Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Jonathan Safron Foer

I heard two great authors speak in Pittsburgh in the last
month. Salmon Rushdie came a few weeks ago, and I saw
Jonathan Safron Foer last night. I read his beautiful book
Everything is Illuminated while I was in Finland at the
beginning of my trip this summer. I heard him speak once
before, in a Barnes and Noble on the Upper West Side. This
was a much different venue. There, there were at most 30
people. There were hundreds in the audience last night.

Like Salmon Rushdie, he seems like a guy you'd love to
have as a friend. He's funny, charming, and candid.
He handles questions thoughtfully and with valuable insight, and is humorously
frank in his story telling. He mostly talked about writing
last night. One thing he mentioned on was the lack of
importance placed on the imagination in society. How people
trust or value Dan Rather more highly than someone like
Phillip Roth. This was especially appropriate considering
this is "banned book month" in the public library system
here.

He also told how his first book came to be. He was a
philosophy major at Princeton, where he wrote much of the
book. Upon graduation he held a series of odd jobs, one
including Tony the Tiger at a cancer walk. He spent a year
and a half as a secretary and even wrote an article about
prostate health for a men's magazine. A friend convinced
him to find an agent, so he went to Barnes and Noble, picked
up books that he liked, and saw who the authors thanked.
"To Sybil, the world's best agent", etc. Out of 8 letters,
only one agent took him on. The first five publishers
rejected his book. They wrote what he dubbed "what I know
now as a typical literary rejection".

"Dear Jonathan, you have undoubtedly written a work of
enduring genius. However... no thank you..."

He spoke about how it was difficult for him to write, and
that he hated doing it. (I think he was half joking.)
One audience member asked the question, "You mentioned that
you write about things that trouble you. After you write
about them, do they stop bothering you?"

After some thought, he answered that writing helped him to
become more close or intimate with whatever that pain or
sorrow happened to be. In this way he developed his own
relationship with it, and it allowed him to go on. Not that
he wasn't bothered anymore, but that he had come to some new
or different understanding of it.

One of the things he loved about writing was that you
could really let loose. He mentioned that he'd never left a
conversation satisfied. There was always something he meant
to say, or wished he hadn't said, or said it right, but the
person clearly didn't register the same sentiment. With
writing, he could change history, and not have to regret
using the wrong words. This was an interesting comment. He
considered reading his own work aloud strange for the same
reason. One important thing about writing is that it can
force you to slow down, or speed up, or read a passage a
second time. In an aural experience, those things are all
lost. Thus, literature will never be as popular as music or
movies, for you can have a passive movie or music
experience, but not so with books. He also used the image
of a tree being shown in a film, compared to on paper. In a
film, everyone is seeing the same tree. When read, the word
"tree" conjures different images in everyone. We are all
complicit in the creation of a work of literature.

After suppressing my bubbling jealousy (he's almost exactly
my age) I glanced at the sky, saying thank you that JSF
became a writer, and can share his unique insight with me,
with us all. Indeed, a work of enduring genius...





Sunday, October 09, 2005

Construction Junction

There's a wonderful store in Pittsburgh called
Construction Junction. It's a nonprofit building supply store
that gets its materials from destruction sites and
landfills. They keep tons of "waste" out of landfills and
make things with it. Or rather, you make things with
it. Last night there was even an art show featuring art made with these recycled materials. Some of it was really
good. (To my eternal regret, I forgot my camera.) One
that made me laugh was some metal electrical device that,
when looked at in the right way, looked just like an African
mask. They added a porcelain body and had a caption coming
from its mouth. Really funny. There was also a creative
device made with old bike materials. Roughly, you pull a
bike brake lever, some marbles come flying out of a can onto
a bike wheel equipped with little grooves to catch the
marbles. This made the wheel spin and it popped a hub onto
a pipe which rolled down etc. etc. etc. until finally
a bike light got switched on. The kids were in awe!
Speaking of children, there was also a craft workshop making
collages with glue and recycled small ceramic tile. They
made all sorts of pictures. I just think this kind of
effort is so beautiful and necessary. Thank you
Construction Junction and Salvo Arts!

In lieu of pictures of the event, here is some art from the
Walker in Minneapolis where I
had a long layover last week.






Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Yoga

Yoga is not about stretching. The poses seem to be a series
of sophisticated tools to find out all the places one might
be holding tension. (With over 650 muscles in the human
body, there are many places to examine!) The yogi's task is
to release that tension. This is why yoga is not
stretching. For one may stretch in any frame of mind, but
tightness is a symptom of a lack of awareness. To release
tension requires the mind to become consciously aware of the
tension and to struggle to release it. This is primarily an
inner journey, and secondarily a physical one.

In defense of stretching, it clearly has measurable physical
benefits. These are not lost on the yogi. When a yogi
engages in physical exercise, afterwards he physically needs
to stretch the muscles to aid in the removal of waste
products like lactic acid. Clearly the yogi reaps these
benefits. But moreover, the heightened awareness gained by
yoga practice makes releasing the tension in these exercised
muscles easier, deeper and more thorough.

It seems that popular yoga practice of vinyasa is really an
extremely advanced practice, perhaps the height of asana.
Vinyasa seems to take the sophisticated postures of static
yoga and merge them with movement, thus incorporating asana
into everyday action. At a higher form, making movement
itself an art, like dance. But, while it is difficult to
imagine being fully aware of one's body in a particular
asana, how much greater must be one's awareness to be fully
aware while moving between asanas? This is a stage of
advancement unimaginable to me at this time, though is a
noble and beautiful goal.



Sunday, September 11, 2005

Versailles

I've been increasingly involved in the community of the
Unitarian Church in Pittsburgh.
I went to a lovely picnic there after service this morning,
and spoke with many of the members. One in particular told
me a wonderful story, which I relate here.

It was toward the end of the picnic, and I was looking for
a friend to say my goodbyes. I was standing around looking
lost, when an older man in a green T-shirt approached me.
He had a name tag reading John McCarthy, I believe. I
happened to be writing my name down to sign up for a
name tag, so he observed my last name. He started telling me
of his family in Ireland.


I'm slightly embarrassed to say that I was hesitant to get into this
discussion in the first place. There was a particularly
attractive young woman I was eager to speak with before I
left, and I was mostly listening out of politeness at
first. But what followed was one of the best stories I've
heard first hand in my life.


John's grandfather was basically
kicked out of the house (off the farm, actually) in Ireland
for marrying a Scottish woman. They emigrated to the US
and ended up outside Pittsburgh. His grandfather worked
as a plasterer and his mother did laundry for the wealthy
steel magnates in the mansions nearby their more meager
home. His father, the eldest of 4 boys, upon graduation
from elementary school, faced the (parent's) choice of
attending high school or going to work at Kaufmann's, a
department store. His mother told everyone that John Sr.
was going to graduate from high school, get an office job,
and help put the rest of his brothers through college!

After college, John Sr. was drafted into the army to
fight in WWI. He was such a good student in school,
however, that they pulled him off the front lines to be a
stenographer for the officers. He served this position
throughout the war. At the end, ready to go home to his
family in Pittsburgh, an officer approached him asking if he
would remain in the army a few more months. "Why?", he
asked. "We would like you to come to href="http://history.acusd.edu/gen/text/versaillestreaty/vercontents.html"> Versailles and record
the meetings that will be taking place there. He became
an official stenographer for Woodrow Wilson, Clemenceau,
Orlando and Lloyd George. He remembered Wilson vehemently
objecting to the one-sidedness of the treaty, counseling
compassion instead of revenge. He suggested, in John's
presence, that there would be another war if such a
"treaty" were enforced on the Germans. Indeed.

Walking out of the meeting room, I spotted the following
framed quote from Albert Schweitzer:

"The only ones among you who will be really happy are those
who will have sought and found how to serve."

It is a wonderful place.





An awesome falafel place in Berlin




A great book I read while travelling. In English of course.
I thought it was funny to see it in German.





The new Holocaust Memorial in Berlin.

Friday, September 09, 2005

This American Life

My life has been decidedly enriched by the radio show
This American Life.
It's basically a hodgepodge of stories from around the
country, usually on a theme given for the week,
eg. babysitting. It can be profound, ridiculous,
insightful. It is always touching, and consistently leaves
me smiling. Different kinds of smiles, but smiling always.

If you've never heard the show, check out the "Our
favorites" section. "Notes on Camp", "Act V" and
"Babysitting" are all phenomenal. So touching and

PS: I get a "Daily Ray of Hope" email from the Sierra Club.
One the other day was cute:

"The journal Mountain Gazette claims that it is printed on
paper "biodegradable with soy ink so environmentally benign
that, instead of recycling it, you can just pour milk on it
and eat it. The fiber content is guaranteed high."


My next few blogs will have pictures from my time in Europe last month.
This is Berlin at night.


Sunday, July 10, 2005

Nelson's Ledges

Nelson Ledges

I just got back from the most strange camping experience
I've ever had. Rachel invited me and Katie, along with 8
other friends. Eliza was in town, as she was driving
cross-country with her brother who just graduated from some
school in Florida. I met her in Seattle. We went salsa
dancing after I saw Deborah Voight in Lohengrin at Seattle
Opera. There were a ton of fun people, and the weekend was
fantastic. Nelson's Ledges , however, was a mix of wonder
and disaster. There was horrendously loud music playing
until (I'm not exaggerating) about 5AM. It was like some
kind of huge party in the woods. We were unprepared for
this, as it was advertised as "family camping". We managed
to have a good time nonetheless, playing scrabble, smoking a
huge hookah, listening to the other Sean play guitar and
sing, and reading from Bloom's book of children's stories.
As if to make up for all the drunk, high, rude people,
however, nature offered us a marvelous lake (a filled in
quarry) and some truly strange geology. Check out the
pictures.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Alexandra Nechita

I was recently reminded of an experience I had walking
around Boston a few years ago. I was on Newbury Street,
shopping with a friend of mine. Well, I wasn't shopping,
but she was. Thus, I thought myself totally justified in
stepping into a little art gallery for a breath of fresh
air, so to speak. I immediately noticed very large
canvases, something like Picasso (one of his myriad styles
anyway) but vibrantly colorful and intriguing. I asked the
owner about them. They were painted by a young artist named
Alexandra Nechita .
She was 12 at the time of the painting. I think she's 18
or so now. Wonderful...






Saturday, June 25, 2005

Erin McNulty

I just found out a daughter of my first music teacher,
Vivian McNulty, is a dancer in the San Francisco Ballet.
This has to be one of the most difficult jobs to get of
any profession. An
article
from our town paper, when she
landed the apprenticeship (before she got into the main
company).
The SF Ballet Roster
. What an unbelievable
achievement. Congratulations Erin!

Saturday, June 04, 2005

Thoreau has a blog

A blog worth reading...

http://blogthoreau.blogspot.com/

Friday, June 03, 2005

Sousa

I live in a building with elevator music. Heavy, classical
elevator music. Often it's kind of cool to hear Stravinsky
(I heard Rite of Spring last week) and Beethoven (9th
symphony?!) et al. But this morning at 9:00 I was forced to
travel 5 floors to the sounds of a Sousa march. This was
too much. I tried with all my might to ignore the
oppressive brass (and *@%^ing piccolo), but my mental and
concentrative powers were not up to the task. I burst out
the door as from death himself. I think I'm going to take
the stairs more often...

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Abi

I got Abi Tapia's
new cd in the mail today. She's a fantastic
singer/songwriter in Austin. I saw her live in Pittsburgh
last year. She's the cousin of a friend of mine here. I
love her story... She decided she wanted to be a musician
about halfway through college. She picked up a guitar, took
a few lessons, and started writing. A couple years later she
released her first (real) CD, and this is the second.
Go the website and listen to Calamine Lotion and Hand Over Your Heart.
Fantastic lyrics! It's so humbling to be privileged enough to study
music for umpteen years with tons of expensive lessons etc
and have someone like Abi come along, pick up a guitar, and
show you what it really is to be a musician. Humbling, but
wonderful just the same...

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Vixens, and Ceremonial Running Shoes

Wow... an entire month without adding to my blog. I have
an excuse! I was working like a maniac on the final draft
of a paper for
CADE-20
in Tallinn, Estonia. I was then in Banff for
a math conference,

Densest Packing of Spheres
. Tom Hales and Sam Furguson
were both there. I met
Noam Elkies .
While all his
mathematical, musical and chess accomplishments were
astonishing, my favorite trick was when
and he showed me how he could whistle and hum at the same
time... different voices of Bach fugues!.

Now I'm back in Pittsburgh, for about 10 days. I'm off
to Yellowstone with Barnaby and then home with my family for
a week. Why does the summer feel like it's almost over?
It's not even June.

I spent the last couple days putting my neglected cd
collection in my computer. I found a bunch of stuff I
hadn't heard for years that I forgot I love (the Bernstein
Mahler set), and some
things I owned but never listened to. One of these
is Janacek's The Cunning Little Vixen. Amazing little
opera! This discovery alone repaid my work tenfold.

Here's an IM conversation I had recently. It made
me laugh.

"Do you have tennis/running shoes?"
"ummmm, yes but no"
"huh"
"i do but...they're more symbolic than anything"
"We could go running... with your symbolic running shoes"
"we could, but we will not. They're ceremonial"







Saturday, May 21, 2005

Attn: B.F. Skinner fans

(They couldn't resist the last sentence...)

"The latest issue of Make Magazine volume 2 from O'Reilly publishing has an article on a cockroach controlled robot. Roboticist Garnet Hertz has mounted a Giant Madagascan Hissing Cockroach that drives a small mobile robot around by walking on top of a Kensington trackball. There is a row of proximity sensor triggered LEDs that shine light in the roach's eyes, making him steer the robot since roaches instinctively avoid light. Garnet's web page 'Control and Communication in the Animal and the Machine' details the project with several images of the roach in action. Debugging the project is inherently impossible."

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Why I Love Macs

Have you ever wondered, "What would happen if I
accidentally deleted my operating system kernel?" Well, I
can not tell you from experience that it's not that bad with
a Mac! I was trying to figure out why an installed program
(XSB-Prolog) wasn't working. It looked like a reinstall was
needed, so I was deleting the old version. Somehow it was
storing some files at the root level (/), so I typed
"rm xsb*". Of course, I got a "permission denied" error, so
issued the superuser version "sudo rm xsb *" Oh, wait. Did
I really put the space between 'b' and '*'? Uh, yeah.
Kernel, gone. Indexing data structures, gone. Luckily, the
kernel was in memory, so I quickly typed "unison all".
**Thank God*** that command worked and I watched with a kind
of perverted glee as I watched all my work from the last 3
days (bad bad bad to wait so long to unison...) be saved
on my remote (cmu) computer. Phew! Now what about all
those files in the generic "download" folder that aren't in
my unison tree? Could I still save those? (Dozens of cds
copied from the library that didn't get organized... bad bad
bad to wait so long to organize...) I brought the computer
to school (being careful to tell the power manager "sleep
never!"). I typed a few keystrokes and, ... keyboard gone.
Mouse gone. No interaction whatsoever. Oh, well. I can
just check out all those cds again. What about all those
pictures of my dad I collected from Nancy for his 80th bday?
I guess I can get her to send those again. (Why weren't
those backed up?) Hoping for nothing more than a day's
worth of agony reinstalling all my software and
reconfiguring everything, I put in the Mac restore dvd.
After 15 minutes, to my surprise and wonder, my old system
files were simply copied to an "Old System" directory. Not
erased. NOT ERASED???. What kind of uberOS is this?
Somehow it figured out that the old version (of which the
kernel was missing) was newer than the one I was trying to
install, so it simply copied the old system stuff to "Old
System" and restored EVERYTHING!!! I had to get some
programs from the old /usr/local and reinstall some System
Preferences stuff (like uControl) but that's it!!! It took
about 2 hours. (Update: the new iLife also died)
Anyway, I'm actually writing code now, instead of installing
software. Thanks Mac!

On the lighter side, my friend Chloe saw a book on my
shelf... Her comment:
"A Guide to Latex... (confused) Why?" :)

Friday, April 22, 2005

Cirque du Soleil

I had one of the most wonderful experiences of my life last
night. Cirque du Soleil is in Pittsburgh on a tour. It's
basically impossible to describe in words how magical the
night was. The tent was a beautiful blue and yellow canvas
swirl. It wasn't very big inside, and we could see the
entire (almost circular) stage very well. The show was
called Varekei. From their website

"The word varekai means "wherever" in the Romany language of
the gypsies the universal wanderers. This production pays
tribute to the nomadic soul, to the spirit and art of the
circus tradition, and to the infinite passion of those whose
quest takes them along the path that leads to Varekai."

There was a forest of tall golden trees (poles) in the back
where throughout there were numerous creatures bounding
about, often 25 feet above the ground. The show began with
a man dressed all in white with two long white feathers for
wings falling from the sky. After some inspection from the
multifarious and fantastical inhabitants, he was drawn into
the air on a diamond shape net. A spectacular, but at the
same time elegant and beautiful acrobatic routine followed.
He reminded me more of a wonderful dancer at a ballet than a
traditional acrobat.

There followed a number of beautiful scenes in this truly
ballet-like story. (There was hardly a word spoken.)
Some of my favorites:

A trio of probably 8 year old Asian children carrying 7'
ropes with bowls attached to either end. They had a
routine where they would get the ropes spinning and toss
them 20' into the air while doing somersaults, flips and
spin kicks underneath. A highlight was when they were
standing on each other's shoulders 3-high while the top two
continued to spin their ropes. They were so intense and
professional. It made me smile...

Another acrobatic scene: There were benches with a declining
angle (like a decline bench press). One would lie on the
bench and hold his feet up. Another would somehow launch
himself onto the awaiting feet. The top one proceeded to be
hurled in continuous flips and twists, often finishing
standing on the feet of the reclining one. It was a tour de
force in balance and charisma. It was literally
breathtaking (as were so many of the acts...)

Hands down the best juggler I've ever seen, or even hope to
see. There were the usual pins, balls, etc at which his
skill was superlative. But there was
wild new stuff as well he started throwing up these straw
summer hats at an angle above the audience. The hats came
back to him slowly (as when you throw a Frisbee diagonally in to
the air) while he was throwing others at other parts of the
audience. Meanwhile he was running a large circular loop
around the stage. It was so charming and funny. Just
marvelous.

A duo of acrobats on a simple ropes from the ceiling. They
did a symmetric dance. The symmetry was twofold. First
horizontal. Then vertical when one did a handstand and
variations using his two wrist ropes while the other
imitated his actions below. It was fantastic. (We heard
some enchanted middle aged women gawking at their awesome
bodies after the show...)

I've left out a dozen scenes, each worthy of comment, but
alas I have about 100 hours of work to do before Friday. I
remember when Cirque came to NYC. The tent was even on the
path of my long run, when I ran on Randall's Island. I
looked at the tent with envy, but decided I couldn't afford
the $80 ticket. This time I got lucky and, thanks to a
wonderful friend, found aa $20 ticket. The ticket is worth
every penny, and in retrospect I would have forked over the
$80 had I known what I know now.
If you ever have an opportunity to see them, it is truly a
magical, artistic, profound celebration of all things
beautiful about humanity.

(I found these pictures on the internet (had to turn my
camara off) but they convey a good sense of the environment)








Sunday, April 17, 2005

Mitsuko Uchida

I drove to Cleveland yesterday to hear
Mitsuko Uchida
play two Mozart concerti, 14 in Eb and 23 in
A. It was such a beautiful performance. I was in the
second row and was only about 20 feet from her. She was
conducting as well. Her enthusiasm and spirit are
intoxicating. I didn't know the Eb until I checked out the
CD from the (wonderful)
Carnegie Library.
I listened to it about 10 times
before the concert, and I'm so happy I did. It took some
time for me to find the magical spots (even though, in
retrospect, I know there are many). The A major is one of
the greatest works of art. I talked with Barnaby on my way
to Cleveland and he made the comical comment "Mozart was
AMAZING in A major". Indeed.

James Gaffigan"
conducted some early symphonies in between
the two concerti. I remember seeing him as a senior at NEC
conducting some Mozart opera scenes when Eve was playing in
the orchestra. Though I initially rolled my eyes when I
recognized who he was, I was charmingly surprised. He was
wonderfully clear and expressive, and had lost the
gratuitous showmanship he showed
when I saw him 4 years ago. He did a terrific job.

The most upsetting event of the day was seeing the vandalized Rodin sculpture at the back of the Cleveland Art
Museum. In 1970 some jackasses protesting Vietnam thought
it would be appropriate to destroy an irreplaceable work of
art with 3 sticks of dynamite. They remounted it with the
bottom torn open. It made me sick to my stomach to see such
a ridiculous sacrilege. Einstein's quip about the infinite
stupidity of man came to mind (along with a long chain of
invective).

Friday, April 01, 2005

Websites

I feel the overwhelming need to plug three funny websites.

Google Gulp is really funny.


Pigeon Rank
is hysterical if you studied B.F. Skinner
in Psych 101 like I did.

Overheard in New York.
It's a bunch of random overheardcomments posted by readers.
My current favorite:

"Central Park"

Jogger1 : "This run is totally just a warm up for a night of
hot bondage sex."
Jogger2 : "Yeah, totally."

Spring

Three! Yes, three 60 degree days in a row! Life is good.
Spring started off amazingly well. I went to the
Emerson
concert on Monday. They are so amazing! They started with
Beethoven op 18, which I wasn't really that excited about.
But thank goodness they didn't do anything more "serious",
because Shostakovich A major was next. My God that was
awesome. The violist was unbelievable, and they had really
good communication, esp the cellist. He was always looking
around smiling and nodding. It was great. Brahms f minor
piano quintet was last with
Jeffrey Kahane
, who was fantastic!
Such a wonderful musician and pianist! It
was the best performance of that I've ever heard. I heard
Fleisher do it at NEC, which was great given the
circumstances, but this performance was transcendent.
(Nothing against Fleisher. His recordings are forever
hanging in my Hall of Genius).


I've been really lazy lately. I don't know what's wrong.
I was probably depressed it was taking so long to install
DB2. I don't know how systems people do it. Staring at seg
faults and *!#&ing backtraces make me want to puke. Now
that it works, though, it's pretty fun and I have energy to
work again. I ported my prototype from ML to Prolog which
was fun. Now I just need to write a Prolog-SQL compiler and
I'm set.


I ran into Sara at the yoga studio last
night. I love
practicing over there, and it was so fun to chat and laugh with
her. We're so wonderfully similar. I'm so lucky to have
found a teacher and friend like her. Thanks Sara!


I held my recitation outside yesterday. (Day 1 of the
three day 60 streak!) It was great! I ran to the art store
to buy some newsprint and wrote with big markers. We had
the first "class discussion" ever, which was fantastic.
Someone asked a question to which I didn't know the answer.
I told them as much, but I knew there were basically only
two ways to think about it, and everyone
started discussing which it should be amongst themselves.
The setup outside was different, as we were in a circle
instead of the stupid row setup. Maybe I'll set up class
like that from now on. Hmmm... might be weird in a
classroom.


On the way home on Monday, I ran into Allie for the first
time since we broke up. It was nice to talk to her again.
Kind of weird... It wasn't as tumultuous as I thought it
would be, but it still left my head spinning a bit. Still
processing...


We learned about Natassa's PAX data placement algorithm in
class on Monday. Astonishingly, she decided not to patent
it. In her words
"I really believe that education implies free dissemination
of ideas, and the very concept of a patent opposes that. I
would feel hypocritical to choose to become faculty and at
the same time patent PAX. It was not an easy decision given
how much money were involved, but I sure am proud of
sticking to my principles :)."
I am so inspired by her decision! My good fortune seems
boundless these days.


All this stuff in 3 days!


"There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening, that is
translated through you into action. And because there is
only one of you in all time, this expression is unique, and
if you block it, it will never exist through any other
medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It
is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how
valuable it is, nor how it compares with other expressions.
It is your business to keep it yours. Clearly and directly,
to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe
in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware
directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel
open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction
whatever, at any time. There is only a queer divine
dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest, that keeps us marching
and makes us more alive than others."
-- Martha Graham