Thursday, April 06, 2006

The Bookworm

OK, I confess, I am a bookworm.

I've always been one. And yes, it's true that children really do read at night by flashight under the covers -or at least I did. One of my earliest memories is of "reading" one of my mother's books - I could make out just a few words on each page (probably "the" "and" and "a") but oh, what a thrill...

Although I read constantly, I rarely write about what I read. But Malcolm's Gladwell's The Tipping Point recently caught my attention. The basic premise of the book is that much about social change can be viewed through the lens of an epidemic. He writes that epidemics have three traits - contagiousness, little causes which have big effects, and that changes happen all at once, not gradually. The place where everything changes all at once is called the tipping point.

He explores the tipping point of word-of-mouth social epidemics - which he considers the most important form of human communication - using examples from the midnight ride of Paul Revere to the Hush Puppy fad in the late 1990s (who kenw?) to the company that makes Gor-Tex, to Sesame Street to the decline of crime in NYC.

I liked Paul Revere analogy the best - a piece of extrodinary news traveled a long distance in a very short period of time mobilizing an entire region to arms. What I hadn't known was there was another rider, William Dawes who who rode south and west instead of north and west with the same message. But Dawes message didn't get out, and the British forces weren't met by American revolutionaries.

Gladwell says that the reason is that Dawes didn't have the kind of social gifts that Revere had, so the news he carried didn't "tip."

He proposes three archtypes

Connectors - who know lots of people and have a gift for bringing people together

Mavens - who know a lot about particular subjects, and like to help people

Salespeople - who have the skills to persuade the unconvinced

and makes a case that since Revere was a connector type, he was able to succeed where Dawes didn't. They rode the same distance at the same time with the same news. Even though Revere only (ok, "only") rode 13 miles, the news travelled overnight as far as Worcester, because it spread like a virus - those who Revere informed in turn informed others who in turn informed others... So when the British marched toward Lexington they met resistance all along the west on the route
Revere travelled. On the other - Dawson's - so few fought the following day that historians speculated that the area was pro-British area. But it wasn't, they just hadn't gotten the news.

Anyway, that's the book recommendation for today. The writing in The Tipping Point is much better than in his more recent work, Blink!. I've followed Gladwell's for many years now - primarily in the New Yorker - and in the summer of 2003 even had some email correspondance with him when he was looking for information about the discrimation faced by many orchestral women brass players). I passed along quite a few contacts, and was happy to see that he included Abbie Conant's story as a short chapter at the very end of Blink.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

This pit is the pits

"One touch of nature makes the whole world kin."
William Shakespeare



And so it was with our community garden, back when we had a community garden - an oasis drawing strangers and neighbors (sometimes these are the same) together to ooh and ahh and just plain admire. One week there was a bakesale for the garden, the next week it was gone, and since then it's been empty.

Now, a year later "they're" starting to do something with the lot. Just what, I dunno...while zoned for residential use, it's a very small lot, irregulary shaped, and on a hill. Rumor has it that it was too difficult to find a buyer when the garden was there - who would want to take on that battle? So the garden was destroyed - literally overnight - and then the property sold relatively quickly. I've heard that it will be: a condo, with parking underneath; a medical building (???); and a parking lot.

I'd often imaged buying up the lot and designing a home: three stories, with a large open bottom floor as a studio space and for rehearsals, and then living areas up above - one floor for me, and one floor for my uncle, each cut back for a large terrace. But even in my dreams I could never have displaced the garden.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Hell

Last night I went to Hell (the opera, that is, running at PS 122 through April 9th). Juliana Snapper (below)

was singing the Poet and it's worth the evening just to hear her sing one line of the libretto: about an artist's power to connect - one to another, one to many, many to one - and the courage and openness it takes to do just that ( "..."a person stands in their body...breathing..." ). I'd first met Juliana when she invited me to perform at Teknika Radica's Powering Up, Powering Down conference in San Diego in January 2004 - which is still the best conference I've attended or performed at. Kudos to that collective/collection of grad students, they pulled off what most of academia doesn't.