“Catch Me If You Can” – best un-Christmas movie ever

We have probably all watched a favorite Christmas movie this past month.  But how about an un-Christmas movie – like Die Hard, for example, which has little to do with Christmas but is set during the Christmas season?  It’s fun to make a list of such films and watch them, too.

My personal favorite is Catch Me If You Can, Steven Spielberg’s 2002 bio-pic/crime-caper about the life of Frank Abagnale, Jr., a young man who before his 19th birthday had successfully impersonated a Pan Am pilot, a Georgia doctor, and a Louisiana prosecuting attorney.  Frank was also highly skilled at various forms of check fraud, which is the particular talent that earned him the attention of the FBI.

Catch Me If You Can contains many Christmases.  In fact, not only is “Christmas” a primary motif but it also appears to be the central structural element around which the entire film is organized.

The opening scene of Catch Me If You Can occurs on a rainy Christmas Eve, 1969, at a prison in Marseille, France, just as Carl Hanratty (Tom Hanks), the FBI agent who tracked Frank Abagnale, Jr. (Leonardo DiCaprio), for several years, arrives with extradition papers to take the young American criminal back to the United States.  From France 1969 we segue back in time to Christmas 1964, where Frank Abagnale, Sr. (Christopher Walken), is being honored at a banquet with a lifetime membership in the New Rochelle Rotary Club.  Immediately following the banquet, we cut to a scene of the happy family at home, where Frank, Jr., dances around the Christmas tree with his mother, Paula, in their family’s living room, while Frank, Sr., puts up additional decorations.

Shortly afterward, Frank, Sr., gets into trouble with the IRS over his business.  It’s never completely clear whether his troubles are deserved, but we are given ample opportunity to observe that he is a practiced con artist.  After the family loses nearly all of its material possessions, including the car and home, Paula begins an affair with Jack Barnes, one of her husband’s best friends – who, as a successful attorney and president of the Rotary Club, appears to be a more attractive provider of the American dream than Frank, Sr., the GI who was Paula’s ticket out of her small hometown in France at the end of World War II.

When 16-year-old Frank, Jr., is forced to choose which parent to live with following their divorce, he freaks out and runs away.  Borrowing con-artist tricks he saw his father perform, he begins a life of deception with two purposes: survival and “getting back” everything the family lost.  If he can pull it off, Frank believes, not only will his parents reunite but they will somehow regain the house, the car, the furs, and everything else necessary for their family to be happy once again.

Christmas puts in several more appearances in the film.  Frank, Jr., begins to telephone Carl Hanratty, the FBI agent who is chasing him, every year on Christmas Eve.  These phone calls serve to highlight both men’s loneliness.  Carl is always working alone in the office so that men with families can be at home.  And Frank, as Carl sneeringly points out in their earliest conversation, has no one else to call.

When Frank is finally arrested, it happens in France on yet another Christmas Eve – 1967, or three years after the New Rochelle banquet at which his father received that lifetime Rotary Club membership – when Carl Hanratty traces Frank to Montrichard, Paula’s hometown, where he is printing checks on an old monster of a press.  As Christmas carols waft from a little church on the town square just outside Frank’s print shop, scores of local police arrive to snatch the newly-arrested Frank out of Carl’s hands and whisk him away to French prison.  By now, though, a bond something similar to a father-son relationship has developed between Carl and Frank, and Hanratty promises he’ll obtain the extradition papers to get Frank back to America.  Sure enough, we then flash forward two years to the Marseille prison scene that opened the film (that rainy Christmas Eve 1969) – and Carl Hanratty has arrived to escort Frank back home to face charges.

It’s not merely the multiple Christmases that got me thinking about Catch Me If You Can as a Christmas movie – or, rather, as an un-Christmas movie.  What prompted my re-examination was something my younger daughter said about two weeks ago, when we were in the kitchen doing some holiday baking and listening to a local radio station that airs nothing but Christmas carols at this time of year.  As soon as Nat King Cole’s rendition of “The Christmas Song” (“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire . . .”) started to play, my daughter remarked that ever since hearing it in Catch Me If You Can, this version of the song makes her want to cry.

Of course, then I had to watch the movie again – and she’s right.

In Catch Me If You Can, “The Christmas Song” plays near the film’s end, on the day after Christmas 1969.  On the way home from France, Frank escapes through the airplane lavatory and onto the runway as the plane taxis toward the terminal upon landing.  Now night has fallen, and our teenage fugitive stands in the snow outside a window of his mother’s expensive new home.  Peering inside, Frank sees Paula sitting in a chair, reading a magazine.  The cozy domesticity of the scene is heightened by the relaxed warmth of Nat King Cole’s voice.  His mellow baritone lulls you into visions of hearth and home, while the song’s soft, high-pitched string section simultaneously slices at your heart.  Not with the harshness of a Psycho-type violin score, not with the lushness of a Nelson Riddle orchestration, but with the weeping sadness of Tobani’s “Hearts and Flowers” – that melodramatic violin piece associated with tragedy in silent movies.

As Frank watches through the window, Paula turns to smile up at someone, then hands a drink to . . . none other than her new husband, Jack Barnes (former best friend of Frank’s father, Paula’s first husband).  As Jack walks out of the frame, a little girl moves in front of the window, playing a silent harmonica.  Frank mouths to her, “Where’s your mother?”  She turns and points to Paula.

The shock on Frank’s face is amplified by flashing red lights that suddenly appear behind him on the lawn – dramatic punctuation signifying the end of the fantasy that his family could be made whole again.

“The Christmas Song” plays thoughout this entire scene, and we continue to hear Nat King Cole in the background as Frank is sentenced to solitary confinement in federal prison.  As Frank is installed in his cell, the camera moves forward to frame a close-up of the prison door clanging shut behind him.  The song’s final notes, a melancholy guitar riff on the melody of “Jingle Bells,” provide a lingering echo of somber finality.

After realizing how deeply embedded the (un-) Christmas motif is in Catch Me If You Can, I did a quick online search to see what anyone else had already written about it.  My best discovery was a really brilliant review written by Maurice Yacowar, a professor at the University of Calgary, that appeared in the History of Intellectual Culture: 4.1 (2004).  In his review (you can read it here), Yacowar says that Catch Me If You Can may be Spielberg’s most personal – and very Jewish – film since Schindler’s List.  Its Christmas focus is no accident, because the film’s underlying theme is about what it’s like to be on the outside looking in – about Spielberg’s own career directing “escapist” movies and “passing” undefined as Jewish – the predicament of every Jew living in a Christian society, not to mention anyone who is different in a culture where everyone else seems to fit the predefined mold.

Once you think about it from this perspective, the outside-looking-in theme becomes obvious.  Maybe Nat King Cole’s version of “The Christmas Song” – now rendered incredibly sad – is so very appropriate because another closely-related theme of Catch Me If You Can appears to be the elusive, illusory nature of “idealized reality.”

The “idea” of Christmas as a cultural phenomenon (as opposed to the sacred observation Christ’s birth) is that “Christmas” has become the single day onto which we project all our yearning aspirations for happiness.  “Christmas” in this sense is a fantasy, a dream as unachievable as Frank’s fervent belief that if he can only amass enough money, his family will get everything back and recapture the happiness of Christmas Eve 1964.

We plan, we shop, we bake, we travel, we organize – expending an extraordinary amount of energy in an attempt to stage the perfect “Christmas” – because within the experience of “Christmas” we occasionally catch glimpses of what could be, images that glimmer with the tantalizing possibility of an ideal place . . . that cannot be reached.

We remain – all of us – on the outside looking in.

Catch Me If You Can offers up commentary about the superficiality and deceptiveness of “appearance.”  In the film’s first Christmas (1964) Frank, Jr., watches as his parents dance next to their Christmas tree.  The song they are dancing to, “Embraceable You,” is romantic, and Frank seems enraptured by how much they love each other.

We soon realize how thin their love actually is.

That same song plays again later in the film, as Frank watches another loving couple, this time his fiancée’s parents, wash dishes at the kitchen sink, swaying to the music and standing with their bodies so close to each other that they appear to be dancing.  As you see the wistfulness in Frank’s expression, at first you think (at least I thought, anyway): how romantic, how sweet, how they love each other, and how Frank longs for that himself.  But then you realize: wait, aren’t these the same people who forced their daughter to have an abortion and then banished her from their home?  Only after returning engaged to a man who was a doctor and a lawyer and a Lutheran could Brenda be forgiven and reinstated in the family.

Frank’s outsider status is made painfully clear shortly after this, when we see Brenda’s family gathered together in front of the television to “sing along with Mitch” (an “idealized” Christmas-card image right there).  Oblivious to Frank’s discomfort, Brenda deserts him to climb happily onto her father’s lap, leaving her fiancé alone in the center of the sofa, physically separated from the others and awkwardly faking the words to a song that everybody knows except him.

Even the title of Catch Me If You Can is in some ways reminiscent of Christmas, echoing the catchphrase of a fairytale in which a childless old woman bakes a gingerbread man that comes to life.  Although she is thrilled to have a son at last, the cookie runs away from her and her husband, taunting them (and all subsequent pursuers) with the phrase

Run, run as fast as you can

You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man

At the end of the fairytale, the Gingerbread Man gets outsmarted by a fox and eaten.  But the story was given new life in 1999 by children’s author Jan Brett, in her lavishly illustrated Gingerbread Baby.  Brett’s book is integrated into the reading curriculum of many elementary schools around Christmastime, and it features a happier plot twist at the end, in which the saucy little cookie is not eaten.

So, in conclusion . . . ?

Well, I’m not so cynical as to trash our culture’s idealized vision of “Christmas,” the iconic portrait of which, as illustrated by popular artists like Currier and Ives (and more recently, Thomas Kinkade), has entered our national collective consciousness.  At the same time I do find something empty and formulaic about the “Christmas” experience portrayed in holiday movies, advertisements, and television specials.  I say this with certain wariness, because to express an opinion counter to the party line of “Christmas” ideology is also to risk being labeled a “Scrooge.”  It is therefore worth remembering that Charles Dickens – the man who pretty much single-handedly created our modern idea of Christmas (along with Scrooge as an example of someone not to be) – was quite distant and cold toward his own children and reputedly left his wife for a much younger girlfriend.

So the sentimental picture of how Christmas ought to be – a day marked by benevolent generosity and quality time spent within the loving bosom of the family – was apparently a hypocrisy from the start.  Nonetheless, it quickly captured the public’s imagination and coalesced something in the zeitgeist of the mid-1800s to create a new “ideal” for celebrating the day.

Run, run as fast as we can; we can’t catch “Christmas,” it’s the Gingerbread Man.  Actually, it’s quite possible that striving for a Dickens-inspired “Christmas” contributes something of great value to society.  If we are all outsiders seeking desperately to “belong,” then focusing on the myriad details necessary for creating a “perfect” Christmas may provide a sense of control needed to sustain the illusion that we are masters of our fate – despite the frightening, chaotic world outside our four walls.  As Carl Hanratty says to Frank near the end of Catch Me If You Can, “Sometimes it’s easier living the lie.”

Which really, when you think about it, is just another way of saying: you gotta have hope.

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Snow!

Well, after a record-setting 288 days without measurable snowfall, Milwaukee finally saw some flakes today. 

Below is a photo taken about 1:30 p.m., when I left my office to get some lunch.  The tree branches were just beginning to acquire their white, lacy coating of snow.

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By early evening, it actually looked like winter in my neighborhood. 

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I guess it’s time for everyone to break out the snow shovels and relearn winter driving skills.  How quickly the weather can change, with an even bigger storm headed our way tomorrow night and on through Thursday. 

Stay safe, and enjoy!

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Dreaming of a “White Christmas”? Try “Endless Autumn” instead.

Wreath - front view

Doesn’t our Christmas wreath look pretty, from the front, anyway?  Can you see what’s hiding underneath?  

Wreath with autumn leaf

The wind blew this leaf into our Christmas wreath, where it lodged pretty forcefully.  It’s not noticeable at first glance from the outside, only from the inside looking out.

Just another reminder that we’re not likely to have a white Christmas this year.

 

 

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It’s beginning to look a lot like . . . St. Patrick’s Day?

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A Milwaukee County Parks worker repairs the ice rink at Red Arrow Park in downtown Milwaukee (December 4, 2012)

My favorite Starbucks establishment is just a few blocks away from my office, at Red Arrow Park at the corner of Water and State in downtown Milwaukee.  It is the only Starbucks I know of that’s located in a park . . . and the baristas are confident that it’s the only Starbucks in the world with an ice rink.

Red Arrow Park is named after the famous 32nd Infantry Division of the U.S. Army, Les Terribles of World Wars I and II.  The division’s shoulder patch, shown below, depicts a line shot through with an arrow, which signifies how the division pierced the Germans’ Hindenberg Line in World War I.

The division (now inactive) had its origins in the Wisconsin National Guard and the Civil War’s Iron Brigade.  It continued to be made up of units from Wisconsin and Michigan during its incarnation as the 32nd Infantry Division.

I adore my Starbucks all seasons of the year, but especially in winter!  There’s a two-sided fireplace enclosed between glass screens on a stone wall that offers a cozy spot to sip hot chocolate.  Office workers come and go all day getting their coffee pick-me-ups.  College students sit in the armchairs tapping away on their laptops, while business meetings take place at the nearby tables.

And once the ice rink is open, the usual cast of characters is joined by children.  Lots of children, usually on field trips and delivered via school bus.  What energy!

But this year the opening of Red Arrow’s “Slice of Ice” skating rink has been delayed indefinitely by the unseasonably warm weather we’re having this December, according to the park’s official website.  Although the City of Milwaukee’s official Christmas tree is up (shown in the photo above), the ice itself resembles the end-of-season March thaw instead of a crisp sheet of winter surface.

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As these photos I snapped today show, the ice isn’t quite right for skating yet. 

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White Tree of Gondor?

Tree in the night - lit by parking lot light

Nope, just a tree in the parking lot at our local grocery store.  I love the way naked winter trees are illuminated at night by those large overhead lights. 

Here is a shot of three trees at a shopping mall that I took from a distance one evening last December.  Don’t they look like part of some alien landscape?

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Holing up for winter

A few months ago I wrote some posts (here, here, and here) about the chickadees and woodpeckers that nested in our magnolia and silver maple trees, respectively. 

Just the mere act of writing about these birds (and videorecording them) has made me more aware of them than I ever had been before.  So, no surprise, when I was outside doing some last-minute winterizing over the weekend, I noticed both species entering their respective nests.  Perhaps they also sensed the shifting winds that sent my husband and me outside for those final, end-of-autumn chores. 

I always wondered whether these birds returned to the same nest year after year.  Now I know: they never actually leave. 

Like the rest of us, these non-migratory birds hunker down against the elements, as cozily as possible, tucked inside the nest cavities they’ve fashioned in the tree limbs they call home.

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Twinkies, Dan White, and that raisin in the sun

By now you have probably heard the news that Hostess, makers of Twinkies, Wonder Bread, and Ho Hos, is closing.  A bankruptcy judge has ordered last-ditch mediation between company and union, but if things have gotten so bad that both union and company were willing to walk away from the table last week, I’m guessing there’s not much left to be salvaged.

My mom packed many Wonder Bread sandwiches (helps build strong bodies 12 ways!) in my lunch box during grade school.  Twinkies and Ding Dongs didn’t show up nearly as often, but a person of my generation in America would have been hard pressed to experience childhood without encountering Hostess baked treats at some point.

The association most strongly triggered for me by the news that Hostess was closing, though, was the “Twinkie defense” – a term used as a cultural shorthand to ridicule people for blaming the larger culture for their problems instead of accepting responsibility for their individual behavior.  

Harvey Milk was the first openly gay San Francisco supervisor, whose place in history was tragically secured when he was assassinated, along with Mayor George Moscone, by fellow supervisor Dan White in 1978.

At trial, White’s attorneys argued that their client had been suffering from depression at the time of the shootings, as evidenced by his shift from health-conscious eating to heavy consumption of sugary junk foods.  The jury found White guilty of the lesser charge of voluntary manslaughter instead of first-degree murder.  And the news media derisively dubbed this legal strategy the “Twinkie defense.”

However, what remains indelibly etched into my memory is footage of Dan White being interviewed by a television news reporter (at some point prior to the day of the assassinations) that appeared in The Times of Harvey Milk, a 1984 film that won the Academy Award for Best Documentary Feature.  It has been at least 25 years since I saw this film, but I’ve never forgotten watching Dan White struggle to put his angry thoughts into words.  How chilling it was to observe him, knowing what eventually happened, and see 1) how much anger he had bottled up inside, and 2) how very inarticulate he was.  The man was a walking time bomb whose detonation seemed inevitable.

Thinking of it today, I’m also reminded of a famous poem, “Harlem,” by one of my favorite poets, Langston Hughes.  It asks, “What happens to a dream deferred? / Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?”  Does it rot and become disgusting in a variety of other ways? 

Or, as the last line implies is the case,  “does it explode?

You can read the short poem in its entirety here at the Poetry Foundation’s website.

Dan White is not someone who garners sympathy, and my juxtaposition of his inarticulate rage with Langston Hughes’s poem may strike someone reading this post as a sacrilege.  I don’t mean to equate Dan White with Walter Lee Younger (one of the main characters in Lorraine Hansberry’s award-winning play, “A Raisin in the Sun”).  But thinking about Twinkies has led me to reflect, via the strange associations things sometimes have, on how very important it is for people to have the means to express themselves. 

In fact, personal expression is one of the primary themes of Hansberry’s play.  Walter Lee, Jr., has big dreams, but all his talk seems to fall on deaf ears.

Man say to his woman: I got me a dream.  His woman say: Eat your eggs.  Man say: I got to take hold of this here world, baby!  And a woman will say: Eat your eggs and go to work.  Man say: I got to change my life, I’m choking to death, baby!  And his woman say – Your eggs is getting cold!

WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE LISTEN TO ME TODAY!

Early on, his sister Beneatha continually experiments with new hobbies – guitar lessons, horseback riding lessons, and now her back-to-Africa exploration complete with a new boyfriend who is a Nigerian college student.  When Walter Lee and their mother, Lena, tease her about the way she flits from activity to activity, she defends her need for self-expression. 

Beneatha: People have to express themselves one way or another.

Mama: What is it you want to express?

Beneatha: Me!

Later, when Beneatha is dismayed that her mother intends to bring a spindly houseplant along to their new home in Clybourne Park, Lena retorts, with feeling: “It expresses me.” 

I teach communication, so no doubt I’m biased.  But it occurs to me that developing an ability to express oneself well may be the single most important life skill a person can learn.

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Randy Nelson on Learning and Working in the Collaborative Age | Edutopia

Randy Nelson on Learning and Working in the Collaborative Age | Edutopia (video link)

I haven’t blogged in about two weeks (sorry!!!) because assorted real-life issues have been a distraction.  Last time I posted, I wrote about the importance of infrastructure in making a space in which creativity and innovation can occur.  The link above is to a video interview with Randy Nelson, who at the time was Dean of Pixar University (and who now heads the newly created Apple University).

Like other innovative enterprises, Pixar encourages every employee to be actively engaged in lifelong learning and to spend up to four hours a week taking classes onsite.  Here is a New York Times article from 2006 that describes Pixar University and its philosophy.

The video linked to at the top of the page is fascinating.  Nelson talks about his background in comedy improv and describes a “team” approach he calls  “amplification,” which is quite different from – and, to my way of thinking, far more attractive than – the collaborative group work required by most schools (and probably, by extension, most companies).

In addition, Nelson talks about the importance of “resilience” in the creative process of innovation.   A couple months ago I posted about “success through failure,” an essay inspired by an article by Ken Bain, whose most recent book, What the Best College Students Do, argues that one of the key predictors of a student’s success in college is an ability to recover from failure.

The links I’ve included today will give you real food for thought if you have time to watch and read.  The best collaboration may result only when people are allowed to work individually.  The greatest success may be achievable only for people who have failed often.

Who knew?

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“If you build it, they will come” (parenthetical afterthought)

I didn’t think to explain my allusion in the title of my previous post.  Possibly you recognized the quote, slightly reworded, from the 1989 film Field of Dreams.  You can watch the trailer here.  Also, if you’re ever in Iowa, you can visit the movie site where filming was done, which has become a shrine of sorts.

In Field of Dreams, farmer Ray Kinsella hears a voice whisper, “If you build it, he will come.”  He realizes, somehow, that he is being prompted to plow under part of his cornfield and install a baseball diamond.  Even as bankruptcy looms, Ray doggedly chases down tenuous leads in an attempt to find the “him” to whom the voice is referring – someone who, the voice has hinted, is in pain.  The film is too complicated and magical to summarize neatly beyond this, but Field of Dreams keeps circling back to that one key statement: “If you build it, he will come.”

What captures my imagination about this quote (and film) is that, like Ray Kinsella, we can’t know where our intuition will lead.  We stumble blindly along a path lit by glimmers of the “truth” we seek.  Without any guarantee of success, we still need to build the infrastructure anyway (in Field of Dreams, a baseball diamond in a cornfield in the middle of nowhere) in order to provide a place where our ideas might show up.

In his now-famous 2005 commencement address at Stanford University (you can watch it here, complete with the excellent introduction by Stanford president, John Hennessy), the late Apple co-founder Steve Jobs described how, after dropping out of Reed College in the middle of his freshman year, he stuck around campus and “dropped in” on a calligraphy class.

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country.  Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed.  Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this.  I learned about serif and sans serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great.  It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life.  But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me.  And we designed it all into the Mac.  It was the first computer with beautiful typography.  If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts.  And since Windows just copied the Mac, it’s likely that no personal computer would have them.  If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do.  Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college.  But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards.  So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.  You have to trust in something—your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.  This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

In July I wrote a post about “Creativity and the importance of routine.”  In it I recounted writer Flannery O’Connor’s famous quote regarding her disciplined work habits and daily writing routine:

I don’t know if the muse is going to show up or not on any given day, but by golly, I’m going to be at my desk from 8 to 12 every morning in case she does.

We can’t connect the dots going forward.  And we don’t know if the muse is going to show up on any given day.  But like Ray Kinsella in Field of Dreams, we can build our baseball diamond and trust that Shoeless Joe Jackson and other players will come (including, finally, “he” of the whispered prophecy/promise).

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If you build it, they will come: the importance of infrastructure for creativity and innovation

Here’s a little factoid I’d forgotten about until my husband and I were discussing the recent Presidential debates between Barack Obama and Mitt Romney:

The famous series of debates between Abraham Lincoln and Stephen Douglas were not held during the 1860 Presidential campaign but, instead, during their 1858 campaign to represent Illinois in the United States Senate. 

Douglas won; Lincoln lost.

Although the two men ran against each other for President two years later, they did not debate each other during their 1860 campaign.  While Douglas undertook a campaign tour on a rambling two-and-a-half month trip that ostensibly was to visit his mother (it was the first “nationwide” campaign ever, and his meandering “trip” was widely ridiculed), Lincoln stayed home following his nomination as the Republican candidate.  He conducted a “front porch” campaign, meeting with visitors but not giving campaign speeches in any form we would recognize as such today.

Fast-forward 152 years.  Today it’s not unusual for candidates to make campaign stops in a new state every day.  Robots relentlessly telephone voters at all hours urging support of various election-related issues.  Candidates’ tax returns and medical records are scrutinized for potentially scandalous minutiae.

Sitting home on his front porch, Abraham Lincoln could probably not be elected in 2012.

In the mid-1960s, Marshall McLuhan famously noted that “The medium is the message,” meaning not not only that “form” can never be truly separated from “content,” but also that in some ways form becomes the content.

What message does the medium of a modern Presidential campaign communicate?

And why am I talking about politics in my blog that’s supposed to be about “Ideas on creativity, innovation, lifelong learning, and other random stuff”?  (Although, I suppose, politics could count as other random stuff 🙂 )

Because I realized earlier this summer that the writing I’m doing in this blog is better (in my opinion) than writing I’ve done elsewhere, for example, in my dissertation or conference papers or even literary essays.  Always in those other formats I’ve felt constrained by the unwritten “rules” of the genre I’m writing in, whether concerning quotations, source citations, or even routine transitions from one topic to another.

When I was writing my Jonah Lehrer essay in early August, for example, it was so freeing to be able to talk about somewhat complex ideas in ordinary language.  Example:  the blog post begins with the phrase, “Well, the sad news last week was that Jonah Lehrer . . . admitted to fabricating quotes . . .”

That’s exactly what I was thinking, and those words best described what got me started thinking about all the stuff I went on to talk about in that post.

I don’t know what my opening line would have been had I needed to write the essay more formally, for a traditional print publication.  I would have needed to demonstrate that what I had to say was “important.”  Certainly I would have felt bound to contextualize my utterance more profoundly, perhaps situate my own remarks in contrast to or agreement with what other people were already saying.  I also might have opened with an authoritative quote regarding some other famous literary fraud.  Anything other than opening with a statement of my own personal sadness for Lehrer and my dismay that his book was no longer available for me to read.

In other words, I might not have gotten around to writing the piece at all because the “form” would have inhibited my ability to pull together my scattered thoughts into a coherent articulation.

One moment in particular stands out in my memory of writing the Jonah Lehrer post.  I had just finished discussing the possiblity that student plagiarism in college classrooms might sometimes be a phenomenon related to writing growth.  Now I needed to return to talking about Lehrer, who obviously was not a student writer.  Tricky segue.  What commonality between the two topics could I find to make a smooth transition?

In another format (academic article, conference paper, newspaper article), finding the right transition would been a trouble spot for me.  Because it was my blog, however, I just breezily wrote: “But back to Jonah Lehrer, who is neither student nor apprentice.”

I remember thinking how easy – and liberating – it felt to write that sentence.  “But back to Jonah Lehrer . . .”  Done.  I couldn’t have gotten away with such a loose connecting sentence anywhere else.

So, again, you may be wondering: my point is . . . ?

Just this:  Infrastructure matters.  A lot.

Anyone who teaches composition knows the “Five-Paragraph Theme.”  Even if you’re not a writing teacher, you’ll no doubt recognize the format instantly.

In the first paragraph, the writer introduces the topic and finds a way to break it down into three subparts.  Then the next three paragraphs are devoted to discussion of each individual subpart.  The final paragraph summarizes what has just been said, often with instructions to restate the thesis.

Five paragraphs, hence the name.

The five-paragrah structure is a handy tool.  But while a good writer can write a beautiful essay using the form, a weak writer does nothing except fill the container, usually mistaking a declaration of topic for a thesis:

A certain topic is very important to know about, and in this essay, I will discuss three things related to it.

First thing.

Second thing.

Third thing.

In conclusion, three things about this topic were discussed in this essay.

In most five-paragraph student themes, the medium is the message.  You can fill in the blanks with anything.

Recycling is very important in our world today.  The most common types of recycling that everyone should know about are paper recycling, metal recycling, and glass and plastic recycling.

[Note to reader: glass and plastic are obviously two things, but students who are desperate to have three categories, because they believe they are only allowed to have three categories, will find a way to combine them into one thing.]

Paper recycling involves x.  Paper items that should be recycled include x.  The paper recycling process is x.  The end result of paper recycling is x.

Metal recycling involves x.  Metal items  that should be recycled include x.  The metal recycling process is x.  The end result of metal recycling is x.

Glass and plastic recycling [treated as a single unit, remember] involves x.  Glass and plastic items that should be recycled include x.  The glass and plastic recycling process is x.  The end result of glass and plastic recycling is x.

It is clear that recycling has many benefits for society.  It is important for all of us to do our part in protecting the environment.

Empty writing.  The reader is left to wonder: so what?  What is the point?  Where is the thesis?  What value has this writer added to society’s conversation regarding recycling?

Ironically, instead of enabling student expression, the five-paragraph theme shuts it down.

Aristotle defined rhetoric this way:

the art (or faculty) of finding (or discovering or observing) the available (possible) means of persuasion in a given case

The parentheses indicate different translations I’ve found for the original Greek, and it is very interesting to think about the different shadings of definition carried in the alternate terminology.  Not knowing Greek myself, I figure Aristotle’s original meaning lingers somewhere in the aggregate, so I’ve included all the terms I recall ever seeing.

The word “faculty” refers to an innate ability a person has, like the faculty of sight or speech.  “Art” is in oppostion to “dialectic,” “logic,” and “science.”  For me, “art” also connects to Peter Elbow’s distinction between the “Learning Game” and the “Doubting Game,” which I wrote about this past summer.  Science involves certainties and facts; art involves uncertainties in the form of emotions, feelings, and opinions.  The Doubting Game, as Elbow points out, exists in a closed universe that limits inquiry; the Believing Game exists in an infinite universe that allows unfettered inquiry.

Which brings me to another metaphor for rhetoric: the “Open Hand” of Zeno, a Stoic philosopher in ancient Greece.  One of the elder statesmen of my field (rhetoric and composition studies), a man I was privileged to meet in graduate school, was Edward P. J. Corbett.  Andrea Lunsford, a Stanford professor whom I would describe as probably the chief luminary in our field today, studied under him.  In a famous 1969 article, “The Rhetoric of the Open Hand and the Rhetoric of the Closed Fist,” Corbett appropriated Zeno’s closed fist and open hand metaphors as a way to differentiate logic/dialectic from rhetoric.

(Let me pause a moment to say thank you for hanging in there with me if you’re not a composition teacher yourself.  I’m almost finished with this meandering lead-up to my main point.)

Logic is a form of inquiry concerning empirical fact that exists inside a closed universe, like Elbow’s “Doubting Game.”  Hence, the closed fist.  Rhetoric is a form of inquiry concerning belief and opinion that exists inside of an open universe, like Elbow’s “Believing Game.”  Hence, the open hand.  The method of logical inquiry is via syllogism; the method of rhetorical inquiry is via enthymeme.

Aristotle’s Rhetoric contains discussion of “enthymeme,” but it is a confusing concept to understand  In fact, many composition textbooks completely misinterpret the enthymeme as nothing more than a truncated syllogism.

Here is a logical syllogism (the one composition texts usually use):

Socrates is a man.

All men are mortal.

Therefore, Socrates is mortal.

A syllogism is like a math equation.  If your premises are true and your argument structure is valid (i.e., not a logical fallacy), then your conclusion is unassailable.  It absolutely must be true.

An enthymeme looks very similar to a syllogism, which is why composition textbooks get it so wrong.  Building on the syllogism above, textbook writers assert that an enthymeme is a syllogism with a missing premise.  In rhetoric, the authors say (incorrectly), you don’t want to bore readers by making them read all the way through a tedious syllogism, so you save time and allow them to feel like they’ve constructed the argument themselves (which makes them buy into the argument more deeply) by leaving out some of your premises.

Here is an example of such an incorrect, so-called enthymeme:

Socrates is a man.

Therefore, Socrates is mortal.

But this is not an enthymeme; it is, in fact, nothing more than a syllogism with a missing premise.  It is about logic and empirical fact, not about rhetoric and opinion/belief.

Here is an actual enthymeme:

Socrates is a man.

Therefore, Socrates looks forward to watching the football game on Saturday.

The difference is that an enthymeme’s missing premise is a matter of opinion/belief rather than empirical fact:

All men enjoy watching football games.

A good writer will be able to employ an enthymeme effectively ONLY if he understands his audience and knows that they will automatically assent to the “truth” of that missing premise.  Not all men enjoy watching televised sports every weekend, but if the writer guesses correctly that this premise reflects a generally held opinion of his audience, then most audience members will accept it as a true statement within the context of the writer’s argument.

In fact, a better analogy for an enthymeme is not a syllogism but a joke, instead.

A joke employs a premise or premises that eventually lead to a punchline.  That punchline only works, however, if an audience can supply the missing premises and will assent to their “truth.”  A comedian needs to know his audience well.  If audience members lack knowledge about the topic, they will not “get” the joke.  If audience members hold an opinion about the topic contrary to the punchline “conclusion” the comedian wants them to reach, they may “get” the joke, but they will not find it humorous.  Instead of laughing, they will feel insulted, even angry.

So, finally, pulling all of these thoughts together, here’s what I mean when I say that infrastructure matters.

Creativity and innovation do not occur in a vacuum.  Context is everything.  If companies, schools, and societies want to encourage creativity, they need to lay a good foundation, prepare the soil, set the stage, whatever metaphor makes sense for you.  Creativity requires an environment in which it can naturally occur.

Infrastructure is as important as “getting the right people on the bus,” to use an expression I hear a lot.  But getting infrastructure right is tricky because you’re dealing with the human beings who will be riding that bus.  Just as rhetoric (or comedy) requires judgment (in building enthymemes or jokes), no single “right” formula exists for building a creative environment.

In politics, the 1858 debates allowed Lincoln to express his intellect and grasp of key issues in a way that was still remembered in the Presidential election two years later.  The front-porch campaign worked for Lincoln because people cared enough about the ideas he’d put forward in 1858 to come and visit him in 1860.  In the first televised Presidential debates of 1960, John F. Kennedy famously won against Richard M. Nixon among those watching the television broadcast but lost among those listening to the radio broadcast.  The medium was the message.

In student writing, the five-paragraph theme usually signals empty, passive content that merely compiles and organizes commonplace knowledge about a topic.  The medium is the message.

Pixar, Apple, and Google are famous for providing environments in which creativity and innovation flourish.  So is 3M, as immortalized in countless books and articles (including Jonah Lehrer’s Imagine) for its tale of near-mythic status recounting the invention of Post-it® notes.

This post is already ridiculously long, so I’ll write another one later in the week about the in-house infrastructure these companies provide to promote creativity and innovation.  Meanwhile, suffice it to say, you reap what you sow, you get what you pay for, etc., etc.  I have read and thought quite a bit about creativity and innovation over the past 15 years.  The most reliable “engine” for generating them appears to be the lifelong learning mindset produced within a framework that encourages individuals to cultivate their own curiosity and exploration.  The medium is the message; form becomes content.

In business and industry, as in education, if people are given a challenge and then provided the necessary time, space, and social infrastructure to do the work, they are capable of astonishing ingenuity.

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