Winter falling on Montreal…wanderings around
Free thea. I got a free tea. It was great.
A fall visit to the Canadian Centre for Architecture.
Lately reading all this fat acceptance stuff + going to the gym + just thinking of questions of perspective and living abroad, I feel like people would really benefit from traveling and reading about history.
Everyone dissing the body so much, how it measures up to these ridiculous standards (“are my armpits too dark?”), when the body is SUCH A BADASS. The body survives SO MUCH, it survives mass starvation, the Cultural Revolution in China, where millions starved and people ate grass and dirt, and infants to try to survive, it survives being loaded into slaves ships and crossing the ocean, it survives the Black Plague (which killed 30-60% of Europe’s total population, but guess what? That’s 40-70% of people IT DIDN’T KILL). It survived slavery and mutilation and war and genocide and starvation and plagues, HOLY FUCK THE BODY IS A GIANT BADASS.
Seriously, how can you look at this miraculous being, all that it can suffer and still go on trying to its very last breath, its last heartbeat, and also all the happiness that it can contain, all the dancing, all the lovemaking, all the beauty it can see and feel and create, and say “hey, I wish your nose wasn’t so big?”
We need some perspective on what the body is for, people.
It’s weird how sometimes bad things lead to good things, about 1 month before going to NY I reinjured my leg because of some dude at a party, I hated that guy so much and I was so upset, but if I hadn’t been stuck at home then I would probably never have been bored and desperate for something to do I would have put so much effort into my Hacker School application, and I wouldn’t have gone to NY.
I respect people who love oldskool vinyl, the time it takes to hone those skills, find those gems. Here is Grandmaster Caz spinning from the collection of Afrika Bambaatta, being archived by Cornell University. You could look at the records as they were being sorted, it was something to touch them with your own hands, a tactile pleasure.
At the same time, when people disparage laptop DJs and now iphone/ipad djs, do they realize that we’ve finally achieve the communist dream of means of production for the people? The cheaper the equipment gets, the more it becomes a matter of talent and effort to make music, not just having the money to buy very expensive gear.
Sunset from the 30th floor…a tiny room too noisy and yet this view breathtaking
If you’re about this art form, you should know that this (and many other dance forms especially from the African diaspora) is a hidden language. We learn through exchange (dialogical approach Storm calls it). Whether by battling or sharing, you learn by observation (or via explicit instruction i.e. mentors or workshops) just as you would any language. You are then meant to express your voice through the language (develop your own style) whilst maintaining the traditions (otherwise known as foundation). Some people are tourists and don’t understand the culture and just gain a superficial view of what we do. Those are the ones that don’t last or think it’s just about ‘big’ moves or difficulty or train with a gym mentality which is the same as learning and using a language to speak to themselves. It’s not what u say but how u say it.DJ Renegade (via dillonforrest)