Sunday, August 01, 2010

Nostalgia


There is a scene in season finale of season 1 of Mad Men where our protagonist Don Draper described Kodak's photograph slide projector "The Carousel" He talks about it being able to take us to a place we 'ache to go to again' and that is what inspired this poem. Nostalgia, Don says, in Greek means 'the pain of an old wound'
That sentence struck me, it's a pain that we still yearn to have, a sadness that somehow produces contentment, a metaphoric death that reminds us of life. I was in bed when this poem came to me, trying, but unable to sleep, and the words just seemed to come one by one leading me to rush out of bed, grab a notepad and write them down. Nostalgia for me is a bottled memory, a perfect instance in time, a moment of happiness and peace that I can always return to but never reproduce, and this inability to replicate that happiness is the sad part, Nostalgia is bitter, yet sweet, mournful, yet euphoric. These feelings are what informs this poem. I hope you like it

"Nostalgia"

Now memories are my comfort
Now sleep is my succour
for dreams have become my reality
Fantasy has become my truth
Pain has become my pleasure
Loss has become my gain

The past is now my future
Our yesterdays are my tomorrows
Nostalgia, my sustenance
The tragic romantic
Cursed to forever reach, but never grasp
Forever love, but never loved

Julian E. Obubo
August 2010

Friday, July 16, 2010

Let's Get The Proceedings Proceeding This Evening

I've been neglecting you dear blog, but I'm back, I'm back, and I think I'll try to update you a lot more regularly.
So where shall I begin? Just what have I been up to this past month? Well, two things really- Dissertation and World Cup, but more of the latter. My productivity would have been a lot higher if this World Cup was in a crazy time zone that meant matches were at midnight or early mornings....but no, this World Cup happened to coincide with peak library time, and when you're faced with the choice of reading The Dialectic of Sex: The Case For Feminist Revolution or watching Brazil vs. North Korea, I know which one I'd choose.
So I'm pretty much very relieved that the World Cup is over, I can now focus wholeheartedly on this dissertation at hand. I've been pretty pleased with my work rate so far, it's much better than my progress last year...and having a fastidious and prompt supervisor is also a great benefit.
I shouldn't really use my blog to talk more about my dissertation, it seems that's all I do in real life, and it can get quite repetitive.

Well, apart from the dissertation, my life's been pretty unremarkable really, well at least unremarkable in terms of stuff I'd like to publicize on my blog. Other 'aspects' of my life have been pretty erm..unusual to say the least, and I'm still ruminating and getting my head around what's been happening, I've been learning about myself a lot lately, and yeah.....hopefully everything'll turn out well.

So yeah, that's been me, still kicking, still boring, still trying to squeeze out a little bit of fun out of the mundaneness of postgraduate life. Still Julian.......let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening.

Live, Love Life, Give Love!!!!

I think this is how my thoughts are at the moment

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Wedding Pictures

I was part of the official photography team at the wedding of my friends Estelle and Onn Yik, now Mr and Mrs Yong.
Here are a few of my favourite shots I took at the event. Click on them for a larger version










Tuesday, June 08, 2010

You’re Beautiful.....for a Black Girl

This article first appeared in the May 2010 edition of University of Sunderland's DN Magazine

On John Mayer’s Playboy interview and Black Female Beauty


John Mayer has since apologized for his ill-thought-out interview with Playboy magazine where he made disparaging remarks about his exes Jennifer Aniston and Jessica Simpson and compared his penis to former KKK leader David Duke when asked about his sexual relationships with black women.

Before I go in with the article, here’s an excerpt of the ‘David Duke Dick’ comment-


PLAYBOY: Do black women throw themselves at you?


MAYER: I don’t think I open myself to it. My dick is sort of like a white supremacist. I’ve got a Benetton heart and a fuckin’ David Duke cock. I’m going to start dating separately from my dick.



Now, for those who have seen Mayer’s now famous apology, he blames the whole incident on trying to be clever when being interviewed, he admits that this ‘cleverness’ obviously hasn’t worked, and he would stop playing the media game and just play his guitar.

I won’t consider myself a fan of Mayer, but I do have a couple of his songs and I have watched a clip of him playing the guitar- it’s clear that this man is very talented. After this interview came out my opinion of him dropped significantly, Mayer seemed to be playing on that notion that as a white guy he can say something racially insensitive, but because he has ‘black friends’ it’ll be okay. I think Mayer bought into this illusion of ‘honorary blackness’ which caused him to not only use the ‘N word’ in the Playboy interview, but to trivialize the experience of being a racialized minority in America by stating “What is being black? It’s making the most of your life, not taking a single moment for granted. Taking something that’s seen as a struggle and making it work for you” (emphasis mine) Mayer is suggesting that the limitations and confinements that being racialized imposes on the subject are not real struggles, but merely perceived to be so. This viewpoint erases the fact of power imbalances that are central to all forms of discrimination and sees being black as merely experiencing specific discomforts in an otherwise easy life.

However, my principal reason for writing this article was not Mayer’s definition of being black, but rather his thoughts on black women. I probably wouldn’t have written this had I not read a blog by African-American academic Marc Lamont Hill, who while rebuking Mayer for his comments suggested “Next time, John, just say “Everybody has their preferences. Black women haven’t been mine.” Then, no harm, no foul.

No harm, no foul? Really? Now this is not to say if you are a white man and you don’t consider Kelly Rowland beautiful then you are a racist. No, I’ll break it down further.

The statement- Everybody has their preferences. Black women haven’t been mine is a product of an idea that not only can black women never be considered beautiful or preferable, but it is odd for a ‘white’ man to consider a black woman beautiful (or in Mayer’s case attractive enough to sleep with). In fact, the Playboy question which led to Mayer’s answer (and Lamont Hill’s suggested answer) was ‘Do black women throw themselves at you?’ this question is already loaded with the premise that there should be some sort of compartmentalization of women based on ‘race’. So while it’s a given that women throw themselves at rock stars, the question wants to know specifically if black women also do it, and how do white rock stars react to these women whom American society has historically vilified and maligned.

Lamont Hill’s suggested response Everybody has their preferences. Black women haven’t been mine also suggests that there is something essential in ALL black women that causes them to be preferred by some, but repels others. His suggestion was not Everybody has their preference, Whitney Houston hasn’t been mine, but his use of the term ‘black women’ homogenizes all women who fall under this term, and the only possible factor for this homogenization is their skin colour.

The other side to that reply is Everybody has their preferences. White women happen to be mine, perhaps this clearer illustrates the racialized framework from which that response arises. It disregards the individuality of women, and links their desirability to one physical factor- skin colour.

But it comes as no surprise to me that racialized people have internalized this assumption that because of their essential physical difference, they can never be considered desirable. This is the message that is transmitted subtly and not-so subtly around the world, particularly in the beauty industry. This is what causes dark skinned Asian and African women to put toxic chemicals in their skin in an attempt to be lighter. This preference for European facial structures is what leads South Korean women (and men) to undergo surgery in order to have larger (read European) eyes and cheekbones.

I guess the issue at heart here is not just this social construct we call race, but also the continuous reduction of women to physical parts. Hair colour, breast size, and race are seen and encouraged as serious markers for desirability. The hegemonic white-male normative gaze will then always reproduce notions of race based desirability, often at the expense of ‘black and brown women’

The second part of Mayer’s original reply was his crude reference to his penis. His admitted attempt to be clever led him to say he had a ‘David Duke cock’, for those that don’t know, David Duke was once the Grand Wizard of the Knights of the Ku Klux Klan an organization that historically used the rape of black women as a form of terror. This was who, Mayer in his ‘cleverness’ decided to liken his penis to? It displays the mind of a vulgar, insensitive and ignorant man, who would choose to be shocking simply for the sake of being shocking.

In preparing this article, and reading other people’s thoughts on Mayer’s words, I have come across those who say ‘perhaps you are reading too much into it’

It is a sad state of affairs when someone can say something so misogynistic and racist, and people still think it shouldn’t be explored further. There are many John Mayers out there who just say things without understanding the process that led to them having that thought in the first place. When aspects of racism or sexism are normalized in a society we can simply utter them without a thought, we are unaware of the complex power structures that led to the normalization of our words. Only by vehemently disabling power disparities and deconstructing our society can we come to make a truer sense of the things we consider normal.

Saturday, June 05, 2010

Summer Ball

I had the chance to use my D5000 at an event this weekend. The Globe Summer Ball was yesterday at The Assembly Rooms in Newcastle.
I think the camera performed flawlessly, below are a selection of pictures from the event.
I decided to go with a Malcolm X inspired look for the ball, hence the old-school glasses, you shall be seeing it more often!

Click the images for larger versions (and witness the awesomeness of the camera....check out that sharpness!)

The New Look
Ladies!
Katrin
With Rachael
Marlene Swing Dancing (or air cycling)
With Lois
Koslowsky!!
With Ben
With Marlene
Katrin, Marlene and Rachael





Thursday, May 27, 2010

New Camera: Meet Stephanie

Hooray, I have finally purchased my first DSLR camera, and what a great one it is. I've now got the Nikon D5000. I was planning on getting the D3000, which has less features than the D5000, and is also significantly cheaper, but after a little investment and advice from my economist father, I was able to gather enough funds to get the D5000.
A friend of mine, Justin, was also on the search for a new camera, and he had set his eyes on the Canon 1000D (after the Canon salesman at John Lewis had lobbied heavily in Canon's favour, pretty much saying Canon was the be all and end all of photography. Period!)
Justin called me up on a wet and overcast Wednesday afternoon, saying he lacked inspiration while writing his essay, and was prepared to buy the Canon that afternoon. Lacking inspiration myself, I considered it an inspired idea to go camera shopping. So I grabbed a jacket and put on my shoes and we went off to John Lewis to buy our respective cameras.
When we got there, we asked the saleswoman if we could handle the Nikon D5000 and the Canon 1000D respectively, she obliged, and I think she was expecting us to ask her a few questions about their functions, little did she know that we had engaged in endless research about the cameras. After about 20 seconds looking at the cameras, we looked at her and said 'We'll take em' She looked back at us, surprised. It was like we were a bunch of young millionaires, buying expensive gadgets on a whim.
She went to the backroom to get the cameras, but when she returned, she only had the Canon in tow. Alas, John Lewis was out of D5000s. She looked disappointed, I looked disappointed. She asked if I would be prepared to wait two weeks for the D5000 to arrive. "Two weeks!!" I thought, "IncreĆ­ble!!" I needed it now!. So with sad faces we parted (well Justin had a smile on his face) and went right over to Jessops.
Walking right over to the till, I demanded to purchase the D5000, the cashier looked up at me and said, 'would you like to look at it first?' I replied, 'No, that won't be necessary, thank you' ...slightly bemused and amused she went off to get the camera.
There it was, the gold and black packaging gleaming. I was satisfied!

I have a habit of naming my cameras, and this Nikon D5000 has been named: 'Stephanie' (from the Greek: Stefanos, meaning 'Crown') a fitting name I think.

I haven't yet had the oppurtunity to take her out and take pictures of Newcastle (due to adverse weather conditions and academic commitments) but I shall show you a few pictures I took in my room, and a picture of the camera itself.


Lens cap, taken with the D5000

My mugs, taken with the D5000

My street at night, taken with the D5000

Stephanie (my Nikon D5000)


Monday, May 03, 2010

What Babies Have Taught Me


I've been waiting for something of some significance to happen in my life before I got back to blogging, but it seems my life has been going unremarkably well, and that is a good thing of course, no news as they say is good news.
I think we often have our senses primed for drama and grand gestures that we often miss the small 'insignificant' details in our lives. Personally these small details rejuvenate me to some degree, these details make me aware of my humanity, make me grateful and alive! It could be the smile and nod of a stranger on the street, or watching people scurry by with their shopping, listening to a song you haven't heard in a while or looking at really old pictures you had forgotten about.
One of the most humbling feelings I've had lately was holding a month old child in my arms and feeling a sense of serenity I hadn't felt in a long while. The pure innocence of babies is something to envy, they are blank slates that haven't been tainted by the harsh realities of life. In some way it reinforced my personal belief that we all have goodness inside of us, I look at babies as sort of the basic stage of humanity, and to realize that we were once all innocent and pure strengthens my resolve to restore balance and harmony amongst those around me. It would be naive to think that we can return to this 'time of innocence' but I think we can learn a lot about improving interpersonal relationships by observing young children.
We live in a very technological world, where electronic communication often supersedes face-to-face human interaction, and I don't mean to deride electronic communication (I am an avid facebook user afterall) but it has fundamentally changed our behaviour in ways that I'm still coming to terms with. Events that would have only being in our memories 20 years ago are now easily documentable, we have our facebook albums, our msn and skype chatlogs and our saved text messages to always remind us of this interlocking of technology and humanity. We don't need to ask anyone anything any more, because we are expected to Google it first. We lose that longing to pick up the phone and call someone we haven't spoken to in years because we can easily check their facebook pages to see what they've been up to. It is as though we are constantly broadcasting our lives. Life has now become an elaborate technological ritual.
That is why it is so beautiful to see experiences that have no technological substitute, to witness events that remind us of being biological creatures, to see life produce life, human bring forth human. Watching a child suckle, or cry or grab a finger placed in their little hands reminds us of those basic and intrinsic characteristics we have as humans, characteristics that we haven't learnt but are pre-programmed in all of us, these things babies do aren't social rituals, they are primitive signs of life, they are our biological customs if you will, customs that suspend every human social construction be it gender, class, race or nation. Reminding ourselves of our common humanity is the first step in building a better world.

Julian E. Obubo

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

A Very Mini Reunion (but an amazing one nonetheless)

Planning a high school reunion is a very challenging task, especially when some of you are on holidays and most others aren't. We had our last reunion in 2008 and turn out was very good. This year we tried to recreate that and planned a few weeks in advance on facebook. It seemed every other reply on the thread was someone saying they couldn't make it, the reunion looked like a failure even before it occurred.
Anyway, we planned to meet on April 6, in Arnhem. By the evening of April 5th, it seemed it was just gonna be me, Marjanne, Marlene and William at the reunion (a.k.a just another day in North East England...and William) the plan was to visit our old school (there were no classes, but I received word that teachers were having a meeting) and then drive up to Amsterdam and possibly meet up with Beerd.
Well, meet up at Arnhem Central Station we did, and drive to the AIS we did as well, only to be confronted by a locked gate, and what seemed to be a school building devoid of life. It seemed by intel* was incorrect, nobody was here, cars were parked in the parking lot, but no one was in the building. Desperate, we spent about 10 mins walking around the school looking for entry points, but every door was firmly locked (side note: the front gate is quite pointless as you can easily get to the school from the back...just sayin')
After hanging around and thinking of various (illegal) ways to enter the building, we decided to call it off and head up to Amsterdam. With Marlene driving, we got on the highway and headed to the capital.
With William in the car you can be sure the discussions were lively, crazy and sometimes absurd (William's trademark) but it was fun.
Arriving in Amsterdam, we found a parking lot and promptly found a toilet as I felt my bladder was at tipping point so to speak. It was the best urination experience I have ever had, unexplainable relief and lightness, it was bliss!
Anyway...we headed off to Dam Square to meet up with Beerd, who I hadn't seen in four years.
He arrived in a cloud of smoke, well not really a cloud...with a cigarette perched daintily in his right hand and and iPod earphone hanging from his left ear. After embraces, compliments and salutations we headed off to find PANCAKES!
Finding a spot next to the flower stalls (and blocked from the shining sun) we settled at the 'Old Dutch Pancake House' which billed itself as having the 'best pancakes in town', right next to it was another pancake house which also claimed to have 'the best pancakes in Amsterdam' clearly one had to be false, but we didn't have time to sample both menus and decide. We talked, laughed and ate our pancakes and then decided to head up to another cafe in Rembrandt square.
This time we were exposed to the full rays of the sun (and also exposed to noisy trumpet players and tone deaf guitar players) but it was a nice place, soaking up some sun and catching up.

Learn to sing before performing in public

Afterwards we headed back to Beerd's place and chilled for a while, drank some good tea and discussed whether or not Avatar was a good movie before we had to head off back home.
We crowned the day with a few pictures and were greeted with extensive posing and modeling by William.
It was a very good day!
Hopefully at the next reunion we would have a higher turn out. It's always good to see what former classmates are up to and to have discussions that cannot be had on facebook or msn. You can poke on facebook, but nothing beats a real hug! (I've copyrighted that phrase)

* intel was provided by my younger brother, Daniel

Here are some pics! (click for a larger rendition)