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First-time listening for April, 2009

19790. (Sergei Prokofiev) Piano Sonata #9 in C
19791. (Sergei Prokofiev) Piano Sonata #10 (frag­ment), Op.107
19792. (Griev­ous Angels) One Job Town
19793. (High Places) 03/07–09/07
19794. (Nel­ly Fur­ta­do) Folk­lore Read more »

READING — APRIL 2009

17371. (Alexan­der Macken­zie) Voy­ages from Mon­tre­al on the Riv­er St. Lau­rence through the
. . . . . Con­ti­nent of North Amer­i­ca to the Frozen and Pacif­ic Oceans In the Years 1789
. . . . . and 1793 with a Pre­lim­i­nary Account of the Rise, Progress, and Present State
. . . . . of The Fur Trade of That Coun­try
17372. (Arthur Conan Doyle) The Final Prob­lem [sto­ry]
(Christo­pher S. Beek­man & William W. Baden –ed.) Non­lin­ear Mod­els for Archae­ol­o­gy and
. Anthro­pol­o­gy ― Con­tin­u­ing the Rev­o­lu­tion:
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Are You Experienced?

This was, believe it or not, the first album I ever owned. I grew up in a non-musi­cal fam­i­ly, and apart from what­ev­er turned up on the radio or tele­vi­sion, my expo­sure to music was very lim­it­ed. When I acquired a (kit-built) turntable and ampli­fi­er, I ran out and bought the first thing that appealed to me. Hav­ing noth­ing to go on, I picked Jimi Hen­drix’s Are You Expe­ri­enced?for no oth­er rea­son than that I liked the cov­er. Read more »

(Forman 1968) The Firemen’s Ball [Hoří, má panenko]

It’s been fif­teen years since I’ve seen Miloš For­man’s satir­i­cal mas­ter­piece. I found it even more plea­sur­able on sec­ond view­ing. Filmed with an ama­teur cast of real fire­men, in a small North Bohemi­an town, the film con­tains absolute­ly noth­ing overt­ly polit­i­cal. But it’s atti­tude was sub­tly sub­ver­sive in a way that enraged the rul­ing Com­mu­nists, who declared it “banned for­ev­er”, and even threat­ened For­man with ten years impris­on­ment for “dam­age to the state”. For­man was in Paris when the Sovi­ets invad­ed, short­ly after, so he defect­ed and became a pro­fes­sor at Colum­bia Uni­ver­si­ty. He sub­se­quent­ly had a dis­tin­guished direct­ing career, with films such as One Flew Over the Cuck­oo’s Nest and Amadeus. But none of these block­busters can equal the vital­i­ty and orig­i­nal­i­ty of this ear­ly effort. It’s dif­fi­cult to explain why this sim­ple, episod­ic piece of nat­u­ral­ism is so effec­tive. You just have to watch it. There are so many scenes where the com­e­dy emerges painful­ly from plain real­i­ty, such as when the cam­era scans the bored expres­sions of the girls being parad­ed before the aging judges in a ludi­crous beau­ty con­test, the bril­liant­ly timed sequence when it’s dis­cov­ered that all the raf­fle prizes have been stolen, or the fire­men mov­ing a crotch­ety old man clos­er to his burn­ing home to keep him warm. This is not bit­ter or accus­ing satire. In fact, the film’s approach is ten­der and for­giv­ing. And per­haps that is what infu­ri­at­ed the cor­rupt Com­mu­nist oli­garchs most of all.

17394. (Jack W. Brink) Imagining Head-Smashed-In ― Aboriginal Buffalo Hunting on the Northern Plains

The Province of Alber­ta has two superb muse­ums asso­ci­at­ed with out­door sites. One, of course, is the famed Tyrell Muse­um of Pale­on­tol­ogy. The oth­er is Head-Smashed-In Buf­fa­lo Jump, declared a World Her­itage Site by UNESCO in 1981, with its Inter­pre­tive Cen­tre. For a peri­od of five thou­sand years, native peo­ples of the region drove herds of buf­fa­lo over this cliff. The beasts were dri­ven and herd­ed to their deaths with aid of a com­plex sys­tem of cairns, fences, and cor­rals, and orga­nized team-work. The bod­ies were butchered and processed into pem­mi­can (a spoilage-resis­tant con­cen­trat­ed food) and hun­dreds of oth­er prod­ucts, which were trad­ed across the region. It was vir­tu­al­ly an indus­tri­al-scale enter­prise. Head-Smashed-In was only one of many such sites in the region, but it is the one most thor­ough­ly inves­ti­gat­ed. Read more »

Monday, April 2, 2009 — Maps, Snake Mounds, Buffalo, Mackenzie ― A Personal Reflection

O9-04-02 BLOG Monday, April 2, 2009 - Maps, Snake Mounds, Buffalo, Mackenzie pic 1Before I could even read and write, I drew maps. The desire to cre­ate a visu­al mod­el of my phys­i­cal envi­ron­ment seems to have been built into me. Through­out child­hood, I drew maps of the near­by forests, care­ful­ly pac­ing out trails in order to repro­duce their pro­por­tions cor­rect­ly, and mark­ing down swamps, cliffs, and glacial boul­ders. When I became aware of the exis­tence of pub­lished maps and atlases, I pored over them with the enthu­si­asm that oth­er kids had for hock­ey cards and comics.

I was not, how­ev­er, des­tined to be an “arm­chair trav­el­er”. Maps, for me, were ― and remain ― an expres­sion of an impa­tient rest­less­ness that is the sig­na­ture of my tem­pera­ment. Wan­der­lust. Itchy feet. A chron­ic chaf­ing against any con­fine­ment or restraint. It’s not sur­pris­ing that my intel­lec­tu­al inter­ests com­bined geog­ra­phy and his­to­ry with the philo­soph­i­cal issues of free­dom and slav­ery. Read more »

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FILMS JANUARY-MARCH 2009

(Jones 1975) A Boy and His Dog
(Muy­bridge / 1877–85 ) Homage To Ead­weard Muy­bridge
(Edi­son 1894) Sandow [the Strong Man] Read more »

First-time listening for March, 2009

19688. (Fred­er­ick Delius) Dance Rhap­sody #1
19689. (Fred­er­ick Delius) The Song of the High Hills
19690. (Fred­er­ick Delius) Piano Pre­lude #1
19691. (Fred­er­ick Delius) Piano Pre­lude #2
19692. (Fred­er­ick Delius) Piano Pre­lude #3 Read more »