Month: December 2013 (Page 3 of 3)

Books, JFK

Six Seconds in Dallas: A Micro-Study of the Kennedy Assassination – Josiah Thompson

Case Closed: Lee Harvey Oswald and the Assassination of JFK – Gerald Posner

Well, I got a little obsessed around the anniversary of JFK’s assassination. Aside from numerous TV documentaries watched and online stuff read, I came across an Errol Morris film that features Josiah Thompson. After watching it, I rushed to the library and picked up Thompson’s book and I was off.

I knocked it out in about five hours of frenzied reading on the anniversary afternoon, late into that night, and early the next morning. After a couple days of carefully considering what to read next, I settled on Posner’s Case Closed. During this stretch I was carefully watching the Zapruder film multiple times and looking at the autopsy photos online. Probably little wonder I was having dreams about the assassination and one night, when I stayed up until nearly 2:00 AM reading, I was supremely freaked out walking through the dark house to get to bed.

Yeah, I may have taken things a little too far.

These books made for an interesting balance. Thompson is, arguably, the most respected proponent of a multiple shooters theory. Folks like Posner argue with his methods and conclusions, but at least they give him credit for being sane. Thompson’s not terribly concerned with who did it, or why. Rather his prime focus has been to use the available evidence, as he sees it, to prove that Oswald was not alone. To him, there were at least three shooters, with the kill shots hitting Kennedy from the rear and front simultaneously.

Posner, on the other hand, is seen as the man who pushed the conspiracy theorists to the fringes with his careful study of Oswald and his use of (then) new technologies to prove that Oswald did take three shots, and two of them were responsible for all the wounds to Kennedy and John Connally that day. Along the way he debunks just about every major conspiracy theory, pointing out how clear, readily available evidence makes them impossible.

I could literally write for hours about these books. Believe me, it’s been a struggle not to. So rather than going in-depth, two quick points.

1 – It’s kind of amazing how many books there are about the assassination. Thousands of them. There are just enough areas of grayness in the documentation of that day to open up the door for a seemingly endless number of theories that can justify new books. And I don’t think anyone is really persuaded to change their views. If you believe Oswald did it, or there was a broader conspiracy, you’re likely to stick to that view no matter how much evidence someone presents that argues to the contrary.

2 – I was never a true conspiracist. I think I, traditionally, fit into the view Posner presents in his closing argument. As awful as the Holocaust was, he writes, the pure evil of the Nazis gave us some kind of moral balance when considering it. There’s no way to truly account for millions of dead, but knowing it was a pack of deranged thugs who took over one of the biggest, most powerful countries in the world behind it helps us get our minds around it.

But a single lowlife like Oswald taking out the President of the United States? That’s much harder to reconcile. I think I always wanted to believe there was more to it because that just didn’t make moral sense.

I loved the movie JFK. LOVED it. Not that I bought all the theories that Oliver Stone poured into it. But I loved how it, for lack a better term, fucked with your mind. Logic and facts aside, I thought it was a brilliant piece of movie making.

But with 20 years having passed, and having learned more about what we think happened that day, I now lean toward the single-shooter side. I lean that way because it’s been 50 years and we’ve never proven different. Had there been a conspiracy, we would have known by now. I don’t care if it was the CIA, KGB, the mob, Fidel Castro, LBJ, or Barack Obama’s Kenyan Socialist father. Someone would have talked. There is no way to hide all the bodies and not have the truth come out. There’s no way someone on their deathbed would not have spilled the story. You can’t kill the President and keep it quiet. Certainly not for 50 years.

I wish that was not the case. I wish we could blame some group of people that we can slap a label of evil onto, regardless of their nationality and politics, and be done with this. But my view of the evidence says that’s just not logical. Which means it was one, lone nut with a gun who changed history. Something that continues to happen far too often in this country.

Not So New Wave

There’s no real way to tease this, other than to suggest you go look at it.

New Wave Artists Aging Gracefully

Well, not all of them are aging gracefully. Be on the lookout for: Boy George (!), Tears For Fears (???), and Simon LeBon (WTF). I think it’s safe to say that Pete Burns has had the most profound change in appearance. And, if you pay attention to the musical heroes of our youth, it will be no surprise that David Bowie and Susanna Hoffs have aged the best.

American(s) Music

Note: I’ll kick off my look back at the music of 2013 later this week. Here’s an appetizer about music in, but not of, 2013.


I forget what the motivation was, but for some reason last night I decided to check and see when season two of The Americans was supposed to start. Unofficially, I found early February. Which is kind of a bummer. Mid-January would be much nicer. I guess I can go stream all of season one after the holidays to refresh my memory before the new ones air.

I must have felt something in the pop-culture airwaves. Because this morning the AV Club posted a playlist, and discussion, of the terrific music choices made in season one. Scratching me right where I itch, as Kramer would say.

The Pat Benatar Record Wouldn’t Load

Books

A full month of books, but also one in which I got obsessed by a specific topic late. So I’ll chop this into two entries: one for the non-obsession books then a second, tomorrow, for the books that haunted my dreams for a couple weeks.

The Things They Carried – Tim O’Brien
The Quiet American – Graham Green
I began the month in a bit of a Vietnam jag. I read an article about Pham Xuan An, “the perfect spy” of the Vietnam War, which got me interested in reading more about the war years. I had Perfect Spy set aside for the end of the month, but got sidetracked.

Anyway, O’Brien’s work is one of the classic stories that came out of the Vietnam era. It’s a collection of his short stories about his days in the war, how he battled with himself over whether to enlist or run to Canada when his draft number came up, and how one of his comrades reacted upon returning home. All interspersed with vignettes about his encounters with his old buddies after the war.

Green’s work often comes up on lists of both best spy novels and best novels about Vietnam. I found it fascinating for how it foretold what would happen a decade later. It was originally printed in 1956, when Vietnam was still France’s problem. But his protagonists’ predictions that America would one day be the foreign power that was most involved in Vietnam obviously came true.

Two very different views of the Vietnam era.

Emily, Alone – Stewart O’Nan.
I try to knock out one O’Nan book each year. Normally, I love his books because in most, I forged a quick emotional bond with the characters. I never really felt that here, in a story about an elderly woman going through her daily routines. Maybe that’s why I didn’t connect: this felt almost like a running list of the things that Emily did rather than some insight into the lives of retired widows living alone. I didn’t hate it. But I also didn’t love it.

The Kill Artist– Daniel Silva.
I’m pretty sure I’ve read one of Silva’s espionage thrillers before, but I wanted to go back and start his Gabriel Allon series from the beginning, so I have a default “I’m not sure what to read right now and need something quick” choice. I think I chose wisely, and the Allon series will help me through 2014.

Allon is a former Israeli assassin – retired from service after his wife was injured and children killed in an attack by Palestinian terrorists – restoring paintings in the English countryside. But he is pulled back into duty when the man who harmed his family is discovered in the midst of a plot to destroy an imminent peace agreement.

There’s some good, tense action. A nice angle when an Israeli agent goes undercover to seduce a Palestinian, and is forced to listen to his litanies of Israeli crimes committed against his people. An unexpected turn at the moment of climax, and another fun twist during the denouement. All-in-all, an entertaining piece of espionage/terror fiction.

Thanksgiving Wrap Up

Mondays are for catching up. After a long holiday weekend there’s even more to share, so here we go.


The girls had a long, five-day weekend. We could have used warmer weather as we really needed to shove them outside more. I’m not sure where they get all their energy. Or why they refuse to listen to us.


Wednesday M. got a replacement for her fish, Sparkle, which died two weeks ago. He was the last of our original fish, lasting roughly 28 months. Her new fish is named Aqua, joining Isabella and Grizzly.


Thanksgiving was excellent. We have family members who are new neighbors and they hosted all the locals for the day. Lots of good food, although I am a little sad that I can’t completely stuff myself like I used to. It’s not about trying to limit my intake because my metabolism has slowed down, either. My stomach just won’t accept as much food as it once could. As I told the girls that night, I remember one year in high school we had our Thanksgiving dinner mid-afternoon. Then a friend invited me over, I thought just to hang out. Turns out his family was having their Thanksgiving dinner at regular dinner time. So I sat down and had a whole second meal. Since I was 16 or 17, I’m sure I gained approximately a quarter pound that day.

Elfie, our girls’ Elf on the Shelf, magically appeared, ringing the doorbell as the girls were coming up from the basement for dessert. So far he’s hidden in the drapes in our kitchen, on a lampshade, under the Christmas tree with Barbie in her car, and in the drawer of our entryway table.


Friday was decoration day. I had to laugh at myself. As I drove up to our traditional Christmas tree place, at 10:00 or 10:30 AM, I felt a nervous energy and had Mr. Parker’s line from A Christmas Story going through my head, “If we don’t hurry all the good trees will be gone!” On the morning after Thanksgiving.

Fortunately there were plenty of good trees left and we got a beaut. The rest of the decorations went up, I strung our few exterior lights, placed our penguin at the front door, changed our welcome mat, and we were good. Every year I think about putting up more elaborate lights, but this wasn’t the year to do it.

While we were putting the tree up, I was spinning some of my favorite holiday tunes. The Mr. Hankey song came on and L. dropped what she was doing, yelled, “Ohhh yeah!” and started clapping and jumping around. That’s a parenting merit badge, right there.

As we do on years we don’t host Thanksgiving, we had our own mini-Thanksgiving meal with a turkey breast and the most important sides.


Saturday the girls went over to their Mimi’s to help her decorate. Since we are all about being done as early as possible, all their gifts were already here, hidden away in their Amazon boxes. We took their time away to get everything wrapped. Or, I should say, S. got everything wrapped. She smartly doesn’t let me within ten feet of a roll of wrapping paper. So now, other than getting some more stuff for their stockings, our kid Christmas prep is done.


After we picked the girls up we decided to beat the shopping crowds and went straight to a casual Italian place for dinner. We walked in at approximately 4:39. The hostess asked us if we had a reservation. It was hard for me not to laugh in her face, or make a sarcastic comment like, “Oooh, we don’t. Do you think you can squeeze us in?” There were maybe five tables occupied, and by the time we left the place was maybe a third full.


L. got a gift card for a local movie theater at her birthday party. We finally put that to use Sunday and took the girls to see the new Disney princess movie Frozen. They loved it and I thought it was pretty good. Without giving away too much, for those of you who hate spoilers, there’s a key moment at the end where two sisters come together to save the day for all the good people of the story. Afterward, I asked the girls if they understood the point of that moment. After I got a bunch of blank looks, I said, “Always love your sisters!”

M. immediately shot that down. “Dad, it’s just a movie, there’s no point!”

Don’t think I’m not saving that for the next time she takes a movie or TV show too seriously.


So the 2013 Holiday Season is underway. I’ll say it again, knowing I’ve said this for the past couple years: this could be the last, big, all-kid Christmas in our home. So I’m going to soak in as much holiday goodness as I can. M. shows no outward signs of “knowing” anything. She’s about as into all the little holiday traditions that involve magic-over-logic as can be. Of course, she could be hiding her understanding to make sure she doesn’t miss out on presents Christmas morning. We know plenty of other nine-year-olds who have things figured out. But I just plan on assuming she believes until she tells us otherwise; I’m not forcing the issue.


Sports: Mixed bag.

KU basketball was awful in the Bahamas. How did that team beat Duke? But I expected rough moments in the first half of the season. If they don’t work out their issues things could get ugly quickly, with road trips to Colorado and Florida up next, and New Mexico, Georgetown, and San Diego State soon after.

KU football. While the result against K-State wasn’t a surprise, the how of it was. Jake Heaps actually looked pretty solid most of the time I was watching. I don’t know how much of that was the offensive line finally playing half-way decent vs. K-State not trying to put too much pressure on him. But he looked calm and was zipping the ball around. Only to watch his receivers drop it over-and-over again. A couple of the drops made you wonder if they were intentional they were so pathetic.

I don’t love Charlie Weis, but I’m also not an advocate of forcing him out after two years. The last two Mangino recruiting classes were weak. Turner Gill got a few headline players but little depth. And Charlie’s first full recruiting class, which took the field this fall, famously fell apart like a family picture in Back To The Future. Charlie has to get at least one more year. And hopefully handing over the offense to a new play caller next year will help. Oh, and having one of these big-time transfers actually deliver on their promise would help a lot, too.

Colts: I saw the second half of the game. They continue to Meh their way through the second-half of the season. Too many holes on defense, too many injuries on offense. The Chiefs are going to come to Indy and kick the Colts’ ass in the Wild Card round. The promising start seems like a long time ago.

Speaking of receivers who can’t catch, Darrius Heyward-Bey had at least one more awful drop Sunday. That was his reputation coming in. Nothing has changed this year. The reaction shot of Reggie Wayne after DH-B’s fourth quarter drop, which came at a huge moment, was terrific. Colts fans have been lucky not just to go from Peyton to Luck, but that there have been so many sure-handed receivers here over the last decade-plus. Marvin Harrison and Wayne caught everything. Brandon Stokely and Dallas Clark were terrific. Pierre Garçon wasn’t perfect, but he caught some important balls. T.Y. Hilton has turned into a fine catcher. Coby Fleener had a rough rookie year but has improved tremendously this year. But Heyward-Bey? Yikes.

Pacers: Also caught the second half of the Pacers-Clippers game, the first of a big, five-game west coast run. The Pacers built a big lead in the third quarter, weathered the inevitable Clippers run, and made big plays late to move to 16-1 now, going to Portland tonight. Later is a swing through San Antonio and Oklahoma City followed by a home game with the Heat. They’ll pick up at least one loss in that stretch, but if you don’t pay attention to the NBA, trust me, this team is really good. That record is no fluke.


Happy holiday season!

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