It’s the right thing to do, but we have to do it right.

Thomas Friedman was on CSPAN2 last night.

The show was really compelling. Friedman seemed to have a compassion for the Arab world that led to understanding of the situation.

I think compassion is really important in times of war…Actually, it’s important right before times of war. Which would be now.

This has been one of my difficulties in discussing the Iraq situation with folks. I know for sure that no one I have met understands the situation even fundamentally.

Yes, we know about non-compliance of resolutions. We know about the possible consequences of mass-destruction weapons.

But before you engage someone, it seems intelligent to understand their motivation.

Calling Saddam insane, which W. essentially did in his State of the Union address, is simply lazy diplomacy.

Just saying “He’s crazy! He might do anything!” is a very weak strategic position.

I don’t know if I agree with everything he said, because I haven’t checked it all out yet. But he’s the first person I’ve heard that I had initial respect for.

I just keep thinking that we haven’t really sat down and LISTENED yet.

Go Lakers!

I had to go to a sales demo thing this afternoon. I was kind of looking forward to it. Polycom is a good company, and I knew they had some new stuff.

They had a raffle at the end. I had almost left, cause I had a conference to kick off. But I didn’t leave and I’m glad.

I WON LAKER TICKETS!

Lakers v. Celtics at Staples Center.

I get to see Shaq and Kobe in person!
From the VIP suite, even.

This is my fourth season as a lakers fan. I was introduced to them by my cute boyfriend. I was a huge SNOB about sports. Sports, as with all TV, was only for the loss masses who didn’t read.

SNIFF

But my cute boyfriend could read, so my theory was on shaky ground. He said he could intruduce the sport in such a way that I would enjoy it.

At first I thought that it was good, because it was couch-cuddle time. But he had been a fan for long enough, he knew all kinds of detais about the players. He told about their lives, and introduced the drama to me.

I am hooked now.

I like to give different players nicknames. Naturally, anyone who is not a Laker is assumed evil. Stoudemire of the Portland Blazers is the Sodomizer. Ostertag of the Utah Jazz is Osterwuss. Reggie Miller is so amazing to look at. I think he is beautiful, every single sinew in his body is visible to the naked eye. And he is FAST! I call him the Ethiopian chicken, because of that joke i heard in grade school: “what’s the fastest animal on earth?” He is honorarily un-evil because I love watching him move.

Of course, the former lakers I have known still hold a place in my heart. I think Lue (aka Glue) is adorable.

Shaq and Kobe are the stars of the Lakers. But I have respect for the other players. Madsen is the dork, but he’s a serious player. Old Man Horry comes through when you need him. Fisher has lost his headband. What happened, man? I hardly recognize you! But he’s very nice to look at too. He always looks very serious, and he has those big round muscles. He’s solid.

I was very sad when Chick died. It’s not the same without him.

And I have been creating a theory that Phil Jackson’s little underlip shock of white hair is his attempt to evolve into baleen. It’s quite useful to be able to eat plankton!

Well, I could go on. But I’m quite excited about the game. The 21st! In the VIP suite. Yay me!

Poetrychoir: view, inter- and re-

Inspiration House Poetrychoir: the Spoken Word in the Neighborhood

At 9 p.m. on February 28, Peter J. Harris, host of KPFK’s Inspiration House, organized a Poetrychoir at the Rock Rose Art Gallery at 4108 North Figueroa in Highland Park. The theme for the event was achieving peace.

Inspiration House airs on 90.7 FM Monday nights; from 10 p.m. to 11 p.m. Harris founded the show, which features a single poet speaking aloud their work over musical accompaniment.

The Poetrychoir event was based on the same model as Inspiration House performances, however a total of seven poets would perform in the same show. This event was the first of its kind. As Harris said, “I wanted to bring voices together in a format where we could sorta sing.”

The poets were Peter J. Harris himself, and Gloria Alvarez, Carlos Ramirez, Sequoia Mercier, V Kali, Jawanza Dumisani, and finally Dorian Merina. The accompanying musicians were Michael Ligon on the baby grand piano, Marcos Loya on bass, and Rafael Robledo played the guitar. The performers had not rehearsed together, or been told what they were expected to do. The event was meant to unfold. As Harris said, “If you trust writers—trust their creativity and their intelligence—the rest is the gift of improvisation.”

As the musicians prepared the audience for what they were about to hear, Harris stepped up to the microphone, “Put down your gun. Pick up your baby,” he said. As he spoke out his poem, the night’s event began.

Harris introduced the other poets with this statement: “The writers that will join me are writers of uncommon witness, of long voice.” When he finished introducing the poets and the audience, each poet spoke their poems in turn. Unaware of what to expect from each other until after it was voiced, the poets chose their pieces to fit the moment and the performance.

The musicians played beautifully behind the poems, pausing occasionally to catch the feeling of the new poem being brought out. Ligon described it this way: “a lot of gospel, spiritual and soulful music.”

The poets were different from one another. Alvarez frequently used Spanish and English together in one poem; V Kali liked to use images from music, even singing occasionally as part of the poem. Ramirez used his poetry to describe with frightening realism scenes that seemed to be actual events from his life. Mercier took the opportunity to highlight her poems of physical pleasure and intimacy. Dumisani placed his words together to create diamond-cut meaning. Merina took the simplest ideas and used them to open the gates of heaven.

The choir was a success. The beauty of the music and the spoken words absorbed the listeners. It was an extraordinary event.

The surroundings for the performance were helpful to contemplating peace as well. The Rock Rose Gallery had a display of visual arts—paintings, sculptures, mosaics, and others—with the theme “Visions of Peace.” The gallery’s director Rosamaria Marquez said, “Creating a sense of community through the arts, that’s our mission at Rock Rose.” Rock Rose has an active community calendar, often with several events each week.

Enigma

(This is Cross-posted)

I’m listening to an old CD…Enigma” MCMXC a.D.”

I love this CD. It rocked my world when I first found it. At that time, I didn’t notice that it had all kinds of sub-texts going on.

All I cared about was the beat. I had never heard that kind of mesmerizing synthetic beat before, and I could not get enough of it.

And the album is so sexy!

Later, when I actually listened to it, I did hear all the intelligence put into it. THe juxtapositions of desires inside a person. The music is very trace-like, and it nudges your thoughts in the direction of contemplating very deep desires, the desires of the spirit, soul and body.

Enigma was smart about it. They (he? I don’t even know) used a lot of very interesting sounds to let the listeners create their own train of thoughts.

I still love it.

Even though I’ve found additional sources of synthetic beats.

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My Votes for the Critiqees

Here we go!

Best short series or special: The Forsyte Saga. I enjoyed it tremendously, and I’ve watched my tape of it again more than once. Good Show, PBS!

Best film: The Hours. Those ladies were fabulous.
Runner up: Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers Tolkien Rocks, and the movie was really good.

I thoroughly regret having no opinion on books of 2002. I am pretty sure I have never read a book the year it came out–not once in my life. I gravitate to the old, approved classics. Teachers of literature approve of me.

But maybe I should join the new millenium.

That daring devil

(This is cross posted)

Is it the sunglasses? is it the blind thing? I don’t know, but Ben Affleck was very sexy in this movie.

It was darker than I expected from a comic strip movie. Superman has always delivered his criminals into the hands of justice, and they always went to jail.

Batman sent them off to the institute for the Criminally insane.

But Daredevil just kills ’em.

He probably shouldn’t do that. That’s what I was thinking as I watched it.

And the character started thinking it too, after a while. It ended up being one of the motivating forces in the plot.

While I wouldn’t call it a work of cinematic genius, I really enjoyed it. I’d watch it again.

Especially to see Affleck in that red leather suit again.