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Author: James Brush

James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Last weekend, we went to see the latest big fantasy-based-on-literature blockbuster (a genre for which I’m a sucker): The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. It’s been a few years since I read the book, but I felt the filmmakers did a nice job bringing this story to the screen, which must have been a tricky task. CS Lewis provided great lengths of potential rope for filmmakers to hang themselves: talking animals, Santa Claus, child actors, unicorns. It’s all there, potential landmines to raise the audience cringe factor, and yet they pulled it off. Even Santa. It’s sometimes cute, but never cutesy.

There has been much made about the politics and religious subtext of this film, but my advice is put that aside and go for the ride because it’s quite a ride. If you want a Gospel allegory or a call to destroy evil, it’s there for the taking, but it’s not so overt that one feels beaten into submission to a message afterwards. First and foremost, this is well-crafted and lovingly-designed entertainment. The battle scenes are exciting and choreographed in the Peter Jackson/Lord of the Rings style that has become the new standard. The sound production at the very start of the big battle is amazing and must be experienced in a theater.

More importantly, though, Director Andrew Adamson does a nice job bringing out the underlying emotions and conflicts within the hearts of his young characters: Peter’s desire to fight for a cause; Susan’s logical skepticism; Edmund’s need for independence from his siblings; Lucy’s adventurousness. There are also moments of humor, fear, sadness and horror such as when Aslan upholds his end of the bargain with the White Witch. You know what happens if you’ve read the book, but it’s still terrifying and heartbreaking.

It’s a fun movie that gets the story right. If you have read the book, you won’t find anything especially new or insightful here, but it’s well-worth a trip to the theater and probably a second viewing when it comes out on DVD. I’ll be looking forward to the impending string of sequels.

New Template for Coyote Mercury

I’ve been playing. Wanting to take my template tinkering to a new level, and because I enjoy fiddling with things, I decided to change the template for my blog, as I’m sure you’ve by now noticed. The three column template came from Thur’s Templates, and was very easy to set up. It took a few hours to insert all the add-ons and hacks I had in my previous template, but now that it’s done, I’m happy.

One cool thing about this is that it’s very easy to change the colors since Thur’s Templates has this in blue, white, and tan in addition to the grey. You just paste in a new CSS section and – Shazam! – a different color.

If things look out of whack with your browser/monitor combination, please leave a comment and let me know. Thanks.

Weekend Hound Report: Staying Warm

Sweaters arrived just a day late for The Blizzard of 2005… er… The Ice Storm of 05…no wait…The Day It Got Below 20 and Some Bridges and Overpasses Froze of 2005:

Hounds in Sweaters

For you non-greyhound people out there, we’re not trying to humiliate our pups by dressing them up. They have no body fat to insulate themselves and so really do need sweaters when it gets cold, but even without sweaters, nobody froze. Phoebe (in red) revealed herself to be something of a scientist, carefully scratching, licking, sniffing and nosing every patch of ice on the back porch in an effort to determine the meaning of it all.

Daphne (in blue), who is a little less intellectual, displayed her alter-ego “dangerous greyhound” and kept trying to run full-speed across the icy patio and up the frozen stairs to the glass backdoor. Happily no bones were broken, and some cat litter on the steps helped her keep traction.

When the sweaters arrived, they tried them on and even though the weather had warmed considerably, the dogs seemed to enjoy wearing them. I suppose they know when they look good.

By the way, the sweaters came from Classy Canine, and they’re great.

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Party Pooping

After reading Burnt Orange Report’s post concerning speculation that Carole Strayhorn might abandon the Republican party (as she once abandoned the Democratic party) to run for Texas governor as an independent, I half-facetiously commented with this:

I like the idea of someone who has officially rejected both parties considering that joining a party seems to be the first step towards political corruption. Perhaps people who join parties ought to be stripped of their right to run for office. We should still let them vote though, I suppose.

Thinking about it a day later, I like the idea even more.

It seems to me that someone who has officially quit both parties isn’t as likely to be told what to do by outside interests. I’ve always felt that people who believe that one party is more or less corrupt than the other are only kidding themselves. The basic problem is that once politicians get entangled in a party, their loyalties shift from their constituents to the party they rely upon for coin. This seems, more often than not, the root of a number of political problems that we see today ranging from the crooked financial dealing being exposed in congress to Bush family cronyism to actions that hover in the gray world between political revenge and treason.

I have no problem when people say that they are liberal, conservative, libertarian (with a lowercase l), moderate, whatever. I am deeply suspicious, though, of anyone who says he or she is a Democrat, Republican, Libertarian or anything with a capital letter. Now, I’m not saying that everyone who joins a party is a crook or a traitor, but I do think that people who run as a member of a party have taken the first step on that road.

A local example. In 2003, the Texas GOP, under the influence of Tom DeLay, launched an apparently crooked mid-decade redistricting effort that split my home county of Travis into three districts in an effort to eliminate Lloyd Doggett, a Democrat. Incidentally, this is why DeLay now believes he can’t get a fair trial in Austin. Doggett kept his seat, but the effort managed to add several GOP congress-stooges to the US House, all of whom, naturally, owe everything to DeLay and the GOP machine that put them there and very little to the people who actually voted for them.

The most appalling thing, though, was the behavior of several members of the Texas House who went against the interests of their Travis county constituents and voted to spilt Travis County into three congressional districts in such a way that the city of Austin now has no US Congressional representative to call its own. I engaged in a thoughtful and interesting email discussion with my local house member, and the bottom line for him was that he had to stand with his “friends” (Tom DeLay) who had helped elect him. In the 2004 elections, the voters of Travis County wisely threw this guy out.

However, to say that corruption is a Republican problem is a fool’s paradise. This is why I won’t join a party, and will even support a competent candidate who is loyal to his or her constituents over a disloyal or incompetent one, regardless of either hypothetical politician’s party affiliation. I usually vote towards the left and since I live in the real world, I find I usually support Democrats over independents. I hate it, but there it is. Joining a party makes one an enabler, so when voting for either party, I’m hurting the state or the country. Of course, voting for independents seems to help Republicans, which in these times hurts us more. The best situation would be the total and simultaneous collapse of both parties, but that doesn’t seem likely.

Ultimately, I don’t know who I’ll support for Texas Governor except that it won’t be Rick Perry. I will also sit out the 2006 primaries so that I can sign Kinky Friedman’s petition to be added to the ballot as an independent. At least he’s trying. If Strayhorn decides to prove just how tough a grandma she is by going indy, that’s even better.

Del.icio.usly Tagging My Blog

After continuing to experiment with categories for organizing blog posts, I broke down and started a del.icio.us account and began to experiment with tags. It didn’t take long to get hooked. Then I went back to freshblog’s Blogger Hacks and read up on categories using del.icio.us and various other methods. I experimented with this (which was cool but apparently doesn’t get picked up by Technorati) and read several other hacks, but ultimately decided I liked the ease of using this method, which relies on this bookmarklet to generate the del.icio.us and Technorati code for my tags.

I then tagged all my old posts (which only took an hour) and will continue tagging in the future. When I get a chance, I’ll install the del.icio.us tagroll or some other such tool in the sidebar to make it even easier to navigate.

Though I like the fact that the manual method doesn’t rely on an outside service and maintains a consistent feel to using the site, this is so much easier and doesn’t require constant re-publishing of old posts. I still wish Blogger would develop a system for internal categories, but for now I will tag. I’ll keep the categories link up and may continue to use categories for some of my posts.

In the meantime my del.icio.us tags are here.

Enjoying Arctic Air

Coming from New England it’s hard not to smile when everyone freaks out about the occasional ice storms. I know that most people who aren’t used to driving in icy conditions can have problems, and it’s been seventeen years since I lived in Rhode Island so I’m sort of one of those people now, but I just don’t dread these kinds of fronts. In fact, I love them.

Right now, the sky is a dark, hard gray and the trees are swaying gently back and forth. It’s nice to go outside for a few minutes and remember how much I wish for days like this when it’s 108 degrees in September. Given the choice between heat and cold, I prefer cold, but my brother makes a good case to the contrary when he points out that one never has to shovel hundreds of pounds of heat out of the driveway. Still, I’ll enjoy the cold while it lasts.

So I take it all in. The air – damp and cold – rattles my lungs a bit; the wind bites and stings. At first it doesn’t feel too cold, and I wonder what the big deal is (The University of Texas closed at 2:00) but then it works its way in, and I start to really feel it. I love staying out past that point, just starting to shiver, before going in for my coat. I wish it would actually snow or at least ice over enough to shut the city down for a day or two, but that’s a bit too much to ask. By Friday I’ll probably be wearing shorts again.

Looking Up

Last night, I got my telescope out for the first time in years and set it up in the driveway, which gave me a nice view of the Moon slipping below the roof of the house. Low in the sky and in its waxing crescent phase, the Moon looked beautiful to the naked eye. Through the ‘scope I just about got lost in the impact craters and mountains thrown into starkest relief by the sun’s light raking across its surface. I could have stared at it for hours, slowly tracking the telescope along the terminator, studying each mountain, each crater.

When it finally fell below the roof, I turned the ‘scope around to the east to try for a glimpse of the Pleiades, but a street light ruined the view so I’ll have to wait until later in the winter (or the night) to catch a better view when it clears the glare. I didn’t try for Mars for the same reason, but perhaps if I go to the backyard, I might be able to see it over the house, which might block the accursed light.

The Sky

We’re getting one of those leaden-sky cold fronts that comes through every now and again. Looking out the window, I see that the sky now displays a vaguely striped pattern. The light is very cold, very blue, and finally wintry looking. The trees hardly move, and I can’t see a single bird. I love being outside on days like this when everything seems quiet and just waiting.

Hell’s Belles Salute Austin

On Saturday, we went to see Hell’s Belles, the Seattle-based all female AC/DC tribute band, play Stubb’s. As mentioned in a previous post, my cousin, Lisa (Malcolm Young) Brisbois, is in this band and that’s what brought us to the show. Now I know my cousin is in this band, so I may be biased, but I’m also not that into AC/DC so I think it balances out.

In a way, not being familiar with much other than AC/DC’s most well-known songs allowed me to appreciate the band in their own right. Had it not been for such crowd-pleasers as “Highway to Hell,” “You Shook Me All Night Long,” “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap,” and “Big Balls,” I probably wouldn’t have known that they were covering AC/DC. But it didn’t matter. Hell’s Belles just absolutely rocked. I love seeing shows when I know very little of a band’s music and still walk away having totally enjoyed the set. This was one such evening.

One of the things that contributes (emphasis on tribute) to the band’s show is what comes across as a real love for AC/DC. This is not a parody or a deconstruction act; this is truly a tribute to the energy, excitement and fun of AC/DC’s music, and seeing that legendary band’s testosterone-heavy swagger performed with such enthusiasm and love for the material by a group of highly talented women is wickedly subversive in its own right, which is exactly what hard rock should be.

Lead guitarist Adrian (Angus Young) Conner and Singer Jamie (Brian Johnson/Bon Scott) Nova maintained an all-out intensity throughout the evening that had everyone on both levels of Stubb’s indoor venue rocking, dancing, and having a great time. This was a show where everyone was into the music and having fun. Even the woman who fell and busted her ass while doing what appeared to be an I-used-to-be-a-stripper routine for her husband came up smiling and kept on rocking.

This was one of the most energetic, all-out rockin’ shows I’ve seen in a long time, and I do hope they come back. In the meantime, Conner – who is based in Austin – has a band called Adrian and the Sickness that is surely worth checking out when they play around here.