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April 30, 2006

A Blogless Week

It's been a busy week. A big chunk in the middle of last week was filled with a business trip and sales presentation. Plenty to blog about, I suppose, but rather than offer anything substantive, I'll content myself with this photo swiped from Google Earth.

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The skies were brilliantly clear for most of the ride home from our connecting flight from Atlanta. I know we followed the Monongahela and Allegheny Rivers for long stretches of the flight. I must have been sleeping when we flew over Pittsburgh. This is the first geographical feature I was able to positively identify without having to consult map afterward. Any guesses? (It still counts as a geographical feature if it's a man-made structure, right?)

April 21, 2006

Dead Man's Party - Oingo Boingo

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I can't help myself. Thanks to the magic of the iTunes shuffle mode, I heard the tune "Dead Man's Party" last night. On a whim, I downloaded the whole album to my iPod. Since then, I've had a combination of "Dead Man's Party," "No One Lives Forever," and "Weird Science" running around in my head for the past 24 hours.

I first became familiar with this cd during my stint in Columbus where an importunate co-worker force-fed the shop a steady diet of 80's New Wave music. This cd was on a more or less continuous loop during Halloween.

Seriously, the saxophone riff from "No One Lives Forever" has been a particularly nasty earworm today. Since I'm already hooked, I'm temporarily giving my ears over to the genius of Danny Elfman by putting this one into heavy rotation.

April 18, 2006

The New Geek Poetry

Stale.
Trite.
Haikus,
once adored,
have become passé
Now: Fibonaccci poetry.

April 15, 2006

Family Boy

I promised someone a while back that I'd post more about why we think Ben might not be the typical toddler adoptee, especially for having come from China. What follows is purely speculation. I have no extensive knowledge of the Chinese foster care system, I only know what people have told me and what I have read. Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to tour any facilities while I was there, so I'm relying on secondary sources, even when it comes to the history of how my own son was raised.

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All we have is the result. And he is truly remarkable. (Here he is helping me in the preparation of bacon, one our favorite foods.)

We were warned that Ben might have attachment problems, that he might reject us at first based on our American features, or that he might see us as just new caretakers rather than form a deeper parent-child bond. None of this has happened. From the very beginning he understood that I was his father and that Kari was his mother.

The foster care facility in Shenyang seems to have taken extra steps to socialize all of the children there. I was told that teachers would take children home on weekends to expose them to home life; indeed, Ben had a clear understanding of some concepts that I would not have expected had he been confined to only orphanage life for his first three years. I belong to a mailing list for parents adopting from the Shenyang province which provides further evidence for the extraordinary care that thse toddlers receive. I hope that other provinces are advancing just as quickly.

The apocryphal evidence that I obtained while in China suggests that, thanks largely to Western interest in adoption, conditions have improved dramatically for orphaned children. While I was in China I saw several government-sponsored advertisements and brochures encouraging adoption by native Chinese. The stigma of adoption seems to be receding and adoption is providing an opportunity for Chinese families to grow beyond the typical one-child-only restriction.

During our swearing-in ceremony, the US Customs official told us that in 2005, Chinese children adopted by American families achieved a record for adoptions between any two countries during a one-year period. It is a sign of the success Chinese government's recent foster care improvements that this record may stand for some time. During the trip we heard (unofficially) that it will become more annd more difficult to adopt children from China. Waiting periods will increase, fewer healthy babies will be available, greater restrictions on adopting families, more incentives for special needs adoption, etc.

This is the natural progression. Twenty years ago, it was Korea that led the way in international adoptions with the US. As conditions within that country improved, fewer children became available. China is going through this transformation now. Other countries may soon open up their restrictions on international adoptions and the cycle will continue. There couldn't be a more beautiful aspect to the spread of globalization.

April 11, 2006

Thank You For Smoking

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This movie depicts the life of Nick Naylor, chief lobbyist for the tobacco industry. Now, Nick is not a moustache-twirling evil villain bent on destroying the world, but he is only a half-step or so short of that. Here is a guy that is paid big money to lie, as in bald-faced, smiling-into-the-camera lying about the health effects of tobacco.

Except that to some extent, you end up liking the guy. That's the whole point. That's why the tobacco industry hired him in the first place. In one scene, he goes to the house of the Marlboro Man (played by Sam Elliot), now aged, sick, dying of cancer, and bitterly attacking the tobacco company that put him into the saddle with his cigarette. You see Naylor struggling with the task that's been given him: he must deliver a suitcase of money to Marlboro Man and convince him to drop his lawsuit. Except, whoops! He's not really struggling, or at least it doesn't last long, because, well his sales pitch works.

So but did I mention that the movie is hilarious? The poignant moments like the one described above (plus other scenes where you see him struggling to raise his teenaged son) are intermixed with a steady stream of over-the-top satirical humor. Quick example: Naylors only friends are the chief lobbyists for the alcohol and firearms industries (Alchohol-Tobacco-Firearms, get it?) and they refer to themselves as the M.O.D. Squad--as in, Merchants of Death.

Okay, so it's not so funny in print, but that and other tongue-in-cheek hilarity helps keep your spirits up throughout the film. In the end, you are also confronted with one of the core questions of freedom in this country: to what extent do we allow our citizens to make decisions for themselves as opposed to having the government act as babysitter?

On the way out of the theater, I noticed about three-quarters of the audience exhibited various forms of good cheer, laughing smiling, animatedly discussing the movie. The othe 25 percent sat in their seats looking grim. I'm guessing that the satire was lost on these people.

April 6, 2006

My Ears Can Hardly Wait

RIJF artist lineup has been announced. Man, the selection looks tasty. The key question: shell out for the big acts (the Godfather of Soul, McCoy Tyner, Wayne Shorter) or concentrate on the lesser known acts? Kilbourn Hall continues to house some great shows, such as Charlie Hunter on opening night, Kenny Garrett on closing night, plus Mose Allison and Cedar Walton in between.

Local artists of note include Jeff Campbell, Bob Sneider, and Bill Dobbins, among others.

As for the rest, I've only checked out three so far, but all are immediately on my list: BraamDeJoodeVatcher, e.s.t., and Papa Grows Funk.

In addition to the RIJF website, you can catch the latest festival news over at Jazz@Rochester.

Syrup

by Maxx Barry

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I had a lot of fun reading this book, even though I breezed through it in just two days. A friend at work, as he was lending it to me, tried to describe it for me and couldn't. I'm not sure I can do much better, but I'll give it a shot: think Elmore Leonard on benzedrine plus a smattering of Tom Robbins.

No, that won't work. Here, let me try something else. See, the lead character's name is Scat. His love interest, who also happens to be his business partner, is named 6. Their nemesis and his ex-roommate is Sneaky Pete. Sneaky Pete's assistant is @. (Yes, her name is @.) They all work, in one form or another, for Coca-Cola. The book revolves around their attempts to climb the corporate ladder while, as often and as treacherously as possible, stabbing each other in the back.

Okay, okay. It's a satire. A dystopian view of corporate culture and general marketing sleaziness.

Umm, get the idea?

April 2, 2006

Children's Classics - Leonard Bernstein (narr.)

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This is a cd, narrated by Leonard Bernstein, takes kids through Prokofiev's Peter and the Wolf, Saint-Saen's Carnival of the Animals, and Britten's Young Person's Guide to the Orchestra. We had played this cd for Ben, mainly for the Carnival of the Animals bit, but when we learned that he would be taking a field trip with his preschool class to see a local youth ballet group perform Peter and the Wolf, we made sure to play that for him as well.

I hadn't heard it in a while, but, man, that is a seriously scary story for a young kid. As soon as the French horns started up, Ben's eyes got big and he climbed into my lap for protection. The bassoons were hardly any better, especially since Kari was acting out the parts (a bit too dramatically, perhaps). Although he seemed to be mostly enjoying himself, by the time the wolf had eaten the duck, Ben was so distraught that we had to stop the cd.

A couple of days later we listened the whole way through sans Kari's pantomime and he seemed to thoroughly enjoy about 80% of it and this time was only creeped out by the remaining 20%. When the wolf began snapping at the bird, he covered his ears and told us he didn't like that part, so we fast forwarded to the hunter's entrance.

All of this made me a little skeptical about sending him to see this in person, until I learned that the piece he would be seeing was going to be performed by 4- through 12-yr-olds. Obviously, they didn't portray anything too psychologically damaging and Ben was filled us in on all of the details: the cat climbing the tree, Peter catching the wolf by the tail, etc. He didn't mention the duck being eaten; maybe he closed his eyes at that point.

We played the cd again tonight at his request and he chickened out again when the wolf first appeared. So we watched Bob the Builder instead.

April 1, 2006

that new car smell

polyester suit
and quiet desperation:
scent of a salesman

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