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September 3, 2005

when all else fails, people take what they need

An image and caption from the San Francisco Chronicle:

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Apparently, the San Francisco Chronicle thinks it's wrong to take food and water from an abandoned store when you are starving in the aftermath of a hurricane. Never mind that these people would die without food. Never mind the utter failure of our federal government to provide appropriate aid, shelter, and care for days and days.

It is not as if the Chronicle snapped a photo of a cart full of televisions or electronics. Nope. The caption clearly states that these people were taking food.

That is not looting. That is survival. Even Tucker Carlson would agree:

Tucker Carlson, speaking to Reverand Al Sharpton about looting in New Orleans:

Wait a second, Reverend Sharpton, no one is suggesting that people who are starving or dying of thirst shouldn't help themselves葉here's an awfully large rat right there耀houldn't help themselves to food and water. But that's not what's going on.

- From the September 1st episode of The Situation with Tucker Carlson

September 8, 2005

technical snafu

I am having some weird technical issues - disappearing posts, trouble posting, etc. I will resume posting as soon I figure it out!

September 14, 2005

crawling back into the spaces

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I finally made it back to my favorite cafe today (after a long absence, due to this and this). And when I looked out the window and saw the Union Bank of California building looming above, I knew I was home. It felt good to come back to my writing, and good to see all the regulars I love to watch.

For some reason, I hesitate to write any words in this frame. I like the space unoccupied, the promise unfulfilled. The fact that I can crawl back into this space no matter how long I have been away. That I can disappear into my reappareance.

September 17, 2005

urban archaeology & anthropology

My students had only one class period to consider the question: What is culture? I decided the best way to approach it was to send them out into the city with a list of various anthropological ideas:

* Culture is social heritage or traditions – everything that is deemed necessary to pass on to future generations.


* Culture is learned behavior. (This could be anything from a child saying please-and-thank-you to the way people share space on the sidewalk.)


* Culture is values or rules for living.


* Culture is the way people solve problems.


* Culture is made up of ideas & symbols.


* Culture consists of the items in lists of categories, such as religion, social norms, social organization, and economy.


The assignment: People watch in downtown Portland until you find three examples to fit each conception of culture.

When they came back to class, we listed their findings on the board and discussed how our definition of culture shifted with each new finding.

Then, I handed them archaeology kits - envelopes filled with five Lomos. They considered each image & object in terms of its cultural function, category, and meaning. They did semiotic analysis of each one. Then, we used the photos to write a "cultural story."

Here are the Lomos from envelope #1:

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My students saw the small square of grass as a symbol of the last remaining traces of wildlife and nature. It sits surrounded by concrete, which creeps inch-by-inch until no green spaces are left. Perhaps this little square can be seen as evidence of "heritage," a monument to the lost natural landscape.

The zamboni smooths out imperfections in the ice, but at the same time, almost appears to pave the rink in white. The green of the zamboni recalls the green of the grass: a symbol of isolation.

The buried hydrant seems abandoned, left behind after some kind of natural disaster or catastrophic event. Since the fire hydrant can be seen as evidence of "rules and laws," it could also symbolize structure and order in society.

The crumbling dog also recalls some kind of catastrophe. Or maybe it symbolizes man's lost relationship with animals. Maybe even the memory of that relationship has begun to decay.

Sidewalk construction literally grows out of the concrete: a new kind of plant. It also represents the idea of culture as a way of solving problems and an expression of values - the ideology of space and progress.

One "cultural story" my students wrote went something like this:

Humans paved over the earth in order to create an easier life, covering every possible surface in concrete and further distancing themselves from nature. This led to environmental disaster, and the cities disappeared.

September 21, 2005

down below the intersection

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I love this gritty space beneath the highway bridges, and I do not know why.

Maybe because bridges can lead me out of here.

Maybe because I can see the pure geometry of the city.

Maybe because of the grime.

Maybe because it feels most like a city. Or most like the promises of a city: anonymity, isolation, and danger.

Maybe because so few people appreciate it (and I have always had a taste for what others reject).

Maybe because I can hear water lapping at the riverbank.

Maybe because nobody can find me.

Or because it reminds me of the railroad trestle I hung out on as a kid.

Or because the light looks so blue.

Or the air feels chilly.

Or because it makes me wonder why I love it.

September 28, 2005

Terminal 6

from a dream:

I walk down to Terminal 6 again, a raincoat draped over my shoulders and a pollen-filled syringe in my right pocket. Storm clouds gather in the distance, rolling in fast, crashing like a tide. I look back over my shoulder, but the cityscape is all wrong: Portland has transformed into Cedar Rapids. Or vice versa.

Even though the weather feels like spring, the Willamette (or is it the Cedar River?) is frozen solid. I am waiting for an ice cutter ship to pick me up. Destination: unknown.

When it finally arrives, the ship crashes through the ice like a fist. The river shatters, and flecks of ice sting my cheeks and eyes. I look up, and I see Ashley on the deck. He extends his hand, but I cannot quite reach. The ship keeps moving. I throw the syringe, and Ashley catches it.

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