Archive for April, 2008

I wish someone else I know would see this.

April 28, 2008

I was kind of spent on Saturday and decided to go out to a movie. Since I’ve lived in Madison, I’ve sometimes found myself choosing the theater and then the movie instead of the other way around. Anyway, I saw this movie. The trailer doesn’t really convey everything. It’s one of the oddest films I’ve ever seen. Yet, there’s no one to talk to about it.

Now I owe posts for yesterday and today.

Hip Hop as a Movement Week

April 28, 2008


This is the keynote panel for the conference. You can see Jeff Chang, Wendy Day, Davey D and Chuck D. Marc Bamuthi Joseph is on the end of the table, but not in my mediocre photograph. Check out his site.

Prior to this panel, I got to moderate one on gender and sexuality in hip hop and hip hop studies with Dawn-Elissa Fischer, Bakari Kitwana, Mark Anthony Neal, and , Gaye Theresa Johnson. I got to do that because of a scheduling mix-up. Just call me MC Second Choice.

The crazy thing is that this post represents a small percentage of the talented people I got to check out. The week was fun, and left me feeling good, but with a letdown at the end. Now I’m back to my humdrum existence.

Oh, the wormanity!

April 28, 2008


I’m way behind on my daily commitment. In part it’s because I left the photo cable in my office. So there’s the excuse.

I took this picture on Friday morning when everything was wet. There were worms everywhere. I spent the walk to my office trying hard not to kill anything. But it was hard for me to tell the worms from the tree bits that had blown down during the windy day and night.

Then the day got better.

Lifting a Little

April 24, 2008

I saw PopMaster Fabel today.  I also saw some other folks who deserve mention.  But I generally limit the pictures or clips to one per post.

I’m glad I’m here during this week.  People seem to be a little better around an art form they love.

When I got home, I must have startled something.  As I was getting out of my car, the creature loped across the street.  The first time that happened to me here, it was a rabbit.  This thing was big and long, but not something I was sure about.  I could see its silhouette.  Are there weasels around here?  I guess it may have been a badger.

my week

April 23, 2008

This is just in case you wanted to check it out.

night time stuff

April 21, 2008

nightmare

I’m having nightmares. That alone is not unusual. I have periodic bouts of insomnia and occasional clusters of bad dreams. The strange thing about these is that they are more violent than most of my dreams and they all have the same name in them. The roles people play are different. Yet I wake up with a name, wondering how my psyche could produce something so awful.

In case you’re wondering, I did not take that picture.  I got it from this site.  It’s a site about parenting.  If you’re averse, avoid it.

big couch story

April 21, 2008


I wanted to buy a couch–not this one, but one with similarly warm, dark colors and soft fabric. The salespeople Macy’s told me they will not deliver to me for less than $500. They told me that other people who live in this place also beg for delivery. They told me that they have moved their warehouses in a way that makes obtaining furniture even more difficult for Madison folks.  The told me to go to Racine.

Saturday’s disturbing discovery

April 21, 2008


1. I like hotels.

2. I don’t like that my 23rd floor window opens. I don’t like discovering that as I’m sitting on the windowsill. No matter what the emergency, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t bring myself to go out that way.

I thnk I hate reality TV.

April 21, 2008


The picture is of this high speed chase broadcast live a few days ago.

This is the point where my greatest contradictions come to the forefront. I hate reality TV (American Idol, Top Chef) but I love spectacle (Lucha Libre, streakers, all of Las Vegas). The high speed chase falls somewhere in between. There’s something about it that fascinates me. I often wonder, but somehow understand how drivers gain so much faith in the freeway system. When you’re on a freeway and find yourself on top of a big cloverleaf looking down at spiraling traffic, or coming upon the ocean, or heading into Mexico, it’s not hard to believe that the freeway can take you anywhere. But if you’ve seen TV at all, you have to know there are helicopters. If you steal a car with OnStar, you have to know they will find you.

I couldn’t look away. at least not while the driving was happening. Neither could the exiled Angelenos with me. We delayed our meal to see the end, commenting on how women drive better than men and wondering aloud (betting) who this particular woman was.

Those chases are familiar and balletic and exciting and worrying at the same time. As long as no one gets hit, they manage to seem undangerous (I know that’s not a word.) until you hit the 10-second delay portion of the broadcast. Then everyone starts looking for something else to do.

catching up–Thursday’s really weird mood

April 21, 2008


This is Harold Washington‘s chair. It’s on display at Roosevelt University, his alma mater. I once applied for a job there. They didn’t hire me; but they did ask me to repeat some of my classroom activities so that they could write them down and use them later. I had the perverse impulse to go in and ask people why they didn’t want me. I don’t remember the names of folks who interviewed me–only one reason why the impulse was absurd.

Harold Washington reentered my consciousness after I heard a show about his candidacy on This American Life last fall. I was the only person browsing the photography exhibit at the time. There were two men there setting up a catering spread for a reception. My iPod’s random was playing mean tricks on me. But I guess that’s what happens when I have multiple versions of “Louisiana 1927” and “Strange Fruit” for the machine to choose.