Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Cool Ideas in Theory (Like Batman Comic Book Mythology)


"But He knows the way I take; When He has tried [pressures] me, I shall come forth as gold." (Job 23:10). If you've been living under a rock, here is a link to the trials of the famous Job:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Book_of_Job

Here we have my favorite Saint: (other then animal fanatic St. Anthony), St. Michel The Arch Angel. He's is almost always portrayed holding a shield and/or a sword. He has his feet on a dragon, or a snake, or something that symbolizes something evil. The mighty at heart crushing the wicked at heart. I'm beginning to attach myself to the idea that mythologies are in everyone's head, their "world view", is all an illusion. However I love to think there was some kind of truth, instead of subscribing to beliefs that came in strange miraculous forms.

I love the center of the universe in his chest. He kind of looks like he is launching off to space in a space suit, while stabbing an alien; all with the strength of a super hero minus the muscles. All sarcasm aside, his story is one of my favorites, as far as mythology goes. Now if we could just apply some of this fantasy stuff to the real world....

Synthetic Emotions

While reviewing the novel "The Day of the Locust" by Nathanael West, one of my favorite professors gave a lecture on authenticity and the birth of television. Nathanael West would be more known if he had not died in his early thirty's in a car crash. He death was around the advent of sitcoms. He predicted that emotions would mirror the sentimentality of television shows.

Sitcoms have to 'speed up' emotions to fit the frame of a half an hour time slot. To interest the large American (and world) audience, you have to agree upon emotional responses (nothing risky or too edgy) and unify emotional response. T.V is not meant to instruct it's audience. It's aim is to pacify a work worn viewer; to zone out, stare, and enjoy.

The moral code for these emotional responses is always clique. Take a hallmark advertisement for example. The Christian happiness of a child receiving a puppy for Christmas. Heart warming, feel good emotional responses that make a person at ease in the world we live in day to day.

Unified emotions, sped up to fit their half hour time slot, watched continuously, might infect the viewer enough to 'borrow' socially agreed upon emotions as our own. You break up with your boyfriend, as a crass example. Borrow the emotional response from a popular show. In our society, everyone is so frantic to fit in and be considered normal (plus we are lazy) it is safer to borrow emotional responses from television then to create your own. And by this point you probably are so brainwashed with these contrived, synthetic responses that you don't know what to feel anymore.

Remember in Camus "The Stranger" how the protagonist was unsure if it was okay to drink coffee at his mother's funeral? This was before t.v. infected our lives. But still there was a moral stalling: wondering if it was socially acceptable to drink coffee at a funeral. We are so uptight about what is right and wrong that it seems only normal to live complacently through the television screen.

I am merely pointing out that t.v. shows do speed up emotions, unify them, and present them to us for our amusement. It's detrimental when we chose not to go with our natural emotions and instead borrow from what's in vogue. It's more detrimental when our subconscious does the borrowing, without us knowing. The next time you are forced to feel, make sure you feel from deep in your gut- and it's fine to be slobbering, hysterical, and beside yourself. We are living for an all too brief time on this planet. Our emotions are all we have to make us human. Not the automatons zoning out to the boob tube after a long day of robotic labor.

The French Know Things

The French Know Things About two years ago I sat down with a Guinness and one of my favorite professors. He had a logic test on his syllabus which had not been solved in his 15 years of teaching. The prize was a beer. My brother solved it, I took the credit, I won a free beer. This professor was such a beautiful soul; lusty and clever and honest. Directly wired in life I thought. We talked about jazz. How Frank Sinatra gave an olive from his martini to one lucky fellow he really liked every night. Then the subject turned to personal drama. Turmoil for him. His daughter was dying of cancer. I was fighting bad vices that anyone who knows me knows about. We could only talk about intellectual barriers because what we were going through was unspeakable. He mentioned that out of all the things that can happen in life, being happy is not important. He referenced Cathrine Deneuve, the gorgeous French actress (so French!) who was asked in an interview at the height of her career if she was happy. She sat with a cigarette and her long blond hair (which that professor said reminded him of a cocker spaniel's mane), sultry accent and replied, "Happiness, what is that?!". Ah the French. In my own life I have to ask myself that a lot, because I'm not happy very often. I get angry, jealous, resentful- just frustrated with people in general. But I love them so much- hold such high standards- that if they let me down it stings. They usually do though. But I still love them- just from a great distance apart. Happiness is only one emotion of the broad spectrum of feeling that passes through me every day. And I don't want to group emotions into black and white categories anyway. Happiness is a hard one. I take it when it comes.