Some say you’re nevÂer too old to learn someÂthing new. OthÂers say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Well, you know where we come down on this. And we’ve got some celebriÂty case studÂies to back us up. In a blog post yesÂterÂday, The New York Times feaÂtured four culÂturÂal icons and one war hero who learned new skills latÂer in life. Miles Davis startÂed boxÂing when most boxÂers are hangÂing up their gloves. Ayn Rand, in her 60s, improbÂaÂbly took up the hobÂby of stamp colÂlectÂing. Marie Curie learned to swim in her 50s. And the great novÂelÂist Leo TolÂstoy took his first bike ride at the age of 67. The Times writes that he startÂed cycling:
only a month after the death of his 7‑year-old son, VanichÂka. He was still grievÂing, and the Moscow SociÂety of VelociÂpede-Lovers proÂvidÂed him a free bike and instrucÂtion along the garÂden paths on his estate. He became a devoÂtee, takÂing rides after his mornÂing chores. “Count Leo TolÂstoy … now rides the wheel,” declared SciÂenÂtifÂic AmerÂiÂcan in 1896, “much to the astonÂishÂment of the peasÂants on his estate.”
ApparÂentÂly that’s TolÂstoy and his bike above.
Charles BukowsÂki, “Hank” to his friends, was once called the “best poet in AmerÂiÂca” by kinÂdred spirÂit Jean Genet. He was a writer who told the truth, when he wasn’t lying, and who could tell a great stoÂry, whether sober or drunk. BukowsÂki once told Sean Penn in a 1987 InterÂview magÂaÂzine piece: “AlcoÂhol is probÂaÂbly one of the greatÂest things to arrive upon the earth — alongÂside of me. Yes…these are two of the greatÂest arrivals upon the surÂface of the earth. So…we get along.” This stateÂment encapÂsuÂlates the qualÂiÂties BukowsÂki is best known for—lifelong heavy drinkÂing and bravaÂdo. They tend to go hand in hand, espeÂcialÂly in novÂelÂists of his genÂerÂaÂtion. But what made him a poet was anothÂer qualÂiÂty the booze helped him cope with, his tenÂdenÂcy to be “a shy, withÂdrawn perÂson,” an almost tenÂder perÂson, and humane in his own low-rent way. In the video above, he tells the stoÂry of his worst hangÂover ever. I’ll let him tell it. There’s no way a paraÂphrase could come close to Bukowski’s own voice.
Josh Jones is a docÂtorÂal canÂdiÂdate in EngÂlish at FordÂham UniÂverÂsiÂty and a co-founder and forÂmer manÂagÂing ediÂtor of GuerÂniÂca / A MagÂaÂzine of Arts and PolÂiÂtics.
JohnÂny Cash wrote down at least two lists in his lifeÂtime. Let’s start with the big one. In 1973, when his daughÂter Roseanne turned 18, the legÂendary musiÂcian pulled out a sheet of yelÂlow legal paper and began writÂing down 100 EssenÂtial CounÂtry Songs, the songs she needÂed to know if she wantÂed to start her own musiÂcal career. The list, writes the webÂsite FolkÂWorks, didÂn’t conÂstrue counÂtry music narÂrowÂly. It was eclecÂtic, takÂing in old folk songs, AppalachiÂan balÂlads, and also protest songs, earÂly counÂtry clasÂsics, and modÂern folks songs sung by artists like Bob Dylan. (Don’t miss our post on Dylan and Cash’s 1969 colÂlabÂoÂraÂtion here.) This essenÂtial list nevÂer went pubÂlic, at least not in full. Roseanne Cash guardÂed it closeÂly until 2009, when she released an albumfeaÂturÂing interÂpreÂtaÂtions of 12 titles from her father’s list. The othÂer 88 songs still remain a mysÂtery.
Now on to that othÂer list: SomeÂwhere along the way (we’re not sure when) The Man in Black jotÂted down 10 “Things to Do Today!” This list feels almost like someÂthing you and I could have writÂten, the stuff of morÂtals. Heck, in a givÂen day, we all “Cough,” “Eat” and “Pee.” We strugÂgle with will powÂer (not eatÂing too much, perÂhaps not smokÂing, maybe not foolÂing around with anyÂone but our spouse). And we’re hopeÂfulÂly good to our loved ones. So what sets JohnÂny Cash apart from us? Just June and that piano.
JohnÂny’s to-do list sold at aucÂtion for $6,250 in 2010.
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Kurt VonÂnegut nevÂer did things the conÂvenÂtionÂal way. He didÂn’t write parÂticÂuÂlarÂly conÂvenÂtionÂal novÂels. He cerÂtainÂly didÂn’t make very conÂvenÂtionÂal speechÂes at uniÂverÂsiÂties. But he did make semi-conÂvenÂtionÂal domesÂtic agreeÂments. Take, for examÂple, this conÂtract writÂten on JanÂuÂary 26, 1947. PostÂed on the Harper’s webÂsite in full, this odd litÂtle docÂuÂment, dubbed “The Chore List of ChamÂpiÂons,” finds VonÂnegut outÂlinÂing all of the tasks he promised to do around the house — this while his young wife, Jane, preÂpared to give birth to their first child. The conÂtract (the conÂtent is conÂvenÂtionÂal, the form is not) will be pubÂlished in Kurt VonÂnegut: LetÂters next month. And it begins:
I, Kurt VonÂnegut, Jr., that is, do hereÂby swear that I will be faithÂful to the comÂmitÂments hereÂunÂder listÂed:
I. With the agreeÂment that my wife will not nag, heckÂle, or othÂerÂwise disÂturb me on the subÂject, I promise to scrub the bathÂroom and kitchen floors once a week, on a day and hour of my own choosÂing. Not only that, but I will do a good and thorÂough job, and by that she means that I will get under the bathÂtub, behind the toiÂlet, under the sink, under the iceÂbox, into the corÂners; and I will pick up and put in some othÂer locaÂtion whatÂevÂer movÂable objects hapÂpen to be on said floors at the time so as to get under them too, and not just around them. FurÂtherÂmore, while I am underÂtakÂing these tasks I will refrain from indulging in such remarks as “Shit,” “GodÂdamn sonoÂfabitch,” and simÂiÂlar vulÂgarÂiÂties, as such lanÂguage is nerve-wrackÂing to have around the house when nothÂing more drasÂtic is takÂing place than the facÂing of NecesÂsiÂty. If I do not live up to this agreeÂment, my wife is to feel free to nag, heckÂle, and othÂerÂwise disÂturb me until I am driÂven to scrub the floors anyÂway—no matÂter how busy I am.
And then latÂer conÂtinÂues:
g. When smokÂing I will make every effort to keep the ashÂtray I am using at the time upon a surÂface that does not slant, sag, slope, dip, wrinÂkle, or give way upon the slightÂest provoÂcaÂtion; such surÂfaces may be underÂstood to include stacks of books preÂcarÂiÂousÂly mountÂed on the edge of a chair, the arms of the chair that has arms, and my own knees;
h. I will not put out cigÂaÂrettes upon the sides of, or throw ashÂes into, either the red leather wasteÂbasÂket or the stamp wasteÂbasÂket that my lovÂing wife made me for ChristÂmas, 1945, as such pracÂtice noticeÂably impairs the beauÂty and ultiÂmate pracÂtiÂcaÂbilÂiÂty of said wasteÂbasÂkets;
j. An excepÂtion to the above three-day time limÂit is the takÂing out of the garbage, which, as any fool knows, had betÂter not wait that long; I will take out the garbage withÂin three hours after the need for disÂposÂal has been pointÂed out to me by my wife. It would be nice, howÂevÂer, if, upon observÂing the need for disÂposÂal with my own two eyes, I should perÂform this parÂticÂuÂlar task upon my own iniÂtiaÂtive, and thus not make it necÂesÂsary for my wife to bring up a subÂject that is modÂerÂateÂly disÂtasteÂful to her;
l. The terms of this conÂtract are underÂstood to be bindÂing up until that time after the arrival of our child (to be specÂiÂfied by the docÂtor) when my wife will once again be in full posÂsesÂsion of all her facÂulÂties, and able to underÂtake more arduÂous purÂsuits than are now advisÂable.
SevÂerÂal weeks ago, we watched NASA sciÂenÂtists explode with applause when they landÂed their rugged rover, CuriosÂiÂty, on Mars. ImagÂine how an earÂliÂer genÂerÂaÂtion of sciÂenÂtists must have felt when, on July 20, 1969, Neil ArmÂstrong took his first steps on the moon and then uttered his immorÂtal words: “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.” You can get gooseÂbumps thinkÂing about it.
Today, AmerÂiÂca lost a great one. Neil ArmÂstrong has died at 82, after underÂgoÂing heart-bypass surgery earÂliÂer this month. Above, we bring you legÂendary footage from the ApolÂlo 11 MisÂsion. And here you can view high resÂoÂluÂtion images from that hisÂtoric space flight. Below, we present an hour-long BBC docÂuÂmenÂtary on the life and times of the pioÂneerÂing astroÂnaut.
By the 1980s, Frank ZapÂpa was enterÂing the third decade of his musiÂcal career. An icon of the avant-garde music scene, ZapÂpa had culÂturÂal capÂiÂtal to spend. And spend he did. On one occaÂsion in 1986, ZapÂpa appeared on CNN’s CrossÂfire, where he sparred with conÂserÂvÂaÂtives lookÂing to cenÂsor rock lyrics. On othÂer occaÂsions, he recordÂed pubÂlic serÂvice announceÂments (PSAs) that encourÂaged a younger genÂerÂaÂtion to make betÂter life deciÂsions. The PSAs dealt with the munÂdane and the deadÂly seriÂous, and things that fell someÂwhere in between. But they were always preÂsentÂed in ZapÂpa’s own disÂtincÂtive way.
Above we start you off with ZapÂpa’s “RegÂisÂter to Vote” PSAs from 1984. It’s worth recallÂing that the ’84 presÂiÂdenÂtial elecÂtion pitÂted the incumÂbent Ronald ReaÂgan against WalÂter MonÂdale. That’s folÂlowed by ZapÂpa (now reborn as “The DenÂtal Floss Tycoon”) recordÂing PSAs for the AmerÂiÂcan DenÂtal AssoÂciÂaÂtion in 1981. And finalÂly we head back to the late 1960s, when ZapÂpa cut announceÂments for The Do It Now FounÂdaÂtion, an orgaÂniÂzaÂtion dedÂiÂcatÂed to highÂlightÂing the danÂgers of amphetÂaÂmine abuse. At its height, the camÂpaign aired on 1,500 radio staÂtions across the US and beyond.
Brush Your Teeth
Don’t Do Speed
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HenÂry Rollins had dropped out of colÂlege and was workÂing at a HaaÂgen-Dazs in WashÂingÂton, DC when he joined the semÂiÂnal L.A. hardÂcore punk band Black Flag in 1981, a career move that would shape the rest of the singer/author/actor/activist’s life. And although he left highÂer eduÂcaÂtion for a more indiÂvidÂuÂalÂized path, Rollins has a very high regard for the potenÂtial of a good eduÂcaÂtion to change peoÂple’s lives.
We’ve preÂviÂousÂly feaÂtured Rollins’ motiÂvaÂtionÂal Big Think talk to young peoÂple on the danÂgers of resentÂment. In the short, but equalÂly inspirÂing, talk above–from the same set of interÂviews–Rollins describes eduÂcaÂtion as the engine of a demoÂcÂraÂtÂic sociÂety, “the great equalÂizÂer.” For Rollins, eduÂcaÂtion is the key to a “more vigÂorÂous democÂraÂcy.” And although he makes some arguable claims about the posÂsiÂbilÂiÂty of eduÂcaÂtionÂal reform to subÂstanÂtialÂly diminÂish the effects of instiÂtuÂtionÂalÂized racism and poverÂty, his view of what an eduÂcaÂtion should be corÂreÂsponds to what eduÂcaÂtionÂal reformÂers have stressed for decades—that movÂing to a focus on critÂiÂcal thinkÂing, rather than “teachÂing to the test,” is a shift that needs to hapÂpen in order for stuÂdents to become curiÂous, intenÂtionÂal, and indeÂpenÂdent learnÂers and, ultiÂmateÂly, free and indeÂpenÂdent citÂiÂzens.
Rollins specÂuÂlates that cerÂtain politÂiÂcal actors and vestÂed interÂests delibÂerÂateÂly block eduÂcaÂtionÂal reform to mainÂtain the staÂtus quo. Whether or not you accept his analyÂsis, there’s no denyÂing that the state of priÂmaÂry, secÂondary, and highÂer eduÂcaÂtion in the U.S. is dire, and the funcÂtionÂal effiÂcaÂcy of our demoÂcÂraÂtÂic process seems conÂstantÂly in jeopÂardy. AlludÂing to the dicÂtum attribÂuted to Thomas JefÂferÂson (who may not have actuÂalÂly writÂten this) that “An eduÂcatÂed citÂiÂzenÂry is a vital reqÂuiÂsite for our surÂvival as a free peoÂple,” Rollins believes that eduÂcaÂtionÂal reforms offer “the way out” of our curÂrent politÂiÂcal gridÂlock and of the despairÂing sitÂuÂaÂtions underÂprivÂiÂleged peoÂple are born into. I think he makes a pretÂty comÂpelling case in just under four minÂutes.
Josh Jones is a docÂtorÂal canÂdiÂdate in EngÂlish at FordÂham UniÂverÂsiÂty and a co-founder and forÂmer manÂagÂing ediÂtor of GuerÂniÂca / A MagÂaÂzine of Arts and PolÂiÂtics.
In an interÂview aired on San FranÂcisÂco radio last week, FranÂcis Ford CopÂpoÂla acknowlÂedged that he could no longer comÂpete with himÂself — that he couldÂn’t make the kind of films that made him famous durÂing the 1970s. The GodÂfaÂther (1972), The GodÂfaÂther II (1974), and ApocÂaÂlypse Now (1979) — they were big, sprawlÂing, masÂterÂful films. And they someÂtimes pushed a young CopÂpoÂla to the physÂiÂcal and finanÂcial brink.
The makÂing of ApocÂaÂlypse Now is a legÂendary tale. Shot in the PhilipÂpines in 1976, the proÂducÂtion ran into immeÂdiÂate probÂlems. After only two weeks, CopÂpoÂla fired HarÂvey KeiÂtÂel, the lead actor, and replaced him with MarÂtin Sheen, who stumÂbled into chaos upon his arrival. As biogÂraÂphÂer Robert SellÂers notÂed in The IndeÂpenÂdent, “CopÂpoÂla was writÂing the movie as he went along and firÂing perÂsonÂnel, peoÂple were comÂing down with varÂiÂousÂtropÂiÂcal disÂeases and the heliÂcopters used in the comÂbat sequences were conÂstantÂly recalled by PresÂiÂdent MarÂcos to fight his own war against anti-govÂernÂment rebels.” And things only got worse from there. MarÂlon BranÂdo showed up enorÂmousÂly overÂweight and not knowÂing his lines. Then, durÂing the difÂfiÂcult filmÂing, Sheen sufÂfered a heart attack, and CopÂpoÂla himÂself had a seizure and evenÂtuÂalÂly a nerÂvous breakÂdown, apparÂentÂly threatÂenÂing to comÂmit suiÂcide on sevÂerÂal occaÂsions. SpeakÂing about the whole expeÂriÂence years latÂer, CopÂpoÂla’s wife, Eleanor, said:
It was a jourÂney for him up the rivÂer I always felt. He went deepÂer and deepÂer into himÂself and deepÂer and deepÂer and deepÂer into the proÂducÂtion. It just got out of conÂtrol.… The script was evolvÂing and the scenes were changÂing — it just got largÂer and more comÂplex. And litÂtle by litÂtle he got out there as far as his charÂacÂters. That wasÂn’t the intenÂtion at all at the beginÂning.
Yes, it’s no wonÂder that CopÂpoÂla, now 73 years old, might not have anothÂer epic film in him.
ApocÂaÂlypse Now hit theÂaters exactÂly 33 years ago this week. And to comÂmemÂoÂrate that occaÂsion, we’re servÂing up a short remix film, Heart of CopÂpoÂla, that weaves togethÂer scenes from the film, footage from behind the scenes, and audio of the great Orson Welles readÂing from Heart of DarkÂness, the Joseph ConÂrad novelÂla upon which ApocÂaÂlypse Now was looseÂly based. (Find it in our colÂlecÂtion of Free Audio Books and Free eBooks.)
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