Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Dr. Seuss Stuff

So, recently I've become interested in the life and work of Theodore Geisel.

To be honest, I was not a huge fan of most of his work as a kid. I did enjoy the "Beginner Books" series, but aside from "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" my favorites from that line of books were "Are You My Mother?", and "Go, Dog Go!", both of which were written by P.D Eastman.

These stories resonated with my younger self because of their entertaining and resonating messages on self-worth and identity.  These stories stimulate the imagination while simultaneously teaching the fundamentals of language, as well as interpersonal and spacial relationships.

So what was wrong with Dr. Seuss when I was a kid and what has changed my perception of him as an adult?

Read on:


I'll start with Dr. Seuss' most popular work for children.

("The Cat in the Hat" or as I like to call it: "The Creepy Dude Who Breaks Into Your House When Your Parents Aren't Home.")

Exhibit A: The Cat

What's wrong with "The Cat" in the hat? Well, first of all, he's not a cat. Nope.

He's tall, cats aren't tall. He walks on two legs, cats walk on four. He has hands, cats don't have hands. He talks, cats don't talk. And, perhaps most importantly, he breaks into your house when your parents are away and cats....well...you get the picture.

The "Cat in the Hat" is a man. A man who was, apparently, waiting for your mom to leave so he could invite himself into your house and take liberties with all your stuff.

Now, I know what you thinking... "Oh, silly Mormonhippie, you have no imagination. This is creative. Isn't that what a cat would do? If he were a humanoid cat, he would pretend like he owned everything in the house."

No, and no.

Firstly, my imagination works fine (This is the stuff nightmares are made of. The cat is a serial killer! I swear I  will one day find him on Megan's List.) Secondly, it's clear, even to my 3-7 year-old self, that the only reason he's a "cat" is because Dr. Seuss needed to find a word that rhymed with "hat".

Want more proof he's a man?
( I rest my case.)

Exhibit B: The Story-line's Freudian elements

A few years ago, while doing research for some random, unrelated project. I found this:
http://www.contrib.andrew.cmu.edu/~norm/CatInHat.html
(Yes, I did get funny looks in the library when I laughed uncontrollably about this.)

The bottom line for me is that while other people see Dr. Seuss' work as purely a creative and spontaneous expression, I see it as deliberately psudo-psychedelic. And the research I have done on his life and work so far has only confirmed that perception.

Q: So what changed my perception of Dr. Seuss' books?

A: Dr. Seuss Movies, (not the live action ones!).

Not only do they make the stories more accessible, they also highlight the themes that to often (I am ashamed to admit) went over my head as a kid.

They encouraged me to read up on more of Dr. Seuss' work (You know, outside of his "Begginer Books") So I rented all the Dr. Seuss books I could find at my local library and did research. And you know what? That dude wrote about some pretty deep stuff!

 I'll break down the one's I found most interesting here:

US Foreign Policy: "Horton Hears a Who" and "Horton Hatches an Egg".

Yes, Horton is the "Republican" so to speak. (Theodore Gessil was a Democrat) These two stories depict how America should behave toward the less fortunate in the world.

(I entertain myself wondering how "Horton Hatches an Egg" would fare in a movie adaption, I would particularly like a literal explanation of how *Spoiler alert: Mazie's baby became an elephant: END Spoiler Alert*)


Healthcare Accessibility: "You're Only Old Once"
This one was especially endearing to me, as I work in the health care industry and share some of the frustration depicted by the elderly Mr. Geisel as he tries to navigate the confusing world of western medicine.

My favorite quote from that book, I hope you enjoy:

They'll start questionnairing!
They will ask you point blank, how your parts are all fairing.

And your grandfather's parts. And Please try to recall if your grandma hurt most in spring or fall. Did your cousins have dreadful wild nightmares at night? Did they suffer such ailments as Bus Driver's Blight, Chimney Sweep's Stupor, or Prune Picker's Plight? And describe the main cause of your uncle's collapse. Too much alphabet soup? Or martinis. perhaps?


Environmentalism and the Consumerist Mentality: The Lorax

Before watching the movie, all I remembered from this story was that there was a really creepy guy with green hands who lived in a tower.

(With an imagination, this story automatically becomes PG-13)

Turns out the story is, like, a parable about the unwise use of environmental resources. The creepy dude seen above is "The Once-Ler". He is a 'Once'-ler because he insists on depleting the resources around him instead of using them more then once (i,e. in a sustainable way).

Even more interesting to me, is that the story (while largely about environmental impact and personal responsibility) presents the allegorical 'enviornmentalist' vs. 'businessman'  in an intelligent and non-condescending manner.

The Lorax is not a wise, all-knowing figure. In fact, he is quite an annoying character (Not un-like the stereotypical environmentalist!), he also doesn't actively do anything (aside from provide the voice of warning to the consumer/businessman) and he does NOT at any point in the original story present any compromise or solution to the dilemma WHATSOEVER!

In contrast, "The Once-Ler" as a character (aside from having a 'tude with The Lorax, and the whole creepy-hands thing) seems fairly benign.

(*Until he blindly chops down every last one of the exotic truffula trees.)

Every time The Lorax comes to speak with the Once-ler he's doing something I would consider useful.
One time the Lorax visits he's working in his office, the next he's fixing something in his pipe-shed, etc.

The Once-Ler is intelligent, and doesn't shy away from doing hard work. He's "being quite useful". He's not intentionally trying to hurt anyone, he's just living his life and trying to be successful at what he's good at. He resentfully ignores the warnings of the Lorax because, in his perception, the Lorax is just a jerk who doesn't want him to be successful. The same way some well meaning people whom I have respect for (I'm looking at you Rush Limbaugh) often discount what environmentalists without analytically assessing the environmental situation and their role in it.

My favorite quote in "The Lorax" touches on the misguided intentions of the protagonist.

I meant no harm. I most truly did not. But I had to grow bigger. So bigger I got. I biggered my factory. I biggered my roads. I biggered my wagons. I biggered the loads...I went right on biggering ... selling more Thneeds. And I biggered my money, which everyone needs.
So, guess what I appreciate most about Dr. Seuss work is his insight into human nature. Horton teaches us that we have the capacity to be kind (both collectively and individually), and that our kindness does make a difference.  Dr. Seuss knew that we all like to feel in control of our lives and bodies, the loss of control can be humiliating, but he found a way to see humor in this situation and so can we. The Lorax and, perhaps more importantly, The Once-Ler teach us that greed can take creativity and hard-work and turn them into a destructive force.

These are the types of topics most people would write an essay or a research paper about. They are important, they elicit thoughtful consideration, and the solutions are not easy.  He could have written an article, a research paper etc. But he chose to write a story, a children's story. Something short, concise, and accessible to children (and as it turns out, adults as well) yet thought provoking enough that people are still wonder about it twenty years after his death.



But that cat? Ugh, still not sure what he was on about. ;-)



Saturday, February 18, 2012

Question Marks and Exclamation Points

This picture brings a couple of things to mind. Some of them are hard to articulate in any other way then...

WHY?!?!

Why would someone choose this?!?  The concept is really confusing to me.

I realize there are quite a few people who do it and have no reservations but I personally struggle to understand it. Forever, there will be a person with 'your name on it' (So to speak) who you....the donor...will have nothing to do with.

Back when I was taking Anatomy, I had a lab partner who, along with her husband, had donated their respective gametes to a service like this.

The answer, for my lab partner, was money. Both the husband and wife were going to school and needed help paying tuition and expenses for themselves and their children.

I remember thinking, and trying to empathize: "Wow, it must be really tempting, having a simple procedure done and not have to worry about how you're going to pay for school."

Then recently I saw the picture above...and saw how much you actually get for it.

4500 dollars?

 That's all?? That's NOTHING?!

 REALLY?!

UGH, Just NO!!

I cannot conceive of such a sacrifice with so feeble a compensation!

Pathetic!

Monday, February 13, 2012

Re-Writer's Block

So frustrating. I have so much inspiration for writing but I can't find the write (right, sorry...) way to say it right now. I'm still editing my nano novel and I've discovered that I'm writing the main character too mellow.

*(Note: the main character is an Evil Lizard Person who was/is the villain in my 2010 nano novel. Whenever I read the lines he speaks in that book I cringe and visualize poking his eyeballs with a pin. He is NOT a nice guy. He's a two faced, back-stabbing, insincere, lying, obnoxious, hypocritical, EVIL lizard person.  How did I make him mellow? Really!)

The truth is, pretty early on I knew he wasn't going to stay a bad guy forever. In fact, in my Script frenzy (which I didn't finish all the way) he actually turns good. (I was so proud of myself for making that part happen and not having it feel too cheesy)

But 'My Life Among the Animals' is a Prequel. He's got to be TOTALLY obnoxious and evil in it or else it just ruins the whole point of writing his story in the first place. The character arc won't be complete.

I guess I should have waited, wrote this story first and then the Scriptfrenzy sequel. Now that I know what the problem is, I can write him a little more true to character. I'll have to re-arrange some things in the story-line though.

Just for kicks: here are pictures of three different kind of wristwatches.

Analogue
Steampunk
And Digital
Interesting, huh?

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Movie I Watched by Accident

 Have you ever seen the movie, 'Little Miss Sunshine'?

I can't say I recommend it for everyone. I saw the TV version of it a few years ago, when I was sitting with a non-combative patient and I was actually able to watch the whole thing. Apparently it has a lot of curse words because it seemed like (at a few parts of the movie at least) every other word was bleeped out. (That was pretty annoying).

I wouldn't want to watch it casually. It's one of those deep-thinking movies and it has a few moments that are so memorable and iconic, they have stuck with me.

 Its all about this really messed up family going on a road trip and getting closer together.

The thing that made it cool for me was the brother and sister relationship. The brother realizes how screwed up his family is and wants out. His goal is to become a Air Force pilot and, in some kind of a warped protest, he does not speak at all for the first half of the movie. I found it kind of funny how he didn't need to talk to convey emotion and mood, and even to communicate.

The sister (little miss sunshine) is busy just being the best-est, happiest little girl she can possibly be. She is overweight and not exceptionally attractive, but her optimism and winning personality have given her a spot on in a beauty contest...in California. So the whole family; Mom, Dad, Post-suicidal Uncle, and Drug-addict Grandpa all load up in the family van and head out.

I don't know what it is about road trip stories, but I like them :-D

There's this part in the movie where the boy and his sister are playing with those little dot cards that test for color blindness and the brother can't see the numbers.
(It's the number seven, just in case you were wondering)

Then he learns he's color blind, and his goal of becoming a military pilot is not achievable.

I only saw the movie once and it was a couple of years ago but I still remember how he freaks out and screams with just this complete anguish. And the family pulls the van over to the side of the road (see the picture I put together below.) Mom and Dad are mindful of their schedule and deadlines and try, unsuccessfully, to talk him back into the car. Then the 'Little Miss Sunshine', just lays her head on her brother's shoulder in a show of support.


(Iconic moment number one...Care about someone this way?)



Thursday, January 19, 2012

The Year I Made the Dean's List (And wasn't even trying.)

Way back in the day when I was, like, fourteen years old. (nine years ago...wow.)  I started going to the local community college. At first, I took relatively easy courses. But as time passed, I got my license and my enrollment status increased, I took the opportunity to do a very stupid thing.

I enrolled full time, VERY full time.

The way I saw it, my life was on a schedule. If I took a full set of credits at one school and completed training as a Certified Nurse Assistant at another; at the end of term I could get "real" job and be "on target" with my career goals.

And it worked out, kinda.

I did get through my English, Science, Behavioral science, Equine science, and CNA Program classes. I passed all of them with good grades. (Very good, actually.) But it cost me a lot.

Two days a week, I was at the school from about 8 am to 11pm. The three other days I was in school from 7am to 3pm.  When I got home, I studied.

I didn't sleep in a bed, I slept in front of a computer doing assignments. Or on the floor. I believe one of my brother's still has a picture of me with my head laying on the computer desk, holding a pencil because I had fallen asleep taking notes.

I rarely went to church. (Gratefully I was able to seminary from a manual that semester. I actually got a lot more out of it then I did when I went to classes in the morning.)

I did gain a lot from that semester. I discovered that I love writing, all kinds.  I love studying people and how they interact.  I love learning (too much!). I got to meet some really weird people, and I got to help some really weird people.

At the end of the semester I got a manila envelope in the mail. Inside there was a certificate. Apparently, through my own sheer stupidity, I had met all the requirements for the dean's list.

The accomplishment didn't make me happy. Actually, I totally resented it.

I wasn't  trying to accomplish a feat (W.O.W reference ;)) I was just working as hard as I could. Then it struck me that virtually no one was proud of what I was doing. (No one, besides my Mom and Dad, even acknowledged that I was taking college courses at sixteen years of age. No one took me aside and said "I know this is hard, I'm proud of you, I believe in you.")

This little paper was the only acknowledgement I had in that area. To the rest of the world, my dreams, my accomplishments meant very little.

I ended up buying a "deans list" charm for $40(I used to keep a charm bracelet, I think I wore it two times in my life.) to remind me of the experience.  Unfortunately, this experience has repeated itself many times.

 Now when someone tells me about their dreams: I get exited about it, because it's a precious thing. Once a guy told me he wanted to go to a university and become an optometrist and I shouted at him "REALLY? That is so cool!" The look on his face was pretty priceless.

Big revelation: Sometimes the effort is not worth it, but when it is, own it.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Diabetes and Dialysis

I work at a nursing home and when someone gets sick I am responsible for sending them out to the hospital.

Once after sending someone out, the LVN and I were working on paperwork and the CNA asked:
"Why are so many Dialysis people diabetic?" (If you don't know, dialysis is a procedure that filters waste from the blood by any number of methods...areustillreadingthis?ok.itsabouttogetlessboringipromise...the most common being directly from the blood through an artificial shunt or catheter. People often get sick after undergoing dialysis because the filtering process takes out so many chemicals from the blood and their body can't handle it.)

"Well, you know, that's what causes renal failure."

"What?"

"Yeah, those big sugar globules in your blood? They get caught in the renal tubules, in your kidneys, and make it so your urine can't filter out of your blood."

On thing I should probably add: this co worker admitted to me that she has been a diabetic since she was a child and has never sought treatment or lived a "diabetic lifestyle".

She didn't say anything, but the look on her face told me that this was the first she'd ever heard of such a thing. People have a tenancy to dismiss chronic illness when they don't feel symptoms. They say stuff like, "Its not a big deal for me", and "You only live once", but they never think of that when they really come to terms with their own mortality.

(I'm going to have to edit myself here because I could really go into specifics...but it would take too long.)

I didn't tell my co worker the rest of the pathophys. That high glucose levels damage every capillary bed in your body...your brain, your heart, your fingertips causing vascular disease and tissue death.

What we did talk about (a little bit, it was kind of a crazy night): that diabetes today is a very manageable illness. Because it is fairly common, it's been studied extensively. There are tons of alternatives that make living a lifestyle in which a diabetic person can keep their glucose levels under control much easier.  And that is what prevents massively dehabilitated state I see a lot of people in.

I don't want to be the one to go around "YOU WILL DIE A TERRIBLE DEATH IF YOU DO SUCH AND SUCH!" (Well, actually, I kind of would, but people don't respond to that very well. ;D ) but it's amazing how powerful, and applicable, a simple fact can be to the person who doesn't know it yet.

It was kind of nice because the next day, she showed up to work with a whole wheat sandwich, with lots of romaine lettuce!  Made me feel real good.


Monday, January 2, 2012

Please Know This....

If I talk like the Lizard People are real...

(It's because they are)

If it annoys you...

(too bad)