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chandler o'leary, tacomamakes.com
slate.com
amnesty international via pickadolla.wordpress.com
By now you’ve heard and/or read about the Russian protest/music/performance-art collective Pussy Riot.
About the group’s carefully staged protest at a Russian Orthodox church against Vladmir Putin, the political boss of Russia’s current crony-driven, corrupt regime.
About the regime’s rote reaction against the protest.
About the two-year labor-camp sentences dutifully dished out to three Pussy Riot members; following five months of imprisonment and a farcical show trial tainted by allegations that the women were beaten, denied food, and weren’t allowed witnesses to speak in their defense.
About the protests throughout western Europe and elsewhere in support of the group.
I found it all to be an extremely well thought out piece of real-life theater.
The group’s English language name and song titles were clearly intended to generate a global support network.
Their act was inspired both by 1990s U.S. “riot grrrl” bands and the recent Ukranian activist group Femen (who’ve staged topless protests against “sex tourism” in their country).
The concept was to put human faces (albeit sometimes masked faces) on what had been a year of mass protests, in Moscow and elsewhere, against Russia’s increasingly oppressive and even neo-Stalinist system.
This face is young, dynamic, colorful, defiant, female, and (even when fully dressed and masked) openly sexual.
It was crafted as a deliberate contrast to a regime that willingly depicted itself as old, staid, grim, mechanical, humorless, and, yes, patriarchal. A machine as repressed as it is repressive; appealing to fear and bigotry to maintain support among older citizens nostalgic for the days of Soviet predictability.
Anti-Putin and anti-Putinism protests are not confined to Pussy Riot. Mass marches have been held in major cities for more than a year. Putin’s somber bureaucrats have issued increasingly suppressive laws to stop them.
Russia’s opposition is broad and deep, cutting across ethnic and class as well as gender lines.
Pussy Riot gives this opposition a face and a voice the outside world can see and hear.
craig hill, tacoma news tribune
art thiel, sportspress nw
In an unfinished 1997 TV pilot partly set at a bowling alley, I remarked that in baseball, a perfect game is when nothing happens; while in bowling, a perfect game is when everything happens.
What I didn’t say was that baseball’s “nothing” can be a thrilling, suspenseful, even joyous nothing.
Baseball, as the philosophers of the sport (and it’s the only U.S. sport that has philosophers) say, is the game where the defense controls the ball. It’s not based on metaphors of insemination, but on control vs. chaos. The star of any particular moment of any particular game is the pitcher, high on his dirt pedestal in the center of the field.
The fly-by-night fans root for lots of cheap home runs, for moments of high action.
The hardcore fans, though, they love the control. They love that near-oxymoron, a “pitchers’ duel.” (They never actually combat one another, and in the AL they’re never on the field at the same time.)
They love the intricacy of a pitcher’s “arsenal” of different styles of pitches. They love a pitcher who doesn’t just have speed and power, but also finesse and versatility and endurance.
Here, in what had previously turned out to be yet another Mariners season of futility (capped with the anticlimactic loss of Ichiro, the team’s only other superstar, to the damn Yankees), pitcher Felix Hernandez accomplished the sport’s rarest and most prized single-game feat.
He made history.
Heck, he even made Wikipedia.
And yes, the damn Yankees (or at least damn Yankee fans) now want him. Figures.
ted s. warren, ap via seattlepi.com
maisonceleste.wordpress.com
A wealthy young white man who refuses to, for one second, consider what it must be like to be a woman, or a minority, or a member of the lower class, or old. A man whose words mean less than nothing.
For reasons known only to the Gods, I not only didn’t read David Guterson’s novel Ed King (Oedipus as a Seattle software mogul!) when it came out, I also didn’t notice last November, when it won a British lit magazine’s annual Bad Sex In Fiction award. Don’t be as ignorant as I was—check out an excerpt from the “winning” scene.
Elsewhere in randomosity:
seatacradio.com
So shortly after the death of Chris Wedes (J.P. Patches) comes the loss of another beloved local media icon. Taken too young, after too many years of stoically living through pain and surgeries and chemo.
Goertzen’s natural charm and adept on-air skills made her one of the longest running local news anchors in the nation.
She survived in a field that is often unkind toward formerly-young females. But she couldn’t survive the tumors that wouldn’t stay dead.
geneticist.tumblr.com
theatlantic.com
Brown was already 40, and settled down in marriage with the future co-producer of Jaws, when her breakthrough book Sex and the Single Girl came out. It took the Age of the Pill for Brown’s simple message (sex is fun, for both genders, with or without a wedding ring!) to be considered major-publishing-house material.
(Imagine: Women sleeping around, and not only not heading toward certain doom but having good, clean, healthy fun!)
That led to a stint of over 32 years helming Cosmopolitan magazine.
In those pages, behind the cleavaged “Cosmo Girl” cover models, Brown forged a solid formula of libido and materialism mixed in with traditional women’s-mag fashion and self-help fare.
Whole books have been written about the world of Brown’s Cosmo, its influence, and its contradictions (independence/man-pleasing, confidence/size-ism).
I’ll just say it’s hard to imagine the First Avenue bar scene, with its gaggles of high heeled, well heeled young ladies out for FUN, without Brown’s aesthetic and social vision showing the way.
buzzfeed.com
Democrats are campaigning with a swagger, having fun. They know they’ve got the advantage.… We need to embrace reality and shove reality down the GOP’s throats. Because yeah, we are ahead, objectively so. We’re winning and we’ve got to own it. They can whine about biased polls and biased media and biased everything that doesn’t conform to their little Fox News bubble world, all the while we do the work necessary to seal the deal.
Let’s admit it, skepticism does have a way to make us feel intellectually superior to others. They are the ones believing in absurd notions like UFOs, ghosts, and the like! We are on the side of science and reason. Except when we aren’t, which ought to at least give us pause and enroll in the nearest hubris-reducing ten-step program.
wikimedia commons
pitchfork media via cartoonbrew.com
The third most famous band from Aberdeen, the Melvins, talk about their “disastrous” first tour, accompanied by appropriately simple Flash animation. (The second most famous band from Aberdeen, of course, is Metal Church.)
coregallery.org
If you want me to spend $5,000 for a painting of words outlining an image, the words had better be spelled properly. They should read “More Than Its Weight In Gold.” No apostrophe dammit.