01 julio 2009

on visas

though he is the only (current or former) head of state of which i have ever been within throwing distance (and if you've ever seen me play softball, that's saying something), I am no Evo apologist. I do not think he is the anointed messiah. i do not see him as the direct spawn of the Pachamama or a reincarnation of Túpac Amaru. I do not think he and Barak Obama share as much in common and some would like.

That said, I also do not think he is one of Chavez's cronies. I generally like the guy. I think he is well-liked and well-equipped to navigate hard times for political leaders. I think he, though controversially, has the nation's best interests in mind, and though those interests are generally skewed in favor of the rural, indigenous, and poor (oh my, what a horrible thing!), he believes (and i do not necessarily disagree) that this is best for his nation as a whole.

But I've got a small bone to pick with him.

So, I've been trying to get a visa for Bolivia. And this is another story entirely, but phone numbers are disconnected, offices are empty (as in, even all the electrical fixtures have been ripped out), and emails go unreturned. Alas, I'm banking on an airport visa--but that's not the point of the story. The point of the story is, I may or may not need certain things to be allowed into the country.

You see, back in January 2007 (2 years after Evo's election), Bolivia started requiring U.S. citizens to have a visa to enter the country. This was done with much rhetoric about "reciprocity" and "Peoples' Diplomacy."

Ok, I'm with you there. The subtext I'm picking up on (and perhaps i'm reading too much into this, or am totally wrong about what i'm reading into it) is "well, yankees, you require all sorts of bullshit from us to visit your country, so if you want to come to ours, expect a hassle as well." And I'm fine with that. Despite the fact that I do rather enjoy the privileges i've been granted by virtue of being born an anglo-american woman with upwardly-mobile, college-educated parents in the United States, I know that the vast majority of the rest of the world is worse off, and my objective is not to rub it in their faces or take advantage of that. what's fair is fair. give me a hassle. i can take it.

My problem is, for a president who is so staunchly anti-neoliberal, his idea of "reciprocity" here supports some underlying principles of neoliberalism*. According to the information I have, in order to enter the country (though i have a feeling none of this will matter when i actually get there), I am required to

1. sign a sworn statement that basically just says who i am, and where i'm going

2. have a passport
ok, so i could deconstruct the class, economic, and time constraints here, but since this is now standard, i certainly do not place the blame on evo for this one, and will bypass complaining on this point.

3. a copy of a hotel reservation or invitation letter from a friend.
so, again, having an address at which you're staying is pretty standard, but i think it deserves a little scrutiny. it requires either social capital or economic capital. and not just any sort of social capital, but the kind in which your "friend" must a) have an address-which may seem picky, but i've been to plenty of places where the streets have no names, b) be literate, and c) have the capability to send you a "letter" either via the internet of by buying a stamp, envelope, paper, and some writing implement to send you this letter.
--now my point here is not to exoticize bolivians to a point at which i imply that none of them have the money to buy an envelope or stamps. but i think its worth keeping in mind that small things we all take for granted, in some contexts, are much bigger deals.

4. round trip ticket or travel itinerary
ok, fair enough. you don't want blanc@s to stay forever, and want proof we'll actually leave

5. bank statement showing "economic solvency"
i'm not sure what sort of balance proves "economic solvency," but i feel like this one needs no explanation.

6. yellow fever vaccination certificate
and here's my personal aversion. i took care of this yesterday, and it cost me a mere $474. There are costs for the "travel nurse consultation" "vaccine administration fee" (helpfully discounted if you receive more than one vaccine in one day), the cost of the actual vaccine, and "documentation fees." now granted, i did get a typhoid vaccine thrown in (for a mere $104 + the discounted $10 administration fee). but my god, that's 1/3 of my budget for the trip. well, 1/4 now that i had to add it on. that's more than i will spend on housing and food combined in bolivia for a month. that's more than i've spent on housing and food combined here in the US for the last month (though admittedly, i am living rent-free at the moment). but to me, and a LOT of people, that's a LOT of money.

7. visa fee of $135
again, fairly self-explanatory. i'll pay it because i have to, and i totally understand the rationale, but i'm not going to do it without questioning the underlying ideology that national borders are real things, and nation-states can impose silly rules and fees for those wanting to traverse imaginary lines....and if i were more in the mood to write today i'd tell a little story about the 4 corners 4 square team, but another day...

so when you add it all up, its

75.00 passport application fee
25.00 passport execution fee
1.36 postage for letter from bolivia (significantly less than $ required for email)
474.00 vaccines, etc.
135.00 visa fee
---------
710.36

just to get in the country. not including the cost of the roundtrip ticket or hotel reservation. and what it all adds up to is, to get in, you've got to have some serious cash, or serious cultural capital.

is that what you had in mind evo?



on an entirely different note, the visit to the travel immunization clinic did yield some interesting images ripe for anthropological examination. i'll leave you to your own defenses on this one though.





*and by neoliberalism, i mean the late-capitalist system of beliefs and associated institutions among which is the notion, specifically, that human value is equivalent to economic value, and citizenship--and sometimes belonging--hinge almost exclusively on the ability to contribute to consumerist networks.

04 junio 2009

once again, proof that the butter cow and citizenship are (to quote Nancy Fraser) "interimbricated"

(previously discussed in #5 here)

03 junio 2009

chicago

this place is "comfortable" a friend told me last night. there's something about this city that just fits. its natural. i never feel like i'm squeezing myself into what someone here is supposed to be or do. i never feel like a tourist who has stayed 2 years too long.

and fate has a way or making things happen here. last weekend, i went to meet some dc friends for dinner. i walked into the restaurant and who happened to be sitting at their table but ms. snow. apparently her man-friend went to college with (the other) jk. so, she invited me to a bbq she was throwing for brunjeses. and when i showed up on monday the r____ came along and we had a mini JC reunion. on tuesday i accompanied brunjeses to the film fest in which our JC masterpiece was being shown (note that using the word "our" in no way implies i did more than take trips to the JC salvation army, the police station in the heights, and stand around for a few hours on 5th & coles on a wintery day). as the program ended i got a text from she-ra asking if that was my name she saw in the credits. Yes, people just keep popping up all around. it seems like every time i leave the apartment someone new (but really, old) crosses my path.

which is exciting, in part, because i've been thinking about friends. i seem to be at an interesting moment in life where there are tensions between new friend, old friends, and those that were sort of friends before, and following a period of absence are poised to become better friends. there are the people like ee and otto who are working their ways into my heart, but its an uphill battle. i'm not sure if its because i'm not open to them or if the chemistry just isn't there. there are the oldies like the r___ who seem to grow more distant each day. and though there are times when i want desperately to grasp on and do everything i can to not let the friendship slip. and others when it seems inevitable that this will fade away in time. there are the old friends that i never doubt will always be there, but more and more of them fall out of that category and into a more precarious one. and then there are the new (but old) friends, and the new-new friends. and i have little profound to say about them, except that taken all together, the different kinds of people in my life present a challenge. where does one focus energy? is it more important to keep the people you hold dear or make new friends where you are (whether for the moment or for a good while)? ideally of course, one could maintain all of them, but we know that we have limited resources. some kids must be cut from the team. or at least banished to 2nd string. (and now i commence a my boys-esque thought) but is a history of talent more important than future potential? What is the homerun from 8 seasons ago worth today? And are the well formed double batted swings on deck worth taking a chance on? I guess you never know until you try. And people make the wrong choices all the time. But maybe no amount of comtemplating or planning can ensure a playoff team. Maybe you just open up the call and see who shows up.

ok, enough silly rambling. as if things weren't confusing enough i am now contemplating giving the r____ the painting that i recently rescued from the r___.

28 mayo 2009

cumpleanos

its weird when a widely read blog reminds you that you should probably email your friend a happy birthday message.

musica de la cama

back in my younger days, i occasionally listened to a band called phish. this is not something i always admit to. but i'm feeling forthright today. phish wrote their own songs, they did covers. most of them went on for minutes in multiples of ten. but there was one short simple song i always thought was the nicest (which i believe was an original, but i could be wrong).

its called "Lengthwise"
the lyrics are simply
"when you're here, i sleep lengthwise.
and when you're gone, i sleep diagonal in my bed."

i woke up diagonally this morning, alone in bed. and i thought about the song. i always thought of it as a love song. its sometimes the little things that matter. sure things like planning vacations together or rescheduling appointments can be important. but sometimes its the often-overlooked simple parts of life that make the most difference. and accommodating another person in ways that seem mundane may be far more significant that we imagine.

though i'll never be convinced to switch to crunchy peanut butter

27 mayo 2009

ya, noticia mala

one of the biggest wayna rappers of el alto was fatally hit by a bus, recently.
upside down world's obituary for Abraham Bojorquez

esta official

its been a while, and i only write to say this:
the airplane ticket to bolivia has been purchased.

now who's going to make one of these for me?


18 mayo 2009

futbol americana

this is just appalling. i don't know what else to say.
in fact its turning my otherwise wonderful day bad.

fortunately gelato & booze will soon make me forget this horrendousness.

14 mayo 2009

coca y maiz

i'm taking my comprehensive exam, so you'll have to excuse the previous lack of posting and now shameful excuse for posting.

but i found this rather interesting. I have yet to read In Defense of Food, but maybe one of these days... once i'm done being forced to write about the implications of political economy in the creation, perpetuation, and transformation of selves, social subjects and agency... i'll get around to reading it. and then, perhaps, i will write something real to post here.

11 mayo 2009

in honor of comps

this is how i feel about what i'm working on today (which is the history of bolivian revolutionary action from 1781-2005, how it is embedded in political economy, and its relationship to conceptions of self, social subjectivity, and agency):


from sharesomecandy


23 abril 2009

baile de la escuela de doctorado

last friday i went to what i am now referring to as grad school prom. Dvine's book, Island of Shame, hit bookstores and his parents threw him a party. and despite his insistence that is was a casual affair, its location on a rooftop overlooking the washington monument suggested otherwise.


so, the department was buzzing all week with "what shall we wear?" in particular, all the HAGGs were trying to coordinate level of dressiness. this led to conversations (in person, via email, & on facebook) about whether dresses, skirts, or pants were best, what shoes were appropriate, and the requisite "how short is too short?" discussion. in the end we decided dresses, heels, and sax's earrings were most appropriate, as well as deciding we were all acting like 15 year olds.

now, at first glance, fancy events at this age might be more easily compared to weddings, what with the congratulatory speeches, fancy food, alcohol, and number of people of older generations present. but to me this felt more like prom because of the presence of people i see every day. these are people i've come to know in a very quotidian way. i've seen these folks racked with nervousness over class presentations, caving under the stress of final papers, frustrated with losses on the futbol field, and on the brink of utter breakdown thinking about comps. in essence i've seen these people at their worst (and they've seen me at mine). we live in a world where "how are you?" is more often met with "uh......still alive" than "good, how are you?" granted, i haven't seen these folks grow up the way i had with those attending high school prom. but i have seen them grow into their academic selves, which from our (privileged) position is perhaps just as important a formation.

and grad school prom is far superior to high school prom. there is no anxiety about dates. no drama in the women's bathroom (like with LM & MH), and there's WINE! lots and lots of free wine. and food. and beautiful views (not quite available in miller park). and an afterparty (that far surpasses the hey hi afterprom activties). rumagin, being the perennial cool kid, got too drunk on rum with his roommates to show up, so otto, jag & i met him at his place later for our usual basement activities.

i guess in a way, the evening provided a new episode in the saga that is my feelings about the people here: and on that night, in my heels and makeup, sitting in the basement on chesapeake, i felt like i was where i was supposed to be, with the people i was supposed to be. despite my aching feet, it felt comfortable. with the end of the year approaching quickly it was the perfect time with the perfect reason for celebration.

and you know its a good night when you lose important things like your wallet and don't even care.

22 abril 2009

scandal, blo/no style

http://normalcoalbears.com/

13 abril 2009

adendum

oh my

"women are hard wired to want peace....its i our DNA"

"boys will be boys"

this just gets better and better

aye, television

ok, so i somehow just started watching GREEK on abc family. i'm not sure why i did not surf around after turning the television on to this channel, but i didn't.

and now i just have to rant (i know, i know, its my own fault). but so on the show (which i know absolutely nothing about) there's a women's studies class of all women and one man. the professor asks a question, what 3 female leaders have in common (i've never heard of any of them....shows you what kind of womanist/feminist/queer/political scientist i am...) and the one man answers correctly: they all have a strong record of conflict resolution.

the professor affirms that this is correct then goes on to say "it is their instinct as women that has cultivated their abilities at conflict resolution." i waited for the "Psych!" and fully expected it, especially because the professor was being portrayed by Janine Garofalo. but no....apparently they were serious.

WTF? I guess I'd expect them to at least consult some sort of women's studies textbook. Maybe they did. Maybe it was written in the 1940s.

Makes you wonder what gross inaccuracies are being perpetuated in the art history class scenes.

12 abril 2009

la raza

i'm probably not as qualified to write about this as i'd like to think, but rumagin, delf & i were talking last week about comedy skits that satirize racial stereotypes, and (no matter their intentions) whether they serve to reinforce and naturalize sterotypes and ghettoization, or whether they destabalize them. i, being one to usually argue for the revolutionary potential of performance argue that comedic representations of stereotypes do destabalize them. perhaps people find them funny because they think they're "rooted in truth" but i think they also find them funny because they realize that they are satire-that they don't represent reality, but an exaggeration. and this tends to call into question how these things are constructed. overly-"ghettoized" language makes us realize that people who might talk in similar ways are themselves engaging in a social performance. satirizing the employment options in low income neighborhoods focuses attention on social inequalities.

of course, people often bring up Chappelle's resignation from his show because he felt people were laughing at him, not with him. and i don't doubt his reasons for feeling that way. but what this argument ignores is that at one point, and presumably for some time, he felt that his performance did have potential to change things. to denaturalize. perhaps to break down and reform popular and ideological notions of race. and maybe it didn't happen as quickly or as completely as he'd have liked. and he certainly had every right to decide what he did. but i think he was more effective than he thought. npr did a series in 2002 addressing these issues, and some other comic did seem to feel effective in dismantling stereotypes, at least to an extent.

but then again, maybe i give audiences too much credit. maybe i assume a critical viewer, where there are none. now, leap would say at this point we need audience reception studies. so, despite the fact that no one ever comments here these days, i know you're out there. so how do you think this stuff is received?

when you watch WacArnold, does it highlight for you the structural inequalities and violences of urban ghettoization, or do you laugh because, oh, those crazy black urban folks....they really do need to get a job.

Chappelle's Show
WacArnold's
comedycentral.com
Charlie Murphy VideosBuy Chappelle's Show DVDsBlack Comedy


do you laugh at bon qui qui because it presents critique of racial stereotypes, or because "those people" really do talk funny?



seriously, i'm curious.

10 abril 2009

iowa

i used to dislike iowa. mostly because i had family in ames, and every thanksgiving and every december 26th, and often on a random july day, i'd be forced into sharing the blue station wagon's backset with my sister for a 6 hour journey across flat land. inevitably we'd arrive and my cousins, who i did actually rather enjoy, would be off with their cool older friends, and i'd be forced to endure "grownup" time with the aunts and uncles.

then in 2003, everything changed. a little documentary called "pats of glory," introduced me to the beauties of iowa's fair history, camping next to carnies, and deep fried...well, everything. i was hooked. and i won't go into too much detail because as rule #2 of the fair states, "what stays at the fair, stays at the fair," but my feelings on the state have only become more and more positive in the last 6 years.

and now, well, it might just be surpassing my love for its neighbor to the east. and its not just because of gay marriage. iowa has a long history of progressivism, which i admire. and this article really sums it up.

my love of iowa may even be surpassing my love of the land of lincoln (and obama--but then again, if i'm closely associating obama with illinois, some recent presidential actions -such as this and this-may be making the state slip in the rankings independent of what iowa's doing). illinois might have to start selling rooster booster to redeem itself.

08 abril 2009

sloppy & unprofessional

it seems butter carving (or sculpture) may make its debut on the big screen. but seriously....there's a big difference between carving and sculpture, and the blurb conflates the two. get it right!


just a little duff dog eye candy

also, in case you weren't paying attention, fujimori got sentanced to 25 years.

30 marzo 2009

recuerdos y ideas

I wrote this for scammell's most recent piece, about memory. i'm not sure it'll make it into the final piece, but after about a month of reflection, i still kind of like what i said.

as something of an anthropologist i feel like i should frame memory in some sort of anthropological theory. of course, this is in no way indicative of anthropology as a whole, but i think memory is very intimately connected to ideas of truth and history. we are all who we are because of what we've experienced. we have these experiences and we try to break them up into digestible, understandable pieces. we chop experience up into memories in order to endow them with meaning. this is the moment i realized something, or this happened, or this experience is why i feel this way. but in reality, experience is just a long run on sentence of occurrances. and much like history, they depend entirely on perception. there is no single truth. there are as many truths as people who witness or live through an event. and yet, some truths are valued over others. they are reproduced and written down, and thus become fact, "official history." I think we do similar things with memories. We have a vast amount of experience from which to draw, but we choose certain memories from which to make meaning. these memories are a key part of the construction of our identities. they tell us who we were, and thus who we are. we make ourselves through our memories.

i've also been thinking about attraction a lot lately, too, and i think in a way its related. in fact, i think attraction may be the converse of memory in some ways. i have come to the conclusion that (and maybe this is cynical, but that would be rather in line with my usual musings on relationships) we are all attracted to people based on the idea of them. we attribute meaning before the substance, and sometimes forget that's the case.

its the idea that attracts us. the idea of that brooding filmmaker, or that silly footballer. and i think it matters very little how well we know the person. even if the object of attraction is an old friend, someone with whom we collaborate or create, even if we've witnessed them in other relationships or had our own previous relationships with them, its still the idea that attracts us initially. the idea of the good friend that becomes the lover. the idea of carrying over what we have into something else. the idea of the past relationship becoming renewed. we apply cultural narratives to our unique situations to make them meaningful. maybe epic.

perhaps more obviously, even if we've only known the person for a few moments, or simply seen them across a room. the attraction is the idea of them. we make assumptions based on our visual perceptions. As Celia Lury has written, vision and knowledge have become inextricably intertwined in modern Euro-American societies (1998:2). We make assumptions based on the visual. Certain clothing represents interests or values, glasses translate to intelligence, dreadlocks translate to particular recreational practices, a hoodie with 15 mini-buttons translates to some sort of leftist, anti-consumerist, possibly anarchist political position. And because, for the most part, we're using a common script, or what Eco calls “successive transcriptions” (1992:3) the translation is often close to what was intended by the performer. so, this is to say that often the idea of the person is not so far from the reality.

However, the idea is simply the iconic permutation of the real person. Certain aspects of identity may be highlighted while others are ignored or downplayed. And this happens on both ends, the attractor and the attracted. Or perhaps it's aspects of the affair itself that are highlighted or downplayed. Its scandalous nature highlighted, the mundane interactions downplayed. Or the comfort level highlighted, the misunderstandings downplayed.

But this is not to say that attraction is meaningless. Its what happens after the attraction that counts. Its what's built on top of the attraction that lasts. Because eventually (maybe it takes 30 seconds, maybe 4 years) the idea of this person, this encounter or relationship melts away to reveal the truth beneath it. That charasmatic artist becomes a real human with talent, but confidence issues, or the young ambitious politician transforms into a someone too absorbed with the state of affairs in the world, and not absorbed enough with you. But if you're lucky, that quirky bass player slowly transforms into a complex personality that is compatible, comfortable, and real. complete with faults and failings, but with just the right combination of smirks, jokes, surprises, and awkward talks about the future to make you realize its not just the idea of it anymore. there's real substance.

but only if you're lucky.

palabras y nombres

the world was feeling a little out of whack this weekend. maybe because i spent too much time at school. maybe because i cleaned our giant white board with harsh chemicals and the fumes were getting to me. i'm sure it had something to do with certain friendship weirdnesses, but things are feeling back in order again (nothing a little pineapple can't fix). i also think part of the fix has been the way i've been addressed by a number of people. "darlings" are always nice, as are "hello, love". "hey lady" or "baby" from certain folks. "nellochka!" is always nice. I even enjoy "haynes!" coming through on g chat.


last week, when mama H was visiting, i was actually thinking about being called "haynes." My mother calls my father that. My mom's coworkers call her Haynes. But i've never been called Haynes. Not even back in my team sports days. It was always "nellerz." The closest i've come is "Hell Nanes" thanks to the epic farter and rave demon. So maybe this is silly and crazy, but being called haynes actually make me like e.d.a. much better. funny how little things like discourse change minds and moods.

i suppose voloshinov was right

29 marzo 2009

para serge

this blog needs more pictures.


las estrellas

i've mentioned this before, but i don't read my horoscope much. however, it seems like on the odd occasions when i do happen to check it out, it always seems far too appropriate.

today's:
You would be wise today to remember that your imagined scenario isn't the only one possible. This isn't to say you are wrong in any of your perceptions or even in your conclusions. But there are multiple paths diverging from several points along your way, even if they aren't obvious to you right now. Keep in mind that the Taurus Moon is currently in your 7th House of Environment, giving you the impression that reality is more rigid than it actually is. New solutions will become apparent as soon as tomorrow.

so, perhaps i worry too much. i get too caught up in things, and my control freak comes out. sometimes i need to remember that a deep breath can work wonders.

i still don't regret it though.

27 marzo 2009

world theater day

i actually randomly stumbled upon this by someone who is not technically a perf stud (though really, had life circumstances been different, i can totally see rumagin being quite a perf stud in a number of ways), but i think it speaks to a number of ideas i've held for a long time.

i remember first telling people i was double majoring in theater and anthropology. everyone thought this was crazy because a) the only worse than theater for finding work is anthropology and b) what could the two possibly have in common with each other.

and agosto boal on this World Theater Day, states it all quite clearly. but to sum up, we are all actors. life is spectacle. it is what you do with your action and spectacle that makes or unmakes (sometimes both) the world. so today i remember dwight and will consciously work to create social justice through activism, art, and academics.

19 marzo 2009

hablamos

the beginning of this week was kind of rough emotionally (not for any good reason), but there's something about seeing one of my favorite old students (the wave on NM ave. did the trick) on national television to make me feel better. that kid who sits in the back of human mirror is also on there, but i don't have as much affection for him as i do for bryce.

but really, a number of things have changed. first, the weather is warming up, and though its rainy, and still getting quite cold at night, the world smells like spring, and that's enough for me. second, i spent 45 minutes this morning talking to ee about how language used on online dating websites is strikingly neoliberal (the body as machine, flexibly accumulating attributes, commodifying desires) and at one point, i had to chuckle to myself. this is exactly what i always thought was missing in the dale. the sort of spontaneous, organic anthropological discussions that make me feel like a grad student. and as annoyed as i get about how little i get done in the cubes, its really because so much of this happens. i mean, sure, there's plenty of gossiping, complaining, arguing, and plain ridiculousness, but those moments when we get into deep discussions and challenge each other, and i can actually feel my opinions changing or narrowing, or being refined...those are the moments i know i'm in the right place.

to top it all off, the film is still in a precarious position, but is at least coming together a little, i've gotten some work done on my paper for montreal, and there's free lunch tomorrow. plus our first futbol practice. so, while i've been complaining that my friends just aren't cutting it, i'm really proud to be part of a community. and one that (maybe its egotistical, but) i feel like i've had a hand in creating.

so tonight, instead of sitting in the library discussing david harvey, otto, the jag, ee, rumagin, and otto's friend alva & i went to ee's place, sat in his basement office drinking wine and discussed everything from postmodernism to ways in which sea monster on iphone reflects shifting forms of fragmented identity. i guess being a nerd isn't so bad. for the moment at least.

17 marzo 2009

mis chicos

oh my.
a new season of my boys in impending.

this does not bode well for my ability to defend my television viewing habits.

16 marzo 2009

a casa

there's always something about changing the time zone on my computer's clock that feels meaningful. the watch gets pushed ahead or pulled back usually when the time announcement comes over the airplane's intercom as we land. the cell phone clock changes automatically when driving from one time zone to another. but often, i consciously avoid changing the clock on my little laptop. when i moved to the dale, it took me a full month to admit i no longer lived in EST and pull it back an hour. and now, i find myself hesitating to push it the other way. to admit that i am back on the east coast to stay for a while. that i live here. that i live here.

yes, this is where my stacks of books and old canvases are. this is where my snow boots sit next to my old green converses on the shelf of my closet. where the Vegetarian Epicure my mother gave me rests atop the fridge, and my chola puppet and carebear share a seat by the window. but after a year and a half, it still doesn't feel like home. i've met some wonderful people that have opened me up to new ideas, and i've certainly had my share of fun. but it still doesn't fit. i really want to like this place. i try to like it. some nights everything falls into place and the people and timing and weather and architecture all come alive and i forget the reasons i've concocted that i should think this place is wonderful and i can just feel it. but then an hour passes, and the magic is gone, and its back to consciously concentrating on the small pieces of this city that i connect to. the pieces that remind me of other places, usually.

and so, i come back here from a week in a place i love, and everything is dulled. it rains, but without ferocity. i see familiar faces, but i have to prepare myself to smile for them. i find myself in a foul mood, and not even the things that usually snap me out of it will work.

and i don't mean for this to be too self-pitying or depressing. my life is quite nice and i have people here who care about me and believe in me. i'm getting to do what i really love, for the most part, and in a place that nurtures the things i find important in life. but i'm just not sure this will ever be home. maybe i've been misinterpreting robert frost all along. maybe its not that you can't go home again, because places change. perhaps its because once you've experienced something like home, its just impossible to find again.

but i did just reset my computer's clock.

26 febrero 2009

mal futbol

its a bad day for spanish-speaking footballers. Peru and Spain are both having problems. there's nothing like pederasty, murder, and narcotics to give a sport a bad name.

24 febrero 2009

and woot! again
woot!

a silbar

i'm reading (for a 2nd time) Evelyn Hammonds's "Black (W)holes and the Geometry of Black Female Sexuality." She touches on the double silence of black lesbians' sexualities, and its reminding me a bit of the cholas, though I'm taking it in a different direction. Weismantel & Albro both agree (for once) that cholas are historically sexualized because they are "white enough to be desirable, non-white enough to be accessible" (really, that's a paraphrase of Weismantel 2003, because i'm too lazy to walk into the other room, and look up the page #). Cholas are often portrayed as busty "cholitas" in short skirts, and are periodically the butt of jokes about what's under (or not under) their skirts. On the other hand, cholas are imagined in a Gill-ian Postcard way, to be the mothers of the nation. They are associated with fertility and feeding their children, but not as part of a household or sexual relationship. Much like the madonna/whore dichotomy, cholas are either sexless mothers or scantily clad vixens waiting for the taking. So my question (in light of both cholas and black lesbians--and let's throw in Wesley Crichlow's discussion of Trinidadian Bullermen as well) is this: How does one resist sexual objectification without resisting sexuality or objectifying others?

I have no answer. It is an open question. I only have an example of the way I failed to negotiate such a situation.

The Grabowskis (my one-time favorite sports team and subject of my research on pain & masculinity) had a habit of whistling at women. Guzman always suggested a nice round of applause was more respectful. I disagreed, but admitted this was preferable to the "hey single lady" sidewalk calls. In any event, often on the drive from JC to hobroken (yes, that's spelled as I intended) windows would be rolled down, and some nice young woman walking down Monmouth might get an acknowledgement, often in the form of a short double honk of the horn. Usually at that point I would get pissed off, and tell them to stop the car, I was going home, etc. But one day, on the drive back to JC, with a few beers in my belly, we passed two young men moving into an apartment near Hamilton Park. They had their shirts off and were lifting furniture. Being in the front seat, i leaned across JK and hit the horn twice. I waved out the window. The boys in the backseat cracked up and encouraged me. And we all had a good laugh.



And despite my laughter, I didn't feel totally ok about it. I did it to demonstrate a point to them, but I think it was probably lost. And I doubt the two men, being in a generally priveleged position were really offended or hurt. But I chose to make my point in a way that only served to reinforce their ideas. I played into the trope that sexuality is only expressible through the objectification of others. And this seems to be a widespread problem across culture, time, location, class, race, sexuality, etc. And with sexuality being such a wonderful thing, in general, why is it so hard to express without hurting others? damn.

23 febrero 2009

volver a hablando sobre genero en nueva york

On Friday, after sushi, the first 2 rounds of flaming absinthe shots, and a couple swigs off the recession special, I ended up at a bar just off atlantic ave in blkyn. It was there that scamz & I met up with tits & curly. Curly is doing a reading of his play (screenplay?) there and was checking it out. scamz was describing my travel companion as Ricardo Montalbán and a discussion ensued in which he was contrasted with my previous new york travel companion. So, of course, the infamous greenwich village argument came up. along the recounting to tits and curly, tits mentioned he used to live with 2 trans guys. he had an interesting perspective on the situation, not so unlike scamz's original reaction. the 3 cisgendered men agreed that there is a physical anatomical difference between men and women. Trying to negotiate a space for discussion i didn't disagree (though i would have changed the wording to male and female rather than men and women, despite the fact that butler would shake her head and remind us all that male and female are just the names given to particular anatomy based on socially conceived difference). Tits suggested that you can't say gender is all in your mind, when there is something between your legs. I responded that while there are differences in genetalia (leaving aside the fact that ambiguous sex anatomy is far from rare), genetalia doesn't necessarily correspond to modes of expression and identity that make people comfortable or happy. This led back to a discussion of fluidity and the fact that many transpeople wish to be men, rather than just not-women (or vice versa-clearly indicating adherence to the binary). In fact, a number of scholars have been criticized for suggesting that transpeople are in some ways responsible for destroying our notions of gender, embracing fluidity, and pretty much problemetizing the current sex/gender system. But the truth is (and this is only in my experience-which is admittedly limited, but probably more extensive than the average experience) certainly not all, but most transpeople living in the North Atlantic do still abide by the society's ideas of what being a "man" or "woman" is. Leaving aside the complex ideas around the bodily parts conceptualized as being inherently gendered, most transgendered people, like most cisgendered people wear clothing, engage in activities and adopt techniques of the body (M. Mauss, "Techniques of the Body," Economy and Society 2(1973 [1934]):70-88) that generally fall within spectrums that are socially intelligible as gendered. That is the point at which I spoke up and pointed out the ways in which our associations between genetalia and its social meaning are totally arbitrary and in no way inherent. this seemed to sit well with the guys. At that point tits brought up the recent npr story about trans children


and this all brings up the strange notion of why we think of penises as men's etc. if we're denying the connection between that and being a man, why the surgery?

Bjork Puppet feels constrained by what's under her skirt

17 febrero 2009

mis lentes y la crisis financiera

I rode the metro home yesterday and was looking at my new glasses in the dark reflection of the window as the train sped through tunnels. i was thinking about how damn much i spent on the suckers. i am usually pretty prudent in terms of spending habits, but glasses are my one splurge. i justify it in that they are something i wear every day (if only for an hour or 2), and usually keep for at least 5 years. further, glasses are in many ways (and much because you wear them every day) part of identity performance. they become the fetishized notion of who someone is visibly, and we often believe they indicate certain traits intellectually, artistically, or otherwise. This is why I refused to have laser surgery on my eyes a few years ago. I have worn glasses for 18 years. I can't imagine myself without them. And, because i place so much importance in them, I'm willing to spend some dough on them.

But back to the metro...I started thinking about some crappy NY times article I read a few years ago. In retrospect, its actually surprising that I took the time to click on it on the home page. But I was proabably working at Studio A+T at the time or maybe it was a slow day at NYRB, but I digress. This article argued that a growing trend among women (presumably upwardly mobile, early 20s to mid 40s urban women) was a tendency to forgo bigger/nicer/more conveniently located housing in favor of having disposable income available for purchases such as designer handbags or shoes.

so maybe the glasses are my designer purchase (they are bvlgari). I did spend more than a month's rent on them (well, on them & the exam, and they threw in an extra set of lenses for my old frames for free).


But then I started thinking, maybe this is a good thing. Certainly, at least a few places I've lived have made me feel like a dirty gentrifier. Most notably, my many apartments in Jersey City were all in a neighborhood on the cusp of condo building. I spent my last year there waking up every Saturday morning at 8 am to the sound of Jackhammers tearing down the old hospital on the corner, and then rebuilding the structure as condos with a view of Hamilton Park. And my point is not that gentrification is good in any way at all. But this all begs the question-Is it better to spend the extra money to live in an already gentrified area or shun these for the up and coming, but still cheap places.

Both seem to have their merits and problems. On one hand, living already gentrified areas arguably keeps the gentrification confined. Its not displacing new people. Its not directly contributing to the building of a new starbucks on the corner (speaking of which, I hope Basic hasn't been replaced by a starbucks). But at the same time, a young white college-educated person such as myself moving into such an area reinforces biased housing markets and the neoliberal system which creates optimal conditions for gentrification.

Now moving into an affordable neighborhood also has its drawbacks. You move into a rennovated apartment, and the landlord builds capital and buys more buildings and rennovates them, and suddenly you have mysterious fires displacing people from their long-time rent controlled homes. New businesses pop up. Uncle Joe's closes and LITM opens. The artists' studios are condemned to make condos. Suddenly you can see the Trump building as you stand in line outside at the 24 hr McDonald's walk up window. Mark or Matt or whatever his name is buys your favorite bar, replaces the orange vinyl with leather, gets rid of the tubes and loses the book of questions in the process. And suddenly you've gone from paying $450 a month (granted, for a room without a window) in 2 floors of a house with a lovely stoop and backyard and washer & dryer, to barely finding a 2 bedroom for under $1700. And while you've contributed to your own displacement, you've also displaced all those people speaking languages you don't understand at Shoprite, and the kids that egged Bow on halloween, and people like Randy Moss or Brendon (though he got some fancy wall st. job, right?).

I guess the point I'm realizing I'm making (though not necessarily the one I set out to make) is that it feels like there are no right answers. Its shitty to move into some fancy neighborhood, and spend 60% of your monthly income on rent, because not only does strain you financially, but it contributes to this whole machine which continually finds new areas to gentrify and new people to displace. But at the same time, to be the direct displacer is also shitty. And there don't seem to be areas outside of the system. My god Rhode Island & New York Aves are the next on the list (at least Alva's glad). This is all to say that this system is really screwed up. And one of the best explanations of how and why I've found is David Harvey's. It doesn't seem to be out there much, so instead of linking to another blog, I'll just post it below. But I'll sum up here rather than after his words. I don't have the answers & Harvey doesn't necessarily have practical answers, but I'm hoping this crisis will call these things into question. And then maybe next time I move I can have a little more peace of mind about where exactly it is that I'm putting all my boxes of books.

David Harvey
Right to the City
January 29, 2009
Urban Social Forum
Urban Reform Tent-Opening Speech

"I'm delighted to be here, but first of all I'd like to apologize for speaking English which is the language of international imperialism. I hope that what I have to say is sufficiently anti-imperialist that you people will forgive me. (applause)

I am very grateful for this invitation because I learn a great deal from the social movements. I've come here to learn and to listen and therefore I am already finding this a great educational experience because as Karl Marx once put it there is always the big question of who will educate the educators.

I have been working for some time on the idea of the Right to the City. I take it that Right to the City means the right of all of us to create cities that meet human needs, our needs. The right to the city is not the right to have - and I'll use an English expression - crumbs from the rich mans table. We should all have the same rights to further construct the different kinds of cities that we want to exist.

The right to the city is not simply the right to what already exists in the city but the right to make the city into something radically different. When I look at history I see that cities have been managed by capital more than by people. So in this struggle for the right to the city there is going to be a struggle against capital.

I want to talk a little bit now about the history of the relationship between capital and city building and ask the question: Why is it that capital manages to exercise so much rights over the city? And why is it that popular forces are relatively weak against that power? And I'd also like to talk about how, actually, the way capital works in cities is one of its weaknesses. So at this time I think the struggle for the right to the city is at the center of the struggle against capital. We have now - as you all know - a financial crisis of capitalism. If you look at recent history you will find that over the last 30 years there have been many financial crises. Somebody did a calculation and said that since 1970 there have been 378 financial crisis in the world. Between 1945 and 1970 there were only 56 financial crises. So capital has been producing many financial crises over the last 30 to 40 years. And what is interesting is that many of these financial crises have a basis in urbanization. At the end of the 1980s the Japanese economy crashed and it crashed around property and land speculation. In 1987 in the United States there was a huge crisis in which hundreds of banks went bankrupt and it was all about housing and property development speculation. In the 1970s there was a big, world-wide crises in property markets. And I could go on and on giving you examples of financial crises that are urban based. My guess is that half of the financial crises over the last 30 years are urban property based. The origins of this crisis in the United States came from something called the sub prime mortgage crises. I call this not a sub prime mortgage crisis but an urban crisis.

This is what happened. In the 1990s there came about a problem of surplus money with nowhere to go. Capitalism is a system that always produces surpluses. You can think of it this way: the capitalist wakes up in the morning and he goes into the market with a certain amount of
money and buys labor and means of production. He puts those elements to work and produces a commodity and sells it for more money than he began with. So at the end of the day the capitalist has more than he had at the beginning of the day. And the big question is what does he do with the more that he's picked up? Now if he were like you and me he would probably go out and have a good time and spend it. But capitalism is not like that. There are competitive forces that push him to reinvest part of his capital in new developments. In the history of capitalism there has been a 3% rate of growth since 1750. Now a 3% growth rate means that you have to find outlets for capital. So capitalism is always faced with what I call a capital surplus absorption problem. Where can I find a profitable outlet to apply my capital? Now back in 1750 the whole world was open for that question. And at that time the total value of the global economy was $135 billion in goods and services. By the time you get to 1950 there is $4 Trillion in circulation and you have to find outlets for 3% of $4 trillion. By the time you get to the year 2000 you have $42 trillion in circulation. Around now its probably $50 Trillion. In another 25 years at 3% rate of growth it will be $100 trillion. What this means is that there is an increasing difficulty in finding profitable outlets for the surplus capital. This situation can be presented in another way. When capitalism was essentially what was going on in Manchester and a few other places in the World, a 3% growth rate posed no problem. Now we have to put a 3% rate of growth on everything that is happening in China, East and Southeast Asia, Europe, much of Latin America and North America and there is a huge, huge problem. Now capitalists, when they have money, have a choice as to how they reinvest it. You can invest in new production. An argument for making the rich richer is that they will reinvest in production and that this will generate employment and a better standard of living for the people. But since 1970 they have invested less and less in new production. They have invested in buying assets, stock shares, property rights, intellectual property rights and of course property. So since 1970, more and more money has gone into financial assets and when the capitalist class starts buying assets the value of the assets increases. So they start to make money out of the increase in the value of their assets. So property prices go up and up and up. And this does not make for a better city it makes for a more expensive city. Furthermore, to the degree that they want to build condominiums and affluent housing they have to drive poor people off their land. They have to take away our right to the city. So that in New York City I find it very difficult to live in Manhattan, and I am a reasonably well paid professor. The mass of the population that actually works in the city cannot afford to live in the city because property prices have gone up and up and up and up. In other words the people's right to the city has been taken away. Sometimes it has been taken away through actions of the market, sometimes its been taken away by government action expelling people from where they live, sometimes it has been taken away by illegal means, violence, setting fire to a building. There was a period where one part of New York City had fire after fire after fire.

So what this does is to create a situation where the rich can increasingly take over the whole domination of the city. And they haveto do that because this is the only way they can use their surplus capital. And at some point however there is also the incentive for this process of city building to go down to the poorer people. The financial institutions lend to the property developers to get them to develop large areas of the city. You have the developers but then the problem is who do the developers sell their properties too? If working class incomes were increasing then maybe you could sell to the working class. But since the 1970s the policies of neoliberalism have been about wage repression. In the United States real wages haven't risen since 1970, so you have a situation where real wages are constant but property prices are going up. So where is the demand for the houses going to come from? The answer was you invite the working classes into the debt environment. And what we see is that household debt in the United States has gone from about $40,000 per household to over $120,000 per household in the last 20 years. The financial institutions knock on the doors of working class people and say, "we have a good deal for you. You borrow money from us and you can become a homeowner, and don't worry, if at some point you can't pay your debt the housing prices are going to go up so everything is fine".

So more and more low income people were bought into the debt environment. But then about two years ago property prices started to come down. The gap between what working class people could afford and what the debt was was too big. Suddenly you had a foreclosure wave going through many American cities. But as usually happens with something of this kind there is an uneven geographical development of that wave. The first wave hit very low income communities in many of the older cities in the United States. There is a wonderful map that you can see on the BBC website of the foreclosures in the city of Cleveland. And what you see is a dot map of the foreclosures that is highly concentrated in certain areas of he city. There is a map beside it which shows a distribution of the African American population, and the two maps correspond. What this means is that this was robbery of a low income African American population. This has been the biggest loss of assets for low income populations in the United States that there has ever been. 2 Million people have lost their homes. And at that very moment when that was happening the bonuses paid out on Wall street were coming to over $30 Billion - that is the extra money that is paid to the bankers for their work. So $30 billion ends up on Wall Street which has effectively been taken from low income neighborhoods. There is talk about this in the United States as a financial Katrina because as you remember Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans differentially and it was the low income black population that got left behind and many of them died. The rich protected their right to the city but the poor essentially lost theirs. In Florida, California and the American South West the pattern was different. It was very much out on the periphery of the cities. And there a lot of money was being lent to the building groups and the developers. They were building housing way out, 30 miles outside of Tuscon and Los Angeles and they couldn't find anybody to sell to so they actually went for a white population that did not like living near immigrants and blacks in the central cities. What this then led to was a situation that happened a year ago when the high gas prices made it very difficult for communities. Many of the people had difficulties paying their debt and so we find a foreclosure wave which is happening in the suburbs and is manly white in places like Florida, Arizona and California. Meanwhile what Wall Street had done is to take all of these risky mortgages and to package them in strange financial instruments. You take all of the mortgages from a particular place and put them into a pot and then sell shares of that pot to somebody else. The result is that the whole of the mortgage financial market has globalized. And you sell pieces of ownership to mortgages to people in Norway or Germany or the Gulf or whatever. Everybody was told that these mortgages and these financial instruments were as safe as houses. They turned out not to be safe and we then had the big crisis which keeps going and going and going. My argument is that if this crisis is basically a crisis of urbanization then the solution should be urbanization of a different sort and this is where the struggle for the right to the city becomes crucial because we have the opportunity to do something different.

But I am often asked if this crisis is the end of neoliberalism.. My answer is "no" if you look at what is being proposed in Washington and London. One of the basic principles that was set up in the 1970s is that state power should protect financial institutions at all costs. And there is a conflict between the well being of financial institutions and the well being of people you chose the well being of the financial institutions. This is the principle that was worked out in New York City in the mid 1970s, and was first defined internationally in Mexico it threatened to go bankrupt in 1982. If Mexico had gone bankrupt it would have destroyed the New York investment banks. So the United States Treasury and the International Monetary Fund combined to help Mexico not go bankrupt. In other words they lent the money to Mexico to pay off the New York bankers. But in so doing they mandated austerity for the Mexican population. In other words they protected the banks and destroyed the people. This has been the standard practice in the International Monetary Fund ever since. Now if you look at the response to the crisis in the United States and Britain, what they have done in effect is to bail out the banks. $700 billion to the banks in the United States. They have done nothing whatsoever to protect the homeowners who have lost their houses. So it is the same principal that we are seeing at work - protect the financial institutions and fuck the people. What we should have done is to take the $700 billion and create an urban redevelopment bank to save all of those neighborhoods that were being destroyed and reconstruct cities more out of popular demand. Interestingly if we had done that then a lot of the crisis would have disappeared because there would be no foreclosed mortgages. Meanwhile we need to organize an anti-eviction movement and we have seen some of that going on in Boston and some other cities. But at this historical moment in the United States there is a sense that popular mobilization is restricted because the election of Obama was a priority. Many people hope that Obama will do something different, unfortunately his economic advisors are exactly those who organized this whole problem in the first place. I doubt that Obama will be as progressive as Lula. You will have to wait a little bit before I think social movements will begin to go in motion. We need a national movement of Urban Reform like you have here.

We need to build a militancy in the way that you have done here. We need in fact to begin to exercise our right to the city. And at some point we'll have to reverse this whole way in which the financial institutions are given priority over us. We have to ask the question what is more important, the value of the banks or the value of humanity. The banking system should serve the people, not live off the people. And the only way in which at some point we are really going to be able to exert the right to the city is that we have to take command of the capitalist surplus absorption problem. We have to socialize the capital surplus. We have to use it to meet social needs . We have to get out of the problem of 3% accumulation forever. We are now at a point where 3% growth rate forever is going to exert such tremendous environmental costs, its going to exert tremendous pressure on social situations that we are going to go from one financial crisis to another. If we come out of this financial crisis in the way they want there will be another financial crisis 5 years from now. So its come to the point when its no longer a matter of accepting what Margaret Thatcher said, that "there is no alternative", and we say that there has to be an alternative. There has to be an alternative to capitalism in general. And we can begin to approach that alternative by perceiving the right to the city as a popular and international demand and I hope that we can all join together in that mission. Thank you very much."

14 febrero 2009

lengua lavender

i've been at a conference for the past two days on glbtqia language (that's gay, lesbian, bi, trans, queer, intersexed, ally).

today, i got to introduce the woman i would choose to be my advisor out of all possibilities (except maybe the gill). she thanked me twice for such an "amazing" introduction.

but what was perhaps a more important moment for me (and no, it has nothing to do with the free food) happened conceptually. sure there's this tired debate about whether homosexuality (as well as transexuality/genderism) are biological or a choice. Obviously there are problematic aspects of looking at this either way (especially in terms of politics). most academics conceive of these phenomena (in the broad sense of the term) as somewhere between biology and choice. and i hadn't given it much thought. but as my mind wandered today during some paper on the scripting of "coming out" stories, i realized something. and now that i'm thinking about it, i don't understand why i didn't get it earlier...let alone why much of the less-left-leaning don't get it.

so here's the deal: have you ever had a crush on someone? someone who's bad news? someone who will clearly screw you over, or lead you on, or has really awful politics, or wines a lot, or smells weird, or spends their free time watching countless episodes of law & order (just kidding on that one...)? And you try to stop yourself from liking this person, but you just can't? Maybe you can put them out of your mind, but then you randomly run into them and it starts all over again?

Well, i don't think anyone would argue its biologically coded that you're attracted to this particular person. But I certainly wouldn't argue that you are choosing to like this person.

And not to say that many glbtqia people are trying really hard to put their love/sex partners of choice out of their minds. or that they should. i'm just saying this all helps me conceptualize the space between biology and choice (which is obviously quite large). there are a lot of other factors in there, and no amount of gay gene or "reorientation" camps are going to change that.

yay for v day reimagination.

13 febrero 2009

el arbol

i'm a few minutes too late, but i was planning on writing a "happy birthday darwin" post. i don't really have much to say except that darwin was 28 when he drew his first evolutionary tree.

i guess i better get busy in the next year...

10 febrero 2009

mi amiga preferida

Last night, as I was falling asleep in otto’s bed, I was thinking about how hesitant I would be to ask most people I know to house sit. And it dawned on me

For the first time…in years…I have a best friend.
And a girl/woman//female at that!

Now one might argue that I’ve had best friends. But for years, I’ve had sneaking suspicions that my best friends always had better friends. In essence while maybe they were my best friend, I was not their best friend. DWT always had Leo. The R___ had the R____. Bii Jih Bah had the fraudulent admiral, and now she has Sowa. Even the 409 boys always had each other, and I felt like a 2nd tier member. There were people I was close to in New York, but as a fine journalist (and roommate) once said, “dating someone in another borough is a long distance relationship.” Following this logic, a friendship is even more difficult to maintain (probably because there’s no promise of sex to entice you into that 2 hour subway ride). So basically, not since the woman formerly known as Kate have I had a real best friend.

Until now, I think. Otto asked me to house and dog sit while the Liberator is in the hospital in Bmore. She said the landlords (land people?) could walk Teddy, but If I wanted to get away from the airfresheners, I could stay in TP for a few days and hang with the Lhasa Apso.

But its not just that. We’ve finally gotten to a point where we complain about our other friends to each other. We tend to just hang out rather than go out. And we even, as fast eddie would say, “talk about feelings”—especially boys—(without being self-conscious).

Its funny, as an undergrad it took me about a year & ½ to make more than a few good friends. Here its taken me a year & ½ to make just one. And we’re very different. To begin, I don’t have an 11 year old daughter with major disabilities. But even though our lives and personalities are very different, we’ve found some good common ground. Things like hotboxing Althusser and enjoying Thanksgiving.

28 enero 2009

pollock

its Jackson Pollock's birthday, according to google. i thought i would take this opportunity to write about Who the #$&% is Jackson Pollock?.

A pretty entertaining film, and for anyone who enjoys art, worth watching. There's quite a cast of interesting characters. What i found especially interesting was the tension between science and artistic knowledge.


(note that this picture is upside down, based on the way the painting is displayed in the film)

SPOILER (sort of)
I also was pretty convinced throughout the whole thing that this was not a Pollock. It just didn't look like a Pollock to me (as echoed by a number of "experts" in the film). It didn't have the rhythm, the intricacy, the organic feeling. But in the end, science proved(?) me wrong. But here's the real question. This was likely a painting Pollock discarded. And perhaps this is a stretch, but if he discarded it because he didn't like it, it wasn't up to his standards, he couldn't stand behind it, he wasn't proud of it, etc....is it still a Pollock? Is something a Pollock just because his hand touched it? Or is it a Pollock only when he declared it his finished work of art ready for the public to see?

And secondarily, if something is good enough to argue over whether its a Pollock or not, why does the value increase so significantly if it is proven to be true? I guess this is a matter of use value vs. exchange value here. Use value doesn't change (and really, do paintings have much use value at all?). But fetishization & commodification make that exchange value skyrocket. So I guess this leads me to believe that for the art world, it is his, just because it was made by his hand. But I'm not sure I personally agree with this logic. Maybe its just the Marxist in me.

and just for fun, here's my favorite Pollock, which can be found at the art institute chicago. Greyed Rainbow, 1953. I'm still convinced I can dance to its rhythm.

27 enero 2009

althusser

i'm not sure i really ever totally understood althusser's assertion that ideology is ahistorical until last night at happy hour. i scoffed at the idea that obama is "post-ideological."

26 enero 2009

el luchador

mamaH called tonight to tell me about an interview with aronofsky on npr about "The Wrestler." I especially liked what he had to say about use of the body as art, but he strayed away from questioning about a fascination with pain, unfortunately.

and this is just awesome!




25 enero 2009

viva la bolivia nueva!

so the constitutional referendum passed. here's a short write up (en espanol). basically evo says this will end the colonial legacy as well as neoliberalism in bolivia. i'm not sure i totally buy that, but its a step forward.

and i finally (better late than never) found a good english language explanation of the new constitution. though schultz claims he's no expert, his perspective is far more complete and insightful than mine. and in case you're interested, the jesus commercial he mentions can be found below:


dia de la constitution

today's the big day. the one we've been waiting for. the bolivian constitutional vote (you mean you haven't been on the edge of your seat for months over this?). All the "experts" seem to think it will pass. Which I suppose is a good thing, but I worry that this will just lead to further violence.

Today, reuters uk has finally layed out exactly what these changes are. Pretty much since last march I've been looking for some English language coverage of what exactly the changes are. They've been hard to come by. And I've been avoiding the Spanish language coverage partially because i'm lazy, and partially because Bolivian newspapers are notoriously biased (see Daniel Goldstein & Fatimah Willaims Castro, 2006 Creative Violence: How Marginal People Make News in Bolivia. Journal of Latin American Anthropology 11(2):380-407, or my own paper on the portrayal of indigenous women in Los Tiempos--but its unpublished, so I guess its a bit hard to come by...). For example, this radio transcript from a station in Santa Cruz is pretty horrific (here's the translated version). However, as of Thursday (Evo's 3 year anniversary), the Bolivian state now has its own newspaper. While certainly this might counter the views presented by primarily white/mestizo-owned private papers, I wonder how unbiased a state newspaper might be (for once, the socialist in me might be overtaken by the liberatarian?). I guess I just often see state-run media as less than open. But then again, things can't get much worse, so another perspective at least provides some choice.

I also must recommend this post from inka cola news, outlining some of the evo scare tactics used in foreign press and contesting the notion of "the two bolivias" (which I myself am guilty of perpetuating--see my paper on the Bolivian constitution as symbol of the imagined community--again unpublished. i just love self-promotion today). Plus, there's a pretty awesome photo accompanying it.

21 enero 2009

la lucha politico y fisico

i have been contemplating whether to write anything here about (sort of) seeing the first half-non-white (not to diminish this vast step forward) president's swearing in. in fact, last night in a somewhat sleep deprived stupor i even typed out a long blog that i had concocted in my head in a total sleep deprived stupor the night before. it somehow connected anti-pacifism, anarchism, the bolivian water war, marx quotes, and obama emblazoned toasters. and while that might sound amazing, i assure you that after reading it again this morning, you are lucky i never posted it.

writing about politics has never been my strong point. i tend to get carried away and take metaphors to irrational lengths and such. and while i wish to not publicize my own crafty ways of doing this, my old friend entropy posted this in a facebook note on the inauguration, and i just couldn't help but re-post.

* Along those same lines, it was not unlike watching live professional wrestling. The biggest heel heat came for President Bush and Joe Lieberman respectively, while the biggest face pops were for Almost President Obama, Bill & Hillary Clinton, Michelle Obama, Ted Kennedy, Colin Powell, Al Gore, Jay-Z and Diddy, and me screaming enthusiastically for Walter Mondale respectively.*

the funny thing is, in an attempt to keep my nose from getting frostbite on tuesday, i was trying to think warm thoughts. one of which happened to be....i wonder how long before barak starts referring to his homeland security measures as "the people's elbow."


(for more on electoral politics and wrestling, see this earlier post)

14 enero 2009

el arte y sociologica

i have stumbled upon my new favorite image-related internet site. though time will tell how it might compare to strange maps or information aesthetics, or even the amazing, incredible, inspiring share some candy....sociological images combines my two loves (if one is willing to overlook the inadequacies of sociology as compared to anthropology).

my favorite post (so far...i've only gone through a few) is the second half of stereotypes of nationalities. I guess i'm just a sucker for that simple, graphic kind of art.

13 enero 2009

more tacos

in a strange twist of fate, paul brooks shows up as my #1 "people you may know" on facebook today.
weird.

tacos tacos, everywhere, tacos

whoa. paul brooks is famous. and if the pantagraph isn't proof, perhaps cnn is:

Watch CBS Videos Online

of course, you can rely on national media all you want, but the real story is at fuw.

colombia

the u.s. just declassified documents which confirm the government knew about para-military activities in colombia as early as 1990. this "war on drugs" is so funny. except not funny at all.

09 enero 2009

bigotes de nuevo

so, back in november of 2006, the r___ helped make a startling discovery. while watching a commercial for the pursuit of happyness i mentioned how good will smith looked with a 'stache. this was the third time in a week i mentioned someone looking good with similar facial hair. he declared, "nell, you have a mustache fetish."

the next day i began my new job at the latina institute, and ended up at the table across from hector. the only man among the 13 of us (including the board), sporting his amazing mustache. i couldn't keep from chuckling under my breath.

well, 2 years later, i'm contemplating attempting to shake my thing for staches. they're just getting too big. even the nyt is paying attention. more movies and indie bands have followed, along with general public personalities. i'm at a loss. it feels so deeply ingrained, but i hate being subject to such fads. what's a girl to do?

el restarante

the top 5 most interesting dishes offered at Heyworth Restaurant

5. Butt Steak
4. Beef Roll
3. the Belt Buster
2. Fiddle Faddle Club
1. Wing Ditties ("music for your taste buds")

07 enero 2009

02 enero 2009

el fin del ano

2008 was a good year. It had its minor frustrations, but no major complaints. And countless amazing moments, but inspired by kj, who was inspired by sherm, here’s a list of the top fifteen 24 hour periods of 2008 (in chronological order)

1. The last day in Tobago

2. The Warden, the Widowmaker, and the Overfiend converge in New York

3. Public Nudity at the Green Lantern

4. Scammellot (May edition)

5. Stroh Day

6. Kickapoo camping

7. A massive night

8. Gordo’s wedding

9. Scammelltoberfest!!!

10. A wedding in Milwaukee

11. Northwestern Reunion

12. Drag Races on my Birthday

13. November 5 at the White House

14. Thanksgiving Weekend

15. Dancing at the Marx Cafe