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Katie Wants an Invite. Right Now, Please!

All my respect to women. Then it’s said.
But flicking through my firefox bookmarks the other day I stumbled over something rather awkward. When reading the news The Guardian and The Times are usually my favoured. I know: Labour vs. Conservatives (Rusbrigder – Harding) - and bla bla bla.
My stumbling block though, was the article in The Times written by Katie Price. Yes: Katie Price; Jordan; Peter Andre’s wife; the UK no. 1 ‘glamour model’. In this very remarkable article, she explains her annoyance of not being invited to a Polo match (Cartier Polo International) even though she is so very successful. Hmmm… Why is this even vaguely newsworthy? I mean, it’s not even interesting! If she wanted to go so badly, why didn’t she buy a ticket?

My biggest annoyance is probably not that The Times chooses to publish a story like this. Nor is it that Katie Price is so extraordinarily ludicrous. No, I think my major frustration is me spending 2 minutes actually reading it. But I really had to, though. It’s scary, but even though you know how dull the thing you are about to read is, sometimes you must. Just like bill-boards with an alluring picture on it. Or even sometimes gossip magazines.

The Cartier Polo International is held at the Guards Polo Club, associated with the royal family. The Duke of Edinburgh is the President for Christ’s sake. And still, Mrs. Price says: “More than 35,000 people came to the polo match last weekend but I was excluded.
Why? I’m a successful author and businesswoman, a rider, I am learning to play polo and I compete in dressage events”. Nude glamour modeling is first of all not the most admired career path. Second of all; is success necessarily invites to royal happenings? At next year’s noble or royalty-associated Cartier Polo International gathering, I believe is would be on it’s place if they invited Pete Doherty. Maybe also Amy Winehouse. (If any of them is still alive at that time of course). That would suit the purple drapes and large jewels.

Katie: There are no common people except in the highest spheres of society. (Thank you Mr. Twain).

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A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall

Eric Cartman of South Park can finally agree upon something with God; Hippies. “Hippies. They’re everywhere, They wanna save the world, but all they do is smoke pot and smell bad”. And go to festivals, I might add to Cartman’s classic itch. Anyhow, it seems like the same interpretation God has of them, as he every year decides to let it rain during both Roskilde and Glastonbury Music Festival.

I went to Roskilde in 2004 - one of the many years where it rained cats and dogs nearly 6 out of 6 days. I mean, not that watching Iggy Pop while water from the heavy rain was diluting my beer wasn’t cool enough in itself, but still, the mud is generally pretty annoying in the long run. Last year was even worse as far as I’ve heard. Hippies almost drowned in rain and mud, and a lot of people headed early home because of the terrible weather. This year seems to run into the same problem. But, what is really dense in my opinion, is to keep running the festivals in these specific last week of June/ first week of July. For as long as I’ve lived the two weeks of Wimbledon, which is pretty much the same, have been a combination of washouts and extreme heat-waves, so why is it that late July or early August isn’t the festival weeks? I really can’t figure it out…

But maybe I’m being this negative only because I’m not going. Neil Young is there, Radiohead will be playing and then of course Mike Skinner as The Streets. Even Slayer, Cat Power and Jay-Z will be rocking up the crowd… So why am I not a proud Roskilde festivalgoer this year? Well first of all, I haven’t got a ticket and don’t really want to pay 1800 DKK for one (call me niggardly). It might also be Platon and Aristotle’s idea of the human nature as reacting on background of prudence.

But then again; prudence my ass… - I fear that I’ve turned boring and old before time…

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Alien in Pretoria

As Darwin and Wallace’s theory suggests, more creatures in a population are born than can survive. This is the struggle for existence. So when some 10.000 Chinese decides to settle elsewhere - in this case South Africa - the colonialists must react. That’s pretty fair isn’t it? First they reacted with discrimination under apartheid which gave them very little liberty to earn decent money or have decent jobs. This also reflected their societal status, and respect was a word that wasn’t heard of for very long. Now, 17 years after the racist apartheid system ceased, the Chinese South Americans have won the rights to be classified as ‘Black’.

Now what is really strange, is the classification of Asians. People from Korea, Taiwan and Japan were categorized as ‘White’. But, no no, Chinese are ‘Black’. Weird? Then think about it again, and correct your impulse to ‘extremely lame’! Might even ferocious, I could argue.

Marcel Berlins, from Guardian, recalls a trip to South Africa in the 1960s, where the Chinese were still under very strict restrictions, but the Japanese were seen as ‘white’: “Hardly anyone at the time had the faintest idea how to distinguish between Chinese and Japanese people, even supposing they were aware that the latter, legally speaking, were now Caucasians. But what if a newly whitened Japanese person was treated as though they were Chinese? A team of government officials was sent out to explain to puzzled restaurant owners and other service providers that the east Asian-looking gentlemen soon to enter their premises were to be served politely rather than turfed out unceremoniously. It caused great confusion at the time, but was clearly successful in business terms.”

My first thought was, how does this benefit the Chinese, does it make any difference, and hpw does this shit work? Well, apparently, the motive was financial. By being part of the (’luda’cris) black label, the Chinese gets access to various black economic empowerment schemes available to the victims of apartheid. Great life.

My last comment won’t be any anthropological nonsense on why this is normal in South Africa, or why this is even possible to take place now-a-days. No, I want to quote The Yardbirds’s song called ‘Mister, You’re a better Man than I’, as I believe it’s more clever than what I can come up with right now: Could you condemn a man, If your faith he doesn’t hold? Say the colour of his skin, Is the colour of his soul? Or could you say if men, For king and country all must die? Then Mister you’re a better man than I, Yeah You’re a better man than I

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In Masquerade - My Political Comment

I am not the biggest political activist, nor do I follow the US election that intense as I feel I should. Nonetheless, I can’t bear the look of John McCain. It seems many Americans think of him as a lovable patriot with a maverick streak: The war hero of Vietnam, who will fight and stand up for the war in Iraq until the Muslim terrorists are sure they can’t mess with the Americans.

But! The inescapable ‘but’! Away from the political speeches and Republican newspaper’s headlines he’s an anti-abortion Creationist who surrounds himself with religious extremists. No matter how hard he tries to disguise it, the fact that McCain believe Islam is evil and gays are immoral is difficult to oversee. Sure, gays probably aren’t the ones helping to rid of Aids and Hiv, but I mean, isn’t it natural now-a-days that people have the possibility to be respected no matter what sex they prefer? Maybe not, but the sad thing is, that the dark sides of McCain’s primeval ideas doesn’t stop here. My beloved friend, John McCain, wants to appoint extreme conservatives to the Supreme Court and see abortion banned, just like his late ancestors would have it. Anachronism if you like - either way disastrous. But then again, could we expect something else from a man who was born on a military base, in Panama?

As young Americans return in bodybags from Iraq - and probably Iran too before long - an old soldier like McCain, who is from a family of warriors, seems a natural choice as the superpower-leader in this dangerous world. In my world John McCain seems to be a little bit like the new disability dolls: either he is a sick joke or a blessing - of course this depends on what mask you see him wearing. But, as Oscar Wilde pointed out in his ‘Truth of Masks’ : the usage of masks are very important in all games. Masks, he argued, has a double function as they are both picturesque and dramatic - just like McCain (patriot vs. creationist) can be argued to be.

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Curious of Curiosity - Touch Me I am Sick

I have a little fling for human and social sciences these days. Let it be sociology, philosophy, anthropology or linguistics - you name it… I am not sure why I like it or why it fascinates me, but sometimes I think it is because it doesn’t give me any real answers. I am not good at being told things, so I might as well read books that only suggest instead of state. Other times I believe it is of my curiosity; I have grown a strong desire to learn or know about reasons, causes, logic, judgments and diversity of these. (And then I am really fed up with gullible people, sorry to say).

When I saw the British classic Blow Up some years ago I forgot about quite quickly. Seeing it again some months ago made my mind curious to discover the places, the lines and the true meaning of the almost quintessential message of curiosity and meta-interest (as it is called in the academic milieux, I’ve been told). What seems to happen is apparently that human curiosity about curiosity itself combined with abstract thinking sometimes lead to mimesis and imagination. Probably a bit like the situation I often take myself in, where I think somebody walk in the hall outside the bathroom while I am showering. After 10 minutes of nervous searching around the flat I realize it was my own mirror-image that reflected a shadow. Really annoying, actually.

Another weird kind of curiosity is the interest of morbidity. This cathartic form of behaviour when seeing something disastrous is pretty bizarre, but I reckon everybody knows the feeling of curiosity when one sees a damaged car, a wrecked train or whatever Aristotle meant when saying ‘people enjoy contemplating the most precise images of things whose sight is painful to us’. It’s weird that such an unpleasant sight gives a kind of natural feeling of disgust that might even pleases you in other aspects of innate human emotions - and animalistic for that matter.

But to be honest; the reason why I’m writing this is because of some weird notions I’ve taken the last couple of months. First of all, why is it people always touch were a sign says ‘newly painted’? And why is people sniff when they are told that the person sitting next to them just farted? I mean, it’s just weird that this disgust needs to be verified isn’t it? It might just be that ‘People are Strange’ as Jim Morrison titled one of his songs. Maybe its because of the extreme curiosity that people suffer from (or benefit from, of course). Sometimes I think it is because people don’t trust each other, and want to confirm the warnings themselves! Either way, it is uncanny and even eerie, especially as I am curious to know why we are curious…

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The Gentleman Notion

Earlier today I read the excellent article on gentlemen at The Times Online, where William Drew questions gentlemen as a dying breed. Apparently Dunhill, the British men’s outfitter, have asked several types to recount how a so-called NBG (New British Gentleman) behaves, what he wears and how he lives. I won’t give a summery of the whole article here but some of the more important and basic outlines include gentlemen as gallant and generous, firm, determined, yet with humour. Basically to have good manners, be chivalrous and charming and still remain dignity, and I believe we all agree on this?

The article then asks if this ‘gentlemaness’, ‘the notion that respectful, dignified behaviour, is losing out to cut-throat capitalism’? And further more states that ‘being a gentleman in politics will get you nowhere bar a long career warming the backbenches.’ The whole article also deals with gentlemen being of a certain classification in society, class wise. A very interesting point, I believe. However, is gentlemen not most of all an invention, an ideal for a part of a persons identity? I question if the ‘real gentlemen’ not sometimes fake a leg injury so he don’t have to give his seat up in the train, if he not sometimes farts in public and pretends nothing happened, if he not sometimes put the two pounds the grocery owner gave him in exchange by mistake, in his pocket and walks away?

What I am saying is simply that I don’t believe gentlemen really are the unspoiled paragon of men and their behaviour probably aren’t as flawless as one might think. Gentlemen can’t be generalized. Some of them are probably just pure sycophants, if I may be a little rude. And too be a little more anthropological here, let me paraphrase the English philosopher Hobbes (when talking of power relations, but works as well in this discourse) : what is unseen is unknown and, therefore, unlimited in its powers. It could be, or do, absolutely anything (Pye 1984 : 93-94).
So, why am I writing this? Probably because I haven’t got the guts to comment on William Drew’s article directly at The Times. Nor will there be enough space for all this blabbering.
You can possibly argue this to me pure hokum, nonetheless, to me, a gentleman has not only something to do with social status, a certain dress code, or a Blackberry. Yes, it has something to do with pretension, modesty and awareness. But I wont make a gentleman into a Kouros of nobleness (figuratively speaking - one must be careful these days). Furthermore: I do believe in the modern gentleman, and I also believe I know where to find him.

Of course my idea of the ‘new gentleman’ isn’t that far away from Drew’s. Firt of all I don’t believe in ferocious or avaricious gentlemen. But neither do I think gentlemen are part of a kind of special ‘human seraph’. To me, before I’m getting too tedious for some of you (my brother reminded me the other day of the simple idea of K.I.S (Keep It Simple), a gentleman is a person who has the backbone too be himself but at the same time be modest and generous - in both behaviour and in mind. A gentleman is the one who is aware of others (in a positive sense), and can behave in various social classes and milieux. He is not necessarily wearing a suit, a tie, or any formal wear, but he is a person who is not scared of doing the right thing (whenever it is needed of him of course). A gentleman, say James Bond, can go home at night with his head up - even to go home and eat pizza from the pack and drink beer from the bottle (just like the pictures I have uploaded of my gentleman friends, right right?).

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If you want to send a message - go to Western Union!

Or, if you don’t wanna go to Western Union you can go to this website and pay a guy 30 euro’s to write a graffiti message somewhere on the 620 km long wall that now separates Israel from Palestine in the West Bank area. As it says on the page: ‘(the wall) was meant to keep people apart, now it also brings people together’. The project is created to remind Palestinians they have not been forgotten by the rest of the world; ‘It helps them keeping hope alive’. Keep hope alive as we will support their case by paying them to write graffiti. Does it make sense? Maybe…. I guess its a quite good idea that makes people support the Palestinians fight against the irrational tension the Israel government is creating. And, at the same time people get something out of it themselves (i.e. the possibility to write a message and get three pictures of it). As the ‘activists’ say: ‘we are human beings, just like you, with sense of humour and lust for life’ and not only mad people trying to kill Israelites, which is a good reminder to many parts of the Western world.

I have earlier on this blog written about my appreciation of good and relevant street art and graffiti. The area where I live at the moment has a lot of graffiti; some of it is terrible and stupid (as the many tags on my front door), but much of it is also very beautiful. I believe that not only can graffiti be nice for the eye, it can also tell a lot about the part of a particular area and especially the people who live in that specific area - just like the ones who paint on the Israel-Palestinian wall! It tells me a lot about those people, that they have the guts and/ or are enough emotionally involved to go out and do something about the conflict; Express themselves (or express others for their benefit!). It is the same case with the Berlin Wall. I have visited Berlin many time during the last 5 years and each time I go see the remaining parts of the Berlin Wall (see pictures below) as it serves as a proof or reminder of the Cold War’s many victims and social stratifications of east and west during the 45 years of separation. I have loads of pictures from the Berlin Wall as I am fanatic about the small notions, signs, comments and decelerations people wrote on it (see for yourself under text). The beautiful about graffiti is, that it can remind you of historical events, forgotten times and relevant phenomena and most often still made by the very people of the street.

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Michael Musto as Lindsay Lohan as Marilyn Monroe

The famous photographer Bert Stern did an even more famous photo series of Marilyn Monroe in the 1960s as part of a magazine. A month ago, the brilliantly and gorgeous American actress Lindsey Lohan was shot by the same photographer for the very trendy and ever so amazing New York magazine. Marilyn was a washed up pill popper whose star was on the wane when her ictures were taken, and I don’t know if poor Lindsey is still suffering from a little bit of alcoholica, but nonetheless I guess Michael Musto do. Musto’s pictures are not shot by Stern, but they show Musto as Lohan (or Monroe for that matter)! Have a look yourself - this is hilarious!