LotR:TYEBEE (Lord of the Rings: Till Your Eyes Bleed Extended Edition)

With the release of a six-minute long trailer for the upcoming Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King Extended Edition, excitment about finally being able to see the full-length, uncut version of the trilogy is mounting. Prairie and I have had rough plans to hold a LOTRfest once the DVD was out — now that’ll be a little easier, thanks to a /.er who planned out a schedule:

11hr and 20 min is a significant investment of time, but I think it can be done.

7am: friends arrive, pancake breakfast.
8am: Fellowship of the Ring (\~4+ hrs)
12:30pm: Lunch
2:00pm: The Two Towers (\~3 1/2 hrs)
5:30pm: Dinner
7:00pm: Return of the King (\~ 4 1/2 hrs)
11:30pm: Eyes ooze out of our sockets, bedsores open on our asses.

Sounds like a pretty good approach to me. Prairie and I haven’t solidified a specific day for this yet, but would any Seattle-area friends feel like submitting themselves to this along with us some upcoming weekend?

Let me know!

Update: Prairie took a moment to actually look at a calendar (all these new-fangled concepts that I just don’t ever seem to grasp), and it looks like the target date is Saturday, Dec. 18th. Consider this an open invite (at least until I start worrying about how many people I can fit into a studio apartment, if I actually get that much interest). :)

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Adoption

Lately, I’ve been really enjoying reading The Sticking Point as Tommy and his wife travel to Seoul to finalize the adoption of a baby boy.

Little baby H. is incredible. He looks somehow different from the pictures we’ve gotten of him. The shock of hair sticking off the top of his head has mostly fallen off, and he’s got more even coverage from his fine black hair.

He’s quite a jumper. If you hold him under the arms, he will squat down then quickly extend his legs to try to jump, and he did this almost continuously during our visit. He almost seems ready to stand, though he’s only 22 weeks old. He smiles quite a bit and sticks out his tongue. He’s very curious about what’s going on around him. So much so that he prefers to be held facing outward, rather than toward you. From this position he can get a better look at what’s happening.

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It was an overwhelming experience. So much so, that it’s left me a bit numb and unable to process it all. It think I’ve taken in so much emotional stimuli that I am unable to gather and sort an of it. We visited with a baby…but it’s my baby…but it’s not my baby yet. It’s a hard feeling to describe.

Tomorrow (Wednesday), at 2 PM, we will receive our little boy. Today is our final day as a family of two.

Being able to experience the adoption through Tommy’s eyes has been rather touching for me, as some time ago I was somewhat involved in an adoption from the other side of the process.

A few years ago, I was dating a girl with a two year old son, and another baby on the way — not mine, though, we started seeing each other when she was right about three months pregnant. An unusual situation, perhaps, but as with many things, it “seemed like a good idea at the time.”

She knew that keeping the baby wasn’t going to be a realistic option at that point in her life, and so as her due date grew closer, we started looking into the various adoption possibilities available. As it turned out, some old friends of my family (a flying buddy of my dad’s from the Air National Guard and his wife, who had been friends with my parents since shortly after they moved to Alaska in the mid-70’s) had been talking about adopting. My parents helped us get in contact with them, and all the necessary arrangements were made.

While making the decision to put a child up for adoption is never easy, it ended up being a really good arrangment for everyone involved. My girlfriend was able to be very confident in the family that her child was going to grow up in, and the adoptive parents were able to be in Anchorage for the birth so that they could take the baby immediately. Every so often over the years, I’ve been able to get updates from the parents, and have been assured that the baby (named Nathan, and not so much of a baby anymore, he’d be about eight years old by now) is doing fine — in fact, a little Googling just led me to a 1995 picture of the family and Nathan at three months old!

That relationship eventually ended (rather spectactularly, unfortunately), and it’s been years since I’ve heard from that particular girlfriend. Still, being able to be part of that process was an experience I’ll not soon forget.

Thanksgiving Weekend

Just got back in a bit ago from a very nice and very relaxing Thanksgiving weekend.

Friday after work I walked the block-and-a-half from the office building to Seattle’s Greyhound station and (after the requisite waiting around for an hour or so in a crowded, dingy bus terminal) hopped a bus out to Ellensburg and spent the weekend with Prairie. We had a very pleasant four days of doing next to nothing other than lying around, watching DVDs, and munching on Thanksgiving goodies. She’d made a really good Thanksgiving dinner (turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, sweet potatoes with melted marshmallows on top, cranberry jelly, and pumpkin pie) that, true to form, lasted all weekend long.

CWU Campus, Ellensburg, WA

We ended up watching Shrek 2 (good, of course), Van Helsing (entertaining moments, but overall really bad), The Stepford Wives (the new version — cute, but not great), Raising Helen (cute), and I’ve now seen the first three seasons of Friends (which, I have to admit, is a fun little sitcom), plus we went out to see National Treasure in the theater (not great, but definitely enjoyable).

Willow leaves, Ellensburg, WA

Eventually, the weekend drew to a close, and after Prairie loaded my bag up with leftovers, I hopped the return bus to Seattle, and am home again.

It looks like my brother and his family visited Alaska for the holiday, and there a lot more baby pictures up on the family photo gallery, including this cute one of Kevin, Emily, and Noah.

Kevin, Emily, and Noah

iTunesPluto” by Björk from the album Homogenic (1997, 3:19).

Four Years

The actual day isn’t until tomorrow, but as I’m not planning on doing much in the way of weblogging on Thanksgiving day, I figured I’d go ahead and toss this up ahead of time. While I’d been keeping hand-updated websites since ’95 or so, November 25th, 2000 marked my first foray into using a software engine to keep track of the random rambling I occasional put up on my website, starting me stumbling into the world of weblogging.

Four years it’s been since then.

Semi-randomly chosen highlights follow…

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Versus

What ever happened to concepts like tolerance and respect of others? Polite disagreement? Discussion as opposed to argument? Open minded acceptance of other people’s views, even if they differ from your own?

This may not be my most coherent or well-organized post, but a couple things popped up today that have been rumbling around in the back of my head, and I wanted to at least make a stab at getting some of them out.

Yesterday, I posted a link and excerpt from a story in the Seattle Times about a local Native American burial ground that has been uncovered due to construction on the Hood Canal bridge. The story caught my attention both for the archaeological significance of the find, and for the care and concern that the local tribes have for the spirituality of the site and their ancestors.

This morning, my post got a Trackback ping when Paul Myers of Pharyngula posted about the article. When I read his post, though, I was more than a little taken aback at what I felt to be the cavalier and rude tone he took in regard to the tribe’s religious beliefs.

There’s a fair bit of religious hokum in the article; goofy stuff such as the claim that pouring a concrete slab would trap the spirits forever (piling dirt and rocks on top of them doesn’t, apparently, nor does rotting into a smear), and spiritual advisors on site and ritual anointings to protect people from angry spirits. That’s all baloney….

The religious/spiritual crap cuts no ice with me….

It wasn’t that he didn’t agree with the spirituality of the tribe that bothered me (I don’t know Paul’s personal religious beliefs) — rather, it was the utter lack of respect in how he addressed it. It was the old stereotype of the scientist so convinced of the utter righteousness of the purely scientific world view that he’s utterly contemptuous of those fools who believe in any sort of higher power (see Ellie Arroway in Carl Sagan’s Contact, for example).

That bothered me, but I wasn’t quite sure how to start expressing it, so I just filed it away on the back burner to percolate for a little bit.

A couple of days ago, I’d posted a link on my linklog to a Gallup poll which showed that only one third of Americans believe that evidence supports Darwin’s theory of evolution, and had added the comment, “how depressing.” This morning, I got a comment on that post from Swami Prem that raised my eyebrows:

What’s depressing about this? There is no evidence that supports Darwin’s theories. No scientist has ever shown that there exists a link between humans and apes. Darwin’s theories are theories afterall.

Suddenly, I found myself coming dangerously close to stepping right into Paul’s shoes, and had to wait a while before responding to Prem’s comment. My first impulse was surprise and, quite honestly, a little bit of, “oh, here we go again…” — Prem and I have had strong disagreements in the past, and while I don’t believe that he’s at all unintelligent, his earlier espousal of viewpoints that are so diametrically opposed to my own strongly colored my initial reaction to this new comment.

After taking some time to let that roll around in my brain I did respond, and Prem’s responded to that. As yet, I haven’t taken it any further, both because I want to do my best to respond intelligently and because I’m somewhat stumped as to just how to start (I probably need to take some time to do a little research [this site looks like a good place to start] — as I’ve never progressed beyond attaining my high school diploma, and I was never that good in the sciences to begin with, I’m not entirely comfortable with trying to engage in a full-on creationism-vs.-Darwinism debate without a little brushing up [and actually, Paul would probably be far more qualified than I to tackle Prem’s question, judging by his obvious interest in both biology and evolution — just check out the links in his sidebar!]).

Anyway, both of these items have been bouncing around my head all day.

I think a lot of what’s been bothering me about the exchanges is that I try hard to be polite and respectful in my discussions with people, even when (and sometimes especially when) I disagree with them, and that seems to be a trait that has gone by the wayside far too often these days. Sure, I don’t always succeed — I’ll fly off the handle and rant and rave from time to time — but I do make an effort to keep those instances to a minimum.

Unfortunately, it seems that we’re living in a world where differences are all anybody sees anymore: us vs. them, me vs. you, religion vs. science, liberal vs. conservative, democrat vs. republican, urban vs. rural, red vs. blue, etc. Nobody’s actually listening to what anyone else has to say — we’re all so sure that we’re right and everyone else is wrong, too busy banging our shoes on the table to really listen to anyone else.

It’s a pretty sad state of affairs, all told.

Bouncing back a bit, but touching on both of the incidents that started all this rambling, I think the thing that frustrates me the most about the science vs. religion debate — and creationism vs. Darwinism in particular — is that in my mind, there is absolutely nothing that says that the two theories are incompatible. It’s never seemed to me as if it was an either/or equation — coming back to Carl Sagan’s book, and most pointedly the end of it (and if you haven’t read or don’t want to read the book, feel free to watch the movie — it’s one of the single most intelligent science-fiction films I’ve seen in my lifetime), why is it so hard for people to wrap their heads around the concept that it’s entirely possible that both Ellie Arroway and Palmer Joss are “right”?

I’ve always found it interesting that the most commonly known of the two creation stories in Genesis fairly accurately parallels the scientific view of the formation of the universe, our planet, and the life upon it. First space, then stars, then the earth, then oceans, then plants, then fish, then animals, then man. Two different ways of telling the same story — one measured in days and one measured in millennia, but the same story. Of course, this does hinge on the ability to accept the Bible without taking it literally (which is probably another subject for another time, but it’s probably fairly obvious that I don’t subscribe to a literal interpretation of the Bible), which trips up a lot of people.

Meh. I don’t know…and I think I’m starting to run out of steam. As I warned at the beginning of this, probably not the most coherent or well-organized post I’ve ever made here.

Had to get some of this out of my head, though.

Questions? Comments? Words of wisdom? Bring ’em on….

It’s like a violin…

As I was walking up to the Vogue tonight, I stopped for a moment outside of the Comet Tavern to listen to the band. No idea who it was, but they were playing a somewhat celtic-folk-rock sound, complete with fiddle and upright bass. While I was standing there, I overheard another couple standing near me and looking in the window talking.

They appeared to be fairly average middle- or upper-middle-class folks in their mid-20’s, but the guy was trying to explain to his companion the concept of an upright bass. “It’s like a violin, just a lot bigger, and deeper…they use that instead of a bass guitar….”

Now, okay, admittedly, I have a somewhat stronger grounding in music than many people (I come from a long line of musicians and music teachers, everyone in my family plays at least one instrument, I sang in an award-winning children’s choir for ten years while growing up), but I am having real difficulties trying to envision how someone could make it to their mid-20’s and have absolutely no idea what an upright bass is.

Absolutely mind-bogging to me.

iTunesBethel” by Repetto, Marco from the album Sound of Superstition, The Vol. 5 (1997, 7:43).

Me as a South Park character

South Park me!

Just a little mid-morning amusement: me as a South Park character, thanks to the South Park Character Creator.

At least, as close as I could get. They don’t have a ‘kilt’ option for the legs (which are too short to even try, I think), and I had to tweak the hair color in Photoshop to get it a little closer to the blondish-red that I have.

Still, not too bad for five minutes dinking around with a flash toy. :)

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Weblogger’s Meetup

Just got back a bit ago from this month’s Seattle Weblogger’s Meetup.

Weblogger's Meetup

Roundabout 20-something people in attendance, of whom I knew three or so beforehand. A full list of attendees can be found at 8 Bit Joystick. Nice evening, lots of chatting.

Now I’m tired, though, and will be heading to bed before too terribly long.

iTunesChickasuarus” by Pigface from the album Preaching to the Perverted (2001, 5:04).

Exterminate all rational thought.

Mike posted about joining up with NetFlix, and his list of upcoming movies included Brazil and Time Bandits, both wonderfully bizarre films directed by Terry Gilliam. I dropped him a quick note to recommend a few other flicks, which touched off a discovery of something that I’ve been waiting years for.

Back in “tha day” when videotapes were the medium of choice for movies (if you couldn’t afford a LaserDisc player), I had what I fondly referred to as my “mindfuck movies” tape. Three films, all favorites of mine, each of which were quite bizarre.

First up was Brazil, Terry Gilliam’s surrealistic dystopian satire of bureaucracy and the power of human dreams. Gilliam has long been one of my favorite directors, and Brazil is probably my favorite of the movies that he’s done to date, with its black humor, astounding and at times Giger-esque visuals, and absolutely stellar cast (Jonathan Pryce, Robert DeNiro, Michael Palin, Katherine Helmond, Ian Holm, and Bob Hoskins).

Next up was Closet Land, a powerful look at interrogation, abuse, and governmental power. Sponsored by Amnesty International, the film tells the story of a children’s book author who is abducted and interrogated about suspected anti-governmental themes and messages hidden in her books. Virtually the entire film takes place in a single room, with only two characters: the author (Madeline Stowe) and her interrogator (Alan Rickman). An incredibly powerful film (and, unfortunately, one that is out of print on VHS and not released on DVD yet).

Last on the tape was David Cronenberg‘s incredible visualization of William S. Burroughs‘ ‘unfilmable’ book Naked Lunch. Written in Tangiers under the influence of quite a few different drugs (heroin being a primary influence), the semi-autobiographical novel has fascinated me since the first time I read it.

From Amazon’s review:

Burroughs wrote Naked Lunch in a Tangier, Morocco, hotel room between 1954 and 1957. Allen Ginsberg and his beatnik cronies burst onto the scene, rescued the manuscript from the food-encrusted floor, and introduced some order to the pages. It was published in Paris in 1959 by the notorious Olympia Press and in the U.S. in 1962; the landmark obscenity trial that ensued served to end literary censorship in America.

Burroughs’s literary experiment–the much-touted “cut-up” technique–mirrored the workings of a junkie’s brain. But it was junk coupled with vision: Burroughs makes teeming amalgam of allegory, sci-fi, and non-linear narration, all wrapped in a blend of humor–slapstick, Swiftian, slang-infested humor. What is Naked Lunch about? People turn into blobs amidst the sort of evil that R. Crumb, in the decades to come, would inimitably flesh out with his dark and creepy cartoon images. Perhaps the most easily grasped part of Naked Lunch is its America-bashing, replete with slang and vitriol. Read it and see for yourself.

Cronenberg managed to take the book and craft an equally twisted film out of it, putting Peter Weller in the lead in a hilariously deadpan performance as Burroughs’ fictional counterpart, Bill Lee. Also appearing is one of my favorite B-list actors, Julian Sands (who, if I may digress for a moment, really should have been cast as Lestat in the film adaptation of Anne Rice‘s Interview With the Vampire).

Since that videotape is long-dead, I’ve wanted to collect all the films on DVD for years now. Brazil was issued on DVD quite a while ago, but every time I’ve checked, neither Closet Land nor Naked Lunch were available — until tonight. Closet Land is still out of print, but Naked Lunch has finally been released (a year ago, apparently)! No wish-listing, waiting, or debating over that one — it’s been purchased, and should be in my mailbox sometime next week.

I am so stoked about this.

iTunesDazzle” by Siouxsie and the Banshees from the album Twice Upon A Time: The Singles (1984, 5:30).