Posted by: Sally Ingraham | January 24, 2009

Odd Reads, Good Reads

Looking over the new reading list I started at the beginning of the year makes me laugh a little. I’ve been reading an odd assortment of books. Take the last three I’ve finished: Little Brother by Cory Doctorow, The Rusticator’s Journal: Essays About Mount Desert Island and Acadia National Park edited by Tammis E. Coffin, and The Macrophenomenal Pro Basketball Almanac by Freedarko.

A novel about hacking (computers, cell phones, security systems, XBoxes, anything goes,) a collection of writings about my Island home covering everything from the building of the Duck Brook Bridge to the amount and whereabouts of the coyote population, and a book about basketball.

basketballThat last book was quite fascinating. Created by a group of 5 friends and fans who live scattered about the world, it brings to vivid life some of the players the “Freedarko Collective” consider to be the “master builders”, “lost souls”, or “people’s champs” in the NBA league. With interesting biographies, bizarre charts, and funny stats, the authors and artists who crafted this book throw a fire bolt into basketball fandome, daring one and all to look at the game and the players in a new way.

I read about the book in the Mount Desert Islander and was mildly interested. One of the co-authors had lived on the Island, and his father is a current resident, so there was a little fanfare over the books publication. It was at the library the next time I went in, so I checked it out.

Even though I don’t care two figs about basketball, and know nothing about the sport except in a very general sense, the book drew me in and kept my interest. It was well written, funny, intriguing, with excellent illustrations and colorful descriptions of stats and styles. Obviously a labor of love, it seemed to me to be written by intense, passionate fans who never-the-less didn’t take themselves too seriously.

I would recommend the book to the basketball fan, but also to anyone with an interest in what makes people tick.

After all, with a heaping spoonful of curiosity, almost any book can be interesting. Apparently I’ve been proving that again to myself this month, and I plan to continue the trend throughout the rest of the year.

Hopefully my “lively curiosity” will help me get through the stack of Proust books I intend to read!

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | January 24, 2009

No Time to Blog

This lack of internet at my house is getting irksome. I have been filling my time with plenty of meaningful activities – reading, watching movies, playing outside, working, socializing – and these things fill up a day faster than you could imagine, leaving no time left between 10 in the morning (when the library opens) and 3:30 in the afternoon (when Reel Pizza duty calls) to get to the library and blog.

Even today, when it was my firm intent to write at least three (3!) blog entries, I find myself now glancing at a clock that reads 2:26 p.m. and wondering how it got that late already. What did I do today that took up so much time?

Let’s see, I rose promptly at 8:30 a.m. (ha!) and checked my e-mail via my iPhone. Then I wrote down my thoughts about pages 15-43 of Swann’s Way by Marcel Proust which I had read before falling asleep the night before. Following that I made breakfast and ate oatmeal with blackberries while reading pages 43-48 of Swann’s Way. Then I flipped through a book about art journals while drinking tea, and read a chapter of a book about quilting.

Just a WallBy then it was somehow, incredibly, already nearing 11 o’clock. I decided it was time for my short walk and quickly got dressed and grabbed my camera and left the house. An hour and a half later, after walking up to Old Farm Road and trekking about in the woods along Sol’s Cliffs, and then walking all the way back into town, I found myself in Sherman’s Bookstore picking up a new sketchbook and looking for a birthday present for a friend. This took about thirty minutes – and I didn’t even find a suitable gift.

I then rushed home, took a shower, dressed for the post-Christmas party I am attending tonight after work, ate some lunch, and ran over here to the library. After uploading a couple of pictures to Flickr I find myself with less than an hour left to write those three blog entries before work. (This one that I’m writing now is not one of them!)

Thus a day passes. So much to do, so little time. But what a GOOD time I’ve been having filling those hours, even if there’s never enough of them. That is what’s more important, I suppose, then a constant stream of gratuitous blogging about me doing nothing in particular. Or something like that.

Even so, perhaps it is time to get internet at my house?

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | January 17, 2009

Synecdoche, New York

“syn·ec·do·che – A figure of speech in which a part is used for the whole (as hand for sailor), the whole for a part (as the law for police officer), the specific for the general (as cutthroat for assassin), the general for the specific (as thief for pickpocket), or the material for the thing made from it (as steel for sword).” -from http://www.thefreedictionary.com

I spent the past week trying to pronounce this word. We were showing the movie Synecdoche, New York at Reel Pizza and it was pretty funny to listen to our poor customers chew the word up and spit it out in all kinds of different fragments. Frequently I sold them tickets to “er, that one I wish I could pronounce” and I found myself congratulating those daring enough to go for it and say something that was close enough.

I got to see the movie myself on Wednesday night, clocking out early and grabbing a Guinness to help Charlie Kaufman’s mad writing and Philip Seymour Hoffman’s mad acting go down a little smoother.

I’ve tried to describe this movie, but it is difficult to say the least. Here’s Netflix’s synopsis:

“After his painter wife (Catherine Keener) leaves him and takes their daughter to Berlin, theater director Caden Cotard (Philip Seymour Hoffman) stages a new autobiographical play in a massive warehouse amid a life-size replica of Manhattan. Meanwhile, Caden must contend with the many women in his life — including a box-office worker, an actress and a shrink — in this beguiling directorial debut (nominated for three Independent Spirit Awards) by ace screenwriter Charlie Kaufman.”

Yesterday I spent 15 minutes attempting to convey to one of the librarians at Jesup what made the movie so very “beguiling”, what it’s story attempted to show. The intriguing beauty of the mundane, the ordinary/extraordinary life of the mind, the layers upon layers of reality that exist for each of us…

It’s a sad story about a lonely, troubled man, who accomplishes nothing and seems to fail ultimately at living. Somehow though, in a mind-bending confusion-inducing kind of a way, the movie is comparatively uplifting.

Speaking toward the end of the movie, and his own life, Caden has an inspiration about how to do his play. He says, “I know how to do it now. There are nearly thirteen million people in the world. None of those people is an extra. They’re all the leads of their own stories. They have to be given their due.”

That’s the clearest thought I came away from the movie with – that, and a new realization of how complex the ordinary life is. Moments later in the film an actor playing a minister launches into a monologue, starting with this:

“You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make…”

We are the lead in our own story, and we can’t see very far beyond our immediate selves. We are the most important thing in our lives, and yet only a tiny fraction of the big picture.

Thus, I suppose, we are all the “synecdoche” in the great sentence of life.

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | January 15, 2009

Over the Mountains and Through the Woods

The Arctic Freeze has set in. It was 0 degrees when I got up, and it has gotten only as warm as 2 degrees in the hour that I’ve been puttering around my house. My house is where I intend to stay for the most part – until it is time to slip and slide to the library to post this, and then skid and skim my way across the icy street to work.

Homans PathI knew this weather was coming, so I made sure to play outside yesterday. A friend and I went scampering up the Homans Path on Dorr Mt., which had tolerably secure footing on account of the latest snowfall. The view was amazing. Too often I keep close to the ground in the winter, trying to forget about the exhilaration that pumps through me when I get high.

Our decent down the Kurt Diederich’s Climb had some exciting sections. Dorr Mt. is never lacking in spectacular ice falls, some of which don’t have the good sense to stay off the trails! We successfully navigated our way back down to Sieur de Monts, but we were too charged up to be done hiking yet.

My boss at Reel Pizza had clued me in to some caves on Schoolhouse Ledges, so we drove over to Northeast Harbor to try and find them. The trails in the Schoolhouse Ledge area are not inside Acadia National Park. They are pretty well maintained village trails with names and posts and the works – but a veritable maze to those without a map or a good sense of direction. Fortunately (oddly enough?) my sense of direction is reasonably good.

Sunny WoodWe made our way to Lower Hadlock Pond and then trudged halfway up Norumbega Mt. to the turn off that leaps back down to the Golf Club. We passed through a wonderful forest of skinny pine trees and slivered sunlight, chose a new trail and plunged deeper into the labyrinth. We found ourselves following a series of cliffs and crags and tumbles of rock, and before long we discovered the caves. One was dry and cozy and perfect to live in – in fact, someone had been doing so not too long ago!

After some false starts and backtracking and scrambling around in the woods, we found our way back to the car. We had clocked in over 6 miles, explored new places, and stood on mountaintops. Not a bad way to spend 3 hours of a cold January day.

I used to think that I didn’t like winter, but these last few winters spent on MDI have changed my mind. I relish a brisk walk in below freezing temps, and come home feeling invigorated. It is exciting to rediscover familiar places, changed in wondrous ways by ice and snow. With my camera in hand, winter becomes a treasure hunt. I seek the most perfect frozen jewels, knowing that by tomorrow they will have changed or disappeared.

Winter is a simple, quiet, thoughtful time – and I have been doing some thinking. As dreams of moving away swirl through my mind, I find myself appreciating winter more and more. If I moved to a warm, sunny place, where the coldest days might brush the lower 50s, would I really like it? Would I in fact miss the snow and ice and 5 degree days (with a wind chill factor we don’t even want to talk about)? To my own surprise, I think I would.

Good thing there are plenty more days of winter for me to thoroughly explore these strange new thoughts. What better way to do so than by taking many long walks in the woods, where the only sounds are the crunch of my boots in the snow, and the occasional wondrous boom that echoes across a frozen pond.
Aunt Betty Pond

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | January 13, 2009

There’s Something About Cats

catsFor most of my life I have maintained that cats scare me. Not in a monster-under-your-bed sort of way, of course. I suppose it’s more of a healthy respect – like the one I have for heights. Every cat I’ve ever seen has a kind of quiet superiority. I’m pretty sure they’re smarter than me. They might, in fact, be aliens.

Some days ago I was volunteering at the Jesup Memorial Library. I was on a step stool, pulling each book off the shelf and examining the slip in the back to see when it was last checked out. If it was before 2006, the book had to be weeded. Too many books in the Children’s Room! Down to the basement the unfortunate books went.

CatsI was working through the nonfiction – 398’s, dewey decimal land of the fairy tales – when I pulled down Cats of Myth: Tales from Around the World by Gerald and Loretta Hausman. Well, what do you know, I thought to myself. Perhaps I’m not so far off after all. Home the book went, huge green eyes staring at me cleverly, even in an illustration.

The book was intriguing. It was a collection of tales from ancient Egypt to the Middle East, to Europe, to Asia, to the Bahamian Islands. Everywhere, it seems, people have recognized that cats are creatures outside of the ordinary. Whether they be goddess, guardian, guide, trickster, warrior, rescuer, or magician, they have been and still are at humanity’s side, keeping an insightful eye on us all. They have kept evil troll kings at bay, defeated rats that even a master Japanese swordsman could not beat, ended wars without bloodshed, taught pirates like Calico Jack a lesson, and helped lonely fishermen win the love of princesses.

And while the Whittle Cat of of Middle European myth may have tried to gobble up the world and everything in it – an under-your-bed-monster if I ever heard of one – cats in general are worth respecting. It’s probably not a bad thing to keep someone around who is wiser than you – keeps you humble. You never know. Someday that excellent mouser may give you a green stare, and start to speak. I would listen, if I were you, to what he or she had to say.

Heck – I’m almost tempted to get one! (Sorry Dad…)

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | January 8, 2009

SRC: List Update

I asked a friend at work last night for some series recommendations, and he put me on an interesting track. Here’s a couple more that I would like to at least investigate.

ShikastaDoris Lessing’s Canopus in Argos

1. Shikasta (1979)
2. The Marriages Between Zones Three, Four and Five (1980)
3. The Sirian Experiments (1980)
4. The Making of the Representative for Planet 8 (1982)
5. The Sentimental Agents in the Volyen Empire (1983)

The description of this series reminded me of Ursula Le Guin’s Hainish Cycle, in that they are science fiction books that are more about social-cultural issues. My friend described this series as being a number of stories told from the view point of several different types of aliens. Sounds fun!

My friend’s next suggestion, and the one he really emphasized once he’d thought of it, should be quite a mind-twister. I am tentatively putting Samuel Beckett’s Trilogy on my list:

1. Molloy (1951)
2. Malone Dies (1951)
3. The Unnamable (1953)

ProustAnd to follow suit, perhaps some Proust? I’m not sure his seven volume work – In Search of Lost Time – is technically a series. LOTR is both a trilogy and one complete work, depending on how it’s published. Hmm. I guess I won’t get picky over this one. We’ll see how far I make it!

* Swann’s Way (tr. Lydia Davis)
* In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower (tr. James Grieves)
* The Guermantes Way (tr. Mark Treharne)
* Sodom and Gomorrah (tr. John Sturrock)
* The Prisoner (tr. Carol Clark)
* The Fugitive (tr. Peter Collier)
* Finding Time Again (tr. Ian Patterson)

That should do it for the moment!

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | January 7, 2009

Serial Readers Challenge

Serial Readers ChallengeI’ve decided to join this challenge. I’ve been working my way through series’ recently anyway – might as well get some kudos for doing so!

CarPoolQueen is hosting the challenge – full details here. Basically the idea is to read as many series of books in 2009 as you can – three related books count as a series – and you get points for how books you read, and extra kudos points for how many complete series’ you finish.

Right off the bat I know I want to read the Dalemark Quartet by Diana Wynn Jones:

1. The Spellcoats (1979)
2. Drowned Ammet (1977)
3. Cart and Cwidder (1975)
4. Crown of Dalemark (1993)

(According to the Wikipedia article [ha!] this is the order of the “internal chronology”, but having already read Cart and Cwidder – which won’t count since I read it in December – I might just try the series this way…although it makes me say grrr.)

I want to branch out a little, so I will be looking for some series’ in other genres. Romance? Mystery shouldn’t be hard although I don’t want something too long… Yay, research! I’ll update my list when I have more of one.

And I’ll be posting my reviews of the books and series’ I read.

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | January 7, 2009

Mild Tribulation

It is doing something odd out today – grainy snow, rice snow, falling from the sky. I am not inspired to walk in it – something about getting tiny ice pellets in my eyes doesn’t sound fun.

I am not inspired to walk in general, not since I re-activated my tender tush on Monday, taking a gleeful (purposeful) trip down an ice slide on Day Mt. It really seemed like the best and most interesting way to get down an awkward spot, and it was. However, apparently I hadn’t quite recovered from a very unintentional spill several days before, and now I have an aching tail bone for my efforts.

This hinders my indoor exercise as well (sit ups are off limits) so I am getting fat and lazy again. To compensate I am keeping my brain active by reading a lot, and trying to eat only the Power Foods (nuts, spinach, yogurt, beans, eggs, oatmeal, other things…pizza!).

Anyway…these things will pass – bad weather and a busted bum.

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | January 7, 2009

Nation by Terry Pratchett

NationWhen it comes to Terry Pratchett, I haven’t wandered far out of Discworld. I can’t claim to have wandered very far IN Discworld either, but with at least seven of it’s thirty-nine tall tales filed away somewhere in my brain I felt that I knew what to expect from Pratchett.

Nation, his newest book, surprised me. In fact I found myself stopping midway to flip to the back and look for an Author’s Note, to see if he explained himself anywhere. The story seemed much too straightforward, wasn’t particularly funny, and lacked the general feeling I usually get from Pratchett’s work – that he enjoys his own cleverness a little too much.

For once, it seemed as if Pratchett just wanted to tell a story – with as few smoke and mirrors as was necessary. It could have perhaps been a slightly more original story, but I didn’t really mind.

Set in the Great Pelagic Ocean, a place pretty similar to the Pacific but of course in a parallel universe, the tale picks up with Mau on the Boy’s Island, getting ready to sail home to the big island where the Nation – friends and family – are waiting to make him a man. Unfortunately, a storm blows up and very large wave washes the world away. Mau finds himself alone, awkwardly stuck between being a boy and man and so probably soulless, and pretty furious with the gods. Things look bad, but then Daphne – a girl from the other side of the globe and the sole survivor of a ship destroyed in the same wave – comes out of the jungle. Mau finds in her a reason to not just walk into the ocean and follow the deep currents into the darkness. Together they cope with the aftermath of the catastrophe, finding the strength to care for the refugees who soon begin to arrive, and battle off Raiders and other unsavory folk. They defy ancestors, challenge death, and make world-altering discoveries.

Mau and Daphne drew me in immediately, and they carried the book along on their vibrant shoulders. I could identify with their personal journeys, as they both had a bit of me in them. I also enjoyed the mental stir of a book that prods some if the “Big” subjects.

Aside from being an adventure survival story, the book gets busy asking questions about the nature of belief. It wonders over and over “Why do bad things happen to good people?” Mau curses his gods, and science explains them away. It doesn’t make him feel any better to know that the answer is just “Because”. For others belief in something is better than no belief at all. Belief makes it feel safer to keep on living in a world without reason, a world given over to Lochaha – death. Well, Mau walks with Lochaha – literally – and doesn’t really get any answers from him either. Pratchett doesn’t offer a solution. He leaves Mau with an open mind – a mind willing to believe if something, someone, somewhere can answer “Why?” Mau finds a sort of peace in being a seeker.

Daphne has her own, less angry, search for answers. Coming from a society that thinks it already has so many of them, she of course has a whole lot to learn from Mau and the island. She has a lively curiosity and a quick mind, and the world is endlessly fascinating. Her part of the story frightened me a little though, in that I knew eventually other “trousermen” would come searching for her. With them would come to the island all the damage and blind goodwill that spread across my version of the world. I found myself so lost in the story at one point that I was pleading with someone – not sure who – on behalf of island. “Let the half-baked men be open minded, willing to question, and not so set in their beliefs that they bring the type of wave that will really wash the world away…!”

Phew – heavy stuff! It was nice to take Pratchett more seriously for once, and while he’s said it all before, in this book he said it with clarity – without the smoke and mirrors. In fact, he does explain himself a bit in the Author’s Note:

“Thinking. This book contains some. Whether you try it at home is up to you.”

Posted by: Sally Ingraham | January 6, 2009

Music from Mariaville, ME

jimmy barnesI picked up a copy of Jimmy Barnes’ CD Maine to Mexico the other day. I had read about him in the newspaper, and was intrigued by the idea of a down-to-earth Mainer writing songs about fishing and meatloaf. This self termed “old hippie” from Mariaville, a town just over a couple of hills from me, had recently released his 5th CD. His music was supposedly simple stories about life, and proved that “old people still have something valid to contribute”.

Always interested in stories – musical or otherwise – I visited the Grasshopper Shop in Ellsworth (the only place between here and Bangor that still sells CDs…) and picked out his 2005 collection of work.

I started listening to it on the way home, and quickly found myself close to tears over the fourth song – Too Late in the Season, a ballad about an ill-fated fishing trip – and laughing in delight at the fifth – On the Dolphin, which told the tale of a boatload of tourists getting seasick on a fishing charter.

Barnes voice was pleasant, with a bit of an edge to it. He had a collection of friends and fellow musicians to help him get his stories across, listed in the liner notes as his “Crew”. The quality of the recording was decent, bringing kudos to the recording studio in Blue Hill, ME. The style was a mix of folk and country, not always my favorite, but somehow combined with the topic – life in Maine – it seemed proper.

Listening to the songs, I could just as easily imagine Barnes sitting around with his buddies up at the store, telling tales and yarns, giving opinions on the weather and the fishing, making light of, and finding the humor in a hard life.

The sixth song – Wooden Boat – had a line in it that I especially liked. “Live your life with sails full set”. These stories and songs seem to come from a man who participates fully in life, doesn’t back away from hardships, and after coming through a storm finds something to laugh about – and then writes a song about it.

That’s pretty neat. I’m glad to have Jimmy Barnes as a neighbor, and am eager to listen to more of his tales. I hope the “inspiration will make a good tune” for many years to come.

Check him out!
The Mount Desert Islander article

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