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READIN
READIN started out as a place for me
to keep track of what I am reading, and to learn (slowly, slowly)
how to design a web site.
There has been some mission drift
here and there, but in general that's still what it is. Some of
the main things I write about here are
reading books,
listening to (and playing) music, and
watching the movies. Also I write about the
work I do with my hands and with my head; and of course about bringing up Sylvia.
The site is a bit of a work in progress. New features will come on-line now and then; and you will occasionally get error messages in place of the blog, for the forseeable future. Cut me some slack, I'm just doing it for fun! And if you see an error message you think I should know about, please drop me a line. READIN source code is PHP and CSS, and available on request, in case you want to see how it works.
See my reading list for what I'm interested in this year.
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"The Spiral" is the twelfth and last story in the original Cosmicomics collection, the book Calvino published in 1965. Qfwfq has fallen in love again; this time his avatar is a proto-gastropod somewhere in the Cambrian period, with radial symmetry but with no eyes to observe his own form or that of his beloved. "Form? I didn't have any; that is, I didn't know I had one, or rather, I didn't know you could have one." But one thing leads to another as he imagines, in his eternal darkness, the millions of other suitors who must be vying for her hand, and to distinguish himself begins to secrete a shell...
But my error lay in thinking that sight would also come to us, that is to me and to her. ...I'm talking about sight, the eyes; only I had failed to foresee one thing: that the eyes that finally opened to see us didn't belong to us but to others.
Qfwfq's predicament here is cute, and funny; but what really interests me about this story is the short meditative interlude in between his decision to grow a shell and his realization that it will do him no æsthetic good -- Calvino pulls the camera way back and still speaking in Qfwfq's voice, walks through long lists of the ways that beauty manifests in our world, a Dutch girl lying on the beach, a swarm of bees following its queen, coal smoke puffing from a locomotive, histories of Herodotus and tracts of Spinoza... and states clearly that all this beauty is foretold in the first mollusc's shell. When I summarize it this way I'm not entirely sure I buy it -- but in the story it rings crystal clear.
posted evening of October third, 2011: Respond ➳ More posts about Cosmicomics
John came over tonight and we had some fun playing songs we did not know... It was a change from our practice routine because John had left our songbook in Andrea's car, so we did not have words and music written out, so we just jammed on a bunch of songs that we have not played before. Highlights included "Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues" (which I find incredibly fun to sing but do not have much of a fiddle part to), "Harvest Moon" (which turns out to be really easy to come up with a fiddle part for), "When the Ship Comes In" (fast, with lots of instrumentals -- not sure what song the instrumentals were from but they seemed to fit ok), "Banks of the Ohio" (dedicated to Martha -- again, a lot of fun to sing, not sure what I should do instrumentally), "Rolling in my Sweet Baby's Arms," "Frankie and Johnny." Also, "Long Black Veil," and a medley of "Odds and Ends" into "Johnny 99."
The fixed fiddle sounded all right. It was going out of tune more than usual, which I put down to the new strings; the tone is clear and even and the volume is there. An irritating buzz I had noticed in recent weeks is gone -- not sure if that had anything to do with the bridge.
Well... that modification I made to my fiddle's bridge last month did not work out so well, as it turns out. Some notes on what came of it and what I think my mistakes were.
What I did was to take a small amount of material off the top of the bridge to lessen the vertical pressure on the bridge so that it would not buckle. However, I was not thinking about how the tension of the strings has to remain constant (assuming they are to be in tune, which is desirable); so relieving the vertical pressure on the bridge would put additional horizontal pressure on the tailpiece. After a couple of weeks I noticed that it was getting difficult to keep my violin in tune; "difficult" soon became "impossible" and I had to sit down and figure out what was going on.
Some examination of the instrument made it clear that the tailpiece was no longer fixed stably to the body. So I got a chance to learn about how tailpieces are connected to violins: There is a little piece of vinyl cord called a tail gut, with threaded connectors on each end, that go into holes in the end of the tailpiece. On a traditional violin this cord loops around the end pin; on my Stroh fiddle as you can see to the left, it loops around a bolt in the violin body (usually covered by a metal attachment for the chin rest). Tail guts are cheap, which is useful as I went through a couple before figuring out that the problem was the bridge... Now I have a brand-spanking new bridge (manufactured by Aubert, courtesy of Menzel Violins -- not expensive and vastly better than the bridge that came with the fiddle) and everything is looking shipshape. I'll be jamming with Mountain Station this afternoon and see how it sounds...
A few things I learned about my violin:
I need to pay attention to the way the strings are wrapped on the pegs. I sort of knew this as an abstract rule but had not really been following it.
The bridge is not bilaterally symmetrical. The bass side is higher than the treble side, and putting it on the violin backwards is a mistake.
It's important to keep the bridge perpendicular to the body of the violin. It has a tendency to lean forward as you tighten the strings, and you need to correct for this.
posted morning of October second, 2011: 1 response ➳ More posts about Fiddling
From a presentation of Qfwfq at Teatro Bergidum, León (Autumn 2006)
That day I was running through a kind of amphitheatre of porous, spongy rocks, all pierced with arches beyond which other arches opened; a very uneven terrain where the absence of colour was streaked by distinguishable concave shadows. And among the pillars of these colourless arches I saw a kind of colourless flash running swiftly, disappearing, then reappearing further on: two flattened glows that appeared and disappeared abruptly; I still hadn't realized what they were, but I was already in love and running, in pursuit of the eyes of Ayl.
I had forgotten from my previous read of Cosmicomics, what a sweet, lovable character the narrator Qfwfq is -- my memory of him was as a pretty abstract, cold presence. I take from this that my reading a decade and a half ago was less concerned with characters, with identification, and more principally so with the language and logic games that I remember well from the previous read.
(A note on rereading Calvino -- it is a pleasure to find that in his note "Why Read the Classics?", Calvino says that "classics are the books of which we usually hear people say, “I am rereading…†and never “I am reading…â€")
posted afternoon of October first, 2011: Respond ➳ More posts about Italo Calvino
So as of this week I have given in to another one of my body's limitations: for a year or so I have been wearing progressive bifocals, and it's only really in the past couple of months that I've realized, they just don't work for me as reading glasses. I want to be looking straight ahead or slightly up when I'm reading, because my childhood nerve damage means I have double vision when I'm looking down. So: I now have separate glasses for reading. Hopefully I can get in the habit of using them, I think it will make the physical experience of reading a lot nicer.
Came Blanaid, Mac Nessa, tall Fergus who feastward of old time slunk, Cook Barach, the traitor; and warward, the spittle on his beard never dry, Dark Balor, as old as a forest, his mighty head sunk Helpless, men lifting the lids of his weary and death-making eye.
Discussing "The Wanderings of Oisin," Judith Weissman calls "this list of unforgettable and irreplaceable names... the poem's most powerful passage; the names themselves call Oisin back to what he remembers..." This statement stuck in my head last night while I was reading Cosmicomics and I was struck by the incantatory nature of the names of Qfwfq's family members...
My introduction to Calvino was 14 or so years ago, on a weekend trip -- Ellen's writing group was staying for the weekend at Joyce and Jim's place in New Paltz (or, well, possibly this was when they were living in Coxsackie -- there were a number of such weekend retreats); I found a copy of Cosmicomics in the guest bedroom and spent much of the weekend holed up in there reading. It is a difficult book to put down. I started reading it again last night and am finding the stories just delightful, all over again.
posted morning of October first, 2011: Respond ➳ More posts about Readings
To mark Raise a Reader Day yesterday, Juanita Ng of the Calgary Heraldposted pictures of the "12 coolest libraries in the world." Above is a shot of the stacks at the Trinity College library in Dublin. (Thanks for the link, Gary!)
In Washington State, KOMO News reports on the newfound freedom of the 7 chimpanzees who live at Chimpanzee Sanctuary Northwest in Cle Elum. The chimps have spent their lives as lab animals, and several have never been outdoors before; thanks to the volunteers who spent the past year putting up fencing, they now have a safe outdoor area to spend their remaining days in. (Thanks for the link, Rob!)
The exchange that has been taking place at The Stone over the past few weeks on the subject of naturalism takes an interesting turn today with William Egginton's assertion that "fiction itself... has played a profound role in creating the very idea of reality that naturalism seeks to describe." Egginton focuses on Cervantes' creation of a narrative reality which exists independently of his characters' subjective experiences, and sees the idea of "objective reality" developing around this same time.
posted evening of September 26th, 2011: Respond ➳ More posts about Don Quixote
Nominations are open for cleek's 2011 Reader's Poll -- what are your favorite records of all time, as of 2011? I'm interested to see what records get nominated -- the readers there are a group of good, eclectic tastes.
I've been thinking about what records I should submit for a week or so, since cleek announced the poll... A nice state to be in since it means I have songs from my favorite records running through my head. What I came up with (some Dylan, some Robyn Hitchcock, some folk music...) will generally not be too surprising for anybody that knows the inside of my head like I do. I was a little surprised to find early on that it was important to include in the list a record that I have not listened to or thought about much in years, viz.I.R.S. Greatest Hits vols. 2 & 3 -- I spent a lot of time listening to this record in high school and college and, while I never was into the New Wave very much besides this record, it seems like it shaped my musical ear in some important ways.
So anyways, I'm listening to it right now for like I say, the first time in years, and the songs sure hold up. Recommended. (It was never released on CD; but if you search for it you'll find torrents that people have ripped from vinyl.) I'm putting the track listing and YouTube playlist below the fold -- Seriously every track is giving me the "great song" response, where as I listen to the first couple of bars I get an ecstatic wave of recognition and melt into the song. (Well I don't love "Uranium Rock" like I love every other song -- but it is not out of place either. Sort of interesting bit of punk rock rockabilly.)
The polls are open over at cleek's place -- sort of a randomized round-robin election for the title of best record album evar. Go vote for your favorites!
with radial symmetry but with no eyes to observe his own form or that of his beloved. "Form? I didn't have any; that is, I didn't know I had one, or rather, I didn't know you could have one." But one thing leads to another as he imagines, in his eternal darkness, the millions of other suitors who must be vying for her hand, and to distinguish himself begins to secrete a shell... 
After a couple of weeks I noticed that it was getting difficult to keep my violin in tune; "difficult" soon became "impossible" and I had to sit down and figure out what was going on.
can see to the left, it loops around a bolt in the violin body (usually covered by a metal attachment for the chin rest). Tail guts are cheap, which is useful as I went through a couple before figuring out that the problem was the bridge... Now I have a brand-spanking new bridge (manufactured by Aubert, courtesy of 
So as of this week I have given in to another one of my body's limitations: for a year or so I have been wearing progressive bifocals, and it's only really in the past couple of months that I've realized, they just don't work for me as reading glasses. I want to be looking straight ahead or slightly up when I'm reading, because my childhood nerve damage means I have double vision when I'm looking down. So: I now have separate glasses for reading. Hopefully I can get in the habit of using them, I think it will make the physical experience of reading a lot nicer.
-- the readers there are a group of good, eclectic tastes.
