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What I’m Reading: Radical Figures, Life Management


Abigail Scott Duniway, courtesy of the Library of Congress.

Thursday night I reached the epilogue of Evicted, so I’m in the home stretch of finishing that book. Honestly, I’m probably not going to read the backmatter of footnotes and such, which take up the last 20% of the thickness of the book, so I’ll likely be moving on to the next selection in my towering to-read stack.

Related to Current Political Shenanigans

Over the last couple of weeks certain historical figures have been on my mind. Figures such as Frederick Douglass, who the current occupant of the Oval Office recently referred to as if he was alive (Douglass died in 1895).

When I was attending Lewis and Clark College I was in a course where we read Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass. One of the details that stuck with me over the years is that Douglass didn’t know the day he was born, something that most of us consider to be basic information about ourselves. Of course it’s worth reading for more reasons besides that, and it’s public domain so it’s pretty easy to find. Highly recommended—after all, POTUS says that Douglass guy is really going places!

Conservatives Sure Love Progressives and Radicals—At Least After They’re Dead (Salon)

Most of my favorite historical figures relate to social history—the revolutionaries, the people who fought for their beliefs despite negative pushback from others. Here in Oregon we have Abigail Scott Duniway, who fought for women’s suffrage in Oregon alongside national figures such as Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton. An announcement recently informed Portland that the local Hilton Hotel would be renamed after Duniway, which I can only think ties in to the above Salon article. A few years ago I created a Facebook page for Duniway, hoping to start a campaign to rename SE Division street for her…but it looks like the profiteers have now discovered her too.

Finding Time to Read

What would Bookish be without reading? I’ve seen a few articles about making time to read over the last few weeks. They all have something interesting to say.

Making Time to Read (Unclutterer)
In the Time You Spend on Social Media Each Year, You Could Read 200 Books (Quartz)
Books You Can Read in the Time It Takes to Watch the Super Bowl (Minnesota Public Radio)

The Importance of Saying No

Finally, this week I took on another short-term commitment that I probably should have said no to. Obviously I ran across this reminder later in the week…

One Critical Time Management Technique: Saying No (Unclutterer)

Although I admit I should have said no, I’m not entirely sorry because I’ve accepted the opportunity to learn the choral part to the last movement of Beethoven’s 9th, aka “Ode to Joy.” It seems pretty flipping timely to me to sing Schiller’s “Alle Menschen werden Brüder” again and again. Loudly.


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Ludwig has been my violin since I was in junior high, and although I haven’t played him in years, he’s been giving me some big trouble lately.

Ludwig, named after Beethoven (my obsession emulated Schroeder’s), served under my chin on three continents, in a total of eight countries. He has always been referred to as “my good violin.” Once we were together, I was beside myself whenever I needed to use the other one, which looked, felt, and sounded much cheaper.

The first thing that drew me to Ludwig was the dark, rich colors of his wood, and his unusual face shape. His back displayed dramatic brown flames, in colors I have yet to see again in a stringed instrument. Whereas most violins had a fairly flat face, Ludwig had more dimension–his best feature, and ultimately his undoing.

When we were on the prowl for a better violin, my teacher suggested we attend an auction one summer day in rural Clackamas County. The former resident of the house, now deceased, had been a violin restorer and there would be opportunity to nab one inexpensively. Once I decided Ludwig was the only violin I had eyes for, my mom set a limit of a $300 bid–if anyone bid more than $300, the day would be a wash.

A few other interested parties bid on him. One by one they dropped out as the price rose, until we reached that magic $300 number. The other man who had still been bidding gave up, and Ludwig was all mine. Clearly, we were destined for each other.

Soon, Ludwig and I traipsed across central Europe (Germany, Austria, Hungary, and what was until two weeks after our return, Czechoslovakia) with my orchestra. Two years later we went to Japan and played Beethoven’s 9th for the righteous citizens of Kurobe. We spent countless hours together, whether he was strapped to my back en route to a lesson, on my knee during an orchestra rehearsal, or just quietly lying next to my bed while I worked on an English paper.

One bleak spring morning when I was a freshman in high school, I opened Ludwig’s beautiful brown case to show him off to a friend. Despite being peacefully cradled in cushy green velvet, he suddenly sported a large crack in his face. I was horrified, fearing that my beautiful violin was destroyed, and spent most of the day with my stomach in knots. Ludwig was soon repaired, and my mind was at ease again.

A few years later though, another, smaller crack appeared. When he was repaired again, I started wondering whether I should always keep him a certain temperature, or store him in a humidity-controlled room. Given the poorly-insulated house I moved into my last year in college, then, it should have been no surprise that another crack appeared. At this point I wasn’t playing anymore, and didn’t get the crack fixed right away.

When I did finally take Ludwig to see the ever-awesome Paul Schuback, he set me straight. “I could glue this back together for the third time. But, it’s just going to crack again. See the shape of the face here? That’s what’s causing it–the structure of the instrument. You could just keep repairing it, but I’d suggest just getting another instrument.”

At that point, I started trying to find a new home for Ludwig. Perhaps some underprivileged little child needed a violin that only I could provide? Might some artist be searching for a violin to incorporate into some piece of punk art? Did someone want a violin to give a rustic look to their cabin?

No. Nobody wants a broken violin. And I can’t bear to part with him by sending him to a landfill or common thrift store, ignoring his brilliance. My years as a classical musician are still a large part of my identity, and coldly throwing Ludwig away would be a bit like cutting off my own broken arm. So Ludwig has been sitting in the back room of my house for the last six years, his chocolate-colored case collecting obscene amounts of dust, dirt, and dog hair.

Much like the dust cloud that results when I move his now-faded case, the problem often gets stirred up when I’m clearing my house of clutter. What do you do with something that needs to go away, but on your terms, and that doesn’t seem possible? Last winter I envisioned a new idea: creating my own avant garde art piece, symbolically parting with my past self by burning and/or smashing Ludwig a la Jimi Hendrix, outside Jefferson High School’s auditorium, where my orchestra rehearsed every Saturday and had some concerts. When pitched to a test audience, the reviews were mixed. Some people loved the idea, but some were offended at the idea of destroying a beautiful instrument.

Great art is always surrounded by divided emotional responses and controversy, though. Wouldn’t it be a fitting way to send Ludwig off?

What do you think I should do with Ludwig, dear reader?


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