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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The Best Songs In Which The Solution To Your Problems Is To DANCE! (SemiDaily List.)


Apropos of nothing, I'm feeling dance-y. Not that I'm actually dancing right now; it's 6:52 a.m. and I'm sitting at my desk drinking Mountain Dew because I forgot to tell Sweetie to get coffee when she went grocery shopping, and I feel guilty if I actually take a whole can of coffee from the office, so my home is currently sans coffee right now, which isn't the reason I'm not dancing.

I'm not dancing because I'm typing. But maybe if I danced, it would alleviate the effects of not having any coffee?

As an aside, people make a lot of jokes about pilfering from the office -- King Missile made a whole song about it, a song that really has nothing to do with dancing but which I'll post here anyway, 'cause what are you going to do about it? Report me to Blog Command?




Please don't report me to Blog Command. I can't take another Instruction.

So taking stuff from work is wrong? Or is it? I can drink all the coffee I want to at work; I can refill my cup for free millions of times if I want, drinking all their coffee in a single day if I'm capable of it... but I can't take it home?

What if I took one of the cans of coffee home, but never drank coffee at work again? Would that be fair?

In other taking stuff from work news, you'd think the movie studio Pixar would be a fun place to work, but you'd be wrong because, as pointed out in this New Yorker story,

1. Buzz Lightyear and Nemo do not actually work there.

2. Although they don't come right out and say it, Pixar kind of expects that you will never go home, and they have all kinds of things right there at work to ensure that you pretty much live at your job. Which is a nightmare, notwithstanding that they have a free cereal bar for workers.

3. That's right: Pixar, as revealed in The New Yorker, offers a free cereal bar to employees, but don't get all uppity because that story also reveals that Pixar head John Lasseter (who's got kind of an old West-y sort of name) once fired a worker for complaining that the free bowls for the free cereal are too small.

4. Which, I mean, sure, the guy shouldn't have been complaining about it, but firing him? Seems kind of harsh.

Also, the article didn't actually point out that Buzz and Nemo don't work there. I inferred that from the fact that they are fictional characters.

So back to the list, which is, as I said, a list of

The Best Songs In Which The Solution To Your Problems Is To DANCE!

This list occurred to me while listening to one of the songs on this list, a song that urged me to dance for some reason or other, and then I started thinking about all the other songs that had told me I should dance, too, after which I compiled this list.

Which, it now occurs to me, didn't really require that explanation. Sorry for wasting your time. But I previously enlightened you about Pixar, so you're breaking even so far on this post. Let's push that into the black with the list:

1. Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen):




Dance-related advice:
"Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room."

Problem dancing solves: It's actually unclear, as the song is a list of advice, but the suggestion to dance follows immediately after "Enjoy your body, use it every way you can... it is the greatest instrument you will ever own." So it seems like dancing is the cure for poor body image.


2. Let's Dance (David Bowie)




Dance-related advice: "Put on your red shoes and dance the blues."

Problem Dancing Solves: Fear: Dancing the blues is the best way to avoid the sticky topic of whether or not your loved one is all she/he claims to be, and also whether or not this relationship will last:

Let's dance for fear
your grace should fall
Let's dance for fear tonight is all


3. Let's Dance (Miley Cyrus)

Note: I was not actually aware this songs existed until I went to Youtube to search for Bowie's Let's Dance. The only Miley song I like is "Seven Things I Hate About You", which I like because it's catchy and it's 70% of The Taming Of The Shrew.




Dance-related advice:
"Let's dance/Grab your girlfriends/Grab your boyfriends/Sweat it out/ Let's dance."

Problem Dancing Solves: One similar to Bowie's problem: relationship troubles. You're dancing "To the number one girl to make her go crazy/I need you to dance with me baby." So when things are getting dull, or your girl might be thinking of leaving, make her go crazy with some sweatin' it out dancing.

4. Flight 180 (Bishop Allen)

What, you thought all the songs had to have dance in the title?




Dance-Related Advice:
"if you feel like dancing/dance with me."

Problem Dancing Solves: Loneliness, and disconnection from the world. The singer is on a flight and imagines that the waitress, and the captain, and the man next to him reciting times tables audibly, are all in fact saying If you feel like dancing, dance with me, as he watches the country pass below him, lights shining on people he knows, etc.

It's really kind of sad. Or beautiful. Or both.

Let's pick up the mood a bit, shall we?

5. Dance, Dance (Fall Out Boy)

Remember when Pete Wentz was a budding emo rock star, instead of an ex-Husband to Ms. Looks Like Kate Hudson and comic book creator? That was cool.





Dance-Related Advice: "
Dance, dance."

Problem Dancing Solves: Being awkward; the singer can't tell a joke, isn't much with the ladies, and in fact appears to be getting female attention only out of pity. Pity he doesn't want, unless it's the horizontal kind:

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me

Which is not to say there's not some self-pity going on amidst the rug-cutting:

Dance this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me

Which suggests that dancing is not just a way to get around being awkward, but also to emphasize just how awkward you are.

Which, in turn, is exactly how dancing works for me.

6. Our Most Brilliant Friends (Slow Club)





Dance-Related advice:
"So just dance with me/Move your body round this time machine/Start it again."

Problem Dancing Solves: At first, I was going to say "Time Machine breakdown," but then I listened again to the lyrics -- which go into the slower part of the song; it's a long one. And that closer look showed it's again fear:

And we're scared about the world
The atmosphere, our bodies, and our health

The dancing takes care of that and celebrates that our bodies can recreate, urging people not to think so much (our most brilliant friends are doubting themselves) and just lose themselves in the dance!

There's a cautionary message, though. The slower part of the song at the end drives home the point that too much dancing can be harmful to your health:

I just wanted to see that new Tim Burton movie
Or hang around with Laura, Jane, and Suzie
And I definitely want to be a rapper
But I'm just a northern girl from where nothing really happens
And the bones inside my shins are crumbling
...
It's from all the crunking I've been doing

But a song about how all our most brilliant friends doubted themselves, did a moderate amount of dancing, and then saw that new Tim Burton movie would have been not quite as compelling.

7. The Twist/Let's Twist Again (Chubby Checker)





Dance-related advice: The Twist: "Do the Twist/Take me by the little hand, and go like this." Let's Twist Again: "TWIST! YO!"

Problem Dancing Solves:

The Twist: Problems? What problems? This is the 50s! Or maybe the 60s! I'm not sure when it was released! The only problem that existed in this song is what to do when my daddy is sleepin' and mama ain't around and my girl's here... but don't get to thinkin' smutty, because this was the 1950s. Or the 1960s. Whatever.

Let's Twist Again: Possibly crime. Consider these lyrics:

Who`s that flyin' up there? Is it a bird? Noooooo! Is it a plane? Noooooooo! Is it the twister? YEAAAAAAAHH!

That suggests that, instead of being an innocent activity to pass the time when Mom and Dad are out doing whatever parents did in the 1950s/1960s (voting for Ike, probably), Twistin' is morphing into a way to fight the rising social problems that the 1960s would see: Twistin' is clearly a stand-in for Superman. What Chubby is saying is that we're all supermen, and through Twistin', we can help society.

Heeee, and round and round and up and down we go again! Oh, baby, make me know, you love me sooooo! And then:

Or not. Whatever.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The Best Jesus-es.




James Frey got at least reasonably wealthy and famous by making up a story and claiming it was true -- something that more and more authors are finding easier and easier to do, giving us absolute proof that many Americans now subscribe to Stephen Colbert's reasoning for real.

The Christian Science Monitor proved as much when it said that the book 3 Cups of Tea had an "essential truth" about it despite being (allegedly?) riddled with lies and essentially about as true as Where The Wild Things Are, upon which it appeared to be based.

Having kicked off that trend, James Frey is at it again.

Frey, who owes his continued ability to be able to make a living doing something most people wouldn't consider to be "work" at all to the extreme gullibility -- excuse me, deeper truth seeking-- qualities exhibited by the kinds of people who watch Oprah (and who now watch the show about the making of Oprah), has a new book coming out, and he would very much like this book, too, to be a best-seller, which poses a bit of a problem for him, in that nowadays, to have a best-seller, you pretty much have to write a controversial-but-possibly true book, a book in which you claim to have built a school for Osama bin Laden's kids, or at the least a book in which you threaten to kill a kid's rabbit if she doesn't play violin at a virtuoso level. (I'm assuming that's what the "Tiger Mommy" book is about; I haven't and won't read a book which promises to be full of exaggerations... I mean, deeper truths.)

(Although, as long as I'm on the subject, I have to admit that it's possible that Tiger Mommy and its ilk are not exaggerations or simple lies/ deeper truths. As someone who chronicles many aspects of his life, I can tell you that it is possible for a writer to try to find things which are more interesting to write about; one way to make your writing zing is to do something interesting, and then write about it. David Sedaris went to Japan to quit smoking, and wrote about that, because, I assume, writing about quitting smoking somewhere less interesting would be somewhat less interesting. I've fallen prey to just that temptation: once, I decided that I would write about a trip to a midnight movie that Sweetie and I took. [Although I decided to see the movie first, then write about it later, so that's not quite apt.] Given that some writers seek out a way to make their life interesting, I have to allow for the possibility that Amy Chua didn't make up how bad a mother she is simply for the purpose of writing a book, but instead simply deliberately decided to be a bad mother in order to get a book published.)

(It's also possible that the concept of "doing boring things in interesting locations" would translate well to reality TV, so I call dibs on Help Me Do This!, the reality TV show where we help people achieve their goals by sending them someplace weird: Watch as Ron tries to start his bakery business... at a monastery in southern France! Meanwhile, Angela is going to finally take the plunge and learn to bowl... while scuba diving on the great Barrier Reef!)

Back to the point: James Frey has a problem, because at this point, even if he were to be filmed live building a school for the Taliban with the help of his Mandarin-Chinese speaking children who he found while praying to spaghetti during the time he spent traveling with Reese Witherspoon's circus, nobody would believe it, anymore than we believe that Barack Obama isn't really the same person as Osama bin Laden (ever seen them together in person? And why do their names seem to be anagrams of each other?). So Frey has to do something else to justify his existence/sell books, and that something else, in this case, is to pretend that modernizing Jesus and seeing what he'd be like in today's world, is a new and/or controversial idea.

Or, as Fox News put it: "James Frey's New Book Has Messiah Smoking Pot, Sleeping With Hooker."

With a headline like that, any author is more or less deemed to be immune from such writer-ly maladies as "humdrum sales," "lack of publicity," or "needing to write a good book," and I don't doubt that Frey has done the bare minimum to justify the controversy: I am certain that he has supplied his publishers, who recognize the value of not one, but two controversial names associated with the book (James Frey, and Jesus), with an actual book full of actual words arranged, more or less, into a narrative structure; I'm also reasonably certain that in this book, Jesus will in fact, smoke pot and sleep with a hooker.

But will the book be good? All signs point to no, for a couple of reasons: First, most books aren't very good. Have you noticed? Most things aren't very good, and books are no different: the cream rises to the top, because there's less cream and it's something different than the elements it is initially surrounded by. So it is with most human endeavors: many of them are not very good.

Which means that the odds are against Frey's book, or even my books, being very good. (Although, in my case, I beat the odds. My books are very good, and you should read them.)

But Frey's new book -- called, hopefully controversially, "The Final Testament of the Holy Bible" -- has more going against it than that.

It is, for instance, written by James Frey, who has proven that absent controversy, he cannot sell a book. Good writers can sell books simply by writing good books. Bad writers have to invent a fictional friend, or throw a three-year-old into the snow, to get people to buy their books, a move that works because you can't return a book once you've bought it, so the author gets to keep the money you threw away on what turns out to be a collection of words spattered over a fake controversy. (Although, in Frey's case, his publisher actually did offer to give you your money back, but the refund wasn't specifically because the writing was bad.)

Frey's new book -- which I hesitated to mention because I don't want to publicize it, because you should not buy it, as I guarantee you it is awful, and you will hate it, but won't likely get a refund because even class action lawyers have not yet figured out a way to sue God -- is also guaranteed to be awful because Frey has chosen to make it so deliberately controversial...

... which it isn't, really, but which Frey desperately wants you to believe it is, so that he can sell you a poorly-written book on the basis of all the controversy a pot-smoking, hooker-bedding Jesus can generate...

Interviewed by Newsweek, Frey "opened up" about his controversial choice of this controversial subject which he contoversially would now discuss:

Your new book follows a modern-day messiah in New York. How did you choose the subject?

I’ve always wondered what it would be like if the Messiah, or Christ Returned, were actually alive and living in our society; who would that person be, how we would identify them, how would they live, and what would they believe in, how would society react to them?
That kind of thinking is what sets Frey apart from other, lesser people: who else wondered what it would be like if Jesus lived in our society, with the Internet and all! That's a concept that's never been explored, I imagine. I mean, we've had Hamlet retold as a story about dogs, and Anna Karenina updated and moved to New York City, and even a modern-day Romeo And Juliet, but Jesus in modern times? I can't possibly imagine such a thing. Lucky for me, James Frey can, and even luckier for me, James Frey can do so in the most artful way possible: by having someone who's not even a traditional publisher publish his book:

You’re publishing this work in partnership with art dealer Larry Gagosian. Why not go through a standard publishing house?

I wanted to make a really beautiful book. Something readers would be excited to own as an object.
So, if you're keeping track, note that now James Frey is a self-publisher -- but because he previously snookered a publisher into putting his "writing" into print, he's not described as such; instead, he's artfully not going through a standard publishing house.

This is the beautiful book the "formidable" James Frey has published with the grateful help of the art world:



And it is artfully unlike anything you've ever seen before, provided you've never seen these four images I found in Google in about 40 seconds:






But those books don't have Jesus in them, and they don't have Jesus as (re)imagined by the "formidable" James Frey, who, you should know, "is not like other writers." That quote comes from his website, where you can learn that his book is available for pre-order and will be shipping April 12 (from which you can also learn that James Frey does not update his website at least monthly), and also you can learn that someone, somewhere, once confused James Frey himself with Jesus, as demonstrated also on his website:

He has been called a liar. A cheat. A con man. He’s been called a saviour. A revolutionary. A genius. Now he has written his greatest work, his most revolutionary, his most controversial. The Final Testament of the Holy Bible.


That's actually when it hit me: James Frey might not be writing fiction this time at all; he might be telling the absolute truth this time, that Jesus really is alive and living in New York City, and that in fact James Frey might be Jesus.

He doesn't come right out and say it, but it's there if you want to see the Truth. Not only has James Frey been called a saviour (note the British spelling, suggesting that Frey was called a saviour by someone of higher class than you), but also the website notes that Frey lives in New York City (just like the Jesus in his book!) and also the website notes that in writing this new book, which may or may not be fiction, according to James Frey:

My goal was not to retell the story of Christ. ...My goal was to create a new mythology. One that is relevant in a world with nuclear weapons, advanced physics, the internet, genetic testing and manipulation, one where we know homosexuality is not a decision. My goal was to create a mythology, ...James Frey

I like to think that, if that quote were read aloud, the final two words would be said in a wistful, windswept voice: Jaaames Freeeey.

It isn't just James Frey who thinks that perhaps James Frey might be Jesus, though: it's people who comment on his web chats, like when he interned at Gawker, (which I imagine Jesus would also totally do in between all the homosexuality and murder he'd be doing, too), and Frey was asked this question, which amused him but which he also thought was "just plain weird:"


Q: “You look like you’re from the Bible. What’s your favorite part? Don’t say “all of it.”
Yours in Christ, Lornetta Churchypants”

James: “My favorite part is when the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are riding around. I want to follow them and see what kind they shit they stir up”
So you know what the next Final Testament will be about: What if the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse came back to our modern world, where we have nuclear weapons, and physics, and telephones without cords, and what if they were totally unlike how they were pictured in the original Bible, and instead were a fun-loving bunch of people, like maybe if Rex Ryan were an Apocalyptic Horseman?

But we're still on the current Final Testament, which may or may not be fiction -- Frey's own website suggests that he still believes A Million Little Pieces and My Friend Leonard were true-- and which may or may not show us that Jesus/James Frey is, in fact, living in New York City with his wife (and his dog -- the site has a link to the dog but when I clicked it was, sadly, broken, so I was unable to determine what kind of dog Jesus would own if he came back and lived in New York City with his wife.)

There are also links on the home page of Frey's site where you can click through to find video answers to questions you didn't even know you had -- suggesting that Jesus would totally approve of Youtube, if He came back (and who says He hasn't?), and that Jesus also would ask people on the street whether they could judge a book without reading it:




You can also find out, if you'd like, "What kind of music is James Frey into?" (I'll save you the trouble of going to look: mostly Bob Dylan, with some AC/DC mixed in.)

You can also find out how James Frey writes, the short answer to which is: weirdly. His essay on how he writes mentions how he may find himself sobbing at the keyboard... or listening to Bob Dylan. Or not. He also listens, while he writes, to:

Happy music, sad music, cheesy music, angry music. I listen to beautiful music and repulsive music, music that I don’t understand, music that confuses me. I listen to hardcore punk, gangster rap, heavy metal, love songs, the latest teenage pop hits, classical symphonies, classic rock, opera, jazz, disco, new wave from the eighties, funk from seventies. I have a two thousand song library of music on my computer and it is always on while I write.

I don't remember Jesus being into music, much, but, then, this is the Modern Jesus, who maybe likes cheesy music, perhaps as an ironic counterpoint to killing someone and defying the government.

Did I mention that Modern Jesus, in Frey's Maybe-True Book, defies the government? Because he does:

What if the Messiah were alive today? Living in New York. Sleeping with men. Impregnating young women. Euthanizing the dying, and healing the sick. Defying the government, and condemning the holy.

Don't bother asking why Jesus would condemn the holy; he's probably doing it ironically.

Frey's writing sounds more fun to watch create than to actually read:

If anyone were to ever watch me write, they would probably think I was either an idiot or lunatic or both. I dance, I yell, I throw shit and kick shit and break shit. Sometimes I cry and sometimes I shake and sometimes I’m sick. I talk through all of it, say the same sentences over and over and over.

Which proves my suspected point even more: If Frey must throw himself into his writing by becoming the very thing he writes about, getting angry to write the word angry and curling his hair whenever he writes calamistrate, then if he wrote about Jesus living in New York, what does that tell you about what Frey had to do to achieve those literary heights (?)?

(But, Jesus or not, I question his taste in music:

While writing this essay, every single word was spoken before it was written, most of them several times. I listened to Bruce Springsteen, Anthrax, Run DMC, Taj Mahal, Queen, Journey and Debbie Gibson.

I bet the Journey song was Don't Stop Believin'. Because Modern Jesus totally wouldn't stop believin'.)


So is Frey Jesus? He won't say:





Probably because he's still living in the Matrix. Take the red pill, James Frey!

So it falls to me to determine whether Frey is, in fact, Jesus, here to help you by helping himself (or something like that, with some government-defying and genetic testing thrown in), by comparing him to other Modern Day Jesus-es, to see how closely Frey hues to what has become a not-new concept at all: That of Jesus living amongst us, taking part in our modern-day life and befuddled by our modern-day foibles, but still being Jesus, and possibly sleeping with hookers.

Note that I am not saying that Frey hasn't come up with something totally new that hasn't been done in any way, shape or form before, because clearly he has; the other Modern-day updates of Jesus fell far short of Frey's all-new, controversial concept of a Modern Day Jesus, because all these other ones I'm going to mention weren't trying to create a new mythology that would be relevant in a world where we genetically test hookers with nuclear weapons, or whatever.

Also, note that I'm completely unfamiliar with Frey's book beyond the blurb and the Newsweek interview, but I'm not going to let that stop me, because truth is a slippery concept, as James Frey/Jesus and I both know. "What is truth? Pontius Pilate asked, only nowadays, that question would be asked by a homeless man on 5th Avenue, because that's very controversial.

So, to help you determine whether or not James Frey is, or is not, Jesus Come To Live Amongst Us In New York City With An Unpictured Dog, I have put together a list of The Best Jesus-es, which I will explain to you and rate on a scale of 1-5 Fake Friend Leonards, 1 being the lowest score and furthest from the actual truth of what Modern Day Jesus is, and 5 Fake Leonards being the highest score, but also the furthest from the actual truth of what Modern Day Jesus is.

(I'm using that kind of scale because I'm not trying to create a system of measurement, but a new standard of ratings that will be relevant in a world where we have genetic testing and where women are free to paint their sons' toenails pink. Try to keep up with me, and James Frey, here.)

1. Jesus of Suburbia:



Background: "Jesus Of Suburbia" was more than just the eponym of a song on a moderately-good Green Day album; he also (going by what I understood the concept of the album to be) might have been a kid living in suburbia and selling drugs. Or something like that.

Jesus of Suburbia hangs around a 7-11 a lot, and takes Ritalin, and tries to avoid the "moms and brats," while being mad that nobody ever died for his sins in Hell, and he does drugs but there's nothing wrong with him because "this is how [he's] supposed to be."

According to Wikipedia, which exists specifically for things like this, "Jesus of Suburbia" was created when Green Day's lead singer, apparently tired of singing about masturbating, asked "himself what sort of person the title of "American Idiot" referred to," and came up with "a powerless everyman."

It turns out that Jesus Of Suburbia isn't just a powerless "everyman," but also a character named "St. Jimmy," who dies. Oh, and [SPOILER ALERT! ] Sorry.

How Relevant Is Jesus Of Suburbia in a world where women are free to genetically test artsy publishers, or something?

2 Fake Leonards: So, not very relevant. The fact that Jesus Of Suburbia turns out to also be a regular guy makes him seem kind of relevant to our life, but Jesus Of Suburbia did not, so far as I can tell, kill a single hooker, and killing a hooker is the bare minimum for what has to happen in order for we, as every men who may or may not live in New York City, to relate to a person.

2. Family Guy Jesus



Background: When Jesus is discovered working in a record store, he's invited to dinner at teh Griffins, where he and Peter trade stories and he magically creates sundaes for the kids. But things take a turn for the worse when a newly-celebrified Jesus overdoses in Mary Kate Olsen's apartment and needs to be bailed out of jail by Peter. The Second Coming is delayed for a while because Jesus feels he needs to be more mature.

How Relevant Is Family Guy Jesus in a world where nuclear weapons interview people on the street, or something?

37 Fake Leonards:
so, not very. Despite the way I subverted your traditional notions of "counting from 1 to 5" by including 37 in that -- something I did to create a new numbering system that is relevant to our world, where women are free to count any old way they want-- Family Guy Jesus just doesn't relate to our world. He doesn't defy the government, for one thing, and Jesus would totally do that, just the way Jesus defied the Roman Empire back the first time around by refusing to submit to their rules and not going to be crucified. Jesus was a rebel, man.

3. Sexy Jesus



Background: Technically, Sexy Jesus is only a fictional character ... or is he? The star of "Hamlet 2," Sexy Jesus uses a time machine to go back and save Hamlet, defeating the devil and working through his issues with his father, all while helping save the reputation of a small-time recovering alcoholic drama teacher. With his surfer body and catchy theme song, Sexy Jesus is a messiah for the pop age.

How relevant is Sexy Jesus in a world where we know the "internet" is not a decision, or something?

4 Fake Leonards, so, not very. Jesus, if he were alive today ... if?... would definitely be sexy because he'd be having all that sex with hookers and homosexual affairs that were not decisions (?) but time travel is not possible, at least not until James Frey writes a book that involves time travel and must actually invent a time machine in order to write about it, which he will likely do just after he finishes writing a book about curing cancer.

4. South Park Jesus:



Background: Jesus may live in South Park, Colorado, but his influence is worldwide, as he and his other "Super Best Friends" battle evil (including Satan, who threw a boxing match against Him to collect on a bet), organize Rod Stewart concerts, and start cable TV talk shows. Jesus' powers in South Park are mainly resurrecting himself, but he does throw a mean glaive.
How relevant is South Park Jesus in a world with genetic testing and manipulation of mythology, or something?

You can't judge a Fake Leonard without reading it, so not very. I think the key point to take away from this is that despite the many numerous efforts in the past to modernize and update Jesus, nobody ever actually modernized and updated Jesus in such a controversial and formidable way as James Frey has; that's likely because nobody ever had the sheer guts to put on some Debbie Gibson music, writhe in agony, and really tell the story of Modern Day Jesus the way it was meant to be told: On a very special episode of Oprah.

But watch out, Jesus/James Frey. You may just get some competition:




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Sunday, March 06, 2011

What does Backward Dilbert have to do with The 4 Best Soda Flavors That Should Be Revived*? (Semidaily List) (*See article for this.)



I saw the other day in the store that Pepsi was selling "Pepsi Throwback" and "Mountain Dew Throwback," the...

... okay, I've seen that for some time now. It's been there in the soda aisles for a while, right across from where Mr Bunches always stops to get his crayons, but if I'd said "I saw back around the beginning of the year a few months ago that..." it wouldn't have had the same ring, because then you'd be thinking "Well, sure, but why are you talking about it now, instead of something more timely, like Charlie Sheen? Isn't this meant to be a pop culture blog? And isn't 'pop culture' right now dominated by throwing 'tiger blood' or 'F-18' into sentences at random?"

...which is all true, but I'm not going to listen to the questions of some hypothetical (?) reader(s) who are just trying to distract me, anymore than I'm going to listen to, well, um, other things that are trying to distract me.

It's early. I can't come up with analogies until my pizza-for-breakfast has kicked in, which should be any minute now.

The throwback in "Pepsi Throwback" is that it's made with "real sugar" which is a throwback to the days when things were made with real sugar, including soda, the days before we discovered saccharine, and certainly before we discovered that saccharine does really bad things to people, things I would be more specific about except that I'm not sure what saccharine really does to people and I don't feel like going to look it up. Instead, I'll just note that my spellchecker recognizes the word "saccharine" and knows how to spell it, which is kind of interesting to me because I'm pretty sure that saccharine isn't used in regular conversation at all, or even in irregular conversation, so why would that word be programmed into spellcheckers? I mean, I'm sure it doesn't use up all that much space in the memory of a computer, but it does use up some space. Someone once told me that each letter equals one bit of information, or at least I think someone once told me that, and since "remembering (maybe) what someone (maybe) once told me" = "reliable knowledge in today's world" I'll go with that, which means that remembering how to spell saccharine uses 10 bytes on my computer -- plus 10 on my home computer, plus 10 on my phone, which knows how to spell it for text messaging (I just checked) so that's 30 bytes of information that I can't use for something else, like storing a phone number, unless I want my computers to forget how to spell saccharine in order to remember your phone number.

That doesn't seem like much, but remember that there are as many as 100,000,000,000 people in the world, and if 1/10 of those people have computers and 1/10 of those people with computers have a need to store one more phone number than their computers have memory for, then 1,000,000,000 phone numbers are not being remembered, so consider the lost productivity that represents, because you can further assume that at any given moment, 1/10 of those people whose computers don't have enough memory to store that last critical phone number are instead looking it up, doing that instead of something productive like figuring out that if you read Dilbert strips backwards, they make as much sense...

... I'll have to come back to that and explain it...

... those people are instead using their time and their boss' resources to look up a phone number, and probably getting distracted, once online (because who looks up numbers in a book anymore?) by Dilbert or something, so they're even less productive -- 100,000,000 people, worldwide, not doing anything productive and becoming a drag on the economy all because Microsoft had to $*(#&$ make sure that we know how to spell saccharine.

Nice work, Bill Gates.

(If you thought about questioning the math I used there, don't bother: It's the same exact math that NASA and other "scientists" use to estimate how many Earth-like world are out there.)(Seriously. Read this article, and notice that every single number is an estimate, as signified by the use of the word "about.")

About Dilbert: I don't read Dilbert everyday, but I have it bookmarked (on my work computer, of course; I don't use my computer at home for reading. I use it for blogging and for letting Mr F and Mr Bunches watch videos of people falling down the stairs, which is really what they watch nowadays, and which are surprisingly common on Youtube.) When I notice the bookmark, I usually go and get caught up on Dilberts but I read them in reverse chronological order, starting with whatever day I'm on and paging backwards, and what I've noticed is that it makes no difference -- even though Dilbert usually has a storyline, that storyline does not unfold in what would be described as strict chronological order, so you can actually pick it up at any point and read it forwards or backwards and it makes just as much sense either way.

And now you know what I'm doing while the rest of you are looking up phone numbers and/or correctly spelling saccharine.

All of which explains why I'm thinking about sodas today, or, rather, it doesn't explain it at all but I've blown a lot of time on the introduction, so let's just pretend that's all an explanation and I'll give you the list of

The 4 Best Soda Flavors That Should Be Revived*
(*I promise it doesn't include
Crystal Pepsi because I'm not all about cheap references simply to make an emotional connection with you, unlike some other people I could name if that pizza breakfast had kicked in yet.)

In no particular order -- well, in numerical order, but really just in the order I thought of and typed them - -they are:

1. Sarsaparilla. Did you know that sarsaparilla and sassafras were once almost interchangeable in soft-drinks, but that sarsaparilla, which comes from a vine native to Central America and was probably discovered by Cortes (or so I just made up) won out because sassafras -- which is also used to treat head lice and is I'm pretty sure the only thing that was ever both a soda flavor and head lice treatment -- causes cancer? Has anyone ever done a study of just how many things we put into soda that cause cancer?

Sarsaparilla is fun to say:




2. Cream soda
. Like ribbon candy, cream soda seems to be gone but it's not really -- it's just buried in the aisles that nobody goes into. It's been around since before it was patented by James William Black in Canada back in 1886, and the fact that it was a Canadian who patented it means that if you drink cream soda now, someone is going to call you a socialist and think that you favor universal health care, like that's a bad thing.

The original soda name was taken from ice cream soda and it used to be served with ice cream floating in it, but that wasn't necessarily the same beverage that Black based his soda on, as there have been other recipes around for the soda. The earliest known recipe was in a farmer's magazine in 1852 and was made from water, cream of tartar, Epsom salts, sugar, tartaric acid, and an egg.

You could, if you bring this back, omit the egg. But it wouldn't be cream soda.





3. Baby Ruth Soda. Baby Ruth is widely known as a candy bar. But the name was trademarked as a: "NONALCOHOLIC MALTLESS BEVERAGE SOLD AS A SOFT DRINK." (The original is in allcaps; I just pasted it.)(And I don't have to say cut and pasted it because that's the only way you can paste something on the computer. It's like cease and desist, in a way: you don't need to say both in order for it to make sense.)

The trademark was registered to Sun-Maid Raisin Growers of California, in 1927, which makes me think it was raisin flavored soda, which you're saying "gross" about, but isn't it really just grape soda, only dried out? I'm not 100% sure that a raisin-flavored soda would be a bad thing.

In fact, as I sit here, I'm not 100% sure what raisins taste like.

If it seems crazy that there was a soda named after a socialite, remember that nowadays we name milkshakes after celebrities.



4. Coca-Cola:
After This American Life trumpeted that it had found the original Coke recipe, only to realize (but not highlight) that it wasn't really, Coca Cola executives invited people to make their own, if they wanted, using the "found" recipe; Coke shrugged off the idea as though it was no big deal, so why don't other soda companies jump all over this and create something like "Mountain Dew Throwback Original Cola," advertising it as "made with the original secret recipe Coke doesn't want you to know about" and getting people to all try their soda?

They wouldn't have catchy songs that were stylized versions of World Cup soccer songs, though:





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Monday, December 29, 2008

The SemiDaily TBOE List!


This page will from here on out serve not just as an explanation, but also as the roster of all

The SemiDaily TBOE Lists:






























































The Five Best Best Pictures (And How They Could Have Been Bester!)











The Four Best Beloved Children's Characters Who Are Not Quite
What They Seem To Be.








The Four Best Foods That Have Only A Tenuous Connection To The Natural World









The Six Best Poems That Should Be Made Into TV Serieses.








The Seven Best Songs That Show What Love Is Really Like









The 10 Best Songs That Will Make You Feel Good (and Then Feel Bad About Feeling Good.)






The Best Things About The Suburbs, As Proven By "The 'Burbs," And Which Are Not As Bad As Movies And Books C
laim...





The 3 Best Supervillains
Who Deservedly Just Kept Coming Back And Should Keep Doing So.









The Four Best Board Games That Should Be Made
Into Sitcoms.






The Best REM Songs That Prove They Should Stand Among The Giants Of Rock and Roll.










Three of The Best New Bands I
Just Heard Of Today For The First Time.








The Four Best Best New Artists Who Weren't.











The Three Best Cartoons To Forecast The Future (And How They Did)











The 10 Best Movie Villains, According To The Boy (And Some Man
Walks Into A Bar Jokes.)







The Best Books Written By Felo
ns (Guest Post!)



















The Best Stupid Questions (And The Internet Sites They Lead To)







The Best Versions of My Life, According to Singer/Songwriters.







The Six Best Superheroes (Read
er List!)













The 10 Best Heroes In Cinema, According To The Boy (And The Boy's 10 Favorite Songs, Accordi
ng to his iPod)








The Seven Best Songs To Teach Yourself How To Clap In Rhythm.









The Best Things I Used To Do In College, But Don't Anymore, But Should





The Five Best Female Movie Characters To Get Dumped By







The Best Movie Weapons (And How I'd Use Them In Real Life)










The Best Foods That Should Be Made Into Movies In Which One Actor Plays All The Parts

(List!)








The Best Absolutely True (Well, Almost) Celebrity Stories That Should Be Christmas Movies
















Why lists?

People like lists. Or so it seems. Because people ask me all the time "Why don't you do lists?" Really, they do. They stop me on the street, and uniformly when they do, I am asked two questions:

1. How can you possibly be so handsome? and
2. Why don't you do lists on your website?*

*(note: at least one of these questions has never been asked of me.)

So I've decided to do lists, along with the usual essays on Pop Culture. After all, TBOE began with one idea, then slowlly shifted into what it is now... which is sort of essays about pop culture mixed in with things I think are the Best and occasional reader additions... so it can change a little more, right?

If anything, it will reduce the number of questions I am asked on the street by 50%.