A guy who knows R. Crumb decides to write a comic book about his life. This movie follows him from there, through his marriage, a bout with cancer, adoption of his daughter, and up to the movie itself. A fabulous bio, very original.
We’ve been wanting to see a classical music performance for a while now. Tonight we finally made our way to Boettcher Concert Hall in Denver to hear the Colorado Symphony Orchestra play this program:
Mozart Concerto for Flute and Harp in C major
Schubert Konzertstueck in D major for Violin and Orchestra
Kreisler Caprice Viennois, Tambourin Chinois, Liebesleid, Liebesfreud
Beethoven Symphony No. 2 in D major
One of those days. We get to crag late, it’s busy, and the climb that is free is cold and shady. Neither of use climb very well. We’re hoping that too much climbing in the gym isn’t ruining our footwork.
I recently took Amazon up on their offer to sell my books after I’ve read them. I had accumulated more books than will fit on my shelf, and was contemplating giving them away anyway. Instead, I listed them for sale on Amazon at the current lowest price and sat back to see what would happen. The first night my copy of James Joyce’s Ulysses (long ago given up on), flew off the shelf to a student in New York city. In quick succession I shipped my copies of Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged, Frederic Dannen’s Hit Men, and Mark Helprin’s A Soldier of the Great War to locations all over the country. The monetary income from these sales will do little more than pay for materials (Amazon pays shipping), but it’s fun to see what’s in demand, and the power of a low price in a big market. Orders have slowed down now. My remaining titles for sale must be less popular, or competitors are selling them for nothing. Let me know if you want one, and maybe I’ll drop the price for you 
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I’ve been inspired by my Mom’s book, Great Lakes Nature, to start identifying a new plant on my outings. For this one, I picked the tree behind Jezze in this picture.
I’ve also taken a closeup of the needles and cones of the tree, and the bark. Each cone has a single seed inside. Anyone care to guess what it is?
We headed up the Poudre canyon to Greyrock trail with our friend Alan today. It’s a hike we’ve had our eye on, and we wanted to scope out the climbing potential too. After a couple of miles of good climbing, the peak comes into view. It looks like about 600 feet of granite dome. One climbing party is finishing off a pitch. The rock looks like good and solid, not very steep, with lots of cracks. We imagine an overnight climbing outing this summer might be in order. The trail to the top gets a little tricky to follow, but offers a fabulous view of the area.
A young girl defies the values of her Maori culture when she feels called to become a Chief. Told convincingly without getting overly sentimental. It made me ponder (as The Gods Must Be Crazy did) what the ramifications are for a culture that is thrust suddenly into a global environment that other cultures have had a couple of millenia to adapt to.
This is a six-episode series by A&E based on the C.S. Forester novels featuring british naval hero Horatio Hornblower. We’ve been watching these here and there over the past weeks. I haven’t read Forester’s books, but these movies border on naval Harlequin romances. Obstacles and enemies are carefully constructed for Horatio to demolish with utter charm and humility. Nonetheless, a few days after watching each episode we found ourselves anticipating the next one. Hopefully the last, most ludicrous installment has cured us of this addiction. (I imagine a revolutionary era naval buff would go nuts over these things).
To my amazement, Jonathan Ley continues to produce a revision of his Continental Divide Trail Maps every year. For this set he sifted through hundreds of our scribbled-on maps and incorporated our more useful notes. I’d love to see these available as an online resource someday (currently he offers them on CD only).
I don’t know whether this movie was supposed to be a campy satire, a serious drama, or a Shakespearean tragedy. Maybe all of the above. The mix can be a bit quixotic, but there’s no doubt that it’s good.
