Over and over, I am amazed with the abundance of fine people in my life. This week has been full of reminders that these connections with people are what save this crabby middle aged "antisocial misanthrope" (see last post) from an empty, sad and misspent life. It would be wonderful to be eloquent enough to tell people what their presence in my life has meant--but it seems that the words often fail or sound cliche.
I'm not a hugger, I'm not good at remembering birthdays or other special days, I'm not good at thoughtful gestures or gifts but:
"One of these days,
I'm gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I've known
And I'm gonna try
and thank them
for all the good times together
One of these days"
Neil Young
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Am I a "Antisocial Misanthrope"?
In the April 20 issue of Newsweek there was an article, by Jennie Yabroff, about reading. Apparently, fiction reading is on the rise but there are some people, labelled in the article as the "self-appointed literary police" who are concerned that the fiction that people are reading is too easy, not good enough (in a literary sense) or too commercial. The article talks about the "gateway drug" theory of literature--"that once introduced to the pleasures of reading, a child (and maybe an adult) will work her way through increasingly difficult and, presumably, increasingly more edifying texts....implicit in this theory is the idea that at some point reading should stop being a pleasurable diversion and start being work."
I have to confess that I've been guilty of that kind of thinking. I have a good friend who reads nothing but romance novels. She reads one to two of them a week and I tease her mercilessly about it. Let me try to lay out the plot for you girl meets boy, they run into a bit of trouble but fall in love and live happily ever after--EVERY SINGLE TIME!!!! My sister and I love mysteries. And just like romance books, the plot is always the same. Someone gets killed, someone else figures out who did the killing and why.
My kids don't read as much as I always dreamed they would (this would be the same pre-natal dreams where they never talked back, kept their rooms clean, dressed in clothes I approved etc...). But when they do read I have to hold myself back from suggesting or being too opinionated about what they "should" read. Maybe they subscribe to Mikita Brottman's theory she put forward in "The Solitary Vice: Against Reading" "Brottman challenges the accepted wisdom that reading is inherently uplifting, arguing that it turns us into antisocial misanthropes who would do better to be out in the world than home with a book."
I say, maybe the world is better off without us.
I have to confess that I've been guilty of that kind of thinking. I have a good friend who reads nothing but romance novels. She reads one to two of them a week and I tease her mercilessly about it. Let me try to lay out the plot for you girl meets boy, they run into a bit of trouble but fall in love and live happily ever after--EVERY SINGLE TIME!!!! My sister and I love mysteries. And just like romance books, the plot is always the same. Someone gets killed, someone else figures out who did the killing and why.
My kids don't read as much as I always dreamed they would (this would be the same pre-natal dreams where they never talked back, kept their rooms clean, dressed in clothes I approved etc...). But when they do read I have to hold myself back from suggesting or being too opinionated about what they "should" read. Maybe they subscribe to Mikita Brottman's theory she put forward in "The Solitary Vice: Against Reading" "Brottman challenges the accepted wisdom that reading is inherently uplifting, arguing that it turns us into antisocial misanthropes who would do better to be out in the world than home with a book."
I say, maybe the world is better off without us.
Monday, May 4, 2009
What's for Supper (or should I get a Fry Daddy)
If anything ever tips me over to the point that I just get in my car and keep on driving..with never a look back--it might just be having to decide what to make for supper every day.
Now, time for a disclaimer of sorts--I love Mr. Wonderful, I really do-- but if I ask him one more time for help in deciding what to make for dinner and he says, "Whatever" or "I don't care", I might just use all my food prep skills (limited though they are) on him. Chopping, dicing, filleting, slicing, pounding, searing or any number of violent kitchen tasks may be used a on someone a little closer to the top of the food chain.
At times, I am appalled at how bad the meals I make are, not in how they're cooked but in the choices of what I've cooked. I look at them and think there's not a gram of nutrition in the whole plateful. Though I think it would be nothing but fun--we haven't let a "Fry Daddy" into the house. Undoubtedly a "Fry Daddy" would make my horrible meals taste better but its a line I dare not cross. A person's got to make a stand somewhere.
Now, back to the original point of this blog entry, I don't know what to make for supper and my car's gassed up.....
Now, time for a disclaimer of sorts--I love Mr. Wonderful, I really do-- but if I ask him one more time for help in deciding what to make for dinner and he says, "Whatever" or "I don't care", I might just use all my food prep skills (limited though they are) on him. Chopping, dicing, filleting, slicing, pounding, searing or any number of violent kitchen tasks may be used a on someone a little closer to the top of the food chain.
At times, I am appalled at how bad the meals I make are, not in how they're cooked but in the choices of what I've cooked. I look at them and think there's not a gram of nutrition in the whole plateful. Though I think it would be nothing but fun--we haven't let a "Fry Daddy" into the house. Undoubtedly a "Fry Daddy" would make my horrible meals taste better but its a line I dare not cross. A person's got to make a stand somewhere.
Now, back to the original point of this blog entry, I don't know what to make for supper and my car's gassed up.....
Monday, February 23, 2009
It's Almost State Fair Time
It's time to start thinking about the Minnesota State Fair. In a short six months it'll be here. I can almost feel the swaying of the shuttle bus I'll take from the free parking off of Snelling and I-94 and feel the sun on my face as I wait in line for admission ticket. There are two kinds of people in Minnesota--those that hate it and those that love it---and I love the fair.
What's not to love about it--there's great people watching, great food, tons of stuff to see, freebies, stuff to buy, more people watching and more food. I think anyone who goes regularly has a routine or set route they follow and some "gotta haves" in the food department. Our route always takes us through the animal barns, have to see the biggest pig in Minnesota and feel the sheep and marvel at how big the cows and horses are up close (not so exciting for Mr. Wonderful, the former farm boy), to the DNR building, the Fine Arts building where we always wish we had more talent or money and Heritage Square. We aren't too particular on the food other than I need about three or four pronto pups. I like to see what all the vendors are selling in the grandstand though sometimes the heat or crowds will make it too much work to go through all of it.
Every year we run into acquaintances--well, I suppose, since its the Great Minnesota Get Together, all 100,000 are our friends, but I'm talking about people we've actually met before. Some years we go to a show at the Grandstand--the past couple of years we've gone to see A Prairie Home Companion. What a great way to celebrate Minnesota at the Minnesota State Fair.
What's not to love about it--there's great people watching, great food, tons of stuff to see, freebies, stuff to buy, more people watching and more food. I think anyone who goes regularly has a routine or set route they follow and some "gotta haves" in the food department. Our route always takes us through the animal barns, have to see the biggest pig in Minnesota and feel the sheep and marvel at how big the cows and horses are up close (not so exciting for Mr. Wonderful, the former farm boy), to the DNR building, the Fine Arts building where we always wish we had more talent or money and Heritage Square. We aren't too particular on the food other than I need about three or four pronto pups. I like to see what all the vendors are selling in the grandstand though sometimes the heat or crowds will make it too much work to go through all of it.
Every year we run into acquaintances--well, I suppose, since its the Great Minnesota Get Together, all 100,000 are our friends, but I'm talking about people we've actually met before. Some years we go to a show at the Grandstand--the past couple of years we've gone to see A Prairie Home Companion. What a great way to celebrate Minnesota at the Minnesota State Fair.
Cowboy Dreams
While flipping through channels the other day, I happened upon one of the American Film Institute shows about the movies they've rated as the best 10 of different genres. AFI has a lot of rankings of movies by different criteria--top movie in a specific genre, 100 best movie quotes, 100 best movie heroes and villains, and on and on. I really like shows like these but have to be careful watching them because my first impulse is to get out a pen and paper and start making lists of movies I HAVE to see--and then I get a bit compulsive about it. (Someday I'll talk about my other lists for my other compulsions).
But back to the small part of the show I saw--I caught the part about westerns. It brought back all my old dreams of being a cowboy.
There were a lot of obstacles between me and my cowboy dreams. First off, I was a girl but I solved that little problem by insisting that everyone call me "John". Second big problem was living in Minnesota and in a town--but I figured that was only temporary. As soon as I was old enough to leave home I could head out west and do my real cowboy stuff. In the meantime, we lived on the edge of a hill and there was plenty of room to roam. The third big obstacle was a slight fear of horses-- but I pretty much blamed that on not finding the right horse. My cousins had a horse, (a Welsh pony if I remember right) but that horse was not trained like Trigger or Champion (Gene Autry) or even Mr. Ed. When we wanted to ride it we had to trick it to catch it--it did not come when we whistled or called or when it sensed we were in danger. In fact, that horse was a great disappointment in the cowboy skills area.
I loved my holsters and pistols and the occassional plastic rifle. I even got cowboy boots once. In the movie "Stagecoach" there is a scene where the stagecoach is being pulled by a team of six horses going full speed and the cowboy jumps off the front of the stagecoach onto the backs of the rear pair of horses and then works his way up to the middle pair of horses and then to the lead pair of horses. I don't remember why he was doing such a dangerous thing--I was too busy studying his technique in case I was called upon to do the same thing in my cowboy career someday.
It could happen...
But back to the small part of the show I saw--I caught the part about westerns. It brought back all my old dreams of being a cowboy.
There were a lot of obstacles between me and my cowboy dreams. First off, I was a girl but I solved that little problem by insisting that everyone call me "John". Second big problem was living in Minnesota and in a town--but I figured that was only temporary. As soon as I was old enough to leave home I could head out west and do my real cowboy stuff. In the meantime, we lived on the edge of a hill and there was plenty of room to roam. The third big obstacle was a slight fear of horses-- but I pretty much blamed that on not finding the right horse. My cousins had a horse, (a Welsh pony if I remember right) but that horse was not trained like Trigger or Champion (Gene Autry) or even Mr. Ed. When we wanted to ride it we had to trick it to catch it--it did not come when we whistled or called or when it sensed we were in danger. In fact, that horse was a great disappointment in the cowboy skills area.
I loved my holsters and pistols and the occassional plastic rifle. I even got cowboy boots once. In the movie "Stagecoach" there is a scene where the stagecoach is being pulled by a team of six horses going full speed and the cowboy jumps off the front of the stagecoach onto the backs of the rear pair of horses and then works his way up to the middle pair of horses and then to the lead pair of horses. I don't remember why he was doing such a dangerous thing--I was too busy studying his technique in case I was called upon to do the same thing in my cowboy career someday.
It could happen...
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Soup Suppers and Songs
I had a GREAT IDEA last year and I told my friend, Kim, about it. Kim, knowing that I am the queen of procrastinators, took it upon herself to put the GREAT IDEA into action right away. She invited about four families over and had each of them make a pot of soup and bring it and Ta Da!! the SOUP SUPPERS (MY GREAT IDEA)were started. Now we, a loose gathering of 4-6 families, get together a couple of times a month, for soup. We talk and laugh, occasionally play a game or sing, but mostly just enjoy being together. Its great fun and cheap. {If you want to be invited, let me know--it's not an exclusive group}
As we were sitting around talking at our last soup supper, Sandy mentioned that she had been watching MTV (not because she's shallow and has no purpose in her life) and found out that Prince's song "Little Red Corvette" does not refer to a car. (I'm not going to explain it-but call me and I'll give you Sandy's number). Other song titles were brought up that were euphemistic, or as I like to say, downright misleading, including the Beatle's "Norwegian Wood", the Doors, "Light My Fire"--and others that I can't remember now. I have to believe some of Elton John's titles would be on the list as well as Chicago's "25 or 6 to 4".
I felt very naive but reassured that at least the country music people know how to title their songs; "Liked you better before I knew you so well" or "Her teeth was stained but her heart was pure" or "If I had shot you when I wanted to I'd be out by now".
It could be that my sense of humor is only getting more juvenile as I get older.
As we were sitting around talking at our last soup supper, Sandy mentioned that she had been watching MTV (not because she's shallow and has no purpose in her life) and found out that Prince's song "Little Red Corvette" does not refer to a car. (I'm not going to explain it-but call me and I'll give you Sandy's number). Other song titles were brought up that were euphemistic, or as I like to say, downright misleading, including the Beatle's "Norwegian Wood", the Doors, "Light My Fire"--and others that I can't remember now. I have to believe some of Elton John's titles would be on the list as well as Chicago's "25 or 6 to 4".
I felt very naive but reassured that at least the country music people know how to title their songs; "Liked you better before I knew you so well" or "Her teeth was stained but her heart was pure" or "If I had shot you when I wanted to I'd be out by now".
It could be that my sense of humor is only getting more juvenile as I get older.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Supreme Court musings
I've been thinking a lot about the Supreme Court lately. My knowledge of it is minimal and as usual, my opinions are much stronger and broader and grander than my knowledge really should allow--but on I go.
As I understand it, the justices on the Supreme Court have a judicial philosophy that can either see the Constitution as a fairly rigid document that isn't meant to really stretch and flex to accommodate the changes in society and the writer's original intents are to be intuited and preserved OR the justices see the Constitution as a framework that our government and society were meant to grow up around. And then, of course, within that either/or philosophical bent you have the political leanings of the justices--conservative or liberal (there isn't much room for a moderate in Washington anymore is there?) I might have this all wrong.
At first I thought it would be fun to be on the Supreme Court--the cool robes, big chairs up high, everybody has to listen to you----those kind of things are important to a person like me, someone with lots of opinions--and summers off. But then I realized that mostly they read a lot of really boring legal stuff and then write a lot more really boring legal stuff.
Though I wouldn't want their jobs, I'd still like to meet Sandra Day O'Connor(retired) or Ruth Ginsberg--though I'm sure their intelligence would render me speechless. I wonder if Obama will have a chance to nominate a justice. A couple of the current justices must be thinking about retiring.
As I understand it, the justices on the Supreme Court have a judicial philosophy that can either see the Constitution as a fairly rigid document that isn't meant to really stretch and flex to accommodate the changes in society and the writer's original intents are to be intuited and preserved OR the justices see the Constitution as a framework that our government and society were meant to grow up around. And then, of course, within that either/or philosophical bent you have the political leanings of the justices--conservative or liberal (there isn't much room for a moderate in Washington anymore is there?) I might have this all wrong.
At first I thought it would be fun to be on the Supreme Court--the cool robes, big chairs up high, everybody has to listen to you----those kind of things are important to a person like me, someone with lots of opinions--and summers off. But then I realized that mostly they read a lot of really boring legal stuff and then write a lot more really boring legal stuff.
Though I wouldn't want their jobs, I'd still like to meet Sandra Day O'Connor(retired) or Ruth Ginsberg--though I'm sure their intelligence would render me speechless. I wonder if Obama will have a chance to nominate a justice. A couple of the current justices must be thinking about retiring.
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