A very young and glorious: Bela Lugosi, circa 1920s.
One factor that makes interaction between multi-ethnic groups of women difficult and sometimes impossible is our failure to recognize that a behaviour pattern in one culture may be unacceptable in another, that is may have different signification cross-culturally … I have learned the importance of learning what we called one another’s cultural codes.
An Asian American student of Japanese heritage explained her reluctance to participate in feminist organizations by calling attention to the tendency among feminist activists to speak rapidly without pause, to be quick on the uptake, always ready with a response. She had been raised to pause and think before speaking, to consider the impact of one’s words, a characteristic that she felt was particularly true of Asian Americans. She expressed feelings of inadequacy on the various occasions she was present in feminist groups. In our class, we learned to allow pauses and appreciate them. By sharing this cultural code, we created an atmosphere in the classroom that allowed for different communication patterns.
This particular class was peopled primarily by black women. Several white women students complained that the atmosphere was “too hostile.” They cited the noise level and direct confrontations that took place in the room prior to class as an example of this hostility. Our response was to explain that what they perceived as hostility and aggression, we considered playful teasing and affectionate expressions of our pleasure at being together. Our tendency to talk loudly we saw as a consequence of being in a room with many people speaking, as well as of cultural background: many of us were raised in families where individuals speak loudly. In their upbringings as white, middle-class females, the complaining students had been taught to identify loud and direct speech with anger. We explained that we did not identify loud or blunt speech in this way, and encourage them to switch codes, to think of it as an affirming gesture. Once they switched codes, they not only began to have a more creative, joyful experience in the class, but they also learned that silence and quiet speech can in some cultures indicate hostility and aggression. By learning one another’s cultural codes and respecting our differences, we felt a sense of community, of Sisterhood. Representing diversity does not mean uniformity or sameness.”
Manila submerged. Please signal boost, along with the emergency hotlines and donation links:
PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THE FUCK OUT OF THIS.
Several of my country men and women are chest-deep in flood because of Typhoon Maring’s (international name: Trami) relentless rains. The sun hasn’t come out for days in Metro Manila and we need your help.
FOR FILIPINOS AFFECTED BY THE WEATHER, IF YOU NEED HELP OR KNOW ANYONE WHO NEEDS HELP, CONTACT THE FOLLOWING:
- National Disaster and Risk Reduction and Management Council (NDRRMC) hotlines: (02) 911-1406, (02) 912-2665, (02) 912-5668, (02) 911-1873
- Red Cross hotline: 143, (02) 527-0000, (02) 527-8385 to 95
- DSWD: (632)931-81-01 to 07, local 426 (Disaster Response Unit); (02) 951-7119
- PAGASA: 433-8526
- NDRRMC: 911-1406
- MMDA Flood Control: 882-4177
- PNP: 117
- Philippine Cost Guard: 527-6136
- Philippine Red Cross: 911-1876
- Bureau of Fire Protection: 729-5166
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I love Promethea for so many reasons. Art, story telling, philosophy, points of view, and the sheer education it delivers.
I’ve been trying to read Promethea for years now. The library didn’t have all the TPBs, then a friend had the single issues but was missing a handful from the middle.
I finally finished reading Promethea today, and it has meant so much to me on a number of levels.
I will miss you, too, Promethea. But as you said, you and me are forever.
Elvis died 36 years ago today (or did he???). I’ve been wanting to write about this place for, I don’t know, a few years but I’ll let American Guide tell you about it because I am a lazy procrastinator who actually hasn’t even been to the original Graceland (one day I’ll fix that mistake). What fascinates me about Paul MacLeod’s version is the fact it’s like a convenient store for Elvis fanatics, open 24/7…365 days a year.
WHERE ELVIS NEVER SLEEPS - HOLLY SPRINGS, MISSISSIPPI
A milestone for a normal person might be getting married or having a kid. For me, it’s becoming a lifetime member at Graceland Too in Holly Springs, Mississippi.
Approximately 50 miles from the real Graceland, in the heart of downtown Holly Springs, sits Paul MacLeod’s Graceland Too. He repeatedly touts that his goal is to resemble Graceland, not copy it; and for only $5 anyone, AT ANY TIME (24 hours a day even), can take a tour of Paul’s house. Paul says it’s been visited by over 500,000 people, including many famous actors with the most recent being Ashton Kutcher. (Although I’m fairly certain that’s the same sentence he told me when I last visited over 4 years ago). If you can believe it, Muhammad Ali has been three times as well as Steven Seagal.
If Graceland were on acid it might resemble Graceland Too. Paul is the most extreme Elvis fanatic in the world. I could say this with the utmost of confidence even if I had no idea who Elvis was.
Who else has a closet filled with thousands of Reader’s Digests with paper clips bound on each page where Elvis is mentioned? A notebook with hundreds of TV scripts—each only special because Elvis was spoken of? (I opened a Full House script where lovable Uncle Jesse was Elvis for Halloween.)
Paul has over 32,000 notes about Elvis being mentioned on TV. That’s nothing if you’ve seen his backyard: it’s been completely transformed into “Jailhouse Rock”—how Paul sees “Jailhouse Rock”—a visitor favorite being the electric chair.
Paul is an elusive guy. He’ll explain at the beginning of every tour how he found $750,000 in the trunk of his Cadillac (he seems to find lots of money) and decided to follow his dream of collecting Elvis memorabilia. He was married and had a son, Elvis Aaron Presley MacLeod. His wife gave him an ultimatum: Her or Elvis, so he gave the Misses “a million dollars” and told her to hit the road.
Being my third visit, I got to take my photo with a pink guitar, belt and leather jacket in front of Paul’s Elvis shrine. I also recieved my own lifetime membership card to Graceland Too. Each visit is now free for me. (Paul said if I lose the card it will cost me $5, which sounds fair enough.)
Every lifetime member’s photo goes up on Paul’s wall. I’m up there now, too
“Dreams Come True At Graceland Too” — Paul MacLeod
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Tennessee State Guide Lindsay Scott is an East Nashville based photographer, writer, drinker and ponderer. You can find her on any random night, porch sitting with a side of story telling and a camera in hand. Follow her on Tumblr at lindsayscottphotography.tumblr.com or on her website, lindsayscottphoto.com.
Ah, memories. Slightly unsettling memories…
ca. 1896, “The Elephant, So. Atlantic City, N.J.,” by Carraine and Sligo (Chromolithograph mounted on board, 8 3/8 x 11 7/8”, acc. no. 1986.014.002)
Standing six stories tall, a wooden and tin Asiatic elephant is James V. Lafferty’s architectural legacy. Located in what is now Margate City, N.J., just south of Atlantic City, the building has as much of a New Jersey identity as a Philadelphia one.
In 1882, James Lafferty was granted a patent by the U.S. patent office (view here) and began construction on an elephant shaped building with a view from which he intended to sell real estate. Philadelphia architect William Free was contracted to design the building, then dubbed “The Elephant Bazaar.” The elephant immediately became a tourist destination and began appearing on postcards and advertisements promoting Atlantic City. This card is among the ephemera from the early elephant fervor that swept New Jersey. By 1902, the structure was owned by Philadelphian Anton Gertzen, and despite having tusks to distinguish the elephant as male, it was named “Lucy the Elephant” by Gertzen’s daughter-in-law Sophia. The title Lucy has since stuck, and she survives today as a National Historic Landmark to boot.
I didn’t realize the Margate elephant was still around. Future trip destination noted!
Just finished up a Tumblr icon for a friend!
Talented child o’ mine is talented.