Lyrics: Gun Street Girl

Sometimes I share poetry here, but today I am sharing a song that occasionally echoes in my mind – so perfect are the lyrics, so wistful the tune. A lifetime ago when I was eighteen, I laid on the floor of my big rented house with my best friend Julia and listened to the Tom Waits’ album Raindogs over and over on the record player. It seemed at the time that my life was that record in all its tragic beauty – a feeling one holds dearly when we aren’t sure if the path we’re on is one of our own choosing. If you know this song, you’ll hear it as you read the lyrics, and if you don’t know this song? Go find this album and it will change your life.

Gun Street Girl

Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all the tale
He fell in love with a Gun Street girl and
Now he’s dancing in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the Birmingham jailTook a 100 dollars off a Slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a bran’ new Michigan 20 gauge
Got all liquored up on that roadhouse corn,
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
Bought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
Dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4
Well he left Waukegan at the slammin’ of the door
He left Waukegan at the slammin’ of the door

I said, John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
I said John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home

Sitting in a sycamore in St. John’s Wood
Soakin’ day old bread in kerosene
He was blue as a robin’s egg brown as a hog
Stayin’ out of circulation till the dogs get tired
Stayin’ out of circulation till the dogs get tired

Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never got up in the morning on a Saturday
Sittin’ by the Erie with a bull whipped dog
Tellin’ everyone he saw
They went thatta way
Tellin’ everyone he saw
They went thatta way

Now the rain’s like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington Northern’s pullin’ out of the world
With a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw
And a Gun Street Girl was the cause of it all
A Gun Street girl was the cause of it all

Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge
He heard the click clack tappin’ of a blind man’s cane
Pullin’ into Baker on a New Year’s Eve
With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door
With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door

Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
And she smuggled in a bran’ new pair of alligator shoes
With her fireman’s raincoat and her long yellow hair, well
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire

I said, John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
I said John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
Bangin’ on a table with an old tin cup
Sing I’ll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again
I’ll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again

I said, John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
I said John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home

Aristotle and the demise of philosophy

The other night, after drinking a little too much wine, Brian and I got onto a conversation about philosophers. Yup. Because we’re just that crazy when we drink a few drinks together. We talk about changes to academic paradigms and get all crazy and shit.

Anyhow. I’m engaged in what are essentially philosophic studies at the moment, and it’s occurred to me that while there is this whole category of people we call philosophers historically, we are rare to name someone a philosopher in our current social/academic context. Like pretty much never. Even in the case of people like Slavoj Zizek, or Francis Fukuyama – two theorists who traverse across academic disciplines in an attempt to knit dominant cultural ideas into greater theories. See – just there – I called them theorists. But I just as well could have used the terms sociologist or political scientist. Or I could identify them by sub-discipline – film studies, postmodernism, cultural studies, liberal democracy. You get the idea. Starting in the 1800s, we essentially dropped the term philosopher in exchange for the more specific descriptors of academic field or political persuasion and in doing so, downgraded the philosophic pursuit. Worker-ized it, really. For these specified terms came straight out of the university labour system which has seen a vast transformation over the past century.

While I don’t want to go down that road at the moment, I put all this out there by way of discussing Aristotle – whose Politics – I have been reading this past week. Aristotle is undoubtedly one of philosophy’s greatest grandfathers, someone we are to regard in high esteem because of his expansive mind and early attempts at systematic political study which have influenced western political thought for the past 2500 years. Of course, political forms weren’t the only thing which Aristotle wrote about – for in his day an intellectual (philosopher) traversed the subjects of his world in attempts at theoretical examination and possible. This, of course runs counter to the modern mode of academic specialization (a process of running the mind into a corner rather than allowing it to range across disciplines). We recognize in Aristotle a philosopher of the first rate because of this versatility of mind, even though some of his conclusions are illogical and unfounded — but still, we valorize the attempt at inquiry as what is important. In particular, Aristotle operating outside of a formalized education system (such as we have 2500 years later, and such as he argues for at the end of the Politics) had a blank slate with which to begin working – something that presents a scope both terrifying and liberating for those of us raised up within the confines of industrial education.

Politics is pretty much what it sounds like – an attempt at systematically understanding various political forms, their “perverted” forms and the best forms of political organization given a variety of factors. Aristotle studies across the cities of Greece to observe why various forms have arisen and the pros and cons of them, and spends at least some part of his work refuting Plato’s Republic (which calls for a communitarian style of living including the sharing of women and children across society). If this particular line of inquiry strikes you as interesting, I’ve included a chart that I downloaded from wikipedia below which lays out the various forms of government, their perversions and the various characteristics of each. To go over all that in this reflection would constitute a blog post beyond today’s scope.

More generally what I want to comment on is the faulty foundation of Aristotle’s study – the “natural” state of affairs on which he rests his study. In this conception of natural order, there are three dominances including master-slave, man-woman and man-child – each justified by a somewhat smug “obviously” with little actual argument. Also obvious to Aristotle is the fact that the “good life” to which all cities (the polis) strive is only open to those who do not labour physically or manually (mechanics, labourers and farmers are all excluded from the good life because the good life requires lots of leisure in which to pursue avenues of virtue). And further, all societies need rulers and there are natural forms of government that arise due to this need (monarchy, oligarchy, democracy).

The problem with this starting place is that rather than being an open look at the political possibilities for society, Aristotle confines himself to what is and thus consigns the majority of his society to subjugation. Even in a constitutional government arrangement, the vast majority of people in a city would not have the right to citizenship (mechanics and labourers), or even if they were citizens wouldn’t have the right to vote or hold office (women). Because Aristotle characterizes this as “natural”, he believes reason is on his side as he works his way through the question of what form of political government, never recognizing outloud how his own biases and blinders might be influencing his approach.  According to Aristotle, for example, a most dangerous approach to politics is democracy (the perverted form of constitutional government) for democracy is rule by the poor and might result in property being redistributed and equalized if it were allowed to grow in Greek cities.

On the other hand, the examination that Aristotle takes in Books 2-4 provide a window into the various conditions under which people were living, and the under which people would revolt against their government structures. In Book 5, there is a thorough examination of what creates contempt between a people and their rulers and Aristotle, above all, preaches for benevolent governance no matter what form it takes. In his view, a large middle class is the optimal social composition, and checks on unlimited wealth as well as the degradations of poverty must be enforced in order to ensure than neither of the extreme classes are left to their own devices of accumulation or starvation. Property should be held privately, for example, but with laws stipulating limits on sale or purchase, and with no one inheriting more than one piece of property in a bequeathment. In this way, there should be enough property to go around for all citizens (this whole argument is undermined by the fact that citizens make up the minority of people living in a given city).

In short? Aristotle is searching, in his own time and perspective, for an answer to a question. Like all philosophers he is stumbling a bit because of his context, and wrapping something up in the guise of nature is as cheap appeal to reason as there ever was. But it’s what we expect of philosophers, and the echoes of Aristotle may be found in Machiavelli’s The Prince, in Fukuyama’s Origins of Political Order, and in countless other texts from across the span of intellect (these two come to mind because I’ve just read them, not because of any other links).

Despite missteps, we recognize Aristotle as a philosopher because he searches for the *truth*, because he believes there is a truth to be found. This is something our contemporary theorists have moved away from – relativism having sunk its teeth into the privilege of Euro-centric academia – but it goes some distance to explaining why we have stopped regarding the intellectuals of our time as philosophers. And this lack of regard all round is part of the anti-intellectual current which runs through our modern North American politic. Instead, thinkers are determined as mere researchers, or insulted for being removed by “ivory tower” status – rather than being accepted as a necessary part to understanding and transforming the world in which we live.

While we can’t compare the life and times of Aristotle with those of modern philosophers – the contextual distance is too vast – we can examine the need to return philosophy to a place of status and to embrace the ability of all people to engage in philosophical discourse.  Of course there is a problem with definining absolute truths (the end of history as both Aristotle and Fukuyama both posited they were living in as regards political forms), but we also shouldn’t discount the steps towards greater intellect and understanding. We shouldn’t continue to marginalize the development of human thought.

(Click to get a properly formatted graphic of Aristotle’s political forms)

Sneak peek: Living Room

We’re not quite finished with the living/dining room yet as we are awaiting some artwork, and need to tidy up some (not to mention hang the second curtain) but I snapped a quick shot today so you can see what our new living room colour looks like.

In case you have forgotten (or never been to our house) – the below is what our living room looked like two weeks ago:

The stunning transformation? Take a look at that lovely yellow and the sheer curtains in place of the Ikea panels that we bought when we moved into the house!

It’s not the tidiest in this photo, but you get the idea. Much nicer colour. I promise more photos of our other changes once we get it all fixed up. Yay for Brian’s willingness to paint before the holidays 🙂

 

 

Reflect2011: Eat


As promised last week, I’m going to do a reflection on each of this blog’s themes since that’s an easy entry into reflecting on what’s important going into the new year. In alphabetical order, we then begin with EAT – the category in which I should have more links and don’t because I so rarely document food even though it’s such a central part of our social life. 2011 has actually been a very memorable food year for a number of reasons:

1) The rotating dinner party plan: We have been getting together with our friends Jess, Sam, Caelie, Stephe and Jaclyn almost every month for the past year where we rotate houses for after-work dinners. Although it seems to be faltering a bit at the moment, I’m committed to doing this again in 2012 either with the same group or a new group – or some combination – because it’s been such a great way to get to know some friends better and because we all have a love of cooking and eating which is much better when shared with others (right?). Seven or eight seems to be the right number for such a venture – meaning that no household should have to cook more than three dinners in a year and giving plenty of time for food ideas to percolate between hosting.

2) Dinner in bed: There is no schedule or plan to this, but about once every two months Brian and I fix dinner and go to bed as soon as we get home from work. It’s usually some kind of tapas-meal – cheese, olives, flatbread, coldcuts – and chocolate for dessert with a glass of wine or three. Sometimes we watch a movie afterwards, or have a bath – but there’s a decadence to just jettisoning evening chores in favour of taking time together, and eating yummy things. You know how good breakfast in bed is? Dinner in bed is better.

3) Birthday Dinner: For my 38th birthday, Brian organized a surprise dinner which included flying a friend down from Bella Coola for a visit! The food was pretty good, but most memorable was the gathering in which I got to see a bunch of friends and have an awesome evening. Plus it was the first time I ever got a surprise party from anyone!

4) Brian’s Birthday Dinner: For Brian’s birthday, I hosted an eleven-person dinner using all Greek recipes. I even made new table linens for the occasion. And it was incredible. Somehow I’ve got to top that all for his 40th which is coming in a few short months!

5) Dave’s Burger Party: This party was well documented, you can read about it elsewhere on my blog. I still think this is the coolest food idea I’ve ever had for a party and we will definitely be doing this again. Every summer at least once.

6) Zuchinni Cake: I found the best zuchinni cake recipe ever this year and can hardly wait for next summer’s squash crop to do it again. Seriously, it’s as good as the best carrot cake you’ve ever had (I love carrot cake).

7) Thanksgiving in NYC. We had Canadian Thanksgiving in New York City with my in-laws. Brian learned how to debone a turkey from his brother. Far too much alcohol was consumed leaving us with a bit mess to clean-up afterwards. Not my idea of a fun night, but memorable for sure.

8 ) Canning: As always we canned a ridiculous amount of food this summer – more than last year. And as always, I complained mid-way through that it just seemed crazy to do so much work. But now that we are entering December and I have regular fresh, home-made preserves, veggies and condiments to draw on I take it all back. I *love* having a surplus of summer goodness in the basement, and it represents a real cost savings, plus adds a variety to our menu we wouldn’t otherwise have. As always I wish that we had canned more tomato products, and next year I’d like to venture a little more into liqueurs since the sage/lemon/honey/vodka infusion I made this year has turned out rather nicely (I decanted it on the weekend).

I am going to do a further reflection on changes to my diet in the past year that I feel good about – but in general 2011 has been a great food year, with lots of social indulgences and parties that I hope will continue into the New Year. Food is so much better shared, and is something worth labouring over to get the best possible result!

The Book of Job: A blow-by-blow

The first of my required readings for January, the Book of Job is ultimately about the test of life, the unknowability of God’s purpose, and the central question: “Why do bad things happen to good people?”. Unlike the Biblical text of Genesis, which we read in the first semester, Job contains only a single story – that of Job’s suffering at the hands of God. A God who seems to want to prove something to the angel Satan about the worthiness of Job, but also wants to prove something to man about his own power. In my first reflection here, I have attempted only to breakdown the book in order to better understand its structure and message. The Book of Job is essentially a long dialogue between Job, four people who come to sit with him, and God. There is a dramatic arc in the story as the arguing and insults from the friends intensify against Job’s denials of wrong-doing.  Ultimately God appears in the story’s climax and gives a long speech in which he asserts his ability to know all things, unlike Job’s persecuting friends. There is certainly much to break down in Job’s long speech (near the end) as in God’s – but for this first pass I am attempting only a synopsis.

Chapter One: We are introduced to Job, a man with seven sons and three daughters, thousands of livestock and many servants. One of the greatest people in the land of Uz. God and Satan are looking down on the earth and God praises Job to which Satan says – if you curse him, see how quickly he will turn against you and “curse thee to thy face”. God takes the challenge, saying I will test Job and you will see, but Satan, do not touch him.

Then all the calamities befall Job – his livestock are stolen and his servants of the field killed, some other livestock are burned in a fire from heaven along with the servants that tended them. The sons and daughters are killed when a great wind strikes the house in which they are eating, crushing the four walls of the house inwards.

Job is told of these things in turn and so tears his clothes, shaves his head and prays to God. “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return; the LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.”

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