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amateur movie reviews

So….to take my mind temporarily off my current health situation, and to help pass the time ( 3 day weekends drag when you are feeble), I watched the following yesterday :

Arlington Road ( released in 1999, starring Jeff Bridges and Tim Robbins)
This is such a thought provoking movie about trust, terrorism, and how one interprets the meaning of freedom for one’s self and one’s family. I’ve seen it several times, and I’m always left blown away at the end. Any movie that leaves one thinking is a good movie, in my opinion.
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The Cove ( released in 2009) is a truly fascinating, yet disturbing documentary about the annual killing of dolphins in a National Park at Taiji, Wakayama, in Japan from an anti–dolphin-hunting campaigner’s point of view. I first read Dori’s review about this on her blog, and how she and her BF went to a private screening, and were silent driving home because of brutal imagery and thought provoking nature of this documentary. A must see.
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Eastern Promises ( released in 2007) is a Russian crime drama. A realistic portrayal of the Russian mob, and the violence is hard to stomach, but the story and acting is top notch. I’m also a Naomi Watts fan, and she is superb.
So that’s it. My Saturday. I’m not complaining. And thank you to all who has sent me their ‘get well wishes’. It helps lift my spirit more than you’ll know.
Namaste.
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Unintentional manscaping and other dilemmas

Where do I start?
Since my blog is a personal journal of sorts and my way of documenting events in my life ( both good, bad, and indifferent) I’ll recap the highlights since last Friday.
  •  Last Friday -While hiking here I became really short of breath. So much so that it took me over an hour to walk about a third of a mile to my car. I thought to myself, this is a strange new and unusual symptom to my chronic back pain. Made it back to the hotel, and flew home in the morning.
  • Saturday/Sunday – Had a great weekend full of festivities. Still had back pain, but managed it with western medicine.
  • Sunday night – At the ‘rents for dinner, and back pain was worse and slight shortness of breath was noticeable.
  • Monday – work was work, but shortness of breath was more noticeable while just trying to have conversations. Went to gym, swam OK, but after getting out of the hot tub, almost fainted…..later that night, was busy packing for work trip, running up and down the house stairs. Bro and sis-in-law came to pick up an extra BBQ that I gave to them. They made the comment about me being so “winded”. I blew it off, and told them it was just a new symptom in my battle of my seemingly incurable back pain.
  • Tuesday – went to get another spinal facet injection. Could barely speak. Doctors cancelled injection as they were very concerned. Ordered tons of tests.
  • Wednesday – Had Venous Doppler ( negative), chest X-ray ( nothing to be overly concerned about) and MRI ( nothing). Went back to Dr. with results. Could barely stand up and talk. They admitted me to Davis medical center ER. Had blood drawn, met nasty nurse, had EKG ( normal). Doctor said that my symptoms were “weird” and sent me home ( four hours later).
  • Thursday – Sitting at desk at work. Felt terrible. Couldn’t breathe. Stood up and the world went fuzzy. Made it home for lunch, but laid on couch trying to hopefully feel better. Looked at clock and it was time to go back to work. Stood up, grabbed the wall, and the world went dark. Don’t know for how long. Scared in a way I have never been before, I drove back to work. Stumbled into my boss’s office and collapsed on the floor. Massive panic ensued from my very concerned co-workers. 911 called. Rushed to hospital. Had another EKG, ECHO of my heart, then a CT scan. All tests showed nothing significant. Given sedative medication. In ER for 5 hours. Preliminary diagnosis of hyperventilation syndrome and volume depletion, but was told ( and I appreciated the honesty) that my case was “weird” and they quite frankly didn’t know what was wrong. Prescription given for Zanex. Parents took me home. Passed out for the rest of the night.
  • Friday ( today) – Work told me to stay home and rest ( Thank You!). Woke up and felt weak but OK. Thought I should shower. Did my morning routine ( shower, brush teeth, get dressed) and started to feel the dizziness and shortness of breath again. Laid on floor and called my doctor. Dad came to pick me up. Doctor very concerned. Blood work showed elevated WBC and neutrophils. Possible infection. ( maybe Arizona Valley Fever????) Prescribed a Z-pack ( what they give for Pneumonia and Bronchitis) Also put me on a heart monitor. But to do this she had to shave parts of my chest for the leads to stick….
 
 I also have had both arms drained for blood work several times. They look like a heroin addicts arms.

So now, instead of my awesome holiday weekend adventure I had planned, I get to lay in bed all weekend, drink all the vitamin water I want ( thanks Costco and ‘rents) listen to music, watch bad TV, catch up on movies I want to see, and try not to freak out. But at least I have this little bit of advice from Trudi, which always makes me smile…..

If anyone reading this has a clue to what might be happening to me, I welcome your thoughts. I see a cardiologist next Friday. Stay tuned…..
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the next day at the Festival ( otherwise known as part two)

Having had a killer time the previous night, I ventured back Sunday afternoon to see what the Living Traditions Festival had on tap. And I found a variety of interesting performances.

I started the day out with some traditional Cambodian dance rituals that these people perform to thank their God for the bounty given to them….

After this, I made it to the south stage to catch the Jewish Gypsy perform. I didn’t even know there were Jewish Gypsies.

After this ended, an Inter-tribal native american pow wow was just getting under way. It first started by having one of the tribal leaders perform a sacred ceremony blessing the ground ( very spiritual), then the performance got under way..

and finally, I saw a Japanese Tyko drum circle. Unfortunately, my memory card was full about 30 seconds into this, but you get a good feel of the intensity of this just from the short clip I did get.

The Living Traditions Festival is an annual event in downtown SLC, and I hope to make it my own tradition in the years to come.

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Living Traditions Festival

 So what is the first thought that pops in your head when you hear anyone mention the State of…Utah. Let’s see…mormons, temples, Moab, Big Love. But wait, we have more than that to offer.

 

I just found out about the Living Traditions Festival last week. A celebration of Salt Lake’s folk and ethnic arts.

Who knew? not I. This was their 25th anniversary of the festival, and I went to check out the music of the Sierra Leone’s Refugee All Stars  ( you should check them out).

This festival, and seeing this band that has overcome so much in their home country, and knowing that in a few weeks I will be going on my own humanitarian effort in Kenya, was just what I needed to get me mentally ready.

The whole festival was an amazingly great time. I have already made plans to check out at least two other acts tomorrow. The weather may play a factor, but we’ll see.

Give a listen to Sierra Leone’s Refugee All Stars
As I was seeing them perform, all I could think about was the people I met when in Kenya last year. My spirit welled up with pride, and was reminded of a line from an e-mail received earlier this week from this year’s Co-leader of our humanitarian group, Ranger. He was speaking about his daughter, stating that  “ her skin may be white, but her heart is black” speaking in reference of her love of the African people.
I believe the same is happening to me….
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Chiricahua

After a long week of frustration, road weariness, general disdain, and sleepless nights, I shrugged it all off and headed to Chiricahua Sky Island.
Rising to 9,763 feet in the Arizona southeastern landscape, this isolated mountain range is home to the Chiricahua Apaches.
The Apache call these pinnacles “standing up rocks”. They were formed 27 million years ago from the Turkey Creek Volcano that spewed ash over 1,200 square miles.
I couldn’t wait to immerse myself back into nature, and with a backpack of granola and water, I set out on the trails to explore this area.
Things were going quite well, and the scenic beauty was perfect for photo’s. That is until a little friend decided to appear on my trail….
 
I have two phobias. Sharks & snakes. ( Thank you Indiana Jones and Jaws!)
In all my outdoor adventures, I have yet to encounter a snake until this trip. So I knew that the odds were against me that I wouldn’t EVER see one.
I screamed and yelled ( if other hikers were around they probably thought….where is that foul mouthed little girl?),
but the little fellow didn’t move.
 
So I tried to scare it with a rock
 
 

But that plan didn’t work. The snake just looked at me with it’s evil little eyes. I could feel an immense panic attack happening, so before I became paralyzed with fear and ended up this serpent’s dinner, I used what adrenaline I had left, and ran and jumped over Mr. Snake.

 
Safely on the other side, I thought that I better take a picture of Mr. Snake.
 
Doesn’t orange mean that it is a Coral snake? and aren’t they the most dangerous?
 
But aside from that, this really is a mystical place. If you enjoy nature and rock formations, please enjoy this :
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Reflections of Gilgal

In 1990, I lived with Sue in a run down apartment building that reeked of Asian cooking, mildew, and death. It was the best place I ever had. Re-visiting this place, I noticed that not much has changed.

 

The trees were taller, but the building was still rundown, quaint, quiet, and I’m sure if I went inside, it probably smelled the same. It was also only a few blocks from the rumored Gilgal Gardens. Rumors were that this place was built as an anti-Mormon shrine, hidden from SLC main streets. But, if you knew where it was located, ( and could jump a fence after midnight) the park was yours to explore…..

Present day. It is surprising how few people still know little to nothing about Gilgal. I went back to rediscover the area, and to learn more about it.

Gilgal is an historic sculpture garden created by Thomas B. Child Jr ( 1888 – 1963). It was his desire to give physical form to his deep – felt beliefs. He was an LDS bishop for over 19 years, and this garden was not built as anti-religion. Quite the contrary…..

“If you want to be brought down to earth in your thinking and studying, try to make your thoughts express themselves with your hands.”
 
The garden itself contains twelve original sculptural arrangements and over seventy stones engraved with scriptures, poems, and philosophical texts. These are Child’s own truths from his life-long spiritual quest.
 
Child’s hope was that his garden would inspire viewers to ponder the unsolved mysteries of life.
This garden is now also home to the Master Gardeners program at Utah State University. They had a little section of various vegetables and flowers growing when I was there. ( plug for master Gardener Janae)
 
Here is a little movie that I hope you enjoy. I think it perfectly captures the eccentric mood and quirky feelings I had while at Gilgal.
If you would like to learn more, please visit Gilgal Gardens or “Playing in the Garden
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because I don’t own a gun….

How can it be 630 in the morning, and I’m running late?
I search for my alarm, but it’s nowhere to be found.

The morning routine is just that. I arrive to work late….
I have no coffee, so the morning is a dull aching fog I swim thru
Until my time comes.  Doctor to see. First time since 1983?

Arrive on time to piles of more papers. She smiles at me as she hands me a pen.
I think the smile was for show.

In a cramped, tiny room with a stranger, trying to make polite conversation.
I try, but she saw right through me, and I her.

Doctor, please help me, are the words that escape my lips. The pain!

Lie down. Stand up. Shirt off. Pants down.

How are you, he asks? He doesn’t wait for my reply, but looks at my paperwork.
I usually wait until forty to do this exam, but since you are here…

Shouldn’t you at least buy me dinner first, I think? Then close my eyes and
Let my mind go blank.

I hear a glove snap, tells me he’ll call me
And the door closes.

Back to work. It seems like all the clowns wore their ass hats today.
Why wasn’t I notified?

Sometimes I feel like a termite, choking on a splinter.

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for my Mum from down under

 
Every Mother’s day, we all show our love to you in various ways. You get flowers in all kinds of arrangements,

 

different styles, vases, and cards.

 

But I thought to myself, do I ever tell you, to your face, how much you mean to me?
As we make your favourite dinner ( shishkabobs this year, with Janae’s garden fresh lettuce and beets),
I thought about what I admire about you.

How you left your home country, by your self, at the tender age of 18 to come to North America to follow your heart. How brave you are to keep your head and spirit strong dealing with health problems as they arise ( and beating them). How I look up to you and the way you have made such a positive impact in the world after Trudi’s death. How you are a wonderful Grandma. How you have always supported me.

 
   I sat back observing as you enjoyed your day, and I thought about all these things and more. I am happy to see you happy.
Skirt made by Mum’s uber talented daughter in law, Janae.
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of course they’re fake, the real one’s will kill me!

With that mantra being hailed among the thousands of participants at this year’s Susan Komen SLC Race for the Cure, our little family was ready to give it our best.


Crazy legs was so excited that her hair was electric! It took a little longer for Cbug to get into it……

Darin was stretched and ready to run the entire 5K, and we all cheered as the race began.

Crazy legs stayed with me this year, and we completed the 5k together. This Uncle was quite proud of her.

Grandpa and Cbug followed up the back of the pack, but did so in excellent fashion, and Cbug was happy to receive treats at the end of such a journey.

 

Crazy legs was so happy and proud to tell Grandma that she completed the race.
Anyone wearing a pink race shirt is a breast cancer survivor, and we all love our Grandma!
See ya’ll next year!
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come together and celebrate Cinco de Mayo

Cinco de Mayo. Celebrations abound, but how many of you really know the history behind it? Thanks to VIVA DE CINCO DE MAYO in San Marcos, TX, I have the whole history for you :

The 5th of May is not Mexican Independence Day, but it should be! And Cinco de Mayo is not an American holiday, but it should be. Mexico declared its independence from mother Spain on midnight, the 15th of September, 1810. And it took 11 years before the first Spanish soldiers were told and forced to leave Mexico.

So, why Cinco de Mayo? And why should Americans savor this day as well? Because 4,000 Mexican soldiers smashed the French and traitor Mexican army of 8,000 at Puebla, Mexico, 100 miles east of Mexico City on the morning of May 5, 1862.

The French had landed in Mexico (along with Spanish and English troops) five months earlier on the pretext of collecting Mexican debts from the newly elected government of democratic President (and Indian) Benito Juarez. The English and Spanish quickly made deals and left. The French, however, had different ideas.

Under Emperor Napoleon III, who detested the United States, the French came to stay. They brought a Hapsburg prince with them to rule the new Mexican empire. His name was Maximilian; his wife, Carolota. Napoleon’s French Army had not been defeated in 50 years, and it invaded Mexico with the finest modern equipment and with a newly reconstituted Foreign Legion. The French were not afraid of anyone, especially since the United States was embroiled in its own Civil War.

The French Army left the port of Vera Cruz to attack Mexico City to the west, as the French assumed that the Mexicans would give up should their capital fall to the enemy — as European countries traditionally did.

Under the command of Texas-born General Zaragosa, (and the cavalry under the command of Colonel Porfirio Diaz, later to be Mexico’s president and dictator), the Mexicans awaited. Brightly dressed French Dragoons led the enemy columns. The Mexican Army was less stylish.

General Zaragosa ordered Colonel Diaz to take his cavalry, the best in the world, out to the French flanks. In response, the French did a most stupid thing; they sent their cavalry off to chase Diaz and his men, who proceeded to butcher them. The remaining French infantrymen charged the Mexican defenders through sloppy mud from a thunderstorm and through hundreds of head of stampeding cattle stirred up by Indians armed only with machetes.

When the battle was over, many French were killed or wounded and their cavalry was being chased by Diaz’ superb horsemen miles away. The Mexicans had won a great victory that kept Napoleon III from supplying the confederate rebels for another year, allowing the United States to build the greatest army the world had ever seen. This grand army smashed the Confederates at Gettysburg just 14 months after the battle of Puebla, essentially ending the Civil War.

Union forces were then rushed to the Texas/Mexican border under General Phil Sheridan, who made sure that the Mexicans got all the weapons and ammunition they needed to expel the French. American soldiers were discharged with their uniforms and rifles if they promised to join the Mexican Army to fight the French. The American Legion of Honor marched in the Victory Parade in Mexico, City.

It might be a historical stretch to credit the survival of the United States to those brave 4,000 Mexicans who faced an army twice as large in 1862. But who knows?

In gratitude, thousands of Mexicans crossed the border after Pearl Harbor to join the U.S. Armed Forces. As recently as the Persian Gulf War, Mexicans flooded American consulates with phone calls, trying to join up and fight another war for America.

Mexicans, you see, never forget who their friends are, and neither do Americans. That’s why Cinco de Mayo is such a party — A party that celebrates freedom and liberty. There are two ideals which Mexicans and Americans have fought shoulder to shoulder to protect, ever since the 5th of May, 1862.

 VIVA! el CINCO DE MAYO!!
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Tock jumping

My nephew just gets more awesome with each day. His stories and imagination are wonders that make you just sit back and marvel at youth.

While my brother was mowing the lawn last week, CBug wanted dad to get pictures of him jumping off the rocks.

When J-rod puts these on FB, he accidentally typed “tocks” instead of rocks.
So enjoy some tock jumping…..
And of course, I am loving Cbug’s new “look” since he now resembles Uncle Scottums (minus facial hair)