Challenge a God

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My course on Mythology finishes week 8 Sunday with a quiz on material about Sophocles’ Oedipus at Colonus and Euripides’ The Bacchae.  Over Thanksgiving week we have another 250 word essay due, the final writing assignment.  I’ve chosen to answer this question:  “In tragedies, the worlds of the divine and the human often come into direct contact, but in different ways in each tragedy. Choose one tragedy and analyze how it imagines the relationship between humans and the divine.”  Just weeks 9 and 10 to go.

(Caravaggio, 1595, Uffizi)

Don’t know how many of the 50,000 world wide students have stuck it out, but this is a wonderful way to refresh and deepen knowledge about Roman and Greek mythology.  It has also increased my analytical skills for use in approaching any myth, which includes, of course, the Metamorphoses.

In the Bacchae Sophocles approaches the story of the doubter Pentheus, king of Thebes, from the perspective of Dionysus, a god challenged.  The same incident occurs in Book 3 of the Metamorphoses and I translated it.  My main goal in all this work in the Latin is to embed the stories and the characters firmly in my mind.

While reading The Bacchae, a sudden burst of insight.  Here’s the insight:  The focus of this myth is how a god demonstrates his/her divinity when challenged.  The story of the golden calf in Genesis is a similar story.  So is the story of Adam and Eve.  Even Job.

This is, if you consider it, an ur-story since at some point every god or goddess had to establish their bona fides to persons who would worship them and so people would worship them.  We tend to come at religious life after this delicate and not at all obvious in its outcome encounter has already happened.  In the Bacchae and the story of Pentheus in Ovid Pentheus gets the ultimate penalty for challenging Bacchus.  He dies, his kingdom perishes and his people go into exile. Powerful demonstration of divinity on the part of Dionysus.

Tours Today

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A good day of tours.  5th graders with great imaginations and college students from Manitoba, history students and studio arts.  Both groups attentive, excited, questions.  Good affirmations in several ways.  My tours are improving.

Smiles and Grins

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Kate took me out to dinner last night.  All smiles.  She had a check representing sales of her bags and microwave hotpad bowls.  It was so great to see.  She grinned and laughed.  A lot different from the moans and groans as Allina made medicine increasingly corporate, organization centered rather than patient and physician centered.  A joy.

 

A Year Ago

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Leaving Latin American Behind

Posted on November 14, 2011 by Charles

Spring Moon of the Southern Cross

51 degrees 40 minutes S 57 degrees 49 minutes W

N.B. The correct analogy, I know, is the season of Beltane on my Celtic calendar, but here I have chosen to go with the meteorological, seasonal descriptor since we’re in a Latin American country. True, there is Galicia and the Latin emphasis on bulls and bull fighting, both Celtic influences; however, in the main the larger influence is Roman Catholicism, but I no longer use Christian liturgical seasons either. So, Spring.

(sign on one of the Landrovers taking us to see the Rock Hopper penguins)

Having said all that I might post Beltane for today only since we have left Latin America behind today by coming to the tiny Falkland Islands (aka Malvinas) and their stoutly British population of some 2,500 souls. Two thirds of the citizenry live in Port Stanley, capitol and our present location, while the remaining 800 plus live in what the locals call the camp.

This is not a distinction without a difference. Among the many differences camp and town see between each other, an important one is that Port Stanley observes daylight savings time and the camp does not. I would be in the camp camp.

These are flat islands 1150 nautical miles from Buenos Aires. Kate and I have signed up for the exclusive, once in a lifetime opportunity to see the elusive rockhopper penguins. If I counted up the number of once in a lifetimes we’ve done on this trip alone, I’d have to have three or four more go rounds at least.

(we did see the rockhoppers and they were, well, cute)

Once in a lifetime means, in this context anyhow, this costs so much that you’ll probably be able to afford this only once in a lifetime. Besides, just because it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity doesn’t mean it’s worth doing. Visiting the Freshkills landfill in New York would be a once in a lifetime event and I don’t intend to pay anyone to take me there.

We probably won’t see rockhopper penguins (though I confess I have no idea what rockhopper penguins are, but being elusive makes them necessary to see if at all possible. Irony.) again so I suppose this is a true once in a lifetime opportunity for us. I’ll let you know if it was a worthwhile way to spend four hours.

Did I mention yesterday that we returned to the Atlantic once we left the Beagle Channel? We have, and it has been suitably gray and inclement though the Pacific, once we made our way into Peru and the cold waters of the Humboldt Current, was gray and chill as well. It seems appropriate to visit a British outpost as our first port once returning to the Pond.

This morning, finally, I feel back to my pre-cold energy level though I hadn’t realized I’d gotten somewhat sluggish. Now I’m ready to hop on that 4X4 and ride out to the rockhoppers and follow them rock by rock if necessary.

Kate’s going along though the ticket says not for folks with back problems. Usually that stuff’s just hype, sort of macho marketing, I hope that’s true in this case.

Central Dog Time

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Kate introduced a new bit of nomenclature into our household:  Central Dog Time or CDT.  Dogs are creatures of habit, especially when it concerns getting up, going to bed and eating.

So are we, come to think of it.  Skype calls with my far-ranging sibs prove that point.  In order to connect on Riyadh time, 5:00 pm and Singapore time, 10:00 pm, I have to initiate our twice a month calls at 9:00 am Andover time.  Last week I came downstairs, fired up Skype and neither Mary nor Mark were online.  Why?  Because it was 6:00 pm in Riyadh and 11:00 pm in Singapore.  I hadn’t shifted my time back to Standard.

CDT operates on the same principle, but explaining the shifted time is much harder.  In effect the dogs have to be retrained to eat and go to bed an hour later.  Then, do the same thing again, backwards, in the spring.  Well, we decided to run our house on CDT, at least as it comes to canines.  We’re doing things on CDT year round now.  Much simpler for everybody.

 

At the Desk

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Moving further into Missing.  Changing P.O.V., cleaning up hanging threads.  Thinking about plot and the next book.

Studying Greek Tragedy last week and this.  They came in threes.  And, if I recall my theatre history, also have three acts opposed to the five of comedy.  I’m working in the trilogy form for the Tailte novels.  Gotta be one of the roots for that idea, right?

(Gustave Dore (1832-1883), “Viviane et Merlin se reposant dans la forêt”)

Translating more of Jason and Medea in Ovid.  Hard going.  Can’t lay off a week and expect to come back fast.  I need to do this everyday when possible.

Cleared the elm out of the vegetable garden and moved the trunk into position to block the dogs from the orchard.  More limbing on the thicker branches, but everything is outside the fence now.  I can handle about 20 minutes of the ax work.  Gets my heart pumping.  Then I finish off on the treadmill.  Mix it up.

 

Shoes on Other Feet

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Been wondering what the conservatives are saying about the election?  Here’s some I collected from the Other McCain.  (see weblink under politics).

LONELY CONSERVATIVE: It’s The Culture, Stupid

JEFF DUNETZ: Pray for America

MARK STEYN: ‘We’re all completely f***ed’

TIM DAUGHTRY: ‘We lost the Republic in the classroom long before we lost it in the voting booth.’

ANN COULTER: ‘If Mitt Romney cannot win in this economy, then the tipping point has been reached. We have more takers than makers and it’s over. There is no hope.’

 

 

Working It.

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An intense morning going back over my terra cotta tour, trying to spruce it up, energize it. Think I have some good questions and a new slant using George Washington and the American Revolution.  I’ll try it out and see.

(the general with his paints on.  National Geographic.)

Afternoon revising Missing.  Plugging away.  The writing is in the rewriting.

Resistance work tonight.

Felling and limbing tomorrow.  I may use my come-along for the first time on a tree that’s not angled in the direction I need it to fall.  That should make the process interesting.

 

Kate Olson, Crafty

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Kate’s an entrepreneur!  Yesterday was the reopening of downtown Anoka after some street improvements, so she went down and took her market bags to several shops to see if she could interest anyone in buying them.  She sold one bag and got two nibbles for selling more, one that turned into a meeting next Thursday at 5:30 pm.  The look on her face when she got the call about the meeting was pure delight.

(Kate on the first day of going very part time)

She’s a skilled seamstress and quilter who works hours at her craft.  She seems to enjoy all facets of it from buying cloth to finished product. Kate also has a growing partnership of sorts with Ruth, our six year old granddaughter, who is something of a design prodigy.  Ruth sketches out dresses and identifies colors; then, Grandma buys the cloth and makes the dress.  Clothes by Ruth made by Grandma.

Energizing the Tour

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A follow-up to my last post.  Sent as e-mails to my docent colleagues.

After reflection on what I wrote to you (often get my best ideas from writing things down), I’ve asked two of my leads to let me begin in the 4th gallery.  While touring the Sports Show last year, I had a similar problem with energy, beginning in the room with the smaller photographs.  When I begin using the Zedane video first (the last piece in the show) and going backwards, my tours got recharged.

 

This may be a similar situation.  My hope is that by focusing on what drew people in the first place, their excitement about the tomb and the objects will energize them enough to learn the history of the Qin state.  Also going to be working on my questions.