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PSA

I’m working now as a waiter, so sometimes my shift doesn’t start until 4:00. So on days like these I indulge in my guilty TV pleasure: Court Shows. My two favorite are Judge Judy (classic – can’t be beat) and The People’s Court (a close 2nd.) Although these shows themselves could probably be the source of plenty of commentary, I’ll refrain for now.

What gets me more is the advertising that is shown during the commercial breaks. Most of it, predictably is cheezy… “Bank turned you down for a loan??? CALL US!” “Need a car??? CALL US!!” “Need phone service?? CALL US!!!” Then there are the career focused commercials. Most of us can probably recall Sally Struthers quickly reading the list of home degree programs including such professions as TV/VCR Repair and Refrigeration. Although that classic is not to be seen anymore these days, it has been replaced by what I’d like to call the 2nd generation cheezy job ads. The most popular career advertised is as a medical assistant. You know those annoying people that stand between you and your doctor with hundreds of forms? Yeah, those people. This I have been used to for a while. The other top category is as some sort of minor level creative professional… i.e. graphic design. But I’ve recently seen commercials for a different job.

Aircraft engine maintenance.

Yep. So I guess that the demographic which needs the “Local Phone Company” and career options as massage therapists is the same from which individuals who service the engines of the aircraft we fly are drawn. Now, don’t get me wrong. Jobs as medical billing specialists are honest jobs, and it is good to have a country of workers, not public assistance recipients. However, when it comes to maintaining aircraft engines, be they Pratt and Whitneys in Cessnas or Rolls Royces in Boeings, I’d rather the mechanics not be drawn from the daytime TV crowd.

But, perhaps I’m being a little harsh. After all, with the way the economy has been for manufacturing jobs, there are probably plenty of former workers whose jobs have been shipped off to China or Mexico watching Judge Judy tell it like it is to minor scumbags. I am, after all, haunted by Michael Moore’s Roger and Me. So whether this is just a scary fact or an indication of a larger sobering reality, I’m not ready to say. But as soon as I see Homeland Defense on the big list, then perhaps I’ll duck, and cover.

Yet Another Tech Shift

I’ve decided to move away from Movable Type after having that system for all of one week. Simply, it was too confusing and too slow. Chris clued me in to WordPress, which I am now using. The benefit of this system is that it is written in PHP, a sleaker and more powerful language than Pearl (or at least so I’m lead to beleive.) The brilliance of this system is that it does not necessitate lengthy site rebuilds. Furthermore the linking is very intuitive, and there exists a large online community of developers and people to offer support. It’s also, frankly, less corporate. So again, I’m asking you to bear with me as I iron out some kinks in the formatting and get categories set up. I promise that barring any major meltdowns, I’ll stick with this system so that I can concentrate on the many points of outrage, question and beauty that surround us.

First Amendment TV

I’d like to recommend something on TV. It’s called “The First Amendment Project” and being shown on Sundance and CourtTV. Tonight was the first night (Wed will have same programming on CourtTV,) and featured two short documentaries. The first was a look at Fox v. Franken. That flap was over Al Franken’s book, Lies and the Lying Liars who Tell Them, and the fact that it used the term “fair and balanced” in it’s subheading. Fox News claimed that the term “fair and balanced” was their trademark… and took Franken to federal court. Of course, the real reason this suit was prompted was because Franken throughly discredited O’Reilly in book and O’Reilly was pissed off. In the end Franken won. The documentary is a funny, pithy look into the case and the issues surrounding it.

The second documentary was about the Amiri Baraka scandal. Although I had not heard about this story previously, it turned out to be really interesting. Basically, Baraka, a controversial poet, was named by NJ as the state poet laureate. After 9/11, Baraka wrote a long poem about 9/11, which could be summed up as a, “who’s really the bad guy here?” type piece. In it, he hinted that perhaps the state of Israel knew about the attacks. This, of course, got the people at the ADL furious. Since NJ could not revoke Baraka’s title as poet laureate, and he refused to abscond, the NJ senate decided to abolish the position of state poet laureate… a roundabout way of firing him for what he wrote. The film uses this story to outline the importance of art as political speech, and examine to what extent, if any, art can be regulated when financed with public funds.

Lurking in the back of both stories, and explicitly touched upon in the latter was the idea of culture wars. Sure there are the Fox News’ and Franken’s of the world, but what of the many lesser battles that play out daily in the streets, courts, art galleries and schools? The question in my mind becomes, “Does the current administration, because it is so indebted to the religious right, stifle first amendment privileges in the name of decency, morality, national security, or what have you?” Although you all probably know my answer, it’s certainly not a question to be treated lightly.

To reel in this topic for some discussion (which I’m glad to see happening here) I’ll bring it to the specific instance of government funded art. If the government supports an individual artist, through a grant program or any other means of financial assistance, does it have the right to censor what that individual creates? Does the piper have to play to the tune of his benefactor, or should the first amendment supersede such patronage?

Link: First Amendment Project – Sundance Channel.

The Purpose of SUVs

So I’ve finally figured it out. It’s all about the Christmas tree. Today on the way home from work, I passed no less than 5 giant SUV’s with Christmas trees on top of them. And I’m not talking the little wannabe SUVs, I’m taking the big time suburban fuck you where’s my gas SUVs. And when I thought about it, it makes perfect sense. What better a way to prove one’s MASCULINITY than to tie a DEAD TREE to the top of one’s SUV. No embarrassing driving with the tree sticking out of an open trunk. No, with the mega SUV, you OWN Nature. So BOOYAH!

Moonlight with Deer

It’s 1 AM on Sunday and I just got back from my job at the ___ Golf Club. Ya know, although working as function waiter may not sound like the best gig in the world, here it’s really not bad. I work with simply a great group of people. Half are young Americans like me, and the other half are Brazilians of all ages… some are waiters, some buspeople, others cooks. The thing is, everyone is good. Yeah, I know, good really isn’t the most descriptive word, but I think it’s the right one. These people are honest, hard working, and have a endless well of humor.

Just this night, the party, which was supposed to end at midnight, decided to keep going for another hour. There was a group of young ladies dancing and they didn’t want to stop. Despite the requisite grumbling among us about how we wanted to go home, I could sense that we were happy because our guests were happy (and very polite.) For the last two songs, my boss and two of the Brazilian waiters decided to join the guests on the dance floor. Me and the Vietnamese busman decided to watch…

And it got me thinking. Though these people had a working, but not completely fluent grasp of English, and would thus probably work service jobs for quite a while if not their entire lives, they are kind, they are good, and they enjoy a good 80’s song. Though I’m glad to be working here, I know that come January, I’ll be leaving for greener (or golden brown to be precise) pastures. Maybe that allows me the rose tinted glasses… But I’m glad I ended up here, rather than at some job stuck behind a computer. For all the good of the internet, there’s something irreplaceable about a good team.