12 January, 2007

Rwanda: A Killer's Homecoming

Last summer I delved into the Rwandan genocide by reading a couple books and watching a documentary. I began by reading We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed With Our Families which was followed by Shake Hands With the Devil. I then watched he documentary named after the latter which focused on the book's author, Romeo Dallaire.

Even though 2007 is still young, I've already dived back into Rwanda by watching a couple documentaries about the legacy of the genocide. The books and film above tended to look at the genocide itself and its immediate aftermath. But what has happened in Rwanda since then? How are the people now here in the 21st century?

Rwanda: A Killer's Homecoming is, as best I can tell, a production of the UK. I believe it was shot in 2003 and released the following year. And so we're talking a time frame of 9 years after the genocide ended. It is the story of Odette and Theophile Ntaganda. Theophile is a Hutu while Odette a Tutsi and they had a happy marriage, which also included two sons, Kofi and Sharif, prior to the genocide. But, after it began, Theophile eventually found himself in a situation which ended in him killing his mother-in-law, two sisters-in-law, and a niece. Odette, meanwhile managed to flee and survived. "I was meant to die but God protected me," she said. Tutsi rebels took control of the country and the genocide ended after nearly a million people were killed in only 100 days. As the country put itself back together, it jailed tens of thousands of Hutus who were accused of participating in the slaughter, Theophile among them. Nice years later in 2003, there were still 100,000 prisoners waiting for a trial. With such a massive backlog, a program was instituted whereby prisoners who admitted guilt and showed remorse underwent 6 weeks of "reeducation" and then released. It was through this program that Theophile was freed and allowed to return home.



As her husband sat in prison, Odette (above) started to rebuild her life with the help of Theophile's friend, John. The couple eventually fell in love and were married. The picture above doesn't really get this across but Odette comes across as having incredible inner strength. Scenes with her often portray her as just getting on with life as opposed to dwelling on the past. She is remarkably restrained when talking about Theophile. While she wishes that justice was exacted by his death, she remains pretty calm when speaking about him. Taking the interviews with her and removing the subtitles, you'd never guess the hell she lived through. Odette seems like a very normal parent trying to provide for & raise children and to be a good wife - some of the normal struggles of life. The problem is that Odette and Theophile were never officially divorced so, in essence, she is a bigamist. On top of this, because of Rwandan law, the husband gets custody of the children so, upon release Theophile sets out to reclaim his kids and start life anew.



Odette likes her life as it is and news of her husband's release casts a pall over her. She despises the man and thinks he deserves to be killed in return for his actions. While he claims the Hutu mobs forced him to kill his in-laws and niece, Odette has no sympathy for him. She knows that, since Theophile is a man and they are technically still husband and wife, she could lose her children and potentially face jail time. And so watching as Theophile is released from prison I tensed up in anticipation of a dramatic reuniting. The story was kind of a cross between Matagari and The Monkey's Paw. Theophile wasn't exactly a revenant in the traditional sense but his return would surely splinter a family and inflict further pain on people who have already suffered enough.

Theophile sets out on the road back to his village. Upon arrival, he seeks out and finds his father who greets him with a hug. Having made this first contact, Theophile then sets out to find his children. He eventually finds them.



That's him with his youngest son, Kofi. The look in the boy's eyes says it all. He doesn't quite seem to understand what's happening and is very uncomfortable. In an interview, Kofi talks about how his father killed his grandmother and he also says that John is his father now. Sadly he adds, "I feel I don't have peace." The boys barely remember their father but know him from stories. Odette tells him how he used to be a fancy dresser but she is also honest with them and, when they hear stories from neighbors about what their father did, she tells them that the stories are true. The boys do not trust their own father and want their family as it stands to remain instead of being broken up.

Theophile returns to the home he shared with Odette and finds it abandoned and in ruin. But he vows to fix it up and to make it a home once again.



To say that he has a long row to hoe is quite the understatement. Upon release, he was hopeful but reality soon sets in and Theophile realizes that his future is going to be immensely difficult. I was impressed with the way that the documentary portrayed him. He admits to the killings on camera and is shown in church as well as expressing regret over his actions. He is almost a sympathetic character. While Odette surely has every right to feel as she does, I sat there thinking that perhaps he was one of the wretches that could be saved. I cannot fathom what it must be like to one day see society collapse around you and a genocide begin. And so, when Theophile says that he is essentially a victim of circumstances, I believe him. While I'm not trying to pardon his acts of murder here, I must admit that I saw him not so much as a brutal killer but more as a pathetic figure. Theophile is someone who didn't rise up to the level of heroic martyr but rather suffered from being an average human being who committed horrible acts in order not to become just another number in the list of the moderate Hutus who were cut down during the genocide.



Once price Theophile would have to pay would be to stand before a village tribunal like the one above in which survivors got to confront those who prosecuted the genocide. We never get to see Theophile go before his community and answer for his actions. In addition to this omission, we see Theophile take Odette to court but no verdict is rendered. Instead, the proceedings are rescheduled.



As Theophile's attempts to reclaim his life fail, we witness John, above, go on a tirade. He dismisses Theophile's claims of being a victim of sorts himself and accuses him of being part of the militia that carried out the genocide.

The documentary ends with Theophile struggling to find work, a court case pending, and all optimism for a future slowly receding. Likewise, the fates of John, Odette, and their kids are left hanging. I'm ambivalent about this. On the one hand it is frustrating but on the other it is probably the situation in which of tens of thousands of Rwandans find themselves. The task of trying to reconcile must be enormously difficult. Even if men like Theophile are denied the custody of their children and driven to live far away from them, Rwanda still faces the burden of having to integrate these people into society. They need to work and must make a contribution to society. On the other side, genocide survivors are forced to have next-door neighbors who were or are murderers.

Nearly a decade had passed since the genocide when Rwanda: A Killer's Homecoming was shot. However, as Odette says, survivors can never forget. Perhaps this is the most important lesson to be drawn from the video, even though it is not explicit. I remember hearing of the genocide on the nightly news and I recall the footage of the refugee camps that arose in its wake. But, until last year, I barely gave the genocide a second thought. We in America have basically forgotten about it and we forgot about it long before 9/11. Of all the countries in the world who could have intervened, America could have done the most to stop the genocide. Rwanda: A Killer's Homecoming is a very focused and personal look at a family. It doesn't try to assign blame or chastise anyone. Memory is an important theme, though. Survivors cannot forget while the young cannot remember. But for me, as an American thousands of miles away, it also challenged my memory. It asked me to remember the genocide but to also not forget that the effects are not even close to being over.

Imports

I've recently had the opportunity to try out a couple imported products.



The first is some German shower gel that I purchased in Chicago at Merz Apothecary. This particular scent is Traumland or Dreamland. The top was interesting in that the purple band you see pops up like a draw bridge with the spout positioned at about 11 o'clock on the bottle. It smelled nice and cleaned the Teutonic parts of my body just as well as domestic shower gels. The only difference that I could tell was that this stuff foamed up just a smidgen less than its American counterparts. But maybe this is a hallucination on my part as I tended to use this stuff in the morning before I had the requisite amount of coffee.

A shower gel is a shower gel to me, but it was nice to cruise around Lincoln Square in Chicago. I think that the 4700 block of North Lincoln Ave. has more German shops, restaurants, and stores than all of Madison.



Next up is Coca Cola. For many years I've heard that the Coke in the American South was sweetened with cane sugar as opposed to the stuff with corn syrup that we Yankees get. Well, I spent some time in Louisiana about 3 years ago and could not find Coke with cane sugar. This story would have died had it not been for an article I read a week or two ago about the market for Coke from Mexico, which is sweetened with sugar. Apparently our country's growing Latino population enjoys the Coke from south of the border as a little taste of their homeland. The Coca Cola company frowns on the importation of the product but, since it is not a counterfeit product, shipments cannot be stopped at the border. Coke officials deny any flavor difference saying that the syrup is the same the world 'round and that the sweetener of choice doesn't impact taste.

My culinary curiosity was again piqued and I found a site on the Net that sells Mexican Coke sweetened with cane sugar. I pointed this out to The Dulcinea only to have her respond by saying that Woodman's carries the stuff. It took a few days before I actually purchased the bottle above and, in the intervening period was actually at a Mexican grocery store - Super Tienda Latina. But somehow the notion of checking out their soft drink aisle escaped me. So they may very well stock it there.

On a side note, I do want to say that I went to Super Tienda Latina on a Saturday when they had hot, fresh tamales. No wonder I forgot to look for the Coke. The tamales were fantastic! I wish they had been a bit hotter/spicier but were great nonetheless. I was reminded of my childhood when I got to eat fresh tamales fairly regularly. First there was my friend Lalo's mom, Mrs. Valdez. The Valdez family moved from Mexico to a home just a few houses down the street from mine. She was often found to be cooking up a storm when I went over to Lalo's house which would be filled with magnificent aromas. She'd often make her own tortillas and her tamales are the gold standard for me. I was also able to eat tamales down at Independence Park because there was a guy who had a push cart from which he sold them. He'd lift up the cover to the hot well and beneath all the steam was a mound of unassuming corn husks...

Anyway...So how does Coke with cane sugar taste? Personally, I prefer Coke over Pepsi. Coke has a nice nutty, bitter flavor while Pepsi is too syrupy sweet for me. I found the Coke from Mexico to be a tad less sweet than the domestic stuff. But I also found the flavor to have been muted. It tasted the same but there was just less of it and it didn't have as much of a bitter bite. While I missed it, I also found that I could drink more of it. I am not a big soda drinker and I usually can only drink half a can of domestic Coke. My palate just gets overwhelmed at some point and I have to stop quaffing. Part of this is due to the soda becoming warm, I'd imagine. As it warms, it loses its crispness and begins to taste syrupy like Pepsi. However, I found that the Coke sweetened with cane sugar mellowed as it got warmer but didn't edge towards that syrupy taste I dislike.

I suspect that Coke with cane sugar can be found at one of the numerous Mexican grocery stores around town but I haven't looked. I found my bottle at Woodman's East in the ethnic foods aisle.

11 January, 2007

Support the Expansion of Stem Cell Research



Today is supposedly D-Day for the DeGette-Castle bill in the House of Representatives. The bill, HR 3, will expand federal funding to stem cell lines previously denied such by our Ignoramus-in-Chief since 2001. To find contact info for your representative, head here. For my fellow Madisonians:

Rep. Tammy Baldwin

Washington DC Office
1022 Longworth House Office Building
Washington, DC 20515
Phone: (202) 225-2906
Fax: (202) 225-6942

Wisconsin Office
10 East Doty Street
Suite 405
Madison, WI 53703
Phone: (608) 258-9800
Fax: (608) 258-9808

And for anyone who's never had a civics lesson or is a bit rusty, here's how a bill becomes law:

Faith-Based Initiative at the Grand Canyon

According to Public Employees for Environmental Responsibility, Bush lackeys are injecting faith into the National Park Service. From PEER:

Grand Canyon National Park is not permitted to give an official estimate of the geologic age of its principal feature, due to pressure from Bush administration appointees. Despite promising a prompt review of its approval for a book claiming the Grand Canyon was created by Noah's flood rather than by geologic forces, more than three years later no review has ever been done and the book remains on sale at the park, according to documents released today by Public Employees for Environmental Responsibility (PEER).

“In order to avoid offending religious fundamentalists, our National Park Service is under orders to suspend its belief in geology,” stated PEER Executive Director Jeff Ruch. “It is disconcerting that the official position of a national park as to the geologic age of the Grand Canyon is ‘no comment.’”


David Prothero, writing for the Skeptic's Society notes that he has "been unable to confirm this report in my own enquiries among rangers and on the NPS website, but perhaps the order is still being considered at the NPS and has not yet been forced on the rangers."

If this thing gets in your craw, here are some folks to contact and to whom you can express your displeasure:

Ms. Mary Bomar, Director
National Park Service
1849 C Street NW
Washington, DC 20240
202-208-3818
Mary_Bomar@nps.gov

US Senate Committee on Energy and Natural Resources
354 Dirksen Senate Building
Washington, DC 20510
202-224-4971 (phone)
202-224-6163 (fax)

US Senate Subcommittee on National Parks
(a subcommittee of the above)
354 Dirksen Senate Building
Washington, DC 20510
202-224-4103 (phone)
202-224-4340 (fax)

08 January, 2007

"Selfless Consciousness Without Faith"

Sam Harris has a new essay up at the new Washington Post site, On Faith, called "Selfless Consciousness Without Faith".

Upcoming Beer Events

9 January. J.T.Whitney's Beer School. 6pm. $10/person includes all sampling for the session. http://www.jtwhitneys.com

18 January. Beer Class and Tasting. 6pm. Pale ales from around the world. Discuss nature of the style, examine similarities and differences in the samples. $15. Cocoliquot, Madison. Call Maduro 608.294.9371 to reserve. Class is limited to 16 people. Note that the tasting site is Cocoliquot, not Maduro.

05 January, 2007

LOST Returns Next Month

LOST returns from its hiatus next month on the 7th. ABC has been releasing a series of "LOST Moments" - 30 second clips from upcoming episodes. There are 8 so far:

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#8

While the clips don't give anything away, they do a good job of introducing the conflicts we'll be seeing. Plus Cindy the Stewardess returns! Probably the most interesting of the bunch features Charlie and Desmond. We enter the action in media res with the pair on the beach when Charlie calls Desmond, who is walking away from him, a coward. Desmond rushes Charlie and tackles him. He then says something like, "You don't understand what happened when I turned that key!" What we know is that Desmond turned the key to activate the Swan hatch's failsafe mechanism, woke up naked in jungle, and now has precognitive abilities. That and that all that's left of the Swan is a hole in the ground. Desmond's precognition is apparently not a newfound ability but rather rediscovered. I suspect that this part of the story will be fairly important because, of all the Losties, Des is the only one with a tangible connection to the outside world - Penelope.

I'm also looking forward to the Losties meeting up with Joey Eye-Patch. He seems creepy enough and will no doubt have some good tales to tell. And we'll be introduced to another character named after an 18th century philosopher - Edmund Burke. If all of this and learning about The Others just isn't enough, Hurley apparently will find a junked car on the island. Oh, and The Others have a submarine. Presumably next season someone will find the remains of a monorail.

Tori Spelling Does Lovecraft

Tori Spelling is starring in Cthulhu. The trailer is...is...well, watch it for yourself. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. This'll go straight to DVD.

What Have I Ever Done to Bill Lueders?

Dag gum! There's a story in the new Isthmus about how Capital Newspapers is planning on launching a new free weekly. Dane101 has the details. In the article, Bill Lueders says: "This 'Post' page is a compilation of mostly unimpressive blogs by area writers." I then realized that Fearful Symmetries is listed there.

OK, OK. Yeah, this blog is unimpressive. The folks at Post didn't approach me to contribute to the paper version. But why does Bill have to tell everyone? I gave his latest book a good review. What have I ever done to him?

04 January, 2007

Stimulating Your Angular Gyrus

UW Journalism prof Deborah Plum recently had an op-ed piece in the New York Times called "Ghosts in the Machine". She talks about an article in the journal Nature in which scientists who stimulated a patient's angular gyrus were able to induce feelings of being haunted. Perhaps, they concluded, this is the kind of thing that happens in the brain of folks who sense the presence of ghosts and other such supernatural bullshit. Plum contrasts this with our natural tendency to eschew the rational in favor of the goofy when confronted with the inexplicable.

Brains are so fascinating.

03 January, 2007

A New Year for New Glarus Brewing



Looking at the drawing of the New Glarus Brewing Company's expansion, I had a flashback to my childhood as I spent much of it in a German drinking hall or Trinkhalle. Well, a replica of one, anyway. You see, the house I grew up in was built in the 1920s by a German immigrant who did well for himself. He built a nice home on Chicago's north side and made the basement into a 19th century drinking hall. There was cobblestone painted onto the walls and the wood of the bar was stained a deep brown. Tables were scattered about and the doors, painted to look like they were made of sturdy oak planks, had rings dangling from them instead of doorknobs. On one wall was a cubbyhole enclosed by windows behind which stood a painted triptych of an old German village. The basement made for a suitably eerie place in which to play hide-and-go-seek and probably influenced me in ways the builder could have scarcely guessed at. Modeled after an old European village, the New Glarus expansion will no doubt make for a wonderful spot for me to emulate my German ancestors.

In addition to making a great environment for drinking, the facility will also allow the brewery to increase production. It should be noted that this increase does not mean that New Glarus will once again distribute their beer to our southerly neighbors in Illinois. For a look at why this is, check out "Bye-Bye Bell's" from the Chicago Reader. While the focus is on Bell's Brewery ceasing distribution in Illinois, New Glarus is also mentioned. The state's beer distribution laws are forcing the hand of some microbreweries who are choosing to stop distributing there. This leaves our beer drinking brethren with less tasty choices. But it also means that we Wisconssonians will get to enjoy the fruits of Dan Carey's labors all the more. And more there shall be.

The Careys have given us a tantalizing look ahead into the beer future of this still nascent year by posting a schedule of the brewery's releases for 2007.



Notice several new seasonal brews on tap as well as the reintroduction of an old flame. Things get going next month with the introduction of a new seasonal, Abbey Ale, and is followed by the return of Hometown Blonde, a pilsner. Bavarian Weiss is due in July to help cool down during the dog days of summer. And, to round out the year, Carey will release an organic pale ale.

But wait – there's more!

Notice the little brown bars at the bottom. That means there will be three new entries in the limited Unplugged series. And we won't have to wait long for the first one. Next month those bottles with the red foil wrapper will start appearing in coolers and be filled with Belgian Quad, a heavyweight Trappist-style ale. Get your snifters ready for this one. Sing praises to the distant sister Sun on the summer solstice with Bourbon Barrel Bock and enjoy Thanksgiving with Carey's Rauch Beer.

Until the expansion is complete and the new brews hit a shelf or tap near you, enjoy the current seasonal, Coffee Stout. It's made with organic coffee from the Just Coffee Cooperative right here in Madison. Ah, the Coffee Stout brings back memories of spending Easter 10 or 11 years ago at The Paradise Lounge…

02 January, 2007

UW Prof Talks Anti-Evolutionism

UW professor Ronald Numbers is interview at Salon today about the anti-evolution movement.

01 January, 2007

Headlong into 2007

With the first day of 2007 upon us, I wanted to note some things to which we can look forward to in this new year. And so, in no particular order…

The Intellectual Devotional. The Dulcinea gave it to me for Xmas. Christians have their devotionals of prayers and pithy Biblical phrases and now we non-religious folks have our own devotional. One tender nugget of knowledge a day for 365 days from one of seven areas: history, literature, philosophy, mathematics and science, religion, fine arts, and music.

Construction. Section 3 of the East Wash reconstruction project will be this year. This is from 3rd Street to Highway 30. There will also be tons of construction on campus: the new Ogg Hall (which will still suck like the old one), the addition to Grainger Hall, the new University Square, an expansion and remodeling of the Mechanical Engineering Building, a new Microbial Sciences Building, and the Interdisciplinary Research Center near UW Hospital and Clinics. Also, look for fundraising to continue for the expansion of the Chazen and designs for the Wisconsin Institutes for Discovery to be made public. Plus, of course, there will be more condos.

More Indian restaurants.

Sundance 608. Robert Redford is blessing Madison with the first Sundance Cinema. The net addition of 4 art house screens will be a boon for cinephiles like myself.

The third season of the new Doctor Who. David Tennant returns for his second year as the coolest Timelord since cryogenics. We can also look forward to another season of Torchwood, the Doctor Who spin-off.

More books taking on religion. Christopher Hitchens is entering the fray with God Is Not Great: Why Religion Poisons Everything. Steven Pinker will bring us The Stuff of Thought: Human Ideas and Where They Come From and, though it doesn't seem to be a strict attack on religion, I'm sure it will take no quarter when it comes to faith.

My roommates are getting married!

After a 12-week hiatus, LOST continues its 3rd season.

On the music side of things, there will be new albums by Porcupine Tree and Son Volt. Plus the reunited 3-man version of Genesis will again tour.

Cinema shows. Each year brings some much-anticipated films for me, as you can see from the sidebar. The ones I can't wait for? Rescue Dawn by Werner Herzog, Tideland by Terry Gilliam, and Inland Empire by David Lynch.

The Blue Man Group's "How To Be a Megastar" rock show will be coming to Madison.

Gaming. I started gaming on alternate Tuesdays this year but hope to get back into a regular RPG soon. I might just have to start a Call of Cthulhu campaign and make some investigator go insane.

New Glarus beer. The expansion of the brewery is slated to be finished in the autumn and that means a funky Old World-looking facility for quaffing.

I got a new mortar & pestle for Xmas so I shall have to concoct something tasty that requires things to be mashed up good.

A new TV. My old 52" rear projection screen TV died a little over a week ago and the TV fix-it guy quoted me $435 to install a new sweep module. It's just not worth trying to keep an old piece of electronics going. Best to be rid of it and start anew. To that end, Stevie and I are contemplating going in on a new big screen tele. But we're going to wait until after the Super Bowl when TV prices supposedly go down.

Visit my father's grave. His ashes are buried in Iowa so I think a spring trip is in order. There's a headstone now so it'll be all fancy.

Sex and more erotic writing.

Cooking medieval Polish food.

Con of the North.

Kith and kin.

30 December, 2006

"Banned" Cartoons 10: "Scrub Me Mama With a Boogie Beat"

"Scrub Me Mama with a Boogie Beat" is a short from Universal Pictures that was released on 28 March 1941. It is also the name of a hit song from the previous year written by Don Raye. According to Wikipedia, the song is a "bawdy, jazzy tune, the song describes a laundry woman from Harlem, New York whose technique is so unusual that people come from all around just to watch her scrub". The cartoon takes this idea and transposes it onto the American South.



The racial stereotypes are evident right away from the titles with the image of the mammy. The story begins with a scrolling panorama of a Southern town on the Mississippi River. We see our washing woman and signs proclaiming it to be Lazytown.





Life is slow in Lazytown as evidenced by the caricatured residents who are either slumbering or taking their sweet time picking the cotton.



Then a riverboat docks with the captain yelling that they'll be stopping for a lunch break.



Aboard is a curvaceous, well-dressed woman.



She turns all the men's heads as she approaches the woman washing clothes and tells her, "That ain't no way to wash clothes. What you all need is rhythm." The city-slicker proceeds to show her how it's done in Harlem.





The singing and dancing at the washboard gets all of the black-faced stereotypes of Lazytown singing and dancing.











At the end, the woman boards the riverboat again and his on her way with the whole town waving her goodbye.



"Scrub Me Mama with a Boogie Beat" is such a great song that it's hard not to tap your feet and enjoy the lively song & dance here despite the stereotypes. It is interesting to note here that the song was strictly about a woman from Harlem yet the cartoon's creators decided to shift the scene to the South. The Southern characters here are portrayed in caricatured black face while the woman from Harlem looks normal. She doesn't have big, exaggerated lips and note also that her skin is lighter than that of the Southerners; she has a nice shapely figure whereas everyone else is either bone-thin or obese. This is an example of what Wikipedia calls the "exotic sex symbol" stereotype which we saw in "Goldilocks and the Jivin' Bears". And so the cartoon deals with a lot of stereotypical dichotomies: black vs. white, North vs. South, and urban vs. rural.

I cannot find anything to indicate why the makers of the short decided to shift the scene south instead of having it take place in Harlem. Did they look down upon Southerners? Or rural folk? Regarding race, Walter Lantz, who directed "Scrub Me Mama With a Boogie Beat", was quoted as saying, "The first thing that happened was the elimination of all my films that contained Negro characters; there were eight such pictures. But we never offended or degraded the colored race and they were all top musical cartoons, too." I think that these are the first words I've found by a creator of the cartoons I've looked at here that actually addresses how these people viewed their work. If we take Lantz at his word that his intentions were not meant to be hurtful, it doesn't change the fact that his portrayals of blacks fed into a miasma of harmful stereotypes. That this is so was underscored by Spike Lee in his movie Bamboozled which featured footage from "Scrub Me Mama With a Boogie Beat".

Even if Lantz was not out to offend, it is difficult to understand how someone with motives to entertain could not see that there just might be something wrong with portraying an entire town as being lazy, having huge lips, and loving watermelon. But I guess this speaks to the time. That he wasn't out to offend doesn't mean that Lantz and others at the time didn't hold essentially hurtful views. As I watch more of these cartoons with stereotypes of blacks, I wonder just how far our popular entertainment has come. Have the stereotypes here been put away only to be replaced by new ones? Hip-hop gang bangers and single mothers on welfare are pretty prevalent. In her article about the lack of recognition given to black actresses called "Invisible Women", Stephanie Zacharek makes a distinction between cultural conditioning and racism. Perhaps this is helpful when looking at these cartoons. One can surely be taught to think of blacks in stereotypical ways without actually holding any malice towards them. Presumably many, if not most, audience members in 1941 viewed "Scrub Me Mama With a Boogie Beat" as exactly what Lentz said it was – a musical – and not a comment on blacks generally. They were conditioned to ignore the harmful stereotypes. Likewise, the TV shows and films of today whose only black characters have baggy pants and large gold chains could be the product of conditioning and not racism itself, though the former surely aids the latter. Popular entertainment may have discarded the minstrel show but it retains the use of stereotypes and still has a long row to hoe when it comes to its part in "conditioning" people's notions of race.



"Herr Meets Hare"
"What's Cookin' Doc?"
"Goldilocks and the Jivin' Bears"
"All This and Rabbit Stew"
"Sunday Go to Meetin’ Time"
"Uncle Tom's Bungalow"
"Frigid Hare"
"Bugs Bunny Nips the Nips"
"Africa Squeaks"

29 December, 2006

Screeds from Sam Harris

Sam Harris has a couple new articles up:

"10 myths -- and 10 truths -- about atheism"
"God’s Enemies Are More Honest Than His Friends"

The History of Role-Playing Games

Dungeons & Dragons was created by Cheeseheads back in the 1970s and thusly were role-playing games born. You can learn all about the genesis of this obsession of dorks everywhere in March at a lecture to be held at the Wisconsin Historical Society.

Role-Playing Games
Lory Aitken of Pegasus Games will discuss how the role-playing gaming genre got its start in Wisconsin in the 1970s with the creation of Dungeons & Dragons, then will lead the audience in a role-playing scenario.

Date: 3/24/2007
Event Times: 1-3:30pm


My friend Don in Chicago is threatening to come up for the event and has expressed his desire to play a half-elf. So come join us for a little history and lots of spring bock afterwards.

New Dark Ages - Felonious Bosch

Somewhere in this country there's a group of SCA members drinking mead and listening to New Dark Ages, the first full-length effort by Felonious Bosch. FB take Eastern European and Celtic folk music and then combine them with some rock'n'roll yet somehow make it all sound like something from The Middle Ages. Co-founded by Drew Miller of Boiled in Lead fame, the band are stablemates with Madison's own Reptile Palace Orchestra on the Omnium label out of the Twin Cities.

"Opium" begins the spirited set on a rather raucous note and the surprising inclusion of an electric guitar with wah-wah pedal. The traditional "Drunken Brawl" is given new life with lyrics by singer Katy Thomasberg and features one of the catchiest flute melodies ever committed to aluminum. Midway through the album, things take a turn towards the ethereal with a cover of Black Sabbath's "Behind the Wall of Sleep". The arrangement here is based on that of Rondellus, a group that does nothing but cover Sabbath tunes as if they were medieval monks.

Another traditional piece, "Valle", is a highlight of the album's second half. It's an Albanian song with a wonderfully simple melody. The genius here is in the arrangement. The melody is first played on guitar and then followed by a chorus of spectral voices singing it. Even the bass gets a turn to step to the fore here. The use of voice and the varied instrumentation really takes an ostensibly simple song and transforms it into something much grander. The song that I find myself listening to repeatedly is "Sunshine". Thomasberg's soaring vocals atop flute and fiddle entwined makes for a wonderful ride. While nothing on this album really jams in the way that we usually think of with that word, the instrumental section that closes "Sunshine" comes closest. Drew Miller's bass chugs underneath sounding like a 14th century Chris Squire giving the music some muscle.

One of my top 2 albums of 2006. Granted, I've only heard two albums from this year, but still...


23 December, 2006

Hot Toddies

I've recently started writing a couple columns up at Dane101.com: Memo From the (Other) Beer Desk and Liquor Locker Letters. Neither of the names is mine, for the record. I want to reprint my first LLL entry as it's quite appropriate for the season.

At some point this balmy weather shall turn to winter and it will actually be cold & snowy outside. It can't be long before the streets are bathed in snow. And when that happens, you will want to be prepared with a heady drink to fend off the chill. To that end, I am going to present a couple hot drinks to shelter you through this season and perhaps also make strained family gatherings a bit more palatable.

Glögg (pronounced "gloog") is mulled wine or wine heated with spices. The drink is native to Scandinavia and to their neighbors across the North Sea, the Danes, as well as to the folks a bit west across the Atlantic Ocean in Iceland. Recipes vary but here is a basic one that is leftover from my New Year's party of 2005:

Ingredients:
3 1/2 cups red wine
1 3/4 cups port
1 cup sugar
Peel from 2 oranges
2 cinnamon sticks
10 cardamom pods
10 cloves
1 cup aquavit
8 tablespoons raisins
8 tablespoons chopped almonds

Warm wine and port with sugar in a pot over medium heat. Put orange peel and spices in a cheesecloth bag and tie off. Add to wine. Simmer 20 minutes. Add aquavit and simmer 5 minutes longer. Remove spices. Place 1 tablespoon each of raisins and almonds in mugs and add hot wine.

Aquavit or akavit ("water of life") is a clear distilled liquor that's flavored. In the case of the Aalborg akavit from last year's party, it was flavored with caraway, although you can also find varieties with anise, citrus, etc. Vodka is a frequent substitute and, with this being Wisconsin, brandy is also used commonly.

In Finland the drink is known as Glögi and I approached a friend of mine whose parents are from there for a Finnish take on the elixir. His father said that Finns often add juniper berries to the steeping process and I would imagine that 10-12 of them would do the trick for the above recipe. He also said that the addition of cranberries or cloudberries adds a regional touch. Methinks a trip to Douglas County (the heart of Finnish Wisconsin) is in order for further Glögi research.

Glögg or Glögi or Gløgg or however you want to spell it is a tasty way to keep warm and, with all that red wine, is surely an excellent source of flavonoids.

The next drink to aid you in keeping warm this winter comes from Hungary. Not only is the drink native to that country, but the recipe comes from another friend's cousin who lives there.

The drink is called Mézes Ágyas Pálinka which translates to "Concubine palinka with honey". Palinka is Hungarian brandy that is made from plums, apples, pears, apricots, or cherries. The recipe I was given contains a metric measurement which I've (roughly) converted as well as a couple ingredients that lack any indication of just how much to use. I've not yet made this drink so some experimentation is in order.

Ingredients:
1 liter fruit brandy (palinka)
20-30 dkg honey
dried fruit (raisin, peach, prune, etc.)
clove
cinnamon

The honey is in dekagrams above. 20-30 dkg comes out to a range of roughly 7-9 ounces. (N.B. - these are ounces of weight, not fluid ounces.)

To prepare:
Put the honey in a large bottle and then place bottle in a water-filled pot. Heat the water until it's boiling, and the honey becomes fluid. Stop heating!

Pour the palinka slowly into the bottle. Then add the dried fruit, clove, and cinnamon.

Let it grow cold, and then let it relax for 3-7 days. During this period you can shake it sometimes.

Stir well while heating and serve.

When summer comes back around, you can also drink it cold, but, I am told, not ice-cold! Shake well before serving.

In addition to keeping up with area brew news and tasting & reviewing beer, I've also got a couple other ideas in mind for articles and one involves bracket. The problem is that I can't fucking find any in this town! I went into Steve's Liquor on University yesterday after work and, after not seeing any, asked if there was some to be had. I got a blank look and was asked, "What's that?" I was hoping to find some from White Winter Winery up north but would have settled for any brand. So I was really shit out of luck. This only exacerbated the situation as I was told by the folks at Star Liquor on Willy Street that they had no plans to carry any of the brackets from the Viking Brewing Company, again up north. I've never had the Viking stuff but am keen on trying it. And White Winter's traditional oak bracket is da bomb! I really don't want to have to drive up to Iron River but needs must when the devil drives.

Old Friends

Last Friday, I met The Dulcinea and her kids at the Barnes & Noble on the west side right after work. We needed to blow some time before heading to the cinema to see Eragon. I'd given Des, her oldest, a copy of the book for his birthday last month and promised to take him to see the film. I found it mediocre but we went for Des. He too had reservations about it and I was proud when he launched into a tirade on why the book was better. Couple this with the fact that he started playing Dungeons & Dragons this year and it is obvious that he's going to be a full-fledged nerd when he is older. While we were at the bookstore, I noticed a book - Baseball in Eau Claire. While this is in itself interesting as I lived near Eau Claire for about 3 years, what was more interesting was the author, Jason Christopherson. I went to high school with a Jason Christopherson who was really into baseball. The author blurb said he lived near Eau Claire and had a wife named Shelley. The Jason I knew had a girlfriend in high school named Shelley. It just had to be him.

The next night The Dulcinea and I had dinner with our friend Miss Pamela, her daughter Neko, hubby, and her brother Bill who recently moved here to Madison. I've known Pam and Bill since 1987 or so when we were in high school. Neko got her stylin' shoes which I bought in Chicago last month. They were so cute with these big strawberries on them. At 6 months, Neko probably couldn't give a hoot but I was proud of my baby shoes selection ability. It had been several years since I'd seen Bill and it was nice to see him again. If anyone here in town is looking for a drummer, he is looking for a gig. Our time together was brief but fun.

This small stretch of encountering high school classmates and their books was rather neat. When I got home, I found a Christmas card from yet another former classmate. Last I'd heard, he was in New Jersey but he now lives in Illinois. My friend was still married to his high school sweetheart, whom I knew, and they have 2 kids. Their son looks almost exactly like my friend. How time flies.

Sunday was Miss Regan's third birthday so I went out to lunch with her and her parents before going to see Happy Feet. It was Regan's first cinema adventure! We took the row of four seats in the middle of the theater. Regan sat down but didn't weigh enough so the seat flopped back up squishing her against the back. It was really funny. Then she began to see her grandmother everywhere. Every middle aged woman she saw prompted "Grandma Nori!" One after another. I think Regan was able to watch about 10 minutes of the film before she started to get antsy and wander around. She ended up roaming the aisle a bit before returning to sit on one of our laps. For my part, I don't know if I've ever been so cold in a theater. Mel kept her coat on while I just wrapped my arms around myself. I also don't know that I've ever seen such a blatant political message in an ostensibly children's film.

Last night I was watching some TV when a car pulled into our driveway. None of us were expecting anyone so I was surprised when Pete barreled in the door drunk. That is, I was surprised to see Pete but not that he was full of holiday cheer. It had been too long since I'd seen him and even longer since he'd passed out on the couch. Just like old times.

Tonight I'll be dining with The Dulcinea and my roomies. Sunday and Monday I'll be in Chicago with family. Upon my return, I'll have a new episode of Torchwood and the Doctor Who Christmas special for the watching. Where did 2006 go?