Thursday, October 27, 2005

The Eliticism of Subculture Critics...and Everyone's a Critic

The fact of my anti-social personality is no more proven true than in the process of this post. I debate this purpose with the silent voice hammering adjectives and verbs and subject-matter points in my head. But, putting them on screen is a conversation I must have alone with an imaginary audience much smarter than I and fully capable of smelling bullshit in a flower shop.

Between sentences and paragraphs, I twirl a pen and think of what the non-existent voice in my head cannot...complete sentences. Because I can type them, that makes me better than him. But he thinks them and whispers them humbly, altruistic acts of a true writing spirit, contradictory to the writer himself. Trying to speak for him, a butchered and biased translation proceeds now.

Punk is just...punk. It's both. It's the musical style and the message. They both have to be there or it's not punk. There's no way to really get someone to understand. You either do or you don't.
- from Psycho Dave's essay, "The Meaning of Punk: A Memoir" on Kuro5him.

You either know something or you don't, either way, a definition is unexplainable. It's easier to say what something isn't, than to say what it is. Cliches aside, subcultures are created from critics.

Being a writer or a punk or a gamer is not a lifestyle, but a life. A life of images as seen through ideals and self-worth. A subconcious life of shaking heads and pointing fingers away from the body. "I am not this." "I am infinitately more indescribable."

"The Meaning of Punk," to Psycho Dave is one thing, to the critical commenters it's something not so easily packaged between the first capital letter and the final period of the piece.

I am a poser, the non-existent voice is my head is a writer. I embody a definition that he just knows to be true without limiting it to vague words and cliched phrases. That's the way it is with me and this non-existent voice. We don't know how we write together, we just do.

Friday, October 14, 2005

To Hell in a Hand-Woven Basket

Uncanny reading lately about scientific discoveries, past and present. Even men in Ancient Egypt were scared of getting their girlfriends pregnant. Ramen did not invent the noodle. Tolkien's "Lord of the Ring" series could really be Hobbit folklore. Pre-historic white meat in South America learned to fly just as quickly as birds in North American and Asia.

Contraception, noodles, Hobbits, flying dinosaurs; just more useless trivia our kids will be tested on in junior high history classes or maybe our junior high history teacher wasn't lying when he said "history has a way of repeating itself" when asked why we needed to know about the past.

Modern-day resemblences: AIDS, Anorexia (the teen suicide before-dinner salad), men saving the world from Ring-fascinated, world domineering women (that may be a little exaggerated and biased...senseless EE, senseless), and Avian flu.

I'm not a conspiracy-theoryist - though this taken with my previous EE post, I may start writing about alien sitings) - but I find it interesting that news-making, historical findings, in fact make the news because of their ties to modern-day headlines. I wonder if the connection is merely one of "newsworthiness" or one of irony.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Who's "Intelligent Design" is This Anyway?

So, God creates Man on the 6th day. Millions of years later, after a 40-day flood to rid the earth of its sinners, we still argue if God really did all this or if we walked away from our crazy, Godless monkey ancestors.

Hurrican Katrina nearly sinks New Orleans, obviously not a man-made catastrophe, that is, unless you believe those wack-job scientists who say global warming has heated the earth's oceans thus making strong hurricanes more numerous.

A pandemic incubates in Asia. In the image of the H5N1, avaian flue, Americans re-spawn the deadly 1918 Spanish flu that killed millions worldwide. Cloning things, and now bringing deadly viruses back from the "dead" - a virus is never really alive, so it can never really be dead, but it's the idea here - it seems as if we're getting this God created us out of His Image thing down and are just running amok here on earth.

While a Pennsylvania state court decides whether the chicken or the egg should be taught first, I'm watching the West Coast wildfires claim thousands of acres, I'm watching the calender as it flips pages closer to 40 days and 40 nights since the Aug. 29 Hurricane Katrina landfall and following floods, and I'm watching the biological clock tick away the seconds and minutes the H5N1 virus evolves and mutates, like the 1918 Spanish flu, from bird flu to global pandemic. While I'm watching this apocolypse unfold, I'll read the Book of Revelations as told by Stephen King in his bestseller The Stand, and be glad that I'm a sinner, don't believe in Heaven or Hell, and won't have to worry about fighting the final battle between good and evil.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Harriet Miers: Garfield in an Odie Costume?

Senate Democrats slept peacefully uneasy last night. President Bush's USSC Chief Justice nominee, John Roberts, put on the robes of a new era this morning, but the historic truth of Roberts' judicial and constitutional legacy was overcast by a new Supreme Court nominee - one that has never worn a judge's robe before.

President Bush's nominee is relatively unknown by anyone outside of the legal system, yet she is already being hyped and criticized in the media. She was the first woman to serve as president of the Texas State bar could very well be the third woman to sit on the USSC (after O'Connor and Ginsberg. In the Texas and federal political arenas, her record is clumped highest in the president's kitty box. But, then again, she was doing only what she was hired to do.

Little is known about her stances on hot-button issues, but already Senate Minority Leader, Harry Reid said
"the Supreme Court would benefit from the addition of a justice who has real experience as a practicing lawyer."


Her judicial inexperience could either be her most profitable asset or an insurmountable deficit. Some democrats are already saying that her nomination is just another way President Bush is taking to get this country lost in his head, but she could very well be the "average jane" in Washington that we've all dreamt of being right out of college.

There is an American tradition that politicians breed politicians and a middle class that yells for a representative of its own. Harriet Miers could be just that. Or she could be a Garfield dressed as "man's best friend" four weeks too early.