Entries in FS Michaels (26)

Tuesday
Jul122011

Monoculture week: The big idea in two nutshells.

"I found myself reading Monoculture: How One Story is Changing Everything non-stop, with a pencil in hand, underlining like crazy. That totally took me by surprise, but then, I didn’t know I’d be reading an astute explanation about what I’ve been feeling recently, something I couldn’t put my finger on. It’s an uncomfortable sense of how everything seems to be monetized, from our work to our personal relationships to our education to our creativity to our charity work. A sense that nothing should be attempted unless its value can be measured and brings advantage.  A sense that we should be motivated by keeping up and constantly improving and optimizing ourselves, as if who we are and what we’re doing isn’t and never will be enough because there’s always something new to be achieved."

- Kassie Rose, NPR Ohio (full review here)

and

"Oooh, that's a beautiful bubble book!"

- Tiny Niece, age 3, while rubbing the cover over her cheek.  



Monday
Jul112011

Daily Bird 75: Out of the nest you go!

Or on making a book. 

There's a lot of talk about the future of publishing these days. About the nature of a book. About its form and its value in an increasingly digital environment. It's quite the jungle gym out there.

As is our Hedgie nature, we think books can be winged things that carry stories and ideas to friends known and unknown. That's the nature of most things that are created to be shared - along the way they create conversations and communities. 

A good book is a difficult thing to make. A good smart book filled with big ideas? And then produced and distributed independently? Well that is both difficult and a wondrous thing among us. And something I want to help out of the nest.

One of our own little Hedgies, F.S. Michaels,  has produced a good smart independent book called Monoculture: How One Story is Changing Everything.

Here's the gist: 

As human beings, we’ve always told stories: stories about who we are, where we come from, and where we’re going. Now imagine that one of those stories is taking over the others, narrowing our diversity and creating a monoculture. Because of the rise of the economic story, six areas of your world — your work, your relationships with others and the environment, your community, your physical and spiritual health, your education, and your creativity — are changing, or have already changed, in subtle and not-so-subtle ways. And because how you think shapes how you act, the monoculture isn’t just changing your mind — it’s changing your life.

In Monoculture, F.S. Michaels draws on extensive research and makes surprising connections among disciplines to take a big-picture look at how one story is changing everything. Her research and writing have been supported by the Social Sciences and Humanities Research Council of Canada, the Killam Trusts, and regional and municipal arts councils. Michaels has an MBA, and lives and writes in British Columbia. 

I had the opportunity to help a little in getting this book on its way. I am an unabashed fan of the writer and a wannabe builder of the conversations that will take place around these big ideas. In the meantime, during Monoculture week at the Hedge, we're going to give this winged thing a little push out of the nest. Y'all come back now...

 

 

Friday
Jul082011

Daily Bird: 74: Blackbird fly...

Next week on the Hedge, it's Monoculture week - a celebration of one of our own and and her big ideas in book form. We like big ideas at the Hedge in many forms and book form is one of our favorites. In the meantime, you can catch FS Michaels on one of her writing breaks dealing with some bird adventures of her very own:

I forgot that around this time last year, the blackbirds were a real nuisance, and this year they’re at it again. They’ve built nests in the mugo pines, and now that the babies are hatching, the birds have become very aggressive – they’ll divebomb me when I’m out in the garden, even if I’m on the other side of the yard, and I’ve even seen them divebomb Red when he’s doing nothing more sinister than lying on the grass.

What to do? The babies have hatched and become fledgings, because I’ve seen them sitting on the walkway like big lumps, trying out their wings and not really going anywhere (the babies are somehow bigger than the parents at this stage). I’m hoping that they’re on their way soon, but in any case, we’re going to have to find the nests and take them down, which should be an adventure.

I’ve read that when you go after the nest, the swooping gets worse – so much so that you’re supposed to wear a hard hat, safety glasses, and long sleeves to protect yourself from beaks and claws.

Ugh. In the end, it wasn’t that bad. The Other One bravely crawled into the mugo pine and found the nest without any hat, safety glasses or long sleeves, while I sort of held the birds off with the water hose. (That didn’t work too well. I was asked to stop spraying since someone was getting all wet.)

All that commotion, and one little empty nest!

Now, with any luck, the birds will move on. Move on, birds.

Monday
Mar212011

6 Billion Others

I first saw the 6 Billion Others project in a bookstore, as a book. (That may be why it was in a bookstore.) Six directors filmed 5,000 interviews in 75 countries, asking people forty or so questions to get at what brings us together and keeps us apart. The result is a portait of humanity across the globe. 

Aside from what's in the book, you can watch twenty- to forty-five-minute Youtube compilations of those interviews on topics like love, God, happiness, fears, forgiveness, the meaning of life, and war. Here are a few to get you started.

 

 


Monday
Feb142011

Cancelled

Thursday
Feb102011

Spotted in a Book

To whoever owned that red pen and took it to this new library book, Julia Cameron's Faith and Will, thank you for the good giggle and for offering such a perfect demonstration of the point of that paragraph.



Thursday
Feb032011

The Julie Project

Art is powerful when it imitates life - or stands witness to it, like documentary photographer Darcy Padilla does with her art/life projects.

In The Julie Project, Padilla followed her subject, Julie, off and on from 1993 (when Julie was 18) to Julie’s death in 2010 from AIDS. Padilla says,

I first met Julie on February 28, 1993. Julie, 18, stood
in the lobby of the Ambassador Hotel, barefoot, pants
unzipped, and an 8 day-old infant in her arms. She lived
in San Francisco’s SRO district, a neighborhood of soup
kitchens and cheap rooms. Her room was piled with clothes,
overfull ashtrays and trash. She lived with Jack, father
of her first baby Rachael, and who had given her AIDS.
She left him months later to stop using drugs.

For the last 18 years I have photographed Julie Baird’s
complex story of multiple homes, AIDS, drug abuse,
abusive relationships, poverty, births, deaths, loss
and reunion. Following Julie from the backstreets of
San Francisco to the backwoods of Alaska.

When you look at the photos of someone’s life and death over 18 years, it’s compelling and powerful and voyeuristic all at once - in this case, like watching a train wreck and being deeply disturbed and finding yourself unable to look away. Is it exploitative? Do I think it’s exploitative because it’s disturbing, and disturbing things in life should be kept private? Why did Julie say yes to being photographed in the first place?

Julie at the age of 18, in 1993: (photo by Darcy Padilla)

Julie at 18 years old, 1993, photo by Darcy Padilla

Julie, nearing the end of her life at the age of 36, in 2010 - the photos get a lot worse shortly after: (photo by Darcy Padilla)

In the end, The Julie Project is art that stays with you and challenges you, which is the old version of what art was supposed to do. At the same time, talking about Julie’s life and death as an art project also feels wrong somehow, like this person who lived a tragic life of poverty, drugs, abuse, and AIDS has been reduced to something we can put up on the wall (or the web) and point at. And I did it too.

And yet, if we didn’t capture it and know about it, it would be easier for us to take comfort in the idea that that kind of life doesn’t exist. I’m not sure what to think.

UPDATE: The Julie Project is sparking lots of thoughts - here's what over 80 people had to say about it on Metafilter.



Tuesday
Feb012011

PhDs and time-wasting.

The Economist posted an article the other day about why PhDs are often a waste of time:

Whining PhD students are nothing new, but there seem to be genuine problems with the system that produces research doctorates (the practical “professional doctorates” in fields such as law, business and medicine have a more obvious value). There is an oversupply of PhDs. Although a doctorate is designed as training for a job in academia, the number of PhD positions is unrelated to the number of job openings. Meanwhile, business leaders complain about shortages of high-level skills, suggesting PhDs are not teaching the right things. The fiercest critics compare research doctorates to Ponzi or pyramid schemes.

To that I’d like to add that as someone who spent 5 years in a business PhD program and then left to do something I found more interesting (research and writing for a broader, non-specialist audience, not to mention gardening and renovating), I think the problem exists for “professional doctorates” too.

If you’re at a top research school, the “practical value” that your degree has isn’t so practical. At my school, for example, people were socialized away from being interested in something like human resources, mostly through criticism and public humiliation, and socialized toward theory that never seemed to have much practical utility at all.

Let me say too that theory CAN be incredibly practical - theory drives practice in many ways. But some theoretical conversations, even in business, are extreme examples of navel-gazing - of interest to a handful of specialists who cite each other’s work and keep each other’s careers buoyant, and of not much interest or use to anyone else.

I started the Phd program because I was incredibly interested in following a particular idea to its natural end. I thought academia was the place to do that, the place to pursue ideas, and research and writing. I was mostly wrong.

The changes that have been ongoing in academia since the 1970s - changes that have to do with the rise of the economic story in higher education - mean universities aren’t what they used to be.

Ideas don’t get the same play that they once did. There’s an academic underclass forming, fewer jobs all the time, and yet my old school still posts on its webpage that their students who graduate go on to great positions and six-figure salaries. When classmates a couple of years ahead of me had a hard time getting jobs, eventually getting hired on different continents that they never wanted to go to, for not as much money as they had hope for, faculty seemed genuinely puzzled. I still don’t know if they were just willfully ignorant about the changes in the system or believed, as many of them do, that if you’re having problems, it must be your own fault somehow - not the system’s.

In my experience, PhD-land ended up being more about careerism and doing work that would get you graduated and then get you tenure at a school that would push your alma mater up in the rankings, regardless of what your true interests were.

When I finally figured that out, I decided to follow my own interests anyway. In my case, the research and writing that I did ended up in the book MONOCULTURE instead of in a PhD dissertation.

And I’m OK with that. The learning that I did at school was absolutely not a waste of time, but it was almost 100% self-directed and I had to fight for it, though because I had external funding (from national science councils instead of from my department), I had much more latitude to pursue my own interests while I was there.

But I found that where I was, the degree process itself, sad to say, was no longer about the learning. And that truly makes a PhD a colossal waste of time.

Tuesday
Jan252011

The Lost and Found Photos of Vivian Maier

Vivian Maier: 1926-2009I came across this story by clicking through a bunch of links on Twitter, and now can’t remember the tweet source, but what I found stuck with me. From the 1950s through the 1990s, Chicago nanny Vivian Maier took over 100,000 photos of Chicago streetlife.

Her negatives were auctioned off to Jeff Goldstein at a furniture and antique auction. Goldstein says, “From what I know, the auction house acquired her belongings from her storage locker that was sold off due to delinquent payments. I didn’t know what ‘street photography’ was when I purchased them.”

Goldstein kept returning to her work as his own interest in photography started to grow, and he eventually tried to look for Maier - only to find an obituary notice that said she had passed away just a few days earlier.

Maier’s photos, many of people, are so evocative of a lost world. Plus I think it’s brave to figure out how to secretly or not-so-secretly take a photo that shows people as they really are. That’s when faces look most interesting. (All photos from http://vivianmaier.blogspot.com).

 

Thursday
Dec232010

Reindeer, Really

At my house, we have our very own Max, but with less energy.

Thursday
Dec232010

2011 Calendar: Cabin and Cub

A proper New Year's resolution by James Agate (British diarist and critic): "To tolerate fools more gladly, provided this does not encourage them to take up more of my time."

To that end, here's a little desk calendar from Cabin and Cub to remind you of just how much time you have.



 

 

Cabin and Cub:

Celebrate your year with 12 months of Cabin + Cub mixed media collage
images to brighten your days! Perfect for your lovely home, office or
as a gift.

Each calendar comes with 12 different individual
cards (one for each month) printed with Ultrachrome K3 archival inks on
heavy rich archival matte paper. Each calendar also includes a reusable
wooden mini easel stand.

Dimensions: each card is 4 x 5.25
inches. easel height is 5". Total height of assembled calendar is 6.5".
each calendar is packaged in a cello bag.

$20 USD

Monday
Dec202010

O Big Brother, Where Art Thou?

Via NPR: So, it turns out your ebook says a lot about you.

"Most e-readers, like Amazon's Kindle, have an antenna that lets users instantly download new books. But the technology also makes it possible for the device to transmit information back to the manufacturer.

"They know how fast you read because you have to click to turn the page," says Cindy Cohn, legal director at the nonprofit Electronic Frontier Foundation. "It knows if you skip to the end to read how it turns out."

Cohn says this kind of page-view tracking may seem innocuous, but if the company keeps the data long-term, the information could be subpoenaed to check someone's alibi, or as evidence in a lawsuit.

And it's not just what pages you read; it may also monitor where you read them. Kindles, iPads and other e-readers have geo-location abilities; using GPS or data from Wi-Fi and cell phone towers, it wouldn't be difficult for the devices to track their own locations in the physical world."

Thursday
Dec092010

Christmas Music 2010

We here at the hedge were asked to recommend a favorite Christmas song this season and explain why it's meaningful to us. I've got two, at totally different ends of the holiday spectrum. (Here's the other one.)

I'm with Patty Griffin when I hear her sing, "I must confess there appears to be/ Way more darkness than light." That's why my favorite religious Christmas carol is 'O Holy Night.' It never fails to remind me that someday, somehow, all will be well: "A thrill of hope; the weary world rejoices/ For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn."

First version, O Holy Night, featuring Aretha Franklin & Billy Preston.

And in case you want to hear it a second time and sing along at the top of your lungs with a black gospel choir, a version by Mariah Carey, below:

Tuesday
Dec072010

What You'll Find in the Bookstore

A description of what you'll find in the bookstore, by Italo Calvino, in his novel If on a Winter's Night a Traveler:

Books You Haven't Read...the Books You Needn't Read, the Books Made For Purposes Other Than Reading, Books Read Even Before You Open Them Since They Belong To The Category Of Books Read Before Being Written...the Books That If You Had More Than One Life You Would Certainly Also Read But Unfortunately Your Days Are Numbered...the Books You Mean To Read But There Are Others You Must Read First, the Books Too Expensive Now And You'll Wait Till They're Remaindered, the Books Ditto When They Come Out In Paperback, Books You Can Borrow From Somebody, Books That Everybody's Read So It's As If You Had Read Them, Too.



Monday
Dec062010

Out My Window 1: FS Michaels

Now that it's December, this is what I see out my window here in the southern interior of British Columbia. 

As the months get colder, I watch the snow line creep down the hills, a little further each morning, until it's winter and the cold is here to stay. Then the hills no longer disappear into the night, black on black, the way they do in summer. They glow instead, snowy in the moonlight, spellbound under the winter stars.

Thursday
Nov252010

Our Daily Eagle

What's that? Who? The one who plays with dolls? Beagle? Are you sure? Not eagle? No Daily Bird? Daily Dog? What?

Tuesday
Nov232010

Our Daily Bird Followup: You Can't Always Get What You Want

Tuesday
Nov232010

Our Daily Beagle

Thursday
Nov182010

This Old House

I've been thinking a lot about why I don't like houses or furniture, or anything really, that's new but made to look old, furniture that's "distressed" to make it look weathered, wood floors banged up with a hammer so they look worn. 

There is something about this that strikes me as untrue, and I realized what it was when I came across this paragraph in Bayles and Orland's book, Art & Fear. They said,

Today, indeed, you can find urban white artists – people who could not reliably tell a coyote from a German shepherd at a hundred feet – casually incorporating the figure of Coyote the Trickster into their work. A premise common to all such efforts is that power can be borrowed across space and time. It cannot. There’s a difference between meaning that is embodied and meaning that is referenced. As someone once said, no one should wear a Greek fisherman’s hat except a Greek fisherman.

When what looks old really is old, its meaning is embodied, not referenced - and trying to borrow the power of 'old' across space and time can only be referential; it isn't what it is.

If you can't borrow power across space and time then, what's left but to discover your own and embody its meaning yourself?

Tuesday
Nov162010

Conversation

The conversation we had last night in Canadian Tire:

Canadian: “Hey look! It’s a Christmas moose!”

Scottish-Canadian: “That’s not a moose.”

Canadian: “Yes it is.”

Scottish-Canadian: “No it isn’t.”

Canadian: “Yes it IS.”

Scottish-Canadian: “No it isn’t. That’s a reindeer.”

Canadian: “That’s not a reindeer. That’s a moose.”

Scottish-Canadian: “It’s a reindeer!”

Canadian: “It is NOT a reindeer. It’s a MOOSE.”

Scottish-Canadian: “Why would it be a moose? Christmas has reindeer.”

Canadian: “It’s Canada. It’s Christmas. It’s a Christmas moose.”

Scottish-Canadian: [long pause] “That’s crazy.”