Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Electromagnetic Warfare Training Olympic National Forest

bring your drums ... rain gear...  

Bring your 
Letters of opposition addressed to 
Greg Wahl, Forest Service environmental coordinator,
1835 Black Lake Blvd. S.W.,
Olympia, WA 98512

Your children's drawings on what the forest means to them. 
Rain gear and Hats 

We are protected by 1st amendment rights on the public sidewalk, but not in the parking lot. We will need to keep moving in an orderly fashion. We are not protected in the US Forestry parking lot..

This is a non violent gathering



-- 
Elana Freeland, MA
Sub Rosa America series
Chemtrails, HAARP, and the Full Spectrum Dominance of Planet Earth

The Silence of Flooded Houses by Richard Brautigan

"The Silence of Flooded Houses." The Beatles' Illustrated Lyrics. New York: Dell, 1975.
208 pages
Brautigan wrote the introduction to this collection of lyrics and over 100 photographs. Keith Abbott said this essay was a good example of Brautigan's inability to write journalism. For this assignment, like others, Abbot said Brautigan "spun out short, metaphorical fantasies" more dependent on his imagination, fueled by his friends and activities, for ideas than his ability to report on some event (Keith Abbott 88).



The full text of the introduction reads

Earlier this year here in Montana the Yellowstone River was flooding down below the Carter Bridge. The river kept rising day after day until it was flowing through houses. They became like islands in the river and there was a strange awkward loneliness to them because these were places where people had been living (laughing, crying, love and death) only a few days before and now they were just part of the Yellowstone River. 

Every time I passed by those houses on my way into town, I would get a very sad feeling and some words would come to mind. They were always the same words, "The silence of flooded houses." They repeated themselves over and over again. I soon accepted them as part of the way into town. 

I'll use those words for something, someday, I would think afterwards, but I didn't know what that something would be or when that day would come.
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the
church where the wedding has been,
lives in a dream.
Waits at the window, wearing the face
that she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for? 

Father McKenzie, writing the words of a
sermon that no-one will hear,
No-one comes near.
Look at him working, darning his socks
in the night when there's nobody there,
What does he care? 

Eleanor Rigby died in the church as was
buried along with her name.
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from
his hands as he walks from the grave.
No-one was saved.
One could say a million things about these songs. Your could go on for years talking about the Beatles. You could chop down a whole forest to make space for the pages. 

Some of the songs in this book are like the silence of flooded houses. 

This is all I have to say. 

Richard Brautigan
Pine Creek, Montana
October 11, 1974

Happy death day, Jack Kerouac


1969 -- Beat writer Jack Kerouac, On the Road
no more, dies, age 47, of abdominal bleeding
caused by drinking...

                 REMEMBERING JACK KEROUAC

  Writers are, in a way, very powerful indeed.
  They write the script for the reality film. Kerouac
  opened a million coffee bars & sold a million pairs
  of Levis to both sexes. Woodstock rises from his
  pages. Now if writers could get together into a real
  tight union, we'd have the world right by the words.
  We could write our own universes, & they would all
  be as real as a coffee bar or a pair of Levis or a prom
  in the Jazz Age. Writers could take over the reality
  studio. So they must not be allowed to find
  out that they can make it happen. Kerouac understood
  this long before I did. Life is a  dream, he said.

     — from White Fields Press; Published in
          Heaven Poster Series #10. Poster includes photo
          "Allen Ginsberg taking photograph of
          William S. Burroughs: Lawrence, Kansas
          1992" courtesy of Allen Ginsberg.




"Let there be joy in baseball
       again, like in the days when Babe
             Ruth chased an enemy
       sportswriter down the streets of
        Boston & ended up getting drunk
          with him on the waterfront &
       came back the next day munching
        on hotdogs & boomed homeruns
               to the glory of God."

       — Jack Kerouac, Escapade, July, 1959

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Happy birthday Lewis Mumford!

1895 -- Architect & culture critic Lewis Mumford lives. Universal humanist, a philosophical fountainhead for the organicist & environmentalist movements of today.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Happy birthday Nathaniel West

1903 -- Nathanael West lives, New York City.
American writer who satirized in his books the 
American Dream, & who attracted attention after
World War II first in France.

           With the rise of consumerism & commodity
           fetishism the distinction between image & reality
           is critically blurred. West was one of the first
           writers to see this situation developing.
           The Day of the Locust ...depicts the consequences
           of the blurring of the line between substance 
           & image.

        The wooden horse, Balso realized as he walked
        on, was inhabited solely by writers in search of an
        audience, & he was determined not to be tricked
        into listening to another story. If one had to be 
        told, he would tell it.

             — from The Dream Life of Balso Snell

               http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/nwest.htm

Happy birthday A.S. Neill

1883 -- Anti-authoritarian educator A.S. Neill lives. Establishes his school, Summerhill, with Lyme Regis, in England.

Word of the day: Tawdry

Contraction of St. Audrey's lace, with reference to Saint Audrey or Æthelthryth/Æðelþryð (died 679), an Anglo-Saxon saint in whose honour a fair was held.
___________________
The common version of Æthelthryth's name was St. Awdrey, which is the origin of the word tawdry, which derived from the fact that her admirers bought modestly concealing lace goods at an annual fair held in her name in Ely. By the 17th century, this lacework had become seen as old-fashioned, or cheap and of poor quality, at a time when the Puritans of eastern England looked down on any form of lacy dressiness.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Happy Birthday to Michel Foucault and Friedrich Nietzsche!

Interesting that these two dynamos share the same birthday, eh? Never knew that before today...



Thursday, September 25, 2014

Happy Birthday William Faulkner: 1897 -- William Faulkner lives. American novelist, awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1949. Faulkner found his writing requirements simple: "Paper, tobacco, food, & a little whiskey."


Neil Gaiman, George R.R. Martin and "Weird Al" Yankovic Read Banned Comics

It's that time of year, that everyone starts talking about banned books -- and in the comics industry, where we've been saddled with the stereotype that the whole art form is "for kids" for about three quarters of a century now, that means a lot of talk about banned comic books.
One guy who's occasionally found his "mature readers" titles on lists of banned titles is award-winning, best-selling writer Neil Gaiman, who is of course now widely regarded as one of the greatest living graphic novelists (in addition to being a best-selling novelist and a screenwriter of some repute).
Earlier today, Gaiman posted an image to Google+, bringing various corners of the geek ecosystem together in support of banned comics: as you can see above, musician "Weird Al" Yankovic (whose UHF is getting a 20th anniversary re-release later this year and whose Mandatory Fun back in July marked the first time in his decades-long career that he topped the Billboard charts) and novelist George R.R. Martin (whose best-selling Song of Ice and Fire series is the inspiration for the acclaimed HBO mega-hit Game of Thrones) joined Gaiman for a quick photo.

That's just...cool.
The Comic Book Legal Defense Fund, a First Amendment organization serving the comics community, has a number of banned books events set up for the coming week -- you can see a full list here.
The Comic Book Legal Defense Fund Liberty Annual comes out from Image Comics on October 8. You can bookmark its spot on the Image website to buy a digital copy when it's released, or check back with your retailer next month.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

The Bookstore at the End of the World

 July 20, 2011


The walk from my front door to Inside Higher Ed’s grand new offices takes about 10 minutes – or 15, if I am following the route that runs past a couple of unmarked graves. So I’ve come to think of the plots of commercial real estate where good bookstores used to be. One was a locally owned shop. It went out of business after years of competition from a behemoth national chain that opened its doors a few blocks away. The other, of course, was the behemoth national chain bookstore itself, which left a vast, empty cavern when its holdings were sold off not long ago.
On the way home, I sometimes visit an international newspaper and magazine shop that regularly becomes frozen in time. Few, if any, new magazines will be put out for weeks at a stretch. Instead, the owner rearranges the stock, mixing in unsold copies of old issues, which makes browsing the shelves a somewhat melancholy experience. (Obama has always just been inaugurated.) A flood of fresh material sweeps through the place every once in a while -- including scholarly journals and titles so recondite that they can’t have much of a market – only to disappear again after a month or two.
The bookshops were weakened, over the years, by online vendors, and finished off with the economic downturn. And in a different way, so was the newsstand, which I have been visiting for 20 years: the non-periodical turnover of periodicals started in 2009. Nor is the end of these tendencies in sight. What little remains of the Borders chain (which has closed hundreds of stores over just the past few months) may begin liquidating as early as Friday.
The company’s owners “have no room to complain that Amazon ate their business,” writes one blogger, “when they destroyed the bookshops that belonged to serious book lovers and staffed their stores with bored college students who made out with their boyfriends in the storeroom (or maybe that was just me).”
But schadenfreude at corporate misfortune is, in this case, a bit shortsighted. The impact of “restructuring” the retail book and magazine trade (to use the blandest possible term for this wave of creative destruction) goes beyond the obvious immediate effects on consumer behavior. A revival of independent bookselling is the least likely outcome, at least in the short run. Rather, the shrinking number of outlets for hardbacks and paperbacks will create a greater incentive for publishers to emphasize e-books. (As if wiping out the expense of putting unsold copies in a warehouse were not enough.) The tendency is likely to be self-reinforcing: the easiest way to get an e-book is from an online vendor. Last summer, a prominent cyberpundit predicted that the printed book would be “dead” as a major cultural form within the next five years. This seems a little less preposterous all the time.
Meanwhile, the 6th Annual World eBook Fair is making 6.5 million digital volumes available to readers for free for one month. The fair ends on August 4.
Actually, most of the material can be downloaded for no charge the other 11 months of the year, as well. Almost two-thirds of it comes either from repositories for public-domain works (e.g. the Internet Archive and Project Gutenberg) or Wattpad, a.k.a. “the YouTube for e-books,” which describes itself as “a viral community where readers connect with authors, share stories they like with other readers and create viral fan bases for both established and brand new authors.” According to the figures available on the fair’s website, another 2.1 million titles come from the World Public Library, which normally has an annual subscription fee of $8.95 for individuals. (Educational institutions with up to 1,000 users can subscribe for just $2 a year.)
After spending a while looking into it, I’d say that none of these numbers mean all that much -- especially not the claim to be offering 6.5 million e-books. There is much duplication of content between the sources. Wattpad offers 17,000 texts from Project Gutenberg, for example. I got 17 results back from World Public Library following a search for work by the early 20th century American author and publisher E. Haldeman-Julius -- but seven of them were copies of the same book, which is also available from the Internet Archive (which offers four copies). The readability of the texts is also quite uneven. For example, World Public Library carries Joseph McCabe’s volume on George Bernard Shaw -- a title long out of print. One of the PDFs had blank pages where the original had not been scanned. The other was complete, but the text was faint.
Well, you can't beat the price, at least during the fair. A yearlong subscription to the World Public Library comes to just under 75 cents a month. It’s less like an investment than a wager: if there turns out to be some valuable but otherwise unavailable e-book in the collection, then the gamble will pay off. In any case, the fair continues for another couple of weeks. Take a look around and see if it seems worth the six bits.
“All of us who are digital immigrants have vivid memories of reading printed books in our childhood, youth, or early adulthood,” writes Tony Horava, an associate librarian at the University of Ottawa, in the June issue of Against the Grain. “We can recall the color, the cover design, and the typographical look of the pages, and any creases, folds, or imperfections in the pages; we can sometimes recall the smell and texture as well. Each book brought with it a unique experience that was intellectual, social, and emotional; the physicality of the artifact combined seamlessly with the richness of the world contained within the covers.” (Against the Grain is a magazine for publishers, librarians, and booksellers, with a particular focus on scholarly and reference books.)
Horava’s essay “eBooks and Memory: Down the Rabbit Hole?” is nothing if not ambivalent. While acknowledging that e-publishing is “being developed in a richer environment of functionality, portability, and integration than ever before,” he also worries it has “in some ways … led to a flattening of reading, an anonymizing of interaction with texts.”
The e-book “is far more than a digital version of a print book,” he writes; “it enables new associations of thought, new forms of learning and thinking, new forms of knowledge, and flexible ways to transmit scholarship.” Which sounds just grand, except for the novelty wearing thin: “In separating the intellectual content from the container of information, we have paved the way for standardization of experience and a narrowing relationship with the intellectual object.”
If Horava sounds self-contradictory, it is for good reason: his paradoxes reflect conflicting aspects of e-publishing and its effects on how we read. But his emphasis on how consuming print involves “both the physicality of the object and the world of people and ideas contained therein” seems to miss another dimension of the encounter. And that’s the place where reader and text first rendezvous – a bookshop or newsstand, often enough.
Simply having so many publications together within the same enclosed space generates a kind of surplus of information -- an excess that creates its own indirect effects on the reader. A volume glanced over one day may come to mind, years later, as worth giving another look. Accidents of shelving can teach you the meaning of synchronicity. The algorithms at Amazon are no match for an intelligent person behind the cash register.
A short video that just came out a few days ago evokes the mood of a remarkable bookshop where (to borrow Horava's expression again) “both the physicality of the object and the world of people and ideas contained therein” seem especially dense.
The venue in question, Brazenhead Books, might best be described as a literary “speakeasy” in New York City. It is not listed in the phonebook, nor are directions to it available online. You have to make an appointment to visit -- and that means you have to know somebody. A few months ago, I attended the meeting of a circle of writers, graduate students, literary agents, and uncategorizable bohemian cognoscenti that gathers at Brazenhead on Thursday nights. (My jacket still smells like an ashtray, though reportedly there is now a ban on smoking.)
The owner, Michael Seidenberg, keeps hours more typical of a Jack Kerouac character than a small businessman. It's easy to imagine buying something there at two in the morning. The books, which are all secondhand, are in excellent condition, well-organized, and reasonably priced. And the selection is crap-free. If you tried to sell him a Dan Brown novel or one of those Chicken Soup for the Soul things, Seidenberg would probably throw you out of the store and ban you.
Actually the curmudgeonliness doesn’t run very deep. “One thing I didn’t expect from selling books this way was how much I would enjoy all the people that come visit me,” he told me. “Very life-affirming.” If he thinks you are the right person for a given book and can’t afford it, something can probably be arranged. (On the other hand, he might decide he can’t part with it.)
The short film about Brazenhead by Andrew David Watson, who has taught as an adjunct in journalism at Temple University, captures something important: it’s less a store than a space. And what that space feels like is a bunker or a catacomb – a retreat from the blooming, buzzing, twittering confusion of the post-print world outside.Seidenberg makes clear that Brazenhead is not designed as a refuge for the impending collapse of civilization: "That wouldn't make sense," he jokes, "because it's already happened. I mean, what did you think the end of the world was going to look like?" At least I think he was joking.