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Wednesday, July 31, 2013

A Series of Posts


Every Day I Search for Beautiful Things

I have a series of posts which I published close together within the last day.

Here they are, in chronological order:

- Chinese Woman Still in the Ghetto

- Brief Book Review:
Against Inclusiveness: How the Diversity Regime is
Flattening America and the West and What to Do About It


- Every Day I Search for Beautiful Things

- Bubblegum and Diamods: Birks Summer Showcase

- Reclaiming Beauty

- Race Resolution
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Race Resolution

Laura Wood, at the Thinking Housewife, has a correspondent who wrote her saying this:
I was an avid reader of View from the Right and appreciated the many insightful posts and essays by the late Lawrence Auster regarding Western civilization, Christianity, and race. However, the racial issues bothered me so that I occasionally inquired him concerning his ability to reconcile Christianity with race realism (or human biodiversity, as I like to call it). To his credit, Mr. Auster posted some of my questions on VFR and thoughtfully responded to them...

My regret is that I never identified my race to him as I wanted to keep our exchanges as objective and impersonal as possible. In truth, I am a black man who has avidly studied race realism for at least ten years. The topic daily occupies my mind from the moment I awake until night falls.

Every day for over a decade. No exaggeration.
Another, non-anonymous, correspondent replies to this anonymous reader/writer:
Man, poor man!! From the moment you’re awake until night falls? How can you be thinking that it’s your duty to carry the weight of the whole race on your shoulders? As a Christian, you of all people should understand Who is and who isn’t capable of of bearing such a burden. And if my reading is correct, even He balked at the task. Cut it out!!
Coincidentally, this was what I was saying to Ying Ma and her life-long, and quite certainly daily, preoccupation with her race in my post Chinese Woman Still in the Ghetto.

I think this perpetual, and perennial, identification by non-whites with their race is dangerous for America (and Canada). If such people cannot find any points of interaction between the predominant white and Western culture in which they live and their own racial and cultural background, there is something very wrong.

The anonymous black writer, in many ways, has no choice. America is his land. It was Lawrence Auster, with whom I corresponded with full disclosure of my name and background, who clarified these difficult dilemmas. He said that America is a country based on white culture and white dominance (not in the white supremacist manner, but through leadership). Throughout the centuries, Americans have made great efforts to right the wrongs of slavery, and have given blacks what their counterparts in other black countries can never have.

The difficult burden that is the fate of American blacks is to accept this historical fact and reality, and to live in America with its white and Western focus. They don't have to love it, but they can respect and accept it.

Ying Ma's story is very different from this anonymous black's. Her family willingly came to America, and according to excerpts from her book, this was less a political decision than an economic one. They wanted the goods that America could provide for them and their children. And Ma did excel, entering all the big schools, and acquiring her achievements with distinction.

Yet, she cannot remove China from her thoughts and activities. I can understand this. And I think it is natural, and even right. But she is doing it in the wrong place.

I've been writing for a couple of years now that immigrants (and children of immigrants, although Ma qualifies as a first generation immigrant) who cannot adapt to Western life, and whose constant thoughts are about their "race" should simply return to their countries.

China is now boasting that it is a developed country, with a large and prosperous middle class. Life is much easier now than when Ma lived there. Rather than live with this dual ambiguity, but with the bias slanted toward China, returning to her original country might be the best move she can make.
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Reclaiming Beauty

Jamie Glazov, of Frontpage Magazine, and now also running the Jamie Glazov Productions, produced by the David Horowitz Freedom Center, was to interview me on my ideas on Reclaiming Beauty.

Below is our email communication.

KPA, June 11, 2013:
Dear Mr. Glazov,

I am a designer and an artist.

My work incorporates many Canadian and American themes.

I am writing a book titled: Reclaiming Beauty.

I would like to know if you will have me on your show to discuss my book, and my larger ideas.

I believe that we are now at an impasse in our Western civilization. I have been chronicling these progressions, both in America and in Canada, at my websites, Our Changing Landscape, Camera Lucida, and most recently at Reclaiming Beauty.

I decided to focus on beauty because it is usually the first to deteriorate where civilization begins to break down.

My book (and website) are not simply chroniclers of events, though. I hope that the book becomes a small guide to show the way out of this impasse. And I hope that the website evolves into a kind of a group movement, where we not only discuss these issues online, but become activists in our communities and societies.

I have lived in Canada (mostly Toronto) for the last twenty years. I have lived in France and England, and a short while in Mexico. I left my country of birth, Ethiopia as a young child.

I have also lived and studied in the United States, in Rutgers University, New Jersey, and the University of Connecticut.

I have a digital arts degree, which includes film and photography, and extensive training in painting, drawing and textile design.

My articles have been printed in Frontpage Magazine, The American Thinker, ChronWatch and in the Botanical Artists of Canada.

Here is my resume:

Here are the preliminary chapters to my book Reclaiming Beauty:

And here are my websites:

Reclaiming Beauty

Camera Lucida

Our Changing Landscape

Kidist P. Asrat Photographs

Kidist P. Asrat Articles

Well Patterned

Thank you for your attention,

Sincerely,

Kidist Paulos Asrat
Glazov, June 11, 2013:
where do you live sir? and what is your political disposition?
KPA, June 13, 2013:
I am "Miss" and not "Sir"! Actually, it is a common mistake.

I live in Toronto, Canada.

You may remember me from articles I have written for Frontpage Magazine. Here is a link to my articles published at FPM.

Kidist
Glazov, June 13, 2013:
Ok thanks Kidist...well the show tapes in L.A.....if you are gonna be in L.A. I would try to work something out to make it happen. Cheers, Jamie.
KPA, June 24, 2013:
Dear Jamie,

I'm working on coming out to LA. I have a chapter I want to write about wine (its aesthetic, religious, gastronomic, etc. aspects) and I am contacting some wine experts in the wine country for interviews.

By the way, does your media company have any funding for guests on its show? I'm trying to secure funds for the plane ride and a few nights in a hotel.

Thanks again for your interest and invitation. I look forward to meeting you.

Kidist
Glazov, June 24, 2013:
Hi Kidist, sorry my friend, our budget is very tight and we do not have the means to pay anything for guests. Wish you the best, Cheers, Jamie.
KPA, July 30, 2013:
Dear Jamie,

Once again, thanks for your interest.

It looks like I will be able to make it to California in late August, early September. I will come over for the day, stay over-night, and leave the next day, after the interview.

Please let me know the exact date that you can put me on your program.

And could you also tell me the exact location of your organization, so that I can start booking a hotel. And if you know of any bed and breakfast type of places, please also let me know.

By the way, I was listening to some of your interviews, and your recent one with Ying Ma really struck a chord. Here is the link to my post Chinese Woman Still in the Ghetto on Reclaiming Beauty. I hope I wasn't too harsh.
Glazov, July 30, 2013:
Hi Kidist, I will be away all August and early September so unfortunately I can't schedule anything for this time. Sincerely, Jamie.
KPA, July 30, 2013:
That's fine. I was working on doing one big trip to the U.S. I have a group meeting with Jim Kalb [and] Orthosphere in mid-late August in NYC, and I thought I could make the trip down to California that way. In fact, after Sept. is better since I can book a low-season ticket/hotel early.

Kidist
Glazov, July 30, 2013:
the genre and plans for the show are changing in the future so i cannot promise anything. sincerely, jamie.
Glazov diplomatically changed his mind about my interview. I think it was because of my post on Reclaiming Beauty Chinese Woman Still in the Ghetto. Here is the link. My post is about Ying Ma, the author of Chinese Girl in the Ghetto, whom Glazov had interviewed on his television show. In the eyes of modern conservatives (and modern people in general) any direct reference to someone's race, and attributing their behaviors to that cultural and racial make-up, is tantamount to racism. I am sure this is how Glazov took my post.

He was so busy admiring the many achievement and activities of Ma, that he overlooked one very important fact: all of Ma's activities center around her "Chineseness." I questioned the wisdom of allowing people like Ma to enter important areas of American politics such as Ma's trip to China with the U.S.-China Economic and Security Review Commission. At what point will her loyalties be to America only, and not to some ambiguous connection to China? How can we trust her not to relay vital information to the Chinese, directly or inadvertently?

Ma left China around the same age I left Ethiopia. She came to America as an immigrant (legal immigrant, she is happy to inform us). She left China because her parents were looking for better economic prospects. I left Ethiopia because it was a matter of saving my father's life. We were political dissidents. My father was part of the Haile Selassie regime, and he secured a post in the Paris-based UNESCO months before the regime fell apart, and the brutal and vicious dictator Mengistu Haile Mariam took over. Many of my father's colleagues, and friends, were imprisoned. Some were excecuted. This would have probably been the fate of my father.

But, by the grace of God, we ended up in Paris, the most beautiful city in the world! My young years until my late teens were spent between school holidays in Paris, and boarding school in England. My brothers and I got the best of the Western world. We were hardly wealthy. Most of my father's assets had to remain in Ethiopia (and were later confiscated). We lived in cramped apartments. And UNESCO payed the bills for our primary and secondary education. My parents then sent us to college in the U.S. Only one child could secure UNESCOS's college education assistance (which I received, being the eldest), and later, I managed to get a collection of scholarships and grants which took me through graduate degrees.

Soon after we arrived in Europe, we had very little relations with Ethiopia. There were a handful (three of four) Ethiopian families in France since almost all who left Ethiopia had gone to America. I speak Amharic, but my youngest brother barely speaks it. All my post-Ethiopa life has been immersed in the West. But, it wasn't for lack of opportunities that, for me, Ethiopia was in the background. New York and Los Angeles have a huge hub of Ethiopians. When I went to college in the U.S. at seventeen, I could have resumed "where we left off," and started a whole new chapter of "Ethiopianness" with the huge community in New York, but for I opted to stay away from that. I couldn't understand the nostalgic relation to a country which is so far away, culturally, geographically and for me, emotionally.

My blogs and writing will show that I am a unique (odd, some will say) defender of the West, and Western civilization. I have tried to include some Ethiopian elements, primarily its Christian heritage, but that seems to be the only, significant, point of intersection with my Western-oriented work. I have been asked, both in my writings and in my design work, why I don't focus on Ethiopia. Each time, I have ignored those remarks, or made a quick, dismissive reply in order to be left alone. The questions have never been genuine, and were by people who were in some way trying to belittle Western civilization.

And I have been rewarded for my reticence. I have been discovering the extraordinary gifts of Western art and culture since I was a ten-year-old in Paris.

I have maintained this blog (or series of blogs), without any interruption, and without changing my original message and direction, for abut ten years now. And the fruit of that labor is that my writings have enough articles and thought-out arguments that can be published in a book. I hope that will interest, and attract, a much wider scope of people than blog readers.

The book will not be (is not) a "personal" memoir, a la Hirsi Ali, and now Ma, but a theoretical and cultural analysis of art and culture in our West-phobic world, with the aim to reclaim what has been cast aside, and to revive Western culture to the best of my ability, and the best abilities of those whom I hope will join forces with me.
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Bubblegum and Diamonds: Birks Summer Showcase

Below are photos I took of Birk's jewellery store, in a mall, amidst the impersonal chain-stores. Birks is a chain itself, with its head office based in Motreal. I asked the shop assistant what the round pieces were. "Bubblegum." "Really!?" I then asked him who designs the windows. "Head Office sends us a blueprint for the design. We follow that," he replied. So all Birks' stores look alike.

Still, the idea is quaint, and the effect is lovely, with several window niches showcasing their own variations of bubblegum and diamonds.


Birks on Twitter, Facebook and Apps?


Marco Bicego Jewellery
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Every Day, I Search for Beautiful Things


Claude Monet (1840–1926)
Title: Reflections of Clouds on the Water-Lily Pond
Date: c.1920
Medium: Oil on canvas
Dimensions: 78.7 × 502.4 in
Location: Museum of Modern Art, New York City


A reader (Bob) posted this quote by the impressionist artist Claude Monet on my post To the Waterfront:
Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.
Bob wrote:
Marvellous, reminds me of Monet's "Everyday I see more and more beautiful things"
Thank you!
This is a wonderful compliment.

But I would change the quote a little to describe my own particular activities:
Every day I search for beautiful things.
In these days of the disappearance of beauty from our daily lives, beauty has gone into hiding (or has been swept aside in some corner). So rather than discovering beauty we have to search for it, hidden in museums, books, the still-standing architecture, classic films, gardens. I have provided a long list (fortunately, the list is still long) of places we can get started with this quest.

But, Bob's remark is a great compliment. I think that through my personal approach, I can be sincere in my quest, which is at times simple, at other times a great pleasure, and sometimes a difficult burden.

Lawrence Auster said something similar in an email to me. He wrote to me in mid-January (2013):
"There is something appealing about your semi flow-of-associations writing. Not everything needs to be big and important. What you provide is a feeling of your life, of yourself."
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Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Brief Book Review: Against Inclusiveness: How the Diversity Regime is Flattening America and the West and What to Do About It



I hate to copy full texts from any book, especially one newly published, but sometimes that is the best way to make a point.

I've got Jim Kalb's new book Against Inclusiveness: How the Diversity Regime is Flattening America and the West and What to Do About It. It arrived at the bookstore where I placed the order far quicker than I expected (about four days). I think that is faster than Amazon.com's delivery time, unless one pays extra for overnight shipment.

In any case, I went to the table of contents first, and found in Chapter 10:
Making it Real
Difficulty of the Struggle - Towards an Anti-Inclusivist Right - Fundamental Needs: Ideals (The True, The Beautiful, The Just and Good, Religion); A Favorable Setting - Making the Case - Limits
I went to the "The Beautiful" section on pages 170-171, and below is what I read:
For modernity, beauty is no less a problem than truth. Since it makes man the measure, the scientistic view assimilates beauty to personal preference. It puts beauty in the eye of the beholder, and so makes pushpin as good as poetry. Such a view is contrary to all intelligent experience. Beauty is evidently part of how things are. It forces itself on us as something of indubitable value that cannot be reduced to personal preference. That is what it means to recognize it as beauty. Our perception of it may depend on taste, but a personal element does not make a perception merely subjective any more than the dependence of knowledge on qualities such as intelligence, experience, and good sense makes truth merely subjective (5).

Beauty falsifies the dogma that denies reality to whatever is difficult to analyze and impossible to measure. It connects the material world to something beyond itself and gives us an immediate perception of something transcendent that is worthy of our love. It gives pleasure, so it attracts and pleases, but it is no less at odds with the technological outlook than fasting and prayer. It cannot be forced, and technique serves it, but does not create it. You have to wait on it and let it be what it is.

So anti-technocratic education must emphasize the beautiful. When those who appeal to tradition and the transcendent lack a sense of beauty, what they propose seems less an absorbing way of life that leads us to a grasp of the reality of things than one arbitrary ideology among others, a matter of rules, team spirit, and group dominance and not much else.
5. For a ground-breaking study of the objectivity of aesthetic valuby by a scientifically-trained architectural theorist, see Alexander, The Nature of Order: An Essay on the Art of Building and the Nature of the Universe.
I think beauty is even more problematic than truth. There is truth, based on facts, objective, scientifically obtained facts, but how does one objectively establish beauty?

The problem may be less difficult for scholars and (honest) artist, but how does an ordinary person identify and accept beauty?

One's children are "beautiful" however ugly they may be in reality. One's religion is beautiful. Look at the beautiful mosques that Muslims build to express the beauty they see in their religion. One's language has beauty, however gutteral it may sound. An ugly outfit designed by a prestigious designer is considered beautiful by the high-society woman who wears it.

Yet, these same people will recognize truth, and reject lies, if they are truthful to themselves. An ordinary person can identify truth and lies, and will often discern lies even when sugar-coated with what seems like truth.

Beauty, in modernity, is far more problematic, and far easier to misidentify, than truth. It requires a different level of discernment. It may indeed really be the territory of experts who can identify it, and who relay that information to others. People can live without beauty for a longer period than truth, as long as they have some basics fulfilled like a family life, a comfortable income, shelter and food, and even find it acceptable to live without beauty.

But, ultimately, lack of beauty is far more insidious, because it drains people's objective reality slowly. One can fight against an obvious lie, but how does one fight for beauty? Walking by an ugly building, day after day, will numb the soul. Perhaps we can be saved by small acts for beauty, like Winston in Orwell's 1984, when he bought a paperweight simply because he found it beautiful amidst the soul-numbing ugliness around him.
Winston looked round the shabby little room above Mr. Charrington's shop. Beside the window the enormous bed was made up, with ragged blankets and a coverless bolster. The old-fashioned clock with the twelve-hour face was ticking away on the mantelpiece. In the corner, on the gateleg table, the glass paperweight which he had bought on his last visit gleamed softly outof the half-darkness...

[Julia] brought the glass paperweight over to the bed to have a look at it in a better light. He took it out of her hand, fascinated, as always, by the soft, rainwatery appearance of the glass.[1984, Part 2, Chapter 4]
And here is the seemingly innocuous paperweight being smashed to pieces by the thought police:
Something crashed on to the bed behind Winston's back. The head of a ladder had been thrust through the window and had burst in the frame. Someone was climbing through the window. There was a stampede of boots up the stairs. The room was full of solid men in black uniforms, with iron-shod boots on their feet and truncheons in their hands...

There was another crash. Someone had picked up the glass paperweight from the table and smashed it to pieces on the hearth-stone.

The fragment of coral, a tiny crinkle of pink like a sugar rosebud from a cake, rolled across the mat. How small, thought Winston, how small it always was!...

There was another, lighter step in the passage. Mr. Charrington came into the room. The demeanour of the black-uniformed men suddenly became more subdued. Something had also changed in Mr. Charrington's appearance. His eye fell on the fragments of the glass paperweight.

'Pick up those pieces,' he said sharply. [1984, Part 1, Chapter 10]
Charrington knows that beauty is revolutionary. It can ignite the rebellion of the weakened and submissive, like Winston. Once Winston realized the possibility of acquiring beauty, he started to gain some strength.

Kalb makes similar observations about the re-creation of language and meaning in liberal society in his new book:
To some extent, the new standards are based on the view that the old ones were bad, because they had to do with the non-commercial and non-bureaucratic arrangements of the old society. Reversing and violating those standards has therefore become a virtue. Central and marginal have changed places: Islam has become a religion of peace, homosexual couples stable and loving, blacks wise and spiritual, immigrants the true Americans. In contrast, Christianity is presented as a religion of war and aggression, Middle Americans as violent and irrational, Republicans as the Taliban, and traditional marriage as hateful, oppressive, divisive , and pathological. When women and minorities do well, they deserve the credit, when they do badly, white men deserve the blame. Any flaws in the groups promoted from the margin to the center are whitewashed, the more glaring the flaws the thicker the coating. [P. 8]
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Monday, July 29, 2013

Chinese Woman Still in the Ghetto


Design for book cover of "Chinese Girl in the Ghetto"

The cover is designed by Kristina Phillips, whom Ying Ma credits in her book's acknowledgements. It is not clear what this Chinese character is doing. Is she sweeping, is she flying on a broomstick?

This is en par with the ambiguities of the book. Is Ma writing as a Chinese? Is she writing as and American? Is she happy to portray herself as a Chinese character (the painting is pretty and delicate)?


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Jamie Glazov, of Frontpage Magazine, and his news media company Jamie Glazov Productions recently produced a two-part show with a panel discussion on the Zimmerman case.

What especially interested me about this show are his guests, and particularly a guest called Ying Ma, who is identified as the author of Chinese Girl in the Ghetto.

The show has this introduction:
This week’s Glazov Gang had the honor of being joined by Ying Ma, author of Chinese Girl in the Ghetto, Ann-Marie Murrell, the National Director of PolitiChicks.tv, and Tiffany Gabbay, National Development Director for the David Horowitz Freedom Center.

The Gang members gathered to discuss Race-Hustling After the Zimmerman Verdict. The discussion also focused on Ying Ma’s memoir Chinese Girl in the Ghetto, which sheds disturbing light on the double standards in our society of what racial violence is discussed and what type is pushed into invisibility.
Ying Ma came to America as a ten-year old. She sounds like an American-born Asian, with her accent-less English. Yet, she identifies herself as "Chinese" in all her communications, and especially in her recently published book Chinese Girl in the Ghetto. The ghetto of her book's title is the black ghetto in Oakland, California, where she immigrated from China. Why didn't she find a way to make an equally dramatic title for her book without emphasizing her Chineseness, but focusing on her Americanness instead?

I think she does so because of her life in the black neighborhood, where she was identified as Chinese and attacked because she was Chinese, by blacks and Hispanics, and how her racial make-up brought racial antagonism and violence towards her by blacks and Hispanics.

Some twenty-five years after those childhood incidents, after excelling in academics and maintaining a successful professional life in America despite her difficult beginnings, she ended up building her own Chinese ghetto.

Here is how Ma describes her professional activities on her website:
Ying Ma (馬穎)...writes regularly about China, international affairs, the free market and conservatism, and much of her research explores the nexus between political and economic freedom with respect to China’s rising influence on the global stage...

Ms. Ma has...managed corporate communications at Sina.com, the first Mainland China-based Internet company to list on the Nasdaq Stock Market; and served on the first professional staff of the U.S.-China Economic and Security Review Commission, a congressional commission established to examine the security implications of America’s economic relationship with China.

From 2007 to 2012, Ms. Ma was a term member of the Council on Foreign Relations.

In 1998, Ms. Ma served on the staff of an American delegation whose leaders were appointed by former President Bill Clinton and invited by former Chinese President Jiang Zemin to visit China and discuss religious freedom. She traveled with the delegation throughout China and co-drafted the report that the delegation subsequently presented to the U.S. Congress and President Clinton.
What is fascinating about the quote above is the Chinese script that she uses for her name.

Her biography states:
Ms. Ma is fluent in Chinese Mandarin and Cantonese.
If ethnicity is such a problem for her, and if she has to refer to her Chinese ethnicity to validate her career and her life in America, then why doesn't she simply immigrate back to China, rather than change, or redirect, life in America to be more Chinese? The Chinese middle class has now has acquired many of the daily comforts that she didn't have when her family moved to America.

And in view of past evidence of Chinese-American spies infiltrating American companies and universities, how are we to trust Ma not to relay important, classified, information to her Chinese counter-parts in China? The evidence shows that she is a likely candidate:
- She is fluent in two Chinese languages
- Her university degree is in "Government" so she has good knowledge on the workings and functions of government
- She was involved in and employed by a China-based information technology company
- Her book relates her life in terms of her Chinese background
- She writes articles with China as the focus
- She served in the U.S.-China Economic and Security Review Commission
- She is a policy advisor on China
- Her current job focussing on Chinese businesses in the U.S. as senior vice president of SDB Partners
- Her SDB role also states that she "assists international companies in developing positive relations with U.S. government agencies.." This sounds like a guarded way of including Chinese companies, without naming specific countries.

She clearly maintains Chinese contacts through her professional and editorial activities. And her life in general is focussed around China and her Chinese background. But her position on China is ambiguous and strained. On the one hand, she forthrightly acknowledges the many problems with China, yet on the other hand, she gives many green lights for the U.S. to nonetheless pursue economic relations with this secretive, and potentially dangerous, country.

Her book's unofficial sub-heading is "A story about defeating the welfare state," which are the words she's posted above the information on her book at her website. Yet, the table of contents doesn't indicate that this is the book's focus. The social conscience she wants us to obtain from her writing seems like wishful thinking and a guilty reappraisal of her criticism. Or to add a bit of political and social seriousness to another dime a dozen memoir. It seems like both a marketing and a political strategy.

Ma writes nothing personal in her articles, her "personal blog" and her social media sites. This is odd, considering she has penned a book that appears to be very personal. A link at her blog is titled "My Favorites," which ends up being her favorite interviews and articles! What is it about America that she likes besides having this "freedom" to do whatever she wants? What is her favorite movie? What favorite restaurant does she frequent? What novels does she read when she's not working through her policy manuals? What paintings does she admire? What kinds of foods does she know how to cook?

This blogger has provided an excerpt of the kind of personal details I was looking for elsewhere. But the precious, personal item she covets is a pencil she received from a friend in China:
When Ying Ma comes to America she experiences theft for the first time. She encounters a situation [over which] she has no control due to the language barrier between her and her classmates. Three classmates steal her pencil that was a gift from her friends back in China and is very significant to her. When she can’t defend herself or communicate with her classmates who steal her pencil she turns to Cindy, another classmate who also speaks Chinese. Cindy translates to the teacher what happened and the teacher confronts the classmates, but they deny stealing anything. The teacher has no proof so she moves on from the incident and tries to replace Ying Ma’s special gift with an ordinary #2 pencil. Ying Ma is infuriated when she sees the classmates are not being punished for what they did. Her anger turns to hate, “I hated the three thieves. I hated their poverty, which had inspired then to covet my possession and conspired with them to take it from me. I hated their parents, who had failed to teach them that being poor was no excuse to steal. I hated myself for not adequately guarding an irreplaceable gift and for not doing all that I could have done to retrieve it once it was gone” (Ma 82).
And in another article, the author excerpts Yang's "nail polish" story that Yang uses as an example of the things one cannot have in communist China. Yang doesn't look like a woman (serious conservative and all) who would regularly wear nail polish. So rather than mention the nail polish as an aesthetic desire, she inflates the story, and the nail polish, into a communist-forced "equality" episode. Now in America, she can have all the nail polish she wants, and for what?

It is very easy to provide a distant, impersonal portrait. Then she can get judged on the "rightness" of her endeavors. But it is also (perhaps especially) the small details make the man (or woman). And we have none of that from her.

I speculate that she cannot find these "favorites" to disclose. She may really not have any, or they may be few and insubstantial, like the nail polish story. Therefore, I once again question her commitment to America as a place, rather than America as the idea of freedom and liberation.
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Saturday, July 27, 2013

To the Waterfront!

A couple of days ago, I walked several blocks down Yonge Street to get to the waterfront, or to Harbourfront, as it is known in Toronto. I took my camera, since it was a beautiful, sunny summer's day, and I was sure I would find somethings to capture along the way.

Here is my route, in pictures:




Black-eyed Susans behind The Royal York Hotel


The Royal York Hotel
Built in 1929 by architects Ross and MacDonald



Detail of the Royal York Hotel facade
On the Front Street entrance
Across from Union Station



Interior of Union Station, archway with lamp


The Guastavino tiles of Union Station's ceiling


Maple Leaf Chair in the Harbourfront Centre


Tugboat on Lake Ontario
I was sitting on a bench in front of the lake, eating a sandwich for lunch, and watching the tugboats on the lake. A large seagull waddled up before me, wanting a share of my vittles. I shooed it away. No effect. It was a bold, and emboldened, creature. I ignored it and the intruder left on its own will.

I continued to watch the tugboats maneuvering on the lake.
[All Photos By: Kidist P. Asrat]


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Thursday, July 25, 2013

Royal Baby: George Alexander Louis


The only thing I fault Kate and William with is that they could have waited until they
got to the palace before showing the baby, and that they dress less casual. But, they
probably wanted to show that Kate was doing fine as she left the hospital.


I've cricicized Kate Middleton in previous blogs. I only commented on what I saw: Kate in Islamic headscarf while visiting a Muslim country. In retrospect, to be fair, she probably had to wear the scarf to avoid inflamatory response, in this world of Muslim terror. And Queen Elizabeth had done the same, although as a monarch, she can decide that what she wears anywhere is appropriate to her own culture and traditions. Instead she chose to catapult to Muslims' aggressive demands.

As I wrote in this post:
Queen Elizabeth also went barefoot, and diligently covered her head when she went to the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque in Abu Dhabi in 2010, and at the Green Mosque in Turkey in 2008.


Kate Middleton has had her share of minor scandals, from vacationing topless in some Caribbean Island (hasn't she learned from her predecessors that cameramen are everywhere) to hot-pants photos surfacing from her college years. She also "co-habited" with Prince William while they were students in Edinburgh, and after. Still, I don't fault them, in this confusing world of moral ambiguities.

But, I've always maintained that William is serious, and takes his role seriously. He has decided to live up to higher standards than what his father passed on to him. I think, in a sad way, it is his memory of his mother that gives him that strength. Despite her many errors, Diana loved and respected the monarchy, and gave that sense of correctness to her son.

I wrote here about Kate and William:
But, still, I like [Kate's] style and she's somewhat demure in this age of all-exposure. I think she's trying to bring some decorum back into the scandal-filled British monarchy, and with her husband, the quiet and serious Prince William, I think she may just do so.
As she quietly adjusted to royal life, her demeanour, and her wardrobe, started changing. She was in Canada for St. Patrick's Day, in 2012, where I wrote:
I've always liked Kate. She seems quiet, smart and has adjusted remarkably well to royal life, unlike her sad mother-in-law Diana and her aunt Sarah. Perhaps she learned from their sad mistakes. I've got a few blog posts I've meaning to do on her, and her modest but elegant style, which I'll get to.
I don't know about the future of the monarchy. The British people clearly still see it positively, from their joyful reaction to the new royal member, Kate's and William's son. As I was watching the various news coverage, I could see how serious William is, and how supportively subordinate Kate is (she is no Diana). If there is anyone who will salvage the tainted image of British royalty, it is Kate and William.

Monarchies may come and go, but people will always need leaders, or a hierarchy of leaders, who decisively guide their people and nation. These leaders are symbolic as well as actual. They may perform their functions, but they also have deep symbolic importance. If the right leader is not in view, then the wrong one will usurp the position. Look at what happened in Germany with Hitler, who was submissively followed by leader-hungry Germans.
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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Several New Posts

I've posted several new posts in quick succession.

Here they are:

- The Cross with the Pearl
- Lilac + Hat = Summer
- Roadside Yellow Lilies
- Columbo's Canine Aide
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The Cross With the Pearl


Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls: Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it.
— Matthew 13:45-46, King James Version
My pearl is worth very little (it is not the perfect round pearl that one adds to a string of pearls. But, I like it's oval shape, and it stands out amongst the diamonds and rubies. I found this tiny gold-plated cross at some accessory store (it came with other cumbersome large crosses), and I'm did not have to sell all that I had to buy it. But, for some reason, without knowing these verses from the New Testament, I decided to wear the pearl and the cross together.

I will say, though, that the chain is gold, 14kt according to the label.
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Lilac + Hat = Summer



I'm collecting hats. This is the best time to get summer hats, with 50% and more off from Sears. This lilac hat is from the Sears brand "Jessica" and was going for $14.99, on sale from $19.99. And lilac seems to the the color of this summer. It seems like an unobtrusive, quiet color, but it brightens up the ensemble.

One should not be afraid of hats. No-one wears them these days. It seems like plastering spf-loaded sun creams is the alternative to getting the sun out. But nothing helps like a good, wide sun hat.

People actually stop me in the street and ask me where I got my various hats. Some people remember me because of my hats.

So far, I have wide-brimmed orange and green straw hats, and a narrower brimmed white hat with a cream and white band and bow around the rim.
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Roadside Yellow Lilies


Yellow Daylilies

These are yellow daylilies growing in front of a convenience store in a small patch by railings. The sidewalk is just in front.


[Photos By: KPA]

From some google and image searches, I've identified it as the Hyperion Daylily. Here are its characteristics:
Modern Daylilies are the product of many years of breeding work, resulting in freely blooming plants of the easiest garden culture. They form dense clumps of grassy foliage, with upright stems of trumpet flowers. This classic selection has large, fragrant lemon-yellow flowers. Repeat blooming. Midseason. Plants do not usually require dividing for several years, but are easily split apart in fall or early spring. Spent flower stems can be trimmed back after flowers are finished. Remove old foliage in late fall. An older selection, but still an outstanding garden performer. Award winning.

Flower Colour: Yellow
Blooming Time: Mid Summer, Late Summer
Foliage Color: Deep Green
Plant Uses & Characteristics:
Accent: Good Texture/Form
Border
Containers
Culinary
Cut Flower
Drought Tolerant
Rabbit Resistant
Fragrant
Massed
Specimen
Flower Head Size: Large
Height: 35-39 inches
Spread: 23-35 inches
And more information from this site:
HEIGHT: 36-40 Inches SPREAD: 20-30 Inches ZONE: 3-8 (Here is a "zone" map)

Although an antique in the hermerocallis world (introduced in 1925) this clear yellow flower remains unsurpassed in its color class and is still one of the standard varieties used by gardeners everywhere. Its 4" yellow flowers that bloom in July and August are accented with a pale lime throat and have a sweet fragrance that is lost in most modern hybrids. Easily grown in well-drained soils in full sun to part shade, it is an aggressive enough grower to quickly crowd out weeds if planted in groups, making it a carefree and colorful groundcover. Tolerant of heat and humidity, 'Hyperion' will still appreciate occasional deep watering during dry spells to keep the foliage an attractive back drop for its numerous stems of bloom.
Theodore Luqueer introduced the daylily through cross-breeding:
Theodore Luqueer Mead (February 23, 1852 - May 4, 1936) was an important American naturalist, entomologist and horticulturist...As a horticulturist, he is best known for his pioneering work on the growing and cross-breeding of orchids, and the creation of new forms of caladium, bromeliad, crinum, amaryllis and hemerocallis (daylily). In addition he introduced many new semi-tropical plants, particularly palm varieties, into North America. [Source: Wikipedia]
This sturdy flower with its dynamic yellow color and abundant leaves, brightens up city sidewalks and parks.


Hemerocallis flava
Pierre Joseph Redouté (1817–1824)
Les Liliacées, vol. 1: t. 15, 1805-1816


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Posts on Redoute at Camera Lucida:
- The Art and Science of Lilies
- More Flowers: Redouté's roses
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Monday, July 22, 2013

Columbo's Canine Aide


Good-bye, Lieutenant Columbo
By: Whiteling
Columbo with his beloved canine, Dog


My favorite detective, other than the classy Jessica Fletcher who solves murders in Murder She Wrote (I blogged about her here), is her complete opposite: the scruffy Columbo. Fletcher looks, and acts, efficient and observant. Her method is methodical. Columbo, with his scruffy jacket, mop of a hair, squinting eye (which he lost due to cancer at age three, and which is a prosthetic) and exuberant side-kick dog, is less threatening. People don't notice him much, so he gets away with rummaging through homes, cars and other private properties.

"He looks like a flood victim," Falk once said. "You feel sorry for him. He appears to be seeing nothing, but he's seeing everything."

Columbo's side kick dog is a large, friendly basset hound, with a deep and boisterous bark and an incessantly wagging tail. He is also pretty stubborn, and at times makes his master Columbo carry to where he's supposed to go. And Columbo obliges, even when he has not time for stubborn, tail-wagging dogs sabotaging his murder investigations.

The dog's name is...Dog. Nothing else would fit, is Columbo's excuse for not naming the poor Dog.

Columbo is a detective of Italian descent. He is actually played by Jewish actor Peter Falk. But to my surprise, during the episode Identity Crisis, Columbo rips through in Italian with one of his co-actors, Vito Scotti, who plays Salvatore Defonte, an Italian winemaker.

But, Dog takes over the scene whenever he appears, which is why Columbo leaves him in the car (with promises of ice-cream) as he goes about the important work of solving murders.
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Sunday, July 21, 2013

Euan Uglow: Putting Man Above God

A reader sent me a link to an article on the painter Euan Uglow, and I responded thus:
This is a fascinating artist, in that he has convinced himself that he is doing something "beautiful" or I should say artistic. He is giving us banality, bleak ordinariness, and dejected and disappointed human beings. The writer, Maureen Mullarkey, is quite taken in by it all, as is the case with contemporary critics of art, who don't critique paintings as much as eulogize the painters.
But, Mullarkey is also a painter. And it is no wonder she is so taken by Uglow. Her style, stark and bleak, is very similar to Uglow's.

Here is some information about Uglow (what an apt name, one doesn't need much to turn it into ugly).
Uglow was predominantly a painter of the human figure, although he also painted still lifes and landscapes. His method was meticulous, involving a great deal of measuring and correction to create images that are not hyper real, but appear almost sculptural. Writing in 1990, Tim Wilcox said "[Uglow's] staple is the traditional studio nude but set in relation to an artificial space contrived by the artist himself with geometrical markings and the odd prop used as if by a minimalist stage designer."[Source: Wikipedia]
The telegraph's obituary says this about his style:
Although a high proportion of his relatively small body of work consists of portraits, landscapes and still life paintings, Uglow was thought of principally as a painter of nudes. These he attempted to paint as he saw them, a devotion to truth rather than to beauty which led him to develop an unusually rigorous method of working...

The results, much influenced by Piero della Francesca, Cézanne and Giacometti, were in the classical tradition, though curiously flat on the canvas and stripped of extraneous emotion or sensuality. [Source: The Telelgraph]
It is interesting that the most critical writing on Uglow's work is found in his obituary by a nameless writer. This supports my observation that contemporary art critics are afraid to express their dislike of contemporary painters.

This mere blogger is a little more forthright when he writes:
Rather than using paint like De Kooning to express conceptual truths through the application of paint, Uglow is using paint to illustrate observable truths. That is the difficulty with these paintings, they do not offer that personality and come off as a little analytical and cold.
But then he capitulates soon after:
The formal aspects of his work would inspire any formal junkie or figurative painter with its nuanced observations and Uglow’s visible handy work despite this criticism. However, his work should be taken with a grain of salt. Uglow’s method of painting evolved from the idea of concept before form, that is what makes it personal. He is one of those rare painters which forces you to reevaluate your own aesthetic, because the paintings are so visually compelling.
And the best (most clear-sighed) critique is from Adrian Searle at the Guardian, who writes:
Uglow was a student at the Slade of William Coldstream, whose own life paintings had about them a chilling air of self-denial, and Uglow went on to develop Coldstream's approach through his own years of teaching in the same art-college life room. To me, it always smelled like a death room; every year a new crop of belated Euston Road painters would emerge from it, their pallid painted figures nicked with little registration points and tiny painted crosses, like so many torture victims, done-over in shades of umber and grey.

A style like any other, this was and is a look masquerading as a moral quest. About it all hangs an air of futility, and a sense of something murdered... Here, the act of looking and recording is presented as a joyless test.
The rest of the article is worth reading,and it is here.

Adrian Searle studied art at various art schools in England I could find only one of his works, which is not very good, but has a better "story" than Uglow's nudes.

I wondered if his cricicism of classical painters is as eulogizing. This is his article title on a Leonardo da Vinci exhibition at the National Gallery in London: Leonardo da Vinci at the National Gallery – the greatest show of the year?

And he has sexualized, and even homosexualized, Caravaggio's paintings:
There is a frisson of the trans-gressive about Caravaggio's art, a morbidity as much spiritual as it is - to modern eyes - sexual and social. It's difficult not to come over a bit queer looking at Caravaggio, whatever one's sexual orientation or habits; whatever, even, one's actual sex...

But there are so many metaphors and symbols here for the modern eye. Look at the sexualised massiveness of Christ's torturers in The Flagellation (click here to see the work), and the homoerotic aspects of earlier Caravaggio, as well as of the ephebe-like St John The Baptist (click here to see the work). Think in particular of the androgynous David with the Head of Goliath (click here to see the work); the lovely sag of David's diaphanous shirt, his beardless face a foil to the bloody gurning head of Goliath (supposedly a self-portrait of the artist), which he proffers. David gazes at his victim's squinting head not as a trophy but with something like compassion. He holds the slender blade of his sword against his own crotch, at an angle that mimics a male erection. Above the blade a gape in his clothing looks very like the folds of a vagina.
I wont go into this much, excpet to say how irritatingly unimaginative and unlearned he is, despite his professed erudition. For example, David was a young man when he confronted Goliath:
Meanwhile, the Philistine [Goliath], with his shield bearer in front of him, kept coming closer to David. He looked David over and saw that he was little more than a boy, glowing with health and handsome, and he despised him. [1 Samual 17: 41-42]
It was precisely the bravery of the young David, "little more than a boy," which set him apart from, and eventually earned him a place in the Bible.

To prove my point about Searle's insidious speculations about David, this art critic writes:
David then cut off Goliath’s head and presented it to King Saul. You would think this would be a moment of triumph, or maybe triumph mixed with disgust, but instead we see what I can only call stern regret.

Of course it has all of Caravaggio’s hallmarks: the murky shadows from which the figures emerge into stark light, the masterful modeling of the human body, the touch of gore...

David with the Head of Goliath is a double self-portrait. The young Caravaggio has slaughtered and decapitated the old, dissolute Caravaggio and holds the head of his victim with a mix of sorrow and disgust...

It’s easy to think of Caravaggio as simply a bully. A jerk with a taste for violence. But I think this painting more than any other makes it clear he was more than that. He knew who he was, he knew his sin and his guilt; he knew the depths he had fallen. That beautiful youth was still inside of him, and he looks at the wreck he has made of his own life and sits in judgment at his own choices.
But I suspect Searle is one of those post-modern, atheist artists who believes that man should be glorified, rather than God. I would conclude that's his reason for having such a visceral dislike for Uglow's paintings, who has reduced man to dreary, banal everyday-ness.

But his differences with Uglow (and Mullarkey) is only a matter of degrees. Man can be eulogized through ugliness too, as a forceful, powerful element combating the ever-scorned beauty. In their Godless world, they have all put man above God.


David with the head of Goliath
1610
Caravaggio (1573-1610)
Oil on Canvass
49 in × 40 in
Galleria Borghese

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Saturday, July 20, 2013

Race and Truth: A Tale of Two Personalities

Addendum: I wrote this post over a couple of days, and was doing the final touches yesterday when I saw Obama's comment on Trayvon Martin on a CBC news report. He made the speech on Friday July 19, in the White House press room.

The video of his speech is below, and here is a link to the transcript.

I've posted some highlights from his speech below the video.



"Trayvon Martin could have been me 35 years ago."

"There are very few African-American men in this country who have not had the experience of being followed when they are shopping at a department store. That includes me."

"There are probably very few African-American men who have not had the experience of walking across the street and hearing the locks click on the doors of cars. That happens to me - at least before I was a senator."

"There are very few African-Americans who have not had the experience of getting on an elevator and a woman clutching her purse nervously and holding her breath until she had the chance to get off. That happens often."

"The African-American community is also knowledgeable that there is a history of racial disparities in the application of our criminal laws, everything from the death penalty to enforcement of our drug laws," he said. "And that ends up having an impact in terms of how people interpret the case."
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There is a photograph now (very recently) circulating of George Zimmerman's family.

Below is the photograph. Zimmerman's black great grandfather is holding George's mother, Gladys, in his arms. The woman in the back is George's grandmother.



The photograph was taken in Peru. Gladys Zimmerman, George's mother, traveled from her native Peru to Florida to visit relatives, where she met Robert Zimmerman Sr. They married in 1975.

Zimmerman must be aware of this photograph, of his infant mother in his grandfather's arms. That is a powerful image to have of one's close relative. In the multi-ethnic family in which he clearly grew up (this source says that Zimmerman's mulatto grandmother took care of him as a child), Zimmerman must have had some empathy for all these different races. How can he hate a black grandfather? How can he hate a Hispanic mother? And his white father of German descent?

Here is the contrast of ethnicities between Robert Zimmerman Sr. and his wife Gladys Zimmerman:



In the jumbled racial world in which Zimmerman grew up, he cannot have strong "racist" feelings, unless he is after some vendetta for the obvious confusions this heritage brings him. And everyone who knows Zimmerman says he was not a vengeful person. He grew up to be an upright and good man.

Shame on those who try to malign him.

The jurists, try as they probably did, couldn't find anything with which to implicate him.

I think his saving grace was his cry for help as Travis was pummeling him on the back of his head. Neighbors heard his shout, as did the telephone call he made to report his capture of the assailant.

What mature, adult male cries for help when attacked? He fights back instead.

I think he was crying out to God, to someone higher than him to prevent him from doing what he he knew he was driven to do. But, he obeyed that instinct. He had to defend himself.

George Zimmerman was after truth, not racial bias. He was doing his job of protecting his neighborhood, with which he had been entrusted. He

Slowly, surely, the demonic hatred of whites by non-whites is coming to the surface.

But a non-white with a varied and multi-ethnic background, including a black one, who pursues truth and reality, and stakes out a black criminal, is deemed a "white racist" whereas a non-white with almost a similar racial background of white and black roots, yet who demonizes whites and favors and enriches blacks, is deemed acceptable. And who is the latter? None other than President Barack Obama.

But, as I've written before, whites are understanding this. Their persistent support of Obama is not paying off. He is in fact systematically weakening them, with the aim of strengthening blacks through their (whites') money and efforts.

Sooner or later, whites will catch on, for good.


Left: A jovial, happy Obama. It seems he had a different, happier, childhood from George Zimmerman's.

Photo Source: Salon.com describes Obama's and Ann Dunham's photo, from which I cropped the above Obama portrait, as:
US Democratic presidential candidate Senator Barack Obama (D-IL) is seen as a child with his mother Ann Dunham in an undated family snapshot from the 1960's released by his presidential campaign, February 4, 2008.
Right: Zimmerman at seven years old, young and serious.
Perhaps life as a multi-racial child was not easy
Photo Source: Daily Mail
I have deduced Obama's age in the photo above, since there is no age given anywhere online where the photo appears (how can professional sites not include an important .
- Obama was born in 1961
- Various sources, including the 2012 Financial Press, indicate that the photograph was taken in Honolulu.
- Obama was in Honolulu twice:
-- Once when he went to kindergarten from 1966-1967
-- Much later in 1971 when he returned to resume his 5th grade, after time in Indonesia from 1967-1970.
- The photo of the toddler Obama was taken in 1966, presumably when he was there for his brief Honolulu stay in kindergarten.
- Kindergarten age for US schools is five to six years old
Based on this, I would put Obama as five or six years old.

From this bit of leg work, what I intended to do was to show the two very different personalities of who resemble each other racially.

Obama seems to have taken his racial confusion to the level of a vendetta, where whites are the evil incarnate, whose financial and empathic energy needs to be milked to right the wrongs they've done, from slavery to impoverished inner city black neighborhoods. He won his election on the guilt of whites and the vendetta demanded by blacks.

Zimmerman, who was labeled as a white racist, in fact has black and non-white Hispanic roots. Yet, his search was for truth, or more precisely, a desire to fight the evils of crime. The testimonies that keep surfacing show that he was, if anything, doing his job of keeping his neighborhood safe from criminals. Yet, he is shown no mercy by blacks, who refuse to see what is in front of them, and will rearrange facts to suit their bitter demands.

Truthful blacks and angry whites will at some point demand that these biases stop. It may be a "civil rights" type of peaceful transition, or it may be more violent and volatile.

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Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Ruminating


From the installation The Pasture
1985
Bronze
Toronto Dominion Centre, Toronto
By: Joe Fafard (1942 -)
[Photo By: KPA]

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Monday, July 15, 2013

The Presence of Evil


Twisted Architecture: Evil manisfesting itself visually
Mississauga, Ontario


The folks at the Orthosphere have an interesting discussion about evil in a recent post. In the comments on the post, J. Smith writes:
Have you ever walked into a room where really bad people were doing really bad things? I have, once or twice, and it seemed to me there was something hanging in the air like a bad odor. It wasn’t an odor I smelled with my nose; I sensed it with my soul, much as I sense beauty or goodness. When we sense beauty, we often say that it is “sweet.” When I sensed evil, I would say that it was fetid, like the combined odor of soiled laundry, rank garbage and stale urine.
I agree with him, that some react viscerally to evil. I think I do. I think it is a manifestation of my whole body trying to find beauty, and when it is absent, or rather when it's opposite is present, I react viscerally. I literally get scared, and there is nothing seemingly tangible to make me afraid. If I say " I don't like this place, let's leave," people often look at me as though I'm a little unstable.

I react to smell. This is natural, an unpleasant smell can mean an unwashed person, or a dirty road (with stale urine, as J. Smith writes). But the smell I detect is rancid, pervasive, and has an odd pungent sweetness about it. As though it will not go away, and will embalm me as well. It can be on a person, in a room, or in some public place like a park or a store. In one grocery store, I finally had to tell the manager that the smell is unacceptable. He tried to air the store (clean the floor with detergent, spray air freshener, etc.), but the smell never went away. And I stopped going.

I react to sound. But these days, everything is at a higher volume, from the sound in movie theaters, traffic on the road, and even people's conversations. Many times conversations are conducted on cell phones, in extra loud voices, as though being on the phone renders one deaf. And these days in Toronto, there are a lot of loud, foreign languages. Indian and Chinese dominate. The Chinese languages especially seem harsh and aggressive, as though they are a manifestation of the people, their character and intentions. I avoid restaurants during rush hours, or sitting next to groups of people I know will converse at a higher volume. Thus, it seems as though the universe is getting louder with ugly noises, and with people blithely participating in those noises.

I react to taste. Food that smells bad often means food gone bad, so this is again a natural, physiological reaction. But I seem to have acquired some kind of "inner" taste, where I detect a ingredient that I cannot define, but which makes me unable to eat the food. And it is not a matter of cleanliness, or the food gone bad, but something unpleasant about that "ingredient" which closes off my appetite.

I react to objects. My Reclaiming Beauty website is really an attempt to bring back visual beauty into our otherwise ugliness-infested world. But, wherever I go, I see ugliness: in badly constructed buildings, in the drab grays that people wear, in the lack of simple etiquette of "thank you" and "excuse me." This afternoon, as I was riding up the elevator, I saw a man carrying a child approach the closing doors. I pressed the "open" button so he could get in. He did make it in, and stood at the corner, without even a sliver of a thank you. "You're welcome" I said, looking at him. Nothing. He looked Philipino, or from one of those hybrid Asian countries. The fine art of etiquette is out the window (or the elevator) if people can no longer even make small talk in elevators, for whatever reason.

There is some kind of animalistic, aggressiveness behavior that is seeping into our atmosphere. It is not simply narcissism, but a dearth of sensitivity, and humanness. In some cases, it is downright callous as though people have become possessed with something strong and evil.

As another commenter at the Orthosphere writes:
Some part of me believes that the Lord is allowing the Enemy to run rampant in the world so people like me can open their eyes, recognize supernatural evil, and reach desperately for God’s mercy. I hate sounding like a millennialist. Perhaps it was always this way. However, this degree of evil, such that the powers that be call evil good, and good evil, seems better explained by some horned influence. Everything seems to be so outside the acceptable range of moral behavior; its cognitive dissonance makes me believe that there is something supernatural at hand. It may be a blessing in disguise, because if the prince of this world is out there, so is the Lord. However, it pains me to think about my children, who will inherit an Earth under Satan’s dominion, and will have to endure trials that perhaps few of us are prepared to endure.
I really think we have reached that stage, and we need to prepare ourselves for the consequences.
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Friday, July 12, 2013

Linden Flower Patterns

One of the reasons I take photographs of plants, and mainly of flowers, is to find ways I can incorporate them into my textile and other pattern designs. Not all flowers are amenable (or easily amenable) to patterns, but I think the linden plant can work well as a pattern. I recently took photos of the flower and leaf, which I posted in The Linden Tree Flower and its Fragrance.

Here is a diagram of the linden flower, with a cropped photo of a similar area of the flower:



Surprisingly, there are not many (readily, web-available) designs for this flower. People seem to prefer to stencil the leaves and the tree.



And the flowers are often graphic and simplified.



The honeysuckle flower, which I think resembles the linden flower (in fact, I first thought the linden flowers were honeysuckle) is a more difficult flower to design. It is less structured than the linden tree flower. But it is a popular design, because it is a more prominent, and visible flower.


Honeysuckle textile and wallpaper design, 1883
By William Morris (1834-96)



Trumpet Honeysuckle (which is probably what Morris used for his design)

While preparing the linden flower design, I would make it less graphic (but not too detailed either). I would make the colors more dynamic, with brighter green leaves and a deeper, more mustard yellow for the flower. I would also add different parts of the plant, from the stalk of the leaves to the berries (less of the branches), to add more dimension and interest to the design. But I would make the flower prominent.


Details of the linden plant
[Photo By: KPA]


The pattern I would prepare will be more structured. The few linden floral patterns I found were haphazard. At this point in my design creation process, my pattern would resemble my Trillium and Queen Anne's Lace design:



I still haven't found a prominent designer who used the linden flower in his designs. Perhaps I can rectify that dearth (through my modest contribution) to make a design worthy of this pretty flower with the lovely scent.


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Thursday, July 11, 2013

The Linden Tree Flower and its Fragrance


The small clusters of flowers and the heart-shaped leaves of the linden tree


Younger flowers are pale yellow


The flowers turns a deeper yellow as they mature


[Photos By: KPA]


Albrecht Durer (1471-1528)
Linden Tree on a Bastion
Painted: 1494


The flowers are barely discernible from a distance. But once up close, their scent tells us that we're under the linden tree.

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These flowers were blooming on a nearby tree. It is a strangely inconspicuous tree. Its flowers are barely distinguishable in the thick foliage. But once underneath, they have a pungent, sweet smell. I thought it was a honeysuckle tree.

I picked a short stalk (I didn't have my camera to take a picture).

I arranged the flowers in a small bowl, and took a photo. And thanks to "google image" I was able to identify it as a linden flower, from the linden tree.

Here is information about the linden tree and its flower:
This tree will grow to 130 feet in height and when in bloom perfumes its whole neighbourhood. The leaves are obliquely heart-shaped, dark green above, paler below, from 2 1\2 to 4 inches long and sharply toothed. The yellowish-white flowers hang from slender stalks in flattened clusters. They have five petals and five sepals. The original five stamens have each developed a cluster, and there is a spoon-shaped false petal opposite each true one.

Linden tea is much used on the Continent, especially in France, where stocks of dried lime-flowers are kept in most households for making 'Tilleul.'

The honey from the flowers is regarded as the best flavoured and the most valuable in the world. It is used exclusively in medicine and in liqueurs.

The wood is useful for small articles not requiring strength or durability, and where ease in working is wanted: it is specially valuable for carving, being white, close-grained, smooth and tractable in working, and admits of the greatest sharpness in minute details. Grinley Gibbons did most of his flower and figure carvings for St. Paul's Cathedral, Windsor Castle, and Chatsworth in Lime wood.

It is the lightest wood produced by any of the broad-leaved European trees, and is suitable for many other purposes, as it never becomes worm-eaten. On the Continent it is much used for turnery, sounding boards for pianos, in organ manufacture, as the framework of veneers for furniture, for packingcases, and also for artists' charcoal making and for the fabrication of wood-pulp.

The inner bark or bast when detached from the outer bark in strands or ribands makes excellent fibres and coarse matting, chiefly used by gardeners, being light, but strong and elastic. Fancy baskets are often made of it. In Sweden, the inner bark, separated by maceration so as to form a kind of flax, has been employed to make fishing-nets.

The sap, drawn off in the spring, affords a considerable quantity of sugar.

The foliage is eaten by cattle, either fresh or dry. The leaves and shoots are mucilaginous and may be employed in poultices and fomentations. [Source: Botanical.com]

Tilia L. Var. Americana
Illustration By: David Nathanael Friederich Dietrich
Family Tiliaceae
Tilia americana L. var. americana
American basswood, American linden, basswood
Status: Native
Plant: Perennial tree to 130' tall
Flower: Inflorescence a stalked cluster of fragrant, yellowish flowers
Fruit: Nutlike, hairy, roundish
Leaf: Oval to round, heart-shaped to flat unequal base, edges sharply toothed
Habitat: Rich woods
[Source: Robert W. Freckmann Herbarium]
Here are some well-known perfumers who have used the pungent, sweet linden blossom scent:
- 5th Avenue, Elizabeth Arden
- Paris, Yves St. Laurent
- PanAme, Jean Patou
- Aroma d'Orange Verte, Hermes
- Central Park, Bond No. 9
- Central Park West, Bond No. 9
- Eau de Cologne du 68, Guerlain
- DKNY Women Summer 2012, Donna Karan
- Beatiful Sheer, Estee Lauder
[Source: Fragrantica]


Franz Schubert
"Der Lindenbaum" (Winterreise, 5)
Gerald Seminatore, Tenor and Michael Schütze, piano
Meng Concert Hall, Orange County, CA (live performance)

DER LINDENBAUM
Am Brunnen vor dem Tore
Da steht ein Lindenbaum;
Ich träumt in seinem Schatten
So manchen süßen Traum.

Ich schnitt in seine Rinde
So manches liebe Wort;
Es zog in Freud' und Leide
Zu ihm mich immer fort.

Ich mußt' auch heute wandern
Vorbei in tiefer Nacht,
Da hab' ich noch im Dunkel
Die Augen zugemacht.

Und seine Zweige rauschten,
Als riefen sie mir zu:
Komm her zu mir, Geselle,
Hier find'st du deine Ruh'!

Die kalten Winde bliesen
Mir grad ins Angesicht;
Der Hut flog mir vom Kopfe,
Ich wendete mich nicht.

Nun bin ich manche Stunde
Entfernt von jenem Ort,
Und immer hör' ich's rauschen:
Du fändest Ruhe dort!
THE LINDEN TREE
Near the well before the gate,
a linden tree stands.
I dreamed in its shade
many beautiful dreams.

And in its bark I carved
many words of love;
My pleasures and my sorrows
were drawn into the tree itself.

Today I had to pass it,
in the depths of night -
and still, in all the darkness,
my eyes closed.

Its branches bent and rustled,
as if they called to me:
Come here, companion,
here you will find peace!

The icy winds were blowing,
straight in my face they ground.
My hat flew off my head, yet
I did not turn back.

Now I many hours away
from where the linden tree stands,
and still I hear it whisp'ring:
"Here you will find peace!"


Johann Strauss III (1866-1939)
Unter Den Linden, waltz for orchestra
(Under the Linden Trees), Op. 30


Berlin, Unter den Linden

In the nineteenth century, Unter den Linden was "the best-known and grandest street in Berlin."
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