Saturday, April 14, 2007

The Bible Summarized by a Smartass, Part Twenty-Six: The Gospel of Mark

I know the Gospels are not presented in the Bible in the order they were written. I want to say that Matthew came the last, which makes sense to me: Matthew plays like someone took Mark and pumped it full of hot air. The best thing you can say about Mark is that it's shorter (12 whole chapters shorter). But it's still the same story. And here are the bullet points.

Chapter One
Mark skips the Virgin and starts with John the Baptist and “he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit,” then smash-cuts to the baptism of Jesus, the heavens parting, the “good” news about the end of the world, Jesus’s teaching/exorcising/healing dealy and the gathering of Simon/Peter, Andrew, James and John. Nothing new so far.

Chapter Two
Crowds begin to flock to Jesus, including the Pharisees who call him a blasphemer, especially for dining with sinners. Lots of the same dialogue as in Matthew but, remakes, you know? We get an allegory to justify not keeping the Sabbath, which I believe is a Commandment-breaker, right? Man, Mark’s Jesus is a bit squirrelly.

Chapter Three
The Pharisees begin to conspire against Jesus. He deputizes the 12, not only renaming Simon Peter, but renaming James and John the Boanerges—the Sons of Thunder! Mark, just like Matthew, spoils the third act twist by calling Judas “the one who betrayed him.” Even Jesus’s family (Mark mentions brothers and sisters) think he’s crazy nuts, so he disowns them. The Pharisees accuse Jesus of being possessed by Satan.

Chapter Four
There are those damn parables again…

Chapter Five
“My name is Legion…” Jesus has a cool, cinematic struggle with a group of demons, exorcising them out of this guy and putting them into pigs, then running the pigs into the sea. Then, as a capper, he raises that little girl from the dead.

Chapter Six
Jesus begins teaching at his hometown synagogue. Galileans are both amazed and offended, knowing him either as that weird kid of Mary’s, or something important, or just the brother of a bunch of nameless sisters and some guys named James, Joses, Judas, and Simon. Happy, Da Vinci Code fans? King Herod II thinks that Jesus is John the Baptist returned from the dead, and then we get the backstory about the dancing and John’s beheading (in this version both the daughter and the mother are named Herodias). Some people think Jesus is Elijah or another prophet. In this version, calming the storm and walking on water are both part of the same sequence; Mark really knows how to maximize his action set pieces to get more bang for his buck.

Chapter Seven
The Pharisees still have a mad on for Jesus, who is talked into healing that Gentile woman (Syrophoenician in this version). At this point, why is Jesus still using his magic tricks to prove his powers? I mean, seriously, isn’t the whole point of Jesus to have faith in him? Why be a performing seal? I see what all of those deists were talking about.

Chapter Eight
Jesus does the loaves-and-fishes bit, then tells the Pharisees he won’t give them a sign to prove his identity (haven’t they been paying attention to the magic tricks?). Jesus reveals he will die, then gets pissy with Peter because Peter wants Jesus to, you know, not suffer. Nice one, Jesus. He’s just worried about you.

Chapter Nine
Jesus with Moses and Elijah on the mountain and the voice of God, and the promise that the Day of Judgment may be in the lifetime of some of the 12. Jesus says Elijah has already returned, then performs an exorcism and gives a very troubling speech about how anyone who does something in the name of Jesus is always in the right. Wow, just hand it to the neo-cons, why don’t you? This is just justifying authority and slaughter here.

Chapter Ten
The Pharisees keep trying to test Jesus. In Judea, he calls all divorced men and women adulterers. Why is that a constant theme? Jesus says the bit about the camel and the needle’s eye, but sadly not to the tune of that cool Eno song, “Needle in the Camel’s Eye.” Jesus says that rich people won’t go to heaven. On the way to Jerusalem, James and John ask to sit on both sides of Jesus, but he says those seats are prepared for others. Then he heals a blind guy.

Chapter Eleven
Jesus enters the Temple on horseback and calls it a den of robbers. The priests demand to know where Jesus’s authority comes from, but he won’t tell them. Wait, now he won’t do a little card trick to prove he’s the son of God?

Chapter Twelve
Another parable that has something or other to do with paying taxes.

Chapter Thirteen
Jesus talks about the disasters to come before the Day of Judgment: wars, earthquakes, the persecution of those who believe in Jesus, false Messiahs and false prophets, the destruction of the world. But faith in salvation will…well, I guess crossing your fingers and clicking your heels never hurts. Never helps, either, but hey, this is Christianity we’re talking about, not reality! Jesus says no one but God knows how the judgment’s gonna go down, which seems awfully convenient.

Chapter Fourteen
Jesus is anointed, Judas betrays him, the Last Supper, the rite of communion, the foretelling of Peter’s denial, Jesus praying in the garden, the arrest of Jesus, the trial before the priests, the denial of Peter. All the same stuff as in Matthew, but a remake needs to hit all the high points, right?

Chapter Fifteen
Pilate tries Jesus, the crowd chooses Barabbas, the scourging, the crown of thorns, the crucifixion, and the death of Jesus. The three women in attendance this time are Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of Jesus, and Salome. Magdalene and Salome are mentioned here for the first time. Joseph of Arimathea entombs Jesus.

Chapter Sixteen
The angel tells the three women Jesus is risen; Jesus appears first to Mary Magdalene, a former exorcist patient. Jesus tells the disciples to spread the word, and goes up to heaven to sit at God’s side.

Next week, another version of the same tale: The Gospel of Luke.

President Duh Continues to Support the Troops

In all of the distracting flap about some old white guy using something nearly resembling a racial slur, it seems to have gone mostly unnoticed that President Bush has found a way to keep his war going without Congress approving all of that money he wants. He's decided that, with soldiers pushed to the breaking point by four years of war, the thing to do is add another three months to the standard tour of duty. So all active-duty soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan can now enjoy a standard fifteen months of duty instead of a year. How thrilled they must be.

This is just the kind of move that slimy fuck would make, isn't it? Since we've seen through the total inefficiency and madness of his surge strategy ("Come ooooonnnn, give the soldiers a chance to get slaughtered some more before you decide it's a disaster! It's only human life, what's the big deal?"), he's just going to...not let the soliders come home. And now our fathers and sons and mothers and daughters and sisters and brothers...well, they're fucked, aren't they? This is a big signal from the White House that basically says they're staying in Iraq no matter what. That they are never coming home. That their only future is to stay in Iraq and try not to get killed. Because, you know, oil prices aren't high enough, Bush and Cheney need them to be higher.

This change only affects the Army, not the Marines, the National Guard, or the Reserves. We're being told right now that the longer Army tour means that returning soldiers will get at least a year off before being sent back to the battlefield. Apparently, making this decision to extend tours was the only alternative to simply shortening the time between tours. Six of one...

It's time for one of my patented blanket statements here: if you really believe there's a chance we're going to win this junk, or even that America is going to come out of this with it's reputation intact, you're a fucking idiot. You're deluded. Do you work at the White House? If stability ever happens in Iraq, it's going to be at the hands of another strongman, another dictator, and not at the hands of the United States. And we're already supporting a corrupt government over there (check into Maliki, the guy's not exactly clean), so what's the point? Why are we involved?

Alternative fuels. Tell the Middle East to go screw. When we don't need them for oil, they'll lose all of their power in the world, and we won't have to send our family members over there to die for nothing more than lining the pockets of the rich. Because if you still think America gives a shit about Iraqis...well, I can't help you. No one can. And why aren't you in Iraq now, true believer?

At least four states have been notified that it's time to deploy the National Guard to Iraq again. Their governors are pissed, but so what? They're not going to take a stand for state's rights, are they? If we've learned anything the past six years, it's that no one is going to be the one to stand up to Resident Bush and tell him he's out of his fucking mind and has to be spanked like an insolent child.

And to think, just back in January, the White House was trying to sell us on this bullshit about the number of troops needed in Iraq dropping. In February, they were telling soldiers their tours might be shortened to nine or seven months. Now they're saying the extended tours are going to be able to maintain troop buildup for the next year.

I'm predicting a lot more desertion. Especially when that 15 months turns to 18. Just wait for it.

Nancy Pelosi said: "Extending the tours of all active-duty Army personnel is an unacceptable price for our troops and their families to pay." You know, there's a really easy way to make her the President of the United States.

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UPDATE: This was too delicious to pass up. Here's what George W. Bush said to American Legion Post 177 in Virginia on Tuesday, just a day before announcing the extension of troop tours: "The bottom line is this: Congress's failure to fund our troops will mean that some of our military families could wait longer for their loved ones to return from the front lines. Others could see their loved ones headed back to war sooner than anticipated. This is unacceptable. It's unacceptable to me, it's unacceptable to our veterans, it's unacceptable to our military families, and it's unacceptable to many in this country."

So, basically, Bush blamed the Democrats and Congress for a possible extension of tours, claimed he was unwilling to do it, and then did it anyway? Seriously, it was less than 24 hours before he was announcing the tour extension he'd obviously planned to announce all along! Imagine that, Bush lying to people like the fucking weasel he is.

Dana Perino, the weasel currently filling in for weasel Tony Snow, tried to weasel her way out of it when the press actually called Bush on his lying. And one of the things she said is fucking astonishing for its audacity: "We have never said that if we got the money immediately tomorrow, that folks would be able to have just a 12-year [sic] deployment and a 12-year [sic] dwell time. Every day that we don't get the money is one that, as Secretary Gates and General Pace have said, creates problems in terms of the training. And so by piecemeal, you see some troops have been there for 16 months, and that's what we're trying to avoid."

Wow, does that sound like a veiled threat, or what? Bush keeps trying to play this game with Congress of forcing them into what he wants, and Pelosi, because she's a hundred times smarter than he is, won't play it. Here's some more of Dana Perino backtracking, just because it's so fucking funny.

Q: But if the President really wants certainty for the families, he had an opportunity before the American Legion, a highly respected veterans organization, to say, you know what, for certainty's sake for these families, tomorrow we're going to announce a pretty big change. They're going to stay in harm's way longer. Why wasn't he straightforward with the American Legion about his own policy?

Perino: I think the President was absolutely straightforward. And remember, I don't -- I know that Secretary Gates came and talked to the President yesterday morning, so that speech you're talking about was last Tuesday. We've known for a while that we're going to have to --

Q: Two days ago, the speech.

Perino: Yes, two days ago, right.

Q: And so the President didn't know about his own policy until Wednesday?

Perino: I'm not aware that the President knew that there was going to be -- that Secretary Gates had come to any decisions. But we did know that people, one, needed more certainty, because that had been a complaint and that's one that we had heard about; and two, we need to make sure that we can get the money for the troops so that the readiness issue, the training issue -- because if the troops here can't be trained, which is one of the issues that Gates and Pace said is a problem of not having the money now -- if they can't be trained, then you can't get the fresh troops out in the field. And that means that the people who are there have to stay longer. And so I guess the way I would put it is that it gets better than it would otherwise be if we get the money today, and it gets worse than it would otherwise be if we don't.

I emphasized that last bit there because it's really the only important bit of this: it's almost a tacit admission that Bush is holding the Army hostage in Iraq to try and get Congress to approve the surge money. And that is fucking monstrous. Bush has obviously seen a lot of John Wayne movies, so I know he'll understand what I'm saying when I say that he needs to be taken to the woodshed and have the ever-loving shit kicked out of him. Of course, at his age, if he hasn't learned any better already, he probably needs to have his fucking head bashed in.

These are not your toys, you fuckwit. These are people with families and friends. These are Americans. These are human beings. And you are a monster who doesn't deserve to sleep on satin sheets.

Get Smart Is Now Filming

I don't know if it's going to be any good or not. But it does mean another Anne Hathaway movie for me to own, so I guess I've got nothing objective to say.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Throwdown 4/13

15 random thoughts, questions, and observations for the week.

1. Gretchen Bonaduce filed for divorce. Wait, you mean you can’t just go on a reality show and let the world see how you’re a big baby and you scream and yell all the time because you’re an entitled little bitch…without your wife leaving you for being such a punk? Huh, who knew? Well, thanks to his incessant whining over the years when he was on the radio in Chicago, I tend to like it when bad things happen to Danny Bonaduce, so…good going, Gretchen. And he was contact by her lawyer in an email! Oh, this just keeps getting better.

2. Peter Andre and Katie Price are going to have a reality show? I don’t know why anyone would care, but I guarantee you I’m going to watch it. Wherever Katie is in the air, cosmic forces will draw me near.

3. Remember, Hayden Panettiere is not Lindsay Lohan. But you can probably start taking bets on when she’ll go to rehab right now.

4. Here’s the first picture of Iron Man for the upcoming movie. Are they going to transition from this suit to the classic yellow and red one? With the points on the face mask, I hope? Still, this looks pretty cool. Stan Winston created it, so it’s good to see him do work again.

5. Scarlett Johansson says she doesn’t mind being single. Alright, if that’s what she wants me to present to the world, I’ll go along with it. She and I both know the truth.

6. Britney Spears and Kim Kardashian have both decided to stop hanging around with Paris Hilton in order to improve their images. I still don’t know who Kim Kardashian is, outside of a pornstar with a nice ass, but I imagine Paris didn’t make any difference one way or the other. And Britney…way, way too late, sweetie.

7. This poster actually looks fake to me, like something someone would put together to win a Photoshop contest about crappy movies. But no, it’s something real. Why do they keep making this kind of garbage? Do they just need a high rate of product turnover?

8. There’s some music video going around right now of Kermit the Frog doing Johnny Cash’s cover version of “Hurt,” and a lot of people think it’s either the funniest thing ever, or the sickest. But I don’t know, my problem with it is that it’s just not clever. Kermit shoots heroin and then vomits? Meh. Now if they had done a copy of the Johnny Cash video and inserted bits from The Tonight Show, The Muppet Show, various movie appearances and TV guest spots, even Jim Henson’s funeral or The Muppet BabiesTHAT would have been funny. That would have been a much more clever parody. This one…this one’s just asinine. It’s not clever or even original. It’s tired.

9. Apparently, casting Kirsten Dunst as Debbie Harry is quite controversial. Kiki’s even had to say that she’s been chosen by Debbie herself just to take some of the heat off (although it seems the verbal equivalent of throwing Debbie in front of a bus). I don’t know, I’ll reserve judgment until I see the results (personally, I’m just thrilled they’re making a movie about Debbie). I don’t know why, after years of being disappointed, I suddenly have this faith in Kiki, but for now I do.

10. Speaking of weird biopics, Willa Ford has been cast to play Anna Nicole Smith in a movie of her life. Wow, which is more unnecessary? Willa Ford having an acting career, or the Anna Nicole movie?

11. Oh! So, um, so that’s why Prince Harry is so popular.

12. The rumor is that Hulk Hogan has been meeting with divorce lawyers. I’d like to say now that I think I know what Linda Hogan needs in a relationship, and I’m willing to give it to her. Plus, I think I would make a perfect stepfather for Brooke…


13. Here (via MC) is B.J. Novak on Late Night talking about something I noticed: Cadbury Creme Eggs have gotten smaller! Damn, I’m glad someone confirmed that for sure, because I was certain they’re smaller now. They’re the same amount of money, but smaller. Why is Cadbury lying about it? Hasn’t anyone else noticed that, for the same amount of money, candy companies are selling smaller and smaller Halloween, Christmas, and Easter Candy? Seriously, next Halloween by a bag of 3 Musketeers minis or something, you’ll see, they’re much, much smaller. What’s the deal?

14. Okay, I’m not defending the Saddlebag That Walks Like a Very Tired Man, but why the hell are they treating Don Imus like he’s somehow in league with Hitler? “Nappy-headed ho’s” can now get your fired from your job? From your job being a radio commentator? From your job being a guy who is known for being a racist douchebag already? This is hardly the worst thing he’s ever said. The atmosphere in America is getting very chilly all of a sudden. Most people probably saw this coming when Isaiah Washington was sent to rehab for saying a word some people don’t like. They had to send him to get trained to learn to “think correctly.” Seriously, we cannot start saying there are right and wrong ways to think, or right and wrong things to say. I can’t believe we’re going after people now and firing them from their jobs just for having an opinion about something that isn’t the popular one. Again, I’m not defending Imus, but didn’t we already know he was an asshole? Why should this be the one thing he gets singled out for? If we’re going to start silencing people just for being offensive, what’s going to be the next step?

15. Just a personal note, I'm one of four people guest-blogging until Wednesday on The Film Experience Blog if you feel like stopping by.

Who Do You Link, You?

There were some great Easter posts this weekend. My absolute favorite has to be Dr. Zaius's hilarious post featuring the Archie gang and Test Tube Jesus. Some other great Jesus posts: Peter Lynn apologizes for making your son a Christian, John lays into Christian universities (they deserve it), and Jordan Safirstein wants Tom Cruise to shut the fuck up. Don't we all? And speaking of Easter, Cap'n Dyke has fun with Peeps. Not that kind. Damn it.

Some other links this week:
Who Was the Sanjaya of the 80s?
Exquisitely Bored in Nacogdoches on the first Star Wars figure in years I MUST own.
The Beasthouse has some great lists, the best of which (scroll down) is Nine Things Which Are Now Obligatory in Any Science-Fiction TV Series, Even Though Everybody’s Sick of Them. Exact.
Ken Levine has one of several good reasons to boycott Cartoon Network.
Tumuli appreciates Christina Ricci as much as I do.
More Sanjaya disgust from Pajiba.
My New Plaid Pants on Edgar Wright's Don't trailer.
Living Between Wednesdays on the sexiness of Hal Jordan.
Maxim explicates the emotions of Victoria Beckham.
HI-WATT-cha Doing? has a good explanation for Johnny Cash's home burning down. Makes sense to me.
Mob muses on why people aren't interested in personal posts.
Top Ten Eighties Robots (We Expected to Exist By Now)
Bill Maher on John McCain.
Peter Lynn on one of the worst commercials on television.
The Absorbascon has the real story behind 300.
JA offers some names to direct Jurassic Park IV.
The Onion A.V. Club interviews Shia LeBeouf. I'm telling you, he's going to be big.
Norman Lear and Alec Baldwin on the Imus controversy.
Joshua Perdue's Flintstones comic makes me giggle.
Generate your own crappy Will Ferrell movie at College Humor.
Somethng Awful spoofs Cartoon Brew.
ModFab's weekly American Idolatry and Au Revoir.

The Film Experience highlights a recent, disturbing trend in the blog world.

Culture Kills needs and deserves your votes.

Lee over at Quit Your Day Job has been doing a series of interesting posts on the matter of sequels. Here, in order, are 5 Sequels That Are Better Than the First, 5 Sequels That Really, Really Sucked, 5 Sequels That Should Have Been Made, 2 Sequels That Could Have Been Better, and 5 Prequels That I’d Like to See.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to relive my childhood days watching WFLD Channel 32 in the Chicago suburbs. Son of Svengoolie, don't ever change!

Thanks to Zaius Nation for pointing me towards this one.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

David Copperfield Cons You and Threatens to Kill You

I like magic. I really do. It's fun watching someone do a magic trick if they're really, really good at it. And David Copperfield is one of today's best. He really knows how to get the audience to follow along and be fooled by an illusion. And it's fun to be fooled by them. And personally, I don't think knowing how a trick is done destroys the illusion; it enhances the artistry behind it.

I got this email forwarded to me which promised me: "THIS SHOULD MAKE YOU THINK A BIT, PRETTY GOOD CARD TRICK TO FIGURE OUT." Okay, I thought, this should be fun. It has a picture of David Copperfield on it, so what the hey.
Did whoever put this little email together trick you? He tricked me. But when Becca tried it, she picked a different card, and it still worked. So how, exactly, does this trick work? Actually, it's pretty obvious.

See, here "David" gives you six cards to choose from: king of hearts, jack of clubs, king of spades, queen of diamonds, queen of clubs, and jack of diamonds. Notice that they're all face cards; none of them have numbers crying out at you. This is essential for distracting you and confusing you, otherwise the trick won't work. Notice the order, too: red, black, black, red, black, red. Just for reference, I picked the king of spades.

Is your card gone? Yes--everybody's card is. The cards have been reduced from six cards to five to give you the illusion that your card is gone, but really "Dave" has just replaced the six face cards with five different ones. This time it's the queen of hearts, the king of clubs, the jack of hearts, the queen of spades, and the king of diamonds. The order is still basically the same: red, black, red, black, red. And the cards are similar--one hearts for another, one clubs for another, red jack instead of red queen, a black queen replacing another black queen, and one diamonds for another. It's a pretty simple con, just taking into account that you won't take the time to notice all of the cards specifically, but will see more or less the same face cards and assume the trick worked.

That's a neat little con, and a fun little letter.

But what the hell is this all about?Dude, David, all I did was figure your trick out! And now you want to kill me? Chillax, it's not the Da Vinci Code, it's just a card trick...

That seems kind of lazy, forcing us to foward his magic trick around instead of putting a stage show together or standing out on a street corner or something. And then threatening to kill us if we don't? What's the deal? Either way, I did forward it to someone. Because it most likely isn't from David Copperfield, but just in case it is, I'm pretty sure he can kill with his mind from anywhere in the world.

Kurt Vonnegut 1922-2007

I am, incidentally, Honorary President of the American Humanist Association, having succeeded the late, great science fiction writer Isaac Asimov in that totally functionless capacity. We had a memorial service for Isaac a few years back, and I spoke and said at one point, "Isaac is up in heaven now." It was the funniest thing I could have said to an audience of humanists. I rolled them in the aisles. It was several minutes before order could be restored. And if I should ever die, God forbid, I hope you will say, "Kurt is up in heaven now." That's my favorite joke.

Roscoe Lee Browne 1925-2007

One of my favorite character actors, known for his rich, warm voice, died of cancer today. I'll miss him.

Norman Lindsay

Norman Lindsay (1879-1969). Lindsay was born in Creswick, Victoria, Australia, where childhood illness forced him into inactivity. Like so many other bored kids, he taught himself to draw, and by eleven he was drawing detailed pictures of cats. It helped that he came from an artistic family--three of his brothers and one of his sisters also were artists (Lindsay was fifth of ten kids). In 1895, he moved to Melbourne to work in magazines with his brother Lionel. By 1901, they had joined the staff of the Sydney Bulletin, a weekly in which they drew all manner of cartoons, caricatures, and illustrations. Lindsay produced drawings for them for 50 years.

Though Lindsay was married, he took up with model Rose Soady. In 1909, Lindsay went to London, and Rose joined him there. He filled entire volumes of pencil sketches while he was there; he also illustrated a book of poems, Satyrs and Sunlight by Hugh McCrae. A limited edition of The Satyricon of Petronious Arbiter was published while he was in London featuring 100 of his drawings.

In 1912 Lindsay moves to Springwood, New South Wales, in the Blue Mountain region. He lived there for most of the rest of his life. His beautiful home and grounds are now the Norman Lindsay Gallery and Museum; in the film Sirens, Sam Neill plays a fictionalized version of Lindsay and some of the film was actually shot at the house. Lindsay created the most beautiful cement statuary for his home, carved and decorated the furniture himself, designed and built chairs. The home was Lindsay himself from top to bottom. And he drew. In 1912 he drew a pen drawing called The Crucified Venus (above) that created a stir amongst the community. Lindsay's drawing depicts what he felt was organized and religious society damning women and their natural sexuality (and maternity) for their own evils. It's a powerful statement and a powerful image, and the church felt it was blasphemous (which it was). It was meant to be part of a Melbourne art exhibit, but was removed from it until the president of the Society of Artists threatened to remove all of the paintings from the exhibit unless Lindsay's was reinstated.

In Lindsay's garden home, he began to grow from drawings and illustration into other media. He started painting in oils and watercolors, etching, writing novels, even building models of ships. His novel A Curate in Bohemia was an immediate success; so was The Magic Pudding, a children's novel he wrote and illustrated in 1918. Art in Australia published several specials devoted to his work.

Norman's son Jack started a publishing company in 1925 called Fanfrolico Press. In six years they published 40 books, many illustrated by Lindsay. Two of them, Hyperborea and Madam Life's Lovers, were written by him. The company was ended by the Depression, as well as business problems and Lindsay's falling out with Rose. For years, Rose had been Lindsay's chief (and most recognizable) model, his business manager, his printer, his second wife, and mother to his two daughters, Janet and Helen. She was also a talented artist in her own right.

Lindsay was driven to create; just doing that was more important to him than any work. In 1940, Rose took 16 crates of Lindsay's artwork (paintings, etchings, and drawings) to America to protect them during the war, only to have them destroyed in a train fire. He told her not to worry; he'd make more. His energy to create was apparently tireless. People who knew him talk of his being able to produce a watercolor before breakfast, work on an etching until late afternoon (and believe me that is almost superhumanly hard work), work on a concrete sculpture in the afternoon and still write a chapter for a novel. When he wanted a break, he'd spend a day working on one of his ship models. Apparently, he was also an excellent boxer.

Lindsay's work endures today because it is vital and frank. He had a very direct attitude towards sexuality and its depiction, saying once that "Sex isn't just the basis for life, it is the reason for life." This attitude is reflected in his work, which is often free and sensual, but which often depicts the shame and damnation of outside forces. But his work remains popular, and today is much sought after, with occasional catalogues of his work retailing for upwards of $300. A record price was paid for one of his oil paintings in 2002, Spring's Innocence, selling to the National Gallery of Victoria for $(AU)333,900. There has also been controversy; of course, his paintings were controversial at the time, but his novel Redheap was banned in Australia, and much of his work for the Bulletin is racist and right-wing, though in that case he was merely reflecting the political leanings of the paper itself and the fear of the "Red Peril" and the "Yellow Menace."

Norman Lindsay died in 1969, the same year that veteran English filmmaker Michael Powell released the film Age of Consent, based on Lindsay's novel. It stars James Mason as a Lindsay type of character and Helen Mirren as his inspiration, and it's wonderful. It's a fitting tribute to only a small part of Norman Lindsay's immense and exceptional work.

























This is one of the many images of Rose.