Thursday, November 17, 2016

Kick it up a notch

https://www.facebook.com/notes/penzeys-spices/cooking-trumps-racism/10154774813952834



Racism Update: At Penzeys we believe it's not the use of tools that set us on a different path from the rest of the animal world; what has set humanity in motion is cooking. In our nearly a million years gathered together around the fire, cooking shaped our bodies and transformed our minds. Cooking unlocked our potential and gave birth to reason, to religion, and to politics and government. The kindness of tens of thousands of generations of cooks created our humanity, but racism, sexism, and homophobia can all very quickly unravel all the goodness cooking puts out into the world. As the voice of cooks, we will never sit idly by while that happens.
You may have read Tuesday’s Night’s email. In it I said: "The open embrace of racism by the Republican Party in this election is now unleashing a wave of ugliness unseen in this country for decades. The American people are taking notice. Let's commit to giving the people a better choice. Our kindness really is our strength."
Since I ask you to read my emails, I feel it's only right that I read each of your replies. In sifting through those replies it was clear that, though not intended, a good number of people seemed to sincerely believe in my statement I was calling all Republicans racists. In the emails of those Republicans who voted for someone other than the party's nominee, I sensed genuine pain at having the strength of character to not go along with what was happening, but nonetheless be grouped in with those who were. I apologize for writing something that caused you pain; that is not the person I want to be. You are your party's future, and you deserve my admiration and respect, and your country's as well.
For the rest of you, you just voted for an openly racist candidate for the presidency of the United States of America. In your defense, most of you did so without thinking of the consequences of your candidate's racism because, for most of you the heartbreaking destruction racism causes has never been anything you or your loved ones have had to experience. But the thing is elections have their consequences. This is no longer sixty years ago. Whether any of us like it or not, for the next four years the 80% of this country who did not just vote for an openly racist candidate are going to treat you like you are the kind of person who would vote for an openly racist candidate.
You can get angry at everyone else for treating you like you just did the thing you just did, or you can take responsibility for your actions and begin to make amends. If you are lucky and younger family members are still coming over for Thanksgiving, before it's too late, take a moment and honestly think about how your actions must look through their eyes. Simply saying "I never thought he'd win" might be enough. But if you have the means, leaving a receipt from a sizable donation to the ACLU or the SPLC accidentally laying around where you carve the turkey, might go over even better.
Or, just do what you do best and volunteer. Through our customers' support, we've given away a lot of our Penzeys Pepper, the Pepper with heart. More often than not, those we meet cooking and serving food to feed those in need are Republicans. You really are a good bunch, but you just committed the biggest act of racism in American history since Wallace stood in the schoolhouse doorway 53 years ago. Make this right. Take ownership for what you have done and begin the pathway forward.

Things ain't what they used to be....

lookin atchuuuu

"Re: modern art being largely a project to shock folks. The pretty is never shocking to nice folks. The beautiful can be...Perhaps it's because the pretty does not depend upon the truth much, while the beautiful does. Or maybe it's just that the pretty aims to please , and the beautiful has no need to." -Howard Meister
(me, at age 21, at the Museum of Modern Art, doing what Duchamps told me to do)

Roswell Rudd, Steve Lacy, Misha Mengelberg, Kent Carter & Han Bennink - ...

WIZARD of Roz, last year's celebration of Rudd's 80th birthday



Rudd was born in Sharon, Connecticut. He attended the Hotchkiss School and graduated from Yale University, where he played with Eli's Chosen Six, a dixieland band of students that Rudd joined in the mid-'50s. The sextet played the boisterous trad jazz style of the day and recorded two albums, including one for Columbia Records. His collaborations with Cecil TaylorArchie SheppJohn Tchicai, and Steve Lacy grew out of the lessons learned while playing rags and stomps for drunken college kids in Connecticut (wiki).

Jeff Buckley- Lover, You Should've Come Over

Jeff Buckley - "Last Goodbye". Buckley was born on this date, 1966.






Roswell Rudd!!! 81 today

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Drain the Facebook Swamp

Here's an enjoyable way to spend an hour or so: pull up your Facebook friends list and classify all professional contacts and other peripheral contacts to acquaintance. Delete mercilessly all people who post stupid shit, have not interacted with you in months or are otherwise a pain in the ass.

I'm down nearly 400 already and will continue until the last dolt and dipshit is gone. And here is a very nice Echinocereus bonkerae 'apachensis' to look at.


this is the bus we are on-- yes this is the bus we are on--



now's the time


if wishes were horses

Hindemith, born on this date, 1895

"Hindemith's relationship to the Nazis is a complicated one. Some condemned his music as "degenerate" (largely based on his early, sexually charged operas such as Sancta Susanna), and in December 1934, during a speech at the Berlin Sports Palace, Germany’s Minister of Propaganda Joseph Goebbels publicly denounced Hindemith as an "atonal noisemaker."[6]
Other officials working in Nazi Germany, though, thought that he might provide Germany with an example of a modern German composer, as by this time he was writing music based in tonality, with frequent references to folk music; the conductor Wilhelm Furtwängler's defense of Hindemith, published in 1934, takes precisely this line.[7]
The controversy around his work continued throughout the thirties, with the composer falling in and out of favor with the Nazi hierarchy; he finally emigrated to Switzerland in 1938 (in part because his wife was of partially Jewish ancestry)." (Wiki)

Big Butter & Egg Man From the West, Recorded on this date, 1926

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Getting geared up for field season again

Departing for the wilds of Bahía Magdalena, Isla Magdalena and probably Isla Santa Margarita in a few weeks for field work season number 4. The study site for the PhD research is mainly the two islands, a total surface area of about 300 km^2.

The island and bay system to the northwest here is Isla Magdalena, including the large crescent bay, Bahía Santa Maria and the approximately 20 km^2 rocky northwestern cape, Cabo San Lazaro. The island to the southeast is Isla Santa Margarita.

Isla Magdalena is accessible only by boat from Puerto San Carlos, a fishing town sheltered on the peninsula.


My friend Marco, who runs Magdalena Bay Whales, provides most of the boat transportation, except to the south of Isla Santa Margarita. For that study site, I get a ride from one of the fishermen in the tiny village of Puerto Alcatraz. Still waiting on the Mexican Navy for permission to continue my research on the island.
Fishing pangas at Puerto Alcatraz on Isla Santa Margarita
The palapa painstakingly built by Marco on Isla Magdalena for  the comfortable whale watching camp he has built 



The fearsome species I am studying that occurs almost entirely only on these islands: Cochemiea halei. 


These research trips always involve massive prep, a checklist with more than 120 items, carefully planned and targeted field work goals doable by one field botanist in a relatively short period of time and a huge serving of uncertainty. But it's always worth it.

Two Poems by Liz Waldner

Wishness 

There is this wish, that wish, and the other wish. 

There is the wish not 
to feel this way. 

There is the wish in the heart 
of the geranium leaf 
such that where the leaf is lighter, 
its shadow is darker. 

There is the wish on the part 
of my hair that fell in an arc 
to have fallen in a circle 
that it might be connected still. 

There is the wish to be born. 

There is the wish to be known, 
and there is the wish to be known. 

******

Of Unknowing, The Cloud 

In the morning would the white 
cat nose the tall grass 
along the driveway. 

Careful not to touch, knowing 
at a distance. Smell the synapse 
as is the green thing springing 
forth from the earth 
also good to smell. 

In the morning would the white 
cat carefully 
go its nose naming along 
in the morning. It would, yes, 
it did go. And in the morning watching 
she thought this: it is important to remember 
there is really no certain way 
to be. What she wanted 
to think is: I'm allowed. 



Liz Waldner, _Saving the Appearances_, 2004
Liz Waldner at Poets dot Org
Liz Waldner at Poetry Foundation

Cantankerous James Agee

"A good artist is a deadly enemy of society; and the most dangerous thing that can happen to an enemy, no matter how cynical, is to become a beneficiary."-- James Agee

WOO HA...got you all in check....

Ol' Dirty Bastard, born on this date, 1968

Thelonious Monk's last studio recordings



Recorded on this date, 1971. Many of these tracks feature Art Blakey and Al McKibbon.

Susie Ibarra, 46 today

Monday, November 14, 2016

strange doings



Isla Magdalena, on the Pacific side, spring 2015


Back to the blog. For some unknown reason, Big Brother Facebook extended my block for another day-- well, I can log in, but I'm not allowed to participate in any way. What a fucking stupid thing. Haha. This little experience has me committed to pulling away from FB even more than I had already begun to do.

Kim Clarke, 62 today.

George Cables, 72 today.

Buckwheat Zydeco, born on this date, 1947. RIP

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Recorded on this date, 1959

Idris Muhammad, born on this date, 1939

Hampton Hawes, born on this date, 1928.

Bennie Moten, born on this date, 1894.

Bad Analogies

A Facebook friend of mine posted yesterday that she hoped Donald Trump would denounce the Ku Klux Klan rally celebrating his victory in North Carolina. http://www.sfgate.com/politics/article/Ku-Klux-Klan-Trump-victory-parade-North-Carolina-10608851.php

A friend of that Facebook friend posted "Well, will Obama condemn the anti-Trump protests taking place all over America?"

I replied: what a terrible analogy! do you know nothing at all about the truly ghastly history of the Ku Klux Klan in this country (name redacted)? It's okay to be conservative, but don't have shit for brains.

Apparently, that violates Facebook's community standards, as I was blocked from posting for 24 hours as a result. 

Wild. 

Well, all the music posts will be on here today I guess. 

Happy November 13th.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Olé! Tarantula Robyn Hitchcock, Emma Swift and Howe Gelb





I just missed shooting Hitchcock's incredible cover of Visions of Johanna, but got this encore.

Friday, October 07, 2016

IGNOBLE

The 2016 IgNoble prizes were announced September 23rd. Here's the complete list.

One of my favorites:

Marketing genius:

The brand personality of rocks

A critical evaluation of a brand personality scale

These make me feel better about my ongoing struggle to write a research prospectus for my PhD program.




Larry Young - Unity (Complete Album)





Born on this date, 1940. Nothing quite like the sound of this band.

Wednesday, October 05, 2016

Frijolero Molotov Video Oficial Sin Censura

Is this thing on?

Have you thought about owning or at least controlling the fate of your web content lately? Especially anything into which you put labor as a writer.

I was reminded last night that I pour a lot of content and the labor behind that content into Facebook, which is an ephemeral medium-- and our accounts there are subject to the whims of FB staff. A friend of mine had her account of 9 years completely and permanently deleted due to a false accusation. Someone opened a FB account with her name, she complained-- and the name-stealer claimed *she* was the one who was the impostor and that was that-- poof, entire account deleted permanently.

This is chilling for me-- I operate in the FB environment as if it's *my* timeline, *my* content, etc. FB is good at creating that illusion.

Of course, similar issues exist with *any* web presence-- but here, at least, you can export an .xml file of all your posts to your computer. All of that time journaling and posting can at least be salvaged here. FB took over for a few years as a kind of microblog and online journal, but it's too precarious to be treated as anything other than ephemera.

Posting here and linking to FB, periodically locally archiving posts whenever there's anything you'd rather keep-- definitely a more reliable bet.




Sunday, June 16, 2013

Common Core: 16 Billion Promises




This is the first in a series of posts dedicated to exploring the Common Core Standards in both English and Mathematics, from multiple perspectives: historical, pedagogical, financial, philosophical and political.

Let's start with a very broad cost/benefit analysis of sorts.



Not very widely reported: the estimated costs of full implementation of these new standards. From National Cost of Aligning States and Localities to the Common Core Standards, a February 2012 white paper from the non-profit Pioneer Institute:

"Over a typical standards time horizon of seven (7) years, we project Common Core implementation costs will total approximately $15.8 billion across participating states. This constitutes a "mid-range" estimate that only addresses the basic expenditures required for implementation of the new standards. It does not include the cost of additional expensive or controversial reforms that are sometimes recommended to help students meet high standards, such as performance-based compensation or reduced class sizes."

About $16 billion in costs as a "mid-range" estimate, directed toward testing, professional development and training, textbooks and instructional materials, tech infrastructure and support, etc. Also from the white paper:

"Implementation of the Common Core standards is likely to represent substantial additional expense for most states. While a handful of states have begun to analyze these costs, most states have signed on to the initiative without a thorough, public vetting of the costs and benefits. In particular, there has been very little attention to the potential technology infrastructure costs that currently cash-strapped districts may face in order to implement the Common Core assessments within a reasonable testing window."

Upcoming posts will outline the history of the standards-based reform movement and its reliance on high stakes testing, the people and politicians behind the Common Core movement, the relationship between existing state standards and the Common Core as well as existing instructional materials (including several specific examples of a "cross-walk" between standards and materials) and an exploration of the contextual position of standards-based reform in general and the Common Core in particular in the history of public school reform in the United States.

For now though, here's a brief introduction from the Common Core website to the goals and purposes of the Common Core standards:

"Building on the excellent foundation of standards states have laid, the Common Core State Standards are the first step in providing our young people with a high-quality education. It should be clear to every student, parent, and teacher what the standards of success are in every school.
Teachers, parents and community leaders have all weighed in to help create the Common Core State Standards. The standards clearly communicate what is expected of students at each grade level. This will allow our teachers to be better equipped to know exactly what they need to help students learn and establish individualized benchmarks for them. The Common Core State Standards focus on core conceptual understandings and procedures starting in the early grades, thus enabling teachers to take the time needed to teach core concepts and procedures well—and to give students the opportunity to master them.
With students, parents and teachers all on the same page and working together for shared goals, we can ensure that students make progress each year and graduate from school prepared to succeed in college and in a modern workforce."


Leaving aside any and all pedagogical or philosophical questions for now (for example, should it be clear to every student, parent and teacher what the standards of success are in every school?), let's take a closer look at some of the typical boilerplate language of this brief intro.

The dependent clause that blandly launches paragraph one of this $16 billion experiment simultaneously flatters the standards-based reform wonks who have bravely labored in the state trenches since the 1980s while lowering expectations for everyone. The state standards are an "excellent foundation." The Common Core State Standards, however, are only "the first step in providing young people with a high-quality education." The excellence of the existing state standards were not a first step. Or perhaps they were a first step in providing an education of medium quality? The Common Core State Standards will significantly improve public education for all students, but listen folks: they are only a "first step." $16 billion for a first step. One that builds on an already excellent foundation. 

Note also the very early emphasis on "better equipping teachers." "This will allow our teachers to be better equipped to know exactly what they need to help students learn and establish individualized benchmarks for them." I challenge anyone with even half a command of the English language to explicate as thoroughly as possible precisely what this sentence is saying. Implicitly, it is definitely saying that teachers have not been as well equipped as possible "to know exactly what they need." The historical trend of shooting the fish in the barrel, namely, the classroom teacher, continues. 

Note in particular the wondrous jargon, heart-warming perhaps to most parents: "establish individualized benchmarks for them." Teachers help students learn. For this, they need equipment. And each student is, clearly, an unique individual. So let's not just refer to "benchmarks," which is a term worthy of at least one entire blog post for itself (stay tuned), but let's courageously hurl the promising word "individualized" into the mix. Give them their money's worth. We will leave for another time the nagging question of how a single set of standards in 45 states coupled with an unproven metric that is the same for all students has anything to do with "individualizing" anything.

The great promise of the Common Core lies in this kind of language: "The Common Core State Standards focus on core conceptual understandings and procedures starting in the early grades, thus enabling teachers to take the time needed to teach core concepts and procedures well—and to give students the opportunity to master them."

Some wonderful education wonk jargon in there, very familiar indeed to anyone who has been exposed even a little bit to the reform initiatives of the past 30 years or so. "Core conceptual understandings," (sic). Perhaps the narrative report cards of the future will say things like "Jane has met her individualized benchmarks by displaying core conceptual understandings. Also, her procedures are impeccable." Teachers are "enabled to teach core concepts and procedures well," always a plus. Finally, capping off the eduspeak boilerplate with a nice little lagniappe, the impressive word: "master." The Common Core will create better equipped teachers who are enabled to make their students masters of conceptual understandings (sic) and procedures. That sounds like it's worth $16 billion, easy.

But that's not all! The clincher: "With students, parents and teachers all on the same page and working together for shared goals, we can ensure that students make progress each year and graduate from school prepared to succeed in college and in a modern workforce."

All of those precious individuals, with their individualized benchmarks, on the same page and working together for shared goals, at long last. After centuries of horrifying inconsistency from state to state (in spite of decades of development of instructional materials across the country with the untiring support of The National Council of Teachers of Mathematics, similar organizations in other curricular areas, etc.), after years and years of everyone clamoring to share different goals, mucking up all of the potential clarity. After all those years of never knowing if students made any progress from year to year, never having any way at all to measure student progress other than, perhaps, voodoo or astrology. After decades of students bombing right out of college every three weeks and being utterly unemployable in that unendingly inscrutable "modern workforce." At long last, the Common Core is here, to remedy once and for all these pernicious and heretofore completely ignored deficiencies. 

That, says a nation unwilling to leave even a single individualized and benchmarked child behind, is worth at least $16 billion.










Cecil Taylor - The Tree of Life (solo piano, Berlin 1991)

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The Non and the Ex

“The difference between a non-suicide and an ex-suicide leaving the house for work, at eight o'clock on an ordinary morning:

The non-suicide is a little traveling suck of care, sucking care with him from the past and being sucked toward care in the future. His breath is high in his chest.

The ex-suicide opens his front door, sits down on the steps, and laughs. Since he has the option of being dead, he has nothing to lose by being alive. It is good to be alive. He goes to work because he doesn't have to.” 
― Walker PercyLost in the Cosmos: The Last Self-Help Book

Monday, October 15, 2012

After a Death

After a Death

 
by Tomas Tranströmer
translated by Robert Bly

Once there was a shock
that left behind a long, shimmering comet tail.
It keeps us inside. It makes the TV pictures snowy.
It settles in cold drops on the telephone wires.

One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun
through brush where a few leaves hang on.
They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories.
Names swallowed by the cold.

It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat
but often the shadow seems more real than the body.
The samurai looks insignificant
beside his armor of black dragon scales.

Wednesday, October 03, 2012

Charlie Haden, Egberto Gismonti: Silence

Dry Salvages

People change, and smile: but the agony abides.
Time the destroyer is time the preserver,
Like the river with its cargo of dead negroes, cows and chicken coops,
The bitter apple, and the bite in the apple.
And the ragged rock in the restless waters,
Waves wash over it, fogs conceal it;
On a halcyon day it is merely a monument,
In navigable weather it is always a seamark
To lay a course by: but in the sombre season
Or the sudden fury, is what it always was.


Monday, September 17, 2012

light and cloudshadows

‎"So you must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloudshadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall. Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any miseries, or any depressions? For after all, you do not know what work these conditions are doing inside you.” 
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

The full text of the letter from which this quotation comes.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Peggy Seeger - First time ever I saw your face

Azure


Azure

1.

What I want to reach for in the wild
landscape is your body.
The folds of your shirt curved around
your lifted arm, the wings
of your back. Your face turned toward the hillside
horizon troubles me because certainty
is unfamiliar, we are so new.

(I spent ten years
waiting for feeling.
I wanted to leap train to train,
spring up a mountain clawed and crested,
lie in a tent with stones
blading into my hips
all night.)

The bones of my body are welcome in this desert.
(I hate the desert, I said. I hate the cacti. I want to go home.)

You take my blood between your fingertips and roll the cells
like fine thread on a loom. Everything is blooming and it is spring.


2.

Before we ever touched, you returned to me a story
that I had mislaid.
The vast blue of desert sky over my girl-eyes,
back flat on the ground,
runner’s breath into the azure
that pressed me down.

Vast I said. And blue. How do you
know, when you are nine,
that you are touching sacred space?
How do you know, when you are
thirty-nine, or fifty?

: When the lover disappears and the beloved disappears.
When there is nothing but sky.

3.

(The desert scared hell out of me and I was foreign in it,
unfound. Detroit, I chanted. ConcreteClouds.

I threw out two ice scrapers, a steel snow shovel,
and all of my super-wool up-north socks.
No one listening.
Leather jacket! Bar shows,
gyrations, gasoline.

)

Your face turned toward the hillside horizon is an act of love. Poetry,
I said quietly.
Thirty feet east could be the one.


4.

The desert sings to you and you follow the rituals in the song.

My dark bird self-flung into the canyon,
landing nowhere. Symbols drained, incantations lost
their comfort. Taken down. Your face turned to the hillside.
Horizon your face. We walked together in the desert

and I felt the sky again.
Turned.
(Aging invisible as torn paper,
silence a cotton choke, unseen accretion
crudely swallowed.)

Turned and saw. To the hillside, the plants—

And stones, the first one picked up and carried talismanic,
glinting chips of mica through the knuckles of my fist.

Spines and nodules, tangles, 
mats of bristling defense

in starlike heat exposed. My face raw and recognized.

Beyond ground, we reach the wild landscape.
I open my throat to the hum we make.

Six miles apart, you hold my blood between your fingers.
Welcome, body, home. 

-Amanda Michno

Thursday, August 23, 2012