Avril Lavigne
A confluence of literature, art, music, public policy and whatever else tickles my fancy
COGNITION |
Labels: Education
Here’s a familiar scenario. You’re
about to practice your piano, put the final changes on a scrapbook project,
work on that story you began so long ago, or complete the half-painted portrait
in the basement, the one you promised yourself would be done by spring. You’re
about to start any of these or some other creative project for which you never
have time, when you remember that the garage is messy or the laundry’s unfolded
or the crisper in your fridge hasn’t been scrubbed in weeks. You do the
‘responsible’ thing, of course, and sacrifice art to practicality.
It’s sad and disconcerting when any of us, upon hearing his
or her muse, turns a deaf ear and marches to the drum of duty. But it’s tragic
to abandon her for the mundane, the banal, and the ridiculous. I’ve struggled
with these choices myself, through the years. Opting at times to clean a
closet, alphabetize my CDs, or organize my sock drawer rather than write. I’ve
read and listened to many learned people and motivational speakers on this
topic, who offered interesting and helpful advice. But sometimes inspiration
comes from an unexpected source.
Many years ago, when my daughter, Amanda, was a little
girl, I received a surprising revelation from a book we read together, Norton
Juster’s The Phantom Tollbooth, The protagonist, Milo, in Juster’s classic,
finds everything boring and seems to have lost his zest for life at the ripe
old age of ten. However, all that
changes when he discovers adventure and excitement, after entering through a
mysterious portal to another world—the eponymous Tollbooth. There, Tock, the time obsessed dog, and Humbug, a life-sized but harmless insect, join him. They always find the cloud behind the silver lining. The trio set out to rescue the twin princess, Rhyme and
Reason, who are imprisoned in The Castle in the Air.
We read this short but powerful book once through, just for
the story, and then discussed several key points in it, as was our practice,
and we both had an Aha moment . We discussed the value of puns and
considered a question from the book: which is of greater value, words, or
numbers? (It turns out they’re equally important, something we had suspected
all along.)
The most enlightening lesson for me came at
the next to last chapter when Milo and his companions must overcome the final
obstacle of their quest.
To find The Castle in the Air and save Rhyme and Reason, they must climb the
treacherous Mountain of Ignorance. Along their ascent, they encounter a host of
demons, each with his own particularly nasty talent and an equally nasty trick
up his sleeve. Offering to assist our faithful trio in navigating a difficult
mountain pass, the demon, Trivium, convinces them to perform several useless
tasks; Milo, to move a huge pile of dirt, one teaspoonful at a time; Humbug, to
carve a hole through a stone wall with a needle.
After three days, Milo realizes how little progress he and
his friends have made, calculating that, at the rate Humbug was tunneling
through the stone wall, he would eventually breakthrough in a little over 8,000
years! With the revelation that they had been hoodwinked, they immediately
abandon their useless efforts. But before resuming their mission to rescue
Rhyme and Reason, they have a talk with their nemesis.
“I am the Terrible Trivium, demon of worthless jobs, ogre
of wasted effort, and monster of habit,” he declared. When Milo asks Trivium
why he tried to persuade him and his friends to complete the tedious tasks, the
ogre replied, “Think of all the trouble it saves. If you do only the easy and
useless jobs, you’ll never have to worry about facing the important ones which
are so difficult.” (Like climbing mountains and rescuing princesses.)
Finally, the demon discovers and is angered by Milo’s
secret weapon, the source of his common sense. After he had reached a point of
incredible boredom and frustration, Milo used the pencil given to him by the
Mathemagician--a Wiseman who uses math to cast useful spells-- to calculate the
combined progress and hours worked, disappointing the ogre.
“If you hadn’t used
that dreadful wand to count how much time had passed,” he said to Milo, “you’d
never know how much you’d wasted.”
Here’s some sound advice for Milo, Tock, Humbug, and the
rest of us, for all who are engaged in important work, missions, or
quests: Keep using magic instrument. We
all have one. It’s called a clock. Of course, we all must clean the garage,
scrub the crisper, and even organize the sock drawer sometimes. But it’s so
easy to lose track of time, to become lost in the trivial and separated from
our dreams. Before we spend eight thousand years tunneling through a stone
canyon with a needle, we need to check the time and measure how much we’ve lost.
Milo, Tock, and Humbug eventually rescued Rhyme and Reason,
left the Mountains of Ignorance, and finally made their way to the Kingdom of
Wisdom, a place towards which we should continually strive, often stopping for
sustenance and inspiration at our own castles in the Air.
Labels: Writing
In American television shows and movies, of Apple products are ubiquitous. Yes, every time a character is using a laptop, it’s a MacBook and every time they need to make a call it’s on an iPhone. Well, recently I’ve watched several TV series and Movies on Netflix or Amazon Prime that are British, French, and German productions. Apple doesn’t have a stranglehold monopoly in Europe because in the shows and movies; I saw (to my delight) a variety of phone and computer products in use. Some phones were Androids, some were Nokia, and the laptops on display were MacBook (of course) but there were also HP and Dell Laptops. Some of you may think I’m just a grumpy old man, railing against Apple and its monopolistic practices, and you’d be right. But I ask you, how can we just idly stand by as a hand full of tech giants like Apple, Google, Facebook, and Amazon control the overwhelming majority of market share? If you haven’t thought about the dangers of them combining into one big company that can serve our every need, I suggest you watch the movie Resident Evil (if you have a stomach for zombies) In the movie, The Umbrella Corporation has absolutely no competition. It provides every product and service one can imagine. In one of The Umbrella Corporation’s research labs, an accent releases a deadly virus that turns everyone into zombies. The metaphor here is sweet: We have all be turned into consumer zombies by these monopolies, even if we don’t have a proclivity to eat human flesh.
About a month ago, I went shopping for pants in Kohl's department store. While looking through the racks in the men’s department, I noticed that at least half of the merchandise was made in Vietnam. I'm an old-timer with a long memory, and I can't forget the terrible loss of U.S. life during the Vietnam conflict. I mean, damn it, 55,000 soldiers gave their lives fighting to contain communism in Southeast Asia, and we didn't let them finish the job. And now we're buying merchandise manufactured in Vietnam?
Labels: Politics
I've been watching the PBS Frontline special "America and the Taliban," which covers twenty years of our involvement with that scum of the earth.
It's so disheartening to see that we made the same mistakes there, in that godforsaken country, that we did in Vietnam. When we won the war in 2003 and drove out that vermin, Pakistan, our so-called ally, gave sanctuary to the Taliban, who were able to regroup and plan a counter insurgency. Similarly, Laos gave sanctuary to the NVA and the Vietcong when we had them on the run during the Vietnam War, but we didn't punish the Laotians then, just as we didn't punish the Pakistanis in 2003. Worse yet, we give millions of dollars to Pakistan every year.
Another interesting development in Afghanistan, prior to the 911 attacks, was
the occupation of that country by the Soviet Union. Because of the damned Cold
War mentality, we, of course, were against the Soviets. However, keep in mind
that The Soviet Union intervened in support of the Afghan communist government
in its conflict with anti-communist Muslim guerrillas during the Afghan War
(1978–92) Under the communist government, then in control of Afghanistan, women
didn't have to wear beekeeper suits if they chose not to. They were fully
integrated into society and had access to education. We know what their fate
was when the "Muslim guerillas" took control. I ask you, which is the
greater evil, communism, or religious dictatorship? Lastly, the saddest irony
of all is that the U.S. provided aid and ammunition to the Taliban, which it
then used against our soldiers during our involvement in Afghanistan.
Labels: Politics