Wednesday, August 28, 2013

"A Handkerchief Dripping With..."

To start, I am not naturally inclined toward  poetry. It's not that I don't think it's valid or beautiful or interesting, I just usually... miss the point. I read a poem or a sonnet and think, "Oh how wonderful, he's being totally serious about how much he loves this girl and how she looks like a blossoming flower." Only to find out that it's all tongue in cheek and about child rape and I've missed the whole point of that poet's existence. I tend to take everything in poetry at face value, which is kind of the opposite of the point. 

I do, however, enjoy Sappho. Her poems were written before women could write, and they are so incomplete that I feel like I have a right to make up my own meaning and miss the point entirely because I have only been given one word per line.  I don't know if I adore them because of the way their written, or because of the beautiful fragmentation of the work. The one-liners that have been preserved are extraordinary. If I could evoke that many emotions with just four words, not even a full sentence, I would feel like I accomplished something. 

I mean, "A handkerchief dripping with..." 
That's been echoing in my mind for two days. 

Another of hers that I particularly love is, "I don't know which way I'm running, My mind is part this way, part that..." She just proves that women have been contradicting themselves for thousands of years! 

Her writing (since it wasn't exactly important or preserved, as it was done by a woman and was not about God and country) has been salvaged in a very broken, lost form and has been published as "fragments", which are wildly nondescript and incomplete but somehow still so beautiful. As an author of desire, her texts (and the lack thereof) leave you wanting. It's an ironic form of art. The original Greek has been translated and translated again, and I prefer some translations over others, but the mystery that envelopes this woman's life and the depth of her loves is something that clings to each and every word, no matter how it is translated. 

"Beauty is for the eyes and fades in a while,
But goodness is a beauty that lasts forever..."

And also, I'm back to school which means an oath: To Be a Better Blogger.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

A weekend alone with me

A whole weekend by myself...that's a dangerous thing. So this is what I made, while of course, watching a lot of this: 
You can find that pattern I copied at this website

And for this one, here

And this (the easiest by far!) on this blog

Or, of course, you can check out all of these things and some of my other time wasting crafts on my Pinterest account

Wednesday, August 14, 2013


This post is almost unspeakably long overdue. I went to Australia over a year ago, and although this puts things quite a bit out of order, I can't overlook that trip because it was just so wonderful, it has to be included here! I went (courtesy of multiple benefactors) with my parents for their 25th anniversary in June, 2012. My father lived in Australia when he was nineteen until he was twenty one, and although he has always wished for an opportunity to go back, has never received one until now.

I may have dampened their romantic anniversary by...well...being there, but I couldn't have asked for a more special time to have spent with my parents.

Australia was, I imagined, a country of loud personalities and fried foods and people on nude beaches around every corner. I pictured lots of snake skin and khaki and cowboy hats. Basically, like, 22,906,400 people who looked and acted like Steve Irwin.

I realize that my preconceived ideas were wildly and inappropriately stereotypical and probably, somehow, racist, but one can't help one's subconscious ideas. Anyway, Australians may be that way in the summer, but we went in basically the dead of winter where no was went to a nude anything and I saw more parkas than park ranger outfits.

We spent the first week in Sydney, where my dad used to live. He doesn't know anyone anymore (it has been more than 25 years since he was there) but he did know his way around pretty well. Sydney was very different from what I expected; I was mostly impressed with the vastness of the city. It spread all along the harbor, across the Harbor bridge (the one we are in front of above [AKA the "coathanger"]) and to the other side of the water. It seems endlessly long, though it isn't very wide in depth--most of the structures are very near the water. It was a unique, huge city. Everything was very modern and somehow, cutting edge or new age, you could say. It threw me for a loop, somehow I didn't think of Sydney as one of the fastest progressing cities in the world, but in my experience--it is. That could be (in part, sorry I'm being racist again) because of all the Asian people that live there. I swear, I actually felt like I was in China more than Australia most of the time we spent downtown. There was a huge Chinatown that we explored one day, but the Chinese ethnic influence is almost overwhelming in Sydney, which is something I had no idea about previous to visiting there. While in Sydney we wandered around a lot, awestruck, went to a symphony (that's right, in the opera house), attended a museum and played giant chess, met a hairless Egyptian cat, fed wild Ibis on the street and walked through miles of gorgeous gardens. It was a lovely (wet [it rained basically every day]) time for us.

We spent the second week in Brisbane, where we had a most exciting week with a dear family who was putting us up. Brisbane was warmer (thank heaven) and more adventurous: probably because we had our own local tour guides who were willing to tote us around. We went to a legit Aussie Rules footy game, we took a ferry out to Stradbroke Island, we cuddled a koala and kissed a kangaroo, we watched whales in the ocean right behind us in this picture. Whales, I tell you! The wildlife that we experienced in Brisbane was beyond amazing, between the zoo/koala habitat, the crazy Carter family's backyard, and the random kangaroos crossing the street, I felt more "in-nature" than I ever have camping.

Anyway, here is your picture, word, and experience:

Okay okay I know I choose weird pictures for this over-all descriptive thing, but I can't help but think of Australia in its entirety when I look at this picture of me on a pole. Firstly, we spent so much time waiting for this train every morning. It took us into the city since we were staying at a beautiful house in the suburbs, and it was about a forty five minute ride every morning and then on the way back, too. We all read our books (I think I read eight books on my trips this summer) and were just glad to be in the heat. Which, yes, reminds me of the other reason I love this picture: look at how ridiculous I am dressed. In my head while I was packing for a 5-week long summer vacation to exotic places, I thought, "Oh, Australia! Maybe I will pack one jacket and then nothing but summery tank tops and bikinis." Big mistake. So basically every day I wore every piece of clothing I had, just in layers. We had to buy some sweaters and things (from Cotton On, I kid you not) and I wore thermals and two pairs of socks. I was a fool, but look at how much fun I am having despite the weather, the bad wardrobe, and the waiting. Australia was just a whole lot of fun, and that's how I always want to remember it.

Sigh, now the word. This is SO DIFFICULT, why did I ever start this pattern. My word for Australia would have to be "Ripper". Seriously. It basically means "great", which is not a strong adjective in itself but really it all comes together because of why I chose it. So much of what defines this country is the people. They are laid back, helpful, very kind and friendly to everyone. Their slang and accent are a piece of a culture that they take pride in. There's a competition between areas of the country, they're concerned about the environment, they enjoy a good beer on a Friday and overall, they are unique and don't really give a dunny what other people think. I loved hearing people use words I'd never heard before--it made everything else just seem to belong to them, like they owned a ripper country that I could never understand.

Everything I write feels like a tangent. Okay, the experience. Again, it's hard to pick just one thing that really sums up the whole trip, but I would have to say that the trip to Straddie was my favorite part. There was a moment as I was sitting on a rock, looking out on the blue blue ocean. I was thinking how vast everything was, and how little I had touched of it. I was squinting out into the blue to see whales, a new thing for me, and I saw them flipping in and out of the water and splashing right near this little boat and I thought, "Why do they do that?" It looked like such a manifestation of freedom,  a celebration of grandeur that only whales could communicate and understand. Even though that little boat was in his ocean, the whale was declaring that there was enough room for the both of them. Watching whales was so amazing, it is something that I have always wanted to do. The Carters took us there and we had such fun, it must be amazing to live so closely among these miracles of nature.

That's me with Utopia the koala.
If you ever go to Australia, pretend you've had Vegemite so they don't force feed you (it's really salty, just say that). Also, bring your own S'mores ingredients. Watch out on the roads for a) cars in the wrong lane and b) crossing marsupials. Bring an umbrella and you'll have a Sweet As time.