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So here we are, sixteen years later. I do have something good I can post for today. I finished another set of little 'modular' etudes:
It's the accumulated memories that do this. I wrote this in my interactive Memory Book app back in 2014:
The material of our memories. While traveling around Japan, I wondered: at what point in life do experiences stop being really new and start reminding you of what you have lived before? We would be driving through a town on the Izu peninsula, and I would think: "This reminds me of Seattle", or we would be walking along a path in Nikko and I would say to Jill: "This seems like a place in Portugal." My new memories are made from recycled reality.I guess it's inevitable that this mash-up of remembrances occurs, given the linear nature of time as we experience it. Life has been good, so this is not a bad thing. And I am building new memories, now. Oh the kids! Oh Jill! Oh life!
Today was a gorgeous day in NY. Tomorrow, I'm afraid, I'll get a taste of what has been happening here through the summer. The highs are supposed to be in the 90's all week.
I'm heading to Homer, NY next weekend for this thing called the Neemfest. NJ friend and collaborator Karl Fury asked if I could give the keynote address/performance. So that's where I'll be. I hope it goes well.
I'm sitting in the apartment listening to some Finnish pop music that Daniel had sent me some time ago. Where did those days go?
Yesterday the hot/humid weather finally broke, and it was a crisp, fall day. I was listening to Collapse the Light into Earth by the band "Porcupine Tree". It hadn't ended when I arrived at the CMC, so I just waited outside Prentis, watching the streams and flows of life go by. That immanence thing again. A transcendent moment. Especially the ending.
Birthday to my Sweetie!
Classes are going well. Over a quarter of the semester gone already! I'm realizing that I don't have as much time out here as I had imagined. So much to do! But then I'll be back with those grandkids, oh yeah.
Jill is coming in tonight -- late, unfortunately (her flight was delayed). We're going up to visit Brenda and John + family, and (especially) niece-in-law Alison. She's due to give birth to a little boy in November. Baby shower time!
Took a nice walk down to Ft. Tryon Park (where the Cloisters are located). It's summer here again! 80+ degrees for the next few days.
Jill's leaving for Madagascar in about 20 minutes! From Seattle; she's spending two weeks over there with friends for an adventure!
It was such a beautiful day here, too. Mom was talking at lunch about the cognitive dissonance between our living here and seeing the carnage on TV. It makes it even more 'dissonant' when we have family now in Tel Aviv. The Hamas militants made me so angry. There was a short clip that aired showing a whole group "dancing" in victory on top of an Israeli jeep -- guns flashing, the whole nine yards. "Wow," I thought, "you're responsible for hundreds of deaths, on both sides of the conflict, and probably thousands more, most likely from your side, and you got a jeep. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.
What can I do in the face of this evil? What can anyone do?
I could say more, and maybe will in the future, but that's enough for now. It was great seeing some old friends and collaborators, and Greg's music truly is amazing. Now I'm heading back to New York. More to do.
That gave me a little free time this afternoon that I hadn't anticipated. I realized that I hadn't really 'thought through' my feelings about the tragedy unfolding in Israel. I guess I'm doing that now, as I write this.
Prior to the Hamas attack on Israel, many of my Jewish friends and family were actively anti-Netanyahu, and for years had been advocating for an end to the Palestinian oppression. The situation was unsustainable (obviously). At the same time, it was difficult to overlook the cement roofs over playgrounds near the Golan Heights aimed at preventing missiles from striking Jewish children -- this before Israel captured the Heights in the 6-day war of 1967.
And now, untold atrocities from both sides of the Gaza conflict. I will say that Netanyahu is exactly the wrong prime minister for Israel to have at this moment in time. Many of my more leftist friends are (mutedly) pro-Palestinian. I'm sure they don't also mean pro-Hamas, but I think they are willing to semi-forgive the action of Hamas because of the past Palestinian misery.
I can't do that, though. Hamas has no desire for peace, no recognition of other viewpoints, no remorse, no notion of coexistence. Much of their original charter is a litany of anti-semitism, laced with frequent calls to jihad (a "holy" war? Give me a break!) Here are just two samples:
Rejection of a Negotiated Peace Settlement: ------------------------------------------- '[Peace] initiatives, and so-called peaceful solutions and international conferences are in contradiction to the principles of the Islamic Resistance Movement... Those conferences are no more than a means to appoint the infidels as arbitrators in the lands of Islam... There is no solution for the Palestinian problem except by Jihad. Initiatives, proposals and international conferences are but a waste of time, an exercise in futility.' (Article 13) Anti-Semitic Incitement: ------------------------ 'The Day of Judgment will not come about until Moslems fight Jews and kill them. Then, the Jews will hide behind rocks and trees, and the rocks and trees will cry out: 'O Moslem, there is a Jew hiding behind me, come and kill him.' (Article 7)
Where are the Gandhis who can achieve real, substantive, lasting change, the leaders of vision who don't believe that their cause legitimizes evil? Hamas is truly evil. That's my 'thinking through'. Yes, the Palestinians were -- are -- in a terrible situation. But nothing can justify the horror that Hamas has brought upon the world. I cannot condone what Israel is doing in response. Like I said, Netanyahu is exactly the wrong person. There is a total lack of imagination in a larger 'thinking through' of what we can do. But Hamas has zero interest in peace. The two quotes from their charter ("Covenant") are just the tip of the iceberg. I fear for the future.
On the subway ride over, I listened to Virdulegu Forsetar by the Icelandic composer Johann Johannsson. Hearing it and recalling:
It was very much a sharp, November day today. My check-up with Roger and Karen was good.
I'm going to have to do something with these tapes. Most I'll probably toss, because they are recorded in a format (4-channel 1/4" multitrack) that would be difficult to recreate. Plus I don't really have a burning desire to spend the next year or so of my life tending to some imagined edifice of my Great and Marvelous musical past. Jeez. We get approached occasionally at the Computer Music Center about accepting an 'archive' of a person's work. What's the point here? Maybe in THE FUTURE the composer in question will be recognized for the Great and Marvelous artist he or she was? Some kind of weird immortality?
Yikes, so curmudgeonly! I'm actually in a pretty happy mood. I'm sitting in the airport, getting ready to go to Indiana for Thanksgiving while writing this. I'm looking forward to the trip; classes are winding down at Columbia. I think it will be good. To be honest, there are some recordings in the big pile of tapes that I would like to hear again. I guess it's good that I enjoy my own music.
I saw many people I knew, and close friend Maja Cerar played a slow Bach partita at one point in the remembrance. It ripped me apart. Henry had died suddenly, apparently of a brain aneurism. He was only a few years older than me.
Death, and life though. When I said "I'm actually in a pretty happy mood" in my post above, there was a tremendous reason for that. Jill and I are now great-aunt and great-uncle Brad and Jill! Nephew Stefan and niece Alison now have a grand baby boy in their family! Happy birthday, John Michael Sjöberg!!!!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING INDEED!!!!!!!
Arriving in Seattle, the air seemed clear, although that changed as we drove north (Pacific Northwest mist and rain!). The light was brighter, things seemed (and smelled) fresher. But I also hold this nostalgia for NY and past three months I spent coding and creating in our apartment. I felt really "floaty" all day -- indeed, the last week or so -- as I reconcile the somewhat schizoid existence I now have. This was exacerbated by the amount of time I spent by myself in our NY apartment. Teaching only my one grad seminar, I had a lot of time to work on individual projects. And I did. I want to continue that here.
Even though the sun was out, patches of mist were floating among the trees on the hillsides of Whidbey. I was listening to the monks of CantArte Regensburg doing Christmas and Advent chants. The mist and music floating. Magical.
We got our Christmas Tree yesterday. I'm slowly getting back into the "island pace" of life here. With the mist, the tall trees, the surrounding mountains, this seems like a place I imagined when I was much younger. Here I am.
I have the tree up and decorated (photos coming later after the Christmas Eve tinsel 'magic'), and I have our outdoor lights going again. I have a different feeling about the outdoor lights than I had in Roosevelt, where people watched for them every year. Living as we do at the end of Whales Tail Lane, the lights are just for us.
For the display
this year I tried to do an "out of diversity, unity" theme, given
the state of the world. My idea was to have the white lights at the
top (the "unity") with the various colors all feeding up into them.
I underestimated how tall the bamboo clump where I was locating
the lights was, and I couldn't reach the top to put them properly
in place. Instead I just flung them around until I got the top
covered. The result was this:
I am on the threshold of some major life changes, though, and I'm not sure how it will all work out. Again, the tendency is to think that things will continue along a linear-of-sorts path. But they never do. For better or for worse, I hope I can listen to these monks again next year.
Here are the Christmas Eve photos of our Christmas tree. I wanted to
get it posted here before the year ran out. It was a great tree
this year -- very tall and stately. And all the fun ornaments with
memories encapsulated in each one! Jeez, I'm getting maudlin here.
Hey, that's the way it is!