I've always thought it'd be interesting to be able to step into the world of many of the books I've read. When I was young and people read to me, I often imagined doing so. By the time I'd gotten older and was reading to my own children there were books build around entering other times-- Choose Your Own Adventure books and then the Magic Treehouse series. I think I probably enjoyed reading each of them as much as the kids did because I pictured myself entering each world. But it wasn't until I'd read Cornelia Funke's Inkheart that I actually heard someone else describe reading yourself into another world the way I'd always imagined it. I didn't particularly like the Inkheart world - it wasn't one of the worlds I'd like to enter- but I read the series because I loved reading her descriptions of people listening to a book being read and then finding themselves in the world of that book.
I wouldn't want to enter the storyline of most of the books I've read, just the world. I'm more interested in exploring the world and what it offers. For example, I've no interest in joining Harry Potter in fighting Voldemort, but I'd love to see the pictures and trading cards that move, the "live" chocolate frogs, the pensieve, the sorting hat, and a lot of Diagonal Alley. And imagine being able to do that without the inconvenience or expense of current air travel!
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
A Favorite Author?
Since I don’t have a favorite book, I’d find it hard to choose an all time favorite author. If push came to shove and I was forced to choose a favorite, I’d probably go with whatever author I’m currently enjoying. Right now that’s Connie Willis, the author through whose historical novel-sci fi books I’m slowly making my way. Last month, my favorite author would have been Robert J. Sawyer. The month before it was Geraldine Brooks. Next month it’ll probably be either China Mieville or Robert Charles Wilson, since I’ve got Embassytown and Vortex in my TBR soon pile.
While I don’t have a favorite author, I do have authors whose new works I will always try to read. These include a wide range of authors. Besides those I’ve already listed (and those I read regularly for more “professional” reasons), they would include mystery writers like Patricia Cornwell and Laurie King (though I’m having a hard time with her most recent Mary Russell mystery), novelists like Zadie Smith, Barbara Kingsolver, Lisa Genova, and Anna Quindlan, environmental essayists like Wendell Berry, Bill McKibben, and Michael Pollan, and a whole slew of science fiction writers.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Favorite Book?
When I was young, once I was reading on my own, I always seemed to have a favorite book (and often a favorite series). When I was first reading chapter books, there were Ruth Gannett’s Elmer and the Dragon
as a book and comics as my “series.” As my reading improved a bit these changed to Jane Trahey’s Life with Mother Superior, John Gunther’s Death Be Not Proud, and Nancy Drew mysteries. In early high school it was Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights and Herman Hesse’s novels, especially Narcissus and Goldmund.
As high school ended it was John Gardner’s Grendel and Loren Eiseley’s essays. In college I was always quoting Elie Wiesel’s books, especially his non-fiction, and T.S. Eliot’s poetry. At Union, that became Adrienne Rich’s poetry and Nikos Kazantzakis’s books (though never Zorba). Since then I’ve got through periods where it’s been the novels of Robertson Davies, Wendell Berry’s poetry, essays and novels, Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged, Zadie Smith’s On Beauty, and Kathleen Dean Moore’s amazing essays.
Today, however, if you asked me what my favorite book is, I don’t think I have one. I know which book I spend the most time with – the Bible—though that’s largely for work and if I could only take one book with me to be stranded on an island, that’d probably be it, but it’s not my favorite book in the way that some of these others have been. I’ve read a lot of books that I’ve enjoyed recently, but none stands out. I’m at a loss for why that is.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Summertime Friday Five
It's been a while since I've had a chance to do a Revgalblogpals Friday Five, so we must really have moved into the slightly slower speed of early summer! Today, we're asked to "share five things that are happening in your life, personally or professionally or some of each, in this season of life.
- For me, the biggest thing in summer is the garden which at the moment is full of peas, zucchini, beets, carrots, and collard greens ready to harvest. All the radishes, sugar snap peas, kale, and garlic have been brought in already but tomatoes, other squash, eggplants, cabbage, sweet potatoes and more are on their way. And so far this year, while we’ve had a groundhog and deer in the back yard, neither has made its way over the new fence to eat the plants.
- Workwise (until August when I take my vacation break from both) I continue to both do my pastoral job and teach philosophy at a local college. But starting next week, my denomination (PCUSA) will have officially begun to live without G-6.0106b—yes!—so it’ll be a chance for this out lesbian pastor to switch my energies toward getting the denomination to allow same-gender marriages.
- I’ve started participating in a year-long online version of a nonviolent communication group and am both enjoying working more thoroughly on some of the ideas in Rosenberg’s book and trying to apply them in my daily life.
- At home we’ve been inundated with unexpected plumbing problems that are setting us back thousands of dollars that we hadn’t budgeted. It feels a bit overwhelming, especially for the summertime, and the work is by no means done yet.
- And, though I only discovered it last evening, I’m very excited about the possibility of practicing flute in my county’s Really Terrible Orchestra. The music is a bit intimidating for someone who had less than a year of flute lessons a good number of years ago but the contact people have been lovely and I’ve very psyched about what fun this might be!
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Santorini
We stayed in the Majestic Hotel in Satorini, on the outskirts of Fira, from May 26th to May 29th. It was a beautiful hotel-
simple, tasteful rooms, separate patios (ours looking out on the Santorini volcano that some think caused Atlantis to sink), three swimming pools, a breakfast room, a great dining room, and more. It was a great place to relax. The first night we arrived, we ate in its Crocus restaurant where I had a wonderful vegetable lasagna as an appetizer and a very good pasta with mushrooms as the second course.
The next morning we had a late breakfast at the Capparis restaurant- a buffet with lots of pastries, fruit, eggs, quiche, etc. Then we headed to the pool to spend our Friday relaxing, swimming, and reading.
The water in the pool was cold and there was a real breeze but it was still sunny so I ended up with a burn on my face and arms. Friday evening we had room service bring in dinner.
Saturday after breakfast we walked into Fira to see what the town was like. We strolled up to the top of the town.
(Fira is perched on the top of a cliff and has small, stepped streets so that you climb up little by little to its height by the cable cars.) Along the way we stopped in the Ypapanti Church to get out of the sun for a few minutes. When we got to the cable car station,
Kathy decided to ride down to the old port and back while I waited and watched those who chose to take the donkey ride route instead. (Kathy is in the blue shirt toward the left in the left cable car.) There were some great views of the water and the town from that location.
After that we had lunch in one of the restaurants on Ypapantis Street and then headed back toward the hotel. We stopped at the supermarket and picked up some food so that we could have a picnic dinner. Because we had to be ready to be picked up at 5 am for the ride to the Santorini airport, where we’d get a flight to the Athens airport to head home, we headed to bed very early.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Cruising Days 3 and 4
On Wednesday May 25th we got a late start because we’d stayed up the evening before to see what entertainment on the ship was like. There was supposed to be a traditional Greek dancing show, which followed a Ms. Aphrodite contest. Both were awful. The “traditional dancing” was done by the ship’s crew, most of whom had very little skill in dancing, much less traditional dancing. Disappointed, we left part-way through the show.
We disbarked the ship in the late morning and spent most of the day in Rhodes.
Rhodes bills itself as the largest medieval town in Europe and, aside from Obidos Portugal, it was the first walled in city that I’d visited. After walking along the outer walls a bit, we entered through one of the gates and headed toward Ippoton Street (the Street of the Knights). Before that, though, we stopped at the Hospital of the Knights, built in 1440 and now housing the archaeological museum, though there wasn’t a huge amount of interesting things to see in the main courtyard and my leg was too sore (and we were both too tired) to climb up the stairs to the second floor with its various rooms.
Then we started up Ippoton Street toward the Palace of the Grand Master.
The street itself is in marvelous shape and seems (at least to someone like me who doesn’t know much of the history) to have kept much of the 14th and 15th century style that it had when the Knights Templar came to Rhodes from Italy to escape persecution.
After walking past the Palace, we decided to stop at one of the many restaurants on Polidorou Street to eat and people watch a bit.
We passed the Mosque of Suleiman (named after the Sultan who led a siege of Rhodes in 1522). Then we headed down Sokratous Street with its tons of merchants and shops, bought a bracelet for Becca and a handmade bowl for Dan, and then headed back to the ship. We ate dinner up by the swimming pool and watched the sun set as the ship pulled out and headed toward Crete.
On Thursday when we woke up we were docked in Heraklion, Crete. We headed out very early for a 7 am trip to Knossos. We boarded a bus and headed through the town of Heraklion itself,
passing a statue of three of the most famous artists connected with Crete—the writer Nikos Kazantzakis, the painter El Greco (who I’d always thought of as Spanish with an Italian influence but of course his being Greek makes sense given his name. Apparently during his time in Crete it was under Venetian control—thus the Italian influence), and the poet Vincenzo Kornaros (who I’d never heard of until the tour guide mentioned him). Most of the city wasn’t very attractive but then the part of Crete that is supposed to be green and beautiful is on the other side of the island.
We arrived in Knossos, some of the earliest Minoan ruins. I’d first learned about Knossos in a book called The Chalice and the Blade. In it the author had posited that Knossos reflected a civilization that had complete gender equality. While I knew that much of her research was considered speculative at best, it still intrigued me. I was also interested in seeing Knossos because many think of it as the origin of the story of the Minotaur in the labyrinth, since Knossos palace was said to have had more than 1000 interlocking rooms, forming a labyrinthine structure. It was also thought to be the basis for the word itself since the labyris (the double sided axe) was scratched into many of the stones in the palace.
When we got to the site of the palace, there were so many tour groups waiting that we were in a very long line. The guide told us about Arthur Evans and showed us lots of pictures in the book she carried with her, but she also tried to rush our group from area to area to ‘beat out’ other tour groups getting in line. That meant that each time we got to an interesting location, we weren’t given much time to see it but instead spent a lot of our time waiting in lines that had nothing interesting to look at. The queen’s chamber, with its dolphins on the wall and its toilet system was the most interesting part of the tour. There was no sense, at least with the way we went through the place, of how labyrinthine it was and there was barely time to look at the frescoes that had been left on the walls (all of which were given Arthur Evans’ interpretation of them).
After Crete we headed back to our cabin to pack our bags so that, when we arrive at Santorini around 3 pm we could leave the Louis Majesty and spend a few days relaxing on the island. At 3:30 –after all the people staying on the boat had disembarked—we were called to line up on Deck 2. When we got there, they hadn’t even loaded our luggage (which they’d picked up several hours earlier) on the ferry. They had people and luggage trying to come onto the ship but there was almost no way they could do so in the chaos of the luggage of those of us leaving. We waited and waited – while they tried to make a line of people to lift luggage, while they tried to figure out how to stack it on the ferry, while the ferry took off with the luggage but without us—and finally another hour or so later, we were allowed to get on the ferry. When we arrived at the Santorini dock, they had dumped all the luggage in a chaotic pile right next to the water. It took a while to locate our luggage and then find the shuttle bus that was driving us to our hotel, the Majestic. By the time we arrived that evening we were very happy to be staying in one location for several days.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Cruising Day One and Two
On Monday morning we headed to the port of Athens to board the Louis Majesty cruiseship along with about 1800 other passengers. Our room was on deck eight and consisted of two small single beds, a dresser, a half closet, a desk, and a shower/toilet—all small but comfortable—and it had a great window looking out on the water.
It took several hours for everyone to get on board and to take off. Once we did we explored the ship a little, learning that there was a room with internet (pay per minute), a library/quiet room, several dining rooms (one where waiters served you, one up on the pool level (though I’d hardly call the small body of water on that level a pool), and a large main dining room. We went to eat in the last. There were tons of different kinds of meat, cheeses, pasta, and a few fruits and veggies—not many choices for a vegetarian. There was also an elaborate assortment of desserts.. The sauce for the pasta had no taste. And we quickly learned after trying a few that most of the desserts—whether cake, pastry, or pudding-- tasted the same, like what used to be called whip and chill. I had a hard time in the dining room. People swarmed rudely over the food, piling their plates high, eating little bits of it, then dumping it and going back for more. It reminded me of the ugly American image, though many of the people on board were from Greece, France, Spain, Japan, etc. The combination of the food, the quality of the entertainment, and the continuous noise almost everywhere on the ship made it quickly clear to me that, while I thought it was a very efficient way to get from island to island, large cruises just aren’t for me.
In the late afternoon we docked at Mykonos, having about three hours to explore the island that is known for its beautiful white buildings.
Mythologically it was said to be the site of the battle between the Titans and Zeus. We walked along the dock and into the section of Chora (also called Mykonos, since Chora means ‘town’ and it’s the one real town on the island) nicknamed Little Venice.
Little Venice is right on the water’s edge (thus the name) and is a mixture of small alleys filled with shops, bars ,and cafes. Little by little we made our way up the hill toward the white windmills that dominate the view of the island.
Built by Venetians in the 16th century, they were used for at least four centuries to mill wheat (one of the main sources of income for those living on the island until tourism took over.)
The next morning we headed off the boat early (7 am) for the place I was most interested in seeing—Ephesus. We were met by a tour guide, George, and put on a bus to drive through parts of the port of Kusadasi Turkey out into the countryside.
The fields full of poppies and other wild flowers were beautiful. When we arrived at Ephesus, there were tons of tourists there. Our tour group was 11, so we were each given a sticker to wear with that number on it. George clearly had the tour down, telling us lots of interesting stories connected with the various locations we were seeing. (He’d been a middle school teacher for years and knew how to keep people’s attention.) Because there were so many groups, though, we had to go through each section very quickly with George talking as we walked. I would have loved the chance to slow down and spend some time at each location the way we did when Kathy and I visited Ostia Antica several years ago.
We started past the Odeian, the smaller of the two theaters we’d see that morning and walked down the main street of the agora,
pausing by the Gate of Heracles.
We then continued along Curetes Street to the Library of Celsus.
That amazing building has statues in niches, Corinthian columns on the two-storeyed building and marble covered with carved figures of Nike, Eros, and garlands. Some of the statues have words carved below them – e.g. sophia, episteme—showing what the statues symbolized.
We turned right at the Library and headed toward the main Ephesus theater, the one connected with St. Paul in Acts 19. The theater was from the 3rd century BCE but was enlarged by Romans to seat more than 25,000 people. After leaving Ephesus, we headed back to Kusadasi to a Turkish rug store where they served us apple tea and had a woman demonstrate how rugs are handmade. They then threw down one rug after another. As they did so, I watched Kathy’s eyes get bigger and bigger. Clearly we were going to be the proud owners of a rug of some kind when we left the store. After the sales talk was over, Kathy purchased a new rug for the dining room which will be delivered in about eight weeks.
We did a little shopping at vendors near the ship and then reboarded and headed off for a late afternoon on the island of Patmos. We’d been told that the tour offered wasn’t worthwhile –to just rent a taxi to take us to the Monastery of St. John the Theologian and the Cave of the Apocalypse—and I knew that after Ephesus I wouldn’t be able to walk up the many stairs to the monastery so we planned to just drive by and see them. We went to the taxi station and were told to come back in about an hour If that’s what we wanted a taxi to do. We headed into the Chora, the town on the island, and got some dinner and then an ice cream. We returned to the taxi station where we were told that a taxi driver would take us to the Cave of the Apocalypse, wait for us to get out and look around, take us as close to the Monastery of St. John as possible, stop while we took a picture or two, and then bring us back to the taxi station for 60 euros. The taxi driver pulled up and the dispatcher explained that to him. He agreed. We headed up the windy narrow road of the mountain to the Cave of the Apocalypse. As the cabbie drove he talked on his phone, driving about 60 mph and paying little attention to the road or its turns. It made me nervous. When we got to the Cave he told us to get out, that he’d be back for us in a half an hour or so. We explained that he was supposed to say but he said that he wasn’t doing that. Several people standing around tried to get in the taxi saying he’d promised them that he’d be back for them and he hadn’t returned but he drove off without any of us/them. We made our way over to the steps going down to the cave. There were too many for me but Kathy went down to the tiny grotto where John was supposed to have gotten the visions that he put in Revelation.
When she came out we looked around a bit and checked out the building the cave was in with its mosaic showing John and Prochoros, his disciple who tradition says wrote his visions down. Finally the driver came back. He told us he’d take us to the monastery and drop us off, picking us up again in about an hour. We didn’t have that kind of time and I didn’t feel up to standing so we said to just take us back to the txi station. He refused saying he was picking up other people at the monastery. When we got to the top—he turned to the back seat and argued with us all the way up rather than watching the road—he told us to get out. We didn’t, so he said to Kathy, “Take a picture quick”
and put three other people in the cab with us to drive down the mountain as quickly as he could. All of us in the taxi couldn’t believe the way in which he drove. He was a cab driver from hell (pretty appropriate for Patmos). We walked around town a bit more and then headed to the ferry to take us back to the ship.
I was so glad to be leaving that island!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Athens
In the morning of May 20th we arrived in Athens. Now that the Athens airport has been moved away from the city, we got a bit of a look at parts of Athens and the nearby countryside on the way to the Park Hotel on Alexandras Street. We passed the Olympic Park, the Botanical Gardens, the Archaeological Museum and a few other sites. For me the best site was the first view of the Piraeus, the port. I thought of the beginning of the Republic when the young Socrates was standing at that international port looking up at the city of Athens and the way it set the stage for his whole discussion on justice. Once we got to the hotel the room wasn’t ready so we walked down Alexandras Street to eat at a restaurant the Homeric guide had recommended. The restaurant itself had a nice outdoor terrace with nice flowers but for a vegetarian the food was mediocre. There was only one choice—a feta cheese pie. We then went back to the hotel, checked into our room, took a nap for a few hours, and then had dinner in the upstairs restaurant (which serves Japanese food, primarily sushi).
The view from the table was amazing.
We could see both Lycabettus Hill (the highest point in Athens) and the Acropolis lit up from two of the large windows nearby.
The next morning we joined Homeric tours for their ½ day tour of the city. The tour was awful. We stopped several places to pick up people going on the tour, waiting at each hotel. Mostly we just sat in traffic. We stopped near Olympic Park, not so much to see the park—there wasn’t much to see there—but so that the tour guide could get coffee and people who wanted to could use a restroom. We drove past Syntagma Square with Parliament and the Evzones (the ceremonial guards) standing at the tomb of their Unknown Soldier and Hadrian’s Arch. Then we headed to the Acropolis. There Kathy walked up the many many marble steps to the top to see
the Parthenon, the Erechtheum,
and the other buildings on the top while I waited in a park close to the bottom and watched the many dogs that live there (dogs seem to be everywhere in Athens) and the tourists going by in waves. When Kathy came back down to the park, we tried to find the tour guide, but all we found were a dozen other people from our group, none of whom could find her. We slowly walked down to the New Acropolis Museum, enjoying views not only of the buildings on the acropolis but also other nearby sites.
The museum opened in 2008 and has many of the treasures owned by Greece that have been discovered on the acropolis. (Part of the reason for building the new museum is, I suspect, to put pressure on other countries to return Greek artifacts to Greece. The museum says “We’re reading to house them and in the meanwhile everyone is noticing that, for example, the Elgin marbles are not where they should be in our museum but are still in the British Museum.”) The flooring of the museum is clear glass so that you can actually look down on the archaeological work that is happening below it. Inside we were able to see sculptures and artifacts from the Temple of Athena, the Erechteum, and other Roman and Christian Athenian archaeological remains.
After leaving the museum we walked down to the Plaka to find a place to have lunch, to shop for souvenirs, and to explore the area a bit. The area is very touristy- lots of shops trying to sell things—but still retains its charm with the small windy streets closed to most traffic, old houses, and great views of lots of the ancient ruins.
At the end of the day, after stopping in Agora square for a drink, we got on the Sunshine Express, a little train that does a tour of the Plaka area. It takes you past Lord Byron’s monument, the Byzantine Church of St. Catherine, the Aeropagus (where the ancient supreme court supposedly met and where St. Paul preached), the ancient agora, the Monastiraki and the old mosque, the Roman market, the acropolis, and many other places. It was the kind of tour I’d expected in the morning so I was very glad to have taken it. It gave me much more of a sense of what the layout and views of buildings during the classical and New Testatment periods would have been like.
On the third day, we got up early to go on a tour of Delphi. The tour bus was supposed to pick us up at around 7 am but it never showed up. At 7:45 we called Homeric tours and they said they’d forgotten. They sent a taxi to get us. When it got us to the bus—at about 9—people were still sitting in the bus waiting for other groups to arrive. There were only a few seats—none of them available so that Kathy and I could sit anywhere near each other—and people were clearly unhappy. They still couldn’t find our reservation, so at that point we decided to get off. We got a taxi back to the hotel. We were both tired and my knee was killing me, so we decided to spend the day resting. Kathy swam a bit in the hotel pool while I read and then we went back down to the Plaka for dinner and to see a few more of the archaeological sites we’d driven by the day before.
We headed to bed reasonably early because we were being picked up to go to the Piraeus at 7:45 the next morning.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
March 20th service
For a month and a half, I worked with two other women from South Church to design an experimental worship service focused on reconciliation. The goal of the service was to begin to expose people to ways of doing worship that might move beyond the traditional Presbyterian model. To do that we used various "experience stations" with different types of hands on activities. Because I had to leave shortly after the service ended that day, I received very little feedback about what people thought of the morning's experiences. Today, though, a member of the governing board sent me a link to a website where a visitor has written of his response to the service. Here it is:
Write up of experience (http://www.insighttrails.com/blog/2011/03/practice-letting-go.html).
Write up of experience (http://www.insighttrails.com/blog/2011/03/practice-letting-go.html).
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Environmental Shopping
There must be some better way to discover what would be an ecologically sound decision to make. We’ve spent a lot of time recently trying to find healthy, environmentally friendly personal care products and still haven’t gotten something that both works well, doesn’t have to be shipped from a long distance, and doesn’t cost a fortune. Today I wanted to get a case to protect the iPad we were given as a Christmas gift and I wanted it to be as environmentally friendly as possible. For me, that includes not being made of leather, which eliminates a lot of choices. Because Kathy already had a black case for her iPad I also wanted a different color. I found lots of options but none of them seemed great.
There were eco-friendly leather cases (which it turns out means they were still made from animal’s skins but didn’t use harmful chemicals in the processing).
There were lots of cases with environmental slogans. (My favorite was ‘lose the lawn’.) Unfortunately none of them said anything about being made in an environmental way and most of them were made out of leather.
There were bamboo cases. I almost bought one of these. It looked very nice. Bamboo can be grown every three to five years from the same plants, it releases tons of oxygen into the air while it’s growing, and it’s a pretty strong wood. I couldn’t tell though, whether it was grown using pesticides or whether the workers were fairly paid, it had to be flown from another part of the world, and it didn’t have a cover on it to protect the touch screen while it’s not in use.
I found some very nice sleeves made out of recycled clothing, but no cases. Sleeves are great for travel but don’t protect the iPad during daily use, when it’s also apt to be dropped, scratched, or otherwise injured. The sleeve that I liked the best, though, was made from a pair of recycled old jeans. While it wouldn’t help on a daily basis, as a travel option it’d be great. I think the next time one of my pairs of jeans wears out I’ll make myself one from them.
After a long time searching, I ended up in frustration by buying a blue silicon case for the iPad. It’s got a cover, it’s not made of animal products or plastic, it’s made in the US, and it’s not black. I think it’ll protect the iPad, but I’m not at all convinced that it was a sound environmental choice. There has to be a better way to make these decisions.
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