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  • skkott 9:45 pm on Friday, July 24, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Irish,   

    some fun stuff from this week [UPDATED] 

    Interesting facts on Irish lineage via Harvard prof/Cambridge cop controversy.

    Poet John Lunderberg finds some found poems–but not a poet– in Sarah Palin.

    Vanity Fair copy edits Palin’s  resignation speech.

    And a Palin supporter edits the Vanity Fair’s edit. (No comedy here.)

    A hilarious yoga campaign to save Sarah’s knees.

    “It just rolled off the top of her head, all spontaneous-like, perfectly formed…[…]God, I’ll be sad when she gets a speechwriter…” Yes, you guessed it right; Sarah again. Mudflats reports on her latest speech.

    And a priceless Palin party poll underway.

    UPDATE on Palin saga:  Her farewell speech was no exception…

    Sarah Palin’s Gradual Descent Into Incoherency

    It’s like Peggy Noonan, Jack London, and William Faulkner wandered into the woods with three buttons of peyote and one typewriter, and only this speech emerged.

    And she wrote this speech! In advance, on paper! What does any of it mean? It is amazing. Twenty years ago she could competently descibe a dog race, three years ago she could articulate a position on the abortion issue, and this weekend she composed a resignation speech by throwing culture war stock phrases into a hat and dumping it upside down on a copy of The Paranoid Style in American Politics.

    And William Shanter  pays tribute on Conan O’ Brien show by performing her poetry set to music. (You can compare it with Sarah’s own performance here, poem begins at about 1:25 on video, and goes until 2:20) Below is the relevant extract, straight out of her farewell speech:

    soaring through nature’s finest show.
    Denali, the great one, soaring under the midnight sun.
    And then the extremes. In the winter time it’s the frozen road
    that is competing with the view of ice fogged frigid beauty,
    the cold though, doesn’t it split
    the Cheechakos from the Sourdoughs?
    And then in the summertime such extreme
    summertime
    about a hundred and fifty degrees hotter
    than just some months ago, than
    just some months from now,
    with fireweed blooming
    along the frost heaves and merciless rivers that are rushing
    and carving
    and reminding us that here,
    Mother Nature wins.
    It is as throughout all Alaska that big wild
    good life teeming along the road that is
    north to the future.


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    • derek 11:27 am on Saturday, July 25, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Yo skkott
      I’ve been painting houses lately, and on the job site Sahra Palin is the saviour. All the contractors are in love with her. They really think she is one of them.
      Personally I think our country is a crashing airplane and everyone is trying to keep it from crashing. I think it needs to crash so we can start fresh. Kind of like when lightning starts a forest fire and burns out the old dead wood so new trees can grow.
      I truly believe there is no solution for our situation. We have grown too large and too complex. Remember the story of the knot that was too complex, no one could untie it? Then a clever guy steps up and cuts it in half with a sword.
      In my opinion the are no politicians that have any solutions that will keep us from crashing, not one. I don’t believe any of them.
      All career politicians are crooks. We have a completely corrupted governmental system that cannot be fixed.
      I just hope the plane doesn’t crash on my house.

    • heath 11:35 am on Saturday, July 25, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      good entertainment. thx. loved the VF edit. was really dismayed by the response to it. my prayer for today: please let trying to read, think and write be a way for people to learn to read, think and write. and it is, I know. there’s the matter of time, though. may it be sooner, not later.

      derek, I was writing my thx when ur comment appeared like lightning above it. when I read about the story of the man with sword who cut the knot, all I could think of was: what if the knot was on a shoe? I have hopes for Obama.

      • derek 11:50 am on Saturday, July 25, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        heath, if it’s a shoe then it’s is way out of style and we need to go shopping for new shoes. I’m really not being pessimistic. I just believe nature has away of resetting balances.
        I think Obama is cool and all, but he’s fighting an inevitable losing battle. Our country, our world, is going through some serious changes and I don’t believe our current types of government, institutions or business models are structured to handle these changes.
        When the earth was flat we had ways of dealing with it, like not sailing to close to the edge. When we realized it was a ball we had to create new ways of dealing with it. We could sail without fear of falling off the edge.

        • heath 12:49 pm on Saturday, July 25, 2009 Permalink | Reply

          (what of the foot in the shoe, she whispered…)

          when they realized it was a ball, they took their fears in hand (because it was still the unknown for them) and sailed away. wherefore I have hope in Obama, who represents the best in all of us. he’s just one man. we are many. we can do it right, step by step, as long as we can see what we really are. he helps us see it.

          • derek 5:08 pm on Sunday, July 26, 2009 Permalink | Reply

            heath, have you ever overworked a painting or poem to the point where it just becomes muddy and no matter what you do it just gets muddier? I find i need to set that piece aside and start with a fresh canvas or blank page. That’s how i feel abut our world right now. Our politics, our institutions, religions and belief systems are out dated and muddy. They are no longer able to deal with our rapidly changing humanity. Things are moving at such a pace now that even the likes of someone as cool as Obama can’t keep up.

            I believe we are due for a new canvas.

            • heath 6:49 am on Monday, July 27, 2009 Permalink

              I put a work aside until I understand myself and the work better. the fault is with my understanding. work is continuous. each piece is a stop on a path. putting aside some work doesn’t take me off the path. in NYC, I’ve seen neighborhoods that the rest of the world wrote off, come back. I’ve seen others that were lovely fall. the effort to bring back a neighborhood is enormous, but it’s accomplished by individual acts, rooted in hope and self-confidence, over time. when a neighborhood falls, it’s because of neglect by many individuals in the same rough period of time — people acting out their hopeless, dismal feelings. I believe. I believe each of us makes a difference. I believe in not writing anything off until it takes itself off the stage of life. that point comes for everything. but life is given to things and people by offering support until that point. I wrote the poem below for the man I love. I share it here because it fits this discussion:

              Roughed-in

              Where something’s been.
              Smoothing a roughed-in idea
              of space and time
              along a shorthand edge.
              That’s a sketch.

              Pain’s a sketch of not,
              a roughed-in idea of fear
              that something’s
              never gonna be.
              The artist’s love fights not.
              With hand to paper,
              she whispers could.
              The edge
              she draws
              says is.

  • Dara 8:41 am on Friday, July 10, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    There are people and then there are people… 

    I am not a great cut and paste artist, but this I have to share. People constantly amaze me with their big hearts and character. This is an extract from an email I just received:


    ‘Last Sunday, my wife, kid, and I had to travel to Andheri from Bandra. When I waved at a passing auto rickshaw, little did I expect that this ride would be any different. As we set off, my eyes fell on a few magazines (kept in an aircraft style pouch) behind the driver’s back rest. I looked in front and there was a small TV. The driver had put on the Doordarshan channel.

    My wife and I looked at each other with disbelief and amusement. In front of me was a small first-aid box with cotton, dettol and some medicines. This was enough for me to realise that I was in a special vehicle. Then I looked round again, and discovered more – there was a radio, fire extinguisher, wall clock, calendar, and pictures and symbols of all faiths – from Islam and C hr istianity to Buddhism, Hinduism and Sikhism. There were also pictures of the heroes of 26/11- Kamte, Salaskar, Karkare and Unnikrishnan. I realised that not only my vehicle, but also my driver was special.

    I started chatting with him and the initial sense of ridicule and disbelief gradually diminished. I gathered that he had been driving an auto rickshaw for the past 8-9 years; he had lost his job when his employer’s plastic company was shut down. He had two school-going children, and he drove from 8 in the morning till 10 at night. No break unless he was unwell. “Sahab, ghar mein baith ke TV dekh kar kya faida? Do paisa income karega toh future mein kaam aayega.” (“Whats the point of sitting at home watching TV. If I earn 2 paise they will come in handy in future”)

    We realised that we had come across a man who represents Mumbai – the spirit of work, the spirit of travel and the spirit of excelling in life. I asked him whether he does anything else as I figured that he did not have too much spare time. He said that he goes to an old age home for women in Andheri once a week or whenever he has some extra income, where he donates tooth brushes, toothpastes, soap, hair oil, and other items of daily use. He pointed out to a painted message below the meter that read: “25 per cent discount on metered fare for the handicapped. Free rides for blind passengers up to Rs. 50.

    My wife and I were struck with awe. The man was a HERO! A hero who deserves all our respect. Our journey came to an end; 45 minutes of a lesson in humility, selflessness, and of a hero-worshipping Mumbai, my temporary home. We disembarked, and all I could do was to pay him a tip that would hardly cover a free ride for a blind man.’

    One day I hope to meet Sandeep Bachhe and see his rick MH-02-Z-8508.

     
  • heath 7:59 am on Wednesday, June 10, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: fiction, , Salman Rushdie   

    Why I love Salman Rushdie 

    In the current New Yorker magazine, there’s a Salman Rushdie story titled In The South, which opens like this:

    “The day that Junior fell down began like any other day: the explosion of heat rippling the air, the trumpeting sunlight, the traffic’s tidal surges, the prayer chants in the distance, the cheap film music rising from the floor below, the loud pelvic thrusts of an “item number” dancing across a neighbor’s TV, a child’s cry, a mother’s rebuke, unexplained laughter, scarlet expectorations, bicycles, the newly plaited hair of schoolgirls, the smell of strong sweet coffee, a green wing flashing in a tree…”

    What puts the knife in my heart?  That he ends the list of urban events and sounds with “…a green wing flashing in a tree.

     
    • derek 10:29 am on Wednesday, June 10, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      No matter how urban we get, nature has away of showing through, even if it’s just a glimpse.

      • heath 1:31 pm on Wednesday, June 10, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        tiny hillocks of moss, brilliant in the rain, border a narrow squirrel-tamped path edging the parking lot out back…

        • derek 11:22 pm on Wednesday, June 10, 2009 Permalink | Reply

          is the brilliance in noticing such details of life, or is it in the sharing of them in such a poetic way……

          • ed 1:40 pm on Thursday, June 11, 2009 Permalink | Reply

            What more can anyone say? Cool, you two.

          • heath 4:50 pm on Thursday, June 11, 2009 Permalink | Reply

            the brilliance of the onlooker’s eye sees a green wing flashing in a tree.

            • derek 10:30 am on Friday, June 12, 2009 Permalink

              brilliance upon brilliance and then a star is born

  • heath 11:31 pm on Sunday, May 31, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Asian RnB, Mumzy Stranger, Rishi Rich, summer song, UK Asian,   

    Summer song: Mumzy Stranger’s One More Dance 

    Here’s one of those summer songs one can’t get out of one’s head:

    The apparent repeats in the lyrics are close echos, not true repeats.

    The great beats, addictive mix and lyrics are why the song sticks.

    The official lyrics are here.

    Check out Rishi Rich Productions Making Mumzy’s “One More Dance” Video, too.

    One More Dance is the most popular song on my songs blog, and it’s the most searched-for post here.

     
  • heath 2:25 pm on Friday, May 22, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: manual labor, Matthew B. Crawford,   

    An old way of looking at new work 

    A new article in the upcoming NY Times Magazine is one of most revolutionary things I’ve ever read from within the American sociocultural environment:

    The Case for Working With Your Hands — by Matthew B. Crawford.

    An excerpt:

    “..After finishing a Ph.D. in political philosophy at the University of Chicago in 2000, I managed to stay on with a one-year postdoctoral fellowship at the university’s Committee on Social Thought. The academic job market was utterly bleak. In a state of professional panic, I retreated to a makeshift workshop I set up in the basement of a Hyde Park apartment building, where I spent the winter tearing down an old Honda motorcycle and rebuilding it. The physicality of it, and the clear specificity of what the project required of me, was a balm….”

     
    • cat 4:56 am on Monday, May 25, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Yes, it’s excellent. I got the link to the article on advrider.com this morning.

      Nothing quite like recognising the truth; something you’d always known, at some level, but never seen expressed so well.

      • heath 11:24 am on Monday, May 25, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        Hi cat. Crawford’s article has struck a deep chord. He has a book coming out, from which the article is drawn. It’s “Shop Class as Soulcraft: An Inquiry Into the Value of Work”, available in hardcover, and download for Kindle, at Amazon.

        love, h

  • heath 4:16 pm on Thursday, May 21, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: being creative when sick, web design   

    The benefits of a feverish mind 

    If anyone’s interested, I revised my personal web site this past weekend.  I was pretty sick and couldn’t sleep for more than 30 hours.  Partway through my sleepless marathon, I thought about a quick redesign, and said, “Why not?”

    One reason why getting sick should not be avoided altogether is the fertile and changed thinking that arises in a feverish mind, of which this revision is good evidence.  The bold coloring is a continuing spin out from love, with a sprinkle of exposure to Seidel.  Though I’m liking it for now, it’s not done —  I have a lot of content to add, I will probably try to create a WordPress install to support the writings section, and the design itself will change.  But anyway, it’s fresh and OK at the moment.

     
  • heath 11:49 am on Wednesday, May 13, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: fearlessness, Juxt, The Young Turks, visual blogging   

    Fearless visual blogging 

    My two favorite visual blogs are

    The Young Turks

    and

    Juxt Interactive

    In the best of all possible worlds, everyone would check these out and I wouldn’t have to say why they’re my favs — and since saying why is against the visual paradigm, that would suit me fine.  But this ain’t the best of all possible worlds, hai na? 🙂  So here’s why:

    (More …)

     
  • heath 3:52 pm on Sunday, May 10, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: contemporary American poetry, Steve Toth, Willing to Change   

    A new poem from Steve Toth: “Willing to Change” 

    …Like the rain dropping
    everything but its desire
    to reach the ground…

    — from “Willing to Change” by Steve Toth.
    Read the full poem at the warriorpoets forum.
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    • ed 3:33 am on Monday, May 11, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      ……Like a eyeful of light
      being infinitely reflected between
      a pair of facing mirrors….

      😉

  • heath 10:16 am on Friday, May 8, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: humaneness, humanity, , Times of India, TOI   

    Another way to see: TOI 

    If you’re an American cousin, check out the Times of India online.   The page layout — what content is selected for the first page, and how it’s organized — expresses India’s innate socio-cultural respect for humanity’s humanity.

    I love that respect.  It’s saved my life twice.  And it draws me back to India’s people and arts time and time again.

     
  • heath 10:01 am on Friday, May 8, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Flamenco Sketches (Alternate Take), Miles Davis   

    Art is about… 

    …disagreement. Matlab*, showing another way to think, feel, listen, move, see. A teaching. Slyly, gracefully offered.

    * Matlab: meaning (Hindi).

    Here’s a piece of art from Miles Davis:

     
  • heath 9:48 am on Friday, May 8, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Anthony Lane, film reviews, Manohla Dargis, new Star Trek movie, ,   

    Better than the movie 

    Anthony Lane’s New Yorker Mag review (titled “Highly Illogical”) of the new Star Trek movie is dense, running on 24 levels, and funny as hell. There are too many good bits too thickly interwoven to be plucked out as snippets, so please excuse my providing no sample. If you want to laugh and think hard at the same time, give it a read: http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/cinema/2009/05/18/090518crci_cinema_lane

    And if you disagree with Lane’s take, try Manohla Dargis’s, in the NY Times: http://movies.nytimes.com/2009/05/08/movies/08trek.html

    (Comparing the reviews should show you why I think Lane is the best living film reviewer at the moment.)

     
  • heath 12:35 pm on Saturday, April 25, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: bhangra, Gora gora rang, Imran Khan, remix,   

    What a remix can do 

    Open it up, cut the edges sharper, make it jump, deliver a richer experience. Case in point, “Gora gora rang” by Imran Khan:

    original:

    remix:

     
  • heath 12:49 pm on Wednesday, April 22, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Belfast, Lawrence Downes, Maureen Evans, Northern Ireland, recipes,   

    Food tweets 

    http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/22/dining/22twit.html — by Lawrence Downes, a piece notable for the tap into the twee gestalt and lovely writing, as well as for the information. Snippet:

    “…I can hear your quibbles. You’re already on the Internet, so why not get the whole recipe, with pictures, and maybe a video? There’s no global shortage of pixels, so why risk clarity and comprehension for the sake of Twitter’s 140-character straitjacket?
    “I have no answer to that, other than to say it’s fun to decode and cook Ms. Evans’s tweets. They’re a pleasure to look at — strangely absorbing, like bonsai or Fabergé eggs. And (not to spoil the surprise) they work…”

     
  • heath 10:45 pm on Tuesday, April 21, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: UNESCO, WDL, World Digital Library   

    The World Digital Library (WDL) 

    The web site:  http://www.wdl.org

    A NYTimes Global Edition article about it: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/21/technology/21library.html?_r=1&ref=globalhome

    WDL is a Unesco effort.

     
  • heath 10:09 pm on Tuesday, April 21, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: editing, words,   

    For the word-driven… 

    If you sometimes obsess over words, this one’s for you:

    http://topics.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/04/21/slow-connections/

     
  • heath 1:14 pm on Sunday, April 19, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: compassion, practical transcendence, U2's Bono   

    A very fine Op-Ed piece by Bono 

    Just read — it’s that good…

    http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/19/opinion/19bono.html

     
  • heath 11:42 am on Thursday, April 16, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Blitzkrieg, dance, hip-hop, Mystics Martyrs & Maharajas album, rap, Tigerstyle, UK bhangra,   

    can you not dance to this? if you liste… 

    can you not dance to this? if you listen with closed eyes, can you resist? heavy baseline over dhol and funny, gritty lyrix!!!! activation mode: most energy centers!

    “What what? Brrrra! T-T-Tigerstyle! What what? Brrrra! What what?…”

    love, h

     
  • heath 12:11 am on Tuesday, April 14, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Frederick Seidel, links to others' stuff including mine, , The Cove, WWF magnetic money boards   

    Open, orphan: hugs hugs hugs. Links in… 

    Open, orphan: hugs hugs hugs.
    Links in link: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/warriorpoets/message/13120

     
  • heath 11:29 am on Sunday, April 5, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: bay leaves, chicken parm, constructionism, constructivism, curried soup, sea salt, sensitive cooking   

    Constructionist cooking: what is it? … 

    Constructionist cooking: what is it?

    Last night I put half a turkey breast, sea salt, two dried Turkish bay leaves, and water (to cover plus an inch) into a slow cooker on low, and forgot about it.

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  • heath 5:59 pm on Friday, April 3, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: daughter, dupatta?, hand-woven wool, , , magic, shawl, thanks   

    My daughter, my daughter… Dear Tina, t… 

    My daughter, my daughter… Dear Tina, thank you for the lovely woollen dupatta, or maybe that’s not what it is… a hand-woven, most amazing, shawl kind of thing, from India, of a wool that’s very fine and soft, with a design of a black ground and woven-in patterns of two reds and a blueish green — one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever owned. It shields me from all harm when I wear it. It’s magical. Thank you, and love.

     
    • Tina Contis-Quinn 1:42 am on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Awwwwwwwwww mom, thank you so much for this beautiful posting about something that just screamed your name Heather Heather Heather out to me when I saw it. I am so very glad that you love it and are enjoying it…it was meant for that. You have just put the biggest smile on my face that I’ve had in a while and for that I thank you again. I miss our guy…and our two lil furry one’s big time.

      love you.

      your daughter,

      T.

    • ed 2:54 am on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      The space between words, the dupatta, too.

      Hugs,
      ed

      • heath 7:11 am on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you, Ed, for a sensitive reading.

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