Spotlighting

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I first saw this book, rather appropriately, in a shop window in Santa Fe.  I was immediately drawn to the beautiful cover.  I bought it as soon as I got home, though I hardly knew anything about it.  I just had a feeling.  Thankfully, my intuition didn’t let me down.  The Hummingbird’s Daughter is a fantastic story of knowledge, power, faith, family, and healing.  It is also a story of Mexico, steeped in history, wonderful food, cowboys, outlaws, and corrupt government officials.

Luis Alberto Urrea has written a grand story based on the life of his great Aunt Teresita.  It is a wonderful tale of a woman achieving knowledge about her own gifts as well as the pain and power that accompanies such an endeavor, for Teresita’s gifts aren’t of the pedestrian variety.  They are miracles and mysteries, the kind that illicit the distrust of the government and devotion of the masses.

As we watch Teresita grow up, learning the ways of the curandera, we also watch Mexico change.  There are new people and new ways of living:  some of which are simple, like the difference between a corn tortilla and wheat, others undermine and uproot all that has been known – like the simple dusty life in small rural towns.

It is part history, part fairy tale, and entirely absorbing and interesting.  I learned much about our neighbor to the south while also exploring what it means to have incredible faith and devotion.  As someone who is deeply spiritual but hardly religious, I enjoyed learning about the Mexican traditions that combine a bit of mysticism with Catholicism.

Thankfully, too, the text is beautifully crafted – easy to read, full of humor and wit, very easy on the eyes.  I hope you think so, too.

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If you are one of my Facebook friends (I’m everywhere!), then you know that I went to see Itzhak Perlman with the Oregon Symphony this past Sunday.  Above are the slightly blurred lights of the marquee at the Schnitzer, and the photo below is of the lovely interior.  Man was I excited about this, having bought the tickets ages ago.  The hubster and I got dolled up and everything.  Then came the cheat, Mr. Perlman played beautifully for exactly sixteen minutes.  Sixteen.  After that, he sat in the conductor’s chair and led the symphony.  Now I don’t care too much for whining, but as the sweet lady in the seat ahead of me said (and she’s been going for seventy years), “I paid to hear him play, not conduct.” Amen to that!

I wish I didn’t feel this way because the music was quite good and the rest of the players very talented in their own right, but, honestly, I’d rather cozy up on the sofa and listen to my favorite Schubert CD set, which I’ll tell you about in just a minute.

However, now is about redemption, and that is thanks to the bar at Higgins, my very favorite in town.  After the symphony disappointment, we walked rather swiftly up the Park Blocks, hoping the place wouldn’t be packed.  Thankfully, we were quicker than the rest of the bunch, nabbing the last booth.  I ordered a Maker’s Ginger and felt much better, not that the experience drove me to drink.  I’m not that kind of person, but when in Rome or a good bar, I do enjoy a cocktail.

Then, as is always the case, we enjoyed impeccable service and some pretty stellar food: smoked Northwest seafood (sturgeon, black cod, and salmon), a delicious salad, house made pickles, and a key lime tart with a hot pepper marmalade (the perfect balance to the sweet filling).  I savored every last bite!  Thank you Higgins for making our okay night at the symphony a super night on the town!

Now for the Spotlight I promised.  It is Friday, after all.

I am a girl who likes all kinds of music, good music that is.  Jazz, rock, funk, ska, rap, punk, country, classical, opera – if it is done well, I am all for it!  So it should come as no surprise that today’s spotlight is on a classical composer, the always delightful Franz Schubert.  He is one of those great prolific writers – composing over 1000 works in his short thirty-one years on this earth (1797-1828).  I get a little weepy thinking that what I am listening to is nearly 200 years old.  That’s something.

As I am a person who much prefers cheeriness over gloom, the Complete Works for Piano and Strings of Franz Schubert fits me like a glove.  Robert Schumann famously said of Schubert’s Piano Trio in B-flat, Opus 99: “One glance and the troubles of our human existence disappear and all the world is fresh and bright again.”

I could not agree more.  This is the perfect music for a sunny day or one where the clouds make you wish for it.  Additionally, the total playing time for both discs is more than two hours and twenty minutes.  You can easily while away an afternoon or evening, happily dancing about.  Give it a try; I have on more than one occasion and am much better for it.

Here’s another quirky film, my friends, The Accidental Tourist.  Boy, oh, boy do I love this one.

The story centers on Macon Leary, an often mystified and somewhat cold man who lost his son to murder and his wife to the ensuing, yet quiet, upheaval.  It seems he will never exit the rather stodgy Leary groove of safety, sameness and unsociability, until…of course until.  There’s always that.  Otherwise, there would be no story.  Until Macon’s dog, Edward (an adorable Corgi), still grieving the loss of his son, starts biting people.

Enter Muriel Pritchett, dog trainer extraordinaire and, quite possibly, his polar opposite.  Her life is anything but “Leary Safe.”  She lives in a rough neighborhood, has a son allergic to practically everything under the sun, wears quirky clothing combinations (like my sweet friend Bridget), and sports the longest fake nails known to man.  Not to mention the fact she is utterly and completely forthright, giving him her telephone number to, “Call.  Just talk.  Don’t you get the urge to do that?” Rather bewildered, he tells her, “Not really.”

As Muriel enters his life, Macon slowly transforms, going from a physically and emotionally rigid man, speaking in staccato tones, to someone who smiles, laughs, and even dances.  But will it last?  For the Leary groove is a rather potent one.

Watch it and see, and when you do, you’ll also witness the the Learys and their awful sense of direction, alphabetizing the pantry, expressing concern for properly sized envelopes, the consumption of GORP (or glop, depending), and discussing their work: “I make bottlecaps.  It isn’t half as exciting as it sounds.”  The movie, however, is – full of laughs, crazy moments, and, of course, a few tears.

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I don’t know how I missed this movie for so long – having been released in 1987, but I did.  I only learned about it from a story on NPR last week.  Apparently, the country house to which the gentlemen (I use this term very loosely) get away is on the market.  So, if you happen to be a fan, live in England, or would like to relocate, and have 145,000 pounds (not dollars), the place could be yours. The aerial shot looks quite nice, but everything looks better from a distance, doesn’t it?

Anyway, this post is about the movie Withnail and I, which is really quite good.  Withnail and Marwood are two best friends and out of work actors.  They live on the dole in absolute filth, dying things in the sink, messes everywhere, especially in their heads.  And this is why – though they scarcely have two pennies to rub together for food, Marwood actually eating coffee out of a bowl to pretend it is soup, they’ve always got a pound or two to spend on liquor.  If there isn’t any of that available, Withnail is quite content to try other means, no matter how unorthodox.

Marwood, in a fit, decides that the pair needs to get away from the cold and damp of London, so they convince Withnail’s Uncle Monty to lend them his cottage for the weekend.  They drive out in the outrageously dilapidated Jaguar and start their adventure with assorted country folk, both hostile and friendly, and randy creatures of the four and two legged variety.

The film is a creative, funny and sad romp to the English countryside.  There’s depravity, humor, and just plain kookiness.  It is filled with awesome one liners and other bits that kept me laughing or in a general state of disbelief throughout the film.  Watch it and see for yourself.

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Last week I told you that Shabooh Shoobah had one of my top ten album covers.  Here are the rest, in no particular order.  The music ain’t bad either…

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