Friday, June 21, 2024

Sewing!

I am posting the pictures below because I am stupidly proud of my progress in my quest to become a...sew-er? I have had this on my list of things I've wanted to do for years, but it wasn't until I settled on starting with hand sewing that I felt like I could do this. Cal Patch, who is awesome, has a great tutorial on Creativebug to make a hand-sewn boxy tee. I am not there yet, but by the end of the summer, I think I can.

What I like about hand sewing is that I can correct stitches pretty easily, and I don't have to jump through the hoops of rewinding bobbins (or finding a place to set up the machine and materials). It's something I can easily put down and pick up, and I'm all about things I can fit into my schedule instead of having to schedule to.


 

In case it's not clear from the photos--why would it be?--I'm working on my French seam technique, and today I felt confident enough to do what I'm going to call a double French seam, which basically means I'm using a French seam to join two pieces that were made with a French seam. (Wow, how many times can I fit one phrase into the same sentence?) If this were on a sewing machine, I would be nervous about the corner where all of them meet, but by hand it was totally fine.

My secret weapons are a pencil and one of those see-through rulers; sadly, I am not at the point where I can eyeball it (maybe someday?). I'm also using basting stitch to help me get rid of pins, which sounds like an extra step, but actually makes my life easier since I don't have to worry about stabbing myself with pins as much.

There's been stuff going on this week, which I hope to update on later. Glad to have a little time today to get back into this meditative project.

Deb in the City

Monday, June 17, 2024

Numbers, and an open letter to Cory Doctorow regarding Noam Chomsky

The good news first. I finished transcribing Evil Hides in Darkness, the tenth (!) installment of my saga. It clocked in at 15981 words, which brings my total to 222,046 words. I began to transcribe installment eleven, The Limits of Magic, this morning, and realized I had the beginning stored in a Google Drive doc (I'm not doctrinaire about my methods, even if I have my preferences). Um...let's just say, as I suspected, this installment is going to be the longest yet. Hmm...

In other news...

As I've mentioned, I enjoy Cory Doctorow's writings, and I've found him to be clarifying and informative. I not only read his blogs, I've read three of his books--and one of them was on the details around "intellectual property"--in the entertainment industry. I genuinely like this guy, and through him I've since been turned on to The American Prospect, which is providing fantastic coverage of issues I care about. 

So please take that into account when you read what I wrote to him below after reading his latest post. I like Doctorow, but I loathe Noam Chomsky, and damn, am I done with staying silent when I see someone like him promoted in any way.

Doctorow sent a polite reply, which he didn't have to do. Hopefully I'm not blocked now.

Deb in the City

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Hi Cory,

I'm glad to see that Chomsky managed to trip into a useful opinion. Given his toxic, career-ending sexism (at least according to all of the accounts I've heard of women who studied under him at MIT), as well as his callousness (I recall hearing an interview in which he defended keeping monuments to confederate leaders), his misunderstanding of the position on NATO expansion, plus his advocacy for "peace negotiations" to end the war in Ukraine--not to mention that he was, of course, found to be a friend of Jeffrey Epstein's (I'm sure they spent a good deal of time talking about cutting edge science and culture, not indulging in anything unsavory)--it is truly amazing that he could arrive at a common sense opinion about political activity.

We go to the polls to elect someone who will do the best job out of all of the options to advocate for and legislate to our needs. We're not inviting someone into our family or even over for dinner. This is a relatively simple proposition and doesn't require any posturing around labels.

For the record, I was happy to be considered a progressive-left-liberal Democrat until the Syrian Civil War broke out in 2011. I was disgusted by the shocking lack of compassion by almost everyone on my side of the aisle, especially those who were, like me, Gen X/Baby Busters/Slackers who got an education about the Holocaust and genocide and recognized what they were looking at. As horrified as I am by what's happening in Gaza, I keep looking around for those people to care about what's going on--still!--in Syria. I'll also take as vigorous a demonstration of concern for the trafficked children of Ukraine.

All to say that even while I am contacting my state and federal legislators every week--not to mention regularly bugging the city councilors in Boston, staying active in municipal organizations, and marching to help unionize businesses in my area--Chomsky and other "leftists" can keep their seal of approval. Actually, they can all try a little harder to earn mine.

Thanks,
Deb (She/Her/Hers)

Monday, June 10, 2024

My crutch is consistency. And Douglas Adams can screw.

This has turned into one of those mornings. On the way home from getting my sons some ice cream and coffee (as well as some actual groceries), someone ran a red light, which caused us to stop short and for me to spill coffee all over my sweater. Then I had an upsetting call with my mother, whose dementia is spiraling. It didn't end well, and I'm not the only person she contacted (or who's upset).

I wanted to cry, and my sister advised that might be the best course of action. The last thing I wanted to do were those grown up things that, you know, help me achieve my goals...but I did them anyway. I did my PT exercises and noticed that, hey, I'm getting much better at them. I forced myself to transcribe this new installment, and you know what, this new twist doesn't suck. And I really, really, did not want to call Nevada voters first thing in their morning, but after bracing myself to get hung up on ten times, three out of ten were pretty nice. 

None of this makes the issues with my mother go away, nor does it address my other anxieties, both personal and, well, larger. But it's not nothing, and sometimes that's a big win.

Right...I'm also keeping up with my reading (yes, thank you, I will take the medal, parade, and statue), but one book I happily ditched into the library was some edited compilation of Douglas Adams' writings. My husband really liked The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy...and then came upon some bs Adams wrote about trying to be Jewish--in no small part because of the size of his nose--but, as the title says, he likes bacon.

God damn, I am so glad I never wasted my precious time on anything he ever wrote. Why someone like that repelled me, I can't tell you, but sometimes my instincts aren't wrong (see also: Roald Dahl and Doctor Seuss). Now if only I could get over The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock...

Deb in the City

Thursday, June 6, 2024

9 down, 7 to go

I just finished transcribing the ninth installment of my saga. I am now up to 206,095 words, and I actually do feel a sense of accomplishment, which is rare for me. I have been planning out and seeing the scenes from this installment for decades, and while there are some things I still need to tweak, I got down on paper what's been haunting me. Maybe that means something to me because those themes have been ever more present for me in the last few years. 

Onward. This next installment was also something I replayed over and over, and the balance is just a little more difficult. You know what? I can't wait.

Deb in the City

Monday, June 3, 2024

And now a baby!

My newly married daughter, the oldest of my father's grandchildren, got to bask in the spotlight for exactly one week before she was upstaged by the littlest of her cousins, my youngest sister's brand new baby girl, born to her and her wife yesterday night a little after 10 PM. She's just a little bigger than my smallest twin--born almost twenty years ago (!)--and she looks sooo much like my sister. 

In this brave new world of ours, we were able to follow along with the progress of labor and delivery. That was great when we wanted frequent updates, but frustrating when we wished to be there to support the new parents. Still, it was precious to see the first pictures of my tiny, minutes old niece. 

This is not a normal period of time. Most months, and certainly most weeks, don't features weddings or births, much less both. Last year was pretty rough--enough said. But I'm grateful to the universe right now for the reminder that life really does go on.

Deb in the City

Thursday, May 30, 2024

Copyrights for Choreography?

Over a decade ago, I read and loved *Apollo's Angels: a History of Ballet* by Jennifer Homans. (Here is my review.) It's a fascinating story, and one of the questions that stays with me is the role of the choreographer, not to mention the mechanisms of choreography. It has always been notoriously difficult to come up with a system of notation for choreography, because you not only have to synchronize movement to time, you have to note what each body part is doing--and those movements change all the time (that's part of what the audience is watching for). Ballet has developed some shorthand--e.g., first arabesque or glissade--but it's still a lot to note for one piece, especially when there are multiple dancers.

To those who would say that orchestras manage it with different instruments, I would answer that 1) musicians can use auditory cues to correct themselves, whereas dancers don't always have the luxury of seeing what their fellow dancers are doing, and 2) orchestras almost always have a conductor standing over them to make sure they get it just right; a master choreographer would have a bunch of challenges using a similar signaling system.

Video evaporated many of these constraints. Choreographers no longer had to depend on memory, they could just a watch a recording. But that, perhaps not ironically, blurred the line between production and reproduction: the price of being able to remember the exact steps means that in many cases you're less likely to innovate them, especially if it's a beloved production like *Sleeping Beauty*, *Gisele*, or *The Nutcracker*. Here I am reminded yet again about Frantz Fanon's distinction between static customs and dynamic cultures.

More recently, I've been following the saga of HYBE versus ADOR in South Korea open-mouthed and wide-eyed. There's a lot, but maybe start with this article. It's kind of perfect that when I finally found NewJeans, a group that could serve as my entree into k-pop, they would end up embroiled in a complicated legal issue. (Good thing I'd already been reading a bunch of Cory Doctorow's thoughts on the BS of intellectual property.) 

As I said, there's a lot, but it seems like what it boils down to is both creative and corporate control of entertainment. The latest wrinkle is whether or not choreography should be copyrighted. Perhaps because of what I know of the history of ballet, perhaps because of Doctorow, perhaps because I'm a writer, my blood chilled when I read that.

Of course dance is an art form, and of course those artists should be recognized and compensated--but if we copyright choreography, we are confining ourselves to constantly rewatching *Sleeping Beauty*, *Gisele*, *The Nutcracker*, or something else that's 70-, 75-, or 90-years old. We will be locked in a world of custom, and it will be more difficult to create a dynamic culture.

I don't blame choreographers for wanting more money, and even wanting more credit; as the article linked above lays out, there's a good argument to be made that they are a key element in k-pop's elevated profile. I think they should be paid more for their contributions, but *up front*, and I think they should be entitled to royalties from those contributions. But dance is movement, and while a lot of what I've seen of the k-choreography (that's a term now, I just decided) is very innovative, it is not strictly "original" because it tends to be combinations of movements that have been seen before. This isn't a criticism of any of the choreographers--this is a reflection of the limitations of the human body. 

This is also the nature of art: however you define it, it builds on what has come before it, whether refuting an idea or extending it. Almost no works of art are complete originals, like Athena sprung from the head of Zeus. This is not a criticism of art or artists: this is just a function of time, memory, and how long we as human beings have been, in effect, talking amongst ourselves. 

I bring up Doctorow because he and Rebecca Gilpin, his co-author of *Chokepoint Capitalism*, take apart the abusive system of entertainment or, if you prefer, cultural and artistic production, and the numerous ways in which those creators and contributors are absolutely screwed. And yet they do not endorse sophisticated schemes for intellectual property; in fact, those tend to take even more power away from the artists and put it into the hands of the corporations who own the intellectual property. I promise you, if choreography is South Korea becomes copyrightable, it is the conglomerates (chaebols) like HYBE that are going to get the lion's share of the payments, not the choreographer. 

I think ADOR CEO Min Hee-Jin has a point that there was a lot of "copy-paste" of NewJeans' music, dances, and "looks", and the fact that it happened under the same conglomerate that doesn't seem to have featured a lot of productive communication could feel like a slap in the face, especially when there's so much time and energy spent putting those elements together in the service of communicating ideas or ideals. I also believe that copying without innovating can lead to the same chilling effect on culture, albeit via a different route. But the answer is not to copyright and make things harder to genuinely build upon. The answer is to respect creators (and producers) from jump so that they don't have to try and squeeze every bit of their creations and innovations such that nothing will be left for anyone else. That is a harder ask because it means addressing what's wrong in a creative culture--and I don't just mean South Korea--but it is necessary for real change. 

Deb in the City

Tuesday, May 28, 2024

A wedding

This weekend my oldest daughter got married. If I can find one of the "detail" shots, I'll post that, but not of people. It was a small affair (as weddings go) that my daughter and her new husband (!) worked very hard on, and they were a beautiful couple.

My new son-in-law (!!!) had family members and friends, while my daughter had mostly family. This is actually fair: her three siblings and four cousins came, as did three out of four grandparents and four aunts, plus two uncles and a significant other. Oh yeah, and her parents. That is seriously about half the guest list. Both of them were surrounded by love.

It was a lovely affair, and the young couple was extremely thoughtful. But it also made me think that I'm probably over my fantasy about my "missed" wedding. No, I do not wish I wore a beautiful gown, and no, I do not wish I had had wedding cake. I have worn enough dresses and eaten enough cake. I'm good. So good, in fact, that I told my children, nieces, and nephew (and two single sisters) that the next wedding will be sneakers and jeans/sweatpants/yoga pants. That, plus the men will wear as much make up as the women.  

I'm very happy with my (?) new in-laws, particularly my son-in-law's mother (there are words for that role in Korean and Yiddish, but I don't think we've got one in English). I look forward to hanging out with all of them more.

Weddings are just the opening act. It is of course marriage that is the main event, and that's all part of a building block of family. The world is pretty frightening right now, but this event was a good reminder that good things are still possible.

Deb in the City