Thursday, June 28, 2012

June assessment

It's hard to believe that June is nearly over! I'm packing up my stuff tonight, teaching my last day at the Institute tomorrow, and D. will move me out tomorrow night. I can't wait to get out of my stupid sublet. One thing I've learned this summer: I am now, apparently, too old to handle crappy living arrangements. Remember when we could say things like, "It's only for a month; I can handle anything!"? NOT TRUE ANYMORE.

As excited as I am to leave the apartment, I am sad to leave the Institute. I don't know whether I'll be back to teach next summer, and after that, the opportunities to return will only grow rarer. My colleagues at the Institute have shaped me into the teacher I am today, and I will miss working with them. I feel grateful, however, simply to have been here, for teaching at the Institute was one of my major goals for graduate school!

I wrote a post at the beginning of June with my goals for my month. Let's see how I actually did:

Wedding-related:
We picked a venue! We picked a date! Still working on church and style.

Dissertation-related:
I actually made more progress than I expected: I conceived an overall theme for my final chapter, got it approved by my advisor, and wrote the first five pages this month. Hopefully, this means I can hit the ground running when I return to Ann Arbor. I did not read any German or Pindar.

Job search-related:
I did nothing!

New York-related:
I got to see my friends! I visited the Met, MoMA, and Morgan! I ate delicious foods! I walked in the parks! I saw a play! I almost stepped into a dead bird! I smelled a lot of trash on the sidewalk!

And last, but certainly not least, I got to spend time with this little niece o' mine:


This picture was taken two weeks ago, and she's EVEN CUTER NOW!

I think that June has been a productive month, but that's been possible only because I've cut a number of things out of my life: reading everything I'm interested in on the internet, reading fiction for pleasure, running/exercising, cooking (and refrigerator/fresh food management), spending time with D., and most forms of entertainment (TV, movies, games). I'm glad to be rid of some of these time-sinks, like mindless internet browsing and TV. My new challenge will be to use the hours I'm no longer spending on teaching to pursue only the good stuff: eating healthier, regular exercise, the occasional novel, and of course, enjoying the summer with D.!

Saturday, June 23, 2012

a welcome break

I've been feeling a little stressed recently: long hours at work, paired with nights of diss-brainstorming, paired with an inhospitable home had me feeling weary by the end of this week. So after work yesterday, after the students had all left, I took myself a few blocks up the street to the Morgan Library. It's my favorite museum in New York, and I had a splendid time!

First of all, the collection is amazing, both in its quality and its breadth. I wrote an earlier post about an exhibit at the Met that purported to showcase multiple perspectives on life in another culture, not just the elite experience. Well, J.P. Morgan's collection is emphatically not interested in representing the experience of everyday life. His collection is an argument for quality, luxury, and connoisseurship – both in the creation of the art object and its acquisition. There is a place for both approaches; I find the former approach more educational, and in some ways more interesting, while the latter approach affords more aesthetic pleasure.

And this was a man who knew aesthetic pleasure. Look at his library!


SURELY my dissertation would be done in NO TIME, if I could work every day in that space!

I was excited to check out a new exhibit on display, about Churchill's speeches.


At first I thought it was an odd idea: a museum exhibit devoted to words? Wouldn't it be a bit...boring? Of course, it turned out to be kind of brilliant. Not only did I get a sense for the power of words by looking at hand-edited drafts of Churchill's speeches and personal letters, but I also experienced those words aurally (through recordings from the radio) and visually (by seeing their arrangement on the page). Did you know that Churchill thought of his speeches as being in blank verse, not prose? But what I loved most was the implication that the written and spoken word can be as much of an art object as a medieval tapestry or Renaissance drawing. Isn't that inspiring? We all deal with words every day, from normal conversation to quick emails to reports for work. And yet so little of what we do is actually "literary." Of course, none of us will likely ever become the Michelangelo of the lab report, but maybe we should all aspire, at least occasionally, to rise to the level of art in our written and spoken expression.

But my cultural experience at the Morgan wasn't over: they had invited two recent graduates of the Mannes School of Music to perform clarinet/oboe duets in the lobby! It was lovely, and exactly the kind of refreshment I needed.


And this morning, I took the "long way" to work – by way of the High Line Park! If you haven't been there yet, you simply must go as soon as you can. It's a new addition to Manhattan's parks: the old narrow, elevated train line has been transformed into a walkable path, surrounded on each side by native grasses, plants, and shrubs. When you climb up the stairs to access the park, you feel as though you're leaving the dirt and grit and stress of the city behind, freeing you to enjoy its scenery from a new and elevated perspective. Every time I go, I am just astonished that a) someone had a great idea; b) money was found to support the great idea; c) the great idea was not destroyed in the actual implementation of it. Shocking, really.


Last summer, I walked the park nearly every weekend. This year, I've noticed some new and fun art displays along the way:



















I restored my strength after the walk with a lunch consisting of the ice cream sandwich OF MY DREAMS, from the Jacques Torres Chocolate shop in the nearby Chelsea Market:


You know what else replenished my spirit? On the subway ride back to the office, I actually spied one of my current students. He had apparently purchased a new air conditioner and was taking it home;  propped open on the box was our giant Greek textbook, which he was poring over and ignoring everything and everyone else. I didn't dare interrupt!

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Meet...the Bridesmaids!

One of the things I'm looking forward to about my wedding day is seeing many dear family and friends together, from all different parts of my life, under one roof! But that's still a long way off. So I'm especially fortunate to have four great friends who will be my bridesmaids and walk with me in this process the whole way! Now I want to tell you about them:

Sarah B.
Sarah and I were classmates in college and part of the same eating club. We even had some close mutual friends! But we didn't really get to know each other until we both ended up in Ann Arbor for graduate school. We've generally been living just a few blocks away from each other for the past several years (excepting the year when I was in Greece), which makes our frequent potlucks very convenient. Her adventurous spirit and boundless enthusiasm make her the perfect buddy for trying new things! She definitely makes A2 a more fun place to live. I feel so lucky to have a friend who shares so many intellectual interests with me, is so supportive of my endeavors, and always reminds me of what a catch D. is. =) Now let's see whether she can persuade me of the joys of spinning.

Sarah and I at the Taste of Ann Arbor 2011: she had just run a half marathon, while I had run one quarter of that distance and complained twice as much.

Shuen
Shuen and I also went to college together and ran in the same social circle, but for some reason, we weren't close. I guess we both had our own friends who took up all our time! Shuen and I overlapped for one year at Michigan, and I'm so glad we did. I was really lonely and unhappy during my first year in grad school, and Shuen was one of the few familiar and friendly people who reached out to me. We cooked for each other, took in a few concerts, and then all too soon, she graduated and got an important job and moved to the East Coast/Atlanta/Mozambique! Fortunately for me, we've stayed in close touch and have shared some adventures in D.C., Philadelphia, New York, and Michigan. Next goal: an international trip together!

Keeping it real at the Philly Chinatown Bus parking curb, June 2009

Katie H.
Katie H., I must admit, was Julie's friend first. They had known each other for a whole week before I got to meet Katie, when she came to visit our dorm room at the start of freshman year of college. Julie was generous enough to share, though, and soon I was getting to know Katie through our literature classes and the campus fellowship. We were spotted together often enough that friends began to refer to her as Katie #1, and me, Katie #2. I suspect she got to be #1 because she's prettier, taller, kinder, funnier, smarter, and more popular, but I can't be sure. Since graduation, Katie #1 has been living in various exotic international locales while making the world a better place. I'm pretty annoyed about that, but I guess I have to learn to share, too. Looking forward to seeing you once again on American soil, Katie!

Katie in Mostar, Bosnia, February 2010: this is a picture of just Katie H., but since I'm the one behind the camera, I think it counts.


Julie 
Julie and I were roommates for three years of college! And since she is the best writer/emailer/keeper-in-touch that I know, it is only fitting that our introduction was an epistolary one. As in, we actually exchanged real letters the summer before freshman year of college. I remember hers was enthusiastic, printed in cute font, and even had the occasional smiley face! We had our ups and downs that first year, but that hopeful feeling I first experienced when I read her letter has been realized in spades in the years since. She's been there for me through every circumstance and enriches my life daily with her passion for reading, writing, fashion, cooking, media, babies!, etc. etc. etc. More than anyone else, she has taught me what it means to be a good friend.

At the Fat and the Flower's Wedding, 13 August 2010 (love that dress, Julie!)

Monday, June 18, 2012

Save the Date!

We have a date! I am pleased to announce that we are getting married on 26 May 2013 at the Trump National Golf Club Philadelphia in Pine Hill, NJ. Yes, you read that properly: it's a country club called "Philadelphia" but located in New Jersey. So aspirational, New Jersey. ;) Although the venue isn't the largest, and so it may be a bit of a tight fit, I just loved the "feel" of the space. I think we'll have a great wedding reception there! The date is the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend; we're hoping that the national holiday on Monday will make it easier for our wonderful guests to travel.


There are better pictures of the ballroom on the website, and I'll include a couple pictures below. I'll just say that it's the only place we visited where it's actually nicer in person than in the photographs!

The ballroom, here set up for a birthday party, is simple and elegant, and not too unnecessarily frou-frou. The natural light is really refreshing.

Of course I just have to have a giant clock tower for my wedding reception site!

I don't know whether you can see, but that is the skyline of Philadelphia in the far distance. The club is on top of a big and lush hill, so you feel very far from the hurly-burly of South Jersey. I'm really hoping for a free Memorial Day Weekend fireworks show, courtesy of some New Jersey township, to enliven the wedding!
So, write it in your calendars, and see you there! Hooray!!

Sunday, June 17, 2012

A survey of mid-Atlantic wedding venues

Looking to get married in New Jersey, the Philadelphia area, or Wilmington? We are! And we are close to finalizing our date and venue – hopefully, by tomorrow morning! We didn't do the most exhaustive search, but we did visit over ten places. As you can imagine, we saw a lot of theme and variation – lots of places seemed to present similar ideas of "wedding glamour" (yes, that u is deliberate); other places offered "unique" "features." Here is a brief visual survey illustrating what I noticed; all are from venues we did not choose:

Domes are nice:





A whole bunch of bridal books show brides and grooms kissing in a gazebo. What's so great about gazebos? My dad speculates that they are popular because of the Sound of Music:





Get away from that Nazi, Liesl! You are way too young for this business!

Apparently, grand staircases are also de rigueur! I'm not exactly sure why...is there a related iconic image or movie for our generation of women? Cinderella? But there she's running away from the prince...




You know what else I like about this one? The indoor fountain next to the staircase! Because fountains belong indoors?


The flora of these sites is mainly of the landscaped, annual variety. But here's the fauna we encountered:


A belated picture of the shark tank!
I don't think this guy gets advertised in the wedding package, but maybe he should be!


Some venues had features that genuinely confused me. For example:

What are these painted nudes doing over these doors?

Why is the ceiling painted like the sky? We can look out the window and see the sky!


What is this I see? An indoor waterfall with silk hanging flowers? Of course it makes sense to put this indoors and in the corner of a ballroom!

Can you see the billboards right next to this venue? Advertisements for "Banger's Sport Shop" and the "South Jersey Shooting Club." That large gun makes me feel a wee bit nervous...
I'll stop here. Thanks for coming along this little journey with me!

Monday, June 11, 2012

Structure

What aspects of a wedding are most memorable to you? When I think back on the many weddings I've been fortunate to attend in recent years, I often don't remember the things that I suspect brides and grooms spend a lot of time planning. I have a hard time remembering what favors were left on the table; what the color scheme was; what kind of bows were on the pews at the church; what kind of centerpieces were on each table, etc. Instead, I remember how I experienced the day. I remember sitting in a sweltering church without air conditioning on an August Saturday; the time when dinner was served an hour late and I was starving; the outdoor ceremony in September when we all unexpectedly froze; the deafening band, or the obnoxious D.J.; the place with NO PARKING.

I've recently been trying to prioritize these "structural issues" more. There are a lot of places in New Jersey that I think are tacky and make no sense: why is there a fountain in the middle of the floor? What is this indoor waterfall with silk plants doing in the wall of the ballroom? Why is this carpet so ugly? Who decided it was necessary to paint blue sky and clouds on every ceiling? But I've been realizing that maybe the aesthetics aren't as important as other aspects of a venue: is it the appropriate size? Will there be enough food? Will there be good climate control? Is the layout intuitive? Are there enough bathrooms? I saw a beautiful country club that was just my style, but all the sales staff were really alarmed at how many people we are planning to invite. Is it worth holding my wedding at that country club, if everyone feels crowded and squished? And they find it a difficult task to get up to use the bathroom?

D. and I went venue-shopping this past weekend, in addition to the other places I've already visited with my mom. We saw a whole bunch of places, and even reserved a date at two of them! So now we are holding a date at four different venues. I wonder if you're not supposed to do that! Anyway, we are trying to have the wedding in the second half of May or the first half of June. It's starting to come together!

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Letters at MoMA

Today I had no responsibilities at the Institute -- a day off! The city is mine! I worked on wedding stuff in Bryant Park in the morning, where I also had lunch with my friend Jay. I read Greek for the dissertation at a nearby Barnes and Noble in the afternoon, and stopped by MoMA on my way to dinner with Tony and his wife, Julie. I was thrilled to see a new exhibit, "Ecstatic Alphabets/Heaps of Language."



What could delight a philologist's heart more? In addition, I'm presenting the Greek alphabet to the students first thing on Monday morning, so I've even been practicing my letters and chalksmanship this week. But at first, I was disappointed by the displays: it seemed like a jumble of random pieces with some words on them, or words spoken, or no words at all. Ugh. Thanks, modern art! But then I came upon Paul Elliman's "Found Fount," a portion of which can be seen here:



I guess the idea behind it is that Elliman is using "found objects" as unique symbols to represent letters in an invented, infinite alphabet. Suddenly, I was taken back to my days of middle-school boredom, when I halfheartedly attempted to create my own system of symbols (doodles, really) to serve as a secret alphabet of my own language. Did you try this sort of thing, too? It makes me wonder: what makes an "o" the letter "o"? vs. the exclamation we make in English when surprised? vs. a circle? I guess this is why Semiotics developed, and I should just go re-read Saussure. At any rate, I'll definitely be pondering these issues on Monday morning, as I try to remember all of my Greek alphabet at the board! I don't know much about "orality and literacy," but both of my advisors are experts, and it's always interesting to think about the relationship between speech and the development of writing. Speech, of course, came first. But now that we have both speech and writing, what does it mean to go back to the drawing board with writing itself?

Monday, June 4, 2012

Comfort and cheer

So, the room that I'm subletting in NYC is...not exactly comfortable. It's one bedroom in a 3 bedroom apartment. The room itself is tiny, and because the overhead light is burned out, is dimly lit by a table lamp. The air conditioner is so musty that it aggravates my allergies. The double bed has no frame or boxspring; apparently, it rested on two trunks, one of which has been taken away by girl I'm subletting from. So half of the bed is unsupported and rather...slanty. So I can't really sit on the edge of the bed to eat, which would be nice, because there is no coffee table or dining table or desk with a chair in the bedroom or living room. Where do these people sit and eat?? Loud drunks smoke weed on the stoop by my window at night. One of the roommates moved out yesterday, and another roommate is shifting her stuff to the empty room and has found her own subletter to take her now-empty bedroom, so it's rather chaotic. There no longer is internet in the apartment, and someone has begun (but is not close to finishing) painting the walls blue. I could go on. Perhaps I've forgotten how people in New York live? The good news is that I'm only staying for a month, I'll be gone on the weekends, I feel safe on my street, and I can walk to work! Furthermore, I purchased a pair of flip-flops from Old Navy today for $3.94, so I'll have something clean to wear inside the apartment at all times.

Even better news: I returned from Philly this morning to find this sitting by my door:



















That's right, D. had sent me flowers to cheer up my dismal room! Isn't he the best? And aren't they so bright? It's a big and bountiful bouquet. Tonight, after the library closes and I have to go home, I will lean on the edge of my bed, stare at my lovely flowers, and stuff my face with a box of raspberries my mom gave me. Thanks, team!

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Guerrilla wedding?

I've started looking at wedding venues for the reception with my mom; we're checking out places in South Jersey, Philadelphia, and Wilmington. Even though we've already eliminated North Jersey as too expensive (hello, proximity to New York City!), all of these places on the East Coast are way-pricey. It's amazing how quickly the events salespeople can make me forget just how much money we're going to be dropping in a single evening. It's crazy! I don't think I have the courage, though, to plan a tiny wedding (family alone is over 100 people) or to elope or to plan a destination wedding so no one will come.

Now here's a fascinating alternative: the guerrilla wedding! (Cue the Dad joke: "Hey, don't say that about the bride! It's not nice!") I read about it recently in the WSJ. I'm sure you can save money this way (provided you don't also think it's a great idea to fly out your favorite band to the bar you rented out), but would this really be less stressful?? I'm pretty sure the last thing I want to worry about on my wedding day is an encounter with law enforcement.

Here's the full article:

Wedding Crashers: Saying 'I Do' in Public

Need an alternative to the $25,000 to-do? Introducing the stealth approach, where couples quietly trade "I dos" in a host of public forums.


It's not every day that Morag Stewart and Kevin Eggan plan a covert operation. But on a recent morning in Breckenridge, Colo., the pair put together a series of mysterious directions -- take the lift to the top of the mountain, look for the guy in the red jacket -- that ultimately led 80 of their friends and family to a clearing in the glades. It was a logistical nightmare, but the payoff was big: It was their wedding.

Have you been to a wedding in the woods lately? Or watched a couple tie the knot in the middle of a shopping mall? A small but growing group of intrepid couples are ditching the dulce de leche cake filling and glitzy chandeliers for something a bit more, well, impromptu. They're paying an officiant $300 to marry them in front of a prized painting at an art museum or asking a photographer to capture them whispering "I do" in a botanical garden before the security guards come running. The trend, once limited to a few postrecession penny-pinchers, is now flowering into its own full-fledged wedding-industry niche. Mary Beaty, an officiant in New York, says inquiries for these so-called elopements or guerrilla-style weddings have doubled in the past few years, while Jerry Schwehm, a minister in New Orleans, is now performing three times as many as he did five years ago. "Many of my clients run away from the traditional, scary wedding planning," says Kim Coccagnia, a wedding photographer in Beacon, N.Y. "They want small and intimate."

Given the lackluster economy, you can't blame couples for skipping the usual to-do in favor of a simpler -- and ideally cheaper -- affair. Indeed, the average cost of a wedding totaled $25,600 last year, down 11 percent from the prerecession high. And with more couples footing the bill themselves, there's less pressure to "do what family expects," says Beaty. Then there's the demographic trend: The average marriage age is now 28 -- up from 25 in 1990. Three-quarters of these couples live together first, which many say dials down the importance of emulating Mom and Dad's traditional wedding. That's particularly true for some longtime same-sex couples in states that now sanction civil unions. "We didn't want to make a huge deal out of it, because we've been together for almost 10 years," says Tasha Moss, who recently married her partner at a nature center in Chicago.

But just because a couple skips the chapel doesn't mean the planning process gets any easier. It can be tough to find pros, like photographers and clergy, who are willing to bend the rules, and pulling off a ceremony in a public place without drawing the wrong kind of attention (read: hostile security guards) is no easy feat. Couples who start down the guerrilla path to save may also find that costs add up surprisingly quickly: Despite paying zilch for their ceremony spot, Stewart and Eggan ended up spending close to $30,000 on their Colorado wedding. How? By flying in their favorite Boston band to play at a local bar they rented out. Says Stewart: "It was better than paying $80 a plate at some reception hall."

In some ways, stealth weddings are a throwback to the early 20th century. Back then, couples often said vows at home and then simply went to dinner. It wasn't until the 1950s that the bridal industry emerged and started wooing brides with fantasies of white weddings, says Stephanie Coontz, author of Marriage, a History. Of course, now couples don't blink when the $54 billion industry tells them to spend a year planning an event that lasts six hours -- and costs as much as a new car.
When graphic designers Carrie and Martin Gee got engaged, they decided to plan a formal affair in the gardens of the Boston Public Library. But as the questions about centerpieces and wedding favors started to stream in, they began to reconsider. "We looked at each other and asked, 'Is this really worth the stress?'" says Carrie. The Gees forfeited most of their library deposit and, several months later, walked into the Museum of Modern Art in New York City. (Coats hid Carrie's dress and Martin's tux.) With five family members, they stood in front of Vincent van Gogh's Starry Night and said their vows. "People realized what was going on and started applauding," Carrie says.

Of course, trading vows in front of a Dutch master isn't usually quite as simple as all that. The best guerrilla weddings, pros say, require plenty of coordination. Couples typically start by scouting a potential locale to see if it could feasibly host a ceremony. Often, they find that if they pick a slow time like, say, 2 p.m. on a Friday, there's less chance of getting caught. Then they must track down an officiant who'll agree to an unsanctioned event. As the date gets closer, couples choose whom to invite (less than a dozen people tends to work best), what instructions to give guests (arrive in groups of two to avoid suspicion) and what to say, should staffers ask questions. In Colorado, for example, Stewart and Eggan set up a group rate on chairlift tickets by claiming they were having a family reunion. "They kept telling guests, 'Don't ask any staff where the wedding is,'" says Jennifer Ballard, the couple's photographer.

There's a good reason for caution: Some venues don't allow impromptu ceremonies. The Museum of Modern Art, for example, does not permit weddings and says couples will be asked to leave if they're discovered. Disney World also bans them -- unless it's an official "Disney Wedding," which can cost more than $65,000 for a customized affair (Cinderella's crystal coach: optional). And it's not just venues that object to the idea; more-traditional folks may find that reciting vows in front of a large group carries more weight than a private ceremony, says Rachel Sussman, a marriage therapist and the author of The Breakup Bible.

Even the best-planned event can hit a snag. Ericka Tucker and Drew Tompkins set up a webcam at their ceremony at Los Angeles's Union Station, so family could watch via the Web. But when security guards spotted the couple's laptop, they cut the ceremony short. (A Union Station spokesperson says the courtyard where the ceremony took place is available for weddings but costs $6,000 to rent.)

Couples also run into problems with family over the ultrasmall guest list these affairs typically require. "It didn't matter that my mom's cousin happens to live in Chicago," says Moss, the Windy City eloper. "We didn't invite her." To soften the blow, Moss and her partner, Mel Morelli, arranged postwedding family dinner parties in several cities. Other couples have used a similar strategy and report that it can help soothe hurt feelings -- as well as jack up the bill.

Ultimately, wedding pros say, a successful guerrilla wedding often comes down to one thing: realistic expectations. Beaty, the officiant, says she recently found herself placating a bride who got mad when she heard she couldn't haul a portable arbor into Brooklyn Bridge Park. Says Beaty: "I don't think she understood the idea of being quiet and discreet."


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