The French Quarter

Well, a very busy day at the actual conference yesterday, so the “French Quarter” post isn’t going up till today.

My co-author Cindy and I presented our paper, and I think we have a great topic that I hope to continue exploring at this same conference next year, although most likely in a different division with a different focus. We (and Anne-Marie, our third co-author, who’s a chemistry prof) did this year’s paper through the Materials Division, and our primary focus was how study of chocolate as a “material” can help engineering students understand general concepts about molecular structure and phase transformation.

Cindy’s an engineer and Anne-Marie’s a scientist. I’m liberal arts, so my part was to talk about how using chocolate in a materials class can also provide a great opportunity to make connections with the broader contexts in which engineering decisions are made. For example, because the cost of cocoa butter is so high, a logical engineering decision for someone working in the chocolate industry might be to substitute alternate materials for some or all of the cocoa butter. Soy lecithin has been used for years as an emulsifier  to stabilize chocolate and keep the fats from separating in a product containing lower levels of cocoa butter. But legally a product cannot be called “chocolate” in most countries if that key ingredient of cocoa butter is removed completely. The Chocolate Manufacturers Association petitioned the FDA in 2007 to change the regulatory definition of chocolate by removing the requirement that cocoa butter remain a principal component, but the FDA told them no. And consumer backlash in response to the taste deterioration following the industry’s 2006 adoption of PGPR as an additional emulsifier (to help hold the chocolate together after removing even more cocoa butter) led to a pledge by Hershey in 2015 to return to simpler, more recognizable ingredients in their product.

Additionally, using chocolate as a material provides an especially dense supply of other broad-context issues. For one thing, cocoa is an agricultural product originating from farms in a pretty limited handful of locations in the world where geography and climate are favorable. “Sustainability” and “fair trade” and “ethical, socially responsible trade” are all concepts that can be explored in connection with study of chocolate as a material. Similarly, business concepts like supply-chain management can be studied. Thanks to a looming imbalance between growing demand for chocolate from India and China and increasingly precarious supply issues in key cocoa-producing countries (ineffective agricultural policies, low-yield traditional farming techniques, unethical labor practices, and other sustainability concerns), the world’s largest chocolate manufacturers have recognized the need to step up and address cocoa’s supply chain issues themselves by sharing data on farming practices and crop yields and investing their own money in programs aimed at stabilizing the entire system from cocoa farms to chocolate factories. Our paper’s focus this year was the chemistry and engineering end; next year we may try to do another paper that looks more at how chocolate can be used as a starting point from which students can branch outward into considering these other political, economic, and social concerns.

But enough shop talk. Time to get down to the serious business of my sightseeing😄

Late Saturday afternoon Cindy and I had both just arrived in town, so we connected to do some initial exploring. Cindy has actually been to New Orleans a number of times, so she knew all kinds of things we could quickly pack into our evening.

We walked north from the convention center through narrow pre-automobile streets that felt almost like a set for a Disney-style park. The only way such streets can work in today’s world is by being open to one-way traffic only. We went straight up Fulton Street (the narrow streets have more shade, something you instantly learn to seek out in New Orleans!) to the French Quarter and Jackson Square. Several people had told me I had to see  Jackson Square, that it was a must-see item on any tourist itinerary, but it truthfully didn’t seem like anything special to me.

On the other hand, I was quite intrigued by the carriages lined up on the street outside Jackson Square. Several of them were being drawn not by horses but by mules. If you enlarge this picture you can make out this one’s long ears.

New Orleans carriage drawn by a mule

I can’t tell you the last time I saw a mule!

Some of the women I met last night at the Multidisciplinary Engineering Division’s business meeting took a carriage ride Sunday, and they said the driver told them that mules withstand the heat better than horses. I just now did a quick online search and found that working mules were apparently a key part of New Orleans’ urban infrastructure and functionality for much of its history. Interesting to learn!

The only other significant French Quarter thing we did Saturday night was to go for beignets and coffee at Cafe Du Monde.

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It was so great to be with Cindy because even though the place was packed, which probably would have caused me to turn away had I been on my own, she led the way in through the tight mass of tables until we found one that had just been vacated at the very back of the outdoor seating area (under a roof, but open all around, like a covered patio). An employee was just cleaning away the heaps of powdered sugar from the small marble-topped table with a damp towel. When we sat down, he immediately transformed from busboy to waiter and took our order. Cindy’s experience made our beignet adventure super painless and super enjoyable. And the table was right next to a railing that lined the patio, so we just soaked up the breeze coming off the river and watched the people walking by.

We were so hot that we stopped at Starbucks for cold drinks to sustain us on the walk up to the French Quarter, where we then ordered hot coffee. Hence Cindy's empty Starbucks cup on the table.

We were so hot that first we went to Starbucks for cold drinks to carry on the walk up to the French Quarter, where we then ordered hot coffee. This totally would make sense if you were there. But hence Cindy’s empty Starbucks cup on the table.

Beignets are very similar to the elephant ears, funnel cakes, and fry bread I’ve eaten over the years at county/state fairs. Funny that so many different cultures all managed to arrive at the same basic recipe for fried dough topped with sugar. Great minds think alike, I guess! Yum😄

 

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Riding to (and on) the City of New Orleans

The big annual conference for engineering educators (ASEE) is happening this week in New Orleans. I hate flying (who doesn’t anymore?) and so booked a bedroom on the train from Milwaukee. I’ve always wanted to do that, and with a long-haul from Chicago to the “Crescent City”/”Big Easy,” here was the perfect opportunity.

So far, so good!

I ran into several colleagues here at the convention center today who had the usual stressful occurrences on their trips down. One person’s luggage went astray. Someone else got stuck on the ground in Tampa (inside his plane) for a couple of hours due to thunderstorms. Oh, yes, and no one was able to get a direct flight. All wound up journeying from Milwaukee to New Orleans via plane transfers that seemed pretty far away and illogical to me.

Meanwhile, I had the nicest long distance travel I’ve ever experienced. Thank you, Amtrak!

I didn’t end up bringing my laptop with me because I decided at the last minute I’d better travel light. So it may be difficult to upload many pictures. But I’ll  try to put up a few every day this week. Plus since I am typing this on my phone, I’m probably better off doing shorter posts every day than one big post. Even with autocorrect, I am literally “all thumbs” using my thumbs. Easier to avoid a million typos in a short post.

So for today, let me just say again how GREAT my trip down to New Orleans was!

Enjoying the trip in an Amtrak bedroom

I took this photo to send to my husband and daughters. I had so much space in my bedroom compartment! I realized once I boarded that I probably could have just booked a sleeper, which would have been a tiny room with two chairs facing that then converted to a bed. In my bedroom I had more space (a sofa and a chair and a sink and a private bathroom). The air conditioning was working well, and in the morning I was able to get really delicious coffee in the corridor. So here. I am, feet propped up on a pillow covered with a towel (out of courtesy for the future traveler😄), sipping great coffee and reading a book by one of my fave authors, while the world speeds past.

My sleeper included meals in the dining car. Simple food, but delicious! I sat with the same dad and his 6-year-old son at both dinner Friday night and lunch Saturday. It was fun meeting them, Brent (dad) and Tyler (adorable son). Here was our view from the dining car.

View of Chicago, looking north, from the train yard near Soldier Field aboard the City of New Orleans

View of Chicago, looking north, from the train yard near Soldier Field aboard the City of New Orleans

When we got to Mississippi on Saturday morning, I kept seeing these really odd-looking fields, different than any I’ve ever seen. In person, anyway. Is there any chance this could be rice? (Yes, those are my ghostly hands taking the photo.)

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The fields were wet in between the rows of crops, which looked a lot like some kind of grass. (On the other hand, I suppose there’s a chance this crop actually WAS grass, like the ornamental stuff grown for landscapers😄)

Well, I guess that’s about enough on my NOLA adventure for today. Tomorrow . . . the French Quarter!

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City Hall, Twice Removed

Twice removed – the reflection reflected, on the south side of State Street, at an angle from north and west, viewed from north and east.

Milwaukee City Hall reflection

Once removed – the original reflection, looking north from Red Arrow Park.

Milwaukee City Hall reflection

And the real thing – viewed by pivoting 180 degrees to look due south across the park. Note the flag waving in the opposite direction,  sort of a “mirror image” in reverse 🙂

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No smoking. And they mean it!

No smoking sign behind locked fencing

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How about a nice game of chess?

Seen on Milwaukee’s near west side. If you were born in the last 25 years, you might not know what this sign means. The truth is, it probably doesn’t mean anything anymore. Just a relic of a bygone era.

fallout shelter sign

During the Cold War, one form of preparation for surviving nuclear weapons attacks was the designation of many buildings with basements as “fallout shelters” (Wikipedia article here). This sign looks pretty old, and the “capacity” number has been covered over. I somewhat doubt this building’s owner still considers it a civic obligation to shelter citizenry in the event of an atomic bomb explosion in Milwaukee.

Another way America prepared for nuclear holocaust was to teach the “duck and cover” maneuver to schoolchildren across the nation.

America’s preoccupation with the existential threat of “mutually assured destruction” persisted even into the 1980s.

See 1983’s “The Day After,” for example, which according to Wikipedia remains the highest-rated television film in history. This movie documented the horrific ordeal awaiting those “lucky” enough to survive a nuclear attack.

Or 1983’s War Games, starring Matthew Broderick, Ally Sheedy, Dabney Coleman, and a really scary computer named “Joshua” that learns an important lesson by film’s end about what constitutes the only “winning move” in the game of Global Thermonuclear War.

Apparently the Cold War was still quite hot as of 1983.

I came across the video below recently. If real (and I assume it is because I found it via a story on NPR), it boggles the mind that anyone would be so foolhardy as to stand “Directly Under An Exploding Nuclear Bomb,” as the NPR (National Public Radio) story’s headline reads.

Our capacity for self-delusion is pretty staggering. After letting the genie out of the bottle, we remain arrogant or stupid enough to believe we can control the consequences.

Which may be an inescapable aspect of the human condition.

 

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Little Free Library (#7) – Milwaukee Fire Department, Engine House 32

Found in the neighborhood just northeast of 35th and Vliet in Milwaukee. Saving lives in more ways than one 🙂

 

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So many milks! And coffee, coffee, coffee!

Americans don’t realize how rich we are. It’s so easy not to feel rich when we read about luxury homes sold in London, Paris, or New York for eight or even nine figures. Millions and millions and millions of dollars. Who can afford that? Not us, the vast unrich.

Yet what constitutes “rich” is obviously subject to interpretation—a point that is driven home whenever I teach my Survey of Third World Literature class. (Yes, the course name is outdated. I inherited it and hope to rename it, although I will say it does provide an opportunity to explain terms like First/Free World, Second/Communist World, and Third World. Perhaps not surprisingly, these are fuzzy concepts for many students born after the end of the Cold War.)

A few weeks into the term, someone will observe that the stories we’re reading all seem to be about poor people. Why do so many “third world” authors choose poverty as a central topic/theme in their short stories and novels? At which point another student with first-hand knowledge from travel abroad will speak up and tell them it’s because poverty is the norm.

Literature allows you to experience life inside the skin of another person. It expands your consciousness in a way no other art form can, except maybe cinema. So today’s post is about literature and cinema and real life and perspective.

My last year in college I had three Chinese roommates. One of them lived with me the entire year. Her “American” name was Daphne. Chinese students at my college chose American names for their time studying in the United States. Many of these names were clearly inspired by Greek and Roman mythology, although names like Florence and Gertrude also somehow made their way into the mix. When Daphne arrived at our apartment, she was literally right off the plane. Her flight landed in Columbus, where her sister, a grad student at Ohio State, picked her up and drove her over to Dayton. My other roommate and I had put up “Roommate Wanted” signs around campus with little tear-off strips across the bottom with our phone number. Daphne and her sister went to campus as soon as they got to town, found our sign, and called us.

Daphne had never previously been to the U.S. She had no car and and very few belongings. After her sister departed for Columbus again, I took Daphne food shopping with me. It was her first time in an American grocery store.

Once there, we split up to do our own shopping. I zipped up and down the aisles and eventually found Daphne standing in front of the dairy case. Just standing there, paralyzed. As I approached her, she turned with an expression somewhere between wonder and horror.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“So many milks!”

Suddenly I saw that dairy case through her eyes. Whole milk, 2%, 1%, skim. Gallons, half-gallons, quarts, pints, and half-pints. All the different brands, row upon row. The choices were overwhelming. I’d never thought about it before.

Have you seen Moscow on the Hudson? In this 1984 film, Robin Williams plays a Russian circus performer who defects during a visit to Bloomingdale’s department store in New York while his troupe is touring the U.S. One of the store’s security guards gives Williams a place to stay temporarily, taking him home to the Harlem apartment he shares with his parents, sister, and grandfather.

Williams’ first trip to an American grocery store reminded me of Daphne’s experience. Or, what I really mean to say is, it made me realize that Daphne’s experience was not unique.

First he asks where the coffee line is. During the Soviet era, according to one of my professors who had lived in Russia, you had to stand in three lines to buy something at a grocery store: the first, to select your purchase; the second, to pay for your purchase; and the third, to pick up your purchase.

Second . . . well, just take a look at this clip 🙂

How stressed are we by our arrays of choices without even knowing it? Or is it possible we actually aren’t stressed out? Have the incredible variety and bounty available to us led us to develop an ability to tune out extraneous information?

Maybe it takes the astonishment of newcomers to open our eyes to the freedom and wealth Americans take for granted.

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Panorama of the Panorama!

I stopped in this morning to see the Grohmann Museum’s new exhibit.

Although it opened May 27, I’ve only been in the building since then during hours when the gallery is closed. Last week was finals, and between holing up to grade over the weekend while also prepping to lead my Great Books event Wednesday evening (we talked about Annie Baker’s The Flick, which won the 2014 Pulitzer Prize for Drama), I just haven’t been around much in the daytime.

First of all, by the way (and just because . . .), here’s a photo I took of the Grohmann’s entrance atrium as I left the building around 9:00 Wednesday evening after dropping my laptop and other materials at my office when Great Books ended. The “gloaming” twilight made everything more striking somehow than it is during the day. The general public is never inside the museum at night except during Gallery Night, and then all the inside lights are on, meaning you’d never be able to see this exact view anyway, with the bluish-purple evening light illuminating the staircase through the arc of glass walls. So I thought I’d share 🙂

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Okay, back to the new exhibit. It’s called “Milwaukee’s Industrial Landscapes: Paintings by Michael Newhall” and it runs May 27–August 21.

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The showpiece of the exhibit is a massive 9-panel panorama of Milwaukee’s Walker’s Point neighborhood. It takes up a whole wall by itself! I couldn’t resist taking a “panorama of the panorama” just to see what it would look like. It’s pretty cool! (You can click on the photo to enlarge it to full screen.)

"Walker's Point Pan, 1984-87" by Michael Newhall

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And then there’s also this other painting I liked that struck me as really different and intriguing.

"Alley Behind Factory, Chicago, 1983" by Michael Newhall

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You may be able to experience what I’m getting at if you click on the photo of the painting above to enlarge it. (Don’t double click, for you’ll get an enlargement so huge you can see the canvas weave, which is sort of fun but also way too big for the point I’m making 🙂 ) Or you can just look at the smaller section enlarged below (or even click on it to get a larger version of just this portion of the painting, if you like.)image

Look at how crisp the detail of the two houses is compared to the trailing tree branches in the foreground and the factory building in the background. It’s like this painting somehow approximates the shallow depth of field you might see in a photograph taken with a telephoto lens. I’ve never noticed a painting do this before (possibly because I just don’t visit enough galleries and museums), and I really like the effect this technique has on the painting.

Or maybe I should say on the viewer’s experience of this painting.

When I focus my gaze on the chimneys of the yellow house, suddenly the foreground and middle ground elements seem to come closer to me while the cocoa-colored factory in the background simultaneously recedes and rushes forward. Your mind’s eye recognizes the building’s distance while also perceiving its abnormally close presence and mass. It’s a very odd, disconcerting sensation of almost physical movement.

Can you feel it, too?

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The Lilac Tree

‘The Lilac Tree’ features a natural field recording of a Blackbird in full song. Recorded 17 May 2016, Saham Hills, Norfolk, England.

Source: The Lilac Tree

(Note from me: Sounds like R2D2 here and there😄)

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Tenacity (or, “Life finds a way.”)

At first glance this probably looks like my usual abstract, geometrical whatever type of photo. (It surprises me to realize I even have a “usual” type of photo . . . )

spider web in public restroom

But look again.

Can you see it? That delicate little spiral framework of a spider’s web?

No matter how impregnable or sterile our human “fortresses” may seem, life really does find a way to”break through” and continue functioning—thriving, even!—despite our best efforts at control.

(Below, from Jurassic Park, an exchange that ends with one of my favorite movie lines ever 🙂 )

 

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