Tumblr mistakes a 2005 photo for the first image from the Mars rover Curiosity. *facepalm*
some housekeeping
I threw up a couple of rotating headers, just some pictures I’ve taken. Enjoy.
From Comic Con to Opera Seria
This night… we went to the Opera, which are Comedies & other plays represented in Recitative Music by the most excellent Musitians vocal & Instrumental, together with variety of Seeanes painted & contrived with no lesse art of Perpective, and Machines, for flying in the aire, & other wonderfull motions. So taken together it is doubtlesse one of the most magnificent & expensfull diversions the Wit of Men can invent: The historie was Hercules in Lydia, the Seanes chang’d 13 times, The famous Voices Anna Rencia, a Roman, & reputed the best treble of Women; but there was an Eunuch, that in my opinion surpass’d her, and a Genoveze that sung an incomparable Base: This held us by the Eyes and Eares til two in the Morning…
-John Evelyn, Venice, 1645.
With all of the chatter about Comic Con going on right now, it’s a good time to take a moment to reflect on the fact that young men nerding out about new types of spectacles is not a new phenomenon. John Evelyn (1620-1706) would have been 25 at the time that he wrote this entry, having completed his education at Oxford College and basically taking the grand tour of continental Europe to dodge the first English Civil War.
If you’re interested, after the jump I’ve reposted the entry with hyperlinks to information about the things mentioned by Evelyn:
the right way to be ignorant
I’ve been thinking a little about ignorance.
It was prompted by this mini-Twitter-rant on July 2 by Sean O’Neal, who writes for the A.V. Club (@seanoneal on Twitter):
What is it with this recent rush to proclaim proudly that you’ve never heard of someone/something? When did not knowing stuff become “cool”? To follow up on my last tweet and the many replies: I don’t mean eschewing the “mainstream” or some anti-populist stance. Nor do I mean admitting you aren’t familiar with something as opposed to lying that you do. I mean saying “who?” or “never heard of them” while sitting in front of a machine that can quickly get you familiar. Or worse, after reading an article that gives you that very info. Why is that cool? People used to take pains to appear knowledgeable, even about things they hate. Is it just so easy to be informed now that it’s somehow cooler to completely ignore it? Are we really that self-centered as a culture now?
I’m gonna quit talking about this. Point being: Google it, bitches. Then glibly dismiss it knowledgeably. That’s what the cool kids do.
I’m someone that has an unfillable appetite for things that I don’t know, and I’m also a person that needs to write things down to process them. So when I’m blogging, I’m constantly deciding how much I want to write from a position of ignorance. Sometimes it’s an easy call; if I’m writing about a concert I’ve been to, I can be pretty confident in my own opinions, even if they could be more informed. With other topics, there’s always a little more that I could know before I write. But one thing that I hold to like a shield is that I only write from what I know, not from what I kind-of know.
College taught me (or is teaching me!) the difference between what you know and what you kind-of know. I came to the school thinking that I would play it like a free agent; taking a few classes then deciding on a major. But then I experienced what it was like to be in a real music class, where people were interested in the things that I was interested, and where the professors knew what I wanted to know. And in that first semester, I realized that the things that I kinda knew–pieces of information that other people had told me, all manner of “conventional wisdom,” pieces of music I only knew from reviews and history books, ideas I had stitched together from fragments of knowledge–none of it was going to cut it in class. It’s a humbling position to be in. It means asking a lot of questions. It means holding back first impressions. It means being always open to the idea that you could be wrong.
[Bear with me, this will come back to O’Neal]
The most important change that I made was to begin maintaining a mental firewall between those things I know and the things I kind-of knew. It meant that when I heard of something new–this band has a new record out and it’s pretty good, X composer’s first piece is his best, X writer’s essays are better than her fiction–I would bookmark it as something to come back to before I added it to my body of knowledge. And this is where I really resonate with O’Neal’s question: “Is it just so easy to be informed now that it’s somehow cooler to completely ignore it?” It’s really hard to maintain that firewall on the internet. We’re constantly bombarded with fragments of information that we don’t follow up on, from RSS feeds, Twitter feeds, Tumblr tags, likes on Facebook. While sometimes the headline is the story (deaths, elections), just as often I catch myself being subconsciously affected by the sheer repetition of opinion. It’s sometimes useful to have this tool that can instantly allow us to take the temperature of a large group of people, but this same power can also amplify facts and ideas that bear no relation to reality.
So I have a couple of answers to O’Neal:
The first speaks to his question about why people don’t bother to educate themselves about important things they might not be interested in. On the internet, it’s possible to get endless opinions really quickly. Because the internet is an archive, those reviews, blogposts, etc. are going to stick around, and because there’s always somebody that’s formed that opinion before you, for most people, discovery and criticism are simultaneous. Things don’t disappear anymore. That new record is going to be around forever, and so are the album reviews. That really takes away incentive to educate yourself about something now. You can always borrow a perspective later.
The second is more directly aimed at the “why should I care?” crowd. The internet is in a phase where you’re constantly asked to share yourself. Everything has a social tie-in somehow. It’s a demand that you share an opinion, and even more basically, that you have one. So the most basic opinion is to say that this thing, this thing that everybody is talking about, is completely below my notice. I think it’s a shitty attitude, but even I am guilty of it sometimes. There’s just so much out there that sometimes, as basic triage, you just have to accept that there are other things you want to spend your time on.
Of course, that’s the time to keep your mouth shut.
Frank Ocean – We All Try
A couple of hours ago, I got completely blindsided by my emotional reaction to a piece of news, gossip really. The R&B and Hip Hop blogosphere has been buzzing over a Tumblr post by Frank Ocean in which he, in poetry and elipses, comes out as gay or bisexual (the Tumblr post is a screenshot of a TextEdit window, click here for a more readable version). And I was immediately flooded with such happiness.
I think it’s really hard to get a read of what a person is like from their music. It’s so much easier to convey an attitude, a pose, to name your opposites. To really convey what your soul is like… that’s more difficult and is possibly too revealing, too open for some artists. But when Frank Ocean sings, “i still believe in man/a wise one asked me why/cause i just don’t believe we’re wicked /i know that we sin but i do believe we try” in “We All Try,” I completely believe him. And his enjoyment of life, in as-is condition, permeates his best songs* (We All Try, Strawberry Swing, Song for Women, Novacane).
*Caveat: based on his one record that I’ve listened to, nostalgia,ULTA.
He is also a capital-R Romantic. And that comes through in his post:
4 summers ago, I met somebody. I was 19 years old. He was too. WE spent that summer, and the summer after, together. Everyday almost. And on the days we were together, time would glide. Most of the day I’d see him, and his smile. I’d hear his conversation and his silence until it was time to sleep. Sleep I would often share with him. By the time I realized I was in love, it was malignant. It was hopeless. There was no escaping, no negotiation with the feeling. No choice. It was my first love, it changed my life.
and that too made me happy. Because as acceptance has grown, coming out has become increasingly a non-event, and you hear so many repeated ideas (I’m gay, but that’s only a part of who I am as a person; I’m proud, but don’t consider myself a spokesperson; I never really considered myself in the closet) that it’s really refreshing to see Frank Ocean cut right to the heart of what separates us: falling in love with a man.
I sometimes think about what a ridiculous idea it is, that people that share a sexual orientation are a community. I shouldn’t have anything in common with gay people than I have with brown eyed people, or 6’1″ tall people. But we’re linked together by our time and context, by other’s assumptions and by our journeys to know ourselves. So though I may have little else in common, Frank Ocean speaks for me too when he says:
Before writing this I’d told some people my story. I’m sure these people kept me alive, kept me safe. Sincerely. These are the folks I wanna thank from the floor of my heart. Everyone of you knows who you are. Great humans, probably angels. I don’t know what happens now, and that’s alright. I don’t have any secrets I need kept anymore… I feel like a free man.
Happy Independence Day, Frank.
