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metaleptic world

I’ve done no work in the last couple of weeks. None. Been either too busy, or too mentally and emotionally exhausted. Tomorrow a very welcome houseguest arrives; I’ll probably get to do some work over this visit, strangely enough. This is why I like writers! They can amuse themselves for an hour, easy.

You got your wish, François: I am unable to sleep because of metalepsis. In writing up Marie-Laure Ryan’s plenary talk of this past May, I’ll be going on my sparse notes, so please forgive and correct me if my recollection is wrong. I have a habit of quoting speakers directly when taking notes, but later do not have any way of figuring out which are the actual direct quotes, and what I paraphrased. (Typing quotation marks takes up too much time, when trying to record thoughts expressed at normal speaking speed.) Consequently, anything enclosed in quotation marks below refers to the notes file, and may or may not be a direct quote from the speaker. In other words, blame me not them.
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Okroshka.

George wants cross-blog recipes, so here’s a wonderful cold soup from the old country, for a hot summer day. Its name is pronounced uh-KROSH-kah. Some also call it cold borsch, but it’s really a very different soup.

Before we begin: it involves beets. Even if you don’t like beets (which I don’t), this is excellent food. The amounts below are enough for one of those large soup pots. Oh, I don’t know, probably a couple of quarts.

2 medium-sized beets

radishes

boiled potatoes

green onions

hard-boiled eggs, if you like

cucumbers

plain (not fruity) kefir

cooked hot dogs, cubed or

bologna cubes or

mortadella cubes, if you’re not vegetarian

salt

Quarter the beets; cut one of the quarters again in half and reserve one of the pieces for later. Make a beet broth: just boil them until they start to get soft and the broth is fragrant. The water will lose a bit of its pretty color towards the end, so just add the reserved piece of beet, cook a couple more minutes, and let cool. Then refrigerate it, with the beet pieces still in it, until cold.

Cut everything else (but not the kefir) in cubes and/or slices, and if you’re using eggs, use half an egg per plate. Put a little of everything in each plate, pour some of the broth over, mix in kefir to taste. Add some salt, if the soup needs it.

If you can’t find kefir in your dairy section, or if all they have is the fruity stuff, use some plain yogurt — for this soup, probably anything but full-fat, or it’ll get too heavy. Feel free to improvise with the ingredients.

Mostly a trip report.

Hello, technology! After years of stereotypically resisting, I finally got hello-technology: a mobile phone. I’ve claimed lack of need for ages; but the need has become very real, what with driving across the country alone in September, so what the hell. Family plans are a sound financial investment, and peace of mind (not to mention convenience, and the fact that I might just turn off telephone service in my home later on) is worth the cost. Plus I get to play with cool beepy talking machines. After a few days of testing out the equipment and service, we’ll be sure whether we’re keeping this set-up; then I’ll publicize the number to those who are likely to want it.

But this isn’t even what I’m writing about. Today, a certain scholar-at-large left a comment on one of my previous posts gently prodding me to write up a trip report on ACH/ALLC 2003. That François Lachance is reading my Web log at all is flattering and unexpected, so now I am giddy and finally eager to summarize this year’s experience. For the record, I’ve been meaning to do this every year, if not in blog then over on Humanist. But I’ve always found it difficult to write a coherent account of everything important – there’s so much. This below, then, is an entirely personal perspective which will never approximate the actual experience. If you’re a computing humanist, make plans and go there. It’s worth the trip.
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> read book

A friend wrote some weeks ago: “i like… the way your words get all twisty when you’re sleepy.” Well, that’s lucky for me, because sleepy seems the only state in which I write these posts lately.

Today, I completely surprised myself by getting through upwards of 45 pages of Espen Aarseth’s Cybertext, which I’m re-reading for work. It’s not that I don’t like it; it’s thoroughly enjoyable. It’s that I am a very slow reader. As recently as yesterday or today, there was a discussion of common reading speeds over at ifMUD, in which people were saying that one minute per page is decently common. On a good day, I can get through at about 3-4 minutes per page; usually, it takes much more time.

I used to swallow books whole, when I was a kid. Lightning-speed reading. Then I learned English, and then Italian, and never worked on reading speed in those languages. Didn’t know how: reading quickly in Russian always came naturally, from a very young age. (Thanks, big brother, for sitting me down and making me learn to read. His patience, in retrospect, is remarkable. Have I mentioned how very cool my brother is?) Nowadays, it’s difficult to get lost in a book – unless, for some unexplained reason, it’s the Harry Potter series or a handful of other authors, including Sturgeon, Gaiman and some Heinlein. I don’t mind it one way or the other, but graduate school reading load being what it is, time management has been a challenge.

On the other hand, when I know that any given project is more than halfway done, the rest seems to come more easily. Cybertext is way more than halfway done. Woot!

Particularly delightful this evening has been Aarseth’s explanation of the interactive fiction “walkthru” – “a step-by-step recipe that contains the solution, and ‘walks’ the user through a game.” (117) A recipe! That contains the solution, which is another name for potion, which requires a recipe in order to be made! But the recipe contains the solution; the description of the ingredients and their proper mixing procedures contains the ingredients themselves. I love recursive word happiness.

I’d promised myself to not write another entry without wording something new about RolandHT. It’s difficult, though, to get started. Finding a recent Planned Obsolescence post about this tonight is kicking me into writing something. So what if it’s disjointed. I’m just out to voice it, before I forget it. Sometime in the near future this will get reworked and stuck into the thesis somewhere. (Comments from my dear, numerous readers will of course be invaluable in this.)

Roland is a corpus of works, spanning oral and written poetry and prose; drama; painting and drawing; music; electronic hypertext; and god knows what else. He may or may not have been a real person; if he did exist, he lived in the 8th century A.D. and died in 778 in the service of King Charlemagne of France, as the captain of his Breton March. Historical reality is pretty much irrelevant here, though, because in late 11th century the Song of Roland (Chanson de Roland) was written down in France, and from there spread like wildfire. I say written down, because it is obviously an epic poem strongly rooted in the oral storytelling tradition, which had to have been in existence long before the first extant manuscript.

So, from there, everyone and their brother has written about Roland in the West. This has been true for upwards of 900 years, and shows no signs of stopping. Most recently, there have been two Italian prose retellings of Renaissance-era epic poems about Roland; a Warren Zevon song (“Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner”) which recalls strongly the plot of the French epic; an electronic game based on this character; and a four-issue comic book based on the French Song of Roland. He’s so rooted most everywhere in the West, it’s ridiculous.

So, here’s the main, most pressing problem. Here is a corpus of Roland works which has never been studied as a whole. How should it be approached, from a theoretical perspective? I tried applying Propp’s morphology of the folk tale to some Roland stories, but that morphology is meant to be a literary tool, and does not speak to Roland’s other forms. Numerous literary theorists, useful as their work is, are again working with literature. A new typology should be worked out for the study of a character’s permutations along a complex multi-dimensional coordinate scheme defined by temporal, cultural and generic axes.

Aarseth’s right: a typology for the study of cybertext (Roland’s a cybertext; I’ll write about this further another time) must be functional. But how do I come up with such a typology without ever having studied (say) art history formally? There seems to be an overwhelming need for knowing everything about all these constituent art forms. To know everything is impossible, so I’ll find a compromise; but what’s enough?

For that matter, I’ve looked for formal studies of character (fictional or historical or both; the key being, across art forms), and have been unable to find any. If anyone has suggestions for sources, I’d love to hear them.

Tasty sin!

Today I transcribed enough of the Neverending (Because Victorian) Roland Novel to feel satisfied; watched an amazing war movie; bought gorgeous books I cannot afford; talked over the phone with two brilliantly fun friends from back East; and drank a frappuccino, which is sending shivers all through me right now: oh, corporate Americana! In addition, I got out of the house—!

Hm, this’ll probably get long. I’ll break it up into several posts. Since the sort order is by most recent post, this little blurb will reside at the “top” of the few that follow.

Roland Oliver and more about my work.

The Roland novel is Roland Oliver, by JUSTIN McCARTHY, M.P., author of “Dear Lady Disdain,” “A Fair Saxon,” “Maid of Athens,” “Carniola,” etc. Written in… [mumble] I don’t know when, the pages themselves don’t print the year. I’ll have to rummage about in notes and/or library catalogues for it. (It may be in the notebook I lost some months ago — I’m not actually sure which pieces of information were stored in that notebook. Isn’t it great? Research with variables. I may have the information, or I may not. If I ever did write it down, it may or may not still be in my possession.)
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Cranes Flying

The war movie is a 1957 film by… shame on me for having already forgotten his name. It’s called Cranes Flying (? – Letiat Zhuravli in Russian), and is about the second world war. It won all kinds of awards all over the world when it came out, including Cannes, Vienna I think, Canada, USA — was relatively well-known in the West.

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Pole Chudes

Then there are good days. Today, Grandma and I started up a new activity: I read Russian classics to her. This benefits both of us, as I’ve been meaning to read more of these but haven’t had time. On her part, Grandma seems to be happier and doesn’t call us over to her room quite as often as usual. At least, that was the case today; we’ll see how long it lasts. Today’s reading was a short story by Chekhov and some poems by Pasternak at bedtime. Can’t say I’m complaining; besides being generally pleasurable, this also trains me to speak for long periods of time. Since I’m planning to conduct a few sessions of my humanities computing course as more or less lectures, this is great practice.

We had her a foot bath; we ate tasty food; she even let me work for over an hour with surprisingly few interruptions. (Today my imaginary monkey and I learned about lists and arrays in Perl.) Mom was relaxed when she came home from work, we ate more good food and watched Russian TV. Usually I tolerate it and/or try to tune it out (hm, funny; I’ve been reading DeLillo’s White Noise lately). Today, however, I enjoyed watching not only a film based on Pushkin’s The Queen of Spades, but also – to my surprise – a game show.

I don’t know, does Disney’s Pinocchio have the Field of Miracles in it? In the Italian original, as in the Russian version named Burattino [“puppet” in Italian], Pinocchio meets a deceitful Fox and Cat, who tell him about the Field of Miracles, located in the Land of Fools. You bury your money there and pour some water over, and overnight it grows into a biiig tree full of money! Then you’re rich and can buy Geppetto (or Papa Carlo) that new jacket and all.

Well. Pole Chudes is the name of the Russian take on The Wheel of Fortune – with four important exceptions. First, everyone gets a participation prize. Three-times-three people play in each half-hour show, and they all get the same prize, although the prize changes show to show. They’re all practical prizes: microwaves, vacuum cleaners, what-not. Second, this must be a tradition that has evolved over the show’s near-decade-long run so far: the participants bring gifts to the charming host. Gift-giving has taken on a life of its own; sometimes a whole town or village (if it’s small enough) from which the participant hails participates in the gift. For example, some of the gifts brought out today were:

– two live rabbits and some Armenian cognac;

– a drop of crude oil encased in glass, from a town near the Baikal;

– homemade Ukrainian vodka-like drink;

– children’s drawings of Moscow done specifically for the occasion;

– a full assortment of non-perishable products from a dairy factory, including powdered soy milk;

– homemade smetana (thick Russian sour cream, tasty stuff, and homemade it is well loved) – this was specifically for the beautiful helper girls on the show, as they were proclaimed too thin;

– a beautifully-done icon of some saint or other;

– and a bunch of other stuff I can’t remember now.

The host cracks jokes, lewd to a greater or lesser degree, and never lewd with children. That’s the third thing: many people, participants and audience members alike, bring along children, who announce commercial breaks. The fourth and final difference is that this isn’t really about money so much as it is about prizes and banter. The puzzles are all single words, never phrases; and the clues given to them are not, say, “thing” or “sport” but rather interesting trivia questions. For each show, there is a theme to the questions; today’s was symbology. (Is this the right word?) For example: what did the walnut mean in ancient Greece? What was the meaning of this other particular nut (I think it was hazelnut) for the ancient Germanic peoples? What does the almond tree symbolize most often all over the world? Finding out the answers is left as an exercise for the curious reader.

All of these particulars make the show homey, interesting. Nobody seems to care how much money they’ve won, it’s not about that. Fun stuff.

I’ve got to write about work sometime!

In the midst of eventful family life, I’ve been transcribing (“We in humanities computing call it digitizing, honey”) Roland works, so that I can work on the corpus come fall. Enfance de Roland / Jung Roland is a nineteenth-century French opera, written both in French and in German, which tells of his youth (if you haven’t figured it out from the title). What a young gentleman, I’ll tell you. Loves his mother more than life itself, cares only about returning her to honor after she’s been exiled by her brother King Charlemagne. Roland isn’t Charlemagne’s child of incest in this one, his daddy’s Milon, but he isn’t around. Roland undertakes battle with a giant so that he might help a friend procure a magic sword and win the hand of Charlemagne’s daughter – you follow me so far?

Here’s the kicker. The friend, the sworn blood-brother? He’s Pagan. Sigmar is a godless heathen! Granted, he converts to Christianity at the end, but that’s not the point. Roland the Christian hero, right hand to Roman Emperor Charlemagne, Roland who in the Song of Roland proclaims that “Christians are right and Pagans are wrong,” and who smites the Saracen enemies without mercy, in his childhood is made out to befriend a Pagan. I love this.

The other work-related thing is perl. Perl is great!, which should indicate to you that I’m still at the very beginning and haven’t run into real problems yet. But, really: I am bad at logic and associations, and perl is making sense. Of course, the Llama Book (Learning Perl, O’Reilly series) deserves a lot of credit for that. Best-written manual I’ve purchased in years.

Speaking of purchasing manuals, Hahn & Harley’s The Unix Companion is on its way to me. Used, but cheap, and otherwise out of print. Seems to be pretty easy to get used, though, and it comes highly recommended. For a tome of several hundred pages, it is remarkably clear and easy to use. Erm, if you are like me and actually need a unix reference book.

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