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  • Art and Snow at the Beginning of Winter

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    A Winter Solstice shot by Jim Johnson from the plains near Hecla, South Dakota

    18 73% 28% 0mph windroseWNW  bar 29.87 steady windchill17   Winter Solstice

                              Winter began at 12:08 AM this morning

    A bit of refinement on the arts and literature ideas from yesterday. The overarching idea is this:  some works of art included literature, usually poetry but not always.  In those instances it is clear that for the artist the written material had critical importance to the piece, otherwise, why include it?  In other instances, the image or sculpture gives form in print, painting or three-dimensions to a specific moment, either in story or in history.  Again, for the artist the textual base for the piece has to inform the work, so knowing the work, especially as it was known in the artist’s time and to the artist seems as important as understanding the piece itself.  Also, painting and sculpture and prints were never the only art form of their day; insteady they existed in an artistic milieux that not included fellow workers in the plastic arts but also poets, novelists, musicians, architects.  We often see reference to architecture in art history books, but very little reference to literature.  This last point becomes even more important as we move into the impressionist era and beyond when artists often wrote proclamations, began to intentionally blend their work with poetry and some moved into performance.

    These are ways in which literature is important to the field of art history and therefore our job as docents.  The use of other books, about artists and movements and particular works, is another intersection between art and literature.

    A light snow.  The snowblower moved out of the garage with its usual growl and eagerness to eat snow, then throw it.  Temperatures have begun to trend down again after a brief warmup.  I’ve done some additional moving, but I think today, certainly tomorrow will see the end of the bookcase/exercise equipment reshuffle.  That means I’m ready to move onto learning about hydrponic gardening and planning the vegetable gardens for next year.  Looking forward to it.


  • Skinner and Snow

    34  74%  37%  7mph  windroseNNE  bar steep rise  dewpoint27  First Quarter of the Snow Moon    Holiseason

    At 9AM this morning we had snow.  A bit accumulated on the outdoor furniture on our deck, then it was gone.  The season teases us, reminds us how it could be while withholding what we want, a daylong nightlong daylong snow complete with howling winds and drifts as big as cars. 

    In years past, back when I was, say, 40, Minnesota would reliably produce such weather, but now it falls in that strange realm of behavioral psychology, intermittent reinforcement.  Any Skinnerian can tell you that that intermittent is the most powerful reinforcer.  It explains gambling’s dark charm and the peculiar frustrations of Viking’s and Cub’s fans.  It also explains why we Minnesotan’s now look so eagerly at each new flake in the sky hoping that this will be the one when the land returns to normal, at least for a day.

    Snow seems faraway right now.  Oh, well, I have plenty to do today.  Construct a magic of myth tour, grocery shopping, cooking supper, a workout.  And, if I have time, finish my filing.  Got a lot done yesterday, but not all.


  • Night’s Clarity

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     Living should be perpetual and universal benediction. – Why Lazurus Laughed by Wei Wu Wei…

    The great tragedy of Science – the slaying of a beautiful hypothesis by an ugly fact.
      – Thomas H. Huxley

    Haven’t added any quotes as I’ve gotten used to WordPress.  I’m getting there.

    As I do this final post of the day, the time ahead has grown clearer.  Tomorrow Kate and I have a business meeting.  I’ll finish her Hawai’i travel arrangements.  After, or around, those two, I will complete my filing–some of it left over from the finish of the docent program in June.  If I have time tomorrow, I’ll sort out the objects for my Magic of Myth tour.  Saturday I’ll have two things to do:  finish up the tour and dig that fire pit.  Oh, and put out the marker stakes so the snowplows don’t dig up our lawn and bust sprinkler heads.  This is a suburban gig.  The city gives out stakes with fluorscent orange paint.  They’re about three feet high and presumably stick up above the snow.  Not always true, but by the time its not, the plows have cut a groove and hopefully it’s all on the road.

    Night.  This is no longer the gentle dark of summer; this is the darkness that is metaphor for lonlieness and meditative silence.