Monthly Archives: November 2007

Two in Two–Root Canal Jobs, that is

Yep. Some sort of personal record, if not “personal best.” Lucky to see a dentist yesterday morning and doubly lucky to find an Endodontist an hour away in Concord who could see me at 4:30 that afternoon. Almost freezing rain on the highway but not quite. He gave me what felt like sixteen shots of novocaine and did root canal surgery, his specialty. This morning all was not as well in my right lower jaw as we had all hoped, especially me. Took more Advil. His receptionist called about 10:30 to see how I was doing. Still sensitive to heat and cold. Not good. Another drive to Concord this afternoon. We did more tests with the hot stick and the cold stick. Hmmm. Probably did the root canal yesterday on the wrong tooth. But not “wrong” really since the x ray shows it did have a problem called “resorption,” so it was “good” to have stripped it of all of its rotting nerve endings after all. Another root canal job today. Tooth right next door. More awful novocaine shots–somehow the needle going into the jaw muscle always felt like an electric razor blade. But maybe I had just read too much Elfriede Jelinek last week? Anyway the root canal job I can now report is not all that bad an experience. Much better than conventional press for the term itself would have you believe. Remarkably fast, less than an hour, and once the novocaine kicks in full force, you don’t feel a thing. Two more cheers for novocaine. Last night when it wore off I felt all the pains of the past week. Tonight it is close to have worn off fully and so far none of the old familiar shots in the jaw. Good sign. Maybe we got the right tooth today. Surely wine and turkey and cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie tomorrow will give the whole system a good test run. The young dentist did not specifically clarify whether I would be billed for two root canals or one. Nor did I ask. He is off to New York for a week, the annual Endodontics Convention.

book in hand

MONDAY 19th

red letter day.  email from Margarita Santos Zas that she is holding Va’s book in her hands!

Tengo en mis manos tu LIBRO, quedó magnífico!! Una alegría verlo
por fin, porque ya tardaba.
Te envían por correo urgente el primer ejemplar y a continuación
los ejemplares que te corresponden por contrato.
Espero que te guste el diseño y el maquetado, creo que el resultado
es el que buscaba. Tiene 260 pp.
Confírmame, por favor, tu dirección de casa: Rogers St. / Plymouth /
New Hampshire 03264 (USA.
Un abrazo grande         Querida Virginia:
y enhorabuena, Maló

art featured in luxury home in Manchvegas

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No this is not Copenhagen but right here in our little new england state, our largest city, Manchester.  Notice in particular the striking and marvelous painting on the wall at the far left.  Yes.

middle-borns & “theory of mind”

ran into a Time magazine in a waiting room the other day. More great birth order research—& in Time-ese what
you love is watching the big ideas and big names strut down the runway.  Like “theory of mind”—
you can see I need a firstborn to help here get rid of these bullets –

  • Little sibs, big role
    For eldest siblings, this is a pretty sweet deal. There is not much incentive for them to change a family system that provides them so many goodies, and typically they don’t try to. Younger siblings see things differently and struggle early on to shake up the existing order. They clearly don’t have size on their side, as their physically larger siblings keep them in line with what researchers call a high-power strategy. “If you’re bigger than your siblings, you punch ‘em,” Sulloway says.But there are low-power strategies too, and one of the most effective ones is humor. It’s awfully hard to resist the charms of someone who can make you laugh, and families abound with stories of last-borns who are the clowns of the brood, able to get their way simply by being funny or outrageous. Birth-order scholars often observe that some of history’s great satirists—Voltaire, Jonathan Swift, Mark Twain—were among the youngest members of large families, a pattern that continues today. Faux bloviator Stephen Colbert—who yields to no one in his ability to get a laugh—often points out that he’s the last of 11 children.

    Such examples might be little more than anecdotal, but personality tests show that while firstborns score especially well on the dimension of temperament known as conscientiousness—a sense of general responsibility and follow-through—later-borns score higher on what’s known as agreeableness, or the simple ability to get along in the world. “Kids recognize a good low-power strategy,” says Sulloway. “It’s the way any sensible organism sizes up the niches that are available.”

    Even more impressive is how early younger siblings develop what’s known as the theory of mind. Very small children have a hard time distinguishing the things they know from the things they assume other people know. A toddler who watches an adult hide a toy will expect that anyone who walks into the room afterward will also know where to find it, reckoning that all knowledge is universal knowledge. It usually takes a child until age 3 to learn that that’s not so. For children who have at least one elder sibling, however, the realization typically comes earlier. “When you’re less powerful, it’s advantageous to be able to anticipate what’s going on in someone else’s mind,” says Sulloway.

    Later-borns, however, don’t try merely to please other people; they also try to provoke them. Richard Zweigenhaft, a professor of psychology at Guilford College in Greensboro, N.C., who revealed the overrepresentation of firstborns in Congress, conducted a similar study of picketers at labor demonstrations. On the occasions that the events grew unruly enough to lead to arrests, he would interview the people the police rounded up. Again and again, he found, the majority were later- or last-borns. “It was a statistically significant pattern,” says Zweigenhaft. “A disproportionate number of them were choosing to be arrested.”

    Courting danger
    Later-borns are similarly willing to take risks with their physical safety. All sibs are equally likely to be involved in sports, but younger ones are likelier to choose the kinds that could cause injury. “They don’t go out for tennis,” Sulloway says. “They go out for rugby, ice hockey.” Even when siblings play the same sport, they play it differently. Sulloway is currently collaborating on a study of 300 brothers who were major league ballplayers. Though the work is not complete, he is so far finding that the elder brothers excel at skills that involve less physical danger. Younger siblings are the ones who put themselves in harm’s way—crouching down in catcher’s gear to block an incoming runner, say. “It doesn’t just hold up in this study but a dozen studies,” Sulloway says.

    It’s not clear whether such behavior extends to career choice, but Sandra Black, an associate professor of economics at ucla, is intrigued by findings that firstborns tend to earn more than later-borns, with income dropping about 1% for every step down the birth-order ladder. Most researchers assume this is due to the educational advantages eldest siblings get, but Black thinks there may be more to it. “I’d be interested in whether it’s because the second child is taking the riskier jobs,” she says.

    Black’s forthcoming studies will be designed to answer that question, but research by Ben Dattner, a business consultant and professor of industrial and organizational psychology at New York University, is showing that even when later-borns take conservative jobs in the corporate world, they approach their work in a high-wire way. Firstborn ceos, for example, do best when they’re making incremental improvements in their companies: shedding underperforming products, maximizing profits from existing lines and generally making sure the trains run on time. Later-born ceos are more inclined to blow up the trains and lay new track. “Later-borns are better at transformational change,” says Dattner. “They pursue riskier, more innovative, more creative approaches.”

    If eldest sibs are the dogged achievers and youngest sibs are the gamblers and visionaries, where does this leave those in between? That it’s so hard to define what middle-borns become is largely due to the fact that it’s so hard to define who they are growing up. The youngest in the family, but only until someone else comes along, they are both teacher and student, babysitter and babysat, too young for the privileges of the firstborn but too old for the latitude given the last. Middle children are expected to step up to the plate when the eldest child goes off to school or in some other way drops out of the picture—and generally serve when called. The Norwegian intelligence study showed that when firstborns die, the IQ of second-borns actually rises a bit, a sign that they’re performing the hard mentoring work that goes along with the new job.

    Stuck for life in a center seat, middle children get shortchanged even on family resources. Unlike the firstborn, who spends at least some time as the only-child eldest, and the last-born, who hangs around long enough to become the only-child youngest, middlings are never alone and thus never get 100% of the parents’ investment of time and money. “There is a U-shaped distribution in which the oldest and youngest get the most,” says Sulloway. That may take an emotional toll. Sulloway cites other studies in which the self-esteem of first-, middle- and last-borns is plotted on a graph and follows the same curvilinear trajectory.

    The phenomenon known as de-identification may also work against a middle-born. Siblings who hope to stand out in a family often do so by observing what the elder child does and then doing the opposite. If the firstborn gets good grades and takes a job after school, the second-born may go the slacker route. The third-born may then de-de-identify, opting for industriousness, even if in the more unconventional ways of the last-born. A Chinese study in the 1990s showed just this kind of zigzag pattern, with the first child generally scoring high as a “good son or daughter,” the second scoring low, the third scoring high again and so on. In a three-child family, the very act of trying to be unique may instead leave the middling lost, a pattern that may continue into adulthood.

stolen today from Salon—sorry, Salon, all art is theft

Who: Anthony Lane
Age: 45
Know him as: Film critic for the New Yorker

Anthony LaneI’ve had what can be called a man-crush on Anthony Lane — a swell of admiration verging on covetousness — ever since reading his review of “Pride and Prejudice,” in which he compared Keira Knightley’s underbite to that of the queen in “Aliens.” I wish I could so eloquently turn pretentiousness into comedy. Later in that same review, Lane narrates the climactic scene between Knightley’s Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy: “Widening her eyes to maximum chocolatey hue, she stares into his, which are of that sea-cold, grayish blue favored by Gestapo officers in war movies … In a last, despairing gesture to Georgian England, they do not kiss. Oddly, however, they do rub noses, like well-bred Eskimos, while the rising sun gleams between the tips.” This passage of ridicule was not written with malice; it is a vivid, accurate description. Like a Robin Hood of good taste, Lane damns his victims by doing them justice. This strategy has been perfected by generations of imperturbable British men, from Oscar Wilde to Winston Churchill. Unlike these forebears, however — who probably developed their sharp wits by evolutionary necessity, in proportion to their ugliness — Anthony Lane is handsome. Dapper. Rakish. Take a bit of Prince William’s haute-boy charm, add Jude Law’s swagger, and multiply by funny. What you get is one sexy movie buff.

– Ben Van Heuvelen

His birthday today (tx to G Keillor)

Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
Robert Louis Stevenson

Oh and also the birthday of St Augustine.  His best line might be “Oh Lord, give me chastity, but do not give it yet.”

Vice, again

       “Vice is basically the love of failure.”   Elfriede Jelinek in The Piano Teacher (179).

An insight somehow missing in the whole of Sagal’s new book on the subject.

where are we now? Collings on Clark

Current issue of Modern Painters, columnist Matthew Collings muses on that old tv art series from 1969 by Sir Kenneth Clark, Civilisation.  Collings pins down a number of key things about then and now.  Wish the text were all online so I could give a link but it does not seem to be.  So I must resort to typing each word–1969 style.  Collings notes how Clark went out of fashion but how he has now come back around.

The issues in art now are mostly concentrated on a single theme, populism.  All the isms of post-World War II art are being redone so they directly affect those who were excluded from art culture when that culture was still elitist. . . . Clark is an impossible voice to copy today on TV.  You can’t lecture people.  You can’t tell them about something they don’t know about.  It makes them feel uncomfortable.  [Clark] is better than John Berger (Marxist sexpot poseur) and Robert Hughes (macho bohemian chatterbox] though both are good. . . . . [Clark] often gives the impression that he thinks of paintings and sculptures as consciously structured, the result of a series of conceptual and visual decisions:  this is now absolutely unknown on TV.  You’re supposed to talk about art as if it’s a branch of fantasy, not a class of objects.  (Think of Sister Wendy.) . . . .  He says things but does not deconstruct them–he doesn’t examine how it is possible to say them, in the sense of checking that you’re clear what thought system he’s coming from. . . . . Clark treats civilization as a history of great monuments.  There’s hardly ever mention of how people lived, of politics, of the buzz of ordinary existence.  He’s occasionally arrogant and often obsessively concerned to make sure you notice he’s a devout Catholic.  He should be excruciating but instead comes across as ambitious, quick-witted, and touchingly generous. We forgive him because he’s so different to anything now, when you have either a theory world in which nothing is forgiven but also nothing is done—everything is just constantly contextualized by theory—or else you have a limp pleasure world, presumably because no one believes that anything can be done.  He has the funny tic of always mentioning Marxism but only in order to defy it.  It wouldn’t have the same sting to mention it today.  We’re not on the edge of a social revolution, as he was convinced he was in 1968 when writing his scripts.  He was complicated whereas the job that TV high-culture programs give themselves now is teaching a popular audience to enthuse childishly.  To this end they’ll say any old guff.  The difference with Clark is precision.  You sit up straight away.  Art isn’t being made into Sesame Street:  someone’s thinking even if you can’t agree with every detail.

news from the hometown

Little did I realize Saturday was also the day of the Fort Hill-Allegany football game. Both teams were undefeated and vying for the number-one seed in the state’s division 1-A football championship playoff. The game was also being filmed by NFL films for nationwide broadcast on some cable channel devoted to “top high school football games across the country”!!! (Highschool games on national TV???? What the hell is happening to this country!) However, I didn’t see any evidence of the game at the artists’ studios, which included a few artists up in Garrett County as well as across the Potamac in Ridgeley and eveb one in Winchester, VA. (Allegany won and with a record of 10-0 will take the top seed in the statewide tournament. Fort Hill at 9-1 will be the second seed. So, glory of glories, two Cumberland highschools may play in the state championship game that, I believe, is played in the University of Maryland stadium at College Park. Incidentally, that stadium is huge today, having been vastly increased since the days you were at UMD. Football! Football! Football!)

The artists, by the way, were okay, but nothing spectacular. They included a lot of water color painters and potters. Ho hum! One metal sculptor, who retired from the DC area and moved to Finzel, which is just on the western side of Big Savage Mountain, was very pious about “art,” and, I thought, singlularly lacking in talent of any kind. One intersting item: a woman from Philadelphia who designs off-beat furniture has purchased the old Lazarus store on Baltimore Street and operates her design business out of the second story while the ground floor is an antiquy knick-knack store. (One oddity I didn’t know: that building was orignally the James Clark distillery. Later the (rye whiskey) distillery moved to LaVale and eventually went out of business, I believe, before you and I were born.) Yet isn’t it interesting that a whiskey distillery sat in the middle of Baltimore Street in the 19th century!)

I took some photos while I was in town, mainly of my grandfather’s house on Washington Street, which has been repainted by the new owners, a young doctor and wife with two small kids. For all the time the Joneses owned that house, it was painted an ugly industrial red. It is now painted light yellow with dark green trim plus a few touches of red and gold. I like it a lot. It shows off the building’s features far more than the old red. Meanwhile, much of the interior has been preserved, although the kitchen has been modernized and a back, screen porch has been enclosed. A swimming pool has been added to the back yard.

Also took a photo of the McKaig house next door and the house four doors down the street which, as you know is finally being rebuilt after that fire of years ago. Finally, I took a picture of the new hospital which is being built near the community college and will replace the two existing hospitals. If I can get my act together, I’ll send you some of these photos to you, and you can see how big that new hospital looks. Futhermore there is a big new office building directly across the street that houses the health department.

Did you know Jack Kauffman? He lived in LaVale, near my house, and attended Allegany HS. He was one or two years older that us. Anyway, his mother, who is now 90 works part time for Ed Mullaney. She said her daughter Dale, who was a year or so younger than us, died recently, but that Jack, who attened U of Michigan, then UCLA law school before suffering a debilitating stroke at the age of 27, has never worked as a lawyer but is married and living in NYC (Queens). A coincidence: a guy who served with me in the Peace Corps in Tunisia knew Jack at U of Mich.

Cumberland’s future: I subscribe to Allegany Magazine which makes it appear that Cumberland is in the middle of a real renaissance, especially in the downtown area. Didn’t seem that way yesterday. The Christmas decorations were up on Balto Street, but otherwise the place seemed fairly bleak and deserted, with plenty of stores and little restaurants that have apparently closed for good. Yet there are some nice houses along Evets Creek, near the country club so I wonder how people are making money in C’land these days. The old Cadillac dealership building had an advertisement for Rolls Royces, Bentleys, and Porches!! Had a Porscheimg_0601.jpg in the display window.

Phil

PS. It pains me to say that Curtiss’s hotdogs seem to be getting worse in quality. Atlthough they were probably never very good quality, the taste, I think, stayed the same…until yesterday. Then again I had my dog at 10:30 in the morning, and I’ve never eaten one before noon before. It might all be due to timing.

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KG has left the cornfields of Iowa & the writer’s workshop for a Peace Corps gig in the Ukraine–

Warm enough. Find out tomorrow where i’ll be next. Praying to plastic icons it’s a russian speaking area. Today there is sneg on the ground-ochen krasiva. (emailing from my mobile-who have i become in one month?)