Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Amusing Ourselves to Death Analysis | Really Random Writings

          Had a fantastic English teacher this last semester, someone who really pushed me to become a better writer. I've never really struggled in an English class until now, which I guess goes to show that it's never good to get too comfortable with a subject, as there will always be areas for improvement. Anyway, fantastic teacher, and she had several articles written by various authors on a number of subjects. I was particularly impressed with one of the pieces by a certain Neil Postman, entitled "Amusing Ourselves to Death," a critical description of average American's abuse of the television, and the consequences of such actions. I though it was phenomenal both in how it was though out and how it was articulated. I wrote an analysis of the paper, exploring the pathos, ethos, and logos he used in conveying his points. Enjoy.



Neil Postman





Analysis of Postman’s “Amusing Ourselves to Death”
Cody L MacCabe
English 201 Section 51
Ms. Thompson
Feb 06, 2013



Abstract
In his paper “Analysis of Postman’s ‘Amusing Ourselves to Death,’” Cody MacCabe shows the strengths of Neil Postman’s speech at the 1984 Frankfurt Germany Book Fair. Cody introduces the theme of Postman’s talk and summarizes the author’s arguments, as well as offering examples of the author’s use of statistics and logic to effectively make his comparison. Also included in the analysis is a look at the credibility of both Postman himself and Huxley’s book. After specifically scrutinizing Postman’s comparison of today’s world to the societal situation portrayed in Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, combined with the sobering feeling that is left with Postman’s target audience, Cody is lead to believe that Postman makes a phenomenal case for backing up his claims.



Analysis of Postman’s “Amusing Ourselves to Death”
30 years ago in America, the average American child spent well over half of a year in front of the television before ever entering school. That amount had more than tripled by the end of high school. Neil Postman, founder of the New York University graduate program in media ecology and Chairman of the Department of Culture and Communication, uses these facts, as well as others, to make a chilling comparison of America’s love affair with television to the situation described in the #5 best English-language novel of the 20th century, Brave New World. The basis of this book is a fictional setting in which people become slaves to their appetite for entertainment and pleasure. In making this comparison, Postman effectively communicates his claims as the logic of his argument, his own credibility and the credibility of his point of reference, as well as the emotions involved as the implications of his claims resound within the minds of a reasonable audience.


Summary
Neil Postman, Chairman of the Department of Culture and Communication, asserts in his speech “Amusing Ourselves to Death” that America is increasingly fulfilling Huxley’s 1931 prophesy that people will become slaves to their own desire to be entertained. First and foremost, he helps the reader understand the reason Huxley wrote Brave New World. Postman argues that rather than living in an Orwellian government-controlled society, Huxley feared there would be no need for government control, as the people could be perfectly controlled through their own appetite for pleasure. And what, Postman asks, is the source of today’s pleasurable predicament? The Television. He states startling statistics from the previous year’s Nielsen Report on Television to expose what he sees as America’s granting of television sovereignty over all of our institutions. Postman contends that the problem with the television isn’t that TV presents entertaining subject matter, but that it presents all subject matter as entertainment. He further explains that today’s TV news shows aren’t as interested in public information as they are with visual interest. Politicians clamor at the chance to appear on non-political shows. Even religion can be entertaining when God Himself takes a backseat to the image of the preacher. Postman concludes with a sobering statement that America is the world’s first culture that is in jeopardy of amusing itself to death, and a question as to an antidote in a matter where our philosophers have yet to give us guidance.


Logos
Neil Postman writes an effective narrative of the effects of television in America because he compares our current situation to Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, where entertainment and pleasure, rather than compulsion, was used to rule over people. His choice of reference is key in speaking to this particular audience, as said book is #5 on the list of the 100 best English-language novels of the 20th century. To someone who understands the effects of Huxley’s hallucinogen soma, it is in no ways illogical to see television as a modern-day soma. This allows him to make logical connections with his audience that may have otherwise proved ineffective. More importantly, the proper audience will know of the potentially disastrous long-term effects it could have on a society. The use of Brave New World is the keystone that holds up the rest of Postman’s argument to scrutiny. However, there is a single danger to Postman in using Brave New World as reference.

The danger he faces in using Brave New World as a reference is in convincing his audience that he knows Huxley’s underlying message in the book. How does he know that Huxley’s fear was not that truth would be concealed, but that it would be “drowned in a sea of irrelevance?” He claims that Huxley’s fear was not of banned books, but that no one would want to read. (Postman 1984/2013, p. 449) The audience has to logically reason that the American television trend is comparable to Huxley’s Brave New World’s pleasure pandemic. But how does he know what Huxley’s intentions were in writing the book? To anyone looking to disbelieve his reasoning, this would be the Achilles heel of Postman’s argument. However, to his target audience, a single line of explanation erases any doubt that Postman does in fact understand Huxley’s intentions. “As Huxley remarked in Brave New World Revisited, freedom lovers who are ever on the alert to oppose tyranny have ‘failed to take into account man’s almost infinite appetite for distractions.’” To the assembly to which he is speaking, making the connection that TV is a distraction, and comparable to the Brave New World situation is in no way, shape, or form illogical. An understanding that we as humans seek to be entertained or distracted from the pressures of life is quite logical, and those who disagree would still need to seriously consider his claims before rejecting his reasoning.

            He does combat other potential criticism of his article quite well, backing up potentially arguable statements with logic and statistics. For example, he states that “America is engaged in the world’s most ambitious experiment to accommodate itself to the technological distractions made possible by the electric plug,” a rather bold statement in many situations (p. 449). He supports that claim with statistics from the 1983 Nielsen Report on Television, a credible source that many people will trust, and the statistics presented will likely provoke the desired reaction. He makes another statement which, depending on the audience, could fall perilously close to a slippery slope, claiming that the danger behind television is that “television is transforming all serious public business into junk” (p. 449). First, his claim that there is danger involved in television at all may be unbelievable. And secondly, he must convince his audience that all serious public business on television is in fact, junk. However, by citing everything from the “talking hair-dos” that report our news, the “Las Vegas stage show” formerly known as religion, and the appearances of politicians on non-political shows that can be presented so entertainingly on television (p. 450-51), only the harshest of critics can deny his claims. The audience to which he is speaking already clearly understands the effect of the society’s wonder weakness in Brave New World. Postman cannot make it any more plain that television not only can, but actually is doing the exact same thing to our society. He’s proven his logic to be sound, and his conclusions to be fair. His case is very strong, assuming the audience is not glued to the television.


Ethos
Not only does Postman have strong evidence for his argument, but he carries with him a sense of strong credibility. He is a well-educated man, having had studied at the State University of New York and Columbia University. He connects well with his intended audience, clearly showing throughout his paper that he is knowledgeable on the subject of television in America, and he uses as a comparison to his argument a fictional story that has been declared to be one of the 100 Best English-language Novels of the 20th Century; Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World. Throughout his paper, though Postman makes statements that could turn the wrong audience off, his credibility with the audience allows him to make potentially dicey statements. He references “America’s consuming love affair with television,” something that would make some simply snort in disgust (p. 449). However, when he cites statistics from 1983 Nielsen Report on Television, he not only connects well with the right audience, but perhaps built a bridge to most reasonable critics or doubters. It is hard to argue against the fact that the only activity of the age that youth spent more time engaged in than watching television, was sleeping (p. 449). Though that fact alone is troubling, the problem is compounded by his further claims.

            It is not a light accusation to say that television is transforming all serious public business into junk. News stories rarely take more than 45 seconds of our time, and the “talking hair-dos” chat informally with each other. Religion has been made as theatrical as any Broadway performance, because television can make it fun. Philadelphia schools have experimented with rock music as a method of delivering information to students. Politicians are eager to make appearances on non-political television shows. Drama in court and even in the operating room is being broadcast live, to entertainment worshipers everywhere (p. 450-51). To the wrong audience, he would be on shaky ground without some of these serious examples to back up his claims. The evidence that he lays out gives him great credibility with his audience. He states that the purpose behind television is entertainment, to which his target audience, indeed most people, would agree. Americans love to be entertained. And that is exactly why he references Brave New World, a futuristic society in which the people are controlled not through force, but through pleasure.

He gains incredible credibility by associating his argument with a renowned hypothetical situation that many people understand and respect. His logical arguments and powerful use of reference to Brave New World gives Postman an airtight case, as far as ethos is concerned. This was a very shrewd move on Postman’s part. It is evident that he knows the material that he is talking about. He makes logic connections that most reasonable people would accept. And, he uses a well-known and respected example to explain what he sees as a problem. While doubters and critics may not agree with the conclusions Postman has drawn, they would be hard pressed to undermine his ethos. While much of his argument relies on facts and the credibility with which he can back his claims, the height of his argument comes because of the sobriety that his message conveys.


Pathos
The gravity of the topic is something that most people can appreciate. He sets forth in his paper a tone that to his intended audience, and those familiar with the book, brings a sense of sobriety, perhaps even a touch of fear. Postman’s argument and the demeanor he uses instills the reader with a realization of the abuse of pleasure, or rather, the television, in today’s world. The average American household has its TV on 7 hours a day, and the average child watches over 5,000 hours of television before they ever get to school (p. 449). We of our own free will and choice are allowing this to happen. Even a cynic would likely spend some time seriously pondering the implications of this claim, and it is this sense of uncertainty of how far we are on our way to our own brave new world that makes this piece have such a powerful pull on the emotions of the reader.

            The reader will likely reflect on our societal situation as Postman capably explains that our serious business here in America is being turned into junk because of the television. Politics and religion are becoming increasingly promoted by way of television, meant to entertain. Traditionally serious ministers of religion are “often driven to adopting a show business style.” It is not odd to see powerful political figures showing up all over the television grid (p. 451). How are people to feel when the realization that nothing is still serious when viewed through the small window of the television? Can they be anything less than concerned? While they might not agree with the conclusion drawn by Postman, they would be hard pressed to deny that television has made its way into almost every nook and cranny in the lives of people around the globe.

            Depending on the audience, Postman may either have a fantastic argument or no case at all. Postman makes a great use of his reference to Brave New World to instill his audience with a sense of reflection at the state that we as a society are in, and where this course will lead us. While he does cite extensively what he sees as cultural consequences of television, he will have to assume that the audience draws the same conclusions, or makes the same links in the chain of reason that he does, and more importantly, that his audience will assume he knows Huxley’s intentions behind Brave New World. Again, cynics may not agree with his conclusions, but for his intended audience, the grim note that Postman ends on only accentuates his logic, and aids his credibility, leaving the audience with a deafening silence that only the sound of television can fill.


Conclusion
            Postman made a brilliant choice in choosing Brave New World as his comparison to the entertainment epidemic he saw in 1984 when he wrote “Amusing Ourselves to Death.” His already established ethos was further elevated as Brave New World is likely to be well-recognized by the audience to which he was speaking. The implication of the Brave New World situation occurring right under our noses provokes a thoughtful reader to consider the situation in which we find ourselves in. Many sobering emotions will be pondered by someone open to such ideas. And finally, Postman powerfully uses logos, through facts of our society and statistics cited to support his claim that America is in danger of its own infinite appetite for entertainment. While to an audience of doubters, his claims may not hold water, but Postman effectively used a blend of Pathos, Ethos, and Logos to convince his target audience that American media is indeed turning us towards a brave new future.



References
Postman, N.  (1984/2013). Amusing ourselves to death. In R. Seamons (Ed.) The way of  wisdom (pp. 448-453). Rexburg, ID: BYU–Idaho. Retrieved from http://ilearn.byui.edu


Friday, May 10, 2013

Stones | Really Random Writings

        When I was nineteen years old, I volunteered for two years as a missionary for my church. Fukuoka, Japan was a place I had never heard of before, but was excited to be assigned to. Frankly, there was nothing on earth that could have prepared me for what I was getting into, as I think most of the young men and women in my situation would agree with. However, I had a little something more to deal with than simply learning a new language, preparing to live in a different country for almost two years, and reaching the high standards expected of missionaries; I was terribly sick for about two of the two and a half months I spent in the center responsible for training us missionaries. Two days after I got to my first assignment in Japan, I wound up in the hospital getting my appendix, and three calcified stones that had formed inside my appendix, removed. I only remember bits and pieces of what happened throughout that day. After I woke up from the surgery, I was able to piece some of the day's events back together. And here's what I remember from surgery in a foreign country. As much of a difficult experience as it was, that first experience in the hospital ended up being one of my favorite mission experiences.



           Gray fog filled the room, so thick I could only see dim shapes moving around me. I was lying down; bound. I couldn't move. I wanted to panic, to release myself from my restraints, but I didn't have the energy to accomplish such a task. As oxygen screamed to my brain, the fog began to lift, and humanoid forms emerged. I heard voices and struggled to tune in. The words seemed so foreign. As I strained to understand, I heard a familiar voice, though I couldn't identify the speaker. I turned towards the voice, and as if triggered by my movement, the dim shapes I had sensed earlier drew around me. What they intended for me, I could only speculate. Terror blossomed in the deepest corners of my being, and forced its way out of my throuate in the form of a scream.
            “Cody….Cody….CODY!”
I recognized the word. My own name. A large hand was placed on my chest, restraining me from thrashing about in panic.  The fear inside of me slowly died, and I tried to respond, finding that I could move, though slowly, as if struggling through water. I began to wonder how I had gotten into whatever situation I was in. “Wahh...” My throat was parched, but I found that was the least of my worries. I felt a dull pain throughout my stomach, and wondered where the train that had run over a foreign missionary was… WAIT! I was a missionary! I knew that. I was sure of it!  Before I could muse over this new development, I heard the voice again.
            “Cody, you’re ok. It’s over.” It? That explanation did me a lot of good. “You’ve had a rough time of it kid, just relax now.”  I blinked, and the fog lifted to reveal a masked face with glasses jammed over the bridge of a rather large nose. “Cody, its Elder Hicks.” The voice sounded slightly muffled due to the white surgical mask over his mouth. I looked at the guy hanging over me, and tried to remember where I’d seen him or how I knew him, for I was sure that I did.
            Me lying down…surgical masks…gowns…I had never been accused of being very good at math, but even I could see what this was adding up to. Never before had I been hospitalized, and wasn’t quite sure that I liked the situation. I couldn’t even remember why I was there. As I searched for anything that would explain my predicament, I looked again to “Elder Hicks.”
            Now I remembered. My memory took me back. How far, I didn’t have a clue. Everything was blurred and fragmented as if my memory had somehow been smeared by outside forces. 
          Pain. Pain beyond anything I had ever experienced. My abdominal muscles convulsed, bile rose in my throat, and an explosion of pain erupted as though an abdominal volcano had erupted. Exhaustion overcame me as I fell back onto the gurney...
          The scene changed. I was sitting in a chair, slouched with arms folded on a table, trying to listen to…two voices? “…which would explain why you were sick for two months. They need to…” I understood Elder Hicks voice, yet the next sounded foreign. Maybe that’s why I didn’t understand what was being said.
            “Haiyaku mouchyou wo setsujyo suru hitsuyo ga arimasu yo.” 
            “Ok, Cody, it looks like they’re going to need to remove it, and fast. They’re going to operate, probably within 2 hours…” Remove what? Operate?? I was in a foreign country!
            Another memory flashed into being. All I could see was the tunnel of white coming towards me. I went into it feet first. Another flash. I was lying on my back, and being wheeled into a room with black and white pictures hung all around, with lights behind to reveal skeletal structures. X-rays. A technician stood above me and operated the complex machinery. A heavy weight was placed on me for reasons that I couldn’t understand as he prepared to beam high energy light through my body to expose my bones. Why was I here?
           Another memory. “Ok Cody, the ultrasound is done. They’re going to take you into a room in the back and put you in a bed.” Again the scene shifted. “They’ll hook you up to an I.V. and take some blood samples. They’ll let me stay here to translate, so you’re gonna be fine.” Fine? The pain in my stomach was consistent, I was sure, with a stab wound. It tormented me for the last two months, and seared my abdomen as I heard this news. They had found something, and now I was going to a back room to be hooked up to machines that would regulate my body’s every function. The pain in my stomach again spiked as I realized the implications. Why didn’t the pain stop? I was just stressed, that’s all. I had had stomach pain before, and I had never gone to the hospital for it. In fact, I had never been to the hospital before for anything.
            The pain continued to build until I wanted to bawl from the agony. “Cody, are you alright?” There was the voice again. I found myself in the back room hooked up to an I.V. which I was unceremoniously stuck with after they drew blood. The pain in my lower abdomen caused tears to roll down off my face and onto the bed. “Cody, I’m going to talk to the doctor, see if we can get you some drugs for the pain.” An Asian face peered over me and blabbered something unrecognizable to me. “Cody, this is the Stake President. He signed the paperwork to get you into the hospital, so the hospital is now allowed to give you some drugs for the pain and to run further tests. We’re also trying to get a hold of your parents, let them know what happened. You might be here for longer than we thought, so we’ll need their approval and to keep them updated on your condition.”
            My flashback ended with one final scene. I was in a waiting room, dressed in a white shirt and tie. A friend of mine had tagged along, bringing with him someone to introduce. I had bigger worries on my mind, such as why had we driven up to the emergency room, but I tried to be polite as I was introduced to Elder Hicks. “I know what you’re going through, I’ve had mine out too. It’s not bad, and you get some cool scars. Why, when I went to the hospital…” I tuned out as I realized that I was probably going to be hospitalized in a foreign country 3 days after getting there. Not the best start to the two-year adventure that I had been looking forward to for my far too short 19-year existence.
            I yanked my mind back to reality after hearing the now familiar voice of Elder Hicks, who had been with me since the beginning of this mess. “…and they think that you’re lucky and aren’t infected. Its called peritonitis, real nasty infection, and they don’t know how you missed it. I told them that you had been in pain for two months. The calcified stones wore holes in your appendix, and so basically the stuff in your appendix dripped into your body for two months. They’re scratching their heads over this one. Forget the infection, you’re lucky to still be here.”

            You never realize how precious something is until you come close to losing it.

            Almost a week later, with bail posted I was out of the hospital, never to return. Or so I thought. “You’ll love being here in this section of the city! The missionaries are great, and our outreach center for the youth is fantastic!” I couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiasm of the elderly gentleman driving. I also couldn’t stop staring out at the new world like a kid in the window of a candy store. “And we’ll be putting you right work. We wanted to keep you with us for a couple of weeks, but the President, he…” The rambling continued even after we pulled up to an apartment with peeling paint and what must have been an entire squadron of bikes.
             “Oh, I’ll be alright thanks.” I tried not to take offense to the elderly, yet animated missionary offering to assist me up the stairs. If I could survive almost a week in a foreign hospital full of Japanese nurses, by golly I could get up three flights of stairs under my own power.
Ten minutes later as we entered the apartment I wondered if I should have taken him up on his generous offer.