the Common Place

2 things i did not know about Ivor Cutler: he was a teacher at Summerhill school, and he was in the Beatles film Magical Mystery Tour.

The wikipedia article also yields this:

…leaving a teaching job he held in the 1950s, he cut up his tawse and handed the pieces to the class.

My friend Ruth’s ex-husband George Campbell has a funny story about meeting one of his old schoolmasters, a dedicated user of the tawse, at an Amnesty International meeting.

There’s nothing quite like a Scots education.

More Ivor: Looking for truth with a pin.

And here’s an animation of “Lemon Flower” from the album “Jammy Smears.”

Snow on the Summit this morning, down to 2,000 feet tonight. No class last night because of MLK holiday or I would have had to drive through it on 17. Instead we went on a short hike in Pogonip  right before it started to pour.

It was such a trip to come across Viktor Tsoy in a totally unexpected (for me) place: on 3quarksdaily. Though I guess given the catholic (notice the small c, my atheist friends) tastes of the bunch there I shouldn’t be too surprised.

The piece on 3quarks was an excerpt from this post on the Knackered Hack, which he followed up with a post tying together many threads, including this sleep- and vodka-befogged conversation:

Viktor: Mozhna Teem? (Can I speak to Tim?)

Knackered Hack: [sleepily] Da, eta Teem. (Yes, this is Tim)

Viktor: Teem, eta Viktor. Kak dela? (Tim, it’s Viktor. How are things?)

Knackered Hack: [In a moaning, evidently nauseous voice] Neechevo (So-so)

Viktor: Teem, u tebya seegareta? (Tim, do you have a cigarette?)

Knackered Hack: Nyet (No)

Viktor: Teem, ya ‘khochu seegareta. (Tim, I want a cigarette.)

Knackered Hack: Ya tozhe … Do sveedanye. (Me too … Goodbye.)

If this is true then it represents one of the more fluent conversations I ever had in Russian. So it’s sad that I wasn’t there to recall it. In vodka veritas, clearly.

Now, it’s been years since I’ve been around Russian speakers, except occasionally in my UCSC Extension classes, and those encounters typically do not involve the consumption of vodka and black bread. But since encountering KH’s post, I’ve discovered that Tsoy is very much alive on the internets, especially youtube. The sound quality is pretty uneven, but just hearing that much Russian has been like opening a window in my brain. I’ve been thinking about stuff I haven’t thought of in years, and finding I remember more Russian than I thought.

In particular I’ve been reminded of how Russian can be both extremely laconic and very musical at the same time. Take the opening line of “Posledniy Geroy” (Last Hero): “Noch’ korotka, tsel’ daleka” (”the night is short and the goal is far away”). I know, it’s not Pushkin, it’s only rock and roll, but I like it.

I wonder if anyone has done research about how language interacts with memory formation. This experience, of having a window open in my brain, reminds of when my grandmother’s wits were beginning to wander a bit, and I happened to say something to her in German. She answered in German and we had a mostly coherent conversation, but from then on, her language setting was stuck on German. This was very inconvenient for the rest of my family. (After a nap, she was able to speak English again.)

What is interesting was that High German was a second language for both my Grandma and me. High German was the language of church and (daily) Bible-reading in Mt. Lake, Minnesota, in the early 20th century. Mennonite Plautdietsch was the everyday language of family interaction. My dad grew up speaking neither because grandma was Moravian and spoke whatever it is that Moravians speak, and also because Grandpa was very modern (for a Mennonite) and wanted his kids to speak good English and not be labelled “dumb Russians.” Russian, not German, because they came from Mennonite colonies in the Crimea. Did my choice of foreign languages have something to do with ancestral memories? I have no clue, they just seemed like interesting choices at the time.

[I also posted on Viktor Tsoy and magnitizdat’ culture on Dangerous Intersection. KH promises that he will be posting more on Tsoy including personal photos and recordings from the time he spent hanging out with Kino in the mid-’80’s, so stay tuned. ]

I’m going to feature some of my clients when they do (or pay me to do) something particularly cool. Here’s a video by Gary Irving that we put on the GP Surfboards site.

Working for these guys has been cool, particularly when the whole team (7 guys) showed up to preview the new web site design. There has never been so much testosterone in the John Malkovich Suite here at the ID Building Mezzanine.

OK, I’ve decided to go ahead and start this blog, even though I don’t have the design completely worked out. The perfect can be the enemy of the good, as I have to keep reminding myself.

Besides, since we have reached css nirvana, where presentation is totally separate from content, why wait for the visual design before charging ahead? The classic theme will do until I get my own groove going.

To build my custom theme, I’ll be working with “Sandbox” which bills itself as the “Themers’ Theme.” We’ll see how it goes.