Monthly Archives July 2003

On WWJCD

People ask me how I live my life so unphased by the turbulent world around me. “What’s your secret, Porter?” Well, I’ll tell you.

Whenever I am in a moral quandary, I always look down to my wrist at a certain bracelet I have. “WWJCD?”, it reads. And that’s all I need to think about. For there lies the answers to all of my questions.

Yes, whenever I am in trouble, I just think to myself, “What would Jon Cryer do?”

And the answer points my ship in the right direction.

Usually the answer is, like, “Go star in ‘Pretty In Pink’ and ‘Superman IV’ and then just sort of hang out for sixteen years or so, taking several small, forgettable roles in a series of small, forgettable movies.”

(sigh) That’s the kind of advice my soul can hold on to.

Porter

On Book Clubs

I hate when I start books and don’t finish them. You too? Hey: Let’s start a book club! Hurray! It will inspire us to read. To better ourselves. To gain Knowledge.

We’ll drink coffee in coffeeshops and meet and discuss books. “One iced vanilla latte, please!” Around us will be students studying things. Inoffensive music will play in the background. It will soothe but not disturb us. For our quest must not be disturbed. We must arrive at our destination unscathed. Our destination, which is Knowledge.

We will have great conversations about the books we will read. “I think the main character is too wishy-washy,” I’ll say. “He needs to just set his mind to his goals and accomplish them.” “Yes,” you’ll say. “Good point. You always make such great points about the books we read.” “Thanks! I also love the author’s use of capitalization to underscore important ideas.” I’ll say nonchalantly, and I’ll make a doodle in my Official Book Club Composition Book.

We’ll set deadlines. Deadlines help one in life. Without book club, we may be tempted to put down a book we are reading, and do other things that seem Important At The Time. But when we know, “I have to finish this book by Thursday so I can sound intelligent in book club,” then we will really commit and become better readers. We will be students. Self-made academics. Children of the Renaissance. Children…of Knowledge.

And there will be small, almost insignificant punishments for missing book club deadlines. Nothing big, but just something to make the deadlines seem real. “Whoever doesn’t finish their books on time will pay for dinner for everyone on the night of book club!” we’ll declare. It’ll help us to keep our eyes on the prize. The prize of Knowledge. Really, they won’t even be punishments almost. I don’t even like that term. I mean, this is for fun, right? So, actually just nevermind punishments. I mean, if you want to buy dinner, that’s cool, but no pressure will be put on anyone.

And, realistically, if you miss deadlines, it won’t be a huge deal, but it would be a lot easier if you don’t. If you do, though, it’ll be OK. In fact, if you’re going to miss deadlines often, we’ll probably just delay the deadlines themselves. It’ll give me a reason to sort of get some other things done, too. So no deadlines. I mean, after all, this isn’t some fascist state. Ha.

Also, I should mention that I was never great at the actual analysis of books. I’ll generally just be sort of recanting things I heard said by other people in online reviews. In school, I was not a huge participant in the discussions themselves (though I found them riveting, I assure you). It’s just, I just can’t often vocalize, you know, what it is I’m, sort of, How I Get Things, or, no, What There Is To Get. (?) If there is anything. To get. Does that make sense?

Oh, if it’s possible, can we not do the coffee thing? I just, I know myself, and I get hooked on caffeine easily and then I have to stop drinking it and then I get withdrawal headaches. So it would be easier for me if we just never started that whole cycle, so maybe we could just meet at a Taco Bell or something instead.

Come to think of it, these next few months will be really busy for me, I have some Things That Should Get Done Sooner Rather Than Later, so if you want to delay the start of book club itself, that is OK with me. But there will be a book club at some point! And it will be glorious. Just not right now. And maybe not until after Christmas, come to think of it. And maybe not until after my sister’s wedding next July. But at some point. At some point, we will have a book club, and we will finally land our craft on the rocky shores of that paraside known only as…. Knowle–

Oop, sorry, gotta run, seeya!

Porter

On Jeans and America

If I had to pick one pair or pants that truly represented America, I think I’d have to say: jeans.

Jeans are rugged. Jeans are brash. Jeans are unique. Cowboys wear jeans.

When other pants get in a mess, leaving you in the cold, who do you call on to wear to save your ass? Jeans.

When you’ve got a dirty, thankless job to do, and you know full well going into it that you’re going to cause great harm to your clothes, who’s there for you, ready for the challenge, again and again? Jeans, by God.

Jeans are what apple pie and baseball would feel like if you could wrap them around your legs. Jeans are what the whole world wants to wear constantly but doesn’t want to admit it. Jeans put a chicken in every pot and a car in every garage.

Jeans take your tired, your poor, your huddle masses yearning to be free and give ‘em a Coke and a smile. Give me jeans, or give me death. I hold my jeans to be self evident. Jeans do not discriminate based on race, creed or color. Oh, say, does that blue-denimed banner yet wave, o’er the land of the jeans and the home of the brave? Yes, it does, God damn it. Yes, it does.

Jeans are you. Jeans are me. Jeans. Are. America.

Sadly, here of late, my jeans have gotten more and more constricting, and seem to really ride up my buttcrack these days.

Porter