Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Nifty 5 : Week 1

Lately, I have come to the realization that a great deal of the knowledge that I (and people in general, thanks to the medium of the internet) have in my brain's little knowledge bank is unrelated and generally useless. These choice tidbits, however, are also pretty, well, nifty. So, in an effort to chronicle some of the useless tidbits I've acquired this week (and in subsequent weeks), I decided to write this post, entitled the "Nifty 5."

Enjoy this week's collection of completely pointless but interesting information!

1. There's a tree called the Ponderosa Pine that smells like baking cookies. Check out the article on NPR-- http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=111803772 . Also, this picture might be one of my favorite things ever. I always joke with my mom about the "NPR retiree" look, usually sported by middle-aged women, and easily confused with the "liberal English professor" look. "The look" does not answer to the fashion runways of New York or Paris, but rather remains the same. Devotees sport just-too-long, frizzy, and graying hair; flat and orthopedic brown shoes; too-long skirts with haphazard pieces of fabric dangling from them; loose, earth-toned colours; multi-coloured spectacles on a glass-bead chain; and bangles and dangly, eccentric earrings. Though our friend in this picture does not sport the "NPR chic" for Fall 2009, his wife probably does.



2. According to an article in The Economist on sex laws in America, it was illegal for willing spouses in Georgia to perform oral sex until 1996. Those found guilty were convicted of indecency and added to a list of sex offenders.

3. According to our mechanic, a modern car has more computers on it than the space shuttle that landed on the moon in 1969. Does this mean that with some minor alterations, I would be able to launch my car into space?

4. The first plane to fly across the English Channel was flown by Louis Bleriot, a Frenchman, in 1909. The Bleriot plane, which I was fortunate enough to see at the La Baule air base in France, looks frighteningly simple. Talking to Bleriot's grandson, who is now working on restoring the plane, I learned that the plane's engine not only had to be greased manually during flight with something that to me resembled a turkey-baster, but was also not able to fly more than 75 feet in the air. In addition, when Bleriot flew to the English coast, he was unable to fly over the Cliffs of Dover and thus had to fly alongside the cliffs until he found a field in which to land. Imagine flying a plane so close to the water and not being able to land, all while greasing your engine (but not too much, or the plane would fall from the sky). Wow.



5. There is a sport called "ferret legging." No joke. According to the wikipedia article, ferret legging is "an endurance test or stunt in which ferrets are trapped in pants worn by a participant." Only sober males who have removed their underwear are eligible. Participants put live ferrets inside their pants and whoever is able to keep the ferret in their pants the longest wins. "Reg Mellor, a retired miner from Barnsley, holds the world record at five hours and twenty-six minutes, a feat he achieved in 1981 at the age of 66." Apparently ferret legging is a "dying sport," though it did see a resurgence in the 1970s and in Richmond, VA, where there is an annual ferret-legging competition each year.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Things that are kind of funny when you actually stop and think about them….


The English language is both one of the most complicated and the most lovely in the world. Some words and expressions that we hear daily, however, are just, well, ridiculous. Or if not ridiculous, pretty amusing to say the least. As I was making dinner last night, I glanced wistfully at the bottle of extra virgin olive oil and giggled. Then I sat down and wrote this. This is by no means as inclusive as I would have hoped, but I did it off the top of my head so it will have to suffice.

1. Extra virgin olive oil—Extra virgin olive oil comes from the first cold pressing of the olives and has a delicate flavor and smooth finish. It’s one of my favorite foods, especially when slathered on nice warm toasted bread. However, I digress. I find the expression “extra virgin” really amusing. I mean, something’s either virgin or not. There’s not really any in between room there. I’m aware that I am projecting traditional cultural lessons regarding humans on olives, but come on, it’s true. If something is “extra virgin,” does that mean prudish? Am I drenching my bread with prudish olives?

2. Eats like a bird—A common expression often used to refer to anorexic individuals or those who seem unable to appreciate the multifarious benefits of good cuisine. What does it imply if these persons are truly “eating like birds,” however? Do they feast solely on seeds, nuts, fruits, and insects? (Perhaps this definition could be applied to vegans!) It appears not. In addition, the great majority of birds must consume twice their weight daily in food in order to stay alive. While some anorexics could consume twice their weight and not have it be considered drastic, I do not think that most people who “eat like birds” eat over 100 pounds of seeds, nuts, and berries each day. That’s just unrealistic. Also, expensive.

3. Happy as a clam—Often used to describe individuals who are particularly elated. Granted my knowledge of the emotional states of aquatic creatures is scant, but I do not believe that I have ever seen a “happy” clam. Not even a “content” or “pleased” clam. In fact, most of the clams that I have come in contact with have displayed no emotions to me. Maybe I was looking in the wrong place; most of the clams I have been acquainted with have been cooked and ready for consumption. Maybe those clams were “angry” or “irritable.” If not, I’m willing to bet that they’re probably happier elsewhere.

4. Warm and fuzzy—We all know what it feels like: it’s that happy, content, appreciated feeling. While feeling warm may be well and good, I don’t think that many people would particularly enjoy feeling fuzzy on the inside. That conjures images of moldy peaches and peculiar diseases (at least for me…). Having warm fuzzy things inside of you sounds disgusting. It’s like you’ve been eating baby rabbits or something. Ew. Now that does not make me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

This list will have to be explanded for optimal laugh value. I'll have to work on that.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Intellectual Promiscuity



There are many things that I would describe as sexy. Clavicles, shoulders, piano hands, and jaw-lines are all things that can make me swoon. The sexiest thing for me by far, however, is a brilliant mind. Just imagine a specimen in which those previously listed characteristics are aligned with a sharp mind…oh boy!

I’m a self-confessed victim of intellectual promiscuity.

I bet you think that’s pretty funny. “Intellectual Promiscuity” sounds almost like an oxymoron, except that it provokes more giggles than “jumbo shrimp.” Though I have no concrete evidence to support this claim, there are probably few people who would ever associate intellectuals or their pursuits with promiscuity. However, in my opinion and that of those lucky (this is not the appropriate word) enough to have experienced it, intellectual promiscuity is alive and well, burning as passionately as Humbert Humbert’s loins in the presence of his nymphet.

Before you laugh me off the stage, answer this question: Have you ever been attracted to someone simply because they displayed extraordinary intellectual ability? Chances are that you have. Intelligence is sexy, especially when the majority of television programs and celebrities of our age have sunk into the realm of the inane. For example, I find it terribly sexy when someone has good grammar. If I were given the choice between a steaming hot model who lacked the ability to distinguish between the “theres” and a Dungeons and Dragons warlock with good grammar, I would choose the latter. A sharp mind is not only more fun in conversation but also generally leads to success in a highly competitive work force.
So, intelligence is attractive. What of it?

For some of us, however, intellectual pursuits and our sexual desires are intimately connected. This isn’t just some crazy idea that I concocted in a drunken, sleepless stupor. It’s a legitimate theory. For example, in the short essay, “The Portrait of Mr. W.H.” the dizzyingly brilliant (and, therefore, remarkably sexy) Oscar Wilde
discusses this phenomenon that has fascinated poets and intellectuals for ages:

In 1492 appeared Marsilio Ficino’s translation of the “Symposium” of Plato, and this wonderful dialogue…began to exercise a strange influence over men, and to color their words and thoughts, and manner of living. In its subtle suggestions of sex in the soul, in the curious analogies it draws between intellectual enthusiasm and the physical passion of love, in its dream of the incarnation of the Idea in a beautiful and living form, and of a real spiritual conception with a travail and a bringing to birth, there was something that fascinated the poets and scholars of the sixteenth century. (39).

There is something infinitely powerful about the union of two minds. Vigorous discussion and debate are not only intellectually stimulating but can take on an almost sexual passion, as individuals strive to prove their points and nail their opponent to the wall. The excitation of the mind, the activity it generates, and the pleasure experienced when you either prove a point or come to a conclusion of the debate can be as pleasant as time spent with a loved one. In my experience, I feel closer bonds of attraction and / or friendship with those whom I have engaged with on an intellectual level than mere acquaintances. Not only do we share a bond of friendship (from hanging out, procrastinating, and doing generally silly things), but we also share the spiritual bond that arises from truly picking someone’s mind apart.

There are several additional reasons that support this theory. Scientists have suggested that the human enjoyment of “the chase” or “the search” is a remnant from our hunting and gathering days when “the chase” was a necessary part of survival. This could account for the pleasure we get from “the chase” when we try to win or achieve something, or when we are interested in someone sexually. It’s the same thing in intellectual pursuit. The search for evidence to prove a theory or make a point is as exhilarating as the achievement of the goal—a sort of intellectual orgasm, if you will.

In addition, this could further support the idea that I looked at in my previous post: that intellectuals are less likely to be in relationships. It makes sense. If you’re getting an almost sexual pleasure from the work you do on an intellectual level, there’s less of a chance that you’ll be going out on the prowl for hot young things. (Note: This is also a result of being locked up in a dark room surrounded by papers and books, your eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and your body covered in highlighter ink. Individuals who look like a biology textbook are also less likely to be attractive to the opposite sex). In many ways, the search for knowledge and intellectual closure can take the place of a relationship. It’s a full time job.

So, in conclusion, it’s only natural that we should be attracted to those who we can connect with on an intellectual as well as a physical level. After all, both intellectual pursuits and physical ones are enjoyable by themselves. Just imagine if you combine the two!

Congratulations! You are now officially intellectually promiscuous.

Wilde, Oscar. The Collected Oscar Wilde. Barnes and Noble Books, New York: 2007.

Friday, June 26, 2009

The manifold beneifts of Spontaneity

The other day I was pleased to receive another letter from my friend, with whom I have been corresponding since the beginning of the summer. Now, I'm a great fan of writing letters. Even as a little girl, I loved receiving, reading, and writing letters. Now, as I work through my college years, I have not lost the desire to write or receive letters and was glad to find people who shared my sentiments. There's nothing that makes me feel better than getting a nice, long letter in the mail and poring over it with a good cup of tea at your side.

One thing we've gotten to talk about is how both of us are overly thoughtful when it comes to even the tiniest and most "natural" things. When I say "thoughful," I mean that we think about things way too much. In his last letter, he said something that struck me in particular. I had said something about trying to be more spontaneous over this past school year, and he said, "Sometimes I wonder if people like us are actually capable of being truly spontaneous."

I got thinking and it's true. It's probably not possible. When I'm more spontaneous, I have to consciously think about being more spontaneous. It doesn't come naturally. Perhaps that's just the first step on a long journey of becoming less obsessively overly-thoughful. I always enjoy when I'm freer with myself; I end up having a good time and spending great moments with fantastic people. So, why can't I just let myself live and not overanalyze every little detail?

The other day, I was reading a somewhat distressing article about objectively "intelligent" people. Apparently it's more difficult for "intelligent" people to be in a relationship. Now, I'm not bragging. I'm not saying that I'm particularly intelligent. However, I am in the honors program of a good college and I do very, very well. I can definitely sympathize with this claim; I have never been in a relationship or really had the chance of being in one and the majority of my honors colleagues appear sexually frustrated and disfunctional.

I can totally see how that would be the case though, for three main reasons:

1. Smart people can be intimidating.

2. Smart people are often preoccupied with their studies or their work, most of them being obsessively compulsive freaks like myself. Therefore, there is little time for fun and games or when the chance arises, they feel out of place or afraid.

3. Smart people tend to apply logic to everything. It has never failed them. However, in the matters of the heart, nothing is logical, based on a hypothesis, or predictable. Things happen on the spur of the moment. A lot of people can't handle that.

So, intelligent people are basically screwed unless they can lighten up a little bit.

Something to work on for the future...

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Hilariously embarrassing moments from my non-existent journalistic career :)



As many of my friends know, next week my house will be torn apart by 20 union workers with sledgehammers and saws in our co-op's unappreciated efforts to replace the heating systems in all 150 apartments. My father is a professor and a journalist with a love for piles of newspaper clippings which have obscured our view of the floor for the past 10 years or more, my mother is a packrat, and I'm sentimental. The best way to describe the way the apartment looks right now is this chilling metaphor: it looks like a bomb went off in a library. Terrifying, nyet?

One fun / kind of scary thing that I've been doing for the past few days has been sifting through all my papers, treasures, toys, and schoolwork from the past 15-odd years or so. Aside from conjuring the specter of my Pokemon and Beanie-Baby loving 7 and 8 year old self, I have also come across piles and piles of my old writing--from age 6 to present day.

I have always entertained the idea of becoming a writer or a journalist and, boy, does it show in my piles of paper. I've found everything from vintage editions of the "Morning Herald" newspaper with such stirring headlines as "Everyone gets a piggy bank" with a fuzzy Polaroid picture of a piggy bank and "The Case of Lilac Cottage" (my hilarious attempt to rewrite Nancy Drew, in which almost every character suffers from narcolepsy), to "Millie" my first award-winning story about a girl who finds a wild horse and draft upon draft of my work in progress, "Fred Astaire and Gingers Rogers," a biographical and historical exploration of the Golden Age of Hollywood and Broadway.

I would like to share some of the choicest tidbits of my blossoming writing career which surfaced after much dust-filled searching.

I cannot believe I am posting these things on the Internet. Wow.

*DIRECTLY QUOTED PASSAGES:

1. These are some real oldies from when I was...gasp...6, with original spelling and punctuation and breathtaking illustrations that you unfortunately can't see. I was apparently training to be in the GDR's Stasi (see part d).

(a) Once there was a pony She was nice. Her friend was the same but nicer
(b) Once there wrere some bugs. and a lady who wanted to kill them But they got away She was angy. and they lived happyaly over aater
(c) I want to Be a mom when I grow up am going to be 18 when i do it I will have 3 girls and 2 Boys.
(d) 5/3/96: On grandma's block I saw some suspicious teenagers. There was a chinese man with a german Shepherd. he looked like he was about to vandalize a car. There was a woman sneaking around the bushes. she might rob the house.

2. A remarkably stirring tale of man meeting nature. Third grade.

Do Turkeys wear tennis shoes? You wouldn't believe me, but it's true: one day I was walking down the block and I saw a turkey. not just any turkey, a tennis-shoe wearing turkey! So I followed it until it turned a corner and went into a shoe store. It came out with 3 boxes of shoes! When it sat in the park on bench, I sat next to it, but I fell asleep. When I woke up it was gone and I never saw it again!

3. You know you want to send this to your Valentine. So sexy. I don't understand the punctuation...

I ate so much Valentine candy that I...got bigger and bigger and bigger that I burst and then I went like a rocket to the moon and never came down. I loved the star playground, but I got hit by a space rock and got a broken leg.

4. An attempt at holiday-themed poetry. This is perhaps the most disturbing of all. I don't have any idea what was going through my head when I wrote this. I did not know about sex at the time, so I have no f*cking idea...

On Thanksgiving, I saw a turkey and told it I loved it. And it said it loved me the same. So we went into the oven together and then we came out.

*SUMMARIES:

5. "Remember Me, Darling" was my early teenage attempt at a musical-screenplay-romance. I actually got like 40 pages in and had staged and choreographed the whole thing. It follows the story of two dancers in the 1930s who make it big on Broadway and fall in love. Kind of dull, but lots of fun. Later on, I also had a prose version of the story which was told from the viewpoint of my male character who is apparently sexually-frustrated, angst-filled, and OCD (projection? methinks yes. lol).

6. "The Social Effects of Stupidity" chronicles my rude awakening to the outside world where people are apathetic and do stupid things. The study is conducted through a series of angry and superior yet witty vignettes about my encounters with human irrationality. I did this in 7th grade. I think I had a problem.

7. "Gone with the Night" borders on a romance novel and serves as a particularly disturbing example of my sexually-frustrated-all-girls-high-school self. It oscillates between impressionistic descriptions of friendship and youth in the 1950's English countryside and sheer fantasy. Funny thing is that none of these trite observations come from experience, but other reading. My friend described this as "borderline erotica." Nicely (I think) written, but soooo embarrassing:

[The main male character makes a move...]

"A sudden desire swelled up in my breast. I turned to look at her and inclined my head towards the white of her neck. My lips brushed against her flesh. She was evidently shocked. At first her body went rigid, as she emitted a quick and barely audible gasp. The porcelain of her complexion was now flushed with the slightest blush, whisper-pink like a rosebud. I could no longer help myself; my lips had a mind of their own, gently moving up the contours of her neck, inhaling the scent of linen and roses that emanated from her skin. Her body was no longer stiff, but soft and willing, and she turned her face towards mine, her eyes closed, her breathing even. Our lips met."

8. "Mystery of Lilac Cottage" is still one of my favorites. I actually got about 60 pages in. The story is of Susan Drew, the cousin of Nancy Drew, who embarks on a mystery shockingly like Nancy Drew's "The Mystery of Lilac Inn." Every chapter has at least one incident of someone either getting bludgeoned over the head or fainting. Isabelle aptly re-named this early literary triumph "The Narcoleptic Mysteries."

9. "The James Potter Mysteries" are equally amusing and shockingly similar to the Sherlock Holmes stories. I was not aware that Harry Potter's father's name was James Potter, as I had not yet read the first 2 books in the series out at the time. If I ever try to publish this, J.K. Rowling will obviously have to sue me.

Maybe I'll become a writer someday. I'm still writing, with good success. You can check out some of my newspaper work at my other blog, watchthebirdsvermont.blogspot.com. Until then, I'll keep sifting through my embarrassing, yet smile-inducing attempts at writing from long ago.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Comrade Obama and the "Muslim Nation"



Could America really be shifting towards a socialist state?

Under Barack Obama's oversight, it just might be.

With the government's takeover of General Motors, we have now nationalized one of America's biggest car companies. Obama's government has slowly taken more control over the average American's daily life, from setting a standard for car emissions to deciding what kind of cars Americans will buy, and deciding what will be done with the American taxpayer's money in an astonishingly wasteful stimulus plan.

Here are just a few examples of the most egregious incidents of wasteful spending under the new stimulus package, as discussed by Sean Hannity (http://www.pddnet.com/news-ap-list-of-101-most-egregious-wastes-of-stimulus-mone-053009/) :

"Number 39 comes to us from the State of Mississippi where $475,000 will be spent on beaver management and control. Our own Griff Jenkins got to see this up close and to us it looks like a lot of fun with dynamite.

"Number 38 is a $3.8 million stimulus project for Rochester, New York. Now get this, it's to extend art walk, the city's outdoor museum and their sidewalk art trail.

"Nebraska checks in with number 36, $500,000 of your tax dollars will fund a 10 foot wide one mile wide concrete walking trail that will connect the Wilderness Park Trail and the Bob White Trail. Let's see, a half a million for a short cut?

"Number 35 might sting a little where $1.7 million of your tax dollars will go to researching honeybees at a lab in Weslaco, Texas. We all know that bees are important, but you know what, they've been around for let's say, millions of years. Maybe they can wait before we aren't running these huge deficits before they get more of our money.

"Number 34 really makes no sense at all. New Jersey getting $1.3 million in stimulus to stabilize a bridge that the town is planning to tear down anyway.

"Kansas takes the number 33 spot with $580,000 earmark for karnal bunt research. Yes, I said karnal bunt. It's a fungal disease on wheat which studies have shown poses zero health risk to humans or animals.

"And finally, number 30 takes us to the State of Washington, the Evergreen State will receive $47 million in stimulus money to deepen 103 miles of the Columbia River, making it 43 feet deep instead of 40 feet deep. Now, that sounds like a shovel-ready job."

Aside from these somewhat amusing, yet ridiculously wasteful, plans for *your* money, Obama referred to America as a "Muslim nation."

Um, what?

While there are certainly many Muslims in America who are active and beneficial members of society, the last time I checked, America was a predominantly Christian nation built upon Judeo-Christian values. When I say that, I do not mean to imply that Christianity is or should be the state religion of the United States. Even though our values are built upon a Judeo-Christian premisis, I am sure that the founding fathers did not want to exclude other religions but, rather, to ensure freedom for people of all faiths. However, I think it is both rash and childish to say that America is a "Muslim nation," especially when that remark comes from an individual who repeatedly downplayed his own Muslim heritage (calling his Muslim parents "atheists" and playing up his Christian identity) during the campaign and who has now become a "Muslim-American" once in office. For one thing, Obama's claim is just factually incorrect. It is estimated that the number of Muslims in the United States is between 3 and 5 million at most (http://www.islam101.com/history/population2_usa.html). Another poll says that the United States is 83% Christian (http://abcnews.go.com/sections/us/DailyNews/beliefnet_poll_010718.html). A Muslim nation, indeed, oh great leader.

In another disturbing comment related to our head of state, Hugo Chavez of Venezuela recently accused Obama of being more far-left politically than he is:

"'Hey, Obama has just nationalized nothing more and nothing less than General Motors. Comrade Obama! Fidel, careful or we are going to end up to his right,' Reuters quotes Chavez joking on a national TV broadcast." (http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,525055,00.html)

I don't think I like where this is going.

Watch out, America. It's going to be a bumpy four years.

Monday, June 1, 2009

I love when I'm in these moods! ^_^

OK. So I've been feeling super-energetic for the past few days, which is a welcome change from my usual state of summer apathy. Driven into states of incredible philosophical angst by my lack of communication with the outside world, I guess my energies have been refocused: I planted and fenced in my entire garden and some flower boxes, I've started ironing a pile of mmy mom's old shirts like it was my job, I'm basically a cleaning freak, and I am planning on painting the living room during the week. I'm aiming for a really light hue of sage green which should play nicely off of the couch and the curtains. I've also started a new little fitness regime which should keep me fit and have the added benefit of keeping me sane. It's my goal to walk five or six miles a day (maybe an hour or two) and to do some yoga and stretching in the evenings. So, far I've been doing it for about a week and I already feel so much better.

So, no angsty ponderous article for today. I have a wall to paint.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

The power of the deferral to expertise and what it says about human nature

Over the past few days, I've immersed myself into the world and psychology of art forgery. No, I have not retreated to my attic with some 17th century canvases and vintage pigments in hopes of turning out Old Masters, a la Charles Bouchet in How to Steal a Million. Nor have I followed in the steps of renowned English forger, John Myatt, who's "Monets," "Miros," and "Rembrants" earned him a reputation as a lovable art crook.

Fresh from a class on the physics of light and the chemistry of art, I picked up a rather interesting book at the library entitled The Forger's Spell by Edward Dolnick, published in 2008. The book interested me on three main accounts: first, it was about a forger of Vermeer, my favourite artist; second, it was an history set in Nazi Europe, a subject in which I have particular interest; third and finally, it detailed the compelling story of one of the most notorious and (oddly) successful art forgers in history, Han van Meegeren, a Dutch artist of little renown who sent the highest echelons of Holland's art world into a spin in the 1940s.

Dolnick narrates the story with ease and tact, weaving from van Meegeren's arrest as a suspected supporter of the Dutch Nazi party in 1945, through his painstaking measures to produce a veritable "17th century Vermeer" (he completed 7 "Vermeers," all which sold for astronomical prices to a willing audience. "Christ with the Woman Taken in Adultery" sold to the Nazis' second-after-Hitler, Herman Goering, who acquired it in exchange for 173 priceless paintings), the startling approbation of art critics and laypeople all over the world, and, finally, in van Meegeren's trial and conviction as a "genius" of a forger.


A Vermeer? Um, apparently.

I was both surprised and intrigued to see that The New York Times ran two articles on the van Meegeren scandal this week. I have posted links to parts one and two of the articles below:

http://morris.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/05/27/bamboozling-ourselves-part-1/?scp=3&sq=van%20meegeren&st=cse

http://morris.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/05/28/bamboozling-ourselves-part-2/

All the best experts looked at these paintings and almost all of them fell, and fell hard, for what even the most naive art student would immediately identify as poor effigies of Vermeers, compared to Girl with a Pearl Earring or The Milkmaid. They cried, "Masterpiece!," "Astounding!", "the triumph of Vermeer's career and the most sincere outpouring of his soul!" And everyone followed suit. There were no tests conducted, no questions asked (save, how much?), and van Meegeren got caught only when he turned himself in (even that went over badly. The officials scoffed at him for daring to claim that he could paint a masterpiece that only Vermeer's rare skill could execute). In short, he got them.
And he got them good.

What does this say about human nature?

Well, first of all we are often trapped in our deferral to expertise. If an "expert" says something, chances are we will believe them. Second, we believe what we want to believe. If you find a priceless work of art, you want to believe it's real. In the words of Edward Dolnick in his interview with The Times,

"How could it be that when you’re going to lay out $10 million for a painting, you don’t test it beforehand? And the answer is that you don’t test it because, at the point of being about to buy it, you’re in love! You’ve found something. It’s going to be the high mark of your collection; it’s going to be the making of you as a collector. You finally found this great thing. It’s available, and you want it. You want it to be real. You don’t want to have someone let you down by telling you that the painting isn’t what you think it is. It’s like being newly in love. Everything is candlelight and wine. Nobody hires a private detective at that point. It’s only years down the road when things have gone wrong that you say, “What was I thinking? What’s going on here?” The collector and the forger are in cahoots. The forger wants the collector to snap it up, and the collector wants it to be real."

Third, this is a cautionary tale about the value of a name. People love brands. They love big names. They love celebrities. It's a central part of human nature. When van Meegeren introduced his most successful forgery, "Christ at Emmaus" under his name, people scoffed and called it "sentimental," insipid, and lacking in depth. When he presented it as a Vermeer, it was hailed as the masterpiece of Vermeer's career. Is it any surprise that Han van Meegeren was bitter? What a slap in the face! To be rejected as yourself but hailed as someone else!

Just something to think about...

Friday, May 22, 2009

The Tyranny of the Majority and Why the World Needs a Wake-Up Call-------Part One


America's got problems. Lots of them. Particularly the loathness of its citizens to break away from the fold and voice their opinions.

The generalized sense of American apathy is not, by any means, a recent development. Political theorist, Alexis de Tocqueville warned of the negative effects of American democratic equality, saying that it reduces everyone to a state of commom mediocrity. John Stuart Mill hits the nail on the head when he speaks of the tyranny of prevailing thought and opinion that stifles free exression and diversion from the norm in society.

John Stuart Mill, in his treatise On Liberty, speaks of the importance of human diversity and individuality, which he posits as the foundations for a truly just and effective society. In spite of their obvious and manifold benefits, Mill argues that certain modern tendencies and conditions endanger the very existence of human individuality and diversity of thought and practice, which form the backbone of our intellectual and political culture. The potential loss of human individuality and diversity threatens to cultivate a “tyranny of the majority” in a society that “is itself the tyrant…over the individuals who compose it” (Mill, 4). In order to counter modern society’s spiraling downfall into “the despotism of custom” (Mill, 67), Mill suggests the promotion of eccentricity and various “experiments in living” (Mill, 54) amongst individuals.

As progressive beings, capable of rationalization and reflection, individuals have the opportunity to express ideas, debate concepts, and, through their dissension, discover and defend truths in order to foster justice in society. Vigorous debate and “intelligent deviation” (Mill, 57) from the norm not only require individuals to question, reconsider, and prove their beliefs in order to find the truth, but also to foster the self-development of the individual. A society that encourages debate and dissension engenders true freedom of thought and expression.

Modern society, however, threatens to dismantle Mill’s ideal system of debate and “intelligent deviation,” in favor of the tyranny of the majority of “prevailing thought and feeling” (Mill, 4). In On Liberty, Mill addresses the major problem of the “effect of custom” (Mill, 5). The tyranny in modern society is not necessarily political or cultural, but manifests itself in the domination of “prevailing thought and feeling” (Mill, 4), that shapes individuals and that can stifle individuality. Under the influence of the prevailing opinions in society, individuals, in an effort to conform to society’s standards of right and wrong, lose their individuality and become servile and apathetic. Whereas individuals in Mill’s ideal society concern themselves with the search for truth and justice through debate and discussion, modern individuals—if, indeed, Mill would even call them that—occupy themselves with conforming to a pre-determined and unquestioned societal mould. Such a society imperils freedom through the deadening force of stagnancy and imitation.

Advertising and pop-art and their effects upon the consumer are manifestations of the negative effects of modernity upon society and the individual. In “From Hero to Celebrity: A Human Pseudo-Event,” Daniel Boorstin discusses the redefinition of fame and the hero in modern society. A modern celebrity, he argues, “is someone who is known for his well-knownness;” “his qualities—or rather his lack of qualities—illustrate our particular problems. He is neither good nor bad, great nor petty. He is the human psycho-event” (Boorstin, 57). Whereas celebrities and heroes in previous years were noted for their heroic qualities, merit, intellect, or admirable deeds, celebrities are famous simply for their fame. Celebrities are the “receptacles into which we pour our own purposelessness” (Boorstin, 60). Pop-art and advertisements are the children of modern society as a machine which produces multiple images of itself, in hopes of trying to banish ironic frustrations and fill a void that yearns for individuals who can fit the extravagant expectations of human greatness (Boorstin, 76). This need transforms into an unending discourse on the self and on the different elements of society, a monologue of self-reverence and self- reference. In a similar vein, Guy Debord's "Society of the Spectacle" speaks of the spectacle as that which lies in “the world’s loss of unity” and which becomes the common language “that bridges this division” (Debord, 22). The divisions united by the spectacle are the world and the (superior) self-representation held up to the world. The spectators make up the “world” category and are united in their isolation by the common thread of the spectacle, but still remain isolated on account of the nature of the modern society. The individuals who have seen and shared the experience of a spectacle, which I would like to define not only as an event but as an image or any work of “art,” are united in their common experience or recognition, and in their shared alienation from the object.

Thus, due to a lack of communication, useful dissent, and active debate in society individuals are both united in their ignorance and inability to break from the prevailing tyranny of opinion, and also isolated in their massification on account of a lack of communication and social engagement.

Mill speaks of the importance of active participation in society, which is the only way for the individual to gain ground against the tyranny of the majority. Under the yoke of “dull and torpid assent” (Mill, 39), individuality and diversity disappear or are stamped out by a prevailing school of thought that discourages dissent, which it deems dangerous to the social fabric. Often times the prevailing opinion in society, as a mere consequence of it being established, has not been questioned for a long period of time and has thus been banished into Mill’s realm of dead dogmas. Thus, members of the society’s majority refuse to pay heed to dissent “because they are sure that it is false [and] assume that their certainty is the same thing as absolute certainty” (Mill, 17). As Mill clarifies, “there is the greatest difference between presuming an opinion to be true because, with every opportunity for contesting it, it has not been refuted and assuming its truth for the truth of not permitting its refutation” (Mill, 18). In this way, the accepted mores in a fixed society become specters of their former selves because they remain unquestioned. “Instead of a vivid conception and a living belief,” we learn, “there remain only a few phrases retained by rote [of social beliefs]; or, if any part, the shell and the husk only of the meaning is retained, the finer essence being lost” (Mill, 38). Modern society operates according to a system of outdated and unquestioned beliefs that, because they have not been examined and reevaluated, have lost any value or meaning for individuals and that have become no more than empty words upon which we have built our society and our system of mores.

Because individuals in a static society are not encouraged to question the system, they fall into a fixed and unevaluated pattern of thought and behavior which stems from society’s influence and denial of minority opinions. Modern society’s discouragement of the questioning of its tenets and principles creates indifference and apathy in individuals. Rather than being inquisitive and finding their own path, individuals become part of society’s collective mediocrity, which Mill refers to as “the ascendant power among mankind” (Mill, 63). Instead of diverse forms of human association, members of society, because they fail to challenge public opinion, fall into “‘the deep slumber of a decided opinion’” (Mill, 41). Governments play upon the massification of individuals and act as organs of the tendencies of the masses. Once this state of intellectual and political stupor has been established, individuals lose their ability to self-actualize and are reduced to “ape-like” imitation (Mill, 56).

In order to counter the dangerous effects of massification, Mill proposes the remedy of unfettered freedom of thought and expression, including the nurturing of eccentricity and the formation of “experiments of living,” to encourage and preserve individuality and diversity, for “no one’s idea of excellence in conduct is that people should do absolutely nothing but copy one another” (Mill, 55). Individuals, Mill asserts, must be willing to question the authority of decided opinions and to reexamine their beliefs and practices in order to reach the greatest good and utility for the society at large. Mill’s “experiments of living” form the backbone in his plan for a healthy society, for “as it is useful that while mankind is imperfect there should be different opinions, so is it that there should be different experiments of living; that free scope should be given to varieties of character…and that the worth of different modes of life should be proved practically” (Mill, 54). Mill places great importance on the practical and utilitarian aspects of different approaches, for it is only through alternative forms of association that we can sufficiently examine the tenets we hold dear in society. In addition to sampling various ideologies and ways of life in hopes of finding the true and just path, Mill also advocates trust in reason and logic. People, he says, “should exercise their understandings, and [realize] that an intelligent following of custom, or even occasionally an intelligent deviation from custom, is better than a blind and simply mechanical adhesion to it” (Mill, 57). Individuals must be willing to follow where reason and study lead them, in spite of the potential consequences they might have to endure on account of society’s disapproval. The interpretation of experience through mature human rational faculties allows individuals to free themselves from society’s overweening influence and to progress as free-thinking beings. It is a citizen’s duty to be an active participant in society, a role which requires an individual to know and be able to justify not merely the nuances and intricacies of his own belief, but also the opinions of his opponents, so that he may arrive at the greatest good for society.

Mill attaches such great importance to individuality because it acts as the check on prevailing opinions and the effects of custom, which he sees as threats to individual liberty and self-realization. The vivifying influence of diversity frees the minds of individuals and allows them to be better educated and more valuable participants in society. Freed from the yoke of blind adhesion to a school of thought and a general state of mental apathy, the mind is allowed to flourish and to seek the just and the true. This is why, Mill asserts, citizens should be active and constantly strive to find the better option for their society. In this way, both the individual and the society benefit from the fruits of rational deduction and the careful reassessment of mores and ideals.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

I have this playlist on repeat :)

The other day as I was sitting on my couch trying to cope with my extraordinarily low rate of productivity after two weeks of exams and marathon paper-writing, I decided to make a summer playlist. Some of the songs remind me of summer, some just seem appropriate, others are just things that I like listening to and have added to every playlist. The playlist is entitled “Summer in the City—Cleavage, Cleavage, Cleavage,” a tribute to Regina Spektor’s “Summer in the City” (on the list!) and I will have it playing on loop until I get tired of it. So there!

2.99 Cent Blues— Regina Spektor
All My Loving—The Beatles
Ask—The Smiths
Back of a Truck—Regina Spektor
Beautiful Child—Rufus Wainwright
Beautiful Day—U2
Better— Regina Spektor
Black Horse and the Cherry Tree—K.T. Turnstall
The Boy with a Thorn in His Side—The Smiths
Cable Car—The Fray
Changes—David Bowie
China Girl—David Bowie
Come Back from San Francisco—The Magnetic Fields
Dancing Queen--ABBA
Death and All His Friends—Coldplay
The District Sleeps Alone Tonight—The Postal Service
Does Your Mother Know That You’re Out—ABBA
Don’t Stop Believin’ –Journey
Fidelity— Regina Spektor
Five Years—David Bowie
Flyin’—Regina Spektor
Folding Chair—Regina Spektor
Friday I’m in Love—The Cure
Gimme, gimme, gimme!—ABBA
Grace Kelly—Mika
Greek Song—Rufus Wainwright
Heroes—David Bowie
Honey, Honey—ABBA
I Believe—Spring Awakening
I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)—The Proclaimers
I’m Yours—Jason Mraz
In Your Eyes—Peter Gabriel
Jack and Diane—John Cougar
Just Like Heaven—The Cure
The Kid—Peter, Paul, and Mary
Knees of My Heart—Jimmy Buffet
Knock ‘Em Out—Lily Allen
La lettre—Renan Luce
Language—Scott Matthews
Lay All Your Love on Me—ABBA
Les Voisines—Renan Luce
Let’s Dance—David Bowie
Letter to Hermione—David Bowie
Like a Prayer—Madonna
Livin’ on a Prayer—Bon Jovi
Lollipop--Mika
Love is Strange—Mickey and Sylvia
Love Story—Taylor Swift
Mamma Mia--ABBA
Mercy—Duffy
My Junk—Spring Awakening
Mysterious Ways—U2
Neighborhood #1—The Arcade Fire
On the Radio— Regina Spektor
One Two Three Four—Feist
Our Last Summer—ABBA
Rebel Rebel—David Bowie
Release the Stars—Rufus Wainwright
The Remedy—Jason Mraz
Rock and Roll Suicide—David Bowie
Rum and Coca-Cola—The Andrews Sisters
The Scientist—Coldplay
She Is—The Fray
Soda Shop—Jay Brannan
Something in the Air—David Bowie
Sometimes You Can’t Make it on Your Own—U2
The Song of Purple Summer—Spring Awakening
SOS—ABBA
Strawberry Swing—Coldplay
Summer in the City—Regina Spektor
Super Trouper—ABBA
Take a Chance on Me—ABBA
That’s Not My Name—The Tings Tings
Under Pressure—David Bowie
Vertigo—U2
Wandering Days Are Over—Belle and Sebastian
We Are the Dead—David Bowie
You Don’t Know Me—Ben Folds and Regina Spektor

Sunday, May 17, 2009

I have actually resolved to update this every other day for the summer! Woo!

I think I might finally be getting into the groove of summer after the stress of final exams and moving out, which was more tedious and time consuming than I would have hoped. Let’s just put it this way: I did not sleep the night before moving out, my parents were late, we have a very small car, and I was sure that I had done more packing than I actually had. If that doesn’t sound like a recipe for disaster, I don’t know what does. Well, after exactly 48 hours, I had all my stuff cluttering the living room and the unpacking began so that we could put things into storage. Thankfully, I have managed to find the majority of my belongings and I can now see the floor once more. Truly a momentous achievement!

I celebrated the end of exams and the banishment of my boxes with a long-overdue trip to the Met with Alex. We must have wandered through the labyrinthine galleries for about 4 and half hours. Step one was to throw away the floor plan and get lost, starting with Greek and Roman Galleries, followed by the Modern, European Paintings, Egyptian, American, Storage, and concluding in the newly- and beautifully-renovated Medieval Wing. It suffices to say that after being cooped up indoors writing papers for 2 weeks, we were both exhausted by the end of the day.

Now, being the migratory creature that I am, I am up in the Green Mountains readjusting to the decidedly cooler temperatures (it’s supposed to freeze tonight) and bucolic atmosphere. I have yet to find a job—a task which I had not anticipated on account of my belief that I’d be studying abroad for the summer. We’ll see what happens. Right now, I’m just biding my time and spending lots of time in my garden, weather-permitting, and my extensive and self-assigned summer reading list.

All in all, life is pretty good. It’s nice and quiet up here, Vermont has no cases of swine flu, the weather is gorgeous, and I’m free to do as I please. Granted I am rather lonely, being used to the constant swirl of people at school and not having any friends my own age up here. However, I’ve been using this time to rediscover the little pleasures in life. I bought myself some peach-infused black tea and teddy grahams (which are very exciting indeed, especially when paired together), I’ve been biking every day, I’m hoping to start doing yoga again, I finished some great books, I’m going to start writing my column and stories any day now, I have a list of people who I am resolved to write and send letters to, and I’m slowly but surely planning and executing my garden for the year. A new thrift shop opened up in the village, which I am terribly excited to check out. In addition, I found this fantastic new CD of Celtic music (yes, I’m crazy. I know) with an interesting mix of techno, Riverdance-esque rhythms, and traditional bagpipe and flute airs. It’s basically amazing and I’ll be playing it on loop. I have also resolved to actually keep this blog updated with both my mundane daily activities and my musings regarding art, philosophy, politics, etc which might prove interesting to those who prove patient enough to read them. So, stay tuned...

Summer Reading for 2009

Once again, in an effort to feel useful over the course of the summer months, I have come up with a tentative reading list to keep me occupied and my mind from becoming a ball of mush. (Only an honors student would be mentally unstable enough to assign herself work…good Lord). Depending on my mood and time constraints, this list will in evitably change but since I enjoy the fun of making lists, why not give it a shot early?

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
I read Everything is Illuminated last summer and enjoyed it a great deal. I had meant to read this book for about a year so I finally stole it from Marisa and got it done. It was very good, in spite of my not being used to the post-modernist writing style. However, I admit that I was disappointed; I felt like the end was a cop-out and that nothing had really progressed. I’d recommend it, though. Maybe I missed something along the way…

Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
I recently discovered the work of Neil Gaiman on the recommendation of a good friend who lent me Fragile Things. I read American Gods and Coraline a few weeks ago and, being captivated by his work and talent, have decided to read through his other things. I actually finished this last night and liked it a great deal. Lots of good and surprising plot twists!

Tom Jones by Henry Fielding
I’m curious. I want to live vicariously through one of the so-called lewdest books in the history of literature. Judge me. I don’t care.

Kim by Rudyard Kipling
Another thing I always meant to get to but never did. I feel like after my history class from this past semester, I will be much more interested in the mentality / portrayal of British Imperialism.

Mary Barton by Elizabeth Gaskell
I picked this up at a library trash sale last summer and never got around to reading it. I read Wives and Daughters and Cranford last summer and loved both, so I am sure this will not disappoint.

Emma by Jane Austen
It’s disgraceful that I haven’t read this yet. I’m a terrible person.

Death in Venice and Other Stories by Thomas Mann
My lit class read “Tonio Kroger” this past semester, which I enjoyed immensely. I might as well red the other 6 stories in the book…

Out of Africa by Karen Blixen
The book that inspired the film Out of Africa, this is another book I have meant to read forever. I started it a few months ago and loved it so I need to get back to it.

Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
This is the only book that I actually have to read this summer. I have to abridge it for TOP by the fall and it would probably be a good idea if I were to read it beforehand. I’ve seen a modern (and frankly awful) production of it, but I never got around to reading it. Guess I will now.

This is just the bare bones list of what I'll probably end up reading, but it's a start!