Thoughts, rants, and other political and musical chatter from a cynical optimist

31 August 2005

I'm gonna take you surfin' with me

I hope Chad Hutchinson still remembers how to surf.

About a baby's term ago, the now ex-Bear was surfing when he got the call. He'd been cut by the Dallas Cowboys, who were woefully underachieving in the quarterback area and still didn't want Hutch. But the Bears, who'd been resting on the shoulders of Rex "Handle With Care" Grossman, Jonathan "Could I Suck Any Harder" Quinn, and Craig "I Can Win But I Can't Throw" Krenzel, were in desperate need of somebody to stop the bleeding at quarterback. Hutchinson came in as a savior, even though Krenzel, who couldn't hit a wideout if they were the only two on the field, had miraculously won his first three starts--the first time any Bears rookie QB, including Grossman, had ever accomplished that feat. Hell, even Peyton Manning didn't do that. But Hutch succeeded, and in brilliant fashion. He confounded the woefully incompetent Minnesota defense, passing for four TDs en route to a victory for the Bears.

It was the best it'd get under Hutchinson.

He lost his last few starts of the season, triumphantly leading the horrendous and injury-plagued Chicago team to a 5-11 record. But because he was the last guy to start and post decent numbers for the team since Grossman went down to the freak neck injury early last season, he was tapped as the team's #2 QB, behind the ever-improving Grossman.

Ever-improving is, of course, a load of crap. Hey, I like Rex as much as anyone, but let's face it: The guy's more injury-prone than Jim McMahon, and he eerily resembles the delivery of "The Crystal Chandelier" Chris Chandler. Not to take anything away from Chandler, of course; he led the Falcons to a Super Bowl, which is more than the NFL's single most overrated player Michael Vick has been able to do (granted, Vick has a long road ahead of him in a possibly successful career, but a couple of playoff appearances don't speak volumes for a guy who's essentially a second tailback).

So when Rex went down with an "inexplicable" injury (c'mon, people, it's the third year in a row. Are we really that surprised?), Hutchinson was named starting QB. I protested; I wrote Lovie Bear, Jerry Bear, and Teddy Bear some pretty angry letters, asking them how in the hell they could promote this retread that even Bill Parcells didn't want for his playoff-bound but underachieving Dallas offense.

Maybe it worked.

In three preseason games, Hutchinson looked like shit while rookie Kyle Orton (a Purdue grad, and I'm always a fan of Big Ten QBs, including Krenzel) lit up the field and continued improving. Then came the game last week. The first-string offense behind Hutch was about as exciting as the Senior PGA Tour. Then Orton came in to work with the first-string at the start of the second half. His first series was a lot like the bulk of Hutch's--a three-and-out. But then, lo and behold, Orton directed yet another scoring drive (one that would've been quicker had Muhsin Muhammad not dropped a pass in the end zone), going 7-9 for just over 80 yards and energizing the otherwise nonchalant Soldier Field crowd.

So the calls began coming even more than they had for the previous month: Let Orton start, Lovie Bear! Now I do believe that Lovie Smith is more a populist than a coach, but what he did on Monday was absolutely right. You start the best players you have, and Orton is the best QB we have (at least, right now)--and that includes Jeff Blake, who's so bad even Cincinnati didn't want him.

But that wasn't all. For weeks, I've been supporting World Bowl MVP Kurt Kittner, another Big Ten product (U of Illinois). And while I do not support Jeff Blake, I support him a helluva lot more than Ryan Dinwiddie, who's like a younger Jon Quinn. Now comes the word: Dinwiddie is now the fourth-stringer, Kittner third, and Blake second. That leaves Hutch out. And yesterday, Lovie Bear made it official: After Hutchinson's 0.0-rated performance, the staff decided they had to get rid of this joker once and for all.

Imagine it, if you could. On Friday, you're a starting QB in one of the biggest football cities in the country. On Tuesday, you're not even on the team anymore. What would that do to your ego? Where would you go?

My vote's for surfin'.

If it keeps on rainin', the levee's gonna break

The devistation in Louisiana is much more astounding now than it was 48 hours ago. And it's worse in Mississippi. But for all the problems they're having--and indeed, my heart goes out to those poor, poor people--I can't relate. The worst flooding I've ever seen was about half a foot of rain stopping up sewers about two blocks west of my house.

What I can relate to is my cousin Katie, who just moved down to New Orleans about two weeks ago. Katie is a brilliant and gifted artist--paint, mostly. And she received a fellowship to study art down there for an M.A. program.

Now all Katie wants to do is move back home. All she owns in this post-Katrina world is a couple of pairs of socks, some underwear, two pairs of jeans, and a couple of tee-shirts. Katie's so lost right now as that when she came home a couple of days ago, she was forced to go to her sister-in-law Jennifer to borrow a dress--so she could go to her friend's funeral.

I don't understand people losing their houses to floods. I don't understand wind blowing out all the windows of a store and people looting, not caring that the store owners have just lost a shitload of money as it is. But I understand Katie's situation. And I grieve.

30 August 2005

Beat on the brat (with a baseball bat)

The day I met Matt Nielsen, I hated his guts. I despised the S.O.B. My buddy Matt Nosek and I dropped by Niles North High School to pick him up from school one day, and Nielsen proceeded to jump on Nosek's truck, make fun of my haircut, and espouse the typical '77s rants about punk rock. Only when he realized that I was a gigantic Ramones fan did he begin to respect me...although that certainly didn't happen that day. He was the biggest, most arrogant prick I'd ever met in my life. He was smug, smarmy, and an obvious trouble maker, which I was sure would land him in the B.D. program before high school was out.

About six months later, I couldn't have imagnined his not being my friend. Nielsen was loyal as hell. He also truly believed in the wonder of music, looked upon it with the reverence with which Catholics look upon the cross or fat people view cheeseburgers. We debated endlessly about the Who (I was a Tommy fan while he preferred Quadrophenia), the place of the Ramones in rock history (mostly about where they should be positioned in the Top 5 bands of all time), and who the biggest influence on the Ramones' sound was (Matt often argued that it was the surf-rock sound of the late-'50s and early-'60s, while I remain convinced to this day that it was the Phil Spector stable of girl bands like the Ronettes and the Shangri-Las). We beat the crap out of each other, and we sang "Hey Suburbia" (with Nosek) at the top of our lungs.

Nielsen was not a perfect guy, and to call him such would be completely disingenuous. He remained a prick for most of his life, and he always had some sort of sarcastic comment ready--not the cute kind, mind you, but the kind you deck people for when you're tanked at a Cubs game. But beneath that layer of craziness was a layer of true-blue caring. He loved his friends as brothers.

He was a helluva guitarist, too, taking after his father, Robert "Dr. Bob" Nielsen of the Vindictives. After the first Nosek/Nielsen collaboration Plinket fell to the floor (and rightfully so; they sucked!), the two teamed up to form D.I.Y., a pop-punk/hardcore band (figure that out, if you can, but they melded the best of Anti-Flag with the Ramones, creating a very interesting sound). They toiled with the band through three bassist changes, two drummer changes, and a multitude of horrible shows in Hicksville. Then, after booking some studio time, they began finally laying down tracks for their debut album, which was being courted by a few indie labels.

Two days ago, Nosek went in to record the final layer of tracks for the album's leadoff song. He left feeling great, and went out to celebrate with some friends.

Last night, while still celebrating--perhaps a little too hard, as was always Nielsen's style--the son of a bitch drowned in Lake Michigan. He wasn't 20.

Nielsen doesn't deserve to be eulogized in a weepy fashion. That wasn't his way at all. Rather, he would've wanted a party, a celebration of his life, his legacy, warts and all. He was a bastard, he was a prick...and he was my friend. And I'll miss him dearly.

Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat
With a baseball bat
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh-ho
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat
With a baseball bat
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh-ho
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh-ho
What can you do
What can you do
With a brat like that
Always on your back
What can you lose
What can you do
What can you do
With a brat like that
Always on your back
What can you lose
Lose

~"Beat On the Brat" by the Ramones
Composed by Dee-Dee, Joey, Johnny, and Tommy Ramone

September's coming soon

There's something in the air lately. It feels very autumnal. Even when it's hot, sweaty, disgusting while I walk home, I can feel the season changing. That means things might end up gettin' good.

Have you ever heard "Nightswimming" by R.E.M.? My buddy Daymen calls them pretentious hacks, but he's just a fool who listens to Mariah Carey anyways. In truth, "Nightswimming" is one of the finest, most inspiring pieces the band ever wrote (right up there with the gorgeous "Hope" from Up).

"September's coming soon/I'm pining for the moon/And what if there were two/Side by side in orbit/Around the fairer sun." I mean, c'mon! Lyrics don't get any more wonderful than that. And the string arrangement, by Led Zeppelin's John Paul Jones, is gorgeous, as is the haunting piano/keyboard duet that makes the tune sound like something off Wilco's Summerteeth.

But September is coming soon. And I couldn't be happier. I'm out of the ol' relationship now for about a month, and I don't even remember the date we officially broke it off. Oh well. She treated me like shit anyways. But see, that's just it. I have the opportunity now that I never had before: Not to settle for someone who treats me shitty but whom I love; but someone I am really and truly destined to be with.

It kind of bothers me that I don't remember the date. I'm sure I could figure it out if I wanted to--I'm pretty sure it was a Friday, although the days have all blended together this summer. Yet I really don't want to look it up. I'm afraid that if I look it up, it'll become November 16, 1999 all over again. And gods know I don't want that happening.

I'm ridding myself of everything that's negative in my life, and that includes the two above that I've rather obliquely mentioned. One was a friend who was never really a friend; the other was a friend who can never be a friend. And that's really sad. For both of them. But I refuse to let it get me down! I refuse to budge!

Y'know, I think I know what's eventually going to happen, but it's too soon to call yet.

I'm leaving for Spain soon. In fact, the countdown's down to 19 days. Just over 2 1/2 weeks. And then begins one helluva journey. I'm going to need to be very inebriated at some point, just to soak it all in.

September's coming soon.

29 August 2005

That's the story of the Hurricane

I guarantee that at some point this week, Greta Van Sustren will ask someone in Aruba if their investigation has been altered by the presence of Hurricane Katrina.

Why, oh why, is cable news the furthest thing from real news there is? I would expect the Us Weekly treatment of celebs from VH-1, the People-esque celeb-worship of E!, and the over-the-top, news-as-tabloid reporting style from Geraldo Rivera. But when did Jon Stewart become the only reliable newsman in the business? He doesn't even report the news, for gods' sake!

I'm particularly distressed because we're not just talking about Fox News here. CNN has an article on its website that links to a video story: "Worst Case Scenario: Lake New Orleans." What the hell is that? Okay, let's review here, people: Worst-case scenarios are exactly that--the WORST that could happen. That doesn't make it NEWS. What makes something NEWS is the facts--what's actually happening.

I mean, the comparisons between Rupert Murdoch and Charlie Kane notwithstanding, I just can't understand how so-called journalists can sleep at night any longer. Brit Hume is a propaganda machine. Greta Van Sustren cares more about missing white girls than semi-treasonous White House aids (or, apparently, missing black girls). Everyone from CNN is a joke; it's like they're taking their talking points directly from the Murdochian outline. Even MSNBC, with the witty Keith Olbermann and the oft-entertaining Dan Abrams, has gone the way of the Foxes, with Abrams selling out to Sustrenesque Aruba-baiting while Olbermann has been in a relative lull since his genius "Michael Jackson Puppet Theatre" segments of earlier this year.

And then there's Bill O'Reilly. I really used to respect this guy, and that takes a lot from me, being all liberal and such. But liberal though I may be, O'Reilly's actual NEWS coverage used to legitimately be down-the-line, giving some semblance of truth to what he calls the "No-Spin Zone." I love that idea: News without bias. But it's rarely pulled off...and it's even rarer to find unbiased coverage on the Fox News Channel, since it's the biggest neoconservative and ideological right propaganda machine in history (it even trumps EVERYTHING about the supposedly liberal media--news flash, Ann Coulter and all you So Far Right You Can't Even Criticise Your Own Leaders Anymore neocons: If the media is so damned liberal, why hasn't it called the Bush Administration on ANY of its mistakes? Why hasn't it brought Bush down the way it tried with Nixon and Clinton?). But O'Reilly did his job, and he did it fine.

That was until a few weeks ago, when guest John McCain tried to tell O'Reilly a thing or two about torture: It doesn't work, and it's NEVER justified. O'Reilly tried to tell McCain, a veteran and former P.O.W., that his "friends" have told him that torture works. Okay, again, let's review, everyone who continues to watch this douchebag: O'Reilly's experience being tortured in P.O.W. camps, 0; McCain's experience being tortured in P.O.W. camps, off the scale! Thus, in the fight-to-the-death between O'Reilly's opinion on the U.S. using torture against terror suspects and McCain's, the latter abstolutely descimates the former. O'Reilly, you fucking loser, you can say whatever the hell you want, as is your right by free speech and free press. However, have some common sense and some sense of responsibility for the shit that dribbles out of your mouth, unless you want to become Ann Coulter. Since at least you know how to WRITE (Coulter offends me not because she's a rabidly liberal-hating conservative but because she's a hack writer), I hope it doesn't come to that.

Meanwhile, The Daily Show with Jon Stewart continues to bring in hoardes of young viewers. But I'm not sure why this should be surprising. I'm also not sure why it's surprising that Jon Stewart is the most trusted anchor in news. People don't trust Stewart because he's funny. They (we) trust him because we know he's not going to bullshit us--something that only could be said about Tom Brokaw and Peter Jennings, neither of whom will be returning to the broadcast booth. Look at Dan Rather; half of what he said was B.S. Everything that comes out of everyone's mouth on Fox News (including the biggest "liberal" idiot in the country, Alan Combes) is shit. All the "reporters" on CNN are hacks. MSNBC is falling apart at the seams, with Keith Olbermann the only one boasting an opinion that seems to actually speak for all Americans and Ron Reagan being the only person on any cable news network who can ARTICULATE an opinion that isn't either "stay the course" or "I love Jesus."

I once considered becoming a journalist. I may yet do it. But I'm absolutely disgusted by what I see in mainstream media.

I'm just as horrified by what I see in the legitimate liberal media as well. At the Huffington Post last week, I found two articles that were deeply mislabeled, and thus completely crap. One told of John McCain's "endorsing" of teaching "intelligent design" (basically, creationism) in school science classes. The article never said that. In fact, what it said was that McCain said was that theories are okay to discuss in class. That's fine! If some kid brings up creationism, what do you say? "Oh, sorry, Billy, but because we're in a public school, we can't talk about that." Bullshit! I personally think creationism--oh, I'm sorry, "intelligent design"--is the biggest bunch of Evangelical horseshit in the world, but I don't think the way to let kids understand that is to prohibit discussion. No, it should NOT be taught as a legitimate scientific theory in science classes, since there is evidence to support evolution (which follows scientific theory), while there is none to support intelligent design (which means it goes directly against the subject in which Evangelicals desire ID to be taught).

But if little Billy Born-Again has parents who hate gays, think that God should be written into the Constitution, and taught their son that "In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth," and if little Billy decides to bring this up and say, "Miss Teacherlady, my parents told me that evolutionary theory is a bunch of monkey crap; they told me that God created Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden," I say that a talk about creationism is fair. But it has to be done very carefully.

First of all, the teacher has to make very clear that creationism is NOT a scientific theory. He or she must also explain WHY this is so: ID requires a leap of faith, whereas science's main principle is to test by hypothesis and experimentation. There is nothing wrong with faith; however if scientists throughout history took things on faith, they would never have figured out that death can be avoided--ancient peoples believed that death was punishment from the gods. If scientists took faith over experimentation, we'd still be killing albinos and hare-lips and siamese twins because they're mutants sent as evil spirits (don't believe me? Read Chinua Achebe's phenomenal Things Fall Apart, one of the finest books ever written).

Second, the teacher has to explain that ID is just one of many faith-based ideas on where humans came from. Some believe in direct contact, meaning God literally created Adam from the earth, Eve from Adam's rib. Others think that some higher power (usually, but not always, the Christian God) tinkered with the building blocks of life, pushing for evolution (this is, for example, what John Paul II said reconciled evolutionary theory, which, he said, had been proven with few doubts, with the idea of God's creation of humankind). It must be noted, of course, that science, while finding much supporting evidence for evolution, has been unable to explain why two seemingly unrelated particles somehow set off a reaction (probably by an electrical burst into the cesspool that held the amino acids) that created the first terrestrial life.

Not that this will be good enough for Evangelicals (or, as they truly are, idealistic neo-Nazis). I'm sorry, but I have to side with Bill Maher on this one: Evangelicals can hope for nothing less than a dictatorship in this country, because they don't want a theocracy--then they can't lead--they want a totalitarian state like the one seen in that "Treehouse of Horror" Simpsons episode "Homer In Time," where Flanders is the unquestioned supreme dictator of the world. Je-diddly-esus for all, eh?

Which brings me back to the hurricane. Twenty bucks says Jerry Falwell tries to blame this (as he did the Tsunami) on the gays and the Pagans. Thing is, I don't know how that's going to work. Every state being hit right now is a so-called Red State (a dubious categorization, in my estimation). New Orleans is so heavily Catholic, their neighborhoods are actually divided by parish, and they're the city that outlawed showing a bare midriff. I don't think any more needs be said about Georgia and Mississippi, and we KNOW about Florida.

Now I may not be gay, but I am a Pagan, and a lot of my friends are gay. Jerry Falwell is a very stupid man. See, he could get so much further by marketing for Weight Watchers than he is marketing Hate for Hicks. "I lost 375 lbs. on the Weight Watchers plan!" the new, 145-lb. Falwell would say in the commercials. He'd be bigger than Fergie (well, literally, too). What a shame he instead falls behind rhetoric that would've made the Pharisees blush.

But what does mainstream media do about the Intelligent Design vs. Evolution debate?

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Nothing! Oh sure, they'll report what people say, that "Christians are being kept down" said Pat Robertson, or "Christians are just trying to take over public life," said Anthony Romero. But will they foster legitimate debate in this country? Of course not! 'Casue you don't sell newspapers or rope in viewers when you live up to the responsibility carried with a free press.

Just ask Greta Van Sustren. For months, she's been hot on the case of Natalee Holloway, trying to figure out what happened to this blonde, white, supposedly attractive girl. Just like every major network was a few years ago with Elizabeth Smart.

Now don't get me wrong--I champion Elizabeth Smart, since she was one of the few that got away. But what about the African-American girls (and boys) who've been abducted? As Richard Roeper indicated in one of his recent columns, if you're going to get kidnapped, you'd better be young, white, female, and good looking, or else you'll only get a mention on NPR. Okay, that last bit was mine, but you get the point.

Van Sustren is the latest in a seemingly endless barrage of crap reporting. Nonexistent is her journalistic ethos; we don't hear diddley shit about Karl Rove's latest scandal or Donald Rumsfeld getting booed at Army gatherings. Hell, we don't even hear the typical Fox News rants about how Dick Durbin might as well go have a martini with Osama bin Laden or that Ted Kennedy is a fat man in Stalin's clothing. No, we hear the latest update about how a stray blonde hair was found on a beach in Aruba. Imagine that. It's summertime, schools have only just started going back (and many colleges haven't even begun), and one stray lock of golden hair was found on a beach. Incredible! Pulitzer-prizewinning stuff here! Greta Van Sustren, little girls growing up should idolize you, because you and you alone have shown that women need not simply look up to the Diane Sawyers of the world who only want to tell feel-good stories about quintuplets.

Yeesh. Y'know, it's not even like this is a syndrome of new reporters. Barbara Walters, once revered for being fearless in the face of a male-dominated profession...now, she does The View. This woman is a legend, a woman who certainly could be covering the National Conventions or taking over the anchor desk from the dearly departed Peter Jennings. But what is she doing? Gabbing with other women whose rehtorical skills are so below hers that it makes me want to vomit. Meanwhile, ABC News is slowly turning Ted Koppel vehicle Nightline into a news magazine, while Charlie Gibson, professional though he has been since tentatively taking over the anchor desk for Jennings on World News Tonight, is force-feeding more about the U.S. than the world, although somehow, I don't think it's his fault.

What the world needs now is Peter Jennings II. We need our world news man, because the world has gotten far too small for our society to rest on an incredible-but-Americentric anchorman like Walter Cronkite; the man was amazing, but he was a domestic man to and through. We need someone telling Americans the news through the eyes of other countries. The eyes of the rest of the world help us understand that we, the United States of America, are a piece of the puzzle--integral to its completion, yes, but still just a piece. In the grand scheme of things, the rest of the world needs us, but we need the rest of the world.

That's something rarely mentioned on The NBC Nightly News with Brian Williams. Williams is competent enough, and could, in fact, be the next Cronkite; he's got personality and charisma, which is more than can be said for anyone on the cable networks. But we don't find that sense of how the world works in his telecasts.

Since Williams is the only one on network right now who's going to be on for very much longer, it would be disingenuous of me to write about ABC's or CBS's failings of late. That's why I'm hoping that the two networks can figure out some legitimate people to replace their departed anchors. I'm gunning for Ted Koppel on CBS, who'd bring an immediate legitimacy to the oft-maligned CBS Evening News. ABC, on the other hand, has its major problems, what with losing Jennings and Koppel in the same year. More than likely, the Mouse & Co. will attempt to lure one of the current anchors away from cable news. If that happens, they're going to find themselves left behind by NBC and CBS. If, however, they decide to go with someone risky--perhaps CNN correspondent Miles O'Brien or World News Now anchor Ron Corning--they'll have a chance to open up the world to viewers in a way that would honor Jennings' legacy.

But chances are they'll go with John "Is Your Teen Addicted To Prescription Medication" Stossell, in which case ABC is officially finished with the legitimate news department.

Less than you think

And so it begins. In my e-mail this morning, I received a tentative schedule from the Cultural Experiences Abroad (henceforth CEA) that outlined my basic class schedule for my journey abroad. And now I'm gettin' fuckin' nervous. EXTREMELY fuckin' nervous. I mean, I know I'm gonna have a good time, but my Spanish comprehension is not nearly as good as I'd like it to be. What the hell was I thinking? I'm totally and completely in over my head. What am I going to do when I can't understand a goddamn thing that's being said?

Well, in the meantime, I'm working on my mix for the plane. Here's what I've got so far.

1. Riding to Work in the Year 2025 (Your Invisible Now) - The Flaming Lips
2. Section 2 (It's the Sun) - The Polyphonic Spree
3. Galician Overture - the Chieftains
4. Fearless - Pink Floyd
5. 1/1 - Brian Eno
6. An Ending (Ascent) - Brian Eno
7. Drive - R.E.M.
8. Nightswimming - R.E.M.
9. One After 909 - the Beatles

There will most certainly be others; this is what I've come up with in brief (I may end up just putting all of Eno's "Music for Airports" on there).

Anyways, methinks that's all for now. I will likely be around at a later moment.

26 August 2005

Hey! It's the Sun! And it makes me shine!

So I'm just gonna start where we are right now. My name is Brendan, and I'm going to Spain on September 18th.

Now that THAT's out of the way, I guess I should tell a bit about myself. I'm a psychedelic music nut, I love Celtic music, I'm a Pagan, I'm a huge Polyphonic Spree fan, I love the Beach Boys and Bob Dylan, I play the fiddle, I'm majoring in English and Spanish, I'm a political junkie, I love to read, and...well...I guess that's enough for now. Oh, and I'm from the Chicago area, at school at DePaul.

So I'm essentially going to use this blog to track whatever happens to hit me at the moment. Right now, I'm pretty excited because I was walking home from work the other day and it was kind of cool, kind of breezy. That doesn't mean that summer's over or anything--not yet--but it means that Autumn's coming. And Autumn is the greatest season known to man. It's beautiful, it's cool but not cold, it's colorful, it's FOOTBALL SEASON!!!, and it's got The High Holiday of Samhain (a.k.a. Halloween). Hooray!

I love to fly. It's weird, 'cause my mom is the kind of person who is scared shitless of flying, crackin' out her good-old-Catholic-schoolgirl rosary, shit like that.

By the way, what's the matter with Beatles pop stuff? It's great pop music! "A Hard Day's Night" is a fabulous pop record, on par with the Ronettes' stuff or most of the Beach Boys records, excepting "Today!" and "Pet Sounds."

Anyways, that's where I'm going to end at this moment. I will return to this blog at a later point. Excitement ensues, and the townsfolk rejoice.