Is one of the few things that its hard to find anything about on the internet. I was just looking for links about it. Some archaeologists don’t’ respect it. Maybe its because its more about women? (Women tending the hearth, making tools at the hearth and whatnot).
My sister’s going to be studying that in grad school.
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Friday, March 31, 2006
Old Work Memory
Once I went on a business trip to San Antonio, I spoke with a waiter who asked me about myself. Do you speak Spanish? I said “mas o menos.”
“You should learn it. Its going to be a very important language in this country.” He told me.
I said “I know.”
We talked about literature He said he liked Walt Whitman. “Because he was against slavery. He was a very advanced thinker of the time. He helped a lot of people change their minds.”
It would seem to me that literature is at least a little worthwhile if it addresses some social issues. It could be slavery, war, “women’s issues” (broad topic, I know) etc.
Not that I don’t enjoy a little bit of marzipan now and then.
I do! In fact, I had a bar of it, covered in chocolate, last night.
“You should learn it. Its going to be a very important language in this country.” He told me.
I said “I know.”
We talked about literature He said he liked Walt Whitman. “Because he was against slavery. He was a very advanced thinker of the time. He helped a lot of people change their minds.”
It would seem to me that literature is at least a little worthwhile if it addresses some social issues. It could be slavery, war, “women’s issues” (broad topic, I know) etc.
Not that I don’t enjoy a little bit of marzipan now and then.
I do! In fact, I had a bar of it, covered in chocolate, last night.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Ah, weather.
The weather tonight kind of makes me think of other times.
Like maybe, the times of the Danes and the Saxons and Jutes or something.
It's all drizzle-y.
Like maybe, the times of the Danes and the Saxons and Jutes or something.
It's all drizzle-y.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Prescriptions
My friend and her friend made a trip to New York City from Virginia recently, to Sotheby's to bid on some plaster casts being auctioned off by the Met. They stayed with my friend's aunt, who is Chinese, and she and gave them these little radios which played the Buddhist prayers. They were very helpful, my friend says, because the truck they rented kept breaking down (she had to remove the front of the dashboard to turn on the lights). Her friend was recently diagnosed with MS and it was a difficult trip for her. But the radios playing the Buddhist prayers helped them to de-stress.
In some books I have read recently, a Buddhist monk prompts a student to find Buddhism in Christianity in Vows: The Story of A Priest, A Nun, and Their Son. Another Buddhist monk speaks of a time he realized the effects of his "loose and ill-considered advice" (on himself) in "Caught in Indra's Net" by Hwansoo Kim. Blue Jean Buddha. Ed. Sumi Loundon.
Not everyone's poison is the same, so not everyone requires the same remedy. How could there be one blanket prescription for all? That makes no sense. I might know that I can enjoy visiting wineries, and be able to buy one bottle of wine and consume it slowly, moderately over the span of one week. But maybe, at this point in life, a pint of icecream is what really slays me. Last night, I read The Virgin of Bennington by Kathleen Norris with one glass of wine. I will likely do the same thing tonight.
Norris is interesting. She left New York and writes about Christianity in her grandmother's house South Dakota.
Also, the late priest Henri Nouwen, I find, has some rather nice things to communicate.
In some books I have read recently, a Buddhist monk prompts a student to find Buddhism in Christianity in Vows: The Story of A Priest, A Nun, and Their Son. Another Buddhist monk speaks of a time he realized the effects of his "loose and ill-considered advice" (on himself) in "Caught in Indra's Net" by Hwansoo Kim. Blue Jean Buddha. Ed. Sumi Loundon.
Not everyone's poison is the same, so not everyone requires the same remedy. How could there be one blanket prescription for all? That makes no sense. I might know that I can enjoy visiting wineries, and be able to buy one bottle of wine and consume it slowly, moderately over the span of one week. But maybe, at this point in life, a pint of icecream is what really slays me. Last night, I read The Virgin of Bennington by Kathleen Norris with one glass of wine. I will likely do the same thing tonight.
Norris is interesting. She left New York and writes about Christianity in her grandmother's house South Dakota.
Also, the late priest Henri Nouwen, I find, has some rather nice things to communicate.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Poems Post
Today's my mother's birthday. She is a sort of petite, southern, auburn haired woman. Currently living in North Carolina. She's going out for Mexican food tonight with her sister.
Here's a poem she used to read to me (I loved it) when I was little:
Little Orphant Annie
Here's a poem my ex-boyfriend in Peru liked a lot. He had it memorized in school. The translation is by my friend Chris's mother:
Los Heraldos Negros
My Chicagoland friend says April is National Poetry month. She's going to try to have a "Poetry Potluck" and display a poem a day outside of her cube.
Here's a poem she used to read to me (I loved it) when I was little:
Little Orphant Annie
Here's a poem my ex-boyfriend in Peru liked a lot. He had it memorized in school. The translation is by my friend Chris's mother:
Los Heraldos Negros
My Chicagoland friend says April is National Poetry month. She's going to try to have a "Poetry Potluck" and display a poem a day outside of her cube.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Item: When I went home (whereever that is this weekend...pick a state, Virginia, Michigan, North Carolina, New York...) and took a shower at some point, when I stepped out and looked at the mirror someone had drawn a heart, with a finger, in the steam, of a lopsided heart, with a big scribble inside of it. Freaky.
Item: I do not understand people who have lived in one state their whole life. Therefore, such people probably do not understand me. So I think today. Tomorrow all could change.
Item: Some memories might strike one as old excuses, much like a flabby stack of tortillas, all sitting in a stomach, my stomach, and there they lie, a soggy stack. Mil gracias. Hmmm. I don't know if those italics will work.
Item: I'm getting reacquainted with Spanish. Those working on Spanish tests, or at the Roselle International Market who speak Spanish, deserve many thanks.
Item: I do not understand people who have lived in one state their whole life. Therefore, such people probably do not understand me. So I think today. Tomorrow all could change.
Item: Some memories might strike one as old excuses, much like a flabby stack of tortillas, all sitting in a stomach, my stomach, and there they lie, a soggy stack. Mil gracias. Hmmm. I don't know if those italics will work.
Item: I'm getting reacquainted with Spanish. Those working on Spanish tests, or at the Roselle International Market who speak Spanish, deserve many thanks.
Monday, March 20, 2006
HOLA JAIME, gracias por tu mensaje, y felicitaciones en tu nuevo trabajo, espero que tu compras tu motorcycle muy pronto! Check this out, mi gato se llama Max tambien but he's not quite got the health problems of this cat, fortunately.Cat Antics He's got a lion cut like my cat had last summer, though... (My mom gave it to him).
Friday, March 17, 2006
Night Walks With Cat
Supposedly my new apt. complex doesn’t allow you to let your pets out. (I discovered this only the day I moved in). But last night, I went for a night walk with my cat around part of the little lake. No leash, just me and the cat walking around. It was fun. And it seemed to cure him of the adorable habit of batting at the blinds (very noisy) to wake me up in the middle of the night. I shall be taking more of these.
Ahora me voy a la casa de mi amiga para comer corned beef cabbage y varios platos stereotypicos por Dia de Santo Patricio.
Ahora me voy a la casa de mi amiga para comer corned beef cabbage y varios platos stereotypicos por Dia de Santo Patricio.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
I’ve relocated.
Missed the river being dyed for St. Patrick’s Day.
Still no internet in the apt.
An author of a now rather obscure book I really liked, Night of the Whale, is going to be at the IRA conference in Chicago. This book was about a bunch of kids on a newspaper staff who go to the beach after their highschool graduation. While there, they are confronted with the problem of beached whales. I wish I still had this book. It was very good in terms of describing realistic relationships. In retrospect, it seemed to almost foreshadow some of the types of people I would meet when I was older. And it did not treat the beached whale issue too lightly.
Night of the Whale
Missed the river being dyed for St. Patrick’s Day.
Still no internet in the apt.
An author of a now rather obscure book I really liked, Night of the Whale, is going to be at the IRA conference in Chicago. This book was about a bunch of kids on a newspaper staff who go to the beach after their highschool graduation. While there, they are confronted with the problem of beached whales. I wish I still had this book. It was very good in terms of describing realistic relationships. In retrospect, it seemed to almost foreshadow some of the types of people I would meet when I was older. And it did not treat the beached whale issue too lightly.
Night of the Whale
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Gosh, I am fond of not packing. NOT PACKING, NOT MOVING BOXES OF STUFF, YES!!!
Rejuvenating.
Also I still like watching old clips from the Olympics on nbc.com. Like the ones from Salt Lake City about the Canadians Jamie Sale and David Pelltier. And the ones with David Chapelle kind of put me in another frame of mind too. So maybe I'll have to get some kind of internet hook up soon. I go off to-morrow to Roselle, IL, a town with a winery.
Here's my Chicagoland friend's website with old pics from last year of a statue of Thoreau wearing my coat. Ta-da!
Razumihin
Rejuvenating.
Also I still like watching old clips from the Olympics on nbc.com. Like the ones from Salt Lake City about the Canadians Jamie Sale and David Pelltier. And the ones with David Chapelle kind of put me in another frame of mind too. So maybe I'll have to get some kind of internet hook up soon. I go off to-morrow to Roselle, IL, a town with a winery.
Here's my Chicagoland friend's website with old pics from last year of a statue of Thoreau wearing my coat. Ta-da!
Razumihin
Packing and traveling long distance can be a chore.
Overall moving is probably good.
Better job, better place.
Not having to deal with certain things I have to deal with in current living situation.
But oh...new place in chicagoland with landscaping and dishwasher and a pool in the apartment complex....
do not let me forget how happy I could be in my little studio in upstate NY in a sketchy neighborhood and thin walls next to the local bar...
or in other words....do not whitewash me of artistic integrity
this I humbly pray.
Overall moving is probably good.
Better job, better place.
Not having to deal with certain things I have to deal with in current living situation.
But oh...new place in chicagoland with landscaping and dishwasher and a pool in the apartment complex....
do not let me forget how happy I could be in my little studio in upstate NY in a sketchy neighborhood and thin walls next to the local bar...
or in other words....do not whitewash me of artistic integrity
this I humbly pray.
Yawn
I'm so bored with stuff, and, I'm so bored with myself hauling around boxes of stuff. Bored. Bored. Bored of bored.
Write a short story about boredom, Kuan Yin, and ravioli in 5 minutes. Ready, set, go!!!
Write a short story about boredom, Kuan Yin, and ravioli in 5 minutes. Ready, set, go!!!
Moving
forces you to recognize clutter
(of thoughts, things, etc.)
Not everything has to be a double entendre.
I have no idea why
human beings accumulate
so...much...stuff!!!
(of thoughts, things, etc.)
Not everything has to be a double entendre.
I have no idea why
human beings accumulate
so...much...stuff!!!
I'm packing a few more things, taking trips down the long ha-ha of memory.
Once, there was a really big rain storm at one of the lodges in Peru. I was sure that I had never seen or experienced such a monsoon in the states. My 19-20 something self decided, lets go for a walk in the rain! My boyfriend at the time really didn't want to--it wasn't that special to him--but I insisted, and so we did. All the other guides (mostly Australians) looked at us as though we were nuts. And thats what it was...A FORCED WALK IN THE RAIN. Maybe it wasn't that terrible. *cringe* I guess that was my 2nd time in Peru. (I went 4 times, the last being in 1999, after I graduated).
"Are you a student of Biology/Ecology/Environmentalism?" the Australians would ask.
"No, English."
"But you speak English."
"I mean Literature."
"Oh."
(Their tones implying "Whats the point of that?")
On my 2nd trip to Peru, I read "Arcadia" by Tom Stoppard for an English class at school. It was very strange to look up from the well manicured lawn on the book's cover and see what looked quite wild, tangled, unkempt, and full of gigantic flying insects. I didn't know very much Spanish yet. It was a lot more fun after I learned more Spanish. Although there was the time in 1999 when I went along as an interpreter with a guide who didn't speak any English, and he told me that we were lost in the jungle, and we were frantically trying to communicate back in forth in Spanish without alarming the turistas, and still get the group back to the lodge before sundown, as we had no tents or torches, but in the end it worked out alright.
Once, there was a really big rain storm at one of the lodges in Peru. I was sure that I had never seen or experienced such a monsoon in the states. My 19-20 something self decided, lets go for a walk in the rain! My boyfriend at the time really didn't want to--it wasn't that special to him--but I insisted, and so we did. All the other guides (mostly Australians) looked at us as though we were nuts. And thats what it was...A FORCED WALK IN THE RAIN. Maybe it wasn't that terrible. *cringe* I guess that was my 2nd time in Peru. (I went 4 times, the last being in 1999, after I graduated).
"Are you a student of Biology/Ecology/Environmentalism?" the Australians would ask.
"No, English."
"But you speak English."
"I mean Literature."
"Oh."
(Their tones implying "Whats the point of that?")
On my 2nd trip to Peru, I read "Arcadia" by Tom Stoppard for an English class at school. It was very strange to look up from the well manicured lawn on the book's cover and see what looked quite wild, tangled, unkempt, and full of gigantic flying insects. I didn't know very much Spanish yet. It was a lot more fun after I learned more Spanish. Although there was the time in 1999 when I went along as an interpreter with a guide who didn't speak any English, and he told me that we were lost in the jungle, and we were frantically trying to communicate back in forth in Spanish without alarming the turistas, and still get the group back to the lodge before sundown, as we had no tents or torches, but in the end it worked out alright.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Now this is timing to die for. Brought to you by
VHI.com
"On the third day, I thought, “I’m not good enough to be in the music industry!” and threw my guitar - it wasn’t even my guitar, actually - and it bounced off the radiator. I forgot I was trying to write songs because I was so concerned about nearly having cracked my friend’s guitar. I picked it up and my fingers just landed on it. That was the first chord of “Eskimo.” The song literally fell out. From then on in I never tried to write ever again. Stuff that’s special just pops out. It’s not me; it’s the moment. It’s like vomiting! [Watch Clip]"
After watching it, I almost thought this guy has some similarities to my 1st boyfriend. Not so much in the photos, but in the clip, with regard to gestures, mannerisms and such. Except my 1st boyfriend had a New Zealand accent. Well, what do I know. Maybe there aren't really any similarities. 10 years ago, Utah was the last time I saw him. But, possibly, kinda/sorta. Funny.
Funny, too, to have found an old photograph of my Peruvian boyfriend with soap or shaving cream on his face. He was smiling and surrounded by his little cousins.
Also, found some photographs of gigantic trees. (Kapok trees?) He used to climb up a vine on one which was on a nearby farm, where they also grew lemons the size of grapefruits on a different kind of tree. We (the people who lived/worked at the tourist lodge across the river) were always allowed to take some. We peeled them and ate them with salt.
VHI.com
"On the third day, I thought, “I’m not good enough to be in the music industry!” and threw my guitar - it wasn’t even my guitar, actually - and it bounced off the radiator. I forgot I was trying to write songs because I was so concerned about nearly having cracked my friend’s guitar. I picked it up and my fingers just landed on it. That was the first chord of “Eskimo.” The song literally fell out. From then on in I never tried to write ever again. Stuff that’s special just pops out. It’s not me; it’s the moment. It’s like vomiting! [Watch Clip]"
After watching it, I almost thought this guy has some similarities to my 1st boyfriend. Not so much in the photos, but in the clip, with regard to gestures, mannerisms and such. Except my 1st boyfriend had a New Zealand accent. Well, what do I know. Maybe there aren't really any similarities. 10 years ago, Utah was the last time I saw him. But, possibly, kinda/sorta. Funny.
Funny, too, to have found an old photograph of my Peruvian boyfriend with soap or shaving cream on his face. He was smiling and surrounded by his little cousins.
Also, found some photographs of gigantic trees. (Kapok trees?) He used to climb up a vine on one which was on a nearby farm, where they also grew lemons the size of grapefruits on a different kind of tree. We (the people who lived/worked at the tourist lodge across the river) were always allowed to take some. We peeled them and ate them with salt.
too much
driving
thinking
packing
sugar free red bull
old music (god! no more! please!)
NPR
my day tomorrow will include NONE OF THESE THINGS!!!!!
I wish.
thinking
packing
sugar free red bull
old music (god! no more! please!)
NPR
my day tomorrow will include NONE OF THESE THINGS!!!!!
I wish.