Radiogurl a la Carte

Saturday, Dec. 30, 2006
Name Game

Short entry because we've got to go to the grocery store. I don't mind the job; it's nothing spectacular one way or another. However, I know for sure I won't be able to handle it for very long because it entails standing for 8 hours without a break. My knees are laughing and pointing already.

My oldest son called last night: it's baby! My daughter-in-law's water broke, and I assume she's still in labor, as I never got the final call to let me know that Junior is here. Junior's actual name, as of last I heard, will be Myles Vincent. Not something you hear every day, but I like it. Then again, as my kids have pointed out repeatedly, EVERY kid born these days is given a unique name. I just implored them to keep 'em simple, since my kids' last name goes on forever.

Well, my youngest daughter's doesn't any more, not since she married. She went from an eleven-letter name to a five-letter name. Even so, her married name is an uncommon spelling for a relatively common name.

Our family has a penchant for truly weird names. I refused to do that to my children, giving each of them simple, common first names. Their last name was bad enough, in my opinion. And of course they all griped that I didn't give them something more unusual. I can understand, I guess. When 00 was in kindergarten, there were FIVE other little girls with her first name.

My mother's maiden name, by contrast, was simple, succinct, spelled like you'd accept, and so on. And yet, my family found ways to mess it up. My uncle, my mother's brother, named his son Rocky. Their surname? Land. Their second choice for his name was "Stony."

Yup, the nut-bearing branches of our family tree are always in full bloom.

And of course most everybody here knows my real name is LeiLani. No, I'm not Hawaiian, though the name is. My brother's and my sister's names are reasonably typical, but me? I get stuck with "LeiLani." Clearly, my parents hated me even before I was born.

Ironically, MC loves the fact that both he and I possess really unusual names. Doesn't it just figure?

A footnote to that fact. A couple of months ago, I was giving some password information to MC so he would be able to work on one of our websites. I started spelling the username for him, more out of habit than anything else. He stopped in mid-type, turned to me, and snapped, "I KNOW how to spell your name!" It wasn't an angry snap, just indignant that I thought he wouldn't know something so integral. I cracked up and pointed out that I ALWAYS have to spell my name for people, so didn't even stop to think about what I was doing.

However, like pretty much everybody else, he forgets the second capital. To be honest, I would like to forget the second capital. I wish I could. But I had it beat into me when I was a kid that there are two capitals in LeiLani, and that it was that way on my birth certificate, yada yada. I learned to write it that way and that's my signature. I thought here a while back about changing it, but realized that I'd never pull it off. I'm 49 years old. That's a lot of habit to undo for something that would probably eventually come back to bite me in the butt, anyway.

I was skimming the news this morning and read that Saddam Hussein was executed overnight, by hanging, as expected. I think the man was a monster, don't get me wrong. I still find myself saddened at his death, maybe because GW Bush has committed equivalent political atrocities and remains in power. What's even worse is that the US was responsible for Hussein's rise to power in the first place. Hussein was a Frankensteinian creation of the modern world, and America the mad doctor that stitched him together. Who's really the criminal, when it comes down to it?

All in all, I think any death is a sad occasion, even the premeditated death of a monster.

The second item of interest to me was a note that the team of Harrison Ford, Steven Spielberg and George Lucas will be reuniting for another installment in the Indiana Jones series, this time with a promise to begin filming in 2007.

Raiders of the Lost Ark still ranks very close to the top of my all-time favorite movies, and The Last Crusade might just be the only one to trump it. I could've lived without the middle of the trilogy, but no big deal.

I'm cautiously optimistic about this one. Yes, Ford's a bit long in the tooth to play his original character in the same vein; but the character can be played with the same impish sense of humor and handled with a bit less of the physicality and I think he might just pull it off. And by some lucky chance we're introduced to a new-generation Indy along the way - whether Dr. Jone's progeny or an unrelated youngster who simply conveys a similar personality and tendency toward cliffhanger-esque trouble - so much the better.

If the timeline is to be convincing, that would put the new kid in the 50's. Happy Days meets Indiana Jones... Hmmm... If anybody could pull it off, it's that bunch. Lucas certainly pulled off the 50's beautifully with American Graffiti.

Ack - this "short" entry has meandered a bit longer than I intended and I still need to go to the grocery store. For people who asked, I'm hoping to post wedding and Christmas pictures in a private entry in the few days, if possible. I just haven't had the time!

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )