My guess that the success of The Artist at the Golden Globes was the impetus behind this, but the Sarasota Film Society has decided to show the film at their Lakewood Ranch Cinemas location for a full theatrical run while it remains at the art house Burns Court location.  This is a terrific development — parking at Burns Court is nightmarish, and that’s besides the fact that it’s more than twice as far from home as Lakewood Ranch is.  Anyway, this was the first weekend of The Artist at Lakewood Ranch, so I mentally tossed a coin and chose it over Goethe!  (known in the US as Young Goethe in Love).

The Artist was a delight.  I have not been able to contain my snickers at the thought that Brits have walked out of the film and demanded refunds because it is in black and white and is silent.  Those people missed an wonderful film with some excellent performances (Uggie the dog is particularly entertaining.  I have a soft spot for Jack Russell terriers, and this one is an integral part of the movie).

George Valentin (Jean Dujardin) is a silent film star in Hollywood, circa 1927.  But talkies are on the horizon, and he refuses to adapt to the new technology.  Meanwhile, a female fan (Peppy Miller, played by Bérénice Bejo) whose path crosses with his becomes a star in those very talkies, and their careers go off in opposite directions. George loses everything in the crash of 1929, but Peppy becomes a kind of “It Girl” whose films are among the most popular of the day.  But Peppy can’t forget George, and she keeps an eye on him while his entire world falls apart.

Yes, it’s in black and white, and  yes, it’s silent, but it’s just wonderful and I loved it.

I just finished Michael Lewis’ latest book, Boomerang: Travels in the New Third World.  Boomerang picks up where The Big Short left off, and discusses the background of the worldwide financial crash via visits to Iceland, Greece, Ireland and Germany.  What I found particularly interesting is that, in The Big Short, Lewis seemed to place the blame solely on the shoulders of the US bankers who created the credit default swaps and other products that proliferated in the years leading up to the crash in 2008 but, in Boomerang, more blame is placed on governments and citizens.

Personally, I think that he needs to read Gretchen Morgenson’s Reckless Endangerment as a reminder that the US government most certainly had a role in the  crash.  That said, Boomerang is the latest in the growing list of eminently readable books by Michael Lewis.

As my regular readers know, I visited the Mets 2011 Fantasy Camp as a non-camper because 2 friends (the Great Baboo and Metswinagain) were attending as campers.  So, despite the fact that Metswinagain couldn’t make it this year, Baboo was there, so I made a hotel reservation and, at 5:15 a.m. on January 14, got in the car and headed East to Port St Lucie.

Randy Niemann was not at camp this year (he was just hired to work for Bobby Valentine’s Red Sox), nor was Joe McEwing (he’s with Robin Ventura’s White Sox coaching staff), but there were a couple of newcomers to the pros’ ranks this year: Turk Wendell, Benny Agbayani and Daryl Boston.  I have always adored Turk, and meeting him in person for more than a photo op at the ballpark was a real treat for me.  Turk’s first experience with fantasy camp was very positive — his team, The Turks, came in first place, having won every single game they played.  Dave, who was last year’s MVP and Tom Seaver award-winner for the Finding Nemos, won the same awards for The Turks, and his brother Andrew won the Ed Kranepool award for most hits and either the Cleon Jones award for best batting average or the Howard Johnson award for most RBIs.  I honestly don’t remember which.  Bud Harrelson later quipped that he’d offered the brothers a million-dollar contract to play for his Long Island Ducks — $1 for 1,000,000 years.     The 8th team was Lenny’s Bombers, coached by Lenny Harris, and they balanced out The Turks in that they didn’t win a single game.  Anyway, Baboo was on the 4Gs this year, coached by Buzz Capra, Eric Hillman and Daryl Boston, and they came in 5th of 8.  But everyone I met had a good time.  There were a couple of serious injuries (including a broken leg that will require surgery), but most of the campers left with not much more than a few aches and pains.

The big surprise of this year’s camp was a visit from current Met Daniel Murphy.  He was so patient with everyone, and took dozens of pictures and signed dozens of autographs.  He visited each and every team and, as he was about to leave for the day, went back to each team and thanked the players for allowing him to hang out with them.  The kid gets it, and I hope he’ll pass along his new understanding of what it really means to be a professional athlete to the rest of his teammates.  Because, alas, not everyone in the majors does “get it.”

Sunday started with the pros playing The Turks, and working their way through the teams, in the order in which they finished.  So the 4Gs played in the 5th slot.  The Turks, led by Dave and Andrew, were the only team that scored a run off the pros.  Baboo and I had lunch in the left-field tiki bar, and then I said good-bye, visited the team store and headed west to watch the Giants/Packers game with KC and D.  I think that, next year, I’ll drive out on Friday and visit the Kangaroo Court.  I can hardly wait to see Bobby Wine in a judge’s wig!

And now, without further ado, are my pictures of the weekend (click on the pictures to enlarge them):

Dude leads the Saturday morning meeting in his Broncos jersey.

Murph talks to the group

Murph visits the 4Gs

Baboo mans the hot corner.

Buzz Capra coaches 3rd for the 4Gs.

4Gs win game 1 on Saturday.

4Gs win game 2 on Saturday and clinch 5th place.

The Glider's truly awesome jacket.

The pros mill around before Sunday's games.

More pre-game milling.

The pros' -re-game intros.

Lenny Harris plays 3rd.

Turk on the mound.

Benny reaches 1st.

Glider coaches 3rd.

Felix coaches 1st.

Turk at the plate.

Bud Harrelson plays 1st.

4Gs lose gracefully to the pros.

On my way out of the ballpark, I saw this and knew I had to take the picture.  Who knows if it’ll even be there next year:

Homage to Jose.

I know it’s not the same thing as being there, but I hope I was able to convey even a little bit of just how much fun Fantasy Camp is.  Even if you don’t have the resources to be a camper, you should go just to visit if you’re in the PSL  area.  It’s really worth the trip, and I am already looking forward to going back next year to spend time with Mets’ royalty.

First off, it’s been posted at YouTube right here.  Hurry before it’s pulled.

I loved the Christmas Special.  LOVED it.  It had more of a series 1 feel about it.  It was less soapy than series 2 was.  The episode is slightly more than 90 minutes long, so there was more time to spend in the individual subplots.

The two biggest stories involved Bates and Matthew/Mary.  Bates gets convicted of Vera’s murder and Matthew and Mary finally get engaged.  It seems to be for real this time.

In Bates’s trial, Robert is a witness for the defense, and Mrs. Hughes and O’Brien are witnesses for the prosecution.  Unfortunately, since we all know the circumstantial case against Bates was very strong, their testimony hurt him.  So he got convicted and was sentenced to hang.  But the attorneys did their jobs and he got a reprieve. He’s no longer destined to die; he’s now got life imprisonment.  Personally, since Bates is such a popular character, I cannot see Lord Fellowes keeping him in jail for the entirety of series 3.  They have to figure out a way to get him out of there.

As for the other major story, the whole of l’affaire Pamuk is finally out in the open.  Cora tells Robert.  Robert tells Mary she doesn’t have to marry Carlisle just because of it.  Mary tells Matthew, and he tells her that she doesn’t have to marry Carlisle, that he doesn’t hate her and that there is nothing to forgive.  Carlisle tells everyone that he will put the whole story in the papers as soon as he gets back to London.  Matthew punches him and the two of them fight.  Carlisle tells Mary he really loved her.  Mary decides to go to America to stay with her maternal grandmother, and Anna offers to go with her.  Matthew proposes in the snow after the servants’ ball and she accepts. It’s very sweet and very romantic.  I had a smile on my face and tears in my eyes after it was all over.

We had several other subplots, too.  Daisy accepts her role as William’s widow and William’s father takes her under his wing as the daughter he never had.  It’s also very sweet.  Daisy is still a naive girl, but she starts to grow up and stand up for herself in this episode.  Yes, she takes the wrong advice at first, but by the end she and Mrs. Patmore come to an understanding — Daisy is ready to take on a bigger role in the kitchen and to really learn to be more of a sous-chef instead of just the scullery maid.

The bad advice Daisy got was from Shaw, Lady Rosamond’s new lady’s maid.  She is a nasty piece of work from the get-go. She looks down upon all of the DA servants, including those who outrank her, namely Mrs. Hughes and Carson.  And, speaking of Lady Rosamond, her latest suitor, Lord Hepworth (Nigel Havers), is also around a lot.  Violet tries to warn her daughter not to marry a fortune hunter like Hepworth, but Lady Rosamond is old enough to do what she wants and she wants Hepworth.  But Anna keeps noticing Shaw and Hepworth together, and then, during the servants’ ball, she sees the two of them holding hands, sneaking up the stairs.  Next thing we see is Anna leading Rosamond and Mary up to Hepworth’s bedroom.  They open the door and there are Hepworth and Shaw, in full pre-shag mode.  Of course, Hepworth tries to tell Rosamond that it’s not what she thinks it is, but Shaw is not quite that stupid.  The two of them are out on their ears the next morning.

Sybil and Branson are absent, but we learn a reason why; Sybil is pregnant.  Cora desperately wants to see Sybil and, of course, her first grandchild, and she stands up to Robert on the subject.

The servants’ ball was lovely.  It was such a hoot to see Carson dancing with Cora, Mrs. Hughes with Robert and Matthew with O’Brien.  I loved it.  The family’s Christmas gift to Carson was a book about the royal families of Europe. How appropriate!  Carson looked so proud and pleased to see Lady Mary dancing with Matthew. Everyone knows they adore each other.  I wonder if series 3 will open with a wedding or with Matthew and Mary telling everyone the big news.

All in all, this is the best episode of DA in a long time.  See if it you can. My copy of the DVD is on its way from the UK as I type; I can hardly wait. :)   What did the rest of you think?

Last night was spent at KC’s annual Christmas party (church was this morning).  The spread was excellent and a fine time was had by all.  Afterwards, a handful of us sat around the pool and talked.  It was about 70 degrees and pretty much everyone was in shorts.  We called some friends who were visiting relatives in Maine, and it was 9 degrees Fahrenheit with snow on the ground. There are still times when I wish I were back up North for Christmas, but I really don’t want to ever see 9 degrees Fahrenheit ever again.  Today our family is heading over to D’s family’s house for dinner.  We should have at least 15 people, including 3 children under the age of 8.  We spend every Christmas at their house, and it’s become a cherished tradition.

Too many people of my acquaintance had a rough 2011 and I wish them and you a joyous Christmas and a blessed New Year.

Yesterday was Jane Austen’s 236th birthday.  I did not write a post on the big day itself because I was out with my local JASNA chapter celebrating it.  A good time was had by all.

I don’t need to repeat what I wrote last year, but the fact remains that Jane is still popular with a wide variety of people.  It’s still pretty amazing that the younger daughter of a country rector is remembered (and revered) for 6 novels and several unfinished stories 194 years after her death.

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Let’s fast-forward a little bit from the Regency era to the years after World War I.  Yes, the Downton Abbey Christmas Special is due to air on ITV in the UK at 21:00 (9 p.m.) on Christmas night.  Here is the press pack: http://www.itv.com/documents/pdf/DOWNTON_ABBEY_PRESS_S2_XMAS_Lores.pdf

As you will see, Sybil and Branson will not be around.  That makes sense — they’re not fabulously wealthy and can’t pop back and forth between Ireland and Downton on a whim.

Here are some stories about what may and may not happen:

http://www.digitalspy.com/british-tv/s183/downton-abbey/news/a352893/dan-stevens-teases-christmas-downton-abbey.html

http://www.cultbox.co.uk/news/headlines/2545-downton-abbey-christmas-special-story-details-revealed

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2073906/Dressing-Downton-Abbey-What-difference-80-years-makes.html

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2073828/Downton-Abbey-Christmas-special-Will-cast-crew-able-wraps.html

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/showbiz/tv/3997101/Downton-Abbey-Christmas-special.html

And here (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-tZVGdZoEM&feature=player_embedded) is a trailer for the Christmas special.  I am dying to find out what happens to Mr. Bates and, by extension, to Anna.

It’s been a while, but there have been a couple of health scares in the Day in the Life household, and family does take priority over blogging.

Anyway, I finished The Wilder Life and am now about half way through with Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand.  It’s just wonderful, and I am so grateful to the dear friends who recommended it to me.

I don’t have any library books with me right now, but I did borrow a couple of DVDs.  I rented New York: A Documentary Film from Netflix and it was outstanding.  I freely admit to being homesick, and I even learned things about my hometown that I hadn’t known before.  There were originally 7 episodes when the series first aired on PBS’s American Experience back in 1999, but after 9/11, they added an 8th episode that dealt with the Towers themselves, both their construction and their destruction.  Yes, I cried.

After that, I found out that one of the library branches had a documentary about the 1964 World’s Fair in Flushing Meadows Park, in Queens, New York.  The film was narrated by Judd Hirsch, and was less than an hour long.  But it covered a lot of ground.  I have vague memories of that World’s Fair, so this was a great trip back in time.

The other disc I borrowed is a Canadian film called La Grande Séduction. The English title is Seducing Dr. Lewis. Not being French-Canadian, I did not know any of the actors, but I have to say that I adored this little movie.   The basic premise is pretty simple — a tiny little fishing village in Québec with only 125 inhabitants is dying.  It used to be a vibrant fishing village, but now pretty much the whole town is out of work and living on the dole.  They learn of the possibility of getting a factory into the town, but the catch is that they need to have a full-time doctor.  The village’s mayor can’t cope anymore so he and his family leave in the middle of the night.  He gets a job in Montréal as a policeman and, the next time we see him, he’s stopping a car driven by a doctor who has cocaine in his possession.  Next thing we know, the town finds out that they are getting a doctor for one month.

Germain, the heart and soul of the village, convinces the rest of the villagers to do what they can to “seduce” Dr. Lewis and convince him to stay and help them get the factory.  They find out that he loves cricket, so they play cricket.  They take him fishing and make sure he catches fish. They tap his phone calls to find out more about him so they can use this information to help him decide to stay.

It’s a very funny, very sweet, very entertaining movie that I thoroughly enjoyed.  If you’re a member of Netflix, you can rent it, and I recommend that you do.  It’s a delight.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone, wherever you may be.  I hope and pray that you all have something to give thanks for.

I know it’s been a while, but Real Life has gotten in the way.  There has been plenty to write about (the Sarasota Chalk Festival, the culture shock I’ve experienced in switching from a Droid to an iPhone 4S, figuring out how to set up shop on my new laptop [an HP Pavilion g7], how much the Jets are ticking me off, etc.), but I just never got around to doing it.

However, I did manage to read a book, Farangi Girl, by Ashley Dartnell.  It was an excellent read.  This is Ashley’s memoir of growing up in Iran and Florida.  Her family is scarily dysfunctional, and I imagine that most people who read this book would be grateful that they did not have her parents.  Both are selfish and cruel in their own way, and I am truly amazed that Ashley grew up to be as well-adjusted as she seems to be.   In the interest of full disclosure, I was acquainted with Ashley in college (but not well enough that I would claim to be her friend) and I really did always think that she had her head on straight and that she was very “together.”  Regardless, the very fact that she managed to survive such a rough childhood with her sense of humor and her sense of self intact is admirable.  Farangi Girl  is not available in the US, but if you have the wherewithal to buy it from one of the offshore outlets, you should do it.  It’s an excellent book and I highly recommend it.  (Here  is a review from the Daily Mail)

I am currently reading The Wilder Life, by Wendy McClure. It’s another memoir, but it’s nothing whatsoever like Farangi Girl.  McClure is obsessed with the Laura Ingalls Wilder books and this book tells the story of how she sets out to learn as much as possible about the “real” Laura and the “real” stories.  I’m only a few pages in but, from what I’ve seen about the book, McClure doesn’t seem to have known much about Wilder other than what appears in the books.  I have read all of the books, but I have also read several biographies of Wilder, as well as books taken from her diaries and articles she wrote from the perspective of an early 20th century farm wife.  So I know somewhat more about Wilder than McClure did when she started the project.  But it does sound like a worthwhile experience, and I am looking forward to reading about it.

It took a while, but I finally got  back to reading Reckless Endangerment, by Gretchen Morgenson and Joshua Rosner.   I’m not as far along as I’d like to be, but as I’ve said before, it’s really an excellent read.

Yes, I know I’m reading recent purchases rather than working on the massive backlog.  So sue me.

Alas, everyone’s favorite period soap is over for the time being. Yes, there will be a Christmas special airing on either Christmas Day or Boxing Day and, based on what happened in this week’s episode, DA’s millions of fans are looking forward to Christmas even more than they ordinarily might.

While some loose ends were cleared up, the clearing up is leading to even more questions.

The Spanish flu visits Downton and attacks Cora, Lavinia, Carson and Molesley. Oops — Molesley’s not sick, he’s just drunk. One wonders if he’ll still have a job once everyone’s recovered. The Spanish flu mostly affected the young and healthy, so it makes sense that Carson (the eldest of this bunch) would not suffer as much as Cora or (especially) Lavinia. Yes, especially Lavinia. The poor thing sees and hears Matthew and Mary dancing, kissing and talking and she realizes that Matthew doesn’t love her (Lavinia) as much as he claims to. So, when she takes the inevitable turn for the worse, she tells Matthew to marry Mary. Then she dies.

The hand we saw in last week’s trailer was Cora’s. She’s reaching out to Robert to see if they are still ok. They both apologize for having been distant. This happens not too long after we thought Cora was at death’s door. And, while Cora was in her room possibly dying, Robert was in his dressing room, attempting to shag Jane, the housemaid. Luckily, Bates came by to ask when Robert wanted to be awakened the next morning, otherwise Robert would spend the rest of his life feeling even more guilty than he already does. But Cora lives, and Robert seems chastened.

Sybil and Branson announce their engagement, and the family are irate. But, after seeing that Sybil cannot be budged and Branson cannot be bought, Robert relents and, while he doesn’t exactly give them his blessing, he does say he won’t try to stop them.  Branson is, apparently, now a journalist.  When did this happen? Did he go to correspondence school or something?

Bates and Anna do get married.  They spend their wedding night in one of DA’s many guest rooms.  The whole thing was arranged by Mary and Jane.  And, after Lavinia’s funeral, they come back to the servants’ quarters and there are 2 men waiting for Bates.  They take him away in handcuffs to discuss Vera’s death.

Thomas spends most of the episode trying to ingratiate himself back into the household.  Carson and Mrs. Hughes see right through him, but they don’t seem to be able to do anything about it, so it looks to me as if Thomas will continue to be on staff at Downton Abbey.  Every soap needs a villain, right?

And, speaking of DA villains, O’Brien is so upset when Cora appears to be dying that she even tries to tell her about The Soap.  Luckily, she doesn’t.  If Cora had were truly dying, then maybe.  But, as long as there is even the slightest chance that Cora will live, telling her is a very, very bad idea.

Ethel’s baby daddy’s parents (Mr. & Mrs. Bryant) ask her to give them Charlie so they can raise him as their own.  She decides not to do it.  I think she’s crazy.  She can barely provide for him and, as those of us who are not romantic have figured out, while money doesn’t buy happiness, poverty doesn’t buy anything.

Last, but not least, Sir Richard is still evil and I still wish he’d contracted the flu and died.

We have about 6 weeks until the Christmas special.  Nigel Havers has been cast as someone who tries to woo a Crawley daughter.  Since Sybil is supposed to be in Ireland and Mary is supposed to be a) engaged to Sir Richard and b) in love with Matthew, the most likely candidate to be the object of Nigel Havers’ affections is Edith.  She deserves to be happy, but I can’t see him playing a good-guy character.  He so rarely does.

Anyway, there is no trailer for the Christmas special, so we’ll just have to wait until ITV starts advertising it closer to air date. I’ve read that they’ve only recently finished filming it, so I guess the trailers haven’t been produced yet.  It’s supposedly 2 hours long, so hopefully it’ll be meaty enough to keep us going until next Autumn.

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