Sunday, August 29, 2010

The Many Past Lives of My Soul

Today NUTA brings you an interesting article borrowed from the New York Times about the rising interest of reincarnation.

Enjoy....


Remembrances of Lives Past


IN one of his past lives, Dr. Paul DeBell believes, he was a caveman. The gray-haired Cornell-trained psychiatrist has a gentle, serious manner, and his appearance, together with the generic shrink décor of his office — leather couch, granite-topped coffee table — makes this pronouncement seem particularly jarring.


In that earlier incarnation, “I was going along, going along, going along, and I got eaten,” said Dr. DeBell, who has a private practice on the Upper East Side where he specializes in hypnotizing those hoping to retrieve memories of past lives. Dr. DeBell likes to reflect on how previous lives can alter one’s sense of self. He, for example, is more than a psychiatrist in 21st-century Manhattan; he believes he is an eternal soul who also inhabited the body of a Tibetan monk and a conscientious German who refused to betray his Jewish neighbors in the Holocaust.




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Friday, August 27, 2010

In the eye of the beholder: Ursula Von Rydingsvard

Here's my very good friend Melissa Robelo Salazar on German sculptor Ursula Von Rydingsvard, one of her personal favorites:

Ursula's work is very organic and gestural. Her manipulation of the material and form give the sculptures an emotional aesthetic.



Each sculpture seems to have its own history... its own story, and she achieves this by manipulating the cedar to create texture and form.



At glance you wonder if these were not part of some natural landscape? But then you realize they're not... They're the result of an arduous artistic process.

-Melissa Robelo Salazar is an industrial design student at the Pratt Institute in Brooklyn and an occasional contributor to this blog.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Check Out This Blog Dude: Oceanic Dreams

Felix Leander has been swimming with the fishes since he was a child. His passion is not restricted only to the aquarium varieties, but also includes some of the most feared (unjustifiably so) animals in the vast blue sea. He has been blogging about diving with Sharks for a many years and thru his advocacy he's convincing people to turn around their negative perceptions about these intriguing and beautiful creatures. If there's anyone that can separate fact from myth, it's this real life conservationist Aquaman.



His blog, the educating and charmingly titled, Oceanic Dreams, is a meeting point for Shark Lovers of all walks of life. Among the incredible pictures, which he often takes himself while diving with his father Wolf Leander, there's also a diverse range of articles compiled from different blogs, magazines and newspapers across the websphere, including my personal favorite yearly analysis of the highly popular Shark Week series broadcast every year by Discovery Channel.

Here's Felix on feeding Sharks:

To feed or not to feed- that is the question

While I have only occasionally offered a shark a fish carcasse, I normally caress sharks as gently as possible, and never hold on to a fin to get a ride or perform stunts for others.

I am very well aware that touching sharks or other wild animals is debatable, and not everybody accepts my explanation that when I feel attracted to a being, human or animal, I just have the urge to stroke it. Thus, touching a shark is to me no more than a tactile expression of love.

One shark diver who would never interact closely with large tiger sharks, and saw me doing it a few times, has not only gone beyond touching tigers, but keeps hand-feeding them to see how far he can push the envelope to impress fellow divers and especially marveling media folks.

All I can say is that hand-feeding a tiger shark is neither difficult (potentially dangerous - yes) nor necessary. I have decided to quit doing it, also in order to not put my dive shark operator in a compromising position should anything bad happen.

Here is a blog with a magazine article on the subject I find not only very well written but highly informative and as balanced as any report on such sensitive issue can be.


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You can read more of Felix's blog by clicking here.

-NUTA

Monday, August 23, 2010

A Genre-Free Band: ARBOLES LIBRES



Not to make any comparisons, but the first time I met Nacho, singer, guitarist and chief agitator of the genre-free band Arboles Libres, I immediately thought of Nacho Vegas. Obviously the name made the first connection, but then armed only with a guitar and a harmonica, there was something strangely fresh about what until that moment I believed was a folk singer-song writer.

Two years later my friend Alejandro Angee is playing with his band Minimal at Transit Lounge in downtown Miami. I run into Nacho and after a few minutes of disparate and banal small talk I begin to tell everyone within earshot that "this guy is a Spanish Bob Dylan, a more melodic Latin American Leonard Cohen". Nacho laughs of course- "no man, wait till you hear what we do now" he says somewhat mischievously.

The night progressed and me and a group of 5 friends are downing Jameson shots and Sierra Nevadas like drunk twenty somethings with nothing better to do: the backyard of Transit Lounge is packed with indie music scenesters, Brickell kids wanting to escape the "boom boom" of the bars on 10th St and a few fiftysomethings who may or may not be the parents or music teachers of the excellent musicians on stage. After Alejandro's set is over, I high five him for an always "too cool" set. I mention to him briefly that I ran into "that dude Nacho who played in that fundraiser we did a few years ago" and Alejandro who is basically my wikipedia on all things Miami indie scene says: "oh yeah, wait till you hear what they do now".



I'm already hyped up. "Well what the hell do they do?" I ask Jose who ignoring me answers- "nothing man, they serve drinks, that's all they do" -as he looks at the two bartenders passing around Jack and Coke, his eyes transfused into either their lower backs or the bottle openers hanging from their black shorts. "What?" I say befuddled by his ignorant indifference "You have no idea what your about to experience" I brag, restrained only by my sudden realization that, 1) I've perhaps drank too many Sierra's and am at that point where everything excites me too much or makes me too sad and 2) I have no idea what Arboles Libres sounds like either.

Here's the thing, if you were to judge by the company that the three members of Arboles Libres keep, you would think that these guys are drug-infused-take-it-or-leave-it rock stars. There are model skinny girls in model skinny tights, guys with mustaches so voluminous that it defies description and they all circumvent them like they were planning something bad, very bad and that bad (meaning badass) was about to explode on stage.

I took my place near the front of the crowd when it was time for them to come. The backyard of Transit where the outside stage is located, began to resemble a pentecostal gathering as people bunched up, tightening open spaces, trying to get a close glimpse, on the far right of the stage, a group of girls, who were not part of the Arboles Libres pose waited for their boyfriends to bring them drinks, refusing to lose their space. I found friends standing a handful of people behind me still taking shots and looking at the bartenders. "Forget them, I'm ready to rock" I thought, unusually euphoric.

What came out of those two guitars and that hard hitting drum set can only be described as "sweet acidic melody". Bodies began to drag, seduced first by the ferocious riffs and hard hitting base of the drummer. "Mars Volta" I thought immediately, no comparisons needed: a minute into the first song the entire floor had transformed itself once again: bodies shaking, shimmering, convulsing, moshing, dancing, I could swear I saw a guy praying. Immediately I was regressed almost a time when I first discovered rock and roll in its strangest, rawest, most visceral and beautiful form.

Hey old Nacho, no need to go back to that old harmonica, "wait till you hear what you do now"

Here's a video from Arboles Libres, which is the way you should always see them:



And here's a video of MINIMAL, Alejandro Angee's phenomenal band:



All art in this post belongs exclusively to Arboles Libres.


-NUTA

A Veces Extraño el Humo


el humo que se escapa mientras fumo
perece un torero desesperado
a quien el toro lo acecha
a quien el viento lo atormenta.

forma simbolos mientras se exilia:
una nube blanca me dice adios
y ya comienzo a extrañarla

otras veces y sin verguenza
se reune en mi nariz a titubear
y me acaricia los ojos:
maliciosamente
dejandome un beso ardido en los parpados

A Writer You Should Know (& read) About: Daniel Alarcon

In 2007 I had the privilege of assisting to a reading by three up and coming young authors. It took place during the Miami Book Fair Internation, which is hosted every year by Miami Dade College. Without knowing and I must say that it happens to me quite often, I was listening to an artist who would soon explode into the literary world as one of the young promises of contemporary Latin American writers.

The panel was titled "39 under 39" or something of that kind, the reference being a showcase of the 39 most exciting and promising young writers under 39 years of age. I do not remember the names of the two other writers, although I believe one of them was a young and attractive Cuban American woman and the other may or may not have been a Mexican writer. However, Daniel Alarcon stood solidly in my mind, especially the uncanny title of his book: "Lost City Radio". So much it stuck that a few months later when browsing through the Spanish section of a book store trying to find the book I found out that my chances of finding a copy of Alarcon's debut novel were little to none. Not because they were not published or the run was too limited for distribution, but rather because his novel, Lost City Radio was written, edited and published in English.



Alarcon, a Peruvian born Californian was named this past summer in The New Yorker's 20 under 40 list of the best writers that have not reached the four decades of existence. His writing is natural and refreshing, with a tone of universality that transcends languages, yet curiously familiar for young people who have lived in Latin American at any given time. Although, Alarcon emigrated to the U.S. at a very young age, raised and schooled in the U.S., the cultural ambiance of his writing and the vivid depiction of Latin American ethos is so palpable that it is not lost in translation.

Here is a short story published in the August 16th issue of The New York titled "Second Lives"

For more on Daniel Alarcon and other young Latin American writers click here

Sunday, August 22, 2010

What is it about 20-Somethings?

A fascinating article about the art of growing up featured on this week's edition of the New York Times Magazine.

This question pops up everywhere, underlying concerns about “failure to launch” and “boomerang kids.” Two new sitcoms feature grown children moving back in with their parents — “$#*! My Dad Says,” starring William Shatner as a divorced curmudgeon whose 20-something son can’t make it on his own as a blogger, and “Big Lake,” in which a financial whiz kid loses his Wall Street job and moves back home to rural Pennsylvania. A cover of The New Yorker last spring picked up on the zeitgeist: a young man hangs up his new Ph.D. in his boyhood bedroom, the cardboard box at his feet signaling his plans to move back home now that he’s officially overqualified for a job. In the doorway stand his parents, their expressions a mix of resignation, worry, annoyance and perplexity: how exactly did this happen?

It’s happening all over, in all sorts of families, not just young people moving back home but also young people taking longer to reach adulthood overall. It’s a development that predates the current economic doldrums, and no one knows yet what the impact will be — on the prospects of the young men and women; on the parents on whom so many of them depend; on society, built on the expectation of an orderly progression in which kids finish school, grow up, start careers, make a family and eventually retire to live on pensions supported by the next crop of kids who finish school, grow up, start careers, make a family and on and on. The traditional cycle seems to have gone off course, as young people remain un tethered to romantic partners or to permanent homes, going back to school for lack of better options, traveling, avoiding commitments, competing ferociously for unpaid internships or temporary (and often grueling) Teach for America jobs, forestalling the beginning of adult life.

The 20s are a black box, and there is a lot of churning in there. One-third of people in their 20s move to a new residence every year. Forty percent move back home with their parents at least once. They go through an average of seven jobs in their 20s, more job changes than in any other stretch. Two-thirds spend at least some time living with a romantic partner without being married. And marriage occurs later than ever. The median age at first marriage in the early 1970s, when the baby boomers were young, was 21 for women and 23 for men; by 2009 it had climbed to 26 for women and 28 for men, five years in a little more than a generation.

We’re in the thick of what one sociologist calls “the changing timetable for adulthood.” Sociologists traditionally define the “transition to adulthood” as marked by five milestones: completing school, leaving home, becoming financially independent, marrying and having a child. In 1960, 77 percent of women and 65 percent of men had, by the time they reached 30, passed all five milestones. Among 30-year-olds in 2000, according to data from the United States Census Bureau, fewer than half of the women and one-third of the men had done so. A Canadian study reported that a typical 30-year-old in 2001 had completed the same number of milestones as a 25-year-old in the early ’70s.

The whole idea of milestones, of course, is something of an anachronism; it implies a lockstep march toward adulthood that is rare these days. Kids don’t shuffle along in unison on the road to maturity. They slouch toward adulthood at an uneven, highly individual pace. Some never achieve all five milestones, including those who are single or childless by choice, or unable to marry even if they wanted to because they’re gay. Others reach the milestones completely out of order, advancing professionally before committing to a monogamous relationship, having children young and marrying later, leaving school to go to work and returning to school long after becoming financially secure.

Even if some traditional milestones are never reached, one thing is clear: Getting to what we would generally call adulthood is happening later than ever. But why? That’s the subject of lively debate among policy makers and academics. To some, what we’re seeing is a transient epiphenomenon, the byproduct of cultural and economic forces. To others, the longer road to adulthood signifies something deep, durable and maybe better-suited to our neurological hard-wiring. What we’re seeing, they insist, is the dawning of a new life stage — a stage that all of us need to adjust to.

JEFFREY JENSEN ARNETT, a psychology professor at Clark University in Worcester, Mass., is leading the movement to view the 20s as a distinct life stage, which he calls “emerging adulthood.” He says what is happening now is analogous to what happened a century ago, when social and economic changes helped create adolescence — a stage we take for granted but one that had to be recognized by psychologists, accepted by society and accommodated by institutions that served the young. Similar changes at the turn of the 21st century have laid the groundwork for another new stage, Arnett says, between the age of 18 and the late 20s. Among the cultural changes he points to that have led to “emerging adulthood” are the need for more education to survive in an information-based economy; fewer entry-level jobs even after all that schooling; young people feeling less rush to marry because of the general acceptance of premarital sex, cohabitation and birth control; and young women feeling less rush to have babies given their wide range of career options and their access to assisted reproductive technology if they delay pregnancy beyond their most fertile years.

Continue reading here

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Racist White Ladies Say the Darnest Things!



It's just a matter of perception right? Is this glass half full or glass half empty? With most situation it always is: Is that IPad really worth it's price considering that you already own a laptop, an iphone and a desktop! Some would argue that being technologically up to date is an easy substitute to any financial inconvenience that an $800 oversized iphone may cause to your wallet, and in the long run, the social and personal advantages will outweigh the initial cost.

Perspective, such an overused cliché, so overused that today in the CHATTER BOX we will be highlighting the not so "it just depends which angle you look at it from" incident of Dr. Laura Schlessinger. If you're not familiar with Dr. L, and there is no shame in not being familiar with her, she is a nationally syndicated radio host, who is lagging just behind the adorable Rush Limbaugh as the staple of American Conservatism on the airwaves. Recently Dr. L, has gotten in trouble for repeatedly using the "N WORD" live during a broadcast of her show which according to media reports brings in about 8 million listeners each week.
During an exchange with a caller who wanted advice from the good doctor on how to deal with the racial insensitivities of her husband's friends, the caller who identified herself as African American, outlined a series of inappropriate scenarios that made her feel uncomfortable. Dr. Laura interpreted the callers angst as nothing more than racial hypersensitivity questioning the usage of the N WORD by rappers and black comedians in TV and popular culture as she went on a long rant about the double standard of allowing African Americans to use the word out in the public, while castrating the use of the same word by non-blacks, i.e. her self during her own talk show.

Here are two clips of the exchange:





Dr. Laura, went on to accuse the caller, who was reaching out to her for advice and emotional closure of blowing the situation out of proportion, that questions about another person's culture are not signs of racism. Instead she argued that African Americans in the U.S. often depict non-blacks as racist with the smallest instance of what may be considered offensive.
Fine, the point is taken as valid only if Dr. Laura had not uttered such non-sense as "Some People are Just Hyper-Sensitive", "you listen to some Bl-ah-ck comics and all you hear is is N*&*^, if anyone without enough melanin says it its a horrible thing" and "If you're so hypersensitive about racism don't marry out of your race". Spicy right?

Since the incident she has gone on a public relations campaign to clear the issue, even though this is not the first time she has to do so: in the past she has accused homosexual men of being child predators. Not surprisingly so, her apology is not for being wrong but rather for ticking people off in the wrong way, kind her way of saying, it's just a matter of perspective kids!. Here's Slate commenting about it and NPR's take on the issue. She claims that people are on a crusade against her for speaking her mind and that she wants her First Amendment Rights back. Ah Dr. L you're so silly!

So here's my point, Dr. Laura, if you're so hypersensitive about you're First Amendment Rights Don't Go on Racist Rants on the airwaves, you knew as you uttered the N word a dozen times that your bosses and your sponsors were going to start calling you and you knew that the civil rights organization where going to call for a boycott of your show, what you didn't seem to know, because you are blinded by the veil of racism and ignorance, is that that particular word that you were so fond using during your show, is socially accepted to be used only by "blacks" because it belongs to their Moral Ammendments, because the instance of anyone else using it conjures historical memories of racism and slavery, which if you were not up to date, was abolished many many years ago. But furthermore, this is not an issue of your First Amendment Rights, no one is saying you cannot use the word, ask your cousins and uncles at those White Supremacist protests in D.C. during the summer, it is an issue of common sense, which you're not excused from because you have a Ph.D in Psysiology. You see Dr. L, unlike you, many people do care about other's sensitivities, thats why the holocaust is not an open topic of conversation with Jewish people, or Apartheid is not a colorful subject with South Africans, it's call empathy Doctor, and the First Ammendment is not an excuse for you not to have it.

NUTA

Friday, August 20, 2010

The Resurrection!

And we're back. After a very very long break, No U Turns is back on the interweb. During this long period of meditative transition, NUTA will be going through a small but necessary surgical procedure. While NUTA will not lose it's intended contextual nature, it will accommodate itself to offer better content and enhance it's visual appeal. With this in mind, we present the following schedule:

Mondays: Don't Turn that page: Authors and Books
Tuesdays: Turn the Music Up (kind of self explanatory)
Wednesdays: Read This Blog Dude.
Thursdays: In the Eye of the Beholder, artistic considerations.
Fridays: What a Cliche! A look at popular culture
Saturdays: The Chatterbox Room, a weekly discussion of fresh topics
Sunday: And on the 7th Day he rested, views on religion and spirituality

This said, NUTA's goal is to increase it's readership from 4 (thanks Felix, Amaru and those two other icons without pictures in them) people to about 100 by the end of September, however this will not be possible without the help of... well you.

Ok, so enough self therapy and let's get to work!

NUTA