Archive for the ‘Wow, I’m glad I saw that.’ Category

Why not one more?

January 30, 2009

I thought I might as well upload the other video from that night.

Except for the neon, the Obama posters and some contemporary clothing choices, this place had a bit of a juke joint feeling.  I was all ages and all styles, no matter what the music.  The DJ is a woman in her 60s.  She’s got every line dance imaginable, plus all sorts of things popular in Cleveland and maybe nowhere else.

It was fun.  The next night we went to a place with a mechanical bull.



January 5, 2009

I went with my friend on the 1st to this place called “Skeet’s.”  When people started to show up, we were kind of sitting on some stools at the edge of the dance floor, people watching.  At one point, the man with the beard, who had been sitting at a table, slid across the floor James Brown style and started into the best dancing we would see that night. I think watching him may have helped my soul.  Yep.  Age ain’t nothin’ but a number.

Oh, and he looked a lot like my sixth grade teacher.  I think there’s a pretty good chance he might be my sixth grade teacher.  If my mom’s newspaper monitoring is correct, he’s principal somewhere now.

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.

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.

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.

want want want want want, wah wah wah

April 9, 2008

Scrivener screenshot

I want this software.  I need to update my laptop’s OS  to use it.  I heard about it in a podcast and wanted a disc copy.  The Apple store doesn’t have it.  The last guy I talked to hadn’t heard of it and tried to direct me to a clearly inferior product, one dedicated to a type of writing I don’t do at all.

Scrivener was developed by a writer who wanted the program to suit his needs.  So far, I like what I see.

I’m hoping this will help me with my stress-induced forgetting.  Last week, while in a grocery line, I forgot my PIN.  “When did you remember?” people keep asking.  I haven’t.


April 4, 2008

mckay_450.jpgFrances Smith Foster

First, let me say that this post needs to be short because of my promise to myself and you that the pictures will do more work than the words.

Nellie McKay, the woman on the right, worked here for a long time and labored to get people to believe that literature written by black women deserved consideration.  She passed away in January 2006.  I never got to meet her; but I have walked into her legacy and a palpable sense of her loss.

Frances Smith Foster came to speak yesterday (postponed after a snow-out in February) in a series honoring Nellie McKay.  I was unable  to attend the daytime roundtable, but did hear her evening talk.  The ostensible subject of the talk was an 1820s black newspaper, particularly advice columns, editorials, travel advertisements and international news.  I’ll skip the reasons why I felt connected to that work and can’t wait to read the book.  The main feeling though, seemed to be about the legacy, the work that was created, the lives touched.  Today Frances Smith Foster is meeting with Nellie McKay’s graduate students who are still on campus.  Most people give less during their invited talks.

Despite the fact that I felt (feel) exhausted, I was really glad to attend the talk and the dinner afterwards.  Both  snapped me back into a place where I can see some possible importance to my presence here.  Much of the time here, I feel overwhelmed, stressed and isolated.  As a result, I focus too much on the next step to pay attention to the big picture.

Now I’m caught up from yesterday.

another normal

March 2, 2008

One of the regular guy shoes in Spain is the gold or silver sneaker with asymmetrical laces. Folks seem to prefer the ones with super flat soles. To my American eyes, they look like track shoes. But I suppose they’re actually football-inspired.  The ones in the link seem directed toward a few different sports.  But as in the U.S., people were wearing them to do their urban hanging out.  People in cities walk around a lot. So as you can imagine, these shoes don’t look good for long.It seems to me that wearing a shoe like this implies a desire to put together a look, something that many American men avoid. If that’s the case, I approve–not so much of the shoe itself, which I don’t particularly like–but of the effort.

This post would make a lot more sense if I had a picture of their jeans. The men there wear much better jeans.  But one can’t go around taking pictures of jeans with an eye toward expressing a superficial opinion in a public forum at a later date.