Author Topic: 20 Questions with Alan

sam

20 Questions with Alan
« on: June 07, 2024 »

Alan and I worked in the same midtown Manhattan bookshop* yonks ago. That wasn't the name of the shop; a yonk is an indeterminate unit of time which may be unfamiliar to most Americans.

It took Mark Zuckerberg to reintroduce us. I learned that Alan taught English in Japan, went to seminary and ministered to a flock in Idaho, and now lives in Oregon as a brain surgeon. Or at least that's what I imagine it's like teaching high school kids.

My first question is: do you ever look in the mirror and see Leonard Cohen? (I think they bear a resemblance. In fact I can't now look at Leonard and not see Alan in that hat.)

That won't take long, so my joint first question is: How do you feel about social media?




*I wonder how many of the old ones are still around. My resumé included Biography Bookshop, appropriately enough.

Those who pay attention to such things will note that I've opted for the single accent aigu, which style guides inform me is the least popular spelling. So bee it.

Alan Handman

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Re: 20 Questions with Alan
« Reply #1 on: June 09, 2024 »
Leonard Cohen, eh? Well, you zeroed in on the one person I would choose to be if I could be anyone but myself. Actually there are quite a few of those, but Leo of Montreal is definitely in the top tier. I guess I can see the resemblance, although he was about a foot shorter, a few decades older and a good stretch more talented. It saddened me that Cohen died in relative poverty, having been ripped off by an unscrupulous manager and forced to sing for his supper in his eighties instead of contemplating the leaves and rain at Mt. Baldy. I hope his Jewish Zen helped him through. In any case, I have purchased about a dozen of his albums over my lifetime (his first being the best, followed by Old Ideas) so I calculate, by mean royalty rate, I have bought Leonard the equivalent of a nice lunch at an L.A. restobar. That is something.

Social media. Hmm.... I make an effort to check in with it only very occasionally. It is good to know what folks from my distant past are up to, and the sometimes surprising directions their lives have taken. Otherwise stable people in middle age are apt to do strange and atypical things that seemingly come out of nowhere. A recent posting from a young woman (well, now a 62 year old like me) who I remember from university as a rather mousy soul of amorphous shape revealed that she has now taken up professional body building with results I'll call surprising. I didn't see that one coming. Likewise many of my old friends from our New York salad days must have blinked when I announced that I had become a minister in Idaho. Rest assured no one saw THAT one coming. Yet another acquaintance from my freshman year, a political rabble rouser even then, has since become a national figure in the current protests. It has been said: The older we get, how little we change.

The dark side of SM is the purveyance of horrific amounts of vitriol, misinformation and one-sided political rants that might make some think every last former school chum has gone completely insane. Then there my perception of a collective effort to convince me that the whole planet sans myself is having the best life ever. I realize much of that is balderdash, having personally witnessed a family member post a joyous picture of the wife and himself celebrating a birthday on the night before she left him for a local burger shop owner. Even so, it can be a tough pill.

With that said, having just had a birthday myself, it was nice to know (via social media, of course!) that someone other than the Liberty Mutual Emu remembered and wished me well. I suppose like so many things in live, social media is a mixed bag.

I'll sum it up this way: Social media is a bit like junk food - not bad if supplementing a basically healthy diet, but one doesn't want to live on it.

sam

20 Questions with Alan
« Reply #2 on: June 11, 2024 »
How frightened should we be
of Generation Z?
Will they save the planet
or eat us in our sleep?


We prefer you kicking and screaming, thanks

Alan Handman

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Re: 20 Questions with Alan
« Reply #3 on: June 16, 2024 »
Having been born on the threshold of a generation, just south of the line where Boomer (1946 to 1964) meets Gen X, (1965 - 1980) I have always been a bit reticent to generalize about people according to these artificial guidelines. A person born in 1946 would have pretty strong recollections of a world without rock n' roll, hippies, casual drugs and widespread cynicism. A person born at the end of the Boomer corridor, 1964, would know little else, not to mention the advent of color TV! Despite my technical residency in Boomerdom, I've always related more to Gen X. Boomers, in my view, were people who could pay for college with a half-hearted part-time job sweeping classroom floors, find a somewhat livable pad for 300 bucks a month, and stay in grad school until draft eligibility expired at 27. By the time I finished high school college was already outrageously overpriced, rents had gone into the stratosphere without any increase in minimum wage, and fear of an induction notice was replaced by the dreaded result of an AIDS test. That sounds Gen X-y to me.

My partner Kat stands on a similar Pew Research generational borderline, hers between Millennial (1981-1996) and Gen Z (1997-2010). She would certainly opt for Gen Z, (since Millennials, as we all know, are the WORST!). Not for her are flash mobs, planking, or (lest we vomit) Pokemon Go. Consistent with the earlier gen are the tatts, the piercings, the no-hair-below-the-eyebrows body grooming; in line the more recent gen, she has never known a world without tech, Zoom calls, or dating apps. A visitor from another world, observing her going through her day, could be forgiven for thinking her Android phone was some kind of bodily appendage. Yet somewhat more atypically she is a ferocious Libertarian, gun rights advocate and free-market Ayn Randian. "You will never find me taking an Uber to go on a date with a guy from Tinder at an independent start-up Pho restaurant and talk with him about the evils of Capitalism."

So what to make of this next to latest generation? Will they devour us alive? Well, that would involve them first getting off their devices, which might be asking a bit much. But for those who can work up the gumption, I do think there may be some cause for worry. At some point, good parenting became associated with treating your six year old like they are a wise, well-informed human being whose opinions and feelings are worthy of very serious consideration and mollification. Not surprisingly, such children grow into adults who maintain the same attitude, absent of any sort of humility or awareness that those who have been around awhile longer might actually know something they do not. Wholehearted, sweeping beliefs regarding gender, economics, international relations and racial structural oppression, inculcated by Millennial teachers, are joyously embraced with uncritical fanaticism. Any pointing out of logical inconsistencies or factual accuracies is met with "Well, given your AGE you probably can't understand...." rather than engaging with the ideas. Also (and to me this is most mystifying) at some point being young became not about rebelling against the powers that be but rather becoming the powers that be. When did brash youth become all about empowering The Man to rule over our choices, speech, even what we might possibly be THINKING? Can people who seriously put forth the notion that physical gender is a social construct, that medical care should be distributed according to a bureaucratic decision on quality of life, or that Maoist Communism might be worth another try, be people into whose hands I can bequeath my old age?

As I write, the television is covering someone expressing an unpopular opinion at a climate conference. A few feet behind the speaker is a young woman of about twenty, spitting at his back and with a facial expression that allows me to pretty easily picture her in a Khmer Rouge uniform about to machine gun a trench full of villagers. An expression attributed to Voltaire, a translation from the somewhat ambiguous French original, goes along the lines of "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities."

Gen Z believes a lot of absurdities.

sam

20 Questions with Alan
« Reply #4 on: June 21, 2024 »
I've thought a lot about this next question, all the ways it could be phrased, and finally decided to simply ask:

Trump?

Alan Handman

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Re: 20 Questions with Alan
« Reply #5 on: June 21, 2024 »
Trump is the egomaniacal blowhard cartoon caricature who occasionally makes some very sound policy and judicial choices. Biden is a wilted head of cabbage whose only function is to rubber stamp the most ridiculous wet dreams of his Millennial through Gen Z faction and commit national suicide. Would be nice to have better choices, but that's who we have over here. So for me, as with 2016 and 2020, Trump it is.

Personally, I can go for months without ever talking politics or Trump, but someone always has to drag me in by hook or by crook. I've become fairly skillful at avoiding rhetorical traps and attempts to "feel me out" from work colleagues, but there's always someone who can't let it go. I have a sister who literally bursts into tears when she mentions his name. Not just sniffles, but deep heartfelt grief from the depth of her soul. On holiday visits, I can't get the fork from the Christmas ham to my mouth before a tirade begins. For her, 2016 to 2020 was the equivalent of going through a holocaust, the likes of which must never happen again. Virtually every social media contact from my college/New York bookstore days is in the throes of complete, barking at the moon derangement.

I don't know. It seemed to me that until the VIRUS was dumped on us from China, the economy was going pretty well, housing and cars were affordable, the borders were relatively secure, and our global enemies were backing off. His SCOTUS picks had as solid credentials as one could find. That's pretty much what I expect from a president, and sure as shinola ain't what I'm getting now. As for Trump's "flubbed COVID" response, I'm not sure what un-flubbed would look like. Every time a new variant comes up, it spreads all over the country in weeks regardless of Biden/Harris being in office. I guess the virus isn't keeping up with CNN.

Is Trump unseemly? Yes. I wish he wouldn't be so evocative of Archie Bunker and take so much delight in "poking the bear" where the press is concerned. But being from Queens NY myself, I get the temptation. I think this may actually be the root of the derangement. A blue-collar (seeming) shlub has dared to tread upon the rarified ground of the Harvard/Yale D.C. dinner party set. In any event, if Trump doesn't make it, Biden will step down about a year into his second term, and let the "border czar" take over. Then we will discover what rock bottom actually looks like.

sam

Re: 20 Questions with Alan
« Reply #6 on: June 24, 2024 »
On to something lighter. The sitrep: bombs have started falling on the homeland. Fortunately you had the good sense to buy a house with an old bomb shelter, which you've been using as a pool room, so lots of munchies with infinite shelf life to stave off those hunger pangs. The neighbours weren't so fortunate. Oh, they also had a shelter; but they turned theirs into an actual pool, and one can only stay under water so long. They're pounding on the door like there's no tomorrow. It's up to you if there will be, for them.

My question is: are you going to let them into your cozy life-saving room? Or is this finally your chance to teach them not to let their dog in your yard?

Alan Handman

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Re: 20 Questions with Alan
« Reply #7 on: June 26, 2024 »
If we are talking about an extinction level event I would probably remedy the situation by swallowing a bullet, and be damned with whatever anyone else wants to do in those last remaining weeks with whatever I've left behind. Cormac McCarthy's apocalypses have pretty much solidified my unwillingness to go stolidly into the Awful.

If we're talking about something survivable that may require a rough couple of years, I'd have to evaluate. As with so many unthinkable scenarios, the answer would depend on relationship. Who is this neighbor we are talking about? The guy in the bagel shop who can't stop blabbing about how idiotic my politics are? My rangy aging-cowgirl neighbor with the flaming rose tattooed between her breasts? Are there kids? Are they a personality I could trust to have my back under desperate conditions? For that matter, does anybody including myself know who we are until we have been in desperate, balls to the wall situations? I fear what I may find out. I tend to be better at talk than walk.

     I say "Give me a stringbean! I'm a hungry man!"
     A shotgun fired and away I ran.
         -B.Dylan, "Talking World War III Blues"

Don't know if that helps.






sam

20 Questions with Alan
« Reply #8 on: June 29, 2024 »
I'm going to take a leap of faith that you saw Family Feud growing up, and would agree with me that anyone other than Richard Dawson at the helm is just wrong.


According to that excellent overview, the title of which is pure clickbait (there was no "career ending kiss", and the illustration of him red eyed and crying is frankly bizarre), he even caused consternation by going where William Shatner had gone before:



Did he corrupt an entire generation with his free-ranging lips?

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Spankey McFarlain

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Re: 20 Questions with Alan
« Reply #9 on: July 04, 2024 »
Never really gave the man much thought. Seemed like a herpes-ridden sleaze, but I guess he had his fans.

On the other hand, oh, my beloved Uhura, Nichelle Nichols. I spent far too much of my early adolescence neglecting my homework and other obligations in deep "reverie" over the communications officer of the Starship Enterprise. No one better deserved the honor of receiving television's first interracial kiss. When I forced my lady Katherine, no fan of sci-fi, to watch a sleepless late night re-run from the original Star Trek series (never really did warm up to Next Generation), she asked,"How old were you when you started watching this show?"
"About eleven," I said. She smirked a bit.
"I just figured something out."
"What's that?"
"The source of your little hankering for mini-skirts and boots."
Admittedly, I had never put together my vision for women's fashion with the Enterprise ladies' uniform from my formative years, but I think she's right on.

By the way, that particular episode, beyond the first interracial kiss, is one of the most unintentionally hilarious bits of sixties television ever. If you find Shatner funny as a singer, you will see here that it was just a natural extension of his persona going way back. When the mind-controlling alien has him imitate a horse I almost split my sides.

Anyway, not sure anything in current times is career ending except an unpopular political or social opinion. Beyond that, no holds (or kisses) barred.