Saturday, October 04, 2008

Post Veep Debate Observations

Sarah Palin, "God love 'er," has demonstrated that she is a bobblehead (albeit a pretty one, you betcha) who is clearly ill-equipped to be second in command of our country. Her winking, folksy, "I'll answer your questions any way I want," uninformed performance left little doubt that she does not have the goods to be anything more than governmental eye-candy. Despite the die-hard Republican supporters' chants that she aced the debate and is two-legged mannah from heaven above, the facts speak for themselves. The only reason that she wasn't left floating in a pool of humiliation at the end of that debate was because Joe Biden bit his tongue for a few hours in order to avoid coming off as a big, bad bully. Had his opponent been anyone else - male or female - he would have been given the green light to expose the ignorance revealed in their responses (or lack thereof) to the questions asked by the moderator.

Let's just cut to the chase: Sarah Palin was not selected for her extensive experience or expertise. She was chosen for two reasons only. First, she exudes the "regular folk" charm and appeal that middle America seems to find soothing (by golly, we don't like it when our leaders remind us that they're smarter than us), and she does it in a package that is easy to look at. Second, she offered the Republican party a relative lock on the Evangelical vote, which is nothing short of huge. What remains to be seen at this point is whether loyalty to religious affiliation and/or party trumps common sense. If history is any indicator (and, sadly, it is), I won't be remotely surprised to see a gun-totin', Bible-thumpin', abortion-bannin' Barbie elected to the second highest office in our once-great nation.

She'll be changin' what she doesn't want people lookin' back on, drill-baby-drillin' the daylights out of our sensitive and already-damaged ecosystem for oil that the country won't benefit from for ten years, takin' target practice from Air Force 2 on whichever animals haven't been rendered extinct yet ("sorry, Ms. Vice President - there just aren't any polar bears left to plink off with your high-powered rifle"), honoring women's rights by forbidding them from aborting the baby forming inside of them as a result of incestuous rape, and stomping some more on the Constitution by having the VP given more authority and power. Be careful what you wish for, America. Be very, very careful.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Palin-drone, violence in media, and more

Just a few random thoughts that whacked me in the noggin today. First, the whiny and now seemingly invisible Sarah Palin. People, and even the press, seem to finally be tiring of the McCain camp's unmitigated ballsy refusal to let her talk to the media or provide anything more substantive than fluffy video and photo ops of her visits with foreign dignitaries. I'm personally flummoxed by her cocky claims of foreign policy experience, citing the fact that she can "see Russia from an island in Alaska." I suppose I'm qualified to be an astronaut, because I can see the moon from my back yard. I also have foreign trade experience - I've bought several imported cars, and all of my electronics are from overseas, too. I've even watched European soccer. Ridiculous, you say? Yeah, that's pretty much my point. If you choose to compete for the 2nd highest job in the United States of America, you had damned well better be ready, willing, and - dare I say it - able to answer questions about your views, experience, and the red-flocked wallpaper you just had to have in your office as part of an alleged $50,000 makeover. Face it, none of us are without flaws, eccentricities, or skeletons in our little closets. It's not that we have those things - it's how we deal with them and explain them to the good people who will be voting for us. (Yes, even those simple sheep-like saps who just had to run out and buy glasses, shoes, and outfits just like Sarah's.) Well, anyone who has witnessed her pathetic attempts at making sense during her recent interviews can understand why the McCain campaign is trying to keep her under lock and key. I don't know at this point whether she's intelligent or just a lucky, determined pit bull, but I do know that she's potentially a heartbeat away from being in control of our nation. This fact leaves me feeling rather uncomfortable - how about you? On an unrelated note, I haven't yet heard anyone talking about how the candidates seem to be abandoning the letter "g" at the end of words, but I know the point will be addressed soon enough. They're bein' extra folksy when they're discussin' those talkin' points, you get my meanin'? You betcha! Okay, enough about politics.

On to another topic near and dear to me: The effects of violence in our mass media on the general population's proclivity toward violent acts. Here's the thing that occurred to me a few moments ago: Ask the studios why they keep producing uber-violent, disgusting scenes of grotesque murder in movies, tv, and video games. They'll unabashedly admit that they do it because people like to buy and watch the stuff. Bully for people, and bully for the studios. So, following that logic, how about prostitution, then? It's been around for oh, about -- forever. Why? Because, quite simply, men like sex, and women like shiny things. On one hand, it's fine selling entertainment that has been proven (though heavily debated) to have a causal relationship with increasing a person's tendency to act violently. On the other hand, we have a business exchange where a woman voluntarily engages in sexual acts in return for money. Yet, only one of these business practices is deemed wrong, dangerous, and illegal. Am I being too black and white, or am I just guilty of making a bit of sense? There's a not-so-famous quote that says, "Why is there no crime in Germany? Because it's illegal." Why is there a problem with all of the gratuitous violence in our television shows, movies, and video games? Because it encourages violent behavior, desensitizes people to violent acts, and glorifies plain old bad behavior. What's the worst that could happen if the studios agreed to try backing off the slaughter-fest for, say, 12 months? Other than a significant drop in profit until the writers figured out a way to replace easy, lazy scriptwriting with intelligent and thought-provoking works, I can't see a downside, can you? And if it failed to effect a reduction in violent crime, then they could just start firing up the cannons once again.

One final thought: I'm constantly noticing people - intelligent ones - using the phrase, "I could care less" to describe their disinterest in something: Think about it!!! If you COULD care less, that means you care at least a little bit, doesn't it? You really want to say, "I could NOT care less," which more accurately indicates one's lack of concern. Did I really need to clarify this? Sadly, yes. And let's not forget the popular "unchartered territory" reference. I actually heard John McCain use that one in the first presidential debate. Wrong-o. It's actually "uncharted" territory, as in territory that no one has documented yet (like, on a chart), therefore it's kind of an unknown. Unchartered territory, on the other hand, might refer to the Siberian front, or some other such place where you'd have difficulty finding a chartered group tour at your local travel agent. And please, can someone explain to me why the leader of the free world for the past eight years, with all of his expert advisors and coaches, cannot seem to pronounce the word "nuclear" to save his life? C'mon, W - say "New," then say "Clear," and then say 'em together real fast-like. Heh-heh-heh. How that man has the key to the big red button machine is just uncular (read: unclear) to me.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Happy Birthday to you!


I apologize if this happens to offend some of you, but since that declaration is based upon the assumption that anyone will actually read this, it's pretty much an empty apology. My rant today involves the institution of grown adults making a big deal out of their birthdays. Look, I'm a nice guy. I hold the door for total strangers, I donate to worthy causes, I try to help others where possible, and I generally keep my bad habits to myself. So, it's not like I am a master of self-loathing or anything. However, I see no earthly reason to consider the day that I was born to be a particularly spectacular and momentous occasion, worthy of celebration and festivities. Let's face it, people - we don't really have much to do with this event, do we? If you're religious, then you attribute the manifestation of your creation and entry into the world to your parents (be they mortal creatures or laboratory equipment) and whichever deity works best for you. At any rate, our sole involvement in the process is, well... showing up. Yowser, what a remarkable feat. We get pushed out or carved out of our cozy little womb away from home, and this becomes the quintessential crowning achievement of our lifetime? Please.

Now, there are some folks who not only take great pride in that day, but feel the need to remind everyone they know about it annually. How many people do you know who use their birthday as part of their email address? Could they perhaps find a way to be more egocentric? "Hey, here's a constant reminder of when you need to make a big deal out of a random day on the calendar, and buy me stuff." Or, how about people who either covertly or overtly slip mention of the "big day" into casual conversation? "I can't believe I'm going to be 37 on Friday!" I personally know a few people who have elevated this to an art form of sorts. The challenge I've created is trying to predict when and how they'll do it. I know it's coming, but - darn it - they still surprise me with their creativity sometimes.

Don't get me wrong, now - I believe that we're all special. I also believe that we have much to celebrate about ourselves and each other (with certain obvious exceptions, of course - Charles Manson comes to mind). Still, it seems to me that most, if not all of us, have memories of specific days in our lives that are worthy of honoring each year. I don't know, let's say, that first hole in one ever, or the day we blasted our best friend in the face with a shotgun while hunting for stuff that doesn't even remotely resemble a human face. Maybe the day we lost our virginity, or the day we helped someone else to lose theirs. Or maybe a day when we actually did something meaningful and useful, like the one when we helped build a house for a homeless family, or created a few thousand homeless families by invading an oil-rich country under false pretenses. You get the idea. Life is full of potential celebrations.

In my particular case, I have always downplayed my birthday, for reasons I can't really explain any better than I have in the preceding paragraphs. I absolutely never mention it to anyone when it is nearing, and when someone says, "Hey, it's your birthday on Friday, huh?", my reply is usually something like, "Yep. Hey, did you see that story on 60 Minutes last night...?" My idea of a nice birthday celebration is when a friend or loved one calls me up and says, "Hey, let's go to dinner to celebrate your birthday." They don't even have to buy dinner for me; it's just nice to have an enjoyable dinner out with someone you like to be around, and if a birthday is the impetus for the dinner out, fine by me.

The day we individuals are born is simply not that important, in the big picture. It's not even that important in the small thumbnail picture. So, if you are completely hell-bent on believing that your birthday is very extraordinary, can you just trust your friends and loved ones to remember all on their own, without reminding them about it every year like it's news of an impending visit from a resurrected savior? Does it really mean as much when someone wishes you a happy birthday only after you conveniently reminded them that it was approaching, and on which specific day? (Well, I guess it does, if you're just after the material gain that birthdays are supposed to bring.) Just try keeping it to yourself one time. If everyone forgets, it either means that your birthday isn't quite as important to the rest of society as you assumed, or it means that you need some new friends. As for me, I'm off to celebrate the anniversary of my discovering that computers have generously given me carpal tunnel syndrome.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Awesome young band from the Isle of Man

Davey Knowles, photo by meI don't frequently get wowed by 20-year old three-piece bands. This is happily one of those rare occasions. The blues/rock band that's got my attention is called Back Door Slam. Their lead guitarist/vocalist is a 21-year-old phenom named Davey Knowles, and he can write, sing, and most definitely play beyond his years! I've caught their show twice so far, and have my tickets for their upcoming return engagement in Philly (March 25). At both prior shows (at the World Cafe Live), they received multiple standing ovations, and earned them. The crowd was impressed, and I'm pretty sure that this band will be getting major attention soon. Knowles has got this quiet confidence that you don't generally see in someone with his talent. No cockiness or arrogance, and it's truly a pleasure to watch him speak through his instrument, whether that instrument happens to be his Strat, an acoustic (which I dare say he sounds fantastic on), or the mandolin he picked up during an encore. His voice is strong, and will only continue to get better as he matures. There's also something special about the band's genuine appreciation and gratitude for the accolades they receive, and their joy in meeting with the fans after their shows. Whether Knowles' impending fame melts that away remains to be seen, but I'm enjoying watching him and his cohorts - Ross Doyle (drums) and Adam Jones (bass) - tear up the stage in the meantime. It's easy to overlook the talent that the other two band members bring to the stage while you stare transfixed at Davey in relative awe. They may be kids, but they've got the skills, and they're for real. Give them a listen!

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Have a happy green New Year!

In today's headlines, we learned that the glorious ball dropped in Times Square to ring in the New Year was retrofitted to be a "green" energy saver. Oh, joy. Quoth the BBC News:

"The LEDs on the $1.1m (£550,000) New Year's Eve Ball that will descend on Monday will be able to create a kaleidoscope of colours and patterns on each of its 672 crystal triangular panels."


So, let's see... balance that 1.1 MILLION dollar retrofit against the half a gazillion dollars spent nationwide to launch pyrotechnics into the air for twenty or so minutes, so that we could say, "Oooooooh, ahhhhhhh," and wind up with a strained neck. Let's not forget the amount of pollution those fireworks needlessly belched into our ever-weakening atmosphere. Don't get me wrong - I love watching the beautiful displays as much as the next guy. Still, at some point we need to weigh the consequences of our selfish actions, don't we? You know - walk the walk? We cause needless pollution, scare the living crap out of countless pets, cause a goodly amount of injuries to amateur pyromaniacs (well, maybe that's one for the plus column....), and waste millions of dollars that could be spent to make the planet a slightly better place to live (or maybe feed some starving people).


Yeah, we're really saving some trees with that big ol' ball in NY city. I'm filled with pride - how 'bout you?