A Little Bit of Column A, a Little Bit of Column B

I'm sorry that I haven't been posting as regularly as I was at the beginning of the year - grad school is slowly but surely going to kill me. Today is a prime example. On one hand, I got a great deal of stuff done (for school and other things). I went to Staples to get supplies, got some pants hemmed, printed out articles at the computer lab, and returned library books before I lost track of them and/ or started accruing the exorbitant fines (fifty cents a day) on them.

On the other hand, I have the deep and sinking suspicion that one of the dissertations in my TBR pile is very similar to what I was planning to do for my research and dissertation. While this may not completely nix my dissertation (and the year and a half of research and reading I have been doing in preparation for it), I am more than a little freaked out and just want to curl up in the fetal position.

"Navy Barbie" by Lyn Lifshin

March, as my local bookstore display likes reminding me, is Women's History month. I initially toyed with doing weekly blogs about this, but I never got around to it. In an odd and ironic coincidence, this month also marks Barbie's 50th anniversary.

While Barbie has been the subject of many a debate, for better or worse, she is an indelible part of American culture. She has an entire empire (dolls, toys, videos, etc). Unsurprisingly, there have also been numerous parodies, books, and poems about her in popular culture. One of my favorite poems is Lyn Lifshin's "Navy Barbie" from the book Cold Comfort.

The poem brings up some very interesting ideas regarding Barbie's image and the issues surrounding it. Besides addressing the concept that, behind the big breasts and the glamorous wardrobe, Barbie is more than just a pretty face, it also forces the question of the accoutraments that make Barbie who she is. When I was younger, I was a huge fan of Barbie and all of her accessories (car, clothes, shoes, Dream House, etc.). However, Lifshin notes that these things are certainly not as great as they may seem: the clothes are uncomfortable, and when it all comes down to it, Barbie dresses up not for her enjoyment but for the enjoyment of others.

For all of the problems and questions that Barbie brings up, I still prefer her to the Bratz dolls and to Bella from Twilight. At least Barbie eventually pursued hobbies and careers beyond mooning over the undead and cooking dinner. Happy 50th Barbie - may the Botox be with you!

Spring Break: Grad School Style

Sadly (for me) I only have a few more days of spring break left. However, looking back on my week, it really hasn't been all that different from my usual routine. Here's a (very boring) overview:

• Monday: Yay - no 8:00 am meetings! Except, I have an 8:00 am grading session. Plus it's snowing. After grading exam essays, my grading partner and I critique each other's writing for an hour. Good times.
• Tuesday: Work at the non-university job. The hours are flexible and the boss is fantastic, so I can't complain too much. I have dinner at the Roadhouse, eat a facsimile of southern food (pretty good onion rings and mashed potatoes, okay chicken-fried steak), and talk with a lovely couple at the next table.
• Wednesday: Run errands; it is as much fun as it sounds. Get accosted at the mall by a lady selling flat irons. Eat substandard delivery food.
• Thursday, part I: Go to Cambridge for more errands. Eat at a Brazilian barbecue restaurant (pretty good - lots of meat). Take the wrong bus and get momentarily lost. Went home, did laundry.
• Thursday, part II: Fire alarm starts going off at 7:30 pm. Wait outside for 20 minutes for the firemen and police officer to determine that it was a false alarm. Go back inside and finish writing blog.
  

Beyond the false alarm, it has been a pretty quiet week. I wish I had been more productive in my school-related work, but I still have until Monday to produce something worthwhile. Wish me luck!

Review: The Secret Lives of Great Artists

Try as I might, I've never fully developed a great appreciation or understanding of art. Like opera, it is something that I admire but cannot fully comprehend. I know very little about artists beyond the usual stories (such as Vincent van Gogh and his ear). Consequently, when Quirk Books published The Secret Lives of Great Artists, I was very intrigued. After thoroughly enjoying The Secret Lives of Great Authors, I thought that this might serve as a good introduction to the lives of artists.

The Secret Lives of Great Artists is by Elizabeth Lunday, who also writes about art in Mental Floss magazine. While it has a great deal of provocative facts and stories about artists such as Johannes Vermeer, Edward Hopper, and Georgia O'Keefe, the book didn't hold my attention, and I found myself skipping around and reading the book piecemeal. Besides the more tantalizing bits of information (such as O'Keefe's tendency to paint in the nude), Lunday also includes a brief overview of the artists' biography and discusses their important works.

Like The Secret Lives of Great Authors, this book's format mimics tabloids and contains pictures of the artists. However, the book does not include pictures of the art work Lunday discusses. While this may not be a problem for people who are familiar with art, the average reader may not be able to vividly recall Durer's "Knight, Death, and the Devil." Even pieces that are part of the cultural lexicon, such as "The Arnolfini Portrait" (which has been featured in the credits of both Growing Pains and Desperate Housewives) are not usually known by their formal names, putting the art neophyte at a distinct disadvantage when reading this book. Although the book's website tries to provide pictures of the pieces along with some brief analysis and information, it is not particularly convenient to read in front of the computer so that you can reference a given piece of art. Furthermore, many of the links don't work, leaving the reader to the mercy of Google Images.

All in all, this book is interesting and could give you enough info to help get you through a cocktail party or two. However, the lack of actual artwork in the book and the plethora of broken links on the website make it a somewhat user-unfriendly reference for those looking for an introduction to great art and the people who created it.

RIP Rocky Mountain News

On Friday, the Rocky Mountain News published its last edition. While I've never lived in Colorado, the Rocky Mountain News first caught my attention when I saw a photo essay in Time entitled "Honor After the Fall," which was based on the work of two of the Rocky Mountain News's reporters. In its almost 155 years of publication, the Rocky Mountain News has won numerous awards, including several Pulitzer Prizes. It has covered stories ranging from last year's Democratic National Convention to the Columbine shootings to Jim Sheeler's "Final Salute," which remains one of the most powerful pieces of journalism that I have ever read.

RIP Rocky Mountain News - the journalistic world is a little darker without you in it.

Dr. Hibbert, C'est Moi

I'm sorry that I have been recently MIA. My work on my dissertation has started to pick up (again), so I've been reading research and working on my interview questions. Today I had a small interview/ focus group session, and as I was transcribing the tapes, I realized that I laugh. A lot. I make Dr. Hibbert from The Simpsons sound downright dour. While the session went well, I have learned that I need to curb my laughter to help my interview technique (and to keep me [or whoever I hire to do all of my transcribing] sane).

Sweet, But Not in a Cloying Way...

It has been a rough week. Between teaching and my dissertation (which is slowly but surely killing me), I've been feeling a little worn-down. However, on the Smart Bitches, Trashy Books site, their featured video for this Friday happens to be for "Pot Belly" from South Africa's Freshlyground. It is perhaps one of the sweetest love songs I've heard in a long time. Also, the video is adorable (but not in a saccharine/ Lisa Frank way).



What I really like about the video is the genuine emotion the two actors display. From the little dance the woman does when she gets the flowers to the guy's facial expression as he is trying on the shirt, it seems so genuine in regards to the emotions that people have during the first phases of a flirtation/ crush. I also love the ending, which illustrates the idea that, in order for a relationship to work, you have to accept that you can't force another person to conform to your preferences. Instead, each person must make the personal decision to participate in the true give and take that comes with a relationship.

Finally, on a more shallow note, kudos to the director, who managed to combine green and red without making it look like a Christmas display exploded.