France and Lebanon

Martyrs' Square and the St. George Maronite Church

Here is an insightful article by Robert Fisk on France’s historic and present interests in Lebanon. Anyone interested should also check out the scene in the film “West Beirut” where at a French high school in Beirut, a student is told by his teacher that it was the French who gave Lebanon its nation and freedom.

A French colonial legacy of despair: They wanted Lebanon’s ‘independence’ – but they wanted it in France’s favour; by Robert Fisk:

I couldn’t help a deep, unhealthy chuckle when I watched the French foreign minister, Philippe Douste-Blazy arrive outside the wooden doors of Saint George’s Maronite Cathedral in Beirut this week. A throb of applause drifted through the tens of thousands of Lebanese who had gathered for the funeral of murdered industry minister Pierre Gemayel. Here, after all, was the representative of the nation which had supported the eviction of the Syrian army last year, whose president had been a friend of the equally murdered ex-prime minister Rafiq Hariri, whose support in the UN Security Council was helping to set up the tribunal which will – will it, we ask ourselves in Beirut these days? – try the killers of both Hariri and Gemayel.

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Christmas Time is Here and My Poor Neighbors

Norman Rockwell: Santa Claus

Here is my 1.4 hour Christmas Carole playlist:

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Bruce Lee and when NOT to be like water

 

At the end of April, I posted my favorite Bruce Lee quote. Well, in the past two months, a very popular BMW commercial has featured another Bruce Lee quote; this one about water. In context, Bruce Lee talks about how his variation of martial arts (Jeet Kune Do) strives to be like water, for it is both shapelessness and is all powerful. Water has the dual quality of being completely passive, always finding the path of least resistence, and yet water also has the immense force to destroy anything in its way. Unfotunately, this commercial gets it all wrong. It is like Chevy selling a car called the “Nova” or “no va” (in Spanish meaning “doesn’t go”).

Why would you tell car buyers that they should “crash” like water? while Bruce says that water’s formlessness is what makes is become the tea pot, the commercial tells us not to “adapt” to the highway (in other words, not be formless). But then it tells us to become the highway. So, if you are water and are not taking its formless path, then you do not adapt to the highway but overpower it. In other words, you crash. Right? Water can either flow or crash. You adapt or you destroy. So, we should drive BMWs and crash. Hmm? It seems to me like a huge marketing blunder.

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Just a few more days

Caillebotte: Rooftops under the Snow

In just a few more days, it will be Friday, November 24th. That is the day after Thanksgiving, and that is the day that I can officially start listening to my favorite Christmas Caroles by the likes of Nat King Cole, Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Elvis. And in about a month’s time, I should be “home for Christmas”. I got my playlists ready, and my neighbors should beware!

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Meandering

Cassatt: Woodland Stream

A few weeks ago when writing Time to Meander, I was wondering whether my Spanish readers would understand the English word “meander”. I decided to look up the precise Spanish translation and then researched the etymology of the word to see if it had an anglo-saxon origin. What I discovered is kind of interesting (at least to me):

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Phineas Newborn Jr., Oleo

In my previous post, I reference the traces of Phineas Newborn Jr. in Kenny Drew Jr.’s piano. Here is a video of Phineas playing Oleo, showing his gift of speed and precision. I think William will appreciate it. Nevertheless, sometimes I prefer the same story to be told with fewer notes.

And don’t worry, I will be back to my usual digressions as soon as I have a little free time away from drafting contracts.

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Jazz and My Favorite Things

John Coltrane’s “My Favorite Things” (shown here with a 22 year old McCoy Tyner on piano) was one of the first pieces of Jazz that really turned me onto the genre. I think that listening to a standard or a popular song interpreted by a Jazz musician gives the listener a good idea of what the musicans are trying to express through their art form. For example, here one can see how Coltrane is trying to recreate the tune “My Favorite Things” through his own vision of music and the world in an entirely new way.

Last night after seeing Martirio with the Kenny Drew Jr. Trio, William and I had a long conversation about Jazz. Here are some of my impressions:

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The Roots

 

Here is a great video by the Roots, poking fun at your standard Rap videos. Very good, very funny.

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Laura, únicamente Laura

Hed Kandi

Mi querida amiga, Laura, me ha señalado hoy que una de las razones principales por no seguir mi blog con regularidad es que apenas le dedico los posts que corresponden a su importancia en mi vida. La única respuesta que le puedo dar es que hasta yo mismo tengo algunas cosas que guardo solamente para mi y no comparto con los demás.

Gauguin: The Sprite of the Dead Watching

Sin embaro, le dedico este cuadro de Gauguin y estas palabras de Neruda que expresan mi cariño por ella:

. . . te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

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Venus, así te vi

Cabanel: The Birth of Venus

Mi poema favorito de Féderico García Lorca que además va muy bien con este cuadro del nascimiento de Venus:

Venus, así te vi

La joven muerta
en la concha de la cama,
desnuda de flor y de brisa
surgía en la luz perenne

Quedaba el mundo,
lirio de algodón y sombra,
asomado a los cristales,
viendo el tránsito infinito.

La joven muerta,
surcaba el amor por dentro.
Entre la espuma de las sábanas
se perdía su cabellera.

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