The Handmaid’s Tale

The book by Margaret Attwood is
one of my favorites. In fact, it’s the first Margaret Attwood I read — the
New York Times ran a review by Mary McCarthy
which as I remember it was a bit snarky, but it convinced me I’d
be interested in the book, so I went to Harvard Square (probably
the late, lamented Wordsworth) and bought it. Then I read and
mostly bought all her other books.

I wasn’t getting to the movies much in 1990 when this one came
out, so it wasn’t until looking at Natasha Richardson‘s filmography after she died that I remembered
that I wanted to see it and put it on my netflix list.

It’s a good movie — visually quite beautiful, with two stellar
performances by Natasha Richardson and Robert Duvall, and good
acting and writing all around.

It’s mostly pretty faithful to the book, with the amount left
out that you have to leave out to keep a movie under two hours,
and things made explicit that are implicit in the book to make
it easier to comprehend in two hours.

The big disappointment, though, was that they changed the
setting. The book is actually one of the great Cambridge novels
— as a long-time Cambridge resident, I can almost tell you
where the Red Center and the Commander’s house are, and the
Savaging takes place in Harvard Yard. I also know exactly what
store is currently on the corner in Harvard Square where the “Prayer
Store” is, which Ofglen can’t remember what used to be there.

My theory while I was watching was that Harvard had decided it
didn’t want to have a state-sponsored lynching filmed on its
precincts. IMDB says that filming in Harvard
Square would be too difficult, and Harvard has a “no filming”
policy in general. This is probably not quite true — weren’t
both Paper Chase and Love story filmed there?

In any case, read the book, if you want both Cambridge local
color and a chilling reminder that it can happen here.
If you want a beautifully filmed experience that
causes you to be able to really feel what it would be like to
plunge a knife into a powerful man’s neck, watch the movie.

If you haven’t read any Margaret Attwood, they’re all pretty
good. I would start with either this one or Cat’s
Eye,
if you can stand remembering elementary school that
well. Her essays and poems are also worth reading.

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Memorizing Poetry

This
essay
by Jim Holt about memorizing poetry in the New York Times Book Review reminded me of the way
I got through all the standardized tests when I was in high school.

The advice about test taking skills said to never go back and
have second thoughts, and I was a fast enough reader that I would
often have as much as 10 minutes after I’d gone through and
recorded my first thoughts. My family was impressed when I
memorized poetry (not to the point of paying for it), and I’d been
at the tail end of when you could impress a teacher by doing it,
so I knew several fairly long poems by heart, so I would use the
ten minutes to recite them.

I knew The Raven and The Bells by
Edgar Allen Poe, and The Man against the Sky by
Edwin Arlington Robinson, and lots of Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson.

I don’t do this often enough these days that I can still keep
the order of all the similar but different stanzas straight, but I
do remember enough to while away a few minutes waiting for a train
or bus.

Jim Holt says he now memorizes a couple of lines of poetry a
day, and has learned lots of good poems since he started doing
this. I briefly considered doing that, but my life still hasn’t
settled down from trying to post to this blog every day (the house
cleaning and the publishing are both suffering), so I won’t take it
up just now.

But if you’re someone who’s worrying about your memory
declining with age, this seems like a better way to exercise it
than some of the games people play for that purpose.

Following up

This is from the spindle; I’m in Fall River celebrating the
ancient Slavic fertility rites.

Dune

I posted a review of the
movie Dune
a couple of weeks ago, and said I wasn’t competent to review the
book
since I hadn’t read it for too many decades.

The tor.com blog has recently
posted a fairly good review
of the book, if you were looking for one of those.

In general, tor.com is a good place to go for literate
discussion of science fiction, although it’s a pity that they
don’t usually put out electronic editions of their books.

Baseball

Last Wednesday, I posted about opening day,
and what a good baseball game it was. Unfortunately, I’ve
watched at least pieces of all the games since, and they
weren’t anything like as good:

  • The Red Sox haven’t won any of them.
  • Their pitching hasn’t been particularly sharp.
  • They’ve been doing their usual amount of hitting, but
    leaving lots of men on base.

It’s early to give up on them, but it would have been nice if they’d
continued how good they were on Tuesday.

Other signs of Spring

In the opening day
post,
I wrote about all the different ways you decide it’s
really Spring. The sartorial one happened for me on Friday: I
cleaned out the pockets of my winter jacket and moved the
essential stuff to a lighter jacket and put the winter one in
the laundry. Of course a major reason the lighter jacket feels
lighter is that I put only a normal amount of change in the
pocket, instead of the amount that had accumulated all winter in
the winter jacket.

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Pauline Bonaparte

I read Pauline
Bonaparte, Venus of Empire
by Flora Fraser last week.

It’s the kind of biography where you’re surprised at how much
material there is, but a little sorry that more of it didn’t get
edited out.

But the picture that emerges of the Bonaparte family life is
really pretty interesting. Especially how much better the
siblings got along after Napoleon was sent to Saint Helena than
when he was Emperor and could give them money and jobs.

I was also interested in the details of living with 19th
century medical care. Of course, Pauline was troubled for most
of her adult life by illnesses that could have been fixed by
antibiotics or a hysterectomy.

On the other hand, she was lucid almost to the minute she died, which I don’t
think very many people accomplish with high tech medicine.
She might have opted for modern painkillers over lucidity if she’d had
the choice, but she presumably did have some choice, and she
went with revising her will in detail:

…in the night of June 8, the doctors reported that the end
was at hand and she should be given the last rites. But
Pauline, ill though she was, said, “I’ll tell you when I am
ready. I still have some hours to live.” Not until eleven the
following morning did she agree to receive the priest who had
been hovering outside. And even at the moment of communion,
when the priest wished to speak a few words, Pauline, on easy
terms with the Church to the last, stopped him, and spoke
herself. It was a discourse, wrote Sylvie d’Hautmesnil, who was
present, most touching in its piety.

From her bed, dressed “as ever” with elegance, Pauline
dictated the terms of her will. It was a lengthy document, for
thre were many family members of whom to make mention.

“I die in the middle of cruel and horrible sufferings,” she
declared, and indeed her bedchamber woman wrote that Pauline had
not been free from pain for over eighty days, her liver, lungs,
and stomach all causing her torment.

Having signed the will, Pauline handed the pen to Sylvie to
place back on her éscritoire, and the notary
exited, leaving the princess to say a punctilious good-bye to
the members of the household. To Sylvie, Pauline gave cool
instructions about the toilette and the parure in which
her embalmed corpse was to be attired. Apparently she called
for a mirror to inspect her appearance. More certainly Pauline
Borghese’s last act before she died was to hand her keys…to
the prince. Her affairs were in order, and she died at one in
the afternoon on June 9, 1825. The cause of her death…was
given as a scierro–or tumor–on the stomach.

It’s also interesting to read about the life of a Princess
whose every whim gets catered to. There’s one story about her
staying at a house on a journey. She had informed them in
advance that she would need a milk bath, and they had laid in a
large supply of milk. But it turned out that she needed a milk
shower after her milk bath, and they didn’t have a shower. So
she ordered them to cut a hole in the ceiling and have the
servants pour the milk over her through the hole. The whole
house smelled of sour milk for weeks afterwards.

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Bok Choy recipe that didn’t work

I posted a week ago about my bok choy
with tofu, tomatoes and coconut milk. I didn’t use the whole head
of Bok Choy in that stew, so I found another recipe for the rest
of it.

Most people who write about their cooking concentrate on the
successful recipes. This can be intimidating for the beginning or
otherwise insecure cook. So I decided to tell you about one of my
failures.

I think the basic recipe (Bok Choy tofu goulash from Mark Bittman’s
How to cook everything Vegetarian
) is ok, but
some of my improvising didn’t work very well:

  • I didn’t have fermented black beans, so I just left them
    out. This made the broth seriously underflavored. I fixed this
    after my next trip to the grocery store, and it went from
    something I wasn’t sure the dog was going to help me with to
    something I mostly finished myself.
  • I overdid the chile flakes, so in addition to being
    underflavored, the broth was unpleasantly hot. This also got
    better after I added the fermented bean sauce. It also got
    better as the soup cooled, which exacerbated some of the other
    problems, which would have been less bad in a really hot liquid.
  • The worst problem was the tofu. I usually buy firm or
    extra-firm tofu and just cut it up into the right sized pieces
    without further processing. But they claim you should drain or
    press or freeze it, so this time I tried freezing. Then if you
    freeze, you’re supposed to take it out two hours before you use
    it so you can slice, dice, or crumble it. My problem might have
    been that I did this and then decided to eat something else that
    night, so I made the goulash the next day. In any case, the
    frozen, thawed for a day, and then crumbled tofu was an
    unappetizing brown color, a rubbery texture, and as described
    above, didn’t have any very interesting flavor to absorb. I did
    give a bit of the last mug of this stuff to the dog, and he lapped up the
    broth and ate all the bok choy and other vegetables, and waited a while before he helped
    out with the tofu.

As I said, it got better with more bean flavor, but this isn’t
a recipe I’m going to repeat, at least without doing something
very different with the tofu.

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Two Weeks of Life

I was up far too late last night finishing this
book.

Eleanor Clift, the author, is a reporter whose husband was
dying at home under hospice care during the same two weeks that
Teri Schiavo’s feeding tube had been disconnected.

I had ordered the book when I read the review
in the New York Times,
because one of the things I wanted to use this daily blog to
write about was my experiences last year with the death of my
friend Bonnie.

I had expected to be more interested in the account of the
husband’s death than in the interviews with all the participants
in the Teri Schiavo frenzy. I was, but the Schiavo stuff was
better than I expected, especially the stuff about the role of
the Catholic Church.

For instance,
a small number of weeks before he died, Pope John Paul II had read
a pronouncement that getting food and water through a tube was not
an “extraordinary means” of prolonging life, which was interpreted by
some people to mean that Catholics were prohibited from ordering
the removal of feeding tubes. However, in his own end of life
care, a feeding tube was inserted and removed twice.

One of the links between the two stories is that Clift feels the
hospice movement didn’t do a good job of getting the message out
about what its aims were, when hospice caregivers were being attacked as
murderers by the Right to Life people.

My own experience with the hospice facility where Bonnie spent
her last month was very different from the one described in this
book, probably mostly because I wasn’t being a caregiver, so I
wasn’t getting all the training and support I would have needed
to do that. My difficulties communicating with Bonnie’s
caregivers are another post, but I was certainly glad to have
the internet to look up vocabulary like “active phase of dying”,
because I wasn’t getting good explanations of it from the
caregivers.

One of the points of this book is one I have been trying to make
since last year: that we spend too little time thinking
and talking about dying, which makes it much more difficult for
us to get through it when we finally have to.

Anyway, if you’re interested in any of these issues, this is a
well-written book. It could have used a bit tighter editing:
there are places where the same anecdote is repeated in
different chapters, But on the whole, it’s really well-written
and if you want to think about how to communicate with the
medical profession and how to make decisions about how to die
and what the religious contribution to the politics of all these
decisions is, you should read this book.

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Dune

I have a dentist appointment this morning, so this is from the
spindle, scheduled yesterday.

I haven’t read the book recently enough to review it, but I saw
the movie from Netflix Saturday night, and enjoyed it more than I
expected.

Of course, I might have gotten madder at it if I was more
current with the book, but the movie seemed to include everything
I remembered vividly from the book. I remember the little sister
as being more important, but that might have been from the
sequels. (I think I read two sequels and then gave up. It’s not
a book that really benefited from sequels.)

The special effects are of course not done the same way they
would be now, and I don’t think there were any computer
programmers credited. But that made the movie look more
artistic. I remember being really excited when there were lots of
computer programmers with credits on the first Lord
of the Rings
movie, but really the computer programming
doesn’t add as much as one would hope to movies, and can get
really boring if it’s the only thing you do, as in the more recent
Star
Wars
movies.

There were some problems with the pacing of the movie — it
started a bit slow. And for all the brand-name actors (Kyle
MacLachlan, José Ferrer, Dean Stockwell, Brad Dourif,
Sting, Kenneth McMillan, Patrick Stewart, Sean Young, and Linda
Hunt), there wasn’t really that much impressive acting. But if
you want the Roman Empire translated into space opera, I don’t
think there’s much better than this out there.

The scene for Sting fans would have been even more artistic if
they’d left it nude, but the studio decided at the last minute
they didn’t want to deal with nude, so he’s wearing a g-string. But
the top half looks good enough you don’t really need the rest.

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Lavinia

I read Lavinia,
by Ursula
LeGuin
while in Fall River
over the weekend. It was about as good as you’d expect if
you’ve read LeGuin’s other “Anthropology Fiction”. The review
which brought the book to my attention said that it
wasn’t as good as The
Left Hand of Darkness
, but the reviewer had looked at it again before
filling out her Hugo Award ballot, and decided it was definitely
one of the best five new books she’d read last year.

My personal favorite of Leguin’s is The
Dispossessed
, but I agree with the assessment.

As always, the writing is superb. The phrase that sticks in my
mind is a reference to an aging woman as being “in the twilight of
the mind”. It probably struck me more because I was with my 86
year old mother, but it really seems like a kinder way to
describe what happens than “senility”. In my mother’s case, her
mind still works as well as ever on what she’s actually
concentrating on at the moment, but she just doesn’t seem to be
able to think of anything besides what she’s concentrating on at
the moment.

As far as her reconstruction of how Vergil might have wanted to
finish the Aeneid, as I remember Aeneas from my Vergil course with
<a href="Professor
Putnam
in 1972, I didn’t see him
as someone who would have agonized over having committed a war
crime. But the scene where Vergil wonders whether his friend
the Emperor Augustus will get the point does ring true.

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Why pianos are out of tune

I recommended How
Equal Temperament Ruined Harmony (and Why You Should Care)

by <a href="Ross
Duffin

last week
without having read it, so this week I decided to read it.

The description of “how” equal temperament took over is a bit
vague, but the “when” is extremely detailed without being dry
and scholarly, largely thanks to the entertaining biographies of
the major players.

Where I would have really liked more detail is in where to go
to listen to non-equal temperaments. He does recommend 6
degrees of tonality
and Beethoven
in the temperaments
by Enid Katahn as CD’s for hearing a
piano tuned in non-equal temperaments. But his
arguments about “why you should care” seem to be the standard
“early music” ones: Beethoven did it on this kind of piano and
so should we. I’d be surprised if they convinced any of the
people who believe that Beethoven really wanted his sonatas
played on a modern Steinway, and was just stuck with those silly
fortepianos that were always breaking strings.

I actually think you can make a case that it isn’t equal
temperament that makes modern pianos out of tune, but rather the
other way around — there’s no possible way to make a modern piano
in tune, so that’s why equal temperament, which is “easier” in
ways that Duffin explains in detail, became accepted.

Piano tuning

I think Ross Duffin doesn’t really realize how out of tune any
modern piano is, even when just tuned by a good tuner to exactly
the frequencies that are theoretically accepted as the best
ones.

Octaves

There’s one issue that he does explain in detail, and that is
that the octaves are in fact wider than the doubled frequency
Pythagoras and Helmholz and all tuners before the metal framed
piano believed in.

Many people’s eyes glaze over when I try to explain this, even
though I think it’s one of the most elegantly complicated
explanations in the history of musical acoustics. So if your
eyes glaze over on complicated explanations, feel free to skip
to the next section.

The short answer for why a note on a piano is more than twice
the frequency of the note an octave below it is that with a
string as stiff as a piano string the
overtones are sharper than the harmonics.

That is, with a light string like a harpsichord or guitar has,
when the string vibrates in two sections to produce the first
overtone, the lengh is in fact almost exactly half the length of the
string, making the frequency twice the frequency of the string’s
fundamental tone.

On a piano, however, the string is so stiff that when it
vibrates in two sections, the actual vibrating length is
noticeably less that half the length of the string. And the
difference is even more pronounced with the higher
overtones.

So if you tuned a piano so that the fundamental of a string
was precisely twice the fundamental of the string an octave below
it, you would have horrible beats between the first overtone of
the lower string and the fundamental of the higher string, and
even more horrible beats between other pairs of overtones.

So one of the things piano tuners do is figure out how much
they have to “stretch” each octave to minimize these beats
formed by the out-of-tune harmonics.

Unisons

If you’ve looked at piano pieces, you can see that pianists
play octaves all the time — there are whole genres of piano
music where the left hand is doing nothing but play a walking
bass line in octaves. So if you have to tune octaves out of
tune, there’s no way anyone is going to ever hear a piano as in
tune no matter what theoretical temperament the tuner uses.

But it gets worse than that — not only are the octaves all
sharp — all the unisons are deliberately tuned out of tune.

Only the bottom notes of the piano are played by one string —
the others are have two or three strings (usually) hit by the
hammer. (The soft pedal works by shifting the hammers over so
that only one string is played instead of all two or three.)

Most piano tuners believe that the piano sound is richer if the
two or three strings that play one note are tuned a little bit
differently from each other, to produce something like one beat
per second.

And of course, if you think about the description above of why
the octaves have to be out of tune, you can see that even one
string played all by itself is producing overtones that are “out
of tune” by any theoretical tuning system based on simple
ratios.

Alternate history

So I think the history of the acceptance of equal temperament
as the dominant tuning system may be something like this:

During the late Renaissance and Baroque eras, people played
music that became more chromatic and more based on harmonies and
played in a wider variety of keys. So tuning systems wer invented with
more compromises in order to play
the wider variety of notes and intervals. This is much better described in Ross Duffin’s 150 page
book than I can do here.

During the nineteenth century, pianos became larger and louder,
and therefore needed to use stiffer strings, so tuning them to any
system based on single frequencies and their ratios became
impossible.

Pianos also became the dominant instrument, so that most
singers and other instrumentalists were most likely to perform
with a piano as accompaniment rather than with an organ or a cello.

It became increasingly difficult to tell the difference between
the non-equal temperaments favored by the nineteenth century piano
tuners (even when they said they were tuning equal temperaments)
and an equal temperament. And the equal temperament is easier to
train people to tune. So starting in 1917, all piano tuning
manuals advocated equal temperament, and most instrumental
instruction included at least methods for dealing with playing
with an equal tempered instrument, even if they believed some
other kind of tuning was preferable for solo playing.

However, piano tuners (and pianists) do in fact believe that
piano tuning is an art, not a science, so when they’ve finished
tempering all their fifths and stretching all their octaves and
detuning all their unisons the way the manual or their tuning
course told them to, then they play the piano and fix
anything that doesn’t sound right to them. I haven’t looked up
the literature, but I’m pretty sure that this often results in a
tuning where a very large fraction of the strings are vibrating a
a frequency very different from what a computer program will tell
you is an equal tempered scale.

Summary

None of which is to imply that I didn’t enjoy Ross Duffin’s book a lot, or that you shouldn’t read it if you’re interested in its subject matter.

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Nokia 810 syncs with google calendar

E-reading history

When I had my first pocket computer (a Palm III in 1999 or so), I discovered
that while I could live without my appointments and TODO list in
my pocket, I really liked being able to carry books around and
read them without adjusting lighting, and with adjusting the type
size to the state of my eyes. Since then, I’ve upgraded
the pocket device several times, including twice when the current
one wasn’t even broken.

Most recently, my Nokia 770 died with the White Screen of
Death. I had really liked it as a reader, with the size and
resolution of the screen being at a really good point, where you
can still get a reasonable fraction of a page on it at a readable
type size, but it still slips into a pocket easily.

When I bought it, I had hopes of being able to use the other
features, and found I mostly didn’t. The music player didn’t play
music loud enough, I didn’t feel like working hard enough to sync
the calendar with the google calendar that’s easiest to use on the
desktop and laptop, the sites I wanted to browse when I could
connect wirelessly seemed to use flash…

So when I had to replace it, I considered the Nokia 810, for
which the software is a bit better supported and which includes
features that aren’t on the 770, but also thought
about the ipod touch or a netbook.

In the end, I decided that the right screen size was the
important thing, and went with the 810.

As a reader, it’s at least as good as the 770. The screen is
the same size. I miss the built-in hard case, but the vinyl
envelope seems to work pretty well, and the foldout stand actually
does make it easier to use as a reader. The FBReader version
seems to be behind the one on my Ubuntu 8.10 desktop, which is a
pity since there’s a new feature that lets you download books
directly from some of the online free libraries that would be
really useful.

Calendar

Of the normal PIM functions, the only one I really wish I had
was the calendar. I’m pretty good at keeping my immediate future
in my head, but I’ve several times double-booked by depending on
that, and it would be good to not have to.

The built-in calendar seems pretty basic. For instance, I
haven’t figured out a way to configure it so that the daily view
shows you evening appointments.

However, there is an application called erminig which will
sync your google calendar with the GPE calendar. (This is not the
calendar that comes pre-loaded, but it can be easily installed
from the application manager.)

I installed this in my first set of installs from the
application manager, but stopped fiddling with it when my first
attempt said it couldn’t connect to google.

This week on the maemo-users list there was a long thread
started by someone who had bought an 810 and had been unable to
find an application he really wanted to use enough to be worth the
trouble of putting it in his pocket. At various points this was
about to degenerate into a flamefest, but a number of people
answered seriously about what they use their nokia tablets for,
including a couple who said they used erminit.

So I started another thread asking how they’d done it. Nobody
really said anything helpful, except that if I could get to google
calendar via the browser, it must be something wrong with the
erminig configuration. So I found the config file and looked at
it, and sure enough, it had my password in the clear, and it
started with a capital letter. The real password begins with a
lower-case letter. Fiddling with the shift key didn’t seem to
change this.

On my next dog walk, I realized that I could just enter some
other letter as the first letter, and then delete it, so I did
that and was successfully able to connect to google. Then the
next issue was that my 8 PM Monday recorder lesson was listed as 1
AM on Tuesday, but that was obviously a time zone issue, and I
fixed it. So now I have a working calendar that I can carry in my
pocket. I’ll let you know if there are problems with the syncing,
but so far it looks pretty good.

I get annoyed at people who complain about the quality of Free
Software and don’t report the bugs they find, so I did spend the
time this morning to register at maemo.org and fill out the bug
report.

But if you run into anyone claiming that the 810 is ready for
consumer use out of the box, you can tell them this story.

Other stuff

Another application I downloaded immediately, and even went to
the computer store and spent $8 on an adaptor for it, is the one that
allows a USB keyboard to plug in to the 810. This does seem to
work, but I haven’t used it yet. If I were to figure out how to
install emacs, it would be more useful.

I haven’t even bothered to install the app that would let me
use the camera. I hardly ever use the one on my cell phone — the
pictures that have been on this blog were taken with a real
digital camera.

I was interested in trying the GPS feature, and it did find my
latitude and longitude and let me look at it on a map, but in
order to get navigation you need to send somebody some more money,
and it sounds like if you’re going to do that, a special purpose
GPS device is still a better deal.

I haven’t yet tried the PDF reader, and most of the browsing
I’ve done hasn’t worked well without my glasses. But maybe
they’ll turn out to be of some use.

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