Dolling it Up

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Cinematographer Rod Santiano has completely overhauled his website and blog, which brought to the surface a bunch of clips worth taking another look at.

One that brought back some fond memories for me was a clip from New York Doll, a documentary Rod largely shot about Arthur “Killer” Kane. I had first seen it in 2005. A bunch of us had just moved to Utah from Southern California to work on a series of children’s movies. In the middle of our first winter here, we piled in a couple of cars and headed up to the Sundance Film Festival, where it was screening.

It was my first trip to the film festival at Sundance. The place was suitably crowded and chaotic, but that helped contribute to the good vibe. I kept my eyes peeled for celebrities, but no luck. Other than Rod, that is.

We crammed inside the makeshift auditorium and watched the movie. I’m not just saying it when I tell you that it blew me away, it was so good. I confess my expectations are a little modest when it comes to being entertained by a documentary. I fully expect to be informed, of course. But thoroughly entertained along the way? Too much to hope for, right?

Wrong. New York Doll delivered on all fronts. I knew next to nothing about the band going in. It’s not exactly my style of music. But the story, centering on Arthur’s journey from glam/rock/punk icon to fallen and long-forgotten down and outer, clearly ravaged by his years of excess, to his conversion to the Church years later, and his eventual reunion with his band, with whom there had been some bad blood, left me speechless. Along the way, for bonus points, it taught me the complete history of rock and roll, as well as a heightened appreciation for the Word of Wisdom.

A sublime story of redemption. Check out this clip, New York Doll, from Rod’s freshly overhauled site.

Unremarkable, Yet Meaningful Jewelry

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Considering how complicated it must be to be a software engineer, let alone a father of five, one can understand Scott Hinrichs’ appreciation for a simple band of jewelry.

Scott takes a look at the non-fancy wedding rings his parents could afford when they were married, including the changes they have undergone over the years, such as the installation of a hinge so his mother could get her ring over her arthritic fingers.

The simple bands of gold Scott exchanged with his own wife have undergone their own modest changes over the years, but, like the rings of his parents, it’s not the monetary value that makes these pieces of jewelry matter.

Welcome a newcomer to MDB, Scott Hinrichs, by visiting his post about four plain, but precious Wedding Rings.

The World’s Oldest Living Elder

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The world’s oldest living Elder, by the way, isn’t the guy in the picture (that’s Walter Breuning, the oldest living man on the planet at 114). Turns out that Jeff Westover suspects that, at 47, the distinction of being the world’s oldest Elder might be his.

In a Church where the lines for when you advance from one priesthood office to another are pretty well defined until we get to the grayish Elder-High Priest line, there are bound to be some outliers either direction. You’ve got your “High Priest Boys,” those late-20-somethings that get called into the bishopric, and you’ve got your elder Elders, silver-haired purveyors of wisdom with children older than most of the Elders that surround them.

Jeff shares some of the awkward moments associated with being on the grayer side of that gray line in World’s Oldest Elder.

Devastating News (But Only For Now) (Maybe)

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At first, the news was devastating. Mormon Daddy Blogs has just learned that best daddy ever honors go to Kirby Heyborne, making the rest of us, it would seem, second-best dads ever at best.

However, I looked it up, and “ever” is not the same as “forever.” “Ever” only appears to pertain to everything up to this point (“Have you ever been to France?” doesn’t necessarily mean that you couldn’t still go to France next year, for example).

So, yes, Kirby Heyborne may be the best dad ever, but who’s to say that one of the rest of us won’t win the prize next year? Who besides Kirby, that is?

From Fast Food Worker to Writer in 13 Easy Steps

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brettI first saw Brett Merritt on stage as a member of the improv comedy group, The Thrillionaires. He was the glue the held all the zany parts together, kept the show moving, managed to cleverly rein in the story whenever it started drifting off course or in a less-than-PG direction, and he did it all so skillfully, you couldn’t even see the wires.

By day, Brett is a writer. I didn’t know that. But for a long time, neither did Brett.

Turns out Brett is a late bloomer. He admits it took him 32 years to figure out that writing and acting were what he was meant to do. Rather than bemoan the years (and various jobs) it took him to come to that realization, Brett decided to find the positive in his delayed realization. The jobs he had along the way weren’t wasted time; they were the building blocks toward becoming what he was meant to be.

Learn how such diverse work as grocery bagger and fast food worker helped make Brett a writer in Why Do I Write?

P.S. The picture above isn’t really from Brett’s fast food days. It’s from his acting demo reel. But I’m sure those days at Dairy Queen provided at least some inspiration for this role.

Flying House Sleepovers and Other Birthday Expectations of a 6-year-old

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Remember that post (Outrageous Kid Parties and Potato Chips) a couple of weeks back about the extraordinary lengths some parents will go to for their kids birthdays, including the Utah mom who allegedly spent $32K on her 6-year-old’s birthday party? Mere child’s play, in comparison to the expectations of Christopher Clark’s 6-year-old, Hugh, who celebrated his birthday a few days ago.

Christopher posted a few birthday celebration scenarios that he and his wife brainstormed that might possibly have a prayer of meeting the expectations that had been building for the 364 days leading up to their son’s birthday. Nothing that a roof-top pony ride, a community of elves, or a sleepover at a flying house powered by helium balloons can’t take care of.

Don’t miss Christopher’s post, “Our Special Boy!

A Non-linear Pilgrimage Across Spain

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You may wonder why Roger Hansen, the planning group chief for a Federal water resource agency in Provo, is crossing Spain on foot over the course of several years. Roger’s the first to admit he’s not totally sure. But one thing is sure: Roger’s earned his blog’s title, Tired Road Warrior.

You might say Roger is a man of diverse interests. He not only has an undergraduate degree in history from BYU and graduate degrees in civil and environmental engineering from Utah State University, he also has minors in a variety of other subjects, including chemistry, economics, and french.

Those interests have combined to express themselves in a number of interesting ways, not the least of which is his pilgrimage of St. Jacques de Compostella, which he is tackling in stages. He began one year by walking the last 70 miles. The next year he walked the first 100 miles. Next up are the middle miles.

“For my personality, not doing the walk linearly seems appropriate. I’m not very good at orderly sequences,” Roger admits.

Roger points out in his blog that pilgrimages don’t just have a place in the Middle Ages; they have a place in Mormonism (although the jury is still out on whether a pilgrimage to see the Osmonds in Branson would count) as well.

Welcome Roger to Mormon Daddy Blogs by reading his latest post, Pilgrimages: Why?

Not Just a Pretty Face

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zuckerbergWe hear in church about the perils of the internet. Indeed, some church members equate the internet with all that is evil and want nothing to do with it.

Institutionally, however, it is a different story. While exercising and espousing caution, the Church is noted for embracing social media and all the good that the internet has to offer, from its various YouTube channels to its harnessing of thousands and thousands of volunteers and their home PCs worldwide in the massive genealogical indexing effort.

This embrace was especially evidenced this week, when Facebook’s Mark Zuckerberg came to speak at BYU. There have been many reports about Zuckerberg’s visit in the media, but I was most interested to read about Zuckerberg’s remarks in Larry Richman’s blog.

Officially, Larry is the Director of Product Awareness for curriculum materials for the Church. But unofficially, he is what may be the Church’s top social media evangelist. His blog was originally called ldsWebguy, but has since been renamed LDS Media Talk.

Welcome Larry to MormonDaddyBlogs. Don’t miss his take on the Zuckerberg’s remarks, Facebook is Not Just a Face Book.

Why Baseball Matters

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baseballIt’s spring. A time when a young man’s fancy turns to baseball, a passion that bewilders many. And in times as troubling as these, it seems baseball’s lure grows stronger.

For those who may not fully appreciate the attraction this game holds, but are willing to at least seek first to understand, I offer the following three items:

1. The James Earl Jones Speech. It occurs in the pivotal moments of the best movie of all time, “Field of Dreams.” It’s two minutes, and it’s available here.

2. Randy Newman’s “The Natural” Soundtrack. Just listening to this gives you magical powers to hit a tiny orb out of the park.

3. Jeff Westover’s Two Recent Baseball Posts. Baseball has a way of dissolving the years between the generations, a dissolve that was sorely tested by the Barry Bonds/Mark McGwire steroid scandal years. In Rethinking Roger Maris, Jeffrey takes us back to the original home run leader. And in Head Games, Jeff reminds us of that pitcher-hitter duel that takes place at least six times each inning.

Jeff writes from time to time on baseball, and I confess I’m always a sucker for a good baseball post. The only flaw in his analysis, as far as I can see, is an inexplicable fondness for the Giants. But for the sake of baseball, let’s set aside those differences and just enjoy.

Comment Karma

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commentsFor the writer blogging into what can feel like a vast void, even the simplest comment can offer some much appreciated validation.

One way to enhance the likelihood of getting comments is to give comments. Comments beget comments, as blogger/writer Keith Fisher reminds us.

But, as Keith goes on to point out, time spent working on posts and novels and the like, combined with a growing number of blogs, can leave little time for keeping up even with our favorite blogs (except MormonDaddyBlogs, of course), let alone posting comments.

Yet Keith’s reminder was a good one. I’m going to try to do better. A comment here and a comment there. Maybe not the deepest thoughts, but just a little something. And I’m going to start with posting a comment Keith’s post. If you have a moment, perhaps drop by Keith’s post and, if so moved, join me? Let’s consider it good posting karma. Maybe, just maybe, it’ll come back our way.

Here’s the link: Comments Beget Comments.