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A weblog dedicated to all things Seth K. Thomas
Seth K. Thomas is a seasoned sketch comedy writer and performer with over 25 years of experience in the industry. Trained at The Second Ci...
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I have a book called Great American Short Stories - and no, mom, I did not steal this from your house. My mother swears that I steal all her books, and rightfully so. I have pilfered some texts in the past. However, I got this particular book of short stories from one of those take-a-book-leave-a-book structures in the front yard of somebody's house. I left Twilight. Anyway, the first story in the book is Rip Van Winkle.
I had never actually read Rip Van Winkle before. The only thing I knew about Rip Van Winkle was that he “fell a-hella-sleep;” and considering the context in which Rip was mentioned in the Run DMC song, I associated Rip with fairy tales and nursery rhymes. So I was pleasantly surprised by the short story.
I love the way Irving told the story of Rip and the conventions used. For example, the story begins pre-revolutionary war and ends post-revolutionary war, and this is shown by the picture in front of the pub Rip frequents. Before the long sleep, the portrait was of King George the Third. After the sleep, it was a picture of George Washington.
I loved the language of the story. It was rich with words that sent me thumbing through my dictionary at least thirteen times.
I loved how Irving told the story. I loved the conventions used, and I loved the language. I did not love the story itself. It wasn't very kind to Dame Van Winkle, Rip Van Winkle’s wife.
"The great error in Rip's composition was an insuperable aversion to all kinds of profitable labor."
In the story, Dame Van Winkle is a "termagant" and a "virago," words with identical definitions; a shrewish bullying woman. Despite Rip being a farmer who didn't farm, a breadwinner who earned no bread, and possessing a willingness to do anything for anyone anywhere except for his own at home, Dame Van Winkle is the villain because she consistently reminds Rip of these facts.
"but his wife kept continually dinning in his ears about his idleness, his carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing on his family. Morning, noon, and night, her tongue was incessantly going, and everything he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence." - Washington Irving, Rip Van Winkle.
I felt for Dame Van Winkle. The setting is the Catskill Mountains during Colonial America. You ate what you grew and shot. There may have been markets, but I'm sure they were selling what they grew and/or shot if there were.
So, if I'm living with someone whose responsibility is to grow and shoot breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and they don't, I'm probably going to have something to say about it; and if it happens every day, I'll probably have something to say about it every day, like Dame Van Winkle.
Now, I don't know if I would have gone up to the pub and busted up the party like Dame Van Winkle did, but then again...
If I'm sitting at home waiting for Rip to bring home a wild pigeon or a squirrel so I can whip up dinner, and I find out he's at the pub pontificating about news that happened a month ago from a newspaper printed a month ago...
Side note - I don't think one can "whip up" freshly shot squirrel. I don't know. I don't cook like that. But the other night, I made a Mexican casserole, which took like an hour, prep and cook time. So, I have to assume, newly dead squirrel takes at least four times longer than that. By the time I skin it, gut it, cut it, start a fire and cook it on a spit, the kids won't have eaten until damn near eleven.
Yeah. The tongue and I are going up to the pub.
It was Dame Van Winkle's tongue that sent Rip up the mountains where he went to sleep. It was Dame Van Winkle's tongue that Rip feared when he realized he had spent the night in the mountains. And it was "comfort" that came over him after learning that Dame Van Winkle and her tongue had died during his twenty-year slumber.
But what about Dame Van Winkle? What happened to her? All we know is that the house was in shambles when Rip found it after the sleep and that Dame Van Winkle died a couple of years before Rip woke up. And, on brand, she died from a blood vessel bursting while giving a New England peddler a tongue-lashing.
Tongue or not, it's safe to say that Dame Van Winkle spent at least fifteen years wondering Where TF Rip at?! I feel like Irving did Dame Van Winkle dirty; and for that reason, I'm not too fond of the tale. But I love the way it was told.
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When I hear the word "nerd," the thing that comes to mind is someone deeply entrenched in an item's information. Then I picture Lewis from Revenge of the Nerds. Then, as my thoughts continue to race, I imagine computers, comic books, Dungeons and Dragons, and all four seasons of The IT Crowd.
When I was reading my dictionary and came across the word "nerd", I was slightly taken aback by the definition. "A gauche person." Thanks to the last great American dynasty, the word gauche is present in the consciousness, so I am aware of the adjective's definition. Using substitution property, a person lacking in ease and grace of manner, awkward and tactless, is – by definition - a nerd.
What caught my attention was the lack of reference to genius. Nerds are almost always represented as highly intelligent, brainy, brilliant people. However, according to ole Oxy, what made one a nerd was not the brain, but the behavior.
Which made me wonder... were Compton rap group Niggas With Attitudes or NWA nerds?
We know that NWA were without ease or grace of manner. Admittedly, everywhere they went, they f*cked up the program and made people say "damn." Were they awkward? Well, that would depend on which definition is used. If definition number one – difficult to handle, use, or deal with – is used, then the answer is yes. Tactless? Again to the definition and again yes, because tact is the skill of avoiding giving offense, and we know NWA is missing that.
Looking at the data, I have to conclude, by definition, that NWA was a bunch of nerds.