Archive for June, 2000

29 June 2000

“A farewell is oriented not to the termination of the social occasion or sociable moment wherein it takes place but to the sharp decrease that is about to occur in the possibility of such comings-together occurring – at least for a time. And the more lengthy and absolute the separation, the more expansive the ritual. Yet no matter how long and complex the anticipated separation, the fact that the participants are at the moment in easy access situates them favorably for the separation not to occur as planned.

“Farewells, in short, inevitably expose the participants to unexpected recontacting. And should this occur, the performers will find that the ritual already performed is improperly profuse for what has turned out to be a short absence; yet there is no way to take it back.”
– Erving Goffman, Relations in Public

fare

It’s farewell-party season in the foreign student community again.

29 June 2000

This week’s holiday is midsummer. It happened last week, but I’m still feeling the effects. Those of you who were there know which ones.

20 June 2000

Vin Scelsa’s Idiot’s Delight has a web show, every Tuesday through Thursday from noon to 6 pm Eastern time. One more reason not to bother going back to New York.

PS 2015: Vin sounds a little slower these days but he is still going, currently here, and some of the audio archives on his Wikipedia page work. (RIP Pete Fornatale and Alison Steele, the other two late-night voices of my Manhattan years.) We are trying to perpetuate Vin’s spirit of eclectic, free-form radio on ICR Friday Breakfast.

PPS 2015: This great intro from Alison Steele must be heard. She did an original bit like that to start every show, usually shorter though.

20 June 2000

“My father, a man without any means, a student, before 1914, travelled the whole of Europe with a University of Vienna student canteen card, and there was only one bizarre country called the Russian Empire which had something called a visa. This was regarded as comical, as asiatic throughout the rest of Europe. Today, bureaucracies of exclusion prevail.” – George Steiner, No Passion Spent

19 June 2000

This week’s national independence day: Iceland. See it here and here. And I was blogged back here.

19 June 2000

Just because you say you agree with me does not mean you’re on my side.  Learned this the hard way.  Again.

PS 2015: Some years later I learned that just because I agree with you does not mean you’re on my side. Not through Mafia.

15 June 2000

Today’s headaches: Visiting American professors who give us their public library pre-school kiddie talk instead of their graduate seminar talk; immigration experts who argue against children’s assimilation and in favor of greater parental mind control; linguists who act as if all problems are problems of language, and if we just engineered all the words right, everyone would be one big happy family. Imperialist English teachers BAD. Traditional cultures GOOD.

In the link below (great-aunt Sara) you can see what kind of splendid traditional culture my family gave up when we joined the modern world.

12 June 2000

Even my great-aunt Sara (1898-1983) is on the web. Age is no excuse anymore. Death is no excuse.

11 June 2000

Last week’s national day: Svenska flaggans dag. And I was there at Skansen. Didn’t manage to spot the Royals; too much sound equipment between them and me. Vicky was apparently in the United States or Finland. Carl Philip the pinup prince is doing his army service. But pikkuprincessan Madeleine was there with the kongsparet and the press were salivating over her upcoming 18th birthday, since once she’s an adult they will be able to take the gloves off and start stalking her on dates. Everyone enjoyed Alice Bah’s speech and the rock concert that was embedded in the program, in between the various flag routines.

PS 2015: This is still the closest I’ve ever gotten to Allsång på Skansen. One day. Stockholm i mitt hjärta!

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5 June 2000

Stages of house moving (assuming one has keys to both places for several days): 1. Denial. 2. Moving unobtrusive things. 3. Moving good things. 4. Confronting the junk that’s left. 5. More denial. 6. Oh crap, the old place doesn’t feel like home any more. I need to finish and get everything to the new place as fast as possible.

In this case there was an externally imposed deadline. I finished at 6:30 this morning and the workmen came at 8. And in addition to my own stuff, I had to save everything from the common room that was attractive and small enough to move, since the workmen were going to trash it all anyway. Thus the painting of Prague is now in my hands.

painting of prague

PS 2015: I still have the painting of Prague, a bit worse for intercontinental moving since the canvas is actually an unfolded cardboard box. The flatmates could never remember for sure who painted it but thought it might be Martina Cleary.