It's all Julie D.'s (Happy Catholic) fault. She started talking about this odd series, Firefly, that had been on Fox, who showed the episodes out of order and then canceled it because of low ratings. SciFi Channel--home to many of my favorite TV series, like the new Battlestar Galactica--had bought the series and was going to show them all, in order.
Hubs and I were hooked. Okay, so it doesn't take much to hook us: character, setting, plot, well-written scripts acted by a talented cast.
Then we saw the movie, Serenity. Which I added to my Christmas list. And got.
We watched it as a family the other night. The kids haven't watched the series and only DS#2 saw any of the movie (he came in for the last 10 minutes to find us). Serenity is one of those movies that bears watching again and again because you miss so much the first time. The kids enjoyed the movie as a whole. DS#2 thought the ending made more sense now that he saw the beginning. But we don't buy the DVD for just the movie. We buy it for the Extras.
If you're new to the Firefly/Serenity universe, watch Joss Whedon's introduction first. The movie will make much more sense in context.
After the movie, watch the Deleted Scenes. As DD#1 pointed out, most of these were concerned with character development rather than story advancement. And in this 'verse, the characters are at least as important as the story! The Bloopers were okay, except there was much adult (i.e., foul) language that was not bleeped out. The story behind how Serenity rose from the ashes of Firefly was interesting and attests to the power of fans who wanted more and a producer/director who just couldn't give this universe up.
DD#1 felt she would have enjoyed the movie more if she had followed the series and knew the relationships of the characters. Certainly, Hubs and I laughed in places that the kids (and others in the theater) didn't because we knew more of the backstory.
Still, the kids enjoyed it and this is one we'll probably return to because it gets better with the retelling.
Besides, Hubs birthday is coming up and what could be better than a boxed set of Firefly: The Series?
On the March Hare scale: 5 discs out of 5
Thursday, December 29, 2005
It's all Julie D.'s (Happy Catholic) fault. She started talking about this odd series, Firefly, that had been on Fox, who showed the episodes out of order and then canceled it because of low ratings. SciFi Channel--home to many of my favorite TV series, like the new Battlestar Galactica--had bought the series and was going to show them all, in order.
Posted by March Hare at 1:36 PM
This is the third book in the "Thursday Next" series by Jasper Fforde. The women in my family discovered this series independently and quite by accident, which doesn't mean that this is "chicklit."
But it's not easy to describe what it is, exactly.
Thursday Next lives in alternate reality where it is possible to:
- Time travel
- "Jump" into books, talk to the characters (when it's not their scene), stroll around
- Change a story by altering the original manuscript
- Have dodos as pets
- Eradicate someone from all memory, kind of a la George Bailey
Don't worry--you don't have to have read all these books. But it does help. DD#1, who has read the first two books in the series, never has read Jane Eyre. She did watch the movie version with me earlier this month and said she understood the plot of The Eyre Affair much better. My problem is that now I want to go back and re-read some of the Austen and Bronte classics and see what I've forgotten or missed.
Because these books are set in an alternate universe, I find it takes me a couple of chapters to fully get into the rhythm of the book. I read the first two fairly close together and I've received the second two as Christmas gifts; now that I've read The Well of Lost Plots, Something Rotten (Book 4) should be easier.
On the March Hare scale: 4 out of 5 bookmarks, especially if you like fantasy and literature (but aren't a literary snob).
Posted by March Hare at 12:29 PM
This movie was much anticipated in our family and received mixed reviews, mostly split by gender.
Hubs, the girls and I enjoyed it. DD#1 and I have read the book (DD#1 has read the entire series, I believe) and felt that this version is very true to the story. Hubs and DD#2, who have seen other versions, liked the special effects and the acting. Aslan and the White Witch are the best we've seen. Aslan seems wild; the Witch is evil and cold and powerful, although her power literally melts in the light. Where previously I felt that Edmund was a spoiled brat, in this version I felt sorry for him. He's very much the neglected or overlooked "middle child." Peter and Susan rather bully him and baby Lucy. Mum does her best, but there is the stress of wartime and bombings, and Edmund seems to miss his dad more than the others. I can see why he does what he does.
The boys didn't like the movie. DS#1 thought the bombing part was overdone, until DD#1 and I pointed out that actually happened and explains why the children ended up in the house of The Professor. DS#2 thought the dialogue was "corny." I kind of get the feeling that they both felt their emotions were being manipulated (after all, this is Disney) and they didn't like that. DS#2 did admit the final battle scene was pretty cool. I thought the sword fight was well-choreographed; he didn't.
STAY FOR THE CREDITS! I'm a credit-junkie, anyway (victim of film classes in high school), but about half the theater left or were leaving and missed the last bit.
On the March Hare scale: 4 out of 5 Golden Tickets. I think this movie suffered some in comparison with the latest Harry Potter, which has a lot more action. I'm glad we waited a few weeks to see it.
By the way, did anyone else notice the similarity between the last name of the Narnia children (Pensevie) and the Pensieve of Harry Potter fame? (And the word "Pensive"?)
Posted by March Hare at 12:09 PM
Merry Christmas to One and All! May you sing with the angels "Gloria in Excelcis Deo", may you kneel in awe with the shepherds, and may you bring use the gifts He has given you to honor and glorify Him always.
Use all the days of the New Year wisely. If I were as organized as Julie D. over at Happy Catholic, I'd have a quote ready about treating each day as the gift it is: every minute of every 24 hours.
May you enjoy your gift of family, no matter how crazy they drive you. When I was a child, I often resented having so many brothers and sisters. As an adult, I am learning why God gave them to me. (Not an easy lesson--God often needs use a "clue-by-four.") As I watch my own brood grow and fight and laugh and tease and share and teach, I see memories being made and bonds formed that are strong and will help them as they grow older. And I wonder: who will they bring into the family, into my life?
Peace be with you all, and always!
Posted by March Hare at 11:58 AM
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
I was suckered into watching this movie mostly because it is such a historical anachronism. Julie Roberts is in it, and her name appears in the secondary credits, after Debbie Harry who is in the movie for about 90 seconds. Liam Neeson is one of the "stars" and his accent is FOB ("Fresh Off Boat"), including using the word "aye?" at the end of a sentence (much like the Canadian "eh?").
The star of this movie is Justine Bateman. Justine Bateman!!! While I watch her brother, Jason, on Arrested Development, I haven't heard of her for ages. I wonder what she's doing?
The plot is absurdly simple. Justine is the "smart girl" from a New Jersey backwater. Or maybe it's in one of the New York City boroughs. Who knows, who cares? Anyway, she is also the lead singer and mastermind of a garage band, of which Julia Roberts is one of the members. Their keyboardist quits/gets arrested/is pregnant and Justine has to enlist the aid of the boy-across-the-street, who has been playing classical piano his entire life, to be the new keyboardist because the band has an audition "at the shore."
The club owner is played by Neeson, who is also a great lyricist/songwriter who hasn't written anything since his wife's death.
Justine becomes his muse. What a surprise!
Julia has a lowlife boyfriend who wants her to give up her dream of rockstardom and marry him. She is attracted to a blue-blood type who hangs out at the beach. Blue-blood invites her to a party and makes a move, meaning he is crass after all. Old boyfriend comes to beach to find Julia, asks her to marry him. She says yes.
Will Julia marry old boyfriend?
Will Justine forego her scholarship to 1.) move in with Liam or 2.) tour Europe with the band?
Will Liam let her?
Will the blonde band member/guitarist/singer succeed in overdosing?
Will the female hard-as-nails drummer finally allow the keyboard boy-across-the-street to be her boyfriend?
Are the answers in doubt?
The singing isn't bad. It's mostly covers of old songs. The film was released in 1988, so the clothes and hair styles are either very bad (madras plaid pants on the men) or tres chic (crop tops, miniskirts, and leather vests never go out of style).
The movie wasn't bad--but it ain't a classic.
On the March Hare Scale: 2 tickets out of five, if only for Liam Neeson and the nostalgia factor. And the music wasn't half-bad, if you're old enough to remember 1988.
Posted by March Hare at 4:52 PM
I love going to Boy Scout Courts of Honor where the Eagle Rank is being awarded. I especially enjoy those where the recipient is a young man I've known since he was a Cub Scout. Last night I attended one of those.
The recipient is kind of a quiet young man, intense and intellectual. I met him as a Wolf Cub at Day Camp and after he had graduated to Boy Scouts, he became my Den Chief for DS#2's den. So I was honored that he asked me to say a few words at his Court of Honor.
Next to writing a letter of recommendation, writing a speech about someone is the most awkward thing I've ever had to do. In our Boy Scout troop, speeches about the new Eagle usually include some ribbing, recalling all the dumb things the young man did on his way up the Eagle trail. Since this was not my troop, I had to be a bit more careful. I wrote my speech and e-mailed it to Hubs, who e-mailed back his comments. I called DS#2 at home for some memories, which I then proceeded to write down incorrectly. I blame that on DS#2's lack of enunciation; he blames me for being old and not being able to hear.
One thing I did get right: this particular Eagle candidate did not like hiking as a Cub Scout. That has not changed.
His Scoutmaster was the last to speak. "As I thought about what I was going to say," he began, "I wondered if what I knew was right. Listening to the other speakers, I think I have it nailed."
The Court of Honor was held in the lodge at the Scout Camp where we held Day Camp and where portraits of previous Eagle Scouts hang along the walls, including one of DS#1. ("I thought you just had two kids," one of the dads said to me last night.) We spend a lot of time showing the Cub Scouts and the new Boy Scouts these portraits, pointing out members of our troop or boys they know from Day Camp or Resident Camp, trying to inspire them to hang in there, do their best, and follow the trail. I know several of these young men and I am reassured about the future. They are not perfect. They may take their time getting to their goal or take several detours. But, ultimately, they come through. They are men of their word, men of action, leaders as well as followers.
Lord knows, we need them.
Posted by March Hare at 4:29 PM
Monday, December 19, 2005
Yesterday I pointed out to DD#2 that all four candles were lit on the Advent Wreath.
"Hmmm," she whispered. "I wonder if Sis will change the background on the TV."
"Change what background?"
"The background to the onscreen menu. She made it purple when Advent started, then changed it to pink last week. I wonder if she'll change it back?"
So, my DD#1, who argues with me long and hard about how irrelevant the Church is and how it is so much superstition, is following Advent in her own, unique way.
You may be able to take the Girl out of the Catholic Church, but you can't take the Catholic Church out of the Girl...
Posted by March Hare at 10:41 AM
"Who's saying Mass?" DD#2 whispered to me yesterday. And my mind went blank.
In my defense, our parish has had a lot of personnel changes during the last six months. Still, it was embarrassing. After all, I can still remember Fr. Farrell's name (and his face) some 25 years after his death.
Which got me to thinking about how we currently address our priests, at least in my parish.
We still call them "Father," but then we use their first name. Always have in the 19 years we've been here. Growing up, there was no way on God's green Earth that I would have ever been allowed to refer to Fr. Farrell by his first name. Nor any of the associate pastors that came and went over the years, no matter how old or how young they were. My mother's cousin was the only exception--because he was family. And even he was referred to as "Father Jack."
Our new pastor is a rather quiet, conservative kind of fellow. The kind who I would naturally address using his last name. But, following the lead of others in the parish, I don't. Neither do our children. But the children address their teachers and the principal by their last names. In fact, most of the children refer to any and all adults that way. It took me awhile to become comfortable being addressed as "Mrs. Hare," but that's how the kids at the school know me. And when I'm referring to other adults--the parents of my children's friends, for example--I use their last names and encourage my children to do so as well.
I don't know whether this relative informality is good or another symptom of cultural decline. I was deathly afraid of Fr. Farrell--he had been pastor for so long that he knew most of the families in the parish and could identify us by voice in the confessional. I didn't find out until much later that many of the adults in the parish were also afraid of him. They were afraid of priests in general: priests were just one step below the angels and had absolute authority on Earth. Priests were set up on impossibly high pedestals, which must have been rather lonely.
That's not where a father should be.
I'm glad my children feel comfortable around our parish priests. They have joked with some, played pick-up games of basketball with others, groaned at the bad puns favored by another. I, too, feel much more comfortable and less like I'm being called before the Throne of the Almighty when I'm at a potluck dinner or a committee meeting.
Still, I wonder if we have crossed a line maybe should not have been crossed. If so, I am responsible for encouraging my children to do the same.
Sis#2 lives in the U.K. and refers to her pastor by his first name as well. I don't know how common that is or if it's because her pastor is so young (another "Fr. What-a-Waste") or because her BIL is a priest and so she's used to hanging around them.
What's the custom in other parishes? Is this a fairly local, Bay Area phenomenon or is it more widespread? Does the age of the priest (relative to the congregation) matter? Does the personality of the priest make a difference as well? (FWIW, my parish has a large Hispanic and a large Filipino population. Many are immigrants. They also refer to the priests by their first names. I thought it might be due to difficulties in pronunciation, but several of our parish priests have been Filipino themselves.)
Posted by March Hare at 10:00 AM
Sunday, December 18, 2005
The best part of Hubs' job is the free movies. Yesterday was stormy--rainy and cold, with heavy winds. Hubs and DS#2 were camping with the Boy Scouts, so I stayed home with the girls and worked on Christmas presents. And caught up on a couple of movies we hadn't seen.
1.) Jane Eyre: this is the 1995 version directed by Franco Zeffirelli. DD#1 has read The Eyre Affair, but has never read Jane Eyre. It's been 20 years or better since I read it. This movie version was a good introduction and is pretty faithful to what I remember. Young Jane is played by Anna Paquin. Fiona Shaw (Aunt Petunia) plays Jane's mean Aunt Reese in this production. Joan Plowright plays the housekeeper, Mrs. Fairfax. William Hurt plays Mr. Rochester. Charlotte Gainsborough plays Jane as an adult and seems young and plain and strong-willed--a very difficult combination to pull off. Zeffirelli also directed Romeo and Juliet back in 1968 and I fell in love with his ability to use the outer scenery to reflect what is going on in the interior of his characters. He does the same here to great effect.
2.) Hitch: Will Smith as the "Date Doctor." Funny and poignant. If available, watch the outtakes. And the dance scene through the credits. Will Smith is a great romantic comic and plays off Eva Mendes perfectly. There is also a terrific supporting cast, who are very important in this type of movie. Adam Arkin, one of my favorite underused character actors, plays the voice of reason to Mendes's character. Wish I could see more of him--but then I wish I could see more actors and actresses my age! A fairy-tale ending is just about called for and doesn't disappoint. My favorite scene is the Benadryl scene.
3.) The Notebook:A three hanky movie. It was pretty obvious who the story was about. Features James Gardner and Gena Rowlands, with Rachel MacAdams and Ryan Gosling who name is unfamiliar to me (although his face is familiar) playing the young couple. A story of true love and faithfulness. I found that it was a nice change that Lon, the third man in the young couple's story, was a good and sincere man, which gave Allie a really difficult choice to make at the end. I want to read the book, though, because the movie summary refers to Duke, the James Gardner character, as a "salesman" and that's not mentioned in the movie.
4.) Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason: Bridget is a girl after my own heart. Madly in love, basically insecure in it and with herself, good-hearted and loyal, her impulsiveness gets her into all kinds of trouble. Renee Zwelleger has the body of a normal 30-y.o. woman and looks good wearing it. Colin Firth plays Mark Darcy (and, I confess, is the primary reason I watched this movie again) loves Bridget, including her "wobbly bits," but doesn't quite know what to do with her joie d' vivre. Hugh Grant is back as the thoroughly charming rake, Daniel Cleaver. Mum (Gemma Jones) and Dad (Jim Broadbent) are back for comic relief. Bridget's friends include James Gallis (Dr. Gaius Baltar from Battlestar Gallactica) and Shirley Henderson (Moaning Myrtle in Harry Potter 2 & 4). I didn't recognize Ms. Henderson until she spoke. All-in-all a nice bit of fluff on a rainy night.
5.) I (Heart) Huckabees: Very strange movie. I was put off by the first 90 seconds of incredibly foul language, which occurred again later in the movie. This movie got all kinds of rave reviews for originality and comedy. And while it's clever, IMHO, the movie is too self-aware of its own cleverness to be truly funny. Lily Tomlin and Dustin Hoffman play a husband-and-wife team who are existential detectives who Jason Schwartzman hires to determine if the coincidences in his life are truly coincidences or if they mean something. And the movie sort of goes from there with a lot of New Age overtones. While the philosophy stuff was played too broadly to be taken completely seriously, it wasn't exactly played for laughs, either. A bit too modern for my tastes, thankyouverymuch.
Posted by March Hare at 2:07 PM
I picked this book up at my local warehouse store over the summer. I was drawn by the blurb on the back of the book: In 1886 a shy, middle-aged piano tuner receives.. an unusual commission from the British War Office: to travel to the remote jungles of northeast Burma and there repair a rae piano...
The opening pages begin: In the fleeting seconds of final memory, the image that will become Burma is the sun and a woman's parasol.
Frankly, this did not sound like the usual books I read. I thought this might be an heir to The Story of Pi; the story of the clash of cultures between the Oriental and the Occidental, the story of what happens when someone leaves the familiar.
Daniel Mason, the author, is a lyrical writer. Since this story is about a piano tuner, sound plays a significant role in the story, which is also difficult to capture on paper. He manages. He also manages to convey the humidity, the languid beauty of Burma, and its complicated history.
But... (you knew that was coming, right?)
The ending is quite ambiguous. There are many references that the piano tuner came to Burma not just to tune a piano, but because of something else. If, by the end, he knows what it is, I surely don't. Even his fate--does he die? does he live--is somewhat ambiguous.
Well-written, but frustrating, at least to me. The kind of book that, I'm afraid, that gets praised in modern English literature or creative writing classes because it is made for deconstruction.
And sure enough, there is a reading group guide available on the publisher's website. (I haven't checked it out yet.) Perhaps The Piano Tuner requires discussion to be fully appreciated.
The usual suspects love it: The New Yorker, The New York Times, The LA Times, USA Today, San Francisco Chronicle.
The Piano Tuner certainly isn't the worst book I've ever read. I didn't find it a "page-turner," although I was captivated by Mr. Mason's descriptions of Burma and the main character's reaction to the new cultures he experienced. If you want a taste of what Burma was like during the British Empire period (and before Burma became Myanmar), you will enjoy this book. If you like books with endings and resolutions, you won't like this one.
On the March Hare Scale: 2.5 to 3.0 bookmarks, depending on your tastes.
Posted by March Hare at 11:45 AM
Friday, December 16, 2005
From today's SFGate.com, the website of the San Francisco Chronicle:
A NEW ARCHBISHOP FOR S.F.
Tolerant statements toward gays
Homosexuals can minister as priests, Niederauer says
"Some who are seriously mistaken have named sexual orientation as the cause of the recent scandal regarding the sexual abuse of minors by priests," Niederauer said in the interview with the Intermountain Catholic News, which was published Monday.
His reference to "sexual orientation" stands in contrast to the Vatican instruction's description of "persons with deep-seated homosexual tendencies."
Niederauer said gay men committed to Christ and the church can effectively minister as priests, and he said sexual orientation was "a structure of human personality." In contrast, the Vatican instruction states that men "who practice homosexuality, present deep-seated homosexual tendencies or support the so-called 'gay culture' " are unfit for priesthood.
From the quotes used in the article, Bishop Niederauer's views seem not to have changed merely because he is moving from Salt Lake City to San Francisco. And he does not seem to be in tune with BVI.
Bishop Niederauer's previous ministry was in West Hollywood (home to Cardinal Mahony), which may explain much:
Francis DeBernardo, who leads New Ways Ministry, a national advocacy group for gay and lesbian Catholics, and met with Niederauer in Salt Lake City, said the bishop was genuinely interested in reaching out to the gay and lesbian community.
"With his pastoral experience in an overwhelmingly gay Catholic parish in West Hollywood, and his political experience dealing with extremism from anti-gay forces in Utah, I think that Bishop Niederauer is one of the best candidates to lead the heavily gay-populated Catholic community of San Francisco," DeBernardo said.
This does worry me, however:
As archbishop, Niederauer will have a central role in determining who is ordained in San Francisco, Marin and San Mateo, the counties included in the San Francisco.
Who in the Vatican is responsible for assigning bishops to diocese? Were they asleep at the switch or is this another nefarious plan by BVI to throw the opposition off-guard?
While the Diocese of Oakland is independent of the Archdiocese of San Francisco, San Francisco has certain adminstration oversight as well as slightly more secular influence. Additionally, they share the seminary. Bishop Vigneron is very conservative. It will be interesting to see how this plays out between them.
I'm not familiar with the bishops in the other dioceses of Northern California. I do not know how much influence they might have on, for example, the standards for the seminarians. I don't know whether they are conservative or liberal, theologically. If they form a "bloc," so to speak, they could be important.
Posted by March Hare at 3:58 PM
My kids did not fight over whose turn it was to start putting up the animals on our Advent Calendar. In fact, there's no discussion, even, over whose "day" it is and no high-pitched nagging if they've forgotten. While I enjoy the peace and quiet, I miss the fact that this tradition has become rather unimportant.
Lighting the Advent Wreath still sparks some interest, but it has more to do with playing with matches and hot wax than anything religious.
We watched the DVD of Miracle on 34th Street that I got for Christmas last year while we decorated the tree. It's the Edmund Gwenn/Natalie Wood version, in the original black & white. DD#1 was in charge of ornament restoration and repair; Hubs was in charge of the high places, DD#2 and I hung the rest of the tree and the tinsel. I am also in charge of Where the Ornament Goes, based on its sentimental and/or esthetic value. I started to get snippy about it (a bad tendency when I'm stressed) and DD#2 said, "Oh, the arguments are starting already."
Out of the mouths of babes.
Needless to say, that (and a glass of eggnog) brought me up short. The rest of the evening proceeded rather peacefully, although I'll be rearranging ornaments, seeking the perfect balance, until the day we take the tree down. (I'll need eggnog for that, too!) Yesterday I pulled DD#2 over and said, "You know, people tend to hang ornaments at eye level."
"Take a look at the tree."
DD#2 is almost my height now. There is a heavy concentration of ornaments at about the 5-foot level. She laughed.
"I miss when you guys were smaller," I told her. "Then the bottom of the tree was decorated, too."
Since we put the tinsel up, the kitten (Mouse) hasn't climbed the tree. Maybe it frightens her. Or maybe she's waiting until no one is at home.
I don't miss trying to find a babysitter or trying to cook dinner for the kids before we leave for parties.
I don't miss wrapping my husband's presents myself. DD#1 does a much better job.
I don't miss writing Christmas cards, except for special people.
I don't miss baking cookies. I do like eating them. DD#1 & DD#2 enjoy baking and do a fine job. Wish I could take credit for it, but they're self-taught. I mean, the directions are on the box of oatmeal and the back of the chocolate chip bag!
I miss the kids visiting Santa Claus and the pictures of them on his lap. I don't miss getting them all dressed up, keeping them "looking nice for the pictures," waiting in line, and trying to find the one special toy they requested from Santa to help keep the illusion alive another year.
I miss buying baby dolls and pretend kitchens and wooden train sets. I do enjoy watching the kids take giving gifts as seriously as they do receiving them.
I miss watching the TV specials like Rudolf and Frosty and How the Grinch Stole Christmas with the kids. It's just not as much fun watching it by myself.
However, these are the kids who got the bright idea to buy their father a Red Ryder BB Gun after watching A Christmas Story. So we can watch other shows together.
No, the BB Gun did not have a compass in the stock. They forgot that detail. Hubs liked it anyway.
Posted by March Hare at 2:56 PM
Last night I had dinner with a group of women with whom I share an interest other than children, although I know two of these women from Girl Scouts. We are all rubber stamping enthusiastics and we get together once a month to share ideas and techniques that we've learned. We're quite an eclectic group and range in age from under-40 to great-grandmother. For the last three years, in lieu of a December meeting, we meet for dinner and a gift exchange.
We talked about families and the silly things that have happened over the month. The gift exchange involved a "Right/Left" story (pass the gift to the right every time you hear the word "right"; to the left every time you hear "left"), that had us laughing and joking. And, in my case, spilling a glass of water on what was, ultimately, my present.
Meanwhile, Hubs and three of kids were at the Boy Scout Troop Court of Honor and gift exchange. Somehow, they brought back a plateful of cookies.
"Everyone asked where you were," Hubs said. "I had to tell them you were at another party. Do you know there are parents there who've never seen you? They think I do this all by myself!"
"Well, then, you should be getting all kinds of sympathy points," I replied.
"You think?" Hubs said. He was kind of pleased to hear that.
Tonight is the last of the parties, until Christmas Eve. Next week should be much calmer. We've got A Christmas Story ("You'll shoot your eye out!") and Scrooged and, of course, White Christmas recorded on the DVR. I've got presents to wrap and a couple to assemble, packages to be mailed (we celebrate the Twelve Days of Christmas--a noble tradition!), food to buy. But no homework, no finals, no meetings. I'm actually looking forward to it!
Posted by March Hare at 2:35 PM
Thursday, December 15, 2005
LaShawn Barber has a new hobby--her website, Fantasy Fiction for Christians. If you haven't checked it out yet, please do, especially if you enjoy fantasy like "Narnia" and "Harry Potter."
She hasn't given up on The Corner, either. And she has a business site, The Language Artist. And did I mention that she's also a member of PajamasMedia?
Posted by March Hare at 2:26 PM
I wish it were just the goose!
Last night was the Christmas party for our company. This is one of the few places I've worked where spouses are invited, which makes it rather nice. Hubs and I get to have a "date night" without breaking the family budget.
I had the whole evening planned out. Hubs met me at work and we walked over to the California Street Cable Car Line. We had plenty of time, so we went to the lobby of the Hyatt Regency which has a wonderful and elaborate "Snow Village" display. The pieces are part of a personal collection of a man who set the entire thing up just so other people can enjoy it. He has several types of villages and cities, including a farm and a ranch. There were trains, street cars, and airplanes. There were skaters and skiers and kids visiting Santa. I don't know how long it took to set the displays up and I hate to think about storing all the pieces.
The Cable Car Line was down, so we ended up taking the bus. Not quite as romantic, but cheaper.
Then we got to eat and drink and talk to adults. We discussed kids, but we also got to talk about other things. Thankfully, politics was not a topic!
Today the phones have been very quiet.
Tonight I have a dinner with a group of women friends who get together to share rubber stamp art techniques. Tommorrow night is the holiday dinner for Hubs' company.
Dinner will be simple and low-calorie on Saturday and Sunday...
Posted by March Hare at 2:11 PM
I was wondering...
The death toll of American servicemen in Iraq is remarkably low, considering the type of fighting that is going on in Iraq and the casualty rate of previous wars.
Could this be a result of modern medicine?
Consider that during the Civil War, more soldiers died from infections of their injuries and diseases (like dysentery or pneumonia) than were killed outright. Sulfa drugs were introduced during WWI; penicillin in WWII. During the Korean War, M*A*S*H units were established and the art of triage and evacuating those who needed more thorough medical attention was begun. The state of aid delivered on the battlefield and the ability to get the seriously injured to first-rate hospitals where appropriate care can be given quickly is steadily improving.
Personnel whose injuries would have been fatal in a previous era are being saved through modern medicine. Their injuries may result in serious disability; they may face months of rehabilitation or require prosthesis or special accommodations. But they are alive.
I haven't seen this discussed on the blogs, military or otherwise, that I frequent. It would be interesting to compare the death toll vs. the injured. If my guess is correct, the current Iraq War would have a higher injury vs. death ratio than other Wars.
There is also a benefit to the non-military population as well. Techniques developed on the battlefield are put to use in urban emergency rooms. It's a hell of a way to learn, though.
Posted by March Hare at 1:38 PM
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
"So, how was it?" I asked DS#2 as he walked in the front door.
"'S okay," he answered. "What's for lunch?"
Forty-eight hours on a retreat with 50 kids from Youth Ministry and that's all I get out of him.
"Well, we're going to Mass at 5:30," I tell him.
"You were told at the meeting," I answer.
"Me, too?" asks DD#2.
"Shoot. I was hoping you'd forget."
On Saturday I had run into a friend of mine (who also happens to be the Middle School Religion and Social Studies teacher at our parish school) at the city Christmas Tree Lighting Festivities. (The mayor said it was a Christmas tree and I'm not correcting her!) I mentioned DS#2 was on retreat and she panicked.
"Did I miss something?" she asked.
"No. This is for the first-year kids, not the Confirmation class."
We compared notes about the program. "I wish it was a little more rigorous," I told her. "We're telling these kids they're supposed to go out and defend the Faith and they don't know what it is!"
"You and me, both," she said.
Our current Youth Ministry Director is a "touchy-feely" kind of person. "What does your faith mean to you?" she asks. She is very serious about it. And there is a certain part of faith that is meant to be felt.
But there is a lot of theology and catechism in Catholicism. The kids need to know what makes Catholicism unique among Christian religions. What are our roots? Our theological history? Many people have spent considerable time and effort writing about and arguing about articles of Catholic faith. Is it too much to ask that our kids be exposed to some of that?
I didn't always feel this way. Vatican II was a current event and we spent a lot of time in class discussing what was going on and why the Mass was changing from Latin to "the vernacular." In high school, freshman year we studied the Old Testament; sophomore year, the New. How we actually felt about God was a new concept.
Now I find that I am explaining some basic concepts to my children--concepts that I'm surprised they haven't learned. Especially with DS#1 and DD#1, whose misunderstanding of the Church's basic teachings often surprises me.
Plus, my kids are bored by the "touchy-feely" stuff. To them it is a colossal waste of time. They game the system: "Just write down how it makes you feel all warm and cozy inside." I had to memorize the answers to all the questions in the Baltimore Catechism before I could receive Confirmation. Sister tested us regularly, both orally and in writing.
I'm not advocating that we return to those days, but give them something.
DS#2 did mention two things he received during the Retreat. One was a rather nice wooden cross necklace. The other was a new nickname: "Tall White Guy."
"You were the only one," I said.
"Yeah. Everyone else was either Filipino or Spanish."
"How did you feel about that?"
He shrugged. "It was okay. Everyone knew who I was."
For a kid whose lived much of his life in the shadows of his mother and older brother and sister, recognition is enough.
Posted by March Hare at 4:03 PM
In Angels With Dirty Faces, Pat O'Brien and James Cagney play childhood friends who go on to lead very different lives as adults.
The movie also features a group of boys, known as "The Dead End Kids," which just about sums up their lives. Pat O'Brien's character is trying to save them. But The Kids want to be cool, like Cagney.
The movie ends with Cagney on Death Row. O'Brien comes in to hear his Confession. As penance, O'Brien asks Cagney to do one thing. They have one of those end-of-the-movie speeches, with Cagney talking about personal dignity and O'Brien talking about the responsibility a role model has.
In the end, Cagney does what O'Brien asks and The Kids see Cagney as not cool, but as a frightened adult, who messed up big time.
"Tookie" Williams could have used his final act on Earth to send the ultimate message to the kids he professed to love, the kids he wrote books for to keep them out of gangs.
Instead, writes Kevin Fagan in the San Francisco Chronicle: The execution of convicted murderer Stanley Tookie Williams was a defiant, determined and messy affair -- surprising right up to the bitter end, just like his unfortunate life.
In fact, Mr. Fagan titles his article "This was not a man who went meekly."
To the end, then, Mr. Williams saw himself as above the Law, apart from social conventions. His actions at his death seem to contradict the content of his books, the notion that he was reformed.
If, indeed, he was innocent of the murders of Albert Owens, Yen-I Yang, Tsai-Shai Chen Yang, and Yu-Chin Yang Lin as he insisted, he could have accepted his death as atonement for his involvement in gang life. By co-founding the Crips, Mr. Williams was responsible, directly or indirectly, for the murder and mayhem they have committed. Mr. Williams could have acknowledged that gangs and gang culture made him a likely suspect and that his conviction had a much to do with his lifestyle as what he might--or might not--have done.
Perhaps that was asking too much from an ordinary man. Perhaps that was asking too much even for a man who had been nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize.
Perhaps it could only have happened in Hollywood.
Posted by March Hare at 3:16 PM
from SFGate, the website of the San Francisco Chronicle:
"Without an apology and atonement for these senseless and brutal killings, there can be no redemption,'' the governor wrote. "In this case, the one thing that would be the clearest indication of complete remorse and full redemption is the one thing Williams will not do.''
There is something almost Catholic in Governor Schwarzenegger's written decision. Without admission of guilt and antonement, there is no absolution of sin, no reconciliation with God.
The governor nailed precisely what bothered me most about the whole circus concerning "Tookie" Williams' clemency. Mr. Williams never accepted personal responsibility for the killings of the four victims. Never apologized to the families. Even if he were innocent--and I don't believe he was--Mr. Williams could have apologized for allowing his shotgun out of his possession and supervision to be used in those crimes.
It took about 13 minutes for Mr. Williams to die, from the time the IVs were started. Terri Schiavo took 13 days. And she didn't kill anybody.
Posted by March Hare at 2:59 PM
Friday, December 09, 2005
Sis#2 is using FlyLady's system to help get ready for the holidays. Apparently there is a section on "Destressing the Holidays." So Sis#2 wrote in one of our mother's Best Holiday Ideas Ever: pizza for Christmas breakfast.
Mom is not an enthusiastic cook at the best of times. And the thought of making a big Christmas breakfast followed by a big Christmas dinner was not her favorite way of celebrating. So one year (I was probably 12, which means Sis#2 was 1), Mom hit on the idea of serving pizza for breakfast.
"It has meat, dairy, and starch," she explained. "Just like bacon, eggs, and toast." With half the fuss. And bonus vegetables. The orange and banana in our stockings took care of the fruit requirement. We loved it.
Mom would pop the pizza into the oven and then we would open presents. Everyone was happy.
Apparently Mom's idea is a big hit on the FlyLady boards, too, according to the comments Sis#2 has read. And frozen pizzas--or even better, fresh made "take-and-bakes" are so much better than the ones we ate 30 years ago!
When she found out about the tradition, DD#2 asked, "Why don't we do that?" Well, mostly because Hubs hates frozen pizzas. But if I buy a couple of the "take-and-bakes" on Christmas Eve and hide them in the fridge...
This may be the year the tradition is revived!
Posted by March Hare at 3:41 PM
I found this article through links on both The Anchoress and Happy Catholic.
This is my favorite quote:
"Once again, all those who come will return changed," said Fr. Adriano Franchini, resident of Meryem Ana Evi (the house of Mary) and superior of the Franciscan Custody of Turkey. "I am sure of that because the house of Mary brings consolation and peace to all."
Well, what else would expect from the House of the Mother of God.
There are two traditions about the last years of the life of the mother of Jesus. Some say she traveled with St. John the Evangelist to Ephesus but then returned to Jerusalem, where she died. Others say Mary spent the last years of her life here in a house St. John built, living in silence and in prayer.
I kind of like to think of Mary, after the drama of the Passion, Resurrection, Ascension, and Pentecost, spending her remaining years in quiet contemplation and prayer. I can't think of another human being who deserved it more. And the image of Mary as the first cloistered nun, the model for all who follow, appeals to me.
Posted by March Hare at 3:11 PM
...DS#2 and the members of his Youth Ministry group who are going on a retreat this weekend. While I would prefer the program have a bit more catechetical rigor and a bit less of the "get in touch with your feelings about God" stuff, retreats from the world to concentrate on the Spirit are important. Even if he thinks he didn't learn anything or "get" anything from it.
Confirmation is a two-year process in our parish and DS#2 is in his first year, along with many of his former classmates from our parish school. So the group is still trying to discover their "identity" and form relationships and bonds. About 50 of them will be on retreat this weekend. I hope the weather cooperates, too!
Posted by March Hare at 2:58 PM
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Holy Days of Obligation usually slip right past me. They are announced at Sunday Mass, I note them on the calendar, and then... Well, things happen. Like today. Today is the Feast of the Immaculate Conception. Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception is, I believe, the Patroness of the United States, and, Lord knows, we need her patronage badly. (No puns, blasphemy, or disrespect intended.)
This morning, I got on the train, settled into my favorite seat (I can do that when I get on at the beginning of the line), reached into my purse, and discovered my rosary beads were missing. I pulled everything out of my purse, checking all the little pockets and corners where my rosary likes to hide. Not there. I checked my coat pockets, even though I never put my rosary in my coat. Just tissues.
I received this rosary as a Confirmation gift. The crucifix and five beads at the beginning of the rosary are in a box in my dresser, having become detached during one of nights when I tried to say the Rosary in bed. (Not a good idea, especially at 13.) I put the rosary in my purse when it seemed like I was going to a wake every couple of months. And then I got the bright idea, since my rosary was in my purse anyway, maybe I should say it every morning on my way to work. (It seemed like such a, I don't know, Catholic thing to do!)
So for the last several years, that's what I've done. I still have a problem nodding off somewhere in the middle of it--I catch myself saying the "Hail Mary" over and over or, worse, blending the "Our Father" with the "Hail Mary" into a totally new prayer. But I make the effort. When I finally accepted that my rosary was not to be found, I used my fingers.
And I put in a special prayer to St. Jude, St. Anthony, and the BVM. I promised her that if I found my rosary, I would go to Mass today.
My rosary was not hidden in the corners of the stairs on my way out of the station. They were not near the ticket machine where I stopped yesterday. I got to my desk, opened the drawer where I stash my purse--and, yes, there they were.
Next problem: getting to Mass.
My parish has a Mass tonight at 7:30 p.m. DD#2 has a volleyball game tonight at a different parish at 7:30 p.m. I got on the Internet, brought up the website for the Archdiocese and began to search for churches near Downtown. I knew of one in Chinatown, which is a lot closer than I thought it was, according to MapQuest. But then I found a 12:10 Mass at a church on Mission Street which was a little bit closer. That church also happens to be where my grandmother was baptized.
This parish was built to serve the immigrant population. When my grandmother was baptized, the immigrants were from Ireland and Mass was said in Latin. Now the immigrants are from the Philippines and from Mexico and Mass is said in English, Tagalog, and Spanish. About ten of us who got on the same bus stop, got off at the church. The pews were full, which is pretty good considering it's a Thursday and lunch time and I keep hearing about a "crisis of faith" in the American Catholic Church. (Must be related to the same "crisis of faith" the MSM reports that Americans have about Iraq, the economy, and President Bush in general.)
So, my Obligation is fulfilled, my rosary is safe in its pocket in my purse, and all I have to do now is get DD#2 to the gym on time!
Posted by March Hare at 2:48 PM
I meant to write about the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, but life got in the way. So I'm blogging today about what happened on Monday, December 8, 1941, and over the next several years.
In the months before Earl Warren stepped down as Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, there was a campaign, albeit very low-key, asking him to apologize for the internment of the Japanese while he was still Chief Justice. At the time of the Internment, Earl Warren was Governor of California. I was old enough to follow the discussion and I asked my mother about it.
"Well," she said, "times were different then."
My mother and father were high school sophomores in San Francisco on December 8, 1941. My mother's brother had been drafted a few months prior and was in Alaska (then a U.S. territory), serving in the Army. The attack on Pearl Harbor happened at 9:00 a.m. Pacific time. Initial radio reports were confused, but there was one thing almost everyone was sure of: the West Coast was next.
Not just California--the entire West Coast, including British Columbia. Canada was part of the British Empire and was already at war with Germany, an ally of Japan. There were panicked reports of sub sightings and plane sightings, some real, many imagined. The Bay Area, with one military base and two naval shipyards, was considered a legitimate military target.
The high school my mother attended, the High School of Commerce, had many Japanese students. On Monday morning, the principal called an assembly. According to my mother, the mood was tense. What she remembers from the assembly was this message from the principal: "I don't want to hear of any incidents."
The Internment did not happen immediately. The father of one of my mother's friends was taken from his home at dinner time because he was the head of a Japanese-American association, something like the Japanese-American Chamber of Commerce. Eventually, though, the Japanese students left for the Relocation Camps. Most went to the Tanforan Racetrack in San Bruno, where Seabiscuit had overcome tremendous odds a few years earlier. The teachers brought their students books, typewriters, and letters from their fellow students. My mother still exchanges Christmas cards with one of her friends, whose family was lucky. The white man they "sold" their store to when they were forced to leave took good care of it and gave it back to them on their return.
My father was at Sacred Heart High School, at that time all-male and predominantly Catholic. His reaction was to volunteer for the Navy as soon as he was old enough. I asked him once, "Why the Navy?" He answered, "I figured I would have to walk less." When the Navy sent him away to college in North Dakota, he deliberately flunked out. He wanted to be where the action was, not stuck in the snow in the middle of nowhere.
My uncle, newly married and stuck in the snow in the middle of nowhere, saw his enlistment extended.
One of my father's shipmates served aboard the Arizona on December 7. My parents were his guests at the 50th Anniversary Memorial of the Attack. According to my mother, Arizona survivors are treated like royalty. Red velvet ropes are removed. Navy officers in dress whites showed them to their seats and acted as guides. They attended a special, private ceremony where the ashes of a former crewman were carried by a Navy diver down to the actual Arizona itself and interred there. It was, according to my mother, an awesome experience. My father didn't talk about it--he was too emotional.
Generally, the men I knew who were at Pearl Harbor on December 7 didn't talk much about the experience. Two gentlemen I knew worked together for about five years and didn't realize that both had been young ensigns stationed at Pearl Harbor until the subject happened to come up during lunch. They spoke of the chaos, the confusion, and very, very briefly of the crewmates who died. Their memories were not for display and discussion, but were quite private.
Pearl Harbor is gently fading from memory to history.
Posted by March Hare at 1:48 PM
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
I believe the Death Penalty should be abolished. Once we kill someone, they have no chance to repent and ask forgiveness. Sometimes those killed come to be considered "martyrs."
"Tookie" Williams has a lot to repent. He murdered four people. He founded a gang that has terrorized many ghetto neighborhoods and killed many people. He continued these activities behind bars.
He has not repented of the shootings. Indeed, to the very day, he continues to proclaim his innocence despite the evidence against him.
Hollywood Liberals have adopted Mr. Williams as their latest cause. Because he has written a few children's books that attempt to dissuade them from joining gangs, Mr. Williams is "reformed." He is an "asset" to the community. We, in the general population, are better off if Mr. Williams is alive.
If Mr. Williams is fortunate and his sentence commuted to life in prison without possibility of parole, what happens then? His commutation will be celebrated amidst cheers and a flurry of self-congratulatory messages from the Hollywood Liberals.
And then the spotlight will go dark.
Mr. Williams will be moved out of Death Row to--where? The general population? Solitary?
Will he continue to write?
Will his "literature" be nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature? Or the Nobel Peace Prize?
Will anyone important care about him once his Death Sentence is commuted?
My guess--and it is only that--is if Mr. Williams' is not executed he will be housed in the high security section of San Quentin. And the Hollywood Liberals, having done what they set out to do, will move on to the next Death Row inmate who "deserves" not to die. The nominations for Nobel Prizes will end. They are not needed.
How will Mr. Williams handle that? Will he continue to write? Will he stop since he has achieved his goal of not being executed? Or will he set himself a new goal--to be released from prison, to receive a pardon?
The Hollywood Liberals don't really care about "Tookie" Williams, the man. They don't care if he repents. They don't really care about the four people who were murdered--people who didn't get a chance to write books, who were just living their ordinary lives. They care about the spotlight. Read the names of some of those involved. When was the last time Mike Farrell got this much publicity? When he was starring in M*A*S*H? And Danny Glover's last successful film was...? Okay, Martin Sheen is in a very popular TV series, playing a president. But even that is ending.
Whether Mr. Williams lives or dies, in the long run it doesn't matter. Soon enough the Hollywood Liberals will move on to the Next Big Issue. Global Warming, Iraq, the Death Penalty. It doesn't matter, as long as their faces are on TV and in the paper. As long as people are Paying Attention.
And in Short Attention Span Theater, that's not nearly long enough.
Posted by March Hare at 4:00 PM
Sheesh... Miss a few days posting and suddenly I've gone from a Slithering Reptile to a Multicellular Microorganism.
Oh, well, that's more than a biology professor of mine managed to produce after a month of rocking and zapping chemicals. All he got were organic chemical precursors.
Posted by March Hare at 3:58 PM
Friday, December 02, 2005
My do not take nearly as much time and/or effort as The Anchoress's Rainbow Cookies. But they are a tradition in the Rabbit Warren:
Use the standard recipe for Rice Krispie Treats(tm), only buy the special red & green Rice Krispies(tm) that come out this time of year.
Melt the marshmallows and butter in the microwave. It's quick and easy. Also use generic/store brand marshmallows. Those are 16 oz. versus the 12 or 14 oz. in the name brand bag. The more marshmallows, the chewier the treats.
Make the treats in usual manner. Put in a baking pan.
In the microwave, melt together chocolate chips and mint chips. Or use chocolate mint chips. Whatever your store has. Melt more than you think you'll need. The only waste it will go to is yours!
Spread the melted chocolate mint mixture over the top of the treats. If you're like me and are making these treats at the last minute before you have to actually take them someplace, like a PTA meeting or school party, stick the baking pan in the freezer. That will set the marshmallow treats and harden the chocolate mint topping.
When the pan has cooled, the topping will harden like a candy bar. Cut into squares. You may want to dip the knife into hot water to help cut it.
It takes about 20 minutes to make the treats, including the topping, and about 30 minutes or less for them to cool in the freezer.
My favorite commercial for these is the mom who is reading a novel in the kitchen. She keeps telling her family, "Just a couple more minutes!" and goes back to reading. Just before she walks out with a plateful of treats, she dips her hand into the flour and sprinkles some on her face. She walks into the dining room, sighs, and smiles at the grateful and enthusiastic response she receives from her family.
I've never had the guts to actually sprinkle flour on my face!
Posted by March Hare at 4:16 PM
Is anyone else becoming tired of the "He said...He said" game that Congress and the Prez are playing? You know, the one that prints a quote that, for example, points out how dangerous Saddam Hussein is and then shows that it was President Clinton or John Kerry or Ted Kennedy or (name of Demonic Democrat du jour)? And that proves that said Demonic Democrat felt the same way as our Sainted Prez.
News flash: the Kids in the Halls aren't listening.
Nor will they believe you. They have their Truth from their Prophets and you can take them back with a Pensieve so they can witness what was said for themselves and they still won't believe you.
I say it's time to stop this nonsense. It's time for the Prez to act patriarchal, in the old-fashioned, Biblical sense.
The U.S. is in Iraq. It doesn't matter how we got there. We aren't leaving. Deal with it.
We're like the parent teaching their child to ride a bike. The training wheels are off, but we have hold of the seat. We'll run along behind until that magic moment when we know it's time to let go. How will we know? We just will. It's a feeling you get, when the wobbling stops--or is minimal--when you know your child can do it and s/he isn't quite sure that s/he can. So you let go. And they go on. And when s/he falls, you yell encouragement, maybe help her/him pick up the bike, get back on, and do it again.
The Iraqis are almost there. The training wheels have come off, but the support we give isn't just psychological. We're not at the cheering from the curb when the child rides by, solo. Not yet. But soon. Our troops know. They can feel it, they can sense it--judging by the comments I'm reading in the milblogs--and the Iraqis know it, too.
But the petulant Dems are like kids with their fingers in their ears, singing "LA LA LA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" over and over again, their eyes tightly shut.
From my experience, there's only one way to deal when they get like that. And it's not to waste time showing them how illogical their worldview is. It's not showing them Reality.
It's time to show Authority.
Forget about how we got into Iraq. We're there now. We're not leaving until the Iraqi government asks us to. Which will be when they have faith that their own Army and Police Force will be able to keep the population safe and secure. And for those who don't have their fingers in their ears, here's the progress that we've made, the schools we've built and the number of children--boys and girls--attending, the number of battalions/units/whatever the Iraqis have manned, the barrels of oil they're producing, the number of markets that have opened, the number of hospitals that are open and the supplies they have.
The Iraqis still have a ways to go. And we'll be there to help.
End of story.
Posted by March Hare at 3:52 PM
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Hubs and I finally had a meeting with DD#2 and her teacher. Turns out she is getting an "F" in Science because she had not turned in a test that had to be signed nor had she turned in her science project.
"Wait a minute," Hubs says. "I remember you working on your science project. Where is it."
"At home," DD#2 replies.
"Why didn't you turn it in?" Hubs asks, in that perplexed-parent tone of voice you get when you don't know why your child did something so blatantly dumb.
Hubs and I look at each other. Light dawns.
"You didn't think it was good enough," he says.
DD#2 doesn't have to answer. Her sheepish look says it all.
Her teacher, God love him, is under 30 and is not a parent.
"You mean you would rather get zero points than turn in an incomplete project?" he asks. His voice is incredulous.
Hubs and I sigh. This is not the first time DD#2 has done this. It will not be the last. I have witness her spend hours on a project only to tear it up and toss it away because it wasn't "good enough."
Why she is like this is something of a mystery. She is a selective perfectionist. She constantly compares herself and her abilities to the adults around her and to her older siblings and, consequently, finds her abilities wanting. She doesn't care that she reads better or draws better than anyone else in her class. She doesn't read better than me, she doesn't draw better than the art teacher, and the fact that we have 40 or 30 years of experience on her doesn't matter to her. She can outspell her siblings, but she will never catch up with them.
My problem, as her mother, is not the why but how to teach her to let herself be good enough. To take 70 points instead of 100. Sometimes its more important just to do the project, rather than to do it perfectly. Of course, that realization was a long time coming for me as well.
DD#2 is also good at "hiding." She figures if she stays quiet and in a corner, no one will notice her. At the conference, her teacher pointed out that not only did he know about this strategy, but so did all her other teachers. I reminded her that one "F" meant that she could not play CYO Volleyball. And she was letting down her team.
She hates being put on the spot like that.
Since receiving Homework Deficiencies and Conduct Referrals don't seem to bother her, we have some new strategies. She will go to tutoring afterschool, so she has a quiet place to do her homework. She was allowed to turn in her science project. She found the signed test buried in her backpack. Her teacher will send home a copy of any Missing Work list he gives to her so that she can't hide that, either. She has three weeks until Christmas vacation and then we'll evaluate if these are working.
Posted by March Hare at 1:31 PM
Most of the non-political blogs I read on a daily basis are either Christian or have a strong Christian bias. Since I love science fiction and fantasy, and always have, and I consider myself a Catholic in good standing, I am especially interested in the discussions concerning Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings, and The Chronicles of Narnia.
The discussions seem to focus on two things: the use of witchcraft and/or the occult and the moral of the story. To summarize: does the use of witchcraft and sorcery in the story endorse witchcraft and sorcery in real life? Does the message of the story--love, friendship, responsibility--override the particular types of images or mythology used by the author?
I find the discussion a bit ironic, especially this time of year. For Christmas and Easter are, perhaps, the most blatant examples of Christian use of pagan symbols. From candles to Christmas trees to eggs to rabbits to lambs, to the selection of the day chosen to celebrate Christ's birth and His Resurrection, all have their roots in non-Christian cultures. Christianity did not merely use pagan symbols; it completely subsumed them and integrated them into its celebrations.
Modern Christians need to do the same.
I worry when I hear calls that we need "Christian literature" or "Christian films." What we need is good literature and good films. I recently read a theory that Shakespeare's plays contain covert Catholic messages, echoing the Catholic Easter liturgy, subtly telling Queen Elizabeth that many of her subjects were unhappy with her new Anglican Church and that she should practice tolerance for the old Catholic religion. Similarly, we need authors, screenwriters, and directors who can present the Christian values to those who are unacquainted and unaware. If a book screams "Christian," who is likely to read it? The "choir," so to speak.
Christ's parables used the imagery His audience was familiar with: Middle Eastern farmers and fishermen. Modern parables should do the same. I believe that Tolkien and Lewis did just that by using the story format of myths and fairy tales that many Europeans were familiar with. Rowling is their modern equivalent.
Harry Potter is qualitatively different from many of the other fantasy books aimed at children. DD#2 thoroughly enjoys A Series of Unfortunate Events. I enjoy the subtle wordplay, the fact that the children use their wits and their skills (Violet as an inventor; Klaus as a reader and researcher) to get out of the bleak situations they find themselves in. We both enjoy reading the adventures of Charlie Bone, who looks at a photograph and knows what the subjects are thinking and feeling. DS#2 enjoys Artemis Fowl, about a young street urchin who finds that he has mysterious powers. But they're not Harry.
The difference is in the message. Without being preachy, while being true to whatever age Harry happens to be (and since DS#2 is the same age as Harry, I have a "control" subject), Ms. Rowling shows her readers the importance of family, of friends, of love, of using your talents to benefit others. She shows her readers what happens to those who succumb to the allure of evil: The Dark Lord (and I don't think she chose that nickname for Lord Voldemort by accident) may be very powerful, but he was defeated by a baby. He is physically ugly. He has no friends, only subordinates who obey him out of fear or out of their own greed. Much like Darth Vader, Voldemort shows the limitations of the Dark Side. Voldemort is not happy. Neither is Dudley, Harry's cousin, who has been spoiled beyond belief by his parents. (I'm thinking Veruca Salt here.)
As I see it, the challenge for us Christians is to take what modern culture gives us and transform it for the Greater Glory of God and His Son. Not just to take modern forms, but to take the actual symbols themselves, much like John Granger has with Harry Potter. Or, as an older example, The Gospels According to Peanuts.
The real challenge, of course, would be to do The Gospels According to Doonesbury.
Posted by March Hare at 12:15 PM
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Maybe it's me, but it just seems wrong to say that--before Dec. 1. But this year, I remembered to get the Advent Wreath out. Didn't remember to light it until after dinner, but I'm already ahead of the game!
We have our wreath, we have our tree. Both are sitting outside enjoying the December showers, with the tree sitting in a bucket of water. We've moved the treadmill out of the way. We've drawn name for Christmas presents: my siblings and spouses in one group; the cousins in the other. Next I have to post Christmas lists on the family site and check sizes for those we've drawn.
"Isn't this supposed to be a secret?" DD#1 asked as I wrote down the results of the Cousins Draw.
"Kinda sorta, " I answer. We don't advertise who we may have drawn, but if they find out it's no big deal. And there are usually several furtive phone calls or e-mails between family members.
I haven't watched Miracle on 34th Street yet or It's a Wonderful Life. At Mass, when I mentioned the Advent Wreath, DS#2 asked about his favorite video, We Sing: The Best Christmas Ever. Other kids liked Barney; this video was his favorite. DD#2 was a fan of the Sing-a-long with Disney: Christmas video. They're in the same box with the Advent wreath and the Advent Calendar, along with all the books of Christmas stories. We'll watch them while decorating the tree or wrapping presents, shooing the dog off the paper and rescuing the ribbon from the cats. At some point, we will run out of tape and misplace all the scissors, even though I have bought new supplies of both at the discount warehouse store.
This is the time of year, too, when my lack of homemaking ability and desire comes into sharp relief. The Homemaking Gene skipped me. Pretty much every flat surface in our house is a horizontal filing cabinet. Or is a staging ground for something. I need to clear off the mantlepiece and its collection of packages of school photos, telescope pieces, clocks, and craft projects that came home over last school year and summer so we have room for Christmas stuff. Like stockings. My siblings and cousins exchange homemade baked goods or preserves. I buy mine from the local chain grocery store.
Then one year I realized I could make stationery sets. I made enough for my cousins. Sis#2 asked, "Where's mine?" Well, if I made a set for her, I'd have to make a set for Sis#1. And my SIL's (there are five of them). And what about my Best Friends, the women who have been by my side since we were 12 and 14? And my mother? So the number of sets ballooned from 5 to 25. My only stipulation is that they have to actually use the cards. I had my doubts about that part--I thought everyone was merely being polite--until we had a Friends & Family Craft Day. I was making my stationery and someone said, "Well, you don't have to make them." Sis#2 and two of my SIL's answered almost simultaneously: "Yes, she does!"
I've given up sending Christmas cards, mostly because I can't bear to send them off without a note, which turns into a letter, which has to be personalized because my friends know different parts of my life and what is important to one is not important to another. At the rate I was getting them out, Christmas was happening in July.
The Calendar, too, is filling up. There's the local Holiday Arts Festival. There's DD#2's Christmas pageant at school (it's our parish school so they celebrate Christmas!). My Girl Scout troop is singing Christmas Carols for fun this weekend and for the residents of a senior retirement home later this month. I have three celebration dinners scheduled so far. We've been to see the Christmas tree in Union Square and the kittens and puppies in Macy's window. Our local "Holiday Tree Lighting" is later next month, but the lights and banners are already up along the main streets.
The rain just makes it seem more like Christmas out here, even though it took me 90 minutes to drive 9 miles last night.
But the lights on the streets soften the early darkness. The candles on the coffee table will perfume the living room. There will be a heightened sense of mystery in the air and conspiratorial whispers. Another layer of memories will be added and some day we will whisper, "Remember the year when..."
Posted by March Hare at 4:24 PM
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Let me give my rating right up front.
On the March Hare Scale: 4.5 Golden Tickets (out of 5).
Even DS#1, who is 22, wanted to see this one. Word of warning: getting to the theater 15 minutes before show time was not early enough. We ended up trading in our tickets for a later show, although DS#1 and DS#2 braved the earlier showing and ended up sitting in the front (I think).
We all want to see this one again. Maybe in IMAX. Now that would be an experience!
Goblet of Fire was when I really became hooked on Harry Potter. There's a lot of emotion running through this book, misunderstanding, and tests of the bonds of friendship. Harry has been alone, emotionally, so long that one of his challenges is letting himself trust his friends. (This theme is developed through Order of the Phoenix and Half-Blood Prince as well.)
The movie clocks in at 2.5 hours, which the reviewer in my local paper thought was too long. I didn't notice it. He complained that the graveyard duel was too Luke Skywalker-Darth Vaderish and needed to be shorter; I thought it was too short. This movie is truly dark, in tone, in subject matter, and in setting.
We saw the show on Friday and yesterday, since we were all in the car, we dissected it. DD#1 and I are the only two who have actually read the books (I'm trying to convince DS#2, who is 15, that he'd enjoy this volume. No luck, so far.) so we were talking about what the screenwriter left out and how it may--or may not--have been important. In fact, I may have to go back and re-read it.
SPOILER WARNING--ESPECIALLY IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE BOOK!
One thing that was barely mentioned was money: Harry has it; the Weasleys don't. Harry is generous and doesn't flaunt having money, but Ron is acutely aware that his family has to make do. Harry's rather insensitive to Ron's feelings about his family's financial situation; Ron is rather jealous that Harry has no financial worries and that fuels a lot of the misunderstanding between them. The movie refers to this only obliquely: Ron only buys one sweet from the trolley and doesn't let Harry treat him, Ron's dress robes are hideous while Harry's are elegant. But one important point is at the end of the Tournament, Harry wins a bag of gold. But the gold is tainted with Cedric Diggory's blood, so Harry gives the gold to the Fred & George Weasley to open up their joke shop--and to buy Ron some decent dress robes. This is not mentioned in the movie, but it becomes an important point in Order of the Phoenix.
Emma Watson, who plays Hermione, is turning into a beautiful young woman. A minor quibble: her hair is tamed in this movie, while in the book she still has trouble managing her frizz. In fact, she does manage to smooth her hair and wear it up for the Yule Ball, and Ron & Harry don't recognize her. I was a little disappointed in the physical appearance of the actress playing Fleur Delacoeur--I had visions of long, silver-blonde hair. Cho Chang was cute, but her accent threw me briefly. I had the same kind of momentary disconnect when I was in London. Of course British Asian would have a British accent--or a Scottish burr. I know that, but it's still, somehow, unexpected.
I'm not sure why the costumer decided that all the male students at Hogwarts had to have long hair. Rupert Grint (Ron) could have used a haircut. And I've seen publicity photos of Daniel Radcliffe (Harry) post GoF with a haircut and he looks much better.
Excellent makeup job on Ralph Fiennes for Voldemort, however.
I still miss Richard Harris's Dumbledore, although my children like the new one. They think he is more forceful and stronger emotionally, which Dumbledore has to be.
The Rita Skeeter plotline was minimal. Since how The Daily Prophet handles the story of Voldemort's return is important in Order of the Phoenix, I'm not sure how that will be handled. Miranda Richardson was good in the role, however brief her screentime. In fact, since her appearance is so minimal in this movie, I wonder if she was even necessary or if her character was just thrown in as a sop to those who've read the book.
Even though the movie ends in a different place than the book, I thought it was well-done. Dumbledore's speech at the end was powerful. But will it be enough?
Stay tuned... According to an interview with the cast in Girl's Life magazine, shooting has already started on Order of the Phoenix. Which is good, as J.K. Rowling has said it will be about two years before Book 7 is ready for publication!
Posted by March Hare at 9:11 AM
About ten years ago, Hubs was on stand-by over the Thanksgiving holiday, which meant he had to be within 30 minutes of work. My parents were hosting Thanksgiving, about 35 minutes away on really, really good day. However, any accident, any delay--especially on the Bay Bridge--and we would be stuck in traffic.
"I'd better stay home," Hubs said. "You go with the kids."
I didn't feel right leaving him home alone on Thanksgiving. And the idea of packing up the kids and driving over and back just didn't appeal to me.
"We'll have our own Thanksgiving," I told him. (And, yes, my parents understood.)
I looked at my brood, who were 12, 9, 5, and 2 at the time, and asked them, "Okay, what do we have to have that makes it Thanksgiving?"
Turkey was a given.
"Mashed potatoes and gravy," said Hubs.
"Pumpkin pie with Cool Whip(tm)," said DS#1, "and I want to make it."
"Can we have cranberries?" asked DD#1.
"And stuffing," said DS#1. "StoveTop(tm) stuffing."
"StoveTop(tm)?" I asked. "Not homemade?"
"StoveTop(tm)," echoed DD#1.
"And I'll make the potatoes," said Hubs.
"That's it?" I asked.
"Okay, but we have to have a green salad for your vegetable."
DS#1 was really serious about making the pie himself. We bought a can of pumpkin puree and a couple of pre-made pie shells. He made two pies and was very proud of himself. Hubs mashed the potatoes and used the mixer to get them creamy smooth, which is the way he likes them. As for the stuffing, it turns out the kids hated the job of tearing the bread into little pieces and just thought StoveTop(tm) tasted better.
We wore our sweats all day, cooking and watching the Thanksgiving Day parades and football. It was a very relaxed sort of day because I didn't have to get anybody (included myself) cleaned up and dressed up and out the door. Hubs didn't have to worry about getting a page in the middle of dinner.
This year SIL #2 hosted the family. I did have to remind my children to take showers and "wear something nice" (something other than jeans and t-shirts). I brought the tossed green salad, my mother's order of cookie dough, and Christmas wreaths everyone ordered. I spent the morning "chatting" on line with Sis#1 in Maryland and Sis#2 in the U.K., Brothers#1 and #2, and SIL #2. And DS#1 joined in with his laptop. (This was Sis#2's idea. That way she could talk to everyone and avoid the double phone call and the time difference problem. After all, it was a school night for her kids. The online chat worked so well, I have to check and see if my cousin, who is hosting Christmas Eve, has a wireless connection so those of us with laptops can bring them. Chatting online was no worse than trying to keep track of multiple conversations around the dinner table!) DD#2 had her usual shoe crisis, although this time it was "which pair should I wear?" rather than "Where is my other shoe?"
"I'm on standby over New Year's," Hubs told me.
"It's okay. I don't think we're going anywhere," I replied, visions of hot buttered rum dancing in my head...
Posted by March Hare at 8:40 AM
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Michelle Malkin has a link on her site to Robert Jensen's Un-Thanksgiving article on AlterNet.
I read it.
And then I read the comments, including this one: "Genocide and slavery are the economic “ Plymouth Rock” of the U.S economy. Throw in the indentured servitude of some Europeans and you have the essence of what the U.S. is all about. This crap about great white men who did great white deeds to build a great white world sickens and enrages me. I had to unlearn all this stuff to come to some understanding of why it seemed that such a small number of untalented parasites had so much and the rest of us had squat. I blamed myself and my family. False history does great, emotional, economic and spiritual damage to us all. The U.S is the greatest terrorist nation on the planet. It’s the most racist country in the world and with the possible exception of the years when the Nazis controlled Germany, it is probably the most racist nation or empire in recorded history. The genocide of Native peoples on this continent was a dispicable act done by despicable people. The enslavement of Africans fascism, most foul." (Emphasis mine.)
I am not a world traveler. However, I have been privileged to work with many people from many different countries, primarily Asian and European. There is nothing like daily contact and conversations at parties where alcohol is served to learn a few things about how people think. Especially about other races and cultures.
I was amazed.
Many people, educated solely in the U.S., seem to think that the U.S. was the last country to allow slavery and that it ended in 1865.
Wrong. During WWII, Koreans were forcibly brought to Japan to work dangerous jobs. The women were forced to become "comfort women"--i.e., prostitutes. Mauritania still has slavery. Thailand is known for its "sex slaves" and the clientele is not only white American businessmen. Black African tribes kill other Black African tribes. Before white Europeans set foot in North America, Native tribes fought other Native tribes, killing the men and enslaving the women.
Cruelty has no borders, no boundaries cultural or geographic. In fact, intraspecies cruelty may not be limited to Homo sapiens, as there seems to be evidence of infantcide and murder in chimpanzees, our closest genetic relatives.
Does this excuse our behavior or the behavior of the United States?
No. The U.S. has written its values out for the world and for all generations to see. We have set the bar for ourselves pretty high. We should be held accountable when we fail to live up to our values. We should be able to look at ourselves critically, see where we've strayed, and try to correct our actions. And we have. Slowly, painfully, publicly for everyone to see.
But calling the U.S. the worst in all recorded history? That's not just overkill--that's ignorance.
Posted by March Hare at 9:57 AM
One of my children is named after St. John the Baptist. So when an article appeared in this week's edition of The Catholic Voice about the serious pollution of the Jordan River, I passed it along.
To my grateful surprise, said child was actually interested and read it.
Besides being the traditional baptismal place of Jesus by St. John, solving the problem of the Jordan River requires the cooperation of Israel, Palestine, and Jordan.
Friends of the Earth Middle East, one of the few successful partnerships between Israelis, Palestinians and Jordanians, has recently stepped up its efforts to bring the Jordan River’s sorry state to world attention. One July publicity stunt saw Jewish and Arab mayors from local municipalities jumping into the clean part of the river, hand in hand.
“Water can be a bridge for peace,” Nader Khateeb, the organization’s Palestinian director, told a group representing 200 nongovernmental organizations during a Sept. 27 seminar at the United Nations.
“The water resources are so scarce in the Middle East that we have to work together with our Israeli neighbors in order to help guarantee that we as Palestinians get our fair share of water and all together stop the pollution of the water resource."
One of the problems is agricultural. Governments have encouraged farmers to grow crops that are water-intensive in a desert environment. (A problem we have here in California as well.) This diverts clean water from the river, reducing the flow into the Sea of Galilee and the Dead Sea. Any runoff that returns to the river is polluted with pesticides and herbicides.
Resolving the pollution problem could be could be an important step in creating peace in the region. I hope so.
Posted by March Hare at 6:55 AM
...The Gathering 8: The Ina Coolbrith Cricle Poetry Anthology 2005.
Okay, this is a shameless plug. One of my poems is published in this volume. So my mother and at least one other friend will be receiving a copy. (In all fairness, my mother will be receiving hers for her birthday--which is Dec. 26.)
My next goal--which has been my "next goal" in writing for several years--is to actually be paid for what I write. I've come close...
Besides me, there are 107 other poets published. The poetry is as varied as we are and deal with the sacred and the mundane. Check out the website in my sidebar to find out more.
Posted by March Hare at 6:48 AM
Monday, November 21, 2005
I made it to the Big Game, loaded with decongestant and aspirin!
The Game itself was the kind my dad would have appreciated: a true defensive battle with no major mistakes on either side. The offensive plays were conservative, especially for two schools known for the "West Coast Offense." But there was a razzle-dazzle play at the end that especially warmed the hearts of those of us who knew that the halfback who threw the pass was a senior--and that the first play he had made as a freshman was the same play. Kind of a nice bookend.
Additionally, the students were well-behaved. No Drunk & Disorderly arrests that I saw. The goalposts stayed upright. The Stanford Band stayed until the bitter end and wound up playing to the Cal fans who won't leave until the lights go out--especially if we win.
When Hubs and I got home, DD#1 asked who won. When I told her, "Cal," she asked why we were home so early and how come we were sober. (She's been around too long...)
So now we're Bowl-bound. The family preference is for the Emerald Bowl, simply because travel expenses are minimal. In fact, Bro#2 and I were laughing that we could go to work for half a day, then walk to the game. But Cal will probably get invited to a bowl in El Paso or Las Vegas; so we'll just watch the game on TV and party at home.
Posted by March Hare at 3:35 PM
Friday, November 18, 2005
Hubs caught the cold from DD#1 and then generously shared it with me. Unfortunately, tomorrow is the Cal-Stanford Big Game and Hubs and I have tickets, not to mention the salad for the pre-game potluck with my family.
This is a Big Deal in my family. Several members just come for the party and skip the game altogether. We are all rabid Cal fans, with ten Cal alumni in my generation.
I started feeling punk last night and decided to skip my rubber stamp art class. Today, I'm home, sucking on Cold-Eeze with zinc and drinking TheraFlu, Sudafed, and Excedrin. My nose feels like it's in a C-clamp, but my throat isn't as sore.
Hubs has Fridays off, so he drove DD#2 to school and picked her up. He's now doing the warehouse shopping run with DD#1, who knows what we need because she does 80% of the dinnertime cooking.
So I'm upright and sort of dressed. This is progress. And I have lots of time to Think About Things, which is dangerous, of course.
As for tomorrow... Go Bears!
Posted by March Hare at 1:55 PM
I haven't done a book review for awhile because I've been trying to finish this one.
The complete title is: The Last Voyage of Captain Cook: The Collected Writings of John Ledyard. John Ledyard was a New Englander who was a well-known explorer in his day and is obscure now. He sailed as a common marine (see Master & Commander for an example of what his life would be like) who was impressed by the British and sailed with Cook. The extraordinary thing about this was that it took place during the American Revolutionary War.
Ledyard's book is the only known account of that voyage, and of Cook's death in the Sandwich Islands (Hawai'i), written by an American and by someone who was not an officer.
This edition also includes Ledyard's letters from Paris, including his correspondence with Thomas Jefferson while Jefferson was the Ambassador for the fledging U.S. in Paris, as well as his journal of his experiences traveling through Siberia, and the start of his trip in Africa to find the Niger River.
Mr. Ledyard is a fascinating man. Because of his extensive travels, he is able to see the similiarities in the physical appearance of the indigenous groups he meets, as well as their customs and traditions. He makes vocabulary lists. He notes that the indigenous people are often smarter than the European explorers give them credit for.
What makes this book difficult to read, however, is Ledyard's complete disregard for punctuation and capitalization. His writings often read as they were written--hastily and incompletely. And, of course, there is the irregularities of 18th Century spelling to contend with, along with the changes in geographical names, particularly in the South Seas. (Maps that showed both the old and the new names would have been helpful.)
I enjoyed the book. But then, I'm a sucker for this kind of informal history, written by those who were there. I found it a fascinating look at the world through the eyes of an 18th Century man, one who saw more of it than probably any other man of his day.
This edition was edited by James Zug and published as part of the National Geographic Adventure Classics series.
On the March Hare scale: 3.5 bookmarks--but only if you have a taste for this sort of writing.
Posted by March Hare at 1:20 PM
The MSM has made much of the deaths of our heroes and heroines in Iraq. The total, according to the latest count, is 2065. I suppose the magic number will be 3000--the same number that perished in the attack on the World Trade Towers.
Although it's a bit early, here are some stats on the previous attack on American soil. I found them by Googling Pearl Harbor & December 7 & casualties:
|US PERSONNELL CASUALTIES:|
|Navy: 2008 killed, 710 wounded = 2718|
|Army: 218 killed, 364 wounded = 582|
|Marines: 109 killed, 69 wounded = 178|
|Civilians: 68 killed, 35 wounded = 103|
|Total of 2403 killed, 1178 wounded = 3581|
Here is another website I found that lists the casualities for all U.S. combat actions, beginning with the Revolutionary War:
Conflict Enrolled Combat Other Wounded Total
Revolutionary War 200.0 4,435 * 6,188 10,623
War of 1812 286.0 2,260 * 4,505 6,765
Mexican War 78.7 1,733 11,550 4,152 17,435
Civil War: Union 2,803.3 110,070 249,458 275,175 634,703
Confederate 1,064.2 74,524 124,000 137,000 + 335,524
Combined 3,867.5 184,594 373,458 412,175 + 970,227
Spanish-American War 306.8 385 2,061 1,662 4,108
World War I 4,743.8 53,513 63,195 204,002 320,710
World War II 16,353.7 292,131 115,185 670,846 1,078,162
Korean War 5,764.1 33,651 * 103,284 136,935
Vietnam War 8,744.0 47,369 10,799 153,303 211,471
Gulf War 2,750.0 148 145 467 ^ 760
Combat deaths refers to troops killed in action or dead of wounds. Other includes deaths from disease, privation, and accidents, and includes losses among prisoners of war. Wounded excludes those who died of their wounds, who are included under Combat Deaths. Ratio is the proportion of wounded in action to combat deaths. Note that the wounded figures do not include cases of disease.
* Non-battle deaths not known for these wars.
+ Confederate non-battle deaths and wounded estimated.
& Actually only six weeks of sustained combat.
^ There was only one month of combat.
Notice that WWII was officially 44 months long--nearly four years.
According to this website, the number of troops in Iraq may be as high as 150,000. This is, of course, the number of troops currently deployed and does not count those who may have rotated out of Iraq. But to keep the math easy, let's use that number.
So, if we look at the number of military personnel killed by the number of personnel deployed in Iraq, we get (2065/150,000) x 100, which equals 1.4%. For WWII, the totals were (292,131 killed in combat/ 1,635,370 enlisted) x 100, which equals 1.8%. This number does not include those who died while POWs nor does it include the figures for the U.S. Merchant Marine.
To sum it up, during WWII, the U.S. public was willing to allow a higher probability of death than during the current Gulf War. Remember, too, that there was a mandatory draft in the 1940's--my uncle came home from a trip to the World Series to find his notice from the President--a year before Pearl Harbor. Today's military is all volunteer.
Perhaps there is some latent racism operating here. The MSM and the liberal American public was willing to go to war in Europe because we were defending white Europeans, for the most part. Remember, it was Japan who attacked Pearl Harbor. And, although Hitler and the German government declared war on the U.S., they did so only after FDR had declared war on Japan. There were those in the U.S. who argued that attacking Japan should be our primary concern; that we did not have enough men or materiel to fight a war on two fronts. Most of the U.S. fleet had been destroyed in the attack on Pearl Harbor; there was also significant damage to the Army Air Corps fleet of planes.
FDR did not lose focus, however, on who the real enemy was, nor on who were our true Allies.
Has the American character really changed so much in the last sixty years? Or is it merely buried under the flotsam and jetsam of modern life?
Posted by March Hare at 12:36 PM