Showing posts with label Miscellaneous. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miscellaneous. Show all posts

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Going, Going, Gone

For six weeks I've been in a cast.  Six weeks prior to that I wore a boot.  My wandering has been severely limited.  Today the cast came off.  Oh happy day!
Keeping Track - Four Weeks Down

Five Weeks Down

Six Weeks Down; Heading to Get it Cut Off

It's Happening!  It's Coming Off!

Approaching the Incision Area; I'm Scared

Ah!  I Feel the Air!

The Mummy Leg is Unravelling

The Moment Before My First View of It

Oh No!  Ouch!

Swollen, Sore But Free 

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Life's Black Holes

A black hole is a region of space from which nothing, not even light, can escape. ~Wikipedia

 
I've been away from this blog for over a month - longer than any time since I started it in late January 2010. I was in a personal black hole, trying to manage a normal routine when facing losing a part of that which I have known since birth.  It's funny how, when feeling heavy with emotion or loss, life truly goes on. Oh, one's own life may feel like it has ground to a halt.  But life around you moves forward as if nothing has changed.  It makes so much sense that that should be but it also feels like an affront...a mockery of sorts.

I've emerged from the black hole for awhile.  I know it's temporary.  But so is everything else...except, perhaps, for the black holes of the universe.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Shameless Thievery

I stole this from Bookpuddle, a blog I visit often and comment on occasionally.  Thanks to Cipriano at Bookpuddle for this, which really resonates with me...then and now.
 So much of a child's life is lived for others… All the reading I did as a child, behind closed doors, sitting on the bed while the darkness fell around me, was an act of reclamation. This and only this I did for myself. This was the way to make my life my own.

Author Lynne Sharon Schwartz

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Makes me Wanna Holler

Terrorists.  Jihadists.  Words and related images that make (hopefully) the vast majority of us puzzled.  We ask ourselves:  Why do these people have so much hate?  Why can't they "live and let live"?  Why are they bent on condemning and destroying innocents?  Irony of ironies, the people who are asking these questions are probably some of the same people who are putting up signs like these.
Ah...Is that supposed to be "Exceptions"?!

This makes me C-R-A-Z-E-D.  The same people who are "Woe is me, why are the 'bad' people hurting my country?" are probably the same people spreading this hate and distrust.  Granted, the levels of these negative ways are different but they emanate from the same dark place of hate and fear.
Think about it - an immigrant has to move about society before she is proficient in English.  There are trips to the grocery store, rides on public transportation or conversations with auto mechanics, meetings with teachers, interactions at the bank, and so on...the list goes on.  Each of these interactions will bring better proficiency.  Also, I know from my own family that study of English as a second language often results in non-U.S. citizens speaking more grammatically correct than many of the U.S-born people who thrive on displaying these signs.
I know; I know.  I hear you naysayers now.  "These immigrants are here for years and don't try to or can't speak English."  AND?!?!?  Haven't terrorists and jihadists shown us the danger of such generalizations?  AND?!?!?  Is any one of us perfect or without fault?  WHY DO WE HAVE TO FEEL BETTER THAN ANOTHER? 

UGH.  I'm telling you; I can't stand the mentally of the people responsible for these signs.  But I know I must tolerate them because we must give what we want to get.  This is what separates us from extremists...both those that kill bodies and those that kill dreams.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Happy 90th Grandmom

Hope your weekend party was enjoyable for you, Liz!  I'm lucky to have you.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

I Need...

...to wander.  Somewhere.  Anywhere different.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Nothing to Envy

My blog post title is not a result of feeling superior.  It's actually the North Koreans who have "nothing to envy," according to their "Dear Leader" Kim Jong-il.  Au contraire according to Barbara Demick's book, Nothing to Envy:  Ordinary Lives in North Korea, which tells of North Korean defectors whose stories pack a hard visceral punch.

I enjoy history but struggle getting through historical texts focusing strictly on dates and events.  Throw some stories of actual lives in with the history and the history becomes real to me.  This book was so real to me that I felt anxious when I became hungry.  The stories were so moving that I had to remind myself that my next meal wasn't weeds or pine bark or cicadas that I had to walk miles to get.  I simply had to walk to the kitchen.  But the low-level panic was there.

The collapse of the Soviet Union - a trading partner and communist ally of North Korea - contributed to a series of events that resulted in tremendous suffering in North Korea in the 1980's and 1990's.  The actual number of starvation deaths will perhaps never be known during this period known as the Arduous March.  Estimates range from hundreds of thousands to millions. 

The people in this book, and countless others, watched the young and old die.  People were required to make "Sophie's Choice" type decisions - teachers had to find food for themselves or share some with the school children who were obviously dying.  Doctors had to try to comfort the dying or go search for food for themselves and their families.  It was not uncommon to see dead bodies in the streets.  People got used to seeing this, as I imagine many of us American urban dwellers are accustomed to seeing homeless people in our U.S. streets. 

The communist propaganda engine was perhaps the only thing that was working smoothly in North Korea during this time.  In 1992, Kim Jong-il's government launched the "Let's Eat Two Meals Per Day Campaign" in an effort to make the good citizens of this communist country-prison sacrifice for the collective good.  His government required doctors to grow their own cotton for bandages and harvest herbs for use in the hospitals.  IV fluid was distributed in old beer bottles - if you brought two bottles, you could get two bottles of IV fluid...in the rare cases it was available.

The Chinese government has a pact with North Korea that it will return North Korean defectors to their homeland.  If returned, they face either execution or long imprisonment.  North Koreans could not even turn themselves in to the South Korean embassies in China.  Still, some desperate citizens escaped across the Tumen River separating the countries and went deep into China.  They might be lucky enough to get fake travel documents to enter South Korea, where they were welcomed as citizens.  Others would go into China then Mongolia.  As soon as they crossed into Mongolia, they were taken into custody - but the Mongolians deported them to South Korea.  Oftentimes, any family members remaining in North Korea were punished because their defector relatives were with "the enemy" - South Korea.

This book read like an evil Disney World tale.  I think it would be difficult for someone to make this up, which is why it is so powerful.  It's truly surreal.  We simply have no idea.  Of course, this book is not uplifting reading but it's important reading. 

I'll follow the goings-on of North Korea even more seriously moving forward.  I wonder if the Koreas will ever reunite?  I know South Korean "think tankers" are looking at the exorbitant cost if that does happen - half of the country decades behind and the people smaller, less healthy, and many less educated than the South Korean population.  Currently, defectors receive months worth of education.  They learn to use ATMS, cell phones, the internet and also learn about the South Korean version of the Korea War and what the Americans ("imperialist bastards" to the North Koreans) really did in WWII.  If there is ever reunification, what a challenge.  There is nothing to envy.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Plenitude

I'm reading a book called Plenitude.  In short, it's part economics book and part self-help for those desperate for less work and more interesting lives.  (That's a terrible over-simplification.) 

I don't have a lot of time to read it right now but there are parts that are resonating.  (There are also other parts that sound like blah-blah-blah.)  If I had anything left tonight I'd elaborate but I don't so I can't.  Which reminds me, I still haven't blogged about a meaningful event that occurred almost 3 weeks ago now.  That defies the definition of plenitude.

(In spite of myself, I'm not forgetting about my blessings.  I realize only those well-fed/sheltered and able to pay bills get to dwell on the internal battle I wage.)

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Green with Envy

I'm ambivalent about the color green but I really don't like green-with-envy-green; it's not a flattering color on anyone, especially me.  A week and one day ago today I met a young woman and her collaborators who were taking their film to the Cannes Film Festival the following day.

The event was at Galdo's catering hall in South Philadelphia.  It was the Philadelphia screening, which followed the New York City screening, of a movie called A Proper Violence.  I learned of this through a friend, whose friend's daughter was involved with the movie.  For $20, we had some hors d'Ĺ“uvres and got to see the movie.  Well, if you stayed long enough you got to see the movie.

South Philadelphia is a historically Italian neighborhood, although it's less Italian and more diverse than decades passed.  It also has a reputation of being where the mob still has a presence, even past its heyday.  In fact, I was warned that there would be some "connected" people at the event, some of whom didn't care for each other.  Alas, there were no horses' heads or threats to make someone "swim with the fishes."  Well, maybe I didn't stay long enough for that.

I met a lot of people whose last names ended in a vowel - Murano, Lagambi, Giandonato, etc.  They were there to support the local girl, Joan Roman (wonder what happened to the "o" on the end of that last name?!?), who was involved with the film.  She was well-supported and obviously thrilled to have that support. 

When I got to Galdo's at 6pm, Joan greeted me warmly even though I didn't know her.  She said the movie would start around 7pm.  At 8pm it still hadn't started.  I was so tired and it was so smoky (yes,smoky because of a loophole in Philly's smoking ban) that I left.  I know, I know.  I heard it from everyone.  "It's only 8 o'clock!"  I was drained and had to go.  I never saw the movie but heard it was pretty good.

So what is being green with envy all about?  Because the hometown girl received the love and adoration of her family, friends, and community?  No.  Because she got to take a film to Cannes?  No.  Because, at 20-something, she is following a dream and not taking the conventional, safe route?  Yes.  Because while in Cannes she is living with a local family and they are cooking together, getting to know each other, and educating each other on being citizens of different countries?  Yes, Yes, YES! 

If my life were a movie, would I want to see it?  Certainly not when I'm green.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Thrillist...in a city near you?

It would seem to be a sad state of affairs that my source of news and entertainment this week has pretty much been the Metro (Philly).  But maybe I'm being a snob?  After all, this is the second blog this week about something from the Metro that excited...or even thrilled...me.
Thrillist (read that as "Thrill list") is a website that claims to use untold powers to find your city's gold: new, unknown, and inexcusably underappreciated finds, all free.  The  website invites us to gorge on its email smorgasboard every day: the newest eats, drinks, gear, travel and entertainment. 

It looks like they sometimes send out more than one email a day.  If you simply view online, however, you get the "digest" version.  I already found points of interest this way.  For example, Stephen Starr, the man who brought Philly Buddakan (and sent copies of it to Atlantic City and then NYC), has expanded his empire with a new Mexican restaurant called El Rey.  It's located at 20th and Chestnut at the site of the former Midtown IV.

The website has another nice feature.  If you select a story, it provides the Amazon-like feature ("Other readers who liked this book also liked...) of "People Who Dug This Article Were Also Into..."  This feature led me down a lazy river of other interesting information.

Thrillist is available for a number of cities including Atlanta, Austin, Boston, Chicago, Dallas, DC, Las Vegas, London, LA, Miami, NYC, San Fran, and Seattle.  So, even if your city isn't a Thrillist city, you can still check out the website to plan visits to any of those cities.  Just be aware that all of the categories (examples, Sex & Dating and Travel) may not be populated with ideas yet.

I began to look at the Thrillist NYC but decided it didn't make sense to do that.  As a non-resident now, I don't have immediate plans to return for a visit.  This will probably change in a few months but, for now, I have to get my thrills in Philadelphia and the surrounding 'burbs.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Wanderings

"Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike.
They've all gone to look for America."

Simon and Garfunkel, America

On the Turnpike heading south for the weekend. Stunning sunset. Not counting cars...this time. The song reminds me of a drive to Martha's Vineyard when I lived there for 3 months.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

It's soon going to be time

Another location change is coming. This time the work destination is unknown and I'm feeling OK about that. Planning the Great American Road Trip if there's not a job at the end of this adventure in the Big City/Big Apple. I've already mapped out the trip at a high level, including how I'll sleep in the back of the pickup to save money.

Will get practice at a mini-road trip in two weeks - including Frank Lloyd Wright's Taliesen West. If it's half the experience of Taliesen in Spring Green, Wisconsin, it will be more than special.