Friday, June 29, 2007
So yeah, I know I promised that I would be posting all kinds of exciting details about my Peru trip. As usual, things are busier than I thought they would be, so I've been busy during the last few days unpacking and washing clothes and getting my car repaired. And this weekend, I will be busy climbing like a jillion mountains. Well not quite a jillion, but 3 or 4 mountains. Before I left for Peru, I signed up for a full moon hike taking place on June 30. We'll be hiking to the top of a 14er (right now the plan is to do Mt. Belford and Mt. Oxford) by the light of the full moon (and headlamps, just in case it's cloudy), and hopefully see the sunrise when we reach the top. And it turns out that the woman who is organizing the hike is planning on climbing Mt. Elbert, the tallest mountain in Colorado, on Saturday morning, so I asked if I could join her on that hike. So basically I will be spending my weekend doing climbing, climbing, and more climbing, and with intermittent breaks for climbing. I'm planning on taking most of next week off before I start the orientation for my new job, so I hope to have time to post plenty of pictures and tell plenty of stories about what I did in Peru. Sorry for those of you who are waiting on the edges of your seats for that, but I promise that I will get to it as soon as I get back and get some time.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
View of Machu Picchu I got back from Peru yesterday. The trip was amazing! I don't know if I can say enough about it, every day was a new wonder. The weather was beautiful; we didn't see a single raindrop the whole time we were there. The group I was with was just the greatest, which is a bit of a surprise. I feel like I've become a curmudgeon, with only a small tolerance for people, so it was nice to feel happy and comfortable around people again. Anyway, I'm still busy with unpacking and washing clothes and catching up on bills right now, but hopefully sometime in the next few days I can start giving details about the trip. In the meantime, what you see above is a picture of Machu Picchu that I took. The mountain in the background overlooking the city is Huayna Picchu. I and two other people in the group climbed Huayna Picchu after walking through Machu Picchu, and I think it might have been my favorite experience of the whole vacation. Anyway, I have to unload the clothes dryer, but hopefully many more details will be forthcoming. As expected, I didn't end up writing anything in my notebook, but I don't think I'll forget anything about the trip for a long time.
Friday, June 8, 2007
It turns out I was a lot busier today than I thought I was going to be. I had to pack three times to get everything to fit, and I'm still going to be taking two bags when I only wanted to take one. Anyway, I'm flying out tomorrow morning, and while I'm in South America, I will have only very limited access to the Internet, so I don't expect to post again until I'm back on June 25. You can see the itinerary for my trip here. I'm taking a notebook, and I'm hoping to keep a journal of what I do day-to-day. Then when I get back, I can give a recount of my trip here, with lots of pictures. That's the plan at least. With the exception of this diary, however, I've never been very good at keeping journals... Anyway, I have to get up at 3:30AM to drive 70 miles to Denver and make it to my early morning flight, and I still have a couple more things I have to do before going to sleep, so I'll sign off here. Talk to you next at the end of June.
Friday, June 8, 2007
I'm taking the day off of work today, and I'm planning on running around for most of the day taking care of last minute stuff for my trip. I hope to do one more post (after this one) before I leave, but in the meantime, enjoy this music video. It's an excellent amateur version of David Allan Coe's "You Never Even Call Me By My Name", which, if you are unaware, is the best song for karate-okeing ever invented in the history of the universe. So now you know.


Wednesday, June 6, 2007
I've been suffering from a mild case of insomnia all week -- nervousness about my upcoming trip combined with stress about trying to getting everything caught up at work before I leave. So, I stayed up late to watch the Sunday night silent movie special on Turner Classic Movies. This week's feature was He Who Gets Slapped, a 1924 movie, based on a Russian play, which stars Lon Chaney and is notable mainly for being the first feature produced by the newly-formed Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer film studio. It was intended to be an artistic blockbuster, loved by both audiences and critics. And it lived up to those aspirations, being both highly profitable and adored by the critics. However, nowadays the movie is largely forgotten. I'd never heard of it, and I couldn't find an entry for it in Pauline Kael's 5001 Nights at the Movies. I tried looking up Lon Chaney's entry in David Thomson's Biographical Dictionary of Film for some discussion of the film, but all it says about He Who Gets Slapped is that it is a "conventional drama" (although by the by, it turns out that Lon Chaney was born right here in Colorado Springs). There's a good reason why the film is little-known nowadays; it's tragic love story is overwrought and unbelievable. Lon Chaney plays a brilliant but unknown scientist whose breakthrough idea is stolen by his patron, a rich baron. When he confronts the baron in front of a large audience at a scientific conference, the baron slaps him and the audience bursts out in laughter. As a fairly regular attendee of scientific conferences, I can say with some authority that this type of thing hardly ever happens, although I have now and then referred to myself as "The Baron"... but that's a whole different story. Anyway, the baron also steals the scientist's wife, so the broken and humiliated man leaves the world of science to become a circus clown. His stage name is He Who Gets Slapped, and he quickly becomes the star of the circus by replaying his humiliation every night by standing in front of an audience of clowns trying to instruct them in science and philosophy while they first ignore him and then slap him repeatedly, causing the circus audience to fall over laughing. And, the thing is, even for me who is someone who doesn't have a natural aversion to clowns, watching a clown lecturing on science while
getting slapped is just not funny at all, even if you cut a bunch of times to audience members rolling in the aisles at the hilarity, I will never be convinced that it's funny. So one of the central conceits of the movie, that it is the natural way of people to laugh at the pain of others, is lost on me. Of course, this was during the era of Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, and vaudeville slapstick comedy, so there might have been a little more to the idea that people like to laugh at other people getting hurt... Anyway, He Who Gets Slapped falls in love with the beautiful ingenue who has just joined the circus, but she only has eyes for the handsome horse acrobat. The baron eventually returns to the story and through some hard-to-believe plot twists becomes engaged to the ingenue. He Who Gets Slapped becomes increasingly enraged and unhinged after the baron's return, and eventually unleashes a plot that leads to multiple deaths. The whole movie is quite obviously meant to be artistically heartbreaking, but it ends up being weird and ridiculous. I did like the transitional scenes showing little clowns running around a globe.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Chapterhouse: Dune
I haven't talked much in the last few months about the books that I'm reading. That's because I'm still making my way through the Dune series. Actually, I should say I'm making my way through the multiple series of Dune. The Dune serieses? There are the original six Dune books written by Frank Herbert, which ended with Chapterhouse: Dune. Then after Herbert's death, his son Brian wrote a 3-book prequel which was set in the time period immediately before the events of the original Dune book, and another 3-book prequel which takes place thousands of years before Dune. Finally, Brian Herbert finished work on the final two books of the original Dune series, which was left incomplete when Frank Herbert died. Make sense? I'll have to ask you to pay attention because there will be a quiz later. Anyway, I enjoy these long book series for the same reason I enjoy 4-hour overblown epic movies; even if they're done poorly, you can still get into them because you have time to get to know the characters and their interrelationships and back-stories and their motivations and their good sides and bad sides. I guess maybe my biggest pet peeve with fiction is overly simplistic storytelling that treats the reader/viewer as a moron and doesn't bother to do anything except connect the dots. Epic multi-part adventures have it built in automatically that that won't happen because nothing that has so much going on can be simplistic. Anyway, I finished the last book of the original series, Chapterhouse: Dune, a month or two ago, and it was probably my favorite book of them all. In the first few books of Dune, Herbert got preoccupied with the angst of the Atreidies, a family who suddenly found themselves in possession of ultimate power, brought on by the ability to not only predict the future, but to be able to predict every future that is possible based on the different actions they may choose. Because of this power, they are able to become emperors and, eventually, authoritarian tyrants. But they quickly find that all actions they choose will result in dreadfully flawed futures. They also find that knowing the course of future events makes life in the here and now dull and tedious. It's actually profound, in a way, but Herbert really isn't very skilled with dealing with people's inner lives, so, for me, the Atreidies mainly come off as whiny complainers who can't stand having the responsibilities that come with their great gifts but also can't stand giving up the perks that come with their gifts and who also think they're better than everyone else, to boot. But the last "gifted" Atreidies, the tyrant Leto II, dies at the end of the fourth book, and the final two books in the original series deal with the rivalry of the Bene Gesserit and the Bene Tleilax. The "Bene" in the names means that they are orders of some kind, like monastic orders or Freemasons. The Bene Gesserit, often called "witches" by characters in the books, are an all-woman order whose original goal was to use genetic manipulation to eventually create a superhuman whose mental abilities allow him to bridge all of space and time. They call this messiah the Kwisatz Haderach, and they unexpectedly achieve their goal of creating the Kwisatz Haderach with Paul Atreidies in the first Dune book. Unfortunately for them, Paul turns on the Bene Gesserit, and generally treats them with disdain and contempt during his rule. After their failure with Paul Atreidies, the Bene Gesserit continue their genetic manipulations to try to propagate the best qualities in the human genetic line, but they are careful not to create another Kwisatz Haderach. In addition to their genetic experiments, the sisters of the Bene Gesserit work on perfecting their mental and physical abilities, requiring rigorous physical and mental training for all acolytes who wish to join the order. They are the ultimate diplomats of the universe, so in control of their bodies that they can suppress all signs of emotion in themselves and so observant that they can read, from the tiniest facial movements or muscle reactions, the thoughts of others. They also have the ability to use their Voice to compel people to obey their commands. Whenever they do this, the books always refer to it as "Voice" with a capital V, or "the Voice". They are also known as the best hand-to-hand fighters in the known universe, and in a universe where killing your negotiating partner is considered an acceptable way to broker an agreement, hand-to-hand fighting skill is crucial for diplomats. The Bene Gesserit are well-respected in the universe for generally adopting a neutral stance in regards to the petty squabbles between the ruling noble families. One of the major tenets of the sisterhood is to never fall in love and to never form emotional attachments with other people, so they are generally regarded as free from the emotional influences that may unduly sway normal people. The Bene Tleilax, unlike the respected Bene Gesserit, are disdained by everyone in the universe. They are an all-male sect who isolate themselves from all others. Though human, they are short and unhealthy-looking, with gray skin and sharp, pointy teeth. They smell bad and are uncouth in their manners. Like the Bene Gesserit, they are known to experiment with genetic manipulation. But because they keep their society closed off from everyone, and because nobody has ever seen a female Bene Tleilax, everyone assumes that they do some ghastly laboratory experiments to ensure the continuation of their despised race. It's worth pointing out here that the Bene Gesserit are not a society, as such. They have sex with (non-Bene Gesserit) men and become pregnant. Often their daughters are placed in the Bene Gesserit training program, but sometimes they're not. And sometimes the daughter of a non-Bene Gesserit woman is given the Bene Gesserit training. So, in that sense, the Bene Gesserit order can be joined by everyone (or at least every female) who has the potential to succeed in the rigorous training. Bene Tleilax, on the other hand, fraternize with non-Bene Tleilax only for the purposes of business. A non-Bene Tleilax cannot join the Bene Tleilax and cannot in any way associate with them except for the purposes of business. It is revealed in the later books that the Bene Tleilax are actually an order of religious zealots who believe their destiny is to eventually conquer the known universe in the name of Shai' hulud, literally the strange sandworm creature of Arrakis, the planet commonly known as Dune, from where the books get their names. However, Shai' hulud has symbolic meaning, as the sandworms are believed to contain the spirit of the tyrant Leto II, who during his lifetime was revered as a god, and has continued to be revered as a god by the Bene Tleilax. The Shai' hulud are also the source of the mysterious spice melange, which gave humans the ability to "fold space" and undertake interstellar travel. The Bene Gesserit suspect that the Bene Tleilax have secret destructive plans, and undertake various political maneuvers to prevent these plans from coming to fruition. In the meantime, however, a vicious order of females known as the Honored Matres has returned from the Scattering, an event that took place after the death of the Tyrant, when a great famine occured and many people left the known universe to try to find habitable planets elsewhere. The Honored Matres have a lot in common with the Bene Gesserit, except rather than being diplomats they are conquerors. They destroy most of the planets of the known universe, including Dune, enslave men with their seemingly black-art sexual abilities (Bene Gesserit have the same abilities, but view having such control over others as being dangerous and, in the long run, counterproductive), and eventually destroy the Bene Tleilax, leaving the Bene Gesserit as the last holdout. The final novel ends with the destruction of the Bene Gesserit, but with the transformation of the Bene Gesserit home planet, Wallach IX, into Dune, to ensure the continued existence of the sandworm, Shai' hulud. Several people manage to escape the Honored Matres on a space ship known as a no-ship (meaning a ship that cannot be seen by any radar or any mental projection superabilities). These people include a Bene Gesserit Reverend Mother, Sheeana, who is the only person in the universe with the ability to talk to and control Shai' hulud, and Duncan Idaho, who was an original adviser of Paul Atreidies thousands of years earlier and who was regenerated in a Bene Tleilax axotyl tank. Chapterhouse: Dune ends with the escape of the no-ship from Wallach IX. The most interesting thing for me about the last few books in this series is how much they are about bureaucracy and diplomacy. While the Bene Gesserit and Bene Tleilax have the ability to be ruthless warriors, they accomplish their goals most effectively through diplomatic manipulation and subterfuge. The Honored Matres symbolize the death of diplomacy, which means the death of culture and society. Ironically, however, it is hinted that the Honored Matres were mid-level civil servants themselves, in the Scattering, who served under the rule of other ruthless autocrats. It was only by using bureaucratic manipulations to make themselves indispensible to these autocrats, and then turning on the autocrats and escaping, that the Honored Matres were able to free themselves. Also interesting in the books is the gender politics, which are hardly mentioned and hardly obvious as a theme, but are obvious in the fact that the main organizations, the Bene Gesserit, the Bene Tleilax, and the Honored Matres, are either all-male or all-female. There are other examinations of gender in the earlier books. The Tyrant's army, the Fish Speakers, is all-female, because the Tyrant believed that males were incapable of performing the duties of the army without becoming corrupted and eventually turning on the civilian population. Also, the Kwisatz Haderach could only be a male. Females who have the same abilities as the Kwisatz Haderach are known as Abominations. Abominations are believed to be unable to contain the evil temptations of the power they are given and will eventually destroy themselves and everyone around them. So, like I said, there is a richness there that you don't get from non-epic fiction. I'm working my way through the Dune prequels now, though I think I'll take a break from them when I go to Peru and read Thomas Pynchon's Against the Day, which is a very long and, I expect, very complicated book, appropriate for long plane trips.
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Knocked Up
I went to see Judd Apatow's Knocked Up today. As I mentioned in a post from a couple days ago, I was looking forward to seeing the movie because the buzz about it was that it was supposed to be hilarious and could be a surprise hit this summer. But I didn't like it very much at all. When you take away all of the pot-smoking and fart jokes and giggling over boobies and vaginas, what you're left with is just a standard treacly romance movie. In fact, it's even worse than a treacly romantic movie, because from my perspective, the main characters, Ben and Alison, are better off not being a couple. She gets pregnant after a one-night stand with him, and they figure that they should make a try at dating for the sake of the baby. And, well, maybe this is just me, but it seems like to me that there are lots of good reasons and lots of bad reasons to enter a romantic relationship with someone, and let's give it a try because we're having a baby seems like a bad reason. Or, at least once it's obvious that you're incompatible, which Ben and Alison are, it seems like you shouldn't keep trying to sustain a relationship just for the baby. In fact, I would say that's a recipe for the perfect dysfunctional family. But maybe that's just me. Most of the reviews say that Knocked Up is not a typical romantic comedy because Ben and his friends are a bunch of slacker misfits who smoke pot all the time. Which makes me ask if we didn't decide we had enough of that shit from Kevin Smith when he did it over and over ten years ago. It was at least funny and a little bit original in Smith's first two or three movies, but the whole 20-something-underemployed-guys sitting around all day smoking pot or playing video games or reading comics or whatever is just so played. So count my vote for that whole plot being excrutiatingly unoriginal. I don't even feel like talking about Leslie Mann (wife of Apatow) and Paul Rudd, two of my favorite actors, particularly Rudd whom I've had a heterosexual man crush on ever since he was in Clueless, who play the "unhappy" married couple in the movie, but whose marriage in the movie is unlike any marriage or any human relationship I've seen in real life. But I'm actually being a little harsh on the movie. I did more or less enjoy it; for all it's faults it is sincere and there's a casual, unscripted feel in each of the individual scenes that do make it seem more like real life than most other movies. My problem is that in the end I just didn't care at all about the plot or any of the characters.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Hiker resting on the summit of Eagle Peak
Air Force Academy as viewed from the summit of Eagle Peak
Last Friday, a couple guys from the physics department invited me to go hiking with them over lunch up Eagle Peak, which is located right near the cadet area at the Academy. The hike is pretty short, only 1.25 miles, but it packs a wallop; it's a 1900-foot climb. I was a little embarassed because on the way over to the trailhead I was bragging about how I climbed 14ers all last summer and how I was in prime shape because I was getting ready to hike the Andes in Peru. And then we started climbing Eagle Peak, and I was the last in line, lagging behind, and drenched in sweat and breathing like my lungs were going to explode. It was tough, let me tell you. But I made it to the top, and I more or less kept out with the other two guys (who, in my defense, are in the military, so it's their job to be in shape). And it was an amazing view from the top of the mountain. I think I'll do the hike a bunch more times. It's a great workout, and the scenery is beautiful. You can go here to see the rest of my pictures from the hike.