Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Links and whining for your Tuesday

Sign reads: Local peaches on right! (Only a dullard could resist.)


Still recovering at home, against my will. I have assorted documentation and will therefore get paid anyway, so that is something. No thanks to anti-labor Republicans!

I have debated blogging over my current disaster. But the fact is, it's embarrassing. I'll let you all guess: What is the first sign of getting old? What happens to old ladies, like clockwork? If you guess right, I'll fess up. Pretty shoddy of me, since I like to think I am Big Disability Rights Advocate Womyn!!! Ha, well, I guess not when it's ME, and some rather predictable old-lady thing. But that's how it works, yes? You don't get to choose these things yourself.

Onward, with the linkage, and your required reading/listening.

Aunt B writes some awesomeness about country music. Pertinent quote:

My contention is and has always been that country music and urban music are the fun-house mirror reflections of each other–both share many of the same themes: deep pride in where one is from cut through with a strain of shame and anger about the circumstances one came from; a definition of manliness based in sexual prowess; a fascination with violence and guns; deep pride and anger about being outside of the mainstream; a definition of womanhood that is either based on very traditional notions of femininity or on being able to out-man the men; a love of vehicles; drinking; honoring tradition; and Mama.

And it’s no surprise to see them dancing around each other while very rarely crossing over. You can count the successful, respected white rappers on one hand, and use the other hand to count the successful, black country singers.

I bring all this up because I want to make a point about what country music means in terms of its racial focus and make-up. Country music is not usually “white” music. It’s traditionally specifically for white people who are outside of the mainstream, but who believe themselves to be some kind of bearer of Truth, some authentic experience unavailable to most folks, who are not “regular” folks.

In other words, it’s music of “regular” white people, but white folks who, in claiming regularity are claiming that in opposition to what most white folks have.
This kind of writing is why I am now addicted to Aunt B's blog!

Smirking Chimp reminds us: Think U.S. is moving far left? That terrain's not even close. And he explains why, too, which is the really depressing part.

Speaking of disability activism, check out Crip Chick's post on Sins Invalid, particularly the attractive and riveting Rodney Bell (first clip). Oh my!

When such people exist, why do they give reality TV shows to increasingly uninteresting, boring clones? I ask you: Where is Rodney's show????

The death of trans woman Duanna Johnson is being discussed by many bloggers, and will certainly be part of The International Transgender Day of Remembrance, November 20th.

If there is no event in your city, you could start your own. Here in the most conservative county in the USA, folks usually just meet over coffee and talk about books, blogs, and community--but that is something.

And it means, as always, passing the important knowledge on. And on.

Jill at Feministe points us to a fantastic article in THE ECONOMIST, about the dumbing down of the Republican party:
Many conservatives—particularly lower-income ones—are consumed with elemental fury about everything from immigration to liberal do-gooders. They take their opinions from talk-radio hosts such as Rush Limbaugh and the deeply unsubtle Sean Hannity. And they regard Mrs Palin’s apparent ignorance not as a problem but as a badge of honour.

Another reason is the degeneracy of the conservative intelligentsia itself, a modern-day version of the 1970s liberals it arose to do battle with: trapped in an ideological cocoon, defined by its outer fringes, ruled by dynasties and incapable of adjusting to a changed world. The movement has little to say about today’s pressing problems, such as global warming and the debacle in Iraq, and expends too much of its energy on xenophobia, homophobia and opposing stem-cell research.

Conservative intellectuals are also engaged in their own version of what Julian Benda dubbed la trahison des clercs, the treason of the learned. They have fallen into constructing cartoon images of “real Americans”, with their “volkish” wisdom and charming habit of dropping their “g”s. Mrs Palin was invented as a national political force by Beltway journalists from the Weekly Standard and the National Review who met her when they were on luxury cruises around Alaska, and then noisily championed her cause.
I wondered where they got her from. CRUISES! Well, this explains plenty.

And finally, POP FEMINIST gives a 70-minute interview about what it's like to grow up with a pornographer mother!

Hmph! Just when you think your childhood was the weirdest of em all, someone comes along and OUTDOES you.


During my endless convalescence, my (never that solid) sanity has been saved by streaming the wonderful RadioIO. (Although hearing the late Porter Wagoner's "The Rubber Room" was a rather bizarre experience.) I was inordinately pleased to hear Robin Trower's "Too Rolling Stoned" after about 30 years. If you are up for over 7 minutes of psychedelic gee-tar, blowing your little mind (and certainly, I have nowhere else to go, dunno about yourself!)--please check it out... if you can't dig the first minute, as Queen Emily might say, you are rubbish! :P

And if you rock out to the whole thing? Go, my child, and sin no more. You've been redeemed!

Robin Trower - Too Rolling Stoned


JoJo said...

Oh DO TELL! What happened? I hope you are OK. The only thing I can think of that happens to old ladies is they fall and break a hip. Or become incontinent. Or both.

Daisy said...
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Daisy said...

I broke my leg, not hip. (Close enough to old ladydom for me.)

Jojo wins!

Hmph. :(

PS: To complicate matters, it wasn't diagnosed right away, so it kind of got worse. Ugh.

Ann O'Dyne said...

You tolerated a broken leg overnight!?
That would make me wet myself.

That post covers too many diverse topics for this Little Old Lady to retain and respond to.
1. Where-ever did a luxury cruise of Alaska go?
2. 'the dumbing down of the Republicans' - how could anyone tell?

3. Cerntry music -yee ha! is that Dwight Yoakute married yet?
4. The Rubber Room was covered here in Australia, let me tell ya.
I know it well.
(4 out of 12 aint bad)
Wishing you a speedy recovery.

selcom60 said...

Ouch -- to the broken leg.

Country music, over all, is good stuff, but I enjoy a lot of different types of music.

Oh, and the Republican party -- I can't think of anything to say other than thank gawd we're not going to have another 4 years of one at the helm.

shadocat said...

Hey D, thanx for that article! Sending much healing energy your way kiddo---I broke my leg 14 years ago in 3 places, so I know well how hugely it sucks!

p.s.took your advice; trying to write more often

queen emily said...

I made it the whole way through. I feel quite virtuous now ;) Good song, especially the first 40 seconds of funky bit.

That is WELL rubbish about the broken leg. Hope you heal up soon :) xx

polerin said...

Sorry to hear about your leg.

Brighter notes... I love Aunt B. She's the only local blogger I read regularly, and is full of epic win. Also, I was introduced to Robin Trower through "Long Misty Days", one of Lissa's favorite songs ever. I think it's going to be a guitar blues-rock day thanks to this post ;P

John Powers said...

It's a relief to know what's going on, even though I'm very sorry about your broken leg. Very happy it's not a broken hip by the way.

I like Aunt B's take on Country music. The old English ballads and Country ballads are so violent that as stories at least seem related to Gangsta rap.

Probably only of interest to old hippies this video of a recent performance of Matty Groves amused me for the video behind the performance stage.

When Miriam Makeba died I was interested to discover the people she was collaborating with in the 1960's. Her base player, Bill Salter is playing in NYC subways with a combo called Ebony Hillbillies in some small part making the black in Country more visible.

ArrogantWorm said...

Ooooh, that sounds painful. Best wishes for getting well soon!!!! <3

mikeb302000 said...

Good healing with that leg.

I really can't bring myself to think of you as old, though. That may be self serving since I'm a couple years older than you, but I really think it's based on your writing. I find it brilliantly informative and interesting, certainly not oldish.

cripchick said...

dais! wishing you well. xo

Marion said...

Ohhhh, I'm so sorry! At first I thought it was your hip...being an 'old lady' myself, and having been a klutz all my life, I worry some about that.

Hope your convalescence goes well, Daisy!

screamin puma said...

get well soon!

Rosa said...

Oh my, you really did break your leg!
Is it in a cast? If so, you have to paint it up all cool :0

Hope you're feeling better soon.