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Harry Potter Revisions and Responses

February 28, 2007

Okay, I guess I really struck some nerves this week; I should try to write about Harry Potter more often. Seriously, some of the comments are like their own editorial articles — there was even one person who wrote his own top 5 in his comment. If you haven’t read any of the comments, you should; some very worthwhile things were said. I figured it would be easiest to respond to all the suggestions/criticisms in a new post, since people generally aren’t in the habit of reading the “comments” section (with the exception of three or so people who comment regularly themselves).

Now, time to respond to criticisms about my picks/writing style:

Complaint 1: I use too many metaphors/analogies, in mixed realms of culture, that made my post difficult to understand.

Using constant analogies and metaphors is just my style. I like it, and I’m not going to stop doing it. I realize not all of my readers are fans of Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Grey’s Anatomy, European History, American Football, and whatever else I referenced. However, in my defense, I feel that I explain each concept that I am trying to convey before coining an analogy. In the mentioned John Elway reference, it was not directly stated, but I felt that it was implied that Elway is famous for fourth-quarter comebacks. I felt that the reference was pertinent and consistent with the running American football analogy I had going. For those of you who don’t understand American football, when I say Voldemort is winning by six touchdowns, that means he’s winning by a lot. Incidentally, there are six books in the series thusfar, meaning Voldemort “scored” in each of the six books, while the good guys, with a score of 0, have done essentially nothing. I don’t want to have to write condescending explanations such as the one I just wrote; I like to give my reader’s more credit than that. Therefore I leave my analogies only partially explained, but like I said, the idea I am trying to illustrate should at least be implied. So, I’m going to keep writing how I write, and if my analogies don’t seem clear, pay very close attention to the context (or in worst case, use wikipedia).

Complaint #2: My Hitler comparison was uncalled for/inaccurate.

Let me address some of the reasons given that the Hitler appeasement scenario is supposedly quite different and unfitting for comparison. 1)The term “appeasement” was attributed in hindsight. Ok, but remember I am the one making the comparison, and I am a third party reader, reading about events written in past tense. How is my perspective any different from hindsight? 2)Germany began taking back what was originally German territory, which others didn’t see as that big of a deal. Voldemort began with attempts to reclaim his body, which if I remember right, was originally his. This was actually kind of a big deal, so I guess the complaint is half right. 3)The memory of World War I was fresh in everyone’s minds, making them reluctant to fight. The memory of Voldemort’s first reign of terror and fear of the Death Eaters are fresh in everyone’s minds, and this fear makes them reluctant to fight Voldemort, or even speak his name. How is that different? Yes, World War I disillusionists were afraid of war itself, not Germany, but the characters in the book fear conflict with Voldemort as much as they fear the wizard himself, especially when he doesn’t have his body. 4)Germany was weak, then allowed to become strong. Voldemort was nearly killed. HE HAD NO BODY!!! If that’s not weakened, I don’t know what is. This was my original point of comparison; this was why I chose the appeasement scenario as an analogy for how the good guys shirked their Voldemort-stopping duties. It also shows the realism of the book; the characters in the book (ministry of magic, etc.) react in the way real world leaders have reacted in the face of threats.

Complaint #3: Hagrid Deserves a place in the Top 5 (or at least honorable mention).

Right on. I don’t know how the hell I forgot Hagrid. It was callous and ignorant on my part. Seriously, if you haven’t done so already, read Evan’s comments about Hagrid. He basically covers almost all of the things I would have said about Hagrid had I included him in my first Top 5 list. He does make and eat MAN-pastries (aka rock cakes), and in terms of the physical, non-magic side of things, he probably is the most badass main character the books have to offer. He oozes masculinity like Aram’s sister oozes hot. And frankly, I’m less disappointed in him for being a stupid animal-lover and almost feeding Ron and Harry to Aragog than I am at Dumbledore for never realizing his awesomeness potential. So really, Hagrid deserves to be ranked ahead of Dumbledore.

Other notes about my numbered picks: Ginny still deserves a spot in my top 5, and while I can’t move her up, as has been requested, Dumbledore won’t bump her out. I am not moving Sirius. I never meant to imply that he was a purely good character. Han Solo is a slimy gambler/con before joining the side of good, but his “bad boy” side adds to his intrigue as a character/sex appeal. Sirius is the same way. He’s from a nasty, racist family, he was a bully growing up in school, but loyalty to a friend whom Voldemort killed brought him over definitively to the good side. To answer the allegations that he hasn’t endured as much as Lupin, I say this: He was framed for the murder of his best friend and forced to live in Azkaban. Upon becoming the first person to ever escape from Azkaban, he is forced to live out the remainder of his life as a fugitive after almost being kissed by a dementor. You’re saying he hasn’t endured as much as Lupin? I disagree, sir. True, he does end up dead, but I blame this more on JK Rowling than I do on any mistakes on Sirius’s part. Finally, I’m not moving Neville. Yes, he may be incompetent, but the competent is going to come out. I can feel it. He’s already made significant steps toward less-sucky in the fifth and sixth books, I just know he’s gonna be awesome in the seventh.

Anyway, here’s the revised list of my top 5:

Dishonorable mentions: same as before.

Honorable Mention: Remus Lupin. He was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Hogwarts ever had. He’s also a werewolf, which is pretty badass. He almost killed Snape, which is even more badass. He also doesn’t screw up as often as other good guys. I’m not that interested in his love story/sexual tensions, but he is a very sympathetic character.

Runner Up: Dumbledore

5. Ginny Weasley

4. Rubeus Hagrid (either #4, or tied for #3 with Sirius)

3. Sirius Black

2. Voldemort

1. Neville

In all honesty, this list could get revised again. All the characters are good in their own ways, and it makes the ranking process quite difficult. I’m sure this list is still quite dissastisfying to many people out there, but what can I say, deal with it. I hope, at the least, that I have adequately defended my comparisons and analogies. See you all on Friday. Tootles.

Top 5 Harry Potter Characters

February 27, 2007

So I decided to do my Harry Potter posts this week. Note that for purposes of this post I am only ranking characters as they appear in the books, not in the movies. If I were ranking movie characters, Hermione probably would have made the top 5 due to bonus points for hotness. Dare I say she would have “rounded out my top 5?” Anyway, there were some very difficult decisions to be made here, and I think that this week more than any week could be a week that engenders complaints from my audience, because there are many worthy characters in the book series who did not make my list (Kingsley Shacklebolt, for example, who should totally be played by Samuel L. Jackson in the films). Like I said in my first blog, if a convincing case is made that I should change my rankings, I will seriously consider it. For now, however, this is the best I can put together, so on to the list:

Dishonorable Mention: Snape.

Honestly, what a tool. I mean, I realize you’re probably not supposed to like him, it’s all probably part of some greater plan spinning in the mind of JK Rowling, and if that’s her intention, then I must say, she’s done a damn good job of creating a hallmark literary douchebag. I’ve heard the rumors. I know people think that Snape is an incognito good guy and everything; frankly, it doesn’t make any difference. If Snape is a good guy, he is a sniveling, whiney, hypocrite of a good guy. If he’s truly evil, well, kudos to him for getting the drop on Dumbledore, but he’s still a sniveling, whiney hypocrite of a bad guy. The fact that Dumbledore likes him shows true magnanimity on Dumbledore’s part. It’s a real “what you do unto the least of my brethren” scenario, because Snape certainly is the among the least of anyone’s brethren. In fact, if I could, I would demote him to some kind of sub-brethren status. JK Rowling tried to build sympathy for Snape in the 5th book when Harry goes into the pensieve and sees James, Lupin, and Sirius all picking on Snape, and she even tried to build respect for his power by building up his image as the “Half-Blood Prince” and all that. I’m having none of it. Who cares if he was picked on? Does he not foster and encourage the same treatment of Neville now that he’s an adult? He has no right to bitch about his treatment at the hands of bullies like James Potter given the way he favors people like Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. He also failed completely as an Occlumency teacher, and then blamed it on Harry just because he dislikes his dad. Oh, and he’s supposed to be all smart and stuff, but he failed to notice for an entire school year Bartemius Crouch was stealing his potion reserves to make Polyjuice Potion. What now? Incompetent, and a hypocrite. Probably wouldn’t make my top 5 worst literary characters of all time, but still a douche.

Dishonorable Mention #2: Harry in the fifth book.

Harry is the essential Luke Skywalker/Frodo Baggins/Peter Parker character of the series. You’re not really supposed to like him, he’s the reluctant hero who starts of as a whiny little bitch and then grows into something more. You’re impressed by how he’s progressed at the end, so you think you like him, but you still prefer characters like Han Solo or Gollum. However, there is one problem in the development of Harry’s Character, and this problem is called Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Honestly, I can’t think of a more effective way to destroy any likeability of a hero than the first 90 pages of that book. True, Harry saves Dudley from the dementor, but that’s about the only positive thing he does. I realize he was bored, and he hates the Dursleys and everything, but does he have to take it out on Ron and Hermione? No, he doesn’t. That’s what tools do. Sure, be an angsty teenager, whine about how hard your life is, but at least be a decent human being to your best friends. Otherwise, you’re like, Snape or something. I tire of this, let’s move on to the positive.

5. Ginny Weasley

A beacon of hope and girl power to the world. A fiesty spellcaster, an accomplished Quidditch player, and according to the books, laden with good looks and sass. Doesn’t take any crap from anyone, even Harry, and bounced back admirably from being possessed by Voldemort. She deserves mad respect. She might be higher on this list, but I was disappointed in her acceptance of Harry’s whining at the end of Book 6. He pulled the “we have to break up because I’m gonna go off and play hero and I don’t want to put you in danger” card, just like Peter Parker does at the end of Spider Man 1, and Ginny is just like “okay, I guess that’s why I love you”. LAME. Also out of character. She should have been like, “Whiny, get me a danish!”, and then followed that up with, “No, I will not let you break up with me just to further this image of loner hero that you seem to have of yourself. Do you not realize that your friends have already saved your life umpteen times, and you don’t amount to Bantha Fodder without us?” (OK, maybe she could leave the Star Wars lingo out, but you get my point). Mary Jane does it in Spider Man 2, and she’s not even as cool as Ginny Weasley. I’m still holding out hope that Ginny will rectify the situation in Book 7.

4. Albus Dumbledore

Could have been number 1 on this list. Could have been the Gandalf of the Harry Potter Series. But he’s dead, and he hasn’t even done anything all that impressive yet. For being “the only person Voldemort ever feared”, I need to see more out of him for him to live up to the hype. I mean, Gandalf fought the Balrog. THE BALROG!!! Did you see the scenes from the movies? They were sweet! He also squared of with Saruman, saved the day against the trolls in The Hobbit, saved the day at Helm’s Deep (I realize that might only be in the movies and not the books…still, so many impressive feats). You get the feeling in the Harry Potter series that Dumbledore’s power is lurking somewhere behind the scenes, waiting to be unleashed in Gandalf-like fashion. But it never does. Yeah, people are intimidated by him. Yeah, he destroys a piece of Voldemort’s soul. Yeah, he can turn back time, and figures out the mysteries of the third and fourth books. But where is his Balrog? The closest thing is in Book 5 when the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters are fighting, and he shows up and takes people out. I mean, Harry can top that; at least he killed the basilisk. But Dumbledore’s dead now, and can only offer guidance from beyond. He’s been demoted from Gandalf to Obi-wan Kenobi status. And trust me, he is dead. It may have been by his own design as some greater plan, but he’s dead. They buried him, and if I remember correctly, he’s now in the portraits in the headmaster’s office where all the dead headmasters are. It would have been nice to see him take down some really impressive monsters before he went. For shame.

3. Sirius Black

Solid, rebellious good guy character. Kind of like the Han Solo of the Harry Potter Series, except for no Chewbacca, and the whole role-model relationship he has with Harry. Even though he’s Harry’s godfather, you get the feeling that paternity doesn’t really suit him. I mean, sure, he’s protective, and loyal, and other things you would want in a father, but you can’t picture Sirius really settling down and doing the job properly. He wants to be in on the action, which is why he is always sneaking around in his dog form. By the way, I think it’s totally awesome that he can turn into a pooch; that’s probably one of the biggest reasons he’s ranked so high. If I could turn into a dog, I would totally find a carpet in front of a very long mirror, and watch myself scooch my butt for like 20 yards. It would be hilarious. One complaint, though: Not that this is in any way Sirius’s fault, but was his death really necessary? I mean, I’m not even sure what happened to him. There was the funny arch thing that gave everyone a funny feeling, then Sirius got knocked through it, and all of a sudden everyone was just like, “Harry, you have to let him go.” That seems to me like a pretty lame way to die. Doesn’t a character as cool as Sirius at least deserve the respect of knowing what it is that killed him? Don’t we, as readers, deserve to know in a little more detail how Sirius died? Where does the arch lead? Is his soul now trapped somewhere? Is there any chance he could come back? Is he in the Matrix? I mean, in my mind it’s way more likely that Sirius is alive than Dumbledore. Dumbledore was hit by Avada Kedavra. Sirius fell into some weird mysterious archway. One of those things is proven to kill people. The other one is just stupid and unexplained. C’mon, JK, you can do better than that. This is another thing I hope gets explained in Book 7.

2. Tom Marvolo Riddle (aka I AM LORD VOLDEMORT)

No great hero story is complete without a great villain, and while Voldemort may not be the greatest villain of all time, he’s got some pretty substantial badass qualities. First of all, anyone whose name is an anagram of “I AM MYSELF” is pretty sweet. Secondly, he’s the only person in the entirety of the first 6 books with consistent competence, willpower, and intestinal fortitude. Maybe that’s why everyone fears him. He’s like the Keyser Sose of the Harry Potter series — he discovered that all it takes to succeed as a bad guy is the will to do what the other guy won’t, like tearing your soul into 7 pieces to make yourself practically immortal. What surprises me a little bit is that no one on the good side ever thinks to stop him, even when they can. It’s like Hitler during the era of appeasement. “If we stand up to him, we might have to fight, heaven forbid. Let’s just give him the Rhineland. And Czechoslovakia. And Poland. Oh, no, he’s beginning a reign of terror! How could this possibly have happened?” I mean, let’s take a look at what has happened since book 1, shall we? Avada Kedavra rebounded on Voldemort, stripping him of his power and nearly killing him. As book 6 would have us believe, Dumbledore knew or at least suspected that Voldemort was tearing his soul. Why was there no effort to at least find and destroy some of the pieces while Voldemort was incapacitated? I know that Harry is the one who is supposed to kill Voldemort according to the almighty prophecy, but why not give Harry a head start? Instead, the good guys bide their time, let Voldemort possess Ginny Weasley, kidnap Harry, restore his body, reassemble the Death Eaters, convert the dementors, and recommence a reign of terror. Current score: Voldemort 36, Good guys 0. (Voldemort has had six touchdowns, but the good guys are comforting themselves that they stopped his two-point conversions). Even if Harry is somehow related to John Elway, I’m not sure how he’s going to engineer this fourth-quarter comeback.

1. Neville Longbottom

The real hero of the Harry Potter series. He’s more sympathetic than Harry. Sure, Harry’s parents were killed by Voldemort, but Neville’s parents were tortured into insanity. Which would be worse, your parents actually being dead, or wishing they were dead because they are a constant burden, they don’t even recognize you, and the mere sight of them is a constant reminder of the terrible tragedy that befell your family? It’s the same moral dilemma faced by Meredith Grey’s Anatomy, only Neville doesn’t try to soothe his inner pain by having sex with everyone. Neville pushes on, moves forward, in spite of constant torment and bullying at school, in spite of his shaky magic skills, in spite of all of the odds stacked against him. He never lashes out or whines like Harry. Regardless of whether it’s in his power to do so, he always tries to do the right thing. He is a good friend to his housemates in Griffyndor, and a proud example of what the Order of the Phoenix is all about. Sure, he hasn’t done anything that incredible yet, but believe me, it’s coming. It has to. One of these days, Alice, BANG! ZOOM! Neville’s just gonna bust out, and it’s gonna be incredible. No one can be crapped on as much as Neville without losing it at some point. Wait, maybe that’s not entirely accurate. If Neville were in love with a girl that treated him like crap, I suppose he could go on enduring it, to the bewilderment of all of his friends. However, since that’s not the case, I see Neville’s path going in one of two ways: 1) His bottled rage gives him Hulk-like super powers and he takes out hundreds of Death Eaters simultaneously. 2) His rage consumes him, and he is swung to the dark side — if this happens, God help us all.

Well, that rounds out today’s top 5. This is last call for possible Harry Potter endings; send them by comment or by email, and soon, because I write the top 5 endings post on Friday. Until then, I solemnly swear I’m up to no good. Tootles.

Top 5 Reasons PC is better than Mac

February 25, 2007

Okay, so the title of this Top 5 might be a little misleading. When I say “PC is better than Mac”, I’m not talking about the computers themselves. I wouldn’t want to offend any of those Mac users out there who are married to their “superior” computers with their abominable one-button mice. I realize that macs have a lot of positive qualities. I hear they are better for A/V stuff, they don’t get viruses, and most importantly, they look cool. If Macs weren’t great computers on the pioneering edge of computer technology, they wouldn’t cost almost twice as much as PC’s. Important note: Anyone who says Macs don’t freeze is a dirty liar. Lots of people have told me, “Macs never freeze or crash or any of those things that you have to worry about with PC’s,” and it’s just not true. I’ve worked with many Macs in my day, in the language lab, for the art department, and in the other assorted computer labs on campus when all the PC’s were taken, and believe me, they freeze, and they crash. In fact, I believe that this kind of lie is such a problem that they should modify the old saying to read thusly: “There are four kinds of lies — lies, damned lies, statistics, and blatantly unrealistic mac favoritism.”

But onto the subject of today’s top 5, I’m not talking about the computers themselves, but about the characters who represent the respective computers in the recent Mac advertising campaign. Featuring Justin Long as “Mac” and John Hodgman as “PC”, the two characters square off in bouts of witty verbal banter in an attempt to present Macs as “cool”, “hip”, and “with it” (tuck-a tuck-a tuck-a….) as opposed to their PC counterparts, which are “nerdy”, “uncool”, and “pie charts”. There is only one problem: PC is so much infinitely cooler than Mac that I find the entire advertising campaign thoroughly unconvincing. Here are my top 5 reasons why Mac is shooting themselves in the foot with this whole charade:

5. Justin Long doesn’t make a convincing “cool kid”.

I can’t fault Macintosh for hiring two likeable comic actors for their series of humorous advertisements, but they need to think about how they fill their roles if they want to have token cool and uncool characters. They could have gone with a tried and tested duo, like Jon Favreau and Vince Vaughn, who worked this dynamic well in movies like “Swingers”. These actors may have cost too much, or been unavailable, and I certainly don’t fault Mac advertising for wanting to come up with something original, but really, if they want to have a healthy foil between cool and uncool, they need to make sure they get the cool half of the equation right. Since when has Justin Long been good at playing the cool guy? I suppose they were trying to build him up as an alternative cool in that movie “Accepted”, but I didn’t see that movie, because it didn’t look interesting or convincing. Justin Long is at his best when he’s playing the loveable nerdy kid on Ed, and has found similar loveable nerdy roles in films such as “Galaxy Quest”, “Dodgeball”, and the like. But loveable-nerdy doesn’t make a good foil with uncool-nerdy; in fact, the two personality descriptions share the word “nerdy” (not trying to be condescending or point out the obvious, just throwing that out there). Just to set the record straight, I have nothing against Justin Long, I just don’t think he should aspire to be some kind of John Travolta/Clint Eastwood/Samuel L. Jackson/Insert other quintessential “cool” actor here. Perhaps they could have gone with Ryan Reynolds? That guy is also funny, but in a cooler way. He single-handedly saved Blade Trinity with his comic relief. I’m just saying, get your cool straight.

4. PC is just so freakin’ adorable.

It is already QED that the Mac advertising people screwed the pooch with the “cool” half of their cool/uncool dynamic; now let’s look at how they messed up the “uncool” half. To put a nerdy, workaholic face on PC, the Mac think tank chose John Hodgman, author of Areas of My Expertise, and frequent guest on The Daily Show. On the surface, he’s a perfectly logical choice; he’s a bit pudgy, wears glasses, seems to be quite comfortable in a three-piece suit, etc. It’s like if you were to walk into a library trying to find out about Darwinian Evolution, and you were to find a book whose cover read, “Everything You Need to Know about Darwinian Evolution”. You might think you had the right book, until you opened the cover and found out that the author of said book was Anne Coulter. Note: this comparison is in no way likening John Hodgman to Anne Coulter; it was rather just a way to spice up the whole “book by its cover” analogy. Why, you might say, is John Hodgman a cool book with a nerdy cover? Well, as previously mentioned, he is a regular guest on The Daily Show, one of the greatest television shows of all time. That alone gives him enough street cred for me to consider him a pretty cool cat. Also, my friend Anna has read his book, The Areas of My Expertise, and the sections that she has quoted me have all been pretty hilarious. Actor aside, PC’s character as established in the commercials is just very sympathetic. When he dresses up to avoid spyware, or when he can’t get out of his box, because part of him is in another box, I just wanna give him a hug. When he breaks down his vacation time into a pie chart of “hang out time” and “just kicking it”, I want to give him a high five. In short, PC, as played by John Hodgman, is sweetness personified. He’s on a coolness level with Nestor Matthews, or Peter Kuhlman (who has “Cool Man” right in his name!). Mac commercials make me want to buy a PC, just so I can give it a hug and ask for its autograph.

3. Mac’s intolerable air of superiority

Now, I know that the whole point of this series of commercials is to prove that Macs are better than PC’s, and many of the points made by the commercials are indeed valid, but from a personal or dialogic perspective, isn’t it annoying when someone tells you that they’re better than you all the time? It’s kinda like when I took Organic Chemistry my sophomore year at Denison, and the professor constantly talked about how much better Notre Dame students were than Denison students. I mean, even if she was right, if she wasn’t doing anything to remedy the situation, there was nothing to be gained by persistently ragging on the body of students that she had to teach. It’s like this girl in my Psychology class my junior year, who made constant references to the research she performed at Stanford. There was no point to the constant rubbing in; other students in the class all knew that Stanford was a good school, but once you’ve heard about Stanford enough times, it ceases to be impressive, and begins to be annoying. If you’re better than someone, go out and prove it. Don’t just talk yourself up all the time. No one is impressed. I realize that in the commercials, Apple has no way other than words to get their message out to the public, so they are kinda forced to talk themselves up, but the unfortunate side effect of this is that the character representing their computers in their commercials is a dick.

2. Mac’s miscorrection of the use of “touché”

There are few things in this world more irritating than when someone condescending and superior corrects you about something. One of these few things is when someone condescending and superior corrects you about something, and is, in fact, wrong. Such is the case in the Mac commercial where Mac and PC dispute the meaning/use of the word “touché”. Basically, Mac is bragging about how sweet he is again, and PC decides to concede a point to him by saying, “Oh, touché.” Mac tells PC he’s not using it right, because apparently you can only say “touché” to someone when they’ve made a counterpoint to a point you’ve already made, and he snidely adds, “You haven’t made a point yet.” The thing is, touché comes from fencing, and it signifies a point — litterally translated from French, touché means “touched”, meaning someone made contact with their blade, and thus scored a point. Nothing in the fencing analogy, and nothing I have ever read, indicates anything about a prerequisite counterpoint in order to be able to proclaim touché. You can simply mean, “good point”, or “point acknowledged”. Basically, PC was right, and Mac’s an idiot.

1. Two buttons on the mouse

Ok, so I know I said that this post wasn’t about the computers themselves, and maybe I lied a little bit. I hope this doesn’t ruin my credibility or ethos or whatever. But really, you’ve gotta have two buttons on the mouse. This is the 21st century, for crying out loud! What kind of computer company really thinks they can get away with selling computers with only one button on the mouse? I know, you can ctrl+click, or you can buy special two-button mice for your Mac separately. But that’s like saying, “yes our car has no airbags or anti-lock brakes, but you can get those if you buy them separately, or if you get the deluxe package.” The things should come freakin’ standard! Even laptop mice (the annoying touchpad thing) have two buttons standard now on PC’s (mine even has a scrool button function). The more buttons on the mouse, the better, I say. I like the ones with two buttons, a scrool wheel, and then two extra buttons on the side to use as “forward” and “back” buttons when you’re surfing.  When Mac comes out with a commercial where Mac tells me that Macs now come standard with a two-button mouse, complete with scroll wheel, PC says, “touché”, and Mac keeps his big mouth shut, maybe I will consider buying a Mac. Until then, I’m sticking with my virus-ridden, crash-prone, adorable Dell. I’m gonna give it a hug as soon as I stop typing this.

Well, that rounds out my make-up Top 5 for the weekend. By Tuesday I should be back on schedule and ready to resume my usual Tuesday-Friday rotation. Will I do Harry Potter this week? Wait and see. Tootles.

Top 5 things about my visit to England

February 24, 2007

Ok, so it’s Friday, and time for another thrilling installment of Curtis’s Top Fives! For those of you who were paying attention, I still haven’t made up for the one that I missed on Tuesday, but I promise I will. Being on vacation just screws up my routine. Even when I have more than enough time to do everything I want to do, I somehow don’t get it done. Vacation just turns me into a vacuous void of unproductivity and procrastination (I can’t think of a synonym for either of those words that begins with a V to keep with the alliteration. Then again, not all of us can be as copious with our V words as that dude from V for Vendetta. That was just excessive). Anyway, since this is the first Top 5 I’ve written since being back from England, I figured it would be fitting to talk about the top 5 things that I experienced in the land of Red Coats, Fish and Chips, and proper (fruity?) accents. You know you’re going to have a good time when you go to a country that produced such fun and amazing things as the steam engine, parliamentary government, colonialism, and Erasure. Let me tell you, I was far from disappointed. Here are just a few of the amazing things I experienced:

5. Bacon sandwiches

These are exactly what they sound like…DELICIOUS. It’s just bacon on bread. So simple, but so satisfying. The way I had them prepared specifically was bacon and butter on whole wheat toast. One of the greatest breakfasts of all time. You can also add condiments if you wish. One of the two mornings I partook of this divine culinary invention, I was fortunate enough to discover the other English invention of “Brown Sauce”. Hold on, my American friends, I know what you’re thinking. Brown Sauce doesn’t sound like something you want to put on your food — it sounds more like something you’d look up on urbandictionary.com. Really, though, it’s pretty good; it’s basically like A1 steak sauce, only a little less smoky. Kind of like a tart barbecue sauce. Nothing dirty, I promise. It even made the bacon sandwich better, if that’s actually possible. I’m not sure about that yet. It’s like, once you’ve reached a certain level of culinary brilliance, can you actually get better? It’s like crossing an asymptote; there is space on the graph to do it, but conceptually it just looks impossible. I don’t know. I’ll think hard about it and get back to you.

4. Sainsbury’s

This is essentially a chain of yuppie grocery stores. They are all over London; kinda like the equivalent of Jewel-Osco in Chicagoland, only much, much nicer. They have quite a nice ambiance, and a great deal of organic foods. They are almost like Whole Foods in some ways, but their frequency and (relative) price make them seem like a standard grocery store. Keep in mind that London in really, really, ridiculously expensive, so I have no doubt that Sainsbury’s is every bit as expensive as Whole Foods, but anywhere you buy your food in London will be at least as expensive as Whole Foods, even if you’re just buying a kebab, or fish and chips. The fact that a store like that could be the standard grocery store in London is pretty sweet in my opinion. I also have a soft spot in my heart for Sainsbury’s because I was fighting a cold the whole time I was in England, and thus needed to pound fluids. Sainsbury’s was the cheapest place I could find 2L bottles of water; they were only 42 pence a bottle (even in dollars, that’s like 80 cents — not bad!) They also have amazing bread, cheddar cheese, and stuffed grape leaves. Any place with food that good deserves a place in somebody’s top 5.

3. Crazy Chinese thing in the British Museum

This thing was amazing. I’m not even sure how to describe it. I’ll try to figure out how to put pictures on my blog, and then you can all see a picture of it, because I’m not sure that even a thousand of my words would approach the sweetness achieved in the visualization of this artistic masterpiece. It’s a statue, and as I recall it was in the “Life and Death” exhibit on the first floor of the British museum. If I’m right about what exhibit it was a part of, that means it has cultural significance for some sort of life-affirming or death-respecting ritual, in Asia somewhere (I’m pretty sure it was Chinese, but mostly I remember that it was awesome). To give my best effort to describe what it looks like, I would say it is a man-sized, bug-eyed, sharp-toothed, retarded teddy bear. Maybe retarded isn’t the right word. Eccentric, maybe? I’ll try to get the picture online soon so you can all see what I’m talking about.

2. KENNY!!!!!

If you know me, you know that I have a serious soft spot for dog (possibly even bigger than my soft spot for food). Kenny is a chocolate laborador who belongs to Vicky Emmett, an English assitant who had me up to her house for the weekend to celebrate her birthday. He is an amazing canine specimen, full of a kind of special woobser-esque quality that is found almost exclusively in laborador retrievers. Kenny possesses many of the qualities I look for in a dog: he is affectionate without jumping up, he is excitable but not prone to barking, and he has adorable puppy eyes. Like every great laborador I’ve ever met, Kenny loves to ride in the car, mostly because he hates being left behind. I got to go on a car ride with him downtown, and he waited very patiently while we were in the store, although he looked very lonely and folorn when we got back to the car. When we got home, we accidentally forgot about him left him in the car for another 30 minutes. He was very gracious about the whole thing; not one bark, not one grudge held, just utter jubilation to get out of the car and rejoin the company of everyone in the house. What a sweetie. I miss him already.

1. The people

The longer I live, and the more places I visit, the more I’m convinced that the single biggest factor that affects my enjoyment of any place is the people I hang out with while I’m there. When I think about what I miss the most about Denison, it’s always friends and professors. When I think about my experiences in Nantes and Le Mans, I think mostly about the other students or assistants in my program. Likewise, even though I was only in England for a week, what will most likely stand out in my mind as I look back at my visit is the people I hung out with and the good times we had together. Here are the highlights:

The mystery bus driver: see previous post — “The Bus Incident”

Denison peeps: It is always cool to see Denison people outside of school. It’s actually kind of weird seeing them in Europe, but in a totally cool way. A few Denison friends came to visit me in Le Mans, and we had a blast. Similarly in London, 5 of us mobbed our friend Cora, who is completing a 1-year Master’s program in London. She was very hospitable, and worked around her classes to make time to meet us and show us around London. It’s always nicer to travel when you know someone in the area who can tell you were all the cool places are.

LSE peeps: I left London with a few new facebook friends, grad students from the London School of Economics, where Cora is studying. Here’s the rundown:

Harveen: looks like an Indian Katie Holmes; has a “pigment dance”. Good times.

Jeff: Studied at IES Nantes, passionate Colbert Report Enthusiast. Small world.

Emil: Most eloquent drunk person I have ever spoken to. Seriously, it was like a GRE vocab course in a drunken conversation.

Skipton peeps: This group mostly comprises Vicky, her family and friends. Her parents were super-hospitable, and adept folk musicians. They knew “Will the Circle Be Unbroken”!!! No one in Europe knows that song!!! Anyway, they were pretty sweet. Vicky’s sister and brother-in-law were fellow video game enthusiasts; we had stirring conversations about WOW and Smash Bros. Also had a great time chilling with Vicky’s friends from University, Nick, Cheryl, and Laura. Played an interesting game of “Never Have I Ever”, and just had interesting conversations about school, sex, and life.

David Palliser: This was one of those crazy occurences that you wonder how they happened, but are nonetheless grateful and blown away by how great things turned out. I knew David back in elementary school when my family lived in Brussels, Belgium. He was best friends with my twin brother Evan at the time, and went looking for him on myspace. Evan doesn’t have a myspace profile, but my brother Craig does, and so David got into contact with our family through him, and Evan sent me an email about two weeks before I went up to England. Through myspace messages, emails, and text messages, I arranged a meeting with David downtown, and we went out to a pub, and spent the entire night just catching up and talking about what has happened in our lives the past 14 years. We had so much to talk about, and so many common tastes and interests, I felt like I could have talked to him for a week. It’s one of those things that just makes you wonder, “if circumstances had been more geographically favorable, I wonder if we would have just stayed best friends the whole time”. Also one of those things that makes you want to get more responsible about emailing habits, maintaining contacts, etc. We’ll see how that pans out.

OK, that rounds out this top 5, stay tuned for the next installment that should be coming some time this weekend. Till then, you stay classy, Planet Earth. Tootles

The Bus Incident

February 20, 2007

Hey, I’m back! Did you miss me? I thought so. Anyway, after a week in Jolly Old England, I’m back in the saddle and ready to start anew with my bloggery.  I know that Tuesdays are normally a Top 5 day, but I felt like this story needed to be told first (I’ll make up today’s Top 5 tomorrow or Thursday).  Anyway, on to the story:

So, as many of you know, I spent the last week in England on vacation. I spent 4 days in London, followed by 2 days in the greater Leeds area, followed by an overnight return to London, from where I flew home. I journeyed between Leeds and London via a service known as Megabus, which is less than half expensive as the train when booked in advance, but given the state of traffic in England, probably takes twice as long. The trip was scheduled for four and a half hours each way, but took slightly over five and a half on my way up to Leeds. These details aren’t really that important; the point is that it’s a freakin’ long time to spend on a bus, so you relish the time you have at the gas station/rest area to stretch, buy food, go to the bathroom, etc. On each trip, we made one 10-minute stop in the middle of our journey. During this stop on the return trip,  I went to the gas station bathroom, and really wanted to get a drink, but I noticed the store was in another building. I walked over to this building, found a suitable beverage, and then got in line to pay. The line was moving particularly slowly, and I began to worry that I was approaching the 10-minute mark. I was really thirsty, however, and I remembered that the bus driver had counted heads when we stopped on the way up, so I figured even if I was a little late, there was no way the bus would leave without me. I was a paying customer, after all. I paid for my drink, and I walked out to where the bus was parked….er, uh, used to be parked. DAMMIT!!!!!

Where there used to be three buses, there was now one bus. More importantly, the bus that remained was not my bus. But given the fact that I was somewhere along the English highway halfway between Leeds and London, nowhere near anyone I knew, and with my luggage speeding off toward London in another bus, I figured I had nothing to lose by talking to the remaining bus driver. The following conversation ensued:

“Excuse me sir, was there a blue megabus just here a moment ago?”

“Yes, yes there was.”

“Did it just leave?”

“Yes it did.”

“DAMMIT! I mean, um, are you by any chance going to London?”

“Yes, we are, but you can’t get on my bus. We’re about to leave.”

“I’m really sorry, but I kinda have to get on this bus. Unless you know of any way that I can contact the bus that just left. I can pay you if you like.”

“Well, I suppose we have a few empty seats. Go ahead, get in. I’ll take you to London.”

A few minutes later, on the road, the driver had the presence of mind to ask me:

“Excuse me, sir, are your bags on that other bus?”

“Yes, they are.”

“So what are you going to do about that when you get to London?”

“I have no idea. I guess I’ll just search for them when we reach the coach station.”

“That might work. We should get to London at roughly the same time as the other bus. You might be able to find your bags at the station.”

As strange as it might seem, I wasn’t really panicked while any of this was going on. It all happened so fast that I didn’t really have much time to have any kind of emotional reaction. Literally from the time the Megabus stopped and let me off, to the time I was on the road in the other bus talking about how the hell I was going to get my bags back, maybe 20 minutes had passed, tops. I could have started to panic about my bags, but I figured there would always be time to freak out when I reached the coach station and my bags weren’t there. Fortunately for my sake, however, this situation never materialised. Another 15 minutes into my bus ride, the driver of my newly adopted bus had an idea:

” You know, at this next stop coming up off the highway, a lot of buses stop to change drivers at this time of day. Why don’t we just drive through the stop and check if we can find your bus there.”

By the grace of God (or at least the grace of someone really cool and English, like Gavin Rossdale), my bus had stopped to change drivers, and was still parked at the stop as we drove up to it. I had lost my comfy double seat; for the first half of the trip I had put my backpack in the seat next to mine so I could put my head on it and sleep. Somehow, however, the relief of being reunited with my luggage and on my way to London overruled any misgivings I had about the bastards who took advantage of my being abandoned in order to nick my seat. I talked to a group of girls from an English theater school on the way home. They laughed at the bewildered calm with which I recounted my dilemma, and told me that I was very lucky.

In retrospect, I guess I am pretty lucky. It’s not every day you get ditched by a bus in the middle of nowhere in a foreign country, only to catch said bus 35 miles down the road, thanks to quick thinking and a remarkably helpful bus driver. Everything happened so quickly, and I was so concerned with my own problems, I never even thought to ask the adopted bus driver’s name. Whoever he is, he is a model citizen, and I owe him an eternal debt of gratitude. If I knew his name, or anything about him, I would seriously consider buying him a really nice present, like a sweater, or glittens. But for now, he’ll just have to settle for this tribute of anonymous gratitude, like the tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Westminster Abbey, only much less heard of, and probably less aesthetically pleasing.

Anyway, British bus driver dude, whoever you are, you rock. I hope life treats you kindly, and I hope you have all you dream of, and I wish you joy and happiness, but above all this, I wish you love. Whitney Houston says it so much better than I ever could. To all you readers out there, I will always love you, too. Tootles.

Top 5 Embarrassing Language Moments

February 9, 2007

Today marks another Top 5 first. It is the first anecdotal top 5 I have written to date (I’m sure there will be others to follow). Anyway, I thought I would share some funny moments with you all about language screw-ups that I’ve either experienced or heard about recently. As I study French and live in France, all of these are French-oriented, but if you know ones in other languages feel free to send them to me or add them as comments. There are many possiblly embarassing problems that can arise when learning a foreign language. For example, the French distinguish between vowel sounds like “ou” and “u” in ways that anglophones don’t. This leads to problems such as when assistants say “merci beaucul” instead of “merci beaucoup” (essentially “thank you nice ass” instead of thank you very much”). But I have some specific stories of such situations that I hope you will all find amusing. And off we go…

5. ”Nick, you eat doggie-style…”

This one comes from my Madagascan friend Jean-Marc. I think he knew what he was saying, but that didn’t make it any less funny. We had been talking rapper lingo that evening, in particular the isms of Snoop Dog and Jay-Z. My friend Nick began eating off a plate using his hands rather than his silverware, so Jean-Marc told him he ate like a dog. Then he reconsidered his wording and came back with, “Nick, you eat doggy-style”. I’m not sure whether he was referencing Snoop or the sexual position (given our previous conversation I’m inclined to think the former), but either way I got a really good laugh out of it.

4. “I’m having some problems with blow jobs…”

This story was told to me by the husband of the woman who is responsible for all of the primary school assistants here in Le Mans. Apparently there was a female assistant here a few years back who was having some problems with her pipes leaking. She went to address the problem with her landlord, saying, “Excusez-moi, monsieur, mais j’ai quelques  problemes avec des pipes…”. What she was unfortunately unaware of is the fact that “pipes” is a french euphemism for “blow jobs”. Her landlord laughed at her, and she was horrified to find out a few days later what she had said to him. Just goes to show you the value of studying up on your dirty vocabulary.

3. “I’m gonna go have a douche….”

This story comes from Severine Piot, a Denison professor for whom I was a TA for 2 years. Severine is from Paris, but has a pretty solid level of english. However, when he worked at an American summer came some odd number of years ago, one of her fellow French counselors was less familiar with the intricacies of our language. As some of you may know, the French word for shower is “douche”, so when this young man decided to take a shower, he announced to everyone in the room, “I’m gonna go have a douche”. For British people who may be reading this blog, if you don’t know what a douche is, look it up on Wikipedia or something. I promise you, it’s hilarious.

2. “I know….DICK!!!!”

This story might have an artificially high ranking, but it gets bonus points for its recentness and cuteness factor. During one of my classes in Le Mans this year, we were going over descriptions of facial features. We were getting to rather obscure ones, such as “dimple” and “freckle”, and the students had never seen these words before, so they were having trouble guessing the words or their meanings. To help them out, the teacher started writing the words on the board one letter at a time. As she began to write the word “dimple”, she had made it through the first two letters when a particularly cute an enthusiastic girl in the front row yelled out, “I know….DICK!!!!!” She was so excited to answer the question she yelled it out so the whole class could hear. Ironically, I was the only one in the room with sufficient English knowledge to appreciate the humor of the situation, so an awkward situation involving my peals of laughter surrounded by silent but curious 11-year-olds ensued. The kids were sharp enough to realize what I was laughing at, so this prompted a good ten or twelve students to repeatedly ask, “What does dick mean?” The teacher said we weren’t going to discuss it in class, but I couldn’t help myself, so I quickly responded in French, “It’s not something you want on your face”. In retrospect, for posterity’s sake I hope that no-one heard me, but that was the most fun I’ve had in class in a while.

1. The Shower Snake

This one happened to me when I was studying abroad in Nantes. In France, shower heads are almost never fixed to the wall. They are always on the end of a long hose, and if you’re lucky there is a place to hang the shower head if you want the water to fall down onto you.  In our study abroad program, American students were often confused when they encountered a loose-hanging shower head that had to be held in one hand for the duration of the cleaning process. Our program directors recognized this and gave us a warning and advice on how to deal with French showers. Unfortunately for me, I was unaware that the program director is probably the only french person in the world who calls the shower head “le serpent de douche”, or shower snake. So anyway, I thought that was what French people called it, so when we had a conversation club meeting about culture shock, my culture shock story sounded a little weird to the French people who heard it. I said, “je trouve les douches en France un peu bizarre parce qu’il faut tenir le serpent pendant toute la douche”. Translated, it would sound like this. “French showers are a little weird for me, because you have to hold the snake the whole time.” I got a lot of weird looks, and knew instantly I had said something regrettable. The french students were like, “You hold the what in the shower?” So then I was awkwardly like, “you know, the thing the water comes out of,” and they gave me the more common french expression for showerhead, “le pommeau de douche”. Anyway, it’s always a good icebreaker when you’re meeting foreign people for the first time to tell them how you have to hold your snake when you’re in the shower. I highly reccomend it.

 Well, that rounds out another top 5 for the week; I probably won’t write any next week because I’ll be traveling about jolly old England during my February break. In any case, I look forward to the next round of top 5’s, next week or whenever that may be. Tootles.

Moral Question of the Day

February 8, 2007

So a friend of mine who is currently enrolled in medical school recently received an evaluation of his performance in one of the school’s programs. The evaluation was quite critical, but what bothered my friend more than any of the criticisms was the “strengths” section of the evaluation. The section read something like this (I’m paraphrasing from memory):

“This student tries really hard; he always tries his hardest even though it is nearly impossible for him to understand what’s going on around him. He always puts forth his best effort, even when he doesn’t succeed.”

I must admit, if I had received this evaluation, I would have been pretty pissed. This reads to me like one of the most backhanded compliments of all time. I think it does a better job of disparaging my friend than the criticisms in the “needs improvement section”. For those of you who don’t see my point, let me translate this compliment into non-candy-coated language:

“Wow, this kid really sucks at this. I mean, he’s gotta be borderline retarded. He tries as hard as he possibly can, and he still gets almost no positive results. There is no way this student is as bad at anything as he is at med school.”

That’s how it sounds to me, and that’s how I think it sounded to my friend. This leads to my moral question of the day:

Does the amount of effort we put into something affect the value of our end product or result?

From a totally subjective point of view, I would say it clearly does. In the example I just cited, it is worse (or at least more frustrating) to suck at something when you’re giving it your best effort (otherwise, at least you have the excuse that your lack of effort caused your sucking). In the same vein, when you’ve invested a lot of time and effort into something, it is generally more sastisfying when you succeed (or at least more of a relief).

But in the grand scheme of things, does this really matter? Hypothetical example: in a company meeting, two employees make presentations about directions they think the company should be heading. One employee spent a good thirty hours over the course of a week prepping his presentation, doing research, toying with Power Point preferences, anticipating questions, etc. However, when it gets to the day of the presentation he’s so nervous that he forgets important points, stammers when answering questions, and makes other such mistakes. Employee 2 spent 3-4 hours the night before putting his presentation together, but he is confident in his idea and capable of handling public speaking on the fly, and presents his ideas with confidence and clarity. Do you think the people in the board room evaluating the candidates will care who put more effort into their presentation?

Another way to think of it: Two athletes are competing for a starting spot on a basketball team. One is naturally gifted and takes his abilities for granted. The other is athletically uninclined and has to work for everything he gets. Athelete 1 parties, drinks, and stays out late, while athlete 2 watches tapes of himself, practices shooting in his driveway, sleeps with his ball in his arms, etc. On tryout day, Athlete 1 runs faster, jumps higher, makes a higher percentage of his shots and defensive stops than athlete 2. Who do you think will get the starting spot?

In high school, I used to pride myself on the fact that I could get the same grades as the other “smart kids” with only a fraction of the effort. To me, that was a form of proof that I was somehow smarter or better than they were.  Now, I’m less competitive, and I respect my fellow students who work hard for their grades.

Puritan American work ethic would tell us that anything good in life requires hard work. Other philosophies such as Taoism tell us that we should be like water flowing down a rock, taking the natural “way”, which in some ways resembles the proverbial path of least resistance. So do we have to try hard to be fulfilled? Or is trying hard only a way in which we try to make up for our shortcomings? Ideally, I would think that we would try to combine natural talent with effort in order to optimize our output, but in the end, which is more important? Is one or the other definitively more important? Something to think about.

Top 5 Things about Getting a Haircut

February 6, 2007

Given the serious and political nature of my last few posts, I figure I would go with something a little more lighthearted this week, just for a refreshing change of pace. I got a haircut last week (for 9.50 Euros, might I add), and I came out of the barber shop a very happy man. And it wasn’t just the simple joy of the fact that I found a place that will cut my hair for 9.50 when the average price of a haircut I see around town is 15 euros. No, it was more of an existential fulfillment, the kind that only a nice haircut can bring. So now, I wish to share with all of you, in Top 5 form, a little bit of the joy I feel, so that maybe one day you too can share in its magic. Here are the five most important things that make a haircut so special:

Honorable Metnion: The scalp massages you get when they shampoo your head first. 

These are terrific. Semi-orgasmic. Maybe even top 5-worthy. However, they aren’t technically part of the haircut. Don’t get me wrong; getting a scalp massage feels great, and it feels even better with warm water. But no hair is actually cut during the process, and since it happens before the haircut, it’s not really a result of the haircut. So I’m giving scalp massages honorable mention status. Besides, why wait for a haircut to get a scalp massage? Have a romantic partner (or friend with benefits) give you one. Then you’re spared the awkwardness of feeling momentarily sexually attracted to your barber or hairdresser.

5) Your head feels a good pound lighter.

Maybe this is just me, because I have a big head and very thick hair, but did you ever notice how your head feels so much lighter after a haircut? I’m sure it’s not actually a pound, and maybe the entire perception is psychosomatic, but after a haircut I feel like a jogger or power-walker who has just taken his wrist and ankle weights off. It seriously feels a lot lighter. I also feel like my head and scalp “breathe” better after a haircut. I don’t know if the air actually flows better to my scalp when there is less hair covering it, but it certainly feels invigorating. I don’t typically engage in trendy gossip and the like, but this just in: Haircuts are the new B12 shot. All the cool kids are doing it. Go get one.

4) That feeling on the sides and back of your head after they’ve used a buzzer attachment on it.

Admittedly, this category leaves girls out for the most part (unless they get very butch haircuts. But hey, if they do, more power to ‘em). But guys, you know what I’m talking about, and girls, you might know what I’m talking about if your guy friends ever share this delightful haircut bounty with you. Haven’t you ever rubbed your hand up the back of a guy’s head (most guys out there, assumedly your own) right after he’s been to the barber? It’s amazing. It’s hard to describe it. It’s kinda like the rough side of velcro, but softer, and more fantastic.

3) The time and shampoo saved while washing and drying your hair.

Have you ever noticed how really short hair never seems to be as dirty as long, thick hair? It takes so much longer to pick up dirt. Right after a haircut, I can go for two or three days without showering before I start to feel gross. I realize many of you might not see that as a positive thing, so let me get back to my main point. The first time you shower after a haircut, the first thing you notice aside from how much you shed is how little shampoo you have to use to get your head clean. It’s a wonderful feeling. You feel so economical. Plus, then you step out of the shower and you dry your hair with a towel (a blow dryer presumably for girls), and it takes roughly half the time! It’s great. You shorten your morning cleaning rituals by a good two minutes at least between shower and drying time (possibly as much as five minutes). That may not seem like that much, and maybe the shampoo conservation only apeals to me because I’m cheap and miserly, but I’m sticking with number 3 on this one. I think it’s great.

2) Bringin’ sexy back…

For those of you who aren’t fans of Justin Timberlake, or who reminisce about high school music, you may refer to this category as “So Fresh n’ So Clean” if you like. This is in reference to the general feeling of hotness that ensues after a good haircut. You’re suddenly cleaned up, well-groomed, and ready to unleash your new look upon the world. It is a feeling analogous to the scene in Men in Black when Will Smith tries on his MIB suit for the first time and he says, “I make this look good”. This feeling obviously does not apply if you’ve just received a horrendously crappy haircut. When you look in the mirror and say to yourself, “Did she just give me a mullet?”, you probably don’t feel this way. But on a beautiful summer day when the haircut Gods are smiling, you just wanna take your new sexy head of hair out on the town. You wish your car was a convertible so you could show it off all the way home.  You run your hands through it, you check it out in your rearview mirror, and relish for one day, for one moment, how awesome you look. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but we all like to look good, and transformation from nappy mop o’ hair to a well-sculpted haircut really helps us out in this department.

1) It always grows back

This is the undisputed number one because it applies whether you get a heavenly or horrific haircut. If your haircut sucks, you always have the consolation that it will grow back and you can restyle it. If your haircut is awesome, you can always look forward to the fact that it will grow back and you can repeat the wonderful process (and thus the rest of this top 5) again. You can get the same great deal at the 9.50 place, you can make yourself sexy anew, you can feel the same sense of euphoric and existential hair bliss that only a haircut can bring every 6 weeks (for girls, possibly longer). Unless, of course, you’re bald. Then it sucks to be you. Do the best you can with your hairpiece, or combover, or whatever you have. The karma gods are probably going to make me prematurely bald just for saying that.

 Alright, well that rounds out today’s top 5 (I even got it done in spite of my grotesque abortion of a morning). To all you hairy people out there, keep it cut, and keep it sexy. Sexy like Aram’s sister. Tootles.

My Crappy, Crappy Morning

February 6, 2007

Okay, normally I do Top 5 posts every Tuesday and Friday, and I might still get a Top 5 cranked out before today is over, but first I wanted to talk about one of the worst mornings I’ve had in quite a while. It started off like most other mornings; aside from a slight cold that I have I can’t complain that much about how my morning routine went. I had a nice breakfast of cereal and mint green tea, took some decongestants and made my way out the door.

 Then I walked out to catch the bus.

En route to the bus station, the bus I took to school passed me on its way to the bus stop, which I was still about 50 meters away from. I looked ahead to the bus stop, and since no one was there to stop the bus I knew it was up to me to get the driver to stop if I wanted to catch said bus and thus make it to school on time. I started sprinting alongside the bus and waving at the bus driver. At this point, I don’t know whether I tripped over something or if I just lost my footing, all I know is that the next instant I was face-down on the ground amidst an explosion of papers that had been in the folders I was carrying. My laptop briefcase and my right hand broke my fall; whereas the case is pretty sturdy and seemed unharmed, my hand hurt like hell and seemed to be bleeding in 6 different places. Forunately for me, the bus stopped when the driver saw me wipe out. A man got out of the bus and helped me pick up all my papers before I boarded the bus.

My troubles didn’t end there, though. On the bus, as I was trying to wipe the dirt and road grit out of the scrapes on my hand, I figured I should check my pockets to see if I had fallen on my cell phone or iPod and harmed either of them. My phone was unscathed, and my iPod….well, I noticed that my iPod was no longer in my pocket. My birthday present, my preferred means of amusing myself during long bus and train rides, was somewhere on the sidewalk or street where I had so gracefully face-planted. At this point I was almost at my school, and I had a class full of students waiting for me. So I washed the rest of the dirt out of my hand, taught my class, and then spent the first hour of my lunch break returning to the scene of the incident to scour the bus stop for my iPod. I half expected to see a crushed iPod in the street, but the other half of me expected that someone would have found and taken the iPod, and it was this side of me that turned out to be correct. The iPod was nowhere in sight. The rest of my day hasn’t really been that bad. Funny how one wipeout can put such a significant damper on your day. My hand hurts, and so does my pride. I am almost as upset as Aram’s sister is hot. Man, even the thought of Aram’s hot sister doesn’t really cheer me up.

 Bitterly,

The Administration

Top 5 Things that Suck about America

February 2, 2007

Okay, I’ve spent a post singing our great nation’s praises. Now the gloves are off, and I’m ready to start mudslinging. Let’s see what sucks about the amber waves of grain and purple mountains’ majesty, shall we?

5) Our Work Week

Okay, maybe I’m just spoiled by living in France, or the fact that my work week is only 12 hours (below even the stellarly lazy French standards), but I’m inclined to believe that American work habits are slightly excessive. I talked to two high school friends this summer who work for investment banking firms, and they said they work, and I kid you not, 80 to 100 hours a week! To be fair, one of them works in Hong Kong, so it seems like Americans aren’t the only ones predisposed to this kind of back-breaking pace. My brother is finishing up med school, and I know that when he does his rounds, goes on call, etc., his work week often exceeds 80 hours. One of my friends in high school was a lifeguard during the summer, and he told me about weeks where he pushed his total to 99 hours. I mean, there are benefits to our system, like everything in America stays open later and for more days of the week than in France, and people can earn good money working those kind of hours, but goodness gracious I can’t imagine how I would handle the stress of working 90 hours a week on a consistent basis. I’m not even sure I’d want to work 60 hours a week regularly, which seems to be pretty standard in America (at least among my recently graduated friends). Give me the good old 40, or better yet, the French 35 (with 5 weeks paid vacation, might I add). I have a lot to talk about this week, so let’s move on.

4) Fat People

Jason Stotts, a philosophy major at Denison, wrote an essay entitled something like “Why Obesity is Immoral”, and while I never read it, I certainly wanted to. As a student who has studied abroad, and having many friends who have also studied abroad, I can claim with some authority that one thing study-abroad students tend to notice during their “reverse culture schock” phase is the preponderance of fat people in America. Having lived in France twice, I can claim with some authority that the stereotypical image of an American in the average French person’s mind is a fat, SUV-driving, television-watching workaholic. Now I am by no means a statistical expert, but I can pose with little or no authority the following question: Didn’t I read somewhere once that America is the fattest nation on the planet? I know I read somewhere that our obesity numbers are somewhere over 30%, which is kinda scary. Perhaps I’m being mean, and to any fat people out there who I’m offending by listing you in my top 5, I’m sorry, but I really think that something must be done. Now, when I say “fat people”, I’m not talking about the girls who say, “Oh, I put on 5 lbs over christmas, I’m so fat”. I’m talking about people for whom their fat-ness could cause them serious health problems. So really, obese people, but people who are 25% overweight should consider taking steps to remedy their situation as well. Some might say I’m picking on fat people unnecessarily, and that fat people can’t help the way they are, but I beg to differ. I’m no diet expert, but one thing everyone can do to work on their weight (and something that I’m sure most Americans don’t do enough of) is excercise. I mean, it’s so good for you in so many ways. Even if it just means taking a brisk walk for 30 minutes a day, do something.

Heart disease is the leading cause of death in America today. Wanna know the two leading causes of heart disease? Stress, and being a big fatass. So, really, my number 4 and 5 on this list are really a public service announcement. I’m trying to keep more Americans alive for longer, by telling them to work less (relieving stress), and do something about their weight (reducing cholestorol, blood pressure, etc). I’m really only trying to help.

3) The South

This, again, might cause people to stir or be upset. I realize this. If you live in the South, hold your pants on, I’m probably not talking to you if you’re reading this blog. I often criticize “the South” because of the very specific faults of specific people, but that doesn’t mean I hate the whole South. There are general trends which I find interesting, however. If you look at a map of the last presidential election results, do you notice where almost all of the Red states are concentrated? Of the 13 states that inscribed gay marraige bans into their state constitutions, where were the vast majority of these states located? (to be fair, two of these states were Ohio and Oregon). Where is Dr. Phil from? Okay, maybe that’s a specific detail, and not a general trend, but you get my point. Anyway, in an effort to stop being so politically incorrect and to avoid blanket criticisms, I intend to delineate (in bulleted list form) the very specific things in the South for which I have disdain:

- the KKK still exists, and their strongest remaining holds are concentrated in the South (in Mississippi if I’m not mistaken)

- I have met people my own age in the South who are still racist against black people (to be fair, they were obnoxious frat boys from ECU, and I even knew people at Denison who were racist against Mexicans, so maybe my perception that racism is more prevalent in the South is unfounded, but this blog is about my perceptions, so there you are).

- People in the South eat grits. On the other hand, I do love fried chicken. I’m kind of a fence-sitter on sweet tea.

- Toby Keith is from the South. I hate that guy. “We’ll put a boot up your ass, it’s the American way”? Come on, what kind of song lyric is that?

- The South was the undisputedly largest source of electoral votes for George W. Bush in the 2004 election (although, again, Ohio was the swing state that ultimately mattered. Damn. Can southern Ohio count as “the South”, just for purposes of this blog?)

Aside from that, I guess the South is okay, but come on….Toby Keith….you’ve gotta give me number 3, based on Toby Keith alone. I must admit, Tennessee is the most beautiful state I’ve ever driven through, and Savannah Georgia is such a beautiful city I’d even consider living there. But grits? Anwyay, the South isn’t even close to my top 2 in terms of suckiness. Speaking of which….

Tie for Number 1: Neo-cons and the Christian Right

Ladies and Gentlement, for the first time in Top 5 history, we have a tie for first place. This is because I can’t find a logical way to figure out which of these two groups is more retarded, or damaging to our great country. It’s almost a chicken-egg situation. Let me phrase it this way: Which is worse, the war-mongering politicians currently running our country, or their largest, most impassioned voting base? Which is worse, the Christian fundamentalists who want to make our nation the United States of Jesus Christ, or the politicians who pander to them? Individually, either of these two groups is horrible enough to merit the top spot. But together, their “Suck” factor is multiplied, and they are working quickly and efficiently to ensure the downfall of what was once a great nation.

1a) Neo-cons

I’m not positive I’m using this term correctly in its most precise sense, but I assume that I am at least somewhat correct in asserting that “Neo-Conservativism” refers to the ideology of the modern-day Republican party, including their departure from fiscal conservativism and the renewed Cold-War-esque fervor to “make the world a safe place for democracy”. In my book, this group includes such stellar individuals as Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Ashcroft, Condoleeza Rice, Tom Delay, Karl Rove and other such douchebags. Generally Bush gets all the credit for their shenanigans (reflected in both hatred for him abroad and his newly toilet-dwelling approval rating in the States), but really these people all work as a team — the Dream Team of Suck. Other important players on this team include media pundits, such as Tucker Carlson, Rush Limbaugh, and the entire Fox News Network. Tucker Carlson almost made my top 5 by himself. If there were a country called Douchebagland, he would be its tyrannical dictator. Don’t get me started on Tucker Carlson.

When I was young (fortunately too young to vote, I used to consider myself Republican. I still find some of the ideals of Republicanism enticing, such as low taxes, fiscal responsibility, and a tendency to shy away from “Big Government”. I share in the view that government can be inefficient (particularly our judicial system), and I definitely side with Republicans who want things such as tort reform. The problem with today’s Republicans is that they fail to hold to any of the ideals (except maybe low taxes). Aside from his offenses that ignite the tempers of the left (such as destroying the environment and the underfunded catastrophe that some call “No Child Left Behind”), he also is one of the biggest-spending and financially irresponsible presidents of all time. Granted, a great deal of his spending is funneled into our war efforts, but since I do not support the war I don’t consider that a valid excuse. Bush also created the department of Homeland Security. For those who advocate against Big Government, I don’t understand how creating a whole new government department that poorly allocates the taxpayers’ resources accomplishes this goal.

The problem with today’s conservative politicians is that in an effort to gain votes, they have strayed away from everything they used to stand for. Bush, in recent presidential elections, said he would support a national federal amendment banning gay marriage (marriage is a state issue, btw), again going overboard with legislation and “Big Government” to win votes from his rabid Christian voting base. On a larger scale, the Karl Rove political machine (otherwise known as the Republican party during election years) has spent so much energy brainwashing Americans in order to convince them that Republicans are the only ones who can keep them safe from terrorism that they’ve let their traditional domestic issues, things like balancing the budget, fall to the wayside. Oh, and with legislation like the Patriot Act, we’ve also let traditional domestic issues such as civil liberties be replaced with new and improved domestic issues such as racial profiling.

Perhaps a better name for Neo-Conservatives would be “Neo-McCarthyists”. The main difference is the McCarthyists’ enemies were communists, the Neo-Cons’ enemies are “everyone else”. Bush (and Team Suck, of course), have changed the rhetoric from “Reds, Communists and enemies of Democracy” to “Terrorists, Evil (and Axes therein), and enemies of Democracy”. Since terrorists can come from any country, and the only material links between our enemies such as Saddam Hussein and Osama Bin Laden being that they are “evil” (more concisely, anti-America), we now have an amalgamous enemy group to contend with that spans almost the entire globe. The world is a scary place to live in under the authority of the Neo-Cons, almost as scary as the next group I’m about to tirade against.

1b) The Christian Right

For starters, I know that some of my readers are Christian, and I’m not aiming this against all of Christianity, so let me start with some qualifiers. The “Christian Right” as I call it refers to a specific group of Christians, the kind of Christians who would call George Bush “God’s Candidate”, and who are characterized by one or many of the following beliefs or political platforms:

- Denial of the principles of natural selection and the belief that Creationism and Evolution are “equally valid scientific theories”, and the desire to supplant Evolution with Creationism in science classes.

- A bigoted hatred of all things homosexual: More specifically, the desire to subordinate homosexual couples’ citizenship status by legally disregarding their coupled status, and the fear that homosexuality, like a disease, will be passed on to adopted children.

- Possible hypocrisy concerning the value of life — for example, being “Pro-life” in terms of abortion and stem cell research, but also supporting the Death Penalty and a war in Iraq that claims thousands of civilian lives on a monthly basis (note: I do not wish to start a debate about the morality of abortion; I rather wish to point out that the latter two items mentioned show a disregard for human life. Oh, and stem cell research is a no-brainer; fertility clinics have an overabundance of embryos and to not put this valuable scientific resource to use would be almost criminal).

For an example of the gay-hating that I mentioned before, go to www.godhatesfags.com, the official site of the Westboro Baptist church that came to protest in Granville, campaigning for the removal of a local baptist minister who happened to have a gay son. If you don’t find this site blatantly offensive and terrifying, then I might find you blatantly offensive and terrifying. Think about this: if you believe that gay people all burn in hell for all eternity, you are on some level identifying with this kind of thinking. I can’t imagine an all-loving God who would condemn people to burn in hell for all eternity simply for loving the wrong kind of person. On the gay marriage issue, all I have to say is this: regardless of your religious views, if the government wants to officially recognize gay couplehood, no church would be forced to accept or condone it. That is why we have separation of church and state in the first place. As a civil issue, I don’t believe our government should tell any group of citizens that they are less than any other group (as long as said group isn’t hurting anyone), and I feel that anti-gay legislation does just that.

To offer some insight into the Creationism issue, I offer this excerpt of a book review for Anne Coulter’s Godless. Anne Coulter is another woman who could have easily made this top 5 all by herself. The thing that I find particularly disturbing about Anne Coulter is that so many people actually agree with what she has to say. From what I can tell, Godless is a protest against public school secularism and a tome of political propaganda pressing for the replacement of Darwinian Evolution with Creationism in public school biology classes. Here’s what the book review says:

“Writing with a keen appreciation for genuine science, Coulter reveals that the so-called gaps in the theory of evolution are all there is—Darwinism is nothing but a gap. After 150 years of dedicated searching into the fossil record, evolution’s proponents have failed utterly to substantiate its claims. And a long line of supposed evidence, from the infamous Piltdown Man to the “evolving” peppered moths of England, has been exposed as hoaxes. Still, liberals treat those who question evolution as religious heretics and prohibit students from hearing about real science when it contradicts Darwinism. And these are the people who say they want to keep faith out of the classroom? Liberals’ absolute devotion to Darwinism, Coulter shows, has nothing to do with evolution’s scientific validity and everything to do with its refusal to admit the possibility of God as a guiding force. They will brook no challenges to the official religion.” — taken from Amazon.com

Aside from the grammar mistake of “has been exposed as hoaxes”, This paragraph shows a blatant disregard for facts and the basic concepts of natural selection. Yes, one might be able to look at specific examples of archaeological or environmental findings related to evolution that were founded upon poor scientific methods, but that doesn’t disprove the theory as a whole. I believe that some Creationists are unaware of the amount of scientific evidence required to establish something as a scientific theory. Sure, natural selection is a “theory”, but so is gravity. And really, Darwin’s theory of natural selection does not directly contradict the biblical Creation story. Natural selection, paraphrased, runs as follows: 1) Organisms produce offspring. 2) Because of certain genetic and environmental factors, some organisms produce more offspring than others. 3) As genetic and environmental conditions change to favor certain organisms, those who are favored contribute more heavily to the gene pool, and thus the gene pool, and eventually species, change. Like I said, nothing in here directly contradictory to the existence of God or creation; nothing has been asserted thusfar about the origin of our planet or the life therein. However, if you deny that natural selection occurs, you are denying what can be verified by obervation and DNA evidence (if DNA evidence is good enough for our legal system, it’s good enough for me). Where evolution and Creationism run into problems is that evolutionists believe that evolution is the mechanism from whence derives all of life’s diversity on the planet Earth, and that theoretically we are probably all descended from a single celled-organism, which is problematic for those who believe the literal interpretation of the book of genesis, where God created the earth, put plants, animals, and us on it, and it was good, etc., all in the space of 7 days (in place of the hundreds of millions of years evolution would have taken to run its course). However, even the pope says not all stories in the bible should be taken literally, and there is no reason to say that the “7 days” in the bible don’t represent 7 extremely long periods of time in the Earth’s history where life was developing, or that Eve being a descendant of Adam’s rib couldn’t be a parable for the fact that human cells (e.g. eggs and sperm) do give rise to other human life. Anyway, I’m not trying to say there is no God, or that Atheism should be adopted as a school “religion”, as Anne Coulter would have you believe. I’m just saying that there is a reason things like natural selection are considered scientific theory, and religious creation stories simply don’t have the same kind of evidence backing them up. If we want to study the bible in a literature class, or in a “world religions” class, so be it. But teaching Christianity in a science class is like teaching gerund usage in math class — it simply doesn’t belong.

Well, that rounds out this week’s top 5. Thanks for bearing with me in this, my most verbose post yet. I hope I wasn’t too long-winded or pedantic (I probably was, I know). Enjoy your weekends, and what looks to be like an interesting Super Bowl this Sunday. Tootles.