Sunday, September 23, 2012

Trip photos: More New Brunswick

I was tempted to call this "the rest of New Brunswick, but I know that's not fair. There are places we didn't visit or drive through. But, we did visit Saint John, Saint Andrew, camp on Deer Island, and visit Frederictor, and then drive from Woodstock to Québec, passing through a lot of the province. It was pretty thorough for a short trip. All my photos of Saint John are of people you don't know, and their kids, so I'll skip to Deer Island (near Campobello).

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Bunny rabbit!

We drove down to the ferry to Deer Island, after visiting friends in Saint John. RJH had camped there two years previous, and had wanted to bring me there. We found a site in the woods, where we could watch the tidal whirlpool, the seals and even a passing minke whale while sitting by our campfire. It was a beautiful place. In the morning we explored a little and then drove to Fredericton, to visit so more friends. On the way, we stopped briefly in St. Andrews, which is a very pretty (if touristy) seaside town.

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Deer, outside Fredericton.

We spent a couple more nights at the camp and visiting RJH's family and then we headed northeast through NB towards Québec. I love the moose signs in NB. Unlike the simple 'MOOSE' signs south of the border, in New Brunswick they want to ensure you understand the scale of the issue.

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They aren't kidding. That isn't even an especially large moose. They have special moose fences lining hundreds of kilometers of highways, with one way exits for stray moose. I was trying to explain to our young 8 year old friend in Saint John about the fences around Osgoode Hall, here in Toronto (home of his aunt's employer, the Law Society of Upper Canada). I explained that the fences were built to keep the cows from harassing the law students, 150 years ago, when there were apparently, random wandering cows in downtown Toronto, menacing law students. The gate has two corners, which evidently is too much for the bovine brain to manage. I explained that the fence was like the NB moose fences, except for Ontario cows, designed to allow animals out, but not in. His 3 year old brother, without missing a beat, asked, "If moose can get out, but not in, why do they need the gates at all? How do they get there in the first place?" That really impressed me. I was always pleased if I could get an undergraduate to display deductive reasoning and critical thinking. Though, I wonder sometimes if it's common at 3 and we scare it out 'em.



Thursday, September 13, 2012

Trip photos: New Brunswick - The Camp

We stayed at the cottage for a few days, which was a nice escape. In New Brunswick, as in Northern Ontario, they call it the camp, not the cottage. We couldn't even get cell service there (which was, frankly, a treat grumble, grumble, newspapers which call or email journalists at all hours grumble), though we did have a weird assortment of satellite TV, when it was too cold in the evenings, even by a campfire. There was a channel which appeared to play strictly reruns of The Littlest Hobo, complete with vintage ads, for instance.* We went canoeing and took photos on the lake. Let me tell you that trying to position a canoe for a photographer who insists on sitting in the stern and stalking loons is no mean feat. RJH sorted through his old things (photographic equipment, archery supplies and old photos) while I followed a frog around taking his photo.

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We went out of a hike in the woods to a place where RJH had found a waterfall. We pulled down an abandoned logging road and - in a very successful instance of animal spotting and identifying - I said, "Bear!" A full grown black bear was in the middle of the road, less than 10 m ahead. RJH stopped the car and said, "Don't get out." It was my turn to think he was crazy. "Of course not. Do you think I'm crazy?" I said, as he got out the drivers' side so he could grab the appropriate camera and lens from the back seat. The bear did not like the looks of this and reluctantly sauntered off before RJH could get a photo. We waited a bit and pulled forward. RJH found the vole that the bear had been eating (and the apparent reason for his reluctance to leave). He asked (RJH, not the bear or dead vole) whether it was such a good idea to go for a hike, since we saw the bear. I said I thought it was fine. Bears don't like people and he knew we were there. Plus he went right and we were headed to the left. So we entered the woods, making sure we weren't too quiet. I shot more photos of frogs, while RJH took long exposures of the small waterfall.

 frog frog woods near Woodstock

When we repeated the story about the bear, everyone seemed surprised I agreed to go in the woods. I think they suspected a city girl would be afraid of a bear. But, it was a black bear, which are pretty common in Ontario - it's not like it was a brown bear (Ursus arctos horribilis, the Grizzly bear) or a polar bear, neither of which I would like to meet in the wild**. I mean, I wouldn't like to get within a couple of metres of a black bear, or find one in my home, but when I was a kid, we used to go to the dump, in cottage country, simply to go watch the bears. It's not like it was a moose, I joked to RJH. We had dinner at his sister's place, which is basically in the woods. On our way home, in the dark, we saw five deer, a fox and of course, a moose. I was pretty good with the animal spotting. I said, "Deer!" and "Fox!" on cue (and, for that matter, "Cat!"), but mostly I said, "There!" and pointed. We we ended up on a narrow gravel road and came across the moose, what I actually said was "Whoa, whoa!" which was pretty inarticulate, but RJH saw it as soon as I did and we weren't driving very fast. The moose was pretty surprised to see us, in the middle of nowhere, after dark. She looked over her shoulder incredulously and took off. We told his family how we had seen the bear, the moose, five deer, the fox and four frogs, all in one day. RJH seemed to think it was hilarious I included the frogs on this list. I don't know why. Small amphibians are animals too. Though, I suppose I didn't list all the birds. Like ducks and woodpeckers are a given.

 *For non-Canadian readers, this was a show of my youth, about a stray German Shepherd who wandered around saving lives and solving problems (low-risk 80's TV show type problems). I'm not even kidding. "Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down... until tomorrow, I'll just keep going on..."

 **Yes, I do know that the chances of meeting either in New Brunswick are essentially nil.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Queen West Art Crawl




As part of the Toronto Etsy Street Team tent, I will be selling things from secret minouette places, that is prints and hand-printed housewares THIS SATURDAY at The 10th Queen West Art Crawl! The events stretch from September 14 to 16. The Outdoor Art Show and Sale in Trinity-Bellwoods Park (which is midway from Ossington to Bathurst, and all the way from Queen St to Dundas St) will be running on Saturday, September 15 to Sunday, September 16, from 11am - 6pm. But be sure to come on Satuday, to get your minouette fix!
The main hub of the Queen West Art Crawl, the OASS is a two-day juried art exhibition featuring over 250 artists, food vendors, community booths, an exciting entertainment stage and the family friendly Kidz Zone.


Etsy will have their own tent with some fabulous FREE workshops too!



Come check out all the wonderful handmade items and enjoy a beautiful day in the park!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Trip photos: Maine

So the next morning we drove to Bar Harbor. It was bright and sunny and lovely. Though the town was quite touristy, it was at its summery best. Parking the car was a challenge, but a lot manager waved us into a full lot since RJH owns a small car (buying criterion: large enough for one hockey bag). We wandered around town, took more ironic photos with large, stuffed moose and wooden lobster, and young Japanese tourists taking photos with serious cameras wearing moose-shaped hats, and bought some lunch. We had pricey but tasty lobster rolls and local blueberry soda on the grass overlooking the harbour.

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Then, we went to the nearby Acadia National Park, which RJH knew from childhood. We visited the Sandy Beach and drove up Cadillac Mountain. RJH said it reminded him of Cape Breton in miniature. With ten times the tourists, I added. It was lovely despite the crowds. They say on a clear day you can see Nova Scotia, but I am unsure whether this is believable.

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We left Bar Harbor and hit traffic. It seemed we would never get off the island. We had plenty of time to inspect the hardcore quaintness of the local architecture. Eventually, we made it back to the highway and headed north to New Brunswick, stopping for an unduly complex attempt to buy ice cream near Bangor. The highway to the north is a bit monotonous: just trees, with the odd risk of more turkey or deer or moose. There was one lookout with a view of Mount Katahdin, so we stopped.

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After that, it was just trees, until suddenly there was a sign for the border. We had dinner with his parents, though it was late for them. I was caught off-guard having never previously entered a new time zone by travelling north. We had an uneventful drive a further 40 minutes to their cottage where we were staying.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Trip photos: Adirondacks to Maine

We left late, delayed by our roofers, and only made it to the border near Gananoque the first night. We crossed first thing in the morning and drove on smaller roads, through northern New York state and the Adirondacks, to Mount Placid. We stopped to take ironic photos with giant wooden lobsters, mysteriously far from the coast, and of pretty roadside look-outs. Mount Placid itself is pretty, if touristy, but I found the golf carts driving around town streets hilarious. The licence plates read "limited use vehicle", but they were golf carts. I regret being unable to catch the ridiculous-looking police golf cart, because it was too astonishing.



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We took the ferry across Lake Champlain to Burlington, Vermont. We did not see Champ. We did like the old photos of the grand old days of Lake Champlain ferries, which included bridal and presidential suites.



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We drove across Vermont, and through Montpellier. Knowing several people from Montpellier, France, I was more than a little surprised at the American pronunciation, and don't think I could bring myself to say that. It sounds wrong. But, it's really quite pretty. You could miss the Capitol building though, if you didn't know where it was. A polite local paused in his truck so I could snap a pic out the window of the car.



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In New Hampshire we had to stop at Santa's Village. I commented, "Oh, another Santa's village. I know of one in Ontario and another in Norway..." RJH corrected me and said this was THE Santa's village. Apparently proximity to New Brunswick trumps all. The animatronic, talking Rudolf was creepy, but apparently, no one told the children this.



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We continued across New Hampshire, stopping only for dinner. I was on animal-spotting duty. At dusk this became somewhat nerve-wracking. I've spent enough time driving around northern Ontario to have a healthy fear of moose. If you've never met a moose, they are much larger, crazier, more hard-headed, and less predictable than say, a horse (though, also tastier)*. RJH finds it hilarious that I say moose kill, as he points out that it isn't voluntary on their part. I, on the other hand, find their motivation for destroying cars (or lack thereof) largely irrelevant. Up ahead I saw a large bird on the road and thought it might be a raven, but as we approached, it seemed much too large. Peacock?! Why on earth would there be peacocks on the road in the middle of nowhere, I thought. Then, I got it. "Turkey! Lots of them," I said. "Yes," said RJH, "I noticed since we were practically on top of them." When I explained that I was paying attention but hadn't wanted to misidentify the birds, and in fairness, I had never previously seen wild turkey, he looked at me like I was crazy. "So you waited until you could identify the species? Why didn't you just say 'Bird'?" I didn't have a good answer for that one. So, I amused myself by pointing out all animals, real and fake. There are an extremely large number of fake moose lining roads in New England. They are even more popular than fake lobster.



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We made it to Maine that evening and stopped at the first motel we found. The clerk seemed to want to dissuade us from staying there, practically apologizing for the price and warning that the phone did not work. But it was 11 pm and we really wanted to get off the road, and it was fine. RJH had been aiming for Bangor**, but after I accidentally said Bar Harbor (as my sense of the geography of Maine is vague, at best), we decided we should made a detour to the coast. He's from the part of the Maritimes which basically ignores the existence of the Atlantic. Everyone here always assumes a trip to New Brunswick involves seeing the ocean, but it isn't necessarily so. We made a conscious decision to make sure our trip did include the ocean.



*I don't actually know this. I would never eat horse.


**This seemed to be an excuse to sign 'King of the Road', or vice versa.

Hypatia (Part 1)

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Hypatia was the amongst the earliest woman mathematician recorded in Western history. This is my imagined portrait of her in a first edition linocut print in copper and purple-blue on lovely Japanese kozo (or mulberry) paper, 12.5 inches by 12 inches (31.7 cm by 30.5 cm). There are 12 prints in the edition.

Hypatia lived in the 3rd century AD in Alexandria, Egypt, which was part of the Roman Empire. She was born at some time between about 350 and 370 and died in 415 C.E. She was the head of school, where she taught Neoplatonist philosophy, astronomy and mathematics. She believed in empiricism and natural law. She was the daughter of a famous mathematician, Theon Alexandricus (ca. 335–405), with whom she worked and published edited versions of Classical texts in mathematics. She also pursued her education in Athens and Italy before returning to Alexandria.

It is difficult to precisely specify her own contributions to mathematics, since many documents have been lost and it was the tradition of the time to write commentaries on the great texts of Classical mathematics. These were essentially edited or annotated versions, which may have included corrections and new material, but which were known by the name of the original author. Also, her work and her father's work may be confused and conflated. This confusion of attribution is common for female scholars of the Classical world. It is known that she wrote commentaries on 13-volume Arithmetica by Diophantus, the Conics of Apollonius, and edited Ptolemy's Almagest and on Euclid's Elements. I've alluded to these in my print; the diagrams on her table, from right to left, show conic sections, Hipparchus' construction to calculate the distances to the Sun and Moon (which was part of Ptolemy's Almagest), and some basic Euclidean geometry. She is also credited with a more efficient means of doing long division - which is no mean feat when you recall she was using Roman numerals!

Hypatia detail of astrolabe She charted heavenly bodies. She built and instructed her pupils in the design and use of the astrolabe. The astrolabe, like the one she is holding in the print, was central to astronomy and navigation from antiquity through the Renaissance. It allowed people to measure the inclination of celestial bodies and could be used to locate or predict the positions of the Sun, Moon, planets, and stars, determine local time given local latitude and vice-versa, or for surveying and triangulation. You can see the outer circle is notated with the 24 hours of the day (in Roman numerals) and the inner circle with the symbols for the contellations of the Zodiac. Thus, she was not only a mathematician, but what we would today call an astronomer, a physicist and an engineer.

She met a terrible end. She became embroiled in a dispute between the Prefect and the Christian Patriach, later known as Saint Cyril, who spread rumors that she was a witch who had cast spells on the Prefect. Scolasticus, a contemporary Christian writer, wrote that she was kidnapped on her walk home, taken to a church, where she was stripped and torn limb from limb and then burned by an angry mob of Christians lead by a fanatic. News of her murder lead the community to be condemned. Scholasticus comments, "Surely nothing can be farther from the spirit of Christianity than the allowance of massacres, fights, and transactions of that sort".

Because of her violent and scandalous death, her story has been used by many groups of people with many competing interpretations of its meaning. She has been claimed by competing sects of Christian (who either defend or defame her) throughout history, Pagans, Wiccans, and feminists as a symbol. Somewhat ironically, though she was accused of being a Pagan "devoted at all times to magic, astrolabes and instruments of music, and she beguiled many people through her Satanic wiles" by the 7th-century Egyptian Coptic bishop John of Nikiû, she was later employed by Christians as a symbol of Virtue. She has appeared in literature, art, graphic novels (Alan Moore's Promethea) and cinema (including Agora (2009), by Alejandro Amenábar, staring Rachel Weisz) . Her murder has been called the first witch hunt, the end of Classical Antiquity and the beginning of the Dark Ages - but these claims are not well-founded in the actual historical events.

Chances are that many of these proponents of Hypatia and claims by various groups that she was one of their own are not really representative of the historical Hypatia, so much as her symbolic power. There is no unbiased contemporary evidence that she was either a true Pagan or a witch. She was a Neoplatonist, which was both a spiritual and philosophical tradition, so not truly a staunch secularist either. For all the competing Christian claims (Catholic versus Orthodox, Protestant versus Catholic, churches of Constantinople versus Alexandria) or the view that she was a tragic victim of the Church's conquest of science of the time, it seems likely that she was a political pawn in a battle between Patriarch and Prefect. But, it is very hard not to see that from the earliest known instance, a woman who excelled in science and math was the object of jealously, treachery, accusations of witchcraft and, in far too many cases, violence and murder. Though, she was not the only Classical woman in philosophy and mathematics and those who came before and those who followed did not share her terrible fate.

It was her fate which lead to her lasting fame but it is her achievements that should be remembered. One contemporary claimed she outshone her father, regarded the best mathematician of his generation. Perhaps most importantly, she preserved the mathematical heritage of ancient Greece and Roman and was talent and respected teacher. She was known to wear the robes of a scholar, usually reserved for men, as was the role she took as philosopher, mathematician and advisor to the leaders of her day. As Scholasticus wrote:

"There was a woman at Alexandria named Hypatia, daughter of the philosopher Theon, who made such attainments in literature and science, as to far surpass all the philosophers of her own time. Having succeeded to the school of Plato and Plotinus, she explained the principles of philosophy to her auditors, many of whom came from a distance to receive her instructions. On account of the self-possession and ease of manner which she had acquired in consequence of the cultivation of her mind, she not infrequently appeared in public in the presence of the magistrates. Neither did she feel abashed in going to an assembly of men. For all men on account of her extraordinary dignity and virtue admired her the more"

[Edited for accuracy February 3, 2022]

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Physics World 'Reflections on a Life'

They said they would send me a .pdf, but I can't wait to share this with you! The September 2012 issue of Physics World, featuring my cover art, the linocut portrait of Chien-Shiung Wu, 'Madame Wu and the Violation of Parity' is out. I think it looks great! The issue features an article about her, which they discribe;
Credit where credit’s due? – Magdolna Hargittai asks if physicist Chien-Shiung Wu should have received a share in the 1957 Nobel Prize for Physics – or whether she missed out to theorists Tsung-Dao Lee and Chen Ning Yang as a result of gender discrimination
You might recall, I wrote about my motivation to make this print. Hers was a truly beautiful and inspired experiment, with a shocking result which fundamentally changed how we understand the forces in our Universe. Yet, though she was lauded during her lifetime and received many awards, she did not share in the Nobel Prize awarded to Yang and Lee, the theorists (incidentally, both male) who suggested that the Weak force may not conserve parity, and she is not well known today. She should be as well known as any of the heroes of 20th century physics. I made the print to bring her story, her amazing feat of experimental physics, and the fascinating fact of the violation of parity to a wider audience. So, I couldn't be more pleased to see it sent out to members of the Institute of Physics.
Also, I confess I'm simply enjoying seeing my art on the cover of a magazine.