Funes

Human memory is partial and imperfect. A novel narrated in 1st person often has more detail than could be remembered accurately or completely. I propose one of these two alternatives:

*A narrator with a very bad memory, with no apologies. In other words, a realistic narrator. 

*A narrator with a picture perfect memory of every day, like Borges's Funes. This would be like a hyperrealistic painting including detail more precise then one could perceive through normal sight. This would lay bare the artifice of including a higher level of detail than the average human could remember. 

Both would be artificial narrative experiments. The conventional way of doing it is also an artificial narrative experiment, but it seems realistic simply because it is conventional. I'm not sure what would be more interesting, exaggerating memory or dimming it out. 

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(I remember a Woody Allen movie, Hannah and her sisters, in which a character recites a poem by Cummings. In my memory, it was one character's voice, but watching the film again and waiting for the poem, I discovered that it was a character of the opposite sex than I had remembered. I even had an auditory memory of the actor, with a particular accent.) I think the poem begins "Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond all experience, your eyes have their..."  If I saw the movie again I would not be surprised if it were a different poem, or a different gender. I think that I remembered Michael Caine reciting, and being surprised that it was a woman, but even that memory could be false. I know that he goes to a bookstore and buys it for her (Diane Keaton?). The other day I was trying to remember whether she or Mia Farrow was in Annie Hall. Yet I can remember things like "nobody, even the rain, has such small hands.")

Stone

 Why do Oliver Stone and Chomsky [fill in other names too] like Putin?  It is not as though Putin were a left-wing guy, after all. Is there something I'm not getting here?  

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 Do people hold the beliefs that they profess to hold?  I've wondered about this for a long time as a sort of meta-epistemological thing. It is somewhat tricky to formulate this question. It is hard to give specific examples because then people would debate the merits of those positions rather than the "meta" question.  

For example, religious people don't believe that atheists don't believe. They just think of that as a denial of what the atheist knows deep down. Or I have a problem believing that religious people believe. I think of it as more of a kind of pseudo-belief, or a belief of a different kind of order, like a justification for a behavior.  

Bird vocabulary

Birds are a part of our everyday environment, while at the same time carrying portentous meanings. The mostly commonly seen birds will be known to virtually everyone. For a birder, a bird seen several times over the course of several years will not be "rare," simply uncommon. Birds seen every day or week or month form the basic vocabulary, expanded from there into more species. Being able to rapidly identify a common bird is helpful, because it serves a point of comparison. 

Literally too, our visual vocabulary corresponds to a nomenclature. We have extra adjectives or descriptors to distinguish species, instead of just duck, goose, sparrow.  

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I guess I'm looking for a pretentious way to express a rather dumb and basic idea: we see common birds commonly, and know the words for them. Birding is [simply] an extension of that.   

Pectoral Sandpiper

 We're in migration time, so I've been going out on field trips with the local Audubon people. I got several new birds, like pectoral sandpiper and Harris Sparrow. We saw egrets and herons, blue-winged teal ducks. Red-winged blackbirds and tree swallows are abundant. Great-tailed and common grackles. 

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Yesterday, some crows and a hawk were making a racket outside my apartment complex.  

Golia on Ornette

 I read a book on Ornette, by Maria Golia,  that I got at Politics and Prose in DC,  on a visit to my brother. It is an ok book, though a bit weak on the music itself. More attention paid to background and context. 

It made me want to listen again to Ornette. What stands out to me:  

The early albums with piano, like Something Else! We have a more traditional chord-change structure, but Ornette's compositions are superb, like "The Blessing," which has been covered by many other artists. 

The original quartet, with Haden (or LaFaro), Billy Higgins (or Ed Blackwell), and Don Cherry.  The Shape of Jazz to Come and the other classic albums of this period. 

Free Jazz, with a double quartet structure. Ornette's two bassists and two drummers, Eric Dolphy and Freddy Hubbard alongside Ornette and Cherry.  

In All Languages: a reprise of the original quartet, + recordings of the same tunes with Ornette's electric group Prime Time. 

The Song X Album, with Pat Metheny.  I saw this group in Ithaca. It had Haden and two drummers, Jack DeJohnette and Ornette's son Denardo. Metheny admired Ornette from early on and also recorded some wonderful things with Haden later on, like Under the Missouri Skies. 

Sound Grammar.  Ornette's prize-winning late masterpiece. 

I saw an Ornette based group (without Ornette) in Davis, CA in the 1970s, called Old and New Dreams. It had Dewey Redmond, Cherry, Charlie Haden, and Ed Blackwell. So it was like Ornette's quartets, but with Redmond on sax instead of Ornette himself.  

Think of Coltrane's album, The Avant-Garde. It has Cherry, Haden, and Blackwell, and features compositions by Ornette, Cherry, and "Bemsha Swing" by Monk.  

(When I think of LaFaro, I think of someone who was in two key groups of jazz history, Ornette's quartet and then Bill Evans's trio. Then he died in a car accident very young. Some say Haden is better suited to Ornette's music than LaFaro, but I'm glad we have both bassists!) 

Making all these connections among Ornette and all the other musicians he influenced. I think too of Haden and his recordings with Keith Jarrett or Hank Jones... 

Dream of flooded bathroom in hotel

 There was a hotel I was staying at. Somehow I had paid for three nights even though I only needed one. Trying to get into my room I noticed that the maid was still in there.  I waited a while. When I came in later, I went into the bathroom, and was up to my shins in water. I made sure the bathtub was draining, and then was using a plastic container to bail out water from the floor into the bathtub...