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Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
I heard a snatch of melody the other day (I was listening to The Ebony Hillbillies, playing on the sidewalk, Broadway and 78th St.) and it stuck in my head on the train ride home; so I decided to try writing a ballad. Got the first half but the second is vexing me. Fair Elaine Sweet my darling listen well
And sweet my darling mind ye
Sweet my darling when I tell you
Leave the past behind ye I went down to Jansson's place
To drink my worries down
Behind the bar stood fair Elaine
In a long black satin gown Elaine says I How came ye here
You never did look finer
But you've been lying ten long years
In a grave in Carolina That night she said the bandits came
And where were you my Charlie
Out with your fair Irish lass
Drinking the fruit of the barley They cut me up they cut me down
They threw me to the floor
My ghost looked back on that sad sight their foul crime
Through the open door Clearly she should chastise him for another stanza or so and then leave, maybe after pouring him a cup of whiskey or of poison. But I'm not sure how to work this. Suggestions are welcome*. It is sounding very nice on my violin though. Update: Here is an idea of an ending: Then Charlie you did bury me
You never shed a tear
Neither on that day nor once
These ten long lonesome yearsNow Charlie here's your barley-wine
I know you love it so
She set the cup down on the bar
I hung my head down low [or, "I cast my gaze down low"] And slowly slowly she came out
And slow she went away
My grief is going to follow me
Until my dying day
* [pre-emptively defensive mini-rant deleted; I'd really love to hear what you think.]
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Wednesday, September 7th, 2005
We've been on a real Moomintroll kick around here! We were just getting to the end of Comet in Moominland as we left for Italy; Sylvia said she wanted me to bring the next Moomin book as well. (Technically the next book in the series is Finn Family Moomintroll but I picked out Moominsummer Madness instead.) So on vacation we finished both of those -- she ate up Moominsummer Madness voraciously, multiple chapters at a sitting, and when we got to the end we spent our reading time going back and rereading favorite bits. Now that we are home we have started (and nearly finished) Finn Family Moomintroll, and Sylvia is saying she wants to hear Moominpappa at Sea next. Tonight's reading was Chapter 6 of Finn Family, which has a special place in our relationship with the Moomins -- it is the first Moomin story I read to Sylvia and we read it together many times over the past year. When we started reading she said she had been waiting for this chapter to come. Also that she thought (correctly) that Thingumy and Bob's suitcase had the ruby in it that the Hobgoblin was after -- she knew this from looking ahead at a picture in Chapter 7 that shows the ruby, and also I guess from remembering when we read Chapter 7 -- we must have read it twice or so, but not in several months' time. The other major reading I did on vacation was The Ancestor's Tale, which I loved and am meaning to post about soon.
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Sunday, September 4th, 2005
Herewith, a selection of snapshots from our stay in Tuscany: I tried my hand at using some of the advanced features on Ellen's camera. The results were mixed but I got a couple of nice evening landscape photos from our terrace:
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Thursday, September first, 2005
We spent last week in Italy, where we have never been before. We stayed at an Agriturismo -- a farm which rents out efficiency apartments as a side line -- in Tuscany; specifically, in the village of Monteoriolo, which is 2 km north of the town of Impruneta, which is 10 km south of Florence. It was nice staying out in the countryside -- very quiet and peaceful, and beautiful views of the valley and Florence. The drawback was, it meant we had to rent a car and drive every day, and the driving in that part of Italy is terrifying -- narrow, narrow roads with a wall on one side and a drop on the other, and hairpin turns. We went in to Florence 4 days, spent one day in Lucca and one in Siena; plus most days we went to Impruneta to shop for dinner and the next day's breakfast, and to let Sylvia play in the very nice playground which abuts the main piazza in the town. The place to shop for food was Coop supermarket, just behind that piazza, which is almost a US-style supermarket; very good selection of fresh produce and low, low prices. The two exceptions were the day we spent in Lucca, when I shopped for dinner at a small grocery store there, and our last day, when I shopped at a small grocery in Florence, on the Via de' Cerchi. Cooking was fun and most of what I made came out very well. I went up and down a lot on this vacation, between being worried about school starting (I go to register for classes today! Start next week!) and liking the place where I was. By cool coincidence [or a subconscious cry for help? No, probably coincidence] I bought a very nice yo-yo at a toy store next to the Piazza della Signoria in Florence, and played with it pretty constantly until I broke it in Lucca, trying to undo a knot I had created. Fun! I never have been able to do any yo-yo tricks, but this time I was doing around the world pretty consistently. I will keep an eye out for another one. It seems like the weight is pretty key -- this one was wood and a bit heavier than any other yo-yo I have played with, I think they have all been plastic.
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Saturday, August 20th, 2005
When we go to Italy (on Tuesday) I will bring with me two books. One is a bilingual edition of Pinsky's translation of the Inferno (not that I can read Italian -- but it seemed like nice to have available for understanding how the poetry should sound); and the other is Dawkins' "The Ancestor's Tale". I got that on an impulse at Coliseum Books yesterday afternoon and have been reading it with enthusiasm ever since. Dawkins is such a great, engaging writer -- the one thing that puts me off about this book is how frequently he feels compelled to point out that evolution is a fact and creationism a bizarre fraud; but I recognize the necessity of his doing so. I've been thinking about re-reading the Inferno ever since my birthday -- 35 seems like a good age to look at it again. And our trip to Florence will provide a nice context.
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Friday, August 19th, 2005
As of tomorrow, Ellen nd Sylvia and I have been a family for 4 years. We adopted Sylvia from the Shanghai Children's Welfare Institute on August 20, 2001. We are celebrating with a day in the city, going to Central Park and to Lincoln Center. (Also it's Ellen's birthday soon, so it's a celebratory time of year for us.)
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Wednesday, August 17th, 2005
Today is Wednesday, the 17th of August. Next week, and the week following, I will be on vacation; we three are going to stay in Italy where we have never been before. Then I will come back home and register for classes at Columbia, where I start my Master's Degree program this fall semester.
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(Sniff also was the one to talk to the astronomer in Chapter VI, in an impressively grown-up way. I had not remembered him growing up at all. -- And in the next book, he will again be babyish.)
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Tuesday, August 16th, 2005
For bedtime stories now, we are reading Comet in Moominland, by Tove Jansson. Sylvia is really loving it, which does my heart good as the Moomin books are some of my favorites. (Previously we have read together chapters here and there from a few of the books, but this is the first one we are taking on as a complete story.) Tonight while we were reading Chapter IV, we came across one of my favorite moments involving the small animal Sniff, immediately after he escapes from the dragon whose garnets he was trying to steal: Sniff was sobbing on the ground."It's all over now," said Snufkin. "Don't cry anymore, Sniff." "The garnets," Sniff moaned. "I didn't get a single one." Snufkin sat down beside him and said kindly, "I know. But that's how it is when you start wanting to have things. Now, I just look at them, and when I go away I carry them in my head. Then my hands are always free, because I don't have to carry a suitcase." "The garnets would have gone in the rucksack," said Sniff miserably. "You don't need hands for that. It's not the same thing at all just looking at them. I want to touch them and know they're mine." This exchange is kind of a set piece in children's stories, I can't give an example but you see it quite a bit. But I think nowhere else is it done as neatly and touchingly. It reads to my ear as if Jansson knows it is a set piece and is playing with it a bit, but she is also sincerely getting her point across. What Jansson does particularly well (and what I think authors who present this exchange often fail in) is show how miserable Sniff is about not having gotten the garnets. His line, "the garnets would have gone in the rucksack -- you don't need hands for that", is just perfect. He's heard the line Snufkin is passing him before, and he's not buying it.
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At 32nd St. this morning I walked past a woman wearing a black t-shirt with a large colorful cross and the legend, "I'm Hooked on Jesus" -- as I walked to work, I thought variously of a little kid wearing a t-shirt with appropriate graphic that says "I'm Hooked on Phonics" (presumably included with the instructional kit his parents bought); a clueless 20-year-old hipster wearing a t-shirt that says "I'm Hooked on Junk"... then William Burroughs wandering around Hell's Kitchen 50 years ago with an anachronistic t-shirt that just says "HORSE" in big black letters... (The clueles hipster was not supposed to actually use heroin, he was trying to make some kind of ironic statement.) (Did I mention I'm not too fond of message t-shirts?) Did Burroughs call heroin "Horse"? I mainly remember him just calling it "Junk" but he used other names too. I was also thinking of an image of 80-year-old Burroughs in his bedroom in Kansas, visited by a visionary pegasus.
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