The Race Deck

I’ve tried to remember who first played the ‘Race Card’. Thinking back it seems to me I first heard about this card during the Simpson trial, but I can’t be sure. I’ve wondered: is it a face card or a number card? What suit is it? In Blackjack, what is its value?

After the events of this past week I’ve come to believe it is in fact a ‘Race Deck’.

Reading the countless articles about these tragic events making the rounds I couldn’t help but notice that just about everyone was identified by name and race. Nobody was listed as tall or short; there were no thin or ‘not-thin’ people; they were not Protestant or Catholic or Muslim; they were not Democrats or Republicans; they were not rich or poor; they were individuals, part of a group they have no control over. Isn’t this the very definition of racism?

Webster’s defines racism thusly:

A belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race.

So every news outlet is inherently racist because, other than name, they are stating that race is the primary difference between people.

I'm Afraid for Jennifer Aniston!

I love Jennifer Aniston!

Jennifer Then

She's beautiful, seems quite charming, and a pleasant addition to any Romantic Comedy cast. I do think she's made a deal with the devil, so that's a bit of a worry. Other than that, perfect!

Why do I worry she's made a deal with the Son of the Morning?

Have you looked at her, closely? She's getting prettier, her skin is smoother, her voice is becoming more melodic each passing day.

She's still rounded!

Okay, I'm 50 and I remember Jane Fonda coming close, but if you paid attention she also got more "pointed", you see? Not round and smooth, but sharp and angular; severe. Jane has got to be in her 70's and she's still a darn fine looking lady, but nobody is going to confuse current Jane with Barbarella (talk about rounded!). Jen, though, looks younger than Rachel. She looks like Rachel's cute younger sister.

Jennifer Now

Jennifer, please stop it. Brad is gone. Nobody willingly leaves Angelina Jolie; like the speed of light her attraction is a constant. I think you're prettier, but Jolie is like bacon. You don't know why, but you can't escape from that black hole.

So. Jen. Please. Stop.

If not for me than do it for Ross.

Spooklights?

I’m watching a show called “Monsters and Mysteries in America” (S1E3) about something called “Spooklights.” Apparently outside of Joplin, MO. There are lights that dance around a particular area. Leading then trailing cars, doing all kinds of strange things. On the show they’re interviewing witnesses and one asks, “How can a light be in one place and instantly be in another?”

Well, if she just explored the topic she would find that it’s not only possible, it’s been done. It happened on a smaller scale some time ago, but a couple years ago a group of scientists transported a photon 143 km between two Canary Islands (Physicists Quantum Teleport Photons over 88 Miles). Once again science demonstrates what we see as magical is nothing more than the basic workings of the universe.

What about the show’s producers? Couldn't they have done a little research and offered this explanation at the very end?

Don’t they have a responsibility to do some verification if they’re passing something off as truly unknown, an actual mystery?

I’m not seeking more government involvement, I’m seeking their humanity. In the way a teacher, police officer, or anyone else in service to the public has an obligation to the facts; don’t they, if they are presenting them as such?

Orb Ya Glad I didn’t say Banana

Here’s the thing, if ghost hunters want to be taken seriously, if they want the legitimacy found under the umbrella of science then some things need to be done.

This evening I was watching a show about people’s ghost stories. I don’t like to mention names, but you won’t see my ghost story there. One story was concerning the Bird Cage Theater in Tombstone, AZ. Now I have seen shows where many of these stories were told to visiting hunters. After some exploration and critical thinking the cause is determined to not be paranormal. How, then, should I feel when, years later, I see the previously debunked story passed along as unexplained phenomenon?

There are too many people that still doubt science, in spite of hundreds of years of valid, verified knowledge gained and tested using the scientific method. There are people that seem to believe that if they can’t understand, then God can’t. This is not new, in fact the systematic evaluation of the world around us has only ascended in the past hundred years or so. It took brilliant people, committed to the goal of understanding the universe, to get this far. Further, for every brilliant household name there are thousands of others that helped record and systematize the information gathered. Science is, at its core, observing and recording information long enough for patterns to be seen, explanations put forward, and, most importantly, predictions to be made. If the predictions are correct over an extended period of time, a theory is put forth. Many things will remain a theory forever because they can’t be proven (how can you prove dinosaurs were killed 65 million years ago without a time machine?), but they fit what we see perfectly. Also, science is self-correcting; if the theory works a million times, bit not a million and one, it’s tossed out or modified.

So what needs to be done?

A national, or international, society needs to be created with the expressed purpose of recording and validating the phenomena AND the explanations if they meet the standard created and adopted by the society. I accept the phenomenon will not be tested in controlled lab experiments; that means the other tools of the scientific method must be even more assiduously applied, consensus and transparency must be the rule. The standards must be published and adhered to by all society members, members must be publicly admonished if standards aren't being maintained. Finally, any member using the words “orb” and “paranormal” in the same sentence should be put in the rack.

Pavlov’s Remote

I’m conditioned, you’re conditioned, wouldn't you like to be conditioned too!

                One of us.           One of us.           One of us.           One of us.       

I haven’t watched commercial TV with any regularity in many years. I've recently started watching Hulu again, I was there in the beginning when almost everything was free, and I've come to appreciate the commercial break. Is it because I grew up in the first real TV generation when the formulaic wasn't a formula yet. A time of “Gilligan’s Island”, “The Brady Bunch”, “Nanny and the Professor”, and “The Courtship of Eddie’s Father”. We were the first latchkey kids and TV actually was our babysitter. I’m fighting the urge to make this about TV in the 70’s.

I've noticed that the brief commercial break on Hulu is perfect for a moment of reflection. This past moment was spent reflecting on my seemingly conditioned response to commercials. Of course that led me to reflect on if the commercials created the reflection or if the reflections determined when the commercials occur. Then I thought about pie.

So how did commercials come to be where they are? Did TV execs use a series of tests? Did they hire psychiatrists or medical doctors to create a double-blind experiment (I can’t think of how they’d do a double-blind test either)? Did they throw darts? Or could it be they determined how much they could cram in and not drive us bat-crap?

Sadly, it’s most likely the last one, but I think they may have gone too far. My evidence, scant or imaginary at best, leads me to ask another question: Did the ever growing amount of commercial time drive the creation of technology allowing us to take greater control of our leisure time? Of course, leisure time is probably not the best descriptor of time we spend watching TV; TV has become the white noise that provides background for our lives. Or at least it had.

Entertainment today is not the passive medium it once was. Entertainment today requires commitment, effort on our part, so the commercial break is sometimes seen as a nostalgic throwback, a forced calm in the storm giving us a break from our entertainment. Why should we need a break from entertainment?

We are conditioned to always look for something better. I think this is an innate quality, but still conditioned by somebody. When I was young I lived in Los Angeles where we had 7 channels, 8 if we include PBS, but I was lucky; when I lived in central Utah we had 3, so it took only minutes to check if something better was available. Also, TV was a linear, time-driven medium; programs came and went, never to be seen again for the most part (like formulas, syndication developed its roots here). So you made your decision quickly and lived with it.

Today the choices are effectively limitless. There are more than enough choices so that new programming is always available because there are more choices than time. Among all this comes the forgotten commercial.

Kick back and enjoy them.

Help, My Participle is Dangling!

Does art imitate life or does life imitate art?

I've been watching TV for quite a while, hours in fact. In that brief time I've been witness to a series of assaults on something we all hold dear, something that is as much a part of our life as anything ever has, or ever will be. It’s a code we pass to our children as individuals, as a community, and as a culture.

Lately, though, I've noticed the standards we held people to in the past are dropping.

There are always local deviations within a culture as large as ours, that is to be expected. They could be regional or sub-cultural differences, with smaller variations depending on population density (meme level); new parts constantly are emerging, traversing ever finer filtering as they spread, if they have what it takes they gain wider and wider acceptance; once established they will rise and fall in popularity, eventually earning spots in the numerous listings that are used to validate them.

Though the parts change, the rules for their use remain broad, simple in concept, often difficult and illogical in application. This is to be expected when something is this vital to the survival of our species, the growth and survival to be sure. It would certainly be a critical part of how our species rose to prominence, whether planned or unplanned, and how it plans on remaining there.

A question came to me while watching TV: Are the scriptwriters aware of their dangling participles?

I would be afraid to try and edit any of this. We read Huckleberry Finn and find the language quaint, but was it the way they spoke or is it the way Twain wanted us to believe they spoke? If the latter, isn't art affecting culture instead of reflecting life?

I've often paraphrased Leslie Slote in “Winds of War” when I point to art, in the broadest usage possible, as the “exhaust gas” of our civilization; that by examining this gas we can see the workings of the culture that produced it.

What, then, does our exhaust gas say?

Thank Stephen King for the Twi-Night-Double-Header

Enjoying language, as I do, it seems that I’m always finding words (finding, not discovering) that are little, or improperly, used in every day life (some may question my use of “every day” vs. “everyday”, it depends on which word I want emphasized) or I just like to hear. I spent years safely ensconced behind walls of mediocrity (having written it out for the first time I can see it’s unclear; intent is: my incredible genius and faultless humility are being held by those blind to my incredible genius and faultless humility) just because I enjoy the flow. 

In this light, I have used the word “sabbatical” in describing my Unabomber like drop from reality. I was still in a reality, of sorts, but it was one where technology means you have a phone in your home. I swear this is true, you’ve been warned, my cell would not work unless you drove several miles from town. I see you’re all asking me which direction you would need to drive, but unless up or down are common directions you use, IT WOULDN'T MATTER! 

You could select any of the cardinal directions and be fine, once the Children of the Corn vibe wears off the cell works great. I also had the opportunity to test the “two tomato cans and string” internet that I had heard so much about. I now believe Vice-President Gore may actually have helped here. 

Submitted for your approval, a man devotes his life to technology and its uses. 

He one day wakes to find his window on the world blocked. 

Blocked by those black-hole-like drapes my parents used during the black outs. 

He has left the modern world and entered the Twi-Night Double-Header. 

Rest assured when I say sabbatical, I mean it in all its classic glory. Teachers need to step away from teaching for their sanity and to better their craft. It wasn’t uncommon for teachers then to visit the Holy Land, tour Civil War Battlefields, or just tour the Continent. 

You need to step away to watch the forest for awhile. 

I believe this is necessary in any calling, pretentious but true, similar to teaching (police, fire, military, and many others; a place where the reward is not money, but most often less) where the act itself is the reward. If any of you give me that “Summer Vacation” crap I’ll slap you; I worked more during summer because I loved it. 

I still say, “So, you’ll pay me to talk to a group of young people AND they’ll be required by law to at least pretend to listen attentively, okay listen? Sign me up.” I love what I do, it's why I’m here. 

I can’t dunk a basketball. 

I help people learn. Sadly, dunking earns more money… Wait, on the sideline you have coaches, they are teachers! 

You may follow on your own that last thread. Hit me later and we’ll fully explore that. Is it what we help people learn that matters? 

Anyway, I help young people learn. I do it because it’s what I do. 

Oh, I can help older people, but few of us really want to learn; far too many, including me, have decided things and once you decide something you don’t need to think about it. Young people are far more likely to be willing to think about things because there are so few real decisions they’ve actually made; so most questions are still unanswered to them. 

Sigh. 

I had lost my “childlike sense of awe and wonder” and only learners can help you learn. I believe that is probably the biggest difference I’ve noticed between those that can and those that teach. I had lost my mojo and the classroom isn't the place for going through the motions.


My sabbatical ending, I look ahead to what I’ll do next. I don’t know for sure if I can still do that voodoo.

I’m like Elvis: am I the tan, leather-clad 1968 Comeback Special Elvis, am I the 1973 “From Hawaii” mature Elvis, or am I the sad, sick Elvis that left us (I love Elvis, so no nasty notes) far too soon.

I don’t know.

I will only be using this blog; I’ll keep the others, they’re still awesome resources, but this is where I’ll try to keep a running commentary of my attempt to merge with reality. I’ll be looking to do some subbing, maybe get together with some old friends and do a project or something, just trying to merge.
I hope I've still got.

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