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Ring a Ding, Hear Them Sing, Holiseason Is Here!

Samhain                                                                      Fallowturn Moon

Geese honking, flying in some direction, no longer always south.  Trucks with rickety wooden sides piled high with split oak come into the cities to sell firewood door to door.  Golf carts head south on flat bed trucks.  Irrigation company trucks haul air compressors behind them to blow out irrigation systems.  Bee colonies board trucks headed for California, Texas, Florida where crops can be pollinated over our winter.  Signs for various aspects of deer processing go up.  County Market near us has been advertising sausage mixes and consultation with experts.

Soon the early Christmas trees attached to the tops of cars will appear on Round Lake Boulevard, cut at the cut your own place north of us.  The skies have already turned gray, the wind chill.  Snow comes first in this month, too.

All Hallow’s today.  In one interesting variation on this theme I found that in some traditions this is the day the souls of those who died in the last year are judged.  Cheery thought, eh?

We have entered, according to my sacred calendar, holiseason.  It stretches from Samhain to Epiphany and includes Samhain, All Souls, Día de los Muertos  Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s and Epiphany but also Hanukkah, Posada, Deepavali (Diwali), Advent, Boxing Day, the Mayan 5 useless days at the end of the year and my favorite, my low holy day, the Winter Solstice.

So light those candles, dig out the decorations, crank up the holiday music and let’s party like it’s Holiseason 2012.

Get Outa Here

Fall                                                              Fallowturn Moon

Oct. 19, 2012

In a move that has many scratching their heads, Minnesota’s Office of Higher Education has banned Coursera — an educational technology startup that provides massive open online courses (MOOC’S) — citing a longstanding state law that prohibits degree-granting institutions from offering instruction in Minnesota without obtaining permission from the office and paying a registration fee. The state claims Coursera was never granted such permission.

(pic.  for the Minnesota Office of Higher Education)

My recent note to the Minnesota Office of Higher Education:

Coursera decision. I’m retired. I live in the far burbs. This education comes to me free of charge over the internet, delivered to my home.

I’m not sure what policy goal this decision served, but it’s the wrong message to send to self-directed learners and to all who want to see online education spread, not be punished.

If this was a diploma mill, good on you, but a free, non-degree granting institution. Got me scratching my head. I’m taking Mythology from Un. of Pa. right now and having a blast.

Warring States

Fall                                                                         Fallowturn Moon

Today begins the journey to Shaanxi, the province of the Qin state as it emerged during the Eastern Zhou dynasty, a peripheral state on the frontier.  In the lecture today I learned that there is some debate on the origin of the Qin state.  Did it emerge from the barbarians to the west?  Or, did it have, at least in its ruling family, linkage with the east coast?

Yang Liu, Curator of Chinese Art and Head of Asian Art Department, acknowledged this debate, then said, “Why is it important?”  The problem is this.  The Qin unified China and Qin Shi Huang Di is a national hero.  Dynastic China as we come to know it after the Qin has its roots in many of the reforms of Qin Shi Huang Di.  What would it mean if that founding state was not, after all, Chinese?

This show is going to be a big deal, a very big deal.  Schools have already booked nearly all the available slots between now and the show’s end.  The museum has asked docents to sign up for additional tours.

What Yang Liu wants to do is place the tomb, its guardians and other wonderful burial objects like life size water birds and half-size bronze chariots, in the context of the rise of the Qin state during the Eastern Zhou in the Spring and Autumn period, then its emergence as a powerful state during the Warring States Period.  Only then can this massive tomb complex, of which the warriors are, after all, only a small part, be understood in its full historical significance.

Over the next few days I’ll post research I’ve located and things I learn at the Qin dynasty symposium over the weekend.

Downright Ancient

Fall                                                                     Fallowturn Moon

The further I go on the ancientrail of aging the more I seem to travel further back in time.  Ancient Greece and ancient China right now, ancient Celtic and Roman life, too.  Something about the mythic, even the stories of Genesis, Kings, Matthew, Acts.  Those misty days when human life and the sacred life reached out and shook hands, strolled together, loved together, fought together.

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I suppose this could be a desire to escape the Obama/Romney symptom of our deep political sickness.  Or to dodge the careening environmental disaster that we seem determined to advance.  Maybe it’s about setting aside the present for an imagined richer past.

But I don’t think so.  To follow the struggle of the Warring States period in China, a time when a hundred flowers bloomed, to know that out of awful violence can come human and humane wisdom.  To watch the consolidation of those same states into one and then follow those states as they transform, yet always hold onto the thread of culture.  To listen to the epic poets Homer and Hesiod sing the tales of adventure, gods, heroes, treachery, betrayal and vengeance.  Rebellion and revolution among the earliest offspring of earth and sky, chasm and eros.  To embrace the never vanished sacred bond linking you and me to the land, the stars.  To see Gawain as he puts his head down to receive his blow from the Green Knight.

The Roman epic poets Virgil and Ovid, spilling stories onto their pages with extravagance, a flood, a tsunami of narrative, history and myth all laced together.  Adam and Eve fled east of Eden.  Solomon and David.  Jesus at Gethsemane.

These are the foundations of our cultures.  The base narratives against which we understand love, war, justice, deceit, fate, doom.  The base narratives with which we dance our identities in the ballroom of the cosmos.

(lucas cranach the elder)

To study them is to learn the human language.

 

It’s Science’s Fault

Fall                                                                                     Fallowturn Moon

 

Here’s a “timeless principle” I found on Rep. Aikin’s website today:

Timeless Principles

George Washington

News image“I wish from my soul that the legislature of this State could see a policy of a gradual Abolition of Slavery.” (letter to Lawrence Lewis, August 4, 1797) — George Washington was the Commander-in-Chief of the Continental Army and the first President of the United States of America

I get the how.   But still I wonder about the anti-science perspective that gains traction in an age of vaccines, space flight, electric cars and digital communications.  After shock and awe, I wonder about the why of it.

Not how.  I know how:  1. Minds foreclosed by religious dogma, which BTW is different from theology which can admit searching and questioning.  Dogma are matters of certainty necessary to faith in a particular religious community. 2.  Minds wedded to an ideology that functions like a dogma.  Doctrinaire Marxists, objectivists and libertarians are examples here.

I’ve been thinking about the anti-science movement since the Sierra Club legislative awards ceremony on Tuesday.  You need go no further unfortunately than the House of Representative’s Committee on Science, Space and Technology to find it alive and voting.    NASA, the Department of Energy, EPA, ATSDR, NSF, FAA, NOAA, National Institute of Standards and Technology, FEMA, the U.S. Fire Administration, and United States Geological Survey all fall within the partial or total overview of this committee.

Our lady parts ambassador Todd Aikin sits on that committee. (see an example of his website below)  Also on the committee from a Georgia university town and a medical doctor: ATHENS, Ga. (AP) — Georgia Rep. Paul Broun said in videotaped remarks that evolution, embryology and the Big Bang theory are “lies straight from the pit of hell” meant to convince people that they do not need a savior.

An entry on the California Aggie blog adds this:  “Sitting with Akin on the affectionately-dubbed “Anti-Science Committee” is Paul Broun, (see above) a creationist who believes the Earth is 9,000 years old, Mo Brooks and Jim Sensenbrenner, both global-warming deniers, and Ralph Hall, who blocked a bill to fund science research by essentially forcing the opposing candidates to vote in favor of pornography.”

This last gem of a politician is, wait for it, the chair of the committee.  Chew on that one for awhile.

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Aeneid

Fall                                                             Fallowturn Moon

Knee deep in the Aeneid this morning.  So far I find Virgil more of a challenge than Ovid, but I suspect that’s because I’ve accustomed myself to Ovid’s style.  That means the translating goes more slowly.  Part of the reason lies in the very helpful text, a commentary well known among classicists as Pharr’s.

(Dido and Aeneas (detail), by Pierre-Narcisse Guerin (1774-1833)

He has vocabulary and textual comment all on the same page, a tiny bit of text, around 4 verses or so, then the words not on the common word list (a pullout at the back, which I tore out long ago and spread out above my work) and below that a verse by verse exegesis, focused largely on grammar, but throwing in the occasional bits of Virgil and classical studies lore.

In the grammatical explanations Pharr often refers to a grammatical appendix number 1 through 400+, covering both the common and the not so common permutations of Latin grammar.  Since I’m far from facile with the grammar, this means a fair amount of paging to the back, reading, figuring out how the reference relates to the text, then using it in my translation.

 

The Curatorial Burden

Fall                                                                         Harvest Moon

Markers of having come from a different time, a time faraway, in another century, another millennium: sadness at the thought of Museum, Inc. servicing customers.  This is part of the DNA (get it?), the dynamic something or other, that will transform the MIA into a ship able to sail into the waters of the future.  Having led my share of strategic planning sessions, I know well the fervor and excitement that comes from bracing the winds of change, throwing up the collars for a good dose of reality, navigating dangerous waters all the time watching out for shoals.  The cliche police need to patrol these documents.  Come on.

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When Kate left Allina for retirement, she was so happy to go.  Why?  Because the practice of medicine had gone, in her career, from a profession focused on patients to an organization focused on management by objective.

In the Atlantic online magazine there is an article about the failure of liberal arts colleges.  That failure the author defines as not teaching entrepreneurship. We’re still stuck, he says, back in the 60’s and 70’s when a college degree meant something.  Now history majors are out of work.  We need, he says, history majors who can be entrepreneurs.

Yes, I admit it.  I bought into the liberal arts idea, that pursuing the intellectual path most interesting to you, most worthy of your passion was what higher education was about.  Still buy it.

Here’s the problem.  Museums, especially art museums, do have a higher calling.  These fragile vessels care for the world’s cultural patrimony/matrimony.  That calling, the curatorial burden we might call it, carries our mutual story forward and ensures that the next generation and the next and the next can pick up the narrative, weave it into their own lives.  That they can react to it and to our reactions.  That they can use it as shoulders to stand own when they take up the paint brush, the chisel, the hunk of clay.

 

This is not a business proposition.  This is a human responsibility, like caring for a family.  Does the family require money?  Of course.  Does money define the organizational structure of a family?  Do we want Family, Inc?  Maybe if your name is Corleone, otherwise probably not.

Medicine is not about numbers of patients seen by the hour.  No, medicine is about the practiced eye, the trained mind, the relationship between one human and another.  Does the practice of medicine require money?  Of course.  Should that mean medicine needs to take on a corporate structure?  Of course not.  When money begins to define the purpose of an organization, that organization has become a business, an Inc.  Fine for making shoes, cereal, cars, widgets.  Not fine for art or medicine or families.

The liberal arts education, whether at college or university, has the same responsibility as the art museum.  It inserts its students into the grand narrative of human history.  As humans we share so much with the humans of the past.  We make the same mistakes, for example.  We wonder about the same imponderable questions.  We struggle to express ourselves through literature, art, music.

Does any of this deny the need for an economy, a place of trade and commerce?  No.  Not at all.  But when the Medici’s made their money what did they do with it?  When the robber barons got their millions what did they do with it?  What’s Bill Gates doing now?  They approach the arts, questions of justice, questions of human suffering.

It is the liberal arts and the arts themselves that frame the questions, have the deep pool of answers, know the roads that lead away from civilization and those that lead toward it.  We can’t abandon these treasures because the business cycle has a predictable rough patch.  We can’t change healing and learning and creation into business models because it’s not their essence.  We will learn this now or later.  History teaches these lessons over and over.

 

A Tip of the Glass to Hermes

Lugnasa                                                          Garlic Planting Moon

I’m within 5 verses of completing Philemon and Baucis.  I will complete it before the Rembrandt exhibition leaves town with its painting of this story from Ovid.  That was my goal though I’ve come up several weeks short because I wanted to circulate my transmission among the docents, but all public tours stopped last week.

When I finish it tonight or tomorrow, I’ll have translated three complete stories from the Metamorphoses:  Diana and Actaeon (Titian exhibit), Philemon and Baucis (Rembrandt exhibit) and Pentheus, one I chose because the story is retold in the Bacchae.  None of my translations are worth sharing much of, if any.  I’m still clumsy and not always accurate, but I moved through 10 verses today, so my speed has improved.

Speed is a goal because the Metamorphoses is long and if I ever hope to translate it, I’ll have to go faster than I have.  It’s divided into 15 books and at some point I’ll shift from a focus only on learning to a focus on translating and learning.  The difference probably being that I’ll work on a long chunk, say a book, then hire Greg or somebody to go through my translation with me.

A commentary useful for advanced students is still a goal, too, and as I translate I plan to do so in a way that will facilitate a commentary.  Pharr’s commentary on Virgil is a good model and one I will have in view the whole time.  BTW I also did another 10 verses in the Aeneid, too.  More practice.  The more I read, the better I get.

 

Summer                                                    Under the Lily Moon

Realized this week that in leaving the Sierra Club and choosing to focus on Latin, writing, art and reimagining faith, that I’ve chosen the humanities over politics.  Feels right.  For now.  In fact, I’ve chosen to move my life more and more in that direction for some time now.  I’ve just caught up to what the rest of me’s been doing.  ‘Bout time.

The Sunnier Side

Beltane                                         Garlic Moon

OK. I may have tilted toward the darker side in the post below.  It’s here, all right, and dominant in much of what I’ve personally experienced of Romania this week.

However.  If this were a movie, the weather would have started rainy and cool, which it did.  We might say, the Romania I reported on in the post below.  Then, as the week went on, the rain would lift until a pleasant, sunny, mild day ended the visit.

The Romania which I saw, for example, as I took a walk around the hotel’s block.  There apartment buildings of modest heights, 3-6 stories, hide behind vine covered fences, a small pocket park has a shady place for children from the Mikos child care center.  Two backyards (all the backyards) have well-tended plantings and fountains.

A couple sat on their balcony four floors up, smoking, drinking morning coffee.  And, of course, there are homeless people on the streets and under the bridges of Minneapolis and St. Paul.

There is, too, the land, a beautiful land with mountains, picturesque villages, good train service and a friendly population.  And Bucharest has many, many trees and beautiful parks, wide streets and a safe feel so often not present in US cities.

This is a country, I believe, that awaits its vision of itself as a free people.  I can imagine one though.  It roots in millennia of settled history, linking this land to the greatest of early Western civilizations, Greek and Roman and makes the remains of those two a vital aspect of a new future.

The difficult period after the fall of Rome adds great texture to current Romania as Mongols, Magyars, Russian and Turks fought back and forth over this rich land at the nexus of so many ambitions. Those eras, though painful, also enliven a sense of Romania as a place desired by many; many who contributed cultural legacy to the present, like the Saxons around Brasov, the Slavs on the coastal regions of the Black Seas and the Hungarians in northwestern Romania.

The 19th and early 20th century had some stirrings of a free Romania, then world war II came and after that the fall of the iron curtain.

Now there is a country just waking up in its own home, a home with a past, and now one with a future.  I hope this is just the first visit for me.  Nicoleta’s brother and his wife have a baby on the way, naming ceremony in October.