That said, I’ve seen some pretty incredible photography of the Chihuly exhibit at the De Young over the last few months, and today I made my pilgrimage there to take my own photos. I went during a long-awaited museum trip with Mormor, Aunt V. and my cousin B. (who is off to college in another week).

I started making composition jokes at the expense of impressionist seascapes. I really am that silly.

We started at the Palace of the Legion of Honor to see the Woman Impressionists, which Mormor was excited about. I am, I’m embarrassed to admit, not especially interested in the Impressionists (I blame early and often exposure), but the woman impressionists were pretty interesting. Given my interest in the meta, I was fascinated by relationship the women in the exhibit (Berthe Morisot, Mary Cassatt, Eva Gonzalès and Marie Bracquemond) had with their subjects, with their gender, and with the male impressionists they worked with. With the possible exception of Mary Cassatt, all of them were mentored by more famous Impressionists and served as models for their mentors. In a particularly interesting painting, Gonzales recreates a painting of Manet’s in which she herself was the original subject; she replaces herself with another and takes on the role of the artist.

Light through a ceiling of Chihuly

Still, the paintings for the most part stuck to what I expected–women with children, women alone, children alone, neat little harbor paintings divided evenly into thirds for sky, sea, and land. After a painting featuring a grayhound named Laertes, I started entertaining myself by coming up with an appropriate Shakespearean character for each painted dog. (Later, in the Dutch section of the permenant collection, B. took the cake while we were looking at a painting of a dog and a table of game: “That one’s Horatio, because he’s the only one left alive.”)

B’s favorite pieces at the Legion of Honor were the Chihulys, so he was as excited as I was when we arrived at the De Young to see the Chihuly exhibit. Once we were in, I whipped out my camera and became one of the dorky people too busy looking at the trees to see the forest of the exhibit. I have some fun glasswork photos, but mostly I (as usual) got suckered in by all the parts of the exhibit that weren’t the glasswork–the reflections, the shadows, the light filtered through the lens of the glass. In short, I had a lot of fun, but I need to learn to balance the way I look at art when I don’t have a camera on hand and the way I interact with it when I do.

More photos at Picasaweb

This morning I pulled out my copy of The LIvely Art of Writing and started flipping through it on the bus, on the way to the chiropractor. I haven’t done much more than flip through it since high school; even so, it was surprising to see how much of my precepts on writing styles come from Payne (especially since I didn’t read the book until I was 17!). I remembered that she’s the one who finally taught me to transition gracefully from paragraph to paragraph using “hook sentences” and I remembered the unspeakable horrors of “due to” (on which topic I will elaborate later), but I didn’t remember in how much detail she talks about developing one’s own voice, or her incredibly helpful explanation of how to create a writing style that sounds as natural as the spoken word while not being colloquial. And it turns out my tendency of elaborate tabboo avoidance on the topic of touchy points like split infinitives, singular “they” and the like comes from her–she frequently says that a good writer can pull themselves out of traps by reformulating sentences entirely to get away from those constructions while not forcing an awkward alternative. This is something I used to debate about with Marjorie back when we were firsties–she always maintained that if something required complete rewriting to avoid, and wasn’t actually an error, I should just get over it, a view which I eventually came around to. (Did you see the preposition that ended that sentence? So there!)

I would recommend this book without hesitation to anyone learning hoping to take the leap between essay writing as it’s done in high school and essay writing as it’s done in college. But, as I’ve implied above, there are a few… quirks in the book that one should be aware of.

First, and most obviously, the examples are incredibly dated. This seems especially weird for someone who repeatedly points out that excessive colloqualism and talking down to an audience is a bad thing (“Some students use [slang] in the mistaken notion that it will make their writing sound informal. It won’t. It will merely make it sound juvenile. Or “cute.” Nothing is more repulsive in writing than cuteness.” [150]). Still, the book is filled with example sentences about sock hops and drag racing. Inexplicable. And, tragically, “cute.”

Second is her chapter “Odds and Ends and Means,” which is her big list o’ prescriptions. This is without a doubt the weirdest section of the book, because these prescriptions are… unusual. Things I’ve never seen anywhere else. She divides her rules up into the “Terrible Three” and the “Troublesome Twenty-seven” and I’ve provided some of the more unusual ones below, with commentary. Beware, Payne suffers a little bit of what the Language Log folks call “word rage.”

The Terrible Three:

1. The -wise suffix: Some day the barbarian who started the fashion of adding -wise to the ends of words will be identified, run to earth, and suitably punished—preferably by being forced to spend the rest of his life reading the compositions written by students who have followed in his footsteps. That would probably be best, justice-wise… Fortunately, the constant use of -wise is rapidly becoming a national joke, generally recognized as an expression reserved for the hopelessly square. In a few years it may be laughed out of existence. But it’s a good idea to avoid it like poison, meantime-wise. (146)

So, apparently it was laughed out of existance, because I think I first encountered the -wise suffix in the context of this admonition. I wonder if there really was an epicdemic of -wise in the 1960s, or if this was a case of the frequency illusion? Either way, it seems like a bizzare choice as the number one thing to avoid in terrible writing.

2. The type and type of habit: Throw these out along with -wise. It is particularly barbarous to use type as an adjective: I have the type father who loses his temper. Even with an “of” added (I have the type of father who . . . ) the expression is an assault on the ear of a discriminating reader.

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3. Manner and nature phrases: Manner and nature are the pet words of the pompous, the long-winded, and the empty-headed. They are nearly always redundant. In a polite manner means “politely.” Comprehensive in nature (or of a comprehensive nature) means “comprehensively.”(147)

I don’t find either of these the least bit objectional, but again these seem somewhat unusual for inclusion in the top three of all Things One Should Not Do In Writing. Further, the main objection to both of these seems to be redundancy, which is also the case for #16 (“Always off, never off of“). Also #18 (“redundancies“), which covers strictly words that repeat the same meaning, as in “false illusion.” And #20 (“similar to: If you mean like, say like. Why beat around the bush?”) Strunk and White, I think, had it a bit better when they said to omit needless words. Payne here spends a lot of time telling us fervently which words are needless and should be omitted.

Now, on to select higlights of the Troublesome Twenty-Seven. A lot more of these are common complaints, or things that otherwise sound ungrammatical to my ear. Some, though, are quirky:

5. due to: A graceless phrase, even when used correctly, and it is almost never used correctly. Avoid it altogether. (148)

To this day I am too frightened to use “due to.” I’ve looked it up in a few different grammars, and I’m still not confident that I understand well enough what the “correct” way even is to use it without fear. (If I remember correctly, “due to” can only be used with a single noun and not with a clause. “The game was canceled due to rain” is ok, “I was late due to losing my homework” is not ok.) Sometimes I use it, assume I’ve done so incorrectly and wander around sheepishly as a result, even though no one else (including, in college, professors grading papers) knew that there was even a question about its usage.

11: indefinite pronouns (each, everyone, everybody, either, neither, nobody): All these pronouns are singular and must be treated consistantly as singular. You wouldn’t write “Everybody are taking their own lunch,” so you shouldn’t write “Everybody is taking their own lunch.” Their is plural. The sentence should be “Everybody is taking his own lunch.” (148)

It irks me here that she calls this section “indefinite pronouns” and not “singular they,” as the entire section is a rant against singular they. I’m not going to defend singular they here as others have already done it, and better, but that obfuscation irritates me. Acknowledge what you’re rejecting; don’t take it as a given that “they” is always and forever plural and then claim that people are incorrectly coordinating their sentences. I had professors who did this too. Don’t act like I don’t know the difference between singular and plural; tell me you don’t want to see singular they. It’s as simple as that, folks.

All quotations, for the record, are from Payne, Lucile Vaughn [Vaughn Payne, Lucile?]. The Lively Art of Writing. New York: Penguin Putnam, 1965. Go check out a copy from your local library, or buy it on the internets (I’d recommend a real live book store, but the odds that they have this book are vanishingly low.)

But the more I think about it (you know, over the last 20 minutes or so, so you know I’ve really had time to mull this over) the more I think that Pliny the Younger was totally the first blogger. At least, the Epistulae reads like a blog. Think about it…

::insert Wayne’s World hand waving and flashback noise here::

So, Mount Vesuvius across the way seems to be exploding, and my uncle is really obsessed. He’s going over there to investigate it scientifically. He got a boat and is sailing over there in the opposite direction from the sane people who are fleeing.

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My uncle had a heart attack breathing all the ash spewing from Mount Vesuvius. Now I’m bummed, but on the bright side he was a cool old guy, if a bit crazy. What with the sailing over to Mount Vesuvius and all. [insert that line about it being so Vulcanic that it was like, a Vulcan-o from last week's episode of Doctor Who, which would have been better if there were wacky Pliny the Elder hijinks in it]

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So, there are like, these guys who are really into Jesus? They’re calling themselves Christians? And, like, I was just watching some people feed them to lions? And I think that’s, like, totally uncool?

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OMG dolphins!

See what I mean?

(Tonight, when I actually have my copy of the Epistulae on hand, I will add the Latin counterparts of my brazen but more accurate than you might think translations)