I often wish I had the strength to commit suicide, but on the other hand, if I had, I probably wouldn't feel the need. God! Can't you let us win once in a while?
frank o haras college jnl
ive been reading frank for years, noticing his subcutenous anxiety, but dave turned me onto criticism- his essay is gr8, and so is this one
so many biogs, why havent i read one ?
ase
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
bhangra, two step, dancehall-love it all, all this shit influenced by hip hop, but not hip hop
i dont like hip hop, can deal with ashanti but not j rule-wonder why, is it my love of texture, maybe i should try to listen to hip hop w/o hearing the words.
thats like hearing robert johnson singing hell hound on my tail and not realizing the immensity of the actual pain. he called it devoicing black people.
am i a tourist when it comes to bhangra, can i deal with two step cause im an anglophile ?
how do i get into hip hops words ?
(hip hop is praised as a verbal genre, another similarty to country, what happens when i ignore the words ?)
i dont like hip hop, can deal with ashanti but not j rule-wonder why, is it my love of texture, maybe i should try to listen to hip hop w/o hearing the words.
thats like hearing robert johnson singing hell hound on my tail and not realizing the immensity of the actual pain. he called it devoicing black people.
am i a tourist when it comes to bhangra, can i deal with two step cause im an anglophile ?
how do i get into hip hops words ?
(hip hop is praised as a verbal genre, another similarty to country, what happens when i ignore the words ?)
Monday, May 05, 2003
news
bhangra, that post colonial madness from india, has entered the mainstream, thnx to jay z remixes and la/ny hip hop stations
bhangra, that post colonial madness from india, has entered the mainstream, thnx to jay z remixes and la/ny hip hop stations
HOWARD DEAN'S STATEMENT IN COLUMBIA, SC
In the closing remarks of tonight's debate in Columbia, South Carolina, Howard Dean said:
We can't win this election if we worry so much about electability that the American people can't tell the difference between us and the Republicans.
The great unspoken political lie, which comes from stages like this, is elect me and I’ll solve all of your problems.
The great unspoken truth is that the future of this country rests in your hands, not mine.
You have the power to rise up and take this country back. You have the power to give this party the backbone to challenge this President, and all of the harm he has done to our country. You have the power to create jobs, balance the budget, and bring us our dream, which Harry Truman put in our platform in 1948 – health care for every American.
The reason people don’t vote in this country is that we don’t give them a reason to vote. This campaign is about giving all of you a reason to vote.
Abraham Lincoln said, "A government of the people, by the people, and for the people shall not perish from the earth." President Bush has forgotten the ordinary people of this country.
It’s time to take our party back and it’s time to take our country back.
howard dean, from his blog
In the closing remarks of tonight's debate in Columbia, South Carolina, Howard Dean said:
We can't win this election if we worry so much about electability that the American people can't tell the difference between us and the Republicans.
The great unspoken political lie, which comes from stages like this, is elect me and I’ll solve all of your problems.
The great unspoken truth is that the future of this country rests in your hands, not mine.
You have the power to rise up and take this country back. You have the power to give this party the backbone to challenge this President, and all of the harm he has done to our country. You have the power to create jobs, balance the budget, and bring us our dream, which Harry Truman put in our platform in 1948 – health care for every American.
The reason people don’t vote in this country is that we don’t give them a reason to vote. This campaign is about giving all of you a reason to vote.
Abraham Lincoln said, "A government of the people, by the people, and for the people shall not perish from the earth." President Bush has forgotten the ordinary people of this country.
It’s time to take our party back and it’s time to take our country back.
howard dean, from his blog
i spent some time pushing this through, and its not bad.
its about bryan who i havent really written about.
attach
b.n.
others leave on a trains schedule
but he stays.
with patrick
we are closed set
and from outside
the ambiguity seems hostile.
here is love,
coming with out desire.
we have tenderness,
talk that roars as fast as fire,
and things more tangible
bread, milk, oatmeal
gin, film, television
and denny's ice cream
at 3 am, we still
converse, and that conversation clings.
this is strangeness.
that comes unbidden and undeserved
ase
fd:5/5/03
its about bryan who i havent really written about.
attach
b.n.
others leave on a trains schedule
but he stays.
with patrick
we are closed set
and from outside
the ambiguity seems hostile.
here is love,
coming with out desire.
we have tenderness,
talk that roars as fast as fire,
and things more tangible
bread, milk, oatmeal
gin, film, television
and denny's ice cream
at 3 am, we still
converse, and that conversation clings.
this is strangeness.
that comes unbidden and undeserved
ase
fd:5/5/03
Saturday, May 03, 2003
on jean richie's ballads
a burnished, young sounding, ky accented, woman sings the hits of 18th century applachia, with no instrumenation what so ever.
themes:
woman leaves comfort for romance, gets neither (gypsy laddie-the third or version i have heard of this, the only one with the miserable coda)
man betrays his lover (false sir john)
man on the gallows begs everyone he knows to give him ransom (hangman-which is different then the version i learnt round the campire, and which is sung a tad too jaunty for me)
a sailor "the old salt sea", and is imprisoned for life by the turks, later is tied to giant tree and dies (lord bateman-maybe christian)
a woman falls in love with a sailor, turns out to be a demon, they all go to hell (lord thomas and fair offender)
a woman falls in love with a lord, but he is married to another, she follows, and is killed by the bride when the groom chooses her instead. (lord thomas and fair ellender-also when a women in these ballads dresses in white and/or green-they are fucked)
a ballad concerning a shipwreck (the merry golden tree)
a nonesense ballad, contains the lines "he found the bones of 1000 men" (old bangum)
a man, on his death bed, begs for his lover, and she turns out to be a cruel bitch (barbara allen, one of my favourite childe ballades, and the way this women moans the vowels is haunting)
a man loves a women so much, he takes her as a ghost (the unquiet grave, morbid and almost necrophillic)
a woman leaves when her lover marries someone else, she comes back and haunts the married couple(margaret and sir william, with dobro and guitar)
an eldery man courts a young women with gold and fur, (there lived an old lord, bling bling baby)
The Cherry Carol, which i will write about at length on nyplm tomorrow
a man tries to tell his lover that the blood on his sleeve is a mare, hound, and then found to be his brother in law (edward, also a new varration)
a man is too stupid to realize the bitch he loves has killed him. (randall, though not her legendary 20 minute version)
and the almost too long alduters tale little musgrave which i like because it is told almost all in a womens tone.
a burnished, young sounding, ky accented, woman sings the hits of 18th century applachia, with no instrumenation what so ever.
themes:
woman leaves comfort for romance, gets neither (gypsy laddie-the third or version i have heard of this, the only one with the miserable coda)
man betrays his lover (false sir john)
man on the gallows begs everyone he knows to give him ransom (hangman-which is different then the version i learnt round the campire, and which is sung a tad too jaunty for me)
a sailor "the old salt sea", and is imprisoned for life by the turks, later is tied to giant tree and dies (lord bateman-maybe christian)
a woman falls in love with a sailor, turns out to be a demon, they all go to hell (lord thomas and fair offender)
a woman falls in love with a lord, but he is married to another, she follows, and is killed by the bride when the groom chooses her instead. (lord thomas and fair ellender-also when a women in these ballads dresses in white and/or green-they are fucked)
a ballad concerning a shipwreck (the merry golden tree)
a nonesense ballad, contains the lines "he found the bones of 1000 men" (old bangum)
a man, on his death bed, begs for his lover, and she turns out to be a cruel bitch (barbara allen, one of my favourite childe ballades, and the way this women moans the vowels is haunting)
a man loves a women so much, he takes her as a ghost (the unquiet grave, morbid and almost necrophillic)
a woman leaves when her lover marries someone else, she comes back and haunts the married couple(margaret and sir william, with dobro and guitar)
an eldery man courts a young women with gold and fur, (there lived an old lord, bling bling baby)
The Cherry Carol, which i will write about at length on nyplm tomorrow
a man tries to tell his lover that the blood on his sleeve is a mare, hound, and then found to be his brother in law (edward, also a new varration)
a man is too stupid to realize the bitch he loves has killed him. (randall, though not her legendary 20 minute version)
and the almost too long alduters tale little musgrave which i like because it is told almost all in a womens tone.
some thoughts
it was one of the prettist movies i have seen in a long time.
the queer content was wise and funny.
(side thought, the sex seemed human, confusing, dangerous, tender, all of what sex really is)
the concepts of idenity as it relates to private and personal spheres intrigued me.
the acting was subtle when it needed to be subtle and ott when it needed to be ott.
the death of jean grey was sad.
nightcrawlers catholicism was one of the most honest depictions of faith in everyday life, as comfort and as balm, as i have seen-when most religous types are mocked or condemened this was really cool.
magneto as helper, magneto as harm.
what did everyone else think.
it was one of the prettist movies i have seen in a long time.
the queer content was wise and funny.
(side thought, the sex seemed human, confusing, dangerous, tender, all of what sex really is)
the concepts of idenity as it relates to private and personal spheres intrigued me.
the acting was subtle when it needed to be subtle and ott when it needed to be ott.
the death of jean grey was sad.
nightcrawlers catholicism was one of the most honest depictions of faith in everyday life, as comfort and as balm, as i have seen-when most religous types are mocked or condemened this was really cool.
magneto as helper, magneto as harm.
what did everyone else think.
Friday, May 02, 2003
so, the american drug policy is dangerous, unproductive, and really about issues of class, race and social control. It also works well as an excuse to fuck with other nations right of self determation. Canada wants to decriminalize weed-a wise manourve- this was the american response.
AAARGH
AAARGH
Thursday, May 01, 2003
The way that the Edmonton Journal has dealt with the twenty something demographic is invent a new section - "ed", short for Edmonton. The writers are young, as is the editor, a Sean Ohler.
I have written for them, as have many of the Gateway crew, and his mandate seems to be new writers and new ideas. Many times this works, but often it seems patronizing, with the slightly risque top ten lists, a new comic by Mike Winters, who has been known for dick jokes up to that point, a profile of a twenty something, a well photographed design what to buy section etc.
He has done some innovative things though, it is called a magazine, and is a broadsheet section inside the main papers similar to "the alternative weeklies", he had a graphic novel about crime in the last two issues, when I wrote a first person peice, i think i was the first man to use the word shit in that daily and he let me compare my laughter to copulating donkeys.
The Sun just intergrates seasoned hipsters into their entertainment copy, like Steve Tilley and Fish Griwkowsky, but they may not be twenty somethings anymore, and have the stench of people who stayed too long at the party.
In many ways, it feels like youth are being patronized or ghettoized, the news and hard issues that are vital are swept under the carpet or allowed to be taken up by inserts and campus paper.
I read the Journal daily, and have been since i was old enough to read. I do it now out of force of habit, not because it is telling me anything new or exciting. It bores me, most of the content designed for a demographic above me.
Maybe it cannot keep up with the cynicism, if we assume that the news refuses to tell the truth because of money, and many of us 20somethings do, what can a paper do to convince us otherwise.
As a writer, they are already cutting staff, amalgmatiing editorials under a common banner, letting idiot boomers write reviews and ignore any of the events we go to. The only youthful entertainment writers, Sandra Sperounes, is stuck reviewing Avril instead of hall shows and the equivlant at the Sun (whose name i forget), gets to review punk 7 inches, but doesnt get to see anything live.
Thats the other thing, this is all entertainment stuff, this is all breads and circuses, why arent we getting news or opinon or anything but the fluff. I feel disenfranchised.
I have written for them, as have many of the Gateway crew, and his mandate seems to be new writers and new ideas. Many times this works, but often it seems patronizing, with the slightly risque top ten lists, a new comic by Mike Winters, who has been known for dick jokes up to that point, a profile of a twenty something, a well photographed design what to buy section etc.
He has done some innovative things though, it is called a magazine, and is a broadsheet section inside the main papers similar to "the alternative weeklies", he had a graphic novel about crime in the last two issues, when I wrote a first person peice, i think i was the first man to use the word shit in that daily and he let me compare my laughter to copulating donkeys.
The Sun just intergrates seasoned hipsters into their entertainment copy, like Steve Tilley and Fish Griwkowsky, but they may not be twenty somethings anymore, and have the stench of people who stayed too long at the party.
In many ways, it feels like youth are being patronized or ghettoized, the news and hard issues that are vital are swept under the carpet or allowed to be taken up by inserts and campus paper.
I read the Journal daily, and have been since i was old enough to read. I do it now out of force of habit, not because it is telling me anything new or exciting. It bores me, most of the content designed for a demographic above me.
Maybe it cannot keep up with the cynicism, if we assume that the news refuses to tell the truth because of money, and many of us 20somethings do, what can a paper do to convince us otherwise.
As a writer, they are already cutting staff, amalgmatiing editorials under a common banner, letting idiot boomers write reviews and ignore any of the events we go to. The only youthful entertainment writers, Sandra Sperounes, is stuck reviewing Avril instead of hall shows and the equivlant at the Sun (whose name i forget), gets to review punk 7 inches, but doesnt get to see anything live.
Thats the other thing, this is all entertainment stuff, this is all breads and circuses, why arent we getting news or opinon or anything but the fluff. I feel disenfranchised.
may day- pagan holiday, a let the farmers fuck spring festival that turned into a let the workers play holiday, and i celebrated by dealing with danielle.
coming in from toronto, took her home, dropped off shit, thrifting @ good will, chinatown lunch, japanese candy at thong thith groceries, looking at supreme gifts, army and navy 50 per cent off sale, photos took.
i loved her and was afraid that that would disappear, but it didnt.
coming in from toronto, took her home, dropped off shit, thrifting @ good will, chinatown lunch, japanese candy at thong thith groceries, looking at supreme gifts, army and navy 50 per cent off sale, photos took.
i loved her and was afraid that that would disappear, but it didnt.
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