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Rove quits

Proving the old adage that even rats know to abandon a sinking ship, Karl Rove stepped down from his job as advisor to President Bush. It's funny how family suddenly becomes a top priority when you're being called to testify before congress.

This quote reveals his view of congressional oversight:

When asked for his reaction to those who say he's being "run out of town," Rove responded, "That sounds like the rooster claiming to have called up the sun."

Perhaps most interesting is Rove's view of democracy as revealed by this statement:

What about those who say he's leaving to avoid Congressional scrutiny? "I know they'll say that," he says, "But I'm not going to stay or leave based on whether it pleases the mob."

posted by dan | 08/13/07| 09:29:28 pm| culture/news| Leave a comment »


And We're Back! (pictures added)

After close to 2 months (long months) without the internet, we are now finally connected again! Sure, Lucas had access at work and I could visit the public library when I needed to do important things such as pay bills or finalize closing documents for our house...but all these things just feel so much safer from your own home. Or house, if you will. Lucas and I moved into our first house last Saturday--woohoo! We spent the last week stripping texture off the wall, slopping up joint compound, sanding off the joint compound, priming, and finally painting the front room in the house. Ideally, this process was to have been repeated in every room in the house, due to the less than desirable wall texture throughout. However, this is long and tedious work and I am now investigating alternatives, such as the ever popular nailing up all new drywall technique. I'm sure that is both a time and money saver. We have "before" pictures that I will get posted here soon. Maybe even later today if I want to. I can be choosy now that I have the internet at home. Take that Comcast! (note: that probably doesn't make much sense, but I'll have Lucas explain our dealings with Comcast later. He tells it much better than me).

Our House

~Kelly

posted by kelly | 08/13/07| 06:23:10 pm| Miscellany| 4 comments »


Big Weekend

We had a packed weekend these last few days.

On Friday, Ruth and I went to see Becoming Jane in Brea, then went to Lucy's so Ruth could re-buy the pair of flip-flops she had just bought a few days before (sadly, her purse and the flip-flops were stolen out of her car while we were working out in the park last week). I went on shopping and happened to be at the same store at the same time as my sister, so we joined forces and shopped more. I bought a couple of shirts, a cool non-spill-non-slip-has-a-spout mixing bowl, and a set of baking/mixing bowls. That night we had dinner with the family at Gaetano's for Jenny's birthday, followed by cake and ice cream at my parents' place.

Saturday, we got up and got ready for a fun day out. We thought it would take 2-3 hours to get to La Jolla, but it ended up taking FOUR. Worst drive EVER! Fortunately, we were still able to join the tour and were assisted into a kayak heading out onto the ocean. Considering it's been about 15 years since I went more than knee-deep in the ocean and have never been in any kind of boat, I think I did okay. I got a little testy with Ric since I was a little nervous and couldn't handle his jokes well while trying to steer and stay afloat. But once we got the hang of things, it was fun. We followed along with the tour into the ocean, over by the cliffs, past the cute sea lions, and into a cave. And we didn't fall in! We also had a great time afterwards with a feast of food on the grill and on the fire. The drive back was about half as long, too. Ric passed out as soon as he hit the bed and I actually fell asleep in the bath. Haha. It was a busy but fun day. Special thanks and well wishes to our organizer! ;)

Sunday I met up with the Andersons at church, where Emily was pretty loud. I guess she knew it was her special day. That afternoon, Ric and I joined the Andersons, their family, and friends, and we dedicated Emily to God. The children's pastor from our church came out specially to do the ceremony in Liz's parents' home, since the church wasn't going to have a baby dedication for a while, and Colin is deploying in a couple of weeks. I think the pastor was thrown off by the way all of us joked, but it was clear that there was a lot of love in the room for Emily. Afterwards, Ric headed out to a few hours of work while I went shopping and bought some towels for the bathroom, finished watching 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, started watching Scenes from a Marriage, and spent a couple of hours breaking down boxes, killing ants and beetles, pulling out giant weeds, and raking leaves while listening to The Count of Monte Cristo. We finished off the night with popcorn, frozen lemonade, and Lost.

Up this week: same hopes as last - I'm hoping we'll make more progress inside the house, if Ric and I can get some free time together when Ric isn't tired out from work. We need to re-hang the bottom rack in the closet, which fell with a giant bang a week or two ago (and my clothes have been floor-bound ever since), as well as determine the final layout of the living room so I can finally unpack the books and make it look like we didn't just move in yesterday. :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GRACE!

posted by Jeri | 08/13/07| 05:34:50 pm| monday| 1 comment »


Battered Lyrics

I've been listening to a lot of Billie Holiday and Louis Armstrong in the past week. I love the melodies, rhythms, and vocals. I love playing this type of music on the piano as well.

But check out some of the messed-up lyrics, which must have been written either by battered housewives/mistresses, or their abusive men:

From "Don't Explain":
You know that I love you
And what love endures;
All my thoughts are of you,
For I'm so completely yours.
Can't you hear folks chatter?
And I know you cheat.
But right and wrong don't matter,
When you're with me, sweet.

From "My Man":
It costs me a lot, but there's one thing that I've got - it's my man, it's my man...
He's not much on looks, he's no hero out of books, but I love him, yes I love him.
Two or three girls has he, that he likes as well as me, but I love him.
I don't know why I should: he isn't true, he beats me too, what can I do?
Oh my man, I love him so, he'll never know how my life is just despair, but I don't care...
What's the difference if I say, "I'll go away," when I know I'll come back on my knees someday?
For whatever my man is, I'm his forevermore!

Yikes.

posted by Jeri | 08/13/07| 01:41:07 pm| music| Leave a comment »


Ten Reasons to Love Chaucer's Canterbury Tales: #10

This is it. We've finally reached the end of my little stroll through The Canterbury Tales. For those who have stuck along for the whole ride, I hope you've enjoyed what has really been for me a very selfish and self-indulgent look at one of my favorite works of literature. There's enough material in Chaucer's work to fill volumes and volumes of analysis, so I've been focusing on the things that are most interesting to me: specifically, the ways The Canterbury Tales was centuries ahead of its time. Even though I haven't said so directly, my overall view of the work is that Chaucer is a proto-postmodernist (to invent an unnecessary high-falutin' label). In other words, his writing contains elements of literature that we see in the most inventive fiction writers of the 20th century.

The writing of tales to suit the personalities of their fictional storytellers; the use of (and possible parody of) various story styles; the inclusion of an intentionally bad tale in the case of the Reeve; the nonlinear story structure and feminist views of the Wife of Bath; a straightforward morality tale that takes on layers of irony when told by the hypocritical Pardoner: all of these, in their own ways, contain traces of postmodernism. If this were all there was to The Canterbury Tales, it would still be, as I have claimed, a fascinating work of literature and centuries ahead of its time.

Fortunately, Chaucer takes it a step farther, into a particular style of postmodernist writing that we call metafiction (again with the labels, I know). What I am talking about is...

Reason #10: Chaucer's Tales of Sir Topas and Melibee.

Before we get to Chaucer, though, a little more background. Metafiction, broadly defined, is fiction about fiction. More specifically, it is self-conscious writing that calls attention to its own status as fiction. In metafiction, writers may break the fourth wall by addressing the reader directly or interacting with their own characters.

For example, Kurt Vonnegut begins Slaughterhouse-Five by speaking to the reader about the writing of the book the reader is currently holding in his or her hands. The main story of the novel is a fictional character whose life is based partly on Vonnegut's own personal experiences in World War II. Several times during the narrative this character has a chance encounter with a random bystander, about whom Vonnegut interjects, "That was I. That was me," thus transporting himself into the fictional world of the novel.

In his next novel, Breakfast of Champions, Vonnegut inserts himself into the story even more directly. Again, the book is an entirely fictional story with characters of Vonnegut's invention. At the climax of the book, Vonnegut says he could not simply stand back and observe what's happening, so he writes himself into the scene, even having a conversation with the main character, in which Vonnegut behaves as a god-like figure who has created the entire world of the novel.

One more example: The film Adaptation is about screenwriter Charlie Kaufman trying to adapt the book The Orchid Thief into a movie. He can't figure out an interesting way to do it, and he ultimately comes up with the idea of making the film about his own attempt at writing the script. It's a wonderfully self-referential film in which the main character is the real-life screenwriter and his fictional twin brother, who shares a writing credit on the film.

What does all of this have to do with The Canterbury Tales? In the General Prologue Chaucer writes in the first person, telling about himself meeting the company of pilgrims. For the rest of the book he is along for the ride, listening to their tales and relaying them to us. Of course, this is a fictional construct: Chaucer is merely pretending to be an observer in his own book. For most of The Canterbury Tales the fictional Chaucer takes a very passive role, listening to the tales, passing them on to us, and inserting occasional comments.

Eventually, though, the Host turns to Chaucer and criticizes him for his non-participation. He gently teases him for being overweight and calls on him to tell a tale. Chaucer agrees to tell one, but he also offers a disclaimer (modern translation borrowed from here):

"Mine host," said I, "don't be, I beg, too stern,
For of good tales, indeed, sir, have I none,
Except a long rhyme I learned in years agone."

At first it seems Chaucer is merely feigning humility, considering what a great writer he obviously is. But this Chaucer is a fictional construct within the story, and is not merely being modest: he really is a terrible storyteller.

The tale he tells is a silly little fairy tale about a knight named Sir Topas. It's a ridiculous story, told in simple and vapid verse, and is best understood as a parody of some of the popular poetry of Chaucer's time. In fact, for many years audiences considered the Tale of Sir Topas to be a great story that is unfairly cut short before it is finished. It wasn't until later that scholars began to recognize the satirical nature of the writing.

The true quality of the tale ought to be obvious from the pilgrims' opinion of it. Before Chaucer has gone very far in the story he is interrupted:

"No more of this, for God's high dignity!"
Exclaimed our host, "For you, sir, do make me
So weary with your vulgar foolishness
That, as may God so truly my soul bless,
My two ears ache from all your worthless speech;
Now may such rhymes the devil have, and each!
This sort of thing is doggerel," said he.

"Why so?" I asked, "Why will you hinder me
In telling tales more than another man,
Since I have told the best rhyme that I can?"

"By God!" cried he, "now plainly, in a word,
Your dirty rhyming is not worth a turd;
You do nothing but waste and fritter time.
Sir, in one word, you shall no longer rhyme.
Let's see if you can use the country verse,
Or tell a tale in prose -you might do worse-
Wherein there's mirth or doctrine good and plain."

So Chaucer agrees to abandon the Tale of Sir Topas and tell instead a moral prose story, as requested. He then begins the Tale of Melibee, which is the longest and most agonizingly boring section of The Canterbury Tales. How bad is it? It's so bad that most modern translators don't even bother including it, opting instead for a brief plot summary. I must admit I don't even know what the story is about, because I've never bothered to read it.

Chaucer's Tale of Melibee can be seen either as a prank pulled by the fictional Chaucer as revenge for the Host interrupting his first tale, or merely a continuation of the real-life Chaucer's humorous depiction of himself as a lousy storyteller. Either way, the Tale of Melibee is an elaborate joke on the reader. I love it!

This more or less wraps up my tour through The Canterbury Tales. I'd like to close with a few lines that may or may not go along with the tales mentioned above. The Canterbury Tales ends with a retraction by the author, in which he confesses before Christ the many sinful stories he has written, including the work at hand. It's not entirely clear what Chaucer's intent is here. There certainly was a tradition at the time of writers forsaking their secular works at the end of their lives. However, considering the exhaustive list of works he mentions by name and Chaucer's self-deprecating humor throughout the rest of The Canterbury Tales, the retraction could also be a clever and ironic advertisement for his other works. I naturally prefer the latter explanation. Here it is, in all its Middle English glory, just as Chaucer wrote it:

Now preye I to hem alle that herkne this litel tretys or rede, that if ther be any thynge in it that liketh hem, that therof they thanken oure lord Jhesu Crist, of whom procedeth al wit and al goodnesse. And if ther be any thyng that displese hem, I preye hem also that they arrette it to the defaute of myn unkonnynge, and nat to my wyl, that wolde ful fayn have seyd bettre if I hadde had konnynge. For oure book seith, al that is writen is writen for our doctrine, and that is myn entente. Wherfore I biseke yow mekely, for the mercy of God, that ye preye for me that Crist have mercy on me and foryeve me my giltes; and namely of my translacions and enditynges of worldly vanitees, the whiche I revoke in my retracciouns: as is the book of Troilus; the book also of Fame; the book of the XXV. Ladies; the book of the Duchesse; the book of Seint Valentynes day of the Parlement of Briddes; the tales of Caunterbury, thilke that sownen into synne; the book of the Leoun; and many another book. If they were in my remembrance, and many a song and many a leccherous lay; that Crist for his grete mercy foryeve me the synne.

To read my complete series on The Canterbury Tales, follow the links below.

Introduction and Reason #1: The Language

Reason #2: The Pilgrims and Reason #3: The Knight's Tale

Reason #4: The Miller's Tale and Reason #5: The Reeve's Tale

Reason #6: The Wife of Bath's Prologue and Reason #7: The Wife of Bath's Tale

Reason #8: The Summoner's Tale and Reason #9: The Parson's Tale

Reason #10: Chaucer's Tales of Sir Topas and Melibee and Wrap-up

posted by Kyle | 08/13/07| 12:58:08 pm| Literature| 3 comments »


Booooooooooo!

The advent of endless.com and its offer to pay ME $5 for overnight shipping got me shopping. Check out the website - it's awesome. Unfortunately, my package got delivered, but it wasn't at the doorstep when I got home. I think someone stole it. Good luck fitting into those cute size 6 shoes, you jerk!!

posted by Jeri | 08/13/07| 12:24:27 pm| etc.| 3 comments »


Image from Amazon
Best of American Splendor by Harvey Pekar

posted by Kyle | 08/13/07| 09:59:34 am| Books, Comics| Leave a comment »


I'm the King of Boggle there is none higher, I get eleven points off the word quagmire

This is a picture of an actual round of Boggle Erika and I played a couple of nights ago.

Boggle

If you have a timer nearby, set it for 3 minutes and try to spell as many words as you can before time runs out (if you need a refresher on the rules, go here). After you finish, add up your score and then click Read More to see what I got.

Read more »

posted by Kyle | 08/13/07| 09:40:29 am| Fun and Games| 8 comments »


Empty Album, Empty Promise

Sorry, but I can't get the pictures small enough to load in a reasonable amount of time. But for now, you can go to the picture album page and see the San Francisco album where they will eventually reside.

Oh, and I checked the pictures again--the guy in the halter-vest was actually Rob Siemer. And I thought he was too shy to even wear shorts. Though in his defense he was wearing pants. Leather pants. The kind that are so shiny you can see your reflection in them. But then, how desperate must you be to attempt to see your reflection in Rob Siemer's pants?

I have often wondered about that myself. I do remember one time when I was running late for a job interview and I would have killed to see Flashy Pants, as he is known on the West Coast. I much prefer that to his East Coast nickname: Mirror Butt.

At the diner where we saw Rob, Stephanie asked me, "Do you remember when I said that awful thing about Jesus?" We were in St. Louis in June and we went out to eat with a minivan full of Shives (Ben, Beth, Josh, and Kirsten). We were talking about how we compare ourselves to other people who had already accomplished a lot by the time they were our age. This is a timely conversation to be having since I will be 30 in just over a month.

Then someone said that it was okay because Jesus didn't really do much until he was 30. At that point, Stephanie opined, "He didn't do much after 30 either."

But she's right--he only got three more years. In Swaziland the life expectancy is 34 years, which means if we move there I will only live for another 4 years (I think that's how it works).

I told Steph tonight that I have been thinking of not shaving or cutting my hair again until I get something published. Her burst of shocked laughter said much about her faith in me. Actually, it said more about her disdain for facial hair. And since it will take me longer than two days to publish anything, she loses no matter what.

I hope this meandering blog entry has made you forget about the disappointment of not having pictures to look at. You will have them soon.

My apologies to those who love pictures. Also, apologies to Stephanie for making it seem like she doesn't believe in me. And apologies to Rob for insinuating that he wears reflective apparel. Finally, apologies to Leida, who is, by most accounts at least, black. I am sorry for everything.

posted by peter | 08/13/07| 01:59:29 am| Hough Happenings, Stephisms| 1 comment »


San Francisco Treat

We're in San Francisco for the week, and I would post a picture or two if I could get iPhoto to resize them easily. If I don't resize them, they will take forever to load (for you and me both--so even if I don't mind taking up your time, I'm still not going to do it). Maybe I will put a couple in a new photo album (linked above). That could work.

The homeless here are much meaner, except for one man who seems like a concierge, offering to help people find places to eat that fit their budget and taste. Parking for the week will run us just less than $100, but driving up on the Pacific Coast Highway was worth it.

We went to Fisherman's Wharf and Pier 39 today. Too many people. Don't go.

While we sat at a diner tonight a guy walked by in a leather halter-vest. No, he didn't have a shirt on underneath. Yes, he was Jeremy Patch.

Oh, and they painted the Golden Gate bridge gray. You can see it in the pictures I'll post.

We have eaten neither rice, nor roni. We also have not seen the Olsen twins or Bob Sagat. This trip has sucked. Other than that, it has been great.

posted by peter | 08/13/07| 12:59:03 am| Hough Happenings| Leave a comment »