Thursday, July 31, 2008

Leaving the Right Way


Professor Randy Pausch died last week, after his valiant fight against pancreatic cancer, but not before touching the lives of millions of people with his Last Lecture, which you can view at his website, www.randypausch.com. His talk also led him to write, with Jeffrey Zaslow of the Wall Street Journal, a book entitled “The Last Lecture”, which is now on bestseller lists.
What made Dr. Randy Pausch so beloved by so many people? There are many answers to that question, to be sure. All were moved by his bravery, for surely facing an early death is heartbreakingly sad, yet Dr. Pausch wasn’t asking for sympathy. We all have limited time, he said. It’s just that I know that my time is limited.
Dr. Pausch’s most famous lecture was actually entitled “Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams.” He gave the lecture last September as part of a Last Lecture series held by Carnegie Mellon University in which professors are asked what they would communicate to their audience if it were the last lecture they would ever give. In Dr. Pausch’s case that charge was all too real. And he prefaced it by saying that he really wasn’t doing it for the students of Carnegie Mellon. He was giving this talk for his own three young children.
In this speech, which became an internet phenomenon after it was posted on youtube.com, Dr. Pausch talked about growing up in a family where his dreams were encouraged. He even had a slide showing his childhood bedroom with walls covered in space ship paintings. “Please, for me,” he pleaded, “let your kids paint on their bedroom walls.”
He talked of the importance of dreams, of goals, of being patient with people, of seeing barriers to our dreams as just ways to help us realize how badly we want them. Dr. Pausch said, “The brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out; the brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. The brick walls are there to stop the people who don’t want it badly enough.”

Dr. Pausch also gave a reprise of a speech he used to give during one of his courses concerning time management at the University of Virginia last November. He did it, he said, because a.) he could and b.) he had promised his friend. He talked of the importance of keeping promises, while acknowledging that renegotiating was always an option.
In that speech, he talked about the quadrants of tasks we face in life: there are things that are urgent and not urgent; important and not important. Some things we must do are urgent and important—they usually make it to the top of our To Do lists. Other things are urgent, but not really important—they take up a lot of our time. Still other tasks are not urgent and not important—those can rightly wait their turn. But the most compelling tasks are the ones that are important but not urgent. These can include reading a book to our child; writing a letter to a friend; spending time with our family. There are no bosses to answer to about these things, but these are the things that will ultimately enrich our lives the most.
If Randy Pausch’s life taught us anything, it was the importance of following our dreams and keeping our priorities straight. When he received his prognosis, he left his profession and moved his family to Virginia where they could be near other family members for support after his passing. He then zealously guarded his privacy and his time with his family, leaving them only briefly to give the lecture that has touched so many lives. He did it the right way and his legacy enriches us all.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Doing Dad Proud

If you are a parent, you will remember those first stirrings of parental pride when you watched your progeny up on the stage of their first school play, Christmas pageant, or summer camp production. I know I do. I can even remember their lines! “Be still, gentle cow, and do not moo,” said my son, making sure to take an extra long pause after “cow”, which had me panicked that he had forgotten the rest. And I can never forget my daughter’s many roles onstage, though I must admit that her hilarious portrayal of Mama in “Bye, Bye, Birdie” was my favorite. Those moments of heart-bursting wonder and enjoyment in my children’s performances are treasured memories for me.
So I can only imagine the thrill it must be for a parent to see his son up on a Broadway stage, performing in a musical which that son and his friends have created. I got to see a glimpse of that last Saturday evening, when my daughter, a friend, and I went to see “[title of show]” yet again.
You may, faithful readers, remember my raptures about the show which is about the writing of show, starring Jeff Bowen and Hunter Bell, who are responsible for the music and lyrics and the book, respectively. The show is very “meta”, as they say, and I find myself inspired by Jeff and Hunter’s exploration of the creative process and the joy, pain and rewards of staying true to yourself.
But the real joy of watching the show for the second time was our serendipitous meeting of Hunter’s father, Dr. George Bell of Virginia. Dr. Bell overheard my daughter Liz talking to the person next to her about how much she loves the show, and he couldn’t restrain himself from turning around in his seat and letting us know that he was Hunter’s dad! Talk about a proud papa!
Dr. Bell told us all about opening night, when the cast was in tears at the end of the show. He also told us about the show’s journey from off-Broadway to the Lyceum Theater. It was obvious that he loved his son and was thrilled by his success. And who wouldn’t be?
It was heart-warming to watch Dr. Bell during the show, thoroughly enjoying the production and just aglow with love and pride for his son and his friends, whose talent, hard work, and perseverance had helped them accomplish the dream of a lifetime.
Dr. Bell’s experience was one of unalloyed joy, and as the audience reacted with laughter or tears or applause or, finally, a standing ovation, his smile only grew wider. His son had helped create this marvelous production and had persisted in his efforts to see it reach Broadway. What greater gift could there be for a parent than to see your child achieve his or her dreams? And to be there, at the moment when those years of striving and hard work finally pay off in a moment of triumph for your child—with a standing ovation to boot--for a parent, that is surely a dream come true.
Congratulations, Dr. Bell. Hunter has done you proud.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Deer Camp

One of my favorite places on the planet is Deer Camp, the hunting camp that my grandfather, father, uncle, and brother, as well as many of my cousins have been going to since the 1930's. It sits at the end of a rocky road at the top of a mountain and we non-hunters visit it at least once a year, in early fall, for the annual chicken barbecue. Thank God the outhouse has been supplemented by some indoor facilities. That used to be the worst--having to use the outhouse at Deer Camp! The smell alone could kill you! But we always had fun running through the woods, fishing in the little streams and just hanging out.
When I think of communing with nature, I think of Deer Camp.


Thursday, July 17, 2008

Time Travel Accomplished!

I have been in a time machine. Seriously. I went over to Bethel Woods last month and toured the Museum, and I was a 17-year-old girl again.
The Museum at Bethel Woods is seriously state-of-the-art and world class. It takes its visitors on a trip through the post WWII years, charting every aspect of our Baby Booming lives, from our clothes, media and hairdos through to our politics, civil rights movements and war protests.
It takes us on that journey through time, building to the watershed event of the concert on Max Yasgur’s farm, forever known in the collective cultural shorthand as Woodstock.
And, yes, I really WAS there. You can check the Sullivan County Democrat’s front page for August 21, 1969, when both I and my best friend Richard Bjorklund were commissioned to write our perspectives on the event.
And there, through the magic of the creators of the Bethel Woods
Museum, I was back in those muddy fields listening to the music that fueled our teenage years, reliving the events that changed our lives and experiencing the wonder we felt when we all came together for those three amazing days of peace, love, and music that, through a miracle of happenstance, took place literally in our own backyard.
The Museum’s design is nothing short of brilliant. You wind through it, stopping at video alcoves where you can watch clips on the politics of the fifties and sixties—remember the Chicago 7?—as well as firsthand accounts of those trying to get to the concert, the Hog Farmers who were commissioned to feed the musical masses, and the locals who stepped up to feed all those hungry kids in their backyards.
Then you get to experience the actual feeling of sitting on a hippie bus “goin’ up the country” to the festival, which is fairly amazing. Then it’s on to the muddy fields, in a multimedia experience where you are front row center for some of the more memorable performances of the festival.
Finally, the piece de resistance of the museum is the film shown in a small theater which examines some of the music of that festival and its place in the history of those times. By the end, I found myself blinking away tears for those days when we were so frightfully young and idealistic and ready to change the world with our revolutionary message of peace and love. It was full time machine mode.
I cannot recommend the Museum highly enough. I told my children that if they really wanted to understand who I am and where I came from and what my generation all came through, they need to visit the Museum. It is, in the vernacular of that time, totally groovy.
Visit the Museum’s website at
http://www.bethelwoodscenter.org/museum.aspx. Admission is $13 and is timed. It is open daily all summer, from 10 a.m. -7 p.m. There are special hours on concert days. The Museum will be closed on Saturday, July 26th.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

What the--!


I have no idea what was going through the minds of those in charge at the New Yorker, but their cover this week shows incredibly poor judgment. Yeah, I get it, it's satire, but there are too many people who don't get the joke and will use this to confirm long held prejudices and misinformation. I have already had words with some dear friends of mine who have sent me anti-Obama emails with Obama in a dashiki which I found racist and offensive, asking them to cease and desist. I am sure that this New Yorker cover was like Christmas in July for Rush and the Fox News crusaders. I did think about cancelling my subscription, but the magazine articles are state of the art, so what's to do? Well, I could post a rant on my blog...

Friday, July 11, 2008

[title of show] Rocks!

Last Sunday night my daughter Liz and I went to a preview of a Broadway musical entitled [title of show]. And before this turns into an Abbot and Costello routine, let me quote the show’s blurb. “[title of show] is a musical about two nobodies named Hunter and Jeff who decide to write a completely original musical starring themselves and their attractive and talented ladyfriends, Susan and Heidi. Their musical, [title of show], gets into the New York Musical Theatre Festival, and becomes a hit. Then it gets an off-Broadway production at the Vineyard Theatre, and wins three Obie Awards!”
[title of show] took its name from the form that Hunter Bell and Jeff Bowen had to fill out for the NY Musical Theatre Festival. According to them, it was either that or “Rent with two t’s.” The show is funny, smart, and moving, a paean to musicals, Broadway, fame, and friendship. It celebrates the struggle, joy and pain of remaining true to yourself while trying to create something original.
So the show is about the show. And Jeff and Hunter are Jeff and Hunter in the play, and Heidi Blickenstaff and Susan Blackwell play Heidi and Susan. And, in real life, they are all besties. And the show is about their journey from all that blank paper to words and music, from an apartment to a festival to off Broadway to the Great White Way.
It is a show for anyone who loves musicals, who has ever been on a stage, however small, or who ever put on a show in the backyard when she was a kid.
Internet troller that I am, I had heard about [title of show] when it was downtown, and it sounded interesting, but it was one of those things that I just didn’t get around to doing. You know how it is. Even though Liz and I had a long-running love affair with the off-off Broadway production of “Hedwig and the Angry Inch” and have enjoyed many an offbeat production, what can I say? We were busy!
But then, last week, I got the email from Theater Mania, and I checked out their site, and lo and behold, there was the little engine that could, [title of show]! It was in previews on Broadway (!) and there was a lovely discount available! Irresistible! And so the love affair began.
The real beauty of [title of show] is that Jeff and Hunter have remained true to themselves and their original vision. One song in the play says that “they would rather be nine people’s favorite thing than a hundred people’s ninth favorite thing.” In the Playbill, Hunter says that they realized that a lot of their jokes were self-referential, but it seemed that the most specific they got, the more people loved it. Go figure.
It remains to be seen just how [title of show] will fare on the GWW (Great White Way), but the audience was beyond enthusiastic at our performance. It actually reminded me of the audience at the first time we saw “Rent.” Ninety percent of those in attendance were beyond themselves in raptures, while the other ten percent had wandered in unawares and had no idea what they were watching. I think the show has legs, kids.

Welcome to Lifelines online!

Well, it's about time, I can hear you saying...
I finally decided to try to find my way online and start posting my columns and other random thoughts, which, as you may know, are apt to occur at any time. So I'm starting with last week's column, which appeared in the Sullivan County Democrat's July 11, 2008, issue. I've been writing my column for thirty years and now it's debuting on the internet!