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In Brighter Flames Arrayed

The title of this blog comes from The Last Words of Copernicus, one of my favorite songs in The Sacred Harp.

Ye golden lamps of Heav’n farewell,
With all your feeble light;
Farewell thou ever changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.
And thou refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames array’d;
My soul which springs beyond thy sphere
No more demands thy aid.

This actually sounds like an anthem for non-believers. Of course, this was really a denouncement of the Pagan celestial gods and a better interpretation is probably more like…

Dear Ra,

Up yours.

xoxo Moses

Especially since  there seems to be some verses that didn’t make it into the current edition of the Harp…

Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode,
The pavements of those heavenly courts,
Where I shall see my God.
The Father of eternal light
Shall there his beams display;
Nor shall one moment’s darkness mix
With that unvaried day.

No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into my eyes;
Nor the meridian sun decline,
Amidst those brighter skies.
There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite;
And each the bliss of all shall view
With infinite delight.

Yet, with only the first verse (which is all that anyone really sings nowadays) it does sound like a denouncement of religion. The imagery of golden lamps of heaven and the sun are now attached to this new religion as well as the old ones. This denouncement is not in the “I hate religion” sense but in the “I can be independently happy without religion” sense, somewhat like Woody Guthrie’s This Morning I Am Born Again. It’s a realization that you don’t really need the established religion to live a full life—not necessarily because you have something better but because that dependence you had just isn’t necessary anymore.

Liberation from the old ways may be what Doddridge intened in his poetry, but did he know that it will one day be taken somewhat out of context and semi-attributed to an astronomer who believed that the refulgent orb of day is the center of our world?

Barack’s Volunteers

Because I’m inching slowly towards the world of filkdom…

Barack’s Volunteers
Sung to the tune of Stan Rogers’ Barrett’s Privateers
Words by Wing L. Mui

Oh the year was two thousand and eight
How I wish that change would happen now!
A beacon of hope came from a man
The blackest candidate we’ve ever seen,
God bless them all!

(Chorus)
I was told we’d walk the streets for American votes,
We’d change the world,
Have no fears,
Now we’re hand in hand on the national mall
The first of Barack’s volunteers.

Barack Obama cried the town
How I wish that change would happen now!
For thousands of men and women who
Would make for him his campaign’s crew,
God bless them all!

(Chorus)

The campaign’s hook was a promising one
How I wish that change would happen now!
He’d help everyone in riches and rags
Bring freedom to the wretches and hags,
God bless them all!

(Chorus)

With the promise of hope we took the streets
How I wish that change would happen now!
We were ninety-one days to the primary
Spreading our message all the way
God bless them all!

(Chorus)

On the very next day we left again
How I wish that change would happen now!
When that bloody Bush’s man came in sight
With our bold courage we made to fight
God bless them all!

(Chorus)

Now McCain’s campaign was loaded with gold
How I wish that change would happen now!
It was rich and fat and loosely played
We overtook them in just two days
God bless them all!

(Chorus)

Then at length we stood ten points away
How I wish that change would happen now!
Our exit polls made an awful din
In the Republican’s hopes of a win
God bless them all!

(Chorus)

The GOP shook and fell to the side
How I wish that change would happen now!
Palin was smashed like a pile of eggs
And Dick Cheney fell and broke his legs
God bless them all!

(Chorus)

So here we are in two thousand nine
How I wish that change would happen now!
It’s been months since we voted that way
And he was made president yesterday
God bless them all!

(Chorus)

Sometimes I Hate My Students

You know, before I left the room, I told my students that I want them to figure out the proof of the irrationality of the square root of 3 and finish proving that the rationals are countable. And when I came back a few hours later? No proofs. All I see were an empty snack carton and these weird things on the desk:

A bird/plane/thing made with zome tools.

A bird/plane/thing made with zome tools.

Some spear-wielding, shield-holding warrior thing.

Some spear-wielding, shield-holding warrior thing.

It's no fun until some zome tools bird thing gets smacked upside the head, right?

It's no fun until some zome tools bird thing gets smacked upside the head, right?

Yeah, zome tools are pretty darn awesome.

Executive Fun

One of the best things about the school where I work at is the lack of final exams. That’s in some sense a lie because we do sometimes use cumulative assessment tools at the end of each semester and that the end of each academic period brings lots of due dates. The important thing is that we don’t have a finals period and the curricula are planned so that nothing requiring a finals period is implemented. Instead of finals, we have a ten day period twice a year where students work on up to two mostly independent projects with the guidance of faculty members. Most of these projects are individual, student-created things while some of them are initiated by the faculty.

Now, we know that this is a great thing for the students. Pedagogically it exercises the students’ executive functions; in normal-speak it means that these projects teach kids how to get stuff done. In its bare essence it’s a time to go do something and have fun with it. It’s a great change of pace from the (arguably too) normal curriculum and the kids get to do whatever they want to, within reason. There are many people who can make eloquent and scientifically sound arguments for this project-based learning idea and explain to you why it’s a great thing for students, so I won’t do it here.

What I do want to do here is write about why it’s a great thing for faculty. This period of independent projects is a very large break from “normal” routines. This is a wonderful thing if you’re like me, who end up doing less work because less supervision is involved. (Some folks, like the drama teachers, spend ten hours a day in rehearsal.) It’s also a time for the faculty to learn; often the existing skill sets and experiences of the faculty isn’t enough to meet the students’ needs. I just had to relearn trigonometric substitutions because a student is doing a project on mathematical models and differential equations, something that I have not touched since the ages of yore. Last year, to help a couple kids out with their project I had to learn the basics of Labanotation and relearn all those wonderful modern dance steps that I’ve forgotten in the last decade.

More importantly, especially for me, it’s a time to experiment with strange, unorthodox, interdisciplinary, short courses that will never make it into a high school (or typical college) curriculum and have a whole bunch of fun; there is a fairly large number of faculty-initiated projects that serve as laboratories on material and teaching methods. We’ve done some pretty weird things; hell, I’ve done some pretty weird things. Sometimes they fall apart, but every time there’s something learned, a lot of fun had, and probably some chocolate eaten.

Really, what I’m getting at is that while it’s pretty awesome to hear “for tomorrow, go read the section in the Player’s Handbook on critical hits and make a spreadsheet that graphs the target armor class against the chance to hit given a fixed total attack bonus” when you’re about to get homework for the day, it’s more awesome so say it.

The Ladies Chained

If you are familiar with contra or square dancing you probably giggled when you first this post or the original web site this came from. If you aren’t, then you probably were expecting to see examples of domestic abuse or erotic photos of damsels in distress. Sorry, neither of those things are available here.

You see, before moving here this blog used to be called The Ladies Chained (I changed the name since I stopped focusing on dancing a while back) and was hosted on the domain name ladieschained.com (which I still have and am trying to do something fun with).

“The Ladies Chained”, or simply “ladies chained”, is a pun on the ladies’ chain, a figure in contra and square dancing. Two couples face each other before performing this figure. The ladies of both couples will eventually end up in the others’ place. Then, depending on what you consider a ladies’ chain should be, they either stop there or “chain back”. That is, they perform the exact same figure to get back to their original starting place.

I’m more familiar with the ladies’ chain as a figure where the ladies just switch place once. Some people call that a half-chain. I think that’s weird. Some people think I’m weird.

The name of the figure, as far as I know, comes from the fact that the ladies begin the figure by extending and holding right hands and forming a chain of two ladies. In certain dances it’s also natural for their partners to “give” the ladies away by pushing them towards each other using momentum from the previous figure. This creates a metaphorical longer chain of gents on the outside and ladies on the inside.

After the ladies grab each other’s hand, they pull each other behind them to switch places. Then it’s the gents’ job to catch the incoming lady. He then wheels her around and puts her gently down where she should be.

Do you want to see a much better description and an animation of the figure? [ http://www.squaredancecd.com/basic/B-18aHeadLadiesChainAcross.htm ]Here is a good square dance description of it. For contradancing, simply remove the side, stationary, couples from the picture.

So, I love the ladies’ chain. It’s more complicated than it seems. Beginners—especially the leaders—usually have trouble with it. Unlike other more complicated figures, though, it’s usually not taught in depth in a mixed level contradance. From a teacher’s point of view, this is the first challenge for an inexperienced contradancer after she learns how to swing.

Stylistically, there are lots that can be done with the ladies’ chain. Around where I dance it’s very common for a leader to twirl a follower multiple times after “catching” her, instead of wheeling her around with a firm and gentle guiding hand nudging her around a wide arc. In fact, the follower usually demands that she be twirled! I like to gauge the style and atmosphere of the dance by how many twirls the average follower demands at the end of a ladies’ chain. A mellow, gentle dance does not have any twirls. A nice, brisk dance has one per ladies’ chain. Eighty percent of the people I dance with at the Guiding Star Grange in Greenfield demand two. I think twirling a woman four times after a chain was my personal record.

Personally, I like two twirls when I follow.

There’s more to it than the twirl after the catch, though. Sometimes the ladies actually twirl towards the center at the beginning. Sometimes they pass each other without touching. Sometimes they hold palms, rotate around their joined palms, then push off each other. But that’s not my favorite bit of the figure.

The way the momentum works, the gent can actually whip very quickly with a twirl after grabbing the incoming lady and twirling her multiple times. This is one of the figures where it’s very easy to make a skirt fly if you’re leading.

Symbolically, there is actually some power play going on here.

Basically, this is a dance figure where men let go of their partners, have them waltz (actually, it takes four beats) to another man who gently embraces them and puts them where the men’s old partners were. Alternatively, the ladies are being twirled vigorously by another man. In most cases, they are enjoying it tremendously.

Who really had the control here? Is it the men letting go and swapping wives? Or is it the women who blissful smile at each other as they walk past each other towards the man the other once danced with? The men, dumbfounded, can only do what instinct tells them to do.

Who really is in chains when the ladies are chained?

You see why this is one of my favorite figures in contradancing? There is so much going on in terms of the basic movement. Layer on top of that all the stylistic nuiances that dancers insert. Above (or below, depending on your point of view) it is a lovely heaping of the emotional energy and platonic, physical sharing that goes on during an exciting social dance.

That, and it makes a nice, naughty pun.