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Library Dating

In March, 2009, when I was working on an essay on online dating, I encountered the following posting:

"Sex in the library is overblown. Don't you want a little more? Here is what I want:

You e-mail me a call number of any book you like.  We meet there tomorrow night at 8:30 p.m. There, you tell me why you chose it.  We hang out for awhile (maybe get a coffee downstairs). Afterwards, we go back to week ten and looming finals.

I have no expectations for looks, sex appeal or performance, endowment, race, religion, ethnicity.  I just want a good ol' fashioned library date.

The deal is that I can only choose one person, and my choice will be based on the call number you choose.

Up for the challenge?"

I have always regretted that I did not respond.

Variations on Pictures at an Exhibition

Variations on the piano version of Mussorgsky's "Pictures at an Exhibition" :

Vladimir Ashkenazy: lush, informal, delicate, open, frolicsome, edgy, adventurous.

Awadagin Pratt: formal, icy, imperial, geometric, pure, crystalline. Pratt is the emperor of the night, each keystroke the fall of a single meteor, and if they sometimes fall in showers, they lose no precision for having done so.

Sviatoslav Richter: two carnivorous hands devouring notes in ornate swaths of flavor.

On the Good Fight

"I believe a great good can be accomplished by entering fights and espousing principles even though they will at the moment be unsuccessful."

Wayne Morse
U.S. Senator from Oregon, 1945-1969

The Promised Land

Mrs. Jennie F. Lyford

Wayland, Mass.

Dear Madam:

Your letter of recent date in regard to Sec. 29 T. 33 S., R. 39 EWM in Malheur County, Oregon has been received and while this county has an area greater than the combined states of Mass. and Rhode Island I am sufficiently familiar with the entire county to tell you something of your land.

You ask me if I can dispose of your land.  I cannot and do not think I could give it away.  I am not in the real estate business, but have practiced law for about 40 years and while lawyers are often accused of crimes and misdemeanors and practices not consistent with good morals, justly or otherwise, yet I have never known a lawyer who has been guilty of selling such land as yours, even to an enemy; this for two reasons, first the honor that every lawyer possesses would deter him from an act of this kind, and secondly, he could not sell it.

I assume that you got this in a lottery scheme conducted by the old Southern Oregon Military Wagon Road Company, who possessed a military grant of land across the state, some 20 years ago, and, if so, it is one of the penalties of gambling or expecting something for nothing.

If the gambling microbe has entered your system and you must gamble, hunt up a poker game at home and sit in but leave western land games to the people of the west for your money would be more secure and as certain of return if secured by a chattel mortgage on a school of codfish in the Atlantic Ocean.

I would like to tell you that you had a fine property; that your land was valuable; had veins of silver and gold and a fine oil prospect and grand forests of pine and fir, but being a follower of Diogenes I am unable to do so and must tell you the truth.

Your land has no present value.  It lies on the west side of Crooked Creek in the southern part of the County and is without water or any hope of water.  It is very high, rough, rocky and destitute of vegetation of any kind and the whole section would not support more than one jackrabbit and his wife and, if there were any children, they would be compelled to go to Nevada to keep from starving to death.  Your land is about 111 miles from a railroad and not more than 20 from Hades and owing to the roads and nearness to the latter place, few people go to the railroad.

Grant said that you could deal with a surplus easier than with a deficit, but this would not be true as to your land or like land and in the lottery scheme it would be better that you drew five acres than 640.

The old Bay State has some poor land but is has Yankees to go with it, and a Paiute Indian would not camp on this section.  It were better that you had a section of “Blue Sky” for then the Assessor could not reach you and blue sky is not unpleasant to the eye.

I am sorry that I have not the time to say more of your land and land schemes in general, but probably after you have read this, you will not care to go further into the subject.

I can only salute you as being a fellow freeholder of the County of Malheur and express my sorrow that you have so much of it.

Yours truly,

Wm. E. Lees

Attorney at Law

Transcription of an old photocopy from the files of the University of Oregon Bureau of Governmental Research and Service, now closed.  I obtained a copy when I worked there in 1984; the original appeared to be part of the Bureau’s original files from the 1950s, but was an old document and probably came to the Bureau from an earlier source. The lawyer really existed, lived at least in later years in Nampa, Idaho and did practice in Malheur County. Crooked Creek is shown in the right location on an 1881 map of the region.

Education vs. Credentialism

“Let us confess: The real object of education is the diploma. I never hesitate to declare that the diploma is the deadly enemy of culture. As diplomas have become more important in our lives (and their importance has done nothing but grow as a result of economic conditions), the less has education had any real effect.  ... The aim of education being no longer the development of the mind but the acquisition of the diploma, the required minimum becomes the goal of study.”

—Paul Valéry

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On Taste and Creativity

      "This intense concern with individuality, this preoccupation with the notion of the creative derives not only from the Romantic revival—Keats was perhaps the first to formulate the moral predicament of the artist—but also from the industrial revolution: the idea of the creative in the intellectual sphere emerges together with that of “the productive” in the material.   The age of neglected education but of a since unrecapturable individuality and taste—the 18th century, when art and life were fused in a harmonious social ethos, an age when the artist and craftsman were the natural servants of an instinctively cultivated society, gave way to an age when making and living, work and leisure, endured a fatal bifurcation, man and nature were divorced, quality became lost in quantity, stability dissipated in movement; the artist retreated from the increasing ugliness of the machine civilisation into self-conscious isolation; the craftsman, the link between the common man and the imaginative arts, disappeared: organisation replaced organism.

      Romantic egotism,  the  sense of being an autonomous “creator”, linked with the lapse of “form”—that preservative of the spiritual as well as the social hierarchy of the 18^th century—reflects morally the decay of instinctive taste in the general spiritual  disorganisation.  “Taste”,   the   leisurely, modest monosyllable that so accurately epitomises an attitude to life at once patient and sensitively discriminating, a view of art as the “foster-child of silence and slow Time”, gave way in the Romantic upheaval to “creativeness”, to the impatience, the feverish tempo it connotes. “Invention” was transferred from the vocabulary of an urbane literary criticism to the coarser realm of mechanical productiveness—the gracious handmaiden of the Muses became the haggard slave of speed."

D. Lawrence Thomas, André Gide: the Ethic of the Artist (1950)