tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post8377016212407805762..comments2023-07-16T10:42:00.694+01:00Comments on Psycho: Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-89891078275391258082012-02-24T10:16:23.403+00:002012-02-24T10:16:23.403+00:00or a key/keys to unlock some of the complexities ....or a key/keys to unlock some of the complexities . . .Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12201420056461492643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-37050470973859136252012-02-24T08:58:50.139+00:002012-02-24T08:58:50.139+00:00Lots of fascinating stuff in this full post. One t...Lots of fascinating stuff in this full post. One thing that struck me was the uncertainty over whether Paul Webster was black. I know it shouldn't matter of course, but I too find the uncertainty a bit odd, and feel I shouldn't. Same as recently reading up on the saxophonist Charles Lloyd, now looking like any tanned Californian 70-something musician - but hang on, isn't that picture of him with his famous 60's quartet (Keith Jarrett, Jack DeJohnette) showing him in full afro? And his grandfather was the first black man to be aquitted of murder in Mississippi. He had native American and Irish blood too - made me realise how complex, painful and ridiculous are the effects of skin colour on a life, Webster's or Lloyd's. And how we have this need to pigeonhole - of course it's a shortcut to all kinds of further cultural assumptions.Lo Jardinierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10228490660541973229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393674883919724980.post-78522686623433557942012-02-20T15:00:44.907+00:002012-02-20T15:00:44.907+00:00I was actually forced to polka when I did a course...I was actually forced to polka when I did a course on ballroom dancing. It was painful. Literally. To a rather well-endowed female, bouncing up and down like that causes serious strain to the over-the-shoulder boulder holding apparatus, not to mention the boulders themselves. <br />Ouch. I HATED polka. I shudder at the memory.M. K. Hajdinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09447874954518094183noreply@blogger.com