Seventy Two

It’s Friday night, but not just any Friday night: it’s the Friday night of a long weekend. Monday is the bonus day, during which I hope to achieve nearly total inertness…Or is that inertitude?

After weeks of long weeks–the two Great Printer Projects beating down on me, along with all that the normal part of the job requires–it will be nice to have that extra day to use to just try to recharge. I’ve said it all along, though: these projects are very good things professionally, and I’m not complaining about having to do them. They’re just tiring, even though I seem to really “get” printing and enjoy what I do with them.

School preparations are the order of the weekend. Shopping was completed this evening, and I’ll admit that it was a bit odd: for the first year ever, Patrick didn’t have a supplies list provided by the school. I know, I know…He’s in high school now, they expect the kids to be ready and will tell them what additional items they’ll need. But it was still strange to wander through the store with just a list of the girls’ needs in hand.

This weekend is the last of the trifecta of summer ending events: you’ve got the State Fair, Patrick’s birthday, and Labor Day weekend. After that last milestone, it’s all normal, or at least the normal that comes from the family all being back to a fixed schedule day after day. It’s those seventy two hours of summer that will give way on Tuesday to “Fall,” even though it isn’t.

I’ve decided that either I’m getting old, or I’m anxious to just get on with things, because it seems like summer just started, or at least the part of the summer that marked the kids being home every day and not having school. Today seems too soon after Patrick took his servant trip to Chicago, experiencing his first truly “big city.” This weekend seems to be following too closely after going on an afternoon swimming trip with the girls, Patrick, Jenni, and my parents.  Just seventy two hours remain before all of the memories of the summer are placed in the memory box in my head with everything else marked “last summer.”

I’m looking forward to the year: Jenni’s one step closer to getting her master’s degree. The girls are fifth(!!!) graders at a school that is being remade right under their feet, giving us a lot of things to think about for them for the future. And Patrick…Well, you’ve heard all about that situation.

By next summer, hopefully the Great Printer Projects will have finished successfully, and I’ll have gotten the promotion that they qualify me for. Hopefully the kids will be that much smarter, more well-rounded, and larger. And hopefully, Jenni will continue to find God’s calling to be what she wants. I don’t doubt any of it, it’s just where things should be on the other end of the school year: the part bracketed by Memorial Day weekend–seventy two more hours to rest and transition.

Enjoy your weekend.

See you tomorrow.


A Fair Birthday Day

Lathropworld day at the State Fair was yesterday. It was also Patrick’s birthday, a happy coincidence that Patrick was thrilled about, no doubt. And then to close out the day for Patrick was a concert by his all-time favorite performer: Weird Al Yankovic.

Everyone has traditions at the fair: foods to eat, things to see and do, and maybe even a specific route or order to take throughout the grounds. And yes, we do too, or we usually have a specific order to do things, settled on about two years ago as the best way to make our way around to do things without having to backtrack or cover more ground than needed.

Yeah. Yesterday was different, for a whole host of reasons. But let’s get to the highlights, shall we?

Ah yes, the obligatory “before” picture, on the bus from the parking lot:

fair bus family

Within minutes of walking in the gate, we come across “Fairchild,” the gopher mascot of the fair. Patrick, always one to hug and pose with an oversized, stuffed mascot, obliged:

patrick fairchild

But wait…off on the right edge of the picture, there’s a guy with a video camera on a tripod. Wha? Why’s he shooting a video of my kid and the anthropomorphic creature? He looks so familiar…Oh, wait! Let’s get a better picture:

lileks

Ah! That, kids, is James Lileks, erstwhile columnist/blogger/video dude from the Strib, and a guy whose work I read and admire on a daily basis. And the video camera? Yeah, he used that to produce this piece: note Patrick around the 44 second mark of the video. I just have to say, though, he looks a lot shorter in person than he does in print.

Moving on, the obligatory “cheese-on-a-stick” picture, a tradition around these parts for six years now (to see them all, you can hit last year’s State Fair entry here):

cheese picture

And no, I have no idea what the guy is doing in the background…They just would not move.

But the main event, at least as far as Patrick goes, was the Weird Al concert last night. The tickets he and I had were unbelievably close, and he just kept saying “you’ve got to be kidding me,” as we kept walking toward the stage. Once seated, he quivered for about 15 minutes, just from the excitement.

So where were the seats? Here’s Patrick and the view from our seats:

patrick concert

For those of you who may not know who Weird Al is, he is a parody and comedy music star who’s been performing since the early 1980’s. His songs are always funny, and you have to admire someone who can perform such a wide variety of music and still put goofy lyrics to pop hits of the day. His live shows incorporate many costume changes, and a lot of energy. And Patrick just loves his stuff.

So as you can see, we were very close to Weird Al, probably 50-60 feet from him at any time during the show. And between telling me that this was “the best birthday ever,” and checking the time to see how long until the concert started, he spent the whole time before the show talking to the fans around us: a younger guy and his girlfriend in front of us, and a late 20s single woman next to him. They talked favorite Weird Al songs, how many albums they have of his, whether they’ve seen his shows before, or the movie…Patrick was in geek heaven, and I was a happy father because of it. In short, my son was in his element.

He and I sang along during almost the whole show. Screamed when our favorite songs played, laughed at the gags, and high-fived each other after almost every song. It was great: good music, a very close view of the artist, that we were sure couldn’t possibly be any better…

Well, until he came off the stage and wandered through the audience during a song:

al audience

He passed within about 15 feet from us, right at the end of the row. Patrick was thrilled, because he has now been “that close” to a musical hero.

The rest of the concert was a blast, and could have ended after just about 2 hours with Patrick perfectly contented with the whole show, but then came the encore:

weird al star wars

Song one: A parody of Don McLean’s “American Pie,” called “The Saga Begins,” about a young Anakin Skywalker, who would eventually become Darth Vader…Please note all the Star Wars characters in the background…

Song two: “Yoda,” a parody of “Lola” by the kinks. Patrick stood for the whole encore, bouncing up and down, singing along, cheering as loud as he ever gets. And this picture, even though it’s blurry and not terribly clear, is one of my favorites from the night:

patrick encore

This was during “Yoda.” Patrick’s voice was hash from screaming and singing. He’s been standing up for the whole encore by now, and his energy and excitement never waned one bit. That blur on the right is him–moving just as constantly as he had throughout the whole show. Oh, and Al’s the guy on stage with the long dark hair in front there…

It was a hell of a day, and a great evening. A very happy birthday for Patrick. And a great family day at the fair. You can check out a few more pictures at the Flickr site. Or you can see all of these photos in a larger form or even download them for yourself. Enjoy!

See you tomorrow.


Birthday on a stick

It’s State Fair day tomorrow here in Lathropworld, so we’ll be indulging in all of the fried and on-a-stick foods that we care to during the day. Pictures will be forthcoming, but probably not until Thursday night.

Tomorrow is also Patrick’s birthday, a fortuitous happenstance, especially considering that his musical hero, “Weird” Al Yankovic is the headlining performer at the Grandstand tomorrow night. Patrick and I will be partaking of that for his birthday. He’ll be 14. It hardly seems possible at times, and at others, I really have to work hard at remembering what life was like before he came into our lives…Back in the old days of a one-bedroom apartment in St. Paul, and five-bedroom houses in North Dakota. That all was a whole different life ago.

But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Sure, the girls are an amazing thing to watch–I mean, having twins around you every day is just a fascinating thing to behold. But Patrick–nothing against the girls–is a whole different thing. He has a mind that is turning 24×7, and the thing with him is that you can see it happening. And I just sit back and wait for the next thing to come out of that head. It’s one hell of a kick.

It’s turning into quite a week with him: high school orientation, turning 14, and an evening with Weird Al…If he doesn’t collapse at the end of tomorrow night, I’m pretty sure I will. And somehow, I didn’t take two days off this week. (Well, printers had something to do with that…*Surprise!*)

So to the State Fair tomorrow. I’ve scoped out some discounts and deals already to have them in mind: Library cards will be in tow to get us $2 off per admission!. I go in every year with limited objectives, because it’s all I really need to make it a fun time: pork chop on a stick, a chocolate malt, mini donuts, and a Pronto Pup. Outside of the food, we’ll troll the booths in the grandstand, get the obligatory picture at the cheese on a stick sign, and just wander the grounds, giving everyone a chance to get through their list of must-do items.

This year will be different because I’ll have a 14-year-old along. Wish us luck.

See you tomorrow.


The Story Begins

Damned parenting. Subjecting you to all kinds of thoughts and feelings that you don’t want or need, and then launching you into periods of deep and thoughtful recollection to try to remember if your experience was the same.

Dammit, dammit, dammit!

Roseville Area High School had it’s open house for the incoming frosh earlier this evening. We got to walk the halls that Patrick will be walking in just over a weeks time, see his classrooms, find his locker, and get his schedule. In short, the whole of the ninth grade school year was just briefly played out for us in just under and hour.

But, as seems to be the standard MO for parents, it set my mind a-wanderin’, back to those days now about 27 years ago (oh…my…God…Really??? Holy crap, I’m old…).

The first thing I wondered is if all high schools come with that smell of teenage sweat, hormones and paper dust. It’s as if it was painted onto the walls, or infused into the industrial grade flooring that covers nearly every square inch of floor in that school…And let there be no mistake: it’s a huge school.

That’s the second thing: is my son’s school bigger than mine was? The stats I’ve seen put it larger in terms of student body size–mine was right around 2,000 kids, his is 2,400. But physically, the building just keeps going on and on. There are signs at every turn pointing you to A-wing, B-wing, C-wing or D-wing, and that’s just one half of the building: the other half has gymnasiums, the main office, the auditorium, the lunch room, and who knows what else. My school at least was a giant, two-story rectangle, so if you kept going, eventually you’d have to turn around, or end up coming back to some area where you already were. At Patrick’s school, there seem to be a nearly endless supply of offshoots, branches and dead-ends. But this is what happens when one building is added onto enough to eventually engulf another–it’s a mish-mosh of styles, levels, and the like, with ramps and stairs everywhere. Hence the wings, none of which seem married to another in any cohesive way.

Then there was one of the big questions: did my parents do the same thing when I was heading into high school? I don’t remember an open house for high school. I’m sure there must have been something. And if we were all there, was it similar to tonight? Did my parents go through thinking to themselves that there’s no way in hell that their kid is either old enough or ready to face high school? Or at the very least that they as parents weren’t ready for it either? I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, but then again, as much as I think I know about most of what’s going to come at us this year, I’m certain that there are things I can’t possibly forsee with any accuracy. And let’s face it: I’ve never been the father of a high school student before. This is entirely new ground.

It’s the problem with perception, though: walking through his school, I couldn’t remember myself that young–I’ve always been the age I currently am and carry that as the frame of reference, no matter if I’m 14 or 41. It all feels the same.

The beginning of a new phase of our lives is coming, and very soon, judging from the smell.

See you tomorrow.

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The Occasional Movie Review

bornromanticTonight’s movie: Born Romantic, a fun, slightly confusing, romantic comedy. Sort of…

Yes, it’s a love story, centering on four men, though we don’t really don’t know it’s also telling the story of the fourth until the end of the story, all of whom have issues, baggage, or problems being in love, finding love, or showing love.

One guy is a former rocker who dumped his girlfriend at the time, and now, eight years later, has decided he made a mistake and wants to get back together with her. Another guy is a petty thief who is afraid of hurting his victims, so he and his partner use chloroform to knock out their victims after they take withdrawls from ATMs. And the last guy is living with his ex-wife in their house that they are unsuccessfully trying to sell because one side of it is slowly sinking.

A cab service and three cabbies act as the sages in the film, talking about romance and sex and women and men, both amongst themselves and to their fares who are both the men and the subjects of their advances.

The thief chooses a neurotic who lives in constant fear of life, really: she’s afraid of germs, car accidents, flying, and bacteria in and on food, among other things. Yet she owns and operates a business that tends to graves for those who can’t do it themselves because they’re too busy or out of town or out of the country.

The rocker’s girlfriend has discovered herself and isn’t sure a life with him is what she wants anymore, and isn’t sure he’s changed at all.

And the final guy has fallen for a bookish museum technician who restores the art.

And they all meet, fall in and out of love, and discover a lot about life and love at a club that hosts salsa dancing.

In the end, everyone gets what they want, and we find that love does indeed conquer all. It’s the path that the movie takes to get there that’s interesting.

At it’s base, it’s a simple story, about six people (well, seven, but I’m not giving that one away in case anyone reading this wants to see it) who are messed up, have difficult situations to work through in their lives, and are, as pop culture constantly reminds people who aren’t in a relationship, alone. And yes, the film is an allegory, meant to draw we the viewers in and recognize traits in each of the characters that we possess while it makes broad statements on life and love. But what it’s great at is doing all this and being obvious about it while still not pounding it over your head or doing it in a way that makes you want to stop watching. In that sense, it’s a very charming film.

The acting is understated, with Craig Ferguson in the lead as the divorced man, and he isn’t playing any of the over-the-top characters I’ve seen him play before. The filmmaking itself is also pretty basic and plain, letting the story do the talking and not making the visuals too disruptive.

But for some, the film will be too slow and too confusing at first…Or perhaps even too strange: the whole story revolves around two basic locations: the cabs and cab company/cafe (yeah, it’s operated out of a cafe), and the salsa club. And the characters are absurdly messed up enough to make you recognize what their problems are. So I could see how some viewers would probably go through the first half of the movie and wonder what the hell they’ve been watching. But if you like a well-made movie, or a good love story, or a good character study, it’s worth sticking through. Four out of five stars.

See you tomorrow.


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