YouTube video “People who like martial arts and weapons are normal”

Well, some of them are. Some are assholes and some are downright dangerous. And some are capable of formulating comprehensive (though not perfect) argument for their point of view. I must say that I too don’t find watching people kicking spherical object around the field for 90 minutes even remotely entertaining.

However if we take “normal” in this context to mean “not different from any other group of people” then I would say the title is completely correct. Assholes and dangerous people are in any and all human congregations. The compounding problem here is that while a dangerous footballer will at the worst hurt one o their fellows on the playing field, a dangerous person with a gun can do much more damage.

I think I could have a reasonable discussion with Matt Easton, author of this video and I think he missed slightly a good opportunity to enhance his point by not wearing his “Fighters Against Racism” T-shirt in this one.

To me this is another issue that is not clear-cut black&white. We have a saying in Czech “Když dva dělají totéž, není to vždy totéž.” – When two (persons) do the same thing, it is not always the same thing.  It applies here.

The key difference is the attitude and intent. Weapon collectors will grumble about laws that restrict their hobby, but most of them will respect the law and for example limit their collecting to weapons of the type that is legal in their country and they will buy ammo and shoot only a the shooting range for example. They will not found and congregate in corporation-like organizations lobbying for complete abandonment of said laws . They will not amas  a load of super-modern weaponry and pallets of ammo to go with it. They will hunt the rare, the peculiar, the unique pieces.

It is possible to appreciate weapons for their aesthetics and technical intricacy and enjoy learning the skills to use them without ever hurting anyone, or ever wanting to hurt anyone. And it is possible to pursue such hobby even in a country with strict gun laws – only, like in any other hobbies, other people’s needs have to be taken into account and respected.

Russian Adventure

Back in the 70’s my best friend’s father guided tours for Canadian teachers through Russia. In those days they had a KGB escort and there were many places that tourists just weren’t allowed to go. There were also many places where cameras weren’t allowed and the KGB kept close watch. He always spoke of how beautiful the country was and how warm and welcoming the Russian people were, so for most of our lives Jane and I have been curious about the place.
Fast forward 40 years or so to 2017 when Jane told me that she was finally ready to cross Russia off her bucket list. Then she told me that she couldn’t imagine taking the trip without me and so as a gift for my birthday she was taking me with her! I spent weeks just trying to wrap my head around it. We’re pretty ordinary people and this was an extravagant gift, but Jane was insistent and she was so excited that I couldn’t help but get excited too.

We left on September 15th for a 2 week river cruise from Moscow to St. Petersburg. It was an amazing journey and I came away with love and respect for Russia and her people. There were so many surprises along the way, but the overarching theme that I kept seeing was art. The Russian people care about art. They decorate their buildings, their parks and their cities. Even the most modest of Russian houses has some bit of decorative whimsy. All Russian schools teach art history along with drawing, painting and traditional Russian handicrafts. There’s a national pride in the art and architectural treasures of the country and a real desire to maintain and protect them. And their cities are spotless. I did not see a single piece of litter during our entire trip. Not one gum wrapper or cigarette butt. Not at the docks and not in the city centres.
It’s a madly visual place and I took hundreds of photos. I’d like to share some of those photos with you. Don’t worry, I’ll only share a small portion of those hundreds, but I thought I would post a few at a time every now and then with a short story about the place.

Our journey started with 3 days in Moscow and our home away from home was a mid-sized river ship docked in the Moscow Canal. From there we sailed up the Volga River, into the Volga-Baltic waterway and onto Lake Onega. Finally, we sailed down the Svir River to Lake Ladoga and on to St. Petersburg where we finished our trip with another 3 day stay. We made daily stops along the way and every day was filled with beautiful and interesting things.
I hope you’ll enjoy following along.

Today we start with a few views of the Moscow skyline.

I apologize for the quality of these last two photos. Our first day in Russia was rainy and cold and I couldn’t stop shivering here. These shots are taken from atop one of Moscow’s seven Hills. Patterned after Rome, which is the best known of many seven hill cities, Moscow sits nestled among seven distinct elevated land masses. Our guide told us that this area is known as Surprise Hill because the view seems to come out of nowhere. Surprise! Despite the rain, the view was breathtaking. The building in the last shot is the Luzhniki Stadium. It was built during Soviet times in the 1950’s and was originally known as Central Lenin Stadium. It served as an Olympic venue in 1980 when it hosted both the opening and closing ceremonies. Tragically, it is also the site of a well-known disaster. In 1982 during the final minutes of a European Football Association game there was a crowd rush of people that claimed 66 lives.

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Jack’s Walk

Our walk today was cold, wet, windy and muddy. Pretty much a typical Canadian spring day. There was one bright spot though. My neighbour has made her garden bloom by planting wine decanter and bud vase flowers. I might just copy that idea. It’s going to be awhile before the real flowers turn out.

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Easter gingerbreads

We do not celebrate any religious holiday, but they are a good excuse for my mom to go on a gingerbread-baking spree. They are beautiful and delicious, and each year she comes up with new designs and styles. I do not know how she does it.

Gingerbreads

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Gingerbread

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Gingerbread

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Word Wednesday.

Crepuscular

Adjective.

1: of, relating to, or resembling twilight: Dim.

2: occurring or active during twilight: Crepuscular insects.

[Origin: Latin crepusculum, from creper dusky.]

(1668)

“The Arcadian hated this time of day. That crepuscular transition between the dying day and the not-yet-born night. It was the heavy trudge home, the missed opportunities of the day, the optimism that had arrived with morning now transformed into failure and sadness. Or maybe it was just him. Maybe everyone else liked it. Thought it contained the possibility of fun, adventure. Looked forward to seeing what the night brought.

Maybe.” – The Doll’s House, Tania Carver.

Talking About Obama’s Birth Certificate. Again.

Joe Arpaio, screengrab. Just look at all those old white men.

Joe Arpaio. Apparently, still grieving over not being sheriff anymore, so he’s running for senate in Arizona. Here’s a bit of what he had to say to people about his pro-Trump platform:

In a speech to a small group at the event, which was posted on YouTube by the channel Tru Conservative TV, Arpaio recalled introducing Trump at a campaign rally in 2015 where he spoke about his and Trump’s shared interest in cracking down on immigration and in investigating Obama’s birth certificate.

“I talked about another thing that made a little news,” Arpaio said. “I don’t talk about it anymore—until I become the U.S. senator…but that’s something to do with a document. If I ask you guys—I’m a nothing now, but if I was still the sheriff I could ask for your birth certificate.”

“So I’m kind of dropping that right now,” he said, “but I’m going to tell you something: 100 percent we proved that’s a fake document. One hundred.”

For someone who is not talking about “it”, you seem to be spending time talking about it. Unbelievable, all these old, white, conservative christians are like a terribly scratched record, it’s all skip, screech, bumpity bump bump.

No, you did not 100 percent prove the birth certificate to be fake. You couldn’t get anywhere at all with that, even though you put years into your “investigation”. Well, I suppose focusing on such nonsense is better than Mr. Arpaio attempting to address current affairs.

The full story, with links and video is at RWW.

Jack’s Walk

We had an errand in Toronto today and it’s a long drive so we stopped at this beautiful building near the airport for a walk on the way home. I popped my head in to pick up a brochure and learned that this is the BAPS Shri Swaminarayan Mandir, a Hindu temple built in 2007 with 95,000 cu. ft. of hand carved marble. There are more than 24,000 blocks fitted together puzzle style with no steel hardware or reinforcement. It’s highly ornate and more than a little imposing, but the day was sunny and warm and we had a lovely wander around. It reached a balmy 6 degrees today and actually felt like spring. Tomorrow we’re back to our usual and much more mundane stomping grounds.

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Cy Twombly: Extravagant Synesthesia.

Cy Twombly, “Untitled (Gaeta)” (1989), acrylic and tempera on paper mounted on wooden panel, 80 × 58 5/8 inches, Private Collection, © Cy Twombly Foundation. Courtesy Gagosian.

Cy Twombly, “Untitled (Gaeta)” (1989), acrylic and tempera on paper mounted on wooden panel, 80 × 58 5/8 inches, Private Collection, © Cy Twombly Foundation. Courtesy Gagosian.

In her essay, “Cy was here: Cy’s up” (ArtForum, September 1994), Rosalind Krauss made this observation about Cy Twombly:

Twombly “misreads” Pollock’s mark as graffiti, as violent, as a type of antiform. And this misreading becomes the basis of all of Twombly’s work. Thus he cannot write “Virgil” on a painting and mean it straight. “Virgil” is there as something a bored or exasperated school-child would carve into a desktop, a form of sniggering, a type of retaliation against the teacher’s drone.

This reading of Twombly fits in with the commonplace critical narrative that the past is dead, and that it is only good for appropriation and ironic commentary but not much else. Krauss’s condescension towards Twombly is evident in her use of the descriptors, “bored or exasperated schoolchild.” In her neat hierarchical construction — a negative way of thinking that is recurrent in criticism and politics — Jackson Pollock resides at the top of the food chain while Twombly sits, at best, somewhere in the middle.

Krauss is not alone in her need to construct hierarchies. There are still lots of critics, curators, and artists content to ally themselves with established viewpoints as well as assert for the umpteenth time that painting and drawing are things that have been used up, that they are old threadbare coats that should been thrown out long ago. This is capitalist aesthetics in a nutshell — everything is disposable.

Cy Twombly: In Beauty It is Finished: Drawings 1951-2008 continues at Gagosian Gallery (522 West 21st Street, Chelsea, Manhattan) through April 25.

John Yau has an excellent look at Cy Twombly and his work, well worth reading.