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Instead, she bases her decisions on factors such as texture, appearance, etc. It struck me when I read that, that judging jams&jellies without tasting them is like judging a trial without listening to the evidence. But no one has ever asked me to judge a jam&jelly competition, so what do I know. My favorite preserve is "Sour Cherry Spoon Fruit" from American Spoon Foods, headquartered in Petoskey, MI, just across Little Traverse Bay from Harbor Springs, where I summered for many years. But I've foolishly based my "favorite" appellation on the taste of that product. I'm not sure what criteria the judges use in judging the women who enter the "homemaker of the year" competition, or where they find these women (there are so few of them left). But I can say that Jennifer Walsh, the winner of the competition this year in Jackson County, MI, got "a perfect 100" from all three judges and that they based their decisions not only on her being "a wonderful young woman" but on "three family photos she shot with a camera she got for Mother's Day, some strawberry-rhubarb jam, fudge, peanut brittle, applesauce and a green quilted throw pillow." I wonder if her jam actually tastes good or only looks good. (08.26.2001) Madison Square Garden in NYC (covered each day on USA Network). Although Mathilda does watch TV (she loves Dawson of Dawson's Creek), she had no interest in watching the Westminster on USA.I'm a dog lover, too, not a dog fancier. But I think if I had cable TV I might enjoy the show. In fact, if I weren't busy on other writing projects, I might try writing a law review article on the subject of the traits and techniques shared by good dog judges and good common law judges. I've known a few of the latter. Years ago one of the good ones I knew judged a few of the human equivalents of dog shows, the so-called beauty pageants, now sometimes referred to as "scholarship pageants." He found that the skills he employed as a common law judge came in quite handy in judging the young women. And I've discovered that the dog world even has its equivalent of Cardozo's The Nature of the Judicial Process. It's Tom Horner's Take Them Round Please -- The Art of Dog Judging. What Tom, a Brit, says of judging, Cardozo didn't say with more eloquence: "When judging you must not be swayed by any consideration, except by the relative merit of the dog in front of you. You have but one duty: to judge the dogs. Forget the handlers, and forget what [shows] the dogs have won previously. Place the dogs as you think they should stand, never mind if the winner belongs to your best friend or your worst enemy. Disregard the fact that you won under one of the exhibitors last week, and that another is judging at the next show. Be completely selfish - please yourself and simply judge the dogs and safeguard your reputation. That is the only way to gain respect from your peers" But there are differences in recommended techniques. Horner says, "Use a 'hands on' approach to properly evaluate a dog's structure." I believe he is speaking literally. Common-law judges, whether judging contested cases or beauty pageants, may use a figurative but not a literal "hands on" approach.
As I said, Mathilda had no interest in watching Westminster. Nor, despite the fact she is an accomplished dog painter herself, has Mathilda any desire to visit the Secord Gallery or the Doyle Gallery next time we're in NYC together. The Secord Gallery is an art gallery in NYC that is devoted to dog paintings, that is, paintings of dogs. The gallery has been featuring an exhibition of European dog paintings in connection with the Westminster and collaborated with the Doyle Gallery on an exhibition and auction of 19th Century paintings of dogs. Sweet gal that she is, Mathilda's tongue nonetheless has bite. She said wryly that presumably a lot of pug lovers visit such galleries. And about pugs, she said, "Pugs are from Westchester and like being carried around by society women, whereas Australian shepherds -- 'Aussies,' as we like to be called -- are 'country,' even when we live in Edina or Grosse Pointe Farms. We like to earn our keep, whether by herding sheep, keeping geese off golf courses, professionally chasing flying discs, keeping airports free of large birds or, in my case, creating dog art." Will earning her keep include selling her paintings at the Secord someday? "I don't need to go to museums or galleries and I don't need them for my paintings. You'll find my paintings in a bar or a pub before you'll find them in a museum." [The painting to the right is one of Mathilda's self-portraits, from what she refers to as her "Impressionistic Period."]
Dog poetry? Same deal. She doesn't like the prissy kind of poetry written for people about dogs with 'poos (although Mathilda is clean as they come), but the real kind of poetry, written by both people and dogs for people and dogs using the language dogs and their ordinary human companions understand, the hard-scrabble language of the street, the pantry and the garage. Poems like "Me & The Dog & The Bone Of Love" by Everette Maddox. And short little dog haikus, like this one: "How do I love thee?/ The ways are numberless as/ My hairs on the rug." And poems like Lawrence Ferlinghetti's "Dog," which begins simply, "The dog trots freely in the street and sees reality...." One of Mathilda's favorites is this dog haiku, author unknown, which Mathilda says reminds her of Walt Whitman's great poem of all-inclusive, democratic equality, "I celebrate myself...." The poem? "Today I sniffed/ Many dog butts - I celebrate/ By kissing your face." With that, Mathilda gave me a wet Valentine smooch smack on my lips, then tipped her empty bowl over, signaling she needed a fill of bourbon and water. "Dog does not live by Kibbles'n'Bits alone," she quipped. "Or by art alone," she added, smoking on a stogie and tipping her green eyeshade rakishly to the side.
Announcement. We've finally gotten around to launching our new webzine/blawg: BurtLaw's The Daily Judge:
It is not an online newspaper and is not affiliated with or intended to be mistaken for any existing or previously-existing newspaper or journal. Rather, it is a so-called "blawg," a law-related personal "web log" or "blog," one with a subjective, idiosyncratic, and eccentric sociological and social-psychological slant that focuses not on the latest judicial decisions of supposed great importance but on a) the institution of judge in the United States and in other countries throughout the world, b) the judicial office and role, c) judicial personalities, d) the great common law tradition of judging as practiced here and throughout the world, e) judges as judges, f) judges as ordinary people with the usual mix of virtues and flaws, etc. We link to newspapers and other sources in order to alert the reader to ideas, articles, stories, speeches, law books, literary works and other things about "judges" that have interested us and that may interest the reader.
We don't promote our blawgs, but readers of this blog and of our affiliated political opinion blog, BurtonHanson.Com, may be interested in it. We don't think there is another blawg quite like it.
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