Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Endangered Ark



I just received my shipment of Endangered Ark Playing Cards. I'm particularly partial to the six and ten of diamonds, as they were created by the lovely Claire Hummel, aka "Shoomlah." Will try to keep Rob away from them as they will be turned into magic tricks. Beautiful work, Shoomlah. (Click on images to enlarge)

CLICK HERE for the link to the Endangered Ark card website where you can buy a set for yourself!

Re-branding


I looked up the definition of the word "brand" and it's one of those words that can mean completely opposite things, depending on how it's used. It can mean forging a singular identity. And it can mean marking one as a slave. The word originally referred to a burning piece of wood, which I imagine was used for branding someone's possessions. And later it came to take on the meaning of the identity of a company or product. I don't know why that's interesting to me but it is. Maybe because my dad understood the importance of company identity, and did not really find it funny when someone offered him a Pepsi. His company loyalty was to Coke and Coke alone.

Rob's company is in the process of re-branding (the good kind of branding - not the burning stick kind). They bought some other companies in the U.S. and are bringing them all underneath the same name and logo. The name of the head company is Prime Focus, and the logo is a stick figure of a man. The inference is that the prime focus of the company is people. I like that.

CLICK HERE for the link to the article about Prime Focus in today's Variety. It has a picture of Rob and one of Namit, the founder. Both look very happy. (There is more to the article than the clip above.)

Sunday, September 27, 2009

The Chief returns home...

Chief Yowlachie is going home. Since 1978 he's been residing inside the Tom Kemp Sr. house or later at the Kemp Mammoth house. When it came time to decide where he should go after returning from Mammoth, I suggested that perhaps the Chief belonged not only to dad, but to the 3 other brothers as well. Turns out I was one third right and two thirds wrong. It belonged to one brother - my uncle Dick. He said that he knew the artist, Loren Barton, and was given the painting when he was 12 years old. The artist gave it to him because of his love of Indians.

We all loved the Chief. When we were growing up, the Chief hung in the back room (dubbed "Siberia") of our grandparents' house, next to the most amazing, authentic Indian headdress you'd ever want to see. I'm not sure why, but grandpa and grandma didn't seem to mind as we'd put the headdress on and run around the house. When mom and I went through their belongings after they'd passed away, we never found the headdress. Or the typewriter. Mom always thought that they were stolen. (Mom loved a good mystery.)

The Chief also had a connection with Laguna that amused dad to no end. Astonishingly, he started his career as an opera singer and had a brief stint with the Laguna Players. A poster of the event hung in the "White House" restaurant that dad went to every Saturday morning for his strawberry waffles-with-no-whipped-cream and crisp-but-not-burned bacon.

Chief Yowlachie was from the Yakima Tribe in Washington state, and though he started as a singer, he switched to the movies in the 20's. His imdb profile lists 96 film and tv appearances, which is a pretty amazing accomplishment. Here is a poster from one of his movies.


The date on the painting is 1926, a year before the "Sitting Bull" film. The artist was the great-niece of Clara Barton, founder of the Red Cross. She was born in 1873 in Clara's house, but then moved with her family to Los Angeles. She was known for her etchings, illustrations, and watercolors. In 1933 the White House (the real one, not the restaurant) commissioned her to paint the First Ladies' gowns. Her work is also at the NY Public Library, the National Gallery of Art, the Met, and the National Library of France, and soon, at the Dick Kemp home.

And so the Chief will end his odyssey, after hanging for 6 years in my brother Tom's bedroom, 15 years in dad's attic, and 9 years at Mammoth.

I have my own Chief. I had the original scanned by my friends, the Sahyouns, who own a fine art scanning company. I had them make me a full size copy, complete with brush strokes. He hangs high in our second bedroom, watching over our guests and the pups as they sleep. He is good company.

If my dad were reading this, he'd give a shout-out of "Powder River let 'er buck, a mile wide and an inch deep, eeeeeyippee!" Wrong tribe, but he wouldn't have cared. When the shout appeared, you could tell it was erupting from some primal place deep inside him that originated in the hills of Montana and South Dakota. He felt a part of that land, even though he was born and raised in Los Angeles. Connected not by direct experience, but by story. I don't think he had the slightest idea that the Chief belonged to Dick. But it would make him very happy that the Chief is going home where he belongs.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Lois and friends on the Academy screen


Emily saw that Rob appeared on the Academy's Facebook page. Three photos of the event were posted, which I will post here. Here is Rob along with his panel of cinematographers Steve Burum, Allen Daviau, John Bailey, and Caleb Deschanel. (Click on any of the photos to enlarge.)


I love this one (above) with an amazingly huge Oscar, Rob, and Casablanca. (Quick - what aspect ratio was Casablanca photographed in? Aw, no fair. He has it written across the top.)


The third one is my favorite as it's a summary of the talk, and shows a slide of Rob's mom (she's the one with the dog), alongside slides of Ingrid Bergman, Shirley Jones, and Vivian Leigh. It also has a couple of our vacation slides of Stonehenge and Monument Valley. The Taj Mahal photo is not on this image but it has shown up in his presentations since at least 1995, as cousin Jon reminded me. And if we play our cards right, maybe we'll get to see it in person soon. Seems only fitting that Rob is working for an Indian company, after using the Taj Mahal image for so long. I'm reading a book called, Dreaming in Hindi, and the author says that the Indian concept of time is circular, instead of linear like ours. She thinks it may have to do with their belief in reincarnation. The word for yesterday is the same as the word for tomorrow. They believe in the now. Rob says that might explain why they're so late for meetings. I think it is a perfect way of thinking about Rob's slide summary - a full circle.

Monday, September 14, 2009

In over my head


Most of the time when I'm practicing piano, I think I'm in over my head. But especially with Clair de Lune. It was my dad's signature piece, and I know that no one will ever feel the same way when I play it that they felt when my dad played it. My uncle Jack used to pop in the video we took of dad playing that piece at his recital. It was one way to feel close to dad. Joanne told me that Jack could play the beginning of that piece - the part that is harder than it seems, but also is a siren song, lulling you into thinking you might be able to go all the way with it. I never heard Jack play a note. But it makes me happy thinking that he and my dad shared a love for Clair de Lune.

I think the 5 flats in the key signature should have been a dead giveaway. That and the 9/8 time. The key of D flat is easier for me to wrap my head around if I think of it as two notes out of seven that aren't flats, rather than five out of seven that are. I just flat everything that isn't a C or an F and I come out of it okay. Feeling pretty confident. Then I turn the page and see myself approaching 4 sharps - a key of C sharp. And that's in the fast part.

Well, fortunately, I'm not playing the fast part fast. I'm not sure I'll ever play the fast part fast. My teacher, Jacqueline, wants me to play each note of those beautiful runs slow, firm, and strong. With the bottom note the firmest and strongest. It sounds quite ridiculous, and a very long way from sounding like Clair de Lune. I can't even hear the melody. But Jacqueline hears it, and I trust her. She points out which notes to push and which to pull back on. I have no idea. I do what she tells me to do. Most of the time.

And when I have a hard time discerning what I'm doing from a Czerny exercise (which Jacqueline doesn't believe in - hurrah!), she tells me that I'm building muscle, and laying the groundwork for speed. My hands hurt, so I think she's right on the muscle part. But to imagine how I will get from slow, loud, and strong, all the way to fast, "en animant," and beautiful is beyond me. But not beyond Jacqueline. She believes in me. She applauds me and shouts "Bravissimo!" She sits by my side and loves the music out of me.

Everyone needs a Jacqueline in their life. When your hands ache, you can't hear the melody, you feel you'll never be able to move quickly enough, when the sharps and flats tease and taunt you, when you know you should never have tried, there she is guiding you through the circles and lines and symbols and scribbles. "Don't worry. We'll find the notes together," she says. And you do. Slowly your fingers find their way to something that sounds occasionally, vaguely like something your dad played, what seemed like a long time ago.

Over my head. But not drowning. In fact, I might even be swimming.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Khybar and Dildar



What might sound like an Afghan law firm, is actually the name of an Afghan restaurant alongside the family name of our Afghan friends. The idea that within one week we dined in the restaurant AND with the family is one of the lovely coincidences that make life interesting.

Our friend, Linda Burum, restaurant reviewer for the L.A. Times and wife of cinematographer and friend, Steve Burum, chose us as guests to help her review the restaurant. We are her go-to people when she is reviewing Valley restaurants. We know nothing about the food we're eating, but we do like to eat. The other couple with us are food experts like Linda. One has multiple cookbooks to her name and has a regular food column in the Jerusalem Post. They lose us when they start saying things like - "To me that tastes less like Vietnamese but more like Sri Lankan cinnamon..."

This was a spare, humble restaurant in a spare, humble mini-mall, in a spare, humble neighborhood. We raided the cooler for drinks and then began the long and complex ordering process. We try not to give away what our secret is, but when we ask about EVERY dish on the menu, and then order practically EVERY dish on the menu, I would think the owner might be a bit suspicious. He starts by bringing us what was listed on the menu as bologni (which was an unfortunate spelling for sure. The preferred spelling is bulani.) after giving up on describing it and us not understanding him. It's a flat bread stuffed with spinach (or was it leeks?) and was a good omen of good things to come. Soon the table is filled with platters and we start the passing process, which pretty much never stops. Our collective favorite is the qabili palau which I am still dreaming about. We also love the dumplings - meat dumplings are called manti and chive and sour cream-filled dumplings are called aushak.



I comment on the large photo of a handsome man wearing a Qaraqal hat like Hamid Karzai wears. In fact I think it's Hamid Karzai, so Rob and I tell the stories told to us by Hamid's cousin, Hameed (which I will not repeat in public), but it turns out to be a picture of the owner's father, who recently passed away. It was the owner's tribute to the dad that he loved, which made the meal even more lovely than ever.

As we're about to get into our car, we notice that the owner is standing outside near the entrance of his restaurant. We again thank him and mention that we have some good friends from Afghanistan. He asks their names. We say, "the Dildar family" and he says, "I know them. I cater for them." Turns out, the owner was a star soccer player back in Afghanistan and knew Daoud back there. He indeed catered Najla and Hameed's engagement party. The world got a little smaller.




The next week, we go to Baz and Sadika's condo in Irvine. Najla is in town with children Sameed and Azeem. We didn't realize that the whole gang was going to show up. Zakia, Daoud, Nadia, Sulieman, Wana, and Masoud. Things that stood out to me were:

1. All of them speak several languages. Najla and Daoud speak Farsi, Pashto, Turkmen, Russian, Uzbek, English and one other that I can't remember. (Is it Urdu?) In addition, Daoud speaks the different dialects to the different Afghan languages. Rob spent the evening practicing, "Nice to meet you" in Farsi.

2. Sadika, the matriarch of the family, doesn't speak much English, but she and I talk to each other anyway. We laugh and hold hands and somehow we manage to communicate. (Though I have to admit it's nice when someone translates.)

3. All three of Daoud's children seem so American to me now. So does Najla. How did that happen?

4. Nadia says she prays for "Mr. Tom Kemp" every day. Her English is amazing. "Mr. Tom Kemp" would indeed be proud of her.

5. When there's a break in the dinner conversation, the Afghanis have an old saying that an angel just visited. I like that.

6. Zakia told us the story that Nadia once told - that Sadika (Najla's mother) and Zakia went to the mosque to give out coins to those begging there. Zakia was wearing a full burka which covered her face, when she saw her mother walk up to her and hand her some coins. Her own mother didn't recognize her, thinking she was a beggar.

7. Zakia also told us that women couldn't ride in regular bus seats. They had to sit in the back on the floor. She and her mother got into the same bus unbenownst to each other. Zakia recognized her mother and, not wanting to get in trouble by speaking, just reached out and took her mother's hand and held it. Later that day, her mom told someone about the stranger who had taken her hand. Again, she hadn't known it was her own daughter.

8. The size of an Afghan family kitchen bears no relation to the amount of food that is produced there. We ate like kings.


I am writing this on the day after Afghanistan's second national election. The Taliban have issued their "night letters," threatened to cut off the blue finger of anyone who voted, and have launched 122 rockets into cities and villages on election day. Over 20 people were killed. But one woman is quoted as saying, "Why should we be scared? We want to have a say in our future and the future of our children." That's courage. May God bless Afghanistan and its people.










Monday, August 10, 2009

FOCUS!

Focus: Concentration of attention or energy on something; maximum clarity; free from obscurity; special importance or significance.

In honor of Rob's first day of work as CEO of Prime Focus Post Production North America, I spent the day focusing on focusing. He left at 6:30 am, and that gave me an early start. My day began, as usual, out of focus, as I reached for my glasses. I decided to focus on what I was grateful for. Grateful for God. For Rob. And the girls. For family and friends and friends that have become family. For Rob's new job opportunity. For his previous job opportunity. And especially for the eight months of steady work in between - almost all of it unpaid. Working on the two houses, working on getting both nieces and their resumes ready for prime time, working at church, working on an entrepreneurial idea, working on family videos, working with Dr. Kitatani's college class, working on two Academy presentations, working on finding work. It's been a deeply rich and fulfilling thing to witness, and I am perhaps even more proud of the work that Rob does in the off times than in the on.

I then focused on the spiritual bedrock of the above, notably his favorite phrase from the Bible, "Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding." I actually have admitted to being tired of hearing that passage, but I'm never tired of seeing it in action, in all its glorious splendor. Maybe in this economy it's even easier to trust like that, since the other normal supports have all been pulled out. Easier to trust, when one's own understanding doesn't really have anything meaningful to offer up.

Next I focused on what would try to keep me from being focused. All I wanted that day was to be a support, so it's no real shocker to me that things would appear to undermine my strength, my optimism, my clarity, my goodwill. Ah, but the focus was in full force, working on me. The focus was digging in its heels and wasn't giving in to any opposition. The focus started to seem like the eye test where I'm asked, "Which looks better? Number One? or Two?" and I guess I answered correctly because eventually every direction I looked seemed to be an unobstructed view.

I suppose that some people like it fuzzy. When you're in focus, you're not only seeing the good stuff clearly, but you're seeing the ugly stuff too. But maybe the world needs us to focus on the ugly stuff so we can finally clean it up.



Monday, July 20, 2009

In praise of astronauts

From Astronauts

Rob got a text from his friend last Monday saying, "Guess who I'm having lunch with today? Astronauts!"

Rob texted back some expletive, meant in jest, and then asked, "Can I come too?"

Within an hour, Rob was having lunch with astronauts.

There's no way to describe the look on his face as he raced out the door to go to lunch and there's no way to describe the grin he had upon returning - it's what sheer joy and wonder look like. He quickly texted daughter Emily to say, "Guess who I just had lunch with?" and she texted back, "You didn't have lunch with the Atlantis crew at the Academy, did you?" Turns out that she had been following the Twitter feeds of astronaut Mike Massimino (aka "Astro_Mike") who even sent tweets from space.

The astronauts were in Beverly Hills to give a presentation at the Academy called, "Astronaut as Filmmaker." The astronauts were as excited to be part of the Academy as the Academy members were to welcome them there. (Where do astronauts live, you might ask - in Houston. Makes sense.)

These particular astronauts (there were six of them) were part of the amazing recent mission to repair the Hubble Telescope in May. One was absent, Megan McArthur, as that day she was part of the team at Kennedy Space Center trying to make sure that the upcoming launch wouldn't be delayed any longer than necessary. We decided that was a pretty good excuse.

Rob and I went to the reception prior to the presentation. The first person we saw was our friend, Caleb Deschanel, one of the finest cinematographers around. He shot "The Black Stallion," "The Natural," and "The Right Stuff," among other things. He was going to be the moderator, along with John Dykstra, who did the special effects for "Andromeda Strain" and "Star Wars." Caleb was there with his wife, Mary Jo. And also with him was "Astro_Mike" of Twitter fame (he has 690,042 followers as of today). We walked up just as Astro_Mike was meeting Caleb and Mary Jo. He was excited because Right Stuff was one of his favorite movies (he took the dvd up into space!) and Mary Jo had played the role of Annie Glenn in the movie.

I talked with Astro_Mike's wife, Carol, who told me that before Mike became an astronaut, they had gone to a talk at Columbia where he was doing his undergrad work. The talk was by Jim Lovell and he told all about the Apollo 13 mission (this was before the movie, so little was known about it). Afterwards they went up to meet Lovell and Mike was completely awestruck and speechless while Carol tried desperately to make small talk, hoping that Mike would say something eventually. He didn't.

She said that on one of his missions, their family hamster died. When it was time for she and the kids to have their face time with him while in orbit, she told her kids - whatever you do, DON'T bring up the hamster. We don't want to make daddy upset. So, during the transmission, their little son kept tugging at her the whole time saying, "Can I tell him now? How about now?" until finally she said, okay - tell daddy about the hamster. She didn't want Mike to feel bad, but she said sometimes you just have to go with the flow. She said when the kids became teenagers, it was like any other teenage thing - hard to get them to show up on time at the Space Center to be able to talk with their dad.

Here's Rob and Astro_Mike.


From Astronauts

Here are some interesting things I learned from their presentation:

1. They had 30 different cameras on board. And they had to be trained in how to use all 30. One was a gigantic IMAX camera with which they could only shoot a total of 8 minutes of footage! 8 minutes out of a 13 day mission. They had 33 classes in the IMAX camera alone. The photo at the beginning of this post shows them learning how to use it underwater as practice. Wow.

2. It's hard to get acclimated to the lack of gravity, but once you do, you always think YOU'RE the one that's right side up, and everyone and everything else is upside down. (I've felt that on earth...)

3. Making a burrito in space is really cool. The tortilla just hovers there as you pile some shredded chicken on top. And if the flat, floating tortilla tips to one side, all the stuffing still stays where it is and doesn't fall off. You can even flip it upside down and it all stays together. Very cool. It was more suspenseful than you might imagine to watch and everyone applauded when Drew got it folded up and took his first bite.

4. For some reason, there is a real lack of American flags on the shuttle or on the astronauts' uniforms. HOWEVER, there is a giant "CANADA" on the robotic arm (which, coincidentally, has a Dalsa camera at the end). Rob says that the Canadians talk about the Canadian arm with a spaceship attached.

5. They took up 400 different tools, 116 of which were unique to this particular Hubble repair. So, they not only had to know what each tool was for, but had to be able to choose the right one while wearing a puffy space suit and looking through 4 layers of glass while floating in space.

6. I forgot that you can't hear sounds in space. This makes those space repairs harder, like when you can't hear when you're stripping a screw. Also, when you use an electric screwdriver in space, you have to anchor yourself to the robotic arm, otherwise the screw stays in one place and YOU go around.

7. The footage shot at the end of the mission has little white dots around the image. That's due to gamma rays killing pixels in the camera over time.

8. Since they're traveling around the earth at 17,500 mph, they see one sunrise and one sunset every 90 minutes. So kind of hard to plan the lighting for your photos... you're just gearing up for the right light, it's looking good, almost perfect, and then - wham, it's dark again.

9. When one of the handles on the Hubble was damaged, and the word finally came from Mission Control that Astro_Mike should just break the handle off, Mike said he was conflicted, "Really? They want me to BREAK it? I'm pretty sure they gave me specific orders in training NOT to break stuff on the Hubble."

10. Mike's first thought when he looked at earth from space was that he should turn his head - that God didn't intend man to see this. Then he cried. Then he thought this must be like the view from heaven. Then he thought, this IS heaven.


Here are Maryrose (from the Academy), Astronauts, with (in front) Tad, Sid Ganis (President of the Academy), John Dykstra, and Caleb.

From Astronauts


And here is the crew in space. (How can you tell?)

From Astronauts

Thursday, May 07, 2009

BIG!


Rob just got back from his rehearsal at the National Archives. His speech is tonight. Walking to the Archives from the hotel, he almost accidentally stepped in front of the Presidential motorcade. So, we're all grateful for Mary Rose, his friend from the Academy, who kept him from stepping off the curb toward certain doom.

The talk is a part of a current exhibition at the archives called not just, "Big" but "Big!"

Big with an exclamation mark is bigger than big, I guess. I imagine the exhibition to be a bit hard to process mentally, when the only thing that ties the exhibits together is size. And since size is relative, I'm wondering how they decide if something is indeed, "big!" (A microscopic creature could be big! for its size but not as big! as the bailout is, for example.) Anyway, Rob will talk about big! film formats like Cinemascope! and VistaVision! Then he'll show the movie, "Tucker" which is a wide-screen film, shot by the god of cinematography, Vittorio Storaro. When Rob took Vittorio to a reception of cinematographers at Panavision last year, Rob saw first hand what it's like to be Vittorio, i.e. big! in the cinematography world.

That this event is scheduled one day before Uncle Jack's service is one of the great mysteries in my life that I choose to not question. Rob has worked so hard on his presentation, and so much of our conversation of late has had something to do with film formats, that right now it feels disjointed to have the speech placed next to a memorial for Jack. It is hard to flip the pages between the two events in my mind. And when I'm paying attention to one, I feel like I'm neglecting the other. I can't hold them in my mind at the same time. Does not compute.

From Kemps

I guess the word big! would describe Jack's life about as well as any other word. And big! has been the coverage of his passing. Our friend, documentarian Jake Boritt, put together a Facebook page that covers the coverage. (Click here for the link.) I'm not sure any of us could have had an idea of the magnitude of the impact his life had on others. The impact of his ideas certainly, but also the impact of his character, his passion, his faith, his insistence on helping the underdog, his comfortableness in working with others no matter what their differences in ideology or background.

There are many of us that are quite at home with the small, with detail and story that is close to us and to our experience. Not Jack. It might have started with the small - with the one delivery truck bought by his dad and his dad's brother (as Jack would say in speech after speech, "audaciously called California Delivery Service"). But Jack's message would reach far beyond his dreams, and include everyone who wanted to be a part of it.

I wrote to him several months ago as I was, like my dad before me, yet again frustrated after reading a column by David Francis, the economic editor of the Christian Science Monitor. I suggested to Jack that he may want to write a response to Francis. Instead, he sent me a massive array of articles on supply-side economics with notes pointing out which I should read first, etc. Always the quarterback, he was throwing me a pass and I had to start running to be in place to catch it and run in the right direction. I think he's thrown us all a pass long and deep, and we better start hustling to be where we need to be to receive it.

And yet, as big as his public life was (and is), his private life (what I saw of it) was bigger. The last time I spoke with him, he couldn't say much. He tried, but he was thinking of my dad and when we Kemps get emotional, we go silent. My dad went silent a lot. So, it was a fitting tribute to dad to hear nothing but quiet in Jack's call. I knew well the emotion he was feeling. It was as big! as they come.

~

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Think Again


There are plenty of things in this world that deserve to be re-thought, but the one at the top of my list today is the set of marital rules recently signed into law by in Afghanistan. One part of the law makes it illegal for a woman to resist the advances of her husband.  The next part requires that if a woman wants to work or go to school outside of the home, she must obtain her husband's permission. And last, but not least, it is illegal for a woman to refuse to put on makeup or dress up for her husband if he asks for her to do so. 

It's easy to laugh at the silliness and insubstantiality of the above ruling. However, I'm left wondering that if I were faced with the above image of hatred and ignorance, would I be so courageous as the women who stood their ground outside of the "School of the Last Prophet" madrasa while angry men are calling them "whores" and shouting, "Death to the enemies of Islam!"?

Fortunately, one of the madrasa's senior clerics was on hand to clarify their position. He said this was a dispute between "professionals" and "non-professionals," that is, between clerics who understand the Koran and women (who apparently do not).   



I hope and pray that I would be standing beside these women, deliberately provocative, with my fist in the air and head held high.




Sunday, March 15, 2009

There will be a quiz...


For those of you that don't have a copy of the restored Gone With the Wind (and you know who you are), here's your chance to see Rob talking about the restoration - for free!  Here's the link to Amazon which has the 17 minute video, which includes Rob's ever-popular explanation of the 3-strip Technicolor process.  When you get to the Amazon page, just click on the "Restoring Gone With the Wind" link.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Claire Bear's Xbox Graphics


The lovely Miss Claire created the all the design work for Microsoft's Xbox Live Arcade Awards. I don't know a thing about the awards except I (not surprisingly) love the graphics. The picture above is her design and here's the link to the site.

I'm a little slow on the next item, as it involves the Christmas Card that Claire designed for Microsoft Games (click on image to enlarge).  Yes, it was their 2008 card, which was pretty good for a kid who had only been working there for four months when they asked her to do the design.  Now, if only Rob and I could get our 2008 Christmas cards finished...


Friday, January 09, 2009

Ray guns, enchiladas, manta rays, trilobytes, pears, and John Glenn

From Christmas Time 2008

This was Christmas morning at Casa de Hummel. Snoring pups snuggled up with sleepy children and one eager dad trying desperately to rouse them. When I look back on this Christmas, what I loved about it was the jumble of it all. 

First, the pups opened their presents (literally).
Em got some fascinating reading material from her dad.
Both girls got vintage Pan Am memorabilia, including visors, luggage tags, and junior wings.
It was an eBay Christmas. I had never bought a thing before November 2008. And by Christmas, I was up to 47 wins. Rob and the girls were impressed with my apparently latent auction skills. Among other things, I bought a vintage "Block Mother" civil defense sign for Emily, along with an awesome green geiger counter. And I bought a Yellowstone serving tray and an authentic Park Ranger hat for Claire. And a "Professor Smarty" Magician post card from 1912 which I framed for Rob. Wish I'd taken photos...
Here are some of the presents I received. First, a stuffed manta ray.
A trilobyte tile.
A teeny tortoise tile.
Two teeny blue vases.
And of course, some new pears.
Below is Em with Molly, Claire with Ranger hat, and Rob with his new raygun.
On Boxing Day we invited the family over for enchiladas.  The whole family squished into the teeny house, but it didn't seem to matter that no one could move. It was wonderful to be together, and especially nice to have Aunt Tensie and Cousin Eric along.  Here are photos of the event.
The girls decorate the tree, and I take it down. So it isn't until after Christmas, and after they've left town, that I stop to think about the ornaments. Six of the ornaments were made 22 years ago by a 3 year old Emily and me. I had a recipe for Apple Cinnamon ornaments, so together we made the dough, cut them out, let them dry and painted them. Em says it's pretty obvious who painted what, but I love them all. I always store them in a plastic baggie so we attempt to maintain that wonderful smell. I think they've finally lost most of their cinnamony-ness, but they will always make me smile.

From Christmas Time 2008

I found the recipe online so here it is:

APPLE CINNAMON ORNAMENTS
from COOKS.COM

3/4 c. ground cinnamon
2 tbsp. ground cloves
1 c. applesauce
1 tbsp. ground allspice
1 tbsp. nutmeg
1/8 or 1/4 inch ribbon

Mix the applesauce and the spices in a bowl. Make a ball with the dough and then roll it out between wax paper. Using Christmas cookie cutters, cut out desired shapes you can and lay them on a wax paper lined cookie sheet. Re-shape the scraps and repeat the procedure using all of the dough. Take a pencil and make a hole towards the top so that ribbon can pass through it later. Lay the cookie sheets in a convenient place to dry for 4 or 5 days to dry uncovered. When dry, thread the ribbon through the holes for hanging. You can decorate one side of the ornament either by gluing things to it or painting designs. Store these in a resealable plastic bag.


And last but not least, our Friendship 7 ornament. If you recall, Friendship 7 was the spacecraft in which John Glenn became the first American to orbit the earth. Each time we plug in the tree lights, we hear John Glenn's voice from that historic flight. Strangely enough, John Glenn's voice means the start of Christmas for me. 

One of my presents was a new video camera, since Rob's is so huge and looks like he should be doing a newscast from the sidelines of the SuperBowl. Mine is small and easy and my first video is of the ornament. It's only 24 seconds long and nothing moves. I just wanted to capture the sound. So turn up your volume and enjoy. Roger. Zero G and I feel fine.