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Yesterday I learnt about Roy Lichtenstein’s Mme. Cézanne, which pleases me more than his better-known works.

Timeline:
1870s-90s   Paul Cézanne does a lot of portraits of his wife, Marie-Hortense, despite apparently not liking her all that much.

1943            Erle Loran writes an academic work on Cezanne that focuses on the compositions alone, and includes a lot of black-and-white diagrams showing the outlines of the figures, plus arrows and A, B, C etc labels. Apparently this was a pretty standard Modernist critical technique. The text includes this statement: "this diagrammatic approach may seem coldly analytical to those who like vagueness and poetry in art criticism.”

1962a           Roy Lichtenstein reads the book and considers this such a hilariously oversimplified approach that he blows up two of the diagrams and includes them as paintings in his first exhibit.


1962b          Consternation! Uproar! Loran sues for plagiarism. Various people argue over whether Lichtenstein transformed the diagrams into art or just appropriated them. Lichtenstein insists that he didn’t transform the images and that that’s the whole point. Someone comments that this is more outrageous than Duchamp’s exhibition of a print of the Mona Lisa with a moustache and a salacious pun graffittied over it.

2020:           Me: “Well it was certainly riskier than LHOOQ -- making fun of an artist is way less dangerous than making fun of an art critic.”




There is an ASMR channel on Youtube
that is just a guy with an Aussie accent whispering interesting facts about Australia, like how the voting system works or how to make fairy bread.

Actually I think there might be more than one.
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 Tried to recount the plot of A Prayer for Owen Meany to a colleague, got too choked up to talk; embarrassing over what is, after all, a fictional story. Later I remembered a story I’d heard from my father about one of his university professors, C. C. Love, a naval veteran (he commanded the HMCS Sackville for a while) who according to Dad, was incapable of reading poetry aloud without breaking down. I decided to look hiim up, and
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I think Prof. Love was one of the reasons U. of T. is known for Medieval and Renaissance drama:

When I came to Toronto in 1945 as a Fellow in English at University College to work under Professor A. S. P. Woodhouse, I was almost overwhelmed with the catching up I had to do, since my first degree was in Classics. By 1946 things were quietening down and I was required to think about the subject for my Ph.D. thesis. One day Professor Woodhouse called me in to ask about this, and I told him I thought I should like to write a thesis on Hardy. He was silent for a while and then said, meditatively:

Well, Love, Hardy would be an interesting man to work on, but many others could do that. Your background in Classics, Scholar at Cambridge and eight years of teaching Latin and Greek at Bishops College School and now English at Toronto, give you unusual qualifications which should surely be utilized. Now there is a scholarly job which needs to be done as a contribution to knowledge. I think you're admirably equipped to do this. I'm talking about the Renaissance Latin Drama, which is a field almost untapped. I'm writing a book on Milton and he was very interested in this area. His notes on this have survived and are now collected in "Milton's Cambridge Manuscript"; he lists many biblical stories and sometimes gives a brief account of a plot for a play. Other well known biblical subjects he omits or merely notes. It seems likely that he was thinking of writing a play, probably on Adam and Eve. Classical scholars do not seem interested in this area, but you could do something valuable. I thought of a very good topic: The Scriptural Latin Plays of the Renaissance and Milton's Cambridge Manuscript. 

He paused and smiled: "Well, think about it. I'd be very happy to supervise such a thesis."

In other news, got dinner from Mistaan Catering & Sweets — the butter chicken this time, instead of the goat curry. It’s oddly sweet, as though one of the ingredients is honey. So far everything I’ve tried from Mistaan has been mild — given that it’s a family-run Bengali place in a shopping plaza, I don’t doubt the cooking is authentic, which raises several possibilities: 1. Bengali cooking is comparatively mild. 2. Some of the stuff is mild, some is spicy, and I’ve just hit the mild ones by pure chance. 3. Restaurants aiming at Western audiences play up the spices, on the theory that the more spice, the greater the authenticity.
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 We tried going to Nuit Blanche this year, but Andrew got overwhelmed by the crowds pretty quickly, so we saw exactly one thing that was part of the show, a performance piece at the Art Gallery of Ontario which turned out to involve a lot of shouting, so we retreated to the Dutch Old Masters room, then went for pizza. It was after that we tried to navigate a crowded sidewalk and Andrew decided he’d had enough; probably just as well, as his leg started bothering him while we tried to find a streetcar stop and then a cab. On the upside, I hadn’t visited the Old Masters in a while and looking at them up close, seeing the individual brushstrokes, as opposed to looking at them in photographs in which they look impossibly polished and realistic, made me think “I could do this.” I’ve no idea if this burst of confidence was warranted, but at the pizza place I took some snapshots that I think could translate well to that painting style.



The earlier part of the day was pretty good too. Andrew found two jackets at the thrift store, including a tuxedo jacket he was very pleased with (and wore out later to Nuit Blanche), and we tried a diner in Parkdale, Peter’s Corner Cafe, which we’d never gone into before even though it’s been there for years, and it was pretty good (my gyro was serviceable, but Andrew got the Montreal smoked meat on rye and says it was almost as good as what they serve at Kaplansky’s.)

Dining Out

Mar. 5th, 2014 08:31 pm
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Andrew and I had stealth attack! dental appointments today (they were supposed to send a reminder, but email ate it so we only found out yesterday afternoon when the dentist's office called him.) Afterwards we agreed we needed drinks and food, so we went across the street to the Henry VIII pub, which is, as one might expect, decorated with reproductions of Holbein, a photo of Rhys-whatsisname-McHottie from The Tudors, and what looked like a Hungarian poster for the Korda Six Wives of.... There were knives and forks provided.

The food was very good; bit pricy but there was a lot of it and we had some boxed for lunch tomorrow. The gravy tasted like there was wine in it; the waitress confirmed that there was. They make a Cosmopolitan that does not taste like cough syrup, which gives them points in my book. It's not a neighbourhood we visit often, but Andrew says he'd like to go there again after our next dental appointment.
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Went to a party.

The hostess said, "I understand you're good at cocktails." I wasn't sure why, until I remembered I'd made that apple pie drink for SFContario 2. We looked through the ingredients they had on hand (which were pretty interesting -- they're big on home-made brandied fruit) and I eventually tried mixing diluted elderberry cordial with brandy that had had candied seville orange peel soaking in it for months (it was noted that this basically made it triple-sec). It went over well. I call the drink "The Marmalade."

Later there was haggis. I'd only ever had vegetarian haggis before, so I was pleased to discover that real haggis is delicious. I've never had dirty rice, but I suspect it's similar, only with rice instead of oats and slightly different spices.

Verdict -- a successful evening.

Also I've begun another sweater.

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Nov. 6th, 2012 04:57 am
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Ran out of cat food (wet *and* dry) last night:

(opens can of tuna)

Carter: Yay! OMNOMNOM.

Narly: I -- I don't know what that is. No. Just no.

This morning:

(opens can of salmon)

Carter: W00t!eleventy1111!!

Narly: (runs and hides)
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green_trilobite wanted to see The Avengers again. Noticed this time that the shwarma place is spotted by Tony during the Act III battle - it's in the background of an exterior shot, just below the Farmers' Insurance sign.
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Paper and Salt - recipes inspired by famous writers.
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Picked up breakfast from McDonald's this morning as I usually do on weekends. Oddly for this time of year, they were giving out free samples of hot chocolate in little cups; it wasn't bad, but it couldn't hold a candle to that Chantico stuff that Starbucks used to serve in similar little cups for a few months one winter six years ago. I'd always wondered why they discontinued the drink, so I looked it up just now - apparently customers wouldn't stand for the fact that it was the one drink on their menu that couldn't be altered to taste. Huh.

However, other people must have shared my love for the stuff, because there are a lot of "how to make it at home" posts on recipe sites. I'll probably wait till winter to try them, though.

Also "Chantico" was apparently the Aztec goddess of hearth, home and (these being the Aztecs we're talking about) volcanoes.

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