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2021
September
20

Fraternities and sororities

Some advice I injected into a conversation between undergraduates on Facebook. Kappa Delta is the sorority they were already talking about, and I use it only as an example — I don't have any detailed knowledge of it.

As an old retired professor I will just say this. Your diploma will not say Kappa Delta. Your employers will not care about Kappa Delta.

Your diploma may say Magna Cum Laude and impress employers if you stay focused on why you are really here.

A university is not primarily a network of exclusive social clubs. Join one if you want, but don’t imagine it marks you as anything more than just a member of a social club.

And I'll say something even grumpier. My impression as both a student and as a professor was that fraternities and sororities don't put people in the mainstream of university life. They keep them out of it. They take up your money and time and keep you from doing other things.

My wife's best friend from elementary school was at UGA the same time she was. She was hoping to reconnect, but no — this girl was totally immersed in a sorority, and in four years my wife never set eyes on her.

Most of you know that I also have moral qualms about exclusive social clubs that vote people in or out. The boundaries of a circle of friends should always be fuzzy.

2021
September
19

A plethora of third-tier music

Further to what I said about third-tier music and exploring the huge collection of audio recordings Melody gave me, I've come upon Francis Pelletier's videos of the top 100 (or sometimes 250) hits of every year. While the top 40 songs of any particular week are mostly quite forgettable, many of the top 100 of a whole year have enduring value, or at least are memorable. They are excellent for recalling to memory the songs you heard but then forgot about.

Here are my thoughts after listening through the 1970s:

  • I noticed popular music the most in 1970, 1971, and 1972. That's when I was in high school, and I heard the local top 40 station in the car with my family, and also heard many of the best vocals on WSB-FM, which was piped into Valdosta by the cable TV company, and favored instrumentals but not exclusively.
  • I also think the hits of 1970-72 covered a wider variety of music than later on, and more of the songs became classics. (We're certainly still hearing them.) Around 1973-75 the Top 100 shifted toward hard rock, then started to shift back. That is the time when I was not listening to as much popular music (too busy with international travel, college, etc.). But my impression on listening to those years just now is that the music just wasn't as varied, nor as good.
  • In the 1976-77 school year I had an FM radio in my car and heard a lot of popular music. It was more varied than in 1973-75, but that doesn't mean I liked it better. Instead of The Carpenters, etc., we got songs like "Blinded by the Light" and "Afternoon Delight," both of which I can do without for several more decades. (Can you imagine how embarrassing it could be if "Afternoon Delight" came on the radio while one had a lady in the car? And from mid-1976 on, I often did, namely Melody. I kept the radio turned off.)
  • After 1977 I was away in graduate school and heard much less popular music, but my impression is that a good many of the songs didn't deserve a lot of attention anyway. Some did, of course; Dan Fogelberg came on the scene, and other good performers, but "Top 40" or "Top 100" was a much less unified category than it used to be, as popular music quite properly matured and split into more genres.

I do plan to listen through the 1970s again and make a playlist of songs I want to hear again. There are quite a few.



Music 50 years ago:
When Ferrante and Teicher had a tiger by the tail

The twin pianos of Ferrante and Teicher were an important part of the instrumental music scene in the 1960s and 1970s. Their performances ranged from sublime ("El Condor Pasa") to amusing (Bach's "Minuet in G"). Most of their instrumentals were show tunes, and four times, they made the U.S. Top 40, competing with rock-and-roll vocals.

One of those was a 1969 song called "Midnight Cowboy," named after a movie with the same title. It was extremely popular, as it should be — it's a good piece of music.

Now for the tricky part. Most people who liked the song knew that it had to do with a movie, but they didn't know much about the movie. Even when lyrics were added to the song later, they only said something vague about a man's dashed hopes, nothing about how they got dashed.

In fact, Midnight Cowboy was an X-rated movie about a would-be male prostitute. (Rated X for sexual topics, not for pornography.) I never saw it. Neither did anybody I knew, although it did get critical acclaim and an Oscar.

As far as I can tell, the song was more popular than the movie, and that's the problem. Ferrante and Teicher apparently realized that if the movie became better known, the song would lose sales because most of their clean-living, conventional fans wouldn't want to support an X-rated movie.

So their Midnight Cowboy album — although the title is prominent — makes no explicit mention of the movie on its jacket. It has a picture that includes a man in a cowboy hat, but you can't really tell what he's doing, and I have no idea if it's from the movie.

The tactic worked. Apparently, much of the public thought the movie was an obscure western. That's certainly what I thought when I bought the album in ninth grade, and I didn't get any flak for it. And I enjoyed the music, which is not corrupting in any way that I can tell.

This misconception was widespread enough, in fact, that I once heard "Midnight Cowboy" used as background music for a narration about a little boy dreaming about cowboys. Cultural literacy check, anyone?

2021
September
18

Short notes

What I got for my birthday: A new Carrier air conditioning system for the home office (upstairs). It works exactly like the old one. For security reasons I asked for a conventional thermostat, rather than the one I was offered, which had voice recognition (a security hazard) and Wi-Fi (another security hazard).

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Farewell, old bank: The place where I opened my first checking account (as a freshman in September 1973) is no longer a bank. It actually closed in March, but I wasn't aware of it.

Founded as The National Bank of Athens (which, for my foreign readers, I should explain means "Nationally chartered bank of Athens, Georgia"), it was First National Bank of Athens by the time I met it. Later, through mergers, it became Trust Company Bank of Atlanta, then SunTrust, and now Truist. This latest merger combines it with a BB&T bank just down the street, and this is the one they chose to close.

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48 years: This date in 1973 was my first day of classes at the University of Georgia, perfectly timed because the previous day was the last day of my trip around the world. More about that some other time.

2021
September
14

1000000 years old?

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It's in binary numbers, of course. A computer geek only turns 64 once, and I couldn't miss this opportunity...



Short notes

Stephen's birth announcement has been updated and includes his picture.

For the past 8 days I've had bronchitis. I got a COVID test and it came back negative, but I still cough too much to be welcome in most public places. It also sapped my strength; I'm just now getting to where I can do a normal amount of work from home. When I'll be back in the office, I don't know.

2021
September
11

An ancient Greco-Roman popular song?

Tim Whitmarsh, of Cambridge University, has done an interesting study of a short poem or song that was widely inscribed on jewelry in the second or third century (see also this news release, with a picture). We don't actually know if it was sung as a song, or just recited as a poem.

What's noteworthy is that it's the first known example of poetic meter as we now know it — based on stressed syllables — just like modern English poems and songs. All previous Greek and Latin poetry was based on syllable length.

Here's the text in Greek, with transcription into our alphabet, and my translation (not the same as the one in the links). The mark ´ marks the stressed syllables:

Λέγουσιν            Légousin            They say
ἃ θέλουσιν hà thélousin what they want.
λεγέτωσαν legétōsan Let them say it.
οὐ μέλι μοι ou méli moi It doesn't matter to me.
σὺ φίλι με sù phíli me You, kiss me.
συνφέρι σοι sunphéri soi It's good for you.

You can probably imagine this printed on a T-shirt; Melody said she could imagine it being sung by Britney Spears.

The next-to-last line can also be translated "love me." Three spellings, meli, phili, and sunpheri, reflect postclassical pronunciation (-i for -ei). The n in sunpheri looks like a hypercorrection; classically, it began with sumph-, which is almost certainly how the poet pronounced it, but maybe the poet or a scribe thought that was a sloppy pronunciation and instead used the spelling of the words it is derived from.

Stress-based meter next turned up in early Christian hymns two or three centuries later. It has long been thought that this must reflect the influence of popular poetry and music rather than the classical tradition, but no one had seen the popular poems. Now we've caught one.

And I'll be tempted to sneak up on Melody and say, "σὺ φίλι με, συνφέρι σοι..."

2021
September
10

My true love gave me 8,700 songs

Some people have been serenaded. Many, including me, have been given phonograph records, tapes, or CDs as birthday presents. But for an early birthday present this year, Melody has outdone all of them. She has given me about 8,700 digitized songs, and, in case that's too many to take on at once, a playlist of her 140 favorites among them.

What she did was put her personal collection of MP3s onto our shared server. Almost all of them were ripped from CDs. If you buy two or three CDs a month for nearly 30 years, as we have been doing, you end up with about a thousand CDs, and maybe twelve thousand songs. Melody has been using a portable MP3 player for about 25 years and gradually ripping all the CDs into computer files. A few of the 8,700 are purchased downloads, but not many.

The CD collection is diverse. Ever since her youth, Melody has been willing to buy an album or CD for just one song on it, or sometimes part of a song — such as a guitar or synthesizer section in a song she otherwise dislikes. She wants to listen to these out of interest even if not enjoyment. And she has long been well aware of something I hadn't fully realized until recently — a band's or singer's best songs are very often not the most popular. A band's "hits" are usually the most distinctive-sounding songs, not the finest. Sometimes the best music comes out when the musicians hastily do something they enjoy, to fill out an album, rather than something calculated to please the public. Some of these pieces are never on the radio; you discover them by buying the album.

Melody is also very much not a "fan." She likes songs, not performers. Sometimes she likes a lot of songs from the same performer. But personal admiration of the performer doesn't enter into it (except maybe for the late Dan Fogelberg, who was consistently good). She is quick to acknowledge faults in even her favorite performers' performances, and certainly in their personal lives. And above all, she looks at rock music from outside, as music to be listened to critically, not as a cultural movement to join, nor even a fashion to conform to.

Back in June I wrote about music that Melody introduced me to, and how her knowledge of 1970s popular music (especially the "soft rock" genre) is much more encyclopedic than mine. Besides the factors I pointed out then — our different approaches, and the fact that I got deeply into classical music earlier — I've realized there's a much more superficial factor: Radio stations.

Melody grew up in the Atlanta area, with its wealth of good radio stations trying to serve audiences with a genuine interest in music. I was a teenager in Valdosta, which had four AM stations, only one of which played rock, and it was strictly Top 40 (or less than 40) for high schoolers. Then, when I came to Athens, for the first 3 years I didn't have an FM radio in the car, nor even a good FM radio at home (nor, in those days, was there good reception of Atlanta from Athens), so the wealth of Atlanta was still unavailable, and, with many other things competing for my attention, I just didn't listen to popular music. That's why Melody discovered Loggins and Messina and other 1970s singers and I didn't. I do recall getting an inkling of what I was missing during an early 1973 trip to Macon, where I discovered a soft rock station unlike anything Valdosta had. But I had so much else going on that summer that I didn't pursue it.

Now she's sharing the wealth with me. So, if you'll excuse me, I have 8,700 songs to listen to... Seriously, I made CDs (of data files) of Melody's top 140 favorites, and in the car, they are like having a customized soft rock radio station. Since these playlists are Melody's own — made for her own use, not to predict what I would like — they are also a way of getting to know her even more deeply.

2021
September
8

Past the fourth peak?

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I note this step in our ongoing war with COVID, a war too many Americans don't want to win, because it is "their right" to refuse masks and vaccination, and "their right" is more valuable to them than other people's lives.

The fourth peak, possibly ending now, is composed almost entirely of unvaccinated people. But because the delta variant of the virus is so contagious, and because the vaccine reduces the risk of symptomatic infection by only a factor of 8 or so, even we fully vaccinated people have to take heavy precautions while the overall infection rate is so high.

COVID is going to persist until everybody is immune to it, or dead. Some are actually saying that old, weak, and handicapped people should be allowed to die off — that it's better for the rest of the population. I am aghast.

I also note that lots of people refuse vaccination because they don't trust modern medicine. But where do they go when they get sick? To a hospital, not a Facebook comment page. Go figure.

2021
September
6

How to get rid of mosquitoes

The last couple of times I've had the telescope out, my yard has been surprisingly devoid of mosquitoes. The cooler temperature may have something to do with it, as well as switching from permethrin to bifenthrin for regular sprayings. But I think I know who deserves most of the credit:

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Right now I have a remarkable infestation of Joro spiders, with maybe ten or twenty webs visible in my yard, and one to five spiders in each web. As long as these creatures are willing to trap and eat mosquitoes for me, I'll let them! Unlike the mosquitoes, the Joro spiders don't voluntarily bite humans (though I'm told they can be provoked). And unlike the local orb-weavers, they build complex, multi-layer webs rather than single layers. Those mosquitoes don't stand a chance!

Athens is near ground zero of the North American infestation of Joro spiders. The first one was found a few years ago in Hoschton, about 25 miles west-northwest of me [corrected]. (Details here.)

2021
September
5

More photography together

The picture of the Watson Mill shoals that I posted yesterday (click here to jump to it) was very well received on Facebook, and we realized it's an example of something Melody and I have been doing ever since our trip to Braselton when she was 17: collaborating on photographs. So we've decided to do a lot more of it!

Toward that end we drove around the south side of Athens yesterday evening. We set out to look at Athens' Civil War monument, which has been moved from downtown to an actual Civil War battlefield, with slightly amusing results. It sits right in the middle of what used to be Timothy Road and is now a short stub left over from construction of the South Bypass, in a spot that I drove over every time I went to work in the late 1980s.

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Construction of the site is obviously not finished, and we did not get a memorable picture of the monument itself, but I did see a sumac plant:

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This one was basically a solo effort by me, using our Nikon D5300.

Then we drove around to find a good place to photograph the sunset, and Melody took the picture, and I then edited it:

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That's our haul from yesterday. We want to do this every few days.

2021
September
3

Watson Mill Bridge in 2021

For Stephen Barrett's birth announcement, which may be updated with additional information, click here.

Last Sunday (August 29), Melody and I went for a drive in Sharon's car to try out the new speakers I had put in, and before it was over we had wandered as far as Watson Mill Bridge State Park (click here for pictures from our 1979 visit).

We didn't bring a DSLR, but I took a few pictures with my iPhone, the last two of which were "creative-directed" (planned and composed) by Melody. Here they are:

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