Friday, November 28, 2008

Black Friday (or why the unexamined life ain't worth shit)

Well, Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

Thanksgiving, as usual, was great. Most people think vegetarians don't like thanksgiving because they can't have turkey. That may be true for some of them, but I loveee thanksgiving because of "all the trimmings." This year Janessa made all I need in a good meal: mashed potatoes, yummy stuffing with cranberries, cranberry sauce, lima beans and biscuits. MMMM. Awesome. She's amazing, clearly I'm the winner in THIS marriage. :)

Tofurky? Not so much. As Janessa put it to me, why would a vegetarian want something that tastes like meat? I guess some are vegetarians for health reasons, but you would think you'd lose the taste for that stuff pretty quick. Lord knows, I have. But I guess I wasn't eating Tofurky all those years... Anyways, I never liked turkey even when I ate meat. So why start now?

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. No, not just for the food (a plus), or the company (a ++), but because it seems like the only genuine, non-religious holiday left. It's true that thanksgiving started with the pilgrims giving thanks to God, but giving thanks is not confined to monotheism, thankfully. No, thanksgiving is, ideally, the day when people come together to break bread, share each other's companies, and reflect on their lives and give thanks for however much or however little they have. That's a pretty positive message especially when juxtaposed against the other big nonreligious holiday - Christmas. Black Friday? Yea, I read today that a Walmart employee was KILLED when shoppers rushed into a store and trampled on him. Now THAT's a holiday.

Anyway, taking time to reflect on things is an activity criminally underutilized in this world. The mindless zombie consumer stuff really proves the old saying that the unexamined life just ain't worth shit.

Anything that shakes people up for even a few moments is a good thing, in my opinion. Last night we watched a film called What Would Jesus Buy, all about a man named Reverend Billy and the Stop Shopping Church Choir, who traveled cross-country last year doing activist events against consumerism in places like Starbucks in California, the Wal-Mart headquarters in Arkansas, and Mall of America in Minnesota. Fantastic stuff. Reverend Billy looks like a southern preacher and acts like it in a kind-of pitch-perfect impression complete with grunting and flailing.

Finally, a religion worth joining.

The best part about this kind of thing is that it breaks up the routines people go through. They never question a thing about where the products they buy come from - and this type of thing wakes them up from their slumber, even if just for a second, and that's invaluable.

I think the corporate economy benefits enormously from mindless behavior. Indeed, I think it actively exploits American potential to mindlessly behave and that television and mass-entertainment are major pieces of the blinders we've all started to wear. Look straight ahead for good, clean value and ignore that evil, peripheral vision. Things are black and white, not gray, and we've got all three on sale now in the menswear section.

All of these distractions successfully train us to be a good corporate citizen. We get fat because we never stop to think about what we are eating and because we eat too much, both because we're distracted (watching TV while we eat) and because marketers know how to assist this behavior. We don't exercise much because we're too busy with TV, flicks, video games, and cell phones. And that's what they want, good, passive, fat people. There aren't many better people to buy useless shit than passive, fat people.

I know none of this is news to thinking people, and that none of it is really original, but that doesn't mean it's not true, and that doesn't mean its not a problem. The Bush Administration really accelerated this dumbing down of America, of course, with its disgusting emphasis on consumerism (patriotism is spending more money than you have! a Patriot is a big SUV! No metaphor there. [or truth]).

To name a guz-guzzling overwrought SUV piece-of-shit the "Patriot" is something that defies satire. The "Patriot" is a living expression of American retardation.

I'm hopeful that an Obama administration will change this direction, however it won't do it all, there needs to be an effort on the part of people to change their lives if this economy or this world is going to get on the right track again. I'm not saying that television and movies are bad and not worth watching, necessarily. But it's like alcohol - some people can handle it responsibly and some can't. It doesn't mean you should regulate it, but it does mean people need to be REMINDED to THINK now and again. Or even that THINKING is good, a controversial idea in recent days.

Although the media and corporate culture take advantage of and reinforce passivity, they don't wholly create it (though they are advertising to younger and younger kids, which is, in itself, disturbing). Schools and parents (ignorance should not be an inherited characteristic) have a lot to do with this.

We really need an entirely new model for education, one that focuses not on retention but on understanding. Law Schools teach the type of thinking I'm talking about - CRITICAL thinking - and without it, we are doomed and lost to wander from Starbucks to Starbucks. Critical thinking is the perfect example of that old truism: "teach a man to fish." That's what it's really all about, and I strongly believe critical thinking skills should be a major part of the curriciulum from the beginning of school onward.

I was fortunate enough to gain some of these because I was in gifted in elementary school and my gifted program focused on critical thinking skills. What wonderful luck! I want everyone else to be so fortunate.

In any case, despite all the things I learned in Gifted, it was a loooong time ago, and there are still plenty of important things that I did not or could not have learned back then that I wish I could have learned in school. Strangely, most of these skills and thinking models have come to me in the past few years. Even more strangely, they've come, in my opinion, as a direct result of my intense participation in no limit texas hold'em tournaments, primarily online.

What particular skills and attributes am I thinking of? Here's an incomplete list:

Simple and domplex decisionmaking & problem solving, when to use either and which variables to apply in both
Patience/calm and centeredness
Long-term perspective/keeping ego in check
Planning and thinking ahead
Thinking on your feet
The critical nature of observation and of paying attention in general
Pattern-recognition and exploitation
The value of assertiveness
The value of position
Understanding how different people think and what their motivations may be
Discipline.

to name a few.

I'm not an expert by any means, I'm an amateur, but I'm a profitable one, and I've played in well over 10,000 tournaments online, which is a drop in the bucket for many people, but enough that I feel I understand the above values. I'm going to address each of these (and whatever else comes to me) in turn in coming blogs.

My hope is to articulate the value of the particular knowledge and show how each skill is a vital part of the toolbox of any critical thinker. I will give examples of how each skill has enabled me to make better choices in my daily life, in a variety of aspects, from interpersonal relationships to self-restraint to attitudes toward daily stressers. In the end, I will make a case that a poker curriculum would be a powerful and effective way to improve elementary and secondary education and develop better, more-informed citizens, less prone to running over customers to get that $700 plasma.

-Rob

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Star struck by A.D. Miles (or Sarah Silverman has a rash)

So true believers - I have an amazing story to tell.

In the past few months I've become quite enamored with the work of A.D. Miles, a young comedian who I've been noticing in a lot of people's work that I've liked, for example he was in Role Models (the tall redhead who took a shit in the woods), and has been featured on Tim and Eric, Awesome Show, Great Job! (My favorite show)... also he has a web series, a parody of soap operas which is available at http://www.mydamnchannel.com entitled "Horrible People." This shit is seriously funny and made me poop my pants numerous times.

Anyway, because of all this and because of the peripheral roles A.D. Miles often gets, I often notice him in the background of scenes and indicate to Janessa - "A.D. Miles...A.D. Miles," at which point we verify it is him (easy to do since he's tall, skinny, and redheaded), and happily move on..


So, last night me and the lady attended Sarah Silverman's standup show in LA at Club Nokia. It was a fine show, but way more important than the show is what happened in line PRIOR to the show. We were standing in the line waiting for the doors to open, and I was facing toward the back of the line while Janessa was facing me and the box office which was to the right of the line.

When holy shit. My heart froze, I could barely get words out, finally I muttered excitedly (and loudly) A...D...MILES...OMG ITS AD MILES!! (Literally I said "O-M-G" I'm such a nerd).

True story - it was totally him. He went to the box office, got tix and walked toward the back of the line. I was freaked out and honest-to-god starstruck. Janessa encouraged me to talk to him, but I didn't have the nerve. I think I was more nervous about him than I would have been if like Brad Pitt or someone had walked by. Seriously. The amazing part was, no one else in the line even noticed him. Janessa got a good look at him and confirmed that I was not hallucinating. Also, it makes sense because he lives in LA and, logically, would like Sarah Silverman. But anyway, I hate to make a fuss and embarass people. And I'm a pussy.

I eventually got the courage to walk to the back of the line to see if he was still there and congratulate him on his web series success. He wasn't. I assume he went in through some "celebrity-webseries-godman VIP" entrance. Anyway, easily the highlight of the night.

I mean honestly, wouldn't YOU be starstruck by this beautiful mug?

Club NOKIA is pretty lame, you guys. The venue itself was OK, but we were stuck in the "lower balcony" which was weird because there was only one balcony. OK, we were in the lower part of it, I guess, but where do they draw the line? Row M? Just weird. Also we couldn't sit down for like 20 minutes because the curtain was in front of the balcony and they had to figure out how to get it up. Not real clear on why this was such an issue, especially given that there had been a 6:30pm show already that evening (we went to the 9:30pm). Anyways, once we sat down it was cool. Our pimping lower balcony seat was at least in the center of the row, and the place is pretty small so the view was good. Or so we thought.

Sarah had friends of her from her show open for her. The first one was Mark Cohen, a standup who plays her dad on the show. Hideous. Not funny, just obnxoius. Fine, he wasn't on long.

Brian Agee came on next. He was pretty funny. I like him. In case you don't know he's the OTHER huge gay guy on the show besides Brian. He showed us some video he supposedly submitted to Comedy Central to secure his place on Sarah's show. It might have been funny. I really don't know. We couldn't see shit.

The good people at Club Nokia decided to have video screens, three in fact, but not to put them high in the air (too logical) but rather close the ground. The effect was that they were NOT visible from our seats, but only to people on the floor or in the very front of our balcony (the lower-lower balcony??). Gay. We could see them when we stood up, but still...gay.

Brian P. was next and he was hilarious. Probably the funniest guy of the night. Check out his CD "Nerd Rage" - its also quite good.

Sarah was next and she was OK, but it was clear she was super distracted. For one thing she claimed to have a rash all over her body. I believe her...because it seemed real and because she was scratching a lot before she said anything and not at incredibly obvious points either. Another problem: she was convinced there were earthquakes happening and virtually no one knew wtf she was talking about.

As it turns out, the club is on level 3 of a big building, level 2 of which is inhabited by a place called "Lucky Strikes" - what appeared to us to be a combo bar/restaurant/bowling alley - where they were having their grand opening. So she was feeling the bowling through the stage, obviously. But it was still weird.

Her set was ok. Most if it had been integrated into episodes of her show, so it was weird she repeated it, since you have to figure 90% of her audience watches that show. She also performed songs, all of which had been in her show or movie. They were ok. The thing is, between her distractions and her already slow and strange pacing, it was kinda boring. Not terrible, just not super great.

It wasn't helped by the crowd, 75% of which seemed to be functionally retarded. I'm glad they are getting out without the aid of doctors, but I wish they wouldn't sit next to me. Goddamn. The guy on Janessa's right kept yelling out "WOOOO!" at entirely inappropriate moments. Which was pretty gay. To be honest though, even at appropriate moments, I fail to understand the "WOOOO!". Did you not get enough attention from your parents? I mean WTF... Steve says he sat at home on his couch and smoked weed a lot and got a "WOOOO!" the thinking obviously being (OMG I DO THAT TOOO WOOOOOOOO HE IS AWESOME!). WTF. Shit, even if I felt like a "WOO" inside, I'd never do it. I think people that do are supergay. I guess that's one big reason I married Janessa. No woo. No woo potential. Just not a crazy person. Big plus for me.

Then the stupid bitch on my left was yelling at the TOP OF HER LUNGS right into my ears constantly. Well, not constantly, the rest of the time she was LOUDLY explaining the jokes to her boyfriend who seemed befuddled by the whole thing. That itself was weird. There were numerous people at the show who seemed shocked at the scatelogical content of the show. WTF, even her emmy nominated song is full of profanity. What'd you expect? Anyway, loudly explaining the show, wooing wayyy too fucking loud, etc...I was about 5 minutes away from punching her out and then repeatedly beating her to death with my irritated junk.

Thank god the show ended then, and we went home.

Anyway, I <3 you A.D. Miles. I know you'll never read this, but I swear to god, the next time I randomly see you somewhere I will approach you and embarass the shit out of you. Provided I've had some alcohol, or can get some reasonably fast.

Baby Batter 4 Life, Dawg.

Friday, November 21, 2008

I have a blog?

Wow it's been awhile.

It's not like much has happened since March in the world, right?

Have I missed anything?

Wow.

Well, obviously, we have a black president named Barack Hussein Obama. As many of you faithful readers know, I am gay for Obama (megagay in fact, rest-stop gloryhole gay!) so this makes me very happy. Indeed, I finally have the rallying point to motivate me to become a United States citizen. As promised, I have completed the application and am mailing it out in a few days. Exciting stuff.

There's tons more to talk about politically and economically (UGH!) but I'll get to that in another blog (hopefully in less than 6 months this time). This one's personal.

Let's see, on July 12th, 2008, I married the lovely Janessa Lazon in a beautiful ceremony in Berkeley, California. The ceremony was in a redwood grove on the Berkeley campus and the reception was at a lovely restaurant called Adagia right across the street from the law school from whence I matriculated. Janessa planned 95% of things and, as usual, did an amazing job. Everything was perfect, we had a wonderful time and our familes got along famously. I always thought weddings were ubercheesy and lame and scripted and more for families than for the people getting married - but ours was different. We planned it (well, Janessa did with my input) and it reflected who we are as people, which made it feel much better.

The restaurant served all organic, vegetarian cuisine, which many of our family members prospectively complained about - but all loved when they actually ate it. Instead of cake, Janessa got a ton of cupcakes made so that people could have different flavor choices and so that we could accomodate dietary restrictions. Also, Janessa wore an absolutely beautiful vintage 50s wedding dress which knocked me on my ass. Truly, and I know I'm biased, but still, she was the most insanely gorgeous bride in the history of bridedom.

Pictures will follow to verify all this. We only got them recently. I don't want to go into why too much, but suffice it to say our photographer is a total unreliable douchebag. Well, at least the pictures are great. Once we have time to go through them all we'll make discs to send to the family and picture books and all that great stuff.

People have asked me what being married is like, and I have to say that, for the most part, its absolutely no different than life before marriage. Janessa and I lived together for over a year and a half before we got married, so its not like we're moving in together. Other than getting some cool gifts and being pulled closer by a nice experience, marriage hasn't changed my relationship much at all, and I admit that I'm confused as to why people thought it would. I guess there are some women who change after getting married, or so I'm told, but Janessa isn't one of them, she's as wonderful as ever and I wouldn't have married her if I thought she was that type of person, anyway.

Interestingly enough, though, being married has changed my mindset about life in a significant way, and, admittedly, its not something I anticipated at all.

For the first time in my life, I'm not in any real sense on my own. Marrying Janessa joined our lives together and I am daily reminded of this by the presence of my wedding band. I've never worn a ring before, so it took me several weeks to get used to having one on. The feeling of the band on my finger is a constant reminder that I need to take my life more seriously and that I need to be more responsible. It has, in a very real sense, opened my perspective up to the world. I guess I grew up.

Don't worry though, I'm still a silly bastard most of the time.

<3

Rob