Archive for February 2005

Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Early in the weekend, I purchased Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy from audible.com. I have been listening to the audiobook on my iPod at every opportunity — while thinking about going to lunch, while waiting in line to order my lunch, while eating lunch, during a repair session for my parents’ ailing computer, and while driving in my car to and fro between thinking, eating, and repairing.

I have to say that I just absolutely love this book. I grew up reading the Hitchhiker series, a trilogy in five parts, written by the late British author Douglas Adams, who sadly died of a heart attack at the age of 49 in 2001.

As a teenager, I listened to the radio show and watched every episode of the short-lived TV series (there were only 6 episodes). My paperback copies are in very poor condition from being read so many times throughout my youth, but still sit alongside alongside what I consider to be the other great trilogies of my youth — J.R.R. Tokein’s Lord of the Rings and Madeleine L’Engle’s Wrinkle in Time. None of the books in the other trilogies appear to have suffered through as many repeated late-night readings as the Hitchhiker books, which contain many dog-eared pages loosely held between the dangling and taped covers.

“Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small, unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.” — The opening sentence of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

For the uninitiated, I should mention that the five books in the series are The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (1979), The Restaurant at the End of the Universe (1980), Life, the Universe and Everything (1982), So Long, and Thanks For All the Fish (1984), and Mostly Harmless (1992). From the titles, you might guess that the contents of the books are somewhat silly, and you would be right.

If you’ve never read them, then you should. A word of warning though: you will either get the humor or you won’t. I don’t say that to be rude or anything, but I have met many people who just don’t like the sarcasm, seemingly pointless banter, and the odd characters and situations that Adams created in his books. And then I’ve met so many more people who love these stories just as much as I do!

What fascinates me most about the books is how the humor, wit, and thought combine together in such unique ways throughout every chapter. There are passages, which at first read, make me double over in laughter at the sheer silliness of it all. Then on second and third read, the same words cause me to become lost in thought as I consider the implications of the underlying social commentary and scientific theories held within each sentence.

I find it difficult to speak about the books without also mentioning more about the author. To understand the series, it may be necessary to understand something more about Douglas Adams. He was a satirist, an author, an “honorary” scientist, a thinker, a visionary, and a great supporter of technology (he reportedly owned the first Macintosh sold in the UK). I should point out that Adams was an avowed atheist, yet from what I see in his writings, he was the sort of man who never stopped questioning the existence and implications of a god in the universe. I completely respect that. That’s more than some religious people ever do. I’ve always thought of Adams as the modern-day Mark Twain, if you would forget that Twain was still alive at what might be considered the beginnings of the modern day.

I don’t have the space or time at the moment to say as much as I would like to about Douglas Adams. I’ll have to return to that at another point. I can only say that I would have loved to have met him while he lived and that I know he is sadly missed by many.

Read Lament for Douglas by Richard Dawkins or maybe some of Adam’s own words for a better perspective.

I’ll be off listening to the rest of the audiobook on my iPod while you read. Enjoy!

“Douglas’s ear for science was finely tuned. He thought like a scientist, but was much funnier.” — Richard Dawkins, eulogy for Douglas Adams, September, 17, 2001

This is rather as if you imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, ‘This is an interesting world I find myself inóan interesting hole I find myself inófits me rather neatly, doesnít it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!í This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, itís still frantically hanging on to the notion that everythingís going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for.” — Douglas Adams, Is there an Artificial God?

Other Hitchhiker-related Links:

There’s going to be a new movie based on the books in theaters starting in April 2005. That’s awesome!

There’s a great Wiki on Douglas Adams, the trilogy, and notable phrases.

And here’s an impressive Wiki listing characters, places, and things mentioned in the series with page references: The Ultra-Complete Index to the Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

“First we thought the PC was a calculator. Then we found out how to turn numbers into letters with ASCII — and we thought it was a typewriter. Then we discovered graphics, and we thought it was a television. With the World Wide Web, we’ve realized it’s a brochure.” — Douglas Adams



I See God Sometimes

In pain, I cry.
In tears, I see You.

In happiness, I smile.
In laughter, I see You.

In hope, my heart soars.
In faith, my mind knows.
In love, I see You.

In a smile, a kiss, an embrace,
I see You.

In the eyes of a friend,
In the words of a child,
In the caring heart of a dear old soul,
I see You.

I see You.
I know You.
I love You.



Noodling

I caught the end of Okie Noodling on PBS tonight. Noodling is the art and sport of catching catfish with one’s barehands. Pretty interesting and unique documentary from what I saw.

The film was part of a series called SXSW Presents airing Fridays for the next six weeks on KLRU, the local PBS station in Austin, Tx. The series is showcasing the best of the documentary films from previous years of the SXSW Film Festival.

Next Fridays film, “Los Trabajadores/The Workers,” is described as “examining the misperceptions and contradictions inherent in America’s dependence on immigrant labor.”

FYI: SXSW Festival begins on March 11, 2005. I think I’m going to some of the interactive portion this year if possible.

UPDATE: I wanted to point out that there is a trailer available on the Okie Noodling website.



Link for Cat

I found a link to Cat Prin (tailor of cat) at engrish.com. The site is described as “hilarious Japanese site featuring outfits for your cat.” I’m sure the retailers of the outfits are quite serious.

Be sure to scroll down the page to see the photos of the cats modeling the outfits.

If you’ve never taken the time to visit engrish.com, set aside a little time today and enjoy.



Still Keeping Count

This is post #453.

It is so much easier and quicker to reach post #500 when I insert meaningless posts such as this.

You do realize, of course, that you won’t be getting these 10 seconds of your life back. Right?



Relient K

On the way home from work today, I heard a song by Relient K called “Be My Escape.” I can’t say that I have many of Relient K’s songs in my collection (I have 3), but I do enjoy their songs when I catch them on the local Christian radio station. Unfortunately, they don’t get played very often.

So I was surprised today to hear their song being played on the local Top 40 mix music station. Good for them!

Their latest album, mmhmm, was released back in November 2004, but I guess I haven’t been following along very well. Like I said, I only have three of their songs… two of which are from a Veggie Tales album.

For those of you unfamiliar with this band, I would describe Relient K as a pop punk band influenced by Christian beliefs. Very driving tunes with deep lyrics. In the past, they have toured with Five Iron Frenzy and the Supertones. Basically, they are a another deserving and talented Christian band that has been picked up into the mainstream a la Switchfoot, Jars of Clay, et al.

In “Be My Escape,” I was struck by these lyrics.

And this life sentence that I’m serving/I admit that I’m every bit deserving/But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair

And the end of the song:

I fought You for so long/I should have let You in/Oh how we regret those things we do/And all I was trying to do was save my own skin/But so were You/So were You

A full version of “Be My Escape” is available on Gotee Records’ website. Choose the song in “theplaya’.” Also available on the same site is the Relient K song titled “Who I Am Hates Who I’ve Been.”

And if you haven’t had enough, you can listen to three more of their songs at purevolume.com or 30-second clips of the album here.

Or you can simply go buy the album now: GrassrootsMusic.com or iTunes Music Store.

And here is an independent review in case you don’t believe me. This is good stuff. :-)

I now have 17 songs by Relient K.



Keeping Count

This is post #451.



A Long Winter’s Nap

I curled up on the couch not long after arriving home from work today, exhausted from a long day at work and congested from a lingering sinus infection. I thought that I would take a brief refreshing nap before tackling my ever-growing to-do list.

As I awoke from my nap, I realized that it was dark outside. I had no sense of the time. It felt as if I had slept through the night. I was surprised that I could sleep so long, but then again, maybe that was just what I needed. I didn’t get anything on my list done, but I felt much better. I figured I could sleep for another hour or so before I would need to get up, take a shower, and head to work again.

I fumbled for my glasses, sat up slowly, and focused in on the clock across the room — thirty minutes until midnight — hmmm… almost my normal bedtime.

My sleep schedule is a bit off-kilter at the moment. I have had a number of nights of somewhat restless sleep over the last week.

In the past, I have rarely remembered my dreams, but over the last four or five nights, I have remembered quite a few — some very random, some happy ones, and some just quite disturbing. My mind seems to be processing through thoughts and images from this last year. I am more than happy to revisit some of these memories, but there are those from this past year’s difficult moments which I wouldn’t mind avoiding for a bit longer.

I have read that a remembered dream means that REM sleep — the deepest part of the sleep cycle — is being interrupted. If that is true, then I know why I have felt so tired in the last days. (Well, that and the previously mentioned sinus infection.)

Now it’s 3:30 in the morning and I’m finally settling back in for the night.

On a side note, I was reading a little about dreams and came across a passage in Chapter 40 of the book of Genesis. My interpretation: It is better to be a cupbearer than a baker.



Good times

For Valentine’s Day, my friend Curt wrote a sweet story titled A Valentine’s Memory about the early years of his relationship with his wife.

Curt and I shared an apartment together during those wonderyears, so I had a front-row seat to the “we’re just friends” stage and eventual engagement. Good times. Good times.



Cookies!

It’s Girl Scout Cookies time!!!

At $3.00 per box… and I have a $10 bill… and let’s see, how many cookies are in a box?… that equals a lot of sugar for Jeff.

My mother was a Girl Scout leader for years. My sister was a Girl Scout too. From the time I was about 3 years old until I was around 8 or 9, I was essentially the local Girl Scout troop’s mascot/tag-a-long.

When I was old enough to pull a wagon full of cookies around the neighborhood, my sister and her best friend put me to work. I’m not sure if it was their idea or my mom’s insistence that got me the job. I was probably 5 or 6 years old at the time. I think my wages was a box or two of cookies. Sounds like a good deal to me.

UPDATE: February 16, 2005 — I now have in my possession a box of Thin Mints, and I am happy.