Tuesday, April 1, 2014

De-evolution Defined


On October 14, 1978 an avant-garde pop band appeared on SNL to perform their version of the Rolling Stones “Satisfaction”.  The group was clad in hazmat suits and their robotic, herky-jerky movements were eye-catching, to say the least.  I learned the band’s name, Devo, was short for de-evolution.

I found the concept interesting; that mankind had reached its pinnacle and then began to regress, back down the slope it’d taken us millions of years to climb.  Initially, I was skeptical.  The moon landings and other scientific and engineering feats were still somewhat fresh in my mind.  At the same time, I wondered if this musical group from Ohio was on to something; that we had, at least from a societal viewpoint, peaked, and that it was all downhill from there.

In the years that have passed since that day, I have become convinced that we are in fact de-evolving.  The only question remaining is: when did it begin?  And so, in the immortal words of Rod Serling, the following stabs at the genesis of de-evolution are submitted for your approval:

July 16, 1945: The first atomic bomb detonation

At that moment, as a 20 kiloton explosion mushroomed into the New Mexico atmosphere, mankind unknowingly took a giant step backward.  True, nuclear physics have resulted in power production independent of fossil fuels, and opened the door to nuclear medicine, but it also handed Man the ability to utterly destroy himself and his environment in a matter of hours.  To paraphrase Genesis 3:22, Man had become (a God), to know good and evil.

1977: Disco takes over

Described by one music critic as “Muzak for a dry hump”, the symphonic demon of disco succeeded in choking every ounce of soul, style and melody from music.  While many differ on exactly when this crime against art first emerged, the cultural brain freeze reached its peak with the release of “Saturday Night Fever”, in which our hero is a blue collar worker by day and dances at night.  He dances.  At discos.  At night.  Many at the time thought disco was a sign of the apocalypse, myself included.

May 21, 1992: MTV unleashes “Real World”

Many people believe this was the first “reality” TV show, and it is, if you define reality TV as I do: It’s real in the sense that it’s unscripted, but not really real because the participants knew they were being filmed.  Had this been a reality show in the strictest sense, the cameras would had to have been hidden, but that would have resulted in a lot less showboating and incendiary drama, and therefore, sold a lot less zit cream and Jolt cola.

1999: World population reaches six billion

Not only had our numbers increased by a billion (a hefty 20% jump) in the span of 12 years, it happened at a time when a significant portion of us had to have been aware that fossils fuels, potable water, and arable land were dwindling.  Yet we pro-created our behinds off.  Congratulations, it’s a billion.

September 1, 2006: “Idiocracy” is released

This “satirical science fiction comedy” tells the story of two people who are kept in suspended animation for 500 years, and awake to a world populated by idiots. One may wonder why this particular movie (which is satire after all) made the list, and the answer is simple: Anyone who’s seen the movie has seen our future.  It’s easy to connect the dots; we as a species are in fact becoming dumber by the minute, and we’ve done little to change course.   I will forever be haunted by the scene of the skyscraper with a huge digital clock flashing “12:00”.

June 2009: The Forever Lazy is born

The fact that even one of these was actually sold is sufficient evidence for me that humankind has chosen to throw off the survivalist spirit which brought him up from the great primordial soup bowl, preferring instead to vegetate on the sofa wrapped in a “onesie for adults”.  I’m surprised they haven’t introduced a matching feedbag.

What is Man’s fate?  Are we destined to slide down the slippery slope of evolution, back into that primordial soup bowl?  Will we ever create the utopian paradise we claim to want?  Or will we all wind up enshrouded in a onesie, flopped down on a sofa, clutching a remote or iPad, just waiting to die?  Where there is ebb, there must be flow; where there is hope there must be change.

Be that change.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

The Excuse Jar

Is it just me, or does everybody seem to have a never-ending list of excuses ready to spring at a moment’s notice?  I forgot, I was wasted, I got a nosebleed.  And politicians are the worst, always ready to pop out some lame excuse with the deftness of a toothpick dispenser.  I was exhausted from the campaign, I was out of the loop, I swear I thought she was 18.

When it comes to contrived justification for shirking responsibility, we as a society have pretty much dialed it in.  But, I find I’m not as quick on the draw as in days past, so I’ve created an excuse jar, from which I can randomly extract a completely contrived and rationalized flimsy pretext for my short-comings and failings.  I suggest you do the same.  But, you can’t use mine; make your own:

* Bruce Willis marathon on FX
* Couldn’t find two matching socks
* Got urgent text from Zorkloff, Supreme Commander of the Klemidian Confederacy
* Busy contemplating the swirl patterns in Scott Caan’s hair
* Egg salad sandwich with Texas Pete not sitting well
* Still reeling over Cubs dismal season
* Checking eBay auction for 1916 quarter in mint condition
* Parking meter about to expire
* Forced to wear paisley as a child
* A little thing I do on the side for the State Dept.; can’t really talk about it
* Last time I did it, my gums were sore for a week
* Gotta practice my curling release
* Have that bloated, gassy feeling
* Moon is in Sagittarius with Virgo ascending
* Why don’t you ask Travis instead, since you can’t seem to take your eyes off him
* Still trying to figure out if it’s toe-MAY-toe or toe-MAH-toe
* Gave it up for Lent
* Despondent over Khloe and Lamar’s breakup
* Grout in shower not going to clean itself
* Weeding out expired pizza coupons
* Porphyrophobia

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Peace on Earth and Visions of Sugarplums


Tis the season.  For decking of halls and merry gentlemen resting, and riding horse-drawn sleighs over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house.  And, peace on earth and goodwill towards men.  We send glittery, brightly colored greeting cards to our loved ones adorned with these platitudes, and think, “It’s a pretty card”, and not ”What a joke.  Peace?  Seriously?”

When the first primitive man discovered he could take up a club or stone and use it to intimidate or bludgeon his neighbor into getting his way, the art of violence was created.  And Man can no more unlearn this art than he can unlearn any of our other more primal instincts.  Peace on earth?  As noble a longing as it be, it is more likely that we all wake up on Christmas morning and find that we’re all just  living in some cosmic snow globe for some deity’s amusement.

The reader will be forgiven for thinking me cynical.

In 1955 Jill Jackson Miller and Sy Miller penned a song called “Let There Be Peace on Earth” which was later popularized by Vince Gill.  The song’s lyrics - let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me – are striking in both the simplicity and the plaintive entreaty; that an outbreak of peace must begin with he who implores it.

So, in the immortal words of Steve Martin in his now famous SNL parody “If I had one wish that I could wish this holiday season” it would be that there would one day truly be peace on earth.  And that it would begin with me.

And you.