Illiterate

I'm really on sabbatical, but couldn't pass up this meme from McPan:

Bold the ones you’ve read, underline the ones you read for school, and italicize the ones you started but didn’t finish.

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Anna Karenina
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Crime and Punishment
Wuthering Heights
Catch-22
The Silmarillion
Don Quixote
The Odyssey
The Brothers Karamazov
Ulysses
War and Peace
Madame Bovary
A Tale of Two Cities
Jane Eyre
The Name of the Rose
Moby Dick
Emma
The Iliad
Vanity Fair
Love in the Time of Cholera
The Blind Assassin
Pride and Prejudice
The Historian: A Novel
The Canterbury Tales
The Kite Runner
Great Expectations
Life of Pi
The Time Traveler's Wife
Guns, Germs, and Steel: The Fates of Human Societies
Atlas Shrugged
Foucault's Pendulum
Dracula
The Grapes of Wrath
Frankenstein
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Mrs. Dalloway
Sense and Sensibility
Middlemarch
Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books
The Count of Monte Cristo
The Sound and The Fury
Memoirs of a Geisha
Brave New World
Quicksilver
American Gods
Middlesex
The Poisonwood Bible
Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Dune
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
The Satanic Verses
Mansfield Park
Gulliver's Travels
The Three Musketeers
The Inferno
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Fountainhead
Tess of the D'Urbervilles
Oliver Twist
To the Lighthouse
A Clockwork Orange
Robinson Crusoe
Persuasion
The Scarlet Letter
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
The Once and Future King
Anansi Boys
Atonement
The God of Small Things
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Cryptonomicon
Dubliners
Oryx and Crake
Angela's Ashes
Beloved
Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
In Cold Blood
Lady Chatterley's Lover
A Confederacy of Dunces
Les Misérables
The Amber Spyglass
The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli
Watership Down
Beowulf
The Aeneid
A Farewell to Arms
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
Treasure Island
David Copperfield
Sons and Lovers
Possession
The Book Thief
The History of Tom Jones
The Road
Tender is the Night
The War of the Worlds

Rowdy's High School Friends in Review

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A guy in my high school creative writing club, Bryan Mealer, just published a book.  It's called All Things Must Fight to Live.  Go, Buy, Read.  And be sure you take the time to watch the videos on his website. Bryan's running around on a book tour these days; he was in San Antonio last week.  After his reading I overheard one woman sitting next to me tell another that her daughter, K., went to high school with Bryan.  I turned to her and immediately recognized her: 

"You're K.T.'s mom!"

"Yes!" 

"I'm Rowdy, I was at your house quite a bit.  I'm the guy that took K. to the Bo Diddley concert." 

"Oh, yes, I remember."

"Just want you to know that I still haven't forgiven you for setting K.'s curfew so early, we only caught the first 30 minutes of Bo's show before I had to return her home." 

"Well, I was the evil mother."

"Grrr."

She was nice enough to forward me K.'s email though, so she's regained a couple of points.

Anyway, after Bryan finished his appearance we headed over to the Alamo Cafe and caught up.  We hadn't seen each other since 1993.

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I learned tonight that I'm not the only person from my high school with a website dedicated to a defunct restaurant.  My friend, Eve, has a site recognizing the great cafeteria that once was Dubrow's.

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Off_off

Earlier this week I got an email from my high school buddy, Crizzabster, in New York.  He's in a film called "Off Off Broadway" that you can watch for free online.  Don't want to spoil it, but it's funny.  It's a full-length feature, so set aside some time and get a comfortable chair.  Here's the link.  Let me know what you think.

In the Pool II

Just a quick update.  I was never called onto a panel yesterday and was sent on my way.  Since I showed up and sat there for the better part of a day though I got $6 and a certificate saying I'm free from duty for the next three years.  Hurray.

There is one little story that came out of the whole ordeal.  99.9% of folks I was sitting with brought some form of reading material.  There were a lot of books and just as many newspapers.  As for myself, I brought along my copy of Chinese Eunuchs: The Structure of Intimate Politics.  By the time we were released I'd read the thing cover to cover.  More on that later.  My point is, most folks sat quietly reading.  That is, except for a group of five people sitting near me who talked very loudly.  Most of the banter was about local news, a recent fire that swept through some stores, and who knows who that knows someone effected and what not.  But then the conversation turned to travel.

The lady next to me works for some eco-tourism lodge in Costa Rica.  She claims she flies out of country a lot for work.  The others around her have flown a time or two also and everyone started bemoaning how flying is no fun anymore now that security is so ramped up.  Stories of missed flights and so forth were shared.  Then the lady who flies "a lot" stated that the last time she went through Dallas they had this new machine that she had to walk into and it blew air on her.  She said, "I still have no clue what its purpose was."

I don't fly much at all, but even I knew she was talking about the explosive detection device known as the "Puffer," more formally called an Explosive Detection Security Portal or EDSP.  It's purpose, of course is to detect trace amounts of explosives on terrorists who forget to change clothes and shower after building a bomb.  As someone who hardly ever flies, I just assumed that the basic function of the gadgets was common knowledge.  Apparently not.  After the lady posed the question, two people said they had no idea what it could be.  A third said it was probably related to explosives, then added, "The air probably sets off the explosives and the chamber contains the explosion."  I damn near bit off my tongue trying not to laugh as I overheard that one.  But then a fourth person chimed in, "No, no, that's not it."  For a second I thought he might be a voice of reason coming to the rescue, "The air blows all the dust out of your hair and clothes to make sure you're not contaminated by foreign microbes."  The other four nodded in agreement, one muttered, "Yeah, that makes a lot more sense.  That's probably it."  "I'm sure it is." the fourth guy proclaimed.

Not more than 10 minutes later, the fourth guy's name was called to decide the facts in a legal case.

And now, as promised, here's what I took away from my book on Chinese Eunuchs--

Stay far away from Hung pills!!!

The Way of Hung consisted of a secret formula for producing Hung pills, which were also known by a more euphemistic name (Hsien T'ien Tan Ch'ion).  The menstrual discharges of beautiful maidens, thirteen or fourteen years old, were gathered in gold and silver vessels and transferred to a mortar, where wu mei shuei, a compote of smoked-half-ripe plums, was added.  In such cases, maidens with course hair or throaty masculine voices or those who had been sick were carefully avoided.  The strange concoction was then dried seven times and finally heated after adding powdered milk, cinnabar, imported pine resin, and dried and powdered human waste....

[T]he Emperor's addiction to Hung pills had ill and far-reaching effects.  For instance, Emperor Mu Tsung, his successor, became a regular user of the pills at the advice of the eunuchs and, as a result, let his genius run to waste.  Emperor T'ai Ch'ang, in whom the people placed great hope, died the same night he took these pills during an illness. 

--Chinese Eunuchs by Taisuke Mitamura, pp. 120-122

In the Pool

This is my first attempt at posting from my iPhone. Right now I'm nearing my fifth hour sitting and waiting on my name to be called in the jury pool. Now, I'm not too keen on the idea of actually getting empaneled on a jury. My only hope at this point is getting struck in voir dire. (I've already postponed this day once back in November so as to keep my date with Donald Johanson and Lucy... so now I'm just hoping that the lawyers don't like me and send me on my way.)

I've used the two month deferment to my advantage. That is, I haven't trimmed my beard and my hair has grown completely over my ears. Also, on my little questionnaire I listed my religion as Unitarian and when asked if I'd ever been accidentally injured requiring medical attention, I answered yes. Further explained it as "blunt force trauma", when asked to describe the incident. I didn't go into depth and say, "I dropped a dish on my big toe and wanted to ensure I hadn't broken it."

I'm also trying to be strategic with the choice of reading material I brought with me. I think a big hairy Unitarian wielding a copy of "Chinese Eunuchs: The Structure of Intimate Politics" would give an attorney on one side or the other some pause.

At any rate, I'll let ya'll know how it all pans out if and when I'm freed.

Rowdy's Roadtrip in Review

Back in August I wrote a post anticipating my meeting with Lucy.  Well, that day has come and gone.  A few weeks back I packed the wife and kid in the car and drove them to Houston to see the exhibition.  I was impressed.  In addition to Lucy, they had a number of skulls from various hominid species, some I hadn't even heard of.  Granted, just about all I know on the subject comes from Donald Johanson's book, Lucy: The Beginnings of Humankind.  Johanson is the guy who discovered Lucy back in 1974.

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The book contains this chart:

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It shows Australopithecus afarensis (Lucy's species) as a common ancestor to two branches of the hominid tree.  The genus Australopithecus continues to include the species africanus and robustus and the genus Homo breaks off and includes the species habilis, erectus and sapien.  The chart also shows that the genus Australopithecus went extinct a little over a million years ago.

The book discussed several other species as well, but those listed on this chart were the ones I remembered most vividly after finishing the book. The problem was, the book was published around 1980 and hadn't been updated.  Therefore it didn't contain discoveries made in the past 25 years.  So you can only imagine how fascinated I was when I got to the museum and saw a chart that looked more like this:

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To my delight, it contained three new genera: Ardipithecus, Kenyanthropus and Paranthropus.  Obviously the number of species had grown as well.

The book discussed the controversies that invariably arise when it's time to name a new genus or species.  The controversy usually isn't so much about what to call it, but whether it's truly distinct from one already acknowledged.  Needless to say, distinguishing where one ends and another begins can be tricky and paleoanthropologists don't often agree.  As a result, there's not always consensus and a skull might go by two or three names depending on the academic holding it.

The Institute for Human Origins has an incredible interactive documentary on its website called Becoming Human.  If you launch the documentary, click on "Lineages," then click on "The Human Family Tree" you can then select the name of an academic and the tree will highlight their theory.  It's pretty amazing.

At any rate, the exhibition was wonderful. 

So last night I found myself back at the museum in Houston, this time by myself, holding a ticket to hear Donald Johanson speak.  The lecture was conducted in the museum's IMAX theater.  He spoke for nearly an hour and a half and presented slides on the giant screen.  Me and about 400 other nerds sat enraptured the entire time.  We were the lucky ones.  I was told by one of the staff that the lecture had sold out almost immediately (I got my ticket on September 7) and that tickets were being scalped online for up to $400!

After the lecture I had a chance to meet Johanson and tell him how great it was to hear about all that's happened in the field since his book was published.  He then told me he's currently working on a book to be published in a little over a year that'll pick up where the last one left off.  Hurray!

Donaldme2 R.T & Donald Johanson, Houston Museum of Natural Science, 6 Nov 2007.

V.I.P.

In case you've missed the news this week... Lucy, everyone's favorite Australopithecus afarensis, is visiting Texas now through April!

Lucy

I now regret throwing out my Physical Anthropology notes from college.  Well, maybe not; 98% of the lectures were about my professor's unfortunate working relationship with and absolute disdain for rhesus monkeys.  A typical page of notes from that class would read something like, "Bad monkey.  Bad, bad monkey.... Caution: Don't wear Prada to the lab."  I remember I took the class because it fulfilled a science requirement.  I figured the subject's overlap with archeology would be right up my alley.  Turned out the intro course I took dealt more with DNA than digs.  But I digress.

The news about Lucy's arrival to the United States spread nationwide.  When I learned she was bound for The Houston Museum of Natural Science on the radio this morning, I nearly ran my truck off the road.  Once I got to work, I started flipping through my calendar to find a free day.  My last trip to the museum was unforgettable... I got within inches of Lady Puabi's Headdress and other artifacts from Sir Charles Leonard Woolley's excavations of Ur.  Ten years prior, I'd taken an archeology course from the great excavator and translator of ancient stadium graffiti, Mark E. Landon.  Among our assigned readings was Woolley's book The Sumerians.  The book contained black & white plates of many of his discoveries from Ur.  To finally see the treasures in all their gold and lapis brilliance nearly brought tears to my eyes.  Mrs. T and my Evil Little Brother, on the other hand, couldn't stop talking about the Body Worlds exhibition downstairs.

The official title of this new exhibition is Lucy's Legacy: The Hidden Treasures of Ethiopia.  What makes this so incredible is that not only will Lucy be there, but also artifacts from Axum.  My knowledge of ancient Ethiopia and the Solomonic line of emperors is quite cursory.  A few years back I read through the Kebra Nagast along with a handful of critical articles on Oriental Orthodoxy, the historical roots of Rasta and the concept of Tewahedo (which at first glance might be wrongly construed as Unitarian.)  I don't know if I should be embarrassed by this, but it wasn't the ganj that piqued my interest in the subject.  Rather, I was exploring the the fall-out of a schism that occurred after some rough and tumble Christological debates at the Council of Chalcedon in 451.  Like I said though, I didn't delve as deeply as I could have.  But now that Lucy has embarked on a good-will tour in Texas, I feel compelled to read up on her home country's history a bit more before heading out to meet her.

Rowdy's Book in Review

Like most folks, I don't have time to see all the movies and read all the books I want.  But I realized recently that I'd fallen into a rut where I'd gone a long while without either.  It's mostly due to fatherhood and work.  Or so I thought until I calculated how much time I spent planted in front of the tube.  In my defense, there's a reason for that.  Mrs. T is not a big movie buff, so in my house watching a movie is just as solitary an act as reading.  She does watch TV shows though since they tend to be shorter.  But ideally she prefers to pursue more constructive ways of spending her time and considers sitting slack-jawed on the couch a waste.  I agree to a large extent, but on a regular mundane weeknight I don't suffer much guilt from it.  At any rate,  Mrs. T started scrapbooking in earnest a while back, so for the last couple of months the TV has been off more than it's been on and I've found my nose buried in books.

I just finished a book my Evil Little Brother got me for my birthday:

Skinny I knew Carl Hiaasen was the author of Hoot and Strip Tease.  I hadn't read either of them and only watched the movie adaptation of Strip Tease to see if Demi Moore's plastic surgery was as good as everyone said.  What really piqued my interest in Hiaasen lately was learning about his friendship with Warren Zevon.  Hiaasen contributed a lot of anecdotes in Zevon's biography so I thought I'd give one of his books a shot.

Skinny Dip turned out to be a fun read for the most part.  It's a goofy suspense novel that takes place in the Everglades.  But the book was flawed.  Hiaasen is a native Floridian and a champion for protecting the state's natural resources.  Problem is, some of that passion he has gets expressed as hatred toward people.  He's proud of his antipathy for tourists and chastises anyone contributing to urban sprawl.  This misanthropic attitude permeates the chapters of his book creating real downers throughout an otherwise light and entertaining story.  If Hiaasen expects to win any converts, he needs focus his consternation on the problems and not the population.

With a little online research, I learned a couple of poignant facts about the book.  According to Hiaasen, Zevon suggested the title Skinny Dip and was thrilled when Hiaasen decided to roll with it.  Also, Hiaasen would ship Zevon chapters of the book as he wrote them, but Zevon died when the package containing the last two chapters was en route.  Bummer.

Rowdy's Week in Review

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As I mentioned in my previous post, I got a book for my birthday.  It was I'll Sleep When I'm Dead: The Dirty Life and Times of Warren Zevon.  Just finished it... so here's my review:

DirtylifeExcellent.  In the three years following Zevon's death, his ex-wife (and life-long friend) conducted nearly 90 interviews with folks important in his life.  She then organized the anecdotes in chronological order inter-splicing them with her own narrative and entries from Warren's journal.  Extremely well done, with pictures throughout, corresponding to the time being discussed.  (I hate when biographies stick a zillion plates in the middle of the book.)  It was Warren's wish that she write his story.  She did one hell of a job.

Like a lot of folks my age, my introduction to Warren's music was in Junior High when Werewolves of London appeared in The Color of Money.  I went out and got his album Sentimental Hygiene and really dug it.  He'd always been on my short list of acts I'd love to see in concert, but it never happened.  A fact that I'm constantly reminded of by my Evil Little Brother who saw him sit in with Paul Schaffer's band at a Letterman taping.

Speaking of my ELB.  He was here this week and took me out to pick out a birthday present, so I grabbed two more CDs:

Wz Warren Zevon-- another replacement for a worn out cassette.

Mut Mutineer-- this one was new to me (though I had Bob Dylan covering the title track.)

ELB also got me a couple of books... which I'll review as I finish them.

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Mrs. T got two tickets to Go, Diego, Go! from her office.  Box seats at the Majestic!

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It was the Acolyte's first theatrical experience and he had a blast.  He sat focussed through the whole thing-- to my great shock and delight.  For being so good, he walked away with his first concert T-shirt.

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The Acolyte is absolutely addicted to Guru Guru Dokkaan!  He dances to it daily.... I think he has a crush on Koto-chan (the girl in red.)  He'll start running and screaming toward the TV from across the house when he hears her voice.  Guru Guru is a regular sequence on the baby TV show Inai Inai Baa! (Peek-a-Boo!)

Rowdy's Book in Review

Jesus for the Non-Religious
by John Shelby Spong

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Last weekend Mrs. T invited over a couple of her Japanese girlfriends for lunch.  One was married to an American and had a little boy, Bobcat, just a couple of months older than the Acolyte.  The other had an American steady.  They were all here.  As the girls chatted away at the kitchen table and the kids wrestled in the play yard, I was left to entertain two guys who I didn't know very well.  I felt compelled to conjure a conversation topic that would interest all three of us.  Although all our partners were Japanese, I'm the only one that spent much time over there, so that was off the table.  Only one of the guys was a dad, so issues of fatherhood wouldn't be of much interest to the third guy.  But I was saved, in part, by a little knick-knack that sits proudly in my living room:

Atat It's a prototype of an All Terrain Armored Transport (AT-AT) walker toy that I received last Christmas from my parents.  One of their friends was an executive at Kenner back in the day and he gave this to them to give to me.  I love Star Wars, as most American men between the ages of 25-40 do, but I'm not a rabid fan that feels the need to role-play or attend comic conventions.  (Though I will admit, I'm anxious to see this summer's release of Fanboys.)

At any rate, my AT-AT caught their attention and they asked me if I was a big fan.  I explained that I enjoyed the movies--have the original three episodes memorized like any normal American and have the Star Wars Trivial Pursuit, DVD version-- but otherwise I wouldn't rank myself at "Fan" status.  "What about your posters?", one inquired.

Smith "Well, the one that hangs in our den is from an exhibition held at the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum back in 1997-99.  I know it reads 1997-1998, but it was extended a few months into 1999.  Mrs. T and I went there when we were still engaged.... 

Starwars Empire As for the seven that hang in my office, they're really more of a reflection of my irrational fixation on the defunct fast food franchise, Burger Chef.  All seven were distributed by Burger Chef and they're part of my Burger Chef Reliquary."

Then the other guy asked, "Well what about Yoda and that case of vintage figures up in your library?"

Yoday  "Yoda was a birthday gift from Mrs. T and the figures came with the AT-AT last Christmas."

I made it clear that I could see the threshold of Star Wars fandom, but I had not crossed it.  Disappointment set in on the guys.  Turns out, one of these guys does actually role-play and has his own homemade costumes.  The other guy, while not a fan, thought the idea of costume parties was pretty cool.  I can't express the relief I felt.  Neither of these guys was going to draw a negative judgment on the fact I had eight Star Wars posters hanging in my house.  In fact, it created a sense of camaraderie.  I began to relax and we had quite an enjoyable conversation that meandered from one topic to the next.  Somehow we ended up talking about the Mormons, we all agreed that most of the Mormons we've known live what they preach.  I for one have a deep appreciation for the Mormon faith.  I don't let their doctrine bother me much.  In my opinion, Jesus appearing in the States is no more fanciful than Moses parting the Red Sea. 

Our discussion on Mormons soon expanded to Christianity in general.  Turns out, both guys were also committed Christians, and one was even a preacher's kid like myself.  Just like yours truly, this guy struggled with maintaining his faith while not wanting to relinquish his faculties of reason and the knowledge humanity has acquired during the two millennia since Jesus strolled the streets of podunk Nazareth.  It came as no surprise to me.  Us preachers kids have a tendency to doubt and challenge.  Tori Amos, whose dad was a Methodist preacher, is a perfect example.  We're often raised in an intellectual environment, but then thrown completely irrational doctrine and told to "Trust and Obey."  Some folks continue on a life-long struggle seeking a balance between faith and reason.  Some conclude that religion and science are two different realms of the human experience and that faith and reason are appropriate in their own realm.  Others assume they must choose between one or the other and become completely secular or a fundamentalist.  But there is a third alternative.  It's a concept that's still in gestation, but already has transformed my approach to the divine.

I should first make a quick disclaimer. This alternative requires that you do some homework.  There are some facts that have been taught in Christian seminaries across the world, but don't always make it to the pulpit on Sunday mornings.  In the past 200 years, biblical scholarship has generated a tremendous wealth of knowledge about the life, language and influences of the folks living during the formation of the Christian canon and the societies they lived in.  A tiny fraction of this knowledge is shared with seminarians during their studies, and often it shakes them to their spiritual core.  Why?  Because the facts don't always mesh with what they were taught in Sunday School.  Seminaries teach future pastors and theologians to question every Sunday School felt board presentation they ever sat through as a child, the very foundation upon which they built their faith.  There is nothing new about applying modern scientific approaches to the study of the Bible.  There's nothing heretical about it either, seminaries have been doing it for generations.  The problem lies in the churches' inability to adapt to this new knowledge and present it to the laity in a way that won't cause a schism. 

Thoughtful theologians have worked for years trying to understand the historical, multi-faceted man named Jesus.  By that they mean Jesus, the guy, whose followers were so moved in his presence that within a generation they spread across the known world bearing witness.  The most current embodiment of this study is conducted by The Jesus Seminar.  The seminar is conducted by a host of theologians from various faith backgrounds.  Its ecumenical spirit, open-mindedness and transparent process stand in stark contrast to the church councils of old.

I can't begin to address the numerous conclusions recent biblical scholarship has led to here.  For one, this post is already too long.  But more sincerely, the introduction of this material can be a sensitive matter and is best delivered in a patient and structured manner (two qualities I lack.)  Thirdly, someone else has already done so.

Rescue In his book, Rescuing the Bible from Fundamentalism, Bishop Jack Spong introduces the layman to what many a seminarian had to face during their studies.  This one book captures the essence of first year Old and New Testament classes.  I read this years ago and still believe it's one of the best introductions to critical biblical scholarship.  I strongly recommend it.

But like I said, it's just an introduction.  As comforting and optimistic as his tone may be, when you're done you can't help but feel that he's run your faith through a meat-grinder.  The book leaves you begging for direction.  Spong admitted recently that at the time he wrote this book, he too struggled with how to proceed.  In fact, like I stated above, the church itself is struggling with how to proceed.

Over the past fifteen years I've continued on my spiritual journey, and so has Spong.  He's written other books since, but for the most part they were topical, investigating particular sections of the Bible more deeply (similar to advanced courses you'd find in a seminary.)  They didn't offer much additional guidance though.  Just last month he released a new book entitled Jesus for the Non-Religious.  At last, in this book, he moves beyond deconstructing faith and begins to define a way in which Christianity can survive in the 21st century without offending or causing us to deny our post-modern sensibilities.

Guess me Book

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

Onward Tickets An entry requirement for many countries is that you have a ticket out of the country.  If you're unsure of what your next move may be, the easiest solution is to buy the cheapest onward ticket you can find to a neighboring country or a ticket from a reliable airline that can later be refunded if you do not use it.

Open Jaw Tickets These are tickets on which you fly out to one place but return from another.  If available, these can save you from backtracking to your arrival point.

Not the most inspiring passages I've ever read, but at least I obeyed rule #5!

Bummed from Anastasia.