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Sunday, January 31, 2010
On Indigeneity and Avatar
E and I tried out Taro Sushi in Brooklyn yesterday; it was absolutely delicious and affordable. Despite being in an awkward location, Taro is a sweet little restaurant with kind staff. Highly recommend.
Later, we went to see the much-discussed film Avatar. The film portrays a disabled ex-Marine who takes over his dead twin's job as a researcher on a new planet. The new planet is named Pandora, with obvious reference to Pandora's mythical box. Jake, the central character, is able to mentally enter the body of a Pandoran 'avatar.' In his host body, Jake lacks the use of his legs, but in his Avatar form, he regains full use of his body. Jake takes to his Avatar form, and as required in his job, attempts to gain the trust of the Pandorans. The company sponsoring the giant science experiment and Jake's presence on Pandora is trying to get the Pandorans to move from their 'Hometree' so it can exploit the natural resources ('unobtainium') under the tree.
Before we go any deeper, this is a story that has played out all over the world. The rich, developed, scientifically advanced colonizer (in this story, the force is capitalism rather than nationalism) comes to take over the land and resources of the poor indigenous population who typically don't wear enough clothes, worship nature or something else that isn't recognized as appropriately religious, and in this case, literally live in trees.
Throughout the film, the company sends its employees out to obtain 'unobtainium' and they do so by destroying the lives and homes of the indigenous population. The employees wear military gear, further reinforcing tropes about colonialism and imperialism, as they appear more like an army or military than a private company. Repeatedly they refer to the native population as 'indigenous,' 'blue monkeys,' 'Aboriginals,' 'natives,' etc. Meanwhile the Pandorans are portrayed wearing loincloths, African-style beaded tops, Native American-like feathered regalia, and other easy targets of native, colonized populations. They worship Eywa (mother nature) and they believe in the networks of life that unite their planet. They do not have advanced technology, but wear wooden headgear, use bows & arrows, and don't appear to wear shoes. The filmmakers do not discriminate towards any one native group but construct a generalizing gloss mosaic of many native populations.
Our sympathetic hero begins to help the natives and become one of them instead of working with his company. While some Pandorans refuse to accept him, he learns their language, undergoes their rites of passage, and learns their 'ways.' Eventually they accept him as one of their own, and in the end (spoiler alert) he permanently remains in his Avatar form instead of his human form. This begs the interesting question of 'going native,' a la Kurtz from Conrad's insufferable "Heart of Darkness." Can one ever really assume a native identity, if one is not native? What IS such an identity? With the plurality of choices, individuals, and situations that exist within a single culture, is it truly possible for there to be one such cultural identity? What does it mean to be indigenous - is it a birthright or a choice, a political-social decision?
There are definitely some problems with this film, most notably its representation of indigenous populations (although Disney kindly allows the treehugging Pandorans to win in the end). It is disturbing to see the simplifying and grossly generalizing tropes of indigenous populations repeated and promoted - especially in a film so widely popular and viewed among today's youth.
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Edward Said on Humanism
"My idea in Orientalism is to use humanistic critique to open up the fields of struggle, to introduce a longer sequence of thought and analysis to replace the short bursts of polemical, thought-stopping fury that so imprison us in labels and antagonistic debate whose goal is a belligerent and collective identity rather than understanding and intellectual exchange. I have called what I try to do 'humanism,' a word I continue to use stubbornly despite the scornful dismissal of the term by sophisticated post-modern critics. By humanism, I mean first of all attempting to dissolve Blake's mind-forg'd manacles so as to be able to use one's mind historically and rationally for the purposes of reflective understanding and genuine disclosure. Moreover, humanism is sustained by a sense of community with other interpreters and other societies and periods: strictly speaking, therefore, there is no such thing as an isolated humanist."
Edward Said
Edward Said
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday Surfing & La Isla for Sunday brunch
Saturday e and I went out to Rockaway Beach at 90th so he could grab some waves. I read James Clifford on the beach. Such is my life!
Sunday for brunch we tried a place called La Isla here in Sunset Park. Every time I walk past, I can barely see through the steamed-up windows but there are consistently folks in there eating (a good sign!) So today, we tried it. It's Puerto-Rican/Dominican food: lots of fried meats, with fried vegetables, and hearty soups. Delicious, and affordable. My chicken sandwich was $4.00, and amazingly tender. We also ordered tostones, and tried a different flavor each of their 7 types of fresh fruit juice!
La Isla
5th Avenue between 50th & 49th, Brooklyn, NY
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Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Happy Quote of the Day
This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community, and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can.
I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no "brief candle" for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.
George Bernard Shaw
I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community, and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can.
I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no "brief candle" for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.
George Bernard Shaw
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
"'Seasons' is a wise metaphor for the movement of life, I think. It suggests that life is neighter a battlefield nor a game of chance but something infinitely richer, more promising, more real. The notion that our lives are like the eternal cycle of the seasons does not deny the struggle or the joy, the loss, or the gain, the darkness or the light, but encourages us to emrbace it all - and to find in all of it opportunities for growth."
Parker Palmer, "There is a Season"
Parker Palmer, "There is a Season"
Monday, January 18, 2010
Salem, MA/ Witch-Town
While visiting my dear friend Di in Boston, we took a day trip out to Salem, MA. We were lured by the promise of a witch museum, and in general, just visiting a rather freaky site in American history.
We were not awestruck with the Salem Witch Museum. First, you have to consider what constitutes a museum. The SWM is a series of mannequins in dioramas - they are not animatronic, but they do get illuminated in various scenes as the audio track describes the scene. The script is pretty anti-woman (see female hysteria / wandering uterus backstory here) and discusses the "noble, strong" Giles Corry who was victimized by the hysterical musings of teenage girls.
After the mannequin-light show, we entered a room that purported to discuss evolving perceptions of witchcraft, with Celtic healing women, the Wizard-of-Oz "I'll get you my pretty & your little dog too" witch, and finally a Wiccan couple who exhorted us to "look beyond the stereotype."
My friends were horrified as this was such a trite and moralistic treatment of witchcraft. I thought it was hilarious.
Salem Witch Museum, Washington Sq North, Salem, MA
http://www.salemwitchmuseum.com/
We paid $8/adult for this pleasure.
**Update: Diane has kindly reminded me that the soundtrack for the museum's show was pornographic at best. What's pornographic? Hey, you'll know it when you hear it.
After our experience, we went to Gulu Gulu Cafe for some coffee, conversation, and dessert. The menu was great, including crepes, microbrews, and cheese plates. Their White Cloud latte was delicious!
Gulu Gulu Cafe, 247 Essex St, Salem, MA
http://www.gulu-gulu.com/
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Scenes from a Brooklyn winter
Yorktown, Virginia
e suggested we go to this beach none of us had been to before: grandview nature preserve, yorktown, VA. as you can see, it was worth the try!
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