I used to be a Maya archaeologist.
Now I live in Beijing and work on pangbianr.
This is what I'm up to:
Speaking of Noise
Thurston Moore and Bill Nace experimentally verify the "my baby could do this" argument against electronic noise.
Comments [0]
Bowed Piano
This is cool. Reminds me of when me, Andrew C and Derek Vincent banged the hell out of a piano soundboard that was lying vertical in an Allston basement closet with our fists and a bottle of Jack Daniels. Our "performance" wasn't as versatile, but it was very noisy and confusing to those people who are in Allston basements past midnight on a Wednesday.
Comments [0]
Relocation, Changes
My address has changed to http://joshfeola.com
For now I've just plugged the domain into my posterous account but I'll get around to creating a website soon.
More changes to come.
Comments [1]
Reluctant Return, or Go East
Long hiatus, Beijing stuff:
This NY Times article about Americans finding employment in China has been making a lot of waves recently. Mostly because it's totally ridiculous. For one thing a lot of the expats I've met here don't have jobs, or at least not the 'real' jobs that this article claims Chinese companies are tripping over themselves to offer young Americans on the strength of being young Americans. Second, the individuals profiled in this article come from prestigious universities and in some cases graduated with half a normal person's starting salary in savings, which means they entered the post-graduate fray with a leg up on anyone, anywhere in the world, not least of which small businesses in a developing country with extremely low overhead and cost of living. Not hating, as I exactly fit the profile of a career-confused graduate who struck out unanimously in my US job hunt and so took "go west young man" to its logical conclusion (the Far East) to find work, but reading the Chinese media backlash is pretty funny and makes me more cautious and self-aware of my role in this scene that I'm just starting to grasp.
Anyway, to spin the focus back around to the home team, I recently read this great article by Camille Paglia on Obama's early term missteps and why Sarah Palin is kind of a media genius. And China:
With the Republican party leaderless and in backbiting disarray following its destruction by the ideologically incoherent George W. Bush, Democrats are apparently eager to join the hara-kiri brigade. What looked like smooth coasting to the 2010 election has now become a nail-biter. Both major parties have become a rats' nest of hypocrisy and incompetence. That, combined with our stratospheric, near-criminal indebtedness to China (which could destroy the dollar overnight), should raise signal flags. Are we like late Rome, infatuated with past glories, ruled by a complacent, greedy elite, and hopelessly powerless to respond to changing conditions?
I guess the point is you should seek work in China.
Well I'm pretty much phoning it in with this post but I should be back on my game here soon. For now at least you can enjoy this (no longer very) new Raekwon family reunion-style jam:
Comments [0]
Hong Kong long gone
Get It (Feat. Cam'ron And B. Rossi) by Mase
shootout to The Batman
Filed under //
Hong Kong
Comments [1]
Shootout saturday #manimissmydogs
Slow week, here's some things my friends write that I read in lieu of having any real friends in Beijing:
Two of my Boston friends are living the entrepreneurial high/low life, I like following their successes on that ADD realtime engine called Twitter. Check out Oak and Grillo's Pickles, also stay tuned for a heavy brand-evangelistic review of Grillo's from me coming soon.
Speaking of Boston, Matt S's new blog venture has allowed me to greatly expand my obscure worldpsych/diamond in the rough Americana musical vocabulary, as well as vicariously hang out with my beantown crew. Thanks, Matt.
My friend Jesse Spears from LA is on Van's Warped tour, where she's painting a new participatory mural every day.
Paige, currently in LA, is hard at work putting the final touch on issue one of her new journal, Motherwell.
(Full disclosure: yours truly is featured in this inaugural issue with some abstract ramblings about archaeological theory and art... if you can make it through one of my blog posts without mentally shutting down, you will probably like at least half of it.)
Kat is digging Inka sites in Ecuador, as is Mike, who doesn't have a linkable name but might be moving to Ulaan Battur soon so hopefully he will start a blog.
Jeff is traipsing around Israel, making cross-cultural connections and wondering about authenticity.
Speaking of Jeff, I curate a science news reading list for him on that other ADD realtime engine called Facebook. Here's what I've lined up for him this week:
- String Theory Becomes More than Obnoxious Nerd's Parlor Trick, Blows Dude's Mind
- Scientists Make Radio Waves Travel Faster than Light; Einstein Furious
- Yale Guy Does Something I Don't Understand but that sounds Really Futuristic (ie builds a quantum processor)
- Scientists Again Defy God
Speaking of weird science, did you know that Tesla and Twain used to hang out? I had no idea. This gets me so amped.
Back to friends: Matt, Jay Bil and I have been posting fairly regularly to our city blog, drop by if you're into cell phone pictures of Tokyo, Turkish book design, or whatever it is I write about Beijing. Also, if you're by chance interested Balkan trout restoration, stay tuned for the newest member of the crew, Ljubljana-based John Zablocki.
Speaking of megalopoli, I'm headed to Hong Kong tomorrow morning. I already did the two tourist things that everyone recommends I do, so I'm not so sure what I'll get into. Probably just focus on avoiding this tropical cyclone. Cheers.
Comments [0]
Cosmic wave
One-off weird music nights are rapidly becoming the Gauze to my Jay Bil. I can't remember the last noise/drone/etc show I went to in the US (well maybe I can) but I've already made 2kolegas Tuesdays a regular thing. Last night was kicked off by this French dude with his floor-camp setup of various chirping and blinking devices. He had this one synth panel thing from Japan that was a 16x16 grid of little white dots that would display cool animations as he programmed along, very beautiful actually.
The highlight of the night was a Japanese-Korean band called 10 ("我们名字是...十"). My new kolegas-affiliated friend Michael nailed it when he described them as "Japanese Bjork meets Kraftwerk." I couldn't tell if the girl (on the left) was on drugs or just cool, but she gave off this infectious weirdo vibe that successively transformed the set from pretty good to really good to the most fun I'm likely to have this week. The musical setup was pretty complex, with the dude on the right running some simple 808-style beats and modulating/looping the girl's mic, into which she inputed her voice (which had a considerable range on its own), balloons, squeak toys, a kazoo, and various other economical noise-emitting items. The best parts of the set were when she would lapse into the kind of deskilled, transcendent shredding you can only pull off if you're a cute Japanese girl with red Kanye glasses and a red panda umbrella and a red plastic keyboard guitar.
After 10 was a set of fairly enjoyable 8-bit gizmodgetry from these four guys, but the place was pretty much cleared out by then. I hung with Yan Jun a bit and discussed the possibility of playing one of these sparsely attended events, now I need to work on my entry point. First I need to go back to work.
Comments [2]
Drums and drone
Another weekend, another post-late night late afternoon post.
As everyone knows (see below) I did my best to celebrate July 4th from Beijing. This is the second straight year I've been out-of-country for the 4th. Last year I celebrated by acting obnoxiously and uncharacteristically "American" toward my dear English friends and fellow Indonesia volunteers Kelly and Kate (basically saying "awesome" a lot and talking about herding cattle and generally playing into whatever other stereotypes they could throw at me). This year I wore a red white and blue plaid shirt and went out to meet a new friend, Elaine, the graphic designer I hutong-ed with last Friday. Elaine had a new, equally interesting crew lined up for the night: a Swiss artist-in-residence visiting from Kunming, an Italian PhD-in-progress studying acupuncture for the summer, and a guy named Bai Wei who's currently filming a documentary on stem cell research in China.
Also in tow was Twist, a Beijing-born English professor who lives in Elaine's building. Twist is a very cool guy (with a very cool name). After talking about religion and vegetarianism a bit I was excited to learn that Twist is a Hare Krishna. I had no idea that Krishna consciousness existed in China, but I learned from Twist that there is a small but committed group of devotees in the city.
One of the things I did to celebrate my country's independence was to try one of the most thoroughly "Beijing" of consumables, dou zhi (豆汁). This literally means "soybean juice", but is under no circumstances to be confused with the soy milk you buy at Whole Foods in wonderfully processed and palatable flavors. Dou zhi is very fermenty. Definitely an acquired taste, and one that even most "new school" Beijingers don't bother to acquire. I liked it, but given that my resume includes several years of veganism, one year of strict macrobiotics, and more recently various episodes of dietary exploration I guess I'm not exactly the least common denominator when it comes to thresholds for culinary weirdness.
After dinner I went to Gulou (鼓楼), Beijing's famous Drum Tower. We'd planned on going to an "Old Shanghai" event that somehow translated to dudes in red hats and matching Adidas short shorts... ended up just sitting outside and mooching the ambient music leaking through the walls while enjoying cheap beers from the mart next door and a sporadic breeze. After his third nip of baijiu Bai Wei became passionately engaged in elaborating upon numerous subjects to which he has dedicated much thought, notably stem cells, Obama's greatness, and the virtues and vices of Chinese women. Nice to have atypical conversations that move beyond the "who are you, what are you doing here, how long are you staying" exchanges I've had with most people I've met.
I went home at around 3am. This was my first time to Gulou, which is about 5 miles from my house, and got lost several times on the return trip, but I didn't mind. Riding my bike here, especially late at night, is a joy. There was some initial roughness with my new ride but after convincing my seat to remain solidly horizontal I've really fallen in love with my scrap heap of a bicycle. The brakes don't work so well so sometimes I have to screech to a halt by dragging my feet on the pavement Fred Flintstone style, and the lack of a bell means I've had to whistle a lot (for some reason I've defaulted primarily to "Michelle" by the Beatles and "Jump" by Van Halen for this purpose, do not ask me why), but these are minor bumps in an otherwise stellar relationship thus far.
I woke up this morning with a bill in my door that I initially read to be 1,000 RMB, but later discovered was my 10RMB ($1.50 USD) water bill, so everything's good. I'm currently in my office, alone, jamming Black Monk at full volume, can I really get any more narcissistic than literally listening to my own voice (albeit chopped and droned) over loudspeakers? Anyway it's putting me in a good zone, I need to buckle down and get some work done for monday. I also need to work on taking more pictures, huh? Will get on that.
Comments [0]
Comments [0]