Monday, April 14, 2008

Final, kind of







Propaganda often comes with an air of negative connotations, but is it really so bad? Edwards Bernays claims that propaganda is a good thing, and it is “a necessary intervention in the communicative chaos of modern life.”
We as consumers are influenced on many different cultural, personal, and material levels. Religious claims may entice some people, while what is in fashion may draw the attention of others. Under almost all circumstances, propaganda and the manipulation of public opinion is used to win an audience and a group of consumers.
If companies are creating advertisements that glorify their products, or certain brands of clothing are accepted as the better kind because fashionably influential celebrities or notable figures are sought out for support of the product, does that make it immoral? Not really. We as consumers are the ones who buy into it; at least the majority of us does. Human beings are still free to choose; a power that people might use poorly, but its none-the-less still a choice or a preference that we make (or maybe it is the advertisers?). Either way, there’s no gun held to our heads to purchase products; just lots of pretty colors, celebrities, slogans, guaranties…you get where I’m going.
Can we blame companies for competing the way they do? It’s completely necessary in today’s market because it’s hard to draw attention to a new product. It’s the survival of the fittest, and marketers can tweak their genetics to gain an interest. The motives behind it are simple; they’re “basic instincts of self preservation” as states by Bernays. It’s someone’s job to influence you enough to purchase their product.


























If someone needs the approval by society to purchase something, then maybe they deserve to be sucked into the game. American woman would not purchase American silk because they preferred the more “luxurious” French style. In order to market their silk, the American ambassador had to exhibit American silk at the louver, in order for it to gain recognition (Bernays, 56). What do you know, it worked! America woman began to eat that stuff up!
Speaking of eating though, I thought of an analogy, provoked by an observation that Walter Lippmann made. He brought up voting in his essay “The Disenchanted Man” and made an observation that democracy doesn’t exactly always work. The majority isn’t always right, and doesn’t even always know its own best interests (38-39). I brought up eating because I though of an analogy that represents this. If a kindergarten teacher offered two choices for snack; Oreo cookies, or an apple, the majority would like be overwhelmingly in favor of eating Oreos. Maybe it won’t hurt the kids to eat cookies every day, but in the long-run it’s better for the children to eat apples. What if a vote was taken in Georgia to abolish slavery in the state prior to the civil war? Again, it is likely that most people would have voted against this given that the slaves were not permitted to vote themselves.
We live in a much different time now when everyone voices can be heard, at least to some extents. We can all choose what we buy, and we can choose to be influenced by the media surrounding us, or we can choose to be rational and ask ourselves, “Do I really need this?”

What’s in a word? Plenty, if it’s Marriage.


The name of my first section is indeed the title of chapter three in George Lakoff’s book Don’t Think of an Elephant! (pages 46-51). Therefore one would assume that throughout this six page chapter what they will be enduring are different types of marital situations. Not only does this chapter discuss heterosexual marriage, but homosexual partnerships as well. In the definition of marriage given in this section, no where does it state that marriage needs to be between a man and a woman, nor does it say that it can not take place between a man and a man or a woman a woman. Therefore, why do so many people find homosexual relationships to be so wrong?


The book explains that many people relate marriage to sex, in turn; people do not favor gay sex. Many people find it repelling and disturbing. I on the other hand find fourteen year old girls having babies to be repulsive, but you do not hear of people trying to ban children from reproducing. What people do behind closed doors is their business. I mean in reality, a gay couple is in many ways doing the same thing that a fourteen year old girl is doing with her teenage boyfriend, but without the consequences. I just do not understand how it is ok for a child to bring a baby into the world that she can not support but two people who love each other are restricted from being together.

Even though contemporary conservatives state that to have a strict father family you must have a heterosexual marriage, I would have to say I disagree. I personally feel that many times within a homosexual couple one partner is more masculine, while the other is more feminine. Therefore I believe that one of the partners would be perfectly capable of taking on the strict father role.

My Next Point


This nonetheless brings me to my next set of thoughts: Nicholas LeMann’s article “The Word Lab.” Out of the three assigned articles, I found this one by far the most interesting. I know that having good etiquette and being able to speak in a positive manner in public plays a big part in a person’s campaign, but I never really thought that by just using words, which mean the same thing, could have such an impact. I did not realize that certain words such as “listening” and “children” would attract certain types of voters.


It really makes me wonder if all Republican’s carry around Frank Luntz’sRight Words” pamphlet in their back pocket, while having a copy of “A conversation with America 2000” sitting on their desks. If they do, it makes me question how many thoughts are actually their own, or are they just saying what it is the people want to hear?

With this, I reflect upon my first point, did someone suggest to George W. Bush that in his State of the Union address that he should not address gay marriage? He does not flat out say he is against it, he just kind of beats around the idea explaining what his idea of marriage should be. Did he take someone else’s thoughts on how to address the public and use them as his own?

After reading all of the different articles, I had some thoughts on the movie The Persuaders and I realized that whether it is people fighting against gay marriage, or politics using words that an audience would favor, it is all persuasion. The movie goes into great detail about the company Acxiom. I found this to be the most intriguing part of the movie. Does this mean that people are sitting back and making ads directed towards gay men to try and change their feelings?

Advertising is all around. You can not walk down a street without seeing a bulletin for the latest hot product. Take the I-Pod for example, if someone makes mention of wanting a new MP3 Player my immediate reaction would be to tell them to get an I-Pod. Why? Because that is all I really know, I see the ads on television, or on billboards, or wherever else they are located. I never see advertisements for things like the Zune or any other type of music player.

Public Opinion

Edward Bernays’s article titled "Manipulating Public Opinion: the Why and the How" informs the reader "public opinion is subject to a variety of influences that develop and alter its views on nearly every phase of life today." He mentions that public opinion is expressed through a specific group of people, "at any given time toward a given object." Whether it is politics, fashion, or music, everyone has their own ideas and values.



Public opinion nevertheless is manipulated in everyday life, whether it be in commercials or on TV. In advertisements alone, companies can come up with ways that make people want a certain object, and or have people react a certain way. Like in the PBS documentary Persuaders, a Tide commercial expressed the idea of the laundry detergent becoming a part of someone’s family. Of course that can never really happen, but companies want people to believe in a product enough to change their ways of living and their views on life. Companies voice their opinion about something, hoping people will do the same thing.

Walter Lippmann also brings up a good point in his article titled "The Disenchanted Man". He thinks that public opinion is "always and forever, by their very nature, an attempt to control the actions of others from the outside." Politicians all the time make us think about something in their perspective, and they want to change our opinions and control how one feels about things, right or wrong.

Friday, April 11, 2008


Bits and Pieces

By Hailee Danielsen

The Persuaders has been the most influential for me this semester, because they focused on the consumer which is regular people like you and me. When I go into the store and by something I think it’s because I made my own decision. In actuality it is the advertisement that sold the product as the Persuaders touch on. The manufactures are trying to break through all of the clutter of their competition to reach out to us. An example would be the advertising skills that Macintosh uses for their I pod.

They try to get into the consumer’s head by creating an almost cult like atmosphere at their meetings in order to find a new way to break through the clutter that is created by all the manufacturers. As crazy as a cult like meeting may seem, Macintosh must be doing something right. With their sleek little gadget they have created a multi billion dollar product that everyone wants and now needs. In other words Macintosh has created this object as a need. As a college student it looks really neat against my jacket walking to class. To be anyone you need a sleek black I pod to create that image of fitting in in this type of college atmosphere.

Another thing that struck me that I did not know before was some of the tactics that advertisers use are being taken up by presidential candidates and campaigns. They try coursing a person into choosing their side by showing them small video clips in person by going door to door. This shows the voters that they are an actual person and not just a number. Also, they use video clips that pertain to certain views, cultures, and other important values that we have to get our votes. What is scary is they know all of this because of the files that they have of what we have purchased in the past, to what our favorite color is. This idea also pertains to the piece we had to read in class called the Word Lab by Nicholas Lemann.



They use certain words to not only protect themselves but also make things like tax cuts and wars sound a certain way so it does not seem that bad. For example, President Bush uses the words “climate change” instead of “global warming” because it sounds positive. With the word change people tend to think change is a good thing, and therefore climate change is good even though things like the icecaps in Alaska are melting among other things.

Another big issue that we had discussed in class and in George Lakoff's "War on Terror" is the War on Terror. The combination of these words means that president Bush can attack anyone that he feels is a threat to us. Even though it was Osama Bin Laden that destroyed the symbols of America and our pride people still grouped Al-Qaeda with Saddam Hussein. As Lakoff says, hat they are stupid. Those have a frame and they only accepted facts that fit that frame.” He says As Lakoff says, “They believe this—in spite of the report by the 9/11 Commission. It is not that they are stupid. Those have a frame and they only accepted facts that fit that frame.” He continues by saying, “They still believe that by fighting the way in Iraq we are protecting the country from Terrorism.” To be honest when I was younger I felt the same way. I believed that fighting this war in Iraq had something to do with the connection of the attacks on us, but I fell for the expertly-worded trap that Bushed used.

I have come to the conclusion that we are treated as though we are puppets that can be manipulated by higher authority. As much as we feel that we are free in this country, the scary thing is we aren’t. There are millions of files on us in an unknown place that only certain people can look at. Also, tt is scary to think that just a few changes to the use of a phrase will make people act in a different way. This book and the few things that we have read have really changed my mind about how I view politics. I plan on paying more attention to not only the consumer world but also my choices on the upcoming election.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Final Go.

As I straighten and fill various fruits and vegetables at my workplace, Weis Markets that is, my ears are assaulted with cliché 1970s, 80s, and 90s chart hits over the PA. These tunes are abruptly interrupted with advertisements for the weeks sale items, how you can save money, eat healthy, and most importantly it always ends with the Weis slogan “Weis, Where Freshness Matters!” Being the seasoned veteran of Weis that I am, I knew that they had changed their slogan from “We do what works for you!” about a year ago. What is the reason for this and how does a silly slogan affect what people put in their carts and take to the registers?

This answer can be explored through the video documentary we viewed in class, The Persuaders. Sales advisers and marketing specialists are paid great deals of money to make these changes for a company in attempt to gain access inside the consumers head and appeal to them with catchy or attractive sayings and visuals. Switching their slogan from a customer service oriented one to a product quality one, could mean that their research has proved that people who shop at Weis are more interested in having fresh product, than having individualized customer service. As mentioned in the film people make decisions primarily off of their emotion (80%). So it can be noted that Weis’ intention was most likely to place emphasis on the product itself rather than how it is being offered by their employees. It was also stated in the movie that we have an unconscious association with all products. Generally people want their produce, meats, and groceries as fresh as possible, so by abiding their main advertised goal to this consensus they are attempted to appeal to all people in general. Looking outside my example of Weis Markets, in general the film explains how whether we like it or not, advertisements are everywhere, and companies and corporations are always trying to have the one up on our brain by advertising in new, specialized ways that us or our conscious and unconscious mind wouldn’t expect.

Stepping away from the film and into other material covered in class new elements arise and some remain in the foundations. The Walter Lippman piece The Disenchanted Man is highly intriguing and rich in content. Some of the main points that jumped out at me initially were his concept of agents and bystanders. They are both viewed in relation to pubic opinion and pubic affairs. It is up to these agents to act out and try and persuade the bystanders to react. This concept is much like the early discussed view of act and motion when talking about rhetoric. But when discussing politics it is important for politicians (agents) to voice their stances and try to move us (bystanders). If we vote for them then they are successful. Along with this concept of decision making and results we can relate to the other important aspect of Lippman’s work. His concept of a1, a2, a3….ax results in A is widely viewed in politics today (40). The subcategories of lower case ‘a’ would be different reasons as to why to vote or side with ‘A,’ but in the end it doesn’t matter as long at the outcome is in fact ‘A.’ This ideal of the final result being ‘A’ as the genius removes emotion from ideas and strips the issue of significance from the final product. A diverse group of people might have several varying reasons why they are voting for a certain politician, but what matters is who they voted for, not necessarily for what reason.

Another piece discussed in class was the Edward Bernays work Manipulating Public Opinion: The Why and the How (1928). One part of his writing was his discussion about selling hats and creating publicity just through models and big names like Vogue (54). His concept is relevant today in that we use models to portray ‘perfect’ characters displaying a product and create events to draw attention to these products. Although this piece was more difficult for me to dive into, there is a quote that still remains embedded in my mind which more or less explains itself. “Today the privilege of attempting to sway public opinion is everyone’s.” This can be put into correlation with politics and propaganda. Meaning the decision of public opinion comes from the public and because we are part of the public we are the core starting and deciding factor for many decisions in society.

The last thing that we’ve discussed in class was Lakoff’s guide, don’t think of an elephant! The essential guide for progressives. The general purpose of this book was to explain why the conservatives have had the upper hand in politics the past few decades. Coming from someone who tends to side more conservatively, the book is most definitely one sided, but then again it is claiming itself as a guide for progressives. Even though his general view is all left sided he doesn’t take any low blows to the conservative side. He calls them educated and knowledgeable and gives reason as to why they’ve had the edge. The first idea the caught my attention was early on in the book with his relation of political party with different types of families. The Progressives as a nurturing parent family and the conservatives as a strict father run family, each standing for their own ways of governing the country. He takes these ideals and then discusses the idea of framing (17). People think in frames. The strict father and the nurturing parent frames each force a certain logic. To be accepted, the truth must fit people’s frames. If the facts do not fit a frame, the frame stays and the facts bounce off.” He presents a good idea for arguing and opposition in general. If you trying to get someone to understand your idea or argument, you need to present you ideals within their “frame,” because if you attempt to come straight at them you will most likely be unsuccessful, but quite successful in irritating them.

This is the part where I attempt to connect and draw all the above mentioned together and make general sense out of it. In reality these matters are too complex and I have just barely skimmed the surface with each piece. I do know that that whether we like it or not everyday our eyes witness and onslaught of advertising and as it gets worse we tend to notice it less and less. I also know that they way in which things are presented and the way we see them presented plays a large role in decision making for everyone. As mention in the Lakoff piece not everyone votes for their general interest whether they know it or not they generally vote towards appearance and emotion. This is fascinating. Politicians and advertisers can actually be viewed as one in the same. They are both attempting to persuade us to vote for them or buy from them and the way they go about doing it is similar. Where the importance lies is that we have the option to agree, disagree, or totally ignore what they have to say. Could this be why only half the population votes? Maybe it’s the fact they feel like they are trying to be persuaded to buy something. Maybe they actually are. Where the beauty lies is in our decision. Our decision whether or not to vote or buy or both. I’m still trying to wrap my head around all of this. Maybe fresh produce and presidential elections aren’t that different after all.

And Who Are You? (Final Copy)


In what seems like an ode to Mr. John D. Ramage, a great deal of what we've been discussing has to do with identity and its connection to rhetoric.

The idea of identity is omnipresent in politics. Lakoff writes, “In Moral Politics, I suggested that voters vote their identity—they vote on the basis of who they are, what values they have, and who and what they admire” (Lakoff, 39). So basically what he’s saying is that a person could be pro-choice, against NCLB, and have many progressive traits, but he will almost always vote with the Republican candidate without considering his own self-interest. This can be for many reasons, but the Republican Party is like his family, his cult, a group of his equals. This familial feeling alone could persuade or pressure a person into voting for the candidate, to go against the Republican candidate would, after all, be traitorous to the identity type he is pursuing. Also, if the persona of the candidate is someone the voter can see himself aspiring to be, that creates an allegiance based purely on identity.

The idea of identity was covered from a different perspective in The Persuaders. A good example of this was the cult study in the film. Consumers used certain products based on the essence and the personality the items give off. Certain brands stand for certain personality traits, and by buying these products, the consumer makes a commitment to his chosen identity. That iPod he is holding asserts this is who I am, and here is the proof.

Identity is probably the reason that the Apple brand is so successful. Microsoft offers a similar product to the iPod that goes by the name Zune, though it pales in comparison to the sales. Why? Look at one of the ads.




While this is an interesting advertisement to say the least, it offers nothing for the consumer to align himself with. It offers no clear identity. I mean head-banging birds? What kind of message is that trying to convey? If someone buys a Zune, will his pet parrot rock out like that? Hardly. By sending mixed identity messages, Microsoft fails to accomplish everything that Apple has with it's upbeat, clear iPod commericals.

Sorry Zune, in the battle of advertising,
the iPod comes out on top.



The Apple brand is dominating ads in other areas of their business as well. In the past few years they’ve produced commercials that depict a Mac and a PC as two individuals. The Mac is a young, laid back, cool individual who is up to date with everything, while the PC is unreliable, uptight, behind the social trends, outdated, and unappealing.

These ads demonstrate with ease how a simple thirty second commercial can give a product a complete persona and character that "carries over" to its owner, and isn't that what the consumer ultimately wants?

On a side note, this does raise slightly disturbing questions. Why do individuals need branded materials to “prove” that they are a certain identity? Why does wearing a certain brand make you a certain type of person? How did our culture become so materialistic in terms of identity? Whatever happened to personality? Surely these products don’t give us the personality of our chosen identities, but just being able to align ourselves with a certain identity give us comfort, purpose. We aren't happy unless we can be somebody, unless we have a distinct role in society that we are able to play. We feel the need to be stereotyped. Ironically, we are always working to "rid" the world around us of stereotypes because we think we can defeat biases and such. But how can you rid the world of something, if you feel you need it to help create your chosen identity? Though the word "chosen" is used in a sarcastic tone. Our identities are not quite as free and open to change as we would like to imagine; they control us. We permit these stereotypes, these products shape us and our identities, and we can only define ourselves by the objects we purchase. By creating products that appeal to the need of consumers to fit in, companies are able to manipulate us into buying them if it means we have the chance to conform seamlessly with the rest of the world.

Different, yet alike

We are all so different that agreeing on any one thing is impossible. Isn’t that why any kind of propaganda exists? In itself, it is not evil. In itself, it is harmless. But the way it is used is why it can be so devastating. It’s all to convince us of something. Can we even judge if it’s something we can believe in? Any person who wants to be a fair judge has to be on constant guard.
It’s ok to agree on some things, but if you agree with everything...that’s dangerous. It means a person is not thinking about what they are reading. We should ask questions, have our own beliefs and ideas, and be able to argue against it if necessary. Information is good, opinions are good, as long as we can hold our own.
The fact that humans act on their emotions is both a strength, and a weakness. If we let our emotions control us, we can be led to an idea or decision like sheep to pasture. But if we do not use our emotions at all, our decisions will be made coldly, without compassion or passion, uncaring about how people are really affected.

Final Draft

Every day when walking down the street, driving your car, listening to the radio and even watching TV, we are assaulted with advertisments that distract us from using any sense of logic. We see an ad that calls to us, for reasons that have nothing to do with the product. People will buy and ipod because they feel familiar with it, because of the ads we see every day. The famous brightly colored background with the black silhouette dancing in the foreground appeals to consumers for some reason. It could be the energy in the ad, or the fact that after seeing the ad, a person feels enlightened on all that is ipod. When the truth is, they know nothing, other than the contraption plays music. That is what advertisers want. They want to make the consumer believe they are smart, but keep them as uninformed about the product as possible. Advertisers spend much time, money and effort on what it is that appeals to people. It seems ridiculous on one level to believe advertisers want people to have cult mentality, to be so engrossed with the product that the consumer feels they could not live without it. However, on another level, it is completely true. We see an ad on TV, billboard, radio, whatever, and think, “I need that product.” Not want, but actually need. However, so many advertisers are using the same tactic that consumers are numb to their ways. We pass by thousands of ads every day, and only the really good ones stick out. Certain ads stick out. For example, everyone knows about the Geico cavemen. What do cavemen have to do with car insurance? Nothing, but somehow it works. People like Rapaille make consumers think they are smart enough to pick out what they like, but in truth, Rapaille puts that idea in their head, a false sense of knowledge, and really picks for them. Making advertisements is one big mind game. Knowledge is the key, and consumers are usually locked out, without knowing they are locked out. It shows “loyalty beyond reason.” We feel that we betray our culture if we do not buy the product.

Even movies today have become far different than movies in the past. “Scary” movies, for example have changed greatly over the years. Remember when “scary” was a little girl spitting out pea soup on a priest in the Exorcist was scary? Today, “scary” seems to mean a bunch of gore and violence. Take for example the Saw movies. Would the plot still be as good if people weren’t cutting their legs off and blood wasn’t flying everywhere? Or the movie Hostel. Why do people find entertainment in watching others being tortured? What happened in our culture to make people go from pea soup to ripping out intestines and sawing off limbs? Why all the violence? It’s the same as the advertisements. People become numb to different ways and need something new and outlandish to grab our attention. This detachment is not good.

Final paper John Horvath



Democracy and You


We are the BYSTANDERS ,and Obama, Clinton, and Grandpa McCain are the agents trying to appeal to us. So far there have been differing views from these politicians on how to handle America’s interest home and abroad. However, can every president, past and present, truly have a tight grasp on every issue? Some can't even open doors...

Lippmann doesn’t believe so. The point here is that successful politicians use a strategy to win over people’s interest and ultimately their vote. Instead of focusing and having a vast knowledge and influence (power) on one subject, they focus on key points of a subject hoping they hit key areas that a majority of people believe in and can relate to. For instance, both Clinton and Obama have a plan that ultimately revolves around withdrawing a

vast majority of troops and bringing a close to this WAR.” McCain however, stated that it would be in America’s interest to stay in Iraq for various reasons. However, instead of saying he will "carry on the war" or better yet "carry on Bush's administrations potential blunder,"

he explained America would keep our presence in Iraq and take extra measures to reduce casualties and injuries. (video below) Interestingly, to back his point

, he noted that America has been in Japan and South Korea for many years. But is this really in America's best interest? If Iraq was on top of solid rock, would we really care about Iraq and its people? Is it truly a quest for democracy or is America in it for the oil? Isn't this rhetorical? My homeboy Ramage would be proud.




In response to the paragraph above, Lippmann would argue that people do not really care about politics because it does not directly affect us or spark our interest. In most scenarios, most would rather be watching American Idol.
Basically what Lippmann is saying is we the people are gullible, and rather than break down politicians views and plans, we carelessly vote for someone we feel we can associate with.


Even better, some Americans get their information about politicians from comedy shows that poke fun at politics. Not that there is anything wrong with this, but shouldn't we be listening to the candidates themselves if we really want to know what they stand for?

In a side note.......

It's funny, not even the Bush administration took close attention to who Colbert was. They thought he was a conservative. They could not have been more wrong. They were trashed at the 2006 White House Correspondents Speech.



So, in a sense, we are forfeiting our identity and voice. Lippmann’s argument may be stronger in this year’s election more than ever. This year, there is a African-American man and a woman running for the democratic nominee. Although not every black person in America, just like not every woman will vote for Obama or Clinton because of their exterior features, some may feel they can associate more with one candidate than the other.

This also relates to John Grandpa McCain. Although there is nothing new about an old white man running for president, he too has a large following. His following however seems to be his nursing home buddies. Rarely does one see a large following of college aged students at his rallies. It seems that at every speech or appearance, the majority of his supporters are people over 65. Why? Maybe because he represents the old America. The America that glorified its armed forced when it was the noble thing for every man and women to do when there county needed them. Not there is anything wrong with having your following be older people, but this again shows that people will associate themselves and sometimes vote for a candidate that they feel best associates with them. One guest on CNN (a female for McCain) believed some women will vote for McCain based on his war experience. She believed females feel more comfortable with a retired soldier to bring home victory.


Associating with a group or people is evident in the documentary The Persuaders. In one clip, it shows young people going to various households (particularly an elder lady in the segment) and showing them a video segment. The purpose of the segment is to spark the viewer’s interest of a specific topic and hopefully, lead the viewer to vote for a specific candidate. Luntz argues this is a direct attempt to find what interests people (us) and attack it to your (in this case the candidate's: the agent) advantage. The way to win in politics is not to debate their beliefs, but to decode what they believe in, and find a way to twist it to your advantage.

In this paper I tried to find reoccurring themes. The words and phrases highlighted in yellow represent us, the people, the bystanders according to Lippmann. Red symbolizes the politicians. The words in Blue symbolize the agents, the politicians can also fit into this category. Green represent what I thought were main ideas and themes in my paper.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Final Draft of Old Paper, New Spin


Please join me for the magical journey that all started with a documentary called The Persuaders.

It all started with the film, The Persuaders. This film opened my eyes to different marketing methods and introduced me to a world that I knew existed but never came in direct contact with. I remember leaving class after the first day of watching the film and feeling like I was being watched as I walked to lunch on the other side of campus. I thought, Will someone be watching what I eat from a far and then trying to see it to me the next time I go to the mall? This film was both disturbing and disgusting to me because I wanted nothing to do with material goods or the scheme that seemed to be run on every person in America, but at the same time I could not avoid the traps that had been set.


What was extremely interesting to me was the idea of emotional attachment to material goods. At one point in the film, Kevin Roberts, CEO of Saatchi and Saatchi Advertising says, “What consumers want now is an emotional connection—they want to be able to connect with what's behind the brand, what's behind the promise" (Persuaders). The concept seemed strange when said in so many words but when Douglas Atkin, a partner at an advertising agency, conducts surveys with “loyalists” of certain brands like Saturn and Apple, the once strange idea becomes inherently true. Douglas Atkin made it apparent that these particular car owners feel like they are a part of the “Saturn family”. I prefer the "VOLKSVAGON!", but nonetheless, I identify with a family. I find this concept interesting because this is the way society really functions. One of our class discussions focused on how we may feel like a part of the ad for the item that we are buying. Take an ipod for example (as we did); those dancing shadows in the colorful ads become us…or do we become them the minute we buy the electronic item?Consumers, which are basically everyone, are all targets of consumer marketing strategies and everything on the market today had succeeded in empting our pockets before they are even full.


The Bernays Experience
Edward Bernays’ Manipulating Public Opinion : The Why and the How (1928), explained how certain people view society and basically a clay that can be shaped and molded into whatever is desired, when armed with proper technique. Some would say that Bernays is unethical because he believes that, “propaganda is a good thing – a necessary intervention in the communicative chaos of modern life, a service to the public that helps them interpret and act in a confusing world” (51). When contemplating this particular article the reader must bear in mind that Edward L. Bernays was the nephew of Sigmund Freud. This comes as no surprise when you read the part about the many hats being worn.

Bernays supported the idea that psychology should be used to sway the emotions of public opinion (52). He uses many statistics to construct his “propaganda”. He marketed hats by figuring out that there were six types. He in turn used these hats in a fashion show and placed them on the heads of beautiful girls. Needless to say, the sales in hats went up by manipulating the setting that the hats were placed in. I feel that Bernays is somewhat of a genius although I absolutely resent this fact because I do not appreciate being toyed with. I find myself wondering if I would even know when I am being toyed with because I too fall in to the trap of buying rags worn by models (often called dresses).

My experience through the land of rhetoric and manipulation of the masses by persuaders, has been eye opening to me. I now realize that I have been desensitized to the world that I live in. So I face the decision of doing what is best for me and moral, or doing what I like. Which will you choose?




Here's the final attempt








So how do we know what's real?
If people are rewording everyday phrases to boast nicer-sounding connotations, and propagandists are creating scenarios to convince us of their latest ideas and concepts, then shouldn't we be skeptical of every message we read or see on television or hear on the radio? The Persuaders suggests that these marketing messages sometimes begin to control us. In the film, Rushkoff calls the constant surrounding of advertisements "clutter." The film goes on to address that after a long time of being exposed to certain types of advertisements, sometimes people begin to experience what is referred to as "loyalty beyond reason." This is visible in the iPod craze--people love iPods. But who loves mp3 players? An iPod is, in fact, an mp3 player, but Apple has done so well in marketing the iPod as, well, an iPod that no one in America refers to it as anything but its brand name. An mp3 player almost holds a negative connotation; no one wants a knockoff.







This loyalty beyond reason is also apparent in the current situation with student loan provider Sallie Mae. For a long time, Sallie Mae was the only loan company that college students used. The website is quick and easy to use. Who knew of any other rational options? When I entered Kutztown University, I signed up for my loans through Sallie Mae. I knew that there were other companies that offered loans, and I visited their websites briefly, but none of them seemed credible. There's no good reason as to why not, of course, other than Sallie Mae was the only loan company that advertised. Not to mention everyone I knew used Sallie Mae--my brothers, their friends, my friends that were already in college, and so on. Talk about loyalty beyond reason. Sallie Mae wasn't attractive or sleek, like an iPod. They didn't advertise dancing, joyous students. Sallie Mae advertised.





In the past couple of years, though, Sallie Mae has been hit with various lawsuits for fluctuating interest rates that aren't supposed to fluctuate, making it impossible to consolidate loans that were supposed to be easy to consolidate, forcing colleges to hand over personal information about students in order to track them down easily, and the list goes on. As soon as Sallie Mae's bad publicity was out, a group of seemingly new loan companies emerged out of thin air, advertising everywhere. These companies include ThinkFinancial, Astrive, and NextStudent. But has Sallie Mae's student loan monopoly ended?

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Paper

Bernays- “Manipulating Public Opinion: They Why and the How”

I did not really understand Bernays’ article at first. I had to go back and re–read it again and again to completely understand what he was talking about. The main point that I found was that people’s thinking can be manipulated even over the smallest things.
He gave the example that you can manipulate their thinking over salad dressing (56). I found that point to be very interesting. The fact that if you give a good enough argument you can change someone’s thinking about salad dressing astonishes me. But, anyhow, the article shows different examples of how different people, countries, and industries have manipulated other people’s thinking. I found a couple key quotes in this article that I think are important.

1. “Analysis is the first step in dealing with a problem that concerns the public” (52).
2. “The fields in which public opinion can be manipulated to conform to a desired result are as varied as life itself” (55).
3. “Analysis of the problem and its causes is the first step toward shaping the public mind on any subject. Occasionally the analysis points to a basic change in the policy of a manufacturer” (57).
4. “One method of changing people’s ideas has been often used, and that is to substitute new ideas for old by changing clichés” (57).


The reason that these quotes stood out to me was because I believe this is the basis on Bernays’ argument. In order to change one’s thinking, we must first analysis the problem.
Then you must manipulate the problem and the best way to do that is not to bring something new but to use old ideas.


Lippmann- “The Disenchanted Man”

I know in class that we discussed this article more than the Bernays’ article. And, that a lot of the class thought that Lippmann’s article was better and could understand more than the Bernays’ article that we read. But, I like the Bernays’ article more. Although, I do understand what Lippmann is saying. I just think Bernays’ has a better way of explaining what exactly he is talking about. Just as in the Bernays’ article I did find some quotes that stuck out to me and that I thought were important and interesting.

1. “It is well known that nothing like the whole people takes part in public affairs. Of the eligible voters in the United States less than half go to the polls even in a presidential year” (37).
2. “In fact, realistic political thinkers in Europe long ago abandoned the notion that the collective mass of the people direct the course of public affairs” (38).
3. “…action cannot be taken until these opinions have been factored down, canalized, compresses and made uniform” (40).
4. “The victorious alternative is executed not by the mass but by individuals in control of its energy”(40).


The quotes that I found in this article, I believe, are Lippmann’s main points. He points out the fact that half of the registered voters actually vote even in an presidential election year. That simple fact right there shocked the hell out of me. I do not understand how people cannot vote. I think voting is one of the most important things that an American citizen can do. It symbolizes our freedom and our right to choose who we want in office.
The other quotes just show that you do not need a mass of people to effect change. Anyone can do it. They just have to set their mind to it and they can effect change in their country, or whatever they are trying to change.

Word Scrabble- Final Draft!


I love to hear different opinions. I thrive on public discourse and how it's framed, shaped, and managed in various ways. Whether progressive or conservative, agent or bystander, innovator, leader, or special pleaders, we all are given the opportunity to use public discourse as a tool. Nearly every person has been influenced from a manipulator. Go ahead, try and deny the last time you weren't manipulated.

Let me help you out on this one: I bought that damn iPod because Apple uses catchy slogans and commericals, drink Starbucks purely for the green straws, and oftentimes read the Huffington Post as my real news of the day because it's more interesting, and snarky, than the NYTimes. But just as these various outlets have taken it upon themselves to be the role of the manipulator by extracting their opinion on the public, we too can be 'that guy/girl.' But what exactly does does this framing & managing mean? To be manipulated, you must be open to reason. But every manipulator has to have been manipulated first, because even new thought & reasoning has been recycled from previous arguments. I'm also staunchly against the evil empires of McDonald's and Walmart, have a firm dislike for lobbyists, and can be content with a cup of plain ol' regular Joe. But where did I learn that from?

Lakoff told us framing is mental structures that shape the way we see the world. Not only that, framing is how you say what you want to say to a particular group of people. Take some people (ME), who read celebrity gossip. While some might find that vapid, or merely excuse it as a 'guilty pleasure,' I'd like to think of it as one of the most influential manipulations of our generation. Perhaps this is justification. But isn't that one of the backbones for manipulation- appealing to an audience in a way that makes them conform, or at least sit up and listen without prejudice? The focus America puts on celebrity worship is at an alltime high, and while some people might be appalled that I'm comparing this to real-life politics, some might argue that what these bloggers say can unfortunately have more impact on our country than the Obama's, Hillary's, or John's of the world. The fact is, people like Perez Hilton (blue haired guy up above) can reach the an upwards of 6 million viewers a day by merely writing GOSSIP!!

The use of language in framing includes crucial elements such as preserving my audience with “their” type of language, as to actually convince or persuade someone. Republican Frank Luntz, seemingly demigod pollster, insists that words work when they are activated inside our head- seemingly, when someone speaks your “language.” He says:


“The order in which you give information determines how people think.”

Take Tony Schwartz's most famous advertisement:






He didn't even have to say many words at all to get a very clear message across.

Bernays and Lippman really solidified the fact that actions speak louder than words. Bernays speaks explicitly about how public opinion is shaped when beliefs and habits are repeated constantly, until they become an almost cumulative retrogressive force. While it is often hard to distinguish where the manipulator ends and new ideas begin, Bernays makes it clear that everyone has the right to attempt to sway public opinion. Through this shaping, old ideas are embraced, but new ideas become emergent through “the chaos” when manipulators learn to translate an idea so the public can actually understand it. Bernays demonstrated the range of shaping when discussing both the abolishment of Jim Crow laws—pivotal for the black suffragist movement—as well as the more commercial but well received attention to hats and margarine. I was offended by Bernays at first—it is not every day you hear someone compare the abolishment of inequality to couture fashion—but his explanations are sound. Bernays suggestion is key:
Through the juxtaposition of different causes, new methods of changing people’s ideas are able to shine through.

Take Two

Every day when walking down the street, driving your car, listening to the radio and even watching TV, we are assaulted with advertisments that distract us from using any sense of logic. We see an ad that calls to us, for reasons that have nothing to do with the product. People will buy and ipod because they feel familiar with it, because of the ads we see every day. The famous brightly colored background with the black silhouette dancing in the foreground appeals to consumers for some reason. It could be the energy in the ad, or the fact that after seeing the ad, a person feels enlightened on all that is ipod. When the truth is, they know nothing, other than the contraption plays music. That is what advertisers want. They want to make the consumer believe they are smart, but keep them as uninformed about the product as possible.
Advertisers spend much time, money and effort on what it is that appeals to people. It seems ridiculous on one level to believe advertisers want people to have cult mentality, to be so engrossed with the product that the consumer feels they could not live without it. However, on another level, it is completely true. We see an ad on TV, billboard, radio, whatever, and think, “I need that product.” Not want, but actually need. However, so many advertisers are using the same tactic that consumers are numb to their ways. We pass by thousands of ads every day, and only the really good ones stick out. Certain ads stick out. For example, everyone knows about the Geico cavemen. What do cavemen have to do with car insurance? Nothing, but somehow it works. People like Rapaille make consumers think they are smart enough to pick out what they like, but in truth, Rapaille puts that idea in their head, a false sense of knowledge, and really picks for them. Making advertisements is one big mind game. Knowledge is the key, and consumers are usually locked out, without knowing they are locked out. It shows “loyalty beyond reason.”
Even movies today have become far different than movies in the past. “Scary” movies, for example have changed greatly over the years. Remember when “scary” was a little girl spitting out pea soup on a priest in the Exorcist was scary? Today, “scary” seems to mean a bunch of gore and violence. Take for example the Saw movies. Would the plot still be as good if people weren’t cutting their legs off and blood wasn’t flying everywhere? Or the movie Hostel. Why do people find entertainment in watching others being tortured? What happened in our culture to make people go from pea soup to ripping out intestines and sawing off limbs? Why all the violence? It’s the same as the advertisements. People become numb to different ways and need something new and outlandish to grab our attention. This detachment is not good.

Monday, April 07, 2008

Old Paper, New Spin

It all started with the film, The Persuaders. This film opened my eyes to different marketing methods and introduced me to a world that I knew existed but never came in direct contact with. I remember leaving class after the first day of watching the film and feeling like I was being watched as I walked to lunch on the other side of campus. I thought, Will someone be watching what I eat from a far and then trying to see it to me the next time I go to the mall? This film was both disturbing and disgusting to me because I wanted nothing to do with material good or the scheme that seemed to be run on every person in America, but at the same time I could not avoid the traps that had been set.


What was extremely interesting to me was the idea of emotional attachment to material goods. At one point in the film, Kevin Roberts, CEO of Saatchi and Saatchi Advertising says, “What consumers want now is an emotional connection—they want to be able to connect with what's behind the brand, what's behind the promise" (Persuaders). The concept seemed strange when said in so many words but when Douglas Atkin, a partner at an advertising agency, conducts surveys with “loyalists” of certain brands like Saturn and Apple, the once strange idea becomes inherently true. Douglas Atkin made it apparent that these particular car owners feel like they are a part of the “Saturn family”. I find this concept interesting because this is the way society really functions. One of our class discussions focused on how we may feel like a part of the ad for the item that we are buying. Take an ipod for example (as we did); those dancing shadows in the colorful ads become us…or do we become them the minute we buy the electronic item? http://youtube.com/watch?v=yfE3Ci55ifQ&feature=related

Consumers, which are basically everyone, are all targets of consumer marketing strategies and everything on the market today had succeeded in emptying our pockets before they are even full.


Edward Bernays’ Manipulating Public Opinion : The Why and the How (1928), explained how certain people view society and basically a clay that can be shaped and molded into whatever is desired, when armed with proper technique. Some would say that Bernays is unethical because he believes that, propaganda is a good thing – a necessary intervention in the communicative chaos of modern life, a service to the public that helps them interpret and act in a confusing world” (51). When contemplating this particular article the reader must bear in mind that Edward L. Bernays was the nephew of Sigmund Freud. This comes as no surprise when you read the part about the many hats being worn.
Bernays supported the idea that psychology should be used to sway the emotions of public opinion (52). He uses many statistics to construct his “propaganda”. He marketed hats by figuring out that there were six types. He in turn used these hats in a fashion show and placed them on the heads of beautiful girls. Needless to say, the sales in hats went up by manipulating the setting that the hats were placed in. I feel that Bernays is somewhat of a genius although I absolutely resent this fact because I do not appreciate being toyed with. I find myself wondering if I would even know when I am being toyed with because I too fall in to the trap of buying rags worn by models (often called dresses).

Sarah's first attempt...


So how do we know what's real? If people are rewording everyday phrases to boast nicer-sounding connotations, and propogandists are creating scenarios to convince us of their latest idea, then shouldn't we be skeptical of every message we read or see on television or hear on the radio? The Persuaders suggests that these marketing messages sometimes begin to control us. In the film, Rushkoff calls the constant surrounding of advertisements "clutter". The film goes on to address that after a long time of being exposed to certain types ofadvertisements, sometimes people begin to experience what is referred to as "loyalty beyond reason". This is visible in the iPod craze--people love iPods:


But who loves mp3 players? An iPod is, in fact, an mp3 player, but Apple has done so well in marketing the iPod as, well, an iPod that no one in America refers to it as anything but its brand name. An mp3 player almost holds a negative connotation;
no one wants a knock-off.

There's supposed to be a video under "people love iPods," but YouTube is under construction and their links aren't working. So I suppose it will have to wait.


See you guys tomorrow!

Tesintg...

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Not totally sure what's due, so I'll just going to tweat and fool around with the old paper a bit...work's still needed:

Propaganda often comes with an air of negative connotations, but is it really so bad? Edwards Bernays claims that propaganda is a good thing, and it is a necessary intervention in the communicative chaos of modern life.”
We as consumers are influenced on many different cultural, personal, and material levels. Religious claims may entice some people, while what is in fashion may draw the attention of others. Under almost all circumstances, propaganda and the manipulation of public opinion is used to win an audience and a group or consumers.
If companies are creating advertisements that glorify their products, or certain brands of clothing are accepted as the better kind because fashionably influential celebrities or notable figures are sought out for support of the product, does that make it immoral? Not really. We as consumers are the ones who buy into it; at least the majority of us does. Human beings are still free to choose; a power that people might use poorly, but its none-the-less still a choice or a preference that we make (or maybe it is the advertisers?). Either way, there’s no gun held to our heads to purchase products; just lots of pretty colors, celebrities, slogans, guaranties…you get where I’m going.
Can we blame companies for competing the way they do? It’s completely necessary in today’s market because it’s hard to draw attention to a new product. It’s the survival of the fittest, and marketers can tweak their genetics to gain an interest. The motives behind it are simple; they’re “basic instincts of self preservation” as states by Bernays. It’s someone’s job to influence you enough to purchase their product.
If someone needs the approval by society to purchase something, then maybe they deserve to be sucked into the game. American woman would not purchase American silk because they preferred the more “luxurious” French style. In order to market their silk, the American ambassador had to exhibit American silk at the louver, in order for it to gain recognition (Bernays, 56). What do you know, it worked! America woman began to eat that stuff up!
Speaking of eating though, I thought of an analogy, provoked by an observation that Walter Lippmann made. He brought up voting in his essay “The Disenchanted Man” and made an observation that democracy doesn’t exactly always work. The majority isn’t always right, and doesn’t even always know its own best interests (38-39). I brought up eating because I though of an analogy that represents this. If a kindergarten teacher offered two choices for snack; Oreo cookies, or an apple, the majority would like be overwhelmingly in favor of eating Oreos. Maybe it won’t hurt the kids to eat cookies every day, but in the long-run it’s better for the children to eat apples. What if a vote was taken in Georgia to abolish slavery in the state prior to the civil war? Again, it is likely that most people would have voted against this given that the slaves were not permitted to vote themselves.
We live in a much different time now when everyone voices can be heard, at least to some extents. We can all choose what we buy, and we can choose to be influenced by the media surrounding us, or we can choose to be rational and ask ourselves, “Do I really need this?”

Thus Far


As I straighten and fill various fruits and vegetables at my workplace, Weis Markets that is, my ears are assaulted with cliché 1970s, 80s and 90s chart hits over the PA. These tunes are abruptly interrupted with advertisements for the weeks sale items, how you can save money, eat healthy, and most importantly it always ends with the Weis slogan “Weis, Where Freshness Matters!” Being the seasoned veteran of Weis that I am, I knew that they had changed their slogan from “We do what works for you!” about a year ago. What is the reason for this and how does a silly slogan affect what people put in their carts and take to the registers?

This answer can be explored through the video documentary we viewed in class, The Persuaders. Sales advisors and marketing specialists are paid great deals of money to make these changes for a company in attempt to gain access inside the consumers head and appeal to them with catchy or attractive sayings and visuals. Switching their slogan from a customer service oriented one to a product quality one, could mean that their research has proved that people who shop at Weis are more interested in having fresh product, than having individualized customer service. As mentioned in the film people make decisions primarily off of their emotion (80%). So it can be noted that Weis’ intention was most likely to place emphasis on the product itself rather than how it is being offered by their employees. It was also stated in the movie that we have an unconscious association with all products. Generally people want their produce, meats, and groceries as fresh as possible, so by abiding their main advertised goal to this consensus they are attempted to appeal to all people in general. Looking outside my example of Weis Markets, in general the film explains how whether we like it or not, advertisements are everywhere, and companies and corporations are always trying to have the one up on our brain by advertising in new, specialized ways that us or our conscious and unconscious mind wouldn’t expect.

Stepping away from the film and into other material covered in class new elements arise and some remain in the foundations. The Walter Lippman piece The Disenchanted Man is highly intriguing and rich in content. Some of the main points that jumped out at me initially were his concept of agents and bystanders. They are both viewed in relation to pubic opinion and pubic affairs. It is up to these agents to act out and try and persuade the bystanders to react. This concept is much like the early discussed view of act and motion when talking about rhetoric. But when discussing politics it is important for politicians (agents) to voice their stances and try to move us (bystanders). If we vote for them then they are successful. Along with this concept of decision making and results we can relate to the other important aspect of Lippman’s work. His concept of a1, a2, a3….ax results in A is widely viewed in politics today (40). The subcategories of lower case ‘a’ would be different reasons as to why to vote or side with ‘A,’ but in the end it doesn’t matter as long at the outcome is in fact ‘A.’ This ideal of the final result being ‘A’ as the genius removes emotion from ideas and strips the issue of significance from the final product. A diverse group of people might have several varying reasons why they are voting for a certain politician, but what matters is who they voted for, not necessarily for what reason.

Another piece discussed in class was the Edward Bernays work Manipulating Public Opinion: The Why and the How (1928). One part of his writing was his discussion about selling hats and creating publicity just through models and big names like Vogue (54). His concept is relevant today in that we use models to portray ‘perfect’ characters displaying a product and create events to draw attention to these products. Although this piece was more difficult for me to dive into, there is a quote that still remains embedded in my mind which more or less explains itself. “Today the privilege of attempting to sway public opinion is everyone’s.” This can be put into correlation with politics and propaganda. Meaning the decision of public opinion comes from the public and because we are part of the public we are the core starting and deciding factor for many decisions in society.

The last thing that we’ve discussed in class was Lakoff’s guide, Don’t Think of an Elephant! The essential guide for progressives. The general purpose of this book was to explain why the conservatives have had the upper hand in politics the past few decades. Coming from someone who tends to side more conservatively, the book is most definitely one sided, but then again it is claiming itself as a guide for progressives. Even though his general view is all left sided he doesn’t take any low blows to the conservative side. He calls them educated and knowledgeable and gives reason as to why they’ve had the edge. The first idea the caught my attention was early on in the book with his relation of political party with different types of families. The Progressives as a nurturing parent family and the conservatives as a strict father run family, each standing for their own ways of governing the country. He takes these ideals and then discusses the idea of framing (17). “People think in frames. The strict father and the nurturing parent frames each force a certain logic. To be accepted, the truth must fit people’s frames. If the facts do not fit a frame, the frame stays and the facts bounce off.” He presents a good idea for arguing and opposition in general. If you trying to get someone to understand your idea or argument, you need to present you ideals within their “frame,” because if you attempt to come straight at them you will most likely be unsuccessful, but quite successful in irritating them.

This is the part where I attempt to connect and draw all the above mentioned together and make general sense out of it. In reality these matters are too complex and I have just barely skimmed the surface with each piece. I do know that that whether we like it or not everyday our eyes witness an onslaught of advertising and as it gets worse we tend to notice it less and less. I also know that they way in which things are presented and the way we see them presented plays a large role in decision making for everyone. As mention in the Lakoff piece not everyone votes for their general interest whether they know it or not they generally vote towards appearance and emotion. This is fascinating. Politicians and advertisers can actually be viewed as one in the same. They are both attempting to persuade us to vote for them or buy from them and the way they go about doing it is similar. Where the importance lies is that we have the option to agree, disagree, or totally ignore what they have to say. Could this be why only half the population votes? Maybe it’s the fact they feel like they are trying to be persuaded to buy something. Maybe they actually are. Where the beauty lies is in our decision. Our decision whether or not to vote or buy or both. I’m still trying to wrap my head around all of this. Maybe fresh produce and presidential elections aren’t that different after all.

And Who Are You? (Take Two)


In what seems like an ode to Mr. John D. Ramage, a great deal of what we've been discussing has to do with identity and its connection to rhetoric, and it nearly kills me to write that most of it makes sense.

The idea of identity is omnipresent in politics. Lakoff writes, “In Moral Politics, I suggested that voters vote their identity—they vote on the basis of who they are, what values they have, and who and what they admire” (Lakoff, 39). So basically what he’s saying is that a person could be pro-choice, against NCLB, and have many progressive traits, but he will almost always vote with the Republican candidate without considering his own self-interest. This can be for many reasons, but the Republican Party is like his family, his cult, a group of his equals. This alone could persuade or pressure a person into voting for the candidate, to go against the Republican candidate would, after all, be traitorous to the identity type he is pursuing. Also, if the persona of the candidate is someone the voter can see himself aspiring to be, that creates an allegiance based purely on identity.

The idea of identity was covered from a different perspective in The Persuaders. A good example of this was the cult study in the film. Consumers used certain products based on the essence and the personality given off. Certain brands stand for certain personality traits, and by buying these products, the consumer makes a commitment to his chosen identity. That iPod he is holding asserts this is who I am, and here is the proof.

Identity is probably the reason that the Apple brand is so successful. Microsoft offers a similar product to the iPod that goes by the name Zune, though it pales in comparison to the sales. Why? Look at one of the ads.




While this is an interesting advertisement to say the least, it offers nothing for the consumer to align himself with. It offers no clear identity. I mean head-banging birds? What kind of message is that trying to convey? If someone buys a Zune, will his pet parrot rock out like that? Hardly. By sending mixed identity messages, Microsoft fails to accomplish everything that Apple has with it's upbeat, clear iPod commericals.

The Apple brand is doing this in other areas of their business as well. In the past few years they’ve produced commercials that depict a Mac and a PC as two individuals. The Mac is a young, laid back, cool individual who is up to date with everything, while the PC is unreliable, uptight and behind the social trends.




This add alone shows how a simple thirty second advertisement can give a product a complete persona and character that "carries over" to its owner.


Although, on a side note, this does raise slightly disturbing questions. Why do individuals need branded materials to “prove” that they are a certain identity? Why does wearing a certain brand make you a certain type of person? How did our culture become so materialistic in terms of identity? Whatever happened to personality? Surely these products don’t give us the personality of our chosen identities, but just being able to align ourselves with a certain identity give us comfort, purpose. We aren't happy unless we can be somebody, unless we have a distinct role in society that we are able to play. We feel the need to be stereotyped. Ironically, we are always working to "rid" the world around us of stereotypes because we think we can defeat biases and such. But how can you rid the world of something, if you feel you need it to help create your chosen identity? Though the word chosen is used in a sarcastic tone. Our identities are not quite as free and open to change as we would like to imagine; they control us, constantly holding power and expectations above our heads. Clearly, the advertisers have seen this weak point in our human psyche, and have been working to exploit it. By creating products that appeal to the need of consumers to fit in, companies are able to manipulate us into buying them if it means we have the chance to conform seamlessly.

Public Discourse



Outrageously bright and eye-popping advertisements line the highway as I start to head back home in my beat up ’98 Lumina. I have hooked up my brand spanking-new eight gigabyte third generation blue ipod Nano and I am cruising to the tunes of Bruce Springsteen blasting out my windows. I sip casually from my Diet Coke as I feel the vibration of my hot pink Razr phone in my pocket, sending me another text message from the boyfriend. I toss back my empty can of Pringles toward the back where pieces of miscellaneous trash clutter the seats and floor.

I am an American consumer. I am constantly consuming, constantly striving to get something better than my friends, my family, and my neighbors. Up until I saw “The Persuaders” and read the readings we have gotten through so far, I thought I was above all this manipulative advertising that those mega corporations put forth on the television and the Internet. Clearly, I am not. I bought my iPod, my phone and the chips all for the same reasons everyone else was buying them. This makes my life seem slightly more depressing.

Knowing that companies are reaping benefits from these ads would not bother me as much if I was kept in ignorance about how deep they really go into our minds. “The Persuaders” frightened my immense because it reminded my very much of the book, Feed by M.T. Anderson. Thinking about the dire effects advertising and the possibilities of the manipulative companies had on the characters in that book, it makes me wonder how close the world is to putting computer chips in everyone’s brains to make shopping and education more “easy” to access.


To me, it seems like everything is a business nowadays, even education and schools. Seeing what schools punch out the highest test score results is one of the number one things parents look for when enrolling their children in schools. I personally believe standardized testing is a load of bullshit (pardon my language) and that children, teenagers and adults all have different ways of thinking due to environmental and home factors that cause our brains to think different. As a teacher-in-training, I am fearful of only being permitted to teach students what will be on the PSSA’s or the SAT’s. This is not what education should be about; it should not be a business.




Even when I look at the current political campaign, I am absolutely confused as to what to believe. Reading through Don’t Think of an Elephant may have had some good points for progressives and liberals like myself; however I feel as though it did not offer me more insight to help me believe in the “right” political candidate for me. Perhaps that was expecting too much of the book, and I should only use it as a guide, but with my mounting frustrations with the world today, I am desperate for any help I can get to understand the rhetoric being used against me and how I can combat it. If that was what the book’s purpose actually was it did not do it’s job for me or I have been so wrapped up in my midterms I missed some key points.


The fact of the matter is that I am fearful of the future of America and the world if advertising and rhetoric are used for the forces of evil, rather for the forces of good. I do not want to end up being sucked into our pop culture and constantly feel the need to “fit in” and thus buy everything I need to do that, according to those lovely marketing campaigns.
Maybe I should get rid of my phone, iPod and vow never to eat those delicious, crunchy, salty chips in a can ever again. But I know because they are what is “in”, what is “now”, I know the trashcan will be a lot farther away than actually think.

"War on Manipulation"

Mary McGowan

Honestly, part of me wishes that I had never read any of these readings. Ignorance really is bliss. I feel completely duped and partially insulted by how the American public and myself have been so captivated by a string of words created by the powers that be to influence our opinions. Like fireworks, we are left staring in amazement saying, “Oooh, look at the pretty colors” not knowing that it is actually just explosion with some sparkles. Higher powers devise pretty words to draw our attention away from the real meaning. For example, the “war in Iraq” was changed to the “war on terror” so people could not be opposed to it. If you oppose the “war on terror” then you must support terror and are therefore a terrorist, right?
I now hate the word “think tank”. Let’s break this down as Lakoff does. Thinking is the capability to use our minds for reasoning, remembering, decision making, etc.; it is what separates us from every other living creature. A tank is a large container or structure. So, a “think tank” is a large structure in which people use their minds. Now, I am no linguist, but that sounds wonderful to me. Why can’t everyone have one?
But what is a “think tank” really? A place where people spend millions of dollars trying to come up with ways of manipulating the public. In fact I’m sure the term “think tank” was created in one, because I suppose it sounds much better than what it really is: a manipulation tank.
Think tanks” are used for persuading people whether it be for marketing or politics. They hardly seem different anymore. Bernays says in “Manipulating Public Opinion” that whether it be for politics or hats, the methods of persuading the public are the same. They both end up with the public feeding out of the palm of the persuaders hand.
Although I despise their use, I cannot deny that it is a pretty intelligent idea. As the movie “The Persuaders” told us, it is hard for us to see ads anymore amongst all the clutter. Take New York for example. Walking through Times Square, there are tons of ads smacking you in the face, but each one seems to get lost in the noise as it all just seems like a bunch of bright lights. It will no longer suffice just to advertise products as being better, faster, or stronger. As time goes on, that is just expected and everything seems to be at an equal level until something new is invented. So therefore, I cannot really blame marketers for trying to come up with new ways of advertising so that they do not fall among the clutter.
It is when this method is used in politics that it peeves me. In my perfect world, people just say what they mean and leave it up to the public to agree or disagree. I hate that it has come to manipulation in order to get their desired effect. The Agents should be trusted in telling the Bystanders the truth.
Politics to me is like speaking Spanish. I don’t know it all, nor do I claim to, but I know enough key information to get by, such as “Where is the bathroom” and “Why are we in Iraq”. So actually the platform on which I stand is shoddy, but I am sure if the rest of the American public was informed of these manipulation tanks and how we are all being duped, I am sure they would be just as pissed.
It is rather disappointing to read Lakoff telling us that the reason Republicans have so much power is because they have all these “think tanks” and know how to manipulate the public. In an ever-growing world, the conservative ways just don’t stand up anymore. More liberal views are needed. However, Lakoff tells us that this won’t happen until liberals follow the same path as the conservatives. I picture a future of pretty words and manipulating lies.

Bits and Pieces

By Hailee Danielsen

The Persuaders has been the most influential for me this semester, because they focused on the consumer which is regular people like you and me. When I go into the store and by something I think it’s because I made my own decision. In actuality it is the advertisement that sold the product as the Persuaders touch on. The manufactures are trying to break through all of the clutter of their competition to reach out to us. An example would be the advertising skills that Macintosh uses for their I pod.


They try to get into the consumer’s head by creating an almost cult like atmosphere at their meetings in order to find a new way to break through the clutter that is created by all the manufacturers. As crazy as a cult like meeting may seem, Macintosh must be doing something right. With their sleek little gadget they have created a multi billion dollar product that everyone wants and now needs. In other words Macintosh has created this object as a need. As a college student it looks really neat against my jacket walking to class. To be anyone you need a sleek black I pod to create that image of fitting in in this type of college atmosphere.

Another thing that struck me that I did not know before was some of the tactics that advertisers use are being taken up by presidential candidates and campaigns. They try coursing a person into choosing their side by showing them small video clips in person by going door to door. This shows the voters that they are an actual person and not just a number. Also, they use video clips that pertain to certain views, cultures, and other important values that we have to get our votes. What is scary is they know all of this because of the files that they have of what we have purchased in the past, to what our favorite color is. This idea also pertains to the piece we had to read in class called the Word Lab by Nicholas Lemann.

selling a “product.” They use certain words to not only protect themselves but also make things like tax cuts and wars sound a certain way so it does not seem that bad. For example, President Bush uses the words “climate change” instead of “global warming” because it sounds positive. With the word change people tend to think change is a good thing, and therefore climate change is good even though things like the icecaps in Alaska are melting among other things.

Another big issue that we had discussed in class and in George Lakoff's "War on Terror" is the War on Terror. The combination of these words means that president Bush can attack anyone that he feels is a threat to us. Even though it was Osama Bin Laden that destroyed the symbols of America and our pride people still grouped Al-Qaeda with Saddam Hussein. As Lakoff says, hat they are stupid. Those have a frame and they only accepted facts that fit that frame.” He says As Lakoff says, “They believe this—in spite of the report by the 9/11 Commission. It is not that they are stupid. Those have a frame and they only accepted facts that fit that frame.” He continues by saying, “They still believe that by fighting the way in Iraq we are protecting the country from Terrorism.” To be honest when I was younger I felt the same way. I believed that fighting this war in Iraq had something to do with the connection of the attacks on us, but I fell for the expertly-worded trap that Bushed used.

I have come to the conclusion that we are treated as though we are puppets that can be manipulated by higher authority. As much as we feel that we are free in this country, the scary thing is we aren’t. There are millions of files on us in an unknown place that only certain people can look at. Also, tt is scary to think that just a few changes to the use of a phrase will make people act in a different way. This book and the few things that we have read have really changed my mind about how I view politics. I plan on paying more attention to not only the consumer world but also my choices on the upcoming election.

Public Opinion

Edward Bernays’s article titled "Manipulating Public Opinion: the Why and the How" informs the reader "public opinion is subject to a variety of influences that develop and alter its views on nearly every phase of life today." He mentions that public opinion is expressed through a specific group of people, "at any given time toward a given object." Whether it is politics or fashion, everyone has their own ideas and values.


Public opinion nevertheless is manipulated in everyday life, whether it be in commercials or on TV. In advertisements alone, companies can come up with ways that make people want a certain object, and or have people react a certain way. Like in the PBS documentary Persuaders, a Tide commercial expressed the idea of the laundry detergent becoming a part of someone’s family. Of course that can never really happen, but companies want people to believe in a product enough to change their ways of living and their views on life. Companies voice their opinion about something, hoping people will do the same thing.


Walter Lippmann also brings up a good point in his article titled "The Disenchanted Man". He thinks that public opinion is "always and forever, by their very nature, an attempt to control the actions of others from the outside." Politicians all the time make us think about something in their perspective, and they want to change our opinions and control how we feel about things, right or wrong.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Re Post--collaborative Edit of Hailee's text

Bits and Pieces
by Hailee Danielsen

I must say out of everything that we have read or watched this semester the Persuaders has been the most influential. The reason is because they really focused on the consumer which is regular people like you and me. When I go into the store and by something I think it’s because I made my own decision. In actuality it is the advertisement that sold the product. They are trying to break through all of the clutter of other manufactures and reach out to us. An example would be the advertising skills that Macintosh uses for their ipod.
They try to get into the consumer’s head by creating an almost cult like atmosphere to their meetings in order to find a new way to break through. As crazy as I found it Macintosh must be doing something right. With their sleek little gadget they have created a multibillion dollar product that everyone wants. So, in other words I guess I really do not want that sleek small ipod that everyone else is raving about. But, it looks really awesome having the white cord against my black jacket and wearing the ipod ear pods walking to class.

So, I guess I need one because anyone who is someone has one.
coursing a person into choosing their side by showing them small video clips in person. They are trying to show us, the voters, that we are “important” and not just a “number” by going door to door. Also, they use video clips that pertain to certain views, cultures, and other important values that we have. What is scary is they know all of this because of the files that they have of what we have purchased in the past, to probably what our favorite color is.

This idea also pertains to the piece we had to read in class called the Word Lab by Nicholas Lemann.

The reason I find these two things so similar is because first of all they tap into the presidential elections, but also they are selling a “product.” They use certain words to not only protect themselves but also make things like tax cuts and wars sound a certain way so it does not seem that bad. For example, President Bush uses the words “climate change” instead of “global warming” because it sounds more positive. I guess with the word change in it people tend to think change is a good thing and therefore climate change is good even though all of the icecaps in Alaska are melting.
Another big issue that we had discussed in class and that is also touched on in George Lakoff’s book idea of “War on Terror.” The combination of these words means basically that president Bush can attack anyone that he feels is a threat to us. So, even though it was Osama Bin Laden that destroyed the symbols of America and our pride people still grouped Al-Qaeda with Saddam Hussein. As Lakoff says, “They believe this—in spite of the report by the 9/11 Commission. It is not that they are stupid. Those have a frame and they only accepted facts that fit that frame.” He continues by saying, “They still believe that by fighting the way in Iraq we are protecting the country from Terrorism.” To be honest when I was younger I felt the same way. I believed that fighting this war in Iraq had something to do with the connection of the attacks on us, but I fell for the expertly-worded trap that Bush used. I have come to the idea that we are a bunch of puppets that the higher authority has taken control of. As much as we feel that we are free in this country, the scary thing is we aren’t. There are millions of files on us in an unknown place that only certain people can look at. It is scary to think that just a few changes to the use of a phrase will make people act in a different way. This book and the few things that we have read have really changed my mind about how I view politics. I plan on paying more attention to not only the consumer world but also my choices on the upcoming election.
Bits and Pieces
by Hailee Danielsen

I must say out of everything that we have read or watched this semester the Persuaders has been the most influential. The reason is because they really focused on the consumer which is regular people like you and me. When I go into the store and by something I think it’s because I made my own decision. In actuality it is the advertisement that sold the product. They are trying to break through all of the clutter of other manufactures and reach out to us. An example would be the advertising skills that Macintosh uses for their ipod.
They try to get into the consumer’s head by creating an almost cult like atmosphere to their meetings in order to find a new way to break through. As crazy as I found it Macintosh must be doing something right. With their sleek little gadget they have created a multibillion dollar product that everyone wants. So, in other words I guess I really do not want that sleek small ipod that everyone else is raving about. But, it looks really awesome having the white cord against my black jacket and wearing the ipod ear pods walking to class. So, I guess I need one because anyone who is someone has one.
coursing a person into choosing their side by showing them small video clips in person. They are trying to show us, the voters, that we are “important” and not just a “number” by going door to door. Also, they use video clips that pertain to certain views, cultures, and other important values that we have. What is scary is they know all of this because of the files that they have of what we have purchased in the past, to probably what our favorite color is. This idea also pertains to the piece we had to read in class called the Word Lab by Nicholas Lemann.
The reason I find these two things so similar is because first of all they tap into the presidential elections, but also they are selling a “product.” They use certain words to not only protect themselves but also make things like tax cuts and wars sound a certain way so it does not seem that bad. For example, President Bush uses the words “climate change” instead of “global warming” because it sounds more positive. I guess with the word change in it people tend to think change is a good thing and therefore climate change is good even though all of the icecaps in Alaska are melting.
Another big issue that we had discussed in class and that is also touched on in George Lakoff’s book idea of “War on Terror.” The combination of these words means basically that president Bush can attack anyone that he feels is a threat to us. So, even though it was Osama Bin Laden that destroyed the symbols of America and our pride people still grouped Al-Qaeda with Saddam Hussein. As Lakoff says, “They believe this—in spite of the report by the 9/11 Commission. It is not that they are stupid. Those have a frame and they only accepted facts that fit that frame.” He continues by saying, “They still believe that by fighting the way in Iraq we are protecting the country from Terrorism.” To be honest when I was younger I felt the same way. I believed that fighting this war in Iraq had something to do with the connection of the attacks on us, but I fell for the expertly-worded trap that Bush used. I have come to the idea that we are a bunch of puppets that the higher authority has taken control of. As much as we feel that we are free in this country, the scary thing is we aren’t. There are millions of files on us in an unknown place that only certain people can look at. It is scary to think that just a few changes to the use of a phrase will make people act in a different way. This book and the few things that we have read have really changed my mind about how I view politics. I plan on paying more attention to not only the consumer world but also my choices on the upcoming election.

Magic and Elephants: A Happy Lesson in Political Discourse

Elephants? Say What?
I really liked George Lakoff's theory on diction and the connotation of words. I had not really thought about the connections some people might make when certain words or phrases are used in public speaking. I don't feel that I took these things at face value, but I did not make all the possible connections that Lakoff suggests exist beneath the glossy veneer of slippery speech. For example, his mention of George Bush's "permission slip" speech. When I read this, I did not think of the phrase making the United States the "adult" country and all others the inferior children which must be supervised and disciplined. I at first only thought of the United States being a supreme power, of taking control and directing others as its government sees fit. To suggest that the United States has an adult-child relationship with the rest of the world brings so many other ideas and connections to mind than simply power. I really like how Lakoff looks at these issues through word usage and speech framing, at how these ideas are almost subliminally conveyed through very carefully chosen words.


(I think this picture works for the point I am trying to make on several different levels.
Honestly, not only are most of our leaders liars,
the language they use is as well. There is never just one simple way to interpret something they say.)


This perspective makes language take on a new tangency, almost. It requires that the audience be well-read, at least in terms of detecting all possible meanings and associations of the words chosen. An uneducated audience will still not have any problems dissecting what is being said, but they will not be able to understand the full implications of what exactly is meant. I think it is interesting that public discourse can be framed in this way, tailored to one particular audience instead of the general population. To me, this suggests that when this type of language is used, it is definitely a means of control.

Framing things for a particular group allows the speaker to have control over those who do not understand completely, and thus they will most likely go blindly along with whatever is being said or done.

Kind of like Ralph here:

Yeah. Just like that.



I do like magic!

Apathy is the worst form of evil in the world.

Walter Lippman's The Disenchanted Man discusses the reasons for indifference in regards to politics and public matters, as well as how persuasion functions and affects the targeted audience. However, I find it interesting that although people can not be interested in what is happening, an approach to emotional appeal is taken when attempting to persuade. Lippman states that:

"Because feelings are much less specific than ideas, and yet more poignant, the leader is able to make a homogeneous will out of a heterogeneous mass of desires. The process, therefore, by which general opinions are brought to cooperation consists of an intensification of feeling and a degradation of significance."

I find it interesting that emotions are manipulated in order to appeal to a higher purpose, and in so doing only a few choices are ultimately made possible. I feel like this is exactly what President Bush did after September 11 -- his speeches centered more around the significance of patriotism and unification rather than the tragedy of what had happened, although it was (in my opinion) poorly and cheaply addressed and made into a pitiful excuse for war. By approaching the topic in this manner, Bush created a rallying cry from the masses that excused the war he was pursuing in the Middle East. Later, it was discovered he went for purposes other than what he stated, which have since become significant and hard to ignore. Since he focused on the emotions attached to the attacks, rather than what the meaning was behind the event, he created the support he wanted for his administration and for the "war on terrorism." (Which is another example of Lakoff's style of framing -- 'war' alone has horrible connotations, but declaring war on terrorism suggests an almost heroic purpose.)




Wednesday, April 02, 2008

What’s in a word? Plenty, if it’s Marriage.

The name of my first section is indeed the title of chapter three in George Lakoff’s book Don’t Think of an Elephant! (pages 46-51). Therefore one would assume that throughout this six page chapter what they will be enduring are different types of marital situations. Not only does this chapter discuss heterosexual marriage, but homosexual partnerships as well. In the definition of marriage given in this section, no where does it state that marriage needs to be between a man and a woman, nor does it say that it can not take place between a man and a man or a woman a woman. Therefore, why do so many people find homosexual relationships to be so wrong?

The book explains that many people relate marriage to sex, in turn; people do not favor gay sex. Many people find it repelling and disturbing. I on the other hand find fourteen year old girls having babies to be repulsive, but you do not hear of people trying to ban children from reproducing. What people do behind closed doors is their business. I mean in reality, a gay couple is in many ways doing the same thing that a fourteen year old girl is doing with her teenage boyfriend, but without the consequences. I just do not understand how it is ok for a child to bring a baby into the world that she can not support but two people who love each other are restricted from being together.

Even though contemporary conservatives state that to have a strict father family you must have a heterosexual marriage, I would have to say I disagree. I personally feel that many times within a homosexual couple one partner is more masculine, while the other is more feminine. Therefore I believe that one of the partners would be perfectly capable of taking on the strict father role.


The Persuaders
After reading all of the different articles, I had some thoughts on the movie The Persuaders and I realized that whether it is people fighting against gay marriage, or politics using words that an audience would favor, it is all persuasion. The movie goes into great detail about the company Acxiom. I found this to be the most intriguing part of the movie. Does this mean that people are sitting back and making ads directed towards gay men to try and change their feelings?

Advertising is all around. You can not walk down a street without seeing a bulletin for the latest hot product. Take the I-Pod for example, if someone makes mention of wanting a new MP3 Player my immediate reaction would be to tell them to get an I-Pod. Why? Because that is all I really know, I see the ads on television, or on billboards, or wherever else they are located. I never see advertisements for things like the Zune or any other type of music player.



Propaganda revolution



Consumers have loyalty beyond reason despite the facts. It IS not because they are you stupid, blind, or heartless, but largely because they are uninformed. When people are uninformed they do not always have the means to make accurate decisions. Sometimes people know that they do not have all of the information and they ARE OK WITH THAT. But
IGNORANCE IS DANGEROUS
when a consumer believes that they have all of the facts when they do not. This is where I believe that advertising ties into politics. Whenever something is being promoted, the ultimate goal is to sell it. Sometimes products are being sold, but in the case of politics it is p o l i t i c i a n s that ARE up for sale. People must be able to buy into a politician in the same way that they buy into a product. Whether or not A particular p o l i t i c i a n IS yoUr BEST choiCe DOESN'T MATTER as long as the voter believes the politician is the best choice.
As consumers and voters we are faced with incredibly important DECISIONS that are often made based on the results of narrowcasting. (ARE NOT DECISIONS AT ALL)



This “divide and conquer” method of PUBLIC MANIPULATION was demonstrated in the film, “The Persuaders” when members of a democratic campaign approached a poor African-American woman and showed her video clips of poor African-Americans suffering. By giving this woman proof that her world requires change, the campaign sparked the woman’s interest.
Narrowcasting can be looked at in different ways. In one sense, the “agent” that narrowcasts IS doing the audience a favor by focusing on the issues that are in their interest. The audience wastes less time sorting through information about issues that do NOT concern them, therefore allowing them time to focus on the issues that personally affect them.
People like Frank Luntz and Walter Lippmann make this process seem ethical and even somewhat NECESSARY. In “The Disenchanted Man”, Lippmann empathizes With thE poor uneducated public. “No newspApeR rEports his environment so that he can grasp it; no school has taught him how to imagine it; his ideals, often, do NOT fit with it,” (37). Although this is true, and people cannot often see the direct relation to government and their own lives, this mentality reduces people to SHEEP. It basically says that the only responsibility anyone has is to cast a vote for whoever herds them in the “right” direction.

Take a look at the current presidential race. It began with nearly 20 people, possibly more. The clear front-runners were Hillary Clinton and Rudy Giuliani. In December Republican candidate Mike Huckabee went from being virtually unknown to a household name. Why? Because news networks like CNN and Fox News began to talk about him, therefore promote him. People who watch Fox News hear his name and associate him with their side. People who watch CNN hear his name and think he might be a threat. Either way, the option/threat of Mike Huckabee that was non-existent last summer, became An oveRnight nEws story. Suddenly he was winning delegates. But just as fast as the media pumped him up they brought him down, encouraging him to drop out of the race. Suddenly, he was losing votes.

My point is, when directions are already decided “for the good of the public”, THE PUBLIC LOSES ITS VOICE and must go in one direction or the other. “Before a mass of general opinions can eventuate in executive action, the choice is narrowed down to a few alternatives,” Lippmann states. “The victorious alternative is executed not by the mass but by individuals in control of its energy” (40). This practice has resulted in an election season that is nearly over, with front-runners that were chosen for us not by us, therefore defeating the point of democracy in the first place.
Lippmann claims that people are apathetic and do not truly care about what is going on in the world because it does not directly effect them (37). He later explains that there is not a man in the world who can know everything about every issue; therefore they should not be plagued with the responsibility of determining their own life. They do not have the means to do so (39). Because giving people information about their own world would be too daunting, people are kept in the dark and in a herd.
It is undeniable that there are people who simply do not care about the quality of the product they buy or the politician they vote for. For whatever reason, not everyone values “the bigger picture”. BUT to deny people the right to information is to deny them the right to think. In a perfect world for politics and consumerism, people would blindly believe what ISfed to them, questioning nothing, and believing that EVERYTHING is done in their best interest. But if all people acted this way, change would never come about. REVOLUTIONS would NEVER be fought, dictatorships would never END, and IN all likelihood the United States of America would not exist.




LOYALTY DESPITE THE FACTS IS BECAUSE THEY ARE UNINFORMED. SOMETIMES PEOPLE ARE OK WITH THAT. BUT IGNORANCE IS DANGEROUS WHENEVER POLITICIANS ARE FOR SALE. WHETHER A POLITICIAN IS BEST DOESN'T MATTER AS LONG AS THE VOTER BELIEVES THE POLITICIAN IS THE BEST CHOICE. DECISIONS BASED ON NARROWCASTING ARE NOT DECISIONS AT ALL. PUBLIC MANIPULATION IS NOT NECESSARY. WE ARE NOT SHEEP. PEOPLE WHO WATCH FOX NEWS AND PEOPLE WHO WATCH CNN ARE LOSING. THE PUBLIC LOSES ITS VOICE WITH FRONT-RUNNERS CHOSEN FOR US NOT BY US, DEFEATING DEMOCRACY. PEOPLE ARE APATHETIC. IT IS UNDENIABLE. BUT THE RIGHT TO INFORMATION IS EVERYTHING. REVOLUTIONS NEVER END IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Chomsky & Herman

When I first started reading this piece, I was confused as to why exactly Chomsky and Herman decided to include financial information of the 24 big media corporations. When I stopped just skimming and started to read more in-depth, I realized the authors were not just placing financial information at our fingertips, they were prodding us to see a bigger perspective. Just as the Frontline reporter investigated in the video we watched, news sources are being more and more controlled by their parents ("parent companies.") This reminded me of Lakoff's book, in the sense that a strict controlling father tells the young disobedient child what to do, and if they choose not to listen, they will bear the consequences.

On one hand, I am not fully against this growing trend of large-corporation monopolistic ownership. Postivitely speaking, this "new blood" into the tainted family-owned big media businesses sometimes brings new ideas and a new way of thinking. Even if the desired outcome is profit, that's what makes our economy work! However, this isn't really how it works. Usually, these large-corporation's who own the media empires are like Rupert Murdoch--who offered to pay an ungodly amount for the Wall Street Journal ensuring his success in the takeover-- and gave over $1 billion of his sold-stock money to his kids. This unhealthy focus, obsession even, turns the perspective from making a living in America to making more money than most families ever will see in their entire lifetime. Through this shift of focus, it's concerning because the next thing that is coming is the dumbing down of our news medias. And honestly, do we really need any more coverage of people being famous for doing nothing?

We are too close for comfort in the marriage between media & money.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Is this post due?

Umm.. I wasn't really sure if we were supposed to post on the Chomsky article, but I guess I'll do it anyway.

So Herman and Chomsky weren’t exactly the most engaging writers I’ve ever had the opportunity to come across, but the article itself was kind of interesting. But the most interesting thing about it—at least to me—is the fact that it was written twenty years ago, and still holds a great deal of validity, which is kind of sad because you would think that we would have changed more of this by now.

I thought the most interesting part was the second filter. Let’s look at the reliance on advertising first. When opening a newspaper, ads seem to cover about seventy percent of the paper. When you think about it, it is kind of ridiculous, but it works for the corporations, who not only advertise, but put coupons and incentives in the papers to urge the consumer to test their product. When I was thinking about this, the memory of a certain high school substitute teacher kept popping in and out of my mind. This woman (I don’t even know her name because she was only ever addressed as “Coupon Lady”) would buy five/six local and national newspapers each day, and just cut every coupon out of it. She never read the news, but she bought a lot of newspapers. And I guess that’s what the CEOs care about ($$$). The news is important to them also, but the ads do have an impact on the sales and that’s what matters.

And I’m sure some of you would say that you don’t care about the ads and just ignore them. But the ads are there, and they are usually can manage to grab your attention enough to make you skim it. And even if you don’t scour the ad, the name is still embedded freshly in your brain, so when you pass the store on the highway you have that association.

The only thing that I think has evolved a little is the first filter. With all of the technology we have now, it is much easier for alternative news services to from. Actually I think now there are more news services available than ever before. That’s not to say that they are going to sell as well as the Washington Post, but they are available.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Luntz

Although some may view Luntz as a snobby guy, I did find that he made great points that we can relate to. For instance "The sounds and texture of language should be just as memorable as the words themselves," found in rule six. I find this to be the single most important part of grabbing our attention. I makes me think of phrases like "Just Do It," "The Few The Proud The Marines," etc. If companies can make us repeat and remember these catch phases, then their work just got a whole lot easier.

As for politics, Luntz hit the nail on the head when he said, "Messages need to say what people want to hear." He later goes on to mention that an effective speaker has to have the power to trigger our emotions. Like Dave Brown said in his post, this is what made FDR, JFK, and even Reagan so popular to the American people. They were able to embrace our hopes and dreams and in a way, people didn't just look at them as political figures but more as figures of hope and change. This is what I believe Obama is trying to capture. Our hopes and dreams are alive and "we" can change the way things are. Unfortunately it seems we know so much information about political figures that their office is overshadowed by prostitution and affairs. (Spitzer and new New York governor Patterson)

Luntz blog

Politicians and the big brains of the world are afraid of the “dumbing down of America”; but is speaking in verbose language and sounding intellectual important to win an audience? Luntz doesn’t think so, and I’m sure more than half of America would agree. We just want to get the message; clean and clear.

We speak to communicate an idea, so it’s important to know that our audience is with us. When speaking you don’t want your ideas obscured or misunderstood, so it’s important to speak in the language of everyday utility.

I think a lot of people are turned off from politics because of this. Many people just don’t get what’s going on. Luntz points out just over 50 % of Americans Graduate high school and only around a quarter of Americans graduate from College. The average Joe doesn’t have a Harvard doctorate degree. If you’re speaking to a large audience you need to speak clearly, repetitive to solidify your point, and you need to establish credibility so that people will listen to you.

It’s hard to establish credibility in political races we’re every spec of dirt possible is found on opponents, and I think a lot of people are getting sick of that. This country needs a leader who can speak and inspire and get across a clear message. But so many politicians flip flop on issues and lose credibility by attacking opponents.

Luntz’s seventh rule is to speak aspirationally. That’s why JFK and FDR are remembered as such great presidents. Barack Obama reinforces that we the people have power. In his speeches he states “we can change things”, not “I can”. Obama is a talented speaker, and he has won many followers by aspiring change. (Sorry Mahoney).

If only it was as easy as “I like Ike”…and then you get the W.

Frankly Luntz.

Instant gratification. That's what we're all used to. Text message. Answer! Text message. Answer! Click. Pictures, information, our interests, what we want, when we want it. Click.

They know this. This is what our world revolves around. Instant. Personal Gratification.

Clearly described in Luntz' Ten Rules of Effective Language is how American business and political propaganda is bridged to us in an effective manor. His rules is the system that govern corporations techniques to pierce though the thick competitive smog of media, entertainments, and fellow advertisements. Yet it can be toned down to the way we all communicate to each other while in argument or even just telling a story. Luntz isn't necessarily stating the obvious, he's organizing in such a way that all our light bulbs can go "bing" (maybe its a ding, don't quote me on that) and understand what businesses and even we are doing in communication from the time we start talking until the time we shut up.

The section of the essay that gave me my "bing" (ding) was early on in his references toward that last two presidential elections. "Simplicity counts." Not to say that America is dumb, which I'm sure a hand full of you would agree. It relates back to my early statement about instant gratification. People want to be able to instantly process what is being told to them and not have to research words, and decipher and decode what is on display. He explains that Al Gore and John Kerry both slipped up in this rule in that some of their speeches required a translation of terms in order to receive the correct gist of their argument. This is most likely a good reason as to why Bush had the upper hand and a greater connectedness to his voters. Despite the fact that sometimes he makes up his own words, people could find a defined line in his political stance because of his simplicity and explicitness.

The same goes for businesses. People want to know what they are looking at so they can make the decision if they need it or not. Instant Gratification. As he puts it, "What is this guy trying to sell me?" He states the more clear and simple an idea is presented the more creditability it will carry because people will fully grasp what they are witnessing and what is being thrown at them. People know what they want. There's always exceptions but I feel this is a good starting point.

In the words of Culture Beat's 1993 smash hit Mr. Vain, "I know what I want and I want it now."

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Luntz Response

I did not mind reading this essay at all, I found it very easy to read and i thought it was laid out well having all the rules in their own separate sections. I did think that most of the things I was reading where things that I already knew. Obviously a person should not have huge sentences with 30 words to make a point. The shorter the better in my opinion.

My favorite rule though was rule number nine. I think that advertisements that use questions as their slogans are extremely catchy. For some reason they just seem to stick out to me because I feel as if it is directed towards me personally. It is almost as if it puts the consumer on the spot, like they really need to take a moment and actually answer the question that is being directed towards all viewers.

I think the most important thing that I read throughout this essay was: "What matters is not what you say, but what people hear." I find this statement completely true. Luntz was smart in my opinion for putting this statement before all of the rules because they all reflect upon it. For example, a person is going to zone out if the speaker is going on forever using big words that go in one ear and right out the other. They are not going to want to listen to a person who only ever has the same thing to say. They also don't care about something that has no point to what they are saying. In all, being straightforward with what it is a person has to say is the best choice.

Luntz Response

I agree with Courtney. When I was reading through the essay I thought to myself, "Wait, people don't do this already?" I never understood the importance of using really big words, particularly in political speeches. When Luntz claimed that his main focus was on the "small town, middle class America", it made absolute sense. The majority of this country's population is the middle class and to communicate effectively, language that makes sense to that class should be used if anyone is going to get anything done.

Luntz's rules made absolute sense to me and once again, I questioned why we even needed him to tell us this. Using small words, short sentences, and consistency have always bee extremely important in getting messages across in my opinion. What caught my interest the most was the novelty rule. As much as I knew this already it was fascinating to hear a real-life example with the trial case of Christian Brando. When Luntz mentioned that although we as humans appreciate the reliability of many things we also have a innate desire to try different things so we do not become bored or easily satisfied with our lives.

And that's all I have. I want sleep.

Good night all.
I enjoyed the casual tone that Luntz used in writing this piece. It demonstrates his point that using simple language and relating your content to your audience will help readers to better understand what you're trying to say.

Although, like Courtney, I think a lot of what Luntz has to say is common sense, I found rule number five interesting:“Novelty: Offer Something New.”I think it’s amazing that through repetition, Robert Shapiro not only created the phrase ‘accidental manslaughter’ but made use of it. Also, I would have thought it likely that the phrase would have become one that would be used again, a norm; instead Luntz says the phrase has not been used since. I also thought it was interesting to hear about the way that Shapiro questions his jury before a trial, manipulating their prejudgements about his client.

Luntz, Frank

Even though most of his rules seemed more like common sense than anything else, they really do make a lot of…well…sense. Rule one specifically seems important to me. I think all too often, even in every day life, people feel the need to use colorful words and twelve syllable adjectives to get theirs ideas across to an audience when all they end up doing is confusing people. Even in everyday life, when people want to impress someone with their speech, they pull out all kinds of words that are not even close to being in everyday casual dialect. It’s like the higher the level of difficulty in your vocabulary, the more credibility and respect you’ll get. Although, as Luntz points out, this doesn’t really hold true. When you use simple vocabulary, it’s easier to say exactly what you mean. Going along with this, when you use “hard” words, it’s almost like putting yourself above your target audience, and in doing that, they lose the ability to identify with you. And as we all know by now, the identity thing is a big deal.

I also liked his emphasis on the importance of visuals. What people see is so much more important than what they hear. I think most people are more likely to recall things they see rather than things they hear. Also, I liked his example of Lesley Stahl and her report on Reagan. It really emphasized the fact that as long as you have a great, resonating visual, you could be singing the alphabet and no one would really care. Well that’s a bit of a stretch, but you get my point.

His writing style was casual, easy to read, and I appreciated the fact that he genuinely tried to engage his audience. By using pop culture references and then fading in to political examples, Luntz really gave a thorough depiction of the rules; making sure that they were understood from every angle.

Luntz Response

"Americans are easily bored. If something doesn't shock or surprise us, we move on to something else. We are always in search of the next big thing, whether it be the next American Idol, a new television "reality" show, a new gee-whiz techno-gizmo, the latest Madonna makeover, or something else that we haven't seen or heard of before. Our tastes change as quickly as the seasons, and we expect the rest of society to keep up" (Rule 5).

This part really stuck out to me. It's true how fast everything has to be for us. We want the best that's out there, and we want it to work fast. I know sometimes I'm sitting down at my computer, waiting for it to load and it runs so "slow." It only takes like 5 minutes to boot up or 30 seconds for a page to load, but it seems so long. And I know loads of people who want the new blackberry phone (Or whatever it's called) when their old cell phone is perfectly fine. This new phone is like a computer, mp3 player, and a phone combined. It's new, and it's flashy, so people want it. We get bored with things fast. I've had my laptop for 2 years and I catch myself saying "This peice of junk is so old." We just assume everyone now-a-days has a computer, and do so much through e-mail, AIM, and blogging, that people who do not have a computer get left behind.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

hmmm.I think I know what to do...I hope.

I'm sure this paper is not hard. It's weird, we have the freedom to write on past texts, whatever way we want, yet, we struggle because we have no guidance. At a chance at creative and free writing we are stuck wondering where to start. I guess the best way to do this paper is to find what makes us click. Sure, politics can be confusing (Texas primary and caucus?) but believe it or not, our beliefs all have a place in politics. For example, in Lippmann's essay, he states that this nation is comprised of both agents and bystanders, which is us. Most people that I associate with (college students) lack the knowledge of what exactly politics mean, myself included. However, it is up to politicians to find ways to catch our attention. An example is Barack Obama saying he wants to lower the cost of higher education. That then in effect catches our attention, the college student. Another college student may be more interested in immigration. If he likes Obama's stance on immigration then he/she may vote for Obama. Like we went over in class, Lippmann says that one idea could represent a1 another a2 and so on, but in the end, our votes all link in the end to form an A. I think this makes sense to others. The idea is, try to link the reading up to events an/d or beliefs in our own lives that we feel strongly about. That is where you will find what to write about.

I hope Lippmann is not right that we have no guidance and therefore don't take place in public events. He seems to make a good point especially with this paper we are writing.

Monday, March 03, 2008

We are at the same place

My fellow classmates (mostly Lena because she spoke up), I have no idea where or what this paper is about or will be about when I force myslef to put confused words on a page just to meet a deadline. I have not yet started this paper mostly because I just don't know what is going on. I can faithfully say that I am he, as you are he...as you are me and WE ARE ALL TOGETHER, or so I presume. I am sure things will get cleared up tomorrow

this is where i'm at part II

so i'm an idiot...if you are confused by this statement (which you hopefully are as oppose to nodding in agreement) simply look down to the previous post. enough said.

so i am at a crossroads in life, love, happiness, and adv comp because i dont know what the f*** this paper is on. yes. i know i stayed after class asking what to write..i nodded, smiled, and inserted ideas, but i did not have a clue of what i was saying. i sit here tonight, a virgin to the paper writing process, unsure of what to do next. i am hopping someone else feels this way too. i need guidance, i need help. perhaps tomorrow we can thorougly discuss this in class. perhaps we will not and i will cry. perhaps i am tired and rambling incoherently. perhaps i bought a lipgloss from old navy flavored strawbery mint that everyone men included should try. perhaps i need to stop listening to the beatles out of speakers that look like kush ball with eyes. perhaps the world's tallest snow woman should be 123 ft instead of 122 ft tall. perhaps spring break should start tomorrow. perhaps i should stop writing. ok. i will.


there we go.

well don't you know that it's a fool who plays it cool

this is where i'm at

Thursday, February 28, 2008

...and the winner is

Of the two, I definitely favored Bernays writing style. On a general note, his writing style was easier for me to relate to and I just found him to be a lot more personable. The examples he used were good because they really showed the range in which rhetoric has its effects. I also liked how he used analogies that related the practice of manipulating opinions/ rhetoric to a play. And essentially, that’s what it is, a calculated, practiced, persuasive act.

However, on making a clear point, Lippmann does a little better than Bernays. I wasn’t a huge fan of Lippmann's tone, but I do think he made some really valid points. There was one in particular that really got my attention. He wrote something about how the American public tends to let decisions be made by people we feel are apt enough to make them. We don’t trust ourselves enough to make decisions because we don’t feel that we are educated enough to make the right choice. Apart from being a very interesting observation, it exposes a problem. Let’s say that the general public is by far the largest demographic. This leaves a very small group of “elite” decision makers. The problem? By leaving just a select few to make all the decisions, we are undermining the whole idea of democracy. Of all the different scare and shame tactics that Lippmann tried to use, I liked this one the best.

The most interesting thing to me about these articles, however, was the relevancy. They were both written nearly a century ago, but they still carry a lot of weight in our society. I guess we'll just call it a draw.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Responses for the past few classes UHG!

Well, to begin this is my second time watching the movie The persuaders. I really did like watching it even the second time through because it shows how the people in PR actually think. They get really involved in their products, but it works as oddly as they are acting at the time. Since I have watched the movie I have been paying close attention to tv shows (with the little time that I have to watch tv) and have seen many ads within the tv show that could possibly appeal to a person. For example I was watching american Idol last week and it showed the judges drinking from a coke a cola glass...which could have an affect on someone wanting a drink. Just small things that I didn't get from the movie the first time around make me think a little more...like eventually how are PR people going to eventually surpass what they have already done and "break through" sort of say. But enough anout the movie lets continue on with the readings.

The first thing that we had to read for last week (which honestly I didn't read till yesterday) I found hard to get through. It really did not peak my interest or was something that I understood until it got to the examples about the hat. I thought i was really interesting how a "Big Name" like Vogue and a few pretty girls could really sell a hat, but I guess that is why we use models and famous people right?

I actually really like reading the word lab, and I think this was part of the movie that we watched because I remember the whole lab that he was conducting. I can't believe that there is an actual book out that that politicans use, but honestly I guess nothing should suprise me anymore. I think it is so interesting on the words we use and how we use them could really make a person's decision, and I am sure that I am the same way. Words that are no so offensive and that have a strong feeling towards one thing or another will make a person's choice, but not so strong words wont help persuade a person. Humm...thats pretty nifty for debates that possibly could be in the future...

Lastly, the article that we read called "The Disenchanted Man" I thought that was interesting as well. Maybe we can't push a person into their opinion...and their belief is their belief and there is no changing that. Their example of people voting is a good one showing that not matter how hard a person will trying to get people to vote if they feel strongly against something for whatever reason there is no making them budge.

Just a few feelings I have on what we read...can't wait to hear what other people have to say.


The Ethics of Propaganda

Propaganda often comes with an air of negative connotations, but is it really so bad? Edwards Bernays claims that propaganda is a good thing, and it is “a necessary intervention in the communicative chaos of modern life.”

We as consumers are influenced on many different cultural, personal, and material levels. Religious claims may entice some people, while what is in fashion may draw the attention of others. Under almost all circumstances, propaganda and the manipulation of public opinion is used to win an audience and a group or consumers.

If companies are creating advertisements that glorify their products, or certain brands of clothing are accepted as the better kind because fashionably influential celebrities or notable figures are sought out for support of the product, does that make it immoral? Not really. We as consumers are the ones who buy into it, at least the majority of us does. Human beings are still free to choose; a power that people might use poorly, but its none-the-less still a choice or a preference that we make (or maybe it is the advertisers?). Either way, there’s no gun held to our heads to purchase products; just lots of pretty colors, celebrities, slogans, guaranties, you get where I’m going.

Can we blame companies for competing the way they do? It’s completely necessary in today’s market because it’s hard to draw attention to a new product. It’s the survival of the fittest, and marketers can tweak their genetics to gain an interest. The motives behind it are simple; they’re “basic instincts of self preservation” as states by Bernays. It’s someone’s job to influence you enough to purchase their product.

If someone needs the approval by society to purchase something, then maybe they deserve to be sucked into the game. American woman would not purchase American silk because they preferred the more luxurious French style (pffft). In order to market their silk, the American ambassador had to exhibit American silk at the louver, in order for it to gain recognition. What do you know, it worked! America woman began to eat that stuff up! Not literally.

Speaking of eating though, I thought of an analogy, provoked by an observation that Walter Lippmann made. He brought up voting in his essay “The Disenchanted Man” and made an observation that democracy doesn’t exactly always work. The majority isn’t always right, and doesn’t even always know its own best interests. I brought up eating because I though of an analogy that represents this. If a kindergarten teacher offered two choices for snack; Oreo cookies, or an apple, the majority would like be overwhelmingly in favor of eating Oreos. Maybe it won’t hurt the kids to eat cookies every day, but in the long-run it’s better for the children to eat apples everyday. Or what if a vote was taken in Georgia to abolish slavery in that state prior to the civil war. Again, it is likely that most people would have voted against this given that the slaves were not permitted to vote themselves.

We live in a much different time now when everyone voices can be heard, at least to some extents. We can all choose what we buy, and we can choose to be influenced by the media surrounding us, or we can choose to be rational and ask ourselves, “Do I really need this?”

We The Pursuaders

We are all walking, talking, and living advertisements. Like many posts mentioned, we see advertisements all around us, our phones, car(s), clothes, etc. Is it our fault though? I don’t believe there is any way not to advertise in some way. Companies rely on the consumer to advertise. From major brands like NIKE found exclusively in big name stores, to Spalding sold in stores like Payless; all companies advertise their product by putting some form of trademark on their merchandise. As I sit here in the kitchen, few things don’t have blatant advertisements or logos. They are the counter top and cabinets, the table and chairs, and some miscellaneous kitchen appliances. I’m sure if I look closely I could find them.

I did like the part in “The Persuaders” where it mentioned how advertises are constantly trying to reach us through all of the clutter and static. Once I heard this I began to think about how athletes and celebrities are vital to advertising. I began to think about how Derek Jeter is also a vital part to the Yankees, Ford, Gatorade, and even AVON. The reasoning: first, people (at least in the Tri-State) love him for his good looks and ability on the baseball field. Second, he is known to be an all around good guy who many could look to him as a role model. Finally, it seems that whenever I look to buy Yankees memorabilia, a majority is often Derek Jeter. Not that this is a bad thing but it shows that we will buy things just because our favorite athlete or celebrity endorses the product.

Ramage

John Horvath

1/30/08

Dr. Mahoney

ENG230

"Here I Come New York

As I awake on this rainy morning, I got ready to go to New York, hoping to have some fun celebrating the Giants Superbowl victory. I have been to New York so many times that I lost count. And when I go, I usually see and hear the same things. I see people of all walks of life, propaganda, the steady hum of car engines and car horns, and of course, the occasional F bomb, all too common for me. To make the trip more interesting I decided to take along my rambling annoying friend John Ramage. John is not like your ordinary guy. He looks at life and people in a different way. For instance, he doesn’t see humans merely as people, he sees us as a class separated by serious people and rhetorical people. Serious people reach noble heights through self-reliance, and rhetorical people reach compromises by talking among themselves. He often says I possess a large amount of gravitas, meaning that I’m steadfast in my beliefs. I usually block him out when he starts to talk like this.

I decided to test out my new GPS system for the ride to New York. Anything that makes my life easier is worth the money. This however upset John. John told me that rather than using a silly device I should “find my way by going where I have to go.” He continued by saying, “Too many people live to work, I however, work to live.” I proceeded to tell John that without money we would all be hopeless. I agreed, “Maybe we do need to live more. I wish I could but I have to pay for college, gasoline, food, and all the necessary things to live. Unlike you John Ramage, I have to live to work.”

After an hour ride and what felt like a two hour ride with John, we finally arrived in uptown Manhattan. We began to debate and quarrel over our perceptions of the world around us. I for instance take the serious thinking approach and believe we are a product of our environment. The world around us speaks, and we the people listen. John however, more of a rhetorician, wants to make the environment a product of him. He wants to make his own choices in life. In simple terms, I believe our identity if formed on the basis of what our environment says. For example, as I walk along New York City today, I see a business oriented city where people have a set agenda. People know where and why they need to go at a certain time. Rarely do I see people walking just to walk. Not even the tourists seem to wander as they check out historic places; everyone has an agenda. Business people have their smart phones with up to up-to-date email alerts of stocks and business oriented news. “Why?” asked John, “Because we all want to make our lives simple,” I responded quickly with a direct tone. Of course John responded, “Simplicity is a horrible thing to experience, it severely limits the mind to think.”

John and I continued to walk to uptown New York looking to stop and get something to eat. Eventually we came across Panera bread and decided to get a bight to eat. John being the wordy guy he is, was fascinated by the use of language on the menu. He said to me that all the words and phrases were all connotations appealing to our emotions. I was hungry and just wanted to eat so I attempted to block him out. Maybe I am hard headed and just don’t care. However, over lunch he made a good point. Menus are made to appeal to our emotions. I looked over at the menu and began to read some of the catch phrases, “Ice Cold Drinks,” “Soup of The Day,” “Non-Fat Yogurt,” and my favorite “Hand Tossed Salads.” For once John was making some sense. Words have specific meanings when they stand alone; however, when put together with other words, they create a new language and persuasion that appeal to our emotions. “Are salads really hand tossed, and why would you want someone running their nasty gloves through your food?” I asked humorously to John. John replied, of course in great detail, “Well no, if you were to describe each word separately, it would be quite hard to link the words together. However when you use hand tossed it gives the customer the feeling of their salad being picked with hand selected fresh lettuce. Businesses then have the customer believe that their food was carefully constructed with as much love as the food in the commercials and the visual prompts they show on billboards.”

For once I felt John made a good point. Language does shape our perception of the world. After lunch we continued toward the parade. However, this time I was a keener of my surroundings. I noticed all the humongous words on billboards and propaganda trying to appeal to our emotions. I looked over at John; he looked back with a studious look while taking notes as if he was a terrorist planning his next attack. I said to him “You know John, you are goofy, weird, strange, too wordy, but this time you are making some sense. It is amazing to me how language is used to appeal to our senses. I’m looking at all the billboards and a funny thing is, despite all the fancy colors and different celebrities they have on them, they all have one key thing, the use of language.” “Well yes Johnny, all of these billboards are carefully construed by using rhetoric. Not only are they appealing to the senses, but they persuade you to buy their product. Just like those telemarketers that call you at dinner with there catch phrases wanting you to be the first out of the thousands to buy there product.”

It was almost 10:00am when we entered the subway to catch the W train uptown to the Giants parade. After leaving the subway, we were in an ocean of red white and blue Giants apparel. “Hey John isn’t this great,” I asked. “What the parade or the crisis of identity.” I looked at John and asked what he could possibly be talking about now. “Well,” replied John “this reminds me of how Harley-Davidson uses their image and history to appeal to the masses. In this case it is Giants fans who are displaying their team pride by wearing the apparel.” “John, we are here to celebrate the Giants, how does this create the image of Harley-Davidson in your wild delusional world,” I screamed. John, attempted to yell over the screaming fans, “Harley-Davidson created an image, the tough All-American bad boys that were always living life on the edge. Harley-Davidson however turned themselves into more than just a motorcycle seller, they became a culture. They started selling apparel to the consumer so we could identify and feel part of the Harley-Davidson culture. Do you really think anyone who wears a Harley-Davidson shirt lives life on the edge, or even owns a Harley motorcycle?”

I was amazed at his way of thinking. To me it made perfect sense. Looking around I saw nothing but New York Giants jerseys, shirts, and hats. I began to think we were just like those Harley guys John mentioned. Chances are we probably have normal lives. There are probably lawyers, teachers, police officers and parents here today. Some parents probably have with them their children. Funny thing is they may be screaming more than their own kids. For one day I guess it’s ok to act unprofessionally. However, today we’re all here standing in the rain screaming at grown men as if they were Gods. They get paid millions of dollars to work around eight months out of the year. As fans, just like the Harley guys, we buy all the Giants jerseys so we can feel like we are actually part of the team. We even put a jersey of another man’s last name on our own. It’s weird if you think about it. Despite it, so many people do it, so it must not be too bad. Like I said to John earlier, we are a product of our environment. After a brief moment of thinking like my friend John, I forgot about rhetoric and screamed and took pictures just like the other fans in attendance. I was in fact “working to live, and I was enjoying every moment.

Following the parade we got back to the car and proceeded home. I felt it was a great day and great experience. However, it was strange how John had made me think more about the use of words and language, and even identity. Language controlled our emotions, how we are persuaded, and even how we act. From restaurant menus to billboards, and even team apparel, we are controlled by what others want us to see and think. Rhetorical if given thought.

On the trip back John and I talked mainly about the parade and how great of an experience it truly was. John rarely visited his disillusioned state of mind the whole ride back. Instead of going strait home I decided to stop by Dick’s Sporting Goods. I said to John, “You know John, you made perfect sense today at the parade, you know, about how today people were part of a larger culture, the Giants fan culture.” “Indeed you have started to join the force. I am assuming we are here to warn others about the dangers of losing their identity by wearing Giants apparel,” expressed John with a determined look. I could only laugh in his face. “No John, I heard they just got in all the latest Superbowl jerseys and memorabilia. Angrily, John expressed, “You can’t mean you are actually going to buy another man’s name and wear it on your own.” I could only simply answer “Yes, and I will wear it with great Giants pride and love every moment of it.” At that very instant, John Ramage did something unpredictable and unforgettable. He dashed out of the car, ran around the parking lot and then ran home waving a book he was working on called “Rhetoric.”

Last I heard he had literally tried to beat some sense into a poor elderly lady who was crossing the street and not giving her undivided attention to his wild ideas. I guess John took the serious people approach to things. Cops picked him up for assault in which he pleaded insanity; I highly doubt there was any disagreement there. I read in the paper he now lives in Greystone Mental Institution where he writes books upon books attempting to “liberate the minds of serious people.” Even better, I heard he likes to write about his made up dog, named P-dog. Well, I guess it is time to cut off John Ramage. He has become a prime example of someone who is the product of their environment.

Friday, February 22, 2008

The Persuaders

Unlike some of the other students in this class, this was the first time I experienced this movie. I found it extremely interesting, not realizing how much goes into adds. Advertisers pick out exact details that are directed to specific people. Unfortunately, I do not recall the name of the system that tracks every persons information so they are able to target adds specificaly towards them. It keeps tabs on all the products they buy and what not. I found that segment of the movie incredibly interesting.

Everywhere you look, you see basically a walking advertisement. A person listening to their Ipod, a girl wearing her Ugg Boots, or even a student sporting a piece of Kutztown clothing. In some way they are advertising a company, a brand, or a school. I am not in anyway saying that this is a bad thing, i just never really realized it, but with this movie, my eyes were just really opened up to all these things.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

no wonder i need glasses...

my eyes and brain are being assaulted day after day; it's no wonder that i now need glasses. too bad the mega advertising of mega companies won't pay for my mega insurance bill :)

i could say i don't feel like i am very persuaded most of the time by advertising but someone will probably tell me i am naieve or a liar. i think much of advertising is memorable (at least for me) but i don't feel the burning desire to go out and buy whatever is assaulting my eyeballs.

i did appreciate the movie however. the research that went into formulating an advertising campaign especially interested me, since it allowed us to see how people think and react to things, especially social cues. it provides a new angle on how public opinion can be molded and sculpted and refined without us even knowing it is happening.

persuading persuaders to practice persuasion

Disturbed. I felt disturbed after seeing this film. Here is an example as to why:

1. Uggs: Like many girls on campus, I too have a pair of Uggs. (ok let's be honest. I have a knock off pair for $20 from target. I just dont believe in selling my soul for a pair of shes....they are expensive, needless to say). As I walk around campus, I notice girls or...ehem...young woman, of all ages, colors, and majors wearing these shoes. Why? Yes they are VERY comfortable but there are a few problems with these comfy slipperish shoes.
A. They are not water resistent. In the dead of winter, when you really do need boots,
wouldn't you say you need ones that will protect you from the weather? Ya'd think.
B. They are not salt resistent. When the road and...nevermind, the roads are the only
things ever salted at KU. Anyway, when the roads are salted and you trapse across in
your $648,000 Uggs, and not only get soaked but also get salt streaks on your suede
shoes, you have to admit that you own these shoes based on something other than
practicality.
Which brings me to my point. What gets thousands, literally thousands of KU girls to buy the same kind of shoe, whether knock-off or legitamate, when they are completely impractical? In 2005 Kate Hudson posed on a billboard wearing shorts and a pair of Uggs (tell me the logic in that) while promoting her movie "Raising Helen". As far as I know, this is one of the first introductions of Uggs, at least for me it was. I remember my 16 year old self thinking that i liked them. Now is this because Kate Hudson is gorgeous and looks good in everything? Probably. But for me I thought it was the shoes. Still they weren't very popular. Suddently they showed up EVERYWHERE!!!! In Victoria's Secret catalogs, JCpenny, Macy's, Newsweek....every flashy ad catalog you could find. Then boom, about 50% of women SEEM to own a pair.

This movie just made me think about this. I've never actually seen a commercial for Uggs or their knock-offs, but they are seen all over Hollywood and then put in magazines in almost a subliminal form of advertising, and somehow it has convinced millions of young women to buy them. What bothers me about this, is that it has taken away our ability to have our own tastes in clothing, style, and all of our other purchases. If we are being manipulated and we don't even realize it, then how many other opinions that are more important than shoes, have we developed because someone else wanted us to? It's scary.

Nevertheless, I still wear my shoes.

The Persuaders... Tacos?

So when I wake up in the morning and pry my eyes open to look at my phone to see what time it is and I am visually assaulted by the large bold letters, SAMSUNG, little does my tired brain know, I am a victim of advertising. This goes along with the 2,000 other ads ill see during the day, from the stamp on the fridge, to my car keys, to the label on my toothpaste. Yet i still have very little conscious recollection of them with the exception of obvious television commercials etc. Interesting...

In regards to the film I must say that certain things did tend to snag me more than others. Not to say that other elements weren't important, I think I'm just more self conscious of certain brands and things that actually affect ME. anyways...

Cult OR Brand? The film discussed this ideal a few times I noticed and that we join 'cults' for the same reason we buy certain brands, 'to belong.' Coming from someone who likes to "think outside of the box," this concept is hard to grasp. I like to think that I buy things because I like their function or the way they look on me, if we're discussing clothes. But then again to say I like to "think outside of the box" would mean that I'm not actually "thinking outside the box" because someone has already used that saying prior to my usage and that even fast food taco joints can manipulate it in such away to get their spicy beef, baja chalupa devouring fans to "think outside the bun" and bite into a cheesy gordita crunch extravaganza.

Now that I am hungry lets talk about death...

Estate tax vs. Death tax. This ideal of changing one word to provoke a more emotional, home-struck image is quite fascinating. This goes along with politicians and the usage of climate change vs. global warming. The fact that one word can totally change ones personal feeling and expose emotion displays the true intricacy of advertisement and persuasion in general.

With all that said, and the fact that I could go all night on such things, there is only really one question that still remains with me. Necessities. Companies that track everything we buy, what does it matter to them what brand of bottled water we buy? But then again coming from a Weis employee, the club card is none other than a way to track what people are buying and to spit those Catalina Coupons out at them at the register in order to make them buy more products similar in nature and to come back to Weis. I guess it all makes sense. Find out what people want and then ram it down their throats.

That is all.


Drop the Chalupa!

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Persuaders

Persuaders. I am seriously FREAKED out.

Watching that video in class made me seriously consider what I am watching and looking at on TV and the Internet. I look for meaning in every color, every symbolic reference, every motto and every catch phrase. I'm beginning to go crazy. I think.

Like I brought up in class last Thursday, the fact that the video reminded me A LOT of the novel, Feed, gives me chills. I feel as though we are only inches away from putting chips in our brains and letting the ads, the fads and the trends rule our lives. And that would be even simplier then clicking a mouse! The video has given me a new perspective on how I look at adveristments and even movies where product placement is evident.

However, I think I'll still hold on to my iPod. =)

Peace out.

The Persuaders A Second Time Around

As I watched the documentary in class, I kept thinking about my upcoming project in another class: to design an ad. I have done similar things in the past, but never had a chance to really express my creativity in something before. I based it on one of my favorite TV shows right now, and overall, I am pretty happy with the outcome. I focused on the placement of the visual aid, and the text that had to go along with it. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

The Persuaders was something else I didn't have a problem with. This was the second time in seeing it, and overall I got more out of it this time. I understood how everything has to equal up to something overall, and how the world is becoming a big billboard. Everywhere I look anymore I see an ad persuading us to buy something, sell something, or look into something more. I am sort of getting sick of it, but like the guy said, things will never change. I think the only thing that will change is how the ads look, and how they present themselves to the viewers.

Sad to say I was only in New York two times so far in my life, so I am not all too familiar with the surroundings that were shown in the movie. However, everyday I watch a couple hours of TV, and even though I have DVR, I still see commercials and the little logos on the bottom of the screen, wanting us to watch something else. Some ads seem to be getting more bigger as the years progress, and yet the tinest ones of all can make the difference. It's amazing how a couple words and a picture makes us do things we might not normally do.

Take for example my brother. He is 21 years old and loves to play video games. When he goes online to check his mail, he is bombarded with advertisements on new games or better systems. He has yet to want the PS3 or the Wii for that matter, but only time will tell. He might suddenly see a game that is only on those systems, and then be forced to buy something he hasn't thought of buying yet.

Even nowadays, we are munipilated in buying something that we see on a TV show for example. Maybe our favorite characters are wearing a certain brand, or using a certain type of product. There goes a couple dollars out of our pockets. It's just so hard to believe what the world is turning into without getting caught up in all of the fuss. I guess if we need to buy something, the best way is if we see it first and get used to the idea of what it represents. I hope we just don't get too wrapped up that we forget the better things in life. That would be the worst thing we could do.

The Persuaders Unleashed

The film The Persuaders was interesting because I knew all of these adds exist and that the amount of available space on our dear mother earth is ever so rapidly decreasing due to the growing world of adverts. I found it really interesting that there is actually a company that tracks all of your purchases and basically makes you into a walking merchandise target. The people at Song airline would never sell me a ticket on any of their planes simply because the cabin of the liners looked like every circus that I have ever encountered in my entire life. Other than that fact, I have realized that my so-called individuality has really just made me a target for bankruptcy and a house jam packed with "neat" stuff.
I was quite disturbed when certain individuals were interviewed for being part of a "clan" for a product. These members of product families fit every stereotype assosciated with the product, hence why they assosciated. I thought that these people were ridiculous until I realized that I was not much different. God Damn me and my idealization of the German maufactured... VOLKSWAGON! Hippy dippy riding along in the car and I think that I am so unique. As a good friend once told me, "You are not unique. Do you think that you and your situation are so special that nobody else has ever experienced it before or after you?" Wow was he right. It's 2008 so can someone please tell me why I ever assosciated a car with hippies. Real hippies tread the earth and the people who wish that they were hippies buy a VW Beetle. Mark a point for the persuaders because they have me pegged.

The Persuaders

I was not in class on Thursday when we finished the movie "The Persuaders", but I was in class Tuesday so I am writing my blog on the first part of the movie that we watched in class.

I thought the movie was very interesting and it definately opened my eyes up to have we (as a society) are being bembarded with adverstisement. Like I never realized how much they impact our lives. And, like the movie was saying they are now on the sides of buses and like in the subways and stuff. And, this reminded me of when I went to Philadelphia. We took the train and when we were on the train at every place we stopped there was some sort of adverisement on the benches at the different train stations. and even within our train there was a lot of ads.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

The Persuaders, and recollections.

Having spent two years taking Communication Design classes, I'm not that surprised by the film. Just about every class I took had an emphasis on how to sell product. "Art of art's sake" was left for the Fine Art majors, I suppose. In fact, I clearly remember one of my professors giving us his definition of advertising. It was this, "Advertising is selling a product to a consumer that he/she does not need and, furthermore, did not want until you told him/her to want it!" This may sound callous, considering some of the responses from class, but my fellow Com Design majors were not shocked. We looked around at each other and nodded. We smiled. We knew it was true. You don't have to sell something someone needs. That takes care of itself. Advertising is about making the consumer believe they need your product.

One thing about the film that did capture my attention was Luntz. For as much as he has changed the way concepts are "coined" I was surprised that he wasn't 1) older and 2) more intimidating in appearance. I certainly didn't picture him as the sort of man that jumped up and down, like he was at some Euro-rock concert, when he got the numbers he wanted for data research!

Persuaders

Consumers are like roaches, you spray them but they eventually become immune.”

Something along the lines of this was stated in “The Persuaders” and I found it interesting. We’re being lured into the material world to purchase and purchase and when the current brainwashing tactics in practice lose their affects, new ones are created.
They labeled the luring tactic as breaking through the clutter, and that’s what a lot of the material world now is; clutter. It’s hard to know what a product really does for you, or what a company really stands for anymore because in today’s competitive market it’s hard to win consumer loyalty through truthful advertisement. People care about flashy products, names brands, and appearance.

The airline song employed similar tactics to gain costumers. Song is (or was, I don’t know if it still exists) an airline that was marketed as a low-cost airline that offered different entertainment options and organic food. The airline was geared towards female costumers. Some song commercials that appeared in “The Persuaders” seemed irrelevant when trying to make a connection between airplane travel and the commercials message. Song proclaimed that “it’s not just an airline, it’s a culture.” One man commented “a culture where you’re forced to act one way?”

It would be nice to eliminate all the clutter and find just what we need, but advertisers will always use rhetorical approaches to gain consumers.

...The Persuaders

One of the aspects of the documentary that particularly intrigued me was the amount of psychology and investigation of the human psyche that goes into advertising. I mean, it makes sense; you find out the individual aspects and qualities that make a certain demographic want to be loyal to one product regardless of its quality. Usually, it’s the environment that seems to surround the use of the product. Whether the ads exude sophistication or a hip rebirth what it comes back to, (I almost can’t believe I’m saying this) is Ramage’s idea of identity and association over logic. The iPod may not be the most practical of the mp3 generation, but it’s the best advertised. It creates the illusion that by joining the iPod family, you are branding yourself.

There was one thing I guess I found kind of ironic in the documentary though. In much of the time the anchor spent narrating, one of the things stressed was product placement—how in film and culture, just the mere presence of a Coke bottle in a scene can have a huge influence. However, in the short scenes where the anchor is at his desk typing and what not, the camera is often at a highly convenient angle. What do I mean by this? There is a shot where the camera is behind the monitor facing the anchor, and it slowly pans down stopping so that the Apple logo is in a perfect placement. He’s not directly advertising for the company, but it is a subtle little message that he is a “member” of that brand. There are other examples of that throughout the film. It is kind of ironic though. I mean, a lot of the purpose of the film was to inform the audience of marketing techniques and schemes—all the while, the producers ended up doing a little marketing themselves.

The Persuaders

I took a photography class in high school and there was a section devoted to advertising. I actually had to take part in being a persuader, so it was kind of interesting watching people use similar tactics. It's strange how they look into the psychology of a person and crazy to try to come up with cult mentality. A lot of thought, time and money goes into advertising, but sometimes it's not a hit. The new ways they were coming up with to show their products were creative and at times humorous.

I usually don't get caught up in all of the ads we see every day. For example, some people say they will only buy the ipod because it's what they know and it works. I actually bought an MP3 player not too long ago, and it's so much better than the ipod (not to mention much cheaper). Advertisers seem to be able to play on the consumer's ignorance of the product and that's where they make the sale. People hear much more about the ipod, so they buy it, because they feel that if they buy the MP3 player, they're taking a gamble because they're not assured of its reliability. People may laugh at the lengths the persuaders were going to to sell their product, but on a certain level, it works.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Persuade this.

I was thoroughly impressed with The Persuaders, despite this being my second time watching the film (you can blame Prof Bleach!). My brain must have suffered some major damage during finals week last semester, because everything seemed like it was brand new information! Again, I was stunned to find out what lengths people involved with advertising and marketing go to suck us in and make us buy. And every time I shop, I fall right back into this practice- despite knowing this! (IE: the iPod. But it was great present, and it was a successful present, so that's all that matters, right?)

I was especially interested to "re-learn" about branding. In another class I'm currently taking, we have been discussing branding, among those people and places like The United Colors of Benetton, The Body Shop, and even the Godfather himself, Bernays. I was captivated by what the CEO of Saatchi & Saatchi said, about branding developing new connections with our emotional side. So often I think of branding as just "selling the product," and now in two different classes, it's being instilled in me that branding really is about the ability that we have to find, and identify, ourselves with a particular cause or event. And with that identification, comes our "natural" ability to buy the products that that cause stands with.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Ramageland

I awoke to thunderous slamming on my front door and sprang from my bed, worried that something was wrong. I fled my room and made hast through the hall leading to the staircase. After sliding down the railing of the stairs, I braced myself and as quickly as possible hauled the door open.
I didn’t exactly expect who I witnessed. My brother had been out that night, so I guessed it was him coming home early in the morning; maybe he forgot his keys. But it wasn’t him. Some haggard hybrid mix of a lumberjack and motorcycle-bad-boy was heaving knelt over on my front porch.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
The pot bellied man replied: “Possibly, but more Importantly, Can I help you?”
I was waiting for him to draw a gun and make demands, but it never happened. We had a temporary stare-off as I tried to figure this guy out. “Who is this and what does he want?” I thought to myself.
The giant man on my doorstep began to grumble and talk:
“If you won’t speak, than allow me to. My name is Jonathan Ramage. You I presume are David Brown. If I read my class roster correctly you should be in my Principles of Rhetoric class this fall.”
“…Yes…That’s me.” I replied uncertainly
“I thought maybe we could go on a little excursion to better acquaint you with the subject matter of the course.”
“An excursion? To where?”
“Oh let’s just call it…Ramageland!”
“What did you mane a theme park after yourself?”
He ignored my sarcasm and beamed at me while I evaluated the situation in my head. I had never seen this man who claimed to be a teacher in my life, and he had invited me to venture with him to an unheard-of destination.
With two weeks left of my summer vacation I expected to relax, sit by the pool; maybe take a trip to the beach…Not this. But I thought, maybe this would be exciting. I felt like I could trust this guy, I felt in my gut. My friends always went on extravagant vacations; half of them were currently away. I could have some stories to tell them for a change. On an impulse I made my decision, and replied, “Ok sure.”
“Brilliant!” He cried with joy and skipped like a school girl to his motorcycle, which I hadn’t noticed earlier.
Maybe I wasn’t ready for this trip. I had never been on a motorcycle before, and I wasn’t ready to trust a stranger on one.
“I’m not sure about this anymore,” I quivered.
He looked at the bike for a few seconds and then before my eyes the bike transformed into a slick red convertible. My mouth dropped gapingly. I stumbled in amazement towards to car, and sat myself in the new leather seats.
“Are you more comfortable with this?” He inquired.
“I…I..?”
“Ok then, let’s go!”
He peeled out of my driveway and sped down the street like a formula one racer, the wind burst into my face and I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. The situation was so confusing. Everything happened so fast and I still didn’t know where we were going. I think Mr. Ramage sensed this, because he began to slow down and veered of the main road onto the scenic route which no other cars occupied.
“Thanks” I said, assuming he understood.
“You’re wondering what we are doing here” he commented.
“Yea, what’s the purpose of this trip, and where’s Ramageland? What’s Ramageland?”
“Well, the purpose of this trip is to teach you about Rhetoric. And I’ll hold off on telling you too much about Ramageland”
Ok, that was a start. Now he’s talking some sense.
“So what is rhetoric?” I asked him
He began to snort and his stomach jiggled as he laughed. “It’s not as easy as ‘what is rhetoric.’ But what is it like? What does rhetoric do? What is rhetoric in terms of other things? I will offer you no formal definition of the term, because no such thing can exist and contain the large spectrum of what rhetoric is.”
I began to get frustrated and remarked: “Ok so what does it do? This means nothing to me. And if it should mean anything to me you could have just waited a week to tell me about in class. Why should I care?”
“Not bad! You’re loosely using rhetoric already!”
“What?”
“You’re thinking. You’re arguing your points, pleading your case. With rhetoric you can make rhetorical claims, even if they’re against rhetoric!”
“But I don’t understand? I still don’t even know what rhetoric is, nor do I care!”
“That’s the beauty of it! There’s no autonomy, rhetoric is for anyone, and it can be used in any situation to any ends!”
My mind felt cloudy. I could tell Mr. Ramage could sense this, and he slowed down and parked the car along the side of the road. He began to speak slowly.
“Have you ever heard a presidential speech? Have you ever argued your way out of punishment? Have you ever spoken to a salesman? If so, you have experienced rhetoric. It’s like but not limited to persuasion. It’s talking around things. There are no universal truths in this world, and you can justify and ‘prove’ almost anything by the means of rhetoric.”
“You’re crazy” I bluntly retorted, blowing him off.
“If you believe me to be than…I suppose so.”
“Ugh! I wish there was a world without rhetoric!”
“Do you really?” He asked.
I looked at him inquisitively and then responded with a smirk, “yea, sure.”
“Ok then…” He replied
Wind flushed through the air and I lost my sight. I felt a chill run up my spine and my feet lifted off of the earth and I felt heavy, yet weightless at the same time. I tried opening my eyes and my head spun, light flashed, and I could hear nothing other than my heavy breathing mixed with the hurricane surrounding me. I felt myself crash into the earth and then it all stopped.
I stood up, coughing and catching my breath. I opened my eyes and I stood alone on a plain. I looked below me and saw the chalky grey earth that I was standing on. The ground was hard and I as stepped forward I heard my steps echo. The air was dank, and there was fog disallowing me from seeing more than 30 feet ahead. I turned and looked behind me and saw nothing. I looked left. Right. Nothing. “Where am I?” I thought to myself. “Ramageland?” I thought. Then I heard something coming from behind me. I turned around and made haste towards the noise.
Images began to formulate as I moved forward. When I arrived in the vicinity of where I perceived the noise came from, there was a gathering of some sort. There were rows of seats leading to a decrepit stage with two decaying colonial wooden chairs facing each other. Placed on each unstable chair was a manikin. Each manikin was stained and looked worn-out. One was missing an arm; the other had assorted chunks missing with stuffing protruding out of its various wounds. I took a better look at the crowd, and the audience was occupied by close to a hundred lifeless manikins as well.
“Where the hell am I?” I thought. I continued to muse over the situation and then my thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.
“Mr. Brown, take a seat next to me and enjoy the debate.”
I looked over my shoulder and there was John Ramage, sitting amongst the crowd of stoic bodies.
I crept over to Mr. Ramage, avoiding contact with the corpse-like viewers. When I arrived he pushed a manikin out of the seat next to him to make room for me to sit. The manikin fell to the ground; dust particles and dirt escaped the body and hovered in the air. I took the seat timidly.
“Is this Ramageland?” I whispered.
“No, this is quite the opposite.” He replied.
“Well, where are we, and what kind of debate is this?”
“We are in a world with no rhetoric which you wished for, and this is what a debate would be like in this world.”
“But these aren’t even people, they can’t even say anything!”
“They might as well be people; it would be just the same.”
“Ok I get it. Can we just get out of her?”
At that I felt a harsh wind again and I felt compressed as I lifted off the ground and my sight became a blur. A few seconds of confusion passed and I arrived back at the convertible, and I sighed with relief. Rhetoric began to appear a little more appeasing.
Mr. Ramage suggested going for a walk, and I agreed. While walking I noticed a weevil crossing the path we were walking, and instinctually from my bug-murdering childhood days, I stepped on it. John Ramage was appalled, yet excited simultaneously.
“Why would you do such a thing?!” He bellowed.
“I don’t know? I didn’t really think…Sorry” I said in defense.
“Think about it, make an argument for yourself! Have bugs ever gotten into your house, or ruined a tree or plant in your yard? What you just did could be argued as wrong. That beetle was defenseless yet you still squashed it. But you could also argue it was not wrong. You were just expressing your power, and you have that power to do such a thing. You could argue that bugs can contaminate food and can spread diseases. You killing any bug possible could prevent this! With rhetoric you could defend something little like the morality or immorality of killing a defenseless bug, or theoretically something as grandiose as killing a man.”
Ramage then continued; “Is killing universally wrong? Maybe the society you live in views it as wrong, but only in certain locales. Take the war the country is involved in for instance. Are American soldier wrong for killing Iraqis? They’re humans too. Would a man be wrong for killing another man in retribution for the latter man killing the formers son? Society generates “truths” but there are none, and there are always exceptions. ‘Killing is wrong’ is a generally excepted maxim. So why is it right in war? Which side is at war for the right reason?”
I looked at him perplexed. My brain was churning.
“It’s the art of proving opposites.” He stated.
“So rhetoric can be good, to prove things wrong or right, but can’t it be used negatively as well? What if a man killed someone with ill intentions or for no justifiable reason at all?” I asked.
“Well, rhetoric is amoral at best. It can be used by anyone, and it can prove anything. A ‘guilty’ man can benefit using rhetoric, and can prove he is innocent.”
“I get it, I get it. But where is this all going; you still haven’t even told me the way to Ramageland.”
“How do you feel about rhetoric, are you getting it yet?”
“Yea, I feel a lot more confident than before, but there’s still room for improvement.”
“Then you’re already there,” He smiled.
Mr. Ramage was a quirky man, but I enjoyed his company. He would later prove to be a proficient teacher. We continued to walk and debate in Ramageland; where I had just arrived, after having been there all along.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Rafting on Rhetoric River

John D. Ramage, a close friend of mine, had asked me to join him on a road trip, or rather a raft trip. He begged me and I just kept telling him that I had a skating match that I absolutely could not miss. He finally threw in fifty bucks and I weighed my options. I could spend the twenty dollar registration fee for the skate match or gain the fifty bucks and travel with a friend. I accepted the money and the invite and on a Sunday we met up at a community park and then traveled about five miles through the woods on foot before arriving at a river that I had never even heard of before. I looked around and a shabby sign clung on to a wooden post. A fading map marked areas of danger. Knowing John, these were the places that we were going to be taking detours to because for hi, nothing can ever be simple. Jagged letters formed the words Rhetoric River, the place to lose yourself. Gag, I thought. I could be skating but instead I will probably be swimming with the fish by the end of this experience. If I made it out alive, my mental state would probably still be compromised. I reminded myself that I wasn’t acting like the person that I wanted to be so finally I succumbed to the force that is Ramage and the two of us hopped in the raft to partake in the dangers of the drug trafficking and notorious fighting areas marked on the map by peace signs and red x’s. The plan was to be gone for three days but I had a feeling that we might be on an extended tour.
The water was unkind for the first day of our trip. It was at times the kind of water that the type of people who can’t bring themselves to say that they are lost and just ask for directions, would rely solely on themselves to try and conquer. On the other hand, people like me and John, rhetorical people, compromise with each other to try and come to some sort of partnership way of making it through these treacherous waters. He takes the right paddle and I take the left. After finally working as a unit, we pulled up to the bank of the river to eat and get some rest for the evening. We were completely exhausted and we were both mentally and physically drained. We tied the boat down and grabbed our backpacks. I looked around and discovered that this place did not look too scary. Trees surrounded the area and chirping birds were music to my ears. Houses looked ones that you would find in a development. They all looked the same: beige with brown shutters and a big garage attached to the sides. I was surprised that there were so many trees because these houses looked relatively new. I finally noticed this tavern on a hill that stuck out like a sore thumb. It was drab and made of what looked like dirt. Mosses growing around the shack made parts of the disintegrating bricks turn green and moldy. Motorcycles lined the perimeter of the building with the neon sign reading “Flying Spades”. We figured it was as good of a place as any to take a few moments to gather our bearings. Really there were no other bars and we were looking for an adventure and a drink in a place that we had never been before.
We walked into the dimly lit shack and sat in the corner seats of the bar. A bearded man with a whisky and cigarettes voice took out order of beverages. While waiting for our beverages and sandwiches to arrive, the guy sitting next to us at the bar was having a conversation with a mustached man about stocks and bonds. I looked at John and we both cracked a smile for the first time on this trip. Who would have thought that these people were, dare I say, BANKERS! Yes, they looked intimidating and they drank beer and talked really loud but we thought there might be bar fights until we actually got to talking to them. They asked us if we each had a broker and it was all downhill from there. All of the conversations were the same: money, cars, homes, and vacations. They huddled in tattooed groups of brass knuckles and spurs. Bandannas, smoke, and leather-like faces, some with beards, filled the room. General consensus from these rough and tumble men is that no bar fights would be breaking out that evening, or any if they could help it, simply because they all had to get to their offices and attend to the dow in the morning. They went on and on about yearly salaries and bonuses and about how this is their way to escape their normal personas. Their motto was business by day, bikers by night. We ate some great cuisine and barely slept. The people there were a riot because they kept giving us simple how to lessons on becoming bikers. My favorite lesson came from the town lawyer, Tom, and was directed at Ramage.
He said, “If you just wear the tightest leather pants you can find, all the chickies will come a runnin’. I get the best of both worlds. When I wear a suit I get all of the biker chicks and when I wear these pants, I get all of the corporate “ladies” that normally won’t even pay attention to a guy like me, not during the day anyway.”
I thought that this was the best advice because John hadn’t had a date in what seemed like forever. Leather pants are probably the one thing left that he has never tried. Also, his expression looked as though he were taking notes on a notepad in his head. We went off to get sleep and did just that.
Morning came and the waters were calling. We left, leather jackets and brass knuckles in hand (figuratively speaking about the knuckles of course, for they are illegal and for good reason). The waters were more manageable that morning and we sailed on until we encountered people shouting from the banks. At first we couldn’t hear them, but when we did, we realized that they were using complex dialogues to describe themselves and what they were wearing. It was plain to see that they were wearing tie-dye shirts so we almost assumed that they were drug doing hippies; but, judging from the bikers that we encountered the night before, we decided that they were just trying to construct an identity. They were probably business men under there too. Apparently this is something everyone does, but few people actually stop to realize what they are seeing and the reasons why. These particular people were shouting and dancing around, smoke was everywhere and we decided that we should stop and partake in the festivities. What good reason could one possibly have for missing the pseudo hippy party upon the banks of Rhetoric River?
When we actually got to chatting with the locals, we realized that they were celebrating a local tradition called the Stereotype the Stereotypical Festival. They said that they have this festival in memory of the late feminist writing resident, Sylvia Plath. They said that those who attended the party could stereotype anything they wanted but this year their group chose to portray unshowered, hemp wearing, ganja smoking, free loving, cuddle bunnies. In other words, hippies be they name. We ate some brownies, probably the best I’ve ever tasted, and the best part was that they were free of charge. We must’ve eaten a whole pan before getting back in our boat wearing our tie- dye shirts and our leather jackets. We continued sailing through the purple haze that was our water. Little did we know that the special brownies were special because they were all organic vegan brownies. We put the bucket in our boat to good use and dumped the waste overboard both literally and figuratively.
After losing our notion of modesty when using the “bathroom” we continued sailing for about 3 hours and it began to rain. We kept going for about another hour but then it began to lightening. After talking to each other, we decided to pull over and see what was on the banks this time. We parked the raft, knocked on a door and a bunch of people peering with contrasting looks answered the door. They allowed us in and offered us some hot cocoa. We gladly accepted and then we all sat down to enjoy our beverage. Sam, one of the guys who lived at the house brought up the subject of religion and how he chose to believe in the Roman Catholic faith. Jenna, his sister started arguing with him over her extreme belief of science and evolution. They just kept bringing up how each disagreed with the other but eventually they had exhausted all of their knowledge of the subjects, on each other. Nobody got any further than the other but each tried their very hardest. After listening to the two argue for what seemed like forever, I began to take what they were saying and question my own particular identity. Jenna kept quoting passages from Good and Evil while Sam shouted verses from the Bible. Both sounded like complete morons because of their lack of factual knowledge.
Jenna shouted, “God is dead, and God is a lie!
Sam replied with, “What are you John Lennon now?”
Jenna replied, “No! I’m Friedrich Nietzsche but they probably didn’t teach you about him in church. They should have though because you might have some common sense tuck away in the corners of your mind. The very deepest and darkest corners that is”
I tuned in to tune out. Which do I believe? Who do I choose to side with? Both are using the art of persuasion but both are horrible at rendering it. Why do their persuasions have to affect me? The static of their bickering set the soundtrack of my thoughts. I wondered if there was a way that I could develop an independent thought schema and essentially develop my own version of religion that allows me to pursue what ever makes me happy. I wanted to be in the least restrictive environment but realized that this could never happen due to the fact that I acknowledge where both parties are coming from and must subject myself to these discussion for as long as I live.
John could tell that I was getting bogged down by all of these thoughts and that the rain that had caused us to stop here in the first place, had subdued. We politely made an exit but not before John used the bathroom for like the tenth time since we had gotten there. It was his muse and he just had to tour every facility on all of our stops. I wondered if he had been trying to construct the identity of the bathroom connoisseur or just portray the quality of a middle aged man partaking in the joys of a bladder problem. Eventually he came down as did the raft into the water. The day awaited and so did what lied ahead.
Apparently the whole concept of rhetoric lead John and I in one big circle back to where we started. Before I knew it we were back at the signpost in the forest. Lose myself? I certainly did, or is it that I found myself or the person that I want to find? Once again, my head was swirling with questions of identity. Did I have a ready constructed identity? And if I did was it the person that I wanted to be? The things on the outside define the criteria on which we are judged by society. I found myself wondering if I wanted to be the biker or the hippy, evolution or intelligent design? I came out of this journey far too soon to realize what makes an individual, individual. John and I decided we were going to pick up where we left off next Tuesday around 9:30am. It was as good a time as any. For now, I’m going to take it easy and go home. I can’t quite decide if I’m going to cook tonight’s meal with the pressure cooker or the slow cooker. Each has its benefits but right now I am too tired to think. Maybe I will just order some takeout for tonight.

A Date with Rhetoric

Eyes opened with warm, sodden hands. I could see myself. I was surrounded by hard porcelain walls that seem supple, rubber in nature, yet they still hold the room up. Water still poured tenaciously from the faucet onto my fingers. It was hot. Not too hot, just right for washing temperature. I was by myself, but I could hear soft, gentle music playing through the walls. I had no idea where I was, but for some reason I knew exactly what to do. My body seemed to carry my mind throughout this marble and gold lined latrine. I moved to the threshold to the room in my corpse. I paused, and then proceeded to open the door.

I was greeted with a boisterous setting. There was too much to comprehend at first glance. My eyes scanned another fancy room. Statues, intricate moldings and door frames, a large stair case that didn’t appear to have an end, a fountain with mythological creatures and Gods, I could go on forever. The importance was what was taking place in the center of the room. There were small curtained tables lined up in a circular fashion. Each table had a candle in the center of it and a male and a female on either side conversing, yelling, staring, scaring, snaring, sneering, watching, speaking, exchanging.

The question in the back of my mind forced its way to the front and almost exploded out of the front of my skull. What on earth is going on? My eyes scaled to the large banner that was hung on the wall in front of the tables. Speed Date, in large bold letters, brought to you by Johnny “The Love Doctor” Ramage, it read underneath in script.

“Speed Date? This ought to be a riot,” I thought to myself. I laughed.

Before I could finish organizing my thoughts in a manor in which I could understand them, a large bell rang throughout the room shattering my current thought of finding relations between the concepts of speed and dating. The low murmur of talking ended but the sound shifted to the fumbling of chairs and the thumping of hard-soled fancy shoes against the marble floor. As if some greater force shot across the room, all of the men stood up and began to move about. The men did not talk to each other. The only thing that was exchanged between them was daunting looks of the eye and hostile stares almost as cold as the floor beneath them. Once the chaos cleared, they had found new homes at a different location across from a different woman.

I scanned the room with my eyes like a scanner carefully scanning an important document that would be mass produced by the hundreds. Until I noticed the table at the end only had one tenant. My body began to move again and I advanced toward the table. I tended to find my way by going where I had to go.

As I got closer I began to study the woman sitting at the table. She looked abnormally fragile yet she had very pronounced features and sat there as hard as the porcelain statue that was on the wall to her adjacent. I was close now, time to smile.

“Are you always late?” she asked while staring off.

For some reason my lips would not move to answer her. I walked around to the other side of the table and seated myself. I reached across to shake her hand and greet her with my name, which escapes my mind right now. She responded by telling me her name, which doesn’t escape me right now. Samantha. Serious Sam my mind told me. I couldn’t tell if she was yelling her name at me or if by some chance the previous man at her table somehow turned her into a verbal lion, a very monotone lion at that. Regardless I felt like no matter how light I acted she was going to respond with a cold, hard, textbook answer. I don’t remember asking her of even annunciating the words, maybe I didn’t, who knows, but she told me her profession. Science teacher. This wasn’t a shock to me. I could imagine myself falling asleep in her class.

The way she responded reminded me of lessons on motion from back in grade school. I recall learning about motion and its underlining parts. “For every action there is an opposite and equal reaction.” She would say something, I would answer. The ideas of motions and causes scattered throughout my head like a puppy in a new home. Apparently we were involved in conversation. My body was just telling my lips to move like when a ball strikes another and tells it to move. Its just transfer of inertia or in this case words to lips.

I knew she wasn’t right for me. Serious Sam was too serious. She was like a ball in motion with no mind of its own strictly following the proven laws and rules of science rather than acting out from her own behavior and humanistic qualities. Like a raindrop in a rainspout. She had nowhere to run, or drip for that matter. I reckon she was probably asking the exact same questions and giving the same responses to all her victims. She was so used to rattling off cliché answers to questions and questioning my somewhat interesting answers.

“So what’s your number one quality you look for in a man?” I asked hesitantly.

“I wish for eternal happiness…” she replied with a blank stare. It echoed throughout my empty skull. Her head bobbed slightly when she spoke that almost made it seem as if it were hanging from a string. I also noticed that she didn’t blink much. Unless of course she was blinking at the exact same time I was. This was highly possible.

It was almost as if she was reading from a script, I even looked down to the table cloth several times in search of a menu or outline. Somehow she managed to remain so structured and lifeless with her answers, almost as if she was following a recipe for an intricate dish of some sort to be severed at a five star restaurant.

“So what’s your number one quality you look for in a man?” I asked hesitantly.

“Place the cake pan in a cold oven. Turn the oven on and set it to 325 degrees F. Cook for about one hour, or until cake is golden brown.” I could imagine her saying.

All of this structure was expected from such a serious person.

Recipes are guidelines used to make a dish that can be followed as closely as the one cooking prefers. You can learn a lot about someone, by how close they follow their recipe. And that’s not to say that all serious people are good at cooking, but to say that all serious people follow their recipe exactly which makes them so “serious.” ‘Us’ on the other hand prefer to learn from our past experiences of burnt cookies and our shrimp tasting cheesecake with hopes of improving our cooking extravaganza every time.

Cake is done! But in reality it was the bell ringing again. My eyes opened wider. I began to move about the room again and had no recollection of saying bye to Serious Sam. I probably did and she probably said something I could have said before she actually moved her lips to say it. I was paraded around the room again by my corpse. It was quite obvious that we were getting towards the end of the rotations because all of the male figures seemed to be even more antagonistic than before.

My body took me to the other end of the room. For a second I thought I was leaving the event, but then I realized that my next specimen was somehow part of it just not expected at first glimpse.

“It’s Patty,” she stated sternly.

I looked around to make sure she was talking to me. Before I answered I couldn’t help but notice what she was wearing. Biker gear. I ran into the leader of the female Harley Club. Why was she here? Shouldn’t she be at the bar with the rest of the pack? I was beginning to wonder if this actually was a dream. Is this a joke?

I stuttered before I told her my name.

“It’s ok. I got the same reaction from the others,” she said dejectedly. “We’re going to talk a little, you’re going to laugh at me, then the bell is going to ring and you’ll be on your way. So how do you want to do this so it’s the least painful for both of us because you’re my 10th match today?”

I didn’t know what to say. Why was she so defensive before I could get one word in?

“So why are you mad at the world?” I asked a bit unsurely, yet sympathetic at the same time.

She went on to explain that men don’t take her serious as a woman or as a person for that matter. They instantly judge her for her leather chaps, jacket, bandana, chains, and loud hog. I learned just from hearing her talk briefly that she was to my surprise fairly intelligent and good with her words. If I were to close my eyes she would shatter my preconceived physical appearance image of her instantly. She was just an average woman under all her leather and tattoos. She was a victim of today’s society. Because she drives a Harley there is a ‘ready-made’ identity assigned to her as soon as she steps out the door in the morning. Unfortunately she’ll never shake that as long as she is ‘leathered out.’

Although I never really had a thing for biker chicks she seemed to be delightful and once I got over the chaps I didn’t mind talking to her, especially in comparison to the last disaster.

The bell rang once again. But this time I remember saying bye to patty and asking her for a bike ride sometime. She winked back and slipped me her number. She wasn’t ready for that. Who would have known the biker chick wasn’t mean, didn’t smell, was intelligent, and was in general a good person.

I got up and looked around. It was interesting to watch people interact. Some people were very abrasive with their words and demanded intimacy and connection from the person across the table, while others took the back seat and monitored the current situation rather than drove it.

I felt much more in control of my body now, in fact it should have taken me to my next destination but it failed to do so. I was controlling my legs. I was in control. I walked about the room taking in its beauty. It was astonishing how something as modern as speed dating could be captured in a room full of Greek architecture and marble. This sort of thing racks the mind. After doing an almost complete lap of the room I bumped into the refreshments table. I immediately went for the punch. My cup hit the liquid…

Black.

My eyes opened and my hands were soaking. I could see myself. I was again surrounded by walls, familiar walls this time. I turned off the faucet. I was by myself, but I could hear familiar music playing from my room across the hall. I knew exactly what to do. This time I carried my body to my room and crawled into my bed when I heard a crinkle come from my pocket. I reached in to discover a wrinkled, punch stained paper fragment with a phone number for Patty on it. I smiled to myself. I began to drift off again. I know that if I fell back to sleep I would most likely dream again and it would most likely be different. For a man Heraclitus once argued, “You never step in the same river twice.” That was one hell of a dream. I exhaled.

Camping with Ramage Final Draft

Overhead, the summer clouds darkened in the afternoon sky. My silver, Ford Escape was neatly and pristinely packed with all of the essentials. Tents, stakes, tarps, and everything else that would be key to having a successful camping trip. I turned the key in the ignition and began driving out of my small, dusty town. Sam, Katie, and Danny were all sitting in various positions of my car, and as I turned onto the highway, a grizzly yet wise voice came over the radio bringing the weekend’s weather report.

“Stay indoors this weekend folks,” he almost growls. “Hurricane Dean is underway; heavy winds and flash flooding will start tonight.”

I glanced to my friends, and from all of their expressions I could tell that they were on the same plane of thought as I was. We had been planning this trip for weeks, and we were certainly not going to let nature get in our way. With a nod from Sam, I accelerated and continued our journey to our state park camping site.

As I pulled into lot 154, I couldn’t help but notice that there was just one other group of campers in sight. “Wow,” said Katie, “This really is like wilderness now.”

No one responded, and we all exited and begin unloading the contents of my car into the large and familiar patch of dirt. The four of us took this trip every year, and we always made a point to book exactly the same campsite. However, it appeared different than how it was when we last left it. It was not situated quite the same; the dirt was alien; there was more grass.

Birds were chirping merrily above us, in a language that wasn’t decipherable to any of us. I looked into the canopy of trees above my head, noting just how surrounded by nature we really were. It was everywhere; it was closing in on us. But I was quickly snapped out of my reverie as Danny called to me over a small gust of wind, “We really need to get the tent up!”

“Yeah…Where should we put it?” I asked.

Sam was the first to respond. “It needs to be near the back. That way if any cars or walkers pass by, we won’t be disturbed.”

“No,” Katie shook her head. “We’ll be closer to the forest then. Animals are running around and what not. This is nature, and I for one don’t feel properly equipped to deal with some of those things at the moment. I’d really hate to acquire rabies. We’d be safer if we were closer to the road. But I think we should put it in the middle.”

“Won’t it be too close to the fire then?”

“Nah, we’ll just keep it small.”

Content with that decision, we unpacked the tent, and began constructing it. We started by putting together the base and then working our way up until finally, we could stake it into the ground so that it would stand solid.
The rain continued to endlessly fall from the overhead sky. As thousands of drops forced their moisture upon us stinging our bare skin, we were compelled to adapt to this new problem. Luckily, I had managed to pack three giant golf umbrellas which sheltered and protected us from any unwanted wetness.

Soon the sky began to fade to black, and we realized that we still needed to build a fire. Danny argued that we did not need to go to the trouble so late in the day, but I reminded him that a fire was crucial. Without it, we would have no real source of heat, and the hotdogs we brought would be of no use unless cooked. And we certainly couldn’t survive happily on a quick fix of snack food. He obliged to my reasoning, but that is not to say that he did so with out much fussing and grumbling when he had to leave his umbrella behind.

Arms interlocked and flash lights in hand, we entered the start of the forest behind our campsite to find some wood. We searched through endless heaps of fallen leaves and other various forest matter, trying to decipher what was important and what would work best to achieve our goal. However, it became difficult because everything was drenched with the rain. The twigs we found were drooping with the weight of the water, and the pores of the larger branches were so soaked that there was no way that a fire could be ignited from them. Though slightly disheartened, we kept searching, and soon we came upon a small, unoccupied den containing just enough twigs, branches, and bark to create and sustain and adequate blaze.

With our bounty piled in our arms, we made our way back to our site and began loading everything into the circular grate. We used a systematic fashion: small twigs at the bottom with the larger pieces forming a teepee shape on top. When we were content with the arrangement, Danny pulled out the matches and began trying to get the twigs to catch. After many unsuccessful attempts, he threw the five-hundred-pack of matches to the ground in frustration.

As he did so, my attention was called to a lone man walking along the road. He had no umbrella, but he seemed completely comfortable with his surroundings. Dressed in flannel and simple jeans, he was unshaven, a little scruffy, looked well accustomed to the nature that surrounded him. The four of us exchanged glances, and Katie sloshed eagerly through the muddy ground to meet the stranger.

“Hi,” she started. “My friends and I are camping, and we can’t get a fire going. Is there any way you could help us?”

The man stopped, and stared at her with his head atilt. “Why do you think I would be able to help you?”

Katie’s cheeks flushed a slight shade of crimson. “I’m sorry; it’s just that you look like you’re a camper.”

“Well for your information, I’m not an avid camper; I’m an ornithologist, and I was just walking around to see if there were any birds out.”

“Oh…it’s just that…you look…”

“I look like a camper? What, just because I dress comfortably and don’t shave every day I have to be a mountain man?”

“Well…”

The man considered her for a moment. “I will tell you one thing though. First, you need to figure out how not to make a fire. After you’ve done that, you’ll be able to see the way.” He laughed to himself. “I remember this one time—”

“You know, I think we’ve got it,” Katie interrupted as she backed away from the man. “Thanks anyway.” After her abrupt closing, she turned and power walked back to our group as the man grumbled angrily and disappeared into the distance.

“What do we do now?” Sam asked with little lines of worry etched in her face.

“Hold on a sec,” I said as I ran to my car and returned with the previous day’s newspaper. I began crumpling it up into wads and tossing them into the grate.

“Give me a match,” I called out over the rain.

Danny looked at me with a hint of disgust. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“It doesn’t have to. Logic makes sense, life doesn’t.” Bemused at my rare moment of profound knowledge, I threw a few lit matches into the pit, and sure enough, it soon sparked a small yet effective fire.

As we cooked our food, the storm grew more and more intense with each passing second. The raindrops increased in size and were pelting us with great velocity. The wind picked up, and tried to blow us around in different directions. Its power was amazing, and there were a few times that I was sure that one of us was going to be taken away. Overhead, thunder began to orate across the invisible, black skyline. It began quietly, but as it picked up confidence, coupled along with skill from previous experiences, it grew louder in a desperate attempt to productively communicate its anger. Standing there, we didn’t speak to one another, but instead chose to stand in silence around the fire, umbrellas in hand, listening to nature’s endless speech.

All around us the sound of the hurricane was deafening. It was warning us that we had no place in being here, that we would fail because of our lack in preparation. As we were enjoying our strange noisy silence, a particularly large gust of wind tore through the campsite. It wouldn’t have been a big deal, except for the fact that it took our tent with it. The large, green dome floated up into the air and landed gracefully in the middle of the street.

As we began walking to retrieve the runaway tent, a truck marked Park Ranger turned the corner and drove down the street. The path it was taking meant that it was destined to collide head on with the tent, and by the look of it, the driver seemed oblivious to the giant obstruction in the street. Twenty feet away. We all yelled as we picked our pace up to a run. Ten feet away. We raised our voices to the highest volume possible, but it was of no use; the cacophony of nature’s voices drowned us out. Finally, with a skidding crash, the front bumper came into contact with the tarp, and our tent lay mangled in the middle of the street. It lay there, no longer a tent. A heap of twisted wire, metal, and cloth, it had transformed itself into something else entirely. Sam grabbed the destroyed pile and began dragging it back to our plot. The driver looked at us sympathetically, but Danny waved to him to signify that it was okay, and the man drove off as if it had never happened.

“Why did you let him do that?” Katie shot as we returned back to the fire.

“What else could I do? It’s not like he was going to build us another one.” Danny stopped, ankle deep in a puddle. “Look guys, we’ve lost our tent, the campsite is going to be under water within the hour, and there is no way we’re keeping this fire going. Let’s just go home.”

“No,” I said defiantly.

“Why not?” he asked, lines of anger now showing in his face were disfigured by the torrents of rain separating us.

“I don’t want to miss out on the experience. I mean just because it’s difficult doesn’t mean we have to quit.” Despite the fact that my clothes stuck pasted themselves to my skin in wetness, despite the fact that I was quite positive that I would never be able to be dry again, I was not going to completely abort our cause.

“And where do you intend on sleeping?”

“Do I need to sleep?”

“Seriously. Let’s try to be a little more mature about this.”

“I have a car. I’ll sleep there. You can leave if you want. Have fun getting home.” I knew I was pissing Danny off slightly more than necessary, but it wasn’t without purpose. He eventually gave in to my refusal to agree to leave the premise, but it wasn’t without a bit of bartering. I agreed to shorten the trip and leave the next afternoon.

We stood and watched the fire until it cracked and fizzled into ash. Soaked skin and clothing, we looked like victims stranded from a shipwreck. Finally ready to call it a night, we crawled into my car and attempted an uncomfortable slumber. I didn’t sleep much, and opted to watch the raindrops racing down the windshield in synchronicity with the howling voice of the wind and thunder coupled with the spattering of rain. They were constant, relentless sounds that never ceased, but they were saying something. It was in a language I was not all too familiar with, but I knew it was making sense, and trying to teach me to understand its lingo.

Somewhere around three in the morning, I fell asleep only to wake a few hours later to antsy friends. It took about ten minutes to hastily throw everything sloppily back into my car and speed off to the highway. I felt different, as if I had learned some abstract knowledge, but I couldn’t quite place what it was.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I reached the interstate. I had never been so happy to be away from nature. Though, no sooner had I though this than I realized that never in my life had I truly escaped nature. Nature was omniscient, and completely engulfed every facet of my life since birth. Nature would always surround me, and now my challenge would be to learn how to deal with it.

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A Bus Ride Through Rhetoric
I awake with a start. It is dark all around me as I slowly twist my body out of its contorted pretzel-like position, and sit up straight. I am on a bus, surrounded by many people. They are talking, laughing, arguing, reminiscing—loudly, that is—and I am surprised I fell asleep to begin with. Cautiously, I look to my left, then right, and after seeing no obstacles, lift myself out of my seat and towards the bathroom. Once inside, I stand in a daze and stare at the mirror, willing my hair to flatten into some semblance of organization.
I am fully awake now, but recall no information as to how I got here. “What am I doing on a bus?” I ask myself, struggling to remember all the little details that would add up to my existence on this moving vehicle. Have I been kidnapped? Should I be alarmed? Frantically, I reach into my pockets and discover my cell phone, fifty dollars, and a bus ticket for San Francisco. As I take a deep breath, I remember where I am headed. California. Visiting family. Sandy beaches. Good Drinks.
“I am so dramatic sometimes,” I say, silently chastising myself as I put the contents of my pockets away. What is this- Speed? If that’s the case, I ask myself, where’s Keanu? Laughing, I exit the bathroom, walking back to my seat feeling considerably less burdened.
As I reach my seat, I rustle through my book bag looking for a snack. I haven’t eaten since a quick stop to McDonald’s on the way to the bus station. All of a sudden, an arm reaches in front of my face, and I smell the distinct odor of home-cooked food. I look up, surprised, and see it is an older woman holding a Tupperware container filled with chocolate chip cookies. My mouth practically waters. “Hungry?” the woman says, in a drawl that reminds me of my grandmother. I hesitate, remembering every rule my mother told me as a child: “Don’t take candy from strangers,” and “Never eat anything that you haven’t made,” and of course, my personal favorite, “We live in a perfect world, and don’t need anything that anyone else made.”
“Yes, but I bet she was never this hungry,” I say to myself. I contemplate for about two more seconds, and then eagerly dive into the snack. The woman smiles at me, and in between bites, we exchange pleasantries. Her name is Ramona, and she is from Virginia. “Why are you traveling to California?” I ask, curious as to what makes this retired housewife want to travel across the country. She looks at me with a wondering question on her face, and asks me something that turns my stomach: “California? This bus isn’t headed to California!”
I have lost my appetite, as it seems I have lost my way. “What do you mean, this bus isn’t going to California?!” I shriek, standing up so fast I hit my head on the overhead light. “Child, you’re simply going to have to calm down and enjoy this ride,” the woman replies, and in her eyes, I see more than kindness- I see a feistiness that makes me think this woman clearly enjoys my panic. “I’m supposed to be going to California! That’s where my ticket says I’m going, that’s where I planned going, and that’s where I need to be going! Where are we going?”
“Well, we are not going to Europe,” she vaguely replies, smiling at me as the rest of the bus gathers around us. “What is that supposed to mean?” I retort, my voice getting significantly higher and higher with each unanswered question being ignored. “We are not going to Australia,” a man’s voice jumps into the conversation, startling me with its frankness.
“We are not going to Hawaii!” someone else says, and the crowd begins to laugh and cheer more loudly. “Enough!” I yell, so angry I expect smoke to be coming out of my ears. “I don’t want to know where we are not going- I want to know where we are going!” Ramona joins the conversation again, wisely looking down at me. “Our destination is not important. The journey- your experiences and memories are! We are not going to tell you where we are going; that is something you must figure out.”
Shocked, I turn my head towards the window, pouting at these strangers’ eccentricities. I decide I will find out where I am going my own way, and proceed to take out my cell phone. The words ‘NO SERVICE’ stare back at me, mocking my frustrations and leaving me with no choice. I pull my blanket back over my head, and scream. How did I meet such frustrating people, I wonder? And how am I going to convince them that my way is right? Or at least, I thought, to tell me where in the world we are going. Either way, I am definitely going to need a drink to get through this “adventure.”
All of a sudden, I feel the blanket that was once at my head being pulled somewhat abruptly away. I look next to me, expecting to see Ramona. Instead, I see a young boy, all of fourteen. He looks up at me, smiles, and I feel my frustrations give way. He reminds me of my younger brother, and I find myself having a hard time staying angry.
“What’s your name?” he asks me. I tell him, and he reveals that his name is John. “You’re pretty stressed out right now, aren’t you,” John says, with a twinkle in his eye that is vaguely familiar to me. I smile wryly back at him, willing myself to be angry but only feeling amused. “I wouldn’t be this upset if I hadn’t spent so much time planning out this trip,” I reply. “I have spent the past three months getting ready for this. I carefully saved my money to pay the exact bus fare, packed one suitcase, and took time off from work. I even packed extra clothes for possible rain, snow, sleet, or hail. I was fully prepared and confident this trip would be perfect, timed to the minute with exact bathroom breaks and rest stops. I’m sure you understand.”
John looks up at me, and laughs quietly. “I haven’t heard of anyone being so fully prepared for a vacation in my entire life! How are you always so organized?” This, I can answer easily. “Simple,” I say, glad for something that I can explain. “Everything in life stays the same. My trip is mapped out in exact detail, because this is just how things are. There is no room for detours, ‘special’ journeys, and I don’t believe in hypothetical situations. A trip is a trip is a trip, I say.”
“Oh, so you’re one of those people,” John says. “What are you talking about?” Embarrassed, I turn my head and start looking in my book bag for my itinerary. “You’re a Serious person!” He smiles, and continues talking, cutting me off before I get the change to respond to his outrageous claims. “And before you even ask, a Serious person does not believe in change. Everything that you just said assures me that you are a Serious person.” He reaches for his backpack, and retrieves a notebook and pen. “And that’s okay,” he continues. “Serious people are people too!”
Absolutely no way this kid is fourteen, I thought. “Just because I don’t like change doesn’t make me a serious person,” I said. “I like to have plenty of fun! I wouldn’t exactly call you a mind reader for guessing that I don’t like change, because I certainly haven’t been acting like I enjoy this experience!”
John laughs out loud this time, clearly at my expense. “No, I’m not John Edwards and I am not a mind reader, you are correct. In terms of what serious means, I mean serious with a capital ‘S’. As in Serious and Rhetorical?” I have no idea what this kid is talking about- he could be speaking Japanese for all I know. So I decide to do what I do best when I’m uncomfortable- deflect and change the subject.
“Where are your parents, John?” I ask, wondering what kind of parent would let their child sit by themselves on a bus. “Where are you traveling to?” I’ve been shutting out the background noise of people talking, but all of a sudden the bus gets quiet, and I hear a familiar woman’s teasing voice: “John’s with me, and if you think he’s going to tell you where we’re going, you’re wrong!” Laughter ensues, and while I’m getting used to this, I’m still as annoyed as I was to begin with. I look over the seat, and it is Ramona who is the ringleader. I look back at John, and am reminded why the twinkle in his eye looked so familiar: it’s because I saw it in Ramona when I first woke up, not so long ago!
This is turning into an episode of The Twilight Zone, I think. John playfully punches me in the arm, and I awake from my realization. “So, would you rather continue to get made fun of by the peanut gallery, or keep talking?” I weigh my options, and quickly decide: anything, but the peanuts.
“So tell me more about this Serious and Rhetoric thing,” I ask, genuinely interested, not for lack of entertainment but talking with John is working to ease my nerves. John begins: “Well I know I sound like an expert, but all that I know is from my grandmother, who learned it from her grandmother, and from her grandmother, and so on. I’m a Rhetorical person- I see the world as continually changing and moving, with nothing being the same things twice.”
“Is that like the glass being half empty or half full?” I ask in confusion. “Not necessarily,” John says. “Being a Serious person or Rhetorical person is not about whose right or wrong. They’re just two different sides to a story. Take now, for example. You don’t know where you’re going, and that’s driving you crazy. But if you would just take a step back and see that it’s not just about the destination, but rather how you got there, you’d begin to understand and think more like a Rhetorical person.”
“I just don’t understand how you can be so nonchalant about this,” I say. “Who cares how we got there? I just want to get to California.”
“Think of the big picture,” John carefully responds with more patience than most of my professors from my undergraduate years. “Take me, for example. This morning, my grandmother woke me up and said we were going on a trip. Did she tell me where we were going? No. She just told me to pack a suitcase, and we were going to see what life had to offer us. My grandmother didn’t know where we were going, she just decided to let someone else do the driving and enjoy the ride. All of these people on this bus? We didn’t know any of them before this morning, and now, it’s almost like we’re family. Some are on here through business, some are running away, but some are also running towards something. We all are able to change our minds at any moment, and when that happens, we’re prepared to change our game plans about this journey.”
I sit, silent and stunned. It seems to be only five minutes, but eventually I look at my watch and see that time has elapsed over an hour. I feel a hand touch my shoulder. Unflinching, I look up, and see Ramona smiling down at me. “John fell asleep half an hour ago,” she said. “Would you like to come join us in the front of the bus for a card game?”
I look up at Ramona, and really smile for the first time on this entire trip. “You taught John about Rhetorical and Serious thought at age fourteen?” I ask, in awe of this patient woman. “What made you want to tell him about this?” I am beginning to understand, but still feel conflicted.
“I wake to sleep and take my waking slow,” she says, and I know that quote from somewhere. “I used to believe in the beginning part of that,” I say. “I find my way by going where I have to go.”
“There’s no right or wrong thought, dear,” Ramona says, and I legitimately believe her. “Rhetoric thought is not made so people cannot understand it. Both Rhetoric and Serious people interact simultaneously. Think about it: if you were completely a Serious thought person, you would be unable to sit on this bus not knowing where you are going. You’d have broken a window and jumped off, and while that might not be the smartest thing to do, you would have been in control. And if I was completely a Rhetorical person, I would have gone on this journey without any prior knowledge. When in fact, I am able to be here with John because while I don’t know that our outcome will be filled with positive things, I know in the past, our journeys have been for the most part pleasant. I am relying on some sense of experience.”
Finally, I get it. “I don’t think I’m turning into a Rhetorical person,” I say. “But I think I’m beginning to understand where you are coming from.”
I hear loud cheering from the front of the bus, and Ramona turns and asks me if I still want to join her. “Sure, why not,” I happily agree. “I’m going to learn to enjoy this journey, no matter where it takes me. I suppose, though, it’s going to take me awhile, so I hope you’re patient with me!”
“I’ll be here with you as long as necessary,” Ramona says. “However, you’re going to have to figure out what it means for yourself. While the basic principles can be passed down from generations—like I did with John—the actual process of Rhetoric is something that once learned, must be practiced or you will fall out of habit.”
“So you won’t tell me where we are going, you won’t tell me exactly what Rhetoric is…is there anything you are going to tell me?”
“I can tell you that my new friends up there are going to be upset with us if we procrastinate any longer,” Ramona chides. As I hurry to join the rowdy crowd in the front seat, I laugh out loud. My friends are never going to believe this story!

The Wizard of Rhetoric

Like every morning, Dorothy awoke with a jolt as her alarm buzzed. Wide awake, she went downstairs to her mother placing the usual breakfast of Egg McMuffins on the table. Dorothy sighed as she was sick of always having to eat fast food. Her choices of breakfast were limited to putting ham, sausage, or bacon on her mystery sandwich that was provided by such fine establishments such as Taco Hell, Booger King, or McWrongald’s.
Here in the state of Blandsas, the people never change. Blandsas is like a dictionary; people are defined in a few sentences and labeled according to which stereotype they belong to.
The judge of Dorothy’s town was Judge Mulch who prosecuted anyone, yes, anyone that did not follow the law, no matter the circumstance. In fact, the reason Dorothy’s town is so small is because most of the population is in jail. In a fit of misbehavior, Dorothy’s puppy, P-Dog, peed on the judge’s bushes. Judge Mulch ordered P-Dog to be euthanized. Dorothy pleaded with the judge. She argued that he is a creature of behavior, not action, and cannot be held responsible for what he did in saying, “He is the best P-Dog he can be”. Judge Mulch refused to listen and gave out the sentence. In Dorothy’s hysteria she grabbed P-Dog and ran home to her aunt and uncle as storm clouds began to form a gray ceiling above her. She begged them to help her but they calmly stated that it was the law and that is what must be followed.
Just then a tornado ripped through the town, leaving Dorothy in a daze as the rest of her family ran into the storm cellar. She looked out her window and saw that the cyclone had picked up her house. She gazed as the townspeople, along with Judge Mulch riding by on her bicycle, floated by. Suddenly the judge transformed into a witch on a broomstick and began to cackle at Dorothy. Moments later the twister dropped the house, Dorothy, and P-Dog over the rainbow and into Rhetoric Land.
Dorothy and P-Dog stepped out of their black and white house and into a colorful world full of little people. In a cloud of glittery dust, a person in a beautiful pink dress appeared before them.
“My name is John Ramage” he said, “I am the Rhetoric Witch of the North.”
He pointed to a pair of legs underneath where Dorothy’s house had landed and told her that she had just killed the Serious Witch of the East. Suddenly, the Munchkins surround them and began to thank them. Seeing Dorothy’s confusion, Ramage told her she was in Munchkinland and that the oppressive Serious Witch of the East had been torturing them for years. He then pointed to the ruby slippers on the Serious Witch’s feet and told Dorothy to put them on. Immediately after doing so, The Serious Witch of the West appeared in a blaze of fire and smoke. She tried to hurt Dorothy, but because of the ruby slippers, she was not able to harm her. When The Serious Witch realized this, she disappeared while cackling, “I’ll get you and you’re little P-Dog too!”
Ramage told Dorothy that she was in Rhetoric Land where everything is not exactly as it seems and things are known in terms of another. Their arch enemy is the Serious Witch of the West, whose closed mind hates rhetoric and all those that practice it. She always tries to suppress the people and when they do not follow her laws, she locks them up.
“Yea that’s great and all, but now how do I get home?” said Dorothy.
Ramage replied oh so poetically, “Just follow the yellow brick road and you will find your way by going where you have to go.”
“Oh, you ass! What does that mean? Just tell me how to get there! This isn’t fair! A guide a supposed to tell me where to go, not let me get lost and find out on my own!” Dorothy said.
After much rambling from Ramage, Dorothy gave up listening and her and P-Dog began to follow the yellow brick road. She came to a crossroads and saw a Scarecrow pointing in one direction. Dorothy assumed it was a sign, and since she didn’t get any help from that stupid Ramage, she thought she might as well go for it. When she began to walk, the Scarecrow switched arms and pointed to another direction. Frustrated, Dorothy sighed, stomped her foot, and began walking the other way. Once again the Scarecrow changed, but was now pointing in two directions.
Dorothy blurted, “Well are you gonna point me in the right direction or not! Or are you just like that Ramage turd in the pink dress?”
“Oh, I wish!” the Scarecrow said.
He apologized; he didn’t know which way to go. The two then struck up a conversation. The Scarecrow informed Dorothy that he could not think for himself. Everything he knew were laws and ways of thinking that had been forced upon him. He was searching for a mind of his own. Dorothy explained her situation and said that he might have luck going with her to see the Wizard of Rhetoric. The two linked arms, chose a path, and began skipping along their way.
After much happy go-lucky skipping, they both began to get sick to their stomachs from all the cliche happiness and decided to take a rest in the shade. Dorothy leaned up against what she thought was a tree. To her surprise, what she was leaning on fell and let out a muffled “Ow!” Lying on the ground was a motionless Tin Man.
“The poor thing!” said Dorothy, “He cannot act and can barely speak. How can he have an identity?”
P-Dog began to tug on an oil can on the Tin Man’s belt. Dorothy squirted him with it as he began to move.
“Thank you dear. Thank you oh so much!” said the Tin Man, “I’ve been stuck like that for a week now with no company but these malicious apple trees!”
“How can an apple tree be malicious?” said Dorothy.
“They have been making fun of me the whole time.” rebuked the Tin Man, “Although they began to get creative and made some interesting comments, like, ‘If a Tin Man were to fall in the woods with no one around to hear, would he make a sound?’”
“Well if no one were around to hear you fall, don’t you think that since they are asking that question that they do, in fact, know you have fallen?” philosophized Dorothy.
“You are smart my darling, and passionate about your rhetoric too!” said the Tin Man, “I wish I had a heart like yours. Sadly, I am without one.”
Dorothy replied that she still was not yet sure about what rhetoric even was but invited the Tin Man to join her, P-Dog, and the Scarecrow on their journey. The Tin Man accepted, and once again everyone skipped their little hearts out down the yellow brick road.
On a pit stop to oil the Tin Man again, a Lion emerged from the woods and began growling at the gang. However, they were not about to just stand around and be harassed, so the three of them fought back. The Lion begged for them to stop. He was nothing but a Cowardly Lion as he explained to them that people aren’t always who they seem.
“I’m just caught up living out my stereotype.” wept the Cowardly Lion, “I wish I had the courage to overcome it and find my own identity.”
Dorothy invited him on their journey, and with great excitement, the Cowardly Lion agreed. The four growing rhetoricians skipped on with a song on their lips and P-Dog struggling to keep up by their side.
Suddenly, the Serious Witch of the West appeared with her gang of Harley Men and captured Dorothy and P-Dog and took them back to her courtroom. The Witch tied Dorothy up and tried to take off the ruby slippers. As she grabbed them, she was electrocuted. The Witch realized she could not touch the ruby slippers as long as Dorothy was alive. As the Witch was pondering a plan, Dorothy yells for P-Dog to run for help. In the Serious Witch’s rage, she cast a spell on Dorothy and told her that when the hourglass ran out she would be dead. Soon after she left, P-Dog ran in with the Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Cowardly Lion. They untied Dorothy and broke the hourglass, thus breaking the spell. In their flee from the castle, The Serious Witch sent the Harley Men after them. The Hell’s Angels wannabes circled the group on their Harley Davidson motorcycles. Dorothy could tell that something just was not right. She stopped the leader of the gang.
“This isn’t who you really are is it?” questioned Dorothy.
“What do you mean? I am a bad ass riding a dangerous vehicle.” yelled the Harley Man, “Who else would I be?”
“Just because you ride a motorcycle doesn’t mean that you are a stereotypical biker.” said Dorothy, “You just need to find your own identity.”
After a little convincing, Dorothy, Scarecrow, Tin man, and the Cowardly Lion all persuaded the Harley Men to take a look at themselves and think about their identity. Just like that, the Serious Witch’s spell on the Harley Men was broken. They wanted revenge, so they went back to the castle and took care of the Witch. After a little while, the group leader came back out and graciously gave Dorothy the Witch’s mallet and said goodbye.
Tired, but relieved that the Serious Witch was gone, Dorothy and her friends felt there was nothing better to do than to move along down the yellow brick road. Only this time, there was no skipping because they were ready to be done with rhetoric. Once again, in a puff of glittery dust, Ramage in his pretty pink attire appeared. This time Dorothy was ready to let him have it, but before she could say anything, Ramage told her she had succeeded.
“What? How could I be done? I haven’t even met the Wizard of Rhetoric yet!” screamed Dorothy.
“Oh, yea. Sorry, that is just a little bit of my humor. Not many people understand it. I am actually the Wizard of Rhetoric.”
“I hate you.” grumbled Dorothy.
“Now, now Dorothy, before you get upset, take a look back at what you and you’re friends have learned.” said Ramage, proudly.
“I hate to admit it but you are right.” Dorothy whispered almost inaudibly, “So, um, thanks.”
“I’m sorry what was that? I didn’t hear you.” said a pompous Ramage.
“I said thanks!” Dorothy said, making it almost all one word.
“You’re welcome, Dorothy.”
“Now will you tell me how to get home?” Dorothy said impatiently
Ramage explained that this was also a little more of his “humor”and the whole time all she had to do was click her heels and she would be back home. After Dorothy cursed at Ramage for a good half hour, she reluctantly said goodbye to her new friends with tears in her eyes. She then grabbed P-Dog, clicked her heels, and went home. She awoke in her bed. After making sure that everything was back to normal, she looked at P-Dog and said, “I am going to change this world of ours.”

Ramage in a Bottle-Final Draft

As a forewarning, I was on cold medicane for some of this. I apologize for any grammtical /spelling errors I missed. And my half-ass ending. My bad.
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It was cold and rainy again. I couldn’t believe my luck, or rather my lack thereof. I held my folder over my head and quickened my pace as the heavy sheet of rain fell fast and furious below dark clouds. Puddles filled the potholes of Main Street as I desperately sought a way to end this miserable day with some cheer.
Another disheartening class in Advanced Composition left me weary, frustrated and really pissed off. Or to be more precise, the subject of Rhetoric was pissing me off. I grumbled and mumbled a few, choice swear words as I passed some of the shops. Nothing was catching my attention so that I may rectify this already horrible day. The storm was beginning to turn brutal as the wind began to pick up, chilling my bones. Giving up my sulking binge, I made a dash for the next open store.
I found myself in one of Kutztown’s many antique shops, shivering in the doorway. A few wizened patrons glanced over at me, perhaps surprised to see a person under fifty in the store. I gave the storekeeper a shaky smile and with nothing better to do, I decided to glance around.
The aisles were cramped with all sorts of mish-mash dating back to who knows when. A faint odor that reminded me of my grandma’s sofa wafted up into my nose. I sniffed a little, the thin layer of dust of the shelves making my eyes water and my throat tickle. I felt the sneeze coming but I wasn’t prepared for it. With a loud “ACHOO” I stumbled backwards and bumped hard into a wooden table cluttered with strange looking lamps. My hand accidentally brushed up against an odd, large, purple desk lamp. And that’s when my hopes of this day turning for the better were immediately vanquished.
Instantly, my surroundings vanished in the mist of an annoyingly bright light emitted from the bulb of the purple lamp. From the glow, a figure emerged slowly forming the body of a purple, balding, pot-bellied man. He wore silver bands on his wrists and a where his torso ended, a long trail of violet remained attached to the bulb of the lamp.
I studied him in awe. He yawned, stretched his back lazily and glanced around until his black beady eyes rested on me. He suddenly grinned toothily at me and sucked in his beer belly.
In a loud, somewhat nasally voice he exclaimed, “I am Ramage, the great Rhetoric Genie! I know all there is to know about Rhetoric! Which could very well mean I know nothing at all! I shall grant you three wishes concerning rhetoric! My only rule is that you cannot wish to know EVERYTHING about rhetoric at once. So my dear, your wish is my command! Muhahaha!”
As he floated there, grinning at me, the only thing I could do was just blink a few times and step a few inches back. “I, um, don’t uh, know…” I trailed off, desperately looking around for any of the other customers in the store. I saw no one. The genie remained, awaiting my answer. I sighed.
“I suppose it couldn’t hurt since I’m pretty confused about it anyway.” I managed a small smile.
“That’s the spirit!” The violet apparition slapped me heartily on the back. “What shall be your first wish my dear?”
I thought about it for a moment, trying to recall the murky memories of this morning’s class. I made my decision and took a deep breath. I said, “I wish I knew what rhetoric is.”
“Your wish is my command.”
With a mischievous look in his eye, the genie snapped his fingers at once and the store room became a gray haze. I heard a sinister laugh echo in my confusion. I fumbled around in a panic and fell flat on my ass. Son of a bitch, I thought as I rubbed a hand over my butt. Then I looked around. Fuck. I was so not in Kutztown anymore.
A deserted wasteland would have been a perfect definition for where I was, except it wasn’t completely empty; not in the least. Strewn about on the endless dry earth were bits and pieces of what looked like motorcycle parts, rusty and covered in grime. Elastic fat-burning belts that I had seen on the late night TV commercials were mixed in, some still faintly buzzing. I looked up and saw the sky was a frightening shade of dark gray. In the midst of the badlands, a lonely toll booth stood. The bright white of the small shack contrasted sharply to bleakness around it.
Sifting my way through the endless amounts of garbage, I made my way over toward the tollbooth. The moment I got to the window, a flash of bright purple emerged from it. Startled, I nearly fell again.
“Welcome to the wonderful, wacky, weird world of Rhetoric!” my smoky guide announced in his nasally voice. I raised my eyebrows around at the dump around me.
“This isn’t exactly what I wished for, or expected.” I said skeptically.
“Well of course, that’s the way it works!”
“What works?”
“Rhetoric! Nothing is as it seems. Finding out is half the fun!”
“What are you, Gandhi or something? I distinctly remember asking you WHAT rhetoric IS. And where’s the gatekeeper for this tollbooth anyway? You can’t possibly be it.”
The genie laughed, making his massive beer belly jiggle. “Silly, there is no gatekeeper in Rhetoric World!”
“Well if there is no gatekeeper, who regulates any traffic that might come? Although it looks like a few motorcycles already tried…” I said, grimacing slightly at the broken bikes.
Ramage the Rhetoric Genie just simply laughed again and tapped me on the nose as if I was a child. I rubbed my nose and glared at him. “This is not what I wished for you idiot. I wanted to know what Rhetoric is, not what it isn’t!”
“Sorry, no refunds. All righty then, would you like to try and make another wish?”
“I don’t suppose I have choice,” I replied, annoyed at ridiculousness of the situation. I thought about a way to get around this but since he was simply a Rhetoric Genie and not my childhood Robin Williams blue god of humor and magic, I had to make due with another wish about Rhetoric.
“All right fine. I wish that I could meet a rhetorical person and a serious person so I’d know the difference.”
Once again that ominous gleam came into his eyes as he said, “Your wish is my command.”
The haze came upon me again, blinding and suffocating. I groped my way as the ringing of the genie’s evil laughter filled my head. I shut my eyes tight, hoping it would be over soon.
When I finally opened my eyes again, I realized I was lying down on my back. I sat up quickly and brushed off some of the dust from the wasteland that had clung to my clothes. I took a look at my surroundings.
I was in a completely different environment. Lush, green plants hovered close to one another has trees loomed up tall and straight, covering the sky with their leafy branches. The soil beneath me was rich and dark with bright green grass growing over it. Feel a bit more comfortable in this area than then previous one, I stood up and began to walk around.
As I walked, I noticed not one sound, making the forest seem eerie and oddly empty. Further on, I came upon a crystal clear river. Realizing I was extremely thirsty, I started to dip my hands in the river when I heard a loud clang! from behind me. I made some sort of a pathetic squeal as I toppled over into the cold water. Resurfacing, I saw two men with swords dueling. You’ve got to freaking be kidding me. Did I just land in some bad version of The Count of Monte Cristo? As I watched the fight progress, they began shouting various spurts that I vaguely sound familiar. Like I had read the in a book or something…
“Nothing can exist you fool!” the man wearing a red garment bellowed, lunging forward with his sword. The other man, dressed in blue, parried him perfectly and in a calmer, more sedated tone said, “I find that hard to believe while we in the midst of existence as we speak, or rather, duel.”
A bit bemused by their antics I cleared my throat at this moment of silence to make my presence known. Startled, they blinked when they saw me floating quietly in the slow current of the river. Forgetting their disagreement, they swiftly helped me out of the water. I thanked them, and then inquired as to why they were dueling over such a thing as existence.
“Well,” the man in red said, “I don’t really know.”
“Neither do I really,” said the man in blue.
“Well that’s silly. Man that river was cold, a lot colder than then one I used to swim in all the time when my family went camping.”
“What do you mean?” the main in red inquired, raising an eyebrow. “When you step in a river, you step in them all.”
“That’s ridiculous,” the main in blue snorted. “You can never step in the same river twice. It’s always changing always moving, shifting.”
“You want to take this outside?” the other man dared.
“We ARE outside, you fool!”
“You both sound ridiculous. You should be arguing over something that is more important like the pollution that’s going into the rivers, and global warming or…” I trailed off as they weren’t even paying attention. They had started fighting again and this time I didn’t want to be in the way of their anger. So I took off and left them to their idiotic ways.
No sooner then I was a few yards away from the two men did my old friend Ramage the Rhetoric Genie appear. Smiling toothily at me again he asked how I enjoyed my second wish.
“You are a complete madman! None of this is helping me learn anything about rhetoric!”
“Maybe you should wish me free with your last one, and then you’ll be done with all this nonsense,” he replied slyly.
“And let someone else be forced to deal with you? You’re making my life miserable just chained to that lamp. I’d hate to think what you could do to a person when you’re free. The answer is no.”
“Fine then my dear, what will your last and final wish be?”
I was afraid to even think about my last wish, considering how frustrating and painfully ridiculous the other ones had turned out to be. I contemplated, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. The genie yawned lazily.
“I’ve got it.”
“Okay, what is it?”
“I wish for a world that has no rhetoric,” I smiled smugly, thinking I had him beat now.
“Your wish,” he said, his grin wider than ever, “is my command”. And he snapped his fingers.
And with that, another haze came and took me again. This time the pressure squeezed my insides until there felt like there was nothing left. My head felt like it was going to explode and my lungs seemed to fold into themselves. All the while the maniacal laughter of the purple demon was raised to a deafening volume that I shut my eyes and covered my ears with my hands.
When the horrible ordeal was all over, I was afraid to open my eyes. I swear to God if I am in a loony bin after all of this, I will hunt that violet devil down and kick his sorry, fat ass. I peeked through my eyelashes. I saw the ceiling of the antique store above me. I stood up shaking myself a little and laughing. I turned around quickly, thinking it all to be just a sleep-deprived nightmare. Realizing I had turned around fast I braced myself for the fall of some random ancient artifact. But there was no clang, or slash, or crash. There was nothing.
I looked around. There was nothing in the shop. In fact, it could hardly be called a shop. It was just a room. I ran outside and opened the…there was no door? What is the point of a room if there is no door?
Outside there should have been cars, streetlamps a sky, anything. But there was nothing. Nothing, but a colorless void of doom.
And then I heard the laughter and the nasally voice: “Who’s the idiot now? Nothing can exist without rhetoric! Nothing would have ever existed without it. Don’t you wish you would have set me free now?”
And with that, I blankly just looked at the emptiness around me.
“Fuck.”

I'm not going down the rabbit hole...again

One day, after a rigorous schedule of classes, I decided that taking a nap would be quite lovely. And after some time of thinking about what I had to do tomorrow, I drifted off into a dream. I fell into the meadow where Alice herself had dreamt, at the entrance to Wonderland, or what I like to call, the land of pure rhetoric.
There the rabbit was, late as always, a vision from Parmenides himself. He ran by me, saying "I’m late, I’m late!" and ran down his rabbit hole. Well I saw that movie, and I was not crawling through that hole.
So I looked around in the bushes, and there were a pair of stairs. Most people would go, "Hmm...where do those stairs go?" But this was my dream, so I knew these stairs led to Rhetoricland. Although, the last time I went down stairs, I ended up in a Laundromat. I don’t know why I went there...I don’t think it ended well.
Down the stairs I went, the light around me slowly disappearing. At the bottom, there was enough light to see, but no direct light source. Where was no path, but I started walking in the direction away from the stairs. When I looked back toward the stairs, they seemed strangely off to the left...
"Yoohoo, over here." Oh great, the Cheshire cat. If anything, he must be related to a sphinx; riddles, riddles, riddles. "What is lost, and can’t be found, is too strict, quoted too quick, and makes no sound...?" I don’t know, your sanity?" I answered. "Hehe, silly girl. I never had sanity to begin with. The answer was logic." "Hmm...somehow that doesn’t make sense," I thought aloud. "It never does," he said, as he smiled back.
"Well, if that’s all, I suppose I should be going..." I told him. "Aren’t you going to ask me for directions?" he asked. "What good are directions in a place that is constantly changing? I’ll end up wherever I’m going to go. I suppose that is how one finds her way in this place. Besides, parts of this place seem familiar. I think I’ve been here before." "Well, I wouldn’t be surprised. Everybody ends up here at some point," the cat mused.
So I left him at the tree, and went on my way. I had a feeling I would run into him again. I just walked in a random direction, because picking a direction could mean walking in circles. As I walked I looked above me, and noticed some smoke in the distance. Within 5 minutes it was right behind a bunch of bushes. I waited a moment, wondering who it could be, and heard a male voice musing to himself.
I pushed through, and there he was, the butterfly. He didn’t seem to notice me, so I made a small cough and then asked, "Weren’t you a caterpillar before?" He let out a puff smoke. "Yes, I suppose I was, wasn’t I? But things change my dear." "She made you angry, didn’t she, sir?" "Hmmmm?" "Alice. She said something that made you quite angry." "Yes, if I recall correctly. She wasn’t understanding what I said. I was once seen as a calm, collective type. But nobody is really as they seem. It’s a shame really. I liked being a caterpillar, but there are advantages to the rapidness of flight."
"You’re right about that Mr. Butterfly. Sometimes I don’t know who I am myself. People tell me all the time what I should be, or what I could be...but never really who I am. If I can’t figure it out myself, I guess noone else can." "I believe you are on the right track, young lady. Perhaps you should wander around some more." "I will, thank you." I watched as he flew off into the air, without a goodbye. And then I wandered off into the woods again.
Most of this place was pretty silent, but I soon came upon a very noisy scene indeed. It sounded like....the steam escaping from teapots. The place of that nutty mad hatter. I think I could have a more reasonable conversation with the mouse. Or maybe it was a rat. Either way he spoke in complete poetry, and even that didn’t make sense. So I’m sure that will give you an idea about the hatter. I’m not going to go into great detail about our conversation. It was mostly switching places and yelling random things out when we felt like it. But the tea was very good, and the seats were quite comfy, even despite the many tramplings I endured.
I also remember them arguing over ridiculous things, like which type of tea had the best taste, and which teapot was most beautiful. Of course, no things as color or taste could ever come to a logical conclusion. It will always be an opinion. I think they knew that, but I also think they had fun in fighting over it. Either way, it was too much commotion for me, and I continued on.
It was about the time that I should be running into the queen. Sure enough, there were many guards around. I have to admit, she was the least rhetorical person in the place. But that didn’t give her any more sanity. At least most rhetoric has a sense of sides, something to base an argument on. But one moment you could be best friends, and the next "off with her head!"
Seeing as how I had met her before, the guards didn’t give me much trouble. Any intelligence they have must be based on luck. I’m surprised they did recognize me, because I doubt I looked the same as the last time. But there she was at the end of the long wall, in the same dress as before, with that simpering smile.
"Well dear, it seems you have come back yet again. Would you like to play some croquet?" "I’m sorry your majesty, but I seem to have lost track of the time. I dawdled in other places too long before finding my way here. Perhaps another time?" "Another time, another time, always another time!" she ranted. "If it wasn’t for the fact that I find you a fine croquet player I’d-" "I know, I know, ‘off with her head!’" I said, giggling. "You’ve got me down to a tee. A little courtesy never hurt anyone, now did it?"
"Now my only question is, how do I get back to the woods from here?" "Just take any path you like," she told me. "One is the same as the next in this place." "Thank you again, your majesty. I promise next time I will have more time for croquet." "I hope that is a promise my dear. It has been a while since I had such a game as when I played you last." "I promise," I answered, and followed the closest path back out of the castle.
Unfortunately, at this point, I always forget how to wake up. And since I didn’t know what to do, I was more lost than when I didn’t know where to go. "I’m back." Yes, again, it was the Cheshire cat. I remembered talking to him at other times before, and right after that, I would wake up. "So, striped cat. Can you remind me how to leave this place?" "Of course! It’s quite simple. You have to digest what you have learned." "Digest? But I already understand what happened." "No, no, silly. Digest, literally of course!"
"Oh....that’s right." It was then that I took a moment to look at my hands. And then I sniffed my right hand. It smelled faintly of cinnamon buns. I then licked my finger, and that’s exactly what it tasted like. I started eating my hand. "Mmm...I’m quite tasty," I commented. "You can make things seem like whatever you want here," the cat answered. "I believe last time you favored oatmeal honey bread with a touch of butter. My you humans are silly. Always thinking of bread when eating yourselves. I prefer grape jelly myself."
I continued to eat myself; my feet, legs, body, hands, arms, and finally all that was left was my lips, which I licked away with my tongue, until I had disappeared from the land of rhetoric, and woke up in my own bed. And you people think you have weird dreams. That makes me laugh.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

The Man of My Dreams

Lately, a faceless man has been appearing in my dreams. Sometimes it seems like he’s trying to convince me that I’m not capable of making any changes, but it's hard to tell what he's really saying most of the time. He tries to speak in riddles a lot and usually just sounds like an idiot. He’s always wearing this silly little black cape, as if he’s some sort of magician, and I think the rest of his clothing is something like rich purple velvet. I’ll try to pay attention the next time I see him. I can never recall his face in the morning, probably because I’m always too busy paying attention to his hair, which is hard to look away from. It’s huge and blonde and it’s got streaks of blue in it.

The first time we met, I was frolicking along a hillside with a bunch of small fluffy rabbits and my cat, Dante, who was of course chasing the rabbits, when I saw the man sitting at a stone table. I almost skipped by at first, chuckling, because the scene reminded me of the face-off between Vicinni and Wesley in The Princess Bride. But I stopped short when I realized that not only was there no Princess Buttercup, this man was not Vicinni. Vicinni did not wear a silly little black cape. I’m pretty sure he did wear velvet, though.

I smiled at the man and said hello. He stared at me.

“Uh… are you gonna say anything?” I asked.

When he didn’t answer, I shrugged and started climbing down the hillside toward a thick forest.

“You’ll find your way by going where you have to go!” he called after me.

I whipped around and looked at him. He was staring at the clouds in the distance, smiling, and stroking his hairless chin as if there were any hair to stroke. Alright, freak, I thought, and continued on toward the forest.

The next day was ordinary. I forgot entirely about the man in my previous night’s dream, and made Spanish pork chops for dinner. I hate when Mike uses ketchup on my pork chops. I did my homework, had a glass of vino tinto, and made plans with Mike to go to bed two hours earlier than we will ever get to bed (as is customary). Bedtime, like the rest of the day, was normal. I changed into nightclothes, I took my pills, I found my cat, and I turned on my nightlight. And then, of course, I got up because I forgot to set my alarm clock. Or something. An hour or two later, I was asleep.

Dreams came easy that night. I don’t usually have nightmares. Once, I had a nightmare about Timmy the Tooth. That son of a bitch terrified me until I was thirteen or so, and in my nightmare he was hovering outside of my window, banging on it, and demanding entrance. I, of course, refused. I haven’t been able to sleep near a window since. Ordinarily, though, my dreams are pretty bland. I dream about things like being Mario or going on dates with my boyfriend or playing with my cat. Exciting!

Being Mario is pretty exciting, actually.

After some dreaming, I was flushed down one of Mario’s pipes onto my back (which didn’t hurt, of course). I was lying on grass. I stood up and found myself back on the hillside where I had been playing with rabbi