Month: September 2006

  • Concatenation

    Our Latin teacher was such a gift.  Even though he was a luminary in the classics world, a retired professor of graduate school, fluent in seven languages, he was living in our remote valley and willing to teach us the rudiments of Latin.  We jumped into Wheelock's Latin and received more, so much more, than Latin.  He knew the stories behind the sentences we were translating; he knew the nuances and idioms of Latin; he knew innumerable references in English literature to this Latin phrase.  His memory was stunning - his ability to retrieve quotations, cite authors, remember character's names was the stuff of legend.  When he introduced the "ethical dative" he would tell us how Jane Austen used it!

    Regularly he would address the younger students saying, "Kids, this is an important word for you to know" and go on to introduce a word I had never once heard or seen.  In the arrogance of my ignorance I figured if I'd never run across it, these kids would never in a lifetime see it.  A little rolling of the eyes leads to a little crow on the dinner plate.  Inevitably, in-e-vi-ta-bly, I would come across that word within a week, and stumble over it several times within a month's time.

    One of those words was concatenation.  Chapter 2 of Wheelock's had this sentence from Horace: Me saevis catenis onerat. He oppresses me with cruel chains.  Beloved teacher sees catenis (chains) and introduces this very important word:

    concatenation kon-kat-uh-NAY-shuhn; kuhn-, noun
    A series of links united; a series or order of things depending on each other, as if linked together; a chain, a succession.

    Concatenation was the first of a series of obscure words that I learned from our beloved teacher and whenever I run across it now a special glow of remembrance, a delicious warmness works through me and I sigh a quite contented sigh.  That word is now an old friend which I gladly welcome to my hearth.

    This week I read The Catnappers by P.G. Wodehouse and came to these words:

    "What are those things circumstances have, Jeeves?" I said.

    "Sir?"

    "You know what I mean. You talk of a something of circumstances which leads to something.  Cats enter into it, if I'm not wrong."

    "Would concatenation be the word you are seeking?"

    "That's right.  It was on the tip of my tongue.  Do concatenations of circumstances arise?"

    "Yes, sir."

  • Fine Art Friday - Degas

    This week I read The Monument, a young adult book by Gary Paulsen.  In it a recently adopted 13 year old girl encounters an artist, Mick, and it changes her life.  She looks at her small Kansas town through Mick's eyes and sees everything in a new light.  Her leg brace and coffee-colored skin set her apart from the other kids her age so that a tag-along dog she adopted, Python, is her only companion.  Mick gives her a book about Degas to study.

    But even with that, even with the beauty, I was still trying to work, trying to see the colors and the way Degas had drawn things until I turned the page and just stopped, stopped dead.

    It was a painting of a group of young women practicing ballet, called The Dance Master.  The wall in the room was green and there was a big mirror on one side for the dancers to see themselves.  In the background there is a raised platform or bleachers for people to sit and watch and dancers are everywhere, practicing, stretching, fixing their costumes.  On one side there is an older man leaning on a cane--an instructor--and he is watching them, studying them, and still I would have been all right except for the girl.

    She was standing to the side of the dancers but almost in the middle of the painting and she is watching them, worried about something, with her hand to her mouth, and I looked at her and started to cry.

    She looked like me, or sort of like me, but that wasn't it--at first I didn't know why I was crying. Then I thought of what they were, all of them, dancers, and that all of what they were was gone.

    The painting was done in the late eighteen-hundreds.  They were all gone.  All dead.  I wanted to know the girl, wanted to watch them practice.  I wanted to see the dresses move and hear the music, wanted to know which ones the dance master picked for performance and if the girl who looked a little like me was one of them.  I wanted to talk to them and ask them how it was to wear the costumes and dance and dance and dance without one stiff leg.  I wanted to know their dreams and hopes...


  • What DON'T You Do?

    The 1995 ACCS (Association of Classical and Christian Schools) conference was our initial introduction to classical education; by the final session, "Educating Yourself" both my husband and I had a severe case of "brain bulge."  A young man in his late twenties hoisted a stack of books on the front table.  He introduced The Question: how can we give our children the kind of education that we never received?  The Answer: educate yourself.  He handed out "Top 100 must read books". I thrive on reading lists.

    I eagerly scanned it and was dismayed to realize that the first book I had read was number 63 on the list! Oy vey.  With weary resignation we listened as the speaker enthusiastically talked about fifth century BC Greece, his current reading, and the motivation to be an autodidact. 

    Afterwards, I approached him and asked, "What don't you do?" 

    He gave me a quizzical look. "You have a family, you have a job, you have duties: how do you get it all done?  What do you choose NOT to do?" 

    Ah, the lines in his face disappeared and he replied,  "I found out that I can get by with about four or five hours of sleep." Although I was amazed at his stamina, I needed more.

    "What else?" I prompted.

    "Let's see," he thought, "I don't read the daily newspaper, I don't watch TV..."  His voice trailed off.  I think his secret was staying up to 1:00 in the morning and rising at 5:00.  Wow.

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    It's good to both affirm and deny.  It is good to be deliberate both in what I choose to do and in what I choose not to do.

    When it comes to getting things done, efficiency is important, but even more so are the choices to include or exclude an activity.  Mental multi-vitamin (scroll to 8.03.2006) writes about making time and included a list of don'ts.  On her list is answering the phone (she turns the ringer off), mall shopping, reading junk mail, elaborate cooking, and wasting time on doubt. 

    Right now I'm working towards balance, searching for order, and pursuing proper priorities.  What stays?  What goes? Where shall I say no? What can I prune from my life in order to say yes to the things I desperately want?  I watch little TV, but will that resolve hold when American Idol starts a new season?  I don't play Spider Solitaire on the computer because it somehow disappeared a few months ago. That was a huge time waster in my life.  Computer time is another time eater, but I really enjoy and I think I truly benefit from my online reading. 

    How do you manage your computer time?

    Any ideas out there?  What do you say no to?  I'd love to hear.

     

  • Autumn Reading Challenge Specifics

    Yikes!  How time does fly!!  I have about seven blog entries/essays floating around my head and no time to devote to them.  School is off to a productive and peaceable beginning.  I have one son to finish educating and I pray that we will finish well.  Yesterday we looked ahead to his last three years of high school; we have a plan on what we will cover before he takes off for college.  But that, my friend, is another blog entry!

    Earlier I drew a framework of categories for the fall reading plan.  Here's a quick filling in of the details:

    CURRICULUM reading: 
           The Church History, Eusebius, translated by Paul Maier
           Confessions, Augustine
           On the Incarnation, Athanasius
           The Ecclesiastical History of the English People, Bede
           The Nine Tailors,  Dorothy Sayers
           Eats, Shoots & Leaves, Lynne Truss
           The Top 500 Poems, William Harmon editor (read one poem aloud, daily)

    CHALLENGE reading:
           The Civilization of the Middle Ages, Norman F. Cantor

    CULTIVATING reading:  (I'm working up to reading Calvin's Institutes next year.)
           The Imitation of Christ, Thomas à Kempis, William Griffin translator (continued from summer)
           Table Talk, Martin Luther (small bits at a time)
           The Greatest English Classic, Cleland McAfee

    COMFORT & JOY reading:
           Jeeves & The Tie That Binds, P.G. Wodehouse
           The Cat-nappers, P.G. Wodehouse
           Won't Let You Go Unless You Bless Me, Andrée Seu
           The Ballad of the White Horse, G.K. Chesterton
           This Boy's Life, Tobias Wolff
           something from Austen or Dickens
           PD James and/or Dorothy Sayers mysteries

    CREATIVITY  reading:
           The Hidden Art of Homemaking, Edith Schaeffer
           On the Art of Writing, Arthur Quiller-Couch
           My Life with the Great Pianists, Franz Mohr
           Getting Things Done, David Allen

    CURIOSITY reading:
           The Johnstown Flood, David McCullough (audio)
           Kepler's Witch: An Astronomer's Discovery of Cosmic Order Amid Religious War, Political Intrigue, and the Heresy Trial of His Mother, James A. Connor

    I know how unlikely it is that I will get through this list with my son's wedding approaching, fall cleaning and canning, etc.  But I am armed with high hopes and salivating with anticipation even as I type some of these titles.

    Our local library has been closed to transfer to the brand new building.  I can't imagine when they have the grand opening on September 20th that there won't be a book or two that will catch my eye.

    Soon the light will fade in the evenings and we'll revisit a happy family tradition: Reading Evenings.  We gather in the living room with our books, hot drinks, and pencils.  We all read our individual books quietly, but enjoy hearing chuckles, sighs, moans, giggles, and occasional interruptions: "You have to hear this!"

    Sigh.  The reading life is a beautiful life.
       

  • Fine Art Friday - Monet's Garden at Giverny

                    Monet's Garden in Giverny

    More about this piece.  Aren't these bright colors perfect for the day today?  I have loved Monet since Madame Ferguson taught me French in high school. 

    Here's the thing:  I don't know much about this piece but I like it.  I'm not even sure that it's Monet.  It involved ray tracing.  Does anyone have a clue what ray tracing is?  It appears to be an artistic application of science.  Interesting, huh?  Have a great Friday!