoke and Mirrors, and he was hired as a magic consultant on the project. We got to see him do some of the very "tricks" he does in his show up close, as close to him as you are to your computer right now. He was amazing.

"Does anyone ever play poker with you?" asked Lee. "Only very stupid people," replied Ricky.

Ricky also has a knowledge of and love for the history of magic like very few people, and he weaves some of that into his show. In addition, he presents as part of his show one of the "automata" created by Robert-Houdin, the famed French magician on whom Smoke and Mirrors is based, so we felt personally connected to the show as well.

It's worthless, really, to talk about how amazing a magician is. So why don't you check him out for yourself here, here, here, and here.

But it's better when you see him up close and personal....

Wow.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

TV THOUGHTS: THE OLYMPICS

I am a big Olympics fan. I admit that I find myself much more drawn to the Winter Olympics, where I stray far beyond figure skating to become fixated on events like the luge, and have even been known to watch curling.

The Summer Olympics are different. Here I love jumping around to see the wild variety of sports, to pick up on arcane facts and jargon, to watch the passion of athletes whose names will never appear on the sports page again for the rest of their lives.

So as we wrap up the Beijing's Olympics... or, to be more accurate, NBC's coverage of the Beijing Olympics... how have the 2008 Games fared?

Well, if you're a beach volleyball fan, the Games have been just peachy. If not... maybe not so much.


The Games themselves seem spectacular. Yes, there are the usual scandals (gymnastics tiebreakers! girls who lied about their age! lip-synching!). But I love hearing the athletes raving about how fast the track is, how fast the pool is... love the beauty of the Water Cube and the Birds Nest.

I just wish I could see some actual events. I'd like to. I really would. But NBC won't let me.

Who in the world decided that what America really wanted in prime time was hour after hour of beach volleyball?! Yes, the girls are wearing bikinis. Can we get over that, please? A match or so, fine. The gold medal match, absolutely. But hour after hour after hour?

And who decided that the woman's marathon had to be shown in its entirety? Look! They're still running! Who'd'a thunk it? In past years, as I recall, the marathon was something you'd check in on every half hour or so. And that was enough. I think the poor commentators who had to come up with hours of something new to say deserve some sort of combat pay. Tell me, with all the events happening simultaneously, and with the time delay, was there really no other sport we could cut away to?

And let's talk about gymnastics. The most popular event at the Games for a good reason. The coverage has been terrific, the commentators have been very good (other than Bela ranting and raving about the miscarriage of justice of the day). But why the sheer meanness of holding the one event we all want to see until 11:00 p.m. every night?! The entire world does not have Tivo, and even those of us who do might prefer to watch an event only one day after it occurred rather than Tivoing it to watch it two full days later.

And the same with Michael Phelps' swims. I missed several of the gold medal races because I simply couldn't make myself stay up that late. And these were events that, despite NBC's claims, were by and large not being shown live. ("Live" -- at least on the East Coast -- referred to Bob Costas-and-his-amazing-toupee sitting in the studio, not to the athletic footage being shown.)

I like watching Olympic swimming. Track and field (though how about a little more "field" in that mix?). Diving (maybe not quite as much as we've seen). And of course gymnastics. But what about the rest of the contests?

I would love to have seen some equestrian competition. Table tennis. Rhythmic gymnastics. Women's basketball. Rowing. The last year of softball in the Games. Even the biathlon. Not a lot of any of these, necessarily. A couple of the more important moments, an explanation of who the big contenders are and why. The appeal of the Olympics is, for me, the variety and breadth of the Games. And I'm not getting any of that from NBC. (I don't even know if they'll bother to show the USA gold medal match in men's basketball in prime time, the way things are going.)

Yes, I know it's all being shown on a zillion other channels. But I can't give up two weeks of my life for this. I don't think it's too much to ask that prime time show us a little of everything, rather than interminable beach volleyball and diving.

...All ranting aside, the actual coverage has been excellent. Commentary has been terrific across the board, with the commentators making us feel like we understand what's going on without condescending to us, and with a good balance of play-by-play vs. personal stories.

I just wish NBC would let me see more of it!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

MOVIE THOUGHTS: THE DARK KNIGHT

In October 2001, I had the great good fortune to hear Dallas Willard speak. He was supposed to be speaking on Christianity and art, or something of that nature. But no one wanted to hear about that. Look at the date of the talk again.

Instead, Dallas found himself answering question after question about the nature of evil. People, in some anguish, were trying to understand 9/11, were trying to answer the question as to why the terrorists did what they did.

But Dallas, instead, urged us in a different direction. Evil, he told us, doesn't need a cause. It doesn't need a reason. Evil, he said, is a choice.

That talk flooded back to me as I watched The Dark Knight. Not since Hannibal Lecter in the original film version (and especially in the book) of The Silence of the Lambs have we seen evil so unflinchingly and purely (if that's the right word) portrayed as in Heath Ledger's performance as The Joker.

The Joker doesn't need a reason for anything he does. He compares himself to a dog chasing a car -- he wouldn't know what to do with it if he caught it. But that doesn't stop him from chasing it. The Joker is chaos -- and he shows us that "chaos" is not some benign force resembling an intersection where everyone wants to turn left at the same time. Chaos is destructive.


Evil, in the movies at least, is usually sexy. It's attractive, seductive. But Ledger's Joker is anything but. He is evil with the facade peeled away. He is the devil without the "angel of light" disguise.

As such, Ledger's performance is astonishing. The easy way out would be the Jack Nicholson route -- make The Joker a little funny, a little wacky, maybe even a little relatable. Ledger did not take the easy way out. In a very brave performance, he allowed himself to inhabit one of the most inhuman roles in cinema, to show us what evil unmasked truly looks like. As such his performance is one of the most haunting I can remember seeing. (And I use the word "haunting" in its older sense. Nowadays we use it to refer to something merely memorable. But originally "haunting" was a word applied only to ghosts and other not-so-nice-or-good supernatural entities... and being haunted was emphatically not a good or pleasurable experience.)

What about the rest of the movie? you ask. What about Batman? Well, I've been holding off writing this post because I want to see it again so as to answer that question. But seeing it again isn't going to happen for a week or so, and this post is already so very late.

What about Batman?

I felt he was a bit weak, perhaps a bit washed off the screen by The Joker (or at least pushed to the very edge of the screen). Yes, Batman is dark. Yes, he is psychologically disturbed. Yes, he is morally conflicted. Batman is, in his nature, all these things, and he is supposed to be all these things.

But ultimately, he is also supposed to be a hero. He is supposed to make ultimate sacrifices for the greater good. He may not always conquer evil, but at least he holds it at bay.

Here, however, in The Dark Knight, the best Batmanesque moments are given to other characters. The person fighting the hardest on the side of good, and with perhaps the greatest possible self-sacrifice is actually Lieutenant-then-Commissioner Gordon. (A brilliant, anchoring performance by Gary Oldham, who manages to make good as interesting as evil here.)

And the most powerful moment in which we come face to face with the importance of moral choice is, of course, the moment on the ferry boats, where the "good" people have an opportunity to kill the "bad" people and thereby save themselves, and vice versa. It's a wrenching dilemma, great storytelling... and a moment of ultimate power handed off to a bit player instead of one of our heroes. The greatest statement about the possibility of redemption in the movie, and it's handled by a nameless character who doesn't exist outside that scene. Shouldn't it have been Batman who had to make that decision? Shouldn't it have been Batman who chose that moment of redemption? (Or, perhaps, who refused it?)

Nevertheless, The Dark Knight is a powerful, disturbing, and yes, dark movie. It deserves its big box office, and deserves the Oscar nominations it will undoubtedly get (offhand, I'd expect Supporting Actor, Make-Up, Art Direction, Special Effects, Score, Sound Editing). It is as unflinching a look at evil as we ever get to see in the movies, especially impressive because it has to bend the rules of its superhero genre to get there.

Where do they go from here? Good question. I think the filmmakers made a huge mistake in killing off Harvey Dent/Two-Face. Yes, Two-Face is one of the minor villains of the Batman canon... but his relationship to Bruce (as Harvey) as well as Batman (as Two-Face) is a valuable for telling Batman's story, and they've just cavalierly tossed that all away. (Not to mention the fact that so many of the comic book Batman villains are preposterous and really wouldn't meld into the Christopher Nolan movies that well.) And if they planned a rematch with The Joker... well, that's not going to happen now. So I'm not sure what they can do, what villains they can tap, that will not be a disappointment after this very fine piece of work.

...I realize my musings are a bit all over the place here. So to wrap up, here are a few more interesting commentaries out there at the moment for you to check out.

First, Terry Mattingly on morality in The Dark Knight.

Also, interesting thoughts from Ken Brown on the theme of sacrifice in the movie.

And last but not least, some fascinating musinbs by Sean Gaffney triangulating Batman, The Joker and Harvey Dent.

If you're not already tired of posting TDK-related comments, I'd love to hear what you think. And I'll be musing some more as I go back to the movie again next week...

Monday, August 18, 2008

BABY, WE WERE BORN FOR FUN

One last Family Camp note. (Yes, I know I'm waay late posting about The Dark Knight... it's been rumbling around in my mind for a while, and I'm about ready to post my way-late post. But let's wrap up Family Camp first.)

The year I started writing this blog was the year Cory and his friend Max first performed in the Family Camp Talent Show to great acclaim. And that first year, I saw fit to post the lyrics of their song here. As the boys started asking immediately, "What are we going to do next year?" I assumed I'd continue to post their lyrics.

But I guess I just forgot.

So you missed "1999" (based on "1985" by Bowling for Soup) and "Bel Air Family Campground" (based on "Hotel California" by The Eagles) and "Teenagian Rhapsody" (based on "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen). But hey, don't we have an awesome set of composers writing music for our lyrics over the years?!

But here, for those of you who still remember The Boss, are Lee's and my lyrics to "Born For Fun," based (obviously) on Bruce Springsteen's "Born To Run. (You probably do need to be familiar with the original for the lyrics to work...

Enjoy!

We were X-Box warriors out to compete
For a runaway record high score
Our fingers were burning, we were halfway to glory
Playing Guitar Hero 4
Our dads yelled in our ears, "Max and Cory, it's time"
But we were hard-rock injected and stepping out over the line (Whoa!)
"Boys," they told us, "It's time to go
It's your last chance!" But we were stuck in our trance
They said, "We're leaving while they day is young"
But we said, "Champs like us, baby, we were born for fun."

When the evening came, we turned off the game
And we wandered the rooms and halls
We were two teenagers who'd been left behind
And our parents would not take our calls
Together we could break this trap
Take a bus to Scotts Valley and not waste money on snacks (Whoa!)
We must have been out of our minds
Because a summer without Bel Air Family Camp
Is like an iPod that plays just one song
Like Pastor Mark in a tie -- you know something has to be wrong.

(saxophone solo -- or in this case, kazoo solo)

The California coast stretches on and on
My stomach feels like it's caught in a twister
I miss my mom and my dad, my Family Camp friends
Heck, I even miss my sister
A sign up a head fills my soul with dread
It says, "Detour to Monterey"
Driver, please let us out! Only ten more miles
We can run the rest of the way! (Huh!)

(band interlude) ...One, two, three, four!

Our feet are on fire as we cross that bridge
We're feeling like we could fly
Well, everybody's out on the quad tonight
Got here just in time for pie
Mr. Bill is laughing, our moms're in shock
R.O. and Mindy are screaming out how much we rock (Whoa!)
Somehow, dude, I don't know how
We got to that place where we really wanna be
And we'll play in the sun
'Cause Family Camp's for us -- Baby, we were born for fun!
Family Camp's for us -- Baby, we were born for fun!
Family Camp's for us -- Baby, we were born for fun!

Saturday, August 16, 2008

WHAT I DID THIS SUMMER

Okay, let's get the Family Camp report out of the way, and then we can move on to more interesting topics like Batman and books and the Olympics...

But first things first.

Actually, I don't have many photos to post here, because I'm having trouble getting photos uploaded. My digi camera can no longer be "found" by my computer (I'm thinking something's wrong with the USB cable?). And for some reason, though the 1 gig memory chip in my kids' digi camera shows lovely pictures on the camera itself, it won't upload them to the computer (though I was able to upload pics from a different memory chip in that very camera). Go figure. I think a trip to the camera store is in order. Till then, you are mercifully spared pages and pages of Family Camp photos. (In particular, you are with especial mercy spared pictures of the Men's Synchronized Swim Team.)

Family Camp this year was themed "Mission: Possible." (Go ahead, hum the appropriate theme song. Everyone else did.) Our church's mission is to make L.A. the greatest city for Christ in the U.S. -- a big mission, obviously. This week was focused partly on that, and partly on Bel Air's missionaries around the world. It was a challenging week, and a fun one, and a relaxing one, and all the things Family Camp should be.

It was unusual for us in some ways, because this year our kids had all graduated from the kids' program -- Sabrina was newly installed in the junior high group (they start junior high based on the public school schedule of 6th grade, so she's in the jr. high group even though she's still in grade school). And Cory's now in the senior high group. (How did that happen? I ask you, How?!!!) So we saw little of them. They had their own agenda and program -- off to do community service work in San Jose or San Francisco (gardening and painting at various inner city missions), off to (literally) bounce off the walls at a trampoline place of some kind, off to hang with their friends who are so infinitely cooler than mom or dad could ever be.

I had a lovely small-world experience in the middle of it all. We had brought some of the missionary types that our church supports for the week, and two of them were a pair of Wycliffe Bible translators from China. And it turned out that we went to the same graduate program in linguistics, and had the same advisor there. And that advisor had been telling them for 7 years that they should look me up at Bel Air. (I guess God got tired of waiting for them to make the call!) We especially enjoyed watching the opening ceremonies of the Olympics with them (Tivo'd on giant screen TVs on the camp's big lawn, watching from beach chairs while munching on popcorn and ice cream sundaes) -- they translated symbols and gave us the inside skinny on what was really happening.

And oh yes, the talent show. The kids were awesome. Sabrina sang "I'll Stand by You" by The Pretenders... her voice is so much more mature than her years, it just continues to amaze me. (I think it's time to start voice lessons, which makes me a bit nervous.) If I can figure out how to post video here, maybe I'll post her number. And Cory and his best friend Max did an awesome job on a parody of "Born to Run"... I'll get the lyrics up next post for your enjoyment. The boys really have a fan club now -- People started asking what they were going to do for the talent show from the second we set foot outside the car. I was especially pleased to see how much Cory's performance skills improved from the one week he did at "rock band" camp this summer.

Anyway, here are a few pictures, just from the first few days, because of those upload problems. Enjoy! (Or skip over -- your choice).

...We stopped off at Asilomar Conference Grounds in Pacific Grove on our way up, spent the night. Absolutely beautiful, right on the ocean (we kept our window open at night to hear the waves), with original Arts-and-Crafts architecture and yummy breakfast. We were in heaven. Here we are at the beach...



...Apparently the warnings at Asilomar about mountain lions in the vicinity have some basis in fact...



Before we went to Family Camp from Asilomar, we drove down to Pebble Beach, the famous golf course. Well, not the famous golf course, but its dirt cheap par-3, 9-hole open-to-the-public course that's part of the Pebble Beach Golf Course. Incredibly beautiful (the course, not our golfing).



With our mission-oriented theme at Family Camp, of course we had to sing "He's Got The Whole World In His Hands" -- and here's the world to keep us focused on that idea.



Junior and Senior High (and adults) leave the campus for late-night bowling.



Mom gets a strike!



Sumo wrestling on the quad... Now there's something you don't see every day!



...Wish I could give you more -- the Giant Swing, the Talent Show, the Men's Synchronized Swim Team, wacky kids doing wacky stuff (though not going to print other kids' recognizable photos w/o permission, which limits me), Communion on Friday night, the Bel Air Field Olympics.... Suffice it to say, it was wonderful. Can't wait till next August...

Monday, August 11, 2008

WE'RE BACK!

We had a truly lovely time at Family Camp -- relaxing, rejuvenating, refreshing. Perfect weather, challenging teaching, lots of fun, a little taste of heaven.

I will try to post some pictures later -- Oh, how far have I sunk, I realize, to think that you might possibly give a hoot about my vacation photos. But I bought the kids a new digi camera and I want to try uploading from it, and well, that's my excuse.

And yes, I have other things to post about and will get to it asap. Right now we're doing final (*really* final!) changes to a script and getting ready to move my mom to her residential care facility tomorrow (pray for us!), and then it's back to normal! Yay!

Good to have been gone. Good to be back. Just wanted to say hi. More posting to come....

Friday, August 01, 2008

HI-HO, HI-HO, IT'S OFF TO CAMP WE GO

I'm so behind on my posts here. I need to post about movies (Mamma Mia, The Dark Knight). I need to post about Cory-the-rock-star. And more.

But I won't. At least not for a week. Because it's time for Family Camp.


I'm taking a break from packing as we speak (to quell my frustration at not being able to find my tank top that says "I solemnly swear I am up to no good"). I have the list of things we still need to pick up at the store: earplugs (Cory-the-rock-star took all of my travel earplugs for his rock-star escapades), blank videotapes. I'm doing the last loads of laundry and hand washing. The car has new tires. The cats will be taken care of.

And I am just desperately hoping that there will be no major crisis from my mom to pull me back or to ruin our most wonderful week of the year. (My mom has very often had a tendency to throw a crisis just as we're leaving town.)

In any event tomorrow morning, after we insist that we must be on the road by 9:00, we will lumber out of here around 10:30. And then I will be computer-less for a week (though I will be able to pick up e-mail on my phone), and hence will not be posting here.

But I'll be back, so don't forget me, and come back and visit in a week.