Showing posts with label My own private Idaho. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My own private Idaho. Show all posts

Sunday, January 20, 2013

MLK Day



Is tomorrow, so I've been listening to Nina Simone.  Natch.  "Sunday in Savannah," "The King (of Love Is Dead)," and a good dose of "Mississipi Goddamn," cos no one captures better that moment, the shock and horror of having to go into the future with only an idea left of the complex man, knowing ideas get twisted around, bent, and razed to the ground, like places and people. 

Then I've been watching Amy Ray sing her new songs in concert and old duets with Brandi Carlisle, while trying to get through Dale Carpenter's book Flagrant Conduct: The Story of Lawrence v. Texas.  It's very readable - I love "behind the scenes of the big court cases" books, and this one has a fascinating back story.  Especially the part where Lawrence and Garner probably never broke that law together, and the whole thing was just one fluke/stroke of luck after another... 

Ray and Carlisle provide a good soundtrack, with Amy's southern grit and Carlisle's fiery hopefulness.  I grew up on Hardwick's hateful clinging to tradition to trump over all precedent and Constitutional analysis. I never have quite been willing to pay attention to Lawrence, as it seemed like a momentary lapse, or something.  So it's really interesting to actually read about what made it happen, with Carpenter's speculation about it's import, slightly jaded yet somewhat triumphant.

Another interesting thing about Lawrence I hadn't really noticed, in ignoring the whole thing, is that this was hardly a perfect test case thanks to the racial and class complications.  It's not the case the gay aristocracy made it out to be, kind of like Stonewall...

I'm also reading a novel by Tove Jansson (of Moomintroll fame), about artists and their oddities, Fair Play, translated from the Swedish (she was part of the Swedish-speaking minority in Finland).  Ali Smith wrote the introduction, and it's very terse and understated, yet intriguing, like Smith's works but, honestly, more readable to me...  Can't wait for The Summer Book, which has more family drama.

Otherwise, I am being very antisocial while actually getting some writing done and still working out.  An artist friend calls it 'hermiting.'  Yeah.  Hopefully I can keep this momentum going without losing all my friends...

Friday, May 4, 2012

Haring



Google's page for Keith Haring just looks so corporatized.  In the year where finally a good AIDS documentary (United In Anger ) came out...

I want to see this but probably can't swing it, even to visit my baby niece:the Brooklyn Museum Retrospective. 

Greatly missed.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Lava Hot Springs





We got stuck, because someone tried to jimmy the lock of the one car door that the key worked in, and we had to wait for the GF's son to come into town from working on the fireline in N Idaho, get a ride from a friend, and bring the good key.  Many drunk teenage boys tailgating in the parking lot made this less fun.  But the hot springs was nice, and the river was hopping.  Only four ambulances had to come...


Caribou National Forest











The tiny speck in the blue sky is a raptor -there were alot, though more of the black and white birds that no one can name are everywhere in the mountains around Pocatello.  Lots of ATVs, very polite though.