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LAST 10 MINUTES

Monthly Archives: February 2011

Both Sides Now

Lawrence Goldstone’s new book, Inherently Unequal: The Betrayal of the Equal Rights by the Supreme Court 1865-1903, looks back at another period in history, when he says a series of Supreme Court rulings undermined social progress in the country for decades.  Goldstone writes about the post-Civil War era, when union troops occupied the South, and four million former slaves were looking for social equality and economic opportunity. It wasn’t clear, initially, whether they would enjoy full-fledged citizenship or would be subjugated by the white population.

In an interview last week on Fresh Air, he said, “This is a continuum. This isn’t a question of two absolutes. This isn’t a question of you either follow the Constitution absolutely, positively, immutably, or you throw the Constitution away and just decide what you think. There are cases – most cases, of course – where a justice will go to the Constitution or another statute and say this is what the statute means.
My problem is people anointing themselves as the only authority. In fact, every judge is an activist. They are doing their best – we hope they are doing their best – to interpret the law in the way they think is the most objective. Now, in practice, of course, it tends to be more subjective. But the idea that nine justices of varying political persuasions are getting together in a room, and one of them is saying I think the Constitution means this and the other one’s saying I think the Constitution means that, and coming to majority vote, I think that’s just fine.
The issue is not whether or not we throw the Constitution out. Of course we shouldn’t. And the issue is not whether or not we simply make laws out of the air because we like the social import of them. No, we shouldn’t do that, either. But we should also recognize that people who read the Constitution differently than we do are not necessarily subverting the law, but are simply seeing the law in a different way than do we. And I believe that if we could start doing that and looking at views counter to our own in some reasonable way and not just assume nefarious motives by people who disagree with us, we might be farther along as a country right now.”

I have been thinking…hoping we all cannot be wrong.  While I don’t subscribe to the right, I need to believe they love this planet as much as I do.

Credit cartoon from 2.28.11 issue of The New Yorker.  Edited transcript of Fresh Air from broadcast 2.24.11.  Intro is edited from the Fresh Air intro. I would add, that Dave Davie’s interview was really quite brilliant – excellent insight and questions.

02.28.11 Posted in Something I Saw

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Torture – A follow up

I am back on Kelly’s table in Nashville one week later.  I am getting my soul re-arranged with her digging deep into my spine. No being told to breathe deep.  No water if I ask for it.  No fancy name for her technique. Relentless.  Painful.  I am squirming.  When I ask Kelly if she had ever hurt anyone, she laughs and says no, but offers that she does carry liability insurance.

I am going in and out of the real world with my head in a padded hole.  I remember what Woody Guthrie had written on his guitar, “this machine surrounds hate and forces it to surrender.”   Kelly needs a sign above her door that reads, “This machine surrounds pain and forces it to surrender.”  I leave a pool of muscle memory in that room worked out under sharp elbows and strong hands.  I listen to the story of how Kelly’s father fought his doctor phobia  so long he found himself in that silent white room with a huge angel wrapping it’s wings around him, before working his way back.   This massage has me there and back again, too.    She explains that people are afraid of her.   She says, “Alot of guys are not able to be men.”

Most amazing is the aftermath.   For all the deep tissue shuffling, there is no pain the next day.  No stiffness.  Nothing is sore.   Just the most amazing energy.  My head is spinning in the top of the doorways.   When Jackson says, “RUN DADDY” – I sprint and lap him around the house.  When I fly out to LA the next day – I am up until dusk in Tokyo.

02.25.11 Posted in Everything Is Connected, Photos

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Imperfection

(I need to preface this story by asking those who know me not to laugh about the martinis)

I found myself having martinis with 4 hot LA designers at Barfly last week.   I knew two of the designers, not the others.  I had not been in LA in so long – there was alot of road to cover.  Pulled out the Cherry Lambic video which left Warren choking on his olive. Planted the new website seed.  Fertilized the new ipad app.   Left stories of new kids and Glenn Beck in the calimari crumbs.

The next week two of the designers were playing in their cover band at the Viper Room, and Warren came over to me.   He said, “I looked at every single image on your new website.  Watched the Cherry Lambic video too many times, read your blog, then watched Cherry Lambic again.”

Warren continued, “All the photographers that show me their work – they just show their greatest hits.   Like everyday they are only brilliant and perfect.    Perfection lacks soul.  When I show my portfolio of movie ads, I always include the worst poster I ever did.   It shows I am human.   Why are people afraid to show their soul?”

02.23.11 Posted in Personal Work, Photos

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Artifacts from the journey

Driving into LA on Lincoln.  Straight from a deep massage in Nashville to a teeth cleaning in Brentwood.  Listening to KCRW – the Design & Architecture show interview with Kate & Laura Mulleavy of Rodarte.  Their best story is Anna Wintour coming to visit them in  LA.   Anna is wearing the Prada coat of the season, and the Mulleavy’s are nervous and fumbling having an audience with Anna so early in their career.    Then Anna gives them the best advice, “I can tell that your work is really personal.  You should keep it that way.”

It made me think of something I heard driving from the Duggar’s big family in Northwest Arkansas to my slightly more compact sized family visiting in Nashville.  I was listening to Krista Tippet’s,  “Being” podcast with Jon Kabat-Zinn.   He said this:  “We live in a kind of somnambulist expectation that everything will go on the way it is, and that is certifiably absurd.  Stress really has to do with wanting things to stay the same when they are inevitably going to change. The law of impermanence basically rules the universe and so things are never constant; they’re continually changing.  If you want to hold them a particular way, you can do it for short periods of time at tremendous cost, but ultimately things change.  If you don’t recognize that, then you’re going to create a lot of suffering for yourself and other people.”

We got Stephie’s Mom a bracelet for Valentine’s Day that read in the very smallest font, “the journey is the reward.”

The photographs are the artifacts from the journey.

02.21.11 Posted in Personal Work, Photos, Something I Saw

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Breathe Deep

She warned me, “this massage is going to hurt.”  It is going to dig into memories and rework muscles locked in forgotten dreams.  She rubbed her hands together and said, “Okay, here goes.”

The masseuse has surfed a flood of pain in her personal life which she shares as she elbows into my back.   As she digs in, she recounts a marriage of violence that ended when she reached for a knife that slipped into her own foot, saving her from doing something  as awful as she had endured. I really didn’t need to know all the details as she pressed into my spine.   I guess it was part of her process in exorcising the devil buried deep in the deep tissue.

I have had massages on the beach in Thailand – and remember looking out thinking, this is almost as nice as Martha’s Vineyard.  I have been walked on in China and Japan and pummeled in Germany.   I have had really loud Dylan massages in Manhattan Beach from my dear friend Heather.  I have looked down through the headrest at nurse’s whites, at naked soles, and bad pedicures.  I have woken up from a jet lagged stupor to old Russian breasts pulled out like old doormat in what was posing as a massage on East 10th St.   I have had a shoulder rub in the first class cabin on Virgin  (go for the manicure).   I have been rubbed by the blind man in Hollywood.  I have been talked into chair massages on street corners.   I have been told this is good for you.   I have been told to breathe deep.   I have been told, “drinks lots of water.”  I have been told you might be sore tomorrow.   I have fallen asleep and  dreamt softly.   I have tried channeling hands to my scalp, to my feet, under my scapula.   I have always tipped well even when it wasn’t worth it.

The funny thing about massages, is that you know in the first 30 seconds what you are in for.  I have never been wrong.   If the first minute is bad, it is all bad.  If the first touch is magic – you are generally in for a great ride.

02.16.11 Posted in Everything Is Connected, Personal Work, Photos

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