Post-modern Post-Its

Amazon recently sent me a supply of a new Post-It Notes product for my thoughts. I filed my observations with Amazon and, what the heck, I might as well share them with you, too.

This is a cool product. You get the reliability of regular Post-It Notes (quality paper, good stickiness, no problems removing the notes from whatever you had attached them to when their job is done), combined with bright, offbeat paper colors, a quirkily fun miniature cube shape, and cute fruit imagery on the sides of the cubes.

Admittedly, the three-inch by three-inch size doesn't allow for long notes, and writing on the top of a fresh cube can be a little dicey because there's no place to rest your hand on the limited writing surface, but those aren't real problems. Just keep your notes short, and peel and place your notes before writing your messages.

There's really not much else to say. Post-It Notes have always been a great little item, and it's nice to have a new version of them that adds some fun and flair to their useability and convenience.

These colorful fruit-themed Post-It Notes are available on Amazon and wherever Post-It Notes products are usually sold.

Kids, a clown, and carnage

I recently got around to Stephen King's mammoth 1987 horror thriller, It, which inexplicably this longtime King fan had never cracked open until now. Well, I shouldn't say inexplicably, because I'm sure it had something to do with that adjective mammoth combined with an adjective I often use to describe myself: lazy. Anyway, I finally got to the book and I liked it, often quite a bit.

I didn't love it, however, finding it to be the first King story I've read that didn't fully justify its generous length. It was also peppered with a few elements that sort of annoyed and/or frustrated me, again a new thing for me with King.

But first let me be a gentleman and list a few of the many things I liked about this tale of seven kids who take on an elemental evil hiding out in the sewers of a Maine town in 1958 and then come together as adults in the 1980's to take it on again. I liked the characterizations of the kids, who were sympathetic and interestingly complex, and the way King makes it clear that the ways children are raised inarguably have impacts on their personalities that will follow them for the rest of their lives. I liked the individual scenes of horror, which are effective, scary, and imaginative. I enjoyed comparing the personalities of the kids with the personalities of their grown-up counterparts.

I also cheered during the many scenes depicting heartless, cruel people in power finally getting their due from the people they regularly victimized and abused. Scenes involving an abusive husband in the modern-day scenes and a horrible bully in the 1950's part of the story immediately come to mind, and there are a couple of other satisying confrontations along those lines, too. And these have little or nothing to do with the horror story at hand; they're just an added bonus.

Now, what aspects of the book didn't wow me as much? The story is constructed so that we continually jump back and forth between the kids battling the creature known as "It" in the 1950's and their re-match with "It" in the 1980's. Because both stories happen simultaneously throughout the entire book and we cut back and forth between them, momentum and drama never really build up in each individual timeline, at least as much as they otherwise could. Also, King comes up with (I thought) contrived reasons for the 1980's versions of the characters to not talk to one another about, or even think about, their original 1950's battle, so as not to spoil things for the reader (for one thing, think "mysterious memory loss").

I also thought the exact nature of what was going on in both battles was ultimately murky, having something to do with a battle of wills on a higher plane of existence, but nothing I could better get my hands around. The weird, godlike turtle creature sitting on the sidelines didn't exactly help matters in that regard.

Finally, all of this- the first battle, the second battle, the individual lives of the characters as kids and as adults- was frequently interrupted by long history lessons about the town of Derry, Maine, the setting of both epic battles (the earthbound parts of them, anyway). The Derry history sections are actually kind of interesting, often detailing horrendous occurrences that the "It" entity instigated, emotionally fed on, or both. But in a story that was already of epic length, I wonder if the information in those sections couldn't have been communicated via briefer mechanisms.

In the end, Stephen King is too talented a writer to not realize exactly what he was doing when he delivered an 1,100-plus page book about a bunch of kids taking on a creepy clown (the monster's preferred form of corporeal existence). Perhaps after being burned by his publishers years before, who made him cut tens of thousands of words from his original draft of The Stand, Mr. King decided to use the clout he eventually earned to write another epic story and make it as long as he saw fit, emphasizing- without interference this time- the immersive experience over pacing and conciseness.

If the results are a little self-indulgent and well... long, so what? It's not like the author writes this way all the time. In my view, 95% of the time Stephen King's books are exactly as long as they need to be, so what's the harm if an otherwise fairly solid King novel, just this once, gives us a couple of hundred pages more carnage, characterization, and details than we actually need? Or, in his zeal to be truly "out there" in some of the cosmic confrontations, we mutter a "huh?" from time to time? Small sins, gentle reader, small sins.

In the end, for me at least, I guess that creepy clown with the sharp teeth pulled this sometimes flawed, sometimes lumbering epic over the finish line.

"It" is available on Kindle for $8.99.

Street smarts

On this fine Tuesday, it's time for a fresh installment of "Wisdom From Around the Web" (spelling and grammar fixes courtesy of your editors here at "Kindle Taproom"). Let's get underway...

Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.

A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station.

A clear conscience is a sign of a fuzzy memory.

Money can't buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to live with.

Going to church doesn't make you a Christian anymore than standing in a garage makes you a car.

A diplomat is someone who tells you to go to Hell in such a way that you look forward to the trip.

When tempted to fight fire with fire, remember that the fire department usually uses water.

A bus is a vehicle that moves twice as fast when you are chasing it than it does when you're in it.

If you're supposed to learn from your mistakes, why do so many people have more than one child?

To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.

Quite a tree

The Tree of Life, which I recently caught on DVD, drops an epic sequence depicting no less than the creation of the universe and the rise and fall of the dinosaurs, smack dab into the middle of a serious drama covering the joys and tragedies of an American family from the 1950's to the present. I just wanted to warn you: yes, you're getting an Art film here, with a capital A.

Many of the individual sequences of the film are involving, well acted, and- in the case of the "creation of the universe and all life on earth" sequence- quite spectacular. But some may find the lack of a traditional story, and the way the disparate parts of the movie don't demonstrate obvious connections with one another, a little frustrating.

Myself, I admired more than enjoyed The Tree of Life, and have no real desire to watch it again anytime soon. But I'm glad that movies like this can still get made, even if I found this particular movie to be a little dull at times. Anyway, maybe next year I'll check out the film again, after its images and juxtapositions have been percolating in my brain for a while, and see if I have any new impressions.

And, yeah, I already have some ideas about how the creation of the universe stuff ties into the scenes of Brad Pitt yelling at his kids in his backyard, but in the end they're just my ideas. You'll probably have your own. And if that's okay with you, you'll probably like the movie at least as much as I did. But if you prefer all your movies to clearly communicate what they're about, do yourself a favor and steer clear of this one.

The Tree of Life is available in all manner of formats for your home viewing pleasure. I have to say that the standard DVD I watched looked and sounded terrific.

Author's note: Yeah, yeah, I know I said in the previous post that I was going to sum up "The Tree of Life" in a small, capsule review. But I quickly abandoned that idea. A movie like this demands at least a little elaboration, right?