This time last year, I was listening to “War Pigs” on repeat.
It’s depressing that it’s still relevant for the foreseeable future.
The video is perfect. No need to embellish Ruthie Foster’s powerful performance of this Black Sabbath classic.
GRIZZLY PEAR
This time last year, I was listening to “War Pigs” on repeat.
It’s depressing that it’s still relevant for the foreseeable future.
The video is perfect. No need to embellish Ruthie Foster’s powerful performance of this Black Sabbath classic.
After reading Burkeman’s excellent 4000 Hours, I borrowed this cheeky little BBC radio series “The Power of Negative Thinking” on Overdrive/Libby.
Strangely, the last half hour is a non-sequitur program about “Imposter Syndrome”.
To be honest, I’ve never really struggled with Imposter Syndrome. I’ve always had a good knack about my own skills and strengths and never felt the need to hide my vulnerabilities.
Such openness might have cost me some opportunities, but it also saved me from a lot of stress. If someone hired me, I always felt, “I’ve been honest about what I can provide, so if it goes wrong, they shoulder much of the blame for picking me.”
But Imposter Syndrome seems to be a real issue for a lot of folks, and I suspect this is a great piece for someone who suffers from it.
The first hour about negative thinking is fun, so in all, it’s worth the hour and a half if you can find it at your library.
The flip side of leaving Houston ten years ago is arriving in Las Vegas ten years ago.
Gotta celebrate that with the King, though Ann-Margaret completely owns this scene, shot in the old UNLV gymnasium, now the Marjorie Barrick Museum of Art.
We spent our last night in Houston a decade ago on 2/13/2013.
The apartment was packed up and we’d head out for Las Vegas on Valentines Day.
In honor of our years H-town, here is a ridiculous song that captures the brashness of that energetic city in all its problematic glory.
We miss it.
After a long delay from a busted tire on the car trailer the next day, we’d enjoy our most memorable Valentines Dinner eating packaged salad on the parking lot at Buc-ee’s in San Antonio (as in sitting on the concrete tarmac and eating our meal, cause they didn’t have picnic tables at the truck stop).
By Dave Brubeck, played by the Lincoln Center Orchestra with Wynton Marsalis.
In college I was cast in a modern dance piece that included this song and Dave Brubeck’s “Unsquare Dance”.
(I had no business performing, but males were in short supply.)
A few years later came YouTube and the realization that this song was paired with a great video.
I’ve fallen behind, so let’s declare amnesty and just power through the past half year in reverse chronological order.
Bambi, Algar, Armstrong, Hand, 1942
OMG the animation is mind-blowingly gorgeous. The oil painted backgrounds are luscious and the hand animation holds up against anything you see today. It’s a natural outgrowth of the work the studio did in Fantasia. We watched it on Saturday and I could watch it again tomorrow.
The Muppet Christmas Carol, Brian Henson, 1992
Another classic on Disney+. This one’s status is dependent on the original story and time of the year. I gotta wonder what Michael Caine was thinking about his career as a A-list actor playing with dolls. Did he take in good fun?
Zootopia, Howard, Moore, Bush, 2016
Was fun when we watched it a few years ago, and fun again. The kids really enjoyed it too. Not a masterpiece like Bambi, but certainly in the top third of Disney’s esteemed catalog.
Luck, Holmes, Abad, 2022
The only reason I watched it was because Lasseter was involved. He might have been good in his heyday, but it’s obvious he needed the Pixar team more than they needed him. The story was drawn out and the animation awkward. Absolute mediocrity at best.
Wolfwalkers, Moore & Stewart, 2020
Lovely film to round out the trilogy with Secret of the Kells and Song of the Seas. A welcome respite from the Pixar-Disney-Dreamworks 3D hegemony.
Home Alone, Chris Columbus, 1990
Fun. I didn’t watch it until just a few years ago. I’ve always had something against rambunctious brats (I didn’t get into Calvin and Hobbes until I realized the peerless quality of the Watterson’s drawings). I could see this movie becoming a holiday staple until the kids are old enough to watch Tokyo Godfathers.
Toy Story 4, Josh Cooley, 2019
Pixar knows what their doing, even if I’m not totally sold on Bo Peep becoming an action hero.
Toy Story 3, Lee Unkrich, 2010
A fun caper. Slightly better than Toy Story 2, but the original still holds the crown in my heart, in spite of the dated graphics.
Frankenweenie, Tim Burton, 2012.
It’s OK as a stop motion full length movie. Maybe I didn’t enjoy it as much because we weren’t expecting a black and white film. I should watch the original half-hour show. I wonder if brevity might have shaped a better story.
Encanto, Bush, Howard, Smith, 2021
It was such a big deal the year before. After getting a Disney+ account we had to watch it. It’s fine. I enjoyed the wacky song and dance numbers but the movie just ran too darn long. Then again, they all drag out nowadays.
Kung Fu Panda (1-3), Osborne & Stevenson, 2008, Jennifer Yuh Nelson, 2011, Carloni & Nelson, 2016
Fun popcorn series. I can’t remember a ton from any given movie but I’ve watched each of these films at least twice and wouldn’t argue against watching them again. My wife isn’t fond of the chop suey orientalism, but I’m inured to it.
Kung Fu Panda: The Dragon Knight, season 1, 2022
Awful TV show, but the kids liked it. My wife didn’t even bother to watch this.
Lucifer (ep 1 and 2), Tom Kapinos, 2016
The first couple episodes were fun, but I wasn’t going to invest hours of my life on this show.
Love Death + Robots (seasons 1-3), Tim Miller, 2019-2022
I love animation. This series fulfilled every bit of it’s promise. Each short is a banger so it’s hard to pick favorites. But to name four: “Sonnie’s Edge”, “Zima Blue”, “The Very Pulse of the Machine”, and “Jibaro”. I may have to re-up with Netflix when season 4 comes out.
Arcane, Pascal Charrue & Arnaud Delord, 2021
I finally got around to watching it long after the buzz from it’s release. It’s great. Didn’t realize that a video game company could produce such a good story. The fight at the end of Episode 7 of is one of the best fight scenes I’ve ever watched. Even though the nine episode series kind of runs out of steam at the end, I still spent the week after watching Arcane commentary on YouTube to process the journey.
In 2020, I decided to purchase “only” twelve books. I cheated with a few caveats and provisos, but I’ve been decent at limiting my purchases in the past three years.
It helps that my desire to own physical books has diminished after discovering ebooks and audiobooks on Libby/Overdrive, even though I’m now buying physical copies of books that I really enjoy!
Before I step into one last “new-normal”, returning to the office tomorrow morning, I thought I should finally publish this long brewing update of my book purchases and share my wall of shame from the past three years. As always, I’m quite bad at predicting what “future Justus” will want to read.
(No kidding, look at the boxes of books in the garage while we pretend to look for a permanent house).
I’m trying to create a little library of books that to re-read regularly, classics to revisit every year or two. For now, I’ll give myself a dispensation so these don’t count against my limit.
Gulp! Lots of reading!
As always, this is a good reminder why I must only buy one book at a time. Whenever I shoot past the immediate future, I end up with a great book buried in piles of other books that haven’t been read (yet?).
After I wrote the initial draft of this mega-list in mid-2022, Libby stopped syncing across my iOS devices forcing me to reset the devices. I had multiple tagged items that weren’t synced, and the only way to rescue the tags were to export them and then manually re-tag them after fixing the glitch. This exercise highlighted how much my interests would drift in just a few months. All these tags carried the lingering aura of past desire, but I had lost interest in almost all of them.
Given my fondness for organizing things, I followed up that exercise with sorting out my Amazon lists. These lists go back a decade, so this was reliving the past on steroids. I’m certain all the books I listed are worthy of my time, but I’ve finally accepted that I’ll never get around to reading any of them. I should just delete those entries, but I’m not yet mature enough to take that step.
Even so, I’m keenly aware that time is not my friend. I need to come to grips with the fact that there are only about 432 books left in my lifetime (12 x 36).
An exquisite pairing of surreal poetry with surreal watercolors.
Sendak’s haunting elegy for his brother.
The final book of a Master’s career.
I haven’t experienced loss to fully understand this book.
I’ll comprehend this book one day, life doesn’t let one escape so easily.
And if you exit unscathed, then others must bear the pain.
So I hope to grasp this book one day.
But let it be long away.