tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85360044923893190572024-03-08T17:19:28.247-05:00we recommend things to youthings we think you should experience or do. the things in question are usually cultural.mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-52211954669691436562010-12-24T18:33:00.005-05:002010-12-24T19:00:42.471-05:00"everything's eventual" (apologies to Stephen King)So, this blog is over. Dead. Ended. It seems fitting I should post this on Christmas Eve, the internet equivalent of shrieking into a vacuum. <br /><br />The reasons for this blog's demise are twofold, and both indescribably painful:<br /><br />1. The <a href="http://mirandathom.blogspot.com/2010/06/most-important-recommendation-i-can.html">last post</a> I made here took everything out of me. Every time i tried to come back to write, I saw it, and I couldn't think of anything else except my poor cat's dead limp body and how everything <i>smelled</i> that day. <br /><br />And, more recently and painfully,<br /><br />2. There is no more MirandaThom. One <span style="font-style:italic;">could say</span> that Thom is now blogging at Rebecca-aka-Specs-and-Thom-in-a-cheap-motel-in-Sikeston-Missouri-within-an-intricate-web-of-malicious-lies.blogspot.com. He has yelled at me that telling people what he did is "very unflattering" to me, but I think if you do something so hurtful and deliberate and dishonest that people's opinions of you change just from hearing it, it says more about your actions than about any aims or goals of the person you hurt. I think sometimes people should choose their actions when considering how much they will hurt people who care about them before screaming about how the people react, especially when said actions are engineered to occur at a stressful time and in the most painful way possible. I think it's pointless to conduct oneself in such an amoral, cavalier, dishonest, and hurtful manner and then cry for "privacy." But what do I know? I doubt anything I say is taken seriously, by anyone. If people judge others on their hurtful actions, I have no control over that. If people carry out malicious actions designed to hurt me, I have the right to discuss it with the people who <i>are</i> my friends. The ones who don't lie to me. Besides, nobody reads this anyway. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Anyway.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I want to leave the blog up, because I want people to know what happened to my cat, and I want my story to not die. There need to be records of these things. I'm sick of people hurting others and getting away with it. If other people are hurting because Petsmart killed their beloved pet, I want them to know they're not alone, and to be able to contact me if they want to talk. </span><br /><br /><br />Regardless, if you actually liked reading what i wrote here - and I did enjoy writing most of it - I am going to be blogging in the following places:<br /><br />1. New personal blog: <a href="http://operemur-bonum.blogspot.com">Operemur Bonum/</a>. i will be so embarrassed if the Latin is incorrect. I will be posting media recommendations, vegetarian recipes, cat pictures, and probably little else. The blog's full title is Dum tempus habemus, operemur bonum: "While we have the time, let us do good." <br /><br />2. I'm going to be blogging occasionally at <a href="http://geekbuffet.wordpress.com/">Geek Buffet</a>. I am very excited about that opportunity. <br /><br />I hope some of you will follow my writing at either or both of these. I am also developing a blog for my freelance tutoring / editing, but that will be likely focused on and targeted to English language learners. If anyone is interested in that, email me. <br /><br /><br />Regardless, thanks so much for your support and enthusiasm. Especially thank you to those of you who commented on the entry about my cat, who passed the entry along, who signed the petition. That means a lot to me.mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-14324920641865208372010-06-14T18:16:00.004-04:002010-06-14T23:28:49.567-04:00the most important recommendation i can make to youToday's recommendation has been almost a year and a half in coming. If you read through, you will see why. This might be triggering for some people. I know it is for me. But I need to write this so that maybe, someday, the right thing will happen, and to make sure this doesn't happen to anyone else. All I really ask is that if you read this, please try and be respectful of what happened to me and how it has affected my life. All I ask is that you respect my pain and grief even if you don't agree with the reasons for it. <br /><br />Every time I have tried to write this since December 2008, I have gotten physically ill and just couldn't do it. But today i am forcing myself to. I know I'm going to be sick the rest of the day, but I have to do this.<br /><br />Consider this entry an open letter to the CEO of Pets Mart, Philip Francis.<br /><br /><b>Today's recommendation is boycotting Pets Mart because their groomers killed my cat. Pets Mart kills pets.</b><br /><br />Dear Mr. Francis:<br /><br />My cat, Einstein (or Ei[se]nstein) was my life. He was beautiful. I got him when I was 16 years old - he was a 12 week old rescued runt kitten born to a Persian my dad's friend rescued from a cat mill. He was fun, affectionate, and a good friend. Although I did not have papers for him, he was purebred. <br /><br />When I moved to Indiana in 2008, he sat on my lap for the majority of the 12 hour trip. He was in good health and loved his new, spacious apartment (that I paid the rent for). <br /><br />On December 17, 2008, I was about to leave to visit my boyfriend after the end of my first semester out here. As it was finals, I realized at the last minute that I had forgotten to schedule a grooming appointment for Einstein and I did not want the cat sitter to have to deal with grooming or brushing him herself. <br /><br />Einstein had been to the groomer many, many times in his life, and had also been groomed at home by me. Each time I took him to a groomer, they gushed about how easy he was to work with, how friendly he was. <br /><br />Because I worry, I worried each and every time. But he was fine. Each time I groomed him, he was obviously not happy, but he was cooperative and never displayed any ill effects.<br /><br />Except for the one time in my life I patronized Pets Mart. Specifically, the location at 240 N Gates Dr, Bloomington, Indiana. <br /><br />I was happy, at first, that they had gotten him in on such short notice. I wasn't feeling well that day. I got out of the car and slipped on the ice. I had a fleeting thought that I should reschedule this. I didn't. If I had, everything would have been different.<br /><br />I dropped him off. While I waited in line, I snapped a picture of him in his carrier and emailed it to my Livejournal, hoping to do a before/after picture. "Take good care of him," I said to the dumb girl who checked him in (and also apparently killed him). "He's all I've got." <br /><br /><br />And that was it. That was the last I ever saw him alive.<br /><br />I walked to Old Navy, intent on idly window-shopping until they were done with him. <br /><br />While I was at Old Navy, less than 15 minutes after I dropped him off, I got a phone call from Pets Mart. They said that he was "panting heavily" and that "his tongue turned blue." Involuntarily I let out a horrified gasp. I asked if he was okay. They didn't answer, and only told me to come over there. <br /><br />I sprinted back to the Pets Mart, where my life unraveled. <br /><br />I ran to the groomers, my hands shaking. They told me to go to the vet people. The receptionist did not get off the phone or acknowledge my presence. I called Thom, my boyfriend. I was panicking. <br /><br />As I told Thom what was going on, I noticed the groomers watching me through their window, pointing at me. <br /><br />At one point I sank to the floor. Not once did anyone acknowledge me, ask if I was all right, or offer any updates. I started sobbing. I don't really remember how long that went on and at one point everything kind of grayed out. Finally I was told to go into a back room. As I entered, the dumb girl who checked me in came storming out. <br /><br />That was it. It was over. All the manager said over and over was, "We're sorry." I could not process this as realty. I still can't, on many levels. I sat there uncomprehending. I asked to talk to the vet, who was one of the most condescending and sneering individuals I have ever had the misfortune of dealing with, and I am not just saying that because she killed my cat. She rolled her eyes and obviously could not hurry away fast enough. She tried to sell me an autopsy. Nice, huh? <br /><br />For hours, I sat there. Nothing was done to preserve my privacy or dignity. As I sat sobbing and holding my dead cat, the receptionist's child or some customer's child kept peering into the window of where I was sitting. I didn't know what to do. I had just moved here. I barely knew anyone. All I had was my cat. And he was taken from me by some hourly-wage employees of a big box store. I had no idea what to do. I wanted to call the police, but I was waiting for someone, anyone, to advocate for me, to help me negotiate what had literally always been the product of my irrational worrying imagination. <br /><br />At one point, the manager asked how old my cat was. "Nine," I said. <br /><br />"That's a real long life for one of them flat-faced cats," he said. What compassion! What empathy! Also, what an incorrect statement! (<a href="http://www.persian-cats.com/intro/character.shtml">"Typically, the life span of a Persian is 15 years and up."</a>) My cat was not old. He was middle-aged and in good health, and his life was cut short due to this company's incompetence.<br /><br />At another point, someone - I don't remember if it was the vet or the manager - said in an offhand way that "sometimes cats like that just get scared to death." <br /><br />I would like to know what "scared [my cat] to death." It is my hypothesis that they gave him something to 'calm him down' for the grooming, and killed him either via overdose or because he wasn't supposed to have things like that. He had a recent (within 3-4 months) certificate of health from a vet, and as the person who took care of him, he had been his usual self even that morning. A lot of people sneer at me that they think it was just "something that happened" and that they didn't really kill him. But between his track record of good behavior / experiences at the groomer and recent bill of clean health, I truly believe that <b>the grooming employees at the Bloomington, Indiana Pets Mart were directly responsible for my cat's sudden death, and I hope someday they are held accountable for it.</b> I do not understand how they allowed an animal to go into that much distress, why they didn't call me immediately, and why they delayed speaking to me once I arrived at the store. Yes, there are always variables when working with animals, but <br /><br />This was one of the most traumatic experiences of my life. I had no idea what to do and nothing was offered - no solutions, alternatives, explanations. The implication, particularly from the vet, was that . I said I would like to have him cremated, which I guess is a mistake, but I was trapped in that little room. My only alternative seemed to be to drive with my cat's dead body in my car to somewhere where someone might help me, and I had no idea where that was. I could not think rationally or objectively. I feel that the way the staff treated me was intended to get me to feel powerless, so they could cover up their handling of my cat. Not only was the most important being in my life killed, I was made into a spectacle. <br /><br />My knees almost buckled as I walked out with the empty carrier. I wanted to scream at the people going into the groomers, Don't do it! They will kill you precious pet! <br /><br />It wasn't until 8 hours later that the picture of him in his carrier showed up on my journal. It was strange and terrifying. Like a ghost. <br /><br />This, though disjointed, is how I understand the aftermath of this incident: <br /><br /><br />The holidays are ruined for me forever. <br /><br />I cannot look at pictures of my beautiful cat. I cannot talk about him or share memories or remember him. Nine years of happy memories were erased by one horrendous afternoon in a hateful big box store, holding his dead, cold body while idiots bullied me into making the wrong choices. <br /><br />I cannot drive by one of those stores or see any of their commercials or ads without feeling sick to my stomach and lightheaded.<br /><br />In ways I do not wish to discuss in detail here, this incident has severely impacted my ability to make a living or continue my studies.<br /><br />This incident has never ended and never will. Yes, as many people have pointed out, I have other cats now - because I have a strong commitment to animal rescue (saving lives - a strange concept to Pets Mart, I am sure) - and felt that if anything positive could come out of this, it would be saving the lives of other cats. They are good cats, but I wish that my having them had not come about in this way. <br /><br />I have no power; I am a poor graduate student who will likely be destitute forever. I half-expect the corporation to come in and shut my blog down over this. <br /><br />Yes, I realize that losing <i>people</i> is much more terrible and injustices worse happen all the time. That's part of why I haven't posted this. But all I know is that this is the worst thing that has happened to me and nothing in my life has really been okay since. Every single day, I cannot shake the searing, crushing, totalizing guilt that if I had just gone to the OTHER big-box groomer - or even a better, smaller one - <i>everything would have been different</i>. <br /><br />I cannot shake my discomfort with the fact that those people are just going on with their lives, and will never be held accountable for what they did to my cat, and to me. <br /><br />Finally, I cannot stop wondering about whether he hurt, or was scared, or was angry at me. If his life ended with confusion and terror, if he thought I had abandoned him. <br /><br /><br /><b>What do I want from Pets Mart?</b><br /><br />Since I am assuming that they can't raise the dead, not that much. As far as I know they cremated him for free, and they even gave me a bottle of water when I was hyperventilating, eventually. Class acts! Free water and cremation with every pet they kill! <br /><br />I would, however, like:<br /><br />1. A written acknowledgment that this was their fault: not just my cat's death but the condescending, degrading way in which I was treated.<br /><br />2. An assurance that the groomers who killed my cat that day are no longer working with animals or, god forbid, <i>children</i>. <br /><br />3. An assurance that they are enacting more store-wide policies to better prevent such incidents from occurring. An acknowledgment that due to their handling of my situation, this horrible event became infinitely more traumatic than it had to be. <br /><br />4. Paying for the treatment necessary for my ability to function after this incident would be nice, too. I do not want to discuss this in detail in this format. <br /><br />5. A demonstration of empathy and compassion. The entire time i was there, I was treated much like a shoplifter or a nuisance. <br /><br /><B>What do I want from <i>you</i>?</b><br /><br />1. Boycott Pets Mart. Avoiding one big box store is not that hard. Write them a letter why if you feel like it: Tell them that due to the incident on December 17, 2008, at the Bloomington, Indiana location, in which the groomers killed a customer's purebred cat, you will not be patronizing their store any more. If you feel like it, tell them that you strongly condemn the way they handled that situation <br /><br />There are many local alternatives in many communities. If you must go to a big box store, PetCo seems to have a better record. If you don't live near anything, try PetFoodDirect.com. If you live in Bloomington, T&T Feed and Seed is a wonderful pet supply store and I have heard great things about Delilah's. <br /><br />2. Please share this story. The more the word is out, the bigger an impact this will have on their bottom line. Since they do not care about the reasons their customers come (i.e., the animals they love as family members), it is obviously important to hit them where it hurts, which is their profit line. This needs to be the public relations nightmare that it should be. Repost, link, retweet, tell your friends - please. <br /><br />3. Just -- exercise and demonstrate compassion and kindness, to everyone, to all living things. So many people surprised me in terrible ways by saying insensitive, insulting, condescending, or even horrific things to me (up to and including the statement that they "hope[d] Einstein's death was slow and painful.") <br /><br /><b>If you are an attorney licensed to practice in Indiana, and would like to discuss this matter, please contact me. I would still like to believe there is justice and fairness in the world. I can be contacted at mirandom at gmail dot com and am willing to travel to discuss this matter. </b> <br /><br />IN CONCLUSION:<br /><br /><B>PETS MART UNAPOLOGETICALLY AND GLIBLY KILLS PETS. AVOID THEM AT ALL COSTS!</b> <br /><br />Petition is <a href="http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/petsmart-boycott-petsmart-groomers-kill-pets">here</a>.<br /><br />Reliving this was incredibly painful and upsetting for me. I hope if you read this, it wasn't quite as bad for you. <br /><br />Thank you so very much if you read this.mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-81886475192383212032010-05-20T19:12:00.002-04:002010-05-20T19:34:22.940-04:00what more can you give or risk than a life?It's been a long time since I stayed up all night reading a book, but that is exactly what I did the other day with <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1935554042?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1935554042">Every Man Dies Alone</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1935554042" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />. (ACHTUNG, that's an AMAZON link) by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hans_Fallada">Hans Fallada</a> (Don't worry, FTC, that was Wikipedia!). <br /><br />I guess I'm a little twisted, or maybe I have been watching too much Daria on the box set. Either way, my light summer reading can best be described as "a five hundred page novel about living and resisting to Nazi rule." But wait! <br /><br />The novel follows Otto and Anna Quangel's campaign of resistance against Hitler. The campaign is ineffectual - immature, even. They write and drop tiny postcards, often in rhyme, deriding Hitler. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1935554042?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1935554042">Every Man Dies Alone</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1935554042" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> is an intricately plotted, suspenseful ensemble novel. It's a weird novel. For one thing, it's enormous. The sheer scale of characters, points of view, and relationships is reminiscent of Dickens or Hugo. Yet it is informed with a postmodern sensibility. <br /><br />What I hate about World War II literature and film produced after the war is that it's all so heavily weighted with its own importance. It's filled with wink-wink, nudge-nudge, look, HISTORY and salient details meant to remind you that, oh my god, IT IS OCCURRING DURING HISTORY. Radio broadcasts are abnormally loud; hairstyles are exaggerations; certain bombings become plot devices. That doesn't mean it's bad, necessarily, I am just annoyed by the excesses of devices that scream HISTORY!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1935554042?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1935554042">Every Man Dies Alone</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1935554042" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />, however, is different. Written in a 24-day frenzy right after the war, Fallada never lived to see its publication. He had spent most of the war in a Nazi insane asylum. <br /><br />While the translation is a bit stilted, particularly the dialogue, I think in a certain sense it works for the novel because it captures the forgotten, archaic, or awkward turns of phrase used mid-century, though they aren't in the original language of the novel.<br /><br />I loved this book. I didn't expect to. I was used to stories of WWII resistance involving parachutes and hiding people, not tiny guerilla campaigns whose effects linger in the form of the written word. <br /><br />From Geoff Wilkes' afterword to the book: "[Anna] protests that this initiative is 'a bit small,' but he points out hat 'if they get wind of this, it'll cost us our lives,' prompting her to reflect that 'no one could risk more than his life,,' and that 'the main thing was, you fought back' (132)" (522). It's about futile resistance, and the question of what it takes to be defeated, and what victory means. That's why <b>Every Man Dies Alone</b> is today's recommendation.mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-15213752543583284222010-05-12T11:26:00.003-04:002010-05-12T11:33:12.076-04:00inner resistanceSo, I'm working on some longer Recommendations. Right now I am reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1935554042?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1935554042">Every Man Dies Alone</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1935554042" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> by Hans Fallada.<br /><br /><br />ACHTUNG, that was an AMAZON LINK.<br /><br /><br /> A longer recommendation will follow, but rest assured that it is <span style="font-weight:bold;">Highly Recommended</span> (TM). Publisher's Weekly says, "This disturbing novel, written in 24 days by a German writer who died in 1947, is inspired by the true story of Otto and Elise Hampel, who scattered postcards advocating civil disobedience throughout war-time Nazi-controlled Berlin." The novel is a panorama of one Berlin building as a microcosm of a larger society swept up by fascism. Unlike most other accounts of World War II (or other historical events) this is not written with heavy, weighty historiography and a bunch of nods and winks at THE TIMES. It's authentic because it was written by someone who lived through it, without fully understanding, or even living to see, the long-term historical implications of His Times.mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-33682611549931096442010-05-09T13:03:00.002-04:002010-05-09T13:22:50.993-04:00income and expenditures"Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen nineteen and six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds ought and six, result misery." - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0140439447?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0140439447">David Copperfield</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0140439447" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /><br /> by Charles Dickens<br /><br />(Achtung FTC! That was an Amazon Associate link!)<br /><br />Greetings, gentle readers. I'm 2/2 now: TWO recommendations in TWO days! <br /><br />Today's recommendation is the chilling <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001PO64WI?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B001PO64WI">Maxed Out: Hard Times in the Age of Easy Credit</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B001PO64WI" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /><br />by James D. Scurlock. (<b>ACHTUNG! Amazon link! FTC must be appeased!</b>)<br /><br />It's got everything a good horror novel should have: evil villains, a powerful system, terrifying things that happen to good people, the potential for sequels. <br /><br />Unfortunately, as Orson Welles would say, It's All True. It's not fiction. I saw Maxed Out (the documentary) a few years ago and found it relentless and kind of alarmist: to pile all this information into a 90 minute movie is, honestly, a bit too much, and something some people would dismiss as manipulated or agenda-driven. After all, documentaries that are, like, angry about stuff are totally always fake like that Michael Moore dude, right? Excuse me while I smash my head into the keyboard.<br /><br />Anyway.<br /><br /><I>Maxed Out</i> (the book), on the other hand, is a different matter. On the one hand, you can close it and take a few breaths before returning. You can't deny print, or at least, it's harder to. While Scurlock had never written a book before, he has a unique and honest authorial voice that accounts for his own privilege and still manages to objectively assess the people he describes: this isn't' as black and white as victims and perpetrators, and he knows it. I think the book is better suited to this because this medium <i>allows</i> him to account at length for his opinion. <br /><br /><i>Maxed Out</i> is a blood-boiling indictment of the debt system in America, and how it is destroying lives. It doesn't resort to the self-deterministic rhetoric of other books about finance (the ones that insist that anyone who can't afford the basics is just a glutton). What the book accomplishes more successfully than the documentary is an examination of the larger system: the changing American economy (and not just in the past two years or so, when it got really trendy to use the atrocious grammatical construction "in this economy"), the culture, the rapacious capitalism that preys upon the underclasses, yet requires them in order to keep the wealthy rich. <br /><br /><i>Maxed Out</i> (best purchased used or gotten from the library, though naturally if you can afford it I'd love you forever if you purchased from my Amazon link) will recenter this crisis in your thinking. It will make you angry and bitter and maybe even depressed, but hopefully it will arm you with knowledge so that you can extract yourself from this system, or at least participate with your eyes more open. <br /><br />Here are some recent and interesting blog posts related to the subject of the long decline in American prosperity: <br /><br /><a href="http://brucejacob.tumblr.com/post/373498114/academia-and-the-decline-of-wealth-in-america">Academia and the decline of wealth in America</a><br /><a href="http://curryhoward.blogspot.com/2010/05/academia-isnt-broken-we-are.html">Academia isn't broken. We are.</a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000OU081M?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B000OU081M">Maxed Out on DVD</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B000OU081M" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> (ACHTUNG! AN AMAZON LINK!)mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-1509126307308557862010-05-08T19:02:00.003-04:002010-05-08T19:25:40.370-04:00New stories and Old StoriesHi, readers. Although the semester is ended, I am still swamped, but luckily now I have the time to Recommend some things to you. I know you need it. I know I do too.<br /><br />Today's recommendation is Susan Campbell's provocative memoir <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0807010723?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0807010723">Dating Jesus: A Story of Fundamentalism, Feminism, and the American Girl</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0807010723" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />. (n.b.: that's an Amazon link; good thing the FTC is persecuting bloggers instead of those poor victimized bankers). <br /><br />The book describes Campbell's childhood and "relationship" with Jesus (get the title?), set against her theological interpretations of the Bible and Christianity. I found the book while waiting around for something in the campus union (where there is conveniently located a corporate-owned store that sells books and every kind of cluttery crap imaginable that can be painted with the university logo). Anyway, so I was in there and picked this up, intrigued by the title. The first chapter - a confessional account of a childhood baptism - so entranced and charmed me that I bought the book (whereas usually I spend weeks waffling and finally decide on a cheap copy online, which inevitably ends up smelling funny). <br /><br />I have complicated feelings about this book, especially considering that I was not raised in any specific religious tradition, am not religious, and have no real insider knowledge of American Fundamentalism. Because of that, I find the book fascinating: it's a totally foreign world to me. Especially when Campbell describes her childhood, this is a funny, provocative read. When Campbell is telling childhood stories, she's really at her best because the description of this sub/culture is unforced and told without condescension.<br /><br />However, the latter half of the book is a bit dull unless you are seriously interested in theology, in which case it's merely polemical, and, I suspect, unlikely to change hearts or minds. This is not inherently a problem - I just wish she had stuck with the trope of the Jesus "relationship" as it pertained to her childhood within a very specific culture. <br /><br />Despite this, <I>Dating Jesus</i> is a fascinating look into a world that most of us sinful heathen book-readers will never access, and it manages to present this world in a compassionate way (more than I can do, I guess). If you're into the theology even the last part will be useful and interesting.mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-87448038213332747772010-04-13T12:00:00.003-04:002010-04-13T12:02:10.479-04:00Today's recommendation: Hang in thereNot just those of you who, like me, are in the death-grip of <i>fin du semester</i> clusterfuck, but those of you who eagerly await my next post. <br /><br />I know you exist, blog fans!<br /><br />So I recommend you <b>check back in a few weeks</b> because I have tons and tons of exciting things to recommend to you: books, music, film, and more! <br /><br />But I wanted to let My Many Blog Fans (R) know that I'll be back soon!mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-16891261621620333112010-03-06T10:50:00.002-05:002010-03-06T10:53:42.416-05:00Media, Sexuality, ChildrenToday's recommendation is <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1590202155?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1590202155">The Lolita Effect: The Media Sexualization of Young Girls and What We Can Do About It</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1590202155" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> by M. Gigi Durham, PhD.<br /><br /><br />This book examines the recent media tendency to sexualize and objectify young (female) children. Outlining and analyzing magazines, toys, and TV shows, Durham presents a really depressing picture of what it is to be a female in America and the reaches that this media picture has into other cultures. She lays out in meticulous detail the schizophrenic picture presented by society, the expectations for how much time women and girls should spend on body maintenance, and presents the negative repercussions of these beliefs. She historicizes these phenomena, too, taking account of the relatively recent belief that childhood is a separate time. Durham lays out the recent phenomena as myths, which is engaging, if problematic (I wonder what scholars of myths would have to say). <br /><br />It's a rather depressing read, but the reason I'm recommending it is because unlike a lot of authors, M. Gigi Durham has specific action steps that educators, parents, caretakers, and concerned citizens can engage in, in order to reduce the media's negative effects on girls and fight back. She explicitly lays out discussion starters and activities that may help to undo some of the damage that this media myth has provided. <br /><br />The only real loser here is Vladimir Nabokov, whose <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/014118504X?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=014118504X">Lolita</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=014118504X" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> is subject to the most superficial reading possible.* But that's a minor issue, I guess. I also would have liked more explicit footnotes - there's a lot of "anecdata" here and sometimes I think Durham makes cases of nothing, for instance, she devotes a lot of time to examining the impact of the use of the word "hot" without accounting for linguistic change, slang, and the slippery possibilities of language (What of the word "nice," which used to refer to a loose woman?). <br /><br />As a pedant, I must inform you that the edition I read (clearance hardcover for the win!) was also riddled with typos, but I am linking you, beloved blog readers, to the paperback edition, which hopefully is better-edited.<br /><br />Despite these imperfections - which I often thought may have been the result of "translating" academic work to a mainstream audience - this is an important book. <br />Teachers, parents, and others who care for young girls (that is, those who care for them in totally non-creepy ways) will need to read this. So that's today's recommendation. Aren't you glad this entry wasn't about cats?<br /><br />*Like, I get that the book is about a creepy old guy and a girl. But (pulls out literature degree) is that really what it's ABOUT? It's so metaphorical. But I also get why "The Myth of Media Sexualization of Children" would probably sell fewer copies.mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-18354038394825739572010-02-27T09:17:00.003-05:002010-02-27T09:26:57.690-05:00take me down to the action city where the carpet's green & the mice are prettyToday's recommendation is simple, but probably rather pricey. It is <b>Drs. Foster & Smith Cat Furniture.</b><br /><br /> I suppose my purchase of this item makes me into an official, card-carrying cat lady: it's true, dear readers. The most expensive piece of furniture I now own is <a href="http://www.drsfostersmith.com/product/prod_display.cfm?pcatid=20271">for my cats.</a> It is called "action city" though in my cats' case, I think "inaction city" would be more likely. That is, they like to nap there. <br /><br />In a futile effort to get some of my deposit back when I move out next year, and to get more work done (involving less shooing-away of cats), I invested in this pricey living room accent piece. After a less-harrowing than expected 45 minutes with a socket wrench - with a brief interlude during which I looked up "how to use a socket wrench" on the Internet (don't laugh!), we had...an action city. I half - expected them to be asleep in the box, but that was not the case. Both my fuzzy freeloaders were playing on it instantly. They are both having fun. I can't seem to link directly to my pictures, but <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mirandate/4391377146/">here</a> you will find a representative image of Boris enjoying a very expensive surface. <br /><br /><br />****<br />If the semester releases its vise grip from my throat, I will be back soon with more recommendations. Thanks for your patience, delightful blog readers!mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-83357748402636241902010-02-18T08:19:00.004-05:002010-02-18T08:31:13.444-05:00a sick sad worldI don't identify as a millennial for a lot of reasons: I was in college when 9/11 happened, I remember using analog libraries, and MTV still sometimes ran music videos when I was in high school.<br /><br />At that time, MTV also ran one of the best series of all time: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0019N8P2W?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B0019N8P2W">Daria.</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B0019N8P2W" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /><br /><br />Daria was an anomaly in the Viacom-verse. Filled with intelligent jokes, Daria was distributed by a major player within culture and commented on the horrific vapidity of that culture. Daria's strength was the unchanging, unaging characters (though not in later seasons): it reflected the unending and miserable quality of high school. <br /><br />So Daria went off the air, I grew up and moved away and away and away. And every now and then I'd sign a lame internet petition - the kind Daria herself would probably deride - begging for gods of Viacom-MTV-etc to release the show on DVD. <br /><br />And guess what? Someone's cost-benefit-analysis finally showed this was worth it. On May 11, we will be able to purchase a box set of Daria (with, of course, much of the original music gone, but whatever. Just play the CD's). You can pre order it now. I already did. I am very excited. It's the little things. The little things that you trade money for. <br /><br />Maybe.<br /><br />Back to the salt mines.mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-20362454275440490962010-02-06T19:29:00.004-05:002010-02-06T20:58:26.213-05:00this film must be loud!Hi, gentle blog readers. Remember me? I'm not sure <i>I</i> remember me. This semester is a killer so far (unlike all those other semesters). But, rejoice; the most intense part will be over in just a few weeks and I will be back to telling you what cultural objects to consume on a more regular basis shortly. <br /><br />Today's recommendation is the 1988 DEFA/ Dieter Schumann "rockreport" <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002SXKR8C?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B002SXKR8C">Whisper & SHOUT !</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B002SXKR8C" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /><br /><br />I may or may not be introducing this film at a public event tomorrow. Here is an adapted version of my hypothetical remarks: <br /><br />Picture this: You open your eyes. You see a door. Unlike other doors you’ve seen recently, this one is covered with handwritten words and messages. You struggle to make out some of the words: Feeling B? Nicky? Landers? Die Geld? Suddenly, the door opens. A discordant sound is heard. A young man smiles, as though embarrassed, and looks to his left, then in front of him, as though at you. Then, someone you can’t see says, in German, “What are you doing? Do it again!” He re-enters the hallway and your gaze shifts to the stringed instrument hung in the doorway. He waves and says, “Hallo!” as the person you can’t see says, “That will do.” He dashes away again into his apartment. Suddenly you realize: This entrance isn’t authentic; it’s part of an artifice: the man exiting the door is planning to do it, and he’s planning to do it in order to demonstrate the guitar-as-door-chime set up. And someone you can’t see is in control of it all.<br /><br />This disorienting strategy is the sequence with which Dieter Schumann opens whisper and SHOUT, his first feature-length film. The bold visual statement draws the viewers’ attention to the tension between artificiality and naturalism that exists in documentary film; in the first thirty seconds of the film, Schumann gets the viewer to question the authenticity of what he or she is seeing as well as bear witness to the process of creating the shot.<br />By leaving in his own voice, Schumann exposes the staged nature of the shot and his control over the set-up, yet he also retains the authenticity revealed by the man’s entrance not going as planned and his question to the person behind the camera. In just one shot, Schumann invites the viewer not just in through a door leading to the inner worlds of East German youth in the 1980s, or music of that time, but through the labyrinth of tensions and problems that exist for documentary filmmakers. Schumann uses a mixture of staged interviews and verité-style filming – that is, uninterfering and unstaged -- which many associate with D.A. Pennebaker’s music films such as Don’t Look Back (1967) and Monterey Pop (1968, with his partner, Chris Hegedus). <br />This combination of apparently authentic performance footage and sit-down interviews immerses the viewer in the East German music scene of the late 1980s – into a time, place, and scene that no longer exist. The combination of planned and “authentic” footage straddles the line between performance and reality, all within a film heavily concerned with performance itself. Without using commentary or providing framing informative intertitles (other than a few brief, non-invasive notations as to which band is performing), Schumann utilizes a sink-or-swim approach to throw the audience completely into this world, letting his subjects speak for themselves and make this world real for us. Bill Nichols wrote in his 1991 book Representing Reality that non-fiction, or documentary, films seek to show an audience the world, rather than a world. Certainly Schumann’s non-invasive style seeks to present to us the world of late 1980s GDR musicians and their fans, as authentically as he saw it (though, of course, his view, like any other, is subjective). Unlike Heavy Metal Parking Lot, a similar American film that sought to document 1980s-era subculture music audiences, Schumann seems respectful and even affectionate towards his subjects, laughing along with them and eliciting revealing and intimate insights.<br />At the time of Whisper and Shout’s first release in 1988, reviewers focused on the varying styles of the bands portrayed in the film, particularly on their attitudes towards success and fame. They also noted the perceived contrast between Silly, the most popular and successful group, and Feeling B, Chicorée and Sandow, who were less established. Noting that it was ostensibly the first feature-length DEFA film to concern itself with GDR rock, the reviews were at best tolerant of the rock-scene and at worst, somewhat contemptuous or condescending, both of the musicians and the fans. One may well ask, why watch this movie, other than for the amusing retro-spectacle of hair, synthesizers, and clothes? Is this anything more than an artifact of 1980s excess and long-dead youth culture? <br />More than twenty years on, the film’s concern with and documentation of styles and aesthetics that are now considered woefully obsolescent draws our attention to the fleetingness of so many aspects of our own lives: the concert or film screening that will end, spilling its audience back out into the street as mere individuals; the animal-print pants donated to charity in the dead of night; the hairstyle that quickly dates itself; the gadget sold at a yard sale; the records (or CD’s, or 8-tracks, or backed-up files) collecting dust. To a larger extent, knowing that this film was made in the last years of East Germany, it reminds us of the instability of our own culture. <br />Yet the film also captures some things that are unchanging and simply human: the eternal constant of enjoying something real, something live, as part of a group that then disperses, never to gather in the same manner again. The film demonstrates the simple joys of shared singing and dancing and stomping and clapping. whisper and SHOUT captures not just the unity and fractures among the youth in late 1980s East Germany, the last years before the Wall fell, but the exuberance and joy of youth, the exhilaration of a shared generational heritage, the naïve and hopeful dreams shared for the future. The optimism of the youths interviewed can seem almost heartbreaking when set in the context of world history, or perhaps even remind us the hopes and dreams of our own youths. At its core, this is a film about being young and about being part of something. <br /><br />***<br />So for those reasons, today's recommendation is whisper and SHOUT. You can find out more about the film (as well as order a slightly-more-expensive DVD copy) at <a href="http://www.umass.edu/defa/filmtour/wendeflicks.shtml#whisperandshout">the UMASS DEFA site</a> and their <a href="http://www.defafilmlibrary.com/product_info.php?manufacturers_id=88&products_id=128&osCsid=67fc6e83f3eddebc0a97f68ba52ae745"> online store.</a>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-17265490454611081082010-01-20T12:44:00.004-05:002010-01-20T12:50:06.535-05:00vanity, follyToday's recommendation is simple.<br /><br />Today's recommendation is <b><a href="http://www.impactlab.com/2009/03/03/tattooed-cats-in-russia/">not tattooing your cat.</a></b><br /><br />I realize I'm about a week behind the curve on this, but that's just how I roll. <br /><br />You may look at your beloved feline friend and think, "You're purr-fect, but you know what you need? A giant picture of King Tut on your chest." But you know what? If you think that way, keep it to yourself. Or get a giant tattoo on your own chest. Regardless, the proper way to deal with such feelings is not tattooing your cat.<br /><br />Thus, <b>not tattooing your cat</b> is today's recommendation.<br /><br />Thank you and good night.<br /><br /><br /><br /><OBJECT classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" id="Player_d238d9a2-de4f-49a1-8934-4c913380990c" WIDTH="300px" HEIGHT="250px"> <PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fwerecommthing-20%2F8003%2Fd238d9a2-de4f-49a1-8934-4c913380990c&Operation=GetDisplayTemplate"><PARAM NAME="quality" VALUE="high"><PARAM NAME="bgcolor" VALUE="#FFFFFF"><PARAM NAME="allowscriptaccess" VALUE="always"><embed src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fwerecommthing-20%2F8003%2Fd238d9a2-de4f-49a1-8934-4c913380990c&Operation=GetDisplayTemplate" id="Player_d238d9a2-de4f-49a1-8934-4c913380990c" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="Player_d238d9a2-de4f-49a1-8934-4c913380990c" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="250px" width="300px"></embed></OBJECT> <NOSCRIPT><A HREF="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fwerecommthing-20%2F8003%2Fd238d9a2-de4f-49a1-8934-4c913380990c&Operation=NoScript">Amazon.com Widgets</A></NOSCRIPT>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-88029167534184324492010-01-09T22:35:00.004-05:002010-01-09T22:41:46.883-05:00Magical Mystery LoavesToday's recommendation is the amazing little web site <a href="http://www.veganlunchbox.com/loaf_studio.html"><b>The Magical Loaf Studio</b></a>, created by Jennifer McCann for the Vegan Lunch Box Blog. What this does is allow you to input a bunch of options based on what you have or like and it will generate a custom, delicious vegan recipe just for you! I tried it for the first time today and was pleased with the results, though I think if I hadn't had a small feline "helper" and an inability to wait a whole hour for food to cook, the recipe would have turned out a bit better. I am excited to try a whole bunch of different combinations. Aren't you? <br /><br />The creator of the Loaf Generator, Jennifer McCann, also has a <a href="http://veganlunchbox.blogspot.com/">delightful blog</a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1600940722?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1600940722">a cookbook I am excited to read sometime soon.</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1600940722" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-67119798417484920022010-01-07T21:44:00.003-05:002010-01-08T00:39:19.357-05:00"healthy boundaries"Today's recommendation is the divisive A&E television series Intervention.<br /><br />Yeah, you read it right. Intervention!<br /><br />I, personally, watch this show to get some perspective. By that, I mean Schadenfreude. I may be filled with self-doubt and have very few job prospects. Then I watch Intervention and think, Hey! At least that's not me! I'm not (insert newest "rock bottom" from Intervention). I may not be changing the world, but at least I'm not, say, sucking on an ill-gotten Fentanyl lollipop, passing out on the lawn in the afternoon, drinking mouthwash or taking my child to buy heroin.*<br /><br />I realize this makes me a horrible person. <br /><br />But what about Intervention is so compelling? It could be the subliminal messages.** It could be the aforementioned feeling of schadenfreude. For me, I also take some strange comfort in Intervention's structure. For such a dramatic show, there are basically only two endings (SPOILER ALERT): Sobriety or status quo. Intervention is structured in a very banal and uninteresting way: Exposition and description of the addict's current daily life, their background (complete with weeping family members, adorable childhood photos, and usually horrifying stories of abuse or neglect), the family sitting down prior to the Intervention Event to come up with a plan of how they will cut the person out, and The Intervention Itself. <br /><br />In a lot of ways, the show is about taking the filmed evidence of someone's life, and cutting it up to fit in a few boxes. What fascinates me the most is the intertitles (the forums on Television without Pity [shouldn't it be fora? ...eh] refer to them as BSOJ, Black Screen[s] of Justice). There is so much that needs to be filled in, and there is simultaneously so much and so little said (c.f. : " so-and-so has stolen from his mother"). In a way, the intertitles themselves convey the limitations of the observational documentary.*** The sad little titles convey backstory and uncaptured events deemed relevant to the narrative. The viewer's imagination can go wild and sordid. <br /><br />Like I said before, the only real questions in the show are will the person go to treatment? and Will they stay sober? The entire show is built around a farce: participants are approached and told the project is a "documentary about addiction." The majority of the show is buildup to the moment when the subject walks into an anonymous business-class hotel room and is confronted by their friends, family, and one of the show's Interventionists. It's like a really depressing surprise party. <br /><br />Inside the windowless conference rooms and suites of the anonymous and depressing Holiday Inns (Holidays Inn?) in this country, groups of friends and families are armed with binders and spiral notebooks, getting ready to confront the person they feel they need to cut out of their life unless they agree, in front of a production crew, to go to rehab. Maybe it's not quite like that, but it's how it seems to me. And I watch this show A LOT. In its tone it's slightly like a crime or mafia show; it conveys the sense that anywhere, at any time, if you're "a user" people could be plotting against YOU. Interventionists? They're out there. <br /><br />Note: I'm not diminishing the problems any of the profiled people have. Many have criticized Intervention for what they think is taking advantage of desperate people. This is probably true, but more people credit it with saving lives and restoring sobriety, etc. Personally, I think anyone who is willing at any point to "be in a documentary about addiction" is already part of the way towards getting help, but thankfully this is a problem I don't have in my life. Overall, I don't think this show is taking advantage of anyone. Except maybe losers like me who watch it to feel slightly better about themselves.<br /><br />That's why today's recommendation is Intervention. <br /><br />*especially because I don't have any children. <br /><br />**I am making this up.<br /><br />***Of course, using Nichols' classification, Intervention may not strictly be observational but I digress. <br /><br /><SCRIPT charset="utf-8" type="text/javascript" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822/US/werecommthing-20/8001/ddd27966-dbe3-43fd-b2ec-4db5a2db2ff9"> </SCRIPT> <NOSCRIPT><A HREF="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fwerecommthing-20%2F8001%2Fddd27966-dbe3-43fd-b2ec-4db5a2db2ff9&Operation=NoScript">Amazon.com Widgets</A></NOSCRIPT>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-53289873379048669492010-01-05T12:45:00.003-05:002010-01-05T13:24:34.901-05:00"vanishing cave"Today's recommendation is Craig Thompson's graphic memoir <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1891830430?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1891830430">Blankets</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1891830430" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />. I personally think it is one of the best books of the last decade. <br /><br />I am relatively certain I cannot do it justice on my blog, but I will try. It's frustrating, because I want to write something that will convince you that this is absolutely essential reading, that this is the kind of book that makes you want to get up and hug random people and dance around, that this will be the kind of book for you that it was for me: one you'll stay up all night reading, well past the point (ca. page 300 or so) when your wrists go numb. That you'll watch the sun rise and the people go by with a new appreciation and awe afterward. But I'm not sure my stilted academic writing is still capable of expressing such joy. <br /><br />So I will just tell you:<br /><br /><i>Blankets</i> details Craig Thompson's early childhood, adolescence, and struggles with religion. Establishing the motif described by the title, it links disparate experiences, textures, and images to create an intricate and beautiful Gestalt that unifies pain, love, beauty, art, and despair. <br /><br /><i>Blankets</i> does an excellent and subtle job of situating itself in a very specific time (look at the details: the posters on the walls, the hairstyles) and making a place I've never been come alive. It takes religious fundamentalism away from the caricature many of us associate with it, and presents a critical insider view. The world it describes merely is; it doesn't need to pound you over the head with reminders of PAST or MIDWEST. <br /><br /><i>Blankets</i> is more than a graphic memoir. It's a cinematically structured journey through a specific time (ca. 1993-1994), a specific place (Michigan), and a specific individual's experience. But more than that, it uses such common motifs and such universal expression to make this coming-of-age story relatable. It's more than a story about rejecting the ideology of one's childhood and family; it's more than a story about first love; it's more than a story about childhood trauma. <br /><br /><i>Blankets</i> is a story about how disparate elements of an individual's past make them who they are, and allow them to do what they do. A story about how you can let go of beginnings or foundations or negative events, but they still influence you, and sometimes you can achieve the distance necessary to appreciate what they add to your life. <br /><br /><i>Blankets</i>, I feel, will only add to your life. So that is why it is today's recommendation.mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-73047326527633479212010-01-01T14:10:00.003-05:002010-01-01T14:29:56.312-05:00the languages of silence & picturesHappy New Year, gentle blog readers!<br /><br />Today's recommendation is the 2009 graphic novel <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0393068579?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0393068579"><i>Stitches: A Memoir</i></a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0393068579" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> by David Small. <br /><br />Although I have no excuse for engaging in such shoddy linguistic practices, and offer this with the caveat that I'm not a linguist, I find it fascinating that <i>Bildungsroman</i> begins with <a href="http://dict.leo.org/ende?lp=ende&lang=de&searchLoc=0&cmpType=relaxed§Hdr=on&spellToler=on&chinese=both&pinyin=diacritic&search=bild&relink=on">Bild</a> (meaning picture); that Bild is, in a sense, the beginning of <a href="http://dict.leo.org/ende?lp=ende&lang=de&searchLoc=0&cmpType=relaxed§Hdr=on&spellToler=on&chinese=both&pinyin=diacritic&search=bildung&relink=on">Bildung</a> (accumulation, creation, cultivation). Pictures accumulate to tell the story of someone's coming of age. Thus it seems apropos that so many recent memoirs have taken the form of graphic novels. That the graphic memoir is itself a renowned genre certainly says something positive about the increased critical attention given to visual media in recent years; I like to think this also bears out my explication of Bildungsroman. <br /><br />I have to admit, my pure and unadulterated love for <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1891830430?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1891830430"><i>Blankets</i></a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1891830430" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /><br />, another graphic memoir - perhaps one of the best books of that decade that supposedly ended last night - was what drove me to <span style="font-style:italic;">Stitches</span> and I think I ended up unfairly comparing the two. I could not read <i>Stitches</i> without assessing it in the shadow of <i>Blankets</i>.<br /><br />The similarities between <span style="font-style:italic;">Stitches</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">Blankets</span> are at once unsettling and fascinating; I can't tell if this is an imitator or the similarities are characteristics of troubled young men who turn to art as a form of expression. Both books depict the authors as children, escaping from upsetting home life situations by creating; both engage to some degree in a pastiche of the cultural images that surrounded the authors at early ages, demonstrating the dream-like, highly visual existence and imagination of young children.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Stitches</span> recounts Small's early childhood and adolescence in what is revealed as a severely dysfunctional family. You think your family was bad? Small's family can top yours. I think the book jacket itself unfairly reveals too much of the story, and that it would have more impact if the jacket writers themselves left more to the imagination, so I won't say much about that, but the drawings and story together recreate a sense both of the mid-20th century and the utter fractiousness and confusion of Small's early existence. Where <span style="font-style:italic;">Blankets</span> is beautifully structured and develops on several themes, <span style="font-style:italic;">Stitches</span> is in places sort of an anarchy. The story itself is imbued with temporal distance, and the omniscience of the narrator alienates the bizarre occurrences in the story even more. That the structure is not so carefully plotted becomes a credit to <i>Stitches</i>' mimetic power. <span style="font-style:italic;">Blankets</span> is a simple love story, pure cinema on paper; <span style="font-style:italic;">Stitches</span> is a recreation of the senseless pain and confusion most of us get. <i>Stitches</i> reads like a science fiction or horror story. What I loved about <i>Blankets</i> was how real and full the story felt (at almost 600 pages, it better feel full); what fascinated me about <I>Stitches</i> was how much was left unsaid, how much of the story remained caught in gaps or written between lines. In a sense, the narrative itself is stitched together; events connected only by their mediation. <br /><br /><br />I think I've already recommended <i>Blankets</i>. If not, I'll recommend it again. Now and maybe later too! But today's recommendation is the more problematic and troublingly haunted <i>Stitches</i>.<br /><br /><br /><OBJECT classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" id="Player_99b07566-a947-4b12-9399-33afd97c7905" WIDTH="300px" HEIGHT="250px"> <PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fwerecommthing-20%2F8003%2F99b07566-a947-4b12-9399-33afd97c7905&Operation=GetDisplayTemplate"><PARAM NAME="quality" VALUE="high"><PARAM NAME="bgcolor" VALUE="#FFFFFF"><PARAM NAME="allowscriptaccess" VALUE="always"><embed src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fwerecommthing-20%2F8003%2F99b07566-a947-4b12-9399-33afd97c7905&Operation=GetDisplayTemplate" id="Player_99b07566-a947-4b12-9399-33afd97c7905" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="Player_99b07566-a947-4b12-9399-33afd97c7905" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="250px" width="300px"></embed></OBJECT> <NOSCRIPT><A HREF="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fwerecommthing-20%2F8003%2F99b07566-a947-4b12-9399-33afd97c7905&Operation=NoScript">Amazon.com Widgets</A></NOSCRIPT>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-42009252247809867492009-12-29T11:50:00.004-05:002010-01-01T14:38:33.649-05:00Do as I Read, Not as I DoMany of my friends have just finished applications to grad school and more are planning to apply in the future. Therefore, today's special bonus recommendation is a whole slew (where slew = 4; I believe it's a metric unit) of books that I've found useful as a neophyte teacher/researcher and as a long-time student. Perhaps, because I have only completed a master's and a few semesters of my PhD, these recommendations are not that weighty, but they helped me, and that's where I am, so maybe they will help you. I make no promises, only recommendations.<br /><br />Note that for the purposes of this blog post, I define grad school as the process of studying for <b>advanced degrees that prepare one for an academic career</b>, not degrees such as law or medicine; I simply know very little about those degrees and I believe that the professional expectations surrounding those fields are very differently inculcated in students. This belief is based only on my exhaustive questioning of law student friends and my exhaustive review of Grey's Anatomy reruns. <br /><br />So! On with today's recommendations!<br /><br />1. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1403969361?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1403969361">Graduate Study for the Twenty-First Century: How to Build an Academic Career in the Humanities</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1403969361" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> by Gregory Colón Semenza. If you want to go to grad school in the humanities, you need to read this book. Period. There is simply no excuse not to. Too many grad school "advice" books rely on vagaries and statements about Really Wanting Something; they paint the experience as some kind of self-discovery where moxie and pluck alone can lead to success.<br /><br />Semenza will give you an even-handed assessment of what you need to do to survive. Too many books critical of the academe engage in hand-wringing and scare tactics. Again, Semenza's book is even-handed and lacks the shrill, easily dismissible tone of those other books that simply shriek at the reader about how doooooomed the academe is. He lays out, from application to job search, what can be expected and provides an explication of the professional expectations put upon grad students. When you're studying for an advanced degree in the humanities, you leave all clear-cut answers behind. The nice thing about this book is that it is almost infuriatingly prescriptive, and while you will likely not want to hear much of the advice he dispenses, one gets a strong sense that success will follow if you listen to his advice. If you read no other book about grad school, make it this one. This is the book I recommend to acquaintances interested in applying. I tell them this over and over and over and over (my recommendations seem to fall on deaf ears). <br /><br />2. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Foffer-listing%2F0435240897%3Fie%3DUTF8%26ref_%3Dtmm%255Fpap%255Fused%255Folp%255F0%26condition%3Dused&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=390957">Learning Teaching by Jim Scrivener</a><img src="https://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=ur2&o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />. Unfortunately this book is out of print, but used copies are fairly reasonable and it seems a new edition (ca. 2005, import) is available. It can also be borrowed from libraries. It is aimed at the person teaching English to adult speakers of other languages, but the basic teaching advice - from determining what "kind" of teacher one is, to diagrams showing how classroom dynamic is affected by desk arrangement, to suggestions for how to call on students with hand gestures other than pointing - is applicable to the young teaching assistant. For those who have never taught, this is an incredibly useful guide. It is straightforward, jargon-free, and accessible.<br /><br />3. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0812220390?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0812220390">Ms. Mentor's New and Ever More Impeccable Advice for Women and Men in Academia</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0812220390" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> Caveat: I have only read the earlier edition of this book, and I recommend it with liberal sprinklings of salt. I hate to say it, because I truly respect Ms. Mentor (a sob sister character invented by Emily Toth, whose column appears in <a href="http://chronicle.com">The Chronicle of Higher Education</a>) but the earlier edition of the book was grievously old-fashioned. Particularly infuriating was her recommendation that female academics (in 1997) refrain from riding bicycles. Really. However, Ms. Mentor is truly to be commended for building an academic career at a time when it was significantly more difficult for women to do so, and the book should be taken on its own terms; readers should understand that her struggles have necessarily informed her advice. And some of the tips are very valuable. She's at her best (at least in the older edition) when she's giving very specific tips such as on how to build a case for tenure and keep records. Certainly, at the very least this book gives remarkable and valuable insight into the experiences of the generation of academics likely to be teaching and advising incoming students, and that context alone is worth the price of admission (currently $11.54 for used copies on Amazon). Since the updated version deigns to include gentlemen as well, it may be even better; in fact, I bet it probably is. <B>eta</b> Ms. Mentor's channeler has informed me that the 2009 book is actually a completely new book, rather than a revision! I apologize to Ms. Mentor for this embarrassing mistake and implore readers to investigate this new offering.<br /><br />4. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0393330702?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0393330702">What's Liberal About the Liberal Arts?: Classroom Politics and "Bias"</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0393330702" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> by Michael Bérubé. This book is more of a meditation on teaching than a discussion of "classroom bias" (an issue I find so patently ridiculous I can't <i>not</i> put it in quotes; if you want to know why, read the book). Bérubé does an excellent job of dismantling and discrediting the more well-known cases of "bias" while still describing, with compassion, his teaching experiences that have involved contentious political issues. He describes the day to day lifestyle of teaching and, more valuably, provides narratives of his experiences teaching. At times his rhetoric is incendiary and possibly alienating to those who truly believe that higher education in the United States is inherently "biased" but I doubt those people would read this. If they do, power to them. <br /><br />The book lays out a significant number of classroom situations and how Bérubé dealt with them. At times, the examples come across as slightly self-congratulatory, but I appreciated them nonetheless. In today's world, where students seldom accept or respect the credentials of college instructors, it's important to respond to thornier classroom issues meaningfully and authoritatively. The book, as the cover states, defends the value of the liberal arts for all thinking humans- something that can never be done enough in our brain-dead, earnings-obsessed, dying culture. This book is useful for gauging the current atmosphere of the university for professors. It's not as needlessly negative and hopeless as other books I have read. Rather than screeching about the inevitable demise of the academe, Bérubé offers actual models for strategies to negotiate the times. And isn't that what the liberal arts are supposed to be about anyway?<br /><br /><br /><OBJECT classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" id="Player_3adeecf1-98cd-498e-801b-22b431322824" WIDTH="300px" HEIGHT="250px"> <PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fwerecommthing-20%2F8003%2F3adeecf1-98cd-498e-801b-22b431322824&Operation=GetDisplayTemplate"><PARAM NAME="quality" VALUE="high"><PARAM NAME="bgcolor" VALUE="#FFFFFF"><PARAM NAME="allowscriptaccess" VALUE="always"><embed src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fwerecommthing-20%2F8003%2F3adeecf1-98cd-498e-801b-22b431322824&Operation=GetDisplayTemplate" id="Player_3adeecf1-98cd-498e-801b-22b431322824" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="Player_3adeecf1-98cd-498e-801b-22b431322824" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="250px" width="300px"></embed></OBJECT> <NOSCRIPT><A HREF="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fwerecommthing-20%2F8003%2F3adeecf1-98cd-498e-801b-22b431322824&Operation=NoScript">Amazon.com Widgets</A></NOSCRIPT><br /><br />***<br />on a side note, thanks so much to all of you who've been reading since we launched this blog! I am excited for 2010 and am hoping to make this blog even bigger then. You know, like, bigger as in more than ten readers. But the point is, I love the ten readers we have. And if you love our blog, please tell some friends! My New Year's resolution is to update more! Maybe Thom's is to update at all! Happy New Year! And finally, if you have something you think I should recommend, send it my way! Maybe we can also work out guest posts!mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-2908226292835097322009-12-23T11:24:00.004-05:002009-12-23T12:07:20.121-05:00suturing the gapToday's recommendation is Tom Ford's first film <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1315981/">A Single Man</a>. I normally hate period pieces. I hate them because they are always about the time in which they were made (cf. Philip Rosen) and the details that are attenuated, or the characters, always scream LOOK! HERE WE ARE! JUST IN THE PAST! STANDING AROUND AND TALKING ABOUT MAJOR HISTORICAL EVENTS! LIKE WE DID! IN THE PAST! WHICH IS WHERE WE ARE BY THE WAY. BUT WITH PRESENT-DAY HAIRCUTS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.<br /><br />(Apologies to Philip Rosen, whose book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0816636389?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0816636389">Change Mummified: Cinema, Historicity, Theory</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0816636389" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> explains this far better than I ever could.<br /><br />***<br />A major theme of <I>A Single Man</i>, as articulated by the characters, is letting go of the past, which works on a macro level because the film itself is an act of clinging to the past in its obsessive, beautiful rendering of a moment past. The shifting of the color palettes in the film, while unsubtle, drive home the point that at some moments the present becomes, well, <i>presence</i> (Cf. Lefebvre), and kept time and understood time align. The film follows a middle-aged English professor on the day he has decided to commit suicide, following the death of his lover some months prior. <br /><br /><br />Yet, <a href="http://www.calendarlive.com/movies/reviews/cl-et-single-man11-2009dec11,0,1475219.story">as other reviewers have pointed out</a>, this film is among the most thorough cinematic recreations of a time past. Does nostalgia color my perception here? Yes. I was not alive to see 1962, but I feel this has to be a more live and real depiction of life as it was lived than the glossy Mad Men, which constantly roots itself in its time by having the characters experience historical events and talk about them (caveat: I've only seen one episode; I didn't like it). Day to day life is often ignored in media depictions of the past. Everything is then-new and all characters in historic or period fiction seem to have a prescient understanding of what events define their era. One of the strengths of <i>A Single Man</i> is the ways in which the specificity of the time period is secondary; important world events are mere media background noise. The focus is on the person, in that moment, that just happened to be THAT moment, and the web of interactions he navigates on that day.<br /><br />But other than theoretical blathering about this film, I'm recommending it for a slew of reasons. I haven't seen many films in the theater this year, but this is by far the best that I've seen.<br /><br />* Everyone has already talked about Colin Firth's performance, so I'll put this on the list. All the performances in this film are superb.<br /><br />* I personally found the depiction of 1960s academia engaging and hilarious. The office, the classroom, the students - it brought to life the halcyon days of Real Academic Freedom written about so often. <br /><br />* Besides the incredible attention to detail, the film is beautiful - visually striking without the marketed, overbearing, slick appearance of mainstream Hollywood fare. <br /><br />*As my friend <a href="http://brandonfibbs.com/">Brandon Fibbs</a> has pointed out, the score is beautiful.<br /><br />* The story, obviously, is engaging on many levels. It's human and simple. It's really just about love and loss. But it also depicts the struggles of the GLBT minority in the 1960s in a way that relates to the ongoing fight for GLBT rights. <br /><br />* The narrative structure - filled with analepses - fleshes out and makes complicated and humane the characters' struggle; in another format, George could have become fairly unlikable. That the narrative itself doesn't remained moored in the diegetic present further reinforces the message that we experience time fluidly. What to make of that message? Do we or do we not live in the past? Does mediating any feeling or idea effectively freeze it in a moment and create some kind of temporal disjunct between the Now and the Then? <br /><br />Obviously, I have been writing way too many stuffy final papers lately. So I'll just say that you should go out and see this movie RIGHT NOW. <br /><br />In today's awful, hyper-kinetic, dreadful world, the act of watching cinema itself seems an act of the past; cinema is so firmly and popularly rooted in the ~20th century and often I think the present (or presence) has eclipsed it. Therefore, I recommend that you defy this downward/forward progression and see <i>A Single Man</i>. <br /><br />To find out if this film is playing near you, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/showtimes/">click here!</a><br /><br /><SCRIPT charset="utf-8" type="text/javascript" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822/US/werecommthing-20/8001/12f7bfe4-b921-4ff7-8407-d88076bf6dc5"> </SCRIPT> <NOSCRIPT><A HREF="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fwerecommthing-20%2F8001%2F12f7bfe4-b921-4ff7-8407-d88076bf6dc5&Operation=NoScript">Amazon.com Widgets</A></NOSCRIPT>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-20889661293416572952009-12-04T09:49:00.005-05:002009-12-04T10:25:44.882-05:00Rebuilding fragmentary historiesToday's recommendation is Ken Smith's book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0922233217?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0922233217">Mental Hygiene: Better Living Through Classroom Films 1945-1970</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0922233217" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />. <br /> I discovered <a href="http://www.archive.org">Archive.org</a> in late 2001, when I first started college. Looking at Prelinger's online archive, I felt I had discovered something nobody else had ever, ever heard of. I was wrong about that, but the un-selfconsciously obsolescent world of early Cold War "mental hygiene" films was fascinating to me. The damaged films, the cracked audio, the forgotten and insignificant images, the ideology of conformity. The lost and skipped frames. <br /><br />A few months later, from Googling around, I realized there was a BOOK about these films. That book is Ken Smith's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0922233217?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0922233217">Mental Hygiene: Better Living Through Classroom Films 1945-1970</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0922233217" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />.<br /><br />Now, flash-forward the better part of a decade. I'm working on a PhD and my dissertation subject will likely be those films. Even now, I cite Ken Smith on most of the work I do. Why?<br /><br />First, this is virtually the only book written about so-called mental hygiene films. Many other works tangentially mention this subgenre or type of film, which constituted tens of thousands of works. But this is the only one that focuses on it in depth. Second, for a non-academic, Smith has done some absolutely exhaustive, breathtaking research. The book contains capsule summaries of several hundred of the most popular mental hygiene films as well as contemporaneous quotes from sources like <i>Educational Screen</i> and producers of these films. Third, Smith situates the summaries in an excellent historical overview. Fourth, he's just a good writer. I prefer this book to any number of dry academic texts. Smith conveys information in an accessible, entertaining way. <br /><br />Also, there are pictures. <br /><br />Like it or not, an entire generation of American students was forced to watch these films. They are a significant part of our culture and history - which is why I study them. As much as I love pretentious art films, they have little connection to the lives of The People (Whatever <i>that</i> is). <br /><br /><br />This book is great for people who are interested in 20th century American history, ephemera, educational history and history of educational media, new media discousres, and film history or aesthetics. I'd also recommend this book for anyone trying to research independently (which I guess would be most adjunct faculty), because it's a great example of significant research that came into being without, necessarily, institutional validation. <br /><br />Although this book is not exhaustive and there's still lots to be researched (Mr. Smith: Thanks. That means I can continue with whatever it is I do), it's a wonderful place to start if you are interested in any of the above topics, which is why it's today's recommendation. Ken Smith has also written <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0922233233?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0922233233">Junk English</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0922233233" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> , <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0922233209?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0922233209">Raw Deal: Horrible and Ironic Stories of Forgotten Americans</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0922233276?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0922233276">Junk English 2</a> <img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0922233276" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0922233179?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0922233179">Ken's Guide to the Bible</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0922233179" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /><br /><br /><br />all likely to be future Recommendations. <br /><br /><OBJECT classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" id="Player_e300b998-f014-4182-af9f-ca3a9b3de93c" WIDTH="300px" HEIGHT="250px"> <PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fwerecommthing-20%2F8003%2Fe300b998-f014-4182-af9f-ca3a9b3de93c&Operation=GetDisplayTemplate"><PARAM NAME="quality" VALUE="high"><PARAM NAME="bgcolor" VALUE="#FFFFFF"><PARAM NAME="allowscriptaccess" VALUE="always"><embed src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fwerecommthing-20%2F8003%2Fe300b998-f014-4182-af9f-ca3a9b3de93c&Operation=GetDisplayTemplate" id="Player_e300b998-f014-4182-af9f-ca3a9b3de93c" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="Player_e300b998-f014-4182-af9f-ca3a9b3de93c" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="250px" width="300px"></embed></OBJECT> <NOSCRIPT><A HREF="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=US&ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fwerecommthing-20%2F8003%2Fe300b998-f014-4182-af9f-ca3a9b3de93c&Operation=NoScript">Amazon.com Widgets</A></NOSCRIPT>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-72332222477023824892009-12-03T09:20:00.003-05:002009-12-03T09:37:03.483-05:00Birth Stories, Social Histories, and Master NarrativesToday's recommendation is <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0143038974?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0143038974">The Girls Who Went Away: The Hidden History of Women Who Surrendered Children for Adoption in the Decades Before Roe v. Wade</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0143038974" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> by Ann Fessler.<br /><br />I read this book for the first time a few years ago. I picked it up on impulse in the bookstore and sat and read half of it. I was never particularly interested in adoption but the arrangement of personal narratives and preservation of voice within the book is so compelling that I couldn't resist. Originally based on a video installation piece, Fessler's work weaves together individual narratives to paint something akin to a cultural study. Rather than providing dry historical or social explanations for the vast difference readers will feel while reading her work, Fessler lets the multiplicity of the individuals paint the historic and social picture with very little framing - a masterful feat. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0143038974?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0143038974">The Girls Who Went Away: The Hidden History of Women Who Surrendered Children for Adoption in the Decades Before Roe v. Wade</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0143038974" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> is structured like a collection of birth stories. Everyone likes birth stories (Right? Maybe?) or at least understands them because they follow a roughly familiar plot that often ends happily ever after. But the stories in <i>The Girls Who Went Away</i> turn this "master narrative" on its head with wrenching and small differences. You could watch approximately the same story on TLC (dumbed significantly down, of course), but in this book the trajectories are different. I'm no expert - I don't have children and probably never will - but the compelling feature of birth stories, for me, is the inherently forward-looking impulse they have. Biologically, there are few features. The stories end joyfully in the same place. But the "birth stories" in this book begin from different places - disappointed or repressive parents, abusive high school boyfriends - a power differential. By and large, they continue in seclusion and end in grief and tragedy and longing. They are not forward looking; their narrative thrust ends in a vast unknown quantity of near infinitude. The only known quotient is the past. I guess it's this subversion of predicted narratives that interests me.<br /><br />Even if it doesn't, <i>The Girls Who Went Away</i> is a sensitively and beautifully felt portrayal of a society that essentially no longer exists: A society in which it was acceptable and even preferred to send young girls away to give birth in seclusion rather than face single motherhood or let others know they were pregnant. We can't ignore that this society existed. Therefore, <i>The Girls Who Went Away</i> is an important book. And that is why it is today's recommendation. <br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&bc1=000000&IS2=1&bg1=FFFFFF&fc1=000000&lc1=0000FF&t=werecommthing-20&o=1&p=8&l=as1&m=amazon&f=ifr&md=10FE9736YVPPT7A0FBG2&asins=0143038974" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"></iframe>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-88848859411919574362009-11-27T11:08:00.001-05:002009-11-27T11:11:00.999-05:00ThanksKilling (2009)Today's recommendation is the fabulous and hilarious 2009 horror movie parody <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002LNOJIS?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B002LNOJIS">ThanksKilling</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B002LNOJIS" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />. <br /><br />I was alerted to this piece of Cinematic Art by my friend Andrew, to whom I will forever be grateful. I don't even know how to describe ThanksKilling. It's about a group of caricatures of college students on their way home for Thanksgiving, a silly legend, and a foul-mouthed turkey puppet that kills people including, coincidentally, aforementioned college caricatures. <br /><br />THANKSKILLING reminds me of early Bergman. <br /><br />It's the best movie ever filmed in Heath, Ohio.<br />It's the best movie I've ever seen that featured terrible Jon Benet Ramsey jokes.<br />It's the best movie with a turkey-rape scene that I have watched recently.<br />Its metacommentary rivals that of some of the most theoretical stuff I have read recently.<br />It's the best horror movie with John Waters references that I've seen recently.<br /><br />it is 66 minutes of pure hilarity, of yelling WTF at your TV (or computer or iPhone), of topless Pilgrims, <br /><br /><br />And that is why today's recommendation is Thankskilling. It is available on Amazon and you can also watch it streaming online through <a href="http://www.netflix.com">Netflix</a> if you have Netflix.<br /><br />Start a new Thanksgiving tradition! By that I don't mean turn into undead turkeys and kill people, but watch this movie every year.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002LNOJIS?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B002LNOJIS"><img border="0" src="51BI%2BYphrbL._SL160_.jpg"></a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B002LNOJIS" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-51467348493643037162009-11-20T13:56:00.003-05:002009-11-20T14:18:13.742-05:00if life seems jolly rotten, there's something you've forgotten!Today's recommendation is <b>Barbara Ehrenreich's new book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0805087494?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0805087494">Bright-sided: How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0805087494" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /><br /></b>. I believe this is the thinking person's book of the year. <br /><br />My whole life, people have derided me for being "negative" and "pessimistic." Things that happened were dismissed as products of my "negative attitude." This ipso facto logic didn't run my life, but other people's explanation of it dominated it in a fairly upsetting way. Setbacks and tragedies were dismissed by others as mere results of my "negativity." Therefore, I was really interested in Barbara Ehrenreich's new book, Bright Sided.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0805087494?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0805087494">Bright-sided: How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0805087494" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> is a brilliant exploration of this new Calvinism, the entrenched and uniquely American ideology that explains bad things - like, say, cancer and job loss- away as the results of negative thinking. Ehrenreich, who holds a doctorate in cell biology, turned away from science to work in a career that helps the public; her work, in my opinion, serves this purpose. <br /><br /><br />I think this is one of the most important books you can read this year, to be honest. I'm not saying this because I'm a pessimist, I'm saying this because this is a well-researched, well-written, intelligent book that explores a unique cultural phenomenon and rationally argues about why it's so dangerous. <br /><br />Ehrenreich examines several instances wherein the positive thinking fascism has caused dangerous, magical thinking. These examples range from the ridiculous and fairly tangential, like life coaches, to disturbing and upsetting, like the cancer patient online communities that ostracized Ehrenreich for her statement that she felt angry and helpless. While some of the examples seem cherry-picked and I wish she had gone into more detail with some of her more salient observations - such as the infantilizing of breast cancer patients - this book is one of the most important you can read. It expands what has become a useless dichotomy (positive vs. negative thinking) into a disturbing gradient of grays and asks not for despair, but for rational evaluation, and makes the compelling case that the culture of positive thinking has, ironically, extremely negative repercussions that affect all of us.<br /><br /><br />Full disclosure: I received a free copy of this book. Obviously, this blog is becoming very popular. Also! If you want me to review and possibly recommend other things, why, I would be delighted! Email me!mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-34295993544601276462009-10-13T20:03:00.003-04:002009-10-13T20:11:39.359-04:00unnatural causesToday's recommendation is the California Newsreel documentary <a href="http://unnaturalcauses.org/">Unnatural Causes</a>, an important documentary that examines how social and economic inequality contributes to the declining life expectancy in the United States, to the decaying social fabric of our society, and many other things. It examines the interrelation of many factors: stress, biology, income, and rather than screeching banshees pointing fingers, the DVD takes a rationalist, biological point of view. <br /><br />It is a disturbing, upsetting documentary, full of truths you probably don't want to face (or have wanted to avoid thinking about). However, it's one you need to see. It's one you are morally obligated to watch. It's one that examines the few choices we still have, although it may be too late. <br /><br />The sad truth is, inequality <i>IS</i> making us sick. America is not tenable in its current, apocalyptic, amoral cancerous state of capitalism at all costs. If you don't believe me, watch this masterful 4 hour documentary, and then we'll talk.<br /><br /><br />The DVD is available only from their site, but here are some <br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fs%3Fie%3DUTF8%26x%3D0%26ref%255F%3Dnb%255Fss%255F1%255F12%26y%3D0%26field-keywords%3Dunnatural%2520causes%2520is%2520inequality%2520making%2520us%2520sick%26url%3Dsearch-alias%253Daps%26sprefix%3Dunnatural%2520ca&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=390957">unnatural causes products on amazon</a><img src="https://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=ur2&o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-47534620995833013672009-10-11T11:16:00.005-04:002009-10-11T11:34:57.560-04:00YO HERTA MÜLLER I'MA LET YOU FINISH BUT FIRST LET ME SAY ATWOOD HAD THE GREATEST NOVELS OF ALL TIMEI am very happy that <a href="http://artsbeat.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/10/08/herta-muller-wins-the-2009-nobel-prize-for-literature/?hp">a woman (Herta Müller) won the Nobel Prize for Literature;</a> however, I must admit that my favorite for some years has been Margaret Atwood. I would really like to see her win this award in her lifetime. Far too many people dismiss her books as soft-sci-fi or dark "chick lit." Those people have obviously never read her work.<br /><br />When I was fourteen, I read The Handmaid's Tale and I spent almost a decade avoiding her books because I imagined they would not, could not possibly live up and I did not want to deal with that disappointment. When I was in Germany, I wanted to surround myself in English in my free time. To bathe in it. I tried to read German books but I longed for English. Is that weird? So I overcame my reluctance and read almost everything Atwood ever wrote. I hate overwrought food / eating consumption metaphors, but I really did "devour" them. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0385721676?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0385721676">Oryx and Crake</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0385721676" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0385491034?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0385491034">The Robber Bride</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0385491034" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0385720955?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0385720955">The Blind Assassin</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0385720955" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0385491026?ie=UTF8&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0385491026">Cat's Eye</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0385491026" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />... I mean, I read them as fast as Deutsche Post could get them to me. I eventually had to sell them all back at the English bookshop in Berlin to keep my belongings light enough for the airline. The rounded characters, vaguely magical situations and deft, yet unpretentious language really struck a chord with me. <br /><br />I hadn't been thinking about Atwood much lately, because all of my brain is supposed to be devoted to GRAD SCHOOL. But I was really pulling for her to win a Nobel and recently, I found myself in Borders. Being desperately poor and constantly swamped with stuff to get done, I rarely go into stores - they just make me feel bad - but I saw that she had written a new novel. One about a society in which evil corporations dominate society and own the government, poison citizens, and engineer violence. <br /><br />No, wait! Actually it's fiction! A novel! About the not-too-distant future! <br /><br />Although it's probably academic and professional suicide, I bought it and have been reading it. Shh. Don't tell.<br /><br />Atwood's new book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fs%3Fie%3DUTF8%26x%3D0%26ref%255F%3Dnb%255Fss%26y%3D0%26field-keywords%3Dthe%2520year%2520of%2520the%2520flood%26url%3Dsearch-alias%253Daps&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=390957">The Year of the Flood</a><img src="https://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=ur2&o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> is what I am recommending to you today. Speculative fiction is nearly always about the present, and while there's potential for <i>The Year of the Flood</i> to be heavy-handed and didactic, it's neither of those things. It's about a group of religious vegans (!) who anticipate a corporate-engineered plague. <br /><br />It reads as engrossingly as any other engaging book about an unsettlingly similar setting, but what's drawing me in (I'm about halfway through) is its detailed ritual and the perfectly-imagined, yet flawed religion created in the Gardeners (who first appeared in Oryx & Crake). I am fascinated by religious culture (not so much by religion itself) and the heteroglossic narration adds dimension, criticism, and comfort to the Gardeners as the backstories are constructed: backstories upon backstories, nuanced and detailed, until the looming apocalypse seems like an after thought.<br /><br />Like I said. I haven't finished reading it yet, but I <b>recommend The Year of the Flood to you</b> whole heartedly.mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536004492389319057.post-53987719043708477852009-10-03T11:33:00.005-04:002009-10-03T11:43:56.817-04:00magical thinkingToday's recommendation is <b>not alienating your copyeditor enough such that they ruin your product launch, assuming you have one (a copyeditor) to begin with</b>.<br /><br />This week, the Red Cross is holding a book/media sale in my town. Because i have SO MUCH time to read things that are not assigned, I made a point to go out there. Support the Red Cross, right? I was mostly looking for ephemeral media.<br /><br />I was not disappointed. While Thom was seriously looking at serious books, I frolicked over to the PLEASE TAKE THESE DVDs OFF OUR HANDS THEY ARE AN EMBARRASSMENT section and found myself face to face with this.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3530/3977404974_2149f17112.jpg"><br /><br />Look very carefully, dear readers. It says what you think it says. <br /><br />Yep. that's right! "Kid's Walk" is egregious enough, but that tag line up there? With that charming, homemade attempt at copy editing? Someone actually thought this was a good idea. It is, in and of itself. Teach kids (or: "kid's")...how to walk! And inspire them! With a message telling them...<br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3428/3977411074_43e008960b.jpg"><br /><br />naturally, I had to purchase it. I have barely been able to keep my hands off it. I can't wait to watch it today and see what it tells me. CAN I DO IT?<br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3479/3976659855_628007dd21.jpg"><br /><br />Update soon!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fs%3Fie%3DUTF8%26rs%3D130%26ref%255F%3Dsr%255Fpg%255F3%26keywords%3DLeslie%2520Sansone%26bbn%3D130%26qid%3D1254583681%26rh%3Dn%253A130%252Ck%253ALeslie%2520Sansone%26page%3D3&tag=werecommthing-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=390957">Other home fitness products by this woman. Everyone has to make a living. especially me!</a><img src="https://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=werecommthing-20&l=ur2&o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177712851560436093noreply@blogger.com0