June 15th, 2009

Whale fluke

Speaking in melody

First, the important thing: a VERY large protest is underway in Tehran to speak out against the election; worries about government crackdown. Updates via Twitter, including at Persian Kiwi ("people shouting 'Mir Hossein Mousavi - President of Iran'") and Change For Iran. The links I posted earlier also are still updating. We may be watching a revolution via the internet. We may be watching a crackdown via the internet.


To think about something else, I give you a ponderable:

There's a theory that music evolved from language.

There's a theory that language evolved from music.

We speak in melody, with that rising-and-falling-in-a-certain-range way. Music exaggerates that. So either humans did that, exaggerating how we spoke to turn it into song, or humans damped down their singing in order to speak.

Language evolution could've happened so that we'd all be speaking like we were in a musical. Think about it. (I think I just blew theloriest's mind.)


Involved dreams last night: a performance space/impromptu store set up inside the NE Portland home where my mom lived in the 1960s. (I lived my first three weeks of life in the same house, by the way; it made a huge impression on me.) Also me driving or riding something (a car? a bike?) very, very carefully through a large department store, but one with a steeply sloping floor. People seemed to be making sure, very gently, that I had room to maneuver. And there were moments where the most important thing to do in this dream-world was ponder the actions of the characters in Fargo.

No, I know not what any of this means. But the people in my dream wanted to help others. It was a very...accomodating dream. A wanting-to-understand dream.

Thank you, dream-people, for accomodating and for wanting to understand.
Whale fluke

The world continues to be strange.

Well: what to write about in my life when there might be a genuine revolution (and definite PEOPLE GETTING KILLED situation) happening in an important part of the world?

I might as well say this: it makes my current job seem even odder. Office work for a dog show company. Meaning "bitch" is a technical term. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to that.

("Dam" is also a technical term. It's for the mother of the canine in question.)

...Yeah, I've got nothin'. Puts the dramas that people in the dog show business experience into something sort of like perspective, maybe.
  • Current Music
    Dead Kennedys, "California Uber Alles"

This actually made me bark-laugh. This is good.

Something good to pass along: Wil Wheaton's working on an episode of Leverage, right here in Portland.

Turns out he's a fan of it, too. Plus Wil Wheaton likes Oregon (his wife's from here, for one thing), so this is nice and positive in several ways. Go Wil!

In other good news, rafaela let me vent over the phone. Try to process some weird energy from today, and make each other laugh in the process. I feel better.

Here's where I'll put each of the blog links:
Part I: Day Zero.
Part II: Day One.
Part III: Day Two, in which Timothy Hutton blows Wil's mind.
Part IV: Day Three, inc. the Portland Art Museum and Powell's.
Part V: Day Four. Wil Wheaton and John Rogers at Powell's. Also D&D reminiscing. (And speaking of Whil, excuse me, WIL, he stars in the short "What happens if you feed a dog chocolate while he wears a tin foil hat in the microwave." And remember, WIL LOVES ANIMALS. I just wanted to say that.)
Part VI: Day Five. Wil leaves.