Saturday, October 14, 2017

Mechanical Chauffeurs

My soul is dull,
My rhymes are crimes.
I’m the paint drying on the wall.
And it’s just paper white—acadia white on exciting days.

There’s not much zest, pow, or wow
in the way that I cow
to sycophantic superiors, bow here and there,
and mow that lawn and this.

Spiritually dead at 18, physiologically deteriorating at near-25,
Pawn in the capitalist castle, but upwardly mo-bile.
Perhaps I’ll have less to do and more to say—style,
Once I’ve achieved the topmost rank :/

Maybe I’ll have it all—time, money, “love”--
Even a car that drives itself, while I write poetry.


                        Thanks, all you mechanical chauffeurs of the 21st century.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Interlopers and Inner-arguments

I was just eating Cheetos and watching Interstellar at home. Flanked by several large pillows, engulfed in my puffy maroon blanket, and pretending that the tears in my eyes were not there (recent breakup), I continued to slowly masticate on each single Cheeto at a time. Matthew McConaughey was on that frozen planet. I wasn't paying too much attention to the movie--just enough to recognize the metaphor between the frozen planet and my raw and frozen heart.

As a tear dropped onto my lap I saw something shimmer out of the corner of my right eye. It was an odd shimmering. I looked over and beheld a man, in his early twenties, step out of a hole of space-time fabric. He was wearing a sort-of spacesuit, not unlike the one worn by the astronauts in Interstellar. He had dark brown hair, an angular face, and a serious look--he was on a mission with a purpose. Was I hallucinating?

A Cheeto was in transit to my mouth when he appeared; I held it in orbital suspension before it docked, however. For a good minute I just stared at the event unfolding and the man appearing. Then I slowly put the Cheeto in my mouth and chewed. I hoped it would do the trick of exorcising both the man and whatever insanity was overcoming me, but it did not.

"Dad, am I too late? Has Samantha arrived yet?" The man said expectantly. He had a stricken look.

"I'm kind of going through something... And the only Samantha I've ever known was a girl from the third grade. And did you call me 'dad'?" I still had a sadness-headache and my thoughts were jumbling, jamming, and ramming into one another. I still couldn't understand why Liz had broken up with me--we were the perfect match.

"Oh good!" The young man's face softened. "I was afraid I'd come too late. My name is Roger and I'm your son. I've come to warn you about something. You have to make a tough decision, but I'll talk you through it." Roger pulled out some kind of technologically-superior iPad. He was looking at his carefully crafted notes.

"OK, to start off--"

Just then another swirly vortex opened, this time out of the corner of my left eye. I just wanted to go back to watching the movie, to shut the world out. But these swirl-humans were appearing left, right, and center.

"Dad, dad, dad! I--" This time a teenage girl came rushing out of the swirling light. Upon seeing Roger she just stared--silently and with growing internal, subdued aggression. The feeling of fear, significance-of-the-moment, and tactical discipline was mounting between the two.  I was getting increasingly annoyed by it all; I had enough questions-without-answers. I didn't need two more.

"Ughhh. What's going on right now? What do you people want?" I vented.

"I know this may be hard to hear right now, but only one of us can exist. You need to make a choice. We each exist on a separate timeline: Samantha is born if you move to Seoul, while I am born if you stay here in England. We'll each make our case and then you can decide." Roger had a determined air about him; he seemed to be confident in his ability to convince me. This peeved me for some reason.

On the screen there was a blizzard on this ice planet; they were struggling to get back to the ship in time.

"I'm not interested." Roger and Samantha both looked stunned. They looked at each other for a few seconds. Samantha cocked her head and mouthed a "whaaat?"

"I just... I've been through some hard things lately, and I'm not interested. Can you go back? Through those little swirls of light you came through? Was it the future? In any case, I don't really have it in me to discuss this. I just went through a break-up and now's not the best time. Actually, I don't think I ever want to get married or even get into another long-term relationship." I wasn't in the mood to put on a face for these two people interlopers, even if they were my future kids.

"Hear me out, dad. It's not that simple. I know you're in pain right now, but blah blah blah..." He continued like this, trying to lay out the situation. He was injecting some of his own bias between the words, trying to at least appear neutral in tone. What a political tool. He reminded me a bit of myself. I basically tuned him out for most of his soliloquy. I had lowered the volume just to show him some of the respect he didn't deserve.

Just for form's sake I turned to Samantha after muting the volume. She was less hurried. She used more pathos in her argument, talked about some of the happy times, and still tried not to seem too much like a door-to-door salesperson. I'd seen some of the same qualities in myself when trying to persuade Liz. Maybe these two were my kids.

"So now we'll lay out each of our cases in full." Roger declared, very lawyer-like.

"No, I've made my decision. Both of you need to go back. I need to be alone."

"You're just struggling emotionally, dad. We can help you come around, but we're both on a very time-sensitive schedule. Years from now, when we're laughing around the dinner table, you'll thank... yourself." Samantha smiled. She was sweet. But not in a genuine way--it was still just a tactic. She seemed to have struggled deciding which pronoun to use: "me," "us," or "yourself." Being ingratiating, she thought quickly on her feet and used the latter.

"Nope. No deal. I've made up my mind to not have children." I unmuted the volume, put some mental for behind the decision, and continued watching Interstellar.

Stunned and open-mouthed, the two of them faded away into nothingness. I wondered if it had been a dream. If I ever did have kids, would they look like that? Would they sound like that? What would I name them? I didn't want to think about it. I didn't even want to think about kids at the moment, let alone have them visit me at three in the morning. I was love-lorn and woeful, and too much of those sorrows had come from thinking I knew what was perfect, who was perfect, and being so determined to have it my way. Those two hallucinations--or future-children--had given me a glimpse of myself. I suddenly saw how persuasive I could be, how forcefully right I needed to be. I always acted as though I had the answer, and that everyone else just needed to be convinced.

No wonder why Liz finally left me after a year of dating; of course she'd mentioned this quite a few times, but I always talked my way out of it. Usually I "won" the argument with my own metal, impenetrable mental assurance. Often I made concessions and compromises, but I never admitted total defeat. If she ever rebutted me I could come up with another reason, talk sideways, or convince both of us that, in some way, she was mistaken and not looking at things rightly. There were always other angles we hadn't considered. Eventually she just started giving up and backing down. That's when I started becoming most smugly pleased with myself, unable to detect her own unhappiness.

I closed my eyes, breathed out deeply a few times, and cleared my mind. Matthew McConaughey's character was waking up on a new earth, a heaven-like tube station. I thought to myself that whatever the future holds might be nice. From now on, I decided, I would do that future-self a favor by relinquishing my absolute knowledge and control. Sometimes backing down and giving up is, in fact, winning.

I ate a few more Cheetos and audibly sighed, releasing all those pent-up thoughts, questions, and assumptions. I had solved the final problem and won.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

9 BILLION U.S. CHICKENS KILLED!!! or, Some Problems with Sensationalism

So there is an article in the Huffington Post about the ill treatment of this canine in the movie A Dog's Purpose. It basically shows the dog balking at the edge of a warm, man-made river that they were using for some part of the movie. The dog is meant to jump into the river and, according to the article (I didn't see the movie), fish a kid out onto dry land. The article shows the clip (link below) of the scared-to-death dog attempting to back away from the edge, while a man is trying to coax/coerce the dog into jumping into the river. The video is possibly more poignant when you hear the voices of the director and/or camera crew shouting words of encouragement at the dog. Some of them also tell the handler he should simply throw the dog in.

Many people react to videos like this one with outrage and disgust. Many condemn the actions of the crew and pity the dog. I think these gut-feeling reactions are mostly justified; the dog is being coerced into doing something it is intuitively scared to do, while the handlers are disregarding its fears. But I think we should also take into account the possible feelings of the handlers and crew. They could be tired after a day of work, impatient because the dog has been uncooperative, and they probably understand that the dog is perfectly fine because of the extensive safety measures in place. And the dog is surrounded by people ready to help it. It is also a Hollywood dog; I bet it is groomed, loved, and treated with care. The actions of the camera crew and handler, while not necessarily exemplary, may be understood better with (possible) additional context.

I'm going to widen the lens a bit for some perspective.

According to a study in 2007, more than 9 billion chickens and half a billion turkeys were slaughtered during that year. This is in the United States alone. In the year 2000, in the U.S., 41.7 million cows and calves, 115 million pigs, and 4.3 million sheep were all slaughtered for food. The number is undoubtedly much higher worldwide. Among companion animals that enter shelters, "approximately 2.7 million... are euthanized" each year (ASPCA, Pet Statistics). These figures represent a lot of animals that are directly killed by humans; many of them are mistreated before death, while the majority are simply neglected to some degree or another. Livestock are given food whose purpose is too fatten them up, cats and dogs in shelters are given very little love and care, and animals throughout history have lived lives of suffering. I think it was my uncle who told me the following story about one of his uncles or extended relatives: He (uncle's uncle, a farmer) took a bag of kittens and, going down to a nearby stream, dashed them to death against some rocks. The family couldn't afford to feed and take care of the fledgling cats, unfortunately. Spaying/neutering cats must have been too costly, time consuming, or simply wasn't a practice on farms in the Southwest. In this case, human needs outweighed the cats'.

I think if a person is going to be serious about animal rights, they need to look at the more gross abuses. I believe that when individuals with sadistic tendencies, self-loathing, and lack of worth (induced because of verbal/physical abuse, social ostracization, or a mental disorder/handicap of some kind) are put in charge of someone or something they react, often violently and viciously, toward that charge. There are probably millions of cases of this sort of abuse worldwide; war itself is often a result of this cyclical and sinister process. Abusers of animals are making war on animals. Animal rights activists, in my opinion, should be working toward a solution to combat these abuses. If they aren't able to do something worldwide, then they should at least act a part in their own backyard. Personally, I don't care as much about animals as I do about humans. Additionally, I think that once we solve a lot of the human woes--mental, physical, emotional, societal--we'll start treating pets, livestock, and wild animals with respect. I think it will be a natural outpouring of our own ameliorated conditions.

But when I see an article like this, or the Harambe one, or Cecil the Lion, it slightly disturbs me to see the reactions and too-often faux, manufactured outrage. There are unreported abuses of animals all over; those animals will go starving, freezing, and unloved tonight (insert ad: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IO9d2PpP7tQ). I'm sure most of the reactions to headline stories of animal abuses are genuine. And I'm not saying we shouldn't discuss cases in the news and use them to make informed decisions regarding animal treatment. But they are so blown out of proportion to garner just the reaction these media companies are aiming for. I'm too afraid that people use these stories as an escapist, emotional outlet. Sensationalism has always annoyed me; I don't enjoy when people get up in arms about a cause they don't ACTUALLY care about. And if they do care or want to care, that's admirable. But I would much rather have them say nothing in public and do something good in private. When I hear some people publicly react, whether it be on Facebook or Twitter, I feel the same inwardly-wincing, weird feeling I get when a person publicly declaims to the world that they really love their family members.
(cue most politicians: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqpHTFJO4mE).

I think we need animal rights activists. Besides helping animals, actions of sincere animal lovers will help cure human ills; discovering an abused animal will also uncover an abuser (who should undergo some punishment and therapy). If the stories in the news spur an increase of future action, then fantastic. But if the stories serve as only a brief outlet and escape for people, a mechanism to shove off their feelings of guilt and helplessness, then that fills me with more than an ounce of anxiety for them and for actual causes.

Placing situations within the bigger picture, permitting ourselves more skepticism and awareness, and allowing writing to influence positive behavior: these are capabilities we ought to augment.


Sources:

HuffPo article (with video):
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/leaked-video-from-a-dogs-purpose-set-calls-films-treatment-of-animals-into-question_us_587fbef7e4b0cf0ae881a304

Reddit thread about article: https://www.reddit.com/r/movies/comments/5os7hh/leaked_video_calls_treatment_of_animals_in_a_dogs/

Chickens killed:
https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=how%20many%20chickens%20are%20killed%20each%20day

Livestock killed:
http://www.animalliberationfront.com/Practical/FactoryFarm/USDAnumbers.htm

Companion animal euthanasia stats:
http://www.aspca.org/animal-homelessness/shelter-intake-and-surrender/pet-statistics



Thursday, January 12, 2017

Old Old Spice vs. New Old Spice

Old Old Spice vs. New Old Spice: The Shifting Seas of Manliness and Semiotics in Advertisements
As the tide of time pushes forth ceaselessly, so too do the needs and desires of customers. Companies must never remain idle; in order to adapt to their customers’ fluid whims, they must alter both their products’ performance and presentation. Companies that do not adapt to the evolutions of their buyers are thrown by the wayside. However, those companies which figure out the impulsive psychology and flippant trends of their consumer base stay relevant and are rewarded. Coca-Cola, PepsiCo, Ford, Exxon Mobil, Wells Fargo, and The New York Times are just a few of the many companies that have survived and navigated the mercurial market for more than 100 years (“Public Companies”). Established in 1937, Old Spice, the men’s deodorant company, has not existed for quite so long. However, it is no exception to the swelling wave of adaptable and persevering companies.
Old Spice has undergone a sea change in advertising strategy. It went from a more serious, sailing-oriented theme pre-1980s to a more overtly sensual, but still mostly conventional advertising company in the 80s and 90s. Since the mid-2000s, the Old Spice ads have become zany, much faster-paced, and on occasion, entirely unpredictable. The likely culprit for the change is Old Spice’s aging consumer base: pre-2000s, it was mostly older men who were loyal to the brand. Old Spice therefore needed a new loyal customer base for its products. The truth behind this shift in audience is represented by a recent ad quip used to sell Old Spice Class Scent shower gel: “The original. If your grandfather hadn’t worn it, you wouldn’t exist” (Elliot). For this paper, I will analyze two ads—one from 1957 and the other from 2012—and take an analytical scalpel to the reasons for their differences. In particular, I will be looking at how the concept of manliness has changed over time, and what Old Spice has done to accommodate that cultural shift. I will also explain what that cultural and customer shift means for the nautical roots of the Old Spice brand. In essence, my point is that because of cultural and semiotic shifts, the ideas of manliness and the ethos surrounding nauticality no longer represent the now-antiquated sentiments of fatherly care and adventurous, mystical seamanship. Instead, the New Old Spice marks its products and commercials with a frenetic and boundless sense of powerful manliness, as well as a dissipation of the mystical, and classically mythical, cultural ripples conjured by ocean- and sailor-themed marketing.
In order to elucidate my points about how the Old Spice brand was able to stay afloat and acclimatize itself to the culture, to the meanings of manhood, and to the shift in the mysticism surrounding nautical themes, I employ the works of several author-philosophers: Walter Benjamin, a philosopher and cultural critic, whose essay, “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction,” played a pivotal role in 20th century aesthetic theory; Roland Barthes, a renowned linguist, semiotician, and philosopher of the 20th century; Pierre Bourdieu, another modern philosopher and anthropologist interested in societal power; and Daniel Chandler, a modern semiotician and professor at Aberystwyth University in the UK. In addition, I cite several other, more contemporary sources that explain the cultural weight that is borne down upon these ads. First, the ads:
The older, 1957 Old Spice commercial remains true to the authentic, sailor-feel for which the brand was originally known. It is a black and white commercial, which begins by showing a picture of the iconic ship, “Old Spice” in cursive logo above it, and some moving, rippling waves coming from the bottom of the ship and extending out toward the viewer. It then quickly shows a scene of three dancing cartoon sailors, one of which is the captain; a jingle plays: “‘Old Spice means quality,’ said the captain to the Boatswain. So ask for the package with the ship that sails the ocean!” The commercial then moves to a regular man in front of his mirror, trying on some Old Spice aftershave, and grinning widely. Finally, it closes to a shoreline, the noise of the surf washing up on the beach, and a picture of the Old Spice After Shave Lotion front and center. The narrator explains to us why we should buy the product and how we will like the “tangy Old Spice scent. Bright and bracing as an ocean breeze.” At several points, we see the interior of the Old Spice bottle turn into ocean waves, harking back to that original, nautical element its first customers appreciated.
The newer Old Spice ad, made in 2012, stars the actor, comedian, football player, family man, and eternal optimist Terry Crews. He plays a high-energy, shirtless, highly muscular zealot of the featured product: Old Spice Body Spray. There are a series of these ads in which he plays this violent version of an Old Spice coach. In one particular ad, a “regular guy” is just starting to put his stuff away in the locker room when Crews magically flies in from the top of the screen, holding an Old Spice Body Spray canister in his hand and roars, “Old Spice Body Spray can change a regular-smellin’ man into a man who smells like powerrr!” If the next part sounds strange on paper, it is: Crews blows away all of the regular guy’s clothes with his “power breath,” leaving the regular guy standing there in boxers, holding only a hockey stick. The guy begins to complain, “Now how is this. . . . ” Crews cuts him off mid-question by blowing more super-powered breath on the guy, enrobing him in Ancient Egyptian-style dress, and turning his hockey stick into a Pharaoh's scepter. The guy says, “Wow, you know what. I actually do feel more powerful.” Immediately, Crews yells out “Potato Chiiiips!” making the regular guy explode; in his place stands a vending machine full of the summoned snack. Crews then punches through the vending machine’s glass, retrieves a bag, and calmly eats a chip while shrugging humbly. The commercial cuts to a still of four canisters of differently scented Old Spice Body Spray, while Crews is singing “P-P-Pah-Pah-Power!” to the original Old Spice jingle. He then pops his head out of a canister and says, “It’s me!” with an explosion in the background. Commercial fin.
The two commercials are as different as a calm ocean and a merciless hurricane: while both are powerful, the 1957 Old Spice ad garners most of its influence from strong, peaceful, and consistent undertows of cultural inferences, while the 2012 ad has much more violent and obvious means of persuasion. To explain the visual and rhetorical shift in these ads, it is helpful to turn to theorist Bourdieu, who writes about social consequences surrounding photography and visual rhetoric in his book Photography: A Middle-brow Art. One of his points about poses in photography can be expanded to film, and more specifically, to the modern Old Spice commercial. Bourdieu suggests that in photography “to strike a pose is to offer oneself to be captured in a posture which is not and which does not seek to be ‘natural’. . . .  Striking a pose means respecting oneself and demanding respect” (77).  Applied to the Old Spice ad, one can argue that throughout the ad Crews stands straight and tall, broad-chested and muscular, with his hands on his hips. He is taller than the regular guy, and so looks down upon him; he is clearly imposing and in charge. The first ad does not present a picture of manliness in the same light: its image is humble and wholesome, with the man in the commercial thoroughly enjoying his aftershave. The voice goes along with the cheery picture and dancing cartoon figures. The whole ad is upbeat and hopeful, not domineering and dictatorial, like Crews’ character is meant to be.
The modern ad taps into a cultural sense of militaristic or sports-centered manhood. It may seem strange that an ad from 2012, in an age of rapidly loosening gender roles and freedom, would opt to promote a more overtly strong form of manliness, while a 1957 ad would appeal to wholesome fatherhood. Is there a historical reason for this? Perhaps. On the website “Artofmanliness.com,” author and blogger Brett claims that manliness is dictated, at least partially, by economics: “When resources are easier and less dangerous to obtain, and aren’t at risk of being raided by others, an emphasis on the code of manhood weakens . . . . Here in the West we live in the most resource-rich period in all human history. . .  There is very little danger; a man can go his entire life without ever getting into a fistfight.”  Brett’s explanation, then, gives us an opportunity for further analysis of the 2012 ad.
The “regular guy,” hockey-playing teenager is a synecdoche; he is meant to stand in as a part of a larger system of weak men. Daniel Chandler is a semiotician who on his website thoroughly explains the fundamentals of semiotics. Referring to the work of linguists Roman Jakobson and Morris Halle, Chandler suggests that “In photographic and filmic media a close-up is a simple synecdoche—a part representing the whole.”  Chandler continues,
Indeed, the formal frame of any visual image (painting, drawing, photograph, film or television frame [or commercial]) functions as a synecdoche in that it suggest that what is being offered is a ‘slice-of-life’, and that the world outside the frame is carrying on in the same manner as the world depicted within it.
The teenager in the commercial is the every-man (or every-adolescent) of the 21st century: effete, slouched, and slow to act. He complains negatively or comments positively, yet ineffectually, about Crews’ actions (blowing off his clothes and garbing him in Pharaoh-outfit, respectively). He is not loud or confident. In that case, using the analysis of Brett’s scarcity-of-resources concept mentioned above, the commercial offers two things: 1) an acknowledgement of the current, enfeebled men who have no capacity to fight for their own survival, and 2) a rejection of and enjoinder to that weak every-man: Change yourself now! Old Spice will help you! Crews, then, acts as the herald of this prophetic coaching. He is also a symbol within the context of this rhetorically adroit reproach.
Crews stands in for a concept larger than himself (though not much larger, since he is such a massive guy). His small red shorts, when contrasted with the blue shorts, gray shirt, and plastic, childish yellow helmet of the “regular guy,” should be taken as a clear sign of command. Robin Williams, an expert visual designer, notes in her book, The Non-Designer’s Design Book, that “Red, yellow, and blue is an extremely popular combination for children’s products” (95). Although red is often used for children’s toys, in Western culture it is also undeniably viewed as an aggressive and occasionally sexual color, two themes with which Old Spice hopes to be associated. Indeed, Crews is acting as synecdoche or metonymy for the concept “power”—this is obvious enough, since he shouts the term itself in a non-sequitur fashion throughout the course of the commercial. But he is not just “power;” Crews is a manly power that much of our culture has lost, according to the commercial. He sincerely wants the pathetic wimp in front of him to have that power, so he gives him Pharaoh clothing. The clothing acts as a metonym for a cultural idea we have of Ancient pharaohs: they were deemed demi-gods, able to wield almost infinite power. In his work on visual semiotics in the essay “Rhetoric of the Image,” Barthes states, “Here text (most often a snatch of dialogue) and image stand in a complementary relationship; the words, in the same way as the images, are fragments of a more general syntagm and the unity of the message is realized at a higher level, that of the story, the anecdote, the diegesis . . .” (41). In the short diegesis of the commercial, then, the “regular guy” is imbued with power from a higher source, in the same way a Pharaoh came to power—through a religious ceremony. If seen in this context, Crews may even be a godlike—or at least a demigod-like—figure.
The 2012 commercial is anything but humble: it stands as a warrior call, a call to seize power through the use of the mightiest canister of Old Spice Body Spray. It is even brazen and vaguely blasphemous from a culturally religious context. The 1957 ad is markedly absent of any of the abovementioned components. Starting with the light-hearted cartoon, moving to the smiling man and cheery tune, and ending with the bright ocean and Old Spice bottle, there is almost no antagonistic tension in the commercial. The man presented in this ad is clean in more ways than one: he is clean-shaven and is applying the after-shave onto his face while the narrator says, “[the After Shave] makes your face wake up, tingles into a clean, fresh feeling.” His hair is also cropped quite low, and parted properly with a comb. He is the quintessential man of the 50s: the family man; there is nothing threatening about this guy. In fact, he is so confident, clean, and humble that he does not even speak for himself: he smiles while the narrator explains his story—they are cooperators in a fight against unkempt dirtiness. The man stands by and seems to be waiting for cues from the narrator to act. They are a tag-team duo against not just physical dirtiness, but moral uncleanliness as well.
Besides the aura of manliness that has no doubt brought appeal to men in both the 1950s and 2000s, there is another aura that bookends the ad. Oceanicity, or a nautical theme, is a very prominent part of the commercial. The audience, who is probably not familiar with actual sailing and nautical practices, is interpellated into that world (or a cheery, sugar-coated imitation of it). Scott McCloud, who, in his book, Understanding Comics: The Invisible Art, wrote about cartoons and the human dynamics surrounding them, claiming “the universality of cartoon imagery” (202; emphasis in original). McCloud continues, “The more cartoony a face is, for instance, the more people it could be said to describe. . . .  The cartoon is a vacuum into which our identity and awareness are pulled. . . .” (202, 207; emphasis in original). In terms of the commercial, then, the smiling, dancing cartoon sailors help the audience become sailors themselves, at least for the duration of the ad. Toward the end, the bottle and ocean are shown, further associating the calm and liberating virtues of the sea with the Old Spice brand.
Benjamin, who wrote one of the 20th century’s most formative essays, “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction,” frames the cultural shifts and social values ascribed to art, and how the democratization, mechanization, and general mass dissemination of art have corroded the cultural values, mythos, and ultimately importance of all art. When Old Spice first premiered its products in 1937, sailing—and its attendant undertones of adventurousness and freedom—were quite novel, manly, and popular ideas among Americans. This is no longer the case. I believe that Benjamin would have noted the erosion of the Old Spice ship icon and nauticality as a consequence of the abandonment of traditional aesthetic values. The old ad included a certain magic brought on by the image of the sea. As Benjamin argues, “Artistic production begins with ceremonial objects destined to serve in a cult. . . .  The elk portrayed by the man of the Stone Age on the walls of his cave was an instrument of magic. . . .  Today the cult value would seem to demand that the work of art remain hidden” (21). In other words, the cult value of the ocean theme in the Old Spice ads and on its products has faded in the modern era.
The ship and sailor theme did stay strong for a while: through the years after its nascence, Old Spice included different ships on their product bottles: According to the website Oldspicecollectibles.com, Old Spice originally used the ships Grand Turk and the Friendship. Later, Old Spice used the following ships: John Wesley, Salem, Birmingham, Maria Teresa, Propontis, Recovery, Sooloo, Star of the West, Constitution, Java, United States, and Hamilton. In recent years, the marketers for Old Spice, Wieden & Kennedy, have navigated the Old Spice brand away from the use of ships and predominantly nautical appeal. One reason is clear: modern men and youth do not have the same yearning for sailing and high-seas freedom; the ethos of the sailor and mythos of the ocean have been lost on the techno-inspired generations of today. Thus, the modern Old Spice ads show a conspicuous lack of that early oceanicity, a cornerstone of the brand’s initial identity.
In sum, Old Spice, the sailor-inspired hygiene company, has kept armpits fresher, faces cleaner, and smiles wider for generations. As we have seen, the shift in consumer base has meant a necessary shift in advertising strategy. The earlier Old Spice ads undoubtedly appealed to those men who sought for a sailor-like freedom, freshness, and sense of adventure. The ships placed on the products and in the ads served to reinforce that nautical magic. The manliness of this era, in addition to being sailor-oriented, brought in themes of cleanliness, cheerfulness, and wholesomeness. Although children are not seen or mentioned in the 1957 ad, it would not be difficult to extrapolate from the man’s appearance and attitude that he is a father figure. We are invited into his world through the use of light-hearted cartoons, and then given a happy snapshot of what we stand to gain from using Old Spice. However, a few generations have passed since the era of the cheery family-man was pedestaled in the public’s eye. Now, the extolled form of manliness is a more brutally powerful, modern and muscular version of the ideal. He stands for the power that can be yours if you purchase and use Old Spice products. In a world of prosperity, where fighting for survival is simply unnecessary, Crews says in the commercial “Buck up, kid!” to a generation who, if not actually emasculated, may feel relatively powerless. Several visual symbols move the ads along: the ocean waves for freshness and calm, the over-powering Crews for godlike power, and the uses of color and posture. Benjamin, Barthes, Bourdieu, and Chandler argue, through their work on semiotics and visual theory, that cultural shifts in abstract concepts such as oceanicity and manliness can be tracked down, isolated, and explained in a rational manner. The cultural shifts manifested by the ads add up to show that the Old Old Spice has been discarded; the New Old Spice is in “Powerrr!”

Works Cited
Barthes, Roland.“Rhetoric of the Image.” Image, Music, Text. Trans. and ed. Stephen Heath. New York: Hill and Wang, 1977. 32-51. Print.
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Saturday, April 2, 2016

Pokemon's Christ Allegory

I used to watch Pokemon a lot as a kid. We also played with and traded cards, played the video games, talked about the fictional creatures endlessly, and watched the movies. Back when it was popular--the late 90s/early 2000s--I was too young to note, analyze, or appreciate any symbolic depth to the works I was imbibing. I recall reading Narnia because I liked it. On a subconscious level, though, I think I recognized quality and depth in movies.

The Pokemon movie that came out in 1999, Pokemon the First Movie: Mewtwo Strikes Back (do not know how Nintendo got away with that name), had all the characters--both human and pocket monster--that the TV series presented to us kids. Naturally, we saw ourselves in the cool, simplistic cartoon characters; we imagined throwing pokeballs, having our Pikachus and Bulbasaurs fight each other, and going on adventures with our friends. Cool.

As a pseudo-adult looking back, I see a side of the movie I must have failed to notice. One scene in particular illustrates my point: It is the scene at the end when Ash sacrifices himself for all of the surrounding Pokemon and humans. After jumping in front of a pair of colliding energy projectiles hurled by the malicious, power-hungry Mewtwo and the angelic, light-hearted Mew, he turns to stone, falls prostrate, and seems to lose all life force. Pikachu begins crying; the rest of the evocative, heartbreaking scene is best retold in motion picture format:

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No matter how ridiculous you think Pokemon is, or how silly you believe cartoons are, or how little you believe in Christ, I think this is still a powerful scene. I want to focus on the end of the scene, where Mewtwo soliloquizes the following:

A human sacrificed himself to save the Pokemon. I pitted them against each other, but not until they set aside their differences did I see the true power they all shared deep inside. I see now that the circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant. It is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are. 

I think this mini-speech is a near-perfect parable of Christ's atonement and love. I swapped the term "human" for "god/Christ/perfected being," and "Pokemon" with "humans/God's children." It is a pretty simple analogy to be drawn; Narnia does the same with Aslan's sacrifice for Edmund's mistakes. Similarly, both Aslan and Ash are "resurrected" in a spectacular and beautiful way.

And beyond the Christ allegory, there is a call to action for those who have been previously pitted against one another in division and conflict: Remember what you share inside--remember who you are, who gave you life, and what you can do with that life. It doesn't matter whether you were born as an orphan street urchin or as a rich heir to the throne, all people ought to come together and "set aside their differences."

While watching this today the allegory came so immediately to me. Before, when I was young, I could not have picked up on the ink between the lines. It took a second reading. Perhaps if I watch it ten years hence, I'll pick up on some other facet(s) I previously missed. Rewatching this scene was a solid reminder that rereading "stuff I've already read before" is well-worth my time.

Friday, November 13, 2015

Gourmet Legislators - Poem I read at the UVU 2015 Social Change Conference

Gourmet Legislators

Lunches -- gourmet salads and gourmet burritos
and socializing. They're wives are all there as well.

These legislators, there to please their voters,
to please all these companies; NGOs; ORGs; EDUs.

Who are all vying for money, for resources the State took
from their pockets in the first place. Beggars for causes and drugs.

Why on earth do we look down on beggars when
we were born beggars, die beggars, spend that in-between sliver of life begging?

Constituents, politicians, the Senators' wives (why are they here again?)
All smiles and chatting and chitting; chitting the bull, shooting the breeze.

The Senators laughingly shoot down a bill about the State
dog -- fourth graders wanted it to be the golden retriever: the loyal family dog.

But they also reject the bill about medical cannabis, the stuff that
saves the family, cures an ill mother. Legislators ought to be served


Gourmet shame with their gourmet salads and burritos.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Linguistics: Alpha and Omega

My interest in linguistics is beginning to swell. I have been glancing over the Wikipedia page on Phoenician, learning all sorts of valuable insights into the roots and subsequent growths of written language. For example, I did not know that both Greek and Cyrillic script (Russian alphabet) are both from Phoenician stock. From the Greek then came the Latin alphabet, which is the primary alphabet used in the Western Hemisphere (English, German, Romance languages). There are two things I noticed, while reading the article, that I feel are worth mentioning.

First, a personal insight that is founded solely on my own, mostly unimportant, coincidental connection between two texts:

The Wikipedia page lays out the Phoenician alphabet, along with its equivalents in Hebrew, Syriac, Arabic, South Arabic (which looks extremely different from the Arabic), Ge'ez (I don't know what this is, and it just gives a series of useless Unicode boxes for translation), Greek, Latin, and finally Cyrillic. Additionally, the table shows the Phoenician word that was associated with each letter. I found it fascinating to note that "ʾālep: ox" and "ʿayin: eye" were the Phoenician progenitors of the Greek derivatives "Alpha" and "Omega." In Revelation 22:13 it reads: "I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last." With some teaspoons of extrapolation and a fair dose of imagination, it may be seen that God is the Ox and the Eye, which are often seen as symbols for power and knowledge/wisdom. Therefore, the omnipotent attribute of God is seen in the meaning of Alpha/Ox (like an Alpha-male animal), while the omniscient attribute is described in the Omega/Eye.

Purely linguistic speculation, I found these connections due to my motivation, boredom, and my resources, memories of scriptures I had read. It was like a language-y Easter-egg hunt for me.

The second, more universal insight, and one that is founded in much more scholarly research, not to mention deductive common sense, is the following: Multiple languages have evolved from a common stock, a central stem. The thesis is a very basic one, but is intriguing to me nonetheless when it is compared to its cousins in the other fields of research.

When I picture a diagram of this fanning-out of language in my head, I picture a Darwinian tree of evolution. At the bottom there are the single-celled organisms. At the top there are millions of off-shoots, with a myriad of multi-cellular complexities. I imagine the organization and specialization of humanity to be made of much the same stuff. At the start of humanity, there was really just the one occupation: hunter-gatherer. As civilization began to aggregate, individuals devoted themselves towards a single area of expertise: farming grain, tanning animal hides, exchanging money. The same temporal dispersion holds true in chemistry. At the start of the universe there were only a few chemical elements, but as entropy took its course, more elements with more protons and neutrons formed. Finally, compounds began to form. Eventually, certain experts of those compounds made this computer I am typing at, allowing me to relay this message.

So the evolution of language partakes in the same model of evolution, the same model of child-bearing and multiplication. However, our globalization seems to be curbing, and perhaps even reversing that trend. Lots of languages seem to be dying out. Many smaller languages are becoming increasingly irrelevant, becoming either subsumed or entirely ignored by larger languages. I am not moralizing either way on whether or not this bodes well or ill for the future. Rather, for myself it is simply a very interesting shift in the evolution of language.

Perhaps in the future, instead of having a multiplication of languages, we will have a unification of languages into an end-all language of universal comprehension. The very term "language barrier" will be employed only in historical contexts. On the other hand, perhaps there will be a second Tower of Babel event. It may be that all of the languages will coalesce into such an easy and free parlance, that our civilization itself will not have the terminology to maintain itself; our laziness could send us spirally over the edge of linguistic equilibrium.

However, I think the more probable future would be one in which we hold onto the remnants of nearly-forgotten languages. The task is already being done, and it is being done entirely intentionally. The linguistic mutations of the past were sporadic and formed to serve the immediate purposes of their users. However, the linguistic evolution and maintenance of the future is and will be done with a deliberate hand and eye.

In addition, the old multiplication of language still continues, only in a different venue. The digital world, as well as the landscapes of science, architecture, and other growing fields, create neologisms constantly. Computer languages abound today, promising to grow in the future. It seems that, in the 21st century, they have burst forth like a sac of spider eggs. Their offspring have had plenty of software to cook up and commercialize.

Languages, despite dying out in some places, are being reborn in others. The possibilities for languages remain bright. In the classical condition of spoken and hand-written language that many traditional linguists relish, the drying up of many useless languages (curbed of course by intentional efforts of archiving them) seems inevitable. But the boundless capacity for all things to become reborn in something new and great? The new frontiers that are utilizing language itself is unprecedented ways? It is hard to believe that those concepts will ever die away; language will always revive itself in some new way.