Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Mysteries Revisited (Part Two)

Where Was I?

So part one of my post was all about the service, about the marriage ceremony. And I'll follow up with a few final observations:

  1. As a writing teacher, I am constantly aware of my audience. I may not always heed or cater to my audience (clearly, my long blogs are not audience friendly), but I am always cognizant of all those people just beyond the edge of the stage.

    When Mandy and I were planning our wedding, we tried to strike a balance between what we wanted and what our friends and family would enjoy, appreciate, etc. I mentioned in part one that we elicited some good hearty laughs during our service. That laughter was both an expression of communal understanding (a common release) and a nod to the audience.

    We wanted the service to be meaningful to everyone. Whether or not this was the case, well… We can write to our audience with the best of intentions and they still may choose to watch American Idol instead.

    I am confident, however, that for those involved, for those closest to us, we gave as good as we got.

  2. I was/am still humbled by those who attended, participated. While we were planning, there were always questions, concerns, anxieties. We invite X amount of guests and we can expect X amount to actually attend. Will they? Will the church be big enough? Will there be enough food? Will they throw tomatoes at us? Will Benjamin Braddock try to stop the wedding? All these questions circled like vultures for months. Even after we got RSVP cards back, we still didn't know for sure that it would all come together and work.

    There's that faith thing again.

    In the end, everything went beautifully. The mood of our rehearsal was laid back and casual. We attribute much of the success of the service to our minister's ability to set the tone and follow through.

    Our rehearsal dinner served as a close family gathering. And for all the little things that could have gone wrong, for all the little things that could have spiraled the entire event into chaos, we had people ready and willing to step in, assist and persist.

    No one will ever, ever be able to say "It was her special day" about our wedding because it was our day. And that "our" stretches far beyond me and Mandy.

    The church was packed but not uncomfortably so. The music was simple but affective. The service was meaningful. There were tears. There was laughter.

    None of it would have worked had it not been for the love and support of our family and friends. My (our) gratitude will ever be renewed with each passing year's remembrance.

  3. So, back to listening to that CD of the service. There's a good twenty minutes of piano before anything "happens." Our officiant chimes in with a "Greet the bride." Now, the recording was rudimentary. A kid from the church wired up the minister with a lavalier and all the audio comes from his neck. "Greet the bride," he announces. Mandy starts her trek down the aisle. And then, something I only vaguely recall happens. The minister leans over and says, "Pretty good looking."

    He wasn't kidding.

    Yeah. I'm glad we got that on the record.

It's Weddin' Food

For all my talk about ceremonies and spending more time, money, and energy planning everything but the ceremony, I love a good wedding reception. I come from the north where marriage is most often celebrated by stuffing stomachs past maximum capacity. A successful marriage for northerners is guaranteed by the amount of food you can get your revelers to ingest.

When we were planning, we agreed that a majority of our money would go toward two things: food and photographer. The photographer was important because we wanted to make sure that we would have a solid, artful record of the event. Since the day went by so quickly (the reception, in my mind, lasted fifteen minutes at the most), we wanted to make sure we had something to refer to, especially since so many people shared that day with us. I remember bouncing around so much for those fifteen minutes that I couldn't really see if anyone was actually enjoying the event. Looking back at those pictures now makes me all misty eyed. Money well spent.

The food, though, was paramount in making sure that we had a memorable and enjoyable reception. The wife and I love good food, and we sought out a caterer who would give us a variety of good eats. Interestingly enough, while Mandy had plates put before her on several occasions, she never really got to eat any of the food. I did…

In the end, we were happy with our decisions and the reception. The wife and I have been to several weddings in the last two years and, without sounding haughty or defensive, I can say that very few of them struck the balance that ours did. We've been to weddings that were more formal than ours. We've been to weddings where more money was clearly spent on "stuff." But…

Most of these weddings, in the end, didn't really make much sense. They were either driven too much by the bride or by the families of the couples. Or they lacked cohesion, a clear vision. Whether it was an out of place photographer, or a stretch Hummer, or more food than some countries have available for their entire populations, they didn't completely reflect the marriage of two people's desires and visions.

I hope they will all last. I hope that my overly critical eye is just that.

I hope I'm just being picky.

But…

I'll end with this (balance): Despite all of our best intentions, when Mandy asked a certain individual about the food at our reception, he responded, "It's weddin' food." This same individual was also a little disappointed that we didn't have any "Bud" to drink.

Fair enough.

Two Years And Counting…

So, two years in and I'm pretty damn happy. I couldn't ask for a better wife. I only wish we had more time to spend together—free of those pesky job responsibilities.

Yesterday, Mandy mentioned the whole "first two years are the hardest" tenet. If they are indeed the hardest, then I think we're in pretty good shape. I won't say that we haven't been tested (the glory and the mystery of life!). And I will note that I can see where couples might not make it past the two year mark. But we've made it through, we've persevered, and our love has not waned.

Again, I am reminded of the prescience of our ceremony, of these words in our "Prayer for the Couple":

We do not ask that they be kept from all sorrows and all trials; but we do ask that they may learn from these, and be stronger because of them.

Two years in and stronger than ever.

Happy anniversary to us indeed!

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Mysteries Revisited: Marriage Two Years In (Part One)

Back in March, I posted a lengthy rumination on marriage (Thieves, Thieves, Tramps and Thieves: Part Two). The impetus for that post was the hullabaloo around Eliot Spitzer's infidelity and the wave of anti-marriage sentiment that echoed in every facet of public discourse. I mentioned then, and remember now, that it bothered me that "marriage" as an institution was so easily denigrated. How, when every avenue threatens to lead us astray, am I supposed to remain true to the commitment I made to my darling wife?

Today is the second anniversary of my marriage.

And my answer to that question: Faith.

Where's the Mystery?

We had our wedding service recorded but, until today, I hadn't listened to it. I was there, after all. I know what was said! But listening to the service—that sacred moment when my wife and I made a commitment to each other before God, our family and friends—I was struck (again) by the prescience of it.

It brought me back to the planning, to sitting with the good reverend and taking time to decide what our service would be like. I am very thankful for that time—and for the fact that Mandy and I had such a good mentor who presented us with such good options.

Which brings me to something I've observed in the two years since: Not many people take the time to really plan the service portion of their weddings. True, they deliberate over colors and dresses, tuxedoes and wedding favors, food and beverages (to open bar or not to open bar). But when it comes to the actual service portion, many couples do the bare minimum. Or, rather, they defer to their officiants and are left with something that doesn't necessarily reflect the spirit of the couple and where that spirit intersects with the sacred.

We have to say these things before we can all go eat.

I vividly remember planning our service. Our officiant gave us a folder full of services he had performed in the past and asked us to read through them and decide how we wanted ours to go. He also stressed that these were simply guidelines. In the end, he would do (within reason) whatever we wanted. What we wound up with was a cut and paste job of his best bits.

Now, that may not sound very "sacred," but let me explain.

Don't mistake my dislike of most wedding ceremonies for a dislike of the traditional. There is a reason that tradition is part of this event. Sacred rituals invoke the ever-present; they tap into the constant that is human experience in the face of God. Rituals are performed to bring us into that moment that is neither the past, present, nor future. Sacred time sits outside profane time. As such, sacred rites must be observed, even if they are traditional—and a bit boring.

What I have issue with is what I perceive as a failing in other couples' services: Do they really understand/respect the ritual? Do they know why these things are said? Or are they just going through the motions?

This is my beef with all modern ritual. Ritual divorced of the sacred is empty observance. For my money, this is why we now have a man-child epidemic in this country: American men never come of age because they have no sacred rite of passage to manhood. There is a big difference between getting a driver's license and being circumcised at the age of ten without anesthetic while having salt thrown in your eyes.

American marriage ceremonies have lost their sense of the sacred and have, more or less, become ancillary to the reception. One need only look at the time of the ceremony (20 to 30 minutes) in relation to the typical reception (hours).

Okay. So, Mandy and I knew that our service would, more or less, follow the tradition. We wanted that. But we also wanted it to reflect us. It just so happened that some of those best bits I mentioned above hit the right chords for us. In fact, the wife and I had similar reactions to the pieces that we decided to use.

Paramount among them was a bit about mystery:

Mystery is the very nature of life itself: the mystery of creation, the mystery of life-sustaining forces, the mystery of growth, the mystery of order and disorder, the mystery of love. And yet we are called to live in the midst of mystery, to enter into the process of life, of growth, of creation, of love.

I remember reading this particular passage and thinking, "That's it. That's got to be in the service." As I listened to the recording of our service, I was again struck by the power of these statements. Our minister opened with this rumination on the mystery of life and love—and what an opener it was! Certainly, no marriage that begins with these ideas can ever be brought low by the mysteries that test our very nature and faith?!

Even now, I marvel at the truth in these words. Look at how the placement of the phrases puts "order and disorder" next to "the mystery of love." Love is the medium through which we mediate between order and chaos—without it, when order descends into disorder, the typical reaction is despair. Two years in, I can say that the forces of disorder, of chaos, have been ever present in our lives. Through our commitment to each other, love has kept us from the brink of despair.

We are called to live in the midst of mystery.

Thinking back over the last two years of my marriage, I must kneel before the truth of that statement and both rail against the mystery and be thankful for it!

So, in the end, the time and energy that Mandy and I put into our service was well worth it.

Promises, Promises

Okay, so anyone who attended our wedding likely remembers two things from the recitation of our personal promises:

  1. Mine were really long.
  2. Mandy promised to laugh at me.

Listening again, I'm glad to know that we were both able to provoke laughter from those in attendance. This speaks volumes about who we are as a couple.

I am also thankful for the fact that as time carries us away from that moment it feels no less present.

Listening to my darling wife recite her vows still conjures a wealth of happy tears.

Going back to that planning, I recall trying to trim down my vows. I knew they were long. I treated the writing of them like I treat writing poetry—whatever comes out in the process of consulting the muses is what I'm left with, be it short and sweet or long and complicated. When it comes to writing, I trust to my instincts and the process of revision. I took that famous Corinthians passage and ruminated on it through turns of phrasing.

The results were more than two pages long.

Over the course of several months I trimmed them down to something I could fit in my tuxedo jacket and still read without having to squint. I didn't have to listen to the service again to remember the moment when I flipped my page over and heard mumbles from the crowd. But it was my wedding and I was going to say what I wanted to say.

Both the wife and I intended—for our first anniversary—to have those vows framed. We haven't done that yet. Listening to them again reminds me that we need to have that done.

But…

My wife and I have, over the past two years, been to several weddings, and it's hard not to draw comparisons. Some chose to write personal promises; others stuck to the script. For many, that script was all that held the ceremony together and I've found myself wondering what these couples really think is the point behind it all.

Now, two years after my own vows were delivered, I don't have any doubt at all about the point of them.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Defending Chuck


You're So Vain

Several weeks ago, my wife and I were watching television and she said,

"Wait a minute. Rewind that."

We have that fancy but outrageously expensive digital cable from Time Warner, so we can hit the rewind button on damn near everything.

I obliged.

We were watching The Big Bang Theory, a show that I initially didn't like. It's from the creator of another show that I initially didn't like, Two and a Half Men. I am, after all, an academic! Surely Two and a Half Men is a knock-off rehashing of low-ball comedy a la Married With Children and doesn't merit more than my disdain—especially since it stars Charlie Sheen!

It was almost by accident that I started watching Two and a Half Men. A few years back I read something about what the reality TV boom is doing to syndication. Faced with a glut of reality shows that really can be watched only once (if at all), what shows will be rerun in the space between 5:00pm and prime time? The joke was, as I recall, crap like Two and a Half Men.

So one night I watched. And I laughed. Typical, I said under my breath. But I laughed.

And then something interesting happened: I started watching the show regularly. At first, to my wife's dismay. But it wasn't long before she, too, became addicted.

My embarrassed love of the show turned to conviction: While the set-up is tried-and-true sitcom tom-foolery, it is smart tom-foolery. The jokes work because they play on classic comedic tropes, but there is definitely something more vibrating beneath the surface—an honesty one rarely finds in, well, tried-and-true-sitcom-tom-foolery.

Okay, rewind.

So, I rewound the episode and paused at the vanity card. Lo and behold, where most production companies place random life objects—pictures of pets, sonograms—or design esoteric inside jokes (Joss Whedon's Mutant Enemy springs to mind—Grr... Argh), there was a white card with lots of writing on it. Writing that would simply slip by unnoticed or unread unless someone took the time to record and/or stop the broadcast to read.

The one that my wife caught was #198. Interestingly enough, Lorre was apologizing, in his own special way (which is not apology so much as sardonic reprisal), for something he had written on the week's initial vanity card—a religious barb to which CBS took offense.

My wife promptly picked up the laptop and navigated her way to Lorre's website where anyone can access the two hundred plus vanity cards from all of Lorre's television shows, and where you can view the uncensored original #198.

Quickly perusing a random sample of them elicits two truths about Lorre: His intelligence manifests in sardonic wit; His natural inclination is toward bitterness. Both of these things are at the core of his writing—which speaks volumes for why his shows are so damn funny.

I did a little poking around and found "It Hurts To Laugh," an EW.com article by Lynette Rice. In it, Rice claims that Lorre is the "angriest man in television." She also notes EW's mostly-hate relationship with Lorre and his shows. Rice cites Gillian Flynn who claimed, in 2004, that Two and a Half Men "'ain't edgy' and has a 'nasty' take on the differences between men and women.'"

Lorre reluctantly talked to EW in 2006, saying "You're gonna get a lot of hate mail if you say you like this show…It's going to take a real act of courage to say this damn thing is funny.'' I would imagine Lorre wasn't surprised that Rice's article wound up civil and kind to him, but never went so far as to fully endorse Two and a Half Men. Even now, EW mentions the show's success with a wince: "Two And A Half Men continued its reign as the most watched sitcom on TV (sorry, The Office, No. 21, and 30 Rock, No. 44)."

But I guess that's to be expected. Didn't I start this whole thing with a certain amount of reluctance? And I like the show.

Back to the vanity card thing.

Lorre's been writing vanity cards long enough that his very first card reads, "Thank you for videotaping 'Dharma & Greg'." Oh yeah, people used to use VHS recorders to video tape television shows. Wow.

This is important, though, because it illustrates a fundamental facet of Lorre's character. He knew, going into this whole vanity card diatribe thing, that only a handful of people at the most would ever actually read the cards. Even now, with our new-fangled technology, a casual fan of the show might by-pass them altogether. Certainly, I had been watching the show for years (?) before taking the time to pause.

So what gives? Why would Lorre go through this much trouble?

I'm reminded of a scene from Stealing Beauty that I often pilfer for my writing classes. Liv Tyler soaks in a bathtub, a candle nearby, writing poetry on little scraps of paper. In melodramatic, Bertoluccian fashion—in a moment that could only exist in film—Tyler completes her verse and promptly sets it ablaze, burning the thought away almost as soon as it is formed.

This, I tell my students, is the beauty of writing. Sometimes performing the act itself is more important than what is actually written.

Anyway.

Lorre's initial vanity cards manifest as a cycle of beliefs that reflect his torment, a torment that I imagine springs from being an intelligent artist writing in a thankless medium. Television, despite the flashes of brilliance that appear from time to time, does not reward intelligence.

(In the background, I can here Joss Whedon and Tim Minear huff and grumble.)

But I might also argue that Two and a Half Men grew out of Lorre's vanity cards. That is, his ability to ruminate over his frustrations may have led him to write a show whose central conceit is frustration.[1]

Take a look at vanity card #109, the second to appear on Two and a Half Men. It reads like a mission statement.

And, for a show that is supposedly "low-brow," I find it gratifying that Lorre's primary assumption is "an intelligent audience." I'll refer back to my teaching: My number one mantra is "Know your audience." And while I spend much of my time trying to get my students to write to their audience(s), I also try to get them to dissect the assumptions made by authors of the texts they read.

What does the (any) writer want you to think?

All of this is to say that reading Lorre's proclamation ("We assume an intelligent audience") alters our very perception of his show. If we watch the show without knowing this (that we're supposed to think while watching), then we might assume that the intended audience is a pack of brain dead mutants fattened on tit and fart jokes. We are Frito in Idiocracy watching Ow! My Balls!

And certainly, Two and a Half Men appeals to such an audience.

But if the author of the text intends for his show a higher level of thinking, then it might do us good to turn our brains back on and look for more than fart jokes.

I can honestly say that there is more to this show than fart jokes. In fact, Two and a Half Men—like Seinfeld before it—is almost an anti-sitcom. Lorre works from within the sitcom formula to dismantle it and create something much more affective, more human.


It's funny that I should say that—that the show is human—given that vanity card #109 clearly states that the show will refuse to have any of the typical heart-string pulling moments we've come to expect in our sitcoms (Look at how Kelsey Grammer's Back to You has already—not a full season in yet—pulled some of these cheap punches).

But it is—more so because it does not tread on the kinds of set-ups we expect from sitcoms. Or rather, it starts with those but takes us to a much different place. The show is human because it remains true to its central conceit: Life is frustrating.

Wave of Humiliation

In Rice's article, when asked about American Idol, Lorre responds, ''Humiliating someone for being incompetent or untalented is not my idea of entertainment.'' This might seem a bit hypocritical since much of the "fun" in Jon Cryer's Alan Harper relies on his ineptitude. Think back to what I've already quoted: it ain't edgy; it's nasty.

Clearly we are meant to laugh at Alan's incompetence?

But that's misleading. Alan's continued humiliation is symptomatic of his inability to recognize that his problems originate from within: His world view does not match up with his reality. Alan believes in justice, love, and happiness. He continues to misstep as a result of this misalignment with the truth of the universe. Conversely, Charlie's reality is quite harmonious. That is, he recognizes the world for what it is, accepts it, and profits (mostly) from it. Charlie's humiliations are usually taken in stride—with a "sometimes you win; sometimes you lose" mentality. This is not to say that he is always happy, or that he isn't occasionally (repeatedly) punished. Rather, he accepts his fate and waits for the next good lay.

Both of these men represent opposing attitudes toward life: Seek to improve the world (idealism) or accept it for what it is (pragmatism). To be fair (or clearer), Alan's idealism is fostered in cynicism. But, his inability to find happiness is rooted in his idealist nature.

Or wait, what was it that Lorre says in vanity card #4?

Oh yeah, "I believe I'm growing skeptical of cynicism."

Where's the Beef?

The more I entrench myself in the show, the more I'm convinced that Flynn has it wrong: We are, at first, repulsed by the two leading men. One is a womanizing pig; the other is a mooch. But as dysfunctional as they are, they are nevertheless united in their love (though they would never admit it). Despite his protestations, and conventional (wrong) thinking, Charlie is clearly a "great" uncle to Jake. And though Alan is the world's biggest loser when it comes to women, he is a protective father. Jake will, of course, grow up to be as dysfunctional as his two male role models, but he will always be loved.

Charlie identifies with Jake because he is clearly a man-child with mommy issues. It should not come as a surprise that he most identifies with the children he encounters (they love his adolescent sense of humor; his "best" music is childish). What will come as a surprise is the notion that Charlie most identifies with children because he sees more in their innocence than lack of experience. The world of children is clearly better than the adult world. Charlie's decision to never grow up is one founded not necessarily in psychosis, but in choice. A simple, innocent life keeps the horrors of experience at bay.

Mind you, there is plenty evidence for psychosis…

I'll add, too, that Charlie's womanizing is not malicious. It is self-destructive but does not spring from misogyny. He doesn't have any respect for himself. Why should he treat women any differently? And he is often quick to point out that they get just as much out of his affairs as he does. True, there's no growth. But in the dystopia that is Malibu, how can one really grow?

And then there's Jake. He's not particularly bright, but he's an excellent gambler. And he is the epitome of the millennial. I won't dignify that last statement with clarification.

And let's face it: Angus T. Jones is a brilliant comedian.

The Elegant Universe

When I was explaining the charms of The Big Bang Theory to a colleague, she asked, "Why's it called 'The Big Bang Theory?'" I didn't have a good answer. I rattled something off about science and nerds. But of course, there's more to it than that. In fact, the title resonates with Lorre's penchant for doubling of meaning. Certainly, it is titled appropriately for its geek-derived humor. But the deeper meaning is this: The show's main conceit is sex—and how difficult it is to navigate the game of getting sex, love, and happiness. It is a theoretical treatise on man's pursuit of woman.

That's not all that deep (hence my continued use of parenthetical addendums), but it works for the show because theory and practice don't match up. Smart guys don't get hot chicks is the thesis of this show. Surely, the audience expects Leonard to eventually hook up with Penny. Sitcomdom dictates it. However, Lorre will likely resist this inevitability as long as he can. As well he should: If the two characters ever consummate, then a false "lesson" will be learned. Smart guys don't get hot chicks.

If smart guy gets hot chick, then the show will invalidate itself.

But here again, I think there's more to it than that. See, what I've noticed as the series continues (thankfully, we will get another season—because of the strike? hmm…) is that Penny is certainly not the dumb blonde that we were led to (or we presumed her to) be when the show started. Her acerbic wit and ability to shut Sheldon down is one of the highlights of the show. These two are the odd couple of the new millennium.

And there's something more there, too: The argument that Lorre's view of man/woman relationships "'ain't edgy'" but "'nasty'" might logically lead to the idea that Lorre's worldview is misogynistic.

But Penny. Penny is smart.

The title of Two and a Half Men also has double meaning, which should be obvious upon second look. It infers a question: We immediately assume that Jake is the "half" man, but is he really? Who is the "half" man? Cycle around the three and one can make a pretty good case for all of them. In fact, I would suggest that together they make two and a half men. In any given situation, they perform as whole or half.

I started down this path in an attempt to get to the humiliation thing. In the pilot episode of The Big Bang Theory, Leonard agrees to get some stuff from Penny's ex-boyfriend's apartment. The meat-head ex pantses Sheldon and Leonard. We see them walking up their sysiphusian stairs in tighty-whities. Certainly this is humiliation for audience gratification, no?

No. This is a "lesson" in social hierarchy. We laugh, but not at Sheldon and Leonard. We laugh at the situation. Actually, I take that back. We are laughing at Sheldon and Leonard. We laugh because they have tried to move out of their social station. This is naturalism through and through—which should come as no surprise since the show is ultimately about science, rationalism, humanism, and societal conventions. Social Darwinism.

The Jerusalem Duality

While Lorre might protest that there is no message, that no greater interpretation is expected of The Big Bang Theory, episode twelve is more than it first appears. In this particular episode, Sheldon is dethroned as grand-science-nerd-poobah by a fifteen year old North Korean. The episode spirals ever-downward as Sheldon tries to claim a different corner of the intellectual market (the title of the episode refers to his plan to recreate Jerusalem wholesale in the Mexican desert). But, in a brilliant turn, Dennis Kim, the North Korean prospect is "neutralized" by a fifteen year old blonde girl.

True to the overall tone of the show, this episode shows our geek heroes losing yet again, and as expected, order is eventually restored. The plot-premise is certainly not new. But I can't help but find an all too prescient allegory here. This episode is a biting dumb-show: It posits how the western world's fear of eastern dominance will be succinctly cut by the west's ability to destroy all that is promising in humanity through exploitation of base instincts. That Dennis Kim suffered to tunnel his way out of North Korea—only to be brought low by a blonde tart in hot pants says everything we need to know about the future of mankind.

And with that, I think I'm done.


SOURCES


Lorre, Chuck. "The Official Vanity Card Archives." Chuck Lorre Productions. 5 May 2008. <>.

Rice, Lynette. "It Hurts To Laugh." EW.com. 8 Dec. 2008. 5 May 2008 .

---. "The Ratings Report: 'Idol' rules (again)." Hollywood Insider Blog. 22 Apr. 2008. EW.com. 5 May 2008 .


[1] Rice's article discusses Lorre's frustrations in much greater detail—to the point that this statement is not really that accurate. My point, though, is that Lorre may very well be the kind of person who uses his writing as therapy. If his vanity cards serve as a release valve, then it might follow that this release allowed him to get to a point of creating a show that hits closer to home? Hmm…