myfavoritekirby.com

The Abouting [sic] of Kent

myfavoritekirby.com offers readers a daily dose of awesome raunchy often-punny boy humor fittingly presented within a grammatically sloppy webcomic website.  Critics and editors, like mothers entering a messy dorm room, may feel the uncontrollable urge to sic, Strunk and White its content before and while presenting it to decent, adult society.  Do not do that.  Touch nothing.  These boys like it this way.  And it works.   

“This project began as a challenge for me to draw a different picture every day for an entire year, and it gradually transformed into this website,” states co-creator Kent Kirby.  Kent, a University of Michigan student from Alma, MI, was inspired by friend Kevin Budnik, who had made a resolution to do just that for his own purposes.  (Playwright Suzan-Lori Parks endeavored similarly in 2002-2003, and the result was the short play collection “365 Days/365 Plays.”)  Determined to achieve his goal, Kent began daily production of his crude Microsoft Paint pictures with captions that, along with prose and videos, would become website content before the year was out.

Since its January 2011 launch, myfavoritekirby has established a presence on Facebook (myfavoritekirbycom), Tumblr (myfavoritekirby) and YouTube (myfavoritekirbyvids).  Fans (referred to as “peons”) can purchase myfavoritekirby t-shirts (available through t-shirtdesignworld.com) and submit Kent Kirby-drawn picture requests to productsofpop@gmail.com. 

The Staff of Kent

Kent Kirby does not run the quickly-expanding myfavoritekirby empire alone.  The website staff is comprised primarily of college students from both the University of Michigan and Columbia College Chicago, although most staffers grew up with Kent in Alma.  T.J. Piccolo, a playwriting major at Columbia College Chicago, serves as Personnel Coordinator.  Marketing issues, as well as the hilariously insensitive “Dear Travis” segment, are handled by Travis Mitchell, formerly of Columbia College Chicago (now at Lansing Community College).  “Cinematography” is the duty of Mike Klaric from Columbia College Chicago.  Many other friends from either side of Lake Michigan (and some from locales unknown) contribute regularly to the website, including students from Central Michigan University, Saginaw Valley State University and Anderson University.

The Book of Yanni

Yanni, the overly-sensationalized Grammy-nominated New Age composer and musician, is an obsessively popular subject on myfavoritekirby.  The 57-year-old Greek-born/American Midwest-raised performer rose to international fame with his wildly successful 1994 music video Yanni Live at the Acropolis.  Since then, the moustached multi-platinum artist has performed his “contemporary instrumental” music at various world landmarks before millions of cultish spectators (and televised to hundreds of millions).  His compositions are also widely used at various sporting events (including every Olympic Games since 1988).

Not since Marlene Dietrich (who was allowed by the Israeli government to sing in German during her tour of Israel after WWII) have nations been more willing to break tradition for a performer.  Aside from the Acropolis and, most recently, the Burj Khalifa (formerly Burj Dubai), Yanni has been allowed to perform at restricted venues such as the Taj Mahal and China’s Forbidden City (both in 1997).  In October, China gave Yanni permission to adopt a panda, an honor not usually extended to individual people, but, rather, to nations.  (NOTE: Michael Jackson was never invited to adopt a panda.)  According to Reuters, “[China’s] decision was made from the inspiration and harmony that derives from his music.” 

myfavoritekirby plays on Yanni’s hysterically overblown (perhaps biblical?) superstardom with The Book of Yanni.  The website also credits Yanni as a staff writer, humorously describing him as “the New Age superstar of our parents’ (40-year-old women’s) generation.”  Presented as a collection of bible verses, The Book of Yanni recalls fictitious events in His life and wisdom imparted unto His flock.  The first in this series was posted in March: 

Yanni 21:42 Healing The Blind

and Yanni put his hand upon the blind woman, and she was able to see. Yanni spoke to the audience of his concert, who saw the miracle with their very own eyes, and said unto them:

“what is the big deal? paninis all around!“

and then Yanni made a panini and did not share with anyone.

The News of Kent

According to the website, myfavoritekirby has been reviewed favorably by Time Magazine and unfavorably by Pitchfork in March and October respectively.  Time raves about the site’s May Video Game Month, calling it “a boner-inducing landmark,” and Kent’s punny drawing, “Boo-bees” (which he admits was T.J.’s idea).  Pitchfork pretentiously dismisses The Book of Yanni as over-emphasized “Mediterranean folklore” and describes myfavoritekirby as “a website that presumably exists only to provide retailers with ironic and ‘random’ images to print on novelty t-shirts…How droll.”  The hostile review ultimately questions whether the “inconsistent,” “absurdly mundane” site is “low-brow Dadaism or poorly implemented baroque.”

Attempts to locate these reviews outside the site (as you may have already figured out) will prove unsuccessful.  They do not exist.  And neither does the myfavoritekirby Wikipedia page shown on the site, which quotes a line from the Pitchfork review (“reading myfavoritekirby will make you sterile”) that does not appear in the review at all.         

In October, the site began a new series featuring a different aspiring artist every week called Project Consistency: “8 weeks of segments, sketches, writings, drawings, collaboration, masturbation, and anything but procrastination every sunday through wednesday.”  Submissions can be sent to productsofpop@gmail.com.   

The goal of myfavoritekirby is to create a cult following similar to what is enjoyed by Yanni, which T.J. shamelessly admits.  Maybe get a panda or two.  They seek to develop a brand born of those messy rooms where boys do as boys do, surrounded by piles of coke cans, video games and images of “Boo-bees.”  And, with the help of Yanni, Orson Welles, Kentfoot and Amoeba, they are well on their way to doing just that.  

Man Up, Thumbs Down

Will Keen’s grandfather fought in WWII.  Will Keen’s father fought in Vietnam.  Will Keen plays Call of Duty on Playstation 3.  

Is he a “real man?”

According to creator/writer Christopher Moynihan, the fate of the American man looks bleak.  Set in suburban Columbus, Ohio, Moynihan’s new ABC sitcom, Man Up!, tells the story of three 30-something friends attempting to preserve their manhood and man-kind from those who seek to destroy it.

Will’s son, Nathan (played by Jake Johnson), is turning 13.  Although Nathan is infatuated with his father’s “Old Mohaska” (slang for gun, in this case knife), he exhibits a mildly feminine burst of glee when the girl he likes confirms her invite to his party.  The boy is declared “a work in progress,” and the father, driven by conceived father-son expectations, is more resolute than ever to give his son a gift to guide the boy’s proper transition into manhood. (Later on, those same expectations convince him to fight a mob of disgruntled groomsmen).  His wife, Theresa (played by Teri Polo) has bought their son a violent video game, but Will is determined to find a truly manly gift.  Predictably, the son is given “Old Mohaska,” and accidentally cuts himself with it before Will is finished explaining to his protesting wife that his father gave him the knife when he was Nathan’s age.

The plot of this pilot episode would have been instantly recognizable had it premiered two months later while its inspiration undoubtedly aired simultaneously on a competing network.  The 1983 film, A Christmas Story, based on the 1960s short stories and anecdotes of Chicago-native Jean Shepherd, deals with coming-of-age gifting in a similar way – with a similar result.  Ralphie Parker, a nine-year-old boy in 1930s/1940s Hammond, Indiana, wants a Red Ryder BB Gun, but adults tell him “You’ll shoot your eye out.”  His father does buy him the Mohaska, and explains to his protesting wife that his father gave him a gun when he was Ralphie’s age.  Ralphie takes the gun to the backyard and, on the first shot, nearly shoots his eye out.          

Masculinity is becoming harder to define in our society.  Gender and gender roles are being questioned, and traditional images of manhood are becoming scarce.  Comparing the suburban man of today to the one of yesterday may convince those who care about that sort of thing that men are becoming an “over-evolved generation of panty-waists.”  Will, as his father before him, and his father’s father before him, decides a real man should have a real gun (or, in this case, a real knife), instead of a video game.  Man Up! suggests that this is why men are not men anymore.  Men don’t participate in real violence.  Men don’t use real weapons, and are unable to use even the weapons that have been passed down to them.  Today, most men experience violence solely through games played on a screen or an ice rink or a chalk-lined field.  Their weapons are hockey sticks and remote controls, and their tactics are learned not from war, but from Playstation 3 and Monday Night Football. 

The sitcom identifies another cause of the fall of masculinity: women.  Women are the obstacle to manliness, and yet women accuse men of not being real men.  Women will not let men have any fun.  (“Theresa will kill me” if I do that.)  Women drive men, in this case Craig Griffith (played by Christopher Moynihan), to interrupt weddings in the style of The Graduate singing “Brown Eyed Girl.”  (“I need closure.”  “You need to close your vagina.”)  Women use their power over men for evil, as does Brenda Hayden (played by Amanda Detmer) when she decides to bring her new “soap-operatic, sensitive-yet-sexy” boyfriend, Grant (played by Henry Simmons), to the birthday party to enrage her ex-husband, Kenny Hayden (played by Dan Fogler).  Men cannot be men because women have them by the balls.       

These three amigos attempt to protect and project their masculinity, but, despite their best efforts, they always end up looking like a bunch of queers.

Ha.

Although Moynihan’s writing bares resemblance to thoughtful examinations of the state of modern-day masculinity, such as Howard Korder’s 1988 Pulitzer Prize-nominated coming-of-age play, Boys’ Life, one cannot ignore the message that lies beneath Man Up!’s guise of gender satire: Will Keen needs to teach his son how to be a man so other boys don’t think he is gay.  And how fortunate that this point can be made (over and over and over again) by using the same gimmick employed by Saturday Night Live and countless sitcoms to get laughs – straight people acting like gay people.  What could be funnier than that, right?

Man Up! is centered around immature men and women reacting to unmanly behavior.  Because the show is a satire on masculinity, it is able to make fun of gays exactly as shows of this nature always have, but from a slightly elevated plane.  That matter aside, the characters have no depth, the writing is preachy and the jokes - all of them - are not funny.  

High-Rise Meets High Art

"I call architecture frozen music” proclaimed the German polymath Johann Wolfgang von Goethe nearly two hundred years ago.  It seems appropriate to evoke this over-worn quote to describe architect Jeanne Gang’s award winning modernist high-rise Aqua, the exterior of which appears to hold frozen lakes and rivers within its surface.

Goethe, himself a writer, artist and scientist, could appreciate when two professions with major differences merged to create something extraordinary.  Aqua is a stunning example of the coupling of architecture, an industry riddled with compliance, and art, an industry that thrives on defiance.  Chicago architecture critic Blair Kamin, a glowing supporter of Aqua, addresses this merger in his 2009 review: “The balconies elevate an otherwise-ordinary concrete-framed structure to the level of art.”

The wavy hand-formed concrete outdoor terraces wrap entirely, yet also interruptedly, around on each floor creating the overall appearance of an enormous dinosaur rib cage lowered and fitted onto a simple rectangular glass building.  The dull white of the bones contrasts with the shimmering blue of the ice that lies between the skeletal interruptions. 

Another of Aqua’s aesthetic achievements is its ability to transform.  The Aqua you see from Millennium Park will be different from the Aqua you see from directly underneath the tower.  Or during the bright of day as opposed to the dark of night.  (The best viewing experience would be close up during the day.)  Within Aqua’s newly-opened Radisson Blu Hotel is an example of this effect.  If you walk past the front desk, through the lobby, past the bar, you find a “secret art gallery” (hallway).  There on the wall is a 3D painting of an art gallery by British artist Patrick Hughes.  As you slowly walk past it, the accordion-like wood composition changes as parts of the work are obscured by others.  Due to this effect, Aqua can appear to be a composition of bone-formed hills with valleys of frozen ice, or one entirely formed by frozen waves.

According to publicity materials, the “waves” are inspired by the Great Lakes.  It could be argued, however, that main influence originated from the south Atlantic.  Brazilian architect Oscar Niemeyer (still alive at 103) used a similar technique with his apartment buildings in Belo Horizonte and Sao Paulo, Brazil, during the 1950s.  Paulo Niemeyer Apartments, built in Belo Horizonte between 1954 and 1960, bares the strongest resemblance to Aqua – minus the wavy quality of Gang’s terraces.  Despite this blatant similarity, Blair Kamin’s review of Aqua makes no mention of Niemeyer.  He does, however, aptly reference Chicago architect Bertrand Goldberg’s Marina City complex (completed 1964).

For those unfamiliar with the work of Niemeyer, the waves of Aqua may bring to mind more animated comparisons.  During the Toccata and Fugue section of Disney’s 1940 animated film Fantasia (the brief “wave scene”), one may find what rolls toward the screen resembles quite closely what rolls across the glass façade of 225 North Columbus Drive.