Thursday, April 1, 2010

2 great Indigo Girls Songs

This is an amazing song and can be found at the end of Faye Tucker on "Come on Now Social."

I highly recommend it.
Philosophy of Loss, Indigo Girls

Welcome to why the church has died
In the heart of the exiled in the kingdom of hate
Who owns the land & keeps the commands
And marries itself to the state
Modern scribes write in Jesus Christ

Everyone is free

And the doors open wide to all straight men & women
But they are not open to me
And who is teaching kids to be soldiers
To be marked by a plain white cross
And we kill just a little to save a lot more

The philosophy of loss
There are a few who would be true out of love
And love is hard

And don't think that our hands haven't shoveled the dirt
Over their central American graveyards
Doctors & witch hunters stripped you bare
Left you nothing for your earthly sins
Yeah but who made this noise just a bunch of boys
And the one with the most toys wins
Who is teaching kids to be gamblers
Life is a coin toss
And of course what you give up is what you gain

The philosophy of loss

Whatever has happened to anyone else
Could happen to you & to me
And the end of my youth was the possible truth
That it all happens randomly
Who is teaching kids to be leaders
and the way that it is meant to be
the philosophy of loss


Second is a song that I came by through a friend in my undergrad and grad program. It's called Life's So Strange and is another very interesting song that I think was on a cd burned from Kazzaa(sp?) or Napster. Oh remember those lovely days. I do...


Cold black coffee, incessant stream of cars

Cigarette ash lies sprinkled like a fistful of grey stars

Yesterday it rained silver rainbows on the ground
Today the rain's just water - it won't stop from falling down.
I get weary waiting for my muse
But in between the times she comes
I still have to tie my shoes
And get on with my day
There are mornings when I'm with (?)
And there are days I have to take the bus.
Life's so rich...
Life's so empty...
Secret rendezvous, long distance from a phone booth
Like two players in a mystery straight out of our youth
Well I'm finding that dramatics have lost their old appeal
I play the part of stoic lover, but I'm not sure how I feel
I get discouraged waiting for the world
To understand this love affair
To understand the girl
There are mornings when Amelia's right beside me
The next thing I know, I taste the salt of the sea.
Life's so rich...
Life's so empty...
Cold black coffee, incessant stream of cars
Cigarette ash lies sprinkled like a fistful of grey stars
Yesterday it rained silver rainbows on the ground
Today the rain's just water - it won't stop from falling down.
As I grow weary, I'm waiting for the world
To understand this love affair
To understand the girl
There are mornings when Amelia's right beside me
The next thing I know, I taste the salt of the sea.
Life's so rich...
Life's so empty...
Life's so strange

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Performance West

So I will be performing at Performance West's Microfringe Festival this April. Yay!!

Check it out
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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

thank you rachel maddow

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The Bay Area

I have been trying to find inspiration. Lately this has been hard to come by. But I spent a few days in the Bay Area in California and was endowed with a renewed sense of hope. I do not know why I feel at home there--just that I do (maybe there is something about it's affect on me.) I am overcome with feelings of joy and really I have only been there three times in my life. I think at least for the last two I have been seeing people that I really love--people that make me remember what friendship in its simplest and most complex form can look and feel like.

What my trip really made me contemplate was the idea of friendship, and not necessarily in an interpersonal way, but in a cultural and often public form of friendship. What does it mean to perform the identity of friend? Does that look different depending on who you are around or speaking with at the moment? What is my role as a friend when my friend is hurting and in pain? Sick, emotionally, psychologically, physically, spiritually? How does my performance of friendship with certain friends affect my relationships with other friends, with lovers, parents, and or even pets?

How do friendships exist and maintain themselves when they began within a group, but when that group does not look, act, or even feel the same.

"Kathryn, it wasn't just you who lost it all in the fire, we all lost everything," I was recently reminded. In this moment this speech-act released me. I can't explain it but it made me able to let go of some of the personal hurt I had been experiencing because of things that had happened in my past. As much as I have tried to make losing my previous life about me, I am beginning to realize how far this is from the reality of the situation. Maybe it is my current understanding of the theory of affect, but I realize how public my feelings are, how public they have always been. It's not about me, or at least not just about me.

It's about cultures I have been a part of and helped to create. It is about the necessity it took to create them (whether that need was True doesn't matter, it was perceived as necessary). It is about people I have hurt in order to create those cultures to exclude them from participating in these cultures, it is about hurting people within those public cultures. It is about the "bad blood" that runs through those cultures, the blood that hurts to think about yet can never be forgotten.

While those cultures may seem to be more private or hidden (or are attempted to be kept this way,) they are always on display. The bodies that make up these cultures are often fetishized, made into a spectacle, and mostly cannot remain completely hidden. This is an affect of power on cultures, those in power have the ability to make those attempting to remain private, publicized, and publicized in a way that is often demeaning to the culture in question.

I don't want to become super theoretical here, I have to save that for my "scholarly projects," but it is valuable to think of friendship as public, to think of culture as public, and to think of the public feelings that help create and maintain cultures.

And I will continue to contemplate what it means to perform the role of friend. Does this mean listening to someone cry on the phone? Does this mean taking someone to the hospital? Or having an in depth conversation about gender? Does it mean reflexively looking at oneself to see one's flaws because a friend has suggested it? Does it mean letting go of a friend when your time together has ended? Does it mean forgiveness? What does performing "good friend" look like? And what does it mean to not perform adequately and commit to the performance of "bad friend?"

I don't have answers. I never have answers.


Tuesday, November 24, 2009

new song

I heard this song and I am really not fond of the new Brandi Carlile album-yet. But for some reason this song really spoke to me, especially in regards to my weekend in Chicago at the NCA convention. That was a really hard weekend. I think as I wrote to someone (a great friend) recently, sometimes it is important to apologize even if you unintentionally hurt someone, because you hurt them, the reason doesn't matter. And I have felt that I have been apologizing a lot lately, for various reasons. But I am done now-for awhile. One person can only apologize so many times before it makes them break. However, that weekend I felt like a really shitty person, a bad feminist, and a terrible scholar. But I am hearing this song and it is my song for that weekend. Probably should have heard it before I broke.


Before it Breaks, Brandi Carlile


Around here, it's the hardest time of year
Waking up, the days are even gone
The collar of my coat
Lord help me, cannot help the cold
The raindrops sting my eyes
I keep them closed.

But I'm feelin' no pain
I'm a little lonely and my quietest friend
Have I the moonlight? Have I let you in?
Say it aint so, say I'm happy again

Say it's over, say I'm dreaming,
Say I'm better than you left me
Say you're sorry, I can take it
Say you'll wait, say you won't
Say you love me, say you don't
I can make my own mistakes
Let it bend before it breaks

I'm all right. Don't I seem to be?
Aren't I swinging on the stars?
Don't I wear them on my sleeve?
When you're looking for a crossroads,
It happens every day
And whichever way you turn,
I'm gonna turn the other way

Say it's over, say I'm dreaming,
Say I'm better than you left me
Say you're sorry, I can take it
Say you'll wait, say you won't
Say you love me, say you don't
I can make my own mistakes
Learn to let it bend before it breaks

Say it's over say I'm dreaming,
Say I'm better than you left me
Say you're sorry, I can take it
Say you'll wait, say you won't
Say you love me, say you don't
I can make my own mistakes
Let it bend before it breaks

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Sunday, November 8, 2009

blogging: or neglecting to blog

I realize I haven't written since Jim's death. At least not on this blog my performance blog
This quarter has been hard. Grief is hard. Especially ambiguous and ambivalent grief. My classes hard and painful. Maybe one day I will post some of my journal in my other blog.

Living in Denver has its ups and downs. I dearly miss my mountains and the peace and relief they give to me. But I like city life, things open past 8 p.m., drinks and dinner with friends, being able to actually get work done because I don't have to drive as much.

I love my job. I work with students in one-on-one consultations where I collaborate with students on how to make their writing improve. I have learned a lot of things myself about my own writing and how I need to improve on some of what I am and have been doing. I really love it, it is very satisfying.

I take my comp exams in about two weeks and I am scared. Scared shitless. I am not prepared, my readings (articles, books etc) are a mess. I have to move my things back to my house in EP for a month or so.

But I am also going to the Bay area. I love that place I have such happy memories although I have only been there one time. That is my treat to myself. My desire is to travel more even if it is just to visit friends in the U.S. I don't need to go anywhere big to feel as though I am at the very least not stagnant.

I have felt it very hard to write. My body feels to raw almost too painful. It will come back one day. One day soon.

I leave for Chicago on Thursday to present at the National Communication Association conference. Another thing I am super nervous about.

So there is a short but sweet update. Me in a nutshell.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Jim's memorial

Weds. was my stepfather's funeral. it was one of the saddest and hardest moments of my entire life and my mother wanted me to speak and do part of the family eulogy. It was extremely hard but I thought sort of profound. I realized how different it is losing a grandparent as opposed to a parent. Once one's parents begin to pass it becomes very very serious. At least to me. And very real. while i think death can be peaceful it is also scary how fast it can come on. Smash an aunt, see a coyote carrying a piece of dead animal carcass, or one's body becoming a toxic waste dump. It can move so fast and that is scary. While I wanted death to be fast and I wanted that to be wish, i cry now for maybe wishing it too soon. Anyway, I decided to post the eulogy I read in between the tears and choking back the sobs.
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I am Kathryn Hobson and I am Dawn’s daughter and for all intensive purposes Jim’s stepdaughter. I know we have heard from so many and I do not want to put you through too much more, but I want to pay tribute to Jim and his life with my mother and our family, and his life and friends in Estes Park. However, I have found that my own words seem to skim the surface of what he meant to these people. So I am sharing their words in order to make up for my lack.

From Meghan:

When I think about Jim and they type of person he was, the following words come to mind:


Honesty
Compassion
Love

If I let my mind wander, there's always more words I can find that fit the person Jim was, but these were the first words I thought of, so for me, they were the ones that Jim helped teach me the meaning of. These words were more than just values that Jim carried with him everywhere - they were his actions. And although Jim's actions were hardly ever over the top or grandiose, you knew that everything he did came from a place of sincerity.

I had the fortunate opportunity to be a part of the family and home that Jim and Dawn created a few years ago, but the most profound memories I have of Jim were ones where I spent time with him, Dawn, Kathryn, and Liana. Most of these moments surrounded running basic errands or sitting down for a meal. But it was in these everyday moments that I bore witness to something truly amazing. I saw a father who loved his daughters, and a husband who loved his wife. I saw a man who was willing to accept anyone and everyone for who they were. He met you were you were at, and walked beside you as you grew into the person you are today. Jim took me into his home and his family because Dawn and Kathryn had asked him to. He did not know anything about me, but he accepted me from day one. He treated me just like I was another part of his ever expanding family, but I did not ever feel insignificant or unimportant. Quite the opposite really - whenever I was around Jim, he made me feel like I was the most important.

From Jane:

The thing I will miss most about Jim is the way he used to pick on me. He would always find something to tease me about. The artichoke dip, the soufflé, and whether or not I had seen any monkeys lately. I will miss these moments.

From Donna

The Selfless Servant by Jamie Sams

The selflesss servant remembers

the challenges along the way,

but meets each Sun with wonder,

the pleasure of greeting the day.

The joy that fuels the selfless heart

is seeing the changes that come

to every weary traveler that hears

the heart song of Earth Mother's drum.

Affecting the lives of those in need,

With a smile or a helping hand,

brings unseen rewards to the heart

that the selfish do not understand.

Returning to others a percentage

of the abundance we have known

is the sacred wisdom of sharing,

a gift of the seeds we have sown.

Where do we find these servants,

Who choose to selflessly give?

They stand with the Wisdom Keeper,

having remembered,

that to give is to live!

From Lilly:

My favorite memory of Jim would have to be in the mornings. When he would wake me up in the early morning around 6:30 saying time to get up, time to get up. And then later while I was getting ready he would count down how many minutes I would have until we left to school. He would say 20 minutes Mabel and then 15 minutes or 8. I loved waking up to him in the morning, and hearing him blow his nose so loud it would cause an avalanche on Longs Peak.

From John:

Ascension, Colleen Corah Hitchcock

And if I go, 
while you're still here... 
Know that I live on, 
vibrating to a different measure 
--behind a thin veil you cannot see through. 
You will not see me, 
so you must have faith. 
I wait for the time when we can soar together again, 
--both aware of each other. 
Until then, live your life to its fullest. 
And when you need me, 
Just whisper my name in your heart, 
...I will be there.

From anonymous:

I guess in the end I am just lucky to have known him

From Jerry:

In his life time, Jim Martinsen was wise enough and kind enough to lend us, for time immemorial, his good senses about life and how it should be lived. He lays dead but his counsel hardly so! When the grade is steep and treacherous, he will counsel us to dig in and throttle up. When the grade is soft and gentle, he will pour us a glass of wine and raise it towards the heavens. When we reach our own deathbeds, he will call us to relax and join the gentle waters flowing in a direction other than what we have known. You see, Jim Martinsen was more than a husband, father or friend --he was an engineer; he was a planner and a man who could transform a dream into a deed. We need men like him. He gives a whole new meaning to the concept of "after-life"

From me:

I will never forget Jim's smile, his "What do you say________?," His "Kathryn how are you" emphasis on the “are.” I will never forget how he liked to blast the air conditioner in the car, or how he owned a canoe he never used. I will never forget how he and I could run a game of hearts when we played on a team together, practically able to read each other’s minds. I will miss the way that I can no longer just stick a letter on the counter and that it will magically disappear, I will miss that the recycling used to just get done, and that he never complained when I snuck bags of trash into the dumpster. And most of all I will never forget the way he saved me and took care of my mother and I will be eternally grateful for that.

I have walked with many fathers

And none

You were one of them

You have given so much

to so many

And you are dearly loved

Thank you so much for all you have done

Even when I have been a pain in the ass

I promise to keep being smart in school

And keep getting A’s.

Love always,

Your Big K

From Dawn:

I will miss you as the days grow short

And the nights grow long,

I will miss watching the hawks circle our house

As we sat outside on the warm summer evenings

I will miss eating dinner while the snow swirls around

The dining room windows

I will miss the sounds of your making coffee

And the sounds of your quietness

As we spent long lovely quiet days together

I will miss playing cribbage, watching college football and late night movies and

I will miss our good night couple ritual of hugging and exchanging “love you’s “

And most of all

I will miss the empty side of your bed every morning

As I wake to face every day.

And now…

Jill will sing a song that at least to me and hopefully to others here holds some special memories of the last few weeks of Jim’s life.

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I like to think that this was my performative eulogy, but I am not really sure I did all of these people justice, I hope I did.