Tuesday, December 11, 2007

"Nip it in the bud! Nip it!"

Dr. Will had a great "Why We Watch" entry on his blog this week. It's all about "The Andy Griffith Show," and here's the entire entry--I didn't edit anything out, because I think it's all good and all worth reading.

Andy & Barney: Two Decisive Strategies for Rage

The classic television program "The Andy Griffith Show," was a textbook illustration of the dynamics of human anger. It offers two distinct models, Andy Taylor and Barney Fife, for responding to the inner impulses of human anger. As you read these descriptions, assess your own response.

Are you more like Sheriff Taylor or Deputy Fife?

The answer not only tells you a great deal about yourself, it also becomes the starting place for your own healing.

First, however, let’s consider the setting of the show. The town of Mayberry is in North Carolina, and the name is a significant clue. Seen as a two word phrase, it sounds like and becomes "may bury," as in "something may bury you." What is the meaning of this illusion? Clearly it refers to the different approaches to life pursued by the two lead characters. So let’s look at them now.

Andy Taylor: Pacifist Hero

The hero in the show is clearly Sheriff Andy Taylor, a widowed father who served as the sheriff of this little home town. His style is easy going, even tempered, and peace loving. Even as a lawman, Andy always seeks a non-violent solution to all problems. Regardless of how belligerent a criminal might be, his style is to use reason and good will to resolve the crisis. He does not carry a gun in what is a radical statement about his priorities. In essence, Andy represents the model of calm and healthy repression of inner rage impulses.

Barney Fife: Edgy Cop

In vivid contrast to his supervisor is the style of Deputy Barney Fife. He is nervous, perpetually agitated, and easily provoked. He not only carries a weapon, he is quick to brandish it. There is little doubt that Barney would be willing to pull the trigger long before Andy. His anger is percolating and palpable. Left unchecked, it is very likely that Barney would become engaged in physical altercations on a routine basis as part of his work. There is little doubt, for instance, that Barney would very likely beat Otis, the alcoholic, on a consistent basis with his fists or some professional law enforcement implement. Barney represents the model of unbridled, expressive anger with minimal repression of his inner rage impulses.

The preference for Andy’s method of responding to his inner anger is made clear in both the emotional style and physical appearance of the two men. On the one hand, Andy is warm, kind, and evidently at peace with himself. He is also a robust and physically healthy individual. By comparison, Barney is fidgety, panicky, and ill at ease with all but the most benign strangers. And his physical appearance suggests an eating disorder or, more likely, irritable bowel syndrome as a result of his excitable, neurotic inner conflict.

In treating these two, Andy might have to work on unresolved issues of grief over the loss of his wife, Barney would very likely be medicated. Imagine the renewed Barney on Prozak? He has gained forty pounds, he is visibly calmer and more pleasant to be around. As a result, even the troublesome members of the community would approach him with greater respect. He would have gained the resources to containing his eruptive anger, and calmed his digestive system at the same time.

There is no doubt that "The Andy Griffith Show" is a convincing allegory for balanced repression of human anger in contrast to the evident futility of allowing it to rise up too easily. All the other characters in the show serve as foils for this fundamental lesson. All are either uncomplicated innocents or impotent simpletons. The benevolence of the rural surroundings accentuates that this is not a place where you can expect to have your anger provoked by any antagonistic behavior.

Mayberry is a place where Goober Pyle and Floyd Lawson safely walk the streets. This only serves to accentuate the purity of the anger issue. It is never provoked in Mayberry. And here now we answer the question about that name. The answer is that Barney’s style of unrepressed anger may bury him before his time.

Teletherapy asks you the same questions:

Are you in denial about your anger?
Do you know which television shows caused this condition?
Are your current viewing choices threatening to bury you too?

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I'll add one thing to Dr. Will's questions. Are you an Andy or a Barney? Think about it.

Let the big dog eat

Ken likes to order Christmas presents from Big Dogs, and they have a new T-shirt that made us both laugh:

We were talking at work yesterday about Michael Vick's conviction and 23-month sentence. We are all appalled by his actions, of course, but I had read something about the nature of the environment from which he came. Apparently, if you come from a poor urban neighborhood and you happen to make it big (by whatever means), you don't leave your friends behind. If they come around wanting your money or just to hang out or to set up an illegal betting ring, you don't turn your back on them.

While I admire Vick's loyalty to his friends, there comes a time when you have to realize that sometimes you have to distance yourself. I understand that this was the culture in which he was raised, but they were doing horrible things to these animals, and Vick was not just a bystander to it, he was a participant. I find it terribly sad that such a talented athlete, who had so many things going for him, was unable to break away from people like that. Should he be banned from the NFL? I'll put a poll up. But I don't think so. Let him serve his time and learn that what he did was wrong. He's accepting full responsibility for his actions, so I think he's well on his way. If he can stay fit in prison--and I'm certain that he can--he can come back and have a career. I think he has an opportunity to do what O.J. Simpson was unable to do: accept his punishment and resume his place in society. Simpson has been effectively shunned by the American public because we (at least most of us, or at least anyone with even a rudimentary understanding of DNA testing) believe he's guilty, and we believe that he got away with it. We don't like it when justice is not served.

I feel that in the case of Vick, it was served, and I hope he can move on after he gets out. Personally, I think he deserves the chance. What do you think?

Addendum

Positive thoughts to all of our fellow Midwesterners. Ice storms are not fun--we were out of our house for four days back in 2001. We hope that things ease up, and that the power comes back on soon.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Secret Word of the Day

(Pee-Wee)

I had no problem on the roads this morning. Yay! There was definitely ice here and there, but even our rural road seemed to have been salted. In talking to people at work who had been out and about on the weekend, it was crazy slick. A few people fell, but everyone was okay. I was talking to one of our nice security guards at work this morning, and he said they'd double-salted the parking lot, but that when he got there the night before, it was like a skating rink. We're supposed to get more of...whatever it ends up being...tonight. At first it was sleet and freezing rain. This afternoon I heard snow and sleet. I guess we'll just wait and see what happens! Life is lahk an Indiana winter--you never know what you're gonna get. <doing her best Forrest Gump voice>

At the risk of sounding like Andy Rooney, have you ever encountered that certain tribe of people who seem to relish getting into a debate with you? They will say deliberately provocative things in order to create drama where none exists, and they do the verbal equivalent of poking a snake with a stick. I work with someone like that, and I've run into them in other places, as I'm sure we all have. What tickles me is that when you finally refute their inaccurate statements (the recent situation was the comment, "People from Iowa are really mean." I said, "Oh, [person's name], they are not. I know people from Iowa and they're really nice.") with a simple statement of fact, they usually tend to react in a very juvenile way, using childish phrases, I guess because they can't think of an intelligent response, or they just have nothing to back up their statements. It makes me think of the line from one of my favorite movies: "I know you are, but what am I?" from "Pee-Wee's Big Adventure."

Wha--? Pee-Wee?? AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! Take it, Pee-Wee!

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Ice Ice Baby

Let me just say right away that I think that song was one of the biggest musical plagiaries of the century. Okay.

A good day, and we were very happy to be able to stay in the entire weekend. It was raining this morning, but it was cold enough that it formed a layer of ice on the deck railing and on the roads. It's supposed to end tonight, and Ken put some salt on the driveway where I back out of the garage, so let's hope the roads will be good for us all on the way to work tomorrow morning!

We didn't get the tree up, but Ken will do that next weekend while I'm working, and we'll decorate it when I get home. Ken got the shelf hung above the TV, and it looks really nice. I had a good talk with Mom and Dad, and they're doing well. I got most of the work done on the Christmas cards, and I'll be able to mail those this week. What a relief to get that done, or at least 90% done! Oh, and when I worked last weekend, Ken made Chex party mix, or as we call it in my family, Scramble. I haven't made it for some time, but Shane makes it every year and always gives us some. Ken was at the grocery store and decided it sounded good, so he wanted to make some. It turned out great, and we ate most of it up during the week. Ken made some more today, and we shared stirring duty--now we have another big container of it. Yum. I'm not big on baking at Christmas, because neither of us is that much into cookies or candies, and it seems that there is always plenty of that stuff at work--no point in having it around our house where we would eat way too much of it for our own good! I'm just so relieved that I've started dropping the ten pounds I put on when we quit smoking, so I don't want to jeopardize that by eating a bunch of junk and empty calories.

I've got a beef roast in the crockpot, and we'll get Kim and Steve's presents wrapped and packaged, then we'll watch the Colts. Here's hoping that everyone had a safe and happy weekend!

A video to go with the picture

After posting the giant bunny picture below, and the lyrics to "White Rabbit," it made me want to find a video of the song. I thought of the song because a few nights ago, it was the closing music for the episode of "The Sopranos" that we watched, and it reminded me of what a powerful song it is. I think it's one of the best songs to come out of the sixties. I love the way it starts, slow and sinister, first just the bass, then the drums come in, then the guitar hook...it builds as it goes along, and by the end, Grace Slick is just belting it out. Her voice is probably the best part of the song. Gracie could bring it, no doubt about it. Yeah, I know it "glorifies" the drug culture and supposedly advocates hallucinogenic drug usage. Whatever. It's rock and roll. Enjoy.

I have a dream, too

A few days ago, I mentioned that Barack Obama was on the cover of Time magazine, and that I was looking forward to reading the article. It was indeed interesting, with some nice poll results and quotes. For example, one poll of likely Iowa voters found 31% feeling that he was the most honest Democratic candidate, twice the number who felt Clinton is, and three-quarters felt he was candid in his comments. That's probably the main thing I find appealing about him--he isn't afraid to tell people what they don't want to hear, instead of making empty promises and pandering. He assumes that people are intelligent enough to learn about and understand the issues.

However, the more interesting article to me was a viewpoint written by Shelby Steele, who was also born to a white mother and a black father. He writes about struggling to find an identity--white or black? I wonder how many times the author and Obama were told to "keep with their own kind," only to wonder what exactly that was?

This raises a greater issue to me: our propensity for defining a person by their race, gender, or religion. All three issues (or non-issues, as far as I'm concerned) are being raised in this campaign. I've heard people say they won't vote for Clinton because she's a woman. I've heard others say they won't vote for Romney because he's a Mormon, or Huckabee because he's a Baptist. Still others won't vote for Obama because he's black, and they often go on to ridicule his name.

Are we that ignorant and narrow-minded? Are we unable to see the big picture? Are we so judgmental that we condemn someone merely because of the way they look or because they have a "funny" name? Apparently so, and I think that's just sad. I've always felt that America was a bigger country than that, and that Americans were open to other experiences, other cultures, and other ways of life, rather than being mired in our own personal experience--which in the larger scheme of things is a very tiny corner of the world. Or maybe I've just always hoped for that, and it's never really been that way. Silly me for expecting better from people.

I will continue to appreciate those who are able and willing to look beneath the surface and see the true measure of a man, or of a woman. Those are the people that can see the path we need to follow, and the direction in which we need to go. Those are the people whose ideals and vision have written our history, and will shape what we can--and should--be in the future: a better world for everyone.

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Go Ask Alice

One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call
Call Alice, when she was just small

When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice, I think she'll know

When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen's "Off with her head"
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head, feed your head
 
                           "White Rabbit" Jefferson Airplane