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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
American Pop Culture and World Opinion
Monday, June 29, 2009
Celebrity: What Is It?
In a new, positive slant on celebrity, the Routledge empire, founded in 1836, leads the way in promoting many academics to become celebrities. Its website explains: “We have published many of [the] greatest thinkers and scholars of the last 100 years, including Adorno, Einstein, Russell, Popper, Wittgenstein, Jung, Bohm, Hayek, McLuhan, Marcuse and Sartre.”
This November, the company will publish a four-volume, 1,600-page book called Celebrity- “destined to be valued by scholars, students and researchers as a vital research resource." It explains why: “The study of celebrity has developed and cohered into a flourishing field of social and cultural analysis.” (Marc Abrahams, The Guardian, "The Fame Game," February 2009)
The book's editor, Chris Rojek, defines three academically recognised categories of celebrities - ascribed, achieved and attributed. And, he also creates two new categories: celetoids and celeactors. Celetoids are "lottery winners, stalkers, one-hit wonders" and the like. Celeactors are fictional characters such as James Bond, Carrie Bradshaw and Ali G. Both concepts were quickly adopted by other scholars in the field.
Just for fun, here is Forbe's list of "Top 100 Most Powerful Celebrities" for 2009 in numerical order. The list is based on media exposure and career earnings for the last year.1. Angelina Jolie
2. Oprah Winfrey
3. Madonna
4. Beyonce
5. Tiger Woods
6. Bruce Springsteen
7. Steven Spielberg
8. Brad Pitt
9. Jennifer Aniston
10. Kobe Bryant
Octomom Nadya Suleman
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Valley High School Class of 1969
Having been a teacher at Valley High for twenty-seven years, I also found many of my ex-students in attendance, so I also enjoyed chatting with them. The evening passed too quickly as we relived stories and caught up on our time spent apart.
I found myself kicking right back into the secure feeling I had always felt with my classmates. Here were old friends who had a lot in common forty years before and still the bonds seemed tight. A little nervous at first, I quickly found confidence in the fact that despite the miles between us now, we still maintain a special closeness of heart. Laughter and memories of the behavior of the past echoed again in our old high school gymnasium. Some friendly ghosts of the past were surely in attendance -- how we miss those departed souls. I had a great time. I believe all my classmates did too.
I noticed a few things about our class that I think contribute to our cohesion. First of all, we have so many unique people in our group. Personalities of these individuals are vastly different, yet these differences all play a role in the unit. This pooling of personality makes the class depend upon every one's talents and resources to complete the team. It seems we, as a class, learned this very early-- the class was only as good as all of us wanted it to be, and we worked together for the betterment of the class. In other words, all the people took pride in caring for each other to elevate the common good. The sincere love and care still exist.
Secondly, our class is very social. We seem to dispense of the formality some groups feel required to show. People in our class want to identify with activities and interactions in informal ways. I really believe no one in the class feels threatened by such close interactions. If anything, we seek the "togetherness" of a close-knit family. Some would say the times and history of the '60s contributed to that comradeship, and perhaps it did. We know we maturated at a very important yet turbulent time, and we know someone had and still has "our back" in times of trouble. A spirit of kindness and generosity was laid years ago and continues to be genuinely felt as classmates "reach out."
Lastly, I guess the best word to describe an attitude that lingers is confidence. Granted, sometimes we can be a little cocky, but we don't always brag about our class: we simply feel it was one of the best classes, not just as individuals but as a group, to graduate from Valley Schools. That confidence generates pride to the point that we consider many of our under-classmates honorary members of the class of '69. In our own way, we still try to be big brothers and big sisters of these people. We knew we were an ornery class in school, yet we knew the limitations of fun. We cut through cliques and prejudices to make us stronger. I feel our positive confidence helps mold present attitudes toward the value of change through outstanding cooperation.
May the spirit and love of the class live on. No one is trying to bring back the past; however, reflections allow us to celebrate what were certainly wonderful times of forty plus years ago. For one night, my belief in togetherness returned. Again, we walked the halls that meant so much to us, and once more we became the seniors of 1969 at the ripe old age of 58.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
The Insatiable Queens of Dramatic Presentation
Although they may occasionally add a welcome splash of color to a black-and-white scene, drama queens' insatiable hunger for attention can look a lot like arrested development. A drama queen often views the world in absolutes, and only has two settings on her emotional control button: zero and ten.
And, she can push the full-speed-ahead "10" button with skill and egotistical panache.
Psychologists might describe drama queens (male version = "kings") as neurotic personalities with histrionic tendencies, meaning they tend to become needlessly dramatic whenever order is disrupted. "They tend to exaggerate their thoughts and feelings, making everything sound more important than it really is," says Sheri Spirt, an assistant professor of psychiatry at NYU Medical Center.
Scarlett O'Hara in Margaret Mitchell's Gone With the Wind is a fictional model of such a self-absorbed drama queen. She assigns who she considers lesser humans to take care of her personal needs. Outgoing and sociable, Scarlett considers solitude her worst enemy.
Diva might be another term to describe the drama queen. Divas, by definition, are high-performing, high-maintenance narcissists. Some are actually spirited, fun, and mentally healthy while others are others are needy, demanding, negative -- and talk almost incessantly about themselves. Researchers say these are "unhealthy divas" and the source of their narcissism usually is low self-esteem: They are constantly trying to pump themselves up.
Though usually considered exceptionally talented, the diva is a perfectionist prone to sudden demands and violent outbursts just like drama queens. As divas consider people as either with them or against them, they are often jealous and even envious of others.
Drama queens may develop at a young age. Parents are often at a loss about how to deal with their behavior. "Some parents choose to acquiesce to a drama queen rather than provoke the inevitable tantrum or histrionic outburst. By confronting the would-be drama queen's selfish behavior directly, however, parents can demonstrate that a child's demanding or manipulative personality is not enough to force them into doing anything. A young drama queen's worst fear is to be ignored or become powerless over others." (www.wisegeek.com)
Young drama queens tend to be unaware of their real feelings, usually overly concerned with physical attractiveness. From an early age they begin to dress in a sexually seductive manner to be the center of attention. Inappropriate flirtatious behavior may also be present. With or without awareness, they often use their attractiveness to achieve other goals or wishes. In time, self-promotion of their sexy bodies and artificial adornments take precedence over much-needed refinement of positive personality traits, ethical behaviors, and development of true skills.
As drama queens age, their interaction with others is often characterized by inappropriate sexually seductive or provocative behavior. This may help them make friends easily, but when their friends learn that the queens only think about themselves, they have trouble maintaining any kind of intimate relationship.
Queens relish the spotlight, considering any attention advantageous for them. It is likely that their need for attention is inversely proportional to emotional maturity; therefore, queens indulging in attention-seeking behaviors are actually telling others how emotionally immature they are.
Divas and drama queens often exhibit bullying behaviors, especially manipulation and deception. Ellen McGrath, a clinical psychologist, reports that queens and divas may feel better temporarily after an outburst, but leaving everyone else off-kilter is not an effective way to get their needs met, nor will it strengthen their connections to others. Their audience tends to get angry with their outbursts or even shut down completely when confronted with their dramatic demands.
Sheri Spirt says, "Like the boy who cried wolf, after a while they become hard to take seriously." So the queens get to say, "See the world is a cruel place filled with cruel people" and feel somehow vindicated by their bad behavior. This vicious cycle continues as it feeds from poorly conceived justification.
Problems usually arise for drama queens in the workplace too because their exaggerated emotions bother other employees, stir up competitive and jealous feelings. Most queens have good social skills at work, but they have the tendency to use these skills to manipulate others in order to become the center of attention at other people's expense. They do not think before they act. This, in turn, leads to excessive controversy among employees as the queens make overblown promises and produce incomplete assignments.
Here are some suggestions for stemming drama queen behavior from Angela S. Young and www.answerbag.com:
1. Give teenage drama queens some space, but put the brakes on to their dramatic reactions over simple incidents.
2. Refuse to give attention to outbursts from drama queens, instead very calmly send them to their room where they can’t put on a performance for anyone but themselves.
3. If drama queens are not teens, but your girlfriends, boyfriends or spouse, attempt using discussion. Be prepared for highly dramatic reactions but don’t follow suit. Remain calm and prepare yourself for three tries at explaining the problem.
4. When drama queens break things in a rage, do not, under any circumstances, replace the items that are destroyed. This only excuses and encourages such behavior.
5. Remind drama queens that you love them deeply, but lack of planning on their part does NOT constitute an emergency on your part.
6. Tell drama queens, "I would love to listen to you, but I can't when you're like this. When you're ready to talk to me like a normal person, I'll be ready to listen to you."
Opening Day Genesis
BY GLENN BIRKEMEIER
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"In the big inning, God created Heaven on Earth. And it was without form, and void. God separated the dirt from the grass. He called the grass Outfield and the dirt He called Infield. God made the Infield a 90-foot square and the Outfield not less than 400 feet to center and 320 feet down the lines. He declared this Fair Territory. All other territory, God then declared, was Foul.
"And God divided the players into two teams of nine players each, under direction of a manager, to play The Game on His field. God called some of these players Pitchers and some of them Hitters. He placed a Pitcher precisely 60 feet 6 inches from a Hitter. Then God commanded that it's one, two, three strikes you're out at the ol' Ballgame.
"And God granted jurisdiction of The Game to lesser Gods, whom He called Umpires. God said the Umpires are infallible, blessed with Heavenly authority, whose judgment is not to be questioned under penalty of expulsion from The Game. And God looked at his creation and He was pleased. Then God created the Infield Fly Rule to confuse nonbelievers.
"And God said, Let there be light beer, and there was. And, God said, let there be peanuts and hot dogs and overpriced souvenirs and let there be frosty chocolate malts with little wooden spoons that you can buy nowhere else except at this Heaven, which God called a Ballpark, and there was. God looked at His creation and it was good.
"And the Lord God formed, from the dust, a collection of elite players in His own image. The Lord God then breathed the breath of life into His creation. God called this creation the National League.
"And God said, It is not good for the National League to be alone. The Lord God shall make it a mate. And thus, while the National League slept, God took several of its top players and created the American League.
"And God blessed The Game, saying, Be fruitful and multiply. Put teams in every city with deserving fans, God added, even if this occurs at the expense of starting-pitching depth.
"From time to time, God understood, The Game would be corrupted by the Serpent. The Serpent was more cunning than any other beast and he would take many wicked forms: the Black Sox, segregation, the Designated Hitter, the Reserve Clause, dead balls, juiced balls, spit balls, corked bats, George Steinbrenner, AstroTurf, the 1981 strike, collusion, lockouts, Pete Rose, the 1994 strike, greenies, cocaine, HGH, Andro, steroids, $20 parking, corporate mallparks, Scott Boras, Donald Fehr, and Bud Selig.
"But, God said, the goodness in The Game shall always prevail. As needed, the Lord shall bestow upon The Game a Savior. And the Savior, like the Serpent, can take many forms. The Savior shall remind Fans how blessed The Game truly is. The Savior shall be called by many names, including Cy, Matty, Honus, Big Train, the Babe, Wrigley Field, Fenway Park, Lou Gehrig, Branch Rickey, Jackie Robinson, Buck O'Neil, Hank Greenberg, Red Barber, Harry Carey, Vin Scully, Jack Buck, Satchel Paige, Bill Veeck, Roberto Clemente, Ernie Banks, Hammerin' Hank, Cool Papa, Dizzy, Lefty, Whitey, Stan the Man, Big Klu, the Say Hey Kid, Campy, Duke, the Mick, the Splendid Splinter, the Gas House Gang, the Big Red Machine, the Damn Yankees, Pudge Fisk, Pudge Rodriguez, Yaz, Pops, the Wizard of Oz, Fernando, George Brett, Moonlight Graham, Roy Hobbs, Wild Thing Vaughn, Bingo Long, the Ryan Express, Donnie Baseball, Rickey, Eck, the Big Unit, the Cactus League, Cal Ripken, Tony Gwynn, Camden Yards, Rotisserie Drafts, Web Gems, Derek Jeter, Dontrelle Willis, Vlad Guerrero, and, from the Far East, Ichiro. And, God guaranteed, there are many more to come.
"God looked upon His creation and He was very pleased. And God spoke, yelling, PLAY BALL!"
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I thought this post was so good that I included it here. Please give all credit to the author, Timothy McSweeney. The site is Undercelebrated the Return of His Prodigal Sock, and the Other Ones Never Came Back.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Friendships
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Allure of Actresses
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
The Big 40th Reunion
Saturday will be my 40th Class Reunion. The event brings back many fond memories of friends, activities, and antics that I shared with my classmates. High school was like a big old ice cream cone to me: it was a cool, smooth treat that brought a smile to my face and left a lingering good taste in my mouth.
Sure, going to high school presented some problems, but I even cherish those difficulties as essential learning experiences. Our class numbered around 90 members, and, by graduation, most of us knew each other pretty well. I can't remember a time when something interesting wasn't going on, even in our little town. We matured quite a bit together, probably not enough, but good fun and comradeship was the order of each day.
Then, the party ended as suddenly as it had begun-- people went away to college, left town for employment, got married, and served in the military. In other words, everybody started walking different paths instead of collectively walking the halls of Valley High School. No longer did we have a guaranteed congregation of friends in our daily lives. My circle of good friends shrunk, literally, overnight. By the end of the summer after graduation, most of the class became ghosts of my past.
Reality bit pretty hard in the fall of 1969 when I entered college. I turned the page to this new chapter of life with considerable regret.
The thought of seeing my classmates again is both sweet and bitter. Our class has lost a few people since graduation, and they will be sorely missed. But, the majority are still alive, and I hope to find them in relatively good health and happy. Over time, I have missed their friendship, and we will be celebrating a milestone at year forty -- the older, gentler, kinder version of ourselves.
I usually am a little discouraged that many choose not to attend, but I'm sure they have good reasons for their absence. And, after all, reunions are not everyone's cup of tea. As for me, I'm not very good at "catching up" activities at class reunions. During conversations with my old classmates, I look them in the eye and see them once again as high school seniors. Then, I often lose my train of inquiry as I remember things we did together in high school, making the present conversation something basically unheard that I know I wouldn't remember anyway. After all, my short-term memory is not nearly as good as it used to be.
Here is an example of my train of thought:
"How have you been, Dave?"
"Oh, I'm just fine, Frank. Just me and the wife now. All the kids are grown up. We're living in Georgia."
"Oh, Georgia huh? What part of the state?"
MY MIND DRIFTS ... and I'm back in the classroom ...
"Hey, Sue! Dave just put a tack in the seat of Mr. National Honor Society when he put his problem on the board. Oh wow, here he comes back to his seat. Owwl! Ha, ha. Look at him grab his ass!"
"Sorry, Dave. Where did you say you lived?"
Also, some class reunion conversations cause my "could haves" to reappear. The "could haves" include the close games we lost, the girls I should have dated, the activities I messed up, the people I didn't thank -- all of those now regrettable twists of fate I ignored or mishandled. And suddenly, proms and drafts and girls and bands and sports scholarships and goals and beers and kisses and injuries start rolling through my mind on an old, endless roll of high school replays. These many images with new added embellishments and old emotions mix together in a roller coaster ride of memories long ago.
Then, the equality of once all being just "students" is shattered as everyone clamors to find out who is now a success and who is now a loser. To that revelation add the ironies-- affluent nerds and preacher outlaws and all-American rejects and beauty queen frumps-- and comments like "My gosh!" and "I would never have believed it!" begin to cloud the room. Salary judgments, physical judgments, and availability judgments make their customary rounds. Out come the divorces, the set-backs, the ailments- and they all must be weighed. And, finally, the concept of "we're going to put this class back together" for one evening seems pretty fruitless. In fact, putting together something already fragmented is a noble idea, but nearly, if not impossible.
At best, the reunion is a commemoration of "what used to be" and an evaluation of "what we had hoped to be." A new memory together is made until the next reunion occurs. The photographer takes the mandatory class photo to preserve the memory of those who may pass away before another reunion and to verify that the person in the photo really did attend. The DJ plays the oldies which evoke personal memories of a class's past that seldom have meaning for present husbands and wives and some couples dance tenuously hoping neither to be labeled a "show off" or to appear too physically impaired.
My class's rallying call was "Sin, sex, beer and wine. We're the class of '69." At the 40th reunion, I think we should amend the motto to "Wishful thinking, once a month, water and get your backs aligned. We're the old farts of 2009."
Reality brings me to the point of this entry. The best part of the reunion for me is my dumb little fantasy of time travel. For one evening every five years, my soul reverts to eighteen. I relive it knowing that going back is possible in only one place- my mind. The familiar eyes I contact will see someone I used to be, and in that suspension of aging and time, my eyes will allow me to return the favor. I loved high school even if all that is left of the experience today is a few drips in the shell of an empty cone.
Eighteen Performed by Alice Cooper (Bruce, Cooper, Dunaway, Smith, Buxton)
Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man I'm eighteen and I don't know what I want
Eighteen I just don't know what I want
Eighteen I gotta get away I gotta get out of this place
I'll go runnin' in outer space
Oh yeah I got a baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about
Feels like I'm livin in the middle of doubt
Cause I'm Eighteen I get confused every day
Eighteen I just don't know what to say
Eighteen I gotta get away
Lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form on the left and right
I'm in the middle the middle of life
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen and I LIKE IT
Yes I like it
Oh I like it
Love it Like it Love it
Eighteen! Eighteen! Eighteen!
Eighteen and I LIKE IT