Monday, November 30, 2009

Accountability Squad

So maybe I am ridiculous, and given my post just a few days ago, over-booked (pun intended!), but I wanted to do something somewhat untraditional given great inspiration from blogger Los Whittaker and use the holidays as a time to become stronger physically, spiritually, and relationally. The holidays tend to stress us out, making us focus on what we "should" do and thus over-stuffing us with food, money-spending and stress. Well, enough of that. Suffice it to say the baby Jesus would not want that for humankind, and I really don't want that either.

So here's my plan. I call this post "Accountability Squad," since my blog's now linked to Los' and every other person he's rallied behind this holiday self-improvement movement, and I intend to stick with my goals by recording them here and updating my progress as I go along. This might require a little bit of slacking on the blog-front itself, but given the book reviews and the check-ins, I bet we'll still be seeing quite a lot of one another still.

To begin, here are my goals:

1) Physical: Work out for at least 25 minutes a day for at least 4 days each week until Christmas.

2) Spiritual: Memorize & blog about passages from a lovely gift I recently received, The Love Dare.

3) Relational: Make a nice, heartfelt gift for each of my family members.

I can't say too much more, because there are surprises involved with #3, but I am excited to get started. Instead of a 30 day challenge, since I think I started late, this will be a 24 day challenge for me, as a kind of advent calendar of wellness.

Each of my three goals seems a little wee teeny bit impossible now, but that's why hope, courage, discipline, and the other virtues exist, right? So let's begin!

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Out of character

Thanksgiving time, followed by Christmas time, is putting me in a pretty great mood. I love the food, the family and friends, and the general spirit of the holidays this year. However, O the cat is not sure to be feeling the same. This first holiday season with us as a family, I think he is quite taken aback by all the festivities. Biting the newly put-up Christmas tree aside, I think he is rather indifferent to the season, and rather loathe of my insistence that he participate in it. You be the judge!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

11 in 12

Is the day after Thanksgiving too early to start thinking about New Year's Resolutions?

I'm not sure, but as I lay here, trying to figure out how much more regimen, order, challenge, and growth I can pack into my life these days, I came up with a plan that certainly sounds quite a lot like a resolution. It's a plan to read 11 great works of literature within the next 12 months.

This plan started out after seeing A Christmas Carol in 3D with my parents this Thanksgiving, and remembering how beautiful a story it is and how absolutely perfect the words are. I need to see them on paper again, and make sure I have read the whole thing through at least once in my life. Then this got me thinking about all the other books out there that I'd like to read, books that peek my interest but never made it onto the required list in high school, where both sadly and happily, depending on how you look at it, I've done most of my fiction perusing.

So here's my list. Tell me what you think of it. I could add others, like Love Story, or some Shakespeare, or some something, but these are just a few classics that I think I might actually like, and feel I might fall in love with once I read them.

A Christmas Carol

Don Quixote
Dangerous Liaisons
Wuthering Heights
Anna Karenina
Ulysses
The Great Gatsby
Mrs. Dalloway
The Trial
As I Lay Dying
One Hundred Years of Solitude


What are your favorite classics? I am a big fan of the tortured romance, and so I love Great Expectations and Lolita.

I'll be getting a library card in the area soon and crossing off the books on this list that I get through as soon as I finish them, in between putting up my Christmas tree, playing Wii with my family, and flitting in and out of work like a bonafide crazy woman. And yoga. And writing. And guitar eventually. And that's enough. Well, and maybe if you're lucky and I am diligent, I will write reviews about each book here too, so you can know what's worth investing your rainy Sunday reading time in. But at any rate, keep me on track!!

Saturday, November 21, 2009

A litte yogi

A couple weeks ago I had a fun idea to write a blog post about my revived enjoyment of and discipline in yoga. I wanted to talk about how it helped my stress, my spirituality, and was a great way to quickly and notably feel more fit.

However, that blog never happened, and instead, in its place, I have thought of a whole other topic, though quite related, for my post on the little yogis. So here goes..

The aforementioned blog post idea was the result of reading a CNN.com article about kids, ages 4 and up, taking yoga classes. There was a 12-year-old boy interviewed, far better at yoga than me, who said it was his favorite activity and that it was helping him with his parents' divorce. The video included in the article was adorable - it looked a little like an add for a Gymboree.

However, while I am completely in favor of age-appropriate fitness and health, it got me to thinking if yoga for 4-year-olds is, in fact, age appropriate. Some teachers say it helps with ADHD. Well, that's good. Other studies have said it helps teenage girls with body image issues. Good too. But I guess my question is bigger than that, and it's about whether as a society we are going back to a time when young people are treated more-or-less like adults, and whether or not (given that we've reversed this kind of thinking from back in the day to begin with) this is a good thing.

Kids became kids more or less in our country when child labor laws were enacted and we got to go to school instead of work. Before then, farm kids worked on farms all day, poor city kids went to factories, and rich city kids drank tea and learned social graces.

Then came new laws and policies, and thank goodness developmental psychology, which continually, now through neuroscience, reveals that kids don't think or act like adults. For good reason, Sesame Street happened, Playskool happened, and little kids got their own place in the world. But now it seems like we're dressing little kids like adults, we're expecting them to learn like us, and we're giving them freedom that they may or may not be ready for or capable of using safely.

Maybe I am overreacting, but I wonder where the actual healthy balance is between taking our kids seriously and investing in them and treating them like little adults.

I am sure I will err on the side of the later when it comes my time to parent, so it's a good thing to think about.

Friday, November 20, 2009

My lighter side

As you may have noticed by my lapse in blogging time these days, work and life has started to really kick my butt. Not in a wholly freak out kind of way, but more or less in an I-have-less-time-to-sleep-save-breath-catch-my-breath kind of way that is tolerable in small bursts throughout life. It’s as energizingly challenging as it is frustrating, and in some ways the stress is bringing out really fun parts of my personality. Point in case – I sing and dance in the car down the interstate, I write poems based not on tortured emotions, but on whims and day dreams, and I project a lot more of my angst into that staple junk food of multimedia, the TV sitcom.

I decided to write this blog today during my lunch break not only because I feel guilty for not writing more and earlier in the month, and not only because if I try to do anything work-related this time would make my head explode, but also because a Gossip Girl blog post is due.

(Note to the reader: At this point – 2 minutes into blogging - work indeed demanded my attention - until 8pm. And yes, to be sure, my head did explode. I continued this post the next day...)

Gossip Girl is a fluff TV show about a group of vain, rich teenagers. I have been watching it off and on for the past 2 years, during times when the need to escape is imminent. For example, I think I started watching as I plugged away on my grad school midterms, became an avid viewer as I finished up my thesis, and have now become reinvolved during this massive stress flood at work. It’s hard though, even as I become a loyal fan, to defend my interest in a teeny-bopper show. Not that it matters, we all have guilty pleasures. But I’d like to give the show it’s due with a top ten list, because those are fun anyway. So here’s to Gossip Girl, why I (somewhat bashfully) love it, and why I can’t wait for the show to go on:

10. The hair.

Serena’s wild locks. Blair’s kept curls. Chuck’s pomade do. Nate’s man-bangs. Jenny’s transformation from long and straight haired, to Shirley Templed, to a razor-cut mess and back again. And there’s always the jeweled headbands…


9. The skylines.


The shows appeal to the photographer in me with their panoramic shots of the New York skyline. Day to night, Central Park to Rockefeller Center, the show makes me want to head back for a weekend to NYC with S so badly. I remember the fun times we’ve had there, how much there is to do in the city that never sleeps, and how beautiful it is.

8. The music.


Gossip Girl uses primarily popular music for scoring the show, not unlike The Hills, but in a far more integrated and I think successful way. This season, the show is moving toward indie-rock songs more and more, which I love. Similar to the scoring of Grey’s Anatomy, the way the music is placed in the show is spot on with the emotions of the scenes. It is also the kind of sound track that you want to have playing while working out, before a big interview or date – take over the world kind of music. It’s fun, frivolous, beautiful and empowering at the same time.

7. The parents.

Plenty of teen dramas have parent dramas in the background. I think this actually started with the affair Dawson’s mom has in Dawson’s Creek, another show that any one who knows me will tell you I deeply and sincerely love. Gossip Girl boasts parents Lily Bass, a gazelle like woman who, following 6., has impeccable taste in clothes and eye-glasses, and Rufus Humphrey, the most chill of all TV parents who I cannot watch without thinking of his absolutely incredible, and incredibly hilarious performance in the HBO mini-series Band of Brothers. My third favorite parent is the now deceased Bart Bass. Why do I like him? Well, as the character Serena notes, “He raised Chuck.”

6. The clothes.

The kids dress exquisitely, inline with the character development of their roles. The style on the show is like art, and I admire it. If I don’t go vegan, I think I’d like to wear as much silk as Blair does, and as much leather as Serena. Not to mention S already looks like Chuck when he’s in the mood to dress up!

5. Lonely boy.

Dan Humphrey, Rufus’ kid, is an overly cerebral, overly talkative, overly self-conscious brooder/writer/friend-of-a-friend type of guy. He’s probably the person, if I am being honest, that reminds me of me most on the show. He can get himself into trouble for being nice to people who don’t deserve it, and he can be naïve in thinking that other people are just as transparent about things as he is. Dan is always good for subtle humor, which after the sheer ridiculousness of the show, is its second strongest suit.

4. The shameful, yet necessary, hypocrisy element.

This sounds a bit sad perhaps, but as I live, barring human imperfection and the desire to speed on highways, a pretty squeaky clean life in which my darker side needs a benign, or at least innocuous, outlet. I eat well, work out, treat others with respect, work at a substance abuse prevention non-profit, and try to grow spiritually everyday. I suck sometimes, especially in my own head, but in general I think I’m a nice lady. This is why, if I am being completely honest, it is refreshing and to live out anger, aggression, even vengeance, and any other naturally id-like feelings of mine, vicariously through a group of spoiled brats who drink scotch in the morning and get arrested in the afternoon. Call it maladaptive sublimination, but it is so fun, and nobody (except for the fake people in my TV set) gets hurt.

3. The scheming.

Right in line with 4., the scheming on this show is incredible. The plot is never entirely unexpected, but the twists and turns and perverted ways you get from a known A to an anticipated B is astounding. One example would be the way in which typically tense and estranged, though happily reunited lovers Blair and Chuck, find, lose, and re-find each other through a series of their own dark plans and those of their supposedly closest friends. But more on them later. It’s just fun to think two steps ahead of what the characters will do as you watch, and then to see which plots succeed, and which go up in flames.

2. Chuck and Blair apart.

Since I didn’t watch the first season until re-runs and I didn’t watch the second season sequentially, I have just recently come to understand the full magnitude of the Blair and Chuck saga. For those of you not unhealthily obsessed like me, this couple only got together in any sort of legitimate way at the end of the second season, but the seeds of their love were evident from the very beginning, and their inability to get together is hands-down, without a question, the most gut-wrenching plotline on a prime-time drama that I’ve ever seen. Remembering Dawson’s Creek, in the days when I was actually watching teen shows as a teen, this storyline is even better than Pacey and Joey’s winding road. Inside of these character’s quests for each other, a microscope is brought to the delicate nature of human insecurity and passion. My heart literally aches for them every time they can’t get it right.

1. Chuck and Blair together.

Chuck was a boozing, womanizing near-monster until he found Blair. Blair was a dogmatic, cliquey tyrant until she found Chuck. Okay, they are still pretty much both of those things, but that's exactly why they are meant for each other! The happy ending is of course that Blair and are together now, which is great for three reasons. One – they are absolutely perfect for each other and my TV-world feels right with them paired, Two – their scheming is better as a couple than it ever is individually, and Three – it is absolutely horrifying and at the same time exhilarating suspenseful that they are currently harmonious. This is a teen soap opera, and at some point, potentially soon, the convention is that something will have to go wrong with them. And then the lose, re-find cycle will repeat in the maze of a fantastical world that gets me through the insanity of my real life.

Have a happy weekend, and I promise I will blog more soon!

xoxo. Hee hee, just kidding.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Goals

Goals aren't the important thing. Schedules aren't the important thing. The important thing is breathing in peace, love and joy, and then exhaling that out to the world (Yoga speak, hee hee). Being blessed, and then turning around, and being a blessing (Church speak). As we head toward the holidays, as life throws me a little curve ball now and again, I am just excited to conquer all the little stuff in the process of focusing on the big stuff - treating people with respect, loving my family and friends, and knowing God in all of it (Me Speak). It's a single thing that is not small, and only simple some of the time, but it anchors me firm. Happy Sunday!