A WEE DRAM

Several weeks ago, we spent a pleasant evening eating, drinking and bowling with Spencer and Sarah. When we returned, I offered a nightcap, “a wee dram of scotch”, and etymological curiosity awakened.

Could the ancient small coin of the near east, the drachma, be in some wise related to the (to me) indeterminate liquid quantity of a dram?

The answer is yes, and has its roots in the ancient measurement system we call “English”, but which is very much older than the nation of England. English measure is based on the principle of dual divisibility: each base unit is divisible by even numbers or odds, generally halves and thirds. These measures can be grouped to reflect proportional relationships seen frequently in nature, such as base-eight proportions or base-twelve proportions.

These systems of measurement and proportion were first enunciated in the Mediterreanean basin, probably in response to Egyptian principles of proportion and measure, and were strongly codified though the influence of classical Greek writings, notably Plato and Aristotle, each of who expounds upon principles of “true measure” and harmony in music and by extention to the physical world.

But what about that little glass of scotch?

Turning to The American Heritage Dictonary of the English Language:

NOUN:
1. abbr. dr. a. A unit of weight in the U.S. Customary System equal to 1/16 of an ounce or 27.34 grains (1.77 grams). b. A unit of apothecary weight equal to 1/8 of an ounce or 60 grains (3.89 grams). 2a. A small draft: took a dram of brandy. b. A small amount; a bit: not a dram of compassion.

ETYMOLOGY:
Middle English dragme, a drachma, a unit of weight, from Old French, from Late Latin dragma, from Latin drachma. See drachma.

Aha! “1/8 ounce”; and see DRACHMA! But how big is a shot? Well, a shot is 2 fluid ounces. So a dram is one-sixteenth of a shot. Not a lot. (In usage, it’s clear, it’s really commonly employed to mean about 2 fluid ounces, but’s etymology we’re after here, not usage).

Here’s Vitruvius on the matter (the oddball words are, I believe, an effort to render greek in the browser):

“6. The mathematicians, on the other hand, contend for the perfection of the number six, because, according to their reasoning, its divisors equal its number: for a sixth part is one, a third two, a half three, two-thirds four, which they call divmoiroV; the fifth in order, which they call pentavmoiroV, five, and then the perfect number six. When it advances beyond that, a sixth being added, which is called e[fektoV, we have the number seven. Eight are formed by adding a third, called triens, and by the Greeks, ejpivtritoV. Nine are formed by the addition of a half, and thence called sesquilateral; by the Greeks hJmiovlioV; if we add the two aliquot parts of it, which form ten, it is called bes alterus, or in Greek ejpidivmoiroV. The number eleven, being compounded of the original number, and the fifth in order is called ejpipentavmoiroV. The number twelve, being the sum of the two simple numbers, is called diplasivwn.

7. Moreover, as the foot is the sixth part of a man’s height, they contend, that this number, namely six, the number of feet in height, is perfect: the cubit, also, being six palms, consequently consists of twenty-four digits. Hence the states of Greece appear to have divided the drachma, like the cubit, that is into six parts, which were small equal sized pieces of brass, similar to the asses, which they called oboli; and, in imitation of the twenty-four digits, they divided the obolus into four parts, which some call dichalca, others trichalca.”

Soo… drachmas were divisible by six, although they also derived this from a base-twelve system.

And that’s as far as I’ll take this. I was looking to see if there was a direct connection from the divisions of the drachma to the Spanish coin, the famous “piece-of-eight” from which we get the term “bit”, as in “two-bit word scholar”, but although the usage and practice may be similar, it seems they are separated by a great distance in time and therefore may not share a heritage as do dram and drachma.

DEM BULBS

As I noted on Saturday, Viv and I went to Anacortes and La Conner for part of the weekend, on the first day of the annual Tulip Festival. I’ve just finished processing the photos, and wanted to point out some choice treats.

As we often do in small towns we visit, we dropped by the local Historical Museum (almost never busy at all, often crammed with cool stuff, and frequently featuring genuine old people who have direct personal experience of the events the interesting object are so artfully arranged to illuminate). In La Conner, it’s been built, curiously, at the top of the highest hill in town, overlooking the historical district.

There’s a large parking lot, in which all-day parking is free with the four dollar admission. This beats the two-dollar lots in the lower section of town; I don’t think they have the cool stuff this museum has on display.

I’d suggest enjoying some very scary dolls and old toys including this clown and this excellent rolling lion.

Peruse a copy of a military paper with coverage of the Liberator bomber that crashed into the Empire State Building, with coverage that sounded very, very familiar (read it for yourself in the closeup I made; next image after the paper in the gallery). Marvel at the Eureka Self-locking Tubular Potato Planter, made by Potato Implement Company and featuring the Acme registered trademark. Countless wonders await the whole family, especially if the whole family has managed to avoid having their attention span eroded by the tube.

In town, there’s countless shops playing new-age tootle, peeper and blatt which feature amazing gewgaws that drip or run with water in some sort of homage to our fantastic pallor-enhancing weather. Naturally, such shops draw antique dealers like flies, and the two merchant schools cluster thickly along the banks of the winding oxbows of the river that runs through town. There’s also the excellent La Conner Brewing Co, where we ate a tasty lunch.

Once you’re out on the open plat, (all the country roads run straight and at right angles to one another), there are many, many flat fields. Most are green. A few featured flowers that were actually in bloom, but we were kinda early.

We did find an Art Show, entitled, in the creatively-fulfilling manner of art committees everywhere, “Art In A Pickle Barn“, which pretty well sums it up. I didn’t see anything that got me all worked up except for the very interesting rusted and dusty machine sitting in a back corner of the room. It looked to me like a corn-processing machine, but what the hell do I know about farming? I wanted to take pictures of it, but defeated myself due to the “No cameras” sign posted at the entrance to the Art Show.

Finally, we got a hot tip that there was color out at “Tulip Town”, which is where the experience I recounted in Saturday’s entry occurred, and indeed, where we finally got some money shots. All in all a pleasant spring outing.

http://www.tulipfestival.org/

http://www.skagitart.org/

http://www.skagitcounty.net/offices/historical_society/index.htm

http://www.brewpubexplorer.com/laconner2.html

the Velvet Underground

I recently picked up the VU bootleg tapes release, The Quine Tapes and have been enjoying it since. Scott Colburn of Gravelvoice a long, long time ago gave me a tape of some bootlegs from the 1966 “Exploding Plastic Inevitable” tour, and I have always loved the sounds on it; long droning screechy free-improv rock.

While “White Light, White Heat” features something like this, the live stuff is infinitely better, more listenable. Longform rock is always best when it’s a trance-inducing hypnotic loop of indeterminate virtuosity – if there’s no display of prowess to celebrate or focus on, the listener is forced inward.

Lou Reed’s fantastically simple and solid songwriting is also a huge influence on Dale Lawrence of the Gizmos and the Vulgar Boatmen, the most influential musician of the Southern Indiana rock scene of my youth.

Vulgar Boatman discussion group
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/vulgarboatmen/

Dale’s label
www.nonostalgia.com

Gulcher Records (Gizmos reissues)
cdstreet | Gulcher Records

HOWDY, NEIGHBOR!

Vivian and I went to Anacortes and La Conner this weekend, to attend a friend’s somewhat-spur-of-the-moment wedding reception. This weekend also happened to be the opening salvo in the annual “Tulip festival” in that area of the state.

It’s where all of New England’s fall colors come back to us every year, after the end of winter. I can’t imagine the shipping arrengements; it must be horrendous.

On my left, as I took the lovely postcard view above, was a not-yet-in-bloom planting of tulips which will provide a lovely american flag, probably before the end of the week. Standing guard over this patrotic flowerbed? Naturally, Lady Liberty.

All around me?

  • A five person family of subcontinental Indian cultural and physical features, speaking a language I didn’t understand and driving a giant BMW SUV.
  • Three persons of East African appearance and language posing for a picture with the statue and the flowers.
  • The two Middle-Eastern gentlemen who run the espresso hut conversing quietly in Arabic, while their be-chadored wives did the same.
  • No other persons of clearly northern european descent or obviously native english speakers anywhere within one hundred feet (or more – I didn’t get out a tape measure)

It made me feel patriotic, in my own fashion, and happy to notice it.

Gene Wolfe, part two

After the “Book of the New Sun”, Wolfe went on to write many other books, including the undeservedly obscure “Soldier of the Mist” and “Soldier of Arete“, historically rigorous novels of a wandering mercenary in Greece at the time of the wars recounted in Homer. The soldier, who is nameless, has the same brain problem that the Guy Pearce character had in “Memento”, and keeps track of events in the world by keeping a journal.

These books reawakened my interest in classical culture and led me to read a great deal more about Greek and Roman history, and in the end to a deep appreciation of the surviving Greek plays, literature, and philosophy. A year or two ago Viv and I saw a fantastic production of the Odyssey, as a play, which KICKED my ASS! I laughed, I cried: it was a gift from God. I certainly would never have been interested if not for these books.

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ASTOUNDING! ASTONISHING!

Jethro Burns Mandolin Lessons: FOUR CD’s worth, all free for the taking, in MP3 format.

Truly, the internet provideth all things.

“Jethro? Who dat?”

Homer and Jethro

Jethro Burns was one of America’s great masters of the mandolin. I’m aware that only about three of you are mando players (if you’ll indulge my self-delusion and permit me to call what do with the instrument “playing”), but take my word for it: the only cooler mando lesson find out there would be Bill Monroe doing the same thing.

I’ve been lax concerning matters mandolin hereabouts; I promise, I’ll fix it shortly.

April Fool's Roundup

This came in on tidbits-talk, and I felt it was useful!

Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2002 07:42:37 -0500
To: “TidBITS Talk”
From: “Derek K. Miller”
Subject: Re: Other good April Fools jokes

April Fools pranks are easy to miss, even if you’re looking for them. So for those who are interested, a friend and I compiled a number of this year’s into this list.

It’s far from exhaustive, but it’s entertaining nevertheless. Some may only make sense if you’re a gamer or Linux-head, as my friend is. (The TidBITS ones were included too, of course. I noted that we had a “Microsoft settles” April 1 joke in 1999 as well.)

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And from when jokes go wrong….

A bunch from About.com
Google powered by pigeons; Netscape Open Directory now Gates Open Directory; Dubya proclaims “Free Lunch Day” and cancels 2004 election; “Puppy Bowling” is England’s latest fad sport; April Fool’s Day parade will include land mines.
A bunch from SiliconValley.com
Non-profit consultant hires ex-Enron chief Ken Lay and Andersen as accountant; run eBay for a day or visit the eBay Ayn Rand store; Red Herring profiles Failure Inc.; Burger King changes name to Chicken King, etc.


Derek K. Miller – Writer, Editor, Web Guy, Drummer, Dad
Vancouver, Canada – dkmiller@###.com
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SPRING, FINALLY

Today is a glorious bright spring day; not a cloud in the sky, the sun is shining brightly, and the air smells like flowers. I actually LEFT THE HOUSE this morning. I went to Seattle Central to withdraw from my pre-calculus class, which is being taught by someone who should have been a mean football coach and certainly will not be MY instructor (I wanted to go up to him after class and shout “YOU’RE FIRED!”).

Here are some of the things I learned.

I cannot get a cash or check refund, only a credit back to my credit card for about 75% of the amount paid, even though I’ve already paid off my credit card. What say you they charge me about 25% of the remainder for me to get my hands on the stinkin’ dough?

There are many, many, many vacant businesses up and down Broadway, the main shopping drag in my nabe.

People will chip in with up to eight cents when in a cash register line to complete a purchase.

Capitol Jewelry and Loan has no strap buttons handy, but does have a 1-channel hard disk recording interface available for $149, which until a couple weeks ago might have sounded like a good deal. now it does not. Especially when I saw a Mackie 16-channel powered board right next to it for about $600.

There are “FOR RENT” signs EVERYWHERE.

The Henry Branch of the Seattle Public Library is currently a big hole in the ground.

Both Rolling Stone and Maxim feature a cover of [insert one-word female popstar name here] over a similar tagline: how [insert one-word female popstar name here] “Seduced America”, which makes me think they must be running out of trained chimps in the headline writers’ guild again. Additionally, apparently the grey in my hair provides some sort of memory impairment field since I can’t recall ever hearing of any of the acts that grace the covers of the music mags I glimpsed.

I saw a nice article in a mag called ‘baseline’ about razor-blade package art from 1900 to about 1950 by Steven Heller, whom I vaguely know online from the graphics list. The art was lovely.

Finally I concluded that I must communicate with Mr. Goldstein about concatenating our drivel and compounding the offense by actually comitting it to paper in the “Zine” form, as it is popularly called among the fashion-forward youth of today. Zounds! I must propose it forthwith.

We could include popular novelty items, such as trading cards, as well as the much-beloved subscription-assurance device known in the trade as “comics”.

TIME TRAVEL and its' discontents.

I awakened this morning to the familiar voice of Susan Stamberg introducing a feature on one of my favorite places in the world – San Francisco’s Musée Mécanique, apparently in danger of closing. As the piece continued it became clear that the possible closure would most likely be temporary, due to a two-year refurb of the building that contains it today, the Cliff House, a turn-of-the century shoreline tourist spot now owned by the National Parks Service.

Just across a plaza there’s another excellent thing, the Camera Obscura, a dark room into which the inverted image of the surrounding seascape and coast is shone using a very old, completely non-powered lens and prism arrangement.

Together, the two venerable survivors of the first part of last century provide an opportunity to experience a bit of time travel: to the turn of the century, on the one hand, and into the renaissance on the other.

There are some other physical locations in the United States where, by some sheltering fortune a relic has survived, hidden from the scouring, buffeting winds of commerce. I believe I’ll initiate an occasional series on ones I know of, or, in many cases, knew of.

Tops on that list is Chicago’s once-wondrous, now sadly diminished, MUSEUM OF SCIENCE AND INDUSTRY. Featured under construction in the wholly amazing “Jimmy Corrigan, Smartest Kid on Earth” by Chris Ware, the incredibly huge building was erected in the 1890s for the World’s Columbian Exposition, used for a few years and left to rot.

Restored in a building campaign intended in part to compete with the New York World’s Fair of 1939, MSI benefited from the commercial failure of the Fair by hiring many exhibit designers, and, I very strongly suspect, by purchasing entire exhibits when the Fair was closed and dismantled in 1941.

When I was a child, great hunks of the museum remained devoted to these paint-cracked and dust-covered displays of differential gear types and such astounding wonders of modernity as varieties of plumbing pipe. These displays often featured hectoring, optimistic all-capital labels earnestly illuminating the inevitable march of progress via raised, wooden Futura-font type.

My personal favorite was the little room off one of the stairs into which one stumbled upon discovering the floor had been faceted in many crazy angled slabs. These slabs simulated random motion, as though the room were being turned and rocked this way and that – architectural cubism!

The impetus for such a wonder of danger and insanity? Why, look out the window! there’s the GIANT HEAD OF PAUL BUNYAN, his 24″ eye-globes rumbling and clacking llleft, then rrright, as he surveys the interior of the little cabin he holds aloft and its’ ever changing cast. (Sadly, this small drawing was the only image or descriptive link I could find on the web commemorating this work of genius.)

Ah, now, that’s what I look for in an educational institution. Propaganda and wonders.

Today, as you can probably tell from the home page of the Museum, such transmissions from our ancestors are largely suppressed in favor of multimedia displays and computer labs.

They still have a bunch of really, profoundly excellent and troubling educational displays, however. Just the sort of thing you’d hope to see in an empire – the booty of war, in the form of a captured world war two U-Boat, and the curious physical features of the underclass (note: sarcasm, irony employed in this sentence) on display in the form of sliced human cadavers, er, “donated” by two persons of African heritage after their deaths in the 1940s, as the museum was opening.

The body slices are in many ways the most fascinating thing in the museum, being of genuine educational value from an anatomical perspective – they’re absolutely fascinating – and, in my opinion, of greater, if offensive, educational value from a socioeconomic perspective. Let’s hope that no one in Chicago ever realizes the education in reality that hundreds of that city’s public school students obtain as they giggle and squawk before the nameless decedents’ imperfectly preserved slabs.

Oh, geez, how could I forget? I picked up my favorite baseball cap of all time here: a green cap with a navy bill and the classic NASA meatball logo direct-embroidered on it. I lost it due to exhaustion brought on from an absurd commute I had at my last job – I live in Seattle, the job was in Scotts Valley, California. I must admit, I still resent the loss.


San Francisco’s Musée Mécanique

the Cliff House

Camera Obscura

Chicago’s MUSEUM OF SCIENCE AND INDUSTRY

Miscellaneous Chris Ware at Pantheon:

Cut and Paste Paper Toys (scroll down to the bottom of the page).

Amazing Flash Adaptation of the Corrigan Diagram: requires Flash 4

THe GIZMOS: an open letter to Aaron Cometbus

(this bounced, from the email address below. I thought, gee, what the heck?)

To: aaron@cometbus.com
From: Mike Whybark
Subject: on the off chance that this works…
Cc:
Bcc:
X-Attachments:

Once, long ago, Aaron wrote about walking around Indianapolis trying to find people who knew about a band called the Gizmos that had released a song, “I like the Midwest” on the compliation LP “Red Snerts”.

Well, he didn’t find anyone then, but the zine eventually found me, and I had a ton of unreleased material by the band on a tape that was informally known as “the Gizmos Story”.

I meant to send it along, but I’m lame.

Flash forward ten or more years, and the label, Gulcher, that released the original Red Snerts is re-releasing old material and adding on lots of new stuff too.

The first 2 CDs by the Gizmos that Gulcher released are records by a completely different band than the band Aaron once wrote about. They’re interesting, but not my cup o’ tea. Each CD has an exhaustive booklet about this version of the band, due to the band’s surprisingly widespread exposure at the time of the initial record’s release.

The next 2, “The Midwest can be Allright” and “Never mind the Gizmos Here’s the Gizmos” are by the band I love. The first of these two (which features the “official” title of that midwest song) is six or seven songs recorded in 1980 just before the band broke up. “Never Mind” includes all the other released material by this incarnation of the band – from a 1978 EP to the half-album “Hoosier Hysteria” with maybe another track or two. Neither of these CDs has much in the way of written material included.

Gulcher will be selling another CD of unreleased late-period Gizmos material soon, “Real Rock n Roll Don’t Come From New York”.
You can reach Gulcher at gulcherrecords@aol.com.

Dale Lawrence, the late-period band’s primary songwriter, eventually went on to co-lead the Vulgar Boatmen (another band with very complex backstories), and currently (with Jake Smith and Freda Love of the Mysteries of Life) is involved with a label project, www.nonostalgia.com, which will be releasing a Vulgar Boatmen restrospective “soon”.

I hope you eventually see this note.