Well, now I supposed I have to.

The 40 Year Old Virgin is a very funny movie. There are lots of movies out there that have a few funny gags, and you sit through the rest of the film waiting for the next good joke. This is not one of those movies; this film is hilarious for all 133 minutes. Even the deleted scenes are funny. When it was over, I immediately wanted to watch it again to catch the jokes that I didn’t hear the first time because I was laughing so hard.

This movie is also incredibly crude. The plot is about sex, obviously, so that’s what most of the dialogue is about, and most of that is spoken by the 40 Year Old Virgin’s coworkers who are trying to help him out, usually in misguided terms that he’s not really comfortable discussing. We borrowed the unrated version, which apparently has 18 minutes extra minutes that had to be edited out of the theater version to duck below a NC-17 rating. As far as I can tell, it’s all the scenes that show boobs. So if you want boobs, get the long version; don’t want boobs, get the short one.

Steve Carell is of The Daily Show fame, though he had moved on to bigger and better things by the time I started watching it. Most recently he won a Golden Globe for best male actor in a TV comedy for The Office. Carell wrote, starred in, and executive produced The 40 Year Old Virgin, but most of the time he played straight man to the rest of the cast (which was superb, especially Paul Rudd, but that’s just because he’s so incredibly fine).

The movie is so vulgar that I can’t recommend it to most of the people I know. But it actually has a good message: it’s okay not to have sex until you fall in love and marry someone.

Actual Fact: In 1976 eight equatorial countires laid claim to the geostationary orbit above their countires as an integral part of their territory in a document called The Bogota Declaration. The US and other Space Age countries have ignored it.

Home, Home on the Range

I don’t know if I’ve talked about our apartment much.

It’s huge compared to the closet in Norman we lived in. It twice as many bedrooms. One of them houses the bed; we can walk around both sides of it. The other is the “study” where the computers and a couch live. The study is actually the master bedroom. I thought we were going to sleep in this room, so I chose the closet in the half-bath that spills into the master bedroom. Berck took the closet in the other room, the one in which we actually sleep. It would make more sense to switch. Berck gets up first each morning and gets dressed in the dark. All of my clothes are in the closet in Berck’s bathroom.

I have a bathroom too. It has the bath in it. Both bathrooms are connected by a door. Berck has his own sink, which he can leave as many whiskers in as he wants, and I have my own sink, around which I can keep as many bottles and toothbrushes as I want. Berck has his toilet, whose seat he leaves up, and I have my own toilet, whose seat remains down. Berck can clean his sink and toilet as often as he likes. I still have to deal with whatever is on the floor when I get dressed, however.

We sleep in the front bedroom, which has the disadvantage of having a window right by the balcony (we live on the second floor) and the front door and the stairs, which our neighbor has to use. This means the blinds always have to be shut if we want any privacy, even if it’s a hot summer day. On the other hand, if we’re in bed, we can always hear if someone has come up the stairs. Our next door neighbor has a little dog named Shorty, whose nails click on the wood deck when she takes him downstairs in the morning and evening to do his business. Our neighbor is a very sweet lady named Simone.

We have a nice sized kitchen, big enough for both of us to work in at the same time, unlike our old kitchen, in which there wasn’t enough room for one person to turn around. There is a dishwasher that actually cleans dishes, unlike our old one. And there is enough cabinet space for all our glasses and dishes and such. There is also a huge amount of counter space, since a nice wide bar separates the kitchen from the living room.

The living room is gigantic for an apartment. Our building seems to be rather old, built back in the days before apartments had to be as compact as possible. We have no furniture to put in the living room, which makes it seem even larger. In the middle of it is the mahogany table and four office chairs. The “kitchen” table is over to the side, acting as a sidebar. There is also a fireplace on that side. On the other side of the room are all our books, shelved in order of Library of Congress. It’s fun to actually have room to entertain guests, although they can only sit in the chairs around the table or on the floor.

Beyond the table is the glass door out to the back balcony. It has a nice view of Mt. Herman and the other mountains to the north west. I realized just this week that we have a view of the very tippy top of Pikes Peak between two rooftops across the street, but only in the winter when the trees that block the view have lost their leaves. I like having a balcony to sit out on. Our porch in Norman had no view and wasn’t very private. Being upstairs is worth the extra effort of having to carry everything upstairs when we moved (though I’m not sure how we’d get a piano up if we had the chance).

Our carpet is much better than the stuff in our old apartment as well, though it has many bleach stains on it that look like someone tried to clean up after a sick cat. The walls are nicely painted, though. The outside stairs look like they’re falling apart. But they haven’t yet.

A rabbit lives downstairs near the foot of the stairs. He stood at the foot of the stairs when we arrived and watched us carry everything up. He often hangs out over where we park the Miata. We have covered parking, which is really nice when it snows. Then you can see the series of three holes in the white wherever the rabbit has hopped.

Out the front door, the next building down the street is a daycare. The kids get pretty noisy on warm afternoons when they’re outside playing. You can’t really hear them from the study, though. Looking out the window from the study on the opposite side are some tennis courts. There aren’t many people playing tennis this time of year.

There are four units in our building, and there is another building of four units next to ours, on the far side from the street. Our apartment is very quiet, except occasionally when our downstairs neighbor’s cocker spaniel gets scared and starts barking; even then it’s not very loud. Unfortunately, our downstairs neighbor apparently smokes like a chimney, and the smoke seeps into our apartment through the pipes or something, because it smells like smoke in the bathroom in the morning. When it’s hot and we have the windows open, her smoke rises up and blows straight into our room. I’ve thought about leaving brochures about quitting on her door. I keep hoping she’ll died of lung cancer or emphysema soon, but she appears to be in her 20’s.

Actual Fact: “A statistically significant inverse association between smoking and Alzheimer’s disease was observed at all levels of analysis, with a trend towards decreasing risk with increasing consumption” (International Journal of Epidemiology, 1991). Probably because they all die first.

Lower Education

The average amount spent on each public school student differs by state, from the District of Columbia at $12,046 to Utah at $4,674 per student. (Utah comes in 33rd as ranked by success.)

The average yearly private school tuition in this country is $4,689. Yet scholars from private schools consistently outperform those who attend public schools.

Quote from an interesting article about education in America:

While many people say, “We need to spend more money on our schools,” there actually isn’t a link between spending and student achievement…National graduation rates and achievement scores are flat, while spending on education has increased more than 100 percent since 1971. More money hasn’t helped American kids.

Bibliography:

“Frequently Asked Questions about Education in America,” http://www.heritage.org/Research/Education/wm478.cfm
“Results of the 2005 Smartest State Award,” http://www.morganquitno.com/edrank.htm
“Public vs. Private Education,” http://www.mathguide.com/issues/edpubvpri.html

Actual Fact: 95% of today’s 500,000 racehorses descend from a single stallion — the Darley Arabian, born in 1700.

Pollack Joke

An interesting aspect of my job is that my boss is brother to someone very famous. He may still have a price on his head of 1 kilogram of gold (though, I’m not sure how one would collect that from Al Qaeda). And he just came out with a new book last week.

I’m talking about L. Paul Bremer. We call him “Jerry.”

Mostly, this past week this triva has meant taking a break from entering 2005 receipts and statements into a tax database and watching Jerry on the Today show or listening to him on Fresh Air. Jerry is going to be on the Daily Show, which Berck and I try to watch every day (actually, the day after, since we don’t have a TV). So I wrote him an e-mail telling him what to expect from an interview with Jon Stewart. There are enough people on there who don’t seem to know what they’re getting into.

I know what Jerry’s e-mail address is because Duncan called me from a meeting on Friday asking me to look it up Jerry’s number. He’d gotten a call from a Polish journalist seeing if they could get an interview with Jerry that day. Duncan told me to call Jerry’s assistant and see what they wanted to do. I called the number marked “Business” in Duncan’s contact folder. But Duncan is bad about putting people’s home numbers in the “Business” field, so I either reached his assistant or his wife. In either case, she told me that I should give the Polish journalist Jerry’s e-mail address because Jerry was doing interviews all day and would have his cell phone off. I jotted down the e-mail address Duncan had listed there and waited for the journalist to call back.

He did rather quickly. (Caller ID said it was a call “outside of area.”) I identified myself and read the e-mail address off to him, spelling the first part of it out.

“Okay,” he said in his fluent but unmistakable Polish accent, “I will read it to you again.
J as in ‘Joanna,’
B as in ‘brotherhood,’
R as in ‘republic,’
E as in ‘England,’
M as in ‘motherland’…”
and so on.

I almost burst out laughing, but he was being quite serious. When I told Michele about it later, she laughed and asked, “Was he being funny?”

“No,” I answered. “He was being Polish!”

Venetian blinds are slicing up the sun, and the buttons in my head have come undone.

I bought a salmon today for less than $8. Yes, a whole salmon (minus head and guts).

Was it worth going to the Super Wal-Mart? I’m not sure.

You might get robbed, you might get shot
And that’s just in the Wal-Mart parking lot

As I pawed through the freezer, trying to find the smallest salmon I could (I was afraid it wouldn’t fit in our freezer), a little boy came up and tugged at my coat. “Excuse me, excuse me…”

I turned and gave him my attention. His dark brown hair was cut in a buzz, and his front teeth were crooked. Six? I’m afraid I’m not very good at judging ages. I used to be small. I just don’t remember how small I was.

“Look at those!” he exclaimed, hanging onto the edge of my coat with one hand and swinging the other toward the tank of lobsters behind us.

“I’m sorry,” said his mother, looking exasperated and apologetic, but not stopping her excavation at the other end of the freezer.

“Those are big crabs!” he continued.

“They’re LOBSTERS!” I replied, grinning.

“Yeah! And they’ll pinch you with their pinchers! Like this!” He reached forward and pinched the shirt at my tummy. “Pinch pinch pinch!”

“That’s why they put rubber bands on their hands!” I replied.

His mother laughed and called him away from me.

I selected a fish, stuck it under my arm, and went to look at frozen pizzas.

Actual Fact: The = sign was invented by the 16th Century Welsh mathematician Robert Recorde, who got tired of writing “is equal to” in his equations. He chose the two lines because “noe 2 thynges can be moare equalle.”