Poems by Julia

Julia’s first-grade class has been working on poetry this spring. Here are two she brought home today (all spelled and capitalized here as she did in the originals):

Amur leopords
thirty left
dissaperring
save them
stop taking them
spots
brownish orange

My penny
I found it
in my yard
brown
scuffed
Aberham Liclon
My sister
snatched out of my hands
hid
in dirt
Shouted at me
I could never find it

30 Days of Creativity – Days 2-6

I’ve been delinquent in posting updates about my 30 Days of Creativity activities, but I have not been (too) delinquent in actually doing them. My short story is about 1000 words long now, which is slightly behind my goal of 200 words per day, but I’ve done six self-portrait drawings, which has been surprisingly easy and fun. I’m not completely pleased with the results (too much crazy shading!), but each drawing has something good about it, too. Here are days 2 through 6…

June 2: forearm (no, really)

forearm

June 3: feet

feet

June 4: thumb

thumb

June 5: right leg

leg

June 6: mouth

mouth

30 Days of Creativity: Day 1

A colleague recently mentioned the “30 Days of Creativity,” which is described on its website as “a social initiative encouraging people to create stuff (anything) every day for 30 days in June.” I love these kinds of ideas; they dovetail perfectly with my own motivation (or lack of motivation). I’ve done the “30 Days of Biking” three times now, and last February I tried to watch 28 movies in 28 days.

And but so, I’m going to try the 30 Days of Creativity by undertaking two different activities. First, I’m daily going to write 200 words in a short story that I’ve had percolating in my brain (and on my computer) for a couple months. If I can get close to finished by July 1, I might “publish” it here. Second, I’m going to try to draw a self-portrait (or part of one) every day. Here’s my first one, “Forehead.” No, my hairline is not actually that short.

Forehead

Pre-K Prose Poetry

Vivi wrote this on Sunday night. Explaining it, she said, “It’s for Megan [an imaginary 9-year-old friend]. It’s about a lightbulb? That’s flickering? And if you leave it will burn up,” which I think means “burn out.” If she weren’t four, I’d suspect she was taking a recreational pharmaceutical. As it is, this writing is just strangely beautiful. Check the original or my transcript (which I’ve left capitalized as in the original).

MY ThING WOULlD NOT Be GONe ONly
IF I WeNT SOMeWHEeRe SO YOU
DON’T Be WORReID aBOUT ThAT
STUFF lIGhT IS POWeR IT
CAN’T STAY THeRe UNTIl IT’S
TOMMROW SO STAY IN YOUR
HOUSe WITH IT IT WON’T STAY UNeSS
YOU STAY WITH IT SO DON’T
GO ANYWHeRe

DeAR MeGAN
GeNeVIeVe

Vivi's Story

Bad Plus Rock Stravinsky

Last night I went to see the Bad Plus, my favorite jazz group, perform their reinterpretation of Igor Stravinsky’s 1913 Rite of Spring, a touchstone of modern classical music that is about as interesting and challenging as classical music gets. (The Rite is famous – or infamous – for supposedly precipitating a riot by the unreceptive audience at its premiere in Paris.)

TBP is well known for their reinterpretations of everything from jazz standards to pop and rock music by the Pixies, Nirvana, Blondie, David Bowie, and many others. Though their “covers” are almost always compelling, I’ve become increasingly impressed by their original compositions, so much so that I’d rank Never Stop, the last album and their first to be entirely originals, as their best album yet.

Dave King & Reid Anderson will rock here in 28 minutes.

Given the increasing quality of their own material (which was pretty good even on their first major album), I was a surprised to learn that they were going back to 1913 to redo the Rite. My surprise faded when I read loads of positive reactions to the premiere earlier this year, and completely disappeared yesterday night when they crushed the piece – making it their own while also paying homage to Stravinsky’s original (full disclosure: I know very little about classical music, but I’ve listened to the Rite quite a few times as homework for this concert).

I was particularly impressed by TBP’s ability to capitalize on Stravinsky’s wild dynamics (his use of crashing timpani is staggeringly dramatic and loud) while putting those dynamics into a TBP frame. Having long ago mastered the use of rock-like dynamics and rhythms to fuel their music, the trio has only in the last five years started making their music more lyrical – and done well at this, too. In playing the Rite, they did an excellent job using rapid, jazz-like changes in tempo and dynamics to heighten the drama that Stravinsky wrote into the piece – but without losing hold of the quieter, more lyrical passages in the original: the softly gathering introduction to the first part, for instance, which gradually shifts to a more threatening, cacophonic sound that’s exactly right coming from the Bad Plus.

After that point, the music was a tide of sound: gorgeous and lush at some points, stripped down and aggressive at others, and concluding with a powerful rendition of the last two scenes, “Ritual of the Ancients” and “Sacrificial Dance,” which the trio called the hardest in the entire piece. Stravinsky achieved the pounding buildup in the original with horns, but TBP did it all with Ethan Iverson’s piano, Reid Anderson’s bass, and especially Dave King’s drums. That last scene was stunning.

All in all, the Bad Plus did a fantastic job with the Rite of Spring. If the concert had ended there, after about forty-five minutes of classical post-punk jazz (or something), I’d have headed back home happy, half-deaf, and vibrating with excitement. But it didn’t: the boys came back out to play a really nice encore of six songs – “Anthem for the Earnest,” “Cheney Pinata,” “Giant,” “The Empire Strikes Backward,” an unnamed new Anderson tune, and finally a quick sprint through “Never Stop.” All but the last were pretty markedly different from the album versions, but all rocked pretty hard. Leaving the theater (the really nice Loring) I could look forward to maybe an recording – live, even? – of the Rite and a new album of straight jazz. Knowing TBP, both might come out this year, which would rock about as hard as they did Saturday night.

Almanzo Video & Pictures

The torrent of stuff about the Almanzo 100 is just starting to trickle onto the web, but here are a few good items. First, the race director, Chris Skogen – who stayed the finish line to shake the hand of every single finisher, even the poor bastards who finished at 11 p.m. – shot this video of the end of the rollout, about a mile in:

Untitled from Chris Skogen on Vimeo.

At least two excellent photographers have already published great photosets to the web – a small set by David Gabrys and a gargantuan set by Craig Lindner on Flickr. The latter contains this wonderful shot of what looks to be the lead pack, sometime in the first 50 miles. We all looked like this by then:
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And here are two shots of me at different hill-cresting spots in (I think) the middle third of the race. I don’t even have the wherewithal to look at the camera! Bikes don’t need fossil fuels to go, but I was gassed by then.
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Parisville, Minnesota

Today, Vivi took Shannon to Parisville, Minnesota, a little village up on the hill behind our house. Only 12 people live in Parisville, but Vivi can’t remember their names now. It’s a poor village; everyone lives in caves. It is bright and sunny outside the caves. Nobody in Parisville has a job. They get their food from the Master, who lives nearby in the town of Olda. He delivers their food each day in a big truck. Vivi can take you to Parisville whenever you want.

The Writer Reads

Shannon’s reading of her essay in Torn went very well! The house was packed with about 25 people (including the girls and Shannon’s parents, who came down to surprise her); her fellow essayist, Katy Read, did a wonderful job with her own piece; the Q&A was smooth and interesting; and of course Shannon read beautifully (and looked just as good):
The Writer Reading!

Mesrine

Jacques Mesrine
Jacques Mesrine

Browsing the shelves of the DVD collection at the Carleton library the other day, I happened across the DVD boxes for Mesrine, a two-part French film that was blurbed as being a “French Goodfellas” and a “French Godfather.” I like those kinds of movies, so I checked Mesrine out even though I’d never heard of it before – maybe the only time I’ve ever tried a movie based on the DVD-box copy.

They weren’t wrong: Mesrine (part I: Killer Instinct; part II: Public Enemy No. 1) was fantastic – a four-hour biopic about the infamous French criminal Jacques Mesrine (pronounced “may-reen,” not “mes-rine” – say it wrong and he’ll beat you up), starting from his days in the French army in Algeria and running all the way to his execution-style killing by French police in 1979. Though the movie includes tons of (well-done) gunfights, stunning criminality, and quite a few liaisons with molls, overall it felt less like Goodfellas or The Godfather than like the Sopranos, being as much about the psychology – or pathology – of Mesrine as about his outlaw exploits. The guy is both likable and thuggish, terrifying and endearing – a lot like Tony. I highly recommend watching the movie, but only reading the Wikipedia entry on the man himself after the fact.

My Wife the Writer Does a Reading

On Wednesday, May 4, at 7:30 pm Shannon Hyland-Tassava and Katy Read will read from Torn: True Stories of Kids, Career & the Conflict of Modern Motherhood at Monkey See Monkey Read in downtown Northfield (420 Division Street; 507-645-6700).

Torn: True Stories of Kids, Career & the Conflict of Modern Motherhood
Torn: True Stories of Kids, Career & the Conflict of Modern Motherhood

TORN is an anthology edited by Samantha Parent Walravens. The 49 stories are fascinating, true, day-in-the-life vignettes about contemporary motherhood, written by both working and stay-at-home moms. Its contributors are mothers who work because their finances require it and those who work to preserve their sanity, stay-at-home moms who love mothering and those who long for more. Along with these tales from the inner sanctum of motherhood, TORN also includes contributions from outsiders: women whose busy personal and professional lives got in the way until the motherhood option was no longer open for them.

TORN is a treat for any working or stay-at-home mom who needs reassurance that she is not alone–that her frustrations and her joys are shared by women of every age and income group nationwide. The perfect Mothers’ Day gift, TORN is also an ideal present for baby showers and a must-read for any book group.