Saturday, May 17, 2008

At the Zoo.

I went to the zoo this past week with Alison and Jack. What a cutie! Here are some pictures.



The weirdest thing (aside from the beautiful Kori Bustard that was obsessed with me that unfortunately I neglected to get a picture of), was the otters, who were moving in a tightly clustered group, chirping. I guess I could find out more about it if I felt like researching, but Alison and I reasoned that they might be waiting for a feeding, since it was very close to closing time. I took a video, in case I have piqued your interest.



Have a great weekend! The weather is so beautiful. I'm off to a birthday party. Yay!

Charity :)

Thursday, May 15, 2008

a sustainable mind.

I'm participating in a workshop on incorporating sustainability into the curriculum of my classes and in reviewing the preparation materials required for it, I came across this video.



I love the things he's talking about, and the idea that the developing countries could use our technological advances to skip our heavy ecological footprint types of development, but I don't really know how he expects the developing world to pay for it all...

In general, the environmental crisis scares me for that exact reason. Who is going to invest in the research and development of these ideas and how will we ever pay for them in time for them to make a difference?! It's like, if we would have devoted ourselves to the pursuit of "green" solutions" about 40 years ago, it might have made a difference. Instead, we've been "farting around" as my dad might say, while the window of opportunity slowly closed.

Now people can do whatever they want, and call it the wave of the future, but how can we possibly create the infrastructural changes necessary in time to avert social and natural disaster?

Just a thought.

[I've been struggling with financial crisis for the past few days, so I guess that's kind of "where my mind's at" right now. I sure would love a sustainable paycheck.]

But sure, I'll talk about sustainability in my class anyway. It couldn't hurt.

Charity :)

Monday, May 12, 2008

silly reindeer games.

OMG LOL. How do you like YOUR ramen??



I am having a pretty good day, even though I got TWO parking tickets last week. My first ever. The first was at school, and the second was in front of my house. I parked too close to the hydrant, because there were no spaces! Then today when I went to my car, there was a note from my neighbor asking me politely not to park in front of their house since they have kids and do a lot of construction. I love it. So I'm supposed to leave empty spaces there and park even farther from my own house when people who are at Fellini's and La Fonda are parked in front of MY house. Or maybe in front of the fire hydrant again? Oh, no. That's bad too.

Whatever. I don't even care. I got another interview done today (10 physicians, 22 total already!) and two more are in the works. Class starts soon, so I'm getting ready for that, too. I don't have time for silly parking games.

Charity :)

you know you're not at the top of your game...

you know you're not at the top of your game when you get up bright and early, drink your tea, take a shower, and then put clean pajamas on.

almost there... but not quite.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

I have been cleaning my ceiling and other hard to reach places today.

Like, my ceiling fans, and my freezer. Here is some ice I got; when one bowl melted, I was able to fill up another and I'm still not through. The problem with renting is that I usually don't feel much ownership in problems such as these. But, as the post-it note on my bathroom mirror reminds me on a daily basis: Today's the day!!

Last week I went to Merlefest with my parents, and I wanted to post a few pictures of that.

Mom and me waiting for some music on a day when there was NOT a giant thunderstorm. (On the day there was, I happened to be on my way to see a venue indoors, which of course there were a line of people when I got there who were trying to escape the rain and so were standing in line for said concert, thus ruining my chances of being able to see it [grumbling continues under breath], which was not as bad as my poor parents, who figured they'd wait it out under Richard's poncho, which unfortunately had a hole in it, so didn't provide total protection from the torrential downpour in their seats situated right smack-dab in the middle of a slight, um, flood plain... So go the joys and sorrows of Merlefest!)

Mom and Richard while we were waiting (again, NOT in the heavy thunderstorm complete with lightning and dark gray sky which actually cleared up in about 30 minutes, which unfortunately was not quickly enough to prevent thousands of hippies and non-hippie bluegrass fans from getting completely soaked, along with my parents).

My most favorite band, even better than the Magnetic Fields (if only from a personalities of the artist perspective), the Avett Brothers performing some song which I don't remember which one it is but whichever one it was it ROCKED (they are great, and I had seen them the week before in Atlanta which also rocked, but what confused me was the extent to which the audience, made up mostly of what appeared to be a strange strange strange combination of frat boys and hippies, loved the band and sang along with a large number of their songs, a phenomenon which also occurred during the performance at Merlefest of another great band, Old Crow Medicine Show, both facts which prompt me to wonder where all these people are finding out about such great music, since most college radio stations I know of are playing mostly indie music [although Spin online did cover their Atlanta show]).

Anyway, I've also been taking Sam out on a leash lately. At first I thought it would be fun and hoped it wouldn't be too torturous for him, but I actually realized far too late that what has happened instead is that I've created a monster, as you can see below. He was waiting to go outside and he cries and cries and CRIES (also, his misdeeds have increased in both severity and frequency; the other day I was on my way out the door, of course dressed up and on my way to a baby shower with the gifts, and of course in the rain, and he bolted, finally allowing me to find him pressed entirely against the fence in my neighbor's yard, protecting himself futilely [I actually thought he was trapped at first] behind some dried out ivy stems).

Bless his heart.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

since this time last week.

Since this time last week (check it out), I have done SEVEN interviews with physicians. Plus, I have three more scheduled, and one more who has committed to participate but who is out of town until June. So that's eleven, out of the 18 I need.

I can't believe how EXCITED I am! I mean, I can't believe how smoothly this is going! Of course, now I've doomed us all, but I mean, I am just walking on air right now!

Kind of like this guy. But in a different way.



Charity :)

Saturday, April 12, 2008

the significance of 1649.

I found out this evening that the four digit number listed in the subject line of this entry is the dollar amount of income tax (state + federal) that I owe the government(s). Luckily, as part of the "economy stimulus package" passed in February, I will be getting a rebate of $600, maybe (why can't they tell me for certain?!?), which is great news in many ways! For example, now I won't have to sell one of my kidneys on ebay to buy gas.

In better news (hey, at least I finally did my taxes!), I went to the Pet Parade in Candler Park today with a friend. That was a lot of fun. There was actually a cat there, surprisingly. And on a leash no less! And called "Hoss" if I heard his human companion correctly. He was very curious and calm, and didn't seem threatened usually, unless dogs barked at him. And to my surprise, almost all of the dogs did pretty well with him. Some more than others, but most didn't bark. One of the most "okay" with him was a dog named Rocky.


Rocky LOVED Hoss! It was so cute! At first he bent his front body down and wagged his tail in the air, trying to get Hoss to play. When that didn't work the way he seemed to think it would, but Hoss didn't back up or seem scared, he crouched down until he was lying on his stomach, and inched his paw towards Hoss, trying to lure him into a fun game. People all turned to watch, and this went on for some time. Everyone was fascinated at his apparent infatuation with Hoss, but finally Rocky's people began pulling him home, with his lady friend promising, "We'll get you a cat friend, Rocky!" Rocky at first stood looking back at Hoss while his humans pulled him in the opposite direction, clearly mourning his inability to stay and play. Oh my gosh, how adorable.

Also, I cut my hair again. I'm getting ready to start on my interviews with physicians (hooray!) and wanted to look as professional as possible. I'm thinking about taking out my tongue piercing, but having a hard time committing to that, since I know I'll never have the guts to get it done again.



In other news, I got two GREAT air purifiers. They were on sale on the manufacturer's website, 2 for the price of 1. I'm glad I bought them before I paid my taxes, because I never would have committed to that if I'd known about the 4 digit payment I was soon going to have to make to cover the governments losses this year. Part of me would rather have two new air purifiers than an endless war, but I can see the other perspective too. Wait, no, I can't.

Sam is hurt again, speaking of emergency expenditures. Bless his little heart. It's tearing me up to see him so uncomfortable. I'll have to take him to the vet Monday, and I hope it doesn't get any worse for the little guy. He's in a lot of pain it seems, but the vet is booked up tomorrow, so if I take him in, I'll have to wait for hours and then pay an extra $50 IF they get around to seeing him. I feel it should be one or the other frankly. Why should I pay $50 extra just for the privilege of waiting four hours for the privilege of paying for an exam and treatment (and my vet is not cheap, either!)? I mean, if you can fit us in, just take us! If not, don't. But don't take my money for no good reason at all. (Speaking of rude penalties, I had to pay $50 to the government because my employer didn't withhold enough. That is ALSO BS if you ask me.)

Finally, I finished The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson, which was absolutely amazing. Highly recommended. I also saw The Frighteners (directed by Peter Jackson, 1996), which I also highly recommend. Ben Hur (directed by William Wyler, 1959), which I watched the other night was pretty good, but it's kind of weird to sit through a 3 hour movie in order to watch a 15 minute long chariot race. Of course, there were other good parts, too, but everyone seems to talk about the chariot race, which apparently was astronomically expensive. It's interesting to compare that to something like 300 or The Lord of the Rings (speaking of Peter Jackson). The crowd scenes, the fight scenes, the death scenes, the battle scenes, all done without CGI. Anyway, recommended, especially if, like me, you are trying to watch the AFI Top 100 American Films before you die. Or before they update the list again.

I hope you, whoever you are and wherever you are, are well. I've been listening to my Pema Chodron CDs (when I'm not listening to my learning German podcasts or the Grateful Dead; I don't know what it is with me lately...) but I want you to know I'm practicing tonglen for you.

Charity :)

Thursday, April 10, 2008

how many times will we get fooled again?




(originally posted 9/07)


Don't get mad, Dad!
Charity :)

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Another musical.

No Johnny Depp, but it's not as gruesome as Sweeney Todd either, and a lot funnier.

Enjoy!!

Monday, April 07, 2008

Broccoli Vegetable Quiche

My friend asked for this recipe many moons ago. The other day I glanced at the Post-It note on my refrigerator, reminding me to give it to her and thought, "There's no way she remembers and still wants this," and almost tore it down.

I saw her at school that very day, and despite the fact that we hadn't talked about it in a year or so, she asked, "When are you going to give me that Tofu Quiche recipe, Charity?"

That's so funny to me! So anyway, since I'm typing it up for her, I'll give it to you guys too. A good diet is so important. I recently read an excerpt (Thanks, Mom!) from a book called Your Life in Your Hands by Jane Plant that described the link between milk products and breast cancer. I want to read the book! But anyway, hopefully this recipe can give you a start in the right direction.

(I mainly like it because I hate runny eggs, though, and quiche has to be cooked just right in order to not be gross to me. Tofu is easier, plus you get soy protein.)

The recipe comes from my favorite and most used cookbook, The Compassionate Cook or, "Please Don't Eat the Animals!".

Broccoli Vegetable Quiche

1 pie crust (get a sprouted wheat one for optimal health benefits and yumminess!)
1 tbsp olive oil
1 medium onion, diced
1 green bell pepper, chopped
1 cup fresh broccoli
1 cup sliced mushrooms
1 pound firm tofu, patted dry with a paper towel (don't skimp on this step, it makes a big difference--pat that tofu dry!!!)
pinch of grated nutmeg
1/2 tsp turmeric
1/2 bunch fresh basil, chopped, or 1 tbsp dried (I like using dry--it tastes good, and doesn't add to the wateriness)
1/2 tsp salt
pepper to taste
1/2 cup soy milk

Preheat the oven to 425 degrees. Follow directions on pie crust to prepare it for filling (in the book, they use fresh dough, but I never have).

Heat the olive oil in a medium saucepan over medium heat, and saute the onion, green pepper, broccoli, and mushrooms until cooked, about 8 to 10 minutes.

In a blender or food processor, blend the tofu, nutmeg, turmeric, basil, salt, and soy milk until smooth. Stir the vegetables and the tofu mixture together and add pepper to taste.

Pour the batter into the pie crust. Bake for 30 minutes, or until a knife inserted just off-center into the quiche comes out clean.

Serves 4 to 6.

Enjoy!
Charity :)

PS-By the way, I saw Sweeney Todd last night. The performances were great and the music was good, but overall I feel like they overdid the horror element. The original fun challenge that drew in Sondheim all those years ago was to try to make people scared in a musical. I would be interested in seeing the theatrical production of that, because I think it might be more intense. The movie felt a little schizophrenic or overdone. I kind of want the soundtrack, though. The singing was really good.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Elephant art

My mom sent me a link to this video, and I had to find out more. You can look on this website for more information. They sell these paintings in order, supposedly, to raise money for protecting the elephants, but I imagine they go pretty quick. It's pretty incredible, but I'm not sure to what extent it's actually a "self-portrait" as described. Although, apparently elephants are some of the only animals (also including apes, dolphins and humans) that we know can recognize themselves in a mirror (source). There was a fascinating article about animal intelligence in a recent National Geographic magazine. (In fact, National Geographic has posted a very interesting video about elephants on their website as well, which you can see here, and which I highly recommend watching after watching the video below).



This one is not as realistic. But funnier. (source)


Enjoy!
Charity :)

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

looking like your pet.

I went to volunteer orientation at this wonderful organization in Atlanta recently. It's a shelter for animals rescued from outlying "kill facilities" that have little chance of being adopted (since they are in remote locations) or animals who require medical procedures or care that their previous owners couldn't provide. I love this place. I've been wanting to do something like this ever since I saw "Year of the Dog." (I told a friend of mine that I was going to do it last week and he asked if I had seen the movie. I immediately gushed about how much I love the movie and revealed my trepidation at recommending it to friends, since I'm afraid they'll see it and be reminded of me for all the wrong reasons. He laughed and said "Yeah, when we watched it, I thought she reminded me of you.")

Being in a group of people who all want to help animals and thus do a tiny part in the work of making the world a better place was very moving. (Also, the pets were SO adorable and sweet and inspiring. The little cat I sponsored last week had almost died from a spay complication but when I visited her, she was so peaceful and friendly. I honestly think animals are an inspiration.) There was a single man in his forties dressed in his work clothes, several young college-aged women in sweatshirts and jeans, a few young professional women, and numerous sets of couples (one even brought their children, which was also moving to me).

It's funny, because I've often heard it said that people grow to look like their pets, and I think that's true, although I also think people pick pets that suit their temperaments, so they don't really have to morph that much (think "Best in Show"). I think what fascinates me more is when couples begin to look like each other. There was one couple there who looked so much alike that I stared at them a little bit, without intending to, of course. I thought, "Maybe they are brother and sister," but then I thought "Volunteering with your brother or sister once you're in your late twenties is kind of weird, too."

I have to admit that whichever way it actually is, the weirdness was still touching because like everyone else there, these two people--regardless of relation--want to give of their time and their hearts to help animals in need. And that's reassuring to me.

The whole experience reaffirmed my faith in humankind. It turns out that there are many humans who are interested in helping animals with no reward other than the unconditional love of a puppy or kitty, which of course is one of the greatest rewards you could receive in my opinion.

In a way, it's like the Grinch--my heart grew THREE SIZES that day.

Plus, I fell head over heels in love. With a beagle. I wonder what that says about my personality. I guess growing to resemble a joyful little beagle named Danny Boy wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

Charity :)

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

scarier even that octopeds.

Forgive me for reposting again. I am actually writing a few stories right now and will post one or two soon. However, when I read this I just had to share it.

It's the real nightmare, and one that I try not to think about since it's so terrifying. However, it's one that I will be living with for years to come and so will my children and grandchildren. I mean seriously, who has decided that we can't afford to provide health care for poor children or refinance loans for people who are losing their homes, but we can afford billions, nay trillions of dollars for a foreign war? If care for veterans is so fraught with problems now, who has decided that it will be sufficient to meet ever increasing demands due to an incredibly (unacceptably) long foreign war (that we were told would only last a few months, incidentally). Who has decided that cutting taxes while spending trillions of dollars on a foreign war is good for the economy?

Why does it seem that no one in power will listen to reason? Why does the American public seem complacent in securing this great nation's demise?

Sometimes I wish FDR would come help us out again. Remember when war was good for the economy and social programs actually helped keep things going?

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March 4, 2008
Op-Ed Columnist
The $2 Trillion Nightmare
By BOB HERBERT

We’ve been hearing a lot about “Saturday Night Live” and the fun it has been having with the presidential race. But hardly a whisper has been heard about a Congressional hearing in Washington last week on a topic that could have been drawn, in all its tragic monstrosity, from the theater of the absurd.

The war in Iraq will ultimately cost U.S. taxpayers not hundreds of billions of dollars, but an astonishing $2 trillion, and perhaps more. There has been very little in the way of public conversation, even in the presidential campaigns, about the consequences of these costs, which are like a cancer inside the American economy.

On Thursday, the Joint Economic Committee, chaired by Senator Chuck Schumer, conducted a public examination of the costs of the war. The witnesses included the Nobel Prize-winning economist, Joseph Stiglitz (who believes the overall costs of the war — not just the cost to taxpayers — will reach $3 trillion), and Robert Hormats, vice chairman of Goldman Sachs International.

Both men talked about large opportunities lost because of the money poured into the war. “For a fraction of the cost of this war,” said Mr. Stiglitz, “we could have put Social Security on a sound footing for the next half-century or more.”

Mr. Hormats mentioned Social Security and Medicare, saying that both could have been put “on a more sustainable basis.” And he cited the committee’s own calculations from last fall that showed that the money spent on the war each day is enough to enroll an additional 58,000 children in Head Start for a year, or make a year of college affordable for 160,000 low-income students through Pell Grants, or pay the annual salaries of nearly 11,000 additional border patrol agents or 14,000 more police officers.

What we’re getting instead is the stuff of nightmares. Mr. Stiglitz, a professor at Columbia, has been working with a colleague at Harvard, Linda Bilmes, to document, among other things, some of the less obvious costs of the war. These include the obligation to provide health care and disability benefits for returning veterans. Those costs will be with us for decades.

Mr. Stiglitz noted that nearly 40 percent of the 700,000 troops from the first gulf war, which lasted just a month, have become eligible for disability benefits. The current war is approaching five years in duration.

“Imagine then,” said Mr. Stiglitz, “what a war — that will almost surely involve more than 2 million troops and will almost surely last more than six or seven years — will cost. Already we are seeing large numbers of returning veterans showing up at V.A. hospitals for treatment, large numbers applying for disability and large numbers with severe psychological problems.”

The Bush administration has tried its best to conceal the horrendous costs of the war. It has bypassed the normal budgetary process, financing the war almost entirely through “emergency” appropriations that get far less scrutiny.

Even the most basic wartime information is difficult to come by. Mr. Stiglitz, who has written a new book with Ms. Bilmes called “The Three Trillion Dollar War,” said they had to go to veterans’ groups, who in turn had to resort to the Freedom of Information Act, just to find out how many Americans had been injured in Iraq.

Mr. Stiglitz and Mr. Hormats both addressed the foolhardiness of waging war at the same time that the government is cutting taxes and sharply increasing non-war-related expenditures.

Mr. Hormats told the committee:

“Normally, when America goes to war, nonessential spending programs are reduced to make room in the budget for the higher costs of the war. Individual programs that benefit specific constituencies are sacrificed for the common good ... And taxes have never been cut during a major American war. For example, President Eisenhower adamantly resisted pressure from Senate Republicans for a tax cut during the Korean War.”

Said Mr. Stiglitz: “Because the administration actually cut taxes as we went to war, when we were already running huge deficits, this war has, effectively, been entirely financed by deficits. The national debt has increased by some $2.5 trillion since the beginning of the war, and of this, almost $1 trillion is due directly to the war itself ... By 2017, we estimate that the national debt will have increased, just because of the war, by some $2 trillion.”

Some former presidents — Washington, Franklin Roosevelt, Truman, Eisenhower — were quoted at the hearing on the need for accountability and shared sacrifice during wartime. But this is the 21st century. That ancient rhetoric can hardly be expected to compete for media attention, even in a time of war, with the giddy fun of S.N.L.

It’s a new era.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

they're coming...

they change colors:


they escape through tiny holes:


they hide inside things:


they kill sharks:


they walk:


and now, they are mutating in hopes of soon taking over the world, if my thoughts on the subject are to be believed (source):




predictors of the greatest tragedies have often been accused of making mountains out of molehills. think about it.

(source)


charity ;)

Sunday, March 02, 2008

there will be blood. at the delicatessen.

so i made it to see this film last night. i don't know how i feel about it, honestly. i mean, daniel day-lewis, as expected, gives a tremendous performance. the movie wasn't the greatest though, in my opinion. perhaps because we missed the first few minutes (i blame the cashier--or more specifically, the cash register--where we ate prior to the movie) which made the rest of it better. slim chance, but a slim chance is still a chance after all. it was just so slow. there were moments of triumph, or passion, or emotional pull, but overall it kind of let me down. it could be because for various reasons i have the movie in the same category in my mind as no country for old men, which was stunning and intense, but i don't know. it could also be because i'd had two margaritas before the movie and was distracted by the people whispering and laughing in the row ahead of us. who knows.

anyway, since it was still early, we rented delicatessen, which i've been wanting to see for some time. it also was a bit disappointing, but it was still pretty good.

paul thomas anderson, who directed there will be blood is hit or miss with me (he also directed magnolia [overrated] and punch-drunk love [underrated]) but jeunet is basically just hit. everybody seems to think delicatessen is like his best or "classic" work, but it was not as good as his others, i think, and oddly enough, he shared director credit with someone else on this film, so the idea of it being "classic jeunet" is pretty absurd.

anyway, just some thoughts.

i've also been sporadically renting "it's always sunny in philadelphia"--which is technically a tv show and which i technically shouldn't be watching--and it has been really great so far.

i think noises off is next in my netflix queue, which my mom insists is her favorite movie of all time. i myself never commit to such dramatic statements regarding my film preferences, so either the film is truly amazing or my mom has a commitment problem opposite of mine. i'm finding it hard to believe the former, but the latter seems plausible.

Friday, February 29, 2008

february 29th.

oh, and happy february 29th.

i thought i'd re-post this very interesting article from the New York Times (source):

February 29, 2008
Op-Ed Contributor
A Great Leap Forward
By CHRIS TURNEY

Exeter, England

WHEN Frederic, the hero of Gilbert and Sullivan’s “Pirates of Penzance,” learns that his Feb. 29 birthday means that he is not 21 years old but 5, he figures he’ll have to serve out his apprenticeship to the Pirate King for 60 more years, and swears to the love of his life that he will return in his 80s and marry her. Such are the tales that have always been told about today’s date. But now we’re in the 21st century, and time is measured according to oscillations of vaporized atoms of cesium-133. Why do we still need something as oddly quaint as leap year?

The answer lies in the fact that days and years are not neatly synchronized. This problem has confounded calendar makers for centuries, and prompted corrections far more clumsy than an occasional extra day in February.

Many of the earliest calendars were based on the phases of the moon. Each 29.5-day cycle amounted to one month, and the first versions counted only 10 months in a year. That turned out to be too few months, but even when two more were added, the problem remained: the calendar could not keep up with the seasons.

A group of Roman priests was charged with the task of adding days through the year, but they were easily corrupted. They’d frequently add or delay the extra days either for personal financial gain or to see their preferred candidates hold offices of power for as long as possible.

By Julius Caesar’s time, the calendar was running 90 days behind. Acting on the advice of an astronomer, he created a calendar based on the time it takes the Earth to circle the Sun. During the well-named “year of confusion,” in 46 B.C., Caesar lengthened several of the months and added a couple of temporary ones as a correction. The jubilant Roman public believed Caesar had extended their lives by the extra 90 days (you just can’t buy publicity like that). And by 45 B.C., the calendar was back in phase with the seasons.

The Earth’s trip around the Sun does not take exactly 365 days, however. It lasts an extra 5 hours and about 49 minutes. By adding an extra day every four years, Caesar could roughly make up for the discrepancy. Even then his scheme ended up being 11 minutes a year too long. This may not sound like much; you wouldn’t notice the difference during your lifetime. But by the mid-16th century, the calendar had moved ahead 10 days.

This shift had serious implications for the question of when to celebrate Easter. In 1582, a task force called by Pope Gregory XIII proposed that 10 days should be removed from October that year. And to make sure the calendar would then be self-correcting, leap years were subtracted from the last year of most centuries. Only those divisible by 400 would get the extra day. (That means 1600 was a leap year, but not 1700, 1800 and 1900.) This way, the calendar would gain only half a minute a year, and it would take 2,880 years before another day would need to be added. The trusty Gregorian calendar had arrived.

This wasn’t the best time in history to establish a new calendar, however. The Reformation had swept across Europe, and Protestant nations were reluctant to accept the pope’s invention. Some countries devised their own ways of making corrections. In what is now Belgium, the calendar went from Dec. 21, 1582, straight to Jan. 1, 1583, depriving everyone there of Christmas.

By the time Britain adopted the calendar, in 1752, 11 days had to be eliminated, and many people were enraged at the loss. “Time rioters” took to the streets of London and other cities chanting, “Give us back our 11 days!” And so the stage was set, the next century, for Gilbert and Sullivan.

Chris Turney, a professor of geography at the University of Exeter, is the author of “Bones, Rocks and Stars: The Science of When Things Happened.”

prince harry

last night i dreamed i saw prince harry on the subway. he was heading somewhere perfectly mundane and not in afghanistan. we talked about mundane things and i thought to myself, what a really nice young guy this is. i was relieved he was no longer in afghanistan, thinking that it must make things really difficult for all of them when paparazzi show up in the hills and villages where they are stationed ("the blues and royals regiment").

after waking up and coming to check my email, i glanced at the headlines on people.com to find that he was being sent home because of the danger associated with people knowing he was there. i mean, i know he's royalty and all, but isn't that what military personnel do? risk their lives? i mean, i'd hate for him to die, but i hate for others to die, too. it's so weird; all he wants to do is fight in a war, but he keeps missing his opportunities die to security concerns. what a strange world we live in.

i saw eastern promises last night. really really good. it's one of my favorites that i've seen during the my quarantine due to the deadly flu virus i've contracted. i haven't seen there will be blood, but if daniel day-lewis beat viggo mortensen for the oscar, his performance must be incredible. i'm sure it was, though. i also saw the age of innocence (starring daniel day-lewis, michelle pfeiffer and winona ryder, directed by martin scorsese). i do like daniel day-lewis. other movies i've seen include the odd couple, la vie en rose (incredible!), michael clayton (really awesome), sherry baby (maggie gyllenhaal's performance was stunning but the movie was full of problems; a shame, really), and heaven can wait (directed by lubitsch, starring gene tierney and don ameche; pretty good, but not as good as the introduction by molly haskell led me to believe it would be).

in another interesting recent development, i received an email from someone i don't know, asking how it's been going. i replied that i am fine but don't know him, can he remind me how we know each other? he responded with the following "huh? your kidding right. Just wondering if your dating anyone at the time. Hope your having a great day!"

i'm tempted to think it's a virus but i don't know how it could be, so i just replied "no, i'm not kidding."

what's been up.

[response to email from college roommate]

Hi friend!

it was so nice to hear from you! i am jealous of you living in asheville again. i have only even been back one or two times since college. it's very sad. there are fun things about atlanta, but i'm ready to move on with my life. i've been going home to visit greensboro some lately. most of my family is still around there. my brother baxter and austin got married a couple of years ago and they are still living in new york, where they will stay at least until austin graduates from acupuncture school. i know hooper and that woman he was/is dating moved there, too, although we haven't spoken in years. i'd love to go to new york--the first couple of times i visited i couldn't wait to leave but the last time, perhaps because i went to coney island by myself, i really fell in love with it. unfortunately, hearing my brother talk about the expense of living in new york is a good dissuasive factor, along with the geographical specificity of my field (professors can't really choose where they live).

for my part, i'm still in atlanta. the rumor is, i'll get my phd someday soon, but i feel kind of like a kid who is slowly but surely putting the pieces together that maybe santa claus doesn't really exist after all.. part of it is lack of interest in a career in "sociology" and part of it is the set of "cons" associated with my chosen profession (such as relative inability to choose where you will live, and the research requirement). i really want to move back to greensboro, as ridiculous as that sounds, because my parents are getting older, and my mom found out a few years ago that she has emphysema so i'd like to be close to her. if course, if i found a career i felt passionate about, perhaps living in my mom's backyard wouldn't be such a primary concern, but after years of teaching college kids about inequality only to watch THEM go out and change the world (actually my favorite part of the job), and after years of trying unsuccessfully to force myself to do research when all i want to do is write in my journal and drink tea, i'm starting to wonder if i'll ever find a passion-inspiring career.

probably too much information, but you found me at a very "transitional" point in my life, actually, and i currently have the flu, which allows me the luxury of also writing long rambly emails. :)

as for the rest of my life, i'm living in a small apartment in atlanta with my two sweet cats (sam and max). my orange cat todd died a few years ago of a freak asthma attack, and as you may remember, tubby is living with my mom. i've dated people off and on, but never found one that stuck. my cats have remained with me though, loyal and faithful.

hopefully soon i'll be able to grow up and commit to a career, and decide to find passion elsewhere.

anyway, i was happy to hear from you and i hope you and the ornery goat find a way to heal your friendship. the farm sounds very nice, and i'm very happy that you have found a place for yourself. i wish you and your partner the best of luck, and please do keep me informed of any changes. if i ever make it to asheville, i'd certainly like to make a point of coming to see you and/in your studio.

love,
charity :)

Thursday, February 07, 2008

my world without television...

I tell you what. I am addicted to TV after all. I knew it would be tough to begin yesterday since I would miss Project Runway. What I wasn't prepared for was the eerie calm while preparing dinner. I didn't even miss Project Runway, actually, since by that time I was already watching Blood Diamond. (I can't give up movies, too! But I'm not renting, so until my Netflix gets here, it's just eerie quiet from that corner of the room...)

Anyway, last night I couldn't even make a decision about what to eat with all the quiet. It was so strange. I started feeling agitated, like I needed some companionship, like I was crawling out of my skin. I called my mom, who told me just to turn on some music. The thought hadn't even occurred to me.

Me: "Oh, yeah, I'll just do that. That's a good idea. Isn't it funny that I didn't even think of it?"

Mom: "Yeah, well, Charity, I gotta go, if you don't mind. Family Feud is on, and it's my favorite part. The part where they...[Drifts off, I imagine to look at screen] That's ok, right?"

Me: "Yeah, that's ok, I'll just..."

Mom: "Ok, bye."

[click]

I decided to make the ratatouille again. It was good as usual. Tonight I'll make a stir-fry in honor of Chinese New Year. Happy Year of the Rat! Hopefully it will be a year filled with economic prosperity, although stories of a recession abound. This article gives tips on investing in these "troubling" times, and investments are supposed to pay off well if made wisely during a Year of the Rat (if you're into that sort of thing). It is supposed to be a year filled with socializing as well as bickering, but no lasting ill will. A great time for fresh starts.

We'll see. There are several fresh starts I'd like to make this year: a new start as a graduate of graduate school, a new start as someone who does yoga every day, a new start as someone who weighs twenty pounds less.

I've been re-reading the absolutely amazing Comfortable with Uncertainty and am on the quest to love myself as I am, no matter whether I make those fresh starts or not. It's amazing how conditional my love can be for myself. I'm going to work on that. I've been making good progress.

I've recently realized that I am responsible for my own happiness and that I alone am capable of creating it. It's pretty liberating, actually, since I realize that I don't have to worry about requiring something from someone else or even myself, but that I must just accept "now" and find happiness in the present moment. It's always there if we open ourselves to it.

The yoga helps. In fact, one reason I didn't think about putting on music while preparing dinner is because I have been listening to meditation "music" (a soft gong for thirty minutes, then a Tibetan singing bowl for thirty minutes) while I'm at home. It's very peaceful. I've been doing yoga by candlelight before bed, with meditation music in the background. It's been very relaxing, but I think it might be causing me to wake up in the night. I can't see why it would but I don't know how else to explain it.

Anyway, to fresh starts and loving unconditionally! I'll keep you posted as my world without television continues to unfold.

Charity :)

PS - I have been fiddling around with Dreamweaver, which I recently got at my part-time job. It's not as simple as I'd hoped, but it has inspired me to want to change the layout of my blog. So maybe I'll do that. Just FYI.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Football and Diets

I watched the Superbowl today. It's not what I expected to do (I did have a lot of work to do!), but a friend promised binge-fatty-sugary-deliciousness since she's starting the South Beach diet tomorrow, so I couldn't turn down an invitation to watch it at their house. I'm sure glad I didn't. What a game!

I remember after Christmas one year Baxter and I found ourselves glued to the television watching the Giants play. He moved to New York, and has developed an identification with "New York" things, and I just like watching football, I guess. Anyway, Mom walks in the room and Baxter and I are standing there (not seated, mind you), yelling at the screen and gesturing. She had no idea who we were. We don't watch sports in my family really, but I've picked it up in the past few years. I'll learn all the rules eventually. The main problem is that I'm lazy. I always watch sports with sports fans, who tell me what's going on, so I never have to bother learning. It's been that way since high school. It always kind of feels like I'm an interloper in a different culture. It almost gives me a rush to pretend to be a part of the "sports fans" group, but I do think that somewhere down deep, I like football. Don't tell anyone. I don't want to ruin my "interloper" image.

Anyway, fun. The game was awesome. The disappointment I felt for the Patriots not securing the "undefeated" season was outweighed by the joy of watching the Giants come through even after being so un-favored. And also the food was great. I'm still stuffed.

I wanted to do the Zone diet, as I mentioned before, but it's hard for me as a vegetarian. The only thing that has worked so far is Weight Watchers. I guess I should go back to that, but ugh. It might help me save money, though, if I'm not eating as much.

In fact, after paying this month's insanely high gas bill and figuring out my budget for the rest of the semester, I realize that I may not have to join Weight Watchers to cut back on my groceries bill...


Oh, and my friends gave me a new printer! A really nice laser printer that they weren't using anymore but that works perfectly. I am so happy. I wish I needed to print something important. I could do it at home now! ;)