Sunday, May 16, 2010

Memer

Phew. That dugnad practically killed me. The director of the preschool is a slave driver and not particularly good and communicated her highly specific and at times contradictory wishes to us grunts. The compulsory socializing afterward I could have done without.

In between battling with E (I don't know what has gotten into that boy, but everything is a constant battle right now), I have been trying to get through some key secondary literature for my book. I read Christian Norberg-Schulz's Nightlands: Nordic Building, which I thought I'd love based on my deep admiration for Christopher Alexander et al.'s wonderful A Pattern Language: Towns, Buildings, Construction (on my short list for desert island reading). I hated it. It's so phenomenological that it just melts into thin air. I've got a book of his essays too, and I'm hoping that I'll find something of interest there, but this one was a real disappointment. And nary a word about cabins!

Nina Witoszek's Norske naturmytologier. fra Edda til økofilosofi, however, is anything but disappointing. It is one of the most exciting books I've come across in a long time. She circles around so many issues that are central to my cabin book project. So far I've only read the introduction, and I've taken so many notes on it that it's clear I need my own copy. I've already ordered it! She starts out by introducing Richard Dawkins' concept of the meme, and it struck me that this is the perfect approach to the cabin in Norway. I've been thinking all along of using Michel Foucault's notion of the heterotopia as a way of describing how the cabin functions, but that has turned out to be a bit of a dead end, since Foucault doesn't really take the concept very far theoretically. The meme, on the other hand seems to encompass so much of what I want to explore with the cabin. Here's the classic quote from Dawkins:
What, after all, is so special about genes? The answer is that they are replicators. [...] I think that a new kind of replicator has recently emerged on this very planet. It is staring us in the face. It is still in its infancy, still drifting clumsily about in its primeval soup, but already it is achieving evolutionary change at a rate that leaves the old gene panting far behind.
The new soup is the soup of human culture. We need a name for the new replicator, a noun that conveys the idea of a unit of cultural transmission, or a unit of imitation. 'Mimeme' comes from a suitable Greek root, but I want a monosyllable that sounds a bit like 'gene'.  I hope my classicist friends will forgive me if I abbreviate mimeme to meme. If it is any consolation, it could alternatively be thought of as being related to 'memory', or to the French word même. It should be pronounced to rhyme with 'cream'. 
Examples of memes are tunes, ideas, catch-phrases, clothes fashions, ways of making pots or of building arches. Just as genes propagate themselves in the gene pool by leaping from body to body via sperms or eggs, so memes propagate themselves in the meme pool by leaping from brain to brain via a process which, in the broad sense, can be called imitation. If a scientist hears, or reads about, a good idea, he passed it on to his colleagues and students.  He mentions it in his articles and his lectures.  If the idea catches on, it can be said to propagate itself, spreading from brain to brain.  As my colleague N.K. Humphrey neatly summed up an earlier draft of this chapter: '... memes should be regarded as living structures, not just metaphorically but technically. When you plant a fertile meme in my mind you literally parasitize my brain, turning it into a vehicle for the meme's propagation in just the way that a virus may parasitize the genetic mechanism of a host cell. And this isn't just a way of talking -- the meme for, say, "belief in life after death" is actually realized physically, millions of times over, as a structure in the nervous systems of individual men the world over.'
Here's how Witoszek paraphrases Dawkins, which is the passage that got my ideas rolling:
Kort sagt er memer karismatiske bilder, fortellinger, melodier og ritualer som forplanter seg gjennom flere generasjoner i forskjellige kulturelle tekster, former og genrer. De kan bli skapt anonymt a et samfunn, en gruppe eller en skoleretning, eller av en enkelperson. (14)
That may not seem very useful to you, but to me it's thrilling because it accounts for how things like cabins signify and how their signification can change over time, as well as the ideological and identity-building work they do within a culture. The funny thing is, I've been hearing about this "meme" thing a lot on the internet over the past year, without really understanding it, or its implications for my research. I guess that means I'm not particularly open to receiving memes?

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Studentene mine...

Over the years I've had some pretty cool students. I'm delighted that some have maintained contact with me. Here's a good example. Look! How cute! My former student wearing his OS-mössa, rather randomly in Switzerland:

Can't believe he went along with my request for an embarrassing picture of him wearing it. He's off to graduate school in the fall (sucker!). Is the two-headed turtle somehow symbolic of that? I'm now expecting to see pictures of him in the hat rolling in from random places on a regular basis, kind of like those photographs of garden gnomes from around the world in the movie Amelie. (Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying you're a gnome, Marcus.)

Yesterday I had another day of cranking through small but complicated and important tasks. I wrote two letters of recommendation for my PhD student. Now that his dissertation has been approved it's much easier to write compelling rec. letters.

Then I finished a book review, which was a really tricky task. In some ways I really agree with the book, but I found it very poorly conceptualized and thus difficult to evaluate. Seeing a book like that scares the crap out of me in relation to my own book--I have good ideas too, but what if I don't pull it off? What if I majorly misrepresent the secondary literature like the author of this book has?

Today we have to participate in that most Norwegian of activities, a dugnad at E's preschool. I really like dugnader, at least in principle, and am happy to perform tasks for the common good. I'm less excited about the party afterward, since that means I may have to socialize with people. Oh no!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Søvn

Wow, this was a weird day. I woke up exhausted and totally unmotivated to go to work. But I dutifully started the day going, getting E up (did a 5 am potty run, then let him sleep until about 8:30) and making oatmeal. KE wandered into the kitchen while we were eating and I asked him if we were running late. He looked at me funny and said "Det er Kristi himmelfartsdag i dag, Ellen!" as if I should know that. Setting aside the fact that the name of this holiday is utterly ridiculous, it struck me as hilarious that KE of all people would dress me down for not knowing that it was the Day of the Ascension, and that--yup, you guessed it--everything in Norway is closed today, including the stores, the preschool, and my job. I celebrated by going back to bed and more or less sleeping until almost one (E went over to A's to play, so I'm not as irresponsible as I sound). I have no idea why I was so tired, but I apparently really needed the rest.

It has been kind of an intense week. I've been working on my book. I had a meeting with my mentor on Tuesday, where the plan was to present a chapter outline to him, just so I could get a chance to talk through the conceptualization of the book with an educated non-specialist. It turned out to be a super helpful exercise. I spent all day Monday and most of Tuesday working on it, and suddenly seem to have a clear notion of the whats, whys, and hows of this book. Amazing. Then on Wednesday after our last team-taught class of the year, EO and I went out to dinner to celebrate. She very patiently went through the project with me too, and since she's an educated specialist, I got to fine tune some important stuff.

I've also been working my way through an academic book written by an acquaintance of mine. It's a fascinating book published by the same publisher I want for the cabin book, so I've been reading it doubly--both for reviewing purposes (I'm late with a review of it for a journal) and for ideas about what works and what doesn't for a cultural studies historically-informed analysis of how texts function ideologically. The book has some pretty serious conceptual flaws, despite all the interesting information it contains. And as if that isn't enough thinking going on, I've been pecking away at little bits of pieces of the bygdebarn article too. I now have 17 pages of material on it, and am getting close to the point where I can ask someone to take a look at it. Maybe next week.

Meanwhile, the weather is still cold, and I'm in shock over the fact that Syttende mai is this coming Monday. How did that happen? Still waiting for the Jamieson and Smith yarn. I haven't even been getting much knitting done on the Donegal Tweed sweater, not because the cables are hard (they're actually not) but because I've been so tired recently and probably also because I don't really believe in the project--not jazzed about the way it's knitting up, and doubtful that I have enough yarn. Maybe I should abandon it and make this crocheted bag instead? I would use left over Garnstudio Drops Lin yarn in black. Hmmm...

ETA: Here's a picture of the French asymmetrical collar pullover after blocking:

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Brune ting

I finished up the "Pull col asymmètrique" yesterday, and started blocking it this morning. It still needs three buttons on the asymmetrical collar. I had a bit of a panic today, as my yarn for Fulmar has not yet arrived from Jamieson and Smith. I thought momentarily about ripping out the fair isle yoke cardigan, since I'm not totally happy with the fit, but decided instead to pull out the seven remaining skeins of that refried-bean brown tweed yarn that my Mom gave me twenty skeins of. I've already knit two Hourglass sweaters out of it. I did some poking around and discovered a pattern that calls for just that yarn in one of the old Vogue Knitting magazines that I've hung on to:
It's a worsted weight Aran style sweater, so it's a good warm up for Fulmar, I think. If I run out of yarn, I may just rip out the hour glass sweater and cannibalize that, as I'm not totally happy with the short row shaping I did at the neckline. Don't tell me the color looks like poop. I already know that.

Speaking of poop, I just ran across another brilliantly stupid song from Raske Menn that is too ridiculous not to share. Good for developing a broader vocabulary for things like "fart," "poop" and "butt":

Thursday, May 6, 2010

An-be-het-else

I never thought I would say it, but I had a fabulous time at the two-day nynorsk course. I learned a ton, and discovered that despite the fact that I've never formally studied nynorsk I have a pretty significant passive knowledge of the language. Although I made many mistakes, I was actually able to translate documents from bokmål to nynorsk all on my own, and I pretty quickly started to see why things are the way they are. As a non-native speaker of Norwegian, I'm kind of amazed that I was able to pull it off. I started out afraid I'd be kicked out of the course. To be honest, I have never even considered trying to write in nynorsk because it just seemed too much of a stretch, but now I see that it isn't as bad as I had imagined.

The teacher of this course was absolutely fantastic. She really focused on the essentials, and so many things that just seemed random and weird now appear consistent and rational. I can't recommend the course highly enough to any bokmål user who struggles with (or is even just interested in) nynorsk. It was organized by DIFI, so I got to hang out with a bunch of bureaucrats. I felt a little out of place, but thankfully there wasn't a lot of pressure to network or make social connections.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Møkkavær

Today we woke up to a blustery snow storm. I am not happy, to put it mildly. It's May, for goodness sake! For some odd reason I couldn't find my knitting bag last night, and since I had a bunch of left over Garnstudio Drops Eskimo and a crochet hook handy in my basket, I decided to start crocheting a hat rather than get off the sofa to look for my knitting. It's a rough life I lead. Turns out it was a good thing I did because it was so frigid on the way to work this morning that I really needed a toque. This one turned out better than nearly all my previous sorry attempts at making a warm hat for myself. Here it is:

It's supposed to be one-color with pompoms, but I'm not much of a pompom person (no surprise there), and I ran out of the rust. Luckily, there's a change in the pattern (from DC to SC) right where I ran out, so it seems almost natural to switch colors there too. It fits really well and is warm, though not the most attractive thing in the world. It's Drops number 93-36.

Today was a productive day at work, at least in terms of small nagging tasks. I took a little extra time on the way home to stop off in some clothing stores in Oslo. My clothing situation is becoming critical. Unfortunately, it was incredibly depressing to shop for clothes. There is so little that I even like, or that I think would be flattering and comfortable, and what little that does appeal to me here in Norway ends up being outrageously expensive. I don't know what it is with all the embellishments on women's clothing. Even a simple thing like a pair of jeans here has to have rhinestones or ridiculous heraldic crests on the back pockets. To make matters worse, this season's palette of colors is totally wrong for me. Lots of pastels and navy and cold tones of other colors, or else brilliant lipstick red. None of it works on me. It's a strange experience to walk into a store and feel totally turned off by just the impression that the range of colors makes.

Tomorrow and Thursday I'll be attending a two-day workshop on nynorsk i arbeidet, a crash course on how to improve one's communication in Nynorsk for state employees. I'm one of about 15 participants, and as far as I can tell the only non-native speaker. I'm actually pretty excited about it, though I'm afraid they're just going to kick me out since I've never had any formal training in Nynorsk at all. Should be interesting!

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Kjedsommelighet

Today started out rainy and way too early with a bed-wetting accident (5:45 am), so none of us have been feeling our best. While valiantly washing the dishes, KE rather longingly asked if I had the energy to bake boller, everyone's favorite sweet snack here in Norway. E and I did it together, and it was probably our most successful co-baking adventure to date. We just used the recipe off the flour package:

You can't get any more basic than that--we didn't have enough sugar and were out of raisins, but they were still dangerously good. Here was the first batch:


KE and E ran around outside in the rain for a while until the buns were done, then we watched Jerry Seinfeld's Bee Movie and gorged ourselves.

Saturday is always pizza night at our house, so I roused myself from the sofa long enough to make a pizza dough too, so that's two yeast doughs in one day. Mine turned out yummy:

As you can see, I'm experimenting with the macro lens on my camera. The pizza combination is: spinach, onions, black olives, feta and norvegia cheeses. E didn't feel like having a pizza today, so I introduced him to a silly American food tradition, namely "Pigs in a Blanket." This was not something I ever remember having other than at camp one summer, but I thought it was worth giving it a try, since I had the dough all ready:

I think E thought it was a little weird and kind of pointless, but it entertained him for a couple of minutes, which was really the point.

This morning I finished knitting the front of the Silky Wool pullover and sewed the seams. Here's what it looks like unblocked:

I tried to get the collar started, but I'm afraid I couldn't decipher the French instructions for that. It's on hold while I figure out what to do. Instead, I started on one of the sleeves. I decided to do it in the round (magic loop technique) because that seems to go so much faster, and allows me to avoid extra seaming (even though I really don't mind that...). I'm not super excited about the project, and a little frustrated about the collar, since that's the most important design feature and the whole reason I chose this pattern. I do have a pdf of the Plain and Simple pullover (Veera Välimäki on Ravelry), which has the same type of collar, so I may just follow that instead.

What I'm really excited about is the fact that I finally made a decision about what yarn to use for the Alice Starmore Fulmar pullover, a project I've been anticipating and dreading for nearly a year now. I ended up ordering Jamieson & Smith 2 ply jumper weight yarn in color number 1295. It's super hard to tell what the actual color will end up being (kind of a gray-blue-green heather?), so I'm very anxious for the yarn to arrive in the mail! Here's a really pretty one someone knitted. I'm planning on altering the shaping pretty radically. First of all, I'm planning on knitting in the round and making it much more fitted. I'm definitely going to at least do set-in sleeves, and may even try to convert it to a raglan. This will be my major project of the year.

So yeah, a boring, lazy, relaxing, laid-back Saturday...