urania dumps the Baron von Kindle???
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Alas the wicked but seductive Baron von Kindle has competition. A suave stranger with hint of a dark past has entered her life. He has not divulged his name, but his family crest is an apple. He has presented Urania with a copy of "The Book of Disquiet." urania may be in love.
On a Nook Color you can play Bejewelled so you don't have to read any more.
3: I am so disgusted with myself over the time I spend playing Sudoku or Words with Friends now that I have a Nook. I read exponentially less.
I a puzzled by the "Bejeweled" comment.
Then you would be disgusted with the apple-crest-bearing stranger. Many, many games but my heart belongs to Suduku.
He's good. He is very good indeed. And so suave. And I have always loved men with dark pasts. He is also ludicrously decadent.
But he has less energy than the Baron von Kindle. He cannot keep it up for three weeks ;-)
Bejeweled. It is available also as a Nook Color app and is most likely available as an IPad app. If you try it at the link here try the 'Classic' version.
It's better than reading.
My Cybook Opus (e-ink reader) has died, and I'm not sure I will replace it with a similar device. Do I really need it when I carry my iPad with me most of the time anyway, and when I don't happen to have it, I can still use my iphone and take up reading where I left off on the iPad. And yes, I am ashamed to say that games have been encroaching on my reading time too.
By the way, I am FlorenceArt on words with friends, if someone wants to play. :-P
Maybe we need a 12step program... or just an exciting group read, when is Foucault's Pendulum starting?
Last night, finally abed, I had immediately at hand the recently started Doc, a book I've been looking forward to. So I picked up the Nook and played Bejeweled. One might think that reading comes first, but what one does is the final evidence. (After Bejeweled I used it to finish up reading LIbraryThing (another diverting use for it) messages, and then I opened Doc for a few pages).
what is this words with friends?
or perhaps I shouldn't ask.
I"m still greatly enjoying my kindle. Urania, what do the goats say about your new infatuation?
Words with Friends is a game of Scrabble that you can play online. I love it, but I wish it was available in French, I could play with my mother then.
The goats don't know about the suave stranger yet. When I take them grazing, I always have the wicked but seductive Baron von Kindle with me.
That Words with Friends is a dangerous beast.
My kindle, which was to be used for reading, had become my children's favorite plaything. And I am still hauling a selection of paper books from place to place. My daughter is downloading books onto it, so it is being used for reading, just not my reading. Goats are probably better respecters of personal property than children, but it's probably too late to switch now. Unless you'd consider an even trade? Do goats like Legos? We have plenty.
I'm currently reading Thus Spoke Zarathustra, which means, I am also procrastinating considerably with "Bubble Shooter". One, a derivation of "the Bible", the other a derivation of "Bejeweled".
Murr, Chris and I spend lot of time disparaging words with friends because of what it does and does not consider a word. We are perpetually arguing with it. I think this is actually a big part of its appeal...
The difference with Scrabble is that the board is smaller and that you are allowed to try out words to see if it will take them, without losing a turn. This leads to a lot of silly words that have strange letters and rack up points, and almost never a word over six letters long.
Also I love my Nook. I just downloaded a silly Regency play that is mentioned in Austen's Mansfield Park and read it for the hell of it. One of the many benefits of ereaders... But if a "stranger with the apple family crest" appeared in my life I would probably throw over the Nook for him, because those guys are irresistable.
I love scrabble! it's one of the few board games I can actually win. And it's a great way to teach vocabulary.
Words with friends is great, provided you limit yourself to one game at a time. You can get near-infinite time to think about each move if you like, since you cannot insist your game partner be continually available, so there is often an exchange of just a couple moves a day, which adds to it.
I've lost my kindle and am trying to figure out where I left it. It was named the "Fidele". If I have to get a new one I'll need a new name, too.
I have several games going at the same time and I don't mind. There's no pressure, you play when you find the time.
Like Anna I get angry at some of the words they reject. Basically anything that starts with a capital letter is considered a proper name and therefore rejected. Considering how generous the English Language is with Capital Letters, That's Just Plain Stupid. For instance, June is rejected. So are Jew, Marxist, Martian, and many others that I have forgotten.
24> I hope you find your Kindle again!
You need a man bag sam so that your kindle can fit oh so snugly into same
How about a story about a goat (for U) and about baseball (for RH)?
Before you make a final decision, you might want to consider your suave strangers poor performance in bright sunlight (tends to fade if you know what I mean), though you may consider it made up for by his robustness in the dark.
25: Yeah they won't take Jew or Jewish. What the hey...? They take "french" though. And don't get me started on "Qi" and "Qaid" which are NOT ENGLISH.
I have Nook..and Kindle..and iPad
Play games only on my MacBook....the main Thing, since it's connected to my DSL
32: The Nook (the version we have, anyhow) only communicates via wireless, that's what made me break down and get wi fi for my house. It has been so easy to play games on everything since then. Except the kids' Xbox because it needs a separate expensive doohickey to access wi fi.
31> What I love about this game is trying a French word and having it accepted. It's amazing how many French words are also English words. Doesn't always work though, unfortunately.
Well, one advantage to the ipad is that you could try my aps. Currently working on DressABear but, of course, I have to add more hats.
34: I started a game with you last night. With the time difference it will probably take us weeks to finish. :)
Hey someone has to find me an Apple-crested stranger of my own. I want that ap!
Horrible, horrible news. The goats broke into the feed room today and ate half a trash can full of feed. Our vet made an emergency visit. Goats dosed with charcoal, antibiotics, and ban amine (sp?). Right now, she says they have a 50/50 chance of surviving. The pregnant goats will probably lose their babies. I am distraught. This is the worst in series of catastrophes that have hit us over the last week.
Please send green thoughts this way.
Green thoughts, green thoughts, green thoughts. I hope I am not too late. You know we love your goats almost as much as you do.
urania so sorry to hear it. I am sending positive thoughts your way. We are all very attached to your goats.
Six of my babies died today. We worked fourteen hours to save them. In all likelihood the other four will die tomorrow.
Oh Wow I am sooooooooo sorry. I always thought goats had stomaches of steel. Poor babies.
I am pulling for the remaining four, and mourning the rest. I hope you are also taking care of yourself.
Little Liesel died. Only Linnea and Gabrielle are left. The barn seems so terribly quiet.
I hope Linnea and Gabrielle will pull though. What a terrible experience for you.
Linnea and Gabrielle have been jumping on and off the various landings of the front balcony this morning. Linnea has gifted the lounge chair with nannyberries and pee. Linnea, who is used to being top goat, refuses to have anything to do with Gabby, who keeps trying to cuddle up to her. Linnea is contrary. A dear neighbor is giving us her darling Coco to keep Gabrielle occupied. Coco will be a year old in August and is the apple of her mama's eye, so the gift is doubly wonderful as it comes from the heart. I did not realize how much our neighbors loved us despite our political differences until this tragedy. Everyone pulled together. Leitha and Walter spent ten hours at the barn with us as we frantically dosed goats with charcoal, baking soda, and electrolytes. Tibor helped Robbie bury our babies, so I guess the people are essentially good despite deep political differences. I shall hang onto that thought anyway.
Im so sorry for your lost of your other goats but so glad it seems that two of them will make it and now has company. I have really enjoyed reading your other posts. I have had a crash coarse on goat sex and that goats can go around and eat just any and everything like I always thought. I look forward to more goat tales in the near furture.
You remind us that there is hope for humanity if we work together as human beings.
In which Miss Coco Chanel arrives and finds her accommodations not to her liking
"I thought there would be interiors by Fortuny," said Miss Chanel when questioned by reporters.
"She smells," huffed Linnea and Gabrielle, survivors of the Great Enterotoxemia Plague.
"At least I do not overeat," retorted Miss Chanel.
lol, oh it's nice to see that you have kept your sense of humour. I"m still deeply distressed by this tragedy. Still sending lots of green thoughts and warmest hugs.
Thank you Murrushka. I need all the green thoughts and hugs I can get. The barn seems so empty and lonesome now. The magnitude of the loss is almost too much to grasp. I had a panic attack in the store today. All my pretty ones gone away.
Much, much sympathy to you. But I'm so glad to see that humanity trumps politics -- somehow we need to see beyond our differences to our commonalities and empathy.
Yes, that was so heartening, how your neighbors came forth.
Miss Coco does have a je ne sais quoi about her.
I'm so glad you found some help and comfort, and that Linnea and Gabrielle now have Coco to keep them company.
I am sitting on the front balcony surrounded by goats - Miss Coco is sitting on my lounge chair with me - two dogs and one cat.
Much to consider and imagine, goats throughout history and so on...that even today such a large bad thing could happen. I'm confident you will endure well, Urania, and that goats will multiply.
Say hello to the goats for me. And say hello for me to the dogs and the cat.
Yes, do say hello to the dog and the goats.*
I do hope your goats are feeling better.
*(Just joshin'. I actually have a dog and THREE cats)
The two goats who survived, Linnea and Gabrielle, appear fully recovered. Tomorrow all three go to the vet for check-ups. Miss CoCo will receive all her vaccinations.
Although I have no goats to share a lounge chair, I will hold my two little white dogs a little closer and think of your babies.
Great picture of Miss Coco Chanel.
Looking after animals is so important for our sanity.
Weeds have no sense of decorum. The flourish even as our tomato plants and ourselves wilt. I have retired to my Soviet issue fainting couch to reread the works of Jane Austen. I have finished Pride and Prejudice, Mansfield Park, and Sense and Sensibility. Austen's novels seem an appropriate choice for a faded and wilted Southern diva to read when the weather exceeds 100 degrees.
I'm glad to hear from you Urania! Jane Austen is always a sensible choice.
I feel it is inappropriate to discuss on a public forum the attire worn by aging Southern divas when the temperature is over 100 degrees Fahrenheit; however, I can assure my friends that under such trying circumstances, the hats of the aforementioned Southern divas are always gorgeous.
Just thought I'd catch up here finally...and goodness, U, I'm so sorry. My sympathies.
Just dropped in to let you know that DressABear, the previously mentioned ipad app, is now in the app store. I did add many hats just prior to release, though i have no doubt you will find them lacking in comparison to your own wardrobe. It also comes with a story, short, but it is a story. The press release is here with links to the ap store http://aps.bootstraps.net/dressabearPressReleases.html
also, very soon, tomorrow or later today, DressABearStory will be in the store - you can create stories with that one - all of which might interest you more if you have any children around, in addition to goats. But, my library has a program for rading to dogs, so i see no reason you couldn't read to goats. Or write them stories.. I'm sure they'd like the pictures of the hats.
It must be very hot there. I am so lucky that it is such great weather here. I have not really even minded all the rain/grey skies we have had in the last month, because it beats 105 degrees in the shade. I am wishing for cool breezes to waft your way, u.
Also given that you live in bluegrass country:
Some belated green thoughts, Urania. I hope they grow and flourish in the hot weather (with pleanty of water?).
I really have nothing good to report about my reading of late. I just finished To Marry an English Lord history lite at its lightest. Read Edith Wharton or Henry James instead.
In which urania put down her foot
Hmmm ... just a note to all potential company - a new house warning. I just endured the third house guest who pitched a fit grande royale because we did not have a proper set of drinking glasses. Juice glasses, water glasses, etc. We have lots of drinking utensils in our house - mostly antique crystal left to us by assorted relatives. We also have lots of mugs, cups and saucers, everyday table wine glasses, and mason jars. On occasion we have either juice glasses or water/iced tea glasses. Robbie breaks all of these at some point. I have for the last time called up a neighbour and borrowed a juice glass or drinking glass for a house guest pitching a hissy fit (I am not joking about the hissy fit over the lack of the desired drinking glass).
So be on alert, if you come to visit, do not expect a proper set of everyday iced/water glasses and/or juice glasses. You will have to put up with what is here. I make no apologies. I have better things to do with my time than to go shopping for glasses.
P.S. I am feeling cranky this morning.
P.P.S. When we host social justice workers from Columbia (where the life of a social justice worker is short), they do not complain about the drinking utensils. They are not wimps.
103: That is....weird. I am sorry your guests are delicate flowers.
My favorite guest complaint was when my houseguest was appalled we had no lowfat mayo.
Erm, if a friend came to my house and made a scene about the glasses, they would be an ex-friend real fast. But that would not happen because they would faint dead away upon setting foot (carefully, don't step on that... oops, too late) in the mess that is my apartment.
WHAT?!?!?! Now that is rude I was taught when you are a houseguest of anyones you take what is given to you. So if you are drinking from a mason jar by all means I should be also. WOW Im still in shock!!!!
Being proper Vermonters we have no white sugar. It's honey, maple syrup, molasses or brown. I have had my head blasted off once or twice for this unamerican lapse.
You would be quite comfortable in my house. Mismatch central.
>107 Actually, the friend was Robbie's not mine. One other occasion involved a visiting parent (the wife of a close friend) who felt that her child could not cope with anything other than a proper juice glass. As for the third guest ... an acquaintance rather than a friend ... quite rich and not used to making do, but she thinks she has the common touch. As a commoner, I do not feel touched by glass complaints. I am also astonished at the number of guests who will not eat fresh vegetables unless they are cooked using lots of prepared soups, cheese, etc. I am quite sure some of them have never eaten fresh green vegetables in their lives.
>110 sibyx, a woman after my own heart.
I feel especially amazed at the glass complaint because I go out of my way to set beautiful tables when guests come: linen napkins, pretty plate arrangements, the crystal, the silver, and fresh flowers. I think that should make up for the lack of ordinary glassware sets.
>106 anna, we do not have mayo of any kind. Neither Robbie or I eat it ... unless we are company and that has been incorporated into one of the foods.
I do go grocery shopping with house guests, so they can pick up their favorite junk foods. We have none. We also have no soda.
How can you live without mayonnaise? It is so easy to make and so good. I don't imagine I'd like it on doughnuts, but that doesn't rule it out altogether.
"I'm sorry; there is a store nearby/far away/in the next state in which I am sure you could find whatever glassware you require. You may then pack it when you leave since I do hate to clean up the broken glass when Robbie has his little accidents."
> 113 Robert,
I live without mayo because Beloved despises it, and I do not eat it often enough to justify making/buying it. I hate wasting food. I also live without ketchup and mustard.
I have in my kitchen, hidden as far from my eyes as possible, a small assortment of drab, ugly, but apparently "proper" drinking glasses and mugs (shudder), left at my house by folk who CANNOT bring themselves to drink water from a victorian wine glass or coffee from a tea cup. I have given up trying to understand. I do like the mason jar option though. Next time somebody asks for a glass and then looks at me like I've handed them a pickled egg, I shall direct them to the preserving jar cupboard and leave the kitchen.
We have restaurants that serve the water in Mason jars, here in Portland. Actually the first time that happened I was a wee bit taken aback but I certainly did not mention it to the waiter or anything! And the water tastes just the same.
I drank wine from a baby bottle once (with a widened hole though). I didn't especially enjoy it. It was a special trademark of this restaurant I went to. I didn't much enjoy the restaurant either, of itself, though we had a merry evening with the group I went there with.
124, Weird! Where was this restaurant?
122, I found a really nice cocktail glass in the back of the cabinet the other day (all our regular glasses were in the dishwasher) and gave Chris some water in it. He gave it the funniest side-eye like "what the heck is this nice fancy glass doing here?"
We are assembling items for the town-wide yard sale in the fall, and I have thee in mind, Urania.
124> I think it was this one, but they don't mention baby bottles on the site, so either I'm wrong or they gave it up since then. It was a long time ago, 15 years or so.
I know because I have had both.
Here is one mayo recipe:
1 egg yolk*
1/2 teaspoon fine salt
1/2 teaspoon dry mustard
2 pinches sugar
2 teaspoons fresh squeezed lemon juice
1 tablespoon white wine vinegar
1 cup oil, safflower or corn
In a glass bowl, whisk together egg yolk and dry ingredients. Combine lemon juice and vinegar in a separate bowl then thoroughly whisk half into the yolk mixture. Start whisking briskly, then start adding the oil a few drops at a time until the liquid seems to thicken and lighten a bit, (which means you've got an emulsion on your hands). Once you reach that point you can relax your arm a little (but just a little) and increase the oil flow to a constant (albeit thin) stream. Once half of the oil is in add the rest of the lemon juice mixture.
Continue whisking until all of the oil is incorporated. Leave at room temperature for 1 to 2 hours then refrigerate for up to 1 week.
Just received news that anxious mother, who fears her child will be traumatized if a juice glass is not on hand, is coming (child in tow) at the end of August. I do not feel like having company in August.
Perhaps if you replied to her impending visit with a warning that she has to bring her own drinking glasses, she will rethink her coming.
A nice warning, but she is the wife of a friend of Beloved. Even before this turned out to be the season of catastrophes, I begged Beloved not to invite them this summer. What did he do? He not only invited them; he called three times to reiterate the invitation. It is an old friendship, so I will be polite; however, I do draw the line at buying hotdogs and candy for the daughter. She will eat what we eat or starve. She is on Ritalin. Personally, I would dump the high sugar load in her diet and dump the Ritalin. But I am not her mother.
"Personally, I would dump the high sugar load in her diet and dump the Ritalin."
sensitive issue with me
She would have better teeth, but the same problem otherwise. Sugar and diet have no affect on ADHD...according to my research...and contrary to popular opinion. Wish I were wrong.
Sorry, back to the mayonnaise...
131> Ah well, we all have family and family friends. I hope they're not staying too long....
>134 Sorry d, didn't mean to touch on a hot spot. She was performing remarkably well in school before the Ritalin; she just had tons (and I do mean tons of extra energy), so I wonder ... but then I am not an expert.
bas, whisking mayonnaise is awful although the results are tasty and one doesn't have to deal with chemical additives.
Have you named her yet? Or does that wait until you hold her in your arms?
In Which Baby Pandemonem Breaks out at the Dach
Six new babies and two new does added to herd (new does purchased with their babies)
For all those who wonder what the life of a goatherd diva/goat den mother is like, my schedule thus far. Up at 6:30 am. Grab cup of coffee. Delegate Beloved's morning goat duties: take Katya's temperature and accompany the goats for their morning graze, all the while keeping an eye out for hawks who tend to fly low when fresh tender baby goats are bopping around outside. While Beloved is presumably carrying out these duties - emphasis on the presumably, I prepare crockpot meal for his lunch guests. Why, I wonder? Then off to the goat barn to check the "presumably," clean the barn, feed the goats (this involves umpiring as each goat has a different combination of feed at the moment), and supervise Beloved to his wit's end. After all these tasks are accomplished, separate babies and mamas in barn to ensure safety from low-flying hawks and Linnea, who is expecting in a few weeks and is as mean as a snake. Then bring Katya and mama (Minuet) to house, safely ensconce them in Carl Larson room where fewer opportunities exist for goat mischief. Lay out hay and water in aforementioned room. I am now sitting on the very high Swedish-style cabinet bed monitoring goat poo, otherwise known as nannyberries. Grading four sections of freshman comp papers is beginning to seem like a lark. And the day is not yet over.
Congrats on the growth of your family!
But U, you have been reading WAY to much classical literature: "while keeping an eye out for hawks who tend to fly low when fresh tender baby goats are bopping around outside"
There's not a raptor in North America, that has the proverbial "talons" go after a baby goat!
I'm so glad you've bounced back from your recent disasters. now make sure you keep a strong padlock on the feedbox.
I raise a small breed: Nigerian dwarf goats. Their babies are tiny, and the red tailed hawks nesting in the woods on our property will take a small kid. Red-tailed hawks can carry capture prey more than double the hawks' weight. Every goat keeper I know around here keeps the babies penned in the barn until they are two large for hawks.
Wow, one learns something new, every day! Red-tails are good size, especially the females (sexual dimorphism 'n all). And I didn't realize these goat babies are so small.
Besides, I guess a raptor doesn't even have to carry off a relatively large prey in order to have a meal.
I was thinking you're way-too far East for the big one, Aquila chrysaetos...
Keep 'm safe!
Drama at the dacha: More goats arrived in the night. Goats are living in my guest bathroom, and house guests arrive on Saturday. And someone has stolen my Soviet-issue fainting couch and my fourth-best Fortuny gown, the one I wear when I milk the goats.
Very nice gown. OH NO dont tell me one of the goats ate it??? But whenever you find whoever is guilty of the theif GOAT ROPE them to teach them a lesson.
That's my second best Fortuny gown. It is not missing. But horrors - I had to wear a pair of Robbie's old work pants to the barn this morning. The mortification I suffered does not bear repeating. It would sink the entire Salon into a deep depression.
Oh Urania your new goats are the cutest thing since... since.... I have no words. They are very cute. I wish I lived anywhere Tennessee and could come and cuddle them.
In a terrible reading funk. Nothing I read is holding my interest. I blame Mitt Romney.
Take a reading break. Do some deep-cleaning. It's not just for spring! Go somewhere you don't normally go - to a different part of town or to the countryside. Just put books aside a bit and get busy and then books will be waiting for you and you'll have a beautiful reunion.
good advice. Or watch the West Wing for the 6th time, which is what I do.
Buy a used television and kill it with an axe, then lay down giggling and see what the goats bring.
Yes I have an iPad and a MacBook Pro; however, I have an extremely slow Internet connection, so watching streaming films or TV shows is not an option.
And ALWINN, I am shocked. I have six little innocent goat babies who must be sheltered from that sort of thing. I cannot believe you are suggesting corrupting little kids.
ahhhhhhhhh so that means if you have six little innocent goat babies then the goat porn phase has already pass. Well I guess I have no suggestions then. But have to admit anytime I need a good belly laugh I go back and read your posts.
Goat dating is what we Southern innocents call it. Afterward, the female goat disclaims any knowledge of what transpired during the date. "Y'all, I was so drunk yesterday," they say. Five months later they explain that theirs was a virgin birth.
165: Um, I'm not a goat farmer so I'm not sure about this, but if you want goat milk and more goat babies, I think you might have to break it to them someday. You know, about flowers and bees and how to get kids.
As we back in the hills say, pay no never mind to Rick. He always speaks harschly when he forgots the topic earlier in threads. Rick, behave yourself and go say something nice to ALWINN :-)
As for you cannibals out there, I've got my gun ready if you'uns come round here. Of course it is not loaded and I don't know how to shoot it. And couldn't aim accurately if I did.
Dear ALWINN, a big woops! Sorry, overprotective and...something. Very sorry.
One of the few science fiction writers I know anything about, John Scalzi, has a funny Twitter story that urania needs to read.
I have been trying out the microphone dowhichy on my iPad (I am sure the editors in this group are wincing at this word). It produces some amusing results. For example, I tried to post the following message: I finally finished reading Kafka on the Shore. The result with the microphone? Kafka on the Shore became Costco on the Shore. In the US, Costco is a supermarket chain. I was amused. The microphone gaffe almost made reading the book worth the time.
I think Costco on the Shore has definite possibilities.
It sounds like a soap opera, a sort of downmarket General Hospital...
I never tried the dictation thing on my iThingies, because I feel like a complete dork talking to a machine. I tried it, years ago, when Apple introduced it for the first time on Mac OS. It didn't work in French then, so I had to talk in English, which didn't help. After trying to give a few orders to my Mac, most of which were ignored or misinterpreted, I just forgot about the whole thing.
I think I tried to get it to shut down, because it was the only thing I could think of.
I just tried to shut mine up ;-) - although I have to admit I found the idea of using the microphone to send emails to my relatives kindly amusing.
A job for U and the goats! Should only be a spring/summer/early autumn job.
I have my eyes on a number of spots in the Maryville/Knoxville area for grazing goats. But the matter is complicated. For instance, note the quotation from the Chicago Tribune:
Malick adds that the department also worries about pollution produced by mechanical mowers, so they're turning to the four-legged variety.
The pollution produced by planes is a factor for goats. I wouldn't want my goats grazing in a polluted area or an extremely noisy area. Same with highways. Additionally, the matter is more complicated than simply putting goats out to graze. If one plans to leave them there, a predator-safe shelter is necessary for evenings. Additionally, a fence is needed to demarcate the grazing area. If no fence, then a goat herder and good herding dog are necessary. Median salary for the goat herder $24,040. And there's still additional upkeep. Goats still need access to hay, water, mineral salts, and some grain at night for does. One also needs a good dog trained to protect goats during the day and at night. A trained Great Pyrenees runs about $1300. And then there's profit - why go to the trouble if no profit is involved?
Goat cleaning is an environmentally sound decision but also a potentially expensive one if the owner cares about the goats' welfare.
Additionally, goats are not lawnmowers. It may take them a couple of months to clean the area one wants cleaned. They are picky eaters.
But you have such cute adorable little goat faces to look at...........
Taking a break from caprices to meditate on the ...
The Virgin of Melun by Jean Fouquet
Jacket picture for A Complex Delight: The Secularization of the Breast, 1350-1750
I wonder what breasts looked like before they were secularized?
how about bellini?
fra filippo lippi
here's a fine northern one
sorry U. got carried away
Regarding post 199 - picture
Exactly WHAT is sweet little Jesus boy holding in his hand? It's not his mother's thumb. Of that much I am sure. Perhaps it is the breast before it was secularized? Opinions anyone?
I guess it is Christian relic, a cut off finger or a cut off penis.
If it is a finger, then I would suggest based on the logic of iconography that is the doubting finger of saint thomas. That would indicate that Saint Thomas was the patron saint of the person who commissioned and purchased the painting
If it is a cut of penis, referring to the circumcision of Jezus, then this painting is a bit of a mystery. While there are paintings which show circumcision iconography with a Jezus child they all predate the 15 th or 16 th century. By the time of the "Flemish primitives" , circumcision was seen as an evil thing and a cruelty inflicted on the child. Jezus and Marie's calm faces and accepting stances do not fit with a circumcision relic.
Mac is your HO ever H? If you were Por, I would not need to ask that question ;-) But while we wait for P's O, which I am sure will be definitive, I will pass the question on to a good friend of mine who is studying with the Benedictines at the moment. Not that this is a Benedictine sort of question.
H is my middle name, how could it be anything else amongst the likes of you people.
Still waiting for Por. If he doesn't have the answer, I am sure he is busily digging through the entrails of the Internet to find the answer and solve the mystery.
A root veg-e-table as the redoubtable Wolfgang Puck would say. I don't see anything on J's jacket that resembles a members only patch.
Orange-coloured carrots appeared in the Netherlands in the 17th century.5 These, the modern carrots,
Jane you see more than I. I am inclined to the carrot or penis theory. This is an interesting mystery. I am still waiting for Por to track down the answer.
A) The kid looks a lot like his mother. Should that be the case? I've known of adopted kids who take on attributes and looks of a parent.
B) What is a carrot if not the universal penis, the root penis? And, muchlike, what is a penis if we do not carrot all?
But, she is her mother, isn't she? It's only his father that is not really his father. Or maybe Our Father is His Father, but his father is not his father.
A penis looking like a pear ? A pearnis ? There is a story here ! I'll be back !
I have a source that tells me its a Cannoli. Cannoli consist of tube-shaped shells of fried pastry dough, filled with a sweet, creamy filling usually containing ricotta. They range in size from "cannulicchi", no bigger than a finger, to the fist-sized proportions typically found in Piana degli Albanesi, south of Palermo, Sicily.
but the "a penis looking like a pear??? a pearnis is more interesting.
Penises, Pearns, pears, carrots ... let's solve the mystery. Find the scholarly sources that may point us in the right direction. I am intrigued by the mystery.
Ok. It is an apple all right. A strange shaped apple, but an apple nonetheless. Apples are very common in the iconography of the Flemish primitives. The apple connects Jezus with Maria as the new Adam and Eve and give a message of hope for humanity.
The painting is by an unidentified painter. But his style identifies him as certainly post Memlinck ( 1430 – 1494 ) and probably a contemporary of Gerard David. A best guess would be Adrian Isenbrant.( 1491 -1551)
Now back to the apple. We experience its shape as strange as probably the public did 500 years ago. Most apples are very nicely painted in the many examples we still find in the museums and churches of Ghent and Brugge. So what’s wrong with this one ?
Isembrant was very successful in his days. He had a studio, a lot of assistants prepared the paint, the wooden bords and even painted the less important parts. Isembrant would do the faces , the hands and some important details.
Was the botched apple painted by a novice? Did Isembrant fail to see this error ?
Another explanation could be that Isenbrant painted a secret message, a secret statement addressed to himself . Isenbrant was something of a “bon vivant” . The city of Bruges still has documents where his excesses are described by the law-holders. He was married twice. He remarried when his first wife died. But he had numerous girlfriends too. He even shared his maitresse with his best friend Gerard David. So maybe he decided to shape the apple as a phallus in order to demand protection against his own lustful desires…Medieval stories and paintings bulge with secret sexual imagery.
Dan Brown would have another opinion. The phallus shaped apple is a symbol to show that Jesus was indeed conceived by a man and a woman and to debunk the Immaculate Conception. Isenbrant then would be one of the members of the “sang real sect”, the ones who would protect and advocate the bloodline of Jesus Christ !
Oh great idea. Someone should write to Dan Brown - he has not written anything in a while.
A fun guess Mac and a witty one. But I want a more solid explanation. Some art critic somewhere must have noticed that little Jesus child is olding something that is shall we say ambiguous. One would think said art critic would at least have mentioned the object.
i agree it's a pfunny looking apple. hard to look into a picture by an unknown artist, but i'm doing my best, U., though you overrate my sloothing abilities.
Jesus left hand is playing with a necklace with red beads, an allusion to the blood of his sacrifice. He is holding a pear in his right hand, the fruit of the 'new Adam' symbolizing salvation.
The pear is the symbol of original sin in Saint Augustine's Confessions. He goes on and on about it. The pearl hanging from the necklace of red beads that Jesus is touching with his other hand symbolizes purity, the red beads the redeeming blood of christ. The "new adam" is cleansed of original sin by christs blood.
hard to top davids. i thought it a pear and troubled over the child's fingering of the jewelry. good work dx.
pyriform it looks, probably a bosc.
For a diversion I was just reading the Confessions of Saint Augustine, with great regret that you were not here with me. What a high-flown wordsmith! Such tear-jerking phoniness! How hard I laughed, for example, over a "pear theft" of his youth, made the basis for his account of student days.
my typical overkill, only for those with a bartlett interest
a skin coloured pear ? These "Flemish primitives" were masters in realistic rendition of the world around them.
splendidiously insoluble D. way beyond my powers of detection. but will look into it.
Jan Morris wrote that the picture changed the way she looked at painting. She was fascinated with the subject and "its sense of permantently suspended enigma" and calls it a "haunted picture", inhabited by the actual presence of the artist (Morris, Jan, Pleasures of a Tangled Life, Arrow, 1990, p. 170).
Byron relished it for its ambiguity.
It brings to mind for me FW. Vico & JAAJ were deathly afraid of thunder & expulsion.
One of the theories is that the painting symbolises the holy family on the flight into Egypt. I'm not convinced. There is much more going on here than just that layer of meaning. I think the key is in Giorgione's life, which is another insoluble enigma. Balzac's equally enigmatic The Unknown Masterpiece put me on the trail of this mystery and I've been obsessed ever since.
Incidentally, i was just reading that same article about the History of the Pear. Great minds must google alike. ;)
The pear is a masculine symbol associated with Adam and Christ so the resemblance to a penis might very well be intentional. The pearl is a feminine symbol associated with the purity of the virgin and the tears of Eve after the fall.
yes indeed, fascinating stuff. and what a fucking jerk that Augustine was. Horrible, horrible man.
greatminds indeed D.
The Unknown Masterpiece is not much of a story, really. But there's an idea in it, an idea that I'm pretty sure was not Balzac's, that is rich enough to have kept this story alive and inspired later artists and writers. Henry James either parodied this story in "The Madonna of the Future," or pushed it to its logical conclusion. It's been so long since I read it that I don't remember which. Maybe both. I understand that there's a Zola novel that also makes use of The Unknown Masterpiece. And then there's the Jacques Rivette modernization, La Belle Noiseuse, a four (!) hour movie that mostly consists of alternating shots of a nude Emmanuele Béart, and closeups of the hand of the artist who draws her.
doesn't come cheap
The companion story in this collection, Gambara, is similarly about the nature of creativity, although in this case about a composer and instrument maker. I found this less successful, and the long explanations of an opera composed by the title character tedious and hard to follow.
In both stories Balzac describes the obsessiveness of the creative act, and the delusions that artists express in support of their works. There are also parallels between the first story and Sarrasine, with direct allusions to Pygmalion in both stories - both are about an artist trying to replicate his ideal of beauty, but in Sarrasine he is deceived by the object, and in The Unknown Masterpiece by the replication.
Awesome. This thread has gone from the mundane to the cultured in a matter of days.
A big round of applause for David.
Yes indeed we are learned something, but you have to admit the goat shenanigans keeps us laughing unless of course they get into the feed closet.
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