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A variety of technology has allowed students at the Florida School for the Deaf and the Blind to gain freedom and independence, says Paula Brannon, the school's technology resource instructor for the Blind Department.
Advances in technology at this acclaimed school allow special-needs students more freedom and control over their education.
The Florida School for the Deaf and the Blind has long been a national leader in educating students with sensory impairments from pre-K through 12th grade. It's the largest such school in the country, boasts a graduation rate of 99 percent and propels more than two-thirds of those graduates toward a higher education.
Today, this 123-year-old public boarding school, which has grown to more than 893 students and 47 buildings, is leading the way into the digital age by incorporating advances in educational technology — including not only the breakthroughs designed for the blind/visually impaired and deaf/hard-of-hearing, but innovatively using more mainstream hardware and software.
As a result, FSDB's blind graduates are heading into the workforce with computer skills; some have gone on to become court and medical transcriptionists. "They've moved into that computer space for the first time," says Paula Brannon, the school's technology resource instructor for the Blind Department. She adds that one alumnus has built a business as a "white-hat hacker," someone who tries to break into computer networks so the businesses using them can improve their security.
"When I first began teaching deaf children, we didn't have nearly the number of computers or the knowledge of what to do with them," says middle school teacher Colette Cook, for whom the "olden days" were barely seven years ago.
Educational technology has since enveloped FSDB's now-wireless campus, from the interactive whiteboards in every deaf classroom to the one-to-one notebook program for blind high school students.
All receive standard computer keyboard training in their early elementary years. In her own classes, Brannon introduces the concept of computerized files and documents by having her students feel their way through the folders and papers in her filing cabinet. "We start low tech," she says.
The process continues as Brannon regularly takes carts full of notebooks to the classroom for grades three through five. Students in grades six through eight make daily trips to the school's computer labs to use their desktops. And the 91 high school students tote around their own HP 6000 or 6100 notebooks.
As students become familiar with Microsoft Windows, they use the Window-Eyes or JAWS (Job Access With Speech) for screen reading. They find and open files by navigating the desktop with the directional keys.
"Whatever text is on the screen, the screen reader will say it out loud and it will show in Braille," Brannon continues. A computerized Braille display set just in front of the keyboard uses changing configurations of tiny pins to create the appropriate symbols.
Another big step forward for the school's blind students and their teachers has been their use in the past three years of the DAISY (Digital Accessible Information System) Consortium's software players, which look like CD players with a keypad on top and which have replaced books on tape with interactive books on CD.
"I had to use those ugly tapes," recalls Brannon, who herself is visually impaired.
Now users can navigate by chapters or subheadings and bookmark along the way. "If every chapter has a vocabulary list, you can bookmark those lists and then quickly travel through the bookmarks," she says.
The same holds true for FSDB's deaf/hard-of-hearing students, for whom interactive whiteboards have become part of the daily classroom experience. These whiteboards enable users to project, mark up and manipulate computer files, Web pages and DVD content and then save the results.
So Cooper got the book on tape and over the next weeks translated, via sign language, the contents to her students, who came up and illustrated each episode on the electronic board. "Every day, we'd do more of the story and add to the pictures," which multiplied to more than 50, she adds.
Cook also has students move words and phrases to create the correct order in sentences. "It's much harder to pick up sentence structure without being able to hear it," she says.
Screens that speak and electronic whiteboards that interact have made a big difference to the students and teachers at the Florida School for the Deaf and the Blind. But some of the same assistive technologies have plenty to offer less specialized schools, especially as they try to meet the escalating demands of No Child Left Behind.
Screen-reading software is benefiting students with dyslexia and other language-based learning disabilities. And organizations such as Recording for the Blind & Dyslexic make their growing collections of books on interactive CD available for use by dyslexic students on the same DAISY software players used by students at FSDB.
For the past three years, the Iowa Department of Education studied the effects of screen readers on seventh- and eighth-grade students with mild to moderate disabilities and deficient reading scores. The researchers found that programs that pronounce the on-screen text led those students to double the information they were able to take in and to increase their reading comprehension.
And since screen readers — and a newer generation of reading pens, which voice the sections of text they pass over — are also able to translate and pronounce words into languages such as Spanish, they have become a promising tool for ELL/ESL programs.


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Is this forum being renamed www.bbc.co.uk/old-git?
I don't think we need the whole BBC web site posted to this forum - just the link: www.bbc.co.uk/news would do I think.
Of course I could be wrong...
-- Just (asking@question.com), August 26, 1999
If that's where we can get accurate info, breaking it out is fine by me.
-- Chuck, a night driver (rienzoo@en.com), August 26, 1999.
To Just:
You are wrong, dead wrong. What this collection of articles, gathered together, shows is an appalling pattern of irresponsibility around the world.
-- Peter Errington (petere@ricochet.net), August 26, 1999.
I imagine if these articles did not support the sysops point of view they would be quickly deleted.
-- Y2K Pro (y2kpro1@hotmail.com), August 26, 1999.
Well geeeeeeeeez, if old geezer git has the stamina to post at that stuff, I say let him/her do it. You know what they say about keeping on old geezers mind active.
-- anti-chainsaw (tree@hugger.com), August 26, 1999.
Pro, it's even possible that they support your veiw, but it would take more than your imagination to find out.
-- KoFE (your@town.USA), August 26, 1999.
History at this forum shows that if Old Git posts something, it is relevent. If you don't like it, don't read it.
-- an Old Git fan (rcarver@inacom.com), August 26, 1999.
I'm glad to know y2k pro can imagine!
Hold the pickles, hold the lettuce, special orders don't upset us
-- Johnny (JLJTM@BELLSOUTH.NET), August 26, 1999.
I think that was a good BBC series on what is happening around the world. Remember these are our trading partners. We do not live in a vacuum in the US, and our economy depends very much on theirs. Can you say, "global depression"?
BTW, Old Git, the Kenya piece contained a repeat of the Italian analysis. What is going on with Kenya? Thanks for all your effort!
-- Margaret (janssm@aol.com), August 26, 1999.
I like bbc and ole git!
-- Moore Dinty moore (not@thistime.com), August 26, 1999.
Old Git,
Keep posting that news, and ignore those who can't comprehend the relevance. We don't get solid news from our own media. The British news has been more on target and current than what I find here in the US. World events are what will trigger the recession, so let's stay on top of that scene. Thanks.
-- Gordon (gpconnolly@aol.com), August 26, 1999.
Thanks to all of you for your kind remarks. Sometimes I wonder if the more inventive trolls post provocative sentiments just so that we waste time defending ourselves and each other, rather than doing what we should be doing--infecting others with our meme! Oh, sorry, had a bit of a troll attack; it's all right, it's gone now.
Sorry about the Italian/Kenyan screw-up. The Kenya info appears below. If you go to this site, you'll find a box about Y2K in other countries. The main URL takes you to the BBC's UK status site. It's worth a trip, there's more info and good links there.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/hi/english/static/millennium_bug/bugtown/default .stm
(Er, the hotlink provided by Just doesn't take you to anything BBC-related.)
Kenya faces potential power-supply problems over the New Year as the millennium bug takes effect. Despite being ahead of most other African countries, independent surveys show Y2K preparations lag behind more developed countries. One big problem facing Kenya is computer dumping. Many businesses rely on second hand computers, imported from Europe. Many are old, reconditioned machines that are not Year 2000 compliant - but few companies can afford new machines.
Government efforts
The Kenyan government started taking steps to eliminate the bug in October 1997, with the launch of a taskforce to look into the effect of the millennium bug within government ministries and departments. Then in November 1998 the Kenya Year 2000 National Co-ordination Initiative was launched.
The taskforce has been looking at private and public sectors, with the aim of making them all millennium compliant. Despite being commended by a leading American taskforce, it looks likely that full compliance will not be achieved in time and contingency plans are being made in the event of problems.
But many sectors rely on gas and electrical supplies so there is a huge potential for disruption, which would damage the country's economy.
Used to problems
The consolation for Kenya is that power cuts are not uncommon and many shops and businesses, particularly in Nairobi, have back-up generators to keep computers and electronic tills working.
Another potential problem for Kenya is health care. The health ministry has estimated there are about 200 computers and many items of medical equipment that could be affected.
According to a government report, most private hospitals have eliminated the Y2K bug. But in the public sector, doctors and nurses have been advised to decide on back-up plans in case a particular piece of medical equipment fails.
And one long-term problem is the worry that laboratory testing equipment and ultrasound scanners may have problems well into the new year.
-- Old Git (anon@spamproblems.com), August 26, 1999.
I can sympathize with Y2KPro. So much information -- so little consolation -- it's not easy to deal with when you just wish the whole damn mess would go away.
It would be much more restful for Y2KPro simply to avoid sources of acute discomfort, such as this Forum. Continuing to return here may suggest that something more than one individual's pro bono effort is involved.
-- Tom Carey (tomcarey@mindspring.com), August 26, 1999.
The difference in what subjects are covered and the attitude towards the subject (world-wide and incident-based from the UK ireports, and government-spun "conclusions" and "sound bites" and "predictions" from the US media). The US media are unifirmly "concluding" and "advising" what to do, not reporting the facts (and uncertainities), not investigating the background information given them about the subject, and are presentign "headlines" that mask the actual information deep inside the reports.
Now, what's reporting, and what's propaganda?
-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Kennesaw, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), August 26, 1999.
So much doesn't come out here, we need to get it from overseas. Too bad we are still so isolationist. Thanks, OG.
-- Mara Wayne (MaraWayne@aol.com), August 26, 1999.
Warning to trolls and pollies:
Git your hands off our Old Git!
-- Sandmann (Sandmann@alasbab.com), August 26, 1999.
Golly Y2K Pro,
The fact that you still post, and post, and post here, even though you think Y2K is a bump might be indicative of the Sysops broad Y2K tolerance range... ya think?
Go... Git... Go!
-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), August 26, 1999.
aking of the BBC site, here's the headline in the Business section for the Friday 8/27 edition:
Y2K bug warning for software firms
http://news.bbc.co.uk/hi/english/business/the_economy/ newsid_431000/431250.stm
-- Tim (pixmo@pixelquest.com), August 26, 1999.

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A recent USA Today article claimed that as many as 50,000 persons in the US take part, at least occasionally, in the hobby of Civil War reenactment. One of the most impassioned and enthusiastic students of local history that I met at the History Faire at the County Fair in Columbus, NJ last week was the solitary Civil War reenactor who bivouacked at the entrance to our tent each of those four sticky searing days.
Edwin L. Kaewell hopes to capitalize on the resurgence in interest for reenactment for the 150th anniversary of the Civil War by forming a squad for the 23rd Regiment NJ Volunteers—a regiment in which at least two Riverton residents served during the Civil War.
Gerald photographed all 3 sides; then I joined the views.
Many reenactors assume a "persona," of a historical character which they create, complete with backstory, while others represent real people. Using first-person interaction, Civil War reenactors often recreate the daily activities, thoughts, and behavior of these characters and speak as if they were living in the 1860s.
Historical interpreters staging a living history encampment stay in character as Civil War soldiers, giving visitors the feeling that they are learning first-hand about life in the 1860s. All participants–presenters and spectators–engaging in such an authentic living history experience will probably understand the legacy of freedom and unity that the Civil War bestowed upon our Nation as well as the soldier's experience and sacrifice in a way that no book can convey.
Imagine a future July Fourth in which a squad of Civil War reenactors dressed in their Prussian blue woolen coats, sky-blue trousers, and heads topped with kepis marches in the parade or stages an encampment as part of those festivities.
Even better—imagine if we in the HSR could give enough research and support to the unit that would encourage some members to role-play the part of a historical Rivertonian and incorporate actual events into their person's backstory.
To mark the Sesquicentennial of the Civil War, each of the participating historical societies at the Burlington County Farm Fair displayed information and artifacts relevant to their respective community's response to the conflict. A check of past newsletters shows that the topic has received little attention, except as it related to other subjects, so we have some catching up to do.
With so many Civil War history and genealogy enthusiasts, quite possibly, some readers of this column may have a head start on us, so we sincerely invite anyone with more facts or suggestions for sources of information to please contact us.
What we are initially looking for are additional names of Civil War veterans who have spent some part of their life in Riverton, either before entering service or afterward. A preliminary examination of records yielded at least 16 veterans' names associated with at least eight different regiments in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. See that veterans list here. We appeal to our readers to dust off those family albums and shake those family trees to see if we missed anyone.
Ultimately, a comprehensive treatment of Riverton's response to the Civil War needs to include much more—the actions of women on the home front while men were at war; the support of some normally pacifist-believing Quakers who fought to defend their abolitionist views; the effects of conscientious objectors; the influence and support of clubs, fraternities, churches, and various institutions; and the contributions of the business community to the war effort, and more will all be investigated.
The following brief abstract of the 23rd NJ Volunteer Infantry Regiment is part of the research on Riverton and the Civil War which we exhibited, and we post it here as a down payment on what is certain to be a larger body of research over the course of this four-year observance of the Civil War's Sesquicentennial. The chronicle of this unique regiment may stir someone to enlist in Edwin Kaewell's reenactment unit or perhaps support his effort materially.
A short biographical sketch of the two known Rivertonian members of the Jersey Yahoos completes this segment. Here is the bio for Private Job K. Bell and here is the bio for Private Albert VanSciver.
The New Jersey Civil War 150th Anniversary Committee's website plays a large part in our state's observation and commemoration of New Jersey's part in the Civil War.
This comprehensive National Park Service site has a unique search feature which allows searching by a soldier's name as well as searching through lists of names in any regiment.
The Civil War Trust has been involved in historic preservation efforts since 1987, and has saved over 30,000 acres of America's Civil War battlefield land.
Very nice report on the History Faire and the initial attempts of the HSR to identify Riverton's Civil War veterans. We cannot, unfortunately, number Job K. Bell among those soldiers and sailors that served from Riverton as he never resided within the bounds of the borough. In the 1850 federal census, he is living with his family as a 4-year-old in Cinnaminson Township, but outside of Riverton. In 1860, at age 15, Job resided with the Thomas Owen(s) family, who resided immediately north of the Asbury Methodist Church along the Burlington Turnpike. He mustered in two years later at age 17 as your bio states, but, again, he did not do so from Riverton, despite the information to the contrary provided in the biographical sketch.
Something did not seem right in the description accompanying the Garrigues's Cash Grocer post card. I know the Matlack store occupied the corner of Chester and Main since the nineteenth century, which would preclude the Garrigues market from being there. After carefully examining the post card image and reviewing Sanborn maps, I can tell you that Garrigues's store stood at the northeast corner of Chester and 3rd at the site of the building currently housing the Moorestown Friends School Thrift Shop. If you look closely at the building appearing through the porch on the right, you will see that it is the Moorestown railroad station.
Feel free to pass this information on to the card's owner.


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31-Year-Old Becomes First Person to Climb Yosemite's El Capitan with No Ropes
By Spooky onJune 6th, 2017 Category: News
Alex Honnold, a 31-year-old mountain climber from Northern California, recently became the first person ever to climb the 3,000-foot high El Capitan granite wall in Yosemite National Park, without any ropes or other safety equipment.
Hannold pulled-off the historic, death-defying "free solo" climb on Saturday, June 4th, reaching the top of El Capitan in just 3 hours and 56 minutes. All he used as gear was a bag of chalk powder to improve his grip on the slippery granite. To make his job a little easier, the young climber climbed the wall several times before, using ropes, and marked every toe and finger-hold he would use during his free climb, with chalk. Even so, the challenge was monumental, and his success prompted Alpinist Magazine to write "This is indisputably the greatest free solo of all time."
Real-Life Spider-Man Climbs 1,500-Foot Rock Wall without Any Safety Equipment
By Sumitra onFebruary 12th, 2014 Category: News
American rock climber Alex Honnold has had an incredibly good (and miraculously lucky) start to 2014. He managed to climb El Sendero Luminoso, a 1,500 foot wall, without the use of any safety gear.
Alex is being dubbed a 'real-life Spiderman', but I wouldn't agree with that moniker because even Spiderman spun a web and used it to swing across walls. But Alex uses just his bare hands and fingers to climb.
He recently ascended a 1,500 foot limestone big-wall route called El Sendero Luminoso in Mexico. While most parties generally take two days to complete the climb, Alex completed it in just three hours, by clinging to tiny crevices all the way up. "I would stop at the occasional good foothold and shake it out, but for the most part I kept a very steady pace," he said.


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By: Chris Smith
New South Wales State Transit has introduced an email alerts service developed to notify customers directly when their service is
New South Wales State Transit has introduced an email alerts service developed to notify customers directly when their service is changing or is to be affected by a planned event.
You can select route(s) that you wish to be sent updates about and will then be informed via email of any planned service changes that directly affect those routes. You can update your details as often as they like, using a chosen username and password.
The email alerts system allows you to stay up to date with changes to your bus service.
You will receive advance warning of any timetable or route changes or any enhancements to services or altered terminal arrangements and diversions during major events such as for New Year's Eve, World Youth Day or Mardi Gras.
This service will also complement existing forms of passenger information, such as the distribution of flyers, posters on board buses and breaking news online, to ensure that service information reaches the largest possible target audience.
Customers are invited to register online for email alerts at www.alerts.sydneybuses.info.


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This was The Verve's only #1 hit in the UK.
This was released the day after Princess Diana's death. Until Elton John played his reworked version of "Candle In The Wind" at her funeral, this was the song that captured the grief of the nation the most.


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A lot of guys like oneself will have Googled in search of a Chinese wife. A lot more usually than not, these guys come away disheartened. It is typically accepted the mail order bride web sites for Chinese ladies are really pricey. You can count on to pay a lot more than twenty U.S dollars just for a single woman's e mail address in some circumstances. Not only that but several of these web sites have a reputation for fraud. The females advertised on them are fabricated – just images with fake details.
Reform was not totally absent in the final years of the Qing dynasty. Official discourse, at least overseas, marked the adjustments that China had created in lowering foot-binding. Wu Tingfang for example, a Chinese diplomat, lauded the actions of the Anti-Footbinding Society," and denigrated the practice of foot-binding. In this case, regardless of whether Wu Tingfang truly believed what he was saying or not, the motives have been clear – – China was countering her reputation for getting barbaric and backwards by lauding a modify to a custom that Westerners identified reprehensible. Altering it helped to attraction help and boost Chinese prestige and aid in the attempts to elevate itself to an equal status among the loved ones of nations.
Communism brought the vote, giving females the privilege to vote for the Communist party. Although this element of women's political liberation was dubious, it was married to a lot more tangible rewards. Communists viewed the authority that husbands exercised over their wives as the fourth oppression upon them, beyond the other three of state, clan, and religion. Books like A Daughter of Han show this in the most extreme version, with Ning Lao getting unable to leave her husband due to custom and social rigidity. A single benefit of getting a woman politically, a single that continues, is an less difficult capacity to engage in protests which otherwise may well be repressed. Government troops which may well be willing to shoot protesting guys are typically significantly significantly less willing to shoot mothers and wives. Hence, the practice of females getting principal agents in protests continues to right now.
The transformation of China over the last forty years as it has transitioned to a industry economy from a socialist program has had tremendous effects far beyond economics, and the part of females in society is not excluded. Sex is one thing that sells beneath capitalism, and an improved sexualization of females has re-emerged in advertising and public displays. A contrast among a female fashion model for say, perfume, compared to a 1950s display of a female welder, is a startling disjuncture.
Asian girls are excellent. Nonetheless, some Asian girls are far better than other. Out of all Asian females, Chinese girls are a significantly far better selection for a foreigner than, say, the Japanese. Let's figure out why Chinese females are far better than Japanese.
Any although both Chinese and Japanese girls are equally shy, there is a single point that several Western guys have noticed when dating Japanese females. Most of the instances, Japanese females act shy, given that in their society it is acceptable for a woman to be shy. In their private lives, behind closed doors, Japanese females are usually way also distinct.
Last but not least – sex. Chinese females are a lot more open-minded than the Japanese when it comes to sex. Even even though China tries to develop an image that the country is not interested in sex (which is funny provided the population number), behind closed doors Chinese females are really adventurous about sex and are interested in every little thing that has to do with sex.
A single of the excellent items that differ Chinese from Westerners is the way both cultures deal with funds. Westerners are organic spenders and choose to live for the moment, although producing tiny preparation for the future. This is specifically correct in huge economies like the United States, where enormous consumption has contributed to putting several families in debt. Chinese folks are significantly a lot more controlled when dealing with funds and saving is element of their culture. The Chinese government takes tiny responsibility for the future of its folks and it is up to each and every individual to secure their retirement by means of savings and investments. Due to the truth that Chinese folks have gone by means of extended periods of poverty in the past, they know how to value funds and are accustomed to functioning tough in order to get it. A recent study has shown that the average US household debt is 136% of household revenue, compared to 17% for the Chinese.
If you are experiencing this sort of problems with your Chinese wife, the greatest remedy will be no other than conversation. Locating a middle ground among these two mentalities will often be your greatest bet. Inter-cultural relationships are far from getting straightforward, but it can be tremendously helpful if the couple manages to unite the greatest of the two worlds. Honestly, getting controlled with funds is a virtue, which both parts can benefit from. Possibly a single remedy to the difficulty would be to establish an allowance. You could hand over a percentage of the revenue to your Chinese woman, although keeping the rest to devote as you please.
Getting attracted to Asian females isn't weird, it isn't a 'fetish' or 'yellow fever' nor does it suggest you are in some way unable to manage a connection with a woman of your own race. On the contrary, I'd say it implies you have understood what makes you satisfied – what would make any man satisfied if they have been to admit it, that you are willing to take a likelihood, to step out of the box to look for happiness.
I believe there are any causes, some unconscious that make us attracted to Asian females. Some are sexual of course. Asian females have excellent hairless skin, tough bodies and those feminine virtually feline facial functions that are so alluring. Asian females http://top10chinesedatingsites.com/ do not get fat as they age. In truth, Asian females keep desirable far longer than Western females (it aids that they never live the 'fast life' as significantly).
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Jeans To Fit Your Body Shape.
This is a post I put together on finding the perfect jeans to fit your body shape, from hourglass and pair shape, bigger and smaller buts, tall and petite etc.
Denim And Its Stretch Factor.
This is a post I put together on the difference in denim and how it stretches. Which denim is best at keeping it's shape and which stretches out the most etc.
How To Hem You Jeans With The Original Hem.
This is a post I put together with pictures and information on how to hem your jeans with the original hem. It doesn't involve cutting the hem off and it doesn't require really neat stitching.
The Double Denim Trend And How To Wear It.
This is a post I put together on how to wear the really popular double denim trend. Which shades to pair together and which shades to avoid when trying this trend.
The History Of The Wonderful Fabric, Denim!
This is a post I put together explaining and finding out where denim came from and how the trends have varied over the years! From cowboys and workers to 80's skinny jeans and 21st century denim trends!
How To Find The Perfect Skinny Jeans.
This is a post I put together detailing all of the information and knowledge I have on finding the perfect fitting skinny jeans. From pocket placement and length to fit and what shapes suit what skinny jeans, it's all in this post.
How To DIY Dip Dye Ombre Your Denim.
This is a video that I put together showing how I dip dyed ombre my denim shorts. It's really simple and easy to do and it's explained in detail in the video.
This is a chart that I put together on the different denim brands and their sizing. Some run bigger than others and some run smaller, while the rest could be true to size.
This is a round up of my 8 favourite jeans of all time! Sometimes I get new jeans and want to add them to list, while others I want to remove. This is a pretty accurate round up of my favourite jeans though.
This is a round up of the best flat shoes to pair with your ankle peg jeans. It includes classic flats, quirky flats, boots and more!
Another round up, this time on the best denim brands with a price tag under $100! Check it out to get great fits and jeans, for less money!
This is a post I put together on how to get authentic designer jeans at a cheap price! It includes sample sale websites, eBay and more!
When Summer comes around, everyone needs their essentials! This is a round up of the essential denim items you need for the hot weather.
Much like the Summer denim essentials above, this round up is for the essential denim items you need to transition into the cooler months of Autumn.
This is a round up of the best denim to get during the Fall/Autumn months! It includes the seasonal colours, fabrics, prints and more!
White jeans are more versatile than you think! I put this post together showcasing how you can transition white jeans through every season of the year!
This is a post showcasing how you can style white jeans for Winter! Similar to my post above, it proves white jeans aren't only for Summer!
This is a post I put together of famous icons like Marilyn Monroe, Elvis Presley, James Dean etc wearing denim throughout the years. Very interesting!
Petite women sometimes need extra help when searching for the perfect pair of jeans! I put this post together showcasing the best jeans, styles and fits for shorter ladies.
Black jeans can be tricky to find! Getting the right shade and colour is a big deal, so I've put together this post to help you find the perfect pair as well as how to care for them!
Denim trends come and go, but these are my top 5 denim trends of all time and are still my favourites to date! See which trends made the cut!
If you want to give someone the gift of denim for the holidays, use this post as a guide! It features lots of different ideas made from denim as great gifts.
This is a round up of the best skinny jeans, their fits and what shoes to wear with them, all for the ladies! It also included a key component in footwear, Keysocks!
Winter time is different for every country, some places have a warmer winter, while others have it freezing cold. This is a post on dressing for Winter in the UK.
Camo print jeans can be deemed a little bit tough and masculine, which isn't always the look you want. I put together this post on how to make them feminine.
YouTube is always a go to of mine when I have DIY ideas! I listed my top 5 distressed denim DIY tutorials and you can try them out too!
Much like the video above, this one features 5 different denim DIY tutorials from YouTube, however these aren't just for distressed denim. They are the top 5 for all DIY ideas!
Denim Shirts quickly became a huge trend, almost as big as jeans, so I put together this post on the different styles, cuts and ideas on how to wear them.
This one I added in just for fun! We feature so many different celebs on DenimBlog and these were our winning outfits from 2012!
Also, just for reference, the jean pocket I used for the image in this post is my own jeans design. I got to design a pair of jeans myself from scratch for a brand called Prima Jeans.
Found your blog on Twitter, and I just needed to say thanks for the info!
You must be a genious. I love your posts.
very nice tips thanks for share this.
How would you restore faded black denim?
Hi John, the only way to do that is by dying them I'm afraid. Once the colour has washed out and faded, there is no way to get it back without re-dying the jeans. You can pick up some black jeans dye fairly cheap though!
You are welcome! Glad they helped!
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The Snarf-it creator and administrator "FD" has announced he is selling the Snarf-it name, torrent database and code on the domain trading website, Sedo.com.
The news confirms speculation which began with the sale of NZB indexing site NewzMonster. NewzMonster, a sister site to Snarf-It, was sold last month by the temporary administrator, "Target". Target cited recent lawsuits as a reason for selling, but refused to comment why Snarf-It was spared.
Selling the site marks the end of an era for the Snarf-It team, who began with a basic torrent site in the dieing days of SuprNova. It later became a metropolis of file sharing services, including news, torrents, NZBs and an NFO file database.
Thanks to support from the SuprNova Forums, who at the time where the largest and busiest Invision based forums, Snarf-It grew quickly. After the death of SuprNova, the entire forum database and membership were moved to Snarf-It, where it remains a large and active community today.
According to statistics from Sedo.com, the Snarf-It domain received one million unique page views in just over a month.
The skill of the Snarf-It community have helped broaden Snarf-It away from just file sharing. Successful ventures have included Digg-style news and image hosting.
Now, partly inspired by the community and partly because of high-profile lawsuits against indexing sites, FD has decided it is time to move away from hosting torrents and NZB files.
WiredFire will be the "flagship" of the new network of sites, and will offer original technology news content and reviews. It will also be the new home for the Snarf-It forums database and community.
FD aims to make a site for technology-orientated users to call home, where they can do everything from checking e-mails to reading the news and writing blogs.
The development will be a tough test for the loyalty of the current fan-base, who has been brought up on a diet of free multimedia entertainment. It is therefore a risky move for FD, as WiredFire could mark the beginning of a prosperous new era, or the beginning of the end.
"This is a new chapter in the life of our community, moving into a completely different field is both a challenge and very exciting but I have no doubt that we will excel in this area as we have done in other areas before, we're very adaptable," FD concluded.
Whilst awaiting a buyer for the domain and/or site, Snarf-It is being hosted by the new Malaysian owner of NewzMonster, which is set to return soon.


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Love is never enough. Madness is enough: Em and the Big Hoom by Jerry Pinto
Love is never enough. Madness is enough. It is complete, sufficient unto itself. You can only stand outside it, as a woman might stand outside a prison in which her lover is locked up.
I tend to approach books about mental illness with caution, I rarely write about my own experiences, my appetite for memoirs, eagerly fed in the years following my diagnosis as bipolar, has been long exhausted and I tend to look askance at novels that bleed evidence of well-intentioned but distanced research. The best fiction, I've found, comes from those who have been close to but not caught inside the maelstrom of mania or the plunging darkness of depression—like Miriam Toews' All My Puny Sorrows, the third section of Damon Galgut's In A Strange Room or, the book I just finished, Jerry Pinto's Em and the Big Hoom. These are books that touch on a condition, albeit relatively manageable, that has been my companion most of my life, books that seem familiar and strange at once. Even if they are all charged with a measure of compassion and dark humour, they have the power to disturb and unsettle me because they remind me how disconnected, pained and even oblivious the sufferer can be when caught in the worst waves of the disorder, but, even more upsetting, I catch a glimpse of myself from the outside, of how I must appear to those around me when I've been most morbid, morose or, as Em would say, "mad."
Drawing on life with his own mother who suffered from a severe form of manic depression, one that resisted the treatments available, Jerry Pinto offers a bittersweet love story that is also an introspective coming of age story and a searing portrait of the way mental illness can create a vortex around which a family can be tossed and turned—a cyclone that pushes away the outside world and makes "normal" life an impossible dream. At the heart of the tale is a small Roman Catholic Goan family tucked into the mosaic of late twentieth century Bombay, India's largest city. The unnamed narrator and his sister Susan share a tiny one bedroom apartment in with their parents Imelda and Augustine Mendes , fondly referred to as Em and the Big Hoom. Although at one time their prospects might have promised a more generous standard of living, all changed as Em's illness progressed. Swinging widely between deep suicidal depressions and expansive, unpredictable and emotionally abusive mania punctuated by rare episodes of normal, she dominates both the cramped living space and their reality. In the midst of the storm, their stoic father is a fount of calm reserve, their rock, the hint of stability to which the children cling.
Pinto's narrator is an uncertain, emotionally sensitive character, charged with not only recounting the surreal experience of managing life, adolescence and early adulthood with his difficult and unusual and wildly eccentric mother, but with re-imagining a time before mental illness claimed her moods and mind, before the electrical currents started racing uncontrolled—"flashing and sizzling"—through her brain. Relying on Em's own, occasionally lucid recollections, and scraps of the diaries and letters she compulsively wrote but rarely mailed, he tries to piece together a picture of her life as a young woman, forced to go to work in her teens to support her family rather than going to college as she hoped, then pushed into becoming a stenographer. She meets her future husband while they are both working in the same office; their courtship is prolonged and simple.
His father's past our protagonist approaches more cautiously. The Big Hoom is his hero and, if he is seeking the ordinary behind his irrational mother, he does not want to risk learning that his father's calm exterior is a façade. A father and son trip to Goa provides the backdrop for an exposition of the Big Hoom's remarkable resolve and determination, tracing his inadvertent arrival in Bombay where, without his family's knowledge, he stayed on and began working until he could he could afford to go to school and earn an engineering degree. He was the first of his village to make good in the outside world. But for his son he very much remains an enigma, and as a result, so do many of the social norms that are distorted by his erratic upbringing:
At that point I realized what it meant to be a man in India. It meant knowing what one could do and what one could only get done. It meant being able to hold on to two patterns simultaneously. One was methodical, hierarchical, regulated and the outcomes depended on fate, chance, kings and desperate men. The other was intuitive, illicit and guaranteed. The trick was to know when to shift between patterns, to peel the file off the table and give it to a peon, to speak easily of one's cousin the minister or the archbishop. I did not think I could ever know what these shifts entailed, and that meant, in essence, that I was never going to grow up.
Back at home, Em remains an unpredictable force of nature. As her children get older, eventually moving on to post-secondary educations and careers, they remain essential to her immediate circle of care. With their father, and occasionally their grandmother, they take turns balancing each other off through her ups and downs. It's a physically and emotionally draining routine:
We never knew when the weather would change dramatically with Em. You're vulnerable to those you love and they acknowledge this by being gentle with you, but with Em you could never be sure whether she was going to handle you as if you were glass or take your innermost self into a headlock. Sometimes it seemed part of her mental problem. Sometimes it seemed part of her personality.
She could be erratic, intense, loud and obscene, often embarrassing her children. Responding with a disapproving, "Em!" would only further her efforts to shock. However, as difficult as the manic episodes were to endure, especially for the narrator who seems to take it all so personally, the other bipolar extreme was even worse:
I don't know how to describe her depression except to say that it seemed like it was engrossing her. No, even that sounds like she had some choice in the matter. It was another reality from which she had no escape. It took up every inch of her. She had no time for love or hate, fatigue or hunger. She slept ravenously but it was a drugged sleep, probably dreamless sleep, sleep that gives back nothing.
Add frequent suicide attempts, hospitalizations, and an inability to leave her home unattended, the Mendes family are caught in an endless nightmare.
But for all that, this is a beautiful, warm and affectionate tale, told with generosity and gentle humour. Em's mind-spinning divergent monologues capture the off-the-rail ramblings of mania with remarkable room filling intensity, but a very human, vulnerable portrait of the woman behind the illness is preserved. However, the real magic of Em and the Big Hoom lies in the narrative voice. Pinto captures the son's self-conscious guilt—the awareness that his mother's illness forces him to think and talk about himself and then feel badly about it. He wants to tell his mother's story, but of course it can't be extricated from his own. She stirs conflicted sentiments. Bitterness. Anxiety. An impossible love. The illness is endlessly exhausting on those around her, yet the narrator worries that he might share the same genetic tendency to mood disorder, lives in fear that his sister will marry and move out and that the Big Hoom will die leaving him to care for Em alone. Mentally he tries to prepare for this and wonders if he will ever have the confidence and maturity that stage of life will demand of him. It is this complicated tangle of emotion that carries this novel right through to its poignant, unexpected end.
Jerry Pinto is a well known writer, poet, translator and children's author from Mumbai. He's also a passionate mental health advocate; I was fortunate to hear him speak in Bangalore this past November. I know from my own experiences that the stigma around mental health is widespread, even in the western world where progress has been made but services are often difficult to access or too expensive, and a breakdown can easily cost jobs, careers and relationships. Books like this—entertaining and thought-provoking—are an important aspect of a necessary ongoing discussion.
Em and the Big Hoom is available in India and internationally from Penguin.
Author roughghostsPosted on January 16, 2020 Categories Books, India, ReviewTags book review, books, Em and the Big Hoom, India, Jerry Pinto, literature, mental illness, PenguinLeave a comment on Love is never enough. Madness is enough: Em and the Big Hoom by Jerry Pinto
The theatre of the desert: Pierre Senges' Falstaff: Apotheosis and Geometry in the Dust
Last week, as I sought a text to carry me across the midnight bridge between decades, I wanted something that might, even for a moment, turn the world on its head. What could, I wondered, be more fitting than to spend New Year's Eve and the following day in the company of Pierre Senges. After all, a voyage with the French writer, be it brief or extended, is guaranteed to offer a taste of the unexpected. The world he inhabits exists on the edges of maps, in the margins of manuscripts, in the creases between pages, and tucked into the corners of the imagination. If it looks familiar that's because you have been there, wandered its streets, navigated its seas, crossed its stages. But when you stop to adjust your compass, or try to align yourself with the stars, the needle tends to spin, shudder to a stop, and, then, as soon as you think you know where you are heading, a flood of literary, historical, or starkly contemporary references will slide into the narrative and lead you off track once again. To read Pierre Senges is to embark on an adventure, one that may just as easily take you travelling halfway around the world as stumbling down the block and into the local pub.
Fortunately for me, I had recent translations of two rather different texts by Senges on hand, both translated by his tireless advocate Jacob Siefrig, and published by a couple of inventive small publishers. The first, my New Year's Eve companion, was the chapbook Falstaff: Apotheosis. Published by Seattle-based Sublunary Editions, a project that began in mid-2019 to produce original literary offerings distributed as a monthly print newsletter, this small, pocket-sized volume marks their first foray into the big world of book publishing on a manageable small scale.
Senges delights in taking characters and themes from literature and history, reimagining them in terms that stretch from the mildly satirical to the strangely absurd, and then proceeding to fashion tales shot through with sharp, dry humour—one that can, at times, be lost on readers who like their humour to be more, shall we say, in your face. In this regard, Falstaff: Apotheosis, taking as its subject Shakespeare's most misunderstood minor character, is an ideal bite-sized introduction to his singular style. More than a comic foil, Falstaff is presented as an ingenious master of humiliation as a heroic act. His crowning glory, or apotheosis, is his bold and daring performance of a deceased figure on the battlefield, an act that sets the stage for a treatise on the ethics of playing dead:
To be the master of one's own death, what a timeless caprice: the trick being to lie down not just any old way, rather to adopt the humble simplicity of the sandbag, or the hieratism of the tree trunk, or the mannerist posture of a hunting dog, or an expressionism inspired by anatomies of past centuries and the bold contrasts of cinematic skills—to breathe out one's last sigh, but exhale it negligently, instead to opt for the Romanticism of the last and lightest breath, like the breath a child turns on a dandelion. . .
What makes Senges so successful is his language—long winding sentences filled with wise and wonderful imagery, holding fast to a measure of seriousness in the narrative voices he employs.
My into-the-new-year Senges was Geometry in the Dust. Published by the bold, experimental Lawrence, Kansas-based publisher Inside the Castle, this is a longer, more elaborate ruse—a delicious anachronistic tale presented as a report to a desert-bound prince keen to construct a city in his kingdom of sand, from his loyal minister who has been sent on a mission to learn about the features of a real-life city and advise his ruler on what will need to be considered. Echoing the spirit of the travels of Ibn Battuta or Marco Polo, our narrator is attentive but a step out of time, observing the modern metropolis, but not always connecting the dots completely. The result a strangely insightful and original reflection on the nature of the urban landscape.
His observations are often trapped in time. He seeks out the city scribes at one point, hoping to be able to compare his ideas to theirs and finds, rather than rows of copyists at their desks he finds that calligraphers ply their trade by night, running through the darkened streets, clutching paint, hurriedly scrawling messages on walls. The intensity of city life overwhelms him, continually exceeding his expectations, but leading to wonderful portraits as he seeks to describe the indescribable to the sheltered and isolated ruler he serves:
To define a city for you more or less: it's a danse macabre every single day of the week: it seems to me that the idea of the danse macabre will help you put your finger on what a city is, because it communicates to you a scraping of nail on bone, as well as a gnashing of teeth. The danse tells us all we need to know about the city's circular nature (not so long ago cities were contained within wooden circles, like certain soft-rind cheeses; although they tried hard to emancipate themselves and go over the walls, they still retain a bit of this roundness: it will be necessary to take this design into consideration)
Yet, even if the noise, chaos and moral loose edges of the city challenge our often judgemental traveller, he is determined to make sense of everything (including the curious cul-de-sac) and advise his prince on the extent to which all architectural, cultural and social intersections should be designed so as to leave nothing to chance. It's difficult, of course, not to be struck by the degree of hubris driving the ambitions of this desert monarch and his faithful servant, especially on their shifting terrain of sand and dust. But then again, perhaps it is only in the space of pure fancy that the ideal metropolis can exist. Paired with the artist Killoffer's grotesque depictions of the hectic, congested modern city, Geometry in the Dust offers a fantastic meditation on the impossibility of reducing a concept as complex as the city to a few lines scratched in the dirt.
For a taste of this work and Senges' inimitable style, see this excerpt from Geometry in the Dust with illustrations by Killoffer at 3:AM Magazine.
Falstaff: Apotheosis and Geometry in the Dust by Pierre Senges are both translated by Jacob Siefrig and published by Sublunary Editions and Inside the Castle respectively.
Author roughghostsPosted on January 9, 2020 Categories Books, French, Review, TranslatedTags book review, books, Falstaff: Apotheosis, French, Geometry in the Dust, Inside the Castle, Jacob Siefring, literature, Pierre Senges, Subllunary Editions, translation4 Comments on The theatre of the desert: Pierre Senges' Falstaff: Apotheosis and Geometry in the Dust
The music of silence: Billiards at the Hotel Dobray by Dušan Šarotar
Charged with a mournful, aching beauty, the opening passages of Slovenian writer Dušan Šarotar's 2007 novel, Billiards at the Hotel Dobray, clearly set the tone for the story that will follow. The scene is one drenched with misty melancholy. It is late March, 1945. A grey, foggy sky hangs low over the landscape, and a sense of weary dread has settled over the residents of Sóbota, a quiet town, or varaš, nestled on the plains of an otherwise forgotten region of eastern Slovenia, lying between the Mura River and the Raba Valley. The area which had, until the implementation of the Final Solution almost exactly one year earlier, been home to the majority of Slovenia's small Jewish population, is presently under Hungarian occupation. Now, with rumours that the Russians are advancing and the Germans retreating, no one is certain what to expect next; no one knows what the currents of history are carrying their way.
That night the story of good men and women could barely stand up to the devious wind dispassionately erasing the words on the faded monuments of the law. This mysterious force was stronger than the storms and deeper than the floods that were once talked about here. It came as a vague feeling, or a long, harrowing dream, which burrowed into people's souls even before they fell asleep or drank themselves into a stupor.
Available in English for the first time in an attentive and sensitive translation by Rawley Grau who also translated Šarotar's Sebaldian-styled epic Panorama, this earlier novel is a tale of remembrance, told from a distinctly cinematic perspective, that of a timeless all-seeing eye hovering above the earth, capable of taking in good and evil alluded to in the brief prologue. Not unlike the lens of a camera.
The result is a simple, painfully human story that revolves around two key dates in 1944 and 1945. Touching on critical moments in the lives of a handful of characters — an Auschwitz survivor and former shopkeeper's return in search of some semblance of home, a young girl's first infatuation, the secret an aging prostitute has kept from the only other woman still left at the Hotel Dobray, the complicated emotions of the arrogant but ill-prepared leader of a sorry group of fatigued Hungarian soldiers awaiting certain defeat, and an ambitious and prosperous businessman's unlikely twist of fate – it is a narrative that glances into hearts but never settles for long. The effect is a slowly simmering evocation of the impact of war on a community ground down, torn apart and ultimately upended by events orchestrated from afar. Inevitable because, in the end, we all know how this story ends, the sleepy varaš is ever altered, its Jewish population is all but decimated, and its national identity rewritten. However, unwinding the story as he does, employing careful repetition, connecting events and characters forward and back in time, and gradually revealing a little more with each passage, Šarotar creates an almost unbearable atmosphere of poetic tension.
Central to the story is Franz Schwartz whom we first meet on the road to Sóbota. It has been almost exactly a year since he and his fellow Jewish citizens had been rounded up and sent off, the men to work themselves to death in camps, the women and children to more immediate termination. He knows he will never see his wife and son again, but having escaped the camp he has no place on earth to return to than the town where he was once a proud and successful retailer.
The cold, gaseous sphere hung motionless over the town. The houses, the plane trees and poplars that lined the streets, the bell towers, the man – all were left without shadow. The sharp, blinding light had painfully imprinted an image of the morning on the consciousness of Franz Schwartz. In a succession of short exposures, one after the other as if he was blinking his eyes, the pages of a large photo album were being turned inside him. He stood in the middle of the intersection, entirely alone.
Images of all the familiar streets, buildings and structures return to him, but he carries neither joy nor despair at the prospect of being back. The town has changed and he knows he cannot risk being seen until he gets his bearings.
Meanwhile, Budapest has recently fallen and the Hungarian occupation is on borrowed time. The small military unit presently housed at the Hotel Dobray, under the incompetent command of József Sárdy, secretary of the Office of the Special Military Tribunal, is despondent and all but defeated. They await the advancing Red Army with apprehension. About the only townsperson holding out optimism for the future is Josip Benko, the owner of the local meat factory, former mayor and indefatigable entrepreneur.
As the story unwinds, evidence of a network of complex emotions, complicated loyalties and chronological connections begins to emerge. When the narrative eventually slips back to April of 1944, Franz's family background and the heartbreaking magnitude of his loss is illuminated. Piece by piece a portrait of the slow motion tragedy that spread over this part of central Europe is brought to life. It is, at once, part of a much larger story and yet distinct and, to the author, inherently personal.
The power of this tale lies in the telling. The somber but lyrical narrative is allowed, when needed, to "creep along like a low-flowing river." Words are chosen carefully, emotions are numbed, stifled sounds speak volumes. The strains of a song that can no longer be sung or performed permeates the memories of a number of the characters. The music of silence is a recurring motif.
The omniscient, distanced third person perspective of the all-seeing eye only serves to heighten the emotional intensity. Šarotar masterfully maintains this intensity, letting it reverberate like the a violin strung too tight, right through to the end, as all the threads and stories are wound together but ultimately left unresolved, hanging in the air. He ends his narrative with a timeless, unanswerable question. One that, as nationalism is making a resurgence, we would do well to attend to.
Billiards at the Hotel Dobray by Dušan Šarotar, translated by Rawley Grau, is published by Istros Books.
Author roughghostsPosted on December 29, 2019 Categories Books, Review, Slovene, TranslatedTags Billiards at the Hotel Dobray, book review, books, Dušan Šarotar, Istros Books, literature, Rawley Grau, Slovene, Slovenia, translation, WWII1 Comment on The music of silence: Billiards at the Hotel Dobray by Dušan Šarotar
Searching for a future in a devastated landscape: Invitation to the Bold of Heart by Dorothee Ellmiger
There were no maps, no more accurate maps for the northern coal district. It was absent on all the plans, it was one large absence, so to speak, the course of the roads had long since slightly shifted, hills diminished, towns abolished.
Beneath the surface of a once prosperous coal mining district, flames from a fire in the tunnels has been smouldering for decades; above, the land has largely been laid to waste. Pit frames dot the horizon while in some places the land has caved in, sometimes taking livestock or an unfortunate human resident with it. Towns stand nearly abandoned, home to only the stubborn and the eccentric who have held fast. In one such community, two young women—daughters of the police commander and the last remaining youth—have never known anything but this desolate territory. It is their sole inheritance, all they have to look forward to. Their future is bleak, but they are determined to salvage some sense of optimism.
For Margarete and Fritzi, the protagonists of Swiss writer Dorothee Elmiger's award winning debut Invitation to the Bold of Heart, an old map indicating that a long-forgotten river once flowed through the region offers a spark of hope that drives a determined search for evidence that it still exists somewhere—even if it has temporarily disappeared below ground. If they can locate this elusive Buenaventura River, they believe they may be able to begin to make sense of a past, including their own family history, that no one wants to talk about and create a base from which they can start to look forward on their own terms. It's an ambitious and enormous goal.
Bookish and studious by nature, Margarete is the official archivist. She devours the books she finds in the apartment above the police station where she and her sister live with their father. Natural history, science, and literature. On a Remington typewriter lifted from one of the policemen she types her account and makes notes of details that seem relevant. Facts about rivers and deserts, about mines and mining appear and reappear throughout. Moodier and more carefree, Fritzi makes little direct contribution to the narrative. She is the restless explorer. What she adds, however, through her reported observations is thoughtful and wise, such as this reflection on their surroundings:
For a long time, she said, I have been trying to comprehend the landscape here. She said, I look at the pit frames rising up to the sky, and I look at the railway lines running deeper and deeper into the ground because they're sinking and sinking. I look at the sky, because the sky might also be symptomatic, the sky is also part of this landscape. I count, she said, I count the colours; my vocabulary is exhausted after brown, olive and black, and when I think about it those are all the colours that are here.
Of course, to affect a thorough search both girls have to head out, together or apart, on foot, by motorcycle or car, and eventually, in the company of a horse named Bataille that Fritizi finds and brings home. Meanwhile, the policemen who have little need to patrol, spend most of their time glued to the television set, hardly noticing the sisters' comings and goings.
Characterized by a spare disjointed style, the novel most often resembles an attempt at record-keeping, a report for a future that is vague and uncertain, set in a surreally dystopic present that seems willfully disconnected from its own past, or simply exhausted by the weight of the space it occupies. The adults are either oddly apathetic or completely absent, like their mother who holds an almost mythological place in their imaginations. A female Hemingway-like character, she smoked cigarettes, cut her hair short, and one day simply drove off into the distance. Together they fantasize a series of daring adventures for her. On the other hand, they typically refer to their father as simply Heribert Stein or H. Stein, reflecting a relationship that seems cool, even antagonistic.
The fractured, loose-limbed narrative is, at one level, rather unsettling. It is, not unlike the sisters own place in the world—ungrounded, suspended somewhere in a geological timeline between oceans and deserts. They have facts and coordinates and maps, but no direct knowledge beyond the borders of the territory they've always lived in. One has the sense it has been intentionally cut off, guarded to keep outsiders at bay. This uncertainty which reflects the sisters' own isolation is never resolved. A wealth of intertextual references woven freely into the text further offset the environment of the novel. It is a daring approach and, for the most part, very effective. Yet, in the innovative voice of Invitation to the Bold of Heart, one in which the narrative often appears to wander, ramble and repeat, pulling in facts drawn from a variety of interconnected sources, one can hear the qualities that Elmiger will develop and refine in her more mature and startlingly impressive second novel, Shift Sleepers. Without question, she is an author to watch closely.
Invitation to the Bold of Heart, by Dorthee Elmiger, is translated from the German by Katy Derbyshire and published by Seagull Books.
Author roughghostsPosted on December 8, 2019 Categories Books, German, Review, TranslatedTags book review, books, Dorothee Elmiger, German, Invitation to the Bold of Heart, Katy Derbyshire, literature, Seagull Books, Swiss, translationLeave a comment on Searching for a future in a devastated landscape: Invitation to the Bold of Heart by Dorothee Ellmiger
"We are creatures of this world": Reflections on Atmospheric Embroidery by Meena Alexander
I have numbered these pages
And find the ground very uneven
—from "Indian Ocean Blues: Solitaire"
Meena Alexander's name was unknown to me until she passed away almost exactly a year ago, as I write this. Sadly this is not an uncommon occurrence, that we come to know a writer only after they have left us. This book, Atmospheric Embroidery, came to me from a friend who slipped it to me before I was about to embark on a trip, assuring me that the slender volume should not impact my carefully measured effort to keep my bags below carry-on weight restrictions. I carried it with me through the narrow congested streets of Kathmandu, read it in the air as the snow-capped Himalayas drifted away to my right on my return flight to India, felt the rhythm of its verses play against the rocking of the train from Delhi to Jaipur, and returned to it yet again after a day visiting the forts standing high above the marvellous "Pink City."
I am writing this review, or response, in Kochi, deep in the south of India where I feel that, in large part through my engagement with these poems, the inability to read and write that has plagued me in these recent months is starting to thaw. Isn't that one of the gifts of poetry? Its capacity to spark, rekindle, and loosen a flow of words?
Meena Alexander was born to a Syrian Christian family in the Indian city of Allahabad in 1951, and raised in India and in Sudan. She would spend most of her life living and teaching in New York City, but her writing speaks to a sense of displacement, of distances crossed over oceans and desert sands, in a language that is sparse, yet fierce in its beauty and, at times, its brutality. Drawing on the diverse cultural and linguistic influences that marked her experiences, her poetry almost seems to hover above the page, unwilling to be closely fixed to any one space or time:
Be fearless with destiny
you whisper to me
it too is an accumulation of longing.
A sideways swipe at the stars.
We are leaving one
Language for the other,
Always and ever—
What crossing enjoins.
—from "Indian Ocean Blues: Syncopation"
Although she was also well known for her prose, it is in the lyric form of poetry that Alexander found her preferred and greatest personal and political expression according to a memorial published at Scroll.in after her death. Poetry allowed her to steer away from the commercial expectations postcolonial writers from the Indian diaspora often face to appeal to the interests of western audiences. The portraits she paints are far more complex, both on an intimate and and broadly focused level:
She plumbed the depths of bodily trauma and memory in her lyrics, essays, and memoirs. Yet her work ranged from these deeply personal experiences to issues of global trauma and violence. She remained committed to a vision of gender, religious, and racial justice and used the symbolic form of poetry to envision cultural hybridity in India and the United States.
This present collection, published in 2015, is the final work published in her lifetime. Her poetry, which is finely honed, clean and spare, needs to be read with attention as much to the words and phrases, as to the silences—listening to what is not said, to what must be imagined. That is, her poems need to be returned to repeatedly, their treasures open up with reengagement.
Certain pieces of poetry or artwork stand as starting points or inspiration in many of the poems, as do her own experiences in India, North Africa, and the US. As well as the lives and stories of others on the margins, today or in the past. Movement, chosen or forced, from one place to another, the sense of being far from home or not really knowing where home lies, where one belongs, imbues her poetry with a restlessness, sometimes wistful and nostalgic, sometimes angry, and, as in the cycle of poems inspired by drawings by children from Darfur living in refugee camps by the Chad border, filled with sorrow, fear:
I am singing, stones fill with music.
Do not touch my hair, I cried. They forced me
To uncover my head then beat me when my veil slipped,
Not the pink one I am wearing now, with stripes — this
My aunt gave me. I am not an animal,
They are more free, birds in the trees, horses too.
—from "Green Leaves of El Fasher"
At the heart of this collection is the 14 piece cycle "Indian Ocean Blues." She notes that this poem arises, in part, from the annual journeys she would undertake across the Indian Ocean from Sudan, where her family was living, to visit India. She recalls the power she found in Aimé Césaire's Cahier de Retour au Pays Natal, and his Corps Perdu—how she "could hear the waves beat in his lines." She listened to music while composing the work to mark a rhythm and provide solace and inspiration. Finally, she draws on the Ramayana, taking Sita, cast out by her husband Rama, the earth opening up to provide her refuge, and imagines her in Manhattan:
Rama cast her out,
Lava storms cooled her
Dirt cloaked her,
A shimmering stole.
Days later, on Dyckman Street,
As cobbles crack
She slips into a manhole,
Waves at me.
This cycle of poems evokes childhood adventure, historical passages, Hindu mythology, desperate refugees and contemporary migrants. Spanning half a globe, temporally unbound, this is a piece that speaks to an Indian poet weaving memories and reference points into an idiosyncratic song of loss, longing and new connections.
Reading Atmospheric Embroidery on my third trip to India in two years, my longest yet, I am finding echoes of questions I ask myself as I try to figure out what draws me here, to a country where I have no roots, from a country where, if I were to be honest, I have no particular roots either. If Meena's family followed her father's employment to Khartoum, my family followed my father's insistent desire to be as far from others as he could comfortably manage. My parents started their lives in Toronto and New York City and ended them in a little cottage outside a small village across the continent from all extended family. The forces that lead to displacement work in multiple directions—permanently, temporarily, haphazardly. At an age when I should feel settled I am more restless than ever, spinning some kind of uncertain tapestry of my own, now with yet a new companion—this book.
Atmospheric Embroidery by Meena Alexander is published by Hachette India and by Triquarterly.
Author roughghostsPosted on November 24, 2019 Categories Books, India, poetry, Reflection, ReviewTags Atmospheric Embroidery, book review, books, Hachette India, literature, Meena Alexander, musings, poetry2 Comments on "We are creatures of this world": Reflections on Atmospheric Embroidery by Meena Alexander
Writing one's self out of romance: Balla's Big Love
Big Love by the self-deprecating and humorously misanthropic Slovak writer, Balla, is an anti-love love story in which the hapless protagonist fumbles around in the dark, imagining he knows what love is while perhaps the best relationship he will ever have slips from his clumsy grasp. This short novella is not only a sharp witted critique of contemporary post-socialist society in Slovakia, in the form of a fondly satirical take on its bureaucratic ineptness and literary pretensions, but it is also an endearing and all too recognizable romantic comedy of the kind that actually exists in real life more often than in the movies.
Our hero, Andrič, as is typical for Balla, is a thinly veiled version of the author himself—a writer at heart but a bureaucrat by day. Not unlike another absurdist author from the other side of what is now, once again, the Czech-Slovak divide. And like Kafka, his protagonists tend to exist in isolation, unable to communicate with or understand the world around them. In this case Andrič is trapped in such a strangely off base circle of reasoning about human nature and his own place within it that he routinely and consistently misconstrues his unnecessarily patient girlfriend's cues until, of course, it is finally too late.
The first time Andrič sees Laura she is wearing a neck brace. She has been injured in a car accident. A strange impetuous for a budding attraction. A single mother with a young daughter, Laura seems to be everything he is not. She is boisterous, outgoing, physically active, responsible and capable of looking after herself and her child, even if it means being creative in seeking out opportunities and resources. It's hard to imagine what she sees in Andrič. But somehow their relationship, albeit a long distance one, manages to survive for two years. She is, however, one of the least developed characters in the book, a function of how limited Andrič understanding of her truly is.
The supporting cast, if you like, is wonderful. In fact, it is these two unlikely, eccentric characters, who play well against the two aspects of Andrič's life, the professional and the literary, and serve to challenge his limitations while furthering the overall satirical intent of the novel as a whole. Panza is his office mate and best friend. Unmarried, he lives with his sister, a fact that inspires a healthy amount of curiosity around the office. Even more than Andrič, he exists in isolation, formed and informed by his long bureaucratic career which has left him vacillating between paranoia and despondency. He exhibits a practiced form of engagement with the world that reflects his rejection of ordinary human interaction:
Panza is sitting, listening to Andrič and nodding, or rather, he's not listening, only nodding, his eyes and his whole face make it clear that he doesn't understand, and how could he, since he's not listening, it's not that he is stupid, he just can't be bothered to listen, he's had bad experiences in the past when he used to listen and got nothing in return, so now he professionally and routinely doesn't listen, especially when a sentence begins in a complicated way.
Because how could such a sentence possibly end?
Panza, whose tendency to express panic about the state of affairs within the system to which he has dedicated his career and within which he should long been disavowed of any ideals or illusions of freedom promised by the collapse of Communism, fuels the younger Andrič's own fears. And fascination. Together they are a misfit pair, with Panza consuming more of Andrič's attentions than Laura even if it is, again, difficult to figure out if their bond is more than circumstantial, because they never seem to enjoy each other's company. Or perhaps these are two men for whom enjoy and company are not natural counterparts.
By contrast, Laura's mother Elvira, is a former school teacher with an apartment filled with books and a string of former husbands, one for any necessary anecdote or discussion point. An ethereal being who almost floats around the jumbled space she shares with her daughter and granddaughter, her disaffection with contemporary society comes from a different angle than Panza's. Reading and everything associated with it seems, so far as Andrič can tell, to be the source of her particular melancholy, her "sadness beyond words." She views her nation as a country of sleepwalkers, dulled into a state of semi-consciousness—a state which has extended to Slovak writers. She is especially harsh on them claiming they all, even the female writers, lack experience with women. Without experience, how can anyone write? But, as she says:
Fortunately, writers don't exist anymore. Because to exist is to mean something. But they don't mean anything. We should erase them from our diaries, we should stop phoning them on their name day. They are nobodies. Yet these nobodies haven't even noticed.
As a writer himself, Andrič makes the mistake of equating his ability to create with some measure of accomplishment in his personal life, no matter how obvious the messages Laura is signalling should be. Over and over he fails to see that what he imagines is, at last, "big love"with Laura, is rapidly losing its hold on her. We only have the briefest glance into her side of the equation and she comes across as unconvinced of her love forAndrič as we are. Once she slips away, he is left to slowly realize that big love is sometimes measured by the space left in your heart and life once someone is gone. And, of course, by then it is too late. But even then, he salvages a perverse pleasure that he somehow found the words, although he cannot remember uttering them, that finally severed their relationship for good:
After Laura informed him about the termination of their relationship Andrič gradually began to swell up with a kind of absurd pride about the fact that he, too, was capable of using words, that his words had consequences – and this also applied to statements he couldn't remember at all – but Laura refused to repeat those words of great significance and merely reminded him that he had uttered them in a wine cellar in Spišská Sobota.
Who else but Andrič would follow such reasoning?
For such a short book, Big Love offers a lot through the somewhat thick lens of its hapless protagonist. It is relentless in its critique of society, family, love and literature. Many of the references are specific to Slovak history and culture, but a lack of familiarity with the underlying intertextual content will not impair the enjoyment of this funny/tragic tale. Andrič, for all his tendency to overthink the emotions out of any reasonable situation is endearing, the humour is bitter, sarcastic and wise. Yet, as the ending nears, his own existential crisis deepens, lending more credence to that well-worn Kafka comparison.
Just released from Jantar Publishing, Big Love by Balla is translated from the Slovak by Julia and Peter Sherwood.
Author roughghostsPosted on October 26, 2019 October 31, 2019 Categories Books, Review, Slovak, Translated2 Comments on Writing one's self out of romance: Balla's Big Love
Instructions for interacting with the material world: A Users Manual by Jiři Kolář
You can always be assured that a hardcover release from Prague-based indie publisher Twisted Spoon Press will be something very special. All their books—dedicated to bringing both long neglected and contemporary writers to English audiences—offer work that is unique and engaging, but they really put a little extra effort into their beautifully presented, typically illustrated, hardcover texts.
Like Jiři Kolář's A User's Manual.
One of the most important Central European poets/visual artists of the postwar era, Kolář (1914-2002) was best known internationally for his innovative collages, but within Czechoslovakia he was a aligned with other politically defiant artists. He was a member of the avant-garde Group 42 until it was disbanded after the Communists came to power and, when the police discovered the manuscript to his controversial collection Prometheus' Liver, he was arrested and labelled an "enemy of the state." His poetry and artwork reflects his view of the society he saw around him.
This most unusual—and handsome—volume pairs 52 "action poems", written in the 1950s and 60s, with images from "Weekly 1967," one of his series of collages created as a running commentary on each week of a year. First published together in this form in 1969, the resulting book is not only very entertaining to look at, but characterized by a sly creative energy and a devious wit. Each poem in A User's Manual presents itself a set of instructions, often nonsensical, that mimic the form of communist dicta. Week 13, "Path," for example, directs the reader to:
empty-handed
on foot or by train
to a town
where you know no one
and spend three days there
When hungry
ask for bread
when thirsty
ask for water
Spend the night where possible
and every day ask
nine people about a person
with the same name as yours
with the same destiny as yours
The collages that accompany each poem are constructed from newspaper clippings, documents, cut outs, patterns formed with words or musical notation. Some are dedicated to individuals (sometimes presented as a profile portrait), others have a stark political feel, and yet others are abstract patterns. Together with his instructional verses, the effect is an elevation of the everyday and an imagining of a specific way of reacting to the world. As Ryan Scott explains in his Translator's Note, in this work, Kolář is explicitly engaging with the materiality of language. He is inviting direct interaction with the immediate surroundings by calling attention to "the locus of speech, action and things."
"Homage to T. S. E." opposite an image titled To Michel Butor
As unusual as they are, many of the poems are oddly practical enough that they could serve as inspiration triggers. The language is spare, reasons and explanations are not offered, but therein lies the charm. Some are even strangely beautiful. Like Week 47, for instance, "Poem of Silence: For Emil Juliš":
a pile of pebbles
and from them compose
and with a title
pebble by pebble
as word by word
line by line
as verse by verse
a poetry poem
Exiled to Paris in 1980, as were many artists of his generation, Kolář returned frequently to Prague after the Velvet Revolution, and spent his final years in the city. But born of a response the restrictions imposed under Communist occupation, A User's Manual stands as a creative act of rebelllion that seeks a certain dignity in absurdity. It makes a wonderful read, a fascinating visual experience, and would be a fine gift for an artistic friend.
A User's Manual by Jiři Kolář with illustrations by the author, is translated by Ryan Scott, and published by Twisted Spoon Press.
Author roughghostsPosted on October 8, 2019 October 8, 2019 Categories Books, Czech, poetry, Review, TranslatedTags A Users Manual, illustration, Jiři Kolář, poetry, Ryan Scott, Twisted Spoon Press2 Comments on Instructions for interacting with the material world: A Users Manual by Jiři Kolář
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