Friday, December 14, 2007

Khaled Hossieni at the Herbst

First, the pick:
Khaled Hosseini speaks at the Herbst Theatre on Thursday 12/14.

If you'll indulge me, I really feel like this is one of my better written picks. I spent a lot of time on this one (re: a few days ago) and I think the finished piece reflected the work I put into it. Granted, it was 280-words...not exactly a expose or anything. But I'll take it, especially since the Team Sleep pick was not published, for whatever reason. Oh well.

On to the actual conversation. I could not wait for KQED to rebroadcast these lectures, so I figured I would bootleg my own, mono sound and all.

Caille Millner is an editorial writer for the San Francisco Chronicle, and while her writing has garnered her accolades, I felt she forced the interview. Her introduction seemed rather dry; there was no mention of Hosseini being named Humanitarian of the Year last year by the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees.

Moreover, with her first question, she broke one of the most important rules in interviewing: always make your subject feel comfortable. It was one of the central points in research methods and journalism courses I took, and besides that, it is common courtesy. Instead, Millner took this route:

Millner: "Now, the film version of The Kite Runner opens tomorrow. And there's been great controversy over the film..."

Hosseini: (inaudible)
I think he says something to the effect of "Oh, that's how we're going to start."

(Audience laughter)

Millner: "That's how we're going to start. Particularly...(inaudible)...concerning this one scene that relates to the rape of Hassan...(inauduble...might have been "one of the characters in the film")...What do you think about this?"

Yeah, the recording's kind of bad, but the point is that Millner immediately leaps to the question of the rape scene in Hosseini's The Kite Runner and the controversy over its film portrayal. I understand Millner's approach, which is that she's trying to ask a germane question. This is an important question here, and one where Hosseini could provide a lot of insight, but it also holds deep emotional and social ramifications here. Professors always taught me with interviews that you must establish a rapport with a respondent, that you have to establish some sort of trust. Once trust (or some sort of quasi-relationship) is established, then the hard-hitting questions can come out. To throw the the very big concept of rape out there not only complicates the interview from the beginning, it tarnishes any chance of establishing rapport. Even Hosseini acknowledged the awkwardness of the opening with his light-hearted interjection that got the audience chuckling.

I cannot quite make out all of Hosseini's response, but he answered the question thoroughly and emphasized that the "kids were never hurt" in the scene, that the portrayal was just a portrayal, that the actors involved are safe. The question still set an uneasy tone for the conversation that never really subsided.

If I had to do the interview, I would have asked about his childhood in Kabul, how he got into writing (an audience member asked him this later), and what immigrating to the US was like. Get him talking, then ask more thematic related inquires about his work, his books, his characters, etc.

I got to ask my question:
"First off I would like to thank you for coming in. As a young writer I was hoping to gleam some more advice. You mentioned earlier about writing based upon your experiences. You can't write in a vaccuum. You have to be grounded in your own reality. I was hoping if you could give some further advice, perhaps on how you get through writer's block, how you develop your characters...how does writing come to you?"
(?) = inaudible or indecipherable
Hosseini: "For me it's always been a process of trial and error, of testing things, of the fact that when I sit down to write a first draft, that's it's going to be a miserable failure. And you have to accept that it's a necessary failure, because it will lead somewhere. And that I have to put down all these other tasks until (?)...and not be discouraged by the fact that 1700-pages of (writing?) something turns out to be a dead end. You have to accept that that is a necessary part of what it takes to build a manuscript.

You know, I meet a lot of aspiring writers now on the road. And a lot of them, well, not a lot, but many of them...it turns out that they are not really writing...(?) It kinds of goes without saying (?) but in order to be a writer, you really have to write. You have to write all the time. It's just one of...you really have to do it, especially if you're writing a novel. Once you hit that 50-page mark, it really becomes cumbersome because the romance of having started (this project?) is over. And now you're kind of in the blue collar section. You have to show up there, you have to punch in the clock, you have to sit down, and you have to do it. And just not get discouraged."

Real encouraging, haha. Basically, sit down and do it.

At the end of the discussion, I met Brenden Salmon, who is associate producer of City Arts & Lectures. He was actually the person handing out the mics for the audience participation segment, and he was a charming fellow who catered to pesky audience members like myself. It must be tough running around the theatre and coordinating question-taking with another fellow mic-person, but Brenden did a good job.

Now to research picks for the next couple of weeks...

Sunday, December 9, 2007

For a limited time only!

I'm on the San Francisco Jazz Festival website! My preview on Chava Alberstein has been quoted. I feel awesome. I'm looking forward to the show tonight.

On another note, I erased half of my notes from the Treasure Island Music Festival. No more bootlegged recordings of Thievery Corporation, Gotan Project, DJ Shadow and Cut Chemist. No more interviews with Thievery or Au Revoir Simone. ARRRRRGGGGH. Must learn how to use recorders correctly. Truly frustrating seeing as I had two of my first interviews with musical acts ever. Then, Gotan only threw down the greatest breakdown I have ever heard live on Triptico. But I'm determined to look past it and see this as an opportunity to record more great stuff. And to learn how to use digital recorders.

More apps finished last night after skipping out on the Prefuse 73 show...which sounded like it would be an awesome show, based on the cuts I've heard...I need to start thinking long-term here, especially since I've renewed my look towards a journalistic job...

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Why Why Why

Some Guardian clips:

Israeli singer Chava Alberstein performs at the Herbst.

I get 1/5 of the RZA pick.

I just sent it my weekly picks for the Guardian for the week of December 12-18. One is a regular 100-worder for Sunday the 16th for a band named Team Sleep. The other is a 250-word whopper (well, I submitted 280! D'oh!) on writer and advocate Khaled Hosseini. He wrote The Kite Runner and most recently A Thousand Splendid Suns. I got assigned the piece at about 4:30 yesterday. I read the e-mail sometime around 5:45. I bought the book at 6, read for about 40 minutes, ate dinner, read for an hour and a half, went home, dawdled for a couple of hours, then spent 11:30-3:30 finishing the novel. The book was really good. How good? Well, you'll have to read the pick for yourself, next Wednesday. The point is, for the last 14 hours, except for sleep between 7-10AM, I have either been:

1) reading A Thousand Sleeping Suns
2) listening to Team Sleep on YouTube or Myspace
3) writing about Team Sleep
4) writing about Khaled Hosseini.

I really love how writing comes (or doesn't come) together in some weird late night session, but I really hate how it makes me feel afterwards.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Back into the swing of things...

It's been a long time coming, and rather than type out a lot of the updates going on, I've written them down. I like the texture of writing, the tangibility of pen in hand, ink on paper. There is so much going on with blogs and design and animation which is stunning and amazing in its own right. But transcribing text electronically still doesn't beat writing by hand.

What's been going on?
San Francisco Bay Guardian picks last week:

Frank McCourt
at the Commonwealth Club in San Francisco.

Eric Schlosser
at the Herbst Theatre, benefiting 526 Valencia.

Frank McCourt proved a sharp and witty mind, slightly sarcastic, outspoken, upfront. Teaching kids in inner-city New York would probably drag down even the cheeriest of souls, but McCourt managed to hang in there for 20 years. He was personable throughout the interview and the book signing, undoubtedly a practiced hand at these sorts of events. His advice to young writers? "Scribble." McCourt apparently used his own scrawled notes over a number of journals for the source material of many of his works, most notably Angela's Ashes. The tangibility and maneuverability of ink prevails over the clunkiness of electronics!

Eric Schlosser impressed me not only through his work and credentials, but more so through his demeanor. Erudite and opinionated, yet soft-spoken and self-effacing, Schlosser represented a lot of what I hope to be, both career- and person-wise. Former UC Berkeley Dean of Journalism Orville Schell mediated, an excellent choice for the conversation. Schell has his own journalistically-loaded CV, and you could tell the two had a great deal of respect for each other. One of the highlights of the program took place when Schlosser turned the tables on Schell and began asking him questions, turning the program into an organic discussion, a meeting of minds. I could go on and on and on, but I would simply sprawl into next week with my material. I will say this - I got the last audience question for the night: "What advice do you have for young readers? And if both of you could address the question... (I also whimpered "thanks" as the micperson started backing away from me)"

Both Schlosser and Schell converged in their advice: Be passionate about what you do. It was great to see them address me directly, despite me being locked in the corner seat of the balcony way high up. Something clicked in the way both distinguished men addressed me; whether these are self-made delusions of grandeur remain to be seen. I am interested to hear the dialogue when it comes out.

Anyway, 3 AM as I typed this, but I needed to start typing on this lovely blog again. The fuel for keeping me going?

This group from Japan called Soil & "Pimp" Sessions has a
jam session
on DJ and music aficionado Gilles Peterson's website. I really cannot stop listening to this stuff. "Aggressive alternative jazz" is what the band's MySpace says; I suppose that's as good a summary as any.

An excerpt from Jon Stewart on "Bill Moyers Journal"


I discovered this as an audio podcast on iTunes...and am glad I found it on video. This is the part where Stewart and Moyers discuss Stewart's interview of Senator John McCain (R-Ariz), really insightful in regards to the conservative ideological agenda. Look for Moyers' slip up at 6:09...particularly telling. I'd recommend the full audio podcast (or viewing it on YouTube) for a stirring conversation on politics and proof on how lucid and intelligent the "Daily Show" anchor really is.

And of course, a little humor in
Conan and Chuck Norris


"...that make me stupid...and you a whore." Classic! Thanks to Sofie for the heads up...

Friday, October 12, 2007

Clips!

This week in the Guardian,

Techno and Dubstep DJs match wits at Surefire v. Kontrol for Saturday, 10/13 at Temple nightclub.

Commentary: I have to say, I'm glad I experimented with this blurb. The idea of different styles collaborating while clashing made the whole family metaphor easy to chew, a little harder to digest. I think I made it work though.

Religion writer Don Lattin for Tuesday, 10/16, at the Booksmith.


Last week...


I had my first set of news blurbs in San Francisco Downtown Magazine.

I previewed the lyrical bout between B-Legit and Planet Asia at Fat City.

Unfortunately, my preview for Ulrich Schnauss did not make print because the show at Cafe du Nord was already sold out. No point in printing a pick if people cannot buy tickets to the event, but I was still slightly annoyed that I put in some thought and effort into a 100-word blurb only for it to go to waste.

Here's what it might have looked like:

Wednesday October 3
Ulrich Schnauss

Forays into ambient electronic music are difficult. Stray too much towards spacy, roaming melodies and soft percussion and the end result becomes more yoga mixtape than listening experience (no offense to my yoga-ficionados). German producer Ulrich Schnauss has leaned towards that direction on previous releases, but latest album Goodbye (Domino) suggests a departure. Schnauss weaves his signature atmospheric sound with rock riffs and guest vocals, including the melancholic tones of collaborator Judith Beck. On highlight cut "Stars," Schnauss relies on Beck's ambiguous intonations to power the track rather than a typical, elongated buildup. (Kevin Lee)

With the Fleeting Joys and Manual

9:30 p.m.
Café du Nord
2174 Market
(415) 861-5016
http://www.cafedunord.com
$12 advance tickets, $15 at the door

Ah, the lost blurb.


Two weeks before...

Love was in the air, and I took a glimpse at perhaps the largest electronic music event in San Francisco.

Eclectic and irreverent hip-hop duo Dead Prez sauntered into the Bay Area, hoping to move heads and hearts with their contentious and provocative rhymes.

Monday, September 24, 2007

A Great Weekend

It's amazing how much a few days will recharge the batteries, even if you're physically fatigued, just because of all of the people you saw, all of the conversations spoken, all of the habits observed and lessons learned.

Thursday I had an unexpected 3-hour long conversation over sushi at local spot Joshu-ya. Friday I had a delicious German dinner over at Schnitzelhausin SOMA with Ryne, Ian, and Karl. I had 2 half-liters of this most delicious beer ever, Oktoberfest, apple cider with a bite. So sweet, so smooth, so easy to get drunk on. I ordered the wiener schnitzel, a platter of fried meat with potatoes and some kind of fruit-flavored sauerkraut. Somehow, my friends and I managed to trek to the Mezzanine to dance crazily to Simian Mobile Disco , which was not the most rational decision, because I had work at 8 AM at the Cal Student Store. After hopping and head-banging to some crazy beats and breakdowns, I hitched a ride home and nabbed 4 hours of sleep.

With the help of a cafe mocha, I got through a busy football day at the Cal Student Store (fans come in on game day, so it's our busy time), and welcomed in Saturday night. Sofia and I went to the Outback Steakhouse in Pinole. She had the New York Strip (juicy and tender), I had the Rack of Lamb (a little too stringy for my tastes), then we both took in the sight of the Chocolate Thunder from Down Under, this massive chocolate cake with a gob of ice cream and a gob of whipped cream stacked on top. Truly a dessert for the gods. We later took in the cool jazz sounds and boardgame vibe over at the Albatross on San Pablo Ave, where we engaged in a little interactive Scrabble.

Sunday, I went to a picnic over near Lake Anza at Tilden Park, where Marlo, Elba, Rebecca and I ate some bean-and-ham sandwiches (sounds weird, tastes great) and played a hilarious game of touch football. Nobody could keep their footing because of the slippery mud, and people just kept on falling. You had to be there. I rushed home, grabbed my roommate's golf clubs for some lessons at the range over at Tilden Golf Course, a little east of Berkeley. Started with the 5-iron, hit ok, went to 7-iron, hit more precisely, transitioned to 6-iron, started to get a feel for the whole backswing thing. Then I went with the driver, and there is something strangely empowering and manly about turning your hips and demanding every erg of energy into that small white sphere, that sheer exhilaration when that metal club meets that dinky thing, and KA-POW...you launch that missile into space. Of course, I was totally incapable of truly harnessing such power; my ball swerved right every time. But still, out of all of the clubs, the driver gave me the greatest satisfaction....accuracy be damned!

This was a deliciously packed four days of movement and action. There comes that question in an interview: "If you had a week to do whatever you wanted, what would you do?" I've already had four of those days. The next three would probably be:

1) Tennis at Wimbledon, followed by watching an Arsenal football match.
2) Rock-climbing, taking in the sunset at the top.
3) Scuba-diving, followed by some more clubbing.

...or something action-packed like that.

I mean, I'm on a roll. Last weekend was Treasure Island Music Festival. This weekend, all sorts of crap. Next weekend is San Francisco LoveFest. Life's good right now.

Friday, August 31, 2007

Wednesdays and Fridays are my weekend

"The experimentation with downward social mobility continues." That is a really shallow and arrogant way of starting an entry, but it was the first thing to come to mind. I don't mean to be arrogant with respect to those who work hard to move up (or stay afloat). You can read my whole mobility quandary in the entry before, but I mean that opening sentence in the least offensive way possible.

I still work close to full-time hours at my current position, and it's nice to see faces I haven't seen, play a little catch-up. It's a bit of a grind, where everything becomes routine: Greeting, Ask Questions, Make Conversation, Type in some stuff, Goodbyes. It becomes standardized, automatic.

So I really enjoy it when a thoroughly organic conversation arises. I ask people about their apparel, their books, their first week back, usually standard conversation-openers. But then, every now and then, a stimulating exchange occurs and for a brief minute, I'm reminded of the spontaneity of dialogue.

(Random intermission: Blogger apparently does not recognize "dialogue" as a word because whenever I type it in, the red squiggly lines that indicate a misspelling appear. Which is ironic because...well, isn't the point of blogs to increase dialogue? To foment exchange among individuals?)

I feel more confident as a result of this job, partly because of the fulfillment derived from any sort of positive production (money), but also because of the unique satisfaction I gain from this particular job, where I have to constantly interact with people and challenge myself, put myself out there. It's really a great mini-ethnography, where you observe people, pick up hints, and take into account everything. Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong, but it's strangely stimulating...if I'm not too much in "computer mode" where I automatically regurgitate lines, usually at the end of the day when I'm on a blood-sugar low.

Sigh, a strong part of me feels like I'd ALMOST take this job for free, just from all of the social cues and interaction and experience I am gaining (and probably should have gained five years ago) but I'm definitely in this for the money, and I just got my first paycheck, so I am happy about that.

Wednesdays and Fridays are my only days off, so I want to do some work then, but I just end up lazing about because I want to recharge my batteries. But I have an internship with a magazine coming up! Which...well, takes up my Wednesdays and Fridays. So I could be going 9:30-5:30 every day. This could get interesting...

The more career-oriented job hunt goes on. I have an interview next week which I'm excited about, and I have a couple of places whom I'm still waiting to hear from. I still have AsianWeek and Hyphen articles in the work, and I'm still doing stuff for the SFBG.

Clips for this week's issue of the Guardian, which includes previews of Keak da Sneak, Doin' It In The Park, and DJ Funk. I'm excited about DJ Funk, a Sunday show, I'm going to see if I can make it to the other events, but I still have some typing to do, and I still have Cal v. Tennessee to attend. Packed Labor Day weekend ahead.


Until next time...