Reading for 2015

Well, I think I set a new record this year with at least 34 books (it may hit 35 by the end of the year). I partly owe this success to John Flanagan, my most frequently read author this year, and the fact that Brandon Sanderson didn’t release any epics this year. I also owe a little thanks to my boys, who still like having their dad read to them, which put a few more books on my list that I wouldn’t have gotten to otherwise.

I don’t know that my reading list was any more varied than usual, though it did go in a few odd directions; from Amy Poehler’s “Yes, Please!” to “The Intimate Bond: How Animals Shaped Human History” by Brian Fagan, and from Jodi Lynne Nye’s “Magic Touch” to the anthology “Altered Perceptions”, I’ve tried to read a little outside my usual comfort zone this year. Though I admit for the most part if followed a rather predictable pattern. I’ll work on that next year. Or I won’t. I’m not sure I should feel guilty for reading what I like.

Next year will probably see a decline in how many books I get through, as I’ve dropped my Audible account for the time being. I had a few different reasons, and perhaps I’ll write about it someday. But that will likely be twelve fewer books I’ll be listening to next year. Or maybe I’ll just start listing all the “Mr. Putter and Tabby” books I read during the year. They really are works for art for their genre.

Where am I headed next year? Hard to say. I need to read another Sanderson’s “Reckoners” series before the finale comes out early next year. I want to go back and read Brandon Mull’s “Beyonders” trilogy again. I’ve got a special edition of Michael J. Sullivan’s “The Death of Dulgath” coming any time now. And I’d like to see where Dan Wells is going with his new John Cleaver books. I’m sure I’ll pick up a bunch of new books to add to my list when I go to LTUE next February. And There are at least four more “Ranger’s Apprentice” books to read. If I find myself without anything to read I’m certain my kids will have plenty of recommendations.

All of this is addition to my regular scripture study, which I don’t count, but perhaps I should. We’ll see about that next year. And who knows, I may go back to audio books from time to time, if only to revisit some of my past favorites.

So what was my favorite book this year? It would probably come down to either “Heir of Novron” by Michael J. Sullivan, or “The Return of the King” by J.R.R. Tolkien.

What were your favorite reads this year?

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Kids bored? Try some holiday science!

I’m a fan of Physics Girl, as I’ve mentioned before. Her holiday video looks like it might be fun to try, especially the kazoo. I already knew about the fun to be had with static electricity and tinsel. I remember when tinsel used to be made of real metal, so walking past the tree was a jolt just waiting to happen. Fun times…fun times…

Anyway, take it away, Physics Girl!

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Caring less about college

I went to a Potato-League school. It had the advantage of being two miles from my parents’ house, so room and board were free. That’s how I was able to work a part-time job and put myself through school with no loans. Today I’m doing okay. No one has really cared that much that I didn’t go to Harvard or Cal Tech. After a certain point I think my employers have just looked at where I’ve been work-wise and what I’ve done.

But I was a bit surprised to hear someone else–a college professor, no less–say the same thing, and in the Huffington Post:

I’ve made a decision: I am not going to steal my son and daughter’s childhoods so they may wind up at Yale instead of Westchester Community College. I am not going to force them to be who I say they should be by signing them up for every class and making them stick with it. Instead, I am going to sit back and watch them find their own path. I am going to expose them to life and do it as a family. I am going on month-long family vacations in foreign lands and I am not going to worry about how it will look to the football coach or the college counselor. I am going to discuss issues of the day over slow family dinners. And I am going to teach my children that they can be successful doing whatever they want if they follow their dreams and work hard. Going to the best college won’t make that happen for them. Giving them the freedom to flourish in their own way in their own time will.

I can only hope  that my wife and I are doing the right thing by our kids by letting them try different things, even though it’s not always what we would choose. We let them try, and we even let them fail. We’re there to help pick them up again if they really want to keep trying, but in most cases we’re just as open to letting them say, “Nope, that’s not for me.” We’ve even been willing to let them try things on their own without signing them up for classes at this place or that place. Depending on the kid, that’s actually worked quite well. My daughter is largely self-taught in her art. My son has found his own mentors in Pokémon. And we’ve signed our youngest up for tennis lessons–and he’s thrived. Every kid is different. Every path to success is different.

It seems to me Ms. Pearlman is on to something.

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Merry Christmas

I’m not going to ask why you’re even coming here to read my posts on Christmas. But since you’re here, Merry Christmas to you and yours. I hope you’re having a wonderful day, regardless of your reasons for celebrating. Whether it’s a holy day or just a day off–or if you’re working today (especially if you’re one of those who work Christmas so we can be safe–God Bless You!)–have a peaceful, happy time with loved ones and friends or just curled up with your favorite thing to relax to.

To all my friends and family, thank you for everything you do and everything you are to me. My life wouldn’t be nearly so happy without you–and I do have a very good, very happy, very blessed life.

See you all next week.

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The Christmas spirit

Probably the best part of Christmas this year is watching my kids get excited about what they’re giving each other. It’s been especially gratifying to watch my middle child spending time and effort trying to find the perfect gifts. He’s even expressed openly that giving is maybe even more fun than receiving.

I remember hitting that stage when I was young. I’m not sure when it finally happened, but one Christmas we decided to slow down opening presents and give ourselves a chance to watch each other’s faces when they opened our gifts. Santa took a backseat and Christmas became much more personal and enjoyable.

We’ve been fortunate to be able to instill that in our children from early on. They’ve shown remarkable patience from an early age. Yes, they’d have to see what Santa brought first thing, but as soon as they had a few minutes to revel in the excitement we’d then progress to the wrapped presents. First we’d divide them all out, and then take turns opening one. It makes for some really, really long home videos, but it stretches the Christmas magic out longer. And we get to see everyone’s reactions to the gifts they receive.

The kids have been happy with that approach, and my wife and I have loved it. And now the kids are getting old enough to start putting serious thought into what they do for each other. When they were younger it sometimes took a little prodding to get them to get something the person they were buying for would like instead of something they would like, but that’s been less and less of an issue. It’s fun to see them growing into the “Oh, {sibling} is going to LOVE this!” stage.

It’s going to be a good Christmas this year. I’m starting to get a little eager myself for Christmas morning and that peaceful, relaxed, happy feeling when we enjoy each other’s expressions of love.

Meanwhile there is this: Family buys people’s groceries for Christmas

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The sarlacc, she has jumped it

I don’t know what they’re drinking over at MSNBC, but I’ll not have what they’re having. In a recent segment about the upcoming Star Wars VII host Melissa Harris-Perry went off on the fact that Star Wars has always bothered her:

I know why I have feelings — good, bad, and otherwise — about Star Wars. And I have a lot. I could spend the whole day talking about the whole Darth Vader situation.

Yeah, like, the part where he was totally a black guy whose name basically was James Earl Jones, who, and we were all, but while he was black, he was terrible and bad and awful and used to cut off white men’s hands, and didn’t, you know, actually claim his son.

But as soon as he claims his son and goes over to the good, he takes off his mask and he is white. Yes, I have many, many feelings about that, but I will try to put them over here.

Clearly Ms. Harris-Perry is late to the Star Wars party, and when she did finally show up, seems to have come half-drunk and looking for a fight, then passed out before the prequels. Evidently she also believes Scar from The Lion King is a white Englishman while his brother is a black American and his nephew, Simba, is a white American, while African hyenas have a Hispanic subspecies.

What seems to have eluded her is this: Darth Vader is a composite. His body was played by David Prowse. James Earl Jones, one of the most-loved black actors out there, got his start voicing the part. Jones was never credited as Darth Vader, voice or otherwise, until Return of the Jedi, in which Darth Vader was played by three people: Jones, Prowse, and Sebastian Shaw as the unmasked face of Vader. So clearly Darth Vader was never said to be black beneath his mask, and while it’s Jones’ iconic voice we most remember, voicing is no more relevant here than it would be in animated movies. Harris-Perry is going out of her way to read something into this.

What she also clearly misses is that Star Wars is just a story, not some great allegory on race relations in America. By going the route she does, Harris-Perry reveals her own racism. She somehow reads into it that Darth Vader knew Luke was his son and didn’t want to take fatherly responsibility and seems to equate this with social commentary on black men. Anyone who knows anything about Star Wars knows that Darth Vader didn’t even know he had a son until after his son blew up his Death Star and made his name famous. But once he did know he accepted it and tried to bring Luke into his world where he could protect/exploit him. Instead Vader’s love for his son proves to be the lifeline that leads to his redemption. This is not social statement on unwed mothers in Black America. Harris-Perry is only revealing how twisted her own world view has become by even dragging the rest of us there.

What she also completely misses is that the series’ one black character, Lando Calrissian, is a total good guy. He comes from the same shady past as Han Solo, but appears to have cleaned up his act entirely on his own and well before our story begins. Yes, when our heroes show up he cuts a deal to essentially stab them in the back, but as the administrator of Cloud City he was also responsible for thousands of lives. The Empire held all the cards, and they had a reputation for unparalleled ruthlessness (remember Alderaan?), so he had no reason to believe he wasn’t sacrificing his friends to save all the people who depended on him for security. Not the popular choice with viewers, but completely understandable, and even laudable in its own way. And of course, once it becomes clear the Empire has no intention of keeping any agreements, he devotes himself and as much of his resources as he can to getting his friends back out of the mess he’s made. And, unlike Han, once Lando is in with the Rebellion, he’s all the way in.

In short, Lando is perhaps the most complex and noble characters in the entire series, motivated by something other than altruism, power, or money. Fans picked up on that, and the outcry over his dying in the last movie was severe enough to make Lucas change his mind (and leave it changed). And she completely misses this, evidently. (ie. You see what you look for.) She was looking for something to dislike Star Wars over, looking for negative statements about black people, and completely overlooked one of the best black characters of the early 1980’s.

I suppose I shouldn’t be too hard on her, though. She undoubtedly is a product of a modern liberal education, which teaches a very narrow brand of literary analysis. Such people find it impossible to believe that a story is just a story, and must always be about something else. No one can create for entertainment, and writers cannot help but write themselves and their worldview into their work. But the fact was, George Lucas was creating epic myth, a timeless tale of good and evil in a setting so removed from our own as to defy analogism. Humanity is humanity, of course, and it’s almost impossible to create a story without real world parallels, but even though Lucas was occasionally unable to remove his own system of morality entirely, he was not trying to write social commentary.

But the author’s intent is irrelevant to the modern literary critics. They will force a worldview on the author if need be. They will assign motives to everything they can. They will essentially pick something apart until they can either force it into a defense of their own worldview or a refutation of a worldview they despise. In essence, in their suspicion that someone else is trying to force a worldview on the reader, they will impose their own worldview on the work. This is likely how Harris-Perry was taught to think, and she’s never questioned it. She dutifully went into Star Wars knowing that it was the series that made several black actors household names, but perhaps even hating the fact that such low-brow entertainment made all this fuss and money. She went looking for something to fit her worldview and found it in the form of Darth Vader, no matter that the actual facts don’t fit the story she made up about that particular story. She found her reason to turn up her nose at Star Wars.

(That’s not hard, mind you. Even die-hard fans can nitpick the thing to death, even without having to resort to social commentary. But for all its failings, Star Wars was pure, unadulterated fun and adventure, a form of story that has a hard time existing these days when the Harris-Perrys of the world have the bullhorn.)

This is not to say that Star Wars isn’t full of all kinds of symbolism. Movies, like any other medium, have limitations. Directors and screenwriters will resort to symbolism to communicate complex ideas quickly. Black equals evil, white equals good (except when it’s stormtroopers). Blue lightsabers are Jedi, red lightsabers are Sith. Questionable people hang out in dim locations. There is certainly plenty of room for literary analysis of symbolism and message in Star Wars. There could even be room for social commentary. But if you’re going to go there, I’m going to have to insist you ground your analysis in what’s actually there, not what you brought to the table yourself.

In that regard, modern literary analysis is perhaps symbolized by The Cave, into which Luke Skywalker goes in The Empire Strikes Back to be tested. When he asks Yoda what’s in there, he’s told, “Only what you take with you.”

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More Evil Christmas Carols

Here’s some more from Mr. Lovrien, this time for orchestra and chorus. Not quite as fun as the first one, but it has its moments, like the appearance of Carmina Burana.

On the other hand, his Minor Alterations: Christmas Through the Looking Glass (the first he wrote) is still pretty good:

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Self-reliance on steroids

This weekend my wife checked out a couple seasons of “Little House on the Prairie”, including the original pilot. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before. And all I can say is Charles Ingalls is one heck of a guy! And Caroline Ingalls is an incredible woman.

The pilot begins with them leaving behind their friends and family and heading to Kansas to start over. After trip that would make most of us never want to step outside our door again they arrive and stake a claim 50 miles from the closest town. With only what they brought with them in their wagon they proceed to build everything from scratch–and I mean everything. Initially their house only has four walls and a roof made from the canvas cover of their wagon, with a quilt hung in the doorway for a door, and nothing in the windows. Bit by bit he roofs the house, makes a door, and picks up window glass from the “nearby” town.

Just how alone they are is a recurring issue when Indians come to visit while Charles is away hunting and again while he’s gone to the town. Caroline is left with three little girls to defend their home. Anything could happen and there would be no help. Even their one “neighbor” is too far away to even hear if there’s trouble, let alone get there in time to help. The Ingalls family could have died and no one would have known for months.

Such a precarious life is hard to imagine these days. But it was the norm on the American frontier in those days. Even where groups of people settled together a single Indian raid could wipe everyone out. One bad season or a particularly bad sickness and the entire community could be decimated. Talk about living life “on the edge”, they literally depended on their own two hands, ingenuity, hard work, and a lot of luck. If they couldn’t do it themselves it probably wouldn’t get done–and if it didn’t get done they might not survive the year.

There’s something attractive about the idea of heading out into the middle of nowhere and starting from scratch with your own brains and brawn, plus a few animals for help. But just watching that pilot made me reconsider that notion some. It’s only attractive if you know what you’re doing–and are willing to completely rough it for months to years. As cool as that idea may sound, I’m not up to it. I wouldn’t have a clue how to do half of what would need doing.

Charles Ingalls was a renaissance man writ large!

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In honor of the day

Being the big day in which the long, dark, Star-Wars-less night is over, this seems appropriate to share. And as usual, they’re spot on in several areas, but we still love it. The fact that they do so many of these indicates that movies don’t have to be perfect for us to love them:

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Evil Christmas Carols

The other night at my daughter’s high school band concert I heard an absolutely fun medley of Christmas carols set in minor keys and mashed up with well-known classical music. David Lovrien (the arranger) is an evil genius! This video is not the high school band I heard.

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