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.”

Photos from our Maryland/DC trip

Laura and I had an invigorating and restorative weekend in Maryland and DC.    On Friday and Saturday, I attended the MITH Workshop on APIs and the Digital Humanities, at which I gave  an introductory talk on APIs.  We took the workshop as a chance for the both of us to take a road trip to visit family, friends, and some of the big sites of the DC area.    Here are some photos I took from the weekend:

Books to sleep by

Books pile up barely read beside my bed.  They make their way from various places of origin:  the bookshelf of my office next door, the new bookshelf of the Carnegie Library of Pittsburgh, and occasionally from the warehouses of amazon.com.  I think to myself that I must read that book, yes, that book, right away and take it home with me. The problem is:  I don’t have enough time dedicated to reading books to get through many pages, let alone, entire books.  It takes only minutes before the book I chose for the night slips from my sleepy hands and falls thud on the floor.  Sleep triumphs over even the most seductive book.