Thursday, June 11, 2009

Hunger Eats At Me

Lately I have been feeling less than inspired about the food I'm eating. It has been less about enjoying what I'm eating and more I just need to meet this basic requirement and get rid of the pangs. Although it may seem contrary to say so, my lack of enthusiasm is not to be confused with laziness. Except for the occasional meal out, I do cook for myself more or less from scratch minimizing pre-fab (take that Sandra Lee) and maximizing the fresh. BUT It seems there is a lack of fresh going on in the (affordable) culinary world!

Does it strike anyone else as strange that the more actual food that fills our cabinets and refrigerators and the fewer the preservatives, chemicals, and dyes, the more expensive? Yes, I understand the basic laws of supply and demand, and make it cheaper, sell more.. and so on and so forth. But is it too much to ask for Vlasic to remove yellow 3 from their product? I'd still buy it if it looked a little less vivid in the jar. Is it too much to ask for fewer chemicals and more food? I think not.

Last night, my stomach just was not having any of this nonsense. I needed something fresh, something real. Last night's dinner:

  • Salad: head of romaine, mixed greens (avoid bagged salad), cucumber, carrot, red onion, green pepper, Chickpeas (rinsed), Naturally Fresh Ginger Dressing
  • Pineapple: Freshly cut by myself, surprisingly easy to do.
  • Cantaloupe: Also freshly cut by myself.
  • Baked sweet potato: Add a little bit of cinnamon, it's very good for you.
  • Toast: My favorite food. Sourdough french baguette toast.
And there you have it. Fresh and satisfying. I felt a lot less disgusting about this selection than I did after a recent burger and fries I had out.

In light of this post, this Saturday, I foresee a trip to the local farmer's market. Yes, I will have to sacrifice my Saturday morning sleep in, but it's all for the greater good. Be a trooper go see your local farmers this weekend too. That Taco Bell might seem like a good idea now, but after you eat it, you'll realize once again, that is a terrible idea. I know I always do.

Happy eating! Demand fresh.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Where Have All the Classics Gone?



Perhaps the title of this post is slightly misleading as our Classic Literature has gone nowhere, but my question is what will be the classic books of our generation - let's call it the 90s (I started reading in the early 90s) to present day?

Will the books everyone reads in high school (Frankenstein, Catcher in the Rye, Wuthering Heights, Tess of the D'Urbervilles, The Scarlet Letter, When Things Fall Apart, To Kill a Mockingbird, Their Eyes Were Watching God, Brave New World, 1984, The Great Gatsby to name a few) and college (most of my college experience has been East Asian Classics, so that doesn't count for this post, more on that later) sustain the generations to come?This is not to say that this selection, is not fully capable and up to the task, but what about representation?

Sure, these novels represent timeless themes, but is it too much to question whether contemporary literature can compare? Or will our "classics" only represent our love affair with the likes of such TV classics as "Dancing with the Stars" and "The Real Housewives of ______"? And why are the the first three authors that come to mind as "popular authors" Stephanie Meyer (Twilight), J.K. Rowling (H.P.), and Nora Roberts? But hey, anything that gets people reading right..... right?

I'm sure this topic has been blogged all across the "Inter Webs" -- I guess now it's my turn. The catalyst for my query is my current New York Times Bestselling selection: Running With Scissors by Augusten Burroughs (I know my response is only off by three or so years, but, I just got around to seeing what all the hype was about).

My first response, however curt it may seem, is: okay. I only wish I had a better word. But it is what it is, just... okay. The back cover, as many books do, records snippets of "praise" for the book from various popular book review sources, and for the most part I agree with what said reviews assert, however, I'm not so willing to call it "praise." Rather than praise, it is simply fact. Agreed, this book does "promote visceral responses" (New York Times Book Reviews) but in the case of Running with Scissors, in many instances, it is just plain gross. Funny, sure, that is appropriate as well -- but in a way that makes you feel sick for laughing. Unbelievable, most certainly, and that makes for a nice story too. But literature? Does it have some underlying message... some deep social commentary... I haven't found it yet. The most pertinent "social commentary" with regards to Running with Scissors is that the phrase "what goes on behind closed doors" falls extremely short of actually conveying what went on behind those closed doors.

Do I recommend it? Sure, if you want to be grossed out and you're not at all easily offended. I had no idea what this book was about when I purchased it.. I just knew it was a popular read and I judged a book by its cover. Despite its intensity, it is a funny book (if you're willing to accept that you can hardly not laugh at bathroom humor), and Burroughs is a very talented writer.

I think it was Andy Warhol who said something along the lines of "Pornography is the highest form of art." This book is nothing short of pornographic and certainly does demand a vocalized "Oh my goodness" and even at times a physical retching, and in this way, is most certainly art.

Note: Don't expect it to change your life and don't expect to see it on your child's required summer reading list, I hope, any time soon. I probably would not even venture as far as to discuss it over meatloaf at the dinner table. But like all things, there must be change. Perhaps this is just a new branch in the evolutionary tree of literature -- Shock Literature! See Palahniuk and Sedaris.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Ghandi Does It Again!



And yet again, Mohandas K. Gandhi posthumously provides inspiration to another soul.

Today marks both the 30th day from my graduation from the University of Georgia with an A.B. in Chinese Language and Literature as well as day one of my connection to the world of blog. Forgive me if my blog lacks the finesse of a the more seasoned blogging masses.

Gandhi is one man with whom I have been genuinely fascinated for about a year, compliments of Dr. Sita Raman, and whose idea now serves as the title and the basis for my blog.

Satyagraha: Insistence upon truth, steadfast gripping to truth (Brown 76).

As this is my first post, I feel that it must be accompanied by a note on the intentions of this blog:

Note: As I embark upon a possible future career in Advertising/Marketing/Copy Writing etc., I feel it is imperative that I stretch my creative writing muscles, which have been severely atrophied due to a four year flood of analytical/scholarly writing assignments. The creative implement, herein referred to as THE BLOG, will provide such necessary therapy to the atrophied region. At no time shall THE BLOG stray from a steadfast gripping to the truth, while it may, on occasion, when deemed necessary by the writer, herein referred to as me, emily brown (lower case because it looks nicer and less oppressive), wander into completely silly and/or quasi-professional topics for discussion.

I keep this caution from Gandhi from his An Autobiography: The Story of My Experiments with Truth. in mind as I close my first post:

"I now realize that a public worker should not make statements of which he has not made sure. Above all, a votary of truth must exercise the greatest caution. To allow a man to believe a thing which one has not fully verified is to compromise truth."(298)

Works cited

Brown, Joe David and the Editors of LIFE, LIFE World Library:India. New York: TIME Incorporated. 1961.

Gandhi, Mohandas K. An Autobiography: The Story of My Experiments with Truth.Boston: Beacon, 1927