- I do not in anyway understand the purple leotard, cheerleader, locker room dance/singing sequence. A big haired blond girl says something like "here's our next cheer" and then proceeds to sing "I Like Boys" and all the girls perform a clearly choreographed number while the main character, Louise, looks on in frustration because she obviously isn't a cheerleader and didn't get to learn the dance number. But since the lyrics to the song are so easy (I like boys over and over again), you'd think she'd be able to at least sing along.
- Zelda Rubinstein, of Poltergeist fame, is in the movie. She doesn't squeak when she walks, but she does play a medium who helps Louise discover her magical talents.
- Robyn Lively, Blake Lively's much older sister, plays Louise. Her birthday is February 7, 1972, so that makes her 10 days older than me. If only I'd been born 10 days earlier I could have been a dumpy teenager with latent magical blood.
- When she first finds out she's a witch, she takes the book Madame Serena gives her to an old carousel to learn about her powers. It's unclear where this movie takes place, but an old carousel definitely lends credibility to the supernatural events that will undoubtedly follow.
- The basic plot of this movie is recently 16-year old unpopular girl with bizarre younger brother likes super popular guy; whines about life to equally unpopular friend; goes to school dance just to be near popular boy and has to deal with ultra geeky boy; magic ensues; life lessons are learned; popular boy and unpopular girl end up together. With the exception of the magic part - this is the same plot of 16 Candles, a far superior movie.
- In real life, the unpopular friend (Lisa Fuller) ends up with the popular boy (Dan Gauthier). They've been married since 1990. Just proving that, in the end, boys don't want the girls who dance around in purple leotards in the locker room. They just want to watch the girls in purple leotards dance around.
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Friday, August 7, 2015
Update 2 (9:50 a.m.): So according to my meager research (Google and Wikipedia) Rodney did not attend college. I did find out that he has a daughter named Melanie, so clearly you don't need a college education to give your daughter a wonderful name.
Update 3 (10 a.m.): Since it's a 80s comedy, it only takes about 15 minutes into the movies before Rodney opens a shower curtain on a woman and we get a flash of boobs. If you're fast forwarding to just the gratuitous breast shots, it's at 15:27.
Update 4 (10:20 a.m.): It's registration time and people are standing in line to sign up for classes. I'm sure kids watching this movie today would have no idea what they are doing. I remember doing this my first couple of years of school. Then we moved on to the oh so advanced method of signing up via phone. Some days I wonder how we lived before the internet.
Update 5 (10:38): Is "Twist and Shout" a requirement 80s movie music scene? What's nice about this movie is the obligatory music scene is followed by the obligatory fight between the bullies and the misfits scene. So you get both of those out of the way in one quick only slightly painful swoop.
Update 6 (10:59): You learn something new everyday: Danny Elfman was in Oingo Boingo and they make an appearance in this movie in a second (but shorter) music scene.
Update 7 (11:20): Final thoughts on Back to School: Rodney Dangerfield looks a lot younger and in better shape when he's diving. I looked up Kieth Gordon (also in Christine) to see what he's up to these days. It seems he's given up acting for directing and producing. Of course, the break out star of this movie is Robert Downey Jr. This movie was made in 1986, so I'm pretty sure he just brought his wardrobe from Weird Science . I'm so glad the 80s fully committed to their look or we might still be stuck with big hair and shoulder pads.
So another movie off the list. Up next, Teen Witch.
Monday, July 20, 2015
|In the midst of setting up. Water tanker filling the last of the water buckets|
In fact, I failed to see anyone I knew running the race. Because, as I said, it seems like a race that would be fun to run, but it's always in July in Chicago and no matter how mild, or downright chilly our spring/summer has been, this race is always a scorcher and yesterday was no exception. So while I was certainly cheering on all the runners, I was too busy handing out cups of water and making sure there were cups of water to be handed out to be on the lookout for any specific runner.
Obviously I won't be able to tell you about the race from a runner's perspective (other than I'm sure it was hot). But manning an aide station does offer interesting insight.
The day starts early as the volunteers are charged with setting up, manning and tearing down everything. At 5 a.m. a truck full of supplies - tables, cups, Gatorade mix, gloves, t-shirts, hoses, pitchers, garbage cans, garbage bags etc. - pulls up and we start unloading. If you've ever run a race, you know what the stations look like. We put a bunch of tables on both sides of the street and then we start putting out cups and filling them up - Gatorade first, water second. We couldn't start filling them up right away because apparently the water truck was running behind causing some mild panic. Eventually, a big tanker and another truck pulls up, set up six water stations (basically big buckets on pedestals). Then all the volunteers (there were about 40 of us) start filling cups. Once all the tables have a layer of filled cups, we stacked pieces of cardboard on top and add another layer of cups.
We all had our systems for getting water into cups. Some of us used provided pitchers. Others used the hoses and spray nozzles to put water directly into the cups. This second method was faster, but had the downside of not reaching all the cups and making your hand cramp up. By about 7 a.m. we had everything set and ready to go. The race started at 6:30 and I'd say we had about 10 minutes between the time we finished setting up and the first runner went through.
As the first runners went through with their choice of outstretched hands holding cups of water, many of them plucked the cup from my hand (I think because I was near the end and they figured it was now or wait til the next stop). It was a bit funny how many runners picked me rather than the five other people on my side of the street handing out water. I think they started to get jealous. Eventually of course there were so many runners that ceased to be an issue.
Handing out water to runners who are doing a 10 minute pace is pretty easy. Handing out water to runners going by at a 6 minute pace, a little different. I quickly learned I needed to move my hand back as they took the cup lest I wanted my arm taken off with it (or it just went flying). I also learned that the beginning of the pack runners (a) will often look at you or signal to confirm they are about to take your water, this is nice and allows you to prepare (b) when it's creeping toward 80, they just want the water thrown in their faces, this is weird, but to each his own. As the not as fast runners come through you're basically just holding your hand out until someone plucks the water from it and replacing it with another cup as quickly as you can.
Other things I learned at the water stop:
- You will get wet. My choice to be back at the water area rather than by the Gatorade was just happenstance. However, once runners started coming through and I started getting water on my legs, I was glad of that.
- Despite all good intentions, you will screw up handing water to a person and feel really bad.
- You will start picking up five cups of water at one time to save time.
- Even though you started out with roughly 2,000 cups of water preset, you still have times toward the end where you are rushing to fill more cups of water.
- You feel a little sense of pride when you hear runners tell you that your water stop is "the best one so far." We heard this from several runners. I learned later that some of the other stops didn't have quite enough volunteers and so weren't able to hand the water out quickly enough.
- You will hear "thank you" a lot. I try to say thanks to the volunteers when I race, and now I have a reminder of how great it is that people decide to give up a part of their day to stand alongside a road and hand out water to runners.
All-in-all it was a fun morning. It seemed like RnR could have used a few more volunteers. Even though I think we were doing pretty well, we were supposed to have about 75 people. And other than the water not showing up until late (and us getting pretty darn close to running out of water), it seemed like the stop was well run. Of course, it helped that my husband was the lead volunteer as there were many CARA volunteers. I even managed to talk three of my co-workers to joining in who I am hoping won't hold this against me the next time I need something from them.
I don't have any races coming up, so maybe I'll volunteer for another race next month.
Monday, June 29, 2015
That's not to say I didn't have a good time on this race. It was well run, packet pick up was easy, the course wasn't crowded, support was good and the course was scenic2.
Race day had me up a little after 5 a.m. as we had to drive to Downer's Grove (henceforth known as DG) and the race started at 7:30 and we had to pick up our packets before 7. My sister and I contemplated driving to DG the night before and staying in a hotel, but frugality won out and we just got up early. She picked me up and we headed on out of the city. Traffic was light and we made it there with more than enough time to spare. DG was having a fair downtown and so there were lots of street closures, but we just followed the detour signs and the guy in front of us who looked like he was a runner3. We found (free!) parking and then followed the other people who looked like runners to the lot next to the DG park district building to collect our packets.
After donning our bibs, stashing our gear at the CARA tent and putting on some sunscreen, we made a quick trip to the porta-potties, for which there was a short line4, and we were ready to go. Being a small field, there were no pace signs, so we found a spot that looked good, listened to the recorded version of the Star Spangled Banner and, once the air horn sounded, we took off.
I had asked my sister what pace she was planning on running and she said between 9's and 9:30's. So I asked her if she'd be willing to pace me at 9:20s for the first 3 miles. I feel like I got an affirmative response, but we ended up clocking our first two miles at 8:58 and 8:59 - a bit faster than I had wanted to go. She assured me that I could keep up this pace, but my body (and probably my brain) wasn't having it. Third mile I slowed down to around a 9:30 and then the fourth mile came and even though I remember it as being flat, I had an even slower mile of 9:50. I came back for the final mile clocking a 9:30 something and kicking it a bit at the end, I finished in 47:14 / 9:27 overall pace. Only somewhat slower than planned. I blame the hills, and my pacer.
Finishing stats: 13/31 in my age group5, and 261/453 overall. I didn't quite make my top half overall finish, but you know, hills.
Overall, I liked this race. What it lacked in flatness and closeness to home, it made up for in being different. We discussed even going out to the burbs for runs so we could maybe eventually benefit from hill training. After the race we hung out, got some chocolate milk from the Nestle people that seem to be everywhere lately (not complaining) and fresh fruit from a local grocery. After stretching, chatting with CARA people and doing a tour of downtown DG to find the Starbucks that we could have easily gotten to if half the streets downtown weren't closed, we headed back to the asphalt jungle of the city content that at least once this month I left the city limits6.
- I realize Cricket Hill is in no way mammoth. But when you live in Chicago mammoth becomes a relative term.
- Again, this is relative. When you run the same routes all the time, even if it is by the gorgeous lake front, a change of scenery is always welcome.
- You know the look, running cap, running watch, running shirt, probably running shorts but we couldn't see that far into his car, possibly a 26.2 sticker on the back of the car.
- My sister was actually a bit disappointed there was only one line instead of multiple lines. She has a strategy that goes something like: pick the line not necessarily the shortest, but the one that seems to be servicing the most porta-potties. This way turn over in said line is quicker. I for one think the one line, though potentially unwieldy, is much more equitable.
- Good for 3 more points in the CARA Circuit standings.
- This is hyperbole. I left the city limits when I went to that run in Roselle on the 7th. Oh, and we recently bought a new car that took us all the way to Countryside a little over a week ago. And I left the city all together when I went to NY for work at the beginning of the month. Sheesh, it's like I barely even live here.
- So I'm reading Infinite Jest and you know how DFW is with the end-notes. I thought I'd try them on for size. It's an interesting way of writing. You get to say so much more without having to pare down your thoughts to stuff that makes sense. Is it genius or is it the lazy writer's way of (not) dealing with a rambling mind?
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
I've always been of two minds about this phenomenon. On one level I hate it. I feel like it takes away my birthright, to be recognized as the eldest. I'm not entirely sure what that "birthright" is. Just recognition that I came first. On the other hand, it's nice to have someone who can do all the things that scare you or push you to do those things. If I had a sister who was more timid than I, there would be all kinds of things I would have never tried.
And this caring about people recognizing me as the older one ceased as I got older. It became amusing to both of us that people thought we were twins. Years ago, we had a job where we went into a store and tried to get guys to try on some new Docker pants. One of us stood at the entrance to the store and the other was in the men's area with the pants. Having been given the same thing to wear, we looked even more alike. So much so that one gentleman thought that my sister had managed to make it from the entrance to the back of the store before him. Because we sound similar too, we've both answered the other's phone and not made it clear who was answering the phone. It usually only takes a couple of full sentences before the caller figures out, but we always get a chuckle out of it.
As I've gotten older, I of course don't mind so much that people think I'm younger; though I don't think my sister appreciates it as much. And honestly, no one cares about age as much as you get older. It doesn't seem to matter as much as it does when your a kid.
What does matter is our relationship. I won't lie and say that my sister and I have this wonderful bond
that produces rainbows and unicorns or some such thing. We do have a bond. A unique and special bond. But part of that bond is getting on each other's nerves and then working it out. Part of that bond is not understanding each other and then finding a way. I would have never put as much effort into a friendship. As difficult as my sister can sometimes be (with the acknowledgement that I can certainly be difficult too), her depth of caring and loyalty to me and my family, the ways she has shown love and friendship to me, is something that I can only share with her.
|All of our pictures together these days seem to be running |
photos, one of the things that she got me to start.
She is the only person who knows what my childhood was like. She is the only person with the shared experiences of new schools and leaving friends and a longing to put down roots. And as much as she says she hates Chicago sometimes, she is the only person that understands the sense of home we have here.
Today my sister is 41 years old. Forty one years ago, I am told, I was super excited to have her entering the world. Forty one years later, I'm super excited that she's still in my world.
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
We got group rate tickets and were way up top along the third base line. At first that didn't seem too bad since we actually had a pretty good view and could even see the lake over the east side of the field. Quick side note, when we got up to our level, we asked an usher for some guidance on our seats. He started to show us, but then turned around and took us to other seats and said we could sit in a section that is normally reserved. It was pretty much behind home plate, though still on the upper level. It was very nice, and when had to tell him we were meeting other people, he said "I only do something nice once a day..." Oh well, he tried.
|See that bit of blue between the buildings at the top of the|
photo? That's the lake.
To make it even more exciting, the Stanley Cup was at the game and Toews threw out the first pitch. We actually didn't see that because we met at the bar formerly known as the Ginergerman. But it was still exciting. We left after the 7th inning stretch hoping the Blackhawks would sing - but no luck.
Now maybe we can schedule that retreat we've always talked about.