3.04.2010

Pravda.ru and the irony of a failed accusation

I recently read a fascinating little article in Pravda.ru.  Translated as 'Truth', the original publication of the same title has seen many incarnations since Tsarist times. Most notably, the newspaper bearing its name was the official publication of the Communist Party during the Soviet era. The family tree split after Yeltsin's 1991 decision to shut the old state paper down, with a new Pravda going to press unaffiliated with the government and a second one, albeit with fewer links to the original, going online as Pravda.ru with a relatively small readership and a decidedly tabloid-esque style.

I haven't met a Russian who isn't at least aware of the things written on Pravda.ru to this day, though I also have not found a Russian who admits to respecting the online publication. This matter of respect is rather tough to come by in the digital age- an age when, at this very moment, you are sitting in front of your monitor reading words that any Joe Schmoe might have written (obviously you have better taste, but I am rather biased), not knowing exactly what his credentials are on the topics he writes about or if there is an editing process to speak of. Blogs, accordingly, are out of the question as are many online publications including ones I write for. The reader must become the critic, and with that I give my latest evaluation of Pravda.ru with a knowing heart that this one-time media behemoth will be fizzling out of normal domain and into the world of Bat Boy and Elvis zines.

Timothy Bancroft-Hinchey is apparently a man who likes to jump into snake pits. Said to be British born, Hinchey is an editor with Pravda.ru and lets his many ravings guide his unique, neo-propaganda style of writing. The Vancouver Sun recently covered one of his anti-Canadian Olympic ramblings in a move that, ironically, was sure to please the author for as they say, no publicity is bad publicity.  If it wasn't for the fact that this little blog has a terribly small readership, I might be inclined to ignore it altogether myself.

Hinchey's latest jaw-gaping attack is on his favorite subject- the U.S. of A. In a retaliatory and venomous piece for Pravda on what he perceives as American media bias, he addresses the very complex issue of racial hatred and the perceptions thereof. The article, so lacking in appeal to the characteristically intelligent Russian reader, is little more than a soapbox complaining that Western media has a bad habit of pointing fingers at Russia while overlooking its own flaws.

A quick read of reader comments shows a Pandora's Box of pointing fingers, name calling and accusatory derogatory claims. A comedy or errors has effectively trickled down from blog to blog simply because some British-born author of a tabloid fails to produce anything that can be remotely recognized as journalism.

Arguably, however, the topic is a decent one when explored through a clearer lense. Though Hinchey is quick to point to the small numbers of racially-incited incidents in the Russian Fed. versus large numbers of similar incidents in the U.S., he has zero regard for the nuances of the subject at hand. If he wishes to argue that Russia has little problems with racial hatred, then he would be wise to show current statistics of racial ethnicities in Russia (of which, by the way, there are many thanks to the great Soviet migrations and current immigrants from the East) and compare those percentages with corresponding figures from the U.S. After that, one must examine the percentages to get a clearer understanding of how many people of a certain race/ethinicity are impacted by the figures. Lastly, and most notably in my opinion, we must look at police reporting. How many people in the U.S. report violent, racist crimes? Conversely, how many do so in Russia?

I make no accusations about what these figures might present to us. I believe, as do many, that racism is alive and well in my own country as it is in Russia and around the world. The nuances and reasons for this are plenty. Human rights organizations devote much of their efforts to examining the causes of these incidents and the repercussions for society. A careful approach to understanding how such crimes are perceived and handled in the U.S. is integral to curtailing them in future. Likewise, Russia would be remiss to not also consider the role of racist/ethnic attacks within their own boundaries. While the article seeks to 'set the record straight', it does little more than play the old blame game that is purports to despise.

Traditionally, Russia has long been a great nation of highly educated individuals eager to pass their leisurely hours reading copious amounts of books (both their own and foreign) and appreciating the rich culture that they created through a woven tapestry of its remarkable history. Many like Mr. Hinchey point to the deterioration of high Russian culture as a sure sign that capitalism is failing the Russian people. Let us take this accusation one step further- Pravda.ru, littered with advertisements for escort services and sensational headlines, contributes to that very deterioration despite the fact that many of its own authors ostensibly disavow.

Looking inwards, just as the author says, is the only verifiable way to confront the demons that haunt us all. It wasn't the quiet, docile elements of society that put Gogol on the literary map (his early career, distinctively unique thanks to his Ukrainian background, was popularized by his contemporaries eager to see a new perspective). Solzhenitsyn, though quickly pointed to by Western academics and diplomats, was likewise embraced by his fellow Russians- many of whom risked their own careers and lives in supporting his samizdat. The ability, if not downright eagerness, to look inwards is that which has long drawn many of us into the cloak of the Russian culture. I dear hope that Pravda.ru becomes nothing more than a folly- a cautionary tale at best- so that respect for the great culture grows.

-With a perspective, thank you for reading my daily rambling. As always, sharing your thoughts is always much welcomed.

12.29.2009

A colorful array of all that is old

Accepting a new position for a local online newspaper has a way of eating up my time. That said, I'm harldy one for twiddling my thumbs during extra hours. Somewhere in the mix of my various daily tasks- both big and small- I always manage to fit in quality time for design. Home design, that is.

While I'm certainly no collector, I have long had an appreciation for vintage wares- from furnishings to art, books to jewelry. Something about the smell of a crocheted blanket from 1972 brings a full appreciation of just how extraordinarily talented so many people are. With a newer home that is just about prepped for interior design, I find myself combing through our copies of Dwell, apartmenttherapy.com and just about anywhere else that offers unique ways to revitalize things that have otherwise been long forgotten.


The latest plug must go to etsy, an extraordinary melding pot of all things handmade and vintage. With artists spanning the globe, it was actually quite easy to find our latest vintage addition to our home: a lovingly restored pillow straight out of Norway's mod squad years. There's something about vintage quality that gets me everytime, and carefully choosing each piece rather than rushing to the nearest Target (not that there's anything wrong with that...) leaves a deep sense of satisfaction.

Combing all of the local flea markets and antique shops every month leads to some nifty finds, but admittedly shopping online from my couch is still my preferred method. With that in mind, there are a host of invaluable blogs offering design advice and showcasing some simply amazing work- both new and old. Oh Joy is one such blog that I've only recently been tracking. From design-savvy pencils and yarn to credenza's and scarves, I've been pleasantly delighted at the array of things to consider. Just like the viral nature of the internet itself, I've been led to so many corners of the globe thanks to such blogs that keeping track of the nifty gadgets and ideas becomes a job in and of itself. A recent Oh Joy post led me to discover Sanna Annukka, a Finnish Brit who creates some lovely vintage-inspired designs heavy on Scand-fluence. Her wooden birds are simply stunning with a childlike simplicity that is easy to overlook.

For those like me who spend much of their working and leisurely hours online, Whorange recently featured a fabulous French artist who has ingeniously fused old style illustrative and publishing art with today's headlines- or, erm, websites and social media. Whether your a Twitter-addict or Last.FM fan, there's a piece of art for you.  Another phenomenal little nook online is Hooked On Houses, a one-woman show with splendid ideas. I particularly love her rendezvous with midcentury modern design, of which I am an official addict. Finding old interior design mags like Better Homes & Gardens fresh from 1966 is always a fun way to remind ourselves how ahead of its time the space generation often was.

With too many other retro inspired blogs and sites to list, I'll have to content myself with resuming my life and reluctantly perusing the net for my next piece in my spare hours. Until then, have fun... think ingeniously... and live colorfully.

10.23.2009

Nesting Dolls & Economic Hitmen

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A fresh faced girl with wide eyes that gently slope downward and pigtails curled up under a wreath of flowers looks up at me from beneath my wine glass' base. I pick up the stem between my pointer and middle fingers, bringing the nutty scented red closer to my nose while all the while staring at the matryoshka imprinted on the wine coaster. I found her, along with five sisters, in a tin can featuring bright red and white depictions of the quintessential Russian gift- the nesting doll. Matryoshki are so synonymous with the Russian Motherland that they are cited alongside the Kremlin's spired cupola's and supermodels as hallmarks of Russian life. The kitsch of the brightly-hued Russian girls keeping my wine from dripping on the table was enough to convince me of their necessity. For $2, I bought the tin and cork coasters along with matching dishtowels.

So why the talk of this latest purchase? Let me explain. I've begun reading a provocative 2004 New York Times Bestseller (the same sort I generally stay away from in hopes of not becoming one of the sheeple). This entertaining book, while limited in its source material by its very nature, is a tell-all of sorts by a former "corporatocracy" insider. "Confessions of an Economic Hitman" is John Perkins' guilt-ridden answer to his otherwise sexy, filthy rich jet-setting life that reads like a Bond novel. It might have been the perfect life for the Peace Corp. member gone bad if only it weren't for the fact that he was finding ways to legitimize a sort of New World Order (or "corporatocracy" as he prefers, dispelling any ideas of conspiracy in favor of more obvious and shady global business practices vis a vis loans to the emerging world).

Confessions recounts Perkins' days working as an economic consultant in the private sector. Dubiously charged with inflating economic predictions in emerging world markets (think Ecuador and Indonesia), Perkins claims to be one of a select few who worked to sustain the American 'Empire' within the private sector. His aquaintences, conversations and knowledge were far reaching and gave Perkins the opportunity to gain firsthand knowledge of the countries he sought to rob. He constantly reminds the reader that this is how the world operates on something of a parallel and unseen field, imaging what the rest of us lowly citizens know about our government and its relationships with the rest of the world. In moments of sheer brilliance, Perkins' retells conversations with ordinary citizens in impoverished nations who apparently aren't as 'in the dark' as we ourselves are.

While it is rare to find such an insider plagued by guilt and retiring from his extremely powerful role, there is a question of his genuine reasoning. Is the book a tell-all for Americans and Westerners- revealing to us how the First World cheats the rest through the likes of Haliburton, the IMF and other major organizations and corporations? Or is it simply another cheap way to make a buck in a consumer-driven market such as he purports to have shrugged off after a life of intrigue and economic espionage? It certainly leaves an unsettling feeling, questioning our very altruism. Are we really helping countries in Africa when we build them an energy plant or provide them with clean water when, in actuality, the work is being done predominantly by our own firms... recycling our own donated money, essentially, and leaving the poor nation in massive debt to us- repaid only through agreements that benefit us. I equate this unease with the feeling of being cheated by someone so sly that you fail to recognize it while it's occurring.

In light of my little red matryoshka coaster, who is still beaming up at me, I wonder exactly how she came to be- how her $2 figure was decided upon and by whom. Is it really all as simple as supply vs. demand? Or somewhere is there an economic hitman robbing a southeast Asian country blind by falsifying economic projections and raising their interest rates, building factories in the process and bringing about cheaply made goods of icons from thousands miles away to those employment dumps... and eventually making their way beneath my wine glass.