Short Stories, Light and Dark

I just finished two collections of short stories, chosen seemingly at random.  I basically picked these up because their covers intrigued me, having heard nothing about them.  Also, I’m a fan of short stories as they are often a quick read but can contain very powerful statements about the human situation.

These two collections are very different.  The first, Men and Cartoons by Jonathan Lethem, is an exploration, in some sense, of the superhero genre, though some of the stories touch more on science fiction than pure superheroics.  But, more than that, these are just devices for Lethem to explore human personalities.  In some cases, the protagonists aren’t even human, like in Interview with the Crab, in which a crab, who starred in a sit-com as a youngster, is interviewed in his later years about his fame and fortune.  Super Goat Man is about one near-hero, a guy who really has no powers except he looks a bit like a goat, and how he never lives up to being a hero.

All of these stories explore different quirks of people.  At times, I felt the stories were a little flat, though there were definitely times, like in The Spray and The Shape We’re In, which describes a cell’s adventures in a human body, when I wondered how the hell he came up with this stuff. Some of the stories are definitely inventive and pretty way out there, making the overall collection well worth the read, even if in a couple of cases, I was growing a little bored.

The second collection is Rashomon by Ryunosuke Akutagawa.  I was intrigued by the title as I had seen the movie Rashomon by Akira Kurasawa in college, a movie which I really enjoyed and highly recommend.  It wasn’t clear to me there was a connection, but I picked it up anyways.  And, indeed, there is a connection.  Though, it is a little convoluted, as Akutagawa’s story Rashomon has little to do with the movie.  It is rather In a Bamboo Grove that inspired the movie Rashomon.  I enjoyed most of the stories in this collection.  They start out with his fiction, usually set in feudal Japan, and explore the human experience by putting people in odd situations.  In a Bamboo Grove describes a death from multiple perspectives, giving each person’s take on what happened, including the victim.  Hell Screen is about a painter who is commissioned to paint a screen with the Bhuddist hell depicted on it and the events that occur to complete the painting.  The later stories move into more modern territory, but no less odd events.  One describes a man who dies at the wrong time and is returned to life with the legs of a horse as his had already rotted.  The last few stories are more autobiographical and describe Akutagawa’s descent into madness (he ultimately committed suicide).  While I think it is very hard to convey the despair that someone must go through in such a state.  I’ve read Plath’s The Bell Jar and just didn’t feel the anguish she was trying to convey.  I feel it a little bit more here, as Akutagawa describes the random things that end up tormenting him.  In all the stories, Akutagawa has a unique perspective and is inventive in his subjects.  This is another collection that I enjoyed and would recommend.

Superbowl XLIII – A good game, disappointing ending

Another Superbowl, another Steelers appearance.

I have a running bet with my brothers and, if the Steelers won (again), I’d owe (again).  So, of course, I was rooting against the Steelers.  And, I don’t dislike the Cardinals, so I was all for the Cards winning.

The game started out alright, with the Cards stopping the Steelers on a couple of drives.  I mean, one of those stops was necessary after that running into the holder penalty, which seemed a bit ticky-tacky, but still, the Card defense was pretty impressive.  And stopping Big Ben at the goal was pretty damn impressive.  The team as a whole had too many penalties, started the game off sloppy.  But, they were still in it, holding the Steelers to just 10 points and starting to come alive offensively.  First they got the one touchdown to the tight end, and then, after getting that tipped interception, were about to score again to finish the first half ahead.  Then, Warner throws that interception, returned for a TD, the longest play in the history of the Superbowl (not sure how many times I heard that).  Not the best way to end the first half, and a bit disappointing that no one on the offense can tackle worth a damn.

The second half got really exciting as the Cards mounted a comeback.  Two TDs to Fitzgerald, one of them for 64 yards as he blew by the secondary, made it a game and put the Cards ahead.  And the Steelers were getting sloppy too, with the holding penalty in the end zone for the safety, the personal foul for hitting.  It looked like the Cards might actually win.  The left the Steelers only a couple of minutes to try to tie the game.  But, for some reason, the Card D decided they didn’t need to defend Holmes any more.  First the first down.  Then the TD.  And the game is over.  Maybe not quite.  The Cards had one more chance, but it ends in a maybe-somewhat-controversial fumble call.

Overall, I thought it was a good game.  A little sloppy at times, with too many penalties, the stupid kind.  But, the Cards played, overall, a better game, I thought.  If it wasn’t for that interception return, they would have likely won the game.  I think the Steelers did just enough to win, but the Cards also shot themselves in the foot more than a few times with all those penalties and the int.  They definitely showed that they deserved to be on the same field as the Steelers, in contrast to what all the pundits claimed.  And the Steelers didn’t dominate like some feared.  So, while the game, I thought, was overall very good and very exciting, I was still disappointed with the outcome.

Someday, maybe the Vikings will be on the other side of the trophy.  Someday.  The dream of the fan lives on.

Eastern Travels, Part II

Finally, I’m getting to the second half of my travels of last October!

After the conference in Beijing, I flew to Perth, Australia, to visit a collaborator.  This guy, Nigel, had recently visited us and we are trying to get some joint work going on nuclear waste forms, materials for storing nuclear waste.  He had just moved from Sydney to Perth, which is a shorter hop from Beijing, so that was convenient.  Even more so, there are other Uberuagas actually living in the Perth area.  They are from my dad’s home town of Munitibar, and grew up in a house just across the way from my dad.  Having a name like Uberuaga, they are likely related, likely distant cousins, but I haven’t quite figured out what the relationship actually is.  In any case, it was another nice convenience of flying to Perth.

Flying from Beijing to Perth, I had a stop in Hong Kong.  I didn’t get to see anything of Hong Kong, but did have a panic in the airport as I couldn’t find a piece of equipment I was supposed to have on me.  I really was in a cold sweat, as the last thing I wanted to do was lose government property, especially with all the negativity we’ve had recently about that kind of thing.  Fortunately, I found it, but not without more that a few moments of true panic.

Nigel got me a place to stay very close to the water.  The photos are from near my room.  Perth is separated by a river and I was on the side opposite down town.  A great view!  Unfortunately, I had caught a cold in Beijing, so I wasn’t the most adventurous explorer during my time in Australia.  But, I did get together with the Uberuaga clan — two brothers and their families — who treated me to a great Aussie barbie.  That was on Sunday.

On Monday and Tuesday, Nigel and I discussed work we’d been doing and some new directions we could take the collaboration.  We have, in my opinion, some really good ideas; now we just need to convince a funding agency.  One night, I went to dinner with Nigel and some colleagues of his.  I had a sampler plate, which had a number of things, including kangaroo.  I can’t really say it had much of a distinctive taste, but it didn’t taste bad either.  I guess in some parts of Australia, kangaroos are like we think of armadillos in Texas.

Wednesday, I took some time to do some shopping.  I wanted to get Lisa an opal, so I searched for a shop.  It took me a while to find something, especially as they tend to open a bit later — 10 — so I had a bit of a walk.  I was also looking for some souvenir boomerangs, but didn’t find anything I really liked.  The lady at the opal shop was pretty sweet, though I also thing she was in full saleswoman mode.  She told me how great a deal I was getting and how the young American sailors who came through were always so polite and such.  In the end, I think I did get a pretty good deal, as foreigners who are taking opals out of the country don’t have to pay tax and she gave me an extra discount off the sticker price.  Not entirely sure why, but I was happy to get it.

That night I flew to Sydney.  The next day, I was supposed to meet with some folks from the Australian Nuclear Science and Technology Organization, sort of Australia’s version of us.  Karl, my host there, picked me up at the airport, which was an adventure in itself as he lost track of his car in the parking garage.  But, we soon were on our way.  The hotel they put me up in there was on the beach, a famous surfing beach that I forget the name of.  The next day, I got a tour of ANSTO and met a lot of good people.  I gave a seminar there (and in Perth too, actually) on the work we are doing.  I think there is some potential for new collaborations with these guys.  That night, Thursday, we had dinner at Karl’s place.

Friday, I walked around the beach near the hotel.  I never made it to downtown Sydney.  I was still feeling the effects of the cold a bit so didn’t venture too far.  But, I saw a lot of kids, young kids, trying to catch some waves, learning to surf.  That was cool.

About mid-day, I got on a plane and came home, after about two weeks away.  As the plane was passing over Sydney, I snapped the photo at right.  You can see the Sydney Opera House there.  Sydney looks like a cool city.  I’ll have to go back. But, it was good to get home, back to my family.  Two weeks is getting to be a long time to be away from home.

Inherited History

On the way back home from Idaho, Lisa and I began listening to the audio version of Barack Obama’s Dreams from My Father.  We aren’t done yet, so I’ll wait until giving my thoughts of his story, but there was one thing that jumped out at me.

Obama’s father was from Kenya.  So, while he is African-American, his ancestors didn’t experience slavery.  Even so, it is very evident from his story that Obama has inherited that history, the history of the majority of African-Americans, shaped by the fact of slavery and the ramifications of that history on their lives today.

In Obama’s case, this is a direct result of his skin color. And, at first glance, it might seem he is somewhat unique in this regard.  But, thinking about it more, it seems to me that this happens to everyone who is born to immigrants.  It is the difference between cultural history and what might be called familiar history, or the history associated with one’s ancestors.  In Obama’s case, he inherited the cultural history of African-Americans, not the familiar history of his Kenyan father.

I’m the son of a Basque immigrant, but the history I know, that I identify with, is most certainly that of the United States.  I really know relatively little about the history of the Basque people or of Spain and France.  However, it is precisely because of this that I’ve taken such an interest in the Basque people and their history.  And, I think, this happens to many children of immigrants.  It is why there are people who call themselves Basque-Americans, Irish-Americans, Polish-Americans, Italian-Americans, or what have you.  I think it is because they lose the history of their parents or grandparents by the simple fact that they were born and raised in a different country.  They inherit the history of the culture in which they grow up, not that of their immigrant ancestors.  And it is the desire to connect with that history, to connect with their ancestors in some way, that lead people such as myself to call ourselves Basque-American.

I’ve often been asked why I consider myself as something other than just “American”.  Why do I add “Basque” in front?  And, beyond vaguaries about it being the culture of my dad and my grandpa, I never had a really good answer.  I think that this is the answer.  It is to connect to their history, to their experience, to not be completely disconnected from the cultural reality in which they grew up.  It is to honor their culture, but it is more than that.  I call myself Basque-American because the history that shaped some of my ancestors was not the American experience, it was something else, and I want to better know what that was so as to better understand who they are and who I am.

Vikes, losers again

Another season, another disappointing ending.

Driving home from Idaho, we made it to Cortez, CO last night.  We had something like 300 miles to home which, as I drive, would take about 4.5 hours.  Leaving at 10AM, that put us at home roughly at 2:30PM, just in time for the kickoff of the Vikings-Eagles game.  Another playoff game, another hope for glory at the end of the season.

We got out a bit earlier than 10, just about 9AM.  The roads, however, were not so cooperative.  We hit probably the worst stretch of road between Boise and Santa Fe, with some areas covered in snow, forcing us to slow to 35 miles per hour.  Even so, we made it just in time.  We rushed into the house, turned on the TV, and saw the kickoff.

The first half gave hope.  Sure, the Vikes were behind, 16-14, at the end of the first half, but that was due to a Viking interception returned for a touchdown.  The Vikes held the Eagles to 3 field goals and scored two TDs of their own after impressive drives.  If the Vikes could continue that kind of play in the second half, they had a real shot.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t, they didn’t, and the season is over.  There are bright spots on the team, though quarterback is still a weakness.  Jackson showed some good abilities in the first half, but the second half, he seemed to fall apart.  He couldn’t complete any passes and the last few plays, he just was making horrible decisions.  I wonder what the Vikes could accomplish if they had a true quality quarterback.  Maybe we’ll find out next year.  One can hope.

Blah, blah, blah… I've got the blahs.