Wednesday, December 25, 2013
I've been carrying my camera everywhere, just like usual, and interacting with people, seeing stuff, doing things, but that hasn't translated into posts in Lobsterland lately. I find myself at Christmas with photos from the middle of November I haven't even sorted out.
Fortunately, I get paid the same whether I keep my normal, obsessively chronological and up-to-date form up or if I blow it off completely. Unfortunately, I really enjoy this strange form of journaling. Blogging is like keeping a diary and leaving it open on coffee tables at the homes of friends and relatives when they're having parties.
Anyway, Corinna won this Civility Award from Consensus KC, in large part for managing to stay civil and engaged on a big project staffed mostly by people you'd have to describe as, uh, adversaries. Maybe not by intent, but as a mental health survivor, someone who considers surviving the treatment a bigger deal than surviving the illness, a roundtable of shrinks isn't in the comfort zone. Then, with only one or two allies in the room, get that roundtable to go for a series of ideas that don't assume that the best starting place for addressing mental health issues is to just ask those shrinks what they want to do.
It took a lot out of her, but the Consensus event on mental health was fundamentally different from how it would have been otherwise (and I'm sure markedly different from the other editions that went on around the country). It wasn't without advocates for forced medication or those people who basically see the problem with mental health being all these crazy people, but the psychiatric survivors at least got their say.
The award was no small beer. The other recipients included Al Brooks, Steve Roling, the Roeland Park mayor and council, and Airick Leonard West.
Roling's speech included a great tale of civility, wherein he was an aid to Senator Tom Eagleton, very green and wet behind the ears, sent to try and get another Senator, Hubert Humphrey, to accept an amendment to a bill that Eagleton knew Humphrey wouldn't like. Roling described being so tongue-tied when he got to Humphrey that he couldn't even get his name out at first. Humphrey coaxed this information out of him, along with what he'd been sent for, no doubt taking a lot more time than he would have budgeted to talk to a junior aid for another Senator. He then explained that he didn't think much of this amendment, and that Eagleton no doubt knew that, but that he would accept it as long as Roling went back and reported that it had been accepted specifically because of Roling's persuasiveness.
When Roling got back to his boss, Humphrey had already called him and done the whole spiel about how the kid had won him over and that Humphrey would be glad to hire him if Roling ever needed a job and so on. And Eagleton told his young aid, 'That's how we treat people in the United States Senate—don't you forget it.'
That phrase caught me: I was like, is he talking about the same United States Senate? These aren't Senators from rival parties, they were both Democrats, and I don't know what the nature of the amendment was, how big a deal it was or wasn't to include. No doubt, I would take a dim view of whatever it was if I knew those details, and I probably wouldn't like the bill the amendment was tacked onto either, but I was impressed by the level of collegiality this illustrated. I think history has demonstrated that when politicians get too cuddly this way, really terrible things happen, but it's also apparent to me that today's Senate is more like an environment where you have your uncle executed for not clapping enthusiastically enough.
Alright, that's an extreme comparison. No matter what my wife says there are governments far worse than America's. You can prove it just by arguing with me on this point. We imprison an awful lot of people (many for lousy reasons and a few without due process), but we don't lock up punk bands who make fun of our President. As Lenny Bruce pointed out, Rome was a fine democracy unless you were a Christian, in which case you got fed to lions—'as rough as segregation gets.' Wow, did I just digress or what?
Sorry for getting bogged down in apologies for the homeland and the moral relativism of repression. Forgive me? Good, isn't that civil of you?
The other award winners were a big deal, too, including Corinna. And I had fun stalking all these luminaries with my camera. Alvin Brooks, I remember him from my early childhood with his work with the Ad Hoc Group Against Crime. Talk about a long memory—he spoke of conspiring with a white friend to cheat the segregated lunch counters at Katz when he was a kid. He'd give the white friend the money for the food, then see how many bites he could sneak off a plate that wasn't technically served to him before management ran him off. I guess making a game of it is a pretty good weapon to fight with, especially when you're a kid and don't have a lot of better options. I tend to think of segregation (not defacto but the real, tangible, posted on a sign kind) as almost prehistoric. Like the Civil War, the Enlightenment, the American Revolution, Napoleonic Wars, Shakespeare, etc., the kind of stuff that nobody who's alive had direct experience of.
Arrick Leonard West impressed me too, in no small part because he let Steve Roling try on his Google Glass, but even more so because he wouldn't let them honor just him and not the rest of the school board. He just took the mic and made them come up and accept with him. He's got a tall order fixing, from what I can tell, a world class dysfunctional school district. There are probably worse situations in public education, but I bet you'd have to go someplace like Detroit to find them. Charismatic, smart, diplomatic, if there's anyone capable of bringing real solutions and real improvement to bear, I can't imagine who would be a better candidate for the job.
It's tricky bringing that ideas man thing together with that compromise-and-implement man. The two are probably never found in one person, not even Mr. West, but he seems to be someone who can at least get them to shake hands.
The Roeland Park City Council surprised me just because I think of that as a sleepy suburb. I have a good friend who's a cop there, been on ride-along with him a couple of times. It's a nice place to live but I wouldn't want to visit there, right? But apparently the impending closure of their Wal-Mart created a series of crises that rocked that city's leadership to the core. And where it could have ended up all hard feelings and fisticuffs, with a handful of naysayers bringing everything to a halt, they managed to pull things together and figure stuff out...civilly.
It sounds so insignificant, civility. I don't know, when I think about some of my worse experiences in life, civility was definitely absent from a lot of them. Not all of them, I was very civilly fired from a good job without just cause one time, five days before Christmas too, and there are probably other examples. But when I have lose civility or the people around me (or both) do, it always ends badly.
Sunday, December 08, 2013
I guess checking out the Nerman Museum at JCCC put me in mind of how long it had been since I visited the Kemper.
So I drafted Mo and we went. Both my daughters used to jump at the chance to go to a museum with me, but now that they're in high school, uh... Yeah.
Though Mo will say no to the offer of a museum, she's not such a pill that she'll actually not enjoy that museum a little bit when she's thrust into it. She'd rather be home watching YouTube, and she makes no secret of that, but she's not too cool to appreciate a little art.
I guess if I'm all that nostalgic for the old days, when I could basically say, "We're going to a museum" and my kids would just get in the car and happily go to that museum, well, I could start over at square one. Have a baby. Get up at one o'clock in the morning for the day. First steps, first words, first time eating green beans or cereal, piano lessons, school plays... See also diaper changes, ear infections, seizures, autism diagnosis, failing grades.
Honestly, I love my kids and I wouldn't take any of those moments back, really. But the idea of basically getting off that roller coaster and getting right back in line makes me tired. I'm 44 years old, so by the time any future kiddos I produced got to where my kids are now, I'd be in my sixties. Call me crazy, but maybe, just maybe, there is a thing or two I can occupy myself with other than spreading my singular DNA further in the world. I'm not a big believer in overpopulation theory, but I'm pretty sure I've contributed at least my share of next generation humanity.
Plus, I have a nephew these days, and he's just starting to do museums.
Saturday, December 07, 2013
I hadn't been on campus at Johnson County Community College for a long, long time.
Corinna had an event to attend there, and with her concussion injuries she needed chauffeured in this instance. Five months after she found a wheel-eating pothole at speed on her mountain bike, she still spends a lot of time with her head on ice. Still can't spend much time looking at a screen. Still has trouble even riding in a car, let alone driving it most of the time.
Not to mention, she has trouble riding more than about three miles. Take heed, folks, concussions are no laughing matter. In fact, Corinna just got a new helmet with the MIPS technology that is supposed to give better concussion protection than the old-school helmets we've been riding in and I'm about to upgrade myself (can't figure out if the Scott Lin will fit me in a large — I'm right on the cusp of their size guide, or if I need to go with the POC Trabec Race MIPS — which comes in an XL but costs $100 more).
Well, if I was as laid up and screen restricted as Corinna has been lately, I'd be out a job. So if the POC is the only MIPS helmet I can find that fits, it's a bargain at twice the price. Sure, I could still get concussed, but why not give yourself the best chance of coming out healthy?
Anyway, this whole narrative is at odds, I suppose, with the photos. When I was last through the Nerman Gallery at JCCC, it was much smaller. As I recall, it was just a big room in one floor of the building where the performing arts spaces were. Today, I'm not sure but it might be a bit bigger than the Kemper Museum, and with a collection of a similar caliber.
When I needed to go (get Mo back to her mother), Corinna wanted to stay and network, and since she had found someone she knew there who could give her a ride, I skedaddled. Later that night, I got a text message from Corinna asking me to come pick her up from KU Med. The car she was riding in got rear-ended hard enough to knock it into two more cars. After months of being vulnerable to re-injury from things like stumbling on a curb, isn't a four car pile-up just what the doctor ordered?
Sunday, December 01, 2013
Here it is the end of Thanksgiving weekend and I still have photos to process and blog about from over two weeks ago.
Not lobsterlike, not lobsterlike at all. But I did, among other things, get the Christmas lights up on our house. I didn't really have the nerve it took to string them along the roofline, but luckily Gallmeyer came by and he fearlessly leaned out over gutters and awnings while I fed him zip-ties. My old lights had gotten kind of beat up, but after two years of buying LEDs on closeout after Christmas, I've worked up to this display. I plan to keep building on this, I'd like to wrap the apple trees, maybe line the walk, outline the windows, and so on.
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Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Oh, I should know by now. I tend to think I'm not that into Broadway musicals. Sure, they're the source of countless jazz standards, but I really don't think listening to Bill Evans or Sonny Rollins reinterpret a show tune really counts as enjoying Broadway.
The basic melody for the head and to an extent the chord changes are the same but then there's a probably genetic information in common between, say, garden slugs and members of Congress, and that doesn't mean your average Representative is anywhere near as cool as a slug.
But I tend to think of those old-timey Broadway musicals as culturally dated and irrelevant. Corny.
Emily's been a drama queen for quite a while now, and I'm always hoping she'll end up in a production of Sweeney Todd or Spamelot, something more contemporary. It never happens, and I go to these things thinking I'd never want to see this if my own daughter wasn't in it. Then I find myself caught up, really digging it. It happened with Annie, it even happened with Annie Get Your Gun.
I guess I'm a slow learner, because I went in to Guys and Dolls with the same idea that, for crying out loud, they could at least put on a musical from their grandparents generation like Hair.
The closest they ever came was a few years ago when they did Jekyll & Hyde, and I think there was a constituency that was fairly scandalized by that production. I'm not sure, but it might even be why the drama teacher who put that on isn't the drama teacher anymore.
But anyway, Guys and Dolls won me over, too. To the extent I think I'm going to have to check out the movie version made with Sinatra and Brando back in the 50s.
I don't know if we were supposed to be taking pictures or not, a lot of times they announce that you're not to, or print it in the program. If they said anything on the PA or in the program, I didn't catch it so I merrily clicked away. Of course I wanted pictures of my daughter, but being that her part was as a member of the Salvation Army, she wasn't on stage much and being in character meant she wasn't exactly animated when she was on stage.
Meanwhile, the rest of the musical completely swept me away and I got some pretty satisfying photos considering stage lighting. And distance. And fast-moving targets. Tell you what, though, shoot 600 frames and you're almost bound to get a shot or two. Or 28.
I'm not sure if there's a technique I could use to control for the glare on faces. So many times people all look pasty white and blown out with my third-row-available-light shots. And even with the ISO cranked way up, a lot of times stuff happens so fast it's still blurry as hell.
The Adelaide in this production absolutely stole the show. She looks like a 17-year-old Christy Brinkley to begin with, except maybe more so, and she threw herself into it with reckless abandon. Not to take away from any of the other performances, they were all solid.
This is probably Emily's last production, she might squeeze one more in before she graduates, and I guess I've finally caught on that I actually like Broadway musicals. I'm not ready to fly to the Big Apple and drop big bucks to see one there, but I'm going to have to remember that even if it seems incredibly dated when I look at the poster, these productions that stood the test of time did so because they have great songs, strong characters, good humor, and stories to tell.