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July 27, 2007

Marion!

It's confirmed: Karen Allen is reprising her role as Marion Ravenwood in Indy IV. Here's a photo of the cast that was revealed yesterday at Comic-Con:

The cast of Indy IV

My enthusiasm for this project continues to grow... I think Karen looks great, and it's good to see her alongside Steven and Harrison again. It's like a reunion of long-estranged family members or something. Click the photo to enlarge, click through for more Indy goodness!


Here's one of Steven and Karen on location in Hawaii:

Steven and Karen on location for Indy IV

And here's what may or may not be a for-real teaser poster for the movie. It's unmistakably Drew Struzan's artwork, so I'd say it's very likely the real thing:

IndyIv_poster.jpg

I'll have to get one of those for the Bennion Archives, if it is the real deal.

In other Indy IV-related news, Dark Horse Comics, which published a number of four- and six-issue Indiana Jones mini-series in the early '90s, will launch a new series in '08 to coincide with the release of the movie. They'll also be doing omnibus collections of their earlier Indy titlesand (interestingly enough) reprinting the old Indy comics produced by Marvel back in the early '80s. (And why not? Dark Horse did a nice job with reprinting Marvel's Star Wars series a few years ago. Getting those new omnibus editions will enable me to finally seal away my original comics in those nitrogen-filled display cases I've had my eye on...)

And finally, Lucasfilm has revamped its official Indiana Jones site. It's all Flash-animated and non-copyable or linkable, which sucks big-time, but there's some nice content there, including photos, videos, and some cool desktops. One thing that's got me wondering: the splash page features Indy's hat and whip hanging over the corner of a large wooden crate. The crate is marked "Property of Dr. Jones," but I wonder... where else in the Indy movies have we seen such a crate? And would it be really cool or really lame for Indy to run across that one familiar crate again? Think carefully before you answer, because I'm really not sure how I feel about it...


Couple of Web Toys

Just a couple of curiosities that are apparently making their way around the interweb this morning:

First, courtesy of Brian Greenberg, an interesting little resource called WalkScore.com, which tells you how walkable your neighborhood is based on the proximity of stores, restaurants, and other destinations. I figured the Bennion Compound would rank very low, since the area is basically just a suburban wasteland, but to my surprise, it scored fairly well, 75 out of 100. My local grocery store is 0.42 miles away, and Starbucks isn't much farther at only 0.44 miles from my door. The Riverton Library is a no-brainer -- I can see it from my back yard, but it's interesting to know that it is 0.15 miles away. The Lazy Dog Saloon is just up the street (0.22 miles) if I feel a sudden need to drink Coors, listen to country-western music, and lose a tooth, and oddly enough, there's supposedly a sushi place only 0.2 miles from me. I didn't know about that one; I might have to go exploring later.

Not surprisingly, my downtown workplace scored higher (but not as much higher as I would've expected), coming in at 86 out of 100, while the area around The Girlfriend's apartment earns a relatively dismal 49 out of 100.

Moving along, Jaquandor turned me on to another of those personality quiz doohickies, something called Personal DNA. My results are below:

Supposedly, you can mouse over any of those colored squares above and learn something about what they mean, but it doesn't seem to be working on my computer. Something about the Firefox browser perhaps...

Have You Ever Seen the Rain?

After a long stretch of crazy-making days in which the temperature topped 100 degrees and the humidity hovered somewhere around "Sahara," the skies finally started taking pity on us poor Salt Lakers earlier this week. It's rained on four successive evenings, but the first three nights saw only tentative overtures to last night's symphony. Some areas -- like The Girlfriend's apartment complex -- got pummelled by hurricance-style thundershowers and hail, but here at the Bennion Compound, it was simply a good, steady downpour, exactly the sort of cleansing, nourishing rain I've been craving for ages. It was accompanied by a constant spectacle of lightning that would've made Nicola Tesla squeal with delight, and roars of thunder that were loud enough to feel in your belly. I love storms like that...

When I was a kid, my dad used to roust me out of bed in the middle of the night to come sit on the front porch and watch them with him. Dad and I have always had trouble finding common ground -- I was a studious bookworm while he worked with his hands and had little inclination toward flights of fancy -- but we've always shared a love of the summer "monsoons," the big storms that roll across the state around the beginning of August. I never feared lightning and thunder the way many kids do, because my dad taught me that they were all part of the show.

He and mom are out of town this weekend, off in Nevada somewhere at one of their gatherings of antique car enthusiasts. As I sat on my front porch last night, watching the rain come down and sipping scotch whiskey, feeling the accumulated tension of several weeks flowing out of my shoulders and neck as smoothly as the water swelling in the gutter out front, I missed him.

July 26, 2007

Another Blade Runner Update

Here's something else I'm obsessing over lately: the upcoming DVD release of Blade Runner: The Final Cut. (Actually, I'm obsessed with the fact that all the earlier, non-digitally-enhanced versions of this movie will be made available along with this revised version, just like the fans desire, unlike a certain other highly desirable landmark film of the science fiction persuasion, whose fans apparently don't have a voice in the matter...)

The crew from The Digital Bits is currently at the legendary Comic-Con convention in San Diego (which these days covers a lot more than just comics), and they've just posted up the official details of the release, including photos of the two-disc, four-disc, and "Deckard's briefcase" variants. The details generally match what I already posted a while back, but clear up (for you non-fanatics in the audience) what the differences between the movie versions are and describe exactly which features are included in which set. I'm pleased to see that I won't be forced to buy the briefcase full of unnecessary doodads in order to get the original theatrical cut of the movie. (I am kind of bummed that the legendary Work Print will only be available in the briefcase set, but I've reached a point where I just don't need all the little premiums and the oddball packaging cluttering up my place. If it won't fit nicely on a shelf with all the other standardized cases -- reference my experience with The Big Stupid Cylon Head -- then I don't want it. And while I'm curious about the Work Print, it's really not enough to justify the aggravation of finding someplace to store the oddball package. He said bravely, knowing there was still a good chance he'd cave and buy the damn thing anyway.)

All three variants of Blade Runner will be out on December 18th. A little late for a Christmas gift, but maybe you can buy it for yourself with the money you get every year from your favorite auntie, and watch it on New Year's Day instead of football...

In other news, The Bits is also reporting a rumor that Lucasfilm is going to make some kind of DVD-related announcement at the con, and naturally there's speculation that it involves the long-promised "Ultimate Edition Star Wars Saga" Set. But you guys know where I stand on that: if there's no anamorphic transfer of the unrevised original film, then there's no sale here.

Amusing Birth Announcement

I'm not one to get all gooey over news of someone successfully procreating, especially someone I don't personally know, but I thought Telstar Logistic's "press release" this morning was both clever and funny:

PRESS RELEASE

TELSTAR LOGISTICS LAUNCHES NEXT GENERATION BRAND EXTENSION

Genetic Technology Yields Robust, Scalable, Cute New Life

SAN FRANCISCO, Calif. - 25 July, 2007 Telstar Logistics Genetics Systems, working in collaboration with the Biological Imperative Group and Evolutionary Optimization Inc., is proud to announce the successful launch and deployment of our newest brand extension, Miel Avril Lappin.
...

A state-of-the-art newborn, Miel is equipped with the latest onboard diagnostic and maintenance technologies, including fully autonomic respiratory, circulatory, and waste-disposal systems, as well as pre-installed grasping and suckling subroutines. A built-in acoustic alarm alerts the executive team when ambient conditions are sub-optimal, and the user interface is calibrated for maximum cuteness.

He goes on in that vein for a bit; it's worth a glance and a chuckle. I especially liked that bit about the acoustic alarm for sub-optimal conditions...

The Price of Potter

OK, you know you've been reading too much Harry Potter when you're proofing a technology-related document at work, you start reading a sentence that begins, "Defense against viruses," and your mind sees it as "Defense Against the Dark Arts."

And I'm still only on Book 5. Somebody help me...

July 25, 2007

Klytus, I'm Bored...

Yes, I'm obsessing. We fanboys do that from time to time...

The cool thing about this clip -- the opening titles from the 1980 Flash Gordon feature film, in case you didn't know -- is the artwork that appears in and among the credits. That's taken from the original comic-strip by Alex Raymond, my friends, the medium where Flash was born. It's neat stuff, I think, and I'd love to see a live-action movie or television series that was truly faithful to the look. That's what I was hoping to see in the new Sci-Fi Channel series. Maybe in the next remake...

TV Title Sequences: The New Adventures of Flash Gordon

In yesterday's blatheration about the new Flash Gordon series, I made several references to previous versions of the story. The best known of these are, of course, the 1930s-vintage movie serials starring Buster Crabbe, and the 1980 feature film with the so-cheesy-it's-awesome soundtrack by the rock group Queen. However, there have also been a number of Flash television shows over the years, including an animated version that debuted in 1979. Known variously as The New Adventures of Flash Gordon, The Adventures of Flash Gordon, or just plain Flash Gordon, this series was a weekly Saturday-morning must-see for me:

This series is available on DVD, but honestly, I'm half-afraid to watch it again, because it might not hold up to my adult scrutiny and I don't want to ruin a fond memory. Even so, there are a lot of things in that clip above that still look good to me: rocketships, robots, ray guns, alien creatures, exotic landscapes, giant drilling machines tunneling beneath the ground, and scantily clad women with swords in hand... ah, now that's Flash Gordon, in all its pulpy, comic-strippy glory! Somehow, I doubt the Sci-Fi Channel's take on the material will quite live up to this standard...

July 24, 2007

All We Have to Do is Save the Universe...

Arg! I have several longer entries that I'd like to finish and get posted up here, but naturally my days have been too hectic recently to allow that. So, in lieu of writing anything genuinely interesting, allow me to direct you to this preview of the Sci-Fi Channel's upcoming Flash Gordon series.

The trailer doesn't show you very much, but my first impression is that it looks promising. I'm getting a definite sense of cliffhanger-style derring-do, although that could just be an artifact of fast editing and the proper choice of music. (I must admit, I started grinning like an idiot when I noticed the "dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-Flash!-Ah-aaaahhh!" in the background. I hope they actually use some of the old Queen theme song in this new show, and that it's not just a tease to get us thirtysomething fanboys all hyped up.)

I have heard some rumors that I'm not happy about, namely that Flash and his sidekicks reach the planet Mongo via some kind of stargate, rather than aboard a rocketship as in every previous version of Alex Raymond's venerable tale. Also, the new series will apparently lack many of the familiar supporting characters from the earlier versions -- no Barin, Aura, Fria, Thun, or Vultan, and probably no hawkmen or floating city in the sky either. In short, many of the elements that distinguish Flash Gordon in the first place. I find myself wondering yet again, as I did when I first saw the new Battlestar Galactica, exactly how much you can get away with changing before a remake should more properly be allowed to develop into a whole new (if somewhat similar) property, with a different title and different characters.

On the positive side, however, a glance through Sci-Fi's gallery of publicity stills turns up a number of Flash Gordon-y images, including some good, old-fashioned female pulchritude and our hero in pulpy peril. Oh, and I've heard that the producers have approached Sam J. Jones, the 1980 Flash, about doing a cameo or longer guest appearance. That sort of thing makes me happy; it's like when the 1979 Buck Rogers series included a role for Buster Crabbe, the original Buck and Flash. While some may dismiss these inclusions as stunts calculated to draw fans of the older version, I think they demonstrate that the producers of the new version respect what came before them. It's a decent thing to do for the older actors, and for fanboys like me who still revere the originals, it's fun and heartwarming.

The new Flash is set to premiere on August 10.

July 23, 2007

No More Bat Boy

Damn it! I just heard that the Weekly World News -- that most outrageous of supermarket tabloids, the one which brings us vital updates on the impending end of the world as well as the latest adventures of Bat Boy -- is ceasing publication in only a few short weeks.

The WWN is utterly ridiculous, of course -- is there anyone, even in the farthest reaches of the Ozarks, who actually believes anything they read in its pages? -- but it's always brought me some much-needed amusement as I stood in line at the checkout stand with the Muzak boring into my skull and my eyeballs burning from the flourescent overheads. I'm going to miss seeing which politicians are meeting with the aliens this month...

One note of interest: the article I linked to above says that WWN "...was also known as a reliable source of paychecks for science fiction and fantasy writers looking to make a few extra bucks." I always wondered where that stuff came from.

Expelliarmus!

Even Vader needs to know who dies!

I think I must be the last person in the Northern Hemisphere to jump on the Harry Potter bandwagon. (Or should I say the Hogwart's Express? Nah, that would be way too clever and precious, and may even induce vomiting in some of my more sensitive readers...) I simply haven't had much interest in reading children's books, nor have I been able to quite fathom all the grown-ups I've seen on the train who seem utterly engrossed by them.

However, I'm a sucker for a good pop-cultural groundswell, and with the final book and fifth movie in the series debuting in the last few days, and the constant buzz of excitement coming from practically everybody I meet, well, I've finally given in. I started reading the series for the first time a few weeks back (I just began Book 5 today), and yes, I did attend one of the midnight release events on Friday. I'll be writing more about my experiences with Harry soon.

In the meantime, I was really amused to see that not even Sith Lords are immune from hype. No matter what one may think of J.K. Rowling's writing style or the stories themselves -- Harold Bloom, I'm thinking of you, you sour-pussed old killjoy snob -- you cannot deny that this weekend was a remarkable, watershed event. Millions of copies of the same book were distributed all around the world in a single weekend, a good percentage of them in a single night, and a significant number of those books were read cover-to-cover before Monday morning. That's almost unbelievable. Has there ever been any other mass entertainment that has come so close to being a ubiquitous experience, i.e., something that everyone was doing? Maybe the mini-series Roots back in the '70s, or the initial surge of Star Wars's popularity (although both of those played out across longer timeframes than this single, three-day orgy of reading...), but I'm not sure even those things were so big. It's truly mind-boggling, and I doubt it will ever be repeated.

(Credit where it's due: the photo came from here -- I also like the one of Vader in the shower -- and there's an explanation of that photo set here.)

The Latest Book Meme

Scalzi is feeling testy today, as you can see in this book meme he's cooked up:

1. Open the book you're currently reading to page 133.

2. Read the fourth line on the page.

3. Put the book back where it had been resting.

4. Tell no one of what it was you just did.

5. Think of five friends to tag with this meme.

6. Do not actually tag them. They are busy and have lives.

7. Go about your life as if nothing has happened.

8. Carry the secret of this meme to your grave.

So did I perform this particular meme? No one will ever know...

July 21, 2007

What's in Your Faucet?

Well, here's a small feather in my home town's cap: a pair of wine tasters have declared that Salt Lake's tap water tastes best out of the 12 cities whose water they tested for a recent segment on The Today Show. The other cities they considered include Portland (Oregon, I assume, since this list seems to work its way east), San Francisco, Dallas, St. Louis, Phoenix, Chicago, Cleveland, Memphis, Boston, Miami and Columbia, South Carolina.

While I'm not about to dispute any positive press that comes this way -- we Utahns have to put up with a whole lot of jokes and snide remarks about our fair state and our, ahem, unique local culture -- I would like to know specifically where in the Salt Lake area the sample came from. It certainly wasn't from my neighborhood, where the water is so hard that you can watch the mineral deposits swirl in a freshly drawn glass. Mmmmm, tasty! And chewy!

July 18, 2007

Something That Bugs Me: "Loose" vs. "Lose"

Here's another of those trivial things that no one else seems to mind, but which drive me certifiably bats: people writing the word "loose" when they really mean "lose."

I don't know if this is just a Utah thing, or if people from other parts of the country do it, too, but it certainly seems to be endemic in these parts. I see it all over the place: in comments on the Salt Lake Tribune's web site (which is actually what inspired this post today), in e-mails from friends (no offense, kids), and in letters and diaries written years ago by dead relatives. I could understand it if folks were simply spelling the word the way it sounded when spoken, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Utahns pronounce "lose" with the proper "z" sound (i.e., "looz" ) in conversation, but when they write it down, they frequently use "loose" (i.e., "looce"), and I gotta tell you, as somebody who spends all day correcting written mistakes for a living, it's maddening.

So, let's have a little remedial lesson, shall we? "Lose" is a verb, as in "to lose," as in "I hope the Utah Jazz don't lose the big game." (Don't worry, they probably will.) "Loose," on the other hand, is an adjective, a descriptor of something else, as in "That screw is loose," or "She's a loose woman." Now, what's so tough about that?

July 17, 2007

Panhandler Tactic of the Week

Walking down Main this afternoon during my lunchtime constitutional, I was accosted by the usual crew of vagabonds hoping for a hand-out: the crazy, filthy guy who wears insulated ski pants year-round, regardless of the temperature (which is in the high 90s today; needless to say, it isn't always your sense of sight that first detects Ski-Pants Dude); the pair of young buskers who manage to play their violins well enough to avoid giving passers-by the nails-on-chalkboard squirmies; and the overweight, greasy-haired woman who's been claiming to be homeless and pregnant for about 18 months now.

But I also saw a new face along "panhandler's row," a youngish guy with no shirt, probably about college age, who looked fairly clean aside from a goatee that more closely resembled a shubbery than an actual beard. He sat on one of the large, decorative planters that line the street in this area, totally at ease in the shade of the tree overhead. Like so many others, he held a scrap of cardboard with an entreaty for cash scribbled on it in Magic Marker. But this guy, unlike so many others, went for humor instead of pathos. His sign read:

Running 4 Mayor. Campaign contributions welcome.

I had no change to give him, but I made eye contact and said, "That's a good sign, at least." He smiled back and nodded, like he was letting me in on some kind of secret...

July 16, 2007

Profile of Melvin

If you, like me, are interested in the strange, sad tale of Melvin Dummar, Howard Hughes, and the so-called "Mormon Will," check out this profile of Melvin in today's Salt Lake Tribune. I think it provides a reasonably balanced overview of Melvin's life and his claims about meeting Hughes, neither supporting nor denouncing him but simply presenting the evidence -- which, at this point in time, is mostly hearsay -- for both points of view. As I've said before, I personally think he's on the level about giving Hughes a ride, and I also think it's plausible that the Mormon Will was the real thing. That said, I highly doubt he's going to see any of the money he's now trying to so desperately to sue out of Howard's surviving heirs. Even though Melvin's experience with Howard sounds like something out of a movie, in real life the little guys almost never win the fight and earn their reward in the end. The odds are too much against them. But I do love them for trying...

July 15, 2007

Cross-Blogination

Just finishing up a little business here with a couple of fellow bloggers.

First of all, it looks like Brian Greenberg actually took me up on my challenge to do the Meme of Five; his answers are here, and they are both revealing and amusing... A navy blue tuxedo with light blue ruffles indeed!

I'd also like to note that Brian wrote a few words about that fire at Este Pizza, and he pledged to send a little cash to Dave Heiblim, Este's owner. I'm sure Dave much appreciates your help, Brian, and I'd like to say thanks myself. That's a damn decent thing for you to do for someone you've never met and who lives three-quarters of a continent away.

Moving right along, Jaquandor recently did an interesting meme in which somebody emailed him five interview questions tailored specifically to him. Jaquador then offered to return the favor to anyone who was interested. I, of course, said sure, shoot me five. Just one thing, though: I think he actually had some other Jason in mind when he formulated his questions for me. Still, I'm always game to give these things a try. My efforts to respond to some oddly inappropriate questions follow the break:

Questions for Jason!

1. What will it take to get you blogging regularly? I mean, really regularly?

Well, let's see... I penned seven entries last week, and posted three items on Friday alone. Isn't that regular enough?

Truthfully, I wish I did have more time to putter around with this blog. I'd like to write longer, more in-depth type entries instead of so many link-o-ramas and short little silly bits. But my current schedule simply doesn't permit it. I just hope that what I do manage to put up is interesting to my readers... all three of you.

2. I haven't been there in years, so are there good bookstores in Cedar Falls/Waterloo now?

Well, I've never been to Cedar Falls or Waterloo, so I really can't say. Here in Salt Lake, though, we've got a couple of cool independent bookstores that have managed to survive the incroachment of the national chains. There's Sam Weller's downtown, which is the bookstore I frequent most often these days. It's changed considerably since I first discovered it back in college, and I must admit, I actually preferred it back then, back when the basement was a dimly lighted, vaguely claustrophobic labyrinth of improvised shelves stacked floor-to-ceiling with cheap used volumes. You can still get second-hand books at Sammy's, but the basement has been opened up, organized, and better illuminated; it's just not the same. I also like The King's English on 15th South and 15th East, although sadly, it's not very convenient for me anymore. And of course there's Ken Sanders Rare Books, a fascinating place if you're at all interested in the early days of Salt Lake City and/or Mormonism. Not to mention groovy Sixties vintage rock and roll posters...

3. How do you respond to people who say that poetry is dead?

I am probably one of those people who would say that poetry is dead, if anyone were ever to ask me. Honestly, I don't know much about poetry -- it wasn't something I enjoyed in school, and I don't think I've actually read a poem (not counting the odd song lyric or the occasional quotation in a work of prose fiction) since the early 1990s. My own personal tastes and/or ignorance aside, however, I just don't see that it has any sort of presence in American culture these days. I think it hangs on in a vestigial form as a tiny niche market for intellectuals and academics.

4. Am I deluded in thinking that at least some of the poetry in Lord of the Rings is good stuff?

Respectfully, Jaquandor, I would have to say yes. Keeping in mind the caveat that poetry isn't my thing (see above), and also at the risk of alienating my friend Cranky Robert, our resident Lord of the Rings fan and expert, I didn't find any of the poetry in LOTR memorable or enjoyable. I'm afraid I'm one of those philistinic readers who skipped right over the songs and the poems to get back to the action.

5. Where are the most physically beautiful parts of Iowa?

No idea, but I can tell you my picks for the most beautiful parts of Utah: I think the Wastach Front, the most populated and urbanized part of the state, is incredibly dramatic, with the craggy mountains looming over the city to the east and the Great Salt Lake to the west. Drive up any of the Wasatch canyons and you'll discover alpine woods, more amazing geology, and, frequently, crystal clear and teeth-achingly cold reservoirs and lakes. Along the "Wastach Back," i.e., the eastern side of the mountains that buttress Salt Lake, you'll find high mountain valleys containing running streams and hay fields. West of Salt Lake, the Bonneville Salt Flats are an astounding exercise in vastness and tricks of perception (if you saw Pirates 3, you saw them standing in for Davy Jones' Locker). And, of course, down in the southeastern corner of the state is the red-rocks landscape that is so heavily touted by the tourism industry. The town of Moab and nearby Arches National Park are amazing places, well deserving of their international reputations, and Bryce Canyon is downright unearthly.

And there you have it. Not quite the answers Jaquandor was expecting, perhaps, but hopefully satisfactory ones...

July 13, 2007

Jones and Son

Here's something I've been meaning to put up for a few days, another snapshot from the set of Indiana Jones IV:

Dr. Jones and son.

I like this shot a lot. I think Indy looks much more "old mannish" here than he did in the one of him in his "work clothes" -- in fact, I think his suit looks a lot like the one that Connery wore as Henry, Sr., in Last Crusade, perhaps deliberately so -- but there's a great period feel here, and it's a neat bike. I still haven't heard any confirmation that Shia LaBeouf is playing Indy's son, but I see a look of both Harrison Ford and Karen Allen in his features, so I feel comfortable in assuming that's who he's supposed to be. I suppose it could be a case that Indy thinks this might be his son, only to learn otherwise at the end, but I have a feeling we're looking at a Kirk-and-David-Marcus scenario here. And the rumor that John Hurt is playing Abner Ravenwood -- Marion's father, and possibly-Indy-Jr.'s-grandfather -- only adds to my suspicions. We'll see, I suppose. I hate to admit it because I was so opposed the idea of doing another Indy flick, but I'm really starting to get enthused about this...

Click the picture for the big view. More photos from the location shooting in New Haven, CT, can be found here and here.

On a Happier Note...

...there's a giant rubber duckie floating around the Loire Estuary in France:

I will admit that many modern art installations leave me utterly baffled and sometimes even offended at their inscrutability, but this thing is just... charming. And maybe that's the best thing art can do sometimes, to simply bring a smile to one's face. Especially at times when everything else in the world seems to be teetering on the edge of Eternal Suckiness.

Dickheads for Christ

Jesus says

Sorry about the offensive title, but I myself find the behavior that provoked it about a thousand times more offensive than that common vulgarism. If you haven't heard, a trio of Christian whack-jobs disrupted the opening prayer on the floor of the Senate yesterday because they thought having it delivered by a Hindu -- a historical first, by the way -- was an "abomination." Now, leaving aside any personal beliefs or questions of theology or "truth," this sort of thing is quite simply rude; shouting down a soft-spoken man who's just trying to say a few nice words that he was invited to say is a rotten thing to do, and no amount of bone-headed posturing about "gross idolatry" can excuse that. If you watch the video of the incident, the poor Hindu guy looks absolutely mortified, not to mention a little bit scared. These moronic fundamentalist protesters -- who strike me as the moral and would-be practical equivalent of the dreaded Taliban -- are entitled to their opinions and beliefs, of course, but their actions are totally unacceptable under those circumstances, little different than walking up to some guy who's minding his own business and poking him in the eye. Their actions are also, in my book, bigoted and un-American.

Look, let's run through it again for the slow-witted kids in the back, shall we? The United States is not, never was, and (I hope) never will be a Christian nation in the sense that those jokers mean. The founding fathers represented a spectrum of attitudes toward religion and God; many of them were Deists, an eminently rational belief system that holds that there is a God, but that He doesn't involve himself in the affairs of we puny humans. (For the record, I count myself as agnostic, i.e., officially undecided on the God issue, but on my more spiritual days, I tend toward a Deist perspective.) Certainly they were not born-agains, or Dominionists, or any other kind of "Christian" that those people in the Senate yesterday would recognize as legitimate.

In the centuries since the original European colonies were established on these shores, this country has drawn all varieties of Protestants, as well as Catholics and Jews and Buddhists and Hindus and, yes, even Muslims. And we've cooked up some home-grown faiths of our own, including my own locally dominant church, the Latter-Day Saints (who, I understand, the Christian whack-jobs loathe and fear as much as those scary foreign Hindus and Muslims).

The motto "In God We Trust," which appears on our currency and which these "Christdicks" -- as John Scalzi has dubbed them (and from whom I ganked the image above) -- get so defensive about, was coined (forgive the pun) in the dark, communist-fearing days of the Cold War. But a much older and more accurate motto for these United States is "E pluribus unum" -- "Out of many, one." That one first appeared on our money in the year 1795, and it's been on The Great Seal of the United States since 1782.

To get, at long last, to my point, this country is a diverse one, and it always has been. The Founding Fathers realized this; they acknowledged it right there in the earliest days of our nation, even before the Constitution, by scribbling that little bit of Latin on our Great Seal. It's the thing that first made America great and unique in world history, and I suspect Thomas Jefferson would've been thrilled to see Chaplain Rajan Zed on the floor of the Senate yesterday, if for no other reason than he would've been intellectually curious about the man's beliefs. And he would've been positively incensed at the discourteous, uncivil, boorish behavior of these so-called Christians (who I don't believe Christ would be too happy with, either, since the whole point of Christ's teachings -- as I understand them, anyway -- was to be respectful of your neighbors).

Now, you can certainly argue that the U.S. is predominantly Christian, in the generic sense of that word. It undeniably is. You can also argue over what is and is not "true," and what is and is not acceptable for display on the floor of the Senate. But I don't see how you can justify behaving like such ill-mannered asses in the name of religion, in a country that has enshrined freedom of religion as one of its primary tenets. I also don't see how you can logically insist that any faith that exists in this wide country of ours should not be represented in "the people's house," i.e., the Capitol Building. Common decency and good manners demand that we give respect to our fellow citizens, regardless of their beliefs, even if we disapprove of those beliefs.

If, however, you just can't help but be offended at the thought of a representative of a particular faith -- be it Hinduism, Mormonism, or even Scientology -- delivering the prayer that precedes a Senate session, then maybe the best solution to the problem is not to try to exclude specific faiths from doing the job, but rather to do away with prayer in the Senate. Make the government religion-neutral and relegate matters of faith entirely to the personal sphere instead of the public one. Then there will be no possible chance of "gross idolatry" in that setting.

But that would probably make too much sense, wouldn't it?

July 12, 2007

The Road Island Diner from Rhode Island

Vintage diner coming to Oakley, Utah.

A number of items from the Department of Changing Landscapes have caught my eye in recent days, but one in particular makes me a very happy boy indeed: I've learned that there is a genuine 1940s-vintage diner on its way to Utah even as I type this, the very one you see in the photo above.

I confess, I have a deep affection for old-tymey cafes and greasy spoons, the sorts of places where both of my grandmothers slung hash and where men in hats hunched over their eggs and coffee at long counters while they read the latest news about the War in Europe. There aren't many such places left in Utah, and the ones that do still endure tend to be pretty far from the Wasatch Front, out in the small outpost towns of the state's hinterlands. (I recommend Mom's Cafe in Salina, if you ever find yourself in Salina for some reason.) As far as I know, however, Utah never had a diner like the one in the photo above, one of those streamlined prefab jobs that resemble train cars and turn up in period movies like, well, Diner.

(We do have Ruth's Diner, which was built inside an old Salt Lake City trolley, but it's really not the same thing. The classic diners celebrated by the American Diner Museum were built in factories, not retrofitted from actual train cars, and in any event, the various additions to Ruth's have so effectively hidden the original trolley at the core of the building that you really have to look to see it. None of which diminishes my love for the place; it's great food in a great location, and with a colorful history to boot.)

According to the article I linked above, the diner that's coming to Utah was built in 1939 and has spent most of its lifetime in Rhode Island. It was sold to make room for a national-chain doughnut shop -- an all-too common story, something old and cool getting displaced by the generic, ubiquitous, and tacky -- and is one of only about 1,200 survivors out of the 6,000 or so similar eateries that once dotted the East Coast and Midwest. Its new home will be Oakley, Utah, a small town in the mountains east of Park City. That's a fair jaunt from Salt Lake -- probably about 90 minutes or two hours of driving -- but it'll be worth it to enjoy a nice big slab of meatloaf in a place like this. Especially since the original interior (pictured below) is mostly intact, and the new owner plans to restore what isn't to its original specs.

The diner's interior.

The "Road Island Diner," as Oakley's new tourist attraction is to be known, is scheduled to be up and running by spring of next year. I'm hoping to be doing a little bit of time travelling right afterwards...

Quote of the Day

I love this one:

UK military spokesman Major Mike Shearer said: "We can categorically state that we have not released man-eating badgers into the [Basra] area [of Iraq].

Man-eating badgers? There's a bio-weapon I haven't heard about...

July 10, 2007

Telstar

Hm, here's an interesting bit of trivia: today is the 45th anniversary of the launch of Telstar, the world's first communications satellite. We take instantaneous global connectivity pretty much for granted these days -- think about how routinely TV news programs like The Today Show interview people who are on the other side of the planet, or how easy it is to make a phone call to another continent -- but I imagine such stuff must've seemed dowright miraculous in 1962. That must've been such an exciting time to be alive, what with all the boundaries expanding and miracles happening right and left. They're still happening today, of course, but I don't think we notice so much. Today's miracles are far more subtle, and more integrated into our daily lives. Indeed, we've come to expect new miracles on a regular basis, and we get really impatient if they don't work quite the way we want them to.

Telstar Logistics blogs about his namesake here, and he includes some fascinating links and factoids. For instance, I did not know that Telstar is still up there, an orbitting piece of space junk that's been dead since its electronics failed in February of 1963. I thought it surely must've re-entered and burned up years ago. I don't know why, but I think it's really cool that it's still there...

July 9, 2007

Fire at Este Pizza!

It's been a while since I mentioned The Great Simple Tricks Pizza Challenge, that crazy scheme hatched by Chenopup and Brian Greenberg to somehow fly a pie from Salt Lake's own Este Pizza Company to New York City to see how it stacks up against the Big Apple's finest, hopefully while the TV cameras roll. Er, capture. Whatever. The terminology of the digital age isn't nearly as colorful as the jargon which preceded it...

My curmudgeonliness aside, the dream hasn't died; it's just been sleeping while Cheno and Brian experience this thing called "Real Life." Cheno was telling me just a couple weeks ago that he still wants to make it happen. But a very large wrench has been thrown into the works since then: Este Pizza experienced an electrical fire on June 30th and was pretty badly damaged by smoke and water. Dave Heiblim, Este's owner, saved his equipment, if not his premises, and now he's searching for a new location. Cheno's got the details over at his blog, as well as a request:

While they are out of commission for awhile, drop Dave an email at beardyouno at hotmail dot com. Let him know you care. Number two, howzabout sending $6 bucks to him. After all it’s the price of a lunch combo and could very well help him in the quest to restore this great establishment. Address and information is on the link below to their website.

Sounds like a good suggestion to me. Help out one of the little guys and maybe some good karma will come back your way...

Just one more quick thought from the "The Internet is Really Weird" department: I got an email from Brian Greenberg last week in which he said that someone had found his site after Googling the phrase "este pizza fire." At that time, I hadn't heard a word about the fire; it wasn't in any of the news media, as far as I know. How bizarre is it that a guy who lives on the other side of the country would tip me off that there might have been a problem with a place only a few miles from my office?

Finally, if you're not hip to the Pizza Challenge and want to know what the hell I'm talking about, here are all my entries on the subject, in chronological order...

The original entry
Back in the Real World
The Pizza Challenge Monster
The Latest on the Great Pizza Challenge, and Thoughts on Este
Pizza Challenge Update
Small Blogosphere

July 8, 2007

Lessons in Entropy

I've mentioned before that I still live in the house where I grew up. It's an old home on an old street, so naturally it's surrounded by massive old trees. For instance, the box-elder that stands at the center of the Bennion Compound was fully mature when my parents moved in 38 years ago; my guess is that it's 60 years old if it's a day, possibly more. It's a huge tree, composed of three separate trunks that diverge out away from a thick base in a sort of triangular configuration.

When I was a kid, my dad built me the coolest treehouse anyone in town had ever seen, with three levels nestled between the triple trunks and connected by gangway stairs, a fireman's pole and a rope swing, and, on the top deck, a good-sized shack with a shingled roof, an electric light, and an old car radio for entertainment.

At some point in the tree's long life, someone wrapped a chain around its base; the tree eventually grew around and absorbed the chain, so that the end of it emerged from the bark as if it were a perfectly organic and natural thing. I recall an occasion when Dad attached a come-along to that chain and fastened the other end to a wrecked car; he did the same thing on the opposite side of the car, running a cable from a second come-along around another tree that used to stand behind the house. Then, bit by bit, one click of the rachet mechanism at a time, he put that car under tension until the twisted frame gradually straightened. By the time he was finished, the car was as good as new.

I mention these anecdotes to illustrate how that box-elder has always symbolized eternal strength in my mind, unbudging and resolute, the Rock of Gibralter of trees. If I'd bothered to think about it, I probably would have told you that since it was there before I was born, it would most likely be there after I'm gone.

So imagine my surprise and confusion when I got home from work on Friday evening and saw this:

Friday evening surprise.

All that greenery there on the ground is the eastern-most of the three trunks; it snapped and fell at some point during the day, probably not long before I got home, judging from how moist and green the leaves still were. That orange thing you can see in the midst of it all is my dad's little Bobcat tractor; there's also a couple of those portable canvas garages under all that green, one of which contains a 1957 Chevy.

More photos after the cut.

Here's the view from my back lawn, a good portion of which was covered by branches and leaves:

My lawn covered in tree.

And here's what's left of the trunk:

Broken tree trunk.

As you can see, there was a fair amount of rot in the middle of it. I don't think there was any wind that day. My guess is that the weight of the canopy -- which hasn't been trimmed in many years -- finally just overwhelmed the weakened trunk.

You can also see the Chevy in the background; believe it or not, the car was unhurt once my folks and I, with some welcome assistance from The Girlfriend, got all that crap off of it. The frame of the shelter was mashed, but I think it must've been supporting some of the weight, holding the worst of it off the car. The car was pinned down to the ground, but not crushed. I'm just thankful the trunk came down during the day while I was gone; if it had fallen at night, my Mustang would've been parked in the second shelter, and I doubt a 2003 ragtop would've come through with the same aplomb as 50-year-old Detroit steel.

July 6, 2007

Hanging Over Our Heads

It's another of those cursedly busy, damnably hot days here at the New Proofreaders' Cave, deep within the bowels of one the glorious metropolitan skyscrapers in fabulous downtown Salt Lake City. (My Corporate Overlords recently decided that my proofreading team needed to move to a different part of the building, hence the "new" descriptor. The NPC isn't bad, but I've lost my window view, which is a major bummer, and we also have roomies now, which is proving to be somewhat, ahem, difficult. They like to play Guitar Hero. While I'm trying to proofread. This, as my friend Jack would say, is sub-optimal. But what're you going to do, short of having an over-the-top temper tantrum that ends with a desk phone being thrown through a television set, followed by a visit from an HR representative?)

Anyhow, since I'm probably not going to find the time to anything substantial here today, how's about a cool photo? Behold:

Atlantis docked to ISS

That's the space shuttle Atlantis moored to the International Space Station during its recent mission there. What's interesting about this photo -- beyond the fact that it's a nice expansive view of the entire structure -- is that it was taken from the ground as the ISS passed 190 nautical miles overhead. As usual, you can click the image for a larger view, or you can go here for details on how this was done.

Hope the AC's working, wherever you are...

July 5, 2007

Meme of Five

I hope everybody made it through Independence Day with their original factory-issued number of digits, limbs, and accessories. Had a pleasant Fourth myself, but my Fifth... whoo, boy. I'm wondering tonight if a middle-of-the-week holiday is even worth bothering with; all my various accounts at work tried to push a schload (that's a technical term, don't ya know) through the mill the day before the holiday, and now comes the day after the holiday and everyone is trying to catch up. Which means there's been another schload crossing my desk. Which makes for a lack of blog-time and a very stressed-out (and grumpy) proofreader.

I did manage to check in on a couple of my usual reads, though, and I learned that I've been tagged by Jaquandor to participate in the latest meme floating around the 'net. I'm a sucker for these things, of course -- curse you, Jaquandor, you've discovered my secret weakness! -- so my responses follow the cut:

Okay, we'll begin with the instructions, copied verbatim from Jaquandor:

INSTRUCTIONS: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.

  1. The Urban Recluse
  2. No Smoking in the Skull Cave
  3. Electronic Cerebrectomy
  4. Byzantium's Shores: The Occasional Meditations of an Overalls-clad Hippie
  5. Simple Tricks and Nonsense

(I'm with Jaquandor on this step; it strikes me as a little too close to chain-letter territory for comfort. But it seems harmless...)

Next, select five people to tag.

(This one was tough -- I don't know of five bloggers that I know well enough to tag, and who might actually be willing to participate in this. I managed to think of four, at least...)

  1. Jen Broschinsky
  2. Her hubby Steve, who's long overdue for a blogging update anyhow.
  3. Our newest blogger, Chenopup
  4. Our 'net friend in the New York/New Jersey area, Brian Greenberg

And now for the questions!

What were you doing ten years ago?

Looking for a job, most likely.

What were you doing one year ago?

Pretty much the same thing I'm doing now: slaving away in the Comma Mines and grousing about not having enough time to blog.

Five snacks you enjoy.

  1. Doritos (the fifth food group)
  2. Chocolate chip cookies (the sixth food group)
  3. Watermelon
  4. Peanut M&Ms
  5. Movie-theater popcorn, with all the nasty butter and salt

(Hey, you always wanted to know how I got this totally awesome physique, right?)

Five songs to which you know all the lyrics.

  1. "Come Monday" by Jimmy Buffett (which just happens to be playing on Radio Margaritaville as I'm typing this)
  2. "Love Somebody" by Rick Springfield ("Jessie's Girl" was too obvious.)
  3. "For What It's Worth" by Buffalo Springfield
  4. "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin (I suppose this is a no-brainer; doesn't everyone know this one?)
  5. "Glory Days" by Bruce Springsteen (I relate to the lyrics more than I'd like, I'm afraid.)

Five things you would do if you were a billionaire.

  1. Pay off all my parents' debts. And all of The Girlfriend's, and The Girlfriend's parents', too.
  2. Buy a really awesome house or three. And some nice cars. Like a Duesenberg, for example.
  3. Take five or ten years off and do a modern-day version of The Grand Tour
  4. Book a flight on Virgin Galactic and a stay on Bigelow's orbital hotel.
  5. Make a big-time donation toward curing Lou Gehrig's disease.

Five bad habits.

  1. I procrastinate.
  2. I swear.
  3. I eat too much junk food.
  4. I worry too damn much.
  5. I tend to do mundane tasks Scalzi classifies as "vacuuming the cat" instead of things that are actually productive.

Five things you like doing.

  1. Blogging.
  2. Organizing my stuff -- weird as it sounds, I really enjoy sorting through crap, cleaning it up and preparing it for storage, and then packing it away.
  3. Driving with the top down.
  4. Watching movies.
  5. Staring pensively out across city skylines and/or wide open spaces, like the Bonneville Salt Flats.

Five things you would never wear again.

(Another tough one -- once upon a time, I would've railed against the horrors of wearing a suit and tie, but I realized a few years ago that there are worse things than that, and I actually look pretty damn good in a suit, even if they're not my first choice of attire.)

  1. Plastic suspenders. Chenopup and a few of my other readers will know what I mean.
  2. Parachute pants. Loved my pair of black, zipper-covered nylon pants in in tenth grade, still have 'em, but no way I could get away with wearing them these days. Assuming they still made them, and in my size. Which they don't.
  3. Aqua socks. No, I don't want to explain. Let's just say I made a very poor fashion choice one summer and have been regretting it ever since.
  4. Boxers. Just not my cuppa. So to speak.
  5. Surgical scrubs as an everyday shirt. Another poor fashion choice. I've had a lot of problems with those over the years...

And there you have it, kids, more tidbits of useless info about yours truly. Promise me you'll only use it for good!

July 3, 2007

Another Voice in the Dark, Part II

It's been a crazy couple of days leading into tomorrow's holiday, and I haven't been able to come around this place much. (You may have noticed. Or not. Probably not, but I like to delude myself that people hang on my every word and miss me when I'm not pontificating.) I'm just about to shut down Ye Olde PC and head out for a party, but I wanted to quickly mention that my good buddy Mike Chenoweth, better known in these parts as "Chenopup," has decided to give this blog thing another try. You may remember that he toyed with blogging once before, only to get distracted by so-called "Real Life" and give up on it after a few entries. Hopefully, he'll be able to find more of a balance point this time around.

Show him some support and go check out his shiny new web site, won't you? And have a happy Fourth of July, too! Throw another brat on the barby for me...