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Iron Man

I’ve never been a fan of Robert Downey, Jr. Not because of all his personal struggles (though his judgement has certainly been less than impressive many times), but because I felt like he was a one-note actor who could only play smarmy jerks. Also, Iron Man himself has always been a character I could take or leave. I never had much against him, but never sought out his adventures either. Consequently, I wondered if seeing Iron Man would be an unpleasant repeat of the Ghost Rider experience — an actor who annoys me playing a superhero I don’t care about.

Well Robert, all is forgiven. You were fantastic. And Shellhead, you’re more interesting to me than you’ve ever been, thanks to this movie, a note-perfect film distillation of Iron Man comics. The movie does an absolutely stellar job of making Iron Man an emblematic hero for our current historical moment, and makes Stan Lee’s concepts seem smarter and more prescient than they ever were (not that they were dumb!)

Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 7

Season 6 of Buffy was all about degradation — the characters debased themselves, their relationships disintegrated, and the Big Bad herself was a nightmare version of Buffy’s beloved friend. Season 7, on the other hand, exudes synthesis and uplift. “I have so much strength, I’m giving it away,” says Buffy, and strength is what we see, both within and without her. Friendships mend, and it’s once again the strength of Buffy’s team that allows them to fight the forces arrayed against her. The routine of Good vs. Evil battling it out in Sunnydale has become a bit worn by now, and consequently this season can’t quite reach the peaks of the show’s extraordinary middle period (seasons 2-4.) Nevertheless, I was really happy with season 7. It was a satisfying and well-executed end to a terrific journey.

*** And now, all the spoilery specifics ***

Gratis Oryza Sativa

Trrish pointed me to a nifty little site called FreeRice, and the experience was satisfying on several levels. FreeRice offers an unending stream of multiple-choice vocabulary questions: given a word, choose which of four options is its synonym. For every word you get right, 20 grains of rice are donated via the United Nations World Food Program. The money for this comes from fairly unobtrusive banner ads that appear below the test area. I enjoy a vocabulary challenge, so the opportunity to play a fun game while effortlessly doing a little bit of good was a double pleasure. In addition, the site ranks your vocabulary level, so there’s a scoring element, which helps encourage replay. The scores range from 0 to 55, but according to the site, “it is rare for people to get much above level 48.”

Your initial vocab level gets set after you answer your first four questions, and then advances by one for every three words you get right. The first time I played the game, my initial level was set at 40. Almost immediately, I was being given unfamiliar words, trying to piece together their etymological roots, narrowing down options by process of elimination, and generally having a fine time. However, the next time I played, I started out hasty and careless, so I got the first word wrong. Well, my initial level got set at 10 that time, and I then slowly crawled up to my former level.

This got me thinking: what’s the real score on FreeRice? Because I am all game-playey and test-takey, I immediately focused on the vocab level as the place to focus my achievement efforts. However, the session I played when I bombed my first question most certainly contributed more rice, and during that session I came to see that the real score isn’t vocab level, but rather grains of rice donated. I was reminded a bit of games like A Change In The Weather and Little Blue Men; these games offer an initial “win” state early on, but if you accept that win, you’ve missed the point of the game. It was yet another level of satisfaction: not only was I building my word power and donating food, I got to think a little bit about clever game mechanics as well.

After getting my first question wrong, I donated 2340 grains of rice and built my vocab level to 48 before getting another question wrong. Can you beat that?

The Office Season 3

I liked season 1 a lot, and I liked season 2 even more, but season 3 was where I came to really love The Office. The show does many many things well, and at the front of the line are plotting and characterization. The former takes spectacular advantage of continuity to provide some deeply satisfying moments, while the latter provides hundreds of funny and subtly moving gems. As a bonus, the whole thing also provides some fascinating food for thought about the camera-aware culture of Reality Show America.

*** Oompah-loompah-doompity-doilers. If you read on, then you will read spoilers. ***

I’ll manage

I don’t generally post about work here, but I do have both the time and the liberty now to announce the other thing that I couldn’t yet talk about when I was posting about some of the various hurricanes that are happening: I have become a manager. I’ve got one guy reporting to me, and a couple more on the way to doing so.

The promotion took effect on October 1, but it’s been effectively in effect (does that make any sense?) for a few months. In other words, I’ve been more or less acting as and being treated as a manager longer than I’ve been being paid for it. It has coincided with my assignment to an enormous bolus of a project that was supposed to go into production on October 1st, but has slid and is crushing us all. My work (well, combined with parenting) has taken over my life, and left little room for anything else, including, you may have noticed, blog posts.

I’m getting a brief respite this weekend, as my parents have taken Dante and Laura and I are up in the mountains having a retreat. It’s lovely — it feels like reaching the surface to take a breath before diving down to fight the kraken again.

Anyway, this is my first time in a supervisory role (well, of staff anyway. I supervised students, but that was like 10 years ago.) All management tips are welcome. 🙂

Aren’t you dying to know what I’ve read?

It’s meme time again here at >SUPERVERBOSE, this time with a list of books that have to do with something from somewhere, I’m not sure. I’ll bold what I’ve read. Other people have been italicizing what they’ve started but didn’t finish. I have this strange quirk — I always finish. I will finish even the world’s longest, most boring book once I’ve started it. I guess I keep holding out hope that the book will get better.

I have added comments here and there in blue as they occurred to me.

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Anna Karenina
Crime and Punishment
Catch-22
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights (I found this dreadful when I read it in college. I might like it more if I reread it. Or maybe I’d like it less. Who knows? I’m not planning to find out.)
The Silmarillion (This always looked like the world’s dullest tome to me.)
Life of Pi : a novel
The Name of the Rose
Don Quixote
Moby Dick (I think I would have broken my “no-quit” rule in the middle of this one, if not for the fact that I was reading it for a class and I had a fantastic teacher who helped me appreciate even the looooooong whale biology lecture.)
Ulysses
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey (I got one chapter into an IF adaptation of this, actually. I did it as a project for a comp sci class.)
Pride and Prejudice (one of my all-time favorites)
Jane Eyre (but I plan to read it before I read The Eyre Affair, which is on my to-read shelf)
The Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov (I love Dostoyevsky)
Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies
War and Peace
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveler’s Wife
The Iliad
Emma
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations
American Gods (it’s on my to-read shelf, though)
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged
Reading Lolita in Tehran : a memoir in books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
Quicksilver (I liked Cryptonomicon well enough, but I heard middling reactions to this, and my to-read shelf is already groaning, so pursuing the rest of the series is pretty far down on my list.)
Wicked : the life and times of the wicked witch of the West
The Canterbury tales
The Historian : a novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New world
The Fountainhead
Foucault’s Pendulum
Middlemarch
Frankenstein
The Count of Monte Cristo
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys (I don’t own this, but I’ll probably read all the Gaiman that’s waiting on my shelf at once when I get to it, so no doubt I’ll secure it then.)
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath (LOVED IT)
The Poisonwood Bible : a novel
1984
Angels & Demons (It’s on the to-read shelf with the rest of the Gaiman)
The Inferno (I love the Divine Comedy. It was a big influence on me naming my child Dante.)
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde is a pretty big influence on Stevie Nicks. There are a couple of lyrics where she quotes him directly, albeit without attribution. I remember being quite startled as I stumbled upon one of those lines in this book.)
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse (I actually remember very little about the Woolf I’ve read. I found it pretty uninteresting. But I believe I’ve read both this and Mrs. Dalloway sometime during grad school.)
Tess of the D’Urbervilles (I did read Return Of The Native, though, and was not a fan.)
Oliver Twist
Gulliver’s Travels
Les Misérables
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay (Totally on the “to-read” shelf, though)
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune (I liked it, but not enough to pursue the bajillion sequel bricks. My parents, however, are big fans.)
The Prince
The Sound and the Fury
Angela’s Ashes : a memoir
The God of Small Things
A People’s History of the United States : 1492-present
Cryptonomicon (I have distinct memories of reading this on the beach in Mexico.)
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved
Slaughterhouse-five
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake : a novel
Collapse : how societies choose to fail or succeed
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita (easily the most upsetting book on this list, at least among the ones on this list I’ve read)
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics : a rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance : an inquiry into values
The Aeneid
Watership Down (I still think “silflay” when I see bunnies eating at dusk. I get to see that a fair amount, as we have rabbits living next to the parking lot of our office.)
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Hobbit
In Cold Blood : a true account of a multiple murder and its consequences
White Teeth
Treasure Island
David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers

Rilo Kiley in Denver, 9/11/07

I became a Rilo Kiley fan when I heard “Portions For Foxes” a couple of times on my Launchcast station. I loved that song in so many ways — it became one of my favorites of the year, and when I bought the album, I was delighted to find that pretty much the entire thing was great. I resolved then that the next time they came to Denver, I’d see them.

Well, on Sept. 11th they arrived, at a little theater called the Ogden. Unfortunately, they were touring in support of their new album, which I think is Just Okay. The musicianship is still good, and Jenny Lewis’s voice still sounds great, but above all it’s lyrics that I care about, and in that department this album is bland as bland can be. In addition, they seem to have shifted away from indie rock and alt.country to a more generic AOR sound, with disco accents. Not that there’s anything wrong with that sound, mind, but it’s a little less exciting than what they’d been doing previously. Just about any song on More Adventurous is more interesting than the entirety of Under The Blacklight. Really, any verse of “Portions For Foxes” is more interesting than the whole new album.

So their set was focused heavily on new songs, which made the show a little more blah than I wanted it to be. On the other hand, I enjoyed the old stuff quite a lot, and I thought the band in general sounded great and had a good stage presence. There’s a strong meme going around the rock critic world that Rilo Kiley is the new Fleetwood Mac (my taste seems to be consistent, if nothing else), and while I think the comparison is pretty overblown, I could see some similarities at the show. Blake Sennett is like a cross between Lindsey Buckingham and a movie college professor, essaying wild guitar solos into the crowd while dressed in tweeds and bow tie. And Jenny Lewis may not have much on Stevie Nicks lyrically, but she’s got a great voice and she does play an instrument.

The most exciting part of the show for me, though, was the first opening band, a San Diego group called Grand Ole Party (a terrible name, but whatever.) They set up with a guitarist and bass player on either side of a short drum kit. The woman who sat in the center playing the drums was also the lead singer (using a head mic a la Britney Spears), and wow, what a singer. Her name is Kristin Gundred, and she was like one part Moe Tucker, three parts Grace Slick. Her voice is just astonishing, and throughout their set I kept finding that my mouth was literally hanging open. I even bought their CD at the merch booth after the set, which is something I don’t think I’ve ever done before for an opening band. Gundred herself was selling them, and I asked her if she hears the Grace Slick comparison a lot. She said, “well, I was obsessed with Grace when I was 13-14 years old, so it’s not a big surprise.” Keep an eye on this woman — she’s incredibly talented, and if there’s any justice in the world, she’s going to be a big success. (Assuming she doesn’t somehow self-destruct, that is.)

Carquest: *** You have won ***

We have car! We went shopping on Wednesday night while my Mom and Dad took care of Dante. (I have the best parents EVAR, by the way.) A big group of dealerships here (GO, formerly John Elway) had a big event where they brought all their used car inventory to the Pepsi Center, so Laura and I headed over there to scope for used cars. Specifically: Honda or Toyota, under $12K, under 60K miles.

We bought one! It’s a 2001 Honda Civic. It actually has 66K miles on it, but we bought it for only $10,500! WOO! I am so excited about Laura having a new car. Her old one has been not-so-secretly driving me crazy for quite a while now. We had a 3-day grace period in which we could return the car for any reason, so we got it checked out by our mechanic during that time. The verdict: all is well! The car just needed new belts for $120, and now it’s ready to go! YEAH!

We were up LATE that night, because it took a really long time to close the deal. Not that there were problems or anything, it’s just that we asked our sales guy to pull a bunch of information (Carfax, safety ratings, interior space measurements compared to Laura’s old car), and then we had to wait in line a long time to get all the paperwork done once we pulled the trigger. Also, I had to drive back to my folks’ place in Aurora and pick up Dante, though when I got there they said they’d keep him and Mom would bring him up the next morning. Did I mention I have the best parents ever? I decided that night I would go into work late so that I could sleep in and enjoy the Dante-free house.

We brought Laura’s old 1992 Ford Escort in to trade on Friday, and the new era has begun!

Rear view of Laura's car.

Front view of Laura's car.

Carjacked

Well, not really. But we did have some annoying car shopping experiences. We had gone on Friday night to a Honda dealership across the street from us in Westminster, knowing what we wanted: a used Honda or Toyota, with under 60K miles, for under $12,000 (pre-tax & fees). These are fairly stringent requirements, it turns out, and they had exactly one on the lot: a maroon Civic that they decided to mark down from $13,300 to $11,800. We looked at it, we liked it, but we had Dante with us, so we opted to take our test drive the next day.

Trrish was booked to babysit for us that Saturday, in what’s supposed to be our monthly date, but we decided to use that time for this car-shopping instead. The across-the-street dealer was the first one we’d dealt with, so we decided to visit a couple in Boulder and then evaluate our options. One Boulder one had another Civic, but it was more money, with more miles, and unlike the local one, it wasn’t certified (meaning its warranty would last 3 days from purchase instead of 3 years.) The other Boulder one was an outright disaster. They couldn’t have done more things wrong. The salesman completely ignored everything we said, made an offensive comment, and kept trying to steer us towards things outside our requirements (starting with a brand-new Prius!) Plus, they had zero selection, and anyway they were playing country music over their P.A. All in all, we decided, it was time to go back and test drive that maroon Civic.

So we headed back home, ate a bit of lunch, and returned to the dealership… only to find that the car had already sold in the interim. Aaaargh! We were so disappointed. They didn’t have anything else on the lot that even came reasonably close to that car. Our salesman (who we liked well enough) told us, “You know, I debated whether to say, ‘You’d better jump on this, because this car could sell really fast,’ but I didn’t want your first impression of me to be as this high-pressure sales guy.” I told him that was still the right choice.

Then we returned to the Boulder dealership and drove the other Civic, and it turns out Laura felt pretty uncomfortable driving it. Now, she’s been driving her old Ford Escort pretty much exclusively for the last 15 years, so it’s hard to say whether she’d be uncomfortable in any other car. Consequently, our next step is for her to test drive some others, not necessarily within our cost/miles requirements, just to get a feel for some various models. Meanwhile, we’ll be watching the web for the arrival of the next car that fits our criteria, and scrambling to find childcare for Dante so that we can test drive it the very next minute.

It was a major bummer to sacrifice our precious childcare time and end up with nothing to show for it.

New term

In the spirit of “blog = web log”, I give you:

blush = blog crush

I’m not referring to a boy-girl, “let’s go on dates” kind of crush, but rather the feeling you get after reading someone’s blog who is just so so so cool and smart and funny and awesome that you really should be friends with them, except why would somebody as awesome as them be friends with a nobody like you?

My friend Trish has a blush on Derek of Penmachine. For a while there I had a little blush on Jefito.

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