The Bog of Lost Scholars

26 December 2002

Two Towers: First Viewing

Filed under: Film and Media — Castiron @ 23:46

Haven’t seen Harry Potter II yet, but Two Towers was a moral imperative.

And. Well.

In Fellowship, I noticed a lot of changes from Tolkien’s original, but overall I felt like the spirit of the book was intact. In Two Towers, I’m not so sure.

Some parts are excellent. Gollum is fabulously done. Elijah Wood startled me with that moment of fierceness towards Gollum at the beginning, and I knew from the book that it was supposed to be there! The Black Gate, while having a clearly-for-movie episode, is overall incredible. Edoras too — its rusticity and its nobility both come across. The battle of Helm’s Deep was excellent, and the frequent cuts to the refugees hiding in the caves, heart-wrenching.

Other parts — I’m sorry, but the whole idea that Aragorn had renounced Arwen’s hand upon leaving Rivendell and that we’re just finding out now that Aragorn’s met Eowyn — No. *censored*ing. Way. (Oh, I’m absolutely certain that Arwen is going to show up at a dramatic moment in Return of the King, probably bringing Narsil. I still think it’s bullhockey to break them up in the first place.) It would still have ticked me off a bit if Peter Jackson had put that clearly into the first movie, but done this way, I feel tricked.

And Faramir — come on! Whatever happened to “even if I found this thing lying along the road, I would not take it”? Faramir’s supposed to be educated in lore! He knows damn well what Frodo has, AND he knows damn well that it’s too hazardous to wield! There is no way in HELL that he would have tried to bring the ring to Gondor!

And then there’s that scene with the Winged Rider and Frodo…. Okay. It was a beautiful piece of cinema. It was dramatic, it was a great use of special effects, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with the book. (Not to mention that now, everyone who was in Osgiliath probably knows the Ring was there!)

I’m still going to watch it again. (Multiple times, if I can.) The effects are incredible, and the good points are worth watching. And the bad points — well, if I can remind myself that this is a movie derived from Tolkien, and not Tolkien himself, I’ll probably be able to deal.

But now I’m really worried about whether I’ll be able to stand Return of the King. We’ll see. Three hundred and fifty-eight more days, approximately. Remind me not to bring rotten tomatoes to the theatre.

Catching up on Reading

Filed under: The Castiron Reading Journal — Castiron @ 23:45

Getting caught up on the reading log…..

Levine’s Harmful to Minors caused a great stir even before publication, let alone after it came out. So of course, since it’s controversial and published by another university press, I had to read it.

And having read it, I’m wondering what all the fuss is about.

Well, yes, it’s about kids, and sex, and the author does say “you know, in spite of what many Americans claim, sex really isn’t automatically harmful to kids, and actually the way we present sex to kids probably does more harm to kids than the possible sex acts themselves.” So if you’re one of these folks who will automatically throw a hissy fit about a book without actually reading it, then you’d probably be offended by the content anyway. (The whole flap about the book, actually, is major evidence in favor of one of her points, that Americans get so het up about the idea of kids and sex that they can’t even talk rationally about it.)

(Brief digression: I really don’t get folks who get gung-ho about protesting books and banning books that they haven’t even READ for themselves. Sure, I can think of plenty of books whose descrptions make me roll my eyes. But I shouldn’t say “The Surrendered Wife is utterly full of crap!” when I haven’t even read the thing; at best, I can say “From what I’ve heard about The Surrendered Wife, it claims that you can improve your marriage through practices that, in my case, were major contributors to my marriage failing. I haven’t read it for myself, but it sure sounds like it’s full of crap.” Once I’ve actually read the thing, then I can say, “This book is full of crap!” — and justify the assertion.)

Anyway. I’ve read Harmful to Minors. I think it’s worth reading, it’s thought-provoking, and it’s a welcome counterbalance to the current political and social climate. (And she raises some interesting points. Why don’t most people, when they’re listing reasons why teens have sex, include “because sex, done properly, is fun”?)

Since I’m off work for the holidays, I’ve gotten a lot of other reading done — watching my son, while not compatible with serious study, goes just fine with light reading and rereading.

I’ve long loved Maud Hart Lovelace’s books — Betsy, Tacy, and Tib was the first chapter book I remember reading as a kid — and Emily of Deep Valley is still my favorite. Emily Webster has just graduated from high school, but while all her friends are going off to college, Emily must stay in Deep Valley to care for her aging grandfather. Separated from her old friends, her old life over, she has to find new friends, new activities, and a new direction for her life. Now that I’m a divorced mother of a mildly autistic son, still subject to bouts of “wait a minute, I picked up the wrong life script!”, I can really identify with Emily’s struggles.

Usually I like to reread series in order, but the other day I picked up Jennie Lindquist’s The Crystal Tree, sequel to The Golden Name Day and The Little Silver House, and went ahead and read it alone. (Well, I read the first two over and over as a kid, and I didn’t discover the third one until I was 25, so I have to make up the difference….) It doesn’t have quite the same charm of the first two books; it lacks the Swedish-American customs that made the others so fascinating. But the mystery of the Crane family is reasonably entertaining, and it’s nice to see Nancy finally living in the house with her family.

Alcott’s Eight Cousins and Rose in Bloom, however, I reread in sequence. At her best, Alcott writes characters with depth and heart that present the story’s morals without much fuss; at her worst, she writes checkerboard treacle. These two I find to be more towards the treacly end of the spectrum. They’re interesting to read more for what you learn about the issues of the time than for the stories themselves. (And of course now I can’t find the quote that I really liked, where Rose says something to the general effect of “Of course women want homes and families, but we also want to use our minds and our talents to make a difference in the world.” 1876, ladies and gentlemen. It’s not a new idea.)

I almost didn’t get to finish my reread of Rumer Godden’s In This House of Brede — I forgot it in the shopping cart when I had to leave Home Depot in a hurry, and when I first called back they hadn’t found it. My favorite book in the world, very out of print in the States (I can apparently get it from Amazon.ca, but it’d be a paperback, and I love my hardcover)…. Fortunately, when I called to check one last time, they’d found it.

This is one of my all-time favorite books. The story is about life in a monastery of Benedictine nuns, particularly focusing on Philippa Talbot, a high-powered businesswoman who in her forties drops everything to become a nun.

Negative Portrayals of Men

Filed under: People, Culture, and Society — Castiron @ 23:44

In his column “That’s Outrageous!” in the January 2003 issue of Reader’s Digest, Tucker Carlson [sp?] points out that men are depicted as incompetent or worse in television and other media — for example, commericals that show men as too stupid to follow simple directions, or a greeting card (aimed at women) suggesting that killing men is okay. At the end of the article, he says that for some reason, men don’t complain about this. (The only person quoted in the article is Christina Hoff Sommers, which does rather reinforce this — couldn’t Carlson find any man besides himself who’s bothered enough to speak up?)

I’m curious, though — who owns the companies making the offensive shows and ads, men or women? Does that greeting card company’s hierarchy have more men or women? It seems highly likely that in these cases, there are men in a position to stop the anti-male messages. So, why aren’t they? (Because they don’t feel threatened by them? Because they don’t want to admit that the messages could be unsettling, since Real Men aren’t bothered by such things? Because they really don’t give a flying leap?)

If men as a class don’t care that they’re being bashed, how are we supposed to fix it? More to the point, if men as a class don’t care enough to do something about it, that leaves women — and why should WOMEN as a class do something about it? If the average man isn’t bothered by the offensive commercials, then why should I spend my time lobbying against those commercials when I could spend my time lobbying against something that affects women (or some other group that I’m a member of, or some other group that does care about how they’re depicted)?

Of course, one could argue that I have a vested interest in males being treated well, because I care about many particular males. Sure. But if I’m out there saying “hey! you’re treating men badly! stop it!” and men, who are the ones directly affected, are just sitting back and letting me talk, you know what the offending company is going to say? “Men aren’t complaining, so we won’t worry about it.”

And maybe the average man really doesn’t care. Maybe the average man is sitting in his average chair with his average remote, thinking, “What a dipshit this character is! But it doesn’t bother me; I’m vastly superior to him.” Actually, that sounds like a plausible explanation — some men don’t complain because they don’t see the character as reflecting on them personally. (Another plausible explanation — many individual men do complain, but the commercials, etc., are earning so much money that it’s about as effective as individual women complaining about particularly obnoxious pornography. The target audience is buying, so who cares?)

But I have to wonder about this popular culture image of the clueless and incompetent man:

If men really are so clueless and incompetent, then why would I (or any other woman) want a relationship with one?

After all, I can financially support myself. I’m already caring for a kid, managing a house, and juggling hobbies and service activities on my own. The hormones may be raging, but on my own I can keep them sufficiently under control that I don’t jump random undergrads. I don’t need a man to live a reasonably happy and productive life. I would greatly benefit from a committed relationship with a pleasant, competent and capable man — but I would absolutely not benefit from one with a helpless twit.

Now, I’m a rare TV watcher and movie goer, and I’m well aware that men, like women, are individuals. So the popular culture image of male as clueless git is probably not going to overly affect how I react to a real-life individual man. (Besides, I’m a misanthrope, not a misandrist! All humans are idiots!) And any man who’s so affected by what he sees on TV that he thinks he can be a twit and get away with it because X character does, is not a man I’d want in the first place. (And from the little TV watching I’ve done recently, I’m not convinced that the female characters are THAT much better — for one thing, if they were so smart and together, they wouldn’t be spending all their time with these stupid git men; they’d go find some men who they could actually like and respect.)

And it’s not as if there aren’t positive images of men out there in the popular culture. Look at Harry Potter. Look at LOTR.

Still. It is, in my opinion, perfectly appropriate for a woman coming out of a nasty breakup to jokingly say to her best friend, “Men. We should drown them all at birth.”, just as it is perfectly appropriate for a man coming out of a nasty breakup to jokingly say to his best friend, “Women. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t shoot ‘em.”

Selling either on a greeting card…is less appropriate.

20 December 2002

Yay Apple!

Filed under: Random Ramblings — Castiron @ 16:31

Version 10.2.3 of Mac OS is finally out, and they fixed one big thing that’d been driving me up the wall with earlier versions of OS X: Once again, when you’re opening a file, you can type in the first few letters of the filename to get to that part of the directory. Hurrah! Go Apple!

(Now I’m just hoping that something else hasn’t gotten broken in the process….)

17 December 2002

Silly Quizzes, and Silly Alphabet Questions

Filed under: Random Ramblings — Castiron @ 18:17

So Fazia had six bazillion quizzes on her blog, and I couldn’t resist doing a few.

And as long as I’m doing silly tests, I figured I might as well fill out one of

And as long as I’m doing silly tests, I figured I might as well fill out one of these silly surveys; got this one off Janis’s blog (hmm, well, I thought I’d gotten it from there, but going back and looking, I can’t find it now). Anyway.

  • A – Age: 25
  • B – Best Quality: My tolerance of other people’s quirks. (Also my worst quality, as I put up with stuff that I shouldn’t, until I finally blow up. But for ordinary quirks, it’s a major benefit.)
  • C – Choice of Meat: A good, RARE prime rib. I mean rare. Slice it from the cow and wave it over a candle for ten seconds. (Damn Mad Cow Disease….)
  • D – Dream Date: A man who I find attractive (which may or may not mean that the rest of the world thinks he’s all that good-looking, though right now my tastes are definitely leaning towards “dead ringer for Harry Potter at 24″), interesting to talk to (as in, he has interesting things to say himself, AND he’s actually interested in the things I have to say), with a great sense of humor and a laid-back attitude about the minor disasters of life, who I will take out for a good dinner and a long walk in which we exchange much entertaining and enlightening conversation, after which see X.
  • E – Ex (most recent): Well, my ex. (What’s the point of this entry? Anyone who knows me reasonably well already knows who my most recent ex is, and anyone who doesn’t won’t know the guy if I name him. It’d be different if my most recent ex was, say, Elijah Wood. I think I shall replace this one with Eggs: omelet, with mushrooms and cheese.)
  • F – Favorite Food: Just one? Mushroom crepes, broiled scallops, that nice rare prime rib with horseradish, migas with cheese, cheese enchiladas, good tomato basil soup, French onion soup….
  • G – Greatest Accomplishment: Writing the first drafts of two novels in a six-month period. Ah, would that I could only keep up that rate.
  • H – Happiest Day of Your Life: Good question. There’s lots of days that have great moments that stick out — and then there’s other days that don’t have any peak experiences, but the day as a whole is fabulously good. Like the day a few weeks ago when I got to do genealogy and make major progress on a couple craft projects. Or a recent meeting with a friend in Houston, and a wonderful evening just walking around and chatting (come to think of it, it lacked only one aspect of my Dream Date….).
  • I – Internal Conflicts: Yes. None of your business.
  • J – Jail Time: Not yet.
  • K – Kool-Aid: Blecch. Too sweet. Can’t stand it anymore.
  • L – Love: Nature’s way of 1. convincing us to have sex, and 2. keeping us from strangling the resulting progeny before they’re old enough to be interesting.
  • M – Most Valued Thing I Own: The disks with my stories on them.
  • N – Name: Hreddiston the Immaculate Fishmonger.
  • O – Outfit You Love: Black shirt, loudly colored vest, comfortable pants with pockets or long skirt with pockets.
  • P – Pizza Toppings: Mushrooms.
  • Q – Question You Want To Ask: When and where did my paternal grandmother die? (Second place: Is my paternal grandfather my biological grandfather, and if not, who is?)
  • R – Road Trip: Frederick, Maryland. Definitely.
  • S – Sport To Watch: If I must, basketball.
  • T – Television Show: Don’t have a TV right now. If I had one, probably one of the Britcoms on the local public TV station.
  • U – Unique Habit: A compulsion to scrape frost out of freezers and eat it.
  • V – Voice: Alto.
  • W – Winter: Best when it only dips below freezing on a few days, just enough to kill off some of the fleas, and otherwise ranges between 50-70F/10-20C.
  • X – x-rated: In college, I had a male friend tell me that I was the only woman he’d ever met who had a male sex drive. It’s increased since then. Enough said.
  • Y – Your Name If You’d Been Born The Opposite Sex: Probably Raymond Bernard, although my parents vary in the story — sometimes that’s the name I’d have had, and sometimes that’s the name my younger sister would’ve had. My younger brother, meanwhile, is not Raymond Bernard. (If I were to go FTM, I’d probably pick Gregory as a new name.)
  • Z – Zodiac Sign: Virgo.

16 December 2002

Uncreative Words

Filed under: Publishing and Writing — Castiron @ 18:20

Walking back from my “lunch” break, I passed a verbal altercation. Apparently, a driver had almost hit a cyclist, and the cyclist was making her opinion of the driver’s skill known to all and sundry — alas, mainly through endless repetitions of the word “f*ck”, used as various parts of speech.

It really is sad, how many Americans seem to be limited to that one word. Okay, they might throw in “ass”, “sh*t”, or “*censored*”, but in general, we’re not too creative in our insults. If the cyclist had used something like this, she’d have at least been entertaining as well as vulgar….

14 December 2002

Damn you, Hardin County enumerators, damn you!

Filed under: Genealogy — Castiron @ 23:08

I grow convinced that either the Hardin County Kentucky census takers decided halfway through the 1850 census to quit enumerating and go out drinking, or else the county borders were moved as a practical joke. Supposedly, John Casteel and his wife Katherine (Smith) lived in Hardin County all their lives. Supposely all their children were born there. Supposedly.

Well, I did find the following family on the 1850 Hardin County census:

  • Katherine’s parents, John and Nancy (Denbo) Smith
  • Katherine’s brother Joseph
  • a James Casteel that’s probably the son of one of Katherine’s sisters and John’s brothers
  • and a Sally A. Casteel that, depending on whether that badly-written age was 10 or 70, is either James’s sister or John’s mother.

But John and Katherine? Katherine’s sister Letitia and her second husband Vincent Garner? John’s brother Jesse and wife Mary, possibly another sister of Katherine and Letitia? Nope.

Okay, it’s possible that they’re hiding in some other county. Katherine’s sister Teresa and brother Henry are both in adjacent county Breckinridge in 1850. Some Denbo cousins live in Harrison County, Indiana, another adjacent county. Thing is, I’ve looked in both places, and I don’t find the Casteels and Smiths I’m looking for. If they’re in Hardin County, they’re hiding darn well on that microfilm. 1860, so far, seems just as bad.

Now, I do know that much of this family is in Hardin County in 1870. I don’t find John and Katherine, who may be dead by then, but I’ve found their children John, Letitia (Potter — hmmm, and she supposedly had a son named James…..), and possibly Andrew. I’ve found their grandson Thomas Casteel, and Katherine’s sister Letitia with one or two of her Garner children. I didn’t find daughters Mary and Catherine, who married brothers named Hinton, but I’ve got a lead from an index, and I’ll probably find them next time.

But the one child of John and Katherine who I really want to find is their son Michael.

I don’t think that Michael Casteel, son of John and Katherine, husband of Rose Ann Hampton, and father of Thomas, is the same person as Michael Casteel, husband of Paulina Nicholson and Alice Martin, and father of John, James, Andrew, Mary, Sally, Paulina, William Henry, Albert W., Harland, and Archie Lee. On the other hand, I haven’t found any data that definitively rule this out.

If I find Michael of John on 1860, or better yet on 1870, then I can be pretty sure that they’re not the same person, and that my Michael is probably the son of Jesse or Abraham Casteel. If I can’t find him….well, negative evidence doesn’t prove anything, and I’ll need to find some new leads.

Blast those census enumerators! Blast those recalcitrant Casteels!

(And there’s another family I still have to find! John, Jesse, and Abraham Casteel had a sister, Elizabeth, who married a James Hampton. See previous entry on the Hamptons — perhaps this James is a brother of Allen who married Teresa Smith? [Visualize a cross-stitch shop after twenty kittens have been playing in the DMC. That's what these family lines are like.])

(Let me make it clear: this stuff is fun. I like trying to figure out these tangled families. I’d just like it better if I could get at the raw data any time, not just when the local genealogy library’s open or when I can afford to travel.)

Falling Stars

Filed under: Random Ramblings — Castiron @ 23:07

At long last, I have definitively seen meteors. I went out at 5:45 this morning to see if I could catch any of the Geminid shower, and indeed I did. About six of them in fifteen minutes; not bad for in the city.

12 December 2002

Blacks in Austin

Filed under: People, Culture, and Society — Castiron @ 13:30

I read an interesting article last Saturday in the Austin American-Statesman about professional GenX blacks and how they feel about living in Austin. One of the things that surprised me on first reading was how many of them said there were so few blacks in Austin that there ended up not being much of a black cultural life either; the paper corraborated the population statistic. I scratched my head over that for a few minutes — I see plenty of black people every day when I’m walking around my neighborhood or going to the grocery store or riding the bus; are there really that few? (In contrast, I rarely see Asians of any variety except when I’m on campus or at a Chinese or Indian restaurant.)

Then I read the one person’s comment about worrying that if he goes to the “wrong” side of IH-35, the police department will forcibly escort him back, and the penny dropped. Duh. I see black people all the time because I live in the part of town where most of Austin’s blacks live. Obliviousness works in strange ways.

Anyway, the article and the people’s thoughts on why they liked or disliked Austin were extremely interesting. Sounds like the problem of lack of local black culture is a vicious cycle, though — black cultural events don’t come to town because there aren’t many blacks here because there’s not much black culture here and so there aren’t many blacks here…. I’m not sure what the solution is here. Get more complacent whitefolk like me interested in black culture so there’s bigger audiences? Get government or private groups to raise money for black cultural events, so the events can survive until more blacks decide to move to Austin too? Make it easier to afford to live in Austin when one isn’t an engineer (now, there’s one I can definitely get behind)? Accept that fact that Austin is a generic-white and Mexican American city and that outside the university you won’t find much of other ethnic groups? Tell people that if they want X ethnic culture, they can darn well move to Houston?

Wachet Auf, und Sopranos Schlappen?

Filed under: Music — Castiron @ 13:15

After Brahms and Szymanowski, a little Bach cantata feels quite simple. I’m back in church choir for December, learning the cantata “Wachet Auf.”

It’s very pretty, but after a semester with UT’s choir, I’m finding myself surprisingly unchallenged by this. I’ve got the scary alto sixteenth-note section MEMORIZED, for crying out loud! The notes aren’t that hard. Really. The precision, now, is challenging, but the notesare no big deal. (And I’m really glad I’m not a soprano. They have NOTHING other than whole notes and occasional half notes; I’m surprised they aren’t bored out of their flipping skulls.)

Anyway, we perform this on Sunday, and then by time they start up again, UT will start up again too, so I suspect this’ll be my only church choir work until May. Though we’ll see — I might at least go to church choir every couple weeks, on Wednesdays before Sundays when we actually sing.

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