Please Rise

Officer, your heart isn't quite that low...

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While watching the 2014 Winter Olympics a few weeks ago, I was, as I usually am, struck by how odd a concept national anthems are.  I mean, it’s basically a leitmotif for your country, as if it were a character in a play.  The very notion is really odd, especially on this side of the 20th century.  National anthems are, despite what one might think, a fairly recent phenomenon.  They have their roots in nationalism, a concept that dates back to only the 19th century, and which doesn’t have nearly the same kind of pull now that it did just 30 years ago, in the midst of the Cold War.  Some of the anthems out there are far older than nationalism is, but were usually not written with “become my country’s theme song” in mind.  Some of them, including the American one, started out as drinking songs!

Well, while pondering the strangeness of national anthems as a thing, it suddenly occurred to me that despite the dozens, nay, hundreds of fictional nations I can name off the top of my head from science fiction and fantasy, there are only a handful of anthems that I could think of representing them.  It’s as if all of the creators were deliberately avoiding the subject, for fear of creating too strong a connection with the real world and all of its associated political hangups.  It’s just exceedingly rare to hear an anthem from a fictional nation.  So rare, in fact, that after I made this list of all of the fictional anthems I could think of off the top of my head, when I checked online for any that I was unaware of or had forgotten, I found that I was only missing a handful more, none of them especially memorable.  Let’s take a look at the ones that stuck with me…

 

Animaniacs“The National Anthem of Anvilania”

Weren’t expecting this one, were you?  Yes, the 1990s children’s television series Animaniacs featured, as the national anthem of an anvil-themed medieval nation state, a parody of the singing style of Perry Como.  Who was last relevant as a singer in the public consciousness circa 1980.  Odd choice there, guys, but whatever.  Even as a kid only vaguely aware of who Como (fittingly styled “Perry Coma” here) was, I found the joke funny, and the “song,” such as it was, absurdistly memorable, something Animaniacs was kind of known for being.  Yes, inexplicably, you will have this stuck in your head for a while.

 

Battlestar Galactica (2003 series) – “The National Anthem of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol”

This was a great idea all around.  Bear McCreary, who composed the modern BSG score in the style of a Japanese war march/Irish folk song, very cleverly brought back the bombastic, Star Wars-style theme Stu Phillips wrote for the original 1970s BSG television series as the anthem of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol.  It’s insanely out of place in the exceedingly grimdark reimagined series, which makes it all the better, considering how utterly ridiculous national anthems tend to be in degrees of bombastic-ness and levels of “never mind all the problems, sing about how awesome we are.”

 

Borat“The National Anthem of Kazakhstan”

The potassium really is impressive.  Arguably, this shouldn’t be on here, since Kazakhstan is a real country, but the version of it from Borat might as well be on the moon for all it has in common with its real life counterpart, so this one gets to be here.  But seriously, all you need to know about this spoof of a Soviet-style anthem is that it was so popular that it was actually accidentally played as the “real” anthem of Kazakhstan when a Kazakh athlete won a gold medal at the 10th Annual Arab Shooting Championship in Kuwait in 2012.  Yeah.  That happened.  Try to watch this video without wincing in sympathy.  The really sad part?  Kazakhstan’s actual anthem is really, really good.

 

Caprica“The National Anthem of Caprica”

Another work from Bear McCready, this one was written as the anthem of the planet Caprica in the BSG prequel series Caprica, which would later become part of the “Twelve Colonies” from the rebooted Battlestar Galactica.  There’s really nothing specific to say here except that this is a lovely piece of music, and sounds completely like a 100% real anthem, and a good one, at that.

 

Final Fantasy VIII“Cactus Jack” (The National Anthem of the Republic of Galbadia)

Nobuo Uematsu is a…  Let’s call him an “interesting” composer, fond of doing completely insane stuff like mixing the musical styles of Jimi Hendrix and Igor Stravinsky.  Best known for composing the music for nine of the fourteen main Final Fantasy video games, he wrote this one for Final Fantasy VIII‘s arrogant, war mongering Republic of Galbadia.  It sounds a bit odd filtered as it is through the old PlayStation’s MIDI synthesizer, but it doesn’t take much imagination to get an idea of what it would have sounded like played by an actual orchestra: like half of the less memorable national anthems from the real world.

 

Follow That Bird“The Grouch Anthem”

Hehehe…  Somewhere back in 1985, a 5-year-old me is grinning like a cheshire cat.

 

The Hunger Games“Horn of Plenty” (The National Anthem of Panem)

Arguably the best fictional national anthem I’ve ever heard, James Newton Howard’s “Horn of Plenty” for the futuristic dystopia of Panem, is perfectly fascistic, histrionic, and epic.  And you can’t help but love the anthem, and how incredibly boastful and prideful the lyrics are, even while you hate what it’s celebrating.  Which is kind of the point (see the Soviet Union’s national anthem, which worked so perfectly as an anthem that it was brought back with altered lyrics in 2000 for the modern Russian Federation, despite the unfortunate association with a horribly oppressive regime).

 

Nineteen Eighty-Four – “Oceania ‘Tis for Thee” (The National Anthem of Oceania)

On its face, this is a straightforward national anthem with all of the standard accoutrements of jingoism, over-the-top praise, and borderline silly pride.  Until you read George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four, or watch the 1984 film adaptation this version of the anthem is from, and realize just how utterly insane it is that any song even remotely like this represents Oceania.  A single, icy piano note would probably be more appropriate.  “Blackwhite,” indeed.

 

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine“The National Anthem of the United Federation of Planets”

Speaking as a lifelong Star Trek fan, the Federation anthem was something I had wondered about for many, many years.  In my head, I always assumed it would be Jerry Goldsmith’s march from Star Trek: The Motion Picture (which later became the Main Theme of Star Trek: The Next Generation), and that the people running the franchise back then might sneak it in without warning during a scene as a kind of treat for the fans.  …Instead, it finally showed up in the 1999 Star Trek: Deep Space Nine episode “Take Me Out to the Holosuite,” played before  a simulated baseball game, of all things, and it ends up being this incredibly drab, generic, lyric-less thing.  Ugh.  What a wasted opportunity, and very typical of the incredibly bland and “safe” Star Trek of the period (which DS9 usually avoided being, but clearly failed here).

 

The Empire Strikes Back – “The Imperial March” (The National Anthem of the Galactic Empire)

Yep.  This is the anthem of the Galactic Empire in Star Wars.  Darth Vader’s theme music, possibly the best-known leitmotif on the planet (which is really saying something coming from King of the Leitmotifs, John Williams), is a national anthem.  While this has never been shown on-screen, it has been very subtly hinted at in several books and video games, which have varying degrees of canonicity.  It was most blatantly hinted at in A.C. Crispin’s “The Paradise Snare,” where the exact tune is referenced as “the martial theme of the Imperial Navy.”  While the theme may sound a bit too “evil” to one’s ears to be believable as something any government would choose as their anthem (“we are the hero of our own story,” after all), there are certainly equally ominous and martial anthems out there in the real world as proof that some governments would.  The powerful, relentless triplet figure that gets into your head and never leaves is probably the best.  Anthem.  EVER.

 

New York, NY
April 7, 2014

10-Mile Run

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Running!  The act of putting one foot in front of the other, and propelling oneself forward, at speed.  Once upon a time, I couldn’t stand doing it.  It was boring, it was painful, it made me nauseous, and it was something my dad was obsessed with, and God knows, I didn’t want anything to do with his interests back then.  But one thing I’ve always had an excess of was energy.  Insane amounts of energy, actually.  I had always been a walker, walking distances other, car-bound mortals found preposterous, even in the pedestrian purgatory of suburban Pittsburgh during high school and college.  Running and I were clearly on a collision course with destiny, and it was just a matter of when it would finally become an obsession for me, not if.  The extreme effort required of me to recover from a particularly nasty accident I suffered in my early 20s was the foundation for this obsession, and then moving back home to the walker’s paradise of New York City became the catalyst.

Not long after finally completely moving back to New York in 2010, I began running regularly, first managing regular 3-mile, 30-minute runs, then graduating to 4 and 5-mile runs.  But it wasn’t until I took on the only slightly psychotic challenge of running a full marathon, like my father many times before me, that I fell head-over-heels for it.  Training for the 2013 Pittsburgh Marathon sent me on 8, 10, and 12-mile runs, culminating in a complete marathon.  Once that was done, I was officially hooked, and now, I easily run a total of 25 to 35 miles every week.  I cannot go a week without running anymore.  It doesn’t matter if it’s 10 degrees and there’s a blinding snowstorm outside, I will go running if I feel that I need to.

People really don’t understand this.  Running, to people who don’t do it regularly, is the exclusive property of the insane.  Running for more than 20 minutes, much less for 120, without stopping, is utter madness to most.  There are times when I’m describing a particularly long run to someone, and I feel as if I’m describing a visit to the Planet Zarkon in the 8th Dimension to them.  I might as well be speaking Klingon, they really just don’t get it.  “How do you not get bored?”  “How do you keep going?”  “What does it feel like?”  “What do you do to pass the time?”

With all of this in mind, as I ran a particularly intense 10 miles from Boerum Hill, Brooklyn to Astoria, Queens last Saturday, I made  a point of paying attention to what I was thinking, feeling and seeing as I went, so that I would be able to share with you, gentle non-running readers, just what it’s like to run this seemingly magical distance.  Running on the street in New York is always interesting, to say the least, so there was a lot to make a note of.  But it won’t be as deep or informative as you might be expecting…

Here was my route…

full route

I was in Brooklyn to look at an apartment for my upcoming move at the end of April, and decided to go in my running clothes so I could take off right afterwards.  I rode the 2 Train from Fulton Street in Manhattan, saw the apartment, then took off.

 

START: NEVINS STREET, BOERUM HILL, BROOKLYN

Beautiful day, beautiful weather, wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt while running for the first time in ages, here we go!  Let’s go south first.  Maybe I can run through Park Slope, or all the way to Coney Island, or something.  I’ve always wanted to run that way.  Yeah, I’m gonna run that way!

.5 MILE: WARREN STREET, BOERUM HILL, BROOKLYN

Yeah, screw it, I don’t want to go to Coney Island.  It’s all flat from here to the ocean, and that means dodging strollers in Park Slope.  Let’s go north, instead!  Maybe I’ll run over one of the bridges into Manhattan, eventually.

1 MILE: ATLANTIC AVENUE, BOERUM HILL, BROOKLYN

Oh, hey, a group of slightly-scary looking old guys of some variety.  Hello, gentlemen, please don’t look at me.  I wonder if the fact that I’m all in black, including my socks, makes me more intimidating?  Wait, why am I going east?  I’m going away from Manhattan.  …Huh.  North.  I was going north.  What’s a good avenue to go north on?  Bedford goes all the way to Greenpoint, and right through the middle of Williamsburg…  And it’s Saturday, so there won’t be 800 Hasidim looking at me like I’m an alien as I run through South Williamsburg.  Yeah, okay, Bedford.

2 MILES: LAFAYETTE AVENUE, CLINTON HILL, BROOKLYN

Clinton Hill is really pretty.  The brownstones are ridiculous.  My God, what a beautiful day!  This winter has been freaking horrible.  I really want to run in this kind of weather all of the time.  Clearly, I need to move to San Francisco.  GAH!  STROLLERS!  Okay, now I’m in the middle of the street, squeezed between parked cars and driving cars, because FREAKING STROLLERS.  Damn strollers.

3 MILES: BEDFORD AVENUE, BEDFORD-STUYVESANT, BROOKLYN

Holy crap, this area has gentrified.  But still, it’s kind of depressing that trash pickup clearly becomes less of a concern the moment you cross east of Classon.  It’s like the city doesn’t even care.  Oh, hey, some scary looking guys.  Hello, scary looking guys!  Please ignore my sensitive nature, and focus entirely on my 6’2″ height.  …I’m getting sick of listing to “Vale Decem“.  Why do I keep listening to “Vale Decem”?  It’s basically a funeral dirge.  What does that say about me?

4 MILES: BEDFORD AVENUE, WILLIAMSBURG, BROOKLYN

Okay, I clearly miscalculated on the “no Hasidim glowering at me” thing.  Wow, that was a stare.  It can’t be me and my hairy legs scandalizing that guy, it must be that I’m like some kind of omen, like a reminder of scandalously dressed attractive female runners.  “BEWARE!  SHIKSA FOLLOW IN MY GENTILE WAKE!!”  Under the bridge, and here comes hipster Williamsburg.  HOLY CRAP!  WHERE THE HECK DID ALL OF THESE PEOPLE COME FROM???  Whoa, whoa, whoa!  People, stop walking your damn bikes on the sidewalk!  Oh, God, all the boxes of records inexplicably being sold on the curb!  …Did I just see a 20-year-old guy with a full-blown prospector beard dressed like Captain Jack Harkness?

5 MILES: BEDFORD AVENUE, GREENPOINT, BROOKLYN

Okay, then, legs hurting a bit now.  Hipsters and their bikes…  Dodging all of that didn’t help my ankles.  And wow, I’m still hurting from that demented SoulCycle class on Thursday…  Wait.  Wasn’t I going to go back into Manhattan?  Queensboro!  Let’s run over the Queensboro Bridge, I haven’t done that in ages.  So, I need to find McGuinness, so I can go into Queens over the Pulaski Bridge.  …How long have I been running, anyway?  …I seriously need to get off of this Doctor Who kick.  I’ve listened to “The Long Song” way too many times now.  Again with the ominous singing…

6 MILES: MCGUINNESS BOULEVARD, GREENPOINT, BROOKLYN

Why am I smelling poop right now?  Seriously, that is one hell of a poop smell.  Like I’m smelling a gigantic pile of alien poop.  …That’s underneath the Pulaski Bridge for some reason.  …Oh, great, climbing now.  Okay, this hurts.  A lot.  No, no!  Sing along, damn it!  “Waaaaaaaaake uuuuuuuuuuup   Waaaaaaaaake uuuuuuuuuuup…  And let the clooooooooak of liiiiiiiiiiife…”  Oh, I love this view of Midtown.

7 MILES: 11TH STREET, LONG ISLAND CITY (HUNTERS POINT), QUEENS

Probably should have gone up Jackson Avenue.  This is one seriously abandoned street.  Well, there’s the bridge.  Hmm…  I feel like the climb up the ramp will kill me…  You know what I’ve never done?  Run across the Triborough Bridge!  That can’t be that far away, right?  And it gives me an excuse to run into Astoria.  I’m not hurting that much, I can make it.  Let’s go!  But first: no more Doctor Who music.

8 MILES: QUEENS PLAZA NORTH, LONG ISLAND CITY, QUEENS

Arm yourself, because no one else here will save yooooooooou!  And the odds will betraaaaaaaaaay yooooooooou!  And I will replace yooooooooou!”

9 MILES: 31ST STREET, ASTORIA, QUEENS

Good GOD, that N Train is loud up there.  I wonder how much further I could go?  Could I run all the way into Harlem, across both bridge spans?  That would be awesome.  I’m definitely going to give that a try.  Oh, hey, is that girl high fiving me?  She totally is!  BAM, high five!  Whoo!  I am a runner, damn it!

10 MILES: HOYT AVENUE NORTH, ASTORIA, QUEENS

Cute, kid.  Try to spot check me with a basketball.  I’m older than you and I have more insurance.  Where the heck is the entrance to the bridge?  Oh, there it is.  Wait.  Wait, is that-

FINISH: ROBERT F. KENNEDY BRIDGE (TRIBOROUGH BRIDGE-EAST RIVER SUSPENSION BRIDGE SEGMENT), WARDS ISLAND, MANHATTAN

Damn it, damn it, damn it, that staircase did me in.  Why is there a staircase instead of a ramp?!  I can’t run up that without destroying myself!  Oh, to hell with it.  I’ll just walk into Harlem.  90 minutes of running isn’t bad, Christian.  …There are a lot of homeless people’s abandoned blankets on here.  I sense this isn’t a frequently used bridge walkway.

*Walks onto Wards Island, realizes toes are bleeding, decides to just get on the M35 bus back into Manhattan, then takes a 5 Train from 125th Street back down to Bowling Green.  Caffeine and a night of dancing followed.*

 

March 26, 2014
New York, NY