Desert storms

Just got back from my vacation out west, which included a week at Burning Man. I plan on writing something more substantial about the experience, but am not quite ready. For now, these lyrics from Shriekback's "The Strongest Wind that Blows" sum it up pretty well.

I start to know
the strongest wind that blows
The thing that until now I only read about
New structure
eating up the old
The process we all have this nameless dread about

Cold shoals
Their bloodless arms enfold
The earthen engines moan
Corruption,
the feast out in the cold
Everybody leaves this dance alone

Lashed up,
clinging to a thing
The nights are drawing in, that there's no doubt about
Wild rapture:
the old familiar code
This brute reflex is nothing much to shout about

Pegged out,
pulling down the stone
Botched, brave and alone
Fierce lustre
blistering the soul
Mourning for those I will never know

Stake out,
cops inside a van
To test a theory that the world is credible
My brains
boiling in a pan
Tests have shown they prove to be inedible

Own up
The terrifying trees
Will shake the leaves around
Dumbstruck
Starts at every sound
Everybody needs somebody now

Apparently, Barry Andrews went to Burning Man this year, wrote that song, then traveled back to the past and recorded it.

One of the best parts of the trip was getting totally cut off from news and current events for a week. I wish I could have stayed out until mid-November.

The important cog in the big story, for me at least, was the conservative reaction to Bristol Palin's pregnancy. Taken along with their criticism of Senator Obama's dedication to physical fitness and healthy eating habits, we can divine that their plan for our nation's children is to make them fat and pregnant. No news yet on the Republican's policy position regarding the availability of shoes in winter.

Seriously though, this is horrible. I am morally outraged that a national party is encouraging teen pregnancy. "It's her choice," they say. Choice? For a child? If my daughter were to come home pregnant, we'd be speeding on down to the abortion clinic before she finished the sentence. Choice? No. She can choose to fuck up her life when she's 18. Until then, that's my job.

The american dream

This is it, baby. I'll be away for a couple weeks, soiling my soul, or whatever's left of it, with fine desert dust and the soot of a thousand fires.

Fiction with russia may spell trouble for us

That's an actual headline from today's NY Times, minus an "r" and a period or two. If Google would let me use more words in headlines, I would have titled this something like "Example #45,890 that humans are an incredibly violent and stupid species of monkeys too violent and stupid to survive for long on this here earth" or "What the fuck is wrong with Republicans? Can they really be that fucking stupid? Is there anything they will not do to maintain power? example #64,876."

I mean, why, oh why, are we so hepped up to install a missile system on Russia's borders? To bring back the cold war? The only rational reason I can think of is to have a seriously scary enemy. Not just another enemy. A seriously scary enemy. The goat fucking al quaeda losers just aren't scaring the real 'Mericans like they used to. But fucking with Russia? Yea, that'll do the trick. Duck and cover motherfuckers. And vote for the tough guy (by tough we mean cowardly tool, you understand).

Is there anything positive that we, as a species, have accomplished that the Republican's don't want to roll back? Anything? Please, help me out here. I'm at a loss.

Bring back the Berlin wall. Only this time without the art.

The Jouvert vibe

Revisiting these West Indian Days photos is really making me regret not being there this year. Taken as a whole, I can't think of a more interesting festival. It starts wit the innocent beauty of the very young, ends with the mature beauty of older folk, and passes the night in between with drinking, dope and sex in the streets. Ya just gotta be there to have any hope of understanding. Well, I'm living. I'm learning. Next year I'll shoot for the definitive.

57th and 7th

Practice, practice. Unfortunately, I'll be missing the West Indian Day festivities again this year. But anyone in New York on Labor Day weekend should consider it. Catch the Children's parade on Saturday, up where it starts (somewhere near Utica and Eastern Parkway) and walk the route to the BMA. Then get up very, very early on Monday morning, or just stay out and party all night on Flatbush (chuckling recommends) and participate in the Jouvert parade. Don't wear any finery though. You are likely to get painted or slimed in some way or other. Then, If you can really hold your liquor, get by on very little sleep and you are a masochist for over-commercialized crap that's not altogether uninteresting, go to the regular West Indian day parade on Eastern Parkway. If nothing else, you can always flip off Mayor Bloomberg. I usually miss that one, but I'm not saying you should. Just don't mistake it for the main event. When done right, I'd consider rating West Indian Day weekend as New York's number 1 experience, though of course there are contenders, more contenders, a hell of a lot more contenders -- it's fucking New York -- contender city, so you may have your own opinion. Still, it's definitely up there. Next year I'll make it a point to be in the city and show you.

Heads and holes

Carnegie hall

I'm sorry for the light posting lately. Flipping past MSNBC last night I saw an insipid hairdo announce something along the lines of "Obama's teenage drug use vs. McCain's messy divorce from his first wife. Stay tuned for the important details." As the election approaches, I'm sre I'll hole up in my room and only come out to watch Avatar reruns. And plenty of others are communicating my political thoughts, so I find it difficult to justify why I should bother adding to the chorus.

Last night I went to a series of presentations at NYU by gifted minority students who have spent the summer studying public policy issues and working at related internships. I wish more people could see things like this. It would wipe the racist bullshit from the minds from all but the most corrosively idiotic rejects. These are the kinds of kids, like Obama, who will get into Harvard Law or wherever they want to go, without identifying themselves as black or hispanic on the application. That, assuming they aren't collateral damage in a ghetto gun fight or shot 41 times by a trigger happy cop who can't tell a wallet from an Uzi.

But mainly I've been practicing photo techniques for an upcoming project. A big part of that has been evaluating different photo workflow and correction software. For anyone interested, I've been comparing Adobe Lightroom, Apple's Aperture, and LightZone. I have my likes and dislikes about each program, but quality-wise they are hard to compare. Typically, my moods change with the breeze and what I like while I'm processing a photo in LightZone might be completely different the next day when I process it in Aperture. Adobe's Lightroom, unfortunately, is such a mess I find it unusable. That's too bad because feature wise it is probably the best.

I'm considering starting a photo blog to discuss this shit, but am generally of the belief that artists shouldn't talk about their art. Best to leave it to the eye of the beholder. So we'll see. Or not.

Pastoral

More evidence that age stupifies

This from an article about how different generations of women perceive Hillary Clinton's recent presidential campaign. It is illustrative of so many issues.

They're hopeful, says the 59-year-old Leet, in part because "we brought them up to believe they can do anything."

Leet has two daughters, both in their early 20s. She says they didn't perceive the anti-woman rhetoric that she sensed during Clinton's campaign.

She got angry in particular with media coverage and was not shy about sharing her opinions with them.

Their response? They rolled their eyes, she says, and said something like, "God, Mom, get over it."

Sunday in the park

Dispatch from a Culture War

Through random browsing, I came across this article about Christian nut cases trying to shut down a porn shop and the lawsuits those efforts have engendered.

In short, a sex shop chain opened a franchise near a small town. Local Christians take pictures of the shop's patrons, publish them on-line, and contact their employers in the hope of driving away business and forcing the sex shop to shut down.

The legal arguments are all about zoning. The county granted the store a license without knowing what kind of business it would conduct. When they found out, they passed a zoning ordinance to shut them down. That case is pending. Meanwhile, the porn store is suing the county for not enforcing its zoning laws, allowing the Christians to build structures on county lands without a permit. They claim the protesters have cost them $300,000 in six months.

Although I am not one to patronize interstate porn shops, I'll make it a point to visit that one next time I'm in the area and get my picture published on line. It's not far from the Creation Museum so maybe I'll take the kids and make it another chuckling family educational field trip. I think it's important to teach young people about Christianity.

Even though I'd like to stop by and moon them, I actually agree with the Christian nuts on this issue. In the United States, they have all the constitutional rights they need to do what they are doing. With few restrictions that don't apply here, they can protest anything they choose to protest, take pictures of anyone who ventures out in the public sphere, and publish whatever they want to this world and beyond. The sad fact that they generally do not support those same rights for people with whom they disagree is not grounds for taking away their rights. Grounds for ridicule, yes. Oppression, no.

And frankly, I think porn shops should be zoned out of residential neighborhoods. Not because of what's inside them, but because of the kinds of people they attract. Of course I'm sure that upwards of 99.999 of porn patrons are not sex criminals, but still, some are and it's just not wise to have a business designed to attract the horny operating in a residential area.

But the porn business does have a point in its lawsuit against the county regarding selective enforcement of zoning laws. If a government does not enforce the laws, or not, the same way for everybody, then that government is not legitimate.

So hopefully all the laws will be enforced in a constitutionally consistent manner. And if the protesters can make the place unprofitable, let it close down. I'm just hoping I can get my ass on their web site before that happens.

Oooga boooga

Today's Washington Post provides a platform for an Alaskan villager to discuss some of the primitive beliefs and practices that make it so difficult for peoples everywhere to get good government. Heather Lende, apparently some kind of village storyteller, provides the same rationale for her continued support of the corrupt Alaskan senator Ted Stevens as primitives all over the world provide for their own personal Robert Mugabe's. At whatever cost to the nation.

Sure he's corrupt, but he buys her things, too.

Brooklyn today

Grandpa chuckling laments

Back to the personal narrative. I don’t think I mentioned that my wife Lola and son John Bob have been out of the country for awhile. Lola returns in a few days. John Bob is gone till September. There was an article in yesterday’s New York Times about how parents have become so insanely controlling that they can’t even send their kids off to camp without harassing the camp counselors pretty much every day. Poor little John Bob is all alone half way around the world with people he doesn’t know speaking languages he doesn’t speak. Most days we can’t even get through by telephone. The article said that one of the purposes of summer camp is to allow kids to deal with the world on their own. My guess is that this will help make him real smart. We’ll see.

So I’ve been alone with my teenage daughter Jane Bob. I know that sounds like a recipe for trauma, but we actually get along well. For the most part we don’t even see each other. I’m on an early schedule. She’s on a late. But the other night we went to see Powaqqatsi, the film by Godfrey Reggio with a score by Phillip Glass. Jane Bob is an interesting filmmaker and I thought she might be interested in the visuals. Me? I always like to see ambitious photography and I like Phillip Glass. Reggio's "quatsi" trilogy is very ambitious, and very well done photography.

Glass was there with an ensemble, the Brooklyn Children’s choir and a Muslim man who sang the Adhan with an incredible voice. An unexpected bonus: Glass and Reggio had a little conversation before the performance. I thought it was good for Jane Bob to hear how two very successful artists talked about collaboration. Reggio made the point that of course most serious artists have huge egos or they wouldn’t be taking on ambitious projects, but that for a collaboration to work it had to be done by people without superficial vanity. He said that Glass was constantly asking for criticism while they were producing the film.

But other than that little outing I’ve been more or less dead. It was a big deal getting the night shot of the elusive Totoro, but other than that I’ve just been photographing my windows and chairs. And to be honest, I haven’t actually been doing much of that.

With Lola gone I’ve been watching more tv than normal. Now I get to bitch about 100 + channels and nothing on just like everybody else. Ain’t life grand? I now realize that having her around is what makes me want to get out of the house. Don’t worry. I don’t want to get away from her in a bad, unhappy marriage or sexist way. It’s more that her presence makes me embarrassed to sit around on my ass doing nothing constructive. If I don’t produce art, she gets cranky. And she likes to be alone for long stretches as well. We are both hermits.

Anyway, I’ve mentioned before that I discover most of the television shows I like by walking through the living room and making fun of whatever Lola is watching. After doing that for a awhile, often a year or two, I eventually start liking the show and watch it religiously from there on out. The first one was Friday the 13th, the Series. Not the horror movies but the TV show about cursed objects. Then it was Star Trek the Next Generation. I had a good run of making jokes about how wimpy Picard is compared to Kirk. Usually something like, if that were Kirk, he'd just punch him in the face. Or if that were Kirk, he'd have fucked her five ways to Sunday by now. But eventually I got sucked in. Every two or three years I discover another show that way.

The newest entry in the pantheon is Avatar: The Last Airbender. It took awhile for that one to get to me. Kids' cartoons are such dreck these days that only John Bob pays attention to them so Lola and I didn’t really notice that he had been watching Avatar. It was Jane Bob who first played the chuckling role of walking through the living room and making fun of what John Bob was watching, then getting hooked. Eventually Lola sat down with the kids. Then it was like, all of a sudden, after at least a year, I noticed that all three of them were watching this stupid cartoon. So I thought I’d have a little sport. Now here we are. Again.

But other than Avatar, it’s been 100 + channels with nothing on. My fear was that I’d watch too much sports and, horror of horrors, start watching the cable news channels. I’ve done pretty well, though I have started watching MSNBC some. It’s mildly interesting to see the emergence of a liberal propaganda channel. Personally, I wish they would bring back the equal time law, do away with all these shallow, endlessly pontificating morons and return towards the ideal that journalists should report the news and, if they must analyze, do so with a real effort to be honest and objective. Not gonna happen. I know.

The only other hopes I had for cable were Public Access television and the music channels. I thought that Brooklyn would have interesting Public Access, but such has rarely been the case. It’s almost all religious crap or music videos, mostly from Caribbean people or very urban Americans. The music oriented shows are sometimes interesting at 2 or 3 am on a Saturday night, but I’m not awake during those hours as much as I used to be. Occasionally people try to produce arts oriented shows, but I have yet to see anything compelling.

And it appears I’m either too old or too cool for the music channels. Occasionally I see something I like on VH1 classic, but for the most part it’s crap like Kiss, Poison, or Motely Crue. With all the concert videos out there, you’d think they could do better. And I just no longer relate to the young kids and their videos. It was bound to happen some day. That plus it seems they don’t make them like they used to. From what I can tell, Lilly Allen is the only performer who gets MTV airtime and has consistently creative videos.

Yesterday, however, I was shocked to come across a great singer while flitting upon MTV. I couldn’t imagine how she got on a music channel singing the blues with that voice. Had I heard it on the IPod, I would have thought I was listening to an old recording by someone like Billie Holiday. Turned out it was Amy Winehouse. I occasionally read about her travails in the gossip pages, but had no idea she could actually sing.

Thus wraps up this installment of grandpa chuckling laments. I know, I know. Feel free to drop by and shoot me. On the positive side, there is a fire on the horizon. I can almost feel it.

Why we are losing - Part 7562

Senate Republicans today defeated an increase in aid to low income people who struggle to pay their energy bills. The vote was 35 to 55, with the 35 being the victors. Democrats were reportedly frustrated. Why? You'd think they'd be used to getting their asses handed to them by half as many Republicans. Seems to happen every day.

If it's so easy to defeat legislation, which for Republicans it apparently is, one wonders why the Democrats couldn't manage it when they were so busy giving away the farm during the Bush years. What's to wonder ese? They can't win when they have a majority. Why would they fight when they are outnumbered?

And where was Barack Obama during this important vote? Oh, he is in Europe. Great, but why couldn't the Democrats wait for him to get back. It was a rare saturday session. Were the Democrats trying to lose before he could get back and make an issue out of it? If played right, McCain and the Republicans' failure to help people could be a day's news leader. Obama votes to help low income people with their energy bills. Where is McCain? What's his problem?

A functional political party would be peppering asshats like McCain and his thoroughly corrupt colleagues with valid questions about their actions. Instead, theyare on the defensive. Can it really be that difficult? I don't see how.

Today's photo (totoro)

Who you callin nigger?

Both Jesse Jackson and Whoopi Goldberg made the news this week for using the word "nigger." Jackson, as I'm sure you know, got caught using it in what he thought was a private conversation. Goldberg used it repeatedly on the daytime television show "The View." Jackson has been in the forefront of those arguing that the word should be verboten. Goldberg argues that it’s okay for blacks to call other blacks "nigger." No one else, however, should be allowed to use the word. That's because, according to Goldberg, blacks live in a different world that only those with certain melanin levels can understand.

I am in the "not okay to call people nigger" camp. Basically, my reasoning is that the word harms people psychologically and keeps a lot of us down socially and economically. How many times do we hear something along the lines of “you can’t imagine how it feels to be called a nigger?” And calling others nigger is widely considered low class for both blacks and whites. It certainly limits one’s job opportunities.

I fear that older African Americans such as Jesse Jackson and Whoopi Goldberg are so damaged by the racism they have experienced in their own lives that some part of them wants the younger generations to experience that same pain. I actually consider Jackson to be the least hypocritical of the two. He knows it is wrong to call African Americans nigger and has fought to get people to stop using it. Goldberg, on the other hand, revels in her right to call black people nigger.

And Goldberg demonstrates a larger pathology. On “The View” she repeatedly referred to her belief that blacks and whites live in different worlds and that there should be different rules for what people can say based on the world in which they live.

Now I’ve lived abroad and traveled quite a bit and have witnessed the fact that peoples often do live in different worlds. And I am aware that, historically, African Americans have all too often lived in a different world from the white majority.

But this “different world” for African Americans is widely recognized as a very bad thing. It is a world in which whites enjoyed significantly more privilege and opportunity than blacks. It is a reality which many people have fought hard to change for hundreds of years. And it is a reality that we have had a lot of recent success in changing. Not for all, but for many. And the trend going forward is very positive.

Unfortunately, sick twits like Whoopi Goldberg (whose different world is upper class New York/Hollywood btw) want to keep blacks mired in that different world; the one in which they most likely can neither succeed nor escape. I trust she doesn't consciously want to keep her niggers down, but that's the result of her beliefs about using the word "nigger."

And who, exactly, is Whoopi calling nigger? She’s calling people who live in housing projects nigger. She’s calling the black working class nigger. She’s calling the African and West Indian immigrants nigger. She’s calling black professionals nigger. She’s calling mixed people like Barack Obama nigger. She's calling Ivy League achievers like Michelle Obama nigger. And she’s calling the cute little Obama children nigger too. That’s what angers me. Whoopi Goldberg is calling innocent little children nigger.

Black children nowadays are very unlikely to experience the trauma of being called nigger from the mouth of a white racist. No, the first, fifth, and five thousandth time they are called nigger will be out of the mouth of an African American. Thanks Whoopi. You are sick

Whoopi Goldberg, and many fucked-up-beyond-repair people like her, argue that calling young children nigger is a form of empowerment. Well, perhaps it gives those who call young children nigger a sense of empowerment, but it certainly doesn’t empower those young children. It hurts them.

The word “nigger” is the opposite of empowerment for blacks, particularly the lower economic classes. It is a wound for all. A shackle for all too many.

Addendum: I am aware that in blog world, it is right bloggers who overwhelming, albeit superficially, share my position on this. I see no evidence that they believe a word of what they are saying. For them, Jackson and Goldberg's hypocrisy is just a weapon. That, and as so many note, wingnuts probably feel victimized and lash out because they want to call blacks niggers and society won't let them.

A commenter at the conservative"Hot Air" blog, responding to Goldberg's idiocy, expresses the conservative mindset quite well:

Can we ship them all back to Africa then? I mean really, how much more of this crap do we have to put up with? It just goes on and on and when you think they can’t be serious you realize they are.

I figured, OK give them Barak Hussein Obama and maybe the deal would be that we no longer have to listen to these people who are so not victims of anything whine about their victimhood...

Victimhood indeed.

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The new ballgame

Have you noticed how pretty much nothing remains of left field? The New York Times this morning has a piece about how "far leftists" are abandoning Senator Obama's campaign, yet it never tells us what defines the "far left."

The photo that accompanies the story seems to imply that two young twenty-somethings are far leftists. It's a terrible photo--off kilter with some guy's out-of-focus stomach protruding from the right, but I guess the photographer felt the need to keep his distance in case the leftists were to do something radical. They don't look particularly dangerous though. It's true that one is wearing some kind of message buttons, though we can't make out what they say, and the other has on a green shirt, which is ominous, but otherwise they just look like a couple middle class college kids.

The story's only example of a political belief embraced by the far left is an opposition to warrantless domestic spying. When I was a young'un, the far left wanted to nationalize industry, collectivize the farms and further the cause of international Communism. If opposition to warrantless domestic spying now defines the far left, then everyone in the United States except J. Edgar Hoover was a crazy radical before the second attack on the World Trade Center.

But as many note, we live in a post second-attack-on-the-World Trade Center-world. Americans now share a broad consensus that the police should be able to do whatever they want, whenever they want, to whomever they want (as long as it's someone else). Anyone who believes in politically incorrect parts of the constitution such as the First or Fourth Amendments is obviously a far leftist. The constitution, you see, is what the party in power says it is, at least as long as far leftists are not in power.

It's not until the end of the article that we get any other hint of what actually defines a far leftist.

Ms. Shade, the Green-turned-Democrat-returned-Green voter, spoke about Mr. Obama while leaning out her second-floor apartment window, where she has placed homemade signs urging the impeachment of President Bush. Others say “Free Gaza” and “Occupation is Terrorism.” She said twice that the American political system was “rotten.”

Not exactly nationalized industry or collective farms, but with a little analysis the definition of a far leftist begins to take shape.

The word green is the first giveaway. Green is the new Red. Then the fact that the woman has homemade signs. Any decent American would contribute to the economy (even if it's China's) by purchasing their signs. And off course anyone advocating the impeachment of Bush is a far leftist. That's practically the same thought crime as reading the constitution. And anything that remotely smacks of opposition to government-approved military conquest is marks one indelibly as a far leftist.

But while all of those thought crimes might conceivably be excused as legitimate policy difference or the idealism of youth, I suspect the girl's gravest crime, and that of the other far leftists, is the forbidden thought that the American political system is rotten. She didn't just say it once. As the reporter for the NY Times emphasized, she said it twice! That's out there, man. Out in left field.