Friday, August 23, 2013

Sex and the City


          A couple of recent films set in Havana portray the Cuban capital as essentially an uncredited character in the story.  Both Tomás Gutiérrez Alea and Juan Carlos Tabío’s 1993 political tale ‘Strawberry and Chocolate’ and Julian Schnabel’s 2000 portrait of the poet Reinaldo Arenas ‘Before Night Falls’ give us a city that is decaying before our eyes, a corrupt old roué, for whom even at this advanced age, sex remains the fuel that keeps things going.  People living in ‘La Habana’, especially the young, are desperate to escape the lecherous embrace that seeks to corrupt everyone.  At the same time, anyone struggling to escape, faces a gravitational pull that is stronger than any dying star.

Ironically, even in the current film, Lucy Mulloy’s ambitious tale of love and despair ‘Una Noche’, the specific sexuality in question, as in the earlier two films, is the same-sex kind.  Ironic, because perhaps one of the most macho cities on the planet seems to be undercut by deep threads of homo eroticism, usually unfulfilled, but simmering close to the surface.  In ‘Una Noche’, the sexuality is both easy going and casual and at the same time, the source of motives that drive the story forward.
Brother and sister Elio (Javier Núñez Florián)
and Lila (
Anailín de la Rúa) 
(The final irony about gay Havana, of course, is that after decades of repression and reeducation of ‘Las Maricas’, one of the most visible and prominent LGBT activists in the world has emerged there:  Fidel’s neice Mariela Castro – President Raul’s daughter.)


Mulloy’s film, which was produced with the blessing of Spike Lee, and appears to have been made without a cent of ‘commercial’ investment, has made its way to festivals and film competitions, so that as it begins its main-stream run, it hits the scene with an impeccable pedigree, and a raft of awards.

Mulloy claims the film is based on a true story.  She lived in Havana for a number of years getting to know people, looking for non professional actors for her drama, and in general, figuring out the allure, the sadness, the sexiness, and general despair that pervade the city.

The plot is simplicity itself:  two young men want to escape Havana (a pretty old story).  The younger sister of one of the young men adores her brother, and doesn’t want him to leave for the U.S.  The sexual dynamics within the trio propel the story.  The brother and sister, Elio and Lila, have an easy going love for each other, a chaste loyalty that goes back to their earliest childhood.  Lila is constantly teased for her long frizzy hair, the hair on her arms, and her Frida-like eye brows.  In fact, she is a sultry, nubile beauty, unaware of her innate sexiness, more tom boy than seductress.  As Lila, Anailín de la Rúa de la Torre is flat out wonderful.  She reminds us of a very young Anna Magnani, or Salma Hayek.

Into this mix, drops Raul, a bonafide stud/hunk, who gets lots of screen time without his shirt.  Raul claims his chiseled brown chest and arms are the result of not getting enough to eat.  His sexuality is so strong, you can almost smell the pheromones coming off the screen.

Mulloy set’s up Raul’s sexuality as the ‘problem’ of the film; ‘problem’ not in the sense of failure, but rather the source of the dramatic tension that drives the story forward.

The ‘problem’, as it were, is that older brother Elio (a moving performance by Javier Núñez Florián) is totally in thrall of Raul, and sets out to help him escape from Havana, one assumes, more because of his love for the steamy hunk, than any deep desire to escape.  He is torn, of course, between his love and loyalty to his beloved sister Lila, whom he regrets leaving behind, and his lust for Raul, which seems inescapable and doomed.  Raul (a heart-breaking performance by Daniel Arrechaga) for his part is both a romantic protagonist and a cad.  He assumes Elio’s attention and help escaping Havana is borne of brotherly affection, and not a late adolescent crush.  For his part, Raul instantly hits on the Taekwando-practicing Lila, who will have none of his nonsense.  She apparently has no particular problem with her brother’s sexuality, but rather dislikes Raul because he appears to be taking advantage of her brother.  Her dislike of Raul, however, is not so strident that she won’t allow herself to be caught up the boys’ attempt to escape Cuba, for Miami, 90 miles away.

There are other characters – the young people’s families, co-workers and acquaintances, each displaying another form of decay and corruption – are more or less incidental set pieces for the story.  Their contributions are primarily to demonstrate the hellish nature of the life the youngsters want to escape.

The great miracle of the film, however, is Mulloy’s wonderful sense of observation.  Her carefully chosen views of the intoxicating city, paint a rich and moving picture of a metropolis rotting in on itself, falling apart at the seams, and yet singing, drumming, dancing, having sex, seducing, and getting on with life.  In another light, Havana would be a sweet paradise.  But life has become so shabby for most people, torn between desperate survival and oblivion, that morals, ethics, civil behavior simply falls away.  It is the opposite of innocent.  Petty theft, disease, crumbling buildings, barely functioning cars and broken lives are the back drop to Raul, Lila and Eilio’s desperate efforts to escape.  It is no wonder that the young trio sets out in the face of enormous peril:  compared to what they are leaving behind, almost no danger would be too much.

Mulloy is clearly a film maker to be watched.  Even though the ‘Una Noche’ runs out of dramatic juice toward the end, it’s a work of enormous promise, and a display of keen observation that really gets under your skin.  The real star is none of the sexy trio at it’s heart, but rather the ravishing and ravaged city of Havana itself.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Three Score Inventory


    Somehow, without grace or dignity, I’ve completed sixty years of life.  It seemed appropriate to write something about it, but it’s been hard to settle on a form.  Literarily, there are many choices – essay, manifesto, autobiography – they all seemed too self indulgent and narcissistic.  Considering who I am, I don’t need more encouragement in that direction.

I settled on an inventory.  I'm listing, more or less, objectively what my life has summed up to now.  The inventory doesn’t allow me much sensitive privacy, and honesty has always been an important part of who I am.  It’s not always what I do, but it is what I aspire to.  

There are no secrets.  There are only facts that can hurt you and facts that can't.  It's only the facts you try to hide that can hurt you.  Someone always knows. That's why I keep so few secrets.  Plus, it's easier to keep track of the truth.

So here’s the inventory.


Passport photos, L-R 1967, 1970, 1979, 1985, 1996, 2006 - artifacts are due to passport stamp on photo
I have two brothers and two sisters.  I love them more than anyone on earth.  The kinds of engagement I have with them is different for each one.  They are my best friends, and I haven’t the shadow of a doubt if I called from Antarctica and said I needed any one of them, they would be at my side as fast as the universe would let them.
Beaupre kids, circa 1960

I have visited 129 cities in 42 countries on four continents (although not Antarctica).  I’m way behind schedule.  An Ecuadorian friend once said to me “…la vida es corta y el mundo es pequeño…”  (“life is short and the world is small…”).  It’s been a guiding principle.  I will not have the opportunity to visit another planet in my lifetime, so I should see as much of this one as possible.  I’ve visited Mother Theresa’s tomb in Kolkota, and swam with the seals in the Galapagos.  I’ve walked the hallways of the Sydney Opera house, gone to the 80th floor of the Petronas Towers in Kuala Lumpur, meditated in the ruins of the great theatre at Mycenae in Greece, and ridden horse back in the Valle de Maravellas in Colombia.  I’m mostly reminded how little I’ve done, and how much there remains to be experienced.

I have shared a Long-Term Bed, a decade each, with precisely two.  The Home-Town girl went with me to live for a year in Paris and moved to New York with me after that.  I moved to California with The Colombian, sending him ahead by air and me driving across the country with all our belongings.  Then I taught him to drive.

The one common element between each of those spectacular crashes is me, so I must carry responsibility for the failures too.  It’s little consolation, but it’s only fair.  The best I can figure is that I have a strong and suffocating personality, and each of them simply wanted away from me.  WHY we broke up in both cases has been easier to understand than HOW they happened.  It was likely not intentional, but they each broke my heart, needlessly, pointlessly, in their own special way.  It only proved to me that no matter how old you are, there remains the capacity to be an impetuous brat.

The weird thing is that neither of them held much of a sexual attraction for me.  But sweetly, gently, and in increments, we grew to love each other; both The Home-Town Girl and The Colombian, a decade each, a decade apart.

In fact, it wasn’t until I was out of both of those relationships that I came into my own, sexually.  I grew up in Nevada, but I GREW UP in New York.  I’ve always found it sexy, scary, intoxicating, addictive, inevitable; a place that knew me better than I knew myself.

I’m not alone, or lonely, even though I live by myself now.  I have a handful of really close and beloved intimates, and a huge extended tribe of students, cousins, old friends and colleagues from the various endeavors of my life.  They console me, despite the fact that I tend to hide out a lot and avoid everyone.  I love them more than they know and attend to them less than they deserve.

The closest of those friends is Ivy.  It is impossible to explain our connection, but it is deep, rich beyond measure, and a sustaining fountain of my life. 
Ivy, circa 1990,
photo by Ashkan Sahihi
A friend asked me if my passionate friendship with Ivy would change when she married David.  There wasn’t a moment of hesitation.  I figured if he loved Ivy as much as I do, then I had to love him too.  Done.  Easy.  I love them both.

I’ve been HIV+ for over a quarter of a century, my survival due as much to fate and physicians, as it is to working constantly on the little things required to stay alive.  There have been harrowing episodes, and close calls.  It has never been guaranteed I would make three score years, but I must have accidentally done some things right, considering that I am writing this now.

I try to bake my own bread as often as I can.  I don’t always have time, but it’s  it’s good for the heart and soul; a useful skill to have; one of which I am inordinately proud.  It connects me with centuries of ancestors and civilization, and makes meals as much a sacrament as a source of nourishment.

The one person who has had the greatest influence on me – with all deference and respect to my Mom, who has loved me unconditionally, and my Dad who loved me conditionally – was my beloved grand mother, Marjorie Hugo Tanner, known to her grand kids as ‘Mimere’.  She died in 2006 at age 100 & ½.  She was a huge, quiet, creative force who never doubted that I would do something important, even while I did.

When you talk about most people, there’s always a caveat:  “…he’s a good father, but…”  - or “…she raised some great kids, but she…”  There was no caveat or conditional explanation with Mimere.  She was loved by virtually everyone. I never knew anyone to have a beef with her, and even her sometimes sensitive relationship with my dad was never communicated to us.  I assume she wasn’t happy with the way my dad lived his life and more important, how he treated her daughter, my mom.  Nonetheless, she never showed anything but respect and deference to him, and for his part, I think my dad worked to try to earn her respect as well.  I don’t know how they felt about each other when they passed; Mimere outlived my dad by half a decade.  I don’t read
With Mimere, Bar Harbor ME, 1981
any special message in that; it’s simply the case.

I have a number of measurable accomplishments – awards, degrees, positions.  I’m mostly proud of them, although winning the earliest of my journalism awards was sometimes poignantly painful, as the statue or plaque or whatever seemed to mock me saying “…see, you won this award, but you live alone…”  I’m a bit more generous with myself now, and am genuinely proud of that recognition.

Of all my current accomplishments, however, I am most proud  that for the past four months, I’ve been swimming a little over three miles a week.  I don’t go for speed; it takes me over an hour, but I manage each mile without being winded or exhausted.  The water feels sensuous and it’s a good time to meditate, reflect, and focus my mind on the present.  I can’t imagine not swimming now.

My two best friends died last year; neither making it to sixty.  Claes Andreasson was the finest audio engineer and journalist I’ve ever known.  We travelled and worked together in Brazil, Peru, Mexico, Nevada and a number of locations in California.  He had a heart-attack four days before my birthday last year.  I miss him terribly.  He was the perfect friend at a perfect time in my life, the person I could speak to without judgment, edit or censor.  He’ll always be a presence and guiding force in my life.
Claes, 2011

The other friend, Christopher David Trentham - everyone knew him as 'CDT' - was one of the first people I met when I moved to LA with The Colombian.  We did our first national radio stories together, and grew as journalists, radio producers, and story tellers, pretty much learning on the fly, and winning a shelf full of awards.  Our friendship was as comfortable as an old pair of slippers – familiar, goofy, filled with inside jokes and convoluted language.  He would never ask me if I wanted to go to the movies; rather he would inquire “Might there be a cinematic event in our future?” – and invariably, when he purchased the tickets, he would text me “I have acquired the elusive ducats…”  My life was richer and fuller with Christopher as a friend.

Last July, Christopher announced that he was going to Paris and that I was going with him.  I thanked him, and said I’d love to go but that I didn’t think I could afford it.  He looked me in the eye and said “Money (long hesitation) is no object…”
CDT, Paris 2012

An offer I couldn’t refuse.  Besides, the one thing I love more than visiting Paris is showing it to someone for the first time, watching them discover the Ile de la Cité, my favorite (if touristy) restaurant Chartier, and all the other highlights we could jam into 10 days.  We hit l’Opéra (Garnier really was out of his mind), Louvre, Champs Elysee.  We visited the Eiffel Tower, but with a six hour wait, didn’t go up.  We went to Saint Denis to see the graves of Joan of Arc, Marie Antoinette and the succession of French monarch.  We even got to the Marché aux Puce in Clignancourt, which is not exactly a tourist destination, but an favorite haunt of mine.

For the first time, to be perfectly pretentious, I couldn’t remember how many times I’d been to Paris, not including the year I lived there with The Home-Town Girl.

Six weeks later, Christopher was dead from pancreatic cancer.  I don't know if he knew in Paris that he had mere weeks to live; I don't think so.  I sat at his bedside till the brutal end, but have some consolation in knowing the fun we had in Paris.

His passing was different from losing Claes exactly seven months before, but sadness is sadness.  There are no variations in flavor.

Both Christopher and Claes had become such pillars of my life, it had never occurred to me that they wouldn’t be there; that they would pass so long before me.

But when you think about it, you are going to outlive only half of your friends; the other half will go before you and you will have to grieve for their loss.

I expect to be promoted to the rank of full professor within a couple of weeks.  Teaching at this university is the longest job – by far – I’ve ever had.  Over the course of the past decade, I’ve moved through the ranks, earned tenure, served on countless committees and boards, taught something like 2,000 students.  I don’t know if I’m a good professor or not, but I think the students entrusted to us leave better than when they arrived. 

If there is anything about the inventory of three score years, it’s how little I really know.  My curiosity and inquisitiveness has never been stronger, but as for drawing great conclusion about life, I think I am more of a loss now than when I was younger.  Wisdom is elusive, and doesn't come on command, like an obedient dog.

No matter.

The big difference is that it worries me less now.  I’m more concerned with accomplishment than achievement, more comfortable in my skin, and have most of my faculties intact.  I assume that's a good way to look ahead to the decades I have left.

Friday, February 01, 2013

Phish, Spam, and Eggs (on our face)Cu

While Macs are usually hit by Phishing attempts less frequently than Windows machines, it sometimes happens. This current version is remarkably insidious, as it has managed to get around a lot of Spam filters. I’ve even tried some pretty standard reverse-engineering of this shortened URL, without success, so the only way to find out who is sending this Malware, is to actually click on the link WHICH YOU SHOULD NOT DO! I’ve received a number of these from friend’s email addresses, with a jocular ‘Hey’ in the subject line and an embedded, shortened URL, sometimes more than once from the same sender. Because they message looks so much like something a close friend would send, the temptation to click on the link is really powerful. It appears that once you do that, the virus relays the message to all the names in your address book. The destination site appears to just be a run of the mill sleazy finance company, so hopefully, the virus will run its course, like H1N1 as people get the word that this is a virus.
Current Phishing Virus is Insidious
At the same time, I am fascinated by this phenomenon as a journalist and would be interested in any help anyone can provide to ‘reverse engineer’ this ‘bit.ly’ address, and track backward at least to an IP address. If you are a good hacker and want to help in this effort, let me know. To be of any value, we would have to move fairly quickly, before the perps drop their effort and move on to something else. Also, let me know of any experiences you might have had with this particular phishing virus. If not, this is just to warn you if an email like this appears in your mail box, don’t click on it; just delete it – if you haven’t already

SPAM (& egg on our face...)

Screen Shot of Current Phishing Virus

While Macs are usually hit by Phishing attempts less frequently than Windows machines, it sometimes happens.  This current version is remarkably insidious, as it has managed to get around a lot of Spam filters.  I’ve even tried some pretty standard reverse-engineering of this shortened URL, without success, so the only way to find out who is sending this Malware, is to actually click on the link WHICH YOU SHOULD NOT DO!

I’ve received a number of these from friend’s email addresses, with a jocular ‘Hey’ in the subject line and an embedded, shortened URL, sometimes more than once from the same sender.  Because they message looks so much like something a close friend would send, the temptation to click on the link is really powerful.  It appears that once you do that, the virus relays the message to all the names in your address book.  The destination site appears to just be a run of the mill sleazy finance company, so hopefully, the virus will run its course, like H1N1 as people get the word that this is a virus.

At the same time, I am fascinated by this phenomenon as a journalist and would be interested in any help anyone can provide to ‘reverse engineer’ this ‘bit.ly’ address, and track backward at least to an IP address.  If you are a good hacker and want to help in this effort, let me know.  To be of any value, we would have to move fairly quickly, before the perps drop their effort and move on to something else.  Also, let me know of any experiences you might have had with this particular phishing virus.

If not, this is just to warn you if an email like this appears in your mail box, don’t click on it; just delete it – if you haven’t already

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Spirit

I have always loved the spirit of this holiday season.  This is not news - most people revel in the smells, the sounds, the sweetness of life around this time of year.  I've been laying low for a number of reasons, but rest assured that Scrooge hasn't taken over, nor that for any intellectual reason I've given up on the holidays, it's just that circumstances this year have conspired to make it difficult for me to reach you personally.

Jon & Claes, Brazil 2011
The deaths of two of my dearest and closest friends in 2012 have left me reeling.  My travel companion and radio reporting genius Claes was stricken with a heart attack in April, and was suddenly gone.  I had dinner with him on Thurs. night, and on Sat. morning, he was dead.

Christopher, Gare du Nord,
Paris, Sept. 2012
Then, exactly seven months later, on Nov. 15, one of my dearest and oldest friends in Los Angeles, Christopher David Trentham died after a shocking short period following a diagnosis of Pacreatic cancer, which took him in about three weeks.  I was at Harbor City Kaiser Hospital when he passed, and it was a profoundly moving experience.

Also, I'm putting together the documents I need to apply for promotion to full professor at Cal State LA.  This is a grueling, time consuming process - like preparing a thesis or term paper.  Fortunately, the deadline is Jan. 9, 2013, so it will be over soon.

So, the sum total of all those things, plus my normal manic work schedule at school and tight funds (no raise since 2008; another reason to go for Full Professor:  it comes with a bump in salary!)has kept me close to home.

I spent Christmas eve in the home of my beloved friend Magdalena Alvear Galt, sister of Cecilia.  Their sister Rocio was down from San Luis Obisbo, as well as all their extended families.  At the dinner table, you could hear Danish, Spanish, French and English - folks were visiting from many quarters of the planet.  It was a beautiful, heart-felt evening.  If you can't be with your blood family, (whom I love like life itself) you couldn't do much better than being with your 'chosen' family, where I have been welcomed and embraced for many years.

So, that's a long explanation for why you may not have heard from me this holiday season, but please, please, please assume that I am thinking about you, I hope to hear from you, and I will work harder to get in touch with you during this coming year.

I wish you the merriest of Christmases and a joy filled new year.  May 2013 find us surrounded by love, sharing good food and drink, and reveling in abundant laughter.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Mash Up Google Map

Here's a great way to post a geographic 'info graphic' on your site:  embed a portion of code from Google Maps that have posted on them addresses that you have chosen.  Pretty easy too:


Gas Stations Near School




View Larger Map

This let you embed all sorts of interesting information right in your blog.  Try using this info-graphic technique to customize information for your own site.


Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Simple Sound Slide Production

In fooling around this afternoon, I wondered how long it would take and how expensive it would be to put a sound slide presentation on my blog.  There is a wide range of open source software available to make this a reality in very short order.  Recording both the photos and the audio was a snap with the iPhone.  They, they pictures and audio were emailed to myself (although they could be emailed to a newsroom just as easily) for further editing and prep.  I cleaned up the photos in Mac's 'Preview' utility, and edited the audio in a free version of Audacity.



I assembled the elements in Wondershare's 'Fantashow' software, which was intuitive and super easy to use.  There are undoubtedly other, perhaps better sound-slide production programs available - most notably 'Sound Slides' itself, but the main purpose is to give the content producer the ability to easily and quickly assemble sound slide presentation.  Fantashow did this with ease, even though the templates and 'styles' they offer are a bit lame.  In any case, it was a fast 20 minutes or so, and the presentation was up an operating.  Take a look at the results...

Also, we're trying out an online database system.  'SodaDb' seems interesting and worth an examination:



We will continue to develop this idea to end up with a simple, usable open source online database.


Wondershare 'Fantashow':  rapid 'sound-slide' prototyping and production.
http://www.wondershare.com/photo-software/photo-slideshow-mac.html

SoundSlides: the industry standard; widely used for rapid sound+slide show production
http://soundslides.com/

ProShow Gold:  well known, very popular and feature rich sound slide production software; not available in Mac version at present
http://www.photodex.com/proshow/gold

Monday, October 08, 2012

Taking the Nation's Temperature: Fever of 108°


It’s not as if winning the debate last Wednesday means that Romney will be our next president, but it was surprising that virtually everyone gave the defeat to President Obama.  The real questions that should be asked, however, were never seriously considered by the public:  apart from winning the three ring circus that is the debate, who will make a better president, and what are the substantive issues on which you base that judgment.  Much has been made recently about the war of ‘facts’ thrown around by both candidates.  Both are guilty of exaggeration at the very least, and outright falsehoods in the extreme (Romney never said he would gut Medicare).  The issue is so critical that it made the cover of the Oct. 15 Time magazine.

CSULA Grad Student Charles Ortiz

All of that aside, we’ve set out to get a series of snapshots of people’s thoughts on how the debate turned out and how it affected them.  Even for most students, the presidential debate has become an expected element of the election, even though they are mentioned nowhere in the constitution, nor have they been a part of the scene for very long.  Most historians consider the Lincoln Douglas debates in the middle of the 19th Century the quintessential debates, with two stirring orators, who had a deep respect for each other, really got down to the ideas that would make a good president.  

Run the calendar up to the present, and you are left with Kennedy v. Nixon, and essentially every election from Jimmy Carter on.  Students, of course, may not remember those earlier debates, but they are convinced of their value and importance.  CSULA Charles Ortiz noted that his interest began when he saw recordings of the Kennedy-Nixon debates in 1960, and he wouldn't think of missing them ever:  they give a side of the candidate that on the street glad-handing and baby-kissing never does.

I still wonder, though:  is this any way to elect a president?



More:
2012 General Election Debate Schedule
List assembled by the 'AOL/Patch' news organization

Museum of Broadcast Communications
Rich interactive source of information on the history of presidential debates.

Discovery Channel History of Debates

Engaging and compelling history produced by 'Discovery' cable channel.



Abridged List of Online Autonomous Agent Examples
V. 1.0  (Last updated July 11, 2012)

'Diva Dance' from 'The Fifth Element'
I've got a thing for androids.
Over the years of studying, reading about, and commenting on them, it was inevitable that I would put together a list of my favorite autonomous agents.  This list is by no means comprehensive or thorough, and I eagerly await your suggestions!  The rules of what fits into this category are very broad, but essentially consist of some sort of human interface connected with an autonomous logic/language algorithm, pretty much interpreted however you feel.
Please suggest additional examples of bots, avatars, androids or other autonomous agents.  You can either leave a comment (pull down the comment menu at the upper right of the page linked above) or send me directly your recommendations.  Also, if you have any interest in curating this page, let me know that as well.  Have fun!  





Tuesday, October 02, 2012

This blog post is to demonstrate how to embed a graphic.  We are examining a bar graph of Electoral college voters, with a special emphasis on the relative value of some key states in the electoral college tally.  This is intended to show how important it is for the candidates to take notice of the so-called purple states.  Here's the chart:



Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Intro to Broadcasting

The first class session for the Cal State LA TVF 220 Intro to Broadcasting class covers a nearly eight decade long history in about 15 minutes. This presentation put together on Google Docs presentation software is the thumbnail version of the early history of broadcasting. It is by no means a complete view, but a solid over view, putting all of broadcasting into some context as well.


You may also visit a full sized version of this presentation at: https://docs.google.com/present/view?id=dfshf32h_62dg6twtc8

Saturday, July 16, 2011

The Other Side of a Brutal City

On June 15 of this year, the torso of a man was found inside a suitcase in the Tijuana neighborhood of Colonia Reforma. At the time, authorities could not confirm whether a decapitated head found earlier belonged to the same victim. For better or worse, Tijuana has a reputation as a dangerous, brawling, heavy-drinking, violent town, the destination of choice for tens of thousands of Americans, out for a good time on Saturday night, cheap and legal pharmaceutical drugs, and a little bit of la vida loca. With a population of roughly a million and a half, it is about the same size as San Diego, just to the north, and despite the grim nature of the street violence there, its crime rate is about the same as Washington DC. What most people don’t know, however, is that despite its much-publicized violence and alienation, Tijuana has a sweet, soft side: it is a city that is passionate about opera.






Opera en la Calle, 2011




In addition to the widely respected City Opera, there are a number of small companies doing work all over the metropolis. In one of the most remarkable demonstrations of the city’s passion for opera, a collaboration eight years ago between the Colonia Libertad-based Café Opera and the Tijuana City Opera, led to a summer festival of live performances on Calle 5, the rough and tumble blue-color neighborhood, smack up against the border fence in the north of the city, a historic barrio minutes from the San Ysidro border crossing, on the other side of town from the Colonia Reforma. Organizers assembled booths to sell food and drink, installed portable bathrooms, vendor tables and cast costumed characters strolling the street. They set up 300 chairs for guests to watch their program of scenes, arias and art songs.

Six thousand people showed up.

Now in its eighth year, there is much that is remarkable about the Opera en la Calle, as the event is called. It is a full-fledged cultural phenomenon, a free celebration of opera, and art in general, written up in most major press and reported widely. It is a favored venue for artists who live in the area, and for many who ome to visit, just for the day-long party. The festival has never been interrupted, despite the surge of drug-related violence of the last three years. This year’s line-up included a traditional Japanese drum performance from San Diego Taiko, and a performance by an ensemble of Irish dancers from Lázaro Cárdenas Federal High School. There were selections from La Traviata and Boheme, as well as portions of the Phantom of the Opera, and Pietro Mascagni’s one act masterpiece Cavalleria Rusticana, which finished off the evening, the first full length opera to be presented in the festival.








Elisabet Mendoza and Jacob Perez









The event has even become an improbable destination for dating couples. Twenty-something Jacob Perez and his girlfriend Elisabet Mendoza snuggle in the cool afternoon air enjoying selections from La Traviata, with as much enthusiasm as they might for pop artists, like Café Tacuba, Los Tigres del Norte or Paulina Rubio.

Jacob explains “People will get even closer to music, and paintings and culture and all that stuff...I think if they go to the way of the culture, they can change.” Girfriend Elisabet Mendoza adds “To have you imagine other things that are not violence, is not our city. Just art, music, things like that…” Starting in 2004, as a cultural promotion of the city, and as an anniversary celebration of the tiny Café de la Ópera on Calle 5, part of the festivities celebrating the founding of Tijuana.

It soon became a renowned event, attracting up to 10,000 people from both sides of the border. In coordination with the State Government, the 22nd City Council, Tourism and Conventions Committee of Tijuana (COTUCO) as well as the private sector, the 2011 edition of the festival featured performances more or less continuously for 12 hours.




Architects from the Technology Institute of Tijuana transformed the working-class street into a tiny Italian village, which becomes the scene of the festival. There were more than 150 singers, musicians, actors and other artists from the region, and under colorful canopies, a variety of restaurants offered a sampling of their food and beverage. The day started around noon and lasted till past 11:00 pm, on a downright chilly July evening.

Jose Medina is a much loved local music teacher and singer. He has been involved in the production of Opera en la Calle from the very beginning, and many of his students are singing today. Though he looks a bit tired from all the planning and rehearsals, he is practically beaming with pride. “Everything you read in the paper, first thing in the morning is assassination and drugs and everything. But this contributes to change the image. This is important…So that at least gives you hope! Tijuana is not just this dark side, we do have this, too. This culture, this hunger of growing up to something so positive!” He then excuses himself, to go help with the set up for one of the acts he has been working on.






Maria Teresa Rique




Returning to run the festival, Opera of Tijuana Director Maria Teresa Riqué, described the rich offering of cultural activities the community offers, including for the first time a complete performance and the live transmission of the project via the Internet.

"The festival is framed in celebration of the centenary of the historic defense of Tijuana in June of 1911. We are preparing a program based on research done by the group Los Californios, led by baritone Manuel Acosta. The main intention of the festival is the promotion of the Opera…I am sure they will enjoy it. You can see the huge amount of talent we have in the city,” Riqué added. "It is great to be able to present a full opera for the first time," said Riqué, noting the involvement of tenor José Luis Duval and mezzo-soprano Ana Rojas. " People who may not be physically able to attend can enjoy the event via a live streaming webcast …a revolution in progress." she added. The performances are presented in a way to attract families, and to welcome everyone and was especially directed to those who have never had opportunity to attend an opera recital or performance, and to attract a young audience.

Between 8,000 and 10,000 people attended throughout the day, enjoying the singing, scenery, art displays, drinks and food, as well as a range of children's activities. Fully a third to a half of the attendees at the Saturday event appeared to be under the age of 25.





Julieta Mesa and Melissa Sanchez




Melissa Sanchez attended this year with her mother
Julieta Mesa. It gives her a lot of pride to be able to show off her city. “If you can show the other side of Tijuana, which is an innovative city, where you find that art and culture has much to offer to the country and the world,” she says, while resting in the afternoon sun. “Maybe it is the result that we are receiving so much talent from other cities of the Mexican republic that art and culture and the proximity to the USA makes as to have a fountain of talent. In this respect young people can contribute in art and culture” she concludes.


Singer Marco Antonio La Bastida is a local favorite, and a regular at Café Opera – he sings the title role in ‘Phantom of the Opera’ tonight, and has seen the changes that opera in general and this street festival in particular have brought to this little rough and tumble neighborhood. “This is a very nice event…with all this very bad situation with what’s happening in Tijuana, this is the other side of the coin saying ‘hey, you know we are making something good…’ I think they [the media] should always promote this kind of event.” La Bastida agrees with Maria Theresa Rique’s assessment that this community’s love for opera is not abstract or pretentious. There is an obvious, natural, and enthusiastic love for this art form they say. “It was a way to tell people not to abandon the streets, to tell them to not be afraid,” says Riqué. “Opera won’t bite you; it’s not elitist,” she insists. “You just have to feel it. After all…” she added, “this type of festival is a reminder that the streets belong to the people.”

Monday, January 31, 2011

…Sat on the Park Bench Like Book Ends

Time it was and what a time it was,

A time of innocence,

A time of confidences,

Long ago it must be,

I have a photograph,

Preserve your memories,

There all that’s left you...

- Paul Simon, ‘Old Friends’

The term ‘old friends’ could be interpreted a couple of ways. In common usage, it means colleagues, companions and acquaintances of long standing, people with whom you have a bond of affection lasting many years.

But it might also mean those friends who are on in years, aged and wearing experience on their face and body.

In either case, the idea of connecting with ‘old friends’ holds a special place in our hearts. With ‘old friends’, your shared experiences and memories come back with easy connection. With little effort, we connect with life’s landmarks – births, weddings, deaths and the like – without the need for a lot of explaining.

I had dinner this last week with friends of my family whom I hadn’t seen in perhaps 40 years. Barney and Pat were so close to our tribe in Nevada. He’s 88 now and I guess Pat’s a bit younger. They lived for a while in our funky little town of Virginia City, and shared hundreds, perhaps thousands of hours with us.

Barney was a geologist, with a big booming voice, a friendly grin and a kind of effortless enthusiasm that was simply magnetic. While we assumed that Barney was one of our dad’s endless parade of drinking buddies (and I don’t mean that sarcastically), as kids, we found him really cool. He could tell you anything you wanted to know about rocks. To this day, when I read or hear mention of the element ‘Beryllium’, it is inseparable from my memories of Barney’s expansive and engaging description of where this metal was found, how it got there, and why it was so important.

His wife Pat had her eye on the former sailor when he came in to cash a check at Harolds Club in Reno, where she was working after the war. Harold’s club is the real old Reno. Later eclipsed by its neighbor Harrah’s, Harold’s club was where locals went to drink, gamble, and cash their checks. We’ve had generations of relatives and pals who worked there, or had someone in their family who did as well, in their black pants and white shirts, as cashiers, waitresses, bar tenders, and Keno runners. If you don’t know what that is, you are obviously not from Nevada.

There was a year-long gap between the time Pat cashed Barney’s check at Harold’s Club, and the time she ran into him in Virginia City. She recognized the strapping sailor from the previous year and told her friends to pull over so she could say ‘hi’.

Pat was glamorous to us as kids. She was kind of dazzling – beautiful, confident, and pound for pound, at least as friendly as Barney. One thing led to another, and now they’ve been married for about half a century.

In the interim, there have been the foundation stories of my life: Pat Hart and the Brass Rail, Gordon Lane and his legendary bar next door, which was officially known as ‘The Union Brewery’, but simply known as Gordon’s to anyone who had spent five minutes in Virginia City would know. From Gordon’s, the great pantheon of drinking-legends from that town connected and became a community. There was four-foot-ten Kelly O’Keefe, an Irish miner who could drink anyone under the table. Highway Harry, Bob Dufresne, Agalee Del Carlo, Mike Nevin…they all spent long hours tossing them back and telling what seemed to me the funniest stories in the world.

Barney worked all his adult life as a geologist, and by all accounts, it was a profession he loved with a passion that was almost as strong as his passion for his beautiful wife. He also came to love our eccentric little town in the mountains.

They never had kids. My own circle of siblings all grew up and had their own broods; life went on, and all of a sudden, it’s four decades later.

Pat and Barney live on the water in a small, comfortable apartment in Newport Beach, just off the Pacific Coast Highway. They don’t get around so much, because of their physical limitations, but Pat managed to cook up a fantastic meal when I came by for dinner this week – crab cakes, Italian bread salad, pot roast, mashed potatoes and gravy... The food was great, but it was passing time with these two ‘old friends’ that was so moving to me.

In a real sense, as kids we were exposed to a lot of personalities which we have ultimately combined into who we are as adults. Barney and Pat, along with Gordon Lane – who just passed away this last year - Pat and Penna Hart, and all the other characters who came into our lives each left a little something. A wicked sense of humor from one, a booming gregariousness from another, an unshakable need to stop and help out or, the ability to make an instant party from yet another; they have all become our ‘character’ as adults. Barney and Pat’s open, honest and joyful embrace have contributed to who I am as an adult.

Driving back up the 405 San Diego freeway toward home after that dinner, I pondered how wise the native Indians were in this country, long before the white man, something that had never struck me as strongly. For many westerners, the concept of ‘our elders’ or ‘our ancestors’ seems quaint and archaic. But after my visit with Barney and Pat, I felt a very sweet and fierce connection not only to them, but to my brothers and sisters, my parents, and to a younger, more wide-eyed me.






Barney & Pat Eglit