Saturday, May 27, 2006
I had the pleasure of spending a few days in Bovill this week. It’s really a beautiful, but sad place, almost alpine, where some years it snows until June. Getting out of the land of starched shirts and into such a rustic setting is a bit of a culture shock. I walked around the town to see what I could see, almost expecting to hear dueling banjos around every corner. I didn’t bother to change out of my starched shirt &etc, so the locals stared as if I were from another planet. I was told before I went to ‘lock your car in Bovill’ but I never got that feeling while there. The local tavern was full of apparently unemployed men at 10am, not good. Bovill: another example of the decline of rural America, where those who are left behind are left out.
Friday, May 19, 2006
The original Blade Runner, Metropolis takes place in 2026, when the populace is divided between workers who must live in the dark underground and the rich who enjoy a futuristic city of splendor (with a lot of dramatic license thrown in, kind of like the difference between West Riverside and say West First in downtown Spokane).
Unfortunately, a large chunk of the original movie has been lost. But the recent Kino Video version released in Dec? 2003 is the most complete version in 75 years. The storyline is simplistic but the images will sear intro your brain, probably forever-in short, an impressive film.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Whereas the extant canned music companies proceed from the basis of regularizing environments by blanketing their acoustic and atmospheric idiosyncracies, Ambient Music is intended to enhance these. Whereas conventional background music is produced by stripping away all sense of doubt and uncertainty (and thus all genuine interest) from the music, Ambient Music retains these qualities. And whereas their intention is to `brighten' the environment by adding stimulus to it (thus supposedly alleviating the tedium of routine tasks and levelling out the natural ups and downs of the body rhythms) Ambient Music is intended to induce calm and a space to think.
Ambient Music must be able to accomodate many levels of listening attention without enforcing one in particular; it must be as ignorable as it is interesting.
BRIAN ENO September 1978
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Try any of these gems and I guarantee an effect on your very being-no kidding!
All the King's Men, Robert Penn Warren
The great American novel (according to me). Much less about the ‘dictator of Louisiana’ than a wonderfully lyrical meditation on a man finding himself. You guys out there got that?
Portrait of a Lady, James
Where James contemplates the contrast between appearance and reality and the perils of not seeing.
The Good Soldier: A Tale of Passion, Ford Madox Ford
Ouch! Sometimes it all ends in confusion.
Women in Love, D.H. Lawrence
Wow! Don’t let your kids see this-or better yet, make them read and discuss.
Sentimental Education, Flaubert
This guy can really write.
Money and leisure can be a curse. It’s kind of a 19th century predecessor of ‘Seinfield’ without the humor. If you read this-please tell me what you think-I absolutely need to know!
A House for Mr. Biswas, V.S. Naipaul
Is it all really this futile? I mean, the poor guy just wanted a house. But really, the novel captures the fundamental nature of the human condition.
The Perennial Psychology of the Bhagavad Gita, Swami Rama
Captures the essence of this beautiful, religious, hmm…no psychological work. It won’t necessarily make you a better person, but at least you’ll know a way (hint-it’s all about the yoga).
Thursday, May 04, 2006
The pic-it’s summer, I’m in a garden, I must be happy or something.
So I'm out of ideas already. Maybe I just need inspiration...a muse...a muse I tell you!
Just to clarify, I have nothing in common with the guy in the previous post. I wish I had his ears though.
Weekends in the country-peaceful, quiet, birds chirping, you can play music really loud and no one cares. It’s nice to get back to nature after the wild cacophony that makes up downtown Spokane. I do kind of miss the freak show down on the street, but the countryside has it’s own version, they just don’t walk past the porch much.
The cabin was named Trillium by my grandfather due to the elusive and lovely flowers that grew in the back lot-what an interesting guy he was.