Thursday, August 31, 2006

photo from The National Trust for Historic Preservation

It took a couple years longer than planned, but the Far East Cafe in Little Tokyo has reopened. Los Angeles mystery author Naomi Hirahara will be taking a lucky winner on a mystery walking tour of Little Tokyo. I found out through this great site I stumbled across, Murderati, that I'm sure will be taking a lot of time away from my writing (though well spent).

The Far East Cafe has been renovated with a not-so-unique-these-days combination of grants and private monies. It doesn't exactly have all the ambiance that it did when I was in high school, but close.


Wednesday, August 30, 2006

New Orleans' African American Museum


The African American Museum has by now reopened, according to New Orleans Renovation. Click on the header above for a list of blogs from New Orleans.

A sure sign of life returning to New Orleans


Beaucoup Books is scheduled to reopen on September First. The Maple Street Bookshop is not only open for business, but has an array of events scheduled.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

And Still I Rise ---Maya Angelou

Photo by Dave Orchard

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Do you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Explain to me why this guy isn't on trial in The Hague for genocide?



Monday, August 28, 2006

At 6:10 a.m. on August 29, 2005, hurricane Katrina made landfall over Buras, Louisiana


As overwhelming as all of the barrage of images in Katrina's wake around the Gulf Coast have been, last year as I listened to the first news reports that the hurricane had made landfall over this tiny village downriver from New Orleans, I recalled that I had first come to know of this place through the WPA Guide to New Orleans. As the storm passed, and authorities were able to assess the damage, even before the levees in New Orleans had failed, I waited to hear of the fate of Buras. I didn't see any news crews make their way that far down the Mississippi, although I'm sure some must have.

Here was a village, described by locals as a virtual paradise on Earth, that bore the full brunt of Katrina's fury.

With all of the attention on New Orleans tomorrow, I wanted in some small way to remember the town of Buras, and ask that as you recall the events of a year ago, that you pan you vision out of the city to remember the countless villages and hamlets affected.

Their stories of loss and survival number in the thousands. So many of them will in all likelihood never get told. Of all the benefits, fundraisers and relief efforts for those affected around the Gulf Coast, I hope you will think of those towns like Buras. Think of them as your town. They are, after all, part of America. Your America. This could easily have been the town whre your family lived, where your roots were. When the next disaster hits --and there will be a next time, these images well be from the place you call home.

The header at top has a link to the Plaquemines Parish, where many more images of the destruction and recovery efforts may be found, as well information on how to assist. When an entire town is flattened, I'd think there is no contribution too small or insignificant that one could make. The worst you could do is to look away.

And then who would you have come to your aid, when disaster strikes?

Saturday, August 26, 2006

The confluence of two anniversaries




I'm fond of blasting Martin Luther King, Jr.'s "I have a Dream" speech on the anniversary of the 1963 March on Washington (most of my co-workers got to expect such things out of me). This year, on the first anniversary of Hurricane Katrina making landfall over the tiny village of Buras, Louisiana, I have noticed there are more programs on television and radio on the devastation and aftermath than is humanly possible to watch or listen to.

Yet it seems vital --both as individual human beings and in the development of our humanity-- as well as our citizenship in the world and as Americans, that we not just passively observe these dates. That we react, and how we react, will be the true measure of our character.

While searching on line, I came across the excellent site, http://www.hurricane-katrina.org which has a vast array of information, recollections, and resources on how to be part of the ongoing recovery. There is also an excellent pamphlet that may be downloaded, "One Year Later: Surviving the Katrina Anniversary," by Carol McClelland, PhD. It will probably serve to help deal with the emotions soon to arise from the anniversary of 9/11 as well. Don't presume that you are over it all. When the movie "World Trade Center" was released, pundits kept asking, "are people ready to relive 9/11?" My response was, "when did we stop living it?"

Click on the header at top to be connected with a site that will allow you to actually experience the "I Have A Dream" speech.

We can't get gay and lesbian history in schools yet, and I have no doubt that it will be a while before --if ever-- how we witnessed and experienced these events will be taught in schools in the future.

The Times-Picayune link to the left has a mind-boggling collection of articles, videos, and material on what happened one year ago in the Gulf region --and since.


Thursday, August 24, 2006

Rule 62*


I'm sorry, but I can't look at this picture and not laugh. It's so... evil. And so inapproriate.

And so f'ing funny.

I saw this site once before, and came across it again, and laughed to no end: The Fake Gay News.



*don't take yourself so seriously.

For more on the history of the Stonewall Inn

The following sites have information on the designation of the Stonewall Inn as a National Historic Landmark and why it matters to GLBT history:

Greenwich Village Society for Historic Preservation

The National Park Service

Why save the Stonewall Inn?


The continues gentrification of the Greenwich Village is about to claim a most significant victim: the Stonewall Inn, site of the 1969 clashes with police that threw gasoline on the fire of the nascent gay liberation movement.

It has gone through a number of ownership changes over the years (it's almost as tawdry in it's current incarnation as it was in 1969), yet the singular importance of the site in GLBT history is far greater than it's most immediate --or prior-- uses.

This meaning of this little building has taken on mythical proportions to the gay community worldwide, far more than to just the American or even New York gay history.

For the gay community, it is as much a pilgrimage site as Stratford-on-Avon is for literature.

New York has a rather bittersweet record of preservation history -- all history. Even Fraunces' Tavern wasn't assured preservation until virtually the eleventh hour. Most recently, historic preservationists lost a battle to save a home occupied by Edgar Allan Poe.


Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Save the Stonewall!

Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun

This was one of my favorite views of the Parc Monceau, mysterious and romantic, quiet and tranquil... I had a book of Atget's photographs (edited by Jackie O, no less), that I lost in my fire of '98.

On this, the hottest day of the week, here in the middle of the bustling city a half a world away, I can't help but hear Erik Satie as I
daydream away the afternoon...

I've fallen into the habit of asking friends on their way to Paris to drop by the Parc Monceau for me to say hello... That and Rue du Dragon and the Pont Alexander are among my favorite places to walk in Paris.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

What's the most important news story in LA?

Could it be 38,000 city employees going on strike?

An unprecedented ecological disaster in the Eastern Mediterranean caused by Israeli bombing that threatens the livelihood of at least half a dozen countries and millions of people?

A thousand deaths in Lebanon from the Israeli air raids?

No: it's a nutcase being extradited from Thailand to face a murder charge that he may very well not have committed.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Because They Have No Words: September 2 - 30, 2006

A new play by Tim Maddock & Lotti Louise Pharriss; Directed by Emilie Beck

The story of one man's journey as an animal rescue volunteer in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina.

Reservations are available by calling 818/786-5834 or through TheaterMania.com

Saturday, August 19, 2006

There's a bird trapped in the library...

The header above has a link to the Sherry Frumkin Gallery. And the correct link to the Sydney Indy Media is here. What a difference a little dot came make!

When it comes to speaking out for human rights, I wonder, am I that, "little dot?" Are you?

Celia Cruz at the California African-American Museum

It may technically have already passed, but I really liked that poster for the 2006 International Human Rights Day. While wandering around the web to see what else I'd missed, I found that clever image from the Sydney Indy Media. There's a link to click on to connect with them. I might as well post a link to the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, I thought.

The pas de deux is one of a series by artist Alex Donis, who has a new exhibit at the Shelly Frumkin Gallery. His website appears to be out of date, but I'll get around to checking for the Frumkin Gallery site at Bergamot Station when I have the time.

Today, however, I'm off to the California African-American Museum to see the new exhibition on the life of Celia Cruz.


Universal Declaration of Human Rights