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VSPINK. [May. 23rd, 2012|06:01 pm]

fitfoodrun
[mood |accomplishedaccomplished]



hello everybody!!

so..while i have been in auburn i have done a little online shopping. one night i was kinda on the drunk side and went shopping instead of going to sleep. here is what i bought for myself:









and a couple of days ago, here in auburn it was around 90 degrees. well, the house here in auburn has a pool. THANK GOD. it was so much fun playing in the pool for an hour and drinking a huckleberry cream ale while i cooled down. PERFECT.










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On Infidelity, for YoDesh [May. 22nd, 2012|08:28 pm]

rosie1300

On Infidelity

By Rosie N. Kar

Recently, the Times of India reported on the rise of infidelity occurring in India’s cosmopolitan areas.  The article interviewed institutional specialists, relationship experts, therapists, and PR spokespeople for police to get their opinions on how and why there has been an increase.  While the scope of the piece was limited to urban, bustling areas, let’s be real: cheating can occur anytime, anywhere, within any location, whether in a city, suburbia, or rural enclave.

Reasons cited for infidelity included sexual dissatisfaction, monetary inequality, the thrill of experiencing something new, and emotional distance between partners.  The piece claims that there has been a decrease in reported divorces, but a marked increase in cheating.  Comments in the article refer to arranged marriages, and the incompatibility of partners, chosen by parents, and forced into matrimony.  The piece did not delve into the dangers of affairs; the sexually transmitted infections that can emerge, the violence that may erupt within families, and the impact on mental health.  Within the South Asian community, religious and cultural ideologies are rapt with tales of non-monogamous affairs.  One need only look at the writings of Mughal imperial courts to learn about kings and queens, siring heirs to thrones with partners outside of their respective marriages.  Sage Valmiki’s epic Ramayana tells of King Dasharatha and his three wives, Kaushalya, Sumithra, and Kaikeyi.  The Mahabharata has the tale of Draupadi, the princess, who was given the task of finding a partner via swayamvara. This was a revered and time honored practice where young Indian women, upon reaching a certain age, had a smorgasbord of suitors, from which a partner had to be chosen.  Draupadi was wooed by the princely warrior Arjuna, who- being a good Desi mummy’s boy- agreed to share her with his four brothers.  The earliest Punjabi immigrants into the West coast of the United States were not allowed to bring their wives with them from India due to xenophobic, racist citizenship laws, so they married Mexican-American women.  Anti-Asian sentiment remained intact for over a century; this discourse extended to women of Asian origin. White Americans deemed all Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and South Asian women as hypersexual prostitutes, and men of Asian origin were forbidden to marry white women, due to fears of miscegenation and “racial pollution.” Political figures have long held the public eye with media picking up on tales of their extramarital affairs, sordid accounts of sexual exploits, dalliances with sex workers, with disgraced “good wives” standing beside them. 

But have we been socially conditioned to accept monogamy?  Biologically speaking, animals are programmed to reproduce with as many suitable partners as possible, in order to sustain populations.  Is the desire to experience intimacy with many partners, whether emotional, physical, and everything in between, simply natural? I have been dating since I was 16, and over the course of my relationships, I have been cheated on.  Finding other people’s numbers in a partner’s pocket, being the unintended recipient of a suggestive text message, observing strange behavior- all of these things can be the cause of much heartbreak and despair, leading to depression and insecurity. In a way, finding out my partner was a lying cheater was a relief, because it served as a reason to end the relationship, which was headed in a sour direction anyway. My discovery of his cheating saved me future heartbreak.  In my enormous group of friends, my friends have cheated on their partners, and their partners have cheated on them. Within my married circle of friends, the question of infidelity is not publicly discussed; this might be because almost all of my friends are newlyweds, still basking in the glow of their honeymoons.  Cheating clauses are fairly common in prenuptial agreements; if one person breaks the clause, then certain terms in the contract are rendered null and void.

There are ways to work through infidelity: to speak about things, desires, and needs, with our partners; to generate trust and keep open the lines of communication; to own up to mistakes; and to forgive.  One option might be exploring alternative lifestyles.

ABC Nightline did a special on swingers, with statistics claiming that half of the United States’ married population has admitted to cheating on their spouses, and that over the last decade, infidelity among married men and women under 30 years of age had increased by 45%, and 30%, respectively.  Sites like AdultFriendFinder and Ashley Madison (whose tagline reads: “Life is Short. Have an Affair”) are online spaces for consenting adults to create accounts, and meet willing partners.  Swingers often attend parties, exclusive events where one or both in the marriage partake in consensual affairs, with other married couples.  

 Infidelity should not be pathologized, nor should it be blamed as something “exclusive” to Western/white populations, as Desi culture so famously does. The reasons behind infidelity are manifold, and complex. We must be careful about passing judgment when it comes to discussing infidelity. We do not know everyone’s stories.

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It doesn't have an apartment number! [May. 21st, 2012|12:30 pm]

psychotropek
[Current Location |Boston, MA]
[mood |okayokay]

Move complete.  Done by two skinny Russians.  Still unpacking some and reconciling where everything goes.  Some posters not hung yet.  Need tape!

The good: Room has plenty of space.  Have actual kitchen, dining, and common room that all are respectable in and of themselves.  The other girls are in and out with company often.  Can bike convenient to TV.  Central air works well.

The bad: One bathroom.  Parking spot can be tricky to maneuver.  We're in a bit of a limbo for ten days until some more things get moved out so that all the kitchen stuff can be reconciled.  Bedroom tends towards too warm, and the fan is controlled by the same switch as the light, so darkness plus overhead fan not so much.
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auburn fun. [May. 20th, 2012|02:42 pm]

fitfoodrun
[mood |blankblank]



hello from AUBURN!!

















1. polar bear painting in tsuda in downtown auburn.
2. lunch today from beach hut deli down the highway from the house... so freakin good.
3. spicy tuna roll from nugget in roseville. the best roll in CA. now, that's saying a whole lot.
4. pear martini made by mom friday night. so good.





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Notebook on Cities and Culture S1E22: The Discerning Cosmopolitan Cartographer with Eric Brightwell [May. 20th, 2012|11:29 am]

colinmarshall
Colin Marshall sits down in Silver Lake with Eric Brightwell, proprietor of both Pendersleigh & Sons Cartography, which offers hand-drawn maps of neighborhoods in Los Angeles and beyond (and posts them to Amoeba Music's Amoeblog), and Brightwell, which offers luxury and craft items to the discerning cosmopolitan gentleman. They discuss the days when Silver Lake was Ivanhoe; the distinctively shifting and disputed nature of Los Angeles neighborhoods; the differences between neighborhood mapping by Google Maps, by Yahoo Maps, on subway station walls, and by hand; the unintended Berlin Wall effect of freeway construction; his attracting of angry, all-caps comments from the gangs of Frogtown; longtime Angelenos' lack of awareness about the neighborhoods that surround them, and their need to believe that their own has gone to the dogs; Hollywood's retailers of pimp-geared $169 three-suit deals; how an authenticity jones can ruin your experience of Los Angeles; his discovery of microsubcultures in unexpected places, and the larger fact that no one part of the city is more interesting than any other; Hitler's Pacific Palisades bunker; and the advanced art of entering a neighborhood, exploring it, and documenting it without knowing anything at all going in.

Download the interview from Notebook on Cities and Culture’s feed here or on iTunes here.

(Photo: Fern)
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Podthoughts: The KunstlerCast [May. 20th, 2012|11:27 am]

colinmarshall

Vital stats:
Format: interview-conversations about “the tragic comedy of suburban sprawl”
Episode duration: 12m-1h20m
Frequency: weekly

Suburbia sucks, and ever-rising energy prices will soon destroy it. There you have the collected ideas, in caricature, of self-styled public intellectual James Howard Kunstler. For twenty years, he’s worked the city-planning, architecture, transit and urbanism/New Urbanism beats, territory where self-styled public intellectuals have been known to tread. Perhaps you’ve read the work of activist-journalist Jane Jacobs, to whom Kunstler often gets compared. When her 1961 book The Death and Life of Great American Cities grew famous and influential, the caricature of her ideas developed as follows: modernist urban planning (i.e., freeways and function separation) sucks, and if you let it happen, it will soon destroy you. These caricatures fail to convey the depth and nuance of Jacobs and Kunstler’s writing, as caricatures do. Alas, it seems that public intellectuals, especially self-styled ones, pay the price of caricaturization to find purchase in the zeitgeist.

If you wish to know more about precisely why Kunstler thinks suburbia sucks, allow me to suggest The KunstlerCast [iTunes] [RSS]. Taking a more unusual form than it might at first seem, the podcast presents a weekly conversation — more formal than a two-sided gab session, but looser than an interview — between Kunstler and co-host Duncan Crary. Aside from the occasional field trip to real streets and malls and such, each episode has Crary asking Kunstler for his thoughts on a certain subject, be it a city he’s recently visited like, say, Portland [MP3]; the work of another urbanist like, say, Jane Jacobs [MP3]; or even the very definition terms as basic as “urban” [MP3]. This may sound a tad technical or academic, but Kunstler, neither an academic nor a technician, seems constitutionally unsuited to letting conversations go dry. The man comes armed with judgments, often swift and harsh, about which cities he finds livable, which cities he finds hellish, and which cities he feels certain that energy crises will simply sweep away.

Read the whole thing at Maximum Fun.
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here we go [May. 19th, 2012|11:27 am]

supressed_dolor
[mood |determineddetermined]
[music |jack johnson - broken ]

"without you I was broken, but I'd rather be broke down with you by my side."

What are you trying to say Jack Johnson?? haha. For the first time it sounds like he's promoting unhealthy relationship behavior.

So things have taken an interesting turn. Something I do and don't like about the human condition: happiness and love are blinding. I don't want to be tangled in euphoria because it causes amnesia and makes you forget the struggle and the pain. I need to keep that ugly side in my mind and remind myself of that low swing. Oh happy slingshot interlude, do not fool me twice. This will be an experiment in truth. Keep your ground and watch your steps. I need to do me, no matter what happens. I can't lose sight of that very important mission and journey to envision, tackle, and develop my dreams. Balance Alice, balance! It's my life and I can't lose the reigns again. I'm going to steal this and say "Live Strong." I've been running and I think that's been helping keep my mind in check. I want to be the person that wakes up early and goes to the park and jogs or goes rock climbing or plays soccer or basketball, SOMETHING because I can understand why it's so beneficial. Not just for a physical health perspective, but bringing your mind and body together back to life and the thrill of feeling completely alive in motion with living things. Computer screen, phone screens, movie screens, all of this digital, virtual preoccupation is definitely a blessing and a curse. I can't live without them and need them in a large extent of my life, but I can't let my mind and time be too consumed by them. Never ever would I survive 9-5 in front of a computer for more than a year.. That would be the death of me, not because I wouldn't be capable, but because my spirit would die and I'd forget who I am. I'm very much like a plant where I need my daily dose of the breeze, the sun, and the nourishment of surrounding nature to keep my leaves from wilting. So I'm committing myself to the goal of being able to run like I did when I was a kid unleashed in an open field--free and exhilarated.

Sidenote: A commercial just came on Pandora advertising how people should reclaim their summer days by using their vacation days to go to Vegas. And my only reaction was HELL NO. Why would you want to go to Vegas in the summertime? On your sparse vacation days? I've had my share of Vegas, but if I only have a few summer days to spare I would absolutely not spend it there in over 100 degree weather with tons of people and no friendly tree or shade in sight. F that. haha straightforward random rant time.
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David Rieff: Los Angeles: Capital of the Third World [May. 18th, 2012|04:07 pm]

colinmarshall
When I noticed this book on a downtown library shelf, the prospect of a twenty-year-old assessment of Los Angeles by Susan Sontag's "polemicist" son did not immediately appeal. Thinking of Sontag's cultural affiliations with New York and Europe, one easily envisions nothing more than a prolonged dismissal of this city as a vast, backward hellscape of philistines and oppressed laborers. But since pre-judging a writer by not even his mother but an idea of his mother struck me as uncharitable — the very thing my imagined son of the idea of Susan Sontag would do to Los Angeles — I began reading. Rieff opens with an almost savage critique of friends and acquaintances in his New York coterie who, despite priding themselves on thinking with nuance and balance about issues like Israel-Palestine and German reunification (the year was 1991), blithely condemn the whole of Los Angeles with a misremembered Gertrude Stein quote or a one-liner that sounded warmed-over back when it came out of Woody Allen. Clearly, I was in for something unexpected.

Not far into Los Angeles: Capital of the Third World, either I remembered or Rieff reminded me that Sontag, though born and deceased in New York and buried in Paris, did a fair bit of growing up in Los Angeles. She even graduated from North Hollywood High, which puts her in the company of no less a Valley luminary than Adam Carolla (who, by his own admission, the administration just sort of waved through). Rieff himself logged a chunk of his back-and-forth, divorced-parents childhood in Los Angeles. So here we have a many-rooted and thus seemingly rootless cosmopolitan returning, in some sense, to the dirt where just one of these thin strands buried itself. No sooner does he emerge from LAX than he marvels anew at the openness, cleanliness, and peculiar conveniences — smiles, for instance — he'd grown accustomed to doing without in New York.

While these stars in Rieff's eyes soon dim, he holds to this premise: we New Yorkers think of Los Angeles as undeveloped and culturally benighted, sometimes with good cause, but, y'know, we ain't doin' so hot ourselves. He directly and incisively analogizes the teeth-grinding freeway traffic to which Angelenos freely submit to the pervasive "filth and insecurity" to which he and his fellow New Yorkers have long since surrendered. He pokes fun at New York society's increasingly apparent bewilderment, that of an out-of-touch parent. not only at Los Angeles' failure to look east for guidance, but its lack of concern about what goes on in Manhattan at all. He relates terse telephone conversations with flinty friends back home who defensively repeat mantras like "Life is hard," ridiculing the very notion that anyone, especially those airheaded Angelenos, might expect pleasure from existence rather than pain.

While inoculating himself against the cruder anti-Los Angeles prejudices, Rieff performs his own criticism of the city from what must have read, at the time, like a fresh angle. He enters Los Angeles from and bases himself in its wealthier, coastal westside. There he attends cocktail parties and visits friends of friends who, slowly but surely, reveal their startlingly total ignorance about neighborhoods mere miles from their own. Investigating further, he builds a narrative of Los Angeles starting with an improbable early 20th-century greening of the desert. This continues into large-scale salesmanship for the resulting "Anglo-Saxon homemaker's" ideal place in the sun. Then follows the development of a freeway-laden constellation of otherwise isolated municipalities optimistically meant to avoid the entrenched troubles of the eastern industrial metropolis. By 1990, where Rieff came in, we watch the bewilderment as this Los Angeles dream fragments into something much more alien.

Though he gets decent mileage out of conversations with their illegal "help," Rieff ultimately loses interest in westsiders and their real estate-y concerns. He spends more "vivid, peculiar, and unsettling" days among Los Angeles' various immigrant populations, whose steady inflow from Mexico, Central America, and Asia — not to mention all of that era's ominously direct Japanese investment — seems to have taken the "natives," Anglo-Saxon homemakers and otherwise, by surprise. Sensing a local knack for the language of branding, Rieff notes how many Angelenos respond by boosterishly calling Los Angeles "the capital of the Pacific Rim" — indeed, the only American sub-economy diverse enough to compete with shrewd, calculating Japanese corporations otherwise raring to buy and sell the entire country. Certain well-to-do westsiders insist that Los Angeles' Latin Americans and Asians will assimilate like New York's Italians and Jews, but Rieff doesn't see it happening — in fact, sees it actively not happening.

Rieff writes of much white, middle-class hand-wringing over the possibility that, assimilated or no, these waves of foreigners will wash them out of their exceptionalist Eden. And I understand the appeal, at least in the abstract, of a land of year-round sunshine that affords you — afforded you — a quiet, detached home of your very own, surrounded by an apron of Shropshire-grade lawn, from which you can smoothly motor — Twenty Minutes to Everwhere! — on those gleaming new freeways to your secure job in a faraway downtown tower. But I don't feel it. Even today, I witness spasms of this strange nativist anxiety from longtime Angelenos, often triggered by exasperation at the prominence of the Spanish language they refuse to learn. "Betrayal" is the word Rieff uses; these people feel betrayed by the densifying, variegated, hyperpolyglot Babel of trains, towers, and desert gardens "their" city is becoming. But I would have moved to no other Los Angeles.
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auburn bound. [May. 18th, 2012|02:49 pm]

fitfoodrun
[mood |accomplishedaccomplished]











yesterday i left orange county to come to auburn for a few weeks. i guess you could call it my transitional period. these two pictures were taken on the grapevine last night at sunset. LOVE.





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Notebook on Cities and Culture S1E21: Connoisseur of Silence with Todd Levin [May. 17th, 2012|09:34 am]

colinmarshall

Colin Marshall sits down in Silver Lake with comedian, writer, and comedy writer Todd Levin, who's written for Late Night with Conan O'Brien, The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien, Conan, and the Onion News Network. They discuss using comedy performers as tools; the advantages of being a cipher; deliberately bewildering the audience, listening for reactions beyond laughter, and in the process becoming a connoisseur of silence; the comparative humorous possibilities of Tetley and Bigelow tea bag package copy; the inevitable and healthy decision to stop reading internet feedback on one's work; Conan O'Brien's coxcomb of hair; New York's inherent masochism, and Los Angeles' bus stops full of people who look just about to surrender; the pleasures of New York's crosstown buses and the agonies of its garbage trains; Los Angeles' lack of an excuse for shuffling around in flip-flops; his heightened suspicion of venues that aggressively promise good times, and what aggressive promises of laughter can do to comedy; the ultimately fruitless technique of reliable joke insertion, which reveals an anxiety to hold an audience's attention and in so doing loses that attention; that particular Conan O'Brien brand of delivering silliness and lasting memories at once; and the haunting question of telling which of your actions indicate maturity, and which indicate complacency.

Download the interview from Notebook on Cities and Culture’s feed here or on iTunes here.

(Photo: Lisa Whiteman)

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