At Home: A Short History of Private Life. ISBN: 9780767919388 (ARC - published October 5, 2010).
There was another chapter earlier in this book that discussed why salt and pepper, of all the spices, were the ones we kept on our tables. The answer is pretty simple: they're the spices that displayed wealth in the old days Why we still keep those two instead of others is probably a different question, and not one that Bryson seems to have answered. If he did, I was distracted by all the other fascinating details and information he was cramming into this book (in a good way; this book does a lot of work for its "mere" 400 pages).
Although I do like salt and pepper, I would have to say that the two I am most attached to are garlic and red pepper flakes or hot sauce. I'm a bit of a hothead. I often tell people that if I'm not crying at the end of the meal, then it didn't do it's job. This is less true of meals that aren't supposed to be hot, but I rather like the feeling a mouth full of fire gives me. I have pretty much always been partial to garlic, to the point where I made sure I had some with me at all times throughout my undergraduate career.
Yes, that's right. I carried garlic powder around with me in my backpack at Antioch College. In fact, it came in use several times in class because I find the smell of garlic powder very calming and there were some Dudes who had a tendency to say very stupid things. Also, hippies sometimes smell bad. At the very least, the food at Antioch sometimes tended to be a little, uh, lacking in flavor. This is kind of the nature of cafeteria food, and food in general in the Midwest. It's a fact. You just try finding food even remotely spicy in this region. The garlic powder was very useful in turning a somewhat flavorless meal into something more palatable. Of course the cafeteria provided garlic powder as well, but by keeping my own I ensured its freshness, quality, and immediate availability.
This was also the time I started drinking tea. Because I tend to be picky about new foods/beverages I made sure I always had tea I would drink by bringing my own into the cafeteria. Some people carry around pharmacies in their bags, I carry around an emergency food prep kit. This is the way of the fatkid.
I have become increasingly more fond of red pepper flakes as my roommate uses them frequently (mostly on pizza). They certainly add a very wonderful flavor to most foods. I imagine if I had to make up another food doctoring kit, that red pepper flakes would probably be included. What about you, my spicy readers, what would you want included in your food doctoring kit? Are there spices you are particularly attached to? Ones that you avoid like the plague? I'm not fond of cilantro or anything related to it, myself. Please, share, let's make a meal of it!
My review can be found on Goodreads.
LibsNote: This ARC was received from a publishers booth at ALA 2010.
Hypothesis: In every book, whether novel, non-fiction, or downright fluff, there is something to enrich the lives of the reader if they are willing to dig deep enough in their own minds and think about what they are reading.
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31 December 2010
30 December 2010
Day 278: At Home
At Home: A Short History of Private Life. ISBN: 9780767919388 (ARC - published October 5, 2010).
There is a whole section devoted to dress for the Dressing Room Chapter and how fashion has not only been ridiculous but lead to serious illnesses and even death. My fiance does not get fashion. He is not capable of snappy dressing on his own and is only just presentable when his mother and I help him dress up (some of this is due to inability to afford nice clothes/not enough effort put into thrift store shopping). At one point I was talking to him about what care of dress expresses to potential employers and how a very outdated suit or dressing habits would send the wrong signals. His response was to get flustered and say in a raised voice, "Well that's just stupid."
Well, yes. It is stupid. Fashion is a completely arbitrary set of rules, usually dictated by people of wealth or power, or at the very least publicity whoredom. On the other hand, dressing allows us to express ourselves in a certain way. Without fashion, that expression would actually have less meaning. There are different fashions for different subsets of people, and by donning one over another we tell people, "I am more comfortable associating myself with this than with that." Of course it also means that people will judge us positively or negatively based on how we are dressed and their associations of other people wearing those clothes. For instance, I still have a very hard time taking anyone seriously who wears baggy jeans anywhere below their waist. Also, low rise jeans are tacky, no one wants to see your ass crack/thong combo.
Basically, as ridiculous and unnecessary as fashion seems, it does have its place in our society. And of course there are ways around the dictates of fashion by buying clothes that have classical lines. If people are careful with their dress clothes purchases, they should be able to wear the same suit for at least 10 years before it needs replacing, and that's really only because in 10 years your body shape will change enough that at the very least the suit ought to be taken in for an alteration. In the meantime, you may need to buy a new tie or dress shirt to keep up with current trends in collars/buttons/colors/decollete.
However, looking good is always in fashion, and if you and your friends think you look good in something, by all means keep wearing it. And I do recommend getting the opinion of honest friends, because we all form attachments to clothes and just because you think it looks good, doesn't mean that your friends aren't going to gasp in shock and horror for wearing that terrible shoulder-padded sequined number to the New Year's Eve Party.
My review can be found on Goodreads.
LibsNote: This ARC was received from a publishers booth at ALA 2010.
EditorNote: Fashion is still stupid. :P
There is a whole section devoted to dress for the Dressing Room Chapter and how fashion has not only been ridiculous but lead to serious illnesses and even death. My fiance does not get fashion. He is not capable of snappy dressing on his own and is only just presentable when his mother and I help him dress up (some of this is due to inability to afford nice clothes/not enough effort put into thrift store shopping). At one point I was talking to him about what care of dress expresses to potential employers and how a very outdated suit or dressing habits would send the wrong signals. His response was to get flustered and say in a raised voice, "Well that's just stupid."
Well, yes. It is stupid. Fashion is a completely arbitrary set of rules, usually dictated by people of wealth or power, or at the very least publicity whoredom. On the other hand, dressing allows us to express ourselves in a certain way. Without fashion, that expression would actually have less meaning. There are different fashions for different subsets of people, and by donning one over another we tell people, "I am more comfortable associating myself with this than with that." Of course it also means that people will judge us positively or negatively based on how we are dressed and their associations of other people wearing those clothes. For instance, I still have a very hard time taking anyone seriously who wears baggy jeans anywhere below their waist. Also, low rise jeans are tacky, no one wants to see your ass crack/thong combo.
Basically, as ridiculous and unnecessary as fashion seems, it does have its place in our society. And of course there are ways around the dictates of fashion by buying clothes that have classical lines. If people are careful with their dress clothes purchases, they should be able to wear the same suit for at least 10 years before it needs replacing, and that's really only because in 10 years your body shape will change enough that at the very least the suit ought to be taken in for an alteration. In the meantime, you may need to buy a new tie or dress shirt to keep up with current trends in collars/buttons/colors/decollete.
However, looking good is always in fashion, and if you and your friends think you look good in something, by all means keep wearing it. And I do recommend getting the opinion of honest friends, because we all form attachments to clothes and just because you think it looks good, doesn't mean that your friends aren't going to gasp in shock and horror for wearing that terrible shoulder-padded sequined number to the New Year's Eve Party.
My review can be found on Goodreads.
LibsNote: This ARC was received from a publishers booth at ALA 2010.
EditorNote: Fashion is still stupid. :P
29 December 2010
Day 277: At Home
At Home: A Short History of Private Life. ISBN: 9780767919388 (ARC - published October 5, 2010).
So I was recently rejected for yet another job after having a really good in-person interview. Unfortunately I lost out to a candidate that had 15 years of experience. This is something that I cannot compete with. I can be the smartest, most easy going, most adaptable and capable person and may even be a better fit for the job, but a company, or in this case organization, would be foolish to pass on 15 years of experience. And this is why I will lose over and over again.
Which leads me to talking about being homeless, at least in the sense that I have nowhere to really call "home." I currently spend my time bouncing back and forth between my roommate's, who is allowing me to stay with her pretty much free of charge, and my in-laws-to-be's, who can't really afford to support a fifth person and don't have the room to do so anyway. I don't think my roommate ever thought I would be unemployed for so long, and certainly no one else in my family has either. So here I am, essentially homeless, although not shelterless.
Really, being jobless right now wouldn't be so terrible if I could still support myself. If I were able to contribute to my room mate's household more (I do drive her places, try to help clean up, etc.) or even have a place on my own I actually think I would be more productive with my job searching and emotional well being. Unfortunately because I don't have a place that I can really feel 100% comfortable there are compounded feelings of guilt associated with not having a job. Not only am I worthless because all I do all day is file paperwork for free in the hopes that someone will select me of all the other schmucks filing paperwork to do the same thing for money, but also because I feel I am an endless drain and burden on the people I care most about.
In the meantime, I'm in a situation that I don't much care for. As much as I love my room mate and would gladly live with her in more traditional arrangements, I feel that I don't really have the right to be here. I can't bring in any of my furniture or decorate, or rearrange things, or properly run around naked whenever the hell I want. One of the things that got me really excited when I got call backs from jobs in the beginning was looking for apartments in the area. I loved thinking about what I could afford and what new furniture I would buy, how I would set up the office/guest room area and the bedroom.
I have been desperate to set up my own home and really settle down. Not necessarily forever, but at least for the next five years. Instead, here I am, almost 26 and I have no idea if tomorrow my room mate will say, "You know what, you've been here long enough and I think you need to leave now." And if she did say that, I would agree with her, because really, I have been here too long, and I have not felt at home anywhere in over two years.
I haven't quite finished this yet, but you can find a good review on Goodreads from one of my guest bloggers, Marybeth Cieplinski.
LibsNote: This ARC was received from a publishers booth at ALA 2010.
So I was recently rejected for yet another job after having a really good in-person interview. Unfortunately I lost out to a candidate that had 15 years of experience. This is something that I cannot compete with. I can be the smartest, most easy going, most adaptable and capable person and may even be a better fit for the job, but a company, or in this case organization, would be foolish to pass on 15 years of experience. And this is why I will lose over and over again.
Which leads me to talking about being homeless, at least in the sense that I have nowhere to really call "home." I currently spend my time bouncing back and forth between my roommate's, who is allowing me to stay with her pretty much free of charge, and my in-laws-to-be's, who can't really afford to support a fifth person and don't have the room to do so anyway. I don't think my roommate ever thought I would be unemployed for so long, and certainly no one else in my family has either. So here I am, essentially homeless, although not shelterless.
Really, being jobless right now wouldn't be so terrible if I could still support myself. If I were able to contribute to my room mate's household more (I do drive her places, try to help clean up, etc.) or even have a place on my own I actually think I would be more productive with my job searching and emotional well being. Unfortunately because I don't have a place that I can really feel 100% comfortable there are compounded feelings of guilt associated with not having a job. Not only am I worthless because all I do all day is file paperwork for free in the hopes that someone will select me of all the other schmucks filing paperwork to do the same thing for money, but also because I feel I am an endless drain and burden on the people I care most about.
In the meantime, I'm in a situation that I don't much care for. As much as I love my room mate and would gladly live with her in more traditional arrangements, I feel that I don't really have the right to be here. I can't bring in any of my furniture or decorate, or rearrange things, or properly run around naked whenever the hell I want. One of the things that got me really excited when I got call backs from jobs in the beginning was looking for apartments in the area. I loved thinking about what I could afford and what new furniture I would buy, how I would set up the office/guest room area and the bedroom.
I have been desperate to set up my own home and really settle down. Not necessarily forever, but at least for the next five years. Instead, here I am, almost 26 and I have no idea if tomorrow my room mate will say, "You know what, you've been here long enough and I think you need to leave now." And if she did say that, I would agree with her, because really, I have been here too long, and I have not felt at home anywhere in over two years.
I haven't quite finished this yet, but you can find a good review on Goodreads from one of my guest bloggers, Marybeth Cieplinski.
LibsNote: This ARC was received from a publishers booth at ALA 2010.
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