Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Break on Through to the Other Side


The Ladybird and I caught a rare episode of Frasier last night as we were preparing dinner. She said that her father had formulated a theory about Frasier’s style of humor: it was all door-related. People coming in and out of doors, people going out of doors in order to create these conundrums in which Frasier and Niles had to navigate out of with their wit and humor.

I thought of other door-related sitcoms and realized that most of the most popular ones had some sort of entrance and exit related humor device; it’s the nature of the sitcom. Through doors, characters bring with them that week’s problem. Comedy happens when, for example, Frasier must deal with an external force creating disharmony within the Family and therefore within the Self. In this episode, the disharmony comes from a boorish and disrespectful girlfriend played by Felicity Huffman.

I took the idea a bit further though: the side of the screen from which the main characters usually enter can determine the political leanings of the shows. For example, All in the Family. Bigoted and uncouth Archie Bunker takes an extremist tone with nearly everyone who comes through the door of his house, which is located on the right side of our screen. Liberal son-in-law, Michael, gets it the worst (“Meathead!”) when he challenges Archie’s wrongheaded blusterings.

Full House and Who’s the Boss? Both have characters entering the house from the left and have an implicitly progressive message. The families in Who’s the Boss? would be considered non-traditional. What household in real life has a live-in male nanny from the Bronx, his daughter, a single mother, granny Mona, and an effeminate boy who turns out to be gay in real life? Similarly, Full House counts because of the show’s location (San Francisco) and the fact that Danny Tanner heads a non-traditional household as well.

Along with Full House, there are two other shows from ABC’s early-90’s successful TGIF night. The first is Step by Step, which is a ripoff of the Bradys. However, whereas the Brady Bunch’s entrance is from the right, (the kids never got into any real trouble. One has to assume that Alice held Bible studies in between cooking dinner and cleaning toilets) Step by Step’s left-sided entrance carries the non-traditional banner much more readily. The Bradys never had a stoner cousin who lives in a van behind the house. Carol and Frank must have been fairly liberal to allow such nonsense. Get a job, hippie.


Family Matters, the show that gave us ::shudder:: Urkel, was a perennial favorite in ABC’s weekend canon. Likewise, the left-sided entrance connotes a search for justice and progressive empowerment of the black culture. Carl, the patriarch of the Winslow clan, is the face of justice with his role as a police officer. Uber-nerd, Steve Urkel, had a passion for science that probably encompassed belief in evolution; didn’t he also make an atomic bomb in his basement? However, one can argue that the Urkel dance is devolution of sorts for black culture.


On the flip side, there’s The Cosby Show. The Huxtables lived in a stately townhouse in NYC with a right-sided entrance. Similarly, the show portrays the nuclear black family. Here, instead of a middle-class aesthetic, Cliff and Claire represent the upper class with their jobs as an obstetrician and an attorney, respectively. Although theirs is considered a strong family, their right-sided entrance isn’t wholly conservative. The conservatism from Bill Cosby’s speeches that seem to berate many in the black community.


“Fifty percent drop out rate, I’m telling you, and people in jail, and women having children by five, six different men. Under what excuse? I want somebody to love me. And as soon as you have it, you forget to parent. Grandmother, mother, and great grandmother in the same room, raising children, and the child knows nothing about love or respect of any one of the three of them. All this child knows is “gimme, gimme, gimme.””

Whether you agree with Cosby or not, I contend that this rhetoric has more in common with James Dobson’s Focus on the Family than Malcolm X’s separatist oratory.

Murphy Brown presents an interesting juxtaposition. As the 90’s representation of the Breakdown of the Nuclear Family, Brown’s single-mom status brought the opprobrium and ire of many conservatives. If only they knew how tame Murphy Brown would seem today...
At home, with the baby, her progressive nature seems to come out. As a successful woman with a baby and no one except the occasional visit from Eldin the handyman, her house naturally has a left-side opening.

At work, however, the elevator to the FYI studios appears from the opposite side. No matter how far women have come in the workplace, there’s still a patriarchy that surrounds professional careers. This conservatism reaches all the way to heavyweights like Katie Couric and Barbara Walters. Walter Cronkite can get as fat and old as he wants, but god forbid Walters starts to show her age. When Katie Couric took over for Dan Rather it was rumored that the execs at CBS paid more attention to whether she could take on such a big role AND take care of the kids than her male counterparts. Brown, like Couric are both single parents as well; although Brown’s was by choice and Couric’s through happenstance.

Obviously, there’s no proof to these claims. I could come up with shows that defy this theory. But, I’m not going to. Because I’m lazy.

Remember, correlation should never be confused with causation.

However, given the liberal/progressive history of Hollywood and the television industry, maybe somewhere, deep in the recesses of the collective hive-mind that is entertainment there are proclivities towards door placement as a means of silent protest similar to a basketball player wearing an armband in solidarity to a cause. If only Joe McCarthy would have applied my theory to the silver screen, he would have rooted out a lot more commies.

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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Stinkin' Thinkin'

What is it about working that give us a sense of purpose? As I sit here at my desk, Twittering, Facebooking, and reading about whatever interests me I wait for work to materialize. I would love to say, “not that I’m complaining.” But I can’t. I am complaining. For the past two weeks, I’ve been either extremely busy or doing my best not to fall asleep during the day.

I enjoy the downtime, especially after the wedding, but sometimes it’s disheartening to realize that I’ll be here for eight hours and have probably two hours of actual honest-to-goodness work to do.


Frankly it’s a dereliction of duty. Sometimes I feel like I am stealing from this company. Not literally, but in an ersatz way I’m getting paid to do nothing. And I hate it.

We need the money, I need the experience, so what’s the problem?

I’ve known people who routinely steal from the company for which they work. At first they feel like they’re getting away with something. Hey, a few extra bucks! A new ipod, cool! Over time, they begin to resent and eventually loathe the company.

Thieves begin to hate and resent the people from whom they steal. Material goods or not, it all comes with the same tragic set of circumstances. This is best exemplified with the Loser Friend. We all know him or her. You become friends as teenagers, in high school. You smoke pot together, talk about how cool it would be to go on the road. You might even discuss college. As time goes by your paths diverge. You mature. They don’t. You begin to dress like an adult, they don’t.

On a side note, at the mall I saw a twenty-something father wearing clothes that teenagers wear while carrying his baby. C’mon! Grow up! Peter Pan motherfucka.

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You try to extricate yourself from your circumstances; they resign themselves to the same set of circumstances.

This breeds contempt. They begin to steal your success, as it were. The Loser cannot understand how you are now “so much better” than they. Their thievery manifests itself as a parasitic self-pity in which they bemoan the fact that you’re not as good of a friend as you once were. Truth is, you’re capable of being a better friend, but they don’t want support. The Loser Friend wants you to crawl back into your previous hole where you will languish and eventually the parasite will have overtake its host.

A quick explanation: The imagery is a little harsh, but I think it’s the most illustrative. Also, “Loser” doesn’t mean they’re hopeless, it just means they’re at a station in their life that, if you continue to stick around, will suck your motivation like a tape worm or other parasite.

So how does this relate to me? I feel contemptuous sometimes towards my company. Why? They believe I’m capable and worthy. They trust me. No, it’s my own fault. When I’m productive I’m thankful for my job. When I’m less so, any work given to me is an imposition on my time. I think, how can they do that? Can’t they see I’m busy doing my own thing?

It’s a psychological minefield. Luckily, I recognize it. I stop it. Even when I’m not busy, I try to make work or go home. If I have to be there for a client, I am still working just not actively being productive. I’m on reserve status, so to speak.

I try to live my life in such a way as to never have a guilty conscience. And I feel guilty for everything. The kind of “stinkin’ thinkin’” (Stuart Saves his Family, great movie for all of who grew up in a dysfunctional household) that breeds contempt has no place in a successful life. This is different than doubt, however. But that’s a different incoherent stream-of-consciousness rant on a blog nobody reads.

Theft comes in many forms. You have to realize you’re doing it before you can stop it. That’s the real difference between the Losers and everyone else. Ok, I’m off to find some work to do. I have a smile and I’m ready to rock and roll. After lunch, that is.


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Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Searching With My Good Eye Closed

Our wonderful overlords, Google, have allowed us to track our web searches and access them later. Since I am a loyal Google user (hail Google), my searches are saved. Luckily, only I can access them, because who knows what would happen if someone found out I looked for the Newhart show in May of last year.



So, June 24 of last year I googled the lyrics for the Clash’s ‘Tommy Gun’. I searched for ethical issues in punk. Later I searched for saving youtube. After that, vegetable dish. It brings back memories...I was working on a project for school and I must have been hungry.

Next, I searched for How I met your mother season 4. What a good show. Season 4 was, in fact, quite good. Finally, I searched for rate my professor.

I wonder what professor I looked at. Nothing much the next day, however on June 26 I searched for guidelines for cats. Cats need guidelines. Otherwise, how will they grow and learn?

I remember most of these. They’re actually pretty boring. I’ll do some more digging, I bet I can find something that makes me say, “Doubleyouteeeff?”

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Monday, June 22, 2009

The Afterglow.

The wedding went off without a hitch. Well, one hitch. Ours. The Lyndon and his Ladybird are legal in the eyes of God now. Whew...Our kids dodged that one.

Planning and executing a wedding is as hard as it seems. However, just like anything else in life, you put into it what you get out of it.

Since I’ve had a little bit of time to breathe, here are a few things I learned:


1. Your mother will cry, no matter how strong she is the rest of the time.
2. You will cry no matter how strong you are the rest of the time.
3. Enjoying the company of your new extended family is an unparalleled blessing.
4. People will tell you who to invite and who not to invite, despite the fact that you didn’t invite the information.
5. In the end, it all comes together.
6. Strangers buy you bottles of champagne because they’re happy for you.
7. Weddings separate true friends and family from the mere hangers-on.
8. Money!
9. Presents!
10. Spreading ten pallets of mulch is hard, yet rewarding. Kind of like marriage.
11. Jokes about losing your virginity were funny the first 100 times.
12. Fart jokes, however, are always funny.
13. ‘Me So Horny’ is not an appropriate song for the dance floor.
14. Digital cameras are the best thing to happen to photography.
15. Winning twenty bucks by NOT smashing cake in your bride’s face is great for you, but makes you think less of the guy that made the bet.
16. All items have a price. Attaching the words “Wedding”, “Bride”, or “Groom” to the item, makes it four times more expensive.

Special thanks to Samuel Johnson for the shots of vodka and the ‘Glad Girls’ spin on his radio show. He’s an urbane cowboy if I ever met one.

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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Ten Daze



Ten days. In ten days I’ll be married. After all the preparation and painting and planning and mulching, it’ll be over with. The actual event will most likely be bittersweet as the Ladybird and I move on to another stage of our life, our first as a married couple.
I’m excited about the wedding. I’m even more excited when, a month later, I’ll have a week and a half of beach time. No pets to clean up after. No work to deal with. No homework; just my new bride, myself and the Complete Works of Shakespeare. I think I’ll bring my guitar too.

I can’t wait. I’m glad I only have to do this once. Marriage, that is. I hope to have more than one more vacation.

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Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Partial-Birth Hilarity

Sometimes we forget about the real victims of abortion: The singing fetuses from heaven.

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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

The Audacity of Travel

My commute time to work has increased four-fold. What used to take ten minutes now takes 40-45. There are distinct disadvantages, but one advantage is that I get the opportunity to catch up on music that I haven’t been able to listen to and podcasts I love, as well as audiobooks and lectures I’ve been meaning to delve into.


My commute to school will be even longer, but since that’s way in the future (A.W. = After Wedding) I haven’t even given it much thought.

Hopefully I can engineer my schedule so I only have to get to class two times per week.

I’ve amassed many hours of good stuff to listen to. I have some philosophy lectures and other lectures on religion. I have some techy stuff I enjoy and some audiobooks that I am looking forward to tackling.

I’ve been on a presidential kick as of late. I’ve listened to both of Barack Obama’s books (Audacity of Hope and Dreams From my Father), Clinton’s autobiography (My Life) and I’m currently getting through 36 discs of Team of Rivals by Doris Kearns Goodwin, which chronicles Lincoln and his opponents during his run for president.

In the world of B.W. (Before the Wedding), life is humming along at a nice pace. There’s certainly a lot of work to be done yet, but ol’ Lyndon and his Ladybird are rockin’ this shit. It should be a fun party.

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