Category Archives: CRITICISM (2009-2010)

Will it be Barry or Barack?

Growing up working class and biracial in Utah, son of a Mexican American man and Scots-Irish woman, in a white, politically conservative, Mormon community, I was always reminded to “not cause problems.”

Especially by my Mexican American father.

It made sense to me as a young boy, at the time.

I considered myself a “Mormon” boy, preparing to inherit a spiritual wealth of blessings if I simply obeyed the Ten Commandments as most good Christian boys understood them and acted within the additional spiritual obligations that Mormon boys understood to be their future rights. Continue reading

Samantha Bee and “melodramas of beset manhood”

Here’s a wonderful segment that encapsulates in general terms scholar Nina Baym’s prescient critique of male writers’ and literary critics’ anxiety over their loss of control over the definition and boundaries of the American literary canon, especially as the loss relates to increasing influence and visibility of women.  (Of course, the obvious limitation of the piece is the primary representation of white men and women.) From The Daily Show two nights ago, the wonderful Samantha Bee.  (Next to Tina Fey, one of my favorite women comedic performers.)

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Mika’s cultural angst

I’ve been up for almost two hours this morning. (It’s 6:50 am as I type this.) I guess six hours of sleep was enough rest.

Baldo and Chica were in their selected sleeping sites, but anticipating my rise.

I got up, performed my regular routine including feeding the kids and letting them outside.

While I was brewing my morning java and making breakfast sandwiches for me and dad I occasionally glanced at the TV broadcast of Joe Scarborough’s “Morning Joe” to get some reliably annoying neo-con conventional wisdom.

I don’t know why I watch the show—I originally started watching it while I lived in St. Paul, Minnesota last year, during a one-year visiting assistant professorship at the University of Minnesota—but it wakes me up and motivates me in subconsciously useful ways. Continue reading

(Post) Colonial Vampires

While driving home from fly-fishing yesterday afternoon, I happened to listen to a PRI: The World story about a recent blog written by the current British ambassador to the United States.

It was about his observation of the trend that British actors are popular fill for vampire roles in mainstream film, American television series, and an upcoming PBS drama.

The PRI piece about the blog and the ambassador’s blog itself are “fun,” slightly tongue-in-cheek pieces about this phenomenon which on its face seems verifiably factual.  I don’t intend to fact check the actual numbers of British actors versus American actors in vampire roles.  Even if the view of a trend is a British conceit, there might be something to it.

The pieces got me thinking because, like a lot of material in popular media including superficially “intellectual” sites like NPR, PRI, etc. there is still a lot of description that passes for or at least implies “explanation.”  And in the current cultural epoch where assertion attempts to pass for description, explanation, and analysis all at once, a bit of analysis from them would have been interesting. Continue reading

Mugshots and Terrorists

This past week Khalid Sheikh Mohammed was returned to the headlines in (in)glorious fashion since the U.S. Attorney General announced he will be tried in New York City for his part in the planning and execution of the 9/11 attacks of 2001.

Most of the buzz surrounding the announcement concerned the fact that, and the AG made the point especially strongly, he will be tried just a few blocks from site of the horrific attacks of that day.

(I remember watching TV that Tuesday morning and seeing the second plane fly into the second tower.  I don’t remember why I had the television on at that time, but the TV was on that morning and I saw it live.)

Additionally, concerns were expressed about the fact that his trial will be a civil affair and fall under United States’ jurisdiction with all the ambiguities and potential complications regarding what evidence, testimony, and procedures will be allowed. Continue reading

Afghanistan and Authenticity

Driving home this morning after doing some light shopping I overheard “enlightened” public radio analysis and speculation regarding U.S. foreign policy toward Afghanistan as President Barack Obama currently ponders whether to  follow the advice of military leaders and send in more U.S. troops to fight the Taliban.

(So now we’re into nation-building, liberating Afghanis from authoritarian religious overlords, safeguarding against a mideastern domino theory, or just making sure the military-industrial complex can continue to exercise its war-making skills and justify its existence…?  hmmm…  What’s next?)

Listening to the description of Afghanistan as a corrupt, “narco” regime/state, I began to think about what I said in my last update about “authenticity” and how I might address some of my thoughts on the matter. Continue reading

Ken Burns’ “Imperialist Nostalgia”

Last night I didn’t sleep well, for whatever reason I’m not sure. But after working on my web site for ninety minutes after the late news and watching The Daily Show with John Stewart, I retired to bed with Baldo taking up half the bed.  (He’s a large, handsome Siamese seal point that I took in as a stray six years ago this November, the story of which I will tell at some point.)

Three hours after going to sleep I awoke.  I lay in bed for another hour, my brain working overtime thinking about things I needed and want to do.  I eventually resolved to just get up and DO something.

So I’ve been tired all day and have napped off and on between going to the dentist to have one of the temporary crowns reseated after it came off for the second time (only to have it break a couple of hours later while eating), going to the grocery store twice, and doing assorted computer stuff. Continue reading

Ken Burns’ American “Apologia”

I’ve watched some of the first two episodes of Ken Burns’ most recent attempt to capture the “authentic” American historical, cultural, and political experience for viewers of public television.  (Those bourgeois consumers who pony up with contributions to view something more civilized like British sitcoms or Masterpiece Theatre since the federal government gave up any notion of a general public good except as it serves and is defined by the pursuit of commercial, private profit.)

I’ve never been much of a fan, frankly, of Mr. Burns.  (Here I go without even summarizing what I’ve seen because I assume, perhaps incorrectly, anyone who reads this might be familiar with his corpus of documentary beguilement.)

I was reminded why I become intellectually queasy with him and his work with my brief, unplanned, and impatient viewings of parts of the first two episodes (of six): 1) “The Scripture of Nature” and 2) “The Last Refuge.” Continue reading

“The Office”

 I watched “The Office” tonight.

I continue to be amazed by how incredibly accurate the representations of different kinds of privilege are represented in the character of Michael Scott, the manager of the Scranton branch of Dunder Mifflin paper company.

A certain kind of cluelessness is at the center of the gender, sexual, racial, and class/corporate privilege that he enjoys and which serves his interest in exploiting, demeaning, and controlling his underlings.

His heterosexual privilege was evident in the opening scene tonight as he called in Oscar Martinez, the queer Latino employee, into his office to ask him, unbeknownst to Oscar at the moment he entered Michael’s office, how he should approach his upcoming colonoscopy.  He specifically asked Oscar what he should do to make the procedure more pleasurable and whether he should address his concern with the doctor performing the procedure so they could make it as pleasurable for both of them as possible. Continue reading

“The Informant!”

 Monday afternoon, after spending a lovely three hours in the morning with my dentist getting some old crowns removed in order to replace them with lovely new ones and finding out my cobra dental insurance is crap; I decided to go to a new movie release.  (I also needed to get away from my cats.  All they want from me is food and they know I’m weak. So my best judgment hinted to me, “Get out of the house!”)

Anyway, I saw Soderbergh’s “The Informant” starring Matt Damon, who I generally like and who I really liked in the “Bourne” series.  (One of the best action/thriller/hero/spy kinds of movies I’ve seen.  I thought he was exceptional in those.)

I’d read that it was “Coen” (brother)-like and the TV trailers for it seemed fun so I anticipated it with some good feeling.  But ten to twenty minutes into it I was having a hard time staying awake and I wondered it the movie would improve. Continue reading