Showing posts with label State of the Blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label State of the Blog. Show all posts

Saturday, January 1, 2011

State of the Blog: Happy New Year? A Toe Story.

Yes We* Can!
(*we does not include Arabs, Muslims or Latin@s)

So thanks to about a million tweets and status updates I am now aware that it is 1/1/11, which is vaguely ominous and futuristic. Is this the year the intelligent machines take over? Will anyone notice when they do? Am I the only person in America who didn't get a Kindle for Christmas?

But despite the sci-fi subtext the year began gently-- at least for me. Dog slept late (the only trick I ever taught him he managed to learn) and peed right away in the snow. I ate a delicious breakfast to the sounds of the Honeymooners marathon and then, lost in thought about the upcoming year I smashed--and possibly broke, it isn't yet clear--my little toe. I jumped up and down like a Looney-Tunes character with a giant pulsing toe. A Looney-Tunes character that was yelling "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" (The dog, now sound asleep on my bed did not stir. Not exactly Lassie, him.) Then I sat down hard on a vintage chair, snapped one of the legs and wound up on the floor. As I sit here staring at my broken chair with a bag of organic frozen blueberries I bought five months ago as part of an antioxidant experiment slowly defrosting around my swollen toe I am struck by how quickly things can change.

I have a picture of myself from the exact moment Barack Obama won the 2008 election to become the 44th President of the United States. In it I am dumbstruck with happiness and relief. The long national nightmare of the Bush Administration was over because the American people have decided we have had enough, I thought. Obama's race was the lead story for most people, for obvious reasons. Although for me it was always secondary--since the few Arab-American politicians are extremely conservative (Darrel Issa, Jeanine Pirro) it never occurs to me to vote along ethnic lines. If an old money white guy had the right politics I wouldn't hesitate to support him over an Arab guy with the wrong ones, full stop. But the symbolic significance of Obama's ascension to the Presidency cannot be denied and I thought it represented not only a shift in the racial landscape of the US but a rejection of Bush-era conservatism.

Turns out, not so much. At least not for people like me.

It's hard to remember now given the rancorous obstruction and race-baiting of the past year and a half but there was a golden moment at the start of the Obama Presidency when his detractors weren't sure yet how to criticize him (and even many of his future enemies were still congratulating themselves for the social progress associated with his win). After dipping so low in the eyes of the world Obama's entry into our highest office seemed to signal a necessary sea- change and even conservatives seemed relieved to finally have something to celebrate.

Every American President enjoys a honeymoon period--Bush did--and how they choose to spend this political capital is instructive. Clinton, who also rode a wave of dissatisfaction with conservatism into office nearly derailed his young Presidency by trying to reform health care in 1993. (And in the process earned his wife, who'd lead the aborted effort, a reputation as an over reaching political opportunist that clings to her still). But unlike so many others I was unable to enjoy the Obama honeymoon because despite the fact that he cuts an inspiring figure I wanted to see what he was actually going to do. On the second or third day of his Presidency Obama affirmed his commitment to closing Guantanamo and I was relieved. I shouldn't have been. Not only did he not close the prison and interrogation camp at Guantanamo by his own deadline he has now--via US Press Secretary Robert Gibbs--announced that it won't close at all. At least, not anytime soon. Near the one year anniversary of the Administration's failed closure timetable--nestled conveniently in the midst of the holiday news-cycle--Gibbs said, "It's certainly not going to close in the next month [...] I think part of this depends on the Republicans' willingness to work with the administration on this.''

So this he is willing to blame the Republicans for?

Like the Obama Administration, Guantanamo is both a symbol and a functional system. It represents the corruption of US American justice and our willingness to torture and degrade our foreign "Others." (It bears remembering that the site was used to "detain" Haitians fleeing Aristide to prevent them from entering the United States as refugees under Clinton.) Functionally Guantanamo is a lawless space where the US does its dirty work and its closure would symbolize a turn of the page away from the worst excesses of the previous administration. But that did not happen so instead it signals that despite Obama's campaign promises to the contrary, the radical expansion of Executive powers engineered by Bush Administration are the new Normal for the United States. Despite a much-publicized troop withdrawal the US military presence in Iraq persists and the war in Afghanistan continues apace. So despite his campaign rhetoric Obama actually expanded US Military presence in the so-called "Muslim World." Of course he also never misses an opportunity to be made a fool of by Netanyahu, the Prime Minister of Israel, a country that would not exist without the billions of dollars we pump into it. And the so-called "peace-process" has never seemed more like a puppet show than it does under the rubric of his Presidency. It would not be much of a stretch to see Obama's repeated public humiliations at Netanyahu's hands as a rehearsal for his many embarrassing concessions to Republicans at home. And the overall message derived from these events is clear: President Obama does not care about Arabs and Muslims at home or abroad. Of course a similar list could be made by Latin@s with similarly disappointing results. The discourse linking "homeland security" with "illegal immigration" puts Arabs, Muslims and Latin@s in the same boat (pun intended) with this Administration. Even though Conservatives are the ones who have described us (All of us) as bacteria infecting the host body of the West the lack of challenge to that view put forth by the Obama Administration allows it to stand--and worse, to become an increasingly mainstream position. In sum, under President Obama Arabs, Muslims (and Latin@s) are no better off than we were under George W. Bush.

Under Bush I was angry. But under Obama I feel hopeless, the exact opposite of his promise. And as he gears up for re-election the apologists of the mainstream Left are already beginning to poo-poo the concerns of people like me and marginalize us as too radical. But is it too radical to ask that you be included among the list of concerns for your own President? To not have him sell you out to conservatives and foreign governments to earn points with the public by playing to their racism, ethnocentrism and Islamophobia?

Like my poor toe, I have been numb. But sooner or later you have to peel off the wet bag of soggy blueberries and assess the damage. Like my toe, I hope America is only bruised and not broken.

But it is too early to tell.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Sunday Music: Kelis and State of the Blog


It's an uncertain world. The last time I felt this unsure about well, everything, I was a teenager: That's both exciting and terrifying. Like any good post-postmodernist I'm not usually willing to put money on absolute truth. But. There are a couple of things that are true often enough to count on. To reassure myself in the midst of so much violent change I've listed them below, in no particular order:

1) If you want someone to like you, bake them a pie.

2) If a woman uses the characters from Sex and the City to describe herself and/or any of her friends she is an asshole.

3) If a man wears a "Live Strong" bracelet, drives a Hummer, has a collection of hats and/or ironic facial hair (i.e. the Frat-Boy to Hipster ratio), he is an asshole.

4) When you are invited to someone's house, you should bring food (see No. 1).

5) You have to wear an undershirt under a white dress shirt. Yeah, you do. No one wants to see your nipples, man. Cover up.

6) Crystal rock natural deodorant does not work.

7) No matter how charming and well-intentioned they are, unless they are in recovery addicts make bad friends/lovers/spouses.

8) Nurses are angels.

9) Rape jokes are not funny.

10) Zionism is racism.

11) The Israeli Defense Forces murdered Rachel Corrie, the #Freedomflotilla peace activists and countless Palestinian men, women and children (see No. 10).

12) Ralph Nader is right, Helen Thomas should get her job back (see No. 10).

The video above, Young Fresh N New by Kelis* is dedicated to the 89-year old Thomas.

When the world feels like it's closing' in

And you don't know what you know

And you think about what's holding you

It's relatives and clothes

Just leave it all behind, you gotta get away

You gotta get away

Everybody

(Got to get away...)

Gotta get away

Hey, hey...

(I've got to get away...)

I've got to get away, yeah

Hey...

But I've gotta be young, fresh, and new

* I always forget how much I love Kelis. I have a long-standing weakness for weird girls and Kelis is the mayor of that town (See: also, Bjork). She don't get enough credit, just sayin. (Sorry, Lady who now? Never heard of her.)

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

State of the Blog: Happy New Year

Photo by Hans Haake

Well hello there, new readers and followers.

According to the fine folks at Google Analytics you are from countries all over the globe. It is an exciting prospect, having an international readership, so I thought I would pause as the year comes to an end and restate my goals with this blog.

What do I blog about? Glad you asked:

I am interested in the ways that culture and politics overlap and rub up against each other. I don't make distinctions between "high" and "low" culture, so you are as likely to read about contemporary art and experimental performance as films and TV here. And my notion of politics, which I take to mean the structures of power that shape the relations between people, is similarly broad. I am also a performance and interdisciplinary artist and scholar and if you are interested in that work you can find it here on my website. You can find my critical writing in the Journal of Dramatic Theory and Criticism and (upcoming) in The Drama Review. And I have guest blogged at Racialicious and had my work reposted at Altmuslimah.com.

You may notice by looking at my archive that I often write about the Middle East. I am interested in the politics and culture of the Arab and Islamic worlds and the dynamics between East and West, more broadly. Orientalism and Islamophobia are particular concerns for me but I also write about racial and ethnic prejudice--and the ways those things are represented in culture-- in general.

Also: after decades of successfully avoiding and/or sabotaging interpersonal relationships in favor of an artfully crafted cynicism and lots of black clothing I got a dog and became a complete sap. So sometimes I write about him too.

So, um, that's me. Now, if you like tell me about yourselves.

What brings you here? What sorts of things would you like to see me address? Where are you from? Don't be afraid to speak up. I have no formal commenting policy and do not mind posting dissenting opinions as long as they are offered respectfully and move the conversation forward. But don't waste your time writing me hate mail: I'll just delete it without a second thought. I've enjoyed starting this blog this year. In 2010 I plan to resume my interview series with artists and thinkers I find interesting so hopefully you will enjoy that.

Have a happy New Year.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

State of the Blogger pt 2: Rocket on the Mend

El Boy, encased in a giant plastic cone.

Thank you for all your kind words and prayers about my dog. I am moved by your kindness. He is healing up so I will be back on my game soon. I have some original content coming that was delayed by his accident so thank you for bearing with me. More soon.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

State of The Blogger: Terrible Fucking Night


My dog Rocket


I don't usually use this space for personal stuff. But.

Tonight my dog got hit by a car.

He is going t0 be alright. His crazy rubber monkey body bounced around underneath a giant stupid SUV and out the other side. The woman driving was horrified. It wasn't her fault. He'd bolted out the door and into the street like la la la I am a crazy monkey come and catch me. And she was driving down the street. And.

I was on Staten Island. My buddy Nick just got his appendix out. He loves Rocket so Anthony drove us all over to cheer him up. We went to John's place and Marilyn came over. We were going to order Chinese food and watch John's enormous television. Nick showed me the dent from the tiny hole they made in his side to pull out his faulty appendix. Cool. He and John went to go pick up the food and Rocket just shot past them. Ant went after him. I heard him scream.

I ran outside as Rocket raced back up to the house, terrified. I patted him all over looking for damage as the guys ran up behind me and Marilyn came out of the house. I noticed bright red blood on my arm. His blood.

The woman was in the street next to her SUV, crying. Apologizing.

I scooped the dog into my arms--all sixty pounds and one ounce of him--and ran for the car. John pulled a page out of the phone book (who still has a phone book? John.) with the address of a 24 hour animal hospital on Staten Island and Ant drove there. I ran up to the door with the gangly, bleeding dog in my arms and it was locked. There were two women in scrubs and some guy just standing there on the other side of the glass so I screamed "Open the door, my dog has been hit by a car!" They shook their heads no and said they were closed. Ant parked and ran up behind me yelling, "THE DOG HAS BEEN HIT BY A CAR OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" And a glue-colored girl with stringy brown hair hissed, "there's no doctor on!" No referral. No I'm sorry we can't help, go here. Nothing. So we had no choice but to get back in the car and drive back to Brooklyn. We brought him to a 24 hour emergency vet in Park Slope, whose number was on the outgoing message of Rocket's regular vet.

The Emergency Vet People were just the way you'd want them to be. Kind. Straightforward. Rational. They talked in reassuring voices. We stood in the waiting room blinking and looking at the walls while they took the dog. The receptionist pointed to my knee and asked me if I wanted to clean up: I'd skinned it picking up the dog and blood--my blood--was running down my leg.

Nice pretty lady doctor tells us Rocket has several superficial wounds and one deep one. His eye is red and swollen and his lips and muzzle and legs are lacerated. He has an angry pink road rash. They x-rayed him to make sure he was okay inside. 500 bucks. Ant put it on his Amex and I have to figure out a way to pay him half by the time the bill comes. The doctor warned that Rocket's lungs could bruise and impede his breathing and his stomach could fill up with blood so we have to watch him for 48 hours. Give him pills. Keep him from eating the surgical glue sealing his wound.

But he is alive.

I'm selfish. I know it. I'm an artist and thinking about myself is a big part of my job. But it makes being in a relationship with me difficult sometimes. I'm vengeful. For example, if that woman at the Staten Island vet hospital who would not help my dog were to trip and shatter her teeth on a cement curb that would be fine by me. I'm bossy: I am used to being in charge of my work and I don't always know when to turn it off. I can't bear it when something obvious to me goes unspoken, no matter how uncomfortable it makes other people. I am impatient. Bawdy, too interested in sensual pleasure to be as thoughtful as I'd like. I am very much looking forward to seeing Megan Fox and Amanda Seyfried kiss in Jennifer's Body. And I really do think I am smarter than you are, whether I am or not.

But this dog makes me a better person. I can't withdraw from the rest of the world for days at a time because I am depressed or working on something or irritated by everyone. I have to think of him when I think of myself. He has to be fed. Walked. Cleaned up after. He doesn't care about my work.

He is lying on his side with a plastic cone around his neck. He whimpered just now and I tried to get him to drink from my hand.

He is my dog.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Sunday Music: Fleetwood Mac & State of the Blog



This is a video of Fleetwood Mac doing Rhiannon on Midnight Special in 1976, i.e. Stevie Nicks at her Stevie Nicks-iest. I was a little kid when this originally aired but once I started listening to music I would have cut off my arm before giving this a chance... Fleetwood Mac were anti-Punk, most often invoked as the name of everything uncool. They were so seventies (back when that was a high insult, i.e. the eighties). But I really love early Fleetwood Mac now. Some of Nicks' solo records are amazing too. It is interesting to see your own tastes change.

Anyway, this is dedicated to Beth, who also rings like a bell through the night.

STATE OF THE BLOG:

There has been a definite uptick in the old hate mail lately. My recent essays on Michael Jackson's death and Marwa el-Sherbini's murder inspired some... extreme responses. I suppose that is in part because the blog is reaching a wider audience than it had previously, which is great. But I cannot help but think that these two people--Jackson and el-Sherbini-- represent something larger for the people who responded so vehemently and hatefully. I have followed the internet conversation about el-Sherbini's murder and have heard Jackson invoked bitterly, more than once, as a reason why the US mainstream media has largely ignored her murder. But I think that is an oversimplification. Jackson is a global icon and his death was bound to overshadow most other news stories. Yes, I agree that much of the Jackson coverage has been ham-fisted and sentimentalized to the point of nonsense. But, Michael Jackson notwithstanding I doubt anything could have persuaded the mainstream US news media to pay attention to the murder of a Muslim woman in Europe, even when her murder is so emblematic of the growing Orientalist and Islamophobic sentiment throughout the continent. Perhaps especially because of that. The details of her case just do not fit within the prevailing Western narrative about Islam and/or Arabs (wherein women are oppressed and helpless, men are savage and unyielding and the West represents the pinnacle of civilization). In fact, when the murder is mentioned--outside of the Arab and Muslim/mah blogosphere--it is often described as "inciting" Muslim hatred toward the West, a handy inversion of the actual dynamics of this crime, which retrofits it into the aforementioned narrative (helpless, savage, civilized, blah, blah, blah...). It is my understanding that el-Sherbini's murder received a good deal of attention in the mainstream media in Germany, where it occurred, and throughout the continent, to varying degrees, but I have no way to verify that. Still, I have read that some Europeans have viewed the Arab and Muslim response to el-Sherbini's murder as a hysterical over-reaction. It is in response to that notion that I refer to the hate mail I received when I wrote about el-Sherbini, in which her murderer was described as a "hero"--akin to Thomas Jefferson (!)-- for murdering a pregnant Muslim woman in front of her son and husband. Apparently, she was trying to "take away his freedom of speech." I wish I was exaggerating.

I have added several links to my original post to essays about el-Sherbini so if you haven't been back to the post to see them, I'd encourage you to check them out. UPDATE: My original essay on el-Sherbini's murder has been cross-posted at Racialicious.

Compared to the stabbing death of a pregnant woman, one might assume that a post about Michael Jackson would not engender such an emotional response... but one would be wrong. When I wrote about Michael Jackson I hoped I was clear about my affection for his music and how important I understood he was as an international figure, especially for people of my generation, who grew up with Off the Wall and Thriller. But appealing to that shared sense of history was not enough to soothe his more ardent fans who only heard my criticism. For these folks, despite Michael Jackson's own characterization of his actions with young boys (in the Bashir interview for e.g.), they cannot countenance any suggestion of sexual impropriety with children. And they are more than willing to both create (to my mind) fantastic excuses for his lack of adult boundaries and to demonize the children in question: both of which I find completely unacceptable. Since it was cross-posted at Racialicious Latoya moderated away the worst of them but did mention that some of the rejected comments made her sick. The bottom line for me is that, as far as Jackson is concerned, it is a moot point, because he is dead. But the Peter Pan mythology that is being so agressively constructed to retrocatively explain and excuse his behavior has a dangerous legacy in the present. This model of benevolent, ageless child-man, who is a loving peer to children instead of an adult presence, is part and parcel of the narrative people who sexually exploit children tell themselves. Giving it a global stage is dangerous. And I will not stop saying so.

I'm not complaining. I knew I was opening myself up to personal attack because I wrote from my point of view as an adult survivor of child sexual abuse. But as a result, I was also contacted both on and off-thread by other survivors who thanked me for speaking up. And that balances the other stuff. Shout out to the survivors.

As for my feelings about the turn the post-mortem conversation about Jackson has taken, Shafiqah of the great blog Possum Stew described them perfectly on the Racialicious thread when she wrote,

"I strongly question this continuing apologist approach that frames these children as scheming liars, while infantilizing the ADULT who has hurt them. Michael Jackson hurt little boys…buuuuut Michael Jackson is the one who needed the world to comfort him? It’s Michael Jackson who needed our empathy? It’s Michael Jackson whose pain was on par with or trumped that of the children he damaged? Michael Jackson who had suffered enough? Michael Jackson who needed a fucking hug? Seriously? HELL NO."

(Seriously, go read Possum Stew)

Finally, I want to acknowledge the new readers and followers who have come on the scene in the last while. Welcome. Don't be shy about posting responses and introducing yourselves. I look forward to hearing from you.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Sunday Music: Brightblack Morning Light & State of the Blog


As we head into our third month here at the Pomegranate it seems like a good time to pause and ask where we are going. So here are a few thoughts and some news about upcoming posts for you to ponder while you enjoy this awesome track from California psych-rock band Brightblack Morning Light (as promised):

In reviewing my posts I realize that there have been a lot centered around Palestine/Israel. Partly that has been a result of my horror over the assault on Gaza, which was in full swing as I began this blog, and then the annual observation of Israeli Apartheid Week. However, it is fair to say that the occupation of Palestine has been a growing focus of my activism in recent years. Certainly there are other important issues in and around the Middle East re: politics and culture and we will address some of these. However, Palestine/Israel will remain an open topic for us here at the Pomegranate.

I have a series of artist interviews in the works that will begin appearing soon. I will be having conversations with artists in different media around the notion of culture and politics, and publishing the transcripts. This will be an ongoing series and hopefully we will begin to hear from international artists on these themes. This has been logistically difficult to organize but I am excited about it.

Also: I have been invited to become a regular contributor at Racialicious so I will be cross-posting there on race and pop culture in a broad sense, and on Orientalism and cultural representations of the Middle East in particular. If you are unfamiliar with Racialicous I urge you to check it out, it sets the standard for discussions of race and culture.

Finally, I will post random music to the site on an occasional basis, as above, mostly for fun.

If you have topics you would like to see explored here please tag me on Delicious @vspomegranate.