Saturday, March 30, 2013

Elizabeth Gores her Argument

Elizabeth McKee Gore In today's (March 30, 2013) blog post for the Huffington Post, Elizabeth Gore, Resident Entrepreneur, United Nations Foundation, writes about the social and cultural landscape that awaits her 18-month old daughter in the United States. Returning to the US with a heightened sense of Americanism following a UN-sponsored trek around the world, Ms. Gore talks about violence and women's rights, etc., openly saying how much better we have it in our country than elsewhere. Her ethnocentric statements aside, I was particularly drawn to her statements about women's rights.

 "How about women's rights? We are ranked 92nd in the world for women elected in our lower legislative body, with currently only 18 percent in Congress overall. There were four men, and no women, testifying last year at one hearing on Capitol Hill regarding women's reproductive health. Really?! Unless one of the men has used a maxi pad or given birth in his life -- they shouldn't have been there." How sad that someone who claims to be open-minded has such a narrow view. I agree that more women should have leadership roles, but why insult the men who are trying to help? Her logic is similar to that of teenagers who wear "It's-a-Black-thing-you-wouldn't-understand"  t-shirts. In-group thinking is not always the best answer. After that last statement of hers, I cannot take Ms. Gore seriously.




Friday, March 29, 2013

Why I I Didn't Post a Pink Equal Sign on Facebook

By now the phenomenon of the pink equal sign started by George Takei is in full swing and everyone who considers themselves in the know has put it on their profile on Facebook and in other social media platforms. Good for them, but I will not be doing that. Don't get me wrong, I completely support equal rights for all couples, but I do not believe in following the doctrine of "social proof," where the actions of other individuals influence/convince others to do the same even if they are not necessarily hard core advocates of the cause in question. Christopher Hitchens would have had a field day with this vicarious form of distant advocacy.


Rather than post a pink equal sign, I posted a black and white equal-to-or-greater-than symbol. I haven't used this since my high school days (say nothing of the incongruity symbol!), but I do like what it represents, at least for me. Truth be told, not everyone is equal, certain segments of the population have more than others. Even groups that have constructed their identities on victimhood have splintered into factions engaging in games of one-upmanship with other groups in the same "category." When will it all end? Not for a long time.

Where as the pink Rothko-esque equal sign is tied to the cause of equal rights for homosexual couples, the equal-to-or-greater-than symbol can refer to any movement/cause/ethnic group/class, etc. The list can go on and on. I like this as it allows conversation and engagement of so many different themes.

I don't expect others to replicate what I have done, but I hope they will at least take the time to review other issues of repressed rights, inequality, etc. Now more than ever we need to have this conversation.

The pink equal sign is a good symbol and it stands for a noble cause indeed, but the ubiquitous posting of it can be a tad overwhelming. I thought a change in color would be good. Besides if a casual observer is bombarded with the pink equal sign, they might end up only seeing red.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Solitary Companionship


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I rode the train from New York City to Syracuse this past Saturday (March 23). The train was sold out and I sat next to a homeless drunk man. At first the malodorous air about him bothered me and glancing quickly at him I noticed a gash on the bridge of his nose between his eyes. He was an Asian man (I heard him mutter something in another language during his sleep) who was in his late 40s or early 50s.

In his back pack he had about 6-8 cans of beer (Pabst, of all things). He opened can and spilled it, somehow missing me. He nervously apologized then I went back to looking out the window and he went back to sleep.

Soon after I got used to his proximity and air and I was just wondering about his journey. I looked at his suitcase and I thought, "Is everything he owns in that suitcase? Where is going? Does he have family there or is just trying to stay one step ahead of the Grim Reaper? What is he leaving behind? Does he have any hope? I felt sorry for him and when I glanced out at island on the Hudson River I saw a dilapidated structure that at one time must have been a beautiful building. Its solitude and abandonment made me think of my erstwhile traveling. I think Raymond Carver could have written a powerful story, that powerfully penetrates the human soul, about this man.

We will never meet again. That is the nature of travel, of course. But I couldn't help wondering what he was looking for. Suddenly, in my head, I heard the song "Maria" from "West Side Story." I don't know why. Perhaps it was the lyrical message of the song that got me thinking...."I just met a girl named Maria/And suddenly that name will never be the same to me/Maria!"

Who was this man's "Maria"? Will he ever find someone or something that can inspire the same passion that the heroine from the classic play/film sparked in her lover? Or will he be condemned to live the life of Jean-Paul Sartre's character in "Nausea"? Who knows? We all have a Maria in our life. I am still looking for mine. I hope that gentleman I sat next to on the train will find his. Life is so much more pleasant when you have a "Maria" in it.

If you feel like listening to "Maria" here is a clip for you:




Monday, March 25, 2013

Salman Rushdie vs John le Carré

These days it is easy to see primordial, classless, guttural commentary or exchanges between people (mostly politicians and television stars like Snooky or Jennifer Lawrence). So it is nice to see disagreements take the form of intellectual swaps (lyrical and verbose cheap shots, really).

I recently finished reading Salman Rushdie's incredible Joseph Anton,  his memoir about his years in hiding following the fatwa issued against him on Valentine's Day 1989 by the Ayatollah Khomeini. I enjoyed many parts of the book, but the section I enjoyed most involved an exchange that took place between Rushdie and John le Carré on the pages of The Guardian newspaper in England. le Carré had been one of the first critics of Rushdie for publishing "The Satanic Verses,"  and when he himself complained about accusations of anti-Semitism following the publication of his latest book, Rushdie jumped in. I include a part of their memorable exchange (all on the pages of The Guardian) here:

Rushdie (Joseph Anton): "It would be easier to sympathize with him, had he not been so ready to join in an earlier campaign of vilification against a fellow writer. In 1989, during the worst days of the Islamic attack on The Satanic Verses, le Carré rather pompously joined forces with my assailants. It would be gracious if he were to admit that he understands the nature of the Thought Police a little better now that, at least in his own opinion, he's the one in the line of fire."

John le Carré: Rushdie's way with the truth is as self-serving as ever. I never joined his assailants. Nor did I take the easy path of proclaiming him to be a shining innocent. My position was that there is no law in life or nature that says great religions may be insulted with impunity. I wrote that there is no absolute standard of free speech in any society...I wrote, and would write again in paperback for, I was more concerned about the girl at Penguin Books who might get her hands blown off in the mail room than I was about Rushdie's royalties. Anyone who had wished to read the book by then had ample access to it. My purpose was not to justify the persecut8ion of Rushdie, which, like any decent person, I deplore, but to sound a less arrogant, less colonialist, and less self-righteous note than we were hearing from the safety of his admirers'  camp." 

Rushdie: "'Ignorant' and 'semilieterate' are dunces' caps he has skillfully fitted on this own head...le Carré's habit of giving himself good reviews was no doubt developed because, well, somebody has to write them...I have no intention of repeating yet again my many explications of The Satanic Verses, a novel of which I remain extremely proud. A novel, Mr. le Carré, not a give. You know what a novel is, don't you, John?" 

There is more to this exchange and luminaries such as Christopher Hitchens and William Shawcross chime in as well. You will not be sorry you read this book!


Friday, March 8, 2013

International Women's Day



Today, March 8, is International Women's Day. Sadly, many Americans will nod their head to indicate "cool" and then move onto their next batch of donuts or a cup of coffee, while trying to impress others by discussing the literary merits of "Fifty Shades of Grey."

There are many different events planned to celebrate this day, but I would like to direct your attention to a new film titled "Girl Rising," which "tells the stories of 9 extraordinary girls from 9 countries, written by 9 celebrated writers and narrated by 9 renowned actresses. Girl Rising showcases the strength of the human spirit and the power of education to change the world" Learn more by going to: www.girlrising.com. Spread the word.

Also check out the latest post by Gordon Brown, UN Special Envoy for Global Education, available here.

You are also welcome to sign the petition to recognize the valor of Malala Yousafazi, the 14-year-old Pakistani girl shot by the Taliban for advocating for women's right to an education. Sign here


 
 


Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Adele-otry Run Amok

The half-life of a pop star these days seems to diminish faster than a Kardashian sister's modesty. While not a big fan of Adele, I enjoyed some of her songs, but now I think I have reached my saturation point. I just can't stomach listening to her anymore.

The breaking point for me was when the James Bond film "Skyfall"  won the Oscar for Best Song, beating out a much better song from "Chasing Ice." The public's chanteuse scrambled up with the writers and producers of the song to accept the award. This was fine, but I was disappointed that "Before My Time" (featuring the vocals of Scarlett Johansson and arrangements by the inimitable J. Ralph) didn't win. Her contrived and overwrought gesticulating during her performance of "Skyfall"  was annoying, but then again so was much of the Oscar "entertainment."

The clip they showed from "Chasing Ice" caught my attention and the New Age, ephemeral tone of the music really attracted me. When I listened to the "Chasing Ice" soundtrack on Spotify, I found that I liked every track. Below is a sample for you to listen to.


Incidentally, when I walked out onto the street, Ben Curtis came up to me and said, "Dude, you got Adele!" 

Saturday, March 2, 2013


I stumbled upon this lovely poem by William Blake (1757-1827). What beautiful words! 

To the Evening Star

     
    THOU fair-haired Angel of the Evening,
    Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
    Thy bright torch of love--thy radiant crown
    Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
    Smile on our loves; and, while thou drawest the
    Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
    On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
    In timely sleep. Let thy West Wind sleep on
    The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
    And wash the dusk with silver.--Soon, full soon,
    Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
    And the lion glares through the dun forest:
    The fleeces of our flocks are covered with
    Thy sacred dew; protect them with thine influence! 
     
    Source: Wikipedia
     

Friday, March 1, 2013

Remembering Van Cliburn

I was deeply saddened by the death of the pianist and cultural ambassador for the United States, Van Cliburn this past Wednesday, February 27th. He was 78 years ago.

I remember first hearing a recording of his performance of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1 years ago and how enthralled I was it. It remains one of my favorite performances and I wonder if we will ever have another pianist of his caliber.

In addition to his prodigious virtuosity, he became a wonderful cultural ambassador for the United States to the Soviet Union in the 1950s and 1960s. With the popularity of the Internet, I don't think cultural ambassadorships have the clout or effectiveness they once did. This is all the more reason to truly appreciate what this artist did. I will miss him.

Here is a performance from Moscow in 1962. Van Cliburn is performing with Kirill Kondrashin.