From Kate:
The Little-Known Favorites Meme. Rules: List and describe three of your favorite books that other people might not be familiar with. Then tag five people. See, easy!
My first thought: It really is easy! I could do a Thirteen on this. Then I took a look at my library and realized how mainstream I really am. Eclectic, perhaps, but mainstream nonetheless.
Below, I’ve selected three books that meet both criteria: little known and well loved (by me). At the very least, you need to see if I tagged ya.
Rialto Theater, South Pasadena, California
For the first 21 years of my life, I had a repertory theater close at hand. I grew up less than ten miles from the Rialto Theater, a lovely old place with neat architecture which I was about to call “art deco” until I read this:
Construction of the Rialto Theatre began in 1924 featuring the Spanish Baroque architectural style with Egyptian touches by noted Theatre designer L.A. Smith. Note the Batchelder tiles drinking fountain in the lobby, complete with picture tiles. The Auditorium features plaster ornaments, colorful stenciling, organ screens supported by harpies (half woman, half vulture) and a glaring mythological gargoyle with red eyes staring down from the proscenium arch.
You probably know the Rialto. Remember The Player? Tim Robbins kills that dude in the back of the Rialto. Remember Kentucky Fried Movie? The “Feel-A-Round” skit was filmed inside the Rialto.
At the Rialto, I saw Polanski’s Macbeth, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, and the 1973 Christopher Lee version of The Wicker Man. Can’t remember what else I saw, sadly enough.
I went to college at 17. Berkeley had the UC Theater:
How sad — they’re not showing movies at the UC anymore.
At the UC Theater, I saw Pink Floyd’s two films, More and La Vallรยฉe (you younguns: yes, Pink Floyd made more movies than just The Wall), Lawrence of Arabia, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Paul Scofield’s King Lear (sublime), and Lawrence Olivier’s Hamlet (trash). My girlfriend & soon-to-be fiance accompanied me to Labor of Love, a hilarious documentary about the making of an X-rated movie.
I think we had a repertory theater when I was in med school, but they never had anything good. French films without subtitles, I’ll bet. So I guess I got out of the habit. But really, where better to watch an old Bogart and Bacall film? And what can be better than an all-day festival of Hammer horror films or Ray Harryhausen’s stop-action mythological beasties?
Yeah, I miss those theaters. Last 20 years of my life have been a spirit-sapping procession of multiplexes.
If I get rich, I’m opening a rep.
You may regale me with repertory theater memories now.
D.
My room at the Lodge came equipped with a Washlet Toto, which sported a warmed and cushioned seat, front and rear bidets. I tried both bidets, but lacked the equipment to appreciate the former. The rear bidet was a revelation. Push a button, and a narrow, warm water jet hits you in the ass. You have to scoot around a bit to get it into the right spot, but the learning curve is shallow. I figured it out the very first time.
A wee knob allows you to control the water pressure, and at max pressure, I’m sure it could handle the toughest jobs. And even if you don’t require the max pressure, go for it anyway and revel in the sparkly clean sensation of an asshole well scrubbed.
Was there a blow dryer? I never did figure that out. Toto’s new product, the shapely Jasmin, features a warm air dryer. And, oh, they’re not called toilet seats anymore. Call ’em docking stations.
It all began innocently* enough.
Erin O’Brien wrote:
What the eff is this?
Check it out, then follow me below the fold.
Not quite as painful as wiping out under a wave, sand and saltwater scouring your eyes and flooding your nose. No, this meeting has been more akin to a hairshirt, or self-flagellation, or an icewater enema.
In other words, if I put myself into the proper mindset, it’s almost enjoyable.
Our Noble Purpose*: to devise a dynamic action plan optimized to transform our hospital into a sustainable system which will thrive in the 21st Century healthcare market. Anyone flashing on Catbert yet? Seriously — I wrote these things down as the meeting progressed:
Sustainable system
Drill down
Building a transformational action strategy
Jack Russell Terrier
This last was the high point of the morning. The resort owner’s pooch kept coming round to socialize, and it was a joy to hear the guy running the meeting say, “I love this dog!” while his eyes are saying, “Where’s my .22 when I need it?”
This morning, I also learned a new acronym: EBITDA, which means, Earnings Before yatta yatta shmatta. PROFIT, as best I can tell.
Once we broke into discussion groups, life improved. Guess I’m a better talker than a listener. I surprised myself by opening my yap a fair bit, mostly to crack wise at the head honcho’s expense. Two examples . . .
We were given this one handout, a Venn diagram with four intersecting bubbles: money, doctors, services, and leadership. Head Honcho (HH) wanted us to keep these priorities in mind during our discussion groups, and went so far as to instruct us to close our eyes and visualize the four bubbles. (Oh, I almost forgot. Know what we were doing this morning? Visioning. And I thought you needed to suck blotter paper for that.) So, eyes closed, I said, “I see Money, but the other bubbles read Food, Sex, and Sleep.”
When we were brainstorming Money, meanwhile fretting over the average age of our nursing staff (half of whom will probably retire in the next five years), I said, “So you need to improve the overall payer mix, right? What the hospital needs to do is upgrade the employee retirement health benefits, thereby improving our EBITDA.”
HH said, “Now, see, that’s what I call . . .” He faltered a moment. Then, “Oh. You were being facetious.”
I resisted the urge to say, “Well, duh.”
“I really appreciate your sense of humor,” he said.
But his eyes said, “Where’s my .22 when I need it?”
D.
*The HH’s fair-haired and high-breasted assistant really told us that this morning. Our Noble Purpose. Why am I flashing on Steve Martin’s character in The Jerk? Oh, yeah — Navin had a Special Purpose.
Sigh. I think I’d rather have a special purpose than a noble purpose.
While writing to a friend this evening, I realized that the high point of my research career was growing mouse ears in a petri dish. No, I wasn’t the guy who grew a human ear on a mouse’s back — not even close. Growing recognizable mouse ears in tissue culture was good enough for me.
Mouse fanciers, please read no farther. Even you gerbil fans might give this a second thought. Those of you who consider mice to be vermin and snake food may read on.
Follow me below the cut for mouse ear pix, plus a bonus pic I found while rifling through my slides.