July 21, 2011
Hey, You Sexy Geek
Snippets from the panel discussion on women, sexuality and geek culture?
Katrina Hill: Controversy over geeks, sexy females claiming they're geeks and nerd. Do fake geeks exist? Cosplay is a big staple of geek culture and I know a lot of you do it. Slave Leia's are accused of using their body.
Bonnie Burton: Princess Leia in that scantily clad outfit did kill Java the Hut. She actually saved herself.
Adrianne Curry: I reserve my Chewbacca costume for when I'm old and can't wear these costumes anymore.
Jennifer Stuller: Also, there aren't many female characters who are fully clothed.
Bonnie Burton: Would like to see more women dress up as creatures. And why doesn't anyone cosplay as a building? I want to see a hot Justice League building.
Adrianne Curry: This country puts too much of an emphasis on nudity is wrong. It's not - violence is wrong.
Kaila: We need to broaden the definition of sexy. Unrealistic expectations on girls and women in our society. And then sexy wont be such a loaded term any more.
So, I've taken courses on gender and sexuality at Wellesley College. Why did I think this panel was going to enlighten me or completely engage me?
Clare Kramer: the whole question stems from females questioning females. I cannot believe how petite she is in real life! She's such an Amazon on teevee!
Don't write sexily. But answer negates the fact that there are glass ceilings for women in male-dominated fields.
Every question elicits the same basic response. Perhaps they need an actual gender studies scholar as moderator? And as the fiance pointed out, this is a super white panel.
Bonnie: Womenthology - project started on Kickstarter, for women who've never done comics before to be paired up with women who are already in the industry, to empower newbies and professionals to get together. We raised all the money we needed in one day, and we're still raising money. I wouldn't say that's using our sexuality, but it was definitely using gender.
Seriously horrified by this panel now. Chris Gore just walked in and said:
Chris Gore: I represent all the guys in this room because I want to put my penis in all the women on this panel.
Panel now being saved by Seth Green, speaking from the floor.
Seth: I think it's really a matter of authenticity, not just a matter of sexuality. It is kind of that debate, you can't have this because you haven't liked it as long as me. So, why perpetuate those stereotypes (in Made Men)? Why not band together and make more awesome things? Just one more thing - when you talk about the dearth of sexy costumes that have cloth. I think Willow is sexy in a sweater and skirt, but I also think Mystique is sexy. Why does it have to be one versus the other?
Now people are asking rambling questions and like the rest of the panel, Bonnie is talking long in response to each question. She can be funny, but she should recognize there are 7 other panelists.
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May 01, 2011
LA Myth & Memory @LAT FOB
Patt Morrison: Sometimes there seems to be only myth and no memory about LA. Panel is all experts:
William Deverell
D.J. Waldie
Leo Braudy
Lawrence Culver
Culver: Hollywood and the Hollywood sign - rivals Coca-Cola as a brand name. The sign itself was not considered significant...Originally, was not connected to the movie movement. It was a temperance movement of rich people who wanted to tend their gardens in rival with Pasadena. If they did have rooming houses, they would have signs 'No Jews, dogs, or actors allowed.' [laughter] The 'land' part of the sign was taken down in 1949. In the lates 70s it was reconstructed. The sign was supposed to be temporary. I can only liken it to the Eiffel Tower which was also supposed to be temporary.
Morrison: Deverall expanded on the multiple layers of mythology about California.
Deverell: In some ways, Los Angeles has profited by making it seem so easy. That this metropolis exists in nature - but we really shoved nature around. We really tested the limits of placing this many people in a basin this big. Just pull it back a little bit, Los Angeles comes into being by one of the most aggressive campaigns of control of nature. It's a rubber band that can be stretched only so far, and eventually nature will snap it back.
Los Angeles does something that other cities have not figured out how to do - it advertises itself, Los Angeles, as the attraction.
Waldie: Selling of Los Angeles began after the original Mexicans lost their property to the banks of San Francisco in the middle of the 19th century. Selling us off to others has been part of the history of the city...part of what we're talking about today is why is that the case? Why do we persist in understanding that Los Angeles is a product to be sold to someone else...This was famously called a fragmented metropolis and it remains a desperately fragmented metropolis that lacks in the social glue, cultural glue that other metropolis has.
I believe, as Bill does, that the past provides a window into our present discontents. The builders of Los Angeles, all of those players in the making of Los Angeles, regarding this place as a consumer product to be packaged, sold, and walked away from.
Morrisson: the frontier of leisure sounds positive, but ended up making LA very segregated in many ways...the idea that resort living was in opposition to public parks that other cities have.
Culver: LA willed itself from a town of a couple thousand people to the second largest city in the United States. On the one hand, Los Angeles sold leisure in a way that people really like - that you could go to the beach and the mountains and live in a bungalow and celebrate the fact that you liberated yourself from Iowa. Likewise, was the effort to make leisure restricted and controlled. Public pools were restricted.
Leisure came to be something controlled at private resorts, private hotels. And encapsulated by private families in private homes - backyard swimming pools rather than a public pool.
Braudy: Wanted to bring the myth back into this as well. We've been talking about the negative history but there's a dialectic between the myth and the reality that happened after WWII. The solidity of the myth continued. As long as people believed the myth, it was bigger than what happened on the ground.
Deverell: We tend to think of myth and reality at the opposite ends of the spectrum, but they're in a circle. The privatization of Los Angeles, it's certainly not the only place in the country that understood that privatization was comfortable. We can trace that across the country in suburbs that were not fenced and then were fenced. During the Cold War, people did retreat to the privacy of their domestic space. LA offers people that, in part because they could be outside.
Braudy: The size of the city has been discussed since it was created. Say you came from some specific neighborhood, but the farther you go from here you eventually say you come from LA; maybe not the city of Los Angeles. ...When we move into the marketing of small houses on small lots...they were buying into the relief of depression and war. My neighbors, many of my neighbors had grown up in oil camps in Bakersfield and Los Angeles delivered safety to millions of people.
Culver: It's strange how the myths that LA was selling and inventing and broadcasting through Hollywood, on the one hand offered something that was the realization of a dream for people who had lived lives of privation and at the same time those houses were restricted by incredibly racial covenants, and that continued long after the Supreme Court overturned the legality of racial covenants.
Braudy: Branding makes you more visible, but it is incredibly reductive at the same time. This effort to create a mythology about this great, sprawling place has really become a template...an amorphous, urban world - and how do we represent it? Even though it has very little to do with the kind of people who live in Los Angeles, it's just shorthand.
Morrison: California is famously negligent about its history. I remember that when I wrote my book about the LA River, people were surprised that it was a river.
Deverell: There's a difference between memory and amnesia. We also forget, willfully forget the history of this place. What LA has done, brilliantly, is structure memory brilliantly. We remember a mission period that was sunny. We remember a certain lifestyle of the late 18th century that was hazy. What we forget is that LA came of age in a bloody way and with racial and ethnic violence that was dark and grim.
We have to be careful about making LA stand alone as such an exceptional place. New England history for example, is a landscape of dire and deep native and white conflict and that's not part of the story that New England constructs.
Waldie: Important to remember that the political structure of Los Angeles...the leaders of the city of LA devised a system of local government, designed to put the citizens of Los Angeles as far away from the messy business of running the city as possible - that technocratic utopian view that government could be perfect...corporate efficiency. If true politics is driven out, we have what we have today in LA which is something different from that.
Morrison: We have 88 cities in the county of Los Angeles, no wonder we can't get regional transportation.
Waldie: [Someone wrote about] that We need to be loyal to imperfect places.
Culver: Frontier - possibility and also danger and violence. The frontier is not a carefree, happy place but it is also a place of opportunity. Palm Springs does have this history of becoming a gay tourist destination and community. Algua Caliente band of Indians whose land occupies most of the land of Palm Springs and spent a long time trying to hold onto the land. Through the alchemy of Indian gaming, they're now not only one of the most powerful players in Palm Springs, they're one of the most powerful players in California.
Braudy: Some of the kinds of problems. There's a coalescence...it was a myth of independence, of individualism. There was an old song 'what was your name back in the United States?' ...The kind of collision between entrepreneurial individualist California that doesn't want to have very much to do with neighbors except maybe barbecues. And those trying to create a cohesive society. The things that made you free and made you want to come here for.
Deverell: A vast number of people view LA as a place of rejuvenation. Look at the poeple arriving in LAX - it's magnetic. A lot of people don't come for the reasons they used to come. Once you introduced Hollywood, fame, and money into the equation - for every person that comes to start life anew, another comes to become famous. It has a real tight hold on all of us, I suspect. There's an underbelly to the myth.
Braudy: The upside is there are a lot of pretty people in Los Angeles. There's still something about the place itself. Now there's an ideal of rejuvenation.
Morrison: I see the map: Silicon, Silicone.
Braudy: We're tired of the Hollywood sign in a sense. All of the people really interested in preserving the sign are people who came here. ...A sense of the outsider investing more in these iconic images, rather than the insider. Hardly any industry people put up money the first time the sign was recreated.
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July 22, 2010
Danny Elfman at ComicCon!
The answer that I needed to hear - why won't there be an Oingo Boingo reunion?
I hate rock and roll band reunions. Unlike the world of zombies, when you're dead you should stay dead. But also, unfortunately the real clincher, I sustained some significant hearing damage from the 17 years . The last 4-5 years of the band took 10-15 years of hearing from me. I think you'd probably agree that this is a wise decision, knowing what I'm up against.Check out the rest of my rough notes from the session in the extended entry.
Do you and Tim Burton have similar obsessions?
When we first met, I was in a rock band at the time. To make a long story short, I hadn't considered scoring films. Learned that this young kid was making a movie of PeeWee Herman. We both grew up in Los Angeles and grew up on horror films. I saw two science fiction fantasy, horror, and sometimes adventure films a weekend. When I saw the day the earth stood still, and learned that there was a name associated with music. Vincent Price and mine was Peter Laurie (the tortured and the torturer)
What would you say was the toughest project so far? I'm sure every new one was hard.
That's an easy one. By far the toughest thing I've done in my life was Batman, the first Batman. The studio and producer definitely didn't want me on the movie. I had to prove myself over and over. Wanted Michael Jackson to write Batman's theme, Prince write Joker and George Michael to write some other theme.
What was the most rewarding? I have a cold right now. It's a luxury not having to cancel any shows. If I had to pick a favorite child, maybe I'd have to say Edward Scissorhands, it was small and nobody was interfering with us at all. And probably Nightmare Before Christmas – because again there was nobody looking over us. Edward, I actually thought I was screwing up the movie by doing music that didn't fit at all until the end of the movie. Nightmare, we had no scrip and Tim had these drawings. I wrote all the songs in 30 days with Tim. He had some lyrics sketched out. I don't think anything I've done before or since has been as easy and seamless or organic in that kind of way. What I love about Nightmare before Christmas, you're actually the star of the movie.
You mentioned Alice and I think it's one of the best scores you've done for Tim Burton. With all the crazy imagery in the movie, you could have done a bizarre score and it has a feeling from some concerts you've done. Well Tim and Alice, he wanted to keep it grounded with the music. The more weirder the movie is, the music needs to be more grounded. He still leaves me a long enough leash that I can have my fun. I've never seen him more nervous than him working on Alice. Only Tim Burton would bother to build a chocolate waterfall and chocolate boats. In the end, it came out great. Not the relaxed experience that say Edward Scissorhands was.
You have worked in a variety of styles but there is a recognizable element in your music. You musical personality is associated with your work with Tim Burton. I've had many more opportunities to express myself with Tim. First I was the comedy guy, then I became the quirky guy, the I could do big movies. He was allowing me access to everything, which is always what I wanted. Tim has allowed me to move around quite a bit. There's been quite a bit of ground I've been able to cover with him. He's allowed me to write and open up more doors for me.
Audience question: do you hear music in your head? Yes, unfortunately I hear it all the time and I get loops in my head all the time. Sometimes it's what I'm working on and sometimes its jingles from a
Kerry Hatch to Tom Ob
Between the Mystic Knights – we had 25 players go through there. There were a lot players running through Oingo Boingo. Reissues, I don't know? It's not up to me. We pretty much released every tune we ever recorded. Two big confident I don't knows.
What is your favorite song? That's also a hard one because I tend to hate every song I've ever written. I never listen to any of my own soundtracks until I have to do a compilation. If I had to pick a song that sticks with me, maybe I'd have to say Jack's Lament from Nightmare.
If there was a taste or flavor with the notes, they'd all be bitter. I know, I've read that people see color...it's more like digging in mud searching for precious stones and then just settling for whatever's solid.
I love percussion instruments, even though I played guitar for years with Oingo Boingo and use piano for scoring.
I was just grabbing onto things that just popped up into my head. I was always taking characters and popped up into my head. Whether it was the right wing guy talking about capitalism or the guy talking about quasi-molestation. Often things were popping from the newspaper. I was out to offend everybody.
Anything that Tim draws, I love.
I love Mars Attacks and I was wondering if it was easy or hard to write the score?
When I saw the rough cut in the screening room, I heard the score in my head and ran out to record notes.
Does anyone know what a theromen is?
I was wondering if you were going to put out a DVD with Oingo Boingo videos on it?
One of the problems is that it's 3 different record labels.
I'm working on The Life of Huidini. Broadway shows are extremely tumultous things. I don't know how things will go, maybe it will happen, maybe it won't.
As a composer, the big wham bang moment was when I was 16 and got to high school and a friend turned me onto the Rite Of Spring by Travinsky. I had already been a fan of Bernard Herman. I was excited and thought it there would be something extra. Bernard Herman made me aware and a fan of movie music and Tranvinsky who rocked my world.
Who animated insanity? A really wonderful guy Fred Stir. He was wildly talented and sadly he's not with us any longer.
Do you miss the ability to write lyrics and communicate with people verbally? For 10 years I did both things simultaneously and every time I was doing one I would be desperate to do the other. If there's lyrics to write, I will but not necessarily. I'm always interested in hungry, fresh things.
Sometimes a piece of music gets trashed and I don't care because I store it away and use the melody in other things. When you're writing 80-90 minutes of music, most of the stuff you come up with
Is there a possibility of an Oingo Boingo reunion? Why not?
I hate rock and roll band reunions. Unlike the world of zombies, when you're dead you should stay dead. But also, unfortunately the real clincher, I sustained some significant hearing damage from the 17 years . The last 4-5 years of the band took 10-15 years of hearing from me. I think you'd probably agree that this is a wise decision, knowing what I'm up against.
Wrote a ballet, rabbit roke and hoping to get it recorded. Writing a piece for an 80 piece orchestra and trying to get it recorded. Pieces for percussion and chamber orchestra that I think are going to be really fun.
My question is, when you were a child did you know you were going to be a composer? As a kid I only thought about science. I wanted to be a radiation bioligst. Sent away for free radioactive sand.
What was the first song you wrote?
chettranian national anthem – chettranyia was a place made entirely of cheddar and we wore chettranian outfits.
How long does it usually take you to do a score? There's always a deadline. The ideal amount of time is 12 weeks. On the Hulk I only had 5 weeks to re-score. The 5 got extended to 6, but even still it was incredibly difficult.
My wife is Bridget Fonda. Right now she is enjoying being a mom to our 5 ½ year old and every now and then I see her reading scripts, but she doesn't like the ending. She's very comfortable in the her own skin.
I feel like all of my film scoring training was watching movies. I'm the worst one to talk to – don't do it like I did and study.
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February 07, 2010
Motorcycle Jacket!
A good motorcycle jacket never goes out of style. But sometimes, it runs out of practicality. As a Wellesley student, I bought a Wilson's Leather Thinsulate Motorcycle Jacket. At the time, I used the tiny pouch for my lighter (which I imagine was its original design intent). Nowadays, I see that as the perfect place to hold onto keys. Alas, there is no use for a Thinsulate jacket in Los Angeles.
But a lambskin version, made by hand, in the United States? Clearly this is the jacket I've been waiting for these past ten years to replace my old love. Schott's Women's Lamskin Perfecto Jacket is my heart's new desire.
New consumer lust found in the Sunday NYT Style Section Pulse column, by Karin Nelson.
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July 08, 2009
the floodgates of information
I used to engage with the world by sifting through news and commenting on it throughout the day. Back before I settled into a marketing career, I had the time, energy, and passion to Make My Opinion Known. On everything from Nic and Jessica to the so-called Axis of Evil.
These days, I find that I'm stuffing so much information into my day that I barely have time to breathe, let alone regurgitate it in a meaningful way.
I spend at least an hour a day reading marketing news: from e-newsletters to my Twitter feed to the articles found on my Twitter trail. Half the time, I bookmark the articles without reading them, assuming that at some magical point in the future, I'll have the time and head space to read it all. On top of that, I've got my daily work deliverables, eating, etc.
I wish I wasn't such an information junkie. Then, instead of using every new channel to gather more nuanced understanding of the world around me, I would take the time to contribute to the overwhelming flood of nonsense.
Take Twitter. I have absolutely no idea why so many people choose to write about their evening runs, their daily coffee breaks, and other diarrhea of the mouth. Do they really think I care? Do they ever stop to wonder who has time to read all this nonsense? It's bad enough I hear about headaches in FB status updates. People: leave the detritus of your life for the people who have to listen (e.g. your significant other and closest friends).
On FB, entertain me with amusing links or funny witticisms you found during the course of the day. Stop telling me what decade you're like, what nail polish color reflects your personality, and the rest of the nonsense. (Obviously, not a big fan of quizzes.)
On Twitter, Less Is Definitely More. Shireen, aka @digitalsista, has a ton of great insight to offer on social media strategy. But almost every day I think about un-following her because I just don't care to listen into snippets of a conversation begun offline that are really just the flotsam and jetsam of one woman's life. Maybe I'm too persnickety, but I want Twitter to be edited blogging: really only tell me things that I must know, not everything you can fit into 140 characters.
Not that I'm really one to talk. I feel like I update my Twitter accounts less often than my blogs. Why? Well, there's this little thing called Work. And not wanting to blab confidential client information. And, oh yes, Work. I'm more likely to post myparentsjoinedfacebook.com on my FB status than Twitter because, well, do I really need to show the whole world that I followed a link from my "work" Twitter account to a Time article that led me to the most hysterical tribute to family faux pas ever (before leaving work)? And to think, because of the floodgate that is a Twitter feed, I felt bad that I couldn't figure out who to attribute that link to.
I'm losing steam before getting to the point. I want to learn how to turn off the information flow and turn on my engagement with the web. I've lost my blog reading habits over the years of learning how to be a marketer and I doubt many people know who I am in the blogosphere or any other sphere of the web. I'm not really one of those "Connector" types sought after by marketers, unless you think about the diverse communities I touch via the WILPF sisterhood.
Pet Peeve of the Week: Market researchers describing millennial women as "post-feminist" and Gen X-ers as "Riot Grrls." These damn boxes you cram us into are getting quite suffocating.
Not sure I wound up at a point, but if you could help me learn to unsubscribe from industry e-newsletters and carve out time for my own writing in between watching E True Hollywood Stories, So You Think You Can Dance, and strategizing / executing integrated marketing, I'd really appreciate it.
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April 09, 2009
Scatalogical Budgets
Consumer Reports agrees: Costco toilet paper is a great buy. A family of 3 could save $130 every year by using it.
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September 28, 2008
Staring at the Dimensions of Love
The NYT Sunday Styles section offers an unusual juxtaposition of hope for hopeless romantics. First, there's the cold-hearted reality of love in the time of brain damage in the Modern Love article. Then, there's the carefree romance of being swept away in the last moment's of someone else's wedding in the featured vows. Rounding out the review of modern love are the cover stories on queer actors and another that disturbingly read like a MoDo opinion piece stereotyping the domineering nature of socialite CEO spouses.
Meanwhile, in the category of picking up on seminal cultural touchstones that I missed when they were new, I watched Jungle Fever last night. I was curious to see the movie that popularized a rather denigrating term. I was frustrated that the exploration of multi-racial romance was saddled with an adultery subtext. I think there is much to be mined simply from dealing openly with relationships that cross ethnic, educational, and class lines. While many of the scenes discussing the affair seemed contrived, there were definite nuggets of truth in the film. While it's true that there are plenty of people who take a "rainbow connection" blind eye to the color of love, it's equally true that internalized racism leads some people of color to seek out white lovers. Finding the former can be difficult, even 17 years after the release of Spike Lee's film.
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March 30, 2008
A slice of heaven: Aureole, LV
If you're a foodie or just love a perfect dining experience, you should make sure to eat at Aureole at Mandalay Bay. Just do yourself a favor and look to the left when you enter the restaurant: an elevator exists to whisk you in, which is a much better option than the purely decorative, highly slippery staircase.
The restaurant has a wine tower and apparently, staff rappel the tower to gather wine when ordered by the bottle. Don't get confused if they bring you the wine list before the menu - you might end up ordering more liquor than necessary if you bow to the pressure to hand back the wine selection gadget (a tablet PC).
My dearest friend Tanyka and I shared the most delightful tasting menu ever. Shortly after the confusion with the wine list, a server came to our table and started putting down more plates. Once everything had been settled, he announced Lobster Bisque, "compliments of the chef." Then we received the Rose Chardonnay we ordered to accompany our appetizers and delicious bread. Finally, we received the menu and decided to go with the 7 course tasting menu rather than the 3 course prix fixe. Then, we decided to add the wine pairings, for a total of 4.5 glasses of wine (each course had half a glass, plus the rose). Here's the menu - each and every dish was absolutely fabulous! (Seriously; I don't even like sushi and I loved the ahi tuna.)
1. Hawaiian Ahi Tuna Trio w Paul Goerg, Blanc de Blancs Champagne (Chardonnay)
2. Slow Braised Beef Shank and Foie Grass Ravioli w W.T.W. Nadia (Viognier/Grenache Blanc/Roussane)
3. Olive Oil Poached Oregon Petrale Sole w Chardonnay, Oddero, Collaretto
4. Modesto County Pan-Seared Rabbit, w/ Morey St. Denis, J.P. Marchand (Pinot Noir)
5. Duo of Beef Tenderloin and Flat Iron w/ R.T.W. Cadence, Bel Canto (Cabernet Franc/Merlot/Petit Verdot)
6. Tasting of Cheese w Brioche Toast w/ Muskateller, Koehler-Ruprecht (Muscat)
7. Myer Lemon Parfait w Lemencello Sorbet w/ Kracher, Beernauslese Cuvee (Welschriesling/Chardonnay)
Unfortunately, Tanyka and I had a full day: we started with lunch/drinks at Trader Vic's, then did some serious shopping that didn't allow us to nap before arriving at Aureole. Since she had flown in from NYC and we got to the restaurant at 9:30 p.m., I had to understand when she started fading during course five. Thankfully, Hyoun and Lynne got into town in time for Hyoun to join us and eat Tanyka's sixth course and my seventh course. They brought me a trio of chocolates for my bday - including cake, tiramisu, and take-away wrapped white/milk chocolate. Let's be clear - I had every glass of alcohol from the rose champagne to the Beeranauslese Cuvee.
If this meal was the only thing I did for my 30th birthday, it would have been enough. Tanyka, you rock! (And thanks, Steve, for making the reservation.)
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Note to Self: Stop Eating
First, Fast Food Nation taught me to hate all fast food not made at In 'N Out. Now, the NYT reminds us that veggies grown in Latin America can be extremely harmful to your health, and deadly to birds. Of course, I read Bridget Stutchbury's Op-Ed the day after buying Made in Mexico heirloom tomatoes and red peppers, among other deadly produce items. Needless to say, I'll be eating my $55 worth of groceries before changing my ways. But seriously, is anyone else feeling like there is nowhere left in the US to let your hair down and enjoy life without worrying about your ecological footprint? ...well, there's always Vegas...
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February 10, 2008
Romantic Love and Feminism
Recently, I've been confronted with the negative effects of romantic love. The all-consuming nature of this love can be a detriment to a person's well-being, particularly when the love is not mutual. Just as importantly, falling head over heels prevents an individual's rational mind from having complete decision-making authority.
These are not necessarily bad things. I'm not a curmudgeon who thinks only fools fall in love. I'm just worried that in this highly competitive modern society, we haven't figured out how to maintain individual autonomy while accepting support from a lover.
I know that in my time at a women's college, I never once had to think deeply about my personal future - never had to figure out what it would be like to be financially dependent on another person, either for myself or my offspring. In fact, there was very little opportunity to confront the realities of modern society in my four cloistered years. Sure, I delved deeply into understanding human sexuality, gender roles, gender identity, and gender leadership through my chosen course work. But what does it mean to be dependent on another person to raise a child? What about when you're a passionate artist, and depend on your lover for food, shelter, and all those other material needs? What happens to you when the lover is no longer the support you need?
I'm being haunted by these questions because of things that happened to friends in the recent past. I know I am not responsible for other people's choices, but I keep wondering if I was better at being non-judgmental if my friendship could be a stronger support mechanism. I know this is irrational, but I keep grasping at straws as to how I can help my friends believe that both romantic love and feminist independence is possible. And that even if you've temporarily lost your independence, you will heal and you will return to your full self.
This is my Valentine's Day hope - that we can stop being afraid of getting close to one another, while remembering the importance of our separate identities.
...with hope for the future for my brilliant friend: a true artist and inspiration who will emerge from this dark period to continue inspiring the world with her magnificent writing and poetic acting.
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February 02, 2008
Birth Control: Probably Still Okay
It gets tiring listening to news reports about the latest trial involving a widely used drug or drug family. Every epidemiological study seems to contradict the one before it. Which is why I was happy to read "The Pill, A Rock Opera" by Amanda Schaffer in Slate. Seems that there is definitive evidence that birth control decreases the risk of ovarian cancer. It probably doesn't increase the risk of anything else, though it might if you smoke.
For a long time I refused to consider birth control. My reasoning was simplistic - I felt it was unwise to mess with your hormone levels and that daily drug use was destined to cause problems. Nothing necessarily strange about that, except that while I was steadfastly refusing the gynecologist's offer of a script, I was also puffing away on cartons of cigarettes. Can't exactly be indignant about prescription drug effects when you're smoking cancer sticks.
In the end, I realized that freedom from condoms was a fair trade-off for possibly, probably not increasing my risk of disease. Strangely enough, the other hormone I take daily is more likely to cause long-term problems (early onset menopause, random cancers) than my lil white pill. Since I can't actually survive without my metabolism drug, I decided sometime last year to stop caring about future risk and focusing on today.
...this post is in honor of the 1-year anniversary of my thyroidectomy.
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October 28, 2007
Love in a time of Uncertainty, Violence, and Isolation
The Wellesley College community was shocked and jolted last week by news that a current student, upset over being dumped, trespassed into the dorm room of her former boyfriend, an MIT student, and stabbed him in the back. He woke up during the attack, fought her off, and survived. The Wellesley woman is being held without bail awaiting trial.
Today, the NYT reported on a case of "star-crossed lovers" in Calcutta, India. A rich Hindu woman married a relatively poor Muslim man. Her family hated the union so much, they got the police to harass the couple and push the bride into returning to her familial home. The husband ended up dead on train tracks, and its unclear whether the cause was suicide or murder.
The NYT also reports that divorced is the new single, and plenty of people are sending formal separation announcements, via printed cards and long email diatribes.
Taken together, the news does not inspire a single woman nearing 30 to believe love conquers all. I recognize that many types of love exist, and perhaps familial love is the strongest bond (though not always in a positive way, see the India story). I tend to think cerebrally on an issue that can best be understood emotionally. But don't you agree that there's something terribly wrong with the world?
I'll just say it like I see it - the consumer culture perpetuated by US-led free-trade capitalism has created a society devoid of depth, incapable of articulating emotions in a positive way, and without the time to heal its psychic traumas because of the perpetual need to Work and Consume.
...here's hoping I find someone to navigate the murky waters of life with. Because in the end, despite all evidence to the contrary, I still believe in love.
"Wellesley student accused of stabbing former boyfriend at MIT," by Maria Cramer in the Boston Globe
AP story on Boston ABC news site, including picture of the knife
"A Tale of Tragic Love Cracks Calcutta's Mirror," by Somini Sengupta in the NYT
"This Is to Inform You of Our New Life Apart...," by Francesca Segre in the NYT
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September 16, 2007
How to Handle Debt...
found at Pinko Feminist Hellcat
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July 01, 2007
Lite Reading in the Sunday NYT
Men are spending an enormous amount of time dressing their avatars.
Married women have too much time on their hands - they write really boring messages to their husbands and then waste the space of the Modern Love column sharing the deets of their broken foot misery with the rest of humanity.
Love doesn't last for most people longer than 3 years. Seriously folks, who needs love? It's summer - bring on the flings! Buy me a drink and I'll tell you my new mantra, which I learned from a wise woman.
Ride the Pony sounds like it's related to the above article. Actually, it's a children's game. And they must have made kids a lot skinnier back in the '50s when it was popular. More on the demise of street games in NY in this random article - I was so fascinated that someone could write this many words on this inane topic, that I read every word of it.
The Travel Section this weekend blows. I think the good writers are busy traveling. I was amused by the call out in this section to a new, luxury class flight available from NYC to Mumbai. Amused b/c the same flight - with the same photo - paid for a full page color ad in the front section. That line between advertising and reporting just got a little blurrier.
Those crazy Mass residents are still trying to make their for-profit healthcare for all work. No one - or at least no one the reporter spoke with - mentioned that a system built on the premise that someone should legally profit from someone else's ill health is morally wrong and a violation of a basic human right. But who cares what the American Public Health Association thinks? That "most liberal of states" figured out a way to get the volunteer activists in bed with the corporate hacks.
Racial tensions still abound in Atlanta. If you need proof, go read about Br'er Rabbit.
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June 24, 2007
Read on Act for Love...
But really, if you're kinda witty and sorta smarty, then you're the cat's pajamas...Sigh. My faith in the game of dating has returned...
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June 17, 2007
Jason Rowe and his Avatar
I was reading Today's Papers from Slate, hoping to be inspired to write something on my political blog when I ran across a mention of a NYT slideshow on people and their avatars.
One image totally captured me.
Turns out, the slideshow is from a book of images. Here's a bit more info I found by Googling the guy:
Real name Jason Rowe Crosby, TexasThat excerpt is from the Long Road Media blog.
Avatar name Rurouni Kenshin, marksman in Star Wars GalaxiesThe difference between me and my online character is pretty obvious. l have a lot of physical disabilities but in Star Wars Galaxies I can ride an imperial speeder bike, fight monsters, or just hang out with friends at a bar. I can't press the keys on a regular keyboard so I use an on-screen keyboard called 'soft type'. The computer screen is my window to the world. In the real world, people can be uncomfortable around me before they get to know me and realise that, apart from my outer appearance, I'm just like them.
It's fascinating, really. Makes my problems with queasiness and the taste of metal in my mouth rather ridiculous to complain about.
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June 16, 2007
What's in a Name?
I was reading posts on how to get a book published (my aunt keeps telling me I should write a book about my thyca experience, which is amusing because part of me has always planned to publish my memoirs), and I ran across this horse manure:
But side note: What’s up with her name? Who has any idea how to pronounce it? If you want people to talk about the stuff you do, you need a name people can say. Of course, this is easy for me to say since I’m already on my fourth name now. But remember how blogs did wonders for the book with the unprintable title? Maybe blogs can also do wonders for an author with the unpronounceable last name.So that's the end of a post that offers a decent round up of recently published books on work. It leaves me with a metallic taste in my mouth stronger than the one I'm getting from the radioactive iodine I recently swallowed.
I believe in the power of names. I'm sure I'm not the only woman whose father wanted boys so they could pass down the family name. It's the primary reason I'm determined to keep my name professionally: to prove that I too can make the Minsters proud, even if I'm not a guy. And while most US'ians mispronounce my name, at least the British understand it. But I would never advocate anglicizing an ethnic name. My mother's maiden name harkens all the way back to Ellis Island. They asked my great, great grandfather how to spell his name and he said "like the guy in front of me" because he was not fluent in English (and probably not literate in any language). So, yes, I think it's pretty damn important that we stand up for our sister citizens' ability to make it in the corporate world and the US society in general with whatever name they choose. "Brazen Careerist" seems code to me for "how to be accepted into mainstream, misogynist world." After all, one of the pull out pieces of advice from her book is to ignore sexual harassment.
The waves of feminists who paved the way for her success should be so proud of her accomplishments.
Don't get me wrong - Penelope (or whatever her real name is*) has some interesting insight to share and is a decent writer. Just don't spend too much time trying to analyze her politics or how the hell she lives with her advice and you might be able to stomach the crap long enough to gather the nuggets of truth.
*According to Wikipedia she was born Adrienne Roston. Too bad she feared her name was too ethnic for mass publishing.
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Long Live Scratch 'n Sniffs!
The first in a series of pack rat ideas that invaded my childhood. Long live scratch 'n sniffs!
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C is for Cookie!
In honor of the chocolate chip cookies my mom baked for my release from hospital isolation, I bring you the Cookie Monster -
link found at the I Miss My Childhood blog.
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February 04, 2007
Designer Dogs
The cover story in the NYT Magazine is designer dogs. It really doesn't offer any new info. But it's kinda intriguing - how you can't really know that breeding two purebreds will get you the best attributes of both breeds, you could end up with the worst aspects of both breeds.
And owning a Bagel sounds cuter than what the dog actually looks like (it's a combo Basset hound and Beagle).
I still want a dog. Looks like I wont get one till I move out.
And in case you're wondering, I look like the bride of Frankenstein - there's a lovely scar across my neck and a piece of surgical thread hanging out of it.
"The Modern Kennel Conundrum," by Jon Mooallem in today's NYT.
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November 23, 2006
American Icons: Plymouth Rock & Bob Dylan
Any fan of Dylan or casual history buff will enjoy this commentary from the NYT by Nathaniel Philbrick - "Rocks of Ages."
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November 22, 2006
Racist Slurs, Strange "Apologies"
By now, you've heard something about the Kramer melt down at the Laugh Factory and his subsequent apology on the Letterman show. I heard teases on t.v. news and until tonight, didn't bother to watch the YouTube clips. Wow.
First of all, I cringed watching the clip from the Laugh Factory. It was so hateful, so full of rage. It was really quite unbelievable. The clip starts with "Shut up! 50 years ago we'd have you upside down with a fucking fork up your ass!" and it degenerates from there. I know, I didn't think anything could degenerate beyond that.
Then, Michael Richards "apologized" on the Letterman show. True, it was unfortunate that the audience laughed at the beginning of his apology. But the thing that really struck me was that he never said straight up, "I used racial epithets; I made racist comments and for that I apologize." No, instead he apologized for getting "enraged" and for not being able to keep his cool.
I'm sorry but that just doesn't cut it for me. Why is it that when white people make racist comments the first thing they say is "I'm not a racist?" Dude, you look like a racist, you act like a racist, and until you do something tangible to change yourself, you'll still be a racist. It's not enough to go on an old white guy's t.v. show and apologize amongst your white friends. You need to figure out why you use such horrific language - you need to gather some insight from some non-white folk, and you need to try to make amends with the specific individuals you insulted and the larger African American community. Until you do that, you'll remain a racist hack in my eyes.
Watch the video from the Laugh Factory at your own risk:
See Richards' "apology" on Letterman:
NYT Explains how Seinfeld got Richards on Letterman
NYT critic accepts Richards' apology
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October 30, 2006
3 Papers a Day & No Connection to Local Culture
This weekend, my friends were astonished to learn that I read three papers a day - the LA Times, NY Times, and Wall Street Journal. Granted, my reading time will severely diminish once I start working full time again. While my appetite for news remains insatiable, I also realized this weekend that none of these papers provide a tangible connection to the local culture scene. The Calendar section is my favorite in the LAT, but its use is primarily for studying the business of entertainment. I never feel like its contributors are close enough to the LA scene to provide really useful reviews.
In Chicago, I didn't have this problem. There was Chicago Tonight to connect me with local politics, culture, and history. (A weekday news program from Chicago public t.v.) There was Check, Please! to introduce me to great restaurants (three local residents pick three restaurants, they all go then come into the studio to chat about them, led by host and sommelier Alpana Singh). And of course, there's Phil Vittel, the Trib's restaurant critic and Roger Ebert's film criticism at the Sun Times. There's Metromix (also from the Trib) to find a restaurant, bar, or club in any part of Chicagoland. And the Reader for great insight into the plethora of block parties and other festivals in Chi-town (and jobs and apartments, both of which I found through the Reader).
Sigh. I miss Chi-town. So, how do I find all of this local info for my hometown?!?!
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September 12, 2006
"The Cubicle"
"The Cubicle" is a hilarious parody of "You're Beautiful," another James Blunt song. Go watch the music video on Yahoo now. Of course, the song / video have nothing to do with my personal views on work. I just like them for their artistic value.
Tip o the hat to Camille for sending me the link.
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August 24, 2006
Lessons from Craigslist
1. Free stuff goes really, really fast.
2. Even if someone emails that "SHE HAS TO HAVE IT!!!!!" that doesn't mean she wants to pay your price or will actually buy it. It could be an unforseen circumstance, she could just change her mind. Either way, you're stuck with the item.
3. If you think too much about justice, you'll feel guilty for not making sure that the first person who emailed you gets the item. It can get ridiculous. Take my baker's rack: I had two people walk away from it and now have two other people who each think they're about to buy a piece of furniture. I'm anxious to sell it and move on to another part of my packing, and I worry about waiting until the person who was first in line can pick it up - the second person might not want it if the first person doesn't get it and then I'll be out $30. The fact that I'm still thinking about this proves how deep my anxiety runs (about moving and quitting my job and having no income).
4. This cycle will continue until you finish packing / get rid of all your stuff.
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August 13, 2006
Esther Snyder, In-N-Out Burger Founder, Dies at 86
The best fast food restaurant in the history of this country has lost its founders. Esther Snyder co-founded the chain with her husband, Harry Snyder, in 1948.
The family, though rich in good business practices - including using fresh ingredients and paying all of its workers a living wage - is also brimming with personal tragedy.
Harry died in 1976. One son, Rich, died in a plane crash in 1993. Their other son, Gary, died of an accidental drug overdose in 1999.
And then this -
Mrs. Snyder was said to be in poor health, according to a lawsuit in January that accused her granddaughter of trying to force her out of the operation.May Esther rest in peace. If you've never had an In-N-Out burger, I assure you it is worth a trip to California, Arizona, or Nevada. Seriously - a double double and chocolate shake (fries are an acquired taste since they are pure potato, without any of the chemicals McDonald's uses to make theirs addictive) - is worth a trip to another state (or country).A lawyer for In-N-Out, Arnold Wensinger, said the suit contained inaccuracies. It was settled in May, and the terms were not disclosed.
"Esther Snyder, In-N-Out Burger Founder, Dies at 86," by the Associated Press in the NYT
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July 21, 2006
Travel Scams & Other Forms of ID Theft
I've gotten three phone calls trying to get me to confirm travel vouchers that I allegedly signed up for over the internet. Let's be clear: I would never do such a thing. Further, I told the first person that I didn't sign up and that I wanted to be removed from the list. I still received "ticket vouchers" in the mail for Florida. This morning, I received a call from "Mario" to discuss the travel to Williamsburg, Virginia that I signed up for. I told him I was a victim of identity theft and asked him to not call me again. I should have found out what bogus company he "worked for" before hanging up.
Two days ago, I received a package in the mail from Columbia House. It says I signed up for a DVD Club, and included a dvd that I already own. It listed 800-262-2001 as the number to call with questions. I have spent at least a half hour trying to get through the automated system (on various call attempts) to speak to a human being. There is no way to do so. There is also no option for cancelling membership. I tried their web contact form. If you choose the Cancel Membership Subject line, it directs you to call the 800 number to speak to a Customer Service Representative.
I tried searching online for help from other consumers. The info I found on a forum was out of date.
Finally, I used the web contact form and the subject line "Membership Obligation." Here is the email I wrote:
My friend suggested that these incidents indicate that I am a victim of identity theft. I looked that up online two nights ago and found the Federal Trade Commission's ID Theft website. From there, I contact Experian to place a 90 day warning on my credit. It was not clear that I could order a copy of my credit report via Experian's automated system.
Your phone number, 800-262-2001 has no option to speak with a human being. There is also no option for cancelling membership. I have spent at least a half hour trying to get through to a human being. Even your email system refuses to accept an email labelled Cancel Membership.I am very disturbed that someone signed me up for your program - I NEVER SIGNED UP AND DO NOT WANT A MEMBERSHIP.
To repeat, CANCEL THIS MEMBERSHIP WHICH I NEVER APPLIED FOR.
I expect email confirmation that you have cancelled this membership.
Sincerely,
Cynthia Minster
Today, after receiving that creepy call at 8:30am about travel to Virginia, I tried to find the Chicago Police Department's Fraud Division. From CPD, I opened the PDF on ID Theft published by the FTC.
From the pdf, I found the FTC's Identity Theft Hotline. (Mind you, this websearch started b/c I thought I'd be 21st century and not call 311 to find my local police department.) 877-438-4338. The extremely unhelpful person that I finally reached on the other line after sifting through more automated crap said that nothing could be done without a copy of my credit report as proof of ID theft. I said, so you're telling me the federal government has no way of helping me protect my identity until I contact a private credit reporting agency? He gave me the same number for Experian to request a copy of my credit report. (When I placed the warning on my file two nights ago, the automated system only told me that I would receive a written request for a copy in the mail; not that I could order it over the phone.) I refused the man-whose-English-wasn't-very-good's offer to file a FTC report, since he basically said it would be worthless without credit report information.
So I called back Experian and tried to order my credit report and credit score. Turns out the credit report is free if you suspect you're a victim of ID Theft, but you have to pay 7 bucks for the credit score (which one of my credit cards already tells me). But there was no option to cancel you request and return to the previous menu. So I had to hang up and go through the process again.
Supposedly, I'll be getting a copy of my Credit Report within 7-10 business days.
I can't believe this all is happening on top of everything else going on in my life...
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June 28, 2006
Cultural Hodgepodge
Bob Dylan in the Baseball Hall of Fame. by the Associate Press. Basically, one of his radio programs for XM Satellite radio is being entered in the Hall b/c it focuses on baseball. He even sang the national anthem. Why can't I just subscribe to his program rather than XM?!?!
India.Arie released her third album yesterday. I'm trying to allow it to calm my frayed nerves. Listening to it for the fourth time via Rhapsody. My nerves are still frayed, but that's because of the state of the world, not the quality of the album.
So-called Star was finally fired from The View! Hilarity ensues as she shows her trashy nature by interrupting a segment to announce her dismissal, which led to her immediate termination!
I'd be remiss if I didn't ask you to check out my other blog. The world is a very scary place these days.
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May 18, 2006
the passage of time...
I'm watching the end of Will & Grace. I never watched it religiously; I vaguely remember it starting while I was in college and scoffing at it - it seemed to be a show full of gay stereotypes. Turns out, it is that, but it's also highly amusing.
So watching the "Say Goodnight, Gracie" flashback show started me thinking about the passage of time. And how much faster it passes as you get older. Seriously, this last year really just slipped by me. And every time I try to get it to slow down, I don't like the results.
Still, things are happening. The Da Vinci Code is almost in theaters. I remember when I first heard about the casting of that film and made plans to see it...
This series finale is weird. Although, really, there's nothing bad about watching Harry Connick, Jr. Nothing at all.
Have you ever waited for an email you knew was coming and felt like time started passing more slowly just to torment you while you waited for the email? Yeah, that's what I'm doing right now.
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April 28, 2006
The President is Resigning
No, not that one. President Diana Chapman Walsh of Wellesley College announced today that she plans to step down in June 2007. She accomplished her fundraising goal - setting a new record for any liberal arts school.
Note to self: (overheard online) "he said that he is at a point in his life where he is looking for a serious relationship and he is seriously feeling me."
Perhaps it's the half bottle of Cote du Rhone that I drank, but I think that's such a poetic line.
I say, amen brother! You better do right by my girl. And I hope there's more like you out in the world...for when I'm ready to settle down.
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April 26, 2006
Why the Obsession with Celebs?
Bitch, Ph.D posted about the ubiquitous inquiry into Britney Spear uterus and asked readers to comment on why everyone seems to care. Here was my response:
People have always been interested in celebrity gossip, but the fascination is at an all time high. I believe it is fueled by media coverage, especially the proliferation of celebrity gossip rags like US Weekly, Star, Hello, and OK!
Celebrity magazines have a higher growth rate (in readers and ad dollars) than almost any other category.
Now, as to why people are so fascinated with Britney and Angelina's wombs, I think it is relaxing to crawl under a rock and fill one's mind with useless detritus from celeb lives rather than deal with the reality of increasing gas prices, illegal occupation of foreign countries, and death from the mumps.
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April 24, 2006
quotes and life
I don't remember where I picked up this quote that resides on my refrigerator:
You can't have a better tomorrow if you are thinking about yesterday all the time. --Charles F. KetteringMost of the time, it is a highly useful reminder on how to follow the other bit of advice on my fridge:
Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined. --ThoreauAnd yet, today, I'm realizing that sometimes it's really good to look into yesterday. Not every day should be spent reflecting on the past; but right now I'm re-reading papers I wrote in college to gleam a hint of an understanding to my future direction. Here's what I know for sure: I knew many bigger words back then, and I threw them around unconsciously (historiography anyone?) I also read some really interesting stuff back then; and I'm starting to appreciate that college-level material now since only reading articles written in simple language leaves out a lot of the analysis and connecting the dots that academics do so well.
I guess it's time for me to start using my brain a bit more. to be continued...
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April 19, 2006
Snark and Poorly Dressed Boys
Esquire's search for the Best Dressed Real Man came to Chi-town last night. It was a night filled with Bud Select (and Chardonnay) and a few shrimp.
The contestants were a rag tag bunch. Most of them clearly never read an Esquire mag - they didn't know the first thing about being a truly elegant man of style. There were men who didn't bother to tailor their pant legs - high waters and draggin on the floor abounded. Plus, too many old shoes were bein worn with shiny news suits and no one seemed to understand how to accessorize.
Didn't matter though. They were all fodder for snarky comments and my coworkers and I came through in a pinch. I wasn't sure the judges would be able to find a top ten, but they did. And when the top ten was announced, I picked the winner - a skinny black guy in a grey suit with a light purple shirt and a bright purple tie that really popped with his skin tone.
Things I learned from the experience:
1. ironing counts. (damnit - and I so abhor it)
2. accessories count (check, got that down)
3. shoes count (check, got more than I can count)
4. tailor ur pants (dude, I've never felt like I had the money...)
5. people will notice every detail, so when it counts, make sure ur lookin picture perfect
6. there aren't enough metro-sexuals in Chi-town. Either that, or they just don't show up for cheezy pageants.
7. always be on the look out for amusing entertainment that includes free booze. They happen more often than you think.
If you're in Boston, Philly, Miami, or NYC there's still time to register for the search!
More info:
Official Site: Search for the Best Dressed Real Man
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April 18, 2006
the view from the cheap seats
There's something that ties together the three cities I've lived in the longest: baseball. My dad had dugout season passes when I was little at Dodger Stadium - the same place where the Dodgers and Cubs are currently tied in the ninth. I spent five years in Boston with the Sox. Two summers were spent on MIT frat row (cheapest housing to be found), which is in walking distance from Fenway. One summer, I was in LA and went to several games with my sister who is a huge Dodger fan. And for the last two years, I've been livin on Chicago's North Side. My first summer was a charmed experience: my roommate worked at Wrigley and my ex-boyfriend kept getting free tickets. I was on WGN kissing behind the first base line. I learned what a true Chicago dog is (different, not better than a Dodger dog). I look forward to finding more baseball fans to enjoy cheap beer and hot summer days with. And I agree with Tommy Craggs that baseball is waging a war on the cheap seats and that's not a good thing.
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March 19, 2006
Trader Joe's
The one chore I've been able to accomplish this weekend is going to the grocery store; probably because I was on the verge of an empty refrigerator. And since I quickly lost my cleaning momentum, I ended up reading "Is Whole Foods Wholesome? The dark secrets of the organic-food movement." by Field Maloney in Slate's Culturebox. The guy apparently doesn't like slick marketing campaigns and thinks healthy food is only available at upper-class prices. Apparently, he's never heard of Trader Joe's. Now, I grant you that Whole Foods is in many more cities than TJ, but I remember when there was only one Whole Foods in the San Fernando Valley, but plenty of TJ's. And now I live in Chicago, with two TJ's to choose from.
Here's what I wrote in "The Fray" on Slate:
I'm not afraid of the globalization of food trade, since I prefer to be able to purchase fresh tomatoes (and other produce) year round. Plus, I care as much about the lives of farmers in Latin America as I do about the lives of farmers in the US.
But I certainly don't make enough money to buy my food from Whole Foods, since it really does translate into Whole Paycheck in my life. Instead, I'm thankful I live in a city with several Trader Joe's, where organic produce always ends up being cheaper than my previous trips to Jewel. It's not just about pesticides - I don't want to eat beef from a cow that was fed other cows; nor do I want to eat animals that were doped up with antibiotics. Alternatives exist to agri-business conglomerates at affordable prices. Unfortunately, there aren't enough stores to reach everyone; but perhaps one day citizens will take back their power and the FDA and USDA will truly monitor our food supply instead of sitting in the back pocket of agri-business.
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February 14, 2006
Ode to Sister Singles
to my sister singles:
Happy Valentine's Day!
Here's to a ridiculous amount of free chocolate available at work!
And remember - regardless of your relationship status, no one can take away your ability to be drunk!
Viva Santa Margherita Pinot Grigio!!
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January 19, 2006
The Tyranny of February
You might think the calendar still says January, but in the mad mad world of consumer magazines, we're already well into February.
And if you're female, or read women's magazines, you know what that means - EVERY ISSUE is about Love or Coupling or Marriage or Love or Valentine's Day or Love or some other crap.
Now I recognize that it is far past time for me to dust off my flirting skills and get back into the scene; but come on people. Does every person in the world fall for this "Valentine's Day = couples = Everyone's in a Relationship in February" shite?
To add insult to injury, my coworker was commenting today on how soon V-Day is. Oh, how I yearn for the simple days of college...when V-Day meant I could brush up on my dramatic skills and help do a reading of the Vagina Monologues to raise money for local domestic violence survivor centers...
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January 02, 2006
Intriguing Perspective on Self Help
According to one author, self help is the bane of our collective existence. Ever since pop culture turned from crying victim to crying You Can Achieve Anything You Want, we've all be deluded into thinking we really deserve the world without an ounce of work.
It's an intriguing damnation of quacks and other assorted "gurus." I've never been particularly vulnerable to the pull of the self-help aisle...except when I am. I pride myself on a discerning taste, and I think the self-help books I like are better than the rest. For example, I'm still reading Zen and the Art of Making a Living, and every time I return to it I'm reminded why I enjoy it so much. Perhaps because it posits the same theory as all self-help manuals: that personal truth can be found within and be used to succeed in the wider world. I'm not delusional though: I know my faults and my ego is healthy enough for me to recognize my own intelligence, but small enough to accept that I'm not perfect.
To me, the really great thing about the self-help aisle is that it tells the consumer that she can change her life; it doesn't always take a professional to work through depression; the diet industry doesn't have to suck you dry for you to be thinner; a man doesn't need to sweep you off your feet for you to be complete. Then again, there are plenty of books out there that encourage professional help (which can be useful; though it never was for me); that supplement Big Name Diets; and the Teach You How to Snare a Man in Ten Days. Like all books and industries, I say take it with a grain of salt. While I usually can't stand Dr. Phil, I enjoyed his article in the January issue of O, the Oprah Magazine. Then again, I'm at a particularly vulnerable point in my life, where I'm willing to listen to anyone for a few pages but can't be bothered to buy any more books to teach me what I already know - me, myself, and I are complete today, completely alone still searching for the perfect career and mate. Who cares about the externalities? I've got my brain, I've basically got my health, and I'm moving forward. Maybe all the new age reading I did as a teenager has finally sunk in...
It's intriguing that when I looked for more info on the article's author I came across his words in The Observer, lamenting the temptation to bone the pert, lithe first years who populate his creative writing courses. (According to him, he's never succumb to the temptation.) Which makes me understand, a little bit, why there were so many inappropriate relationships at my all women's college.
More info:
"Self Help's Big Lie," editorial by Steve Salerno in the LAT
"The Third Degree," by Steve Salerno in the Observer Magazine
another self-help book that might actually help:
My sister recommends "The Artist's Way," to help you unlock your creativity.
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December 23, 2005
It's starting to feel a lot like Chrismikah!
On the Today show this morning, a rabbi and a priest chided interfaith couples for attempting to raise their kids with both religions. The rabbi pointed out that no religious institution ("certainly no Jewish temple") would accept a pupil who was simultaneously studying at another religion's children's school. The priest pointed out that the meaning of Christmas is to accept Christ as the Messiah and Lord. And, surprisingly, modern day Judaism does not believe that.
The interesting thing was that both religious leaders thought that by denying a primary religion to your children, you deny them an identity. To me, that's like saying the child of a white man and a Lebanese woman is neither white nor Lebanese. Identities are no longer black and white and many children grow up to question their religious beliefs, whether or not both parents share the belief. Further, it is possible to separate the ethnic identity of Judaism from the religion.
To me, it's interesting that I'm open to learning more about all religions, that I can understand the pull of paganism and Hinduism and Buddhism, but I still can't wrap my brain around a virgin birth and a trinity of holiness being equal to monotheism. I wish everyone health and happiness in the New Year and comfort and joy in their spiritual beliefs - I certainly don't have to agree with you to agree with your right to celebrate.
And on a lighter note, here's Hanukah 101 by Jonathan Safran Foer in the NYT.
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December 19, 2005
Choosing Home
I've lived all over the United States. Once, I was so desperate for love and a life outside of this country, I flirted with moving to Amsterdam. Nowadays, I call Chicago home. There are very few places in the States that make me happy. I need a metropolis full of different people, an assortment of culinary indulgences, a Trader Joe's, and most importantly reliable public transportation. Last weekend, I visited friends in Milwaukee who tried to convince me that their city was a better, smaller version of Chi-town. Frankly, I don't need a smaller city. And I'm not interested in packing up my crap to move anywhere that I have to drive to work. I have to believe that taking public trans is about more than just saving gas money. Its a recognition that in our oil-dependent country, where everyone is separated from one another, I enjoy doing something relatively small to help the world. Further, I enjoy reading on my way to work. And since my wrists aren't always my friends, I enjoy giving them a bit of a rest on my commute to work.
I also obviously enjoy living in a big city. And I've been thinking lately why it is I keep looking only for jobs outside of my current state lines. Am I weak to run away from a city I love simply because my heart was broken? Perhaps. Because there is no WTTW in NYC or Philly or any other city that draws me towards it. There's no Chicago Tonight or Check, Please! on the public airwaves in another town. But there are more friends and perhaps more career opportunities in those fine places, so maybe I do need to give up this city I love to find a more fulfilling life.
More on oil:
"The Price of Oil," by Peter Maass in the Sunday NYT Magazine
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December 10, 2005
Richard Pryor Died Today at 65
Check out the tribute by Allen Johnson in the Trib.
Reuters tribute by Kevin Krolicki
I looked up Pryor tonight because I'm watching the "Richard Pryor: I Ain't Dead Yet, Motherfucker" special on Comedy Central...
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November 20, 2005
The Weird Side of Donor Insemination
I work with a lot of women who are bitterly single. They probably agree with MoDo (Maureen Dowd) that men are scared by successful women. I think men, like women, can smell desperation and aren't attracted to it. Many unmarried women in their 30s hear a booming biological clock. Unmarried men in their 30s see a new decade's worth of legal tail.
So, I can see why those unmarried hetero women turn to donor insemination (aka D.I.). I also understand why lesbian couples choose it. But the idea of meeting up with a dozen half siblings is just kinda freaky to me. I have enough trouble sorting through my familial relations as it is, I couldn't imagine having to deal with that many other people. And what makes a man worthy of planting his seeds so often? Why in the world would a married father of four be a donor? Was he in need of money, like most women who become egg donors? I didn't realize this until I had a discussion about the proliferation of egg donor ads in my women's college's school newspaper, but women risk infertility and sickness when they give up an egg, whereas men just have to get off in a sterile environment. It seems weird to me that blonde hair and blue eyes are moving forward as the preferred traits by the many women using D.I.
Its not surprising to me that D.I. is a highly unregulated field. The US doesn't bother to properly regulate its meat production, why should it worry about something as banal as the creation of human life? Better to criminalize using birth control by allowing pharmacists to decide their "religious beliefs" wont allow them to dispense legal prescriptions.
A girl in the NYT story made an appropriate comment:
"I hate when people that use D.I. say that biology doesn't matter (cough, my mom, cough)," Danielle wrote in an e-mail message, using the shorthand for donor insemination. "Because if it really didn't matter to them, then why would they use D.I. at all? They could just adopt or something and help out kids in need."Indeed. Why is it that adoption seems to only be in vogue for freaks like Angelina Jolie? And can someone please explain to me why the upper middle class feel better traipsing across the world to pick out a designer Asian kid instead of adopting one of the thousands of kids here in the US eager for a family? I believe it is racism - white folks would rather a "pliable, smart" Asian baby rather than a Latino or Black American kid. Then again, black American kids who are adopted by lilly white Canadians have been documented as having problems being fully accepted in social circles in Canada, and also wondering what their culture is really like.
I've strayed a lot from my ethnic roots. I'm Jewish and know that the majority of my ancestors were Ukrainian, even though at the time no one called a Jew an equal. But I don't have to wonder about my biological roots the way my older brother does (he was adopted). All I have to do is feel guilty that I have a stronger personal connection to my sister, who shares my parenthood, than I do to my brother. This article further cements my certainty that I'd rather adopt a child than accept anonymous sperm.
The article that sparked this post: "Hello, I'm Your Sister. Our Father Is Donor 150." by Amy Harmon in today's NYT (randomly, my hard copy of today's NYT was STOLEN! by a frickin neighbor! I can't wait to leave this place.)
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