You’re Not Elected, Charlie Brown

Last night, I caught You’re Not Elected, Charlie Brown in which Linus wins the student body election despite his adherence to a controversial faith (Great Pumpkinism) only to find that he really doesn’t have any power. Charles M. Schultz, of course, using Peanuts to illustrate that America is actually controlled by a cabal of Reptiloid Illuminated Jesuit Scientologist or something. Or not, whatever, ol’ Chuck was an oddball.

I bring it up only to make two points:

1) When Linus was at the radio station talking to potential voters, a caller opens with “First time caller, long time listener,” which surprised me since I thought that phrase was a more recent creation.

2) Also, the show was on ABC. I miss this. That used to trigger a Pavlovian response in me as a tot.

Everybody Hearts Al

Congrats to the Goremeister from your pal Greg.

The best comment I’ve seen thus far on Gore’s Peace Prize win comes from Fausta’s blog, forwarded by a friend:

The coy former Vice-President may run for president again, may choose to stay home admiring his Oscar, Emmy, and Nobel, or may do a one-man show on Broadway, which may in turn win him a Tony award, thus outdoing Rita Moreno, who hasn’t won a Nobel Peace Prize yet.

And, for the record, I’ve always believed two seemingly contradictory statements: a) Gore’s heart is in the right place and he’s using his stature for a noble purpose b) He’s going to use global warming as a springboard to jump back into politics.

Also, while I’m not a Swedish committee, I think, as general a guideline for awarding Peace Prize, action trumps intent. The 2006 award winners provide a good example of that.

I think Gore deserves kudos, pats on the back or whatever little gold trophies you have out there. But the get-check tells me he’s not Peace Prize material. I don’t know.

A note to the Bumese monks, the Nobel race isn’t like the Oscars. You can’t screen just before the cut-off date and expect consideration from the academy. Too little, too late my be-robed friends.

Grief trigger

Mine is Graveyard of the Fireflies, what’s yours? Movies, books, etc., have mad me sad, no doubt. I’m man geek man enough to admit I cried when Lorien returned for Sheridan or when Billy dies mid-trial on Ally MacBeal (what?). But neither of those things inspired grief.

I don’t know what causes it, but Graveyard haunts me.

I hadn’t seen it since college, but it recently appeared on a list of “Great Films Too Painful to Watch Twice” from The Onion’s A/V Club. I remembered it as a sad, depressing film, but it never inspired grief. So, maybe it is the fact that I’m a father of a child who could, from a distance, pass for Setsuko  – or the fact that I was reading the article at 3:30 in the morning — but it really affected me. So much so that I’m blogging about a day and a half later.

I just had to watch a bit of the video like the clip linked to above, but I am not sure why. Is it a form of catharsis to some grief I never knew I had.  Or is it possible to have a…for lack of a better word…pre-cathartic moment in response to the fear of loss, which kind of fits the fatherhood notion above.

Now, I’m ever the reductionist, so now I’ll have to take a look into the root causes of grief, evolutionary advantages, etc.