Monday, May 31, 2010

Music Industry: Stay awake!

I'm reading a book about the internets and the music industry (Ripped by Greg Kot). And there's a couple things I've read so far that were a bit funny.

In chapter 15 he's talking about how labels in the 90s got in the business of SUPER promoting only a small number of people, making them into mega-artists:
"So when the system started to buckle in the post-Napster era, upper-crust artists were reluctant to pull a Prince and go into business for themselves. ... Musicians loved to complain about their record companies... but few were eager to assume the responsibilities of distributing and marketing their music."

And in chapter 18, re. how Radiohead had a #1 album because of leaking it onto the internets, and where they should go with their future albums/promotion, Radiohead said this:

"it's about effort. Effort and energy. And whether we really can be asked to start a 'revolution' at this particular moment, when actually the first priority is all the other stuff. ... I love picking fights. However, there has to be a natural reason to do it."

The comments remind me of a song by Steve Bell. It's written from the perspective of the apostles in the garden of Gethsemane, trying to stay awake but unable to. I've always enjoyed the song because it's a great representation of the feeling that you have something important you know you should be doing, but you just can't get up the energy to do it.

There's a part of my ready now
But mostly I just want to sleep one more hour
...
All of us thought we were ready
All of us thought we were fit
Not one of us thought it would end
In a slumbering bliss

I can imagine a lot of big artists feeling this way when they saw Prince first walk away from the big labels. You know that if you join him, it would make quite the statement; but ummm... you've got this new album you're working on, and how would you promote it anyway, and all the work involved, and the Big 5 suck but what can we do about it? etc.

Scenes from a marriage - High Five

Scene: On the bus, Mabel asks Fernando for a high five, which he doesn't give.

Mabel - You left me hanging. You never leave a brother hanging.
Fernando - Good thing you're not a brother.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Fave Comments - Silent edition

There's only one comment for the following movie:

"You are the heir to an immense fortune".

I'll bet that pony express letter was the precursor to today's spam email from my friend, the Nigerian Prince.

(By the way, this is a movie by the Native American director James Young Deer, starring his Native wife Lillian St. Cyr.

My boyfriends Crabtree & Brackenreid


So one of the TV shows I can't resist sticking to is Murdoch Mysteries. They were originally a couple of TV movies based on books by Maureen Jennings, about a Toronto detective using early forensics. When it morphed into a regular TV series, with different actors, it took on a lighter tone than the books, but it's super entertaining.

They have full episodes at CityTV, and there are some uploaded on youtube. The one below (Me, Myself and Murdoch) is the one I just watched (seaons 3) and it's one of the best--as many commentors agree, the acting is great in this one.



The best part, as with most shows, is the chemistry between the core team of characters.

William Murdoch is our hero--a very tightlaced, moral Catholic. He's basically a science geek, and therefore incomprehensible to his Chief Inspector.




Brackenreid: In the beginning he was the usual old fashioned Irish policeman with no patience for Murdoch's poofty-science investigating. What I like about the series is that they grew the character, so that he appreciates Murdoch even if he doesn't get him. He's so unrepentantly Mr Tough Guy that (a) he's quite funny and (b) he's the one you want when it's time to rough up a suspect!

Crabtree: He's our #1 constable sidekick. He's a young goof, but he also looks up to Murdoch so as the series progresses you see him turning into a really good detective, picking up on Murdoch's skills. He's so cute I just loves him. He's only had a one-episode love interest, centering around his love of dogs and an animal activist. I hope he gets another.

Dr. Ogden: Julia is our chick coroner. She's very progressive--so much so that the path to romance isn't always easy between her and Murdoch. Murdoch is broadminded, but Julia's a little more freewheeling, and in no rush to marry and have children. They do a good job using her to address feminist issues of the time.


Sex and the City 2 - just too too

I rarely go out to see movies, so I doubt I would have seen Sex in the City 2 in the theater, but the reviews are pretty stinky so I don't think I'll rent it either. I'm careful about which reviews I read, because I'm not big on wholesale trashing of something that is predominately loved and consumed by women.

I enjoyed the show, and I thought the previous movie was alright. But when I saw the preview to SC2, I shuddered in apprehension of Deaded Orientalism. Sand dunes and camels and Lawrence of Arabia based fashion. But without seeing the movie I wouldn't judge whether they handle the Middle Eastern setting with sensitivity or not.

Apparently not:

OK, a bubble gum approach to reality is to be expected from "SATC2." And one could imagine a scenario in which the frothy light comedy could be used to erase mutual misunderstandings. After all, Muslim women around the world, who religiously watched the show, would love a strong, empowered Muslim female "SATC" character who could enlighten Western audiences about the complex, and at times oppressive, reality of Middle Eastern women while simultaneously rocking Ferragamos. Instead, the film exists in a wacky cultural vacuum blissfully unaware of its own arrogance and prejudices.

AO Scott, the New York Times reviewer I like, was pretty mild and cautious in his criticism:

Yes, it’s supposed to be fun. And over the years audiences have had the kind of fun that comes from easy immersion in someone else’s career, someone else’s sex life, someone else’s clothes. But “Sex and the City 2” is about someone else’s boredom, someone else’s vacation and ultimately someone else’s desire to exploit that vicarious pleasure for profit. Which isn’t much fun at all.


And a Muslim woman who loved the series and the previous woman wrote this in the comments of Scott's review:

While I understand that they are not supposed to be like the average American woman, they should still embody the care and warmth American women have! They spend the whole movie traipsing around complaining of their lavish lives replete with nannies and maids in the middle of a recession. I could not feel any connection with the lovely characters I loved so much during the run of the series.

Meh.

You can see clips here.

Friday, May 28, 2010


Good golly miss molly but the internets is full of great research. Time-consuming, but mind blowing.


Q. Can I give Genie, in 1917, a home in San Fran but a movie studio in LA?
A. Yes--Southern Pacific ran an overnight line, the Owl, for businessmen traveling to and from SF and LA. [You can even watch a model of it! See below.] It trip took 14 hours.



Q. Where would a movie studio be?
A. Many at the time were in Edendale, but she could also get herself a ranch and make a mini town.

The internets even answers questions I didn't know it could answer, and therefore didn't ask.

Q. Did any Native Americans direct early movies?
A. Have you heard of James Young Deer?
Q. No! Good heavens. What about black studio owners?
A. Yes, yes, we have those too: The Lincoln Motion Picture Company, and the Micheaux Book and Film Company.
Q. Well I'll be a monkey's uncle.
A. I don't suppose you know where most black people in San Francisco lived?
Q. Ahem. Um, well--
A. Not very smart are you.
Q. Compared to the internets, no.

Uh Duh Moment

Bill: The only true wisdom consists in knowing that you know nothing.
Ted: ... ... ... That's us dude!

(Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure)

Earlier this week I had a mild Dark Night of the Soul. Let's call it an Overcast Day of the Soul. I've been fretting, for a couple months now, that maybe I don't have the discipline or drive to ever get published. If I'm never published that's okay, cause it's really hard; but how much I max out my possibilities is up to me. So I've been feeling un-maxed.

It's not just because I work full-time again, though of course that's part of it. It's a question of what happens to that non-work time.

* Movies - I rarely go to the movies, and don't rent them much. So that's ok.
* TV - I can avoid getting overly committed, but I'm fooling myself if I think I can give up PBS mysteries and other good British tv, and some comedies. And I occasionally get a new DVD set that I enjoy working my way through, like Entourage.
* Books - Well obviously I'm not about to give up reading. I usually have about 5 on the go at one time, and usually read every morning before work.
* Internets - Here's the real culprit. And I'd be fooling myself to think I can cut down on it. I've tried, it just doesn't happen. It divides into...
- communicating with people I know: Not too bad. I check email about once a day, and give facebook a good read about once a week.
- blogging: Time consuming, but something I've committed to.
- commenting: I do a bit.
- reading or listening to music: This is where most of the time goes. I'm fascinated by almost everything. Today I read a comparison of baby strollers, even though I don't possess anything of babylike substance. If online reading were packaged into page numbers, I'd be through several War & Peaces by now.

And so my inner head wheel kept running... what to give up? How to give it up?

I poured out my woes to my husband. And thankfully he came through with the goods. [Pictured here, with Nombly whispering the secrets of the universe into his ear.]

My husband feels--as do I--that I'm not a super smarty at any one thing. I'm kind of a B+ or A- in everything I undertake. I have a few B's, like cooking, but anything less than a B (aka: sports) and I lose interest.

- I have a good, general knowledge of music
- I have a broad but not very deep knowledge of literature / books
- I have fairly good, natural people skills
- I'm funny, but I'm not The Funny Kid at the Back of the Class
- I'm smart, but I have friends much smarter than me --> I was an A- in English Lit, and an A- in Political Science.
- I know a lot of Stuff, but I don't remember details, and I don't think fast on my feet, so I'm not a good Trivial Pursuit player.
- I'm a pretty good teacher, but I'm not Oh My God THAT Teacher
- I'm a good writer, but I'm not The Next PG Wodehouse, waiting in the undiscovered wings

Back to Fernando's Opinion. Fernando has always thought that what I'm best at is taking all these its and bits of things I know, and putting them together in a useful or interesting way.

So his question for me, during this Overcast Day of the Soul, was: Would you still write like a London Mabel if you didn't do all the things that you love to do? They might detract from my time, but I also don't know what they contribute towards my style and content.

And that idea sat so totally right with me, that I sat in the Subway restaurant feeling slightly stupid.

Since as long as I can remember I've been preaching the gospel of Stop Looking at Other People and Just Be Yourself, and I've been breaking this very rule. It shouldn't surprise me that breaking a Cardinal Value led to an overcast soul. Let's say there is a Type of Person who gets published, because they're more disciplined about they spend their time, and therefore I diminish my chances at being published because of Who I Am. Well now, that's quite alright with me. Cause I can't be anyone else.

And of course once I had this Epiphanical Moment my writer's block (researcher's block) unblocked and I've spent the past 3 days working on my book.

I guess this what Oprah would call an Aha Moment. It felt more like Uh Duh Moment, à la Missy Elliott. Must be why I married someone smarter than myself.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

random neural home dec firing

Ooh--cuteness from straydogdesigns.com.



Ahhhh zeeee mooozic for zeee vacazione

I'm having one of my Musical Journey evenings. Where I'm listening to one thing, and it leads to another, and another, and I end up going to bed too late having spent too much money.

I listen to a lot of music while researching, so sometimes I go through under-listened-to parts of my library, to weed out stuff I don't want.

1. Tonight I was going through Céline Dion's D'Elles--a collection of songs by women songwriters. One of the songs is about Maria Callas and starts with a clip of Callas singing.


2. And I thought--do I own any Callas? (Just one song.) So I had to find a Callas "best of" to buy.


3. Which got me youtubing about, listening to various sopranos.


4. Which made me think of Charlotte Church and her version of "The Water is Wide" (my fave arrangement), which led to listening to various versions of the song.


5. Which landed me on a Joan Baez & Indigo Girls version I'd never heard. Baez is lucky to have had two totally different voices in her lifetime, and both are gorgeous. I have a Young Baez version of the song. But this Old Baez is even better! I've heard the Indigo Girls do this arrangement with Jewel and Sarah McLachlan, but Baez sounds like a Long Lost Indigo Girl.


6. And so... here I am with a new Callas album, and a new Baez. And it's past my bedtime.

My Annual Bug Mystery

As you must know by now, any bug that makes its way into my home must be identified. Drives me crazy otherwise.

Right now it's some sort of flying-beetle--in all this hot weather, it's the only bug I've seen coming into the apartment over and over. We had one moth a couple weeks back, but otherwise--just this frakking beetle. A beetle which, I might add, likes flying at me.

I tried to get Haley to kill one yesterday for me, but she thinks it beneath her hunting abilities. She'll watch them, but that's it. Then Fernando walked in and whacked it with his croc. (Crocs, by the way, aren't very effective at killing bugs.) I can kill my own bugs, I just don't like to cause I feel like a Bad Vegan. But later last night I did kill one because... well how can you fall asleep with a bug in your room that you know favors hanging out with you?

Now I think there's one hiding in my Kleenex box. I wish it would at least sit out where I can see it and identify it. It looks like this, but black or dark brown, so I wonder if it's some sort of tree pest. The trees 'round here have taken a beating the last couple years.

...

Aha! I was about to give up, but then I pursued the "bark beetle" angle and I think I've got it. A brown spruce beetle. Well, now I know it's a pest, so I won't feel bad for just killing another two. There's still plenty to go around.

Friend Mae, who holds books sacred, would I think shudder at my bug killing technique, which involves (a) a well placed Kleenex, and then (b) a well placed book. Tomes of choice tonight were a book about Prince, and White Teeth. Now maybe I should turn off the light in my room so they'll leave me alone.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

eBooks: A little less Metallica, a little more Jules Verne

I was listening to a broadcast yesterday, from a Montreal lit festival, about ebooks. A lot of times when I listen to these discussions, I find a lot fear, thinly veiled by scorn and doubt about the new technology. It reminds me of the attitude surrounding the creation of sound-with-film, which I'm currently researching for my book. And of course it sounds a lot like the music industry when digital music first came upon them (which I'm also researching.)


If people get too dragged down by fear, then they're going to lose out. For example, when Napster first hit the scene, the music companies (and certain heavy metal bands) freaked out and responded by shutting them down. As they now acknowledge, it was totally the wrong approach:

We used to fool ourselves…We used to think our content was perfect just exactly as it was. We expected our business would remain blissfully unaffected even as the world of interactivity, constant connection and file sharing was exploding. And of course we were wrong. How were we wrong? By standing still or moving at a glacial pace, we inadvertently went to war with consumers by denying them what they wanted and could otherwise find and as a result of course, consumers won. (Bronfman, head of Warner)

What if they'd worked with Napster to turn it into a subscription based music service, or something like iTunes? They could have ridden the front of the wave, instead of scrambling to catch up.


If the publishing business doesn't learn from this, then they're fools. Stop focusing on all the things that make physical books better -- you can read it on the beach! books are still greener! -- because the digital form will overtake the physical book. I don't think books will disappear, but the digital form has only just begun, so people have no idea what it's capable of. A soundtrack to go with the story? More visual content because it's just as easy/cheap to put a picture in a digital book than to put in words? Interactive content? Research content? Hyperlinked footnotes? Imagine you're reading Harry Potter #4 and a character references something that happened in book 2--and imagine if you had the capability to click on a link and it would take you back to the appropriate passage in book 2?

Right now the possibilities are endless. Our predictions about the digital form are going to be wrong, and probably as silly as a Jules Verne story; but the reality is still going to be beyond our wildest imaginations. I'll get off my soap box now.

Keeping Kool

I just chopped up the innards of the watermelon, stuck the pieces in the freezer, so we can have watermelon smoothies tonight.

And I've made myself a milkshake. Menoum.

Settle in to listen to Prince and continue researching.

Trapped in a Martha & the Vandellas song

It's 33 degrees, 35 downtown, feeling like 40 with the humidex. The record high was 33.9 in 1962. But this is supposed to be the last day of the heatwave.

I just spent an hour in the kitchen, with CBC Radio, cleaning and chopping veggies, and making fresh hummus. Uncooked food is de rigueur at the moment. Been eating a lot of faux-cheese sandwiches, avocado & apple salad, cereal.

The things you come across when researching...

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Give sex a chance

So apparently Gandhi had a bit of a kinky sex life. Apparently he was always trying to "test" his devotion to chastity by having young, hot women sleep next to him. This was the guy who took Catholicism a step further by even recommending that married people not have sex.

The fact that he could land chicks well into his 70s just seems like further proof that the ladies like them an alpha male--even if he's the alpha of peaceful protest. Power and sex once again go haaand in hand.

Also further proof that this chastity business is BS. Let the people have sex already.

Stoopid House Committee on Un-American Activities

Since it's too hot to clean, I'm back to working on my book. I'm researching early film at the moment, because that's where my story begins, and I'm up the the Communist witch hunts. I'm familiar with the subject matter, but look at this particular detail from wiki:
Scholar Thomas Doherty describes how the HUAC hearings swept onto the blacklist those who had never even been particularly active politically, let alone suspected of being Communists:
[O]n March 21, 1951, the name of the actor Lionel Stander was uttered by the actor Larry Parks during testimony before HUAC. "Do you know Lionel Stander?" committee counsel Frank S. Tavenner inquired. Parks replied he knew the man, but had no knowledge of his political affiliations. No more was said about Stander either by Parks or the committee—no accusation, no insinuation. Yet Stander's phone stopped ringing. Prior to Parks's testimony, Stander had worked on ten television shows in the previous 100 days. Afterwards, nothing.

Ouch! Jeeze Louise. Nasty stuff. Nathty. But props to Stander in how he replied when he finally was brought before the committee:

When Stander was himself called before HUAC, he began by pledging his full support in the fight against "subversive" activities:

I know of a group of fanatics who are desperately trying to undermine the Constitution of the United States by depriving artists and others of Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness without due process of law.... I can tell names and cite instances and I am one of the first victims of it.... [This is] a group of ex-Fascists and America-Firsters and anti-Semites, people who hate everybody including Negroes, minority groups and most likely themselves.... [T]hese people are engaged in a conspiracy outside all the legal processes to undermine the very fundamental American concepts upon which our entire system of democracy exists.

melting

I was going to clean my room today, but we seem to have moved from Fresh Perfect Early Summer weather to Crazy Humidity August weather. Ever since January we've had the most unpredictable weather I can remember. It was 15 degrees in February, and 0 degrees in April, and now it's 30 degrees in spring. Looks like it won't break until Friday.

banner-deedle-dee

Alright, I've set up my second domain: www.mabeltalk.com . I've realized that the blogs I personally enjoy the most are those that provide little scenes / wee moments from that person's daily life. (Well... provided that person is a bit funny.)

Like this. Or this.

And since one is generally advised to write what you yourself like to read, I started my "Scenes from..." posts. And I decided, while I was picking up my londonmabel.com, to pick up another, and try posting my Scenes From on there. I can at least say one thing: When it comes to blogging, I have Blogging Rule #1 down pat -- I post regularly. I've blogged A Great Attraction since 2007, at least on a weekly basis. And I've done my personal blog since 2006.

Now I'm trying to create a banner for Mabel Talk. I decided that since London Mabel has a Regency banner, this one should be Art Nouveau or 1920s. But Meneer. Meneeeeer. Hard to decide.

Janelle - Mushrooms and Roses

My fave song so far on the new album.

Where did all the funnies go?

Finished The Red Door. I was going to read a Jane Langton mystery next but... I can see it's been 11 books since I read a straight-out comedy. Maybe I need a little Georgette Heyer.

It is soooo hard to find witty authors à la Heyer or Wodehouse, that when I'm in the mood for it, I usually can't pick up a new book. I have to rely on a re-read. Maybe I have a romance novel kicking about that's funny enough.

I am le sigh.


Or maybe I'll go listen to my 3 audio books of Richard III, Henry IV Part 1 and Henry IV Part 2.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Scenes from a marriage - The Talking Cat

Scene: Mabel and Fernando on livingroom couch. Cat Haley is sitting on Mabel's chest, and Mabel is dropping kisses on her cheeks.

Mabel - Are your kisses sweeter than wine?

Haley (Fernando) - Wouldn't you like to know!



reading


I finished Major Pettigrew's Last Stand yesterday. I loved it. The beginning seemed a bit too cynical for what I was in the mood for--where every character is just sort of unlikable enough that it's hard to connect. But little by little Simonson built up a bit of community around the main characters, and she very slowly allowed the love story to transform Major Pettigrew until he moved from a certain pettiness to being a really heroic guy. It was very sweet.




Today I started The Red Door--the post-WWI mystery.

Friday, May 21, 2010

My Day - Little Monkey

LISTENING TO:


MY DAY:
Just finished watching the latest episode of Foyle's War--a British mystery series that takes place during and just after WWII. Sigh. SO good. The season's over, but next up is more Marple mysteries, Poirot, and Inspector Lewis. So I'll be alright.

I'm almost done Major Pettigrew, which I'm quite loving. I think I'll read a mystery next, but not sure whether to read a series I found that takes place after WWI, or to read one of my Jane Langtons.

I thought I would have no energy today to do chores, but I underestimated the weather. It's the time of year when the weather is absolutely Perfect. 20 degrees in the day, cloudless sky, and the air full of the smell of various blossoms; and then cool at night for sleeping.



I sat in bed and read Pettigrew, then cleaned the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher, then went grocery shopping. Before putting the dishes away I decided to finally wash the fridge--pull out all the drawers and such. And then I pulled the fridge right out from the wall--something I'd always been unsure of how to do, or how easy it would be. Quel dust bunnies! I keelled them all.



I made potato salad, and lentil hummus, and then I made strawberry apple juice from my new juicer. Yes, I finally caved and bought a juicer. They've been on my mind for awhile, and then I saw one today with a big fat opening so that you can fit a whole apple in it. It was as easy and quick to use and clean as my food processor.



What a productive little monkey I am!

zonked and knackered

Oh my days... on vacation at last. I had to rush to get some things done at work, and then work on some schedules at home, and then clean out my frikking work inbox which never seems to empty. Nothing like 4-5 hours of home-work on the first evening of your vacation!

Ah well, it's all done now. Course, now I have to go to bed. I need to do groceries soon, and this week I need to clean my apartment. But I suspect that tomorrow I will sit in bed and READ ALL DAY. Cause I iz sooo zonkered.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Ohhh the sadness

While I don't think it's immoral to eat meat, here's yet another reason (article below) why I remain vegan. Unless you know the farm yourself, can visit it, and can openly witness how they treat their animals, then you can never be sure if they were treated humanely. And that goes for dairy too.

Instead of relying on labels like organic, it's probably better just to decrease your meat and dairy consumption. Meh meh meh!

An undercover investigation reveals factory farm conditions at an organic, “humane” slaughterhouse.

By Liz Miller

This week, British animal welfare group Animal Aid released undercover video revealing that a purported organic, "humane" slaughterhouse confines and beats animals and does not follow humane slaughter practices. Animal Aid chose the slaughterhouse because it is certified to the highest standard in the UK, and it received humane slaughter certification from organic, eco-conscious farming group Soil Association. Inhumane practices caught on film mimic the worst violations committed on factory farms, from extreme animal confinement and abuse to slaughtering conscious animals. Critics of organic farming are calling the investigation proof that certified organic meat is no more ethical than meat produced by factory farms. (vegnews)

Navel Gazing: The Gaza Doctor

This is definitely naval gazing. But when I've got something on my mind, better out than in. If for no one else's benefit but mine.

The Gaza Doctor
Tonight I went with some buddies to a talk by Dr Izzeldin Abuelaish. He's a Palestinian doctor who was living in Gaza when it was bombed in January 2009; his house was bombed, killing three of his daughters plus his niece. (His wife had died of cancer not long before that.)

This was the
time when Israeli reporters weren't allowed to report from Gaza, so they were broadcasting nightly reports from people like Dr Abuelaish. The video below is his report on the night his children were killed:




He now lives in Toronto and has written a book called I Shall Not Hate. Which, as you can guess from the title, is about his determination not to hate Israelis in the aftermath of this tragedy, but to continue trying to bring people together. He had also worked in Israeli hospitals, and was a peace activist before the bombing.

At first I wasn't sure where his talk/interview tonight was going--he seems to speak in generalities. And when you've studied the Arab-Israeli conflict, you think about all those intractable issues, which no one can really see a way out of. Palestinian politics are so divided that it's difficult to come to peace agreements--you don't really know who's *agreeing.* You can reach an agreement with the Palestinian Authority, and still be attacked by Fatah. And like many places, the authority of these groups rests on the perception by the peeps of how well they're protecting Palestinian demands.

And much the same goes for Israeli politicians. Which is why they continue to allow Israelis to build settlements in the areas of land which are under dispute (land which, in theory, could revert to the Palestinians one day if they ever had a state--settling that land is like saying you'll never give it away.) It's hard to "give in" to Palestinian demands, because it makes it seem as though violent action is working, which then encourages more violent action. (That's the theory, and is probably true.)

And so, in a very very rough nutshell, is your stalemate. No matter how willing you are as a politician to make concessions, if your people don't support you, you won't be in power for long.

So all these sorts of things were passing through my mind as I listened to him speak. But the doctor refused to go down the path of discussing settlements, or right of return, or terrorism etc. which made his solutions seem sort of vague. But then Reisman (who was interviewing him) mentioned at one point--perhaps when she sensed the audience bewilderment at Abuelaish's vagueness--said that she too has often left conversations with him feeling like the key points weren't addressed. Until she realized that he was doing it on purpose. He was refusing to let himself be drawn down the usual paths, which generally lead to a lot of arguing (a LOT of arguing... it's easily one of the hottest, most contentious topics in the world.)

A Dipstick Poli Sci Student
When she said that, I began to think about what he was saying. I'm a dipstick poli sci student who's taken a couple courses in conflict. I understand the conflict pretty well, but I don't know how they'll ever get the hell out of it, and I'm not going to pretend to know more than a man who's lived in Gaza most of his life and lost children to war. I was trying to pull out the thread of what I needed to learn.

I thought about the first lecture I had by Professor Brecher when I was an undergrad. Brecher was in his late 70s or early 80s and I was lucky to take his class soon before he stopped teaching it. One student said he reminded her of Grampa Simpson--you'd sit there watching him, hoping he wouldn't die in the middle of the lecture. He had two great tactics for diffusing tension in his classroom (which you MUST do before you teach the subject.) First, he made it clear that this wasn't a course on the Arab-Israeli conflict; it was a course about protracted conflict, using the A-I conflict as a case study. The subject matter was DRY. Second, whenever someone asked a question (usually a belligerent one) he had to ask themselves to repeat themselves about 3 times before he heard them. Do you know what happens to a moody comment once it's been repeated three times? It gets clearer, simpler, and less emotional. Hilarious.

Anyway. My husband attended the last day of class with me, and he remembers really well Brecher's final comments. He felt that peace couldn't be forced, it would only come about once there'd been so much violence that BOTH sides became fatigued by it. Only once a situation has become completely intolerable, can people come to the negotiation table willing to make concessions that years before they would have died rather than make -- concessions you wouldn't ever dream of making. If we ever see the Israelis and Palestinians come to that point, then maybe peace will be possible. Because key concessions will HAVE to be made on both sides, there is absolutely no way around that (in my opinion.)

You won't get to that point because of some visionary leader. Anwar Sadat was as close to a visionary as you're likely to get (in part because Egypt was too poor to continue being at war with Israel), and he was assassinated 4 years after his groundbreaking move of addressing the Israeli parliament. I can remember where I was when they showed Arafat and Rabin shaking hands after the conclusion of the Oslo peace accords (I was cleaning an old lady's livingroom), and things have only gotten worse since.

You can't have visionary leaders without visionary people. And Dr. Abuelaish's main argument is that Israelis and Palestinians need to personally engage with each other more. Children are being raised with these very skewed views of each other, and in his opinion this next generation is worse than the last. About 75% of the population of the Gaza strip people are under the age of 25. That's 75% of the population raised in poverty, war, oppression, lack of employment, and growing fundamentalism--and we all know what people are like in their Terrible 22s. Young people aren't known for their concessionary attitudes, especially when they feel hopeless, powerless, and angry.

But it's easiest to be that angry (on both sides) when you look at your enemy as that Faceless Nameless Other. Just like anonymous people on chatrooms are meaner than the ones who sign in; and the ones who sign in are meaner than people who know each other in real life; and real life people are meaner behind each other's backs than they are to their faces. It's harder to hate someone who you see face to face, and sympathize with, and realize wants basically the same things as you do.

For example, he told the story of an Israeli father and his daughter at the hospital where Abuelaish worked who wouldn't even eat near the doctor and his daughter. (I may have the details wrongs, the doctor's accent was quite thick.) Then the Dr noticed the Israeli daughter drawing something, and he approached to see what she was doing. Turned out she was a first year engineering student having trouble with her homework. The doctor mentioned that his daughter was a second year architectural engineering student and could help her. And pretty soon the tables were side by side.

Me and My Family and High School
Maybe it doesn't sound very revolutionary to see the solution as: People need to connect. But I can identify with it. My step-mother's family are all French-Canadians, and it gives me a very compassionate view on the language issue. The "French people" aren't abstract to me--this is my grandmother who is one of the kindest, warmest people I've ever met; and my cousin who I used to play with when neither of us spoke the other language; and my fun aunts who always made me and my brother and father feel completely welcome and a part of their family.

I went to a French high school, which alone isn't enough to make you sympathetic to The Other--my friends were all English speaking. We often had profs chastise us for speaking English in the hallways; but I had one teacher who would take the time to stand around in the hall, or after class, and talk about the French side of the debate. He was my drama teacher, and the prof I respected most in the whole school because he had a way of teaching respect, while teaching acting. He had a firm rule that no one was allowed to judge others in his classroom--he very strictly enforced a safe space. As someone who got teased a lot, his classroom was a breath of fresh air. When you have a teacher who so adamantly creates an atmosphere of respect, you're going to respect them in return; when he talked about the French perspective on Bill 101 and such, I really listened. And to this day it's because of him, and my family, that I refuse to fan the flames of the language debate--and I'll easily take up the pro side, if I find myself in one of those "Oh this fucking province" conversations.

I suppose this idea of not judging people until you've had a chance to understand them is somewhat the foundation of all my personal philosophies. It's why I'm always raving on like a lunatic against even silly prejudices, like judging people because they read books you think are trash. Or they wear socks with their sandals. It's poisonous, it really is.

The More We Get Togeeether (remember that song?)
So. Do personal connections help bridge the gap in a protracted conflict? I think so. Heather Reisman and her husband created a charity that supports people who aren't from Israeli have elected to fight in their army. Protestors picket the Indigo and Chapters stores on a weekly basis. I have a lot of Jewish friends, but she is by far the most pro-Israeli person I know of. Will she ever disassociate herself from this army-supporting charity because of her new friendship with Dr. Abuelaish? I hope so. In any case, I'm sure something new has sparked inside of her because of this personal connection. I've never seen her push this sort of book before.

Now it would take a pretty large number of such encounters to turn the political tide in Israel and the Palestinian Territories. Maybe that large number won't come until the violence-fatigue has set in. Maybe it works hand in hand. After all, while the doctor was pro-peace to begin with, it's the death of his daughters which has sent him out to give as many interviews and speeches as he can about the dire need for the two sides to connect. Personally. He was desperately trying to get this across to one woman in the audience who just couldn't understand what he was getting at. While she acknowledged the doctor as a visionary, she doubted that there were many other such Palestinians, and he said--Go look for them. If you look for them, I promise you'll find them. And when she continued to not understand he said: I'll bring you myself, I'll show you. And I swear he was ready to walk out of the interview with her, hop on a plane to the Middle East, and introduce her to people.

And I've heard his opinion mirrored elsewhere. Anytime you hear of these kids going off to camps where they hang out with other Israeli/Palestinian children, they seem to have this sort of "they're just like me" epiphanies. I remember a Chenoys waiter once telling me the same thing. My other fabulous Arab-Israeli professor, Laila Parsons, described some group that's making an Israeli-Pal history high school text book with two columns--one with the Palestinian perspective, one with the Israeli. For each important event. (Maybe it's this project?) Sounds brilliant to me. Cause if you've taken a good course or two on this subject, or watched a good documentary, you know how complicated the history is.

I think Dr. Auelaish is right. It's only when they've reached a critical mass of people who are tired of the violence, and who are able to see The Other as A Person, will it be possible to say... okay, we'll settle for the border Here. We'll settle for only a partial and mediated right of return. We'll let a group of mediators bash out an agreement on Jerusalem and we'll follow it, no matter what decision they reach. That's why Abuelaish won't get into debates over these details--because there's probably no point. There is no *perfect* solution to this conflict. And why hammer out who should give up what when people are not yet ready for ANY concessions? The education has to come first.

So all in all, a good night. I like it when some idea that's always seemed vague to me suddenly becomes clear and concrete, because of a good book, or article, or speech. And I'm glad that Joni Mitchell (by way of Yeats) was only half right. I think the worst are "full of passion without mercy", but we've produced human beings who are better than just those who "lack conviction, given some time to think."


The best lack conviction
Given some time to think
And the worst are full of passion
Without mercy
- Joni Mitchell



On a side note:
A couple of The Usual Protestors were at this speech tonight, even though the speaker was Palestinian. The doctor was talking at one point when this man shouted: BOYCOTT INDIGO! BOYCOTT INDIGO! The doc kept talking, while the store staff asked the man to leave. As he left he kept shouting his unintelligible protests. Thing is, I don't like Reisman's charity either--I mean, for heaven's sake of all the groups you could support in this conflict, you're supporting the army?? I respect the protesters, in as much as they're out there picketing, standing up for something they believe in. But of all the talks to protest, come on. Ease. It just makes you look like an idiot to take a loud anti-Israeli position at a talk by a Palestinian called "I Shall Not Hate."

But more interesting... most of the people seated up front, who listened respectfully, who gave props to the speaker, who asked questions after the talk, were either Jewish, or Palestinian, or Lebanese, etc. While this lone protester was a young white guy. (And the other protesters I've seen are a mix of young white students and old white hippies.) And you're going to interrupt a speech about bringing the two sides together? Oh buddy. You're crazy, or way too over-privileged. If Reisman ever modifies her stance on the issue, it will be because of forgiving Palestinians who've lost children to war, and not because of people who shout over the speeches of forgiving Palestinians who've lost children to war.




My love affair with Janelle

I'm taking in Janelle Monae's new album, but I'm in no rush. What I found with her last EP was that it just got better and better, listen after listen. Nooo rush.

Here are 3 songs from her EP that show a bit of her versatility.

Many Moons - which I've watched many times cause the video is SO well done. I especially love the screaming Elvis-Presley-like female fans. And the song is sooo interesting. It just keeps changing gears and surprising you!


A stripped down version of "Sincerely Jane" - JM knows how to address topics from an ethical standpoint, without making you feel preached at. The lyrics aren't obscure, they're not overly art-ee, and yet they're simply well written. And good for her for pitting herself against the glorification of gangs--it's time for hophop to grow out of that shit.



And the first video from her new album. "Tightrope."

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

me and my little buddy


Three 7 AM shifts, each of them 8 hours of merchandising stores (minus lunch), done.

Now curled up on the sofa reading. Oooh Major Pettigrew has gotten to that unputdownable stage--the most exciting stage in every book. A little community is finally forming around the main character, which I love, and the romance is blossoming, very slowly and carefully. Meow meow meow!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Janelle Monae - Archandroid


Ooh I downloaded the new Janelle Monae album (currently posted on her myspace). Weee! Here's what Spin's review says:

Monáe can really sing; she could follow in Beyoncé's designer pumps if she wanted, but she's clearing a new path for black female entertainers. She's venturing so far away from soul that she's come back around to it. By finding spirituality in the machine she's imagined for herself, Monáe rewires the one that society has dumped on her.

Monday, May 17, 2010

me talkin' Survivor

I've only had 45 minutes of sleep, but I had to watch the Survivor finale and reunion show before going to bed. I'm not even tired yet, cause Survivor stiiimulates the brain cells. I don't know how people can knock this show, who have never watched a season starting from day 1. There is nothing like it on television, and certainly no sporting event like in real life, that I know of.

Because it's all driven by people, and people are fantastically unpredictable--which is why one of the common debates in the social sciences is whether they can really be called a science at all. That's why political scientists are shite at making predictions. It's like the name of the short story, The Most Dangerous Game (that is, hunting human beings.)

So to make for a good people watching game, you just have to deprive everyone, give them a goal worth fighting for, and then set a few rules that work in contradiction to each other. And the result will be massively suspenseful.

Of the Survivors I've watched, not one has ever been predictable. People make DUMB moves that make you jump up and down on your couch out of shock. You never see the dumb moves coming. People make really great strategic moves, but you never know if they'll work out or not. And you can play the best game in terms of the physical and mental (winning challenges), in terms of making strong alliances, and in terms of lying and manipulating people, but there's that ONE last part of the game that you still have to consider, which is that the people you backstabbed will get to decide in the end whether you get the money or not.

There are a lot of Survivor fans (including the guy who was the runner up the last two seasons) who think the winner should be the person who strategized the best, but the fact is if you didn't strategize with the jury in mind, then you didn't strategize well enough--which is why a couple of the cleverest players have never won. And if you tried to make the game without that element, it wouldn't be as fun, because it would only favor the snakes, so it's a key part of the enjoyment.

Ahhh Survivor. This is why when I want to avoid TV, I just don't watch the first few episodes. Once the game's gone far enough into the season, it's too hard to understand, so it's easy to resist. This season sucked me in! But at least it was a goodie.

Guess I'd better get some sleeps now.

I'll just go sit in the corner and cry now

My dad makes videos and such for the World Parrot Refuge on Vancouver Island, in BC. They take in abandoned or abused birds and try to give them a good life for the last of their years.

I don't know how people can work with animals in pain--I admire people like that so much. I love animals, but in a weak, cowardly way. It takes a Superman like strength to be the one who actually helps take the pain away.

This is a video of a bird thrown out by his breeder--his back broken so that his legs are now paralyzed. It's simultaneously sad and happy.

DO NOT BUY PETS!!! meh meow sob sob sob

Scenes from a marriage - The Ewok Cooking Song

Scene: Fernando is trying to tell a work story.

Mabel - You know when you're working, sometimes you should sing: Looka look laka loooola.

Fernando - [no reply]

M - Looka look laka loooola. That would help your work along.

F - [no reply]

M - I guess you're ignoring me.

F - I think we've reached that portion of the evening. Where I ignore you, and you sing looka look laka loooola.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Rooobin Hoood suuuperstaaaar

Reviews of the new Robin Hood movie aren't hot--the feeling seems to be that it's too slow, too convoluted, and takes itself too seriously.

When will people learn that they need to watch the BBC version?? Huff. It manages to keep a serious and dark side, while still having a cheeky Robin; you get one Tragicky Sexy Bad Guy and one Twisted Funny Bad Buy (for whatever your taste); nice mix of sidekicks, including a "Saracen" woman in season two; and a perfectly done romance. Until they make a movie version that does all that (and with British accents), BBC will be my *definitive* version.

Mind you, it might be a little too good. I can't bring myself to watch season 3 because I'm still heartbroken over the character they nixed in season 2.

I am so ahead of my time

Years ago I wrote a story about a friend I worked with who wanted to be a kids book writer. In my usual style, I made her into a fictional character, who meets with famous children's author Simon Nibble, and tries to get him to help her with her career. She ends up falling in love with his personal "handler."

Obviously the name Simon Nibble was a play on Robert Munsch. My Nibble character was nice and fun in front of the public, but a lech behind scenes. (Though I like to think he was a fun lech.)

Well now it seems that Robert Munsch is an alcoholic and uses cocaine. I think it's great that he's talking about it publicly--would be worse if it got out on its own.

Maybe my writing is sooo powerful that I accidentally cursed him!

Fave Comments - Prince edition

From a Prince fan forum...


Person 1 :
... like it happened "exactly" how he said it, yeah right.


Person 2:
Why do you put quotation marks around random words in your posts?

Why don't you stay awhile? See how it's done.

loo loo loooo Prince!

So Prince doesn't seem to block all his live music from youtube anymore. Hallelujah--there are videos up here from 2009.

Hmm I'm enjoying some live renditions of fave sooongs...


Annnd crazy live acts...

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Very Productive Day

- Woke up at 2 PM
- Ate breakfast and read
- Started the dishwasher
- Went back to sleep
- Woke up at 9 PM
- Watched Murdoch Mysteries
- Watched Survivor
- Read email
- Got my dot.com working
- Read light articles online (light in tone... not about lights)
- Read a couple blogs
- Watched Canada's Worst Handyman with my husband
- Watched a Dr Katz episode
- Watched trashy miniseries
- Snuggled cats
- Fed cats
- Fed self (cereal, hummus I made yesterday, veggies, almonds, dates, tea -- you see there's zero cooking involved)
- Finished reading book while listening to music

Very very productive. Now it's light out, so I'd better go to bed. I anticipate another hard working day tomorrow.

My trashy 80s


Well I finished watching one Judith Krantz miniseries. Next up: Mistral's Daughter? It was my favourite at the time.

http://shitmykidsruined.com/







Friday, May 14, 2010

Scenes from a cat - Molière and the Demon-Monkey

Scene: Sherry likes to eat his food a little bit at a time, over hours; whereas Haley gobbles hers' down in a nanosecond. When I'm at work I lock Sherry up with his bowl of softies; but in the evening I like him to be free, so I keep his bowl next to me. This has a two-fold effect of keeping Haley amused, because she spends the rest of the night trying to outwit me, to get the food. And she's often successful.

Mabel - Monkey! [Grabs Haley and flips her on her back, and then props the kobo eReader on cat's belly.] Do you need your own kobo?

Haley [sounding like Fernando] - I want my own kobo.

Mabel - To keep you amused?

Haley - Yaaaa.

Mabel - This is Molière. Can you read in French?

Haley [no reply]

Mabel - She's giving me the silent treatment now. Monkey!

Haley [in Mabel's voice] - If you can't tell the difference between a monkey and a cat, well, you're even stupider than I assumed.

Fernando - Do you really think she'd say that?

Mabel - You mean be rude?

Fernando - It seems out of character.

Mabel - You're like the father who's blind to his little girls' faults. You don't realize what a demon you harbor in your home. [Looks down at the cat, still propped on her back, legs in the air.] Monkey-demon!

[The monkey-demon growls.]

Where are you reading?


This is fun. Kobo has asked people to upload pictures showing where they're reading ebooks (on any device). I love things like "the desk where you write" and "where you're reading" (along with what you're reading, of course!)

I'm not eligible to enter, but I'd like to anyway--except I don't have a phone to take a pic of myself sitting at the bus stop or something. I'll have to bring my camera along with me next time I go out!

Here's one of the things I like about little kobo--the frouffy curlicue designs. I think they intelligently picked up on the fact that Jane Austen is their #1 downloaded author, and designed the kobo for the Jane Austen audience. But with a plain enough exterior that those who aren't into curlicues won't really notice. You can see what I mean in the top left corner of this picture.

Geordie Voice

For all the British books I read, I have surprisingly learned a new word. I'm reading Joanna Trollope's The Other Family and she keeps mentioning "his Geordie voice." I finally had to google it and discovered it's the accent of someone from, or North of, Newcastle.

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