Category Archives: rambling

blather about how smart i am, my virgo-ness, and my inability to express myself

I am incredibly gifted at languages and linguistics. Not bragging, just saying. That’s my strong point. I can mimic the sounds of a foreign language after not much exposure. It only takes a little bit of partial or full immersion for me to start understanding the grammatical structure of a language, even if I don’t know any of the words. After four years of choir, a year of eighth-grade Latin, a semester of Portuguese, two and a half years of French, and many years of Spanish, I can recognize and “read” written languages, especially Germanic and Romance ones, competently enough. When I learn new words, I invariably pronounce them correctly. Languages are my strong point. We all have areas in which we excel, linguistic nuance happens to be one of mine.

So it’s interesting that last night I was writing a quick, informal review of a book on GoodReads, and I spent a great amount of time grasping for a word that I could literally see and hear, through some kind of curtain, in my head, but could not totally get out. I am very, very attached to my thesaurus, which is weird when you consider that I almost never need to look words up when I’m reading. I understand and remember the meaning of most English words, and I can look at them and probably tell you what language they come from, but I can’t call words up out of my head without a problem. And even though I can read a page of Spanish and be perfectly satisfied with the 80-100% I probably understood, I have a lot of difficulty translating word for word, and I absolutely hate it when people ask me “how do you say [blank] in Spanish?” because I cannot tell you, even if I previously spoke or read the word in question. I suppose my language skills are based on nuance, context, and intuition, not direct correlation. This is probably also why I don’t keep my languages separate in my brain, and why I don’t think I’ll ever be totally fluent in any of the languages I’ve studied, because they mix together. From growing up, my most comfortable way of talking about tropical fruit is to say the names in Portuguese, I use regionalisms and Spanglish slang, especially when talking about cultural or food things, I’m not funny except when I’m using Yiddish, and I adore learning new compound German nouns, because they are so damn good at expressing ideas. Continue reading

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ethics are not one size fits all

In a brief moment of vertigo-free lucidity, I thought I’d procrastinate the homework I’m behind on and blog about the things I’ve been thinking while my brain has been too fried to read or function normally.

The other night I participated in a telephone interview for a doctoral student studying Jewish women and social justice. We had a great conversation, and I think it did as much for me as it did for the woman interviewing me, because it gave me the chance to a) talk about myself, which I love, and b) rethink my identity and my commitment to my field and social justice, which I also enjoy.

Earlier this year, I posted about The Life You Can Save and made a pledge to donate a portion of my income to a philanthropic organization that is dedicated to eradicating global poverty. I couldn’t make as large a donation as I would like, but I plan to keep giving what I can while I’m in school, and once I make more than $60 a week, I’ll go with the real pledge. In the meantime, I’m making up the difference with my time. I’ve gotten involved with some other students and young people who are working with Peter Singer, the author of the book, to turn The Life You Can Save into a full-on movement, not just a website supporting a book about a great idea. Our first group meeting the other day really got me thinking again about ethics, and how I approach them, and how I should look into living a more ethical life. I think it’s important that ethics are not one size fits all, but there are some parts of ethics that I think are more or less nonnegotiable. Continue reading

happy with myself

When I joined CouchSurfing.org a million years ago, I filled in the “my mission” field on the profile as “My mission is to be happy with myself.” Since it was a few years after that before I started using the website regularly, it has remained my “mission.”

I like it, and it’s been a perpetual struggle. I’ve always tried to be too many people, and I’ve always been socially awkward, and I’ve always been better at doing/saying/appearing to be one thing in my head, and it always comes out different in real life.

Aaaaanyway, I think I’m on the road to that now. I’ve definitely gotten to the point where I am comfortable with myself–I don’t care if other people like to go to clubs and I prefer drinking parties with Scrabble; I don’t feel bad about not associating with people whose politics or personalities are offensive to me; and I’m happy to be a nerd. Continue reading

vanity! (sung to the tune of “agony” from “into the woods”)

I am actually more on the girly end of the spectrum than the tomboy side, though I think that binary is absurd. I refuse to leave my house if I don’t look showered and generally put together, I own a ton of hair products, and I’m happy to get free makeup samples when I buy my Clinique moisturizer twice a year. But I’m also very forgetful, so my relationship with makeup is generally the kind where I’m walking to the T and then I remember, “Oh, shoot! I was going to put on mascara today so that I would look pretty!” I own a lot of it, and I’m always happy when someone competent is playing with my hair or putting my makeup on for me, but I guess I don’t have the gene where you naturally know how to do your hair and makeup yourself. Also, not being particularly gifted with my optic sense, I am fascinated by people who cut my hair or people who can look at a magazine photo and copy a celebrity’s makeup, because I honestly don’t know what it is that they’re seeing in the follicles or eye folds, because I literally cannot see that kind of detail.

Anyway. This summer, when I was teaching high schoolers, I noticed how much makeup they were wearing. And I came to the realization that at 22 (now 23), I have reached the point where it really is important to kind of bow to society’s demands and wear a little makeup and present myself in a way that will not hinder my ability to get job interviews, be taken seriously, be seen as my age (I got carded for buying a lottery ticket on New Year’s Eve and was told I didn’t just look under 21; I looked under 18). Also, my body seems to have gotten confused about when you’re supposed to have acne, and instead of giving it to me when you’re supposed to get it, when your life already sucks as a teenager, I have it now. Anyway, I’ve now gotten mostly used to being a little more primpy on a somewhat regular basis. My eyebrows are always at some level of plucked, which is good, because I actually like the way they look now. I also wash my face at night before bed. In summary, I do all kinds of things that normal American girls have been doing since they were 12, except I started when I was 22. Continue reading

evidently

It is at 23 that you realize that, even though you were generally unhappy and incredibly uncomfortable during high school, and even though the people who treated you badly did so without question, you were also quite inexcusably a bitch during those four years. But also, it’s a high school memory, and most bad things from high school are at once meaningless and excusable but also totally and permanently scarring. Finally, this realization is an indication that high school truly never ends, by virtue of the fact that angst lives forever.

requisite end of 2011 post

This has definitely been the year of the most change, transition, growing up, getting my ass kicked, learning what’s important to me, freaking out for the first time about my future, etc etc. It’s been a year. Whatever. So are all other years. I don’t really do New Year’s Eve stuff if I can help it–last year I went to dinner with friends and then refused to go to a party, went home, and got a really good night’s sleep, starting at about 10:30pm. It was awesome. This year I’ve conceded to at least partially celebrating, but I never really cared for celebrating holidays much (by never, I mean for the last six or so years), which is why I try not to do stuff for my birthday, Halloween, etc. It’s never as fun or meaningful or what I want it to be anyway, and I don’t like forced sentimentality when random moments that are good or bad or whatever are so much more meaningful anyway.

That said, I do like to keep track of how many books I read in a calendar year; I do my taxes, so I keep track of how much money I make in a calendar year; and between semesters is as good a time as any to reflect on how my life has changed most recently.

So behold: my list of stuff that 2011 was made of. Tomorrow I’ll tell you how many books I managed to finish, and what I plan on doing with my 2012. And then I’ll get back to my normal, Scroogey, unholiday self. Continue reading

what i got out of crit class yesterday when we discussed deconstruction and post-structuralism

Everything can be meta if you try to explain it that way. Even Daylight Savings Time. Which, in my first experience of it, I survived!

a picky girl tries to eat

Since the best thing to do with my time is find more ways to spend it not doing schoolwork, I have started a second blog related to all things food, diet, and dietary restrictions. It’s pretty sparse right now, but eventually it will have recipes, book and television show reviews, photos essays, and more. It’s called A Picky Girl Tries to Eat, because it’s not exactly my fault that I’m high maintenance.

crunch time

21 days to go. That seems like so much, but it’s really no time at all, especially when you consider that I have next to nothing packed, somehow got a new job when I meant to start being unemployed, and haven’t been doing a good job of scheduling my goodbyes to people.

Scheduled goodbyes seem ridiculous, which is part of the problem. The other problem is that my new job is already stressing me out to the point that I dream that I’m performing menial duties from it. Usually it takes me a year to get to that point. then there’s the fact that rather than pack and say goodbye to people, I would rather be working on Camp NaNoWriMo and reading. I would generally always rather be reading, but now it’s critical, or at least it is in my head, because I now have 21 days to read certain books that I then need to return to the library, return to my sister, or write reviews on.

So I’ve revised my summer reading list, and now these are the priority books, for no real reason except the ones I’ve listed above. Some I was really excited about; others, I guess, it’s just their turn to be read.

I’m reading two now, one from the library and one for review:
Circle of Fire by Michelle Zink is the final book in the Prophecy of the Sisters trilogy, and I’ve already reviewed the first two, so of course I wanted to see how it all ends.
The Geeks Shall Inherit the Earth by Alexandra Robbins would sound great if it were by anyone, and the fact that it is by this awesome investigative journalist who also wrote Pledged and Secrets of the Tomb makes it a must-read. And finally the library had it!

Then there are these books, two from the library, one for review, and one which my sister lent me.
Witches of East End by Melissa de la Cruz: I liked her a lot when I was a teen, and this sounds fun.
The Great Night by Chris Adrian: It was already something I really wanted to read this summer, because I love retellings of classics.
Dreams of Significant Girls by Cristina Garcia: I love it when books that already looked interesting are offered on the review list and I get them.
Queen of the South by Arturo Perez Reverte: I know next to nothing about it, but I want to see why my sister likes it, and I like the idea of reading something in translation because it means I’m expanding my literary world a little.

If I weren’t working, this would be no problem. But now it looks like I might actually be cutting this rather close. And the only reason I have a chance at all is because I have a pile of magazines that I’m ignoring until I leave for Boston, and the other new books I bought and really wanted to read are also going unread until I unpack them again.

It’s ridiculous that this is my biggest point of stress in a looming cross-country move.