Friday, 17 July 2009

Sometimes the world needs a little vampish, expressive, drama queen music. No one fits the bill as articulately and as melodically as singer/songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Shara Worden. If dream pop can ever be called good, this is an instance.

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I’ve read a number of stories recently about people texting novels via cell phones, but none are quite as focused (or as entertaining) as Dana Goodyear’s piece “I ♥ Novels” for The New Yorker.

A couple of tiny notes here. As I have said in the past, I sincerely believe language is being reduced to the place where we will be become a) creatures who communicate using minimal vocal expressions–I call it the devolution of language promoted by services like Twitter and cell phones; and b) creatures whose primary means of communication will be visual, reducing the need for the use of abstract symbols codifying abstract thought recorded as words, thanks in large part to services like YouTube and Flickr, and popularized in photo and video blogs. In our brave new world with their infant jabbering and picture books, babies will become kings.

But no matter how we reduce language or the need for it, real humans will always crave storytelling. Whether the tales in question come as 140-character bursts or are bound in 200,000-word tomes, people will seek them out and follow with bated breath until the writer posts “The End.” It’s a part of human nature, and thank God for it. Short form serials are nothing new. Ask Charles Dickens.

I once wrote stories 256-characters at a time and told them to a friend half a world away via AOL messenger. In retrospect, they were some of the better things I’ve written, mainly because, in the moment and with an avid reader awaiting each sentence, I found myself forgetting the mechanics of writing and concentrating instead on telling the story simply and accurately. I have no doubt Japanese Twitter “novelist” Mone’s work is enthralling, provided she follows the same rule of thumb.

I certainly wish her well. When reality assumes the disguise of a grunting, voyeuristic nightmare, the world needs the good storytellers it can get.

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“We all have been harmed. Today more than ever we need unity. I speak as a person who has been with the revolution on a daily basis. We knew what Imam Khomeini wanted. He didn’t want the use of terror or arms, even in fights.”

Ali Akbar Hashemi Rafsanjani, former president of Iran and outspoken critic of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, in Friday’s prayer sermon, quoted in The New York Times story, “Cleric Says ‘Crisis’ Has Caused Loss of Public Trust.” Demonstrators gathered at the event before being blocked off by police who fired tear gas into a crowd, according to a witness.

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Apparently artist Camilla d’Errico has made a portrait of my Tumblr friend (fiend?) ghoulnextdoor. At least, it looks like a stylized portrait of her avatar. I mean, it looks like a stylized portrait of her avatar as I recall it. Hmm. This is a little like looking into one of those black mirrors where you see your own face receding infinitely as a reflection.

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The Nightmare, (1781) by Henry Fuseli

After linking yesterday to Henry Fuseli’s Odysseus in front of Scylla and Charybdis, (1794-1796), I decided I couldn’t let the opportunity to display more of his work pass. My favorite, pictured above, is The Nighmare, (1781). A Wikipedia article about the painting suggests it may have been the product of Fuseli’s unrequited love for Anna Landholdt, the niece of Swiss physiognomist Johann Kaspar Lavater. Fuseli wrote Lavater of the woman:

Last night I had her in bed with me—tossed my bedclothes hugger-mugger—wound my hot and tight-clasped hands about her—fused her body and soul together with my own—poured into her my spirit, breath and strength. Anyone who touches her now commits adultery and incest! She is mine, and I am hers. And have her I will….

The painting’s popularity led the artist to create several versions, including one with a horse popping into the frame through curtains. Here Wikipedia says, “Related interpretations of the painting view the incubus as a dream symbol of the male libido, with the sexual act reprexsented by the horse’s intrusion through the curtain.” So that’s the reason the Wizard of Oz told us to pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. Um. Hi-yo, Silver!

Finally, Fuseli’s Silence (1799-1801) might have been titled “Sorrow” for the despairing posture of the model. In spite of having been created two centuries ago, it remains remarkably contemporary.

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My friend Jess, who lives in Okinawa and has shared photos of the island with me via Tumblr, played Cat Stevens’ “Oh Very Young” yesterday, and while I’m reasonably certain her playing of the classic was filled with a deeper meaning that probably escapes me, my subsequent playing of “Rubylove” is all about the melody, the Greek bouzoukis, and my misspent youth.

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Thursday, 16 July 2009

Recycled Retreat

I have long advocated alternative shelters, from tiny houses to geodesic domes to yurts. But perhaps my favorite architectural structure is built from modified shipping containers. So while most people are oohing and aahing as the Dallas Cowboys move into their billion-dollar stadium, I’m more interested Roger Black’s 3000-acre ranch retreat, Cinco Camp, and its vacation home constructed of five shipping containers. The seclusion might drive me a little crazy (the ranch is 200 miles from the nearest airport in Midland, TX), but I imagine the sound of rain on the roof at night and believe sleeping would be excellent.

Black, former Rolling Stone, The New York Times and Newsweek art director, is now a publications consultant and partner in Font Bureau, Inc., a digital type foundry in Boston. Why West Texas? “I don’t like the Hamptons because you hear the same gossip and have the same conversations as in New York,” Black told The New York Times. “The whole reason of a weekend place is to get away.”

Sounds to me like a perfect place to live–if you’re a sagebrush, a lizard or a giant tarantula. Or maybe me.

(Photo by James H. Evans for The New York Times from a slideshow entitled, “A Recycled Retreat“)

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Odysseus in front of Scylla and Charybdis, by Henry Fuseli

Is it just me, or does Henry Fuseli’s Odysseus in front of Scylla and Charybdis look like a prototype of Marvel’s Silver Surfer? Facing the choice between two monsters, the Silver Surfer would have zapped them both. Look at Silver Surfer #3. Really, the only thing missing is the shield (and the only addition is a pair of silver underpants).

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Call me a cynic if you will, but all the yellow ribbons on earth will never make up for a decent, well-funded Veterans Administration backed by a Pentagon and a society that cares as much for returning troops as it does for those in the field. Both the living and the dead deserve proper honor. For me it is a simple equation: Never send American servicemen into harm’s way outside the strict guidelines imposed by the United States Constitution; fully equip them on the field of battle; respect and care for war veterans; and honor the grave sites of our war dead.

Others have demonstrated ways we have failed veterans of the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq; I won’t enumerate them here. Two lapses include providing decent psychological care to returning vets and fully investigating the Gulf War syndrome.

Salon is now focused on Arlington National Cemetery, where “a criminal investigation and allegations of misplaced bodies and shoddy care have roiled the famous burial ground.” Not only do current burial records not match headstones, but in an area where service members from Iraq and Afghanistan are buried, “personal mementos placed on graves are left out to rot in the rain for days, ruined by workers with power washers, or thrown into a trash bin.”

“The aesthetics of the cemetery are deceptive,” says Gina Gray, an Army veteran of eight years who served in Iraq and who was the cemetery’s public affairs officer in early 2008, before she was fired over a clash with her boss. “To the naked eye, it is a place of sacred beauty and a tribute to our nation’s heroes,” says Gray, who has been rehired as an Army contractor at Fort Belvoir, in Virginia. “But if you scratch below the surface, you will find that it’s really just window dressing. They’ve put these pretty curtains up to hide the ugliness on the inside.”

Those interested in “supporting the troops” should take time to read through the entire series, beginning today.

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Paul McCartney, in what is either a brilliant marketing ploy or a relentless search for the glory days of his youth, played a set on the roof of the Ed Sullivan Building yesterday to an audience of thousands of surprised New Yorkers. The 20-plus-minute concert was “reminiscent of the live set The Beatles played on the rooftop of the Apple Building in 1969″ (when, incidentally, they were still in their prime and a driving force in popular music). Among the songs in his set were “Coming Up,” “Band on the Run,” “Let Me Roll It,” “Helter Skelter,” and “Back in the USSR.”

Those interested in a real rooftop concert should watch the 22-minute Beatles version. For my money it’s still the pick of the McCartney litter. (Nice beard, “Sir” Paul.)

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