Friday, June 24, 2016

Auto Shopper

I am certainly not the most parsimonious cheapskate when it comes to purchasing a new car; once the deed is done I have no regrets, no matter how the car ultimately performs. I do tend to spread my purchases out. The last time I bought a car for myself was in the previous century. It has done the job, although It needed a new transmission four years ago. Lately, it has developed a couple of issues that don't affect its driveability or safety, but are persistent irritations— the auto door locks don't always work, the heater is either full blast or nothing, and it can flood if hot and has sat for more than 10 minutes or less than an hour. A few rust spots have also appeared, more of a psychological threat than a real one. I wanted to get something smaller so I picked out a trio of appealing compacts.

Number One: 2014 Fiat 500L, 7k miles, $14k



Yellow! I was surprised. Very roomy and drove well. A few weird touches—the center console had to be lifted to operate the parking brake, the radio controls were a touch-screen, but otherwise OK. When I got home I looked up its reliability: Fiat was the worst, and the 500L was the worst of the Fiats. The dealership was also about 25 miles away.

Number Two: 2012 Mini Cooper Clubman, 20k miles, $14.5K



Stylish, but small and bizarre control layout. I don't know how it ran, the salesman and I couldn't get it started! It sat about 3 inches above the ground. Maybe not the best bet for a Minnesota winter.

Number Three: 2010 Nissan Cube, 40k miles, $9k



This was sitting forlornly on a lot on the prairie, it looked so sad, I didn't even bother getting a salesman. I had driven one before, it is big inside, with great visibility. It still looks like a clown car.

So, I'll probably put another $300 in the old Sable (for a new set of fuel injectors) and live with the heat and door issues (the doors do lock, just not automatically.)

By Professor Batty


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Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Do Tread on Me



The 120-year-old treads on the stairway to heaven (Flippist World Headquarters)were beyond repair. I had actually thought about replacing them when we first moved in—32 years ago!

As the Wicked Witch of the West once said: "These things must be done delicately…" In this case meaning replacing a couple of treads and their balusters at a time, while keeping the risers and hand rail intact. I was
surprised that the area under the stairs was fairly clean—dusty, to be sure—but contained no 'treasures" unless you consider a Dale Berra baseball card valuable. I varnished the new treads and balusters, and even went so far as to strip the newel post. I still have to replace trim and re-paint the risers: tedious, but easy.

The biggest difference is the stairs don't creak anymore. Now I can creep back into bed without waking the Weaver.

By Professor Batty


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Monday, June 20, 2016

Mondays in Iceland - #67

Iðno at night.








Reykjavík, 5 October, 2012

By Professor Batty


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Friday, June 17, 2016

Six for Summer

School is out at last. It's been out for me for 44 years now, but I still get a feeling of freedom, especially when the weather turns hot and sultry. Reading and viewing habits change; things cultural in a lighter vein. Here is my recommended hot-half dozen books and films for your perusal:



First up is a pair of films, both of which star Sir Anthony Hopkins. The World's Fastest Indian (2006), was of particular interest to me in that it concerns motorcycle speed records at the Bonneville Salt Flats. My old pal Andy set a record there, forty years after New Zealander Burt Munro did. Andy rode a production 1970 Triumph over the course at 98 miles per hour, but Burt's heavily modified 1920 Indian went over 200! Both records still stand, but it is Burt's story that was made into this fine film. (There should be a film made about Andy!) Hopkins disappears into the role, never breaking the spell cast by this fascinating character. A feel-good movie for anyone who isn't too cynical to enjoy a ripping yarn. Burt made many trips to Bonneville, this movie condenses them (and several amusing side-trips) into one.



The City of Your Final Destination (2009), was the final Merchant/Ivory/Jhabvala production. Charlotte Gainsborough, Laura Linney and Hopkins are the surviving lover/wife/brother of a writer who languish on a decaying estate in Uruguay. They are visited by an inept, but handsome, academic who needs their approval for an authorized biography of the deceased scribe. Merchant/Ivory films are talky, slow and visually scrumptious–the perfect mix for a hot summer's evening. The big action scene consists of a man getting stung by a bee. Not for the ADD crowd, I found it to be delightful.

From the sublime to the ridiculous:

Amy Schumer has carved out a career in comedy, her often raunchy and usually hilarious stand-up routines, specials, a film, and her TV show have put her on top.

On a whim, I picked up season 3 of her Comedy Central series, Inside Amy Schumer, at the library. The Weaver and I binge-watched it over the weekend. After a tasteless opening number, the material quickly improved. A mix of sketches, interviews, commercial parodies (and a little stand-up) made the 3+ hours whiz by. Amy goes deep into dating rituals, male/female psychology issues and ruthlessly explores self-concept delusions. The weakest part of these shows is, oddly, the stand-up segments (she could work on her diction a little). Her real-life on-the-street interactions are hilarious, and her "Amy Goes Deep" one-on-one interviews are excellent—even touching at times.

But by far the best thing on the discs is the extended (full episode) parody of the great Sidney Lumet courtroom drama 12 Angry Men. Re-titled 12 Angry Men in Amy Schumer, this note-perfect parody features some of the finest character actors of the day as jurors who are debating whether Amy is "hot enough for television." Here's a preview:




the Trip: Andy Warhol's Plastic Fantastic Cross-Country Adventure by Deborah Davis, is the true story of Andy Warhol and some friends who take a road trip to California in 1963 to attend his breakout opening at the Ferus Gallery in L.A., talking Soup Cans, Elvis, Liz Taylor, it would be a billion dollar show on today's market.

Extremely readable and packed with quirky details about Warhol as well as his transformation from a shabby illustrator (Raggedy Andy) to the most successful Pop artist of all time. Davis obtained the receipts for the trip from his estate (Andy never threw anything away)  which made her able to retrace the journey with incredible accuracy. She also interviewed several of the surviving people involved, giving this book a depth which many pop culture tomes lack. This would be a great movie.

Highly recommended.

Butterflies in November, by Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir.

This is the second book by Auður, set completely in Iceland. Modern Icelandic humorous fiction can be
off-putting for the uninitiated. The apparent self-centeredness, irrationality and lack of commitment displayed by the characters in them give the whole genre a surrealistic quality. Recurring motifs (road-kill, casual sex, awful weather) are more than clichés, however, Iceland is truly strange.

The unnamed narrator, after finalizing a divorce, finds herself winner of two lotteries (one is for a trailer home, the other for the equivalent of about $400,000) and the temporary foster-parent of a special-needs four year old boy. They take off on a most eventful road trip, ultimately ending up on the east coast of Iceland, in the town she visited often as a child. This is a solid effort, albeit not completely successful. The cavalier style of the protagonist became a little much after a while.

My final entry is That's Not A Feeling, by Dan Josefson.

The story of Benjamin, a trouble teen who is unceremoniously dropped off a Roaring Orchards, a residential facility in upstate New York that houses similar youths. It is run by Aubrey, a geriatric philosopher with peculiar ideas about rehabilitation. Enforcement of the schools arbitrary and ever-changing rules is accomplished through a combination of meds, group therapy and social ostracism.

There is a lot of stuff going on here, but mostly on a shallow level. This is a first novel, and has "writers workshop"  stamped all over it. It would make for a good movie, however, some talented teen actors would have a field day with this set-up.

By Professor Batty


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Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Slack

The last week of school was always sweet.

Finals were over; the "soft" classes, like drama, had too little time to start another project, so little "psycho-dramas" were enacted while waiting for the teacher to arrive:



It was a time for re-appraisals, but not for re-doing:



Or just stylin' until graduation:



Even the teachers hung out in the background, doing their own thing, while the more fastidious of the students worked on their grooming:



And those seniors with a future were already thinking of college:



Me? I was just happy to there:


This photo by K. Hoerschgen

By Professor Batty


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Monday, June 13, 2016

Mondays in Iceland - #66

Fríkirkjan at night:








Reykjavík, 4 October 2012

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Friday, June 10, 2016

BEYOND THE SELFIE:

GOING DEEPER INTO MEANING & METAPHOR


White Bear Center for the Arts, White Bear Lake, Minnesota.

Last night I caught the opening of a photography show featuring: Jenna Erickson, Sheryl Hess, Wing Young Huie, Caitlin Karolczak, Joseph O'Leary, Carla Alexandra Rodriguez, Sarah Rust Sampedro, Manuela Thames, Laura Valenti, and Douglas Beasley. It was a pleasant surprise. Well organized, with short interviews of the photographers and a pleasant mix of people. The introduction was brief and to the point:



Carla with the stack of negatives that went into her "Apology" series:



Numerous lively conversations were mixed with silent contemplation:



My old "pal" Caitlin Karolczak was there as well, this time as a photographer, not a painter. Not to be ignored, several young women in their summer clothes were in attendance, a circumstance which always elevates the mood of any gathering:



By Professor Batty


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