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[Nov. 11th, 2006|09:37 am] |
Yesterday was a very folksy day. First I went to a seminar about Folkstreams.net (see below), which was awesome, made me want to watch all of their movies, and gave me a good idea of how this particular project balances archival practices with access efforts. Then walking back from lunch I get stopped by one of the krishnas who gave me a pamphlet, and I wanted to ask him if he knew the Chicago krishna kid who I met over the summer and then RANDOMLY saw with the krishnas on Franklin Street on Halloween, but I didn't. Then there was this intense Native American dance performance thing happening in front of Wilson, and I hung around and watched it for a little bit. Strange.
Folkstreams.net is one of Paul Jones' (ibiblio.org) projects that archives and makes available rare documentaries on American folk life. From their website you can watch any of the movies in MPEG-4 or surestream (for slower connections). I know you're all wondering... "Well Jessica, this sounds nice but WHICH movie is the CREEPIEST?" Well, apparently it is Possom Trot, a film about a creepy guy, Calvin Black, who lived in the middle of the desert with his wife and carved these life-size dolls, their faces out of redwood, and dressed them, named them, gave them intricate personalities, and put on shows with them in the "Birdcage Theater." He also has them perched and posed all around his strange ghost-town home, often with them making windmill-powered automated movements, like waving and bike-peddling. It is satisfyingly creepy, I especially recommend this for you, vandal j collins.
(Calvin Black)
Last night I was driving over to Hell to get my debit card, which I had left there the night before (I am a master of this practice), and I was thinking, man, I wish I had a friend that lived close that I could just pick up and bring with me on ventures like this, to alleviate some of the annoyance of it, and then at a stop light I saw my friend Jared just kind of standing there aimlessly, so I yelled at him to get in my car and he came with. Pretty weird. I think Jared and I are going to be characters in our friend Grant's comic? It's because we rule.
At my work, I learn about things like crypto-anarchism. Seriously go look at that shit. What a strange world. AND yesterday at work, the sweet little archivist comes in, and she is wearing this big button with a stencil of Frank Porter Graham's face (former unc president), that says "Frank Porter Graham has a posse." WTF? I want one really bad. Why are archivists so cool? I feel like alot of the time I am just walking around, kind of half-shocked at these things. Oh, GUESS WHAT, this reminds me of an Elizabeth Bishop poem, "Keaton:"
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I was made at right angles to the world
and I see it so. I can only see it so.
I do not find all this absurdity people talk about.
Perhaps a paradise, a serious paradise where lovers hold hands
and everything works.
I am not sentimental.
It has occurred to me that this has probably been one of my best, and hardest years. Funny how that works.
Sometimes I wish I had like a blog-blog, as in not a livejournal, cause it seems like all the cool hip information science kids have blog-blogs and not livejournals, like livejournals are kind of oldschool. I saw Dana Boyd (Berkely PhD, "high priestess of internet friendship"), speak not too long ago and she made a comment about how livejournalers do not consider themselves bloggers, even though that's what it is, because it was basically around (or at least popular) before "blogging," as such, got big. What am I talking about? I don't know, I just think its funny that they're kind of considered two different things, when really they're not.
I'm going to Greensboro tomorrow, yipeeeeeeee. Sundays are pretty much always really nice days. |
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