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| Thursday, December 31st, 2009 |
babysittersclub
[ lizwiz_ ]
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7:53a |
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| Wednesday, December 30th, 2009 |
babysittersclub
[ miss_myu ]
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9:18p |
First!
There's a BSC-related post on Ugliest Tattoos. The reference was so unexpected I had to repost it. The comments are vaguely amusing, too. Google searches relating to BSC tattoos were inconclusive, to my great disappointment. I was really hoping for an "RIP MIMI" drunken mistake somewhere. Current Mood:  amused |
50books_poc
[ osprey_archer ]
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11:49a |
15. Ernestine and Amanda
Sandra Belton's Ernestine and Amanda has neither a plot nor particularly interesting characters nor, really, much of anything else to recommend it, except perhaps the salutary message that it's bad to mock fat people because fat people have feelings just like everyone else. It's hard to imagine a child (for Ernestine and Amanda is a children's book) caring enough about the book to absorb that message, though. The story is told in alternating first person, which might have been interesting I hadn't kept getting confused who was speaking. The characters speak with much the same voice, except that Amanda harps about how fat Ernestine is, while Ernestine complains about how stuck up Amanda is. One might imagine that by the end of the book Amanda would have seen the error in her ways, and Ernestine would forgive her for her former foolishness, which would have been cliched but would at least have given the book a direction - but no. Right up to the end each girl pounds the exact same note again and again, so the book is a repetitive journey to nowhere. Also? It's apparently historical fiction. I didn't realize that until I looked the book up on the internet, though, so I can't say I think the time or place are well-described. |
shady_lamarr
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5:44a |
So I relented and I started friending current and former co-workers today. It was going to happen sooner or later, so I might as well get it over with now. I feel weird friending so many "Five O'Clock World" types, especially with people I didn't know all that well, but they don't have to add me if they don't want. I'd also like to think I would be a highly entertaining.person, even if they only barely knew me in real life. |
50books_poc
[ sanguinity ]
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12:16a |
What Looks Like Crazy on an Ordinary Day
17. Pearl Cleage, What Crazy Looks Like on an Ordinary Day.After news of Ava's HIV+ status gets out among her clientele -- thereafter killing her hair salon's business -- Ava decides to cash out and spend a summer at home with her sister, Joyce, in Idlewild, before moving on to what Ava hopes is a fresh start for her in San Francisco. However, Joyce, too, has time and a lump sum on her hands -- life insurance money from her husband's death -- and she has been spending it trying to start an education and self-help network for the teenage girls in town. Ava gets sucked into the work -- first as an extra and able hand, but later because these fights have become her fights, too -- and comes to reconsider whether it's just a mere summer that she wishes to spend in Idlewild. This was a engrossing, fast read, and even fun. That seems completely improbable, given the seriousness of the nominal topics -- HIV, crack, abandoned babies, elder violence, domestic violence, gang violence, and on -- but Ava and Joyce are a step removed from a good deal of it. I suspect, sometimes, that the issues that Ava and Joyce are dealing with have been somewhat streamlined toward happy endings, but I didn't really mind here; sometimes I want a tale of things mostly working out in the end. (That said, I don't buy that infants experience only physical aftereffects from physical trauma, and am less sanguine about that bit of hand-waving -- and yes, that's your content warning.) I really enjoyed the romance storyline: Eddie does not tweak my skeeve-o-meter, not one little bit. So refreshing to see a romantic interest who considers himself responsible for his own emotional health, and who, while not considering himself responsible for others' emotional health, does consider it his responsibility to make sure they've got honest information about what he is and is not offering. I do strongly wish, however, that the principal antagonist of the piece, the minister's wife, was not so one-dimensionally, hypocritically evil. By novel's end, we're given a "solution" to the mystery of her motivation, but I still protest: my problem with her was never lack of known motivation (I'm quite happy to assume there's something motivating a character, even if I don't know what it is), but the shallowness of her portrayal. I like my villains with a little more depth, please. |
| Tuesday, December 29th, 2009 |
sanfrancisco
[ pdx6 ]
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11:14p |
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alibi_shop
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10:00p |
waits
Thanks to Melissa for showing me this damn good video for a damn good song. |
shady_lamarr
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10:42p |
"Wind Chill Factor" does not do the phenomenon justice. It should be renamed something which does justice to its real nature, something like "Testes shattering death winds" or "invisible icicle rampage" or simply "YAAARRRFUUUUUUUUUCKINGGGARGGGGGGGGHFUUC K!!!!!!!" which is mainly what I called it today. This is the Boston weather I was warned about, I'm already missing the unseasonably warm winters of old. As I think I mentioned before, I did get to see Amanda P, immediately after quoting her yesterday. My response was "Oh my God, that's awesome!" and I actually meant it. I showed some pix of MJ, and made her promise to send pictures when her girl is born. I'm getting soft. In any case, I was going to do a New Year's Resolution list of celebrities, but all I got was "Chris Brown has learnt his lesson, and now will only be dating non-famous African American women, so America won't care if he beats them." Okay, so maybe not that soft, after all. In any case, my resolutions? Well, get into a meditation routine, I've done very little of late and there's really no excuse. Plus, I vow to shock myself in the nuts if I start to sound a bit too much like James Frey. There's a lot of balls-related punishment in this short entry, isn't there? |
50books_poc
[ sanguinity ]
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6:35p |
When Thunders Spoke; Black Hills: Sacred Hills
15. Virginia Driving Hawk Sneve, When Thunders Spoke.It's tricksy to summarize some of Sneve's books: by the time you've laid out enough of the different threads to be able to give a sense of what's happening and why it matters, what you've written isn't really a "summary" anymore. However... Norman is fifteen, poor, and Sioux. In one thread of the story, Norman struggles with the white owner of his reservation's trading post, Mr. Brannon, who has been systematically cheating Norman over the agates that Norman collects on Thunder Butte. In another thread of the story, Norman's grandfather has had a holy dream that Norman should climb the traditional vision quest route on Thunder Butte -- a request Norman is happy enough to fulfill (in part because that side of the butte has been heretofore forbidden to him, and forbidden things have allure, but also because doing the climb is a simple way to please his grandfather). ...and it's hard to take the story any further than that without flattening it. I liked When Thunders Spoke very much in its own right, but I also like it as a contrast to Alexie's Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian -- which was a very good book, indeed, but one which appears to be running the danger of becoming the single story about teenagers and reservation poverty. 16. Tom Charging Eagle and Ron Zeilinger, Black Hills: Sacred Hills.(Both of these authors are obscure. I'm somewhat confident that Tom Charging Eagle is Native; I have no idea about Ron Zellinger. If someone has better info, please let me know so I can correct this entry.) Child-compatible * picture book about the Lakota relationship to the Black Hills. Written in free verse, plural first person (such that "we" refers to the Lakota), with full-page black and white photographs of the Hills. Production values are low -- some of these photos are grainy at this size -- but I don't really care that much, because its mere existence kinda blows all other considerations away for me. Sure, low production values, yes, it's a cottage press, but who else would care enough to publish this? (The publishing house, Tipi Press, closed a few years ago, but apparently was part of St. Joseph's Indian School.) Interestingly to me, the book repeatedly builds parallels between aspects of Christian faith and Lakota reverence for the Hills, using Christianity both as an analogy ("It is like the holy places of the Jews and Christians...") but also as validation for Lakota beliefs: "Our people today know / that it was the rock with held the body of Jesus / for three days after he died, / and it was the rock which Moses struck / to bring forth water to keep his people alive. / For all of us, / regardless of race and creed, / the rocks have a spiritual meaning." Christianity and Lakota spirituality are not in opposition here; in many ways, this book strives to ease any conflicts that Christian Lakota might feel between the two spiritual traditions. Black Hills: Sacred Hills was published in 1987, not too long after the final ruling in United States v. Sioux Nation, in which the U.S. offered cash compensation to the Sioux for the Black Hills. The book's introduction walks through a timeline of the dispute, from the Fort Laramie treaty through the lawsuit and Bradley's act. The book ends with an allusion to the lawsuit, and the Sioux resolve with respect to it: Our proud
and spiritual people
have been deprived of this sacred heritage,
yet they continue to cling to the belief
that this is a nation of law and order.
They believe
that in this land guided by the Constitution,
that all men are created equal
and blessed by their Creator with rights and liberties.
Therefore,
they seek to regain what is rightfully theirs
according to solemn treaties. The book then closes with a quote from Frank Fools Crow's speech, " We Shall Never Sell Our Sacred Black Hills." * I'm loathe to say it is a children's book, mostly because of the way that traditional Native stories are systematically and inappropriately repackaged as children's stories by non-Native authors, editors, and publishers. This isn't a traditional story, per se, but the "could be for kids, thus is for kids" error could as easily apply to this volume as a traditional story, I think, and thus my hesitation.(additional tags: Lakota) |
punkrawkrat
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8:01p |
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robinmsf
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2:56p |
Persimmon Cookies
http://robinmsf.blogspot.com/2009/12/persimmon-cookies.html It's not a pie, but it's worth sharing. This recipe came to me from my mother, who got it from my grandmother, who loved persimmons. She would keep them in the freezer and eat them with a spoon. But I don't remember ever eating these cookies before this week. They are really good. Basically, they're light and moist spice cookies. If you didn't know there was fruit in them, you might not notice. The recipe calls for nuts and raisins and maybe chocolate chips. I don't like nuts and raisins in my cookies, so I just left them out. It worked out fine for me, but I'm sure they would be good with everything in them too. Persimmon Cookies 1 cup persimmon pulp*
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 cup Crisco (but I used butter)
1 cup sugar
1 egg
2 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon cloves
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 cup nuts (optional)
1 cup raisins (optional)
1 cup chocolate chips (optional) Mix persimmon and baking soda, set aside. Cream shortening and sugar. Put egg into pulp mixture and add after dry ingredients. Make teaspoon sized drops on greased cookie sheet and bake at 375 degrees F until lightly browned, about 10 minutes. *To make 1 cup persimmon pulp, I used six persimmons. I washed them and cut off the leaf-like tops. One cookbook I have says to put them through a food mill, but I don't have a food mill. So here's what I did. For the really ripe ones, I just split the skins and squeezed out the insides into a sieve over a bowl. I used a spoon to push it through the sieve. For the less than squishy ones, I peeled them, then took all the flesh (and any big chunks from the fully/over ripe ones) and chopped it really fine, 1/8" dice, and added it to the pulp. It worked out fine. |
acrylic_after
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11:19p |
What's Brighton like? This month I've read two books set there and both authors have expressed regret at painting it as sort of bleak and nightmarish when actually they claim to have great affection for it. It's not so far down the road in this tiny country, I suppose I could look into it myself. Seems like it would have to be summer for the full effect though. |
shady_lamarr
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3:35p |
Wow, so Amanda P. was in today, what a coincidence, since I quoted her yesterday. Six months pregnant. Kind of awesome news. I've had to break my no Boston people on Facebook rule, but I guess I'm just going to change it to no current Verizon employees. I need the room to vent. |
babysittersclub
[ sifukatara ]
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4:25a |
BSLS help! Karen hiding Emily Michelle?
Hi! I was just wondering if anyone knew in what BSLS book does Karen try to hide Emily Michelle and her father almost calls the police when he can't find her? Thanks in advance! Current Mood:  curiousCurrent Music: You Can Always Count on Me-BSC Theme |
50books_poc
[ kyuuketsukirui ]
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12:28a |
Shaman King by Mitsui Hideki
Title: Shaman KingAuthor: Mitsui Hideki Number of Pages: 220 pages My Rating: 1.5/5 Wow, what a waste of time this book was. It is basically a retelling of the early volumes of Shaman King with a tiny bit of new content tacked on at the end. Seriously, while the jacket flap promised a new character exclusive to the novelisation (which is why I bought it, because I only wanted to read it if it was an original story, not a retelling of the manga), it was only about the last twenty pages that contained any new content. I'm not sure who would be a good audience for this book, because it ends with a "to be continued" sort of vibe that means you're going to have to go read the manga to find out what happens to Yoh and Amidamaru and Manta and Anna and Ren and the whole Shaman Fight thing, but when you do, you'll be retreading old ground if you start from the beginning of the manga. And yet as a fan of the manga, it's really redundant. I do, however, highly recommend the manga of Shaman King, which unlike this book has actually been released in English and is therefore more accessible to readers of this comm, I'm sure. Even though it has a non-ending ending, it's still worth it, IMO. |
| Monday, December 28th, 2009 |
shady_lamarr
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11:22p |
Workplace Found Poetry, or Hunter Is A Dick To His Co-Workers Sometimes
Some of this I've posted this Facebook, but it works so well as one piece. 1. "He wants your chickenlegs," Deila said. "My chickenlegs have definition," Z replied. "What is their definition: Open me?" "Actually," I chimed in, "those would be instructions and not a definition. I'm an English major These things bother me." 2. "Where are you going?" asked Nate the Younger. "New Year's!" Indira replied. "You know that's not really a place, That's more of an event." "Less of an event even," I added "More like just a point in time." 3. The guy in the shelter had his phone stolen again. "I'll take care of him from now on It's like I'm bilingual I'm fluent in both normal and crazy." 4. "I thought I was in a love triangle once It turned out the girls involved thought otherwise. I suppose it was merely a point on a love graft." 5. Years ago, the first of two Amandas was at the printer. "Did you fix it?" "Yes, I fixed it," She said smiling. "It just isn't working yet." 6. And even earlier, Jen, She was having some trouble with her fiance, And said, "You know what I would do if I were me?" On her last day, we went out drinking, And she claimed that "she pissed excellence." 7. The meeting began, this was when Jill was store manager, "Do you know why we're here?" "What. At this meeting, or, in general, Like why are we here on this planet?" She laughed hard and slammed her hand down accidentally on a thumbtack. Sorry Jill. 8. "Some people think I'm kind of an asshole Because I'm a little too assertive." "Oh," I replied, "Some people think I'm kind of an asshole, Because I'm kind of an asshole." This always gets a laugh from my co-workers, But never a contradiction. I suppose these examples of wiseassery, Don't do much to help. 9. "I don't know whether we hate each other Or we're just pretending to hate each other." "Well, she's like that with everyone, And you're kind of a shittalker who doesn't mean what he says." "Well, at the end of the day, We're both spending the entire day saying incredibly mean things to each other Even if it's an act, even if we don't mean to be mean, That doesn't mean we're not being mean." 10. Back to today. "What is this?" "It's labeled a 'Contingency Box'." "Well? Do we need it?" I think for a second. "Well I guess that depends." |
50books_poc
[ sanguinity ]
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5:40p |
Two YA novels about the 1863 Draft Riots
13. Walter Dean Myers, Riot.Yanno, when I heard Myers was going to do a YA about the 1863 Draft Riots, I had a hard time waiting for it, I was so excited. Myers! 1863 Draft Riots! When it finally came out and started getting poor reviews, my faith was still unshaken. They just don't get Myers, I told myself. But now that I've read it? I should have had more faith in the other reviewers. The screenplay format didn't work at all for me -- not enough characterization, not enough information. A screenplay is such an unfinished presentation of a story, and without the additional creativity of a director and actors, I struggled to know what I was supposed to be getting out any given scene. Mind you, I was a huge fan of the way Myers used the screenplay within Monster (as one of two contrasting and deeply flawed documentary sources). But here? I continually fought the format. (Also, this was not convincing as a screenplay, either. The soliloquizing -- oh, the soliloquizing! -- seemed far more like a stage script than a screenplay. ) It may be that my antipathy for Claire -- our light-skinned, biracial Black and Irish heroine, who has close emotional ties to both aggressors and victims of the riot -- can be attributed solely to the format, but I found her characterization wholly unconvincing, and her "dilemma" uninteresting. I kept wanting Priscilla -- Claire's dark-skinned best friend, who works at the Colored Orphan Asylum -- to take over the role of POV character. Like Claire, Priscilla has plot-drivingly-useful emotional ties to the rioters, but unlike Claire, Priscilla does things; she doesn't spend the "movie" standing around gasping about how shocking, shocking it all is. ( Shocking!) I would have liked better historical notes in the back, too. They conclude with a reference to how "far-reaching" the effects of the riots are, and how they were a part of shaping NYC into the city we see today, but there's not enough information in either the screenplay nor the historical notes to know what Myers is referring to in those lines. (It wouldn't have needed much more explanation, either: the link I dropped above concludes, "Many blacks fled Manhattan, and the riots drove a wedge between black and white workers that lasted through the civil rights movement of the 1960s." Just a sentence like that would have been helpful.) In all, eh. I hope that there's someone out there that loves this book, but it isn't me. 14. Zetta Elliott, A Wish After Midnight.This has been getting buzz forever, but I was dragging my feet because it was self-published (which too often corresponds to an obvious lack of professional editing), and because the library didn't have it. But then I heard that Wish After Midnight was about the Draft Riots, too... Oh, but I loved this. It's well-written (I need not have worried about it being self-published) and utterly engrossing. The usual one-line summary is about a black girl in contemporary Brooklyn who tosses a penny into a fountain to wish for a different life, and gets transported to 1863 Brooklyn. The wish, it turns out, doesn't happen until seventy pages in, and I did not mind one bit. Genna is lovely and awesome and there are so many perfect little moments where the Genna-ness of Genna shines through. I adore Elliott's characterizations, most especially how much she can communicate in a single vignette. Some characters are on-page for only a page or two, but still I know (or can guess!) enough about them to make my heart squeeze tight. (But I do not wish for more page-time for those characters: Elliott gives me enough that I am content to let these bit players go, when it is time for letting them go.) When the big time-swap finally happened, I fought it. I was attached to the story we had been reading. But then I turned a page, and another page, and another page after that, and it turned out that Genna-in-1863 was almost as engrossing as Genna in contemporary Brooklyn. And frankly, being attached to the before-shift story? Syncs us up emotionally with Genna, which is a useful thing. When she misses her brother, we have fond memories of him, too. The lack of that syncing is often a problem I have with "loss" stories -- we, the readers/viewers, haven't seen enough of what was lost to have any attachment to it. During the 1863 section, Kindred kept batting around in the back of my mind -- there are obvious comparisons between two contemporary black women being dropped, without preparation or warning, into slavery-era U.S. and what they have to do to survive there -- but that comparison was not a distraction, nor did it detract from my enjoyment of Wish After Midnight. Genna is not Dana, Brooklyn is not Maryland, and ( skip spoiler) Judah is most certainly not Kevin. My one complaint about the book? Cliffhanger ending. (Okay, not as cliff-hangery as it could be, but still.) I don't know how fast Elliott has been writing Judah's Tale, but I would like it very much if she would please write faster. And re that spoiler on that final page? Yes, she's sold me. I very much want to see where she's going to go with this. |
| Sunday, December 27th, 2009 |
sanfrancisco
[ mercuryisme ]
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10:06p |
What are some vegetarian-friendly nice restaurants in the city? Not the purely veggie/vegan ones like the Plant or Millenium, but ones that do meat, fish AND vegetarian options to make all sorts of people happy. My pescatarian friend is having a birthday this week and hasn't liked my suggestions so far. He's already been to Weird Fish, by the way. |
| Monday, December 28th, 2009 |
1bruce1
[ hellobrisvegas ]
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4:31p |
SVK Super Snooper #7: The Case of the Alien Princess
You guys. You guys. The twins...and their friends...they go to space. To motherfucking space. And they meet an alien. Who's also a princess. An alien princess. ...space, people, space! Also, the cover:
 Jessica looks like she's in the middle of doing some sort of funky dance. The dweeby kid (Andy) looks like that Duckface guy who was in love with Stephanie in Full House. And Liz seems to be preoccupied with something stage left, and she's kinda cross-eyed. Oh, and the alien princess looks pretty normal, except for the teeny fact that she's an ALIEN PRINCESS. ( The twins go to outer space and have adventures. ) Current Music: "Space Oddity" by David Bowie |
| Sunday, December 27th, 2009 |
50books_poc
[ meganbmoore ]
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9:02p |
#50: The Conch Bearer by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
Anand’s family lived a happily middle-class life until his father disappeared and his sister became mute with shock after witnessing a violent death. Now he, his mother and his sister live in poverty in Kolkata, and Anand has had to drop out of school and take a job with a mean stall owner to make ends meet. But then he gives his last food to an old man, and along with a street girl, he’s drawn into a war between a secret brotherhood and an their supernatural enemy. The book follows the Heroic Boy’s Quest Template as closely as it possibly can, but brings modern India* and mythology to life very well. It’s painfully predictable for an adult used to quest stories, but is probably just the thing for kids. That said, despite the criticism of predictability, which is primarily based on my being over twice the target age, my only real criticism is the ending, which certainly isn’t predictable, but also makes no sense. ( spoilers )This may be why adults should be careful of what children’s fiction they read? *According to the author bio, Divakaruni lives in Houston, or did in 2003, at least. If the Texan kids she knows are anything at all like the Texan kids I knew 20 years ago (or know now), then just the setting could make it the most original thing they’ve ever read. |
shady_lamarr
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7:33p |
I Fight Crime!
So it was good that I went to work, feverish and delusional as I was, because I think I helped stopped a crime ring. Well I get to work at there's two e-mails, five phones stolen from two stores yesterday. Which is ridiculous and impossible unless it was the same group traveling store-by-store. We tie our fuckers down, so we were fine. Good luck trying to steal the phones from Boylston. So I send out an e-mail saying, "Um, there's clearly a group of two or three people targeting stores in the area." One more was stolen from Natick and by then there was an alert out to the entire District. Yes, it seems like a common sense type of e-mail to send out but, well, you know how work can get. |
entelein
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6:57p |
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50books_poc
[ meganbmoore ]
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5:38p |
#49: Home and Exile by Chinua Achebe
Based on lectures given by Achebe in 1998, Home and Exile is a collection of three essays about Nigeria and colonialism. Gracious even when tearing into those he perceives* to misrepresent Nigeria, Achebe intricately examines both colonial and anti-colonial writings about Nigeria and the European perspective of it. It’s noteworthy, though, that while Achebe far more than adequately addresses these issues regarding Nigerian men, I don’t believe Nigerian women are mentioned at all. In fact, while many men are mentioned on both sides of the issue, women are barely mentioned at all, and when they are, they represent colonialism, whether real women like Elspeth Huxley, or in allegories in which they’re cogs in the great machine that is colonialism. But that’s a quibble, as Achebe’s goal is to address Nigeria and colonialism, and he does that well. *I say “perceives” not because I have any doubts about his interpretation, but because I’m not familiar with many of the books and arguments mentioned, and so can’t actually have an opinion of them myself, though I agree regarding the ones I am familiar with. |
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sfciviccenter
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11:14a |
Christmas at the Contemporary Jewish Museum
http://sfciviccenter.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-at-contemporary-jewish-museum.html 
The Contemporary Jewish Museum in downtown San Francisco opened its doors on Christmas Day to the public with an offer of free admission to the year-old building, which prompted a huge line that snaked across the large stone plaza in front of the museum.
The $47.5 million building consists of the brick facade of a 19th Century electrical substation designed by Willis Polk that was somehow integrated with two dark, torqued cubes on their sides by starchitect of the moment Daniel Libeskind.
From the outside, the design looks rather fun, but inside it's something of a disaster, with most of the space devoted to a large lobby and sloping walls that feel more claustrophobic than liberating, not to mention impractical for displaying art. In its ugliness and uselessness, the building's only competitor in awful new San Francisco architecture is probably the Gay Lesbian Bisexual Transgender What-Have-You Center that opened on upper Market Street in 2002.
The security at the entrance was also extremely invasive, though the guards were for the most part a jolly crew.
We were given a timed entry sticker for a Maurice Sendak exhibit that was scheduled for two hours after our arrival, but there was no way we were going to wait that long, so we didn't see any "Where The Wild Things Are" sketches. We probably never will, since this is not a building that's high on the list for a return visit. |
50books_poc
[ wordsofastory ]
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2:36p |
45. Tonya Cherie Hegamin, M+O4EVA
45. Tonya Cherie Hegamin, M+O4EVAA very short YA novel, but one that really packs a punch. O (Opal, a young black woman) and M (Marianne, a mixed race woman) have been best friends (and sometimes more than that) since they were babies, the only two who understood each other in their rural Pennsylvania town. But now it's their senior year of high school, and they've been growing apart. Their story is interwoven with a old tale they heard from their parents, about a ghost who haunts a nearby ravine, the spirit of an escaped slave woman. This book is hard to describe because I don't want to give away a major event that happens near the beginning. But it's excellent, a story about growing up and growing apart, grief, love, family, and the choices that people make. The writing is beautiful and powerful. I highly, highly recommend seeking this one out. Current Mood:  cheerfulCurrent Music: "The Auld Triangle" The Dropkick Murphys |
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