Monday, April 27, 2009

No Music For Americans

So it seems Polish pianist Krystian Zimerman will no longer play in the USA. In the LA Times blog Culture Monster, it is reported right before his final song at Disney Hall, he announced this would be his last performance in America.

"Before playing the final work on his recital, Karol Szymanowski’s "Variations on a Polish Folk Theme," Zimerman sat silently at the piano for a moment, almost began to play, but then turned to the audience. In a quiet but angry voice that did not project well, he indicated that he could no longer play in a country whose military wants to control the whole world.

“Get your hands off of my country,” he said. He also made reference to the U.S. military detention camp in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.

About 30 or 40 people in the audience walked out, some shouting obscenities. “Yes,” he answered, “some people when they hear the word military start marching.”

Others remained but booed or yelled for him to shut up and play the piano. But many more cheered. Zimerman responded by saying that America has far finer things to export than the military, and he thanked those who support democracy."

Zimerman can say these things because we have the Freedom of Speech. He can protest during a performance, finish his concert, get back in his truck with his piano parts and depart on his own of his own free will. And by the way, those people who walked out? They were exercising their right to dissent from his opinion. In other words, freedom of speech works both ways.

But where he is wrong is to say the military wants to take over the world. The military goes where our elected officials send them, who are put there by voters. Furthermore, our public policy is a reflection of our own values. It's carried out after a lot of debate by those we put into office. It's not an perfect system, and often there isn't nearly the debate that should take place. But to single out the military, as Zimerman and his supporters have done, marginalizes these men and women.

They carry out their job, whether or not they personally agree with the motives. They face stereotyping by the liberal elites, and glorifying by others who use them for political gain, only to vote against benefits later on. If they come back injured, later they face obstacles which are compounded by politicians who can easily make cutbacks in their lifetime health benefits. So Zimerman's attack on the military is, I think, a bit myopic.

The pianist is going to be working from a very short list of countries who don't have a military presence, or who haven't pledged financial support. Pretty soon, he'll be playing in his own studio.

We're willing to listen to his protest during his paid performance. But if he disagrees with Poland's decision to let our military use their air base and be a part of the war on global terror, then perhaps he needs to get to work on his home turf. And frankly --if he were so upset, why come all the way over here, play, get paid in one of the most expensive venues in the US, and make your case and leave? One might say, why come at all? Or why not stay and articulate your views better in a setting conducive to discussion? But to bark at an audience, then pack up your piano without it is missing the whole point of partaking in a free society.

One thing for sure, one cannot respond mutely to terrorism, which can only be solved by the world coming together to work on economics, justice, and lifelong opportunities.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

In A Time Of War: The Relevance Of The Reader

I watched the movie The Reader and found so many points relevant to our times. Kate Winslet plays the emotionally blocked and utterly pragmatic Hannah Schmitz, who applied for a job at Siemens during the war. There weren't any jobs and she was hired to be a guard at a Auschwitz. She does her job to the extent that after the war she and her co-workers are tried for war crimes. There's more to it than I'll give away, but let's just say there were points here that were food for thought.

The relevant points are made by the law professor, Rohl, who tells his law students that the trial is a distraction. To punish the guards for their actions is to let the population at large walk away from their own role in what happened. Professor Rohl points out that in essence, society is governed not by laws, but by events. Hannah Schmitz serves as the fall guy for the other guards, the guards themselves are serving as the same for the general populace, absolving a community from having to answer the question: how did this happen? What can we learn from it? How will we proceed in the future?

Anyway, right after I saw the movie, a blogger I marginally know wrote on Facebook that he thought everyone --the CIA and the Military, should be tried for war crimes. It's a tangle, as someone wrote back they would have a difficult time proving mens rea, or as he explained it, the liability during a time of war.

I know there are a lot of people who feel that there should be sweeping interrogations and prosecutions for the torture used at Guantanamo. There are also daily updates in the number of incidences of water boarding. However, I think the rush to prosecute means that these same people never have to think about the bigger picture and delve deeply into what their own liberty means, and what their own role in it might be as part of a populace who (by definition of democracy) have a say in how we operate as a civilization. Have they thought about the true cost of their own ability to go to the market and return unscathed? That they might be safe because someone dedicated to their safety has been willing to engage in all facets of war? That part of the cost might be the spiritual innocence of a soldier and also of his or her family? I know. You say, "don't torture on my behalf," --but have you not seen what acts of violence have been inflicted on innocent people around the world? And while I don't use this as justification, should we at least give up our serenity for just a moment to think about it?

While we have been quite safe here in the US, attacks have taken place in Madrid, London, Indonesia, Pakistan, Holland, Iraq, Afghanistan and Mumbai. The losses in some of these countries are staggering, and they started before 9/11. No matter how lucky we are, we cannot respond to the problems of the world like a mute island.

Issues and events such as this aren't meant to provide easy answers. Life isn't one nice lounge in a rocking chair. Things are meant to be pondered, debated, internalized and talked about time and again, reaching some apex of reason. Or as Professor Rohl said in the movie:
"If people like you don't learn from what happened to people like me, then what the hell is the point of anything?"

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

A Bold Dash Of Color: Isaac Mizrahi For Liz Claiborne


Okay, Milspouses!
Listen up. I love fashion. And I think you work really hard. So, kick back and go over to my fashion blog. It's Isaac. He's fun, whimsical, and the shot of energy we all need!

The Literary Fashionista: A Bold Dash Of Color: Isaac Mizrahi For Liz Claiborne

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

When A Puffy Old Broad Gets A Movie Star Gown To Go To A Military Ball

Went out last night to get a new cable for my digital camera. Was told they don't sell them --that I probably will have to find a camera shop or go onto the internet! Anyway, loads of photos of Savannah in there, and I'll get this situation worked out as soon as possible.

It wasn't lost on me that while shopping for a gown for the Ball in Savannh that I was competing with 16, 17, and 18 year old girls who were looking for prom dresses. And so I went through the dreck on the racks --the tacky gowns made of stretchy fabric, or really cheap rayon. But fortunately, those are in sizes 2, 4, 6 --none of which I am!

So adventuring into the netherworld of the larger sizes --that land of comfort and practicality, I found the gown for the ball in Savannah at the Nordstrom Rack. Let me tell you, trying on formal wear in a tiny dressing room is exhausting. The contortions one has to go through are worse than a yoga workout. Really, at one point I thought what was the point in flying back 3,000 miles to be the adornment on hubby's arm, when said hubby would be just as happy solo and knocking back drinks with some of the other "temporary bachelor's" in attendance?

Anyway, it's red and I went ahead and bought some Stuart Weitzman shoes and Givenchy accessories to go with it all right there. I can't be bothered to run around town for stuff like this. I mean, what do people think I am? A woman of leisure? A teen? Anyway, it was the only red gown in the whole lot. Most were brown, dark purple, black, or grey. I'm not sure why one would want to wear one of those colors in the spring --after all, it's a ball not a funeral. And I'm a woman, not a mere lump, which I would look like one of those frumpy unhappy middle aged women (the minor characters) out of an Edith Wharton novel if I wore one of those. So red gown it is!

Anyway, I thought I'd seen this gown before so I googled "red gown at the oscars" and up it came. Wow. I have Katherine Heigl's dress that she wore to the Oscars. But I'm sure this one is several sizes larger. Anyway, the dress fits fine as long as I don't eat the next two weeks and don't sit for the duration of the ball!

Not me. Not even close. But I have the gown.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Savannah Man Cave and One Puffy Broad

The Mercer Williams House

The trips east have begun. Spring is here, and the flights to both Atlanta and Savannah were full. My daughter proclaimed that our dig here in Savannah mainly lived in by hubby is too much a man cave. And so, we went to Wal Mart to buy all the trapping of civilization deemed not necessary by the aforementioned man cave dweller aka the faux ascetic. A microwave, a 12' skillet, a front door mat, a paper towel holder, Bounce sheets for the laundry, and other assorted what not. I'm sure when he gets home he will think the man cave cluttered. No doubt when we leave behind extra toilet paper, soap, and seat cushions he will probably be glad we went shopping. But believe me, if I could find a taxidermy for the man cave, I'd probably get it for him! But we'll be back. This is, after all, more like home than home is right now. I like the people, the history, culture and I love the food.


Anyway, we went to the base today and met the people he works with. I was not at my best. I have a cold, and the rental car broke down on the way there. Enterprise was great, but it did suck out an extra hour of my day. It was my first time meeting anyone. One little brat of a tech said, "Oh, you look nothing like your picture." Mind you, the glossy was taken in my salad days. But then she had to add insult and say, "You look so puffy." I felt like saying, "Look girly girl, you get to 49 and try not having a puffy day or two after traveling east, having a cold and generally being disoriented." Geesh! From what I could tell, she's a civilian employee. And as far as I'm concerned, a 49 year old broad outranks a sapling on principal alone!

Savannah is a fabulous place to walk. Especially at night. The squares --each with their own monument and towering trees have an aura
of history and a million stories. Last night we were across from the Mercer Williams home. A hearse drove by --no doubt on its way to the Bonaventure cemetery for a ghost tour, and so my son did what he perceived as the right thing. He looked at them and let out a ghostly scream and scared them all. This was free, but I'm not sure the paying tourists understood how privileged they were to get a real scream in!

Anyway, I'll never arrive at midnight again. Too exhausting. But then again, what better way to enter the garden of good and evil.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

A Flight To Normal

Home away from home: Savannah
We're leaving this week to see hubby in our other digs across the country. We haven't seen him for awhile and so we'll go through the inevitable period of adjustment. Excitement, expectation, a feeling we have to do everything when in fact, we know we can't. And of course --the let down when we know we have to get back on the plane and come home. I used to read about movie stars who were bi-coastal. It sounded so glamorous. But what it is is a lot of flying and jet lag.

Life without him is different. I can leave my shoes wherever I want, the dog sleeps next to me on the bed, my kids seem to whine less and help more. But there are real downsides to this as well. Like having to make dinner for two teens who really --well, if life could be tacos and pizza they'd gladly settle for that. Or a million little household chores. I hired a gardener after months of just letting it go --feeling horrible for not doing the work and realizing I needed help. Doing all the errands myself. And then there are the times when one just wants to not do a thing, but then... every minute is busy.

The only thing that has made this bearable is editing out what really doesn't need to be done. Getting rid of the non-essentials has been crucial to keeping my sanity. It's also helped me regain the perspective that while my situation might be difficult, other people I'm meeting have a much harder time with a variety of issues: financial, single parenting, divorce, underemployment, unemployment, health. And these are people not even affiliated with the military. So it does gives me the appreciation of what I do have, and frankly --I'm doing okay. And if I have to fly back and forth --hey, Savannah is pretty darn terrific and there are some wonderful homes that don't cost an arm and a leg.

So I'm looking forward to sitting back and letting him take over the teens, maybe make ME a meal for a change.