domenica 21 settembre 2008

Firenze

I am a "slow traveler," meaning that I prefer to visit one place for longer instead of fluttering from place to place so I can "see everything." However, after overcoming my philosophical distaste for whirlwind travel, I decided to take a day trip to Florence. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing a bit of the city. I paused to take pictures at Il Duomo, which some have called a cathedral dressed in green-and-white striped pajamas:



I then spent some time at the Piazza della Signoria, which may have been my favorite part of the trip. Giambologna's Rape of the Sabines is absolutely amazing. Nothing else I saw floored me in the same way, and it's sitting in an outdoor piazza for pigeons to poop on. Grrrr.

My apologies for the monotony of the camera angles, but I have gotten pretty darn good at this shot. After La Piazza, I spent about five hours at Gli Uffizi and saw about 5,000 Madonna and Childs, about 1,000 Annunciations, and about 750 Pietas. It occurred to me that Renaissance art almost completely missed the entire point of Christ's life--you know, the stuff he did between birth and death? Then wondered if perhaps the art that chronicled his actual life and teachings might have been in less mobile forms, like murals, so it is less well-represented in museums. Leave it to a social scientist to start thinking about biased samples at the Uffizi! Anyway, I had lunch at the cafe. The overpriced ham sandwich and bottled water were worth the view on the terrace. It was a beautiful day. Again, more of the same shot. Sorry.


Then I went to L'Accademia. In addition to seeing Michelangelo's enormous David (I didn't realize it was that big), I went to an exhibit on musical instruments. There is something oddly soothing about looking at a 400 year old cello that looks essentially the same as today's cello--a sense of continuity and the unifying power of music. At sunset, I wandered over to Ponte Vecchio and watched all of the couples enjoying themselves. On my way back to the train station, I passed a number of street performers, including this sidewalk artist. It was actually quite amazing.


It was a great experience, and I hope to be able to go back again someday for longer.

giovedì 18 settembre 2008

"Sigh no more, ladies": In Defense of Chick Flicks

I was supposed to go to Florence today. Instead, I got sick and watched hours of chick flicks (Pirates of the YouTubeian, I thank you). It was a pleasant, if mucous-filled, day.

Of course, this got me thinking. What is it about chick flicks?

After a day of watching Much Ado About Nothing (my all-time favorite adaptation of Shakespeare--can you beat Kenneth Branaugh and Emma Thompson?), Emma (fluff, but the costumes are great), and Pride and Prejudice (don't worry, Comptron, not the Colin Firth version), I decided to weigh in on the question.

As a consequence of at least 8 minutes of pondering, I have two serious answers to why girls like chick flicks, at least of the Enduring Masterworks of the English Language sort that I watched today. There are, of course, less serious reasons too, but those already get all of the press.

1) In all of these films, there are significant misunderstandings or miscommunications or misjudgements between the heroes and heroines. There are also strong doses of dramatic irony. These threaten to torpedo what would otherwise be happy matches.

I think this speaks deeply to the female psyche--we often fear that some inadvertent misunderstanding is going to scare off the man of our dreams, or that something beyond our control is undermining our best efforts, or that we lack the right information to judge a situation properly. Furthermore, we worry that if we say the wrong thing (or say the right thing at the wrong time) or laugh too hard (or don't laugh hard enough) or reveal our insecurities (or fail to reveal our insecurities) or pursue him too much (or pursue him too little) or in any other way communicate an imperfect message, then he will lose interest. These stories reassure us that love--and meaningful relationships in general--is a little more forgiving and resilient than that.

2) In Much Ado, Balthasar sings "Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more/ Men were deceivers ever/One foot in sea and one on shore/ To one thing constant never..." and advises women to give up on hoping for a stable, committed relationship and just be "blithe and bonny." But, of course, in these chick flicks the men do come around to being genuinely head-over-heels in love with their ladies.

Despite our best efforts at being optimistic, we women sometimes worry if Balthasar isn't right. Relational commitment isn't always men's strongest suit, we've noticed. So really, chick flicks are a way of reaffirming the possibility that men can fall in love enough to commit, thereby breathing hope into what might otherwise be a rather dim view of mankind.
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But, you may protest, chick flick gentlemen set the standard way too high. They are suave and courtly and go to extreme measures to win their ladies. They are unrealistic, not to mention unmanly.

I freely grant that that is true of many romantic comedies. However, Benedick and Mr. Darcy have serious, um, personality imperfections. That the ladies manage to see past this should be reassuring. I would also like to add that these stories of imperfect woo-ers are the chick flicks that have a couple hundred years of staying power behind them, as opposed to the lame Hollywood ones with perfect but vapid suitors. We don't mind that you guys aren't always debonair; we just want you to try occasionally.

Finally, for heaven's sake, don't you want to be madly in love with someone, at least around the time that you propose? And, if that involves buying some flowers or getting down on one knee, who cares? It's okay to sometimes make us women happy in the ways that are especially meaningful to us. We'll do our best to return the favor.

martedì 16 settembre 2008

Detesto I Piccioni



This morning I was on my way to meet a professor when the pigeon mafia caught up with me. I was not pleased. I am now considering taking down the humane pigeon netting ("Bird-X") that I used on my porch and exacting inhumane revenge on the pigeons that ordered the hit. With an M16.

venerdì 12 settembre 2008

The Haunted Mansion and a Portal to Another Dimension

I kept waiting for them to break into song.


If I had to place bets on where a portal to another dimension might be located, this would be at the top of my list.

giovedì 11 settembre 2008

I Looked Out My Window, And What Did I See?

This jolly parade coming down the street toward me.


mercoledì 10 settembre 2008

Intergalactic Travel Maps and Corporal Punishment

Today I went to the library. It's a very beautifully recently renovated place.
I especially enjoyed the map collection.
Hmmm, where should we go? Egypt, Libya, Argentina, Sydney...the Solar System?
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I also walked throught the--slightly touristy--produce area near the central square.
How do I know it was a fairly touristy place?
Well, in addition to the tourists, signs like this give me a clue:

Do you understand now why produce shopping was worthy of its very own previous post?

martedì 9 settembre 2008

The Devil's Been on My Mind Lately

Oh phew. It's just Neptune.

lunedì 8 settembre 2008

sabato 6 settembre 2008