Archive for the ‘news’ category

Sick of/over News Corp.

July 17, 2011

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As the arrests and resignations in the Rupert Murdoch/News Corp. scandal mount, one can’t help wondering (in the midst of one’s disgust) what it was all for. So far a lot of the hacking does not seem to have been conducted in search of true news stories, actual “scoops,” but to have amounted simply to the worst kind of voyeurism and manipulation–peeping tomism at funerals, eavesdropping in an abduction, collecting unfair gossip, and then too, blackmail. No search for a Pulitzer here; craven people making money out of others’ suffering or misfortune or celebrity.

The only political aim I can see is, perhaps, one of distraction. Maybe the goal is to divert people with enough sensation that they will lose the taste and patience for factual analysis.

Hopefully, the tactic has backfired.

Cantor Turning Blue?

July 14, 2011

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Hurray (from a New Yorker!)

June 25, 2011

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Yes, the above is a goofy drawing–I’m not very good at pictures that don’t include elephants–but I am very happy and moved.

Preferring Rhododendrons To Weiner

June 7, 2011

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I spent the last few days in upstate New York which was idyllic. My sister-in-law, who lives there, has rhododendrons that are almost too lush, bright, gaudy, to be classically beautiful this year.

Though as lovely as my sister-in-law’s yard was, the most amazing place was on a nearby stream, where there is an active beaver dam, and where the beavers themselves were visible, diving, swimming, dragging around bits of greenery and twigs and spongy weeds, and genuinely slapping their tails upon the beautifully reflective water.

Unfortunately, I had to come back from these idyllic scenes to the “real world” of New York City very very early today. And here I was met by the awful story of Congressman Anthony Weiner.

A lot of obvious and really dumb jokes came to my mind in thinking about the juxtaposition of my country and city objects of attention. The jokes, the fact that I would even think of them, much less allude to them, also brought up the very painful fact that crudity is contagious.

Obviously (it’s obvious to me at least), Weiner is an idiot. How else could he be so stupid?

Some deeper questions: how could he get any real enjoyment out of what he was doing? How could he do this to his wife? Himself?  Meaning that he also seems to be kind of troubled.

And then there is this other niggling point: how could he even write these kind of messages?  And the pictures?  (Ick.)

I really don’t think I’m against eroticism. But just plain out and out crudity really leaves me cold.

But the fact is–and this is the really icky part–it’s not just Weiner but the whole culture which is infected with a certain kind of crudity, fascinated with it, imitative of it.

Ugh. I’d so much rather just think about rhododendrons.

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Thinking About Different Things…errr…the Same Things

May 3, 2011

Reporters, yesterday, described “relief” as the primary emotion experienced by those interviewed at the World Trade Center site  about the capture and killing of bin Laden.  I live right next to the World Trade Center site, and a part of me does feel a kind of relief over these events.  There’s another part of me, however,  that can only put the words “relief” and “the face of terrorism” into a single sentence  if I also add in the phrase “just not think about it.”  Example:  ‘the only way I can feel relief in the face of terrorism is to just not think about it.”

The fact is that if you live down here, and pass the site every day, you really do have to make an effort to banish past and possibly future events from your mind and to just go on with your daily activities.

In my case, these  activities have lately involved goofing around on the iPad or iPhone, especially with the great painting app “Brushes”, and more recently with the photo app, “Photogene.”   Above is a painting of lilacs that I made with the Brushes App using a real photograph as a visual model.  I then deleted the photograph (it had been a separate “layer” in the painting), and saved my own painting as a photo.  That’s what’s above.

I then pulled the painting/photo up on Photogene, which offers a bunch of cool filters to adjust it.   Below is the same painting, filtered as a “comic.”

Not perhaps a great art, but a great way of occupying the mind.

 

P.S. – These pictures got cropped a bit weirdly in the upload to WordPress!  One of the hazards of working digitally.

Further to Post re Pacifist New Yorker’s Reaction to Bin Laden’s Death

May 2, 2011

Further to my prior post re Bin Laden’s death:  by saying that I wish justice were not so frequently furthered by killing, I don’t mean to say that I don’t think there should have been a U.S. operation, or that Bin Laden should have been captured rather than killed.  (Capture would have undoubtedly exposed the U.S. troops to worse dangers and created a violent and interminable drama.)

I just feel very somber about it all; that it’s a sad and somber moment, given the suffering and death that has been part of this whole history, given the sorrow of the last ten years, and given the fact that violence on such scale is rarely caused by a single person but a combination of forces.   As a result, I hope that there’s a kind of temperance in the U.S. reaction, and not thoughtless and unseemly jingoism.

Thoughts on Bin Laden’s Death From a Downtown New Yorker (and Pacifist)

May 2, 2011

I must confess to feeling somewhat shaken over the news of Bin Laden’s death.  My reaction–a kind of deep and trembly somberness–makes me realize, first, what a both intense and nervous pacifist I am.   The death of even an enemy at another’s hands is not the kind of thing that brings me jubilance.

On the other hand, I’m a downtown New Yorker.  I saw the second plane hit the Trade Towers, and, for months and years, have mourned the 9/11 attacks, not so much because of the immediate loss of a loved one, but because of the loss of–I don’t know what exactly–an old life in a different New York City?   A time pre-ongoing wars?   (Of course, there were the loved ones.  No New Yorker can forget the photos and pleas that coated every lamppost and street corner, the terrible sorrow that filled all of our lives for some long time.)

There are also the countless deaths overseas, people killed because of the conflicts arising (rightly or wrongly) out of 9/11. Can the deaths of Iraqi civilians be blamed on Bin Laden?  I don’t know (I have some doubts, certainly, about the handling of it all).  Still, there is a sense that it is all knotted somehow together; collateral damage to the nth degree; violence that brought on more violence, and was intended to do so.

Being a downtown New Yorker post 9/11 also brings with it easily re-awakened fear.  I woke up this morning to the sound of helicopters.  The blades raise a resonate shuddering in the stomach.

Yes, I am glad that the U.S. has been able to accomplish what it intended, that it’s been able to feel and show that competence.

I also hope that this can be the justification for U.S. extrication of itself from foreign wars, and that Bin Laden’s death provides some kind of comfort, at least some lessening of bitterness, for families who have lost loved ones.

I just wish there were ways other than killing for all sides (ourselves and our opponents) to move towards an idea of justice.  Maybe I was born on the wrong planet.

(P.S. whatever one’s feelings, however happy one may feel that Bin Laden has died, it seems too serious a matter for jumping up and down.  It brings back images of people celebrating 9/11;  it’s hard to believe that that kind of pay-back can do anything but promote more violence.)

More Repressive Doings In Wisconsin – Targeting U/W Professor William Cronon

March 29, 2011

My not very good portrait of Professor Cronon (Made on IPhone)

Events in Wisconsin continue to be deeply troubling.   After attacking public employees, and historic open meeting laws for legislators, Wisconsin Republicans now appear to be targeting William Cronon, Frederick Turner and Vilas Professor of History, Geography and Environmental Studies at University of Wisconsin.  Cronon’s offense, seemingly: speaking out in his blog about right wing state legislative tactics and writing an op-ed piece in The New York Times about how the crackdown on public unions deviates from Wisconsin’s historical traditions promoting both fair play and fair pay.   The specific means of attack (so far): a request by a Republican state official for access to months of emails written by Cronon on his University email account, highlighting buzz words such as Republican, Scott Walker, unions.

I was lucky enough to know Bill Cronon many years ago when he was on a Rhodes Scholarship at Oxford University (studying at Jesus College.)  He was one of the most hardworking and intellectually honest people I had ever met.  He was diligent, curious, creative, and kind.  I have not been in contact with him for years, but these characteristics were fundamental personality traits, and they continue to mark his work.  (Bill even looks somewhat the same as he did at Oxford, with the same hair style and beard, only greyed, and inquiring eyes behind dark-framed glasses.)

Cronon is a distinguished scholar, an early winner of a MacCarthur grant for  groundbreaking work on the interplay between ecology, nature, culture, history.   He is a great and creative student of American history, of the colonies (and pre-colonial America)  through the American West.  Recently, he was elected president of the American Historical Association.

My guess is that he is in a pretty strong position to weather almost any  type of attack.  But what about professors at state universities who have not had such celebrated careers?  What about state non-academic employees?

Scary stuff.

“Scribbling Women” – Marthe Jocelyn – Tales of Extraordinary Women Before the Age of the Blog

March 28, 2011

“Don’t know much about history,” sings Sam Cooke at the beginning of his 1959 song, “Wonderful World.”

My admirable friend and Canadian author, Marthe Jocelyn, in contrast, knows quite a lot about history, and, in her new book “Scribbling WomenTrue Tales From Astonishing Lives, does her best to  impart its wonders.

“Scribbling Women,” published by Tundra Books, outlines the lives of eleven extremely different yet remarkable women, each of whom set pen to paper (or fingers to typewriter) in ways that literally made history–their lives defying the boundaries of their circumstances, their writings serving as actual historical records of their times.  In this series of  short and insightful biographies, Jocelyn includes hefty, but digestible, chunks of these records–that is, the actual writing of each of her subjects–allowing readers to savor each woman’s unique voice.

The “scribbles”–ranging fromThe Pillow Book of Sei Shonagan, written in Imperial Japan, to Mrs. Beeton’s Book of Household Management, a 1112 page tome by Isabella Beeton of Victorian England, to the diary of Ada Blackjack, written on Wrangel Island, in the Eastern Cape of Siberia, in 1923–cover a vast range of time, geography, and style. Some of the texts were originally intended for publication, others, such as the diary of South Vietnamese physician, Dr. Dong Thuy Tram, seem to have been written simply to relieve an overburdened heart.  To accommodate this range, Jocelyn deftly provides a context for each tale, inserting brief and friendly asides that explain important bits of political and social history, and also past cultural norms and vocabulary.  In an age in which some would opt to bowdlerize Mark Twain rather than deal with historic complexity, her matter-of-fact approach to difficult and outmoded tags is incredibly refreshing.

Jocelyn writes primarily for the young adult reader, but the book is great for anyone  interested in writing, women and writing women.   Despite their “astonishing lives”, many of these women have received little popular attention (at least I hadn’t heard much of them):  there is Margaret Catchpole, transported from England to New South Wales for horsestealing and prison escape; her letters now provide one of the few written records of early colony life; Harriet Ann Jacobs, author of Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, who spent seven years living in an attic cupboard at the edge of her master’s plantation; Nelly Bly, American jounalist, who, with (dare I say it?) crazy bravura, arranged a confinement an 1880‘s women’s insane asylum in order to get the inside story.  (Nelly’s findings were reported in two articles in Joseph Pultizer’s The World, and later in the book, Ten Days in a Madhouse.)

Some of the women are more directly involved with the act of writing than others.  (Sei Shonagon, for example, worries terribly about coming up with quick poetic responses.)  The life of each, however, is fundamentally marked by her womanhood, in terms of both the dangers that threaten her and the opportunities that may avail.  The particularly feminine suffering of some of the women, such as slave Harriet Jacobs, and aborigine Doris Pilkington Garimara, is sobering.  But Scribbling Women offers lighter moments too, as when Mary Kingsley, English adventurer of the mid-19th century, writes of walking through West Africa:

“…the next news was I was in a heap, on a lot of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit.  It is at these times you realize the blessing of a good thick skirt.  Had I paid heed to the advice of many people in England…and adopted masculine garments, I should have been spiked to the bone and done for.  Whereas, save for a good many bruises, here I was with the fullness of my skirt tucked under me, sitting on nine ebony spikes some twelve inches long, in comparative comfort, howling lustily to be hauled out.”  From Mary Kingsley, author of Travels in West Africa, as quoted by Marthe Jocelyn, a scribbling woman.

Get your copy today!

Mary Kingsley, 1862-1900

(For more about Scribbling Women, Martha Jocelyn, the blog tour for Scribbling Women, and Tundra Books, check out Tundra’s website and Marthe’s website. )

Too Many Explosions

March 21, 2011

Natural Disasters, Manmade Suffering