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When Change Happens in Terms of Place...

Changes can force alterations and take one in interesting directions on uncharted paths.  We can't live life in terms of "might haves" or "ifs" or in looking backwards.  But sometimes, in the midst of transitions, we can't help but look back as we move forward.   Moving from here to there, I'm still in the place of between.  The (subjective) future is understood through the lense of the (subjective) past. Between is ok, by the way.

Things I might have had, if not for so many moves:

1. My Barbie doll (but really, I'm glad I threw her out).
2. A Pair of Staffordshire dogs, discarded for $100 in my Atlanta garage sale, that turned up in the New York City Armory Antique show with a $14,000 price tag.
3. Roller skates in boot form, a wooden tennis racquet with a warp-proofer thing on it
4. Insider status
5. My Nancy Drew books
6. A couple of paintings, good or bad
7. Letters I should have kept
8. Perhaps still a bridge group, a stitch n bitch group, several reading groups, a dinner club
9. Unaltered routines
10. Invitations to things from acquaintances
11. A lot of obligations -- showers, funerals, friendship rites
12. A circle of old friends with not much room for new friends
13. Knick-nacks and what-nots, of little sentimental value or no value
14. junk and full closets and habits that should have ended
15. An attic too full to consider
16. A garden dug deep into routine and subconscious
17. Knowing what is kept where
18. A present infused with the past
19. Comfort and boredom
20. Generational memory of place

Next...things gained and the enrichment of life through the process of uprooting...

Lake Hefner Sunset...

While my mother told me tornado stories from yesterday, and another friend had to interrupt a phone conversation as she paid attention to a tornado in another part of Oklahoma, and as my daughter called me from Dallas to tell me of hearing sirens go off and trying to remember what to do in case of tornado warnings.... this photo of the sunset behind the lighthouse by Michael Danielson at Oklahoma City's Lake Hefner, where I once worked with a friend to establish a system of trails around the lake, is making the rounds.  Long sentence, great photo.  Such a place of beauty in an area of the country that has more tornadoes than anywhere else. 

We used to yell cheers: Go, Cyclones.  That was what we called our sports teams.

My first home survived (barely) a tornado that was so destructive it's damage path made the cover of National Geographic. That was in Oklahoma. Many sunsets ago.

Crooked Old, Crooked New...

The old Crooked House, at left, in Lavenham, Suffolk, on High Street is charming.  In the mid-90s, before I wielded a digital camera, I snapped photos up and down the streets of this village, one of the most charming towns that rose to heights in the woolly days of England. 

Compare that crooked architecture to this new Crooked House in Sopot, Poland, built in 2003, and ranked #1 in the list of 50 strange buildings in the world (The Beer Can House in Houston is about #24 or so).

I had to put them together in this post.

update: Crooked Bush Administration abuses of power?

credit: via NewMark's Door ; photo, brocha

Street Art (protest) Statement...

Public street art is gaining ground and via blublu one can see some of the latest creative endeavors outside the U.S. This wall art, at left, is street art in support of people in Vicenza (Italy) fighting against the construction of a new "invasive and dangerous" U.S. army base.

Not much huge public wall art like this is being done in the U.S. -- that I know of.

MexiTexas, Culture & The Idea of Home...

Well, what is authentic culture, anyway? Is it related to place? Race (geographic "racial" groupings differ from one another only in about 6% of their genes. This means that there is greater variation within "racial" groups than between them)? Customs, or religion? Old, or new like Dubai? Language? Culture is a living breathing thing and some guy half-way around the world wants to put me facing Mexico.

Have you ever played Risk?  If you have, then perhaps you might agree that the possibility of the U.S. breaking up is out there.  It is hard to control all. One Russian predicts that my part of the country will become the Republic of Texas, part of Mexico, in 2010, based on a cultural/economic divide. If you look at this old ethnographic map of the indigenous North America, at left, (in Princeton's library), it makes sense but c'mon.  The Deep South in this territory, too?  Look at the Russian's map in his WSJ article.  He thinks the financial, economic and other woes will spur a divide in our country. Russia gets Alaska, the West goes to China, etc.

Hot topic: “cultural knowledge,” “ethnographic intelligence,” and “human terrain mapping” has been deemed as essential to military exercises but the anthropologists are against this "Human Terrain System".  This is a recent topic in USA Today and, when I sat in on a recent meeting at Santa Fe's School for American Research, this topic from 2008 was a hot one, too. Culture is related to power, to hegemony.

Unlike most Americans, I've roamed around (a majority of Americans have moved regionally at least once in their lives, now nearly four in 10 have not left their home towns).  I know that culture begins in the home; the idea of home defines place.  No wonder the War on Terror defined the enemies as everywhere and we had our country renamed The Homeland.  Si, MexiTexas?

Our World (and my body): Shape, Shift, Lift...

Not being in WDC,  let alone  Skopje or Vilnius, I couldn't see the street statements supposedly made in capital cities in many countries Saturday which were organized by people concerned about our shift to a surveillance society/database state.  We can see this as an example of how the shape of how we work and live in our world has shifted.

This worldwide October 11 event was coordinated with wikis and websites.  If you want to see it, or see photos that pertain to surveillance and fear and freedom, you can go online and get a worldview from people who take photos, upload them and share them with photo tags.  Just like our grandmothers could use their networks in over-the-backyard-fence discussions, wikis can network people.  Imagine that your backyard fence can encompass the whole world.

While we hope for our markets to lift, and wonder about how things will shake out, I think this one example is just one of many that indicate that we have crossed to the next epoch, like from The Dark Ages to The Renaissance.

These letters, at left, were developed in 1525 by Albrecht Durer as an artistic expression of a letter art form with Roman-esqe structures that became archetypes of the carved letters used for  European writing and type.  They have an echo of the Latin manuscripts that go back to the first century BCE. Times New Roman is the font we read and typed with most of the time last century.  Georgia, a type for digital screens,  carries on that tradition.  We've gone from ink on sheepskin for the few educated to Gutenberg Bibles to anything printed and distributed by anyone today.

The shape and shift of our letters has lifted with us to new times just like literature itself - the word - came over with William the Conqueror to England and gave the French word for art and culture to the English and here we have it today.  Little could that king have thought that cameras would be on every corner, there, monitoring the citizenry.  He put together his sheriffs and lords to run the villages and manors and set up a structure of control. We have sheriffs today, thanks to him.  Yesterday, however, London had a big gathering of people concerned that there is a camera there for every 14 people.  They shared photos illustrating their surveillance state online and made one big collage from them and then posted their photos of the event with the giant photo collage.  You can see it, too.  This one is The Big Picture from the Open Rights Group, London.

I'd be happy to see my body have a little more lift, shape and shift to it.  And the markets, too.  But I actually think that, even with a lot of work, my body won't go back to it's 20 year-old shape.  It has morphed.  So has our world, so have our private rights, our sense of self and identity is also confusing. I don't know if our culture and society can go back now that we're global and knowledge is everywhere. We're out of The Industrial Revolution and well into The (new volatile shape of things). Life art & culture...

Houston: Not Cool After Ike...

Houston, a city that grew because air conditioning made it finally comfortable to be cool and escape mosquitoes, has been a mess. We had dinner this week with Houston friends who came to Colorado and New Mexico and let other friends live in their house. Updates are still coming of people finally getting electricity.

Houston was our home for 11 years and the falling trees caused a mess where we lived.  We have been hearing of unreal stories. This live oak boulevard near the museum district is just one example of trees that overhang everything.  Lob lolly pine trees are the dominant trees in our area that fell everywhere, as they have shallow roots.

My goddaughter's mom sent me an update of what it has been like living in that hot, hot city without power. It's on the flip.

Climbing: Our Ladders to Heaven, Our Toilets to Flush...

Today a little girl carefully dressed stands beside her father, trying to understand her part in a larger group, not yet able to get the foot steps.

Leaning against ancient adobe walls at New Mexico's Acoma Pueblo, I see community reinforced in dress, dance, family, tribe, place, music, chants, drums and vessels.  I note the traditions displayed in costume, with silver conchas, turquoise, shell jewelry, coyote skins, bells, feathers, moccasins and rattles.

The annual fest day of San Estevan at Acoma Pueblo has been going on hundreds of years.  I go with new friends and think about new and old and our cultural traditions: of what we climb, what we value, what we choose to teach our children, as a community.  Shadows of culture from thousands of years ago pulsate.   

Running water and electricity are non existent on the Acoma plateau.

Somehow, watching the Republican Convention staged as I post this seems so culturally distant from the dances I observed today.  One reflects how our power is arbitrated and selected today; the other celebrates how community comes together for the traditional cycles of season, of life, of spirituality, of family. 

I've not talked about the Palin pregnancies with my girls, but the conversations we've had with these elections... have we covered everything now?  What an interesting political season.  My favorite quote of the day: "We are going to flush the toilet," new McCain-Palin aide Tucker Eskew.  Well, not at Acoma, at least not up on the plateau.  Nothing gets flushed, there.

Shadows...

I used to do shadow figures with my children.  But nothing, NOTHING, like this, which is creative shadow performance art unlike anything I've seen.

Awesome Shadow Performance

Houston & Highways...

Houston, a middle class manufacturing city and the sixth-largest metropolitan area in the U.S., home of oil refineries and 27.4 minute commutes, continues to build more highway lanes to accommodate growth.  This month I counted 18 lanes for West 1-10 (Katy Freeway), just nearing expansion completion.  I've never driven on 9 lanes heading anywhere. Houston is about 20% larger by population, with around million more people, since I left in 2000 and in that time, NYC grew less than 3%.

The big new transportation construction here in Santa Fe is the rail line from Albuquerque.  But having lived since Houston in Atlanta and then NYC before plopping in Santa Fe, I thought I'd share this info from the NYSun this month comparing Houston to NYC:

Houston is an idea-centric city with movers in fields of finance, insurance and professional services...when it comes to growth, Gotham pales beside Houston...Employees earn almost double in Manhatttan what they earn in Houston.  Houston has more days with temperatures over 90 degrees than any other large American city.  Median home price in Houston: $126,000 (compared to $787,900 in Manhattan).  Texans have no state income tax... another big difference.'

Getting around in NYC was easy with subways, taxis, grid system layout and buses but the lower cost of living in Houston makes cars - and the highways -- the way to live. Continuing high gas prices might change all that.