Wednesday, March 31, 2010

March Bookends

As with music, this month has been rather slow. To be honest, I'll blame it on picking up a copy of Civilization 4 and spending entirely too much time playing it. There's only so many hours in a day, and I took a little break from things after my daughter wrapped up her soccer season and Kiwanis performances earlier in the month.

Anyways, only two books this month, and nothing new to add. I should really be finished I Slept With Joey Ramone by now, and I hope to have it done in the next week. It's borne the brunt of my Civilization diversion. It's been a fascinating read and I'm really happy with it. The other book I started reading this month was something I picked up back in 2006 believe it or not, and have only managed to get around to now. It's The Chomsky-Foucault Debate On Human Nature, a collection of interviews between the two men. Apparently, they only ever sat down to talk to each other face-to-face once, in 1971 (that's the part I've just finished reading), and the reminder of the book is a couple of interviews each gave in the years that followed addressing some of the issues they spoke about. It's really interesting to see how the germs of their different positions were laid out at the time. I promise to say more when I'm done.

Books Read
None

Currently Reading
Mickey Leigh (with Legs McNeil), I Slept With Joey Ramone: A Family Memoir (2009)
Noam Chomsky and Michel Foucault, The Chomsky-Foucault Debate on Human Nature (2006)

Books Acquired
None

Monday, March 29, 2010

Are high schools still sites of conflict?

(cross-posted with Exploding Beakers)

A few friends of mine recently made a passing reference to the period of time starting in the post-grunge years (1994) to some unidentifiable terminal year that has only recently passed, as being a kind of “neo-Sixties.” Their evidence, and none of them made any kind of claim to academic accuracy, was the resurgence of pot use, focused demonstrations against global capitalism (notably the Battle In Seattle and anti-G8 protests), and other protests against the “unjust wars” in Afghanistan and Iraq post-9/11. While this might be superficially true, I’ve always thought that the general rebelliousness and questioning of institutions during the 1960s was much more far-reaching than we tend to remember it today. One of my favourite classes of stories was the surprisingly common one I call “The Day the Hippies Came and Took over My High School.” The number of incidences of “hippies,” whether they be actual bearded longhairs, or members of the SDS, SNCC, Weathermen, sympathetic Black Panther group, or other civil rights/anti-war group, storming the local high school to institute “teach-ins” is pretty high across the eastern US. The same cannot be said for the period 1994-present. Part of this might be the difference that the Internet has played in distributing information, but I wonder how much might also be the case that the K-12 system, and high school in particular, is no longer seen as the part of the general “system of coercion” that it appeared to radicals in the 1960s. Or maybe that idea is now just taken for granted, but attacking it is assumed to be futile. I’m not sure, but this extended 1971 quote from Michel Foucault seems to outline the thinking at the time pretty good:

“…in a general way, all teaching systems, which appear simply to disseminate knowledge, are made to maintain a certain social class in power; and to exclude the instruments of power of another social class. Institutions of knowledge, of foresight and care, such as medicine, also help support the political power. It’s also obvious, even to the point of scandal, in certain cases related to psychiatry.

It seems to me that the real political task in a society in such as ours is to criticize the workings of institutions, which appear to be both neutral and independent; to criticize and attach them in such a manner that the political violence which has always exercised itself obscurely through them will be unmasked, so that one can fight against them.

This critique and this fight seem essential to me for different reasons: first, because political power goes much deeper than one suspects; there are centers and invisible, little-known points of supports; its true resistance, its true solidity is perhaps where one doesn’t expect it. Probably it’s insufficient to say that behind the governments, behind the apparatus of the state, there is the dominant class; one must locate the point of activity, the places and forms in which its domination is exercised. And because this domination is not simply the expression in political terms of economic exploitation, it is its instrument and, to a large extent, the condition which makes it possible, the suppression of the one is achieved through the exhaustive discernment of the other. Well, if one fails to recognize these points of support of class power, one risks allowing them to continue to exist; and to see this class power reconstitute itself even after an apparent revolutionary process.”

- from The Chomsky-Foucault Debate on Human Nature

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Strange Desires

After a few days of laying about the house, trying to feel better and deliberately not shaving, I went back to work today. All I really wanted to do today though was grow a thick woolly beard and spend the day writing, drinking, and smoking cigarettes - an odd desire since I don't smoke and haven't grown facial hair in almost a decade.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

A Little Pampering Goes A Long Way




My daughter and I have been sick most of this week. Today we hit our limit of soup and soup-like meals so my wife decided to surprise us with home-cooking. First, since it was a surprisingly foggy day, accompanied by sudden ice crystals falling from the sky, she made us some roasted vegetables: carrots, potatoes, squash, zucchini, and chickpeas.


This was accompanied by grilled chicken with honey-glazed sauteed apples.


Delicious!

Music Update

In a way, it's been a quiet month for music, something of an ironic statement considering half the music world is gearing up for SXSW, but only in that I haven't really picked up too much music. A few new releases, such as the latest from Titus Andronicus, The Monitor, a phenomenal concept album that makes me fall in love with rock 'n' roll all over again.


Mostly I've been spending time with some old releases, notably last year's pop darlings, The Pains of Being Pure At Heart.


I'm really enjoying the rawness of the latest Gil Scott-Heron, but also spent a couple of mornings on youtube trying to find some other recordings, like H2O Gate Blues:


On the otherhand, Les Savy Fav's debut album 3/5 was a completely different kind of rawness, especially when compared to the more angular work of their more recent albums. Check out this medley of "Who Rocks The Party" from their second album, The Cat and the Cobra, and "New Teen Anthem" from 3/5.


Eluvium, in contrast, charts a far more introspective piano sound, on his latest, Similes:


Finally, Ben Harper's live concert album from the Montreal Jazz Festival was good, but kinda got lost in the shuffle.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Feel Good Movies: Pi v. The Wrestler

Last night I watched Darren Aronosfsky’s 2008 movie, The Wrestler, and afterwards I made a facetious Facebook comment about how uplifting his films are, sparking something of a debate as to which of his four films was the least depressing: The Wrestler, The Fountain, Requiem for a Dream, or Pi. There seemed to be some agreement around the idea that Pi was the most uplifting, if any. Both Pi and The Wrestler offer a bleak look at the nature of individual identity and fulfillment. In both films we see the main characters alone and enslaved to their passions. Clearly each has suffered as a result of their gifts, but Aronofsky seems to offer only two ways out from under the thumb of such passions: self-mutilation or self-destruction. Being true to oneself brings suffering, but then so does breaking free.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Welcome Spring!

Almost all the snow has melted from the city parks and fields, giving my hometown the illusion of springtime. A chinook earlier this week had everyone out in shorts and on patio decks as the temperature hit twenty degrees celsius. Children frolicked. Old people smiled. Lovers embraced. For a hours in the middle of the week it was as if I caught a glimpse of a happy future: Spring.

Aspects of my professional work are seasonal and March always signals the beginning of the home stretch and I can feel the stress start to melt away.



*For the record, I remember watching this video on a grainy pirate VHS tape in the backroom of some nightclub with dozens of other eager music fans. This was the closest we could get to the real thing. I made a lot of friends that night squished into that tiny room trying to make out the blurry on-screen images. Now YouTube makes it all available at the press of a button, but without the possibility of future friendships.