The Ming Amateur Ideal and the Art Factories of Shenzhen or "Why Mo Shilong would probably carry a Prada man-purse"

In the Ming sixteenth-century fin-de-siècle, elite painters clung to an ideal of amateurism in art and painting. Painters such as Wen Zhengming (文徵明 1470-1567) and Dong Qichang (董其昌 1555-1636) among others championed the connoisseurship of the dilettante and disparaged those who painted to make a living. Never mind the constant exchange between literati of especially prized paintings as “gifts” and “loans,” it was the amateur intent that mattered. (The exchange of ‘gifts’ reminds me of the old “Jon Lovitz as Picasso” sketch on SNL when he would pay his bar tab by drawing a smiley face on a cocktail napkin and sign it with a flourished “PICASSO!”)

In the world of education and government, the proper gentleman was a generalist idealizing Confucius’ famous comment that the 君子 (nobleman) was not a tool/vessel. Specialization was derisively considered the domain of the merchant or the craftsman. According to Joseph Levenson, “The amateur’s scorn of professionalism has an aspect, too, of patrician contempt for the grasping climbers who were not the gentry’s sort. There were overtones of anti-commercial feeling in the scholar’s insistence that the proper artist is financially disinterested.”[1]Perhaps of even more concern to the scholar-gentleman than the professional painter were the

Thoughts on learning Chinese whilst hanging in France

I love to complain about France, but the truth is…I kind of like it here. True, I rarely have to DO anything while I’m here. The times when I’ve worked in the archives or watched as YJ tried to find an apartment or negotiate the bureaucracy of the local university makes me really glad that my usual purpose is here is ‘vacation.’ But such is.

YJ’s apartment is on a quiet street near Place Gambetta and—this is shocking—adjacent to Bordeaux’s main shopping district. The streets are all cobblestones and are lined with stores, both small shops and international chains, interpolated nicely with the occasional café or restaurant. As is usual in France, we’ve stopped trying to find “French” cuisine and instead take advantage of the cosmopolitan nature of French cities to enjoy cuisine d’outre-mer. Yesterday it was Indian food. Today we walked about 15 minutes to a vegetable market tucked into a narrow street and surrounded by African markets. And if all else fails, the local Mickey-D’s is three blocks away and we can order a “Royal avec Cheese.” (No metric system, you know.)

I’ve spent the day working, but not really: mostly reviewing Chinese. Fifty

Live from Reykjavik, Iceland

It is day one of my annual migration to France. With luck and fortune it will be the last of these for awhile. This year fiscal prudence has forced me to abandon my previous habit of flying British Airways business class and turn instead to Icelandair. As a result, rather than relaxing in the Heathrow Business class lounge I am sitting in the transit deck of the airport here in Reykjavik. It’s the first time in many moons that I’ve been in a country where I had absolutely no knowledge of the language. At all. This is of course okay because Icelanders speak English better than I do albeit with a weird lilt that sounds a little like Britney Spears trying to effect an Irish brogue after three or four cocktails.

I may have to dodge the thunderbolts of Odin for saying this, but so help me, with the hardwood floors, white walls, and tasteful modern furniture, the waiting area looks like the Ikea in West Sacramento except for (down to?) the group of Chinese tourists taking pictures of themselves standing in front of the “Welcome to Iceland” sign.

Other notes on Iceland: I passed

US defeats China by 31 points…

I consider myself one of the least jingoistic of sports fans. In the NBA, I tend to root for teams, like the Suns, who have a large number of internationals on the squad. I have even been so appalled by the sight of American fans chanting U-S-A! U-S-A! while we dismantle Eastern Slobodovecia (pop. 453) in Olympic sports that I actively root against my home country. Nevertheless, the recent resurgence of the USA Men’s Senior Basketball Squad has been a thing of beauty to behold. USA basektball banned the posses and the posers and fielded a team based on a 3-year commitment. The result? A real squad and not just the richest pick-up team ever. I like Chinese basketball but…wow!…the USA just took them apart. Given our long-running struggles on the football pitch and baseball diamond(let us not mention the battlefield), it’s nice to see that America in decline still has something that we can win.

We’re #42! We’re #42! Take that Karolinska Institute in Stockholm!

It’s the time of the year to rank the “best” colleges and universities from around the world and as usual UC Davis clings to the top 50 like a tenacious wild-eyed sloth grips a honey-soaked palm branch.

According to US News & World Reports annual rankings UC Davis checks in at number 47 in the USA. Shanghai Jiaotong University ranks the “Home of the Aggies” at number 42 in the world (32nd in the USA).

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