LINES OF THE DAY

". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Sunday, November 2, 2008

"Hiding in Plain Sight"

Published November 2008, OffBeat Louisiana Music & Culture Magazine, Volume 21, No. 11. "Hiding in Plain Sight", Vaquero's tribute to Earl Palmer.

In the meantime I have developed what Vaquero's got and it is some really vicious germ. No sleep at all last night.

I am not a happy person.

3 comments:

T. said...

Sorry you're under the weather! Citizen K. and I are still battling some nasty bug, picked up somewhere in NYC. Alas. But we're on the mend.

Frank Partisan said...

Vaquero's article on Earl Palmer was incredibly good. Really fun to read.

OT: As of today, Bin Laden hasn't made a statement on the US elections, as he usually does. That means if it holds out, that he's dead.

Foxessa said...

Well, I hope bin Laden is dead.

But then, I feel next door to that door from which no one who walks through returns. Gads, I feel awful. I haven't been sick like this since living in New Orleans.

Premium T -- That is some tenacious bug that both of you got. But NYC got hit with something really early this year and everybody has been having it forever. I was spared, until Vaquero came back with it from Spain -- where e-mails are telling him everybody has it too, with 3 more weeks of the Jazz Festival to go.

Love, c.