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Conquer Fear

January 31st, 2009 No comments

I’m hoping that “Conquer Fear” will be the theme for pickabar in 2009. 2008’s theme was “Gain Back A Lot of Weight”, which wasn’t as fun as it sounds.

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Conquer Fear

 

Gather up your courage pull it on like an overcoat
The only thing worth more than knowledge is loyalty to an oath
An oath to true friendship tight as any family bond
When you call out for aid there’s no question how they’ll respond
You never have to worry, you know just where they stand
So there’s no need for deep thinking when it’s their turn to need a hand

So get up on your feet
Get your ass in gear
There’s never been a man that lived
Who hasn’t had to conquer fear

Said he’d always be there, now he’s like a ghost
His courage failed him he ran away just when you needed him most
You’re parents always dreamed of college now you’re scared that they’ll kick you out
You can’t sleep you don’t know where you’ll live or how you’ll feed another mouth
The truth is that you made your choices and that boy took the cowards way
You’ll have to find the strength within you’ll have to grow up in a couple of days

So get up on your feet
Get your ass in gear
There’s never been a woman that lived
Who hasn’t had to conquer fear

Divest yourself of dependency, throw it off like a dirty robe
Let your eyes adjust to the light the way morning rushes over the globe
Don’t let fear become a prison more than bars ever could
Don’t turn your home into a jail cell, you know a real prisoner never would
We now have the technology to hide away in our caves
But we’d be fools to accept loneliness so we can live our lives like we’re the internet’s slaves

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How To: Watch Baseball

January 30th, 2009 No comments

 

People who say watching baseball is boring aren’t doing it right. Almost no one watches every single second of the game. Instead, you practice guitar, or you lift weights, or you practice your dance moves, or you flip through National Geographic. When the rhythm of the game calls your attention you watch the buildup to the moment, you watch the moment, you digest the moment and then you get back to practicing arpeggios. It’s pretty simple, really.


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A Fiscal Philosophy I Can Get Behind

January 28th, 2009 No comments

 


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Steep

January 22nd, 2009 No comments

I jammed with my friend named Omar* on drums three or four times about two or three years ago. Nothing structured, we just sat in a room and he banged on the drums and I banged on the guitar, both of us with a modicum of skill. Omar is actually a great guitarist, but wanted to branch out into the world of drumming. I was just getting started seriously playing guitar and hadn’t really gotten comfortable with playing it in front of people. I’m very thankful for the experience, but we never got the band going.

One of the first things we did together was jam out a song I called “Steep.” I never got a good recording of it and I may never get to record it, but I wanted to share the lyrics with you. So…let’s call it a poem.

Steep

Well if there ever was a day
when steeping tea would take our breath away
and orange rinds or orange peels
would pierce the protective efforts of our shields
we’d never entertain the thought to yield
nor turn our backs with death at our heels

Well If there ever was a day
when walking home could take our breath away
Singing birds so high up in the trees
embers of the setting sun burning through the leaves
we’d never entertain the thought to sleep
not with the wonders of this planet at our feet

Well If there ever was a day
When you could feel the breath of life fading away
Or if time was a clock
Whose hand’s we saw to never stop
You would breathe deeply
You would Steep

You would steep.

When I was a very young, my grandmother Nancy took a lot of pleasure in drinking tea. After working hard at her two jobs, one of her great joys was to sit down at the kitchen table in the shared kitchen of the place where we lived and enjoy a cup. I remember the smell of a brand new box of Lipton tea packets vividly. I also remember my visceral anger when one day Lucy, the landlord of the rooming house where we lived, did something to upset her while she was having her cup. It probably wasn’t that big of a deal, I don’t remember any of the details of what happened, but that image stuck with me.

As I got older, my Gramma inexplicably switched to coffee. I asked her why, but she didn’t know herself.

 

Part owner of Reciprocal Skateboards if you’ll excuse the name dropping.


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Some people are so talented it makes you a little sick…

January 19th, 2009 No comments

I know a guy named Tim who is a great musician. I’ve never seen him go without making music for more than fifteen minutes. He taught me to play the Ukulele by shoving it in my hands and telling me to play it. He’s also a pretty darn good artist.


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Some people make it really hard to find excuses to be lazy, don’t they? I need to go practice!


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My Life Is My Own, RIP Patrick McGoohan

January 15th, 2009 No comments

 

I’m usually very cynical about the RIP notices that flash across social networks. Every lost life is a human tragedy to those close to the lost person, so why fetishize those who happened to gain some level of celebrity during their lives? Well, it turns out I’m a hypocrite. When I logged on to MySpace this morning a bulletin was posted regarding the passing of one Patrick Joseph McGoohan, better known to many nerdy folks like myself as Number 6. The Prisoner.


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I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, de-briefed or numbered. My life is my own.

The Prisoner was a seventeen episode TV series which aired on British television during the 1960’s. It is probably TV’s most famous allegory. The plot revolves around a secret agent (some fans consider him the secret agent of McGoohan’s former show Danger Man) who is referred to exclusively as Number 6. At the very beginning of the series, the spy is kidnapped and deposited on an island known as The Village after resigning his post. Over the course of the series , struggles against an equally un-named authority represented in the personage of various antagonists each of whom is referred to as Number 2. All of the inhabitants of The Village are referred to exclusively by number, but only Number 6 refuses to accept his, declaring “I am not a number, I am a free man!”

Each episode of the series involves a given Number 2’s attempts to get Number 6 to reveal why he has resigned, despite his continued insistence that he has done so for no nefarious purpose. It seems clear that the real desire of The Village is to round off every square peg, so that the individual is absorbed into the collective just as the amorphous “Rover” absorbs any who try to flee the island. The goal is not so much information for it’s own sake, as it is the desire for conformity. In fact, those who run the village put forward the mantra:


Questions are a burden and answers a prison for one’s self.

Why do they want information, then? Why is their first attempt at cracking Six to show him that they have know almost everything about his life? Because they understand that information is power. Those who are willing to abandon their privacy are no threat to power. The individual is no threat to the powers that be if he or she no longer has the desire to ask tough questions of those in charge.


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It’s never really clear who in The Village  is a prisoner and who is a warden. In a way, perhaps everyone is a prisoner. The various Number 2’s try to cajole Six into abandoning his individuality through threats, offers of glory and fame, offers of power, brainwashing and various other mind-bending and nefarious techniques but to no avail. On several occasions, even the illusion of freedom itself is used to entice him. It doesn’t work. His dogged determination to escape, to maintain his sense of self as defined by his own views and to live his life the way he prefers never waivers. In fact, it gives him the strength to overcome the weaker minded minions of authority.

In my favorite episode, “Hammer Into Anvil”, he turns Goethe’s quote around. The hammer pounds and pounds, but in the end the anvil outlasts it and the hammer cracks. Those who view others as weak and untrustworthy are revealed for what they are. They doubt others, because they know that they themselves are built on unsound foundations. They seek the embrace of collectivism and total authority because they fear that those who would choose self-determination are made of sterner stuff.

I got into the series as a teenager when the episodes were broadcast on PBS in the states. I couldn’t believe that this show had been shown on mainstream television in the 60’s (albeit in England). Couldn’t the powers that be see what the show was saying? How could they have allowed it to even air? Ah, the eternal optimism of the youth who still believes that their is a chance to grow up and be a lone wolf. In real life, the village…erm, society that is…always wins. The individual is doomed to search for any scrap of true freedom that he can find.

This was rebellion that I as a true science fiction nerdling could definitely jibe with. Six is tough, a secret agent and a lady’s man, but he couldn’t be farther from the James Bond stereotypes that that description probably brings to mind. First and foremost, his most potent weapon is his wit and cleverness. He out thinks his antagonists’ every gambit and in judo-like fashion turns their strengths into his strengths. He responds to their every friendly statement or offer of acceptance with a witty retort that makes it clear that his only interest is his freedom.

On the few occasions where he is presented with a love interest, he is unflappable, gentlemanly and never loses focus on his objective. You can understand why this might have been an attractive role model for a young man hopped up on hormones and wracked with self-consciousness when confronted with anyone of the fairer sex. In the first episode he is given a maid who he rejects. She later returns and tearfully entreats Six to provide her with some tidbit of information so that she can barter it for her freedom. He coldly sends her on his way. If my teen self had been Six, the series would have been over at that point.

Even the violence in the series was treated as a necessity rather than glorified tastelessly as it usually is in stories about rebels. Patrick seemed like the least likely action hero, especially from an American viewpoint. This was no Stallone or Schwarzenegger spouting marble mouthed one liners. There was no flexing of muscles, no strutting swagger.  I later learned that he’d actually been a boxer, but at the time he seemed rather..dare I say it…nerdy. No matter, it didn’t change my image of him a bit to find about his pugilistic background.

The show is as relevant today as it was when originally aired, if not more so. Our leader during these last eight years is someone who seems to have governed based on the “questions/answers” mantra I referred to earlier. During the run up to the invasion of Iraq, those who protested the war or did anything to appear to question the authority of our leaders was shunned, insulted and even vilified by our supposedly liberally biased media. I swear I almost heard the cries of “Unmutual!” We live in an age where we have voluntarily become numbers in the name of convenience. We live in an age where any non-conformity that cannot be packaged, manufactured and marketed is viewed suspiciously. We have freely surrendered our privacy in the name of security and technological advance. I have no answers to offer, I’m as much a villager as anyone else. I do know that we need to ask ourselves some of the questions that The Prisoner asks.

There’s a new Prisoner re-make in the works, but I have rather low expectations for it. I’ll watch it anyway, of course.

Be Seeing You, Patrick.

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Listen as the door of his apartment opens at the end of the series…I guess we all live in the village.



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What’s Up? Are You Down?

January 5th, 2009 No comments

Welcome to 2009 ye few, ye grudgingly proud, ye pickabar readers. Doesn’t 2009 sound like the year a science fiction movie is supposed to take place? Maybe that means that astonishingly great things will happen this year. Maybe it just means I’m getting old. Perhaps a little of both.

Personal goals for the new year?

  1. Get back under 250 lbs.
  2. Play a show.
  3. Play at an open mic show.
  4. Get published by a commercial publication.
  5. Let people know when they have hurt my feelings.
  6. Stop being a hermit.
  7. Get a job.

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that I resigned? I’m taking a little break from the daily grind after eight years of running in sand at my old job. I’m hoping inspiration hits and I find a way to make a living that also allows me to be fulfilled as a person. Or at least a job where my traits are respected and valued. I know that the cynical among you are probably chuckling at that last statement. Don’t worry, I chuckled as I wrote it.

Now that I think about it, let me add another honorary goal to that list. I want to make sure that as often as possible when people ask what I’ve been up to I’ll actually have something to say. There’s a lot to do in life and not a lot of time to do it. “Uh, we went to a bar yesterday” isn’t all that impressive after the two hundredth time you tell it to someone.

What’s up? Are you down?

Are You Down?

What’s Up?
Are you down?
The smell of death
is all around

On your feet
What’s up?
Or on your knees?
Are you down?
why worship gods
that you can never please?

Are you up?
on your feet?
Are you down?
on your knees?
what’s up?
are you down?
Are you down?
what’s up?
Are you down?
what’s up?
What’s up?
are you down?
Are you down?
are you down?

Get up!
The time is now
The smell of history
is all around

On your feet!
Get up!
On your feet!
The time is now

Don’t waste a moment
in front of parted seas.

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*CB on bass.

[re-posted due to link problem]

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