Because I'm usually the last to see a film (this one is from 1989), I won't worry about spoilers, but if you haven't seen it, be warned that this post will reveal both too little and too much of the story.
The movie had been recommended by several people, so when I found it on Netflix I put it in the queue, and last week it worked its way to the top. I found it an engaging and moving film, but it wasn't until the next day that I realized why it troubled me. (More)Mommy, It's a Renoir! was the title of a book about art appreciation for children that I fell in love with many years ago. To my chagrin, by the time I decided we could afford to buy the set, it was no longer available.
Thus I was thrilled to discover that the program is back in print. Once a homeschooler, always a homeschooler, especially when one has nephews and grandchildren to consider. For reasons I can't imagine, the exciting title has been changed to How to Use Child-Size Masterpieces. Could they have tried to make it sound more boring? (More)
Kingdom of Children: Culture and Controversy in the Homeschooling Movement (Princeton Studies in Cultural Sociology), by Mitchell Stevens (Princeton University Press, 2001)
I've forgotten what led me to find Kingdom of Children, but from the reviews on amazon.com I knew I had to read it. I have been trying to explain to our own family some of the homeschooling controversies of the late 80's and early 90's, and why I emerged with prejudices against certain people and organizations they are even now encountering, such as the Home School Legal Defense Association, even though we were members, and Josh Harris—though the latter is a case of visiting the sins of the father on the son, which I realize is unfair. If they want to understand, this book would be a good starting point. They won't get enough information to know much of the whys and wherefors of my concerns—the author is too objective, too nice for that—but they will get a general picture of the history of the era. (More)
I need Porter.
I'm not in this case referring to the fact that he has a good job and my employable skills are a quarter century out of date.
Nor to the fact that when I say I'd be lost without him, I mean that literally. Oh, I can navigate pretty well and even find my car in the parking lot if I put my mind to it. The trouble is, my mind is usually elsewhere entirely.
Nor because it's wonderful to have someone around who can work on the roof without getting all faint-hearted and weak-kneed.
I'm not even talking about emotional support; the security of knowing someone cares if I'm late coming home; arms to comfort and a shoulder to cry on; tender words of respect and encouragement; a friendly presence in the house, and on the other side of the bed.
Not even love. (More)
First a confession: We have recently gone over to the Dark Side. That is, we joined Netflix.
Despite our firm convictions that television and movies on the whole are an assault on the mind and spirit, as well as a waste of time, we are not total Luddites and appreciate that the video medium has its good purposes. One of which might occasionally be simply relaxing with one's family. :) (More)Round Ireland with a Fridge, by Tony Hawks (St. Martin's Press, New York, 2000)
This is Janet's book, given to her by a friend when she graduated from college. I try to treat other people's books with greater respect than I do my own—and that's saying a lot. Nevertheless, I must confess the damage done to Round Ireland with a Fridge when I spewed a fresh mouthful of iced tea all over one of its pages. It's the kind of book where one loses control of the laugh reflex. (More)If I'd known how big a project book cataloguing would be, I'm not sure I would have had the courage to start, but now that it's done, I'm quite pleased with it. There's a link to it here, and on the sidebar, and on the Sursum Corda home page. I'm not yet ready to leave it open to any and all web crawlers, so there's a small amount of security associated with it. Family members can get in the same way you access the Family News page. If you're a friend who happens to want to browse in this library, please e-mail me, and I'll be happy to open the door to you.
C. S. Lewis once quipped that the only books we will have in heaven will be ones we gave away or lent on earth. This is a lending library; if you see something you'd like to read that's not in your own public library, please ask! (More)Having written recently about my love of student recitals, I have to mention that we went to a Florida Symphony Youth Orchestra concert yesterday. In my limited, and admittedly biased opinion, they are far and away the best student orchestra in the area. Not perfect: Depending on whose philosophy happens to be strongest at the time, the emphasis is sometimes more on education than on making music. As most of you know, I strongly believe that real learning more often takes place in an atmosphere of "let's do something wonderful and important together" than in a "Me Teacher, You Student" situation.
Be that as it may, the FSYO is the best game in town for a young person who wants to play good orchestral repertoire, and it's good listening, too. The only reason we don't attend more of their concerts is that there are so many other great things to do in life. (More)We had so much fun last year at the Mad Cow Theatre's Orlando Cabaret Festival: It Was a Very Good Year that it wasn't hard to decide to return. As we had last year, we gilded the lily by eating dinner at the nearby Napasorn Thai restaurant, although this time we saved a whole lot of money by dining there without buying the parking/show/dinner package. We lost out on parking, though. There was some big bash going on downtown, which meant we paid a flat "event parking" fee of $5 instead of 50 cents/hour it should have been. Ah, well. Last time we parked in Boston it cost some $32, so I guess I shouldn't complain.
Whereas last year we chose the earliest possible date (1925), this year we picked the latest: 1949. This time I recognized 15 out of the 19 songs, some of which I hadn't heard in many years, so it was quite natsukashii. (More)I like vegetables, especially if they're raw, but in many ways I have not recovered from my childhood opinion that vegetables are something you eat because they're good for you. Occasionally I encounter a vegetable dish that erodes my prejudice, and this is one of them. It can hardly even be called a recipe, but I share it anyway because it was so good. (More)
So who is Celia Nicklin? Beats me, but she is responsible for my getting up before five o'clock this morning.
I awoke at 4:20; although I normally have no trouble falling back to sleep at such an hour, today the process was taking a little longer, so I turned on the radio to distract my mind. I came in on the tail end of a Chopin piano piece, then heard the next selection announced: Johann Vanhal's Symphony in g minor. You all know Vanhal, right? Neither do I. Nor had I heard of the London Mozart Players. Perhaps I'm just ignorant; perhaps there's good reason: in any case, I was back asleep after only a few bars. (More)A warm smile is the universal language of kindness. — William Arthur Ward
Why the Rest Hates the West: Understanding the Roots of Global Rage, by Meic Pearse (Intervarsity Press, Downers Grove, Illinois, 2004)
This is not a book review; not yet. I long to write about Meic Pearse's book, but it deserves a detailed and extensive review which I cannot at the moment accomplish. Rather than wait entirely until I can put in the requisite time and effort, however, I'm posting this placeholder, because this is an incredibly valuable book! Its somewhat unfortunate title calls to mind the hand-wringing post-9/11 whine, "Why do they hate us?" but Why the Rest Hates the West is a serious, insightful analysis of the chasm between modern Western culture—more precisely, "anti-culture"—and the rest of the world that no one with more than a few years left on this earth can afford to ignore.
Find the book! Read it! Then come back here and tell me what you think.
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Janet has a remarkable memory for faces, especially if seen in a dramatic/musical context. I'll never forget when she was 13 years old, and immediately recognized the new high school chorus intern years after seeing him perform—in a video, on a small-screen television, in a non-speaking part—in a college opera production.
My memory for faces is quite the opposite. I have a hard time recognizing good friends out of context! What I've seen in print, however, is another story. (More)The Well-Educated Mind, by Susan Wise Bauer (W W Norton & Co, NY 2003)
The Well-Educated Mind reminds me of Mortimer Adler's How to Read a Book, only it's less intimidating. In a time when most people who can read, don't, and in which teachers are thrilled if their students read anything at all, no matter how worthless or even harmful, it's sobering to be reminded that—avid reader as I am—there is a world of reading far beyond the level of attention I bring to a book. My palate can distinquish between a white wine and a red, and can distinguish each from kerosene, but the sophisticated analysis of even a moderate expert is beyond by attainment. Susan Wise Bauer encourages me to believe it is not beyond my reach, however.
This may be what those annoying English teachers were trying so unsuccessfully to convey when they sucked all the fun out of a book by their analysis. If so, I missed the point altogether, because Bauer's approach—which incorporates historical, social, and literary context along with what amounts to a serious paying attention to what one reads—is both challenging and intriguing. In reality, I have to admit my list of books to read once, let alone three times with note-taking, is intimidating as it is. Still, I've already gained just by reading this book. (Once only, and even so not quite all of the extensive readings section before I had to return it to the library.)
Like The Well-Trained Mind, The Well-Educated Mind would be worthwhile for the extensive list (with summaries) of recommended reading alone. (More)