Just because it isn’t racism doesn’t mean it’s not discrimination.

Jaleel White (Urkle)

I have never been hired for a job when I wore eyeglasses to the interview. I have always been hired when I wore contact lenses instead.

The same statistics apply to my dating life.

Glasses = no date or girlfriend. With contact lenses…perhaps success was not guaranteed, but at least there were successes.

When I was growing up, my younger brother was popular and well-liked by guys and girls alike. I was an outcast, and the god’s honest truth is I spent much of my time hanging out with my brother’s friends because for the most part, I didn’t have friends of my own. My brother was regarded as good at sports, whereas I was picked last for every single team event gym class had to offer. My brother never needed glasses; I did.

When I was in high school, a girl once asked me:

Your dad and your brother are really cute! …what happened to you?

(If you’re wondering, my father does not wear glasses.)

One is tempted to blame my classmates for the way I was treated, but I submit to you that my classmates are blameless. They were taught to view glasses-wearers a certain way.

Clark KentSupermanStuttering, nervous and insignificant news reporter Clark Kent wears glasses. His alter ego, Superman, who rescues women and stops bullets, does not. Downtrodden and clumsy Peter Parker, who slouches his shoulders and becomes tongue-tied around women, wears

glasses. The hero Spider-man, who can win a high school cafeteria fight without throwing a single punch, does not.

peter-parkerSpiderman

Quiet, unassuming watchmaker Gabriel Gray of the Heroes ensemble wears glasses. The villain Sylar, who is nigh unstoppable and takes what he wants without asking, does not wear glasses.

Jerry Seinfeld, the hero of his own iconic sitcom, does not wear glasses (at least not in the show). His loser friendGeorge Castanza, who deliberately or accidentally sabotages every single job or relationship, wears glasses all the time. Mutual friend Elayne Benes, who is sometimes socially awkward and sometimes relatively normal, sometimes wears glasses. (Go figure.)

George CostanzaJerry SeinfeldI think these women would be pretty good looking if they weren’t wearing glasses.

–Jerry Seinfeld, “The Glasses“, Seinfeld, NBC, aired May 30th, 1993.

Do you think perhaps that glasses are a sign of intelligence? I urge you to reconsider. Jimmy Neutron, boy genius, does not wear glasses. His sidekick Carl Wheezer, wears glasses though, and is described as “nervous, timid and suffering from hypochondria”.

CarlJimmy NeutronOne major annoyance wearing glasses is that one cannot also wear sunglasses — at least, not and retain some shred of dignity, unless you shell out major money for prescription sunglasses or eyeglasses which change shade to match your environment.

And I confess to you, my biggest concern when putting on a pair of sunglasses is not protecting my eyes from the sun (although that is also a factor, particularly with eyes as light as mine), but vanity.

Someone in sunglasses is much cooler than someone without them.

Bad to the bone.

Bad to the bone.

For your consideration, I submit to you Ahnold in the glory of his Terminator 2 days, complete with motorcycle, leather jacket, and shotgun, while “Bad to the Bone” plays in the soundtrack. This objet d’art would not be complete with a dark pair of sunglasses, even in the dark of night.

Just imagine this fearsome terminator wearing a large pair of spectacles instead and see whether he inspires the same fear and awe — I think not.

So far I’ve just been citing examples and letting you make up your mind. But does the issue go any deeper?

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Perhaps part of the reason sunglasses make you look “tougher” is because they mask those windows.

In behind-the-scenes footage, actor Lawrence Fishburne admitted to deliberately removing his sunglasses for the semi-truck fight scene with an Agent in The Matrix: Reloaded. His reasoning? He wanted his character to appear more vulnerable, in part to reprise his near-fatal beating in the first movie, for which he also lost the shades.

If showing your eyes makes you appear more vulnerable, and hiding them less so, what does that say about prescription glasses? They have one of two effects on your appearance:

They can make your eyes look tiny and distant, or larger and bug-eyed. Next time you’re chatting with a friend in spectacles, take a moment to see how his or her appearance is distorted.

Either way, it makes you look more vulnerable.

Before we conclude, take a moment to glance over this article. Look at each pair of pictures. In each pair, you’ll find a bumbling doofus and one suave hero. Which is which? And what’s the most obvious difference between them?

matrix-reloaded-neo-glassesIf you wear glasses, you’re a nerd, dork, dweeb, loser, or victim. You can’t wear sunglasses to be bad to the bone like the terminator or the savior of two worlds like Neo.

Heroes like Superman, Batman, and Spider-man don’t need glasses to save lives. Geniuses like Jimmy Neutron don’t need glasses. Comedians like Jerry Seinfeld don’t need glasses.

If you want to play the part of the bumbling sidekick, though, be prepared to don a pair of onerous frames.

And if you’re forced to wear them in reality, be prepared to be relegated to the part of bumbling sidekick.

Yikes…

I haven’t posted since September? Ouch.

All I can say is that at the moment, work is kicking my ass. I mean my day-job work, not the work I’d rather be doing (writing).

That said, I need to make an effort to buckle down and finish my personal goals also.

Error

broken_computerInstall Windows Update >

Blue screen of death.

Reboot > Blue screen of death.

:Repeat: x4 days

4th Safe Mode attempt = Success. 19th Restore attempt = success.

Moved apartments.

Reboot > Blue Screen of Death x814

Reinstall all RAM

Success

Windows Update > Reboot > Blue Screen

: Repeat

/test all RAM 1 stick at a time, multiple slots

/Fail
/Fail
/Fail
/Fail

/Tear hair; lose weight; wake up on the street

/Reinstall Windows

:Fail:Repeat: Files not found on source disc

/Format C:

!Success

/Install Windows

/Fail
/Fail
/Fail
/Fail

^~^ Switch discs

/Install Windows

!SUCCESS~!

Begin systematically replacing all drivers and settings and personal files.

[Terrified of reboot]

Short answer:

Novel way behind.

But…but…

Patience Girl

Jason,

Unfortunately, the fall 588 class is restricted to MFA students only.  The spring 588 is open to community members with permission of the instructor.

If you would not feel too out of place, you might try one of the intermediate or advanced undergraduate fiction classes, Eng 388 or 488. Many students in them try writing speculative fictions.

Best,

It’s just as well, I guess, considering I couldn’t afford it anyway. This will give me time to save up for the spring.

Poorest Customer Service Ever = Worst Move Experience Ever

BoxesIf you thought moving was painful, try it sometime with an anterior wedge fracture and a herniated disc. But setting aside my own self pity for the nonce, it’s been even more fun dealing with the moving company.

As of Thursday, our move day was scheduled for Saturday. The next step in the process between them and us was they were supposed to call us Friday to tell us what time we would see them Saturday.

No call ever came.

By 4 PM Friday, Megan called the only number we had for them, where she was getting voicemail only for a lady named Gloria.

By this morning, which is our move day, we had left three messages and heard nothing back.

By 9:15 I was on the internet looking for alternate numbers to this company. I found one.

I hold for 15 minutes.

Operator: How may I direct your call?

Jason: I do not know how you may direct my call, our move day is today and we have neither seen nor heard from the movers. I have a confirmation number. I read the confirmation number.

Operator: Please hold.

I hold for ten more minutes.

Operator: It appears there was a mixup in the paperwork.

Jason: What kind of ‘mixup’?

Operator: (continuing as if he hadn’t spoken) We don’t have anyone we can dispatch today. Can I schedule something for tomorrow?

Jason: My move is today.

Operator: Well, we don’t have anyone who can be there today. Not even this evening.

Jason: Fine, schedule something for tomorrow. What kind of mixup was there?

Operator: You’ll have to call [company name]. (Note that this is who I thought I was on the phone with.) We’re just the carrier, you’ll have to take it up with the company.

Jason: Fine.

I  call the number provided, which, by the way, does not match the number we were given as a contact number.

I’m placed on hold for 10 minutes.

Dispatcher: Dispatch!

Jason: Today is our move day but we’ve neither seen nor heard from anyone.

Dispatcher: Let me transfer you to that department… (What ‘department’?)

I now hold for THIRTY MORE MINUTES before anyone picks up.

Customer Service Rep: Thank you for calling customer service, my name is ________, how may I help you today?

I attempted to demonstrate considerable restraint by keeping my tone calm and cusswords out of my vocabulary.

Jason: Our move day… is … today. We…have…not…seen…or…heard…from…our…movers. (See? I did it. Although I think some of my teeth may now be ground into a fine powder.)

Confirmation number is given.

CSR: Alright, let me call the carrier and see what’s going on with that.

The CARRIER? That’s who I was JUST on the phone with and told me to call YOU. Before I can object, though, I’m placed on hold…for FIFTEEN MORE MINUTES.

CSR: Okay, I’m going to send them an email, it seems like the line is busy. (Gee, ya think?)

I’m placed on hold again for 10 more minutes.

CSR: Sir, did you, or your wife, just call them and reschedule for tomorrow?

Jason: I just called them. I do not want to reschedule for tomorrow, but they told me there was no other option.

CSR: Let me see.

I’m placed on hold for another five minutes.

CSR: There’s no way we can get to your move today, not even later this evening.

Jason: Fine. (Even though it isn’t.)

CSR: Will that work for you?

Jason: No, but what choice do I have?

CSR: I’ll speak to my manager about getting you some compensation. The movers will be out there between 9 and 10 AM tomorrow.

You mean like they were supposed to be today? I think I’ve heard this song before.

Jason: Fine. Can we expect a call?

CSR: They’ll call you between 7 and 8 AM tomorrow morning.

You mean like they were supposed to call today?

Jason: What kind of mixup was there?

CSR: Sometimes, what happens is, if a move takes longer than it’s supposed to, it can push your move back.

Note that she didn’t say this IS what happened. What happened is they LOST our paperwork for the move, but she doesn’t want to admit that. So instead I get this “sometimes what happens is…”

Jason: If that’s what happened, we should have been called and informed immediately.

CSR: I agree, sir, but all I can do now is apologize.

Jason: Fine. I’m angry, but thank you for your help.

Our paperwork from the move company arrived in the mail. Scheduled move date on the form?

Today. August 8th.

It must be the fault of the driver right in front of me.

traffic-jamThis post is dedicated to the kindly gentleman driving behind me last night in a white chevy pickup truck down I-40 Westbound. It is abundantly evident that the best part of you dribbled forgotten down the curve of your mother’s thigh until it was smeared away the next morning.

Traffic had backed up as many as 6 miles on I-40 at an average speed of no more than a two miles per hour. The white chevy pickup was behind me in the far left lane…directly in front of me was a chain-smoking cop with the admirable patience not to flip on his bluelights and take to the shoulder.

Now it just so happens that when I’m in a traffic jam, I don’t prefer to hump the arse of the car preceding me, or follow it like some terrified little girl clinging to her mother’s skirts. I would venture to say this is doubly true when the vehicle in question is government issue.

The genius behind me, however, had the brilliant notion of honking at me every time I allowed more than half a car length between myself and my former brother-in-blue. When I checked my rearview mirror, the chevy driver further punctuated his impatience with a series of “get on with it” gestures, urging me to inch forward until I was again bumper to bumper with the cruiser. Before long, he was making the sign for “crazy” and giving me the finger. I must compliment him not only on his common sense, but brilliant negotiating skills. Insulting people is clearly the best method for bringing someone around to your point of view.

Let me provide you with a dollar’s worth of free advice, because that’s just the kind of guy I am: When your average speed is two miles per hour, it makes no difference whatsoever whether you follow the car in front of you immediately every inch, applying your breaks every two-point-five seconds, or stopping completely for fifteen minutes while a half mile opens before you, and then closing the half-mile in the next few seconds.

To further illustrate my point, let me educate you, Chevy driver. Had you slammed into me at full speed and therefore forced me to plow into the officer’s vehicle, I could be held liable for not following at a safer distance. If you’re in bumper to bumper traffic, and a car behind you pushes you into the car ahead, it’s your fault for not leaving a bigger gap. Write that down, folks.

Whenever I did close the gap, I gave my friend pickup driver a thumb’s up and a huge grin. Terrific! We moved ahead four whole inches! Thank GOD I hurried to close the gap, or who knows what tragedy might have befallen us? We might have had to wait the exact same amount of time!

It was two hours of virtually standstill traffic until we discovered the source of the congestion: An 18-car pileup AND an additional 15-car pileup involving a tractor-trailer — twenty-eight total vehicles involved. Emergency personnel had closed off three lanes and routed the fourth lane off the highway and back on for one exit.

The accident was reported on the radio this morning. The cause? Drivers following each other too closely.

Go figure.