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Poetry Break

Cumberland Clark—the “Bard of Bournemouth”—was, according to Anthony Daniels, the second-worst poet in the English language.* How bad was he? “Wonderfully, gloriously, hilariously awful.”

As evidence, Daniels points us to the beginning of Clark’s “The West Overcliff Drive”:

Do you know the West Overcliff Drive?
If you don’t, there’s no doubt that you ought to.
With interest always alive,
It’s a place everyone should be brought to.

Now, I’ve written some pretty bad poetry (who hasn’t, really?) but I don’t think it’s quite the steaming pile that that is. So let me help you get the terrible taste out of your mouth with a little something from Langston Hughes:

Advice

Folks, I’m telling you,
birthing is hard
and dying is mean—
so get yourself
a little loving
in between.

*The worst? William McGonagall, obviously.

Hurts So Good

“When you drink good seltzer,” says Kenny Gomberg, third-generation owner of the last remaining seltzer factory in New York City, “you should not be able to gulp it down. Good seltzer should hurt.”

I suppose that, since it’s just city tap water and CO2, it’s all that pressure (60 lbs., according to Gomberg, which isn’t possible with the plastic bottles you get at the supermarket) that’s made New York seltzer such an iconic beverage.

Wonder if he ships to Spokane? Guess I need to get to Brooklyn before he fills his last bottle…

You Don’t Say

So there’s this thing called the Dunning-Kruger effect, which describes how people who don’t know much about a given topic are the ones most confident that they do. (Yeah, most of us figured this out on our own back in middle school, but whatever. Social psychologists gotta eat too, you know.)

Where it really gets interesting, though, is in the realm of politics. Here’s Ian Anson, assistant professor at the University of Maryland, Baltimore County:

Many Americans appear to be extremely overconfident in their political knowledgeability, because they have no way of knowing how little they actually know about the world of politics (this is the so-called “double bind of incompetence”). But there’s a catch: when Republicans and Democrats engage in partisan thought processes, this effect becomes even stronger than before.

“I think,” continues Anson, in what ought to be in the running for understatement of the decade, “this has major implications for the breakdowns in political discourse we often observe in contemporary American democracy.”

So, basically, each side thinks the other side is stupid. Sounds about right.

A Very Fine Artist

On a morning walk in the Queen Anne area of Seattle earlier this year, my wife Linda and our daughter Haley discovered a Harold Balazs piece overlooking Puget Sound. A nearby plaque indicated that Harold was one of 11 artists represented in a tribute to a local patron. The serene setting was fitting, given that Harold had passed away three months prior.

I don’t recall the first time I actually met Harold, but I do remember taking a tour of his backyard art studio in the 80s with my father-in-law, a member of the Spokane Woodworker’s Guild at the time. Our paths crossed a few times when I helped organize an annual art event for the Mead Education Foundation, and again when we researched and designed a mid-century architecture exhibit at the MAC. Here he is, in 2011, before one of those interviews:


The Balazs home was full of creativity—including the work of several artist friends—and seeing Harold and Rosemary was always a treat. On my last visit, while sitting at their kitchen table, Harold wrote the following inscription in my copy of his recently published book The Family Album: “Remember only common things happen when common sense prevails.” His wisdom was as wonderful as his art.

Post-Memorial Day Miscellany

The great Andrew Ferguson on today’s “futile and stupid gesture from Starbucks.”

These days, efficiency is king. So what’s with all the pointless jobs? It’s political, argues David Graeber. “A population kept busy with make-work is less likely to revolt.”

Pythagoras—you know, that guy who came up with that theorem—had a cult. And they all thought fava beans contained the souls of the dead.

There’s one word you never want to say to a narcissist. You can probably guess what it is.

For philosophers, the subject of morality can be a bit of a sticky wicket: “Where’s the consistency? Where’s the theoretical framework? Where’s the argument?”

Apparently, Only Art Can Save Us Now

In the May 8 issue of The New York Times Magazine, Lauren Oyler asks an important question: What do we mean when we call art “necessary”? It’s “a discursive crutch,” she writes, “for describing a work’s right-minded views, and praise that is so distinct from aesthetics it can be affixed to just about anything….”

The prospect of “necessary” art allows members of the audience to free themselves from having to make choices while offering the critic a nifty shorthand to convey the significance of her task, which may itself be one day condemned as dispensable. The effect is something like an absurd and endless syllabus, constantly updating to remind you of ways you might flunk as a moral being.

It’s a bracing read, and—dare I say it—a necessary corrective.

Three Reasons to Eat Cake Today

Check this out: Richard Wagner and Arthur Conan Doyle share a birthday today, which, coincidentally, is the same day Sun Ra arrived on Earth from Saturn.

Oh—for you millennials who might be reading this, I should probably explain that Wagner is responsible for the single greatest work of art ever created, while Doyle is the reason Benedict Cumberbatch is a household name. And Sun Ra is, well…Sun Ra.

Happy birthday, gentlemen. The world would be a lot less interesting without you.

Goodbye, Productivity

So. You’re an Egyptian Fatimid in the 11th Century and you need to get a load of spices, gold, slaves, and exotic animals over to a customer in Delhi. How? According to the Incredibly Detailed Map of Medieval Trade Routes created by Redditor martinjanmansson, it looks something like this: Cairo > Qolzum > Quesir > Aydhab > Aden > Salalah > Baruch > Ujjain > Gwalior > Siyadoni > Mathura > Koli > Delhi.

Don’t tell CK, but I think I spent two hours playing with this thing today.

Miscellany for Your Weekend

Did you catch Tim Cook’s commencement speech at Duke? No? Sounds like you didn’t miss much.

Poet Voice: “scourge of the open mic and the Pulitzer podium alike.”

Yes! Classical music has finally been weaponized.

“[O]ccasionally at night, when the full moon is bright, I do what in the physics community is the intellectual equivalent of turning into a werewolf: I question whether quantum mechanics is the complete and ultimate truth about the physical universe.”

On a bicycle trip on Corsica as a young man, J. Robert Oppenheimer read Proust by flashlight.

Words of Wisdom

“When a new thing…is presented us our first criticisms are not our truest, best, most homefelt, or most lasting but what come easiest on the instant.”

That’s from Gerard Manley Hopkins, the…idiosyncratic English poet and Jesuit priest whose letters I’ve been reading of late (after having gone through much of his poetry). Want a taste of his verse? Here’s the last stanza of “Inversnaid”:

What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

Anyway, a couple of days ago—and roughly 140 years after Hopkins wrote the line we started this post with—Rob Long tweeted on learning of the death of Tom Wolfe, “One lesson from Tom Wolfe’s genius: to write a great novel, to capture a time, you must first sit quietly and pay attention to the world. As it is. Stop talking, listen, and take notes.”

I guess the message here is that our first impulse is often wrong; that, a truer, better, lasting response to anything, really, comes only after quiet reflection. That’s harder these days, I suppose. But still worth remembering.

Not to Brag or Anything…

Hey, get a load of this, from our friends over at the Washington State Department of Archaeology & Historic Preservation:

Spokane’s Mid-century Modern Survey, Social Media and Website project is the winner of the 2018 award for Outstanding Achievement in portraying historic preservation work in the Media. The Spokane Historic Preservation Office at the direction of the Spokane Historic Landmarks Commission received a grant in 2015 to complete a comprehensive survey of mid- 20th Century modern architecture in Spokane. The resulting information became accessible and appealing through the creation of a website and Facebook pages. To attract users, there was a new mid-century modern architecture ‘find’ added to the Facebook page each week. The social media campaign was successful and reached over 250,000 people. The Spokane Mid-Century website is informative, visually fresh, beautifully illustrated, and easy to use. 

That’s us! I mean…we had a part in all that. We wrote a news release and everything. Right now, as I post this, they’re handing out the award in Olympia, and Megan Duvall will (hopefully) be wrapping up her acceptance speech. Congratulations to Megan and her team!

Fight! Fight!

Shots fired: The most recent edition of the Publication Manual of the American Psychological Association states that two spaces should follow the punctuation at the end of a sentence.

“Although comprehension was not affected by punctuation spacing,” reads the abstract, “the eye movement record suggested that initial processing of the text was facilitated when periods were followed by two spaces….”

So. Science for the win, right?

Not so fast.

“[A] closer look at the research suggests that the only reasonable interpretation is that double spacing after a period remains bad,” says Angela Chen. “It’s ugly, it doesn’t help when it comes to what matters most (reading comprehension), and the experiment that supports its benefits uses an outdated font style.”

Of course, none of this matters unless you believe—as all civilized people do—that the act of reading is much, much more than just information delivery.

What a Life

From yesterday’s New York Times:

Robert N. Hall’s legacy can be found at almost every checkout counter—that little red blinking laser scanner that reads bar codes on milk cartons, boxes of light bulbs, price tags dangling from a new jacket and just about everything else that can be bought in a store.

A product of his inventive labor can also be found in most kitchens nowadays: the microwave oven.

Yet for all the widespread familiarity of what Dr. Hall wrought as a remarkably ingenious physicist, his death, at 96, on Nov. 7, 2016, gained little notice.

Read the rest.

And…we’re back.

Yeah, I know, it’s been a month since we last posted anything—a new record, if I’m not mistaken. But we’ve been busier than a Nottingham nightclub on ladies night, so you’ll have to forgive us. We’ll be back with our regularly scheduled programming shortly; until then, here’s a lyric from a Jason Isbell song, “Elephant,” that’s been haunting me of late:

I’ve buried her a thousand times, given up my place in line
But I don’t give a damn about that now.
There’s one thing that’s real clear to me: No one dies with dignity
We just try to ignore the elephant somehow.

It reminds me of a line from Somerset Maugham’s The Razor’s Edge: “Nothing is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to delight in it while we still have it.”

Why so glum? I dunno. I’ll do my best to post happy thoughts tomorrow.

Forty-Two Years Later

One of Spokane’s finest architects recently retired, closing his office and walking away from a 42-year career. Quietly. Unnoticed. And without fanfare.

I’ve had the pleasure of knowing Steve Clark for more than twenty years. We first met in 1996 when my wife Linda and I interviewed several local architects to design our new home. Steve was an easy choice, having designed some of the most beautiful homes in the region. He not only held to design principals that we shared, but also embraced our modest budget.

We spent several months working closely with Steve on our project. He listened. He challenged us. It was a great collaboration, and we’ve remained friends ever since. I don’t often use lofty accolades, as I fully understand the weight of them. But in all of my years working in this business, I’ve never met a finer designer. Ever. 

Watching Steve pack up his things as he emptied his office (of course he never threw anything away) is a reminder of how fleeting our careers are. And how important it is to stick to your principles—every single day—so that, when the time comes, you can step away with your professional integrity still intact. Steve did just that. His life’s work and career achievements are both notable and far too many to list here. Thankfully, Linda and I are reminded of his talents every time we pull into our driveway.

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