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I saw a man on a stage scream “Put me back in my cage!” / I saw him hang by his tie / I saw enough to make me cry…
-”Planet Earth”, Devo
Last Wednesday I finally performed my duty and attended my first ever concert performance by DEV-O, the De-evolution Band of Akron, Ohio (What’s round on the end and high in the middle?). Mark Mothersbaugh, Gerald V Casale, Bob1, Bob2, and the new boy Josh played for a large troupe of primates at the Ohio State Fair, where people also sell deep fried Snickers bars, sculpt unironic cows of butter, and fatten themselves on fattened pigs.
The condensed review: It’s a Good Thing.
The whole big mess: I have waited all my futile, repetitive ‘life’ to attend a performance by these spuds. Now that I have done so, I am happy to report that I have nothing further to live for but the dictates of my genetics. The grotesque, yet fully satisfying, spectacle of videos, lights, and calisthenics was accompanied by a throbbing beat, clamorous guitars, and victorious analog synthesizers. The analog tones produced by the vintage synths spoke with a raw-edged perfection that straddled the uncanny line between natural sounds and the noise of machinery. Modern digital synthesis is pathetic, weak, and bloodless in comparison.
Bob1 on the psycho-surf guitar tore shreds in the amps throughout the night; in the second half of the show his bandmates gave up their own synths for guitars themselves as they switched from new songs to old favorites. In lieu of a drum machine, the boys from Ohio recruited Mr Freese, the very man who is used as the calibration to ensure drum machines keep proper time. He closed his eyes and beat the skins like a man barely aware of anything but the insistent rhythm. Mark Mothersbaugh gave a consistently hyperactive performance, although for the last song he deserted us and left poor Booji Boy to sing the lead on “Beautiful World” – while images of the Deepwater Horizon flowed jarringly before us. And the brothers Casale on the bass and the rhythm laid down a texture not heard since our ancestors were hooting in caves.

A thing to remember: Devo are essentially two pairs of brothers, two of whom are suspiciously named Bob. These are men who have never grown up and make their livings still playing around with their brothers. This gives these sexagenarians a fount of youthful energy. They did not stop moving. Truth be told, the opening band were twenty-something hipsters who lolled lackadaisically about in their chairs making adequate music. In stark contrast, Devo understood that performance requires action. They simultaneously played instruments, sang, and ran frenetically to and fro, all while showing videos on a high-technology transparent LED screen behind them and three enormous displays around them.
The video entertainment was highly ironic. No, Gen Y, I do not mean ironic like a goatee or a Where the Wild Things Are t-shirt. Devo are dead serious about their irony. The videos taught us that our pheromones and hormones rule our minds, and yet our primitive culture subsumes french fries and donuts for sex.

In no reasonable order, I will now list for you the tunes they barraged us with: Whip It / What We Do / Uncontrollable Urge (featuring the original choreography!) / That’s Good (of Square Pegs infamy)/ Smart Patrol/Mr DNA (for die-hard devotees) / Secret Agent Man (a tour de force by Bob1) / Satisfaction (the original and best)/ Planet Earth / Peek-a-Boo! (scary) / Mongoloid (thoughtful, actually) / Jocko Homo / Going Under (a personal favorite) / Girl U Want / Gates of Steel / Fresh / Freedom of Choice / Don’t Shoot (I’m A Man) / Devo Corporate Anthem / Beautiful World. I should note that What We Do (the finest performance of the night), Uncontrollable Urge, Mongoloid, and Don’t Shoot were particular favorites of the feverish crowd.

I must admit that I draw the attention of my children (who, with my mate, accompanied me to the concert) to the lyrical teachings of Devo. Devo’s music can be beautiful, but their lyrics are, strictly speaking, not. Instead of focusing on Beauty, they focus on Truth. The Truth is only sometimes beautiful. It is often harsh, unwanted, and painful. Yet it is true, and we ignore Truth at our peril. It comforts us not to confront our descent from the apes; our slavery to our uncontrollable biological urges; our existence which repeats itself mundanely, day after day, generation after generation. These are Devo’s topics, set atop catchy jingles with danceable beats: “the fittest shall survive, yet the unfit may live“; “freedom of choice is what you’ve got, freedom from choice is what you want“. But Devo are never subjugated by the Truth. They don’t mope. Instead they also tell us how we must embrace our destinies and strive for success within the time and space we are given: Whip It! Step Up!
The evening was itself a success. Devo have been travelling minstrels for 37 years, but show few signs of flagging and little evidence of rot. They are still loud, brash, deliberate, annoying, fun, bright, stupid, and brilliant. Having felt their presence I can now spread the word as it has been ordained. If they invade your town, do not fail to heed the call. They have something for everybody.
It’s
a matter of long debate whether we’re born with a blank slate, a tabula rasa. Do we arrive in this world with our character predetermined, or does our nurture matter more than our nature?
Eh.
Like most such dichotomies – mind vs matter, yin vs yang, dogs vs cats – as a practical matter the resolution is in some combination of the opposites. The slate may not be blank but it’s got a lifetime of free space upon it. The capacity of our brains and minds is staggering. What matters is what we fill it with. But the ways that people’s minds operate – the schemes we use to fill our slates – vary widely. We have different learning styles, differing amounts of plasticity: you’ve heard that our brains can reorganize, remap, reshape like plastic.
It’s a useful ability when you’re a child, this plasticity. Plasticity’s also involved during recovery from brain injuries; even losing an entire hemisphere to surgery can be overcome as the brain rewires its pathways. It lets you learn how to talk, to walk, to read, to play musical instruments, to play sports, all sorts of complex, difficult activities. Then as you age, you lose this plasticity. It’s hard when you’re an adult to learn a new language, to pick up the violin or golf, to read if you never learned how. 
Some folks seem to have more plastic brains, or to retain their plasticity longer into adulthood. This might have some correlation with Asperger syndrome and autistic spectrum disorders. John Elder Robison, the Aspie author of Look Me In The Eye, wrote a great blog post about plasticity and the autistic brain.
Autistic people, young and old, have a well-known difficulty recognizing and attending to faces: problems with discerning emotions, subtle cues, and looking others in the eye. There’s research showing that these problems “about face” are the result of a combination of nature and nurture. There’s a system in the brain, normally located in the right hemisphere, that soon after birth is able to recognize faces. This is why babies can tell mommy’s face from their scary uncle’s. This system is less active in autistic kids, and fails to “jump-start” the face recognition skill. Developing social abilities depends also on a second step: feeding that face system with a lot of input. Looking at lots of faces. But autistic kids don’t want to look at faces, so they don’t get this input and don’t feed the system. End result: adults with limited social skills.
Limited social skills can be more debilitating than you might imagine if you’ve got social skills. Consider work. Landing a job, even the sit-in-a-cube-typing-code-or-calculating-orbital-elements kind, is really a social endeavor. Make phone calls and talk to people appropriately. Return phone calls within the right time frame. Answer the phone professionally. Interview one-on-one, scary. Interview in a large group, overwhelming. Email helps Aspies, that’s for sure, but it’s still a social act and you can’t escape the face-to-face. The Columbus Dispatch has a remarkable article on the difficulties they encounter in finding jobs.
That’s a tragedy both for the prospects and the employers.
The prospects, already socially isolated, fall deeper into isolation, and are out of work to boot. The employers are missing out on highly productive employees: in the article, a summa cum laude graduate computer whiz, for example. One man in the article has a Master’s degree and works as a janitor: an arrangement that serves neither party well. Economically speaking, matching candidates with Asperger’s to employers is a remarkably inefficient process. These are the employees that will do better at jobs that require higher intellectual abilities and the ability to learn complex things quickly: the very prototype of the “knowledge worker” on which 21st-century American success (not to mention humanity’s future) must be based. Yet another dichotomy – social vs. informational / personal vs. algorithmic – is of concern here.
I don’t have the answer. We’re doing good at identifying children on the spectrum younger and younger. We need to do better at intensive therapies that take advantage of their brains’ plasticity and target improvement of facial processing, social skills, and communications. We need better secondary and postsecondary educational opportunities for Aspies - early intervention is critical but continued intervention can mean the difference between janitor and scientist. (I have great respect for janitors. I just think that some people are better suited for this work than others.) Finally we need to figure out how to better match people with limited social skills to employers who need people with intellectual skills. Maybe it’s just wrong-headed to try to select people for intellectual jobs by subjecting them to the non-intellectual socially-oriented tests that we call “interviews”.
Eh. The answer always lies somewhere in between. All I know is there’re some fantastic plastic brains, and we need more of them.
I won’t call them fajitas. Too much controversy.
Rub the chicken breasts with the combined spices and let marinate in the rub, along with the 1 sliced medium onion, for an hour. Separately prepare the sliced bell peppers with the salt and black pepper, and spray with oil to coat.
Cook the chicken over indirect heat on a charcoal grill. While cooking, sautee the onions and peppers in a cast-iron skillet that you’ve also placed on the charcoal grill.
Grill all of this goodness until the chicken is cooked, firm, and has a nice brown crust. Remove all from heat. Let the chicken rest 5 minutes. Heat the tortillas briefly on the grill, then slice the chicken and serve with the onions, peppers, avocado, and tortillas.
I recommend mexican rice and pigeon peas (arroz con gandules) on the side.
These are country ribs cooked slowly, not ribs from the Slow Country. It was our dinner the evening of March 4, 2010.
Set crockpot to high heat/6 hour cycle.
Roughly chop the parsnip, carrot, onion, apple, green pepper, and garlic. Place in bottom of crockpot. Liberally rub the frozen ribs with all the dry seasonings and place on top of the veggies. Finally, pour both cans of diced tomatoes around the sides and base of the pork.
Cook approximately 6 hours until meat is falling off the ribs and sticking to yours instead. Strain the remaining cooking liquid and serve as an au jus. I recommend you serve this with buttery crusty rolls to sop up the jus while you hungrily devour the mouth-watering tender succulent pork.
Tom kha gai (chicken soup with “kha”)First make broth by simmering together the following for a couple hours:
When the bird starts to fall apart, remove the chicken, strain the broth, and pull the meat from the bird and set aside.
To the clear broth add:
Let the above simmer for about 15 minutes to let flavors infuse, then add:
Simmer for 10 more minutes to soften the veggies, then add:
and heat through.
Serve hot! and add the following at the table:
There are more authentic variations (including lime leaves and thai chilies) but I didn’t have them in the pantry, so lighten up. If you’ve got them, toss them in; the more the merrier!
Oh: if you have a cold and eat this soup, you will no longer have a cold. It will pack up, leave your sinuses, and take the next passage to Bangkok.
Just a quickie for leftover turkey, especially if it’s marinated and grilled. Which is likely around here.
1. Turkey breast tenderloin, marinated in garlic-lime barbeque and smoked over hot coals for 4-5 hours, then refrigerated for a couple days.
Two problems: a whole bunch of brown bananas, and a camping trip with 7 hungry children coming up. The two-birds-with-one-stone solution: Banana Cookies!
Note: I made this in two batches. Ingredients below are for one batch. Don’t double the recipe to make two batches, just make the recipe below twice. Disclaimer: I include specific directions for a Kitchen-Aid blender. If you don’t have one, just do the equivalent with whatever you have, or by hand.
About 32 cookies
Pork Chile ColoradoThis ain’t traditional “chili”. It’s big chunks of pork slow-cooked in hot pepper sauce, which you then eat wrapped in a tortilla. It’s my attempt at recreating a dish served at our local Mexican haunt, Fiesta Mariachi (formerly Casa Fiesta), where also comes in a Chile Verde variety with tangy tomatillos.
The meat is rich, rich, rich with hot red chiles … not incredibly spicy, just intense … and is full of that ephemeral 5th flavor that some call “umame”. I mean it. It’s rich with the flavor of ripe capsicum. I used pork country ribs; the restaurant uses some other cut, but it frankly doesn’t matter much.
Set the crock pot to cook for about 6 hours.
In a crock pot, place the ribs, onion, tomato, and jalapeños. Season with the garlic, cumin, salt, and pepper and mix well.
Prepare the dried chiles by first seeding and stemming them. Then, place the chiles in a small saucepan with about 3/4 c of water. Bring to a boil and simmer about 15 minutes. Remove from heat, and then blend the chiles with all the water in a blender, or using a stick blender. This should yield a deep red smooth sauce.
Pour the chile sauce into the crock pot with everything else.
Cook until the meat is falling off the bones and very easy to shred. Remove the meat from the pot, then debone, remove any fat chunks, and shred the meat. Strain the reserved liquid from the crockpot and incorporate back into the meat.
Serve the meat with tortillas, sour cream, lettuce, pico de gallo, or however you like to eat Mexican.
ingredientsCut the cucumbers widthwise into thick slices, about 3/4 inch thick. Combine the remaining ingredients, except the vegetable oil, and mix them well. Pour over the cucumbers and marinate for just 10 minutes or so (for example, while cooking the recipe above!) Add vegetable oil to HOT wok. Add cucumbers (without any leftover marinade) and stir-fry until they begin to brown and the sauce is thickened.
2-4 hours ahead of time: Combine all the marinade ingredients and mix well. Combine well with the sliced pork, and marinate in a tightly covered container for at least 2 hours.
At cooking time: This is a stir-fry, so it cooks fast. Make sure you have cut all your vegetables ahead of time, and have all the other ingredients readily at hand. I typically prepare each ingredient and place it in a small bowl by itself; then at cooking time I can quickly add ingredients when it’s their time.
Add oil to a HOT wok. Add the onion, garlic, green beans, and carrots. Fry, stirring constantly, until the garlic just begins to brown and the onions are getting transparent. Add the pork. Keep stir-frying until the pork is browned, and the liquid from the marinade is boiling and reducing well. When the liquid is well-reduced and the carrots and beans are getting tender, add the fermented hot pepper paste. Continue stir-frying until the pepper paste is well combined and the sauce is just starting to caramelize.
Serve hot with steamed rice and the cucumber side dish, Oh ee.