Friday, June 27, 2008

Cinque Terre


The Cinque Terre has now surpassed Grand Marais as the most beautiful place I've ever seen. Every cove looks piratey (caves and what-not), and has clean, shimmering, Mediterranean water. Lisa and I celebrated today less by swimming (we did a little) and more by hiking: 11 km of stairs (which is like 100 miles, I think). We're pretty smart.

So, where's the most beautiful place you've ever been?

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

News From Italy

So we're in Italy. It's hot, expensive and wonderful. I could tell you about the traditional things, like seeing David or riding in a Venetian gondolier, but I think I know my audience; I think I'll tell you about Italian television instead.


Lisa has discovered two things which she feels are universal, common to people where-ever they fall upon this Earth: the look that a mother gives a misbehaving child (no translation necessary); and Italian King Arthur/Power Rangers hybrid television shows (again, no translation is necessary). Flipping through channels we found this thing that simply looked like a low-budget rendition of King Arthur's legend, but it turned out to be so much more!



Somehow it seems that they got Ian McKellan, or his twin brother, to play Merlin. He's advising Lancelot; and if the wild gestures are any indication, he's saying something pretty important. We cut to the castle courtyard where knights are practicing their knighting techniques. Suddenly that rocky guy from Fantastic Four (The Thing? I'ma call him 'Bruce') runs in wearing foam armor. The knights chatted with him for a bit before he said something offensive, probably about Guinnevere and her well-documented sluttiness. The knights attack but Bruce shoots a laser at them, knocking them all over like bowling pins! Snap! Lancelot and Guinnevere run out of the castle and, with three of the other knights, transform into Medieval Power Rangers. They shoot lasers at Bruce until he leaves. Rather than follow him, they go back to looking for the grail or avoiding the plague or whatever it was that they'd been up to previously.



Bruce goes and gets a guy who looks just like Tim from The Holy Grail. They raise an army of about seven people and attack Camelot. A sentry raises the alarm and Arthur's army of nine or so assembles and rushes to meet Tim and Bruce's army. The Power Rangers, well aware of the horrific damage that Bruce's laser can do, rush to join the fight. Two of them even drive super Italian King Arthur/Power Ranger Hybrid Supercars to the battle! Immediately upon their arrival, Guinnevere gets captured, prompting Gallahad to question the decision to allow a girl to join their team. One of the Rangers shoots a laser at Bruce, Tim, and some sorceress who's joined them, knocking them all over. Guinnevere escapes, but Tim and Bruce steal the Power Rangers's pimp rides.



Lancelot goes home and goes to bed for the rest of the story.



Tim, Bruce and The Sorceress (I'm making it her name by capitalizing it) attack the castle again. Ian McKellan tries to persuade Lancelot to get out of bed, but nothing doing. The other Power Rangers shoot lasers at the opposing knights, knocking them over repeatedly. Gallahad even tried shooting them a second time when they were already down, but the laser does not affect those already on their asses (that's basic physics).



The Rangers retreat into Lancelot's bedroom where together they conjure magic to get Lancelot out of bed. Everyone wins! Fin.

The only English in this story were the words 'Mystik Knyghts' (I hope that's how they spell it). It was produced by Fox, so maybe it's on in the states. Like I said, the appeal is universal.
We also watched an episode of the Miss Italia contest. The episode was clearly filmed on a soundstage in front of no audience. There was no applause, no talent portion and no swimsuits. After standing around for half an hour they gave a phone number so that you could call and vote for your Miss Italia (based solely on a shot of all of the conestants at a distance). If Monica Belluci wasn't there, I'm abstaining.



I hope whatever you're doing is pretty decent too.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Italia

We're traveling through Italy soon, and I'm unlikely to update the blog while I'm there (though it's not impossible). If the point of the blog is to share how and what I'm doing, you can assume that I'm well and walking through a museum happily. Catcha' later!

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Good Timing

If you were going to pick a moment to be Steve, and you were to pick now, you would have picked well.

Lisa's brother Ben is visiting us tomorrow and we're going to a Twins game (at an outdoor park). On Monday I head back to MN, and on Wednesday we fly to Italy for a couple of weeks. Recently, also, the prospects of my moving into a classroom for the deaf and hard of hearing have begun to look good. Today was my last day of school with students. The new Radiohead record is playing loudly as I type.

Nobody's life is perfect, though. Last weekend Lisa's softball team (comprised mostly of fellow grad students) defeated mine (comprised mostly of fellow teachers). She's now 3-0 against me over the course of our marriage. The trash talk will be fierce and one-sided for some time now. After softball and a picnic, some friends joined us for some Wii Fit and karaoke. One thing about the Wii Fit is that it weighs everybody the first time you play. I have to wonder what our newest friend thought about our weighing her within an hour of the first time she visited our home. Next time we're going to try to get the Wii to ask for her SSN and credit card info.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Wii Fit

When my wife and I bought Wii Fit for my mom for Mother's Day, we couldn't resist picking it up for ourselves. We're digging it. We each had to pick a trainer, and we each chose trainers of the opposite sex. Depending upon how difficult the task asked of me, I may feel anything from mild fondness to mild absolute hatred of my trainer, so she's pretty realistic.

She needs a name though. Please take a moment to comment on this post and suggest a name for my trainer.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Brother Wed

This past weekend was my brother's wedding and it went very well. I served as best man. I met his wife's friends and family for the first time, and they were all sorts of swell. Between the wedding and the bachelor party, some of my brother's friends became my own. It was also great to see so much of my family gathered.

The ceremony was held at a lodge in Lutsen, MN, not too far south of Canada along Lake Superior (pictured). There was a lot of driving involved (between the wedding and bac
helor party, I drove over 2,000 miles which, as The Pretenders will tell you, is very far), but it was worth it.

Weddings are supposed to inspire all sorts of funny or tragic stories, the sort that make for good blog entries. I suppose there was confusion (how can people with the capacities to raise children, climb corporate ladders and write books not have the acuity to arrange breakfast?), drama (temporarily missing groom) and silliness (a stuffed turtle destroyed in its prime), but I got nothing.


Of course, how many people who read this weren't there anyway?