Here are a few photos and a bit of video from my recent trip to Belize, which included three snorkeling adventures off of Ambergris Caye (which unfortunately I didn’t photograph) and a trip up the river to Lamanai, the Mayan archeological site. Featuring my partner-in-crime for 40 years, Malibu Steve.
So, it happened. The entire month of October went by without a post. My excuse: I would have been too tempted to write about the nauseating election we’ve been suffering through for it seems like forever. May our national nightmare soon fade from memory, as a technicolor Fall fades into a grayscale Winter…
…Marley Dias, that is, possibly the most precocious 11-year-old on the planet, and apparently one of the best-parented.
Marley recently started a book drive using the hashtag #1000BlackGirlBooks, because she was tired of having to read books “about white boys and their dogs” in school. Given how hard it can be to convince my college students to read their assignments, I’m all for any movement that seeks to make reading more relevant and enjoyable for children, so they can form the habit before it’s too late. Here are some nuggets from her recent interview on Charlie Rose:
[After Rose remarks that she seems remarkably comfortable being on television]
MARLEY: “It’s easier to be yourself than to be something you’re not.”
ROSE: “Is she [your mother] your hero?”
ROSE: “One of them-”
MARLEY: “No, I like attributes of people instead of specific people because everyone messes up.”
ROSE: What do you like most about yourself?”
MARLEY: “That I like myself.”
Even if these are just lines that she’s had drilled into her by her mentors (which I doubt), she delivers them with more panache than should be be legally allowable for someone so young. To see what I mean, check out her interview at around 44:00, unless you want to sit through a long segment on the battle between Apple and the FBI over unlocking the San Bernardino terrorist’s iPhone. Unfortunately it’s a Hulu video, so you have to sit through a 30-second ad before you can skip forward.
Let’s hope that growing up doesn’t dampen her enthusiasm.
Okay, so I’m pretty sure that there is a very simple answer to this question, but I didn’t think of asking anyone while I was in the neighborhood, and Google has been of little help. But, clearly, there are either terraces cut into, or walls set on to, the granite peak of this mountain just outside of Martigny Switzerland. The question is: who put them there, and why?
Update: a Swiss citizen who should know told me that those are actually large wooden structures that are intended to prevent avalanches. Fair enough, but there seems to be no one living on the slope beneath to protect… Maybe the Swiss just generally disapprove of avalanches, and stop them whenever and wherever they can?
I just learned that an old friend of mine passed away unexpectedly last May: Chuck Silverman, a man whose life-long obsession was drumming – particularly Afro-Cuban percussion. Along with a couple of other aspiring musicians, Chuck and I shared a house high up in the Hollywood hills in the late ’70s. When he wasn’t at a gig, he was almost always at the house, but rarely seen: he would practice literally all day in a narrow walk-in storage closet he’d (somewhat) sound-proofed, using headphones to play along with his favorite latin tracks. After that household dissolved in the early ’80s, we largely lost track of each other until he emailed me a few years ago to catch up. In addition to having studied ethnomusicology at UCLA, he’d become a successful teacher and writer, authoring several highly-regarded books and columns, teaching at the Musician’s Institute in L.A., and introducing anyone who would listen to Afro-Cuban rhythms. At the time of his death, he was trying to complete a documentary film on a style of Cuban music he feared would soon be lost. As a memorial to Chuck, and in the now perhaps dim hope that his film will eventually be finished, here’s a short video he made about the project (before his initial filming began in 2013).