Saturday, April 30, 2011

For Sayers: Royal Wedding Hats

Worst hat at the Royal Wedding. It's actually vaguely reminiscent of the Middletons' brand new coat of arms. I also hate the blue hat (there were a couple of these canoe hats, as the Fug Girls call them, floating around).

Here's one of my favorites:


That is, besides the green hat that was the crowd choice at our little party. Thing is, pictures of hats from the Royal Wedding are sort of hard to find, since I don't actually know who any of these famous British people are!

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Rant

I don't even have sufficient energy to properly rant. Let's just say yesterday was the first time I've led a discussion with drunk people in it (it was Georgetown Day). Sr. Margarita Aloysius is a Georgetown grad and comforted me kindly and told me not to take it personally (I do! Do these kids just not sufficiently love learning?!). My thoughts on Georgetown Day: put it on a weekend or cancel school that day, but do not make the poor teachers compete with the alcohol.

The kids were sitting there during discussion trying not to get the good kids, who do love learning, to ask any more questions so that the class would be dismissed early. And of course, they were whispering loudly to each other. At one moment, I had to intervene, because a pencil was being threatened to be chucked across the whole room over my head during the class. At another moment the class turned to watch a guy fall down the steps, and then they all laughed. Laughed. Who responds that way to seeing someone in pain?

As my first section filtered out, I learned an important lesson: there is an outfit for day drinking. I asked one of my students if he was going to play some sort of sport afterward (he was wearing mesh shorts and a cheap sleeveless jersey--something you might wear for an intramural game of some sort). The whole class started laughing. One of my students took pity on me and explained after everyone else had gone that this is the day drinking uniform.

All I have to say is that I hope that someday I'm a professor and I get to throw students out of my class for smelling of beer (I've actually never seen whole bodies smelling of beer in this way before this) or even for wearing the day drinking uniform (not classroom appropriate by any stretch).

Ezra Pound

Whatever else may be said about him, the man had quite a sense of style:




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Friday, April 29, 2011

Guest Blog: Ilana: How to Make a Girl's Day

I received this text message from my friend this morning: "So when I was watching some of the royal wedding this morning I thought of you...And how I could totally see a future royal wedding with you and prince Harry ;)"
Two kisses on the balcony!: "The kisses are not rehearsed--we just let them occur naturally, and they occurred naturally twice." --one of the wedding organizers
"This was a very human wedding." --silly commentator
The address: Weddings are all about hope. So true.

Also: "Chaucer, the London poet..." (Really? He needs to explain that?)
Moment of stress--barely got the ring on!
I like Kate's dress--thankfully less modest than past royal wedding dresses (I'm tired of turtlenecks with long sleeves). Also: there are loads of trees in the chapel! They turned the abbey into a forest.
"We had no clue. Well, I had a clue, but no one else had a clue, what her dress would be like." --silly commentators
Just saw our acquaintance who's going to the wedding on tv! Also: these hats are amazing.
Our first guests have arrived! In pajamas and hats and with a bigger coffee maker! Hopkins and Myrna!

Royal Wedding

Guys: not sure what liveblogging is, but I'm going to try it! Oh my word: Lots of women are wearing cream! I wouldn't have expected that, because it's so close to white. I would say that cream is out for most non-Royal Weddings. 5:11--I am awake and in front of the television! On the other hand, Stearns just tried to speak to me, which didn't exactly go well...

Arena - T.S. Eliot (BBC)



Eliot gave Valerie red roses every day! And an emerald for an engagement ring! This is fascinating--what a romantic!

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Quote

"She was going to marry for love, so of course she married an equestrian."

--A BBC documentary on past Royal Weddings, referring to Princess Ann

Politics and Religion

Georgetown's political science graduate student association has been doing a good job of late at promoting inter-subfield discussions on topics of interest to all subfields. Lately, they hosted one on religion.

The political theorist's comments were from a Tocquevillian perspective. He maintained that if religion gives rise to politics and if religion is the permanent state of mankind, then we need to think about whether liberalism, with its separation of church and state, is an aberration or we need to think about what sorts of religion allow for the separation of church and state that we find so beneficial in the contemporary world. He maintained that when you study religion, you have to study the showing forth of religion, rather than the essence itself. You have to look at the expression, while knowing that there is another dimension to it.

The Americanist studies evangelical Christianity. He spoke about the way in which fundamentalist beliefs are more plastic than he expected--that they adjust their teachings to deal with real life challenges. His insight into studying religion was that it is not that religion never changes and that people keep on believing one thing. In fact, political actors often try to mobilize religious groups, and so, where this is successful, politics bleeds back into religion itself.

There was also a Comparativist there, but I think I just didn't follow him very well.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Quote

(Because we all need a little Laurie Colwin every day)

"Jane had just come from delivering a lecture on Charlotte Bronte and she was in fine appetite. The introduction was made as she stood next to a plate of the famous sandwiches. The well-meaning pal withdrew beaming, leaving Cordy to watch Jane knock back seven of these sandwiches and wash them down with a cup of lukewarm tea.

'Are all your appetites that voracious?' asked Cordy.
'Yes,' said Jane. 'Aren't everyone's?'"

--"The Lone Pilgrim" in The Lone Pilgrim


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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Women and Religion

This Washington Post op-ed, "Religion lies about women," by Paula Kirby, sees discrimination against women as rooted in religion (I quote at length--her writing is just too passionate and scathing and broadly dismissive not to share):

"The truth is that the Abrahamic religions fear women and therefore go to extraordinary and sometimes brutal lengths to control them, constrain them, and repress them in every way. Show me a non-religious society that feels so threatened by the thought of female sexuality that it will slice off the clitoris of a young girl to ensure she can never experience sexual pleasure. Show me a non-religious society that feels the need to cloak women from head to toe and force them to experience the outside world through a slit of a few square inches. All three Abrahamic religions share the myth of Adam and Eve, the myth that it was through woman that evil was let loose in the world. They share the heritage of Leviticus, which declared a menstruating woman unclean, to be set aside, untouched, a revulsion that remains even today among some orthodox Jews, who will refuse to shake a woman’s hand for fear she may be menstruating. What kind of lunacy is this? It is the lunacy of a Bronze Age mindset fossilized by the reactionary forces of religion."

The op-ed argues that religion reduces women to beings who reproduce through its insistence that sex be connected to reproduction. She sees much of religion's treatment of women to come from anxiety toward women's sexuality:

"In the eyes of the Abrahamic religions, the archetypal woman is Eve: disobedient, unreliable, easily led astray, and a seductive temptress of man – man being more noble, yet easy prey to the wiles and seductions of his weaker mate. Woman is the source of danger, the one who corrupts him, the conduit for all that is evil in the world. She is dangerous … yet irresistible; and this very irresistibility makes her more dangerous still. ... And have you ever stopped to wonder what became of the male lover of the woman taken in adultery in the Gospel of John? Why wasn’t he threatened with execution by stoning and hauled before Jesus?"

The writer sees New Testament women as either prostitutes (who are portrayed as reprehensible) or virgins (who are praised): "sexless, locked forever in a childlike state; devoid of sexual passion or sensuality; obedient, self-sacrificing, selfless: a woman, in other words, from whom all that would make her fully human, let alone fully woman, has been stripped. Here, finally, is the woman that religion need not fear. This is the highest ideal to which a Christian woman may aspire: a cardboard cut-out of womanhood, a mere handmaid, silent, submissive, a vessel for the production of babies, passively and gratefully accepting her fate."

It seems that the thrust of this woman's argument is that religions that advocate different roles for women cannot offer justice for women. Presumably, Kirby would advocate in contrast, a role for women that is identical to that of men. Kirby seems to be suspicious of any difference between men and women--affirming women's reproductive potential, for Kirby, implies the reduction of women to that reproductive capacity.

Actually, I'm struck by an obsession with sex in her op-ed--she writes in the passage about the virgin above: "a woman, in other words, from whom all that would make her fully human, let alone fully woman, has to be stripped." Sex makes us fully human? (Or is it selfishness?) In addition, she understands religion to advocate babies but not sex, while she ends up advocating only sex (and I suppose babies, if they are explicitly chosen post-conception).

She ties Female Genital Mutilation to religion in a way I've really never seen done before. As far as I know, Female Genital Mutilation is not by any means a practice primarily associated with the "three Abrahamic religions," which Kirby focuses on throughout the article.

The primary problem that I have with Kirby's argument is the problem that I have with the new atheists' writings (Sam Harris, etc., who aren't very new anymore): Sure, religion led to lots of wars and deaths, but so did secularism (totalitarianism and communism, for instance). Susan Miller Okin's Women in Western Political Thought carries the same critique of a functional treatment of women that this article offers, but Okin sees functionalism as present in all of history, not just in religion (she focuses on Plato, Aristotle, Rousseau and Mill).

Monday, April 25, 2011

Easter


Just bought me some half-priced Easter candy, but it isn't the same when you aren't picking it out of green grass and occasionally accidentally eating some of the grass. Mama Leopard, you're slacking on the Easter candy duty!

Although I must say, I don't miss trying to find my hidden basket on Easter morning: I'm not good at finding things and all of my siblings would beat me. My father would have to end up giving me hot/cold clues till I finally found my basket.


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Royal Wedding.3

The first sentence of The New Yorker article on the Royal Wedding: "This week, the sixty-two million subjects of the United Kingdom will mark the marriage of His Royal Highness Prince William Arthur Philip Louis of Wales, their future king, to Catherine Elizabeth Middleton, the captain of her high-school field-hockey team."

What a great first sentence! What a great middle name! (Kate's) Although this article does miss the fact that some U.S. citizens may care more about the Royal Wedding than the sixty-two million subjects of the United Kingdom (I met one last night who described himself as "apathetic").

The article is delightful in its sarcasm and non-sequiturs: "The groom's grandmother has given the entire nation the day off. The groom's father has invited the P.R. chief of Audi, which supplies the family with luxury cars at cut-rate prices."

Other great sentences:

"Some dynasties commission great churches. The Windsors get married in them. Weddings are the British monarchy's works of art, reflecting the values and vanities of their patrons."
...
"Their name is Middleton, as though cherry-picked by Dickens to signal their status as archetypes of the striving bourgeoisie."

The Mountain Goats- Pink And Blue



I've been looking for a Mountain Goats song to share here. I think this one will give you an idea about them. John Darnielle is such a poet! I like the crows in this song who "discuss their future in the branches of their Louisiana live oak" and who complain "about the finer points of local politics."

The song's narrator sings to his nine-days old child, who seems to be almost haphazardly taken care of--mashed bananas in a coffee cup and a produce box for a cradle (Bethlehem, anyone?--not making this up--his songs are loaded with religious references). It becomes clear that he's singing to his child when he writes about the roots of the tree, which reaches to "where the bad people go." The song includes lots of juxtapositions of good and bad, new and old, rust and fur (not sure what reception sticks are!).

Also, this reminds me of a delightful philosopher I met lately who was telling me about marriage and his new baby. He highly recommended having a child--he said that everyone says that marriage is great, but that, in reality, marriage is a character-forming endeavor (and I think he really likes his wife). But having a child, he said, is everything that it's cracked up to be. He said that even at 3:30 in the morning he can't be mad at his little daughter--he just thinks she's the best thing ever.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Invitation

Please join us at Little Gidding on Friday around 5 a.m. to watch the royal wedding. Pajamas are totally acceptable; hats are too! I'm really actually hoping our party will beat this party, so perhaps some people could wear tiaras?:

"Mary Nygaard, 67, of Washington, lived overseas for 25 years and has many British friends. Next week, she will join 27 women at a private home at 5 a.m., watch the proceedings on television and have an English breakfast (plus scones). 'We’re going to wear special hats, and some of us will wear tiaras,' Mrs. Nygaard said. 'It’s going to be so much fun.'" --From a NYTimes article

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Twitter

I'm just perusing the guest list, and someone who's been to my house for dinner is going to the royal wedding!!! (I'm trying to hold off my royal wedding enthusiasm until after Easter, but it really isn't working...)

Friday, April 22, 2011

Gendercide

I just read a bunch of Economist articles on "gendercide"--or selective abortion based on gender. These articles focused on gendercide in India and China In addition to the horrible evil of aborting a child because she is the wrong sex, this seems to be leading to serious societal problems: the stealing of girls to sell them into "marriage" (one of these articles discusses a girl who was herself sold into marriage, and who now contemplates the possibility of similarly buying a wife for one of her many sons, due to the shortage in women); high female suicide rates; and the problem of bachelors who are not connected to society through a wife and children.

One of these articles states: "The use of sex-selective abortion was banned in India in 1994 and in China in 1995. It is illegal in most countries (though Sweden legalised the practice in 2009). But since it is almost impossible to prove that an abortion has been carried out for reasons of sex selection, the practice remains widespread."

Thursday, April 21, 2011

From Mr. Sayers:

"Just thought you would be proud that Williamsport is the second best 'shrinking place to live'--what an awkward designation. BTW, natural gas is apparently bringing about the city's renaissance, so no need to worry about contaminated water."

Happy All the Time


* Breakfast with Elizabeth Bennet (we traditionally eat oatmeal when we're together at Little Gidding).
* Tea with Hopkins and Bennet (they finally got to meet!)
* Lunch with Bennet (who is the head of the legal department in Slovakia's Ministry of Transportation--I'm super proud of her!) and a Hungarian political attache (which sounds to me like some sort of briefcase). I felt simultaneously super important and like a serious underachiever (both women are also active leaders in conservative religious organizations in their home countries).

Style Inspiration

My favorite style blogs often post pictures of their style inspiration. So here's mine for spring (from Georgetown):


It includes my favorite problem of combining pink and purple (I realized only after Hopkins' gala that I wore a bright pink broach and earrings with purple glittery nail polish and a purple shawl--I may never be able to overcome this tendency, but it's somewhat consoling to realize that it's naturally occurring!)

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Fun with Cliches

The Economist language blog takes on cliches that don't make any sense (of the paradoxical or impossible variety):

"One of the few that don't seem to be is "head over heels", which should really be "heels over head". The Word Detective says that "a few popular writers (including Davy Crockett) accidentally reversed the phrase in the late 18th and early 19th centuries", and then it stuck. "Fall between the cracks", TWD goes on to suggest, was the bastard child of "fall through the cracks" and "fall between two stools"—an accidental evolution into nonsense that, because it is close to existing phrases, nonetheless sounds sensible enough to use. ... That's probably why it's relatively rare: you need a reasonably common starter phrase that can evolve into a variant catchy enough to take root but close enough to the original and wrong in a subtle enough way for most people not to notice."

I think that there's a career in this for me: I'm great at bastardizing cliches (as Stearns constantly points out--the first one in our memory was, "Wake up and smell the roses" and that was during a sleepover with Gypsy when we were little, little kids).

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The View From My Window


(Like Andrew Sullivan's! And with the pretty curtains that Stearns made.)

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Quote

On Hume's essay, "The Idea of a Perfect Commonwealth": "He sort of shows some leg by talking about utopias." --MH
Tina Fey's Bossypants (which, disclaimer, I haven't read, but I do love 30 Rock!) includes a story about a Christmas she spent in Williamsport, Pennsylvania (it was a halfway meeting point)! They stayed at the Holiday Inn, ate at Red Lobster, and walked around the Lycoming Mall. They also went to the Herdic House, which she describes: "This stately Victorian inn offered a menu where city jerks and country carnivores could find common ground. Pork chops, duck, pear crisp. The setting was cozy and twinkly and Christmassy in a way that worked for everybody."


HT: Wystan.

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Top Trees

My favorite flowering trees:

1) lilacs
2) pink dogwoods
3) redbuds

Moral: never go to Michigan in April (it snowed this morning).

Dumbarton Oaks

A good friend of mine visited this week and since she loves flowers and gardens, we decided to visit Dumbarton Oaks. What a lovely way to bring in the spring! It is early yet, so it was just the beginnings of the flowers.


I need to quote Wordsworth here, obviously.





I am really not sure what these massive swirls of vines were for. My friend cracked me up when she told me that they'd also installed these at a notoriously shady park in Waco, where we both used to live (and where everything is actually shady). Anyway, she complained that the homeless people might be able to live in them. I, of course, had to tease her: "Heaven forbid that we install things that look like houses, where homeless people might live!"



We decided that this is The White Way of Delight. Only a pink version. (She loves Anne of Green Gables, too.)

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Rugby

This past weekend, Stearns and I went up to Philly to watch #1tomatolover play in a rugby tournament. Rugby is quite a sport! Before this weekend, the only thing I knew about rugby came from Invictus, which we watched with #1tomatolover. Now I know more, although not a lot. I know that rucks and scrums are different. I know about wheeling a scrum. I know that you get very, very dirty while playing rugby and that it isn't entirely safe. For instance, here is a small pile of glass the team picked up off of the field before their first game:


#1tomatolover is one of the people they lift up on a line out. Sometimes they lift him up; sometimes he just jumps a little and they lift someone up in the back of him (it's a fake out).


The scrums that happened in puddles were the most fun to watch:


Throughout the day, #1tomatolover accumulated more and more mud until he was entirely covered with it. He scored his first ever goal for us! (Lest you think that means that he isn't a very good player, it doesn't--he's not in the position that is supposed to score a lot.) He's also amazing at tackling people! I love watching sports from the sidelines--the sort where you have to stay on your guard so that one of the players doesn't run over you.

Also: I found it endlessly amusing that one of the spectators on the other side, kept trying to figure out what Grove City's mascot was. He kept saying loudly, "Are they the Grove City Trees?" Which I thought was hilariously foolish--what sports team would name themselves after something that stands perfectly still? And then I realized that the "grove" in "Grove City" made him think of a grove of trees. So it wasn't such a stupid idea after all.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Chicago.5 The End

Before attending one last conference reception (I've found that receptions are usually a safe part of conferences to attend, depending on whether the bar is open or not), I went on one last Chicago walk at sunset in the city. I was delighted by the buildings--the architecture is whimsical and the light, particularly when the sun is setting, is stunning.



I've never seen anything like this in real life--whole streets looked like an over-exposed picture because the setting sun was washing them out with brightness.









This isn't a building, but it was shocking! A bunch of their flowers and trees were spray painted different colors. I suppose it was art?

I just imagine that it had to do with the fact that spring comes so late to Chicago--they have to fake flowering trees by painting theirs.



I love this curving building (in the two pictures above). It was my favorite one.



Thursday, April 14, 2011

Traveling


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Chicago.4

On the last full day of my trip, I met one of my committee members (I hadn't been aware before this trip if she'd actually agreed to be on my committee or not). I discovered that she had.

I presented my paper on a very quirky panel. It was comprised mostly of second wave feminists who were really uninterested in politics. My paper, which was a history of political thought paper, was actually the most political paper on the panel. That's almost certainly the first and last time that that will be the case! One of the other papers discussed the disparity between the amount of domestic violence aimed against men and the amount of domestic violence aimed against women. The impression that I had from her talk was that if we could just even out the domestic violence, things would be better. There was also a paper discussing a temporary sexual contract allowed within the Shia Muslim community. The author of this paper maintained that this could be either a way toward emancipation for women, or possibly could encourage prostitution.

After a lunch with some colleagues and some old friends (where I accidentally ordered a Monte Christo, which is to say, somehow in the descriptions of Monte Christo's I always miss the part about them being fried and pick up on the raspberry part and order it, but I really only like french fries fried), I headed out for some walks. First, I headed out with one of my colleagues and encouraged him to look around Chicago a bit (he had really been focusing on the conference itself, which I've learned, after much conference experience, is not always wise). I showed him The Bean in Millennium Park. As a piece of art, the bean is nothing special--it is a large silver kidney bean. But close up, it's wonderful! The reflection of the sky line in its various curves and from its various angles is striking. My colleague was unimpressed. So I showed him the lake, which it is impossible to be unimpressed by:


Just imagine working in downtown Chicago, walking 10 minutes and then being by this lake. I think I've just been conditioned from years of vacationing at the beach to become entirely relaxed when I'm by large bodies of water. This definitely did it for me.


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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Twitter

"Preggers" is my least favorite "word."

Twitter

Tonight at dinner, the waitress showed us our dessert options on an ipad. Holy goodness. (I had to ask the man beside me what sort of technological instrument it was, actually.)

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After the University of Chicago, I headed over to Oak Park, where I did not see Hemingway's birthplace, and where I missed Frank Lloyd Wright once again (the last tour of his house left 25 minutes before I arrived). Sigh. But the neighborhood was lovely, and there were lots of houses that Frank Lloyd Wright designed, so I wandered around the neighborhood and took pictures. And since, as you, my dear reader, know, taking pictures of architecture is one of my favorite things, I was happy. I like Frank Lloyd Wright; I like this Prairie style of architecture; I like all of the squares in the windows. (Also, you will note from these pictures that I've embraced Elizabeth Bishop's painting technique of delighting in the obstructions.)

In the evening, I returned to the city for sushi with a professor friend. I can't tell you how many of my female friends, in the absence of their husbands, beg for us to eat sushi. I am always happy to oblige. Plus! I always have trouble with the chopsticks--I can usually manage to pick up a piece of sushi, but I can't manage much else. However, my friend spent a year in Japan in school and told me that the actual proper way to eat sushi is with your fingers! This makes me happy! I mean, I'm all for customs and manners, but honestly, silverware is one I've never quite figured out--you just have to wash it later (and we do not have a dishwasher). I advocate returning to a more finger-based form of eating.