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Overheard at Curves
January 24, 2009, 1:42 am
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So I joined the exercise place “Curves” after Jacob was born to try and get back in shape.  Matt says it’s weird and feels like Alabama.  It is populated primarily with women over the age of 50 so I’ll agree to the weird part though they don’t really act like they are from Alabama. I have fun listening to peoples conversations there.

Today: January 23rd at approximately 8.30

Topic of Conversation: the Inauguration (yay Obama)

So this lady (who is doing ever less vigorous calisthenics while she talks) went to Washington this week to see the inauguration.  She loved it. It was crowded. Then it gets more interesting…. apparently her stratagem to keep her place in the crowd and not lose it… wear Depends! That way you don’t have to go to the bathroom at any point in the 5 hour wait to watch the speeches.  Never underestimate the tenacity of older women.

Jacob keeps pulling a blue elephant off his mobile and upsetting himself while doing it….I think he is surprised by his own ability (however inept) to influence the world.  He is slowly becoming more than an inert log! It’s amazing what one can do once you learn to move your hands.



Jobs!
February 2, 2008, 9:30 pm
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I have a job!  I have a job! I have a job! Three weeks into being home from vacation I just finished working my first week of work.  And it’s not at McDonalds or any fast food joint. I am not going to be condemned to the fast food jungle pits where survival of the fittest doesn’t exist. Actually I have been hired, (wonder of wonders) to do a rewarding job that I am excited to do.  I’m now a therapist for autistic kids.  So I will be spending the next several months helping autistic kids learn to cope with the world and learn basic skills.  How to talk to other people and hold a conversation and all that good jazz.  Which is really incredibly awesome.  I guess I’ll find out in a couple months but, they say that you end up watching kids literally bloom out of hard shells.  If I can survive through having my glasses wacked off and be stubborn enough to insist that they ask for their food, I think it will be really cool. Matt is officially decided to try and work as a freelance web designer and got his first small job this week.  He’s excited and rather daunted but, it’s a good time to try.  If you care to see his work go look at http://matt.freels.name .  So we are officially on our way to being gainfully employed!



Countdown
December 16, 2007, 9:43 pm
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2 days till we leave.  8 suitcases that weigh too much and a electric and gas contract that we can’t pay yet.



Arrivederci! Forever…..
November 30, 2007, 12:39 pm
Filed under: Italy, Transitions, Uncategorized

We’ve got 3 saturdays, 3 sundays, 3 mondays, 3 tuesdays, 2 wednesdays, 2 tuesdays, 2 thursdays and 2 fridays to go until we move back to the United States of America onto the North American continent and away from Europe, Italy and Vicenza.  Which after more than 2 years is a little weird.  It’s like coming into the last week of college or highschool all over again.  

Goodbyes are always hard.  I usually deal with them by practically ignoring them.  I say goodbye and I say I’ll miss you but, I’ve never been good at the teary or prolonged part and it just seems somehow less final to me to just say a simple goodbye and go.  That’s me. I have trouble feeling really sorry at the goodbye because somehow to  me it seems like a negation of the relationship itself.  I figure that friendships are precious and no matter how short or long they last because of the circumstances of life they are still beautiful things.  That in a way the time itself, the time that you had, is marred by long goodbyes that seem to show a need to say that it was sure that the relationship would stay the same forever. It is that way for most relationships and then for those that are most important you will do all you can to see them again to continue to be apart of their life so when you say goodbye it is always certain that it is just for a time. That is my rationale at least for my own behaviour although really it is probably just a way to let myself follow my own inclinations …..

I have found that my ideas of this run counter to the culture here in Italy.  I do not feel just in assuming either that things or people will remain unchanged or that any particular change is final.  What I have found here is that people assume constancy, believe in the possiblity of immutablity …. and tend to feel that to be transient is in a way to be a traitor.  So it’s hard to make friendships because they know that as a foriegner you will probably leave someday. Even harder in a way are those who do allow you to be friends that you eventually do have to say goodbye to.  

We’ve been saying goodbye for the last three weeks to different sets of people and really it’s hard …. mostly for me it is hard to watch their faces get a little harder, like their eyes are saying “You see! You are leaving.  I shouldn’t have trusted you because now I have to say goodbye, better not to have been friends and not have to say goodbye in this way.” Then their lips say: “Allora Arrivederci! perchè voi partite, vero? Tornate agli Stati Uniti per sempre.” (So Till we see eachother again! Because you guys are leaving, right? Your going back to the United States forever.) At that point watching their eyes and listening to their words I feel truly sad.  Not because I’m convinced that we will never come back to Italy.  In fact I am rather more convinced that anything is possible.  But to watch them feel hurt because I couldn’t stay for a life time hurts.  At the same time it makes me want to protest…. 



Naked Men
October 19, 2007, 7:47 pm
Filed under: art

So we went to Paris, right? And I finally got to see a whole lot of the Paris museums.  In one week we basically zipped through a brief visual history of the most important works of art in Western Europe from classical Greek to contemporary art.  Now I’ve got to tell you what I noticed.  The second day we were in the Louvre, while contemplating Ingres “La Grande Obelisque” my husband Matt made an observation.  He said that he’d seen a lot of naked women that day, and that though they were art you really couldn’t get around the fact that they were naked and women.  It was rather obvious that he was right about the quantity of naked women but, what I got to thinking about was the absence of naked men which I think is more notable then the presence of naked women.  With the exception of the ancient greek and sometimes roman art they were rarely naked men.  What I noticed was that the naked men that were depicted, again with the exception of the ancient greek, were naked apparently not for the admiration of their nakedness per se but because the painting was obviously imitating greek art.  The naked men were almost always in action and usually had some very conveniently placed swords or other similar objects.  It is true that the naked women were very rarely identifiable women, these weren’t portraits of real naked women.  The naked women were usually glorifications of female physical beauty instead.  Which is I think the key difference between the two depictions: men it seemed to be the museums were saying can be naked but, their nakedness is secondary in importance and they are not objects of beauty, women’s nakedness, in contrast, is very often the central theme of the painting and usually considered an object of beauty.  What was even more interesting to me is this same distinction persisted throughout the brief history of art we experienced.  At the George Pompidou I must admit it changes a bit but, there still naked women are blatantly pictured as objects of beauty or desire whereas naked men though they appear fairly often are always grotesque or ridiculous (with the exception of one painting by Picasso…but still not depicted as objects of sexual desire).  Even more interesting to me is that even when the artists were women you found that the same thing was true.   Because for the majority of time men have been the ones painting it has been natural for them to paint women as the objects of beauty or desire….women are objects of beauty and desire for men.  So nothing strange here.  What is interesting is that with the advent of rising women artists that we do not see the opposite phenomenon.  Why do women as artists do the same thing as men?  Wouldn’t it be natural for a woman to paint men as attractive and beautiful in the same way that men have seemingly always portrayed women.  I mean I think that there are plenty of women, and women artists for that matter, that do not find men’s bodies disgusting.  In fact I think there are plenty of women that find them attractive, so why do heterosexual women only paint women as objects of beauty?  I don’t actually buy the argument that women are not visually stimulated and so that’s why. That they aren’t wired that way in the same way as men I will readily admit but, that women are not visually attracted to men whatsoever is a bald face lie.  Anyway so considering that painting naked men as beautiful is just not done, it is also not excepted practice. It’s not traditionally considered art. So here’s my theory…… at our current point in history if someone wants to be an artist he/she has a generally excepted path to take when depicting naked people….woman as object of beauty, woman as grotesque and scary, man as grotesque and scary (or perhaps just a bufoon). Man as object of beauty painted by a man is considered an expression of homosexuality.  Women depicting women as art objects is considered standard practice.  BUT if a woman began depicting naked men as objects of beauty not as grotesque, stupid or scary (I’m thinking like the male counterparts for Degas bathing women) I think she would cause some stir.  I think because it is not done…because in the art museums you do not see men depicted this way it would be scandalous to an extent.  I think the woman artist that decided to do this and do it well might just have a shot at notoriety.  Perhaps it is a sign of the backwardsness of much of the feminism that has changed our society to date.  As women became artists riding the wave of feminism, the same wave that saw women become doctors and politicians, these women have distortedly become male artists rather than female ones.  So that women artists, just as male ones, depict women as objects of desire.  It is as if a female artist must, in order to be an artist, renounce their essentially female view point.  So I guess I’m challenging aspiring female artists to take hold of the fact that they are women and depict men as beautiful, and to rectify the situation.