It’s that time of year again! Last week, my family and I worked hard to get the garden planted. I love seeing how far we’ve come since the first little garden I planted. It’s more than tripled in size and variety!! We’ve learned a lot in the past few years, and this year we’re hoping for a harvest that’s better than ever! I’m doing a bit of data collection this year- figuring out which plants grow well in what areas and how to maximize the effectiveness of our planting strategies. It’s something I’m going at alone, but I have the whole family behind me helping with all the unique aspects of growing a garden. We still have a lot more left to plant (herbs and flowers and blueberries, oh my!), but for the base garden, this is what we have going on this year: tomatoes, peppers, eggplant, lettuce, arugula, beets, radishes, cucumbers, zucchini, yellow squash, and acorn squash. Here’s hoping this year will yield a delightful amount of veggies and the weather will be in our favor!!
I have a love/hate relationship with Fight Club, mostly because the parts I hate are the parts that make it an absolute work of genius. I found the main character’s unreliability to be completely frustrating, especially because it is not apparent at first. However, I understand that Palahniuk was attempting to place the reader in the mind of a split personality and recreating the frustration and whirlwind mindset of such a personality. It’s full of absurdity in the Soap Company, only made more ridiculous by the fact that who knows if it’s even happening! Seriously, could it get more annoying than that? Literally it could all be happening, it could half be happening, or it could be in his head. The narrator is so unreliable the reader has no idea what to believe (annoying right?), but even more annoying is that Palahniuk realizes how annoying it is and it’s the exact annoyance he’s trying to create because his narrator has a split personality!
So, there’s my mini rant about Fight Club. There’s so much to unpack in this book, it makes an excellent book club pick, especially if you’re able to watch the movie as well. Additionally, a second read will undoubtedly cause more details to pop out and provide the reader with a deeper understanding of the narrator(s) and Palahniuk’s inconspicuous hints of what may or may not be going on in this novel.
Let me know what you thought of the novel in the comments!
Rebecca Solnit’s essay collection Men Explain Things to Me was a book club pick that I went into with no knowledge of Solnit, her style, or what it was about. Honestly, it was an emotional roller coaster. Solnit is funny, witty, serious, factual, uplifting, and includes more reality checks than the average person hopes to encounter in 150 pages. Punctuated with simple, yet powerful, art by Ana Teresa Fernandez, Solnit takes on the gender divide and how inequality continues to play out in our society in small, everyday ways. She takes on rape (more than once), people who are against same-sex marriage, Virginia Woolf, and many more topics.
Naturally, I enjoyed her inclusion of Cassandra from Troy, since that is where the meaning of my name (Kassandra) comes from. She was cursed with the gift of foresight that no one believed. In other words, she knew what was going to happen, but everyone ignored her and thought she was a liar. Apollo cursed her because she refused to have sex with him. Of this, Solnit concludes: “The idea that loss of credibility is tied to asserting rights over your own body was there all along” (117). From the age of the Trojans to 2017, Cassandra’s story is relevant.
My favorite essay was “Grandmother Spider,” in which Solnit discussed the obliteration of women historically. She talks about family trees only recording men, women and children taking the last name of the husband and father, women historically having no legal existence once married, a veil covering a woman until she is basically invisible, and many more topics underneath the blanket of obliteration. In particular, I was struck by her language in describing the picture for that chapter, shown here:
A woman is hanging out the laundry. Everything and nothing happens. Of her flesh we see only several fingers and a pair of strong brown calves and feet. The white sheet hangs in front of her, but the wind blows it against her body, revealing her contours. It is the most ordinary act, this putting out clothes to dry, though she wears black high heels, as though dressed for something other than domestic work, or as if this domestic work was already a kind of dancing. Her crossed legs look as though they are executing a dance step. The sun throws her shadow and the dark shadow of the white sheet onto the ground. The shadow looks like a long-legged dark bird, another species stretching out from her feet. The sheet flies in the wind, her shadow flies, and she does all this in a landscape so bare and stark and without scale that it’s as though you can see the curvature of the Earth on the horizon. It’s the most ordinary and extraordinary act, the hanging out of laundry- and painting. The latter does what the wordless can do, invoking everything and saying nothing, inviting meaning in without committing to any particular one, giving you an open question rather than answers. Here, in this painting by Ana Teresa Fernandez, a woman both exists and is obliterated.
I found this passage to be simple, yet profound, as Solnit found the image.
Overall, I found Solnit’s collection to be all over the place emotionally. She conjured rage, pain, skepticism, reality, pride, and inspiration in me. She takes a hard look at gender inequality, and anyone willing to bypass the bias in their own minds will see that she presents a relatively fair view of the issues faced by women and all who value equality. The collection could be read all at once, or a little at a time, but regardless the message will ring true.
A few Saturdays ago I attended Namas Day in Philly. It’s a full day yoga workshop where you sign up for 4 different classes. Each one was an hour and half. That’s 6 hours of yoga- holy cow, was my body tired after or what! It was an amazing experience and I’m so glad I attended and exposed myself to a few different types of yoga that I’m not used to. I will say, however, that this event was definitely not for beginners, and I felt a little out of my element as most of the people around me were seasoned yogi’s. Despite that, I enjoyed the challenge of trying new poses and not settling into my safe place and only doing what I felt certain I could master.
The most interesting class I took was called “The Dance of Bliss” led by Kelly Kamm. It totally changed the way I view yoga. She told the story of Shiva, the god of destruction, and the importance of falling and failing before moving forward. The story told us to embrace the fall, lean into it, learn from it, and accept it with grace.
I left there that day feeling inspired to do yoga everyday and meditate until it becomes natural.
I just love Nick, so I hope that however his life turns out, he’s happy. The majority of this post will consist of me complaining about the way the show was produced this season- so if you don’t care to hear my rant, carry on.
First of all, the season flew by because almost all of it was consumed with Corinne drama. While I think she showed her true colors at the Women Tell All, I’m not too proud to admit I love when there’s a bit of drama in the house. However- this was too much. Corinne wasn’t the Bachelor, Nick was! The fans of the show want to see him fall in love, not hear over and over again who is or isn’t a bitch and who’s vagine is or isn’t platinum, amirite?! Regardless, they spent so much time making her into villain, and then wanted us to do a 180 and love her. ……hellllloooo! You have the power! If you wanted us to like her, then you shouldn’t have given her so much screen time that painted her in a poor light!
Secondly, announcing that Rachel was the bachelorette was an annoying, but understandable move. However. Right up until she left, all of Bachelor Nation only saw a strong connection between the two of them. It’s hard to build up a love story for millions of viewers to confidently believe in with one week left. I just don’t understand why they didn’t truly build the connections and showcase the love stories between Nick and Raven and Nick and Vanessa? We’re watching this show to see the lead find love- not to “find out what happens next in this exciting thriller,” the whole thing is ridiculous. Stop with the continuing into the next week, and show us the love.
Finally, why on earth would they show nothing but Vanessa crying on the last day and Raven happy as can be? Yes, we understand that it was her being real- but after a season of everyone believing in Nick and Rachel, and getting distracted by Corinne’s nonsense, give us a break! We’ve seen Nick fall in love 3 times on the show- we care about him! We worry! We need a sense of peace and a chance to believe that he’s built a strong foundation and truly fallen for the girl he asks to marry him! We need the love story.
Bring back the days where Brad set up a picnic just for Emily, or when you knew right away that JP was the one. It does everyone a disservice if you don’t. Like when Desiree was dumped by Brooks and picked Chris and everyone thought she settled. Clearly not- they’re married with an adorable baby! But we didn’t see their love grow, we didn’t believe in it, and that’s not fair! They all went on TV to fall in love so we could SEE it happen! Let us see it! Let us believe it!
If you have any thoughts on my opinion, please share in the comments below! This post was not meant to say that I don’t think Nick and Vanessa will make it- only they know that- but merely that I wished to fall in love with their relationship as I had so many times before with the show.
The following is probably an unpopular opinion: I did not love Ellen’s book Seriously…I’m Kidding. It was like one of those movies that made the same joke over and over again and probably could have been an hour shorter. Don’t get me wrong: I love Ellen. She has an amazing personality and she’s great at her job and making people laugh. That personality shines through in this book and made the beginning really truly enjoyable and lovable and heart-warming. However, the jokes soon felt over-played and the sarcasm was overwhelming. I get that the title comes into effect here because she’s kidding- but at some point the whole book became a sort of stand up routine with pauses for laughter and forced quirkiness. Maybe it’s my fault for expecting this to read as a silly memoir and instead getting a joke book- my love for Ellen made my expectations too high. While I did initially enjoy the writing style and the conversational tone as well as the hilarity that is Ellen, about halfway through I was dying for something more.
Have you read Ellen’s book? Agree/Disagree? Experienced disappoint in a popular author or celebrity figure in terms of a book they’ve written? Let me know in the comments!
America the Beautiful, America the Brave,
America who’s changing every single day;
We sing Freedom, we sing Love,
We sing for tolerance from above.
They are happy, they are healthy,
but the Song of America
is more than its wealthy.