| July 29, 2007 | Shows | Recipe Calendar | Archives |
The August Mix includes "Rasslin Jacob" by the Dixie Hummingbirds who will be at the Bangor Folk Festival in August. Wrestling with the angel before the break of day is one of those few religious memes I like (others include grace and the mystical body). We recently finished watching the 5th season of Northern Exposure made in 1993. The first cellphone makes an appearance that year although we know it could not have worked in the wilds of Alaska anymore than it worked in Maine at that time.
In one of the episodes Ed, the young Indian shaman & film student, is called in to heal the tennis elbow of a wheel chair athlete. In a dream that leaves him exhausted he wrestles her Demon of External Validation while simultaneously fighing off his own Demon of Low Self-Esteem. Being healed, the athlete decides to compete against her own personal best rather than trying to win the event. That show was so ahead of its time.
Also on the mix is another Cadillac trilogy, the last one, really; Marc Broussard out of Carencro, La,
Madelyn's Bones referring to Madalyn Murray O'Hair, and Jazz in the BookStore ("Some faint elegance is heard/Now was that Ellington or Bird?").
Interrupted what I was reading to read The Culture Code by Clotaire Rapaille, a psychiatrist turned marketing analyst who advises corporations how to design and sell things based on their cultural archetypes, their codes. A terrific one day read. In America the code for Jeep Wrangler is Horse, whereas in Germany its code is Liberator. The codes he defines for love, sex, food, car, America, France are often not what you would expect. His principle, The Reptilian Always Wins, refers to the limbic brain vs the neocortex; John Kerry, "Mr. Cortex", never had a chance. How come it takes a French guy like this one or Tocqueville or Levy to show us who we are? I'll probably not read Annie Dillard's new book because I don't read much fiction, but in this article in the New York Times yesterday, the reviewer mentions that Pilgrim At Tinker Creek was reviewed by Eudora Welty in 1973. I went looking for it in the NYT archives. I guess documents weren't electronic then, but I found this messy scan of the review as a pdf. The kayaks have been on the move. To nearby Carlton Pond at sunset on Thursday (with a brief stop at Jennifer's to meet goats) and to Cobosseeconte for a party at Jeri's house on Saturday. We would have paddled to the Nees house last night, but it was blowing. Alex and new fiance Tanya were in for a brief visit. |