Monthly Archives: August 2015

Transcendence: Never Gonna Change

Each week, we’ll look at another example of what I call a “moment of transcendence” – a scene from a show, a passage from a book, or anything else, that I find soul-piercingly resonant: joyful, sad, awe-inspiring, terrifying, or whatever. These moments are highly subjective, so you may not feel the same way I do, but nevertheless I’ll try to convey why I find the fragment so powerful. I hope we can enjoy it together.


Very often, you’ll fall in love with a song or a story when you’re a kid, but you won’t fully appreciate it – you won’t really get it – till you’re an adult. I think that just about any art worth its salt will grow along with you.

That’s how it was with Collin Raye’s 1995 song “I Think About You,” which came out when I was ten.

It’s a country song that is feminist (yes, they exist!) – but, more broadly, it’s about fighting for change in a world that often doesn’t care. It’s sung from the perspective of a father whose outlook on world problems has shifted now that he has an eight-year-old daughter. I do not have a daughter myself – or a son – as far as I know, but as I get older, I’ve begun seeing social problems more in the way he describes.

There are a couple lines in particular:

(Click here if you can’t see the audio player.)

Every time I hear people say it’s never gonna change
I think about you
Like it’s some kind of joke, some kind of game
Girl, I think about you

It’s an indictment of cynicism.

Now, I’m cynical about some things, I admit. But I think there are two kinds of cynicism. There’s bitterness born of frustration with a broken system: the anger that comes from fighting and losing. And then there’s a darker, more complacent cynicism, an attitude of sitting back on your hands and saying, “Well, that’s just how life is.” It’s that second kind, I think, that he’s talking about here.

From a certain angle, bitter complacency can sound like wisdom. But it’s poison – and not just for us, but for future generations too. For me, these lines are an elegant reminder of what’s at stake.

So, um. That was kind of depressing for a Monday morning. Here, have a comic about dog psychology.

Friday Politics Roundup

Last night I stayed up late and watched the first 2016 Republican presidential debate, followed by the last Jon Stewart episode of the Daily Show. So in lieu of links, I’ll talk about those.

Thoughts on the debate, bearing in mind that I’m about as likely to win the Kentucky Derby as vote for any of these candidates:

  • A lot of people criticized Fox News for their “arbitrary” selection process, cutting the top ten from the bottom seven on the basis of some very thin differences in polling numbers. I don’t understand this; of course it’s arbitrary. Any such decision is arbitrary. What’s the alternative? Have all seventeen on stage at once?
  • The moderators asked excellent hardball questions and managed the debate very well. They seemed a lot smarter than the people onstage.
  • Before the debate, Rand Paul was the only one I liked even a little, because of his strong defense of civil liberties. Well, that’s gone. Dunno if he’s a dick in real life, but he sure acted like one last night, attacking other candidates over meaningless, trivial distractions (like Chris Christie hugging Obama).
  • Speaking of Christie, I thought he came across reasonably well, aside from wanting to use the Fourth Amendment as toilet paper. He seemed to grasp the idea that you can’t get the budget under any kind of control by just whittling around the edges, without touching entitlements.
  • Huckabee’s an idiot; or at least, if he’s smart, he hides it well. His alternative to raising the social security retirement age is to remove retirement benefits for Congress – as if that would have any kind of significant effect.
  • Jeb Bush seemed relatively okay.
  • Trump was what you’d expect – vapid, bombastic, insulting, sensational, and stupid. The sad thing is, I can actually see a certain id-centered charisma to the man. He spins compassion as political correctness, disrespect as honesty, and critical thinking as stupidity – and at some level, it works. I still don’t think he’s a real contender, but his solid #1 position in polls (within the Republicans) is depressing enough as is.
  • Ben Carson, by contrast, was very un-charismatic, though without much substance to compensate.
  • John Kasich, the governor of Ohio (my home), came across surprisingly well. He sounded like he understands that people with opposing ideas aren’t automatically enemies. Of course, this will hurt his chances considerably.
  • There were other people on the stage too.
  • Just a quick reminder that today, now, in 2015, 94% of the major Republican candidates (and 100% of the top ten) are men. And 88% are white. Just in case anyone tries to tell you that we’re living in a post-racial society, or that feminism isn’t necessary.
  • It’s depressing that Obama and Hillary have become so deeply vilified that merely associating a candidate with them counts as an attack, while Ronald Reagan has apparently become a kind of benevolent Republican god, to the point that candidates defend their policies by saying “Reagan did it too.”
  • Don’t forget, everybody, we’ve got fifteen more months of this.

As for Stewart’s last Daily Show (#JonVoyage), it was more sentimental than funny, which is fine. Jon paid tribute to all (or at least a hell of a lot) of his past correspondents, ending with Colbert, whose heartfelt expression of gratitude moved Jon to tears. Then they went behind the scenes and gave a who’s who of the people who run the show. Jon gave a final, very enjoyable little talk on the importance of detecting bullshit, which nicely summed up the show’s entire message. And then, for some reason, Bruce Springsteen came on and sang for a really, really long and boring time.

Hats off to Mr. Stewart and everyone else who’s made The Daily Show possible. You made us all a little smarter – or, failing that, a little better at laughing at stupidity.

Have a laudable weekend!

Polish and Bones

That esteemed sage of our time, Tycho Brahe (the video gamer, not the astronomer) once wrote:

I think our people are sort of obsessed with polish, to be honest.  I’m not a masochist by any means, and it is my preference to play games that function, but I feel very strongly that I need to be receptive – both for myself, and in your service.  We can’t assume that every incredible, epochal idea is matched by mechanically incredible execution.

Likewise, my mom (a painter, and a pretty good one) talks about a painting having “good bones.” That means that the fundamentals of a painting – composition, value, palette – are strong, even if some details may be off. It may not be polished, but deep down, it’s got the right stuff.

My mom’s comment and Tycho’s are saying basically the same thing. In any art form, there’s deep quality – the “bones” – and surface quality – the “polish.” And, as consumers of art, we should be wise enough to know the difference.

Why? Because we’ll miss a lot of gold if we’re not willing to brush off the muck.

Babylon 5 is one of the greatest TV shows ever made – if you ignore the first season…and a lot of the second season…and the fifth season…and the cheesy special effects…and the occasionally over-the-top dialogue…and – well, you get the idea. The point is that it’s hard to draw someone new into Babylon 5 because it’s so easy to dismiss, since it lacks polish in a lot of places. But the price for dismissing it is never getting to see those sublime moments of visual poetry: Londo taking out the island of Shadows…Ivanova realizing that the voice of God is the voice of Marcus…Vir answering Moridin’s question, “What do you want?”…

Star Trek: The Next Generation has its moments of startling beauty, but you wouldn’t know it from the first season. Buffy is the same. Reading The Silmarillion is somewhere between sipping ambrosia and smashing your own eye sockets with a ball-peen hammer.

As artists, of course, we strive for both the bones and the polish, and there’s plenty out there that succeeds on both levels – stuff that’s deep and also easy to recommend, like Breaking BadAvatar: The Last AirbenderLittle Miss Sunshine, and Ender’s Game (the book, not the movie). Wonderful. Stand up and applaud.

Other stuff is just polish, with nothing much underneath. A lot of summer blockbusters are that way – munch your popcorn and forget. Nothing wrong with that either.

All I’m saying is, if you have reason to think a story might be great, don’t give up on it too quick. It may be awkward or boring or baffling at first, but brush off the dust. See what’s underneath. You might be surprised.

And if you get through the whole thing, and it still sucks, well…rant about it in a blog post.

Haiku 365: July

#184: 7/1/2015
Mozart pirouettes,
singing like bells. Beethoven
smashes and sinks deep.

#185: 7/2/2015
Lonely apple tree
stands, spine erect, while two more
bend like verdant crones.

#186: 7/6/2015
Young Sylvia Plath
smiling in Paris, as if
burdenless and free.

#187: 7/6/2015
The editor must
cultivate wild text, tending
jungles like gardens.

#188: 7/6/2015
Sirens caterwaul
and fade; my own life goes on,
glib, without crisis.

#189: 7/6/2015
To bed and to rise,
each day, with my wife. Fortune
radiates like stars.

#190: 7/7/2015
See the rains gather,
assembling as for council:
they judge, then disperse.

#191: 7/8/2015
Grand spiderless Web,
linking eyes to eyes, what prey
will you snare tonight?

#192: 7/12/2015
Old friend on Facebook.
What paths have you taken for
these decades apart?

#193: 7/12/2015
Handwritten letters,
inefficiently charming,
back and forth and back.

#194: 7/12/2015
This “gluten-free beer” –
gluten-free, I understand.
Are you sure it’s beer?

#195: 7/12/2015
Talk to us, Pluto.
Grant us your deep-space wisdom.
Teach us how to chill.

#196: 7/14/2015
Quiet streets are like
quiet lives, pensive and poised
to find the freeway.

#197: 7/14/2015
Tower, Hermit, Fool,
Emperor, Death, Justice, Moon:
what sayeth the cards?

#198: 7/15/2015
One slim rainless sky
beams triumphantly, and then
slinks back into gray.

#199: 7/16/2015
New book, virgin draft,
innocent of revision,
clean and paper-white.

#200: 7/17/2015
Sliver of lightning
slices gray paper heaven
like a razor-flash.

#201: 7/19/2015
Two cups of coffee
before speaking words aloud.
One thing at a time.

#202: 7/19/2015
Dusty oasis
glitters like frigid lightning,
sapphire on the sand.

#203: 7/20/2015
Verses and chapters
build a tower to heaven
strong with many tongues.

#204: 7/21/2015
Sunlight in my eyes.
Bright and dark blind equally.
Only gray can see.

#205: 7/22/2015
Balance in all things;
failing that, hearts are better
heavy than empty.

#206: 7/23/2015
Dinner with Betsy
and friends comes to a close: now,
hand in hand, alone.

#207: 7/24/2015
Writing a novel
is lonely symbiosis,
author and the world.

#208: 7/27/2015
Maps are devices
for turning cities to dots.
Travel turns them back.

#209: 7/27/2015
Tears are contagious;
when our basement pipe joints weep,
why then, so do we.

#210: 7/27/2015
What sage inventor
first melded PB and J?
Build him a statue.

#211: 7/28/2015
Pixels from Pluto,
gossipy tweets, alike are
Turing’s legacy.

#212: 7/29/2015
Plaintive beeping of
toaster oven; its sole job,
only song it knows.

#213: 7/30/2015
Secret nighttime talks:
words land softly on pillows,
hidden by darkness.

#214: 8/1/2015
Scrabble fast and loose:
bingo’s automatic win,
“wubo” is a word.

Transcendence: Another World

Each week, we’ll look at another example of what I call a “moment of transcendence” – a scene from a show, a passage from a book, or anything else, that I find soul-piercingly resonant: joyful, sad, awe-inspiring, terrifying, or whatever. These moments are highly subjective, so you may not feel the same way I do, but nevertheless I’ll try to convey why I find the fragment so powerful. I hope we can enjoy it together.


On my computer I have a file called “Quotes.txt”. I’ve collected quotes over the years from all sources – novels, letters, diaries, TV shows, poems, Internet chat logs, even stuff that people have told me. I’ve probably got a couple hundred by now.

Among my favorites:

There is another world, but it is in this one.

I have very little information about this quote. It’s from Paul Éluard. I didn’t know anything about Éluard until this morning, when I looked him up for this blog post. Evidently he was a French surrealist poet, a friend of Picasso.

The quote appears to be genuine (Wikiquote has a source for it, and the original French) but I have no idea of the context. So I don’t know what it meant to Éluard.

I can tell you what it means to me.

To me, as an agnostic humanist, it says that magic is real, but it’s not opposed to the laws of physics.

When New Horizons crosses two million kilometers in under ten years and tells us a story of the most distant land we’ve ever visited, that’s magic – woven by a team of sorcerers who spent years in sorcery school, where they learned that some magic is based on math and articulated by computers.

When a Zen Buddhist meditates for years and attains enlightenment, it’s not because the spirit of some bodhisattva reached out to impart spiritual wisdom and knowledge (at least not in any literal sense). It’s because the practitioner has, through endless hours of disciplined focus, rewired their own brain to allow for a new perspective on life.

When I say that I love Betsy more than anyone on Earth, and she loves me, it does not diminish that bond to realize that it evolved as a survival tactic, a way of strengthening groups of animals. Love is what it is, and its mechanism does not tarnish its message.

The sacred is an emergent property of the profane.

See? A moment of transcendence – about transcendence. Isn’t that fun?