Tue 12 Jun 2012
If you haven’t noticed, Grave Error has moved to graveerror.wordpress.com
We are still working on migrating all of the content from this site to the new one, and time will tell what final URL we will end up using. We’ll keep you posted.
In the meantime, you can follow us at graveerror.wordpress.com and enjoy the new look and feel.
Tue 20 Dec 2011
While I thought that getting any reading done during my first year of parenthood would be close to impossible, I have actually been able to take advantage of my commute to and from work and my son’s nap time on weekends to get quite a decent amount of reading done.
So in the end, 2011 has been a pretty good year for reading after all, more so considering that some of my favorite contemporary authors published new books this year. Here is what I have read in 2011:
Of course with the trial and tribulations of parenthood (and a day job as an attorney), I do not have the time to write a review of each of these, though I do wish I could. Nevertheless, let it be said that I would recommend all of them.
Fri 25 Nov 2011
I do apologize for not tending to Grave Error this past year. As I have mentioned already, I am quite busy these days between work and parenthood. Yet it is definitely a shame because not only do I write this blog for you — my loyal reader (no need to use the plural these days), but also because I (used to) write it as a diary to keep track of what’s going on in my life over time. And this last year has been an amazing year with plenty of major and trivial things to record. Hopefully, I will find some time to document some of this year’s special moments.
But as is tradition here at Grave Error, I did want to make a quick appearance to so mark the commencement of the Most Wonderful Time of the Year. And this year I hope will be even more special as it will be my first Christmas as father — that is, of the 39 Christmases I have already celebrated, it will be the first one I celebrate with my own family. I have already downloaded all of my favorite Christmas specials and am planning on decorating the house this weekend. Tomorrow, I will start the day off with my favorite holiday tunes.
So let the Season begin!
Mon 4 Jul 2011
Living abroad for so many years, often times than naught, the unique all American holidays come and go with almost no fanfare. Days like Thanksgiving, Martin Luther King Jr.’s Birthday and the Fourth of July. Today I only realized that it was the Fourth of July after coming across the following headline, “Petraeus Marks July 4 with Troops in Afghanistan”.
I clicked on the link and read what I had expected of the nation’s favorite warrior-turning-politician to so cynically spew to our troops in Afghanistan,
“I cannot say how impressive your action is,” he said. “It is the most meaningful display of patriotism possible.”
Unlike the General — who can do no wrong because he is a general — I have always loved the Fourth of July, not for the barbecues, cold beer, fireworks (though as a kid, I loved how my grandmother would light sparklers for us and let us hold them), or flag displays, but for the perfect text of the Declaration of Independence, signed … you guessed it, on the Fourth of July.
The Declaration of Independence is the covenant par excellence setting forth the relationship between a people and their government upon which all modern democracies exist. I know of no better expression of the natural law of nations. It is the true birth of republicanism.
So how do we marry the “most meaningful display of patriotism possible” with the occupation of a foreign people, unforgivable quantities of civilian collateral deaths resulting therefrom, and the criminalization of all resistance to that occupation with the Fourth of July – our American celebration of the expression of a people’s will to self-governance and the desire for divorce from the foreign power that mandates from afar?
Instead of celebrating independence through occupation, a greater display of patriotism would be to read the Declaration of Independence on its birth day and demand that your government lives up to its spirit at home, not abuse it abroad: (more…)
Tue 28 Jun 2011
Don’t mean to be a hater here, but this picture says so much about the present and the future of the Church. As it is not really my religion to critique, I will leave it up to Catholics to editorialize.
Wed 20 Apr 2011
Now after little over three months of being a father, I would think that what I missed the most from my pre-parenthood days would be alone-time and sleep. But actually what I miss the most are (in no particular order):
In a sense, I have learned to compensate for each. For example, instead of writing in Grave Error, I have followed the Twitter trend (btw, follow me) . Just as “video killed the radio star”, Twitter has killed blogging (which previously killed journalism). Now I tweet what I used to blog, just in a dozen words.
While I no longer have any justifiable excuse to lay in bed and read a book (or the news for that matter) instead of sharing the parental responsibilities of an infant, I have learned to do all of my reading almost entirely on my metro commute to and from work, at the expense of listening to podcasts. Surprisingly for only a 30 minute commute, in just three months, I have already finished Jonathan Frazen’s Freedom, Ryu Murakami’s 69, Colm Toibin’s Brooklyn, and believe it or not, Tolstoy’s War and Peace! And I am about to finish Rafael Yglesia’s A Happy Marriage. Not bad. Meanwhile, my consumption of other written media has been relegated to merely previewing what others post on Twitter.
Finally, with regards to Jazz, unfortunately, my baby’s ears are simply not ready yet for the angular sounds of Coltrane, Monk and Dolphy. Nonetheless, with his confusing daily exposure to Arabic, English, French and Spanish along with his multiple nationalities, I am forcefeeding my boy healthy doses of that other great and uniquely American, American music genre: Motown and old school R&B. He gets lots of Diana Ross and the Supremes, Smokey Robinson, Stevie Wonder, Curtis Mayfield, and others. His favorite songs, I have decided, are “People Get Ready”, “Me and Mrs. Jones”, and “Where Did Our Love Go”. Almost every Motown song that exists seems to have the word “baby” in the lyrics, making singing them to him appropriate at almost any time.
But regardless of those three sacrifices, I more than delighted with the lack of mobility that parenthood has forced on mommy and daddy — meaning no more weekend commutes to and from Paris. And, of course, there is my favorite substitute past time — when not changing diapers and soothing a crying baby — seen in the photo above (though now at three months he barely fits anymore).
Fri 28 Jan 2011
Sorry to have been hiding here for the past few weeks, but I just had a baby and have some obviously more pressing matters to attend to.I’ll to get back up and blogging as soon as possible.
Mon 27 Dec 2010
Is blogging dead? Bloggers, including myself, just don’t seem to be writing as much and readers have definitely followed suit by reading less. This is probably due to two factors: over-saturation in the so-called blogosphere and the briefer, less time consuming tweet. As a matter of fact, most of my friends who were big bloggers four or five years ago have almost all abandoned the practice in favor of the lazier tweet.
So now other than the blogs of Glenn Greenwald and Paul Krugman, there is not much out there that I turn to for news and analysis. Nevertheless, I do have a few friends who are still writing interesting blogs. For example, one of my favorite reads these days is Rice and Coca-Cola by my friend Martina.
Martina recently decided to quit her job and travel around the world, almost entirely on her own. She left a few months ago from her native Sweden and has already covered Algeria, Mali, Senegal, Gambia, Rwanda, Tanzania, Malawi, South Africa, Swaziland, Madagascar, Nepal, and has now just landed in India. She still has South East Asia, Australia, and South America left. While the idea of a trip-around-the-world-blog may seem a touch cliché, Martina has turned out to be a very good writer. Furthermore, I thoroughly enjoy her writing, learn vicariously from her adventures, and eagerly look forward to being updated on her whereabouts. I only wish there were more gratuitous stories of sex, lies, deceit and gnashing of teeth.
Start from the beginning and give Rice and Coca-Cola a try.
Mon 27 Dec 2010
Here in Spain everyone celebrates the Christmas Season all the way up until the Epiphany on January 6th. Nevertheless, instead of letting Christmas drag on, I strictly follow the day-after-Thanksgiving to December 25th schedule. So while I will keep the Christmas decorations up until January 1st (maybe even until January 6th if my wife gets her way), starting yesterday, December 26th, there is no more Christmas music until Black Friday 2011.
As a result, for the past two days I have been listening to a random selection of my favorite Jazz piano trios (piano, bass and drums), a good transitional genre for what’s left of the holiday spirit: Ahmad Jamal, Andrew Hill, Barry Harris, Bill Evans, Bobby Timmons, Brad Medlhau, Bud Powell, Cecil Taylor, Chick Corea, Duke Ellington, Herbie Hancock, Herbie Nichols, Horace Silver, Jaki Byard, Kenny Kenny Drew, Kenny Drew Jr., McCoy Tyner, Oscar Peterson, Phineas Newborn Jr., Red Garland, Sonny Clark, Thelonious Monk, Tommy Flanagan, and Wynton Kelly.
And of these, Herbie Nichols always surprises me both because of his virtuosity and lack of notoriety. For anyone interested in Jazz piano, I definitely recommend Herbie Nichols’ The Complete Blue Note Recordings (with Al McKibbon or Teddy Kotick on bass and Art Blakey or Max Roach on drums).
As a farewell note to my favorite Christmas tunes, I would like to recognize the perpetual greatness of Vince Guaraldi’s A Charlie Brown Christmas (also a piano trio album). They just don’t make music like that any more. And a special mention goes to the quasi-Christmas song “The River” from Herbie Hancock’s 2007 Joni Mitchell tribute album with vocalist Corinne Bailey Rae. Although I don’t ice skate, I do love the imagery from the song: a long frozen river to fly away on . . .
Sun 19 Dec 2010
After almost four years of commuting back and forth between Madrid and Paris – with 27 round trip flights in 2010 alone, not including the ones my wife took to Madrid this year – it looks like we have finally settled on and in Madrid.
Weather and an air controllers’ strike came close but ultimately were not enough to delay our move to Madrid.
Here are a few photos from our neighborhood in Paris.
