Monday, April 14, 2014

ABSINTH MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER

It al started on a dark and stormy night...no, wait. Wrong story.

There I was painting, writing, developing a super awesome hybrid business with the love of the best woman, a superhero step-son and the coolest baby that has ever been adopted in the history of adoption! I was constantly singing "EVERYTHING IS AWESOME"
What happened next, you ask?

Well, my wife and I decided to make sure I got all orders for children into "The Big Guy" before the ever looming darkness that is age 40!

We went into the IVF clinic (a story for another blog for more mature and forgiving eyes) and began the "fun" process.
Apparently my minions are more like Switzerland. Happy to just be there and not bother anyone or invade anyone's territories. So the job had to be done for them.

In between meetings with architects, engineers, and contract negotiations, I came home to shoot my wife! (with hormones, etc)

If you thought fostering and the adoption wouldn't strain your marriage...try giving your wife a shot with a needle where the "rule of thumb" was an understatement! I had to approach her like a National Geographic photographer.
"There she is, in her natural habitat...move slowly towards the lioness...one wrong move...now...LUNGE!"

They retrieved the eggs and when ready they implanted two of the 17 ready eggs. Yes, we could've put the Octo-mom to shame, but I don't think Diana wanted to carry that many kids. (She totally could've if she wanted to!)

Needless to say it's not the best way to start pregnancy, ya know, stabbing your wife multiple times n all

When the time came we went in for the blood test for pregnancy...we won! (Is that the right thing to say?)
The nurse said her HCG levels indicated only one egg. COOL.

we had an ultrasound scheduled for a few weeks later. We went to hear the heartbeats and get there shoe sizes, etc.

"There is the heartbeat...", the Dr. said. "...oh, and there is another heartbeat."
The rest of the visit sounded like Charlie Brown's teacher.
TWO!

I've since spent the last couple weeks going through a lot of emotions.

What will we do with 4 children 5 and under? is the word "mini-van" gonna be forced on me? I've made it to almost 40 without one.
Will one of the twins absorb the other and be twice as strong?
Will they be friends? enemies? both, like Prof. X and Magneto?
UGH!




The anxiety never goes away...but then there comes the excitement.
I have had multiple moments of complete serenity. flashes of inspiration personal solace.
Few if anything could be more terrifying and exciting as the prospect of Twins. Exciting because we are finally able to bring children into this world and increase our bond as a family. terrifying because, People, I did what I could to prevent a little Jonathan from running around on this Earth...and now there will be two!!

But now my biggest problem is trying to figure out a way to sing "EVERYTHING IS AWESOME..ER"

Sunday, June 9, 2013

THE SUPERMAN CONUNDRUM


WHY NO ONE LIKES SUPERMAN


When we look to heroes, we crave the safety that comes from their strength, their unwavering moral compass, and the ability to save the innocent in spite of the cost to themselves. 

However, when Joe Schuster and Jerry Siegel did exactly that, through the years, the masses gradually changed their mind.
"We don't want a hero that ALWAYS does the right thing!" The made up persons to prove my point said.
"We want a conflicted character. Some kind of inner demon or turmoil with which to struggle."

"More powerful than a locomotive? We drive Hybrid cars now."

"Able to reach tall buildings in a single bound? We can do everything from our couch."

"faster than speeding bullet? We have high speed Wi-Fi."
"We can't relate to a character with no flaws other than an alien rock."

"Nobody can stop him. He is a boring hero."


WHY WE SHOULD LIKE HIM

When I discuss the silly hypothetical world of heroes the debate of the validity of Superman always arises. 
He isn't interesting. He flies, smashes the bad guys but then takes them to jail and hides behind the most ridiculous disguise...glasses...He hides behind glasses!

I agree there are things in the world of heroes that are absurd and have been the focal point of criticism throughout the years. I will point out for the sake of the silly argument, that if the Clark Kent persona, is your biggest issue with a comicbook book character you have a bit of tunnel vision. there is no issue with the idea of flight? superhuman strength? Heat ray eyes? 

I think if we can break down Superman to the core values we might be ready to revisit the upcoming Zack Snyder's film, Man of Steel.

Since the early ages of civilization, Heroes existed. Gods were created to explain events and to teach humanity's principles. Zeus, Hercules, and Perseus, all were representations of the sub consciences moral system.
We have needed heroes since that time. stories to teach us and our children how to behave and how to treat our fellow man. 

Superman...an Orphan, was hurled away from his home and family to be the last remaining member of his people and dropped into a new world where he was different. 

He could've easily dominated the Earth into submission through force, yet he chose, or rather, was taught, to help others and be the constant force for good no matter what the circumstances.

Struggle 1: Kryptonite: the weakness of Superman. the Achilles' heel of our hero. anyone of us who has ever struggled with any kind of addiction can relate to this struggle. 

Struggle 2: his love for those he swore to protect. Lois, Jimmy, Jonathan and Martha Kent and the rest of the world. He makes choices constantly some at the sacrifice of his loved ones to protect the masses. (pretty admirable to me)

Struggle 3: To be constant and vigilant in keeping his powers in check. To spare those who "deserve it" and continually help those who consider him an outcast, use him only for their selfish purposes and consider him a freak to dangerous for his own good. That's a pretty intense "moral struggle"...oh and HIS parents died too!



WHY I LIKE SUPERMAN

By no means is this section to be a sob story but I wanted to think about why the imaginary world of superheroes has fascinated me since almost birth. 

Reason 1: I was born in Japan (foreign planet) and raised in a military family that moved a lot. Constantly, going from one base to the next. From one country to the next. From one set of friends to the next. Needless to say I got used to being the "new guy", or the odd man out. I also hid my tall gangly body behind glasses at the age of 7 (I could relate to the clumsy Clark)
And it was difficult to fit in. For example the switch from Southern Germany, where we had little to none interaction with the US culture to southern Texas is pretty severe. 

I found myself in several undesirable situations due to how I spoke, acted, my beliefs, and mostly for standing up for people who couldn't or wouldn't stand up for themselves. 

 It was easy to relate to the loner who never fit in yet found it was his purpose and duty to protect even those who may want to hurt him. 

Some hate the Messianic symbolism of the only son sent to a world to save them, but I love it! It simply reminds me that each of us has a purpose and duty to everyone around us and sometimes ONLY we can do what needs to be done. That's a pretty positive message to me. (And remember this was written by two jewish guys)

Reason 2: I am now a father to two boys who have come into my world. one is my Step-son and the other will soon be an adopted son and I now see the entire cannon of Superman through the eyes of Jonathan Kent. Even though I wasn't involved with their births I have immediately formed the bond a father and son have. I look to their future and see my responsibility and purpose to make these boys into men who help those who cannot help themselves, protect those who cannot protect themselves and be the boring Superman that everyone knows will ALWAYS do what's right and good in spite of the sacrifice to themselves. 
I found this to be an amazing example growing up and even today. 
I was taught to find truth where ever it may be. whether in a holy script or in a children's comic book. 
I will always strive to be like Superman. I am kinda already there...one of my weaknesses is rocks so please don't throw them at me!

Maybe Kal-El, the son of Krypton, has become a antiquated hero. Maybe we no loner need an "unattainable ideal", but I like the idea that I can at least be Superman to my family. I hope you can too!



Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Heroes...Where are they?


Rarely do I get on a high horse. In fact I strongly urge you to never mount an equestrian animal when it is under the influence of illegal substance, but that's besides the point and a blogging adventure for another day. Today, however, I do feel impressed to express the power of heroes. 

I was a child who was molded by fiction. A lot of my morals were decided by answering the familiar question "What would Superman, Spidey, or Batman do?" For the most part during my forming years the heroes had a code and it seemed to line up with a pretty strict black and white, right or wrong mentality with the occasional test of scruples. I learned honesty, I found personal accountability, and realized someone needed to stand up for those who can't stand up for themselves. 
The superheroes never let me down. Every cartoon, tv show, movie or comicbook continuously threw them into physical, emotional, and psychological peril only to witness them rising from the ashes better than they were before and forever changed.

I consider myself a humorist and rarely add my two cents on things of a sensitive nature but the events in Boston have seemed to be hanging out at the Kwik-E_Mart of my mind for the last couple of days. The immediate question is always "WHY?" followed by "WTF?"...at least for me. I can understand the human emotions of frustration and anger, but it takes a lot to go from mad to hate and then to take violent action against someone. I don't understand that level of hate. We are constantly aware of these types of actions whether they be in our hometowns or on a global scale. 
My superheroes would want justice and for right to prevail and even revenge for the pain and suffering caused to innocent people, but my eyes, mind, and heart are constantly turned to those who run towards the danger, not to attack, but to help. THESE are the heroes. They don't usually even know what they are doing in the moment of chaos. All they know is that someone needs help and they are't going to wait for someone else to do it. The parents who work everyday with no thanks to keep their family safe and fed, those people who do what is right even when no one would ever know if they decided to do otherwise.
These are my real heroes.
I hate to say "bad guys" who do bad things have been around for a long time and will be around forever. Depressing, I know! 

But for my children, and for everyone else who loses hope during these times of violence and disaster I want to let them know that there will always be heroes to help, comfort, protect and to stand for those who cannot stand for themselves. I also want them to know they don't need superhuman strength or galactic instilled powers of the Cosmos. They simply need to do SOMETHING! We can do something. Something good. Something kind. Something today


"When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” To this day, especially in times of “disaster,” I remember my mother’s words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world." -Mr. Rogers




Monday, March 18, 2013

HONORABLE PARENT FAIL or "Ninjago Jenius"?


Ok. Ok. I know I am not the first person anyone thinks of when it comes to parenting advice. In fact, people look to me as the exception to the rule, as in, "You had amazing parents so how did YOU turn out THAT way?"

I thought I would take a dive into the deep end of parenting these last couple years and STILL haven't read any parenting books...unless you count every issue containing Batman and Robin. (And we ALL know how that worked out, right? He has only had two out of five Robins die, so I consider that a win)

My son Simon just turn four but somehow added a million new words and abilities to manipulate and not do what his mother or I ask him to do. I usually don't ask for anything like massage my feet or change the baby's diaper, but he seems to think he is above such menial tasks like brushing his teeth, baths  and bed. Now, along with these new found four year old super powers, he has also found a new and intense love for the show called Ninjago. We never let him watch the show but somehow kids find out about these things anyway... some kids talk to each other! yeah, I know, it's crazy!

So one day I decided to pull myself away from my adult television show, Bob's Burgers, and see what my child is being influenced by. I noticed the classic ninja formula...ninja's with special powers fighting an evil gang of snake-like dudes searching for more weapons to rule the blah blah blah... However, Simon was glued to the TV like I was the first time I saw Godzilla stomp through the deserving Tokyo metropolis. Then, simon turned to me and said, "Dad, are you a Ninjago?"
Any good parent would say, "No, son, I am just your father who is here to provide food, shelter, and love for you." HA! Not I! I saw the moment as a way to use his recently acquired skills of manipulation against this ever growing four year old!!

Here is the conversation:

   Me: "Yes, I was a Ninjago."

   Simon: "What?! Really?"

   Me: Yes. I used to be the Red Ninja, but when I found your mother I promised I would give up the       life of the Ninjago and settle down and just be Batman on occasion."

   Simon: "Do you still have your swords and suit?"

   Me: "I still have my suit but I threw away the swords."

   Simon: "No! You shouldn't have thrown a way the swords."

   Me: "Don't worry I can still protect you. Simon, It is tradition for the Ninjago suit to be passed down from father to son, however, I can only give it to you if you are 'Honorable' and do what your mother and I ask of you.

   Simon: "OK!"

Since hat moment the word "honorable" is a staple part of any conversation with our son. Am I a bad father for blatantly lying to my son? MEH, I really don't care:) I'll break the news to him the same day I let him know I'm Santa too and give him a gift card to my therapist!

Nanananananananananana...BADDAD!