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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Superman on the stand

What if it fell to you, the defense attorney of Lex Luthor, to cross-examine Superman as witness in your client’s criminal case? Aside from proving Kal-El’s blatant violations of Luthor’s Miranda and Due Process rights, you must establish that the Caped One’s testimony is inadmissible in a court of law. One great strategy would be to present to the jury a logical proof that completely discredits the Man of Steel. The title of your presentation would be, “Superman: Liar or Schizophrenic.”

From the moment Superman flew into Metropolis he passed himself off as one who represents “Truth, Justice, and the American way.” The inconsistency here rests on the “Truth.” According to Superman in his first motion picture, he “never lies” under any circumstances. He maintains it as an absolute, uncompromised fact that he does not intentionally conceal what he perceives to be reality. Yet verifiable facts do not support Superman’s position.

Recall in Superman II, when Lois Lane was firmly convinced that Clark was in fact Superman. She asked him, point blank, “Are you Superman?” To this Clark responded, “No, no, of course I’m not Superman. Don’t be ridiculous, Lois.” To test her belief, Lois flung herself into Niagara Falls, expecting Clark to don his cape and rescue her. Lois survived this brash act, but just barely.

The point of this incident is clear—Clark Kent is quite willing and able to lie even when it puts his supposed loved ones in danger. Every moment he dons his non-prescription glasses is a lie. The woman he loves, Lois, is constantly being misled as to his identity. Who knows how far this ruse goes, to what lengths Clark/Superman is willing to go to fulfill his own needs at our detriment. Unless Superman regards himself as a completely separate entity from Clark Kent, and is in fact psychologically independent from Kent, Superman must be considered a liar, pure and simple.

Which brings us to the next point. If Superman is in fact telling the truth, that in a real sense he believes he is not Clark Kent, he must be battling a multiple personality disorder. In layman’s terms, he is bonkers. Consider how dangerous a proposition this is. Someone who is strong enough to crush Earth into bits, who, indeed, is fast enough to reverse the spin of the planet and send us back in time, is crazy. What’s worse, he routinely zips this way and that, acting as judge and jury for criminals everywhere. Superman reads no rights, does no surveillance, and seems to have little regard for law. How is Lex Luthor any worse from this madman?

In passing, it should be noted that concealing his identity from the public is not the only sneaky thing Superman (an extraterrestrial) has done. It is common knowledge that Superman adversely possessed a 25 square mile stretch of land just south of the North Pole, depriving Denmark of an estimated 3 billion dollars of potential revenue. All of that just to erect a pretentious piece of modernist architecture (The Fortress of Solitude). Someone this petty and crazy should not be granted authority to go above the law. Your freedom or your home could be next.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

I would also like to add...

...that the rumor of this blog's demise has been greatly exaggerated.

Thanks, mom.

I just spent approximately two hours perusing the pitchfork-youtube compilation of the 100 most awesome videos ever made. I soon realized that I owe the bittersweet nostalgia I feel for the decade of the 1980s to my mother. Had she not gotten herself knocked up in 1980 as opposed to, say, 1985, I doubt I would feel half as emotionally connected to most of these videos. Instead, I not only feel inspirationally compelled to sing the Go-Gos at my next karaoke bar appearance, but I feel a proud sense of humility that I am able to remember my youth coinciding with such media breakthroughs that were conveyed through the music and music-video scene of the 1980s.

The preponderance of "80s Nights" at bars and clubs, radio stations with the same specialty, and, one might go so far to say, the heavy-laden 80s punk influence on the modern hipster aesthetic are testament to the fact that the 80s was an incredible decade. It may also construe itself as irritating based on the sheer magnitude, prevalence, and repetitive interest accross what now appears to be multiple generations and possibly demographics. The "80s" is certainly a marketable decade in myriad ways. However, I must argue that more recent music videos lack the quaint charm of what is now low-budget and/or amature special effects.

Although this list includes more recent gems, my favs include the Jacksons, Journey, Herbie Hancock, Frankie Goes to Hollywood, A-Ha, Lionel Richie, the list goes on and I've only made if half way through. I'm guessing that long term memory afixes itself for mass media culture at about age 4 or 5, luckily. I feel truly blessed.

http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/feature/36588/Staff_List_100_Awesome_Music_Videos/page_1

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

sobriquet

A few things. First, what's with all the academic posts? Secondly, I have lost sleep thinking about how I've not delivered my promise of a Part II to my Reality Bites post back in May. This sequel is still not prepared, but I thought I would leave you all with a few interesting facts about its star, Winona Ryder.

Winona was born Winona Horowitz. She was also born as a blonde (isn't that crazy?). Until her teen years she grew up on a commune without electricity. Her first movie was Lucas. She was supposed to play Michael Corleone's daughter in Godfather III, but was suffering from exhaustion and had to back out. Currently, she has three movies in production. Stay tuned...

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Gilad Shalit is the new Terri Schiavo

Remember Terri? The woman in a persistent vegetative state who inspired a special, late-night Sunday session of Congress from which emerged a faux-heroic intervention applying only to Schiavo's parents, allowing their attempt to "save" her to leapfrog from state to federal court in defiance of Constitution and all common sense? Remember the vigils outside the Hospice where she lay dying, the feverish martyrdom operation, the Christian soliders expressing their outrage that Governor Bush of Florida hadn't called in the National Guard to forcefully remove Ms. Schiavo and spirit her to safety?

Something about what's going on in Israel/Palestine reminds me uncannily of the Schiavo drama. Every human life is sacred, but why is the recovery of Gilad Shalit worth escalating the region into open warfare? As cynical as it sounds, isn't it actually something of a step forward for the Palestinians to start kidnapping soldiers instead of blowing up civilians? The righteousness of the Israelis, dutifully supported by the Bush Administration, is illegitimate as long as they hold 9,000 Palestinians in prison-- surely "enemy combatants", including the women and children, to a one.

The fetishization of Gilad Shalit suggests to me that Israel made a decision at some point after Hamas' ascension to power and has simply been waiting for an excuse to start a war. We'll all be lucky if it remains a merely regional conflict.

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Sigh

The division of public and private in modern society, from the outset so fastidiously maintained as to impoverish both domains, is entering a new phase. Technology presents the possibility of complete, immanent immersion in a personal sensory universe. The private sphere is no longer coterminous with the boundaries of one’s residence; it is now an enveloping aura borne about by the individual, much like the “bubble of liberty” to which Lockean political philosophy degraded the notion of freedom.

The retreat to privacy was already a reaction to the withering of public space: the private realm used to represent a recuperative sanctum in which individuals could bask in an aesthetic ambience of their own creation; the public sphere, exemplified by the city, was an ugly and unpleasant environment to be experienced, if at all, in controlled bouts.

In the next phase, the traditional distinctions between public and private are called into question. Public space, once tolerated as a necessary evil, is no longer afforded even that grudging concession.

New technologies such as the MP3 player and the cell phone make the individual off-limits to social interactions in the realm actually occupied by his body: it is, in a real sense, merely his body that is there. To be sure, the chance of social interactions—especially of meaningful ones—is already virtually nil in a public space dominated by rapid, senseless activity and the pseudosociality of consumerism. Technology does not create the situation; it merely shuts the window of communicative possibility, through which passed a nagging draft of humane remembrance.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

oh no

You guys. I just had a startling discovery, somewhat disturbing in fact. As I stumbled into Higgins' empty home, having expected a party to be progress, I popped in the nearest VHS in the area to kill time. REALITY BITES, the crowning achievement of Generation X cinema, has altered my perspective on things. See, the first dozen times that I have seen this film, I dug it. The people were all sort of hip and alternative 90s chic. But now, at 23 it's like, I actually AM ONE OF THESE PEOPLE. OH MY GOD. The ennui, the lack of direction. The familial estrangement. It's all there. Anyway, everyone just arrived to Higgins' house. I will continue this entry later, in Part II...

Friday, May 19, 2006

Iraq

This is the single most dire report from Iraq I've yet seen:

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/05/19/world/middleeast/19migration.html?hp&ex=1148097600&en=27cafcfc5a99f506&ei=5094&partner=homepage

Not much chance of establishing civil society without a middle class. The magnitude of the shit-storm we've created is vertigo-inducing.

"Blood of man once spilled / Once at his feet shed forth,
and darkening the plain / Nor chant nor charm can call it back again."
(Aeschylus, "Agamemnon")