At this fair a couple weeks ago, I was in a merchandise booth looking for something and the shopkeeper asked if he could help me.  I said yes, I was looking for a Turkish coffee pot.  He said no, he didn't sell them, and then proceeded to have a "conversation" with me about why it's not just a Turkish coffee pot, but actually a Mediterranean coffee ( Read more... )

Link from ysabetwordsmith.

A link to a short article and pictures about gender differences in posture.

"In addition, a number of the photos illustrate gendered embodiment. When the men and women in the photos take on not just the other’s clothing, but also their postures, we can see how certain ways of holding or displaying our bodies are gendered - that we ( Read more... )

Dragons today are too big for heroes to slay on their own.  It takes an army.  Armies are bigger and take more time, but if led by a competent captain, they'll find the dragon.  Eventually.  Meanwhile, all the hero can do is stand there waving his arms and dodging fireballs.  The hero has become an elite messenger.  The captain is the one in charge ( Read more... )

Change comes with the autumn leaves turning bright colors of red and orange, carrying you away from that mellow green of summer.  The rain comes too, with autumn.  Its tippy-tap dance on the sidewalk melts the orange leaves into piles of brown goo but brings back the green.  It's a different green.  It's a shimmering green, a fey green, one that ( Read more... )

We have these doors on campus that keep getting moved around.  They're not really doors, they just look like them, four of them, lined up in a row in the middle of some big open outside area.  They have pictures and blurbs on them from the 1960s and 1970s talking about the University District, the culture of the U-district, the history that passed ( Read more... )

It's the eve of Yom Kippur and I'm tired and hungry already.  I sat in synagogue all evening reading the siddur and wondering if this was the image of God I wanted to have, if this was the image of God I wanted to pass on to my children (assuming I have any).  I read the poetry in the left hand margins of the siddur, the historical explanations of ( Read more... )

So, again, you've got my theories and rambles after watching Cold Blood with Lotus* and Piper**, their friend Fuse, and traumerin.  (Sorry again, traumerin for it being your second episode.  I will now inundate you with links to the former episodes, though.)

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So I've been watching Doctor Who with my housemates once a week ever since the new series began.  I'm trying to catch up with the back-episodes too, but with homework and trying to write I've basically stalled on those.  (I'm up to Series 2, just finished 2.7 The Idiot's Lantern.)

I normally gush to my housemates after we watch an episode, and we ( Read more... )

So I've been busy and the internet has been on the bottom of my to-do list.  Not that I posted much to begin with, but I do enjoy reading others' posts and commenting.  And letting people know I'm still alive, since for those of you who overlap with my fb friends, well, I haven't been on there much either.

But here's an interesting post about gender ( Read more... )

In a procrastination moment from writing my sociology essay, I started A Clash of Kings, which has been waiting on my bookshelf for a free moment.  A piece of the prologue led to a short thought:

Those who want a crown should not have one.*  And yet, and yet, isn't that what we do for presidents?  Give the job to someone who wants it?  But we hedge ( Read more... )