Monday, August 6, 2012

Weekend in Pictures

All but one via iPhone...sorry.  I'm doing a photo tour of the house tomorrow if you'd like to check out my pad!
This is not my husband.  A friend and her man offered to help me build my new table.  Or I forced them to...can't really remember. 


WHAT?!  Talia asked for me to guest post on her blog, and I about peed my pants.  Can't wait to start working on it!!!




Mrs. Monologues

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Bookish Sundays: The Piano Teacher

Title: The Piano Teacher


Author: Janice Y.K. Lee

Category: Fiction, Historical Fiction

Synopsis [c/o Barnes & Noble]:  "In the sweeping tradition of The English Patient, Janice Y.K. Lee's debut novel is a tale of love and betrayal set in war-torn Hong Kong. In 1942, Englishman Will Truesdale falls headlong into a passionate relationship with Trudy Liang, a beautiful Eurasian socialite. But their affair is soon threatened by the invasion of the Japanese as World War II overwhelms their part of the world. Ten years later, Claire Pendleton comes to Hong Kong to work as a piano teacher and also begins a fateful affair. As the threads of this spellbinding novel intertwine, impossible choices emerge-between love and safety, courage and survival, the present, and above all, the past."


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Overview: Before I talk about the book, I'd like to point out that when I have a physical copy, I try my hardest to take original photos of it.  However, my SD card is overloaded with recent photos of other enjoyed things, so I have to borrow from Barnes & Noble instead. 


I found this novel sitting on a forlorn shelf in the base used book store.  I don't think it particularly caught my eye, but rather happened as I searched for novels that I would not normally pick up to read.  This seemed like one of the ones I would typically overlook in search of something more up my alley [dystopian, apocalyptic, fantasy, war novels, etc.]  I'm not sure what I was expecting when I started to read it, but it definitely surprised me in the end.


Do you ever finish a novel and wonder if you're smart enough to grasp the underlying meaning?  This happened to me with The Piano Teacher.  I was adequately entertained throughout the entire story, finished, put it down, and wondered...what was the purpose?  It seemed as though the point the author was trying to get across eluded me the entire time.  I was even desperate enough to find questions book club members had posed in order to try and understand the meaning.  I still don't quite get it.


Despite all of that, I did enjoy the novel.  Whether or not the author intended for the reader to comprehend it this way, I felt that the story displayed a sort of untypical feminist movement.  Instead of forcing society to make way for womanly desires, or crying out for equality, the main female character instead invents her own way of getting what she wants by playing on the feelings and goals of those around her.  Her very survival lays on the actions of two men; one who can save her from the other, one whom she must please in order to live.  She does not try to become independent; instead, she tries to make herself indispensable to others.


The story is also one of struggle, of heartache, of bravery and cowardice.  People thrown together by fate, and forced to deal with their actions in the past, present, and remember those same decisions in the future.  Set in Hong Kong, two worlds collide as the outbreak of WWII threatens the very lives of both Chinese and Westerners alike.  If you are a fan of historical fiction, especially that of Asian variety, this is a wonderful combination of British and Chinese presence warring for foothold.  And if you happen to finish the novel and understand what Lee was trying to say, I would definitely appreciate your insight!

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Let's Talk [v1.3]

I think I was supposed to talk about consumption and waste in this post, but something else has caught my attention, so will be postponing that discussion until another time.  It's still important to me, and something that weighs on my mind as the prices of goods are steadily increased, and as I'm forced to deal with recycling here in Germany.  But today, I'd like to talk about modesty instead.

Part One: Lingerie, Burka, and Somewhere In-Between






Our society has evolved drastically within the past century from clothing that basically covered the majority of the torso and legs, leaving possibly the arms and upper chest bare, to clothing that displays anything and everything.  Well, this is the case at least in Western Civilization.  Other cultures around the world have their own standards for modesty, leaving women everywhere to compare and contrast what is "right" or "wrong" and what is "tasteful" or "slutty."

While some women lament the change of clothing tastes and styles, other women feel liberated from the confines of strict guidelines.  All and sundry feel obligated to judge other groups based on their taste in clothing and levels of immodest presentation.  Do you think my viewpoint is an accurate depiction of the judgement war that occurs during everyday society?  What is your opinion of the differences between Western fashion trends versus some from other parts of the world?



Part Two: Perception is Reality


Despite your own standards for what is appropriate to wear in public, the fact of the matter is that your thoughts on others' clothing ware is an opinion.  The woman who all but but forces those ta-tas in your face?  Her choice.  The wife that wears the burka?  Okay, maybe not completely her choice, but some women do prefer the burka over other clothes, so there is a chance she wants to wear it.  Fashion is based a lot on social norms from whatever region of the world you are based in.  In the US, it is completely normal for you to walk down a street and see a mini-dressed girl with her hoo-ha hanging out and an Amish woman completely covered in the same day.  In parts of Africa, it's the norm for women to go topless.  In Europe, it's okay for men to wear speedos.  There is no set guideline for what you can or cannot wear in the majority of human civilization.  [Yes, there are always exceptions to the rule.  Please keep in mind that we are talking about everyday wear, not clothing appropriate for school/work.]



However, despite freedom of expression or freedom of opinions, people will judge and be judged by their outward appearance, and this immediate indication of what kind of person you are based on your clothes will be an basis for how you are treated.  Is it fair?  Probably not.  But it happens anyway.

Source: via English on Pinterest




Source: google.com via English on Pinterest


There are women who try to fight these tendencies by wearing whatever they want on the basis that they have the freedom, and what is on the inside should count more than their outward appearance.  They are absolutely right.  BUT, your promiscuous appearance does not want me to let myself or my husband anywhere close enough to get to know you.  What is your opinion on all of this?  Should a woman be judged based on her choice in fashion?  Should she expect equal and fair treatment if she wears the equivalent of a stripper's outfit?  Is the mindset you hold based on your religious tendencies, social influence, or something else?



For myself, I believe there is a happy medium somewhere between burka and bikini.  I see nothing wrong with wearing flattering outfits that show off lady curves, bare the shoulders or back, and I have an absolute love for "hooker heels".  But at the same time, my girlies don't need to be bared for anyone and everyone to see.  I don't think short shorts are flattering on anyone, nor are they appropriate.  My pants are always high enough for my shirt to cover the hem, and really can't stand seeing someone else's crack.  There is a fine line between classy and tasteless, and I try my hardest to walk my version of that line.  Best part about everything I just said?  It's my opinion, and my own personal viewpoint on what is or is not modest.  What's yours?

Friday, August 3, 2012

Friday's Letters

Little English, age...3?
Dear Friday.  I didn't write a letter last week, and for that I apologize.  However, I've been extremely worn out, busy, and kind of blasé about the whole blogging thing, and needed a minuscule break.  I'm back now, and happy you're here since it means another week down.  Dear Husband.  We are down to less than two weeks.  Possibly.  It could be less than three weeks since we don't know the exact date you're coming home, but I'm betting on the two weeks.  I can't believe at some point this month, I will get to see your face again.  I. Can't. WAIT.  Dear Alyssa.  Five days until you show up on my doorstep and we begin our adventure.  This is going to be epic.  Dear madre, padre, and youngest brother.  You've learned that barring any extenuating circumstances, you will be moving to Cambodia next summer.  I'm so excited for you guys to have this opportunity, but kind of sad, too.  You'll be moving even further out of reach than you already are...I don't know if I'm grown up enough for that yet.  Dear Rosie & Anja.  Our get together this week was so much fun, and a much needed treat.  Can't wait 'til next time!  Dear puppies.  I love the fact that you two immediately win over every single person that meets you.  Our German neighbors would probably do anything for you guys, and that makes me super happy.  Dear photography hobby.  I made a very large and possibly overwhelming next step, and started advertising in the local area.  I've already had so many people respond with requests for family portraits, maternity shoots, newborn pictures, baby showers, couple's photos.  I'm so happy there are men and women out there who are willing to entrust me with their time and memories, and am excited about the prospect of learning even more, but is this really what I want?  Dear Germany.  You're weather has been particularly superb this week.  Not too hot.  Not too cold.  Just right, like porridge.  Thank you very much.  Dear self.  Get your butt into gear.  That book you're reading may be just about the best thing ever, but there's a house to organize, a car to clean, and shopping to do.  Get on it.



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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Blog Convention

Okay, not really a blogging convention since that implies workshops and talking about our blogs, which didn't really happen until the end of the day.  We mostly just traipsed around Karlsruhe, shopping and seeing sights.  And since convention also implies that there were lots of women attending, I should correct that also...it was just Anja, Rosie, & I...a German, an Englishwoman, and an American named English.  Does anyone else ever get confused with my name?  I do.

We had an absolute blast chasing trumpet players, shopping for craft supplies, making our way through castle gardens, and of course, talking talking talking.  These women may kind of end up hating me since I haven't edited a single photo from the entire day, but I'm tired and worn out from an entire week of photo shoots, so they might just have to suck it up for now.



 Karlsruher Schloss [Karlsruhe Palace]


Anja & I
Rosie and I, probably laughing at Anja
Rosie & Anja!









And a final super washed out photo of all of us.  One day I will remember to check settings before I take pictures :/