Leg 3: IAH-LBB. Jiggity-jig.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
A tradition is a tradition because it helps people, learn, remember, or rediscover who and *where* they are.
Posted by CJS at 10:21 AM
Great insight from Rachel Unthanks: "We're just custodians. The tradition is in charge."
CW: Shut up and listen: the tradition knows more than you do.
Posted by CJS at 9:55 AM
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Isn't it interesting how accusations of "political correctness" never come from the people whose sensibilities are being considered?
Posted by CJS at 8:49 PM
Legal Sea Food, Pahk Plazer Hotel. After US Passport Office, ANYTHING's an improvement.
Posted by CJS at 12:37 PM
NM: dogs in fresh snow.
Posted by CJS at 10:00 AM
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Hoops commercials: as a New Englander, I can say AIN'T NO WAY Chris-Craft restorers drink Coors Light.
Hoops commercials: as a New Englander, I can say AIN'T NO WaY
In other news, Jeff van Gundy is a mouthy, unfunny little punk.
Posted by CJS at 6:11 PM
Heat-Lakers: Phil on bench can't mitigate Kanye, Dustin, L David et al courtside & Kobe etc on court. Go Miami!
Posted by CJS at 6:01 PM
With all due respect to the Who, the Clash, the Minutemen, NRBQ, the New Barbarians, the Allman Brothers Band, and every no-name bar-band in the land who, on any given night, deserve the title....
this is the greatest rock 'n' roll band in the world.
Best moment? When the girl in the front row, realizing what's about to happen, yells "Oh, he's gonna do it!" (e.g., this song)
Feliz Navidad, y'all.
Posted by CJS at 11:05 AM
May we all get where we're going with as much grace as the ones who Went before.
Posted by CJS at 10:34 AM
Friday, December 24, 2010
Leg 3: ORD-BDL. Gettin' close now.
Posted by CJS at 3:30 PM
Note to Anderson/Nuggets: Vanilla Ice called--he wants his hairstyle back.
Posted by CJS at 11:26 AM
Leg 2: IAH-ORD.
Posted by CJS at 11:13 AM
IAH. Time for the Prez Club's free Bloody Marys.
Posted by CJS at 9:18 AM
Leg 1: LBB-IAH.
Posted by CJS at 7:18 AM
Thursday, December 23, 2010
"I want" is overrated.
Posted by CJS at 11:45 PM
Does this year's lack of psychotic fear-mongering about the "War on Christmas" by Kyl, Inhofe, O'Reilly et al mean the war was won? Or lost?
Posted by CJS at 10:00 PM
Not a huge Saints fan, but ANYTHING--even a 10-4 record--that undermines Bush/Rove ethnic cleansing of the City is a good thing.
Posted by CJS at 12:41 PM
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Crowd for Boston Celtics at home: Jesus, that's a panorama of the City's immigrant heritage, right thayah.
Posted by CJS at 8:56 PM
Let's just say Texans don't show to best advantage in a retail situation.
Posted by CJS at 12:22 PM
Let's just say Texans don't show to best advantage in a retail sat
CW: Work imaginatively with what's available.
Posted by CJS at 12:07 PM
Sen. Tom Coburn is threatening filibuster of 9/11 Responders relief plan. His message: "Protect my candy-kane cowardly ass & then go die."
Posted by CJS at 9:35 AM
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
CW: Model the behavior you expect.
Posted by CJS at 7:17 PM
Almost certain that "Cactus Christmas", if imbued w/ values of owner, sucks greed-soaked tacky rocks.
Posted by CJS at 7:15 PM
Upon 1st glance at New Yorker in months: when the fuck did these people become oligarchs??
Posted by CJS at 3:20 PM
Foner: "The point is not to condemn individuals or an entire region, but face candidly the central role of slavery in our national history."
Posted by CJS at 2:38 PM
Wouldn't be sorry to see "epic" discontinue as positive-modifier-du-jour. Propose "piquant" instead. ;-)
Posted by CJS at 12:19 PM
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Post-finals bug-out done begun. Bye kids!:)
Posted by CJS at 5:35 PM
CW: Compliments--like pies--are partly random and wholly temporary.
Posted by CJS at 12:42 PM
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Monday, December 06, 2010
Sunday, December 05, 2010
2nd day of Zappadan: I miss Frank.
CW: honor the elders.
CW: respect the tools.
More than 1/2 of documents released by Wikileaks weren’t classified. Only 6 percent were “secret.” 2.5 million already had access to them.
Posted by CJS at 12:00 PM
Friday, December 03, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
CW: don't let the flame go out.
Posted by CJS at 1:21 PM
NM: morning walk in the High Hills, crystalline 6 degrees: rakish black & white magpie hops behind a tree when he sees us coming.
Posted by CJS at 1:20 PM
CW: Respect the ingredients; avoid waste.
CW: Don't dick around with distractions: start when it's time to begin.
Don't buy shit today! We exist to make things (objects, friendships, art, lives), not buy things!
Posted by CJS at 8:03 AM
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
CW: ultimately, we are ALL part of the food chain.
Posted by CJS at 1:22 PM
CW: typically, creating something is far more satisfying than buying something.
Posted by CJS at 1:21 PM
CW: direct relation: higher incidence of home-cooked meals = happier & healthier life.
Posted by CJS at 1:17 PM
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
I'm from Up North; "cold weather" is just a reminder (which some of the Entitled Infantile definitely require) that we DON'T control everything.
Posted by CJS at 9:42 AM
Amazaing how peaceful it is round here when "cold" weather keeps children home.
Posted by CJS at 9:38 AM
Thursday, November 11, 2010
CW: Keep track of time.
CW: Accept that the greatest successes will disappear most quickly.
CW: Trust your nose (intuition).
CW: Pay attention.
CW: Avoid waste, as it is unaesthetic & disrespectful.
CW: Practice basic skills.
CW: Memorize the fundamentals.
CW: Know when to punt.
CW: Trust your choices.
CW: Create for the heart & spirit as well as the tongue & the belly.
CW: Workable improvisation comes from practice & familiarity with ingredients.
Posted by CJS at 6:03 PM
CW: Clean & store as you go.
Posted by CJS at 5:40 PM
CW: Don't clatter.
Posted by CJS at 5:31 PM
CW: A plan is just a goal + a sense of the right next step.
Posted by CJS at 5:31 PM
CW: Clean as you go.
CW: Use the right tools.
Herewith "Cook's Wisdowm."
I've joked for years that I'd be a "bad monk, but a good Trnzo."
Dogen Zenji wrote a spiritual manual employing kitchen metaphors: "Instructions to the Cook."
Posted by CJS at 5:29 PM
In Zen monasteries, the Cook (Tenzo) was considered 3rd in spiritual authority, after Roshi ("old teacher") and head monk.
Posted by CJS at 5:28 PM
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Monday, November 08, 2010
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Feeling particularly conscious of Samsara, tonight.
Posted by CJS at 7:51 PM
Tom Watson, 1893:
“You are kept apart that you may be separately fleeced of your earnings. You are made to hate each other because upon that hatred is rested the keystone of the arch of financial despotism which enslaves you both. You are deceived and blinded that you may not see how this race antagonism perpetuates a monetary system which beggars both.” [Zinn 285]The motivation--greed--never changes. It never will.
Got to STAND UP!
Posted by CJS at 8:52 AM
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Monday, November 01, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
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Thursday, October 28, 2010
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Still wondering why the fuck outside reviews tend to exploit their anonymous status to grind irrelevant axes. Not a way I choose to be.
Posted by CJS at 6:21 PM
Sunday, October 10, 2010
We lost Solomon Burke, the Wonder Boy Preacher.
JB was more desperate, the Wicked Pickett was more dangerous, Otis was more of a leader, Brother Al was more messianic, Sam & Dave more competitive.
But Brother Solomon, more than any of the rest, made us believe in the gospel of the music. When Solomon sang, we all still believed we could be saved.
"Turn on Your Love Light."
Thank you, Solomon. You surely turned it on for us.
Posted by CJS at 7:09 AM
Friday, October 08, 2010
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
Memo to pickup-truck frat-pigs passing my bike, blaring Wu-Tang (who'd scare 'em green on street): "yes, bitch, I AM laughing at you."
Posted by CJS at 4:52 PM
Sunday, October 03, 2010
Saturday, October 02, 2010
Friday, October 01, 2010
The Tea Party movement has provided quasi-legitimacy to fear, ignorance, bigotry, and greed. These are not core American values.
Posted by CJS at 3:58 PM
New tires (Schwalbe Marathon) EXPENSIVE (80 bucks!!!) but also AWESOME.
Posted by CJS at 2:52 PM
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Memo to those having long/loud conversations about "God's Plan" for themselves--would you be equally tolerant of "Allah's Plan" public talk? No, I thought not.
Posted by CJS at 1:11 PM
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Inglourious Basterds: one more confirmation that Quinton Tarentino is as soulless as only a Hollywood weasel can be.
Posted by CJS at 7:03 PM
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Retired US Army colonel says:
I have been saying for years that supply line interdiction is the greatest danger to our forces deployed in places like Iraq and Afghanistan in the midst of potentially hostile populations.Newsflash: Darius, Alexander, Mughals, Auckland, Elphinstone, McNaghten, Chamberlain, Roberts, Kipling, Brezhnev, agree.
We never fuckin' learn, do we? Not in 2,000 years.
Posted by CJS at 3:59 PM
And, at the time, they called us dirty disloyal fucking hippies for even daring to think this might be true.
via Think Progress on 9/23/10
Posted by CJS at 2:44 PM
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Jesus. There are times when I've just HAD IT
Posted by CJS at 7:11 PM
They were giants on the earth in those days. Paul Gonsalves on tenor, the mighty Sam Woodyard on drums, Harry Carney on baritone kicking the rhythm section's ass, Basie's great drummer Jo Jones standing offstage screaming encouragement, and Elaine Anderson dancing ecstatically in the aisles in a little black dress: Newport, '56, playing the blues, bringing the Ellington band all the way back from the deserts of the post-WWII depression.
Nice video tribute here:
Posted by CJS at 9:45 AM
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Line from Downey "Sherlock Holmes": we know you don't believe in magic. You're right: I believe in human effort and human capacity.
Posted by CJS at 11:32 PM
[bootlegged from a comments thread on friend's FB page--which same location I try to avoid, as threads can get hijacked]
Re/ O'Donnell's Pyrrhic victory in Delaware (yes, Tea-Baggers, I know you've never heard the word "Pyrrhic": that's why I use it):
@Alice: I agree. There's a (loud) lunatic fringe of frightened elderly middle-class or angry disenfranchised working-class folks who find people like Sharia Palin and Xtian O'Donnell "empowering," but I suspect that the Tea-Baggers spell the end of the Republican part as a viable competitor--because the corporatist Republican mainstream will NEVER be sufficiently ideologically pure--hence, they're going to continue to get dumped.Bring it, you mothers. You sold your souls to loud lunatics, and your party is toast as a result. Have a nice day!
Posted by CJS at 9:00 AM
Friday, September 17, 2010
Amusing exchanges with supervisees:
One of the more enjoyable parts of my job is the level of shared respect and hard-won comity between me and my supervisees especially when they're out there in the trenches as teachers. It's a hard job, not much respected, and poorly recompensed compared to, I dunno, Halliburton monster or NCLB bureaucrat...but we have a lot of laughs and some funny exchanges:
Herewith one such:
BTW, I’m teaching a Friday morning class 8-11AM. Since the first class 2 out of 14 students have shown up on time. In fact, the students are so late that they show up by 8:30. I will be implementing my right to drop students for the first time ever. I don’t even know how to do it, but I’m going to do it. This is ridiculous.
Yeah. That is a bear. Suggestion? Give them 15 minutes; give the 2 who are on time extra credit, leave a note on the door saying "all those who were tardy for this class are being marked with a zero", and LEAVE. Keep doing that until they show up on time.
Good suggestion. Unfortunately, I have to be there for what I’m getting paid for. You seem to think I’m an actual educator. They expect me to be there for the time I’m paid. So, I’m thinking I will implement either 1. actually withdraw students from my class (a pain in the ass for me) or 2. give the “extra credit” quizzes you so mention and drop grades for absences. I’ve never had to deal with this before, it sucks that I even have to think about this. I’m currently leaning for option 1 because that means I don’t have to deal with them any more. I’m trying to decide if it’s worth the effort. At any rate, I’m not making these decisions because I feel I want to get at somebody. I’m doing this because it’s detrimental to the very few students that are doing the right thing and it keeps me from actually teaching. I can’t believe how much time has been wasted in the past few weeks because of this. It blows my mind.
I understand. Well, you could have a graduated set of penalties:
1) next meeting, give a 1-question "pop quiz" to the ones who are there promptly. Give them extra credit. Tell the tardy ones there will be pop quizzes each class, at 8am, from now on.
2) If they continue to be tardy, mark the late ones absent.
3) If they still continue, use my original suggestion, and leave a sign on the door that says "now 8:20am. You are receiving no credit, due to your tardiness. I am available to discuss this, NOW, at [office][coffeeshop][student lounge]" etc.
4) drop 'em. I assume the college would prefer this to be last-ditch option, also.
You could also just tell the prompt ones, at 8am straight up "next class meeting is a [x alternate site]." Don't mention again. When the tardy ones complain that they "didn't know where class was meeting," tell them "the announcement was made; class met; you were marked absent."
You’re one evil sumabich. I like it. ;)
As I tell the young'uns in the freshman class: "Don't even think about cheating. I'm a worse criminal than you can ever imagine."
Posted by CJS at 4:36 PM
I grew up on the cold rocky coasts of the North Atlantic. I knew those guys from Southie and Dorchester who, even if they weren't very well educated, knew damned well when somebody was taking advantage of them, or talking down to them. I worked on the fishing boats alongside the descendants of those foul-mouthed fishermen and rope-wainers who boarded the Dartmouth and threw that shit overboard.
Yo, Tea-Baggers? You ain't the descendants of those guys in the feathers and paint: you're the descendants of all those timid middle-class citizens who didn't give a shit who got ripped off as long as it "wasn't your affair," and then screamed bloody murder when it was your turn. And you dickhead Republican congress-critters who are used frightened old white people and braindead rednecks to do your bidding? Your time is coming too.
I got your Tea Party right here, morons. And so does Tim Toles:
Posted by CJS at 3:19 PM
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
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Saturday, September 11, 2010
from Negro League great Buck O'Neill:
"They claim to kill in the name of God. That’s not Christianity. That’s not Judaism. That’s not Islam. That’s a religion of desperate, hungry and angry people. They figure they have nothing. So, they have nothing to lose."
Posted by CJS at 11:37 AM
Totally digging the "Francis O'Neill Cylinders" from the Ward archives; thanks for the loan, @Roger Landes!
Posted by CJS at 9:32 AM
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Monday, September 06, 2010
Sunday, September 05, 2010
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
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Friday, August 27, 2010
NB: the financial elites don't want to "cut" Social Security: they want to *privatize* it--just like Iraq reconstruction, US army, etc.
Posted by CJS at 11:42 AM
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Was recently reminded of this one, which I hadn't thought of in years. Used to play this tune, transcribed from this performance by the Night Music band, Bootsy Collins, composer/pianist Carla Bley, and the great bassist Steve Swallow.
Y'all hip to Healing Power, baby?
Posted by CJS at 4:02 PM
Greatest song that Curtis Mayfield ever wrote and, with Dan Penn's Dark End of the Street and Sam Cooke's A Change is Gonna Come, a song that helped end segregation in this country.
And, this is the only band situation which Rod Stewart never postured: the mighty Jeff Beck, a true survivor.
And I keeps one in the chamber in case you pondering.
Posted by CJS at 3:13 PM
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
We believe it is time to shine light on the hypocrisy of politicians and pundits who expound on the freedom of religion for their chosen sects while seeking to tell our Muslim brothers and sisters where they can and cannot worship. Using a political podium to bully a religious community threatens one of our most fundamental freedoms.Not hatred.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
And the little girls in the Paris Hilton-wannabee sunglasses absorbedly texting while their parents carry their stuff into the dorms.
Watching fraternity pods in the grocery-store is funny, but it's also pitifully obvious that they're incapable of feeding themselves. Mom?!?
Posted by CJS at 12:14 PM
This is very possibly the greatest bass line in the history of popular music. In my "Jif & the Choosy Mothers" (horn band) days, I transcribed an entire set's worth of Motown horn parts and bass lines. It was a stone education.
Ladies & gentlemen, I give you the great, great Wilton Felder:
Selah (and a h/t to my great teacher, Larry "Guitar" Baeder).
Summer must be over: the parents have arrived: overdressed, overcoiffed, driving oversized gas-guzzling cars with out-of-zip-code plates the wrong way on campus roads, buying cheap university-brand knockoff hoodies and ball-caps for their offspring, who are hidden behind Paris Hilton sunglasses and tremulous posturing bravado. The parents look simultaneously possessive and petulant, simultaneously irked that they're not in control of their offspring's situation anymore and scared that they've done an inadequate job of preparing those offspring to take over their own lives.
In Texas, where privilege runs high and a sense of consequences is nil, the quicker the parents leave the better: because it means we can start doing the job of maturing their children which they themselves omitted to complete. Sheesh!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Bill Millin, who piped them ashore at Swords Beach, has died.
He went in with the Special Service Brigade near Caen on D-Day., and in the nightmare of that horrific kill-zone, Lord Lovat, the hereditary chieftain of the Frasers asked him to play. Millin was willing, but cited War Office regulations, which forbade thus exposing pipers as targets. The Fraser replied "Ah, but that’s the English War Office. You and I are both Scottish, and that doesn’t apply.”
He played "Highland Laddie," up and down the beach that day. Later, German gunners who had him their sights said they didn't shoot “because they thought I was crazy.”
No. He wasn't crazy. That's not what they call it, back where I--and the MacGregors and Orrs, the Roundheads and Tories, before me--come from.
I often wonder if the rich men in quiet offices, the demagogues screeching over loudspeakers or Twitter accounts, hundreds or thousands of miles from the firing line, ever consider how little they deserve the courage of the men and women who go into battle.
Aw haw hey, Private. Go well.
Of the seven Silver Star recipients in Afghanistan, four are Hispanic. Hope none of them want to walk down the street in Arizona!
Posted by CJS at 5:00 PM
Wheel of karma: turning in key of first office here, after 10 years' occupancy.
Posted by CJS at 10:53 AM
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Semester looms: newbies on campus driving as if whacked-out on Quaaludes.
Posted by CJS at 1:44 PM
From a post about exploiting social networking, the following a jackpot:
- Do good work. Create a good product, have great customer service, etc.
- Listen. What is being said about you is as important, if not more than, what you are saying about you.
- Care. In social media channels where conversations are more intimate, people can really tell if you are paying lip service or paying attention.
- Add value. What you bring to the conversations and communities better be relevant, thoughtful, and of real use to the community members (friends, fans, followers).
- Be real. Authentic, transparent, honest — you know the drill, but are you doing it?
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
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Friday, August 13, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
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Thursday, August 05, 2010
Hate to do it, but when a 16-year-old writes and says "all I really want to do in my life is compose and record music--what are my career options", if you're a responsible respondent, there ain't but about one kind of answer [lightly redacted]:
Sure, I remember you.Reading back, it's a big bummer, though not intended to be such. Just cain't lie to the young'uns about possible/impossible it might be.
The fact of the matter is that there are very, very few full-time jobs to be had playing and composing music for a living. This is why most people who DO make a living in music have one or more parallel streams: arranging, teaching, etc--and many others have full-time non-music jobs.
To be a full-time musician, you have to have (a) absolutely top-notch chops; (b) a good support network (to tide you over between jobs, or in the event of unforeseen problems--medical, financial, etc; (c) a relentless work ethic--12-14 hours per day; (d) a great deal of patience and fortitude, being prepared to put up with the possibility of years of poverty and/or frustration; and (e) a lot of luck. (a) through (d) are do-able--because they are (mostly) under your own control. (e) is a killer, because it is not. I've been a professor for 10 years. Before that I was in graduate school (Master's and a Doctorate) 12 years. Before that I lived on less than $20,000/year for about 6 years. All through those years I had straight jobs to help pay the rent.
I would encourage you by all means to keep writing, keep recording, keep working on your chops. But unless you are prepared to either be a music teacher, and get the necessary formal schooling that certifies you for that, or else to accept a great deal of uncertainty, unpredictability, and (probably) poverty), I would not advise that you try to make a full-time career in music.
Be advised that there are LOTS of very talented musicians who don't work full-time or exclusively in music: I know psychiatrists, doctors, lawyers, carpenters, auto mechanics, etc who are every bit as talented and make music every bit as good as that created by "full-time musicians." You can do the same.
Probably the most valuable things you can do right now are to (a) keep working on your chops; (b) diversify your skills: learn about marketing, computers, graphic design, contract law, copyright law, etc; (c) work with a lot of different collaborating musicians--expand your horizons and your network of contacts; (d) get out there and gig, in as many different types of circumstances as possible. My wife's nephew has had songs he's written pitched to Avril Lavigne--but he's not counting on that to make his fortune. He's also going to college for music education; also plays drums, guitar, and trumpet; also sight-reads like a whip and sings bass; is also an excellent beat-boxer. The competition is fierce and there are thousands upon thousands of excellent musicians out there.
Updated to add: he wrote back:
Thank you for some practical advice, instead of the "don't do it" I'm getting from everyone else. I will look into some other options, as I really don't want to be poor.Guess it was the right medicine. One doesn't always know.
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Ground Zero, where the Towers fell on 9/11, is--ought to be treated as--as sacred site: a place where we are all to be reminded of the pointless loss and human suffering that hatred and political opportunism can create. It was thus particularly contemptible when Rudy Giuliani, Sarah Palin, and a raft of hateful right-wing nutjob political and media hacks, campaigned against the building of a mosque two blocks from Ground Zero: as if no Muslim suffered and died in the Towers that day! What arrogance!
So I was really, really happy to get this note from the J Street folks who are working to create more effective interfaith dialogue [redacted].
The best part?
Dr Coyote --
Yesterday, J Street New York City supporters and I delivered over 10,000 of your signatures in support of the Islamic Center in Lower Manhattan to a critical hearing of New York City's Landmarks Preservation Commission.
The response by our community to our call to action on this issue was overwhelming and demonstrated that J Street supporters clearly understand that tolerance and religious freedom are not only essential values, but that sacrificing them weakens us in the fight against extremism.
And I've got great news -- despite the outcry against the project, the Commission voted 9-0 to allow it to proceed.
Yesterday, after the vote, Mayor Michael Bloomberg gave a stirring defense of the project and religious freedom on Governor's Island with the Statue of Liberty in the background.
Mayor Bloomberg was joined by a group of interfaith leaders as he gave his remarks in front of the Statue of Liberty:
Every local official I spoke with at the hearing truly appreciated our support for the project.
I also had an emotional moment with the Community Center's lead developer -- Sharif El-Gamal -- who couldn't help but give me a hug, even though we'd never met before!
For those of you that stood with us, thank you so much. Our voices are so needed in the national political debate and within the American Jewish community.
If you would like to support J Street financially, allowing us to keep standing up for our values, click here to make a gift.
Until next time,
V.P., Communications and New Media
August 4, 2010
Monday, August 02, 2010
A damned shame. Beryl Marriott was one of the greatest English-style ceilidh-band pianists. She gave Dave Swarbrick his first fiddle gigs, and she ruled on his great solo discs Swarbrick and Smiddyburn.
We owe her a lot.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
...as if any moments from the The Wire weren't great ones, but still:
I love that the smartest police on the whole team, Clark Peters's masterful Lester Freamon, has the most diverse drinking habits: from one show to another he drinks Jameson, Guinness (in the nitrogen bottle, thereby confirming that Lester knows an American pour sucks), and Red Stripe (Jamaica).
The point is that Lester is the best police on the team because he pays attention to details and never loses patience or gives up. If you can't pay attention to your beer you probably can't pay attention to a wiretap either.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Fela Kuti said that. In this performance, the great Hugh Masekela, who wrote the song for the magnificent stage show Sarafina!, about the children-led protests of the Soweto Riots, proves it.
I was playing this song, with my brother-in-music Dr Jolt, in Bloomington IN, in Jif & the Choosy Mothers, the night that Nelson Mandela walked out of prison, after twenty-seven years.
As Andy Irvine said, "You all have to sing very very loud, because fascists are very very deaf."
Gandhi said: "First they ignore you. Then they laugh at you. Then they fight you. Then you win."
And, to paraphrase the great Emma Goldman, we going to be dancing all the way.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Requested responses to university Provost's "Engaged and Integrated Scholars" series feature. Surprising how much more honest you can be when you've got tenure:
1. What is your research objective/interest(s)?
Interests:2. How do you feel your research impacts the globe?
American and African-American Music, 20th Century Music, Irish traditional music and other folk musics and cultures, improvisation, music and politics, performance practice, historical performance.
To do work as a research scholar which enriches historical understanding, empowers communities, and overcomes cultural boundaries.
In my research, I am a proponent of Patrick Geddes's dictum to "Think globally, but act locally". I believe scholars should recognize wider impact and responsibility for their work, not only within their own disciplines, but also as part of wider research communities and, indeed, as part of all communities worldwide. Because my own work is especially engaged with the histories of marginalized, colonized, ostracized, and working-class musics, it also engages issues of politics, race, class, and power and I am particularly aware of my responsibilities in these areas.3. Where do you get your inspiration?
I am inspired by my own teachers and predecessors, within and beyond the field of musicology, who have modeled for me the combination of rigor, curiosity, insight, sensitivity, and work-ethic which I strive to realize in my own work. My own teachers J. Peter Burkholder, Austin Caswell, Thomas J Mathiesen, Thomas Binkley, and Richard Bauman were giant intellects and inspirations. Beyond musicology, I am inspired by the poetics of Gary Snyder and Peter Mathiessen, the spiritual insights of Dainin Katagiri Roshi and Thomas Merton, and the stunning beauty and emotional depth I have found in many different forms of traditional music. As Bob Dylan said, "traditional music will teach you everything you need to know to live. If you let it."4. What type(s) of service projects do you enjoy doing?
I am acutely aware of the unusual privilege I enjoy as a a white, male, tenured, heterosexual college professor. That privilege--though hard-earned and many years in coming--obligates me to work to help others. I donate my time writing, teaching, playing, and speaking as much as I possibly can. Possibly the most gratifying service projects of all are those in which, through teaching, I am privileged to help people become participants in the creation of their own artistic lives.5. What projects are you currently working on?
My primary current research project is a large-scale scholarly monograph on the earliest roots of blackface minstrelsy, the early 19th century street idiom which synthesized African-American and Anglo-Celtic styles to create the first great American popular music. I am also heavily involved in expanding the range and visibility of the work done by my own Vernacular Music Center, and the activities of the Celtic Ensemble, a unique ensemble among North American music conservatory programs.6. What advice do you have for new faculty members on balancing all of the components of an integrated scholar into their careers (academics, research, service)?
Although I would certainly not think of myself as exemplifying effective integration of al these elements--I am acutely aware of my own limitations and inefficiencies--I have found the following dicta to be practical and useful:7. Lastly, please provide us with some background information to help people get to know you. What is your official title, educational background and hometown?
- Cultivate the ability to concentrate closely in short bursts of time. Available time for one's own research is never sufficiently great and it is always prone to interruption; therefore, it is important to be able to muster concentration in shorter bursts.
- Related to the above: identify those patterns in your calendar and schedule in which your concentration is best and most suited for certain types of activities, and protect those times for your own work. I get up at 4:30AM, six days a week, for this reason.
- Develop a physical and a spiritual discipline. Do something outdoors and something physical every day. I bicycle, garden, do yoga and martial arts.
- Invest effort not only in your own work, but also in communicating and collaborating with colleagues, making sure that they know what you are working on. Work a little bit harder and be a little bit friendlier--this pays large dividends.
I am Associate Professor of Musicology; I serve as Chair of Musicology, director of the Vernacular Music Center, and director of the Celtic Ensemble. I hold a BA (Music) from the University of Massachusetts, and a Master's in Music (Jazz Studies) and Ph.D. in Musicology, from Indiana University. I was born on the north shore of Massachusetts, in a small town called Marblehead (home of the painting The Spirit of '76), but have lived, worked, and played music in Cambridge MA, Manhattan, Chicago, and New Orleans, as well. My wife Dharmonia (also professor of Musicology at the university) and I lived in southern Indiana for 12 years, and here in Lubbock since 2000, but my heart is still in the foothills and seashores of northern New England.
Learning to really dig it when my own students come up with music/nerd jokes we did back in the day, viz: "International House of Purcell".
Posted by CJS at 9:23 AM
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Marc Ambinder nails the Republican "leadership":
The Republicans want to be mayors of crazy-town. They've embraced a fringe and proto-racist isolationist and ignorant conservative populism that has no solutions for fixing anything and the collective intelligence of a wine flask.No great surprise there. It's the same thing they did in '56 and after in attempting to shut down the Civil Rights movement. Equally stupid as a long-term policy, but in the short term, it led to lynchings, bombings, and a whole lot of needless suffering.
Probably will this time, too.
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How to control an Ulster Scotsman's taste for single-malts: keep 'em sealed--Presbyterian tightfistedness takes care of the rest!
Posted by CJS at 3:07 PM
Remembering Ali Akbar Khan, whose last act, on the day he died, was to *teach a lesson*. May I depart with such grace & courage.
Posted by CJS at 12:57 PM
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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Little pub in a storefront or mill building somewhere in the Berkshire hills, patch of ground w/ trees, time to write... Someday, I promise.
Posted by CJS at 10:56 PM
From the Uniform Code of Military Justice:
"Any commissioned officer who uses contemptuous words against the President, the Vice President, Congress, the Secretary of Defense, the Secretary of a military department, the Secretary of Transportation, or the Governor or legislature of any State, Territory, Commonwealth, or possession in which he is on duty or present shall be punished as a court-martial may direct."
Posted by CJS at 11:30 AM
90,000 singing "Nkosi sikelele Afrika" at the Big Calabash and I am weeping.
Posted by CJS at 8:58 AM
After melodrama of past few days, it's not JUST chauvinism that makes me hope S Africa kicks the merde out of France today. WOZA! Woza woza!
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Trying a slightly different approach this year w/ ZF blog: instead of a long, semi-carefully-composed tome assembled in the early morning, commenting retrospectively on the events of the day before, am going to trying spot-reporting (sorta expanded Twitter feed).
Nice orientation last night--chance to see old friends, some of whom haven't been back to ZF for a number of years. Interesting classes offered--new staff (Will Harmon, Blayne Chastain, Martin Hayes) bringing great new vibe to the mix. Doug Goodhart holds forth, playing agogo, on rhythm as comprising "the figure and the ground", Moira Smiley leads the room through a call-and-response world tour of global vocal styles, Luke Plumb lays it down on mandolin.
Then adjourn to one of the two session pubs for which Zoukfest has engineered a welcome: the Two Fools Tavern, good friends to the music for a long time now, and a local pizza joint. I've said before that, for any regional/local grass-roots arts initiative to flourish, it needs spaces: music houses or pubs in which management understands that the intangible benefits music in their rooms provides are nevertheless quite concrete.
Good food at the Two Fools, management comps the drinks for the players, and before long we're around a long table with Messers Harmon, Hayes, Plumb, and company. Nice evening of Clare-and-other tunes ensues, with one of the nicest aspects of the right kind of festival sessions: the sense that these are old and new friends having a conversation, renewing (or forging) acquaintance, getting to know one another better--and that the music is only a part of the process. The music is better precisely because it is serving this larger purpose. Pleasant evening, we hated to leave, but it's only Sunday--and Monday morning of a festival week is entirely too soon to start out sleep-deprived (we'll save that for Thursday or Friday, when we'll run on caffeine and adrenaline).
Morning classes done: great (small) group in the "Playing for the Sets", but with a good parity of goals & vision; all seem to have "signed on" for the idea of learning to play the tunes better for dancing. A lot of musicians--especially American musicians--learn to play the Irish dance tunes in all kinds of circumstances, and a lot of them--again, especially the Americans--could stand to have more time at actually playing the music for dancing. So the "Playing for the Sets" class is about how to play the music for dancing. In acknowledgment of Mr Hayes's presence and the impact of his family's Tulla Ceili Band upon set-dancing, we're focusing on their sets, and the tunes they played for the Clare Plain and the Clare Lancers, probably the two most widely-played and widely-danced sets. Will probably also pull in the Sliabh Luachra set, just to get some polkas & slides in with the preponderance of Clare reels, and maybe the final figure of the Caledonian, for hornpipes.
Then a great inaugural meeting of Stanley Greenthal's "Feist Breizh" class on Breton music, which both Maestro Doug Goodhart and Dr Coyote are auditing. No doubt each of us could learn these tunes on our own, but when you have free access to somebody with as much knowledge and musicianship in the world of Breton dance tunes as Stanley, you take advantage! And, just speaking for myself, it's a huge, welcome luxury--kinda like going to a spa, only for musicians instead of rich folks--to have somebody else teach you the tunes, when you are usually at the teaching, rather than receiving, end of the experience. Beautiful set of an-dros in a great bouzouki arrangement from Stanley.
Then lunch at the UNM cafeteria, which is a pleasant, well-appointed place with good food, but which we just happen to hit right at the same time as the literal, physical waves of schoolkids who are doing their pre-college summer experiences and elbowing their way past us. Once through that, a pleasant lunch with Will Harmon and Dharmonia, before we head back to the air-conditioned comfort of the SUB to practice, prepare, and generally crank-up for the afternoon's classes: another audit of Professor Doug Goodhart's West Virginia long-bow fiddle class (Dr Coyote will never be a fiddle player, but as a clawhammer banjoist, it's pretty useful to know what the fiddlers want to hear), and then "Playin' in the Band", the Doc's new offering on ensemble approaches to arranging and presentation.
Goin' good so far! Thanks, ZF Board, for making it all happen!
Feels like it oughta be the opening, courier/bullets screen overlay of a Bourne Trilogy flick. But we're here, on the top floor of the UNM Albuquerque Student Union: hard to get to--hafta park and then walk, schlepping stuff, across acres of asphalt parking lot, past the hundreds of school-kids starting first day of pre-college summer experiences--but a very pleasant environment: top floor, nice big open atrium with skylights and lots of natural light, which makes the luthiers displaying (Herb Taylor and GD Armstrong, both old friends of Zoukfest) very happy, comfortable chairs & lots of space for hanging out between classes, even a top-floor terrace. Lisa Wright & Lauren Flanagan powering-up the registration desk which'll be ZF's nerve-center, staff stumbling in seeking coffee, luthiers schlepping dozens of cases and assembling their displays (trust a luthier to have an ingeniously-designed and beautifully-finished display rack).
Class session I (0900-1015) looms. We're glad to be here!
Saturday, June 05, 2010
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My mother died in March. At the time, the exigencies of dealing with her deterioration (48 hour trip to New England, return to Lubbock, only to have her decease 2 days later), the memorial service and accompanying family complexities, a hellacious semester with multiple personnel and budgetary melt-downs, and my own crisis-moment tendency to go into emergency-coping mode, meant that I didn't do much conscious mourning.
I was moved by the open sorrow expressed by my siblings, especially by my brothers--two remarkable, admirable men--and their spouses, which quartet had been primarily responsible for her care in the wake of my step-father's death last summer, and her subsequent and very swift descent into Alzheimer's. I could weep for them, and their sorrow--but not so much for her.
But, as I said to another friend at the time, "my relationship with my mother was sort of classically fucked-up", and it was--mostly due to the absolutely horrific legacy of family dysfunction to which both my parents were subjected as children. My mother was too unhappy, too damaged, to be an especially effective parent, despite the fact that she manifestly loved her kids. And she fucked me over, over and over again, in the area of my vocation to music. There are reasons I was in therapy for 12 years, and she--and the legacy of my monstrous grandmother--were two major ones.
Here's my own brief articulation, from eight years ago:
These Wooded HillsSo I was pretty damned grateful when Dharmonia wrote this, which expressed pure, open, Bodhisattva mourning for Bobby Smith Thomas in a way couldn't. And then I could weep for her:
These wooded hills and rocky shores
memory of my childhood;
whipped by salt Atlantic waves,
traced by crumbling dry stone walls;
marked by cowshit and the cry of gulls,
gouged by retreating glaciers of a last Ice Age;
and the faint whispering voices
of old wars, old words, old violence, old victories.
Granite, oak, slate, and pine;
topsoil's topography ripped away,
leaving the bones.
While driving to a funeralI am grateful that I have such loving people in my life. I need them.
Bobby is gone, gone, gone beyond
Gate gate paragate
Parasamgate bodhi svaha
Her son at the wheel driving east
Rain is lashing at the windshield,
spraying up from the passing trucks
and while thinking of how we pass
from life into death, around us
life continues its circus
in the sheeting rain, driving wind
Massachusetts bumper stickers:
Obama is still President,
My Other Car is still a Broom,
Jesus Saves and the Yankees still suck
This my home state, and now, and now
One last journey to the North Shore
At least for reasons tied to blood
And bone, and the love of this man
And the others who share that blood
And how strangely appropriate
The blinding rain and shrieking wind
To sagas stories and plot lines
To complicated webs of past,
To layers of pride and of doubt
To all the love and the anger
Kneaded into the famous bread
And those who came to adulthood
In the eye of this hurricane
Each making their own peace with her
She was not my mother, and yes
I saw the complicated side
But I loved her for bringing him
Into the world in the first place,
And for what she wanted to be,
And for the things she tried to be,
And was, when clarity could cut
Through what had been handed to her.
A friend of mine once said to me
“One can be a difficult parent
And still be a great friend,” and
She was that to me, and it is
A terrible thing to witness
A heart beating in the shambles
That Alzheimer’s leaves in its wake--
So you will understand, when I
Saw the ashes mixed with earth, why
I spoke the mantra “gone beyond”
Gate gate paragate
Parasamgate bodhi svaha
the doorless doors of the Pure Land
do not require us to bring
All of our Stuff along with us
No eyes no ears no nose no mouth
No junk no faults no garbage, but
Just the cloudless blue sky of mind.
The Deepwater Horizon spill--probably the most catastrophic environmental disaster of the past 50 years, excepting possibly Chernobyl--was apparently caused by failure of one of these:
This is a blowout-preventer, a massive hydraulic-powered valve used for sealing an oil well and regulating the flow. They are
When I read, two days ago, that the spill was caused by one of these failing, a mile down, I was chilled. I used to repair these, for Cactus Drilling Company in Midland, TX, in 1979-80.
A blowout-preventer is subjected to huge pressures, as well as to highly corrosive acids, salts, and other outflow from a well. It doesn't come up as only crude: there are all kinds of other substances in such a flow. So the blowout-preventer can only be used for a relatively short period of time, before the well has to be temporarily shut down and the preventer replaced.
They used to come into the repair yard where I worked, with the huge rubber gaskets in rags and most of the heavy-duty lead-based sealing paint corroded off (for scale's sake, the BOP pictured above is a "small", and is substantially taller than a man). We'd sand- and water-blast them, paint them with an acid-based paint-remover (which you had to keep off your skin, as it would burn you), break-loose the giant bolts that seal them: bolts as big as my arm, often rusted solid--I still have a big dent on my right shin from where a 12-foot "cheater pipe"--additional lever arm--shattered while we were trying to open a bolt.
Then we'd take them completely apart, wash all the components in an acid bath and discard any that seemed unrepairable, replace the parts and gaskets, re-paint 'em, and stick them on a hydraulic test-bed, where we'd crank up to a pressure as high as 1 ton per square inch (we were supposed to stand outside the steel-reinforced room as we did this, but often didn't). Then, when we'd confirmed that the repairs were complete and safety-secure, we'd call the truckers and they'd come pick up the BOP, to store in the yard until re-used.
When I read, two days ago, that the spill had been caused by a BOP failure, Dharmonia said "yeah, I read that a while ago but I didn't want to tell you"--which was smart, because when I saw it, I nearly fainted.
I would not want to be one of the crew who might have sent that particular piece back out to the platform.
Eleven guys died. BP and Halliburton (Dick Cheney's butt-buddies--the same people who betrayed American soldiers in the Iraq theatre on a daily basis) may well have killed the Gulf Coast--permanently.
Some corporate crime ought to carry capital penalties.
Checkin AM @ NYC for long day til evening SNN flight. Thank Universe for cheap Prez club booze & wireless!
Posted by CJS at 9:03 AM
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
NY weekly shows Obamas as 'Sanford and Son' actors
A weekly newspaper photo depicting President Barack Obama and his wife as characters from the TV sitcom "Sanford and Son" was intended as political satire and not a racist commentary, the publisher said Wednesday.Phillip Sciarello, you dirty little cowardly punk, my direct patrilineal ancestor founded this town. My great-great-great-great-etc grandfather was an illegal immigrant, a miscegenator, a political radical, and a warrior, and his offspring fathered children with black mothers and, eventually, granted them all their freedom.
Phillip Sciarello, publisher and part owner of the Smithtown Messenger on New York's Long Island, defended the decision to publish the photo, but added the newspaper would run a retraction in its next edition for anyone who might have been offended.
And he would have chewed you up and spit you out like the worthless little piece of trash you are. Claudius Smith, the "Terror of the Ramapo," wouldn't have bothered to hang you in your chimney--a waste of good rope--but he would have horsewhipped your gutless little ass on Main Street. I'm only sorry that I'm 2,000 miles away.
Get your racist garbage, and your racist garbage self, out of my town.
Missing my CE guys, a bit. Even missing the 9pm Wed sectional. Gettin' soft in my old age, I reckon.
Posted by CJS at 8:52 PM
IAH en route to NYC & SNN.
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Friday, April 30, 2010
Just back from trumpet recital. Last solo ended, they blew sigh of relief; thought of Katagiri "practice--make effort".
Posted by CJS at 8:15 PM
Watchin' FZ w/ 88 band, thinking of Muddy, Monroe, Miles, Messengers, Ellington bands, wishing C Ives had one too.
Posted by CJS at 12:23 PM
Friday, April 23, 2010
Presumably yellow (or maybe "brown") stars are not far behind:
Dear Governor Brewer:
I am shocked and appalled that you should have signed into law SB1070. The potential for egregious, arbitrary, inconsistent halt-and-questioning of people on the street violates the spirit of the protection against unjustifiable search and seizure. More to the point, the law itself, its intentions, its likely execution, and your own official ratification of it, are deeply, deeply un-American. I will never spend another dime on or in Arizona, I will urge all friends, relations, colleagues, and business associates to likewise boycott the state, and I will actively seek to bring about your defeat in the next election, unless and until this law if repealed.
You should be ashamed of this action. Please act to rescind.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Boomer-aged Bay Area English Country Dance teacher, to Dr Coyote, after I walked into the Dallas traditional dance group's Country Dance weekend with 14 young'uns in tow, all of whom could sing, dance, play, and focus like demons:
Where on earth did you get these great kids, you wonderful man?!?Dr Coyote:
Aw, hell...I just grow 'em in cold frames.
Damned proud of my guys.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
...you're going to smell like crap:
I am shocked and appalled that ZeroWater would advertise on the Fox News program of Glenn Beck. Mr Beck, a cynical opportunist, preaches hatred, practices misinformation, and works actively to erode democracy and free speech. Any association with Mr Beck tars ZeroWater with these same crimes. Please remove any advertising or other sponsorship between ZeroWater and Mr Beck at your earliest convenience.
Until such time as you do, I will actively advise friends, relations, and colleagues to avoid any ZeroWater products.
Death, taxes, greed, suffering, and legislative stupidity: samsara will always be with us.
Posted by CJS at 7:02 PM
Monday, April 19, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
From "Towncraft": "fuck it. We could build our own thing *here*."
Posted by CJS at 2:42 PM
Friday, April 16, 2010
You'd think I'd know this, after 10 years: Big Lebowski wallpaper over PPT projector instantly destroys undergrad concentration.
Posted by CJS at 12:14 PM
Most profoundly valuable teaching from the Dharma: that even temporary alleviation of suffering matters.
Posted by CJS at 9:41 AM
Most profoundly difficult teaching from the Dharma: that suffering cannot be permanently eradicated.
Posted by CJS at 9:39 AM
Thursday, April 15, 2010
All praise to The Sopranos, Northern Exposure, Homicide: Life on the Streets, The Corner, Six Feet Under, etc, etc,
but this is what demonstrates what that incredible idiom can accomplish:
Featurin' The Wire on NPR--which HBO TV show has told more truth and conveyed more real news than NPR themselves have in recent years.
Posted by CJS at 4:51 PM
Sister Rosetta Tharpe: "Oh didn't it RAIN, rain, rain, children, didn't it RAIN."
Posted by CJS at 10:59 AM
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Watchin' Patty & the Boss school U2 in "Because the Night" at RHOF 25th & remembering PSG at CBGB, that cold winter of '77. STILL STANDING!
Posted by CJS at 9:28 PM
Trying to control my nausea as I pitch for public radio (a "good thing") while Glenn Beck (a "bad thing") plays on muted TV in background.
Posted by CJS at 4:12 PM
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
As someone who grew up in a place where Dr Franklin's sectioned-snake flag is actually history rather than cheap political bullshit-where people died to try to create independence from what they perceived to be tyranny--I am profoundly offended by the gutless, ignorant drones, many of them on one form or other of government paycheck, whose selfishness and cowardice leads them to scream bloody murder only when they think that "someone else" (typically someone who works harder, owns less, came from elsewhere, and has six times as much guts and work-ethic as they) is getting something that they're not.
This cartoon captures it.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
On Jun 8 2008, in the wake of Michelle & Barack Obama's celebration of his nomination as Democratic candidate for the Presidency, the vapid Fox "News" talking-head bimbo E. D. Hill notoriously referred to that celebration as a "terrorist fist jab". The hysterical absurdity of the accusation--and the lily-white racist subtones which underlay it--reveals the hysterical terror which Fox seeks to inculcate in its low-information, mostly elderly, mostly ignorant listeners.
Well, guess what, E. D. Hill?
He's the President now. And the people in the US armed forces, the people who actually put their bodies in harm's way, for your safety, you gutless talking-head bimbo, those people know he is their President.
You Tea-bagging imbeciles? Get used to it. It's a new age.
And about damned time.
I find meself disinclined to accede to your request.
Posted by CJS at 7:20 AM
Friday, April 09, 2010
...when the panic is upon us and the academic dishonesty spikes. Comment on student paper:
Extensive paraphrase from Wikipedia. You were informed in class that Wikipedia is not a permissible source. Moreover, with this extensive paraphrase, and some literal and uncredited block-and-paste, you are dangerously close to plagiarism. Re-write COMPLETELY and resubmit for consideration of passing grade.Dr Coyote
Billings, Montana stands up. "Not in our town."
You hear that, Randy Neugebauer, you cowardly incompetent mob-mentality sheep-brained phony? As the General put it: "only a coward and bully yells anonymous insults from the midst of a mob of his friends."
Try it again, Randy. Try it in person. Say it to our faces, and see how far it gets you.
Not here. Not now. Not any more. Never again.
Thursday, April 08, 2010
And even more importantly, VH at RC? *I* know who you are--and how unprofessional is your conduct.
Posted by CJS at 4:49 PM
Outrageous: letter of rejection sent to one of my PhD's applying for job: "Thank you for your application... By this time you certainly realize that it was not successful.”. Naming no names, but, VH at RC? You know who you are. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Posted by CJS at 4:45 PM
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Monday, April 05, 2010
Palin's Fox Channel program tanks, even on a network only preferred by terrified, delusional, ignorant fools who want to be lied to.
The money quote?
At least 1 out of every 5 viewers who started out watching the show changed the channel or turned off the set.Kinda explains the 2008 Palin/McCain campaign in a nutshell. Americans actually don't like greedy, lying, bigoted, murderous, phony yahoos.
Saturday, April 03, 2010
Gunn High School (Bay Area) gets word of the arrival of the Westboro Baptist Church (psychotic Baptist anti-gay hate group) cowboys up, sets up a Facebook group, surrounds them with love, and forces them to surrender.
You noble Diggers all, stand up now, stand up now.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
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Friday, March 19, 2010
Slowly digging out here. For a Spring "Break", there sure has been a hell of a lot of eventuality in the past 7 days. Got back from a family affair on Wednesday, leaving for Dallas with a van-load of students today. Where exactly was the "week off", again?
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
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Thursday, March 11, 2010
Battlefield Band rocked the house. Not only fantastic virtuosos, with an incredible, high-energy, and off-the-cuff hilarious stage show, but also easy-going, friendly gentlemen--the antithesis of prima donnas. I'll have a post for another day on the things that having been road musician in your own past tell you the visiting road musicians might want, or not want, to deal with--and how that helps improve the hospitality you can figure out to offer.
Gig dropped at 8pm, they played the last note--joined by the TTU Set-Dancers and your numble narrator--at around 10:30pm. Sold over 100 CDs, which was fantastic news in terms of the bottom line, but deferred escaping the building.
Back to our crib 11:30pm, for an after-party that stretched toward 3am. Fantastic crack with the lads, introduction and re-introductions that crossed decades between meetings (nice to see The General and Alan Reid get re-acquainted, after a good 25 years). Around 3:15am, boot 'em out the door, so we can spend an hour cleaning so Taiyo doesn't have to do it, and then leave for the airport around 4am, to check in for the 5:15 crack o' dawn flight.
Connections in Houston and Chi, arrive Hartford to be met by Dharmonia's mom. Quick trip up the Mass Pike, and now crashing big-time.
Helluva lot of events in precisely the past 24 hours.
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
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Saturday, February 27, 2010
Incredible speech from Jones, who Beck character-assassinated right out of the White House "Green Jobs Initiative" post:
Jones instead had kind words for the Fox News host:
Last thing I want to say is this: To my fellow countryman, Mr. Glenn Beck. I see you, and I love you, brother. I love you, and you cannot do anything about it. I love you, and you cannot do anything about it. Let’s be one country! Let’s be one country! Let’s get the job done!
Beck won't be able to handle it--any more than a cockroach running from the light--but Jones has hit on the best possible way to hit back at the toxic opportunists and psychotic fanatics of the modern "conservative" movement. Or, to quote Gerrald Winstanley:
To conquer them with love, Stand up now, stand up now,Gassho.
To conquer them with love, Stand up now
To conquer them with love, As it does you behoove
For He is King above, No power is like to love
Stand up now.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Just back from the Delta blues gig: once a week (Thurs nights) in a coffeeshop where the clientele can, on any given night, be overladen with too many posing (and loud!) high school students, oblivious to those few others who might've actually come out to hear the music. But on other nights it can be OK, if the ambient noise level is reasonably low and my hands are working reasonably well. Not the best night tonight, playing-wise, but not the worst either.
This next picks up from a comment over on the ProfHacker blog (where a Dr Coyote article on teaching to large classrooms will appear in the next couple of weeks), where the PH crew asked for suggestions about "15 minute activities that improve the next day's efficiency."
Was working earlier today with teaching assistants on the materials for the Friday discussion sections, the balance to the Monday/Wednesday lectures when, on Fridays, the TA's take over in order to create a different interactional dynamic. The kiddos need the contrast--because having to deal with Dr Coyote two days a week is quite sufficiently intense--and they need to take responsibility for their own interactions with one another.
Down-side, of course, is when/if certain little criminals decide that the Friday meetings are somehow "less important" or "not real classes", it means a week away before the next Wednesday when I can bring the hammer down upon them. And, even when they're not criminal, it can be damned difficult for them to hold onto the continuity from Wednesday to Wednesday, if the Friday content is chunked-out separately or unrelatedly. So we try to have Friday group tasks & chores pick up from Wednesday lecture, and feed-into shared activities on the Monday morning--it makes for much better continuity.
I also work on continuity from one class meeting directly to the next. Immediately after every meeting of a class, including the MWF 50-minute sessions with the undergrads and the TR 80-minutes with the grads, I send a Blackboard email "further to meeting of XX-XX-XXXX [date]", in which I reiterate the meeting's topic, point to new resources relevant to the day's discussion (at the same time, I am converting and uploading the day's Flash slideshow--I teach music history so audio and video embeds are important for student review), cite next due dates, and so on. I find it keeps the continuity from the end of one class session through to the beginning of the next--in musician terms, this would be "connecting the energy at the end of one phrase to the beginning of the next"--as well as providing a concrete, succinct, cogent summary, meeting-by-meeting, of that course's progress through the semester.
It's a little more than 15 minutes, and it happens after each class meeting rather than once a day, but it certainly seems to help both students and professor with continuity.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
...whatever the forum.
His Holiness the Dalai Lama, spiritual (and quasi-political) leader of the Tibetan people in exile after the Chinese invasion of 1950-51 (and captured most harrowingly in Martin Scorsese's mournful Kundun) has a remarkable ability to take the most banal questions in the most asinine, dumbed-down situations with the most predictable answers and turn them sufficiently on their head that he can elicit insight, even from Larry King.
Case in point:
King asks: "the American people want both trade with China and independence for Tibet; how can they resolve this contradiction?"Talk about redirecting energy from tired paths to those with new possibilities!
HHDL: "... Tibet does not want independence from China! We are a landlocked technologically backward country; we need China's help. No, we want autonomy and the preservation of Tibetan culture--but NOT independence."
Remarkable. I am privileged beyond measure to have had the opportunity to take refuge vows with the man himself. The Vows are the vows, and the Dharma is the Dharma, no matter where, from or with whom.
But it damned sure is easier, as a fallible human, to stick to the Middle Path with a leader like that as inspiration and role-model.