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    The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work

    By Alain de Botton

    (Pantheon Books; 326 pages; $26)

    Shop Class as Soul Craft An Inquiry Into the Value of Work

    By Matthew B. Crawford

    (Penguin; 246 pages; $25.95)

    Elaine Margolin, Special to The Chronicle
    Wednesday, June 24, 2009

    Alain de Botton's new philosophical treatise, "The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work," feels like an intellectual acid trip without the stimulants. He focuses your gaze where you have never even considered looking and turns upside down your notions of beauty and love and work and what really is involved in crafting a meaningful life. The book is groundbreaking in approach, style and imagination.

    De Botton, author of "How Proust Can Change Your Life" and "Status Anxiety," travels anywhere and everywhere. On foot, he hikes with a friend throughout an entire city, following the power lines that connect one place to another until they disappear underground. He visits an enormous food processing plant and listens quietly as two women chat aimlessly while working the assembly line. He watches the huge cargo ships that travel the seas, and as he moves from one location to another, he strategically places stark black-and-white photographs of what he is witnessing on random pages; we can see what he is looking at with our own eyes, and then his, until somehow it seems as if we are doing it together.

    De Botton relishes the ingeniousness and complexity and size of man-made machinery and feels saddened that most of us go through our lives in a state of semi-oblivion about the mechanical workings of the world. Most of us "know nothing about the gantry cranes and iron-ore bulk carriers, who register the economy as only a set of numbers, who have avoided close study of switch gears and wheat storage and spare ourselves close acquaintance with the manufacturing protocols for tensile steel cable."

    In one profile, he chronicles the life of a painter who has spent close to a decade making paintings of the same huge oak tree over and over again, from different angles and with different colors during different times of the year. The artist attempts to explain to de Botton his obsession with the tree, his belief being that if he is able to master it on canvas, he will be able to achieve a longed-for sense of majesty and transcendence in his own unnoticed life. We feel de Botton's envy of the artist growing, and then our own, as we witness a man most of us would pass on the street without glancing at consumed by a secret passion that lifts him from despair.

    Matthew Crawford's book, "Shop Class as Soul Craft: An Inquiry Into the Value of Work," seems to have channeled the wisdom of de Botton and put it to practical use in his own life.

    Crawford was raised on a California commune and as a young man worked as an electrician's apprentice. He eventually found his way to the University of Chicago, where he earned a doctorate in political philosophy, followed by a high-paying job at a think tank. But only five months into his career, he abandoned it and opened a motorcycle restoration business.

    Like de Botton's artist, Crawford spends an absurd number of hours renovating old motorcycles for customers who can't bear to throw them away. The motorcycles have become for their owners symbols of their fantasies and hopes, perhaps memories of their fading youth, and Crawford approaches each restoration with the tenderness of a doctor, the skilled hands of a mechanic and a poet's soul. When he is working on a motorcycle, he is completely energized by the task before him; the analysis, the physical labor, the sensual joy that comes with working with his hands.

    Like de Botton, Crawford has written an unusual and compelling book that seduces us to succumb to the passions that are dormant within us, begging for release.

    Elaine Margolin is a book reviewer and essayist in Hewlett, N.Y. E-mail her at books@sfchronicle.com.

    http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cg...DDO1183P0F.DTL

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    Re: Where the Work Meets the Road

    Thanks for the link Don.

    De Botton says:

    that most of us go through our lives in a state of semi-oblivion about the mechanical workings of the world. Most of us "know nothing about the gantry cranes and iron-ore bulk carriers, who register the economy as only a set of numbers, who have avoided close study of switch gears and wheat storage and spare ourselves close acquaintance with the manufacturing protocols for tensile steel cable."

    I think he is close to the truth. The state of semi-oblivion extends to more than is writen about in this book. Everyday is spent in this state.

    'Know Thyself' — Easier Said Than Done

    Benjamin Franklin wrote in his 1750 Poor Richard's Almanac that "There are three things extremely hard: steel, a diamond, and to know one's self." The problem of achieving accurate self-knowledge hasn't gotten any easier in 250 years; and, as shown in a new research report, there are major real-world consequences to this very human attribute.


    http://www.psychologicalscience.org/...5/pr051028.cfm

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      That's true. As the inscription at the Oracle of Delphi commands: Gnothi Safton"
      Know Yourself.

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        Gnosis means "knowledge"; a specific kind of intimate knowledge, the way lovers know one another. The root of gnosis hides in the more familiar words recognize, cunning, and narrative. For spiritual seekers, gnosis is deep understanding of the Divine and our relationship to it. Dutch scholar Gilles Quispel explained it simply as "knowledge of the heart"; quite simply, gnosis is insight.






        Contemporary Gnostics would add a further point; that the system or daily world of our experience – one of deadlines, "spun" media, spilled coffee, parking tickets, and traffic jams – is an artificial construct, and we have a responsibility to wake up from this illusion into a real, spiritual world outside of "the powers that be". Modern Gnosticism tends to focus on this idea of "false reality" versus "waking up".


        http://jordanstratford.blogspot.com/...icism-101.html

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          Over the last year or so I've been enjoying the pre-Code Hollywood films, most of which have been re-released by Turner Classic Movies, in collections and on their broadcasts.

          A recent essay in the New York Review of Books, When Hollywood Dared, by Geoffrey O'Brien, makes the salient point that Lalaland, with limited canned scripts now the norm, developed first music, then better lighting, editing techniques, etc. to retain the audience in films the plotline of which was discernible after the first 15 minutes. In that way we have "progressed" to a well established alternate reality lodged in the heads of many, provided by the boys in celluloid.

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            Originally posted by don View Post
            Over the last year or so I've been enjoying the pre-Code Hollywood films, most of which have been re-released by Turner Classic Movies, in collections and on their broadcasts.

            A recent essay in the New York Review of Books, When Hollywood Dared, by Geoffrey O'Brien, makes the salient point that Lalaland, with limited canned scripts now the norm, developed first music, then better lighting, editing techniques, etc. to retain the audience in films the plotline of which was discernible after the first 15 minutes. In that way we have "progressed" to a well established alternate reality lodged in the heads of many, provided by the boys in celluloid.
            I remember Coppola saying that his favorite movies are from the 20's, I was surprised. He actually said he could name half a dozen from that era.
            http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4mJdjlRIEfo

            I have never seen a pre Hollywood movie, maybe heard of Mae West that's it, and clips referenced in this docu.

            Sex at 24 Frames Per Second


            Although not a pre-Hollywood movie, I wonder how much has been lost forever.

            'The Red Shoes' shines anew


            THE CLASSICS
            After combating mold, dirt and shrinkage, a 21/2-year restoration of the 1948 Technicolor stunner culminates at Cannes.

            ..

            Not that restoring those colors to their original brilliance was easy. First, it turned out that every reel of the original negative, which had been stored in Great Britain, had been attacked by mold, causing what Gitt describes as "thousands of visible tiny cracks and fissures."

            To get rid of the mold, Whitehead had to both use ultrasonic cleaners and hand-clean parts of the negative frame by frame with perchloroethylene, commonly known as perc, a hazardous fluid usually used in dry cleaning.

            Another problem discovered early on was that "there were thousands of visible red, blue and green specks caused by embedded dirt and scratches." Once all this was dealt with, Gitt remembers, "we breathed a big sigh of relief, we thought we were free and clear." It was then that yet another problem, negative shrinkage, was discovered.

            A Technicolor issue

            As its name indicates, three-strip Technicolor was shot with three different negatives, and over the course of time some of the negatives had shrunken to different sizes. Also, it turned out that the camera had been out of adjustment for much of the shoot, and the equipment Technicolor had originally used to adjust for that was no longer functional. As a result, the images looked like a 3-D movie without the glasses, with red and green fringes around the sides.

            These problems, and others, including the "flickering, mottling and 'breathing' " of the image, were all corrected via digital restoration to the point where "The Red Shoes" actually looks better now than it ever has. "In 1948, images were fuzzy by today's standards," Gitt explains. "And because there was more information on the negative than could be printed at the time, we got a lot more off it than they were able to do when the film first came out."

            Those red shoes have never looked redder, or more alluring, than they do today.

            ..
            http://articles.latimes.com/2009/may.../ca-redshoes17

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              Re: Where the Work Meets the Road

              Pre-Code Hollywood.pdf

              Thomas Doherty used this great pre-Code composition on the cover of his book.

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