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1 [noun] The right to vote in political elections.
example: ‘universal adult suffrage’
[as modifier] ‘the women's suffrage movement’
1.1 archaic [noun] A vote given in assent to a proposal or in favour of the election of a particular person.
‘the suffrages of the community’
by Jan Galligan &
"Celebrity distorts democracy by giving the rich, beautiful, and famous more authority than they deserve," says Maureen Dowd. Her new book, The Year of Voting Dangerously: The Derangement of American Politics will be released on Sept. 13.
While serving as cultural correspondents at the 2016 San Juan International Film Festival, we received an invitation to attend a Conversatorio at the Conservatorio, a talk between Maureen Dowd, political columnist for the New York Times, called by some “the most dangerous columnist in America,” and New York Times congressional reporter and Washington D.C. bureau chief, Carl Hulse, known by the nickname “The Senator.” We decided to skip the closing ceremonies of the Film Festival in favor of attending the talk, billed as a discussion on the 2016 Presidential election – Clinton vs. Trump.
Arriving early we milled
around the lobby and noticed a well-heeled crowd, people who
obviously read the New York Times. One table at the reception area
was filled with small receiver and headphone sets for simultaneous
translation, but few people were picking those up. We grabbed a
couple of index cards in order to prepare our question for the
audience participation section of the presentation, and found a seat
in the middle of the auditorium. Lillian spotted Geraldo Rivera
sitting a few rows in front of us, closer to the stage.
Dowd introduced herself by
reading what might have been one of her Times columns, talking about
Clinton, Trump, the election and the general sense of craziness that
currently prevails. She told an anecdote about meeting privately
with president Obama, thinking he was going to give her an scoop or
some inside information. Instead, he told her to her face just how
annoying her found her. Hulse, gave an extemporaneous presentation of
his experiences among the senators in D.C., and then told a lengthy
anecdote about being invited to the White House to watch a Chicago
Bears football game with president Obama, both Hulse and Obama being
natives of Illinois and fanatic supporters of the Bears. That time
the Bears were thoroughly trounced by the Packers. The story,
intended an amusing encounter with the president, fell flat – as
most of the audience had no knowledge or interest in American
football. Both Dowd and Hulse seemed to favor Clinton in her contest
against Trump and their analysis suggests that she has a good chance
to prevail in November. Dowd characterized Trump as a clinical
narcissist who is running his campaign on a moment to moment basis,
unplanned, seemingly spontaneous, and subject to the ups and downs of
the news cycle. Hulse said that there is no doubt that Trump wants to
win; the question being what will he do if he doesn't. Both Hulse and
Dowd related a lunch they attended last June at Trump's invitation,
held in the Trump Tower dining hall. Over plates of meatballs and
spaghetti (“which Trump barely touched,” said Hulse) they
discussed his problems with the Republican party and other issues of
the moment. They said that they were surprised to find him to be both
friendly and solicitous in person. Characterizing Clinton, they both
agreed that despite her cool, wonkish public persona, in private they
said in unison, “she is a hoot.”
When the time came for
questions from the audience, we handed in our card and waited to see
if it would make the cut. There was just time for a handful of
audience inquiries. They mostly dealt with questions about the two
candidates, their chances, and possible post-election scenarios. Our
question, which turned out to be the last one of the night and the
only question specific to current affairs here on the island,
concerned the political and economic future of Puerto Rico. Knowing Geraldo Rivera would be listening, we had asked:
Can you speculate on the PROMESA process, politically and
economically? What might be the outcome by the time of the 2020
presidential election? Dowd deferred to Hulse for the response,
saying she had given him responsibility to be ready for such a
question. He said that he had actually followed the issue closely in
discussions with congressmen involved in the legislation that
established PROMESA. He gave a carefully worded explanation that he
appreciated the sensitivity of the issue to the people of the island,
calling it the “third-rail” issue of the moment. He explained
that he lived in D.C. when a fiscal control board was appointed by
Congress to oversee the capital city fiscal crisis of the late 1990s.
He contended that however painful the process, the outcome for the
city had been positive and that by 2001 the city had completed four
consecutive years of balanced budget. He said he hoped for a similar
outcome for Puerto Rico in the near future.
Berty zepravy, takove jake jsou (Accept the information at face value)
Ruzne Airport, Prague
Gate 32, Flight OK050
Prague to JFK
Settling into my seat, I check my notepad, a 4x5 paperback notebook that I picked up in a corner store, my first day in Prague, in which I've written down everything I've done, or needed to do over the past ten days. On the page headed Sobota (Saturday) Listopad (November) 10, I'd written "CSA Airlines, Praha to JFK, 1:30PM."
is typical. For some reason I always miscalculate departure times.
Just ask my daughter Lydia. London to JFK, San Juan
to JFK, Paris to JFK. JFK to Chicago. The list goes on. Luckily,
I'd given Steve a copy of my itinerary last night, for safe keeping
and true to his word, he came to pick me up 20 minutes before the time we actually needed to leave for the
airport. That gave
us time to drive past Fred&Ginger, Frank Gehry's signature
building on the banks of the Vltava River just south of the new,
Stare Mesto, part of the old, Nove Mesto, section of Prague.
pulled Steve's Skoda four-door wagon into the first available parking spot
and I jumped out and ran across Rasinovo street to get a good prospect
on the building. The sun was streaming in from behind, which put
the structure into an interesting silhouette, the sun shining through the
glass crown on Fred's head. Snip, snap. A few quick grab shots of the
river, swans, the tram and some of the 11th century buildings
fantastic modernist construction, then we were back on the main street
headed north to the airport. Cruising past Karluv most (Charles
drove across Manusev most, one of the main bridges, and climbed a hill
which is surmounted by Prazsky hrad (Prague Castle) and I made some pictures
out the window. Turning around, I was able to get good pictures of Prasna
vez Mihulka (the Powder Tower), Petrinska rozhledna (Petrin Tower), Staromestska
mostecka vez (the Old Town Bridge Tower), Chram Matky Bozi vez, (the
towers of the Church of Our Lady before Tyn), Novomestska radnice
tower of New Town Hall), and finally Katdrala sv. Vita, Vaclava a
Vitus, St. Wenceslas and St. Adalbert Cathedral) off in the distance.
it was a whirlwind tour, but fortunately, I did see everything with
enough time to spare and arrived at the airport thirty minutes early.
Hardly like the Albany Airport, where I arrived two-hours and forty minutes
early because when I called to ask, they told me I needed to be there
three hours before departure to insure that I cleared all of the necessary
requirements for international travel in these times of heightened 9/11 security.
got me there early and then it took just eleven minutes to check in, so
I had a few hours to kill. Luckily, Sharon was working in the airport gallery,
so I hung out and helped her proof-read the text for her upcoming
exhibition of wacko collections that people in the Capital District, many
of them artist friends, have assembled over the years:
toy trucks, weather vanes, old trains, doll clothes, wooden dinosaurs,
etc. Everything representing one or another obsession on the part of
Prvni dousek povzbudichut na celou lahev.(A first sip whets the appetite for the whole bottle)
"Excuse me, I think that is my seat."
I am shaken from my reverie by a petite woman in her mid forties, with close cropped hair. I've got my stuff all over her seat, next to me.
I reply, "I'll move this right away."
problem," she says.
I take my drink from her tray table, grab my stuff and she sits
down next to me.
certainly a beautiful day out today," I tell her.
"Yes it is, and it's been beautiful the entire ten days I've been in Prague," she says. "Except for yesterday and the night before, when it was rather cold. In fact," she continues, "yesterday I saw snow."
"Yes," she says, "not a lot, but definitely snow, on the ground, near my brother's house where I was visiting, on the outskirts of Prague."
"I saw snow myself yesterday and I really froze my butt," I reply.
"I was on the top of the Prague TV Tower, the tallest structure in the city, on a hill in the Jarlslov district."
I know it," she say, "but what were you doing there, having
"Nei," I answer, "I wasn't inside the observatory, I was outside, on the roof, taking photographs."
"You're a photographer?"
"Right, that's why I was in Prague, to do some photography. Anyhow, I'm out on the roof on a small platform which has a one foot high perimeter wall around it, leaning over the edge, trying to get the best birds-eye-views of the city, and trying not to loose my balance, when my foot slipped and I found myself sliding on some snow."
"That sounds dangerous," she says.
"I suppose, but sometimes you've have to go to the edge for your art."
"You're an artist?"
"Of a sort," I tell her. "I do photography, installations of pictures and other objects, make constructions, and try to put as much of it as possible on my website."
"The web is great, isn't it?" she says.
"For me, sure."
"No, really," she says, "I got my tickets for Prague using the web. Jan, my ex-husband, got me the tickets by using an on-line auction. You go there, pick your destination, and then make an offer on the tickets. Just for fun I offered $50 for Prague, but of course it was rejected, so I just kept upping my bid by $100, until finally, for $450, I got the tickets. Of course you don't know until you confirm your bid, which airline you'll be flying. As you can see, I got Czech Airlines, but they're good. Well, they're better now, than they were ten years ago, the last time I flew home."
Musel Jsem pres vedcit tatu, aby souhlasil vice za vzdelani. (I had to twist my dad's arm to get him to agree to pay for more education.)
"You're from Prague?" I ask.
"Yes, I was born here, in Liben, across the river from Holesevice. I left Prague in the 70's with my husband, now my ex-husband, to get away from the repressive government of those days. We moved to Texas and then to Chicago, which has a large Czech population, I lived on Kedzie and Cermak."
"I know the area," I tell her.
"I went to art school in Chicago, in the 70's. The American Academy of Art, downtown, beneath the "EL"."
"You mean that beautiful elevated subway. It looks alot like the trams of Prague except the tracks are way up above the street," she says.
"How did you end up in Chicago?"
"I was raised in Kenosha, in Wisconsin, north of Chicago, and when I graduated high school, I chose to move to Chicago."
"I've been to Kenosha," she says.
Excerpted from the book: NUDNY NOVINY by Jan Galligan, 2002.
Third in the series: GALLIGANSTRAVAILS, a guide for the common traveler
Volume One: PARIS, Chronique Enneuysis, 1995 (click to view)
Volume Two: MADRID, Chronica Aburrida, 2000 (click to view)
Goodbye 20th Century: A Biography of Sonic Youth
by David Browne
1-10 of 20 pages with references to Richard Edson:
1. on Page 3:
"... "There was nothing sacred, and anything that was perceived as sacred had to be reduced," recalls Richard Edson, a musician who arrived in the city (from Albany [ed.]) during this time. "It was the beginning of a whole 35 ..."
2. on Page 16:
"... didn't actually know that many-except for one they'd seen playing around and hanging about A's. Like Gordon and Moore, Richard Edson had arrived in the city fairly recently-in his case, ..."
3. on Page 17:
"... guitars and keyboard, and almost immediately, Moore began playing his instrument at top volume. "I was like, Well, that's interesting,"' Edson recalls. "No warming up here. ..."
4. on Page 18:
"... GOODBYE 20TH CENTURY With Edson behind the drums, the new band played its first two shows as Sonic Youth, one on May 8 at Club ..."
5. on Page 21:
"... The Noise Festival would be the last of those, and Edson himself was on the way out. "The scene was just too straight and too white and too middle class, so ..."
6. on Page 38:
"... for it, they would need a drummer to firm up their sound. Without many options, they reached out to Richard Edson, who decided to return to the fold: "I remembered it fondly enough," he says. ..."
7. on Page 39:
"... and more dreamlike and expansive, on another wordless performance, "Where the Red Fern Grows." During rehearsals, Edson had ridden the band particularly hard on another partly developed song, "The Burning Spear. ..."
8. on Page 41:
"... stores encircling the battered Union Square Park, 14th Street was, as Richard Edson puts it, "the northern demarcation. It was a wasteland above that. ..."
9. on Page 42:
"... GOODBYE 20TH CENTURY were able to lay down rough takes of some of the songs they'd worked up with Edson, but the experience was so unsatisfactory that, except for a recording of "Where the Red Fern Grows" that would be ..."
10. on Page 45:
"... An even more obscure East Village reference point was embedded on the cover: Edson folded his hands on the cover in imitation of a Jesus statue he'd walked by on the way to the ..."
11. on Page 46:
"... like James Brown drummers, soft and so deep into a groove and hoping everyone else would approach it that way," Edson recalls.) Both the rhythms and the guitars intensified on the next track, "I Don't Want to Push It," but minimalism ..."
12. on Page 47:
"... " As Coleman also learned, Edson was no longer a member of Sonic Youth. Edson's commitment to the band had been shaky from the start; he'd ..."
13. on Page 48:
"... GOODBYE 20TH CENTURY To the three of them, Edson's announcement came as a jolt and an inevitability. During rehearsals, Ranaldo would often see Edson with his fingers in his ..."
14. on Page 50:
"... when it was released, shortly before he spotted their flier. He'd already seen several of their shows, including one with Edson, and was astounded by how long they took between songs-hours, ..."
15. on Page 59:
"... " Adopting hard-boiled urban identities was not unusual on the scene: For a while, Richard Edson referred to himself as "R. Smith" during Sonic Youth shows and put up a sign on his apartment door that ..."
16. on Page 60:
"... Finally, Moore and Lunch met by way of their mutual friend Edson, who lived across the street from Lunch. By then, Sonic Youth had formed, and Lunch approached Moore with the idea ..."
17. on Page 98:
"... a larger, more complex issue reared its head. Bert had stayed with the band far longer than his predecessors Richard Edson and Jim Sclavunos, ..."
18. on Page 171:
"... Richard Edson during his second tenure in Sonic Youth, Danceteria, New York, 1982. (Photo by Catherine Ceresole) ..."
19. from Back Matter:
"... Former mem- bers David Keay, Richard Edson, Bob Bert, Tom Recchion, Jim Sclavunos, and Jim O'Rourke graciously sat down with me (or let me hound them over ..."
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VIDEO EVIDENCE -- "A TRIBUTE TO ANDY WARHOL"
by Caroline MotherJudge, Annie Everson & Sten Isachsen
( video by THE WISCONSIN VIDEO THEATRE.EAST )
ARCHIVAL PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE
(pictures by Jan Galligan, documentarian)