Author Archives: Tim Elhajj

RIP: Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007)

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I haven’t read much Vonnegut, but there is one thing he wrote that has stayed with me for a very long time. It isn’t even from the primary text of one of his books, but from the forward to Slapstick:

This is the closest I will ever come to writing an autobiography. I have called it “Slapstick” because it is grotesque, situational poetry–like the slapstick film comedies, especially those of Laurel and Hardy, of long ago.

It is about what life feels like to me.

There are all these tests of my limited agility and intelligence. They go on and on.

The fundamental joke with Laurel and Hardy, it seems to me, was that they did their best with every test.

They never failed to bargain in good faith with their destinies, and were screamingly adorable and funny on that account.

I first read that in 1986.

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April Fool

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“Let’s get the kids,” I whispered to Holly in the kitchen. “For April Fools.”

Her eyes lit up. “What should we do?”

This was the challenge. Until I started to surf the Web this morning, I hadn’t even remembered it was the first of April. I was totally unprepared. Whatever we did, the kids were not expecting it. Although they are nine and perfectly capable of playing jokes on their parents, it was 10 A.M. and neither had made even a feeble attempt.

“I can fall down, stick out my tongue, and thrash around like I’m dying. Then I can jump up and yell April Fools.”

Holly looked at me like I lost my mind.

“We can promise them ice cream, and when they get good and excited tell them April Fools,” I said.

“That’ll impress them.”

I was joking. Okay, half-joking. It’s not easy coming up with a good April Fools joke at the last minute, but I love the idea of nailing the kids. As far as I’m concerned, this is what good parenting is all about.

Going into the living room, I sipped my coffee and waited for something to come to me. I hadn’t been waiting ten minutes, when Holly came into the room and announced we had to give our brand new dog back to its previous owners. I resisted the urge to giggle even as I felt mildly appalled: Dad flopping about on the floor in an epileptic fit seemed less cruel than the specter of losing Pace, our beloved new dog. We just got him in November and he’s really acclimated to our family. I love him, but the kids adore him. Aaron looked at his feet, his face grimly set. Kennedy had her wounded look on and was ready to burst into tears.

“April Fools,” Holly chirped.

I started to laugh.

Aaron and Kennedy both kept their faces neutral, letting the news sink in. The Great April Fools Challenge 2007 had begun.

“I got you so bad,” Holly said to Aaron. “You too,” she said to Kennedy.

They both denied it, but now there was a new look in their eye: revenge.

Later that afternoon, Holly and I were walking Pace and Aaron phoned. Holly answered and listened for a few seconds before sighing deeply with much disgust. I could only hear her side of the conversation, but it was enough.

“The juice spilled?”

In the fridge.

“Did it go all over?”

Pace and I started to silently creep to the other side of the sidewalk. Holly looked about ready to explode. But then she laughed.

“Oh, Aaron. You totally got me,” she said.

They laughed for a bit. The great thing about Aaron is that he is old enough to pull off a awesome April Fools joke like that, but not sophisticated enough to understand that it won’t work again. He immediately asked Holly to pass the phone to me.

“Are you gonna get him?” Holly asked. She looked at me and chuckled. “Maybe you should give it a few more minutes, buddy,” she advised.

When we got home, Aaron pulled the exact same prank on me. I probably should have fell to the floor, stuck out my tongue, and then thrashed around a bit, but instead I just tried my best to look suitably shocked.

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Tim Elhajj Knows What Time It Is

Daylight Savings Time is here and I have one clock radio that I can’t figure out how to update. It’s one of those self-setting clocks that uses some sort of heuristics to keep itself up to date. I bought it years ago at Costco, thinking it was the kind that updates itself using radio waves. When I discovered my mistake, I was disappointed but not enough to take it back. I set it so infrequently I have never been able to memorize how to do it. There is a PDF manual on my computer somewhere, but I haven’t gotten around to finding it yet.

If I can hold out three more weeks, I guess it’ll update itself A LITTLE BIT LATE THIS YEAR.

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Speaking of Sex…

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I recently had a chance to discuss sex with my nine-year old son, Aaron, and it was possibly the most satisfying parenting experience I’ve had in a long time.

After being cooped up with the kids for an entire week of Winter Break, where first one, and then the other, came down with the flu, Holly and I went out Saturday evening. When we got back home, the babysitter, a twelve-year old from across the street, was out on the front porch to greet us, and he looked excited.

Never a good sign.

As I got out of the car, he started talking about having an evening that was a babysitter’s worst nightmare. “Oh, my,” I thought. My mind raced with possible worst case scenarios, but I tried to present a calm front.

“Yes?” I encouraged.

He stuttered nervously and looked at his feet. “You know the computer in Kennedy’s room?” he said. My daughter Kennedy is a budding writer. I had just set her up with an old laptop to write stories on, so she wouldn’t have to bug Holly for time on her laptop. “They were looking at something they probably shouldn’t be looking at.” He said this last part with so much  gravity it was hard not to laugh.

“Really?” I said.

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Hard Candy and The Queen

I watched these two seemingly vastly different movies last week. One features a child molester and a psycopathic teenager, the other offers an uptight octogenarian and a young politician. They don’t seem to have anything in common, but really they do: unlikeable characters.

As far as unlikeable characters go the teenage psychopath (Ellen Page) isn’t so bad. I’ve dated girls who were arguably sicker and possibly more vindictive. But the child molester (Patrick Wilson) was too much for me. At one point, he makes a tearful confession to attempt to explain why he molests children. The idea here is to make his character more human, so that we viewers will switch allegiance from the teenage girl, and instead begin rooting for the pedophile. But it just completely backfires for me: I find myself wondering why I am watching a movie about such reprehensible characters.

Does anyone like being toyed with like this at the movies?

The quick answer is, “Yes!”

At least, I enjoyed watching the redemption of the distasteful royal characters in the Queen. Queen Elizabeth II (Helen Mirren) is delightfully imperious, even when she behaves so coldly toward poor Diana, Princess of Wales, who in some ways steals the show even with no character playing her part. Although Tony Blair (Michael Sheen) is never really an unlikeable character, he gets the most ham handed scene in the movie: halfway through, as we’re all but on the side of the Queen, he upbraids one of his colleagues for not realizing how strong, resiliant, and noble the Queen truly is. You can’t help but feel director Stephen Frears lost faith in his audience’s ability to grasp what was going on, and decided to have Tony Blair explian it all, as if it were a cheap detective story. Despite this scene, Sheen does a fabulous job, too.

Craig Ferguson Takes the High Road

Craig Ferguson makes me laugh, even when he is publicly admitting to being a recovering alcoholic and refusing to take pot shots at Brittney Spears.

I was not familiar with Craig until I ran across this YouTube clip. I rarely stay up to watch TV anymore, but this is late night TV I can get behind.

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The Pursuit of Happyness

 

This is the story of Chris Gardner (Will Smith), who makes very poor business decisions until finally, triumphantly, he becomes a millionaire stock broker. If it weren’t a true story, you would laugh at its Hollywood ending. But it is a true story. And if the movie’s ending seems like a fairy tale, its perspective seems also somewhat jarring. Typically Hollywood portrays stock brokers as shallow and self absorbed, but this movie holds them out as heroes. And Chris is going to break into their ranks no matter what it takes: We watch as he loses his marriage, his home, and ultimately his pride.

I love Chris’s penchant for remaining unflappable, despite being thrust into humiliating circumstances. At one point he is interviewing for a position in an upscale brokerage firm in a T-shirt and soiled pants. When the boss rhetorically asks what people would say if the firm were to hire a person who interviewed with no shirt, Chris unhesitatingly chirps, “He must have had on some really nice pants.”

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Pan’s Labyrinth

This is a dark fairytale about a little girl’s coming-of-age during the Spanish revolution. Ofelia, a young girl who loves fairy tales, is being brought to the country to live with her mother’s new husband, a dark Captain serving with the fascist forces. No sooner is Ofelia in the country, she begins fantasizing she has met a vaguely terrifying faun who sends her on quests.
 
All of the father’s in this movie are evil or weak: the Captain, the faun (I know this is sort of a metaphoric fatherhood role, but I gasped at one point when an imperiled Ofelia nuzzles with the faun, as any child might with a parent), even early on there is a peasant farmer who watches helplessly as the Captain slaughters his son. I found it creepy how Ofelia’s relationship to the faun sort of mirrored her mother’s relationship to the Captain. On one level it seems perfectly normal for Ofelia to imagine a character as dark as the faun, considering how the Captain eagerly risks Carmen’s life.

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RIP: George Kolarac (1935 – 2007)

George Kolarac, my mother’s brother, died earlier this week. This is on the heels of the death of his brother, Sam, and his sister, Carol, which all happened in the last 6 months. Poor Mom! Her family is collapsing all around her.

I called her up this morning and she was typical Mom, tough as nails. I know I ran into George at the last wedding or picnic, but I remember him best from when I was a kid. Huge, barrel-chested man, with a massive head, like an upturned bucket resting on his shoulders. Mom told me he played high school football for Bishop McDevitt. My first thought was how could they afford McDevitt? Turns out he won a scholarship. His obit says he played in the 1953 Orange Bowl for Maryland. I suppose his athletic ability is his legacy, but I remember him best for his big laugh and gentle spirit.

So long Uncle George!

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