truth February 27, 2012
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- Truth is female.
- Truth never travels naked. She uses clothing and accessories to cover and adorn herself. This elicits a variety of comments from the people who see her. Some say, “she has excellent taste.” Others say, “the way she dresses is very becoming and appropriate.” Others say, “she certainly spends a lot of money on herself.” Others say nothing, but are overcome with emotions such as Envy or Carnal Desire. And there are those who simply say “she looks good.” All of these reactions are correct.
- It is difficult to know what Truth does for a living. One thing is clear: she’s great at networking. Her social connections bring her benefits and advantages which sustain her comfortably through all Fortune’s vicissitudes.
- Truth’s shrewdness in building profitable relationships also helps her avoid useless ones. Her countless unworthy suitors, whether after her body, her soul, or both, often mistake her easygoing air for an invitation, and imagine her flirtations to confirm their own concealed wishes. But later on, when they come calling, she’s nowhere to be found.
- Truth is not an object. Truth is a moving target.
- Those who pursue Truth, imagining themselves worthy of possessing her, walk a thin line between divine inspiration and delusion. Many who go off chasing Truth, who wants nothing to do with them, fall into errors from which they never recover.
sketch: waste (11/19/11) February 19, 2012
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My mind is coiled on itself like an intestine. Thoughts crawl through it: the chewed-up remains of what my senses have feasted on. There are some perceptions that I lose or leave behind; I assimilate others into the substance of my life. Then there’s the rest, what passes through me and exists in speech or writing; self-expression is an act of defecation. If I abandon the habit of letting things out, these things clog the plumbing, and I feel constipated. Although it causes me some discomfort to produce these waste products, although the activity saps my energy and its products inspire my instinctual disgust, the task satisfies me too. A sense of pleasure accompanies the knowledge that I’m doing something necessary.
Our bodies produce waste as a matter of fact. We have systems in place to hide these products, to segregate them from what feeds us, to expel them from the places where we live and sleep. We leave them for the bacteria and fungi that drag them into the earth’s dirty subconscious, transforming them by the alchemy of life back into flower and branches and leaves. The vocation of writing completes an ecosystem. The act of speech sates the hunger of a living silence. And the outpouring of song caresses the vibrating air; we give to the world from what we have, and, having no further use for it, escape our burdens, and forget them.
sketch: loss (11/18/11) February 19, 2012
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She lost her innocence in the instant during which his touch severed her knowledge of authority from her knowledge of her body, the habit of obedience from the persistence of pleasure. Not that she would have identified it afterward as a sexual awakening; she would have recalled how a vague sense of her inherited values – mixed with the taut, impatient racing of her heart – set off a dissonance inside her that shook her faith. She didn’t grant her innocence a mourning period; she let it die in awestruck silence, wondering what lie on the other side of this brokenness, wondering what further novelties life was determined to wring out of her.
the cosby show, season 3, episode 21: chronicle of a deception February 6, 2012
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theo receives a package in the mail that he ordered from a magazine. it’s a product called “bag-o-gags,” a bag whose contents are designed to trick people. theo opens the bag and begins to explain its gags to rudy. there’s a fake ice cube with a fake fly in it, which is meant to be snuck into someone’s drink while they aren’t looking. “somebody will think there’s a real fly in there,” theo explains. “that’s not funny,” rudy replies. theo retorts that she’s too young to understand, then, after offering a sincere-sounding apology for belittling her, offers her a handshake. she doesn’t realize there’s a joy buzzer in his hand, and, after feeling the shock, squeals in surprise. he thinks he’s won her over to the idea, but she recovers her compusure after he shows her the device. “that wasn’t funny either.” unfazed, theo pulls a third item out of the bag: a pack of gum that tastes like dirt. rudy reacts with an exaggerated “ew,” but when two of them hear that vanessa is about to come downstairs, theo suggests that they use the gum on vanessa. “now that’s funny,” rudy says.
when theo had suggested that she was too young to understand any of the gags in the bag, he might have been right. she didn’t like them when she understood the nature of the deception, and she still didn’t like them when theo put her on the wrong end of a deception. but when it finally occurs to her that she could take pleasure in deceiving others, she joins theo’s side, going from conscientious objector to full accomplice in less time than it took for vanessa to descend the stairs.
getting vanessa to put the gum in her mouth requires two different types of dishonesty: theo and rudy both pretend that they are chewing and enjoying the gum they want vanessa to try, and in order to convince vanessa to try the gum, theo has to lie to her about how it tastes. “it’s a spearmint/peppermint type thing. and it’s sugarless.” he’s obviously making it up on the spot, but she isn’t wise enough to detect it.
vanessa reacts to the gum with predictable disgust. although her response is perfectly natural, theo and rudy erupt into laughter. feeling angry and ashamed, vanessa reveals her own immaturity by levying the charge of immaturity against them, but the charge doesn’t stick; it’s only a front. without being able to inspire guilt, vanessa fails to end the chain of deceptions. in any case, theo isn’t the type of man to let things end so early; he’s never been one to rest on his laurels. his soul is brave and in love with possibility. “where’s mom?” he wonders aloud. vanessa answers “in the kitchen” without thinking, and then recoils: “you’re not going to give her that gum, are you?” “no,” he answers, leaping off the couch. “i’ve got something better!”
with that, he ushers his sisters into the kitchen in order to launch a new offensive. he resorts to the joy buzzer again, and although the ruse he uses isn’t his most complex so far, it’s his most well-developed. the overture of flattery is sincere and subtle enough for him to avoid arousing his mother’s suspicion, and since theo offers his hand so quickly, clair doesn’t have enough time to realize how strange it is that her son wants to shake her hand while she’s preparing dinner. after the shock arrives, the kids all react with extreme delight, their satisfaction being heightened by the fact that the person they’ve deceived is their mother. after regaining her composure, clair responds with grace. “you got me good with that one.” clair huxtable is a woman of rare poise.
she uses her poise to conceal the shards of her former innocence. “let’s get your dad,” she suggests, knowing that she has a room full of willing accomplices willing to stand behind her. this deception should be the easiest to pull off, since so many people are united in the same intention. from a grown woman to a little child, all generations present in the huxtable household are united in the same iniquity. how could they possibly fail?
but they do. the first problem is that clair is a terrible liar. after calling cliff downstairs, she claims “i was just wondering if we should have fish for dinner.” besides being a flimsy excuse for calling her husband all the way downstairs, everything about her, from her slanted gaze to her posture, screams “i’m hiding something!” and you can tell by the way cliff glances back at the stairs and by the tone of detachment in his reply that he knows something is up. this is dramatic irony: the audience notices, but the kids don’t. in the next instant, when his children try to appear innocent while offering him some gum, you can tell that when it comes to body language, they might as well be illiterate.
so far, the episode has been patient enough in building up to this moment of irony, and instead of releasing the tension all at once, it follows through with the same patience. cliff doesn’t refuse the gum his children offer him, because even though the circumstances would prove his suspicions correct, such a response would be an affront to the gracefulness of the offer. clair has already given herself away, but his kids haven’t. he suspects his entire family is lying to him, and they are, but the only way for him to test his suspicions is to test the lie itself.
so he accepts the gum, but claims that he doesn’t want a whole stick. he tears it in half and offers the other half to his son. theo, who is not terrible at lying, only has to continue to pretend that he already has gum in his mouth. the only way cliff could continue to test him is by checking inside his mouth, which would be too weird. as cliff turns to rudy, she refuses the gum with a sense of involntary alarm. she is a little child, and to continue to test her would be too easy. vanessa merely claims to have had some gum earlier. her lack of committment to the lie leaves cliff nothing to exploit.
luckily, cliff knows he can count on his wife. she accepts the gum gratefully, then immediately puts it in her pocket. “aren’t you going to chew it, dear?” he asks her, being sufficiently convinced by her continued evasiveness (it’s not in her character to avoid eye contact with the man she loves) that he is finally justified in calling the family’s bluff. after extracting a confession from rudy, who’s all too eager to give herself away, he pronounces his sentence: “you all are the saddest bunch of sorry people i’ve ever seen in my life.” as he launches into a harangue, theo hangs his head. at first you think he’s ashamed at having been defeated by a male rival in his campaign of deception, but as he continues to walk around behind his father, loading the buzzer into his hand, you realize that he’s not yet ready to admit defeat. as he comes up to cliff and begins a feigned apology, you know what he’s going to do, but you don’t know whether it’s going to work. the speech sounds sincere enough, but since he has to end it with “put ‘er there” when he solicits the handshake, it’s only a matter of course for cliff to refuse the gesture and to turn his son’s hand over, revealing the buzzer. the audience erupts in applause, and the camera turns to a look of genuine astonishment on clair’s face. theo is defeated, and cliff continues to shame the whole lot of them. “this is sad. this is really sad. do you know, i had this stuff 39 years ago!” in true feminine fashion, claire asks cliff how he knew theo had the same gags. i say “in true feminine fashion” because, having reached adolescence, theo would never have asked that question, since the only possible answer is one that highlights the reality of defeat, rubbing salt in the wound. “i know all and i see all,” cliff says. it isn’t true, of course, but the preceding events have illustrated that that doesn’t matter. it’s up to the family to prove him wrong.