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The Lost Book Club: Alice in Wonderland

Reading Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (aka Alice in Wonderland) by Lewis Carroll is sheer fun. We all know the story, Alice follows a white rabbit into a hole and finds herself in a strange world in which the ordinary rules of logic and language do not apply.

The characters from the Mad Hatter to the Cheshire Cat to the Queen of Hearts (“Off with her head!”) are some of the most enduring and well-known in all of literature. Alice’s adventures are meant to be a fun and whimsical diversion that reminds the reader of the magic of childlike imagination.

It’s great fun to read something that makes me laugh out loud, that I read with a smile, once again enjoying it as if for the first time.

The connection to Lost comes in the episode “White Rabbit” wherein Jack chases his dead father around the island – itself a sort of Wonderland where the ordinary rules of logic may or may not apply – much as Alice pursued the white rabbit through Wonderland.

At one point Locke suggests to Jack that his “white rabbit” (this is the explicit connection to Alice in Wonderland) may be a hallucination. Since then we’ve come to expect these kinds of hallucinatory experiences on Lost.

Like many Lost books, Alice in Wonderland takes place in an alternate reality, though one that is seemingly less malign than that of The Third Policeman (full of its own brand of nonsense and word play), falling instead a bit closer to The Wizard of Oz.

Interestingly, “White Rabbit” is also one of the episodes in which Watership Down, a book about rabbits, makes an appearance. Watership Down, though, deals with characters creating a new world, rather than escaping to an alternate one.

I think Alice is referenced early in the series to reinforce for the viewer that the world of Lost doesn’t exactly follow the rules we’re used to. It may not be Hell (The Third Policeman) or Purgatory (Bad Twin) or a moment just before death (“An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge”). It may not be Oz or even Wonderland, but that island is different from everything we think we know.

For more of my Lost book posts, please visit The Lost Book Club.

The Lost Book Club: The Third Policeman

There are some books that I think exist primarily to torment the reader, and Flan O’Brien’s The Third Policeman is just such a book. It’s not bad. In fact, I kind of like it, but I did not enjoy the experience of reading it.

The narrator has committed a brutal murder in order to steal money that will allow him to write the definitive word on the philosopher De Selby, whose theories are argued back in forth by various scholars in the extensive footnotes that occur in the novel creating a sort of dual storyline. De Selby, of course, is a quack whose theories make no sense.

The narrator soon finds himself in a two dimensional police station where Officer MacKruiskeen and Sgt. Pluck spark in grafty cibberish about the connections between people and bicycles, the nature of time, omnium – a sort of proto string theory (the book was written in the 1930s and published posthumously in 1967), all the while discussing mysterious readings and generally making very little sense. All accompanied by footnotes relating to De Selby, who is incidentally also a fictional character.

It’s really torturous to plod through it all, but then that’s the point. The narrator is dead and he is in Hell. He is given plenty of false hope, lots of confusion and circular reasoning (the book was originally titled Hell Goes Round and Round), and ultimately has to repeat everything that happened to him without any knowledge of having already experienced it.

As his soul, Joe, puts it:

Hell goes round and round. In shape it is circular and by nature it is interminable, repetitive and very nearly unbearable.

Which pretty accurately describes The Third Policeman. I suppose it’s one of those books that I like the idea of more so than the actual experience.

On to Lost. This book appears pretty important to figuring out the Lost mysteries (from Wikipedia):

The Third Policeman is seen when Desmond is packing before fleeing the underground bunker in “Orientation.” Craig Wright, who co-wrote the episode, told the Chicago Tribune that, “Whoever goes out and buys the book will have a lot more ammunition in their back pocket as they theorize about the show. They will have a lot more to speculate about and, no small thing, they will have read a really great book.”

So here’s my back-pocket theorizing. The book, like “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” tells the story of a character who is dead, but doesn’t realize it yet. Like Bad Twin and The Turn of the Screw it focuses on the between states of human existence that is the fine edge between life and after-life.

Now the theory that the characters on Lost are all dead and don’t know it has been discredited by the show’s writers, but the idea of paying for past sins, and a chance at redemption certainly are reinforced by these books.

The other connection is the hatch. The Third Policeman appears in the episode “Orientation” in which the characters learn about the hatch and the need to enter the numbers or Bad Things will happen. This is very similar to the constant readings the two policeman constantly take. When the readings get out of balance, they must go to Eternity, an underground chamber that, much like the hatch, is full of strange machines and useful supplies. While in Eternity the policeman must readjust the settings (none of this is ever explained) to keep things running smoothly.

A central question in Lost‘s second season was: Do the numbers entered into the computer really mean anything, and does it really matter? The answer provided in The Third Policeman is that it’s all a sham put on by the third policeman – a truly devilish character -  in order to keep the other two busy. Sound like the Hanso Foundation?

Of course, by the end of season two, we know that not entering the sequence does something. Or at least appears to. As to what it does, we’ll have to wait and see.

For more of my Lost book posts, please visit The Lost Book Club.

The Unbearable Spiciness of Green

I’ve managed to fit my green chile reserve into the freezer by giving away several pounds and eating several more pounds of this perfect fire. My wife’s car smelled of fresh roasted chiles for about a week after buying the case, but now the smell is gone and for the next few weeks, I rely on Chuy’s to get my fix.

So far, we’ve made it to Chuy’s twice since the green chile festival began. We go often this time of year in our effort to sample all of the special Hatch green chile menu items and so far I’ve not been disappointed.

On the first visit, I enjoyed the #18 Relleno & Empanada combo. Now, a good chile relleno is probably my favorite dish, but when that chile is a Hatch green (as opposed to the more typical poblano) as Chuy’s rellenos always are, well, then, it doesn’t get much better, but when it comes with a chicken empanada with green chile sauce, it does get better. Much better.

Yesterday, I enjoyed the Macho Burrito – roasted pork, jack cheese and guacamole – smothered in green chile tomatillo sauce. While not as exciting as the Relleno/Empanada combo it was right tasty and a real slow burner. We also tried the Extreme Salsa, a thick green chile (and avocado, I think) paste, that wasn’t really extreme, but was very good.

So far, Chuy’s is once again delivering another awesome green chile festival. I only wish my car smelled of fresh roasted green chiles.

Old Photo Friday

This little gem is of my neighbors Mike (with the gun) and Billy. They were our neighbors at Subic Bay Naval Base in The Philippines. My guess is that I took the picture sometime in 1979.

I have a whole series of these pictures of us doing action poses with the gun. Our friend Jimmy and Billy’s brother Chris were also involved.

Mike’s shirt, you’ll notice, reads, “Iran is a four letter word.” No doubt it’s back in style in certain circles. He also had one with a nuclear explosion that said, “Made in America. Tested in Japan. Use it in Iran.”

Everyone, including me, wanted those shirts back then even though we didn’t have a clue what Iran was all about or why eight-year-olds should be wearing shirts advocating mass death for an entire nation.

Fortunately, my parents had the good sense to not let me have one.

I wonder if we’ll soon be seeing such shirts adorning today’s youngsters.

Photoblogging on WordPress

The picture is of the business school at the University of Texas at Austin. Why?

Because it’s so easy to photoblog now.

On thing that’s always been a bit annoying about WordPress is that it’s not the friendliest blogging tool when you want to use images. Typically, I’ve had to resize them in a photoeditor, then upload them to my hosting service, then import the URLs into the blog.

But, I’ve found and just installed Photopress, a very cool plug-in. I had to do some CSS tweaking to get it to work with my layout, but now when you click the photo tab on my blog (or click one of the photos) it will take you to the photo page where all the images I use (and any others that I don’t blog, but want to share) can be seen.

Best of all, uploading photos is now a one-step process.

Update: WordPress now supports proper photoblogging. Yay WordPress.

A Mysterious Fruiting

During the days of yesteryear (the historical period immediately following ‘yore’) it is said that students would sometimes leave an apple on the desk of a favorite teacher.

Now I’m sure these weren’t organic braeburn or fuji apples fresh from Whole Foods, and were occasionally rotten ones found on the way to school, left only as a means to curry favor, but still it seems a nice tradition.

And so it came to pass in the days of, well not yesteryear, but close to yesterday, that I arrived at school to find that someone had left a lemon on my desk. It’s a nice looking lemon and it’ll probably find its way to the bottom of a martini, but what is it supposed to mean?

Backyard Trees

I’ve always loved night photography and used to spend hours wandering the streets of downtown Austin looking for interesting shots.

I love the way light changes and colors run when long exposures are used. Everything seems more mysterious and otherworldly.

Here’s a few from my backyard the other night…

A Dark Matter

Whilst the world quibbles about Pluto’s status as a dwarf planet, I thought I’d follow up on the real astronomy story – well covered over at Cosmic Varianceproof of the existence of dark matter. I was, however, taken aback by a matter far darker: Katherine Harris’ condemnation of the separation of church and state.

Said Harris (via the Washington Post):

Rep. Katherine Harris (R-Fla.) said this week that God did not intend for the United States to be a “nation of secular laws” and that the separation of church and state is a “lie we have been told” to keep religious people out of politics.

“If you’re not electing Christians, then in essence you are going to legislate sin,” Harris told interviewers from the Florida Baptist Witness, the weekly journal of the Florida Baptist State Convention.

Yikes.

It never ceases to amaze me how easy it is for ignorant people to get elected to public office in this country. It’s especially ironic when one considers that nearly every other profession requires a working knowledge of the field. Wouldn’t it be nice if politicians were required to pass a test on political science, political philosophy, or even better the history of our country?

It’s pretty clear that founding fathers were Deists and not evangelicals as Harris and her ilk would like us to believe. Wikipedia’s entry on Deism has this, which is a good jumping off point for further exploration:

In America, Deists played a major role in creating the principle of separation of church and state, and the religious freedom clauses of the First Amendment of the Constitution. American Deists include John Quincy Adams, Ethan Allen, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, and James Madison.

There is debate as to whether George Washington was a deist or not.

Thomas Paine published The Age of Reason, a treatise that helped to popularize deism throughout America and Europe.

One does not need to delve to deeply into history to see that the intermingling of church and state is a terrible thing, bad for government and bad for religion. I suspect the founding fathers – a religious sounding term if ever there was one – knew that. (There are some interesting quotes from the founding fathers at Bring It On, discovered via The Gun Toting Liberal.)

If Harris is representative of the conservative movement in this country, I hope that the fiscal and libertarian wing of the Republican party will someday (and soon) stand up and take back their party. But even if she isn’t representative, she is, sadly, a Representative to the US House.

Weekend Hound Blogging: Three Dog Pack

We almost adopted a third greyhound back in March. Last weekend while working the meet-n-greet we learned that he was still available, and so we decided to become a three hound home. The plan was that he would move in on Friday evening.

Friday turned into a heartbreaking day, though. We lost Morrison to cancer, but we decided to go ahead and not postpone the new guy’s arrival. Besides, Morrison had already met and approved of him earlier in the week when he came for a visit. Welcoming a new hound on the same day we said goodbye to Morrison seemed a bit strange at first, but Joey is such an upbeat, happy dog, that we were all quickly glad he was there.

This is Joey…

Greyhound Joey

Joey is a 71 pounder, obviously a handsome fella. He’s a velcro hound, and a true cuddle monster.

His wonderful foster mom took great care of him, helping him through a number of neuroses. For instance he no longer lives in fear of ceiling fans, but he does occasionally glance up at them to make sure they’re not coming to get him.

He knows “target,” “shake,” and “take a bow,” which makes him our best educated dog.

He ran two races, but lost them both. He’s considered a special needs dog because of his weirdness quirkiness neurotic nature, but he fits right in here at the house of weird special needs dogs.

Here’s what the Greyhound Pets of America – Central Texas adoption site said about him:

[Brindle, male, 3 years old, cat friendly, small dog friendly, no small children, special needs]
Our Joey, with a combination of medication, gentle training, and consistency, has made tons of progress. This spring, Joey completed a basic obedience class that required him to (1) leave the house, (2) ride in the car, (3) interact with strangers, and (4) learn while in the outdoors — not far from a busy highway! He has a very nice “come,” “off,” “target,” and “wait,” and a pretty good “down” and “take a bow.” Joey will also ‘woof’ to go out or come in. His house manners are very good, although a croissant left on a countertop is way too big a temptation for him. Although he no longer fears helicopters or ceiling fans, he remains somewhat anxious and obsessive, especially in new places. That’s just Joey, and he is extremely workable, given a patient guardian. This beautiful dog is very bonded to his foster mom, whom he follows everywhere in the house and yard. He kind of wishes he were top dog, but when the 17-lb., blind, elderly terrier in his foster home scolds him, Joey straightens up and flies right. Joey does well with calm children 7 years old and up, adults, and all other critters except the squirrels in the garden — he dreams of squirrel stew. 

The label on his medication says that he isn’t supposed to drink alcohol, drive or operate heavy machinery, but he can hang out on the couch and play with toys including his giant wolf.

Joey and his Wolf

Phoebe and Daphne seem to really like him, and Phoebe likes the new toys (especially that wolf) that came with him.

Joey’s been here since Friday and he fits right in. Friday was an awful day, but I’m glad we didn’t postpone his arrival because he’s already made this weekend a lot more bearable.

Friday was bittersweet, but it ended with a bit of a brown brindle lining. 

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Weekend Cat Blogging: Goodbye, Little Man

Morrison 

On Friday morning, we learned that Morrison had cancer. He’d been vomiting for a few days, and when we took him in to see the internist who had been treating his diabetes, she couldn’t hear his heartbeat because of a massive tumor. There was another one in his sinus, and she said that the best treatment would only buy him a few painful weeks if it didn’t kill him outright. She couldn’t believe he could even still breathe without oxygen.

Our little guy deserved better, and we couldn’t bear the thought of him suffering so we decided to say goodbye and euthanize him then. It’s hard to say goodbye to old friends who are such a part of the family. Morrison was my wife’s cat for two years before she met me so he really was there at the beginning. Fortunately for me he liked me as much as I liked him.

I went from being a strict dog person to a dog and cat person over the eleven years that I lived with Morrison. There are many things that I will miss such as his coming to wake us up in the morning, his unique trick of petting his face with his back paw, the way he used to lay there and chew on the dogs’ nylabones that were almost as big as him, his habit of knocking keys off the counter and looking at you like he really wasn’t trying to hit the dogs, and the way he always soldiered on despite arthritis, diabetes, hyperthyroidism, and all kinds of other issues.

It was a hard two years for him, but he was never unhappy, never in pain, and always a great friend.

We’ll miss him terribly, but always cherish the time we had with him.

Update: My wife has a beautiful post about him on her blog. And a cute picture as well.