Monday, November 30, 2015

McLuhan-- All the Candidates are Asleep

Saturday Evening Post          (August 10, 1968)    p. 34-36
Marshall McLuhan discusses the effects of television on politics and explains why the current candidates are irrelevant.

All of the Candidates are Asleep


By: Marshall McLuhan 



“Would that even today you knew the things that make for peace! But now they are hid from your eyes.” (Luke 19:42)


An election is a period of programmed violence, because it is a quest for new images of national identity. The present elections is a “tragic” one, because the American sense of identity has been in jeopardy from new technology for some time. Every new technology creates a new sensory environment that rearranges the images we make of ourselves. To discover and to elect representatives in a period of deep personal uncertainty is to be involved in a struggle for images, not a struggle for goals.

A tragic hero has no goal. He has to find out who he is when the foundations of his world have fled. His “irrational violence” is a probing of the unknown. Like our own TV generation, he cannot “fit in” to a world that has changed radically. His tragic agon, or struggle, is a process of making, not matching. He cannot “represent” people until he has invented or discovered them anew.

The Vietnam war has taught Americans that they cannot have a hot war in a cool, or involved, age. When electric immediacy has got everybody involved in everybody, mechanized violence is no more tolerable than mechanized education or mechanized politics or mechanized charity.
The ballot box is a “hot box” that is hard to cool in an election year. An old-fashioned hot campaign is hard to accommodate to a TV public engaged in the “first world war fought on American soil.”

All wars are world wars, under electric conditions. TV brings them into our homes, and some American parents have seen their own sons killed on TV news programs. Seeing them on TV, moreover, we experience all sons as our own.

From all the present candidates for the Presidency, the TV viewer gets the impression that it would be possible to have an intelligent conversation with any one of them under conditions of privacy and solitude, during which that candidate could be allowed to learn some of the central events in the contemporary world.

The simple fact is that no such possibility of intelligent conversation exists. If any one of them were to become aware of the actual dynamics of the 20th century, he would at once dissociate himself from political lie. The compliance and submission needed in “practical politics,” or for any cooperation with any political machine excluded the possibility of any serious character appearing on the scene.

Now that Bob Kennedy has left the scene it is easier to see how much bigger he was than the mere candidate role he undertook to perform. His many hidden dimensions appeared less on the rostrum than in his spontaneous excursions into the ghettos and in his easy rapport with the surging generosity of young hearts. He strove to do good by stealth and blushed to find it fame. It was this (reluctant hero) quality that gave integrity and power to his TV image. 

None of the candidates understands TV, either in its effect on him or on society.  If Canada’s Pierre Trudeau is a great TV image in politics, it is because he is indifferent to political power. Anyone who looks as if he wants to be elected had best stay off TV. TV demands sophistication—that is, multi-level perception. It is a depth medium, an X-ray form that penetrates the viewer. 

Sen. Eugene McCarthy could have come out of any Hollywood casting bureau as a small-town philosopher. His yokel quality provides a very pleasing feeling of TV involvement, which gives him a nice, modest rapport with the young.

TV, of course, has transformed the primaries from regional popularity contests into national mage-making shows. Radio and jet travel, like press coverage, still count on the candidate’s have a special slogan, a special issue, that identifies him. TV has ended that. The press can only tag along to comment on what happened on TV.

But, in a deep sense, TV bypasses the ballot box as a means of creating political “representatives.” TV is not concerned with views or interests or issues. It is a maker and finder of images that ride over all points of view and over all age-groups as well. The TV image ends all national and party politics.

Why should TV demand sophistication and insouciance? Simply because it is a depth medium for which earnestness is fatal. Depth requires perception on many levels and, therefore, an absence of single purpose or direction. An all-at-once world, fashioned by electric information, demands a candidate full of puns and unexpected nuances. Such a man is one who knows so much about the contemporary interface of all cultures that he cannot possibly be deluded into any earnest regard for any one of them. The new changes are not moral but technological.

The question is whether we are to “go to bed” and “take our slumber” for the next four years with Humphrey’s “platform of happiness” and bubbly ebullience, or with Nixon’s “serene certainty” to “jog along” with Senator McCarthy, or to fix our gaze on loner Reagan. This question has all the immediacy and involvement of the choice between listening for four years to the same theme songs. Are we to endure four years of I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles (Humphrey), I Love You Truly (Nixon), Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms (McCarthy) or As Time Goes By (Reagan)?

In merely media terms, a Negro in the White House would have the most soothing and cooling effect on both national and international politics. Negroes make enormously better color-TV images than whites, because the contour of this image does not depend upon light and shade.

In media terms, a glance at presidential candidates, past and present, reveals that “running for office” only became possible when transportation reached a high degree of development. Until the telegraph and the railway, the office had to chase after the candidate. He sat home, writing letters to the local press. Slogans were basic. Cartoons and photography began to play a large political function even before railways made it possible for candidate to enter the age of caboose and whistle-stop oratory.

The radio age turned Oriental and inward. It became tuned to the cosmic and to ESP. The world in Joyce’s phrase, “went Jung and easily Freudened.” Magazines featured “The Yellow Peril,” while matrons played mah-jongg. Spengler announced the end of the West. Youth politics appeared (Cf. The Doom of Youth by P. Windham Lewis). Peter Pan and the child cult loomed along with “permissiveness” in psychology. Negro jazz became a new world idiom.

The radio age turned Oriental and inward. It became tuned to the cosmic and to ESP. The world in Joyce’s phrase, “went Jung and easily Freudened.” Magazines featured “The Yellow Peril,” while matrons played mah-jongg. Spengler announced the end of the West. Youth politics appeared (Cf. The Doom of Youth by P. Windham Lewis). Peter Pan and the child cult loomed along with “permissiveness” in psychology. Negro jazz became a new world idiom.

Radio politics produced a new race of tribal chieftains who “represented” nobody. They “put on” their public, like any star or any emperor. The media are the emperor’s new clothes, as it were. Mussolini, Stalin, Churchill, F.D.R.—these men were made bby radio.

Jack Kennedy was the first TV President. He had that indifference to power without which the TV candidate merely electrocutes himself.. When a man has enormous wealth or power, his human survival depends on his indifference to these things. Anybody who pretends to want such things proclaims his inability to perceive their terrifying responsibilities. In a word, he acts like a somnambulist, a highly motivated dreamer who prefers to remain insulated from a frightening world. But the hum dimension itself has gone from power, in the satellite age. Excess make power, as such, silly and unacceptable.

The TV generation has been robbed of its identity by the establishment consisting of highly motivated somnambulists. Any new technology that creates a new environment alters the image the people have of themselves. It changes their relation to others. The gap so created can only be filled by violence. Such violence has no goal except the need to form a new image, to create a new meaning for the individual or the group.

Radio and TV both create global environments of “software.” They envelop us in radiation and information. Radio retribalized world politics, bringing people very much closer together by eliminating space and time. Great violence was released by radio technology, in the course of the pursuit of new images and identity. 

The Second World War was a radio war, the first software war, the first guerrilla war of decentralized forces fighting on many fronts at once. War, now as always, is education, an accelerated distribution of data and information. It is compulsory education, especially for the enemy. In this sense war has always been a major “progressive” force, both in ancient and modern worlds. War is also a quest for identity. “Hardware” wars follow the “territorial imperative,” but this is also the quest for a corporate image. 

The most creative response to radio was American Negro jazz. Jazz was a syncopated audile-tactile form of cultural gesture-language that cut across all verbal barriers, even more than radio itself. Unlike the language of private and visual culture, the auditory world of jazz is discontinuous. It is a non-Newtonian space-time world of total involvement. Only the visual sense gives detachment. Only the eye cultures, based on the phonetic alphabet, have ever achieved a visual order of civilized detachment and private individualism. Hence the present panic:

The American colonies began with print. The entire educational, industrial and political structure of the U.S.A. stem from the printed word, as de Tocqueville explained long ago. All other cultures had centuries of pre-print existence and political organization. Hence, unlike other cultures, the North American colonies began as a decentralized group and moved toward bureaucratic centralization. In the age of software this trend will reverse, and, of course, the United States has much to lose from decentralization. 

An instantaneous electric environment decentralizes any structures, personal or corporate, commercial or political. The old hardware structure of road and rail and print had, by contrast, centralized and specialized all functions.

Hence the dilemma of the TV generation: The Establishment is centralized and specialized in politics, in education and in business. The Establishment is goal-oriented. The new software environment is a total field of simultaneous data in which no goals are possible, no detachment is possible and involvement is mandatory.

Faced with an educational plant devoted to separate subjects, and training in special skills, the TV generation is baffled. This applies equally to the Negro. He is asked to acquire literacy and to detribalize at  a time when the latest technology is retribalizing the entire globe. The backward individual, like the backward country, has no stake in the old hardware, the old literacy and the old specialism. He is immediately “turned on” by the new software electric culture.

By contrast, the possessors of the old hardware, the Establishment, are “turned off” by the new electric environment. Age-old habits of classification, detachment and specialism make it impossible for them to come to terms with an electric technology that offers total integration of life and knowledge.

The TV generation is dedicated to the “inner trip” and the erosion of personal identity. It can only form a new image of itself by destroying the old hardware environment. Yet destruction of the hardware environment is not a goal for the TV generation It can have no goal. It can only be involved in a struggle. The new core of the TV generation is now 12 to 14 years of age. The confrontation with the Establishment will take place four of five years hence. In the meantime, faint indications of the coming conflict are apparent at Columbia and elsewhere.

As Peter Drucker points out in Managing for Results, the bigger the environment created by an environment of technology, the less aware are the occupants of that environment or technology. The global environments created by the new software, or pervasive electric information, are such hidden services. The hardware environments of industry and print had created services such as the postal system, highways and railways. Printing, or assembly-line technology by the use of uniform movable types, became the unconscious model for all industrial activity whatever, for all educational training and all job organization. These hardware environments gave ordinary workers access to goods and services such as the wealthiest person in the world could not have provided for himself.

A vast discrepancy was created between the old image of agrarian man and the new image of industrial man. This discrepancy released a century of old struggle and wars that were necessary to form new images of identity. 

Every gap is an interface, an area of friction or ferment. Hardware “communism” existed, that is to say, decades before the Communist Manifesto of 1848. The utopia of Karl Marx, like all utopias, before or since, was an image in a rearview mirror. Communism had already happened. Karl Marx was unaware of the meaning of the vast new hardware environment of communal services, as we are unaware of the global environment of software services or total and instant information.

The sort of theme and issues that the present candidates consider it necessary to mention have nothing whatever to do with what is going on in the world. Moral concern over poverty and injustice and stupidity are now steeped in a software environment of affluent images. The discrepancy between the old and the new images enrages the victims.

The child standing in his crib wallows in TV images of adult life as much as the poor are enveloped in images of physical splendor. The result is that the young TV watcher decides to bypass childhood and adolescence. The poor quite naturally decide to bypass the bureaucratic maze that denies them cornflakes.

The new software environment of images is not nearly as invisible to the victims as it is to the Establishment that witlessly perpetuates it. The effects are the same whether the causes are noted or not. For centuries the literate world in general has been concerned with events rather than causes.

The new Milton Eisenhower Commission to investigate the causes of violence will produce an inventory of violent events plus a moral exhortation. Causes will not be considered.

The TV generation has been robbed of its identity by the inventors and managers of an electric software environment of global services. These managers, it cannot be insisted upon too strongly, are highly motivated somnambulists. (The recent psychological studies by Dr. Roger Broughton at McGill University have indicated that somnambulism is a motivated condition.)

Without exception the McCarthys, the Humphreys, the Reagans, the Stassens, the Wallaces and the Nixons, the Rockefellers are men of integrity and good will who find it expedient to sleep out the current time. Why should the ld wake up merely to confront a violent struggle for new identity, which the young and the backward alike find it necessary to pursue in order to attain any image of themselves?







Saturday, November 28, 2015

Don't Mess with Nature-- November Hurricane!

A few days ago I heard our local TV weatherman announce the following: "Hurricane Sandra, rising in the Pacific Ocean, is the first  recorded November hurricane for North America." Sandra was making landfall near Mazatlan, Mexico and would be moving towards us in Texas.

November hurricane? I wondered.. hmmm, is that something to worry about...?

Then I watched the Baylor- TCU football game played in the early evening  Friday night, November 27,  in Fort Worth, Texas. Baylor had hopes of winning the game and the Big 12 Championship-- and being considered for the NCAA championship playoffs. "We're Number One!" That's the chant college football fans fondly anticipate as a great season comes to a close.

But the game got completely overshadowed by the weather event-- a downpour of rain for more than four hours uninterrupted.  The ferocity of the downpour, sheets of rain slamming the players, the field and the fans, turned the game into a curiosity.

Mother Nature rendered the game a preposterous mess. But the football masters-- and their television gods-- would not halt the game. Not on your life. The tradition-- games will be played in any kind of weather, unless the safety of the players is put at risk-- was sorely tested by the realities of global climate change.

Never saw anything like this my 40 years in Texas. I live about 200 miles from where this deluge of Biblical proportions took place. A hurricane parked over the middle of Texas at the end of November. Ark anybody?

A football game became something bigger-- a contest of Man vs. Nature. Humankind, in the form of a college football crowd, turned into the canary in the coal mine for global climate change. Dystopia... rising waters and driving wind and rain, brought to you this time... not by Hollywood, but by ESPN!

I know the counter-argument-- weird weather has always been with us. But I had heard about Pacific Ocean water temperatures of 80-85 degrees. Maybe this stuff is for real? You just never know where the next global experiment will be conducted, with mankind as the guinea pigs, will take place.

Man refuses to relent. "I don't care about no climate change..." Want to see what climate insanity looks like? We do almost daily. Don't mess with Texas... goes the anti-littering campaign slogan. Mess with nature and be forewarned. Nature will always win that contest.

"Nature always bats last," said a famous poet. Oh wait, that's baseball.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

The Apartment (1960)-- my first adult film

Do you remember the first film you ever saw? I mean the first adult film. For me it was The Apartment (1960). Billy Wilder directed the film. People love Some Like It Hot (1959) or maybe Sunset Boulevard (1950), directed by Wilder. but The Apartment was his masterpiece. The film was not based on a glamorous star, like Marilyn Monroe, glittering brightly in Some Like It Hot. Nor did it depend on a clever, high drama concept like the demise of a silent film star, played by Gloria Swanson. To state the comparison of the three films in Goldilocks terms... if Some Like It Hot was too hot... and Sunset Boulevard was too cold... The Apartment was just right-- the perfect combination of comedy and tragedy. And it won the Oscar for Best Picture in 1960.

Jack Lemmon, star of The Apartment, compared the skillful crafting of the film to a pearl necklace, where each scene alternated between laughter and tears, one pearl bead after another, a perfect blending of humor and pathos. The twin masks of theater, comedy and tragedy, get their equal share of the screen.

I saw the film in upstate New York, a little town called Phoenicia. My mother and aunt took me to the show. I recall the bright light of the entryway to the theater and the smell of popcorn. But this could be a phantom memory--for what movie theater foyer is not brightly lit and when don't you have popcorn. None and never.

Shirley MacLaine, the film's starlet, attempts suicide and I felt anxiety around this point in the film, though not fully aware of the implications. Jack Lemmon, as Ben Baxter in the film, made spaghetti for Shirley and used a tennis racket as a colander. The downtrodden Lemmon progressed slowly in his muted pursuit of Shirley and the spaghetti dinner was an early victory as our hero rose from the ashes of subjugation. Lemmon had been crushed by his boss Mr. Sheldrake, played against type by Fred MacMurray. I may have known Fred MacMurray as the cheerful dad on TV's My Three Sons but probably not yet. In a few years I would know him from this role and in the Disney film, The Absent-Minded Professor, another cheerful turn for MacMurray. But MacMurray, as Lemmon's evil boss, was anything but sympathetic. MacMurray made an excellent heel, but a nuanced heel-- and nuance fills the screen throughout the film.

I left the film in an exhilarated state, an 11 year old feeling very adult-- like a river had been crossed. My authority figures, mother Beatriz and cultured Aunt Carmen, had helped me with the first baby step to art and adulthood. And Aunt Carmen even had an apartment in New York City. Her apartment on the Upper West Side had an edifice exactly like the iconic NYC apartment window exterior, the image from the film.

And the film captures the zeitgeist of the era, the rise of corporate capitalism and the slavishness of the company man. Jack Lemmon as the ambitious, but meek, employee allows his supervisors, especially Mr. Sheldrake, to use his apartment for their trysts. Shirley MacLaine, as Fran Kubelik, the office building's elevator operator, falls for Mr. Sheldrake's entreaties. They meet in Baxter's apartment. Lemmon finally calls a halt to the arrangement. By film's end, Ben Baxter quits and Fran Kubelik realizes Baxter truly loves her. They find the courage to reject Sheldrake. The couple shares a joyous, triumphant closing moment with a popping champagne bottle.

The optimistic final scene marks the close of a great film achievement and for me served as a signal for the beginning of adolescence-- art meeting life in the most powerful of ways.

The Apartment
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Apartment

Monday, November 23, 2015

Trevor Noah's Fresh Take

Flipping the channels yesterday. Not a big fan of NFL football and had all I could take of CNN's reporting on events in Europe. Don't usually watch standup shows but saw "Lost in Translation," a comedy performance by Trevor Noah at Comedy Central. Looked like it may have preceded Trevor taking over Jon Stewart's spot on The Daily Show.

Noah did an extended bit on driving his car down an LA freeway and getting stopped by a cop. He assumed the worst, pulled over for Driving While Black, and described his panic as the cops roof light's flashed. Noah describes being confused particularly when the officer started giving him commands over a loudspeaker. The bit had a freshness to it, not to mention a happy ending. The police officer let Trevor Noah off with a warning even though he had been speeding down the highway!

My observation on Trevor Noah, maybe he's just what we need in this day of media inundation-- somebody he grew up in a slightly different media environment than the American audience. Noah naturally conveys an air of innocence in his performances. My thought was "this guy must have had great parents." I don't see the typical comic's angst in his schtick. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for comic angst. That's where the great stuff comes from-- and so the real worry... Is he too healthy?

Trevor Noah has a great smile and a lightning quick mind, the other credential for being a quality comedian. We participate with him as he absorbs America, absorbs fame and takes on a huge assignment. I'll start checking his Daily Show with greater frequency.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

14 Punctuation Marks in English

There are fourteen punctuation marks in English—period being one of them—end of sentence, end of complete thought. That’s right, just fourteen punctuation marks in English! Including the exclamation point! And you better learn them!

Think about that… 14 punctuation marks… and… ellipsis… may be the most mysterious one. The little ol’ three dotted ellipsis allows you to leave out words. “Got it? Get it,” and remember to put quotation marks around spoken words.

Personality Types
The punctuation marks you make the most liberal use of reveal a great deal about you (brackets, braces, parenthesis). People [control freaks]  use brackets to make things exceedingly clear when writing history, etc.… while laid back types place parentheses (round shaped brackets) to add to unnecessary detail to their fuzzy logic. And, speaking of logic, computer programmers brought new fangled braces into heavy rotation. Those hyper-link thingies<< >>
  

Health Tips
People who like colons are more likely to go in for a colonoscopy: and that procedure is recommended every ten years after you pass the age of 55 years.

Writing Tips
The semicolon, highly recommended for aspiring novelists adds length and girth to you sentences; though bigger sentences offer no guarantee of better sentences. Commas, hardly avoidable in most situations, get soundly rejected by aspiring writers determined to add present tense energy as a way to engage readers in a pure tidal wave of dense roiling poetic expression a veritable hissing across the page before returning to sea. But the appearance of a simple question mark at the end of a sentence kills the novelistic flow and reveals a rank amateur. Why?

Details
The difference between a dash and a hyphen rankles some—especially English majors, the high-minded, and the ink-stained—but to others…not-so-much.

Conclusion

Always add an apostrophe to show possessive case ‘cause the King’s English is my English too.

14 punctuation marks in English grammar: Period, comma, colon, semicolon, dash, hyphen, apostrophe, question mark, exclamation point, quotation mark, brackets, parenthesis, braces, and ellipses.    

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Radio Opinionators... the hot personalities of media

I've always had a soft spot for loudmouths. Electronic loudmouths are the best. My taste is eclectic though I'm a political liberal and a social liberal. I listen to some of the conservative politicos. Especially fond of Michael Savage... a man with great storytelling skills and a mastery of the radio format. You could say he's my guilty pleasure.

Michael Savage's right wing message gets so extreme as to frighten-- almost everybody! Last night he called Angela Merkel a Nazi! But a few minutes later he criticized super wealthy technology capitalists, like Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg, for being infected with a level of greed comparable to the Spanish conquistadors. He cited the Central American natives observation of the Spanish conquerors fetish for gold-- as a kind of gold addiction. Savage compared the super-wealthy technology giants as infected with a similar gold bug nuttiness in their absorption with gaining ever more wealth. That was insightful.

A more recent discovery for me-- Colin Cowherd, the sports commentator. Is this guy the new Jim Rome? They both are West Coast radio personalities. Jim Rome used to be more visible on television. Cowherd now seems to be the sports guy du jour. I tried to get a handle on Cowherd and his radio/television show...The Herd.

Cowherd is brash and opinionated like Rome. Probably never distinguished himself on the playing field. He interviewed Donald Trump yesterday-- a match made in heaven. Cowherd and Trump are big fans of popularity. They like each other because they're both popular. Cowherd compared Trump to NFL football-- apparently Trump's only competitor as a TV ratings draw.

Cowherd has a bright, inquisitive mind, knows his sports, but I'll take Michael Savage's wit even with the sturm and drang. Savage moves quickly and deftly, like a powerful running back. He's a potent brew, harsh and painful as a political critic, but insightful. These wild men, hot personalities in the McLuhan lexicon, are too hot for television but make great radio entertainers.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Over My Head in the Deep Blue Sea

Recently visited California and went swimming at Zuma Beach. Thanks to global warming, the once chilly Pacific Ocean is now quite comfortable off the shores of Los Angeles in late October. But global warming cannot explain the bad judgment I showed in the water.

The waves were breaking with some intensity. The water looked soupy. The wind was blowing. My brother has lots of experience in the ocean. He loves the water and goes surfing and boogie boarding on most weekends. He's been a better swimmer than me since back in high school days. I could see him on his boogie board riding waves about 50 yards further out than me. I enjoyed the feeling of diving through the waves as they approached. The water had a lot of movement, great energy. The undertow water moving back out to sea had some strength to it. I thought I had the situation under control.

A couple of young women surfers, possibly beginners, tested their skills in the demanding surf, rough but not overwhelming or huge. One of them had a thong bathing suit-- definitely a point of interest. I noticed a lifeguard had whistled to some surfers he felt had ventured way too far out.

Suddenly I found myself only twenty yard away from my brother. I was about 50-75 yards from shore and got a little anxious. The intensity of the waves increased and I wanted to swim back to shore. The harder I swam, the further out I seemed to go. I couldn't feel the bottom. I was literally in over my head. We had separated from the lifeguard stand from a great distance. I felt a sense of isolation. Nobody knew about my struggle.

I turned to George, my brother, and said "I'm in trouble, I can't get back." He paddled over to me and pushed the boogie board towards me. Said, "get on." Then he pushed me in front of some of the waves as they surged forward. Slowly we made progress. Then he saw a larger wave forming up. "Get your body on the board and I'll push you," he said.   I felt what seemed like a mountain of water crashing over me. I didn't want to smack against the board but I foolishly let go of it. I got pounded around by a few more waves but could finally feel the ocean bottom.

The shoreline was nearby. It felt good to be alive. I put myself in harm's way for no good reason. I only did it because I knew my brother surfed only a short distance away. I showed bad judgment, underestimated the awesome power of the sea. I tried not to kick myself too hard. Life felt precious to me, something sweet. And I was still around to enjoy it.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Beer and Baseball

Made the scene at two Missoula bars last night-- Alan Vick's and the Missoula Club. Motivated to drink and sit at the solid oak bars in order to observe Houston Astros play New York Yankees. I lived in NY for my first 22 years. Spent the next 44 years in Texas. I even lived in Houston for four years. That's pretty good for an Austin hippie.

My loyalties were split. I grew up on the Yankees in the heyday of Mantle, Maris, Yogi Berra and Whitey Ford. The Yankee players had #8 embroidered on their sleeves to honor the passing of Yogi. But 40 years led to a conversion. Changing baseball teams is like a religious conversion-- like going from Catholic to Baptist or something. But I felt my heart going in the direction of the orange uniforms. And Houston won the game 3-0, right there in the middle of the Bronx.

I drank too much beer. Got a little drunk. Missoula has great bars. Enjoyed talking with my buddy Reed and the newly hired bartender at Alan Vick's. She moved to Missoula from Portland, OR-- where the rents are getting too damn high. Same thing in Austin, Texas. The Missoula Club has great bartenders, young guys, former jocks and these two guys were from Billings, Montana. Their are nostalgic photos of Montana sports heroes all over the walls. Great setting to watch the Wild Card game-- a one game playoff for all the marbles.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

You and Your Cellphone

Marshall McLuhan, my favorite philosopher, explains that all technology is an extension of the human body. Clothes are extension of skin. Car wheels are an extension of the feet. Etc., etc. Most obvious of all, the cellphone is an extension of our brains and central nervous system. We cannot be separated from the cellphone. This fact of life extends to all social classes, races, political persuasions, ages, religions and ethnic groups. The cellphone has won. Technology 1- Humanity- 0.

Of course, cellphones are not anti-human. But they seem to hold human beings in their thrall. I'm on an airplane flying from Denver, Colorado to Missoula, Montana. This is deep in the American West. I see cowboys, real cowboys in blue jeans and actual cowboy hats, everywhere on the plane. They are studying their cellphones. I get to Missoula and go to a hipster coffee house, Le Petit Outre. I recommend it. All the young women seated around look to be college students and slightly older. They are all studying the output of their telephones. Keeps things pretty quiet.

Should we be worried about this phenomenon? Maybe, maybe not. Surely we are missing something with our eyes fixed on a screen just a foot or two away from our faces. We are looking at the content of our own brains, our thoughts, our friends. I'm not sure how open this makes us to new ideas? Certainly the internet is jammed full with ideas.

Maybe things change-- with the introduction of a new technology? For now, cellphones are the winners.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Media Lover

People have a serious fondness for their iPhones. That's so obvious... you see them everywhere, glancing all the time. My media addiction is different. I fit the older demographic that goes outside the phone for my sources. I flip channels between CNBC, the stock guys, and MSNBC, the cable news channel with a liberal bias. Watch the market. Has the economy disintegrated yet? Not yet. Flip the channel over to CNN. So glad this horrible stuff is not happening to me.

My guilty pleasure is Jim Kunstler's "Clusterfuck Nation" screed. He puts out a blog on Monday morning and offers his brilliant, cutting observations on the state of world. Kunstler is especially good at revealing the financial shenanigans of Wall Street, the hocus-pocus that produces nothing much beyond more money for the bankers.

These are my media obsessions:

1) CNBC, stock market TV shows
2) MSNBC, liberal commentary
3) Jim Kunstler, Clusterfuck Nation blog
4) KUT, liberal radio commentary from the University of Texas at Austin
5) The Horn, sports talk on the radio
6) Rush Limbaugh, right wing bluster
7) NY Times, the paper of record
8) Facebook-- and a brief search of electronic world (Drudge Report, Salon, YouTube etc.)

I get in my car and listen to the radio-- go for KUT, the Public Broadcasting programs coming out to the University of Texas. Then I'll switch to sports talk radio, but the local guys on "The Horn." And then I'll listen to Rush Limbaugh, just to enjoy the intensity of the vitriol. He knows how to push all the right buttons. Maybe Rush is a mentor to Donald Trump-- teaching him the blunt style, insulting but evasive-- a rush of words and emotion designed to overwhelm the senses.

I drive to Starbucks, get a coffee and read the NY Times. That habit started early as my father read the NY Times every day of his life. Cannot stand the thought of all that paper getting into my house.

And that is my daily shower of information.

Friday, August 14, 2015

Body Politic: churning waters

The pundits are nonplussed. How did Donald Trump get to the top of the Republican pack? He's never held office. He has no loyalty to any particular party. His views, though emphatically stated have very little conviction. Why is he dominating the airwaves?

In the new electronic format-- Trump understands the format. It's theater. He's performing. He's not stuck to the ward politics of the party system. The backroom deal-making by old codgers smoking cigars is a thing of the past. The election happens on TV and on computers.

Trump's ace is the Dean Martin attitude-- Fug it... I don't give a damn what anybody thinks. He doesn't let the electron powered griddle cook him. Ditto for Bernie Sanders. They have figured out the new medium. You get front-and-center and let the electrons fly. It doesn't matter what you say. It's how you say it.

Donald Trump v. Bernie Sanders? A raging capitalist real estate developer versus a self-proclaimed socialist! Wow!

In the meantime everybody struggles to counter with theater of their own. Rand Paul tries to get loose and funky. But he's not loose or funky. Hillary ducks for cover. She's not used to playing it loose and shooting from the hip. Could Bill Clinton flourish in the new environment? This world where policy matters less and image counts for all? Bill learned to function with bullets flying all around him. He probably could have beat these guys.

Al Gore? A bit slow-moving. He showed no skill in managing the 2000 election fray. George W. beat him when it counted. Joe Biden? Another ward politician type.

Woe is us. Whoa is us... who survives the new environment. He who cares less. Barack figured it out. Stay cool. Be cool. Don't let birther accusations get you down. They may call you Muslim. That's okay. Don't get flustered. For it's a cool medium. And only the cool survive.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Top 10 Reasons to Watch Andy Cohen's "Watch What Happens Live"

Andy Cohen is the first 21st century Talk Show Host for the following reasons:

#1 Live
The title of the show indicates Andy’s deep understanding of digital-era media. It’s live, in the moment and the audience is part of things.

#2 Interactive
Andy gets questions in the moment-- phone calls and tweets from his audience—and directs them to the two guests sitting directly to his left.

#3 Eye candy
Andy always has one or two Guest Bartenders and they’re almost always young and beautiful. They don’t say much.

#4 Repetition
Andy’s special segments—Mazel of the Day and Jackhole of the Day— provide brief editorial comments. They let us know what Andy feels strongly about it and we feel closer to him.

#5 Pun
Games with guests are always based on Puns. Andy’s guests are pop culture stars and the games he plays with them always have a name based on a pun—related to the careers of the guests.

#6 Fun
Andy’s a naturally upbeat person and smiles constantly. Racy without being raunchy.

#7 Lighthearted
Andy never takes himself too seriously.

#8 Open-minded
Andy seems free of prejudice. Embraces people of all races, sexual orientation. Comfortable with women.

#9 Pop References
Andy refers to pop culture constantly, including his own Housewives shows. There are many rewards for the connoisseur of Bravo TV.

#10 Man of the People
Andy is bright, brilliant maybe, but not as well-read as Dick Cavett or as naturally witty as Howard Stern, David Letterman, or Joan Rivers, some of his talk show heroes (see below). He never takes a superior attitude towards his guests. Maybe Andy is the first gay Everyman?

*****

The material below comes from Entertainment Weekly—the Aug 14, 2015 issue—with Andy Cohen as its guest editor.

Andy Cohen’s Top 10
Greatest Talk Show Hosts of All Time

1)          Dick Cavett—so erudite, calm, urbane, classy
2)          Howard Stern—he’s my inspiration for WWHL, and the best interviewer working today. He has his Wack Pack and I have my Housewives.
3)          Tom Snyder—cigarettes and a hearty laugh
4)          David Letterman—he deconstructed the talk show right before our very eyes.
5)          Kelly Ripa—she doesn’t get credit for how hard her job is because she makes it look easy. Plus, she know how to overshare without giving too much away.
6)          Johnny Carson—chic, chic, chic
7)          Joan Rivers—when she guest-hosted on The Tonight Show it was like Christmas for me. The clothes, the monologue, the personal questions—perfect!
8)          Jimmy Fallon—he’s brought a new energy, enthusiasm, freshness and positivity to late-night.
9)          Rosie O’Donnell—she reinvented daytime TV with hilarious games and a love of pop culture.
10)      Robin Byrd—a live Manhattan public-access show hosted by a yenta in a crochet bikini, featuring strippers and call-ins? Why is this not still on?