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greygirlbeastYesterday was almost, and perhaps actually, a total loss, so far as writing is concerned. I managed only 285 words on "The Jetsam of Disremembered Mechanics," and then I just...locked up. I couldn't tell if what I was writing was good enough. I was suddenly no longer certain if any part of the story was anything but trite, hollow...and so I locked up. I sat here another hour or so, angry and baffled and aware that it might all have stemmed from my having used Ambien to get to sleep Tuesday morning. Finally, Spooky said I should get up, that we should get out of the house. And so we did.
Though it was late in the day when we left, we headed across town to the Bell Gallery (Brown University) at 64 College Street, which is currently featuring Rachel Berwick's installation "Zugunruhe." Berick's work generally concerns species that have recently become extinct, or were thought to be extinct until recently, or may soon be extinct— the Tasmanian tiger, the Galapagos tortoise, the coelacanth, etc. "Zugunruhe" is devoted to the passenger pigeon (Ectopistes migratorius), a bird that once inhabited North America in almost unimaginable numbers, but was wiped out during the 1800's by hunting and deforestation. The species was effectively extinct in the wild by the early 20th Century. The last captive specimen died at the Cincinnati Zoo on September 1, 1914 (the last authenticated sighting in the wild was made in Pike County, Ohio, on March 22, 1900).
The instillation is startling in its simplicity. First, we are greeted by an enormous copy of Audubon's 1840 Birds of America (five feet wide when opened), displaying his life-sized illustration of the passenger pigeon. And then there are grey walls on which have been recorded excerpts from the writings of 19th Century naturalists and hunters, describing the almost unbelievable size of Ectopistes migratorius flocks. On a pedestal stands a glass bell jar or globe, inside of which is an odd contraption with a large brass needle which rotates erratically, almost compass like, both recalling migratory instincts and pointing to the quotes on the walls. The final part of the instillation is a great heptagonal glass case in a darkened room. The case contains a tree, and the branches of the tree are festooned with hundreds of passenger pigeons cast in orange copal (a million or so years old, an immature form of amber).
By the way, "zugunruhe" is a an obscure German ornithological term for the nighttime restlessness displayed by migratory birds.
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Leaving the gallery, just as the bells at Brown were tolling four p.m. (EST), I had a minor absence seizure. Which may explain the trouble I'd been having with the story, as work often becomes difficult before a seizure. We stopped by the market before heading home. There was Chinese takeout for dinner, as no one felt like cooking. We streamed a truly dreadful film from Netflix, Thora Birch and some other people in Sean McConville's Deadline (2009). This has to be one of the dullest films of the year, and I'm not sure why we didn't shut it off after the first twenty minutes. I will say, the ghost story is one of the most difficult supernatural tales to pull off effectively, especially in film, and one does not manage that trick by regurgitating every tiresome gimmick from the last decade of American and Japanese cinema (most of which never worked to begin with). Avoid this film. And you might also want to avoid WoW until after the "holidays," as its been infested with inappropriate Xmas idiocy again. We quested a bit in remote parts of the Howling Fjord and reached Level 71. There was a genuinely creepy encounter with the Lich King inside a sepulcher at the Vrykul city of Gjalerbron. Shaharrazad and Suraa slew the Vrykul queen Angerboda as she was attempting to resurrect King Ymiron. But the Lich King made a brief appearance and spirited the two giants away.
And that was yesterday. But there are photos:
Point Street, heading towards the bridge (view to the east).
Passing Narragansett Electric (view to the south).
Wickendon Street (view to the east).
Text from "Zugunruhe."
The erratic needle.
Passenger pigeons in copal.
Extinct birds on dead branches.
Downtown Providence, seen from College Hill just outside the Bell Gallery (view to the southwest).
Photographs Copyright © 2009 by Caitlín R. Kiernan.
Though it was late in the day when we left, we headed across town to the Bell Gallery (Brown University) at 64 College Street, which is currently featuring Rachel Berwick's installation "Zugunruhe." Berick's work generally concerns species that have recently become extinct, or were thought to be extinct until recently, or may soon be extinct— the Tasmanian tiger, the Galapagos tortoise, the coelacanth, etc. "Zugunruhe" is devoted to the passenger pigeon (Ectopistes migratorius), a bird that once inhabited North America in almost unimaginable numbers, but was wiped out during the 1800's by hunting and deforestation. The species was effectively extinct in the wild by the early 20th Century. The last captive specimen died at the Cincinnati Zoo on September 1, 1914 (the last authenticated sighting in the wild was made in Pike County, Ohio, on March 22, 1900).
The instillation is startling in its simplicity. First, we are greeted by an enormous copy of Audubon's 1840 Birds of America (five feet wide when opened), displaying his life-sized illustration of the passenger pigeon. And then there are grey walls on which have been recorded excerpts from the writings of 19th Century naturalists and hunters, describing the almost unbelievable size of Ectopistes migratorius flocks. On a pedestal stands a glass bell jar or globe, inside of which is an odd contraption with a large brass needle which rotates erratically, almost compass like, both recalling migratory instincts and pointing to the quotes on the walls. The final part of the instillation is a great heptagonal glass case in a darkened room. The case contains a tree, and the branches of the tree are festooned with hundreds of passenger pigeons cast in orange copal (a million or so years old, an immature form of amber).
By the way, "zugunruhe" is a an obscure German ornithological term for the nighttime restlessness displayed by migratory birds.
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Leaving the gallery, just as the bells at Brown were tolling four p.m. (EST), I had a minor absence seizure. Which may explain the trouble I'd been having with the story, as work often becomes difficult before a seizure. We stopped by the market before heading home. There was Chinese takeout for dinner, as no one felt like cooking. We streamed a truly dreadful film from Netflix, Thora Birch and some other people in Sean McConville's Deadline (2009). This has to be one of the dullest films of the year, and I'm not sure why we didn't shut it off after the first twenty minutes. I will say, the ghost story is one of the most difficult supernatural tales to pull off effectively, especially in film, and one does not manage that trick by regurgitating every tiresome gimmick from the last decade of American and Japanese cinema (most of which never worked to begin with). Avoid this film. And you might also want to avoid WoW until after the "holidays," as its been infested with inappropriate Xmas idiocy again. We quested a bit in remote parts of the Howling Fjord and reached Level 71. There was a genuinely creepy encounter with the Lich King inside a sepulcher at the Vrykul city of Gjalerbron. Shaharrazad and Suraa slew the Vrykul queen Angerboda as she was attempting to resurrect King Ymiron. But the Lich King made a brief appearance and spirited the two giants away.
And that was yesterday. But there are photos:
Point Street, heading towards the bridge (view to the east).
Passing Narragansett Electric (view to the south).
Wickendon Street (view to the east).
Text from "Zugunruhe."
The erratic needle.
Passenger pigeons in copal.
Extinct birds on dead branches.
Downtown Providence, seen from College Hill just outside the Bell Gallery (view to the southwest).
Photographs Copyright © 2009 by Caitlín R. Kiernan.
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Date: 2009-12-16 05:20 pm (UTC)Are they doing the 'Night Elf Mohawk' promotion there? They have something going here where if you find a Night Elf Mohawk (a Night Elf that looks like Mr T's Wow character)you get Night Elf Mohawk grenades to turn other players into Night Elf Mohawks. Apparently you have to be on whatever side the Night Elves are on. Obviously I don't play but my husband has been watching the chaos with much glee.
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Date: 2009-12-16 05:22 pm (UTC)Are they doing the 'Night Elf Mohawk' promotion there? They have something going here where if you find a Night Elf Mohawk (a Night Elf that looks like Mr T's Wow character)you get Night Elf Mohawk grenades to turn other players into Night Elf Mohawks. Apparently you have to be on whatever side the Night Elves are on.
Yep. Both the Alliance (the side with the night elves) and the Horde can get the grenades. It's one of the strangest, lamest things I've seen Blizzard do yet.
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Date: 2009-12-16 05:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-16 05:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-16 05:28 pm (UTC)Thank you for making them visible.
By the way, "zugunruhe" is a an obscure German ornithological term for the nighttime restlessness displayed by migratory birds.
Awesome.
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Date: 2009-12-16 05:30 pm (UTC)Thank you for making them visible.
You're welcome. I knew you'd want to see it. By the way, the instillation runs through February 14th, so maybe you can see it for yourself.
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Date: 2009-12-17 01:58 am (UTC)Hmm.
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Date: 2009-12-16 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-16 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-16 05:51 pm (UTC)Out of curiosity: Have you and Spooky seen Cold Prey? It's a Norwegian film I think you both might enjoy.
I've not. But I see it's streamable, so we'll watch it this evening. Thanks.
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Date: 2009-12-16 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-16 05:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-16 06:04 pm (UTC)and what a fantastic term.
Indeed. I think it translates to "procession disquiet."
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Date: 2009-12-16 07:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-16 07:58 pm (UTC)That copal amber stuff...
Date: 2009-12-16 08:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-16 09:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-16 10:11 pm (UTC)Do you often find that medication can sometimes adversely affect your ability to write?
This has happened, yes.
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Date: 2009-12-16 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-16 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-16 10:10 pm (UTC)Do you see lights with your absence seizures?
No. I do not see anything. They are very brief (sometimes only seconds, sometimes minutes) periods of unconsciousness.
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Date: 2009-12-17 12:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-17 02:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-17 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-17 05:26 am (UTC)I can’t imagine. It seems like it would be like spending your life out in an electrical storm, waiting for the lightning to strike.
Pretty much. For me, and for people around me.
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Date: 2009-12-17 12:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-17 12:36 am (UTC)This happens to me regularly, and it can last for quite awhile. It feels like the pitch of my words is off somehow. Sometimes I wait until it passes. Sometimes, if I’m able, I just write anyway, trusting that the words will be better than I’m afraid they might be, that I haven’t somehow lost the ability to be effectively critical of my own writing. Lack of sleep and too much stress, depression, caffeine, etc. seem to contribute.
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Date: 2009-12-17 02:12 am (UTC)Lack of sleep and too much stress, depression, caffeine, etc. seem to contribute.
Often, those things come with the territory, ironically.
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Date: 2009-12-17 03:57 am (UTC)I know. And I’m sure you already do what you can to manage them.
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Date: 2009-12-17 12:46 am (UTC)Here's a bit of holiday cheer I came across today that I thought might amuse you:
http://www.metro.co.uk/weird/83550-the-octopus-who-loves-his-mr-potato-head