Bon Iver, Thank You for Making Music

 

I have a weird thing about prematurely sharing my favorite song on an album. I don’t like to give away my preferred tune, lest I unknowingly persuade the other person’s listening ear.Β  In fact, it goes both ways. If you have a favorite song and I have only listened to the album 2.5 times, then I don’t want to hear your choice. Not until I have listened to it many a time and formed my own thoughts about the songs. Call me cashews (nuts).

But, in this instance, I have no qualms about sharing my favorite song from Bon Iver’s latest self-titled album. It’s been out for a while so you (the three of you that read this blog and also listen to Bon Iver–you know who you are) have probably had a chance to determine your best loved tune(s). Holocene was an early favorite of mine and through countless listens I can assuredly* say that it remains so.

The official music video (above) is so wonderful. It encourages me to do two things:

  • Find a way, any way, to get myself to Iceland and skip around that marvelous, not-to-be-believed landscape
  • Snatch the little boy who features in the short film because he is adorable

 

*Disclaimer: Actually, I cannot promise that it will always and forever remain my favorite. A unique feature of Bon Iver’s music is its ability to constantly be reevaluated for magnificence, thus leading to unpredictable changes in favoritism.

First Day of School…for the 19th Time

I make school look good.

Yesterday was my first day of graduate school! Major huzzah. My first (and only class) of the day wasn’t until 4:00 so I had some time to reflect on what it was like to be back in school.

Ultimately, I am excited. Yes, there is some fear (it’s been over two years since I intellectually dialogued about literature) and apprehension, but more so, I am excited to be back in the classroom–as a student. Remember how I earned a degree in elementary education? I hardly do. I can hardly relate how wonderful it feels to be in the academic setting as a scholar, not as a woman wanting to pull my hair out (or set it on fire) while running after kiddos and thinking about two weeks worth of lesson plans, all whilst wearing sensible shoes. No. Thank. You.

As I sat through my three hours of Southern Literature I thought, I know this is where I am supposed to be. Ever since last spring when I was experiencing anxiety starting with my morning coffee and lasting until tucking myself in to bed at night, I have felt that things are coming together naturally for Charleston and I. The city is fantastic, the school and program are just what I was looking for, my assistantship with Illuminations magazine is just what I wanted (and didn’t even know it) my apartment is tipp topp super, and I am feeling that everything is just how it should be.

At this time last year I was starting to think about the possibility of graduate school. Now, I’m here! It’s amazing the way that things can come together in only a year.

Mennonites Have All the Fun

If that title didn’t catch your eye and make you want to read this post, then I should just pack up and get on with it. In fact, according to Rhoda Janzen’s memoir, Mennonite in a Little Black Dress, Mennonites have seemingly no fun at all. There’s no dancing, drinking, or smoking, they have little belief for higher education (more knowledge=more questions=more opportunity to doubt and/or question God), they pack mortifying school lunches of smelly leftovers, and we haven’t even touched on their sense of fashion. You’ll have to excuse the broad liberties I have taken in compiling that list, but it is not wholly unfounded. I had to come up with those ideas from some place. Janzen talks about these tribulations of the Mennonite lifestyle and more in her memoir, which I laughed my way

through.

photo courtesy of us.mcmillan.com

Janzen story starts with the traumatizing event of a hysterectomy at age 43. Well, it should be upsetting for most, but not Janzen. She feels an odd peace with the whole procedure, finding it not be a problem. The only setback is the small nick the surgeon accidentally puts in her bladder, sending her home with a catheter for six months following surgery. Ouch. A few short months after that her husband of fifteen years leaves her for a man called Bob, whom he met on Gay.com. Burn. In the same week she is involved in a car crash that breaks what might as well be her whole body. Catastrophe. Her best option? Return to her parent’s Mennonite community and get in touch with her unique and slightly misunderstood roots.

The story continues from there with Janzen detailing many facets of the Mennonite life and how she slowly strayed away from her background. While the stories are distinctive and unlike so much of what I’ve read, it’s her humor (and her mother’s) that propel the book forward. The incessantly upbeat and can-do attitude are striking. I’m not sure if I could pick up and carry on quite like she did. Additionally, she manages to interject humor seamlessly into stories about smelly borscht at the lunch table or her mother ripping farts in a department store (yes, that’s in there).

Interestingly, the book makes a shift about two-thirds of the way through. It moves from tales of the ol’ Mennonites to how she has overcome both her broken marriage and body. I didn’t necessarily see this transition coming and it took me slightly by surprise. But I was intrigued by her life lessons, which helped the book come full-circle.

By the end I was still thinking about one line that stuck with me from the fourth chapter. After considering whether her life would have been completely altered had she not ever had her first date with her now ex-husband she finally surmises that No, somehow she would have ended up with him anyway. Although fifteen years of her life came with abundant hurt from his bipolarity and emotional abuse that doesn’t upset her to the degree that it would most of us. She wonders, “Is it ever really a waste of time to love someone, truly and deeply, with everything you have?” What an amazing outlook to have on so much time that other people would deem a wasted! Her stories are hilarious, her humor is perfect, but I think it is her perspective that is most admirable.

Surely, you should read this book.

I Promise I Haven’t Abandoned the Blog

A full week and apparently I have had nothing to share. Fortunately, that is NOT true. Quite a bit has happened over the last week, hence the absence. Betwixt jaunts to Target, my re-re-re-introduction to fitness and running, and checking all sorts of items off my “To Do” list I have had hardly any time to update. So, really, you haven’t missed much unless you count rearranging the shelves in my room and near-daily trips to the beach (oh yeah, I live by the beach–how cool is that?!).

On top of all that moving-in goodness I have my first visitor! Adam arrived last Thursday and we have had a great couple of days exploring Charleston and many amazing parts of the city. We’ve certainly imbibed in some tasty wine and eaten our fair share of culinary delights here. It’s been especially great to share my new home with Adam and hopefully sweet-talk him into loving it as much as I do.

By the way, school starts this week. What?! How did that happen? Just the other day I was taking a nap in Thailand and next thing you know I’m glancing over a syllabus to check for reading assignments this week. There is not much left to do other than dive in, belly-flop style. Make a big splash and totally submerge myself into the student lifestyle. Get psyched: School is in session.

On the Move

Thanks to Jack I have had some fresh tunes as of late. Ultimate Playlist #11 is a great set of tracks that has been keeping my head bobbing and toe tapping since my arrival back in the States. I walked around Charleston listening to it today and had to stop myself from gettin’ down to this song. Hope you enjoy!

 

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I Can Read!

It has been f-o-r-e-v-e-r since I updated my Book It page, so I finally sat down and recalled some of the books I read this summer. I am going to re-post it here for fear that you won’t actually open the Book It tab. So why not just make it easier?!

I finished Lit earlier this afternoon and felt slightly overwhelmed and exhausted. What an intense (and excellent) book! I started reading it whilst in the middle of The Wisdom of Whores, which I will get back to tomorrow (or even tonight if I am feeling ambitious). I picked up Whores in Singapore, mostly because I was intrigued by the title. Don’t let it fool you though, it is not a collection of stories from prostitutes and “women of the night.” The book instead gives an inside look at the AIDS industry and the failed efforts to promote education and prevention. Elizabeth Pisani worked mostly in Indonesia and Southeast Asia as an epidemiologist studying the rapid growth of HIV and the people most afflicted by it: sex workers, gay men, and drug injectors. Pisani writes with humor and knowledge, keeping the reader engaged in material that could otherwise turn mind-numbing. After Lit I think I will be ready to dive back in to finish the second half of the book.

 

Currently Reading: The Wisdom of Whores by Elizabeth Pisani

 

 

Just Finished:

 

This book gave me the rare ability to read tens of pages without ever looking to see what page number I was on. I was so involved in Mary Karr’s struggle with alcoholism, writer’s block, depression, a violent past, and a failing marriage, none of which I can say are a part of my own life. That’s how engaging Karr is. Her passionate Texan character shines through, though not in a way that turned me off. Rather, I enjoyed her wily spirit and inner outlaw. A highly recommended read.

photo courtesy of freebooksearch.net

Oh, Tina, how I love thee. I knew I would love this book the moment I bought it. That moment was laying on Yao Beach in Koh Samui, Thailand. Sprawled out on the sand I immediate began my howling, snorting, shoulder-shaking laughter. Fey is simply hilarious. Her memoir chronicles life has a teen hanging out with gay men and women alike, joining Second City in Chicago, and finally making her way to NYC where she is thrust into world at 30 Rockefeller. She is open and honest about the pros and cons of being a working mother as well as the 12 sacred steps in her beauty routine, which had me walking back to my hotel room so I wouldn’t make a fool of myself laughing out loud by the pool. Please, please pick up this book.

photo courtesy of thinkprogress.org

 

I purchased this novel on my Kindle well over a year ago and finally “opened” it on my trip to Thailand. The story within a story had me guessing from the beginning. I found the plot to focus more on character development rather than action, a nice deviation from so many books that seem to be early drafts of a screenplay. Atwood creates excellent characters who the reader may not always be sympathetic toward, but want to root for in the end anyway. If you are looking for something a little different with nary an action scene, do read this one.

photo courtesy of onlineingles.com

 

Oh my, where to start? I saw this book in several locations: Target, Barnes & Noble, Kindle Recommends, yet never picked it up. I had a couple other books in rotation throughout the summer and always passed it by. Finally before departing for Thailand I grabbed it along with a set of Banangrams and began reading it on the plane over. Cutting for Stone captivated me. Marian and Shiva’s story is 180 degrees from mine, yet I still found myself drawn to these twins and their remarkable experiences. Verghese comes from both a literary and medical background and his ability to capture the intricacies of surgery and life in Ethiopia with no pretense gave the book a credibility lost from much new fiction. I found Cutting for Stone to be emotionally gripping and a refreshing deviation from my usual page-turners. A Must Read.

Photo Courtesy of betterworldbooks.com

 

Several years ago I read Atonement by Ian McEwan and have been meaning to pick up another book by him since. I ran into the same predicament in Solar as I did in Atonement: the first chunk of the book goes by slowly and is stuffed with hard to follow internal dialogue and back-story. It’s interesting but not necessarily engaging. Then, something shifts and the book takes off. How does he do this? Is it the tone? I’m not sure. In any event, around page eighty I was into and could hardly put it down. McEwan effortlessly writes about a 1-800-struggling middle-aged man who suffers at the hand of his own greed and ambition. The novel has sharp wit, and interjections of humor that arrive at just the right time. I got lost in some of the scientific jargon, but that doesn’t really matter too much, now does it?

 

Jonathan Franzen amazes me again. The first book I read this year was Freedom and I was eager to get my hands on this gem. Written nine years prior it is clear that this is the same author with the same style. Yet boredom or monotony is never an issue. Franzen excels at dialogue and the painful, wincing conversations had among the family members in this novel are shining stars. This book will make you appreciate the (hopefully) loving, loyal, sane family you have. Cherish them for you are lucky.

I’m HeeeeEEEERRrrree!!

Yes! I am in Charleston! I have an apartment and it has a new roommate, some of her things, some of my things, and ME! Mom, Dad and Courtney just left moments ago to head to Boston to do the same move-in process for her (how do they do it?!) and I am now alone to enjoy this new place I will call home for (at least) two years. I still have some things to do (I have absolutely no groceries to call my own, unless you count wine) but I am very excited to feel a little more settled in.

Um, it’s beautiful here. And it’s hot. Hot HOT HOTT. I actually might think it’s hotter here than in Thailand. Whoa. But, I will get used to it. Or I will suffer through it and then snigger at everyone at home when it’s negative whatever there and barely getting down to forty here. That will be nice.

I’m about to meet with one of my professors to discuss my graduate assistanship. I can’t remember if I told you that I earned an assistantship, so if this is a repeat, bear with me. For roughly ten hours a week I will help edit and publish an international literary magazine that has recently found its home here. The magazine has been in publication for over 25 years and has had its fair share of important literary contributors. After my meeting I will know more about the magazine and my duties so I will fill you in as we go, but I am very excited to be working on a project like this. As of now, editing and publishing are areas I hope to explore with my fancy degree (counting my chickens before they’ve hatched), and I think this will be the perfect introduction.

This is all very scattered because I can’t seem to wrangle my brain and let it just sit for a while. My mind has been moving like a maniac over the last few days and I am looking forward to a semi-relaxing afternoon.

I’m Packing My…U-Haul

Like a criminal I suppose I just can’t stay in one place for too long. I’ve been home for barely a week and here I am preparing to leave yet again. At least this time I will be staying in the country.

Over the past few days I have been simultaneously enjoying Kansas City and the pieces of the city I missed in July and will miss over the next few months (mostly food related–and people I suppose) and packing up my room to head out. Tomorrow my family and I head east to Charleston. By the end of the weekend I hope to be settled in my apartment with a brand new roommate.

I feel like I should be more stressed or panicked or freaked out. For reasons that aren’t totally defined I feel oddly calm about my relocation. Part of me is so ready for this change and exciting development that the fear component is all but hidden by my eagerness. I am just so excited. Another part feels like I’ve done this before; I have packed up a certain amount of my room and my life and shipped it off to a completely different area (does anyone remember Switzerland?). Because of that, maybe I don’t feel as scared or nervous as I would had this been the first time I’ve done this? I think most of all I am just ready to do this. I am ready for the challenge and “newness” of Charleston and graduate school and, dare I say, adulthood.

Today I have quite a bit of packing and organizing to do. Surely tomorrow I will remember something fiercely important that I didn’t do to prepare and will be scrambling around like a maniac. But until Operation Panic I think I will enjoy the last full day here in Kansas City before embarking on the 19 hour road trip.

How to Have the Perfect “Bachelorette” Date

Now, I am not going to claim to be an expert on all things “Bachelorette.” I’m a fair-weather fan by anyone’s standard. I try to stay away from the show, and I managed to do just that for several seasons. But just like a hard drug (crack kills!), when I get my first taste I’m hooked. This season it happened when the gang went to Thailand. I thought it would be an excellent way to research the area before heading there myself later this summer. Actually that’s not even true, but it would make for a nice educational tie-in, don’t you think? In truth, when my aunt was visiting I tuned in with her to scout for any Bentley drama, thus an addiction was born.

I haven’t had a chance to watch the finale yet (don’t worry, I have it on DVR) but I was thinking yesterday about how I would like the show to conclude and I reflected on her past dates. A couple of lounge chairs sitting under the big tree in my backyard spurred me to think about “Bachelorette” dates and their eery similarities. At this point, having watched many a season, including this drama-filled one, I am confident I could help any gal create the perfect date that would make any Bachelorette proud.

This could be you! photo couresy of whogotvotedoff.net

Step 1: Set it Somewhere Improbable and Über-Romantic

More often than not the setting should be an idyllic beach nook or seaside cliff, always with a single table for two. The table should be elaborately set with linens, dishware, labels, cue cards, whatever. Fire (such as tiki torches, a fire pit, or flame-throwers) is optional and should not be used until the second date, after which you will be required to kiss. Later in the courtship, once the romance has gone international, feel free to include dancers, acrobats, mimes, and/or magicians into the evening program.

Step 2: Always Use White Wine

White wine is requisite for a “Bachelorette” date. Don’t worry, you don’t actually have to drink it. As my friend Andrew says, “What’s the point of white wine anyway?” Well, maybe that’s a little harsh; some varietals can be quite tasty. But, the point is you only have to take a sip or two. This comes right after the “cheers” to which you celebrate the beautiful and artificial surroundings and your chance to “finally get to know one another.” Why white wine? It doesn’t stain your teeth like the more delectable red wine and has a lower alcohol content, therefore preventing the none-to-attractive sloppy drunk. Chances are you will be crying at some point in the night. Let’s just try to prolong it a bit.

Insert couple here. photo courtesy of korosunresort.com

Step 3: Prepare the Meal

OK, that’s obviously a joke. You aren’t preparing anything. Simply pick up some already prepared foods at Dean and Deluca, or if you’re on a budget, Price Chopper. The food should then be artfully displayed on your finest plates (go out and buy some if necessary) and commence getting ready. Of course, all this food should be sitting on the table long before your date even comes over. Don’t worry if sauces and/or cheeses start congealing. Like the wine, you won’t be eating much of it anyway. Should you need to take a few bites ensure that both your food and your date’s has been cut up prior to the meal. You would not want to risk an errant piece of food flying from the plate and ruining your outfit.

Step 4: Choose an Outfit

Choosing your ensemble could be the most important decision of your life. An overstatement? Perhaps. But you really should put some thought and care into what you wear (I sense a mantra!). This outfit should cost a small fortune. Obviously, it should be some kind of designer label, but never, NEVER divulge that you are wearing name-brand; keep your tact intact. If it doesn’t exactly fit or is not comfortable don’t fret, you will never wear it again. True Bachelorettes wear their outfits once. How mortifying is a repeat offender, right? Naturally, what you choose should highlight your best assets. This season it is the Bachelorette’s legs. So hike up the skirt, pull down the neckline, or roll up the sleeves. If you got it, flaunt it.

Can you feel the romance from here? photo courtesy of okmagazine.com

Step 5: Engage in “Meta-” Conversations

The dialogue is more than a little cringe-worthy on the show, therefore yours should be as well. Captivate your suitor with conversations about the progress of your relationship. Some starters include, “So how are you feeling about Us?” “What did you think about today (assuming you went on some sort of extreme-sports, team-building date in the afternoon)?” “Is there anything you want to talk about?” I especially like that last one for its vagueness and open-ended nature. Allow your date to answer any and all of these questions and make him feel like he is saying the most special things you have ever heard. Your pose should include a nodding, tilted head, perhaps resting on your hand, and focused, sparkling eyes. All Bachelorettes know to mention the “process” of dating several times during the conversation, i.e. “How are you feeling about this whole process?” Feel free to add in “like” as many times as you feel necessary, e.g. “So, like, how you are feeling about this whole, like, process? You know?”

Step 6: Wrap it Up

At the conclusion of the date always exclaim, “This was the most romantic night of my life!” Because, in all honesty, it was. At least until the next date tomorrow night.