Month: July 2008

That’s A Nice Farm You Got There, Little Lady

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So the NY Times has a feature about women farmers up online. I read it because I, too, am a woman. And I like farms. (And because it’s been slow at work this week. I’ve been reading anything.)

The article…left something to be desired. Do you think a journalist would use the following sentence when talking about a male farmer? “[She] flits effortlessly between trimming vines and fixing the tractor, a farmer at heart.” Um, wouldn’t the fact that she’s trimming vines and FIXING A TRACTOR make her a farmer in actual PRACTICE, too? Seriously, “flits”? Come on.

And get this sentence from the intro:
“Whether raising heritage livestock, combing the woods for exotic morsels or coaxing delicacies from the ground, these women forge new bonds between field and table, strengthening the connection between things we love to eat and the stewardship that makes them possible.”
Awww, who knew farming was so nurturing? And did you know WOMEN are good at NURTURING and these are LADY FARMERS we’re talking about? God.

I would expect this from, well, a women’s magazine (with a little sidebar about “Get The Farming Look!” telling us to buy an Hermes headscarf); but not from a newspaper. Farming is hard work. I bet any of these little ladies could have told the reporter that.

Tuesday Project Roundup: Tinged With Nostalgia (Or Disney)

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Here’s another gingham dress from a 1970’s pattern:

And here’s a better representation of the color:

The yellow and the vintage styling remind me of the look of the film The Virgin Suicides:

On the other hand, Mr. Isbell saw it during construction and blurted out, “That looks like what a Disney princess would wear before she knew she was a princess!”

He meant it as a compliment, of course, and maybe it’s the same thing–just give me a grassy field and a daisy to pick.

Happy Bastille Day

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While this may just be the day before payday to most Americans, it’s Bastille Day and France is partying like it’s 1789. (Sorry.) Here’s some etymology for you (Don’t be too impressed with my French; I had to look it up):

  • Bastille is an alternate spelling of bastide: fortification.
  • Bastide comes from the Provençal word bastida: built.
  • There is also a verb embastiller: to establish troops in a prison.

Friday Unrelated Information

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1. I meant to mention this last week, but the Tour de France has started. I’ve caught some coverage every year since Indurain won his final tour, but none yet for this year. I’ll have to catch up on Sunday; in the meantime, I’ll pretend I’m winning the polka dot jersey when I ride up the hill from work.

2. Toby was “talking” (prrrit! prrow! mrrrow?) to something last night at midnight, and since he’s usually very quiet at night (until 5:00 a.m., that is), I got up to investigate. He was in his veranda and outside a little black cat with round eyes and a collar was visiting–it was Jenny Linsky!

Film And Television

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Film: If you haven’t seen WALL-E, go tonight. Please make sure the person at Pixar who put his job on the line to make such a dystopian, moving, adult film doesn’t lose it because the film tanks after the first few weekends. I still don’t know how they managed to get it released; it’s that good.

TV: I think I’m the only person here watching the new Battlestar Galactica, but if you’re tempted to start, just stop after season 2. We finished season 3 this week and all I can say is: A bad cover of All Along the Watchtower shouldn’t happen in space. That was really the final straw.

I Wouldn’t Be A Bit Surprised If We All Break Into Song Next

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I’ve now made my biking debut at the farmers’ market and at work, and let me just quote my dad–“Life’s better on a bike.”

I rode down to the market on Saturday and the comments started right away: “Nice bike!” and “Where’d you get that helmet?” from the bike valet dude; “Love your bike!” and “Sweet ride!” from passersby; and “Good morning, beautiful! Nice bike!” as I rode by a homeless guy camped on the steps of the Greek Orthodox church.

Similar things happened at work–people I hadn’t talked to in nearly two years at the office admired, offered help with the elevator, liked my helmet. I was riding up Main Street on the way home and a panhandler asked, “Got a dollar?” and when I said no (I really didn’t), said “I like your helmet!”

So on the next ride, what will happen? Will it be like a musical, with song and dance and synchronized pigeon flights? It may very well be–because life apparently IS better on a bike.

Tuesday Project Roundup: Cool

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I had enough vintage fabric to make a dress AND something to lounge around the house in (although I’m thinking pants will get more use than a robe), so over the weekend I made the dress:

Now I’ll get my matching shoes and handbag and go to a pool party, where I will drink a Tom Collins…Wait, no I won’t. The dress just makes me feel like I could.

(And because I don’t want to keep you in suspense about the sweater, I finished it and did not run out of yarn. I left it at work, though, so no picture. Just imagine something beige and a little lumpy-looking.)

Thursday Unrelated Information

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I’m ready for a three-day weekend and doubt anyone will be at a computer tomorrow, so today is the end of the blog week.

1. Yesterday was the anniversary of poor Hemingway shooting himself in Ketchum. The Writer’s Almanac (which I just discovered) had a bit on yesterday’s page about what may have motivated him–constant pain from a plane crash and elecrtroshock therapy, to name a couple. I just read a Ray Bradbury story about Hemingway getting to go back in time to “re-do” his death: “The Kilimanjaro Device,” excerpted here.

2. Celebrate the Fourth of July with a poem by Stephen Vincent Benet, “American Names“. It begins well, gets a little lost, and ends with a quote that inspired a book title. Here’s the beginning:

I have fallen in love with American names,
The sharp names that never get fat,
The snakeskin-titles of mining-claims,
The plumed war-bonnet of Medicine Hat,
Tucson and Deadwood and Lost Mule Flat.

3. Or you can celebrate by watching Yankee Doodle Dandy this weekend. Remember, “My mother thanks you, my father thanks you, my sister thanks you, and I thank you.”