Week 3 NFL After Picks

So here we are at week 4 in the NFL. HOLY CRAP!! It just started and it’s already 25% Complete! 

* I plan to rave about the gross unfairness of basketball and that stick ball thing they do in the summer having WAY too many games and crowding out the glorious sport of football. But if I don’t, know where I stand. 

So I’m going back to week 3, some serious drama there. And it was some serious drama at home that kept me from writing. Actually it was starting a new job and realizing I didn’t know what I was supposed to know and going back over the online class I took. But what does this have to do with football? Also, giving my wife time to do her college homework and try to keep my 2 sons from going stir crazy.

Week 3 – Select post picks4

So how about those Seahawks? And how about those Ravens?  (For week three I will forgo my usual non mention of the Baltimore team in honor of Torry Smith, who lost his little brother less than 24 hours before the game, and went out and played like a champ. Hard to keep a dry eye there.)  But I digress. The real heroes of week 3 were the replacement refs. What a story! I am convinced that the whole thing was an elaborate scheme cooked up by the marketing team at NFL HQ to get even more ratings. Only it backfired. My unofficial, not necessarily inside source at NFL HQ was mum on the subject. OK, she was the receptionist, who found me amusing at first but after my 4^th call threatened to get a restraining order. But I could tell in the pregnant silence after my question that she knew what I was talking about. So I’m sticking with my story. So, now they are no more, although they received pay for week 4 for not showing up, and the real refs, the ones we hated last year, received a standing Ovation in some stadiums. Seriously, applauding the refs? What has this world come to.

So here we go

Packers @ Seahawks – my pick: Seattle actually, in a close game. And not because I live in Washington
I didn’t see the last play. I was with my son at Applebees, trying to watch the game, while he kept asking me when the balloon man was coming to our table. So finally he comes and he’s really talented. He made a palm tree and a monkey climbing. I felt horrible, not having some cash to tip the guy. And then worse when the restaurant couldn’t take a tip from my card. And then I left and forgot about it until now. When I left the Packers were staging a comeback, just like I thought they might. Then the last pass… and the rest is history.

Patriots @ Ravens, who next week will be the team we do not mention. My pick – Ravens.
Yep, Ravens. I figured they would be so hopping mad they would eat Mr Brady and his back up for lunch and win it 52-3. But that isn’t what happened. The Patriots were leading, giving me hope. And then I saw His Beautifulness get hit by a purple guy (lightly)and start lobbying for a flag, and then got one. And it hit me…. Tom Brady really is the pansy they say he is. Maybe I am a fool to follow this guy, root for him… maybe.

49ers @ Vikings. My pick – Vikings, and not because they actually won. I thought they might be for real. I live in WA, but was born in Portland, so really I can root for either the Niners or the Seahawks. And then there is that basketball team I SHOULD root for, and most times do.

Texans @ Broncos. My pick – whoever eventually won.
But I have to say, Mr Elway, what is the difference between losing with Manning and losing with Tebow? Hello? Nothing to say? I watched part of this, right after the ear thing with Matt Schaub, who is having a great year. The only thing is… dude, your image, WTH? First of all, grow the hair out, loosen up a bit. I mean, really, you could win it all this year, go on SNL and date supermodels and all that. Second, get a real QB number, something in the 2 digits. Yeah, there was Favre and Young and Aikman, but that era is fading. Go with 14 or 12. And then…. Dude change your name. Colt McCoy isn’t playing, that would be a good one. Or something tough, like, say, Chuck Dakota, or Dakota McCoy. Or maybe, just maybe, Brady Quinn. He isn’t playing now. Probably better to go with Quinn Brady though. So there it is Matt Schaub. Long hair, number 12 and Brady on your jersey… now you’re a stylin’ QB.

Eagles @ Cardinals. My pick – Eagles. Seriously, the Cardinals?
Well, I guess they won, and at home. "Right now we're with Michael. We'll evaluate it as we go," said Andy Reid after the game, about his QB. And I got to thinking, say they bench him? Who is the backup? Nick Foles, who is that? I say…. Bring McNabb back. And here’s why. My first girlfriend and I had a dramatic break up. And I learned there was someone else. And she went back to him…. Sort of. And then… well, yeah, I was the someone else. But I knew the deal. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. And I was OK with it. So I think he will come back. In fact I predict it. 

Steelers @ Raiders. My pick – duh! Raiders stink, right?
Wrong. Although this loss was way less emotional than the 1978 AFC Championship loss to the Raiders. I cried, I was 15, it seemed the thing to do. And I hated the Raiders for years. 2 anyway, until my Steelers went back. But it got me thinking of another team I just hated, with a passion. The 90s era Cowboys, who robbed my Niners of 2 Super Bowls, maybe 3. Who didn’t love Joe Montana? Seriously. And he was hurt for a long time. But the final game of the 1992 season he was back, and they let him play in a game against the Lions Ibelieve, at home. There he was, Super Joe, back on the field, throwing TDs. The only problem was that his backup was the MVP that year, and rumors were that Joe was done in SF. But rumors are just rumors, he’s Joe f@$%ing Montana after all. So they have home field, and the MVP back up barely beats the Redskins, then they host this upstart bunch of morons who fired Tom Landry, and the bastards actually have the audacity to be leading the game late into it. The backup isn’t doing all that hot, they want to get to the Super Bowl right? What would you do? What would anyone do? Joe f@$%ing Montana is over there warming a bench. But they never put him in…. never. What was the dialogue like? Who made the call? There had to be somebody at Candlestick who remembered number 16 andhis 4 Super Bowl Rings.
SCREWED UP SF EXECUTIVE: This doesn’t look good.
HOPEFUL SF EXECUTIVE: Young isn’t cutting it. What about Joe?
SCREWED UP SF EXECUTIVE: We have to keep Steve in. We’re trading Joe remember. Steve is the MVP.
HOPEFUL SF EXECUTIVE: Not today we’re not. We’re losing this game, but there’s time left. Tell them to send Joe in.
SCREWED UP SF EXECUTIVE: blah blah, corporate eanings, salary cap, blah blah, Steve Young blah blah future
HOPEFUL SF EXECUTIVE: he’s Joe f@$%ing Montana!
SCREWED UP SF EXECUTIVE: blah blah future, Kansas City, blah blah retire his number. Good for the company, blah blah
HOPEFUL SF EXECUTIVE: But, sir, he’s Joe f@$%ing Montana!
You get the picture, and this was way funnier in my head, before I wrote it… So, enough of Week 3.

My Picks for the NFL Season - Week 2

Now you will be sure to ask, Jim, don't you mean week 3? That's the one that's playing tomorrow. And I will say "no". Because this is my long dreamed of and finally typed out, Picks for the Week After they have played. Everybody predicts before and they're almost always half wrong, check it out. As James T Kirk is so fond of saying, "I don't like to lose!" And neither do I. But I plan to be fair. So here goes:

BEARS @ PACKERS, my pick, the Packers of course!
A boring defensive team who rants and raves about its exploits in the 80 as if they were the beloved Niners, 4 superbowls to 1, versus the offensively exciting and recent Lombardi winner the Packers? Where many of those receivers caught passes from (wait for it, and bow your heads) Brett Favre?
OK, so I was taking an online course, bettering my life, and every night at a certain time, I get a 15 minute break. It just so happened that my break coincided with the sexiest play I have seen in a long time. OK, since Tom Brady's last TD pass. 4th and long and they lined up for a FG, and I though, before it happened, I would just go for it. Well, they did. Game Over.
score 1-0

BUCCANEERS AT GIANTS, my pick...
This is where it gets tricky. I will have wanted to say that I picked the Giants, after their stinkfest against the Cowboys. But the Cowboys lost to Seattle, badly. So maybe I though the Giants would have a Super Bowl Hangover and Tampa would come in and win one. And since they almost did...
OK, my pick was the Buccaneers. And then there was that whole final play nonsense. And the logic seemed right. Maybe. Then there was that Tom Coughlin lecturing at the coach of the team who lost... yeah whatever, next...
score 1-1

RAIDERS @ DOLPHINS, my pick, The Raiders, just because they probably should be doing something besides sucking. Especially playing the suckiest team in recent memory. But they lost. And maybe something else happened. I don't really care.
score 1-2, see I am being honest

TEXANS @ JAGUARS, my pick, Texans
They're good, the QB is good, the defense is good, blah blah blah
score 2-2

The Ohio teams - whatever... I've been to Ohio, I had an Army buddy and we used to go to his house in Akron. We'd drive through heavenly Western Virginia and up the Cuyahoga something, way to go. But foot ball? And then he got out and joined some weird cult and I never heard from him again. OK, I tried to call a couple time but it was weird. I miss you Eric.
score 2-2

CHIEFS @ BILLS, my pick, home team? Sound fair? These tow haven't dome anything since 1992, when Joe Montana, may he live forever, was playing in the AFC Championship game. And the a$$hole Bills beat him, then lost to that stupid team who stole 2 Super Bowls from my beloved Niners.
score 3-2

THE TEAM WE DO NOT SPEAK OF @ THE ONE WITH THE DOG KILLER, my pick, home team here again, I guess. I actually watched part of it. I think I remember Cheerleaders... and beer. But no football to speak of. Which translates to, nothing exciting.
score 4-2

SAINTS AT PANTHERS, my pick, would NO right the ship? And prove that they are still the team that almost beat the Niners, who almost beat the Giants? Or would that team who has that guy who beat the ducks pull one out? I decided i would have went with NO. So I lost.
score 4-3

CARDINALS @ THE TEAM TOM BRADY PLAYS QB FOR, my pick... please. need you really ask? This one wasn't on the TV, so I followed online, thinking, OK, any moment they will realize it's Sunday, this is a real game. So I guess there was a fumble, and then a FG attempt. OK, they'll win. And that beautiful man will say pithy and truthful things from his soul. His bright eyes shining and his hair billowing in the wind of the press room.
no such luck.... and I join the fans in Foxboro with a loud boo.
score 4-4

VIKINGS @ COLTS, my pick, home team here. And I guess Luck did not suck.
score 5-4

REDSKINS @ RAMS, my pick, I would have wanted to pick the team who won. Because this one could have gone a number of ways. 2 first round QBs with something to prove. So it came down to one team doing something stupid at the end and the other team losing. Being a Favre fan, I know how this feels. And really, it's all about him, isn't it? He hold all the records. No one will ever get there.
score 5-5, not because I picked the loser but just because.... oh, who cares?

COWBOYS @ SEAHAWKS, my pick, Cowboys. yep. Going against the home team because they gave those Giants a whooping last week and Seattle lost to lowly Arizona. And way to go, Arizona defense! Come up with a stop in that game but then NOT do it when Kurt Warner had just bested the Mighty Steelers in the Super Bowl, the one where Bruce Springsteen played. Also the one I almost went to by myself. I had just gotten my tax return and found tickets, supposedly, online, and a flight. I knew hotels were booked but it was Tampa and warm weather. I could just rent a car, in theory, and sleep there. Plus Warren Sapp had just gotten arrested for domestic violence and spent the night in jail, there was always his room.....
Anyway, the Hawks pulled it out, rather convincingly. And I am seriously debating going up there in November when the team Tom Brady plays for will be there. I'll want to be cool, stalking him of course, but just to approach him and say, Hey Tom, good game. (He will have won, of course) And I'll ask him for his autograph, casually, and I'll have something with me. Some piece of paper. And I will post it on Facebook and feel cool for a week.
score 5-6, thanks alot Tony Romo

JETS @ STEELERS, my pick - this is one of those weird ones where I have been a Steeler fan since the 70s, always root for them, except when they played that team Kurt Warner was on in the Super Bowl, and then I rooted for the Packers, but if the Steelers had won... maybe I would just think they are too much, like that recent U2 album and tour that was popular, but i didn't really follow it. But before picking the Jets, I would have wanted to know if Tebow had come in and done something spectacular. He didn't. I watched most of this, but went to make lunch and came back and saw him in the game, doing nothing at all. So, Steelers on this one.
score 6-6

TITANS @ CHARGERS, my pick, home team.
every once in while there is that distant game in a distant land. They aren't on TV and they show if someone has scored when they do. But the uniforms don't look right. And it doesn't look real. San Diego was not wearing what I remember them wearing when my beloved Niners and Steve Young ran all over them for their 5th Super Bowl. So it was weird. And the Titans haven't seemed right since Steve McNair anyway. Come on... Kerry Collins? And then taking Matt Hasselbeck's job away? Who are the Chargers? Are they real? Can they win? They have good people. And they can make the playoffs. Just a weird situation.
score 7-6

LIONS @ 49ERS, my pick, gee, I wonder who? Although it would have been fun to have picked the Lions and then have Matthew Stafford pick them apart and assume the role of an elite QB... but he looks funny. His face is too fat and he doesn't have the je ne sais que that Manning and Brady and Rogers have. It was a fun game to watch. The Niners remind me of a story I read as a kid about the Phoenix bird. He was friends with this boy and then, as they do, the bird kills itself in a fire and then comes back. It's still the Phoenix, but it's new and different. And so it is with this Niners team. They look right, just like Joe Montana, Jerry Rice, John Taylor, Dwight Clark, Bryant Young and Ricky Watters used to look. But they are different. Good, scary good. And maybe the fire was Mike Singletary. They had to go through it to get to the other side. No pain no gain.
score 8-6

BRONCOS @ FALCONS, my pick - Manning of course. It's all about him isn't it? How in the world was he going to come down to Georgia and lose, after shredding the Steelers. But, by the way, what is the difference between Manning doing it last week and Tebow doing it at home in the playoffs? Beating the damn Steelers, and lighting up the stadium in one of the most dramatic and memorable moments in the playoffs.... winning, right? But let's get this old geezer who was good once, a 2 time MVP, (and don't correct me and say that it is 4 because the first one he shared with Steve McNair and the last one he stole from Kurt Warner. MVP means the whole season. Not the season where you put up numbers and then go to San Diego and lose) where was I?
Right, trading Tebow for Manning, in spite of the stern warnings of a mighty Spiting from Pat Robertson.
So was this the beginning? Manning loses? 3 picks? I'm still trying to work out the Divine Plan for Pittsburgh losing.... maybe it wa to make them stronger and to make Manning proud. And pride goes before a fall....
score 8-7

So, even making picks after the games I still came up 8-7. So this is no fluke thing. See you next week.

Thoughts of my Father

I can remember my father telling me, sometime in my late teens, that he really loved the times we had together drinking tea and reading the paper on Sunday Mornings.  We would get up really early and insert ads, then load up the bags on our bikes and head out. It usually lasted an hour and when we got home we would sit and read for another hour before everyone got up. I didn’t say anything in response, just smiled… because, really, I hated him, and also those times. Most of it was being a teenage boy perhaps. But back then, my father was mean.

Many who knew and loved Jim Caruthers Sr in the last few years would not recognize the man I remember. Maybe they’d tell me that I was crazy, or I was being mean myself. In the last few years, as I have reflected back, I have tried to figure out what made him mean, but I have no real idea. And it isn’t important any more. My parents divorced when I was 17, and in typical teenage fashion, I made him the scapegoat for many of my issues, and had almost nothing to do with him until I joined the Army at 20. But I do remember one time, shortly before I left, when he and his new wife came by to drop off a present for my sister. For some reason I didn’t feel so angry, and tried to talk to him. But he said little and drove off quickly…

And it really wasn’t until 1983, after a few months in the Army, when I thought of him again. This time I had just finished seeing a new movie, Return of the Jedi, where a son and a father get back together, if only for a few minutes. I remember seeing it a lot and crying every time. And it took me a few months, but eventually I wrote my Dad a letter and told him that I forgave him and asked him to forgive me. I asked if we could start again. I felt that an effort other than a phone call was required. I pored over the words and later he told me that when he read it great tears ran down his face. I had no real response to hearing that, maybe it seemed odd. I didn’t think he cared that much. He had told me that he was a Christian now, and I remember thinking not a whole lot about that either, but the Lord and I had begun our dance through an army buddy who was witnessing to me. I stoutly refused to surrender, afraid of the whole thing.

I came home on leave and met up with my father and his wife, Wanda. At one point Wanda took me aside and in a very serious tone told me how much my visit meant to him, and how happy he was. None of my siblings wanted anything to do with him. I remember a road trip he and I took to Springfield. It felt a little awkward at first. I had spent so much time hating him, I wasn’t sure how to act. But we talked of the army and his job and other things. I remember sitting on the plane back home and thinking I really didn’t so much have a father as a 55 year old friend.

In 1988, I gave my life to Jesus on a highway in North Carolina at 11 at night. I really had no idea of what I had just done, but I remember sharing this with my father who, again, cried great tears at the news. And he told me he and Wanda had been praying for me. And again I thought, oh, okay, that’s nice.

To this day and every day of my life I will always believe that me forgiving my father was somehow a seed the Lord used to bring me to Himself. And as I sit writing this, crying, and wanting to come to my father’s service, every one of these feelings that at the time were so inconsequential, are now very powerful and emotional. Being a father myself now, I feel each one of my father’s tears over me, as I would have cried over my own sons. I feel him crying that I wanted to spend time with him, to get to know him again, and crying tears of joy that I had chosen to follow Jesus, his prayers were answered.

There was a song that came out in the eighties that had these words: “I wasn’t there that morning, when my father passed away, I didn’t get to tell him, all the things I had to say/I just wish I could have told him, In the living years.” And I am so extremely grateful that I got to tell him I loved him, that I forgive him, I believe in him, I am thankful for him and my mother adopting me, giving me a home and a start in life, that his marriage to Wanda and his walk with Jesus inspired me.

Dad, I remember the man you were… and I remember the pained look in your face a few years ago when you told me to my face how truly sorry you were. I will always see your life as a living sermon of what the Lord can do with a man who surrenders and gives his heart to Jesus. You were transformed. I read comments from people I don’t know, who remember you and your love and service and your heart… I read comments from Wanda’s daughters about how they loved you and you cared for them, and how much they miss you… and I see Jesus in your life, guiding you and teaching you and living through you. Dad, I want to be like you. I want to raise my boys like you. They will always know about you, even if their time with you was short.

Oh, that we could have those Sunday mornings over again. Maybe in Heaven there is a paper and we can ride our bikes again on those deserted Sunday morning streets, and I’ll bring my boys, and afterwards we can all sit down and just get to know each other.  But your life, Dad, has inspired me to look for those moments in my son’s lives, and teach them the good things of God, the things young boys should know, and to listen to them and find out who they are, and love them without condition. And I will love my wife like you loved Wanda, who truly misses you and has nothing but wonderful things to say about you and your life. I will truly miss you Dad, but it is a short wait until we are together again, this time forever.

And I would say to any who care to listen… don’t let the great things of life go unsaid, one to another. Learn from my father and let the Lord heal your bitterness. Call that someone and start again, even if it is difficult. You might find that they will cry great tears of joy.

Blog #12 Media and Messages

One of my favorite, occasional little treats to myself is go to the library and check out an Agatha Christie book on CD. I have tried to read her books but they just don't seem to move me. Either that or the British style of writing doesn't jive with my American ADD. The teleplays on PBS fall short also; somehow the acting is too... British. Not Monty Python British but Masterpiece Theater British, alright, boring. But I love to listen to the stories and my imagination goes wild imagining the English cottage by the sea and the murder and Mr Poirot solving the case. I never come close to solving the case, but it is a wonderful 4 hour escape while I am stuck in traffic.
Now, trying to keep this PG, while my wife and I were dating, we IM'd each other while we were at work a few times, and wow! A lot of fun! Things were said that wouldn't have been said in person. I'll stop before I get too far, but that email from her during the day was so comforting and fulfilling. Sure, I would be seeing her later, and most likely going on a date with her, and even with her mother accompanying us on several occasions, but the email was different.
In my younger days, single days, I would go see movies and then read the books. I felt like the movie was the rough draft, the broad strokes of the idea, but the novel was the whole picture. My expectations were already out of the way by the movie, now I got to find out what the characters were thinking, what their motivation was.
Most of us have seen the old, brown newspapers our parents or grandparents kept of really important events, like the moon landing or Kennedy's death, and for me, the news just has more meaning in a newspaper. The newspaper documented the assassination and you held it and read it and it became Kennedy's obituary. In print it was sealed forever. Except for seeing the devastation of September 11th on TV, internet news and television news has become just a soundbite, another sensational event in between Burger King and Car Dealer commercials. Nothing against Princess Diana, but a great person died at the same time, who gave her life to the cause of suffering people all over the world. But the sensationalism of the death of a princess overshadowed the passing of Mother Theresa. Who had the time to go to the store, get a copy of the paper that day and save it?
A good conspiracy theorist will tell you it's a plot to distract us from the real garbage going on. But I wonder if there is some truth to the fact that rapidly changing headlines and blockbuster movies every week and a constant bombardment of useless information is a medium to manipulate the masses.

Blog #11 Reading Response

I am commenting on the article Is Google Making Us Stupid by Nicholas Carr. In humor, I'd like to say that I started to read it but then got a text from my boss and then my mom called and then 24 came on and I simply scanned it and the next few hundred words are inane drivel masking as analytical b.s. But, I actually went to the mall (no sound system, less distractions), had a Caramel Latte (alright, and a chocolate donut!) and read the entire article in one short sitting.
Mr Carr makes a great case for the internet age being responsible for giving us all a mass case of ADD. As more inputs to our brain pop up, he believes, the less time we have for lengthy, critical readings. In my own life I can bear witness to this. In my twenties I read Herman Hesse, Anne Tyler, Tom Wolfe, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, and several Dostoevsky novels, to name a few. These novels are not known for their knife edge, thrill a minute style. And then I discovered Robert Ludlum and Jack Higgins and my hunger for spy novels increased. Now I crave the likes of Vince Flynn and David Baldacci, because it has to be fast, has to move me from the start. My wife wants me to read Dr Phil's books, nothing wrong with that, but his style is on the same excitement level as watching lettuce wilt. So I understood the article very well.
I liked how he gave examples from the past of the invention of writing and the printing press and cited examples of their critics. It's funny to think about being against writing now, but Socrates' fear that we would start to forget things and not rely on our brains, or intuition, is rather profound. I mean, someone had to be the first one to crack an egg, cook it and notice it tasted good. What about the hind end of a pig? Did instructions appear from the heavens saying that this meat and swiss cheese on rye bread would be good? And what about potty training? Whether you believe in a creator or an evolving race, reading a book and trying to train the kids at 3 or 4 has got to be the wrong way to go about it! Maybe we have been missing something. Maybe the answer to all these questions is in the brain and writing has muddied the answer. Cats don't read books to know that mice are what they are supposed to eat. (Perhaps the previous questions document my ADD perfectly).
Overall I found Mr Carr's article very entertaining and informative. This Google idea of an intelligence insert for the brain is a bit scary though. But maybe it can be useful in helping people remember all their password for all their distracting web locations.

Blog # 10 I Love Technology, I think

I believe I am right at that point where I am going to turn into an “old person” concerning technology. (I used to be a counter helper at Lazerquick and was severely frustrated having to show old people all day long how to make a copy. And don't get me started about old people in the express lane at Safeway!) Don't get me wrong, I love email and the internet (Monty Python in English class!), I sarcastically dismiss newspaper salesmen at my door, and am completely paperless in billing and things, but something is missing from our lives. I can't tell you how many times I have seen a mother on a pointless cell call and wanted to say, “would you hang up and deal with your kids?” The reading from Remix about the lady who is online all day really scares me. There is a disconnecting from reality that is going on. I scanned a book in Kinkos once called, The High Tech Lockout. It was about the reality of applying for work in the new millennium and never being able to contact a real person. I find this highly irritating, and seem to be suffering from this alleged lockout, since it's been almost three years since I have worked steadily. But, in all fairness, there are many of my own dealings where I am glad I can just leave a voicemail, send an email, or not respond to a message. Gone are the days when you could knock on a person's door and they had to answer because they knew you knew they were at home.
Technology seems to be everything: all our entertainment, our daily functions, our finances and now, even our relationships. I am frustrated that my parents don't have email and I am expected to call them and talk to them. But I would hate for my children to think of me like this. It's only on rare occasions I run across someone who is tech free – see I don't even have time to spell out the whole word! And these people seem like oddballs now. But I admire their spirit and their stance. One day I will sit my kids down and explain life in the 60s and 70s, rotary phones and tvs with a huge channel changing nob.

Blog #9 The reading response

The fans are screaming as I leave the dressing room and head for the bus. And scream they should, we totally rocked Chicago the last three nights. I grab my “precious”, the 1969 Fender Telecaster once played by Neil Young at Woodstock and sign few autographs. Up the bus steps and into my private little suite, and the band is headed to Detroit for 2 sold out shows at the something arena. The drive gives me a little time to write. James Cameron wants me to nail a theme song for some new movie of his. And he promised me a cameo. He says he likes our rough style and raw energy and it fits his vision for the film, something called Avatar. Must be about technology or something, online games or MySpace. Crap, after Titanic, I thought he'd try something a little bit more elaborate.....

Oops, sorry, just daydreaming there. Spending time in my “avatar”, or as we called it in the old days, imagining, or having a secret identity. Yeah, the good old 70s when we were forced to go to burger joints and hang out. And you couldn't “text” your friends to have them meet you there. If you were late one day after school, you just missed out. And then, the horror, you went home and did something called “playing outside”. Oh, it was miserable! Using tree branches as weapons and restaging the Battle of Iwo Jima in our huge backyard with some of the neighborhood kids.

I am commenting on the first 3 readings, Alter Egos: Avatars and Their Creators by Julian Dibbell, where he describes what it's like to create an online character for gaming, and the sensation it gives him, being someone who he is not. Also the Facebook article and Someone to Watch Over Me, where Theodora Stites gives a graphic picture of her extensive networking endeavors.

The rock star was my Avatar, before I knew what the term meant, a way to escape the fascism of my parents and the abuse of my father, mainly the trips to the woodshed, a literal one, and a leather belt. My avatar was very detailed in his creation and personality, even though he was just a friend in my head. One day when I “grew up”, and shortly after seeing U2's Zoo TV concert, I decided to write a novel about the guy, kill him at the end and then I would be done with him. Well, good thing I had a swing shift job and a lousy marriage, so I could come home at midnight, write till 4 or 5 and then sleep and go to work. 10 months and 5 rejection letters later, I had a 440,000 word albatross I wasn't quite sure what to do with. I could have self published if I had $5000. But at least I did kind of exhaust the idea of the character. This was in the early 90s before the tech explosion and online gaming communities came to be. And maybe that's a good thing or I would never have escaped fantasy and tried to exist in the real world.

I consider myself a moderate Facebook user and I don't have a MySpace page. The best thing about Facebook has been finding some old friends, but I am just not getting the response I need to my highly witty posts. Nor can I seem to convince others that my man crush with Brett Favre during this NFL season was highly sarcastic. But it is strange how these things dominate culture, and isolate us to our private dens where we type and network but have no real contact. I think this point was brilliantly portrayed in the movie WALLE, with the shipmates using their screens to communicate, even when they were 2 feet apart.