Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Dave's Top 10 Films Of 2010

Yes, it's time for the long-awaited Dave's Top 10 Films Of 2010 list! This year, Virg and I saw pretty much everything. First, a few honorable mentions:

Most Over-Rated Movie of 2010: I Am Love. It sucked through and through. 2 hours of artsy fartsy sap and scenery, utterly devoid of characters or plot.

Favorite Fun Movies of 2010:
Kick-Ass
(great premise, with a hilariously lethal little girl)
Despicable Me (cute, clever, and great use of 3D)
The Other Guys (great opening hot-shot cop sequence spoof)
Easy A (very clever dialogue, and Emma Stone is great as the lead)

Dave's Top 10 Films Of 2010
Now for the real list. I've done my best to describe these movies without spoiling their endings. Which was difficult, because there were some great endings this year, and I loves me a good ending.

10. Buried
Ryan Reynolds trapped in a coffin for 90 minutes, with only his cell phone to save him. The entire movie takes place in the coffin. No flashbacks or fantasies. You never see anyone but Ryan Reynolds, and half the time you don't see anything at all. It was a lot like watching 127 Hours, except you didn't know how it would end. And like Black Swan, the movie really messes with you, finding the perfect ending in the final seconds.

9. A Solitary Man
Michael Douglas gives a good performance as a not-so-likeable guy, who you become increasingly sympathetic for. A smart movie with good dialogue, made more interesting by a small twist.

8. The Town
Ben Affleck was excellent as writer, director, and star of this intense bank-robber story set in Boston. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time, but disappointed by the cheesy ending.

7. Toy Story 3
Sadly, we only saw it in 2-D, as a rental. I wasn't crazy about Pixar's first Toy Story, and I thought the second one was pretty dumb. Last year's Up was 10 very moving minutes followed by 80 minutes of somewhat entertaining silliness. Toy Story 3 was similar, but saved the 10 good minutes for the end of the movie, delivering some surprisingly haunting footage.

6. 127 Hours
The true story of a guy whose arm gets trapped under a boulder in Canyonlands, and who escapes 127 hours later by amputating it with a dull knife. Before the movie had even started, Virg was cringing at a preview of a movie about people trapped in a cave, and I instantly regretted dragging her to this. When the hero first falls in the canyon, you realize just how absurd it would be for him to cut off his arm. The movie does a great job of walking you to the point where you understand his desperate act. James Franco is wonderful, and the script is fantastic. And yes, I covered my eyes for the amputation scene.

5. Animal Kingdom
If The Town was a glorified look at the life of bank robbers, Animal Kingdom seemed like the real thing. It's an Australian movie about a young guy who is taken in by his seemingly sweet grandmother, and 3 criminal uncles. The movie feels distant and spacy, as the main character is increasingly caught between the police's attempts to make him their star witness, and his loyalty to his increasingly mistrustful family. The final resolution makes for an excellent ending.

4. The King's Speech
The story of King George VI struggling to overcome a terrible stutter. Colin Firth is fantastic (and my pick for best actor), as is Geoffrey Rush, and the script is excellent.

3. Barney's Version
As soon as we left the theater, we were ready to see it again. Paul Giamatti stars in this very clever, very funny, and very touching film. Rosamund Pike is great as his love interest, Dustin Hoffman is very funny as his father, and Minnie Driver is hysterical as his cartoonishly awful wife.

2. Blue Valentine
Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams are both phenomenal in this complex relationship study. The movie alternates between telling the story of a single day in their married life, and telling their back-story, with an absolutely heartbreaking ending. This great script and its very human characters leave much food for thought. Were they good for each other, and who was to blame for their troubles? Typically, Virg sides with the wife, whereas I found the husband more sympathetic.

1. Black Swan
Darren Aronofsky wrote and directed this brilliant psychological thriller--a surreal behind-the-scenes look at ballet that is part Wrestler and part Pi. Like Animal Kingdom, it's about a good but weak character needing to find strength. It put us on the edge of our seats from the very beginning, and the final 15 minutes of the film are absolutely chilling. It's one of those movies you continue to analyze for days afterward. And Natalie Portman is truly perfect in it. This is my pick for best picture, best director, best actress, and best screenplay.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Busy, Busy


It's been a busy busy couple of weeks. I'm not sure where the time went but there was a lot of working and cooking going on. I'll post some recipes in follow-up posts.

Dave's Aunt Jeannie and Cousin Lynn came by from NJ for a visit Sunday afternoon. We tried to ignore the heat on Monday, and took them to see the view from Mt Washington, gave them a CMU campus tour, and then a very humid walk through Phipps Conservatory before saying Uncle and having a lovely air-conditioned dinner at Bravo followed by a screening of Julie & Julia.

I am a big fan of Julia Child. My mom and I watched her show when I was young (I think it came on after Lilias Yoga and You on PBS). Mom gave me her Mastering the Art of French Cooking when I started to appreciate finer foods (she wouldn't part with her copy). And now this movie was brilliant!

Unlike many of the reviewers I enjoyed the character of Julie, perhaps because I strongly identified with her. So many times in my life I've been uninspired by everything happening in my life, but cooking something yummy with the best, freshest ingredients I could find/afford brought me joy.

Even the shopping for the ingredients was part of the fun. I loved the scenes in the movie of Julia shopping in the Parisian outdoor markets gasping and cooing with delight at the wondrous array of produce on offer. I was so inspired by the movie I made Julia's Chicken Fricassee recipe on Tuesday night along with some fresh corn on the cob.

SPOILER ALERT

The thing about the movie that I didn't like much was the part where Eric walks out on Julie...I mean this guy was so supportive and patient all along it just seemed totally out of character for him to not come back after a couple of hours, and not even call to let her know where he was.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Faux Hawk


The flea stuff I put on the cats makes them look like they've been gelled and spiked.

Things have been pretty quiet around here for awhile. I guess that means we're all settled in. Here are some more Mr M pics from the last few days:


The best thing about Mr M is that he loves to snuggle. He doesn't care if your arm or leg is in the spot where he wants to be, he'll just sit on top of it.


Or if you want to share more of his space he's happy to oblige.


Last week I started my regular volunteer work at the East End Food Co-op. I shelved boxes of cereal and milk substitutes for 2 hours Wednesday morning. I've never heard of most of the cereals, and I was stunned by the array of soy, almond, and even hemp milks available. It earns me a 10% discount on my purchases there, and it gets me out of the house in the morning.

Saturday morning Dave and I went down to the South Side for breakfast at Tom's Diner. My frittata was awesome, but the hash browns were barely warmed, and Dave's "super cinnamon" French toast platter was cold and disappointing. The service was brusque, and the prices make it hard to justify a return visit.

Pittsburgh's South Side neighborhood reminds me of the Short North in Columbus, OH. Bars, cafes, restaurants, tattoo shops, music stores, imports, arts and antiques line both sides of the street for several blocks.

We're also cat sitting for the next-door neighbors this week. Contrary to their personalities when they're tethered outside, Puck is very friendly and greets us at the door, but Oden is shy and nervous.

We've been to see Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, and while the music was good the movie was completely forgettable. We also saw Ghost Town, and yeah the ads looked incredibly stupid, but this is actually a good movie because Ricky Gervais is hilarious and the plot takes some interesting turns.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Te Quiero Barcelona

Friday it was too hot to cook so I drove over to CMU to pick up Dave and we walked over to Joe Mama's in Oakland. It doesn't look like much on the outside so we did not have great expectations, but the menu was much more extensive than I imagined, and we were both pleased with our meals (Dave had the gnocchi and I had the Crispy Chicken Milanese).

The sauces were tasty and the portions were generous. The salad was weak (served us a big bowl with a tiny amount of salad, dressing on the side in the Pittsburgh fashion), but the waitress offered to bring us more with no prompting when we finished the first bowl. The only really bad part of the meal was the 1/2 lb. meatball which was not very hot and kinda too dense and chewy. The weekend brunch menu looks good so I think we'll be back for that.

Question for you Pittsburghers: Is dressing on the side a Pittsburgh thing? Even when I request it tossed in I still get it on the side, usually in a plastic container.

Saturday we breakfasted at Kazansky's, but I think this was the last chance we're giving them. The weak french toast ensures that Dave will not want to come back, but the bagel, lox, and eggs breakfast was great.

We went to the Fair in the Park over at Mellon Park. It was the usual arts and crafts village of tiny white tents, just like a smaller Castro Street Mountain View art and wine fest with the same pottery, photos, hippie skirts, and jewelry. The thing that made it pleasurable was the musical performance, Cellofourte, which we are so glad we got to hear while strolling around the aisles of tie-dye scarves and hand-woven tea cozies.

We stopped for lunch at Point Brugges where we have been to dinner before. It was very busy so we understood that it would take some time to get seating, but once we were seated it took 30 minutes to get water. The food was good and we'll be back, but the service was very sloooooow.

Not willing to take any more risks, we went to dinner at Alladin's. We just can't go wrong there.

Afterwards we saw "Vicky Christina Barcelona" at the little theater on Murray. It was enjoyable but not very thought provoking or memorable. The acting was odd and stilted most of the time, but Penelope Cruz stole the show as the crazy murderous ex-wife.

Of course it wouldn't be a Woody Allen film without some annoying song running through the whole show. Thankfully there were plenty of beautiful classical guitar songs throughout the movie, but the "te quiero Barcelona" line from the annoying song is the one stuck in my head today.

Well that's the stuff that happens around here. Today is a boring day of chores and errands. I'm making chicken broth and planning the week's dinner menus. Soon I will start the laundry and nag Dave into vacuuming.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Movies: From Dumb To Very Smart

Virg and I saw three movies worth blogging about recently. Today, against my better judgment, Virg dragged me out to see Ben Stiller's Tropic Thunder. Rated 83% on Rotten Tomatoes, I was sure I'd be that 1-in-6 person who hates it. But I have to say, this movie is that rare dumb comedy that transcends its genre and pokes fun at dumb movies. A true meta-dumb movie. Virg and I laughed a lot. But don't get me wrong: It's pretty dumb.


(movie poster stolen from Wikipedia)

We also watched V For Vendetta couple days ago on DVD. It's a very cool movie. The story is sort of a 1984-totalitarian-government meets a charming-but-dark-knight. I'd tell you more, but I think we're the last people on earth to have seen it.


V and Evey, as seen by V and me

When Ravi was here a few weeks ago, he told me I had to see a movie called Primer, and that the less I knew about the movie beforehand the better. So, Virg and I finally watched it last week. First of all, it's only 78 minutes long. It was made on a budget of $7000 largely by just one guy, Shane Carruth, who wrote, directed, produced, starred in, edited, and composed the music for it. 15 minutes into the movie we were pretty unimpressed by it. The dialogue was so hard to catch that we had a hard time picking up on a plot to follow.


scene from Primer

But an hour later we were completely blown away by it. That's an hour later in movie time, but probably 2 hours of actual time if you take into account all the pausing to figure out what was happening. The plot turned out to be a puzzle as rich as movies like Memento or Usual Suspects, and no one could have understood this movie in one viewing. I've now watched it three times, and I think I understand most of it now. The movie is rated 72% on Rotten Tomatoes, and the reviews are sharply divided between the ones who understood it ("one of the best science fiction films") and the ones who just gave up ("one of the most wilfully obscure sci-fi movies ever made"). I will warn that this movie is not for the faint of brain, but that's what's so good about it. Although you're probably better off catching it on DVD, it turns out you can watch the movie online for free right now at:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3909854615539675694

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Enduring The Dark Knight

This blog has clearly become unstuck in time, because Virg is blogging about stuff from a couple days ago, while I'm still 3 weeks behind...

[Imagine some squiggly effects here and harp-playing to signify our journey back in time.]

Wednesday, July 16
Ate dinner at a Thai place in Shadyside called Typhoon, which featured mediocre food at monster prices. We could only afford a few appetizers before going home hungry.

Thursday, July 17
Filed my I-9 with CMU, so now I am "in the system." [The word "system" should echo for a bit.]

Friday, July 18
Not knowing anyone in Pittsburgh, we made our first effort to meet "friends of friends" by getting together with another work-from-home Oracle tech writer and his wife at the Double-Wide Grill in the South Side. We had a pretty good time with them, and the food was good, too. At one point we were talking about the Dark Knight movie we'd be seeing the next morning, and they said their 10-year-old was begging to see it. Having read a little about it, I warned that it didn't seem like a good movie for kids...

Saturday, July 19
Caught a 10am showing of the Dark Knight, and Virg and I left the theater feeling we had been beaten down for 2.5 hours. The movie gave Virg a headache (like its predecessor), and cast a dark shadow over the rest of our weekend. Contributing to this feeling were the movie's two strongest elements: Heath Ledger and the movie score.

I'll begin this post as a standard non-revealing movie review. Then I'll warn you when I'm about to spoil the movie by picking apart the ending and its message.

Ledger's portrayal of the Joker was creepy and horrific to watch. He was an unpredictable psychopath. And what made him so scary was that there was nothing cartoonish about the performance. He made you believe that this was truly a real human being with an extremely twisted mind. I agree with many who feel that Ledger's Oscar-worthy performance has earned his Joker a place among cinema's greatest villains. Don't send your 10-year-old to see him. How this movie pulled off a PG-13 rating is beyond me.

The movie score was dark and unrelenting, and where necessary, supported the Joker with musical elements of an equally perverse and unpredictably violent nature. But for the most part, the score is Hans Zimmer and James Newton Howard's bigger, darker, and more tragic take on the beautiful work they began in Batman Begins. Their romantic and pounding music has been looping in my head for the past few weeks now, and I can't get enough of it.

There's no debate about Ledger or the music. The rest of the movie has been harder to wrap my mind around. My first impression was that it wasn't as rich as Batman Begins, and was far more chaotic. The movie tries to follow a lot of characters. Often it seems pretty rushed and muddled. And there was a lot of stuff that seemed pretty stupid in the last 45 minutes--particularly the ferry predicament and the rapid and pointless decline of Two-Face. And I didn't find the ending very satisfying.


Harvey Dent learns of the bat signal.
[stolen from thedarkknight.warnerbros.com]

But here's the thing. The Dark Knight is now listed on IMDB as the #1 movie of all time. And the movie really sticks with you. So, is it a smart summer action movie, or is it a sometimes flawed attempt at something much bigger? It took several days of searching the Internet to find an intelligent discussion of the movie, but I found it in a comment posted on The Washington Independent from user drvictordavishj. His look at the movie elevates the Dark Knight to something much smarter and even politically relevant. He begins by writing, "... I would argue that the film is not necessarily all that pro-Batman."

And suddenly all the things that Batman does that seemed out-of-character for a superhero are completely explained away. He's not supposed to be a hero. You're not supposed to feel good about Batman's actions in the movie. That's what makes him a dark knight.

If you haven't seen the Dark Knight, stop reading now and skip to my account of the next day, which has a very good bit about ice cream. But then please go see the movie, because I'm dying to discuss it.


--- SPOILER ALERT ---


I'll begin spoiling the movie with the ferry scene. First of all, there's something very stupid going on here. The people of Gotham are placed in a "social experiment" where the rules of the game are given to them by the Joker--the character who has told us that "the only sensible way to live in this world is without rules." And true to his creed, the Joker has repeatedly lied to us. He tells Batman where he can find Rachel and Dent, but lies about who is at which address. He scares the people of Gotham into leaving the city without using the bridges and tunnels, apparently just so that he can trick them into taking the ferries he has rigged for his social experiment. Yet after all that, the people of Gotham continue to take him at his word regarding the rules of that experiment, and worse yet, the movie assumes that we in the audience will, too. This time, it turns out the Joker is not lying to us. But just a little while later, the movie assumes we'll believe his lie when he dresses his hostages up in the masks of his henchmen.

By the way, the Joker isn't the only one who lies to us in the movie, as drvictordavishj points out. Batman authors the biggest of these lies at the end of the movie, but Alfred also lies by burning Rachel's note, and Gordon lies to his own family by faking his death. Yes, these are all noble lies, but are we meant to applaud them, or to see them as tragic necessities? And even Harvey Dent lied to us when he told us he was Batman. Was he heroic, or was this perhaps the end of his heroism?

But back to the ferry. At first, I thought it was pretty lame that no one in Gotham was willing to save themselves by detonating the other ferry. Are we supposed to believe that Gotham is good after all? But after reading drvictordavishj's post, it's clear that the people of Gotham are not heroic. It would have been heroic to vote against detonating the other ferry, but that's not what they did. They voted to destroy it. They were just too gutless to fulfill that vote by taking the necessary action. They knew they needed to act outside the law, but were too weak to be vigilantes.

Another thing that bothered me at first, but I've since made peace with, I think. First, the Joker seeks to steal money and to charge the mob for his work. Then he burns his money anyway. And, first, the Joker tells us he wants to kill Batman. Then suddenly he's so strongly in favor of Batman's presence in the city that he decides not to kill Batman and even aims to have a man killed just for threatening to reveal Batman's identity. This inconsistency bugged me, but then I realized that inconsistency is the heart of the Joker's character. As he says, he is "an agent of chaos." He'll kill for sport, but then next time he'll spare a life just for the sport of it, too. Alfred has the key to the Joker's twisted mind when he says that "some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn."

Maybe the Joker knows what Alfred has figured out--that Batman created the circumstances that allowed the Joker to come to power, that the Joker needs Batman, and that without the Joker, there would be no need for Batman. As Alfred tells Bruce, "You crossed the line first, sir. You squeezed them [the mob], you hammered them to the point of desperation. And in their desperation they turned to a man they didn't fully understand."

On to the ending. IMDB'S Dark Knight page includes fragments of the movie's final dialogue:

BATMAN: Sometimes, truth isn't good enough, sometimes people deserve more. Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded.
...
GORDON: We'll have to hunt you.
BATMAN: You'll hunt me. You'll condemn me, you'll set the dogs on me. But that's what has to happen.
...
GORDON: Because he's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now ... and so we'll hunt him, because he can take it. Because he's not a hero. He's a silent guardian, a watchful protector ... a dark knight.

I didn't understand the difference between the hero we deserve and the hero we need, but I was sure it was the key to the movie. drvictordavishj explains it as follows:

"The key is the way Gordon draws a contrast between Dent 'the hero we need' versus the Dark Knight 'the hero we deserve.' Nolan [the writer and director] is saying that we need a law-abiding idealist, but that we don’t deserve him. He’s not saying it’s good to have a president who’s a wire-tapping torturer, merely that we don’t deserve any better. Nolan is ultimately saying that strong societies don’t tolerate Dark Knights. If we do, it’s only because we lack confidence in the institutions and values that we’ve inherited. After all, with all his gifts, Bruce Wayne could have easily been Harvey Dent, but because he lacks confidence in legitimate institutions and his moral inheritance, he’s not the philanthopist and healer that his father was. He’s the sign of a sick society.... This movie is about the tragedy of the White Knight, not the vindication of the Dark Knight. Nolan has already decided what Bruce Wayne really is."

You can find drvictordavishj's full comment and its context at:
http://washingtonindependent.com/view/batmans-dark-knight#comment_26224

And so it took the dark knight, the hero Gotham deserved, to lie to them that Harvey Dent had remained steadfast as their white knight, the hero they needed. As Alfred says to Bruce, "Endure, Master Wayne. Take it. They'll hate you for it. But that's the point of Batman, he can be the outcast. He can make the choice that no one else can make, the right choice."

The movie questions what right Batman has to operate outside the law, and why others can't do so as well. But it's not clear what the movie's answer is. Maybe he has the right simply because he's willing to do what no one else can. But then why don't those people who imitate Batman have that right, too? Because they're too weak to survive in that role? Or maybe Batman has this right because the corrupt city of Gotham has in some sense surrendered that right to him, through their failing institutions. Or maybe Batman doesn't have that right at all.


The good cop / bad cop routine? Not exactly. [stolen from thedarkknight.warnerbros.com]

In one of the most powerful scenes of the movie, the imprisoned Joker at last finds himself face-to-face with Batman. And in spite of his grim situation, there's no question that the Joker still has the upper hand, that he's still pushing Batman. Here's a snippet of the dialogue from the scene (from IMDB):

JOKER: You have all these rules and you think they'll save you.
...
BATMAN: I have one rule.
JOKER: Then that's the rule you'll have to break to know the truth.
BATMAN: Which is?
JOKER: The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules. And tonight you're gonna break your one rule.

I didn't know what the one rule was in the theater, but the Internet tells me it's that Batman will not willfully bring about a person's death. It's debatable how true he's been to that creed until this point in the movie. But the more interesting question is whether the Joker's prediction is right. Does Batman go on to break that one rule? Maybe the Joker thinks he can bring about so much chaos as to force Batman to choose to kill the Joker himself. I was certainly rooting for Batman to kill the Joker. That seemed like the only way he could save Gotham, especially when even its prison fails to hold the Joker. If that's what the Joker was hoping for, then Batman is victorious. As the Joker says at the end of the movie, "You truly are incorruptible aren't you? You won't kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness, and I won't kill you, because you're just too much fun."

Does Batman break his rule when Two-Face is killed? I doubt it, but I look forward to getting a closer look the next time I see the movie. Perhaps the most interesting question is: who wins in the end? Does Batman win because he is incorruptible, because he finds he can endure, because he does make the choices that no one else can? Or does the Joker win, because he has corrupted and destroyed Gotham's white knight, leaving Bruce Wayne unable to retire as Gotham's dark knight?

You are certainly meant to feel that the Joker has corrupted Harvey Dent, but I felt this transformation was too quick and implausible. And although the Joker was certainly responsible for Dent's physical condition, it's not clear that he really brought about Dent's transformation in character. The Joker's speech to Dent in the hospital is great writing, but it's hard to believe that it convinces Dent to turn on Batman and Gordon, when Dent should be blaming the Joker himself. I would have preferred if Dent was corrupted into operating outside the law to destroy the Joker, because his going after Batman and Gordon is just stupid.

After seeing the movie, I read a number of reviews that argued the movie should have ended 45 minutes earlier, with the Joker's speech to Dent and the image of him walking away from the exploding hospital in triumph. I admit there was probably a great ending there. Other people argued that including Harvey Dent made the movie too cluttered. Removing Harvey Dent would certainly leave us with a great summer movie, but it would also strip it of the richer questions of what it means to be heroic.

Early in the film, Dent tells Bruce Wayne that "You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain." The line struck me as a non sequitur introduced just to seem prophetic later, but I'm looking forward to watching the scene again. What does it mean? Does it mean that Dent believes no one can endure in the role of hero forever, that eventually any hero must sink to the ways of the villains? If so, Dent seems to acknowledge that he can't be triumphant in the role of hero--that it will take something less heroic in order to triumph. In the end, Batman endures, and perhaps triumphs, but not as a hero, for clearly he has sunk to the ways of the villains--in every way but one.


--- END OF SPOILER ---


Ok. I promise no more about Batman.


Sunday, July 20
Trying to break out of our foul post-Batman moods, we forced ourselves out into the oppressive heat, beginning our outing by trying the tiny lunches at the non-air-conditioned Kiva Han cafe on Craig Street in Oakland. Then we went across to the Carnegie Museum of Natural History (just days before I could have gotten my CMU discount). The highlight of the museum is definitely it's dinosaur exhibit. Not only do they have full skeletons for lots of dinosaurs, they've got them posed as if they're interacting among dirt and trees, or flying over your head. It doesn't have that sterile museum feeling, so it's really very cool. Also, it's literally very cool in the exhibit, so bring a jacket, no matter how hot it is outside.


"Dinosaurs In Their Time"
[stolen from a November 2007 article on www.happynews.com]

Next we ran down the street in the rain to get ice cream at Dave and Andy's near U. Pitt. I enjoyed some delicious cookies & cream with kahlua frozen yogurt, so glad to have finally found frozen yogurt in Pittsburgh.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Dust And Dad

Thursday, July 10
Turns out I've got to get the car inspected within 10 days of registering it. Just wanting to be done with all that, I take the car down to the same mechanic first thing in the morning, and by afternoon my ancient New Jersey registration sticker has been replaced by two PA stickers.

The Salvation Army people had finally picked up the old couch that had been left wasting away on the front porch, so I got this great idea to spend a couple minutes quickly running our new vacuum cleaner over the porch to finally clean it up. I'm feeling very pleased about halfway through when the vacuum starts smoking, so I decide to empty it. Turn it on again and it's still smoking. After just 30 seconds of use I notice it's full again. Now I empty it again, and this time I start reading the manual to get dust out of the various filters and hoses. There's dust spilling out everywhere, all over the porch again, covering the vacuum cleaner and my clothes, rising up as smoke, and I'm sure I'm breathing it in by the pound.

Another minute or so of vacuuming and it's still smoking. I dissect the vacuum again and it's completely full again, in all the filters and hoses. After a couple hours of this, the porch looks a little cleaner, but our trash can is half full of nothing but porch dust, and our poor brand new vacuum cleaner looks like it's just fought a war in the desert and aged 50 years. I use the dust buster to clean it off, and it's been sitting in the dining room ever since looking old and miserable. I've been scared to turn it on, sure it'll start spitting up plumes of porch dust all over our home.

In the evening, I met up for dinner at Lulu's with a student of mine who's in town for a summer program at CMU, during which time Virg bought the first flowers for her garden.

Friday, July 11
Virg planted her new flowers, while I hid inside feeling suddenly very sick, sneezing pretty much continuously all day. Virg thinks it's all that porch dust I inhaled, and I have this vision of my lungs looking like the insides of our vacuum cleaner. I managed to go out for lunch. We tried the nearby New Dumpling House, which turned out to be very good. I ate some udon soup between sneezes into my pile of tissues. In the evening I'm still sneezing too uncontrollably to get out for dinner, so Virg ordered in a couple sandwiches and more soup for me. I called my Dad to let him know that I may be too sick to see him the next day.

Saturday, July 12
I'm feeling the same in the morning, but Dad and Hilary decide they'll take their chances and come visit anyway. By late morning I'm feeling well enough to suggest that Virg and I go to a movie. We settle on a lunchtime showing of Pixar's Wall-E. We know it's got incredible reviews, but we haven't read any. I'm expecting something like Monsters, Inc., except with the wisecracks uttered by an unbearably adorable little robot.


stolen from http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/wall-e/

Being an early showing of a Disney movie, there are lots of little kids in the audience babbling through the previews. The movie starts, and holy crap there's no dialogue in it, and for a while there's just one character--a robot moving garbage around on a totally vacant post-apocalyptic world. But those mundane activities are given this sense of purpose somehow, and the robot is so expressive. 40 minutes into the movie and still no dialogue, but we find ourselves hanging on every movement on screen, with no idea how the story will unfold. And all those little kids are silently engrossed by the movie, too. The movie is like poetry, and we're finding ourselves choked up by it (or perhaps by Thomas Newman and Peter Gabriel's beautiful soundtrack). And although it eventually settles into something a little more formulaic, it's my clear pick so far for the best movie of 2008.

After the movie, Dad and Hilary arrived. We showed them our home, and in the evening, we all went to the fancy Capital Grille steakhouse in downtown (a place that would have to pay a hefty fine if Dave Barry had succeeded in passing his Extra 'e' Tax).

Sunday, July 13
The four of us drove into downtown and parked there, and in accordance with a Pittsburgh tradition, we walked across the Roberto Clemente bridge to PNC Park to see the Pirates lose. But, ah, what a stadium, with its fantastic view of the Pittsburgh skyline across the river. For dinner, we ate well at the Rock Bottom Brewery in the Waterfront.


walking across the bridge to PNC Park


the view from our seats

Monday, July 14
Virg stayed home and worked while Dad, Hilary, and I walked from our home to my future office at CMU, to Shadyside (where we had lunch at Pamela's Diner), and back through Forbes/Murray. It was a great walk in unusually great weather. Must have been over 6 miles. And it was good to learn that I really can walk to Shadyside from either CMU or home.


Dad and I outside my future building

In the evening, the four of us tried the nearby Murray Avenue Grill for dinner, which was fairly good.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

License And Registration (And Other Complaints)

Ack! I'm getting way behind in this blog, and Virg is now out-publishing me. No good. I'll attempt to speed through a whole bunch of boring stuff.

Saturday, June 28
Virg had already ditched me to see Sex And The City when it opened, but at long last she went to the theater to watch it with me. It was ok. The first hour was stupid, and then it got really stupid, but then if you were willing to buy all that stupidity, the final 90 minutes of this never-ending movie were actually fairly good. For dinner we tried a random Chinese place near us called Chopsticks. As the only customers that night, we were pretty unimpressed, but stayed for a long time anyway, to avoid another typically crazy Pittsburgh lightning storm outside.

Monday, June 30
We found a great random Chinese/Japanese place for lunch on Murray Ave. In the evening, we bought an air conditioning unit for our room, although it took us several days to bother installing it. With all these AC window units, we can't technically lower the temperature much, but it sure feels a lot cooler in here. (We're dreading our first electric bill.) Anyway, we celebrated by pigging out on the yummy Chocolate Raspberry Passion dessert at the Rock Bottom brewery.

Tuesday, July 1
I figured there was no immediate rush to deal with the DMV. Well, back when I was still living in California, I got a bill to re-register my car, and I thought, "Why would I pay money to register my car in California, when I'll already be in Pittsburgh by the time it kicks in?" And so we moved to Pittsburgh, and one day I realized I had let my CA registration run out, leaving us to drive an unregistered vehicle. Not good.

Well, it turns out you can't register a vehicle in Pennsylvania without (1) a Pennsylvania driver's license and (2) Pennsylvania auto insurance. And it also turns out you really need the driver's license in order to get the insurance. So what do you need to get a PA driver's license? Many things, but most importantly, you either need a birth certificate (don't have this) or a passport. No problem. I've got a passport--good for ten years. But a quick glance showed that the ten years were due to run out in two days. Holy crap! Time to run over to the DMV!

Ok. The DMV turns out to be called PennDOT here, probably because it fails to live up to the competent and friendly customer service you'd generally associate with a real DMV. The nearest PennDOT turned out to be all the way out in Monroeville, and it turns out they only do driver's licenses there--no registrations. So, Virg and I show up having no idea if we've got the right paperwork with us, just hoping to talk to someone and ask what we need. The take-a-number machine assigns us number 450. No problem. We're lucky enough to grab a couple of empty seats, and we look at the numbers lit up above the two desks in front of us, and we see that they're on number 390! About 10 minutes later, we look up and see that they're still on 390. Ugh.

And so we waited in those uncomfortable seats for over 2 hours.

Finally they reached 450. The employee who helped us was very friendly and professional, and it turns out that *phew* we actually have everything we need to get our licenses! The waiting was not in vain! Still, we must have been at that desk for over 10 minutes. The employee is very impressed that we've actually filled out the form to get a license. I guess most Pennsylvanians aren't as bright. At one point he starts scribbling a bunch of stuff on a piece of paper, and we wait silently for him to finish. A couple minutes later he gives us the paper, and on it he's written the names and locations of several restaurants he likes in the area (completely illegible, of course). No wonder it took forever for them to call our number! Considering half the people waiting there are new to the area, you'd think this guy might want to have pre-xeroxed a whole stack of illegible restaurant suggestions.

Anyway, now that that's done, it's time to take a number to wait to have our photos taken, thus immortalizing the haircut I'd gotten that morning. Thankfully, this goes pretty quickly, and they print off our new temporary Pennsylvania driver's licenses--good for 14 days. Our "official" driver's licenses would be arriving in the mail. But here's what doesn't make any sense. The temporary IDs aren't crudely-typed folded pieces of paper. They're full-fledged (I love fledging!) plasticky bar-coded cards, sporting two exhausted-looking photos of me (now in both medium and large sizes!), and covered in all sorts of intricate holograms. When our "official" driver's licenses finally arrived in the mail a week later, they were pretty much identical to the temporary ones--except these didn't have the word TEMPORARY stamped across them in red. So why bother with the temporaries if they have the facilities to issue the real things?

Wednesday, July 2
The painter arrived to paint our bedroom this cool light chocolate color that Virg picked out. (It took her all of 2 seconds to decide among the thousands of shades of brown at Lowe's, and it turned out to be a fantastic choice.) All the white paint in our bedroom and on all the moldings and doorways had dark smudges and fingerprints, etc., so thankfully our landlord agreed to have someone paint over it all. So, for a week we had a painter hanging out in our house during the day. He proved to be a nice guy and a pretty good painter who got through a lot of painting very quickly. Still, we were just a little uncomfortable having a stranger in our house, so I picked up a lot of takeout sandwiches for lunch. And we got to try out our guest room bed on the first night when our room was only half-painted.


our newly painted room, featuring new air conditioner unit

Also, we watched Futurama's next movie installment: "The Beast With A Billion Backs"--not nearly as clever as "Bender's Big Score".

Friday, July 4
Virg had the day off, so we spent lunchtime at the movies seeing The Incredible Hulk. It only proved to be incredible for the first half of the movie, in which the script took time to focus on Bruce Banner's struggle to lead a normal life (and Ed Norton was awesome). The second half was just stupid, with the characters making a series of implausible decisions just to pave the way for a contrived final big battle between the Hulk and another giant mutant.

In the evening, we went to the Monroeville Mall to watch fireworks. The fireworks were ok, but the audience was pretty trashy, and going home, it took us 30 minutes to get out of the mall traffic.

Saturday, July 5
Our first visitor arrived--Virg's friend Jen from Ohio! We spent the afternoon exploring Pittsburgh's exciting Strip District. And what's so exciting about it? Don't know. We were bored of this large seedy run-down area in just 10 minutes. Apparently they have cool farmer's-market-type things in the mornings, and then I guess it reverts back to being a dump.

Sunday, July 6
Virg tried out some fancy market called the Food Co-op, which I'm sure she'll want to write all about. Then she and Jen spent the day doing girly shopping. In the evening, we went out for a fancy dinner at an Italian place called Girasole in Shadyside. So yummy good...


Mr. M shows off for Jen by doing battle with his classic arch-nemesis: the DVD player.


Note the new WRISTSTRONG bracelet Virg is sporting to show her solidarity with her husband and Stephen Colbert and other heroic athletes suffering from wrist injuries.


Mr. Guy studies geography.


Ohio State alums know how to party!

The next morning, Jen left and the painter returned.

Wednesday, July 9
Finally, our driver's licenses had arrived in the mail, thereby letting me get the car insured. At last, enough pieces had fallen into place to solve the unregistered car problem. We were grateful to learn you can avoid the PennDOT beast by registering through AAA. On the PennDOT web site, we learned that you need "to bring the following items with you" to register your car:
  • title
  • proof of pennsylvania insurance
  • completed form MV-1 [not availabe online. must be completed by authorized agent]
  • tracing of the VIN [or verification by an inspection mechanic]
Tracing of the VIN? It took us a while to figure out this meant literally rubbing a pencil on tracing paper over the vehicle ID number just under the windshield. Problem is, there's just the tiniest space to get in there, and no way to get any leverage to rub a pencil over it. Crayons didn't help either. Clearly I had to get it verified by an inspection mechanic. Problem is, there's no way to find these mysterious people.

After a great deal of searching, I found a list online of all inspection mechanics in the state of Pennsylvania. Downloaded it. Put it into Excel. Sorted by zip code. For everything in our zip, I searched on google maps to find the closest one. Called them, and I got this very helpful guy on the phone, who said he could verify the VIN any time, but I'd need to get the MV-1 form for him. Ugh.

I call AAA to get one of these forms, and I get this horribly rude woman, who says they don't allow the form out of the building. Well, can they verify my VIN at AAA? Only the inspection mechanic can do that. Ok, how do I do this if I can't get the form to the mechanic? They tell me to get a different form, MV-41.

I find the form online, and the first two blanks call for my Pennsylvania title number and registration plate number. (If I had these, I wouldn't need to go through this stupid process in the first place!) To make matters worse, the back of the form states "This application can only be used to correct typographical error of one digit, transposition of two digits, or if the vehicle's engine number has been erroneously recorded as the Vehicle Identification Number (VIN)." This doesn't sound like the right form at all. I call AAA back. Same nasty woman, insisting again that I take this form to the mechanic.

So I do. The mechanic is kind and helpful, and takes care of me immediately. He doesn't balk at the form, so maybe it's the right one after all. He tells me, "I don't know why they tell you to get a tracing. I've never seen a car where it was possible to trace the VIN." Thanks, PennDOT.

Armed with everything but MV-1, I drive my unregistered vehicle over to AAA. I take a number. 26. Wait for a minute. Someone calls "25? 26?" And I'm being helped immediately by a refreshingly pleasant woman. Turns out I've got everything I need, since she fills out MV-1 for me without my ever seeing it. A couple minutes later and they hand me my new registration and license plate. I drive home, take off the CA plates, put on the PA plate (no front plate in PA), and my car is legal at last. Woo hoo!

Virg and I celebrated in the evening by going to a restaurant called Bravo's at the Waterfront. It was a lot like a Macaroni Grill, and we both really enjoyed what we ordered.