Woo. And Indeed, Hoo

Congratulations to the Head Girl who just called to tell us she PASSED her Western Civilization CLEP test for a sweet three college credits.

She had intended to take the Macroeconomics test, but after doing the preview test, decided she should wait and take a course in Macroeconomics, and so she switched her CLEP schedule to Western Civ last week.

That’s right- she decided about a week ago to take the Western Civ CLEP, scheduled it during midterms for her regular courses, took the test today and now has those three credits. We are pleased.

Seconds after hanging up the phone with the Head Girl, the Head Grandmother, better known around here as Granny Tea, called, so the Headmistress was able to be, well, the Head Reteller of this fine bit of news.

Granny Tea said that since public school teachers get a bonus when their students do well, she thought the Headmistress ought to get a bonus for having successfully homeschooled the Head Girl from first grade through high school and enabling her to be the sort of student she is. The Headmistress likes the way Granny Tea thinks.

Dare we say that like the Head Girl, she has a good head on her shoulders? We think we do.

We shall now close so that the Headmistress can go dance a joyful celebratory jig.

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It’s about Freedom

Update: See also the Carnival of Freedom for the most recent freedom round-up.

Via Instapundit, a link to a terrific article in the Times, UK, by Gerard Baker, which contains this reminder:

In a speech one month before the start of the Iraq war in 2003, Mr Bush laid out the strategy: “The world has a clear interest in the spread of democratic values, because stable and free nations do not breed the ideologies of murder. They encourage the peaceful pursuit of a better life.”

Thanks also to The Anchoress, who sends us to The Corner – a pleasant corner it is, too, where are reminded that the military name for this war in Iraq has always been Iraqi Freedom.

Freedom is on the march other places as well, and Common Room scholars should be sure to have referenced the Ukraine and Lebanon in their news notebooks (the Deputy Headmistress trusts that the Common Room scholars need no reminders to maintain their news notebooks).

The Headmistress admits to feeling somewhat out of the loop on these events, and offers the following primers and links as possibly helpful for placing them in context. If any Common Room Readers, Gentle or otherwise, can off other sources of information suitable for young maidens to read, the Headmistress would welcome them. She is sure the Young Maidens would also, being the sort of young people who are always yearning to shed the shackles of ignorance (right?).


The Virtual Information Center has a brief Syria Primer.

The Consulate General of Israel to New England has a page of articles and links about Syria and Terrorism.


The Tulip Girl has much worth reading. Specifically, the Headmistress recommends

Ukraine Backgrounder, a link rich post taking you to maps, encyclopedia entries, and more.

A Picture of Ukraine, which quotes an essay by a Ukrainian novelist.

Love, Faith, and Hope in Ukraine, quoting a post from a Ukrainian citizen

Update: March 5, 2005- a current link to the Tulip Girl’s page added.

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Volunteering at the Library

I don’t have much to write, but I’d better write something, hadn’t I?
On Thursdays JennyAnyDots and I volunteer at the library for two hours. This time we only did it for an hour and a half, because we couldn’t find the van keys, and we were terribly late.
Sometimes there are boxes of books that need to be carried up the stairs to where they keep their books for booksales. And sometimes JennyAnyDots and I carry those books UP the stairs. Sometimes, however, two guys who also volunteer there carry them up. They don’t come at a regular time, though, so JennyAnyDots asked the Librarian if we should do it, since it didn’t look like they were going to be there. So we did.
And then, as we were checking out books, guess who I saw? Yup. It was those two guys, and when I told JennyAnyDots, she was very funny. “We carried ALL those books up the stairs, and we didn’t have to!” Me: “Well, you did offer.” Her: “Yes, but- we didn’t have to! They could have done it!” Me: “You were the one who-” Her: “I know, I know.”
And now we can look forward to carrying those books back down the stairs in early April, as we are going to be helping with the booksale. And buying books, the Headmistress would like to add. Hopefully we will not have to do it (carry the boxes, that is) by ourselves, as there are a LOT of books up there.

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Tales of the Wild

Headgirl is in the shower, Equuschick is cleaning the kitchen, and she hears a cry of some sort coming from the bathroom. It sounds like this-“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOaaaaahooohhhhhhhh!” She is concerned. She knocks on the door and says, with the sense of a sister who knows her older sister very well, “Is there a spider in there?” “Yes!” (Pitifully.) “Would you like me to kill it for you?” “Normally I could do it myself, but I’m in the shower and he’s BIG,and he was hiding under that washcloth,and he’s been watching me the WHOLE TIME.” (At this point, Equuschick positively hears the Headgirl shuddering.) So she enters the bathroom, picks up some tissue paper, and heads for the spider. It is rather large, and she tells Headgirl that “these are the times it’s hard for me to kill them, when they’re big like that it makes them all the more alive, and all the more dead when you kill them, and I feel bad.”


She kills it. And thus another innocent spider loses his life at the hands of the Equuschick. Touch not these hands of mine, they are stained with the blood of a harmless spider.

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Art and Meaning

Over at Evangelical Outpost Joe Carter is writing about Art, toilets, and Christians. (Try this link instead, love wayback machine!) He tells us that

“Last December, 500 arts specialists in Britain agreed that the single most important work of art in the 20th century was Marcel Duchamp’s ‘Fountain.’ “

Duchamp’s “Fountain” is, the Headmistress is sorry to say, a plumbing fixture usually found attached to the wall in the mens’ bathroom- and she does not mean the sink. The Headmistress does not say this in a critical spirit. She is not using metaphor or simile. She does not say that the “Fountain” reminds her of a plumbing fixture. She does not say that ‘Fountain’ is about as inspiring as a plumbing fixture (in her view, it is rather less inspiring, as the said plumbing fixture in its proper place and time serves a valuable purpose). She does not even say that this piece looks like a plumbing fixture attached to the wall in the mens’ bathroom (although it does). She merely identifies it in the same factual sense that one would identify any other noun. This is my toe, that is a table, the thing upon which she types these posts is a computer. That is the emperor who has no clothes. “Fountain,” by Duchamp, is a urinal, and not even a particularly lovely one.

Joe Carter, no slouch he, notices this, too. Like Beatrice, he can see a church by daylight. He has several things to say about this, including,

“To the untrained eye, Duchamp’s “Fountain” looks like nothing more than a discarded urinal with a name painted on the side. But once we know the theory behind the piece (re: associating art with non-art subverts the traditional bourgeois artistic values) we can recognize that the creative process is the important thing. It won’t help us to appreciate the “art work” – it is, after all, still a urinal – but it will allow us to appear sophisticated and “in the know.” Definitely not bourgeois.”

And he draws a conclusion:

“And so this is the situation we find ourselves in at the beginning of the 21st century: the visual arts are in the toilet.”

He also has some good ideas about what Christians should do about this. Go ahead and read the rest of his post, and then come back. The Headmistress will wait- for a moment.

Back now?

We look forward to Joe’s ideas about where we should go from here. Meanwhile, we have some observations of our own to add to the conversation.

Joe refers to Francis Schaeffer, a wonderful philosopher and theologian, author of How Should We Then Live, amongst other things. The Headmistress highly recommends his books. Schaeffer says that as far back as renaissance art, there was a trend toward increasingly meaningless art.

The Headmistress believes that Edgar Degas, the late 19th century impressionist painter, tacitly acknowledged this in a remark he made about how times had changed. He said that Rembrandt painted ‘Susannah Bathing,’ whereas he just painted “Woman in a Tub.”

Schaeffer and others have noted that in the past, great artists were trying to communicate, and artist and viewer met in the middle. An inability to understand the meaning behind a work of art might be seen as failure on the part of the artist to communicate his message. Now, it seems that all the work must be done by the viewer. If the viewer does not agree with the artist or does not guess properly what the artist is communicating, than the viewer is a stupid, provincial, redneck who should probably have stayed home and watched a sit-com. The artist has little or nothing to say, or if he does, he looks down condescendingly upon his public, and encodes his meaning or couches it in insulting terms, expecting the public to guess at his meaning without any shared dialogue. Indeed, since even the artist’s words have no standard meanings, the viewer can only guess.  This means there is no reason to suppose the viewer who thinks a work is worse than meaningless cannot reasonably be condemned as hopelessly out of touch and rather a stick in the mud, but it isn’t often this contradiction occurs to those who think a toilet or a white canvas are magnificent works of art.

In an 1994 edition of Arts & Antiques magazine, the Headmistress found the following quote which illustrates her point:

“Catherine Howe paints pictures that attack the male chauvinism inherent in abstract expressionism. Says the artist,’I’m purposefully misinterpreting it
so I can take this great American painting genre and use the parts I want-
simultaneously referring to it and contradicting it.’ … “I’m trying to open up possibilities of meaning.'”

She does not know what the gentle reader makes of this, but the Headmistress, having referred to it, would now like to contradict it- she does not see that male chauvinism is inherent in abstract expressionism ‘-dismiss it, and move on to another illustrative quote from the same magazine:

“Sean Landers’s works may at first seem a bit self-centered. Whether they are personal ramblings done on yellow legal pads-

[The Headmistress is dismayed that she never thought of this. Perhaps she could have paid for her yearly homeschooling and book purchases with her personal ramblings on white notebook paper- or is it only personal ramblings on yellow notebook paper that are ‘art?’],

or green ceramic leprechauns that allude to his Irish ancestry… or videos that record the narcissistic presentation of the artist’s nude body, all the pieces are autobiographical and reveal aspects of the artists neuroses.

[Headmistress: Emphasis added: Please do note that *All* the pieces are *autobiographcal.* That’s important. The Headmistress assures you that readers will see the significance of this momentarily]

It’s almost as if Landers takes on different roles, as an actor portraying different characters does. “It all depends on my psychological state at the time the work is made,” the artist says. “Even though the whole thing is autobiographical,

[ Headmistress: there’s that word ‘biographical’ again]

if you met me in real life you’d see that I have none of these traits

[The Headmistress goggles. She gasps. She closes her agape mouth, realizing that this is a most unattractive and unlady like pose. She asks, “what?! NONE of the traits in this autobiographical body of work are actually, um, biographical??? What does the artist mean by the word ‘autobiographical? If he meant something else, why would he not have used that word? The Headmistress wishes that she played the guitar and had written great works of literature. Is it true to autobiography to tell you that she has actually done those things?].

Even people who know me don’t recognize me in the work. I’m trying to get
people to like me.”

This. Is. Sad. Indeed, the Headmistress suspects that this artist was not homeschooled and would have benefited from the experience.

As she stated earlier, the Headmistress looks forward to reading more of Joe’s thoughts on the future of art. Meanwhile, after she has given the Gentle Reader time to think on these things, get a cup of coffee, speak to the progeny, and feed the dog, she will share some ideas on art and the education of the young.

Please join us later for more of this topic.




These two ‘tailors’ showing the emperor an empty loom were just ahead of their time.  Not con artists, merely artists, and the loom was an early piece of installation art.

See also:

This story of the art critics who selected a stand for display, rather than the work of art the artist had placed on the stand- and then defended it.

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