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Month: December 2010

Housebound and Pretty Happy About It

I have been feeling puny. Not exactly sick, anymore, but still very puny. Germs hit most people and result in a cough, sinus attack, GI issues, etc. Days later, it seems to go away and all is well. Lucky. If whatever the germ is attacks waist up, guaranteed I will be dealing with it for weeks.

And so I am enjoying my first ever week off work between Christmas and New Years and spending the whole time getting winded from going up the steps. Wonder Boy goes to work (ha!) and comes home asking what I did. Answer: nothing. “You must be getting stir crazy,” he says. Nope. In fact, yesterday I went out to volunteer at the animal rescue and it did me in!

On the upside, I have watched more Law & Order SVU than I know what to do with and am caught up on reading. I just finished SuperFreakonomics by Steven Levitt and Stephen Dubner. I tell you more about it soon when I do blatant self-promotion and link to the review I am writing for a site in England.

“Site in England?” you ask. Yes, that’s right. I am writing internationally now. I’ll fill you in on that soon.

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Buttcracker

Last night I went to see the Buttcracker with some friends. A girl I know is in the ballet so it was exciting to get to see her and bring her flowers at intermission, making her feel like a famous ballerina. And now I’ve seen my first ballet. Check!

But this ballet thing… I have some questions. 1) The guy who played the Nutcracker had his junk on display for everyone and it was very disturbing. How does a guy get used to that? 2) The Rat People … what was that about?

Can you tell I was slightly distracted? I might not become a ballet super fan, but the experience was well worth it. And I may never again have the chance to say, “See that girl? I know her!”

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A Call To Men

This was a powerful video. People should check it out.

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Don’t Recreate Old memories – Create New Ones

Last weekend Wonder Boy and I went on a short getaway to celebrate what I think is our only free weekend for a 3 months stretch. When selecting our getaway locale, we had some specific criteria:

  • We wanted to go somewhere we knew no one
  • We had to go somewhere only a short drive away
  • We didn’t want to spend a lot of cash

At the suggestion of Wonder Boy, and I need to stress that he was the one to bring it up even though it sounds like a very Me idea, we went to Athens. It was perfect! It even had a Holiday Inn where we could redeem some points and get a free night’s stay.

Now I know I have discussed the infinite fabulousness of Athens and Ohio University on multiple occasions (here, here and here). You could say I’m obsessed. But I can’t help it. When I go there I just feel happy, accepted and comfortable.

We were lucky enough to have our weekend getaway on the same weekend as a nice snowstorm. And Wonder Boy was recovering from a wicked cold. So, our outings were even more limited. We walked around town, explored the old sanitarium, walked through the Kennedy Museum of Art and drove down back country roads. We also enjoyed some of the best things Athens has to offer, in my opinion: great places to eat (Mmmm Casa!) and many, many great places to drink.

Prior to going I had a little checklist in my head of the bars we had to visit, the specialty drinks I had to have, etc. On our second night, a Sunday evening, we went to my absolute favorite Athens bar, the Cat’s Eye. As soon as we walked in I went to the jukebox and played the tow requisite songs: Hurricane by Bob Dylan and Crazy Game of Poker by OAR. I can’t describe how many times I listened to those songs in that bar at college.

So here’s the thing about going back to your old college. Now you’re old. But the students aren’t. So I was very self-conscience about my song selections and how they would go over with the 10 or so bar patrons. A guy walked into the bar and the first words out of his mouth were, “Who picked this song?” I sort of held my breath and waved. He came over and gave me a high five! Turns out I might be old, but that 21-year-old boy (as of Friday night) and all of the other folks at the bar loved my music tastes. Wonder Boy’s, too. I can’t stress this enough. We got lots of high fives and requests to pick more music. At one point everyone in the bar (all 10 of them) was dancing!

I went to OU wanting to go back to my old haunts and remember all the great times I had in college. Instead, I made memories there. Fabulous memories. And I think Wonder Boy (not an OU grad) made some of his own. If he can get past how he felt the next day…

I’ve already posted this but here is another link to a song I couldn’t get out of my head all weekend: Tilt Ya Head Back OU.

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She’s Crafty, She’s Just My Type

Last summer my mom got me and Wonder Boy passes to the Contemporary Art Center for my birthday. It’s proven to be a fabulous gift that we’ve used every time an opportunity presents itself. We’ve seen great art, gone to a swanky art opening featuring blinged out motorcycles and this past Monday attended a showing of the movie Handmade Nation, followed by a discussion with the movie’s director, Faythe Levine.

The documentary was great. It focused on the craft movement that has take hold across the nation. There are craft fairs all throughout the year and sites like Etsy help make crafting a viable business venture, though not always a lucrative one, for just about anyone. Levine discussed what is happening now with crafting as a social movement and while she used none of the technical terminology or theory behind what defines a social movement, she is right in her use of the term.

All throughout time women, and some men too but their numbers are so much lower that I won’t focus on them, have been making things. Think of your grandmother. Mine could preserve her own food, make baked goods that would certainly sell at the church bake sale, knit and sew her families clothes, do needlepoint, etc. Later in life, she did those things for fun but earlier in her life they were done out of necessity. Women today are embracing all the same activities my grandmother partook in but because of genuine interest or as an enjoyable hobby. That’s a distinctly different motivation.

If you want, you can now buy just about anything you would normally purchase at a big box store from a local person. You can know who made your clothes / jewelry / kids’ toys, who grew / baked / made your food and who created the art on your wall. The price might be higher because the individual artisans are making items in such smaller items, but you know you are supporting a person rather than a company.

Handmade Nation made me reflect on some of my own buying habits. I buy a lot online. A LOT. A have made numerous purchases via Etsy, The Sampler and random sites I find out about through blogs. But I also have giant piles of Christmas gifts in my attic and bedroom. A lot of those items were purchased from Target and Amazon. I like to pretend that Target isn’t a big box store … but it is. It’s just a prettier one than, say, Walmart. And Amazon is essentially a big box store. Just miles away from Cincinnati is a giant warehouse in Northern Kentucky housing all of the Amazon items I order.

Every gift I purchased, well almost every gift I purchased, could have been bought by a local craftsman. It would have cost a little more and would have meant driving to different stores, but I could have done it. And should have done it, really. Handmade Nation has that stuck in my head, challenging me to make smarter purchases. (It’s also a great film to inspire your inner creativity, but that’s for a different post.)

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