Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Joyful tears



When I look at this picture, I see a president-elect who looks more like me than any other in my life time.

I can't stop crying.

Yes, it's historic for an african american to be elected, but even more powerful for me is that this is only the second administration in my voting lifetime that I elected. Clinton/Gore was a thrill for being the first. Now, after the supreme theft of 2000 and the shock of 2004, after these eight years of unbelievable, unprecedented high crimes and misdemeanors, the election of Obama/Biden is so much more than a thrill. It has revived my hope for my country, my faith in people to do the right thing.

I especially appreciate that Obama, in the midst of his poetry of an acceptance speech last night, reminded us of the hard work ahead. He was even brave enough to use the word sacrifice instead of shop! As my friend says, "Now, we just have to keep pulling him to the left!"

In other news, hoping for more signs of intelligent life in America, I stayed up 'til 3am last night waiting to hear the Franken/Coleman result. It looks like we'll have to wait a little longer for the recount. I've been walking around all morning saying, "Senator Franken" (I hope it helps!)

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

I Voted!

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Thank you to everyone who has worked for this day.





I was worried that the poll volunteers wouldn't want me to take any pictures. Not only was I wrong, they told the girls to wait before they put the ballot in to make sure I'd gotten their picture!

My voting booth.

Where is the arrow?

There.

It takes a lot of hands to build democracy.

And we voted, too!

Thursday, October 30, 2008

In the Neighborhood

After the 2004 election, when I wandered around in shock, I was looking forward to seeing my neighbors. They are an elderly couple who are life-long democrats and are active in local politics. I figured they would be able to share some words of wisdom with me, help put things in perspective. I was sure that over the course of their voting lives they had lived through disappointment, had shaken off disillusionment.

Finally, the day came that we saw each other in the neighborhood. So, I told them how I had been looking eagerly forward to talking with them in hopes of lifting my spirits. Instead, my neighbor said, "Oh, we voted for Bush. We've never liked Kerry. He's too phony."

Back in the primaries of this current election, I brought the subject up. We all agreed, actually, that neither Barack Obama nor Hillary Clinton thrilled us.

Ever since Obama became the nominee, I have been trying to find the courage to bring the subject up with my neighbors. I finally did today. My neighbor called to ask if I could bring in their papers and mail while they're away for the weekend. When she said they would be getting back Monday night, it seemed like the perfect moment to bring up the election. I asked if she was planning on voting for Obama. She said no. She said she wasn't voting for McCain, she would probably write in someone, possibly her husband. She said she and her husband couldn't believe that out of all the people in the country, these were the two people they could find to run for president. I asked her why she rejected Obama as a candidate. She used the line that she didn't think he had the experience. I offered the analogy that I didn't have parenting experience when I first gave birth to my daughter, but I have the intelligence, dedication, and compassion to do my best.

I don't think she bought my argument. What should I say? I can have a lovely well-written note waiting for her when she gets back. Will you help me?




Thanks.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Remember no [one] is a failure who has (virtual) friends


[You just need to watch the first 45 seconds of the video. After that, the person who posted it adds some music that s/he thinks is the perfect ending to any movie.]

I guess I could've added this:

Yesterday it was my birthday
I hung one more year on the line
I should be depressed
My life's a mess
But I'm having a good time

Maybe I'm laughing my way to disaster
Maybe my race has been run
Maybe I'm blind to the fate of mankind
But what can be done?

- Paul Simon

A quick tour of google to get the lyrics right shows me that I am not, by far, the first person to quote this song on a blog the day after my birthday! This online community is mighty mighty. Other than phone calls and presents from family, and a rainy, windy day spent in the house with my children, it was my virtual friends with whom I celebrated yesterday. They are the ones who gave me the "good to see you," so I could answer, "good to be seen." I am grateful for the community I have found. Thank you.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Happy Birthday!



I am an artist. I think there are few people in my current life who know this about me. I started this blog back in April because I want to help that part of me come out of hiding. The blog name, Unbound Confine, is the title I gave to a book of photographs I created for a an alumni art show at my college in New York some years ago. At the time, art was everywhere in my life, but I was looking for babies. Now, I have two beautiful children and I am looking for art. Do you think that balance might be a theme this year? When I read this post by Hecate the other day, it spoke directly to me, because "this time of year is about introspection," for me as well. So I went to Lunaea Weatherstone's generous online sharing of her wonderful tarot deck to choose a card for myself. I got this card.

2 of Air

Yes, balance is going to be important this year.

Wow! When I just went to Lunaea's site to copy the link to post here, of course I had to take a moment to choose a birthday card. This card seems perfect for today!

The Wheel of the Year*

In the middle of typing this, the morning is still and quiet. It's dark outside. Then, my birthday begins the same as most other days: a voice from the other room, "Mama, what time is it?" "7:03," I answer, hoping that the 8yo can stay in bed a little longer. Oh, she has added a new line to the dialog, "Mama, can I type something on computer?" "Not now," I say, not yet willing to relinquish my computer or peace, "It's still dark outside and we don't have to get up yet." I am pleased that the 8yo is very interested in writing, it is an interest we share. Early in the morning, though, I'm not very social. Balance.

Well, it's taken me long enough to write this that both girls are now awake and hollering demands that I come open their curtain, come get their dinosaur off the floor of their room to give to them while they linger in bed. Yes, I reminded them that it is my birthday and so I get to have a little more time in my room. Now the 8yo has shouted that it's not my birthday, it's a regular Saturday, and is singing, "Happy I hate you to you..." A few minutes later, playing her role in the family drama, the 5yo sings, "Happy love day to you..." Balance.

Happy birthday to me.

Yes, this post is all a ploy to encourage sympathy so you'll buy me presents!

Update: What Lunaea said.

Update II: *The Wheel of the Year is a major arcana card, so this will be an important year for you. For me, the Wheel of the Year is about riding the seasons, experiencing the changes, going with the flow. Sometimes you're going to be up, sometimes you're going to be down, but the important thing is to be present whatever is going on. Where is your Higher Self? What does she want to get out of this trip around the wheel? Can you breathe into her?

--Hecate

Thank you, Hecate.


Lunaea Weatherstone's beautiful tarot art found here.

Friday, October 24, 2008

I can't be anonymous!

Well, I set this whole blog up so that I could go all anonymous and shit, but I just can't be anonymous. This is odd, because although I can't be anonymous, I am often invisible.

So I'm outing myself. Let's see who notices.


Has anyone seen this woman?


Today is my birthday-eve. Tomorrow, I will be as old as Barack Obama. He's running for president. I'm often running for the school bus. It all makes a life.

P.S. I've added a wishlist on the right, there. It is not called an expectations list. It's what computers are for, right? Ooh! shiny! Anyway, there are a lot of books on the list that I'd love to read, but books take me longer than the library would like. So, if you have any of these (or any others that you think I'd like to read), and you're willing to loan them to me for a while, that'd be swell! In the meantime, if you've got surfing fingers, take a look at what called to me through the ether in the blur of night...

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Power Lines: Whiskey Ina Review





From the Daily Hampshire Gazette
July 2006


photo CHARLES ABEL
Ina Iansiti of Northampton, leader of the band Whiskey Ina, marshals her own musical talents and those of other area performers, to live her dream of playing alongside some of the big names in the music industry. 'I always thought the pinnacle would be to play the Iron Horse and do a good job,' she says.

As pictured in a recent drawing of the band by Ina Iansiti, Whiskey Ina includes, from left, Jason Smith on drums, Frank Padellaro on bass, Iansiti on guitar, Jim Armenti on fiddle and Doug Beaumier on pedal steel guitar.

Whiskey Ina handles the hard stuff - Band leader Ina Iansiti of Northampton makes her musical dream come true
BY KEN MAIURI
EDITOR'S NOTE: Readers who remember Ken Maiuri's 'Clubland' will be happy to hear that he and his column are back. A talented musician, playing drums, bass and other instruments, Maiuri brings with him an insider's understanding of the music, bolstered by his experiences over the last three years touring with bands across the country and internationally. Replacing Johnny Memphis' music column, 'Clubland' will run weekly in Thursday's art section.

Ina Iansiti, onstage at the Iron Horse leading her band Whiskey Ina, was not the average opening act. For one, she was barefoot. Also, her musical dream was coming true.

Last Wednesday night the Northampton-based singer-songwriter opened for Big Sandy and His Fly-Rite Boys, a tight retro rockabilly-swing combo from Los Angeles that's toured ceaselessly for nearly two decades. Whiskey Ina has existed for less than two years, with sporadic shows sprinkled throughout.

But Iansiti didn't get nervous. She got prepared. She sent out 150 postcards to friends (which began, 'My musical dream has come true!'). She assembled a band full of area favorites - Jim Armenti on fiddle, Doug Beaumier on pedal steel, Frank Padellaro on bass and harmonies and Jason Smith on drums. And she rehearsed.

About 75 people were there at the Iron Horse when Iansiti began her seven-song set with '222-blue,' an original that dates back to when she was still learning how to change chords without fumbling pauses on her just-bought acoustic guitar. Onstage, in front of a paying (and eating) crowd and leading a band full of pros, Iansiti was focused and smooth. She didn't once check her hands, but instead looked determinedly out at the audience.

Iansiti explained in an interview at her Northampton home last week that her unflinching solidity was really a pleasant by-product of anxiety: 'I couldn't think of what to do with my face, because the lights were so bright!'

She followed the introductory oldie with a brand-new song called 'Lay Down.' Padellaro chewed gum with conviction as he sang backup, putting some English on the bass as he stepped back and forth. Beaumier's pedal steel and Armenti's fiddle traded solos (in that order) on every tune, but on this one in particular they built up a fiery conversation. The sound of the band was casually raggedy, the kind of vibe reminiscent of folk festival jams or sprawling laid-back dances.

Iansiti's a mother of two, drummer Smith's a father of two, and their young children were in attendance, front and center on the roomy, dinnertime dance floor.

'This is the first time my daughters have ever seen me with my band,' Iansiti announced warmly between songs. During 'Dandelion Heart,' another original, all four kids ran around in joyously spastic, out-of-breath circles, swaying arms with their guardians, hopping animatedly.

Iansiti's countryish, swingy songs, influenced by the Carter Family, Willie Nelson, Dylan and Townes Van Zandt, among others, live in a timeless world where 'sad' doesn't exist - only 'blue,' which is sadder than 'sad' could ever be. Yet at the same time, 'blue' lets you get away with using it in up-tempo songs, which works for Iansiti, since she's not a moper - she's a dancer (as any regular local show-goer can attest, since Iansiti's often out in the audience, dancing supportively).

'Close Enough Is Good Enough for Me' was another catchy old original with a super-sprightly gait. But otherwise Iansiti used her time on the big stage to pay tribute to some of her local songwriting heroes, covering songs by Armenti ('Hammer and Tongs'), Ray Mason ('Ain't That a Lot of Lonely') and Matt Hebert, whose 'One Thing' was one of the night's lyrical highlights.

'Stay out of my house/ away from my yard/ stay away from the ones that I love/ you can't win my heart/ and if you push me too far/ you'll meet the sweet lord above,' sang Iansiti, without batting an eye.

In less than half an hour, Iansiti was off the stage, having done what she'd always wanted to do since moving to the area more than a decade ago.

'I'll never be a professional musician, but I want to put on a professional show,' she said, talking about her musical career as her two daughters pitched Legos around on the sunny porch of her Northampton home. She added, 'I always thought the pinnacle would be to play the Iron Horse and do a good job.'

Suddenly the oldest daughter yelled happily, 'You did a great job!!' and ran to hug her mom, plastic bricks tumbling to the floor.' Now I can retire!' laughed Iansiti, her arms full. 'And have a reunion show next year.'

That retirement's not coming anytime soon - she will appear as part of the Armenti Family (as the Carter Family) in this year's Transperformance at Look Park on August 15.