Sunday, January 6, 2013

Five Years Ago in the IAT/L&TM5K


January 6th was a Sunday in 2008, too.  Back then you couldn't pre-schedule posts, though, so the Monday Quiz actually came out whenever I was ready for bed on Sunday night.

The Monday Quiz IX: Flags of the World

Obsolete vestiges of medieval heraldry? Or cherished symbols of the human unity achieved in the modern nation state? You be the judge!

1. What South American County?



2. What Northern European Country?


3. What African Country? (That's a Maasai shield, if that helps.)




4. Can you ID either of these two flags?






5. Can you ID either of these two flags?




Submit your answers in the comments.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

The Infinite Art Tournament, Round One: Van Dongen v. Dossi!

Kees Van Dongen
1877 - 1968
Dutch; worked in France.




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Dosso Dossi
c.1490 - 1542
Italian



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Friday, January 4, 2013

Michael5000 vs. Charles Dickens: Nicholas Nickleby

When I took my inventory of Dickens consumption last November, here's what I had to say about Nicholas Nickleby:
Nicholas Nickleby.  I definitely haven't read it.
That has now changed.  Well, depending.  I ear-read it, which is to say I listened to it on audiobook, so you'll have to decide whether I get full credit for "reading" it.  I'm a pretty close listener, though.

Prognosis: This is not my favorite Dickens.

It's an early novel, and although he's not as stylistically daring as he will be later in his career, Dickens' voice is already in place.  You've got the lovely, well-turned sentences, the ironic wit, and the tendency to go a bit overboard, by modern standards, on the flights of pathos.  His concern for social justice and the plight of the folks at the bottom of the social ladder is very much in evidence as well.  (It occurred to me as I read/listened that Charles Dickens was a major figure in the evolution of the concept of Human Rights -- indeed, that you could probably sustain a pretty good argument that he was pretty much the lead architect.  As always, if you write a dissertation around one of these little notions of mine, please just list me in the acknowledgements.  But I digress.)

What's missing, though, is the big complex kaleidoscope of a fully realized Dickens plot.  In my favorite of the novels, there will be several scores of characters (not the paltry three dozen deployed here!) who are all twined together through an elaborate tangle of circumstance and back-story.  In Bleak House or Our Mutual Friend, to pick examples I've had my nose in fairly recently, you'd be hard pressed even to identify a "main character" out of half a dozen legitimate contenders, and three different people could each give you accurate plot synopses without it being obvious that they were talking about the same book.  There's just a hell of a lot going on in these full-fledged Dickens masterpieces.

Nicholas Nickleby, on the other hand, runs pretty much on a single rail.  It's an episodic novel, and the various episodes aren't very well integrated.  The best-known bit has our hero Nicholas at a hellish Yorkshire boarding school, the cheerfully named "Dotheboys Hall."  Escaping his job there -- he is a teacher, not a student -- he effortlessly and somewhat randomly becomes a minor star in a regional theater company. After the first scenario has been milked for tears and the second for laughs, Nick is headhunted off the London street for his obvious qualities of nobility and intelligence, and made the clerk, protege, and pet project of two saintly and vastly rich wholesalers. Elements of the first two scenarios reappear and are resolved in the within the third, but the construction of the whole is fairly slapdash.

The title character is certainly the "main" character, but he is the least fleshed-out person in the book.  We know of him that he is smart, capable, kind, and a little volatile, but that's about the extent of his personality.  Maybe Dickens intended that we readers would imagine ourselves into his place, but my own feeling was that he was an empty suit whose adventures it was hard to get too worked up about.  His incorporation in the theater company, for instance -- we had no previous suggestion that he might have theatrical talent, and he shows no particular interest in things theatrical, so when he is suddenly up there performing on the Portsmouth stage, it feels more like an authorial contrivance than a natural flow of events.  Dickens is of course not best known for a relentless pursuit of plausibility, but in his better work the improbabilities are at least the germ of the story -- the remarkable things that make the tale worth telling -- rather than just a clumsy way of keeping the action moving forward.

Current Dickens Score: I have now read 7/14.5 of the non-Christmassy Dickens novels.

Need a second opinion on Nicholas Nickleby?  Sure you do!  The blog post from which I helped myself to the title page image is a somewhat more coherent review.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

The Infinite Art Tournament, Left Bracket Second Round: Bouts v. Boucher!

Dieric Bouts
1457 - 1475
Netherlands

Lost to Australian surrealist Arthur Boyd in Round 1.
Knocked out French sculptor Antoine Bourdelle in First Round Elimination.






François Boucher
1703 - 1770
French

Defeated impressionist Eugène Boudin by two votes in Round 1. YOUR VOTE COUNTS!!!
Crushed by Botticelli -- although where's the shame in that? -- in Round 2.






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Wednesday, January 2, 2013

What I Map About When I Map About Running


Happy New Fiscal Quarter!  It was, thanks for asking, a solid three months of running, with a "best-ever" November and December after a "just-shy-of-the-record" October.  The total mileage for the quarter was 239.03 -- a very good number, for reasons I'll explain down at the bottom.

I set state minimums (actual record distances, I think) in Massachusetts, Washington, and Colorado, but of course much of the running was here in the beautiful East Side of the City of Roses.  October, November, and December are shown in green on the second Running Box map:


As you can see, this map doesn't have many seasons left to it.  Still, there's plenty of detail work still to be done out at the north and south extremes, the farthest areas from home, so it will still be a while before I can retire the thing and with it the entire concept.

Meanwhile, my newer motivational concept has turned out to be a lot of fun.  My running Avatar has turned out to be less concerned with straight-line mileage and more interested in side adventures than I expected.  It's a virtual road trip, but it feels just a little bit real!

Here's a map showing the Willamette Valley (the inhabited area of Oregon) and the Pacific Coast to the west of it.  The orange line shows the route I thought I was going to have the Avatar run when I kicked off this exercise two months and change ago.  But, although the overall concept is still the same -- visit IAT Dork Emeritus Morgan in Corvallis, hit the Coast, then loop back through PDX on the start of a transcontinental job -- the details (in green) are all higgledy-piggledy.  First, the Avatar starting finding secondary destinations, such as Silver Falls, the State Capital Building, and the girlhood home of IAT Shakespearean Jennifer.  Then, Morgan left Corvallis for the Winter Break, so the Avatar took a sidetrip up-valley to Eugene, the home of my own attempts at higher education.


On the last running day of 2012, the Avatar entered Eugene from the north and expressed his Fiesta Bowl readiness by heading first to Autzen Stadium, where people who enjoy the University of Oregon's football program like to go and holler in unison.


Then he crossed the Willamette for the third time in his journey, this time on the footpath that connects stadium to campus.  After visiting my freshman dorm, he recreated the trip to class in dear old Chapman Hall...


...and then continued to run past my first and shabbiest ever apartment, the first bar that I ever drank in legally, the first arts cinema where I started getting all pretentious about movies, the first club where I ever saw an awesome live rock show -- all of these in about five blocks.

He ended up spending New Year's Eve the same place that I spent a couple of New Year's Eves -- the Circle K at 13th and High:


It was kind of a tough place to work, but chaos theory makes a pretty definitive argument that if I hadn't taken the job there would be no IAT Dork Emeritus Morgan per se.  In point of fact, however, Morgan exists, so after a quick tour of other Eugene locations (record store, second apartment, third apartment, store I worked at for a year after college, college residence of IAT regular commentor Jenners) I will get on Highway 99 and head back north to Corvallis to pay a visit.


ANYWAY

My total mileage for the year was 835.45, which bests my goal of 800 and last year's record of 800.58.  Cool!

My goal for 2013, assuming the legs stay healthy, is 960 -- (20 miles/week) x (4 weeks/month) x (12 months/year).  It's an ambitious jump, but that's why I like the Q4 mileage of 239.03.  It's.... almost.... exactly on pace.  Wish me luck!

The Wednesday Post


Don't Send C.C. Shit When He's on Tour.
An reasonable but entirely unnecessary request.

The holiday season brought this little homemade card to the Castle5000 mailbox:


It was in an envelope with my name and address on it -- like, my full, legal, street name -- and it was unstamped, meaning somebody had walked right up on the porch to hand-deliver it.

Here's what it said inside:


Aw man, C.C. left early and won't make NYE!

Except, here's the weird part: I don't know anybody named C.C. [except long-time reader Calico Cat, and she would have said "Don't send me stuff when I'm on tour."].  I don't know anybody named Gillian either.  I don't personally know anyone who can be said to go "on tour" per se.  Hell, I don't even have plans for New Year's Eve, except possibly to stay late at work and catch up on things while the switchboard's off.

So obviously, my question is what the hell is going on?

Actually, that's not my question.  I'm pretty sure C.C. knows somebody else with my full, legal, street name (which is uncommon but hardly unique), found an address that matched the name of his pal, and now assumes he left that person a cheerful if mildly passive-aggressive greeting.*  My real question is, who is C.C.?  My own internet skills have led me nowhere, so I'm putting this one on the desk of IAT Reference Librarian lamanyana.

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* This doesn't keep me from being beset by anxiety that C.C. and Gillian, who have always considered me among their dearest loved ones, are going to be deeply hurt when they read this post and see that I have somehow managed to completely forget about our long-standing friendship.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

The Infinite Art Tournament, Left Bracket Second Round: Botero v. Bourgeois!

Fernando Botero
born 1932
Colombian; works in France

Made a serious run at Botticelli -- yes, THAT Botticelli!! -- in Round 1. YOUR VOTE COUNTS!!!
Knocked out French proto-impressionist Eugène Boudin by a comfortable margin in First Round Elimination.







Louise Bourgeois
1911 - 2010
French; worked in the United States

Trounced sculptor Antoine Bourdelle in Round 1.
Lost to Aussie Arthur Boyd in Round 2 by a single vote. YOUR VOTE COUNTS!!!





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