Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
While I was over at the Kelly's last Sunday they were talking about an ethnic food grocery store in Columbia and I stopped dead. I've been looking for one for the past year or so to no avail. I went to it yesterday and stocked up on PG Tips, Hummus, and Pita. They have basically an entire side of an aisle dedicated to tea. And the other side is all sauces. I almost cried.
It's called World Harvest and it's kind of overpriced, but it's behind Gerbes at Nifong and Providence. You can actually get there through the Gerbes parking lot. I'm so pumped.
Today I'm going to make Nigella's "South Beach Black Bean Soup" and I've been soaking the black beans all night. I've never done that before, makes me feel very homey. Oh, and it's not South Beach as in the diet (never!) but the area - it's Miami, right?
Well, I signed up for my last semester of classes at Mizzou yesterday. Kind of weird. I feel like I've taken the majority of classes that I've wanted to take but more keep on popping up in conversations. Like, I didn't know that there was a class just on Chinua Achebe offered here by a guy who knew him personally. Apparently it's terrific. Oh well.
Biological Sciences: Basic Environmental Science + Lab
- well, (surprise!) I had to take a Science with a lab as a requirement for my major, so this looked like the most interesting one.
Human Development and Family Studies: Adolescence and Young Adulthood
- I've been trying to take this class since I was a sophomore and it was either full or not offered the semesters I could take it. I'm pumped. Allie and Claire were both HDFS majors and liked it a lot.
Plant Sciences: Home Horticulture
- YES, so excited that I'm taking this. I am almost positive that it won't be as cool as I think it will be, but whatever. I just hope that I will be able to name some plants. My Grandmama (Dad's mom) could always tell you which plant was which and had a sweet backyard. I just want to have a garden at some point in my life. When I was at L'Abri I loved going outside and picking something off of a plant for people to eat that night. When I got there I couldn't pick out a lettuce plant in the garden and one of the workers asked if I was a city girl.
Rural Sociology: Global Perspectives and Realities
- this is being taught by a professor that I have right now for 'Culture, Change, and Trends' He's a really interesting guy who has been to basically every country. He has an economics background which makes any discussion interesting. He said this class was basically a guide on how to live overseas. Sweet.
Next Tuesday I meet with a dude to sign up for graduation. It hasn't really hit me yet.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
I did end up learning a lot about how to prepare vegetables. Specifically (okay, this is a fruit) how to peal (that word looks weird - peal) tomatoes. You actually submerge them in boiling water for a couple minutes and pull them out and the skin just slips off. Like magic. It's amazing. If you have some tomatoes that you don't care about sitting around, I recommend trying it. Very entertaining.
So the dish wasn't all that good but I got some sweet pictures of tomatoes and other stuff.
I just got this in the mail today from half.com I heard one of their songs on the radio on a high school youth group road trip back from Destin, FL. I like them a ton. I recommend 'Ballad of the Dumb Angel' and 'Death Club', neither of which are on their MySpace page. Oh well, here's the link anyway: The Loose Salute
Oh, wait, on Lastfm.com you can download 'Death Club' for free and listen to a good part of 'Ballad of the Dumb Angel'. Here ya go.
My (and Cassie and Claire's and Awesome's) favorite illegal movie and TV site was shut down rather dramatically recently. The site was http://www.tv-links.co.uk Thanks to Awesome for giving me the Guardian article about it. According to the article (here) the site closure was "accompanied by raids and an arrest" haha. It's really unfortunate, because I was looking forward to watching all of Twin Peaks. I feel like there is a Twin Peaks-shaped vacuum in my cultural education.
I still don't know my ethics on TV and movies on the internet. I feel like TV shows should be on another plane ethically because of the invention of TiVo and DVR. You can get TV shows on demand in that arena, why not on the internet? Yes, I realize you also pay for the service. I don't know.
I should probably just stick to the free shows that are on the channel websites (NBC, Discovery Channel, more). Suck town.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
I've been drinking tea a lot more recently because the weather is finally changing (after 82 degrees over homecoming last weekend) and because I'm feeling a little sick.
I thought today that I think the reason tea (of the English everyday variety) tastes not unlike the inside of one's mouth. Maybe that is why it is so widely appropriate. It's never the wrong time to taste something like your own mouth.
p.s.- this picture is from L'Abri tea time. I didn't take it, but wish I did.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Julie and I were talking afterwards and she started the movie off thinking that Travis (Robert DeNiro) was looking to Betsy (Cybill Shepherd - who used to be really pretty and not at all scary) as a love interest for his hope in life, but then discovered that she was "like all the rest of the girls" and moved on to try to save Iris the 14 year old prostitute (Jodie Foster - weird) but that kind of failed too and then tried to assassinate a Presidential candidate as a last act of desperation. I kind of thought that the whole thing was a message towards the meaninglessness of life and how Travis couldn't really find anything to fight for or live for.
There's a great scene where Travis goes up to another older Taxi driver they call the Wizard and in a round about way asks him what the meaning of life is.
Wizard: Look at it this way. A man takes a job, you know? And that job - I mean, like that - That becomes what he is. You know, like - You do a thing and that's what you are. Like I've been a cabbie for thirteen years. Ten years at night. I still don't own my own cab. You know why? Because I don't want to. That must be what I want. To be on the night shift drivin' somebody else's cab. You understand? I mean, you become - You get a job, you become the job. One guy lives in Brooklyn. One guy lives in Sutton Place. You got a lawyer. Another guy's a doctor. Another guy dies. Another guy gets well. People are born, y'know? I envy you, your youth. Go on, get laid, get drunk. Do anything. You got no choice, anyway. I mean, we're all f---d. More or less, ya know.
Travis Bickle: I don't know. That's about the dumbest thing I ever heard.
Wizard: It's not Bertrand Russell. But what do you want? I'm a cabbie. What do I know? I don't even know what the f--- you're talking about.
Travis Bickle: Maybe I don't know either.
Oh, and on Wikipedia (article) they said that the end is a dream sequence. That makes a lot more sense. Also, whenever this movie would come up while I was growing up my mom would always talk about this crazy guy who was obsessed with the movie and tried to assassinate Reagan to impress Jodie Foster. Here's the story. Weird.
Oh, and Julie -- the passenger in the taxi who was stalking his cheating wife was Martin Scorsese!
Also, I've had a crush on Adrien Brody ever since the Mexican movie Bread and Roses that I had to watch for my Spanish Conversation class Sophomore year. He plays a illegal immigrant activist who sneaks into businesses. Hot.
Posted Jul 31, 2007
Three brothers re-forge family bonds on a train ride across the vibrant and sensual landscape of India, following the death of their father.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Here's a huge database of perfume ads from the 80s to present:
In a lot of the ads the models seem like they're drugged, suddenly caught in ecstasy. extremely surreal. extremely sexual.
Here's the AXE website. It's highly offensive to women but also pretty funny. It's all in how you look at it. Check out their video for AXE Vice. It's pretty well done.
Here's for Diesel cologne. My friends and I saw them while watching the Office last week. A lot of them are basically snapshots of what Diesel thinks is manhood. IN FACT, FOR THE FRAGRANCE PART OF THE WEBSITE YOU HAVE TO CERTIFY THAT YOU ARE OVER 21. What the hell?
Capital Building in Jeff City
Missouri's getting a Poet Laureate. About freaking time. I didn't know we didn't have one. That's embarrassing. Well, good job Matt Blunt for getting the ball rolling.
You can see the official notice here.
Yes, we are the home of Mark Twain, T.S. Eliot, Maya Angelou, and Langston Hughes.
I am the absence
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body's been.
We all have reasons
to keep things whole
Monday, October 22, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
What is this trend that's going on lately? Man vs. Wild is huge (I love Bear Grylls) and now this. Is it some kind of reaction against demasculinization? Against the feminist movement? Against feeling too civilized?
In my Cultural and Intellectual History of the US class, we learned about how, in reaction to the Victorian era of extreme civilization and men who were in their wives' pockets, there became a movement (personified by Teddy Roosevelt and the Rough Riders) of a 'Strenuous Life.' The cowboy was romanticized, and everyone (not just men and boys) was encouraged to get their butts outdoors. Maybe something like that is happening now.
I love it. My friend Rosanna from L'Abri introduced me to Band of Horses last fall and I slowly fell in love. I like the new album a lot. His voice is really cool and unusual. The last couple tracks are interesting and kind of remind me of the rockabilly feel that Brighteyes' Cassadaga had. I love it. I think it's so cool to hear these super intelligent guys with sweet voices make country-ish songs. It's a lovely contrast.
Friday, October 19, 2007
I've been thinking about how to love others as I love myself. I'm confident I got the beginning of this idea from a talk I've heard recently but I can't remember.
I think I had this idea of loving others as I love myself as this unreachable level of loving others where I didn't even think about myself anymore and kind of dissolved into a nothingness of myself but only goodness pouring out of me.
I don't think that's true, but who knows. If I ever get there and it looks like that, I'll recant.
I've been thinking about how I love myself. In a lot of ways I'm not as easy on myself as I am on others. I don't always assume the best of myself. I want to get better. I think about things and repent. Sometimes I'm mad at myself for a couple days. Sometimes I'm exceedingly happy with myself for a couple days.
But the point of the scripture (as I've always heard it) is to want the best (as in, what God wants for them) for people. And I've always kind of sidestepped that by saying "well, I don't know what God wants for them" or just didn't think about it. But the way that I want the best for myself and what God wants for me is that I repent and concede to Him.
In Malaysia, Kevin Burrell gave a talk where he gave the best definition of repentance I've heard:
"repentance is giving as much of yourself as you know to as much of Christ as you know"
Thursday, October 18, 2007
This is from my friend Jaap from L'Abri's blog. I would post it up here (and I might anyways) but most of it is in Dutch. But this was one thing that I could read and I thought it was lovely and poetic:
The Man Who Shouted Teresa
I stepped off the pavement, walked backwards a few paces looking up, and, from the middle of the street, brought my hands to my mouth to make a megaphone, and shouted toward the top stories of the block: “Teresa!”
My shadow took fright at the moon and huddled at my feet.
Someone walked by. Again I shouted: “Teresa!” The man came up to me and said: “If you do not shout louder she will not hear you. Let’s both try. So: count to three, on three we shout together.” And he said: “One, two, three.” And we both yelled, “Tereeeesaaa!”
A small group of friends passing by on their way back from the theater or the café saw us calling out. They said: “Come on, we will give you a shout too.” And they joined us in the middle of the street and the first man said one to three and then everybody together shouted, “Te-reee-saaa!”
Somebody else came by and joined us; a quarter of an hour later there were a whole bunch of us, twenty almost. And every now and then somebody new came along.
Organizing ourselves to give a good shout, all at the same time, was not easy. There was always someone who began before three or who went on too long, but in the end we were managing something fairly efficient. We agreed that the “Te” should be shouted low and long, the “re” high and long, the “sa” low and short. It sounded fine. Just a squabble every now and then when someone was off.
We were beginning to get it right when somebody, who, if his voice was anything to go by, must have had a very freckled face, asked: “But are you sure she is home?”
“No,” I said.
“That is bad,” another said. “Forgotten your key, have you?”
“Actually,” I said, “I have my key.”
“So,” they asked, “why dont you go on up?”
“I don’t live here,” I answered. “I live on the other side of town.”
“Well, then, excuse my curiosity,” the one with the freckled voice asked, “but who lives here?”
“I really wouldn’t know,” I said.
People were a bit upset about this.
“So, could you please explain,” somebody with a very toothy voice asked, “why you are down here calling out Teresa.”
“As far as I am concerned,” I said, “we can call out another name, or try somewhere else if you like.”
The others were a bit annoyed.
“I hope you were not playing a trick on us,” the frecled one asked suspiciously.
“What,” I said, resentfully, and I turned to ther others for confirmation of my good faith. The others said nothing.
There was a moment of embarrassment.
“Look,” someone said good-naturedly, “why don’t we call Teresa one more time, then we go home.”
So we did it one more time. “One two three Teresa!” but it did not come out very well. Then people headed off for home, some one way, some another.
I had already turned into the square when I thought I heard a voice still calling: “Tee-reee-sa!”
Someone must have stayed on to shout. Someone stubborn.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
He wrote a book called Interpersonal Divide: The Search for Community in a Technological Age
(description of the book here) where he discusses "the void that develops when we spend too much time in virtual rather than real communities, neglecting our primary relationships. In this innovative book, Bugeja traces media history to document how other generations coped with similar social problems during great technological change and makes a compelling case for face-to-face communication in an increasingly technological and world." It sounds really cool. I have to pick it up soon at the Journalism Library for my group project on Schizophrenia in modern communication technology.
Last night at Veritas Luke Miedema spoke on Facebook and he had a really good title but I didn't write it down. It was something like "poke others as you would have them poke you" but a little less graphic. He said some really interesting things all the way through, but I thought his most interesting point was that Facebook makes us think about ourselves more, which is never a good thing. He spoke on the format of Facebook, which is kind of a purified and distilled popularity contest (who's talking to whom, wall posts, etc.). Also that everything is 100% editable. Nothing shows up that we don't want up there. We can untag ourselves in unflattering photos, delete wall posts, etc. Therefore it's kind of like a quasi-reality in which we can have on-demand access to our friends and leave when we want. I had never thought about the pure self-centeredness of Facebook before, interesting.
(read it all here)
Getting inspired in today's culture is no easy task. It's hard to be fresh when fresh has become a commodity, when happiness has become fashionshaped, and fashion has shifted from niche pursuit to easy-access shorthand for cool. Like pulling up your hoodie to get an instant toughness boost or feeling 10% smarter because you've got new shoes on. The old signifiers of youth style and culture - music, and particularly, fashion? have become easy-access.
In short, everyone has become fashion-able. Not fashionable, you note, just able to grab hold of this week's trends with a lunchtime purchase of some cheap white pumps or a faux cameo necklace. Super-hip stylist Christiane Joy claims to have almost dropped out of the global in-on-Monday, out-by-Wednesday fashion roundabout, preferring jeans, a shirt and less obvious signals to her style: a pair of sneakers customized by a hip friend, or pumps in just the right shade of blue. Perhaps that's the answer - subtle as the new black. It's an argument that old-school music purists have had with the Limewire generation since the first Napster file-swap happened. Forget the days when it took commitment to get music (ever thought about how hard it was for Mick Jagger to get those Muddy Waters records?).
Recognizing true creativity when you see it, nourishing it and encouraging it to grow, is the only way to beat the frightening forces of things like the pop idol machine, high street fashion factories and lookalike magazines and models. Do your own thing, keep reaching up for those high ideas and never look over your shoulder; because that's what being fierce and being creative, is truly all about.
By Emma Warren and Elizabeth McGrath of Electronic Beats
I'm no fan of modernist architecture. There are plenty of examples on the Mizzou campus of ugly big gray box buildings that make it even more upsetting to go to class at 8 in the morning. Buildings like Middlebush (photo), the Ag building, Arts & Science, GCB, my dorm Freshman year (photo), I could go on. Fortunately there is White campus (photo) and Red campus (photo) also to balance the look so the whole campus ends up looking eclectic.
Well there's this architect I found on coolhunter.com named Adam Kalkin who is taking old shipping containers (like this one) and turning them into homes. He is also turning them into restaurants or other functional living and working spaces. It's really cool recycling.
Check out Adam Kalkin's website here: (Architecture and Hygine) He has the most random stuff, from stock recommendations to 'Jesus Smokes' t-shirts to an "Old Lady House" design concept.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Looking up when Daylight Saving time would come (November 4), I came across some handy dandy fun facts about Daylight Saving time (courtesy of this site):
- It is, in fact, spring forward, fall back.
- According to the Energy Policy Act of 2005, starting in 2007 Daylight Saving time will be a week earlier in the Spring and a week later in the Fall. I guess this saves energy because more people are awake during the lighter periods of the day.
- Daylight Saving Time is NOT observed in Hawaii, American Samoa, Guam, Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands, the Commonwealth of Northern Mariana Islands, and Arizona.
- Daylight Saving Time actually officially switches at 2am, because it's early enough so that all of America can switch by daylight and late enough so as not to interfere with bars and restaurants who serve alcohol until 2am.
- The US has had time zones and laws since 1883, not really that long.
- Time laws are under the jurisdiction of the Department of Transportation and have been since 1966.