Musings about politics, movies, music, art and all the other important things in life.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Pottery for Christmas

Yes, I haven't written in a while. Blame it on football, or blame it on pottery. Either way, I've decided to post some pottery pictures, just in time for Christmas. If you see something you like, let me know.

The prices are suggested. If you like something and think the price is too high, make me an offer. While I like being able to pay for my pottery habit through a few sales, I'm really just happy that the pots are going to a happy home where they are loved.

4 1/2" high mug - $10
4" mug - $10
French butter dish (1st view) - $20
French butter dish (2nd view)

8" bowl - $20
4" rice bowl - $15


10" bowl (4" deep) - $35

9" bowl (2" deep) - $30


Vases ( 4" & 6" high) - $30 (both)



6" tray - $15
More to come.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Mad for "Mad Men"

If you're one of those people who think "Mad Men" is boring, you will find this post boring too. I adore "Mad Men." I started watching it during it's first season and was immediately hooked. I just happened upon the second episode accidentally, and wondered, "What's this?" It took me a little while to figure out its regular broadcast day and time, so I missed a few episodes that first season. But with a little help from Netflix, I managed to see every episode in one long marathon session. (My younger sister later gave me the complete first season as a lovely boxed set for my birthday. I can't say she's my favorite sister, but that certainly didn't hurt her standing. Thanks, Amy!)

"Mad Men" is now in its fourth season, and we've almost reached the final episode. Quel dommage! The fifth season won't come around until next summer, so I'll have to get by re-watching the first three seasons. Yes, I have all of the available DVDs now, and if I play my cards right, some loving friend or family member will give me the fourth season as a birthday gift or Christmas present. (Is a blog post too big of a hint?)

As good as the previous seasons have been, I think this year is the best. That's a pretty high bar, since the first three seasons have won three back-to-back Emmys for best TV drama. But several episodes this year have just made my jaw drop - not from shock or sheer audacity, but purely due to fantastic writing and acting. I have to single out the seventh episode this year, "The Suitcase," in particular. Jon Hamm as Don Draper is a great actor, and as a heterosexual woman, he's also very easy on the eyes. But he was truly amazing in that episode, as was Elisabeth Moss, his co-star who plays Peggy Olson. The raw emotion was heartbreaking. To top it all off, most of the episode took place in Don Draper's office, with just the interplay between Hamm and Moss. There were no car chases, bomb explosions or gun fights, but this episode was anything but boring.

If you love great characters and incredible writing, you owe it to yourself to watch this show from beginning to end. Just make sure you rent it from Netflix, because I'm not loaning you my DVDs. Well, maybe not.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Time Travel and Other Scary Stuff

I've been a fan of science fiction and fantasy since I was a kid, largely because my older brother was such a huge fan of the genre (or genres, depending on how much of a sci-fi purist you are). Time travel was always a favorite theme and I loved getting lost in plots that involved a paradox, or two or three. Now that I'm a little older and time passes much more quickly than it did when I was 15, I am dealing with a different kind of time travel: the time travel that involves disappearing time.

Today is a very good case in point, or as Rod Serling would say, "Submitted for your approval." I usually have a To Do list for most of my day's work, a list I rarely complete. This morning, I had a couple of conference calls and a meeting; this afternoon was pretty open. So I figured I would get through several items on my ever-growing list and maybe make it shrink for a change. Hah! I did complete several projects, but somehow during the day, I managed to lose three hours of time. I felt like I was getting a lot accomplished, but I looked at the clock on my computer at about mid-afternoon (or so I thought) and it was actually 4:57.

It may sound like it isn't much of a big deal. We've all had those really busy days when you are running from one thing to the next and barely have time to eat a bite for lunch. But this was scary. My time gauge went completely out of whack.

See, I spent so much of the first part of my working career being acutely aware of time. Television news producers live and die by time. You are always aware of impending deadlines - the next next big story, the next newscast, whatever. You're always balancing chunks of time to fit your 30 or 60-minute news "hole." Here's a minute and a half for a story on a kidnapping, here's 30 seconds for a car chase (more if there's good video!), here's two minutes for the weather report and 20 seconds for the heartwarming tale of a duck being rescued from a storm drain. You always know how much time has passed and how much time is left. It's an occupational hazard that didn't go away when I left television news.

Until today. Blame it on too much to do in too little time or getting wrapped up in my work. I guess my biggest fear is that it really is a sign of old age. Ouch! That means it can only get worse from here on out.

Monday, September 20, 2010

I Love Technology

I've been working in the information technology industry for nearly a dozen years and I love almost every aspect of it, especially the toys. I'm not one of those people who can't live without technology, in fact, I relish the feeling of unwinding and unplugging on the weekends or on vacation. But when it comes to getting my job done, or even staying connected with friends and family, I just adore the tech toys.

So today, my bosses gave everyone at work the latest (and for many, the greatest) tech toy: a 62GB iPad. I've only had a chance to play with it for a few hours and I already love it. Not only can I read and write e-mail, browse the Internet and play games, I can watch movies from my Netflix account, read e-books (not that I will EVER give up my "real" books) and even write blog entries. Yup, I'm writing this on my new toy.

The on-screen type pad is a bit frustrating -- just like the one on the iPhone, so I've ordered a bluetooth keypad to go along with it. I am sure I'll find other issues with it. But right now, I like it so much, I think I may leave my laptop at home when I travel from now on, unless it's absolutely necessary. Have I mentioned how I love this new toy?

If you have one and would like to share tips and tricks, I'd love to hear them. I'll keep you posted on whether I still love my new toy in a few weeks or months. Right now, it's like Christmas morning -- for the big kids.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Voting Rights

On this day 90 years ago, women won the right to vote in the U.S., when the 19th amendment became the law of the land. Since I know a lot of uppity women, it's hard for me to believe that our female ancestors put up with the nonsense as long as they did, but obviously they were much more patient than I am. It's also easy for me to wonder about their attitudes since I'm sitting pretty on this side of history.

I'm not the only one. Many, many women take the right to vote for granted. It may be lack of interest, but I hope you know the history of women's suffrage in this country.
Drawing depicts a hunger strike; from The Suffragette, 1909


Not only did it take eons before women won the legal right to vote in every state, many women were arrested when they marched, demonstrated or staged non-violent protests in favor of a woman's right to vote. While in jail, some women resorted to hunger strikes to protest their arrests, only to find they were often force-fed, a fairly horrific practice in the early 20th century. There weren't I-Vs then, so the practice involved running tubes up a woman's nose and pumping food into her stomach. Some women died as a result.


Given what these women endured just to earn the right to vote, we should pay them the respect of exercising that right. Do you know a woman who isn't registered to vote? You can do it online now. It's quick and it's easy, so you don't have an excuse. The second step is to study up on the candidates. Before most elections, local newspapers will print election guides telling you where candidates stand on a variety of issues. Finally, find out when election day is and VOTE! It doesn't take very long most of the time, and nowadays you may be able to vote early and avoid lines or send in a mail-in ballot and avoid lines altogether.

Happy Equality Day!

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Funniest. Show. Ever?

The Daily Show With Jon StewartMon - Thurs 11p / 10c
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I'm a huge fan of the Daily Show and already think our democracy may rest solely on the genius and talent that is Jon Stewart. Now comes this opening bit from Monday's show that is one part humor, one part analysis and one part sheer insanity.

If you ever encounter anyone who tries to argue any redeeming value in the idiocy that is Fox*, please point them to this. I especially like the logic in the idea that they must be evil or stupid at Fox. If you can honestly argue for a third alternative, I would welcome hearing it. Sincerely.

*I cannot in good conscience refer to Fox as "news" since I was an actual journalist for 10 years. What they do can only be classified as "entertainment programming." (Not that I find anything they do entertaining.)

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Eye on the Ball

For someone who loves to discuss politics, these days I'm finding I'd much rather talk about football. Not that there's anything wrong with that! After all, the Utah Utes are going to have a fantastic season.


But instead of talking about the work that still needs to be done to drag our country out of a recession, or what we need to do to work toward renewable, sustainable energy sources to keep our laptops powered or the number of wars that are being fought around the world and all the people who are being displaced by them, we are talking about the culture wars.... again! The freaks have co-opted that national microphone and have found something else to use as a bludgeon to try and stop inevitable change.


So I'd rather talk about football or pottery or even my niece's first birthday, which is coming up in two weeks. (She's very cute, by the way. Here's some evidence, if you really need it.)


It's really easy to understand why people don't want to talk about politics when everyone on t.v. seems to be shouting, angry or simply deranged. It would be nice to bring civility back to civil discourse.


In the meantime, I think I'm going to focus my energy on helping other people instead of fretting about the decline of the western world. Our church is planning a big service day on Sunday, September 26th. Instead of "going" to church, we will "be" the church by helping other people that day: serving food at the soup kitchen, doing yard work, making sandwiches, collecting food. It's a program called "Faith in Action." Maybe it will help me focus on what I can do to make the world a better place.

Friday, August 13, 2010

A Case of Religious Freedom

Not that it makes any difference to my opinion, but the president spoke out about the Ground Zero mosque for the first time tonight. His remarks were in a speech at the annual White House Iftar dinner, honoring the beginning of Ramadan, the time of fasting for Muslims.
But let me be clear: as a citizen, and as President, I believe that Muslims have the same right to practice their religion as anyone else in this country. That includes the right to build a place of worship and a community center on private property in lower Manhattan, in accordance with local laws and ordinances. This is America, and our commitment to religious freedom must be unshakeable. The principle that people of all faiths are welcome in this country, and will not be treated differently by their government, is essential to who we are. The writ of our Founders must endure.
For the people who think President Obama is Islamic, I'm sure this will just be additional "evidence" for their mistaken beliefs, along with the crazy idea that he was born in Kenya, is some sort of Manchurian Candidate, and is the second coming of Josef Stalin and Adolf Hitler rolled into one. But then, they never let facts get in the way of their beliefs anyway.

Incidentally, President Bush began the tradition of holding Iftar dinners at the White House during his presidency.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Ground Zero

The Conventions of a number of the States, having at the time of their adopting the Constitution, expressed a desire, in order to prevent misconstruction or abuse of its powers, that further declaratory and restrictive clauses should be added: And as extending the ground of public confidence in the Government, will best ensure the beneficent ends of its institution.
From the preamble to the Bill of Rights
I think it's interesting that the first members of the U.S.
Congress took the time to explain why they were putting together the first amendments to the U.S. Constitution.
They probably thought people would wonder why they were adding to a document they'd ratified less than two years prior. This part is especially telling: "...in order to prevent misconstruction or abuse of its powers...." Wish our current members of congress had equally strong feelings.

There is a lot of talk these days about making changes to the U.S. Constitution again. In some cases, members of congress are advocating repeal of certain amendments, or parts of certain amendments. Most people who think these ideas through to their logical conclusions will see the unintended consequences of such action.

But especially troubling to me is how many Americans are forgetting what is in the Bill of Rights, in particular, the first amendment.

Amendment I

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.


The first amendment has been interpreted quite broadly over the past 220+ years. The government tries to stay out of religion and pretty much allows you to say what you'd like to say. We have a lot of freedom to express ourselves in this country, with notable exceptions (pornography, shouting "fire" in a crowded theater).

But lately I've been disturbed the the number of people who feel that it's quite okay to prohibit "the free exercise thereof" when the religion being practiced is Islam. As a Christian woman, I have some very strong opinions about the way women are treated in that religion, particularly as expressed by members of the Taliban. As a follower of Jesus Christ, I have theological differences in their understanding of the nature of God. But as an American, I recognize the rights of American Muslims to practice their religion as they see fit, as long as it does not harm others or break the laws of the United States.
A recent poll shows that 68% of Americans are opposed to the so-called "Ground Zero Mosque." I imagine a lot of this sentiment has to do with concerns about the building being in such close proximity to the World Trade Center site. Anyone who has been to New York knows that the area is filled with churches, synagogues and even a mosque already. (There's a current mosque four blocks from Ground Zero that pre-dates the World Trade Center.) What is the harm in one more?

If the concern is because the 9/11 terrorists and the 9/11 planners were/are Islamic, why are we blaming the entire religion for the acts of a few? (There are more than a billion Muslims in the world.) No one blames Christians as a whole for the acts of Timothy McVeigh or abortion clinic bombers, even though their actions were motivated by their Christian faith. What is the difference?

This country has long been identified as a "Christian" nation since the majority of Americans identify themselves as Christian, so perhaps Americans feel that freedom of religion only applies to other Christians. I'm forced to reach this conclusion since Americans are trying to stop Muslims from building new mosques all over the country, not just at Ground Zero. I'm hard-pressed to understand how any American can justify their opposition to any place of worship, but they do.

Sadly, this is becoming a political issue that is driving a wedge ever deeper into the partisan divide. On one thing we should still be united, regardless of party, gender, race or religion: the Constitution of the United States of America. Perhaps it's time to re-read it.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Getting It Wrong

Over the past few weeks I've been reading Being Wrong by Kathryn Schulz. She examines why we take such pleasure in being right and hate when we're wrong. She makes the case that we really shouldn't be so bothered when we make a mistake. As someone who loves being right, I highly recommend Being Wrong. It's helping me examine my own character.

Our world is filled with examples of people who screwed up in a big way. Americans, in particular, love to create heroes only to topple them when they blow it. We expect perfection in others without demanding it in ourselves. As Schulz argues, we toss off our own foibles as "being human," while we demand a higher code of conduct from others. In our 24 x 7 internet/cable TV culture, we're more than ready to pounce on the latest misdeed and dismiss any apology from the guilty party as window dressing.

This amuses me since apologizing to one person is hard enough. I can't imagine the humiliation in apologizing to the whole world for a slip of the tongue, an ill-chosen word, an inopportune moment. Maybe a little empathy is in order.

Getting a little older and slightly more mellow also helps you realize the folly in insisting on your own rightness, especially when it doesn't matter. (Let's face it 99% of the time, it doesn't matter.) The problem is that all too often when we absolutely insist that we're right, we are in fact wrong. If you've made a complete jerk of yourself while insisting that you're right, it's very hard when you're forced to admit your mistake. There's a lot less pain in the end if you're cordial when you disagree with someone. If you are right and the other person admits it, you can be the equally gracious recipient of their apology. But ultimately it's in being wrong where the congenial behavior wins out. Because taking a bite of humble pie is so much easier when you've laced the filling with sweetness rather than bitterness.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Live Theater, take 2

(NOTE: If you haven't read yesterday's post, Why I Love Live Theater, please read it first.)

This last week, I had the chance to see Brian Vaughn and David Ivers in another play, The 39 Steps. The play has some similarities in approach in that several of the actors have to play many roles. At the beginning of the play, one of the actors – in this instance, it was again Ivers – is an M.C. addressing the audience as if we are the audience in a vaudeville-type show featuring an act called “Mr. Memory.”

Mr. Memory has committed thousands and thousands of facts to his brain. Part of the performance calls for Ivers, as the M.C., to invite men and women to call out questions for Mr. Memory. During the matinee performance that I watched July 30th, one of the real audience members became so involved she thought the M.C. was waiting for us to shout out questions. So as Ivers paused briefly, she yelled out, “What’s my name?” Without missing a beat, Ivers said, “There’s a script.” As we all laughed, he smiled, then said, “But if you’re having trouble they can help you in the lobby.” More laughter – and then the action continued. You never know what will happen during a live performance.

The next day, Ivers and Vaughn were the speakers at an actors’ seminar – one of the many opportunities unique to the Utah Shakespearean Festival. Over its 49-year history, the Festival has fostered an air of familiarity such that actors, directors and others associated with the Festival mingle with patrons quite regularly and Festival patrons feel comfortable walking up and offering the obligatory fawning accolade. It isn’t unusual to run into the actor playing Hotspur in Henry IV, Part I on his way to the theater to get ready to play Lancelot in Camelot. The actors are generally gracious and appear to appreciate the comments from the common folk. Many actors also sneak in to the literary seminars (which happen the morning following the play performances) and listen to the attendees’ reactions to the performance. At the back, dressed in street clothes (and sometimes a baseball cap and/or sunglasses) they can sometimes eavesdrop incognito. This allows them to gauge the “true” reaction of audiences, unfettered by the layer of politeness we reserve in the presence of performers. Twice a week, USF invites a couple of the company’s actors to take to the podium to tell the seminar attendees their life stories and give insight into their craft and on July 31st, we were treated to the Ivers and Vaughn show.

One of the attendees brought up the incident during their performance the day before and Ivers shared that in the month and a half since they’d begun preview performances of The 39 Steps no one had shouted out a question. His instantaneous reaction to the previous day’s interruption was all the more impressive given this information.

Besides a few behind-the-scenes stories and sharing some information about the vagabond life they’ve led in their professional careers, they also talked about the changes they are facing as they settle into their new roles as co-artistic directors of the Utah Shakespearean Festival. Most seminar attendees were happy to hear the news, but in the next moment were concerned this might force them to cut back on the number of productions in which they can perform. Vaughn, in particular, holds a special place in the hearts of many who are regular USF attendees because they feel as if they’ve watched him grow up over the years. Vaughn attended Southern Utah University, where the Festival is located, and began work as a professional actor in the Festival’s Greenshow in the early 1990s, before becoming an actor on the main stage. Because of the family atmosphere fostered at USF, many patrons view Vaughn as a son, grandson or brother, and pounce on news of his successes. For the past dozen years he’s been a resident actor with Milwaukee Repertory Theater, but is moving to Cedar City with his family to take on his new role. He and Ivers have remained close friends as their work has taken both around the country. They’ve shared the stage at USF many times in the past 15 years, culminating with Ivers directing Vaughn in a tour de force performance of Cyrano de Bergerac in 2008.

Of the two, Ivers appears to be more outgoing. He is extremely quick-witted and playful. Vaughn seems slightly more reserved, but equally charming. The two were gracious to seminar attendees who asked questions about their past, their future plans and their mutual craft. They promised to continue to take on new roles as often as their new jobs would allow.

Picture: David Ivers, Brian Vaughn and Aaron Galligan-Stierle (L-R) in The 39 Steps at the Utah Shakespearean Festival

Monday, August 2, 2010

Why I Love Live Theater

From time to time I’ll meet someone who has never seen a play performed in a theater – not little church productions, community theater or a regional theater production, let alone a Broadway play. This is something I cannot understand. I cut my teeth on Shakespeare at five years old, when I saw my first production of Romeo and Juliet. Sure, it started long after my 7:00 bedtime, and yes, I did fall asleep through a good portion of it, but I do remember watching my father play Capulet, Juliet’s father, in full Shakespearean garb. Not long after, he played Claudius (Hamlet’s uncle) in Hamlet. It is a little disconcerting to see your own father play the bad guy when you are still at an age when he can do absolutely nothing wrong. (Fortunately I was old enough to understand that this was all pretend.)

By then, I’d been bitten by the world of the theater – this magical land where you can be transported to a new time and a new place through the help of great acting, great staging and a little bit of imagination. You walk into a theater with all of your baggage: the cares of the world, the worries of the day. But you walk out (it is hoped) having seen a work of art that has changed your perception of the world and the people in it. That’s what all artists and performers wish to do, either on a small scale or a large one. Or, as Shakespeare wrote:

...To hold as 'twere the
mirror up to nature: to show virtue her feature, scorn her own
image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
(Hamlet; Act 3, Scene 2)

But that’s only one aspect of it, the idea of theater as art. Because you can go to a good movie or read a good book and achieve the same effect. Live theater also brings things the other two cannot – the element of the unexpected, the freshness of the shared experience and the newness of each performance. You can rehearse dozens of times, plan for many possible outcomes, but you can never anticipate every aspect of a live performance. The main reason for this is that one thing is changing at every performance – the audience. No two audiences are alike. Each group of people will react differently, laugh in slightly new ways at unexpected places in the script, and bring their own set of problems into the theater.

My favorite example of this is the time I saw Stones in His Pockets at the Utah Shakespearean Festival in the summer of 2005, starring David Ivers and Brian Vaughn and directed by the great J.R. Sullivan. The two actors play all of the roles – several dozen each, both male and female. There are minimal costume changes, few props and almost no set decorations. The play derives its energy and pace entirely on the skills of the two actors and their ability to suck you into the plot, time and location. Even in the hands of skilled and talented actors such as Ivers and Vaughn, this is not an easy thing to do.

Mid-way into this particular performance, a woman at the front of the theater had an asthma attack and began to wheeze loudly, falling to the floor at the front of the stage and interrupting the performance. The actors stopped and everyone else was silent for a few moments as we were pulled away from the play’s action. Was this part of the play? Obviously not as the actors had stopped and were staring at the woman, slightly dumbstruck. Ivers, who noticeably had dropped character in seconds, observed what was happening and then took charge. “Can we get the house lights please?” The house lights came up almost immediately. Then, “Is there a doctor in the house?” He said the words to elicit help for the woman, but also to cut the tension somewhat. Nervous laughter tittered through the packed house as a couple of people sprinted to the front to help the woman. Several moments later, Ivers turned to his co-star Vaughn, and asked him to get some water for the woman, which he did. The audience members, as if by some silent decree or mutual understanding, stayed very quiet, remained in their seats, and waited for the woman’s medical crisis to resolve. Several minutes later, the attack was over and the woman returned to her seat.

During the ensuing minutes, Ivers and Vaughn walked off stage, then returned and engaged in muffled conversation. It was obvious they didn’t know what to do. How do you restart the action in the middle of a play where there are no scene breaks? Where the action flows imperceptibly from one vignette to the next as the actors inhabit many different personae? They were already many minutes into the second half and it would be odd to begin the second act all over again. Finally, Ivers spoke to the audience again. “We’re trying to figure out where to start,” he said to more laughter.

Then the stage manager broke in – the voice of God over the loudspeaker. “Let’s begin with so-and-so’s entrance.” The two actors nodded. I thought: “So-and-so’s entrance? No one enters the stage in this play – how are they going to do that?” In seconds the house lights came down again and the only focus was on the two actors on stage who were momentarily pausing and returning to the action. Then the figurative curtain lifted and they were again in character, picking up the action with the “entrance” of one character into the action already happening on stage.

It was a bit surreal, but an amazing glimpse into the actors’ process and a way to see them as real people, not just characters on a stage. It gave me a new level of appreciation for two actors who already had my respect for their immense talent. More on this tomorrow.

Picture: Brian Vaughn and David Ivers (L-R) in Stones in His Pockets, Utah Shakespearean Festival, 2005