Chicago Assyrian Dictionary, complete

From the Chicago Sun-Times:

Ninety years in the making, the 21-volume, 28,000-word Chicago Assyrian Dictionary is complete. Started in 1921, the dictionary was created over the years by about 85 employees writing on millions of index cards in up to five large offices at the school’s Oriental Institute at University Avenue and 58th Street.

The school of course is the University of Chicago. The work’s official title: The Assyrian Dictionary of the Oriental Institute of the University of Chicago. The twenty-one volumes are available as free downloads.

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Beginning with A (other lexicographic long hauls)

“Housewife Headache”

[“Making beds, getting meals, acting as family chauffeur — having to do the same dull, tiresome work day after day — is a mild form of torture. These boring yet necessary tasks can bring on nervous tension, fatigue and what is now known as ‘housewife headache.’ For this kind of headache you need strong yet safe relief. So take Anacin®. Anacin is a special fortified formula. It gives you twice as much of the strong pain-reliever doctors recommend most — as the other leading extra strength tablet. Minutes after taking Anacin your headache goes, so do its nervous tension and fatigue. Despite its strength Anacin is safe, taken as directed. It doesn’t leave you depressed or groggy. See if you don’t feel better all over with a brighter outlook after taking 2 Anacin Tablets.” Life, December 20, 1968.]

I found this advertisement while searching for something else. It’s the first in a brief series of Life ads touting Anacin as the cure for “Housewife Headache,” and one of two that characterize housework as “a mild form of torture” — from which there’s no respite, only a tablet that offers temporary relief from pain. Note the tactful reassurance about Anacin: “It doesn’t leave you depressed or groggy.” In other words, it’s not a tranquilizer. The active ingredients if you’re wondering: aspirin and caffeine.

Lists at the Morgan Library

At the Morgan Library: “Lists: To-dos, Illustrated Inventories, Collected Thoughts, and Other Artists’ Enumerations from the Smithsonian’s Archives of American Art.” No photographs on the Morgan website, but there’s a nice sampling at the Smithsonian.

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A review of Liza Kirwin’s Lists (the book of the exhibit)

Clarice Taylor (1917–2011)

From the New York Times:

Clarice Taylor, an actress who was best known as the endearing, self-possessed grandmother on The Cosby Show and who also won an Obie Award for her Off Broadway portrayal of the vaudeville comedienne Moms Mabley, died on Monday at her home in Englewood, N.J. She was 93.

I think of her as Granny Ethel in Wayne Wang and Paul Auster’s Smoke (1995).

Happy v. right

Jonathan Kaplan:

“It’s better to be happy than to be right. (It’s hard for driven people to realize this.)”

It’s certainly not always the case that it’s better to be happy than right. But sometimes it is. Often it is. Oh heck — Jonathan Kaplan is right!

[Jonathan Kaplan founded Pure Digital Technologies, the company that made the Flip camcorder. His latest venture is a line of grilled-cheese-and-soup restaurants.]

Patrick Leigh Fermor’s eye

In the 1950s Patrick Leigh Fermor spent time as a guest in French Benedictine and Trappist monasteries, seeking not God but a cheap and quiet place to write. Here he is shown into his room in the Abbey of St. Wandrille de Fontanelle:

The monk opened a door and said, “Here is your cell.” It was a high seventeenth-century room with a comfortable bed, a prie-dieu, a writing-table, a tapestry chair, a green adjustable reading-lamp, and a rather disturbing crucifix on the whitewashed stone walls. The window looked out over a grassy courtyard, in which a small fountain played, over the grey flank of the monastery buildings and the wall that screened the Abbey from the half-timbered houses of the village. A vista of forest flowed away beyond. In the middle of the writing-table stood a large inkwell, a tray full of pens and a pad into which new blotting paper had just been fitted. I had only time to unpack my clothes and papers and books before a great bell began ringing and the monk, who was the guest-master, returned to lead me to the refectory for the midday meal. As we walked, the buildings changed in period from the architecture of the eighteenth and seventeenth centuries to Gothic; and we halted at length by the piscina in an ogival cloister of the utmost beauty, outside a great carved door where several other visitors had also been assembled. The guest-master shepherded us into the refectory in which the Abbot, a tall, white-haired, patrician figure with a black skull-cap and a gold pectoral cross on a green cord, was waiting to receive us. To each of the guests he spoke a few words; and some, sinking upon one knee, kissed the great emerald on his right hand. To me he addressed a polite formula in English that had obviously been acquired at some remote period from a governess. A novice advanced with a silver ewer and a basin; the Abbot poured a little water over our hands, a towel was offered, and our welcome, according to Benedictine custom, was complete.

Patrick Leigh Fermor, A Time to Keep Silence (1957)

What an eye — for architecture, for the contents of a room, for the bits of detail that suggest the Abbot’s character. I especially like the way the eye takes in the room (saving that crucifix for last), looks through the window, and then zooms in on the details of the writing-desk. A Time to Keep Silence, Leigh Fermor’s account of his monastic travels, is available from New York Review Books (2007). I picked up the book by chance in a bookstore last week. I’ve yet to meet a NYRB book I haven’t liked.

[Is Patrick Leigh Fermor still writing? I hope so. In 2007, at the age of ninety-two, he was learning to type.]

M.A. Numminen sings Wittgenstein

In the 1980s, Finnish artist Mauri Antero Numminen set to music excerpts from Ludwig Wittgenstein’s Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus. My favorite: “Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darüber muß man schweigen.” [Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.]

M.A. Numminen sings Wittgenstein (UbuWeb Sound)

[Translation by C.K. Ogden.]

The Steins collect

The Steins collect paintings on walls of painting. Of color. Of walls of. In San Francisco.

The Steins Collect (San Francisco Museum of Modern Art)
San Francisco Exhibit Reunites Gertrude Stein’s Remarkable Art Collection (PBS NewHour)

Things I learned on my summer vacation (2011)

On the interstates, even lunatics seem to be thinking about getting better mileage. Traffic seemed saner and slower.

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Rude maneuvering in parking lots bugs me more than I seem to imagine. The evidence: a dream in which I punched out a guy who’d insulted Elaine in a parking lot. Three fast jabs to the side of his head, and he was out. The insult, like the KO, happened only in my dream.

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AT&T’s 3G service for the iPad feels like dial-up. 3G: Godawful. Godawful. Godawful.

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Tropicana now makes a six-pack: six eight-ounce cartons of orange juice. Each carton comes with a nifty straw that extends like a spyglass.

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“You’ve learned about juice.”

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Cornstarch and water combine to make a non-Newtonian fluid. Add a subwoofer, low-frequency sound, and a protective sheet, and you have a source of hilarious entertainment.

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On May 23, the-world-ends-on-May-21 ads were still all over Manhattan bus shelters and subways.

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“Assaulting MTA New York City subway personnel is a felony punishable by up to 7 years in prison”: New York State Penal Code 120.05.

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Luthier Mario Maccaferri dabbled in plastic. The plastic guitar I saw looked like something that might have come from the Woolworth’s of my childhood. Maccaferri tried to persuade his friend Andrés Segovia to switch to plastic. No luck.

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There is a venerable tradition of Italian-American guitar-making. (I knew that, sort of, but not really.)

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Veggie Heaven is an excellent vegan Chinese restaurant in Teaneck, New Jersey. The restaurant appeals to both those who abstain from eating animals and those who keep kosher (and thus do not eat in traditional Chinese restaurants).

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New Jersey is a peninsula. (Who knew?)

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Toilet paper can be an appropriate subject of conversation at lunch and dinner.

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On the Bowery is a 1957 film about life on the Bowery.

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Norman McLaren and Claude Jutra made the short film A Chairy Tale (1957). You can watch it on YouTube.

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Charles Sheeler was both a painter and a photographer.

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It turns out that we know someone who played with Charlie Parker at Birdland: a two-week Parker-with-strings engagement. Parker never repeated himself when soloing.

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“Smells Like Teen Spirit” can be heard on at least one “classic rock” station: 105.9 FM, The X, in Pennsylvania. (See this post for context.)

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If the language sounds a bit like Arabic, a bit like French, a bit like Portuguese, it might be Lebanese Arabic. (It was Lebanese Arabic.)

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The Corner Bookstore (93rd Street and Madison Avenue) is a wonderful Manhattan bookstore. It’s small, not exhaustive, but virtually every book is a good one. Browsing there is a matter of welcome surprises.

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Blue Ginger is an excellent East-meets-West restaurant in Wellesley, Massachusetts.

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Pho Lemongrass is an excellent Vietnamese restaurant in Coolidge Corner, Brookline, Massachusetts.

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The Pewter Pot: that was the now-defunct Coolidge Corner coffeeshop where Elaine and I went with our friend Aldo Carrasco in 1984. Neither Elaine nor I could ever remember the name. I spotted the Pot in a 1983 photograph on display in the Coolidge Corner Theatre.

More things I learned on my summer vacation
2010 : 2009 : 2008 : 2007 : 2006

[Summer: the time between the spring and fall semesters, regardless of season.]

Memorial Day

One hundred years ago. From “20,000 in Riverside March: Prospects for the Greatest of All Memorial Day Parades,” New York Times, May 30, 1911.