Oscar Worthy

It is not your typical holiday fare.  It is not a light, frothy film.  It is a powerful drama that I am sure hits home.  It definitely packs a wallop.  Based on a novel called Push, the celluloid adaptation is known as Precious.  Apparently there is another film called "Push" and producers did not want to confuse the issue.  
Precious- about a 16 year old teen who is still in junior high, is a teen mother and lives in a home with a very physically and abusive mother, portrayed by Mo'Nique.  Mother wants to live and remain on welfare and because of Precious's status of teen mom, the mom will live off the dole.  Her first pregnancy is part of a dark secret Precious does not choose to talk about.  She seems to enjoy learning as she hits and tells a classmate to shut up because she is trying to listen to what the teacher says.  Her grades are somewhat good and her school counsellor suggests alternative schooling.  Her mom thinks school is a waste of time; she should live on welfare.  Precious wants to better herself, and that is such a positive in such a dark film.  She has a great fantasy life- imagining herself on the red carpet as a celebrity and other things.  I suppose lots of people escape to fantasy because reality is too harsh, too painful.  In an interesting non-glamourous role of Precious's social worker, Mariah Carey, tries to help the troubled teen.  
Precious does attend the alternative school where she slowly progresses and raises her reading level to that of an 8th grader.  Oh, she is pregnant with her second child, to which she gives birth and names him Abdul.  It is because of this second baby the mother goes into mega-bitch mode.  Needless to say, Precious survives this and wants nothing more than the best for her children.
Gabourney Sidibie is amazing as Precious.  Her first film and I would not be surprised that she gets an Oscar nod, as well as Mo'Nique.  It must have been physically and spiritually draining on all the actors in  this film to get through a lot of the scenes.  They are graphic and give a glimpse of what life is like for a lot out there in such a situation.  Not a film for all, especially small children.  It is a film to watch with friends and when you want non-escapism entertainment.  I'd even forgo the popcorn.  To say "enjoy this film" would be a mistake.  Go...see...learn...think...have hope.

Sleep in Heavenly Peace

It is Christmas Day and it is gloriously sunny and warm- in the mid 60s.  It is quiet here in the Palm Springs area.  Just had a wonderful Christmas lunch- ham with all the trimmings.  My friends are watching a DVD...Valkyrie...starring Tom Cruise.  (Delightful holiday film, fun and frothy!)  
Last night I attended Christmas Eve services at St. Louis church in Cathedral City.  The church was overflowing and the music was so wonderful.  Everyone sang and it did not matter whether you could carry a tune or not.  The Gospel recounted the birth of Jesus and the homily was a wonderful holiday popourri of stories that told the holiday message without being too preachy.  One of them was as follows...
One Christmas Eve a young boy was looking at the stores and their displays.  His final stop was a pet store and he noticed a sign on the window that stated "Puppies for Sale."  He entered and the owner asked if he could help him.  The young boy asked how much the puppies were.  The shop keeper replied that the prices ranged from fifty to one hundred dollars.  The boy said he wanted to see them and eventually a dog and her litter came to the front.  There were five healthy puppies.  A straggler came slowly behind the healthy litter.  The boy said that he only had two dollars and thirty-seven cents.  He wanted to buy the straggler.  The owner said that he would give it to him free because the puppy was born with hip problems and would not be able to run and play like any other dog.  The boy didn't care and offered to pay a dollar a month until the puppy was paid for.
The man reiterated why did he want a dog that was not worth much.  The boy then lifted his pant leg and the owner saw a twisted leg with a metal brace.  The young lad stated that he could not run and play like his friends and that at least the doggie would understand him if he had the same problem.  And again he would pay full price to show that the puppy was worth the same as its healthy siblings.
It brought a tear to my, as well as other stories the priest told.  The most dramatic, if you will, was after Communion.  The meditation song was Silent Night with all the lights in the church off, save for the Nativity and holiday lighting.  I could not get through the third line as tears formed in my eyes remembering all my loved ones who are in heaven...Mama, Tia Luisa, Frank, Sister Louise.  Remembering my families....the Perezes, the Gonzalezes, the Mondoys, the Ellisons.  Remembering my friends Ron, Jon, Denise, Miz O,  Ismael, Dan.  Remembering all the children I have taught and teach...from 1982 to the present.  The men and women in our armed forces and police and fire departments.
After Mass I felt so happy and full of the Christmas spirit.  It is a joyous time that I wish we could keep all year.
Sometimes I feel that I am missing a special person in my life.  Yes, I would like that someday, but I am so fortunate and blessed to have wonderful people around me who love me and I love them back.
Merry Christmas!  Feliz Navidad.  Buon Natale!  Joyeaux Noel!
I even spoke to my dear friend Aidan.  He sounded good and will be retiring in January.  Be good to your friends and keep in touch.  Don't wait til they're gone to say you love and appreciate them!

You Are Now in Heaven and On Earth

The world has lost another great actress, Jennifer Jones.  My introduction to her was in the film The Song of Bernadette.  She was in her late teens when she auditioned and got the part of the young peasant French girl who had visions of the Mary.  She was a quintessential example of innocence in that film.  Of course, in later years she'd play a variety of roles- truly a versatile actress.  I am going to have to check more of her films.  Her role in The Towering Inferno with Fred Astaire was the last film I saw her in at the old Alexandria Theatre in SF.  She was truly a class act.  I don't think we'll see the likes of her again.  She was an original.  A lady.  Rest in peace, Jennifer.   And now you can actually see her and converse with her.

Where Has This Year Gone?

It was about a year ago that I started to keep this blog.  A year!  Where's the time gone?  I was rather apprehensive about keeping an online journal.  Let's face it, I'd be sharing my thoughts, feelings and idiosyncracies with the world.  And I must say I have enjoyed every single moment.  Those who have read the entries have gotten to know me and all my moods- silly, nostalgic, depressive, happy, patriotic, critical.  You have gotten to know the type of entertainments that bring a smile to my face.  You've gotten to know some of my friends, not in great detail, but yes, I do have friends!  LOL!  You've come to know that I am an educator- a profession I truly adore- it is an honor and privelege to teach, instruct, influence the future.
I had a dear friend from Spain come and spend time here in San Francisco; as the song says "un amigo para siempre."  I've tried to keep current friendships going this year.  I've rediscovered a good friend in Los Angeles and hope to nurture that friendship.  I lost a good friend, my principal Sister Louise.  I miss her dearly.
Am looking forward to my yearly holiday trek to Cathedral City in SoCal to spend time with my dear friends...to watch movies, cook holiday meals and play with my "goddaughters" Blue and Bonnie.
Only God knows what 2010 will bring.  Right now I am listening to Susan Boyle's rendition of "I Dreamed A Dream" and my eyes are getting watery, especially with the line "there are dreams that cannot be."  Know that I am an incurable romantic about everything.  I tend to like little details about things, something I hope to enhance in future writings on this blog.
Thank you for reading.  I know it is not the most exciting blog online, but know that I am happy knowing that some people do take time to read at least one entry.

People Who Need People

Saturday the 12th of December was a rather special one.  I was able to go to Los Angeles to meet with my good friend Dan...remember, the social worker I talked about a few entries ago?  It was so nice to reacquaint ourselves after an almost decade long silence.  So many things in our lives, all wonderful and positive.  It was fun actually introducing Dan to the latest music and some new movies; after all, the art of film started this friendship.  Our original plans were to go to Universal studios and the movies.  Well, theme parks and films will always be there, but the chance to volunteer for a wonderful organization  is a once a year event.  And that is just exactly what transpired.  Dan works for the Asian Pacific AIDS Intervention Team and they were sponsoring QUEST 2009, a beauty pageant.  He and his co-workers were to work this event and lo and behold, they needed some volunteers.    Did I mind?  No.  It was a chance to help, to volunteer, to do community service.  OK, so it was not in my hometown, but it was a chance to do something good.  My job was simple- direct people to the "Will Call" ticket table or tell them to go to the box office.  Many thought I was security- and I am as secure as a teddy bear!  Anyway, I was able to see people from all walks of life- government officials, members of the press, tv producer, etc.  It was an amazing cavalcade of humanity.  Mame Dennis would approve most certainly.
My "boss" for the evening was a very effervescent woman named Tara, one of Dan's supervisors.  You know, when you meet people you either like them or dislike them.  Tara most definitely made her imprint; her own words "I have a fan?"  She is an incredible person, hard working and nice.  I even told her that I would come down next year to help out.  I met several other supervisors, but the night being a busy one there was no chance to meet and chat.
Several speakers and the contestants themselves talked about the transgender community.  I have a greater respect for this community and have realized that they are also God's children.  Many of them are HIV+.  In fact, it is the transgender community that has the highest percentage of people with the HIV virus.  And victims of discrimination and domestic violence.  They are survivors.  And they are willing to work hard to overcome the intolerance faced by many due to gender, lifestyle choice, race, ethnicity, religion.  We do live in a somewhat ignorant society.  We don't take the time to learn about people.  We're complacent with the ones we know and don't dare take a risk to broaden our horizons in the area where human beings are concerned.
What I see in APAIT is compassion towards everyone.  It is a noble mission.  One that I applaud.  It seeks to educate about this horrid disease.  This pageant was an entertaining way to reach those who are ignorant about so many things.  APAIT embraces not only the Asian/Pacific Islander community, but all- Hispanic, African American- in short, people!
To all of the APAIT workers- God bless you on your amazing journey!
To Tara, keep sharing your infectious laugh and beautiful smile...and be nice to my friend.
To Dan, don't work too hard.  Thank you for inviting me to help out at this event.  Thanks for the friendship I truly appreciate!

"To love another person is to see the face of God."
-from the musical Les Miserables

In Search of A New Home

OK...this was a spectacular film, I must admit.  An incredible orgy of destruction as only Hollywood can give us.  The storyline reminded me other films that Mr. Emmerich has given the world...ID4 and The Day After Tomorrow.  In fact, these films follow the same formula of the Irwin Allen disaster films.  People from all walks of life somehow meet in some horrible doomsday scenario, and only a handful remain to survive and start life anew.  And I would add various tributes to earlier disaster films and TV shows...When World Collide, Volcano, Armageddon and Battlestar Galactica.
But, my concern today is the children, especially little ones.  As adults we know this is just a film, but little kids when they hear the world "will end" in 2012, they just get plenty frightened.  Parents out there, this is a great teachable moment.  Don't leave it to the teachers to explain that we are going to turn into cosmic dust.  Children today have so much to fear that this just adds to the anxiety.
The world isn't going to end in 2012.  Let face it, the Mayas ran out of stone to continue writing.  And how many doomsday scenarious have we survived?  Imagine children who have seen this film and feel their first earthquake?  Panic, maybe?  Parents, be nice and take the time to explain about Mother Nature's disasters.

The Day After That

Today is the day the world remembers those with AIDS.  Funny how humanity, or organizations, set aside one day to remember a disease, world event, or whatever.  And today you needed to wear red; I chose a red tie.  Not to make a fashion statement, but to remember all those who have perished or are living and/or surviving with this plague.
We've all watched or heard of people- from celebrities to the next door neighbor- who are living with AIDS, and we feel sorry, or at least attempt it.  It doesn't hit home, like the other diseases, until you know someone who has been diagnosed and is living with it.  For me it was my best friend from grammar school, Frank.  He was two years older than me; we met on a Good Friday in 1967 and were having a discussion about movies. (yes, even in the 60s it was a preoccupation!)  He was discussing Thoroughly Modern Millie whilst I was discussing John Huston's The Bible...In the Beginning.  Well, from that day on we became the brothers we never had at the time.  Our families became one family- my introduction to Filipino food and culture and his introduction to Nicaraguan food and culture.  He convinced me to go to the same high school and college, which I did.  I even applied to join him at USC.  I was accepted  but did not have the guts to pursue it.  
Needless to say our paths took different ways.  He worked for a medical school in the admissions office; I became an educator.  Our friendship was thriving, though.  Through Frank I was able to see a lot of the United States.  In fact, my first trip to New York City was with him and my first Braodway musical was Twiggy and Tommy Tune in My One and Only.  We even got to see Liza Minnelli and Chita Rivera in The Rink.  Oh, we had fun as school chums do.
But happiness can turn to sorrow.  In the early 90s he was complaining about not feeling well.  Our friendship by then was relegated to weekly phone calls.  Then, on one particular Saturday I went to visit Frank at home.  His mom and sister were subdued; Frank had been diagnosed with the HIV virus and didn't look good.  I tried to cheer him up to no use- he started to cry, took my hand and kept repeating "I don't want to die."  For once I was at a loss for words.
Frank died in 2001, a week after September 11th.  In fact, he was in New York in August visiting family who moved out there.
I got the phone call from his sister that if I wanted to say goodbye, that I'd best hurry.   Within 30 minutes, he was gone, listening to his favorite musical, Camelot- the motion picture soundtrack.
I was numb.  I lost my best friend.  The hardest thing to do was write a eulogy, which the family had asked me to do.  A funeral mass, a burial, a reception.  And all the memories that our friendship had built.  I miss him lots- he introduced me to foreign cinema and our love affair with Evita drove people crazy.  Was Patti Lupone the better Eva?  Or her alternate, Terri Klausner?  
Yes, today is the official day to remember those with AIDS.  Let us not forget that it is a disease that does not strike down one segment of society, but countless men, women and children.  May they rest in peace.  Amen.

And I Still Love Lucy

Saw three great classic "B" films from the early 1940s, starring Lucille Ball.  Before the television comedy, Miss Ball was an actress at RKO studios, making dramatic, comedic and even musical films. The three films are The Big Street; Dance, Girl, Dance; and Dubarry Was A Lady.  Ironically, in all three films she portrays an entertainer in either a nightclub or burlesque theatre, something that her latter persona, Lucy Ricardo, would not be allowed to do thanks to Ricky.  
The Big Street is a drama based on a short story "Little Pinks" by Damon Runyon, you know, the creator of the Guys and Dolls characters.  In this film, Miss Ball portrays a singer in a supper club, Gloria Lyons.  She wants riches, good food, jewels, etc.  Her boyfriend is a mob leader.  She meets a busboy, Little Pinks (Henry Fonda) and somehow their lives intertwine in an interesting way.  She earns the nickname "Your Highness" and it sticks with her throughout the film.  As luck would have it, Gloria wants to go out with other men; her boyfriend does not think so.  He slaps her hard that she falls down some stairs and is hurt badly- paralyzed from the waist down.  Little Pinks wants to help her in any way he can- he is smitten with her.  Miss Ball's character is so bitchy, a far cry from her comedy persona.  She does not like being taken care of by Pink and his neighbors.  She cannot see how kindness can help one get through a personal hell.  She wants to go to Miami Beach and Pinks helps her achieve this dream.  She is after a millionaire, by the way, who does not want damaged goods.  Many other things happen and towards the end Gloria realizes how good she has had it with Mr. Pinks.  By the way, have that box of tissue at hand.  Among the supporting players is one Agnes Moorehead- young and witty. And I swear there is a young Hans Conreid as a head waiter of the supper club.  Hmm.
Next, Dance, Girl, Dance with Maureen O'Hara, Ralph Bellamy and Maria Ouspenskaya.  Miss Ball's character in this film is Bubbles.  She's a dancer, a rather good one, in a club that doubles as an illegal gambling joint.  Her best friend, Judy, is also a chorine.  Both lose their jobs and return to New York City.  Judy aspires to dance in the ballet.  In New York they return to a dance school run by Maria Ouspenskaya, a classic character actress, wherein she must lower her standards and teach her students the hula.  Judy does not have the "oomph" needed to work in a club; Bubbles lands a job in New Jersey, eventually becoming a headliner in a burlesque theatre.  It's a great comedy and Judy works hard to achieve her dream.  There is a great "cat fight" between Judy and Bubbles.  No tissues for this one, just laugh and feel good.
Lastly Dubarry Was A Lady a hilarious musical comedy co-starring Red Skelton and Gene Kelly, and Tommy Dorsey and his orchestra.  In a supporting role, a young and not so chubby Zero Mostel.  The story opens in a nightclub (yes, again) and Lucy is a headliner.  Red Skelton and Gene Kelly are in love with her.  The first 45 or so minutes are in New York, then a trip back in time to Paris in the 18th Century where we meet Madame Dubarry and her control of Louis XV.  Three Cole Porter songs are used in the film, which is based on a Broadway stage version.  Miss Ball's voice is dubbed for the opening song, but her real voice is used in the finale, Friendship.  It is funny and filmed in lush technicolor.  You can see her red hair fire up each scene she is in.  
So, check out these films for a chance to see Lucy before she became the Lucy we all know and love.  Some of the lines are dated, so it's good to know your American history or slang from the times.

With So Many Things To Be Thankful

Thanksgiving 2009.  So many things to be thankful for.  My job.  My friends here in the Bay Area and in Cathedral City.   Reconnecting with long lost friends.  My family.  The children I teach.  Somewhat in good health.  New friend from Spain.  Yes, so many things to be thankful for.  I look forward to a nice, long weekend...to rest, work a little, and get ready for the next holiday.  Thank you to the readers of this blog; this blog that can be silly or serious.  Yes, so many wonderful things to be thankful for.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Jonathan Livingston Seagull- Where Are You?

The weekend was spectacular. Was able to go to Half Moon Bay, a quite pleasant seaside community some 30 miles south of San Francisco. Friday afternoon and all Saturday the weather was clear, cool and delightful. We stayed at a friend's home and just enjoyed the peace, quiet and ocean views. At night the stars were in their galactic glory. Sagittarius being a major highlight of the night sky. We had dinner Friday night at a nice Italian restaurant downtown. We shopped at Safeway for the foods needed for the weekend; yours truly the chef for the weekend. Saturday we walked along the beach and breathed the great cool, salty air. Boy, did the lungs feel good. As I stated, the weather was cool, sweater weather actually. We walked along a path and met the locals and other tourist. I must say the locals are very, very friendly. They say hello, unlike the city where everyone minds their own business. Went to Mass at the local Catholic church, Our Lady of the Pillar. Quiet, no cell phones going off, no kids running up and down the aisles...total bliss.

There is a small shopping center and I must give kudos the to the bookstore located there. One of the small, independent book stores. Friendly and lots of books to choose from.

If ever in this part of NorCal, you must make it a point to spend a day in this hamlet. On Highway 1. Words cannot adequately express nor describe this town- it's a must see place.

The Charity of Christ Crucified Urges Us On

Her name was Sister Louise Camous, D.C. She was my principal. Last Friday evening, around 9:45 she passed away after a long, turbulent and painful ordeal with cancer. She was my principal for the school year 2008-2009 and she was starting her mission this year, but her body and superiors decided she should take a medical leave. She was not doing well and was on oxygen. The last time I saw her was on Saturday the 10th of October. She looked exhausted, but was pleased to see me and another co-worker from the school.

She was a tough cookie to work for. A professional at all times, strict, a sense of humor, and a deep spiritual devotion to God and her religious community. We became friends, much to the "bad mouthing" of my close co-workers. It hurt a lot to see people close to me referring to me as a kiss ass. Everyone would be quiet when I entered the room, thinking I'd snitch. That's not me and Sister Louise knew what was going on. My co-workers will never understand why she and I became friends. I like to talk to people; be friendly. And I do sign a piece of paper called a contract and must do everything I sign on for. Loyalty can get you into trouble, but who cares! My mother always said if I signed something, to keep my name clean. But, as usual, I digress.

Sister Louise believed in me, I suppose. I started using computers in the classroom, with my notorious WebWednesdays, wherein the kids would do webquests or research. As long as everything in the curriculum was covered, my classes could do work on the computers. She loved the use of technology in the classroom. She wanted her teachers to grow professionally and beyond the textbooks. After all, we are in the 21st century!

One more thing. She accepted a distant relative, who is in my class now. Apparently another school did not like her test scores, and Sister Louise said that we did not operate like that. We give a child the chance to do his or her best; that's why we're here- to help children who are struggling, not like other schools who want the creme de la creme. The day she accepted her, I saw the spirit of Vincent de Paul and Louise de Marillac in person.

I will miss her somewhat sarcastic jokes; her knowledge of science fiction movies and her lesson plan checks. I only worked with her for a year, but I made a friend, among many in her community. She is at peace now, and I am sure a new guardian angel for my school.

If you've ever seen The Trouble With Angels towards the end, when Sister Ligouri passes away and Rev. Mother reacts- well, that's how I feel at this moment.

Rest In Peace, Sister Louise!

Hooray for Hollywood

Just a short entry. Thanks to FaceBook I reconnected with a friend who worked at my school about 9 years ago. Well, he moved to LA and received his MSW at UCLA. Well, it's good to know he remembers me, my insanity and our mutual admiration of cinema. As of right now I am contemplating a quick trip to visit for a weekend and to chat up movies. I suggested Universal Studios- he's never been. A movie or two was suggested and visiting the eternal celluloid shrine, Grauman's Chinese Theatre. Here's hoping my boss will give me a personal day! As Roger Rabbit would say, "Ppppppplease!"

Veterans Day 2009

In the 60s, whilst in elementary school, it was called Armistice Day. A day to remember- the treaty signed to end World War One- the war to end all wars. Today in our nation it is Veterans Day, a day to remember the veterans, dead and alive, who have served this nation with honor. Many of us are against wars, even a militia- but, I suppose, it is a necessary thing to have men and women at the ready to defend one's nation. I fly my flag today in honor of these heroic beings. My brothers Sergio and Roger served in Vietnam, as well as my good friend Jim Ellison. Jim Ravenell served in Desert Storm, back in the early 1990s. My nephew Cesar served in Iraq, twice. I have students I taught that have been deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan, and luckily they have come back; as well as parents of students I've taught. God bless you men and women and know you are thanked and remembered.

Haul Out the Holly

It's amazing! Halloween just ended and now it's time to break out the traditional holiday cheer. My friend in Spain mentioned that the stores are already selling the turron which is a popular Spanish treat during the holidays. I am sure it is popular in all the Americas where Spanish is spoken. Then there is the Italian panetone which is so delish. And what about our good old cookies and holiday confections made in the good ol' U.S. of A? Going through the large warehouse stores it is already a child's dream to see all the goodies that will prevail at holiday parties...chocolates, nuts, dried fruit, fruitcake, ciders, egg nogs...the list is endless. No matter what problems we face, the holidays are times where fun is to be had, relationships reconcile, and a super good reason to chow down and forget the calories...until the new year resolutions creep up. Enjoy with moderation. Have a cup of cheer. Read A Christmas Carol. Donate toys to those who won't have them. Be nice to everyone!!

Haul out the holly;

Put up the tree before my spirit falls again.

Fill up the stocking,

I may be rushing things, but deck the halls again now.

For we need a little Christmas

Right this very minute,

Candles in the window,

Carols at the spinet...

"We Need A Little Christmas"

from the musical Mame

Music and lyrics by Jerry Herman

Oh when the Saints go marchin' in

All Hallowed's Evening is over. Today is the feast of All Hallows...all Saints. In Christendom, a day to remember all the holy, blessed and saintly beings who lived, or tried to live, a good life.

We're all capable of reaching saintliness, sainthood, etc. If you've done wonderful things in your life and people, friends, loved ones all thank you...you are a saint. Hey, just for reading the rantings in this blog, you have achieved sainthood. God bless you; the universe bless you.

Boo!

October the 31st

The night the banshees wail

And all are afright to no avail

A time to remember

Times that shan't ever return

Growing up in San Francisco

Noe Valley to be precise

Halloween was magical

Autumn nights were sometimes cool

Sometimes foggy

Nonetheless a Poe-like evening

Jersey Street was happenin'

As was 24th Street

The laughter, the scares

Candy laden bags

Climbin' up all those stairs

Going to certain homes

To get a drink of warm apple cider

That washed down home-baked cookies

The aroma of sweets

Nothing to be feared

Halloween was such a magical time

My aunt and neighbors

Chaperoning us kids

After an hour we'd stop to

Compare and contrast

What types of candy

Would be a grand repast

Sure, nowadays Halloween's a treat

Each generation never misses its beat

These special days

Loved by all

A priceless treasure

Each and every fall

Be safe tonight

And don't over indulge

Happy Halloween to all!

Laughs and Scares Galore

During Halloween time, this film is shown to my students. They've never heard of this comedy team, let alone it being a black and white film. It can get bothersome dialogue-wise for the kids, but the emphasis is that it is telling a story, so don't depend on lots of special effects.

The antics of Lou Costello make a 21st century group of kids laugh...timeless slapstick routines that are truly becoming a lost art. The added bonus of Bela Lugosi as the Count make for a hilarious afternoon viewing.

Some of the jokes have stood the test of time and will cause a chuckle or two. This is great for Halloween afternoon or right before your scary movie presentation.

Mi Casa Su Casa

Yet another recommendation for Halloween Week. Albeit this one is a cheesy entry, but nonetheless frightfully fun. James Brolin and Margot Kidder and their new home in Amityville. A home that was once the site of a gruesome murder. But a new home...laden with wonderful possibilities. Who knew there was a demon of sorts hidden in the bowels of this home.

I remember seeing this in a packed theatre in the 70s and it was a fun, raucous crowd. At one scary point, someone in the audience yelled- "Don't go in in that room, honey!" And of course a demon appeared and the audience screamed...and then it got quiet and something akin to "I told you not to go in there" was uttered and the audience screamed with laughter.

But, I digress. It did have its moments and fright, and the musical score by Lalo Schiffrin was nominated for an Oscar. The Main Theme alone is eerie. It's definitely a fun film for your fright night. An afternoon scare. Enjoy!

A Good Scare

Winter 1973 was a great time to get scared. The release of The Exorcist made the holiday season a most profitable one for Warner Brothers. This scare fest I saw at the Northpoint Theatre, on a big 70mm screen. It was probably the scariest film I had seen. Split-pea soup aside, the power of the imagination and the amazing visuals made this film an impactful one. Little was known about this part of the Catholic Church; after all, each diocese had an exorcist. But thanks to modern science, there was no need to for an exorcist to take care of a psychiatric problem. Or is there?

I know this film scared me and made me a very devout Catholic for months; slept with a nightlight on and learned how to listened to all night talk radio or just plain music. The Rosary was recited many a night. As I said, the power of the imagination is a force to reckon with. The mind can create demons, angels, whatever in horrifying or glorifying force. This is another film I recommend for your Halloween viewing. Oh, and if possible, read the novel BEFORE you watch the film.

It's All For You

June 6, 1976. At the Alexandria Theatre on Geary Blvd. A sneak preview with a film that had a laughable title- Mother, Jugs and Speed. The sneak peek was a film by Richard Donner entitled The Omen. The teaser ads were about a warning or being one day closer to the end of the world. It was supposed to be a horror movie. Hmmm....lights dim and the opening bars of Jerry Goldsmith score set the tone. Gregory Peck, Lee Remick- the film couldn't be that bad.

Cute baby born in a Rome hospital- mother died giving birth; Lee Remick's character was giving birth, too, but coincidentally her child was stillborn. A priest convinces Gregory Peck's character to adopt it. He does and then, pardon, all hell breaks loose.

The child, Damien, is cute- almost horrifically cute. Strange things happen when this child is around. The first casualty is his nanny- commits suicide by hanging herself at his birthday. And that Rottweiler. The new Nanny, Mrs. Baylock, is evil personified. "I am here to protect thee," she intones upon meeting little Damien. Throughout the film, different characters are introduced and each one meets with a grisly demise. The audience, of course, was shocked. The final battle between Gregory Peck's character and Mrs. Baylock had everyone in the theatre at the edge of their seats. Popcorn has long been consumed, so no need to get a good grip. Oh, throughout the film, a priest and eventually a photographer try to convince Gregory Peck's character that the child is evil and must be destroyed. Even an exorcist living in Israel gives a warning and precisely how to kill this child.

So, with Halloween around the corner and you need a good scare, check out this now horror classic. The original. The Omen. Oh, did I forget to mention that little Damien is the anti-Christ?

Her That Must Be Seen

Saturday night was rather nostalgic as I saw a film from my childhood...She starring Ursula Andress, John Richardson, Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee. When originally seen, the imagination was captivated and I was thoroughly immersed in the ancient Middle East and these interesting characters. After last night's viewing, I still hold respect for films of this genre, especially those co-produced by Hammer Films of England. Fun films, adventure-packed, great score and somewhat grand sets. The matte painting of the ancient, lost city of Kuma looked like something a 5th grader with good drawing skills might conjure up. But the film, 44 years old, still caught my interest. Of course, as I was watching it visions of a "re-imagining" came into view.

Based on a novel, and a sort of remake of the 1935 version, it tells the story of Leo Vincey (Richardson), Holley (Cushing) and the valet Job (Bernard Cribbens). It's 1918 after the Great War; Vincey's face is strikingly similar to an ancient high priest. He is "kidnapped" and awakens in a nice dwelling where he meets Aeyesha (Andress) where she gives him a signet ring and a map to the lost city of Kuma. If he arrives successfully, more will be explained to him. He is most intrigued and bids his friends to join him on his quest. He survives the journey...almost! Of course, he is almost killed by a group of natives who view him as a threat; gets rescued by the soldiers from Kuma.

Without giving too much away, Aeyesha knows the secret to immortality and offers it to Leo. Does he take it? And what happens to the young woman, Eustane, who helps "My Leo" and gets punished for her help? Hmm...

Needless to say, this film was a great Saturday afternoon matinee flick. I saw it on a double bill with that other classic One Million Years B.C. with Raquel Welch. Both films were wonderful to see with school friends. For those of us growing up in the 60s, these films will fondly bring back those memories. No matter how sophisticated cinema gets, the fun films of the 60s will always have a place in my heart and be something to study by future film students.

Weather Channel Meets Food Network

I am not a big fan of seeing an animated feature at the cinema, but this was a long, stressful week of work and some sort of divertisement was needed. My original film was no longer showing. So, Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs was the film du jour. Based on a children's book, it tells the story of a nerdy inventor who tries to improve life in his community by inventing things. Of course, with all cinematic inventors, things go wrong right from the start, such as his spray on shoes. His mother believes in him and thinks she will do great things. His father, on the other hand, wants him to help with the family business. Needless to say, his magnum opus is a contraption that when water is added, food comes out...any food that is programmed. Due to a mishap, the contraption ends up launched into the atmosphere where it becomes a fixed satellite. Thinking he is a failure and walking weapon of mass destruction, he hides until he meets a weather reporter, a young girl from the big city. As they chat, it starts to rain...pickles, mustard, burgers. Eureka! The young inventor goes to his lab and is able to program the machine from there, and the gastronomic weather fun begins. From appetizers to desserts. Of course, the greedy mayor's ideas of grandeur develop in more ways than one. How will the young inventor stop the mishaps from happening? A film I highly recommend. And make sure you have your bucket of popcorn and beverage of choice!

This is one of the most visually colorful animated features I have seen in a long time, and it is worth it to see it on the big screen. The added bonus of seeing it in 3-d made the film fun. The clarity was amazing and not as dizzifying as other 3-D features can get. It is a film that will eventually join my collection. It's fun to be a kid once in a while.

Also Sprach Teacher

A somewhat short entry. My students are learning about early humankind. I traditionally show the opening sequence, "The Dawn of Man" after we discuss Dr. Leakey and his wife and their discoveries.

I remember when 2001: a space odyssey was released, I was in elementary school. I saw the film at the Golden Gate Theatre, when they showed films there. It was such an incredible film; I had no idea as to what was transpiring on the screen. And now, when it is shown, with the careful explanation about ETs and that this is a work of fiction and a good discussion on early tools and weapons...there are gales of laughter at the antics of the ancients. Oh...I wish I could show One Million Years B.C. - the one that made Raquel Welch famous- to them as we study hunter-gatherers. Oh, the pain....

So It Begins

That wonderful time of year is creeping up on us this weekend. Indian Summer! Those great days when the thermometer shows 90 degrees plus. These are the days that the classroom becomes unbearable because there is no breeze coming through the windows; the fan cools the lucky few sitting near it and the only place with an AC is the faculty room! It is the few days San Franciscans complain and wish for the fog. And then when the fog comes, the complaints start again 'cause it's too cold. But, it's the Bay Area...downtown is warm and you travel towards the beach and need a sweater. Why it's called "Indian Summer" I don't know. But I do remember my 5th grade teacher, Miss Weaver, telling us that San Francisco has a Mediterranean climate. So, it's time to make ice cubes, hydrate, and try to stay cool. Happy Indian Summer a todos!!

Lest We Forget

Today is September 11. 8 years ago I was waking up at about 5:55 A.M. and the DJs on KFRC made the announcement that an airplane crashed into one of the twin towers. Nothing was really known, even the type of plane, out on the West Coast. So, life went on. Showered. Checked on my mom. Caretaker came and left for work. The more I heard on the radio the more incredible the news reports became. Upon arriving at school, the playground was abuzz with the news that apparently we had been attacked by terrorist. At 8:10 we all entered the school building- teacher modeling calm to the befuddled kids. Well, at 8:30 our principal came on the public address system telling us that school would be closed for the day; the mayor announced the closure of schools until further notice. Little by little parents trickled to the school and the children were dismissed in an orderly fashion. While waiting for parents, we tried to keep the kids calm by playing games, praying, doing some sort of school work and even showing a film. By noon, the children were gone and I was allowed to go home.

Upon arriving, my mom's caretaker was more "disturbed" than the kids. She was actually loud and being obnoxious and constantly stating we were going to war. Luckily, this caretaker, her niece, lasted only a week. And my poor mom, already with dementia, kept saying "Something terrible has happened." That was September 11, 2001.

The months after 9/11 were very patriotic, to say the least. Everyone was nice to each other. Neighbors who never spoke actually asked how things were. By March of 2002 America returned to "normal" - you know, road rage, not being nice, etc.

8 years later it seems that it is becoming a footnote in American history. Let us not let it be just another day. Sure, it has been named "Patriot's Day" but what is a patriot to some of us?

One thing I learned in my early childhood years was to love my country. Things seemed so much simpler in a time when political correctness did not exist. To be a patriot, as the Sisters of the Holy Family, and later the Sisters of Notre Dame de Namur taught was to love God and country. To be respectful of the flag when reciting the Pledge of Allegiance; to sing the National Anthem with pride. The older I get, these cherished things I learned as a child are slowly drifting away. I try to instill love of God and country to my students, and hopefully they listen and will participate in government the older they get.

On a personal note, in summer of 1984 I was able to visit New York City for the first time. To see the amazing Twin Towers, along with other landmarks- the Empire State Building, the Chrysler building and the then Pan Am building- such amazing, colossal edifices. The WTC to me was a setting for various movies: Godspell, King Kong (1976), The Wiz. Little did I know that these towers had an untimely and terrible demise in 2001. The elevator ride to the top was a 90 second thrill ride. Ears popped; the view was astonishing. Aside from seeing my first Broadway musicals, the WTC is truly a priceless moment of history in my life.

To those men and women and children that perished on that awful day, we will still remember you. We may not have met, but you became part of a terrible day only to make us realize that we should not let little things be taken for granted. Appreciate your family, friends, job, life.

For Human Eyes Only

Finally saw District 9 and what a film! Probably one of the best science fiction films I have seen in a long time. An incredible tale of intolerance, racism (alienism?) apartheid at its worst, and grand science fiction adventure. This film is an excellent example of social science fiction. It has the gruesome looking aliens, the obligatory bang-bang- sci-fi violence, but underneath it all, as story of intolerance and racism. I suppose that with science fiction, a story teller can get away with anything.

It was interesting to see Johannesburg as the city with the problem, for a change. A massive mother ship and millions of "prauns" (it was spelled like that in a poster a protester was carrying in the film) sequestered in District 9- the ultimate ghetto. The film reminded me of Alien Nation- a similar theme- how to co-exist with aliens from another planet, not country. We never do learn where they are from or what motives brought their ship to our planet. A sequel? Would be interesting.

I also loved the idea that the film was told in a documentary fashion. Check it out and see what conclusions you come up with. Three years is a long time for a sequel, i'nit?

Happy Labor Day 2009!

Monday is Labor Day. A day to honor the worker; those who labor. The unsung heroes who make our lives better. It's the last major holiday of the summer season. And what a way to celebrate- fireworks at theme parks, barbecues and picnics with families, great bargains at the malls. Yes, for a lot of us it is a great day to sleep in or have a wonderful day in the sun. But let us not forget to honor those who don't take the day off but opt to work...bus drivers; servers at restaurants; nurses; airline workers on the ramps and on the planes; to the moms and dads who have lost their jobs and work hard to keep a family going. Yes, this Labor Day is a different one. Lots of men and women have lost thier jobs due to this economic slow down. But the spririt of hope lives on in the American citizen. Slowly we will get back on our feet and be the beacon of hope so many yearn for. I will take the day and relax somewhat...prepare my lesson plans for the week, watch a film, listen to music. Thank you to those in my family with those wonderful jobs that are taken for granted: sewing machine operator; painter; banquet waiter; day care provider; mechanic; phone company lineman; front desk clerk- perhaps to some menial jobs- but to me, wonderful people with great work ethics and pride. Happy Labor Day!

Family Night

Well, it was a wonderful Saturday evening. My Tio Abelardo came to visit for a week with his son, Abelardo Jr. The festivities were held at my Aunt Amanda's in Daly City. It was a family reunion of sorts. Of course, the last time I saw Abelardo was about 10 years ago, before the onset of diabetes. He looks tired now and very fragile when walking. The first time I met him I was 10 years old and in Nicaragua. He was a strong, chubby but solid man. He was a dairy farmer in his town of Boaco. Anyway, seeing everyone tonight was wonderful and a nostalgic trip down Memory Lane. Oh, we talked about everything...from my niece Tory and her antics in the 8th grade; Raquel wanting to go see a movie; Rudy and Ricky making me laugh with their silly asides; Roberta talking of travels to Hawaii, Palm Springs and the Dominican Republic; meeting Dave and his girlfriend Suzette. Turns out Suzette went to Sacred Heart/Cathedral high school and knows Angela O'Rourke and Olivia Perdices. Small world, isn't it?

As with all festive occasions, lots of food to be had. Of course, times being what they are, it was no longer the heavy fried delicacies and chunks of pork, potato, etc. Nowadays the menu includes baked chicken; chopped turkey in a delicious sauce with capers and olives; broccoli casserole, plain rice, salad, fruit salad...you get the idea. Of course, some things don't change...beer, rum and coke and soft drinks and apple pie, lemon meringue for dessert.

It was great to see everyone and share what is going on in our lives. It is sad because I have a feeling it is my Tio Abelardo's final trip to California. Aunt Amanda even commented that she believes he decided to come to say "good bye" to his family on the west coast.

Well, I cannot complain. Sometimes I complain about family, but on such occasions, all the bad things are forgotten and good times resurrect a happier time.

Estar Solo

Dicen que escribir en un blog

Es una forma de terapia

Que alivia el ser...la condicion...la tristeza

A veces es muy dificil mantener

El papel de un ser que hace reir a los demas

Es un papel dificil...como la opera donde

Aquel "pagliaccio" deve reir...

Pero se queja de algo

Ahorita en este momento

Me ha entrado una soledad

Una inquietud

Una tristeza

Trate de regresar una llamada

No contestaron

Y como me siento ahorita

Me vale!

De vez en cuando me pongo asi

Es muy dificil conquistar la soledad

Ahorita no puedo confiar con nadie

Me hacen falta mis seres queridos que se han

Mudado de esta casa

Claro- tienen sus vidas propias

Pero a veces duele tener que mantener un disfraz

Para poder estar comfortable con ellos

Quizas esto sea el resultado

De mi primer semana de trabajo

El fallecimiento de la mamá

De una de mis compañeras de trabajo

Y se acerca el anniversario de mi madrecita querida

Quizas esté cansado

Me pongo a pensar en las amistades

Que he tenido

Que se han ido

Sea por motivos de fallecimiento

O de mudanza a otro sitio

De las amistades que pude tener

De las amistades que no quisieron ser

Estoy harto de ser aquella persona

Que da los buenos dias o saludos matutinos

Y no hay respuestas

Como si uno no exista

Poner todo mi esfuerzo en unas posibles amistades

No vale la pena

Bueno, creo que me he lamentado demasiado

Mañana es otro dia

Sé que me sentiré mejor

Gracias blog

Por dejarme compartir contigo

Las lagrimas que derrota mi

corazón

Three More

Three more notable celebrities have entered immortality. Ellie Greenwhich, composer and lyricist from the 60s; penned some of the most beloved anthems of that time such as Chapel of Love, River Deep Mountain High. The Broadway musical Leader of the Pack used her songs to tell her story.

Dominick Dunne, author of crime dramas; he was also the father of actor/director Griffin Dunne and the late Dominique Dunne. She portrayed the eldest daughter in the first Poltergeist film.

Senator Edward M. Kennedy. The last of the Kennedys who spent a lifetime in service to our nation in the Senate. Who can forget his eulogy for this brother Robert- showing composure. The Kennedy family is the closest thing our nation has to a royal family.

Three incredible people from different walks of life. They remain with us in their songs, stories and political victories and defeats. May their lives inspire us to reach our full potential know that even though we are not celebrities, we do make a difference to those who love and surround us.

One last note...my sincere condolences to the family of my blog pal, Yellow Rose, on the loss of her mother, Mrs. Cardwell. I didn't know her personally, but my blog pal would recount stories of this mother, wife and amazing human being. Rest in peace, Mrs. Cardwell, Ellie, Dominick and Ted.

Looking Back

It is already late August. School has already begun; I have a new group of children to inspire, to encourage, to teach. The last few weeks for me have been inspiring, encouraging and full of teaching moments. My friend from Spain has returned home, hopefully with new insight of what the United States is. It was a wonderful experience to share my nation, my state and my city. And it was wonderful to listen and learn to the European point of view about our America. It was very refreshing to learn that we all share the similar environmental, political, and just plain familial problems. I think the best thing about this whole experience was rediscovering Northern California- from the county fair in Santa Rosa to the wonderful, peaceful atmosphere of the mission at Carmel. And to go through San Francisco, my hometown. It's been a while since I've been to Fisherman's Wharf, with its kitschy tourist traps, the smell of crab cooking and the saltiness of the bay and the amazing vistas from any point. And traveling on Muni and BART, not that bad. The buses and trains seemed to be on time. And downtown was actually clean. And to hear the chatter of all visiting languages: German, Japanese, Italian (got to carry brief conversations in Dante's language) and English...the UK variety. We have world class museums; I was very impressed with the MOMA and its Richard Avedon exhibition. The new Academy of Sciences is spectacular. And overall, San Franciscans- I think we are friendly people willing to help out those visitors from abroad. I am so very glad that my friend chose the West Coast as his first American visit. The closest thing to the insanity of the East Coast we have is the Los Angeles area. But, I digress. It is wonderful to share something with someone new, in this case a city. I am hoping that his word of mouth will allow for future opportunities to share this side of the United States with friends from abroad.

"Los Angeles is not a circus; Los Angeles is a zoo.

"So New Yorkers say."

Dialogue between Armando and Lewis in Escape from the Planet of the Apes

Have I Stayed Too Long At the Fair?

Last Sunday I took my Zaragozan friend to the Sonoma County Fair in beautiful Santa Rosa, about a 53 mile drive north of San Francisco.  The theme of the fair this year was The Land Before the Fair.  The weather was beyond spectacular- mid 70s and a very mild, cooling breeze.  Santa Rosa can get into the 90s; you might say the weather was unusually cool for this time of year.  We got there a little after two, leaving San Francisco in the middle of the daily battle of fog vs. sunshine.  Being that it was the weekend, the fairgrounds were packed.  I think a lot of people are doing lots of local trips.  But that is part of the fun of going to a fair...the people.  People of all sizes, shapes, colors, clothing styles, ages...a kaleidoscope of humanity sharing happiness, good food, great times.  We started with the pavilion that housed quilts, baked goods, drawings, agricultural stuff- awesome.  Photography and paintings were viewed and admired for a long time.  After, walked through the Mexican Village and the distinct aroma of Mexican fast food hit the nostrils.  A band was playing a pretty good rendition of La Bamba and Guantanamera- two musical selections that are stereotypical of Latin America.  Having survived this section, we proceeded into the Hall of Flowers which was amazing this year.  A Jurassic theme; the paintings on the wall were worthy of comparison with the best matte work of a long gone Hollywood.  The floral displays defied description.  One of my faves was a brontosaur made of flowers, seeds and red peppers.  Then through the pavilion where things were being sold...candies, Jacuzzis and my traditional 4 new ties for school.  Hunger eventually hit us and I introduced my friend to his first corn dog.  Corn dogs are such a treat at fairs.  As I overheard a seller, the food sold at the fair was fat free, sodium free, and calorie free.  If you do not ingest at the fair, all calories are doubled once in the parking lot!  Dessert consisted of ice cream cones- he had mocha nut and I had rocky road...delish!  The inevitable romp through the bovine pavilion brought farm memories for my friend.  The final section was the carnival area. Not much new in the rides department; in fact they looked like the same rides from 7 years ago.  I must say that visiting the county fair is a trek through American ingenuity, progress, abundance and pride.  At such events, all ethnic groups unite; all ages seem polite towards each other; again a great feeling of pride as to what a local community can produce and share with the world.  I look forward to going to Santa Rosa next year.  

"Our state fair is a great state fair

 Don't miss it

 Don't even be late"

from STATE FAIR by Rodgers and Hammerstein 

I Left My Heart

I have not really gone downtown San Francisco in a very long time.  I figure that living close to Serramonte and Tanforan shopping centers I can do all the shopping on the Peninsula.  And there are several good restaurants there, too.  Today I acutually took a Muni bus, the 14 Mission and showed my Spanish guest downtown.  He was not impressed with Muni; too many stops!  We got off at 5th and Mission and proceeded towards Market Street and I felt like a child in a theme park.  The streets were crowded, of course, and there were lines to board our National Landmarks that move...the cable cars.  Tourists, locals, workers, etc made today's experience a wonderful one.  The weather was spectacular.  Sunny and somewhat warm and occasionally a cool breeze.  We walked up to Union Square, which was being readied for some gastronomic event.  The St. Francis hotel was flying the flag of El Salvador, next to our flag.  Lots of memories of childhood and Union Square, remembering the hundreds of pigeons that flocked the benches and walkways.  Neiman-Marcus was stunning as always.  But my favorite part is the beautiful stained glass roof, a remnant from a by-gone era- the old City of Paris department store.  Speaking of remnants, we proceeded to the Westfield Mall in the old Emporium building.  Such memories of that place, too.  The bargain basement, which we could afford.  The center is huge, housing lots of high priced boutiques and shops, such as Bloomingdale's  and Nordstroms.  A Japanese tourist headed towards my friend inquiring where Powell Street was.  My friend was speechless as I told the young man were to go.  He was actually about a block away.  I suppose when you have a camera in hand, you are not a local!  So, my friend was anxious to resolve a financial problem- he had some traveler's cheques (remember those?) and wanted to see if they were still valid.  We proceeded towards the Financial District; Bank of America and went to the Foreign Currency window.  Long story short, problem was resolved.  We proceeded down California Street towards the Embarcadero.  We stopped at Vaillencourt Fountain.  I must admit I have only seen it in postcards or driven by.  Today I got up close and personal; felt a cool mist and enjoyed the fountain along with everyone else.  Crossing the wide boulevard we headed towards the Ferry Building and again I was surprised.  Such hustle and bustle.  We had a delicious lunch, Chinese chicken salad and shared a table with two wonderfully and chatty Fijian women and their gringo pal.  Walking through the Ferry Building's food court was great- the smells of international and local cuisines, coffees and desserts.  Yummy!  We proceeded to see the view from a pier.  Lo and behold, a former student of mine, Maude Wilson, hugged and shocked me.  She works in a building across the street from the pier and she was taking full advantage of the awesome weather.  The picture opportunities were wonderful from this vantage point.  Soon it was time to come home.  We boarded BART and in 15 minutes we reached our destination, Balboa Park Station.  My friend's only negative comment regarding BART is that the stations were not announced.  I know they used to, but I agree.  Especially for visitors who don't know what stations are approaching.  Needless to say, it was a wonderful day to rediscover my hometown.   Sure it has its problems like any other major metropolis, but it is home.   If you read this and have never been to San Francisco, make it a point to visit.  If you are from the San Francisco Bay Area, make it a point to re-acquaint yourself with this beautiful city.  A world class city, a city I am proud to call home!  Go 9ers!  Go Giants!

San Francisco, open your Golden Gate, you let no stranger wait outside your door...