Union of the Snake

I've done a whole series about snake imagery as it relates to the Crucifixion and the medical profession, as well as the sculpture of Bourdelle, the shenanigans of Moses, and the Black Virgins. Not sure I have more to say on the theme, but in the cause of my ongoing psychogeographical-like efforts to invest the drab and humdrum commute I am obliged to undertake in my ongoing struggle as a wage slave with some meaning, I post this. The Toulouse metro uses a symbol for each station, and the Phaculté de Pharmacie uses a serpent. 

Of course, this is self-evident. What is not is that it's one of the stations I now use frequently in my current pursuit of gainful employment. Signs and symbols keep reoccurring in my personal geography.  My psychogeography. Apophenia, red car phenomenon. Whatever.  Both objectively "true" and subjectively meaningful. As if subjective and objective mean anything anymore, if they ever did.

And hey, it sets my thoughts in motion and makes the drab and deary navigation through the stultifying urban shitscape somehow a little better than completely meaningless..... 

All Eyes on Me

 

In 2016, LoS reported about the well-meaning Spanish woman who tried to restore an old painting of Jesus and it ended up looking like a monkey.  Ecce Homo, meet Ecce Mono!

Now, in what has been called a "lapse of sanity" a security guard in a Russian museum has made news for "improving" Soviet artist Anna Leporskaya's modernist "Three Figures" by crudely drawing eyes on the faceless figures.  Maybe he was afraid the painting, Ouija board-like, would call up Slender Man? 

("In most stories his face is white and featureless, but occasionally his face appears differently to anyone who sees it....")

The painting is valued at 1 million USD and restoration at 3400 USD.  That's a lot of security guard hours.  And a lapse of sanity to boot.  

Or an homage to Marcel Duchamp's L.H.O.O.Q..  Or maybe just an irresistible will to whimsy, a return to childhood.  Tell me you've never given a supermodel a blackened tooth or an eye-patch.... never put a Hitler mustache on a Rotarian! 

Maybe a security guard being paid crap wages was making a statement about the irony of a Soviet artist's painting being worth so much.  And knowing that repairing it would cost more than a few month's salary. 

I'm an art lover. When paintings are vandalized I'm scandalized. But for some reason this made me giggle.

Footsie

7 February 2021 More than a dozen feet in shoes have washed up on B.C. beaches — and 1 case remains unsolved

 

1 March 2021 How 21 feet washing up on Canadian shores may provide clue in Caddick case

 

15 March 2021  How science solved the mystery of feet washing ashore in the Pacific Northwest

Told ya so....

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Back in 2010 I published a post called Tea for Two about the Tea Party and affiliated groups such as the Oath Keepers.  I ended with a warning that we should be prepared for some "wild and woolly" times akin to Italy's "Years of Lead".  The anni di piombo refers to the 1970's, when political violence between left and right-wing extremists was tearing Italy apart.

At the time, people castigated me for being alarmist and completely off-base.  I would present the mob violence of January 6th as validation of my prediction.  And today, WaPo has two articles/editorials about civil conflict in the USA.  One is about a CIA analyst who applied her criteria for countries susceptible to civil war.  She, and other NGO's, claim the US is a lot closer to a civil war than many of us would like to believe.  Her job is to track and predict these things, so I'd assume her book How Civil Wars Start is probably an alarming read.

In a second editorial, three retired US generals warn that the military must prepare itself for civil war.  They are not just referring to dealing with mob violence like we saw in January, but the possibility that Trump-supporting governors might refuse to obey the President; they cite the commander of the Oklahoma civil guard refusing to obey Biden's order that all soldiers must be vaccinated, arguing his Commander in Chief is not the President but the Governor of Oklahoma.

I don't know if he is correct or not, but these generals are genuinely concerned that some military units could choose to support Trump or a Trumpian figure if Trump is defeated in 2024.  They evoke not only the possibility of civil insurrection, but of military units obeying different orders and recognizing opposing authorities.  Civil war, in other words.

Maybe their fear is unwarranted, but given the number of vets and even active-duty personnel who participated in January 6th, I think we should heed their advice....

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I've written quite a few posts about the removal of Confederate memorials, changing flags, and even city seals.  In The Politics of Removal I mentioned an agency whose job is to review place names and, when appropriate update them.  I think we can all agree "N-word Creek" is no longer a viable official name.  At the time I learned that the word "squaw" is not a word we should use, either, as the meaning is not merely "wife" or "woman" as the old Westerns have it. It's actually quite vulgar and offensive.  So I found this WaPo article interesting.  It talks about changing the names and how a replacement isn't always so straightforward.  Sometimes a Native American name is considered, but as the article observes, different tribes don't always agree on which word.  And of course White people are often reluctant to countenance any change at all.

This process isn't limited to the US.  In France a town called La Mort aux Juifs was changed in 2015, now split between the hamlets of Les Croisilles and La Dogetterie.  Similar requests were made in 1992 and 2014.  The reason is clear.  The French translation can be translated as "The death of the Jews" but also "Death to the the Jews". 

Similarly, in Spain a place once named Castrillo Motajudíos ("Jew hill camp") in 1035 was changed to Castrillo Matajudíos ("Jew-killer camp") in 1627.  In 2015 the town voted to change it again, to Castrillo Mota de Judíos, something like "The hill camp of the Jews" which sounds better than "Jew hill!"

Yet we'll always have Santiago Matamoros:  Saint James the Moor Slayer....

"Good Luck, Toni" A new book, a new website, and a book signing....

 

 

 

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Back in December, 2018 I posted that my friend Waîthira Francis had published her first novel, My Name is Toni.

I'm pleased to report that she's published a sequel, Good Luck, Toni.

Toni is no longer a naïve, young Kenyan immigrant struggling with her religious upbringing as she navigates the mores of an unfamiliar culture, but a married woman, a mother, and a working professional.

"Her life is not spared the drama, love snares and shenanigans that seem to follow Toni everywhere."

Francis has created a website where you can order copies from her directly:  Waîthira Francis.

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I've organized a reading/book signing for November 12th at 8PM.   The reading will take place at The Wild Rose (17, rue Maury, Toulouse; you can contact the venue directly at 09 81 84 88 06.)  

In addition to Francis, I will be reading from my novella, The Ice Mine.  Books will be available for purchase and signing.  This reading was originally planned for over a year ago but was derailed by the pandemic.

Fabrice Gieryga will play a few songs and I will sing on one song and play tambourine on some others.  The reading and music will last an hour and a half at most. 

The Lost Generation had Paris in the 20's and 30's.  The Beats called an unnamed hotel at 9, rue Gît-le-Cœur home from the late 50's to the early 60's.  Will Toulouse become known as a literary hotbed for the expat writers of Generation X?  Come help make it happen.  At the least you can grab a drink and hear some literature and live music....