The Producers

For those of you who don't know me well, let me explain: I love musicals. I grew up watching The Sound of Music, Camelot, Fiddler on the Roof, and Cinderella (the Rodgers and Hammerstein version, not Disney). Some of my best childhood memories are times that I went to high school musicals at PHS with my mom. As a preteen and a teenager I lived to be on-stage and I was in The Sound of Music, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, Annie, The Music Man, and The King and I (among others) in community and high school theatre productions. Mike is learning to appreciate the wide variety of show tunes that I sing to him in the shower, in the car, and in the kitchen. We've seen quite a few musicals together, both live and on film, and he's really coming around. Last night, however, his budding enthusiasm for the genre may have been dampered as we saw a so-so touring production of a not-very-interesting musical, The Producers. (See here for a plot synopsis.) Wikipedia explains the popularity of the musical (of which there are two film versions) like this: "The humor of the show is accessible to a wide range of audiences, and draws on ridiculous accents, caricatures of homosexuals and Nazis, and many show business in-jokes." That pretty much says it all. Basically, this musical appeals to the lowest-common-denominator humor-wise and made both Michael and me roll our eyes repeatedly. I'll avoid total snobbery and admit that we both laughed several times, as well, so the show was not a total bust.

We saw the show at the Assembly Hall on campus, where the Fighting Illini play basketball. They do a lot of shows (both concerts and plays) there as well, but it's not a totally successful musical venue. Basketball court acoustics are not so good. The Assembly Hall is a pretty cool building, though. I always think it looks like a giant UFO.

Praise to the Man

This is a photograph of the statue of Joseph and Hyrum Smith in front of Carthage Jail, Carthage, Illinois, where the two brothers were shot and killed in June 1844. Melissa and I took a road trip to visit Carthage and Nauvoo, IL on Friday this week. Now, I know that many members of the LDS Church tend to have very spiritual experiences visiting the site where the Church's founder was killed. Melissa and I witnessed a group of people having such a special experience this week.

Our tour guide in Carthage informed us that an extended family of 30 people was touring the jail just then. Members of this family had flown from California to New York, purchased an old white school bus, and were traveling across the country retracing the steps of the early Mormons. I thought to myself, "Wow, they bought a big bus. That's commitment." For the next little while, I didn't think too much else about this family. Melissa and I took the tour and thought about what the conditions were like at the time Joseph and Hyrum were killed, contemplating how people reacted to the event.

After finishing the tour, we walked outside to behold a strange sight. About two dozen people were gathered around the above-pictured statue, arms linked, singing the hymn "Praise to the Man." Oh yes, that family was committed.

The Whirly Pop

Every Sunday night we have popcorn for dinner -- it's become a tradition. We use the Whirly Pop (a bridal shower gift from one R.T.L.) and I love it!

1. The Whirly Pop makes healthy popcorn -- just 1 tsp of oil and you can pop as much corn as you like. (Then, of course we add butter and salt.)
2. Cheap popcorn. We have this bag of popcorn in the fridge that's been there since we moved. We use a quarter of a cup each time we pop. That bag (a year's supply) cost about as much as a 3-pack of microwave popcorn.
3. No unpopped kernels! Or at least very few. In tonight's batch -- just six left unpopped! And the rest was perfect. Yummy. What a great dinner.
   

What I've been reading: One of my professors has recommended several books that I've tried. Pattern Recognition by William Gibson was an awesome sci-fi flavored novel about a marketing consultant obsessed with tracking down the story behind some "footage" released on the web. The other novel by Gibson that the professor recommended, Neuromancer, I couldn't get into at all and quit after the first 60 pages -- too sci-fi techie for me. Also, The World's Newest Profession: Management Consulting in the Twentieth Century -- kind of a dry read. Now I'm finishing Joseph Smith: Rough Stone Rolling, a cultural biography of Mormonism's founder and a very interesting read, and I just started on Phillip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy and I'm very enthused by the first bit of The Golden Compass, which I started last night.

Unofficial St. Patrick's Day

One of the biggest University of Illinois events of the year took place on Friday and Saturday: Unofficial St. Patrick's Day. This event was started by a bar owner in town many years ago. Somehow he got permission from the city council to open his bars at 11:00 a.m. for two days and invite students to "Drink 'til you're Irish." Now, students come from many other campuses, students skip class on Friday, and lines at bars on campus stretch down the street (yes, my Utah friends, there are bars on campus).

Some of the green t-shirts that I saw this weekend express the sentiment of the holiday: "Irish I were drunk," "Unofficially Wasted," etc.

From the school newspaper, The Daily Illini:

• Forty-seven citations have been issued as of 7:30 p.m. Friday for underage drinking or possession of alcohol
• 150 vehicles have been taken into possession

I'm not a big fan of this so-called "holiday."

What I've been reading: Eight Cousins and Rose in Bloom by Louisa May Alcott. These books charmed me when I read them as a 10-year-old; this month my book club read Eight Cousins and I understand why I loved them so much as a kid. There's a definite feminist sensibility in the story of Rose Campbell -- the main thrust of the story is that she is transformed from an ultra-feminine, sickly little girl into a tomboyish, strong, healthy young woman. Even though it's a bit dated (1874) and a bit moralistic, I'd recommend it to any 10-15 year old girl.