Showing posts with label deep thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label deep thoughts. Show all posts

Sunday, May 12, 2019

It's Not About the Day

Happy Mother's Day to those of you who have children, wish for children, or are just starting to think about children. And if you are uncomfortable today because you've lost your mom, or you have a strained relationship with your mother, or for any reason really, I'll be your mom. Today and every day.

The greatest gift Drama Girl gave me today was informing me that she'd invited another friend for this Thanksgiving. I'm already excited.

Last Thanksgiving, my kids and their friends flew in from all over the country to my house. I got to be the mom for everyone who needed it. They slept all over the house in beds and couches and air mattresses, they all cooked, arranged flowers, and got board games going. It was a lot of people in my tiny house.


It was the greatest time of my life. One of the many payoffs for raising kids is getting to embrace their friends and being embraced by them in return.

 Happy Mother's Day to you and the family you were born into or the family you have found. It's not about the day, it's about the love.


Friday, May 3, 2019

Where Are We Now? Part 1

*taps mic

"Is this thing on?"

It's been over four years since I said farewell to Lit and Laundry, and more than once I've thought about coming back to visit. It's funny to me that so many people still visit this old blog and find old posts. The magic of the eternal internet.

When I began this blog, I lamented the fact that my life was all laundry and no literature (hence the name). I have now come full circle in my life and I rarely do laundry but read about a book a day. I am in heaven.

The three children I raised have grown and each has become a spectacular adult. More on them later.

The one thing that did not survive the years was my marriage. Divorce after 23 years was traumatic, but I am finding now that it was an incredible gift to me; the chance to start over and pursue many things that marriage and rearing children left by the wayside.

I play the harp again. I've written a novel. I've moved back to Oregon and settled into a lovely little house. My time is my own and I am loving every minute of it.


Here is my kitchen alcove. Why put in another dining table when I can have big squishy purple chairs? Perfect for tea or wine and lots of reading. You can see my kindle on the table. The magnifying light is ready for all my needlework projects. My black cats are still ever-present.

I am older, and have had a cancer scare. Both of my parents have died now, and there is a big hole in my heart that calls itself  "the empty nest."

As they say, along with age comes wisdom. And a whole lot of serenity. And hope. I am happier now than I have been in a very long time. 

So, for  lark, let me dust off this blog and see if it still runs. I doubt any of my old readers are still around, but if you are, please give a shoutout so I can find you.  I miss everybody in the old blog community and I don't expect it to be like it was, but I also think that facebook is loosening it's grip on our attention. Maybe some of us are ready to return to this. 

Wishing you sunny days and tea and cats.

 - Threeundertwo

Monday, December 7, 2015

Please Stop Rushing Christmas!



Last weekend we set out to get a tree at a reliable lot that is always well stocked.  This was December 6 - there should have been 100 trees to pick from. I like to keep a tree up through New Years day, so to me this just doesn't seem like it should be too late.  I always worry that I'm getting a tree too early for it to last.

The tree you see in the photo was the very last Noble Fir on the lot.  I couldn't believe it.  There were only a few other trees.  As we drove home we passed other lots that were similarly sparse.

There could be a number of reasons for this.  Retailers in general are getting smarter about avoiding excess inventory left over at the end of a season.  I saw tree lots completely closed down a week before Christmas last year and I thought that was amazing.  They must assume that everyone who wants a tree has one by then.  It could also be that so many people have artificial trees now that there is much lower demand for real trees.

But today I went into the local fabric store and all of the very few remaining Christmas items were on deep discount.  I mentioned my surprise to a clerk and she said "this Christmas sucks."  While I might not have said it quite like that, I could see her point of view.  In Christmas seasons past, the fabric store has always been a jolly jam of crafters gathering items for last-minute projects.  Nothing like that this year.  I had trouble finding some ribbon that was Christmas-themed.

What is causing this?  Halloween has certainly gotten much bigger in recent years.  Maybe people are spending more of their time and energy celebrating in the Fall and don't have as much interest in Christmas as they used to.  Maybe we had reached peak excess in the past few years and people are finally scaling back their Christmas crafting and decorating, despite all of the fabulous ideas all over Pinterest.

It makes me a little sad.

I'm going to pour some eggnog, enjoy my Christmas movies - and continue frantically crafting all the things I want to make before Christmas.  I hope your season is fulfilling.  Let me know what you think in the comments.  Maybe Halloween is just more fun for people now?  Do we start celebrating too early?

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

How I Plan to fight Alzheimers: Champagne and Show Tunes



I've got to say, I'm thrilled with all the new research coming out with strategies to prevent dementia. 

Of course I know I'm going to live a long time because
So I intend to play with my cats, eat spicy food and chocolate and drink champagne while singing show tunes at the top of my lungs.  When I get tired of that I'll sit and play my harp.

Research is wonderful.  I'm looking forward to aging - it sounds like fun!


Sunday, November 1, 2015

It Was a Great Party

Here is one of my extra daughters (not actually related to me) decorating a rice krispie cake for my big Halloween party.  She arrived at 2:00 in the afternoon and the last guest left at 2:00 in the morning.  The party was a lot of kids and a lot of food and a lot a fun.


Today was all about eating leftovers and washing the last of the pots and pans.  Tomorrow Drama Girl gets on a plane and heads back to college.  The truth is hitting me that this is another of "the lasts" - the last Halloween with kids in the house.  Shall I get rid of a lot of these decorations when I pack things up or wait and make decisions about them next year?  Will I be sad to unpack them next year or will I want to put some of their favorite things out again?

As the top picture shows, a lot of the friends of my kids have become part of the fabric of our family.  When my kids move on, these amazing young people will too, and I mourn the loss of all of them.

Tonight I am trying to be brave.  I choose to be philosophical and optimistic.  This was one of the last of the great kids parties, but there will be other celebrations with them in other ways in the future. I cannot stop the passage of time, and the best I can ever do is save the memory for myself.  This is why I blog.

It was great.  It was a lot of work.  It was all worth it.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

10 Things I Love About Not Watching Football


 Kathy over at Mama's Losin' It has a set of suggested writing prompts for today.  I picked "10 Things I love about football." 

There's just one catch.  I don't watch football.  Haven't seen a game in years.  That doesn't stop me from loving it though.  Here are my 10 reasons why:
  1. It's a great excuse to sit down and watch television on Sunday afternoons.  While I can hear the neighbors cheering on the home team, I am having an equally enjoyable time catching up on Downton Abbey episodes.  I don't feel guilty for being unproductive in the middle of a weekend day - everybody is!
  2. Even though I graduated from college many years ago, I maintain bragging rights to my alma mater's football team.  When they're winners, obviously I'm a winner.  When they lose I just don't bring it up.
  3. Having gone to plenty of games in the past, I now know exactly how long 100 yards is.  This is actually pretty useful.  Whenever some measurement is mentioned in a large number of yards, I compare it mentally to a football field.
  4. There are a lot of great tailgate and football party food recipes on Pinterest.  There's no law that says a particular dip can only be used for a football party.  When cooks get creative, everybody wins!
  5. Football pants.  I might have to endure replays on the nightly news, but I don't always mind so much. 
  6. We Americans stubbornly insist on calling our game football, when the rest of the world has a game they all call football and we call soccer.  I love that we're just contrary like that. 
  7.  Fewer crowds at the mall on game days.  The big crowds are all down the street at the stadium.
  8. Special game-day sales.  These run the gamut from shish kabobs to electronics.  Nobody requires you to show proof you actually watch the games in order to get the discount.
  9. "Football widow" events.  My local yarn shop hosts a big knit-in on Super Bowl Sunday every year, with refreshments and sales.  Count me in!
  10. Last but not least, I can go through the checkout line at the supermarket with a huge bunch of chips and snacks and drinks and guacamole and nobody bats an eye.  Because of course, I'm just getting ready for the game.
 Are you a football fan?  Or more like me - someone who just takes advantage of the wonderful parts of football season.

Day 8 today for the Harry Potter quilt show and tell.
Just another set of books.  Wizards clearly love to bind books with all kinds of fantastical images.  They're wizards, they can do anything they want.  I'd like to think the book with the flames on it is actually hot to the touch in the wizard world.  The one with skulls is probably a book on poisons.


Monday, September 14, 2015

My Heart Isn't Ready

In my heart, my twins will always be these little imps.  Sitting on a log in the woods, enjoying an adventure with me.

This photo proves what a lie that is.  No longer little, no longer with chubby cheeks.  They talk about college applications at the breakfast table and take turns running around in their little car.

The process of leaving has begun, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.  It is the way of all creatures, but nothing that can be said or explained to me will make it any easier.  It was hard enough packing off their older sister last year.  I can already feel the sting of the empty nest to come. 

I am already worried about the logistics of dropping off two kids at college.  What if they need to go at the same time?  How do parents of twins do this?  And more importantly, how does the heart survive the loss?

So right now, with the time that is left, I savor every moment.  Every conversation.  Every time I have to tell somebody to pick up socks.  I wish I could make it all slow down.

All I can do is remind myself of the amazing people they are about to become.  How I will be a spectator in their wonderful lives.

And if I'm really lucky, we might just have a few more wonderful adventures together.


Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Wordful Wednesday: Pups in a Pram

I was out shopping recently and spotted a woman with five dogs in a stroller.  The shopping center is in an upscale neighborhood and I thought this was a classic example of someone spending money on something ridiculous for their pets.

It was a little mean-spirited of me, but I asked her if I could take a picture.  I intended to send it to a friend with some mocking comment about people with more money than sense.

She was happy to let me take a picture, and then she started telling me about these dogs.

One had been found abandoned in a rental unit after the owner moved out.

One had been in a shelter for over two years and had been deemed unadoptable.

Each of them had a terrible story of abuse or neglect.  They had all been antisocial and unadoptable.  This woman, it turns out, works at the animal shelter and adopted them herself.  She brought them into her home and loved them.  They responded to that love and became gentle and formed bonds with each other. 

I was so wrong to judge her motivation for having all these dogs in a stroller.  I wish now that I'd taken a picture of her.  What a lovely person, who does something very few people can do.  I wish her and her dogs the best, and I have definitely learned a lesson here.

Friday, January 16, 2015

What I Learned While Starting 15 Projects in 15 Days

finish #1: freebie from Bent Creek
  1. Starting a project is the hardest part.  Aristotle said "well begun is half done" (maybe without the rhyming). Just getting all of the fibers and fabric organized for each project took weeks of effort.  But the payoff to all the careful organizing was a palate of great colors to work with and the perfect fabric all ready to go.
    A Christmas Carol by Cross Stitch Collection Magazine
  2. It's hard to make time for myself a priority.  I tried to get an hour of stitching in first thing in the morning after my routine chores were done.  I felt the pull of a dozen different things calling me all the time.  The payoff was huge though, in my sense of purpose and accomplishment each day.  
    Animal Advent # 9 by Brook's Books
  3. Everybody starts small.  It has been a revelation to see the other stitchers display their work on our facebook page.  Most of us only got a few dozen stitches in each start.  Yet some of these projects will go on to be enormous and epic.  I think in my mind I imagined that the people who do these types of projects have some superhuman power that lets them do thousands of stitches a day.  No.  We're actually all the same.  It's about showing up and sticking to it.
    "Gift of Peace" by Lavender and Lace
  4. New supplies are a lot of fun.  The multiple trips to the store for floss (I need to go again today!) has actually been as much fun as getting a new box of crayons used to be when I was a kid.  Luckily, it's a cheap thrill. 
    "Alice and the Mad Hatter" by The Floss Box
  5. I have enough cross stitch patterns in my stash to probably last me the rest of my life.  All the free patterns on Pinterest haven't helped.  I am confident that I will never need to search far for some new project to do.
    "Poinsettia Elegance" by Dimensions
  6. If I tell myself I'll take a break "just for a minute" I'll never get back to it.  Quick lunches turned into lunch/laundry/errand/read a book.  It takes a lot of self-discipline for me to sit back down and quiet my mind again once I've interrupted it.
    "Night Owl" by Prairie Schooler
  7. There are patterns for everybody.  See my ground hog day project above.  I have loved watching other stitchers display their work and their goals.  We all have different tastes, and I respect everyone who devotes so many many hours to this hobby.  I'm pretty sure a lot of my choices fall in the range of very silly.  I also seem to have an obsession with Christmas.
    Animal Advent #10
  8. I love my ott-light.  I could not live without it.  Some stitchers like to work by a sunny window, but I need bright, clear light to really see what I'm doing.  I also use the magnifier attachment a lot.  Some of these projects feel like doing brain surgery.
    "Bookseller" by Mill Hill
  9. I cannot stitch without some coffee in me.  I'm a morning person, but I really can't get my brain around fine details before some caffeine has hit my system.  I will miss you holiday blend.  Hello French Roast!
    "Once Upon a Time" by the Frosted Pumpkin Stitchery
  10. Facebook is my biggest distraction.  I can't even imagine how much I'd get done if I had the self-control to quit looking at everyone else's progress.  Also cat videos.  I'm an addict.
    "Give Thanks" by the Frosted Pumpkin Stitchery
  11. Every stitch matters.  I tried to get as far as I could each day.  Some days this didn't look like very much at all.  Family needs, cleaning routines, life, and sadly facebook all took time.  But every stitch that got done brings me closer to finishing everything. I'm especially reminded of this looking at the people who started enormous projects. Every minute is worthwhile.
    "Bless our Home" by Country Cottage Needleworks
  12. My quilting has fallen by the wayside.  Now that the initial 15 days are complete, I'm going to balance my work going forward and get back to doing some quilting.  It's fun to focus so much on one hobby, but I love my other pursuits too.
    "Haunted Hotel" by Mill Hill
  13. Making my brain switch gears every day seems like good exercise for it.  I worked on many different types of fabric, different types of charts, different levels of difficulty.  This is so different from how I usually work on a project.  I will enjoy going back to working on something intensely for days at a time, but I think it will also be fun to mix it up a bit more in the future.
    "Autumn Harvest Festival" by The Frosted Pumpkin Stitchery
  14. Working on this challenge has helped me deal with missing my oldest daughter who is so very very far away in Scotland right now.  My hobbies have always been my therapy, and this particular challenge was so absorbing for my brain and my time that I couldn't dwell on missing her.
    "Story Time Sampler" by the Frosted Pumpkin Stitchery


So now what's the plan?  I will work on whatever strikes my fancy that day, although at the moment I think I will get some of the smaller pieces done first so I don't actually have all of these in rotation at the same time.  It's nice to have one off the list already.  I'm a little behind on stitching up the Advent Animals.  If I want to finish it up this year, I have 17 more to complete.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Then and Now - 9/11


The picture above is from 2003.  I grabbed it today because it shows my 9/11 quilt in the background.  Every summer this quilt goes up on the wall.  While nobody in the house probably even thinks of the connection, that quilt will always remind me of 9/11.  Working on it in the months afterwards was very therapeutic for my jangled nerves. 

I remember the day it all happened, listening to the news reports in the car while I was driving the twins to preschool.  It was all surreal and unbelievable.  This morning I drove Jungle Boy down that same street as I took him to his classes at the community college.   He has no memory of the event.  We didn't have a television connected then (still don't) so my kids never saw that unrelenting news coverage.  They sang "God Bless America" around the flag at school a few years later on the anniversary, but never understood why.

Of course, they've studied it in school now, and have as much understanding as they do of any event in American history.  We've talked about it as a family, as we do many things, but for them it doesn't hold the weight that it does for those of us who do remember.

This is an event which separates our generations.  I was just a bit too young to remember the Kennedy assassination, which forever put me in a different category than those people who did remember it.

I hope that there will never be an event in their lifetimes that defines their generation in such a painful way.


Saturday, November 2, 2013

The Downside of the Hilltop

I really shouldn't complain about where our house sits.  We have a beautiful view that includes part of San Francisco Bay.  But if I were to sell this house, there are a few things I'd be sure to tell the new owners.  Living at the top of a hill has its drawbacks.

Kids have to play differently here.  We had a firm rule:  No balls in the front yard.  They still talk about the beloved Barbie ball that got loose and was never seen again.  Once it started bouncing away there was no hope of catching it.

Kids can't ride bikes here.  Too steep. Too many cars whizzing around blind curves.  No shoulders on the roads.

We've had to replace the brakes in our cars.  More than once.  Not cheap. 

It's not a neighborhood for walking.  Unless you're a fan of mountain-climbing.  So the kids only have a few friends close enough to walk to easily.  And no walking to and from school.  With their instruments and heavy backpacks, the hike up the mountain would just be too much.

Very few trick-or-treaters come around.

But with all of it's drawbacks, I still love this house.  It's fun to look down on the fog below some mornings.  It's fun to watch the big ships and little sailboats move through the bay.  It's fun to see deer all over the neighborhood.  So I'm grateful.  Just don't ask me how grateful I am the next time the car has to go in the shop.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

With heart and hands

It's been a rough few days.  I think it's just best to acknowledge it as life moves forward.  I was pretty shaken by the bombings in Boston.  I remember the feelings I had after 9/11.  Not feeling safe.  Feeling exposed.

My kids were very small on 9/11.  They've grown up in a world where these things happen.  Just like they've grown up in a world of computers.  This is their reality.  They seem to handle the news better than I do.  Do they see the world differently than I do?  I imagine they must.  The shock is not as great.  For them there never was a time "before."   I try, as a parent, to teach them resilience skills.  Sometimes I learn from them, as I check in to be sure what they are feeling is not indifference.

On Tuesday after running some errands I picked up a small journal at a shop, bought a burrito in another, and went and sat in a park for a while.  I don't usually treat myself to time off like that, but I felt the need to get out of the house.  I watched the kids play and the gardeners mow the grass.  The gardeners tested the sprinklers and used the lawn edgers and I sat and felt the sun and smelled the fresh-cut grass.  And I wrote.  I wrote and wrote and wrote in that little journal.  All the jibberish of my feelings and ideas.

This morning I woke up at 5:00.  Not insomnia really - the cat has been waking me up early every day.  Today I didn't go back to sleep though, I grabbed another journal that was handy and I wrote and wrote.  Pros and cons of a decision I have to make.  Lists of things I want to do.  Ideas for the blog.  Ideas for a book.  Pages and pages of thoughts and ideas.

You'd think with all that practice writing I'd put posts up on my blog more.  But this was a different kind of writing.  Cathartic and healing.  It's a very positive practice for me.  It is a form of medition and mind-clearing.  It helps my brain move on.

My heart goes out to everyone who was affected.  To honor them, I started on another charity quilt.  Moving my hands also helps my heart.  The recipient will probably not have anything to do with the Boston tragedy, but it doesn't matter.  It's all about tipping the scales further in the direction of love for humanity.

These are not tough times we live in.  They are not bad times, or evil times.  It is just the time we have.  I am grateful for so much, not the least of which is the abundance of affordable journals available everywhere now.

I wonder if many people are using those journals like I have over the past few days.  Most of all, if you are reading this, I hope that you find an outlet that helps calm your nerves and heals your heart and gives you strength.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Today We Mourn

Yesterday's tragic events were so shocking and unbelievable to me that I could hardly process them.  As a scientist, I find comfort in gathering as much information as possible to sift through and analyze, but yesterday watching the news unfold did not give me any of the answers I needed.

Like everyone else, my brain got stuck on why?

I choked up when the President did.  I texted my kids in class that I love them.  We talked and shared when they came home from high school.

Today I woke up thinking of the families and community who lost so much.  I mourn with them.  I don't need to know their children.  I work with small children and I am a parent.  There is nothing more innocent and sweet than a kindergartener.  I can't imagine anything more horrible than losing a child to violence.

Today I will probably not read the news.  Nothing can undo.  Nothing can fix what has happened.  Nothing will make those families and that community whole again.  I cannot gather any information that will help me.

Today I am getting ready for our annual cookie party.  I will bake and tidy and set up .  I will find comfort in family and home and traditions.  But throughout the day, I know I will pause and think of those affected.

A little piece of my heart was torn yesterday.  Today I mourn.  Tomorrow I will celebrate the season and give love to my own community of young people who will come my house. 

And by giving that love, I will give myself healing and hope.  I will teach the young people I host that there is a community that cares for them.  By traditions and joining together, I will teach peace.  It's that simple.  I can't cure the world, but I can help my one small corner.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Moving through Fall


I'm a big proponent of celebrating one holiday at a time.  Halloween was big around here in terms of decorating and music and a big party.  It all got put away on November 1st so Thanksgiving could have its turn.  Poor forgotten Thanksgiving.  I always associate it with family and a day of relaxing (all cooking aside).

The banner above is wool, and I finished it in time for the season.  The house seems empty after the stacks of Halloween quilts disappeared.  I've been told I need to make more Thanksgiving quilts.  Hmmm.






The turkey china came out for November as well.  We wont see our regular dishes again until sometime in January when I put away the Christmas china.


Lots of little Fall touches around the house.  Deep breath.  Christmas can wait for now. 

Do you give much attention to the Thanksgiving holiday?  I would love some more ideas on how to make it special.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Prom


Here's my beautiful Drama Girl ready for her big night out.  She's still only a 10th grader, but she was asked by this nice 11th grade boy from her Improv team.  I think they're adorable.

I'm still in a state of denial that I have a daughter old enough to be going to the prom, but I'm so proud of the lovely young woman she is becoming.  I overheard her ordering the boutonniere on the phone and I was so impressed with her self-assurance and independence.

The whole world is shifting, as my husband and I move ever more slightly into the background of her life.  I guess it's a good thing this all happens so gradually.  Her growing up is certainly hard on me.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Guest Post by Drama Girl: Myths in the Media

    I would be the first to admit that Hercules was probably my favorite movie when I was younger. In this Disney film, you got your comic relief, in the form of the adorable minions Pain and Panic, your romance, with Meg and Hercules, and of course, the villain--Hades.

    But why does Hades always have to be the villain? In this film, he is portrayed as a power-hungry maniac, while sarcastic and witty, still wants to rule the world and overthrow the gods of Olympus. But besides going against the very basis of Greek Mythology, this depiction of Hades is only one of many that have sought to use him as a scapegoat for all that is evil.

    The first problem with this film is obviously the title. Anyone who knows the tale of this hero knows that the Greek form of his name is spelled Herakles, or Heracles. While this wouldn’t normally bother me, it is the fact that this mistake is so easily rectified that makes me wonder who got dropped on their head at birth to come up with the title.

    But back to Hades. He is obviously the villain, with his ominous blue fire hair and villainous voice. But all of his motivation throughout the entire movie is based on something that while interesting, is nowhere near anything resembling Greek mythology.

    While there are always differences in every myth, such as how many brothers and sisters Cronos had or the exact pronunciation of Menelaus, there are basic storylines that must be followed.

    The Hades in this film breaks not one, but two of these widely accepted myths.

    The first is his motivation and sense that he has to overthrow Olympus and rule the world. Say what you will, but Hades certainly does not want to overthrow Olympus. Besides his loyalty to his brothers and sisters, however unapparent, there is the fact that his sense of duty keeps him in the Underworld. He is content to bring the outside world to him, in his kidnapping of Persephone, his wife who is never mentioned in the movie.

    It is this same sense of duty that would never let him release the Titans. Their imprisonment in Tartarus goes back before his birth, and that is truly his primary purpose in the Underworld--to keep them there. Along those lines, the depictions of the ancient Titans in this movie is shudderingly inaccurate. They are portrayed as puppets at the hands of Hades, a strange sight indeed since they were once in a war against him, and all.

    In the end, I feel that although this film does need a villain, as every story does, Hades is far from the perfect candidate. The fact that he was chosen is even more agonizing for us myth junkies, because let’s all think of the story of Heracles--doesn’t he already have a driving force, in the form of a demented king who sends him on impossible tasks and may or may not go by the name of Augeas?

    But that is not my only beef with Hollywood at the moment. It has come to my attention that in the soon-to-be released film The Avengers, the main villain is Loki, a trickster god of Norse mythology.
    Before I go into his part in the film, let me tell you what I think of Loki. He is unique in the way that he does not have a direct counterpart in other mythologies. What other tale describes the story of a half-Chaos ball of fire, blood brother to the king of the gods? The fact that Loki is so unique makes it so much worse for me to see him become the villain.

    There is also the fact that, while unlike any other god, Loki is not black and white. In fact, his primary quality is that you do not know whose side he is on, or if he is even on a side. My opinion of Loki is based on a quote I read in a book whose name I have forgotten; “He made even the goddess Skadi laugh, as she was mourning for the death of her father.” This is a story I have seen echoed in various places--Loki, while he plays tricks and irritates the gods of Asgard, is at heart a playful comedian, despite the fact that his pranks may sometimes take a turn for the worst.

    But again, we see a complex character made into a villain. Though I have not seen the film Thor(because I am sure I would talk through the whole movie) to my understanding, The Avengers features Loki as the bitter villain from that film, bent on ruling the world. Oh, that sounds familiar.

    All this is leading up to my opinion of myths in the media these days. I believe that if a director or screenwriter chooses to base a character off of one in mythology, they do so for two reasons--the first is to tell the tale as it is in the myth, a simple matter of storytelling. But the second is to use the character, and the popular ideas centered around their name, to avoid coming up with original characters with their own backstory. In this case, the writers simply draw from popular belief, such as that Hades is evil because he deals with dead people or that Loki wants power because he stirs up trouble among his friends, and they take those beliefs and expand and exaggerate them to fit whatever story they are telling.

    The fact of the matter is, the characters of mythology are never black and white. The writers have two options--they can either use the names and stories associated with someone in mythology with proper respect to their story and complexities, or they can simply get off their lazy butts and come up with their own villains.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Does Everyone Need A Plan?

I worry about my kids and their futures.  Probably no more and no less than any other parent.  Each one is so different in their approach to life.  I guess I compare them to my own journey too much.

I was a planner.  Planned all my high school classes years ahead of time.  Planned how to get into the absolute best college I could.  Planned how to make the most out of my college experience by packing in as many classes as I could.  I worked very hard and yes, I was pretty miserable from the pressure (not all of it self-imposed) on me.

Now I look at Drama Girl and her opposite approach to her education.  She's so relaxed about the whole thing I feel like I have to worry for her.

Then today I took a look at her in her team uniform.  Of all the types of school teams one can be on, I think this one is just rather awesome.  It sums up everything about her.  Creative, spontaneous, wild imagination, and dead smart.

And then I realized. . .she'll do just fine.


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Music Appreciation

There are no longer classical music performances at the Grammys.   In earlier years, there were a wide variety of musical styles represented, and the show, to me, was much more entertaining. 

Witness this blockbuster performance by Wynton Marsalis in 1983.  He plays both a classical and a jazz piece because he was nominated for each that year.  As he is set to begin the jazz number, his third valve appears to stick and need valve grease.  But it's live television.  He signals to his bandmates to begin and plays anyway - without using the third valve.  This meant he had to do a lot of alternate fingerings on the fly.  It takes incredible talent to be able to pull that off. 


In his acceptance speech at the end of the video, Wynton thanks the great masters of jazz music.

. . .all the guys who set a precedent in Western art, and gave an art form to the American people that can not be limited by enforced trends or bad taste.

Well said.

The faddish nature of the current Grammys was driven home to me by the sad collection of twitter posts from young people asking "Who the heck is Paul McCartney?"

Have people lost all sense of musical history and appreciation of musical styles?  Did my generation learn more about this from our homes, or education programs that didn't cut music?

The Washington Post did an interesting experiment back in 2007.  They placed a violinist in a DC metro station and set up a camera to see how many people would stop to listen.  In the course of an hour, with over 1000 people passing through the station, only 6 stopped.  He made $32.17 in bills and coins thrown into his violin case.

The violinist was Joshua Bell, who that year won the Avery Fisher prize as the best classical musician in America.  He was playing some of the most beautiful and difficult music ever written on a 3.5 million dollar violin.  Three days earlier, people had paid $100 each to hear him perform in Boston.

Parents felt cheated when it was determined that all those "Mozart for babies" CDs weren't really making babies any smarter.  As if they had wasted their time playing Mozart. 

Mozart isn't just for babies.  Music is for a lifetime.  Tweens should listen to Chopin along with their Taylor Swift.  Teenagers should listen to Sinatra as well as Bon Iver.  Moms should listen to Latin jazz (which, unfortunately, is no longer even recognized as a category by the Grammys).  Old people should listen to bluegrass.  Really, there is so much great timeless music out there that we should all be listening and learning our whole lives.

Let's remind our kids to keep open minds and ears.  And always listen to and tip the live musician!

Monday, January 16, 2012

Setting the Record Straight

A few days ago Jungle Boy decided to watch Star Wars again.  The original.  So he put on the DVD and I watched it with him while I sewed.

"What a great movie!  It's so old but the special effects and everything are so great!"

"You're kidding, right?"

And then it hit me.  This is the only version of Star Wars he knows.  The doctored up, edited, "enhanced" messed up current version.  Not the beloved version I saw in theaters a dozen times when I was a teenager.

"You know, Han shot Greedo first actually.  This version is just wrong."  I explained the whole thing carefully, but Jungle Boy didn't see what difference it made.  I felt like a complete failure as a parent.  Why oh WHY did I get rid of my old VHS version?


So today I stopped by the thrift store, where they had numerous VHS versions.  It was an interesting game trying to figure out which one was probably the oldest.  I spent all of $2.50 for this trilogy.  Tonight I'm looking forward to a bowl of popcorn and the original, grainy, shoddy blue screen version without all the extra cgi characters and effects.

Lest you think I'm completely lax as a parent, be comforted that I did get Jungle Boy this little hard-to-find gem for Christmas:


The original Return of the Jedi soundtrack.  With the original Ewok celebration song at the end.  Because before there was a sullen teenage Anakin Skywalker pasted into the scene, before the snooze-inducing prequels, there was a glorious victory song.  Sung by an Ewok chorus.  This scene should just never have been messed with.

I may have made some mistakes as a parent, but letting my children have the wrong ideas about Star Wars isn't going to be one of them.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The Agony of Defeat

This is a hard moment in my parenting life.  Last year Wasabi Girl sailed through her gymnastics meets and ended up first place all around in her division at the statewide competition.  She was then, and still is, team captain.

This past weekend was the qualifying meet for the state championships.  A minimum cumulative score was required to qualify.  She held her own until the vault - and then bobbled it.  We held our breath in the stands.  Every competitor gets two tries on the vault and the best score is used.  But then she bobbled it again.  She knew the score she had to get and even from far away, we could tell how she felt from her body language when she saw her score.

She was brave, and held it together as best she could.  But she was clearly upset.

The girls sign a contract when they join the team, and right at the top is rule #1:  NO CRYING.  No matter what.  She wanted to.  I wanted to.  But the rule is there for a reason, and the competition had to finish.

After every gymnastics meet, all of the girls from all of the teams gather to sit on the floor during the awards ceremony.  There was the usual long delay while all the scores were tallied up and medals were labeled with winners' names.  While she sat, I watched from the stands, feeling so helpless to console her. 

But then I saw the demonstration of how beloved she is by her teammates.  I don't know what was said, and nothing was overly dramatic, but one by one they cozied up to her, threw an arm around her, leaned in on her shoulder.  It was a very quiet, and very beautiful demonstration of love and support on the part of these young women.  One very small member of the team even came and sat in her lap.

I'm so grateful, that as she grows and ventures out into the world where things aren't always easy, that my not-so-little girl is able to attract such a valuable support system.  Because sometimes rule #1 is just hard.

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