Book of Mormon

Sara and I recently found some time to go see The Book of Mormon.

I love musicals, but it’s much harder to get to them now that we have kids. I realized the last time we saw a show was The Addams Family, which was almost exactly 3 years ago. I liked Book of Mormon much more than Addams Family.

I would recommend it to anybody who doesn’t mind a little profanity. It starts slow, but by the 4th song or so (Specifically “Hasa Diga Eebowai”), there’s no question this is a show by Matt Stone and Trey Parker, the guys from South Park (actually, this made me think more of Team America: World Police). Blasphemy is probably too light of a word for it. Considering musicals are generally thought to be family friendly, just be prepared for it and you’ll have a good time.

I don’t think Stone and Parker ever get enough credit for being clever. Yes, they try to intentionally shock you, but that’s not all they are. If it was, South Park wouldn’t be going into its 15th season. Book of Mormon is exactly the same way: there are cheap laughs because they are shocking (AIDS jokes, baby rape jokes, frog rape jokes, dysentery jokes, etc.), but there’s also a larger picture behind it all (tolerance, learning to be yourself, hard work pays off, religion can be silly but we love it anyway, etc.). That’s the part that makes this all work. In fact, if you take away a few small parts, Book of Mormon works surprisingly well as a traditional musical.

Knowing who made this show, I was wondering how badly Mormons would take this show. So I was pretty surprised to find 3 full page ads in the program for the LDS Church. And actually, having seen it, I have to say it’s a lot harsher on Ugandans than it is on Mormons. Sure they tweak their nose a little bit over some of the stranger beliefs, but at the end of the day the Mormons come out looking pretty good. Quite frankly, if you look very hard into any religion, you can pull out all kinds of weird stuff and make it sound ridiculous. I hear worse about Catholicism every day. If the worse you can say about a religion is, “They’re overly nice people who help the world, but have you seen their silly underwear? And, come on, they can’t drink coffee??” then I guess that’s not so bad. (Note: Uh, yeah, there’s worse things they say about the religion, especially in relationship to repressing gays and people of color, but I’m making a point here.)

In summary, the show was really good. It was blatantly offensive at times, witty at others, laugh-out-loud funny, and had catchy songs. What more could you ask for from a musical? (Okay, I guess you could ask it to be a little more politically correct, but if you’re asking that, then this is probably not for you.)

Warning, emo soul-searching ahead

Last Sunday night I got all excited thinking about my evening of knitting and watching Downton Abbey, and then I stopped for a minute and thought, “How’d I get here?”

(Okay, shut up, I didn’t do one of these maudlin retrospective posts for my birthday, so I’m due.)

It sounds stupid to say it, but I think lately I’ve learned that you should value what makes you happy. How did I learn that? Was it because of having kids? Was it because I’ve spent the last year thinking a lot about simplifying my life? Did a little birdie whisper it in my ear out in the woods at the Haven?

Things that make me happy:

  • Spending time with the kids, like ice skating and playing checkers
  • Writing
  • Playing guitar and accordion
  • Reading
  • Being outside
  • Knitting
  • Trying new foods / experiences
  • Travel

Things that do not make me happy:

  • Clutter
  • My daily commute
  • Buying things

Geez, seems kind of obvious when you put it like that. How did I not know this until I turned 33? Isn’t that like, the one thing everybody knows?

Sometimes I think that past me would look at current me and say, “Dude. I don’t even know you anymore.” But then other times I think that I’m still me, only more so. Like I’ve finally arrived at the end of this path I’ve been traveling down my entire life. Maybe past me would look at current me and say, “Ah ha! That’s the answer to the equation I’ve been working on! That’s the last sentence at the end of the book that makes this all make sense!”

The good news is I know what makes me happy, which is more than a lot of people. The bad news is not knowing what makes you happy makes it a lot easier to convince yourself to keep doing all the crappy things you have to do in life whether they make you happy or not.

XOCO

When it comes time for a birthday dinner, we turn to our favorite Chicago chef, Rick Bayless. This time we tried out Frontera’s little sister XOCO (pronounced “show-co”).

It was perfect! Exactly what we needed.

The food was amazing, and fresh, and unique, but everything was very low key. With the kids, we’re always looking for a compromise between something amazing and something where we’re not going to disturb people. That’s exactly what this was (at least before 5 p.m. on a weeknight). No waiting in line, no waiting for a table, and not many people around to disturb.

We had a couple of tortas (Baja Chicken Torta and Choriques to be specific). I thought they were both good, but the baja chicken was amazing.

(This is not actually what we ate, but I stole these pictures from the XOCO website and beggars can’t be choosers)

Sara had the Carnitas Caldos, which is a spicy soup with pork and avocado chunks. This was also good, but very, very salty.

Of course, in the midst of all this good food, Evie only wanted to eat tortilla chips.

Until dessert that is. We each had a churro and we shared a couple of mugs of their amazing hot chocolate. I don’t say cocoa, I say hot chocolate, because it was like drinking a delicious cup full of melted chocolate bars. It was so rich and thick that I’m really not sure I could have finished a glass by myself. But sharing it was just perfect, and gave us an excuse to try two different kinds. For my money, the almond milk one was better, but everyone else preferred the classic.

XOCO is great if you’re looking for something a little bit quicker and easier than Frontera, and well worth the trip downtown (even if the meter did cost me $3.50 an hour!) Thank you Mr. Bayless for never failing to exceed expectations! (P.S. We finally broke down and bought a copy of Rick Bayless’s Mexican Kitchen, so we can stop checking it out from the library all the time!)

The Halbach Family Lexicon

  • Ants on a Raft noun –  Ants on a log for people who don’t like celery; the raisins are instead on bread. – “Aunt Anna, will you make me some ants on a raft?”
  • Baboonintransitive verb –  To baboon someone, that is, to speak rapidly and be the first person to complete the sentence, “Not too soon, you big baboon!” – “See you later alligator, after while crocodile, not too soon you big baboon!” “Oh, you babooned me!”
  • Cabrellanoun– Umbrella. “Mama, where’s my cabrella?”
  • Callapitter – noun – Caterpillar. “Ollie look, a callapitter!”
  • College Money – noun – Paper money – “Thank you for the college money.” antonym: see Ice Cream Money
  • Creams – noun – 1) The vast series of Vaseline/steroids/lotions applied to control Oliver’s eczema. 2) Any lotion. – “Ollie, come here, it’s time to do your creams!”
  • Duclos – noun – Duplo. – “I want to build a tower out of duclos!”
  • EE – proper noun – Evie. – “Is it time to get up yet EE?”
  • Face, The – noun – The face one makes by gritting their teeth and flexing the muscles in their neck until their head shakes. – “Ollie, make your face!”
  • Floobooberbabbooberbubs – noun – 1) A name to use as a placeholder when you can’t think of someone’s name. 2) A default noun to be used when you can’t think of the right word. – “What should we name her?” “Floobooberbabbooberbubs?”
  • Flute – noun – Anything that can be blown into to make a noise. – “Listen to my flute!”
  • Friends – noun – Stuffed animals. –  “I’m going to sleep with all my friends.”
  • Hamster – noun – A clothes hamper. – “I already put my clothes in the hamster.”
  • Haven, The – proper nounOur property in Michigan. – “We’re going to the Haven this weekend.” synonym: see the Property.
  • Hector – proper noun – The name of every boxelder bug. – “Uh oh, how did Hector get in here?”
  • Ice Cream Money – noun – Coins – “I found some ice cream money on the ground.” antonym: see College Money
  • Kitty Mannersnoun – Good manners, especially in public or specifically at a restaurant. – “Okay, I want to everyone to have their kitty manners tonight.” antonym: see Piggy Manners
  • Ladybug – noun – 1) A spider. 2) Any bug. – “There’s a ladybug in the corner!”
  • Loose – adjective – When a boys ::ahem:: parts aren’t tucked into his underpants properly. – “Mama, it’s loose.” synonym: see Squishy
  • Milkwater – noun – A glass of water with a little bit of milk in it. – “Ollie, that’s enough milk, do you want water now?” “I want milkwater!”
  • Minnicin – noun – Cinnamon – “I need some minnicin for my applesauce.”
  • Monsters – noun – An excuse for anything, especially when something is missing or to avoid going in a room alone. – “Monsters ate my other shoe!”
  • Nu Nu Nu Nu – verb – To run around stark naked singing a very specific song that goes, “Nu nu nu nuu nu, nu nu nu nu. Nu nu nu nu nuuuuuu.” Sometimes you freeze in place and point at someone with your mouth open. This is required before you can take a bath. – “Go do nu nu nu nu so you can get into the bath.”
  • Piggy Manners – noun – Bad manners, especially in public or specifically at a restaurant. “Evie, that’s piggy manners.” antonym: see Kitty Manners
  • Pooncooks – noun – Pancakes. – “Daddy, what’s for breakfast?” “Pooncooks.” “These aren’t pooncooks, they’re pancakes!” “Oh yeah, who’s making them? These ones are pooncooks.”
  • Property, The – proper noun – Our property in Michigan. – “We’re going to The Property this weekend.” synonym: see The Haven.
  • Relaxing Time – noun – An hour or two in the afternoon when you don’t have to nap, but you do have to stay in your room and do a quiet activity. – “Evie, go back in your room. Relaxing time isn’t over yet.”
  • Schnozberries – noun – Default name for any kind of berry. – “Are they blueberry pancakes?” “No, schnozberry pancakes.”
  • Shushi – proper noun – Evie’s imaginary friend. – “Don’t open the closet! Shushi is hiding in there.”
  • Smooch Sandwich – noun – 1) Two pieces of bread with smooches in between (literally kissing the bread). 2) Smooching someone up in order to tickle them. 3) The answer to the question, “What’s for dinner?”. – “Daddy, what’s in my lunch?” “Well, there’s a smooch sandwich…” synonym: see Tickle Pie.
  • Smoochnose McGee – proper noun – A name to use as a placeholder when you can’t think of someone’s name. – “What should we name her?” “Smoochnose McGee?”
  • Spicy – noun – Sriracha – “I need more spicy please.”
  • Squishy – adjective – When a boys ::ahem:: parts aren’t tucked into his underpants properly. – “Mama, it feels squishy.” synonym: see Loose
  • Tickle Pie – noun – 1) Tickling someone. 2) The answer to the question, “What’s for dinner?”. – “Daddy, what’s for dessert?” “Tickle pie.” synonym: see Smooch Sandwhich.
  • Trail Mix – noun – Cranberries and walnuts. Nothing more, nothing less. – “Can I have some trail mix in my lunch?”
  • Uncle Nathan Green – adjective – A particular shade of crayon; a light- or yellow-green. – “Look, I found Uncle Nathan Green!”
  • Wipe – noun – A little homemade square of flannel, with stitched edges. – “I need a wipe!”
  • Woo – proper noun – The person responsible for everything. – “Who should do it?” “Woo should do it!” “Okay I’ll tell Woo if I see him.”

Downton Abbey

Okay, so I know I’m a little late to the party, but season 3 of Downton Abbey is only 4 days away from starting, and you don’t want to miss it.

Look, there’s no way this is the first time you’re hearing about Downton Abbey. Chances are you watch it already. Chances are, as usual, I’m the last guy in the know.

It’s hard to say what makes the show so fascinating. If you told me, “Hey, there’s this great show; It’s like a soap opera about the machinations of the family of an upper class lord and their servants, set in post-Edwardian England,” then I would reply, “I do not want to watch that show.” And yet, the show is awesome anyway. Maybe it’s the interesting characters. Maybe it’s the beautiful cinematography. Maybe I secretly love post-Edwardian English romance but didn’t know it until now.

I really dig the whole upstairs / downstairs thing, with the dichotomy between the lives of the do-nothing lords and ladies and the hard-working, hard-scheming, dirt-poor staff who serve them. The way they’re the same, the way they’re different, the way they’re all just people with lives and hopes and dreams and secrets. Dirty, dirty, dark little secrets.

I think the root of it is that the characters are so well done, and just written in a way that American television never really is. You care about them, and therefore you care about what they care about, whether it is succession, romance, or the local flower show. You just do. Who would have thought PBS could compete with HBO when it comes to compelling television dramas?

There’s still time to get ahold season 1 and season 2 before season 3 starts on Sunday!