Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Zombies and You

In 1968, George A. Romero burst on to the scene with a groundbreaking movie. Night of the Living Dead, the first of what would span a whole genre of stories across books, television and cinema, was released to the public; it was met with horror, disgust and intrigue. Drawing inspiration from the novel I Am Legend, George A. Romero's movie would go on to earn between 12 and 15 million dollars over a ten year period. Night of the Living Dead was translated in to 25 languages and released across most of the world, provoking fascination and repulsion.

When we examine the current state of the zombie or undead genre, there is some exciting and innovative ideas present. Films such as Zombieland and 28 Days Later take the undead genre to new and interesting heights. Most recently, cable television network AMC, has forged the latest addition to zombie lore with The Walking Dead, adapted from the graphic novel of the same name.

As a fan of zombie movies and stories, I face much ridicule. I get looks of surprise, disgust and even questioning of my sanity when I mention my penchant for tales of the undead. If we examine the stories themselves, there are some interesting themes involved. George A. Romero tackled the many ideologies prevalent in the 1960s; racism, feminism, faltering of the nuclear family and conformity to mainstream culture.

The zombie genre illustrates philosophical ideas of human extinction. If somehow, humans were no longer the apex organism in our ecological system, it would reap mayhem, mass hysteria and outrage. To say the least, walking corpses would produce chaos and panic.

Zombies themselves are reflections of our need to belong. In the 1960s, being part of the homogeneous society afforded a person access to good jobs, homes and family life. The undead represented a perversion of that ideal. Moreover, their constant consumption (of human flesh) can be commentary on people's constant rate of consumption of material goods and unrelenting quest for more money. Zombie lore states that zombies do not consume resources such as oxygen or food, nor have emotions or feelings of any kind. Their only goal is to seek out living humans and eat them. This lack of emotion and constant consumption is again a reflection of materialism of the 1960s.

In every story about an undead plague, society crumbles and is realigned. Skills such as hunting, building and survivalism become more important than being able to balance a checkbook, use a computer or sell a script for a movie. Max Brooks, author of World War Z, depicts this to a degree when comparing immigrant families and their knack to make things last by repairing broken items and limiting consumption due to the lack of resources. Max Brooks wants to highlight that a "throw away" society such as ours, the skills and definitions of success are vastly warped. In general, people are very worried about being competitive in the material sense: Drive a BMW, live in a posh neighborhood, go on vacations in the Caribbean and also make $100K or more per year. This is what society has defined as being successful. In a hypothetical disaster, such as a zombie apocalypse, all of those things are null and irrelevant.

Being a celebrity seems to have overtaken the need to do something worthwhile in one's life.

Don't get me wrong; I enjoy movies, music and entertainment, but beyond that, I do not care about the lives of celebrities. They do their job and get paid (too much) for it. Our celebrity centric culture works very much to our detriment. How does this relate to zombies? It just might be that worshipping an actor or celebrity makes you a zombie, constantly consuming their content without regard.

The zombie genre is a warning against over-consumption, materialism and general hive mind behavior. It is important to not only have some individuality, but more importantly, it is important to be mindful of our exhaustion of both natural and man-made resources.

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Sunday, November 7, 2010

Living in the South...

I never thought I would be living in the southern United States. Having only lived two years outside of the state of Michigan, I was completely accustomed to four seasons, cool weather during football games, a summer weekend on Mackinac Island and eating at a Coney Island restaurant after a night at the bar.

I moved to Fort Lauderdale, Florida to begin a master's program in public health. South Florida is arguably not truly "The South", as its population is a composite of people from all around the US and the world. There is also a notable difference between "SoFlo" and the rest of Florida. Life seems to be at a faster pace than in other parts. Perhaps this is because of the transplantation of many former New Yorkers to the warmer shores of South Florida; maybe it's due to some hidden societal race that a Michigander like me, will never understand.

Between the cities of Fort Lauderdale and Miami, I would choose Fort Lauderdale nine times out of ten. Why? My gut instinct tells me that Fort Lauderdale is more about the South Florida experience: beaches, babes, warm nights and just letting your worries melt away. Miami, at times, feels as if it was trying its hardest to replicate New York City's fast paced, posh and individualistic fight for life. Instead of focusing and embracing the nexus of Cuban, South American, Haitian and US culture, Miami seems to be focusing on consumerism, materialism and superficiality. Maybe there is some hidden corner of Miami that embraces the opposite and truly incorporates culture and what I would imagine, the quintessential experience of South Florida. If it exists, I haven't found it yet.

I will concede that Miami's cuisine is superior to that of Fort Lauderdale. Fort Lauderdale's culinary offerings are nothing to scoff at, but the quantity and diversity of Miami cannot be denied and should be savored. Ignoring cuban sandwiches, West African influenced barbecue, Caribbean spices would be just that: Ignorant.

What would I consider a true southern experience? Only one city could come to mind: Savannah, Georgia.

I arrived there on hot and humid day. Perfect weather to experience a coastal southern city, the city that General Sherman burned his way to in his campaign to march to the sea during the American Civil War. Also, it used as the setting for the John Berendt non-fiction novel, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Life is a bit slower, as the humidity and heat are numbing. Despite that fact, I quite like Savannah, Georgia. The people, who have mostly moved on from their prejudices of a far by gone era, embrace their "Southern Heritage" and leave the impression of maintaining one of the few remaining bastions of politeness. And who could deny that ever-present southern accent; endearing, charming and soothing, especially coming from a beautiful southern belle.

I am not, however, in Savannah, Georgia. Fort Lauderdale has treated me very well thus far and I would not trade this experience. The people here know they are not living the true southern experience and are not attempting to replicate the experience that another city would offer. They have embraced the laid back, fun in the sun attitude that I expected. I look forward to discovering new places and hidden alcoves of existence in this captivating city.

But right now, I think I'm going to hit the beach...

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

The future is now....soon.

Hopefully someone picks up this concept and runs with it. I would love to see this become a reality (and I don't mean in terms of the iPad).

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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Refined Rage: Aston Martin

Aston Martin is my favorite car company.

A piece of art. Sex on wheels.

Power, elegance, beauty, speed. All of these words describe an Aston Martin, but none are enough to fully grasp what Aston Martin is.

You may look at it and say, "Meh. Just another car."

I say, "You need to get your eyes and pulse checked, because you must be blind and dead.




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