Wednesday, May 29, 2019

PETERLOO

"It is our Christian duty to bring the axe down on this riotous mob!"--Peterloo

Yesterday I finished the Istanbul book.  Now I've started reading Kenneth Morgan's Australia:  A Very Short Introduction for my History Meetup in July.  I also finished the graphic biography of Rose Wilder Lane and I'm ready to start the one about Margaret Sanger.

Tonight I saw Mike Leigh's historical drama Peterloo with Debi and Malcolm from the History Meetup.  It was remarkably good, with believable detail.  Its running time is two and a half hours, but it didn't feel long.

I've been reading through my Classics Illustrated comics collection slowly but steadily.  Stuff like The Covered Wagon and Davey Crockett and Rob Roy and the pirate novel The Dark Frigate.  Now I've started reading my Classics Illustrated Junior fairy tale comics, starting with their last publication, "The Princess who Saw Everything." (How Orwellian...) I wish I had "How Fire Came to the Indians"!

I'm now past Level 2000 in Candy Crush Saga!  And I'm over the hump in the city-planning game Elvenar.

Monday, May 20, 2019

NAUSICAA the anime

"Life is shortbreak the rulesforgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything that made you smile. Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines"--Mark Twain

Lately the weather has been warm enough for me to open my windows! (The cherry tree in our front yard is in bloom.) And I wore my spring jacket yesterday.

Friday was so nice that Father went to the pharmacy by himself.  But on the way back he fell and bumped his head and had to get stitches in the hospital.  It was hours before we found out what had happened to him, which was scary. (He could only remember our old phone number--next time he'll have the new number on paper!) But he was home that evening.

At Saturday's Crowdreads Meetup I read my translation of the Korean fairy tale "O^nuli," and they liked it.  John had Mark Twain quotes.

I'm still translating the book about Korean engineer Jang Yongshil.  He visited China to learn their astronomical methods and became obsessed with Chinese water clocks, whose accuracy made sophisticated astronomical calculation possible.

Tonight I went to the Yonge & Dundas and saw Hayao Miyazaki's
anime feature of Nausicaa of Wind Valley again.  Of course it's a simpler version of the very complex manga, which I still haven't finished reading.

I was a few days late renewing my Cipralex prescription, and my dreams got vivid again.  One of them was my old repeating dream of being back in high school! (urrgh...)

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

New comics

"I'm interested in truth, I like science.  But truth's a menace, science is a public danger.  As dangerous as it's been benificent.  It has given us the stablest equilibrium in history.  China's was hopelessly insecure by comparison;  even the primitive matriarchies weren't steadier than we are.  Thanks, I repeat, to science.  But we can't allow science to undo its own good work.  That's why we so carefully limit the scope of its researches..."--Brave New World

Saturday afternoon I went to the Crowdreads Meetup at the Reference Library, except it turned out they didn't have it that week.  Just as well since the place was crammed for a comics festival.

That reminded me to visit the comics store The Beguiling. My father wrote me a $100 cheque for my birthday three months ago, I got around to depositing it last month, and I got around to spending it that day.

I bought four books.  One was a reprint of the excellent Frank Godwin's Connie, a rare 1930s adventure strip whose central protagonist was a woman! (This reprint has the story of her spy adventure in China.) I also got Shigeru Mizuki's Onward Toward Our Noble Deaths, a manga about his experiences fighting in World War II.  His four-part manga about Japan during Hirohito's reign is superb!

And I got two graphic novels by the unique Peter Bagge. One, which I've started reading, is Credo, about the life of Rose Wilder Lane, who helped her mother Laura Ingalls Wilder write the first two of her Little House books, then became a libertarian kook.  The other is Woman Rebel, about the life of Margaret Sanger, the birth control pioneer who founded Planned Parenthood and ultimately changed the world.

Today I finished breaking the sod to extend the garden, sooner than I feared.  The next challenge is to put as much of the topsoil as possible within the frames of the two beds and level it out.  We may be late with the planting, but this will help us be early next year.

Tonight I watched the DVD of Alfred the Great with the History Meetup. (Like Juarez, I bought it online.) Rather heavy-handed in a '60s way, best for the battle scenes at the beginning and end.

That Istanbul book is excellent!  Thomas F. Madden knows how to write history.

Saturday, May 11, 2019

Gardening

"It was a masterly piece of work.  But once you began admitting explanations in terms of purpose--well, you didn't know what the result might be.  It was the sort of idea that might easily decondition the more unsettled minds among the higher castes--make them lose their faith in happiness as the Sovereign Good and take to believing, instead, that the goal was somewhere beyond, somewhere outside the present human sphere; that the purpose of life was not the maintenance of well-being, but some intensification and refining of consciousness, some enlargement of knowledge.  Which was, the Controller reflected, quite possibly true.  But not, in the present circumstance, admissible"--Brave New World

My memoir group had to move to Palmerston library because Lilian Smith is undergoing renovation.  The only disadvantage of the new place is that we can sometimes hear the rumble of subway trains below!

I finally got started digging our garden.  John wants to expand it considerably.  I've made a start on digging up the sod for the expansion and he's willing to finish it, but he's already so busy renovating our house that I don't want to add to his workload!  Unfortunately, it's the sort of thing I do slowly.

The group reading Dracula just went through the part set in Yorkshire, with one character being an old salt speaking in a North British dialect.  At the end of last week I was reading some of that character's lines, and the others thought I did it so well that this week they had me start so I could do more of him!

Just finished Brave New World. (Bernard Marx reminded me of Peewee Herman!) Now I can focus on the Istanbul book.

I finished translating that Korean folktale "O^nuli." It's based on the folklore of Jeju island off the Korean mainland.  Here's the whole story! (Too bad I can't figure out how to attach my scan of the beautiful book cover!)

Once upon a time, somewhere far away, there was a tiny girl who lived in the magical forest of Ganglimdul.  This child lived alone, with no parents or brothers or sisters.  She didn’t have a first name or a last name, and she didn’t even know how old she was!

When she was hungry  the birds would share their food, and when the day was cold the beasts would cover her with their warm breaths.  Those who passed by the girl called her “O^nuli” because they’d met her “today” (o^nul).  Every day O^nuli would play with the birds and the beasts.  She’d dance with the cranes, sing with the hornbills, and run with the roe deer.

One day Grandmother Ba^kju^ was passing east of Ganglimdul. “Hello, O^nuli.  Your mother and father are living in Bu^mo^gu^ng (Parental Palace) at the town of Wonchon’gang (Wellspring River).  If you seek out the Pavilion of Virtue on Pine Tree Hill, in the White Sands north of Ganglimdul, there will be someone who can show you the way there.”

When O^nuli heard this, she decided to go find her mother and father.  So right away she said goodbye to the birds and beasts and departed from Ganglimdul.

After leaving Ganglimdul, O^nuli walked further and further northward.  She passed through the wide, wide Plain of the White Sands, and after walking days and days, she saw the Pavilion of Virtue on Pine Tree Hill.  She called out to a solitary young man reading scrolls in the Pavilion.

“Master, Master reading scrolls!  How can I get to Bu^mo^gu^ng at Wonchon’gang?”

“If you go east through the Packed Sands to a pond as clear as a mirror, there will be a lotus flower to show you the way there.”

“Thank you very much!”

“You know, there’s a favour you can do for me in return.  I’m Jangsang (priest), and when you get to Wonchon’gang you can ask how long I must stay here reading these.”

“I’ll do that for you!”

O^nuli left Jangsang’s hill and went further and further east.  After days and days, she found herself in another wide, wide stretch of sands.  Just as she’d expected, she found a pond as clear as a mirror.  She addressed the lotus blooming on the pond’s surface. 


“Mr. Lotus, great Mr. Lotus!  How can I get to the Bu^mo^gu^ng at Wonchon’gang?”

“You can go north from here through the Black Sands to the Bottomless Blue Sea, where a sea serpent will tell you the way.”

“Thank you very much!”

“And there’s one favour you can do for me.  When you reach Wonchon’gang, you can ask why flowers only bloom on my middle stem and not elsewhere.”

“That I will do.

O^nuli left the Lotus and continued northward.  After days and days in the broad Black Sands, she reached the Bottomless Blue Sea.  She walked about the shore, and spoke to the Sea Serpent.

“Mr. Serpent, long Mr.  Serpent, how can I get to Bu^mo^gu^ng at Wonchon’gang?”


“If you take the boat moored over there across this sea and seek out the Pavilion on Peach Tree Hill, you’ll find someone who’ll tell you the way.”

“Thank you very much!”

“And there’s one more thing you can do for me.  When you get to Wonchon’gang, you can ask why I’ve been unable to become a dragon for  the last three thousand years, I who have three precious beads!”

“Will do!”

O^nuli left the Serpent, unmoored the boat and rowed it across the waters.  

After rowing for days and days through the wide, wide sea, she reached the opposite shore.  Just as she expected, there was a  pavilion on a hill of peach trees.

She spoke to a young woman reading scrolls in the Pavilion.

“Miss, Miss reading scrolls!  How can I get to Bu^mo^gu^ng at Wonchongang?”

“See the Rocky Mountain over there in the clouds?  Cross over it to the Lofty Spring and you will find a magical fairy who will tell you the way.”

“Thank you very much!”

“And there’s something you can do for me in return.  I’m Miss Na^il (tomorrow), and when you reach Wonchon’gang, please ask how much longer I must keep reading these scrolls!”

“Will do!”

O^nuli left Miss Na^il and climbed toward the Rocky Mountain in the clouds.  After days and days crossing the high, high hill, just as she expected, she found the Lofty Spring.  She spoke to a fairy who had come to the spring to gather water.

“Madame, Madame gathering water!  How can I get to Bu^mo^gu^ng at Wonchon’gang?”

“Wonchon’gang is on the way to my home at O^khwanggu^ng (the Jade  Palace).”

“Thank you very much!”

“There’s something you can do for me.  I want to return to the Jade Palace to fill the basin there, but my ewer keeps leaking out.  Please fix its hole!”

“Will do!”

O^nuli covered the hole with grass, added sticky resin and dried the patch in the sun.  Now the basin would fill up quickly because the ewer stopped leaking.  The Fairy was pleased, and went back to fill the basin.  O^nuli followed her.

They walked for days and days, over mountains and across rivers, until a big town appeared, with houses and temples covering the hills and a castle piercing the sky.

“This is Wonchon’gang.  Bu^mo^gu^ng is here.”

“Thanks for your help, Madame.  Goodbye.”

O^nuli left the Fairy and went to speak to the sentry guarding the Castle gate.

“Sir Sentry, Sir Sentry guarding the gate!  Please tell my honoured mother and father that Onuli is here.”
The man went in and soon after came back out and escorted O^nuli into Bu^mo^gu^ng to see the King and Queen.

“Are you the real O^nuli who comes from Ganglimdul?”

“Yes.  That’s right.”

“How did you live in Ganglimdul?”

“When I was hungry the birds shared their food, and when it was cold the beasts snuggled with me.
“If that’s true, you must be our daughter!”

O^nuli spent twenty days with her mother and father.  Wonchon’gang had spring, summer, fall and winter together.  Straight ahead there were lush summer trees, on the left were spring flowers, on the right were fallen leaves, and behind there was snow everywhere.  

The twenty days passed like a dream, but now it was time for O^nuli to leave again.

“Mother and Father, I wish I could stay with you for a hundred years or a thousand years, but I must ask your consent to leave again.”

“Very well, go ahead.  Master Jangsang and Miss Na^il will stop reading soon, and enjoy blessings for a long time.  The Lotus  now produces blossoms on its main stem, and it will blossom on its other branches too after it provides someone with a fresh blossom from its center.  

The Sea Serpent has been unable to become a dragon, because of his greed for the three precious beads.  Now if he gets rid of two of them and keeps only one, it will be easy to make the change then.  And whoever collects the beads and the blossom will become a fairy at the Jade Palace.”

O^nuli said goodbye to her mother and father and left Wanchon’gang.  On the way back she saw Miss Na^il reading scrolls on Peach Tree Hill.

“Miss Na^il, I was told that if you stop reading the scrolls and come and marry Master Jangsang, you will be blessed for a long, long time!”

“Really?  But I don’t know who Master Jangsang is, or where he lives.”

“I know it, so you can follow me.”

O^nuli continued onward with Miss Na^il.

And soon she saw the Sea Serpent again.

“Mr. Serpent, I was told that if you get rid of two of your three precious beads, it will become easy to transform into a dragon!”

The Serpent gave O^nuli two beads, then changed into a dragon and soared into the heavens.


O^nuli picked up the beads and continued on her way.

And soon she saw the Lotus Flower again.
“Mr. Lotus, I was told that if you provide someone with a fresh flower from your main stem, your other stems will also produce flowers!”

“Then I will give you this flower.”

The Lotus produced a flower on its middle stem for O^nuli, and soon fine flowers came out on all its stems.

O^nuli picked up the flower and continued on her way.

And soon she saw Master Jangshang again.

“Master Jangsang, I was told that if you stop reading your scrolls and marry Miss Na^il, you will be blessed for a long, long time!”

“Really?  But I don’t know who Miss Na^il is, or where she lives.”

“Don’t worry.  Because she’s right here!”

Master Jangsang and Miss Na^il soon married and the two of them became one.

O^nuli returned to Ganglimdul and rejoined the cranes and hornbills and roe deer.

Singing and dancing and running with her friends, she had a long, happy life.

Then later, she was raised to the Jade Palace in the heavens and became a fairy.

Monday, May 06, 2019

Concert

"All alone, outside the pueblo, on the bare prism of the mesa.  The rock was like bleached bones in the moonlight. Down in the valley, the coyotes were howling at the moon.  The bruises hrt him, the cuts were still bleeding; but it was not for pain that he sobbed; it was because he was all alone, because he had been driven out, alone, into this skeleton world of rocks and moonlight.  At the edge of the precipice he sat down.  The moon was behind him; he looked down into the black shadow of the mesa, into the black shadow of death.  He had only to take one step, one little jump....  He held out his right hand in the moonlight.  From the cut on his wrist the blood was still oozing.  Every few seconds a drop fell, dark, almost colourless in the dead light.  Drop, drop, drop.  Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow....  He had discovered Time and Death and God"--Brave New World

On Wednesday night the History Meetup met to discuss the Vikings.  Unfortunately we didn't have our usual room and had to go to a less sound-proof one, and that night they were having a book release at Dora Keough and the noise from that made it hard for us to talk. (They had the nerve to shush us!)

A few days ago I went to  bought a copy of Thomas F. Madden's Istanbul:  City of Majesty at the Crossroads of the World.  I'm reading it for next month's History Meetup on the Turkish Empire, but the library didn't have any copies at nearby branches.  The preface was so vivid that I read it out loud at Saturday's Crowdreads Meetup! (John read some Coco Chanel quotes.)

This afternoon my singing group had a concert for the old folk at Havcare Residential! (There was one resident there who reminded me of Burl Ives.) It's our last singing before the summer break, unless we perform at that street festival in June...

I wore my black suit with the bowtie, while everyone else was casual. (Oh well, I don't get many opportunities to dress up...) I had to remove some makeup that got on the bowtie, then figure out how to put it on, so I was afraid that I'd be late, but I was on time.

One of the songs we sang was "Dream a Little Dream." I remember when I was taking the ballroom dancing lessons at the Arthur Murray studio years ago, and that was one of the songs they'd play with foxtrot.  As a result, when I sing that song I'm always reminded of the foxtrot steps! We also sang a Beatles medley that included "Follow the Sun," which I'd never heard.