After multiple people failed to notice I had shaved my beard off, I’ve decided to grow it back, mostly to see how it looks at various stages of growth. Once it’s back I’ll then decide if I want to lop it off again or keep it.
I am also contemplating what to do with my hair. The last time I got it cut the girl hesitated to cut it as short as I wanted, perhaps fearing I’d have a cancer patient look when it was done. I may go the other way and let my hair grow long instead, though the results of that may be best kept under a cap.
Because winds were supposed to be gusting, I went with three layers today for the run but apparently the gusting stopped before I started. Still, at 4ºC I did not feel too overdressed. The weather was overcast, which was a nice change from the previous run’s torrential rain. As a result, the path was mushy but fully navigable. No ark needed.
I decided to run to a set distance today instead of time, choosing 8 km since my usual 45 minute runs seem to be in that range, anyway. I improved drastically on my previous run, as you’ll see below, and ran a little extra to get to the starting point. My pace was very consistent, which I’m happy to see. The calves both felt a bit sore as I ran but are fine now. I think they are adjusting to the longer distances but at this rate I suspect there will be no discomfort in the next run or two.
Today I was joined on the path by a couple of people with their dogs, a nice lady walking clockwise and, of course, a pair of shopping carts (said nice lady moved them, as both were originally on the path itself):
You may ask me, “Why would someone wheel a shopping cart into a park with a semi-smashed pumpkin in it?” and I would answer, “Because people are mental.” Since there were two carts (the other was sans pumpkin) I am left to wonder if this was a group effort (“Hey guys, I have this great idea…”) or someone with motivations even I cannot divine. I expect the carts to be gone next time but I thrill in anticipation of what may take their place!
Results:
Total distance: 8.20 km (previous: 8.01 km)
Average time/km: 5:38/km (previous: 5.53/km)
Best time/km: 5.21/km (previous: 5.31/km)
Errata: R.E.M.’s album Lifes Rich Pageant is a great album to jog to. Most of the songs are uptempo and unlike some of their albums, none of them is filler. It’s a bit short so I had to pad out the playlist with a few songs from Document.
I still have not heard Tiger Woods chime in on the iPod since his li’l scandal broke. A coincidence, probably, but it seems kind of funny.
I saw Star Wars at the Duncan Odeon shortly after it premiered in 1977. I was 12 years old, pretty much the ideal age.
I also saw it in the theater here in Vancouver when the special edition came out in 1997. I was 32 years old.
I watched it again last week.
What follows is the answer to the question: Can a magical film of my youth withstand the critical, nay, cynical eye of adulthood?
The short answer is: mostly yes. The longer answer follows.
I saw Star Wars before it became the most successful movie ever (for the time) and at the age of 12 I was old enough to understand everything but still young enough to be dazzled in the way only a child can. While the 70s are fondly looked back on by film purists, I think it’s important to remember that film has always been a combination of craft and commerce. When the serials of the 30s and 40s were being cranked out, no one was aspiring to high art. Likewise the exploitation flicks of the 60s and 70s were just mindless entertainment designed to titillate and little more.
Star Wars, though, was one of those films that tried both. In the context of the era, it was unheard of — a big budget science fiction movie complete with veteran actors like Alec Guinness and Peter Cushing to lend it credibility. It’s been well-documented how George Lucas drew from many sources for inspiration for the movie and somehow he made it all work. But how does it fare now?
I have the special edition on DVD. This was essentially a test-run of the CGI effects that would drive the Episode I-III prequels, adding extra bits of shiny and re-inserting a few cut scenes. The quality of the transfer is a bit strange — some parts of the film are very vivid while others still appear muddy and with “noise” in the film. While a few effects shots have been cleaned up, others still have the telltale transparent rectangles outlining TIE fighters that shows how they were overlaid on the backgrounds.
As to the additions and extras in the special edition, most don’t hold up and some even detract from the film. The best ones are a few quick shots that make Mos Eisley look like more than just “four overturned cans of paint” (as one critic dubbed the original). The scene with Biggs and Luke chatting before heading out to the Death Star is also a thoughtful inclusion.
However, the background bits with exotic beasts fussing and farting and noisy little drones flying about are distractions that pull your eye away from the focus of the scene. The infamous “Greedo now shoots first” scene undercuts the character arc of Han Solo going from a mercenary out for himself to someone who actually joins the cause. The worst bit, though, is the re-insertion of the scene where Han is confronted by Jabba the Hutt. Not only was most of the scene reworked for the Greedo/Han confrontation, making its insertion gratuitous, Jabba looks like CGI and Han addresses him as if he was a person and not a giant slug. He even ends with, “Jabba, you’re a wonderful human.” This made sense when the scene was shot because Jabba was just some guy in a bad fur coat. Putting the scene back in was the first sign that Lucas’s ear had gone tin on what worked in the world he created.
But what about the rest of the movie, the parts unchanged from 1977?
For the most part, it still works. There is the sense that you are watching events unfold in a universe that is truly unlike ours, one where technology has advanced but is still grimy and gritty and prone to breaking down. The characters are all broadly and clearly delineated. Luke is the farmboy hero who fulfills his destiny, Han is the rogue, Kenobi the wise mentor, Vader the despicable villain and the droids the comic relief. The only real misstep among the cast is Carrie Fisher’s mysteriously appearing and disappearing British accent that seems to activate whenever she’s in a scene with Peter Cushing. Monkey see, monkey do, I guess. Of all the actors, Cushing seems to delight most in his role, coldly putting the leash on Vader (who else would do such a thing in any of the other movies?) or shrugging off the rebels’ chances of actually destroying the Death Star.
Lucas keeps the stakes high throughout — Luke’s guardians aren’t just killed by the stormtroopers, they’re reduced to charred skeletons, the Death Star destroys an entire planet to demonstrate its power — but deftly keeps things moving with lots of action and banter between the main trio as they battle their way through to the final showdown at the Death Star. Yeah, it’s not entirely believable that dozens of stormtroopers could all miss when firing at them but it’s part of the pulp serial fun of the movie. The heroes face impossible odds but somehow overcome them, anyway.
The original effects are a mixed bag. The Death Star trench runs hold up decently but there’s a certain wobbleyness to a lot of the others where they still work but just barely. Here, you do need to keep the film in context. Effects-wise, I’d say it holds up worse than, say, The Wizard of Oz. Even the special edition spiffing up only goes so far.
There is also throughout the film an earnest corniness than many today might find off-putting but again, it works in the context of the story. These aren’t just characters, they’re archetypes. Han isn’t just speaking for himself but for every guy who just wants what’s his and to keep his nose out of everything else.
One of the things I most notice now as an adult is how Lucas really isn’t very good with his actors. Those that know their stuff, like Harrison Ford and Cushing, manage just fine but the younger and less experienced actors like Mark Hamill and Carrie Fisher offer uneven performances than a firmer directorial hand would have made more consistent. In this regard I think Lucas actually got worse in the prequels. Still, the lapses aren’t enough to detract from the film as a whole.
Overall, Star Wars still holds up fine. Its flaws are more apparent now and the special edition adds little of value to the film, but it’s well worth seeing. It’s amazing that over 30 years later so few other films have captured the science fantasy feel that makes Star Wars so appealing, even to where it largely eluded Lucas himself.
“I expect I will do a bit better after a few days of rest.” Then again, maybe not!
Today’s (well, technically yesterday’s since it’s past midnight now) run was in a relatively balmy 9ºC and under very light drizzly conditions. I wore my gloves.
The flood at the park had almost entirely retreated so I was able to run along the path except for the one sunken SE corner. My calves were sore from the previous run so I took two days off and partway through this run they felt even more sore. I am fairly certain that I have not re-injured the right calf, as it is not getting worse and when I stopped running it doesn’t hurt (unlike before where the pain lingered even while walking). I think my legs are just complaining about upping the time from 35 to 45 minutes. I’ve added roughly 1.5 km to the run as a result.
Because of the soreness my pace was fairly steady but not very swift. Since i had come so close to 8km before I opted to push for it today. Unfortunately I was only at 7.64km at the 45 minute mark and it took two more minutes to get to 8km. Still, I did it and I’m still walking now, so yay and all that.
Results:
Total distance: 8.01 km
Average time/km: 5:53/km (previous: 5.45/km)
Best time/km: 5.31/km (previous: 5.21/km)
Notable incident: a pair of women were throwing a ball for a dog to catch. One of them had one of those ball scoop dealies that lets you pick up and throw the ball without getting dog slobber all over your hand. They mostly stayed off the trail but one lap they were on it and as I moved to pass them the one woman raised the ball scoop up and very nearly whacked me in the head with it. Her partner gently chided her. Good enough for me!
Last night’s predicted big snow followed by rain didn’t happen in that the snow petered out quickly. By this morning it was completely gone, so I didn’t need to be concerned about running in piles of slush. Instead I faced this:
That’s the southeast corner where I enter the park and start my run. A long stretch along the northern part of the trail was similarly flooded, forcing me to run alongside it on the grass (which really isn’t so bad). The navigable parts of the trail were rather muddy, as my socks and sneakers will attest.
It was a relatively balmy 4ºC when I started out so I opted to wear only two layers (jacket + long sleeve shirt) and that was fine. I also chose to skip wearing my gloves, which was not so fine. My hands were numb by the end and even for the first few minutes in the shower the tops of them had this weird temperature inversion thing going on where the hot water hitting them felt very much cold. If I turned my palms up the water felt hot, as it should.
I probably walked as much yesterday as I had run on Sunday, if not more, which in retrospect was probably dumb. I should have rested my legs. This meant my calves were sore to start today and my initial pace was pretty sluggish. I didn’t force it, though. By the final few km I had my second wind and my legs were sufficiently limber that my pace improved remarkably.
For a long stretch I had all of China Creek Park to myself, save for the crows worming in the field and a parks board tractor blowing leaves off the path (and helpfully stopping each time I jogged by). At the 15 minute mark the rain started and by 20 minutes in had become a downpour. It eased off for about ten minutes then for the last 3 laps or so turned to a downpour again. There were occasional strong gusts blowing from the south/southeast, too. With about ten minutes to go another jogger showed up but I only ever saw him do a few stretching exercises. He seemed to have disappeared by the time I was leaving.
Results:
Total distance: 7.89 km
Average time/km: 5:45/km (slightly better than my 40 minute pace)
Best time/km: 5.21/km (full km), 4:43/km (final .89 km)
You can see how my pace really picked up toward the end — 4:43 for nearly a full km is a remarkable time for me for the end of a run and I really didn’t feel I was pushing at all, just moving at a comfortable pace.
I expect I will do a bit better after a few days of rest.
Tonight at 10 p.m. I got the sudden urge to shave my face. Let me explain.
When I was 29 I grew a beard while on Christmas break at college. It was less a beard and more “I’m too lazy to shave for two weeks” but when someone asked me if I was growing a beard it suddenly seemed like a good idea, so I said yes. I have had the beard since.
This means I was not clean-shaven throughout my 30s and into my early 40s. I was a content beardyman, at least as far as the beard part went.
Finally, I made the first major change to my facial hair in April of this year when I lopped off the full beard and went for a more petite circle beard. I believe this was the right call at the time because the sides of my beard had pretty much gone completely white and I am not ready to become everyone’s stand-in for Santa just yet.
Since then I’ve mulled going further but held off because I like the circle beard. It makes me look vaguely hip, especially if I wear a beret (I don’t own a beret).
But tonight I got this overwhelming urge to see my upper lip for the first time in 16 years, so I broke out the beard trimmer and razor. I am now clean-shaven once again except for a neatly-trimmed goatee that I may or may not shave off tomorrow.
I kind of like the new-old look. I’ll wait a week before deciding whether to stay smooth ‘n sexy or go back to a more hirsute appearance.
Today was my first time running in the snow, though it had only been falling lightly for an hour or so before I started, so it was more a good dusting than anything formidable.
With the temperature a little below freezing I opted for my first 45 minute run and ol’ Lance Armstrong was there to congratulate me for my longest run yet: 7.99 km. Damn, so close. At least reaching 8 km next time should be easy. I also wonder if some stealth update on the nano has removed the congratulatory blurbs from Tiger Woods. I haven’t heard him in awhile. If I remember, he comes on when you put in your fastest time, which is apropos for that sly dog, amirite?
Results:
Total distance: 7.99 km Average time/km: 5:39/km (slightly better than my 40 minute pace) Best time/km: 5.00/km
There were no other joggers out but a few people were strolling with their dogs and a couple of kids were doing their best to slide down the hill at the west end of the park with the little snow that had fallen. I saw what I consider the first unofficial sign of winter — some dope in an SUV fishtailing around a corner. The run went rather well, with my second wind kicking in full force around the 30 minute mark and propelling me for the last 15. I think I’m going to try ramping up to a full 60 minutes.
A couple of images below. The first is a strangely dark one from my iPod video camera of China Creek Park just after I finished my run. The sky was actually quite bright.
And the next is after I returned home and asked Tim to capture me in my post-run glow. Naturally Barley insisted on taking part.
After the run, with Barley very excited by the snow.
The conditions on today’s run were similar to the previous day — about -2ºC and a mix of sun and cloud. I headed down to China Creek Park and selected my workout on the iPod (35 minutes) then went to choose a playlist. Curiously, there were no playlists available. A message said to sync the iPod to transfer music over. Chagrined, I figured I’d just use shuffle instead and got the same message. In fact, the iPod wasn’t showing any of the 2,000+ songs I had stored on it. I debated whether to do the run voice-only (the nice Nike woman just announcing the time intervals without any music) but the thought of listening to my own breathing for 35 minutes convinced me to go back and try to fix whatever issue it was.
I plugged the iPod in and it synced in just a few seconds. I checked after unplugging it from the PC and it looked good — everything was back. So I returned to the park and did my run. Going there and back twice meant I walked 48 blocks in total. That’s a fair bit of walking I hadn’t planned on. The only real downside was being a little extra chilly at the start of the run.
Still, I shake my fist at Apple. Now I know to check the iPod before heading out instead of just crazily assuming it will work.
The run itself went well and as I closed in on 35 minutes I decided to go for 40. This gave me my best overall distance yet and I only lost six seconds on my overall pace from last time. Not bad. The one downside was my upper back started to feel a bit sore by about the 38 minute mark. That may mean I need to work on my stride or posture, so it may turn out to be a good thing in the long term.
Results:
Total distance: 7.11 km
Average time/km: 5:40/km
Best time/km: 5.14/km
I am on what appears to be a movie set but they are not shooting at the moment. Or perhaps it’s just a ranch because there are horses. And a Spanish galleon. It makes sense, because it’s a dream.
I am on the galleon with someone who is showing off a little swordsmanship. He recites a line from the script that I can’t precisely recall but it was a taunt something along the lines of, “Do you want to brown your pants?” Colorful, as they say. The part was being played by Brian Doyle and while there are a number of Brian Doyles on the Internet Movie Database, I don’t think this guy was any of them. No idea where the name came from.
After the swordfighting demonstration, I then look over to another man, this one holding the reins of a horse. In retrospect I think it was supposed to be Johnny Depp and this was the set for the fourth Pirates of the Caribbean movie but instead it was Heath Ledger, my first dead dream celebrity.
Heath was going to show off something or other but the horse’s reins got tangled up and it began freaking out and thrashing violently. Heath was standing beside it and could not extricate himself from the reins. By the time he was freed he was laying prone on the ground and making unpleasant facial expressions, a waving hand indicated possible back injuries. When next I looked he was propped up against a nearby fence with two girls looking over him. One was about ten, the other in her teens.
I distinctly recall one of them saying to him, “Please don’t bleed like that” at which point blood started oozing from his nose and mouth. This, understandably, upset the girls and they began wailing as Heath Ledger expired. Again.
I saw Shaun of the Dead earlier this year and loved it. I’ve just recently watched 28 Days Later and it’s odd because Shaun, though a comedy, is a more “authentic” zombie experience, inasmuch as a zombie movie can be authentic, anyway. 28 Days Later is rather grim and I enjoyed it (I find Cillian Murphy a strangely mesmerizing presence) but the fast-moving infected in the film never struck me as frightening, more just crazed animals. You almost felt sorry for them — until they got their heads beaten in with baseball bats. This approach to the “enemy” took away from the overall mood of the film but then I realized that director Danny Boyle may have been creating, whether by intention or accident, an homage to The Day of the Triffids. Both stories start the same way — with a patient alone in a hospital after some catastrophic event has struck the world.
Each story then follows the protagonist as he bands with other survivors and ultimately comes into conflict with groups that have differing agendas, so in a way it’s not a zombie movie at all but more of a study in human behavior when people are forced into constant “do or die” situations and there is no longer any established authority to appeal to or seek shelter with.
The “bad boy” military also came off as a bit too convenient for the story and it was interesting to see in the deleted scenes a “radical alternate ending” that imagined the movie going off in a completely different direction with no military present at all (for the record, that ending would very likely have been worse).
It was refreshing to see they also went with a “happy” ending by having Cillian’s character of Jim survive. Several alternate endings were filmed where his character perishes after taking a bullet to the abdomen. Downer endings have become so de rigueur that a happy one almost seems to be bucking the system.
I’ve been remembering a lot of my dreams lately for whatever reason, enough so that I may actually do some research to retain them even more than I do now.
Last night I was in a typical alternate world dreamscape, this time at a huge outdoor theater improbably constructed near the intersection of Denman and Davie Street. The theater was open but did have a roof to provide shelter from the elements. The featured show was a bunch of old men singing in front of an artificial waterfall. Where this bit came from I have no idea. At the end of the performance — which actually felt more like a rehearsal, I moved out of my seat and headed down toward the stage. The seats were a weird kind of jumble that only makes sense in dreams and I found myself inadvertantly blocking the way. This woman standing opposite me seemed to offer a solution, for lo! We were both actually standing on a lift that she could operate.
She did so and we rose up and above the crowd. I was perhaps inclined to offer my thanks when she continued to raise the lift higher than necessary. I am not especially keen on high places so I noted this fact to her in the hope that she would stop. She did not. I then raised my voice to a level one might call “screaming”. My words to her were as such: “Lady, I’m afraid of heights! Let me down!” I continued this plaintive request at maximum volume but she gave no reaction, as if she was utterly deaf or cruelly indifferent.
I should further illustrate the scene by noting the platform that I was on was barely big enough to contain me and it lacked anything to hold onto save for a railing along the front which I flung my arms over, hoping to not plunge onto a singing old man some hundred feet below. When the lift finally reached its maximum height — and that height was impressive indeed — the woman’s hearing seemed to suddenly return to normal and she brought the lift back down.
I was not amused.
The dream broke apart at this point, the crisis ended. The loss of control is a typical theme in dreams. Perhaps I can conquer this one by standing on my tippy-toes at the edge of the Grand Canyon one day.
