tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13812055118001152102024-03-24T16:45:51.234-07:00Plainfeather's BlogJames Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001431121249938677noreply@blogger.comBlogger516125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381205511800115210.post-46201519011777125492013-05-17T20:53:00.001-07:002013-05-18T09:34:14.297-07:00Kalamazoo 2013 - Marginalia<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There are several advantages in attending Kazoo, which you might view as a kind of Comicon for medievalists. First and foremost you are placed in the immediate proximity of a couple thousand often very smart people who frequently have similar or related interests to your own. A professional conviviality arises that is unobtainable elsewhere, since at home you are likely regarded as an eccentric or a social deviant, and there are probably not enough medievalists resident at your institution to even form a committee. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">An ongoing concern with medieval studies is the relentless quest for sources, and here you have a chance to examine the presenters to see if they’re on to something you’ve overlooked or haven’t yet discovered. I do this constantly, and sometimes it really pays off. The luminaries in the profession often show up here, the people you’re always quoting in your footnotes. It’s fun to see and hear them, and even talk to them as much as the objective circumstances permit. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Of the 250 sessions<span style="font-size: 12pt;">—</span>it's the biggest academic conference in the U.S.<span style="font-size: 12pt;">—</span> about two dozen are scheduled simultaneously, meaning that no matter how much you hustle, you will never attend more than ten per cent. You spend most of your free time trying to make up your mind from the catalog which sessions to visit. Nonetheless there inevitably comes the moment when you’ve exhausted your own interests, so you show up at a session concerning something about which you know absolutely nothing. And it’s exactly these encounters that open new doors, point to new directions. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In contrast with much of academia, the study of the Middle Ages is not so much hard-wired as it is endlessly diffuse. Almost everything that humans get interested in, almost every sphere of human activity you can imagine</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">—from numismatics and bee-keeping to interstellar travel</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">—</span></span></span></span> has some kind of medieval correspondence, in some cases also its point of origin.
And that’s the advantage of Kalamazoo, where one really gets close to this vast ocean of strangeness and alterity. It's like a distant planet situated both behind and before us, one which recedes from view the closer we get to it, as we marvel at its blurry, colorful enormity. It is truly a wonderment. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> “Runes and Gold Bracteates: The Futhark Sequences as Mythic Mnemonic.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The almost non-existent shuttle bus service between the buildings completely sucks, compared with previous years when the bus ran every ten or fifteen minutes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The soft ice-cream machine in the cafeteria was down on Day Two. This must never happen again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There should be introduced a bus service that goes to the Kazoo train station at 1pm on Sunday to meet the Wolverine back to Chicago. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;">DAY THREE<br /><br />Up betimes to prepare my presentation entitled “The Gargoyles of Yerba Buena: Medievalist Architectural Innovation in San Francisco 1900-1940” at the morning session. Unfortunately it coincided with the one event I really wanted to attend this year: a roundtable entitled “The Future We Want,” presided by Jeffrey Jerome Cohen, whom I’ve corresponded with but not yet met.<br /><br />The purpose of my own paper was to show what was distinctive about the profusion of medieval buildings that went up in San Francisco after the fire in 1906, and to argue more generally that medievalist architecture of the 20th century—because of the innovation of cast concrete as a construction technology and the new kinds of buildings in which it was employed—e.g. office buildings, high schools, Laguna Honda Hospital, SF Art Institute, etc.—deserves to be studied separately from either its Gothic Revival (1840-1860) or its Victorian Gothic (1870-1890) predecessors. In other words, medievalism in the 20th century had different things to offer than in the 19th.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This was probably the most productive day for me, due to a
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">DAY ONE<br /><br />A morning session featured a discussion of relations between the French and the papacy in the 11th century, and a presentation about Bonifatius (St Boniface, an Anglo-Saxon who converted many Germans, and founded monasteries and helped organize the German church in the early 8th c.). This scholar seemed knowledgeable about every single contemporary clerical comment written down about the indigenous heathens, worshipers of Odin/Wotan.<br /><br />I asked if one could identify some kind of turning point following the Reform Movement after the Concordat of 1122 when the popes, having deposed the German emperors from leadership of the church, decided to mix it up with French. There clearly are plenty of good reasons why the popes would want to, but what exactly triggered their interventions in French affairs?<br /><br />Then I asked what the condition and organization of the German church was at the time of Boniface and if anyone had found out when the first German monastery was founded, following Clovis’ conversion ca. 500. (They used not to call them the Dark Ages for nothing.) As I anticipated, the answer in both cases was no, but this is the kind of question one can profitably ask at Kalamazoo, just to confirm one’s own perceptions while ignoring the taint of public humiliation over one’s putative ignorance.<br /><br />In the afternoon I heard Richard Matthew Pollard, Univ British Columbia: “Identifying the Men behind the Popes in Early Medieval Rome: An Exercise in Methodology,” which I found really brilliant. I can’t recapitulate the argument here, but the idea is roughly that through analysis of Latin prose rhythms we can determine (for example) which letters Pope Gregory I. wrote himself, and which he assigned to his chancery, and this is turn may inform us about which matters he held most important.<br /><br />Having come to medieval studies only six years ago after a long career teaching English and German, I have lacked any real opportunity for manuscript studies, and I am full of envy for Richard’s experience and expertise. I spoke with him afterwards, and I was surprised that he remembered me from our brief conversation at Kazoo in 2009, when he was still a doctoral student at Cambridge with Rosamond McKitterick, the great genetrix of modern Carolingian studies. Richard totally made my day when he mentioned that he had used <a href="http://www.spdbooks.org/Producte/9780979339028/on-the-cultivation-of-gardens.aspx" target="_blank">my Walafrid Strabo translations</a> in a class he taught.<br /><br />An evening session devoted to Walter Gofford’s one-hour contemplation of Charlemagne’s conscription policies conducted me also into the physical presence of early medieval military historians Bernie Bachrach and Kelly DeVries, hitherto known to me only from the printed page.<br /> </span></div>
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the satisfaction of riding the marvelously anachronistic Chicago Elevated
Railway for 50 minutes into the city in order to transfer at Union Station
(ticket =$5). Unhappily both the elevator and escalator at Clinton were out of
service, compelling me to schlepp my impedimenta four flights of stairs
skywards, an unwelcome challenge since I banged up my knee a couple <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>years ago in the SFSU parking lot and have been hobbling around with a
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: normal;">I collapsed into my seat on the Amtrak Wolverine and
prepared for the two-hour journey to Kalamazoo. Compared with the California
Coast Starlight, it was a remarkably fast and smooth ride, comparable almost to the
better European trains. We passed through the industrial ruin that Gary,
Indiana, has become—Hephaestus’ forge is apparently extinguished in these
precincts forever—and, after a few tantalizing glimpses of Lake Michigan in the
distant twilight, we pressed on to my complete surprise past one of the most
adorable Richardsonian Romanesque railroad stations I have ever laid eyes on,
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brake and run out to photograph it, but according to a loudspeaker announcement
we had achieved our maximum speed of 110 mph—beat that California Coast Starlight!—and
I feared that at this dazzling tempo the train would never be able to come to
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University campus I fell into conversation with a young archaeologist from
Ireland named Fiona who had come a long way to present about a dig she was
undertaking somewhere in an Irish county whose name was unfamiliar to me. It
happened also that Fiona was not only cheerfully conversant but also drop-dead
gorgeous. Crazed from the stress of travel and falling victim to a sudden
attack of courtly love, I felt like throwing myself to her feet and saying: “Take me, Fiona,
I am yours forever, do me with me as you will, I will serve and obey you in all things
and never desert you, etc., now explain to me every little detail about
your marvelous Celtic excavations.”</span></span></div>
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I have now become 73— not much might arise from my abruptly conceived infatuation,
I wearily trudged off to my assigned accommodation. This year I decided to play
the disability card with my house assignment and was given what must be considered
an executive suite compared to the jail cells they stash the unfortunate undergrads
and the other conference visitors in at this place. The cafeteria is just downstairs,
and I don’t have to share the bath with anyone, all for the same thirty clams per
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Extinction-grade cataclysms require official authorization to support their imagined arrival. <i>Muspilli</i>, the <i>Weltuntergang</i>, the annihilation of Middle Earth, the Flood, the Fire-next-time</span>—<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">all end-of-the-world scenarios achieve legitimacy through the agency of a Grand Signifier. For the Middle Ages, this could only be the Bible; in our time it is "science" that fills the same function. Those who support political action to reduce global warming will argue that "most scientists agree that...," while those opposed will say that "scientists are unable to demonstrate that...," and so on. What remains constant from medieval to modern is the underlying fear that indeed our precious yet precariously positioned world will </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">someday </span>come to a terrible end.<br /><br />Other ruminations about <i>Bibliothèque nationale de France, Français 28. f. 66v</i> can be found by Jeffrey J Cohen and others <a href="http://www.inthemedievalmiddle.com/2013/05/intercatastrophe-overwhelmed-outside.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></div>
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<br />James Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001431121249938677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381205511800115210.post-57175875135531051522013-05-14T08:38:00.000-07:002013-05-16T10:14:03.530-07:00A willing servitude<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's true I suppose that blog writing has been gradually going out of fashion. I suppose also that we are all owned in one way or another by Google, a willing servitude in my case since I have been making use of their Blogger product free of charge for a few years now.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />Last Fall however Google "monetized" my blog by inserting ads into it, without any warning or endorsement from me, which in no case would have been forthcoming since for s<span style="font-size: small;">tarters </span>I'd not buy any of the ridiculous junk they were advertising.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />Unwilling to yield to corporate fascism as I've been compelled in so many other areas of my life, and not knowing what else to do about it, I simply stopped writing. I left the blog intact, because I get about a hundred hits a day whether I write or not, mostly Googlers I suppose who are searching the topics I've written about. And I do still receive comments, one from a woman in Stockholm who had never been to San Francisco but had seen the movie <i>Vertigo</i> and enjoyed <a href="http://plainfeather.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-neighborhood-mckittrick-hotel-33.html" target="_blank">my post about it</a>.<br /><br />Now I notice that the ads have disappeared</span></span>—<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Google must have thought I died or something</span></span>—<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">so I am going to start blogging again, and we'll see what happens next.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">There is a particularly nice congregation gathered at the Shirahige Shrine at Lake Biwa. The statues are considerably larger than normal, and the little park integrates a traditional Shinto shrine as well, which is somewhat unusual in Japan since Buddhist and Shinto sites generally maintain a respectful distance.</span></div>
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Earthships are made (actually sculpted) from recycled materials, notably soda cans and used rubber tires mixed in with adobe (mud and straw) for stability and insulation. Through an ingenious system of solar panels, water recycling methods and heat-regulating thermal columns bored into the ground, earthships are practically self-sustaining and self-insulating in all climates.<br />
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The <a href="http://earthship.com/">Earthships website</a> provides relevant details and much technical information.<br />
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<br />James Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001431121249938677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381205511800115210.post-56678655084028842882012-07-22T09:04:00.000-07:002012-07-22T09:04:27.523-07:00Taos PuebloI spent most of last month visiting friends in Albuquerque and Taos. The most memorable event was a visit to the Taos Pueblo, which has been in existence for about a thousand years, making it perhaps the oldest continuously inhabited community in the United States.<br />
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Doors and windows were introduced after the Spanish intervention. Originally the rooms were entered via a system of ladders on the rooftops dropping into holes in the ceiling. The entire complex thus functioned as a fortress against raids from other tribes. Today the pueblo is, as we were told, inhabited mainly by young men who must spend a year of residence there in the interest of tribal solidarity.<br />
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It is possible to live long enough to see the meaning of
words change. A generation older than mine would not have associated the word
"gay" with a sexual minority. The word "obscene" formerly
referred to sexual misbehaviors: the charges of obscenity to which James Joyce
or Allen Ginsberg or Lenny Bruce were subjected and which were dismissed in subsequent
court trials now seem completely outdated. "Perversion" also seems to
have lost its conceptual applicability, perhaps because child abuse is the only sexual
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Instead, "obscene" has become a kind of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Schimpfwort</i>, a term that denigrates a
wide variety of unacceptable behaviors that aren't sexual. One speaks of obscene profits made by
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Either way, there is still a mysterious aura of odium
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There's hardly any reason to rail against sex in
advertising, which no doubt will endure as long as capitalism. But the only thing
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phantasies about women with oversized breasts, and one recalls also all those
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Sabrina herself, whose principal claim to popular attention
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like Arnold Schwarzenegger in his youth, whose physical economy was famously described once by
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The Doggie Diner figure on the other hand is a masterpiece
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It reminds you of the marginalia in medieval manuscripts
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distinctly un-medieval margins of Bay Area roadways. Perhaps its inherent
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I wonder often what ever became of the little old ladies. As
a social category they seem to have vanished from public view many years ago. I
remember them well from my youth: walking around Boston in the afternoon hours one might encounter
them shuffling down Tremont or Washington streets. They seemed to gravitate
naturally to Boston Common, where they assumed ownership of every second park bench, claiming the shade under the bureaucratically-designated
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Little old ladies were recognized by their loose-fitting,
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oversized shopping bags and occasionally rolled-down stockings. Their shoes
deviated far from the norm conventionally assigned to elderly women at the
time, which involved black orthopedic-looking leather shoes and dark stockings. In
flagrant disregard of geriatric fashion, little old ladies simply wore on their
feet whatever was comfortable, anything from house-slippers to sneakers.<br />
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I don't know if these women were really as impoverished or as socially victimized as
they appeared. Certainly there does come a time in old age when you decide to
chuck appearances altogether and concentrate on comfort as a survival strategy.
But in my mind they seemed to me the original beatniks, "beat" in the
primal sense of the word, not so much "beatified" as Kerouac
conceived it, but rather as a sub-set of feminists resolved to ignore any conventionality
and carve for themselves a chunk of private space in a dismissive world. In my
imagination I thought they might be disguised bodhisattvas, like the ancient
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Of course there is no longer a place for little old ladies
in our suburban mall-culture, where if you want to desist from shopping and sit down somewhere, it's going to cost you. They do seem to enjoy a digital
resonance however, as seen from a wonderful selection of photographs taken by
Phil Maxwell, presently available at <a href="http://spitalfieldslife.com/2012/06/03/phil-maxwells-old-ladies/">Spitalsfield Life</a>.</div>
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<br />James Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001431121249938677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381205511800115210.post-29823149226147796292012-07-01T17:48:00.000-07:002012-07-01T17:52:48.465-07:00Lübeck — Part Three<br />
Lübeck Cathedral <i>(Lübecker Dom)</i> was the first of the red-brick churches built in North Germany in the cities bordering the Baltic Sea. It was dedicated in 1247 and constructed without buttresses, so that the side aisles are much narrower than inside the larger Marienkirche, and they shoot upward at steep angles.<br />
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The Cathedral was badly damaged in World War II, and the Arp Schniter organ of 1699 was replaced with a modern Wacker organ.<br />
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<br />James Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001431121249938677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381205511800115210.post-75205956041654200752012-06-05T11:20:00.001-07:002012-06-05T11:20:22.053-07:00Transit of Venus<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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Great post today about <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Crosby" target="_blank">Harry Crosby</a> and the Transit of Venus at Steven Fama's <a href="http://stevenfama.blogspot.com/2012/06/transit-of-venus.html">the glade of theoric ornithic hermetica.</a></div>
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All brightness like an orchestra of swords<br /> All flashing messages of joy<br /> All gay as ladies with their lords<br /> Meteor with comet spinning spun<br /> New every morning with the sun.</div>
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The Holy Ghost Hospital (<i>Heiligen-Geist-Hospital</i>) in Lübeck was built in 1286 and looks today much as it did then. It housed a monastic foundation that rendered charity to the sick and needy.<br />
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Eventually the Hospital was converted into an old age home. These wooden cubicles were built in 1820 and inhabited by older persons living on charity up till 1970. Note the fine medieval roof.<br />
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Inside the nearby St Jakobi-Kirche, whose war-battered tower is seen as it was around 1980, are found two of Germany's most interesting organs.<br />
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In these badly faded pictures you can see first the Friedrich Stellwagen transept organ from 1636-37. It incorporates Gothic pipes from the 15th century, making it one of the oldest instruments in Germany.<br />
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The Great Organ in the Jakobi-Kirche appeared in different versions between 1466 and 1740.<br />
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An hour's train ride from Hamburg, the Baltic seaport town of Lübeck<span dir="auto"> was the most important city in the Hanseatic League. The city was largely destroyed in the bombings of World War Two. This Merian map of 1641 shows it in its glory days.</span><br />
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<span dir="auto">I took dozens of photos from my visits there, mostly inside the ancient redbrick Gothic churches which have been well-restored.</span><br />
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This cgi from Game of Thrones shows the San Francisco Palace of Fine Arts in the background, and a second shot of the same dome enlarged behind it. The buildings in front were photographed in Malta. Ned Stark is about to be decapitated: Joffrey and retinue are on the platform to the left, waiting for the Lord of Winterfell who will enter through the portal at the right.<br />
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The Palace of Fine Arts was built for the Panama-Pacific Exposition of 1915. Obviously its creator Bernard Maybeck, shown below at home with his family around 1910, would have been completely cool with its appearance in Game of Thrones.<br />
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<br />James Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001431121249938677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381205511800115210.post-28061226783499673362012-05-19T17:18:00.000-07:002012-05-20T07:36:48.943-07:00You be the judge<br />
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Good fun is to be had at <a href="http://ybtj.justice.gov.uk/">http://ybtj.justice.gov.uk/</a>, where you can compete with British judges in determining the proper judgement for miscreants who have been convicted and are now up for sentencing.<br />
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As a proper medievalist, my habitual sentence for most of them would be something along the lines of toss-'em -in-the-dungeon-and-throw-away-the key, but a couple of the cases proved me a real softy, bestowing justice more leniently than the actual judges.<br />
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What surprised me that if the evil-doer says<i> I'm sowwy</i>, the sentence is apparently automatically mitigated--fat chance that would have in this country.<br />
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It helps to know that misdemeanors are tried in magistrates' court, and more serious matters in Crown Court, which is robed. The modern judge's costume looks ridiculously unattractive compared with the scarlet robes, white ermine cuffs, buckle shoes and long wigs which His Lordship wore in times gone by. If you're going to make a theater out of the trial system, why not really go for it.<br />
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+James Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001431121249938677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381205511800115210.post-25473327310037815092012-05-14T08:42:00.000-07:002012-05-14T09:03:38.048-07:00Pellworm<br />
The little North Frisian island of Pellworm on the North Sea coast of Schleswig-Holstein is a convenient escape from Hamburg on hot summer days. It is encircled by a dyke upon which grazing sheep circulate in a somewhat diffident manner.<br />
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Over the edge is a thin strip of beach populated by day-vacationers, probably Hamburgers. Note the pounding surf, an object of derision for any visitor from California.<br />
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German beach behavior should be and probably is already a worthy subject of sociological analysis. First, there signs are posted which divide the beach like grids on a sheet of graph paper indicating what it is permitted and where: let your dog run free, take your clothes off, build a sand castle, etc. Second, the visitor stakes claim to a small parcel of beach sand over which s/he becomes the temporary proprietor. This may be accomplished by renting a <i>Strandkorb</i> or "beach basket" in which you can sit and activate your nature experience by staring out at the ocean.<br />
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Or if for some reason you feel encouraged to resist entropy you might rent a bicycle and examine the island's rather minimal architectural heritage, which includes an attractive ancient parish church.<br />
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North Germans are proud of their patch of sea coast on the North Sea and on the Baltic. To hear the touristic and media hype, you'd think Germany was one of the great sea-faring nations of the world. This is distinctly not the case, but there are many pleasant moments to be found along the German coast.<br />
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And also some odd ones. I can't remember where I took this photo of a monument to an ocean mine, (probably Cuxhaven), or rather to those who were killed by such. I couldn't figure out from the inscription whether enemy personnel who were blown up by the German mines were being memorialized, or rather those who were laying the mines, in which case they must have been awfully clumsy.<br />
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+James Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001431121249938677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381205511800115210.post-57294534723469309082012-05-13T10:20:00.000-07:002012-05-14T07:19:22.240-07:00Jugglers I have known—3/3<br />
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Francis the Juggler anticipating the momentary arrival of a set of
dumbbells being hurled to him by his partner at the Renaissance Faire in
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+James Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001431121249938677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381205511800115210.post-38152762633717982492012-05-11T07:03:00.001-07:002012-05-11T07:03:31.679-07:00Jugglers I have known—2/3<br />
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+James Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001431121249938677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381205511800115210.post-23801611295365220432012-05-08T20:05:00.002-07:002012-05-08T20:06:47.116-07:00Jugglers I have known—1/3<br />
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+James Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00001431121249938677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381205511800115210.post-45251718856236576552012-05-06T08:39:00.000-07:002012-05-06T18:43:11.587-07:00Scenes from academic life—Just say no.<br />
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More academic funnies at <a href="http://whatshouldwecallme.tumblr.com/post/21337599533/when-i-get-an-e-mail-from-school-telling-me-i-have-to" target="_blank">whatshouldwecallme.</a><br />
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