Trendiness, Hip and Coolness: The Societal Gateway Drugs to Crime, Drugs and Bad Tastes in Clothes


“As I would later find out, most Republicans hate ‘cool’ (‘They all think they’re so cool and artistic,’ griped one woman as she watched Fox coverage of Democratic delegates arriving in Boston). Many of the parent volunteers I met were especially bitter because they think that cool is what liberals use to lure their children away. Which they might very well be right about, of course.”

Rolling Stone journalist Matt Taibbi spent ten week volunteering in the Orlando Republican Party campaign during 2004. His comment on the perception of “cool” was one of the more revealing aspects of the article. It made me aware how groups could see the trappings of coolness: the clothes, the bling, the slang, music, etc as a wedge between different people and their beliefs. The culture wars have been ranging for years now with conservative arguing that pop culture not only was degrading our nations morality but actively marketed rebelion, sex and sin in the hunt for profits. And there was a time now long ago that TV and music reflected the values and tastes that adults mainly felt safe exposing their children to.

But there has always been fads that have taken hold with “terrible” result and the critique that children have been adversly affected by damaging stories. In the great book, Memoirs of Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds, covers both topics, fads and children are talked about. The 1841 book is long out of copyright and has been reproduced online in several places. Chapter 14, “Popular Admiration of Great Thieves” has footnotes of interview of young thieves who stole to see the play of notorious thief Jack Sheppard.

“J. L. (aged 15). The first time I was ever at the theatre was to see Jack Sheppard. There were two or three boys near to the house who were going, and they asked me. I took sixpence from the money I used to lay up weekly for clothes. The next time I went, which was the week after, I borrowed the money from a boy; I returned it to him the Saturday after. I then went many times. I took the money from my mother out of her pocket as she was sitting down, and I beside her. There was more than sixpence in her pocket. I got a great love for the theatre, and stole from people often to get there. I thought this Jack Sheppard was a clever fellow for making his escape and robbing his master. If I could get out of gaol, I think I should be as clever as him; but after his exploits, he got done at last. I have had the book out of a library at Dole Field. I had paid twopence a book for three volumes. I also got Richard Turpin, in two volumes, and paid the same. I have seen Oliver Twist, and think the Artful Dodger is very like some of the boys here. I am here for picking a pocket of 25…”

So, how can you not love a boy how turned to a life of crime to support his theater and literature habit? Lastly, I will leave you with the wisdom of Del Close and John Brent. In their spoken word album, “How to Speak Hip,” the parody of social psychology has an examiner talk to a beatnik hipster in an attempt to understand what’s the matter with kids these days.

“Mr. Romo, I must admit that I am puzzled. You hipsters claim to be such relaxed, free spirits yet your rules for social behavor are even more set, tight and rigid then those of square society

Yeah, well, dig, it’s simple. I’ll spell it out for you a lot. A lot of the simple everyday behavor is illegal. So, there is aways a lot of heat on us, see? You know, you have to protect yourself. Now if you break the rules of hip you get put down, now that’s true. But you break the ‘square rules’, they put you in the slam. That’s a big difference

There’s only two basic rules of hip… You protect yourself against the possibility of police intervention, which means you don’t associate with uncool people and you protect your state of mind. You follow the hip commandment, thou shalt not bug thy neighbor, which means be cool, that’s all…

…The hip thing is to be able perfom the exactly appropriate action at all times. And that is not easy.”

Blather: A Post-Ado about Nothing

A recap of the last few days:

Earlier in the week, I ran around the Castleberry Arts District and passed my resume out to 5 galleries. I talked to all but one of the owners and none of the people acted like I handed them a dead fish when I gave them my resume. It’s interesting to see an arts district in the making, with all the galleries being between 6 month and a year old. Everyone was talkative and generous with information. No promises were made or expected and hopefully I planted the seeds for future work.

Managed to get some work, a 14.5 hour day on Friday at the Ferst Center. Got there at 9am, left at 11:30pm. Good show, the Five Browns, a collection of piano-playing siblings (between highschool and college age) that all went to Julliard. It was a sold-out show, with lots of younger folks in the audience, which thrilled the family. After the show, got to see the parents and kids backstage, very nice, very un-diva-y. They have just started touring and will have no problem doing well. Between the people and the work, I’m digging the Ferst Center, and hoping to get more gigs there.

The picture above is one of the five Steinways that was on stage. It is brighter than the surrounding pianos because only its lights were one, no photoshop. I was in a Genie Lift onstage working with lights, giving me a great vantage point for the photo. The Ferst Center’s backstage and dressing rooms are filled with wall art from previous groups and productions, see below for one of my favorites.

Saturday, walked around the neighborhood. It’s a shame that spray-paint doesn’t come with spell-check


Sunday, went to the Scott Antique Market. Normally $3 to get in but our late arrival had the ticket takers waive our admission. 300,000 plus square feet of exhibition space, with over 2,400 booths… that’s what the website said and we believed it. Didn’t find much in the mid-century mod that we tend to like which was fine since we have no money to spare. We proved that point when we dined at Costco, 2 hotdogs and 2 sodas for $3.50.

Monday had us entertained friends that had been displaced by the hurricanes. Katrina took out their New Orleans home, and they left to stay with family in Texas. While visiting family in Virginia, Rita knocked trees into their Texas residence and left it without power for weeks. Since our stay in Atlanta will be a limited one, we didn’t sell our Vegas house. Our friends may be taking us up on the offer to stay there, and take a vaction away from damaged cities and broken infrastructure. It’s the least we can do.

Tuesday had me accomplishing less then I wanted. All I got done were the dishes; no resumes handed out, no new leads, nothing to get more money coming in. I did sent a thank-you to the guy that pointed me to the Ferst Center. Oh, well, at least its not raining.

He's Got the Whole World…

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Alternative Titles:

The Man Who Rented the World (Apologies to David Bowie)

Atlas Shrugged, and Lowered the Rent

Friday Night, Lights Out


CRACK!… a car alarm, and the lights went out. Late friday night had us in the dark, something loud had happened in front of out apartment that killed the power to our place. A trip outside found that the whole block was dark and shining the flashlight around showed the cause. One of the many Bradford Pear trees in front lost a big limb, spanning the street and resting on the power lines opposite our apartment building. Two our fellow residents were outside calling Georgia Power and kavetching about the 5 times in the past our property’s trees had lost limbs. About 40 minute after the neighborhood went dark, a big hook-and-ladder from Atlanta Fire pulled in, shined its lights on the tree and held tight until Georgia Power came by.

Bad Cop = Letters to the Editor

I’m going on faith that the arrest of Preston from kissatlanta.com happened the way it was reported on FAB’s site because I was so burned up at the idea of it that the following got sent to the AJC…

“What is the difference between an Atlanta police officer and a criminal? On the right day and time, not much.

Apparently parking in a handicap parking spot, destroying pictures of said parking offense, destroying cameraphone, and arresting the individual complaining about said offenses is all in a days work for one police officer. Forunately, the man in question was wheelchair-bound so he was easily subdued, and his phone confiscated/destroyed. Additionally, this all occurred wth additional officers witnessing the whole altercation, so backup was at hand in case things got rougher then they already were.

Is this indicative of most of the city’s police force? No. Is this the worst they could have done? No. But it boggles the mind that a local officer would find himself taking up actions against a wheel-chair bound individual, instead of simply parking anywhere but in a handicapped spot, like the rest of us do.”

Since my letter is just reacting to what I read online, and lacking in any sort of crediblity, I would ask that anyone closely associated with this event send a note to the AJC. This sort of thing will be completely ignored unless a stink is made about it.

1 Bdrm Studio, No Strs, Jst a Lddr

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Judging the Judge: GWB's New Nominee


GW has nominated Harriet Miers as his choice for supreme court. Never married, no children, never a justice, she hasn’t left much of trail. Democrats are amused that she gave to the Gore presidential campaign, religious conservatives don’t like that she hasn’t voiced a their agenda. Me, I made the comment that it would be pretty funny if George W. put the first lesbian on the supreme court. My wife…

“She looks nice for a barren spinster.”

My sweetie has a mean since of humor. Love her so!

Looking For A Ring


Some months ago I lost my wedding ring in Vegas. I had 3-of-a-kind, it looked like a sure bet…

…actually, it was while I was at work at the MGM Grand that it went missing, never to be found again. The place where I bought the original ring was in New Orleans, so they aren’t able to help. So, I’m looking for suggestions on finding a place locally that I could get another. It was a modern white-gold band without a comfort-fit roundover, looking more like a slice off of a silver tube. With our wedding anniversary coming up, I need to be dressed for the occasion. And a new ring would be a good start.

Sunday Sloth: Slacking on the Sabbath

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Wilde on Dublin, originally uploaded by Mr. Kimberly.

My wife and I have a date for tonight, but for now she is grading up a storm. The G.Tech kids want their grades back. Me, I’m slacking. Doing laundry and posting pix up on Flickr. New shots of Piedmont park and old pictures of our trip to Dublin, Ireland. Great place to vist, one quarter of the country’s population lives there and city feels young because 37% of the general population is under 25 and a bigger percentage lives in the city. In the picture above Mr Wilde lounges in a park nearby his birthhome, lording over the kids and wondering why they aren’t misbehaving more.

After he died, painter Francis Bacon’s studio and all its contents were relocated to the Hugh Lane Gallery, Archeologist survyed the studio, mapping its clutter so it could be reproduced once it was shipped from its original location in London.

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Francis Bacon’s Studio, originally uploaded by Mr. Kimberly.

The sweet wife was attending a conferance in Dublin which left me with time to explore the city. I stumbled upon the Grand Lodge of Ireland. I somehow convinced my wife to join me in a tour of the building. Which while the building was ornate and gorgeous, the tour did not provide me with the secrets of how their global takeover was progressing. But my pictures of the lodge turned out nicely. I would highly recommend a visit to the lodge in Dublin.

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We’ve been to London, Paris, and Dublin. Checking all these old pictures has me wishing for another trip abroad. Any suggestions for new cities, and places to visit in the already-visited cities?

Jesus Loves Me This I Know, A Jack Chick Tract Told Me So…


I LOVE Jack Chick Tracts, and today I got one! I was working on campus at Georgia Tech. While on my lunch break, a nice woman handed me a little book, about twice the size of a matchbook. It was crazy Jack Chick and his gospel comic books. When last I visited Mr. Chick’s website, he had only been doing the miniature comic books, but now he has branched out into film with The Light of the World. The movie is a perfect example of his world view, where Christians can still go to hell and the Catholic Church is the devil’s doing. The movie has online clips, including this one with the following quote.

“Satan has multitudes following the teachings of Buddha, but Buddha is dead… … one of Satan’s masterpiece’s is Islam…”

While Chick writes all the text, he hires Fred Carter for the illustration. The color stills in the movie are great and have a wonderful garish quality that compliments the overboard narration. Carter’s black and white images add a true heft to the books, and have alway reminded me of the works of 19th century illustrator Gustav Dore (see below).

Chick is extremely private, and believes that the Catholic Church is both out to “get him” and collecting all of his works. So it is ironic that Jimmy Akin of Catholic Answers got an invitation to the premier of the movie, and managed to post a short interview with the reclusive Mr. Chick.

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Also see Gustave Dore Art Images for more great images.