Monday, October 31, 2005

Bad News From a Friend

I was driving in my car with my wife the other day when I said, "I have been unusually blessed in my life." My wife looked at me for a moment, examining my expression to see if I was being ironic. Finally she asked me, "Are you being serious?" I was, but I knew where she was coming from. My life hasn't been easy, that I can say for certain, but my life has been blessed as well.

When I needed to take a "semester" off from school and was living through some very rough times at home, I met my wife. She gave me hope and the knowledge that my three year long semester off was now over. Through her I was able to meet other people who could help me get back on my feet and who would begin mentoring me as an Undergraduate student and as a man. It was three of these mentors who really helped me when my mother died. They helped me keep my head together and to realize how much even small efforts of support can mean.

This is what I mean that I have been blessed, whenever I have encountered a roadblock in life I have always encountered a mentor who could guide me and provide me with advice in my current situation. What makes this such a blessing is that I am of the opinion that "mentoring" relationships are on a bit of a downturn. When I talk to Gen Xers all around, it is rare that I hear a good mentoring story. I usually hear about struggles and how those who should be mentors are hindering would be "mentees" or being generally ambivalent to the development of "the younger generation." This largely hasn't been the case with me, or at least hasn't been for the past 8 years or so.

One person who has been of great guidance to me in the recent past is Cathy Seipp. She's a blogger in Southern California who's blog I began frequenting after reading an article by her at National Review Online. I was going through my daily news cycle(LA Times, New Republic, NRO, NY Times...) when I saw an article by a West Coaster in the NRO. It wasn't a typical, i.e. Neocon, article and it focused on something happening out here. Truth be told, I can't remember specifics, but I was impressed and immediately clicked over to her blog. Eventually, I became a frequent poster in her comments section. The comments section that is much praised and highly thought of by its participants. I like to think of it as our internet version of Seinfeld, but more intellectual. Anyway, as any kind of pen pal relationship goes I began to think of Cathy as a part of my circle of friends, and like those friends it didn't matter whether I always agreed with her. All that mattered was how the conversation went. After all, even my wife and I disagree over the self-evident value of The Perfect Weapon. Cathy always, well okay usually, writes about interesting topics and even when she doesn't she writes well about whatever her subject is.

Evantually, I built up the courage to email her in order to communicate one on one. Alright, I had a good excuse to email her, I needed a Southern California conservative to speak at an event for work. But that excuse allowed me to overcome my initial shyness and begin what I consider to be a valuable relationship. Cathy has been a great mentor in many ways. My wife and I have had a bit of a chaotic year so far and Cathy has been a cornerstone of my confidence that everything is going to be okay. She has always put the events of my life into context, all without needing to refer to her own experience. She has been amazing, and without her I would be an emotional wreck and my wife wouldn't have her current (very cool) job.

Before I get to what the bad news is, I thought I would share that I was reticent to put the word friend in the title of this post. Not because I don't consider Cathy a friend, I do, but because I didn't want to be presumptuous with regard to her opinions. Many people have a high bar for who they consider a friend, in fact I am one of those people. I don't confide my utmost secrets to acquaintances or random passers by, and I have a number of good acquaintances but few friends. Needless to say, given the blessing she has been in my life I consider Cathy to be a great friend. In his Nicomachean Ethics, and I am paraphrasing here, Aristotle says that the best type of friendship is one based not on anything material you can gain from someone, rather it is a friendship based upon the character of the person you consider a friend. Cathy Seipp is someone of tremendous character.

Let me give you an example, and in doing so share the bad news mentioned in the title. Cathy recently shared with her internet community that she has Lung Cancer. In the post she discusses her thoughts on the matter, and does a better job than I can paraphrase so please read her commments, as always she includes a bit of humor in a deeply serious subject. I have known for a little while that she had cancer and was receiving chemo, but I didn't know what kind of cancer she was battling. I merely knew it was serious. Here is where her character comes in to play. As I mentioned above, my wife and I have had a hectic year. A part of that year is a "medical" event involving my wife. I won't go into details here because it is important to only a few people (though I will tell you via email Rob). Needless to say, Cathy was able to provide advice and consolation without once saying, "Bah, so what?! I have lung cancer! Top that you boob!" Nor did she say anything nearly as condescending. She was helpful, a friend in need and a mentor who could put life's events into proper perspective.

But her character doesn't merely reflect itself in her ability to help others. Her character is also manifest in the way she faces her struggle. Her daughter Maia, who also has a blog, posted a brief snippet of conversation with Cathy today. I will excerpt what I thought was representative:
Right before the movie started, she asked me out of the blue, "You wouldn't get rid of the furniture, would you? Its nice furniture, and you would like it right?"

In her conversation with her daughter, she was able to do something very brave. She was able to talk frankly, but without despair or false hope, about the big what if. How many times do we as people have the strength of character to do that? I would argue that it is far to rare a character trait, but that is Cathy.

I will finish with Cicero who in his treatise On Friendship wrote:

Is not prosperity robbed of half its value if you have no one to share your joy? On the other hand, misfortunes would be hard to bear if there were not some one to feel them even more acutely than yourself. In a word, other objects of ambition serve for particular ends - riches for use, power for securing homage, office for reputation, pleasure for enjoyment, health for freedom from pain and the full use of the functions of the body. But friendship embraces innumerable advantages. Turn which way you please, you will find it at hand. It is everywhere; and yet never out of place, never unwelcome. Fire and water themselves, to use a common expression, are not of more universal use than friendship. I am not now speaking of the common or modified form of it, though even that is a source of pleasure and profit, but of that true and complete friendship which existed between the select few who are known to fame. Such friendship enhances prosperity, and relieves adversity of its burden by halving and sharing it.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Quotable Brits


For those of you tired of quoting the same Monty Python lines over and over again in not so polite company - might I suggest checking out The Young Ones, a British comedy program that run during the 80s (although technically it was a variety program because they had a musical guest every week, which was a very clever way of getting a higher budget for thier show because situation comedys didn't get as much money from the BBC as variety shows did). The Young Ones was about four college students living in a flat in North London having wacky misadventures of the Monty Python school of inane comedy variety. A bit for visceral than Python, the show captured an interesting slice of the 80's without being so dated it isn't funny anymore. Actually, other than perhaps being mildly confused if you don't know that Margaret Thatcher was the Prime Minister in the 80s, most of the jokes travel well, both across the Atlantic and through that ever flowing river of time.

Here's a random sampling of funny lines for you to laugh at:

Rick: "Tomorrow everyone in England will be free, and there will be no more social prejudice or hatred. GET UP NEIL, I HATE YOU !!!!!!!"

Rick: "God, I'm bored. Might as well be listening to Genesis"

Rick: "There's no one in here, Mr. Balowski! We're all holograms !"

Vyv: "This calls for a very special blend of psychology and extreme violence."

Mike: Neil, aren't you going to introduce me to your new friend?
Right Bleeding Bastard: Bastard's the name. But you can call me Right Bleeding, all my friends do- or well, *did*.
Mike: Why, what happened?
Right Bleeding Bastard: I killed him.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Happy day or horror?

This makes me a bit ambivalent.


Rambo is back in business. Sylvester Stallone will reprise his role as gun-toting John Rambo in the upcoming "Rambo IV," said Ben Nedivi of Millennium Films, which is producing the project with Emmett/Furla Films.

The 59-year-old Stallone also intends to bring boxer Rocky Balboa out of retirement. He will write and direct "Rocky Balboa," the sixth film in that franchise, with shooting set to begin next year.



Stallone's going to make a Rocky and a Rambo in sequence? Now, I know this isn't new new news, but I didn't know it was nearly this far along...

And in a row? Two 80s icons revisited.... well, I loved Stallone in Get Carter, for what it's worth.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Keith Parkinson R.I.P.


Keith Parkinson recently passed away due to complications related to leukemia. For those of us who have played Dungeons and Dragons for decades, Keith was one of the artists who raised the bar in the Roleplaying field, and for that matter in the Fantasy/SciFi book cover field as well. He was, like N.C. Wyeth (was in his), one of the great illustrators of the current generation.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Pictures from Selma, AL Updated



Fritz and I went to Selma, Alabama earlier this year to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the Voting Rights Act. In honor of Rosa Parks death, I will post some pictures from our trip.



Pictured above is the Edmund Pettis Bridge where marchers, who supported granting full voting rights to african-americans, were halted and beaten by Alabama State Troopers and local Sheriff deputies on March 7, 1965. On March 9, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. journeyed to Selma and enacted a symbolic march to the bridge in remembrance of Bloody Sunday. Two weeks later a larger gathering would complete the march from Selma to Montgomery begun by the 600 initial marchers.


It didn't take Hurricane Katrina to get me to understand the vast poverty of the South. This Employment Center is in the heart of the "old town" area of Selma, right next to the river (just next to the Edmund Pettis Bridge)


Jimmy Lee Jackson's murder was one of the events that led to the march across Edmund Pettis Bridge. Think the South is a joyful land free of racism? See those red-stained holes? Those are from bullets.


This is a statue inside the St. James Hotel in Selma. The hotel is a pretty nice place in the heart of old town.


The exterior of the St. James Hotel.


The view across the street from the St. James Hotel.


Right after Fritz and I crossed the Edmund Pettis Bridge we saw this remnant of a strip mall. A little further down the road was a former movie theater. We asked around and eventually found out the nearest movie theater was 50 miles from Selma.


This is the Alabama River at dusk. As you can see this is beautiful country, but it is plagued with poverty.

[I have about 100 more pictures, but that should give you an idea of what Selma is like.]

Google Video Rules! Shatner Rules!

I, as you may have guessed by the title of this post, am a very big William Shatner fan. From Star Trek to Boston Legal the man has never failed to entertain me. As much as I love his TV work though, the self depricating humor he displayed in Free Enterprise permanently endeared him to me.

I don't know if you have seen Free Enterprise or not, but one of the themes of the film is that William Shatner wants to make a musical version of Julius Caesar starring only himself. Funny stuff. Anyway...now thanks to the miracle that is Google Video, I present to you William Shatner's Se7en (click on the link below). I hope to G-d this is in Free Enterprise 2: My Big Geek Wedding.


William Shatner does Se7en

A Day Late, But Still Missed Updated


On this day of Creepiness,
When rampant ghoulies run,
and kids go masked about,
Enjoying pagan fun...


Witches feast on human flesh,
While we recall a host,
(A haunt himself in living)
Recently turned ghost...



Scary movies [were] his thing,
(Theater gave '[i]m a try)
Whales of August I liked best.
My favorite was The Fly.



We do request a brief repose,
(A moment should suffice)
of silence just to say,
"So long" to Mr. Vincent Price.



Fine, Silence, and then we get the candy?!



SH!



Yow!


5-27-1911 to 10-25-1993


October 25th, 1993, Vincent Price, a horror film legend, left this mortal coil. The horror films that Vincent Price starred in were not the violent shockfests people so often imagine when they thing of the words "horror film." His films were not about gore, or quick cathartic release of tension, rather they were about fear. H.P. Lovecraft, a pioneer in American "Wierd Fiction", wrote in his essay Supernatural Horror in Literature :

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is the fear of the unknown...their admitted truth must establish for all time the geniuneness and dignity of the wierdly horrible tale as a literary form. Against it are discharged all the shafts of a materialistic sophistication which clings to frequently felt emotions and external events, and of a naively insipid idealism which deprecates the aesthetic motive and calls for a didactic literature to "uplift" the reader toward a suitable degree of smirking optimism...men with minds sensitive to hereditary impulse will always tremble at the thought of the hidden and fathomless worlds of strange life which may pulsate in the gulfs beyond the stars...


This horror of the unknown is the kind of horror that permeated the films of Vincent Price. To be sure some like the Tingler had moments of visual shock, but most of the horror in Price's films was internal to the viewed characters. The audience felt the horror not as an immediate thing which passes when the musical sting chimes, but as a lingering afterthought which remained with the viewer long after the film had been viewed.


An image from The Tingler more akin to modern horror.


Vincent Price and Roger Corman's screen adaptations of Edgar Allen Poe tales are some of the best examples of this lingering kind of fear. With modern special effects making the imagery in The Pit and the Pendulum tame, possibly completely enervated of shock value, in comparison to the slaughter a Jason Voorhees is capable of committing. It is not the violence in Pit which horrifies, it is the thought of what man is capable of doing. This is the best kind of fear, the fear that reminds us as we look into the abyss that the abyss is looking back into us. True fear is horror at the possible meaninglessness of existence and the potential cruelty of man. How horrible is the realization in Fall of the House of Usher that Roderick Usher had accidently put his living sister prematurely into the tomb? The audience who watches this film can imagine both having to dig oneself free of an early grave and the terror of realization Roderick comes to when he realizes what he has done. There but for the grace of G-d go I.

When Price first died, I worried that the "lingering fear" horror tale was dead. I "feared" that all I would be able to watch were gorefests made purely for shock value, but I should have known better. There were already hints that filmmakers knew what kind of fear was most valuable. In John Carpenter's version of the Fog, the horror wasn't that the dead had come back for revenge. It was why they came back, and that it didn't matter who they killed to get the requisite number of victims in compensation. Even a child would have sated their lust for vengeance. There were other films as well, but I would like to focus on what has come since Price died.

The Others, starring Nicole Kidman, is a wonderful example of personal realization bringing horror. Sure there are moments of suspense, but what keeps you talking about the film is the moment of realization. The same goes for Sixth Sense, but I think that the Village with its demonstration of what people will do to create a "just" society is more horrifying. Even if you guess the "twist" in the Village the lengths the Elders go through to maintain the serenity of the village is frightening. Eric Kripke's story about the Boogeyman isn't about gore, it is about how we give power to our fears. The same can be said for the numerous Japanese horror films which have come our way over the past few years. They often contain shocking images, but it is the lingering thoughts of the spitefulness of the dead which have value in the long term. The most Lovecraftian of recent horror tales was The Forgotten in which humankind were naught but play pieces for aliens in a G-dless materialistic universe. Julianne Moore, and all the other characters, were truly helpless against the antagonists and the resolution that she was "okay" isn't cathartic because the threat remains for everyone else.