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  • Law or Philosophy?

    As the process of affirming the nomination of a new Supreme Court Justice gears up, the September Atlantic had a couple of interesting commentaries on the performance and role of the court.  If I had doubts or worries about the Court before reading these articles, they have not been assuaged. 

    It seems difficult to believe that the current approval process and political climate would allow for anyone of intelligence coupled with strong convictions to ever make it to the court, unless they followed such a conservative, low key, non-political course that there is nothing anyone can object to in their public record.  But then, is anyone who has followed such a course really the kind of person we want on the Supreme Court?  This is my question.

    But then, according to Stuart Taylor, Jr. in a commentary in the September 2005 Atlantic Monthly,  The Supreme Court seems hardly relevant as it is.    His description of the court as out of touch and operating from an ivory tower seems very close to the truth, and very far from the court we need.  This is not to say the justices aren’t extremely smart and extremely dedicated and well-meaning.  But how can a court determine the fitness of the laws of the country if it has no practical experience in how the law in this country actually works?  Is the court truly an abstract authority? Or does it need to be a working court that is the highest cog in the machine, the oil that keeps the entire system running smoothly and well.  Someone has to decide all the quotidian issues that make the courts and therefore society work and work well.

    Is the court a court or a legislative body?   Is it a platform from which hard-working brown-nosers finally get their day to spout sophomoric philosophies masquerading under the guise of law. 

    In another commentary on the same subject, Without Precedent  Benjamin Wittes:      
        "The justices don’t have to observe precedent so they fudge doctrine.  They don’t have to  describe facts accurately, so they take liberties.  They don’t have to restrain themselves, so they don’t.  And they don’t have to write opinions rigorously enough to give precise guidance to the lower courts, which do not have the luxury of winging it".

    Perhaps the issue shouldn’t be term limits on legislators but term limits on Justices.

  • But don’t we all do this?

    "I think perhaps it is a mistake of the ruling to think that you can change the ruled."

                   Daniel Mason,The Piano Tuner pp223

  • Oops!

    I noticed that the photo in my last post had disappeared; I don’t know where it went, the link was there, but sometime between when I first posted it (I checked it was there then) and now, I must have done something to change its character.  It must be that old Mardel magic.

    Well I am finally working on the yellow pants again.  When I picked them up I had to take a few minutes just to puzzle through what had been done, where I was in the process, and what was next.  As you will recall, they had been thrown in the wash, unfinished and unpressed following zipper insertion when I discovered that there had been a close encounter of the poison ivy kind.

    The pressing has been accomplished.  I need to to try them on, decide on whether there will be darts and a partial drawstring, or if the entire waistband will be gathered up. It is a simple project but I have been having trouble getting around to it.

    Between work, yard, and my new workout schedule I don’t seem to have time. The weight work and stretching is helping, I haven’t gotten far in terms of what I can do and have discovered that I have lost a lot of strength on one side, but I am standing a little straigher and having less trouble getting out of the car, so I can definitely see improvement. 

    On top of everything else, I seem to need more sleep again after a long period of doing fine with less. I miss the extra time.  On the other hand, when I try to force myself to my shorter sleep cycle, I fall asleep in the afternoon, even at my desk or my knitting or sewing, and then go through a prolonged groggy period that is worse than just sleeping longer to begin with.  Now this could just be a reaction to the new workout routine and other things and I will get back into my normal schedule soon enough.  Certainly when I was younger I needed more sleep so who knows.

  • Dog Days

    Hot summer laziness has really set in around here.  We pretend to be doing useful things, especially in the yard, but we take ample time for breaks to cool off indoors, drink a little water, or just float in the pool watching the clouds go by.  It is hard to get ambitious about anything much. 

    I have been reflecting, as I laze about, on how easy it is too fall into routines, to take things for granted, and to just do things without really thinking about what you do.  I have been knitting a little here and there, without really thinking about it much, both of my current projects are very simple and it is much to hot to weave in wool yarns on Wine&Roses now.  Even doing easy projects mistakes are made. 

    As noted last time, I had to drop down a couple of stitches on the Phildar shell to correct the error when I made the two new stitches to form the center stockinette panel.  Now, I "know" how to do a lot of different techniques for increasing and decreasing, making stitches, casting on, binding off, etc., but I have frankly never really thought about how I make stitches, especially making more than one at a time.  Thanks May, for reminding me that thinking about things while we do them is such a useful habit.   Although I have used many different techniques for different aspects of knitting, more often than not however, i just pick up a couple of knitting needles, grab the yarn of choice, and start without really thinking about what I am doing.  As a result I tend to fall back on the same techniques over and over again.  Most of the time this works.  Sometimes it doesn’t.  I should pay more attention, take more pride in my work.  I used to be more attuned to increasing my skills, intentionally taking on projects that were new or difficult in order to master new techniques.  Mostly now I just knit to have something to do with my hands or calm my nerves.  There must be a happy medium somewhere.

    A little error recovery was also required on the sock project.  I lost my mind about 6 rows back and purled one quarter of a round.  I dropped the stitches down and reknit them today.  This took a little more concentration than my heat addled brain really wanted but I managed to get through it.    I had to take the bifocals off and put the reading glasses on, I couldn’t get my head positioned so I could see those tiny stitches I dropped through  my normal glasses.  Sitting outside with my close-up glasses on was fine for the knitting, but the red and yellow blurs flying around were somewhat disconcerting.  I bird that looks perfectly innocuous when you can see it well enough to identify it looks somehow different when it is an amorphous flash of color buzzing by your head.

    The knitting and I are back inside, recovering from the heat. The knitting projects have  migraines and are resting in the dark:

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  • I dreamt of fabric and patterns

    Summer keeps getting in the way of sewing, now that I am feeling better that is.

    I hoped to get into the sewing room last night, and I did, but not to sew.  Mondays are always such busy days anyway.    We finished dinner about 9 PM, just in time for me to go sit in the family room and knit a little bit on my socks while watching "The Closer".   I was hot and tired from my first full workout with my new trainer and weight/stretching routine.  It was a welcome relief to just sit in front of the television and not think for a little while.

    Unfortunately, dishes, laundry and other mundane household tasks were still awaiting after my little reprieve and by the time I finished, a few minutes after 11, I was simply too exhausted to begin working on the waistband for my yellow linen pants. 

    I was ambitious enough to think I could finish the filing and clear off the ironing board so I could work on something today, and I did manage to do that, just barely, as I ended up sitting down thinking about fall clothes and flipping through the card file which contains the samples of my fabric stash.

    I saw a couple of suits at Bergdorf Goodman recently, a beautiful Oscar de la Renta tweed with organza ribbon trim, and a lovely Armani in a textured camel colored wool.  Neither suit was in a flattering color, but I have been thinking about them ever since.  One would think, with three shoe boxes filled with fabric swatches, I would have the perfect fabrics in my stash.  Not so!.  I might have a fabric for the Armani in a deep green, a beautiful solid color cashmere and alpaca herringbone weave. At first I was not sure that I wanted to use such a deep color, I had imagined something lighter and more feminine.  After sleeping on it however I think the green would be lovely.

    I dreamt of fabric and suits and jacket shapees all night so I had to get up and play around with how to draft the asymmetrical opening  of the jacket and I spent time this morning playing with drafting  pattern pieces while I sill remembered, and writing up notes so that hopefully, if I ever get to this project, I will remember the details.  I don’t know if what I have will work yet, and quite frankly, I am not going to get much further on working on this right now.  I seem to have frittered away the morning and it has suddenly dawned on me that I have many other things I am supposed to be doing today.  At least I should have enough information saved  so that when I do get to it, I will be able to jump right in.

    Armani

    The pattern pieces are stacked right on top of each other so it is hard to see the details, but I think you can get the general idea of what I have been working on.

    I know, I know, you don’t really believe that I will ever get to this project, and that is a valid concern.  I seem to think, and write, about sewing far more than I actually sew.  But there will come a time when I actually have time and all these bits and pieces will come together.

    I have faith.

  • Summer Knitting and little Music

    What a marvelous life.  A perfect summer day in the garden followed by a perfect summer evening. 

    We had tickets for the Berkshire Choral Festival, in Sheffield, about an hour and a quarter’s drive, preceded by a patron dinner, so we finished our garden work and left a little after 4 PM.  The upper Taconic Parkway is a beautiful drive in all but the most foul of weather and yesterday was no exception.  The crystal blue skies, the clear views of the Catskills in the distance – what a joy.

    I took both of my current knitting projects with me.  On the ride to Sheffield I worked on the socks.  It was admittedly hard to work too intently on my knitting as I was also busy peering out the window and absorbing the scenery.  I see that there are multiple advantages to sock knitting.  Each needle acts something like a row in that you finish knitting the stitches off one needle and feel like you have accomplished something.  Another needle done, you say to yourself, I think I will look out the window.  Yes, yes I know it is a not a row, but I am obviously too easily pleased.  You fold up the needles and put the sock in your lap.  It collapses so neatly into such a pleasant little bundle of straight needles lined up like a little package with sock neatly controlled underneath.  Then, you open it up – three dimensional space – a square, add the fifth needle and get a pentagon, look at the needles angling here and there.  It is all like playing with an erector set again.  The time passes so quickly.  Very little sock seems to get knitted.

    This is actually not true but the rows pass very slowly.  I haven’t counted the actual  row gauge, the standard gauge was about 8.87 stitches/inch. I am not sure I want to know, but I seem to knit round and round before I get anywhere – not quite an inch yet after 13 rows, the pattern suggests 2 inches I think.  I am using the most basic sock from Lucy Neatby’s Cool Socks Warm Feet. I am actually enjoying the process too much to worry about when I will finish, but I am eagerly anticipating the heel.

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    Usually we take a picnic to Sheffield with us, but tonight we were invited to one of the Patron’s dinners which we enjoyed.  It was held in a courtyard framed by two of the school’s buildings.  We were the only “listeners” at our table and that made it a very interesting dinner as far as I was concerned.  It was nice to listen to the choristers talk about their week, what they learned, which conductors they like, when they are coming back next year (there will be a new conductor) and what wonderful choral pieces we have to look forward to hearing.  I loved listening to the talk of the nights works and the week of lessons and practicing. 

    I love choral music even though I can’t sing.  George sings beautifully but can’t read music.  We are a great pair aren’t we?

    The concert was really spectacular.  The audience was a little on the sparse side to my reckoning.  The place was not empty, but it was by no means near to full.  I suspect that next week’s program, Bach’s B Minor Mass, will be packed as it is a wonderful and popular piece.  We decided not to go, we have heard it so many times and there were other interesting programs this year, things we get to hear less frequently.

    Ahhh, but I am neglecting the program, intentionally actually since I am sure that you are more interested in general life and knitting other than the specifics of Dvorak and Stravinsky.  If you want to know more, you can read my notes on the concert here: Download berkshirechoral723.pdf

    On the knitting front I did knit during the second half of the concert and this was not to imply that I enjoyed this part less, If anything I enjoyed the Stravinsky more.  The music was divine and attention grabbing.  The seating was far more mundane and led to massive amounts of fidgeting.  I have never managed to learn to sit still, until I took up knitting that is.   Concert knitting is not usually the most speedy knitting, I keep stopping to absorb particularly beautiful or intense passages, the knitting slows and speeds up with portions of the music.  The concerts become woven into the fabric of the garment and I remember them fondly with each wearing.  Stravinsky socks?? Well, we’ll see.

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    Sock knitting did not seem feasible in the car on the trip home.  It was dark, I was more tired.  I worked on the Phildar shell.  Even that was not completely darkness-appropriate knitting.  I knitted with a flashlight clipped to my seatbelt, aimed down at my lap, to insure that the decreases and increases were lined up correctly in their proper locales.

    Phildar7

    I don’t like the little float across the bottom of the stockinette section in the middle where I picked up two stitches to begin the center panel.  This was obviously caused by my "make1" technique when repeated twice.  I have been thinking that II need to research different ways of doing this, and drop those rows down and reknit those stitches.  Somehow it doesn’t look quite as bad here in the photo as it does when I am staring at it on my needles.  Still, I suspect that it is one of those little details that will bother me no end.  So why have I waited to so long to fix it?

  • Berkshire Choral Festival

    What a marvelous life.  A perfect summer day in the garden followed by a perfect summer evening. 

    We had tickets for the Berkshire Choral Festival, in Sheffield, about an hour and a quarter’s drive, preceded by a patron dinner, so we finished our garden work and left a little after 4 PM.  The upper Taconic Parkway is a beautiful drive in all but the most foul of weather and yesterday was no exception.  The crystal blue skies, the clear views of the Catskills in the distance – what a joy

    Sheffield1

    Usually we take a picnic to Sheffield with us, but tonight we were invited to a Patron’s dinner which we enjoyed.  It was held in a courtyard framed by two of the school’s buildings.  We were the only “listeners” at our table and that made it a very interesting dinner as far as I was concerned.  It was nice to listen to the choristers talk about their week, what they learned, which conductors they like, when they are coming back next year (there will be a new conductor) and what wonderful choral pieces we have to look forward to hearing.  I loved listening to the talk of the nights works and the week of lessons and practicing. 

    I love choral music even though I can’t sing.  George sings beautifully but can’t read music.  We are a great pair aren’t we?

    The concert was really spectacular.  The audience was a little on the sparse side to my reckoning.  The place was not empty, but it was by no means near to full.  I suspect that next week’s program, Bach’s B Minor Mass, will be packed as it is a wonderful and popular piece.  We decided not to go, we have heard it so many times and there were other interesting programs this year, things we get to hear less frequently.

    Ahhh, but I am neglecting the program.

    First we heard the Mass in D Major by Antonin Dvorak.  Unusually, at least for me, this production was of the original scoring of this work.  I have heard the Mass performed before with Orchestral accompaniment, and it is spectacular.  Apparently it was originally scored for a smaller venue with only an organ.  Listening to the performance last night, with organ, the chorus often singing a capella, was a profoundly different experience than I expected from the Dvorak work.   I think of Dvorak’s choral works on a grand romantic scale – this was more definitely contained, almost austere at times.  It seemed to have a simpler, more religious sensibility which was almost haunting at times.  Although most of the movements were fairly simple and straightforward in their treatment, the Credo was unusual.  It began with responsorial singing followed by the soloists, and then the movements opens up and doubles back on itself revisiting earlier themes and combining them with homophonic choral statements that were really quite complex and beautiful.  All of that, combined with the triple meter of the movement seemed to coalesce much of the power and transience of belief – powerfully felt yet hard to pin down, unexplainable.  After this intricately woven (and sung) movement the work continued in a straightforward manor, almost framing the Credo at the center of the work.   The Sanctus lead beautifully into the serenity of the Benedictus.  The Agnus Dei was almost spare in its opening simplicity but dynamically rose to almost ethereal ending. 

    One would think that nothing could top the Dvorak, but I believe the Stravinsky piece, the Symphony of Psalms, which followed after intermission, was my favorite work of the evening.  The Stravinsky certainly sounded like the most “modern” work although it was not, remember it was written over 70 years ago.  I think we need to rethink how we define “modern”.

    The work opens with the closing verse of Psalm 38, “Hear my prayer, O Lord” and it begins with what I can only describe as a typical Stravinskian chord.  I really don’t know how to describe what Stravinsky does with the music but the opening chord is so striking it grabs hold of your attention and holds you in its grip.  I believe the opening movement starts in E minor, but with a very unusual emphasis on G, which gives it an unsettling expression.  This builds and then slows for the entrance of the chorus, singing in a classic pattern of lamentation.  Somehow, through the increasing dynamicsm of the work the movements concludes in G major, settling our nerves from the opening notes in a very powerful way.

    The second movement, based on the opening verses of Psalm 39, is a relief following the intensity of the first movement.  There seem to be several different themes or variation on themes working their way through the movement simultaneously.  The music of the orchestra is quite modern, or modernist, with a little atonality thrown in.  Generally however it flows quite beautifully.  In interesting contrast with the orchestral work, the choral music is much more traditional, as is fitting the human voice, neatly combining with the orchestral themes, complementing them, sometimes contrasting, and sometimes bridging the gaps between the different themes.  Very interesting.

    I thought the Alleluia, from psalm 150, was the most traditional of the movements.  It is elevated and stately in the manner of many religious themed choral works.  It seems like a summary of the church-going religious experience.  Somber gathering together, stately hymns, elevation through music, chariots of fire, and the calm serenity of final peace.

    The final piece was by John Rutter, a British composer, written in 1974, GLORIA.  Judging from the applause, it was the most popular work, and I can see why it was.  It was a grand, romantic, rousing, jubilant work with timpani and organ.  This is not to imply it was simple, it was not, and there seemed to be eclectic references in the work but overall, it did not strike me as having the interesting subtleties of the first two works.  Perhaps I was just tired by that point.

    I love the ride home from a concert, it allows me time to reflect on what I have heard, to dream a little, to absorb all the complex things that I haven’t yet really had time to register during the usual emotional overload of the actual performance.  Sometimes the music on the car radio interferes with my reflective state; often it is necessary to stay awake.  Life is full of such conundrums.

  • ON socks

    I have actually started the socks.  Here is a photo to prove it, although it is already out of date:

    Socks3

    This is actually yesterday’s photo.  The ribbing has reached 1 1/2 inches and I have moved on to basic stockinette stitch. 

    I can see already that sock-knitting contributes to even greater knitting obsession.  Of course one of the advantages of knitting is that one can just pick it up and knit a row here and there whenever one has a few moments or needs to steal a few moments for peace of mind.  Socks, on four needles magnify the opportunities.  No more the "I have to finish a whole row" excuses to not pick up the current project.  Heat a cup of coffee, knit a little, making tea, knit a bit.  Wait for the pasta water to boil, several sections on the DP’ can be knitted up in that time.   Every momentary pause becomes a potential knitting experience.  Oh My!

    Socks are more portable, and are pretty stable on their needle so there seems less chance of lost or dropped stitches.   If I had taken my socks with me in the car yesterday I might have made it to the farmer’s market instead of just the grocery store. 

    But what I am I talking about??

    The cupboards were truly bare.  Swamp thing here (me) did not want to face the public, and had been subjecting the beloved spouse to frozen vegetables and leftovers for far to long.  Since we would be out most of the weekend, I thought a quick trip to the local produce/gourmet market, and the best farmstand in the area were called for  so I could make a mini-grocery run for two nights only.

    Alas!  I turned onto Route 9G and and got half-way to the Route 199 light and stopped dead.  Nothing was moving.  I read the Wall Street Journal.  I read the  Boston Proper catalogue — believe me this did not entertain me nearly as much as the paper.  By the time I finished and wondered what I would do next I was near the light and able to discern that the non-flowing traffic would probably continue all the way across the bridge to Kingston (boo hoo).  Migliorelli’s farm stand was half way between me and the bridge.  At my current rate of progression it would take another hour to hour-and-a-half.  Screw it.  I headed north, doubled back on less populated roads,  and went to the grocery store like most people.  I once would have said that fresh produce was worth every effort — well I disproved that theory.

    We survived dinner anyway.  Now if I had brought my socks along, would I have sat in the car, patiently resting in knitting in heaven, waiting for the car ahead of me to move.  Not bloody likely, but I like to imagine that it might have happened that way. 

    I think I will carry the poor sock around with me more.  It is slow knitting after all, perhaps because I am not particularly adept.  Sock knitting will be great travel knitting,  Socks will not be great concert knitting however.  I need to hold the needles up high and peer intently at what I am doing.  With a standard sweater with a simple pattern I can rest the knittng in my lap and knit away while I listen to the music.  The purists object.  The obviously don’t comprehend that I listen better when knitting, controlled fidgetting after all, rather than when my mind and fingers wander restlesslly hoping for any relief for their general state of aggitation. 

    There must be some kind of knitting zen.

  • One in a Billion

    It is not fit that men should be compared with Gods
                                               
    — Catullus

    Isn’t fitting that no matter how hard we try, we will never compete completely on par with the athletic greats.  Hard work gets you many places but genes will out.