Alcor, Cryonics Discussed on Boing Boing

pcbAbsolutely thrilled that Charles Platt posted two cryonics-related items to Boing Boing during his stint as guest blogger (haven’t seen Mr. Platt since that dark, secret meeting of death aficionados in Las Vegas back back in ’97 – what a strange and delightful time that was). Disappointed, though, that discussion of it amongst the Boing Boing crowd has been characterized by “ill-informed knee jerk reactions and negativity” – as one reader commented. Definitely not, as another reader mentioned, the same crowd as the original Boing Boing print ‘zine, the early years of Wired, Mondo 2000 or Extropy.

Alcor Foundation, the larger of two companies that maintain people in cryopreservation, stores cryopreserved bodies, heads, and pets in beautifully made stainless-steel cylinders known as dewars. These are vacuum-insulated (like giant thermos flasks) to minimize the boiloff of liquid nitrogen. …

Link to full Boing Boing article…

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Chasing the Elusive Mezzo Flat White

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Coffee makes us severe, and grave, and philosophical.

-Jonathan Swift

Coffee has been a love interest of mine for many, many years, but it wasn’t until my first trip to Italy that I truly discovered how rich and divine a beverage these beans can yield.

Upon waking for breakfast my first day in Venice, I was served a steaming pitcher filled with espresso and a second with steamed milk. My own fault, really, because I wanted coffee, asked for caffè and then, fearing that it wouldn’t come with milk, followed it up with an “uh… latte“. Little did I know that what I was getting was actually what they always serve and so not out of the ordinary at all.

Asking how one typically mixes and drinks the combination, I was instructed by my Italian host to simply mix them half-and-half in my cup and enjoy. What a round, full and smooth combination that made! And every day during my entire time in Italy that year I started my morning with that same combination – as do many Italians.

Of course, after returning to the States I was consistently let-down and disappointed in every coffee experience following my Italian renaissance. It wasn’t until I found a regular cafe with quality espresso, quality milk and a friendly owner that I was able to roughly duplicate the beverage – and bless his soul, I was even able to keep my own ceramic mug behind the counter to use every day.

My days of having a regular schedule and a regular cafe have long since passed, and the constant travel that is now my life requires me to carefully instruct at each cafe. Cities that sport good baristas at good cafe’s are easy of course – and the drink is usually fantastic – but many times I find myself up against a “barista” who is really just a “server” at a “cafe” that is really just a “coffee shop”, and even if my instructions are perfectly followed, the drink is second-rate.

But what, really, is it that I’m after? About a month ago, Lokesh Dhakar published a fantastic and fun little diagram on his blog titled Coffee Drinks Illustrated. It proved to be quite popular, receiving many comments and coverage from other big blogs such as Boing Boing, and it even spawned a Cafe Press line of shirts, mugs, posters and more. Unfortunately, what has come to be my favorite coffee beverage was not represented.
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No fault of anyone’s of course. As it turns out, the name of the beverage in question is, as with many coffee concoctions, in dispute.

The closest that the diagram gets is a flat white – which is an Aussie term, and actually proves quite useful in describing some attributes of this ideal caffè e latte. The “flat” in a flat white comes from the fact that there is no foam – it’s flat on top. And that’s part of the point. A cappuccino would be great if it weren’t for all the damn foam. It’s one third espresso, one third steamed milk and one third milk foam. Eliminate the foam and you have the perfect 50/50 ratio. And what’s the point of all the foam, anyway? It merely provides an obstacle to push past in order to get to the creamy reward below! A barrier in the way of extreme sipping pleasure. A flat white eliminates this problem.

The flat white goes one step further though. If we are to believe the comment left by “elissaf” on the diagram’s page, the milk in a flat white is steamed at (or to) a lower temperature than in a cappuccino, allowing it to retain a more creamy quality than you’d find with a cappuccino. So while the ideal drink in question could be similar to a cappuccino senza schiuma – cappuccino with no foam – it would be significantly more creamy – exactly as I got in Italy, as the milk had not been frothed, only steamed.


Due to regional differences, I’ve been unable to pinpoint a name for my choice of drink. It’s a flat white with a bit more espresso. Or perhaps it’s just a standard Spanish cafe con leche or Italian caffè e latte, mixed to my own proportional preferences. But the key points are this:

Good espresso (a given)
Quality milk and water (another given)
Steamed - not frothed – milk. Must stop shy of frothing temperature.
No foam.
A mixture that is almost half espresso and half steamed milk. The balance is delicate and left up to the “art” of preparation, hence the ambiguity in my own diagram at the top of the page.

While I have never equaled the magic of the Italian version while in the States – I think that Italians are simply born knowing how to make perfect espresso – I’ve certainly had some very good approximations. Still though, being on the road and often in strange places that don’t know what good coffee is, I’ve had to come up with some solutions. Thankfully I’ve found two things that make a very good coffee on the road possible.

Bialetti “Mukka Express” Moka Pot

mukkapotThis moka pot is brilliant. It works just as a normal moka pot does, but has the added advantage of being able to simultaneously steam or froth milk. Simply prepare the moka pot as usual, then put your milk in the upper chamber prior to heating. This little piece of beautifully simplistic though inspired engineering makes the espresso, steams the milk and combines the two in one deft action.

Of course you will need some sort of burner unit, but many hotels have small stoves and, if you’re simply unable to find any burner unit, there are a wide variety of extremely small, extremely lightweight portable burner units available that you can take with you.

trivia: Bialetti is the inventor of the moka pot, now a standard item in every Italian household.

Illy Coffee

illycansIntroduced to me years ago by my dear friend Chehalis, Illy coffee is simply the best coffee that one can purchase pre-ground (easier while on the road). Not only do they manage to procure, roast and blend their coffees into a remarkably consistent product, the fears associated with purchasing, storing and traveling with pre-ground coffee are virtually eliminated. Why you ask? Because Illy, almost since the beginning, has been using a specialized method to package and preserve coffee that cuts down on many of the chemical processes that lead to the terrible taste of anything but the most freshly ground coffee. I’m not saying that it’s as good as great coffee roasted well and ground fresh, but it’s damn close. Besides, their cans are oh so very attractive!

trivia: Francesco Illy is the inventor – in 1935 – of the first automatic espresso machine.

special note: I’ve just learned that Illy now makes a special coffee specifically for moka pots. I have never tried it and haven’t any idea what’s different – the grind perhaps – but if it’s anything like the rest of their products, it’s worth finding out.

Combine these two and voilà, a coffee drinker’s dream come true – and while on the road, no less!

Now if I can just figure out what to call my favorite drink…

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MySpace Crossposter v2.0a Released

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Version 2.0a of the surprisingly popular WordPress to MySpace Auto Crossposter plugin is now released.

Click to DOWNLOAD NOW

The old project page for all 1.x versions is located here.

What It Does
The WordPress to MySpace Auto Crossposter is a WordPress plugin that publishes all of your WordPress blog entries to your MySpace blog at the time of publication. This allows you to publish as usual on your WordPress blog, but to also capture and retain your MySpace audience without any extra effort.

Each time that a new WordPress post goes live it will automatically be sent to MySpace for publication.

Users of the plugin have the option of publishing a notification or a whole story to MySpace.

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Notification-style crossposting is the default, which will alert readers of your MySpace blog that you have a new story and provide links back to your WordPress blog. This serves to drive traffic to your WordPress blog and is the recommended option. This options also allows you to avoid many of the MySpace page formatting issues.

Users that select the whole story option will have the entire story crossposted to their MySpace blog for readers to view without leaving MySpace.

The project is the same. The code is evolved.


What’s New in v2.0a

-Many users had trouble installing the original plugin due to the fact that the installation procedure did not make use of the standard WordPress plugin activation process. To help alleviate the problem, v2.0a is activated via the WordPress Plugins Management screen.

-All setup is now handled within WordPress itself directly from the Options > MySpace Crossposter screen.

-All code has been condensed to one file.

-Nothing needs to be modified to initiate the code after it is activated and configured. When you post, it posts. Simple as that.

Installation Instructions

As with most plugins, simply download the source file, place the plugin into your wp-content > plugins directory, activate the plugin on the Plugins admin panel and configure on the Options panel. That’s it. For more information see WordPress.org’s Managing Plugins page.

Quick and Dirty FAQ

When will the plugin update MySpace?
As soon as your story is published. That is, when you click “Publish” and it goes live on your WordPress blog.

What if I set the post to automatically publish sometime in the future? When will MySpace be updated?
When the story goes live on your WordPress blog.

Will the MySpace Crossposter update MySpace when I edit an already published post?
No. The only time the story will be crossposted in on the first publication.

MySpace didn’t update. Why not?
Of course, there could be a million reasons. Assuming that you configured the plugin properly with all the correct information, the #1 reason that MySpace doesn’t update with this plugin is because MySpace was down/not working/under maintenance/otherwise screwed up at the time that you published.

Will my post still be published on my WordPress blog even if MySpace is down?
Yes.

I published my post but MySpace was down, how can I get the crosspost onto MySpace when it’s back up?
Unfortunately at this time, the only way to do so is to delete the live story from your WordPress blog and to republish it.

I get a white screen with errors on it when I click publish. What’s wrong?
What do the errors say? They are usually pretty descriptive. The #1 problem is an invalid MySpace username and password. Double check all of your settings – typos, wrong info, caps lock, etc…

The system seems to hang/take-forever-to-load when I click publish. Why?
If this happens, it’s likely that your database server is not responding properly. It could be down or timing out connections, or you may have the wrong server information in your settings.

I am trying to post the Whole Blog Entry but nothing is showing up on MySpace.
Does the Notification Style work fine? If so, it’s a problem with the code not responding well to your content (we’re on it – debugging in process). If not, then there’s probably a greater underlying issue – start with confirming your setup information.
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Interview with Sword Swallower Roderick Russell (Part 3 of 3)

WARNING: Sword swallowing is a life threatening activity. Many deaths and serious medical complications have arisen from attempting this most dangerous and demanding art form. Sword swallowing should only be attempted by a skilled, trained professional. The author of this text will not be liable or accountable for any injuries sustained by readers who are attempting any of the acts described and depicted within. It is the professional opinion of the author that nobody who is reading this should attempt these stunts under any circumstances.

Interview with Sword Swallower Roderick Russell (part 2 of 3)

WARNING: Sword swallowing is a life threatening activity. Many deaths and serious medical complications have arisen from attempting this most dangerous and demanding art form. Sword swallowing should only be attempted by a skilled, trained professional. The author of this text will not be liable or accountable for any injuries sustained by readers who are attempting any of the acts described and depicted within. It is the professional opinion of the author that nobody who is reading this should attempt these stunts under any circumstances.

Interview with Sword Swallower Roderick Russell

WARNING: Sword swallowing is a life threatening activity. Many deaths and serious medical complications have arisen from attempting this most dangerous and demanding art form. Sword swallowing should only be attempted by a skilled, trained professional. The author of this text will not be liable or accountable for any injuries sustained by readers who are attempting any of the acts described and depicted within. It is the professional opinion of the author that nobody who is reading this should attempt these stunts under any circumstances.

Mind Reading as Social Commentary

routinesetupMost artist statements are bunk. With a few stellar and authentic exceptions, the art world seems awash with inauthentic pretentiousness, poppycock and piffle when it comes to artists’ statements of their own work.

Though many would argue the point and counterpoint to their grave (and do, and do, and do and do…), I think that it’s hard to disagree with a statement like Matt Linderman’s over on Signal vs. Noise (original post here):

The thriving art scene here in NYC has exposed me to a lot more art shows than I ever experienced before in my life. And I’ve gotta say, the art statements that I read generally make me a bit nauseous. Sure, they can sometimes be helpful. But all too often they have that grad-student-thesis-feel, full of impressive-sounding words and pretentious ideas but somehow there’s no there there.

Somehow, there’s no there there. They tend to lack a certain, ahem, je ne sais quoi.

Video Stills from Sketches
from Private Thoughts and Other Lies
written and performed by Roderick Russell
listen to voiceover extract

Utilizing my training as a mentalist and mind reader, this routine is a satirical look at the contrived pretentiousness of the modern art world, specifically in regards to the artist statement.

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A member of the audience is invited to privately concoct a visual image of their own design and to imagine it vividly, never revealing the thought-of image to anyone.

Meanwhile, I don a paint spattered coverall and thick black glasses in caricature of the modern visual artist at work in his studio.

A voiceover track continues the caricature with an ego-indulgent, self-reflexive interview by Roderick Russell The Critic with Roderick Russell The Artiste. On-stage I begin actively painting in a highly affected manner, on a canvas facing away from the audience.

Painting and playacting continue throughout until the conclusion of the voiceover track, whereupon the audience member enlisted at the beginning of the routine is invited up and asked to verbally describe the image that he or she has been privately envisioning.

Following the detailed description of the image that has merely been thought of, I reveal the freshly painted canvas to the audience and upon it is an image that perfectly matches the description just given.

All that to say that when the Flynn Center for the Performing Arts awarded me an arts grant and I suddenly found myself charged with the task of fusing my performance techniques together with my social criticisms, I used my many hours spent slogging through the Chelsea galleries as inspiration.

Until now, the routine born of that inspiration – Sketches - has remained an exclusive piece known only to those who have participated in one of my live shows. No audio, video or still pictures have been released, save for the very few video stills available on the Private Thoughts and Other Lies website and the passing references made in printed material such as the show’s own accompanying statement, press releases and several media interviews.

As this material will not be featured in the stage show within the immediate foreseeable future – a shift in market concentration and resultant modifications to the routine having rendering it entirely different in theme – I am here sharing with you a wider selection of video stills as well as the audio from the voiceover portion of the routine – the voiceover being that around which the work revolves.

I have spent a great deal of time with artists of all mediums, mingling with the haute monde, the cognoscenti, of the art scene. At innumerable openings I’ve stood staring at wall after wall of paintings, prints and photographs, navigating static installations and experiencing interactive, multimedia exhibits of “fine” art . Some of these shows have been positively profound, deeply moving and enormously inspirational. A small handful of the statements have been truly impeccable. But one cannot contest that the majority of statements are written in a decidedly contrived fashion, with an eye towards sprinkling in as many metaphorical hooks, ten cent words and obscure references as possible – all in an attempt to imbue import.

Having invested so many candid hours with artists and creators, I know that the truth of their work is often more in keeping with Jörg Colberg’s reflection on fine-art photography:

It’s interesting (and a bit sad) that when you look at what is commonly called fine-art photography it always comes with a statement, which typically contains some sort of explanation or motivation for the photography. You never get to see something like “I just wanted to take some beautiful photos” or “I liked the way those rubble piles looked, so I took a bunch of photos.” I wonder why. I have no way of actually proving this, but I am convinced that many photographers do not have all that stuff from their statements in their heads and then go out to shoot the photography…I personally find it perfectly understandable and acceptable if somebody does not want to write a statement. But that’s not how the art world works.

Sketches represents my response to the pretension and aims to be critical while also remaining farcical, self-deprecating and, in the end, downright entertaining*.

No archive video of this routine will ever be posted (not authorized copies, at least). Please enjoy the stills and the voiceover – and if you do, watch for your chance to see it live. While it has been replaced for the time being, one never knows where it will pop up again.

Perhaps the Guggenheim would be interested…
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*On a humorous note, a group of colleagues attended the premiere of Private Thoughts and Other Lies. When asked for his opinion, one member of this clique spoke out strongly against Sketches.
His name: Art

I can’t make this stuff up.

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THOTH : The Power of Performance

Students have left school, employees are taking vacation and the cities are filling up with tourists from all over. Now that the warmer months are here I’m republishing my earlier article on Thoth and NYC entertainment – a gentle reminder to get off your arse and see something interesting. Enjoy!

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Thoth, Photographed by John Freeman
photo © 2002, John Freeman
used with permission

Being a traveling artist myself, I have the opportunity to see many remarkable – and many more less-than-remarkable – performances in cities throughout the world. New York City, of course, presents a profoundly high incidence of these works of public and private art, being the cultural center that it is.

Street performance is one particularly colorful and active scene in NYC, and though I would be hard pressed to draw a comparison between the juggler on the corner and Andras Schiff at Carnegie Hall (unless that juggler is Michael Moschen), I do delight in some uniquely fun, witty and original shows – and I’m happy to show my support.

In the spring of 2002, however, I was stunned into silence and awe at the true power of street theater when I happened upon, by sheer chance, a performance by Thoth in the tunnel at Bethesda Terrace in Central Park, directly across from the Bethesda – or “Angel” – Fountain.

I’m hesitant to describe what I saw for fear of destroying the magic for other first-time viewers. But what I witnessed – nay, experienced – in the tunnel that day stopped me in my tracks and frankly, despite frantically wondering what in the hell was happening, moved me to tears – quite literally. I didn’t know what I was watching, nor did I know what it could possibly mean, but I did know that it was beautiful, soul-stirring and transporting. Mesmerizing in the truest sense of the term. This, I believe, is part of the power of Thoth’s work.

Marjoe DVDSo powerful is this street artist’s work that it caught the attention of documentary film director Sarah Kernochan – the same director that in 1972 won the Academy Award for Best Documentary with her film Marjoe – and the film that emerged from their collaboration won the 2002 Academy Award for Best Documentary Short Subject! (Coincidentally, I have a particular interest in the work of Marjoe Gortner as well. Imagine my surprise when I discovered the connection! How convenient that these two films are bundled together…)

Thoth Documentary

The documentary is truly remarkable and, though I recommend it highly, do yourself a favor – order the DVD now, put it on a shelf and immediately get on a bus, plane, car or subway to the Angel Tunnel in NYC’s Central Park to witness a performance for yourself. I’ve intentionally been slim on the performance details, and until you see this remarkable performer in action, live and up-close, the DVD, website or any description that anyone may offer will not do him justice.

But do order the DVD now, because when you get home, the first thing you’ll want to do is put it in the player.
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ADDENDUM
Lest the reader feel that my adamant demand to see Thoth in person is a bit “over-the-top”, please know that despite an excruciatingly demanding schedule – and even one unfortunate stuffed-mushroom-caps-and-digestive-problem incident (no, I won’t blog about that) – I make it a point to travel to see him live as often as I can, and have been doing so regularly since my first encounter in 2002. He really is that good.

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b&w photo credits go to John Freeman from his 2002 series NYC Bounces Back, available on his website at:
http://www.jou.ufl.edu/people/faculty/jfreeman/freeman.htm


RESOURCES
Thoth’s Website – Don’t read too much, you need to see him live first!
Thoth & Marjoe Documentary
Sarah Kernochan Website

Angel Fountain, Bethesda Terrace, Documentary, New York City, Sarah Kernochan, Street Performance, Thoth

A Great Nation Deserves Great Art

National Endowment for the ArtsSuch is the sloganized dictum of the National Endowment for the Arts, driven deep into the minds of NPR devotees on an hourly basis as we listen to our favorite music, art and culture programs each day. And towards that end of supporting great art, the Bush administration is proposing $128.4 million in funding for the NEA during the 2008 fiscal year, as reported today by the Washington Post. The good news is that this is actually an increase of $4 million, and only one in a steady stream of increases (see the appropriations history) since 2001, marking an upward turn from the downward spiral that began in 1996 when the budget was dramatic slashed to $99.5 million by a Republican Congress, who had hoped at first to eliminate federal support of the arts and later merely settled for a scheme to flat-fund the organization.

Though not yet anywhere near the level of funding that it received during the 80′s and early 90′s, I applaud the gesture by the administration (and I don’t applaud much for this administration) to continue the growth of the funding, especially during this time of record-high war spending. But then one has to wonder, though the appropriation proposal has been made, how does it fit into the larger picture of fiscal responsibility (or irresponsibility) of the Bush administration? I don’t have the answer to that question, and would argue that there are many other spending appropriations that should be cut prior to cutting arts funding (as they say, make art, not war), but I worry that an irresponsible spender can throw money wherever he or she sees fit in an effort to make the proper overtures, without regard for how such behavior will ultimately tax the public. I suppose the up-side here is that any ramifications of the recent war spending will entirely eclipse a measly $4 million arts funding increase.

Nevertheless, with the current balance of power in Congress, the NEA can in all likelihood look forward to another small increase in funding, and art in America can continue to move forward with federal support. In fact, the Washington Post also reports a $678.4 million budget for the Smithsonian and $271.2 million for the Institute of Museum and Library Services, with most of the latter going directly to support libraries – something that should make my good friend Casey Bisson over at maisonbisson.com happy (congratulations again to Casey on his recent Mellon Award).

As a performing artist myself, I’m personally very grateful for federal support – hell, all support – of the arts. But Richard Cheatham, writing over on The Free Liberal back in the fall of ’05, takes issue with it.

The term “great art” also bothers me. I’m especially fed up having money taxed from me to fund certain government “experts” who tell me what is great art and, by implication, what is not. Truly great art does not need, nor has it ever needed, the force of government confiscation, subsidy and expert promotion to make it great. Art happens or it doesn’t. I prefer…”Good nations create great art.”

I prefer “good nations create great art” as well, especially the create part – it’s what I do, so I’m biased. I also agree that I don’t like paying to have “experts” that may have agendas that I don’t agree with telling me what art is great and what is not. But our “good nation” is in fact a democracy, and though sometimes difficult, we do have the power to change who it is that is judging our art (for funding purposes), and while we’re pushing for such change, we have the wonderful ability to speak out in favor of it – and we’ve never been so enabled as we are in today’s connected society, as is evidenced by blogs such as this one.

But I simply can not agree with the statement that truly great art does not need, nor has it ever needed, the force of government confiscation, subsidy and expert promotion to make it great.”

Government subsidy has in fact made possible some of the greatest work in history, and though not necessarily a fan of some of the genre’s myself, the so-called “New Deal” art produced during the 1930′s and ’40s is just one recent example. FDR, through his initiative, helped aid in the development of numerous new as well as pre-existing genre’s, sustained many great artists and made possible the creation of many classic works.

Yes Richard, art happens or it doesn’t. Government funding can help some art happen more easily, but who gets to see it is an entirely different question. You see, art promotion is decidedly different from art creation, yet you state too that art doesn’t need expert promotion. I know firsthand that, regardless of how well-known you and your art may be, if the people do not know where to find your art and how to access it, it will not be a success. Promotion is absolutely vital to art. Only through promotion can an artist be seen and receive the continued support necessary to go on producing. Likewise, only through promotion can a public be made aware of art, upon which it may then pass judgment. A work or an artist can never be popular or unpopular unless it gets the chance to be seen. The greatest work of art may sit collecting dust in a studio – or worse, only in the artist’s mind – and may never have the opportunity to be appreciated and brought to the fore of public opinion if it lacks promotion. The work may be great, but popular, seen and appreciated? Not without the business of art, and that includes promotion. And what is the purpose of great art if it’s not in the public eye changing opinion and encouraging thought? The inverse is of course true as well: a rotten work of art can not be deemed unpopular unless it has the opportunity.

Surprisingly, Michael Levin has a truly great article over on The Free Market which puts forth an incredibly lucid and well-reasoned argument as to why the government should not fund the arts, and I encourage you to read it. It’s good enough to make me think twice about endorsing government support, but in the end, there is often a difference between great art and commercial art, and I feel strongly that a society should support great art – be it commercial or not.

ZombificationPerhaps, however, the answer lies with that cogent and clever critic of American culture, Andrei Codrescu. In his 1994 compilation of his own NPR commentaries, Zombification, he proposes, courtesy of a Frenchman, the idea of Culture Stamps. Like Food Stamps:

Every citizen who could demonstrate a need for art could get culture stamps. They could use these to go to events sponsored by nonprofit corporations: independent movies, experimental plays, poetry readings, art shows, dance recitals, concerts. The artists would get all the profits from the culture stamps. The government wouldn’t have to decide what art to fund: it would be up to the people to spend their culture stamps on anything they liked.

The government would continue to support that arts, but the people would directly decide who gets the money. The popular art would remain popular, and the less-commercial-but-popular-if-it-had-the-chance art would stand a chance of survival. Though the stamps would come from our tax dollars, people would be psychologically more willing to use their stamps on events and showings that they wouldn’t normally consider spending their “hard-earned cash” on, and thereby open up the possibility of discovery, growth and unforeseen appreciation of non-mainstream art and culture. The artists would survive, the richness of American life would expand and we would pave the way for a new golden age of art. Perhaps we’d even become a more intelligent and thoughtful society. Imagine that…

Leave it to a Romanian and a Frenchman.

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Andrei Codrescu, Appropriations, Art, Art Funding, Bush Administration, Casey Bisson, Culture Stamps, Maison Bisson, Michael Levin, National Endowment for the Arts, NEA, Richard Cheatham, Smithsonian, Washington Post

THOTH – The Power of Performance

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Thoth, Photographed by John Freeman
photo © 2002, John Freeman
used with permission

Being a traveling artist myself, I have the opportunity to see many remarkable – and many more less-than-remarkable – performances in cities throughout the world. New York City, of course, presents a profoundly high incidence of these works of public and private art, being the cultural center that it is.

Street performance is one particularly colorful and active scene in NYC, and though I would be hard pressed to draw a comparison between the juggler on the corner and Andras Schiff at Carnegie Hall (unless that juggler is Michael Moschen), I do delight in some uniquely fun, witty and original shows – and I’m happy to show my support.

In the spring of 2002, however, I was stunned into silence and awe at the true power of street theater when I happened upon, by sheer chance, a performance by Thoth in the tunnel at Bethesda Terrace in Central Park, directly across from the Bethesda – or “Angel” – Fountain.

I’m hesitant to describe what I saw for fear of destroying the magic for other first-time viewers. But what I witnessed – nay, experienced – in the tunnel that day stopped me in my tracks and frankly, despite frantically wondering what in the hell was happening, moved me to tears – quite literally. I didn’t know what I was watching, nor did I know what it could possibly mean, but I did know that it was beautiful, soul-stirring and transporting. Mesmerizing in the truest sense of the term. This, I believe, is part of the power of Thoth’s work.

Marjoe DVDSo powerful is this street artist’s work that it caught the attention of documentary film director Sarah Kernochan – the same director that in 1972 won the Academy Award for Best Documentary with her film Marjoe – and the film that emerged from their collaboration won the 2002 Academy Award for Best Documentary Short Subject! (Coincidentally, I have a particular interest in the work of Marjoe Gortner as well. Imagine my surprise when I discovered the connection! How convenient that these two films are bundled together…)

Thoth Documentary

The documentary is truly remarkable and, though I recommend it highly, do yourself a favor – order the DVD now, put it on a shelf and immediately get on a bus, plane, car or subway to the Angel Tunnel in NYC’s Central Park to witness a performance for yourself. I’ve intentionally been slim on the performance details, and until you see this remarkable performer in action, live and up-close, the DVD, website or any description that anyone may offer will not do him justice.

But do order the DVD now, because when you get home, the first thing you’ll want to do is put it in the player.
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ADDENDUM
Lest the reader feel that my adamant demand to see Thoth in person is a bit “over-the-top”, please know that despite an excruciatingly demanding schedule – and even one unfortunate stuffed-mushroom-caps-and-digestive-problem incident (no, I won’t blog about that) – I make it a point to travel to see him live as often as I can, and have been doing so regularly since my first encounter in 2002. He really is that good.

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b&w photo credits go to John Freeman from his 2002 series NYC Bounces Back, available on his website at:
http://www.jou.ufl.edu/people/faculty/jfreeman/freeman.htm


RESOURCES
Thoth’s Website – Don’t read too much, you need to see him live first!
Thoth & Marjoe Documentary
Sarah Kernochan Website

Angel Fountain, Bethesda Terrace, Documentary, New York City, Sarah Kernochan, Street Performance, Thoth

Cold Mountain Cafe Review

Cold Mountain Cafe, Bethlehem, NH

Those who have read any of my other reviews have by now discovered that I have a penchant for finding out-of-the-way cafes in obscure backwaters that often function as a beacon of light in the middle of nowhere. Cold Mountain Cafe is no exception to this rule.

Bethlehem, NH is a strange little place. Nestled in the White Mountains of the granite state, most visitors are so as a result of happenstance. You see, Bethlehem is “on the way” to some great New Hampshire skiing; but unless you’re a local, an Orthodox Jew or have come for the low pollen count or hordes of antique stores with hours as odd as their owners, there’s really no reason to be in this northern New Hampshire town. Robert Frost once wrote of the area’s “pang…that makes poetry”. It’s a lonely, obscure little place.

Which makes the addition of Cold Mountain Cafe, located immediately on Main St. in this bizarre town, a most welcome addition and a destination location for visitors if ever there was one.

It certainly helps that every element of this cafe is of very high quality and the service has, in my experience, been nothing but impeccable. Owned by a man who brings a certain hip city feel to the establishment, it is more a small restaurant cafe than a kick-your-feet-up-on-the-couch cafe. But don’t let this dissuade you from coming in to relax! They welcome everyone, whether you are coming in for one of their full meals (lunch or dinner) or just a cup of their great coffee.

A small establishment, they offer right around twelve indoor tables and a handful of outdoor seats during the warmer and drier months. The indoor environment is one of high ceilings, comfortably dim lighting, NPR in the afternoon and any combination of world, jazz or classical music in the evening. Add to this their rotation of works by New Hampshire artists, hung on the walls in an almost professional gallerist way complete with appropriate lighting and you find yourself in a very soothing atmosphere, unwilling to leave.

Or perhaps it’s the incredible food that’s keeping you in your seat. With a selection for regular folks and vegetarians alike, they offer lunches and dinners complete with soups, salads and great tasty entrees that have a hint of sophistication to them.

But the crown jewel of it all is their French roast. It’s unusual for this reviewer to not inquire as to origin, type, roasting details and brewing methods, but for an unknown reason I never have asked while in this establishment and quite frankly, I don’t want to know. Because, dear reader, Cold Mountain’s French roast is some of the best I have ever had, and I don’t care if they get it from a can labeled “Folgers” (though they’d have to slip a Mickey in it to pull that one off). I’d rather preserve the beauty of mystery and believe that somewhere, located in a remote, isolated location in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, there exists the world’s most perfect cup of coffee, reserved for the few who stumble across it or seek it out as a sacred journey. This is a delight to be indulged infrequently, lest you spoil the sanctity of it.

Well over thirteen months of not having journeyed to this cafe even once, I found myself passing through the area and simply had to stop. I didn’t have much time, could not stay for a meal, but actually got a cup to go (a no-no in my book of coffee appreciation), and I am pleased to report that yes, they maintain consistency, and that day as I drove through the mountain passes I praised the coffee gods for putting such beauty in a cup.

By now you have realized that I occasionally get carried away, but please take my word when I say that Cold Mountain Cafe is worth the trip, and if you are in the area, there is no excuse not to stop.

A special note on that cup: For those that are interested, I would describe the coffee of which I speak so highly as an exceptionally substantial, round bodied coffee with a hint of oily texture and a very mellow and balanced acidity. But one of the chief characteristics that make it so appealing is the finish, which accents that rich and sometimes gritty body with a progressively mellowing earthiness that lasts longer than one would expect.

If I had to guess, I would say that this coffee is probably a Sumatran. But please, don’t tell me! I’d rather just enjoy.

ADDITIONAL RESOURCES

Cold Mountain Cafe Website
Lonely Planet’s “New England” Review
Ammonoosuc Times Review

Bethlehem NH, Coffee, Cold Mountain Cafe, Sumatran

Serious About Sirius – R.U., that is.

R.U. Sirius ShowWhile The Thresher seems to have remained still and abandoned in its watery grave since I first reported its fleeting appearance just over a year ago, the captain has nevertheless managed to take the wheel of another subversive vessel and is gallantly guiding it along the fringe – this time in the form of podcasts and the MondoGlobo network.

As reported here back in 2004, R.U. Sirius – co-founder of the cyberchic zine Mondo 2000 – was and is involved in a project called NeoFiles: The Experimental Edge of Human Endeavors (makes you wonder why he hasn’t had a certain culture-jamming, sword swallowing, former cryonicist on the show). Serving as a web-based text-only medium for R.U. to interview and discuss the suitably fringe material that he is known for exploring, it transitioned to a podcast format sometime back in mid-2004. Though still funded by the Life Enhancement organization, it has been incorporated into the MondoGlobo network of podcasts, which features a total of five other podcasts – from the Pastor Jack show (the word of God never sounded so damned funny) to a weekly show analyzing Apple Computer stock (why?) – including one that is our subject’s namesake, The R.U. Sirius Show: Plumbing the Depths of Meme Culture.

For Sirius fans, this latter show is a must listen. Notably, an entire show was given over to an interview with Douglas Rushkoff, and others to folk such as Arthur editor Jay Babcock and RE/Search publisher V. Vale. The interviews are fantastically unscripted (or are they?) and it’s a delight to hear the voices of those that we typically associate with print-only. Better still, R.U. has hinted at a video future to come.

For those interested in all things Sirius, you’d do well to tune in at http://www.mondoglobo.net. In their own words: “the shows we produce are fuckin’ cool”. And why not endorse yourself, if others are willing to second it?

RU Sirius, MondoGlobo, RE/Search, V. Vale, Rushkoff, Arthur Magazine, Jay Babcock, The Thresher, Mondo 2000, RU Sirius Show, Pastor Jack, Cryonics, NeoFiles, Life Enhancement

Woodwind Players Blow – New Memoir Confirms

Mozart In The Jungle

Though entirely unintentional, the short list of articles found on this blog seem to feature a high incidence of “sex in classical music” entries. I have yet to create an entire entry dedicated solely to the subject, but embedded in other articles the reader will find references to the sexual appeal of such musicians as Lara St. John, a link to a humorous – if disturbing – website called Beauty in Music (which is not surprisingly lacking in said beauty), links to articles that discuss the topic of overt sexuality in the classical music industry and at least one title of an article which should have elicited chuckles from all appreciative and even slightly cynical readers.Why the preoccupation with sexuality in classical music? I’m certain that I don’t know. Hints to the cause may be found throughout the other articles, but when it comes down to it, the secret and sordid life of bohemian musicians as contrasted with the conservative stance of many of their public and the historically prim and proper marketing and image of the industry can not help but be interesting. It is a remarkably fascinating dichotomy that sheds light on several aspects of social and interpersonal psychology and plays to our inherent love of secret and sophisticated perversion. Which brings me to the topic of today?s entry: A new book by former oboist Blair Tindall entitled Mozart in the Jungle: Sex, Drugs, and Classical Music.

I myself have not yet read the book, having only discovered it today, but it is on my “next-to-read” list. Yet with the other mentions of this very topic here on Noumenon, I couldn’t rightfully keep this book a secret. I wanted to share it with you as soon as possible. An article from the Times Online (UK) by James Bone (I’m sure that I’m not the only one to find humor in that name) briefly discusses the book and quotes such notable passages as

Instrument players had a sexual style unique to their instrument. Neurotic violinists, anonymous in their orchestra section, came fast. Trumpet players pumped away like jocks, while pianists’ sensitive fingers worked magic. French horn players, their instruments the testiest of all, could rarely get it up, but percussionists could make beautiful music out of anything.

With writing like that, this saucy little strumpet of a book is sure to go down with such other greats as Mannix’s The Hellfire Club and Partridge’s A History of Orgies. All strictly academic, of course.

Mozart In The Jungle, Sex, Drugs, Classical Music, Lara St. John, Blair Tindall, oboe, Hellfire Club, A History of Orgies

Right to Life Controversy

Times ScholarBack in October I wrote an article, entirely fictitious and under a pen name, that pushed the envelope on ethics in right to life cases. It encouraged the reader to step outside of the particulars of today’s debates and to leave behind the details that cloud our thoughts when trying to advocate one position over another, by creating such an extraordinary situation that one was inclined to consider the universal principles and concepts involved in any such decision.

The article caused quite a stir, and many took it to be an accurate account of an actual event. There was at least one case of an individual attempting to hand it in as evidence in a college course.

When I first distributed it I did not mention its fallacious nature. When it was originally published over at maisonbisson.com it did appear with the disclaimer that it was a fictitious story. I reprint it here for your enjoyment.

Right to Life, After Death? by Alexander Rudzinski

Thanks go to Casey Bisson from maisonbisson.com for creating the PDF and running the original story. I considered running it here without the disclaimer that it was fictitious so as to see what response it would generate, but due to my laziness I’m simply using Casey’s PDF, in which he clearly proclaims its fictitious nature.

[tags]Alexander Rudzinski, Casey Bisson, Maisonbisson, Right to Life, Roderick Russell, Times Scholar[/tags]

Show me your Sackbutt

It is now the end of April, 2005 and despite my best intentions I have not posted anything since December of ’04. The reason, for those of you who don’t follow the news that I post over at www.roderickrussell.com, is because I was awarded a grant by the Flynn Center for the Performing Arts which is enabling me to develop a new theater work of unusual dimensions.

The process has, naturally, been consuming virtually all of my time. Be it frantic and inspired creation of new material or frustrated pacing to and fro and long, irritated walks during those time when the creativity is not flowing, I have not been indulging in the act of essay writing for blogging purposes.

I would like, however, to take just a moment now to give you a little something. Back on December 8, 2004 I gave you an article entitled Art is Inherently Controversial in which I made passing mention of classical violinist Lara St. John, her decidedly sexy image, and the effect that this has on the classical music industry. The April 21, ’05 issue of the Telegraph from the UK features a story about said sex appeal in the classical music industry entitled Who needs this when the classics are already bursting with sex? by Ivan Hewett. The article attempts to make the case that the classical music industry need not artificially inject sex-laced marketing ploys into the industry because, if we look at the music as it really is, we’ll discover that it is by its very nature oozing with sexuality.

No argument from me there, but as the website Beauty in Music – which the article provides a link to – shows, a little added spice sprinkled on top never fails to attract a bit more attention. While the photograph of Abigail Newman and her sackbutt doesn’t exactly make me eager for the Playboy spread, the fact that there is even such a website brings a wry smirk to the face, and I?m sure that the new package and presentation has in fact increased revenues for the industry.

On a serious note though, while we can enjoy the new so-called freshness of the classical music PR efforts – I’m in favor of lifting the cold, artificial veil under which the industry has been hiding – let’s be wary of destroying any sense of aristocratic sensuality and the beauty of intelligent eroticism ? best conveyed by a balanced withholding and a slow seduction – in favor of a full-frontal Hollywoodesque show-me-what-you’ve-got porn approach. If the PR firms learn the gentle dance of seduction they will be radically more successful in emotionally hooking consumers for life than if they simply bombard us with blunt images of creative flauting.

Beauty in Music, classical music, sackbutt, sex, Telegraph UK