Story of the Week:
The good news of the century was broken this week as
Buckingham Palace announced that Prince William was to marry Kate Middleton
some time in 2011. Into a display of flashing light bulbs the happy couple stepped
out, faces smiling showing off their happy glowing faces to the world.
Much of the world’s media has gone into overdrive with what
the actual event will be like; who will she wear? What will they eat? Where will they holiday?
One newspaper suggested Swan should br on the money, whilst many are saying
that in the interest of good all is yet to be decided but a lot of fun is being
had in the conjecture. Congratulations to them. As I am under the age of 30
this will be my first royal wedding, I looked forward to swept away with the
hysteria. To the palace!
Music of the Week: Afrobeat!!
With its mix of western soul and jazz and african tribal music Afrobeat is a modern funky offshoot of soul which is oft underappreciated. That's all changing however and Afrobeat is now en vogue, primarily because of the popularity of its most talented exponent; political activist and musician Fela Kuti. Kuti combined the repetitive nature of afrobeat with searing lyrical commentary on politics in Africa to devastating effect. A film detailing the life of Fela is due in 2011, directed by Steve McQueen of Hunger fame it promises much, and I for one can not wait.
He features heavily in this weeks playlist but check out also some of the more modern offerings which yet more areas of world music with African rhythms.
track listing
Fela Kuti - Water No Get Enemy
Tony Allen - Afro Disco Beat
Tinariwen - Oualahila Ar Tesninam
Fela Kuti - Zombie
04 Water No Get Enemy by user5152336
Tony Allen - Afro Disco Beat by bullsheadmoseley
Tinariwen by jilal
Fela Kuti - Zombie by loop_dreams
Opinion: It's a conspiracy I tell you!
On YouTube can be found “The Obama Deception,” a two hour long documentary detailing everything that is wrong with the Obama administration. The grand theory of this documentary is that Obama hasn’t brought change because he is in fact an agent of Wall St; chosen by them, because of not in spite of his skin colour, to entrench the system and keep their vested interest ticking over. Grandiose terms such as oligarchy and imperialism are used on a very frequent basis. This is most definitely what you would call a conspiracy theory.
And with 7 million hits to his name it seems that the theory has some purchase among people. Conspiracy theories have been around since the dawn of modern politics. JFK’s assassination was the first of modern times, and is still the biggest. The grassy knoll, the smoke, the rifle and it accuracy, the movement of the head, everything about it has been examined endlessly second hand. The firsthand account of evidence from the Warren Report with its perceived inconsistencies is seen as just another layer in the deception and therefore unreliable.
Even in the immediate aftermath it seems American had doubts; 1 in 5 Americans in the days after the assassination of Kennedy did not believe that Oswald had acted alone. In the 21st century “The Obama Deception” proves that conspiracy theories are still well and truly alive. “Loose Change,” another YouTube documentary this time on the 9/11 attacks is further proof of their appeal.
There are all sorts of reasons to explain them: substitute radicalism, or indeed an explanation for the lack of radicalism, a psychological comfort blanket for people who cannot believe that things terrible just happen and sometimes even for no good reason. This is not particularly new or interesting. What is interesting is the damage that they are causing to the current occupant of the White House, President Obama.
Kennedy’s conspiracies served to help his myth, Bush has suffered no blowback from 9/11 conspiracies and as for Reagan and Ford (both victims of assassination attempts), no harm was done either. But for Obama there is real sting to the theories that he is in cahoots with Muslims (1 in 5 Americans believe he is one), or Jewish bankers, or socialist/social democrats.
Another popular charge is that he was not born in the United States, to this end the so called “birthers” have launched numerous court proceedings to see Obama’s birth certificate and even ran an Ad campaign. These conspiracy theories are, unfortunately, increasingly going from the fringe to the mainstream. If one had taken a poll at the recent Glen Beck-athon rally in Washington rest assured significant numbers would have called themselves birthers.
The Obama White House is probably guilty of letting this happen, letting the myth take hold – after all they do have their own press machine. But it must feel like impossible fight, facing two ways at the same time. If you say that Obama is not Muslim, you get hit with the charge that it is the Jews he works for.
As I say many a US President has had a theory or two involving them, but not are doing so much damage – the attacks on Obama are personal and unprecedented, previous theories have only been about an event, not a President’s identity, and identity is a precious commodity in politics. If Obama cannot even persuade Americans that he is a natural born citizen then he is in real trouble.
Living in the UK I am more curious than angry or despairing, we don’t have conspiracies (Princess Diana being the big exception) and good old fashion common sense is a virtue. To Americans conspiracy theories are just a natural extension of Americans innate scepticism of government, but it is an unhealthy and unwelcome one.
Video of the Week
I came across this short film on Vimeo and loved it. It's called Influencia and is directed by David Dutton. It tells the story of an alcoholics journey from sobriety to remorse in a surreal way, but still in an accessible one. especially if you are the sort of person who has ever suffered a blockage of the creative juices.
Sketch of the Week: Shirley and Tim
This week toby has gone for something very different indeed. Rather than weekly pictures, this week it's a bit of creative writing. Here is a short sketch called Shirley and Tim centring on an elderly couple who are coming to grips with the possibility that they may lose their pride and joy. Enjoy this rare written treat. Till next week then...
Shirley and Tim
Shirley and Tim are
couple married for 30 years. They are in their late 50’s early 60’s, their
daughter has been in a car accident. They are coming back from having met seen
her for the first time since the accident.
They
enter the hospital waiting room, both in a state of shock, Shirley in
particular
Shirley
and Tim enter into the room and sit down, both have their hand clasped together
on the table
Long
pause
Tim. Shirley let’s not get carried away, doctors nowadays can do so
much
Reaches
for her hand, Shirley pulls away
Shirley. You saw what she looked like in there, every machine in
the building on her
Tim. Well the doctor said he’d come by and see us. He knows what
he’s doing
Shirley. Let ’s hope so
Pause
Tim gets up and starts to pace
Tim. I don’t want you to get
negative, she’s a fighter, she is. And
she gets that from you. You’ve got to keep yourself well for when she gets
better, you can’y help her get better if your ill yourself.
Sits down. Pause
Is there anything that I can do?
Shirley. Some tea would be nice
Tim. I won’t be long, send a search a search party after me if I’m
more than ten minutes. These new hospitals, mazes they are.
Tim laughs quietly then leaves
Pause,
Shirley begins to fidget
Shirley. How he can move about I have no idea, it beats me
honestly. Moving around constantly about. I can’t, the fear stopping me
obviously, because I just can’t move at the moment. Its taking all my energy to
raise my head. Fear can do that to some people. You see a car coming and some
people run, fast as they can the other way. Some just stop, fear just stops
them in their tracks. Tim would escape, and I’d just stand there waiting for it
to happen. Maybe she gets that's from me too. Maybe she waited for it to
happen, didn’t move in time cos the fear
Pause
Now look at her, she’s not the same
person. She doesn’t even look well. If you could see her before. Well, every
parent, you see your child as something special, I’m no different. Loved everything about her. And proud of
everything she does. Spent 6 months in Ghana, in a women’s clinic. So proud I was of her really making a
difference in the world, not just of to private for a cash cow, no here she was
off to another country, less well of, to try and help them . I said to her when
she left. “Not everyone would be that selfless, to put themselves in danger
like that”, brave of her it was. Not a prouder mum in England.
Mrs Grieg was always jealous of us.
Her daughter, well she went on the wrong side of the tracks shall we say.
“how’s your Donna doing Majorie”, “She’s fine, Pet,” when was the last time you
spoke to her. Just silence at that point. Everyone could fill in the blanks,
there was a shame written all over her face, every time I asked “when was the
last time you spoke to her”, silence, shame-faced silence, I asked out of
courtesy, never brought up that my daughter was doing so much better, had mafde
the right decisions. Was someone whom I was close to. I didn’t rub in her face,
no matter how proud I was. It was just conversation.
When she came over once, totally
out of the blue, she said she was sick with worry, all she knew was that Donna
had gone to London months ago, no contact since then. My Jane was in Ghana and
I still got weekly letters. Quite how she did such a bad job of raising her I’ll
never know. Well a cup of tea later and she had calmed down a little, started
to open up about her daughter. Pity, real pity.
Pause
Tim says she’s all I ever talk,
sometimes I don’t think he is as proud of her as I am, he wouldn’t say that if
he were. He was never as close, don’t ask me why I have no idea. She knew,
always called to speak to me when she got good news.
So use to good news with her, when
someone called from the hospital I asking if I were her next of kin, it
never
really occurred to me that it was an emergency. “Jane mum’s yes that me”, more
good news I assumed
Shirley
bows her head down
I didn’t for some time I just hung
up the phone, I couldn’t lift my head, I just sat there, I could feel the heart
beating racing, and nothing else. The eyes were open, everything was black and
white for minute, then just black. All
the senses for a second gone, couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, nothing... Awful
feeling, your heat hitting the floor and your world just spinning. The thing
that held me down just disappeared. And I was left floating, it wasn’t pleasant
it was violent, like I had been ripped away into space, a space where you
couldn’t breathe. So many flashbacks I began to feel sick. Those thoughts those
horrid thoughts entered immediately, and they haven’t left sinceTim says I
screamed and that he came down to see what was wrong.
Longer
pause
Shirley
begins to fidget, looking towards the door.
It doesn’t look good must say, we
saw her and when someone has that many wires around them, that many doctors,
that much activity in a hospital it can’t be good. The best thing a doctor can
do for you in a hospital is
leave you well alone.
Pause
She’s just not smiling anymore and
that I can’t get used to. From day one she smiled, pick her up from school she
smiled, told her she couldn’t go see the spice girls this time round she sulk
then smile, find a way round it never be negative. She wanted a brother or
sister, but wasn’t getting one she smiled, “well you can be my sister and my
mother too”. She just smiled over it all. She doesn’t even know how much
brighter she makes my day. No, made my day. Should I put her in the past tense,
I don’t know, the doctor says, well does it matter they paid to say thinks will
be OK, he’s coming round in a bit give
us an update
This is a horrible thing to say but
I hope he doesn’t come back, the doctor that is, I’m sorry but I just can’t
deal him with at the moment. Just want her to pull through. He can’t do anthing
about that. If the doctors, I’ll push them to do so and listen to anything they
have to say, I’ll sit like I am now and soak it all in, as much information as
possible. But Tim, he can’t, he can’t do anything and I don’t want to have to
hear what he has to say about anything else.
Short
Pause
Not anymore I don’t . that’s it
basically I can’t, not with him anyway I’m exhausted from it all. No, Tim, I
sure I could cope, No Jane, ever. Could I? This is selfish, really very selfish
of me.
Gets
up
This can wait everything can wait,
(defiantly) I’m going by her bed
that's where I should be, I wont think about anything else, because, everything
else can wait. Tim, everything. It will sort itself out. And It can all wait
till another time
Tucks
in chair makes to leave room, turns her head to face to audience
And if it doesn’t?
Turns
head to exit
(anxiously)
Oh here’s the doctor, I do hope it is good news?
Blackout
Scene 2
Tim
Tim: Walks carrying two polystyrene cups of tea. Sits down.
Looking
side on-
What am I gonna do?
Looking towards the audience
What are we gonna do? It’s
uncharted territory for the both of us. Gotta to be thankful that at least, if
nothing
else. I don’t wanna imagine the worst. I usually don’t but this is
different this isn’t some. Some. I donno its just different. She’s lying there
in an absolute state. The car that hit her was most unforgiven, was he drunk.
Was she wearing a seat belt? That’s half of it, the other half well that's
darker
Pause
Well that stuff is just her not
being her.
Pause.
Gets up and starts pacing around
Indeed lots of thoughts. I don’t
know quite where I am. Up here that is. Should I think about the past, should I
look to the future, a future without her, should I stay in the present , in
this hospital, and pictures of her running at deaths door running through my
head.
Stops,
takes a sip of tea
I should just think about Shirley,
I know that might sound awful, with my daughter at deaths door but, I worry, X,
before this was leading her own life doing her own thing and Shirley was
already missing her, in a way, and I
couldn’t, I was never going to be enough really was. Never really, not after
the haze lifted, saw it for what it was then. Me and her, me and her, me, jumpy
her, still. just me was it ever going to be enough (Nods to say no). She started
seeing it for what it was,
Pause
Then Jane came along, it all went. It has to, you’ve got someone else to thing
about now. Buts since she left. Does she have a reason anymore? Am I enough?
Probably not, she still holds it against me. Not being to have any more kids,
she says she doesn’t, but, what mother wouldn’t. And now look just the two of
us, it was never enough back then
Pacing
Her well being is all I care about
really
Stops
Whatever makes her happy makes me
happy (Sips tea, sits down head bowed,
more tea, )
Audible
sigh
Starts
fidgeting heavily
Doctors these days can do anything
they put their mind to, gotta have faith in that if nothing else. Read the paper and the’re doing all sorts,
Pig’s heart, face transplants even. The pictures weren’t pleasant to see, but
just goes to show you what doctors can do these days
Collapses
his head, head in hands
Whispers
Jane was a doctor. See doctors around and think maybe they knew
her. (very short pause) I need
Shirley to be OK. I need to focus on Shirley and help her get through. So
strong, but this you can see has cut right through her, you can see it, I can’t
just stand there and let it happen. But I don’t know what to do or say. Does
anyone, ever? They were especially close see, especially so. She got on with her Mum much more than she
ever did with me.
Long
pause
Expect the unexpected is what
people would say.
Shakes
his head
Didn’t expect this I must say.
Looking to the future now it’s all very bleak. There’s Jane, but Shirley also.
It could all be, so lonely.
Gets
up and starts pacing slowly,
It must be something that I’ve
done, you see there are no memories, if she dies, and if you seen her back
there then you know it’s more likely than not, if she dies, I won’t remember
her. I can’t you see. Never spent time
with the poor girl. How can I have that on my conscience, not remembering her.
Facing
audience
I can’t remember her, can’t forget
her. Where does that leave me?
Turns
to side
Here’s the doctor now, and with
Shirley. Good news perhaps.
Influencia from David Dutton on Vimeo.
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