30 June 2008

Homemaker Weekend

This weekend was all about sewing and cooking. I've had quite a few sewing projects on the back burner lately and finally got started on them. There are a few left to do, but they'll have to wait until I get a new needle for my sewing machine and another few free hours. One big triumph (I hope) was making curtains for the first time. The fabric has been here for a few months, but the final idea didn't finish brewing until last week when I read a blog post (somewhere) that included the idea of using curtain rings. So on Saturday night I set to work. The first challenge was cutting a square piece of material. A quilting ruler helped, but later on, it became quite clear that my straight edges were not quite straight. I'm also unsure how to sew straight lines as my lovely old sewing machine does not have guidelines like I'm used to. However, here is the result of my labor.



Today, I'm going to see about getting a curtain rod and we'll see if they pass the hang test.

I also made a couple of new covers for my cherry pit pillow. For those of you unfamiliar with cherry pit pillows, after reading a description, you're going to want one. It's basically a pillow case filled with cherry pits. Not exciting yet, I know. However, you can pop it in the microwave for a couple minutes and it gets toasty toasty warm. Perfect for warming up your feet on chilly winter nights! These were made with material in my little stash, some of it gift material.



Unfortunately, the pictures are quite dark. My fault. Will have to turn on the light next time. The third project was a knitting needle case. It turned out well despite breaking the sewing needle. The only disappointment was that the measurements given were a bit short for my knitting needles which are, like the sewing machine, mostly inherited from oma. No pictures of that one - yet!

23 June 2008

Bicycles in the Netherlands



Someone sent me a link to a highly amusing site with pictures of cyclists in Amsterdam. The pictuers were all taken in one 73 minute period of time and are complete with commentary. It's very interesting. Of course, I went looking for a picture of my bicycle to post here, but this is as close as I got.

Looking at the pictures and reading the comments (especially the feedback at the bottom of the page) got me thinking about how biking has become so extremely normal to me since moving here. Four years ago, a 5km bike ride seemed like an undertaking. Now, it seems ridiculous that I would drive that distance. Bicycles are just everyday transportation here. They're valuable but not special. Maybe like a mailbox at the end of your driveway in the States. It's not really worth a lot of money to you, but if it's gone, life is not good. In fact, given the reactions that a lot of my friends have had to a mailbox at the end of the driveway, that photo essay might make an interesting compliment to this one.

Finally, my word about the helmets. Unlike in the US, bicycles are the primary form of transportation here. Cars are secondary. Bicycles rule the road. They usually have their own lanes (with medians in many cases), for one thing. Most drivers are bicycle riders first, so there's a lot more respect and awareness there. Also, when you take your driving lessons, you're taught to always look for bicycles. This includes looking over your right shoulder before making a right-hand turn. In my four years here, I've only heard of two serious biking accidents. As far as I can tell, while both resulted in fairly bad injuries (broken shoulders, jaws, collar bones), both victims were (1) back on their bicycles soon after and (2) possibly trying to escape grueling road races. The second part of that theory is (1) yet to be confirmed and (2) certain to get me in loads of trouble!!!
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Maastricht, Workshops, and Stuff...

Earlier this month, I spent a week in Maastricht attending a Global and Cross-Cultural Management Workshop for my PhD research. It was a super intensive course, but informative and, to my surprise, a lot of fun. My academic background is happily humanities-based, so my recent foray into management has been stimulating. Had you told me four years ago that I'd end up teaching and researching management stuff, well, we'd have had a good laugh.

Which is not to say that I don't have my issues with management theory, cross-cultural research, whatever you want to call it as I'm not quite sure yet. A lot of my suspicion is instinctual, though. It's the same feeling you get when you walk into a party and figure it's just not going to be the place to you. Something about the way it looks, tastes, and feels just doesn't seem right. However, like most parties, if you stick around long enough, keep an open mind, and talk to enough people, eventually you have to admit that you were at least a little bit wrong. Certainly, last week gave me plenty of reason to admit that I've been wrong about some aspects of cross-cultural management. The other folks attending the workshop were wonderful to meet, get to know, and even have visit. Hopefully we'll stay in touch (if any of you ever read this)!

Unfortunately, my five night stay in the Netherlands' most southerly city did not allow much (any) time for sight-seeing. We went for a walk one day after the course, but we were far too busy to really see the town. I did discover a nice apartment to stay at, though, that was right in the center, quiet, clean, and comfy. So, I'll pass that along and hope that my travels take me back to Maastricht some time when I'll have more time to look around!

19 June 2008

Sweaty Mouse



Someone who's obviously not too concerned about my blood pressure sent me a link to this video. It's the Damino del Rey in Spain and beautiful. The video starts off harmless enough, but you're in for a serious treat. See if you can spot the one guy I would describe as sensible. Going to go wash off my sweaty palms and mouse now.

04 June 2008

Grotesque


In an earlier post, I mentioned that Grotesque was on a fantasy reading list related to sleeping beauty. Due to availability, I ended up reading the list in reverse order, so Grotesque was first on the list instead of last. For those of you who have read Kirino's Out, this second translated novel will be a bit of a disappointment, however it was still an enjoyable read. The disappointment wasn't comparable, for example, to the disappointment of reading Donna Tartt's The Little Friend after loving The Secret History.

On the surface, Grotesque is the story of how two young Japanese students from an elite high school both end up working as prostitutes and dying similarly gruesome deaths. However, Kirino tells a more complex tale of how jealousy and hubris twist the way different characters see themselves and the world around them. Kirino effectively accomplishes this by allowing several characters to speak in the form of letters, court transcripts, and diaries as well as through first person narrative. What emerges is a series of sad stories in which nearly every character is the victim of their own illusions.

The central character is Yuriko, a beautiful girl and skilled seductress from a young age. She becomes a prostitutes and is the first murder victim. Her sister, who is never named, is the main narrator throughout the novel. When she steps aside, it is only to give the reader glimpses into documents written by or describing other characters. The sister suffers from tremendous jealousy of Yuriko and develops a talent for maliciousness and misinterpretation from a young age. Yuriko, in contrast, seems to be an honest observer. She is keenly aware of how she is perceived, both at the height of her beauty and attractiveness and as she ages into an overweight, garishly painted, unwanted streetwalker.

From this reader's point of view, one of the most redeeming features of this book is the fact that Kirino takes on so many different voices and view points in telling the story. Most of the narrators, including the anorexic classmate, tell colored tales designed to put themselves in the best light while more or less trashing everyone else around them. With the exception of Yuriko, no one takes responsibility for the path their life takes, preferring instead to blame any person or circumstance they can think of. There is predictably irony in the fact that the virgin (the unnamed sister) is untrustworthy while the whore (Yuriko) seems to tell an honest story. In the end, however, this is less the story of two murdered prostitutes than a story of how our own warped self-images can shape our lives.

May Reading

May was a slow month for reading, but here's what I managed:

Orhan Pamuk, Snow
Natsuo Kirino, Grotesque
Gabriel GarcĂ­a Marquez, Memories of my Melancholy Whores

I had relatively high hopes for all three books, but wasn't as impressed as I hoped to be. Snow turned out to be not much different for me than Pamuk's The New Life, which I found to be interesting, but slow. With Snow, I had the same impression. It was a good book, well written, with a lot of depth in literary terms, but I had a hard time enjoying it as a good read. Lucky for me, the month only got better in terms of reading... but I'll save those for another time.
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