Friday, September 13, 2013

Taking back "The Catcher in the Rye"

From Wikipedia:

“Mark David Chapman (born May 10, 1955) is an American prison inmate who was convicted for murdering John Lennon on December 8, 1980. Chapman shot Lennon outside The Dakota apartment building in New York City. Chapman fired at Lennon five times, hitting him four times in his back. Chapman later remained at the scene reading J. D. Salinger's novel The Catcher in the Rye until the police arrived and arrested him. Chapman repeatedly said that the novel was his statement.”

The bastard.

Chapman didn't just murder Lennon. In a strange way, for me at least, he murdered “The Catcher in the Rye” as well. I have loved that book since I was a teenager, but up until a few days ago, I just couldn't bring myself to touch it again. Not since December 8, 1980. I just couldn't get the image out of my head of Lennon, sprawled on the ground in front of the Dakota bleeding to death, Yoko screaming, and Chapman, smiling in his madness, reading “The Catcher in the Rye” quietly while the approaching sirens got louder and louder.

The book was “his statement”.

Damn him. Damn his madness. Damn his pretentious irrational statement. 

Chapman completely co-opted one of the most meaningful books of my youth. A book that touched me deeply like few others did, before or since. A book of a sad, confused, sometimes angry, sometimes heartbroken, overly empathetic, overly critical young man whose only way of dealing with the “phoniness” of the society he lived in was to shut down, seize upon absurd self-made fantasies, and passively aggressively refuse to participate.

It was a book that I related to on so many levels. Especially in my youth. Even now it affects me, in a toned-down, beaten-down-but-not-out sorta way.

A few minutes ago, I finished reading “The Catcher in the Rye” again. It took me 33 years.

Lennon is dead. There’s nothing that can be done about that. But I decided that it was past time for me to take my copy of the book away from Mark David Chapman and call it my own again.

The character of Holden Caulfield might have been beyond screwed up, but in his heart was an innate goodness that prevailed over everything. I refuse to believe that he had the capacity to cause harm to anyone. Ever. The character seems that real to me.

Chapman, I knew Holden Caulfield. Holden Caulfield was a friend of mine. Mr. Chapman, you’re no Holden Caulfield.

Or at least you aren't the only one.

There are millions of us.

If you want to know the truth.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

How to Paint a Door. Final Step: Painting


  • A gallon of primer (your choice of colors)
  • A gallon of oil-based (not latex!) paint (your choice of colors)
  • Balloons
  • Cake
  •  Party hats
  • Blowtorch
  •  Beer

The end is almost near! Perhaps early congratulations are in order! You’re almost there, my friend. Simply gather together the items listed above and prepare to dazzle your neighbors with your newly restored and painted masterpiece of a back door. All that’s left to do is prime it and paint it. It’s easy, and it’s all downhill from here.

First off, a word of advice. Many so-called professional painters use a tray of some kind to pour the paint in, and drop-cloths to protect the ground around the painting area from accidental splashes and drops of paint. Seriously? For a job that’s going to take 30 minutes, max? If you have the time and the patience, go right ahead and follow their lead. They are the “professionals” after all. However, for those of us who have better things to do than watch paint dry, let’s just cut to the chaise lounge and get this job done for once and for all. Are you with me?

Before you get started, grab a beer or two and relax for awhile on the backyard swing. Between beers, pretend you’re a rock star and play “Stairway to Heaven” over and over again on your out-of-tune electric guitar. Make sure the volume control on your amplifier goes all the way to 11.

When you're ready, invite all of the children on your street to a backyard party at your house. Promise them “horsey rides” or “bouncy houses” or some such nonsense to inspire them to come. If you don’t have the time or energy to hire a horse, give them rides on your riding lawn mower. For a bouncy house, unravel your garden hoses and strew them around the floor of your cluttered shed. They can try bouncing on those if they feel inspired.

After that, put on your party hat and use a manual crank-style can opener to open the can of primer. If the children throw a tantrum and demand cake, simply tell them that they’ll get their gol-dern cake after the door has been painted and not a moment before. Try saying “gol-dern” in a funny accent to entertain them.

It’s time to mix the primer. Drop a handful of loose change into the gallon can, making sure the coins go down deep. Then say something like, “Oh my goodness! I’ve dropped my money in the milk! Who can get it out for me?” Expect many excited volunteers to come running to help. Give each volunteer a chance to reach deep down into the primer, faces scrunched in extreme concentration and tongues sticking out thoughtfully, as they grasp around for your loose change. Soon, all of the coins will be found and your primer will be completely mixed. It’s a win-win situation! (Don’t forget to demand your change back.)

Fill balloons with primer and have a balloon throwing contest with the kids. It’s fun, challenging, and the door gets primed in no time at all. The quality of the work is far superior, believe me, than if you had put paint to brush and painted the door methodically, back and forth, forth and back, in mind-numbing mediocrity. Yes, of course, there will be “spillage” of paint here and there, but hey, it’s a party, remember? Just have fun and worry about the little details another day.

Immediately, do the same with the oil-based paint. It is not necessary to wait for the primer to dry before covering the door with paint. Although oil-based paint takes far longer to dry than traditional latex paint, the results are usually superior to latex in every way. Have the children smash the balloons against the door as hard as they can. If they are unable to reach the higher portions of the door, it may be necessary for you to throw a few balloons of your own, but be careful, as the results can be messy. This is a chore best left to children.

After this has been accomplished, give each of the children a little piece of cake and usher them from your backyard as quickly as possible. Their purpose here is done. Note that it is not necessary to clean them up first, as children are typically messy little creatures, and it's highly unlikely their neglectful  parents will note the paint covering their arms, legs and elsewhere.

Then grab a beer, settle down on the backyard swing, and practice your extreme belching skills.

Now for the fun part. It's time to dry the oil-based paint, and for that we use, you guessed it, the blow torch. Simply light the torch (no protective gear is necessary), and blaze away at the door, taking care to dry the paint but not set the door on fire. This is tricky business, so take your time and don't rush it.

Oh, my. Did you set the door on fire? I told you to be careful. Quickly grab one of the hoses from off of the shed floor, hurry to one of the outside spigots on your home and spray the door with as much water as it takes to stop the flames. If the blaze still won't go out completely, try smothering it with your body. Just hug the door as you would your former girlfriend or boyfriend. As usual, the flames should quickly go out once you touch.

If the door seems to be a total loss, don't be concerned. It is likely to be evening at this point, so clean up if you need to, put on your jammies, take some Ambien, grab a beer and watch TV for awhile. Before nodding off to sleep, get on your knees by the bed and say a prayer that your door will be repaired and beautiful come morning. Pray hard! This door needs to look great!

The next morning, you should wake up refreshed, alert and happy to face the world. Spring out of bed! It's a grand, brand new day. Like a child on Christmas morning, check the status of your door. To enhance the surprise, go through your front door, through your backyard gate, and approach the back door area with your eyes closed. Be careful not to stumble over the dog on your way. Or are they large rats? It's hard to tell in your neighborhood what's running around wild. Either way, approach cautiously, and when you're facing your back door, open your eyes!

Yes! The door looks brand new! And look at that screen! It looks just like it did when you first moved into the house. Your hard work has definitely paid off. Congratulations!

Go reward yourself with a beer on the backyard swing. Close your eyes, put a big smile on your face, and listen to the sounds of the morning. Birds singing. Bees buzzing. The sound of a lawnmower somewhere off in the distance. The screams of your crazy neighbor discovering that someone has replaced his back door with a shower curtain.

Perhaps you should complain soon to someone from your Home Owner's Association about the untidy nature of your neighbor's house. But not right now. It's a beautiful day. Enjoy it!