From
seishonagon:
Comment on this post. I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along, if you like.She gave me: barbie's cradle, debian, eugene smith, fluxbox, gnome, lady margaret boat club, social distortion, rotoscope.
Barbie's Cradle was a Philippine pop act, fronted by
Barbie Almalbis. I was back in the 'pinas in 2001 and Barbie's Cradle was all over the airwaves. The hit at the time was "Money for Food":
"Sing all you like! 'Cause people still need money for food . . ."
My cousin bought me the "music from the buffet table" album, and I was hooked. Songs like
"Dear Paul" (solo acoustic, schoolgirl-crush song; best lyric: "My favorite addiction was named after you") and "Shiny Red Balloon" ("I'm keeping my affair in a book/ so this is how a villain feels").
Barbie came a bit too late in my life to do maximum good. This is schoolgirl/boy music, not particularly difficult lyrics. It can be sentimental.
The writing can seem a bit forced if you don't speak Tagalog at the same time--she's really writing/singing in Tagalog, but using English words. "Money for Food," for instance, kind of makes sense in English, but makes a lot more sense when you realize that it feels like a verbatim translation from Tagalog.
In the end, Barbie's Cradle--along with the other Philippine pop acts I've come to love--are my way of staying Filipino. It makes me Filipino in a way that isn't necessarily determined by my parents. Barbie might cover "Langit na Naman" (a hit for Hotdog in the '70s), and I might sing along, but she makes the song hers, and I make it mine.
Eugene Smith. In my less-responsible, fuck-the-man, rock-and-roll photographer pipedreaming days, I used to think that I might escape the world and become a photojournalist.
W. Eugene Smith would have been my role model, and my hero. He had worked for
Life and eventually the Magnum photo agency. He was great at depicting
people under stressful situations--Marines in the Pacific, a country doctor on his rounds, Dr. Schweitzer in Africa, Haitian lunatics in an asylum, the pollution victims of Minamata. His work is striking, artful; it exhibits both technical skill and emotional sensitivity.
As a photographer, I tended to sneer at the
f/64 bigots. While I respect Ansel Adams as a technician, I have found that the followers of Saint Ansel are an overbearing bunch. They obsess too much about the mathematics and chemistry of photography, often at the expense of actually getting out there and capturing emotionally-powerful images. Smith was actually every bit as obsessive about technique as Adams, but he actually got
out there and got dirty covering people, giving us a sense of who his subjects were. Smith, I think, strikes a better working balance between technique, bravery, and perception--the three things that make a good photojournalist.
Lady Margaret Boat Club.
viva laeta Margareta beatorum insulis/ si possimus, fuerimus semper caput flumenis!(Late medieval "Latin," RAH!)
What would my life have been without my stint in the
LMBC? In my first week at
St. John's, the boat club was out there recruiting aggressively. A few conversations and a few drinks with the scarlet-blazered boaties and I found myself novicing. I was a terrible rower--not fit enough, not tall enough, not anything enough. I never rowed in any of the Upper Boats (the 1st and 2nd VIIIs) or even in the top of the Lower Boats (3rd VIII). My 5th Novice VIII was an almost comically bad boat.
I found myself back in the boats during Easter Term of 2000. Maggie (that's the Boat Club) was short rowers that term. I had been drinking one night and found myself sitting in a boat the next morning. Again, our 5th May VIII was a catastrophically bad boat--but we at least preserved the honour of the LMBC by keeping the reserved spot on the
Bumps Chart. We also avoided the ignominy of being bumped four days in a row--"getting our spoons."
I will never forget how I felt rowing in the May Bumps. I might have been in a low boat, but, as one of the other Maggie rowers was telling me as I sat on the bank, waiting for the starting cannon: "It won't matter that you're just the fifth boat. When you get around Grassy [a bow-side corner on the
Bumps course], you'll hear all the Bufties [alumni/former rowers] cheer. They don't care that you're just the Fifth Boat. They don't care that this is the Fourth Division. All they're going to see is the colour of your blades when you square away, and they'll be yelling just because it's a Maggie boat that's come around the corner."
Rowing for Maggie made me
somebody at college: it gave me something in common with a lot of other people-- two-thirds of my matriculation year spent at least one term in the LMBC. All of my best college friends had been Maggie men (and women).
And there's really nothing more "Cambridge" than rowing: it socialised me very quickly. It made my transition to that environment that much easier.
Rotoscope. Technically, this is the method of animation where one films a live actor, then traces the resulting film frame-by-frame. In this context, though, it's a local rock act that seems to have gone on indefinite (permanent?) hiatus. Yes, there's a female vocalist. Yes, shes hot. But they did have a song, "Drive," whose lyrics I really loved:
"You know how hard it is driving west at sunset/ looking past the tears through dirty glasses and a foggy windshield . . ."
Social Distortion No female vocalist here. I don't know if you remember, but back in the day
Ball and Chain was one of my favorite songs. Country/punk, desperation, drunkenness, and despair--in the key of C.
It had a lot of resonance with me back when I was on the Certamen circuit, believe it or not.
Debian, Fluxbox, GNOME. I'll take these three together, since they really go together. I'd been interested in UNIX and UNIX-like operating systems back in college, but wasn't technical enough to take the plunge. Many of my friends were engineers and mathematicians--they had Linux workstations. One of my friends--an historian !-- ran RedHat as his principal OS long before it was the cool thing to do.
Windows has abstracted away a lot of functions to the point that I don't really understand what's going on in my computer anymore. Migrating to Linux hasn't been easy, but I do like the fact that I have a lot of control over what I do with my computer and what my computer does for me. Running Linux, I can have as much abstraction as I need or want.
The
Debian Project is a Linux distribution that has spawned a number of "Debian Daughter" distributions, of which my preferred distro,
Ubuntu, is the most widespread. Debian has some upsides: it's a very community-run, community-centered project. It's a huge project. It does
everything. And if the Linux kernel has been adapted for your architecture, odds are that you can use Debian on that architecture.
I'm also a big fan of their .deb/apt package management.
Fluxbox is a super-minimal graphical user environment. It's my second-favorite GUI--it has a certain old-school badassitude to it. It's highly configurable. It's very light in terms of system resource use.
My "default" GUI in Linux is
Gnome. I actually went to Ubuntu over other Linux distributions because it was a "GNOME by default," distro, and I wanted something other than
KDE 3.0 (which was what I was using back when I ran SuSE 9.1).