Sunday, December 14, 2008

Kobo, Quasimodo and ?

Meet Kobo:














Kobo is a 60 foot adolescent blue whale who puts the "scent" into adolescent. His bones weren't cleaned properly, and are still full of oil...so the gallery sort of smells like whale oil. And...cleaning staff has to wipe up when he drips. Every day. It's best to keep your mouth closed when you're looking up at him in awe.

The museum held a contest to name the new skeleton when he was first hung, and the winner, a fifth grader, came up with Kobo: King of the Blue Ocean.
















This is our sperm whale skeleton. He doesn't have a name, but he's still cool. We also have a small humpback whale skeleton hanging beside Kobo, acquired in 1935. He was the museum's first whale, inspiring William Tripp (then curator) to say:
We are no longer a whaling museum without a whale, as some in the past have chosen to call us.
Just a couple weeks ago, the NBWM put up their fourth skeleton. She started like this.














She required a bit of dental work.














I directed the construction.














Adjusting the ribs.




















This is how I know she was a she.














Raising the whale fetus. (Quasimodo can be seen in the background).




















Mother and child reunion, back view.















Bottom view.















Mother and child have no name yet--but there is another contest! That's right, you could name the whale (I think there may be a 12-year-old age limit).

Ask me in person, and I'll tell you some funny stories about these skeletons. A band camp story? Maybe.

And one time, and the whaling museum...

Friday, December 12, 2008

"Conservators make it last longer"

"He has a whiskey collection? Now that's something I could get behind. That's the sort of collection that deaccessions itself."

Monday, December 1, 2008

Glossophobia

Which do you fear more: public speaking, or death?

In just a couple weeks, I’ll be presenting a lecture on the research I’ve been doing to all my professors here at NBWM. The good news is I've got great material to work with, and there are no grades. The bad news is that, instead of teachers I've got professors watching me, and instead of grades, there is the serious possibility of humiliation. This will be my first real attempt at public speaking since high school, at which time I was devoting much more of my effort to making fun of the assignment/teacher rather than actually saying anything worthwhile.

I thought I’d copy over some of the tips from the book I’ve been reading, because they are brilliant:
First of all, don’t worry about being nervous—most experienced speakers are. If you are well prepared, this nervousness will feel like exhilaration instead of terror, powering your talk with energy that you can transmit to the audience. People who are too calm usually end up giving lackluster presentations. It’s like taking an exam—you do better if you are keyed up because the adrenaline sharpens your wits.
Nervous. I can do nervous.
Remember that, with very rare exceptions, the audience wishes you well, and that they are just poor mortals like yourself, in need of love and approval.
Love. They need my love.
Because you are onstage, you become in their eyes an authority figure, so it is up to you to make them them feel good.
Right. Make them feel good. I am an authority figure: respect my authoritah.
Try to feel affection for them, projecting as much warmth as you can.
Project warmth. Gotcha.
If you can forget about yourself and be genuinely concerned about the audience and their need for information and stimulation, you will not have time to be afraid.
...genuinely concerned...
Try to be the kind of teacher Carl Jung admired:
"One looks back with great appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feelings. The curriculum is so much necessary raw material, but warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child."
Warmth again. Must have warmth so my audience can grow, like the soul of a child. Yes.

Woodrow Wilson (another authority figure) was once asked how long it took him to write a speech. He answered, “That depends. If I am to speak in 10 minutes, I need a week for preparation. If 15 minutes, 3 days. If half hour, two days. If an hour, I am ready now.”

Luckily, I've still got two weeks.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

"Ten Things I Learned" Reading Whaling Logbooks

Whaling jokes... (from a volunteer here at NBWM).

1. Just because you're the son of a captain doesn't mean he won't list you as a deserted to get out of paying discharging fees in a foreign port when he sends you home early.

2. Tetanus shots would have been a good idea in the 19th century.

3. If you're planning to desert and use "taking your clothes to be washed on shore" as an excuse, make sure you don't include boots and shoes when you ask the captain, 'cause, you know, boots and shoes don't need to be washed...and the captain knows that.

4. When in Chile, beware "One Arm Pete". He will ply your crew with spirits and convince them to desert. Then they will laugh at you from the deck of a Chilean warship in the harbor while you watch helplessly.

5. If you leave the ship in protest of the captain's behavior, don't be surprised if he leaves you behind to fend for yourself on some small Pacific island.

6. There are no strikes on whalers, only mutinies.

7. If you're going to set fire to the ship, make sure that you are close enough to shore to get off before she burns. Unless your crazy...in which case, you really don't care what happens now, do you?

8. Turning the ship into a rum-soaked den of iniquity while the captain is sick ashore is not going to win you any points with the owners. And using the captain's cabin while he and his wife are sick ashore...that's just gauche.

9. If you want to toughen up your recalcitrant son with some real world work experience, you might want to think about something other than working on a whaler. Like working in a mine, or factory, or the army.

10. But, if your brother complains to you that going on a whaling voyage is a fool's errand when you could be in the more stable army or navy, you should remind him that it's the middle of the Civil War and the open sea is significantly less dangerous than the fields of Gettysburg.

Monday, November 17, 2008

The White Whale

A friend at the museum found this, a fantastic addition to my collection of whale cartoons.















While I'm at it, here's the Hindenberg on a pillow.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Classic Whaling Prints Exhibition

Check out my meticulously constructed 1':.75" model of the upcoming Classic Whaling Prints Exhibition! It's not done yet, but it's getting there. Here's a walking tour of my souped up curatorial dollhouse.





















Here're the Hulsart prints you see when you first enter (yellow paper just represents information plaques).




















Then immediately on your left is the seventeenth century Dutch whaling prints.















There are a bunch of French prints behind you.















The French are the lads for painting action. Go and gaze upon all the paintings in Europe, and where will you find such a gallery of living and breathing commotion on canvas, as in that triumphal hall at Versailles; where the beholder fights his way, pell-mell, through the consecutive great battles of France; where every sword seems a flash of the Northern Lights, and the successive armed kings and Emperors dash by, like a charge of crowned centaurs? Not wholly unworthy of a place in that gallery, are these sea battle-pieces of Garnery.

The natural aptitude of the French for seizing the picturesqueness of things seems to be peculiarly evinced in what paintings and engravings they have of their whaling scenes. With not one tenth of England's experience in the fishery, and not the thousandth part of that of the Americans, they have nevertheless furnished both nations with the only finished sketches at all capable of conveying the real spirit of the whale hunt.
(Moby Dick, Chapter 56)
















Back to more Dutch stuff. And the narwhal tusk. Grey cardboard indicates a display case, yellow a door.















British prints.















Then onto the American prints! Apparently, if things go according to my model, a large number of prints will remain in plastic bags on the floor in front of you.















More American prints on all sides. America rocks.















The Benjamin Russel 1871 Arctic Abandonment series, both water color originals and print versions.















Closing with Japanese and Eskimo whaling prints. Unfortunately, the Eskimos never really made very many prints of any sort, but the Japanese sure as heck did. That green piece on the table is a scroll.















The exhibition opens in late February if you'd like to see something more than scale three-quarter-inch place markers on foam core.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Scrimshaw Thursday Update

Gosh I haven't updated in a bit. These past few weeks have been crazier than Right Whale mating season. But here's a Scrimshaw Thursday update (there's been a lot of great stuff I haven't uploaded, unfortunately). Hopefully you'll find this stuff as neat as I do.

The bounty!















I'm definitely the youngest member of the scrimshaw crew.















Sweet tooth!















The above tooth has Garneray's Pêche de la Baliene carved into it. Garneray's prints are not only awesome in their own right, but also because Melville describes this very picture in chapter 56 of Moby Dick, "Of the Less Erroneous Pictures of Whales, and the True Pictures of Whaling Scenes":
In the second engraving, the boat is in the act of drawing alongside the barnacled flank of a large running Right Whale, that rolls his back weedy bulk in the sea like some mossy rock-slide from the Patagonian cliffs. His jets are erect, full, and black like soot; so that from so abounding a smoke in the chimney, you would think there must be a brave supper cooking in the great bowels below. Sea fowls are pecking at the small crabs, shellfish, and other sea candies and maccaroni, which the Right Whale sometimes carries on his pestilent back. And all the while the thick-lipped leviathan is rushing through the deep, leaving tons fo tumultuous white curds in his wake, and causing the slight boat to rock in the swells like a skiff caught nigh the paddle-wheels of an ocean steamer. Thus, the foreground is all raging commotion; but behind, in admirable artistic contrast, is the glassy level of a sea becalmed, the drooping unstarched sails of the powerless ship, and the inert mass of a dead whale, a conquered fortress, with the flag of capture lazily hanging from the whale-pole inserted into his spout-hole.
















(Ambroise Louis Garneray, Pêche de la Baliene, 1835
Photo courtesy of the the New Bedford Whaling Museum.)


Another bit of scrimshaw, with what we think might be a scene from The Merchant of Venice carved on it. Alongside is a 19th century ruler (not King George IV).




















I thought this thing was neat. It's a stamp, though we're not sure what the purple ball is supposed to be. Maybe an ink blotter.
















When writing logbooks for whaling voyages, whalers would use these stamps to indicate when they had caught a whale, and then write the specifications next to the stamp. Stamps are often forged, but with a collection of 2500 logbooks here at the museum, we could (theoretically, given an intern and a lot of time) check to see if any of the stamps match up. Interestingly enough, this one seems to have an Orca on it.
















Here is the painted Alaskan whale rib, followed by a bunch of closeups of my favorite drawings on it.
















It's an eskimo! Note the toes.




















Frog.















Snake.















I love this guy. Fantastic ears.















My favorite.















Election day is tomorrow! Make sure to have a beer for Obama, and the future of our country.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Ra Ra Riot

was GREAT! I showed up really early because I was worried about getting tickets, but it turns out Allie put me on the list, so I got Remo to come down for the concert too (it was great to see him). I have never been on the list. It will probably be a while before I'm ever on a list again. People on the list get free tickets. Allie took me backstage. I like being on lists. Except for those years when I was on the government watch list and got automatically searched on every plane I tried to board. That list was really unpleasant.

Not a single one of these photos is in focus, but I'd say they're pretty reflective of the experience.













Each year at the fall




















Silhouettes in a window frame!






















Death?o baby i

















It all goes slow-mo
















Can you tell? I can't even explain.


Turns out Ra Ra Riot was actually headed to New Bedford the following week! So Tuesday, Mathieu and Allie came over and made a huge Italian dinner that I'm still recovering from.


















I'll close with this one:
















Oh la!

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Money for Books

"Dear Evan,

It gives me great pleasure to inform you that you are the 2008-9 Dana Prize winner. Professor Kane and I found your reflections on your revised summer reading project both thoughtful and evolved. It is clear that you began with quite a general idea of what line of inquiry you would pursue and found a thread even among books of an ostensibly varied character: science fiction, proper, and Christian fiction.

I will submit your name to the proper office in the Spring when prizes are announced and awarded. You will be receiving a financial award in June.

Congratulations,
Wendy Graham"

Scha-wing!
This week has been nuts. Here's a comic.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Ra Ra Riot @ The Bowery Ballroom

This Thursday I’m headed to NYC to see Ra Ra Riot, my favorite, college startup, kids-my-age, kick-ass-and-take-names band. My friend Allie plays the cello, which is pretty neat to know someone in a popular band.

Generally, when your friend is a band or whatever, of course you go and support them and listen to their stuff regardless of how good it is. But this is not the case with Ra Ra Riot. I love them. They are incredibly talented, incorporating cello and violin seamlessly with guitar and bass, along with clever lyrics and a dynamic stage presence (particularly when Mathieu Santos rocks out too hard and clobbers his bandmates with his bass).

My favorite song by them is Dying is Fine, a song that brings the following E.E. Cummins poem to life:

dying is fine)but Death
?o
baby
i

wouldn't like

Death if Death
were
good:for

when(instead of stopping to think)you

begin to feel of it,dying
's miraculous
why?be

cause dying is

perfectly natural;perfectly
putting
it mildly lively(but

Death

is strictly
scientific
& artificial &

evil & legal)

we thank thee
god
almighty for dying
(forgive us,o life!the sin of Death


And, in case you missed it, here is the basis for the music video.
And here is another music video.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Another Sarah Silverman link

Her lines are the real gems:
http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1832128

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Mid-Internship Reflection

Howdy Professor Lucic and Peck:

This is my mid-internship report, which I’m writing so you’ll know what I’ve been up to these past two months and where I’m headed with my final three here at the New Bedford Whaling Museum. The best way I can summarize this is by describing my general daily schedule and projects.

Classic Whaling Prints Exhibition
I’m currently working with Stuart Frank, the Senior Curator and director of my internship, on the Classic Whaling Prints exhibition, which will be going up in a few months. Generally, a good portion of Monday’s and Tuesdays are devoted to working on pulling this exhibition together.

When I initially got here, my first task was to locate approximately a hundred artifacts for the upcoming exhibit within the stores of the Museum’s collection—not a simple task. Things aren’t always where they are supposed to be, and when you’re new, and not even sure where you are supposed to be, it’s easy to find yourself lost deep within spirals of accession numbers. But for a geek like me, getting lost is a happy thing—I find all the coolest stuff when I am lost, like the wall of jarred whale oil and harpoon guns, or the ethnographic collections of Pacific Islander tools and weapons, or carved porpoise and shark skulls.

Once I’d located everything, the next task was to measure the dimensions of all the prints/objects. Since many of the prints were unframed, I had to make the best guesstimate could. Then I took all the measurements of the exhibition gallery and began to build a scale model of the exhibition (.75 inches to a foot) with miniature scale versions of the artifacts so Stuart can plan out what he wants on each wall. Cutting out and labeling a hundred-ish tiny scaled prints is a painstaking process, which I’ll be finishing later this week. It's a dollhouse, basically.

I can’t emphasize enough how cool the Classic Whaling Prints Exhibition is. I personally handle beautiful prints from the Dutch golden age of whaling dating back to the 17th century, not to mention prints by Huggins, Currier and Ives, Benjamin Russell, Rockwell Kent, Durand-Brager and Garneray—Garneray’s in particular are fantastic; Melville himself saw these prints (Pêche du Cachalot and Pêche de la Baliene) and referred to them in Moby Dick as the best examples of art “conveying the real spirit of the whale hunt”. Garneray’s Combat de Scies et de Baleines en vue de l’Ile Sainte Hé lè ne (“Combat of the sawfish and the Whales, in sight of the isle of St. Helena”) is perhaps the inspiration for the smoky painting Melville references in Moby Dick, Chapter 3, “The Spouter-Inn”!

Conservation
Every Wednesday I work in with Robert Hauser, the museum Conservator who specializes in paper conservation, and Rudolph Riefstahl, a volunteer/retired Curator and Art Historian. Our activities vary widely.

For one, I’m the primary liaison between Stuart (the Curator of the CWP exhibit) and Robert, so it’s really my job to make sure that the two of them are clear on expectations. It’s really exciting, because there are basically three people putting on this upcoming exhibition—and I am one of them.

Robert and I work together to assess the condition of the artifacts up for exhibition (primarily the prints), and I help organize paperwork and group sets of artifacts to be conserved and framed for exhibition. In the future weeks, he promises to teach me matting/cutting/framing techniques.

Robert also teaches me a lot about Conservation as a profession—a combination of art, craft, history, science—and a philosophical worldview. Here are a few of his maxims so you get the idea:

  • Conservate hodienum diem crastino (“Preserve today for tomorrow”)
  • There’s never time to do it right, but there’s always time to do it over.
  • The treatment was successful but the patient died.
  • Do as much as necessary and as little as possible.
  • Conservation is 65% preservation, 30% vigilance, and 5% treatment.

He has been showing me his tricks for safely packing artifacts, such as these tiny devices one can put inside a package that indicates if the package is ever tipped beyond a certain angle, or shaken particularly violently, and strips of paper which blot different colors if they are exposed to high humidity for extended periods of time, and safety mounts to deter would-be thieves. It’s all about due-diligence.

Rudy Reifstahl and I work primarily on his expertise: paintings. Generally, we’ll get a painting that’s going to be loaned to a different museum (so far, two different paintings by William Allen Wall) and he shows me how to write up these very detailed condition reports so that if they are returned with any issues, we have documented evidence of how they were before. Rudy knows an incredible amount about paintings, and particularly frames, so he’s been teaching me a lot about American period frames and frame anatomy, as well as burnishing, bole, gesso, outer/middle/linear elements, the process of painting, the conditions which lead to various different forms of painting deterioration (crackle, tenting, flaking, abrasion, fading, etc). Next week, we’re writing up furniture condition reports for two Dutch tall clocks.

Probably my favorite part of Wednesday’s conservation is our lunch break, where Rudy, Robert and I go out for food and discuss all sorts of issues, such as the ethics of Photoshop, touching up vs. redoing artist’s work—at what point is one intruding upon an objects natural aging or over-treating an object? How do we match paintings and frames? What was the artist’s intent and are we violating that? What would you save from the museum if it were on fire? Would you die for a work of art? Which one? What is art? What is an object? What is an artifact? What should we eat?

Thursday Scrimshaw Challenge
Thursday mornings (and occasionally other days) are reserved for the public to bring whaling artifacts to the Library for Stuart Frank (the world’s leading expert on scrimshaw) to analyze. Generally, these artifacts are scrimshaw (carved whalebone), and there is a team of other interested museum volunteers and employees who show up with magnifying glasses to see what’s on the table. I’ve seen quite a few of sperm whale teeth already, and Stuart explains everything from Ivory Legislation to methods of identification and authentication, such as patination, pigment migration, microscopic analysis of the individual cuts, etc—I’m told I’ll be pretty good at this myself by the time I leave. Just the other week, a guy showed up with a van full of almost 30 harpoons, which has impelled me to start reading about the history of harpoon technology.

Miscellaneous Curatorial
I’ve had the opportunity to attend a number of Curatorial Meetings, and have really enjoyed watching the various Curators discuss the upcoming redesign of the main museum exhibitions. Particularly interesting is the discussion of the place of the Museum within a community (1. Preserve history; 2. Present it to the public; 3. Research), and the best way to present information to the public that is accessible to different levels of the public. Furthermore, just last week the museum hired a new President, so it’s been really interesting to be at the museum at a time of major transition.

Stuart also sends me off on all sorts of odd missions. For example, a dentist who was studying anomalous whale teeth came to photograph our specimens of sperm whale teeth suffering various different pathologies. Just last week, I was assigned to work with a volunteer to catalog the museum’s extensive scrimshaw Swift collection (complex machines for converting skeins of yarn into balls of yarn, probably the most labor-intensive object to make out of whalebone). Or computer repair. Or local concerts of sea chanteys, or auctions—he promises a trip to Nantucket and Mystic Seaport before my time's up.

Photoarchives
On Fridays, I work with Michael Lapides, the curator of the photographic archives. Again, the work here covers a wide gamut—but generally it is a much more technology intensive department. I’ve learned quite a bit of Photoshop techniques, as well as how to do proper scanning for the collection and how to catalog items into Rediscovery, the Museum database. I’ve also been learning a lot about the history of photography, as I am expected to be able to identify different types of photos. Occasionally, I am sent out to NBWM events to photograph our activities, etc.

Because I am a big computer nerd, I’ve been really helping with steering advertising and publicity for the Whaling Museum on the internet. Since I’ve arrived, we’ve created a Facebook group and a Flickr page for sharing photos (which involved a decent amount of reading regarding copyrights and Creative Commons) with a wider community. Right now, I’ve taken up the project of updating and expanding the currently scant Wikipedia article on the NBWM.

We’ve also been significantly updating the Museum webpage and better advertising our current exhibitions as well as creating new internet-only exhibitions. Once I finish writing this progress report, I’m going to write a short article to publish as an online exhibit about the HMS Resolute desks. (An unofficial version of it can be found here: http://spellbananas.blogspot.com/2008/09/hms-resolute-was-british-ship.html)

I also have a larger project involving Benjamin Russell’s Panorama of a Whaling Voyage Round the World, which is a 12' tall panorama that stretches almost 1300' feet painted in 1846-48, which Russell would bring on stage and unravel in sections to give the audience a feel for what whaling was like—it’s a kind of 19th century film in a way. The museum actually owns this thing; it’s amazing. My project is to take the photographs the museum already possesses, and see if it isn’t possible to combine them into a digital panorama that can we can put online for people to look at, given it is too fragile to display otherwise. I’m actually a bit apprehensive about this project—I’m pretty certain we have complete photos, but in order to make a panorama, these photos need to be taken from the same angle, from the same distance, under the same lighting, and my bet is all these factors are highly labile given no sane photographer was able to photograph 1300 feet of delicate canvas in a single day. There is a limit to what Photoshop can do to make these images panoramic—and there’s a limit to what Photoshop should do, but I’m very excited to give it a try.

Final Internship Project
I am expected to produce a final project as part of my internship. Initially, my plan was to write an annotated edition of Moby Dick, a project I’ve been compiling slowly for a couple years now. However, I discovered that—just this year—that very project had been completed by someone else! It's a considerably different from how I would have done it, but it's pretty darn good: (http://powermobydick.com).

So I’m thinking about a new project. I’m considering doing an annotated version of a different work of Melville (maybe White Jacket?), but I don’t think I’ll have enough time given I’m starting from scratch.

Alternatively, I might do a project on the early (16th century) depictions of whales and whaling by Olaus Magnus, Conrad Gessner, Ambroise Parè, Sebastian Munster—I love these prints.

That’s a brief summary of what I’m up to here at the New Bedford Whaling Museum. This internship is unbelievable—I haven’t even gotten close to describing what an opportunity and experience it has been. In all honesty, I’ve already learned more in my two months here than I would have learned during a semester at Vassar; I make that statement not to diminish the quality of the Vassar education, but to emphasize the quality of my time here.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

The Great Schlep

My secret, long-held celebrity crush on Emma Watson has just come to an end. There's a new woman in my life now:

Sarah Silverman

Monday, September 22, 2008

Quick Weekend Update

Saturday, I went sailing in Boston with some friends and it was beautiful!





















We got a big boat.

















Thanks to Barbara.
















Steven made a documentary out of the event. I'm just glad we didn't get that camera wet.
















Jonah and Swilf trade off at the tiller.

We only got the boat because Barbara had connections with the staff there... so it was really a group challenge/effort to get the boat rigged and not hit anything. (Success! Thank you Mission Bay Aquatics!) I possess the well-practiced skill of putting the boat in irons, (all I do is turn the boat the way I think will make us go fastest) which was nice for kicking back and drinking mimosas.
















Ah...

I’m always walking into random stuff happening in downtown New Bedford. I guess I never put up the video of the day there was a bagpipe marching band going down Purchase Street…but here’s what was going down on Pleasant Street today.

















Note the little girl in sunglasses and tie.



































And they're off!

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