Saturday, December 26, 2009

Stupid mascots and the Irvine Company's "black heart"



Pretty soon, Irvine Valley College students will confront the crucial matter of selecting a mascot to replace the ridiculous “Laser”—which, as you know, is a kind of flashlight. I’m rootin’ for the Bobcats.

For about forty years, Saddleback College has been saddled, mascot-wise, with the “Gauchos,” although all known “Gaucho” images used at the college make clear that the Saddleback College Gauchos have no clue what a Gaucho is. (They confuse the South American gaucho with, well, not the Mexican vaquero, but, well, the freakin' Frito Bandito.)

The only thing worse than the IVC Lasers and the Saddleback College Gauchos is the UCI “Anteaters.”

I arrived at UCI straight from high school, in 1973, and I guess I wasn’t very impressed. I’m pretty sure that the only club was the Young Republicans. It didn’t help that we called ourselves “anteaters.” That seemed stupid to me.


They still haven't dumped that silly mascot.

Well, in case you’re interested, above is a YouTube slide show about the selection of UCI’s mascot. It accompanies a rambling account, by one Schuyler Hadley Bassett, of how the mascot selection was made during the university’s opening year in 1965. (A conversation with Schuyler Hadley Bassett.) A freshman at the time, he spearheaded the “anteater for mascot” campaign, despite his well-founded reservations about that awful idea. Essentially, they pursued the "anteater" idea 'cause they didn't want to be pushed around by the Man.

His account is mildly amusing.

I’ll give this Bassett fella credit: he manages to refer to the “black heart” of the Irvine Company. I guess he thinks everybody thinks that. I guess they do. According to Bassett, students wanted a silly mascot, like Santa Barbara's "banana slugs," but the Irvine Co. hired professionals to come up with dignified mascots and images, and the pressure was on. The students rejected all that. Must've pissed off those Irvinos.

I found the video on a blog called Anteater Antics, “Odds and ends from Special Collections and Archives, UC Irvine Libraries.” It ain’t much.



Previous posts (surprisingly brief) have included

Waiting for LBJ
(That’s right. The crude Texan was on hand for the opening.)

“Silent Movie”
(I was around for that one, in 1976. I recall thinking that Mel Brooks was the grumpiest man alive. He was that day.)

Famous speakers from the past
(Angela Davis, Eldridge Cleaver. Back in ’68 and ’69.)

From Gaucho and Laser ridiculosity (DtB, 2/15/06)
I'm told that, when the "mascot" issue first came up at IVC, then-President Ed Hart was determined to choose, as IVC's mascot, a critter like the Wolverine. "Wolverines"? said everybody. "Yeah, goddam Wolverines!" said Ed. He was like that.

Well, I asked IVC's surviving geezers—there's like three or four of 'em, and you have to catch them between naps—and some of 'em say it was the Wolverines, and some of 'em say it was the Wildcats.


There's a great "Wildcat" story. Once the "Wildcat" mascot idea was put out there, the campus was immediately divided about it. So one of the opponents of Wildcattery found a photograph of a cat engaging in, um, personal lickage. This lurid photo was circulated around campus. 

Upon it was written, "Nobody licks the Wildcats!"
Compare and contrast...

Lasers! Lasers!
Generating an intense beam of coherent monochromatic light!
Lasers lasers,
fight fight fight!

We are Bobcats, you are toast!
We use your ass as a scratchin' post!


Meanwhile, at Saddleback College:


Gauchos? Vaqueros? What the hey!
Get our learnin' from Frito-Lay!
Gooooooooooo Gauchos!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Xmas with Love on Letterman; plus Big Star gets all existential and sings about Jesus



The glorious original recording



Alex Chilton (of Big Star) is some kinda lunatic. But he’s brilliant and wonderful and I love this song. Always have. (I hear irony—especially when he sings, "we're gonna get born now," but Chilton is from the south, so who knows.)

From Big Star’s Third, recorded in 1974. Originally, only 250 copies were made.

Nevertheless, for what it’s worth, the album has long been a critical favorite. Rolling Stone included it on its list of the 500 greatest albums of all time. New Music Express ranked it as #1 of “the Top 30 most heartbreak albums.” (Evidently, the Brit rock press is illiterate.) Have a listen.

Some of you oldsters will  remember Chilton from his 1967 hit "The Letter," when he was singing for the Box Tops. He was sixteen-years-old when he recorded it. Had a gravelly, soulful voice. Another great song: "Cry Like a Baby" in 1968. (Love the fake-sitar guitar, the backing singers, the production—and Alex's soulful voice.)

As Chilton grew older, the growl in his voice disappeared. Go figure. I think he was moving toward purity, angelhood.
Angels from the realms of glory
Stars shone bright above
Royal David's city
Was bathed in the light of love

Jesus Christ was born today
Jesus Christ was born
Jesus Christ was born today
Jesus Christ was born

Lo, they did rejoice
Fine and pure of voice
And the wrong shall fail
And the right prevail

Jesus Christ was born today
Jesus Christ was born
Jesus Christ was born today
Jesus Christ was born

And we're gonna get born now

An excellent companion song/performance: Randy Newman in Rotterdam, 1979: "I Think It's Going to Rain Today" (original album: 1968)
Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With frozen smiles to chase love away
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Lonely, lonely
Tin can at my feet
Think I'll kick it down the street
That's the way to treat a friend

Bright before me the signs implore me
To help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is overflowing

And I think it's going to rain today

I’ve always included this among the great flawed songs. Why flawed? It’s flat bitter; its irony is callow. (No?) Another example: the Kinks’ “A Well Respected Man” (or “Dandy”). Great song (still magical for me), but it’s something that only a young and haughty whippersnapper would foist upon the world.

–Still…..

Big Star (were never big stars; just great little ones)

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

SOCCCD People of the Year

Yesterday, on Red County (Conservative Of The Year), Christian Milord informed readers that the newspaper Human Events has named Dick Cheney its Conservative Of The Year for 2009.

“Conservative of the Year”: evidently, this isn’t like the Time magazine “Man of the Year” title, which has been bestowed on the likes of Hitler and You. Nope, CofY is an honor.

Milord says that Cheney deserves the award, for he’s defended “enhanced interrogation methods” (you know: torture) and he favors free markets (although he does seem to make exceptions for companies with whom he is associated) and limited government (except, I guess, when his crowd is in charge of government).

“Thank you,” says Christian to Dick, “for your great service to America and the cause of Freedom.”

OK. I hereby nominate Raghu P. Mathur for the “really competent and selfless SOCCCD leader who isn’t after money, that’s for sure” award for 2009. Also, I nominate Tom Fuentes for the “Not a rat bastard & doesn’t let politics intrude, plus he’s a true Christian” prize.

These men will long be remembered for their extraordinary achievements. They have attained the extremities of conduct—really they have—and have done so despite the burdens of defective organs and/or faculties.

They truly stand out.

I’m told that the Chancellor looks forward to the award ceremony in January, to be held immediately after the “invocation/moment of silence” of the SOCCCD “Chancellor’s Opening Session.”

We’re looking forward to that day too.

Mr. Fuentes has already commented on his award. During a recent phone interview with Dissent, he displayed his customary likability and warmth, insisting that “others, really, are far more ‘not’ a rat bastard than I will ever be!”

“Yeah, Tom? What about the ‘not letting politics intrude’ part?”

“Ha! The truth is, I let politics intrude all the time. And, by the way, I could be a much better Christian than I am!”

“Yeah? So, should we take the prize back!?”

“Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!”

• Texas Man Says He Found Rat Jaw in Frozen Veggies

Rebel Girl is Baja Bound





See you in the new year!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Two sweet kids

TigerAnn visited tonight.


Young Natalie at Farrell's, Sunday morning

Dissent gift idea (dear reader)



IT'S WINDY AND COLD and beautiful up in these mountains—kinda portentous, actually—and so, naturally, I have a suggestion.

Ever hear of the band Love and their 1967 album “Forever Changes” (FC)? No? Well, it’s time you caught up. Better yet, buy the dang album and give it to a friend. Then they can tell you all about it. It’s great. And unique.

For the initial FC sessions, the band, except for leader/singer Arthur Lee, were strung out on heroin, and so few members were present (Neil Young was involved at this stage). But after a few songs were recorded with all the fancy session musicians (including Carol Kaye on the bass), the band realized that, just maybe, they were missing their big chance, and so they straightened up and recorded the album, and quickly too. That’s hard to believe, listening to the album, which is wonderfully well-produced.

For what it’s worth, this psychedelic album, which sold dismally, has always had a stellar critical reputation. New Musical Express rated FC #6 on their greatest albums list. Rolling Stone named it 40th on its list of all-time greatest albums.

All the central players are dead now. Oh well. The music lives on. It sounds great in these crazy-sunny-cold mountains right now. (Uh-oh, I see clouds. They're moving too fast.)

The death part just makes the music sound better. (No Matter What You Do, My Little Red Book, Everybody’s Got To Live)


Some black guys and white guys, makin' psychedelic music together in the 60s


1967: meanwhile, in Detroit....
(Proof that assholes, too, can make great music.)


“Tired and disengaged? –Well, yeah, guess so. Whatever.”

In this morning’s Inside Higher Ed:

Do American Students Bring Down the Curve?
"My Lazy American Students," an op-ed in The Boston Globe, is attracting considerable online debate. The piece – by Kara Miller, who teaches history and rhetoric at Babson College – compares her American and foreign students. "My 'C,' 'D,' and 'F' students this semester are almost exclusively American, while my students from India, China, and Latin America have – despite language barriers – generally written solid papers, excelled on exams, and become valuable class participants," writes Miller. She compares the way her foreign students listen to everything she says, while "[t]oo many 18-year-old Americans, meanwhile, text one another under their desks (certain they are sly enough to go unnoticed), check e-mail, decline to take notes, and appear tired and disengaged." ….

Roy's obituary in LA Times and Register: "we were lucky to have you while we did"

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