Goodnevili

Prince Charming

2011-10-17T01:17:00.002-04:00

Living ever after happily,
I would wake the sleeping beauty
From a slumber not of drowsiness
Yet an absence of human tenderness
With you my life be graced
and in soft pillows your features traced
How do you answer this?
Return I pray, a passionate kiss.

2011-10-17T01:10:00.000-04:00

Martyrs of the matchless love
Burned at stake for heavens' sake
Feeding flames of a vain bonfire
Passing as a torch into the refiners fire
holding a candle for the cause
Once set atop a hill
The light of the world.

2011-10-17T01:00:00.001-04:00

My eyes act as a window pane
Cloudy with a chance of rain
Float amid an azure sky of blue
to a mood of similar hue

Regarding the Fair Folk

2011-07-29T23:37:00.001-04:00

Fairies represent beauty and feminine power, seduction, trickery, homosexuality, mystery, and enigma. Originally the term was the neutral plural of fatum, meaning "the fates" an equivalent of the Greek Moirai, the personified Fates who determined the course and ending of human life. Singularly the word fey, originally meaning "fated to die" or "having forebodings of death." Due to the identical pronunciation of the two words, "fay" is sometimes misspelled "fey". The afterlife and fairy realm are not far removed from one another. The same legends are told of ghosts and fairies, the sídhe of old Celtic lore in actuality being burial mounds. Furthermore it is dangerous to eat food in both Fairyland and Hades, due to the danger of never returning. The Tuatha de Danaan are associated with several otherworld realms including Mag Mell (the Pleasant Plain), Emain Ablach (the Land of Promise), and the Tir na nÓg (the Land of Youth).

Although in modern culture they are often depicted as young, sometimes winged, humanoids of small stature, originally they were depicted as tall, radiant, angelic beings or short, wizened trolls. Fairies of one kind or another have been recorded for centuries. Capable of shape shifting the fairy may be seen in the form of the selkie (a seal); the kelpie (a deadly water horse), or the malevolent black dog. In ancient times, the fairies were mischievous beings and were often believed to be responsible for lost items, sour milk and, at times unwed pregnancy. In addition they could be portents of the death of a loved one, especially if the apparition was a wailing banshee.

Wings, while common in Victorian and later artwork, are rare in folklore; even small fairies flew by magical means, sometimes flying on ragwort stems or on the backs of birds. Nowadays, fairies are often depicted with ordinary insect or butterfly wings. The wings of the fairy can also denote spirituality or alignment within two distinct houses:
The Seelie court is known to seek help from humans, to warn those who have accidentally offended them, and to return human kindness with favors of their own. Still, a fairy belonging to this court will avenge insults and could be prone to mischief.
The Unseelie Court consists of the malevolent fairies. No offense is necessary to bring down their assaults. They are known to assault travelers, carrying them through the air, beating them, and forcing them to commit such acts as self mutilation or suicide. When allowed the opportunity, they will always prefer to harm—rather than to help—humans.
As most accounts of fairy meeting are made by children it is believed that innocence allows perception. But folklore also alleges that those with a second sight, "madness", fringe elements of society, or those who have recently been touched by illness or death are equally prone to such visions. The most common time of day to see them is at twilight. It would appear that it is during transitional times that the veil between worlds is thinnest and most permeable.

Photo: The Captive Robin by John Anster Fitzgerald

Art is...

2011-07-13T16:55:00.001-04:00

Creating a singular definition of Art is as complicated as describing salt to someone who has never tasted it. Art is multifaceted; traditionally art has operated within the realm of religious ritual. Art is also a powerful means of storytelling. Art may also serve as a commemoration of an important event. The event may be of major historical importance, or it may be more personal such as the depiction of a wedding, birth, baptism, or social achievement. Art may also be a means of recording of visual data-- depicting what we see in a particular moment of time. The expressive power of art can be seen in literal ways in the capturing of facial expression and body language. Art can convey intense emotion. Art has often served as a vehicle for propaganda or social commentary, which attempts to persuade one toward a particular viewpoints or action promoted by public or private institutions such as political parties, governments, or religious groups. The artist as social commentator may simply make us more aware of the human condition.
Art can also be seen as pleasing the eye- creating beauty. Yet this idea of beauty, like that of truth, has been challenged in the modern era. At one time, the artist was expected to portray perfection-- lofty and noble ideals of beauty. Yet as society has become more diverse, educated, and industrialized many people began to broaden their notion of what could be beautiful.

In any case, one of the primary functions of art is to interpret the subject matter at hand. Although new subject matter has evolved, the human condition, nature, and events still continue to capture the attention of artists. The media used have changed relatively little; though new materials have appeared in this century, the conventional media continue to be used. Nor can we say that the quality or artistic merit of art works has increased or lessened with time. However, throughout the course of history as society has changed, so also has the interpretation of specific subject matter. A portrait executed by Matisse in 1907 should not be confused with one done by van Dyck in the 1630s. Even landscape is reinterpreted in the context of a changing world. Each work is an expression of the subject in the context of the values, culture, and events of its specific era.

Residue

2011-05-19T19:26:00.001-04:00

Circles of sleeplessness remain,
cruel reminders of consciousness.
Black like the night

Created in his image...

2011-05-09T23:05:00.000-04:00

The spring semester has proven to be much more difficult that I ever imagined dear readers. I anticipated University life to be much more difficult, but the time constraint was not something I was prepared for. I did find a new creative outlet in Ceramics, and my drawing skills are markedly improved, as noted by these tow examples from figure drawing. Le husband is also thrilled that the creative energy that I normally funnel into home re decorating is being diverted. As one of few adult students I have garnered a bit of a reputation for being mean. The fact that I realize how important the passing of time is makes a small division between me and my classmates - most notably during critiques.

Sadly the fact that I am brutally honest does not encourage the same behaviour in others - just fear. I must admit that while others would feel disparaged after being called a douchebag. I relish the title, of course I have had the epithets of faggot and queer hurled at me so many times I think this is a step in the right direction.

The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner: An Eclipse Novella (Twilight #3.5)

2010-11-18T03:08:00.000-05:00

"Irresistible" only to people who make it a point to read everything this author writes. The only thing "dangerous" about this book are the after effects that the English language will suffer. Seriously the public review lists "mystery", if you read Breaking Dawn you know this character bites the dust. I wouldn't consider it a "romance", but the central character is a 15 year old so if course, there must be a young man for her to fixate her feelings on. With so many intriguing themes with choice and deception, this forgettable character isn't worth the paper its printed on. I'm more aggreived for the trees that died in the creation of this novel than for the character it represents.

(Shoe) Whoreing it up!

2010-08-12T01:39:00.000-04:00

So the good, better, and best advice section has been wildly neglected for some time. (Blame it on the economy, blame it on my unemployment, actually just blame my lack of motivation.) I actually like to try the items I recommend else the whole point would be rather pretentious. My aversion for shopping based on previously mentioned personal economic state should be lauded, however now that I have rejoined the rank and file worker my shopping limits must be reined in. My ability to resist sales is a direct response to the number of homemade peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I prepare for lunch breaks: nil, nada, zilch. It seems that all my pent up want and frustration has escaped in a maelstrom of new furniture, bedding, pillows, shoes, and designer socks.

Although it is familiar territory, the shoes shown below are some of the most comfortable and stylish that I have seen since 2006, when Cole Haan combined luxury leather with Nike Air technology. While I still recommend the Caldwell as a stylish business shoe. I would depose it with the Air Jefferson in terms of comfort. Shown here in British tan, it is also available in black calfskin, and ultra soft nappa leather. In styles ranging from a Venetian moc to a captoe oxford. This color is a great compliment to the seersucker pieces that symbolize the Southern summer.

(thirty) Fore!

2010-07-27T01:43:00.000-04:00

As with all rites, the passing of another birthday has a way of making me re evaluate my past and future. As with any goal, there is some desired destination or end point. But the vagueries of life aren't as easy to demarcate into good or evil, right or wrong. Decisions that I once thought trivial have become divergent crossroads that have altered my viewpoint and my destiny. While I have tamed my fear of the dark, and tempered my fear of heights, stronger and more vicious opponents occupy my mind: zealotry, complacency, ignorance, and lactose intolerance are truly great adversaries. In the ages of mankind, we perpetuate the same vicious circles as we seek to control, dictate, abd worship the fickle taskmasters that money, ambition, and beauty present.

While I would be hard pressed to deny that there is wisdom in religion, there is a great irrationality too. This same devout belief applies to political parties and is burdened by the same fervor. Frugality has its place, as do conservative values; but are not the blessings of heaven given liberally for those who ask? If we are to emulate the teachings of Christ why do we mirror the sentiments of the Egyptian grain merchant rather than turn and offer the other cheek? What if a spokesperson of God today was a condemned criminal, and erroneously labelled a sexual felon, like the interpreter of Pharoah's dream? Today as the Californian marriage amendment (Proposition 8) was labelled unconstitutional by a Federal judge, it was only minutes afterwords that the internet messageboards are litered with sensationalized partisan journalism, hate speech, and flame wars. As a one time member of the Mormon Church, I feel that there is an undue spotlight singleing out it's funding and noted opposition. But as a gay man I also feel that there is blatant hypocrasy in regards to the sanctity of marriage. Any debate truly becomes a battle of semantics over civil union or marriage. Mind you the concept of marriage is not new but the modern application is based at least in part on as much tradition as it is in translation, as I understand that the King James version is translated. This battle over the right to use a word has become not only an issue regarding freedom of speech, a battle cry for the freedom of religion, a clarion call for democracy.
In the field of morality are we all not hypocrites? In the earthly plot are we all not visitors? Just as we separate church and state, why do we not strip the manmade constricts of county, state, and region away from humanity to realize the artificial labels and nationalism that they represent to realize that the enlightened ideals of the American movement were freedom for each man and woman regardless of race, creed, and gender.

Wish List 2010

2010-06-15T07:36:00.003-04:00

As another birthday approaches, the thought of packages and far flung greetings of goodwill counters the yearly mire of unrealized dreams and potential. I'm not sure if I would attribute the lessening to actual maturity, but I will acknowledge that angst just takes too much effort.

In the prevalent youth centric culture, its nice to know that I am no longer the target of masterminding marketing analysts and their plans for world domination.(SPOILER ALERT it involves the cast of Jersey shore and copious amounts of hair gel) While I am still a fan of entertainment I no longer feel the need to experience the latest roller coaster, or race to the multiplex for that matter. Having previously experienced a volley of peaks and valleys that pepper life is one of the benefits of age. While I usually turn tail from the nostalgic offerings of my youth, I now appreciate new levels of understanding, as well as a good dose of sarcasm. (Thank you MTV for finally releasing the complete Daria Series on DVD)

The 1997 Baz Luhrman production of Romeo + Juliet hosted an unlikely soundtrack addition which became a sleeper hit - Everybody's Free to wear sunscreen. Which like all advice that is dispensed, I once dismissed as not applicable. But a few months back I had the opportunity to meet with some previous co workers from a decade ago. Luckily one of them (thanks S!) had some pictures from a more carefree, and daring time: when the stupidity of youth is part of the brilliance. Leafing through those binders brought back the heady euphoria of nights at the disco, the regrets of one night stands, and the sadness of fallen friendships, but most importantly the realization that I have had many wonderful individuals cross into and color the fabric of my life.

Somebody help me please....

2010-04-09T08:56:00.000-04:00

I have a small confession, I have an addiction to Lowe's, Home Depot Gardening Centers, and Pike Nurseries. How could I resist the beautiful temptations such as the Temple Bells Pieris. This flowering shrub is marketed as a great foundation plant. But the diminutive namesake flowers provide wonderful interest late winter and early spring when many other plants in the garden are just waking. This three gallon plant was only $19.95, far cheaper than an monthly supply of cigarettes or porn, or so I've heard...

Being my brothers keeper.

2010-03-22T16:30:00.004-04:00

I am amazed by the duplicity that dominates religious rhetoric.   Someone explain to me how welfare organizations that are Federally funded differ from those of religious origin in respect to morality. My only quick notice is that of an elitist perspective. While I admit that my knowledge is heavily slanted by the religious upbringing I experienced in Utah, where poverty was battled with subsidized lunches, but also by a religious ministration reliant on fast offerings and donations, contingent upon affiliation of course. (On a long term basis, mind you, this is not a post directed towards large one time donations due to natural disasters, or other singular calamities.) While I understand that the reputation of Government is not of virtue and prudence per se, there is no disclaimer that states that only a church or religious entity can be interested in the welfare of its patrons. I also know many individuals enter political office in an attempt to make the world a better place. Why is it that we will "feed the children" without batting an eyelash, but at some undetermined interval inflict judgment as a precursor of hunger or thirst? If your going to eat the bread, you have to drink the punch?

Which isn't to state that the beauraucratic idiosyncracies of our government don't have thier own restrictions.  While there are many hot button issues, healthcare, welfare, and abortion are certainly an unholy trinity in some circles. At the root of each of these issues however is that glimmer to make the world a better place. As eternal as the wellspring of hope, there is need. When something is created there is automatically a division of the populace: those with, and those without. Society has been divided many times over along visible and invisible fault lines. Male, female, young, old, Democrat, Republican. Imagine the strain felt by an Transgendered 24 year old college coed Independant. I must interject that I find argument based in extremes to be unhelpful except in the dire extremes that they mirror, in the event that there are only 12 people left to repopulate the planet, I'll have long since resigned myself to fate. I don't believe in prolonging the inevitable. Which isn't to say that for those 12 individuals food wouldn't be an all consuming issue (no pun intended). But for a modern 24 year old college coed some of those issues could be just as dire.

I have to state that as a principle I do not believe in charity as an organization. I will also state for the record that I am an extremely selfish and metrialistic person, and as noted on my Facebook profile, Jesus thinks I am a selfish bitch. As an individual act Charity becomes an entirely different manner as 1 Corinthians 13:13 exhorts us that "the greatest of these is charity." (I will offer to buy a sandwich or food for the homeless.)(I will also admit that my first reaction to that those who distinctly desire only money are of an ill caste-whether my assumptions are correct isn't really the point.)  I also do not believe that people value things that they recieve for free.   I want to muddy the waters here and introduce public education, the national endowments for the Arts, Parks and recreation, and the department of transportation. All of which are funded with tax dollars. Should I be angry that as a homosexual I pay for the education of your children? I also believe it counterproductive to demarcate every aspect of ones life. Which is not neccessarily the advice admonished in Mark 12:17, or perhaps it is if you believe that we are the creations of an all powerful, omnipotent, omnipowerful, presence. (heretofore which shall be abbreviated as POOP). So in an effort to render that which is Ceasar's and that which is God's: if I were to ask to remove in God we trust from our monetary denominations would there be a furor? Therefore I must infer that the individual intent of our actions is the mark of our virtue; regardless of whether one is a Democrat or Republican, Baptist or Mormon.

In conclusion of the metaphorical implication of the title, and my limited understanding that the jealousy of Cain was aroused by the acceptance of Able's willing sacrifice when compared to the begrudged offerings. As exemplified by this passage from Matthew Henry's Concise Commentary on the Bible regarding Genesis 4:8-15

Malice in the heart ends in murder by the hands. Cain slew Abel, his own brother, his own mother's son, whom he ought to have loved; his younger brother, whom he ought to have protected; a good brother, who had never done him any wrong...Observe the pride, unbelief, and impenitence of Cain. He denies the crime, as if he could conceal it from God. He tries to cover a deliberate murder with a deliberate lie...Cain was cursed from the earth. He found his punishment there where he chose his portion, and set his heart. Every creature is to us what God makes it, a comfort or a cross, a blessing or a curse. The wickedness of the wicked brings a curse upon all they do, and all they have. Cain complains not of his sin, but of his punishment. It shows great hardness of heart to be more concerned about our sufferings than our sins. God has wise and holy ends in prolonging the lives even of very wicked men."

While I wouldn't go as far as murder, to kill is defined as depriving of life in any manner. I would say that by our omission death is the rational end for individuals who do not have access to modern healthcare. Just as the intent of the homeless, or the intent of Cain -- the arena of judgement is not mine, so I will not judge the means that have left many of my fellow Americans without health coverage. Which as a footnote I'll mention that God is no respecter of persons so my arbitrary distinction between immigrant or illegal alien will probably hold little water in heaven.

2010-03-10T18:38:00.000-05:00

I can think of no greater epicurious delight to honor the sensory extravaganza of spring than this delightful orange tinged muscato.

As denoted by the label the alcohol content is quite low, but if imbued early in the breakfast, a little buzz will linger but not overwhelm.

Aptly named for the pleasant play of fruity flavors that electrify the tip of the tongue when tasting this beverage works well with spicy Thai and Asian meals, even tangy orange rolls. Also acts a great mixer for drinks, spice up a cosmo in leui of triple sec.

Bottled by Quady Winery

In Progress...

2009-12-03T17:16:00.000-05:00

So I decided that lest the holiday caloric intake completely overtake me, I should go for an afternoon walk (granted this is only viable while the 67 degree temps hold true - who'd have thunk it in December -- and this was before I downed an entire box of mini Charleston Chews all 2.5 servings) (This is in no way pertinant to the entire loaf of pumpkin bread with the cream cheese filling I ate for breakfast) (Nor is this in relation to the chocolate bars I bought for the stockings to be filled with care that will have to be replaced) So Dearest Santa, please use your generous spirit when applying your wisdom to my proportions, and help me to do the same.

Silent Night...

2009-11-18T08:23:00.009-05:00

As one who has lived a nocturnal existence, as an insomniac and a night auditor, I have spent my fair share of evenings surrounded by thoughts and convictions as my only company. Night is an intimate ritual as it envelopes the human heart. For the weary it provides peace, for the fearful it harbours inescapable horrors, for lovers-liberation. In all of our allusion, have we maligned darkness unduly? Perhaps the blank slate reflects our own psychological state more clearly than a mirror. As the harvest vines begin to wither, are death and decay byproducts of the extended evening, or is it a gracious cover?

Similarly unsettling is the nothingness that represents silence. Darkness is at least visual. In that moment of recollection for lives lost, silence can become an unwitting accomplice. Silence is nothing if not predictable.

Made from spare parts...

2009-10-22T02:33:00.006-04:00

Make like a mad scientist (the nuts look like mini brains) and serve this wonderfully moist cake to all your little monsters...er party guests and they'll be sure to stay on "friendly" terms. Can be served solo or topped with a cream cheese icing as in the photo

Swedish Pineapple Nut Cake

2 cups sugar
2 cups flour
2 eggs
2 teaspoon baking soda
2 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup whole walnuts or whole pecans
1 20 oz can crushed pineapple

Combine all ingredients and mix. Bake at 350 degrees for 35-40 minutes in a 9 x 13 inch pan or bundt pan.

Stake night

2009-10-20T04:12:00.005-04:00

Don't risk your neck this Halloween. The only guest to shy away from these wonderfully exotic but mild appetizers would be a vampire, though Count Dracula would give you points for style.

Chicken Satay with Peanut Coconut Sauce

Makes 30 Skewers

Prep 20 Minutes
Refridgerate Overnight
Broil 6 minutes

1/2 cup creamy peanut butter
1 cup coconut milk (if you use canned milk do not confuse with cream of coconut)
2 tablespoons lime juice
2 tablespoons soy sauce
1 1/2 tablespoons dark brown sugar
1 teaspoon ground ginger
2 medium garlic cloves, chopped
1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes
1 3/4 pounds thin sliced chicken cutlets
Skewers

In a large bowl whisk peanut butter, coconut milk, lime juice, soy sauce, brown sugar, ginger, garlic, and pepper flakes. Remove 3/4 cup of mixture into separate container and refrigerate for dipping.

Cut chicken cutlets into long strips (across the grain recommended) approximately 3/4 of an inch thick. Add chicken strips into bowl of peanut coconut sauce; stir to coat. Marinate covered in refridgerator for minimum 2 hours or overnight.

Thread chicken onto skewers. (Bamboo skewers should be soaked in water for 1 hour prior to broiling--Metal skewers should pe sprayed with nonstick spray or wiped with shortening to aid cleanup) Coat broiler pan rack with nonstick cooking spray. Set oven rack 4 to 5 inches from broiler. Heat Broiler. Arrange prepared skewers in a single layer on prepared rack. Broil until chicken is browned and cooked through, about 7 minutes.

Arrange skewers on platter and serve with dipping sauce and garnish if desired.

False Advertisement

2009-10-06T06:57:00.007-04:00

This mural is from the Terror ride of Lagoon, the sole amusement park in Utah. It was my first "haunted" house, and I think I kept my eyes closed the entire time, after witnessing a ghostly white shroud (attached to a hanger-I had already seen mommy dearest at this point so wire hangers were terrifying) that moved at the same speed as the buggy, an ever so stylish cart that made me feel as if I was one of the scooby gang, a five year old earns bravery point for entering right? As the park is only open during the summer, I had mustered enough bravado to re-enter the next summer, and I added one more lifelong fear to my repetoire -- loud car horns and headlights. However this reverence was shortlived; by my seventh year I was already noticing how the objects moved in identical patterns and what components made their motions. So the supernatural weren't so super afterall, just a naturally recurring phenomenon, like a turntable and a pulley. I could tell you the track from memory at this point and I haven't been there since an eventful trip in 1999. (I locked the keys in the ignition with the car running after getting pulled over on the freeway and frisked by the highway patrol) The other macabre offering from Lagoon is Dracula's Castle with elements borrowed heavily from Edward Gorey, Aleister Crowley, mythological, Babylonian, and occultist symbols mixed into a blender and regurgitated as only a conservative religious homogeny could.

Mistaken identity

2009-10-03T00:45:00.006-04:00

As a child of the eighties, I viewed plenty of farcical movie fare; Teen Wolf, My Best Friend is a Vampire, and Monster Squad each served with enough cheese to qualify for dinner and a movie. Forerunners to the comedy/horror era of Leslie Neilson in Love Bites and and Eddie Murphy as a Vampire in Brooklyn eradicated by the advent of Jason Vorhees, Freddy Krueger, and Michael Myers and their gory trail of ephemera. While the players have changed and new installments are entering a multiplex, or hostel, near you, the level of schlock has reached torture porn. No longer a vehicle for social satire, the attraction is what the viewer saw. I could just SCREAM.
Who can forget Barbara from Night of the Living Dead? Or that virginity is a sacred security blanket. But I digress...I was hoping to bore everone by enough diatribe that my confession of pretending to be a werewolf (for nearly all of 5th grade) would be overlooked (I was 10). The allegory of teen angst and awkwardness was established in 1957.< when darwinism itself was so scary you had to use a metaphor.

Countdown to terror...

2009-10-02T03:38:00.006-04:00

In honor of the pending holiday, I am going to do something frightening - reveal a skeleton from my closet each day. (Until I run out of answers to the terrifying, like incidious facebook surveys, start a chain letter...or I get side tracked by something shiny) I'll attempt to battle the demons in my psyche as well as the green eyed monster. And answer the pressing questions that everyone is dying to know such as: Who are my hero's? What type of underwear do I prefer? What color is my bedspread? What is my latent superpower?

I feel I should also throw out a disclaimer that these posts are not for children, I may incorporate words like bite, suck, and titilation, as well as other four letter relatives. Consider yourselves warned.

I'm not sure whether I should credit Bram Stoker or Bela Lugosi as my first idol, but I'd stake a good wager that the combination of victorian sexual repression and villainy encompassed by the myth of Count Dracula is eternally indebted to both. One of my earliest memories is discussing childhood heroes with my brothers, perhaps it was in response to an episode of superfriends, or the yearly mele of costume selection as Superman, Spiderman, and the Silver Surfer were named. I was in a quandry between choosing Darth Vader or Dracula, in my elementary education the fact that they both started with a 'D' was nuetral. Shapeshifting was a definite plus the thought of eternal life even at the expense of drinking blood which I equated with V-8 juice was something I could sink my teeth into. I was one of the few, the select, who begged and pleaded for the I Vant to Bite your finger boardgame, which I received for my 7th birthday. It was also the eponymous name of my first electronic game which I spent many many hours indoors playing so as not to you know go outside in daylight.

Dear ________

2009-08-24T06:08:00.006-04:00

I read your letter again today, the one you sent a lifetime ago. I want to thank you for the words of advice, warning, and comfort that you have provided over the years as I re read your words. I want you to know that when I see the address on your envelope I am taken to remote places in my mind and on the Navajo reservation -- a tiny trailer in Tuba, NM, the canyons of Chinle, AZ. I remember the promise I made to keep in touch and to write. You are not forgotten, nor are the hours we spent playing board games at the Holidays. Treva, I still enjoy the sand paintings you meticulously crafted, and Rodney your sandstone carvings. Kimberly Rae I am still humbled by your unquestioning faith and innocence. To my sisters in Dulce, I am sorry that I have let our friendship dwindle, you are perhaps my most fond memory, I will never forget any of you...

25 Random Things

2009-06-05T02:48:00.002-04:00

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about yourself.

1. I rewrote the instructions - nobody tells me what to do and how to do it.

2. I believe that the only certainties in life are that ALL and EVERY statements are FALSE.

3. I am snarky.

4. I am deliberate.

5. I can be deliberatly snarky.

6. I was once nicknamed the "Happy missionary."

7. I like dichotomy, but detest duplicity.

8. I was once nicknamed "Sexual Chocolate."

9. I can spell Onomatapeia.

10. I grew up under the tutelage of this poem:

Do not walk before me I may not follow.
Do not walk behind me I may not lead the way.
Walk beside me, hand in hand each day

11. Tact is for those who do not understand the value of sarcasm.

12. I wanted to be a cartoonist when I was younger.

13. I do my own taxes - I'm toggling as I type this.

14. As referenced above I multitask frequently.

15. I prefer Pizza Hut to Dominoes or Papa Johns.

16. I read extremely fast, and voraciously.

17. I still hate multiplacation tables to this day. I associate bad breath with Mr. Tidlund my 7th grade teacher.

18. My favorite teacher commited suicide.

19. I believe there is virtue in playing the devils advocate.

20. Sleep is my favorite pastime. I have found Heaven on Earth and it has 1000 threadcount.

21. I am secretly pleased that the cat loves me more than anyone else.

22. I cannot fathom life without my husband - I would be debilitated.

23. I love how my ipod can jump from Britney Spears' "Phonograpy" to Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata."

24. I believe it is more important to be respected than loved.

25. There is no such thing as FREE. Somebody somewhere overpaid for it.

Welcome to Nirvana...

2009-04-05T18:40:00.005-04:00

with a tag line "enlightening your tastebuds." Cafe Nirvana opened two years ago and has quickly become one of our favorite hot spots. We dine out fairly often and always return to the impecable decor and culinary delights of this moderately priced jewel. Larry is fixated on the Chicken Vindaloo while I have tried Dum Aloo Banarasi -- potatotes stuffed with cheese, nuts, and raisins simmered in a lightly spiced sauce. I would also recommend the Navrathan Korma --a medley of nine vegetables in a a cream sauce. The true highlight of the meal is the Peshawari Nan an unleavened wheatbread stuffed with almonds and raisins perfect for dipping. Definately save a sliver of room for the Mango Kulfi a delicious homemade mango ice cream.

One more reason...

2009-03-29T21:19:00.003-04:00

After a particularly harrowing dining experience this weekend, I can say that I love my husband more and more each day. Upon a long unscheduled workday we decided to scrap the homemade dinner and go for a barbecue sandwhich (sans onions) from Wolfgang Puck Express. I eat there at least once a week for this gem of a sandwhich, it's been a favorite of mine for nearly two years now, coupled with the delicious rosemary fries. I heartily recommend the vegetarian Butternut Squash Soup as well. Lunch is really casual, and that was the original WP concept, but I don't dislike the more formal affair that dinner has become. What I dislike in any establishemnt is an incompetant waitperson who in our case was named Ryan. We were told of the wine specials by each of the staff members (all three of them) that we came in contact with before we were seated. Having declined our waitperson wrote us off as cheap. I hope that the two blondes who were the focus of his attention paid him for his services. Our meals sat on the ledge for 10 minutes before being delivered to our table, our glasses sat empty except for a few melting ice cubes, and I was timing our exit via cell phone, after 20 minutes of no contact, I call it a loss. Having myself worked in the service industry I understand that you may not neccessarily see the direct impact of running someone else's food, but as a consumer I don't care who delivers my food just get it from the kitchen to the table promtly. As much as I like WP Express we have had a few mistakes with them preparing orders as asked, so we always do a double check for the onios Larry and I both dislike. To our dismay they were present, as our server didn't come to check on us another nice employee did. When she asked, "How is Everything?" I said in all honesty that truly the service was horrible we had not had refills on our tea since we arrived, trust me its a southern thing. The order was late, and prepared incorrectly. She quickly offered to have them re prepared, which makes me leary for two reasons they will rush the order as you've already waited once and two I'm already at the mercy of the waitstaff before becoming public enemy #1. So I declined. Ryan never once apologized, he did immediately bring a pitcher to refill our drinks but this is not his particular fortay as they were never filled again, nor for that matter were the other two tables within our vicinity under his care. This does not include the two blondes whose proverbial cup runneth over. The highlight of the evening was when our pompous waiter asked Larry if everything was okay. Larry's response was priceless: "The food is good."

Everybody's got their something...

2009-03-18T23:34:00.005-04:00

I make no mystery of the fact that if it is shiny and reflective I more than likely want to own it - even if it similar but not identical to something I already possess. I could also make the same statement regarding designer status, rarity, and blue stripe shirts. To have and to hold (read fondle) forever always. But I confess that my true desire is in the seeking of the object not the moment of ownership. Perhaps the sense of comfort that familiarity breeds leads to contempt; the realization when you open your closet and see that every shirt is the same shade and you have nothing to wear. When you look in the mirror and see last nights meal of McDonald's cheeseburger and fries reconstituted and repositioned on your thighs. The realization that you are just like your mother - and your father. I realize that being human has its conditions -- we're not perfect. So we create beings that are supernatural, all knowing, omnipotent, omnipresent and short on two way communication.
I realize the freedom granted to the psyche when absolved of guilt. I understand the desire to seek virtue, with the exception of patience (seriously.) But I can't fathom the ineptitude required for submission. I'm sure that creatures such as vampires, fairies, and ghosts are located on the same spectrum as visions, angels, and God. Just as I'm sure that the Christian God, Almighty Allah, and Queen Mab are different versions of the shirts in my closet.Dear readers I'm sure the analogy of something as urbane as shirts in a closet to the myriad pantheon of gods which mortals place their faith is disturbing to some of you, and I do not seek your discomfort but the clarity of thought to step beyond your gut reflex. I'm asking you to act not react. I recently read an anecdote involving a young child in a religious setting who simply stated his opinion. "That Jesus is a fake." Much to the mortification of his parent(s) who may or may not rely on the adage out of the mouth of babes. I may be wrong in my summation; as children are saved in Christ within this particular belief structure, I would hope that the salvation of the child's soul was not a concern (see statement above regarding intelligence). So I am led to believe that the chagrin was based in the embarrassment felt by the parent(s) in a minefield of social judgment - because the child didn't mimic the predetermined homogeneous behaviour. If the child were mine I'd say (and believe)he was brilliant.
The media outlets are awash in the doomsday foretelling of Wallstreet, terrorism, and war. My prescription to change the planet: stop the indoctrination of children. Religion should be a choice of a rational mind. But its just an opinion.

Thanks to Ryan Williamson for the permission to post these photos.

Traditions.

2009-02-15T20:10:00.003-05:00

Our annual splurge is the delectable dinner at Global for Valentines Day. The seven course sensory extravaganza did not disappoint. From the arrival of the "Amuse Bouche" a cream of celery soup with a paper thin shred of fried celery, followed by the earthy and beatifully presented Escargots au vin rouge with Oyster mushrooms, resting on a puff pastry nest. Our third course was the organic spring mix tossed with applewood smoked bacon, pine nuts & Goat cheese. The heart of the meal was a choice between Duck "Aux Epices" which is the breast seared to perfection, rubbed with Mediterranean spices, Poached Pear "d’Anjou", paires with seasonal local vegetables & a drizzling of honey lemon Duck sauce or Maine Lobster baked, resting on wilted "Bordeaux" spinach, potato cake, & topped with vanilla "beurre blanc" sauce. To cleanse the palate a warmed Taleggio cheese coupled with grape salad & fig glaze which paved the arrival of the Grand Marnier Citrus Tort a ganache "a l’orange" & Citrus Mousse resting on a "Coulis Framboise" which was divine. The night cap was a Duo of "levre d’Amour" a White chocolate with passion fruit & Milk Chocolate with Grand Marnier. Which was complemented with a cup of coffee for Larry and a decaf cappucino for me.

Speaking of introductions...

2009-01-09T01:49:00.009-05:00

Le Husband and I spend an awful lot of time perusing bookstore shelves, well he spends a lot of time perusing shelves, you'll find me in the music section. Recently during our annual after Christmas sale excursion I overheard a song from the uber popular Twilight movie. And I'm hooked.

This is a stellar soundtrack with one exception. Robert Pattinson sings a song in the key of Tracy Chapman; mumbly, jumbly, and folksy. Hankering for some Freddy Mercury a la radiohead check out Muse© Warner Music UK Ltd // Photo credit: Perou

Join me for an after dinner drink?

2009-01-07T19:53:00.004-05:00

I'll admit that my introduction to this Liqeur was under less than stellar circumstances. The morning of our holiday open house I had yet to formalize the signature drink for the evening. I have often rubbed lemon peel over apples and pears to reduce the oxidization (browning) of the fruity flesh. I had a wonderfully decadent pear torte and a tasty yet simple Lemoncello loaf courtesy of jmarie fine cakes
Now my simple brain thought why not mix the two flavors? One must never forget that cooking is chemisty and that one of the ancient muses dealt in the epicurean realm. It was disaster. My frustration doubled as I added countless mixers to unite the competing flavors. The pear was a subtle first note quickly overpowered by the tart lemon. A little apple cider did the trick it fortified the pear and reduced the stringence of the citrus.
With the early arrival of twilight, this wonderful apertif is a shot of cheer and sunshine. I can think of no greater symbol to fight the winter duldrums -- and as a side benefit the 30% proof (by volume) is sure to help you sleep through the evening. My partner lovingly gave me a glass of this rather than the traditional shot of Nyquil my parents relied on to calm me Christmas Eve. Please have a wonderful and safe New Year. Drink responsibly or at least in your own home.

For the husband who has everything...

2008-12-25T04:07:00.004-05:00

Upon reaching that wonderful plateau where one needs little (wants are a separate matter) Le Husband and I have established that the commercial element of the holidays can only be combated with simplicity and sincerety. Marriage to a Librarian provides me an easy pass, thanks to amazon.com or exlibris. I on the otherhand make a game of great expectations. So imagine my surprise when I get to sleep in until noon, open presents, and enjoy the evening feast prepared during my slumber. The highlight:

Peachy Pork Chops

1 lb. pork chops

1 29-oz. can cling peach halves

1/4 cup brown sugar

3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1/4 teaspoon ground allspice

1 8-oz. can tomato sauce

1/4 cup white vinegar

Spray large nonstick skillet with cooking spray and heat over medium heat.

Place pork chops into the skillet and cook until brown on both sides. Drain well.

Drain peaches, reserving 1/4 cup syrup. Combine peaches, reserved syrup, brown sugar, cinnamon, allspice, tomato sauce, and vinegar in bowl and mix well. Spray inside of slow cooker with cooking spray. Place pork chops in slow cooker; pour peach mixture over top. Cover and cook on low heat for 4 to 6 hours.

And the winner is...

2008-12-14T19:20:00.006-05:00

Larry and I have an unspoken rivlary of sorts. We both dabble in entertaining and while it is not our profession I do think we are more than capable. We wrapped up the final loose ends from our annual holiday open house earlier today - the punchbowl and party plates are repackaged and returned to storage. The table linens are cleaned and pressed. Of course this was also when I opened the dryer and found the decorative handtowels for the guest bathroom - sorry sweet peas that you had to air dry! We're still finding crumbs in the most unlikely places - gingerbread in the bathroom!? I have checked all nooks, crannies, and potted plants for contraband -- you can always tell a good spread when the food is eaten not merely hidden. I'm also happy to state that I did not start the morning off with a hangover - our (deceptivly dangerous) Peartini was a hit - as was the non alcoholic Pomegranate Punch.
Peartini 2 oz Pear Martini mixer
1 oz Greygoose Vanilla Vodka
1 oz Apple Juice
1 oz Pear Nectar
Splash of simple syrup

Pomegranate Punch
1 1/2 Quart Pom Wonderful Blueberry
1 Pint Raspberry Sherbet
1 Pint Frozen Raspberries
1 Liter Seagrams Cherry Gingerale
1 Can Frozen Raspberry Lemonade Concentrate

Home for the Holidays

2008-12-04T01:23:00.004-05:00

Ingredients

6 3/4 cups all purpose flour
4 1/2 teaspoons ground ginger
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
3/4 teaspoon ground cardamom
1 1/2 cups solid vegetable shortening
1 1/2 cups sugar
3 large eggs
3/4 cup dark molasses
1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda

Miscellaneous:
kitchen parchment approximately 10 yards (sold at cookware stores and at some supermarkets)
1 1/2-inch round cookie cutter for roof tiles
Assorted cookie cutters (such as Christmas tree, gingerbread man, and star)
6 cardboard sheets (about 15 X 15 inches)
Waxed paper

Preparation:
Sift flour, ginger, cinnamon, baking soda, salt and cardamom into medium bowl. Using electric mixer, beat shortening in large bowl until fluffy. Add sugar and beat to blend. Beat in eggs 1 at a time. Add molasses and beat on high until well blended. Add dry ingredients in increments, beating at low speed until dough forms. Divide dough into 6 equal pieces. Flatten each piece into rectangle. Wrap each in plastic and refrigerate until firm enough to roll, at least 6 hours. I recommend making it one day ahead. (Remember to keep the dough refrigerated.)

Rolling, Cutting and Baking:
Each of the six pieces of dough will be used for one of the large sections of the house (the two side walls, the front and the back walls, and the two roof sections). The scraps will be rerolled to make the roof tiles, trees, stars, figures and other cookies for nibbling.

Make templates:
On one cardboard sheet, draw 14-inch round and cut out, making base for house. On another cardboard sheet, draw one 7- X 10-inch rectangle and cut out. Outline rectangle 3 more times on cardboard sheets and cut out, making 4 foundation rectangles. Draw one 6- X 9-inch rectangle on cardboard sheet and cut out, making roof template. Draw one 7- X 4-inch rectangle on cardboard sheet and cut out, making side wall template. Cut out 2 (1 1/2-inch) squares for windows.

To make the template for the front and back of the house, draw a 4- X 5-inch rectangle on cardboard sheet, then use the 5-inch side of the rectangle as the base for a triangle with the opposite angle 4 inches away from base. To make a door, cut a 1 1/2- X 2 3/4-inch rectangle in the center of the opposite 5-inch side of rectangle.

Preheat oven to 350°F.

Roll out 1 dough piece (keep remaining dough refrigerated) between two 15-inch-long sheets of parchment to scant 1/4-inch rectangle, turning over dough and parchment occasionally. If parchment wrinkles, peel off, smooth wrinkle and reposition parchment over dough; continue to roll out dough to required thickness.

Roof:
To make roof, place cardboard roof template atop parchment. Using small sharp knife, cut around template through top sheet of parchment to make 6x9-inch rectangle. Peel top parchment off dough.

Pull away excess dough from around the rectangle. Slide dough rectangle on its bottom parchment onto heavy large baking sheet. Gather dough scraps; wrap in plastic and refrigerate.

Bake rectangle until dry looking, firm to touch in center and just beginning to darken around edges, about 13 minutes. Slide parchment with rectangle onto rack and cool completely. Rinse baking sheet under cold water to cool; wipe dry.

Walls:
Repeat rolling, cutting and baking of each remaining 5 large dough pieces, 1 piece at a time, to make second roof section, 2 side walls, front wall and back wall (cut out windows on side walls and door on front wall but not door on back wall). Gather and refrigerate dough scraps for use later and rinse baking sheet to cool each time.

Roof tiles:
Roll out some of reserved dough scraps between sheets of parchment to 1/8-inch thickness. Peel off top parchment. Using floured 1 1/2-inch round cookie cutter, cut out rounds for roof tiles. Using small knife as aid, cut and pull away dough from between rounds.

Slide parchment with cookie rounds onto cooled baking sheet. Bake cookies until dry looking and firm to touch, about 9 minutes. Slide parchment with cookies onto rack and cool cookies. Working in batches, repeat with more reserved dough to roll, cut and bake a total of 50 round cookies, gathering, wrapping and chilling any dough scraps each time.

Door and other cutouts:
Roll out some of reserved dough between sheets of parchment to 1/8-inch thickness. Cut out 2 1/2x1 1/2-inch rectangle for front door. Using floured cookie cutters, cut out several stars, gingerbread figures, Christmas trees and other decorative shapes as desired. Using small knife as aid, pull or cut away dough from around door and between shapes. Slide parchment with cookies onto cooled baking sheet. Bake cookies until dry looking and firm to touch, about 9 minutes. Slide parchment with cookies onto rack and cool cookies completely. Remove all baked gingerbread from parchment. (cooked gingerbread can be prepared 2 days ahead. Store airtight at room temperature.)

Icing:
You will prepare this recipe twice: once for assembling the gingerbread house, and again for decorating it.

4 large egg whites

7 to 7 1/2 cups powdered white sugar

Using electric mixer, beat egg whites in medium bowl until very foamy, about 1 minute. Add 1/2 cup powdered sugar. Beat until well blended. Add remaining cups sugar, 1/2 cup at a time, beating until well blended after each addition and scraping down sides of bowl occasionally.

Beat icing at high speed until very thick and stiff, about 5 minutes. (Second batch of icing will be made later.)

Assembly of Foundation and Walls
2 pastry bags
1 1/4- to 3/8-inch diameter plain round pastry tip

Foundation:
Place 14-inch round cardboard base on work surface. Spoon some icing into pastry bag fitted with 1/4- to 3/8-inch diameter tip; cover icing in bowl tightly to prevent drying. Pipe a small dab of icing in center of round. Place one 7x10-inch cardboard foundation rectangle on icing; press to adhere.

Pipe small mound of icing in center of rectangle. Place second 7x10-inch cardboard rectangle over; press to adhere. Repeat with more icing and remaining two 7x10-inch rectangles, forming the foundation for house in center of round cardboard base.

Walls:
Pipe thick line of icing on bottom edge of 1 side wall. Stand wall on cardboard foundation, icing side down, 1 inch in from and parallel to one long side and 2 inches in from one short side; hold for 5 minutes.

Pipe thick line of icing onto front edge of wall. Press back edge of front wall (with door cutout) into icing on front edge of side wall. Hold pieces together for 5 minutes.

Pipe thick line of icing on bottom edge and up front edge of second side wall. Press icing on front edge of side wall into the back edge of front wall, positioning wall parallel to first side wall. Hold for 5 minutes.

Pipe line of icing up back edge of each side wall. Press edges of back wall (without door) into icing, forming the back of the house. Hold 5 minutes to set.

Pipe lines of icing inside house at 4 intersections of walls, along the base and on outside at all vertical joints to reinforce.

Pipe a thick line of icing along 1 long edge of front-door cookie. Attach cookie to left side of door opening in front wall, creating an opened front door.

Pipe any icing left in pastry bag back into bowl of icing. Cover tightly; store at room temperature to use for decorating later. Let house stand until icing is completely dry and very hard — about 12 hours.

Assembly of Roof and Tiles:
1 1/8-inch diameter plain round pastry tip 1 1/4- to 3/8-inch diameter plain round pastry tip 2 pastry bags

Prepare a second batch of icing.

Beat in any remaining icing from the first batch. Spoon 1 cup icing into pastry bag fitted with 1/8-inch diameter tip. Outline windows and front door decoratively. Pipe decorations on front and back walls.

Roof:
Spoon icing into a new pastry bag fitted with 1/4- to 3/8-inch diameter plain tip. Pipe thick line of icing down 1 diagonal edge of front wall; continue piping icing along top edge of adjoining side wall and up diagonal edge of back wall.

Press 1 roof rectangle into icing, positioning so that top edge aligns with tops of front and back walls and lower edge overhangs side wall by about 1 1/4 inches. Hold in position for 5 minutes to set.

Pipe additional lines of icing along roof joints inside house to reinforce.

Pipe thick line of icing down second diagonal edge of front wall; continue piping icing along top edge of adjoining side wall and up diagonal edge of back wall. Press second roof rectangle into icing, positioning so that top edge aligns with edge of first roof rectangle and lower edge overhangs side wall by about 1 1/4 inches. Hold in position for 5 minutes to set.

Let house stand until icing hardens, at least 3 hours.

Cover bowl of icing and let stand at room temperature.

Tiles:
Spoon more icing into pastry bag fitted with 1/4- to 3/8-inch diameter plain tip. Pipe small mound of icing in center of underside of 1 round cookie. Align cookie edges flush with one bottom corner of roof; press to adhere. Repeat with about 5 more cookies to form bottom row of roof tiles, cutting end cookie to align with edge of roof.

Pipe generous mound of icing on upper half of underside of 1 round cookie. Position cookie halfway between 2 first row cookies and overlapping them by about 3/4-inch. Press icing portion gently onto roof. Repeat with more cookies to form second row; cutting cookies to fit at each end.

Repeat with more cookies to cover first side of roof. Attach cookies in same way on second roof rectangle.

Using first pastry bag fitted with 1/8-inch-diameter tip, outline the bottom halves and cut edges of roof tiles with icing.

Decorations:

Spoon icing into pastry bag fitted with 1/4- to 3/8-inch-diameter tip. Pipe 1 or more thick lines of frosting between roof sections at top of house, filling opening completely. Gently press cut side of candies in row into icing.

Pipe 1 thick vertical line of icing at each corner of house.

Pipe small rounds of icing onto both sides of door for doorknobs and in center of each roof tile. Press cinnamon imperials into each round of icing.

Using pastry bag fitted with 1/8-inch-diameter tip, pipe small mound of icing onto edge of roof.

Slowly pull bag downward while squeezing out icing so that about 3/4- to 1-inch section of icing hangs freely. Pull bag away, leaving "icicle" hanging. Repeat at 1/4-inch intervals around roof edge. Pipe decorative line of icing along front and back eaves of roof sections.

Outline and decorate gingerbread figures, trees, stars and other cookies. (Icing may be colored, if desired.) Using back of spoon or flexible spatula, spread icing around base of house and on cardboard base, creating "snow-covered" landscape.

Press chocolate nonpareils into icing, making path to front door. Stand decorated cookies in icing.

notes:• If concerned about salmonella, use egg white poweder instead of egg whites.
• For best results, bake gingerbread on very flat baking sheets.
• Let gingerbread cool and stiffen on baking sheet before transferring to rack to cool completely.

Somebody spank me...

2008-12-02T22:16:00.005-05:00

I couldn't let the arrival of the newest Britney Spears Album go ignored. While I am no fan of the first single, and the horrendous video (props to the stylist, demerits to the director and storyboard artist.) As is normally the case its what remains unsaid that holds the story. Listen to Phonography for a titillation of innuendo.

Maybe it starts in the terrible twos--

2008-11-29T23:14:00.002-05:00

the why, why, why of it all. Self-awareness is the basis of what makes us mortal, fallible, and real. Each of us wants to be exceptional, but what defines us as a species is our compulsion to delude ourselves into believing that each of us is unique, different and, in some sense, immortal – while the human race inexorably arranges its own extinction. That desire to better oneself, to attain perfection, or even measure oneself against a whole. I'll admit that the human mind fascinate me. We have an amazing ability to remember, label, and classify object, experiences and even thoughts. Beauty is an ideal for some, myself included. I am mesmerized by the play of light across a body of water. Fountains offer countless hours of distraction as do flames lapping at a hearth in winter. Serene in the stillness, a respite from a hectic world or a return to nature and the simple knowledge that the elements consume constantly. Seasons come and go; first stark and barren fields are worked and toiled, graced by water, sun, and seed. But risk and dangers are continual; an early (or late) frost, insect infestation, or drought can wreak havoc. In that vein artists across the generations have attempted to capture images of bountiful harvest and irrepressible fertility, to counter barren winter months and dispel dark winter thoughts. These attempts may be the nearest to immortality we may come. I adhere to the adage that we came into the world with nothing and we leave with nothing. While life should not be a solitary thing; self expression--the ability to share our viewpoint, thoughts, feelings, and reactions--stands at the core of art. Artists have a variety of visual outlets; painting, sculpture, drawing, and photography. Others paint with words through poetry. It is in these acts of creation that we are nearest the concept of a god, acting as he has acted arranging matter for the edification and good of man. Some escape to completely fantastical worlds, and while I appreciate the work of Salvador Dali, I don't respond to it as I do the Dutch masters, or the geniuses of the Renaissance. Whose artistic representations are merely imitations of known objects. I agree with Leo Tolstoy; art is not meant for purely individual expression but should be employed to lay open what is universal in man. Art also provides a history of the intellect of mankind - allowing glimpses into our collective development as a species, and of our shortcomings from age to age. Life is filled with choices. The struggle to achieve what is right through our choices has two aspects: the rights of the individual or human rights in general stand on one side, while the abstract concept of righteousness lies on the other, transcending individual or collective interests, occupying a pinnacle of rectitude indifferent to consequence or collective utility. Which are we to choose as we calibrate our moral compass? A belief can turn into something larger, a truth – something which is unquestioned and unalterable and which affects every man, woman, and child. What makes something right or wrong for that matter? Is it a government decree, a theological pronouncement, a prevailing opinion, either in the majority or the minority? Which of these do we serve and which do we ignore? Each person born on this earth is allowed the capacity to explore, to learn, and to experience. And with each birth, growth and development, a slightly different moral universe is created, as cognition is shaped by varied attitudes and emotions, virtues and vices. But the basis of my life is this: I will try to learn and grow each day by experiencing new and exciting things along with routine necessities that my body must have. I must sleep, I must eat, and I must drink. These are staples of my existence. But I can elevate these experiences by actively seeking to open myself to a variety of influences. Remaining objective is more complicated than it appears. The effort is aided by opening the consciousness to a wide array of influences and allowing no opinion to grow so exalted as to become impervious to objective reality and reason. Having an opinion is necessary in so many aspects of life; in fact, society almost requires it of us (as witness the incessant polling of the last election cycle and the inadmissibility of “undecided” as a response). While opinion is an inalienable right, one should try to build an educated position that resonates with reason and experience, rather than recite a derivative mantra which satisfies only the need to identify with some larger collective or to be accepted and loved on the basis of conformity. Worse still is ignorance. Society allows us great privileges. Many people sacrificed blood, sweat and tears, or life itself for freedom of thought and expression. It is quite easy to squander that birthright in exchange for the pottage of social approval. Any achievement requires some type of sacrifice, whether it is paid in labor, in loss or in alienation. Nothing worthwhile is ever achieved without a venture of social capital.
The metaphor of life as a footrace is fitting, since it implies a definite beginning and end with some fixed distance stretching between. But it breaks down when we consider the competitive aspect. One’s race is not against another; it is only measured against the self. We grow each day as new experiences present themselves to us in choice and action. Knowledge, much like freedom, can be damning; we have the rope in hand and can either hang ourselves with it or build a bridge to a better future. I have been taught right from wrong, and have made decisions to the best of my ability. Wisdom is the facility to apply the understanding that one has reaped from the field of experience for the betterment of self and society. The power and freedom of agency is, in short, an amazing gift. But the consequences measured in the long term could bring either a blessing or a curse quite beyond our control; they are not subject to our choice. I believe that similar to Newton’s laws of action and reaction, once an action is set into motion it must complete its course along pathways ordained by the power of current circumstance. Each chain of events has its own internal logic and, combined with many other individual choices, it balloons into a larger dynamic of action and consequence that the individual can scarcely anticipate; if he cannot anticipate it, it follows that he cannot hold himself accountable for it. The question of good or evil in this scenario becomes a moot point. The individual can only affect good or evil through his actions in so far as he can anticipate their ends. Intention alone is the essence of morality or immorality, just as Kant held. There are few simple truths in life: only that never and always statements are false. And that taxes and death are inevitable.

2008-11-13T01:01:00.003-05:00

When its love...

2008-11-09T21:47:00.006-05:00

I'm going to step on a slippery slope with a sharp precipice so be warned. I consider my relationships my magnus opus. Immortality for me is not living forever in a literal sense, but living in the memory forever. So it was with with much proding that I finally created a facebook page. I need one more excuse to procrastinate like I need another pair of shoes. I know that material objects can only offer a shadow of the daily affirmation and unwaranted feelings of inclusion required for a healthy relationship. This pair (available in black or blue) by PRADA is on my current lust list. I think lust, desire, and envy have their place in the world as all emotions do. But I heartily follow the advice of Plato in the bridling of our passions. And I admit I get really angry when I see certain behaviours. I know that men are visual creatures, and quite easy to arouse. But I in no way condone the behaviour of Cruising. I have some very good friends a few years older, and I hope that my relationship doesn't dock in the same harbor. To finish the starting sentiment: you don't keep looking. You stop looking for the next best thing, the newer model, the replacement.
In the spirit of change that is sweeping the nation-may I make a request. That we move beyond the superficial. Whether it be the senseless display of wealth, the wasted effort in chasing youth, or the time lost to regret. Let us bury the "Sex and the City" philosophy that embodied this era, and stand for something other than designer apathy. In that vein I look to my loafers lovingly. They have served me well and will continue to do so. Just as comfortable are my favorite jeans, and my partner. In a world where we have seen better days, I am grateful for the solace that he provides. I recently had the pleasure to attend his 20 year High School reunion. My fifteen is next year. It stirred up a lot of emotions and insecurities that we all hope to move beyond. But something about returning to the past - the years of adolescent self centered awkwardness, still lingers. A sense of judgement, a sense of placement, but lacking the sense of overcoming obstacles long since encountered. While our culture is competitive - it runs amok. With the changing tide in America lets let our national identity mature as well; let's bridle this senseless spirit of competition.

Twas brillig

2008-10-03T00:35:00.002-04:00

and the night was Glub. THe Hallowed Holiday falls upon a Friday this year. (Plan on a greeting the witching hour - its going to be busy with revelers of all ages.)
With the collapse and decline on Wallstreet true terror might be hitting Americans this year. As dark and depressing as that is, I find it all the more reason to celebrate. You see in times of trouble, traditions take on a greater role as they provide stability and a chance to temporarily suspend the stress and turmoil of the daily grind. Holidays are special occasions not because they are expensive, or require ridiculous amounts of energy. They are the milestones of time and youth passing. They are times to commiserate and celebrate.

Its in the details...

2008-09-16T03:29:00.005-04:00

Creating a luxurious atmosphere in ones home can seem like a daunting task, not to mention expensive. So to alleviate some of the stress and the cost I'll share a few hints.

First find the inspiration - it can be a great new painting, a new patterned rug, a shiver from the cooler night temperatures, or a vignette from a shopping trip or your latest copy of DECOR. Keep you eye focused on the goal.

Entire houses can seem overwhelming focus on a room at a time for a specified block of time. Set specific goals. I will spend today shopping for the Master bath I need to find towels, a shower curtain, and a bathmat. Rome nor Versailles were built in a day.

Realize that there is no race or finish line - you have all the time in the world to make the neccesary decisions. Can't find the color your searching for - no worries. Don't feel pressured to buy anything that you don't think will work - no matter how cute or convincing the sales clerk is. You may have to live with the purchase forever. (It is always good to double check return policies before purchasing especially for customization, special order, or scratch and dent and always get it in writing.)

Third is constant vigilance - its a bit extreme sounding but I keep pictures of my rooms in my cell phone, while I'm out shopping if I think something might fit I refer to the photo to see if it is needed. I have saved hundreds in time, money, and travel. I mistakenly kept thinking I needed rocks glasses for the the fine china for most of 2007 - when I needed water goblets. (Sorry Sarah at NM.)

Spend the money on the neccesities - Threadcount is not a random numbering system intended to confuse you. It is based on the number of threads per inch. The higher the number the finer the linen. Personally I like 1000 count. I often ignore name brands for tableware, drapery, and accesories. But I do believe you get what you pay for in regards to sheets and towels. These items are used everyday so buy multiples. I have a summer supply and a winter supply. Two complete sets for each season this alleviates any lag time when one is being washed or mended the room is not in disrepair.

Fashion items like a coverlet, duvet, or bedspread are easily changed to reflect trend, mood, or change in temperature. An immediate way to add class and sophistication is through layering. While I will buy a matching bedspread/bedskirt I don't believe in the bed in a bag philosophy. It looks as cheap and tawdry as it sounds. Spend the time finding coordinating throws, pillows, and shams.
See.

Be true to yourself - I have a few idiosycracies. I only use white towels and white sheets. I admit it is based in the practical rather than aestetic tastes. White linen and bleach make cleanliness a virtue. Incorporate such behavior into your design philosophy. It is easier to accept these behaviours than jump through hoops to deter them.

Seeking singularity in a social setting?

2008-09-11T21:17:00.001-04:00

In the stage version of Les Miserables, the complicated question “Who am I” is embodied in the character Jean Valjean, and echoes the refrain begun by Renee Descartes. Are we, as individuals, simply defined by our actions or thoughts? Can we be summarized by names and labels? Or is our identity solidified by our position in society (i.e. our relationships relative to others)? The Valjean character was once a thief, who creates a new persona and later becomes Mayor. But as a prisoner he was labeled with a number #24601—as if less than human. This compelling drama remains relevant in modern western culture, as our drive for independence is tempered by our need to belong. We seek to belong to groups with elite membership, whether that drive is manifest in the literature we read, the clothing we wear, the assets we accumulate, or the beliefs and value structures we espouse. In each of these endeavors, one thing remains constant – the drive for achievement, and the desire to demarcate have from have not. Hegel correctly adduced that a master and servant relationship is the undercurrent of the human psyche. The lecture emphasizes the irony of minorities seeking to be accepted by the majority while, at the same time, losing their traditions in the quest to assimilate. Perhaps this too is a manifestation of the parable of Plato’s cave – it is difficult to leave ones comfort zone and pre-existing frame of reference in the search for truth – and if the personal pursuit of knowledge is man’s divine quest, who is authorized to judge anyone by the speed at which he/she acquires knowledge? Does not each set his own pace according to his individual vision, emotional/intellectual assets, and experience? Is it possible that our modern secularist, materialistic and empiricist Western frame of reference constitutes a kind of prison, in itself, which makes us haughty, culturally insensitive, and unappreciative of those points of view we consider superstitious, simplistic or oppressive? It is very difficult to imagine life outside of our own particular cave and so easy to judge those whose histories and conditions are so different from our own (though they may be dwelling in a neighboring cave). And what we imagine to be higher order thinking (a glimpse of the light beyond) may only be a rarified, abstract version of quite ordinary values arising out of our own cultural and historical experience. True enlightenment must be something entirely other from ordinary human experience and quite beyond the reach of most, if not all of us.

More Guilty Pleasure...

2008-09-04T22:23:00.003-04:00

Leave it to a wonderfully campy and poorly acted melodrama to quench my unsated desire for beautiful people in overly complicated situations. I'll admit I don't enjoy watching the PBS stations or the National Geographic specials near as much as I love the vapid contrived oueve of America's consumer culture as exemplified by adults acting like children acting like little adults. Art imitating life imitating art? But the two hour series premiere was enjoyable, or perhaps I'm mistaking the joy of seeing Brenda and Kelly reuniting after 10 years. All high school reunions should be this fun(ny).

In search of Wisdom...

2008-08-25T00:24:00.000-04:00

What I appreciate in Plato’s writings is that he insists that we escape the shackles of our individual assumptions and the perils of received wisdom and groupthink. The restless spirit of inquiry arising from the Greek humanists is the bedrock of western thought and the source of all scientific progress. Philosophy flourishes in an arena where insistent questioning places us in the uncomfortable position where no true and absolute answer exists. There is a distinction to be made between natural philosophy and religion, however, which the text omits to point out. While philosophy and theology both presume to answer the essential questions of human existence, philosophy promotes no fallacy of absolute truth. It does not claim to have the answer from some divine and inviolable source. In fact, the interposition of the supernatural diktat forestalls all contradiction or conversation and thereby, shuts down philosophical inquiry or at least, limits it to certain impassible frontiers. Another factor that can lead to confusion is that many terms are used in both philosophical and religious discourse, and yet refer to quite distinct, or merely analogous, concepts—as in “virtue,” “goodness,” “right” and their counterparts. Religious systems of thought (at least, those into which we are born) tend to reinforce our native assumptions and reassure us about the adequacy of a received world-view. But Plato teaches that philosophy inherently disquiets the mind—creates dissonance, outrage, disjunction—before its benefits can be enjoyed. We want to be the individual who acquires knowledge, but our actions, when actually confronted with a revolutionary worldview, prove what type of individual we are. Do we fight against knowledge that is new (gene modification, cloning)? Imagine for a moment that we lived in the time of Jesus, those of us who are Christian. How would we have reacted to his revolutionary teachings? While it inflates the ego to think that I would not stone him, the Gospels tell us that people voted to release a common thief in his stead. When the civil rights movement was reaching a fever pitch, Martin Luther King was killed. Recently, in Pakistan, Benazir Bhutto was assassinated for her beliefs. Human nature is wildly protective and irrational when cornered. When we cast a vote in November, will we base or decision based upon something shallow like the color of a candidate’s skin? Nearly as deeply rooted are ones political beliefs. I’ve often heard people make comments such as “If Hillary wins, I’ll leave the country.” But what do these candidates stand for? Where do you find their positions? What are your sources; are they reliable? When you watch the nightly news, is it to confirm your opinions or to seek objective information?

For Shame!

2008-08-21T01:23:00.002-04:00

For those of you who know my sick and wicked sense of humor, you lucky pretties, I have upped the ante. Online courses started on Monday and semester after semester the criterial introductions are in order. (Some one in the Blackbooard community take note - it gets tedious to create a new "home page" for every class every semester. I was nice the first time, and probably the second time as well, but by the third and fourth time you have captured my ire. So when someone asks what my favorite website address is amid 40 males who claim that ESPN.COM or CNN are their absolute favorite I will call your bluff. I included links to adult networks - I'm sure the Philosphy Professor will love this. It is coincidentally one tangent of a very shallow form of beauty (and possibly happiness - momentary bliss)

There I was all calm and cozy...

2008-07-25T02:16:00.004-04:00

There are a few sounds that will wake anyone from a calm sleep. I rue any late night phone call. They always portend bad news. No less startling though is the sound of wretching. I had just laid down to go to sleep when my cat enters the room and pukes all over the bedspread. Granted this was a few hours ago. I'm still doing laundry and planning how to sneak a trip to a dry cleaners for the oversized spread and bedskirt. Why would I post something so disgusting you may wonder dear readers? Just to show that no life is perfect. Perfection is in the minor details like making sure that the cat is feeling better and lining his new bed with blankets and towels that are easier to clean. Not in reveling in self pity or woe. I save that for sick animals.

Sacre Bleu

2008-07-24T04:24:00.002-04:00

My thirtysecond birthday draws nigh. I tend to be a bit difficult this time of year as I do a mini inventory of lifes goals and re assess. Not that I am ungrateful for the many blessings I enjoy -- quite the contrary. But drive and determination is a two edged sword. When you reach a goal you set another. Not that I don't relish small victories, but I'm also well aware that one is only as good as the last outcome and in American life turnabout is fair play. Just watch the ever changing stock market. I'm also keenly aware that youth has passed - adulthood has arrived. And as I'm not getting any younger I'm going to make a few vows for the next year.

A journey home: my fifteen year reunion as well as to see the family -- I have many new neices and nephews I have yet to see face to face.

To write letters, poems, blogs, and a short story or two.

To take pictures! I always forget this part - you know what they say about good intentions.

I need to be more generous as well - I think avarice is creeping in and I can think of no better cure.

Isn't it ironic...

2008-07-22T00:59:00.003-04:00

I love this woman. I would lay flower petals beneath her feet, playfully dangle grapes while reclined on a divan, or if desired wave one of those frilly feather fans. Love in the platonic/appreciative/understanding version a gay man could love a member of the fairer sex. If only that would be enough to satiate any singular person. Which is why I want to thank Alanis for giving me the better end of the deal. I'm sure such sychophantic behaviour isn't want she is searching for in her quest for love. But the heartache and wisdom she has gleened from her relationships is beautiful music to my ears. I love Versions of Violence from her most recent album Flavors of Entanglement. Rinse and Repeat.

Identity Theft...

2008-07-02T00:40:00.002-04:00

I find it supercilious that Henrietta Goodman has any internal dilemma regarding the use of life experiences of any acquaintances when she has no quandary stealing characters with elaborate histories. The appropriation of Penelope, Botticelli’s Venus, and Gretel are not completely appropriate – in Gretel’s case she refutes the incestuous insinuations by insisting that Hansel was not a literal brother figure. It does not relegate the fact that it exists, the use of a character with an established story means that you accept in some degree the themes, and symbolism encompassed by the character. Perhaps a less solecistical selection would have been little red riding hood, or Mary from the Secret Garden. I do understand, and sympathize, the deficit of strong female characters in the dogmatic world of Christianity. While a myriad of possibilities are available in myth and fairy tale they lack the credentials and solidity needed to be catapulted from the sphere of morality tale. As for Penelope who is known for her virtue in her husband’s absence – the poem “Penelope at the Wheel” might have been more relevant if it was Helen of Troy. I do not object to the use of characters created by other artists, or even based in legend, or folklore. I quite enjoyed the works of Margaret Atwood writing from Penelope’s view “The Penelopiad”, or The works of Gregory Maguire who has taken the ugly stepsister from Cinderella, the Wicked Witch of the West, and most impressively tied Lucretia Borgia to the Legend of Snow White.
More odiferous to my taste is the hijack of academia by the spirit of feminism; leading to the publication and praise of second rate works, such as Take What You Want. While I do believe in equal freedom for the sexes, I do not pardon the sin of adultery with the same impartial candor as a one night stand or a sexual awakening. For one who touts diligence as the main trait needed to be a successful poet, deserting her husband critically wounds her stamina. The Catholic critic, whom she honored with a poem rebuttal, was correct in his assessment of Ms. Goodman. I can easily see the comparison to Sylvia Plath a widely recognized name within the confessional poetry genre. Ms. Plath based her works on unpleasant and painful circumstances like suicide and miscarriage. Ms. Goodman’s confessions are an attempt at absolution for her guilt; they also echo her feelings of unimportance and peccability. Her belief that putting it in writing may add weight to her otherwise bleak life. The sexual overtones are indicative of repression, while her fixation on cultural correctness is liberating, her art is an attempt to defy the current social conventions that she finds so binding.
While I do find her use of words inspired in creating imagery, her general gist is that of a pseudo-intellectual wanting to appear as more than a failed songwriter, with a failed marriage, and the burdens of single parenthood. Rendered in print, with her fear of sexual fulfillment, Ms. Goodman reads as an immature adolescent rather than a seasoned voice of reason. Her ideas are unoriginal and heavily influenced by her college syllabus, and frankly been handled more adeptly by Louise Gluck, Sylvia Plath, and Emily Dickinson.

What to do...

2008-06-27T15:49:00.003-04:00

With so much going on I'm resorting to the old standby of list making. There is something very cleansing and rewarding about the entire process. But neccesity has also made me prioritize my to do list as well. So this perpetual undertaking is making me wonder why I attempt things that may never be. For example I started cleaning the kitchen cabinets in preparation for a new coat of paint - but then I had to clean all the collectibles as I removed them. So one project became two. This was Tuesday. The plates/dishes/candleholders/crystal have overtaken the dining room - a room I hardly ever use but admire on a daily basis - I could fill a whole digression there. The real kicker is that I can't find a paint color I like. Odd I know. The new countertops look beautimus, the new sink sparkles, and I have serious crush on my faucet. Is it wrong to love an inanimate object? But color is crucial it is the backbone of a room. Everything else is judged against the wall color. Any sense of drama or harmony is hinged on this crucial decision. I'm sure to post pictures soon, but please don't hold your breath this one may take a few more days. BTW the new Benjamin Moore samples great idea.

Priorities...

2008-06-24T01:43:00.003-04:00

I don't remember summer being busy as a child. In fact it was the antithesis. I fantasize about the lack of responsibility, the long vacation, watching gameshows, and sleeping late. Remind me why I rushed to grow up. While I am very grateful for the freedom's that come with a career -- I'm also noticing the teethers that bind. One cannot walk away from a mortgage with the ease one can trade apartments. Responsibility seems to be ever increasing, usually in relationship to my keychain.

Contradictions.

2008-06-14T19:56:00.002-04:00

Earlier this week I emailed many of you to exchange recipes - and some of the feedback was immediate. I'm noticing a trend. The women have been more than accomodating, the men, well, disappointing. I've heard more, "I don't cook." excuses than I can stomach. In a day and age when sharing the home has also meant sharing the burdens that come with it. Which leads me to think that some are to lazy/ignorant to learn: your loss. That some are very wealthy, and can afford to have their meals catered or prepared: I want your job. That stereotypical affirmations of gender are still hauntingly accurate: False.

By any other name would smell as sweet...

2008-06-13T23:01:00.005-04:00

Summer is officailly around the corner. I love this time of the year when the evening breeze carries the sachirine smell of the Gardenia into the house from the open windows. The temps have been a little higher than usual, we broke 102 on Tuesday. So it's definately time for shorts. My current faves are the Aviator Cargo Shorts from EXPRESS

Of course having them in white is my ideal, it also coordinates the collar of this wonderful graphic tee. I'll also second the choice of Flip Flops. But only if there is a pool/tanning session in the works. They earn an 'A' for convenience but do your feet a favor and use sparingly.

Grrrr.

2008-06-04T23:26:00.004-04:00

It must be a deep rooted attachment from my missionary days but I love getting the mail. Except today -- I got a solitary catalogue. While it would be good for a joke as I'm whole-heartedly gay. I'm more offended by the wasted ink and paper. And the thought that someone somewhere I shop sold my information! The nerve.

Quite the conundrum...

2008-06-02T21:11:00.003-04:00

So I have a few options on the table and those of you who know me know that choices aren't really my forte. I often let life sort itself out. The problem with this in the past is that I usually gripe about the outcome. How does one know what one wants till one has it? I'll also remind my dearest readers that patience is not a virtue I possess. I've been preparing the house for a move so that I could be closer to le boyfriend, and return to school full time. This is very important I hate being away from him-although we do spend weekends together and it has given him some bonding time with his father, who is ageing. I think that in the future Larry will not regret the opportunity to be with his Dad. My career has a promising lead that requires me to stay in Charlotte. I'll be able to continue my education in the evenings come fall. I have to admit that I follow Suze Orman's lessons regarding money. People First, then money, then things. And by that equation moving is most important, and the "correct" thing to do.

Word of the Day

2008-05-31T06:33:00.002-04:00

Floridiots - as I thought North Carolina Drivers were particular atrocious upon moving here, the influx of Florida plates has given way to my newest word.

Step One...

2008-05-22T23:19:00.003-04:00

In preparation for the move I've begun a few minor remodeling projects--new flooring for the bathrooms and granite countertops. It has taken me months to settle on Absolute black pictured here. My sypathies to the designers at Home Depot for their patience as well as their poise. I cancelled my order after finding the exact same stone (by Bellini) for half the price. Due to the cost difference they could not honor the 10% competitor price promise. But with savings of $2500.00 that's not a complaint.

I've also begun selling off unneccessary items, the unused weight set for example. I've also begun sorting out the closets and bookshelves. While this is not my first move, there is a distinction to be made for those moving from an apartment. You tend to fill space with items and I have done more than my fair share. My partner has three rooms in the house I have the other eight.

New opportunities await!

2008-05-15T22:20:00.003-04:00

It's official I've decided that living solo is no ballpark so I'll be moving to Greensboro very soon. By soon I mean as soon as the house sells. BUt in order for that to happen the real estate agent gave a few pointers. Paint, Paint, and Paint. Add granite countertops, and tile the master bath. So I will be a busy little beaver. I'll admit that this is both exciting and scary. I have accumulated so much stuff in the last several years. My spider senses tell me I'll be hosting a moving sale shortly.

Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

2008-04-29T23:34:00.000-04:00

Early civilizations must have watched with wonder the change of seasons, erratic weather patterns, and churning skies filled with constellations. Just as enigmatic, the seas encompassed the horizon and threatened to engulf terra firma. Modern emphasis on logic, empiricism and practical applications are rooted in the same quest for orderliness and rational understanding that impels less quantifiable fields of study like psychology, history, philosophy, or sociology. The scrutiny of the our ancestors increased our collective understanding of physical, natural, and mathematical sciences. From our neoteric perch it is difficult to recapture the mentality of an earlier era, in which man seemed at the mercy of his surroundings. Meteorology gives man an opportunity to anticipate and prepare for approaching weather systems, just as seismology and vulcanology ameliorate fear of the terrifying Titans of the nether world. With the aid of innovative technological advances man cannot control the forces of nature, but he can, at least, in part, anticipate and build bulwarks against them. This response to a very basic human impulse — the will to know the environment and control its destructive by-products; the will to understand and control inner space is just as compelling. After all, rage, prejudice, murder, greed, and war are not just plot motivations within The Iliad: the lust for power has been as disruptive to human progress as any shift in the earth’s crust. The mystery and finality of death fascinated and confounded then, just as it does now, more emphatically though, because death was always at hand. The search for immortality was all the more urgent and compelling. To the ancients, religion took the place of science. It is no surprise that generation after generation, rooted within the human psyche, the beguiling promise of everlasting life itself lives on.
The Greeks were the first to the see human mind and will as more determinative of the good society than other factors, including piety. Myths eventually became more palatable tales with psychological, social or philosophical implications. Socrates, Aristotle and Plato used myths to illustrate points about human nature and society, not as religious texts. One gets the feeling the philosophers are distinctly agnostic. This movement away from religious zealotry liberates human achievement. The invention of social sciences and philosophy offered some hope of understanding and altering the nature of man and society, steering humanity toward a utopian ideal quite out of keeping with natural instincts. According to Erich Fromm, an American social psychologist, “Humans have a need for a stable frame of reference.” Religion apparently fills this need. Humans crave answers to questions that no other source of knowledge can supply; only religion seems to hold this promise, for in spite of scientific advances, death remains an incorrigible enemy. It opens a gaping void which only imagination and faith can transcend. Fromm continues, “a sense of free will must be given in order for religion to appear healthy.” (Psychoanalysis and Religion, New Haven, Yale University, 1950) Currently we take refuge in some vague idea of ultimate goodness and purpose by espousing religious beliefs. This delusion by choice, provides meaning and makes sense of the world, as well as reduces the sting of death. We think we are the masters of our fate and become upset and self-destructive when we discover otherwise. Doesn’t that come from expectations rooted in humanism?
Judged by these beliefs the Iliad’s premise that Achilles has multiple fates is unreasonable to me. There is only one fate as a consequence of mortality and that is death. While fate and destiny are used interchangeably in our English lexicon, and thus appear synonymous in this translation of the Iliad, they are two distinct concepts. Fate implies an absence of choice in the circumstances or conditions of one’s life and is linked to death. Fate is an outcome determined by an outside agency acting upon a person or entity. . To rail against fate is an excersize in futility, a thought echoed in “Blasphemous Rumours” by Depeche Mode. Even the gods were constrained by fate. The goddess of the dawn, Eos, tried to give her mortal lover eternal life, but forgot to ask for eternal youth. Tithonos ended by turning into a wizened grasshopper, which suggests that immortality is not the natural state of mankind and must be accepted. Even gods can’t change this. Destiny, on the other hand, relates to specific actions or events that one must complete while alive. The destined individual is the chief actor in a scenario targeted to a particular end. This scenario is something unique and specific to himself. Furthermore, he is central to the drama. He must act willfully to achieve his destiny. In our modern culture, fate often makes its force felt in random senseless events, such as the assassination of John F. Kennedy or terrorist attacks like those of 9/11. The creation of heroes and monsters is perpetual.
On a smaller scale glitches in the mental apparatus that would lead a young girl to attempt suicide, militate against the idea of the divine. (After all, the girl in the song conforms to “God’s plan” for her life, and is still killed in an accident.) There is no rhyme or sense. As if to intimate that God is dead and people aren’t smart enough to realize it. Fatalism to the extreme, furthermore, the song implies that modern life is bereft of meaning. People despair because they don’t see that they are having any impact or could have any as individuals. This is because there is no room for the heroic. Education focuses on making people good cogs in the machine. Only organizations have influence and serve interests that are detached from daily life. These are quite opposite of humanist perspective. Individuals who want to succeed and attain power have to pander to the lowest common denominator. They must not step outside the lines of acceptability, so by definition they cannot be heroic. Even art is driven by economics these days. No one is willing to starve for his ideals. Money and possessions have corrupted all.
A similar tension existed in the lives of the ancient Greeks. They kept fighting the gods, and fighting the Fates, continually losing, but they didn’t surrender. They believed defiance was worthwhile. They didn’t give in to meaninglessness. They wanted to leave a legacy behind: immortality as individual glory. Death is ultimately coming and to the ancient Greeks the great beyond was an insipid, wispy afterlife in the underworld, only the frailest shadow of mortal life. So it is best that man should take advantage of the passions of life above ground while they are available. Enjoy them and use them to make a name for ones self that will live on. Even if punishment comes, by all means leave a legacy to mankind. The story of Prometheus illustrates this. He stole fire for mankind, became mankind’s benefactors and yet ended by being chained to a mountain and having his liver gouged out daily and eaten in front of his eyes by Zeus’ eagle. But wasn’t it worth it? He gave infinite comfort to mankind and lives forever in human legend. He was later set free by Hercules’ intervention—Hercules, the ultimate blasphemer who defied several gods and became a demi-god himself.
Today, humanity is facing the temptation to give into powerlessness. And yet, we hold to the Greek notion that we can improve life by our individual actions. All scientific discoveries, all courageous political acts, all revolutions in ethical and theological understanding, all artistic movements are built on confidence that individual actions matter and that man makes his own fate. Human progress is built on this notion. Today, as a complex, materially based culture, man has to give up something to make a stand and change course. We may have to give up some of our material comfort to preserve a livable natural environment. We may have to commit political martyrdom to change public policy for the benefit of the whole society. Those who have more may have to give up a bit of what they have so that the have-nots can attain a decent standard of living. One may have to live on the fringes of society in order to project the message it needs to hear. Defiance of fate often equates to defiance of social convention—it means crossing the line of the taboo with a purpose in mind (not just to shock or titillate) and bringing something meaningful back to one’s fellows at considerable cost. Socrates paid such a price--he was forced to drink hemlock; because he was perceived as corrupting Athens’ youth and being impious toward the gods. Having become so self-involved, we’ve lost a sense of society as a whole or the role the hero serves to re-form and reinvigorate it by transgressing convention. For American’s, patriotism equates to lock-step conformity, when it actually has more to do with courage and being faithful to conscience and vision. How, for instance, does the girl in the song respond to her brush with death? She becomes a religious conformist. What does she add to the condition of the world because of that? Potentially, a great deal, if only she could take that faith and do something practical to shake up the status quo based on ethical principles; but this is not typically how it runs and it is not what the lyrics imply. For too many people, religion is a vehicle that reinforces conformity and curses iconoclasm. It is merely a candied kind of fatalism, not so far removed from despair, postponing reformation to the afterlife, or turns the individual totally within himself or within his community. That is certainly not how it began. Jesus threatened the powers that stood by envisioning a Kingdom (beginning today, in this place) so different from the status quo. If he had been a harmless, otherworldly sort, they would not have executed him.
I question whether Greek heroism as depicted in the Iliad leads to social change. Surely, many of the warriors seem to see the pointlessness of the war, but are powerless to stop it. They try to live up to conventions of manliness and martial prowess, knowing that death may well await them. The greatest of them, Achilles, loses his dearest friend to the war and responds by committing a senseless act of physical desecration to Hector’s body—certainly an unconventional thing to do, but a self-absorbed one. The mercy he shows Priam in the end is probably more heroic than anything else he accomplishes. Perhaps the Iliad is fatalistic, but it does counsel readers to make the best of the situation in which we are enmeshed. If you are going to go down, go down with a bang that will resound through the ages. But I would say that the aspiration to defy the gods and the fates, in spite of the inevitable consequences, is an impulse that led to the great achievements of Greek civilization following Homer and inspired the very ethos of unlimited progress that is an essential component of Western thought. It is the very definition of the humanist impulse. The temptation to quietly acquiesce to one’s fate, then and now, means the breaking of the human spirit and the undoing of civilization.

Cherry Parfait

2008-04-29T20:41:00.005-04:00

Light fragrance with white blossoms and an adorable red picotee, this showpiece blooms throughout the spring and summer seasons into fall. Aptly named this Grandiflora rose is scrumdiddleeyumptios. Great in borders or near the foundation. And it is exceptionally heat tolerant.

Sentences that acceptably run on...

2008-04-20T23:44:00.004-04:00

I'm going to slightly modify one of my friends brillant stream of thought formats.

Ten things I wish for and things I want to do before I die.

1) Watch a rerun of Sesame Street while eating a tub of B&J ice cream in pajamas while not being sick.

2) Completely design my home floorplan and decor.

3) Finish my degree in fine arts.

4) Learn French and Spanish.

5) Let sleeping dogs lie.

6) Marry my husband -- legally -- in this state.

7) Attend an Opera at the Met. Even if its via the new theater option. I really wanted to watch La Boheme :(

8) Write and publish more poetry.

9) Create a meal from scratch.

10) Truly be more appreciative of what I have not what I don't.

Clematis

2008-03-25T13:45:00.004-04:00

No vine is more lavish. The queen of vines is a versatile climber; a fencepost, a arbor, mailbox, porch rail, or small tree can provide ample support. Easy to grow in rich moist soil, with full sun to part shade. Mulch heavily to keep the roots cool, but keep the leaves and buds exposed to light. My favorite "Cassis" is pictured. Double rosettes of rich plum open gradually for up to four months of color. The nearly evergreen foilage is attractive out of season as well!
While clematis take a season or two to establish, they have magnificent potential. The only catch is that there are three distinct pruning groups and each has a specific pruning need. For example "Cassis" belongs to group II which blooms in the early summer, and requires pruning each March. (The inspiration for this post.) Clematis are slow to break dormancy each year, if you are unsure of the variety watch for the season of bloom. If your clematis blooms in spring it belongs to Group I and should be pruned after the blossoms subside. Group II and III bloom in the summer and both should be pruned in March; however leave 12" of Group III compared to 8" for group II when pruning.

New Britney Video Preview!

2008-03-13T01:10:00.003-04:00

2008-02-24T05:55:00.002-05:00

I recently found a phenominal steal, for only $15, at the local T.J. Maxx - a down alternative blanket. Oddly I'm having to compete for it at night, as my cat favors this surface over everything else in the house. But I can easily understand why, great heat return, low weight, and super soft surface - What's not to love? I love the color pallete offered by as well! The Celestial blue reminds me of a warm sunny sky

to the haves and have nots...

2008-02-13T01:12:00.002-05:00

St. Valentines Day can be one of the most divisive days of the year. It is laced with many unsung barb particularly for those uncoupled within the populace. For many years I celebrated S.A.D. (single awareness day) as it kind of prickles if you don't have a valentine. I even took time off from work in order to field others from my disdain and ire. So please be sentitive to those who might be facing a hard time due to death, loss, or even a breakup.
One thing I do not recommend is a new romance it can feel rushed and contrite, if you are new in a relationship do something low key. If you are single buy yourself something you have always wanted, have flowers delivered, nothing makes others take notice, and jealousy can be a great motivator for cupid bow.

Yum Yum for the tum tum!

2008-02-07T00:23:00.000-05:00

Tater Corn Chowder

18 prepared frozen potato puffs (such as Tater Tots)
28 oz chicken broth (2 cans, 14 oz each)
24 oz evaporated milk (2 cans, 12 oz each)
1 3/4 cups instant mashed potato flakes
15 1/4 oz whole kernel corn (1 can, drained)
2 teaspoons onion powder
1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
OPTIONAL
8 oz cooked, cubed (1/2 in), ham (approx 2 cups)
Sliced Green Onions

Combine broth and evaporated milk in large saucepan. Bring mixture just to a boil, over meadium high heat; reduce heat to to low and add potato flake, corn, onion powder, black pepper, and ham if desired. Cook, stirring frrquently, for 5-8 minutes until creamy and slightly thick. Top each serving with three potato puffs, and green onion if desired.

Serves 6

I am Incensed...

2008-02-05T22:40:00.000-05:00

I am enraged...I am furious! Dear readers please read the following assignment for my Humanities class and let me know your thoughts:

Giovanni Batista di Jacopo (1494—14 Nov 1540) il Rosso, better known as Rosso Fiorentino, (i.e. “the red Florentine,” due to his red hair) was a native of Florence and gathered his artistic powers there under the influence of Andrea del Sarto, along with his lifelong friend, another great Mannerist artist, Pontormo. As a youth, he was practically ungovernable, and so could not properly be said to have been anyone’s pupil. However, his acquisitive mind imbibed influences from a variety of directions including, most notably Michelangelo and prints he had seen from the works of northern artists, particularly the Flemish school. He transmuted these influences, along with his own eccentric psychology and aesthetic taste, into a highly individualistic style which drank heavily from the high Renaissance tradition and yet remained distinctly sui generis and enigmatic. He began his independent career in Rome, but after the traumatic rapine inflicted by Imperial troops in 1527, he like so many of his generation found refuge in Northern Italy. From thence, he, along with the great Primaticcio, was invited by François I Valois to adorn the French court. His work was seminal in the foundation of the Fontainebleau School and helped spread the influence of the Italian Renaissance northward into Germany, the Low Countries and England.
Rosso’s work, like that of many other Mannerists, fell out of favor by the early 17th century, and remained largely neglected until the 20th. For this reason, several of his paintings have been lost and others survive only in copies or through the printmaker’s art. Rosso was also a design artist. Under the patronage of François, he was responsible, not only for paintings to adorn chapels, palaces and chateaux, but also the design of tapestries, theatre sets and costumes, dinnerware, decorations prepared for celebrations and royal progresses, tombs and small-scale objets d’art. It could be that the series of drawings of which the Diana was one, was taken from a lost design for an architectural façade, a festival tableau, or for stucco-work like that which still ornaments the Galerie François Ier at Fontainebleau. Or perhaps it was one a set of studies created preparatory to a painting. Its conversion into a print bespeaks the great popularity enjoyed by the artist in his era. The print and bookmakers art was one of the principle vehicles through which artistic styles and ideals of taste spread far and wide during the 16th century.

Diana predates the artist’s departure from Italy to France in 1530 by many years, but it shows remarkable continuity with his later work there, especially in terms of the depiction of the female nude. Compare, for instance, comparable figures in Mars disrobed by Cupid and Venus disrobed by the Graces (pen and ink drawing, 1530) or Venus in Bacchus, Venus and Cupid (Luxembourg Gallery, possibly formerly at Fontainebleau.) There is much of Michelangelo’s aesthetic in the almost masculine vitality and volume of the figure. The musculature is overdeveloped and there is none of the lithe, graceful quality that one might expect in a virgin goddess of the hunt. This deity is firmly rooted to the ground, almost pyramidal in shape. Her bottom-heavy, lozenge-like roundness mirrors and balances the niche in which she stands. In fact, there may be a nod here to a peculiarly northern ideal of beauty, and this characteristic may explain part of Rosso’s appeal beyond the Alps. Compare this figure to Durer’s Eve (in the famous print, Adam and Eve, of 1504) or to Gossaert’s Amphitrite (in Neptune and Amphitrite of 1516.) In any case, the tendency to exaggerate features, (as in the excessively broad hips and thighs, disproportionately reduced head, delicate fingers, and abbreviated lower legs of the goddess) for purposes of balance and elegance of design, is a common feature of Mannerism. In fact, the spare figure of the stag (a lithe, angular foil for the ponderous roundness of Diana’s form), its neck craning back toward the wall, creates a clear symmetry with the ascending curlicue of the bow. The upward gaze of the tense and menaced creature, unreciprocated by the divinity, and balanced and reinforced by the goddess’ extended left arm, serves to draw the attention upward toward the apex of the pyramid, where the only meaningful action is taking place—the removal of a delicate arrow from the quiver. In Mannerism, natural forms are often manipulated into architectural flourishes and compositional depth, highly compressed (though unavoidable, as here, when set in a niche for statuary). Furthermore, there is a cool impassivity of expression, even though the allusion here is probably either to Diana’s penchant for slaying innocent woodland creatures or to the terrible retribution she exacted upon Actaeon, a hunter transformed into a stag and torn apart by his own hunting dogs because he violated the sanctity of her ablutions. Considering the courtly ideals of the day, the ultimate meaning, if one is required for such an appealing image, is probably the power the beautiful, virtuous woman exercises over her trembling, love-struck suitor. Yet she draws her arrow to dispatch the poor creature softly and impassively—la belle dame sans merci to perfection. Such a conceit would be deeply appreciated by the late Valois court—preoccupied as it was with pleasures of the flesh and soon to be dominated by the formidable Diane de Poitiers, the goddess’ namesake. The lack of emotional engagement is another typical feature of Mannerist style, although in other examples of Rosso’s work emotion is violent, stylized and incongruously contrasted across the composition. In this sense, it is pure artifice, like the court masques that were so popular in this era—an entertainment designed to appeal to our sense of the beautiful, flatter our knowledge of classical allusions, and draw us out of the filth and imperfection of daily life.

REFERENCES:

Biography of Rosso Fiorentino, at Web Gallery of Art (http://www.wga.hu/frames-e.html?/bio/r/rosso/biograph.html), viewed 2 Feb 2008.

R. J. Knecht, Renaissance Warrior and Patron: The Reign of Francis I. (Cambridge, UK: Cambridge University Press, 1994), 425—461.

Bernard S. Myers and Trewin Copplestone, ed. The History of Art. (New York: Exeter Books, 1985), 512-535.

Now should I feel flattered as she has questioned my intelligence and integrity by her intimations of plagiarism? Good thing I am cute when I'm angry!

Good, better, and best! Spring Attire!

2008-02-05T15:17:00.000-05:00

Just as sunlight peaks from beneath the clouds, so to do we emerge from the layers of clothing that warm us during the wintery absence of Mr. Sun. This exciting time allows us to tease and titilate with a glimpse of skin before the summer heat makes clothing more of a nuisance. Light Blue is de rigor for men this season. Now this is a bit of a corundrum as most of my Denim has faded and one does not want to be a visual representation of the color value scale. Gray and White are easy pairings, for the for the fashionistadors seafoam green and beige also work well.

Good:

Blake Boot Cut Jean, Greyline Corded Stripe 2-Button Jacket, & Walpole Embroidered Buttondown shirt Courtesy of Expressfashion.com

Champion C9 Shoe shown in gray Courtesy of target.com

Better:

The Dobby Buttondown shirt, The Tribute Falcon Jean, The Chill Shoe, and Thin Aviator Sunglasses

Courtesy of Guess by Marciano

Best:

Jultras Blazer & Spuntis Shirt by Diesel
Larkee Regular Straight Jean by Diesel

Prada Linea Rosa Blue Tennis Shoe

Courtesy of Neiman Marcus.com

The Human Condition...

2008-01-31T12:57:00.000-05:00

Maybe it starts in the terrible two's the why, why, why of it all. But sentience is the basis of what makes us mortal, fallible, and well real. I'd digress to go down the what is reality vs. what is illusion schema's so I'll withdraw. I'm in one of those rare phases where I understand something, but just can't keep hold of all the concepts entirely. Kind of like being in a special ed class and realizing that I'm smarter than most but not as smart as everyone else. And that dear readers is my concept of Hell. While each of us want to be exceptional, I am no different, but what defines us as a species is the rare thought that each of us are unique and different -- and barreling towards extinction. That desire to better oneself, or even measure oneself against a whole. I refuse to believe that God is more loving to one group of people based on religion, nationality, or gender.

To warm your heart...

2008-01-25T03:42:00.000-05:00

and your belly! I have a new meal in my repertoire. In a medium sauce pan, start with one packet of Campbells Beef and Onion Broth, add four cups water, add one can of green beans(drained), and two cups diced fresh carrots. Bring to a boil, I usually boil about an inch of water off. Stir occasionaly.

While that is brewing I place between six and eight slices of a crunchy crusty french loaf on a cookie sheet. Place a slice of tomato (Roma are my preference) in the center of each slice and then top with a slice of Muenster cheese. Place in the oven for 5 minutes @ 350 degrees, just until the cheese is melted. I then place the crustini on the bottom of the soup bowl and ladle the soup over it. Serve immediately.

This is based upon the most wonderful cup of French Onion soup I have ever enjoyed - Thank you Mistrals! Mistral Restaurant
99 S. Market Street
Charleston, SC 29401

Reservations and Information:
Phone: 843-722-5708

Banquet Information:
Phone: 843-577-9055
Fax: 843-853-5545

Serving Lunch and Dinner
11:00 a.m. - 11:00 p.m.
DAILY

Owners:
Peter and Francoise Duffy

Located in the Historic District in Charleston, SC on the corner of Meeting Street and South Market . Magnifique. However I like neither Onion or Provolone so I made a few modifications. Pardon Moi.

Indulgence...

2008-01-20T22:17:00.000-05:00

I feel like I'm cheating. It has been a very long relationship, waking up to the same thing every morning use to be a pleasure, but now, I understand why hearts stray. I never thought I would place myself in a situation like this, and it all started with something so benign and usual; a trip to the grocery store. I've been a fan of Coke Zero since the moment of inception. However I tried the Black Cherry & French Vanilla Diet Pepsi Jazz. Due to the fabulous BOGO offer at Harris Teeter this week and I'm won over. So please forgive me, this might just be a crush, or it could be the beginning of something else new and beautiful.

Thank you...

2008-01-17T17:35:00.000-05:00

During our last get together many friends brought a bottle of wine, this is a great way to spread your love of a particular winery as well as educate the palate of your peers. Dear readers I don't know which of you brought it, but the NOBILO New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc was fantastic.

Add a log to the fire...

2008-01-17T01:57:00.001-05:00

and a blanket to the bed. Our first official snow storm has landed in the Queen city. Now thoughts of snowcovered branches are romantic and breathtakingly beautiful, but the cold reality is well: cold. Make 2008 a year to think about safety and preparedness. Please drive carefully in snow and rain, this means below the posted speed limits, posted speeds are based on optimal conditions. And snow is optimal for carnage, ice does not follow the dictates of right of way, it is based upon gravity and incline. So please literally think ahead.

Life and times...

2008-01-08T22:35:00.001-05:00

Just a little note to state that the semester starts on Thursday the 10th, and as I am always unsure how the coursework will be don't feel left out if writing slows a bit, of course I have oodles of time off from work this week so I should be able to post any whim that comes across my desk. Could be a blessing could be a curse. Consider that fair warning.

Required Reading:

2008-01-08T22:04:00.000-05:00

In her third book Voctoria Finlay has mined the historic literature for good stories; her debunking of the story of the curse of the Hope Diamond, for instance, is hilarious. She has also gone to the countries involved with each gem, and literally descended into the mines. She has funny stories, like being stalled in a taxi during an elephant parade in Sri Lanka (elephant parades are good for the sapphire business, as such a gem that has been worn on an elephant tusk is believed to have been blessed by Buddha himself). She has undergone no small amount of risk on these excursions. She skillfully interviewed sometimes reticent subjects; some from within the mines, others within the marketing, trading, and gem cutting fields. The historic and social results of our fascination for these useless rocks ("You can't eat them, you can't read them, you can't shelter under them ..." she quotes her Burmese taxi driver as saying) are on display here, as colorful and surprising as any of the gems themselves.

Brr..

2008-01-04T01:59:00.000-05:00

It's cold out there - there must be some Torro's in the Atmosphere. I'll love you forever if you get the obscure Cheerleading "Bring It On" reference in there. We have finally welcomed winter into the region as it is 15 degrees outside, and my sympathies are with my friends in NY, UT, and Canada. For my BFF in Las Vegas, no complaints from you!

Favorite time of year...

2008-01-03T22:03:00.000-05:00

As it is a new year, I can claim that! With the wonderful sales at Neiman Marcus (up to 60%), Express (also up to 60%), Dillards (up to 75% -- a great time to load up on Godiva Chocolates before Valentines Day), Frontgate (up to 50%), and nay even Walmart (where in my town you can buy a 8 foot prelit tree for under $20.00 thanks to the 75% slashing of the already low prices) for a fraction of the original sale price you can add some of theses beauties to your collection:

The Chalk Stripe Top Coat from Express Originally $298.00 now only $79.00!

2008-01-02T23:56:00.000-05:00

I'm usually a big fan of Tim Burton and Johnny Depp collaborations. But this time something in the dark and murky world they inhabit something went terribly wrong. AS noted I am a stage fan and was thrilled to hear that Stephens Sondheim's "Sweeney Todd" was due for release. I watched this horrid film on Christmas Eve, and it left me feeling like I needed to bathe and repent. I understand that there would be death and murder, I was no stranger to the plot - however watching blood spurt from the victims, and then sliding down a chair, into a pit, landing with neck breaking thud was just to explicit. This film is rated 'R' and justifiably so. I'm not stating that it isn't noteworthy just very graphic, I haven't been so disturbed since Se7en and Clockwork Orange.

Reading for pleasure...

2007-12-20T00:09:00.000-05:00

Sounds kind of dirty, but I admit a guilty pleasure is well worth it this time of year. My most recent find was a debut novel from Elizabeth Kostova which contains elements from many of my favorite genres - thriller, suspense, mystery, historical fiction, and vampire lore. It is no surprise that this intelligent story was a very entertaining read. Though I feel that the story concept and development deserve five stars, I feel that there are a few important flaws in this book which put it into the four star category.

First the good: I really enjoyed the historical facts surrounding the Ottoman Empire and Eastern Europe that Kostova weaved into her tale. I also loved the way she used letters to reveal the more thrilling aspects of the story bit by bit. This kept me in that "I'll just read ten more pages" mode on many a late night.

Now for the problems: The first 300 pages of this book were very compelling and hard to put down. Somewhere between page 300 and 450it began to feel like Kostova had an old graduate school dissertaion on the migration patterns of monks in the 15th century lying around so she decided to work it into the story. Wow did that slow the pace... I don't have a problem with the storyline taking the characters on a search for the history of these monks, its just that Kostova occasionally strayed across the line between entertaining fiction and dry academic research...until after about 600 pages of this nonsense, we finally pry apart the gravestones (duly pausing to note how the dust of the centuries has settled just so on the fading inscriptions of the musty crypt) and learn the terrible truth of Dracula's horrible plans to create undead denizens who will Duh-Duh-DUUUUHHNNN!--CATALOG HIS LIBRARY! (As Dave Barry would say, I swear I am not making this up.) As it turns out, the Prince of the Undead is a bit of a bookworm. Who knew?

Whenever she has written her characters into a corner the author adds another mysterious book into the pile, not once, not twice, but several times. Everyone in this novel is a bookworm, for the same reason that everyone acts, thinks, and talks the same: because everyone in this novel is essentially one character, the author herself. Romanian peasant, Turkish professor, expat teenager--read a line of dialogue at random, and you'd never be able to guess who is who. When you pick up the book, it is often a bit confusing to figure out where you are, not because there are so many narrators, but because there are so few voices. One imagines the author perhaps putting on now a pair of Groucho glasses, now a fez, now tying a kerchief around her hair, as she evokes one character or another, but the writing never changes. Neither do the characters themselves--the protagonists are all secular, rational people, who, when they find themselves in a vampire story, simply shrug and reach for a crucifix and a silver bullet. What they are experiencing in picking up that crucifix--and what it might mean to their beliefs of the world and how it works...are subjects that are never touched upon. Heaven knows, an author with a certain curiosity about character and psychology, to say nothing about metaphysics, might have spun a wonderful novel out of this material, we do get a three page diatribe about the nature of evil. But psychology and character didn't seem to be as important as the lists of cities to visit that define the plodding bulk of this book.

Even Dracula's little hobby of distributing those dragon books to young historians to rouse their curiosity, then trying to kill them if they actually start to do research on them, might have become a window into a vain and endlessly bored mind, giving himself a little thrill to while away the centuries. Here, it's just another illogical plot contrivance, vanishing into the swarming multitudes of its fellows.

Perhaps the biggest gaffe is the ease with which Drakulya is disposed, we set up a super villain, and a ray of light kills him, (seriously WTF), surely in thousands of years he would have been able to dodge a silver bullet or two. And um I hate to say it but the silver bullet was for werewolves.

All of that said, my opinion as an avid reader of such stories is that this is an excellent book, well worth reading. I am sure that it will have wide appeal.

Good, better, and best! Dinnerware.

2007-12-19T00:27:00.000-05:00

I'll be the first to admit that as far as looks are concerned I am a bit hung up on appearances. Imagine my delight when my favorite retailer (hint:red and white bullseye logo) marked holiday dinnerware, manufactured by Gibson, down to $12.99 for a set of twelve. Imagine Gold rimmed dinnerware and stemware for your next get together. 12 Plates $12.99, 12 wine glasses $12.99, 12 soup bowls $12.99 -- you get the picture! I promise it is sure to impress, and as it is reusable Mother Nature and landfills will be sure to thank you.

Now add a bit of color, perhaps to match your paint, wallpaper, centerpiece, or add a bit of whimsy with a pattern. This set by Noritake "Crestwood Cobalt" has my signature staples - Blue and Gold - It's not just for Webelos.[Dear readers I apologize as this pattern has been discontinued as of 2006 - but many pieces are still available via web through Noritake.com, and Replacements.com] Although it also comes in Platinum which is available at fine retailers world wide, for those of you with a hint towards the reflective. Now, your thinking, how can we top that? Easy, remember designer labels elevate sneakers, sweaters, jeans, and yes tableware. Add a little greek drama courtesy of Versace's Medusa in blue (of course) and red. That's sure to keep everyone talking.

God bless us everyone...

2007-12-18T00:32:00.001-05:00

The holiday open house was fantastic, le Boyfriend told me I was effervescent and charming, and while I do try to be charming it is not always possible - I have had a few deadpan reactions this week. When asked by a child if the wrapped chocolates were indeed chocolates I told him "No." Later the same day I approached a store patron to be recieved by the greeting "We are having a private discussion; A,B,C your way out of it." Where in I politely informed them that we approach each of our customers it was not to offend them, but to be polite. "Can't we just look anywhere in this mall!" Kind of surreal when you mash it all together. It would take a long time to ellicit the moral in the story but it is this: that for every person who loves you, there are those who will not, you can't please everyone, and no one really likes everyone or I wouldn't have done an invitation only event, now would I? But each of us have a spark of the divine and if nothing else we should let it rest upon that. Although I do sport a keychain that reads: I do not discriminate, I hate everone equally. Though I better post the disclaimer. It's a thin line.

Spice Bundt Cake

2007-12-13T02:25:00.000-05:00

Ingredients:

1 Cup Butter
2 Cup Sugar
5 Large Eggs
1 3/4 Cup Flour
1 Tablespoon Ground Mace

Directions:
Cream Butter (the better your efforts the fluffier the finished product) Gradually fold in the sugar, add 1 egg at a time with an electric mixer, and beat ofr 1 minute before moving to the next egg, for a total of 5 minutes beating time.

In separate mixing bowl sift the four and the mace a minimum of three times before mixing gradually into the creamed butter, sugar, and Egg mixture.

Once combined, pour into a generously greased pan dusted with flour

Bake @ 375 degrees Fahrenheit for 45 minutes, remove from pan immediately. Allow to cool and dust with powdered sugar and garnish.

"Let's Drink"

2007-12-12T03:28:00.000-05:00

Moscato Bianco fruit is gently crushed and pressed, then chilled to low temperatures to retain the full aromas and fruit characteristics of the grape. Slow fermentation is halted resulting in Moscato D’Asti’s soft sparkling style.

This frizzante wine has bright fruit aromas with flavors of peaches,apricots, and a crisp hint of citrus.

Best served well chilled, this wine pairs well with sweet fruits, desserts -- like Danish Wedding Cookies, Angel Food Cake, Stilton w/ peach.

This is the staple for this years holiday celebration fabulously priced for under $15.00 per bottle, that way spreading Christmas Cheer won't leave any ugly residue -like debt or a hangover!

Oh-oh!

2007-12-11T20:23:00.000-05:00

Unfortunately we have had two injuries this year, the swags near the entry pulled out the support brackets after 7 years - it is easy to get complacent when it worked last year, and the year before that, and the year before that. Only two vintage pieces were destroyed, this was tame continued to the toppled tree last year where many prized ornaments were obliterated. One of my newest additions decided to be a kamikaze bulb and flew off the dinig room wreath plummeting to its demise so we're off to a strong start. On the bright side Le Boyfriend was just complaining that I never needed to buy another ornament as long as I live. I now have further proof that nothing is forever - except diamonds and the consequent bill of sale.

As an update - takeing decorations down is another prime opportunity for breakage. Add a third ornament lost!

2007-12-11T00:00:00.001-05:00

Christmas Cards mailed . . . . Check
Presents bought and wrapped. . Check
Stocking hung with care. . . . Check
Party menu planned . . . . . . Check
Give Cookies to neighbors . . Check

Its easy to see why so many people feel overwhelmed during the holidays. Throw in a minimum 40 hour work week and mayhem might ensue. If my list and the corresponding checks make you smirk, perhaps I should let you in on a few secrets for the holiday in order to keep cheerful and sane. My cards were written in October, I really have to get a headstart as the season is very stressful for me, and literally ever second counts. Having the cards prepared beforehand I can easily drop them off in the mail on December 1st, holiday stamps are available after Thanksgiving day usually. I also begin putting my Christmas decorations up on Turkey day, a whole day off and no prospect of shopping - what else do you expect? As I have four very extravagant trees throughout the house in a variety of themes, this is more of a must than a whim. My annual Christmas Party is Sunday the 16th, and we will be running down to the wire, I just finished the menu last night at 2 am. Sleep deprivation is a neccessity this time of year. After hosting a few years you learn a few things - that nothing is perfect, and nothing ever goes completely as planned. So don't panic. My biggest hint is have plenty of drinks available and start with the good stuff, trust me by the time you open the 5th bottle of anything -- your not looking for the flavor profile. And on that note watch your party participants and always have coffee and a taxi cab ready.

Love,

B

By this time next week...

2007-12-09T21:44:00.000-05:00

the party will be winding down. What was that, yes dear readers, Le boyfriend and I will be throwing another party. And in truth that is why I have written so very little. Christmas seems to be a time when everything takes a bit more care, and a bit more of your budget. I am not one to prescribe to the bigger is better adage, but I also don't want to offend any family members or friends either; during the holidays emotions tend to run high. On that thought I want to share a few points; if in doubt whether to send a christmas card to an old friend, colleage, or distant relative err on the side of caution - it is the season for spreading cheer. Not the season to perpetuate jealousy, rivlary, or whatever bad blood seeps through familial veins. As for friends new and old what better time to reconnect.
There is no correct or definate date to mail Christmas cards, my family has an odd race to beat the rush. My dear sister overnighted hers in order to beat the traditional post - as we tied last year. Benefits of mailing early are that you can add anyone you may have forgotten or missed through some oversight.

Photo: "After the Party" by Andy Warhol

Where the Buffalo Roam...

2007-12-04T23:10:00.000-05:00

Dear readers you are probably wondering about the previous random word of the day. But I wanted to define Utarded before using it in my post as it is the only way I can come to understand my family members. For those of you with a good memory, you may remeber a previous blog about the shotgun wedding of my neice, in the last year I have also been the best man for my brother who wed a week later in Washington D.C., and as he is a twin I guess the other twin has to go and get married too. I don't want any of you to think that I do not think that marriage is a wonderful institution I fully support it, and will admit I am jealous that I will never have the proverbial affair. But I also want to lay a foundation for those of you not familiar with Utah and its own quirks. The majority of people realize that Utah is home to the Mormon faith, but one of the tangents that separates them is marriage for time and all eternity. So marriage is sacred, not something to be entered into lightly. Not that the traditional till death do you part should be considered trivial either. But utah has such pressures for its young denizens to marry in their early twenties that it disgusts me. I understand if both sides have completed school, traveled a little, and in the sake of taste - made a few mistakes. But what I don't understand is people in the 21st century who do not take a step back and realize the consequences of thier actions and the implications. We each have one life to live - one cannot depend on another for ones happiness, nor can you provide that happiness for someone else. Peace comes from within. But marriage is not the time to find oneself, you have then entered a covenant and are part of a relationship. But two weak links do not make a stronger chain. Perhaps I am barking up the wrong tree, as I tend to write from my vantage point, but I didn't come to understand a great many aspects of my self until my late twenties, heaven forbid owning up to the immaturity of my late teens and early twenties.

Word of the Day

2007-12-04T02:53:00.000-05:00

Utarded– /youˈtɑrdɪd/ Pronunciation Key -[yew-tahr-did]

adjective 1. characterized by mental ineptitude, an individual who does not think for themselves but accepts the social and religious morals established by the LDS faith.
noun 2. (used with a plural verb) collectively applies to residents of the state of Utah.

Origin: 1990; utah/retard + -ed2]

My Apologies...

2007-11-26T12:59:00.000-05:00

Dear readers, this is unfortunately the busiest time of year for me, what with all the fantastic sales, and the feeling of christmas wafting in the air. As many of you know I decorate trees for wealthy socialites this time of year, as well as plan a large soiree myself. Throw in a dash of retail wonderalnd as I am also an Assistant Manager for a diamond retailer and well I have just a few minutes to spend relaxing and unwinding. I have not forgotten about any of you, but be patient and the full swing of things: fashion rants, how to's, and recipes to avoid disaster will reconvene shortly!

All the best,

B

Good, better, and best! Of Denim

2007-11-15T01:36:00.000-05:00

Pants is a really broad topic, so well break this one down into sub categories. Foremost there are formal and informal - we are going to carry our casual theme, I promise to visit dress shoes, suits, and *gasp* tuxedo's at a later date. In the arena we have two basic's which I recommend for those with a budget; Denim and Khaki's. As a rule of thumb, I prefer my denim in the medium range, not dark, and not bleached, but there is no right or wrong, and while stone washing was all the rage in the 1990's, the traditional color of the Levi's 501 has never gone out of style. For the life of me I have yet to understand the "ageing" process or the allure it provides. I love the feel of a well worn pair of jeans, but the key is well worn, the word poseur is epitomized by such procedures. Casual clothes should be a clue into ones comfort zone, not a minefield filled with pretense. Tuxedo's and dress clothes gain that honor.

For the record white jeans should not be worn by those outside the painting profession, and black jeans *shudder* would be evil incarnate. Now mind you these rules do not apply if one is going "clubbing" a whole new set of rules for seeking attention and breaking fashion rules allows for creativity and freedom. If this has caused a conundrum and you doubt my prowess remember this - dim lights and alcohol hide a litany of sins. And what club do you know that is not a den of deception? Sure Mr. Ghetto Fabulous those are real gold chains...

A thousand Beautiful things...

2007-11-14T00:27:00.000-05:00

Many thanks to the musicians, who provide the soundtrack of my life, while I secretly envy some of you, and loathe others. I cannot begrudge you the joy, peace, angst, and sultryness that you elicit. My life is rich with the words and melodies that you have created. To hum is to be happy. I cannot list all of my favorite singers here but I want to give an overview of songs that continue to touch my heart, my ire, and cause my toes to tap.

I dedicate Memory from CATS by Steven Soundheim sung by Elaine Paige to youth for it is a fleeting thing. Living in the past however is a wasteful thing.
A Whiter shade of Pale by Procol Harum
Total Eclipse of the Heart as sung by Bonnie Tyler
I dedicate Silence by Delirium to those who have passed away, your silence can be both a blessing and a curse, in its finality.
My relationship with God is mirrored in Blasphemous Rumours by Depeche Mode.
To those who have shelved dreams or trusted too deeply I recommend Never is a Promise by Fiona Apple
For those who confuse ignorance and bliss, whether your religion is Catholic, Mormon, or Southern Baptist enjoy Little Lies by Fleetwood Mac, justification for intolerance under any name is not Christian.
I dedicate These Dreams by Heart to those who seek understanding in a world that is not always as it appears.
I dedicate Insensitive by Jann Arden to my first love; word for word I couldn't have said it better. And while it has taken years to forgive, I will never forget, and for that I am thankful. The best lessons in life, like merchandise are expensive.
Jewel Foolish Games
Stay by Lisa Loeb
I dedicate Nobody Lives without love performed by Eddi Reader to anyone who has ever been in love, no one is ever the same once touched.
I won't say I'm in Love from Hercules
The Heart asks pleasure first by Michael Nyman
and while Winter by Tori Amos who captures the joy, and sorrow for such a season, for life is not always bright and cheerful. Seasons of a heart are also written by floods of tears, and the icy chill of a hardened heart. I myself prefer Cher and Believe in hope, faith, charity, and above all - love.

A month of Thanksgiving...

2007-11-12T22:32:00.000-05:00

I wish I could lay claim to some great mission or purpose in life that would lead to salvation or a cure to the common cold, but as it stands I am currently very glad to have a job that pays the bills. So on that note, I am going to focus this month dear friends on the many things I am grateful for both large and small, and albeit some are trite and shallow, but if you know me its an element I embrace within myself.

Dear Friends I don't often state how important you are to me, or how much each of you inspire me. T you have overcome great obstacles and your passion, creativity, and free spirit have helped me to be brave. S you were my closest friend and confidant, the countless hours in the silver bullet are some of my most fond memories, your ability to forgive is an inspiration. M your independence is indispensable, as odd as it sounds I try not to call everyday so as to stand on my own two feet. A - your intelligence, and your beauty coupled with humility and an unpretentious manner. I can only image the havoc I would wreak upon mankind if I were you. Plus the fact you moved to the big city, I am (not so) secretly jealous of this. I heart you and NY.

Songs for Solitude...

2007-11-06T23:14:00.000-05:00

As a fan of indie rock music, I was amazed at the sound of this mellow, soporific harmony. This female duet, Orenda and Maria formally known as Azure Ray, has a keen ear for the light, orchestral sounds. The standout track, "Sleep" produces a depressing tone suitable for those unable to find their way out of bed. At once mournful and optimistic, this is truly a gem, deserving of an intellectual following:

Fill these spaces up with days
In my room you can go you can stay
I can't sleep i can't speak to you
Now these years locked in my drawer
I'll open to see just to be sure
I can't sleep i can't speak to you
And so i'm reaching out for the one
And so i've learned the meaning of the sun
And all this like a message comes to shift my point of view
I'm watching through my own light
As it tints the shade of you
Hold my wine hold it in
Nobody's lost but nobody wins

--If you wonder why you continue to get up every morning and live your life, this album is for you.

Egad the return of the Fad...

2007-11-01T00:58:00.000-04:00

Worse and Worser! I have to tell you that the clam diggers for men that GAP featured last year were frightening. This is a full fledged nightmare. The Studded jacket is anything but studly courtesy of NEIL BARRETT . I'm all for embellishment; see the pocket square below. But serioulsy, are you freaking kidding me? The return of the Hammer Pants? For Shame DIOR HOMME. Someone at MARNI explain the difference between "floods" and the cropped pant. I don't know if I am to shell shocked or if it eludes me.

Thank your Mr. Armani for keeping your Head.

BTW: Great Sneakers, as if you needed bonus points!

Success!!!

2007-10-30T02:29:00.000-04:00

For those of you who wonder how our party turned out, we blew a circuit! Next best thing to getting an appearance from the police. But surprises are part of the fun, and I'm sure we'll all have a laugh about it next year...the candle light ambience only added to the spectacle.

Party Prep: Music

2007-10-27T01:42:00.000-04:00

Background music is not essential, but why would you not take advantage of eerie, plotting, driving tones to enhance the mood of your get together? I don't believe one's home stereo should rival that of a discotheque. Be a responsible neighbor and host, it's titled background noise for a reason: to cover up the random but evident moments when commentary and discussion lull. People don't like silence it makes them uncomfortable. So too can the thought of dressing up, and going to someone else's home to mingle with people one has never met. A favorite song can seem like a long lost friend.

For an aura of camp, fun, and frolic, try:

For a lively yet haunting mood I recommend:

With the aid of a few wireless speakers, surround sound can be achieved in a variety of locations from the front porch to the patio.

Good, better, and best!

2007-10-25T20:40:00.000-04:00

So I stated that we would begin with the ground up, having covered shoes we'll move to socks. This is one area that you get what you pay for and unlike the designer shoes the bulk of the cost is in quality here. I heartily recommend a whole drawer filled with basic white cotton in calve and ankle length, as the weather gets cooler use the calfe lenght to provide extra warmth and protection for outdoor activities and workout routines. In warm summer months use the shorter versions, unless you are wearing sandals - socks and sandals are like oil and water do not mix! Sandals and Loafers do not require socks - thats the whole point of a boat shoe and a slip on. Sneakers, boots, and Oxfords, anything with a lace do require socks. If you coordinate you will earn bonus points for the ladies, and this is the element where you can personlize it a bit. However black socks do not go with light shoes and vice versa - a good rule of thumb is to think of the lint - will the socks leave a noticeable lint residue in the shoe - then you have the wrong color. Black socks should never be paired with white tennis shoes - which would lead you that white shoes should never be paired with a black tuxedo. Convesely white socks should never be paired with a Navy or black suit. One doesn't really want others to notice ones socks, but if you commit these fashion transgressions, sniggers will accompany down the hall, corridor, and mens room.

Party Prep: The centerpiece

2007-10-25T04:07:00.000-04:00

While flowers may not be the first thought, why not add an element of class and sophistication? This arrangement was created for under $12. The vase was recycled, as were the pumpkin sponges. The purple and orange curling ribbon were in a closet as they were included in a kaleidiscope of colors for wrapping packages. I purchased the following and arranged them by height.
(3) Tufts of Goldenrod
(4) Eucalyptus or Boxwood sprigs
(8) Purple Mums
(12) Yellow mums
(8) Bachelor Buttons

A secondary soundtrack...

2007-10-25T03:22:00.000-04:00

I'll admit my fondness for the usual pop 40, well at least until the last year. Having graduated from the 24-30 demographic that gets the media hype, I've noticed that the usual fare doesn't grab and hold my attention. I've been spending more time perusing old favorites and enjoying the unreleased singles from my favorite albums, as well as the almost famous. In honor of the holiday I dedicate Excess by Tricky.

A Read to remember

2007-10-24T00:53:00.001-04:00

The beginning of a trilogy by Garth Nix, wait what was that Mr. Nix, two more books are slated for release in 2010 and 2011!

Get the details here:

http://www.amazon.com/gp/blog/post/PLNKNKY3YXHEOS9W

Party Prep: The Table

2007-10-20T20:52:00.000-04:00

The invites have been sent, the RSVP's are confirmed, in a few more days the excitment and the exhiliration will come to a crescendo as guests arrive to your party. The addage that the beginning is a very good place to start, may sound redundant but think of the basics for entertainment, consider the number of attendees you will need at least one cup, wineglass, plate, and set of utensils for each if you are providing more than finger foods. The likelyhood of every guest drinking a martini, or brandy is minimal, but water and wine are standard requests don't take the chance of being ungratious or ill prepared. Worst case scenario is that you will have to wash a glass - and there are only slightly worse mood killers. Roaches and Cat hair (or any pet residue for that matter) would qualify, and dearest friends this is not a competition we want to enroll ourselves in.
Cleanliness is tantamount, this is why pre packaged foods and catering are such staples - if the store or service is reputable your own name will not be sacrificed. Of course, the extremely brave and talented, enjoy making each canape, and planning the minutia; as it also lets me control the look, theme, and flavor profile. We mentioned theme earlier for decorations, and I continue it in the food as well, not merely in tone but in taste.
I like to use red berries for Halloween because the sanguine hues are reminiscent of blood, Cheesecake covered in cherries can look like bloodshot eyeballs to a vivid imagination, with a very basic skimming technique fantastical webs can be created in the surface as well.The trick to this tempting treat is pulling a toothpick through rings of melted chocolate.

I am also extremely fond of Banfi's Rosa Regale -- a unique red sparkling wine. Aromatic with a hint of rose petals and raspberries, Rosa Regale is delightfully vivacious and festive. An elegant aperitif on its own; strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, trifles and hazelnut tortes are also elevated by this frothy wine. Its charms extend across a palette of occasions and food pairings, from savory to sweet.

I always buy extra, as it appears at nearly all my festivities in some form. And it makes a great welcome to the neighboorhood, or host(ess) gift.

Flower Power

2007-10-19T01:24:00.000-04:00

As the fall blooms are some of my favorite, think phlox and chrysanthemums. Now is a great time to head off the winter blues. I'm planning an unexpected touch for this years Holiday cards. ***spoiler***I've been pressing flower petals to use as confetti! They are all natural, economical (They are free for heaven sakes) and that little burst of color and nostalgia makes for a great holiday touch!

Good, better, and best! Casual Shoes

2007-10-16T22:20:00.000-04:00

Have to tip my hat for a friend's suggestion (thanks A). As I have always wanted to be a style guru, why not jump in with both feet? I will state that class and taste can be inherant traits, but they can be taught as well. So as part of a new series, we'll start from the ground up with appropriate clothing for the season. (New shoes happen to be one of my personal fetishes!) While I shouldn't have to state it, it may be mistaken by my examples that better shoes are inherantly more expensive. This is not the case, it just happens to be coincidence with my examples.

Good CASUAL shoe: Cole Haan AIR GRANADA SPORT OXFORD $99.95
Style # C05152- Sleek sport-inspired sport oxford with visible NIKE AIR Technology in the heel in soft embossed nubuk and suede. Lightweight rubber nub sole. Shown in ink.

Better CASUAL Shoe: Louis Vuitton Zephyr Sneaker in Monogram Mini shown in denim. Inspired by the steamer bag.

Best CASUAL shoe: PRADA Linea Rossa Black & SiIver Sneakers
Price: $995.00 Black crocodile leather, gray mesh. Red logo tag. Tonal stitching and laces. Rubber driving sole. Imported. (Neiman Marcus exclusive)