Thursday, February 21, 2008

Cha cha cha cha Changes

Have you noticed "change" thrown around ad nauseum recently? While every presidential candidate has adopted "change" as a pivotal plank in each's political platform, have they simultaneously underestimated each American's ability to be the change they wish to see in their own lives? What will change in a year that Americans can't change for themselves today?

Regardless of the person elected: will a new health care system still allow some medical professionals to treat humans like cash cows? Should we expect any less when we ask them to play God but sue their pants off when they fail?

Will celebrity worship continually redefine the American Dream as an unattainable apex some will conquer while others crumble in their wake? Does every person need a personal bathroom, bedroom and entertainment center, or is this just what the Real Housewives of Orange County have redefined as "needs" for us? Have you seen the ads that depict the internet inaccessible cell phone user as a dog or the ones where the poor boob is persecuted by his friends for not seeing in HD?

Will we relentlessly enslave ourselves in an economythat relies upon daily pocket-purging in pursuit of the trophy given to he who dies with the most toys?

Is it a mystery that our brains' increasingly depend on medication to maintain sanity? Are brain difficulties increasing because of increased scientific recognition or because of the stress that accumulates questing for the impossible dream?

Will we repeatedly expect our teachers to educate our children into high-paying professions but scoff at them when they ask for raises that barely cover union dues? Why, when social status is determined by the amount of significant figures on our paycheck, do teachers have bottom-dweller status? If education was a top priority in our society, why do educators have to grovel for the proper classroom support necessary to educate the mentally-diverse in "regular" classrooms?

Will we constantly be baffled by youth who become more promiscuous earlier in life while their adolescent media mirrors – Lindsay Lohan, Hilary Duff, Britney Spears, the Olsen twins – develop into teenage sex symbols? Is Hannah Montana next? Is it coincidence that watching a High School Musical may turn you into a Desperate Housewife?

Will we add to the list of attributes – fat, ugly, weak, slow, unpopular, stupid, prude, poor – we judge ourselves by? Does it make any sense that students should be absent with fear from school because they lack new shoes? How long would you last as a loser and failure before you snapped?

Can't we be the ones who make smarter decisions about our personal energy consumption? Can't we empower our children to love the reflection in the mirror and not the ad in the magazine? Can't we redefine the American Dream as one which satisfies a personally-defined happiness checklist and not one which drives us debt-ward to fulfill an expanding materialistic one? Can't we do these things without feeling un-American? And can't we do them now?

Yes we can.

Remembering the Three Rs

(Originally written July 29, 2007)

Mr. Robinson, I’ve excitedly anticipated your July 26 continuation of our global warming discussion (“Global Warming Not A Threat To Shore – Terrorists Are”).


I agree that Al Gore is a life-long politician. But if I believed that politicians selfishly based every decision on political advancement instead of scientific evidence or moral basis, I’d have an overly cynical view of both our system and people in general. I can be cynical, but I have limits. Al Gore is no more the end-all-be-all of global warming theory than is Richard Lindzen. Instead of volleying expert’s opinions which both support and oppose global warming theories, I’ll concede that global warming influences remain debatable and explore a tangential issue from my last submission.


The alluded-to feces emanate from Wreck Pond. They’ve closed beaches over the past few years and have prompted the extension of the recently-completed outfall pipe. Although the convenient fecal culprits are geese, water quality tests have shown that human waste constituted as much as 85% of the bacteria. The tampon I referred to was identified by my wife as a Tampax Pearl and the beach was Trenton Blvd. in Sea Girt. I agree; conditions are better than those referenced in Billy Joel’s lament, “We Didn’t Start the Fire.” But even if we didn’t start the fire, should we be moved to grab skewers and marshmallows?


The point is that a natural environment stands no chance in our cultural environment. I’m not placing guilt for Americans’ inherited lifestyle. I’m not criticizing or discounting anyone’s admirable, Johnny Appleseed-esque resume. Rather, I’m trying to raise awareness of our profound influence on the environment that sustains us; the one that’s routinely subservient to culture. I’m trying to rekindle an oft-ignored “R”: responsibility.


Readers: Please speak up (terraceadvocate@gmail.com) if the following emotions elicit any sympathies, empathies, or apathies.


I’m disgusted when cigarette butts are thrown from car windows. I’m tired of finding A.B.C. gum while making sandcastles with my niece. I’m confused when environmentalists can support drilling in a wildlife refuge. I’m repulsed by Freehold’s pillaging of open spaces in favor of bland, energy-sucking, unsold monstrosities. I’m appalled when sprinklers run during downpours. I’m flabbergasted by my town’s plan to “encourage the development of continuous wildlife corridors” by converting every inch of acreage on RT. 34 into office complexes. I don’t know where “reduce” went.


We consistently allow ourselves to rationalize environmental responsibility. It’s ok to occasionally throw bottles in the trash because we recycle most of the time; it’s reasonable to remove trees if they inhibit power lines; it’s legitimate to eliminate “unproductive” acreage because real estate generates money. We fear global warming theory because it’s incorrectly implied that we scrap our culture and resume rubbing sticks on stone. Like environmental responsibility, the opposition will always defend itself with a human caveat: we will defend nature as long as it stays out of our way, serves our needs, and keeps its mouth shut when we need to punish it.


I warned you about my cynicism.

Here's to You, Mr. Robinson

(Originally written June 21, 2007)
Within the first 15 words of the 6/7/07 submission to the Editor (Keep the Global Warming Debate Open), Mr. Robinson said two agreeable things: there should be a continuing debate, and it is a social issue. So here’s to you, Mr. Robinson.

After that, the text provided an excellent start to this debate.

Let’s get Al Gore out of the way first. Refer to Time’s 5/28/07 article, “the Last Temptation of Al Gore.” He does fly regularly but predominantly via commercial air and as a result buys carbon offsets. He and his wife do drive SUVs, but both are hybrids. He does live in a mansion, a renovated, 1915 home (an idea – renovation and preservation – which has become taboo in our area) and pays 10x the average energy bill because the house is powered by completely renewable energy sources. And, it is neither a surprise, nor a dig, that he pledged not “use energy the same as the rest of us do,” because, quite frankly, we waste it.

Which introduces vital questions about our debate: are we debating global warming as a human-caused phenomenon or debating our society’s global responsibility?

To the first question: let’s assume, as you propose, the scientists we are blindly following on the evening news are 100% wrong and our carbon-dioxide producing society is not influencing the Earth’s inevitable warming. What other information do scientists have wrong? Does pollution really affect our health? Is coal power really dirty? Are oil reserves really going to disappear? Or, as claimed, is global warming another construction of the global citizenry to curb an American society which accounts for 6% of the world population yet consumes 40% of its resources?

Well, if the U.N. wanted to stop the world from having an influence on American society, they should start by blocking importation of electronics, furniture, clothes, and autos that define our extravagant lifestyle. But that’s a different debate. We still want all those things (because we’re American and we deserve them), we just want them for ourselves. It’s the biggest problem with the global warming debate: we rationalize it for our selfishness.

We don’t want our “pristine” beaches affected by contaminants from filthy geese, but we can’t keep our own feces and tampons out of the water. We complain about energy prices, but the homes we build consume twice the energy of those which formerly stood in their place. We ponder vanishing petroleum and rising costs as we sip our Poland Spring bottles and lament the dilemma facing Africans who can’t find clean drinking water.

Do you remember the anti-drug commercial with the famous line, “I learned it by watching you!”? How can we condemn China for using coal power even though our economy was built the same way? Maybe our cloudy mirror is hiding the truth.

What’s the debate, Mr. Robinson? Are we fighting for society (our “right” to waste in extravagance as the world wallows) or for humanity (our existence on the only known planet with sustainable life)?

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Sanity Amidst Ignorance

(Originally written August 25, 2007)

I have three “hypothetical” situations that require legal and social guidance.

First: I am stopped at a traffic light along RT. 71 in Spring Lake at 3:30pm on a dreary Thursday afternoon and (remember, all hypotheticals) the man driving the black Chevy Silverado behind me casually throws his still-lit cigarette out the window. Am I “legally” allowed to get out of my car and throw it back in his window? What if I promise to tamp it out first? If I provide his license plate number can you print it (in a 72pt. bold, serif font) and encourage other citizens to throw cigarettes at him?

Second: a young lady (again, hypothetically tailgating me) manages to lay on her horn while talking on her cell phone (obviously forgetting the 10-and-2 rule) because I stopped at an intersection on Main Street in Belmar in front of the Boathouse to allow a mother pushing a stroller (not hypothetically) to cross the street in the cross walk. Since I am without a horn that blares from my tailpipe, shouldn’t I elicit some sort of response? Certainly I couldn’t slap a boot on her tire and The CLUB on her steering wheel and put her in a “time-out”, could I? What are the legal repercussions if I, say, put my wife’s car in reverse and give the talking honker a friendly “hello”? Should I run this by my wife first?

Third: it’s raining, and has been for days, yet I still can’t drive anywhere in this town without finding some green thumb running lawn sprinklers. Can I smash the sprinklers with a baseball bat? How about a hoe? Please … it would feel so good!

I need answers, kind sirs and madams. The actions I’ve lamented above aren’t rectifying themselves by my whining in the paper. Petting my cat is not helping me fall back to sleep when I awake to the sounds of a sprinkler system hissing to life during an early-morning rainshower. I feel the need to take some sort of action. I’m becoming possessed, obsessed, and distressed. This is my town being polluted, my water being wasted, and my patience (let alone the safety of all pedestrians) being tested. And after all, it’s all about me, right?

What will make the inconsiderateness stop? When will the casual waste end? What is this poor boy to do?

A True Homeless Minister

(Originally written October 16, 2007)
The weather has finally turned cold, and while many who have read my letters may expect me to dive into an apocalyptical global warming rant, I want you, instead, to imagine how your life would be different if, instead of coming home from a hard work-day to a hot shower under a firm, guttered roof, you nestled in a sleeping bag under a pine tree.

What if your next meal arrived with the predictability of a squirrel running across the Parkway? What if you knew that the person pumping your gas, or mowing your lawn, or giving you change at A&P would spend the next cold, rainy night protected by black contractor garbage bags? What if you knew that he or she had two children that would be attempting their homework by candlelight while dodging the raindrops? What if this was your reality?

This letter is not a solicitation, a poor attempt at a guilt trip, or an imposition of my faith. This is an invitation.

So here goes. This Sunday, October 21, at 7 pm (refreshments at 6:30) at the First Presbyterian Church of Manasquan, Rev. Steve Brigham of Lakewood Outreach Ministry Church will speak during the 70x7 alternative worship. Rev. Brigham works intimately with the homeless population of the Jersey Shore. He knows the people by name and can tell you what's needed, when it's needed most, and how to get it there quickly. His big blue bus provides bathing and cleaning facilities to homeless people who would otherwise be without them. Many of the people that volunteer their own time to support and maintain his outreach are themselves, homeless. The tents he acquires are their homes.

Immigration will continue to be a seemingly endless debate and, meanwhile, some of the people that help fuel our system and make our daily lives more productive and efficient are doing so under less-than-desirable conditions. They're not all illegals and they don't all work "menial" jobs. They're working people with cares, and hopes, and dreams, and wants, and families … just like me.

And while many people take time to support local charities, it's not always clear where this support is going. Where do the cans and coats go that students in our schools collect? Who does the money go to from the checks we write? What services are provided by these charitable organizations? This is your chance to put a name with a face and to learn more about our neighbors in need.

These are the holidays, and tensions tend to run high. Some people find themselves fighting like kindergarteners over food they'll use for decoration; others find themselves fighting for food they'll use for sustenance. Ask yourself: what if my candlelight dinner was staring from the porch behind a pair of circle eyes, a triangle nose, and Chiclet-toothed smile?

Please call the church office or write me with any questions. Remember: not guilt. Hope. Hope to see you Sunday night.

Voice of the Voteless

(Originally written October 28, 2007)

With elections looming, some of my neighbors asked me to pass on suggestions to our current and potential leaders that they would like to see considered as our communities develop more eco-conscious attitudes. They were all sent to me, but were addressed to all candidates and their constituents involved in next week's elections. Respectfully consider these three letters from our fellow neighbors. I am merely the messenger.


1. What's your stance on squirrel's rights? I mean, how come ducks and deer get crossing signs and we're passed over like bumps in the road? Jeez, the deer've been either tire'd to extinction or've joined the coons and skunks in slightly greener pastures. We're close ourselves and our future dims with each dropping acorn. Do you know how hard it is to carry four months' dinner in your jowls while Riverdancing in a blender? A squirrel can't get a nut these days!

Please, just keep us in mind next time you lop down our homes in favor of one of those phony metallic trees. We're squirrels, people, not the Berenstain Bears.


2. It's obvious I'm being divvied up like Thanksgiving dinner, and I'm forced to fight conflicting feelings of lust and abuse. I love myself, naturally, but if drastic change is inevitable, consider this. Much of my land is forest or farmland, and as such I retain a lot of water you don't see. Soon my veins'll be replaced with steel pipes and my pores filled with asphalt and concrete.



Well, seein's how you're selling parts of me for medical use, how's bout a little facelift for Good Ol' 34? Instead of the bland stormwater styles every other highway is wearing to work, consider fashioning me with green-roofed buildings and vegetated swales or rain gardens. My third cousin in Oregon just got overhauled a few years ago (www.asla.org/lamag/stormwater.html), and my old roommates in New England are considering similar facelifts ( www.unh.edu/erg/cstev/). You guys have enough problems driving, let alone while I'm wet. Help me, help you.


3. You never forget the first time you visit the shore, and personally … well … I can't quite remember when it was. But I do know it was a long time ago and I do remember a glorious touch-down on that wonderful pond. That beautiful body with it's free, open access to the ocean was a welcome sight to our gaggle after that ridiculous flight.

Unfortunately the tide has changed, and I can't fight the feeling that the unsightly wall-and-pipe combo at the mouth is a big reason. I know you like to think your stuff don't stink, but that's beside the point. Soon you'll plant shrubbery we detest and patrol the shores with goose-chasing canines. You'll put that hard, black substance everywhere in order to park your human movers closer to increasingly lifeless water, and you'll wreck pond. Seems to me you'd be better served helping our Mother do her job than hindering her. But what do I know; I'm just a silly goose.

The Finest Dish in All the Land

(Originally written December 13, 2007)

Ladies-night for Wife usually means plead-culinary-incompetence-to-the-parents night for Husband. Since they'd also planned a non-Andy-related activity, I broke my icy relationship with our apartment's food source: the freezer. My stomach cried "seafood!" and my eyes saw Shrimp Scampi by Birds Eye Foods – "The nation's largest processor of frozen vegetables … and a lot more!" The bag even touted vegetables (albeit processed) as a key player in my healthy diet (but I already knew that, being married to a picky vegetarian and all.)


Fish, vegetables, grains and dairy in one sitting? King Tut would fawn over this pyramid (albeit nutritional).


After merely minutes in my sauté pan, a medley of scampi wonderfulness revealed itself beneath the frozen tundra. Shrimp, pasta, peppers, peas and spices only Marco Polo himself could've imagined presented themselves before my anxious face. I imagined vast trade routes crisscrossing the landscape to bring this feast from point A to point ME.


And then irony spanked me with reality: this now-steaming dish could have come from my own backyard. The shrimp could have been caught in the ocean only a stone's throw away. The peas, peppers and spices could have been grown in a local garden. The grain for the pasta could have been grown in the same nearby field where Bessie could have grazed and produced my milk.


Could have, should have, but wasn't. Why in this land of opportunity was I eating a meal that required the DOT to coordinate its arrival? How come I couldn't acquire these ingredients in my bicycle basket?


The truth is, I could have … for this one meal. I could have even fed myself for the day, and even the week, from products obtained locally. But could the rest of you, and for how long (terraceadvocate@gmail.com)?


If there was a tear in the intricate spider web we depend on to stock our groceries with Arizonan vegetables and Wisconsin milk, could we feed ourselves? Wall likes to tout its farming heritage, but I have as much faith in its ability to feed itself as I have in the Allaire Village smithy's to produce a Beowulf-worthy broadsword.


So, as Veggie and I await our firstborn, what faith can a father have finding food in an energy-faulty future? Maybe here. My frozen dinner resulted in the awareness that this product was "best by Sept 2009," which I translate as "feasible by FEB 2010" and "decent by DEC 2010." (Like the speed limit, add 5-15). And, as I continue to plan for the end of the world as I know it, I feel fine. On our child's third birthday, I know we'll be able to enjoy shrimp scampi! (Except, of course, for my wife.) By then our ocean's shrimp population will be so scarce that our celebratory, and once-commonplace, dish will be considered a delicacy. And it will be revered from town to town. And our child's gaze will shift to me, flash a snow-pea'd grin, and say "Thank you, Daddy. This tasty shrimp scampi."

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

The First From Mr. Robinson

(Appeared in The Coast Star: June 7, 2007)
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EEP THE GLOBAL WARMING DEBATE OPEN

Editor, The Coast Star:

Global warming, or more correctly, global socialism, is an obvious attempt to take away our freedoms and have a global influence over our economy. The aim of the U.N. politically-appointed scientists is to impact our economy and lifestyle with global regulations, while exempting the Third World countries. While China builds more coal-burning power plants, there is talk of closing ours, which would increase our electricity costs 25 to 30 percent.

The first Earth Day was concerned about the coming of the Ice Age. The front cover of the April, 1975 Newsweek magazine entitled, “The Cooling World,” said there would be a food shortage in 10 years. The Vikings settled in Greenland from the 900s to the 1100s and grew grapes! Now Greenland is covered with ice. Many scientists said the world was 3 degrees warmer at that time.

We were told, because of global warming, we would have the worst hurricane season ever. We did not have even one hurricane. We are having record low temperatures in the Midwest and record snows in Alaska. This April was one of the coldest nationwide in history. The ocean water temperature is very low for this time of year. In 1997, the Senate voted 95 to 0, not to join the Kyoto Treaty. We cannot let international policy impact our life.

We have former Vice President Al Gore preaching to us while he leaves speaking engagements in a convoy of SUVs to his private jet, which takes him to one of his 20-room mansions. At the Senate hearings, he was asked if he would pledge to use energy the same as the rest of us do, and he said “no.”

I was shocked to see that a teacher was going to indoctrinate her students about the global warming theory, and not even discuss the cyclical nature of the world’s climate. There are many scientists who disagree with this theory, but unfortunately, we have become a society in which many people rely only on the 7 o’clock news, which is biased in this area, and also in dealing with other issues.

Five lawyers in robes ruled that what we exhale and what plants take in, can be regulated. That’s right up there with their Eminent Domain ruling. Do we want the government to tell us what we can eat, what we can wear, what we can drive, and even what light bulbs we can use? We must keep the debate open concerning man’s impact on the environment and its effect on our way of life.

EDWARD ROBINSON
Brooklyn Boulevard
, Sea Girt

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Mr. Robinson Strikes Back

(Appeared in The Coast Star: July 26, 2007)
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LOBAL WARMING NOT A THREAT TO SHORE – TERRORISTS ARE
Editor, The Coast Star:

Mr. Tufts, your letter in The Coast Star [“Continuing the Global Warming Debate”] in response to my letter, was interesting, but I’d like to raise a few points.

Mr. Gore is not a scientist, he’s a lifelong politician. Every calculation he makes is based on political motivations. He is positioning himself, with the help of Hollywood and the media, to get in the Presidential race. When a report came out that he was using 20 times the energy of the average American, he worked feverishly on his mansion to change it. He still hasn’t sold his jet, and I’d like to know the last time he flew commercially. Then there is the issue of his zinc mine and its cleanup.

“Carbon offsets” are rich people like Mr. Gore paying to use more energy. I personally probably have more carbon offsets than Mr. Gore and the Congress combined. I owned a plant nursery and grew and planted thousands of trees from New York state to Maryland, over the last 50 years.

As someone who has had a house along the shore for over 40 years, and who, before that, was a lifeguard captain for four years, and who was a member of the U.S. Coast Guard for eight years, Mr. Tufts, I don’t know what ocean you’re swimming in “with feces and tampons.” I know the ocean is cleaner now than it was years ago.

I agree with your criticism of bottled water –– I never bought a bottle of water, for three reasons: First of all, we don’t know where all those bottles will end up. I see them along the roads and on the beach. Also, the water is not tested like our tap water, and when you add the cost, it’s more expensive than gasoline! Global warming and bottled water are the two marketing schemes of our lifetime. The American society is the most advanced and compassionate in the history of mankind. We get the highest yield per acre, and feed half the world. We send advanced medicines to most of the world; we share our technology and knowledge with third world countries; our missionaries and Peace Corps are all over the world; we’re sending $30 billion to Africa to fight AIDS.

We should not feel guilty about our standard of living. It was earned by the sacrifices, hard work, and the intelligence of those that came before us.

As a life-long environmentalist, I know we must stop our dependence upon oil from “terrorist” nations. Ethanol cannot be an option because of the reliance we have on corn for food products –– particularly meat. Also, weather such as drought, would send prices soaring. As a life-long member, also of the Farm Bureau, I know some farmers disagree, but ethanol is a short-sighted solution. We must become self-reliant and tap the resources we have in the continental U.S., as well as Alaska, before it’s too late. We haven’t built a refinery in over 40 years!

Let’s look at some of the facts reported by the Business and Media Institute: In 1924, the New York Times ran stories about a new Ice Age. Then in 1933, they reported on the longest warming spell since 1776. And then in 1975, both the newspaper and Time Magazine reported on a major cooling year. The first Earth Day concerns were the coming of the Ice Age. A professor of atmospheric sciences at MIT, Richard Lindzen, wrote that there is “no scientific consensus on global warming.” Therefore, it appears that climate change is cynical.

All discussions of global warming become irrelevant unless our professionals can defeat the barbarians of the Middle East and keep them away from our shores. Global warming is not a threat to our shore –– terrorists are.

EDWARD ROBINSON
Brooklyn Boulevard, Sea Girt

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Saturday, February 2, 2008

A Commentary on Into the Wild

Into the Wild: A commentary on the book, the movie, and society
Andrew B. Tufts
Spring 2008
ED 529: Content Literacy
Books in Action!


In April 1992 a young man from a well-to-do family hitchhiked to Alaska and walked alone into the wilderness north of Mt. McKinley. His name was Christopher Johnson McCandless. He had given $25,000 in savings to charity, abandoned his car and most of his possessions, burned all the cash in his wallet, and invented a new life for himself. Four months later, his decomposed body was found by a moose hunter …

The requirements for this assignment call for comparisons and contrasts to be drawn between a book and its movie; I’ve chosen Into the Wild, by Jon Krakauer. However, because of the importance of this book and its subject-matter on my life and future, the scope of a simple “compare and contrast” is too narrow. Into the Wild addresses societal issues that I’ve been trying to understand, appreciate and enunciate since reading another book, Ishmael, by Daniel Quinn. These issues present themselves in my teachings with high school students at church, in monthly “letters to the editor” of my local paper, in my sporadic blog entries (terraceadvocate.blogspot.com), and in conversation with friends, family, and colleagues. The artistic aspirations of Krakauer and movie director Sean Penn are not obvious, but to consider both modes of Into the Wild mere avenues for telling the story of a lost soul would cheapen the ultimate message of Christopher McCandless: “happiness only real when shared” (Krakauer, 1996, p. 189).

The usual reaction to a movie by a particular book’s lover is one of disappointment; the movie is never able to convey the intricacies of the book or the movie has altered specific information to better fit a Hollywood criterion. Since I had not read the book, I had no such feelings the first time I saw Into the Wild late in 2007; I knew it to be one of Jessie’s, my wife’s, most treasured books and also knew of McCandless’s story by reading Beyond Civilization, another book by Daniel Quinn, but was otherwise a virgin viewer. By reading Krakauer’s account and watching Penn’s movie for a second time, you gain an enriched perspective of McCandless that a limited exposure to one mode or the other would not have provided. Penn’s devotion to the facts presented in the book, his use of Krakauer as a consultant, and the assistance provided by the McCandless family for both modes gives a well-rounded account of McCandless as a person and his difficulties with a society he struggled to understand; the book and movie versions of Into the Wild worked in concert to tell this story.

The striking difference is an obvious one: visual images. McCandless left everything in order live in an area of the country which is both empty and beautiful; without personally visiting the American Southwest, it’s hard to gain an appreciation for how influential this was to McCandless. Seeing the places McCandless traveled and lived gives the viewer a sense of companionship that is lost in the book. McCandless was drawn by the spirits of adventure and unknown that drew so many West in the 1800s. His venture drew comparisons, which Krakauer addresses and explores, to that of Everett Ruess, another young boy who left his home in the early 1900s (but continued to correspond with family) for the canyons and deserts and eventually disappeared. (My wife, while living in San Diego, took numerous trips to this areas, alone at times, and even reminisces about sleeping with a clutched knife.)

These places were also important to McCandless’s family, something we learn in the text but not the video. Almost a year after Chris’s body was found and returned, Krakauer took the McCandless family to the bus he had made his home in the Alaskan interior. There, his mother and father toured their son’s final home. His mother, Billie, said:

It’s comforting to know Chris was here, to know for certain that he spent time beside this river, that he stood on this patch of ground. So many places we’ve visited in the past three years – we’d wonder if possibly Chris had been there. It was terrible not knowing – not knowing anything at all (Krakauer, 1996, p. 203).

Because of the freedom and expressiveness allowed in the text, Krakauer is able to paint a fair, well-rounded picture of the McCandless family. We learn more about their background, about the infidelity that Chris eventually discovered and which pushed him away, and about the good times that Chris had with his family. This is an important lesson, because the McCandless family comes off as petty and overly materialistic in the movie version. I think this portrayal was necessary, however, for director Penn to emphasize the main difference between Chris and his parents: material possessions. Krakauer paints Chris’s parents more as people whose personal relationship struggled while trying to build a successful business and family than as only money- and image-obsessed people.

The visual images were also important in the way the audience was able to view the people McCandless came in contact with, and McCandless himself. Krakauer does a wonderful job interviewing every possible person he could get his hands on, and the book paints wonderful portraits of each person. But I think the true value of Into the Wild, as a movie, is in the depictions of the people, particularly that of Ron Franz (as played by Hal Holbrook), and McCandless’s relationships with them.

Franz was an elderly gentleman who’d lost his wife and children to a drunk driver while he was at war; McCandless (played by Emile Hirsch) gives him a “son” to care for and learn from. Their relationship blossoms over many weeks to the point where, at their final parting, Franz tearfully asks McCandless if he can adopt him in order to continue his family line. You can’t help but be moved by this man’s plea to the young McCandless to carry on his family’s name after he’s passed; Holbrook gave Franz emotion that did not come out in the book. This scene frustrated, and nearly angered, me the most.

McCandless displays borderline indifference when Franz makes this plea. The old man cries and begs and McCandless plays it off as nearly meaningless, or rather, as something that should be saved for another place and time. With many of McCandless’s personal contacts, he emphasizes a living-in-the-now mentality, but seemingly puts limits on the type of living he will engage in; specifically, he shies away from deep personal contact, a lesson he will realize in his final moments.

The last visual image that enhanced the text was Hirsch’s portrayal of McCandless during his final days in Alaska. Hirsch decimated his body for the sake of acting in order to show how thin and feeble McCandless became during his Alaskan adventure. Hirsch’s display of emotion when McCandless botched the kill and preparation of the moose, when McCandless apparently ate the poisonous potato seeds, and when McCandless curled up in his sleeping bag the final time were lasting images which gave McCandless and his story humanity. Hirsch allowed us to feel the pain and despair McCandless felt as his life slipped away from him, alone in the wilderness. Those images brought the text alive in a way I do not think would have been possible if I had not seen the movie before reading the book. In a way, I’m thankful to Hirsch for his devotion to his craft and for giving McCandless a voice and humanity I could appreciate.

Krakauer’s best addition to the McCandless story was his investigative attempt to understand McCandless as a “lost soul”. First, he discusses comments people made to him after his first McCandless story: a magazine article in Outdoor. Readers expressed near hatred for the risky action McCandless’s subjected himself to, for his apparent disregard for his family, and for the cavalier attitude he appeared to have by tackling the wilderness on his own. Krakauer offers a personal anecdote about climbing a mountain called the Devils Thumb, in Alaska, by himself when he was roughly the same age as McCandless. Krakauer’s aim is to give McCandless a rational consciousness, to show that his decision to abandon his material possessions and attempt a life reliant on the kindness of and community with others.

To the latter point, both versions of Into the Wild show how well McCandless adapted to new social groups, how he opened himself up (to the extent of discussing his family) to anyone with a willing ear, and how he willingly trusted strangers. In some ways I got the impression, throughout both narratives, that although McCandless was willing to give advice and assistance to anyone, many of his actions were selfish in nature. His relationship with Ron Franz seems indicative of this: he wanted to teach Franz to get out of his home and explore the world more, but he also wanted Franz to leave him alone, let him come and go as he pleased, and not get too attached. Krakauer allows the reader to make the case that McCandless learned this lesson while alone in Alaska, and was actually ready to embrace community fully when he returned.

This is an issue I’ve dealt with on a few levels, specifically by working with homeless people in Ocean County. Despite their situation (some of whom have chosen it) there is a sense of community and togetherness that is not as strong, or is lacking, among people of the mainstream culture. Although homeless are perceived to be in an awful situation, many are happy and content because they share responsibilities and survival goals with similar people in a similar situation. McCandless seemed to recognize this on some level (specifically with his parents’ relationship) but failed to understand some key concepts. Daniel Quinn addresses this in Beyond Civilization, a book I finished shortly before seeing Into the Wild. Quinn says, “I hear from so many youngsters who, like Chris McCandless, dream of fleeing civilization, of striking out on their own in the wilderness, of ‘living off the land’” (Quinn, 2000, p. 46).

The idea of “fleeing civilization” is thematic in much of Quinn’s literature, but I think it is also the lasting lesson from Chris McCandless. McCandless became disheartened by the way his parental structure was compromised by his parents’ pursuit of things he found ultimately meaningless; many of their fights were over money. McCandless witnessed the strangle-hold that money and materialism has over our society, and found that true happiness was not found in the form of a degree or title or large bank account, but in the form of personal relationships and team-living. Despite the public perception of his decision to abandon all “wealth” (in fact, a friend’s reaction to his initial reading of Into the Wild was anger toward McCandless for questioning and abandoning wealth and possessions), McCandless realized something that people are becoming more increasingly aware of: the meaning of life is not to accumulate.

It’s unfortunate that our society places so much importance on “having things”: toys, money, titles, clothes, homes. In many ways, we define success in our society by a standard unachievable by most. The Story of Stuff (http://storyofstuff.com/), a 20-minute internet movie, details how our consumer culture is fed by society’s mentality that our money, titles, clothes, homes, electronics, etc. are never good enough (and, also, that our national happiness index has slowly, but continually, plummeted). There’s always something that is better than what we have. And the only people that benefit from this way of life benefit are those who make money off our constant spending. And in order to constantly spend, we have to constantly work, which leaves less time for family, friends, and self.

And, yes, I’m ranting a bit, but this past weekend our community lost another student to suicide. Each year the suicide rate increases (The Human Odyssey, 2007), national high school dropout rates increase (Herbert, 2008, from http://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/22/opinion/22herbert.html), and since the Columbine massacre a decade ago, random acts of violence have spread across the country to now include schools of all academic levels, and also shopping malls and fast-food restaurants, to name a few places traumatized during the past holiday season. The point is that, increasingly, people are becoming more disillusioned with the future they’re presented (how many depression medications are on the market now?), and more are taking their frustrations out in creative and destructive ways. Christopher McCandless was not a freak or a rare boy. I know friends of mine and even family members are scratching their heads wondering how they’re going to amass all the things considered symbols of success in our society and be happy in the process. As a future educator, I know I’m going to have students like Chris in my classes. I know there’s a life I can teach them about that is not possession driven and can also be happy, fruitful, and meaningful.

References

Free Range Studios. (1996). The story of stuff. Retrieved April 28, 2008, from http://storyofstuff.com/index.html.

Herbert, B. (2008, April 22). Clueless in America. New York Times. Retrieved April 24, 2008 from http://www.nytimes.com.

The Human Odyssey. (2007). Teen suicide rate soars. Retrieved April 28, 2008 from http://thehumanodyssey.typepad.com.

Krakauer, J. (1996). Into the Wild. New York: Villard.

Quinn, D. (2000). Beyond civilization: Humanity’s next great adventure. New York: Three Rivers Press.