Recipe!

Pan-Mediterranean Chickpea Stew, or, Why Improvisational Cooking Is the Best

Drain: one 19-oz. can of chickpeas. Open: one carton Pomì chopped tomatoes. Chop finely: a couple of cloves of garlic (to taste).

On one burner, start some rice cooking. On another burner, heat a splosh of olive oil in a pot. Add chopped garlic and stir around for a few seconds.

Add the drained chickpeas and stir everything vigorously. Throw in:

  • cumin, 1/2 to 1 teaspoon (or to taste)
  • coriander (to taste)
  • black pepper (to taste)
  • hot red pepper flakes (to taste)

Add enough of the tomatoes to generously coat the chickpeas but not enough to drown them utterly. Pour in: a splosh of lemon juice (to taste). Stir. If you are feeling expansive, add: a few saffron threads, crumbled between your thumb and forefinger.

Turn the heat down and give the chickpeas a chance to simmer. Meanwhile, chop into quarters: a quantity of pitted green olives (to taste). Throw them into the pot with everything else.

Stare into the refrigerator until a sudden inspiration hits you. Rinse: several small sprigs of fresh mint leaves. Tear the leaves up and add them to the stew last.

Add salt if you deem it necessary. Serve the stew over rice with a salad and a glass of Chianti while reflecting that the mint leaves were one of the best ideas you’ve had all week.

Merry pranksters

In one of the stairways leading up to the William Rainey Harper Library at the University of Chicago, there is a niche that holds an immense bronze bust of Walt Whitman, some three or four feet high. When I was an undergraduate there, I used to go past the bust almost daily. I found it vaguely creepy on account of its sheer size, but kind of amusing nonetheless: turn the corner and oh, hi, Walt!

Once, as we were heading up the stairs, a friend of mine pointed to the bust and said "Doesn’t Whitman look kind of like Santa Claus to you? I’ve always thought it would be funny to make a giant Santa hat, sneak in at night, and leave the hat on his head."

"Whoa!" I said (or words to that effect). "We have to do that! That would be hilarious!" But somehow our Santa-hat prank never quite happened. Maybe we lacked the initiative. Maybe we got distracted by finals. At any rate, we never got around to outfitting Whitman.

Virginia, like Chicago, isn’t really a school with a reputation for wacky prankstership. So, on Monday, I did a double-take as I walked past the Aviator statue (which commemorates a UVa student who was shot down while piloting a plane in World War I; the sculptor depicted him as Icarus poised to take off) and saw that the Aviator was now wearing…

…a pair of bright yellow Joe Boxer boxer shorts, emblazoned with a smiley face.

The boxers, which proved to have been cut at the seams and then re-sewn in situ, were gone by this morning. But I am grateful to the pranksters because, thanks to them, I got to vicariously experience the youthful clothing-on-statue prank that never happened. I hope someone took a picture for posterity.

On birds, DVDs, classification, and prior knowledge

(Here follows some noodling that I might turn into something longer and more polished. It’s also tangentially related to my “Why research is hard” series of posts.)

Recently the Internet Scout Report featured Cornell University’s online guide to birds. Curious about an unfamiliar bird I’d spotted, I figured I’d try a sample search. I was hoping to be able to browse by characteristics like color and size; but Cornell’s site arranges its birds alphabetically and by taxonomic order. I quickly realized that the guide is aimed at people who know more about birds than I do. And while it was interesting to browse the entries — among other things, I confirmed that the woodpeckers I’ve seen around my neighborhood were the red-bellied and pileated varieties — my mystery bird remained unidentified, because I lack the prior knowledge to guess what kind of bird it was.

I’m interested in this question of the prior knowledge one needs to navigate any kind of information-organization system. It pops up in all kinds of places — most obviously, for library and info-sciences people, in the design of things like OPACs and subject classifications, but in more mundane contexts as well. Consider what happens when you go into the video store. If you already know that you want to rent, say, Moulin Rouge, you have to know two things: its genre (musical) and its title. If you want a foreign film, you also need to know the country of origin. Or you might just think, vaguely, “hmm, I’m in the mood for a martial arts movie,” and head for the appropriate section.

But if you go to my local video store, you need an extra level of prior knowledge, because a lot of the movies there
are organized by the director’s last name instead of the title.* This is great if you go in thinking “Robert Altman! Definitely in an Altman frame of mind!”, but less easy if you want Gosford Park and can’t remember that Altman directed it. You also have to know whether the movie you’re looking for is independent or not, because independent
movies have their own room.** There are lots of video guides sitting around all over the store, which people can and do use to look up directors’ names.

The great thing about Sneak Reviews is that it restructures the browsing experience so it’s less about genre (though there are a number of genre sections, including “based on Shakespeare” and “classic monster movies,” the latter subcategorized by monster) than about exposure to the whole range of a director’s work, or to “independent movies” as a larger category. Which means that a customer can stumble upon something he or she might not have stumbled upon at Blockbuster. But it also means that the casual browser might come away thinking “I’m not a film major. I don’t know enough to find a movie here.” In fact, the first time I went to Sneak Reviews, I had a moment of great sympathy for every undergraduate I’ve ever encountered who couldn’t figure out LC subject headings or didn’t know the author’s-last-name-first convention.

On the one hand, it’s an obvious hindrance when someone finds a classification scheme useless because the prior-knowledge bar is set too high. On the other, it’s hard to predict exactly what a potential audience of users will already know. (I’m now having flashbacks to teaching writing classes: both what I used to say to them about Knowing Thy Audience and how I used to worry about connecting with what they did and didn’t know.) And there’s also something to be said for the opportunities for serendipity that an unusual classification scheme offers — I’m thinking here of Rochelle Mazar’s post on “Subjective Organization and Serendipity,” for instance. I think the Prior Knowledge Dilemma will always be with us, but it can at least be a guiding factor in how we arrange our information: who is this resource for, and what happens if people with different areas of knowledge try to use it?

* Which suggests that whoever came up with Sneak Reviews’ organizational system subscribes to the auteur theory.

** My favorite thing about Sneak Reviews is the “Bad” section, which has four shelves labeled “Bad,” “Really Bad,” “So Bad It’s Good,” and “You Won’t Believe How Bad.” Oddly, Plan 9 from Outer Space, which a lot of critics consider
the worst movie ever made, is in the Independent section with the rest of Ed Wood’s oeuvre.

Personal anthology: Russell Edson

My springtime cold lingered for a week, and I’m still clearing my throat at intervals. So I’ve been cheering myself up by reading some of Russell Edson‘s prose poems. Here are two:

The Fall

There was a man who found two leaves and came indoors holding them out saying to his parents that he was a tree.

To which they said then go into the yard and do not grow in the living room as your roots may ruin the carpet.

He said I was fooling I am not a tree and he dropped his leaves.

But his parents said look it is fall.

And also:

The Lighted Window

A lighted window floats through the night like a piece of paper in the wind.

I want to see into it. I want to climb through into its lighted room.

As I reach for it it slips through the trees. As I chase it it rolls and tumbles into the air and skitters on through the night…

(More Edson in this thread at wolfangel’s.)

Sea-creature knitting

I have a really nasty cold and have spent the better part of today at home alternately napping and drinking large amounts of tea with honey, lemon, and grated ginger in it. Browsing the archives at Cute Overload is about as much intellectual activity as I’m up to at the moment, but it has cheered me up no end. In particular, I want to know how one can volunteer to knit sweaters for penguins.

And while we’re on the subject of knitting: Knitted prehistoric nautiloids! I think I’m going to make the one with the spirally shell.

More substantive posts when my head’s not clogged with phlegm. At least House is on tonight. [cough, hack, wheeze]

Syllables like shell-spirals

Look, it’s a brand-new poetic form! The Fib is the invention of Gregory K. of GottaBook, and it’s kind of like a haiku, except that it’s got more than three lines, and the number of syllables to a line is based on the Fibonacci sequence: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, and so on. (As a word-geek with latent math-geek tendencies, I have to say: That is just so cool.) I think Edith Sitwell would’ve liked it — the opening lines of "When Sir Beelzebub called for his syllabub" were what I thought of when I read the description. (Via the New York Times.)

Anyone for Bizet?

Hey, local folks — anyone thinking of seeing this? Student production of Carmen, free, outdoors, this weekend and next. Hearing it in English is going to be a little weird, but  I’m still planning on going to see it this Saturday night if it doesn’t rain.

(Update several days later: Well, that was a nice evening, oddity of hearing it in English or no. I ended up taking off at intermission thanks to allergies acting up, so I missed the second half. But the singer who sang Carmen was quite good; I hope she keeps it up after she graduates. Plus I’d always thought the courtyard where they staged it would be an interesting place for an outdoor performance of something or other, so it was fun to see it turned into Lillas Pastia’s tavern. Of course, now I can’t get "Les tringles des sistres tintaient" out of my head.)

Content-free post consisting mostly of admiring link

This all-purpose generic blog comment thread (via Crooked Timber) made me snicker, then guffaw. Partly because it reminded me so much of this skit.

Update: They’re having more fun with it over at Making Light. And, since I am a copycat, I will now boil down half the posts on this blog to the following formula:

Poem by semi-obscure poet. Longwinded anecdote. Gratuitous diva worship. Joss Whedon show reference. (Discuss.)

The pre-1800 women writers meme

Bardiac has started a Really dead women writers meme, aiming to put some pre-1800 women writers into an already-circulating list, and I can’t resist. Here’s her description:

I’ll put in five women writers. If you’re interested, pick up the list,
add five more of your favorites, and drop me a line at Bardiacblogger
at yahoo dot com to check your site. With even a few contributors,
we’ll get a great meme with fewer of my idiosyncracies than if I do it
myself. (And yes, it will probably end up Euro-centered, but I’d love
to learn more about non-Euro earlier women writers, too, so add them
in, please!)

Here’s Bardiac’s list:

Behn, Aphra – Oroonoko
Christine de Pisan (aka Pizan) – The Book of the City of Ladies
Julian of Norwich – Revelations of Divine Love
Locke, Anne (aka Ane Lok, etc) – A Meditation of a Penitent Sinner
Marie de France – The Lais of Marie de France

And here are my contributions:

Bradstreet, Anne: collected poems
Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz: Fama y obras póstumas
Kempe, Margery: The Book of Margery Kempe
Lanyer, Aemilia: Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum
Wroth, Lady Mary: Urania

(The ones in bold are the ones I’ve read. Also kind of Eurocentric, but Anne Bradstreet and Sor Juana at least lived across the Atlantic.)

YouTube, home of the opera people

I don’t care how many "skinny guys with moppy hair" sharing "short, loud adolescent messages" there are on YouTube. I won’t hear a word against it if it means getting to see Natalie Dessay singing Monteverdi. (Mille grazie, Sarah! And what a voice!)

And look at Tatiana Troyanos singing Strauss, Marilyn Horne and Joan Sutherland singing Bellini, and Maria Callas singing Puccini and more Bellini. Oh my. Nope, not complaining about the moppy-haired youths at all.