Lager and memory

I did get out for a ride this morning on the Lager, my fixed gear bike. It was a lovely morning, bright and sunshiny, a little windy, but the sky was clear blue and everything was bright. It wasn’t very early. I was avoiding the colder early morning temperatures and figured I could enjoy some morning coffee and a little internet before hopping on the bike. So I headed out at about ten-thirty.

About the first thing I discovered when I began the ride is that I had neglected to charge my cycling computer. That is one of the big drawbacks of using the Garmin GPS computer. It does need to be charged between rides, unlike some of the other computers that just have to have the battery replaced every year or so. But since I didn’t have a computer I don’t have any stats today. I know I did about 16 miles because it’s a familiar route, and I left the house sometime around ten-thirty, as already mentioned, and I returned around eleven-forty-five. Which would mean I wasn’t maintaining an especially high pace, but then again I usually have a little slower overall average on the Lager. It’s a good workout though.

I did bring my camera along for the ride. The trick with taking photographs while on a bike ride is that you really have to will yourself to stop along the side of the road. Even when you do see a scenic view that you think would make a good picture and would convey part of the reason you enjoy being out in the world on your bike, you think to yourself, “but I have such a good pace going. I’ll have to start over again. Oh, there’s a hill up ahead and I don’t want to lose my momentum.” There are any number of reasons to not stop pedaling and take a photograph.

Further, on a slightly chilly day like today I ride with long fingered gloves, which means handling and operating the camera becomes problematic. And then there’s is the simple factor of where to stow the camera while riding. I don’t usually have a whole lot of extra pocket space on the bike.

All that being said, I did bring the camera along. I did stop. I did get the camera out and turned on. And I did discover that I had failed to put the memory card back into the camera when I took yesterday’s pictures off of it last night. So…no pictures from this bike ride. It simply goes to show that I am very much amateur hour with this photography stuff. Lesson learned.

To summarize, one bike ride, no stats and no photographs due to my forgetfulness. Is this what should be expected when I ride a bike called “Lager?”

Fantastic Mr. Fox

Fantastic Mr. Fox is the latest film from Wes Anderson. It’s an animated film in the stop motion style that fans of Wallace and Gromit will find familiar, although Mr. Anderson brings his own tone and feel to the style that make this film unique.

I’ll summarize the plot by simply saying that Mr. Fox has a conflict with some local farmers. But what makes this film so enjoyable, and it is enjoyable, are the characters. Like all of Wes Anderson’s characters these are flawed, eccentric, and wonderful. They come to life through their eccentricities and you can’t help but be fascinated by their variety. Their happiness and sadness and anger and confusion are all palpable elements of their existence and they recognize all of these things as part of themselves. They aren’t one dimensional in the least.

The look of the film is, as I’ve described, a style of stop motion animation. It’s a little clunky in places, although that brings with it its own pleasures in a world where computer graphics are so hyper sophisticated that they often hide inferior storytelling. But, clunkiness aside, there are places in the film that are quite beautiful and others that are really energetic and compelling.

George Clooney is the perfect voice for Mr. Fox and Meryl Streep fits right in as Mrs. Fox. I believe my favorite character was Ash, the Foxes son, as voiced by Jason Schwartzman, one of Mr. Anderson’s go to actors. I found myself laughing and smiling nearly every moment he was onscreen.

I think this movie is an example of a movie that adults will love, and kids will enjoy as well, certainly more than Where the Wild Things Are, which seemed more approachable for adults with fond memories of childhood than for kids themselves.

I don’t expect this to become a huge blockbuster, but I think it deserves some attention, and I hope it does well at the box office. I think those who go to see it will enjoy themselves and I’d like to see more movies like this made; where as much time is spent on character and story as is on flash and special effects.