Sunday, September 27, 2009

If something SOUNDS too good to be true, it probably is

Ever heard the saying, "If something SOUNDS too good to be true, it probably is."  This is a proverb that many people do not heed.  Take for example this latest marketing by Ford for their Super Duty trucks and Mike:
According to recent Ford customer research, Mike Rowe is the quintessential “truck guy.” Said one respondent: “I would say that he drives a truck in real life and is not afraid to do stuff like pull out a stump or go off-road.”
“Mike Rowe and Super Duty are a natural pair,” said Eric Peterson, truck communications manager. “Our new lineup of engines and transmission for the 2011 Super Duty was put through a series of extreme tests both in the lab and at the job site. Mike Rowe will take our customers through the details of those tests.”

From media.ford






Mike Rowe, who is constantly on the road filming a show and leaves his Ford parked in the extended-stay parking lot in San Francisco.  He hardly drives a truck and yet Ford marketing thinks that people believe he is driving a truck 24/7.  (I personally thinks his car of choice is a BMW, of which someone drives him around town)  Does anyone see the irony in this?  Is Ford marketing off their rocker?

I thought Mike was the quintessential dirty guy?  I guess the Ford F-150 wasn't manly or dirty enough or the truck does not project Mike's image.  Last time I saw Mike in a Ford commercial, it was an economy car.  I  think Ford is trying to make it sound too good to be true.

Maybe Ford should try this:  Have Mike and Toby Keith mud wrestle to see who gets the top spokesman spots.  I have a feeling Toby is the only one that would win since he uses a truck on his farm and is big enough to make Mike scream "uncle." Well, that doesn't sound too good to be true but may never happen.

I guess people will believe anything even Ford.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Mike Rowe: A War on Work or Reverse Retirement?

I'm constantly reading how Mike has said America has a "war on work."  But is that in fact true?  I stumbled across an excellent blog by Steven Malanga, who just happened to write about the work ethic and what happened to it.  If one really thought about it, there really isn't a war on work but a war on our virtues, morals and ethics surrounding work.  Yeah, so much for Mike trying to start a revolution but there really isn't a war.

Whatever Happened to the Work Ethic? by Steve Malanga
In Democracy in America, Alexis de Tocqueville worried that free, capitalist societies might develop so great a “taste for physical gratification” that citizens would be “carried away, and lose all self-restraint.” Avidly seeking personal gain, they could “lose sight of the close connection which exists between the private fortune of each of them and the prosperity of all” and ultimately undermine both democracy and prosperity.

The genius of America in the early nineteenth century, Tocqueville thought, was that it pursued “productive industry” without a descent into lethal materialism. Behind America’s balancing act, the pioneering French social thinker noted, lay a common set of civic virtues that celebrated not merely hard work but also thrift, integrity, self-reliance, and modesty—virtues that grew out of the pervasiveness of religion, which Tocqueville called “the first of [America’s] political institutions, . . . imparting morality” to American democracy and free markets. Some 75 years later, sociologist Max Weber dubbed the qualities that Tocqueville observed the “Protestant ethic” and considered them the cornerstone of successful capitalism. Like Tocqueville, Weber saw that ethic most fully realized in America, where it pervaded the society. Preached by luminaries like Benjamin Franklin, taught in public schools, embodied in popular novels, repeated in self-improvement books, and transmitted to immigrants, that ethic undergirded and promoted America’s economic success.

What would Tocqueville or Weber think of America today? In place of thrift, they would find a nation of debtors, staggering beneath loans obtained under false pretenses. In place of a steady, patient accumulation of wealth, they would find bankers and financiers with such a short-term perspective that they never pause to consider the consequences or risks of selling securities they don’t understand. In place of a country where all a man asks of government is “not to be disturbed in his toil,” as Tocqueville put it, they would find a nation of rent-seekers demanding government subsidies to purchase homes, start new ventures, or bail out old ones. They would find what Tocqueville described as the “fatal circle” of materialism—the cycle of acquisition and gratification that drives people back to ever more frenetic acquisition and that ultimately undermines prosperous democracies.

And they would understand why. After flourishing for three centuries in America, the Protestant ethic began to disintegrate, with key elements slowly disappearing from modern American society, vanishing from schools, from business, from popular culture, and leaving us with an economic system unmoored from the restraints of civic virtue. Not even Adam Smith—who was a moral philosopher, after all—imagined capitalism operating in such an ethical vacuum. Bailout plans, new regulatory schemes, and monetary policy moves won’t be enough to spur a robust, long-term revival of American economic opportunity without some renewal of what was once understood as the work ethic—not just hard work but also a set of accompanying virtues, whose crucial role in the development and sustaining of free markets too few now recall.

The American experiment that Tocqueville chronicled in the 1830s was more than just an effort to see if men could live without a monarch and govern themselves. A free society had to be one in which people could pursue economic opportunity with only minimal interference from the state. To do so without producing anarchy required a self-discipline that was, to Max Weber, the core of the capitalist ethic. “The impulse to acquisition, pursuit of gain, of money, of the greatest possible amount of money, has in itself nothing to do with capitalism,” Weber wrote in The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism. “Unlimited greed for gain is not in the least identical with capitalism, and still less its spirit.” Instead, the essence of capitalism is “a rational tempering” of the impulse to accumulate wealth so as to keep a business (and ultimately the whole economy) sustainable and self-renewing, Weber wrote. It is “the pursuit of profit, and forever renewed profit, by means of continuous, rational . . . enterprise.”

Weber famously argued that the Protestant Reformation—with John Calvin’s and Martin Luther’s emphasis on individual responsibility, hard work, thrift, providence, honesty, and deferred gratification at its center—shaped the spirit of capitalism and helped it succeed. Calvinism and the sects that grew out of it, especially Puritanism and John Wesley’s Methodism in England, were religions chiefly of the middle and working classes, and the virtues they promoted led to a new kind of affluence and upward mobility, based not on land (which was largely owned by the aristocracy) but on productive enterprises.

Nowhere did the fusing of capitalism and the virtues that made up the work ethic find a fuller expression than in America, where Puritan pioneers founded settlements animated by a Calvinist dedication to work. One result was a remarkable society in which, as Tocqueville would observe, all “honest callings are honorable” and in which “the notion of labor is therefore presented to the mind on every side as the necessary, natural, and honest condition of human existence.” Unlike in Europe, where aristocrats and gentry often scorned labor, in the United States, “a wealthy man thinks that he owes it to public opinion to devote his leisure to some kind of industrial or commercial pursuit, or to public business. He would think himself in bad repute if he employed his life solely in living.”

This thick and complex work ethic, so essential to the success of the early, struggling American settlements, became part of the country’s civic fabric. It found its most succinct expression in the writings of Benjamin Franklin, whose well-known maxims, now considered quaintly old-fashioned, recommended to citizens of the new country a worldview that promoted work and the pursuit of wealth. “Time is money” and “Never keep borrowed money an hour beyond the time you promised” and “Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise” voiced virtues that Franklin and his contemporaries viewed not chiefly as religious but as utilitarian. A reputation for honesty makes it easier to borrow money for new ventures, Franklin counseled. A man who displays self-discipline in his personal life inspires confidence in lenders and business partners. This constellation of virtues, which Weber described as “the ideal of the honest man of recognized credit,” is how one gets ahead in life.

Franklin’s best-selling writings had an enormous impact on America. His ideas, widely applauded, permeated popular culture and education. The leading grammar school textbooks of the nineteenth century, for example, by William Holmes McGuffey and his brother Alexander, inculcated children with the virtues of work and thrift. To dramatize the “Consequences of Idleness,” McGuffey’s Fourth Eclectic Reader told the story of poor George Jones, who frittered away his time in school and wasted the money his father had devoted to his education, winding up a poor wanderer. In fifth grade, students memorized Eliza Cook’s paean to labor, simply titled “Work,” which urged them to “Work, work, my boy, be not afraid; / Look labor boldly in the face.”

Schooled in such attitudes, America’s nineteenth-century youth embraced the rags-to-riches novels of Horatio Alger, Jr., who sold some 200 million books with plotlines that are a road map of the work ethic. In his first commercial success, Ragged Dick, Dick Hunter, 14 and homeless, impresses patrons with his honesty and industriousness and slowly rises in the world. When he teeters on the verge of losing everything because a thief pilfers his savings-account passbook, bank officials recognize him from his regular visits to make deposits, and they have the thief arrested. In a later novel, Bound to Rise, poor Henry Walton wins a biography of Ben Franklin for acing exams and, inspired by his life story, goes off to earn a fortune.

The work ethic even shaped American play. The most popular game of its time, “The Checkered Game of Life,” produced by Milton Bradley in the mid-nineteenth century and sold door-to-door, challenged players to travel through life and earn points for successfully completing school, getting married, and working hard, while avoiding pitfalls like gambling and idleness. In his patent application for the game, Bradley observed that it was intended to “impress upon the minds of youth the great moral principles of virtue and vice.” Its success spawned a whole genre. “Many games with similar moral thrusts followed,” observed Jennifer Jensen of the New-York Historical Society in an article called “Teaching Success Through Play.” These games “emphasized secular virtues such as thrift, neatness, and kindness.”

The work ethic also distinguished the northern colonies from the southern, and later helped the North win the Civil War. Many southern settlers came in search not of religious freedom but only of economic opportunity. Instead of founding villages or towns with a common civic life, southern settlers developed isolated, widely separated plantations. They cultivated a few staple crops using slave labor, instead of developing a diversified economy. They created a society where a relatively few plantation owners acted like an aristocracy. Rather than viewing all honest work as honorable, they developed what historian C. Vann Woodward calls the “Southern ethic,” which saw some work as fit only for slaves. In the end, these attitudes proved the South’s greatest vulnerability, as the North, shaped by the work ethic, brought to bear its industrial might against the narrow economy of the South, built precariously on tobacco and slave labor and a Cavalier rather than a Puritan ethic.

After the Civil War, this secularized version of the Protestant ethic served as a lodestar for millions of poor immigrants, many from countries with little experience of free markets and democracy. Their assimilation into a culture that they recognized not as Protestant but as American reinvigorated the country, helping to set late-nineteenth- and early-twentieth-century America on a distinctly different path from much of Europe.

Many of these immigrants, ironically, absorbed their Franklinesque code from the American Catholic Church. Key members of the church hierarchy—notably, New York’s brilliant, Irish-born first archbishop, John Hughes, who rose from poverty—lived by the ethic and understood its role in the country’s success. Hughes set as his task the moral and economic uplift of Gotham’s millions of poor Irish immigrants. He founded a network of some 100 Catholic schools that taught Irish children not just the three Rs but also a “faith-based code of personal conduct,” as William J. Stern wrote inCity Journal (“How Dagger John Saved New York’s Irish,” Spring 1997). Hughes’s church was, as he put it, “a church of discipline.” He fostered residential schools that taught vocational skills and conduct to thousands of orphaned or abandoned Irish street children and sent them off successfully into American society. Catholic schools around the country copied his work, and many of them continue today to succeed even with at-risk kids.

By the end of the nineteenth century, the Irish had largely shaken off poverty and joined the American mainstream. Waves of Southern and Eastern European Catholics followed them, as well as Eastern European Jews—some 20 million immigrants between 1890 and 1925—who quickly replicated the success of the Irish in a country whose institutions emphasized and rewarded hard work, thrift, and self-improvement. Within a single generation, one study shows, the average early-twentieth-century immigrant family had achieved income and educational parity with American-born families, so that the children of these immigrants were just as likely to be accountants, engineers, or lawyers as the children of families rooted here for generations.

The breakup of this 300-year-old consensus on the work ethic began with the cultural protests of the 1960s, which questioned and discarded many traditional American virtues. The roots of this breakup lay in what Daniel Bell described in The Cultural Contradictions of Capitalism as the rejection of traditional bourgeois qualities by late-nineteenth-century European artists and intellectuals who sought “to substitute for religion or morality an aesthetic justification of life.” By the 1960s, that modernist tendency had evolved into a credo of self-fulfillment in which “nothing is forbidden, all is to be explored,” Bell wrote. Out went the Protestant ethic’s prudence, thrift, temperance, self-discipline, and deferral of gratification.

Weakened along with all these virtues that made up the American work ethic was Americans’ belief in the value of work itself. Along with “turning on” and “tuning in,” the sixties protesters also “dropped out.” As the editor of the 1973 American Work Ethic noted, “affluence, hedonism and radicalism” were turning many Americans away from work and the pursuit of career advancement, resulting in a sharp slowdown in U.S. productivity from 1965 through 1970. So great a transformation of values was occurring that, as George Bloom of MIT’s Sloan School of Management wrote in a 1971 essay on America’s declining work ethic, “It is unfortunate but true that ‘progress’ is becoming a bad word in virtually all sectors of society.”

Attitudes toward businessmen changed, too. While film and television had formerly offered a balanced portrait of work and employers, notes film critic Michael Medved in Hollywood vs. America, from the mid-1960s onward, movies and TV portrayed business executives almost exclusively as villains or buffoons. The era’s iconic film, the 1967 Oscar winner The Graduate, is a prime example in its tale of a recent college grad adrift and questioning adult society’s strive-and-succeed ethic. No character appears more loathsome than a family friend who counsels the graduate, “I just want to say one word to you—just one word: plastics. There’s a great future in plastics.” Such portrayals both reflected and strengthened the baby-boom generation’s attitudes. One 1969 Fortune poll, for instance, found that 92 percent of college students thought business executives were too profit-minded.

In this era, being virtuous became something separate from work. When the Milton Bradley Company reintroduced “The Checkered Game of Life” in a modern version called “The Game of Life” in the mid-1960s, it abandoned the notion of rewarding traditional bourgeois virtues like completing an education or marrying. What was left of the game was simply the pursuit of cash, until Milton Bradley, criticized for this version, redesigned the game to include rewards for doing good. But its efforts produced mere political correctness: in the new version, recycling trash and contributing to save an endangered species were virtuous actions that won a player points. Such gestures, along with tolerance and sensitivity, expanded like a gas to fill the vacuum where the Protestant ethic used to be.

The cultural upheavals of the era spurred deep changes in institutions that traditionally transmitted the work ethic—especially the schools. University education departments began to tell future grammar school teachers that they should replace the traditional teacher-centered curriculum, aimed at producing educated citizens who embraced a common American ethic, with a new, child-centered approach that treats every pupil’s “personal development” as different and special. During the 1960s, when intellectuals and college students dismissed traditional American values as oppressive barriers to fulfillment, grammar schools generally jettisoned the traditional curriculum. “Education professors eagerly joined New Left professors to promote the idea that any top-down imposition of any curriculum would be a right-wing plot designed to perpetuate the dominant white, male, bourgeois power structure,” writes education reformer E. D. Hirsch, Jr., in his forthcoming The Making of Americans: Democracy and Our Schools.

The bourgeois values, however, had helped to sustain Weber’s “rational tempering” of the impulse to accumulate wealth: they helped put the rationality in “rational self-interest,” or, as Tocqueville put it, “self-interest rightly understood.” When the schools and the wider society demoted them, the effects were predictable. In schools, for instance, the new “every child is special” curriculum prompted a sharp uptick in students’ self-absorption, according to psychologists Jean M. Twenge and W. Keith Campbell in The Narcissism Epidemic: Living in the Age of Entitlement. What resulted was a series of increasingly self-centered generations of young people displaying progressively more narcissistic personality traits, including a growing obsession with “material wealth and physical appearance,” the authors observe. Thus did the sixties generation spawn the Me Generation of the seventies. By the mid-1980s, a poll of teens found that more than nine in ten listed shopping as their favorite pastime.

The economic shocks that followed the tumultuous late 1960s, especially the devastating inflation of the 1970s, reinforced an emerging materialism. Thanks to the Johnson administration’s illusion that the country could finance massive social-welfare programs and a war without consequences, the U.S. by 1974 staggered under double-digit annual inflation gains, compared with an average annual gain of about 1 percent in the early 1960s. The inflation hit hardest those who had embraced the work ethic, destroying lifetimes of savings in unprecedented price spikes and sending the message that “saving and shunning debt was for saps,” Fortune observed. “The lesson seemed to be, buy, buy, buy, before the money visibly crumbling to dust in your hand vanishes completely.”

Once Fed chairman Paul Volcker’s tight-money policy tamed inflation in the early 1980s, America began to pick itself up. But it was a different country, one that had lost to some degree the “rational tempering” of the “pursuit of gain” that Max Weber had seen as the key to “forever renewed profit.” The corporate restructurings of the 1980s, prompted by a new generation of risk-taking entrepreneurs and takeover artists who used aggressive financial instruments with provocative names like “junk bonds” to buy and then make over big companies that failed to remake themselves, reordered corporate America, shaking it out of its 1970s complacency. But the plant closings, downsizings, and restructurings of the 1980s also stoked anxiety among workers, as the old ideal of lifetime employment at one paternalistic company gave way to a job-hopping career in a constantly changing business landscape. While the results were often salutary—innovation for companies and income gains for the most talented players—the “get it while you can” mentality that developed among some workers and investors found its ultimate expression in the “day traders” of the technology stock boom, speculators with a “right now” time horizon rather than long-term investors. When takeover-era titans Michael Milken and Ivan Boesky pleaded guilty to insider-trading charges, their confessions strengthened a growing sense that a new ethic had superseded the old standard of playing by the rules. The 1980s version of the Horatio Alger tales was not an inspiring story of uplift but the popular movie Wall Street, with Gordon Gekko’s infamous “greed is good” speech.

With government policy reinforcing the “get it now” mentality, a new era of consumption based on credit blossomed in the resurgent 1980s, and Americans turned from savers to debtors. Ostentatious displays of wealth grew more common. From 1982, the year that Volcker finally tamed inflation, to 1986, luxury-car sales doubled in America. The average age of a purchaser of a fur coat—that ultimate status symbol—declined from 50 to just 26 in the mid-1980s. To fuel such purchases, inflation-adjusted total U.S. consumer-credit debt rose nearly threefold, to $2.56 trillion, from 1980 to 2008, while the nation’s savings rate shrank from an average of about 12 percent of personal income annually in the early 1980s to less than 1 percent by 2005. Some middle-class Americans came to resemble not the thrifty bourgeoisie of the early Industrial Revolution but the landed gentry of that era who drained their real estate for cash to fund lavish living. One stark illustration of the change: by 2006, those who refinanced their mortgages were taking out in cash nearly a quarter of the equity they’d accumulated—compared with just 5 percent a decade earlier. A big reason Americans’ debt was growing, in other words, was that they were borrowing against their rapidly appreciating assets as fast as they grew.

The denouement of this transformation was the 2008 meltdown of world financial markets. America has certainly had its con artists, robber barons, and speculators before, but what distinguished the latest panic was that millions of mortgages belonging to ordinary Americans triggered it—mortgages that were foolhardy at best and fraudulent at worst. A typical case is Bradley Collin, a 27-year-old Minnesota housepainter with three kids. He decided to try to make a killing in real estate because, as he told the Minneapolis Star-Tribune last year, “I didn’t want to paint the rest of my life.” With the help of shady mortgage brokers, he and his wife simultaneously purchased four homes in new developments, intending to flip them for a profit. To buy the houses, the Collins had to make four separate mortgage applications, lie on each about their intentions, and hide each sale from the other three lenders, because no bank would have given them money to purchase four homes. When the local housing market stopped rising, the couple defaulted on their loans, abandoning the houses to the banks and helping further drive down their neighbors’ real-estate values.

The Collins were hardly alone. According to the FBI, reports of mortgage fraud soared tenfold nationwide from 2001 to 2007. No one knows precisely how deep the problem ran, but some mortgage servicers, examining portfolios of subprime mortgages that went bad in 2007, found that up to 70 percent of them had involved some kind of misrepresentation. Loans that required no verification of the borrower’s income infamously became known as “liar loans.” One mortgage lender who compared 100 of these loans with IRS tax filings found that in 60 percent of cases, the applicants exaggerated their incomes (or underreported them to the IRS). Occupancy fraud, in which investors intent on buying new homes and then quickly flipping them for a profit lied about their intentions, accounted for about 20 percent of all fraudulent mortgage applications. Since the mortgage meltdown began in 2006, builders in some regions have found that as many as a quarter of the buyers of the homes that they sold in new developments lied about their purposes.

This multitude of scams required the complicity of businesses that ultimately destroyed themselves and shattered an entire industry. The fall of America’s sixth-largest bank, Washington Mutual, which built an empire based on reckless lending, exemplifies these failings. As the housing boom heated up, WaMu raced after a piece of the action at all costs. Its supervisors chastised loan officers who tried to verify suspicious claims on mortgage applications. Executives gave loan officers flyers that said, “A thin file is a good file,” according to testimony by former employees. The lender set up phone banks, like penny-stock boiler-room operations, to sell home-equity loans. Ultimately, swamped by over $11 billion in bad loans, WaMu was seized by the federal government and sold to JPMorgan Chase, an object lesson in what Weber called the pursuit of “irrationally speculative opportunities,” which undermines capitalism rather than nourishes it.

Needless to say, this is not what Adam Smith had in mind. Smith laid the groundwork for the economic theories of The Wealth of Nations in his preceding book, The Theory of Moral Sentiments, which traces the evolution of ethics from man’s nature as a social being who feels shame if he does something that he believes a neutral observer would consider improper. Smith proposed that as societies evolve, they form institutions—courts of law, for instance—that reflect and codify these ethical perceptions of individuals, and that these institutions provide the essential backbone of any sophisticated commercial system.

Modern experiments in neuroscience have tended to confirm Smith’s notion that our virtues derive from our empathy for others, though with an important qualification: the ethics of individuals need reinforcement from social institutions and can be undermined by the wrong societal message, as neuroeconomist Paul Zak writes in Moral Markets: The Critical Role of Values in the Economy. When people find themselves bombarded by the wrong message—like the Washington Mutual employees whose supervisors constantly pushed them into riskier and riskier actions—some will resign in disgust, but others will gradually suppress what scientists call the brain’s “other-regarding” behavior and the shame that goes along with it and violate their own ethics.

This mechanism of deception pervaded the recent housing bubble; cheating to get mortgages became so commonplace that cheaters barely seemed to perceive that they were committing fraud. A vivid case in point isNew York Times economics reporter Edmund Andrews’s remarkable confessional tale, “My Personal Credit Crisis.” Andrews relates how he obtained a mortgage under dubious circumstances, aided by a broker who encouraged him to lie on his credit applications and a lender that, when its underwriters caught his intended deception, nonetheless allowed him to apply for another, riskier kind of mortgage. Granted a loan so oppressive that he will eventually default, Andrews admits to feeling that he had “done something bad” but also feeling “kind of cool” for making such a big score. Even today, society continues to reinforce Andrews’s lack of shame: he received a contract to detail his credit woes in a provocatively titled book, Busted: Life Inside the Great Mortgage Meltdown, which was published this spring.

In the wake of the market crash, our national discussion about how to fix capitalism seems limited to those who believe that more government will fix the problem and those who think that free markets will fix themselves. Few have asked whether we can recapture the civic virtues that nourished our commerce for 300 years.

We’re not likely to find many churches preaching those virtues today. Though America is more religious than most industrialized countries, today’s pulpits hardly resound with the bourgeois work ethic. While John Wesley once observed that religion produces “industry and frugality,” and the American Congregationalist preacher Henry Ward Beecher declared that the way to avoid poverty was through “provident care, and foresight, and industry and frugality,” today the National Council of Churches, to which these denominations belong, advocates for a left-wing “social gospel” of redistributing wealth (see “The Religious Left, Reborn,” Autumn 2007). And though the Catholic Church once strove to assimilate generations of poor immigrants into American economic life, today its major social-welfare organization, Catholic Charities, has become an arm of the redistributionist welfare state (see “How Catholic Charities Lost Its Soul,” Winter 2000). Even our evangelical churches, whose theology most resembles that of the great Protestant reformers, have focused their energies primarily on social issues, such as fighting abortion or gay marriage, or even inveighing against welfare reform that encourages single mothers to return to work.

True, a few groups, including the Consumer Federation of America and the Institute for American Values, have launched a national campaign, modeled on World War II efforts to encourage savings, to reintroduce thrift into American life. But trying to teach adults about thrift or the patient accumulation of wealth through hard work, when they didn’t learn these things at home or in school, will be an uphill battle.

Could the schools do what they once did—create educated citizens inculcated with the ethical foundations of capitalism? That would require rededicating the schools to “making Americans,” as Hirsch proposes in his forthcoming book. Promisingly, a few public and private schools around the country have replaced the child-centered curriculum with one focused on learning about our culture and its institutions. Hirsch’s “Core Knowledge” curriculum, for instance, introduces kindergartners to the Pilgrims, Independence Day, and George Washington; first-graders to Ben Franklin and the concept of law in society; and second-graders to the Constitution as the foundation of our democracy. Other school reformers, according to David Whitman in Sweating the Small Stuff, have raised the achievement of low-income kids by using a “no excuses” model that teaches bourgeois “virtues like diligence, politeness, cleanliness, and thrift.” But these examples amount only to a tiny handful, swimming against the educational mainstream.

Late in life, Adam Smith noted that government institutions can never tame and regulate a society whose citizens are not schooled in a common set of virtues. “What institution of government could tend so much to promote the happiness of mankind as the general prevalence of wisdom and virtue?” he wrote. “All government is but an imperfect remedy for the deficiency of these.”

America in the twenty-first century is learning that lesson.

 I really think that work itself has evolved and changes with the world.  Anyone that says that there is a war on work may not have really looked at the past present and future and how it all changes.  I think Mike may need to rethink what kind of war he really wants.  Maybe a war on the virtue of work would be appropriate.  Not what he calls work, with him biting off the testicles of sheep.  But that is entirely another discussion. (Mike and sheep)

And for a guy that preferred to take six month vacations, who is he to want a war on work?   I think he wanted to take life in reverse:  take the retirement first and then try your best to do what you think is work on TV.  I would like to do that kind of reverse-retirement myself.  But in reality, Americans have to do all the real jobs that are out there, day after day.  Mike isn't doing them: he is filmed failing at a job and goes home.  Sounds like a plan to me. Great idea of a war on work!

The "REVERSE-RETIREMENT!!" What an interesting way to look at work.






Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Setting Out A Literary Path in Life revisited

Here is a post on Mike's  blog on mikeroweWorks and the Discovery Channel forums, where he describes his path to Dirty Jobs. It started in the literary sense, using George Plimpton's Paper Lion and a few bottles of beer.


The History of Somebody's Gotta Do It 
The idea took shape in 2002, over a beer in a waterfront bar called “Grumpy’s” in San Francisco, where I was brainstorming with a TV producer named James Reid. James worked for Evening Magazine, a local TV show on CBS that I had recently been hired to host. On that particular afternoon, we were drinking because our boss was demanding something “different” in the way of a new segment. (It’s a classic request, and one of the great ironies in television - executives always crying out for new ideas, but unwilling to green-light any concept without a proven track record.) In this case however, Evening Magazine had been blessed with a dwindling and narcoleptic audience, and the likelihood of pending cancellation, which gave us all very little to lose.

So we began to kick some ideas around. I had just finished reading “Paper Tiger,” by George Plimpton, and the notion of an “immersed host” was very fresh in my mind. I liked the idea of trying something truly unscripted, and inserting myself into situations for which I was neither trained or qualified to attempt. James was up for anything, (as long as I kept buying the beer,) but wanted to keep the focus on local, anonymous people. I agreed completely.

Since we shared a lot of the same views on work and celebrity, it was inevitable that those beers would eventually steer the conversation toward the unsung contributions of the people who do dirty jobs. We settled on the title “Somebody’s Gotta Do It,” and got the go ahead to start shooting the next day. The first segment was at The San Francisco Zoo, and featured Anthony, The Poo Truck Driver. It only got weirder from there. Within a year, we had shot about 25 segments, and developed a franchise that was garnering lots of new viewers and lots of local press. Evening Magazine was back on the map, and several of the segments were nominated for Emmys, and one – Artificial Cow Inseminator, actually won.

Those early segments were only 3-7 minutes long, but otherwise, they were identical in style and tone to the segments you see on Dirty Jobs today. (In fact, some of them are identical, and were simply re-shot and re-cut to accommodate a longer format. Poo Truck Driver, Chinatown Garbage Man, and Sewer Inspector being the most notable.) Then, a change in management ushered in a whole new attitude at CBS, and it was determined by a gentler sensibility than my own, that “dirty” was not the right direction for the newly expanded Evening Magazine viewership. I was then instructed by the new boss to once again, develop something “different.”

Sensing a pattern, and positive that SGDI deserved a bigger audience, I sent a copy of Artificial Cow Inseminator to Good Morning America, with the suggestion they hire me to host similar recurring segments for their program. We couldn't come to terms, (though I now appear from time to time as a guest on that program.) I then sent the same tape to a number of other networks, all of who said “no” in a variety of creative ways. (My favorite came from Comedy Central, who wrote, “At this time, our fall schedule does not allow for a talk show that takes place inside a septic tank.”)

Eventually, I approached some people I had worked with years earlier at The Discovery Channel. They didn’t say “no,” exactly, but suggested instead that if I was serious, find a production company with an established name, attach myself as host and co-producer, and let the production company present the idea to the network. I took half their advice, and called a guy I know called named Craig Piligian. Craig owns Pilgrim Films and Television, and was one of the original producers of Survivor. At the time, he was producing Discovery’s hit show, American Chopper. I figured he would be a good choice, and I was right. (Besides, back in 2001, Craig had hired me to host series for TBS called Worst Case Scenario, which lived up to its name in every way. He owed me a favor.)

Anyway, after watching me collect a pint of semen from an award-winning bull and become intimate with a few dozen dairy cows, Craig agreed that America might be ready for a show about manual labor, sweat, and poo, and went about the business of convincing Discovery to commission Somebody’s Gotta Do It.

At some point, the show was renamed Dirty Jobs, and the format was extended from thirty minutes to a full one hour. After three pilots, and 18 months of focus groups, Discovery finally ordered the series you watch today. In March of 2005, I quit Evening Magazine, which is now off the air, (how’s that for something “different,”) and dedicated myself to a life of grime. The rest is dirty history.

And that's the way it happened.
I swear.

Mike

Hard to believe he earned an Emmy for Somebody's Gotta Do It and has only been nominated for Dirty Jobs. Fate deals people the strangest cards in the deck, doesn't it?  I think the idea of a comedy show in a sewer would have worked.  The Man Show in the sewer.  How clever!

Didn't Oscar Wilde say it best about how we all feel about being in a sewer?


“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”


Smart man.  Everything is always better looking when you are looking up from the lowliest place.  Even if it is from a gutter or sewer.


Friday, September 18, 2009

They call me Dirty Mike...Dirty Mike Rowe

Here is a great article that contains everything that a dirty boy would want to cross off his list.  From Scott R Girdeau of The Phillipine Star, April 1, 2009:  Dirty deeds done dirt cheap.


Mike Rowe, the host of Dirty Jobs shown on Discovery Channel, knows what it’s like to castrate sheep with his teeth. He’s scraped out garbage cans for a living, on TV. He knows the smell of maggot farms and the aroma of dead animal skulls, but the worst smell he’s encountered, he will say, is “failure.”

The reality show, which explores what it’s like to do some of the world’s least desirable jobs, starts its fourth season this April, and we had a chance to pitch phone questions to Mike (who was on location doing some godforsaken activity, no doubt) before the start of the new season of Dirty Jobs.

He’s quick to point out that he’s not the “host” of the show, the way, say, Martha Stewart hosts Living or Tyra hosts her talk show. “I’m really not so much of a host as I am a guest. I’ll continue to be a guest on the show — an apprentice, really — who shows up at these places and tries his best to keep up and learns a few things and has a few laughs, and then goes home at the end of the day.”

Some reality TV hosts wrestle gators or chew into antelope marrow to sustain themselves in the wild. Mike Rowe shows that there’s dignity, curiosity, maybe even wonder in the less celebrated jobs out there. Not that he’d like to trade places; he’s happy to shine a light on what other people do.

“I grew up on a farm,” recalls Rowe. “My parents were fisherman and farmers, and most of the people in my family were tradesmen, and by the time I was 12, I had seen my grandfather do just about every kind of job there was… My grandfather built the house that I was born in, really, without a blueprint. He was a mechanic, carpenter, bricklayer, plumber, electrician, pipe fitter. He was just one of those guys who knew how to do all of that stuff, and I really didn’t get that gene… So what I wanted to be, once I decided I couldn’t do those things, was anything that got me away from that sort of life.”

He did opera, off-Broadway, and entertainment shows for 20 years, and found that “it’s ironic to have a hit in, you know, 100-some countries that’s about the very kinds of jobs that I originally started trying to get away from.”

PHILIPPINE STAR: Here’s a pitch for an episode of Dirty Jobs: How about you go in and clean up A.I.G. and all the toxic waste down on Wall Street?

MIKE ROWE: Some jobs, I’m afraid, are too hideous even for me. Thank you, but no. You won’t find me in lower Manhattan any time soon. I’d need to wrap my whole self in bubble pack and detergent. It’d just be too hideous. I’d rather clean up a crime scene.

Can you tell us what is the worst combination of jobs that you could ever imagine?

Honestly, my worst nightmare would be to do the same thing day in and day out over and over again. Some people seem to be okay with doing that, and I know a lot of people do that. But the reason I got into television in general was just I couldn’t be in a car. I couldn’t take the commute, and I couldn’t sit behind a desk. I’m just terrible at that, so once I got into this, I got all the variety that I wanted.

But I think I know what you’re asking. You’re saying, you know, of the jobs I’ve done, what would be the worst one to go back to over and over. That would probably be castrating sheep with my mouth, which is something that they still do in Colorado, the way they’ve done it for centuries. Yes, biting the testicles off of a sheep is something really that you do it once and you cross it off the list, you know, If I had to go back there multiple times, I think I’d probably have to reevaluate all my career choices.

Okay, if castrating sheep is not something you want to repeat, how about jobs that you don’t mind going back to again?

You know what? There are actually more than you think because, like I’ve said, we really try and have a good time on these jobs, and so many of the people that I run into, no matter what they’re doing, you know, the surprising thing about the show is realizing, in spite of what it looks like, how much fun people are having.

I’d go back to Hawaii to harvest taro any time. I had a ball doing it. It’s hard, backbreaking work, and you’re up to your waist in muddy water, but you’re also in paradise, and the people were great, so I had a good time doing that. I had a good time working on the railroad. You know, you’re outside. It’s physical. The guys I was working with were a lot of fun. I had a good time transplanting cacti in the desert out here, the Mohave in Phoenix. Hard work, but again, you’re outside, and you’re getting exercise, and you’re having a few laughs. It’s really all pretty good.

What kind of reaction do you get from people who watch the show?

A big guy jumped off the back of his truck, ran over to me, and picked me up one time. Just a giant bear hug, and he picked me up off the ground and hugged me, and thanked me. And I said, “What are you thanking me for?” And he said, “You’ve done four different stories so far about garbage men all over the country, and I’m just really grateful.” And I said, “Why?” And he said, “Because I’m getting more action than I ever have in my whole life.” And I said, “Really?” And he said, “Oh, yes. I’m getting laid like an egg,” and then he kissed me right on the forehead and jumped on the back of his truck and went about his day.

So, yes, you know, people buy me beers. Girls come up and they, you know, they want to take care of me, and they want to wipe the schmutz off of my face and garbage men kiss me on the head, so I’m having a very strange life.

What qualifies as a “dirty job” for you?

Well, for the purposes of the show, a good dirty job has to be one that obviously has some element of dirt or grime or crap or sweat or something that smells bad attached to it. It can also be dangerous. It can also be strenuous. It’s got to be something that the vast majority of people would look at and not want to do.

But the most important quality of a good dirty job is that it has to be something that needs to be done. Take — I don’t know — a road kill picker-upper for instance is a good example of a great dirty job because nobody wants to do it. Nobody really thinks about doing it, but if the people who picked up road kill all called in sick for a week, the interstate commerce, in the United States anyway, just the trucks that roll back and forth on the highways, would basically have to stop. That’s how many dead animals wind up in the roads here. So it’s not something anybody wants to do, but it’s really, really critical to be done.

How long do you and the crew stay at each worksite?

With only a few exceptions, we can do one job in one day, so we have three cameramen and one audio guy and one spare set of hands really, so it’s seven of us all together, and we will shoot from sunup to sundown, and that’ll usually be enough time to get an entire story.

Who decides which jobs you do, and how do you do the research about them?

For the first couple of years, all the research was done by a production company in LA. We had a couple of researchers, and they did most of the groundwork. Today, virtually every idea comes in from the viewers. I went on the air about two years ago and said at the end of the show, “Look, that’s it. We’re finished. I don’t have any more ideas. I’m old. I’m tired. You know, it’s been fun. If you want to see another season, you’re going to have to send in some ideas.”

And that’s when we just got hundreds of thousands of suggestions from viewers. So the show changed into almost a mission where we would get ideas, and then suddenly just decide, ”Look, let’s just hop on a plane, and let’s go meet this person who does this thing.”

What do you hope people will take away from watching the show?

First and foremost, I hope they have a good time. In the end, for all the big themes of the show, it’s just TV, and it ought to be fun. Nowadays, people are just looking to have a laugh, really, and maybe learn a little something. If we get them that far, then I would hope ultimately that they start to maybe think a little bit about the people who actually hold civilization together and do these kinds of jobs that make polite society possible for you and me. Also, it’d be nice if I got a raise, but beyond that, not much.

For this season, what is the worst job that you’ve done and why?

I think I just did it. I was up in the Great Lakes region of the United States, just south of Canada, and I was working on a lock in Lake Superior. It’s just a giant piece of infrastructure that allows big barges full of iron ore to go from Lake Superior down into Lake Huron and then down into the States. And it was 15 degrees below zero, and we were outdoors for two days, and we all got frostbitten, and it was just a cold, cold, hard, miserable day. That’s got to be up there.

I don’t know if it’s the worst but three weeks ago, I was with an animal control guy in West Hollywood, and we were removing skunks from walls of people who lived right there on Sunset Strip, like right in the heart of Hollywood. And it’s funny, you know, because the rules in LA are so strange, when you capture a skunk or a possum or a raccoon on someone’s private property, you have to fix the hole, for instance, that the animal might have crawled through to get into the house. But after you do that, you’re required by law to release the animal back on the same property. It’s insane, but that’s what they do, so I spent a couple of days catching skunks, getting sprayed by them, doing some basic carpentry repairs on the houses, and then releasing the skunks back on the same property. So that was a long couple of days, too.





Mike, forget about the desk job. I think anyone that has the nerve to handle skunk spray is cool in my book. I've always thought you were a little stinker...

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Setting out on a Literary path in life

How many people can claim that literature created the path in their life? I'm sure Mike would be the first to credit several authors for his success.

If it were not for George Plimpton and hid first attempt to show what it is like to work in another man's shoes. What it is like to be a non-professional and struggle to be mediocre at it at best.

Mr. Plimpton's frequently hapless adventures — as "professional" athlete, stand-up comedian, movie bad guy or circus performer — which he chronicled in witty, elegant prose in nearly three dozen books.

As a boxer, he had his nose bloodied by Archie Moore at Stillman's Gym in 1959. As a pitcher he became utterly exhausted and couldn't finish an exhibition against 16 stars from the National and American Leagues (though he managed to get Willie Mays to pop up). And as a "professional" third-string quarterback, he lost roughly 30 yards during a scrimmage with the Detroit Lions in 1963.

He also tried his hand at tennis (Pancho Gonzalez beat him easily), bridge (Oswald Jacoby outmaneuvered him) and golf. With his handicap of 18, he lost badly to Arnold Palmer and Jack Nicklaus.

In a brief stint as a goaltender for the Boston Bruins, he made the mistake of catching a puck in his gloved hand, and it caused a nasty gash in his pinkie. He failed as an aerialist when he tried out for the Clyde Beatty-Cole Brothers Circus. As a symphonist, he wangled a temporary percussionist's job with the New York Philharmonic. He was assigned to play sleigh bells, triangle, bass drum and gong, the latter of which he struck so hard during a Tchaikovsky chestnut that Leonard Bernstein, who was trying to conduct the piece, burst into applause.

That was Mr. Plimpton, the popular commercial writer. His alter ego was as the unpaid editor of The Paris Review, an enduring low-circulation journal, which was founded in 1952 by Peter Mathiesen and Harold L. Humes, who asked him to be the editor. He did that from 1953 onward, when publication began, and worked at it for the rest of his life. The magazine's fame was derived from its publication of quality fiction by initially little-known writers, among them the young Terry Southern and Philip Roth, and for its interviews with well-known writers, some of whom, like Ernest Hemingway, Mr. Plimpton interviewed personally.

As a "participatory journalist," Mr. Plimpton believed that it was not enough for writers of nonfiction to simply observe; they needed to immerse themselves in whatever they were covering to understand fully what was involved. For example, he believed that football huddles and conversations on the bench constituted a "secret world, and if you're a voyeur, you want to be down there, getting it firsthand."

And he didn't always fall on his face.

Source: The New York Times


Now I wonder if Mike is just a "voyeur" of life, just like I am.  Unfortunately, I just try to figure out people and life and not why I don't like work.  Mike did try the work formula of Travis MacGee,  working six months and bum around on a houseboat.  But life and fate catches up with us and we wonder what has happened?

Mike, it seems work found you when you least expected.

A Critical Look at mikeroweWORWS

Just like every celebrity, Mike Rowe decided to have a cause and put up a website to bring attention to it. In this case it is a PR campaign for work that is introduced in the Labor Day video from September 1, 2008. The site is called mikeroweWORKS. The video of his mission statement was in place before any site was done and I assume it was a way of getting people behind him and his cause.

Well, it has been one year and the site has gone live. They kept saying there was going to be a hard launch but it was delayed many times before the REAL PR campaign was to begin. Since I've organized a few sites and I'm an administrator for one, I thought I would give it a critical look since people are claiming it is a great site.



The first thing I look for with any site is the GOALS or look for an "about" link/tab on the site. None was present so first off the goals or purpose for the site are not clearly stated. No single written statement to say what the site is claiming to do for any people that visit. I think this small line or statement would do the trick if I could lend some help:


A resource site for working people. Information on employment, the trades, occupations, education, financial aid and more, brought to you by Mike Rowe and supporters.


I thought this would help start it out and remind people not to be confused that the site was not aimed at the trades per se but to all working people that support the many parts of our national infrastructure. That to me has to be one of the confusing aspects about the site. Trades people are highlighted on a "Ask a Tradesmen" section but the site is about ALL jobs that support national infrastructure and that seems to make the site confusing.

The "office" seems to be what an mission statemnt page needs to accomplish but I really wish there were a front page to the site that included what the site contained, tradeshows that are up and coming thoughout the US, etc.  My idea for the front page is similar to the New York Times Blog, where the web page is sectioned off like a newspaper. The idea I have for a great intoroductory page or contents is to use this blog as a blueprint and show what is contained or highlight the sections of the site, thus making easy entry points into different parts of the site.

Another aspect of the site is the organization of the resources. I lose interest in sites that display their links in a linear format. I give up after three or four pages and stop reading. One thing about very successful sites is the organization of links. Only a single link is necessary and allows a first time person on a web page have a better ability to peruse the information and choose their link of information. Also most of the single links are just in alphabetical order. Grouping them by occupation is better. As with every site, there will be dead links and I was annoyed to check out the links for my own state only to find dead links and nothing as far as programs to get people interested in the trades. A definite lack of schools or training programs.

The whole site as far as information is scattered and some of the topics and articles are not necessary (How many blue collar articles can a person read!)

The tradesmen section is confusing. The site is about all types of work and not just about people in the trades. Why not just call them the "Experts?" Call the section "Ask An Expert." And why are the programs not highlighted more than the experts? I notice no one wants to engage with them on the site. Maybe they should not be that big of a focus but making the programs to get people interested in skilled trades or occupations more prominent.

The information on politics is very distracting and I really don't see why this is placed on a site like this. Political agendas and that information needs a site of its own and should not dominate a site that needs to just focus on getting people in the right occupations.

Lastly, in order for the site to be taken seriously, the site has a tug-o-war between celebrity and the intended goal of the site. The biggest problem seems to be the "fan" aspect of the site or the Scrap Yard section. How many celebrities have their own screen savers, professional photo section and their photo all over the site? I'm sure the site administrators are using Google Analytics and can see the hits to the pages. Also, why use the blog for personal stories when it doesn't even relate to work? So, Mike has no real stories to relate about the people he has met with his show Dirty Jobs? Is this site about Mike and his need to be celebrated or about the need to celebrate work? And why does Ford have to be mentioned again and again?

Hello? Mike, Ford isn't paying you to give them free advertising!

When it comes to having a site with a purpose, it takes focus and great organization. Clearly, mikeroweWORKS is a great idea, but it is definitely appears to be a site with an identity crisis after ONE YEAR.


Just my opinion.



Mike, I sincerely hope you the best of luck with this endeavor.

Monday, September 14, 2009

It's A Wonderful Life

I've always wondered when Mike caught the singing bug. Was it when he sang in the choir with his mother in church or was it in high school? As most people know, Fred King is one of the most important people that shaped Mike into what he is today. The person that helped him overcome a shyness that caused him to stutter and probably gave him the confidence to open up. Only people brave enough to open up their mouths and minds stayed for Fred's class.

I've also tried to think of Mike's life if Fred King was never born. Where would Mike be in life? He probably would not have crashed a QVC audition and Dirty Jobs would not have happened but for someone else. The world of dirt that he has now would just be a world of work. Mike would have ended up being a fisherman or some other noble occupation that someone in his family had done before him. Barbershop music would never be heard coming from his vocal cords.  Ford would have probably gotten Dave Barsky as a spokesman. Dashing Dave, wearing a signature ball cap, telling America "Why Ford, Why Now?" in commercials. And a legion of female fans that would be ever-present telling him he's "hot!" Dave would be the one with the hit show on Discovery and several Emmy statues used as hood ornaments. Dave just likes to pimp his ride with his endless awards. He would have created his own web site called davebarskyWORKS and the world of work would be different. Doug will win an Emmy for his painstaking video, all of which will be B roll material.  The lives that would be changed if Mike did not meet Fred.

Yeah, I can imagine life would be different without Mr King. The world would be different without Mike's singing and his dulcet voice. Even if he were never classically trained to sing, Fred still gave him the umph to try. No one would be lulled as they are now just with Mike's voice.

Here is Mike, singing on Evening Magazine at the Garden City Chorus Barbershop Harmony Society rehearsal.




Barbershop and Fred changed Mike's life.

What a wonderful life.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Mike the Writer

As everyone can tell, Mike likes to write.  And write and write.  I just came upon a blog from one of his English teachers where she writes on one of his school papers and asks Mike, "Well Mike, what's it going to be? The next Dan Rather, or the next J.D. Salinger? Pick one, and get busy."

It seems Mike is prolific in the writing department. He can give some of the most eloquent answers, especially when he wants to beat around the bush and doesn't know how to give a simple answer. Check out this masterpiece of verbose on "Why no kids":

"Interesting conversation, and a tricky topic.

The question is certainly personal, and hard to answer without casting a subtle judgment on a certain lifestyle, and probably offending a few people. But what the heck? It's a foggy morning in San Francisco, and I'm feeling verbose, and I'm quite sure that a staggering number of Moms and Dads have no business being parents.

As institutions, I have no problem with marriage or parenthood, and I enjoy kids, when they're enjoyable. But the relative ease into which parenthood can be accomplished is breathtaking, especially when you consider the conspicuous lack of qualifications required. Every other undertaking in life demands some level of proven competence or maturity - from driving a car, to owning a gun, to casting a vote, to having a drink, to building a garage on your own property. Such things require licenses, permits, and permissions. But not raising kids. No. The most difficult task a human being can embark upon - the lifelong commitment of parenthood - requires no qualification whatsoever. And yet, the default question regarding having kids is always "Why not?," and not as bluechild suggests, the far more logical, "Why?"

Personally, I've never heard a really compelling, thoughtful argument for or against parenthood. All positions, when closely examined, reveal the clever workings of our true nature. Our minds are wired to justify and defend those decisions already made, or more often, our own pre-existing condition. This is normal, I think. People with families want to feel good about their decision to have kids. And people without kids don’t want to feel as though they missed out. No one likes regret. So, to preserve the illusion of our own wisdom and sanity, we build apologetics around our current situation, and define the road not taken in a way that justifies our current state. Thus, I find myself looking at my married friends, haggard and worn, surrounded by their screaming toddlers and their petulant teenagers, ungrateful and sullen, and I feel a great sense of personal relief. Likewise, my married friends probably see me as a sad and misguided vagabond who has confused freedom with happiness, and destined to wind up alone in a cold, indifferent world.

Whatever. Envy and Pity are often two sides of the same coin, depending on the kind of day you're having. And we all spend too much time looking for validation and assurances that we haven't botched up our one chance at happiness. In the end, we all just want to feel content with the life we have, so we gravitate toward those who share our choices, and look with curiosity upon those who do not. We validate, we affirm, we reassure, and we add another page to a made-up story that helps us live with the consequences of our decisions, and answer questions like “Mike, why no kids?”

Here’s my answer. My reasoning for not having kids is due to the fact that I’m selfish. And if I ever change my mind and decide to have a family, my reasoning will be the same.



Either way, it's a dirty job."

I think he prefers to give birth to literary manuscripts.

If he had a chance I suppose he would rather be a combination of J. D. MacDonald or David Sedaris, who by the way, is an excellent satirical writer. Mike's writing is closer to Sedaris than any writer. Dan Rather is too out of it as well as Salinger. The Sedaris style is more like Mike and fits his sense of humor.

I imagine Mike sitting and writing in his journals about his life and travels but what will become of this writing?  Will his life be shelved and never read?  I've heard the best analogy of the life of a person is that each person's life is open book.  It only seems Mike is like this in real life where he is fit only to be shelved and forgotten.  His best writing is never seen and never published.  Nothing that will help us see the real person revealed on paper.  Nothing to leave to future generations.  No profound words of wisdom to impart on the masses of people that follow his celebrity.

Yeah, only if he would settle down and finally publish his life.

So, if you want to find out anything on Mike, there are just a few blogs and magazine articles that say the same thing and reveal little of what it is like, being Mike Rowe.

On being Mike Rowe

Well, to get this started, does Mike really know himself?  Do his fans really know him?  This is just a simple blog with musings and comments found on sites so that people can get to know the guy better! Who can do this better than someone trying to figure him out, dirt and all while have fun doing it.