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I am, at heart, a homebody in certain ways. I love to travel because it's glamorous and interesting and because travel is hard and it makes you know yourself. So a bazillion weekends going on little adventures with Patty? Awesome. A few two week trips here and there? Fabulous. Big epic journeys? Kinda set off my control-freak buttons, but totally have their place. Yet, this trip has no clearly defined category and there's very little of it I'm in control of, and so I'm a bit weirded out.
This is, of course, compounded right now by being really artistically busy/productive (both in actuality and in the related to particular narrative matters of my existence playing in my head on the repeat loop of late) and the fact that fall, even as we're starting to edge into the cold crappy part of it (as opposed to the glorious October part of it), is my favorite season, not just in general, but in New York. I write about New York so much, but I don't always talk about the love. Not enough. This is my home and this is my lottery ticket. It leaves me more powerful than most people I know, and it too leaves me wanting and bereft. I talk a lot about my innate melancholia and romanticism; blame my city of decay.
Mostly, I am just a big bucket of oh, shit! about leaving here for five weeks. Does anyone remember if I did this before I went to Australia? Does anyone think that's remotely comparable in anything but duration? I think, maybe the biggest part of the problem is that I'm lacking a framework. Patty goes. I stay home.
I keep trying to tell myself it will be fine. It will, in fact, be good. A sort of hermitting stage -- I won't really have a social life in CH beyond the days Patty comes to visit, and I won't have a very excessive work schedule but for a handful of other days. That means I can be holed up with my laptop the rest of the time and sending files back and forth with the folks I'm doing collaborations with. I'll also be working on stuff for that screenplay competition, and I've not shortage of solo projects that need me. I'll also be flogging the hell out of the Kickstarter fundraising.
When I get to Cardiff, I can unplug for the Thanksgiving week where no one gets anything done anyway. Plus, Patty's better than any ol' city.
New York will survive without me; and Patty plus random Americans in Cardiff will survive my putting on an apron and attempting a feast. It'll all be great. Too bad I know there's really no talking me down about this. It's just going to be like this until it happens.
While I'm being neurotic, things are happening in the world:
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:06 pm (UTC)Comment in my house upon reading this article: "Those FBI agents sound like the stereotypical men in black from the 1950s and 1960s. 'Give us back our thing that you found. Grr.' It's terrifying when Mulder and Scully are more competent than the real FBI."
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:09 pm (UTC)But as for the rest of it, heh, I've seen Bob Parsons in action.
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:28 pm (UTC)Ugh, ugh, ugh. He lives HERE IN MY CITY! And he was already problematic BEFORE this came to light. GAH! I feel filthy, just living in the same town.
My Opa marched into Ohrdruf-Buchenwald with the 89th Infantry in 1945. He was just 19 when he helped liberate that camp. He wouldn't talk to me about the war until after I had lived in Germany and visited a number of KZs. (He cried when I called him from Buchenwald and asked me if I understood why he never talked about it. Boy howdy, did I ever.) If my Opa were alive today, he'd have been the first in line to bang on Iott's front door and BEAT THE FUCK OUT HIM for this.
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:30 pm (UTC)I thought about that in relation to a big reenactment issue here in Georgia: The Moore's Ford Lynching Reenactment. Video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GCQi2jhre4. It's been done for several years, organized by African-American activists, to try and raise awareness of a lynching that many people have a vested interest in forgetting. A lot of (white) people HATE this reenactment and throw all sorts of arguments against it, even though they don't seem to muster up the same vitriol against Civil War reenactments...
But anyway, the first year of the lynching reenactment, the organizers couldn't get any white people to play the KKK lynchers. So the KKK roles had to be played by black people, which must have been pretty psychologically disturbing for the reenactors. The next year, the organizers sent out appeals into the social justice/peace activist community and found some white people (I think they're from the Quakers) to play the roles. One of them is shown in the video.
So I had that reenactment issue sort of in mind as I read up on the Nazi "Wiking" dude. And then I read the details, and oh man, they actually ADMIRED those Nazis and that's why they were doing it in the first place. There was no reason, no understanding of context, that some people would have a problem with this... it just seemed all-around disgusting, offensive, entitled, racist and anti-Semitic. The defenses are just pathetic.
So I wouldn't actually blanket condemn anyone for dressing up/reenacting if it seemed like they had a good reason for it. Like the KKK reenactors... that actually took a lot of courage and was done out of the best intentions and for a good goal. But those Wiking fuckers are just undefendable.
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:34 pm (UTC)And yeah. I've known a few people who have played Nazis in WWII reenactments that were about educating people about the horror of that war, and not about running around playing dress up. And it was serious, uncomfortable, solemn business for the folks, who were willing to take on filling the necessary Nazi roles.
But man, every year when it's "oh, look, Nazis" time at Dragon*Con in the bar, I am pretty unhappy (largely, because there is a fairly responsible core group of WWII reenactors who go to D*C, but when people show up in the bar in Nazi uniforms, no one comes out of that happy. Or shouldn't anyway).
This dude in Ohio, as you say, looks like it was even worse than "oh, pretty uniforms!" which is the usual level of assholery, you see. This was just... I still can't even quite get my head around this existence of that one.
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:38 pm (UTC)It's not like it's inaccurate, it's not like it's being sincerely glorified.
Spend any time in that kind of environment, and I guarantee you're likely to hear worse than anything Sorkin wrote.
It's one thing to get mad at legitimately bigoted language played for laughs, but this is honest stage-setting. BIG FUCK DIFFERENCE.
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:41 pm (UTC)Knee jerk response, though was, "Oh, FINALLY one of them is admitting what we knew of them, all along."
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:42 pm (UTC)1. This is hard and awful and important educationally, so I do as a historian an activist (i.e., like what
2. "Someone has to play the bad guys," where the people involved are not overly bigoted and are trying to justify their fascination, but are not always as sensitive as they should be to people who are affected by this (i.e., wearing their fucking Nazi uniforms to the bar at a con).
3. The dirtbag from Ohio and his buddies.
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:44 pm (UTC)All of this also, somehow tangents into fancy dress parties and the seemingly regular parade of British public figures who get busted at such (or with prostitutes) while dressed up in SS uniforms. Among so many things that makes all this stuff so complicated is the places where it intersects with private desire and real history that people still alive recall.
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:48 pm (UTC)Friendly amendment to "that world is ugly" ?
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:53 pm (UTC)I was afraid of that.
I mean, FFS, I'm German, and you'd have to do some pretty hard convincing about your motives to get me to participate in a reenactment that included Nazi officers (then again, my being German is probably part of the reason why). That's on top of all the skeevyness issues I already have with most historical "re-enactments", especially the ones that gloss over the not-pretty aspects of the period being re-enacted (RenFaires, I'm looking at you, never mind the historically wrong bits).
Then again, my Oma lived through the period in question, so I know from second-hand some of the psychological trauma that comes with being complicit in that shit.
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:54 pm (UTC)I think I have so aggressively consigned it to the past in my own speech because I am just that bitter! It saddens me to know it's still that fucked up though, although I probably shouldn't be that surprised. With things being a little less Wild West online (now that lots of people use the Internet, as opposed to the state of things in 1996), I would have hoped that things had grown up somewhat.
Then again, I have tech-expert female friends who have been hit on crassly and aggressively by a certain well-known mainstream tech company CEO, so really nothing should surprise me.
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Date: 2010-10-13 04:07 pm (UTC)That trauma seems to get passed down. I didn't truly understand the concept of "Germany's National Shame" until I moved there in the late 80s. It was really hammered home by my schoolmates apologizing for WWII.
They ranged from 15 to 18. Not complicit, but they still felt responsible.
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Date: 2010-10-13 04:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-13 04:19 pm (UTC)Rode in the back of pick-up tracks (hey most of the male members of the family owned one at some time of their lives)
Ran through the mosquito stray during the summer
Came home from school to an empty house after school (grade school) because my mother worked as a waitress. She was asleep when we got up to go to school; already left for work when we got home; and didn't get home until about 2 or 3 AM, long after we had gone to bed.
Gone to the beach alone when we were kids and even wander the town.
Jumped from a pavilion to the sand on the beach, about a story or so.
But we survived all that.
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Date: 2010-10-13 04:26 pm (UTC)Some of that is that it's really hard to claim "we could never do such horrible things" when it's your own grandparents telling you the horrible things they did or experienced.
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Date: 2010-10-13 04:50 pm (UTC)Our exchange group had exactly one Jewish girl in it, and at quarterly gatherings, she would tell us about how weird everyone was towards her, as if it was a bad thing to even acknowledge that she was Jewish. She got so frustrated with her schoolmates at one point that she...didn't quite yell, but got pretty intense...that they didn't do it, they weren't responsible, they didn't owe her any apologies, and for the love of Pete, could they please stop dancing around her Jewishness, please ask her any question they wanted, and just treat her like every other student in the school, thank you very much?
She finished her exchange year with a lot less stress and awkwardness after that.