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I quite accidentally (sort of) ended up at a Feist concert tonight. It was at the Fillmore on Colfax, which is a pretty cool joint. It's in my neighborhood, so I should have probably seen at least one show by now. I've lived here long enough, eh?

The opening act was the Golden Dogs, a Toronto grouping of happy. Their keyboardist reminded me much of a very old friend. They're worth checking out, even thought they are from Canada, read: the Enemy.

But then again, Leslie Feist is Canadian, too, so it's all good.



The show was quite enjoyable, really. She had these two women in the back doing little shadow games on a projector. They had little bits of colored glass and smeary stuff and branches. It really added to the more cathartic elements of the show. If you've never seen her sing, she moves her face around quite a bit, going wide in the mouth and then ducking away from the mic for some reason. All in all, it was a grand show, with grand friends.

My only guilt comes from the fact that I kept pretending that she was Regina Spektor.

Paris, Je T'aime

Finally got around to watching this fantabulous film. I knew it was all about "vignettes," but there are 18 of the damn things! And unlike other films that attempt such super-dimensional wanderings, PJT really doesn't try to connect any of the people. A few of them meet at the end, and it's assumed that in some strange (and strangely Parisian) way, they will all be connected in some way.

I thoroughly enjoyed all of them. Some were so aggressively minimalist that I wanted to shriek, but on the whole they were nearly perfect. Midway through, a vignette by Nobuhiro Suwa features Juliette Binoche remembering her dead son. Willem Defoe plays a magical cowboy who comes to take away her child('s soul?) and leave her in peace. It was terribly heartwrenching to watch, but it was followed immediately by a magically-real vignette about a child relating the story of his parents. They were mimes who met in jail. First I'm crying about this dead boy, then I'm laughing and crying my eyes out over these beautifully insane mimes. I think it is patently unfair to jerk me around like that. I will be placing this film in the top level of my Brain Queue.

The Grand Inquisitor's Bloodless Lips

Read through Dostoevsky's Grand Inquisitor (Chapter 5 from The Brothers Karamazov) for class tonight. It's been some time since I've thought about the sheer strangeness of the piece. In the past, I've been drawn to it because of the fantastic imagery and near epic weight of what Ivan is saying. Any Dostoevsky is worth reading, but this little chapter carries so much with it.

Did He (Jesus, presumably) make the right decision(s) during the Temptation, or should he have accepted the provocations of Lucifer? The chapter is really a keen little thing, all at once pointing a stern finger at the perceived evils of the Church while at the same time acting as a brilliant psychosocial commentary on fifteen-hundred years of history.

Ivan, quoting the Grand Inquisitor of his "poem," says, "Thou didst not come down, for again Thou wouldst not enslave man by a miracle, and didst crave faith given freely, not based on miracle."

Sweeeeeee(in some fashion)eeeeeeeet. I guess; Wikipedia's entry mentions the ambiguity of the piece. I agree.

Baby pt. 1

Baby got a hard nose, penchant for smoky jazz clubs
Flute trills and martinis
Saxophone love
Gaudy neck jewelry, perfumed skin
Heels no good for dancing, still lookin to sin
Transgressions on the bass line, deep, she’ll keep
Davis and Coltrane in her hips
And smoky jazz club martinis
On her lips

Kyrgyzstan Deux

The research apparently did its job - I received an "A" in the course. Now it's a matter of diving back into it and seeing where I screwed up. There will obviously be many such locations.

Although the ouster of Akaev might not have been entirely expected by the opposition, those individuals involved did organize themselves as the opposition in a well-functioning democracy might, “by becoming cohesive, advocating for competition, and pursuing (and attaining) political goals (Akin 2007, 19). Still, the Tulip Revolution was more "a shift in power among clans than a democratic breakthrough." The newly-elected parliamentarians were allowed to keep their offices after the revolution, which effectively eradicates the rationale for the demonstrations in the first place (Beissenger 2006, 22). This is perhaps the saddest(but at the same time hopeful) outcome of the revolution; it would be akin to the newly-created United States of America fighting their Revolutionary War and then installing King George III as President. It should be noted that the parliamentarians did in fact gain their seats legally, if not unfairly. Allowing them to keep their offices could be a mark of reconciliation.

Like most of my larger research projects, the findings did not entirely sync up with what I started with. I only find this moderately troubling. Watch this space for a full posting of the finished piece once it's ready.

The Long March (on wheels)

Driving from northern Illinois to Denver back in August was pretty tiring, even though I was never behind the wheel. I at least had my brother to talk to.

Took off from the farm at just shy of 8 a.m. this morning and headed West, young man. Nobody in the car with me. Silence most of the way. I don't know why I didn't turn on the radio.

Pulled into my neighborhood at 8:25 Mountain Time. Very tired now that I can take my eyes off the road. Now I've just got to find street parking.

Good to be "home."

Human Rights?

I've done a little piece about the long, slow march of HR (human rights) in US (United States) FP (foreign policy). Since we could always do with more acronyms, YSCOTPOWALMKWYTAI, AIDTIIATG (NDTI!): http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dd4vtbbk_80dwp6gxcz

P.S. You Should Check Out This Piece Of Work And Let Me Know What You Think About It, Actually I Didn't Think It Is All That Good (Neither Did The Instructor!)