Good Prose by Kidder and Todd

I knew that Tracy Kidder is a famous writer but I didn't know that he had received many of the most prestigious national literary prizes.  For better or worse, that understanding has raised the chances I'll end up buying Good Prose, the book he recently co-authored with Richard Todd, his long time editor. The book's publicist certainly understood that a book on non-fiction writing will have to be sold on not only the merits of the authors' reputation but also on first impressions of the content.  And he standards will be high since the promise of learning from a master team are dangled before prospective readers/buyers.

I'm in no immediate need to buy the book since I just borrowed it from the university library.  Ideally I can even read it once before deciding whether to spend money for my own copy.

Congress: help us think about Syrian intervention

I usually call my elected representatives to advocate for specific policy stances.  I'm torn about whether Congress should vote to intervene militarily in Syria.  (My heart and gut say no but I'm not totally sure.)  So instead of advocating against military intervention,  I currently plan to say to my Congressional representatives:  put away the usual game playing, the stuff of day-to-day politics, and embrace fully the sobering task you have before you in deciding which potentially world-altering and calamitous actions to enact.  Please help lead this country and me, your constituent, in this serious work of prayerful and thoughtful consideration.

Happy Centenary, Rite of Spring!

Today is the centenary of the shocking premier of Igor Stravinsky's Rite of Spring. Though I vaguely knew how famous the piece is, I hadn't listened to it until last night. In addition to watching the impressive visualization of the piece (Stravinsky, The Rite of Spring, Part 1: The Adoration of the Earth  and Part 2: The Exalted Sacrifice ), I took in the Keeping Score documentary on the work, narrated with great passion by San Francisco Symphony director Michael Tilson Thomas (the ever charismatic MTT).  I look forward to listening to more versions of The Rite of Spring and reading more about the history of the piece.

Sunday quiet?

If I had been slightly more organized this Sunday morning, I would have walked down the hill in quiet solitude to catch a bus into Berkeley.  Instead, I will now hop in my car to make the short pilgrimage to All Souls Parish.  With a bit of preparation, I'll arrive in a relatively unhurried state of mind.  Should I, however, putter around on my computer any further, I'll arrive slightly late, wondering why I can't be prepare myself properly for worship service.  The wheel turns again.

The factors that make up 2012

Soon after the clock struck midnight, I said to Laura how pleased I was that 2012 is an even number.  Something about its factorability made me irrationally optimistic about the new year.

This morning, during the light of day, being curious about what prime factors make up 2012 -- and being properly lazy on a new year's day -- I turned to Wolfram Alpha for the answer:

2^2×503  (3 prime factors, 2 distinct)

1  |  2  |  4  |  503  |  1006  |  2012   (6 divisors)

Hmmm....503....what does that mean?

First of two birthday celebrations for Bach

Using today's Gregorian calendar, we would say that Johann Sebastian Bach was born on March 31, 1685 in Eisenach, Saxe-Eisenach. However, it is very common to commemorate JSB's birthdate as March 21, 1685, the day of his birth in the Julian Calendar, the system in effect in central Germany in 1685. I say: let's use both days to remember and enjoy the life and work of this most amazing composer and musician. Happy Birthday, Bach!

Ruth, Tears, and Alien Corn

One of my favorite books in the Bible is the Book of Ruth.  Laura and I read it to each other last night through the inevitable tears that spring from me when I contemplate the story of family devotion and divine providence.   This book is also an inspiration for some of my favorite lines of poetry, found in the latter verse of John Keats' Ode to a Nightingale (text of poem):

The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;

I think often of Keats' image of Ruth when I think of the journeys to foreign lands that my parents -- and I -- have made, when we too have been "sick for home, ... [standing] in tears amid the alien corn."