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Among so many unquestionably valid definitions of the word heroes, my favorite would be this shaky one that is I formulated myself: “the people you find worth copy-catting.”
My first is, and I’m more than just doing my “son” job, is my father. Very early --so early I can’t remember when it started-- I wanted to be a physician very much like he is. Also very early I was distracted into other dreams by several other heroes. This is not by any chance means that the my-father-the-hero day day is long gone, rather that he finds his way of being my hero --as many fathers do-- in more infiltrating, creeping way. The rest of my heroes are a bit fuzzy in sequence, but I’m making that attempt to sort them out anyway.
One among of the next is Pak Tino Sidin; and I was a kindergarten brat. Every week TVRI aired his show, in which he taught us drawing. He drew animals, plants, people, buildings. He started his masterpieces by drawing outlines with black markers and finish-touchedit with some elegant crayoning. My father loves Monet, but I think Pak Tino is the deserving genius. Monet is, at best, a stranger, let alone Pak Tino’s equal. Unlike Monet’s, as each line was drawn, Pak Tino’s pictures have stories, a tale which he told ever excitingly; Monet’s don’t. So I aspire to be an artist and my works made their way into a gallery: the practise room of dr. Anwar Jusuf’s (this is, of course, evidence of Pak Tino’s triumph over Monet). I don’t remember when, but some other heroes came in my way and Pak Tino disappeared from the horizon. I was, in my defense, distracted. I still draw from time to time. I do that for the unbearable thought of losing little talent of mine.
The same TV channel --the only TV channel at that age-- aired Mork and Mindy, starring Robin Williams. In the show Mork is an alien sent to study the social way of us Earthlings, and to report to his chief Orson telepathically on a regular basis (This synopsis is of course is no way made aware to my limited understanding of the time). Williams, however, has a particularly stretchy face and a pantomimic motor control that can make my young persuadable mind a good loud and hard laugh Nano-nano puched my nana-nana guts. And that sets my heart to a comic career. (Williams, later I found out, was among his own scriptwriter, and Mork and Mindy is not just a clown show; and I'm really glad about it)
Years to come I was to encounter other colors of comedy from the likes of Jerry Lewis, Jerry Seinfeld, Adam Sandler, David Letterman, Steve Martin, and George Carlin; and not in any way Jim Carrey made my list. During these years I learned the genre of stand-up comic, and that all these names on my list started their career as one. Further digging enlightened me that these comic population became the way they are because they are great skit writer. Writing. By this time, I was in high school.
Afterward I saw TV in a different light (in a different light as a high-schooler normally be) and found one particular capturing serial, The West Wing. Setup in the west wing --as titled-- of The White House, the series tells the story of the House’s daily hassles; how the senior staff aid The President to juggle between the nation’s competing policy proposals in addition to micromanage their personal lives. Wing is noticeably the romance of politics at its best (and that idea is quite the most original at the time). In the Wing politics is merely a background, it’s the drama that made their focal appearance and, definitely add to that, the comedy. The drama is inspiring but the comedy is the jackpot. Never before crossed my mind that you can bend comedy like that; that life in any forms is worth laughing at. In fact, director and scriptwriter Aaron Sorkin lead a double life (or tripple) as a comedian. That’s good news: that I can add writing to comedy. That’s two peas in a pod. Wait. That’s not the right line (How am I doing so far?)
After so many years, and so many profession to copycat, they do turn out to be merely my hobbies. They gradually stepped back into a far background on the picture of the things I wish to do --which even now is still hazy at best. Then the multimedia culture came, so did the internet, not to mention YouTube. With that I ended up rekindling all my old heroes down to their cyber bones: their bios, their clips, their libraries, their fans (a wide varieties of communities of fan bases). Now they’re back. Maybe still as hobbies, but with brand new kicks. Talk about a kick-start, it this new years resolution that I’m attempting to tell stories and comedies (This is of course aside from the current jobs I do. Nevertheless, anything can happen).
Best of all,
Happy New Year :-)
Among so many unquestionably valid definitions of the word heroes, my favorite would be this shaky one that is I formulated myself: “the people you find worth copy-catting.”
My first is, and I’m more than just doing my “son” job, is my father. Very early --so early I can’t remember when it started-- I wanted to be a physician very much like he is. Also very early I was distracted into other dreams by several other heroes. This is not by any chance means that the my-father-the-hero day day is long gone, rather that he finds his way of being my hero --as many fathers do-- in more infiltrating, creeping way. The rest of my heroes are a bit fuzzy in sequence, but I’m making that attempt to sort them out anyway.
One among of the next is Pak Tino Sidin; and I was a kindergarten brat. Every week TVRI aired his show, in which he taught us drawing. He drew animals, plants, people, buildings. He started his masterpieces by drawing outlines with black markers and finish-touchedit with some elegant crayoning. My father loves Monet, but I think Pak Tino is the deserving genius. Monet is, at best, a stranger, let alone Pak Tino’s equal. Unlike Monet’s, as each line was drawn, Pak Tino’s pictures have stories, a tale which he told ever excitingly; Monet’s don’t. So I aspire to be an artist and my works made their way into a gallery: the practise room of dr. Anwar Jusuf’s (this is, of course, evidence of Pak Tino’s triumph over Monet). I don’t remember when, but some other heroes came in my way and Pak Tino disappeared from the horizon. I was, in my defense, distracted. I still draw from time to time. I do that for the unbearable thought of losing little talent of mine.
The same TV channel --the only TV channel at that age-- aired Mork and Mindy, starring Robin Williams. In the show Mork is an alien sent to study the social way of us Earthlings, and to report to his chief Orson telepathically on a regular basis (This synopsis is of course is no way made aware to my limited understanding of the time). Williams, however, has a particularly stretchy face and a pantomimic motor control that can make my young persuadable mind a good loud and hard laugh Nano-nano puched my nana-nana guts. And that sets my heart to a comic career. (Williams, later I found out, was among his own scriptwriter, and Mork and Mindy is not just a clown show; and I'm really glad about it)
Years to come I was to encounter other colors of comedy from the likes of Jerry Lewis, Jerry Seinfeld, Adam Sandler, David Letterman, Steve Martin, and George Carlin; and not in any way Jim Carrey made my list. During these years I learned the genre of stand-up comic, and that all these names on my list started their career as one. Further digging enlightened me that these comic population became the way they are because they are great skit writer. Writing. By this time, I was in high school.
Afterward I saw TV in a different light (in a different light as a high-schooler normally be) and found one particular capturing serial, The West Wing. Setup in the west wing --as titled-- of The White House, the series tells the story of the House’s daily hassles; how the senior staff aid The President to juggle between the nation’s competing policy proposals in addition to micromanage their personal lives. Wing is noticeably the romance of politics at its best (and that idea is quite the most original at the time). In the Wing politics is merely a background, it’s the drama that made their focal appearance and, definitely add to that, the comedy. The drama is inspiring but the comedy is the jackpot. Never before crossed my mind that you can bend comedy like that; that life in any forms is worth laughing at. In fact, director and scriptwriter Aaron Sorkin lead a double life (or tripple) as a comedian. That’s good news: that I can add writing to comedy. That’s two peas in a pod. Wait. That’s not the right line (How am I doing so far?)
After so many years, and so many profession to copycat, they do turn out to be merely my hobbies. They gradually stepped back into a far background on the picture of the things I wish to do --which even now is still hazy at best. Then the multimedia culture came, so did the internet, not to mention YouTube. With that I ended up rekindling all my old heroes down to their cyber bones: their bios, their clips, their libraries, their fans (a wide varieties of communities of fan bases). Now they’re back. Maybe still as hobbies, but with brand new kicks. Talk about a kick-start, it this new years resolution that I’m attempting to tell stories and comedies (This is of course aside from the current jobs I do. Nevertheless, anything can happen).
Best of all,
Happy New Year :-)
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