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NPR Insight: Boy Next Door
Every morning I lay in bed for a few minutes and check social media feeds and news sites. It's a morning routine I have that helps me wake up and prepare me for the day.
Two days ago during my morning routine, I stumbled across a trailer for a new Jennifer Lopez movie that is being released soon. The film is about a middle-aged woman who has an brief, illicit affair with her teenage neighbor-- only for the young man to lose his mind and repeatedly threaten her once she ends their relationship.
I agree, utterly ridiculous!
After watching the trailer, I thought to myself, "As humorous as that was, I will never get those two and a half minutes of my life back."
Which is why I was intrigued this morning when I came across an NPR article that covered this new movie. I thought to myself, "NPR? Interesting. Why would they cover such garbage?"
This hilarious article is by NPR's Pop Culture contributor Laura Holmes. Once I read her view points, I was glad I had seen the trailer-- I wouldn't have been able to appreciate Holmes' humor otherwise!
The trailer is attached to this article, so if you haven't seen it yet be sure to watch it first that way you can understand the 20 "great" things about the preview. I guarantee it will make you laugh.
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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword
By Matt at the Daily Telegraph.
'Je Suis Charlie'
The world was shocked yesterday. And I think it is safe to say it is still shocked today.
An act of "exceptional barbarity" happened to 12 magazine editors and cartoonists in retaliation for their expression.
Here are cartoons that were printed this morning--from around the world-- that expresses their grief and solidarity with the victims.
Ruben Oppenheimer from The Netherlands
David Pope, from the Canberra Times in Australia.
"Take up your arms, comrades!" By Francisco J. Olea
Carlos Latuff, Brazil
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And All That Jazz...
I have always loved jazz music. But lately, I just can’t get enough.
It is all I listen to.
I honestly have no idea what songs are popular now on the top charts because for the last month my radio is only on “40s on 4.” This station plays the best jazz, big band, and early pop music.
If you have Sirius XM radio, check it out. If not, find a local station that plays jazz or sync your iPod with it. Believe me, as you are driving, or cooking, or cleaning the house you will notice a difference in your mood. Classic, early 20th century jazz and big band music has a way of giving you a lighter, happier mood.
I doubt you will be disappointed.
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2014 Book Reflection
In 2014, I read 25 books.
Believe it or not I was very disappointed by this number. Next year, I hope to reach closer to 40 or 50 books. But, to cut myself a little slack, I was in college the first part of the year which meant less time for leisurely reading and more time on heavy reading like Chaucer, Sociolinguistic articles, and Realist novels.
I looked over my list of books from this year. I realized that even though the number is small, the depth and sentiment of some of them were strong. I know the books on this list will forever sit on my shelf. I will gift them (not my copies of course, I will buy new ones) so that others may experience what I did when reading them.
The Boston Girl, by Anita Diamant.
This novel was released in early December. I am a big Diamant fan-- the Red Tent is my favorite book of all time-- and when I discovered over the summer that she was releasing a new novel, I immediately pre-ordered it off Amazon. For those of you who know me, you know this is not something I normally do. For starters, new releases are often first released in hardback. I am a paperback girl. Also, I prefer to buy used books or older ones: they are cheaper.
But Diamant is one of my favorite authors, and I just couldn’t resist. And I am glad I didn’t.
I read this novel in two days. That’s two days of work, an interview, and visits with friends in between the reading sessions. I stayed up late and woke up early in the morning to keep reading this book.
The heroine of this novel is Adie Baum.
Adie is a writer. A first generation American (her family migrated to the States from Eastern Europe) in the early 20th century, Adie is ahead of her time. She works, she is educated, and she isn’t a teenage bride. She decides what and who she wants, and feels no shame in doing so. Her heart is good, too. She is compassionate. Her life is complicated, but exciting. It’s a worthwhile adventure.
Diamant knows how to write women. She knows how to write their strengths and their weaknesses-- and whatever flaw they may have never takes away the love and admiration the reader feels for them.
Which leads me to my next book choice…
2) Day After Night, by Anita Diamant.
This was a tough read at times. Not because it is subpar by any means, but this novel is based post World War II. The story is centered around Holocaust survivors living in an internment camp under British rule while the State of Israel is being developed. While men are present, the narrative is seen through four different women’s eyes-- all European-Jewish women, but from different backgrounds. Each woman had a different experience during WWII; but each experience was heartbreaking and traumatic.
The strength, resilience, and faith of each woman is inspiring.
This book is an older one (2010). I found it on the shelves at the library. I don’t know how I ever missed it! But I am I found it; or perhaps it found me? Either way, it has a special place in my book-lover soul.
3) I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts On Being A Woman, by Nora Ephron.
Hilarious. Witty. Insightful. Brilliant.
These are just a few words to describe Ephron’s work of non-fiction.
I read this in two hours on the plane from Phoenix to Washington D.C. I couldn’t stop. I laughed out loud like an idiot in front of everyone-- but I didn’t care, just kept on going.
Ephron delivers a humorous spin on the pains of being a women.
Don’t get me wrong, being a woman is fun. But there are some tribulations: maintenance (from hair, to clothes, to nails), periods, menopause, kids, cooking, and just the everyday frustrations of life.
Ephron’s voice is fantastic. Her delivery is impeccable.
Ephron had a great track record: she wrote the screenplays for the films When Harry Met Sally and Silkwood. She worked for the big time U.S. newspapers. She won countless awards for her talent.
She died in 2012. My mom cried. And if I knew then how brilliant and talented she was then, I would have, too.
4) Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn
It was a movie this year. And I even though I have not seen it yet, I am willing to bet that the book was better. Of course, isn’t it always?
This book scared me, humored me, and angered me all at once. I hated Amy, I understood Amy, I loved Amy. I hated Nick, I understood Nick, I loved Nick. Needless to say, I didn’t pick a side between these two. They were both… off? Odd? Immature? Crazy? Spiteful?
Entertaining.
I stayed up until 2AM some nights, waiting to find out what Amy was going to do next to punish her philandering husband. Or when Nick was going to realize his evil, demented wife’s schemes.
I can’t remember the last time a book thrilled me so much. I felt that I was there with them. Riding down an empty route towards the unknown; digging for clues in an old shed; sweating under the scrutiny of the paparazzi and reporters.
How often can one say a book does this to them?
5) Traveling with Pomegranates, by Sue Monk Kidd and Ann Kidd Taylor
My favorite myth is the Greek myth about the creation of the season: Persephone, Demeter, and Hades are the center characters. I don’t know why I have always gravitated to this myth, but it is special to me. I have read retellings of the myth, found artwork centered around the ancient story, and I found this nonfiction piece (by total chance while I was checking in books at the library).
This book-- novel? memoir? nonfiction?-- is written by acclaimed author Sue Monk Kidd and her equally talented daughter Ann. Their relationship and individual experiences mirror that of Demeter and Persephone. They write in such an honest and humble manner of their life experiences, their blessings, their hardships, and their triumphs in life.
While this is not a myth retelling I normally read, I was fascinated by their modern take on a dynamic and complicated mother-daughter relationship, as well as the inspiring manner in which they write about femininity.
I realize that these books are centered around women and female experiences. In the words of my African American literature professor in college, these works are “gyno-centric.” But whether you are a man or a woman, it’s hard to deny the brilliance of each author and their art.
Anyway, I hope these books in 2015 bring you the same joy they brought me in 2014. Happy New Year, everyone!
So, what are you doing with your life?
I get this question often and by everyone. It can be at a family reunion, during a coffee date with an old friend, while I am working at the library and checking out 80 DVDs to a patron...
Most 20-somethings and recent graduates hear this question. And it is a scary question to hear. Us younger folk immediately think, "Do they want to know what I want to do for the rest of my life? Hell, even I don't know that! But is that wrong?"
I breathe, count to five (I try to make this pause seem like a deep, contemplative 'I'm a philosophical person' pause) and I tell them what I'm doing: "I work at a library as a Desk Assistant and Reference Librarian." (which is one of the three jobs I have, but this is the job I work the most during the week)
I normally get a funny face and a response like, "You get paid for that?" or, "That must be a quiet and boring job." and my personal favorite, "I bet you just sit there and read all day, huh?"
Yes, no, and no.
It might not sound like a lively job, but it is. I meet a lot of interesting people. I have unlimited access to wonderful literary and technological resources, and I work with fantastic and brilliant people. I have even started researching Masters Programs in Library Sciences with the hope that I can create a career in this field.
A few nights ago I was watching the 1999 film, The Mummy. I watch this series at least once a year (only The Mummy and The Mummy Returns-- I ignore the third film that was made). I realized that I should start telling people what I do for a living like this. Since many people seem to not think being a Librarian is a real, lovely, and fascinating job I shall do my best to convince them otherwise.
From now on I shall shout, "I... Am a Librarian!"
And we shall see if people realize that it is a real job to be proud of.
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Art for Art's Sake: Hand Prints
I have become enamored with hands.
I find that much of the art and photography I re-pin, re-blog, stare at, notice, remember, and think about center around hands. Whether it be an intimate portrait of a set, or a creation made with subtle imprints.
Here are two artists who I find to be absolutely brilliant. They do not use a camera, or digital technology, or a paint brush, or an oil pastel, or a piece of clay to create something. They have blackened their hands and use their fingers, nails, and palms (and, in the case of one artist, feet) to create epic artworks on massive canvases.
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Stone Soup: Bookstore & Café
For years now my family has frequently visited a small bookstore/cafe in Downtown Waynesboro, Virginia. The owner converted a modest home into an eclectic, cozy shoppe: Stone Soup.
Each room has at least one dining room table with floor to ceiling bookshelves on each wall. The shelves hold books new and used of all genres.
I was devastated last week when I heard from a relative that the cafe/bookstore (of my dreams) was closing. I made it my mission to visit Stone Soup one last time before it closed its doors officially on December 31. My dear friend accompanied me on the two-hour trip from Northern Virginia.
When we walked in, the place was buzzing, loud, crowded, and warm. I was instantly struck by the smell of curry-- it was in the soup du jour. Simply divine.
I had the soup with a turkey club that was smothered in raspberry sauce while my friend had a 3 cheese sandwich-- goat, swiss, and cheddar. Sigh. We ended our delicious meal with a creamy, light chocolate mousse that had a kick of chili powder to it and a dollop of whip cream on top.
Stone Soup’s motto is: Read, Eat, Local. And they hold to it. After eating what I consider to be a true farm-to-table meal, we began to browse the shop. It was filled with flyers and sample pieces of work of local artists and writers. In the far corner of one of the book-rooms, a local artisan was working on a vase on his pottery wheel. He shared a rather hilarious story to us:
He was asked to teach the local teenagers at the Juvenile Detention Center about how to make pottery. The morning he was assigned to do this, he was “horribly hungover” and was having difficulty focusing. He explained, in some cultures a pottery wheel spins to the left and in other cultures it spins to the right. The one at the detention center was spinning to the right. In his hungover state he was utterly confused by the wheel and exclaimed “Shit!” in front of the students while he was trying to understand what was happening. “It’s a technical term,” he told them, jokingly of course. After a moment of silent shock, the ice broke, laughter erupted, and a community was instantly formed in the class.
Moral of the story? In my opinion, the moral is that art-- visual or literary-- can bring all types of people from all types of backgrounds together.
I feel that Stone Soup did this. It brought the locals, the tourists, the free-spirited artists, the traditional religious-- you name it-- all together. This place was the essence of warmth and comfort.
In this new, technological age, it is difficult for the print world to keep up. Stone Soup is a victim of the times. I will miss this unique cafe desperately. It was a beautiful idea, a beautiful place. Even when the doors are closed, Stone Soup will still be cherished.
Recipe: Rugelach
Ah, Rugelach. Such a delicious pastry.
I grew up with Rugelach in the house. My dad loves it, so my grandma always sent boxes to us; they were made at a bakery by her house. Virginia bakeries aren't known for Jewish pastries... But this one was good enough to satisfy New Yorkers-- to me, that says a lot about the baker.
Hanukkah is approaching, and I decided I was going to go all out with the cooking this week to celebrate. Latkes, Matzo Ball Soup, and Rugelach are on the menu for this week (if anyone has suggestions on other festive treats, let me know and I will try making those as well)!
I decided to get a head start on the Rugelach today since I am attending a Hanukkah party tomorrow.
I searched Pinterest, and found this recipe.
After I made them, my dad ate 8. He loved them (like I said, if a New York/New Jersey native likes your version of Rugelach, you've done well).
This was a huge success! I highly recommend it!
Art for Art's Sake: 100-year-old models
If you were to look at Anastasia Pottinger's website, you would see that she normally documents the life of a child. But in this photo series, Pottinger captures the physical beauty of centenarians.
Some of these photos can disturb a viewer. But, as one wise man said, "art is meant to comfort the disturbed, and disturb the comfortable."
This portrait series truly is a work of art. Life is so rarely captured like this; especially on a woman.
Quick & Rainy Weekend Trip
My mom and I took a small road trip to Virginia Tech to visit my brother this past weekend. It was wonderful to see the mountains again.
The only downside: the rain.
Rainy weather can be quite relaxing for a few days… If you are inside. When you are driving, dealing with rain can be very exhausting.
Nonetheless, the mountains and the rivers flowing between them held a magical, ethereal quality to them. It must have been the fog that hugged them.
The gray skies made them appear evermore blue.
While I prefer to take road trips in safer and more aesthetically pleasant conditions, I was happy to see the mountains again. I can’t see them from where I live now…
Product Review: Chai Design
December is here, which means it’s time to start shopping for gifts! Whether you give gifts for Christmas or Chanukah, there is a brand new boutique that carries items for both holidays that is worth checking out.
Chai Design (Chai is pronounced, “Hi!” Which means “life” in Hebrew) is a unique boutique that offers personalized items to fit every special occasion.
Whether you are gifting something to your Yogi friend, a special neighbor, a favorite teacher, or a long-distance relative, Chai Design offers a diverse selection of items, making shopping for the holidays easier and more personal.
Chai Design creates products that are high quality, budget friendly, and best fit the customer. This is a great opportunity to support a small business. Check out their shop on Etsy and find the perfect gift for your loved one this year.
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A Lyric Essay: The Psychology Test
My brother, a psychology major at Virginia Tech, gave me a psychology test-- verbally. "You are to imagine," he said, "a road." As he asked me various questions, this is what I pictured. Apparently, the answers reveal certain aspects of my personality:
It is dusk.
It had rained the night before.
The ground is wet under my bare feet. The grass is cold.
A slight fog hangs on the air.
Sunlight begins to break through it.
I see the road ahead. It is an unpaved road.
Dirt; compact, wet, wide.
Untouched.
Barren.
I slowly descend down the road that appears to never end. The curves ahead hold a mystery—I can’t see where I’m going.
And soon I won’t see where I’ve been.
Trees line the road. It is still too dark out to look through them—but they have a comforting presence.
“Is this life?” I whisper. My voice hardly makes a sound. There is no echo. No remains of those words: but my mind vibrates from them, my heart pounds.
I close my eyes.
I know the answer.
I begin to move.
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I slowly walk down the path.
I come across a log.
It is short and wide.
I desire a fire.
This log does not bother me. I simply walk around it and continue on my path.
This is not an obstacle.
I move on.
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As I walk, I come across a bear.
A mother bear.
Large. Dark. Deadly.
I stand and stare—afraid to move, afraid to breathe.
Will she attack?
I am vulnerable.
I am alone.
She does not notice me. She continues on her journey—
Leaving the trail. Going back to the forest.
I stand still for a moment more.
A chill runs through me.
My eyes well. I feel out of place.
I stay like this for a few more moments, until—
My world becomes centered again.
The path becomes clear.
I move on.
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As I continue to walk, I come across a cup.
Its shape resembles a coffee mug.
Porcelain.
A beautiful color—intricate designs.
But it has dirt on it.
Perhaps it has been in the mud for too long.
I pick up the cup and take it with me.
My plan is to give it new life.
To give it the purpose it was meant to have.
The past is over now—
(But when is it appropriate to move on?)
And I shall help it start anew.
I move on.
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With my cup in my hand, I eventually come across a lake.
I stand and gaze—in wonder.
It looks inviting, refreshing… But cold.
I hold the cup closer to my chest—I move into myself.
I know if I go into the water, I will be exposed.
I approach the lake. I wash off my cup.
It is beautiful. It glows. It is cleansed.
I move on.
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As I walk, I find the key.
It is an antique.
A skeleton key.
The key to everything.
The answers lie within the key.
Now—
I move on.
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The gate ahead resembles the key.
It is old.
It has been hidden.
It holds the answers.
The key fits the lock.
(Have I reached the end of the path already?)
I open the gate and walk through.
A quiet comes.
A calmness.
I let out a breath I did not know I was holding.
My chest feels lighter.
I look around—
It is a field.
Serene. Quiet. Empty.
The sun is not bright—the color of this space is matted.
No exposure.
No expectations.
A small smile graces—
I am home.
This is what I have always moved toward.
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Fashion Alert: The Classic Look
I have always been a fan of the Jackie Kennedy/Audrey Hepburn look.
The ballet flats. The straight pants. The soft colors.
There is a reason why this fashion style is most known as "Classic." And I am happy that Classic fashion has been in high demand the past few seasons.
In the colder months, I always feel more like myself. My winter wardrobe best represents a Classic, clean-cut style than my summer wardrobe does. My winter style reflects the Old Hollywood starlets that I have always looked up to. Lady-like, but with a bit of a masculine flare that symbolizes strength and edge.
Ladies, let's look to the past for inspiration on all things related to fashion and style-- it's best not to change perfection.
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Yoga by Candace
As you all know, I have practiced yoga for 5 years now. Admittedly, I have practiced mainly in studios, classrooms, and workshops. I have never been great about getting out of bed in the morning at sunrise or carving out some time in my afternoon to practice yoga at home.
Since I began training to be a Yoga Instructor, I made a promise to myself to become better about an at-home practice, even if I can only practice for 15 minutes.
After researching on the internet (mainly, Pinterest), I found Yoga by Candace (YBC).
YBC is a great resource for yoga instructional videos, healthy recipes, and yoga advice. Candace is a highly-qualified, international yoga instructor with a wonderful teaching style.
I have been watching her yoga videos online weekly-- almost daily, now. She has a variety of classes offered online; from meditation, to power yoga.
You can be at a beginner or advanced level in yoga and find yourself fulfilled and at peace after practicing with Candace.
Namasté and goodnight, everyone.
Life & Style Icon: Audrey Hepburn
I have always loved Audrey Hepburn. I was about 8 years old the first time I saw one of her movies. I believe it was Breakfast at Tiffany's; which, is widely inappropriate for a child to watch, but that's not my point.
My point is, Audrey has always been an inspiration for me. Her style, her charm, her talent, her good-heart... Today, she graces the walls of my bedroom, frequently appears on my Pinterest account and is often mentioned in conversations with close friends and family.
Most women my age love her. (What's not to love?) So, in many ways, this post should be of no surprise.
But, I just wanted to take a moment to appreciate her.
She was utterly breathtaking.
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Recipe: French Apple Cobbler
For Thanksgiving, I decided to put myself in charge of the dessert. We had back-up, store bought pies and brownies available; but it was up to me to create the dessert this year. This was the first year I had the responsibility of making a dish for a holiday meal.
I decided I was going to make a homemade apple pie. I had made it twice before (the first time, a disaster; the second time, a masterpiece) and my sweet Maw-Maw had been so impressed that I made the piecrust from scratch, I wanted to show her my newly found baking skills in person. My parents had ordered the Thanksgiving meal rather than making it this year (since it is always a stressful meal to make), so my apple pie was going to be one of the only homemade dishes…
The apple filling turned out well—no problems whatsoever. But the piecrust was a complete failure. The dough was too crumbly to roll, and as I kept working with it (adding a bit of ice water; smashing the crumbly bits into a lopsided ball) the dough became tough.
I asked Maw-Maw for help. My homemade pie was a disaster—flashbacks to the episode of Friends when Rachel screwed up the trifle went through my mind (but, hey, at least I didn’t add beef and onions).
“Now, Jamie, like anything in life—but especially with cooking—always have a plan B,” she told me.
She pulled out the recipe book she made my mom of classic, homemade goodies and found the perfect apple pie substitute—French Apple Cobbler.
We worked in the kitchen together for the first time that I can remember. I have always sat on the sidelines in the kitchen, opting to clean up or pour the wine for everyone when it gets too heated. Now, I have a wonderful memory of cooking with my Maw-Maw—and that’s a memory I will always cherish.
The French Apple Cobbler was a huge success—it was gone within 24 hours (and that’s with 3 others desserts to choose from!). Honestly, the cobbler tasted better than the pie would have—the ruined piecrust was a blessing in disguise.
I highly recommend the dessert—especially for the upcoming holidays in December! The cobbler is great with a dollop of Cool-Whip or a bit of Vanilla Ice Cream.
Filling:
5 cups peeled apples
¾ cup of sugar
2 tablespoons flour
½ teaspoon cinnamon
¼ teaspoon salt
1-teaspoon vanilla
1-teaspoon soft butter
Batter:
½ cup of flour
½ cup of sugar
½ teaspoon baking powder
¼ teaspoon salt
2-tablespoon soft butter
1 egg slightly beaten
Make filling in a medium sized bowl. Combing apples, sugar, flour, cinnamon, salt, vanilla, and ¼ cup of water. Turn into 9x9 baking dish. Dot apples with butter. Mix batter with a wooden spoon until smooth, drop batter in spoonfuls over apples. Batter will spread when baking. Bake at 375 for 35-40 minutes, or until fork tender.