"A Chi Mine Khaana Yvna Ve" - Agi Dawaachu? (some sources seem to indicate him as the singer, other sources indicate him as the film’s costume director???)

A while back I watched Khadak, a film about the journeys of a young epileptic Mongolian nomad, his family and friends, & their changing circumstances.  The film is expansive, quiet, mystical, dangerous, disorienting, warm, & breathing.  If you’re going to take my recommendation & watch it, I ask that you do so with nothing less than your full attention.  

So, this song.  It’s not very typical of the rest of the film’s soundtrack, but it was the one that stayed with me.  Perhaps because it somehow sounds not unlike the Celtic melodies we grew up on?  I have no idea what it says or what it’s about, & I haven’t found a translation anywhere online yet.  I love it & find it touching anyway.

(If you have any relevant information, drop me a line?)



This is a talk given by a Nashville interior designer, Ruthie Lindsey. I highly recommend you watch the whole thing…(read more).

A lot of important things are said here about beauty & brokenness. 

I’m quietly astonished at how this dovetails so naturally with several other weighty things happening in my head right now, including a lot of thought about various hurts & divorces in my circles, as well as reflection on just having watched Babette’s Feast.  Not to mention Holy Week.

Whole Foods is a point of entry into a new version of American whiteness, one which leans on a pseudo recognition of diversity through sanitized food presentation. It offers a new order of “otherness” in which the other is a pleasant-looking piece of food, totally safe, and with a pedigree. Within the Whole Foods’ bubble we are turned instantly sophisticated, and the store becomes the place where we can self-indulge in notions of cosmopolitan openness to world products and political struggles. To buy an avocado “with a background” ends up, dangerously, filling the space of our urge for political awareness. The store did the math for us, as well as all the thinking, so we can “shop with confidence” and just relax.

The whole process does something rather particular: It creates the illusion of an “independent” understanding within the larger implications of corporate intervention in defining a food’s background. In establishing a perimeter of commercial values based on social responsibility, Whole Foods depoliticizes us. Worse, for those already sinking into the hybrid life of a world without politics, it offers a parachute, a sort of immunity: “I shop here so, by extension, I know a thing or two about social awareness.”

Whole Foods unavoidably widens the gap between people who have everything and people who have nothing: How can super expensive foods that look like an invention of Edward Weston’s camera - that the majority of the world cannot afford, or would laugh about - be synonymous with social responsibility? This is truly a modern enigma.

The recent situation with quinoa, the “hot” and “trendy” new grain that we are suddenly unable to live without - and without which we are suddenly missing essential nutrients to keep us alive - is case in point. Paola Flores, filing for the AP from La Paz, Bolivia, reports that “[t]he scramble to grow more (quinoa) is prompting Bolivian farmers to abandon traditional land management practices, endangering the fragile ecosystem of the arid highlands, agronomists say.” A quinoa emergency, then, at the bulk bins. A separate exposé published in the Guardian goes even further: “[T]here is an unpalatable truth to face for those of us with a bag of quinoa in the larder. The appetite of countries such as ours for this grain has pushed up prices to such an extent that poorer people in Peru and Bolivia, for whom it was once a nourishing staple food, can no longer afford to eat it. Imported junk food is cheaper. In Lima, quinoa now costs more than chicken.” Whether we blame vegans or hipsters or the organic food movement or a lack of appropriate trade regulations, the troubling truth about quinoa represents that repetitive drama between the West and rest in which our voracious consumption depletes yet another land and another people.

Whole Foods widens the gaps, and it does so in the most subtle and displacing manner, giving us an environment (the actually sanitized, spotless physical space) that is the embodiment of an elite (yet perceived as “open,” especially through the chain’s less pricey “360” product line) that finds itself at home within a soulless, sterilized experiences. The notion of gentrification has been surpassed, attaining the space of a perennial state of mind. This is where even an apple turns into an object/jewelry of desire, not of need, or at least of normality. In that sense, Whole Foods is simply the last piece in the long, familiar chain of shifting perceptions in neo-capitalistic societies that exploded after the Second World War, in which the creation and multiplication of desires is central to the self-preservation of the system.

"Shipwrecked in Whole Foods"

- neoliberal notions of “you are what you consume”

- consumptive whiteness- the notion of the sophisticated white, western consumer

(via sextus—empiricus)

This is a perfect example of one of those ideas that is too difficult to hear for anyone who actually needs to hear it, and I actually think that it would be better communicated through comedy. 

"That’s me! I totally do that / think like that!" said exactly no one upon reading this piece. I mean, I totally agree with everything stated in the above quote, but it seems a little self-serving because no one responds well to accusations like this, (especially white people when the concepts of whiteness and privilege are dragged into it, somewhat unnecessarily) and may even begin consciously forming opinions that run counter to the point that’s being made.

But if a comic got onstage and said “Hey, I’m a real socially conscious citizen of the world because I shop at Whole Foods,” everyone can laugh at the comic’s poorly-formed rationale or outright self-deprecation, and understand the point as something true and valid. Rather than having to deal with the psychological hurdle of responding to an accusation against themselves, (which demands an admission of guilt and a lifestyle change - a tall order) they’re allowed to begin sorting out their own cognitive dissonances mid-laugh.  

…I guess what I’m saying is that comedy is real important. 

(via andrewmcclain)

I’m with you on this.