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Friday, June 27, 2008 - 00:03:47
One woman's trash...
I don’t like to throw things away. If something can be used, I tend to hold on to it in case I might need it someday. I get this from my grandmother. Once, I had occasion to go through some of her books, and I came across a textbook my dad used in high school that actually had a bullet hole through the middle of it. And maybe the book had it coming, who am I to say? But even though I hate to throw out anything—and that is especially true of books—I was pretty sure that one could be retired.
A little over a year ago, I bought an audio book that….let’s say it didn’t turn out to be what I expected. I thought it was going to be a thoughtful look at gender roles in hip-hop culture. I had seen the author doing interviews about the way women volunteer to be exploited in videos and the competition for spots drives women to go further in hopes that it will get them a more prominent role. She made some interesting points, and I was curious to hear what else she had to say about the power dynamics in hip-hop and the ways that women may or may not fit into the culture. And that is why I bought the audio version of Confessions of a Video Vixen.
Friday, June 13, 2008 - 20:44:40
I Never Did Like Bed Times
About twice a year, I get really busy and try to use caffeine as a substitute for sleep. At the point when I feel like my blood has been replaced with coffee, I try to start going to bed earlier. This was one of those weeks. The goal: Be in bed by
Saturday, June 07, 2008 - 18:31:19
Test fest '08
About this time a year ago, I was living in a small town surrounded by a lot of other small towns in southwest
I froze in the middle of the parking lot and stared at her. I had never heard of such a thing. Did you know about this? My first thought was that this was something for men kind of like breast cancer awareness for women. I was very, very wrong. For several minutes I just kept asking, “What?” and then, as she explained it to me, I followed up with, “I don’t understand. Are you kidding?”
In case you are equally unfamiliar with this charming tradition, let me try to explain. Apparently, in the spring, farmers castrate (or according to Tina, “de-ball”) bulls. I’m sure there’s a reason for it, but I don’t know what it is. At the end of the day, farmers have all these leftover cow parts. As she talked, my spidey-senses started tingling.
“Do they fry them?” I asked.
Yep. Apparently, they taste like gizzards. The whole event is celebrated by drinking (quite a bit, I’m guessing) and eating an assortment of fried snacks, including Rocky Mountain Oysters.
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