Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Dine-spiration

I have a confession. 
I guess it's my guilty pleasure, but I stay up laaaate into the night looking at pictures of food. (Is that really as weird as it sounds?) 
And not just any type of food...delicious food. I just can't help it. 
Food is one of those universal truths - like water - that you just can't live without. But although actually eating the stuff is the best part, food photography is like a feast for your eyes :) 
So, I've decided that every once in a while I'm going to torture y'all with pictures of delicious, mouth-watering goodness. (Why suffer alone, right?) 
Without further ado, here is the first post of "Dine-spiration"! (gosh that's cheesy..)
Enjoy!




























Source: prettygirlfood.com

Sunday, 11 December 2011

If I Should Have a Daughter


     “If I should have a daughter…instead of “Mom”, she’s gonna call me “Point B.” Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”

     She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

     And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.”

     But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it.

     I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my momma said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.

     You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.

     And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

     “Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”

     Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.

     Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.”

- "B" by Sarah Kay, spoken word poet

Click here to watch Sarah perform her piece.

Quote of the Day




Saturday, 10 December 2011

Happy Human Rights Day!

Hi everyone! Today is Human Rights Day!
A day to celebrate all the freedoms and rights that all of us - each and every one of us - should have as human beings.
Let's reflect on how far we have come as a society...and how much further we still have to go. 
Today, make a wish. Make a wish for all your friends and family to see.
Is it for free education for all? An end to discrimination? Equal pay for equal work? 
Whatever your wish is, it is important. Because nothing comes true unless at least one person believes in it.

Celebrate Human Rights today by making a wish at http://www.celebratehumanrights.org/
It's sponsored by the United Nations and there is no cost except that of your time. 
Thank you all :)

Date a girl who reads. Or better yet...writes.



“You should date a girl who reads. 

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. 

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second-hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn. 


She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book. 


Buy her another cup of coffee.  


Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice. 


It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does. 

She has to give it a shot somehow. 

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world. 

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two. 

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series. 

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. 
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype. 

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots. 

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads. 


Or better yet, date a girl who writes.” 


- Rosemarie Urquico

Thursday, 8 December 2011

What is Love?

Today, one of my friends showed me the cutest article ever. It was about the definition of love - as defined by adorable little kids. 

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." - Billy, age 4

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen." - Bobby, age 7

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." - Noelle, age 7

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." -  Lauren, age 4

When we grow up, we edit our thoughts and phrase our answers to cater to the needs of others. We say what people want to hear or what makes sense. Not the first thing that comes to mind. Not something totally bizarre, yet wonderful. And definitely not how we truly feel. 
We do this because as we grow up, we become really conscious of how others view us. But I think it's important to stop living life to please others and to start voicing your own opinions. Doesn't mean you have to be insensitive or crude (you can definitely edit out the profanity from your thoughts lol), but always know that people will remember you by what you've said and done. So, do you want them to remember the real, genuine you or the generic version?


Read the complete article at bluecentric.com here

Images courtesy of windywindy.tumblr and imabarkingmad.com

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Quote of the Day

"There is no such thing as chance. And what to us seems merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny." - Johann Schiller



This quote pretty much sums up the weird/creepy/totally awesome experience I had today. 
Hope your day was as absurdly wonderful as mine :)

lovelovelove

Monday, 5 December 2011

You Are What You Believe: Part Two



Read Part One here

I'd like to clarify that I hold no prejudice against other religions and nor am I attempting to convert anyone. I do not know the depths of faith nor do I claim to fully understand it. But knowledge and understanding are the forces that open up a narrow mind. And so this series is simply meant to spread understanding and provide a new perspective to anyone willing to take it. I'm not an expert, but my intention is to enlighten people about a world they know, but haven't seen in a different light. With learning comes realization, but so it does with teaching as well. And it's my hope that after this series, both you and I will develop a new appreciation or tolerance for an ancient religion and its' modern people.

     To fulfill the requirements of my undergrad degree, I have to take a course in the social sciences and humanities. It's definitely something I have been looking forward to because in my program, I generally don't get to take courses that have more to do with opinion than hard evidence. The course I'm taking is "Introduction to World Religions" - which frankly I took because I assumed it would be a piece of cake. Not that it's difficult or anything, but it does require a lot of work (sucks for me :P). So, as part of our section on Islam, our class was treated to lectures by a guest speaker. It was the guest speaker who initially motivated this series for me (along with a build-up of emotions towards how Muslims are portrayed in the world today). His name is Timothy Gianotti and - no joke - he is BY FAR the most passionate, funny, and inspiring lecturer on Islam I've ever met. When I first saw Prof. Gianotti, I didn't think he'd be able to teach me anything I didn't already know. I mean...I felt like I had a fairly good understanding of the faith I've followed all my life. What else could be new?
     I was so wrong. As the lecture progressed, I realized that Prof. Gianotti was talking about stuff I was familiar with, yet somehow he spoke with such clarity and conviction that it made me feel as if I was learning it all for the first time. I didn't know that you could learn the same concept many times in different ways. I'm going to try and convey some of the ideas on Islam that I learned from Prof. Gianotti's lectures and by no means will anything I say justify every question or prejudice people may have. But, at least (I hope) the following will give you a better understanding of the foundations and basic principles of Islam.
Masjid-al-Haram, Mecca, Saudi Arabia
     A large part of any religion is how it is interpreted and thus, how that interpretation leads to practice in daily life. Every follower approaches their faith with a different understanding of how significant their actions are. Every religion is also criticized for certain things and honestly...that's something that'll never go away. There is no perfect religion other than one's own - everybody is a victim to that perspective. Just like every other religion, Islam has faced its share of criticism (although more so in recent years). This is because Islam faces three major challenges: media, orientalism, and modernity.
     Because of our exposure to media we have learned to associate Islam with violence. C'mon...you know it's true. And it's not your fault! A lot of stuff has happened: Iraq, Afghanistan, Muslim terrorists openly accepting the blame for horrendous acts, and etc. The term "Muslim terrorists" defines terrorists that happen to be Muslims. But due to its constant usage in media, the term "terrorists" has come to mean the same thing as "Muslim". Now, you may not agree to that so just take the example of the recent massacre in Norway where a man shot and murdered dozens of students. Unclear of information, media outlets were quick to categorize this terrible occasion as something "jihadic" and something "Muslim terrorists" had done. Turns out Anders Behring Brevik claimed to be a devout Christian and had committed murder on the premises that he was cleansing Norway of non-Christians. Embarrassed by their quick and stereotypical conclusion that Muslims were responsible in the first place, people in media such as Bill O'Reilly of Fox News claimed, "Breivik is not a Christian. That's impossible. No one believing in Jesus commits mass murder." 
     Okay. That makes total sense. No, I'm not being sarcastic...it really does. I mean, isn't murdering against Christianity? So obviously, Anders Behring Brevik cannot be labelled as a Christian. But then Osama Bin Laden and the countless others that follow his "path" are not Muslims either. No person who believes in Islam and commits mass murder of innocents could possibly be a Muslim. 
     If you are Christian, you may look at the Norway massacre and think, "Hey. I'm Christian. I know what the Bible preaches. There is nothing in Christianity that encourages murder." So, religious scripture and teachings cannot be the problem. But when one considers Islamic teachings, or that of any other religion than one's own, it is easy to jump to the conclusion that maybe this is the kind of stuff that's in their texts. Maybe this is exactly what they are taught. But, it's not. The fanatical few who claim to be acting out what their religious texts have taught them are simply those who misinterpret the teachings. Again...it comes down to interpretation. 
     The term "terrorism" is so closely associated with Muslims that stereotypes and prejudice are a given. What needs to be done is re-examination of the term terrorism; what exactly it means and who it applies to. After seeing it being supplied to Muslims for so long, people obviously would not know how to react when it's a non-Muslim being labelled instead.
     Next, Islam faces the challenge of orientalism. Orientalism is pretty self-explanatory. It's a kind of racism against people of Arab origins.
     And lastly, modernity. This is perhaps the most deeply rooted challenge for Islam and wherein most of the issues lie. Although it is younger than Judaism and Christianity, Islam still faces the dilemma of being relevant and applicable to modern times. Aspects of the religion need to be interpreted and applied in a way that is comprehensible for people in the world today. For this, not everything that is in religious texts and traditions can be done literally anymore. Things have to be seen more metaphorically and a bigger picture can be derived from teachings as well. 
     Now that we've looked at the three major challenges that Islam faces, we'll take a look at the call to prayer, the idea of prophets and fate, and major practices in Part Three of this series. Thanks for reading :)

You can access a biography of Professor Timothy Gianotti here 
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