The danger of a single story

This past week I have been basking in all the amazing posts and thoughts being shared by various women in honour of International Women’s Day and Women’s History Month. I have also been carefully cobbling together stories but until I’m ready to post my first one, I wanted to share this amazing talk by the author Chimamanda Adichie.

The Danger of a Single Story

I am currently reading “Half of a Yellow Sun” after loving her book “The Thing Around Your Neck.” In this talk, she articulates her artistic process and about how others have continually tried to tell her who she “is” and what her process should be as a female Nigerian author.

Also, this short documentary (it’s worth the 9 minutes really!) from the devotionproject.org that a friend shared recently is wonderful.

Foremost in my Mind

Finally, I still have two books up for grabs by the lovely Jane Jeong Trenka! I believe in and love these books so much that I want to buy and ship them to you -so you’ll have a chance to experience her work too! Comment on a post or shoot me an e-mail ^^

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Tea, thoughts and a book give away!

Good morning world! I am slowly and carefully extracting myself from my warm and dreamy state with numerous cups of tea shipped over the pond by my dear Gran and Mum. I have been thinking about my project concerning women’s stories and the people I would like to highlight and I have started working on the portraits! About 30 women have graciously consented to take part in this project and my brain is buzzing with their stories, dreams, endeavours, activism and passion for everything under the sun.

I have sent a list of questions to these people and I thought I’d share them here as well. Not everyone needs to or will answer these questions. I am only sending them out in order that these amazing women can speak out in their own words if they so choose.

Questions:

-Have there been times in your life when you chose, or were forced to revise your ideas either about yourself or something in the world?

-Are there any changes of mind, policy or of a practical nature that you would like to see take place in your community or even globally?

Lastly, I want to announce a BOOK GIVE AWAY!!! One of the women I am going to write about is an incredible author and activist: Jane Jeong Trenka. Her books have changed my life therefore, I will buy and ship one of her books to the first three people that respond to this post. Please choose the book and tell me what interests you about it! Then send your address details to revisingvisions@gmail.com so I can tell the amazon bots where to send the book.

The Language of Blood: http://www.amazon.com/Language-Blood-Jane-Jeong-Trenka/dp/1555974260/ref=la_B001JSD3I8_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1362249620&sr=1-1

Fugitive Visions: http://www.amazon.com/Fugitive-Visions-Adoptees-Return-Graywolf/dp/1555975291/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1362249685&sr=1-3

Outsiders Within: http://www.amazon.com/Outsiders-Within-Writing-Transracial-Adoption/dp/0896087646/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1362249660&sr=1-1&keywords=outsiders+within

Happy Weekend to all.

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Vegan Week

Over the years I’ve revised my ideas about most things, often multiple times, and food is no exception. When I was maybe 5 or 6 I decided that I didn’t like red meat. And by red meat I meant steak and burgers. Lasagna, tacos and other foods graced by Big Bessy somehow still made the cut. Unless my memory fails, which is a distinct possibility, it all started during a backyard BBQ when I saw the burger patties being formed for the grill. Pink, squishy, bloody things and I was supposed to eat that? I had always been what I will generously call a “challenging” eater. Looking back, I’m not sure if I actually disliked the foods I refused to eat, or just revelled in the drama of it all. Once I wouldn’t eat my peas and my parents told me I was welcome to go ahead and eat the peas or sit at the table until they sprouted wings and took a kamikaze flight down my gullet.

I sat there all night.

So when I refused to eat a burger and my mum acknowledged that she was also not a big red meat eater, I was delighted by the adult acceptance of this refusal. This was not being picky. This was making an adult decision. And I stuck by this decision, into my twenties -loudly decrying “big hunks of bloody meat” and talking about meat and potato eaters like some musicians talk about jocks.

And in the summer of 2004 I moved to France. In France, to cook a steak you ceremonially circle the meat over the flames as a grandfatherly Turkish man swirls the tea leaves in your cup before reading your future. My largely fabricated notions of “red meat” and its dubious connection with jersey wearers was made submissive to the stronger need to be a polite guest and eat what I was given. I loved it.

Red Meat

You can almost smell the hemoglobin.

If France was a turning point in my approach to red meat then South Korea would change forever my intimate knowledge of what a squid looks and tastes like when it’s still moving on the plate set down in front of you. Or the even more challenging proposition of prying the twitching muscles of an octopuses suckers from a plastic plate and trying to not let it leave a hickey on the inside of my air passage way -thus rendering me incapacitated.

Crabs

King crabs pulled from the East Sea that morning.

Squid

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I have eaten more tentacles than my five year old brain could ever have imagined.

Since then I’ve developed a taste for almost any kind of fermented vegetable and even eaten horsemeat (at least I knew what I was eating and it was local: Mislabeled food, slavery and the food industry) while couchsurfing in a lovely town in Italy outside of Firenze.

So what possessed me to try going vegan for a week? Lactose intolerant friends and family, gained knowledge about the hellish feedlot factories, the pollution created from said feedlots, the obesity epidemic and other issues have led me to look into food choices that I once thought were crazy.

A goal I have for myself is to be mindful and intentional about the things I say and do however, I often do not apply this to what I purchase and what I put into my body. Every thing we consume in the US is a choice. The equivalent to a vote, a Facebook like, a request to produce more of the same. And I wasn’t sure what I was voting for was the kind of food I actually wanted playing a large role in my life.

What would it be like to cut out all animal products? How hard would it to find/prepare meals, how would I feel and what would I miss?

The first question turned out to be: ridiculously easy. Living in Chicago, there is a plethora of vegan options within walking distance, let alone a metro ride away. I didn’t feel as Tinkerbell light and bottled water commercial “pure” as I thought, but towards the end I did feel a difference in my body’s energy levels and digestion. Interestingly, I didn’t crave non-vegan foods as much as I thought I would. Eggs, meat and milk were barely missed at all but cheese and chocolate baked goods were on my mind frequently. The first non-vegan thing to touch my lips was an oreo stuffed brownie. I ate two bites and couldn’t finish it! Not being a quitter, I returned to the brownie later and dispatched it honourably.

Now that I’m “free” to eat whatever I like again, I still find myself gravitating towards certain vegan and vegetarian options. In rehashing our joint venture, my partner and I have decided to make our Wednesday cooking night vegan (as well as the whole day) and possibly start doing Meatless Monday with some of our other friends.

Throughout this mini-quest I was amazed at the amount of people that I once saw devour beef (because in Missouri, it’s What’s For Dinner) and other animal products, who have since become vegan, nearly vegan, vegetarian or pescetarian. I was made aware of considerable changes many people are making to their lives and it has only fuelled my interest in the topic.

It has been my observation that a majority of people, myself included, are wary of marked changes in their lives -in addition to lacking the diligence to implement the ones they want to embrace. Change is something we both fear and long for in the deepest place inside of ourselves.

Therefore, if the people around me around me are changing -I want to try to understand the why and the how of that transformation.

Here is a great website I found thanks to a book recommendation by a librarian friend. The author of “Veganomicon,” the ultimate vegan cookbook, Isa Chandra Moskowitz runs this site Post Punk Kitchen and I’m excited to make her pink, squishy, bloody-red beet burger. ^^

Quarter Pounder Beet Burger by IsaChandra

Quarter Pounder Beet Burger by IsaChandra

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Concepts and Current Issues

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The title of this post is the title of the Human Biology course I began in January. It seemed appropriate as it represents a current revision that I am undergoing, as well as revisions I am planning on making to this blog. This blog was originally about the major revisions of thought and belief that I underwent in my early twenties. However, such personal existential crises are easier for me to frame when I am living abroad -as I have done on and off for the past ten years. Since living in France, South Korea, the Netherlands and South Korea again, I have moved to Chicago and am settled here for now. More settled in spirit and body than I have been in a long time. In this great city I am pursuing Science in order to enter the field of health care and garner more empirical knowledge about the world, as well as get a “real” job (with benefits! gasp!) and build a career around one of my passions: women’s mental and physical health.

With this change in physical and head space, I have struggled to find the words and frame the stories in a way that seemed worthwhile to share. Therefore, if I cannot be in the world as I once was, I intend to bring the world to me the best I can. I plan on doing this with portraits of strong women who have also undergone striking revisions in their lives. Women who are truth tellers and justice seekers: those that are fighting to revise prejudices and accepted, though not necessarily accurate, histories.

These women are filled with visions: willing to learn, grow and change and asking others to consider changing themselves. For empowerment, love, and justice.

Tomorrow I begin a week of only eating vegan food and a meditation on what and who nourish my soul. Forward with the scientific method: observation and experimentation! >>>>>>>>>>>

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He says fate is not a factor…

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déménagement

Concise Oxford English Dictionary © 2008 Oxford University Press:
move/muːv/

▶verb

  • 1 go in a specified direction or manner.■ change the position or place of.■ (move up) adjust one’s position to be nearer to or make room for someone else.
  • 2 change one’s place of residence.■ (move in or out) start (or cease) living or working in a place.
  • 3 change or cause to change from one state, opinion, or activity to another.■ make progress: they are anxious to get things moving.
  • 4 take or cause to take action.
  • 5 arouse a strong feeling, especially of sorrow or sympathy, in (someone).
  • 6 (move in/within) be socially active in (a sphere) or among (a group).
  • 7 propose for discussion and resolution at a meeting or legislative assembly.
  • 8 (with reference to the bowels) empty or be emptied.

– phrases
get a move on informal hurry up.
make a move

  • 1 take action.
  • 2 Brit. leave somewhere.

make a move on (or put the moves on) informal make a proposition of a sexual nature to.

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Moving: it is all these things and more. For me now, on the eve of my déménagement to Chicago, it is terror. It is excitement. It is the unknown. In some ways I feel that this sensation should be lessened as, after five years, I am moving back to the country of my birth. So far it has only served to intensify things. So much more significance has been placed on this move.

  • Now you’ll settle down and figure out what you’re going to ‘do’ with your life.
  • Now you need to pick sides concerning religion and politics.
  • Now you’ll think about finding a husband.
  • Now you need to make money.
  • Now you’ve returned.

 

“Longing for Heaven”
“Marriage Better Than Ever”

Have I returned? Am I “making progress?” Am I being “socially active” within a new group of old friends? Back because I was “moved” by struggles of family members I dearly love? Can I “move up” in a world of stressful careers that I dread and feel completely unprepared for?

Whatever this is, the definition that screams loudest in my head is: GET. A. MOVE. ON. which for the moment I am choosing to interpret as: DANCE. YOUR. ASS. OFF.

“Human nature will not flourish, any more than a potato, if it be planted and replanted, for too long a series of generations, in the same worn-out soil. My children have had other birthplaces, and, so far as their fortunes may be within my control, shall strike their roots into unaccustomed earth.” Nathaniel Hawthorne

in Hue, Vietnam only last month…

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It is chilling how widespread and international these violations of women’s and children’s rights are…

National Post | News

The 4,500-square-foot vault is a temperature-controlled former television studio, maintained at a precise 18 C with a relative humidity of 30%. The shelved boxes — all 23,000 of them — are made of acid-free cardboard and contain information that dates at least as early as 1792.

These glassed-in premises on the main floor of a Toronto office tower are ground zero for what is believed to be Canada’s first major probe into allegations that women were coerced or forced into surrendering their children for adoption decades ago because they were not married.

Four archivists and one researcher, the latter hired especially to help with the massive undertaking, will spend the next several months systematically parsing the archives at the United Church of Canada — one of three churches that has announced an internal review of its maternity homes since the National Post last month launched an investigation into coerced adoptions…

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