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Sheherezade

I can’t stop watching this clip! I looove the part around 2 minutes where they wrap their bodies around each other, and towards the end when she steps between his legs (perhaps there are ballet terms for these types of movements but I have no clue what they are). I’m always amazed at the shapes these dancers create with their bodies; any moment could be a photograph.

Out of curiosity I’ve been looking up different versions of Sheherezade/Scheherezade – the Michel Fokine ballet (performed by the Kirov Mariinsky ballet above) is the most common, plus there is Suhaila Salimpour’s Sheherezade (no full clips online sadly):

I’m vaguely aware of the story but wiki explains it better:

The frame tale goes that every day Shahryar (Persian: ?????? or “king”) would marry a new virgin, and every day he would send yesterday’s wife to be beheaded. This was done in anger, having found out that his first wife was betraying him. He had killed three thousand such women by the time he was introduced to Scheherazade, the vizier’s daughter.

In Sir Richard F. Burton’s translation of The Nights, Shahrazad was described in this way:

“[Shahrazad] had perused the books, annals and legends of preceding Kings, and the stories, examples and instances of by gone men and things; indeed it was said that she had collected a thousand books of histories relating to antique races and departed rulers. She had perused the works of the poets and knew them by heart; she had studied philosophy and the sciences, arts and accomplishments; and she was pleasant and polite, wise and witty, well read and well bred.”

Against her father’s protestations, Scheherazade volunteered to spend one night with the King. Once in the King’s chambers, Scheherazade asked if she might bid one last farewell to her beloved sister, Dinazade, who had secretly been prepared to ask Scheherazade to tell a story during the long night. The King lay awake and listened with awe as Scheherazade told her first story. The night whiled away, and Scheherazade stopped in the middle of the story. The King asked her to finish, but Scheherazade said there was not time, as dawn was breaking. So, the King spared her life for one day to finish the story the next night. So the next night, Scheherazade finished the story, and then began a second, even more exciting tale which she again stopped halfway through, at dawn. So the King again spared her life for one day to finish the second story.

And so the King kept Scheherazade alive day by day, as he eagerly anticipated the finishing of last night’s story. At the end of one thousand and one nights, and one thousand stories, Scheherazade told the King that she had no more tales to tell him. During these one thousand and one nights, the King had fallen in love with Scheherazade, and had had three sons with her. So, having been made a wiser and kinder man by Scheherazade and her tales, he spared her life, and made her his Queen.

The stories she tells make up 1001 Nights which include stories about Aladdin, Ali Baba and Sinbad the Sailor. Haha, I have too many things going on already so I probably won’t be able to read it for a while, but I love the figure of Shehaheherezadedee, no matter how difficult her name is to spell. An intelligent woman who uses her wit and kindness to win over a king? Unheard of! ;P

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“Scheherazade Went on with Her Story.” Illustration from Arabian Nights (1928) by Virginia Frances Sterret.

Natalie Dee & I might be the same person

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Altered Books

I just dropped a pile o’ books off at the library and according to a huge sign there they are having an altered books competition. I’ve altered a few books before so I’m kind of thinking about entering. The only problem is that whenever I have to think of an idea “for” something I can never come up with anything good! The deadline is 9/26 but I’m going on vacation 9/19 so I need to think fast. :P

I think I will enter. Even if I don’t win anything (and, really, my altered books aren’t that great) it will be fun to participate.

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turing test nobody writes like that media blitz we're done here
i'm very busy and important i am partial to chocolately delight you're so perfectly imperfect forgettable

I’ve been a little snarky lately. I need a vacation. I have to wait until September to go. :(

Maillardet’s Automaton

maillardet's automaton

We went to Philly for a day trip on Saturday. We got a late start so we only had time to go to the Franklin Institute which is actually pretty awesome, although we had also hoped to go to the art museum and/or see the Liberty Bell. Also, did you know the Mutter Museum is in Philly? For some reason I thought it was somewhere else in Pennsylvania. Now that I know it’s in Philly we will definitely go back for a second trip.

Anyway, the point is, Maillardet’s automaton (above) was there. Apparently when it was donated to the Franklin Institute it had been badly damaged in a fire and nobody knew what it was exactly.

When the repairs were completed and the driving motors were set in motion, the Automaton came to life. It lowered its head, positioned its pen, and began to produce elaborate sketches. Four drawings and three poems later, in the border surrounding the final poem, the Automaton clearly wrote, “Ecrit par L’Automate de Maillardet.” This translates to “Written by the Automaton of Maillardet.” Amazingly, the first clue of the true history and identity of the machine had come from its own mechanical memory!

From here. Ha ha creepy. After like 200 years and a fire and the thing still works? They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.

maillardet's automaton

The Franklin Institute’s Automaton has the largest “memory” of any such machine ever constructed—four drawings and three poems (two in French and one in English). Maillardet achieved this by placing the driving machinery in a large chest that forms the base of the machine, rather than in the Automaton’s body.

The memory is contained in the “cams,” or the brass disks… As the cams are turned by the clockwork motor, three steel fingers follow their irregular edges. The fingers translate the movements of the cams into side to side, front and back, and up and down movements of the doll’s writing hand through a complex system of levers and rods that produce the markings on paper.

I can’t even begin to understand how they figured this stuff out. But then I am not a watchmaker or mechanic of any kind, which may have something to do with it.