Underwater Gallery

From "Vicissitudes" by Jason deCaires Taylor

Generally when one hears about a man-made object on the bottom of the ocean floor, particularly a work of art, one will assume that it made its way there by accident. And, in a typical art gallery, in an effort to minimize damaging effects on the artwork, signs are posted reading “do not touch” and “no food or drink.”  One artist, Jason deCaires Taylor is challenging these conventions in his underwater sculpture installations, although, unless you’re a fish the “do not touch” rule still applies.

Taylor’s sculptures function as anchors for artificial coral reefs – artificial in the sense that coral couldn’t develop on the locations before, because there were no surfaces stable enough to support its growth. In some of the installations, coral began to colonize the sculptures naturally, while in others, already damaged or fragmented pieces of coral were “planted” in holes in the sculptures to give them a chance at new life.

From "La Jardinera del la Esperanza" by Jason deCaires Taylor

Ever-changing, each sculpture functions as a piece of “living” art – its appearance in a constant state of metamorphosis due to the organisms whose life it supports. In some of the pieces, coral growth appears sporadic and untamed, but in others, such as “La Jardinera del la Experanza” and “Hombre en Llamas,” it is clear that the artist had a fairly specific plan in mind for coral growth.

Along with his underwater pieces and utilizing the same artistic principles, Taylor has started to experiment with “living” art out of the water. His shore-bound installation consists of a hollowed out sculpture filled with soil, compost, and seeds. The piece is covered with holes that plant life may grow through, so the sculpture will be in a constant state of growth and change with the seasons.

If you would like to check out Taylor’s work for yourself, click here to be directed to his website.

Better than Sex Cake

As the weather continues to come in shades of grey and cold spells, my friends feel compelled to bake, bake, and bake some more.  The amount of baked goods that have gone through my fingers and up to my mouth recently has been astronomical.  Absurd, grotesque even!  At one point in time I had a cake, cookies, and even back up cookies in my possession (not including the ice cream that slept in my freezer).  I received my grandmother’s sweet tooth passed unto my father and then to me.

I have trained myself not to buy donuts, cookies, brownies, and other delicious sweets because it is a temptatious battle I know I will surely loose.  However, just because I don’t buy these delicacies, doesn’t mean that I don’t know, rather rely on people who do; thus, the result of copious amounts of sweets recently in my possession.  I would say currently, but my addiction is strong, and well, they have all been eaten.

I will end this rant with a recipe that will surely win you friends and foes alike.  It is called “Better than Sex cake.”

Better than Sex Cake

1 box German Chocolate Cake

½ (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed milk

6 ounces caramel ice cream topping

3 bars chocolate covered toffee (health bars), chopped

1 (8 ounce) container frozen whipped topping, thawed

1 bag semi-sweet chocolate chips

  1. Bake the cake according to package directions and sprinkle about a cup of chocolate chips over the batter after it is in the pan, but before you bake it.
  2. Once the cake is baked, take it out of the oven and poke holes in it with a knife.  It doesn’t have to be neat.  Then pour the caramel and condensed milk over the cake, rubbing it in until it is melted into the cake.
  3. Once the cake is cooled, top it with the whipping topping.
  4. Lastly, sprinkle the health bar over top.

Voila! Enjoy!

Of Prescriptive Correctness

There has always been a great deal of debate over what is right. We have a preoccupation, it seems, with grammatical correctness. Speaking well is a matter of using the right words, pronouncing them in a certain fashion, using proper grammar. Proper writing or speech is equated with prestige, with professionalism, with being better. We consult dictionaries, grammar books, attend classes, worry about whether we are phrasing something correctly, worry about how others might judge us if we don’t. Self-styled Grammar Nazis patrol the world over for Proper English. I myself have been rather liberal with the red pen, unable to resist marking anything from misspelled signs to exam forms. I’ve liked more than one “Using Proper Spelling and Grammar” page on Facebook.

I know I’m guilty.

In fact, this sort of prescriptivism has not always been the case. Only after English’s evolution slowed and spellings became more standardized did people start intending to standardize spelling. The advent of the printing press led to a greater distribution and greater accessibility to printed material. A middle class began to form. People desired upward social mobility, observed how the well-to-do used language, and began concerning themselves with how they themselves ought to speak.

Should the debate, then, rest not on what usages are correct, but whether we ought to continue separating right and wrong? Who sets the bar? Who determines what rules are more correct than others? What’s deemed correct is by no means the most logical. However much people like to mourn the “decay” of the English language, language change is inevitable. New words and usages that appeared a hundred years ago might have been decried and met with panic and scorn, but seem perfectly normal to us today.

Recently the Oxford English Dictionary, known for being one of the more conservative, authoritative publications, made headlines for adding several new entries. These entries happened to be slang. Predictably, some people frowned, others panicked. And it is difficult, sometimes, to think about how what we’ve labored so long to learn, to perfect, to perpetuate, might really be unstable and fleeting in the long run.

At the same time, it is still probably a good idea to keep in mind that there is a fine line between using and advocating spelling and grammar that is generally agreed to be a correct standard for practical purposes (professionalism, academia, communication between different dialects, etc) and lording the correctness over others as a form of intellectual superiority. There’s an amusing meme floating around the internet called the English Major Armadillo, which features a great deal of geeking out about language and literature, and a fair share of moaning and groaning about the inability of others to use proper spelling and grammar. For the most part, it’s all in good fun.

There was a period, though, when many of the ones people were generating had the text running across the top explaining another’s grammatical mistake, for instance, and the bottom text some violent action in retaliation. The prevalence of the attitude poses the question: is it necessary, or fair, to place the greatest value on such basic mechanics? What about content, or cohesiveness, or intent? Many times, it feels as if being “good at English” translates to “good spelling and grammar.” My standard used to be “no excuse for poor spelling or grammar unless English is a second language or you have a serious disability.” But while being able to communicate cleanly and clearly is important, as may be having a standard by which to align multiple other standards, mechanics is not the only, or the most important feature of communication. We should continue to learn, use, and implement this accepted standard, but perhaps we should also consider toning down the neuroticsm.

Nuclear Boy has a stomachache

There is no question about it: the earthquake in Japan was one of tremendous force and tragedy in our world.  I cannot say that I have ever heard of an 8.9 or 9.0 earthquake, but judging from how the Richter scale only goes up to 9, I can deduce that Mother Nature is truly a scary force to be dealt with, indeed.  Not only that, it brings up the question of the subsequent human ramifications.  How does this affect some of the man-made things in our world?  In this case, it’s about the nuclear power plants and the effects that the quake wrought on them, thereby releasing radiation into the air.  Many people are at risk of radiation poisoning, which is a very scary thing.

But then, how does one explain events like this to children?  Some children who are old enough may understand but others who are too young probably wouldn’t know what radiation was or why it is harmful.  Cue this video:

The Japanese explain the consequences of the earthquake to children and why the nuclear power plant (aka Nuclear Boy) could be bad for humans.  In short, it talks about how Nuclear Boy has a stomachache and that his poop is so stinky, no one wants to be near it.  It goes on to discuss how we would deal with Nuclear Boy and his stinkiness should he actually have to use the bathroom instead of merely farting.  It is really cute and quite fascinating how the Japanese would use a cartoon to depict this phenomenon.

It’s just another way of demonstrating how art pervades our world and is a perfect partner with just about every subject out there (e.g. science, technology, food, clothing, etc).

Ladies and Gentlemen

Photo by Kim Anderson
Photo by Kim Anderson

Rules of etiquette have been plaguing mankind for centuries. It can be a daunting task to navigate the subtleties and intricacies of gentlemanly or ladylike behavior. One man, however, seems to have managed to pinpoint the art of being a gentleman in a list of currently 43 rules on his website titled “The Rules of a Gentleman,” which you can access here. This website’s guidelines range from heartfelt advice about love to comical suggestions of classy smoking habits to old classics such as holding the door open for a lady. The charmingly lighthearted manner of this website makes it a very enjoyable read, which one can only imagine will remain entertaining and perhaps even instructive as the list increases.

As enjoyable as this list of rules for a gentleman was, I was disappointed to discover that I could not find a comparable list for ladies, so I decided to try my hand at beginning such a list. Below are my attempts at a few rules of a lady.

*Note – Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past couple decades, you know that smoking is bad for your health, so don’t do it.*

I would love to hear your suggestions for more “rules of a lady.” Feel free to post them in the comments below.

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More Fun: If you try to navigate to a nonexistent page on “The Rules of a Gentleman,” this message will display.  I thought it was quite clever.

Update: “The Rules of a Gentleman” website appears to have been deleted.  Sorry everyone.

New Yorker: CATS!

This week I would like to step back from the limelight and allow the spotlight to be directed towards a writer who I recently came across while burning some calories on my friend the elliptical.  I get extremely bored while on the elliptical, but I loath running outside and can hardly sustain a run longer that 10 minuets and 32 seconds, so I cut my loses and take my workouts to an enclosed, sweaty environment with other health conscious folks.

Where is this story going, you wonder?  Don’t worry, Ill get there.  So, I needed to pass the time while riding the elliptical.  My current distractions usually consist of other sweater and sometimes intense exercise companions to counting the tiles on the ceiling (but this one has proven dangerous).  So, I decided to bring along some reading material.  As you all know, if you are following my blog at all, that I am in the midst of reading Harry Potter.  Now, as much as I love Harry, he is not elliptical reading material.  I went to the next best thing, the New Yorker.  The New Yorker is perfect because it is light, bends easily, and includes various topics that sustain my short attention span.

I was flipping through the New Yorker this past week, which ticked off the time better than I thought, when I came across an article that was titled, Where I Live.  The title was not an instant eye catcher, but I noticed the article was only one page long so I decided to have a go.

The beginning paragraphs were mostly descriptive and could have lead to numerous story developments.  However, this story went from talking about her apartment to her love for cats.  I do not want to give too much away, because I think this author’s style of writing works well because of her subtle surprising details.

I will let you know though, that all of you cat lovers out there will definitely find this glued to your fridge upon finishing.

I have attached the link below for you.  I hope you enjoy!!

http://www.newyorker.com/humor/2011/03/21/110321sh_shouts_ozols