The Last Word

December 18-22, 2017

The People of LWON start the week with our recommendations for holiday binge-watching. You’re welcome.

Guest Mary Caperton Morton tells a story about hiking in Bears Ears National Monument, which had its acreage cut by 85 percent earlier this month. As the canyon opened up, our side canyon nearing the confluence with Dark Canyon, we didn’t stop again to top off our reservoirs and by the time we hit the main canyon, we were two liters shy of our full capacity of 8.5 liters. Classic desert hiking mistake.

Craig and his sons see the new Star Wars movie, one of many stories told best during the longest days of winter. This is when we gather in close. Our voices carry us through the dark, reminding us that we are not alone; we are not ghosts, not yet.

I redux a post about fire, during another fire. Fire is frustrating. It seems like—at least for me—when I want one, I can’t get one. Over the weekend, I made a careful structure of tinder and sticks. But it took multiple flicks of a lighter, and sheets and sheets of twisted newspaper, for all my work to catch.

On Friday, Rose writes—speaks, really—about dictation, also known as “the kishin”. Dictating my drafts also requires me to think before I speak. Which is something that I confess I do not always do and could certainly use practice at.

Next week we’re taking a short winter’s nap (or maybe just binge-watching more shows), so we’ll run some favorite posts from years past. See you then!

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Image:  Walter Prichard Eaton, In Berkshire Fields, 1920.

Long Live Dictation

I am writing this post while walking around in Prospect Park. I shouldn’t really call it writing, because I’m actually speaking. I am walking in the park with a bluetooth headset on, and saying these words into the microphone, and hoping that my phone understands them. So far, so good. It is a cold day. There are some squirrels fighting to my left, and some teens smoking weed to my right. I’m sure both of them think that I’m very strange, walking around and talking to myself while also intermittently saying “comma” and “period” and “new line.”

In other words: I have recently discovered dictation. Discovered not in the global sense of course, the concept of saying something out loud and having something or someone write it down for you is not something I invented. But I have personally discovered how useful it is, and I want to tell you about it. Because I think it is great.

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Redux: Fired Up

3368841720_f6ddbcfe97_zTwo years ago, I wrote a post about learning how to make fire with a bow drill, and how it was one of the many frustrating things about fire: that it’s hard to make when you need it, and hard to get rid of when you don’t want it to burn. Now yet another California fire has been burning, and it just won’t go out. As of Wednesday morning, the Thomas Fire is 60 percent contained and is the second-largest fire in recent history in the state. The winds are supposed to pick up again this afternoon.

I spent much of the last two weeks out of town, out of the smoke. I thought this meant I would have a lot to say about fire, but I don’t, at least not right now. I mainly felt lucky–lucky that we had a safe place to stay, lucky that I could pick up and leave when it was time to go. There were so many people who couldn’t. While I figure out what I think about that, here’s the post.

 

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A Winter’s Tale

Last night I went out with my kids to see the new Star Wars movie, followed by an hour and a half drive home along rivers and over a Colorado pass late at night. A car or two came by every twenty minutes or so. As my two boys slept in their pillows of jackets, stars filled the top of my windshield. Just past the new moon, the night was pitch dark.

Keeping myself alert, I thought about the movie we’d just seen, and how fitting it was to go out for an epic tale this time of year. A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, and other heroic tales, are best said around the winter solstice when the earth’s maximum axial tilt puts the northern hemisphere the farthest away from the sun. These are the longest nights of the year, and some of the coldest. Holidays cluster around the date (this year on Dec. 21) like wishes for the sun’s return. This is when we gather in close. Our voices carry us through the dark, reminding us that we are not alone; we are not ghosts, not yet.

In many indigenous traditions, the most important legends are saved for winter, and some have taboos against summer tellings. Folklorists and ethnologists who’ve gathered Native American legends have sworn to repeat them only in winter.

Poet Ramson Lomatewama, from Hopi in northern Arizona, said in a 2002 radio interview that this time of the year is “filled with mystery and power, because this is a time of reverence and respect for the spirits.” Continue reading

Guest Post: Long Live Bears Ears

Bears Ears is one of the last places in the desert southwest where the marks left by mankind on the landscape are whisper-light. It doesn’t surprise me to hear that our President has never set foot there or on Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument. He has no business in either place.

February 2014: A rough dirt road, muddy with snow, runs between two curious buttes that resemble a bear’s upright ears. Behind the buttes, we leave the car on the rim and plunge down into a series of canyons that will lead us on a 42-mile loop through the Dark Canyon Wilderness.

In four days we will see no other people and only a few signs of mankind: a scrap of black on white pottery, two small ruins tucked into alcoves – ancient handprints still visible patting the red mud mortar between sandstone bricks – and a set of barefoot human footprints that lead us through the canyons for more than 20 miles. The footprints are freshly made, slightly smaller than my size 8 feet, with a long, sure stride I could barely match in my hiking sneakers. Continue reading

Holiday Binge Watching List

The People of LWON have spoken. Here are the TV shows and movies you shall watch over the holidays. For previous lists, explore here (2016, 2015, 2014).

Christie: One of the best films I saw this year was actually released in 2015 (how did I miss it back then?) I was primed to love Clouds of Sils Maria (available on Netflix). It takes place in the sweeping Swiss valley where I once lived. The cinematography made me homesick for that place, and the first thing I did after watching the film was go find the film’s vintage and more modern videos of the “Maloja snake,” a unique cloud formation that forms along Maloja pass. The film stars Juliette Binoche as an actor in her 40’s grappling with the dearth of good roles for middle-aged women as well as celebrity culture and the tension between high art and pop culture. Kristen Stewart is terrific as Binoche’s assistant and Chloë Grace Moretz delivers the film’s most brutal lines, about how no one cares what the older woman thinks. It is a rare film that features multiple scenes of women talking to each other about ideas and work, rather than about a man. In other words, it kills the Bechdel test, an admittedly low bar.

Sarah G: Outlander. I know, I know. In some ways it’s basically a bodice ripper with time travel thrown in. But I love the characters and I love the story and it’s been my perfect escape this winter. Claire, a British Army nurse trying to reconnect with her husband after World War II, accidentally travels back to 1743 through some druidic stones while the couple is vacationing in Scotland. As she tries to find her way back to her own century, she unwillingly falls in love with the place, the people, and a Scottish highland warrior. Claire’s a commanding character, and there are lots of feminist undertones in the story, which make this entertaining series feel like a little bit less of a guilty pleasure, and more just a pleasure pleasure.

Ann:  I think I’ll watch the next season of The Crown to see again how people dressed in those days and what they were talking about and of course how the other 0.000001 percent live.  I watched the first season because I wanted to see how Elizabeth turns into a queen, but what I remember of it was how her sister seems be living in an entirely different film and what an unbearably whiny irritating twit her husband is.  None of these things seem to be in the filmmakers’ control, I think they’re operating from standard movie archetypes which don’t happen to fit into the same film.  The scenes in which Elizabeth gets her education in becoming a monarch were over-explainy, pro-forma, British actors acting splendidly — but they should have been the whole point.  They’re not the point and I don’t know what is.  I’m going to watch the second season and see if I keep snarling while I do.

Jessa: Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon’s The Trip series (so far consisting of The Trip, The Trip to Italy, and the Trip to Spain) has its own pace to it and gets you gently invested in the characters while the food and travel settings take center stage. Feels like hanging out with friends.

Jennifer: I was very excited to realize that there was not only a Season 2 of Broadchurch (Netflix) but also a Season 3! I love how unflashy these British crime series are, and how true they seem to police procedure, at least compared with the U.S. “solve in all in an hour, complete with confession” programs. The people look like people and their lives are wonderfully regular, even dull. (The ocean-by-the-cliffs scenery is stunning in this one, on the other hand.) Characters, both “good” and “evil,” are equally flawed, sympathetic, and believable. Plus, the accents. I’m just getting into Season 3 and I’m in no rush: For me this show is a slow drip. Two in a row is usually enough.

On another note, I am getting jittery having not yet started Peaky Blinders Season 4. I love the early 1900s Birmingham grit of that BBC show, plus the accents. (See the pattern here?) Also, I now have a crush on Cillian Murphy. So, there’s that.

Michelle: Mmm, Cillian Murphy … oh, sorry, what were we talking about? Right, what to watch: I loved Alias Grace, this year’s “other” Margaret Atwood adaptation. Unlike the Hulu adaptation of The Handmaid’s Tale, this is a limited series, not an open-ended story, and it takes place in the mid-1800s, not the dystopian future. Alias Grace is also based on actual events (though one could argue that The Handmaid’s Tale is too, and more and more so). Like The Handmaid’s Tale, it’s a deep examination of women’s power and lack thereof, and it has a fantastic female lead. You’ll be talking about it long after it’s over.

The movie Wonderstruck—not Wonder, which is really good too—is based on the children’s book by Brian Selznick, but it can be enjoyed with kids or without (the movie is aimed at a somewhat older audience than the book, so check out these guidelines before you go with small people). Even if you spot the big plot reveal a mile off, you can still appreciate the extraordinarily gifted young actors and the many lovely surprises along the way. Beautiful to look at, and sweet but not too sweet.

Cassandra: This is the kind of recommendation that I will get made fun of for . . . but you should watch This is Us. Oh you already are because it’s on network television and a super obvious recommendation? Good. Oh, you never would because it’s on network television and you want something obscure and challenging? And why would a smart science writer recommend some mainstream feel-good garbage? Well, first of all, I’m not that smart. And second, it’s absolutely not garbage. It’s about family. And feelings. And really tough relationship issues that seem like they’re resolved but they’re never REALLY resolved. It’s sweet, but it feels real. And now I’m going to cry.

You know what else you should watch? Homeland. Because OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE SEASON 6?! Shit, meet fan. Carrie is trying to get her life together but she cannot catch an effing break. Season 7 premiers on February 11!!!!

And if you have a small child, please watch Amazon’s movie version of The Snowy Day. It’s really adorable, and you will be humming Boys II Men acapella tunes for weeks. Con: You will be humming Boys II Men tunes for weeks. They will never go away. They will haunt your every waking moment.

If you have a small child, don’t watch Manchester by the Sea because it will rip your heart out and stomp on it. And you’ll want to do nothing but cradle your child and NEVER LET HER GO and it will be the worst date night ever.

Rebecca: Oh god, now I’m remembering Manchester By the Sea. Yeah, don’t watch that movie, unless you want to cry for a week. Also, don’t watch the absolutely marvelous Lady Bird for the same reason. Especially if you are a parent, or a child of a parent. Either way, they’ll really getcha. Can we go back to mainstream feel-good garbage?

My favorite guilty pleasure is Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. It’s the smartest, most feminist show I’ve watched in ages — seriously — and it comes with catchy, high-production pop songs. What’s not to like? The main character, Rebecca Bunch, is a train wreck, as the title implies. She increasingly self-destructs as she navigates crushes, female friendship, daughterhood, a law career, and a cross-country move that mayyyybe wasn’t the best idea. But it’s hilarious, I swear! And more thoughtful than you might expect. Don’t be offended by the non-woke language in the title; the situation is a lot more nuanced than that. The show ably handles mental illness with both sensitivity and wit, to its credit. Bonus: The catchy songs are useful for so many situations. Going out? Bust out the “Sexy Getting Ready Song,” to accompany your “nasty-ass patriarchal bullshit” rituals. Seeing the in-laws? Start humming “She Gives Good Parent.” Many (most) others are unsuitable for a family publication, but I promise they’re spectacular. Just watch it.

The Last Word

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December 11-15, 2017

This week on the Last Word on Nothing:

Wildlife tracking can be a way both to keep data on charismatic megafauna like wolves and to involve the public in their individual stories, especially when your protagonist shares her name with a mafia-linked belly dancer, says Emma.

Michelle has been looking into ways to intervene when someone is being harassed. Effective techniques include distracting perpetrators and documenting incidents. Now if only we could apply those when LWONers get jumped by the twitterverse.

Erik is interested in the theory that humans are pedomorphic, in the sense that we share traits with juvenile versions of our ancestral selves, including a lifelong propensity for play. But he’s not sure he buys it.

Rebecca is big into Star Wars and feels the themes therein speak to the benevolent side of religion and help us develop moral character.

For those of you for whom a holiday is not just a day without childcare, and for whom the Christmas season allegedly contains an abundance of free time, the People of LWON present our book recommendations of the year.

Holiday Binge Reading List

 

The People of LWON have spoken. Here are the books you shall read this holiday season. For previous year’s reading recommendation lists, explore here (2016, 2015, 2014).

Sarah G: Killers of the Flower Moon, by David Grann. By far the best literary nonfiction book I’ve ever read, and the most chilling. The Osage were once the richest people per capita in the world, thanks to their oil wealth. Then white people started marrying into their families and killing them off, one by one, as a way to inherit their mineral rights. Worse, this sinister plot wasn’t isolated. It was a massive conspiracy orchestrated against numerous families, by numerous people, that was tacitly and explicitly accepted by others in the communities where these people lived. This conspiracy has both metaphorical and literal bearing on how the United States government, corporations, and settler-descended citizens still marginalize Native Americans and exploit their natural resources. Grann spent five years on this meticulous and gripping account, building real relationships with these communities and with survivors of the crisis. As a result, he tells the story with sensitivity and skill. All his other books are now on my To Read list.

Also, the tender and illustrious essayist, novelist, poet and editor Brian Doyle died of brain cancer this spring, so I’ve been working my way through what books of his I hadn’t yet read. Children and Other Wild Animals is a beauty in the way only something written by Brian Doyle can be a beauty. Truly lovely, truly heartbreaking, a song. Continue reading