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It's Okay to Come Out of Your Shell
Whoa... I haven't been to the official Tortoise website in a looooong time. I am currently checking out Tortoise Radio, which is something I would have done with Hypernode had we been more of a band and less a collection of dreamers. Unlike Isis' radio outlet on their website, Tortoise have set up the Tortoise Player which seems to play anything but Tortoise. Grindcore and death metal, Miles Davis, Art Ensemle of Chicago, Van Dyke Parks, GZA/Genius and Morton Subotnik - a mixed bag to be sure. Check it out, but you will need Quicktime and have to run Active X.
A History of Murder
A school teacher has been murdered in my area. Manjit Panghali was a popular Grade 1 teacher and a pregnant mother of three. She had been abducted and her burned body was just found down by the Fraser River. A friend of the family who was in the RCMP through the 70's and 80's had told us about how the burned bodies of East Indian women had been turning up on the rivershores of the Fraser for a long time - he would know as he had to examine the bodies. I have always found it odd how BC's sensation happy media has chosen to ignore these murders in the past.
As I recall, no one thought of these murders as serial murders. There was an assumption that these women had done something that was shaming to the family and were punished accordingly. I am not an expert of Sikh culture, but I would like to think that homocide is as much a taboo in that culture as it is in ours. However, there have been examples in the past of how certain members of that culture (and others, such as one Croatian family from few years back) do view homocide as legitmate course of action in instances of disgrace and shame.
It makes me wonder if the media had reported these deaths would this woman have met with such a gruesome end? Was this a cultural murder or someone, an outsider, using a little discussed modus operandi to cover his or her tracks? My sorrows and regrets to the family, colleagues amd students of Mrs. Panghali. May the murderer be caught soon.
I am feeling stiffled these days - artistically frustrated. I have been hammering out story ideas and may have struck upon one that could work. However, I really need to get a bass and play again. I need to pick up my Godin from an old friend who has apparently decided to stay out of touch and trade it in to Long and McQuade (with some cash on top) for a bass. I have an idea for recording but just need something to work the ideas out on to. I also need to paint. I need to hold my brushed and pallette knives in my hand, working on a canvas. I dunno, I feel like half a person.