I wrote a post last week over at DadCentric about the lost art of the mixed cocktail. . Aside from the fact that the post got me thinking about turning the Peanut's diaper-changing table into a homemade mini bar, it also got me thinking about other lost arts..like the hand-written thank you note, the two-handed bounce pass, and the hand job. (Just kidding. Sort of. Ok, not really. Whatever!)
Anyway…I think I'm stating the obvious when I say, "the times, man. They are a changing." But seriously, I think that there are quite a few significant socio-cultural traditions in America that are starting to lose significant ground and may soon become extinct. I think that by the time the Peanut hits 18 and I bring up any of these so-called "lost arts," she's going to look at me as if I'm totally crazy.
So, while I was sitting on the can today, I started thinking about other so-called "lost arts." Here's what I've come up with so far...
The Lost Art of Lunching
Approximately once every two months, I meet my buddy Kyle for lunch. He works in a relatively nearby office so, occasionally, we’ll phone one another up to to grab a sandwich and shoot the shit. But the rest of the time? I either go to the deli downstairs and find something to eat at my desk or I bring my lunch from home and eat it at my desk. The whole process usually takes about 10 minutes. Clearly, the days of steak sandwiches and a few martinis are over. But does anyone take a full hour anymore? Are we, as a society, so rushed that we can’t even sit down and eat a proper meal during the workday anymore? Because honestly? I feel like pretty soon, we'll all just be shooting up Big Macs in the backroom during our pee breaks.
The Lost Art of the Bender
These days, the only time that you generally hear about people consuming copious amounts of alcohol is when the conversation turns to the growing trend of binge drinking (the weekly act of high school and college kids boozing it up until they pass out, solely for the sake of entertainment.) But what if you have a deeper, darker desire? What if, in a time of great personal sorrow or despair, you simply wish to escape, disappear from sight and drink unrepentantly for a long period of time? What if you feel the need to vanish from the planet for a “lost” weekend? Then, my friends, you plan on going on a bender.
Now, is it me or has the bender been forgotten as a semi-legitimate form of self-exploration? Because I’ll be honest with you, folks. There have been a few times in my life where therapy and the comfort of loved ones haven’t always been enough to soothe my soul. I wouldn’t prescribe it for everyone but there’s something to be said for grieving via a bottle. But I feel society frowns upon it now. So, is the bender as a form of self-therapy dead? Has it been replaced by Prozac nation? Jut wondering.
The Lost Art of Talking Trash
When I was a kid growing up and playing competitive sports, talking trash was often an integral part of the sub-culture. Many times, it was the battle within the war. With a few well-chosen words, you could get inside your opponent’s head and gain a subtle advantage. Sure, it was part braggadocio. But it was also part entertainment. And make no mistake, talking trash was an art form. Guys like Charles Barkley, Muhammad Ali, and Reggie Jackson were the Van Goghs, Picassos and Rembrandts of the genre.
But now, it seems that political correctness has decried that talking trash is uncivilized and has no part in competitive sports. Furthermore, now you not only have crazed parents in the stands, ready to jump down and attack people but, if you someone is perceivably disrespected, you're also likely to get shot! Too bad. Because talking trash is like great poetry. And I hope that the time comes again when instead of admiring guys do idiotic TD dances in the end zone, we'll have more eloquent spokesmen like Reggie Jackson (who after all, uttered the following: "The only reason I really don't like playing in the World Series is 'cause I can't watch myself play."
The Lost Art of Hitchhiking
When I was in my teens and early 20’s, I used to hitchhike all the time. Now, I’m not talking about thumbing it across country like Tom Robbins’ Sissy Hankshaw. But there was many a summer when I was working in rural Pennsylvania or Massachusetts when I would get around town simply by thumbing a ride. It was cheap and you never knew when you were going to meet someone interesting. But somewhere along the line, something changed. Somehow, hitchhikers became synonymous with criminals (even though they were more likely to be the victims of a crime.) And somehow, we began to trust our fellow brethren less and less. Nowadays? I can’t even remember the last time I saw a hitchhiker.
But hitchhiking is an interesting experience. Do you know what its like to be alone on the side of the road, putting your faith in the kindness of strangers? Sure, there’s always the slightest hint of fear (which probably makes it a little more exciting.) But picking up a hitchhiker truly is a random act of kindness. And you know what? We don’t see too enough of those these days.
The Lost Art of the Crank Call
When Caller ID was first introduced to the public, it’s safe to say that few people were happier than I was. At the time, I was single and in my early 20’s. I won’t go into all the details but let’s just say that I was a horrible dater. If I went out with a woman a few times and I no longer wanted to see her again? I would simply employ technology to disappear off the face of the planet. My friends used to refer to it as the “Total Media Blackout.”
Now, I wasn’t necessarily proud of those times but, in all honestly, I wouldn’t have been able to pull them off without Caller ID. God, I loved Caller ID. Still do. Without it, I would NEVER answer my phone. But with every technological advance, it seems that something irreplaceable has been lost along the way. For me, it’s the lost art of the crank call.
I’m not talking of those asinine crank calls like, “hello? Is Mike Hunt there?” That’s juvenile frat-boy behavior. No, the prank calls my young friends and I did were more cunning and Chekhovian in nature.
Growing up, one of our favorites involved going through the neighborhood directories and crank calling strangers.
Victim: "Hello?"
Me: "Hi. Is this William T. Gibson?"
Victim: "Yes, it is."
Me: "William Gibson in Manhattan?”
Victim: "Yes."
Me: "At 1249 Broadway?"
Victim: "That's right."
Me: "Phone number 555-1212?"
Victim: "Yes."
Me: "Well crap, I must have the wrong number. Sorry!"
Victim: "Ok. No problem!" *
We used to make calls like this ALL THE TIME and never--not once--did anyone ever notice anything odd about the conversation. Sadly, the Peanut will never be able to follow in her father's footsteps. Because of Caller ID, the fun aspects of telephonic anonymity are long gone. Alas, the age of innocent pranks may be gone with it. The age of innocent fun has died as well.
(*Upon further contemplation, this type of prank call may have had more in common with Beckett than Chekhov. I'll leave it to my man Dutch to correct me if I'm wrong.)
Again, this may be another case of an old man reminiscing about his youth. But what do you think? And are there any other "lost arts" that you think your child will never get to witness? As always, an inquiring mind wants to know.
My wife and I were having a similar conversation the other day. We were talking about the lost art of the welcome wagon. Remember when a new family would move into your hood? Some people might bring a cake. Others might stop by to introduce themselves? What happened to that? Is is us? Or did people stop doing that because they were afraid an ax murderer might have moved next door. Just wondering!
Posted by: Brent | December 12, 2005 at 11:06 PM
Do I know if that crank call had more in common with Beckett than Chekhov, No. Do I know that it is cracking my shit up right now? Yes. Laughing. . .still.
I have totally had similar thoughts on "lost arts," usually while watching Billy Wilder movies contemplating how every higher up had a wet bar in his office. I am totally going to buy a wet bar for my office, and offer everyone who comes in a drink.
Posted by: Dutch | December 12, 2005 at 11:08 PM
Been lurking over here for a little while, MD, and I decided to come out of the woods to say that you (and Dutch) really crack me up. You're two of the funniest, geekiest, smartest, strangest and most adoring daddies blogging these days. Those are all compliments in my book!
Posted by: Maria | December 12, 2005 at 11:30 PM
I long for the days when cashiers would actually count your change back to add up to the amount you gave them. Oh, and they'd give you the coins first.
Posted by: Suki | December 12, 2005 at 11:33 PM
Mate you totally have to come out on one of our weekly hour long work lunches where we drink waaaaay too much and sledge people (Aussie version of talking trash). After that we hitchhike back to the office, (usually in a minivan full of German tourists) and make crank calls for the rest of the afternoon.
Seriously a few lost arts that I like to do every now and then
Making bread from scratch
The picnic
Sitting around listening to the radio
Playing games instead of watching tv (uno, cards, scrabble etc)
Roast dinner on a Sunday night
Posted by: Chocolate Makes it Better | December 13, 2005 at 12:03 AM
When my divorce was finalized about 10 years ago, my best friend decided that we needed to go on a serious bender. He drove me down to Mexico where we sat on the beach and drank ourselves into total oblivion for 4 days. We drank tequila , passed out and moaned in despair. I've got to say it was one of the most cathartic and therapeutic experiences of my life. Hell, it was better than therapy. So I'm with ya, MD. There is truly merit in the lost art of the bender.
Posted by: Rick C. | December 13, 2005 at 12:15 AM
You know what the problem is? You don't know enough teenagers. Plenty of them are trash talking. My son had a friend over today and they had me laughing hysterically as they trash talked each other over a FIFA soccer PS2 game. The friend is Ugandian and man, he knows some really funny trash talk.
Plus, both of my kids do plenty of crank calling. And get crank calls. There is a way of blocking the caller ID so that you come up "UNKNOWN" and they do that so nobody knows who is calling, and then they go to town. I don't have any objection to it as long as they don't get obscene or nasty, and they don't.
As for binge drinking, knock wood we haven't gotten there yet, but it probably is coming eventually.
Lunching? Haven't done that in years. I'm the "yogurt in the fridge" kinda person. Lunch never lasts more than 10 minutes, mostly because I wanted to leave work earlier.
Posted by: margalit | December 13, 2005 at 01:11 AM
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Lunching....who the hell gets to go eat lunch? Whenever I'm working, I usually just eat at my desk. Ridic. Lunching is such a decadent privilege, I can't imagine lunching out (defined as "away from a desk")more than 2 of 3 x a month. That's sad.
Benders. Oh, how I've loved a bender or two in my day. If you ask me, the Brits do it right by combining the whole bender/lunch thing, especially on Fridays when work pretty much shuts down post 2 pm. Sure miss those days.
Thanks for making me think of crank calls too...kinda makes me sad to think Peanut and her generation of slumber parties will never call and ask anyone if their refrigerator is running....
Posted by: RBrown | December 13, 2005 at 01:44 AM
How about the lost art of keeping secrets? I have about 15 secrets to keep right now and I don't want to keep any of them.
Posted by: mo-wo | December 13, 2005 at 01:45 AM
Brent, the Welcome Wagon (TM) exists; they're a marketing outfit that basically brings a bunch of direct mail-type flyers, useless free samples and coupons for local businesses to you when you move, have a baby, etc...
After our child was born, I made the mistake of saying "Sure, stop by" and then giving up an half hour of our time while some poor woman part-timing through her golden years went on and on about the great offers. It's not a lost art, just corrrupted by modern corporate crap...
Posted by: Cam c. | December 13, 2005 at 02:23 AM
I have noticed over the past few years that no one TP's houses anymore. Now THAT took skill and finesse. We took our craft quite seriously and would plan for hours. I did see a lame attempt in our neighborhood at Halloween. I could have done a MUCH better job.
In college we switched from TP'ing to "forking." We had a friend who would steal every plastic fork or spork from fast food restaurants until the trunk of his car was nearly full. Then we would go out at night and fork someone's front yard. I have to say, my normally humorless parents almost crapped their pants from laughing one morning when they saw the thousands of forks standing at attention in our own front yard.
Posted by: misfithausfrau | December 13, 2005 at 07:25 AM
Now about those phone calls ...
If I get a wrong number call and the caller apologizes I can't resist saying - "No worries, it was ringing anyway."
Posted by: David | December 13, 2005 at 07:58 AM
Is the bender a lost art? Really? Nobody told me. But then I don't remember much about what happened from '94-'03.
But the trash-talking and lunching are spot on. I say we mike up the players and listen to THEM during the game instead of Greg Gumbel. And even when I actually have an hour for lunch I still end up taking my nutrients through a drip. Tragic.
Posted by: CroutonBoy | December 13, 2005 at 08:18 AM
I have heard from other parents that in Little League, the team in field is not allowed to do the "No batter no batter swing batter" Chant. They want the kids to respect the other team. "No Batter" is what basball is about. OR "he's not a pitcher Just a belly Itcher" is somehow Taboo now on little league fields.
Posted by: bill | December 13, 2005 at 08:32 AM
Lunch? What's that? The last time I went out to lunch during the workday was about 5 years ago. You know what's even worse? Those days when you arrive at the office and leave the office without ever seeing the sun all day. The funny thing is I'm far from a workaholic. It's just that there seems to be this attitude that only wussies go out to lunch.
Posted by: Brian | December 13, 2005 at 09:58 AM
I agree with all of your lost arts. I too miss actual lunch hours and going on benders.
In my opinion, here are a few other lost arts:
- Dressing appropriately for an occasion (jeans are acceptable for a rock concert but not the symphony)
- Knowing how to slow dance (cupping a woman's butt and spinning in a circle is not a waltz, gentlemen!)
-Common courtesy (No, really, I enjoy holding a squirming 22 pound toddler in one arm while standing and trying to find something to hold on to on a crowded, swaying subway car during rush hour. Please, just stay in your seat and continue to ignore me. Thanks!)
-Cueing (Lining up for all you American folks.)
Posted by: Tawnya | December 13, 2005 at 10:23 AM
The mixed tape. With a mini-photo collage taped together as the cover and the song list lovingly hand-written. Only one copy existed in the world, and when you got a great one it could stay in your deck all summer, and even though it got annoying fast-forwarding through that "Oh L'Amour" track, at least it was the last song on side one, and side two started out with "Jane Says." How nicely does the ipod playlist contrast with an old-school mixed tape; a playlist takes a few minutes to make, is mostly for one's own listening pleasure, and will live forever in its cold digital form, while a mixed tape took you all night to make, exposed your inner feelings, and once you handed it over to your crush it was destined to either get lost, stolen, or thrown out a car window in a moment of teen angst...
Posted by: Luper | December 13, 2005 at 10:26 AM
When I first started at Intel, my team would daily trudge down to the cafe to eat the brown bags their wives packed for them in 30 minutes.
Being single with no wife, that meant I had to eat crappy cafe food.
I started dragging the old farts off site to the various local resteraunts 2-3 days a week.
Being single, I'd order a huge platter of food and that would be my only meal of the day.
After 3 years, the team was taking 1.5 hour lunches every day and every single one of them had gained 50+ pounds.
:) I was the only skinny one. Seems their wives were still cooking big meals for dinner.
Dan
Posted by: Coolio | December 13, 2005 at 11:28 AM
You'd better believe I take a full hour for lunch at least three times a week. Gotta stick it to The Man, says I.
As for benders - pains me to say that this weekend we may well be reviving that lost art; found out yesterday that my wife's grandma has liver cancer. Can you recommend a good Scotch?
Posted by: Jason | December 13, 2005 at 11:38 AM
You fogot about the days of the drug-infested office party where secretaries snorted coke, made out with their bosses, and then threw up in their Mercedes.
NOT that I ever did that.
Posted by: MIM | December 13, 2005 at 01:05 PM
I`m really sad that I was born too late to burn my bra -- why don`t women do that anymore? Are they now made of nonflammable material, or is it something more insidious? (....Or do they just cost too much?)
Posted by: L. | December 13, 2005 at 01:15 PM
I get an hour lunch each day and I normally spend it sitting at my desk working and eating through my unpaid lunch hour. A couple days a week I'll drive home to check on my rugrat and make sure my mom is alive and well (mom voluntarily quit her job to take care of said rugrat during the day).
My bender days are over and I now have a once a year bender weekend, normally during my office christmas party and my husband and I just make it last all weekend.
As a soccer mom I have been told not to talk trash at the games. It's rather hard for a sarcastic couple to sit on the sidelines and just cheer for my daughters' team and not make any smart ass remarks.
Posted by: Shannon | December 13, 2005 at 04:23 PM
As the basketball coach for a gang of 5 year old boys, I want you to know that I'm singlehandedly trying to bring back the two-handed bounce pass and the pull-up jumper. Maybe some of these guys will go pro in 20 years and we'll see a renaissance in the NBA. Who knows?
Posted by: Stephen | December 13, 2005 at 05:01 PM
Ok, well my friends and I still talk trash. And kids do it too, it's called IM to them. Trust me, I have a couple of 14 year old cousins. I loved to crank call, damm I'd forgotten how fun that could be. I only TP'd once, because I got caught and had to clean it up. In high school (I went to a small private school) we used to pull pranks on any new teacher. My favorite was when we took the new History teacher's car, rolled it down the street and filled it to the top with newspapers. We thought we were so freaking cool. Actually now it sounds kind of lame. Oh well.
Posted by: Melissa | December 13, 2005 at 06:52 PM
I think I'm the most saddest about the lost art of letter writing. Oh, and lunching will never die out amongst teachers. I'm only observing now, and I'll be student teaching in January, but my lunch coincides with other teachers' lunches so it's kind of fun to talk with them about movies, books, rotten students (j/k! kind of), etc.
Posted by: enygma | December 13, 2005 at 06:56 PM
How about the kaffeeklatch? I always wanted to have one, because it's such a great word.
Oh, yeah, and I wanna be a lady who lunches.
Posted by: landismom | December 13, 2005 at 09:16 PM
The Lost Art of...A Great HouseParty!
Ah, the days of being back up in a corner, in the dark, with a girl, talking trash (props to your recent post of pick-up lines). Can't do that now, since we're married and all...I guess that's why it's a lost art (to some).
My kids are old enough to go to house parties, but no one has them anymore. (And I guess I should thank GOD for that...)
Posted by: LeeMarvin | December 13, 2005 at 09:54 PM
It is rumored that Larry Bird was the most devious trash-talker in the NBA- once he was in your head, it was over, Johnny.
Ah, benders. My army buddies would start one on a Friday afternoon at 3 and wrap up some time Sunday night - German trains are great - we once found ourselves in Frankfurt and no recollection of the trip. And, I've hitchhiked back to Ulm from Munich on New Year's Eve.
Posted by: Mr. Big Dubya | December 13, 2005 at 10:02 PM
the lost art of doing absolutely nothing. i lost that art back in vail in '01.
i haven't done nothing since.
Posted by: bitemycookie | December 13, 2005 at 10:53 PM
I had an amazing Manhattan recently and the bartender's secret was Czech bitters. Can the Angosturas and find some good bitters. That's my tip of the day.
Posted by: rwc | December 13, 2005 at 11:16 PM
Let's see...the thank you note is out the window thanks to email and text messaging. Which have also contributed to the lost art of grammar and punctuation. Common courtesy is definitely a thing of the past; really, I enjoy going to the movies and listening to your cell phone conversation in addition to trying to listen to the movie dialogue. No problemo.
At least I enjoyed a bender last year. Although I don't recommend getting blitzed after watching a horror movie. In my half-passed-out drunken stupor, I mistook my cats for zombies more than once. If I'd been sober, I would've thought to close the door when I went to sleep. Ah, good times.
Posted by: Pattie | December 13, 2005 at 11:52 PM
"Chocolate Makes It Better" is right, MD - the cocktail, the lunch (or better yet, the Cocktail Lunch), the bender, hitch-hiking, and talking trash have never gone out of style here in Australia...
Posted by: IFLYG | December 14, 2005 at 04:59 AM
I work in education. We ALL still take hour breaks for lunch, if not longer. Hell, most of these people don't even show up until almost noon!
Posted by: Queen of Ass | December 14, 2005 at 10:10 AM
Metro ...
About those crank calls. All you have to do nowadays to block your caller ID from going out when you call is type *67 and then the number you wish to dial.
When Peanut gets old enough, introduce it to her.
Or hell, try it yourself and give some of your old buds a run for their money. Would make for an entertaining night at home.
hehehe.
Nice blog, by the way, I've been lurking for a while.
:)
AlieMalie
Posted by: AlieMalie | December 14, 2005 at 10:22 AM
Me: Is this Arcadia Bowling?
Guy: Yes.
Me: Do you have 10 lb balls?
Guy: Yes
Me: HOW DO YOU WALK?
I owe someone a thank you right now. I'm usually pretty good about it.
Posted by: Xdm | December 14, 2005 at 11:04 AM
Sigh.... I was a big fan of the crank call and am young enough to remember when caller-ID spoiled all the fun. I was in highschool calling my friend's Dad in "low, sexy, voice."
"Hello Mr. Carlisle, what are you wearing?"
"Um. Rebecca? Is that you."
"No! Fuck. What?"
Yeah, that sucked. No more calling ex-BFs blasting love songs, not that they didn't know who we were, pre-ID but still.... ah-- the crank call.
What about the Lost art of the "date"? I have only recently been married but for the past seven years (pre-married life, post live-at-home life) I dated close to a dozen guys and went on MAYBE three real dates. Come to think of it, my husband never took me out on a real date until I asked him to months into our relationship. What the fuck, man? It's the damn internet. No one leaves the house anymore and when they do, they just sorta freeze.
Which brings me to The lost art of flesh and blood friendships. I think we ALL know what I'm talking about here.
What about the Lost art of the one night stand? Oh yeah. I'm married now. No wonder.
Great post, MD...
Posted by: girls gone child | December 14, 2005 at 01:24 PM
As others have pointed out, trash talking is far from a lost art. It's moved online, to video games and IM clients, largely unmoderated by parental influence or referee interference.
Posted by: Joe | December 14, 2005 at 06:53 PM
I'm totally with Luper on the lost art of the mixtape.
Check it:
http://hanazuc02.ld.infoseek.co.jp/cassettes/cassettes.htm
Posted by: Dutch | December 14, 2005 at 06:58 PM
*67 blocks the caller's # from the callee's caller id.
we can bring back the art of the crank call if you really want to. keep hope alive.
Posted by: chunky930 | December 14, 2005 at 09:08 PM
I would sit by the radio with my tape recorder so when my favorite song came on I could TAPE IT and listen to it over and over! So cool!
To this day, when I hear "Shake Your Groove Thing" I first hear in my mind the dj saying "It's Wednesday afternoon!" as the music starts.
Posted by: Anne Glamore | December 14, 2005 at 09:20 PM
I definitely mourn the lost lunches. When I was little, I remember my grandfather coming home to a full, home-cooked meal and then taking a half hour nap before returning to the office! How lovely!
And about the crank calls, wow, my friends and I LOVED doing those! Caller ID eventually kicked our butts, but we had a few glory years. Ours ranged from the subtle, heady ones like you posted to a few really assinine ones. The one that still makes me laugh to the point of tears to this day was a really silly one we did after perusing the phonebook one day. We found a listing that not only had the family's home number listed, but below also had "The Children" listed. We decided these "children" must be snots to have their own line listed in the phonebook, so we called them up. The "child" who picked up was some pubescent boy whom we serenaded with "You are the world; you are the CHILDREN...."
Posted by: Rosalie | December 15, 2005 at 09:18 AM
Best crank call was at my expense in 7th grade. I didn't know about three-way calling (I was born a po' white child). My girl friends pretended one of them was a boy next door who'd fallen in love with me through their stories of me and a photo. I didn't have a TV either (hippie parents) and so they pretended he was a model and brought in a magazine picture of some TV teenie bopper. Those phone calls went on for two weeks before I realized what was going on. Anytime I heard giggling in the background they pretended it was his sister in the next room . . .
Posted by: OTRgirl | December 15, 2005 at 03:41 PM
Re: mixed cocktails. they are not a lost art in Portland. this town is an honest-to-goodness bar town the likes of which i have never seen before. bartenders here take their shit seriously. here you can find a perfect martini or whisky sour or pimm's cupp in almost any bar in town. i can't believe not everyone knows this, but I think Portland likes it that way.
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