Friday, December 19, 2003

I have to make the most of any time that I can blog.

I am judgemental of people who are judgemental. Is that a paradox?

Since my awakening to the real world at 18, I have started on a long mission to be an accepting and tolerant person. Hence my recent ventures to learn about Buddhism. I can be very tolerant of homosexuals, heterosexuals, men, women, blacks, whites, greens, the ignorant, the rich, etc.. but I have a hard time dealing with the hypocritical, judgemental, intolerant people of the world. Is that bad? I know I can't reach nirvana now, but it's hard.

For example, I give you, my best friend. She's generally an extremely sweet, compassionate person. I am certain that if she meets someone who is homosexual, she would not hold that against him/her, or look at them in a biased view. But with the mention of the word gay or homosexual, she says, "eww." As if it's disgusting or something unacceptable. I try not to be bothered, but I am. I am gravely bothered by that. Watching Jerry Springer's show is nervewrecking for me, because I see people who are just so intolerant and unaccepting. They hate with contempt and get enraged with a passion.

I am a person of neutrality. I'm not Republican, or Democratic, or even for the Independent or Green party. But staying completely impartial is so hard. I wonder if it's one of those things that come with age and wisdom. But I am so judgemental! Am I being completely hypocritical?

Here's a very interesting article, written by the late Daniel Pearl:

From the Archive: Oct. 17, 1994:
Stradivarius Violin, Lost Years Ago,
Resurfaces but New Owner Plays Coy

By DANIEL PEARL
Staff Reporter of THE WALL STREET JOURNAL

LOS ANGELES -- David Margetts still doesn't know if he left the borrowed Stradivarius on the roof of his car and drove off, or if it was stolen from the unlocked vehicle while he bought groceries.

That was in August 1967. Mr. Margetts, then a second violinist with a string quartet at the University of California at Los Angeles, sent notices to pawn shops and violin stores and took out classified ads. He spent the next 27 years worrying that the "Duke of Alcantara" Stradivarius, made in 1732, was gone forever.

It wasn't. Officials of UCLA, to which the instrument had been donated, say the same violin reappeared this January. But the tale doesn't end there. University officials have discovered that once somebody is smitten with the love of a Stradivarius, taking it away is like wresting a baby from its mother's arms.

Antonio Stradivari of Cremona, Italy, made about 1,200 violins, half of which still survive. After his death in 1737, factories churned out hundreds of thousands of copies. And every day, people bring violins with Stradivarius labels to appraisers, thinking they have bought the genuine article for a song. To break the bad news to such would-be millionaires, Los Angeles violin dealer Robert Cauer shows them a 1909 Sears Roebuck catalog advertising a Stradivarius copy for $1.95.

But Joseph Grubaugh, a violin dealer in Petaluma, Calif., says that when a violin teacher showed him a student's instrument bearing a Stradivarius label one day in January, he thought he was looking at the real thing. The slight ruggedness of the scroll, the spontaneity of the "purfling" and the "ropiness" of the Bosnian maple backside suggested that only the Italian master could have made the instrument.

He opened his copy of the Iconography of Antonio Stradivari and found a photograph of a violin with similar scratch marks on the back. It was the Duke of Alcantara. A bigger shock came a week later when the violin teacher picked up the repaired fiddle. Mr. Grubaugh flipped through a violin registry and saw the instrument listed as stolen from UCLA.

The student was amateur violinist Teresa Salvato, who says she got the violin as part of a divorce settlement last year. She says her husband received the violin around 1979 from his aunt, who helped run a music store and kept the double-violin case in a closet for years before her death. (The case also contained another violin that had been reported as missing at the same time.) Where the aunt got the violin case isn't known, Ms. Salvato says, but one piece of family lore had her picking it up beside a freeway on-ramp after mistaking the canvas-covered case for a baby.

Ms. Salvato contacted UCLA, but over the next 10 months declined the university's pleas to surrender the violin. Also, Ms. Salvato didn't appreciate the unannounced visit to her home in May by two campus police officers who, she says, threatened to arrest her and told neighbors she was a theft suspect. When they reappeared last week to serve civil court papers, Ms. Salvato wouldn't leave her locked car. She now is staying in a hotel.

And the Alcantara is in hiding. UCLA lawyers tried to get an injunction Friday in Superior Court in Los Angeles to force Ms. Salvato to disclose the location. Instead, university officials settled for Ms. Salvato's offer to bring the violin today to a museum, where it will stay unplayed while the court decides who owns it.

All the fuss is over a violin that by one estimate is valued at $800,000 -- a quarter of what the best Strads fetch. Antonio Stradivari would have been 88 years old when he built the Alcantara, and his sons Omobono and Francesco probably cut the F-holes. Experts who have seen the violin say its varnish was later touched up clumsily.

Besides, the violin wasn't played by anybody famous, unless one counts the concertmaster of the Detroit Symphony. The original owner was an obscure Spanish nobleman described in archives only as an "aide-de-camp of King Don Carlos, assassinated in Lisbon," according to Charles Beare, a Stradivarius expert and dealer in London.

Still, even a mediocre Stradivarius can be inspirational. Violinist W. Thomas Marrocco, who played the Alcantara in the 1960s, wrote a novel whose main character was the violin. Of the Alcantara, he says: "It's sweet, it's mellow, it's strong, it responds to every notion one has."

Violinists can have sticky fingers with such instruments. One New York violinist waited until he was on his deathbed in 1985 to reveal that the instrument he played for years was a Stradivarius stolen from Carnegie Hall nearly a half-century earlier. And David Sarser is losing hope of playing another Bach partita on his 1735 "ex-Zimbalist" Stradivarius, which disappeared three decades ago. Mr. Sarser says the violin has been photographed in Japan, but nobody will tell him who has it. "I have no desire to play any other instrument," he says. "It became part of me, and I became part of it."

Ms. Salvato played her mystery violin for the first time in January. It was "heavenly," she says, "smooth and gorgeous." It even helped her play in tune. "There are things I can't do on the violin, but I can execute them on that violin," she said.

During a recent telephone conversation with Robert Portillo, a musical curator for UCLA, Ms. Salvato asked if less-accomplished musicians might be allowed to play the violin. And she wondered "if there is any possible legal way I could keep it."

There isn't, says Carla Shapreau, a violin maker and lawyer retained by the university. If the Duke of Alcantara was stolen, "You can't get good title from a thief," and if it was found, the finder would have had to try to locate the owner.

But Ms. Salvato notes in a court filing that she wasn't the finder, and that several lawyers have told her she might have a claim to the violin. Attorney Allen Hyman, who represented her in Friday's hearing, said later that the violin could have been stolen centuries before UCLA ever got it.

"Can they trace it back to the Duke?" he asked with a grin. "Maybe we have to get in touch with the Duke's relatives."

Ms. Salvato insists she only wants what is right for the instrument. The university "lost it once," she says. "They're really not careful."

Mr. Portillo -- who complains that Ms. Salvato is taking the university "for a ride" -- says UCLA will be extremely mindful of the instrument if it is returned. One faculty member who is likely to play it is Alexander Treger, concertmaster of the Los Angeles Philharmonic Orchestra, who already plays an orchestra-owned 1711 Stradivarius. On tour, Mr. Treger says, "I don't leave the violin even if I have to go to the bathroom."

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This story particularly touched me in ways that not many non-musicians would understand. As a violinist, I know the power of a great instrument. Not just a shiny instrument with good colors. A instrument that rings true -- I have only been blessed to hear about the magical character of the Stradivarius. I doubt I would ever ever ever be able to lay my fingers on it. I do believe that I'd be possessed by its soul once I play a tune on it, which is what happens to most violinists.

Same story for other instruments as well -- some clarinettists and oboeists have a particular instrument that they just love -- (these are frequently made by masters in France) and many do get stolen and end up in pawn shops. If you search on Google.com, I am sure you'll get so many hits about stolen instruments and their serial numbers. You have to remember that no only do these babies cost a fortune, they also have your heart on strings. It's not about the money. It's about an appendage, a limb to these musicians. It's a vital organ. One simply can't do without it.

I am provoked to remind you of the ancient fable of King Solomon: He asked to have a baby split in half when two women were fighting over the child as their own. These instrumentalists are in the same predicament. I wonder what happened to this particular Stradivarius, but I can't seem to find an update. Perhaps someone else can find me the ending to this story.

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

Crystal's flight is getting delayed -- she missed her layover at O'Hare because the plane left Cedar Rapids too late. And furthermore, the later plane had a late departure, so she will be here (hopefully) at 7:01 PM instead of the original 5:23 PM. Well, at least she's coming! I know what it's like getting laid over at O'Hare -- I spent a good 9 hours there last winter because of a snow storm. It was crazy, let me tell you that. I'm glad she was only stranded for about an hour or so. I can't wait to see her!

I have survived finals...

My best friend is coming today and I will be picking her up...

Work is starting to look a teensy bit better, although not by much...

I will try not to take a hiatus from my blog, as it is a great portion of my life...

Tuesday, December 16, 2003

Hypothetically...

Say you haven't studied at all for a very important exam, such as a final exam.
Would you....
A: Spend as much time as you possibly can and cram in a semester worth of material in your brain and go to the exam sleepy and tired?
Or B: Go to sleep early and go to the exam refreshed and not tired?

By the time I figure out an answer to this, it will be too late. I will have been up most of the night thinking, and therefore will not get much sleep, and since I was thinking about this situation for so long, I would have studied nothing. Life is a vicious circle...

Monday, December 15, 2003

Another event happened that left me with much mixed feelings. I received a rather impressive Christmas present from a customer, whom I despised for years. She has the temper of a Tazmanian Devil, and curses like a witch, if you know what I mean. She's spit out a few unpleasant phrases to my face as well, and to my coworker and boss, multiple times. Every other time, she comes into the store apologetically and remains in a humble mode through the end of her visit. She often shows up with little pastries or a box of Korean canned juice -- a frequent peace offering after her raging sessions. The present she got me is a large box full of eye shadows, various make-up pencils, mirrors, and etc. from Elizabeth Arden. It must have cost quite a bit -- something I probably can't and won't afford. It makes me antsy to receive outrageous gifts like that beyond a price I would ever spend on myself. Of course I would buy something over 100's of dollars, but I would never ever spend so much on so much makeup. (I'd like to think that I don't need so much "enhancements" seeing that I am quite the beautiful creature I am!) I shouldn't be complaining about a gift I received. A gift, especially a lavish one is a good thing, right? I sound like a ninny with all this talk. I'll stop now.

My best friend is coming in two days! I get to pick her up from the airport as usual. I haven't seen her in a year, so it is going to be very exciting. There's something about childhood friends that is so comforting and familiar, even after years and years. Friends and acquaintances made as adults cause awkward moments when reunited after a long period of time -- at least for me, because I'm quite shy. But childhood friends like my chum -- she spends most of the time in Iowa -- is never awkward for a bit. It is great because there is a tinkling excitement on my drive over to the airport (I always happen to go at the worst traffic hours) and I just can't wait to see her. I am trying to save up enough money to go see her either spring break or at least next summer -- I'll need to save about $50 a month just for the plane ticket alone, which is no easy feat. But enough about that. My best friend's coming home and we're just going to have such a jolly good time... I can't wait!

I have very mixed feelings about Saddam's capture. I was in such shock when I heard the news, which was about half a day later. I was shocked even more than the time I heard about the planes that crashed into the WTC. I saw the photos and the videos of Mr Hussein, who had a long beard. He looked defeated. I am not too familiar with the "atrocities" that he had committed, although I have heard of the mass graves for which he is blamed. True, he was a dictator, a tyrant even -- but in my most humble opinion, I believe that he thought he was doing good. Not evil, but good. Perhaps from a different point of view than Mr. Bush did.

When it comes down to it, I saw him as a simple man who once had been charismatic and convincing enough to lead a nation, whether he used force or not. Pre-Saddam, Iraq wasn't much of a country, but in just few years he more than doubled the literacy rate, among other advancements. In the end, he was a defeated man, unloved by all. He had two sons, who were like his right and left arms, killed, and all his glory taken away in a matter of weeks. He could have used his talents, intelligence, his charisma for a better purpose. He could have risen to fame and glory without meeting this harsh end. But then again, it all comes down to the choices we make. We all pay for our choices; Saddam will pay now.

During the time he spent, living in that coffin-like hole, what went through his mind? When a person of such great power collided with a bleak brick wall... what did he way to himself? Did he have remorse for the life he led? Did he curse fate? Did he vow to rise again? It must have been horrible. Like a child, who stole money from the mom's wallet; it may have been just a few dollars, but knowing the inevitable punishment that lies ahead... not just punishment but to be hated and discarded by society... I won't say that I like Saddam. I don't. But I pity him nonetheless.

Sunday, December 14, 2003

SADDAM HUSSEIN, CAUGHT!