|january to august, 2014
||[4th August 2014|08:36 pm]
|||||til tuesday | voices carry||]|
so, corey got married in january in new orleans. most ridonculous wedding i have ever been to, hands down. first of all, new orleans. secondly, grammy award-winning brass band at the reception. thirdly, wedding and reception take place at bride and groom's friend's auction gallery. corey looked gorge, of course, in a 30s-ish cream dress that might have just been a long sleeveless top and skirt, and gardenias in her hair. i read one of the blessings and just generally felt more emotion and the dawning of realization about the monumental occasion that is getting married and what exactly that means, than i've ever felt at any other wedding. they had a bit of a traditional jewish ceremony, where they hadn't seen eachother for the entire week prior to the wedding night, and then at the venue, after greeting their guests separately, david came over to corey and veiled her. quite extraordinary in its symbolism and just how much it translated to some feeling deep within me about how corey was physically, mentally, spiritually going from her parents' family to this person, david, to create a new family. very, very moving. and then, yeah, an awesome party where rebirth brass band played hava nagila, and then jammed for about half an hour. i haven't even been to that many weddings of friends, but sorry, no one's topping this one.
then, i went to hawai'i in march and it was spectacular. here are a few pictures:
inside the diamondhead crater
diamondhead lighthouse from the top of diamondhead
waimea bay on the north shore, aka, now i know where the quiksilver logo came from
mountains from kualoa regional park
snorkeling at hanauma bay nature preserve
diamondhead from kuhio beach in waikiki
makapu'u beach from the lookout
sometime since january, i also realized that the governor of michigan's son was in one of my classes, and actually did his field placement at the place where i'm doing mine, a semester before me. also, this girl who won jeopardy was in one of my classes, too. and a bunch of football players, including quarterback devin gardner, were in one of my classes, too. social work is for famous people!
a couple months ago, i also went to a community meeting on homelessness in washtenaw county for my field placement, and they had a line of community members who wanted to ask questions of the panel. so this old guy gets up to the mic, and i'm thinking, okay, i've seen these guys before in gainesville, the old hippies who never left, with their tibetan caps on and long ponytail, talking about the government military-industrial complex, but the older lady next to me whispers to me, do you know who that is? and i said no. she says, that's allen haber, he started students for a democratic society. and i was floored and absolutely ashamed of myself for totally judging this book by its cover. the guy i thought had smoked too much pot back in the day and got trapped in a college town turns out to be the effing founder of SDS! and the reason i know SDS is because when i was little i was a super nerd and took it upon myself to read every single one of my mom's old doonesbury books, the ones that were released in installments, loving every panel even if i didn't quite grasp what they all meant, and i think mark slackmeyer had something to do with SDS, and here i was in the same room with the dude that started SDS! ann arbor's pretty cool that way, like it's a bedrock of transformative ideas or something ;)
went contra dancing in april at the pittsfield grange here in ann arbor. several cool things about this: the pittsfield grange is an old building that was used by farmers back in the day as a meeting place to do non-religious stuff, like have social gatherings (like dances), or political meetings, or town meetings, etc. granges existed in many farm or rural communities, and the pittsfield grange is sill used today for such purposes, though i highly doubt that any of the older regulars at the contra dances now are or were farmers anymore. i sort of knew about contra dancing from charles, the guy who ran counterpoise, the journal where i interned in college. he used to do folk dancing a lot, and when we went to DC for the ALA conference, made plans to go folk dancing with a group he knew up there, even, so big, big folk dancer, that guy. i always thought it was kind of for old people, since charles was pretty old when i knew him, and yes, when we went, there were more old people than young, but there were a good number of young people, and it turned out to be quite strenuous dancing indeed. not only do you have to follow the directions of the caller (and the old people were getting kind of testy with us new people, too, for not knowing what we were doing, and/or doing it badly) but then, the dance moves are so intricate and fast-paced that you have to memorize how to do it very quickly and keep doing it for three or four rounds. but seriously, it was soooooooooooo fun, like going to the atlantic but actually being productive. you know you're getting old when you'd rather dance for productive purposes than for the dark and drink and groovy music. organized dancing for exercise is probs for shizzle the best way to exercise.
on memorial day weekend, ryan and i drove to toronto to visit my dad who was working up there. pretty sweet trip, although the irony was not lost on me that we were going out of the country for one of the most american holidays. we went through port huron, over the blue water bridge, instead of going through the detroit tunnel or over the very scary ambassador bridge, mostly because traffic at the detroit border is pretty crazy. once you cross over the blue water bridge, though, it pretty much still looks like michigan because you're in sarnia, a town not unlike flint, detroit and benton harbor in its shrinking industry and population. when you cross the border out of detroit, on the other hand, you go right into windsor, which looks pretty nice from the detroit side, and gets a lot of tourism for the lower drinking age and casinos. from port huron it was about three hours to toronto, and we drove through hamilton and the greenbelt, also called the golden horsehoe for its stretch around lake ontario from niagara, through hamilton, to toronto (fun fact: this region is part of the great lakes megalopolis!). very pretty countryside, but very, very stinky of cow poo for miles. we tried very hard to go to a jays game, but those canadians apparently love their baseball. we did get to the CN tower, all the way to the top (courtesy of dad), and walked around toronto a lot. saw the university of toronto, which looked very english, and the ontario college of art and design which has a pretty crazy, and very arty, building. we walked through the fashion district (learned that toronto has a fashion district), the financial district, a legitimate and literal chinatown, probably on par if not more so than new york's chinatown, the entertainment district and cityplace, where we were staying. across the street from the condo my dad was renting was canoe landing park, which i just discovered was designed by douglas coupland, the dude who wrote generation x, and happens to be from canada! on our last full day in toronto, dad was working all day, so we decided to just walk around and bar hop. we found this really nice bar with this awesome bartender who made me this incerdibly tasty drink, but i haven't the foggiest idea now what the name of the place or the drink was (bar name:marben; thanks, google maps!). he did give us a tip on kensington market, so we headed in that direction, but wandered aimlessly into chinatown and u of toronto instead, and by this time we had to go to the bathroom really, really badly, so we walked back through the financial district in the general direction of the condo, and found a hospital, where despite my protestations of not wanting to smell the inside of a hospital, but being quite desperate at this point to use a loo, any loo, we went and found one inside without being too conspicuous. we found the ubiquitous irish pub in every city, too, and by that time had walked quite enough, but hadn't yet done everything, so we made a final stop in canadianness at the state-owned liquor store, which appears to just go by the acronym lcbo, or liquor control board of ontario. entering the lcbo felt very much like that scene in slc punk! where they have to drive to wyoming to get beer. everything in toronto was pretty expensive, but toronto itself was nice and extremely walkable. lots of little neighborhoods with lots to do and pretty much something for everyone.
july 4th weekend we went to oshkosh, wisconsin to visit greg. bowersox is always dying to see everyone all at once, so he planned to fly up, so i figured it'd be as good a time as any to drive over to wisconsin and see some of my friends, finally. oshkosh is kind of milwaukee lite, a very small town with lots and lots of bars (it is wisconsin), but it was really cool to just hang out with greg and bowersox. we played disc golf, and i lost my disc in some pretty nasty standing water that i just was like whatever, i don't see anything in there that could bite me, so i just waded in and got my disc. i was still cleaning the dirt out from under my toenails last week. unbeknownst to me, oshkosh is on lake winnebago, a very large, but not great lakes large, and pretty lake, that apparently greg walked across in the winter for some charity bar crawl that sounded utterly ridiculous and like something only people in wisconsin or minnesota would do. we walked around the lake on the 4th, some festival going on, basically an excuse to eat gigantic snow cones and marvel at how very many bikers and other tattooed people there are in wisconsin. bowersox was dying to rent a sailboat and go out on the lake, but there were no rented sailboats to be had, so he was pretty disappointed about that. i realized that most of the time greg and i hang out with bowersox, we're always saying no to things he wants to do mostly because we just can't keep up with his boundless energy. on the way to wal-mart to get food on the 4th, there were a lot of people mowing their lawns, a lot of women, actually, and i think we were listening to an old green day song, and for some reason as i looked out the window onto a bright midwestern day in a small town in the heartland listening to some old quintessential 90s music, i felt more american than i probably ever had in my life. i can't quite put my finger on why, but it's probably due to all of those adjectives. for how i felt, it seemed like i could have been living the lyrics to a mellencamp song right then, about our generation, and while green day is no mellencamp, i think they about sum up the state of american youth in the 90s and who we've grown up to be in this country today.
that about sums up what's been going on since my last twice-yearly post. i'd like to post more frequently, but with all the school work and field and work-study, i don't much feel like jibber-jabbering on the internet most days. but i've always liked sending my thoughts out into the ether, so maybe if i just make it a point to do it a little more frequently, it wouldn't seem like quite such an endeavor as it does when i wait so long.
until next time.