3 Classes on Thursday

I begin with Chinese Art on Thursday. Then an interlude on Fiction Writing and finally, my favorite, Japanese Art. I’m really very interested in the Chinese art, but I wish the instructor was a little more focused. She talked about the first Chinese emperor’s terra cotta army at Xian. I’ve been there. It’s a fascinating place. In between fiction writing and Japanese art I went to the library and found a book about the soldiers so I could fill in information the instructor did not have time to give us. The best part about these classes is that they raise questions I never thought to ask, or never fully formulated. When I saw those soldiers I knew they had been created by some kind of a manufacturing process, but I never thought it through. The instructor raised the questions and never quite answered them. But now I know.

Some day I’d like to go back to China. I was there for only 2 weeks. I’m sure I could spend 2 years and never see or understand it all.

Large Print Books

Occasionally I find myself reading large print books, usually because that’s the copy that is still on the shelf. Recently I took two of them from the library. I find I can read them much faster than ordinary books because I’m not backtracking to figure out which letters I read wrong. Half the time I feel like I am half reading and half making it up. Today I found another virtue of large print books: I can read them while I exercise, whether I am on the bicycle or the treadmill. And I don’t need reading glasses, although I admit to doing a little "intuiting" without the glasses.

I am committed to exercising three times a week. I don’t love it, just the opposite. I think it’s the one thing I can do to stay healthy. I can’t seem to diet or lose weight, even though I think I am eating less and less all the time. At least with exercise I am in control. But it’s boring. I watch TV and that’s boring. In Jersey I listened to public radio. Here they mostly play jazz, which I like, but it doesn’t keep me absorbed. The books are great. I can keep moving and not think about it. Now if they only had more large print books that I wanted to read.

Warhol and Company

Last night we went to a special opening at the Warhol Museum. This was our first visit to the museum, which is one of the stars of the Pittsburgh art scene. Two temporary exhibits were featured: Henry Darger and Grayson Perry. I’ve seen a lot of Henry Darger; he’s from Chicago and most of his work is housed at the American Folk Art Museum in New York. Grayson Perry was new to me. His work is funny and serious and carries a strong message. He was at the opening, coming as his alter ego Claire. We missed his lecture, which we heard was very funny, but it was fun to see him/her and hear his conversation with his fans.

We walked through the museum and looked at all of the Warhol stuff. It’s a fun place and you get the feeling Warhol and his friends were having a wonderful time.

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This is Robin walking through a room labeled: Point of View, Silver Clouds. The room was filled with silver pillows activated by a wind machine. I wanted to walk through them and make them scatter, but they are so light they move almost before you touch them.

One of the best things about the party was people watching. Unlike everywhere else in Pittsburgh most people dressed in something other than their Steelers costumes, some of them very far out. One of the party activities was making a "Vivian" (as in Darger drawings) cress and many people were walking around with these paper dresses, which attached with tabs like cutout dresses.

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More classes

Trying to enhance my life (meet people and make friends) in Pittsburgh I joined the Osher Lifelong Learning Program at University of Pittsburgh. For $180 a year I can take all the special Osher classes I want and also audit two undergraduate classes. My Japanese Art class is one of the audits and also a class in reading poetry. On Thursday my Osher classes started. I am taking Chinese Art, Fiction Writing and, on Friday, Leonardo da Vinci. It’s a heavy schedule. All the classes seem interesting, but the Japanese Art is still my favorite: good teachers, good approach. At any rate it keeps me very busy and that’s good. I hope it will also result in making new friends. People here are very pleasant and friendly, but I have yet to find someone to go out with to movies, plays, dinners.  I spend  a lot of time with Robin and Steve; they haven’t made any new friends either. I’m not unhappy being by myself, but I like it less than I used to. Also, I learned a lot of lessons watching my parents as they aged. They outlived or alienated almost everyone they knew. It was very unhealthy, and I don’t want to go there.

I got pictures!

I have been to Japan twice: 1985 and 1987. I was still working as a photographer at that time and took lots of pictures. I decided that I should find those pictures from Japan and possibly use them for my class paper. So I started looking in a box which seems to have an assortment of pictures from almost everywhere: Japan, China, Hong Kong, Portugal, Israel, river rafting in Idaho, polar bears in Churchill and lots of family photos. I’ve been thinking about going through these boxes of pictures for a long time. I guess the moment of truth has come.

Japanese Art Class

I worked on that second paper until this afternoon when I had to go to class. I had a terrible time with it. Each time I had some idea of what to write I looked at the reading again and decided my thought was not quite right. The paper has strict guidelines. It’s supposed to be a critical abstract of the assigned reading. I am at a disadvantage because I have very little knowledge of Japanese history. I thought about not turning in anything. I had written one long paragraph (out of the required three) and I was very dissatisfied. So, putting my cursor in at the top of the page (thank goodness for computers), I wrote: "I can’t write this paper." I then proceeded to detail my problem. I finished the paragraph, decided the original could stand with it, added a sentence at the end and I turned it in. In our subsequent class discussion I realized that I hadn’t been far from the truth: the reading was disjointed and awkwardly translated.

We got the assignment for our major class paper today. I had intended to ignore this one. I thought it would be more work than I wanted to do. But the assignment is charming and I think it will really be fun. I’ll have more to say about it as I start to work.

Rainy Sunday

and I should be writing the second paper for my Japanese Art class. This week we are looking at the tea ceremony as an art form, and it’s relationship to the politics of the 17th Century. I am still having trouble with the Japanese names and concepts. And I probably should have taken a class in Japanese history before I took this one. If I could only remember all of the Japanese words, it would be much easier.

The tea ceremony promoted a culture that was highly problematic for the ruling elite, as evidenced by the enforced suicide, in 1591, of one of the great tea masters. The tea ceremony emerged from a movement called gekokujo, those below overthrow those above. Obviously suppression of culture has gone on for a long time and under many different forms of government.

Something Beautiful

Most of the time I am perfectly happy with my life. I do not need more possessions, or more toys. I do not covet, and I do not need what my friends or neighbors have. I think this is a gift of my advanced age; it wasn’t true when I was younger. But even now, something will hit me. I saw this wall hanging a couple of weeks ago when I was taking Darcy to the groomer. I wanted it with a passion. Of course, I have no place to display it. My walls are filled with all the pictures I was never able to hang in my apartment in Jersey. And it’s much more money than I want to spend. So I went back and took a picture of it. Somehow that made me feel better about not owning it. I would like to create something like this. What a labor of love.

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Reading matter

One of my neighbors came for a visit this afternoon and we talked about computers and finally, weblogs. After she asked me how I found the blogs I read, I started to think about it and realized I almost always got them from other blogs. Raja got me started on this whole thing. Kathryn gave her the blog as a Christmas gift. One day, as I was looking for Raja, I found Kathryn. Then her blog turned me on to Verbatim and maybe Coffee Waffle, or maybe Verbatim turned me on to it. I found Time Goes By in the AARP Bulletin. I also look at a lot of food blogs. Someday I’ll list them separately. So check out my blog list over on the right.

Work Avoidance

I have a paper due tomorrow in the Japanese Art class I am auditing. I don’t have to turn in this paper, obviously, but the professor said she would accept it from me, and I believe I will get more out of the class if I do all the work. So I have written about two-thirds of the paper and now I’m back to work avoidance. I’m listening to Brian Lehrer talk about the New York transit workers who just voted down their contract. I can’t concentrate on the paper while I listen. I’ve did some cleaning in my workroom, set up the new humidifier, which has been sitting here in the box for two weeks, knitted a couple more rows on the sweater I’m making for my granddog. I guess I’ll never grow up.