Saturday, June 13, 2009

a fleeting thought

I've been thinking about something lately. Do you know what we really appreciate? We appreciate the things that we know aren't going to last. That bowl of ice cream? Delicious. But it we had sixty gallons of ice cream in the freezer that we had to get through? Ugh. Tummy ache just thinking about it. 

What about summer? The warmth. The carefree days. (Who has ever heard of the carefree days of winter? No one.) Why do we love summer? Well, because it rocks, obviously. But also because we know that it won't be here forever. Blink your eyes and suddenly it is fall, with winter nipping closely at its heels. 

Childhood. It comes and goes so quickly. That's what makes it so special. If your child was going to be a two year old forever? Living hell. But knowing that soon they will be going off to preschool? Cherish these moments! 

When someone you know unexpectedly dies it can make you appreciate life. You realize just how short life can be and you take full advantage of it. But usually we forget that. We see our lives stretching out before us interminably. And so, since there is always tomorrow where we can change and improve things, we make do with what we have today. But all those tomorrows suddenly become yesterdays and before you know it, years have passed and you are still going to that job you hate or are putting off your dreams. 

So again, I am going back to this theory that we appreciate things that we know won't last. 

But what about relationships? And this could really apply to any relationship: significant others, friends, parent/child.

What if you were told that you only had two years to be with someone and that you should just make the most of it, enjoy it as much as you can, celebrate each other? It's an interesting idea. I think it would be easier to overlook the little, annoying things that a person does when you know that you won't have to put up with it forever. My habit of saying "Yo," at the end of a sentence goes from being annoying, to quirky and endearing when you know you'll never hear it again two months from now. 

I'd venture to say that in some ways you would probably be happier in a relationship that you knew would only last two years. You wouldn't feel the need to change each other. You wouldn't nit-pick as much. 

I don't know if it would work though. I think most people would say, "Why bother? What's the point?" Why would you put all that work and effort into getting to know someone, to love someone, if it is just going to end? 

Yet do you not enjoy summer because you know winter is coming? Or is it sweeter? 

Obviously we love people and enjoy our time with them. That's true. But looking back, the time you had with a loved one seems so much sweeter after they have died or, less morbidly, the relationship is over.  

So why doesn't the whole "two year long relationship and then it's over" idea work? Why hasn't that become the ideal relationship cycle for our society?

I guess it's the idea that you are building a life together. Sure you can love someone for a limited time, but after those two years, where are you? Sure you have grown as a person but in terms of your life, you are back to square one. 

We (and I can make these random generalizations because it's my blog. So sue me.) are looking for someone to share the rest of our lives with. We want a permanent relationship. But does having a relationship that lasts a really long time make you appreciate it less?

My parents are celebrating their 45th wedding anniversary this year. Has some of the spark and sizzle gone out of their relationship? Has it been replaced with routine and comfort? Would their relationship have been dearer to them if it had only lasted two years? 

I would say no, because with that long term relationship comes something that you don't get with a two year relationship. There is love and trust, a lifetime of shared memories, there is growing together. And when that is gone it will be even more missed than a quick little two year relationship and will seem even sweeter. 

But that brings me full circle to my original point though- as you relax into the comfort of these long term relationships- you see them continuing forever and so you don't appreciate them (at the time) as much as you should. You don't cherish them as much as you should. 

So I don't think the answer is to actually have two year relationships that then end. I think the answer is to have long term relationships but treat them like the precious things they are. Remember that that person is a prize who can be taken away from you at a moment's notice and treat them as such. 

Wow, that's a whole lot of rambling for one night. I would erase it but that's against the rules. I could have just as easily summed it up by saying, "Life is short. Appreciate what you've got."

Now go tell someone that you love them. 


Wednesday, June 10, 2009

this is almost embarrassing

I obviously live a much different life than my friends who are married with children. That is a given. Their days consist of shuttling their kids around to daycare. Picking up toys. Dealing with temper tantrums. 

Don't get me wrong. I'm not really knocking it. I want that. 

Because their days also consist of watching their kids learn and grow and getting hugs from their kids and watching them sleep so peacefully.

But my life is very different from that. I'm young and single with nary a care in the world. I have a pretty simple lifestyle. Since graduating from college I have managed to keep my expenses really down by not having a mortgage, a land line, cable, internet, pets, a car (which means no insurance, repairs, gas, etc.) and as I already said in a previous post, I don't spend a lot on clothes/accessories. 

So what do I do with all this extra money? I go to the theater. I can't get enough of the theater. I have no desire to be in the theater myself, but I love to watch it. All types. Big venues, small venues and really, really small venues (i.e., a guy's living room.) 

And I go see concerts. There is nothing like seeing live music. It transports you. 

And I see sporting events. I don't usually watch sports on TV. Yet I love going to actual live games. 

I am a pack rat and keep ticket stubs and the like. I came across my collection of stubs today as I was cleaning and the lists of things that I have seen is impressive and at the same time almost embarrassing to admit how often I treat myself to a show. I want to start out by saying that a lot of these tickets were gifts. I don't actually waste my entire salary on tickets. 

I long for the day when I will have children but I also know how sad it will be when I no longer get to see all these shows. Here is a list (though it is not complete) of the shows I have seen:

Musicals and plays:
Wicked- 6/24/05
The Santaland Diaries- Theater Building- 12/16/05
A Christmas Carol- The Goodman Theater- 12/05
A Year with Frog and Toad- Goodman Theater- 2/24/06
The Spelling Bee- Drury Lane Theater- 3/31/06
Spamalot- Cadillac Palace Theater- 4/21/06
Golda's Balcony- LaSalle Bank Theater- 6/2/06
The Golden Truffle- Redmoon Theater- 6/06
Seussical The Musical- Chicago Shakespeare Theater- 8/18/06
Annie- Lasalle Bank Theater- 9/22/06
Altar Boyz- LaSalle Bank Theater- 10/13/06
Betrayal- Steppenwolf- 3/23/07
Wicked- 6/16/07
LookingGlass Alice- Looking Glass Theater- 9/7/07
Phantom of the Opera- 11/3/07
Hephaestus- Looking Glass Theater- 1/18/08
Carter's Way- Steppenwolf- 3/15/08
Avenue Q- Cadillac Palace Theater- 5/23/08
Mass Appeal- Oil Lamp Theater- 2/27/08
Funk it up about nothing- Shakespeare Theater- 7/4/08
Jersey Boys- 9/26/08
Dirty Dancing- Cadillace Palace Theater- 1/9/09
The Producers- The Community House- 3/6/09
Mary Poppins- Cadillace Palace Theater- 5/29/09


Comedy shows:
(does not include the numerous improv shows I've been to)
Ron White, Drunk in Public- Genesee Theater- 10/13/05
Vince Vaughn's Wild West Comedy Show- Vic Theater- 10/11/05
George Carlin- Joliet- 6/1/07
Ron White- Rosemont Theater
Bob Saget- Genesee Theater
B/w Barack and a Hard Place- Second City- 8/26/07
No Country for Old White Men- Second City- 8/16/08
Moral Fixation- Second City- 11/7/08
Fart City- Stage Left Theater- 6/1/09


Dance, puppets, magic, opera and circuses:
R/evolve- Theater Building- 7/7/05
Cirque Shanghai- Navy Pier- 12/1/06
Marionette Macbeth- Chicago Shakespeare Theater- 3/16/07
Once Upon a Time- Red Moon Theater- 4/7/07
Ringling Bros Circus- United Center- 11/18/08
Blue Man Group- Briar Street Theater- 12/26/08
The Magic Cabaret- Greenhouse Theater- 4/1/09
A King's Journey- Theater Handgemenge (at Northwestern U.)- 5/13/09
Cavalerrie Rusticana & Pagliacci- Lyric Opera- 3/9/09
David Copperfield- Rosemont Theater
Cirque du Soleil (multiple shows, here and Vegas)
Dr. Egg and the Man with no ear- Redmoon Theater

Concerts:
The Rolling Stones- Soldier Field- 12/10/05
Paul McCartney- United Center- 10/18/05
Barenaked Ladies- Auditorium Theatre- 12/7/05
Citizen Cope- House of Blues- 11/06
Roger Waters- United Center- 6/9/07
Super Diamond- House of Blues- 8/11/07
KT Tunstall- Vic Theater- 5/16/08
Liz Phair- Vic Theater- 6/24/08
Scorpions (with Ratt)- Charter One Pavilion- 8/10/08
Mason Jennings and Zach Gill- House of Blues- 10/11/08
New Kids on the Block- Rosemont Horizon- 10/24/08
Spinal Tap, Unwigged and Unplugged- Chicago Theater- 5/30/09
Ben Harper
Ani Difranco
Kris Delmhorst
multiple blues bands at B.L.U.E.S.

Sporting events and outings:
Kane County Cougars vs. Peoria Chiefs-  5/6/05
White Sox vs. Red Sox- 8/26/07
Medieval Times- 8/31/07
Six Flags Great America- 9/29/07
Cubs vs. MIL - June 26th ?
Wisconsin State Fair 8/8/2008
Kiddie Land- 8/15/08
Great America- 9/20/08
Enchanted Castle- 4/10/09
USA v. Honduras soccer- Soldier Field- 6/6/09
Sox vs. Detroit- 6/9/09

This doesn't include everything and this is just since 2005! Yikes! 

This is why, like my friend asked me lately, I don't go live and work at a bed and breakfast in Napa Valley. I love the city. I thrive in the city. I take full advantage of living in the city. 

Man, I've had a lot of fun! 


Monday, June 8, 2009

my biography

I seem to be reading a lot of memoirs or biographies/autobiographies lately. Or at least books about people writing biographies. Which got me thinking about my biography. 

If someone were to write a biography of your life, what would it look like? What are the major points that they would hit upon? What are the moments that made you into the person you are today? 

Has the really important stuff already happened? Or is it yet to come? Is everything I have done up to this point going to one day be summed up with a paragraph that reads:

Nikki B. was born in Oak Park, Illinois. The youngest of six children, she played many sports growing up and attended Carleton College. After college she worked as a massage therapist for many years before finding her real calling at the age of thirty.

I do hope that the really important stuff is yet to come. It would be sad to think I've already reached the pinnacle of my life. 

My childhood, my adolescence, my formative years are behind me. I didn't do anything particularly noteworthy in them. But those are called the formative years for a reason, they are what shaped and formed me into the person I am today. That's at least worth delving into a little bit, no?

Which leads me back to my original question which is what events from my childhood are worth mentioning? 

I guess it depends what I want the tone of my autobiography to be:

Funny? Do I mention the capers my brother and I used to cut? Do I mention lighting firecrackers off inside my Barbies' heads? 

Sad? Do I talk about the times when my mom had cancer?

Nostalgic? Do I talk about our family dinners at the dining room table? How we used to move the little eight inch TV into the dining room so that we could watch The Cosby Show and occasionally McGuyver during dinner? Not all the time, mind you, there was lots of quality family conversation too. 

I think that is the problem with autobiographies. They are too biased. You get to show your life the way you want it to be seen. On the one hand, nobody knows better than you what things were really important and shaped who you are. On the other hand, there may have been some VERY important things that you leave out because they make you look bad.

Is it better to have a biography rather than an autobiography? The biographer can have their own bias. They can't possibly have all the information. But they also gather information from multiple sources. If I were to write my autobiography, I wouldn't ask my siblings or friends what they thought of me growing up, that information, however, might really give a reader a much better view of who I am. 

I've toyed with the idea of writing an autobiography just for the fun of it and for writing practice. For some reason, the opening paragraph is what stumps me. How do I begin? 



Sunday, June 7, 2009

go team!

I had all sorts of plans to just come straight home after work last night, do some writing, maybe read for a tiny bit and then go to bed early. But a friend ended up having an extra ticket to the USA v. Honduras World Cup qualifying match so I went to that instead. 

The game was awesome. It was at Soldier Field and we had the second highest attendance for a USA game there. Soccer is definitely gaining in popularity. Everyone was really getting into the game. There was lots of screaming and standing and clapping. But I have to admit that the Hondurans still know how to cheer a lot better than we do. I think it is sort of sad that our only cheer is "U-S-A! U-S-A!" That's all we can come up with? 

I was in England back in 2000 and was talking to a boy from Scotland. The Scots are big rivals of England and he was telling me some of their more colorful cheers that they would sing at games vs. England. One of the cheers involved the names of two of their better players: 

We've got Larson. We've got Fraducker. (sp?) Fuck your Queen cuz she's a hooker. 

I'm not saying we need cheers quite like that, but something a little more creative than U-S-A!

normal family? is there such thing?

We had a meeting of our family book club on Friday. The book we were discussing was The Glass Castle which I highly recommend to anyone and everyone. Basically the book is about a very poor and crazy family. What makes the book so powerful is that it is a memoir. The things that happened to this family!! As they say, "You can't make this stuff up!" 

We were sitting around discussing the book. There was me, my sister, my cousin, six of my aunts and my grandma. We were talking about how angry the parents in the book made us. My aunt Dorothy turned to my grandma and said, "Thank you, Mom, for giving me a normal childhood." Which made me laugh. I turned to Dorothy and said, "You are one of 15 children. You did not have a normal childhood!" She laughed and said, "True, but at the time it felt normal to us." 

I guess that's true, even if you know that other people are living a life that is different from yours, you get used to what you grow up with and that feels normal to you. So this family that we read about in the book, though they were dirt poor and knew other people had money, didn't think that much about being poor because that is what they grew up with.

It reminds me of one of my favorite quotes:

The man who has food has many problems. The man who does not have food has only one problem. 

Anyways, it's a good book. Go read it. 

But back to the issue of normalcy... my aunt felt that she had a normal childhood because they lived in a house where they were fed regular meals and had the necessities and had parents who worked and took care of them. Which is normal compared to what the people in the book went through. But even if your family has all those "normal" attributes, would you describe your family as normal? What is normal? Even if it were a Steppford family, even that would be so stereotypically normal that it would be abnormal. 

As they say, "The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well."

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

living in a material world

I've decided to stay put in my parents' house for the time being. I originally was going to stay here for a couple of months and then find an apartment in May or June back in the city. But I keep finding more and more reasons to stay:

1) The economy is still bad. I could lose my job at any time.
2) With the money I am saving on rent I get to take tennis lessons. 
3) I really like having roommates, but because they are my brother and sister I don't have to worry about if we are going to get along or step on each other's toes.
4) My sister is a really good cook. 
5) I have a great balcony and yard where I can hang out outside.
6) I am only a block and a half from the el. 
7) All my stuff is at one place. Even when I wasn't living here I was coming out here at least one day a week and so was constantly either having to bring my stuff with me or just make do with what I had.
8) I have cable and internet here which I am getting for a fraction of what I would have to pay on my own. 
9) Now that I download podcasts to my ipod, the commute isn't even bad.
10) I like it here.
11) I hate moving and don't want to go through that again. 

My parents moved out a couple of years ago (and will be moving back in a couple of years when they retire.) They took a lot of their stuff with them so the house sort of has a deserted feel to it. I decided that if I was going to really live here that I should try to spruce up the place a bit, make it feel more like home, hence why I have repainted the kitchen and unpacked a few of my boxes. 

The living room was looking particularly bleak. I had all sorts of ideas of things I could do to furnish it and make it look amazing. And then I stopped myself. The point of living at home is to save money, not to spend a fortune on decorations and furniture and paintings. So I decided to make do with what I have. I went up to the attic to see what I could see. 

Attics are some of my favorite places in the world. I love to rummage through old stuff and discover little treasures- like the autograph book from my dad's 8th grade year that all of his classmates and teachers (mostly nuns) signed. I also found a set of shelves and my mom's old collection of elephants (stuffed, porcelain, etc.) from the 1970s. Very funky and weird and perfect for the empty corner in the living room. Sure, if I were to go out and spend a lot of money I could find something that looked better, but I wouldn't be able to find something with as much personality and history and meaning to me. 

So I settled for that and for some of my old maps to decorate the walls. It's a marked improvement from what it looked like before and I am proud of myself for not caving in and buying unnecessary stuff. 

It's hard living in this material world and not getting sucked into it. But do I really need all that crap? No. 

It's also something that I notice when I go out with my friends. My friends are beautiful, sexy, stylish ladies. When we go out they look adorable. So trendy. So hot. And I dig it. 

There are times when I get jealous of their things. There are times when I think that I should try to be more stylish. I'm typically the frumpy one in the group. So I think about changing. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that it is just not something that is important to me. And that's not such a bad thing. Cuz it's just stuff. I don't have a lot of money so do I want to spend that money on a shirt that is going to be out of fashion in six months? Not really. It is just stuff. Repeat after me- it is just stuff. 

I'm definitely a Libra. I see things from every possible position. On the one hand, we are born, live and die. Just a little blip in the big cosmic swing of things. Does all of this material bullshit and the jobs that we have matter at all? Should we be trying to find more meaning in life? If I die tomorrow is the outfit that I am wearing today going to matter at all? 

But on the other hand, if this is it, if this is what our lives are, shouldn't we celebrate that and surround ourselves with beautiful things that make us happy like gourmet dinners and cute little outfits? 

So what' a girl to do? I'm not ready to go join the Tibetan monks and give up my worldly possessions as I search for higher meaning in this crazy world. But I also don't want to be sucked into capitalist America where we are always wanting what our neighbor has, never content with what we have. 

I don't know that I'll ever have it quite figured out. For now I will just try to enjoy what I already have and I'll try to get my pleasure from things like the company of my friends and the warmth of the sun rather than from stuff. 

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

race relations

Race can be a touchy subject. It's not something that I talk about very often because somehow even just admitting that you notice things having to do with race can get you labeled as a racist. But here we go...

I was riding the el yesterday (seriously, why does every one of my stories start this way?!) and I noticed that I was the only white person on the el. It's pretty rare that I will be in a group of about thirty people and be the only white person. I'm trying to think of situations (other than riding on the el, where it does happen somewhat frequently) where I am the only white person. I don't think I've ever been in a movie theater, or restaurant or classroom where I was the only white person. 

It made me think about college and high school (though not my grade school, because that was actually very diverse) where there were only one or two black kids in my classes. I often wondered how they felt about that. Did it make them feel awkward? Did they feel like they had to prove themselves more? Did they not even care?

Being the only white person on the train was no big deal. I decided that I couldn't really use that as a comparison to how it would feel to be the only white person in a classroom because I really wasn't interacting with anyone on the train, whereas you have to interact with the people in your class. 

On this particular train ride it didn't matter at all and the only reason I am writing about it is because it was something that popped into my head. But there have been times on the el where it has mattered. Like when the crazy guy was ranting about wanting to kill white people. That was not the most comfortable ride I've ever been on. 

The train I take goes straight through the ghetto. And when I say ghetto, I mean ghetto. It has one of the highest murder rates in the United States. Which is kind of mind boggling. People who live just miles away from me are living a completely different life from me. It's like it's not even the same city. They wear different clothes, eat some different foods (if I told them that my favorite food was Chevre Chaud, AKA hot goat cheese salad, I am guessing they would look at me funny) talk with different slang, and have a whole different set of rules to live by. Seriously, picture Season One of The Wire. 

So I was on the train yesterday. I had my ipod on and was staring out the window, minding my own business and trying to not attract any attention to myself. I've found that this is a good way to survive train rides. Because did I mention that I am going through the murder capital of the country? You never know when you are going to have a crazy person on the train with you.

It was a fairly crowded train. There was a pregnant woman sitting across the aisle from me, she was talking to her friend who was sitting behind her. And apparently there was a third girl sitting behind me. 

The pregnant woman and her friend were talking somewhat loudly but I had my earphones in and was ignoring them, it was actually at this point in time that I was having the thought that being the only white person on the train wasn't the same as the classroom because there aren't interactions between the train riders. Silly me. The pregnant woman started yelling at the woman behind me. 

Why is she yelling at her, you ask. That's a fair question. Apparently the woman behind me looked at the pregnant woman funny. "What you lookin' at? Why you lookin' at me all funny? What the fuck's your problem? You better watch it, I'll fuckin' kick your ass!" 

The woman behind me tried to explain that she was not looking at her funny, that she was just sort of looking around and spacing out. But the pregnant woman was having none of it. I can't blame her, she got looked at funny. She can't just sit there and take that! 

Did I mention that I often wear sunglasses on the train as well, so that I can avoid situations like these? I should seriously write a travel brochure, "Tips for not getting your ass kicked while on the El."

Anyways, so the pregnant woman was extremely upset and hostile and kept yelling at the woman behind me. When someone is all in your face and yelling at you for no reason, it is hard to stay calm so of course the woman behind me started yelling too. This led to one of my favorite arguing techniques which is to talk louder, faster and continuously so that the other person can't get a word in edgewise. "Uh-uh, shut up, oh no you didn't, talk to the cell (?), I'm not even listening to you, talk to the cell, you are so ignorant, it's ignorant asses like you that give black people a bad name..." This was all coming from the pregnant lady. The pregnant lady then continued, "I feel sorry for you. You obviously have man problems." 

By this point I had turned off my music so I could hear better, though I left the earphones in and continued to stare out the window. I was learning new things, like "talk to the cell." I'd never heard that before. Also, saying that someone has man problems is apparently a real insult because the woman behind me got all up in arms when she said that.

But it led to an interesting exchange where the woman behind me said something to the pregnant woman about how she was probably on welfare. 

The pregnant woman admitted that she was on government assistance and rebutted that the woman behind me "probably doesn't even have a shorty (referring to having a child.)" 

The woman behind me admitted to not having a child and said something about how she plans to graduate. 

If I hadn't been a French major I would have been a sociology/anthropology major. I find different societies fascinating. And the great thing is that you don't have to go down to the Amazon and find some hidden tribe, there are all these different societies all around us. The importance of having a child and a man (though there was no wedding ring on the woman's hand) obviously heavily impacted the pregnant woman's decisions. 

She then said something that I found really interesting. She accused the woman behind me of taking birth control pills. "You probably taking birth control pills. Those drugs make you crazy. That's probably why you looking at me so crazy. Those pills make you crazy. You crazy. There ain't no drugs in this body. (pointing to her very pregnant belly) That's what's wrong with you. You crazy. I'll fucking kick your ass. And I'll tell you right now, I don't fight fair. That's right. Ummm, hmmm." 

The woman behind me got off two stops later and there was no actual fighting. Though the pregnant woman continued to tell her friend how she would have kicked the girl's ass and reiterated just how crazy that girl was, for about the next ten minutes. 

I had just never heard someone who lives in a normal, civilized society and who is not super religious ever go off about birth control pills like that. Like I said, it's fascinating how people live just a few miles from me, but their life is so different from mine! 

This exchange also proved that it's not really a race issue because you have the one black woman saying, "I'm actually going to graduate. I'm going to better my life." And the other black woman who felt that having children was the best way for her to establish her role in society. How you are raised and the culture you grow up in makes a huge impact.