Expert paneling

October 12th, 2006

How does one become an expert? Is it by studying a subject for years? Is it by fully understanding all aspects of a topic, regardless of how long they’ve been around it? Or, are you deemed an expert simply by title.

In other words, how the hell did I end up on a panel of copywriters, discussing the finer points of advertising and writing with a handful of college students? At a school I never could have afforded, with a degree that none of them are seeking, with less experience in the field then they have in their three years of university life?

It’s that weird?

The news came down today – I’m replacing someone with 20+ years of experience in the field on a panel where I’ll be sitting with other copywriting stalwarts from around our fine city. And I’m totally nervous.

But I shouldn’t be.

My job is to be myself. These college students won’t remember me in a year. If they do happen to remember me, it’s because I said something remarkable, something that changed the way they looked at the business or at life. But the risk ends there. If I’m unremarkable, I’ll be forgotten. It’s a win-win situation.

And, I’m on a panel. I’ll speak at MOST 15 minutes of the 75-minute class. Much of that will be introduction.

Why do we become afraid of situations that can only be positive, that can only give us valuable life experience? Often times, I’m curious why I shudder from the idea of public speaking, even though I know I can do it well, in a humorous and modest way, and I can at least shed a little light on a subject that, while I admittedly haven’t mastered, I know better than someone who’s never worked for an agency before in his or her life.

Human nature? That’s the only thing I can think of. Is the ability to speak publicly a trait as real as nursing or adrenaline? If we don’t have this trait – if we don’t master it – are we less inclined to reproduce, taking a Darwinian concept to heart and dying without passing on our genes? If you can’t speak in public, what is it that stops you?

For me, it’s a fear of failure. That’s my number one fear in life, actually. I want everything to work, to be easy, to roll along without problem. For others it’s the fear of looking stupid. It’s the fear of speaking what’s on the mind. It’s a fear of your knees locking, cutting off circulation to your brain and causing an embarrassing fainting episode.

I’m going to enjoy this. I need to tell myself that. I declined it, and then realized that if I don’t take risks, I won’t ever move forward in life. I wouldn’t have been in the position to speak on a panel in the first place, actually. In fact, I wouldn’t have even considered writing, putting my thoughts in the open for everyone to criticize and pick over.

To hell with fear. After all, the panel needs the viewpoint of someone who stumbled into the profession. It’s inspiring, in a weird Doug Flutie sort of way.


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Another black eye

October 10th, 2006

This is not news anymore. Pacers players Steven Jackson, Jamaal Tinsley, Marquis Daniels and Jimmie “Snap” Hunter were all questioned after an incident that culminated with Jackson firing a few rounds into the air from his gun.

Realistically, it wasn’t news to begin with – it was just the same old Pacers. The “bad boys” of the NBA. Except, of course, these “bad boys” aren’t as talented as the 88-90 Detroit Pistons. These “bad boys” won’t be doing anything but forcing comparisons with the more recently troubled Portland Trail Blazers, a team so mired in its own problems that no one could focus on what they were being paid for: playing basketball.

I don’t even know what to say anymore. It, admittedly, is pretty frustrating. The Pacers are my team. Above any sport, and above any professional franchise, I stand behind the Indiana Pacers more than any other entity. They have a history of “underdoggedness,” of being nearly good enough, of being, really, the pre-2004 Boston Red Sox of the NBA. (No offense to the Clippers, or Cavs, or other teams that haven’t won a championship – the Pacers franchise has actually had contending teams. Unfortunately, they met the juggernaught Chicago Bulls and the dynastic Los Angeles Lakers at their peak.)

Indiana is the Fertile Crescent of basketball, just like Texas is the motherland for football and both St. Louis and New England areas are baseball hotbeds. Indiana holds the history of basketball, and the Pacers have always held on to that history, to their own history. They hire Indiana legends (Larry Bird, Isiah Thomas) and they built the best basketball stadium in the game.

But over the past five years, they haven’t been able to put together a team that doesn’t self-destruct at the first possible chance. Ron Artest was the main culprit, but Stephen Jackson has been right there beside him, pouting and coming up short in every way possible. Jamaal Tinsley fights hard for his contract and nothing else, and now they’re dragging Marquis Daniels – a hopeful young star – into their selfish lair of mediocrity.

Nice job, guys.

The Pacers organization made a promise this year to be more fan friendly, to be more of a positive presence on and off the court. “It’s Up to Us,” their campaign said. And then this happens. Stephen Jackson ends up on top of a car. He pulls out his licensed firearm and shoots it into the air. And then, they find marijuana in their getaway car.

Everyone is rallying around Jackson. And Reggie Miller thinks it stinks.

“That is a black cloud. That is a punch in the gut for [team CEO] Donnie Walsh and [team president] Larry Bird.”

“You shouldn’t stand behind a player that is someone slapping you guys in the face during the middle of training camp being out at a strip club at 3 o’clock in the morning shooting it up like it’s the Wild, Wild West,”

I agree with him. I’m tired of standing behind this team. I’m tired of making excuses and telling myself that “they’re basketball players” and “this won’t affect their team this year” and “this will pass, we’ll be alright.”

I don’t believe it anymore. The Indiana Pacers have officially disgusted me. I still root for them, but until they can prove that they have some small desire to be a quality basketball team, that they are willing to do what it takes to win, to smash the losing mentality that seeps into the team after an altercation like this, they won’t get my respect.

After all, it’s up to us.


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A shameless plug

October 9th, 2006

Don’t forget — just 15 days until my birthday!

Good thing I updated my Powell’s Wish List, isn’t it!


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Issues Considered: Books, Vilhauer

A crash course in literature

October 8th, 2006

Because I’m attempting to make up for years of lost reading (and a wasted college education that included no literary theory or world literature classes – no reading whatsoever aside from ancient Greek texts and education primers) and because I’m both incredibly anal and incredibly forgetful, I’ve been compiling a list of authors that I need to read in the next couple years.

I’m doing this for two reasons. One, I hate not knowing about an author that is apparently a big deal. Jonathan Franzen, for example, or Dostoevsky. I have huge gaps in my reading experience and I want to fill them fast.

Two, I like to read, and I’d like to have some sort of background – some measuring stick – to gauge other writers. I’d like to know first hand if Charles Dickens is worth the trouble. (And, as the first project on my list, I found he isn’t – he’s too wordy and incredibly complex. I enjoyed it, but who has the patience to wade through all of those superfluous commas? If I wanted to do that, I’d read my own writing.)

So, with that, I’ve scoured a series of sources: a co-worker who actually has some sort of degree in reading or literature or English or something, a handful of lists ranking the most important/best novels of the century/ever, a great book borrowed by the co-worker mentioned above called The Salon.com Reader’s Guide to Contemporary Authors, and a memorized selection of authors that I always thought I should read, but hadn’t.

All I’m looking to do is dabble in these authors’ works. Thankfully, I still have the Penguin Pockets 70th Anniversary Box Set – a collection that will give me a short 54 page snippet of many of these authors. But, regardless of what I read through that, I still have a list of novels – the best of the best, or the best of the suggested.

I plan on reading at least one per month. The reason for this schedule is that there are still books I want to read that won’t fall under this list. I’ll still end up with a group of 14-day loans that I’ll need to expedite my way through. But one a month – that’s doable. If I read three books a month, that leaves me two wild cards. I can read another from the “Required” list, or I could opt to read something different. That’s the beauty of it. This month (aside from the aforementioned Charles Dickens tome) will be the exception, as I’m finally finishing the Penguin Box. I’m killing two birds with one stone, I guess.

It will probably take me at least 3-4 years. But hey – I’ll never wonder “what should I read?” anymore.

Keep in mind – these are the authors (and the novels recommended/desired) that I haven’t read that I need to catch up on. If they’re not on this list, there’s a good chance I’ve read them already.

The Essentials – The Authors/Books I Need To Read

Margaret Atwood - The Handmaid’s Tale
Jane Austin – Pride and Prejudice
Samuel Beckett – Waiting for Godot
Saul Bellow – Herzog
Emily Bronte – Wuthering Heights
John Cheever – Falconer
Joseph Conrad – Heart of Darkness
Don DeLillo – White Noise
Philip K. Dick – Ubik
Feodov Dostoevsky – Notes from Underground
Ralph Ellison – The Invisible Man
Louise Erdrich – Love Medicine
William Faulkner – As I Lay Dying
F. Scott Fitzgerald – The Great Gatsby
Graham Greene – The Heart of the Matter
Ernest Hemmingway – The Sun Also Rises
Victor Hugo – Les Miserables
Henry James – The Wings of the Dove
James Joyce – Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Jack Kerouac – On the Road
Ken Kesey – One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest
D. H. Lawrence – The Rainbow
Jonathan Lethem – Motherless Brooklyn
C.S. Lewis – The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
Sinclair Lewis – Babbitt
Gabriel Garcia Marquez – One Hundred Years of Solitude
Cormac McCarthy – Blood Meridian
Henry Miller – Tropic of Cancer
Toni Morrison – Beloved
Hakuri Murakami – The Wind Up Bird Chronicle
V. S. Naipaul – An Area of Darkness
Joyce Carol Oates – Will You Always Love Me?
Marcel Proust – Swann’s Way
Thomas Pynchon – Gravity’s Rainbow
Philip Roth – American Pastoral
Salman Rushdie – Midnight’s Children
Zadie Smith – White Teeth
Leo Tolstoy – War and Peace
John Updike – Rabbit Redux
Voltaire – Candide
David Foster Wallace – Oblivion
Tom Wolfe – The Electric Kool Aid Acid Test
Virginia Woolf – Mrs. Dalloway


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Issues Considered: Books, Literature

On jealousy

October 7th, 2006

Jealousy is a funny concept. Usually, it strikes when you least expect it. With friends. With acquaintances. The people you genuinely care about. You’re happy for them. But you’re also completely flabbergasted, taken aback because, well, they have something you want.

And when it happens, it’s hard to explain.

It’s a foreign concept to me, really, because I’ve lived life for what it is, something I learned early in my college career – to take life and do with it what you can, and if you’re left with something less than savory, work it out on your own. We can’t change life. We can only lead it in the right direction, hoping that we’ll find the right path and be delivered to whatever dream life we’ve conjured up for ourselves.

So when jealousy springs up – regardless of whether it’s well-founded or completely silly – it’s hard for me to deal with.

It’s empty. It’s disingenuous.

I do feel happy. This is exciting. I keep telling myself this, and I believe it completely.

But jealousy is still there. And it won’t go away. Because really, I revert to a completely irrelevant childhood feeling of “want” and “need.” It’s harmless, but it’s still there.

And I hate it.

So figure that out. Figure out how I can be completely happy for everyone I know, yet still be completely bewildered, jealous and feeling out of the loop.


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There’s always next year, right?

October 6th, 2006

Swept?

*sigh*

If you asked me the chances of this Twins team being swept, I’d have given you a big zero.

But now? Well, looks like I’m back to “simply rooting against the Yankees.”

Fandom can be a bitter mistress, can’t it?

There’s always next year. Etc.


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What I’ve Been Reading — September 2006

October 5th, 2006

Because of the sheer number of books checked out and received this month, I’ll be separating them into two groups. Also, if you’re looking for the actual review of what I read, you might want to scroll down to where I say “Begin the Review Here!” in bold. I’m incredibly long winded this month. You’ve been warned.

Books acquired:
Housekeeping – Marilynne Robinson
The Work of Wolves – Kent Meyers
What’s the Difference? – Mental Floss editors
Scatterbrained – Mental Floss editors
Purple Cow – Seth Godin
Life After the 30-Second Spot – Joseph Jaffe
Marketing Plans (5th Edition) – Malcolm McDonald

Books borrowed:
Maus I and II – Art Spiegelman
The Dogs of Babel – Carolyn Parkhurst
Black Swan Green – David Mitchell
How to be Lost – Amanda Eyre Ward
Public Radio – Lisa A. Phillips
The Book Club Companion – Diana Lovely
The Treasures of Britain – John Julius Norwich (editor)

Books read:
A Star Called Henry – Roddy Doyle
Public Radio – Lisa A. Phillips (not finished)
Black Swan Green – David Mitchell
Maus I and II – Art Spiegelman
The Mysteries of Pittsburgh – Michael Chabon

Jeez. The books didn’t stop coming in last month at all.

Well, I guess it was my own fault. A library trip blew up in our face as we brought home seven books in a week’s time. Two of them (The Dogs of Babel and How to Be Lost) were read by Kerrie, so I have no opinion on how they were, though I do want to read The Dogs of Babel some day. During the same trip, Kerrie and I picked up The Book Club Companion because are interested in starting a book club. Meanwhile, I attempted to scratch an annual itch by checking out The Treasures of Britain.

The Treasures of Britain is a photography book/encyclopedia put out by the National Trust, I believe. It’s full of pictures of British landmarks and buildings. It’s great. Usually, I’ll sit and pour over the pages of this book for hours, fantasizing about actually visiting these places I know so well. But this month I just couldn’t. I was too busy buying and checking out other books, I guess.

I purchased Housekeeping and The Work of Wolves at the Festival of Books, mainly because I was impressed by both authors as they spoke about writing and I wanted them to sign something.

In this same vein (of people talking to the public) I checked out and read sections of Public Radio, a collection of short bios for those who want to know the history behind their favorite public radio personalities. Unless you’re really curious about someone in particular, I wouldn’t worry about this book. Certainly don’t buy it. If you really want to learn about where Ira Glass went to college, or the history of the Car Talk guys, just check it out from the library or read the short section at the bookstore.

Earlier in the month, I received two signed books through work: Scatterbrained and What’s the Difference, two novelty books from Mental Floss Press. Mental Floss is a pretty cool magazine for smart people, and we get comp copies at work. Since I’m one of two people in the office that actually reads, I ended up with this schwag.

I also convinced my boss (at his suggestion, I might add) that we needed to purchase three books for my office. Thus, I ended up being able to write off three books in the name of business education: Godin’s Purple Cow, Jaffe’s Life After the 30-Second Spot, and McDonald’s Marketing Plans (5th Edition). Purple Cow and Life After look like interesting reads. Marketing Plans looks tedious and horrible, which is why I haven’t cracked it open yet.

* whew! *

Okay. I have one last thing before I get to the meat of this post. It’s about Maus, one of the most important books you’ll ever read. And so I’ll start the “review” here.

Begin the Review Here!

Welcome.

Maus is a two part graphic novel about World War II – specifically, about the trials that Jews were put through during one of the most horrific genocides in world history. It’s at times gruesome, though not visually. Instead, it shows the tragedy that fell over German and Poland during Hitler’s reign, and the pure emotion that drove the survivors to stay alive, to hold on to the only thing they had left – themselves.

What makes Maus so striking is how human it is. Not human in character, per se, as Spiegelman has given each race and nationality a specific animal proxy; Jews are mice, Germans are cats, Polish pigs, English dogs. Instead, it’s human in its story. This isn’t just a book about the Jews and Germans. This is a book about Spiegelman’s father – his personal hell, his current life, and how life in the concentration camps has molded his life and his relationships. It’s powerful. And it’s one of the book that I think needs to be revited every couple of years. Just to be amazed. Just to remember.

For the rest of the month I occupied myself with stories of young men growing up. The “coming of age” story. Coming of age stories have been around for as long as people have been coming of age. It’s a universal subject, one that many classics – J. D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye and Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird come to mind – embrace and ride towards literary masterpiece. After all, we can relate easily; we’ve all been through that point in life where innocence is lost and adulthood looms.

So I was pleased to find myself, completely on accident, reading three modern “coming of age” novels back to back: Roddy Doyle’s A Star Called Henry, David Mitchell’s Black Swan Green, and Michael Chabon’s The Mysteries of Pittsburgh. All three novels sent a couple of thoughts in motion: at what point do we come of age, and how do we know at the time? In fact, is it even possible to discover the exact moment we take one last look at youth and deliver ourselves into the unknown world of adulthood?

Of course, the problem was that after reading the first two brilliant books about growing up, I stumbled into the third one, and it didn’t match up. Which is why, after a long deliberation, I will consider The Mysteries of Pittsburgh an afterthought. Which is quite bad, actually, since Chabon is one of my top 25 writers, and really it wasn’t that bad of a story (a young man goes to college, struggles with relationships, falls in love with both a guy and a girl, sleeps with one, sleeps with the other, and both end up leaving him) but it just wasn’t my favorite Chabon book and, really, it didn’t hold a candle to Doyle and Mitchell. Then again, other people think it’s his best work. Oh well – they’re wrong.

Anyway.

In A Star Called Henry, a boy named Henry Smart begins life the hard way, living in the destitute areas of Dublin during the years of English rule before the Irish Revolution. Through a series of complications, Smart finds himself and his brother on the street, required to be an adult at an age when most kids are enjoying – or, more likely, trying to get out of – school.

Henry takes these hardships in stride. By the time we meet him again five or six years later, he’s earning his stripes on the front line of the Irish Revolution. He’s becoming a legend, falling in love, and traveling through true Irish history without even realizing it. He’s not out for his country – he was raised to be out for only himself. And so the idea of Henry Smart being so closed off from his own place in history is understandable.

Doyle isn’t just a master at narrating the events of war, though he does a wonderful job painting a picture of revolution, complete with dual-faced monsters and underground networks. He also is able to allow a human element to creep into a machine-like character. Henry Smart seemingly shows no feelings. But when you take a deeper look, you find the insecurities that linger from those first few years living on the streets – the love, the fear, and the uncertainty. Is he using Ireland? Or is Ireland using him?

In Black Swan Green, young Jason Taylor presents himself as the polar opposite of Henry Smart. He’s awkward, unsure of himself, and terrified of being made fun of. This is our coming of age story. We’ve all waded through this, whether on the cool, invited-to-every-party side or the dorky, playing-board-games-with-your-parents side. But like Henry Smart, Jason Taylor has an ability to transcend everything, to be brilliant and thoughtful and clever while being torn apart by the wolves that make up the popular group.

Of course, it’s never that easy. Jason Taylor is a virtuoso – a child who has mastered the art of words at a young age, to be sure – but he hasn’t quite mastered the art of fitting in. The main struggle Taylor has is that he can’t speak without stammering, thus making all of his word-ly talents null and void when it came to saying them out loud. And, he’s a poet, which is both wonderful and terrifying. Wonderful in that he’s incredibly smart. Terrifying in that he’s a boy in middle school. He might as well have told his classmates that he was a ballerina, or that he wore dresses.

Black Swan Green takes the pains of growing up – through puberty, dances, and first kisses – and brings them bubbling back to the surface. It’s as real a voice as I remember hearing inside my own head as I struggled to come of age; to finally be accepted. We’ve all been there, in one form or another, and it’s refreshing to hear it from another perspective. It’s easy to identify with Black Swan Green in this way.

The differences between Henry Smart and Jason Taylor are like night and day. One is a renegade, a killer, a warrior in a battle for freedom and dignity. The other is an awkward kid, too afraid to be different, but too brilliant to be like everyone else. Hard vs. finicky. Street smart vs. infantile. At 13, Smart was beginning to help Ireland in its quest for independence. At the same age, Taylor was still stammering, unable to understand life in his twisted, silly world.

But at the same time, they have one monstrous thing in common. They’re both attempting to figure life out, trying to grow up and pass childhood behind. Think back – when did you come of age? Can you remember the moment? Probably not – but that’s okay. As Henry and Jason show us, you’re never really sure of the exact moment. But you’re always assured that eventually – maybe three years down the line, maybe decades – you’ll turn back and recognize the moment that your awkwardness disappeared. And you’ll cherish it forever.


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