All of you are correct by assuming I’m a great debater. What
does it take to be a great debater? Thanks for asking. It takes being
a philosopher.
I teach a philosophy class at Columbia
University and debates often spark. Other than the whispered debate
amongst students about - how the hell did this weak black woman
(referring to me) get to teach this course, this class dives into - the
mysteries of life. For example, let’s reenact one of our greatest
debates. As always, I played the moderator...or did I?
ME: Ok,
welcome to today’s class. Let’s jump right into our debate. I hope
both sides are prepared. Today is the day that all those years of
preparing to be prepared pays off.
We’ll start with
each side's opening argument and see where it takes us...I hope all of
you stretched your hamstrings. Let's start off with this side.
(point to left side and ask):
What is your side's opening argument?
Left side: Life sucks.
(Repeat while shifting eyes toward right side):
Life sucks…ok, and can we have your side's opening argument?
Right side: But it gets better.
Me: Ah, but it gets better.
(pause and act interested; then point to each side and repeat arguments)
Life sucks…but it gets better…
Ok, I’d like each side to repeat their opening arguments so we can really emphasize where each side truly stands.
(have each side repeat arguments; then say):
That’s interesting…life sucks…but it gets better.
(then have right side go first, asking):
Is there anything you’d like to add.
Right side: Life gets better.
Me: Ah, life gets better...Would the other side like to counter?
Left side: But it sucks.
Me: I have heard both sides and they are each compelling arguments. Once again, we had:
Life sucks, countered by - but it gets better...
And then we had:
Life gets better, countered by - but it sucks...
Very interesting...I have come to the conclusion that life doesn't necessarily suck - but it's not getting better either...
...life just is...or is it?
Comedy...
created by Garrett Kennedy
Monday, November 19, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
Health Insurance for the soul...
Politicians lie. We will see if Barry Obama lied to me about health insurance
and helping me out with that bladder problem. But, all politicians do lie. And they should…because it seems to work. They should run for office based on the
greatest lie of all time - by telling kids they can grow up to be anything they
want to be. Like Barry Obama is in
the position to tell anyone this.
Parents and teachers tell children this and the outcome is that none of
them become what they want to become...
...maybe the opposite might work. Tell kids they won't become anything and they will revolt
like the 60s and become everything they want to be…because
that’s what happened in the 60s. That revolution really worked out for
everybody. (peace
sign)
Now, personally, I've been telling myself I won't become
what I want my whole life. Looking
in that mirror I say, “Garrett you will become nothing.” So far so good because I'm thirty - so
my life is half over and I'm the farthest I can be from what I'd like to be...what
I dream to be...I'll tell you what that is shortly.
So, like Barry Obama said –
hope – it’s
still alive...as long as everyone continues to bet with me...bet with me - by
lying to me that I can become everything I want. Because I know they lying...telling me I can become anything
is a lie...at least coming from people like politicians and my family and friends...and
the thing is, politicians know they lying, too...so, what they must truly
believe is the truth – is that I will be like everyone else
- by not becoming what I want...and so the “real”
truth must be the opposite of what politicians truly believe. Therefore, the real truth must be the
politician’s lie…in
this case…and so, the only way to interpret
this is – is that I can become anything and
everything I want to become. It's
like reality Halloween, everyday...and you may not think this is coming from
someone with much soul...but one day I will become what I want and stand before
you – as a strong black woman. And not even a politician can lie and
tell the masses that they ain't got soul...
...And that's what's up, Brooklyn!
Monday, September 3, 2012
Why Alcohol Was Invented
The whole reason alcohol was invented was so people could tolerate talking to one another. When you're a kid any interaction with another kid can be engaging. I taught third grade and I'd often be in the middle of teaching and have to stop because the kids were talking so much. I'd pause and ask them, "What are you talking about? How could you possibly have this much to say? You have no life experiences. What is everybody discussing?" They had no answers and kept on talking. I've got a theory, though. But, then again, I've got many theories. Here is one.
Being that young is in itself an intoxicant. That's why adulthood is so hard to adjust to
- we're coming down from the high of childhood.
When you're a kid, you have friends over and always find something fun
to do. When you're an adult, you start
to have company over and you chat. It's
really boring until the drinks start flowing.
You go from the monotonous back and forth of: How have you been? What's new with you guys? And how's work? - to telling stories,
recalling memories (of when you were much younger) and even accepting sexual
innuendos. Here's how it all started:
A boy was friends with another boy in kindergarten. What were they talking about? The answer is nothing, but to them it was
everything. A day passed for these kids
and so much happened that they ran up to each other in school to say, "You
wouldn't believe what happened!"
Nothing really happened.
Months and years can go by for adults and when they see
friends, both sides say, "Nothing's new."
These little conversations are so important for kids. For adults, it makes you not want to call it
a day, but a life.
The two boys were standing up in class during the advanced building blocks period. Lunch had just ended and both of them still
had apple juice in their right hand. The
left hand was in their pocket and they were debating. You fast forward twenty-five years and these
same people (they graduated from kids to people) have the same stance, yet a
beer or glass of wine and debates about politics replace the apple juice and
debate about which Star Wars movie is best.
The main difference between those kids and the graduated
people are - those kids really believe which movie they think is best and think
it affects their lives tremendously. The
adults may believe in which side of the fence they’re debating for, but the
next day when the drink washes away, they aren't thinking about the debate at
all. The kids aren’t either. They’re just watching their favorite version
of that movie.
The two kids grew up and there were no more Star Wars
debates and they struggled to create conversation with one another. So, they invented alcohol.
That's the true story of how alcohol was invented. Show me someone telling you a different
version and I'll show you a liar who most likely stole your apple juice in
kindergarten. He's the same person that
liked the version of Star Wars you still hate.
And that's why you drink.
At a certain point in life you go from having friends over
to having company over. Personally, I
would like to have friends over and avoid having company over as long as
possible. Either way - cheers.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Scraps-n-Drafts...
Picture a comedian actually writing these down...like I did, except picture a real comedian...
Bloomberg and the huge soda skit...A guy interviewing with him for a campaign...He keeps going to bathroom and bringing back a larger soda...
Was it the advertising that made you try those?...No, they
are just delicious...
We meet again...Yeah, whatever...
The video shown during a newscast where a person is introduced and a video shows them speaking, but with no voice as newscaster tells the audience how special the person is...Like, look, we really did talk with this person...see...and he is wonderful...
The gall of someone to say if you do this you can win
that...like you can meet me...like who really needs to meet anyone...With that
said, I hope to one day meet Jack White...and Bob Dylan...and Derek Jeter...I
met Ray Allen once...that was pretty cool...If you can write a 1,000 word essay
on why someone would ever want to meet you then you can win a chance to meet
me!...
Forget your wine tasting...I'm interested in ice coffee tasting...tastes like creativity...
People that walk around during the day like it's a fashion
show are ridiculous and need to be destroyed...a city block is not a runway...
How To Train Your Dragon...I'm not sure if that's the name
of some children's book or some infomercial late at night...
People ask me when I tell them I was an insomniac for like
four years, "How did you function?"...I'm not convinced what I did
was function...If a car was an insomniac and functioned like I did for those
four years, there would be a lot of nearby functioning people not functioning
anymore...You say function enough and it starts to feel funky...feel funky is
much different than taste or smell funky...no?...Not convinced I'm functioning
again quite yet...maybe I should go to an insomniac function and see how all
the other sleepless people function...
I'd say I will see you at the next convention, The Redhead's
Convention, but I will not be there, I am not a redhead...this is orange hair...but
I think they don't call it Redhead but Redhead's because they really want to
sell that it's their convention......"I heard the next convention is the
Redneck Convention"...Oh, then I will see you at that one...
Do I need an application into the asylum? I've got a box that contains hundreds of
little pieces of paper with random thoughts on them...a box which my cat Bob
Dylan pissed on and I've kept it because something inside me thinks I will use
or need those some day...that's my application...
My fiancée's cat pulled a real classy move...taking a huge
crap and blowing up the whole apartment at 3 in the morning...real classy...He
also stands on pillows...
It's a really cheap laundromat...but the thing is if you
don't pick up your clothes on time they give them away...it's really weird too
because they give them away to the last customer that night...I left them there
and my clothes were given away and then I was doing a wash a few weeks ago and
this guy was wearing my tshirt...I said to him, "Nice tshirt......look, it
was really good to me, take good care of it......and, oh...give me my fucking
clothes back"...we are now Facebook friends...and both our pictures have
us wearing my tshirt...
I am Larry David's idol... I think that's how it goes...
Born in 1947, the younger of two sons of a clothing salesman
and a housewife, David had “a wonderful childhood,” he has said, adding, “Which
is tough, because it’s hard to adjust to a miserable adulthood.”
Like many comedians, Larry David carries a pocket notebook
for writing down ideas.
I think I got the saying mixed up...when I was young I
thought my mom said that you shouldn't say anything unless you have something
funny to say...and that's my rationalization for not talking much...until I
have a joke to offer...but now I realize the saying is don't say anything
unless you have something nice to say..."Well, you aren't saying anything
nice or funny right now, so shut up!"...my mom also said...
Some like to talk politics...I like to talk class...I'm not
talking economic status...but class as in whose got it...got class...delve into
how fiancé's cat got no class...wears the same thing everyday...where is he
now? Nobody knows, he stays out until three in the morning, comes home and
blows up the apartment, as in goes to the bathroom...
It Sounds Even Better When I Say It Out Loud (Aloud?)...name
of book...that hasn't been written and probably never will be...
People ask me what my books about and I tell them I'm not
writing a book...I'm sick of people assuming I write books just because I look
so intelligent...
...but then I choose to write a book and people ask me what
it's about...but then people don't ask me and I pretend they even know I exist
and are interested in what I have to say...in writing, a lot...talking, I've
got nothing...but, anyways, the book that I'm pretending I'm writing is about
my observations of society... I'm not really happy with society right now and
think it needs a little talking to......good thing I wrote that instead of getting
sleep...good thing...
Today is the last day of the rest of my life...
Laughter when there isn't supposed to be...that was not
funny...that is not my opinion, it's fact...so, why'd you laugh?...
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Dunkin' Donuts / Verizon Commerical...
People are waiting in line at a New York City deli. It's heat wave season, which means it's iced coffee season. People are just standing there and sweating - one of my favorite pastimes. One guy can't take it any more and looks to his left to the fogged-up freezers with all the ice cold drinks. He opens up a door, throws drink after drink out of the freezer onto the floor until there's enough room for him to fit inside the freezer. He climbs in and smiles in delight. Camera cuts to another guy simply sipping a Dunkin' Donuts iced coffee - with a voice over - There's easier ways to cool off this summer - Dunkin' Donuts iced coffee, the freezer is in you!
...
The only difference between Martin Luther King Jr. and me is that he remembered his dream.
Well, and maybe one more thing. I don't think MLK ever wrote the below commercial idea:
First and foremost, are you satisfied with your phone? That is what's most important. Because if you're not satisfied then how could you go on with your day? It would be impossible. And people say nothing is impossible. But those are the people that are satisfied with their phones...Verizon...are you satisfied?
...
The only difference between Martin Luther King Jr. and me is that he remembered his dream.
Well, and maybe one more thing. I don't think MLK ever wrote the below commercial idea:
First and foremost, are you satisfied with your phone? That is what's most important. Because if you're not satisfied then how could you go on with your day? It would be impossible. And people say nothing is impossible. But those are the people that are satisfied with their phones...Verizon...are you satisfied?
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Starving Artist...
I think about my life and what I've dedicated it to. The most work I've ever put into something, or the most I've cared about something, was in elementary school. It was during recess. My classmates and I had to take one lap around the playground. I had to be first - and was - every time. Check your sources. I am sure there was some dork in my class that kept track and still has the records.
I had to be first. Someday I'd like to put that passion into my writing.
I've decided, after getting engaged and talking about plans of starting a family, to forgo teaching as the career path. Instead, I'm going to write a couple poems every few weeks - tip toeing toward starving artist status. I might as well leap toward this inevitability, become unemployed, and then I could squeeze in another poem or two each month. This is also inevitable because I am not good at anything - other than writing - poems and a few funny observations. I am a poet and a comedic observationalist. That's what I am - and my mom and future wife, or ex-future wife, are going to have to deal with this. They know this and let me know they know. What they choose to not observe is that I have to deal with this too - more than them because I am - me.
I am a starving artist. Saying I am, followed by something, most likely implies I am that something - otherwise I am not and shouldn't have said that I am - unless, I eventually add that I am a liar. Let's dissect.
I am starving. Yes, I am a little hungry this evening, but millions of people across this world wouldn't even beg to differ that I'm not starving - because they physically couldn't beg. These people are too hung up on their own real starvation to care about how I claim to turn wanting food into an artform -- nevermind beg. The first part, starving, untrue.
I am an artist. Qualifications for being an artist today have become as broad as the pool for parents calling their children gifted and talented. I have not met a gifted or talented kid in almost thirty years - back when I met myself for the first time. Kids that are forced by their parents to play piano at six months old and become so-called prodigies are not artists. However, I will never forgive my parents for not forcing me to become an artist. I guess I'm at the point where I have to force myself - and soon - because that five year-old pianist is making me look ridiculous. The second part, I'm working on it, pending.
Conclusion - I am an aspiring starving artist.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Times Square and Stuffed Animals
I met this really slick 4 year-old today...he had a stuffed animal that was and still is a monkey...I asked him what its name is...he said Times Square...and I, out of nowhere, asked why...he said it's because he almost lost it at Times Square...kid is hilarious, and I know we just met, but I think I'm going to ask him to be my writing partner.
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