Archive for July, 2007

Hancock Street Dance!

Tuesday, July 17th, 2007

We came, we saw, we danced (and gambled away $4.25)!

After repeated requests, here is a photo fabulous documentation of our time at the always wonderful and endlessly entertaining Hancock Street Dance (which more accurately should be named Hancock Fire Station Dance and Gambling Party — all proceeds unwillingly donated to the Hancock Lions Club).

The scene as we arrived:

The entertainment:

The band:

The girls ready to take this place by storm:

The high rollers table:

The sun has set in the vast Wisconsin sky. Now is when the real party starts. Check out these moves:

Someone feels left out:

How quickly the tides do change:

We were dodging the paparazzi all night. Well, some of us were.

In these following photos, you may witness the effect of the street dance on the human psyche. These are being sent to psychologists as we speak:

The end. Hope to see you there next year! I’ll save you a dance.

Let the Northern Lights Erase Your Name

Sunday, July 15th, 2007

Let the Northern Lights Erase Your Name was a taut, economical and fully absorbing book. I read it in a few short days, while in Wisconsin. The pared down language leaves the space for imagination, rather than directing you straight to the point. It is both direct and elliptical at once.

Ripe with heartwrenching drama, the stuff of melodrama really, Vida avoids cliche and sentimentality. Instead, she creates real, memorable, at times very unlikable characters in an icy world that she creates quite warmly. As you can see, there are a number of dichotomies at work here.

The book is really about self-discovery, or lack thereof, and the formation of identity. It is about secrets and coming to terms with one’s known and unknown past, and how to reconcile that with your present self. How much does one’s past affect one’s present and one’s future, subconsciously and consciously?

In the acknowledgments, Vida thanks Galen Strawson, “whose essay “Against Narrativity”, published in Ratio, made me curious about the kind of person who would see their past as unconnected to their present. In trying to answer that question, this novel emerged.” Reading this, I was interested to find and read that essay. So I did.

Basically, the essay is about two different kinds of perceiving one’s self and one’s life. Those who are Diachronic (and I will simplify here) are people who, “naturally figures oneself, considered as a self, as something that was there in the (further) past and will be there in the (further) future.” These people also tend to be Narrative (he uses the big N) in their outlook. They place the events of their life in a timeline, connecting their past with their present, and forming an autobiographical narrative. Most Diachronics (the term Diachronic should not be conflated with Narrative. He elaborates further, I will be spare you here) would construe their past as having an indirect or direct effect and/or influence on their current and/or future self. Essentially, they view their life as an unfolding story. The other type of people, who are assumed to be rarer in the population, are Episodic. An Episodic, “does not figure oneself, considered as a self, as something that was there in the (further) past and will be there in the (further) future. They tend to not see their life in Narrative terms, but rather, as the name suggests, episodically. They live one moment to the next, realizing that there is a temporal progression, but that their self 20 minutes ago is not necessarily the same present self (I think).

Strawson proceeds to elaborate on the differences of these two experiences and what they may share and how they more clearly oppose one another. He also details the bias that either population may have against the other. For example, Diachronics feeling that Episodics live a less emotionally fulfilling life, or out of touch with their self, or may not be able to give as much in a relationship. And the reverse, Episodics may view Diachronics as being particularly self-involved, dramatic, or less involved in living in the present, for example. These judgments, Lawson feels, if made, would be lacking in understanding. Neither style of life is inferior to the other, just different. Strawson also fights the bias, identifying as an Episodic himself, in favor of Narrativity that he views among many in the culture (writers, philosophers, psychologists, academics et al.) He feels that there is a myth created in culture that attributes an ethical quality, a “goodness” to living one’s life narratively. He quotes the Earl of Shaftesbury (whom he considers an Episodic), to elaborate on his view that “the ethical Narrativity thesis is false”. I will re-quote the Earl here:


The metaphysicians…affirm that if memory be taken away,
the self is lost. [But] what matter for memory? What have I to
do with that part? If, whilst I am, I am as I should be, what do
I care more? And thus let me lose selfevery hour, and be twenty
successive selfs, or new selfs, ‘tis all one to me: so [long as] I
lose not my opinion [i.e. my overall outlook, my character, my
moral identity]. If I carry that with me ’tis I; all is well….– The
now; the now. Mind this: in this is all.

Also, in identifying as an Episodic, Strawson is particularly adept at describing the inner workings of an Episodic. The question of, “Can Episodics be moral beings?” is brought up more than once, and Strawson’s answer is yes. In fact, Narrativity, he argues, risks the “commodification of life and time – of soul, understood in a strictly secular sense.”

Okay, I’m going to stop myself here, because I did not intend to write this much. Since the essay is more exhaustive in its description, thought, and research, I would rather post a link to it than write my own mini-treatise on it, possibly mangling its meaning in the process (funny that I’m writing this now, having just done exactly that). But if you don’t have the time and interest in reading the actual essay and you’ve gotten this far, at least you have a thumbnail description of the idea. It is quite an interesting essay though. It is especially interesting having read Let the Northern Lights Erase Your Name, to think about the protagonist, Clarissa Iverton, and her experience and sense of self. I believe it was Vida’s intention to write from the perspective of an Episodic, and how this particular Episodic makes sense of her past and her struggle to construct her identity with these fragmented memories and gaps in memory. The result is a very engaging read that offers insight into this experience of self. Clarissa’s tale is an illustrative example of the quote from writer V.S. Pritchett that Strawson borrows to make his point about ethics: “We live beyond any tale that we happen to enact.”

p.s. The Believer interviewed Galen Strawson for its first issue. Here it is, if you’re interested. It is mostly about the concept of free will.

St. Vincent

Friday, July 13th, 2007


So, I mentioned listening to St. Vincent on my road trip to and away from Wisconsin a few posts ago. However, I feel that she deserves her own post, however brief. St. Vincent is Annie Clark and a few other musicians (including Bowie pianist Mike Garson), but mostly it is just Annie Clark. Clark (23 years) has played guitar with both Polyphonic Spree and Sufjan Stevens, but she’s obviously more than fine on her own. I don’t want to pick apart the album, but rather allow for its full natural ability to surprise and charm.

That being said, here are a few thoughts. Tracks 5 and 6, Marry Me and Paris is Burning, are a one-two punch. Now. Now. is really catchy and easily gets stuck in your head. The Apocalypse Song is pretty great too. These are ones that immediately come to my head — though I must confess that I haven’t listened to the album that many times yet (I just recently got it), but it immediately grabbed my attention for some reason — perhaps because it fit and enhanced the mood and feeling of being in a car, looking out the window, watching the sun set over the rolling hills and grazing cows. I must also say though that it still sounds good sitting in a suburban bedroom.

Clark has great vocal range. Her vocals in Paris is Burning echo Beth Gibbons’ (of Portishead) haunting delivery at times, but have an ethereal, formal soprano quality in other songs. There are beats, there are hooks, some eclectic instrumentation, horns, handclaps (always and epically underrated!), there are unexpected flourishes. The album displays a great range in mood, texture and tone. Your Lips Are Red is a nice, rollicking, dark song, then a few songs later is the more saccharine All My Stars Aligned. She’s also a very skilled guitarist. I highly recommend checking her out. You can listen to her on her MySpace page.

She’s touring, so check her out if she’s in your town. I’m really excited to see her here in Omaha at The Waiting Room. Bear Country and Scout Niblett are opening, so it should be an overall really good show.

The Joslyn

Thursday, July 12th, 2007


Jamie, Kyle and I went to the Joslyn Art Museum today ($3 for the exhibitions on Thursday from 4-8 pm) to see “Spared from the Storm: Masterworks from the New Orleans Museum of Art.”

It was a pretty good exhibit. It was kind of random in that it wasn’t organized by any sort of theme or art movement or style, but was just rather highlights from the New Orleans Museum of Art’s collection. Money from the exhibition will be put towards the NOMA, which suffered millions of dollars in damage from Katrina (I felt a little guilty for going on a discounted day).

What was most exciting about it was that you walk up the stairs to the exhibit and immediately before you is The Portrait of Marie Antoinette by Elisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun, painted in 1788 one year before the start of the Revolution (as told to me by Jamie…I knew it was somewhere around there). Elisabeth painted many of the Queen’s portraits (as seen in Marie Antoinette). The painting is an imposing 10 feet tall and very visually striking. So it really started with a bang. You can get somewhat of a sense of scale from the (illegal) photo below, but obviously, it doesn’t create the same effect. The painting that Jamie is looking at in the photo is the Portrait of Louis XIV by Claude Lefebvre.

Here Kyle studies a work by Pissarro. Other notable artists included in the exhibition were Degas, Rodin, Monet, Renoir, Gaugin, Braque, Picasso, Cassatt, Chagall, Ernst, Kandinsky, Matisse, Miró, O’ Keefe, and Pollock; you know, the usual suspects.

More Wisconsin photos I like

Thursday, July 12th, 2007



Beautiful Wisconsin Scenery

Tuesday, July 10th, 2007




Podcasts galore!

Monday, July 9th, 2007

I returned yesterday night from my family’s annual mini-Fourth of July vacation in Hancock, Wisconsin, one of my favorite towns in this country.

While there is plenty to write about from that adventure, and lots of photos, instead I choose to share with you the joy of podcasts. I am obsessed. The two 8 plus hour road trips allowed me some quality iPod time, and while I did discover some new music that I really like: St. Vincent and Fourth of July (from Lawrence, Kansas!) being two big winners…oh, and I really like the song Wet and Rusting by Menomena, which also has a slightly bizarre yet interesting video for it directed by Lance Bangs, which you can see here…anyway, while music is all well and good, podcasts are really where it’s at.

NPR and KCRW are the two biggest suppliers of my podcasts, including: Bookworm, The Treatment, Morning Becomes Eclectic, All Songs Considered, Book Tour, This American Life and Film Reviews. Other interesting podcasts I would recommend are KCET Podcast: Hammer Conversations, Filmschool has a few good episodes, The New Yorker: Fiction, and The Sound of Young America. If anyone has any other recommendations, I would be happy to hear them.

I’m not feeling in such a literary mood right now, so I’m just going to list the podcasts I listened to on the trip (all of which I would recommend):

From KCET:
David Foster Wallace reads from “Consider the Lobster”
A conversation between Miranda July and George Saunders (for the second or third time)

From KCRW’s Bookworm with Michael Silverblatt:
Vendela Vida (great having just read her book)
Dave Eggers
Greil Marcus
Chris Adrian
Kurt Vonnegut
Walter Kirn
David Foster Wallace

From KCRW’s The Treatment with Elvis Mitchell:
Judd Apatow
Sarah Polley
Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu
Amy Berg
Ryan Fleck and Anna Boden
Robert Altman
Fernando Meirelles

Also listened to Vendela Vida on The Sound of Young America

That is all.

Reading update

Monday, July 2nd, 2007

I finished No one belongs here more than you by Miranda July. I liked it very, very much. Unfortunately, I had already read six of the stories in other publications. I also attended a reading where she read two more that I hadn’t read before: “This Person” and “The Sister.” I loved hearing “That Person” read aloud, especially by July herself with the sort of even, non-inflection that perfectly characterizes the voice of that story. That brought the total of previously read/heard stories up to eight, leaving me an equal eight completely new stories to cherish. And cherish them I did. I read seven in spurts and then for some reason left “Mon Plaisir” unread until last night. All of the stories were great. Out of the new ones I read, “It Was Romance” and “Ten True Things” stick out. “Birthmark” is an older one that I really love.

Suffice it to say, I am a very big fan of all of July’s varied work in multiple mediums, her writing included. I guess my biggest compliment to her is to say that she is one of the most inspiring artists to me that is working today. Inspiring sounds like a lofty, oft-used word, but in this context is means simply her work makes me want to do stuff. Stuff like writing, making films, videos, and drawings. It’s rare that a work of writing or art can entertain, connect with you emotionally, prompt introspection, make you laugh, surprise you, and get you excited about creating something yourself; July’s work often reaches these heights.

The stories in No one belongs here more than you are deceptively simplistic. I don’t want to get all analytical and/or descriptive here, it just seems kind of inappropriate for her work, and I don’t feel like it, but I do want to recognize that her work contains these layers: layers of self-recognition, self-deception, self-loathing. So much is said by what is left unsaid in these stories, and how they’re told. I’m not making much sense, and this is why I didn’t want to go here in the first place. Trying to talk about them almost unravels the stories themselves…not in a way where they don’t stand up upon closer inspection, but in a way that…I don’t know takes away their magical quality. I suppose magical is a word that is sometimes used to describe July’s work and while I think it is fitting in ways, it also carries the connotation of being thin or flighty…whimsical…like unicorns and rainbows. I don’t think this describes her work at all. I think what is so striking about her work (writing especially) is that it is grounded in a very real, often dark and sad world. The fact that she can find the unique, the wonderful, the uplifting, the magical in the mundane, often depressing world is joyful, but if she is a writer of fairy tale like wonder, she more closely resembles the Brothers Grimm than Hans Christian Andersen.