So there’s not a lot going on on this blog…but for the next two days I’m at some sort of diversity, racism workshop which should be very interesting.
More exciting news… Kalyani Magazine has had our first online interview! Check it out!
So there’s not a lot going on on this blog…but for the next two days I’m at some sort of diversity, racism workshop which should be very interesting.
More exciting news… Kalyani Magazine has had our first online interview! Check it out!
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The sparrow that thinks it’s a hawk is
going to get nuzzled by a hawk until
the hawk eats it.
But who the fuck cares since that sparrow was a HAWK while it lived!
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This is a request for stories from you guys… how do you celebrate Divali, what do you call it, and what is the story of it’s meaning for you?
We all know that Hinduism is sort of messed up to explain because everyone believes 1000 different things for the same festivals. I’ve been tasked to write up the story of Divali for my nieces so we can read it during Divali. An appropriate task since my first step was to look it up on Wikipedia. Well, of course, Wikipedia lists a lot of different things including that it is actually 5 or 6 days (I had no idea!)
In my South Indian family, Divali consists of wearing new clothes, and possibly eating dinner with family on the weekend closest to Divali. Not any special dinner…but just getting together. Also lighting sparklers and waving them around in the backyard. Also, about 10 years ago my parents put up lights one year for Christmas around the outside of the house and never took it down, so we started turning them on for Divali too. Not sure the status of said lights at the moment.
Reading below, this might mean that we celebrate Divali the day before my North Indian friends do? That explains why “Happy Divali” seems to be the greeting over several days.
Out of the Wikipedia items below, my mom says we believe the “Narakasura” story… but even that seems subdivided into options.
Also it said Divali is 5 or 6 days long and here is the significance of each day:
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I’ve joined a group of people on Facebook (and here) who are committed to writing something…anything…no matter how short… once a day. You guys should all join too! I won’t always post it depending on what I write, but if you want you can add yours to the comments.
His muscles ripple from finger tip to finger tip
like a sound wave passes through his body
home sunk, possessions destroyed
it don’t matter when it’s Jackson Five
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After the successful launch of Kalyani Magazine, I was asked if I wanted to be a part of a project called “Today’s revolutionary women of color” by Claudia Hernandez. Here’s her project summary:
I seek to curate a photography exhibit for the young girls in my community. It is my objective to photograph STRONG / SUCCESSFUL / REVOLUTIONARY women who will inspire these young girls to follow their dreams and to become who they want to be. I want young girls to learn how to recognize and overcome oppression whether it comes from government institutions, family members, or friends. My desire is to raise awareness by planting the seeds of empowerment in the minds of young girls.
Her video on indiegogo is great. You can check out information here, and if you wanted you can contribute (indiegogo is like Kickstarter by the way):
You can also see some of her videos she has already taken here: http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/258398?c=gallery
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My niece loves to dance in her dress. In fact, apparently now she will ONLY dance in her dress. So I made her a tutu! It was surprisingly easy, and because apparently she loves things that glitters I bought some fake glittery jewels and glued them all over (I don’t think you can see the ones near the bottom which are tiny swavorski crystals)
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Here’s an interesting one, and one many of us can relate to. Ugh just getting myself to get to my kitchen to spread peanut butter on toast was hard when I was unemployed. But true to myself, now that I’m working I’ve also started a literary magazine, volunteer at my meditation centre, and volunteer at a legal services centre. And I may not exercise much but when I do I try to make it count! Sort of.
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Today marks one week since I decided to become a vegetarian – again. For those of you who don’t know, I was a lacto-ovo vegetarian for about half my life, from 13 to 28. The switch to eating meat was a fairly gradual one, started by the clichéd villain: bacon. I’ve tried all kinds of ways to switch back but nothing has stuck yet. This time I’m focusing on the compassionate to animals, rather than the judging me approach, but who knows.
The funny thing is, I should love being a vegetarian for a very simple reason. If we compare restaurants to stores, then a vegetarian in a restaurant is like going to a grocery store in Canada (well 10 years ago) and when you’re an omnivore then it’s like going to Target in the mid-West.
I remember well the first time I went to a Target. It was probably about ten years ago, my mom and I went to Michigan to visit my cousin who was working on her PhD there. We were overwhelmed by 15 different kinds of laundry detergent, 20 types of “cola beverages” and 50 kinds of toothpicks. I suffered from such choice paralyzation, preventing me from getting anything at all. That’s how a lot of my first experiences shopping in Easton, Ohio were too where not only were there 20 types of “cola beverages”, they were all 8 litres and came with mandatory two-for-one deals.
Anyway, as I’ve told many of you, and many others know this yourselves, when you’re a vegetarian for a long time your brain skips over all non-veg items on a menu. It’s like reading a menu written mostly in Greek. So instead of reading:
steak, mushroom risotto, tuna, burger
I would see:
??????, mushroom risotto, ????, ??????
“Mushroom risotto, I declare!” and I would happily shut the menu and start chatting away (is this why I talk so much at restaurants?)
But now that I had been eating meat again, trying to cut it out this time I actually see “steak, mushroom risotto, tuna, burger” forcing me to reluctantly order the mushroom risotto because it’s the only vegetarian item, instead of choosing it because my eyes glazed right over diamond heart club.
Given my Target story, you would think I would be happier this way. When I was eating meat it was like constantly having to choose from 6000 types of socks at Target, and now it’s like someone’s saying to me “do you want the dress socks? or the casual socks?” So much less pressure! And yet, I suppose out of the corner of my eye, while I’m paying for my casual socks and feeling infinitely superior than the people wasting their time on the wall of socks, I spot a super cute polka-dotted pair of fishnets that are just so tempting……
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So I am totally aware that by posting this on my blog, Melissa and Doug are going to steal it and sell it for $40, but it’s so exciting! My niece is turning 3 at the end of the month and I wanted to make her a dress-up bag. After a lengthy happy hour discussion with Rebecca and Susannah we decided it would be cool to get her a hat and then make different velcro things she can stick onto the hat, giving her a new hat every day! I found this 1920′s vintage pattern on Etsy for this simple felt “cloche” hat and then put three pieces of velcro on it. Then I bought a whole bunch of knickknacks (mostly hair accessories and jewellery) from the cheap Chinese store down the street and glued velcro to each of them. Now she can pick what accessorizes her hat when she plays dress-up!
So instead of the flower, the star, or the little circle thing on the other side that you can’t really see, she can use any of these:
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This is a few weeks old but had been sitting in my inbox for a bit. It’s stats on workplace injuries in the US!
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