Daughter’s birthday was last week, and she reports that it was the best birthday ever. She finished her last graduate school class and she was given an award at her agency for her good work. Both our children become unusually disorganized around the times of their birthdays. Too much anticipation, I guess, although we never made their birthdays into productions. I was glad daughter kept it together and had a great day.
Today is William Shakespeare’s purported birthday. April 23rd is also the same day he died 52 years later. It is certainly not the way I should choose to spend my birthday.
What is your favorite Shakespeare play or scene. Which is your least favorite? What was your best birthday? What was your worst?
We returned on Sunday night from Santa Fe having purchased 1.5 pounds of ground Chimayo chili, woven place mats that came from Guatemala, a Green Chili cook book, a New Mexico history book, and two Pendleton baby blankets for some new arrivals of our acquaintance.
A person could sure spend a lot of money in Santa Fe on all sorts of Native American jewelry and clothes with Indian motifs, but there is something about them that make me very hesitant to wear such things. I don’t normally like to draw attention to myself, and I would feel so fake and pretentious wearing silver and turquoise jewelry. I think one of my problems with all this is that we have so many Indian friends. I would feel so odd and out of place if I showed up wearing their sacred cultural symbols on my clothes and jewelry. If we had more time and luggage space I would have bought pottery. I love the rugs and textiles. I know that many native Americans depend on the tourist trade for a living and want us to buy their wares. This makes me conflicted. I think I would rather donate to the American Indian College Fund.
We purchased a kachina corn god figure many years ago at the Mesa Verde National Park gift shop. I find the kachinas fascinating, but now that I know more about their meaning and significance, I would be hesitant to buy one, and I now know that I have to care for the one we purchased and not treat it as a decorative object. Sometimes knowledge can ruin all a person’s fun.
How do your ethics influence what you purchase?
Today we toured the New Mexico Museum of International Folk Art. The main exhibit is in the room the size of a basketball court. It is filled with part of the Girard Collection, the life time acquisition of Alexander Girard and his wife. Mr. Girard was a designer who worked for Herman Miller. The room we toured had 10,000 pieces of folk art, toys, miniatures, and textiles. It is only 10% of the entire collection, which the museum has stored somewhere. Mr. Girard arranged the collection display. There are textiles on the walls, and cases of incredible miniatures and folk art figures from about 100 countries. It is arranged to demonstrate the universality of folk images and folk life. We were so overwhelmed with the sheer visual density and the colors and places of origin crammed into interconnected display cases that we could only view a small part of it. It is not something you can ingest in one visit. Every display was full of meaning. If you get a chance, look up Girard Collection for some photos of this overwhelming collection.
When have you been overwhelmed by art? What art is accessible and what art is difficult for you to appreciate?
I am borrowing shamelessly from VS by posing this riddle for Baboons to consider.
We are not in ND. We are at an elevation of 6200 ft., but the only mountains are far in the distance. The air wherever we walk is filled with the smell of roasting meat and vegetables, as well as burning herbs and wood smoke. It is center of art and culture. Nearby there are 4000 to 5000 visiting archeologists. It has been a center of government for centuries.
Where do you think we are?
Yesterday was the anniversary of the opening of the first free public library, the Peterborough Town Library in 1833. The decision to purchase books and open a tax-funded library happened at the Town meeting and for the first sixty years, the books were housed in the general store. In 1893 they were moved to the current location and there have been two expansions since then.
Here are a few fun library quotes:
“Well-run libraries are filled with people because what a good library offers cannot be easily found elsewhere: an indoor public space in which you do not have to buy anything in order to stay.” Zadie Smith
“The only thing that you absolutely have to know, is the location of the library.” Albert Einstein
“Libraries: The medicine chest of the soul.” Library at Thebes, inscription over the door
“My two favorite things in life are libraries and bicycles. They both move people forward without wasting anything. The perfect day: riding a bike to the library.” Peter Golkin
“I have always imaged that Paradise will be a kind of library.” Jorge Luis Borges
I’m a complete library junkie. One of the biggest selling points when I bought my house was that it was a block and a half from the Washburn Library. On the average week I am there twice. I know the hours by heart, am friendly with the librarians. I even have my library card number memorized. Twice I’ve had the opportunity to spend an afternoon in the Central downtown library in the upstairs reading rooms – times when I wanted to read resource material that they don’t allow you to check-out. It was warm and wonderful; so relaxing that I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave at the end of the day.
Tell me about your favorite library memory?
We live very near to an important geologic area called the Hell Creek Formation. It covers parts of western North Dakota, Western South Dakota, Montana, and Wyoming. It contains some of the richest fossil beds from the Cretaceous period, the era that ended with the death of the dinosaurs.
Recently, two paleontologists published a paper in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences titled “A seismically induced onshore surge deposit at the KPg boundary, North Dakota”, outlining just what happened in what is now North Dakota in the minutes following the crash of an asteroid in Mexico’s Yucatan Peninsula. This was the asteroid that is thought to have killed all the dinosaurs.
Based on what they found in a grey/ black layer near the top of a butte on a ranch near Bowman, ND, about 80 miles from my town, they estimate that in minutes after the asteroid crashed in Yucatan, seismic waves of water and molten rocks smashed into what is now the Hell Creek Formation. Molten glass particles filled the air, choking any living thing. Fish (salt water and fresh water), trees, rocks, dinosaurs, and beads of molten glass were swept up into a jumbled mass, preserved in the mud and debris for the modern paleontologists to find. The fish fossils in the KPg boundary dig were so well preserved that they could see that their mouths were open, gasping for air. It triggered fires within 1500 miles of the impact and formed a plume of fire that rose halfway to the Moon. They estimate 70% of the world’s forests burned. Almost all life on the planet died.
Well, I find that pretty awe inspiring and amazing. I like it when scientists can make things real and exciting. Yucatan is a long way from where I live. That must have made a really big splash when it hit.
What has amazed you recently? Would you want to be a paleontologist? Did you ever do cannon balls?
With a nod to Anna, who started this discussion a couple of days back….
I bought my first car, a Toyota, when I was living in Northfield. I had spent the first winter after leaving school riding my bike out to the Country Kitchen on Highway 19 and didn’t want to do that again. It was pale blue and got me through several winters before giving up the ghost. I didn’t name that car; giving a name to a car didn’t even occur to me.
Then I met a woman who called her little car “Zippy the Wonder Car”. To this day I’m not sure why I thought this was so enchanting but I did, so when I purchased my next car (back in the 80s), I decided she should have a name. She was a Honda Civic and when I discovered that the Italian word for flirt was “civetta”, I was hooked. I had Civetta for almost 15 years.
I let Child help me name our next car, which made the process a LOT longer. This car was a Saturn Ion and we eventually settled on Ivy. We usually called her by her whole name – Ivy the Ion. Not quite as much fun as the Italian word for flirt, but it stuck.
My current car is named Brekke. She’s a Honda Insight and I couldn’t find any “I” names that I really liked. Brekke is a character from one of my favorite sci fi authors, Anne McCaffrey. Brekke is one of a few characters on the dragon world of Pern who have the ability to communicate telepathically with ALL dragons, not just her own. If I were to live on a dragon world, that is an ability I would certainly want.
Have you ever named an inanimate object?
If not, what name would you choose for your current mode of transport?