Thursday, March 20, 2008

Even better than the real thing . . .


Mary and I celebrated St. Patty’s day Monday by seeing the U2 3D film at the IMAX.

Quite simply, it was mindblowing.

For one, the visual effects were stunning. This wasn’t the 3D cheese of Dr. Tongue’s Monster Chiller Horror Theater. We ducked the neck of Adam’s bass as he moved toward the camera. The flyovers of Larry’s drum kit were exhilarating. And as we were about to ask the people in front to sit down, we realized they were actual concertgoers – part of the film, not our IMAX audience.

Aurally, the film delivered the goods, too. The sounds – from the subtle piano to the primal percussive, from Bono’s glorious Pavarotti impersonation on “Miss Sarajevo” to the crowd’s thunderous approval – were pitch perfect. My only complaint was the volume, which should have matched the volume and intensity of the concert footage.

U2 3D challenged my notions of a filmgoing experience. I left the theater feeling emotions I’ve never had walking out of a film.

That’s because the third dimension served to break down the barriers typically established between you, the passive observer, and the characters you watch on screen.

In that way, the subject matter was perfect for this next generation of 3-D technology: For decades, U2 has transcended the vast spaces of arenas, stadiums and massive festivals to give performances that somehow feel intimate.

What a joy for this fan, who most recently paid hundreds of dollars for the privilege of standing 70 yards from the band when they played AAC, to be accorded unprecedented access to U2 (for eleven bucks, no less). All from the comfortable perspective of a plush cinema seat with plenty of leg room, cool 3D specs, and cupholders. A sharp contrast to the constant jostling with the hundreds of others who surround you on the arena floor, all vying for a good sightline and seizing any chance to inch closer to the band. For me, that experience ranges from a mere distraction to creating hostility.

Which is why I was struck by my reaction to the audience as I watched the concert on film. On one hand, I felt like I was part of them as I, too, was experiencing the electricity of a U2 show. But overwhelmingly, I felt like a detached observer watching their joy, their passion for the concert. This differs from previous concert films I’ve seen where my reaction would lean toward envy. As in, “I wish I was there. Those lucky so-and-sos, getting to see U2 . . .” Maybe because I had the best seat in the house and didn’t have to hassle with parking. Whatever. I shared their joy. Their unity in song, in dance, in reacting to the actions of the band, was a big smile.

In that way, the film was a celebration of humanity. Tens of thousands of people together, sharing a powerful experience and uniting for a moment.

That sounded a bit heavy. Sorry.

But it also served to make the band more human, too. At times, U2 3D makes you feel like a fifth member of the band who is just kind of exploring the stage. (Hey, what’s up, Edge?) Which makes the band feel lifelike, lifesize, real. If not short. As opposed to the glorification and magnification that comes with seeing them live. (At least from the seats I usually have.) With the proximity the film offered, I found myself focusing more on how well they work together to create affecting music and performances.

I highly recommend the U2 3D film. It was astonishingly real. I actually started to check the newspaper the following morning for a review of the concert. (Of course, it wasn’t particularly newsworthy, since it took place in South America about a year ago.)

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Love

Friday, January 04, 2008

The Generosity of Snowmass

Today was our last day of skiing in Snowmass. Eric (my brother) and I brought our families here for a few days of fellowship and we have been blessed with beautiful surroundings, perfect weather, excellent ski conditions, and the accumulation of many new fond memories.

I have been struck several times during this trip by memories of my first trip here in 1982. My first plane trip, learning to ski, seeing the Rocky Mountains for the first time, learning of Eric and Danna's pregnancy - many fond memories from the two weeks spent here with my family and Eric's inlaws, the McGlothlins and the Lincolns (Abe Lincoln, in fact - but that's another post).

But none of the memories I listed above are the most vivid.

When we experience the Eternal in our lives it changes us and it leaves an impression that is not easily forgotten. I experienced it on that trip in 1982, and it is still my most vivid memory.

One afternoon we took a break from skiing to walk around in Aspen. This was a time when Aspen was really coming into its own - trickle-down economics were fueling its transition from quaint skiing village to resort destination for the rich and famous. The manifestations of that change were evident as we strolled around the town, with swanky boutiques moving in next to mom and pop gift shops. One of these merchants that had recently moved into Aspen was Ralph Lauren, who had opened a Polo shop there.

That Polo shop represented so many things to a young Reagan-era Republican like myself - style, sophistication, wealth, legitimacy. Yet, I knew that anything inside was well beyond my reach. Don't get me wrong - we weren't indigent - I just knew we could never afford such an extravagance just for my pleasure. Still, we went inside to look around, if only to imagine and aspire.

Once inside, lots of brass and hunter green. Beautiful, immaculately dressed people asking if I needed help finding anything. The scent of Polo cologne. Stacks of beautiful shirts, sweaters, jackets - all beyond my reach.

It was then that Danna's father, Ray McGlothlin, pulled me aside and told me I could have anything in the shop that I wanted - his treat. I still get tears in my eyes thinking of that moment. What I picked out is inconsequential - what impacts me to this day is the power of the generosity that Ray showed me. Indeed, the generosity he has shown everyone around him for as long as I have had the privilege of knowing him.

Being here 25 years later has inspired me to try to be more generous to those in my life in this new year. I'm truly grateful for Ray and other people in my life that have shown me how to live the message of Christ.

By the way - I picked out a red, blue and yellow Polo rugby shirt. It was genius.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Friday, October 19, 2007

My Driving Average



The excitement of driving a roofed car is nearly extinct for me, a victim of repetitive utility and familiarity. (Of course I drive an unspectacular and well-worn “auto-mobile” from the 20th century.)

Yet I’ve always subconsciously rated every drive.

Don’t know why. But I always have. When I arrive at my destination, I quickly review the factors I encountered between point A and B. Like traffic. Signals. Temperature. Cabin entertainment. And then I render a quiet judgment. It was a good drive. A bad drive. Or an “I can’t believe the whole wheel came off” drive.

Of course, I never kept score or quantified my drives.

Until tonight.

That’s when I played Driving Baseball on the way home. I counted all stop lights as at bats. Hitting a red light was an out. And a green light was a hit.

Tonight, I went 12 for 16. That’s .750, dear reader. I’m working on my Hall of Fame induction speech.

(Can you tell the grim prospect of a frigid Cleveland-Colorado World Series game in November leaves me seeking baseball excitement.)

Some observations on my drive.

As I came within 100 yards of an intersection, I watched the light like I was watching the ball leave the pitcher’s hand. If it turned yellow on me, it was like he threw a fastball when I was guessing slider or change up. On an 0-2 count. That’s an out.

On the other hand, blazing through the major Coit-Campbell intersection without even tapping the brake felt like a tape measure blast. Getting a green light at one of those inconsequential side streets felt like a cheap Texas League hit. Purists might accuse me of padding the stats.

And while it didn’t happen tonight, I can imagine that sitting through a major intersection's long stop light is akin to a strike out. Sit through two lights at that same intersection, and that’s like a called third strike, followed by a foul pop out on your next at bat. With the bases loaded. Oh, the shame.

Sneaking through a yellow light felt like beating out an infield single, while slamming on the brakes due to a late yellow light felt like getting robbed. A line drive or a blast caught at the warning track; just an out in the box score.

Turning right on a red? Sacrifice bunt.
Four way stop? Intentional walk.
Train? Rain delay.

The beauty of the game lies in its clarity. You stop or you don’t. No need for measurements or instant replays, no fouls or penalties, no huddling umpires debating whether or not the ball cleared the yellow line on the outfield wall.

I only hope I can keep up my torrid pace. Maybe if I continue to give 110%. Whatever. The excitement is back. I feel like a rookie again.

Driving. America’s pastime. Play it.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Happy Anniversary!

Today's is the 30th anniversary of Fonzie jumping the shark on Happy Days...enjoy!

Monday, August 27, 2007

Back to School

My daughter started junior high today and my son started high school. I'm so proud of each of them. Since this is such a significant event in our family's history, I felt like it was a good opportunity to talk about what's important. I sat down yesterday and came up with this list of things that I would like for the kids to remember this year at school, and hopefully for the rest of their lives:

Thoughts on Beginning a New School Year

In life, you can either be happy or unhappy – choose happy.

Be yourself. Who you are is a gift from God and you honor Him by being exactly what He created you to be. Being you is a form of worship. Be attuned to what gives you real satisfaction and focus on that.

Do your best and then leave it in God’s hands
. You can only do so much. Whatever the task, do your best and then don’t fret over it.

Tell me who you run with and I’ll tell you what you are.
Choose your friends carefully. Surround yourself with positive, happy people that are helpful to you. Ben Franklin: “Be slow in choosing a friend; slower in changing them.”

Make good decisions.
As you get older, the decisions start to mean more. Take time to think and don’t be afraid to ask for help. We don’t know all the answers but we’ve made a lot of mistakes that might be helpful to you.

Do things for the right reasons.
Don’t do things because you want to please someone or get them to like you. The fastest way to misery and failure is trying to please everyone. Do things because they reflect who you are – an amazing, unique child of God.

Be gracious and positive.
Don’t be critical – look for the good in every situation and person. You will be happier and will attract people that encourage you and give you life. Always be looking for some way to be helpful to others. It is better to be happy than right.

Open mind and open heart
. When dealing with people, don’t be quick to judge - you haven’t walked in their shoes. God may have put you with someone to help them at a specific moment.

When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.
When bad things happen, take a moment to learn from them.

Make it a habit to enjoy the moment.
Depression comes when we fret about the past or worry about the future. Don’t get caught up in the busy-ness of everything and miss it. Enjoy each moment – take in the sights, the sounds, the smells.

Make room in your life for beauty.
Music, art, dance – whatever relaxes and inspires you. It is NOT a waste of time. Making this a priority will benefit you in everything else you do.

Emphasize simplicity
. Henry David Thoreau: “As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler”. Don’t be afraid to say “no” to things. Life is hard enough without further complicating it. Eliminate physical clutter, eliminate emotional clutter, and eliminate spiritual clutter. Things block our view of God.

Get organized.
Different methods work for different people, but find something that works for you and stick with it. WRITE IT DOWN.

You can always come home.
No matter how bad you think you may have screwed up, you can always call us or come home. We love you and nothing will ever change that.