Archive for the ‘Culture Shock’ Category

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Debunking the 10 Commandments controversy of Stigler

June 19, 2008

When I told people that I was moving to a little town in Oklahoma called Stigler, they inevitably went to Wikipedia to get some more information on my new stomping grounds.

It was always the same old story.

“You’re going to the town that put the 10 Commandments in front of their courthouse, but couldn’t spell ‘adultery’ right?”

To much of the world, that is what Stigler is known for — its decision to perhaps push the definition of “separation of church and state” to the limits by agreeing to put a stone monument on government property. The decision, and the subsequent lawsuit by the ACLU, thrusted the small town of 3,000 into the national spotlight for a while as commentators argued if it was legal and whether or not the commandments should be allowed in such a public place.

But one notable detail was overlooked. Chiseled into the tablet, the seventh commandment read, “Thou shalt not commit adultry.” (By the way, spell check just automatically formatted it to ‘adultery’ so I had to go back and edit it)

It was the perfect punch line for far-left commentators. In their opinion, it was just a hick town that “clung” to its religion, propagating it mindlessly whatever they could. Their unintelligence was, for the commentators, confirmed by the misspelling.

And now, for anyone who checks out the Stigler Wiki page, they see the controversy and the misspelling.

I have to admit, the monument was one of the first things I checked out when I moved into town. Sure enough, there was the misspelling shining in the sun. I could not understand how it hadn’t been fixed yet. I mean, it’s kind of embarrassing to allow yourself to be the butt of a joke.

Somehow, the 10 commandments issue was brought up in the office this week, and I mentioned that I couldn’t believe the misspelling hadn’t been fixed yet.

Misspelling? What misspelling?

Without exception, every person in the office who was originally from Stigler had no idea the word was misspelled. Every person who moved to Stigler knew about the blunder.

For some reason, the misspelling just isn’t common knowledge amongst the majority of residents here. My theory is that the misspelled word wasn’t noticed right away and by the time someone did notice it, the local media decided that people were so sick of all the 10 commandment news that they didn’t publish it.

But it made its way to Wikipedia and the world knows all about it.

I’m thinking about writing an article for the newspaper about it, but for now, I decided to just settle on the blog entry. I don’t mind the commandments at the courthouse, though I can sympathize with both sides of the argument. I just think we should fix it.

Let’s raise some money, and do this adultery thing right. Well, you know what I mean.

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Hot dogs and Jesus

May 9, 2008

It happened over a month ago, but it exemplified some of the differences between Oklahoma and the Northeast, so I thought it’d make for a good entry.

It was Good Friday, the start of Easter weekend. Management decided to call it an early day, and encouraged people to leave after lunch. In fact, they even had a barbecue for lunch.

Yeah, that wouldn’t fly in the Northeast. I can just imagine some guy in Boston proposing a barbecue on Good Friday — he’d be called a heathen before he finished the sentence.

It is Catholic tradition that you give up meat on Fridays during Lent. Until 1962 at an ecumenical council, Catholics weren’t supposed to eat meat on any Friday during the year. Not everyone minded the inconvenience, especially Italian restaurants. A lot of cheese pizzas were ordered in these days.

But less and less people were observing the rule, so the Catholic Church did away with it, limiting it only to Lenten Fridays.

Most Protestant religions do not have the rule, although they did at one time. It supposedly started in 1548, not for spiritual or religious reasons, but to help the fisherman market.

Anyway, I just wanted to point out one of those cultural differences…

Related posts: The Catholic Guy, Jesus and Vasectomies

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Recycling

April 7, 2008

Tom Nelson of Los Angeles recently asked how Oklahoma compares to Southern California in terms of the environment.

Simply put, in LA, they are freaks about it. Not recycling is the equivalent of punching a baby panda bear in the stomach.

I’m certainly not diminishing the importance of recycling. Yeah, you should do it. Yeah, it’s important. But the fact remains that people take offense there if you don’t

Here, not so much. Now, I work for a printing company and it’d probably be really irresponsible if they didn’t recycle. But they do. In fact, they get a big “thumbs up” for their environmentally friendly ways, prompting me to take a photo of our production manager Manuel in front of a framed certificate saying how many thousands of trees we have saved by recycling.

But like anywhere I suppose, people and companies use the environment card wherever they see fit. Case in point—the casino I play cards in just got a whole lot stingier. Apparently disturbed by the amount of paper towels people were taking, they removed all the paper products, leaving just the faulty old automatic hand dryers. They posted a sign in the bathroom saying the casino had “gone green.”

Yes, “going green” is the new “going cheap.”

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What do you call people from Washington, D.C.?

April 5, 2008

My friend Pat from New Jersey recently gave me some advice on how to make my blog more appealing. His suggestion, in his own words: “Make fun of the locals more – the dinner thing was good, but it could have been more condescending. Work on that. And then describe how it feels to be tarred and feathered.”

Now, Pat’s a good guy so I don’t think he really means any ill will toward Stig natives, but there is of course the perception on the coasts that people in Middle America are less intelligent and less cultured. In my experience, I have not found that to be the case — for the most part.

People here seem to be just as intelligent as they are on the coasts, and if anything, they seem to have way more common sense and practical knowledge. And they’re friendly, which is no small thing. For the record, New York City is also an incredibly friendly place. Ignore the inaccurate stereotype.

But all those qualifiers aside, I heard a story about the ignorance of a woman that I simply had to share.

Tim, one of my co-workers, conversed with a local elderly woman about some of the immigrant workers in the county. She, apparently, was not a big fan of them. But she had some inside knowledge about them that she had to share.

“You know,” she whispered, glancing around as if to see if there was anyone watching. “They’re not even Mexicans.”

“Oh yeah?” Tim responded. “What are they?”

“They’re District of Columbians.”

Not having the heart to tell her otherwise (or perhaps he was just too afraid he’d burst out laughing), he let her statement stand.

Yes, these immigrants from D.C. are simply taking over. I say, we should build a wall around D.C. and protect our country from the politicians and lobbyists. Hmm… maybe this crazy woman was onto something…

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It’s a dog’s world. We just live in it.

March 6, 2008

Man, dogs have sweet lives out here. Much more than where I’m from, the dogs are allowed to roam free. I’m hesitant to call them “stray dogs,” because most of them are probably pets, but people just let them do their thing and walk the streets.

The other morning, it was really nice out and actually kind of warm (a stark difference to the four inches of snow we got today. Gotta love the weather in Oklahoma — where they don’t have seasons, they have extremes.). On my way to work, I saw three dogs just lounging on the warm pavement. I had to inch my car toward them before finally they looked at me, sort of shrugged and lazily got up and sauntered away.

I was actually pretty relieved. For a moment, I thought I was going to have to pull a U-turn and find a different route.

It’s nice to regularly see dogs, in my opinion. I’ve always been a dog person, and it helps with the trauma of being away from my German Shepherd mutt, Regis. And no, I didn’t name him after Regis Philbin. Both Philbin and my dog were named after my high school. For information on my high school commute, check out the comments section of Yes, I am alive. or just stay tuned for an upcoming entry.

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West Philadelphia, born and raised… (Well actually, Kearny, NJ, born and reared)

February 27, 2008

So I’ve been getting a lot of criticism about my use of the word “raised” in my ‘About the Blog’ section. I open with the line: “I was born and raised in Northern New Jersey.” I get a lot of strange looks and corrections whenever I use the word in conversation, and my loyal reader Transplanted Okie made a point to comment and set me straight.If most people on the coasts are like me, they have never uttered the phrase, “I was reared in [insert state here].” Yet I am tired of being corrected. I will leave my ‘About the Blog’ paragraph for now, but soon after the site launches with its redesign, I will change it.You win, Middle America. Speaking of the redesign, it looks amazing. Ashlee Goodwin is incredible, and it should take place any day now. There is a chance that the redesign could have unintended consequences and a couple of short-term issues. The site might even go down for a day or two. If this is the case, have no fear. It will be corrected promptly. Cross your fingers and hope that everything goes smoothly.Back to the issue of being “raised” (just to clarify to the coasts: chickens are raised, people are reared — folks here literally use that word), I almost wanted to argue with people in the beginning that I was right. But since the only evidence I had was Will Smith’s intro to his TV show The Fresh Prince of Bel Air (which, by the way, is very underrated), I had to refrain.But I did find this youtube with the full version of the song and the music video (The TV show cuts out the second verse and a lot of footage). Enjoy and pay particularly close attention to the 0:30 mark…

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It don’t matter if you’re…

February 26, 2008

I thought I’d post an entry about diversity in Oklahoma. I know what the coasts are thinking: what diversity? Of course, it is not comparable to Los Angeles or New York but it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, not EVERYONE here is white.

There’s a large Native American population in Oklahoma (11.4%), and for some reason, there are a lot of Germans here too (14.5%).  Other notable demographics: 11.8% Irish, 9.6% English, 8.1% African American.

But when I think about diversity in Oklahoma, I think of a moment when I was at a job interview in Duncan. I remember the sports editor there telling me how Duncan was very diverse. I could barely contain my surprise. “Really?” I blurted out. “Oh yeah,” he responded. “We have every kind of Baptist that you can think of.”

He was completely serious. Now, of course diversity and interculturalism incorporate a lot of things and many aspects including faith, but all I could think of at the time was, “Man, we have a different definition of diversity where I’m from.”

For some reason, all of this talk about diversity has reminded me of the classic Michael Jackson song, “Black or White.” I was about 6 when this came out. There’s a disturbing and embarrassing home video of me dancing and lip syncing this entire song. I can only hope that it has been lost or demolished.

Anyway, I just wanted to provide the wonderful music video that only gets better with time:

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You won’t hear this at the Borgata or the Taj…

February 20, 2008

The other day, while I was at the casino, I overheard a couple of lines of dialogue that reminded me that I’m not in Kansas, er, New Jersey, anymore.

“Hey Bob, you gonna play in the tournament?”

“Nah, I can’t. I gotta go feed my cows.”

“Yeah. I just came back from feeding mine.”

The conversation actually got me thinking about cows. How often are they fed? I mean, I didn’t know if it was once a week or 10 times a day. I know I fed my dog once a day, except on days that I would forget.

Geez, I’m kidding. Calm down, PETA.

But for those of you who are wondering, according to the Texas cattle feeders association, you feed cows 2-3 times a day. For more info, check out their FAQ.

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Country singers are smarter than they look.

February 16, 2008

Country singers get a bad reputation on the coasts. Their music generally isn’t well liked and they are often dismissed as unintelligent.

I didn’t used to be a fan of country music, but I have done a complete 180 in the past year. The more I listen, the more I like. In fact, a disturbing thing happened to me the other day. The radio had some contest where they played a country song for a listener, stopped the song midway through it, and had the listener sing the next line. If the listener sang it correctly, she won. Now, I didn’t call in or anything but I did know the next line of the random country song. Man have times changed…

But I noticed something very interesting — and dare I say, genius — about some country singers and their hit songs. They create different versions of them, releasing community-specific hits.

For example, Montgomery Gentry’s song “Lucky man” has the following lyric:

“I have days where I hate my job
This little town and the whole world too
Last Sunday when the Bengals lost
Lord it put me in a bad mood”

But then I heard it the other day sayinf this: “Last Sunday when the Cowboys lost…” It turns out Gentry has edited the song with every NFL and MLB team as well as a number of hockey teams. The markets simply play the song with their appropriate local team.

Terri Clark’s “I wanna do it all” is another example. She sings:

“I wanna do it all
Visit Paris in the fall
Watch the Yankees play ball
I wanna take it all in”

She also sings, “Watch the Red Sox play ball” and even “Watch the Cowboys play ball.”

Now, you might consider this in poor taste – a form of stale, commercialized music. That wouldn’t be a ridiculous judgment. But I consider it genius. I mean, one little reference and it caters to an entirely new area. Brilliant.

Country singers are smarter than they look.

(I decided to copy a youtube of Montgomery’s song so that you fine people on the coasts can experience a taste of good ole country…)

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Wednesday is the new Sunday.

February 14, 2008

As most college kids know, Thursday is a big social night. Some would even argue it’s bigger than Friday. I remember a few of my friends were insistent that Wednesday, with a little work and a little enthusiasm, could be the “new Thursday.”

Well, that wouldn’t work in Oklahoma, because Wednesday is already the “new Sunday.” In the Sooner State, and especially around here, a large number of people attend church on Wednesdays for bible study and things of that nature. So many people do it that they virtually never schedule any kind of events or athletic contests on the hump day. I don’t know why, but I just found it pretty interesting and thought “y’all” on the coasts might too.