dual personalities

Month: March, 2014

Like most things, I am nothing*

by chuckofish

Well, the highlight of my weekend was going estate sale-ing with the boy and having a diner breakfast with him.

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I didn’t find anything at the sale except a book (big surprise), but it was lots of fun nevertheless. We talked about movies we had watched recently. I told him I had just seen Trader Horn (1931)–the infamous movie filmed on location in Africa where two crew members were killed (by a crocodile and a charging rhino) and the leading lady contracted a dread disease which ended her career.

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I think it was the first movie my mother went to see as a child. Her parents had read that there were lots of animals in it and so they took little 6 year-old Mary and her 8 year-old sister Susanne to see it. I think it scarred my mother for life! It is pretty scary–lots of animals to be sure, but they are frequently seen eating each other! Also the natives are pretty scary too. Anyway, I had never seen it and I enjoyed it quite a bit. Considering it was made 83 years ago, it holds up rather well and looks pretty good. They hadn’t even had sound in movies for that long.

The boy told me that he had recently re-watched Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000). I thought that sounded like a great idea and so I watched it that night.

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It is one of the few movies I saw at the movies with my OM that I then took my children to see a few days later. (Another one was Life is Beautiful.)

It is a sensational movie. It is beautiful, exciting, romantic, and spiritual–and includes some of the best choreographed fighting ever filmed. How many movies can you say that about?

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As I sat in church on Sunday, it occurred to me that I had not gotten very far with my Lenten movie watching, so I determined to do better this week.

After church I did a lot of work in the yard and spring-cleaned the Florida room–my back is aching today! Well, onward and upward to spring!

What did you do this weekend?

* Li Mu Bai (Chow Yun Fat)) in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

Life in the fast lane

by chuckofish

This week went by in a blur, kind of like this

Or was I?

Or am I?

In addition to classes and the usual spate of meetings, most of my time was taken up in preparation for the ‘War and Peace’ conference that  a colleague and I organized with our sister university down the road. We hosted it. Given our War Studies program and their Peace Studies one, we figured it would be profitable (and let’s be honest, look good) if we got our students together for a day of stimulating discussion and paper presentations. My colleague designed a beautiful poster featuring this detail from a painting  by Battini:

so appropriate, such a lovely color palette

I don’t think the dragon approves of the lady

It all went off without a hitch; students were on time, appropriately dressed, well prepared, and (mostly) had intelligent things to say. The university president and provost both showed up and seemed very pleased (everyone loves cooperation between institutions). None of them would have guessed how much work went into scrounging for funding, fighting for rooms, negotiating food, strong-arming students into participating, bribing students with extra credit to attend, dealing late withdrawals, advertising, writing up the program and press releases, and getting everything printed and distributed. My department secretary deserves a raise. My colleague and I deserve a spa vacation. It was worth the effort.

I don’t deal with super busy all that well — never have. I’m too much the low energy introvert, I guess.  How my super busy sister and nieces manage, I’ll never know! I think they are much better organized than I am. Perhaps they rely on music, too. I managed to avoid a nervous breakdown mostly because I discovered “The Weepies” on Spotify.

Indie duo, The Weapies

Indie duo, The Weapies

Youtube won’t let me embed their tunes, but I can link. I particularly recommend Antarctica. This is some great ‘head-dancing’ music, but it’s also pretty gentle.

In other news, son # 2 had an epic tea-making disaster that left him with a very large second degree burn on his right arm. He has moved home temporarily so that someone can change the dressing twice a day as is required. He seems to be mending quite well,

blisters now drained and skin peeling

blisters now drained and skin peeling

although his violin playing has taken a hit. And needless to say, we’ve taken on the tea making duties!

Here’s hoping you have some blossoms in your weekend. Would it sound too much like complaining if I shared the weather forecast with you?

Saturday Night
nt_snow Lowering and thickening clouds. A steady snow developing overnight. Low 29F. Winds NE at 10 to 20 mph. Chance of snow 80%. Snow accumulating 3 to 5 inches.

and for Sunday

sleet A wintry mix in the morning will transition to mainly light snow in the afternoon. Temps nearly steady in the low to mid 30s. Winds NNE at 10 to 20 mph. Chance of precip 80%. Snow and ice accumulating 1 to 3 inches.

Roll on winter! I think I need to go listen to the Weapies.

Have a great weekend!

 

 

 

 

The weekend approacheth

by chuckofish

Well, this time last week I was going out to dinner with cute boys and hanging out with daughter #2. This week it has been back to the salt mines for me as usual. Work, work, work.

One bright spot was going to my first lacrosse game of the season.

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The boy’s Varsity Hounds creamed his old high school team 15-3.

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It was kind of weird sitting in the KHS football stadium cheering for the “visitors”. It was also quite cold! Once it started to get dark, I had to bail and go home even with my winter coat and a Bean’s wool blanket to sit on.

At home I am keeping my spirits up with these pretty flowers–and, yes, the Christmas Cactus is blooming again.

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On the reading front, having finished Peter Carey’s wonderful Olivier and Parrot, I started reading The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt and I am hooked. The book, which took more than 10 years to write, is narrated by Theo Decker, a 13-year-old New York boy whose world is violently disrupted during a routine visit to the Metropolitan Museum of Art with his mother. A terrorist bomb explodes, killing Theo’s mother and other innocents, including a man who, just before dying, implores Theo to take “The Goldfinch” out of the smoking wreckage of the museum. I have not read Tartt’s other two books, but I am impressed. We’ll see if she holds me for 700 pages. I plan to find out this weekend.

Have a great weekend!

(Ladies and) Gentlemen, start your engines!

by chuckofish

A few weeks ago I picked up a couple of CDs at an estate sale. (Yes, I still listen to CDs!) I should have gotten a lot more at this particular sale, but I just couldn’t stand there picking through them.

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Anyway, the other morning I was listening to some of these oldies but goodies. The William Tell Overture, written in 1829 by Gioachino Rossini, was the one that really stood out for me. I mean you’ve heard it a million times–it’s a total cliche for Pete’s sake–but, boy, is it good! Try to erase the Lone Ranger from your mind. Forget about  all those cartoon characters waking up at daybreak in the pastorale section of the piece.

Imagine instead this dual personality speeding down the road, hitting all the lights on my way to work. Amazing. I recommend listening to the whole thing, but here’s the finale:

Well, I guess it is time to reacquaint myself with the classical music I grew up listening to.

What music do you listen to in order to get your motor revving in the morning?

More snow you say?

by chuckofish

Bah humbug!

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Yes, we are a wee bit annoyed in our flyover state. However, you may recall that last year at this time we had 12.4 inches of snow! So big deal, right? What’s a dusting?

Besides, this is just a minor set-back. It does feel like spring is almost here. There are Robins in abundance. Songbirds are singing. Have you heard “Peter! Peter! Peter!”? According to BirdWatcher’sDigest.com, we should also be listening for woodpeckers drumming and owls hooting. Look for raptors in clumps or pairs and ducks in flight.

Take a deep breath. It smells like spring.

Meanwhile I have my spies in Florida. They send me photos of this guy.

MIKE

Hello, Mike Matheny. How ya doin?

People talk

by chuckofish

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“You must know that there is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and good for life in the future than some good memory, especially a memory of childhood, of home. People talk to you a great deal about your education, but some good, sacred memory, preserved from childhood, is perhaps the best education.”

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

Home again, home again

by chuckofish

I am home from my short, easy-breezy trip back east. I was smart this time and came home on Saturday so I had Sunday to de-compress and settle back into my world once again before heading to a jam-packed day at work on Monday. (And I also got a chance to clean up the house after the OM was alone for 4 days.)

Darling daughter #2 posted yesterday about my visit and she hit all the high points. We had a super fun time in and out of the City and in the suburban sprawl around it. We did what we love to do: estate-saled, looked at art, shopped at IKEA, went out to eat with her friends, drank wine, walked and talked.

Mmmm--diner food

Mmmm–diner food

But as a mother it is mostly wonderful to see where one’s beloved child lives and spends her time. Now I can picture where she is sitting when we talk on the phone. I know how she has arranged her things.

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Her apartment is a block away from the picture-perfect U of Maryland sorority houses and also the Episcopal Church where my flyover friend Becky lived as a child when her father was the rector there.

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I saw her office in the English Department at school.

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I guess only a mother (or parent) can understand how important all of this is. I feel the same way after visiting daughter #1 in NYC–relieved that she has made a home for herself and that she has nice friends and that she has carried something of her flyover home to her new abode.

Sigh.

'The Open Window' by Pierre Bonnard (1867-1947), The Phillips Collection

‘The Open Window’ by Pierre Bonnard (1867-1947), The Phillips Collection

And I have a magnet to remind me of my visit.

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Spring Break in the Frozen North

by chuckofish

This week was my Spring Break. One colleague went to Hawaii; another to Europe. And of course, my dual personality is vacating in Maryland with her wonderful daughter. I worked, shoveled snow, mopped up from the leaking family room ceiling, and dreamed wistfully of Spring. I don’t mean to complain, but this  is the view out my dining room window this morning.

another 3" expected today

another 3″ expected today

We haven’t seen the ground for months, let alone a green growing thing; no crocus shoots, no buds, just grey and white, ferocious wind and plunging temperatures. It’s getting old (oh, wait, I guess I am complaining). Still, a friend gave me some beautiful, red tulips

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and I binge-watched one of my favorite TV shows, Wonderfalls, which struck just the right chord.

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It’s equal parts quirky, laugh out loud funny, and romantic. You should see it whether or not you are experiencing an existential crisis.

In typical Chamberlin fashion I put off doing the things I least wanted to do (i.e. grading) and spent a huge amount of time on things that shouldn’t have taken as long as they did. Oh, well.

A high spot of the week was my husband’s Friday afternoon lecture for the SLU Faculty Cafe series. The event was very civilized with wine and canapes followed by Duncan’s stimulating discourse on  Joshua Kirby.

Gainsborough's portrait of Kirby

Gainsborough’s portrait of Kirby

No kidding. I’m quite taken with Mr. Kirby. He was a stand-up guy among the 18th century’s rakes and ne’er-do-wells, some of whom were his friends (I’m talking about you, Mr. Gainsborough!). Kirby was a sober, devoted Church of England, middle class family man, who parlayed his natural affability and a talent for architectural drawing into a secure life among the day’s elite. And he had a really nice face. You can read all about it here.

Well, that’s about it for my week. I went no farther afield than the office, but I did get to sleep in a couple of times and I did get some reading and writing done. All in all, it’s been a pleasant spring break, but I sure am looking forward to hearing about my dual personality’s adventures, aren’t you?

 

See ya later, alligator

by chuckofish

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I am heading to Maryland today to spend a few days with daughter # 2.

I will be off the radar for awhile. But I’ll be back soon.

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For this people’s heart has grown dull*

by chuckofish

God-rays on Lake Champlain

God-rays on Lake Champlain

Do you ever read the blog Humans of New York? Sometimes he asks the question: “If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?”

This is a difficult question to answer on the spur-of-the-moment. I would say: read this poem by e.e. cummings and remember it.

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

e.e. cummings
1894-1962

*For this people’s heart has grown dull,
and with their ears they can barely hear,
and their eyes they have closed,
lest they should see with their eyes
and hear with their ears
–Matthew 13:15–17 (English Standard Version)