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Update on Dad

Quick post today. My Dad went to see his oncologist today after his latest CT scan. Because things looked good before, he has not had a scan in 3 months which seemed like a long time to be honest. Well, it is all good news. The doctor reports that there are no new spots or lesions and that the existing tumors are shrinking. My Dad will not have to increase his dosage of the drug he is taking which would bring with it new and unwelcomed side effects, so this was the best possible news. He will have another ct in 3 months. Over all, he continues to deal with some side effects from taking the drug, but they are relatively minor and in general, my Dad is doing quite well. Thank you to all who have been keeping him in your prayers. I know it has made a difference. God is good all the time.

Today's Bullets

• There is a new smoking tax on the ballot for voters under Oregon’s awful (don’t get me started) ballot initiative process which was created by people who apparently believe that people with no legal training, no way of understanding context, no conceivable way to become informed, who are astonishingly responsive to mainstream advertising and mostly apathetic about social policy are the best people to craft legislation for the state. (Oops, I guess I got started….) Anyway, there is a new tobacco tax up for vote and the campaign against it absolutely kills me (not like smoking would kill me, but still…). I mean the PR firm charged with defeating that initiative is fighting an uphill battle to be sure, but what they’ve come up with defines “lame.” Basically, the only people on their side is a diminishing pool of smokers, many of whom don’t actually vote. Everyone else will likely fall into two camps: (1) I’m not sure why we should be taxing the bejeezus out of cigarettes, but hey m

Michael Clayton

My lovely wife and I had a rare date night at the movies with some friends of ours Friday night and we decided to see Michael Clayton. I’m sure the fact that we encouraged our wives to choose the movie and this one happened to star George Clooney is a complete coincidence….. MC was written and directed by Tony Gilroy who wrote the 3 Bourne movies and a few others before, but that resume piece alone was enough for me to be interested in this movie. Plus, I like Clooney. He’s a good actor and, as one of my blog buddies mentioned in a comment on this blog, he seems like the kind of guy who would be fun to hang out with even if he was much, much cooler than everyone else. The movie stars Clooney, Tom Wilkinson and Sydney Pollack. I have to say first that I think the title was an inspired choice. You don’t name a movie someone’s mundane first and last name unless you are making a movie about a real person. There are exceptions, but the movie-going public is trained to expect a movie

We Own the Night

This past Sunday’s guys’ night out movie was “We Own the Night” written and directed by James Grey who is best known for having an exceedingly common name. Soon he will be known as they guy who made this movie, but to date I can’t really think of much that he’s done. The movie stars Joaquin Phoenix, Eva Mendes, Marky Mark Wahlberg and Robert Duvall. My favorite thing about the cast in this movie is the preview where it says “Academy Award nominee Mark Wahlberg, Academy Award nominee Joaquin Phoenix, Academy Award winner Robert Duvall and….Eva Mendes” Too bad for her. You have to hate it when you’re cast with a bunch of great actors and you find out marketing is going with the whole “look how many academy award winners we have” and you’re the only one without a nod. I think Eva should fire her agent immediately. I doubt it is at all his fault, but I think that’s how things like that get handled in Hollywood. Before we continue with our regularly scheduled review, I have to ask, what’s w

Tom Cruise Syndrome

I was just reading a rant from the wife of one of the sports writers I read regularly. The writer is the Sports Guy who writes for ESPN.com and his wife writes a weekly rant in his football picks column. Anyway, she was going off this week about how she is sick of the show Grey’s Anatomy. Lost in her diatribe about various celebrity couples was a really underrated point about the entertainment world and celebrity worship. She explained that since finding out about the actors’ personal lives in the tabloids, she finds their performances less believable or is distracted by what she knows about the actors. I think we can officially call this “Tom Cruise Syndrome.” Cruise had, for years I’m sure, been a complete whackjob. I’m sure that years before he was jumping on Oprah’s couch, he believed crazy things and had mixed up values and everything that he gets demonized for now. The only difference is that we didn’t know it about him. He had carefully protected his private life and so

Pumpkin Rage

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Here is my younger son's reaction to his first official school field trip to the Pumpkin Patch. Horrified onlookers report that just prior to this picture, you could hear him mumbling angrily "don't make me angry, you won't like me when I'm angry." Also, for anyone reading this that might care, there is a new sports post about the Blazer game Gibson and I attended last night over on my sports blog.

Random points

My wife and are planning to attend the Zoe conference in Fresno in January. Anyone else who reads this thinking about going? I’m always on the lookout for opportunities to get to meet some of you in person. Why is it that whenever I get injured playing sports, people always tell me I should stop playing sports? I bruised my ribs playing basketball last night and today people at the office keep saying things like “time to give up contact sports” or “aren’t you getting too old for that?” or “you play basketball? Really? You? Hahahahahahahaha” Other than that last response, I don’t get it. I love basketball. I love the pushing and shoving and grabbing and biting and that’s just at the drinking fountain between games. I hurt in some way every time I play and that’s just part of it. Why would I give this up? I mean, people may wish I would so they wouldn’t have to play with me, but I’ve never been that big on granting other people’s wishes. Portland decided it needed another par

StumpTown watches TV

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I will confess that I like watching TV. For fiction, I prefer TV and Movies to books. I know that makes me shallow and brainless and so on, but I felt it better to just come clean from the outset. That said, my schedule doesn’t really allow me to watch a ton of TV (though my wife begs to differ), especially if you don’t count sports, but I’m sure this post will have you thinking otherwise. One more qualifier. TV, Movies and Music are creative, artistic endeavors (mostly) and like all of them, their quality or value is to some degree (not as much as people think, but some) subjective. So, I know that it is very likely that I will hate something that you love. I also know that this offends people. So, please understand that I mean no offense and in spite of my forceful opinions, we can still be friends if we disagree about whether a movie like Fever Pitch is worth watching. Anyway, enough qualifiers. I plan to watch more than I ever end up watching at least in part because fr

Road Trip Music

Just got a very good question from faithful blog reader and cherished StumpTown friend Peggy in the comments to my post about movies. She asked for advice in selecting music for a road trip so I thought I would offer the following. I try to follow these simple rules when preparing road trip music. I hope they help. 1. The Radio station rule – try to find as many songs or artists that grab your ear when you are surfing through the radio. There are always those songs that, no matter how many times you’ve heard them, just click with you to the point that it is physically impossible to change the radio station when you hear this song playing. Those songs are like 3 minutes of your musical soul mate. The more of those songs the better. I just compiled a CD of such songs which include: a. I love Rock ‘n Roll – Joan Jett (that’s right, so what?) b. Bohemian Rhapsody – Queen c. Kodachrome (sp?) – Paul Simon d. Me and Julio down by the school yard (not the real name) – Paul Simon e.

StumpTown at the Movies

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If you have been thinking recently that you are in desperate need of someone to tell you which movies and new TV shows you should like, this is the blog post for you. I’m going to basically dump my thoughts on some of the movies I have seen most recently and then add a brief review of the new shows I’ve managed to see this year thanks to the beauty and power of the DVR. Movies I basically see three categories of movies. 85% of the movies I see are with a group of my guy friends on Sunday nights. We have sort of a men’s movie night where we see movies that likely appeal mostly to men. That means we see a lot of shooting, explosions and slow-motion action shots and are kept current on all the latest and best fart jokes. It also means we don’t see any movie with a woman’s name in the title, no Drew Barrymore or Julia Roberts (is she still alive?) and we also avoid movies that would be better suited for dates with our wives or nights out with the whole family. Roughly 10% of the movi

What kind of person are you?

So, here’s one… I’ve become interested recently in people’s perceived need to categorize themselves. As much lip service as we pay to avoiding stereotypes, people are anxious to stereotype themselves as much as possible. People identify themselves with other groups and it is a nearly universal way of describing oneself (from hair-color to coffee preference, people want to be “a ____”, more than just themselves). It is understandable given our social makeup, but can, like most things in life, also be amusing at times. It becomes amusing when people attempt to categorize themselves to mask the undeniable fact that they are simply a whackjob. Like today, I was going to grab some lunch (a sandwich of course) and could not help but overhear one side of a cell phone conversation. A young woman was talking with the sort of projection that would make a classically trained stage performer proud, and discussing her marital issues with someone who, I’m sure, is now at least partially deaf.