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I tend to avoid going to New York too frequently these days, because when I do I just get all mopey about not living there. It’s been over five years since I declared yes, I will move here soon; now I just keep waiting…for a job there, for an opportunity, for the wind to blow money in the right direction, for an epiphany, etc etc. Regardless, had a grand ol’ time in the city of sin (wait, that’s Vegas) even if it was only a 24-hour adventure.

Driving in & out of NYC with Ryan and the band was long but fun….
ry driving

And in Brooklyn, Nick performed an old-tyme sepia ragtag dance in the living room…
crazy nick

Nothing ever really changes, eh?

I don’t know, but I certainly do overpack. I always pack in preparation for something — the worst: a national emergency, a coastal power outage, or a cathartic moment that changes me, inabling me to return to where I’ve come from….

So I pack everything I might possibly need: discman, journal, planner, extra batteries, “Breaking Out of Beginner’s Spanish”, a sweater, a long-sleeved shirt, an extra pair of jeans — in case I spill coffee, yet again, on the pants I’m wearing — underwear, always an extra pair, ditto for socks, toiletries, razor, deodorant, expensive french perfume, several kinds of lip moisterizers, wallet, keys, unmbrella, phone + charger….

I wrote holiday cards tonight. You have to call them “holiday cards” these days, otherwise you’re considered culturally insensitive. I’d say “Christmas cards” but my recipient list includes five Jews, several agnostics and a few people who don’t celebrate anything national or commercial. So, it’s “holiday” then. Happy Holidays and Happy New Year, etc etc. Many happy returns.

What are returns? Returns on investments?

> Many happy things. Much happiness. A happy future. A happy present. Notice how everyone always wishes eachother happiness for the future, as if otherwise we’re all doomed to remain in an apathetic collective depression. Nay! No we aren’t and I’ll not have it! I won’t!

I had a dream that my pal Mary Iwata had her baby. She was due yesterday, in the Netherlands. I mean, if she were still in the US she’d be due the same day, I’m just saying she’s now living in the Netherlands. So I had this dream where she was in labor all night long and was getting pretty annoyed by it, and finally when she had the baby, we were all shocked to see it was a girl, not the boy we’d all predicted. I woke up feeling extreme anxiety over the whole thing, her discomfort, the anticipation…I was really agitated for a while, wanted to call across the ocean and check in. I was convinced she’d gone into labor. I guess we’ll just wait for an email and see if I’m right.

PS: I love my pals. I sent out an email to NYC people asking for a place to crash in the very near future, and everyone responded immediately in the positive. Crazy. The Joes and their film ideas are awesome, and Ryan’s great, great great, and England friends are so cool (international videoconferencing is even cooler), George is even in touch, and the intellectual Cambridge kids I babysit — thanks to my tutorials in underground hip hop culture — have actually begun writing me raps. WORD!

It’s freaking freezing out, but I’ve really nothing to complain about. So I won’t.

PPS: If you haven’t checked out Baghdad Burning on the sidebar (thanks Joe for linking to it first), please do. Here’s an excerpt from this Iraqi girl’s blog:

People are wondering how America and gang (i.e. Iyad Allawi, etc.) are going to implement democracy
in all of this chaos when they can’t seem to get the gasoline flowing in a country that virtually swims in oil.
There’s a rumor that this gasoline crisis has been concocted on purpose in order to keep a minimum of cars
on the streets. Others claim that this whole situation is a form of collective punishment because things are
really out of control in so many areas in Baghdad- especially the suburbs. The third theory is that this being
done purposely so that the Iraq government can amazingly bring the electricity, gasoline, kerosene and
cooking gas back in January before the elections and make themselves look like heroes.

We’re also watching the election lists closely. Most people I’ve talked to aren’t going to go to elections.
It’s simply too dangerous and there’s a sense that nothing is going to be achieved anyway. The lists are
more or less composed of people affiliated with the very same political parties whose leaders rode in on
American tanks. Then you have a handful of tribal sheikhs. Yes- tribal sheikhs. Our country is going to
be led by members of religious parties and tribal sheikhs- can anyone say Afghanistan? What’s even more
irritating is that election lists have to be checked and confirmed by none other than Sistani!! Sistani- the
Iranian religious cleric. So basically, this war helped us make a transition from a secular country being run
by a dictator to a chaotic country being run by a group of religious clerics. Now, can anyone say ‘theocracy
in sheeps clothing’?

Erudite, I believe, is a GRE vocab word that relates perfectly to the tone of this esteemed (mostly British) anthro film symposium today.

Bleh!

Where do I begin: with the faggy, incomprehensible, pedantic panel discussion moderator who, despite the comical nature of his character, pissed off both the audience and the panelists with his exhausting and exhaustive rhetoric? For God’s sake, he even pronounced “plunge” in the French: “plong-jaaay”. This could not have been worse.

As for the panelists themselves, I was sad to see that author Anna Grimshaw made a crappy film and, although (or maybe because) she had a temperate, quiet nature, came across as lacking any and all enthusiam for her subject matter; Anri Sala is a hot young Albanian who shot some cool footage of crabs, but…..Sharon Lockhart was the only credible filmmaker worth mentioning in detail. She shot a fictionalized doc on a Japanese girls’ basketball team in 1997; she also clipped out live-action basketball photos from newspapers and magazines, had the girls choose which ones they wanted to imitate, then reshot (photo, with professional lighting, portrait-style) each scene that the girls had chosen. She also worked with a famous choreographer and — gasp — one of my favorite designers, Issey Miyake, to choreograph a basketball warm-up session that came across cinematographically more as modern dance than as basketball, although all the moves were basketball moves. It was a really interesting piece. Slow, shot in a single wide frame, but you never wanted to take your eyes off the scene. It was just so different and cool. She’s got another film screening tonight — in 10 minutes, actually — but it costs money and I’m not interested in seeing the other shorts in the screening, plus I’d rather eat a burrito and cheesecake, so maybe another time.

There were other guest speakers — several Brits, a few from the Granada Centre [insert me running screaming HERE], and some elitist Harvard professors who analyzed to death a video of a video of a man turning the same page of a photo album for 11 minutes straight. Tums, anyone?

It really sucked because the whole time I was sitting a few seats down from Christine Walley, an anthro prof at MIT and a documentary filmmaker whom I had just emailed and really wanted to talk to, but, like the intelligent person she probably is, she left the thing early and I never got a chance to introduce myself. I actually endured 8 hours of this ridiculous event all for the promise of meeting some cool international ethno filmmakers, but it was so agonizing that really all the cool people left, except for Sharon, who nearly fell asleep on the panel and got so frustrated with the moderator that she more or less refused to answer any more of his unintelligible questions.

So, right. It was a bust. The whole time I kept having one thought: why are they so great? They’re just making films for other snooty academics. There is little application to the outside world, in terms of the audience; there is little accessibility. Sure, I don’t want to make commercial films but I’ve mad respect for Michael Moore at least for getting half of Americans to the theatres to voluntarily see Faren 911, and to Errol Morris, who made Fog of War and who I *think* was actually sitting next to me in the pizza shop this afternoon…yes he lives in Cambridge, I’ve heard… Anyway, at least these docs are reaching the public. This whole bullshit about art and its intersection with the transitive other and bla bla bla — keep it in the lecture hall, chumps. Is it not the anthro filmmaker’s job, no, responsibility, to not just raise important socio-cultural questions through their films but to translate them, both visually and narratively, in a language the average American can more or less understand? Because if you can’t reach the majority of the population, how the hell can you effect change? Those aging yuppie multisyllabic hippie professors at Harvard today can reason themselves into heaven with their colonialist refutations and culturally relativist, subjective retrospective baloney, but what the hell good does it do? What changes? Whose thought changes?

Because none of this is worth anything if it doesn’t change peoples’ thinking.

THE END.

As usual, I babysat tonight. The kids wake up when the cat howls, and the cat does howl. So I brought him downstairs.
Someday I’m going to have a nice house like this. Five, actually, in different countries. Someday.

babysitting

Oh and this is the sweetest baby I’ve ever met, the son of a friend-of-a-friend. I take care of him too, sometimes. He likes to grab my hair while lunging for the camera. See, I don’t have to have any kids for many more years, because I’ve got plenty around as it is.

gabriel

…is incredibly awesome.

My roommate is a massage therapist-in-training. Naturally, I offered myself up as the sacrificial lamb with a wrecked back. However, never in a million did I expect improvement; I expected, at best, a momentary ease….but dang it, she’s good! She got rid of knots and I felt them go! They were smooshed like marshmallow bunnies under the rug. See, you pinch the knotted muscle and it spasms until it disintegrates…or something…

It’s like 7 seconds of pulled-pork pain,
and then it’s gone.

So maybe the toilet smells a bit like sewage and moves when you sit on it; my neck and shoulders feel ions better, and I’ll disinfect the bathroom daily in exchange for continued improvement.

Massages ROCK, man!

Linguist says word draws power from cool kinship
Wednesday, December 8, 2004 Posted: 8:12 AM EST (1312 GMT)

PITTSBURGH, Pennsylvania (AP) — Dude, you’ve got to read this.

A linguist from the University of Pittsburgh has published a scholarly paper deconstructing and deciphering the word “dude,” contending it is much more than a catchall for lazy, inarticulate surfers, skaters, slackers and teenagers.

An admitted dude-user during his college years, Scott Kiesling said the four-letter word has many uses: in greetings (“What’s up, dude?”); as an exclamation (“Whoa, Dude!”); commiseration (“Dude, I’m so sorry.”); to one-up someone (“That’s so lame, dude.”); as well as agreement, surprise and disgust (“Dude.”).

Kiesling says in the fall edition of American Speech that the word derives its power from something he calls cool solidarity — an effortless kinship that’s not too intimate.

Cool solidarity is especially important to young men who are under social pressure to be close with other young men, but not enough to be suspected as gay.

In other words: Close, dude, but not that close.

“It’s like man or buddy, there is often this male-male addressed term that says, ‘I’m your friend but not much more than your friend,”‘ said Kiesling, whose research focuses on language and masculinity.

To decode the word’s meaning, Kiesling listened to conversations with fraternity members he taped in 1993. He also had undergraduate students in sociolinguistics classes in 2001 and 2002 write down the first 20 times they heard “dude” and who said it during a three-day period.

He found the word taps into nonconformity and a new American image of leisurely success.

Anecdotally, men were the predominant users of the word, but women sometimes call each other dudes.

Less frequently, men will call women dudes and vice versa. But that comes with some rules, according to self-reporting from students in a 2002 language and gender class included in the paper.

“Men report that they use dude with women with whom they are close friends, but not with women with whom they are intimate,” according to the study.

His students also reported that they were least likely to use the word with parents, bosses and professors.

Historically, dude originally meant “old rags” — a “dudesman” was a scarecrow. In the late 1800s, a “dude” was akin to a “dandy,” a meticulously dressed man, especially out West. It became “cool” in the 1930s and 1940s, according to Kiesling. Dude began its rise in the teenage lexicon with the 1981 movie “Fast Times at Ridgemont High.”

“Dude” also shows no signs of disappearing as more and more of our culture becomes youth-centered, said Mary Bucholtz, an associate professor of linguistics at the University of California, Santa Barbara.

“I have seen middle-aged men using ‘dude’ with each other,” she said.

So I’ve developed this new favorite pastime: talking to Iraqis via Skype. Today I met a network technician in Baghdad. He said the city is a bloodbath, but he’s working for the Americans right now. I said please don’t hate us, the Northeast didn’t vote for you-know-who…but he was quite bitter about things. We talked about England. He thinks Americans are better than the British.

It’s insane that we can do this: that I can sit in my office in Cambridge and talk to some dude younger than me at work in Baghdad. Somehow it brings you closer to real life than reading someone’s blog or reading the news or watching streaming video…even though it’s still all electronic communication…

I asked him if things in the city were open, shops and schools and offices. He said everything is open but “no electricity no fuel no safety if u go out and if ur pretty u will get kidnaped” (by Americans, Iraqis and Iranians). “saddam was cruel and mad but he got the job right. the americans fucked us up. when the people realize that the americans are not gonna do anything, all iraq will be like fullojah.”

What the hell is going on there? What the hell have we done?