Shuffling My Music

I’m going cross-platform with this here Facebook “meme,” which asks you to use “shuffle” through the first fifteen songs that come up on your iPod. These showed up when I shuffled my iPod Touch, which doesn’t have all my music on it but does have most of the music I like to hear.

Thelonious Monk, “Trinkle Trinkle” (Monk’s Blues)
Kvarts, “Masurka” (Steinsprang)
Amerikan Poijat, “Chaconne” (Connections Finnish)
Pixies, “Here Comes Your Man” (Pixies)
Frisbie, “Martha” (The Subversive Sounds of Love)
Duke Ellington, “Diminuendo in Blue and Crescendo…” (Elllington at Newport (Live))
Art Tatum, “Humoresque” (Piano Starts Here)
Dosh, “Fireball” (Triple Rock)
Pavement, “Summer Babe (Winter Version)” (Slanted & Enchanted)
Cannonball Adderly, “Sticks” (Mercy, Mercy, Mercy!)
Radiohead, “Weird Fishes/Arpeggi” (In Rainbows)
Django Reinhardt, “Blue Moon” (Classic Early Recordings)
St. Vincent, “Just the Same But Brand New” (Actor)
Art Blakey, “Carol’s Interlude” (The Jazz Messengers)
Miles Davis, “Budo” (The Complete Birth of Cool)

Yep Nope It’s Okay

A picture Vivi made for me while I was out of town. I love the way the three people (left to right: me, Vivi, and Julia – I think) are all saying something: “Yep” and “Nope” and “It’s Okay. Julia must be reaching out to hold Vivi’s hand (the red arrow), while I’m suffering some sort of left-hip dislocation.
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Tika Samoi, You’re Doing No Good

The girls’ obsession with The Jungle Book knows no bounds. They ask to watch the movie again, draw scenes (real or imagined) from the movie, pretend to be various characters, listen to the soundtrack, make me look up You Tube videos of the songs, and on and on.

Today we listened to “I Wan’na Be Like You (The Monkey Song)” about a dozen times, which is actually great because it’s a wonderful song with great lyrics and excellent music. Halfway through the tune, Mowgli tells “Uncle Louis,” the monkey king who’s actually an ape and wants to be a human being, “Gee, Uncle Louis, you’re doin’ real good!” Vivi misheard this as (something like) “Tika samoi, you’re doing no good!” which is also fantastic – especially when sung by a four-year-old.

Portrait by Vivi

Con: I can’t use my digital camera when Vivi’s around without letting her take a few shots.

Pro: She takes pretty good pictures, like this shot of me sitting on the steps to the pedestrian bridge over the Cannon River in downtown Northfield. If she can make me look halfway decent, she can do wonders for you. I’ll loan her to you. $150 an hour, payable to her college savings account.

Portrait by Vivi (Northfield Riverwalk, 10/22/10)
Portrait by Vivi (Northfield Riverwalk, 10/22/10)

Waka Waka Waka

On Facebook it was
Haiku Status Day today
Which inclines me to
Summarize the day with five
Waka – long-form haiku

I.
When October is
This edenic, every
Minute of daylight
Is a golden hour. Our streak
Will no doubt end in whiteness.

II.
In three long years on
The association board,
I learned that a few
Neighbors are nut jobs and that
Beer makes meetings go faster.

III.
Offered on Parents
Weekend are wardrobe warnings:
Greek fisherman hats
Highwater pants, fedoras,
Technical shirts and khakis.

IV.
We went for dinner
At a nearby burger joint.
I had onion rings.
Just like the last Sopranos
Episode – but no fade out.

V.
Out of duty, I’ll
Watch the baseball playoff games.
I’m less pro-Rangers
Than firmly anti-Yankees.
Go Giants? Why the hell not.

Ben Katchor at Carleton

As I often say, one of the best things about working at Carleton is going to all the excellent events that the College sponsors. Tonight’s example was a wonderful lecture by the cartoonist/graphic novelist Ben Katchor, best known for his comic strip, Julius Knipl, Real Estate Photographer – a strip I discovered in the Chicago Reader newspaper soon after graduating from Macalester and moving to Chicago. It was then unlike anything I’d ever read, and Katchor’s lecture – which he said he delivered to meet a special request from someone here – was no different: a “picture story” entitled “The Great Museum Cafeterias of the Western World: An Illustrated Lecture on the Design and Culture of Museum Cafeterias.”

Yes, that really was the topic, and yes, it really was that weird, as well as charming and hilarious and moving. More than anything, the story reminded me of the sort of story that Jorge Luis Borges might have written – a few bright threads of truth and reality woven into a cloth of fiction. Katchor’s story had some magic realism, some silliness, some heartstring-tugging , some facts, and tons of great pictures, of which my friend Doug Bratland took some shots (thanks for sharing them, Doug!):

"Mnemonic Merchandise" (Ben Katchor)
"Mnemonic Merchandise" (Ben Katchor)
"The Idea of a Sandwich" (Ben Katchor)
"The Idea of a Sandwich" (Ben Katchor)
The Museumgoer (Ben Katchor)
The Museumgoer (Ben Katchor)


More Bad Plus

Bad Plus (King)
Bad Plus (Dave King)

Every Bad Plus album has one original track that defines that album for me: “Big Eater” (YouTube clip) from These Are the Vistas (2003), “And Here We Test Our Powers of Concentration” (YT) from Give (2004), “Anthem for the Earnest” (YT) from Suspicious Activity? (2005), “Physical Cities” (YT) from Prog (2007). I think all of these are songs I’ve heard TPB play live, which makes a difference: the band sounds different depending on whether you listen on the stereo, in which case it’s pianist Ethan Iverson who stands out; through headphones, which makes Reid Anderson’s bass playing obvious, or live, when Dave King’s drumming is the dominant feature.

Bad Plus (Iverson)
Bad Plus (Ethan Iverson)

Having listened to the new album, Never Stop, a few times now, the title track – a typically rocking composition by Anderson – is the standout:

Après moi, le déluge; mais après le déluge, le Bad Plus

Friday was flood day in Northfield. Others have covered the freak storm and flash flooding in great detail, so here I’ll just post a short clip of the river flowing well above flood stage, as seen from the Second Street Bridge in Northfield, MN.

Cannon River Flood at Northfield from Christopher Tassava on Vimeo.

The day of aquatic emergency ended on campus with a fantastic hit by the Bad Plus, my favorite jazz band (and probably my favorite rock band, too).  I’ve raved about these guys before. Here are a few seconds of one of their jams, featuring the inimitable drummer, Dave King. I could watch this cat all day.

The Bad Plus, 9/24/10 from Christopher Tassava on Vimeo.

Sweetgrass (A Great Movie)

Tuesday night, on the recommendation of a librarian with awfully good taste in books and movies, I watched Sweetgrass, a 2009 documentary about sheepherding in Montana. I was riveted by the movie, and I recommend Sweetgrass to anyone who likes documentaries, cinematography, landscape photography, or, for that matter, the American West or sheep or wool. The film has no narration or music; the viewer has to absorb the “action” (such as it is) through the film’s images and sounds.

This absorption is easier than it would seem – a movie about sheep? – because the film’s 100 minutes are filled with at least twice that many long, gorgeous shots of the sublime mountains in which the herders pasture their animals, the herders and the work they do, and of course the amazingly energetic and beautiful sheep themselves – hundreds or even thousands of them. They’re the stars of the movie, which shows them being shorn, giving birth, eating, milling about, and “trailing” from their ranch into the grasslands far above them in the mountains.

But the sheep are also anonymous and undifferentiated (at least to me), which allows a few of the herders to emerge, late in the movie, as full characters. At one point, a long-suffering herder unleashes several minutes of cursing at his sheep, which are, against his pathetic human wishes, moving out of a comfy pasture into rougher terrain. The cursing is hilarious at first, but then becomes sad as you realize that he’s not joshing: he’s actually furious at the unmanageable animals and the difficulty of his life. This sadness is sharpened a few minutes later when the herder calls his mother and complains, in direct and heartbreaking fashion, about the ordeal of being upland with the sheep. It’s one of the saddest things I’ve ever seen in a movie – and perfectly underscored by wide panning shots of the mountains that are as brutal as they are beautiful.

Notes on William Gibson Reading (9/16/10, Minneapolis)

All year, I have been eagerly awaiting William Gibson’s new novel Zero History – a work he describes as “speculative fiction of the recent past.” Finding out that he was going to be visiting the Twin Cities on his book tour was just a bonus, but I nonetheless cleared my schedule to be able to attend his reading at the Minneapolis Central Library on Thursday, September 16. The event was excellent, start to finish – just the right mix of otaku obsessiveness about minutiae and readerly curiosity about how a great novelist puts together a great novel.

I arrived about an hour early, bought my ticket, grabbed a decaf americano at the library’s coffeeshop, and found a good seat – which ended up being right behind a guy whose t-shirt aptly read,

64K RAM SYSTEM 38911 BASIC BYTES FREE
READY

By the scheduled reading time, the room had filled up, but never reached capacity, much less the SRO conditions I’d heard about at other venues – or for that matter at the other Gibson reading I’d attended, for Pattern Recognition in 2005. Right around 7:30, a library staffer came out to introduce Gibson, but the man missed his entrance, only coming onstage after the applause (and laughter) died down.

Finally taking his spot at the podium, he explained that he’d been giving so many readings at bookstores that he’d grown accustomed to grabbing a “fresh copy” of the book. At the library, he had to dig into his own bag to get his personal copy of the novel. Without other ado, he jumped into the reading, telling us that he was going to read the first chapter, “the kind of chapter I write to scare away people who wouldn’t get the rest of the book.” This got a good laugh, since chapter 1 is in fact hyper-Gibsonian.

William Gibson Reading at the Minneapolis Central Library (9/16/10)
William Gibson Reading at the Minneapolis Central Library (9/16/10)

Gibson’s reading voice was nasal, but his style was right on. I was fascinated to hear how the rhythm of his own reading differed from the rhythm of my reading in my head. In particular, he really punched the adjectives and adverbs – the parts of speech which lend such an identifiable quality to his writing. Gibson also inserted “he said” and “she said” as he read, even though those phrases are almost completely absent from his prose. He read the entire first chapter, finishing with a nice flourish at the chapter’s slightly forbidding, slightly funny end, and then switched right to the Q&A. (The following account consists mostly of close paraphrases – though I tried to capture the sense of each question and answer and the exact wording of particularly choice lines, which are marked as quotes.)

Question 1 was one that I’d written down to ask, if I had the chance: “When you started the book, did you know who was behind Gabriel Hounds [the “secret brand” of clothes around which much of the plot of ZH revolves]?”
Answer 1: “I didn’t really know, but I had an idea. I didn’t know the plot of the book when I started it.” He went on to say that he only gets a sense of the overall narrative of a book after he reaches the “third act,” at which point he loops back to clean up earlier sections before finally finishing the book. “The more mysterious the narrative is to me and the longer it retains its mystery, generally the more satisfied I’ll be” with the final book.

Question 2: “What drives you to write a book, and how do you know when you’re done?”
Answer 2: “I know I’m done when I hear The Click” at the end of a sentence, paragraph, chapter, book. He said he’s driven by his unconscious, and that his writing process entails “sitting still until that which writes novels checks in.”

Q3: “Can you respond to the claim that you have prescribed the future we’re living?”
A3: After saying, “I don’t know,” he elaborated by saying that in the 20th century he behaved like a futurist, describing a 21st century. Now in the 21st century, “I have earned the right” to write like a naturalist, using the toolkit of SF writers to describe the present.

Q4: A) Do you write your novels sequentially? B) Do the Curfew and the Bollards [bands that feature in ZH and its precursor, Spook Country] line up with real bands?”
A4: A)He said his writing process is sequential insofar as “prose fiction consists of putting words in a row,” but that he does not work from outlines or drafts. B) “I don’t know what the Curfew sounds like,” and he doesn’t much care. He said that his take on the Curfew was informed by his experience of talking to musicians and learning that they talk very little about their music but a great deal about the music business.

Q5: “What’s the takeaway from your book?” (asked an MBA type who confessed to not having read all of WG’s novels).
A5: “I can’t answer. The text is not didactic. The text is not constructed to do that. It’s made to offer an experience.” The author has no more special understanding of the novel than a reader.

Q6: Why are there no supernatural elements in the book, akin to the loa that guide Tito [a key character in Spook Country]?
A6: This wasn’t a conscious decision, but then again there’s no proof that anything supernatural is happening in Pattern Recognition or Spook Country. Tito believes he’s having natural experiences that some would call “religious,” but that are not necessarily supernatural. The “follies” in the paintings in hotel at the center of Zero History are another example of phenomena that may or may not be supernatural. “It’s just another way I’ve found to violate the rules of genre.”

Q7: “What’s the first bedtime story you remember?”
A7: He says he doesn’t remember his first bedtime story, but that he does remember that he had problems learning to read, a situation his mother and grandmother solved by using an old-fashioned technique involving the use of pins to mark words as he read them. His mom had him read Walt Kelly’s Pogo, which has surely been influential on his work.

Q8: What do you think you nailed regarding technology, and what do you think you missed?
A8: Being right or wrong about technology was never his concern. “I don’t worry about my prescience.” He understands that he’ll be remembered for coining the word “cyberspace,” but “not for the fact that it meant absolutely nothing.” “Cyberspace” was akin to an advertising term for the book, “one that migrated out into the world, which has filled it with the world’s meaning,” not his own. “Actually predicting things technologically is the furthest thing from my mind. To the extent it happens, it’s literally a side effect. I’m much fonder of things I didn’t predict” – cell phones, for example. “Every work of science fiction acquires a charming patina of anachronism… I regard futurists for the most part as charlatans… I don’t try to predict things so much as I look for things in the present that took like they have legs to make it into the future… I’m interested in what humans to with emergent technology. That’s where the interesting stuff happens.”

Q9: “Can you comment on the design of your books?”
A9: No. “I’m not literate in book design,” but generally speaking they’ve come a long way. His Arbor House book covers were drawn by a friend of the editor’s daughter!

Q10: “Do you have a favorite texture or reflective surface?” (big laugh)
A10: “No, I like them all. I like the variety of textures and reflective surfaces and how they lend themselves to description… When I was younger, I thought of myself in terms of short lists: favorite bands, books, textures, reflective surfaces [big laugh]. When you get older, you know who you are, and what you’re stuck with, and you say, ‘Whoo! Lots of textures!'”

Q11: Your mid-period books were interested in consciousness and focused on the way that technology expressed that consciousness.”
A11: The early books were concerned with finding a modality to expose themes that have always been with us, such as religion. “There’s something hardwired into us that induces us to look for first causes and agency in the world around us.” Pattern recognition is a key to our species’ success and to “prosthetic forms of memory.” The apophenia that comes up in Pattern Recognition has benign forms – children seeing harmless shapes in the clouds – and malign forms – “believing that your president is a crypto-Muslim. Part of our mind demands agency, but that doesn’t mean that there’s agency there.”

Later, in the book-signing line, I had the chance to ask him about something a key character in ZH says on p. 372: “Is ‘Win’ a proper noun there?” He smiled and said, “It’s ambiguous, intentionally.”

More Notes from Vivi

Vivi was a prolific writer of notes last week…

Missive
Vivi's Note: Working
To Daddy
I’m at home
Are you sill working
I hope so
Then your boss wold be mad at you
It is Vivi
At schol yeatrday I was saed at fist then I got uesed to it
Love Vivi

Joke
Vivi's Note: Hens
Why do hen’s sit on egg’s?
Cause they don’t have chair’s
To Daddy
Love Vivi
I love you

Manifesto:
Vivi's Note: Mean
To Daddy
I like kind people but I don’t like mean people
I like Daddy wean he’s nice
I like Mama wean she’s nice
I like Julia wean she’s nice
But wean ther not nice I don’t like theam

A great Seussian drawing of a camel
Vivi's Note: Camel

Meeting-Hater

When I headed off to another townhouse-association board meeting on Thursday night (with luck, my next-to-last one), Vivi lost it – crying and grabbing me and begging me not to go. When I came home, I found this on the kitchen counter:

Vivi's Note
Vivi's Note

Dear Daddy
I miss
you at the
meeting
I love you
too.
Just like
you love
me
I love you
Love Vivi
Oh I
fo[r]got
one
thi[n]g
I love
you
Love Vivi