Christinglish

I knew Kate Hudson BEFORE she was a Twitter trending topic

Well, OK, so "knew" is a bit strong. I should say I "met" Kate Hudson before she was a Twitter trending topic a few weeks back, when news of her pregnancy first broke. A few months back, I had a chance encounter with not only Kate but also fellow actor James Marsden.

In Austin for our daughter's birthday, which coincided with the Austin City Limits (ACL) music festival, we celebrated with brunch at the picturesque Four Seasons Hotel. Not ones to dine and dash, we lolled about for a bit in post-prandial contentment: Veronica's posse took to a lakeside hammock, then to a poolside cabana. I hovered on the fringes, snapping pictures and shooting a few videos of the lovely, languid bunch.

What happened next was totally unexpected and thoroughly charming. As I captured the moment, one of the girls realized that the fellow who'd just sauntered by was James Marsden. The girls--all of them fans--twittered excitedly as he settled into the next cabana over. Now, I'm not the fawning fan type; and I'm a budding shutterbug, at best. Nonetheless, I screwed up my courage and strode from our cabana to his, not allowing myself to let this photo op pass!

 "Excuse me: You're James Marsden, aren't you?" (Wince: inelegant, uncreative. But how ELSE to break the ice?!) "I hate to intrude. But we're celebrating my daughter's birthday, and I wonder if you'd take a picture with her?" With an easy smile and an affable "Sure!," he jumped to his feet, followed me to our cabana, asked "Who's the birthday girl?" and bent to give her a hug. Bonus! All I'd asked for was a photo.

Just then my husband reappeared on the scene, having missed the initial excitement. I suggested, "Veronica, why don't you introduce James to your dad?" After they shook hands, my husband--NOT a big movie goer nor a celebrity watcher--asked, "So James, what do you do?" "I'm an actor," replied he. "Oh! What kind of things do you act in?" (thinking James was a UT drama student and friend of my daughter's). Charmingly self deprecating: "Well, movies." At this point, some of the gals chimed in: "27 Dresses ... Enchanted ..." I think it was James himself who said "X-Men," at which point my husband saw the light, thinking: "This isn't just a handsome frat boy. This is a bona fide movie star!"

After a pleasant chat about ACL, James left. The girls put their heads together while whipping out their cellphones to text absent friends, fairly abuzz with excitement. And then, lightning struck twice. One of the girls said in a rush, "Omigod, omigod, OMIGOD: It's Kate Hudson!" It was indeed, settling in to visit with James and a friend, next door. The girls looked at me eagerly, expectantly. I shook my head saying, "I can't bug them TWICE, guys!"

Now it was chum Ellie's turn to be bold. She earnestly but respectfully approached Kate with the same request, to which Kate replied enthusiastically, "Let's DO this!" A hug for the birthday girl and a few group photos later, we had two celebrity encounters to write home about. Funny: My husband had seen Ms. Hudson in the lobby while we ladies were busy meeting Mr. Marsden. Husband didn't recognize her either, though he does recall thinking, "Nice legs!"

Nice, indeed: Ms. Hudson is a luminous yet earthy beauty, up close and in person. Gracious, too. While adjusting my camera and posing the group, I told her, "I'm a lifelong fan of your mom Goldie and always had a crush on her, er, your, uh..." (remembering at the last second that Kurt Russell is neither Kate's biological father nor Goldie's husband). She recovered my fumble, sweetly tossing off a light laugh and saying "Um, my dad?" Yes: that's the one!

Looking back, Veronica's birthday would've been an enchanted day sans Kate Hudson and James Marsden. But our encounter with these two stars did make it an especially memorable one. It wasn't so much that we had a brush with celebrity: It was that celebrities can be warm, giving, and real. Like one of the girls said after meeting Kate Hudson, "She's just like you and me!" Therein lies her charm.

 

Road Show Blondes take to the road for suicide prevention

Since last I wrote, I've made some headway in my personal crusade to raise awareness of retinoblastoma, a devastating early childhood cancer of the eye that claims vision and even young lives. My previous post makes clear my personal stake in the matter: daughter Elyse is a survivor of RB! She and I have had a few meetings with the dedicated doctors helming the Retinoblastoma Center Houston (www.rbhouston.org), and we pledged to do what we can to further their cause. More on that, later.

In the meantime, I've thrown my support behind another great cause focused on saving lives--this one, among the teen/young adult population. I'm proud to have positioned my employer, Safety Vision, as the main sponsor of the Road Show Blondes. This dynamic duo is hitting the road April 1 on a 10-day Houston to NYC jaunt to raise awareness of depression and suicide among the college-age population. The road trip, which promises a mix of frank dialogue and zany hijinks, will be publicized by mainstream and social media channels, en route. Move over Mr. Toad: This promises to be one wild ride!

Stay tuned to the blondes' Web site and you can ride along. Even better, you can use the site to contribute to the Jed Foundation, a leading fundraising organization devoted to preventing suicide among our youth. No donation too small; no donation too large! And no cause more important than saving lives...

Meet Elyse Portillo: doctor in training, international adventuress, retinoblastoma survivor

That's her on the left, my Thing One. Here, Elyse and new friend/fellow medico paddle the waters of Guatemala. Elyse, a second year medical student at Baylor College of Medicine in Houston, traveled to Guatemala on a kind-of "doctors without borders" mission to get some hands-on healing experience at a small medical clinic--"el hospitalito"--in an impoverished but beautiful region of Guatemala.

Her profound and life-changing experiences there could fill a book--let alone this blogpost! That's a story for another day. Tonight, I am capitalizing on Elyse's good works to perhaps do some of my own. When Elyse was a precious, precocious 2.5-year-old, our bottom fell out when she was diagnosed with retinoblastoma and lost an eye to the rare disease. That, too, is a story for another day. What I hope to do now, without another day's delay, is reach out to families who are experiencing the same thing we went through. I'd love to offer support as they absorb the initial shock and to alleviate their concerns about the future. Good things can emerge from bad! Elyse is walking testimony to that: She hasn't merely survived, she's thrived.

Elyse and I have talked recently about how blogging and other social media venues could connect us with others who might need us. Not sure exactly how, and time is an issue for us, as I work full-time and she is a medical student full-time ... plus! But ultimately, we'd like to create a blog, twitterstream, shared videos--you name it!--devoted to bringing people together to weather this particular storm. And in our experience, the storm passes: Take hope!

For now, I'll close with a blurb from the April 2009 Houston Medical JournaI: "Collaborative center aimed at treating and curing retinoblastoma: Doctors and researchers from four Texas Medical Center institutions have joined together in the fight against retinoblastoma, a childhood cancer of the eye. The result of their collaboration is the Retinoblastoma Center of Houston...." Right here in our backyard! I believe destiny will bring us together, as I think we can help other families face this challenge and offer them hope based on our own experiences.

And if you have a minute, please take a look at Elyse's pictures from her wondrous journey to Guatemala: http://www.flickr.com/photos/christinglish/ (look for the set titled "Elyse consumes Guatemala). This is just a sampling of pix that I saved quickly. We're hoping to host a fundraising dinner for the hospitalito, featuring a slideshow with many more pictures and narrated in vivifying detail by Elyse. If we can get it together, more details to follow.

"...and all the sweet serenity of books..."

"Well, you and I bolth [sic] like to read. So maybe we should have a speshul [sic] reading night, just me and you. Maybe Wednesday or Saturday." Younger daughter Veronica scribbled this note to me back when she was in primary school: Like mother, like daughter. And we celebrated our shared love of books in a trip to Barnes & Noble, last weekend. Stopping in for Master and Commander--the book and the movie--for my nautically bent patriarchal's father's day gift, we also stocked up on some poolside/couch-lounging summer reading:

• Veronica's haul: Catch 22, by Joseph Heller. I was surprised at this selection of an older title, familiar to my generation but now rather obscure. Roni just shrugged and said, "I've heard of it. It looks interesting." She also snagged three Agatha Christies that might actually be new to us "bolth"! Rather amazing, as I've been reading A.C.'s ouevre since my college days @ the University of New Mexico: If I had any loose change, it went to paperback Agathas at the Lobo Campus Pharmacy, one of my fave hangouts in Albuquerque. V-ron got hooked on A.C. from some of my old UNM-era paperbacks, too cherished to pitch! And I was pleasantly surprised at her selection of What Do Christians Believe, by Pope Benedict. Veronica is leaning toward a vocation as a human rights lawyer, so it's a delight to watch her bend her mind around thoughty, weighty issues. AND she likes Bob Dylan. Interesting cat, that V-cat!

• Christine's haul: Lark and Termite by old fave author Jayne Anne Phillips, whom I discovered while managing Page One Bookstore in Albuquerque back in the '80s. I remember reading her Shelter and an earlier title called Machine Dreams (featuring the old Phillips 66 red winged-horse logo on the cover) and thinking, "When I discover my muse and become a writer of fiction, this is the type of writing that I'd aspire to." Like L&T, I heard about Serena on a recent NPR broadcast. It hooked me with this opening line: "When Pemberton returned to the North Carolina mountains after three months in Boston settling his father's estate, among those waiting on the train platform was a young woman pregnant with Pemberton's child. She was accompanied by her father, who carried beneath his shabby frock coat a bowie knife sharpened with great attentiveness earlier that morning so it would plunge as deep as possible into Pemberton's heart." Gripping, say what?
• I also picked up a copy of A Tale of Two Cities: My girls find it astounding that as a lifelong bookworm/slash/college English major/slash/former bookstore manager and consumer of other Dickens work, I've never read one of the best tales going. Other tomes on my nightstand: Have You Seen...? (a compendium of must-see movies), and the no-doubt laugh-out-loud-riotous When You Are Engulfed in Flames, by David Sedaris. I am still laughing at his Rooster story from Me Talk Pretty One Day, lo these several years later.
• Two additional titles of interest: Petina Gappah's short stories of Zimbabwe, called Elegy for Easterly. I loved in her NPR interview today where she said "Zimbabweans are hungry for the written word"; as am I. She also said frankly and charmingly, “People always ask me how I manage to find humor in so much bleakness, but I think this is almost a necessary skill to have.” And finally: "We find ways of coping with pain by laughing at it and by laughing at ourselves." (One of my favorite lines is, "Those who can laugh at themselves will be endlessly amused.") And a copy of Beowulf tantalized. If I weren't already laden down, I would've caught that one up, too, and read it aloud 'til I felt a modern-day Isolde: Christinglish in Old English!
• And then there was the series on the noble, adventurous, and unprecedented early Athenian navy. I forget the name of the attributed admiral, but he said something along the lines of "I may not know how to catch a fish or mend a net, but I know how to make a small city great." Shopping list started for next trip to B&N....

While Veronica has "growed up" and moved on, and cuddling up with Mommy and a good book may no longer be her top pick for entertainment of a Saturday eve, I am still so pleased that she has inherited my love of the written word and a fascination with the life of the mind and spirit. I'm also pleased to report that her spelling has improved, markedly!

To close, the entire Henry Wadsworth Longfellow line runs like this: "The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, and all the sweet serenity of books." Sweet, indeed.

;Feliz cumpleanos, Lisita!

"Today is the birthday of El Guapo," ran a line in a Portillo family fave film from our CA days. Can you name that flick? More importantly: "Today is the birthday of El Yse!" Nuestro Cinco de Mayo bambina es 23, hoy! Te amo, mi hita: Mas, tardes...! (P.S. How do I love thee, Elyse? Let me count the ways. Today, to honor your birthday, I texted, phoned, twittered, blogged, and facebooked about it! Pix and flix to follow!!)

Maybe I should build her a cake or something....

Happy M'aider!

As we enter again the lusty month of May (I just love saying that: QUITE big on Camelot I was, back when I was enjoying the simple joys of maidenhood, and all those adoring daring boys!), I have a fun little nugget to share, gleaned from my hero Garrison Keillor on today's NPR broadcast of "Writer's Almanac." We've all heard the distress call of "May day, May day!" in the nautical sense of S.O.S. Garrison tells me it has nothing to do with today's date. Rather, it is from the French for "Help me!": M'aider (pronounced, as you might have guessed, "Mayday"). I'd never heard, never known; but it makes perfect, tidy sense. And how I love to learn more about la langue francaise, and to share what I've learned with tout  Le Monde. With that, I'll close with one of my phave Phrench phrases: "Tout le monde est fou, sauf moi!" (All the world is crazy, 'cept me!)

Hie thee, thither

Hail fellow, well met! Hie thee to www.talklikeshakespeare.com for a rollicking romp in celebration of the Bard's 445th birthday. Take the quiz of Shakespeare-coined words and phrases (I scored a dismal 29%, though would've done better if I'd gone with my gut) and watch a young, fresh-faced Fab Four run through a comedic poke at A Midsummer Night's Dream. I always crushed on the other three, especially George and Ringo, but watching this clip I'd have to agree: Paul really was the cute Beatle! Another gem on aforementioned site: the cast of Gilligan's Island doing Hamlet. Alas, poor Mary Ann! (You were expecting Yorick?) Ginger of course got to play the beauteous-but-soon-to-be-bedraggled Ophelia, whereas Mary Ann got stuck with a man-wig and had to play Hamlet's brother alongside the Skipper as Hamlet's father. (Me being a not-so-willowy but-at-least-I-was-brainy brunette, I always sympathized with/related to Mary Ann.) Gilligan as Hamlet was weirdly wonderful, of course.

And in other Bard News: I twittered about "Talk Like Shakespeare" day today, and collected a follower named "William Shakespeare, theBardofAvon." We'll see where that goes. Meanwhile, prompted by TLSD's Web site, I've been ruminating on my earliest "Shakespearience." How's this: My sibs and cousins had a neighborhood bicycle club when I was growing up in idyllic SW Portland in the 70s, called "The Boneshakers" after the big-wheeled bicycles of the 19th century (my sister Rose was studying them in school, at the time). Each of us had a club name that had to link to either "bone" or "shake." My name, of course, was "Shakespeare." And with that, adieu: I bid you good morrow..!

Zivio! Or: Getting in touch with my inner Slav...

Attended the Sts. Cyril & Methodius 45th Annual Slavic Heritage Festival in the Houston Heights, today. Kick-off mass was played by my mother Catherine, and the mass was said in many tongues. Festival sponsor was the Slavic Heritage Alliance of Greater Houston, composed of factions four: Croatian, Czech, Polish, and Ukrainian. Elyse and Raoul got their first taste of a "Czech fest," which I used to catch when I could, back in the day. Sister Rose and Dad Win attended, as well.

Festival highlights included aromatic, mouthwatering ethnic fare; traditional costumes and music; folk dancing by young and old alike (including a scarf dance led by Fr. Paul Chovanec, who married Raoul and me 24 years ago come December); and an appearance by the lovely and talented reigning Miss Harris County Czech-Slovak Queen 2008. Veteran Czech Heritage Singer Rosalie Leonard posed the rhetorical question: "Accordians, Czechs, and beer: How can you beat that?" Rosalie, an accordionist for the singers, led the grand march at Raoul and my wedding, lo those many years ago. It's great to see that she's still going strong.

The festivities were temporarily interrupted by the sudden arrival of the Houston Fire Department, dispatched to put out a fire on the roof of the SBJST Lodge. Never a dull moment, when you're running with the Slavs! Hope to create a photo album with photos from the day: Truly, not your run of the mill Sunday afternoon follies!

Zivio ("a votre sante," comme ils disent en France!)

Red sky at morning

Woke early to track Ike and feed the dog. Fetching bowl from backyard, noted cotton-candy pink clouds to the northeast (or nor'east, as my friend Jim C would expect me to growl in the grizzled tones of an old tar). Remembered during girlhood days of boating the Oregon coast, my dad would intone, "Red sky at night, sailors delight; red sky at morning, sailors take warning." Fitting! Today's Chronicle headlines include "COAST STERNLY WARNED: GET OUT" and other dire warnings and predictions. No severe weather conditions in Houston yet, but TV news coverage shows the storm surge already topping the seawall down in Galveston. Concerned for friend Claudia H's father, who as of yesterday had elected to shelter in place in G-town. Hope he's had a change of heart.

Here are a few storm links:

• Rock you like a hurricane: http://www.stormpulse.com/
• Ridin' the storm out: blogs.chron.com/weatheringike
  
• Preparation tips: http://www.westernunion.com/2007stormprep/?src=HurEmailPre0808
• Federal resources: http://everything.typepad.com/blog/2008/09/help-for-hurricane-gustav.html
  

Red Sky at Morning by Richard Bradford was also a favorite novel of my youth, a tragicomic coming-of-age tale memorable for its vivid characters and colorful dialogue: Velma Mae and Venery Ann, "Don't talk dirty in front of my sister," and something about someone getting their ass blowed off. Mark that title in the Recommended Reading column!

 

IKE SWIRLS TOWARD TEXAS

So blared this morning's Houston Chronicle. Cuh-RAZY to be sitting here waiting to experience a hurricane. Though on my second tour of duty in hurricane country, have thus far managed to stay out of The Path. Or "Harm's Way," an oft heard phrase in these climes, in these times. We were here to experience the influx of Katrina evacuees, the bizarre mass exodus that preceded the lackluster Rita, and my folks hunkered down here in '83 during Alicia.

Hoping, praying me and mine and friends and fellow Houstonians are spared severe wrath. Gonna be an interesting couple of days. Was caught in some of the nutty evacuation traffic this afternoon (mandatory evacuation of Galveston and surrounding areas, worried for our friends the McDonald and Lindenberger families, who have beach houses down on Tiki Island--one of the first places to be evacuated) and witnessed gas stations disgorging cars into lanes of  traffic. Some fuel shortage troubles, and Mayor Bill White held off on opening the contraflow lanes 'til this eve's rush hour had passed. Contraflow was a congestion-relieving safety measure implemented in Rita's wake, to prevent future instances of insane traffic gridlock. Waiting with bated breath (and optimistic hope) to see how that works. As Raoul says, "Hurricane comin', get out da way!"

In general, I don't like Ike. What I do like is the action verb "swirls" to describe his approach. Funny, though, it sounds much more lithe and graceful than his heavy-footed entrance will assuredly be.

Hunker down.