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Apr 18

Raise your mug, and look underneath

I went to the library this morning. This is the Herman Wells Library on the IU campus. It’s the main library, there are 10 or 11 others. And inside there are 4.6 million volumes. It’s a big library:

But the book I was after wasn’t among the many millions they keep. So I made use of the interlibrary loan system, which is a wonderful thing. You fill out a form, they find the book you need, wherever it might be, and they send it to your home library. A few days go by and you receive an email: we found your book. And here it was:

That came from the Rutgers University library. It was a reference book, so it couldn’t leave the library, but that’s no problem. I leafed through the book there. I was looking in the book because of this:

That’s the bottom of a mug that my mother-in-law found while she was cleaning up some things. There was a note included that said the mug belonged to a great-great so and so. On the side was the seal of Frankfurt, Germany. And this was the bottom. It was obviously made in Germany and that looked like a maker’s mark and so here we are. The book that Rutgers sent me is the definitive book on ceramic maker’s marks. And while the Internet is awesome, and there are quite a few pages of maker’s mark samples collected online, I haven’t seen that one anywhere yet. But today, I have about 300 pages of logos to go over. And some of this stuff is art.

And if you want something a little more classic:

Anyway, the book was organized by region and by period and also by the style of maker’s mark. It was well done. And this page had something that closely resembles what is on the old mug:

Assuming I have found the right mark, this is a place in Coburg, Germany. A man named Julius Griesbach founded his factory in 1890. This mark was used from approximately 1950 until the factory was bought out by the W. Goebel company, of Rödental, in 1973. Now, the graphics on the mug suggest it is too modern to be considered old — even by American standards of antiquities. (There’s a passage in the book that dives into what old really is in Germany; we don’t think of old like they do.) Since the stamp says Germany, and allowing for the ballpark estimates of the years of usage that the book qualifies, I’m thinking this mug was produced somewhere around 1950. (Afterward it would have said West Germany, surely, right?) Or maybe it is the wrong mark altogether.

Anyway, it was fun leafing through the book. The old logos were neat, and the writing in the text was pretty good, too:

These were some of my favorites:

And if you want crests, we’ve got crests:

What’s it all mean? Was the mystery solved?

I don’t know, and probably not. And there’s likely nothing to it, anyway. What’s one more stoneware mug from a factory that produced them en masse? It isn’t really a mystery worth diving into in that context. More interesting is the great-great so and so that owned the thing. And how did they come to have it? We don’t know any answers down that line of thinking, but the mystery is sometimes the fun part, all its own.


16
Apr 18

More of that, again

I wrote this on Saturday: A slow(er than usual) four-mile jog, but at least it finally felt like spring. Finally, begrudgingly, not-without-a-fight, spring. And, look! It was! Spring!

Today, a whole new season! That’s not true! This season never really left!

Look, there’s video proof!

Status …

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We live in a snow globe! And why not it is … checking the calendar … April 16th!

‪We live in a snow globe. ‬#Bloomington #Indiana #indianauniversity

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Maybe March’s spring weather will show up in May.

But don’t count on it.

I did a monologue. Why not?

Dishwashing music:


13
Apr 18

Enjoy the weekend, and some TV shows

I don’t think I’ve shared any of the student shows this week. So here are a bunch of the things they’ve produced in the last few days.

Here’s Not Too Late, which is the comedy/skit kinda show:

Here’s the sports talk show:

Hoosier News Source:

And the sports highlights show:

And here’s another episode of the sports talk show. They discussed the hockey playoffs, and so they got the sports director on.

There’s another show or two out there, still being edited. But that’s not too bad for a week, I should think. I hope yours was as productive as theirs, and that your weekend is even better!


12
Apr 18

Random Thursday things

I spent time in the television studio today. Here is a photo of a decorative lightbulb which descends from the conduits above to prove it!

But I obviously picked the wrong profession:

An installation at the Gardiner Museum in Toronto is more hands-on than your typical exhibition.

“YOKO ONO: THE RIVERBED” by the 85-year old artist, musician and activist, asks visitors to do several physical tasks, including pick up river stones —some of which include handwritten inscriptions by Ono herself—and place them in a pile.

But one woman appears to have taken the “hands-on” suggestion a little too literally. Rather than place her rock in the pile, she allegedly stole it, Laura Snapes reports for The Guardian. The rock, valued at a cool $17,500, was inscribed by Ono with the words “Love Yourself.”

Things are worth what people are willing to pay. And what a person is theoretically willing to pay and willing to insure are different things. And we’re a nonsensical people when it comes to former almost-celebrities. But still … and this part is worth repeating …

Seventeen thousand dollars?

And this evening I discovered Durand Jones & The Indications. Now you will too. They’re IU guys and they have a lot of soul:

Tonight:

Yesterday:


11
Apr 18

Makes you wanna ride bikes – if you can get off the sofa

Someone brought their bike into the building today.

You’re not supposed to do that. But I do enjoy seeing a good bicycle every now and then. That’s a Little 500 bike, which is a neat treat in general, just not in the building, where it could be a tripping hazard or a wall-marking hazard or a theft-of-property hazard.

Seriously, someone left it outside a closed classroom. People are trusting, which is nice.

Outside? Spring?

On Monday morning, snow. And it was the sort of thing no one even mentioned. We were all so bored with it and over it. It wasn’t surprising to wake up to. It was inevitable. No one was even irritated by the absurdity of it anymore. Snow in mid-April. Then it melted, things started blooming and that evening I ran in layers and gloves.

This evening I ran in shorts and a t-shirt and was already warm in the driveway, before setting out for a quick 5K. Already warm. It was 62° degrees.

So I’m putting a question mark next to spring from now on.

Allie, is, also, over it:

And, look, when I tell The Yankee that the six-pound cat is holding me down, I really mean it: