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Bread and Wine

I started reading Bread and Wine by Shauna Niequist.  I’m about halfway through, and I love this book.  How do I love it?  I will count the ways.  There will be more detail and gushing when I’m through with it, but for now, I’m just going to let this picture of my breakfast speak for itself (berry crisp – vegan and gluten free style).

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Well, it’s here.  Texas summer.  It took its merciful time getting to Denton, but this week it seems to be making up for lost time.  Goodbye, low utility bills.  I’ll miss you most of all.

June means:

– summer conferences in Housing

– having most of my conversations start with some variation of, “I haven’t seen you in so long – where have you been?”  Working.  Always, always working during the school year.  Summer means no teaching, though, which makes just working my full-time job feel like time off.

– summer cleaning (because it was too nice outside/too busy in the spring)

– snow cones

And all these things:

Books

Apparently I think I’m a young adult, because YA fiction is what I’ve been reading lately.

In June, I finished the latest in Cassandra Clare’s The Mortal Instruments series.  They’re…okay.  I would have enjoyed them more in a month when everything else I read was terrible, but that’s not really a recommendation, is it?  If you have to read poorly written things to appreciate something, maybe it’s best to advise others to skip it.  Especially if they happened to read something like Lord of the White Hell by Ginn Hale in the same month.  There’s just no comparison.

I also read Citrus County by John Brandon.  He writes dialogue well.  I can read just about anything with well-written dialogue.

My favorite book of the month was Will Grayson, Will Grayson.  I love John Green.  Every time I read another book of his for the first time, I gush and say, “This is my favorite book I’ve ever read of his!”  And it’s true every time, but it’s especially true with this one.  This is my favorite favorite.  I’ve never read anything else by David Levithan, but I certainly will now.

In July, I am actually reading books written for proper grown-ups (well, older ones, anyway):  The Paris Wife, Let the Great World Spin, The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, Snapper, The Cookbook Collector, and I might finish A Storm of Swords and Quiet.  I also might start Infinite Jest.  Maybe.

Or maybe I’ll just catch up on TV.

TV is my boyfriend:

The only movie I watched this month (or last month, for that matter) was Friends with Kids.  It’s not new, but it had me at Adam Scott, whom I adore.

I haven’t even watched a lot of TV this month.  I finished the last season of The West Wing.  Yes, it was my first time.  I’m glad I waited until it was off the air, because I am pretty sure I would have been an emotional disaster if I had actually followed it as it was airing.  Just the whole time.  In related news, if anyone is looking for gift ideas for me, you’ll notice that I’ve provided a link in the previous line for your convenience. /shameless

Lately, I’ve been watching Dr. Who.  I’m about halfway through the fourth season.  The weeping angels are still the creepiest villains. *shudders*

And I haven’t been watching Game of Thrones, but I had to see what everyone was so upset about re: the wedding of doom.  Clearly, these upset fans have not read the books, or they’d be used to people dropping like flies (and don’t yell “Spoiler Alert” to me.  If you don’t know that a lot of people die in this story, you haven’t been paying attention, because…um…war).  I like that the episode inspired this (spoilery) and this (spoilery).

I can’t believe I missed the start of SYTYCD.  I love that show.  Fair warning – next month will probably include videos of dances that everyone just really needs to see.

Music:

At work, I have been rocking my Pandora stations, specifically the Build Me Up, Buttercup station and the Edith Piaf station.  You’re welcome, coworkers.

In my car, it’s been Melody Gardot and Madeleine Peyroux.

Food:

I’m taking Preston Yancey’s Sacramental Baking course, and I now am addicted to sourdough.  Seriously – I might have a problem.  A happy, delicious problem about which none of my friends are complaining.  You can throw just about anything into a loaf of sourdough.  Sundried tomato and olive is my current favorite.

It’s summer, though, so most of what I have been making are a thousand different salads.  My favorites in June were this Mediterranean couscous salad,  arugula pasta salad with chickpeas and goat cheese, and anything with this lemon garlic vinaigrette dressing,

I also bought Popsicle molds and made many frozen treats.  My favorites were vegan peach pie pops and vegan orange creamsicles.

I want to make this banana jam…and possibly roll around in it a little.

The Interwebs:

– The person who made this cake is pretty much my hero.

31 Unmistakable Signs that You’re an Introvert.  Yep.  If the crowd is too big, I will socialize with your cat.  And ONLY your cat.

My Imaginary Well-Dressed Toddler Daughter on Pinterest.

Jonalyn Fincher’s video response to Jessica Rey’s The Evolution of the Swimsuit

That about sums it up.  Looking for something else to read, watch, or generally be into?  Check out similar posts at Leigh Kramer’s blog!

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It’s summertime for me.  I know, it seems a little early.  Summer camps haven’t started.  The summer reading program at the library hasn’t begun.  The kids aren’t even out of school yet.

My seasons tend to start early, though.  I work with college students, so the seasons tend to go with the semesters and their breaks.  Also, I live in Texas, so it starts to feel like summer here earlier than most places.  In fact, it’s not so much fall, winter, spring, summer for me as it’s fall, holiday, spring, summer, because February might not always feel like winter here, but it always grades like spring. I turned in grades on Monday for Spring 2013 and have started working for summer conferences, so in my mind, I’ve transitioned.

It’s a new season.  A new photo album on Facebook.  A new goodbye, making way for a new hello.

I will miss my residents.  Well, most of them.  I will not miss teaching, but I’ll be ready to go back to it in August.

Summertime means conferences, the part of my job where I feel most like a fish out of water.  Day desk has been rougher than I expected it to be, but conferences are even rougher.  Training is my strength; customer service is not.  And customer service is all that summer conferences entail.  On the upside, it’s easier to leave behind when I leave work for the day.  I gratefully flee.  No chance of it following me home.

Summertime means reading.  I read a lot anyway, but there’s more time for it in the summer.  I am not reading many deep things this summer.  I actually have romance novels on my list.  I might flip out and throw some Proust in there or tackle Infinite Jest, but I make no promises.

Summertime usually means more writing, too.  I am going to work on my Fishbowl story this summer.  I am also submitting a few posts in a few places as a guest blogger.  And I have the urge for the first time ever to try my hand at poetry, so perhaps I will do some of that, too.  I am in love with poetry these days, from E. E. Cummings’s “I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach a ten thousand stars how not to dance,”  to Pablo Neruda’s  “I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”

But most important of all – summertime means snow cones and popsicles and yoga.  Cooling off and calming down.  It’s my sanest season.

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Reading

At the beginning of the year, I always make a reading goal for myself.  It’s usually grand, and I usually don’t meet it.  That’s not the point.  The point is that I have a view of what I want my year to look like, and even working toward that view ends up making the year wonderful.  The goal is a wish that someday, I’ll be doing the kind of thing with my life where I have time to read all of those books.  Someday, I’ll be getting paid to write, and while the main thing a writer does is write, every successful writer I know will tell you that another thing a writer does is read.  Oh, to have a life where part of my job is to read!  One of these years, it’s going to come true.  Then I will always meet my reading goal.

The things that get me stuck on reading goals are reading things that are “good for me” rather than only reading the things that I want to read.  There is merit in this.  It’s a way of learning to take the perspective of the other rather than just feeding yourself more of what’s entertaining or otherwise immediately valuable to you, which is a grand skill to have.  We see what happens when people can’t fathom any point of view but their own (i.e., the circus that is the Presidential race).  It’s why your English teacher made you read The Red Badge of Courage, or Wuthering Heights, or Lord of the Flies, or anything by Shakespeare.  I actually enjoyed those books (well, except for The Red Badge of Courage.  Screw that noise), but I remember many of my classmates didn’t. But if they actually read the book instead of scouring a summary for testing purposes, they didn’t just fulfill an assignment for a high school class.  They practiced an important skill in being a proper citizen of the world – listening to others who may think very differently from them.  And here they thought they’d never use what they learned in high school!

I’m currently reading a book entitled A Queer Thing Happened to America.  It was loaned to me by a friend who posted something on Facebook that was opposed to gay marriage, and of course, I compulsively responded.  I’m tempted to look back and chide my then self for getting involved in yet another Facebook debate, but I’m glad I did.  Well, I’ll be glad I did once I finish this tedious book.  My friend told me that it was a well-reasoned argument for his position, and I was intrigued, as I’ve never actually read a well-reasoned argument for that position, and as my friend is himself a fairly logical person, I figured he’d know how to spot such an argument.

So that’s what I went into the book expecting.  Reason.  Logic.  An as-objective-as-possible review of the research on both sides of the subject, followed by the author’s deductive method for coming to his point of view.

So far, it’s been a little over a hundred pages of whining and finger-pointing.  “Look what they said about me.  They say we’re hateful?! They’re hateful!”  Apparently this author is a well-known, much maligned spokesperson for the traditional family, and people who have less traditional families don’t like that (or, by extension, him).  And so far, this book has been nothing but his attempt to convince the reader that he’s the good guy in the scenario – that it’s Those People who are really the hateful ones.  And while some hateful things have been said to him, I’m growing tired of all the rehashing.  I’m beginning to imagine him as a really tall, petulant child, stomping his foot, screaming, “But it’s not fair!!”

This is not all his fault.  If the book had been presented to me or marketed as his memoir (which is what it actually is), the extreme navel-gazing and “please understand me” feel would be acceptable.  But I went in wanting a defense of the position, not a person.  And that’s not what I’m getting.

I am drawing a couple of conclusions thus far:

1.  We need to stop throwing around the word “hate” so much.  Sure, there is hate in the world.  And sure, we could stand to be less uppity with each other where such sensitive issues that affect quality of life are concerned.  We could all stand to be a little more loving.  But someone disagreeing with me is not what hate looks like.  Automatically branding the opposing position (whichever side one is on) as “hate” shuts down dialogue on the subject, and that leaves all of us sulking in our own corners, licking our wounds, and just getting madder and madder, because we’ve stopped listening to the people we now label hateful, so everything coming from them sounds like a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal (thank you, St. Paul, for the imagery).  And they just keep talking, not realizing that their failed attempts at coming across as loving  or open-minded are really just pouring salt into a wound.  And suddenly we’re “us,” and they’re “them,” and we can’t agree with them no matter what, because that violates our pronouns.  It’s a maddening cycle, and it needs to stop.

2.  Church and state need to be separated.  Not just as a neat, inspiring, yay-America concept – for real.  They’re just no good to each other.  Separation of church and state protects the legal freedoms of both.  The author paints this doomsday picture where, if we allow the government to change the definition of marriage, it will automatically change it for the church and what the church is allowed to teach, and he’s not wrong.  In countries where separation of church and state is not practiced, that absolutely happens – all entities under the state, which basically means all entities period, have to comply with state philosophy.  Some might even argue that that’s a good thing, particularly where this issue is concerned.  But I am more of (read: firmly implanted in) the “I may disagree with what you’re saying, but I will defend to the death your right to say it,” school of thought.  Separation of church and state protects the church’s (and other philosophical groups) freedom of speech.

But it works both ways.  If we want government to relinquish control of what the church teaches (and my guess is that Mr. Brown very much does want this), the church has to relinquish control of the government, which is essentially what the opposition to the legalization of gay marriage is, as far as I understand it (like I said, I’ve yet to hear a logical, non-religious support of the position).  Advocates of this position often hide behind the upholding of the legal definition of marriage and the slippery slope that might (I’m being conservative – many of them would substitute “definitely will” in place of “might” here) occur if we expand it.  I don’t often hear any of them opposing the expansion of the legal definition of other things to be more inclusive, which pretty much happens constantly, though.  So what’s different about this proposed definition change?  It offends their religious beliefs, which, under separation of church and state (you know, the thing that’s protecting their right to voice those religious beliefs), should have no grounds for controlling legislation.

What is most baffling to me about this issue is that expanding the legal definition of marriage wouldn’t actually change anything personally for any of the people I know who oppose it.  Their marriages would still be just as legally binding as they are now, and all the rights associated with that legal marriage would stay the same.  No one is asking them to give up any of their rights.  Ultra-conservative citizens have just as many rights as other citizens to vote as they choose, believe as they choose, and live as they choose.  They just shouldn’t have more rights.  Maybe this is the thing that they don’t want to give up – the extra-special privilege that they’ve been enjoying that is special simply because it’s denied to others.  I hope there’s more to it than that, because that seems a little greedy.  I hope that this book answers my bafflement.

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