This morning I abandoned my bike next to a gas station. I also threw the old sheet i've been sleeping on the last week down a garbage chute. I'm planning to leave a dying pair of sandals and the toaster I bought when i got here too. Temporary status is an odd experience... one that I quite like, but i'm not sure i fully understand yet. To live in a situation which is definitely fleeting is, in some ways, a contradiction. It doesn't seem like it should be, i mean, we all do things temporarily - take a vacation, go to school, rent an apartmant, i mean even your whole life, right, is a temporary arrangement. Depending on your persuasion, it might brief layover, one of a sequence of repeating scenes, or the whole shebang, but it's temporal limitations are unavoidable (at least so far).
But to be stably fleeting in this already fleeting existence has been an odd experience over the last several weeks. I've always been a person who likes things - ephemera - objects, but since arriving in Miami none of my stuff (except my books, always always my books) matters much because it's 'miami stuff'. Stuff I will leave behind, or even if i don't, it's stuff I could leave behind.
I'm not sure what this adds up to necessarily, but it seems to me there's some sum worth discovering. Of course there's the cringe-worthy cliché about not letting your things own you or caring more about the people around you than the things around you, but ideas like these are clichés precisely because they are so wildly uninteresting. I'm also not the first to come to this less-than-brilliant conclusion. In the introduction of his recent bookThe Art of Life, Zygmunt Bauman discusses the same phenomenon as it relates to living arrangement and happiness. I've not read it all yet, but his thinking about the state of happiness seems somewhat in line with my own.
I've lost all track of what originally inspired this post, but i know it's something that means a lot to me. And i'm sure it's terribly important.
31 July 2010
26 July 2010
Bitter Salt
I love summer tent pole movies as much as anyone. I enjoy it when I'm blown away by one (say, Dark Knight), pleasantly surprised by them (Iron Man), or even when I just get what I expect out of it
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December 2017
Gosh, i do vaguely recall this summer that i spent in Miami while studying at FIU. I saw a lot of movies. Salt which i honestly recall not at all except that i think it was a movie that Angelina Jolie was in...
I remember telling my Haitian Creole class the following day during some Q&A exercises that i had gone to see Salt, and everyone thought it was pretty funny, because it was presumed i'd just gone to see Angelina Jolie in the movie... I think i went to see the random action flick because i'd seen pretty much all the movies that summer living alone in West Miami.
Also, i presume Salt was going to be the movie that i got what i expected out of it... If not, this was poised to be a much more complicated post than i originally thought.
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December 2017
Gosh, i do vaguely recall this summer that i spent in Miami while studying at FIU. I saw a lot of movies. Salt which i honestly recall not at all except that i think it was a movie that Angelina Jolie was in...
I remember telling my Haitian Creole class the following day during some Q&A exercises that i had gone to see Salt, and everyone thought it was pretty funny, because it was presumed i'd just gone to see Angelina Jolie in the movie... I think i went to see the random action flick because i'd seen pretty much all the movies that summer living alone in West Miami.
Also, i presume Salt was going to be the movie that i got what i expected out of it... If not, this was poised to be a much more complicated post than i originally thought.
25 June 2010
In a Sunburned Land
Hello faithful readers!
I am arrived in Miami, living in a condo near Florida International University where I am spending the next 6 weeks studying Haitian Creole.
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February 2019
Wow, i seemed so positive and upbeat at the outset here.
On my first night in Miami, i broke the bed. I was sub-renting an apartment off West Flagler Street near 97th, and staying inamongst the stuff of a Chinese professor who'd left for the summer. It was minimally furnished, and the bed was a cheaper-than-IKEA structure. When i first lay down on the bed uncarefully, it cracked, but didn't break. The rest of the summer i slept sorta spread-eagle hoping to balance the weight so it wouldn't fully collapse.
That summer i saw every movie in theatres. I ate Papa John's pizza so often that the crew knew me by name. I ate at Denny's, because they had free wifi. I had Netflix DVDs delivered to me in Miami nearly every day - because i was on a 3-Disc plan and i was finishing one or more almost every day. I took the bus (and waited for the bus in the heat, my god, the heat) and got a used bike cheap, which i eventually abandoned for broken next to a gas station.
But i didn't know all of this when i started this post. I spent a summer learning Haitian Creole - and learned it well. To this day i can read and write and understand and speak Haitian. On my return to Milwaukee, i was asked to return to Mahler, almost magically, and things began, slowly, to turn around.
This was an important summer in my life i think - i still think. I wrote my dissertation in my head over the course of this summer. It's every bit as good as it was when i first came across it in the ether.
I am arrived in Miami, living in a condo near Florida International University where I am spending the next 6 weeks studying Haitian Creole.
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February 2019
Wow, i seemed so positive and upbeat at the outset here.
On my first night in Miami, i broke the bed. I was sub-renting an apartment off West Flagler Street near 97th, and staying inamongst the stuff of a Chinese professor who'd left for the summer. It was minimally furnished, and the bed was a cheaper-than-IKEA structure. When i first lay down on the bed uncarefully, it cracked, but didn't break. The rest of the summer i slept sorta spread-eagle hoping to balance the weight so it wouldn't fully collapse.
That summer i saw every movie in theatres. I ate Papa John's pizza so often that the crew knew me by name. I ate at Denny's, because they had free wifi. I had Netflix DVDs delivered to me in Miami nearly every day - because i was on a 3-Disc plan and i was finishing one or more almost every day. I took the bus (and waited for the bus in the heat, my god, the heat) and got a used bike cheap, which i eventually abandoned for broken next to a gas station.
But i didn't know all of this when i started this post. I spent a summer learning Haitian Creole - and learned it well. To this day i can read and write and understand and speak Haitian. On my return to Milwaukee, i was asked to return to Mahler, almost magically, and things began, slowly, to turn around.
This was an important summer in my life i think - i still think. I wrote my dissertation in my head over the course of this summer. It's every bit as good as it was when i first came across it in the ether.
12 May 2010
...
The stress is on the "Pursuit" in Pursuit of Happiness...
Zombie Narratives as Cultural Reset Buttons
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May 2018
In the interest of publishing the stagnating drafts and have full release (in the non massaganistic sense) of the blog, i present two headlines... Perhaps they were both meant to be posts in and of themselves one day (they certainly have the resonance for it).
They're both ideas that i've worked out a bit, but not that i've written out fully in any way. Happiness is not guaranteed in America in the same way that Life and Liberty are. And Zombies help us think about the future and what we might do differently.
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May 2018
In the interest of publishing the stagnating drafts and have full release (in the non massaganistic sense) of the blog, i present two headlines... Perhaps they were both meant to be posts in and of themselves one day (they certainly have the resonance for it).
They're both ideas that i've worked out a bit, but not that i've written out fully in any way. Happiness is not guaranteed in America in the same way that Life and Liberty are. And Zombies help us think about the future and what we might do differently.
14 April 2010
The Bird Contract
Odd Side-Note: This post was actually written (but evidently not published) in April 2010, but when I went to post it it changed to yesterday's date. Not sure why this is as typically when I've done this, it posts on the date the post was originally written. Just an FYI if blogger has changed something and there start appearing oddly timed posts... [Solution Solved!]
Yesterday as i was walking from my parking spot to campus, i watched two male cardinals having a mid-air fight. They were frolicking, swooping, diving - seemed to be having an all-round good spring time together (or at least as much fun as I assume any wild animals have on a given day in an urban environment).
Then, as I watched, the one cardinal (who I've come to think of as 'evil cardinal') chased the other (innocent cardinal) toward the road and he was summarily hit by the windshield of a Toyota Camry. The erstwhile bird came to rest not 10 feet in front of me. A few of you may recall that this is not even my first run in with a bird dying at my feet. Needless to say i was taken aback and the rest of the day had a heavy quality to it, but nothing else really took place, but I am on notice. One bird tragedy is nothing to get worked up about and a second may just be a coincidence, but were i to find myself present at a third bird massacre I would feel compelled to take action.
Yesterday as i was walking from my parking spot to campus, i watched two male cardinals having a mid-air fight. They were frolicking, swooping, diving - seemed to be having an all-round good spring time together (or at least as much fun as I assume any wild animals have on a given day in an urban environment).
Then, as I watched, the one cardinal (who I've come to think of as 'evil cardinal') chased the other (innocent cardinal) toward the road and he was summarily hit by the windshield of a Toyota Camry. The erstwhile bird came to rest not 10 feet in front of me. A few of you may recall that this is not even my first run in with a bird dying at my feet. Needless to say i was taken aback and the rest of the day had a heavy quality to it, but nothing else really took place, but I am on notice. One bird tragedy is nothing to get worked up about and a second may just be a coincidence, but were i to find myself present at a third bird massacre I would feel compelled to take action.
10 March 2010
ri bondye
I'm reading Ishmael Reed's Mumbo Jumbo (1972) and came across an interesting point. "Nowhere," he says, "is there an account or picture of Christ laughing" (97). This struck me as essentially true - nowhere in my recollections or 10 minutes of google-image searching is there a (canonic) picture of Jesus laughing, giggling, or even much of a smirk.
Of course 'Jesus is love', right, and I assume love is happiness, joy, happiness, laughter, 'good-ness in general', right?
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May 2018
In returning to this post so much later, I am immediately reminded of Buddy Christ (which i've added in hindsight - it occurs to me that many of my drafts that i finish retroactively remain colorless and uninteresting, because they almost never have pictures!).
I think this post was going to be a diatribe on religion, or an early public embracing of atheism or perhaps an early exploration of the relative joys of the Vodou pantheon and the disparate personalities you find in the loa as compared to the relative hemogeny of the holy trinity.
Although my personal belief system has only solidified more since starting this post, i am more and more often flummoxed by public atheists' open hostility to religion writ large. I very much understand the social, historical, anthropological, cultural, psychological and even physical (not to mention psychical) reasons that people take part in religion. The desire or push by non-believers to try to dissuade those who believe is in some ways reciprocity (anti-evangelical), but i don't see it as supporting the goal of atheism - which i generally think to be truth-seeking.
Part of joining (most religions) requires expressions (publicly or privately) of faith. That being said, part of the joy of taking part in religious events, services, etc. is the very simple act of joining. Years before i even started this post, i read Barbara Ehrenreich's excellent Dancing In The Streets, which traces the history of collective joy from medieval dance manias to modern rock shows or live sports events. America especially, but modern western life in general, too, has gotten bad at being together (see Bowling Alone and even EPIC 2014 to understand this more fully).
Much of joining (only less than youth-ful indoctrination) is that the world as-is, is a pretty frakking depressing place to be. Religion can help that. I enjoy attending religious ceremonies mostly for the anthropological ambiance. It's fascinating to see how people (your own people included) worship, and how far afield it feels from my life, but how lovely it is that it seems close to the lives of others.
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May 2018
In returning to this post so much later, I am immediately reminded of Buddy Christ (which i've added in hindsight - it occurs to me that many of my drafts that i finish retroactively remain colorless and uninteresting, because they almost never have pictures!).I think this post was going to be a diatribe on religion, or an early public embracing of atheism or perhaps an early exploration of the relative joys of the Vodou pantheon and the disparate personalities you find in the loa as compared to the relative hemogeny of the holy trinity.
Although my personal belief system has only solidified more since starting this post, i am more and more often flummoxed by public atheists' open hostility to religion writ large. I very much understand the social, historical, anthropological, cultural, psychological and even physical (not to mention psychical) reasons that people take part in religion. The desire or push by non-believers to try to dissuade those who believe is in some ways reciprocity (anti-evangelical), but i don't see it as supporting the goal of atheism - which i generally think to be truth-seeking.
Part of joining (most religions) requires expressions (publicly or privately) of faith. That being said, part of the joy of taking part in religious events, services, etc. is the very simple act of joining. Years before i even started this post, i read Barbara Ehrenreich's excellent Dancing In The Streets, which traces the history of collective joy from medieval dance manias to modern rock shows or live sports events. America especially, but modern western life in general, too, has gotten bad at being together (see Bowling Alone and even EPIC 2014 to understand this more fully).
Much of joining (only less than youth-ful indoctrination) is that the world as-is, is a pretty frakking depressing place to be. Religion can help that. I enjoy attending religious ceremonies mostly for the anthropological ambiance. It's fascinating to see how people (your own people included) worship, and how far afield it feels from my life, but how lovely it is that it seems close to the lives of others.
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