Wednesday, September 5, 2007

A Culture of Naming

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/05/world/americas 05venez.htmlex=1346731200&en=6222065fbe8a30e8&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink

This NYT article, among the most emailed for at least a week, was popular with my circle as well. The friend that originally shared the article (thereby making my day) astutely observed that "this has potentially disastrous implications for future Miss Universe pageants." And is she ever right. I should know, since I have a life-time of watching Miss Universe as a family event, later arranging elaborate 3-way calls cross country or staccato bursts of bitchery dialed in to my sister or mom or friend during the commercial breaks, I finally began what will be annual group viewings of this most important cultural event of the year (though Eurovision is up there too) at my place, but guests must come clad in their national costumes. (don't get me started on the exquisite elegance of the Venezuelan liqui-liqui which even if it were not divine to look at, the name alone would make it into my hit fashion list of all time).

I find it ironically amusing that a repressive dictator who goes on 8 hour filibuster speeches that include singing, and who believes himself to be a reincarnation of Simon Bolivar empathizes with his subjugated subjects who might face "ridicule" for their unusual names. And the bit about making sure the the person's name clearly indicates their gender is a nice touch, is it a hint of future repression to come? Perhaps in that too he will emulate Fidel Castro.

As you will see, Simon Romero reaches a pinnacle of DADA POETRY.

So "Goodbye, Tutankamen del Sol" and watch out, Chavez, for the ranks of disgruntled Bolivarian Revolutionaries named IROSHIMA Perez may turn on you after you impose the "100 Approved Names." (why 125 and not 247?)

Enjoy.
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Caracas Journal
A Culture of Naming That Even a Law May Not Tame

By SIMON ROMERO
Published: September 5, 2007
CARACAS, Venezuela, Sept. 4 — Goodbye, Tutankamen del Sol.

[photo not included]
David Rochkind/Polaris, for The New York Times
The children in the Vargas family have names like Kleiderman Jesús, Yureimi Klaymar, Yusneidi Alicia, Yusmary Shuain, Kleiderson Klarth and Yusmery Sailing.

So long, Hengelberth, Maolenin, Kerbert Krishnamerk, Githanjaly, Yornaichel, Nixon and Yurbiladyberth. The prolifically inventive world of Venezuelan baby names may be coming to an end.

If electoral officials here get their way, a bill introduced last week would prohibit Venezuelan parents from bestowing those names — and many, many others — on their children.

The measure would not be retroactive. But it would limit parents of newborns to a list of 100 names established by the government, with exemptions for Indians and foreigners, and it is already facing skepticism in the halls of the National Assembly.

“I need to know how they would define those 100 names,” said Jhonny Owee Milano Rodríguez, a congressman representing Cojedes State. “For example, why not 120? This seems arbitrary to me.”

Mr. Milano, 55, said his first name, Jhonny, spelled as such, was inspired by the international ambience of the oil town in eastern Venezuela where he was born. Owee, he said, was erroneously entered in the birth registry instead of Oved.

The bill’s ambition, according to a draft submitted to municipal offices here for review, is to “preserve the equilibrium and integral development of the child” by preventing parents from giving newborns names that expose them to ridicule or are “extravagant or hard to pronounce in the official language,” Spanish.

The bill also aims to prevent names that “generate doubts” about the bearer’s gender.

Some of Mr. Milano’s colleagues in the National Assembly, which is controlled by supporters of President Hugo Chávez, include Iroshima Jennifer Bravo Quevedo, Earle José Herrera Silva and Grace Nagarith Lucena Rosendy. Legislators need to approve the bill before it becomes law.

Whimsical names can also be found in other Latin American countries. Honduras has first names like Ronald Reagan, Transfiguración and Compañía Holandesa (Dutch Company), according to the newspaper El Heraldo. In Panama, local news media this year reported name-change efforts by an Esthewoldo, a Kairovan and a Max Donald.

But Venezuela’s naming tradition rivals or exceeds that of its neighbors, many people here say. Some first names in Venezuela include Haynhect, Olmelibey, Yan Karll and Udemixon, according to a list compiled by the novelist Roberto Echeto.

Other names here easily roll off the tongue in English, like Kennedy or John Wayne, or in Russian, like Pavel or Ilich, reflecting influences from the cold war era.

Municipal clerks’ offices, where parents register their children, have become forums for debating the possible restrictions.

“The children of my cousins are named Keiserlin, Jeiserlin, Keifel, Yurubi, Arol Kiling,” said Leidy Marrero, 29, a budget analyst. Ms. Marrero named her newborn daughter Mariángela, combining María and Ángela.

“It’s a question of taste,” she said in an interview at the clerk’s office in the San Bernardino district of Caracas, explaining her opposition to the measure. “It is a parent’s right.”

Some parents exercise that right more liberally than others.

Software searches of the voter registry find more than 60 people of voting age with the first name Hitler, including Hitler Adonys Rodríguez Crespo; eight Hochiminhs, among them Hochiminh Jesús Delgado Sierra; and six Eisenhowers, including Dwight Eisenhower Rojas Barboza.

Unusual names in Venezuela are often grist for awe or humor, but the issue is also politicized, given President Chávez’s gusto for renaming things, with critics of the bill claiming it would enhance his government’s naming authority in a realm where the fancy of parents still holds sway.

One of the president’s first moves was to change the country’s name from Republic of Venezuela to Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela. Part of Avenida Páez here has been renamed Avenida Teheran in a nod to Iran. The currency, the bolívar, is to be called the “bolívar fuerte,” or strong bolívar, starting next year.

In an editorial, the newspaper El Nacional described the measure as “malicious.”

The authorities may yet bend to public will. Germán Yépez, an official with the National Electoral Council, said the measure originated after children were given names like Superman and Batman. Still, he said in comments broadcast on radio, he welcomed “this type of positive reaction and suggestions.”

Not everyone denounces the bill. Temutchin del Espíritu Santo Rojas Fernández, 25, a computer programmer, explained that his first name was inspired by the birth name of Genghis Khan, often spelled Temujin in English. He said he frequently had to correct the spelling of his name on official documents.

And in Venezuela, where the tax authorities require name and national identity number for every purchase needing a receipt, pronouncing and spelling out Temutchin del Espíritu Santo can get tiring, Mr. Rojas Fernández said. “With a name this complicated, you lose time,” he said.

“It also creates social problems,” he continued. “When interacting with others, not everyone can pronounce your name. I have to pronounce my name five times and spell it twice.”

José Orozco contributed reporting.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Fashion Citation



Am I the only one facing Bad 80s Fashion Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder? I found this great item - the Fashion Citation Pad - at Nifty Nick Knacks in Venice, FL and I think I will have to order them by the dozen so I can take the L Train each day and face the horror head on. Do I have the cojones to bring a camera and upload the images GLAMOUR Don'ts Style? (I was working at a fashionista-haven Museum when an actually extremely fabulous colleague was inexplicably featured in the GLAMOUR Don't and this is a hideous fate) Can I be as brazen as the Fug girls and just upload them WITHOUT the black bars across the eyes? Let me paint a picture of horror in words for now:

L Train, last week:
Klaus Nomi-esque dyed black hair, shaved to the skull just above the neckline. Massive Old Legally Blind Old Floridian Retiree type glasses, black leggings (naturally), beige cowboy boots, and a BLACK LEATHER SHORT PUFFY SLEEVED WRAP DRESS. This is a diabolical cross between a Diane Von Furstenberg circa 1973 and a Butcher's apron, discotheque meets abbatoir, Bataille would have written a book. Not pretty.

L Train also last week:
Mullet, bubblegum pink and white pin-striped (last time I saw this pattern, it was on a Candy Striper at a Hospital) silky poly button-down blouse WITH SHOULDER PADS, skin tight red jeans, black and red creepers, a huge cuff with an insect encased in a vinyl circle. All this look needed was a fanny pack, but fortunately, the offender refrained from signing her own Fashion Death Sentence.

Posh Spice - All the time.
The asymmetrical severe bob, I did this in 1985.
The bubble skirt, again, did this sometime in 1984.

All of Williamsburg, 90% of the L Train and apparently most NYC co-eds:
Leggings.
Again, I confess that I did this in the 1980s, like a lot of other things I did in that period, it is best forgotten. This is unhealthy, enough said.

Finally, the slouchy ankle boot.
If, like most NY women, you need to get emergency feeding through a nose tube (as does Allegra Versace) this look actually makes your ankle look fat, is that what you want? Maybe there is some trend I am too old to know about, that leads women to wish to pretend they have either gout or elephantatitis?

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Felix Gonzalez-Torres?


Many people are asking themselves how the marble reflecting pools in front of the US Pavilion in Venice can be attributed to Felix Gonzalez-Torres. Nancy Spector is extremely knowlegable on his work and worked with him on his retrospective. Surely she presents compelling arguments and documents in the catalogue. But on the visual evidence alone, I found the work antithetical to what I associate with his oeuvre. The marble reflecting pools: static, monumental, funereal, luxurious, precious, recalling old-fashioned mausoleums and evoking luxury, fly in the face of the mutability, ephemerality, and mechanically-reproduced aesthetics of many of his works. They clashed with the bulbs outside, and the stacks, licorice candies, and xeroxes inside. Much more moving and evocative are his doomed-to-run-outofsynch generic office clocks. I found "my" Felix Gonzalez-Torres perfect lovers on an anonymous clothesline, where someone had hung two pairs of underpants to dry in the sun and wind....