Wednesday, April 24, 2024

Day 1,499, Quasi-Quarantine: Hypocrisy, Religion, Violence Clash In Troubles-Driven "Trespasses"

 

“He lit the tobacco and told her between puffs that he had liked how she stalked into the pub with a dirty big cross on her forehead. That he liked that she hadn’t looked away when she caught him watching her in the mirror. That he liked her in the Lyric, when she was standing by the ledge, trying to look nonchalant. That he especially liked that she cried when he mentioned her father. That he loved her.
“If you’re saying that you’d better mean it, she said.
“I do. You’re supposed to say it back.
“Another time. I’ve been doing all the running.”

A claustrophobic tale of illicit affairs and cross-religion relationships during the Troubles, "Trespasses" follows a young teacher and barkeep who falls in love with a married barrister. Cushla initially idolizes Michael, but gradual disappointment bleeds in, until she senses the danger that he is courting by representing suspected IRA members.

“Jesus, said Cushla. All he did was walk down a street?
“It’s not about what you do here, he said. It’s about what you are.”

From a technical standpoint, the book's lack of quotation marks can be a bit off-putting and make dialogue more difficult to follow. Catalog this as a minor observation, but one that can break flow a bit.

The denouement is stunning despite its inevitability, but Louise Kennedy finds beauty in the tragedy. "Trespasses" captures Ireland's identity crisis at a crucial moment in history, allowing Cushla and Michael to serve as the microcosm of the hypocrisies and needless suffering involved.

“... Leniency, for that’s what it was; in a place like this, no deaths was a gift.”

Friday, April 19, 2024

Limerick Friday #616: "Curb Your Enthusiasm" Bids Its Final Adieu -- Day 1,495


It never failed to disturb
Or laughingly perturb
Larry David a mensch
Even when making your muscles clench
Man, am I gonna miss "Curb"

Bias is what I would say
Preferential is another way
Make up a new role
To cover up a hole
Gaslighting is the word of the day

All Mets fans hailed
When City Connect was unveiled
I wish it said Queens
Or had more color scenes
But otherwise this concept was nailed

The beach beckons again
Only a matter of when
A coupla days away
I can't wait to stay
And relax with a beer and a pen

A Final Four run
That can't be undone
Now recruiting is lit
The transfer portal won't quit
Keatts with support will be fun


Thursday, April 18, 2024

Day 1,494, Quasi-Quarantine: The Mets Digging Deep To Right The Ship And Rekindle Hope


So, I've admittedly had strong early-season reactions to J.D. Martinez's infamous "
overall body soreness" and the team's so very Metsiest of starts. New York lost its first five games of the season, a couple in brutal fashion.

To their credit, the Mets have now ripped off 10 wins in 13 games and won four straight series -- against some of the best teams in MLB. The hazardous schedule isn't going to let up anytime soon (New York, frankly, has an unreal early slate), but big ups to the squad and new manager Carlos Mendoza for staying the course.

It's a long season. I have to remind myself of that more often.

LFGM.

Wednesday, April 17, 2024

Books Review: Identity, Puberty, And The Mystical Vie For Prominence In "The Cruel Prince"


“‘I’ve seen many impossible things,’ the man said. ‘I have seen the acorn before the oak. I have seen the spark before the flame. But never have I seen such as this: A dead woman living. A child born from nothing.’”

An interesting mix of modern and medieval, "The Cruel Prince" explores what happens when the human world collides with the fairy lands that are obscured from mortal view. The start of a trilogy, this book explores the interplay between the magical and the real.

“The odd thing about ambition is this: You can acquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed.”

Spirited away from her human life at an early age, Jude has to manage her status as an "other" in Faerie at the same time she deals with loss, identity, and maturation. 

Holly Black does a deft job of balancing real teen problems with palace politics and otherworldly magic, and "The Cruel Prince" is at is best when it reflects those dual realities.

“I step out of my second life the same way I stepped out of my first, holding too few things and with great uncertainty about what will happen next.”

Tuesday, April 16, 2024

Day 1,492, Quasi-Quarantine: Having A Picnic (Puzzle) In The Shadow Of Chimney Rock

 

A recent trip to the North Carolina mountains provided another opportunity to work on a travel puzzle.

This time, the subject was a 1,000-piece panoramic puzzle from Mudpuppy. "Picnic Party" featured a number of very similar colors and some really faint touches, making it a worthy challenge.

8/10, would pursue overlooking Lake Lure again.

Monday, April 15, 2024

Day 1,491, Quasi-Quarantine: "The Acolyte" Hits In June


Bring me all your Star Wars universe programming.

I ask no questions.

Feed me.

Friday, April 12, 2024

Limerick Friday #615: A Final Tip Of The Red Hat To The Wolfpack -- Day 1,488


The D.J.'s mix and cook
Earning every national look
Through merit and not pity
They captured the city
And wrote their names in State's history book

Every teammate a fretter
And likely a former bedwetter
Adjust your expectations
Take a never-ending vacation
Or learn to do hard better

Wore the red jacket
Followed the Pack racket
Blocked out the hate
And believed in State
This is how I won my bracket

Direction conflicting
Creativity constricting
Do what needs done
And trust no one
It's ineptitude we're depicting

With everything on the line
They made a run divine
Laughed at the odds
Played like hoop gods
And did it all for the 919


Thursday, April 11, 2024

Day 1,487, Quasi-Quarantine: Today Requires An Uplifting Musical Experience


... And so we present an oddly moving rendition of Radiohead's "Creep," as performed by a pub choir.

"What the hell am I doin' here?" indeed.

Sing on.

Tuesday, April 09, 2024

Day 1,485, Quasi-Quarantine: Thanks To J.D. Martinez, The Mets And Their Fans Suffer From "Overall Body Soreness"


When New York made a late addition of slugger J.D. Martinez in spring training, many Mets fans were excited. Finally, the missing bat and designated hitter needed to pull the lineup together.

Except that, two-and-a-half weeks later, he's no closer to, like, contributing. Anything.

Why not?

"Overall body soreness."

Keep in mind that this is a player who doesn't actually play a fucking position or, you know, leave the dugout more than five times in a game.

Sure, he's 36 years old. But as my son asked: "He was a free agent. Shouldn't he have been, like, working out?"

For $12 million, you'd think Martinez would be -- and I don't want to be controversial here -- in good enough shape to at least ... hit? Considering the Mets have the lowest batting average in the major leagues, his absence is even more prominent.

I've witnessed a lot of really poor pairings between fanbase and player. But it's hard to imagine a worse start to what is already sure to be a very short Mets career than the one Martinez is fashioning.

Monday, April 08, 2024

Day 1,484, Quasi-Quarantine: Hitting The Bricks To Soak Up That Final Four Fever



We decided to hit NC State on Saturday to soak up the vibe around campus in advance of the Pack's momentous Final Four matchup with Purdue.


From lunch at the legendary Player's Retreat to visiting the statues outside of Reynolds Coliseum (nice work on the new "Skywalker" art!) to walking the Free Expression Tunnel to navigating the throngs inside the Student Store, the excitement was palpable.


Of course, the Wolfpack hit the wall against the Boilermakers, playing incredible defense but suffering seemingly a million rim--outs in a 13-point loss. While the outcome wasn't what anyone wanted, experiencing nine wins in 20 days and witnessing this incredible, improbable run with my son was unbelievably rewarding.

Go Pack. Let's not wait another 37 years.

Friday, April 05, 2024

Limerick Friday #614: The Pack Boot-Stomps The Final Four -- Day 1,483


A return to the Final Four
Cements this team in State lore
Never quit, never blink
Love, laugh, and think
And still the Pack wants more

Life on the line never fair
Stress and speed are a pair
Brought up the restaurant maze
But those were some great days
This is the experience of "The Bear"

Board that Phoenix bus
Or Cleveland traffic cuss
State rules the hoops world
And as destiny unfurled
We all asked, "Why not us"

Down we'll dumb it
As morale does plummet
Subtraction by addition
Plus voluntary attrition
Should be a curious Summit

Replacing NC State with Mets shit
Of hope there's not a bit
Lost five in a row
And I just wanna know
Can anybody here fucking hit?!


Thursday, April 04, 2024

Day 1,480, Quasi-Quarantine: Expanding Our Horizons And Testing Our Calves At Chimney Rock



A recent spring-break journey took us to the Lake Lure area in the mountains of North Carolina. After climbing many, many steps in thin, thin air, we reached the top of Chimney Rock, which offered a stunning view of the surrounding vista.


An alternate view of where we had been made us rethink our decisions. The sloping nature of both the rock and trees look far more treacherous than the feel when you're on actual Chimney Rock.


Following a return to the bottom, we  made the trek to Hickory Nut Falls, a modest 1.4-miles, round-trip trek. Billed as "one of the highest waterfalls east of the Mississippi River," this waterfall was both beautiful and accessible to humans and falcons alike.

The visit to Chimney Rock State Park made for an exhausting day, but the experience -- and the deck beer that followed -- made it all worthwhile.

Wednesday, April 03, 2024

Scooter & Hum's Top Five Books Of The Year 2023


Matching last year's total of 46 books took a herculean holiday effort, landing me in the top 25% of all readers on Goodreads. I managed to cover 15,226 pages across those books, with the average read running to 331 pages.

The shortest work I read was 116 pages (Denis Johnson's incredible "Train Dreams"), while the longest was 896 pages (Stephen Markley's "The Deluge").

I'm setting my goals lower this year to avoid an end-of-year scramble, but also to give myself license to pursue some longer, tougher reads along the way.

Without further ado ...


#1: "Glory," by NoViolet Bulawayo


What I Say Now: 

This powerful, brutal political satire and allegory depicts the impacts of tyranny and colonialism in Africa.

Passages to Remember: 

"We'd be laughing  one moment, then we'd recall the rigged elections when we'd dreamt of change, prayed for change, cried for change, voted for change, and where some had died for change, and weep. We'd be cheering one moment, and then we'd remember all those the regime had claimed -- the tortured, the jailed, the exiled, the disappeared, the dead, the dad, the dead, the dead -- and wail."

"The reality, Comrades, is that these animals gathered all around us aren't some weird creatures from some faraway planet. They're your very own. And you all know that your relatives are in that crowd. Your friends and neighbors are in that crowd. Your landlords. Your church members. Your children's teachers. Your nurses and doctors. All of them good, decent citizens. Every one of them knowing they can die today. All of them prepared to die today. Not directly by the Seat but by us, on its behalf. My question is, When will we learn disgust?"

"What happened next taught the children of the nation a lesson they very much regretted not learning any sooner. Which was that it is quite possible to spend a lifetime in the terror of a darkness that in actuality harbors nothing but flowers and grasshoppers and doves and toothless crocodiles."


#2: "The Orphan Master's Son," by Adam Johnson


What I Say Now:

Orphan navigates the horrors and anonymities of oppressive North Korea in a many-genred tale.

Passages to Remember: 

"There was a look on her face that Ga recognized, and it was not a happy one. It expressed an understanding that everything would be different now, that the person you'd been and the life you'd been living were over. It was a tough knowledge to suddenly gain, but it got better with tomorrows."

"There was no such thing as abandonment, there were only people in impossible positions, people who had a best hope, or maybe only a sole hope. When the graver danger awaited, it wasn't abandoning, it was saving."

"For a while, she would have rules. But eventually, our genitals would intercourse in a way that was correct and satisfying."


#3: "A Gentleman in Moscow," by Amor Towles


What I Say Now:

Delightful, intricate depiction of an aristocratic Russian subversive turning house arrest into a beautiful gift.

Passages to Remember: 

"That sense of loss is exactly what we must anticipate, prepare for, and cherish to the last of our days; for it is only our heartbreak that finally refutes all that is ephemeral in love."

"In the light, the Count could see that she had an almost severe beauty about her -- like one for whom there would be no half measures in matters of the heart."

"He had said that our lives are steered by uncertainties, many of which are disruptive or even daunting; but that if we persevere and remain generous of heart, we may be granted a moment of supreme lucidity -- a moment in which all that has happened to us suddenly comes into focus as a necessary course of events, even as we find ourselves on the threshold of a bold new life that we had been meant to lead all along."


#4: "Small Things Like These," by Claire Keegan


What I Say Now:

Exquisite writing reveals church-sanctioned cruelty -- and its concentric circles -- in harsh, insular, rural Ireland.

Passages to Remember: 

"Crossing the river, his eyes again fell on the stout-black water flowing darkly along -- and a part of him envied the Barrow's knowledge of her course, how easily the water followed its incorrigible way, so freely to the open sea."

"The worst was yet to come, he knew. Already he could feel a world of trouble waiting for him behind the next door, but the worst that could have happened was already behind him; the thing not done, which could have been -- which he would have had to live with for the rest of his life."


#5: "Shuggie Bain," by Douglas Stuart


What I Say Now:

The slow descent of Agnes Bain in gritty 1980s Scotland is experienced by unforgettable Shuggie.

Passages to Remember: 

"He let her cry, he let her talk, and he didn't contradict her when she made him promises he knew she would be unable to keep."

"The front door opened again, and Shuggie came out on to the top step. Without addressing the women he turned to his mother and put his hands on his hips; he thrust a foot forward and said as clear as Agnes had ever heard him speak, 'We need to talk. I really do not think I can live here. It smells like cabbages and batteries. It's simply unpossible.'"

"Shuggie eventually grew bored with the brutality."


Narrow Misses (in 15 words or less):

"The Quiet American," by Graham Greene: Stunning first-person work documents Vietnam War and love triangle from the ground in Saigon.
"Let Us Descend," by Jesmyn Ward: Hope, prescience lift up a heartbreaking and challenging tale of the cruel loneliness of slavery.
"The Refugees," by Viet Thanh Nguyen: Themes of identity, displacement, and legacy dominate powerful short stories of post-Vietnam refugee experience.
"Train Dreams," by Denis Johnson: Sparse prose ascribes poignancy to a tale of grief and hope in relentless American West.
"Babel," by R.F. Kuang: Magical realism, alternate history mesh in sprawling tale of colonialism and speaking truth to power.
"Night Wherever We Go," by Tracey Rose Peyton: A brutal, searing depiction of Texas plantation life in the 1850s that honors its victims.
"The Deluge," by Stephen Markley: Stunning, near-overwhelming climate fiction explores impact of extreme weather on the globe and society.
"A Heart That Works," by Rob Delaney: Devastatingly emotional and vulnerable tribute to a lost son brings tears, insights, laughs, and introspection.
"The Trees," by Percival Everett: Satirical horror marks frantic pace that exposes unresolved questions about race and who we are.
"Biography of X," by Catherine Lacey: Marked by sprawing ambition, this omnigenre work is a stunning journey into consideration of perspective.
"Generation X: Tales for an Accelerated Culture," by Douglas Coupland: Drifting, listless trio ends up in the touristy California desert, searching for family and meaning.
"Old God's Time," by Sebastian Barry: Unreliable narration dominates tale of retired detective battling tragic demons on the harsh Irish coast.
"Juno Loves Legs," by Karl Geary: Devastating tale of Dublin backstreets features pervasive bleakness punched through by moments of sublime beauty.
"A Fan's Notes," by Frederick Exley: A sardonic look at coping with alcoholism and mental illness through writing, institutionalization, and football.
"How to Be an Antiracist," by Ibram X. Kendi: Meticulously researched book blends author's personal journey with dissection of language and history of racism.
"The Backstreets: A Novel from Xinjiang," by Perhat Tursun: Eerie, haunting depiction of the existential and physical effects of stark, calculated racism in China.
"Antarctica," by Claire Keegan: Loss, terror, melancholy, and draw of the illicit mark stunning collection of Irish short stories.


Honorable Mention (in 10 words or less):

"Small Mercies," by Dennis Lehane: Gritty underbelly of fractured city revealed in tale of racism.
"Winesburg, Ohio," by Sherwood Anderson: Sleepy Midwestern town in early 20th century features hidden lives.
"Snow Crash," by Neil Stephenson: Prescient depiction of anarcho-capitalism undermined by problematic plot, stereotyping.
"Cat's Cradle," by Kurt Vonnegut: Slapstick-ish tale of world-bending invention, contrived religion, island culture.
"Bullshit Jobs," by David Graeber: Explores unhealthy dynamic between what we do, who we are.
"The Night Watchman," by Louise Erdrich: Close-knit tribe tackles exploitation in mid-1950s North Dakota.
"The Chill," by Scott Carson: Dramatic tension, pacing propel supernatural exploration of water, local memory.
"Holly," by Stephen King: Holly Gibney returns for more investigation of Midwest Covid freakiness.
"Crook Manifesto," by Colson Whitehead: Vignettes, colorful characters collide in noir depiction of 1970s Harlem.
"The Ghost Writer," by Philip Roth: Identity, possibility collide in cautionary tale of meeting your heroes.
"Walk the Blue Fields," by Claire Keegan: Sublime stories document isolation, regret, fleeting hope in harsh Ireland.


Notable (in 7 words or less):

"The Searcher," by Tana French: Chicago ex-cop tackles pastoral Irish vagaries.
"The Revivalists," by Christopher M. Hood: Epidemiological apocalypse marks book with identity confusion.
"How to Write Short," by Roy Peter Clark: Accessible, actionable writing resource uses digestible format.
"Boys and Oil," by Taylor Brorby: Identity, family struggles in unforgiving North Dakota.
"Because Our Fathers Lied," by Craig McNamara: Musings from hated Vietnam War architect's son.
"The Man Who Played with Fire," by Jan Stocklossa: Stieg Larsson tribute degenerates into bumbling investigation.
"Untangled," Lisa Damour, PhD: Resources for navigating minefield of raising daughters.
"The Interestings," by Meg Wolitzer: Art-camp friends learn about adult emotions.
"Blood-Dark Track: A Family History," by Joseph O'Neill: Exploring paranoia and tribalism in Ireland, Turkey.
"Zuckerman Unbound," by Philip Roth: Struggling with paranoia in 1960s New York.


The Rest (in 5 words or less):

"Bad Mormon," by Heather Gay: Vacuous depiction of faith abandonment.
"Novelist as a Vocation," by Haruki Murakami: Disjointed collection lacking throughline, focus.
"Scrum," by Jeff and J.J. Sutherland: Simplistic arguments undermine agile resources.

Tuesday, April 02, 2024

Day 1,478, Quasi-Quarantine: The Most Metsiest Of Starts To A Brand-New Season


Expectations surrounding the New York Mets are tempered this year, but even a four-game losing streak to start the campaign feels beyond the pale.

New York has posted just eight runs and 25 hits in the four games, and that includes a six-run, 12-hit eruption in the second contest of the year. If my math is correct (and boy, does it hurt), that means the Metsies have two runs and 13 hits in the other three games.

Compounding matters, three of NY's top four players -- and often the top three in the batting order -- are hitting under .100 for the year. Brandon Nimmo, Francisco Lindor, and Jeff McNeill have combined for three hits in 44 at bats, and none of the trio has a run, RBI, or extra-base hit.

Read that again. Fucking unreal.

The rookie "leader" presiding over this -- Carlos Mendoza -- hasn't won a game in his managerial career while finding time to throw one of his top players (McNeill) under the boss in a beef with Milwaukee's Rhys Hoskins.

Sure, it's early. But it's still pretty goddam problematic.

Wake up, Queens.

Monday, April 01, 2024

Day 1,477, Quasi-Quarantine: It's The Wolfpack's Basketball Wave Right Now, And We're All Just Surfing It

 

Yes, the NC State men's and women's basketball teams both advanced to the Final Four yesterday.

No, I don't know what the hell is happening.

Yes, I'm certain it's not an April Fool's joke.

No, I don't recognize the world we're currently living in.

Yes, you should absolutely avoid any changes in routine. Or christ, even sudden movements.

No, I don't exactly how to feel about ... <*gestures randomly*> everything.

Yes, we deserve this.

Go Pack.

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

Day 1,471, Quasi-Quarantine: On The Eve Of Another New Baseball Season


Let's take a moment to celebrate a moving collection of clips showing the intersection of baseball and cinema. I'm not sure baseball could be considered America's pasttime anymore, but it's role in our national identity and the feeling of spring are unquestioned.

Let's go Mets.

Monday, March 25, 2024

Day 1,470, Quasi-Quarantine: Kool Mo D.'s Run Continues As State Storms The Sweet Sixteen

 

There are a number of incredible stories unfolding around NC State's seven-game run through the ACC Tournament and the first two rounds of the NCAAs:
  • The nation falling in love with big man D.J. Burns.
  • The late-game heroics of Mike O'Connell.
  • The emotions of Raleigh native D.J. Horne in helping the Pack to its first league title in 37 years.
But perhaps the best storyline of all is the relentless performance of Mohamed Diarra. Mo has caught fire in the postseason, grabbing an incredible 85 rebounds and racking up four double-doubles in the seven games thus far.

To do all this while fasting as part of his faith in honoring Ramadan makes his narrative all the more compelling.

Keep it rolling, "Kool Mo D." You've got this.

Friday, March 22, 2024

Limerick Friday #613: Well, Goddam ... The Pack Done Went And Did It -- Day 1,469


They came from so very far
Made me want to drink the bar
First title in 37 years
Had all of Wolfpack Nation in tears
I'm not crying, you are

Justin Fields gave his all
Accuracy was his downfall
Held the hopes of his city
Was more mediocre than shitty
Now the Bears hand Caleb Williams the ball

Ineptitude never held to account
Of shittiness an excessive amount
Strategy unclear
Relevance nowhere near
Too many jackasses to count

For another bat I did scream
To round out this Mets team
So welcome to J.D.
He'll hit a dinger or 23
Now Queens can continue to dream

The Cardiac Pack
Decided to run it back
Headed to the Big Dance
Kicked Texas Tech in the pants
Of confidence this team doesn't lack


Thursday, March 21, 2024

Day 1,468, Quasi-Quarantine: McCarthy's Coda Contemplates Math, Philosophy, Science, And Morality In "Stella Maris"


“A friend once told me that those who choose a love that can never be fulfilled will be hounded by a rage that can never be extinguished.”

The companion novel to "The Passenger," "Stella Maris" provides the origin story for the troubled siblings Alicia and Bobby Western, offering insights that help inform one's interpretation of "The Passenger."

“If you had to say something definitive about the world in a single sentence what would that sentence be?"
“It would be this: The world has created no living thing that it does not intend to destroy.”

This work gives Cormac McCarthy a format to explore esoteric, existential, and mortality-tinged questions about math, philosophy, quantum mechanics, and even music theory. The book is comprised of transcripts of the sessions between 20-year-old Alicia -- diagnosed with schizophrenia -- and her psychiatrist, Dr. Cohen, at the Stella Maris facility.

“If you’re sane enough to know that you’re crazy then you’re not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.”

The banter meanders between disturbing, humorous, flirtatious, and challenging, at times stifling the narrative flow. McCarthy mentioned that he had been wanting to write about a woman for half a century, and the departure for him is apparent.

“The dream wakes us to tell us to remember. Maybe there’s nothing to be done. Maybe the question is whether the terror is a warning about the world or about ourselves. The night world from which you are brought upright in your bed gasping and sweating. Are you waking from something you have seen or from something that you are?”

A very touching and moving ending -- particular in the context of McCarthy's impending death -- adds a redemptive value to "Stella Maris," which could otherwise be dismissed as offering questionable value to pushing the story behind "The Passenger" forward.

“Nowhere like nothing requires for its affirmation a witness which it cannot supply by its own definition.”

Some readers have wondered whether "Stella Maris" actually works better as the precursor to "The Passenger" instead of the sequel. Though I'm not sure I agree with that assessment, all I know is that deciding which book should serve as the ending will do nothing to diminish the chasm represented by the loss of McCarthy.

“I think our time is up.”
“I know. Hold my hand.”
“Hold your hand?”
“Yes. I want you to.”
“All right. Why?”
“Because that’s what people do when they’re waiting for the end of something.”

Wednesday, March 20, 2024

Day 1,467, Quasi-Quarantine: Puddy Supports The Soarin' Team


As a massive "Seinfeld" fan and a modest Disney, this hits right in my wheelhouse. David Puddy greeting us at EPCOT as we're queuing up for Soarin' will never not induce giddiness, so I can only imagine the real-life experience.

Way too good.

Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Day 1,466, Quasi-Quarantine: A Goldface Enoch Steals The Show In "Ahsoka"

 

One of the most memorable characters in the all-too-brief run of "Ahsoka" was Captain Enoch.

Serving as Grand Admiral Thrawn's Captain of the Guard, Enoch has an ominous and distinctive look, highlighted by his gold face plating and metallic voice. He largely dominates the sixth episode of the show, despite the presence of Morgan Elsbeth, Sabine Wren, and Ezra Bridger on the planet Peridea.

When he departed with Thrawn on the Eye of Sion starship, headed (ostensibly) to Dathomir, I found myself wanting to know so much more. I'm hopeful that a second season of "Ahsoka" will reunite us with this incredible character.

Until then we settle for Funko! and Lego versions ...

Monday, March 18, 2024

Day 1,465, Quasi-Quarantine: Why Not Us. Why Not Now. Why Not Remember Us Forever.

 

Proof that good things come to those who wait for 37 years.

Thinking of you, Norm. Man, you would've loved this team. 🥲

Go Pack.

Friday, March 15, 2024

Limerick Friday #612: Resuscitating The Cardiac Pack -- Day 1,462


On the verge of making Keatts leave
He may have earned a reprieve
An ACC Tournament run
Has many remembering fun
And maybe just how to believe

The biggest hypocrite of all
Keeps talking college downfall
If you're going to retire
Shut up and expire
A favor Saban can do that's small

State fans wanted to send
Keatts anywhere so it would end
But he rises from the grave
With a smile and a wave
And a "Not so fast, my friend"

Favoritism abounds
Politics resounds
Shooting our feet
Kept on repeat
Hypocrisy collecting in mounds

A team finally showing fight
And coming together right
Survive and advance
Change your underpants
Reconvene for another night


Thursday, March 14, 2024

Day 1,461, Quasi-Quarantine: Mystery & Meditation On The Gulf Coast Drive McCarthy's Stunning "The Passenger"

 

“Too soon old and too late smart. You dont know anything till it gets here. You told me once that maybe the end of the road has nothing to do with the road. Maybe it doesnt even know there’s been a road.”

A meditation on grief and an exploration of the role of math and science in questions of eternity, "The Passenger" is a fascinating kaleidoscope of genres. Cormac McCarthy details the life and times of Bobby Western, son of the creator of the nuclear bomb, physics phenom, former race-car driver, and itinerant salvage diver. 

“Names are important. They set the parameters for the rules of engagement. The origin of language is in the single sound that designates the other person. Before you do something to them.”

Western wanders New Orleans and the Gulf Coast, ruminating with an eclectic cast of characters as he struggles to define his life in the wake of the loss of his sister, with whom he had a troubling and vaguely heretical relationship. These characters (Kline seems to exist only as a conduit for lengthy diatribes) can occasionally be difficult to keep straight, chronology can get hazy, and attribution can be problematic, but the sheer brilliance of the dialogue makes the novel an immediate classic.

“The world is full of people who should have been more willing to weep.”

“Mercy is the province of the person alone. There is mass hatred and there is mass grief. Mass vengeance and even mass suicide. But there is no mass forgiveness. There is only you.”

As the narrator, Western is difficult to pin down: Is he insane? Going insane? A ghost himself? In a coma-induced dream state? "The Passenger" stands on its own, but the presence of "Stella Maris" as the companion book inspires hope that some of the mystery and ambiguity could be resolved. 

“The world’s truth constitutes a vision so terrifying as to beggar the prophecies of the bleakest seer who ever walked it.”

Indications are that most of this book was written in 1980 and published 42 years later, and balancing the hilarity and depth can only be achieved by a writer of McCarthy's talent. With 16 years between novels, it's clear that McCarthy is pushing himself here in his final works -- and the results are to be treasured.

“Her hair was like gossamer. He wasnt sure what gossamer was. Her hair was like gossamer.”

“He knew that on the day of his death he would see her face and he could hope to carry that beauty into the darkness with him, the last pagan on earth, singing softly upon his pallet in an unknown tongue.”