Saturday, August 27, 2011

Rugs, not in the Toupee Sense

As I know my audience, allow me to start with a picture of my daughter Anna "Banana" Brothers. She an routinely stand, and if not distracted, will often take ~5 steps before reverting to crawling. Her first birthday is ~ 2 weeks away.


Now, to textiles. When I was in the US, I told a few people about how I like Persian/Oriental rugs, and how I had bought a bunch. Pictures were requested, so here they are. All are handmade tribal rugs I bought from Riyaz here in Doha; if you haven't been to see the Rugman, you missed something here in Doha. All the photographs include a US $1 for scale. Also note that I am working from memory, so as Nicole and other correct my recollections, there will be modifications to this post. Finally, I don't have anything, and am fairly sure I don't want anything, that we don't walk on everyday.

Now, in no particular order: I really like the following rug, especially since if you look at the bottom (in the sense of the image) border you can see some little asymmetries. These aren't made from a pattern, but rather some geometric sense of the weaver, so you get little bits of "goofiness" like that.

I believe this a Turkmen, and you can see it is fairly small. I especially like the yellow/brown bits, which I believe are actually just undyed wool.

This is an prayer rug, which I believe Riyaz said was at least 20 years old. I had some trepidation about placing a prayer rug in my home, as I didn't want to seem disrespectful or culturally insensitive. I spoke to a couple Muslim friends of mine, and they said not worry, as long as it is done in god taste. Anyway, the pattern really pops when you are a couple feet away from it.
I believe this was also a prayer rug. Two interesting things to note: First, the pattern is directional, which I thought was cool. Second, the background color is black, which is not common in my experience, and as you can sort of see on the right side before the square border, two different dye batches were used for the wool, resulting in slightly different blacks.

More later.









Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Awesome.

So, tomorrow or the day after I am going to pick up my first Cadillac. I bought a black CTS4.

I drive a Cadillac.

I am a professor with 3 autonomous research grants, two of which are with leaders in the field, and one of which is with a buddy of mine who is going to be a leader soon. Seriously, It is like being the backup QB on a Super Bowl winner.

I am married to Nicole Lancy, who happens to simply be the greatest person I have ever met. If I could't be her friend, I'd want to be her lover. If I couldn't be her lover, I'd be her best friend. I'm both, and she is mine.

I am the man I wanted to be at 15.

So awesome.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

A random smattering of photographs to amuse and enlighten

Upon the announcement of the World Cup, which is apparently some sort of soccer competition, the nation of Qatar built a giant burning atom.

Somebody loves her daddy!

"Look, I can see why you would think that, but here's how it's going to work."

My children, holding hands on a Friday morning.

Two incredibly famous scientists wearing bibs.
My postdoctoral adviser and my PhD adviser at lunch in Doha. Left is Gus Scuseria and right is Kennie Merz.
"Yeah, and?"
"Stop sneaking up on me like this!"
"Mornin'."
"It's just a drill! No need to spread rumors. Anyway, hypothetically, what would a radioactive al-Qaeda tiger eat?"
The jewelry says wealth, and the collar says fun, while the mustache inspires trust. I don't know what they sell, but I'll buy 2.
Joke unnecessary.