Archive for December, 2008



Happy birthday to blog, happy birthday to blog…

Just a note that a year ago today (it being the Feast of the Conception of the Mother of God on the Byzantine calendar) I published my first entry here. It’s been very interesting keeping this going (more or less, depending on what was going on in my life) during that time, and I look forward to continuing with it.

Thanks for your support and interest!

Orthodox? Huh? You mean like that governor of Illinois? No, nope, Ortho-what? Never heard of it…

Along the sensationalist lines of “When Dandelions Attack!” or “When Babies Eat Chili!”, I give you — “When Orthodox Christians Make the News!”

National coverage of Metropolitan Jonah’s election would have been nice, but I guess that’s not as newsworthy as a corrupt governor.

Update, 11 December 2008: One Orthodox Rod takes issue with the other.

One thing — lest we get too caught up in our own self-righteousness and outrage, I think we should be praying for Rod Blagojevich. He needs repentance, forgiveness, healing, and the love of God, just as we all do. “But he’s a corrupt slimeball!” Yes — and there but for the grace of God go I. I am the chief of sinners. “I’m not as bad as he is!” That may be. To quote Tolkien, “To sheep other sheep no doubt appear different.” Anyway — I don’t mean to be preachy, so I’ll leave it here.

By the way, when the movie gets made about Rod Blagojevich’s fall from grace, I think Mike Meyers should play him.

Tip jar, baby, tip jar — last call

Amazon.com has notified me that the Honor System will be discontinued after 11 December 2008.

Many, many, many of you have already given exactly an amount commensurate with what you think my poor musings here are worth. For you deluded souls who have a number in mind greater than zero, however, I can refer you to a good therapist. Still, since it’ll take a few days to make the appointment anyway, you have until Thursday to take advantage of my tip jar in its present form. Click here.

News

I figured that probably the earliest I’d hear anything from West European Studies, particularly given that they seemed unaware that I had applied for next semester (as opposed to next year) until I told them in person three weeks ago, would be the week after Thanksgiving. I also figured, based on anecdotes and previous experience, that good news would come by e-mail and bad news would come by postal mail.

Today, I got home and saw an envelope in my mailbox from West European Studies.

My first thought, as might perhaps be predictable, called to mind Oedipus. I completed the idea by saying to myself, “Well, guess that didn’t work out.”

Just for grins, I decided to open the letter. Upon unfolding it, the first few words caught my eyes:

“We are pleased to inform you that…”

So, a door has, at long last, opened. We will see what happens on the other side of it — but in the meantime, I’m drinking champagne with my wife this evening.

(Oh, and the DVD of The Dark Knight arrived today, too.)

It is evidently more important for a child to know what a chatroom is than a willow tree

Some things are beyond parody. This is truly the ugly side of academia; one wonders if the people involved genuinely think they’re just being descriptive rather than prescriptive.

I know what I’m going to do about it — firstly, of course, no way no how am I going to buy the OUP Junior Dictionary.

Of course, since I have no need (yet) of a Junior Dictionary (it’s a little advanced for my reading level, let’s be honest), that’s a rather empty tactic.

The other component of my response — well, watch this space for details.

(By the way, thanks to to the Telegraph for providing a comma-separated list of all the omitted words. It made pasting them into the Tags field infinitely easier.)

“But I’m keeping the collar” (warning: soda might spray through your nose)

This is a couple of years old now, but it’s hysterical. Having heard the man whom they are (presumably) lampooning in person, let me tell you, they’re right on the mark.

End-of-year appeal from Cappella Romana

In support of an organization which does work I support and believe is very important, I pass on the following.

I’m writing to ask you to make a gift today to support Cappella Romana’s important work in Orthodox music.

This January, the world premiere of Kontakion on the Nativity by Antiochian composer Richard Toensing will require 30 singers — nearly twice our normal size. Individual gifts are critical to ensure our success, making up nearly 50% of the budget; grants and corporate support come only in addition to individual support from people like you.

Your gift of $25, $50, $100 – or whatever amount you choose – gives you a role in the timeless, world-class Orthodox music that you value. Your gift is also tax-deductible as the law provides.

This year, donors in North America giving $100 or more by December 31 will receive a free gift: the CD, Byzantium: 330-1453.

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TAKE PART TODAY

We are asking everyone in Cappella’s family (nearly 4,000 in our worldwide email list) to participate with a gift right now in a true grass-roots effort. It’s more important than ever. We’re saving precious resources by using email and online giving opportunities instead of costly printed materials and postage. If you prefer, feel free to write a check and mail it to our address below.

If you know someone who loves Cappella Romana like you do, be sure to pass on this message by clicking on “forward this email to a friend.”

Thank you for your support,

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Maria Boyer
President
CAPPELLA ROMANA
Voices of Byzantium

Richard here… Just for fun, this seems like as good a place as any to add this performance of Cappella Romana with Ioannis Arvanitis:

Вiчная Пам’ять деслота

Patriarch Alexei II of Moscow has fallen asleep. Memory eternal.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled reality…

December is here. This means any number of things. It means NaNoWriMo is over, it means the semester is almost over, it means West European Studies will hopefully get back to me soon one way or the other, it means we’re hip-deep in the Nativity Fast with the Christmas feast fast approaching, and it means we just got back from a much-needed, if shorter than ideal, vacation over the Thanksgiving break. It also means that a week from today, this blog will be a year old. Sheesh.

There were no natural disasters; I simply did not finish Pascha at the Singing School last week. Between preparing to go on the trip, going on the trip, and Megan getting sick the night before heading out for the trip, it just didn’t happen. I wrote most of Thanksgiving Day, got about 2,000 words into the ending, and I am within spitting distance, I just didn’t get there. My hope is that this weekend I’ll be able to make one last push to finish a first draft. I wrote approximately 11,442 words during November for an average of 381 words a day; not a stunning average by any means, but at least it’s an average, and the bottom line is that it was a busy month without NaNoWriMo. I am on the whole pleased that the event broke me out of the gridlock that had kept me stuck since probably April or May, now I just have to keep myself honest. Next year I might have another project for NaNoWriMo; we’ll see. There is something I’d very much like to write, but this would probably be much longer than 50,000 words, and it would require a lot of skill as a writer I’m not sure I have at this stage of the game. Maybe I’ll be brave enough to give it a shot, and maybe I won’t.

The Thanksgiving break spent in Nashville was fantastic, and a very welcome getaway for us Barrettses. Check out pictures here. As noted, the Daisy Hill Bed and Breakfast (pictured at right με γυναίκα μου) comes heartily recommended by us; do consider them if you’re looking for a place to stay in the area.

Friday we had lunch at The Pancake Pantry with our friend Chelsea; it’s an experience worth having and the food is good, but if you don’t like lines and prefer a quieter dining experience, it probably won’t be your thing. We also saw the replica of the Parthenon, which is impressive, but I gotta say, it loses something being made from poured concrete rather than marble.

Country music is decidedly not my thing, but I nonetheless have to admit that the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum is a fascinating place to visit. Short version is that it is organized chronologically; you start at the third floor with early folk and gospel and work your way down, and you’re at the present day by the end of the second floor. I find that I am able to relate to and enjoy the early stuff a lot more than the music of the last 30-40 years; it seems to me there came a point where the musicians became very self-conscious and their music subsequently sounds, at least to me, extraordinarily contrived and false. The closer the connection to an actual folk tradition, the more genuine it sounds to my ears — to put it another way, somewhere along the way the musicians decide, “We’re going to play it and sing it this way because that’s what country music sounds like,” whereas before the mindset was perhaps more akin to, “Country music sounds like this because that’s how we play it and sing it.” As a result, at least to me (let me re-emphasize that this is subjective opinion) performers like Garth Brooks sound 100% calculated and processed, with everything intended to support a synthetic sound and persona. None of this is to say that musical forms can’t be codified or that something is inherently lost once there’s a formal idiom or tradition to which one adheres; that’s certainly what most classical is, and it’s definitely what liturgical music generally is. On the other hand, for a genre which — rather arrogantly, I find — claims to be “three chords and the truth”, it seems disingenuous to me that this would become prescriptive rather than descriptive. To quote the much underappreciated movie Singles, “You have an act, and not having an act is your act.” Good music is good music regardless of genre, but poseurs also transcend genre.

Anyway, back to the museum. There were a number of clever uses of speakers and acoustic tiles to create very localized sound exhibits, which in and of itself was interesting to see and hear. One of the things to which I found myself drawn was the archive section being visible in the center of the gallery behind glass; you can see all of their compact shelving, their sound editing stations, everything. It’s actually a useful reminder that the museum isn’t just a tourist attraction; it’s also a professional and scholarly resource. The stuff we see as the general public is really the tip of the iceberg at best.

But then, Elvis’ gold piano is pretty cool, too.

It would have been foolish to visit Nashville without hearing any live music, and we decided to go to a club called The Station Inn to hear The Roland White Band. Roland White is a bluegrass mandolin player who has been there, played that. He’s got a lot of institutional memory, as it were; he knows every song, knows who wrote it and when, and has probably taught somebody how to play it. He also has surrounded himself with a lot of absolutely fantastic younger musicians, most notably David Crow on the fiddle and Richard Bailey on the banjo. His bass player was also really good; tall, skinny younger guy named Andy, but I didn’t catch the last name. If anybody knows his last name, I’d love to know and find out what else he does. It was a show that was a lot of fun to see, and I plan on seeking out one of David Crow’s solo recordings. The Station Inn is also a neat little venue; it’s a dive that has Bud and hot nacho cheese sauce on tap and not much else, but it’s a dive with a long history, and best of all, it’s smoke-free!

On Saturday, we went to Andante Day Spa for much-needed and long-awaited massages, as well as an aromatherapy sauna. If you’re looking for something nice to do with a spouse or even just by yourself, these guys are very classy and quite reasonable for the services. We left there probably more relaxed than we’ve been in a looooooooooong time. Ramona is who did my massage, and I’d go back in a heartbeat.

After massages, we tried to go to Alektor Cafe and Books, the Orthodox bookshop in Nashville, but alas, they were closed unannounced. Perhaps this is not surprising.

Next we spent a couple of hours at the Frist Center for the Visual Arts, seeing their Rodin exhibit as well as their photography and film exhibit. Both were interesting; I’d say I liked the latter more. I don’t really have the vocabulary to discuss sculpture (or much else, let’s be honest) intelligently; let’s just say that to my eyes, Rodin goes beyond glorification of the human body and into the realm of fetishization, and leave it at that for now. The photography exhibit included a section on Moroccan photographer Lalla Essaydi, and that was captivating. She does a lot with Arabic calligraphy on the body as well as on everything else; it was interesting to me for several reasons, and I may talk a bit more about it later.

Vespers, to say nothing of Matins and Divine Liturgy on Sunday, at Holy Trinity was something else; it’s a beautiful church, they’ve got a large number of psaltes who know what they’redoing (three of them evidently having studied wtih Lycourgos Angelopoulos) and as a result they’re able to utilize a traditional two-choir setup, they’ve got a very broad 

demographic and economic base while keeping their practice pretty unapologetically Byzantine, people were nice, and Fr. Gregory is a young convert priest who seems very enthusiastic. Every parish has its problems, to be sure, but these guys seem to have a lot of very good things going on.

After Vespers Saturday we had dinner at a delicatessen called, appropriately enough, Noshville; the food was plenty good, but it was also on the expensive side for what it was — my one complaint. To put it another way, it was authentic New York delicatessen in every way, including price.

Another bit of a walk through Lower Broadway followed, as did some rain. We saw Ryman Auditorium, and we also found something neat for which we weren’t looking was a life-sized statue of Chet Atkins; Megan decided to play air guitar next to him.

We relocated to Tāyst for drinks and dessert; Tāyst is a restaurant with similar goals to those of FARMBloomington, but I’d say with significantly less of a gimmick quotient and without the self-consciousness. They have a terrific bartender, and wonderful desserts — next time we’ll actually try a meal.

Sunday was something of a demonstration that there are no accidents; we had loaded up the car before going to Holy Trinity and intended to just hit the road after Liturgy. Halfway through Liturgy I realized we had forgotten our large bag of Maggiano’s leftovers at the bed and breakfast, which necessitated a return trip to get them. It being 1pm or 

so by this point, we needed to eat something as well; being right in the neighborhood, we decided to return to the Pancake Pantry. While in line, we were chatting about the morning at Holy Trinity, when the two gentlemen, clearly a father and son, turned around to us and said, “Orthodox Christians?” Turned out the son was also Orthodox. We ended up eating breakfast with them and having an awful lot to talk about; it doesn’t seem impossible that we could have met somehow one way or the other — it is a small world when one is Orthodox, after all — but given attendance at different parishes that morning, it was one of things where the odds of running into each other randomly were infinitesimal. Had we not forgotten the food at the bed and breakfast, we would have had no reason to return to that part of town, and it certainly wouldn’t have occurred to us to go the Pancake Pantry again. As I said, there are no accidents, we know some of the same people (although not the ones I would have expected) and hopefully we’ll keep in touch. He’s going to be attending Cambridge University (yes, that Cambridge) next fall for the Institute for Orthodox Christian Studies, and I’ll be very interested to hear about his work.

And with that, we were back on I-65 heading northbound. We had a ball in Nashville, we hope to go back at some point, and we were really happy with where we stayed and what we did. It was a much-need and much-appreciated getaway for us, and hopefully it won’t be another five and a half years before we get to do something like that again. I will say that I wasn’t thrilled to go back to work yesterday, but I also wasn’t exhausted from the vacation as I have often been on little whirlwind trips, so maybe we did something right in that regard.


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