Blåsigt.

August 20, 2009

Songs: “Peep-Peep” by Arab Strap, “The Man That I Am With My Man” by Hidden Cameras

Elated, as have fixed major laptop issue with the click of a button, and no longer need to endure the hellish suffering inflicted by the Mac Store. (Even if “sandwiches are wicked and they know you at the Mac Store!”)

http://www.slate.com/id/2225664/

So obvious it barely needs to be said. Still, well-written.

http://www.alternet.org/rights/142075/is_it_now_a_crime_to_be_poor/

Alternet strikes again with socially conscious reporting like no other site out there.

http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200909/elizabeth-edwards

Continuing the infidelity discussion, exploring why people cheat, and why it’s not always an unforgivable crime. There’s a new TV program this fall called “The Good Wife” about a “wronged” wife of a “philandering” politician, will be interesting to see portrayal/demonization of said politician.

Still sick.

February 25, 2009

Curling up in bed with Trainspotting and a package of Fisherman’s Friend.

Rahm on “bipartisanship”

February 24, 2009

“We just have to try. We don’t have to succeed.”

My thoughts exactly.

Monday Reader

February 23, 2009

The last Diary entry- why I love New York. http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/23/nyregion/23diary.html?ref=todayspaper

The end of marriage? http://www.alternet.org/sex/127687/forget_marriage_–_civil_unions_for_all/

A tragic, arresting, yet hopeful photo series. http://www.torgovnik.com/

And now, here’s my take on the Oscars, which I, incidentally, didn’t watch because it would have required me staying awake from 2-5 AM.

Best picture- Slumdog Millionaire- deserved. I saw this movie twice, and loved it. Ezra Klein and others bash it for being unrealistic and “too Hollywood-” but I say of course it’s Hollywood- it’s a movie made in Hollywood, for cripes’ sakes. And for that, a really refreshingly good one.

Actor- Sean Penn for Milk- I was really happy about this, call me biased because I saw Milk and loved it, and wrestling grosses me out (so does Mickey Rourke, for that matter). His speech was humble and charming, and for me, his win was the surprise of the ceremony.

Actress-Kate Winslet for The Reader- Ugh. This was a completely mediocre movie, morally shirking its duties, promoting false themes of redemption, and just generally not that great. It’s great that she finally won B.A.- but I could name ten other roles that she should have won it for. Just more proof that the easiest way to win an Oscar is to gain some weight, not wear makeup, and be in a Holocaust-themed movie.

Supporting Actor-Heath Ledger- Yeah, his Joker was wild. But would he have gotten it if he hadn’t so conveniently died this year? I’m beginning to think his death was the best publicity stunt in Hollywood history.

Director- Danny Boyle- Heck yes.

Soundtrack- Slumdog Millionaire- Heck yes. I listen to this all the time, especially “Jai Ho.”

Documentary- Man on Wire- The best film of the year, for me. Maybe of the decade. So glad it was recognized in this capacity.

I have a cold.

February 22, 2009

So I spent the day in bed, eating delicious things (including 3 blood oranges) and watching the excellent film City of God.

I think it’s time for a new batch of Cupboard Soup.

And on the topic of my impromptu recipes, this treat came to me in a dream yesterday, so I promptly rushed to the market, procured the necessities, and made it.

3 or 4 cups of milk

2 cups of couscous

zest of 1 orange

a tablespoon of honey

generous dash of cinnamon

whatever dried fruits and nuts your heart desires

Bring milk to boil with orange zest. Careful! It will probably boil over, milk is tricky. Add couscous, cover, and remove from heat. When the couscous has absorbed the milk, mix in the honey and cinnamon. Garnish with chopped nuts and dried fruit. Delicious hot or cold.

It’s official:

February 18, 2009

I have too many podcasts. I can’t possibly listen to 12 new podcasts every day. But I love them all! They’re like children, how can I possibly decide which ones to eliminate? SOPHIE’S CHOICE!

On Bob Herbert

February 17, 2009

I respect him, and look forward to his weekly columns. In fact, I think he might be my favorite NY Times columnist. Kristof is way too pontificating, Dowd is a dolt, and the others are rather stiff. But if he comes out with ONE MORE column lauding Obama as if he is the next Messiah, I might have to change my rankings. Every single piece he’s written since the Advent of Obama has left me wondering how he can see to write, his face is shoved so far up… well, you get the idea.

Pull yourself together, Bob. We all have a crush on the President, but yours is getting in the way of your journalistic responsibilities.

A little Austen

February 15, 2009

“There are few people whom I really love, and even fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more I am dissatisfied with it.”

from Pride and Prejudice

Barbie

February 15, 2009

Listening to On Point this week, (http://www.onpointradio.org/shows/2009/02/barbie-turns-50/) I got to thinking about Barbie, my childhood, my feminism, and my future children.

I played with Barbie dolls, and I do not hold any grudges against my parents. I played with the charmingly vintage models from the 1950s and 60s that lived in a toy chest in my grandmother’s basement as well as the updated versions of the early and mid-90s. I also played with Lincoln logs, Matchbox cars, marbles, jacks, my dollhouse, little plastic figurines of cowbowys and Indians, paper dolls, my rock tumbler, sticks and rocks in the woods, plastic Lion King characters, and my mother’s button collection. So you see, there is no pattern to my childhood amusement. There was no gender-specific niche my playtime fit itself into. My parents considered it fairly obvious that I would not internalize Barbie’s body as the one that mine was supposed to become, and I did as well. I laughed at the thought of my own nonexistent breasts ever becoming so unnaturally high and protruding, or my legs being as thin as my wrists and the length of my entire body. She was a vehicle for my imagination- she could be a park ranger, a Greek goddess, a baseball player, a teacher, or a soldier. It was not her body or her obvious sex appeal that formed her identity (though as I grew older,  I can recall constructing many a raunchy scene involving Ken), it was her “blank-slate” abilities that kept me coming back to her. I am in every way a feminist and a critic of our society that puts girls in (neat, pink) boxes from the moment they are born. But I am not afraid of Barbie, and I do not blame her for current gender inequality.

I think that if I end up having children, be they boys or girls, I will give them the option of Barbie. As long as I do these three things, there is no sense in fearing the influence of this doll:

1. engage them in ongoing discussion about body image and gender identity

2. shy away from the white/heteronormative model that Barbie tends to encourage

3. surround them with all kinds of toys (though certainly not too many!) and encourage healthy, imaginative play with many different things.

Because that’s all Barbie is- a toy. One of many, one meant to fuel imaginations and star in stories of a child’s own making. If hyper-vigilant feminist parents stop seeing her as a threat, they may come to realize that she is not really that big a deal.

The Sunday Times

February 15, 2009

Of course, these days I read the online edition, but a selfish part of me desparately hopes that the print newspaper stays around because there is no better sensation than a Sunday morning in bed, sunlight streaming through the curtains, the world waking up all around, a large, steaming mug of coffee, and the New York Times cover to cover.  The internet version doesn’t leave me with inky fingers and a feeling of complete satsifaction.