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March 11, 2007

Beware the Ides of March!

That's when the Madness begins. Et tu Bruins? A "2" Bruins? So the Pac-10 didn't get a one seed, they still landed a solid six teams in the NCAA Men's Tournament.  Only the ACC had more (7) and everyone knows that they sold their collective soul to the devil (Dick Vitale) years ago.  I'm surprised the whole conference didn't get in.

I went to Arizona.  I bleed that damn red and blue.  I would really love to say they are going to take it all.  In fact, I have been saying that for months.  That was until they self-destructed, and even though I will fill out at least one bracket with them on the final line I'm just not feeling it.  Hell, I don't think they are feeling it.

Cinderella This doesn't dampen (well, slightly) my enthusiasm for the wonder of March Madness.  I will still watch more basketball in a few weekends than most people watch in a lifetime.  I will drink beer before noon on a weekday.  I will fall in love with Cinderella(s).  I will quite possibly sleep on the couch.

It's going to be freaking great.

I will now provide for you my prediction for the Final Four, please note that should you follow my lead- and win any monies for doing so, I expect a bit of that love.

My Final Four are:
*Oregon
*UCLA
*Ohio State
*Georgetown

I'll take Oregon over Ohio State, 83-74.  Why not?

So, who will you be dancing with?

February 19, 2007

Rejuvenile: The DadCentric Review

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Young at heart has come of age. Rejuvenile, the latest book by author Christopher Noxon, is an interesting and often humorous look at the proverbial inner-child and the increasingly common practice of letting that kid run. 

I must admit, I don't feel like a grown-up.  Seriously.  I still feel about the same way I did when I was in my twenties.  Early twenties.  I'll be 36 in a couple of weeks and while I am a married, home owning, bill paying, handsome son of a gun with two small children, I am not, according to the experts Noxon sites, a grown-up.  Some say my penchant for hours of playground activity is a menace to the way of western civilization.  Some say it is only natural (and a hell of a lot more fun).  Noxon tends to hold with the later. 

The rejuvenile embraces fun.  That fun can be in play for the sake of play, in collecting items often considered marketed for younger people, or interacting with one's own child.  In the introduction he states, "By loitering in territory established as the exclusive dominion of children, rejuveniles are challenging a rarely examined assumption: that one's age should dictate one's activities, social group, and mind-set.  Adults...are blithely shredding those scripts to confetti, giggling as the pieces float to the ground."

He continues, "Traditional adulthood didn't do us any favors... mostly a remnant of the Industrial Revolution, a set of standards established to encourage regularity, stability, steadfastness, and other virtues that aren't worth half as much now as one hundred years ago."

While the nay-sayers, labeled "Harrumphing Codgers" are pretty much cast as sticks in the proverbial mud, the term "rejuvenile" is not "meant to be entirely celebratory", rather it is "value-neutral."  He lists among them Walt Disney, Albert Einstein and Steve Jobs. They are "geniuses, mavericks, oddballs, and crackpots."  Which one are you?

The roots of the movement, that being the resistance to the rigors of growing up, is attributed by Noxon to the turn of the twentieth century and most notably, the first flight of the eternal child, Peter Pan.  For play, to the rejuvenile, "is indeed the whole point of life."  Pan embodies a passion for fun that is infectious and inspiring, and sometimes downright dangerous.  Most rejuveniles are able to incorporate this spirit and balance it within the confines of an otherwise adult life, meaning one with responsibility and consequence.  Others, not so much.

There is a saying of disputed origin that embodies the modern rejuvenile:  We don't stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing.  What does this motto mean today?  Adults are more and more subject to the "trickle-up effect of childhood play".  Otherwise "normal" people have either picked up extreme habits from the youth, or they never let it go from their own childhood.  Skateboarding, snowboarding, and the like have helped maintain a level of youthfulness that no cubicle can confine.  The lines between the hoods (child and adult, respectively) has become more and more blurry.

So the rejuvenile is what? The love-child of the Industrial Revolution and Peter Pan? Yes and no. 

A generation ago, adults could expect to finish school, get married, and start a career all within a few years.  Now people are living together before getting married, working while in school...and taking full advantage of their immunity from the expectations inherent in being a parent, husband, or wife.  They are, to borrow a sociological term, on "role hiatus," free to try things out, screw up, move back home, and try again.  Along the way, they're forging a new sense of adulthood-one that has less to do with what they've achieved than how they feel.

What's required of the rejuvenile, then, is a careful, deliberate, and yes, mature accounting of those qualities that come naturally to kids that can also contribute to rich and meaningful adult lives-and a weeding out of those qualities that are best consigned to childhood.

The book is a comprehensive study of what makes this movement a movement and not just a load of shit.  It examines the beauty of romantic ideals and the failures of ignorance, fear, and the embarrassment associated with trying too hard- often in the same sentence.

Chances are, like me, you are somewhere within the labels and examples given. I'm a little from  Column A and little from Column  B, a mixed-nut of adult and parental responsibilities with the carefree lust for fun expected of someone half my age (maybe a third).  Hello, my name is Whit, and I'm a rejuvenile.  I've been called worse.

Noxon, himself an admitted rejuvenile, does have some concerns which he voices throughout the book; among them the role of the media and corporate America in creating an adult-sized appetite for all things kid-like.  Yet, he concludes, "in the end, though, I don't think the rejuvenile impulse is ultimately rooted in any of those things.  When you boil it down, I think we rejuveniles are attempting to hang on to the part of ourselves that feels most genuinely human.  We believe that there is more value in what we came in with that what we are taught."

Amen to that brother.  Amen.

February 07, 2006

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now

I'm getting old.  Well, okay, according to my wife I'm already old, but what does she know, the young whippersnapper.  I think, along with Greg, I am one of the oldest contributors to this site.  In fact, the new 30 is no longer just a blip on the horizon for me - I'm actually about one block and one stop light away from that destination.  I know the best years are ahead of me and I look forward to them with great anticipation - so could someone please tell AARP to stop sending me enrollmentB0000645dd01lzzzzzzzjpg materials?  I'm not dead yet!

Sounds like the ramblings of a doddering old fool, doesn't it?  Allow me to get to my point - there is method in this madness.  Last week, Western Union announced the end of the telegram after 150 years of hand-delivered yellow envelopes - and, for you Jeopardy fanatics out there, the company, ironically, made this announcement on the Internet - just file away that particular tidbit for future use.  Then, the other night, Mrs. Big Dubya posted about the obsolete cell phones taking up space in desk and cabinet drawers.  All this got me to thinking about other things that I once used with great regularity that are now exhibits at the Smithsonian, so I thought I would share some of them with you.

LPs, 8-tracks, cassettes: Yes, these come up on everyone's list.  If you were to dig through my parents' garage, you would probably still find The Beatles Blue Album or The Who The Kids Are Alright on 8-track - dude, I rocked even at 10-years-old.  But, along with the death of the mix tape, I think we'll have to add CDs to this list very soon as I don't think my son or his peers will be listening to them for any reason other than the nostalgia value.  With the proliferation of iPods and similar tech gadgets, why own 500 CDs when you can have the equivalent stored on something the size of a credit card; or why put together a mix tape when you can just text the playlist?  Don't get me wrong - I'm not saying any of this is a good thing.  I remember laboring for hours putting together tapes for road trips or for my beautiful bride - choosing just the right balance - fast, slow, hardcore, wicked mellow; making sure there was the right amount of space between songs so the search could pick up the break; deciding between song titles or track titles on the listing; and clever names for the tapes other than Slow Mix or Headbanging Mix.  I think I'll miss that.

Rotary phones, car phones and 1st gen cells: My parents just got rid of a rotary phone a couple of years ago.  It was in my brother's old bedroom and served as a second upstairs phone.  It was powder blue with a short coiled cord and had the worst reception ever.  Can you imagine trying to be the sixth caller using a rotary phone?  I can.  It sucked.  Anyone out there have one of the car phones that came out in the early 90s?  I'm not talking about something like you'd see in an episode of Cannon.  These things actually came in something resembling a duffel bag and pretty much took up the passenger seat.  And remember this: HI!  CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?  I'M CALLING FROM THE CAR.  THIS IS GREAT.  WHAT'S THAT?  OH, I'LL BE AT THE..............................HUH?  OH, SORRY.  JUST WENT THROUGH A TUNNEL.  CAN YOU HEAR ME?  That I don't miss.

B&W TV, UHF, VHF and 13 channels: My earliest memory is of watching men land on the moon on a B&W television.  I was 2.  We had a B&W TV in my house well into the 1980s that required a lot of antenna jiggling to get any kind of reception.  Speaking of antennas (antennae?) - UHF and VHF and the age of 13 channels.  I was 13 when cable came to my neighborhood - hell, I remember when you could get HBO on a set-top box without cable.  But then again, I remember having to get up off the couch to change the channels, adjust the antenna, fiddle with the horizontal hold, tweak the color/contrast (does he look too green to you?) and wait for the test pattern to end.  But then again, with 500 channels and nothing on, maybe 13 was more than enough.

Atari, Colecovision & Intellivision: Only out of pure nostalgia do I bring these up.  Pixelated graphics and 8-bit soundtracks were the hallmarks of these videogame pioneers.  Compared to what you could play in any bowling alley or convenience store for a quarter, these paled in comparison.  But to be able to play Space Invaders, Frogger, Defender or Pitfall in the comfort of your own home?  Sweet.  I occasionally play Galaga on my Xbox which is fun and all, but with it's slow reaction time and predictable gameplay it's not nearly as fun as it once was.  Then again, it's not nearly as expensive either.

I think that's enough for now - maybe I'll try for a Part Deux some other time.  In the meantime, feel free to add your own.

December 21, 2005

I'm banned? Cool!

Allow me, in advance, to apologize for the length of this post - I tend to get wordy when I get all fired up.

I despise censorship in any fuckin' form.  Any.  I think protestations on behalf of uptight parents, politicians, school board members, city councilors, et. al. that "We must protect the children" are weak and are served up only to deflect attention from the poles (or polls) that are firmly lodged up their asses.Web_generalbutton

Now, of course, I may be overreacting to two stories I recently came across.  If I am, allow me to apologize here and now for getting into a lather; for getting my knickers in a knot; a bee in my bonnet; or any other witty cliche that describes my agitation.  I don't think I am though.

The first came to my attention the other day on MSNBC.com.  The story details some controversy in Maryland regarding a book entitled The Earth, My Butt, and Other Big Round Things by Carolyn Mackler.  The young adult novel has been widely praised and has received several honors including the Michael L. Printz Honor Book silver medal from the Young Adult Library Services Association.  It's a frank depiction of a young (15 years old) girl's "struggle over whether and when to lose her virginity and the disgust  she feels with her own overweight body."  It's not a very rosy picture - it's far from Leave it to Beaver or Father Knows Best.  Today, there's a follow-up story on MSNBC.com about the Carroll County superintendent, Charles I. Ecker, reconsidering the ban he imposed a couple of months ago.  In the article he praises the book very highly and even goes on to say that "If I had the authority, I’d make every parent read it because it’s about family relations, about how parents treat a child that may not be the way they think they should be.”  Well, holy fuckin' shit, Batman! So, what caused him to ban it you ask?  It has some foul language (oops, maybe I'll get banned) and "some sexual things in it that (he) thought was unfortunate."  Really?  Where's my sarcasm tag when I need it.  But, let's get to the heart of it - he overturned a committee that voted to accept the book because a parent...ONE...challenged the book's language and sexual themes.  I will place money right now that that parent's child(ren) will end up on a therapist's couch.  Now, there is a kicker and it comes from Mr. Ecker.  He says, "he was in a quandary. He believes in the First Amendment, he said, and “it’s a wonderful message,” but it is also a difficult one that some pupils may not be ready for."  Is it just me, or is he making himself the parent of the entire district?  And, can you really say, in all honesty you believe in the First Amendment and then ban a book?  Also on MSNBC.com is a poll (unscientific, of course) that shows (unfortunately) that of 282 respondents (at time of writing) only 45%, less than half, believe that books of this nature should be allowed in public schools.  55% believe either the books should be available elsewhere or it all depends on the book.  Reason #2,458,965 for the fall of Western Civilization.

Ok, parents, here's the deal.  You, my friends, are the parent.  It is your responsibility, and yours alone, to bring up your children and only your children.  If you find something objectionable, fine, keep it away from your child.  But do not...DO NOT...believe that that gives you the right to impose your values on me and keep it from mine.  That's not how this all works.

Ok - second story that really pissed me off.  Last Friday (December 16) three senators (Joe Lieberman (D, CT), Hillary Rodham Clinton (D, NY) and Evan Bayh (D, IL)) introduced legislation "that will codify the (videogame) industry's voluntary ratings system."  Games will be assigned letters ("EC" - appropriate for early childhood to "AO" - adults only) and any retailer that sells games rated mature or adults only to children under 17 could face fines of up to $5,000.  Good to see that everything in the country is running smoothly that these aspiring presidential candidates have the time to introduce this ridiculous legislation.  First Amendment anyone?  Bueller?  Bueller?  I must say, however, that there are some voices of reason out there in the wilderness.  In 2001, "in overturning an Indianapolis statute, Judge Richard A. Posner said the graphic content in videogames, while coarse to many, deserves the same protection as gruesome passages in such literary classics as "The Odyssey," "The Divine Comedy" and "War and Peace." (Emphasis mine)  He continues:

"Violence has always been and remains a central interest of humankind and a recurrent, even obsessive theme of culture," Judge Posner wrote. "To shield children right up until the age of 18 from exposure to violent descriptions and images would not only be quixotic, but deforming; it would leave them unequipped to deal with the world as we know it."

I just find it disgusting and insulting that individuals, elected or not, have it in their heads that they are the arbiters of what you and I can read, play, listen to (PMRC anyone?) or watch.  Like Chag said a couple of weeks ago, "I Don't Need The Government To Babysit My Children."

December 11, 2005

Don't Hate

As a parent, sometimes you run out of options.  You sang, danced, made up silly little double-entendre laden rhymes...and nothing.  Sometimes you just have to cave.  Like most parents, I'm a little reluctant to turn the TV on and let Mia soak in the stupid.  So I've got the next best thing.  Two words - Sony Playstation.

Okay, granted, she's way too young to play much of anything.  But you put a bouncy seat on vibrate in front of the TV, fire up your favorite game and you've got a source of amusement for, well, 15 minutes or so.  Now, before you freak out and call social services on me, I beat up hookers for their cash playing Grand Theft Auto nor did I rip out anyone's spines playing Mortal Kombat.  Instead I blew stuff up playing a Star Wars game.

Maybe I've sunk pretty low.  My wife didn't seem all that amused.  But at least I'm trying to teach my daughter the ways of the force.  That's something, right?

November 28, 2005

The Joys Of Holiday Shopping

I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving, had lots of incredible food, and spent a great deal of time with family and loved ones.

But it's Christmastime now.

No holiday gets kicked to the curb quicker than Thanksgiving. Before you can polish off that drumstick, it's Black Friday, the day we all turn into bargain-hunting scavengers. And were you aware that today is Cyber Monday, the day people return to work and purchase gifts online with their office's high-speed connection? Soon, we'll rename the 12 Days of Christmas to the 30 Days of Shopping and we'll have a name for every day.

I wasn't brave enough to venture out this year. Can't deal with the long lines. Or the riots. So I stayed home.

But now there's no putting it off. Soon, I will have to buy Christmas presents for my kids. My son will be easy; he's only nine months old, so a few bright and shiny objects will make him happy.

My daughter? She's a bit trickier. She wants everything. We were planning on getting her a motorized vehicle, but she wouldn't be able to ride it until spring (plus, we could get it at least half the price of retail at a yard sale). She would love to have more princess stuff but she has enough gowns and crowns to outfit several royal families. Plus, that crap makes my wife and I gag. And don't get me started on Dora.

That's why we're going the educational route this year. We've decided to get her either a V-Smile or an InteracTV. And that's where you come in. Have you had any experience with either of these devices? Is one better than another? My daughter is three, but I would like something that can advance as she does. Or is there something out there now that's better than either of those? Any suggestions/comments are very welcome.

Yeah, I know. I should just buy her educational software for my computer. But I'm not ready to give up my last bastion of freedom.

November 21, 2005

All Your Base Are Belong To Us!!

Dkong11I was getting my hair cut this weekend, and no sooner had I sat down then the barber asked me if I had pre-ordered the Xbox 360.  "You'll never get one if you didn't pre-order!  My cousin will be at Best Buy at midnight to pick his up, then he's coming over so we can play it all night long!"  I didn't pre-order one, because my wife has already disowned my best man for buying us a Playstation 2 as a wedding gift, and holds my brother in contempt for buying us an Xbox the following Christmas.  That doesn't mean I don't WANT one desperately, as well as the 52" high-definition plasma screen television and 7.1 channel surround sound system I would need to truly enjoy the experience.

I loves me the video games, I admit it.  I fondly remember the old coin-operated games like Star Castle, Robotron, and Battle Zone, and my brother and I would beg our parents to take us out for pizza so we could commandeer the Missile Command game at the parlor.  As I got older my nerd friends and I would gather in our basement and huddle around our Commodore 64 to play Summer Games, Archon, and Ultima III.  I don't know how many hours I put into Civilization in my late 20s, but I guarantee I was late for work at least a dozen times because I went to bed at 5 AM.  Now that I'm a workin' man with a daughter to take care of and a wife that HATES the games (although she's beaten the crap out of me every time I've conned her into playing Soul Caliber) I have to squeeze in my thumb-twitching after everyone is in bed or during some gently encouraged mother-daughter time.  If there is a ready-made addiction for my y-chromosome, this is it.

Granted, games are hardly as benign as they used to be.  There's a lot of exploding zombies with giblets of flesh hitting the screen, gorgons beheaded by the twist of the neck, and hookers beaten with baseball bats for their money (coooooool).  I don't really want my daughter exposed to that ("Now honey, just because Daddy shot the policeman doesn't mean it's right.")  But there's been some discussion lately of how video games can actually be good for you, developing cognitive problem-solving skills while simultaneously immersing and entertaining.  Personally, I'm all for this theory, partially because it's self-serving but also because I think it's true.  I don't think there's anything wrong with kids having controlled exposure to video games, as long as the content is screened and it's balanced with activities that involve lower-body mobility and sunlight.  They can be challenging and rewarding, and give you a much better mental work-out than watching Power Rangers or MTV, with the added benefit of learning to wield a battle-axe or light-saber. 

What do you think?

November 17, 2005

Yes, Kenny, I Know When to Fold Them

PokerAlthough I've slowed the gambling train down quite a bit (actually, more like a screeching fucking halt!) since my marriage and the birth of my daughter, I'm a pretty avid poker player.  At one point, I was pulling in several thousand dollars a year in extra income by playing poker in both live and online casinos.  I even paid for our wedding in Maui through poker winnings (and my poor wife's little dinky ring is living proof).  However, as is the case for a lot of us when we start having kids, my free time disappeared, my expendable income disappeared and I became much more conscious about taking risks - especially with money - since I have a family to consider. 

So, those days are over for now and my time "at the tables" is limited to an hour or two playing online for a couple of bucks here and there or the occasional poker night with the boys. About the only thing I fold now is my empty wallet. I have good memories of all the action, the big wad of cash in my nightstand, and all those runs to Commerce Casino or the Mirage.  Those were good times.  However, these are better times...just in a different way.  The big pots are replaced by a little tiny face yelling "Daaaady" as I walk in the door.  The trips to Vegas are now trips to the park or the beach.  And my nightstand doesn't hold anything of value anymore because it will inevitably be emptied on to the floor.  But that's OK.  That's my stuff and she's welcomed to it anytime. 

So, Dads [and Moms!], what kinds of similar things have changed for you since the fruit(s) of your procreation replaced your methods of recreation?

I managed to track down a few of my old trip reports from a few years ago.  Mostly Vegas runs with the boys.  You can find them here, here, and here.

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