Abigail Adams: “Remember the ladies!” she wrote to her husband, though John Adams and the Founding Fathers still managed to forget.
Jane Addams: the founder of Hull House became the second woman to win the Nobel Prize for Peace.
Madeleine Albright: the first woman to become Secretary of State.
Marin Alsop: the first female conductor of a major American symphony (the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra) and a regular guest conductor with the New York Philharmonic, Philadelphia Orchestra, and Los Angeles Philharmonic.
Marian Anderson: the celebrated contralto whose open-air concert on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial galvanized the conscience of the country.
Maya Angelou: the Pulitzer Prize-winning poet and author who became the first poet to make an inaugural recitation since Robert Frost in 1961.
Susan B. Anthony: called “the Napoleon” of the women’s movement, she spent 60 years leading the fight for suffrage.
Sheila Bair: the current chairperson of the FDIC, she was one of the first government officials to recognize the problem of subprime loans.
Clara Barton: called “the angel of the battlefield” for her ministrations during the Civil War, she went on to found the American Red Cross.
Regina Benjamin: the current Surgeon General of the United States, and only the fourth woman to serve in that position.
I have recently become obsessed with poesy. Excuse me, I mean to say poetry. I know that poetry is often associated with snobs, but I am on my knees begging people to realize that poetry does not deserve such an awful reputation.
I like poetry because of the sheer emotion that I receive from reading it. I’m not a formalist who is only concerned with the literary devices. I think, like Oscar Wilde, I’m an advocate of art for art’s sake. I love the aesthetic pleasure that one receives from reading poems. (Granted, I also think that art can be useful in challenging ideologies, but that’s another discussion for another day.) The poem that I posted yesterday, Elvis Kissed Me, was haunting and actually made my eyes well up with tears. I love e.e. cummings because of his playfulness of spirit and willingness to experiment. And it isn’t just written poetry that I admire. K’naan’s rhymes in his rap songs are empowering, and Suzanne Vega has the ability to write lyrics that match her soft and wonderful voice. See, poetry now is most commonly found in music. So poetry isn’t snobby at all. Read poems and listen to poems that you actually enjoy.
Honestly, even though I recognize its intellectual value, I gain a similar visceral pleasure from poetry that I get from watching Glee. So go read!
1. Check out my little sister’s tumblog. She’s a pretty good kid. And she’s got an impressive sense of humor for a high school freshman. (Granted, she’s learned a lot from the master, which is me, naturally.)
2. Have you noticed? I’ve been updating my blog much more frequently lately! It might have something to do with the fact that finals are approaching, and I am progressively needing more and more study breaks. But I’m going to credit my increased tumblr activity to a lack of apathy. Anyway, I’ll try to keep this energy up from now on.
Haha, I stumbledupon this webpage. And this is what it told me. Enjoy.
(The following are actual stories told by travel agents.)
I had someone ask for an aisle seats so that his or her hair wouldn’t get messed up by being near the window.
A client called in inquiring about a package to Hawaii. After going over all the cost info, she asked, “Would it be cheaper to fly to California and then take the train to Hawaii?”
I got a call from a woman who wanted to go to Capetown. I started to explain the length of the flight and the passport information when she interrupted me with “I’m not trying to make you look stupid, but Capetown is in Massachusetts. “Without trying to make her look like the stupid one, I calmly explained, “Capecod is in Massachusetts, Capetown is in Africa.” Her response … click.
A man called, furious about a Florida package we did. I asked what was wrong with the vacation in Orlando. He said he was expecting an ocean-view room. I tried to explain that is not possible, since Orlando is in the middle of the state. He replied, “Don’t lie to me. I looked on the map and Florida is a very thin state.”
I got a call from a man who asked, “Is it possible to see England from Canada?” I said, “No.” He said “But they look so close on the map.”
Another man called and asked if he could rent a car in Dallas. When I pulled up the reservation, I noticed he had a 1-hour lay over in Dallas. When I asked him why he wanted to rent a car, he said, “I heard Dallas was a big airport, and I need a car to drive between the gates to save time.”
A nice lady just called. She needed to know how it was possible that her flight from Detroit left at 8:20am and got into Chicago at 8:33am. I tried to explain that Michigan was an hour ahead of llinois, but she could not understand the concept of time zones. Finally I told her the plane went very fast, and she bought that!
A woman called and asked, “Do airlines put your physical description on your bag so they know who’s luggage belongs to who?” I said, “No, why do you ask?” She replied, “Well, when I checked in with the airline, they put a tag on my luggage that said FAT, and I’m overweight, is there any connection?” After putting her on hold for a minute while I “looked into it” (I was actually laughing) I came back and explained the city code for Fresno is FAT, and that the airline was just putting a destination tag on her luggage.
I just got off the phone with a man who asked, “How do I know which plane to get on?” I asked him what exactly he meant, which he replied, “I was told my flight number is 823, but none of these darn planes have numbers on them.”
A woman called and said, “I need to fly to Pepsi-cola on one of those computer planes.” I asked if she meant to fly to Pensacola on a commuter plane. She said, “Yeah, whatever.”
A businessman called and had a question about the documents he needed in order to fly to China. After a lengthy discussion about passports, I reminded him he needed a visa. “Oh no I don’t, I’ve been to China many times and never had to have one of those.” I double checked and sure enough, his stay required a visa. When I told him this he said, “Look, I’ve been to China four times and every time they have accepted my American Express.”
A woman called to make reservations, “I want to go from Chicago to Hippopotamus, New York” The agent was at a loss for words. Finally, the agent: “Are you sure that’s the name of the town?” “Yes, what flights do you have?” replied the customer. After some searching, the agent came back with, “I’m sorry, ma’am, I’ve looked up every airport code in the country and can’t find a Hippopotamus anywhere.” The customer retorted, “Oh don’t be silly. Everyone knows where it is. Check your map!” The agent scoured a map of the state of New York and finally offered, “You don’t mean Buffalo, do you?” “That’s it! I knew it was a big animal!”
"Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of a man at twice its natural size. Without that power probably the earth would still be swamp and jungle. The glories of all our wars would be unknown. We should still be scratching the outlines of deer on the remains of mutton bones and bartering flints for sheepskins or whatever simple ornament took our unsophisticated taste…Whatever may be their use in civilised societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic action. That is why Napoleon and Mussolini both insist so emphatically upon the inferiority of women, for if they were not inferior, they would cease to enlarge. That serves to explain in part the necessity that women are so often are to men. And it serves to explain how restless they are under her criticism; how impossible it is for her to say to them this book is bad, this picture is feeble, or whatever it may be, without giving far more pain and rousing far more anger than a man would do who gave the same criticism. For if she begins to tell the truth, the figure in the looking-glass shrinks; his fitness for life is diminished. How is he to go on giving judgment, civilising natives, making laws, writing books, dressing up and speechifying at least twice the size he really is?”
Yeah, another feminist post. This is a passage from Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own. What’s interesting is that she wrote in 1929, but I could easily read this as if it were written in 2010. This passage frightens me for a number of reasons. Is Woolf unconsciously suggesting that progress would have been impossible without men belittling women? Is she implying the leaders, in general, must view themselves as greater human beings in order to be leaders? Is she condemning all men? I find this entire concept intriguing, but I read it skeptically. Just something to think about.
I’ve come to the conclusion that one of the most revealing actions that you can do to get to know a person is to check their Top 25 Most Played Songs on their iPod. I think a lot of people try to spin their music collection to sound like they’re really knowledgeable when it comes to music, but checking a person’s Top 25 is checking something that they can’t fake. I admit, when I was fifteen, I enjoyed telling the world that I had a great Pink Floyd collection on my iTunes. In reality, those songs were my father’s and I never listened to them. But my Top 25 then included Justin Timberlake.
I like to think that my musical taste has matured, so I took an honest look at my Top 25. And I’m pretty happy with what I found.
1. Left & Right in the Dark - Julian Casablancas
2. Imitation of Life - R.E.M.
3. Old Enough - Raconteurs
4. Sunrise - Norah Jones
5. Up Up & Away - Kid Cudi
6. In the Beginning - K’naan
7. Suicide Blonde - The Weepies
8. Candy - Paolo Nutini
9. Curbside Prophet - Jason Mraz
10. Hello - Tristan Prettyman
11. I’ll Do Anything - Jason Mraz
12. Love Love Love - Tristan Prettyman
13. A-Punk - Vampire Weekend
14. New Shoes - Paolo Nutini
15. Baby You’re Rich Man - Beatles
16. Making Me Nervous - Brad Sucks
17. Little Lovin - Lissie
18. The Train - Outkast
19. All The Way to Reno (You’re Gonna Be a Star) - R.E.M.
20. Salesman at the Day of the Parade - Rogue Wave