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Would you like some sugar with that Left Brain?

So I’ve got this highly unscientific theory. Initially I was going to post a while back that there are two kinds of people: coffee people and tea people. It was a redundant and unenlightened post. However, after mulling things over a bit more and discussing the thought over a basket of chips and a cup of guac with Rhea, I’ve decided things are a bit more complex.  Not only are there coffee people and there are tea people, but the coffee people are left brain people and the tea people are right brain people.

Left brain people are more logical and rational and just more on the organizational tip.  Right brain folks are intuitive, holistic and usually on the artsy-ish side. Again, this isn’t an exact science, but characterizing a quick list of friends confirmed this classification system.

The major exception to the rule that I can think of is my parents: my mother definitely should be a coffee person but is a staunch Earl Greyer, my dad should have been a major tea gulper but was usually seen with a mug of joe.

Interesting follow-up tidbit: I’d generally consider myself a tea person, but I can go for a good cup of coffee now and then. Whenever I’ve taken the left and right brain test I usually come out 50-50. Even more strange: for a while during college I thought I was a coffee person…or maybe I tried to be a coffee person. Hmmm…
Someone’s had to have done a study on this before, right? Find it.

Alright, out with it then

First, I think that this . . . well, frankly I don’t know what to think. I’ve been looking at it on amazon for the better part of a week now and just can’t decide how to feel about it. Obviously this is a giant leap in the advancement of human development. Don’t get me wrong, I am completely repulsed by this, but its sheer existence says something. I’m not sure what. I’m tempted to click “buy” out of spite but don’t think I’d be able to watch it to make a more formative analysis. This really is a case for someone like Chuck Klosterman (and I grew out of my need to ape his writing quirks a couple years ago… at least I hope I did).

Next, as I mentioned yesterday, this week’s book club was of the usual mind blowing variety. A smaller crowd than usual, but I have a feeling the book pushed back against many of our usual attendees. If anything, I’m now left with a feeling of envy that us western folk are relegated to kick around phrases “magic” and “spirits” simply because we need to label that which isn’t natural to us. That is, concepts of spirituality and spells and magic are foreign to commofidied, “proper” Yanks. We give these concepts fancy terms to show we don’t believe they happen, even though Taussig argues they not only happen but they essentially help run or propel the happenings of the ever ubiquitous and undefined “state.” I’d have more to say on this except for the fact that I’m reluctant to say I fully understood the text…which I also suspect was intentional on the author’s part.

Spent a good deal of my afternoon watching this and the other linked exhibits. Just great.

Spent a good deal of the morning subjecting my students to the new Saul Williams album. While I’m not as smitten with it as Ms. Rogers, it is a remarkable album. Wish the album had more Thavius and less Trent…sacrilegious? Probably.

Blogging in the Wasteland

Don’t take the inconsistent updating of this blog as a sign on lethargy or inaction. The fact of the matter is that, in addition to being back on track and teaching, I’m fully immersed in several projects (two of which may have larger implications than I can really predict at the moment).

However, I’m at a real dilemma at the moment.

On one hand there are projects that I’m still wrapping my head around and trying to approach from theoretical perspectives in an effort to maintain level-headedness. Take yesterday; I spent three and a half hours in a meeting that completely reoriented my perspective and feelings about next year. In short I left extremely angry and motivated to pursue…other projects. And as much as I am exploring ideas, avenues of even further exploration, and dialogue with other allies, it is out of place to address any of these topics in any kind of formal manner on this site. To be clear, I’m not at the liberty to talk about certain issues pertinent to the current state and future direction of my high school.

On the other hand, I have other (possibly more upbeat) projects that I’m in the process of developing. I should be talking about these things. However, now more than ever I am becoming wary of concepts like intellectual property and not peacocking ideas that I haven’t either published or presented formally. Selfish, egotistical, and self-righteous? Probably exceedingly so. However, I’m actively pursuing work bordering both research and practical application within the classroom and I’ve heard enough horror stories in such a short time that such ideas remain as fragments on m hard drive rather than diamonds to be mined via google.

This isn’t any kind of rationale for lack of recent posts. I’m merely confronting my need to tangle through various ideas and my need for that entanglement to not be one that is public. Of course, that leaves me in a position, presently, of deciding a course of action for this blog. While I still maintain an interest in documenting and further inquiring into various interests including professional, academic pursuits, I think that this site can only be tangentially connected to these efforts. I’m relegated to pop culture, classroom observations, and pedagogical gizmos as they wash up on a generic shore. Of course, most of my current interests (that currently remain nameless on the digital wilderness) came about through such ad hoc discovery. Likely many things noted here will lead toward more professionally developed ideas, but that’s something to be noticed only when looking back, not to be judged while looking forward.

I can, however, share my thoughts on tonight’s fantastic book club. I think that will happen tomorrow.

Ahem

I’m quite disturbed by this – I saw it on TV tonight shortly after the discussion about protests and puppets. There is something scary in the commercial. That it’s selling vodka furthers the problem for me.

Reminds me a bit of dialogue at the recent workshop I presented: a teacher completely disregarded an merit of a certian graffiti artist because he was later commissioned to paint for Disney…

Next Big Things…

Catching Up! Here are some random updates:

Spent the weekend sneaking into the SOLD OUT San Diego Comic Con. Seriously, how can a convention sell out? Well, get the entire cast of Heroes, a bunch of Battlestar Galactica fans, and dozens of people dressed as god knows what and you’ve got packed to the limits. It can be said that I’ve officially crossed over: I’m now into full-on superhero comic books. It’s taken a while. I’ve tepidly waddled through high brow Chris Ware and Persepolis and (most recently) Fun Home. I’ve moved to the “literary” (AKA Alan Moore written) graphic novels: your Watchmen and V and From Hell and Invisibles. I’ve then ventured into the non-superhero works of mainstream presses (AKA the Brian K. Vaughn thing) with titles like: Y the Last Man, DMZ, Ex Machina, Runaways, and Crossing Midnight. I’m now following a few authors I’m interested in and joining legions reading books like Ultimate X-Men (Vaughn again), New X-Men (Grant Morrison), and Dr. Strange (Vaughn Again), and Superman (Morrison Again). These are author specific at the moment but I feel like this is the gateway drug. Now all I need is to speak with a retainer in my mouth, get some glasses with masking tape, and work on getting worse acne…

Not exactly new, but I was wowed this year by Mimobots (think collectible japanese toys that are actually USB memory sticks). I was suckered into buying one this year – most specifically a 2GB version of this little fella.

Took my mother to see Avenue Q. I got some great tickets the day of the show and figured a little bit of puppet sex is what brings the family together.

Rhea and I went to the premier of the Bourne Ultimatum last week. Yes, it was pretty awesome.

I am restraining from talking about Potter. I’ll say I’m left feeling satisfied and think I “get” the epilogue.

NEW BAND ALERT: As far as being a cutting edge music snob, I think I’m behind the curve by anywhere from 6 to 2 weeks, depending on if you ask someone from Pitchfork or the Village Voice, but I just started listening to Vampire Weekend. I have what looks like a full length album I’ve been listening to, but based on their site it may just be a compilation I was sent. In any case take two bands I am obsessed with: The Walkmen and the Hallelujah Chicken Run Band and you’ve got a close approximation of Vampire Weekend. I think there will be a lot more emphasis on the indie-rock band using african rhythm in the coming reviews of the band. Eventually it will be turned into this whole “white appropriation of black music” thing just like this always does. For now it’s catchy and hittin’ the spot.

Hot Fuzz on DVD today, new Common out (though not as excited as I’ve been before), looks like I’ve got a couple mainstream purchases to make.

I’ll eventually get to posting something more spectacular. For now, stay rest assured that I’m busy working on a conference proposal, a graffiti curriculum, and a field trip for 700+ students.
“There’s glass between us!”

It was the best of skanks it was the worst of skanks…

So I’ve gotten caught up in watching TV lately. Not just any TV, mind you, but the TV that I suspect many of my students have seen. That TV of the omnipresent and ominous “M”. And what things do I see on said MTV? Well… that’s just the problem. There’s this polarizing interest I’ve noticed on the channel.

On one hand, you’ve got your “My Super Sweet Sixteen,” which is the most fascinating and repulsive show I’ve ever willingly subjected myself to (and yes, I’m eventually planning on seeing the movie adaptation as well). The beyond spoiled brats that will one day employ my students as service level workers cry their eyes out because their luxury SUV was ordered in the wrong custom color (“This Be The Verse,” anyone?). Last Sunday I got caught up watching a marathon of this show – MTV counted down to the most expensive parties thrown on the show. Parties two through five all reached well above the $300,000.00 range. And party #1, taking place in Jay-Z’s New York Club, featuring Kanye West, and with MP3 players acting as official invitations (there’s a quick $24,000 gone) was more than a million dollars. I honestly cannot stop watching this show. I honestly hate every moment of it that I watch. It’s like stopping on the road next to a car wreck…except that the car wreck is someone’s disaster of a childhood and it went on for three hours on Sunday.

On the other hand you’ve got “Engaged and Underage” a show that takes two love struck young ‘uns and watches them fight and make up and nuzzle and eventually tie the knot together. However, no longer are you seeing the Escalades or the Jaguars or the Bentzs or the Porsches. You’ve got teenage moms and high school dropouts and uncomfortable confrontations between future in-laws. Sure, it’s just as trashy as “Super Sweet Sixteen,” but this is an embrace of a different class of individuals.

“Sweet Sixteen” flaunts the excessively rich exploits of America’s wealthiest brats while “Enagaged” is the ol’ working class’ ridiculous flirting with an outdated convention (more on my animosity toward marriage in the future, I’m sure). Neither of these shows does anything great for the classes they speak of nor do they offer any values that I’d hope for my students to endorse. If anything these shows highlight the universal nature of smuttiness and prima donna behavior (and based on these shows, it’s not gender specific). I’m sure I’ll keep watching (believe me, I don’t want to either…), but I’m fascinated by this unifying and splitting dichotomy conundrum that is being inundated on our teens.

How I spent the weekend (with a bit on how I spent the week)

This past week saw my 54 seniors leading their own senior presentations. This is what I wrote on the general invitation for the presentations:

“For the past year, our seniors have been working on a newly revised Senior Portfolio project that culminates with a 30-minute self-reflective presentation including a personal life mission statement and an analysis of a global issue of injustice. This is an opportunity to see the work our SCGA students have been creating throughout their high school careers as well as to engage these students in dialogue about their experiences at Manual Arts and as members of SCGA.”

Of the 17 presentations that I watched (the students were divided into 3 rooms), I have to say I was impressed and honestly moved by the work and thought that went into these. I saw several students talk about not graduating next month because of the CAHSEE. I saw several students understandably break into tears as they recalled personal hardship. I saw a student speak critically about his education and the kinds of “bad” teachers that students must overcome; this student spoke passionately about social change and inequality in Los Angeles and was often inaudible due to police sirens and a circling helicopter. I saw 17 students exhibit the kind of personal resiliency and fortitude that Hollywood will never, ever cover quite right. I am truly proud of the work that these students did and writing about these presentations isn’t going to do them justice so I’m stopping now.

Instead, I wrote letters to each of the 17 students that presented. The two other teachers and I agreed to write a paragraph or two to the students we saw present, acknowledging their efforts. Sounds simple, right? Not so much. I spent much of my weekend writing (and rewriting) letters to these students. Grand total: 6050 words. A little more than a page per student or 24.5 double spaced pages or a third of the inquiry I wrote last year or however else you want to break it up. I really found myself saying much more than I initially planned. Letters ranged in tone from general, sincere praise to questioning of student’s future decisions, to frustration at the results of decisions students made throughout their school careers. I don’t know how students will respond to said letters or if they will even care (do kids get letters nowadays? Or is it only MySpace and text messages? I hope they can interpret the letter without the use of smilies or LOLs). Ultimately, I think these letters were a great way for me to reflect on the presentation process and look at student growth away from the grade book and the test scores and the college admission letters and the exit exam numbers and the school API score etc. I don’t know if I’ll write letters like these again prior to next year’s presentations, but I feel like they’ve helped me grow as a teacher. I’ve heard so many students praise and acknowledge my efforts as a teacher this week. It was truly moving to hear these words come from students I’ve known for two years, but the meaning behind those words didn’t really sink in until I began responding to that praise with letters myself. I know this doesn’t make a lot of sense, but it’s more to track my thought process about this project for next year. Thanks for tuning in.

Not My Kind of Nation

I really wanted to like Cora Daniels’s latest book, Ghettonation. I wanted to, but I didn’t. And when I condemn the book’s stabs at humor, meandering footnotes, and unnecessary glossary of ghetto-isms it’s not a wry attack on a book I didn’t enjoy. On the contrary, I wanted this book to succeed and found these wearisome attributes to continue to cloud or overcast any relevance I could attain from the text.

Picking up the book for a top-secret project I am partially involved in, I’ll say I had an invested interest in gaining any insight into the concept of “ghetto” from the text. Teaching in South Central, growing up in the past two decades, and simply being immersed in hyper-media youth culture, I felt like I understood what “ghetto” means, but was hoping for a more dynamic, nuanced explanation to phenomena of society’s embrace of all things “ghetto.” After all, this is something I see my students embodying (or at least trying to embody) daily. The gigantic white t-shirt, jeans, and white sneakers is the ghetto uniform 101, with varying accessories optional. This kind of self-reflective paragraph that you, the reader, are currently scanning is exactly the kind of text that makes Ghettonation so frustrating. The personal narrative that Daniels employs is not the best for a universal examination of “ghetto.” The frame is too limited, even through the author’s knowing eyes. Though claiming that “ghetto” is not rooted in a specific class or race, Daniels’ anecdotes and analysis end up legitimizing “ghetto” as predominantly lower class and African American-centric (her examples of Paris Hilton and stomach stapling surgeries not withstanding).

Daniels’ fickle attempts at academic analysis are befuddled and deracinated by attempts at jocularity through “ghetto” vernacular. After lambasting examples of ghetto behavior, Daniels frequently goes for the quick joke by demonstrating her own, occasional (or is that frequent?) ghetto behavior. Nearly every one of these examples is followed by a parenthetical note that, “(I be ghetto).” Cute. Well, it’s cute at least the first time, but the trite utterance is found on nearly every page and, instead of utilizing the juxtaposition as something to build towards an argument, it merely siphons out any heat or momentum an argument may have been gaining.

And then there was the discussion of education. I’ll give credit to Daniels for properly enunciating that “ghetto” is an embracement of low expectations; this is something that frustrates my curriculum daily. I have numerous students wanting nothing more than a “D” in my class so they can graduate – no other aspirations. But what about the hegemonic, class-ist structures that bar our students from success like … oh, say, No Child Left Behind? Daniels has exactly this much to say on the legislation:

“The federal law requires schools to publicly report their performance data for the first time by race and ethnicity. Schools that do not produce acceptable text scores for all students are punished with a variety of economic sanctions.”

That’s it.

In fact, 150 pages into the book (which itself is just shy of 200 pages in length) I was ready to finally give up. But the latest chapter’s title was “School Me” and I knew – I knew – that this was going to be filled with intellectual gems. And what did I learn here? I learned that, according to Daniels, the problem with our educational system can be summed up by the fact that our students are “living for the moment” and not worried about their futures (see, low expectations). But is that it?? Why isn’t the past invoked here? What about the fact that our students have had probably a decade’s worth of shoddy teachers by the time they graduate? That the school system – at least in an urban “high poverty, high minority” area (as official district data likes to call it) – deliberately frustrates and breaks our students. That the bridge from schools to prisons is seen daily as I watch student after student handcuffed in front of the school for laws like jaywalking and truancy?

I realize I’m ranting here (it’s a blog, after all), but it’s frustrating to see NCLB reduced to a sentence that doesn’t at all encapsulate what this fiasco is all about. It’s also frustrating to see Daniels’ reductionism about why are kids are failing.

Finally, my biggest qualm about Ghettonation is its lack of really adding anything to “the discourse” as the phrase has been thrown around. In page 192 in the book, Daniels writes, “The time has come for the death of ghetto.” However, Daniels never really convinced the reader that ghetto was “bad” or something that can even be signaled easily and exterminated (“I be ghetto,” remember?). Daniels begins and ends her book with the same aphorism: “I am ghetto. I am not ghetto. I am you.” I don’t get it. I realize this is supposed to be the profound, oh snap, there is no spoon, cut the red wire or blue wire, it was Col. Mustard in the Library with the Candlestick reveal, but it doesn’t mean anything. Daniels conveniently dances around any reasonable challenges, explanations, or critique by figuratively shrugging her shoulders and saying that ghetto is everywhere and nowhere. Slick. If you’re going to write a book called Ghettonation and, at the end of it, you are going to call for “the death of ghetto,” why wouldn’t you actually explain what “ghetto” means, why it is bad, and how to “kill” it? I ask these questions out of frustration. As I said, I really wanted for this book to give me answers – I’ve been grappling with the “ghetto” issue as well.

Ultimately, I’m inclined to think that “ghetto” is class and race based. Even when Daniels pointed to celebs acting ghetto, you have to remember the romantic allure of the lower class. Jarvis Cocker of Brit pop band Pulp sang it best:

“Sing along with the common people,
sing along and it might just get you through,
laugh along with the common people,
laugh along even though they’re laughing at you,
and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.”

“… And Your Eyes Will Sing a Song of Deep Hate”

Today three of my intersession students were issued truancy tickets while trying to get to my class. Up until this week, our theater class was being held off campus at the South Central Library and was problem free. It’s interesting that in the two days our class was actually held at school it has been plagued by problems; the school is literally making it impossible for my students to access their intersession elective course.

Apparently, today is part of the city’s crackdown on student truancy. The municipal law states that minors under the age of 18 cannot be outside “loitering” between the hours of 8:30 and 1:30. The problem, apparently, is that our class starts at 10 a.m. I asked one of the officers (trying to issue a ticket to another one of my students!) how my students were expected to get to class. His response was that they either needed to be accompanied by an adult (which is an unrealistic expectation for these students as their parents are working) or to get to school at 8:30 and wait for the class to begin! I shouldn’t really be surprised by this kind of response at this point, but it’s frustrating nonetheless. As it stands, some of my best students will now be missing school next month to go to court to fight a truancy ticket for trying to go to school voluntarily.

This feels like institutionalized, deliberate frustration of student ability to access the educational system. None of my students were surprised by today’s events; they’ve been slowly programmed to understand that there are structural barriers standing in their way to getting the educational experiences that, I’d assume, are easily found in other parts of city.

I also find it quasi-amusing that for the past week I’ve been parking my car in a one hour parking area for literally the whole day. The thing is, everyone at Manual Arts knows that you’re not going to get ticketed for parking your car in these areas; maybe the police are too busy issuing other, more important citations to today’s youth?? And knowing how worked up other communities get about their parking (go over by Doughboys and you’ll see signposts with 6 or 7 different parking signs listing the various parking constraints – and they differ on every block), I’m willing to bet that the parking to truancy ticket ratio is exactly the opposite in most places compared to Manual…

Grandmaster Flash still tells it like it is.

This American Discourse

Below is a series of email exchanges between Daye and I over the past week and a half. The focus (initially) is on the second episode of the new television adaptation of This American Life. The exchange is lengthy and meanders (happily) into various strands of irrelevant minutiae (much like a genuine conversation should). As much as this conversation proved fruitful for the two of us, it is also an experiment in form. At the end, Daye proposes a new topic and we will be tweaking with the format of posting our exchanges in the future. Again, I want to thank Daye for her patience and enthusiasm in the first of what should be many blogged exchanges. Onward! [Though the entire exchange is available below, Daye has made a much more reader friendly version available at our new “Versus” universe…]

Dear Daye,

So I was hoping to engage in some discourse centered around the second episode of This American Life on Showtime. I think both of us will have the most to say on the third act of the episode about the photojournalist, but the entire episode is fair game. To keep things organized, I though we could first talk about the show in general, then the structure – specific shots and editing techniques, and finally content and any kind of moral questions that arise from the episode.

I don’t know how familiar you are with the radio program, but I feel like this second episode is as close an approximation of the radio program as we’re likely to see. I feel like the pacing may be an issue if the show continues; with three acts and a five minute or so introduction, we’re not going to get the same depth that an hour long radio program has gotten. Further, it’s interesting to me that the only segment on the show thus far is essentially a visual one is the third act about the photographer. I’m convinced that Ira Glass and co. could have done as good (if not better) versions of the other acts on the radio – most of the video is superfluous. On the other hand, there are some great thematic sequences taking place through the images, now that the show is figuring out how to use them – the montage of feet during the first act as well as the fact that the brief testimonials from kids standing in the field get progressively older and their responses more complex are both striking to me. Do you think such things are secondary when putting together something like this? I’m curious what you were thinking (image-wise) as this show was going on, as a filmmaker.

Until next time,
Andy

Hey Antero.

Great start.

I re-watched the second episode and I do agree with the issue of pacing. The one thing I enjoy about the radio show is how much time is put into each act. This morning I listened to “24 Hours at the Golden Apple” and the show being an hour long gave me enough time to find some characters silly and ridiculous, then do a complete 180 degrees on what they were saying, because I found room to search back in my own experiences in order to empathize.

The visuals are lovely and as my film professor would say, its sketchy; those images that make up a tone and feel, creating a sketch of sorts. The elements involved in all the pieces (save for the honest politician) definitely could have stood on their own and given you some idea of what the stories are about. One of the first scenes that struck me comes from the prologue. The composition of Larry blurred in the background with a photo of Ve-ve in the foreground in focus just says so much. It can be read in so many ways, based on your own experiences with love, death, what have you. Good visuals are meant to evoke such emotions.

I agree with you completely on the open field and the young kids. I even found it steeped with sexuality as well, due partly to the music and the slow motion. There is this definite no man’s land these kids are in, some sort of sexual limbo. A 14 year old kid thinking he has it all figured out, when there are 30 year olds who still can’t explain love, sex and romance, is a great example of protecting yourself from your emerging sexuality. I feel the visuals play on that a lot, almost like flirty with the idea of how their answers will change as they mature; physically and sexually, hence the progression of the ages of the kids. That scene had a definite Virgin
Suicides
feel for me.

Ira Glass mentions that Josh Seftel collaborated on Act 3. I find that the style is very much the PBS documentary fare. I feel the visuals for Act 2 are better than those in Act 3. The close ups on the kids shoes, as you mention, that struck a cord in me more than the B-roll of the machine in Act 3, any of the footage actually in Act 3, save for the actual photos being spoken about. Of all the stories the third strikes me the most in terms of narrative. The obvious conflict of Halevi’s actions creates a tension that you can feel in your shoulders. The editing and music play an important role when Halevi is speaking about the attempted rescue of the woman and “at the last second something stopped him.” I like their take on the Ken Burns photo pan, as well as letting us see the actual process of creating those shots. There’s something about breaking down that barrier of filmmaking magic and audience that appeals to me.

Now, to the meat of it all. In discussing This American Life coming to television with other filmmakers someone made a very valid point. “When thinking of topics for your documentaries, you have to first ask yourself, is this a story that could only be told visually? Can this story be told and told better on the radio? or by some other medium?” Having said that, I believe the second act plays out better with me imaging the environment and the players involved instead of seeing them. It’s not television worthy. My version of this guy was a tad more smarmy in appearance.

The question of visual worth or not, that’s the thing that will be the make it or break it for This American Life, the television version. Don’t get me wrong I like my visual g-spot hit on a regular basis, but a great narrative with mediocre visuals serves only to annoy and alienate me as the audience.

How’d you feel about Ira Glass sitting behind a desk with the open air mountain scenery?

To the Esteemed Ms. Rogers,

Awesome response, I am floored.

I like your (or at least your professor’s) concept of “sketchy” visuals, though I feel like I need to different with your later point about the b-roll of the machinery in the third act. At least on my cursory views of the episode, the sequence tells a purely symbolic narrative. Notice the machine slowly moving down in the beginning of the act (or is the camera panning up??? Oh snap!). This is accompanied by the eerie drilling/whizzing sound that becomes a signifying motif throughout the act. At the story’s conclusion, when the photographer has been transformed into a new kind of photographer – “I only film happy things” – the camera is seen withdrawing back up into the ether. Can I posit that such a story looks at nothing as grandiose as the fall of man? That this transformation into shamed, haunted, artist is one of redemption, one of finding one’s wings (if such a Hallmark Card/It’s a Wonderful Life metaphor can be accepted here)? To me, this felt like visuals telling a story – and clearly not as blatantly as the children in a previous act swinging swords and “conquering the world” as the boy discusses sex as “pillaging a town or village.” (Note: I realize that my quotes are not correct, but I’m secure in my manliness to misquote easily quotable material.)

Typing the previous paragraph has led me to pose a new question: If we are to look at the final act of the episode as one of transformation – the photographer is not the same at the end of the act, would we consider this to be a positive transformation or a negative one? On the one hand we have this photographer accepting the terrible consequences of his actions and lack therof. However, on the other hand, this is also a man who (to me, based on the images shown) appears now debilitated. Artistically impotent and without risk, where should a photographer like this fit into the discourse of art as a means of social change?

I’m glad you brought up Josh Seftel if only because I am absolutely clueless who he is. Further, I agree that the protagonist of the second act would have been more “smarmy” in a radio adaptation. And to this I come to your last point – I feel like the previous episode was definitely one aided by merely “mediocre visuals.” At least part of this episode is one that could have taken place on the radio with little artistic detriment. And though I suppose I could continue to dwell on the issue, perhaps this is best left to a time-will-tell tabling.

It’s interesting that you bring up Ira sitting at the desk. I feel like this and the colorful icons that appear at the beginning when Ira says “It’s This American Life…” are going to be key elements to the making or breaking of the show. I’d assume that each week, Ira would appear in (or at least green-screened in) a new local each week. This and the title elements are going to either end up the in the hipster-design schmaltziness that plagues folks like Dave Eggers or perhaps lead to a newly respected form of iconic art a la Chris Ware and Chip Kidd. I’m now questioning my comparison of the sequences to graphic designs and should also mention that I indeed enjoy Mr. Eggers’ work (hell, my kids will be reading his book in two weeks!). Maybe this is the problem I’m sensing but unable to phrase; some of the visuals feel iconic or symbolic not necessarily cinematic? Does that make sense? Is that a bad thing?

Until next time,
Andy

Antero.

I do agree with your observations concerning Act 3, yet I still feel the visuals in the school satisfied my visual needs more. And that may be due to my current film project. I am constantly thinking of how to capture compelling images in a classroom and I feel they did a wonderful job at that. I definitely agree that Act3 was shot well,definitely not taking away from the visuals.

Concerning the shame spiral. As I stated Act 3 hit hardest for me in terms of narrative. A fallen man brings us all to this place where we begin to wonder if we too could eventually end up in such an emotional place based on our poor decisions or rather our lack of action when a decision needs to be made.

I do think he’s resigned himself to a safer place. And there is that question of “a positive transformation or a negative one” based on his change. That is hard to say. We bring our own baggage and beliefs to his story and decision. On some days I’d say he’s a better person for realizing his limited ability to make a true change by deciding to take on lighter fare for his photography. Other days, I’d say he’s being weak and needs to face that although he may never again be faced with an actual life or death decision, his work allowed for others being able to make life and death decisions. You can affect change directly, or through your art and your words.

Funny you mention Chip Kidd. I was recently at the ALOUD website and saw he’s going to be speaking in July (I’ve already reserved 4 tickets, so let me know if you’re down). Wow. You’ve ventured into a whole new topic with the “hipster-design schmaltziness.” I am a fan of both Ware and Kidd. I hear your want of cinematic over iconic. But the truth is iconic is iconic regardless of medium. I recently had the pleasure of meeting Albert Maysles, who has created some of the most iconic images in documentary filmmaking. His films are sparse, when it comes to graphical elements to say the least, but the images he’s created are truly iconic, and I would say if the right designer were to attempt to marry graphical elements with Maysles’ visual wonders, it could be profound on another level. If done well graphical elements can fit into the cinematic landscape as a perfect compliment.

I asked what you thought about Glass’ desk placement, because I’m not sure how I feel about it just yet. I’d have to see what they are trying to do there to get a better understanding. At present all I can say about it is, “meh.”

-daye.

Daye,

More than a week after this project began, I am sending my final portion of this back and forth banter over a television episode that will have already been dated by two more episodes by the time our kind reading audience gets to sink their teeth into this. Which brings me to some thoughts before getting to the content of your email. I’m wondering if blogging is the right medium for this kind of discourse and at present am leaning toward affirming its usefulness. Granted, this one episode is likely erased by our readers’ meme by the time they actually read this post. On the other hand, perhaps such a lengthy, participatory discourse lends legitimacy to a fledgling network television show. At least for me, this experience has been one of personal reflection over a half hour show as well as one of “ah-ha!”-discovery from your ever patient explanation of all things film and visual.

Finally back in Los Angeles, I read your blog’s post on Maysles last night and feel like I’ve got to do some more digging into this guy’s filmography. Like Ben, Gimme Shelter is about as far as I can say I can comfortably recognize his work (though arguably, that is one of the most important rock and roll documentaries of all time). As an additional aside, it’s interesting that you juxtapose Herzog and Maysles in your blog entry; I’d recently been thinking about how a scene in Gimme Shelter feels particularly mirrored in Grizzly Man (when Jagger reviews the footage of the stabbing at the concert seems cousin to the sequence of Herzog hearing the death of the reckless bear-lover). You’ve given me plenty to mull over in regards to your discussion of iconic and cinematic and I don’t want to continue to scratch at that topic and prolong this email discussion any further (I’m trying to wrap up my end of things). As for Kidd, however, Rhea and I saw him speak last year at the LA Festival of Books, and it’s great to see he’s every bit as geeky as you’d imagine – and yes, count me in for July.

I’m going to take issue with your wishy-washiness about whether the photographer’s transformation was positive or negative. I’m staunchly standing behind the sense that he’s sacrificed his art for moral value and it’s a decision that’s worsened his art.

Sitting in the airport today, I read through the current issue of the New Yorker and found a review of the Showtime series (along with a pretty great drawing by Adrian Tomine). Though half of the article was an unnecessary critique of the radio program, I mainly took offense with the article’s argument that Ira Glass’ voice is the most detracting aspect of the show – explaining that his babbly, staccato delivery is irritating, I wonder if the writer even has a soul! As much as it takes adjusting to the nasally pitch, I couldn’t imagine a successful TAL episode without the presence of Glass. And because of this (and perhaps in retaliation for my distaste with the New Yorker’s poo-pooing of the show), I’m going to end this by saying I am going to tentatively give the desk in the wilderness idea a stamp of approval. To know that each week, Ira is going to be somewhere out there delivering his stories to the audience is an idea that makes me sleep well at night. And while the show is going to have some tweaking and kinks to work out through the season, I feel like the television medium is one that’s genuinely going to work out.

Daye, thank you again for all of your efforts this far. I’m going to turn this over to you for a final time to wrap up any thoughts you’d like to make before sending this to the publisher!

Andy

Antero.

My wishy-washiness? I don’t think things can be an absolute. As an artist, I can see it both ways and would appreciate if others could at times see it in both ways as well. I do agree that his art has suffered, cause I don’t care about pictures of Sharon Stone and John Edwards. But I wouldn’t want someone who can’t handle their past mistakes being that voice of the voiceless. And no, I don’t think he’s in a better place, but I hate that it’s possible to end up in places we really don’t want to be, but just give in due to fear or shame.

I think this has definitely gone beyond reflection on a 30 minute television show. It’s been good to focus on a TAL episode for the center of my various thoughts, but I definitely found myself thinking about other things when addressing this topic. I’ve been grappling with my current project and this discussion has definitely opened up my mind on that.

Concerning Ira’s voice, LOVE IT. His voice is what pulled me into TAL. He doesn’t have that annoying soft, even toned NPR voice that I’ve grown to hate with the passion and energy of a million suns. I can say I hate the way Ira looks. He has that hipster look that makes me want to throw up on him. You can imagine how much I want to throw up on Ben when I see him, but Ira, he just solidifies that whole generation of North Eastern hipster, and that does distract greatly for me in the television show.

Now, Maysles vs. Herzog. Herzog would say you have to tear it all down, use a gun if need be to force every man, woman and child to understand that they are merely animals. Maysles would say, we don’t celebrate enough of the good in the world. Herzog would say he’s never made a documentary and has no problem staging events in his documentaries (that he would claim aren’t documentaries). Maysles would restrain himself from interacting at all costs, so that he can allow his subjects to reach “sacred territory.” I love both their works, but I love Maysles as a human being; Herzog not so much. I say all this in reply to your comment of Herzog’s cousined sequence of Maysles’ Gimme Shelter. The point is we recycle; consciously and unconsciously. Iconic images scratch at our brain and our hearts. I can’t and won’t say Herzog consciously thought to mirror what Maysles did in Gimmer Shelter, cause I don’t think Herzog would ever admit that someone came before him. But I feel that TAL is a great example of what is possible if we celebrate the good, the ordinary, the extra ordinary, the trite, the everyday life in this country. I would like to see how Maysles and Herzog would approached making a segment for TAL. Maysles would show us a conversation between three three and a half year old kids at breakfast, while Herzog would show us three crack addicts talking about how life and America are eating them alive. Both stories are American, but one is sure to scratch at your mind and soul a tad bit longer. You be the judge of which.

Thanks for starting this project. It’s been fun and definitely got me thinking about things I’ve been putting off. I’d like to throw out a challenge: Children of Men vs. V for Vendetta. You up for it?

-daye.