Monthly Archives: September, 2012

Say Yes to Michigan!

When I lived in London I was unmistakably “American” no matter what. Then I lived to New York, and was told that I “must be from the midwest, because I smile too much.” Only in New York could someone with my inadvertent scowl be consider too happy.

And although I have now lived in New York for almost 7 years (which I heard is the amount of time it takes to be considered “a New Yorker”), I will forever be a Michigan girl (besides according to my husband I still have a Michigan accent). I lived in Michigan for 23 years, and will always have a soft spot for the state (after all its where my entire family lives).

Michigan has been popping up a lot, so I figured I should dedicate a post to my home state.

First, if you ever meet someone from Michigan, you should ask them where in the state they are from. If they don’t show you on their hand, they aren’t really from the mitten state.

(if you’re wondering: I am from just north of Kalamazoo, in a town called Plainwell)

If you think this is strange, you are just jealous that your state isn’t shaped like a body part–Florida, I’m not talking about you..)

The tourism slogan for Michigan has changed over the years. In my youth it was “Say Yes to Michigan” which was pretty good.

But then came the BEST state slogan of all time: Great Lakes, Great Times.

And then in recent years for some reason they changed it to “Pure Michigan,” which honestly I’ve never warmed to. Then my mom posted this “Pure Michigan” tourism video, which is amazingly cheesy, but as a Michiganer, you kind of have to love it.

And last and most important, I was really happy to see the national attention that my (near) hometown of Kalamazoo got this week when the New York Times ran a feature on the Kalamazoo Promise, an amazing program in which public school students in Kalamazoo get all 4 years of college in Michigan paid for. If you read one article this week, make it this one, it will restore your faith in humanity. Get the tissues ready:

Kalamazoo Mich, the City That Pays for College, New York Times– September 13, 2012


A Literary Map of Manhattan


The New York Times Book Review has created A Literary Map of Manhattan: an interactive site where you can roam freely to discover where characters from your favorite New York City novels “lived, worked, played, drank, walked, and  looked at ducks.” Once you’ve discovered where exactly, from the northern tip of the island to the southern waters, your favorite characters partook in their adventures, you too can travel to these locations, whip out your favorite book passage, and re-live the moment. We can’t wait to get started.

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Kate Asana

Thanks YogaDork for finding this awesomeness:

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“There’s a future in books…and a book in your future!”

There are a few librarians in my extended family, and a lot of book lovers in all parts of my life. So for all you literary types, please enjoy these Library ads from the 1950s and 60s. Find more here. 


(if you know my love of puns, you know why I like this one)

(Is this suggesting reading a book together on the phone? Why didn’t I think of that as a teenager? Sounds like something I would do)

The Cult of Busy

As I mentioned I started a new full time job a little over a month ago, and as you may have noticed, my blog posts have become much less frequent.

Of course, commuting for around 45 minutes each way and working for 8-9 hours Monday-Friday leaves me with much less blogging time than when I was freelancing. And the end of summer brings a lot of events, and I was teaching a yoga class in the park on Sundays, and I have various projects that I’ve been working on…

In a word I guess you could say I’ve been busy.

But then, isn’t everyone? And isn’t it just an excuse? I could work on my still nowhere near finished novel, or write a blog post everyday, or do an hour of yoga everyday if I really wanted to write. After all, I know all about productivity and the magic of mornings.

The fact that I feel like there’s such little time for these things, the fact that I feel  simultaneously like I’m doing so much and but also have so much to do is what Tim Kreider talked about in his much shared New York Times article “The Busy Trap.” It was published in June, but I was too busy to read it until July and too busy to post about it until now….

The basis of the article is that:
1) people like to complain about how busy they are to make themselves seem or feel important/give their lives meaning.

2) The people who complain about being  busy have pretty much done it to themselves–their busyness is “self-imposed: work and obligations they’ve taken on voluntarily, classes and activities they’ve “encouraged” their kids to participate in.”

3) Tim Kreider lives some sort of Utopian life that cubical dwellers everywhere only dream of: he works for 4-5 hours a day, rides his bike and doesn’t have a T.V.

Admittedly  that last point grated on me, sure working for 4 hours a day and having tons of leisure time while still somehow making a living sounds great but very few of us have that option available to us. At least he admits this somewhat:  “Perhaps the world would soon slide to ruin if everyone behaved as I do. But I would suggest that an ideal human life lies somewhere between my own defiant indolence and the rest of the world’s endless frenetic hustle… My own resolute idleness has mostly been a luxury rather than a virtue.”

But the overarching point of the article, that our middle/upper middle class desire to stuff our days full of tasks and then lament that we can’t complete them all  is part of a deep desire to give meaning to our silly little lives.

“Busyness serves as a kind of existential reassurance, a hedge against emptiness; obviously your life cannot possibly be silly or trivial or meaningless if you are so busy, completely booked, in demand every hour of the day…It’s hard to see this pretense of indispensability as anything other than a form of institutional self-delusion. More and more people in this country no longer make or do anything tangible. I can’t help but wonder whether all this histrionic exhaustion isn’t a way of covering up the fact that most of what we do doesn’t matter.” Kreider points out. Well, sure, OK, when you put it like that.

I agree with his notion that when you give your brain space it can do amazing things:

“Idleness is not just a vacation, an indulgence or a vice; it is as indispensable to the brain as vitamin D is to the body, and deprived of it we suffer a mental affliction as disfiguring as rickets. The space and quiet that idleness provides is a necessary condition for standing back from life and seeing it whole, for making unexpected connections and waiting for the wild summer lightning strikes of inspiration — it is, paradoxically, necessary to getting any work done. history is full of stories of inspirations that come in idle moments and dreams. It almost makes you wonder whether loafers, goldbricks and no-accounts aren’t responsible for more of the world’s great ideas, inventions and masterpieces than the hardworking.”

Yes, but, left idle most of the world’s population would not create artistic or literary  masterpieces or make useful inventions or remarkable discoveries. Most of us would just sleep in and watch T.V.

So the truth, as it usually does, lies somewhere in between.  I think  both sides of the argument can best be summed up by the late, great Kurt Vonnegut: