Thursday, March 05, 2009

The Apple Is not from this Tree


Last week, I took a client and his daughter to McDonald's as part of a supervised visit. The agency I work for encourages workers to blend in with the family when out in public as to protect the privacy of the client who is receiving services. Apparently, I blended too well. A woman and her son were playing close to my client and his daughter. The woman said to me, "you know, she looks just like you." Stunned for a second, I quickly replied with, "Yeah, but she's a daddy's girl." So then I looked at couple of my childhood photos to see if there was a likeness. I suppose there was a little resemblance. But damn, I wish I had a pony. 

This was the same dad and daughter that I went to Sesame Street Live with a few weeks back. It was OK. I'd never been before. But if you're a big bird fan, it was a pretty big deal. 

The Good Life




Thursday, December 18, 2008

Paper boy (or girl)

Recently, I've been picking up overnight shifts (NOTE: I work for health and human services now, not a pimp)and discovered an online Nintendo classics game site. I've spent the week playing Paperboy, which was just as exciting as I remembered -- look out for the grim reaper, lady wielding a knife, jackhammer dude, small tornado and break dancer guy while trying to deliver the daily news. I was never able to make it through the week as a youngster. However, only moments ago I beat the game, which was rather anti-climatic. Only a headline reading, "Paperboy retires!"

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Upon Googling Myself . . .

Karen Parks’ “Nobody Knows” – A Tribute to Harry T. Burleigh (transcript)
Friday, February 08th, 2008

By Craig Havighurst

Soprano Karen Parks has released a new CD whose title, Nobody Knows, is intended as a double entendre. Half of the album consists of vital and well-known Negro spirituals. But Parks is also calling attention to the unknown composer and singer who brought those spirituals into the American mainstream more than 100 years ago. WPLN’s Craig Havighurst reports.

Audio for this feature is available here.

It’s likely that only students of American classical music and African-American culture will have heard of Harry T. Burleigh, even though the songs that Burleigh first arranged for concert performance are woven into our national DNA.

(SOUND: Nobody Knows The Trouble I’ve Seen)

Karen Parks sings Burleigh’s songs and his praises on her new album Nobody Knows, released this month through Nashville’s Thirty Tigers. She says Burleigh has been important to her since the very first time she was tapped for serious vocal training. She was growing up in Greenville South Carolina, a precocious freshman in high school intent on a career in corporate law. Then a teacher heard her voice and arranged to enroll her in a regional fine arts academy. Parks was 13.

PARKS: “And I am so fortunate for that. I was the only African American female at the fine arts center. I wanted to sing spirituals. They knew that, and they wanted me to of course, and my first book was The Spirituals of Harry T. Burleigh”.

Burleigh, who was born the year after the end of the Civil War, wanted to be a recital singer, and his home community of Erie, Pennsylvania raised funds to send him to New York’s National Conservatory of Music. There, he became a protégé of the conservatory’s new director, the era-shaping composer Antonin Dvorak.

SNYDER: “And the unusual thing for an African American musician at that time was that he did not forsake his heritage in the spirituals.”

Jean Snyder, assistant professor of music at Edinboro University of Pennsylvania is writing a biography of Burleigh.

SNYDER: “And it’s probable that Dvorak helped him fully understand that this repertoire was a repertoire that was universal. And in Dvorak’s own words, he said give those melodies to the world.”

(SOUND: My Lord What A Morning)

Burliegh did just that, embracing Dvorak’s radical view that folk songs were important art that should be integrated into classical music. Karen Parks says his arrangements brought subtle and uplifting instrumental accompaniment to what had been an entirely a capella form of singing.

PARKS: “The spiritual must be simple yet on the classical concert stage it must be interesting and intricate enough to have that title, and that shows the real genius of Burleigh.”

Burleigh’s race kept him from the recital career he longed for, but he did teach at the National Conservatory and became an editor at an important music publishing house. Parks recalls another long-term position that regularly put him on a stage in front of New York’s wealthiest elites.

PARKS: “I believe it was in 1894 that he applied to be the baritone soloist at St. George’s Episcopal Church. There were 60 applicants. And he was only African American, and there was only one position, and he was chosen. Of course there was some uproar but it didn’t matter. He had the talent and they could see beyond his color.”

Parks brings remarkable credentials of her own to the Burleigh recording project. After her post-graduate training at UC Santa Barbara, she earned a Fulbright scholarship which allowed her a year of private study at La Scala Opera House in Milan, perhaps the most prestigious such academy in the world. She trained to sing in 12 different languages, but on Nobody Knows, she sings a uniquely American strain of English, one that — like Dvorak’s work — is both vernacular and rarified.

(SOUND: Lovely Dark And Lonely One)

In “Lovely Dark and Lonely One,” Burleigh sets music to a poem by Langston Hughes.

PARKS: “There are some powerful words there, and you want to express that. The text determines they way that a song, any song, is sung in my opinion. The words must be expressed to their fullest extent.”

Karen Parks brings her interpretation of those words and Burleigh’s music to Vanderbilt’s Turner Hall this Saturday night at 8.

For Nashville Public Radio, I’m Craig Havighurst.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Neighborhood WATCH

"Yeah, look at 'Tripod' over there," I say to my boyfriend, who has just looked up from his paperwork and said to me, "Hey, those guys are naked". A couple of weeks ago on an early Sunday morning, I rode with him in his work truck to check a couple of job sites. He works for a building supply company, and the houses we looked at this morning were in an upscale, developing neighborhood. Earlier, I had noted an older Crown Vic with darkly tinted windows that pulled up in front of the house across the street. This car wouldn't have been out of place on say . . . 13th and "G", but it did seem out of place here on Heritage Place Drive. Another car had pulled up behind it, and the driver, "Tripod", had just gotten out of the car. The driver of the Crown Vic, wearing the same "outfit", got of his car and walked over to "Tripod". We were stunned at first, but soon we both broke into laughter as the guys drove off in the 2nd car with a broken out back windshield. I said "You can't just drive around naked!" What if I'd been a little old lady? Could've been startled to death!" We called the cops and described an abandoned vehicle, the Crown Vic, and the naked driver who left in another car with his younger, naked companion.

An investigating officer later contacted both of us and asked for a statement. Turns out they had gone to investigate the Crown Vic and had seen narcotics that were visible from looking in the window. They'd also had several calls of reckless driving for the broken out back windshield car. The officer asked if we would be able to identify the suspects if we participated in a line up. I told the officer that unfortunately I didn't get a good look at their faces. However, if the lower half was in a line-up, I was certain I could ID them. "He was not Jewish officer, and I can assure you of that."

The investigating officer had stopped by my office to show me the photographs for the line-up. I explained the situation to my coworkers. Upon mentioning the two naked guys getting in one car and leaving a car full of narcotics behind, Scott says, "That is why I do not do drugs." HETA says, "That poor boy's mother. She's going to be in the courtroom finding out that her son is not only doing drugs but is also riding around naked with an older naked boy. It's too much."

Friday, June 13, 2008

Nebraska Storms



Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Commission Office E-mail String

On Apr 23, 2008, at 2:40 PM, Janet Owens wrote:

Please ask me if you would like to change the thermostats so that Heather M. or I are aware of a change and can make adjustments as needed.

The thermostat in Scott's office was turned "off," so several offices on this side of the building have temperature readings of 78 degrees. We want to stay comfortable, not warm!

I appreciate your help!

Janet
Associate Director of Operations
NSCA Certification Commission


On Apr 23, 2008, at 2:59 PM, Scott Bonertz wrote:

My sincerest apologies to everyone. I picked up 17 hermit crabs at a flea market in Chicago over the weekend, and I read in my Crabs Household Journal that pet hermit crabs must be kept between 75 and 80 degrees. I promise it won't happen again, and I'll move my buddies to a temperature controlled chamber. By the way, I just counted and I only have 16, so if anyone finds one let me know (I think it is Paco).

Should I not have done that?

Scott


From: Karen Parks
Sent: Wednesday, April 23, 2008 3:04 PM
To: Scott Bonertz
Cc: Janet Owens; NSCACertificationCommission
Subject: Re: Warmer Weather

Scott,

Please review the Employee Handbook, pages 28-29: Commission Property/Premises, Workstation Guidelines.

Thanks.
Your Commission Coworkers




From: Bob Raatz
Sent: Wednesday, April 23, 2008 3:11 PM
To: Scott Bonertz
Cc: NSCACertificationCommission
Subject: FW: Warmer Weather

I found Paco, the news is not good.

From: HETA
Sent: Wednesday, April 23, 2008 3:04 PM
To: Scott Bonertz
Cc: Janet Owens; NSCACertificationCommission
Subject: Re: Warmer Weather


Do you want me to bring you some melted butter?

Heather Ahrens

Exam Assistant
examasst@nsca-cc.org




From: Karen Parks
Sent: Wednesday, April 23, 2008 3:04 PM
To: Scott Bonertz
Cc: Janet Owens; NSCACertificationCommission
Subject: Re: Warmer Weather


Or do you need paper towels and a good disinfectant?

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Cincinnati Rocks!

I was visiting my family and BFF, Rick LaVenture Jr., this weekend in Ohio. With just a few days for my trip, I had to prioritize my outings. On Friday, Mom, brother Jerry and I went to the Cincinnati Zoo (pictures are pending as family and community photographer, Jerry, forgot his digital memory card and ended up shooting with film. They will be posted at a later date once they are developed from the Beavercreek Wal-Mart and shipped to Lincoln, NE). Highlights of the zoo include the polar bears (they enjoyed a large enclosure with mutliple swimming pools with underwater views for visitors. It was a warm 78 degrees and they back-paddled around the lake; I found them to be a delight), some kind of monkey I can't remember (these solid white and solid black monkeys zipped around their enclosure steeling bits of lettuce and carrots from each other), and the white lions. 


On Saturday, Rick and I decided to skip church and instead spend the morning and afternoon at Trader's World.  I had been to Trader's World as a youngster, but they've since expanded, and I thought this would be a good opportunity to find the requested "Ohio Kitsch" souvenir for the New Media Coordinator at my office.  It was a success as I bagged a $4 Marshmallow Gun in Cincinnati Bengals colors, complete with a sandwich-sized bag of ammunition.  The only thing Rick picked up was a few of the local "honeys" (see below).  Other Trader's World attractions included the petting zoo with porcupine and magic carpet cleaning demonstration (below).
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Additionally, I was able to catch a glimpse of a new landmark in the Cincinnati area.  If you're trying to find Trader's World, just take the exit directly after "Touchdown Jesus".  This is a ginormous, and some may say "tacky", likeness of our Lord and Savior accompanied by a reflection pool.  Rick points out the landmark at Solid Rock Church on the video.



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