Tuesday, February 11, 2020

as changes await us

Yeah, I’m moving soon, down-sizing from a house to an apartment.  I have lots of work to do — sorting and throwing stuff, getting my house ready to sell — so you might see and hear me moaning and whining until I’m in the new place.

In my background, as I write this, the TV is on, and results of the New Hampshire Democratic primary are trickling in.  I could moan and whine about that too.  Maybe I’ve already had a rough enough day.

Sunday, February 9, 2020

waiting for the plow guy

It was snowing when I woke up this morning, and it snowed until about noon.  It added up to six or seven inches total, which of course could have been a lot worse (this, after all, is Minnesota in February), but it was enough to make my driveway passable only if I floored the gas pedal, hoping and praying no cars were coming down the street as I gunned it out into the unknown.  But that’s the only way to not get stuck!

My plow guy is usually great, but today he didn’t show up til 6:30 PM, so I fussed all day that he wouldn’t show up at all — especially since I have friends coming to watch the Oscars with me.  So he came through for me after he probably had a super busy day.

I won’t have this minor driveway-stress next year.  I’m moving, ya know.

Saturday, February 8, 2020

it’s so hard to not give a damn — part 2

Up til yesterday, I had watched every minute of the Democratic presidential debates.

But I’ve hit a wall of discouragement and couldn’t make myself watch last night’s debate in New Hampshire, knowing the candidates would be viciously attacking each other at the cost of a unified front against Trump.  Predictably, Democrats have formed a circular firing squad, making Trump’s re-election even more likely.  Risking a second Trump term risks our government potentially heading to fascist dictatorship, and I can’t watch that happen.

So, instead, I spent a pleasant evening with my friend Mary O, while having guilt the whole time that I wasn’t watching.

Friday, February 7, 2020

Howard ranks the Oscar nominees

Okay.... As usual, I saw all of the Oscar Best Picture nominees (9 of them this year), and here I am with my annual rankings of how I liked them -- from my layperson and admittedly somewhat twisted point of view. Definitely not predictions.  The Oscar telecast is this Sunday, February 9.

Here is something different for me this year:  I liked all of the nominated films.  It's hard to compare and select from such vastly different cinematic styles and genres -- a Korean class study to a Batman prequel to Louisa May Alcott and everything in between -- but it's decision time.

So my Oscar picks and comments go to --

1.  ONCE UPON A TIME... IN HOLLYWOOD.  This is a Quentin Tarantino revisionist-history story, this time taking place in Hollywood in 1969.  Of the nine nominees, this is the one that haunted me the most afterwards because I remember 1969 all too well and preferred Tarantino's bloody storybook ending to what really happened.  Tarantino for Best Director Oscar.
2.  1917.   OMG, this is an amazing film, and, if I could ever make a war movie my #1 choice, this would have been it.  If you've ever wondered what it would feel like to be in the trenches in World War I, 1917 will do that for you in muddy detail.  This movie should win Best Cinematography for its seamless filming that makes it feel like it's all been filmed in one take.
3.  PARASITE.  This is a really hard movie to describe.  It goes from comedy to tragedy, but it pulls us along through the cool story of two families, one impoverished and one well-to-do, all in Korean with English subtitles.  It will win Best Foreign Film at least.
4.  MARRIAGE STORY.  Even though this in some ways feels like a re-do of 1979's Kramer vs. Kramer, the acting is superb and the story is so real for many of us.  Adam Driver deserves an Oscar.
5.  JOJO RABBIT.   For quite a while, this movie is pretty uncomfortable as we find it hard to laugh at Nazi Germany jokes.  But it comes around, and by the end we get the jokes.  Very original.
6.  FORD VS FERRARI.  I'm not at all an auto-racing guy (because I like being the driver), but this is a good story (especially the struggle against the corporation), Christian Bale is cool, and the auto-racing itself is deserving of a Best Film Editing Oscar.
7.  THE IRISHMAN.  Doesn't it feel like we've already seen this movie before (Goodfellas?), except that this one added Jimmy Hoffa, plus it's a lot longer?  But it's good Martin Scorcese anyway.
8.  JOKER.  Of the nine nominees, I saw this one last because I had such low expectations.  But it's actually very entertaining, especially after the first hour or so.
9.  LITTLE WOMEN.   This is a beautiful movie, of course.  My main complaint is that it assumes from the beginning that you've read the book, have seen the other film adaptations, and already are very familiar with the characters.  I've seen the other films (long ago), have never read the book, so I kept confusing in my mind who was who.

So that's it.  Actually, my favorite movie of the year was Blinded By The Light, which apparently wasn't Oscar-caliber level.  If you need a feel-good movie, try that one.  It's nice to feel good..

Thursday, February 6, 2020

it’s so hard to not give a damn

Last night I was moaning to my friend Melissa about how, politically, this week has been for me such a downer  — acquittal, caucus-screwed-ups, unreasonable Bernie fanatics, etc. — and her suggestion to me was to try to look away, dim my concentration, re-focus.  While I realize the sensability in that suggestion — after all, I am old and probably won’t be around to see the next horrors that might be coming socially and politically — I also see babies being born.  What life is coming for them?

Wednesday, February 5, 2020

floors are complicated

Within the next few days, I am going to put my house on the market — downsizing to apartment-size living.  Wow, this is stressful, primarily because  I have so much of stuff to get rid of.  That can be pretty emotional in itself.  I wish I could just fast-forward to being to the new place.

This is where my day is today.  The house itself is pretty much ready to go, except for a new flooring being put into the kitchen and the front entry.  Three installers have been here all day, ripping up and laying down.  Wow — surprisingly — this is a noisy process, banging and drilling and scraping.  And it doesn’t look very close to being done.  They’ll be back tomorrow, I bet. This new floor needs to be amazing.

Over the next several weeks, you might find me whining a lot as I go through the stages of selling — if you can imagine me whining. Ha!

Tuesday, February 4, 2020

the state of the blog

My challenge in daily blogging is keeping the posts interesting or amusing without straying too often into politics (because, admittedly, my brain is overly obsessed with repulsion with Trump and his soul-less goons) or dull mundane topics — like weather-misery or telling you what I had for lunch.

But it ain’t easy.  Tonight is Trump’s State of the Union address (which I will definitely boycott), and then there is last night’s Iowa caucus disaster (and you know that I already think that the caucus system is lame).  How do I ignore such messes?

So I swear that tomorrow’s post won’t be political.

And, by the way, I skipped lunch today.

Monday, February 3, 2020

those midwestern states south of here

Tonight the Iowa caucuses will take place, the first piece of the puzzle to find a Democrat to run against Trump in November.

I’ve of course never been to an Iowa caucus, but I’ve been to Minnesota caucuses many times, and I can say they are mostly pretty useless, although in theory well-intentioned.  The idea is that it’s an opportunity to go mouth off politically with neighbors and make a person feel like he or she is participating and making a difference in the process.

The reality is that caucuses are un-representative of the general population or even the party.  It can be a chance for activists of whatever persuasion to pack the caucus and give a distorted outcome to caucus decisions.  For example, Bernie Sanders enthusiasts could pack the Iowa caucuses tonight and make it look like Bernie has a “win”, to which the news media would anoint him the “new front-runner”, even though it’s an un-representative fraction of a small state making that happen (and, if somehow he got the nomination, it would ensure Trump’s re-election).  

Speaking of Trump, he apparently (based on his tweet) thinks that Kansas City, Missouri is in Kansas and congratulated the state of Kansas on the Chiefs win in last night’s Super Bowl.   That reminds me of a conversation I had last week with two Trump-tolerating friends.  Our debate was whether Trump is stupid, or is he just ignorant and under-educated.  I’m anxious to know what they think of this latest screw-up.

Sunday, February 2, 2020

my first post of MMXX

Hey all....  How is your MMXX (that’s 2020, in case you weren’t paying attention in Latin class) going so far?

My blog has been lying here comatose once again, but in recent days I’m finding my brain wandering back to my Blog world of pseudo-creativity.  In the next several months, my life is going to go through some major life changes, and I might need a written outlet to soul-search, to bitch, to ponder, maybe to embrace.  Here I am.  Hang with me if you can handle it.

So let’s take an inventory of where we are, here on the second day of February in the year of 2020.

I’m sitting here watching the end of Super Bowl LIV (that’s 54 — and this officially is the most Roman numerals that I’ve ever used in one of my blog posts).  Mostly I don’t care much about the outcome, except for being a little sad that the football season is ending with this game.

Today’s date is a palindrome, which means that the date is the same backwards and forwards.  02/02/2020.  0202/20/20.  This hasn’t happened in 909 years (Who keeps track of this stuff?).  I’m not sure if this works out Roman numeral-wise.

Today was also Groundhog Day, and the skies were cloudy in Punxsatawney, Pennsylvania, so the groundhog didn’t see its shadow, didn’t go back underground, so Spring theoretically will come early.  Here in Minneapolis, Minnesota, we had a beautiful sunny day, so we are probably doomed to a lot more winter.

The Kansas City Chiefs just beat the San Francisco 49ears, 31-20.  I’m happy for Andy Reid.  I wish he could have done this when he was coaching the Philadelphia Eagles!

A week from tonight, the Academy Awards will be televised.  My unknown-why habit is to see all of the Best Picture Oscar nominees before the program.  I have seen eight of the nine nominees, will see the ninth before my blog post later this week ranking my favorites.

And I’ll catch you guys up on the other stuff another day....  Follow me at my domain site, needahand.com, which forwards here to my blog site, Http://hrdfax.blogspot.com.




Sunday, April 21, 2019

putting out the fire

And April speeds by, and my online words have been silent.... But my mind races...

This past week..... Disturbing, to say the week....

Early in the week, the world’s attention was focused on Paris, as the Notre Dame cathedral burned.... I can’t imagine Paris without Notre Dame, but, apparently, many others feel that way too, because many millions of Euros have been pledged to rebuild it.  That’s cool, of course, but how do you make a cathedral rehabbed in the 21st century feel like the original 13th century awesome beauty that it was?  Some part of the sadness and loss will still be there.

By Thursday of this week, the world’s attention was back over to this side of the Atlantic as the redacted Mueller report reiterated what most of the world already knew:  that our White House is occupied by a lowlife thug.... And the beat goes on — with much more detail to come and crimes to be uncovered.

And today was Easter.  The beautiful music and loving words that I find in my church gave me some peace in an unpeaceful world.  I’m not sure why.

Sunday, March 31, 2019

sympathy for the devil

I have several friends around the country who have tickets for the upcoming Rolling Stones U.S. concert tour, and now I bet they're all nervous!

Mick Jagger's doctor has insisted that the Stones postpone the tour due to unnamed medical treatments that Mick needs.... which has ALL of us Stones fans nervous!  I don't think that any of us can conceive Mick Jagger being mortal!  I mean, he's only 75 years old and has always been there for us, showing an alternative way to age from what we had envisioned!

I've been a Rolling Stones fan since they were the "bad boys" of the British Invasion of the mid-60s.  I last saw him in concert here in Minneapolis in 2015, when he was a mere 72, and he for two-and-a-half hours performed his prancing and jumping and singing on stage as if he were still 25.  It was inspiring!

Be well, Mick... We need you!!

Mick Jagger

Thursday, March 28, 2019

greetings from 2019

One day — many years from now — when the internet has been replaced by something else and is a nostalgia thing and some bored geek, sitting at a library computer — if there are still libraries and computers then — happens upon this ancient blog post, let me say “Hi!” to such desperate geek.

And, if history is still taught out there in the distant future, I envy that you might know the answers to questions that torment some of us in this particular present; for instance, how does the Drumpt Administration end up?  Does he get his wish of becoming dictator?  Does he go to prison for multiple criminal activities?  Does he instead resign the Presidency and move to the upcoming Trump Tower in Moscow?

How about Brexit?  Does Britain leave the European Union after all?

Or what about climate change?  Did it end up destroying life on earth?  If so, please disregard this post!!

Sunday, March 24, 2019

750 to 1

The Powerball payout is up to something like 750-million dollars, less taxes of course.

Somebody will eventually win, and it’s amusing to me that many people don’t play the lottery at all until it gets up towards that kind of crazy win — like winning only ten million wouldn’t be worth their dollar investment.

I realize that many people have as their lifetime financial plan to someday win the lottery, but really!

My feeling is this:  Nobody needs $750,000,000.  Why can’t they structure the lottery so that, like in this case 750 people would win a million dollars instead of one lucky dude getting that whole pot?  And, on a related topic, many winners of those mega-zillions end up seeing it ruin their lives.

I personally would be thrilled to win a million dollars.  If I won 750 million, I’d probably go insane (but I bet I would have a lot of happy relatives, some of whom I never until then knew existed!).

Will I buy a ticket?  What do you think?

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

moons, seasons, beginnings

So what’s going on, this 20th day of March?

If you’re into full moons (and who isn’t moonstruck ?), tonight is the last “supermoon” of 2019 — a rare super worm moon, whatever the heck that means.

And, as of a couple hours ago, today is the anxiously-awaited First Day of Spring.

So we have happy people celebrating the change of season at the same time people are being their usual full moon crazy.

For me, this March 20th is mostly the 45th anniversary of a beginning — my life as a dad.  Happy Birthday, Jon !!