Food

Isn’t it interesting how many family functions are centered around food? Unless one is participating in a religious holiday that involves fasting, food is served at just about any event one can imagine. If one attends a birthday party, there is usually food. New Year’s parties, food. A wedding without food is practically unheard of. Even wakes are associated with food. The dictionary defines a wake as “a watch or vigil held beside the body of someone who has died, sometimes accompanied by ritual observances including eating and drinking.”

Why is it that people cannot seem to celebrate without food?

They say that food brings people together. Young women used to be taught that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. Young men were told that women love a man who knows his way around the kitchen.

I think we rely far too much on food for family and community. My family eats dinner together at the table. This is something I find important. However, I think we as humans ought to be able to spend time together without a plate or platter in between. Can you imagine a Fourth of July without a BBQ? A Thanksgiving without a turkey? How crazy would it be if we ate just enough to be healthy and satisfied and then gathered to spend time together? What would we do?

 

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Dancing

I had, a few months ago, introduced my daughter to The Breakfast Club.

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I have loved The Breakfast Club since the first time I watched it and now share my love of the film with my own adolescent daughter. Since the first time we sat together viewing these high school students learn that they have more in common than they’d ever imagined, my daughter and I have watched it at least three more times when homework and responsibilities were completed. The most recent viewing was Sunday evening.

On Sunday, while cooking dinner, my 13-year-old was seated at the computer and we were talking about something; I cannot even remember what. She started quoting Bender’s lines while discussing clubs and organizations with Brian and Claire, “So it’s sorta social, demented and sad, but social.” Naturally, once the quoting began, the film inevitably had to be put on the television.

Toward the end of the movie, after the confessions scene and the majority of the conflict, the five “teenagers” play music and start dancing like mad. Bender is up on a statue, Claire is on the stairs, and then a montage of them all dancing in groups and individually commences. My daughter looked at me as she watched Claire dancing and asked, “How does she dance like that?” Which of course, led to this conversation:

Me: It’s not that hard.

Daughter: Can you dance like that?

Me: I grew up in the 80s and 90s. Of course I can because it isn’t hard to dance like that.

Daughter: Show me.

Me: No. You try it first.

Daughter: I can’t do that.

Me: Sure you can. All she’s doing is kicking her legs, stepping in place, and throwing her arms and hair around.

Daughter: Show me.

So of course I got up and started dancing like a child straight out of the 80s.

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Naturally, my darling girl promptly joined in. The two of us started dancing like crazy to Karla DeVito’s “We Are Not Alone.”

Sometimes after spending so much of our time dedicated to homework, parenting, cooking, cleaning, reading, and writing, we need to take the time to jump up and start dancing.

Although, I never have been able to pull of Bender and Allison’s dance moves. Anyone master that one?

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The Vessel

Today’s writing prompt is titled, “The Vessel.” The directions are simple, “Write about a ship or other vehicle that can take you somewhere other than where you are right now.” My response may be somewhat unorthodox for some.

Many people might be expecting me to write about a car, a plane, a boat, or a train. Some truly imaginative may be expecting me to write about a spacecraft of some kind. I could write about a helicopter. But these are not the vessels I use to take me somewhere other than where I am. The vessels that release me from the world, that take me outside of myself are books. Books are rockets for the mind. A really good book will remove me from this time and space and transport me to some fictional realm where I can experience the thoughts and feelings of some other being.

I’d recently read an article that solidified my views on fiction and put them into words better than I ever could. In “This is How Literary Fiction Teaches Us to Be Human,” Tom Blunt writes about how literary fiction lends itself to promote empathy in readers. Prolific readers often spend a great deal of time within the diverse worlds provided in the many books we read. Each world offers a different set of successes, struggles, triumphs, tragedies, and values. As we experience the feelings of the characters and read their thoughts, we incorporate a piece of them into our own identities without realizing it. We learn to be more open to others’ thoughts, feelings, and motivations. Blunt explored this concept and the growing science around it. If you have time, it’s well worth a read. It’s also so closely aligned with my own view on the value of reading.

I’ve often  said that what I love most about fiction is what we can learn from it. If you want to know about a specific event in the past, the date it occurred, the events leading up to it, and the effects of it, you look in a history book. If you want to know what it was like for the common man in that time period, you look in a novel, a poem, or some other literary work. Authors seek to show the world the inner makings of the mind. We can teach our children about the Holocaust in a history lesson, but they can understand the tragedy and pain experienced if you read Elie Wiesel’s Night. One can know the history of racism in the United States of America, but one can see just how damaging prejudice and racism are by reading Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eye.

I have been fortunate to have a happy and love-filled life. Some might even say that, outside of a lifetime struggle with narcolepsy, my life has been easy. However, I have traveled to times and places with pain and anguish, violence and abuse, happiness and joy, success, triumph, death, life, disease, madness, miracles, love, loss, unity, division, and so many more experiences than can be listed here. I travel to these times and places frequently and the vessels that take me are books.

The Unrequited Love Poem

I once took a class built solely around sonnets. I remember many a sonnet by Sir Philip Sidney being laden with unrequited love. One such sonnet would be from Astrophil and Stella. In Sonnet 31, Sidney expresses longing and despair over his unrequited love:

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb’st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What, may it be that even in heav’nly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries!
Sure, if that long-with love-acquainted eyes
Can judge of love, thou feel’st a lover’s case,
I read it in thy looks; thy languish’d grace
To me, that feel the like, thy state descries.
Then, ev’n of fellowship, O Moon, tell me,
Is constant love deem’d there but want of wit?
Are beauties there as proud as here they be?
Do they above love to be lov’d, and yet
Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess?
Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?

 
I have never experienced the agonies of hopeless longing that are associated with unrequited love. I was fortunate enough to fall in love with one who loves me quite passionately in return. Unlike my own experience, Astrophil’s love for Stella is fruitless, being that Stella is married to another. In this particular poem, Astrophil speaks to the moon, viewing the moon as a fellow sufferer of unrequited love. While personally unfamiliar with the feeling, I have seen so many men and women dedicated to one individual who does not share their affections.

Why do people maintain such devotion without reciprocation? In many instances, the object of the unrequited lover’s affections are often proud and disdainful toward the lover, while at the same time maintaining some desire to keep his or her lonely worshiper tied to him or her by a string of half-hearted affections, forever feeding crumbs of fruitless hope. I’ve often decided this results from a degree of low self-esteem, in which the proud beloveds need the boost of affection from the unrequited lovers to make them feel good about themselves. I find it infuriating, however, because we are all worthy of equal love.

Outside the Window

My computer sits right next to the living room window. The blinds are open and there is a quiet breeze blowing. The trees are gently swaying and bobbing to the gentle pressure of the easy wind. It’s a peaceful vision. It also remind me of how often I fail to sit and watch nature just to enjoy the beauty of our planet. I cannot remember when was the last time I looked out the window just to see the world rather than to see if someone had arrived or who was honking their horn.

We get so busy sometimes that we fail to simply enjoy existing in a moment of peace. It’s as though we should feel guilty for not filling every moment of the day with some kind of productive activity. And when we do have time to sit back, many of us resort to some electronic vista over the natural beauty of the world. What would we do if all electronics became inaccessible for one day. Imagine that on a weekly basis! If every Wednesday phones, computers, iPads, tablets, Kindles, televisions, video games, or whatever other battery-operated or electrically powered digital device which holds our attention would become completely useless and powerless, what would we do? How would we react? Would we take the time for meaningful face-to-face connections? Would we enjoy a moment soaking in the sun and watching the trees blow in the wind? Would we just find another way to fill the time with mundane busy work?

I’ve decided on something while sitting here looking out my window. I’m going to have my morning cup of coffee or tea with nothing electronic in front of me. I’m going to sit on my porch and start my day watching the sun climb and the trees dance.

Daily Writing Challenge

When I created this blog, it was my intent to write regularly about whatever came to mind. I also planned to include reviews to books I’d been reading. I think it is obvious that I failed miserably at keeping with those goals. However, I find myself wishing to return to my blog and try again. I am a busy person, but one must find time to write for pleasure.

To kickstart my blog, I’ve decided to implement a daily writing challenge. I will adhere to Think Written’s “365 Creative Writing Prompts.” My goal is to start in order until I’ve reached number 365. While my objective is to write daily, I will forgive myself if I skip a weekend every once in a while. I do, after all, have a family and responsibilities. In the course of this 365 blog prompt challenge, I will likely intersperse other posts about life and the world. One of the primary reason that I’ve shied away from writing here was because I felt myself becoming increasingly political and didn’t want to turn into another politic-laden blog.  Despite the desire to avoid this outcome, readers may come across posts that are, in fact, reflective of my political views.

I don’t know that anyone will read this, as it is primarily to keep me motivated and writing. However, if someone should perchance come across my humble posts, I hope you enjoy a glimpse into the life of a voracious reader, lifelong learner, aspiring educator, loving wife, adoring mother, and sleepy woman.

A Life Plugged In

We live in a digital age. Every person in my life above the age of 11 owns a smartphone. Many people own portable gaming devices, tablets, or laptops. In my immediate family, we have 4 Kindles, 2 Nintendo 2DSs, 2 Nintendo 3DSs, and 3 smartphones. And that’s just the portable entertainment.

I used to watch people go to dinner with their families and see kids with portable DVD players or a DS while parents were looking at their smartphones. I couldn’t understand why a family bothered to go out to eat together just to be so separate.

One of the recent times my family went out to dinner, my husband and I played Yahtzee on my phone, pass and play, while my children played Life on a gaming device supplied by the restaurant. I realized that we had become “that family.” The one I didn’t understand before. The odd part is that when we have dinner at home, I have a strict no electronics or toys at the table. Dinner around the table is a time for discussions and family connection.

I feel like so much of our time with friends and family is spent looking down at a screen instead of in another’s eyes. As a society, we now have a way to remain connected to friends and family and yet we’re becoming more disconnected from each other all of the time…

Wouldn’t it be nice if people started to recharge their relationships instead of their electronics?

Made of Stars

One of my favorite shirts is a long sleeve purple shirt printed with golden words: “We are made of stars.” I also have it in light lavender thermal with white letters.

Evolution tells us that we all come from a common ancestor. By “we all,” I am not referring to human beings. I’m referring to all life on Earth. Genomic studies have shown that human beings share DNA with every living thing on the planet. Humans have DNA that is 85% similar to that of mice and 41% similar to bananas. BANANAS! That means that 41% of your genetic code is the same as a banana. How crazy is that?

It isn’t just that all life comes from a common ancestor either. All matter is a combination of atoms. In the early days of our universe, more like the early seconds after the big bang, it started cooling to a state that allowed subatomic particles to assemble into atoms. The atoms, namely hydrogen and helium, fused together over millions of years into stars. Through a long process that I won’t explain (I’m no Physicist), a star ages and goes supernova. It explodes. That exploded star travels through the universe and binds together in a new location, creating new stars and elements.

The human body is largely made up of water. Water is a combination of 2 hydrogen atoms and 1 oxygen atom. The atoms that make up every human being, every everything, come from stardust that traveled over billions of years through billions of light-years of space.

So, next time you look in the mirror and frown at some imperfection reflected back at you, remember a time when you stood beneath the night sky and marveled in awe as the stars twinkled in the universe’s inky black depths. Then tell yourself that those incredible celestial giants are the building blocks of all life on this crazy planet. If those stars can twinkle and shine with such awe-inspiring beauty, so can you.

Down She Goes

I am an expert faller. I could win medals for my falling prowess. It’s not that I do so gracefully. I mean, honestly, how does anyone fall gracefully? I’m convinced that those beautiful, ballerina-style swooners are faking it. No, there’s nothing graceful about watching me hit the floor. I just manage to crash to the carpet (or hardwood, concrete, tile, linoleum, etc.) with a certain style. “Why do you say that?” you may ask…. Well, I suppose it would be because people always tend to become somewhat dramatic around me when it occurs, so it must be quite a site to behold. If I had to guess as to why, I would assume it is because it’s never quite expected. Granted, I’m not speaking of my husband, children, parents, or other close family members. They’re used to it. No, it’s when I’m near people I don’t know that it becomes traumatic for them and humorous for me.

The thing is, if you don’t know me, I look remarkably healthy. I’m not too fat or too thin. I have a healthy, if somewhat pale (sunblock keeps away skin cancer and wrinkles), skin tone. There isn’t anything obvious about me that would indicate that I might hit the floor unexpectedly and that it would be a normal thing. I look like your average, everyday, 30-something woman.

So why do I create the occasional frenzy when I hit the pavement?

I have Narcolepsy. Narcolepsy is largely misunderstood. I don’t fall asleep and hit the floor in unconsciousness. Neither do the majority of actual people with Narcolepsy. Mr. Bean and that woman on Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo have the world fooled. I experience something that not all people with Narcolepsy have to deal with: cataplexy. I know what many are thinking, “Cata-whatsy?” Cataplexy… Not to be confused with catalepsy, the condition with which Madeline Usher suffered in Edgar Allen Poe’s The Fall of the House of Usher. There will be no burying me alive, thank you very much.

Cataplexy is sudden paralysis resulting from heightened emotion. So, the short explanation:

I’m walking along and someone jumps out in front of me, shouting “BOO!” Plop, down I go. (Haunted Houses are not my friend)

I’m arguing (lovingly and respectfully) with my husband and I’m rightfully angry and frustrated (because, of course, I’m right and he hasn’t yet realized it). Plop, down I go.

The children and I are playing and it becomes “TICKLE MOMMY” time. Plop, down I go.

Really, there isn’t any emotion that isn’t plop-worthy. Now, for the record, this doesn’t happen every time I get emotional. Thank you pharmaceutical manufacturers (even though you actually suck and charge far too much money, gouging patients for medications that cost pennies to manufacture and were once sold over-the-counter). It doesn’t even happen 50% of the time, anymore. But when it does happen, if it happens around someone new, I get to listen to the hysteria around me and witness the drama caused by my paralyzed body. That’s the key point. I’m fully conscious and aware, just paralyzed.

You can learn a lot about people when you experience this symptom. I’ve heard people talk badly about me, thinking I couldn’t hear them. I’ve heard genuine concern from people I thought didn’t know I existed. I’ve heard panic from the cool headed and calm from the usually emotional. I’ve heard 911 calls. I’ve heard jokes. I’ve heard, “Daddy, Mommy’s on the floor again!” yelled through the house in a simple demonstrative sentence, as if someone’s yelling, “Dinner’s on the table!”

The statements that always strike me as the most bizarre are the “I don’t know how she does it” or “That poor woman” or some other such comment. I’m not one to be pitied. I’m also not one to be admired. I just live my life. My life just includes the occasional plop.

An Ever Shrinking Planet

The world was once a vast place to live, taking weeks and longer to travel from one continent to another. When the Susan Constant, Godspeed, and Discovery left London to establish Jamestown, they took a circuitous route to guarantee favorable wind conditions and the trip took 144 days. 144 days to travel from London to Virginia! Today you manage a journey between the two in just over 8 hours. By the 1700s, journeys across the Atlantic took between 8 and 12 weeks. Since mail was transferred on the same ships that carried people, a letter sent from America to Europe would take at least 8 weeks to arrive. Today I can send an email or text message my friend in Europe and she’d receive it within moments.

Technology has made the world smaller. It is a miniature version of what it once was, figuratively speaking. Because of this, it is far more vital than ever to ensure that we are understanding and knowledgeable about the planet and its inhabitants.

Michio Kaku talks about types of Civilizations: Type I, Type II, and Type III. According to his classifications, Earth is a Type 0 Civilization. According to Kaku, a Type I Civilization is a planetary one which has complete control over its planet. Type II Civilizations have control over stars and Type III over galaxies.

To become a global planet, a Type I planet, we would need to learn to live as a global people. In the above video Kaku claims that “around the year 2100 we will become a Type I civilization.”

In order for this to occur, we need to overcome a great deal as human beings: cultural differences, religious differences, language barriers, etc. Translation technology has been advancing, which can help resolve language barriers. Do we need to adapt a single global language or is translation equipment enough? Can we overcome our cultural differences? Can we eliminate wars based on religion and politics? Are we capable of establishing a global economy?

In many science fiction stories, humans have achieved the advancement into a Type I Civilization. Although, in several, it was only with the help of extraterrestrials that we were capable of such a feat. In Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey, it was the monolith which affected human evolution and pushed humanity into a new technological era. In Dawn by Octavia E. Butler, it was the Oankali, an extraterrestrial species that saved the inhabitants of Earth from global extinction, that attempt to push humanity into a new era via genetic merging and modification.

We do not have a monolith on the moon. There is no spacecraft containing a species of symbiotic extraterrestrials orbiting our planet. I’ve yet to see a TARDIS with the Doctor to perfect language translations. Without them, can we learn to coexist on this miniature planet? Will we destroy ourselves before we can advance into a planetary civilization? Can we learn to adapt to the changes that are necessary to evolve into the next version of ourselves?