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Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts

Saturday, December 31, 2011

This New Year

Woodie Guthrie's "New Years Rulin's" for 1942
{click to see larger}
via BoingBoing
I've developed a greater appreciation for New Year's resolutions in the last couple of years than I had previously. I once questioned the value of good intentions proclaimed once and then forgotten or even flouted, but I now see a great deal of potential value in the chance to genuinely reflect on the passing year and assemble a list of things you would like to do better in the new one.

Even the old chestnuts "lose weight" and "stop smoking" when pondered during an annual time-out represent a degree of concern and engagement with one's lifestyle and choices that we may not be able to muster during the humdrum of our daily routines during the rest of the year.

Although our culture seems to grow increasingly narcissistic, this is perhaps one moment in which we can productively turn inward and compose a new (or renewed) vision of ourselves that accomplishes something more worthwhile than Facebook or Twitter status updates or new profile photos. In refashioning what we expect of ourselves, we can perhaps also re-imagine what we might contribute to our shared cultures and communities, and how we might, through many small actions, be the agents of larger and greater things.

I have two big ones this year: 1) simplify and 2) slow down.

Monday, July 4, 2011

General Putnam's Ride

General Putnam, hearty and stout,
Certainly tired the enemy out,
Boulders and ditches he took with glee,
And from all harm escaped scot-free,
'Twas easily done for Old Glory's sake,
A-riding his Corbin Coaster Brake.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Let Them Fly Autogiros

Click for bigger to read the ad copy.
In the midst of the Great Depression, Fortune Magazine was advertising personal aircraft  (specifically the Pitcairn Autogiro) for the rich and richer. From a stash of 1930s magazines recently bound for the dustbin, but rescued at the last minute. More to come!

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

I'll Show You

Hilariously snarky counterpoint to this more positive early 20th c. postcard. For those times when you want to send a nasty note, but can't be bothered to compose a whole letter.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Give Me That Old-Time Fun!

For the upcoming San Diego Bike Union Fall Haul-In and Picnic, I used two old 27" bicycle rims to make an old-time hoop rolling game. I wrapped the rims in colored electrical tape to hide the stubborn rust and to make them a bit more festive.

The idea is to use the stick to keep the hoop rolling in a straight line. I think we'll make a two person race out of it. I haven't had a chance to take a hoop and stick out to the park and try it yet, but I assume I'll be terrible at it.

Apparently hoop rolling is also called hoop trundling, and has diverse origins. There's a pretty interesting entry for it at Wikipedia, where the photo above comes from.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Churches of Chicago's Ukrainian Village Neighborhood

This week I'm staying in Chicago's Ukrainian Village neighborhood on my month-long research sojourn in the Windy City. I had a chance to take a walk around this morning and take some photos of the great church architecture and iconography. I'm nuts for Eastern Christian/Orthodox religious iconography in situ on church exteriors.
St. Nicholas Ukrainian Catholic

Sts. Volodymyr and Olha Ukrainian Church (wins for best name)

"Ukrainian Orthodox Church" is all I could make out on this one.


Detail of above.

Friday, July 30, 2010

A Manly Post

My grandfather used to say that a man is not fully dressed without his pocket knife. I've been carrying this old one of his for about ten years now. I never knew my grandfather in any meaningful way because he died when I was too young to remember much about him, but he left literally boxes of amazing old tools and other grandfatherly stuff that helps me connect with him.

I don't spend a lot of time actively thinking about being a man, or doing manly things. I don't normally walk around thinking, "Damnation, I sure do like being a man!" and then go off looking for someone to wrestle. I only do that maybe once every couple months. Tops.

But yesterday I was cleaning and oiling my knife to put it away for the month of August (I'll be out of town all month and can't bring it on the plane), and I started thinking about that sentiment of my grandfather's. Carrying a pocket knife is probably the most manly thing I do, but I rarely think about it, and I doubt if more than a couple of people even know I do it.

I know I'm looking at the past through rose-tinted glasses a little bit here (something a historian isn't supposed to do), but it makes me wonder if our culture has lost the quiet, understated, and dignified idea of masculinity that my grandfather and his kind knew. The kind in which a man wasn't fully dressed without his pocket knife, but didn't have to go around bumping chests, slamming brews, and revving engines all the time to prove his manly worth.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Practice Makes Perfect

I was struck by a bit of phrasing from my friend Esteban's recent media crit piece on bicycling at FlowTV. He refers to bicycling as,
...a daily practice that eschews the motorized and energy-intensive progress of late modernity and espouses a slower and more sustainable model for how to build a life and a society...
I've been trying to write a post that says pretty much exactly that for a long time. I am especially enamored of the phrase "daily practice" because it imparts an almost meditative, or even a craft-like quality to bicycling.

Along somewhat similar lines, I have been thinking of bicycling as a humane practice, one that imposes little or nothing on those who share my environment: no noise pollution, no exhaust, no danger of being killed or injured. The only thing bicycling demands is consideration for fellow humans who travel by non-dominant means. Although this sometimes seems to be too much to ask, I do firmly believe that more bicycles on our roads means a more humane world for everyone, whether they ride or not.

The idea of bicycling as an entry into larger issues of morality, humanity, and ethical action, and not just boring media buzzwords like "sustainability" or "livability", is endlessly fascinating to me. It's something that Americans started thinking about in the 1890s and early 1900s, when bicycling was not only mainstream, but was, in fact, a quintessential expression of modernity. A return to thinking about the bicycles, along with riding them, is one of the most exciting (to me) things to come of the recent resurgence in bicycle popularity.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Friday Nonsense: Early 20th c. Postcards

My wife is working with some early 20th-century postcards at work, and she sent me a few scans while she was at it. I've worked with postcards from this era before and they are strange. A lot of the "humor" expressed by these cards is based on race and gender puns from a century ago, and so seems objectionable to modern taste, and other stuff is just plain weird. I usually hate the phrase "the past is a foreign country" but sometimes it does seem that they at least spoke a different language.

According to an unattributed and undated explanation on this site: "Lobster is a slang expression of contempt for a gullible, awkward, bungling, or undesirable person." I guess that makes sense.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Between "Informal" and "Illegal"

This post has been marinating for a while, I wrote it some time ago and I wasn't really sure where I was going with it, so I didn't publish it, but reading back over it now, I guess it's at least a little thought-provoking.

I just read a very interesting article about how slums might give us a model for the future of cities. I have to admit, it was my interest in post-collapse theory that initially attracted me to the headline, but the article was actually about how the density and activity of the slums provides a different model for urban living than the sleek, sanitized, and intensely regulated modern city life the developed world has come to expect. The article was primarily about how cities have long gone untapped as a model for "green" living, but the thing that really caught my eye was a reference to the "informal sector" of the slum economy. That is, what some might refer to as the illegal sector: alleyway salesmen, squatters, and the like.

All of this made me think of a phrase our wedding florist used in reference to obtaining flowers not readily available on the retail market: midnight gardening. Basically, flower stealing. This florist wasn't saying that she steals other people's flowers to make money for herself, but if she spots a flourishing patch of Whatever in someone else's garden or lawn, she might take a snip of it some late night and put it in a vase in her own house. Theoretically, this would be stealing, but can anyone really imagine pressing charges for something like this?

My point, and the thing that got me off on this tangent, is that there is a middle ground between informal and illegal activity that most of us implicitly acknowledge as ambiguous moral territory. It is illegal to roll a stop sign in a deserted neighborhood at 3:00am, but people do it. It is illegal to drive over the speed limit, but people do it. It is illegal not to have white or yellow reflectors on bicycle pedals (at least in California), but a lot of people don't even have pedals that will fit reflectors. Most of us do things that are illegal every day with only a dim consciousness that these things theoretically breach a written code of conduct, but are not, in a cultural sense, immoral or otherwise damaging to the community at large.

And yet, even with an acknowledgement that there is some slippage between codified and actual human conduct, our first response to social problems is to seek new legislation, knowing full-well that (as the old saw goes) "rules are meant to be broken." But I wonder if the traffic calming theory of removing all signage and roadway markings might also apply on some level to other sorts of laws governing human behavior. If there is a middle ground between informal and illegal, I wonder if there is also a middle ground between the institutional formation and application of laws and utter social chaos? Is there a point at which community norms and standards can stand-in for formalized legal structures and the people can collectively (and ethically) take responsibility for their enforcement?

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Ethnictown Meets Anytown

Ages ago (it seems), I wrote an anthropology B.A. thesis about the expression of German-American ethnicity in a rural Oregon town near where I grew up. One of the things I looked at closely was the physical transformation of the town from a nondescript farm community to an idealized folk version of a German village. I worked elements of cultural geography into my analysis, looking at the literal creation of visual markers of German ethnicity.

This weekend, I had occasion to revisit some of the ideas I explored in that paper when my wife and I visited Convoy Street in San Diego's Kearny Mesa neighborhood. This area is reputed to be an emerging "Asia Town" where restaurants, bakeries, and other sorts of shops and services are increasingly owned by and serve diverse Asian populations, including Vietnamese, Thai, Korean, Japanese, and Chinese.


We went up for dinner at a Thai restaurant (which was okay) and then looked around just a bit. The main thing to notice about this area is that Convoy Street is dominated by strip malls and industrial buildings.  The street is wide and fast, the parking lots are ample, the buildings are low and plain, the landscaping and greenery virtually nonexistent.

The first thing we noticed was that the restaurant's parking lot (and the adjacent lot) was completely full.  We turned down a side street to look for parking, but there were a lot of wide warehouse driveways, red zones, and loadings zones, so not a lot of street parking. We did find a spot, just ahead of a rush of other cars who were all obviously driving around looking for parking. It was clear that in this land of proprietary parking lots, street parking was never designed-in to the neighborhood.

Second, we noticed that signage (in strip-mall mega signs) in this area is often bilingual with English or unilingual in only the ethnic language. It's almost a "covert ethnicity" that is only noticeable if you look for it, it blends into the surroundings; no rearing Chinese dragons and towering pagodas here, just words.

Can you spot the ethnic community in this photo?

Third, smack dab in the middle of the Asian ethnic restaurants and ethnic-owned businesses, was a Weinershnitzel chain, an Office Depot, a Mexican restaurant, an auto parts store, and all sorts of other non-Asian-specific businesses like mattress and tire and carpet stores.

The thing that made me really get started on this line of thought was the question: what happens when an area that was designed and planned to be acultural, becomes a cultural destination? Well, first of all, you run out of parking. Second, you subject pedestrians who are partaking in the cultural attractions to a road system that is designed to facilitate high-volume and high-speed traffic. It's an ugly, non-human-centered landscape that was never designed to be attractive for any reason beyond the content of the shops and warehouses.

So, how does such a landscape become a cultural landscape in an overt sense? Public spaces? Public art? De-emphasizing traffic and parking? What would that transformed, human-centric landscape look like? And most importantly, what role can ethnicity and ethnic identity play in this transformation? How can overt expressions of ethnicity, through physical changes to the man-made landscape, turn an area blighted with concrete and strip malls into a walkable, livable, human-centered neighborhood with significant cultural attractions?

It will be interesting to see how (and if) this growing multi-ethnic Asian community will coalesce into an interest group to rally for changes to the landscape. Will they capitalize on the cultural draw of their neighborhood to lobby for changes that will make this a more attractive place to visit (and spend money), or will the (dare I say) brutal nature of the landscape stymie any such efforts?

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

David Foster Wallace Doodled on Cormac McCarthy


The Harry Ransom Center at UT-Austin has recently acquired the papers of the late David Foster Wallace. Included among the archive are books annotated by Wallace, like this copy of Suttree by my all-time favorite author Cormac McCarthy. It seems Wallace also made a few "notes" regarding the composition of McCarthy's author portrait. I also like the note on the inside of the cover: "set-up is slow -- does not set stage," which is a fair criticism, I suppose.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Favorite Things: The Philistine Magazine


My wife and I have a small collection of Elbert Hubbard's magazine The Philistine: A Periodical of Protest, which was produced by the Roycroft Press between 1895 and 1915 (when Hubbard took an ill-fated voyage aboard the Lusitania). Our collection is quite modest right now, and our initial guidelines for purchase have been the quality of the back cover designs, which frequently feature satirical or quirky or inspirational messages set beautifully with Arts and Crafts motifs. The example here is one of my favorites, from the September 1910 (Volume 31, No.4) edition.

And yes, Elbert Hubbard was related (by adoption) to L. Ron Hubbard, the science fiction writer and part-time wackadoo.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Share the Road Rage


I'm no fan of motorcycles, but this story at SignOnSanDiego today gave me pause:
A message appearing on electronic freeway signs around the county in the past week wasn’t supposed to cause road rage.
To the state agencies that posted the message, its suggestion “Share the road. Look twice for motorcyclists” seemed helpful, especially with spring weather bringing out more bikers.
Some drivers apparently saw red.
“None of the calls we’ve gotten have been positive,” said Edward Cartagena, spokesman for the San Diego Caltrans office. “One call was a 20-minute rant.”
Since the electronic message was posted statewide Feb. 11, Caltrans has received about 800 phone calls, mostly positive....  “Except for here [my emphasis]. I don’t know why,” Cartagena said.
In the bicycling community, we've experienced much the same reaction to "share the road" messages. The prevailing assumption here seems to be that if you're not traveling by car, or traveling exactly the way a car would travel, you must be getting special treatment, or be some sort of ruffian, or are risking everyone's life -- and the list of outrages goes on.
The "special treatment" argument in particular is the most interesting to me. If someone chooses a different mode of travel from the dominant vehicle (and its inherent limitations), they become part of a pariah community that must, in some way, be setting itself "against" the mainstream and its values. Emphasis gets placed on what they're doing differently (traveling by a different sort of vehicle) rather than what they are doing the same (just trying to get where they're going without dying or getting maimed). The really troubling thing is that so many people rarely consider being "different" to be a good thing. They get hung up on the "different" part, and never even get to the "same" part.
Holy crap, I think I just solved every global conflict. Well, you're welcome.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Waist Land

I knew it! From the BBC:
"A survey from department store Debenhams... suggests that a man's waistband rises and falls throughout his life. Trousers bottom out at the age of 16 with below-the-hip styles and peak at 57, just seven inches below the armpit...
Fashion history shows this seesaw isn't such a new thing - waistlines have been bouncing up and down for hundreds of years."
BBC: Mens' waistbands have risen and fallen throughout history.

Image: The Smithsonian Institution, part of the Flickr Commons.

Thursday, January 28, 2010