Monday, March 19, 2012
maple syrup
Somewhere in the recesses of my memory lies my kindergarten field trip to a sugarbush to find out how to make syrup. We ate pancakes and poured maple syrup on them, enjoying their sticky sweetness. I recall watching the steam lift off the syrup as it was being made, and I remember the wooden, green darkness of the classroom and the round softness of my teacher. These are images only, brushes of moments-- much like a scratched DVD that skips ahead from scene to scene.
This weekend was a much needed break from the gloom of our overcast, grey skies in Buffalo, NY. It may not have snowed much, but the sunlight is a surprise every single Spring. The warm weather made it feel even better.
To celebreat (that was mistyped but I like it, it works), a good friend and I traveled to Freedom, NY, and visited the Moore's Pancake and Maple Syrup house. All you can eat pancakes (which were astonishing in their light, delicious state. I had three helpings-- nearly ten pancakes in all, and could have kept going except I'm really trying to lose weight here) plus large round sausage patties and scrambled eggs. The decor is all vintage artifacts from the six generations of Moores that have been running the restaurant and making their own maple syrup. They include photos, dresses, hats, shoes, farm equipment and an old phone.
Afterwards we toured to the sugarbush-- via 1951 John Deere tractor (possibly 1961)-- and hosted by a friend of the Moore family. While in Kindergarten I'm sure we were taught much the same process-- stick a hole in a tree, collect the sap and then begin processing it into syrup-- this trip meant a few more things.
First, I teach an Erie Canal program to fourth graders and we spend a good portion of our time discussing what the world was like "way back then." I try to describe the bumpiness of the wagons back then, and the noise -- well, the tractor gave me a visceral reminder of this past. Our fellow passengers included a 2 year old going on 3, and her parents held her tight. Our host talked about how he used to take a horse and wagon back there, collecting sap on snow that rested three feet high. We haven't seen snow three feet high in a while-- definitely not this winter, where I'd be surprised if we saw 6 inches total in the city.
Most striking to me, and to my friend, was the man's accent. That he had an accent was clear. He grew up near Arcade, not quite an hour away from the city of Buffalo-- and yet his earthy, farmer accent-- it sounded close to Canadian, and yet also a bit new englandish-- was strikingly not the way we talked. I grew up on the outskirts of the city of Buffalo, and between that and the time I spent in NYC, consider myself quite the yankee-- but a citified yankee. Now we were listening to the genuine "salts of the earth" and I was taken aback at how different we sounded. Perhaps, because he has worked so closely with his family's generations, he has retained the closest version of our colonial speech that remains. I almost envied his close acquaintance with our past-- he knows more about where we came from than I can ever hope-- inept as I am at telling the difference between a maple, an elm or an oak.
If you need to appreciate where you are, I can think of no better way than to travel back in time a little bit, and spend time with the folks who are connected that way. After all, I may be an adult-- but that maple syrup tastes just as good as when I was in Kindergarten. Sometimes a trip back is all you need to refresh living in the moment.
Monday, March 5, 2012
war on women... a personal pontification
The news (by which I mean Facebook), has had abundant posts about the current "war on women" from the GOP. Actually I don't care which political end of the table you sit at, what I do care about-- quite deeply when the guns are actually pointed-- is women's rights and elements of the language that is used when talking about women's rights.
Wow, sounds so archaic, doesn't it? Next thing you know and the label femi-nazi will return, along with all of the slurs and derogatory words used to project an idea of what a "woman" is and what our "rights" should be, as if we are separate and not equal.
Let's start with Limbaugh, since he made the most noise most recently. Calling a college student a "slut" in answer to her bold testimony about the use of prescription contraceptives for reasons other than strictly birth control (I went on the pill as one of the last resort efforts to clear my skin after years of terrible acne, before finally being blessed to find a doctor -- Dr. Stephen Comite, in NYC-- who helped me obtain Accutane.) is pretty bad. I was glad he was called out on it. But his calling the woman a "slut" didn't bother me half as much as his awful apology which was far from apologetic.
You see, any woman worth her salt-- any teacher, too-- can read through an insincere apology as easily as a bald-faced lie. "Johnny, did you punch your sister?" "Wasn't me!" "Don't lie to me. Go to your room!" is as easy for us as "Johnny, you apologize to your sister for punching her." "Fine. Sis, I used the wrong punch when I swung my fist at you, I didn't intend to hit you personally."
Right? His apology gave more validity to his initial statement. Rather than appearing truly regretful, his apology clarified it as a belief he holds.
What about the rest of this war on women?
My friend Carolyn Castiglia provided a nice little turn of the table in this blog she posted today: http://blogs.babble.com/strollerderby/2012/03/05/win-female-senator-in-ohio-introduces-bill-to-help-men-make-informed-reproductive-decisions/
I am particularly fond of the use of these words: “provisions to document that the symptoms are not psychological in nature, and would guide men to make the right decision for their bodies." This language mimics the language used in similar bills about women's health, and I'll admit that I get a squeamy feeling when reading it. It makes me feel like a "sensitive" man is trying to compensate for the fact that he ogles naked women in Penthouse magazine (or whatever is out there, I'm way behind the times. For all I know Penthouse went out of business. haha... nah.)
When it comes down to it, at absolute core, it is a belief that women-- for all of our quirks and hormonal shifts and the fact that we deal with all of that and men don't-- are still in need of protection from themselves. They need men... and legislation... to tell them what's what.
I understand that there are women out there who probably see Limbaugh's point, which I believe was about first amendment freedom or something. Easy to forget when he smothered it under the "women will have more sex on birth control and become sluts" mask. Speaking of-- yes, some women will indeed seek out more sex even if they are on birth control for mundane reasons (like acne control). To counter Limbaugh, I recall Dr. Oz recommending sex four times a week for better health. Huh. How about that.
And we women, I think, also realize that the abortion issue rubs right up against women's rights issues-- because it is, after all, OUR perogative about when to have children and when not. Except that... often, it's not. Culture, personal habits, health, drugs & alcohol, men with controlling and dominance issues, societies that don't give those rights to women, and competition between women themselves-- all of these things interfere with a woman's clear decision whether or not to have sex as a means of procreation. Lack of education and lack of access to birth control also limits women's freedom and their ability to choose.
So when the question of abortion comes charging through our government-- and those who want to maintain its legal status argue with those who wish to take away access to it, they argue as though it is a separate issue from women's health, as though women's health is a separate issue from women's rights. The fact is-- these things are closely entwined. Calling one woman a "slut" for speaking publicly on behalf of other women's health issues and telling another woman she has to have a transvaginal ultrasound as means of determining whether or not she still wants an abortion... that's exactly the same as telling a woman she does not have the right to make decisions-- for her body, for her country or for her family. Language that demeans and diminishes women's rights can be hidden in legislation designed for "the sanctity of all life".
My hope is that women continue to hold men's feet to the fire when they let loose a bit of truly raucous legislation-- or radio pontification-- and that we stand up for ourselves and our rights, always.
The war is, indeed, still on.
Caveat:
Having said all of this, the fact is-- I work with male musicians. I have worked in the restaurant business. My skin is tough and I have a Mae West sense of humor and sense of self as a woman. Hell, I have a show called sultry cabaret jazz and blues. You can pretty much guarantee that I'm not up there wearing a nun's outfit. So with all of the above, my caveat for this blog is context driven. Limbaugh holds a special place for his influence on his listeners. Legal legislation with language that effectively removes the woman herself from private choices she has to make-- also very important to consider. My band making a joke about "that's what she said..." eh, I'm bound to join in.
Yours,
Melissa
Wow, sounds so archaic, doesn't it? Next thing you know and the label femi-nazi will return, along with all of the slurs and derogatory words used to project an idea of what a "woman" is and what our "rights" should be, as if we are separate and not equal.
Let's start with Limbaugh, since he made the most noise most recently. Calling a college student a "slut" in answer to her bold testimony about the use of prescription contraceptives for reasons other than strictly birth control (I went on the pill as one of the last resort efforts to clear my skin after years of terrible acne, before finally being blessed to find a doctor -- Dr. Stephen Comite, in NYC-- who helped me obtain Accutane.) is pretty bad. I was glad he was called out on it. But his calling the woman a "slut" didn't bother me half as much as his awful apology which was far from apologetic.
You see, any woman worth her salt-- any teacher, too-- can read through an insincere apology as easily as a bald-faced lie. "Johnny, did you punch your sister?" "Wasn't me!" "Don't lie to me. Go to your room!" is as easy for us as "Johnny, you apologize to your sister for punching her." "Fine. Sis, I used the wrong punch when I swung my fist at you, I didn't intend to hit you personally."
Right? His apology gave more validity to his initial statement. Rather than appearing truly regretful, his apology clarified it as a belief he holds.
What about the rest of this war on women?
My friend Carolyn Castiglia provided a nice little turn of the table in this blog she posted today: http://blogs.babble.com/strollerderby/2012/03/05/win-female-senator-in-ohio-introduces-bill-to-help-men-make-informed-reproductive-decisions/
I am particularly fond of the use of these words: “provisions to document that the symptoms are not psychological in nature, and would guide men to make the right decision for their bodies." This language mimics the language used in similar bills about women's health, and I'll admit that I get a squeamy feeling when reading it. It makes me feel like a "sensitive" man is trying to compensate for the fact that he ogles naked women in Penthouse magazine (or whatever is out there, I'm way behind the times. For all I know Penthouse went out of business. haha... nah.)
When it comes down to it, at absolute core, it is a belief that women-- for all of our quirks and hormonal shifts and the fact that we deal with all of that and men don't-- are still in need of protection from themselves. They need men... and legislation... to tell them what's what.
I understand that there are women out there who probably see Limbaugh's point, which I believe was about first amendment freedom or something. Easy to forget when he smothered it under the "women will have more sex on birth control and become sluts" mask. Speaking of-- yes, some women will indeed seek out more sex even if they are on birth control for mundane reasons (like acne control). To counter Limbaugh, I recall Dr. Oz recommending sex four times a week for better health. Huh. How about that.
And we women, I think, also realize that the abortion issue rubs right up against women's rights issues-- because it is, after all, OUR perogative about when to have children and when not. Except that... often, it's not. Culture, personal habits, health, drugs & alcohol, men with controlling and dominance issues, societies that don't give those rights to women, and competition between women themselves-- all of these things interfere with a woman's clear decision whether or not to have sex as a means of procreation. Lack of education and lack of access to birth control also limits women's freedom and their ability to choose.
So when the question of abortion comes charging through our government-- and those who want to maintain its legal status argue with those who wish to take away access to it, they argue as though it is a separate issue from women's health, as though women's health is a separate issue from women's rights. The fact is-- these things are closely entwined. Calling one woman a "slut" for speaking publicly on behalf of other women's health issues and telling another woman she has to have a transvaginal ultrasound as means of determining whether or not she still wants an abortion... that's exactly the same as telling a woman she does not have the right to make decisions-- for her body, for her country or for her family. Language that demeans and diminishes women's rights can be hidden in legislation designed for "the sanctity of all life".
My hope is that women continue to hold men's feet to the fire when they let loose a bit of truly raucous legislation-- or radio pontification-- and that we stand up for ourselves and our rights, always.
The war is, indeed, still on.
Caveat:
Having said all of this, the fact is-- I work with male musicians. I have worked in the restaurant business. My skin is tough and I have a Mae West sense of humor and sense of self as a woman. Hell, I have a show called sultry cabaret jazz and blues. You can pretty much guarantee that I'm not up there wearing a nun's outfit. So with all of the above, my caveat for this blog is context driven. Limbaugh holds a special place for his influence on his listeners. Legal legislation with language that effectively removes the woman herself from private choices she has to make-- also very important to consider. My band making a joke about "that's what she said..." eh, I'm bound to join in.
Yours,
Melissa
Monday, February 27, 2012
Habits and morals
What's in a blog? I'm a bit late to the blog game, and am just starting to contribute. I expect, old fart that I am (technologically speaking -- let's face it, my favorite christmas gift this year was a record player), that by the time writing this blog has become a habit, the world will have moved on to the latest advancement of twittering every single thought that you think, without the hard effort of typing it all in with your actual fingers. Thought-twer, they'll call it.
A young child wore a shirt with a record player on it just a few weeks ago-- probably dug out of an attic or found at a garage sale-- and I asked him what he thought it was. "A DVD," he said, without hesitation.
Well reader, I hope you will forgive me a few rather more blase blogs as I build up the habit of writing in one. My journal is typically the place I turn to and, yes, handwrite my thoughts. Here-- what I intend to incorporate are stories, song lyrics, and observations about life which I find interesting. My hope is that you will too. I don't have anything catchy or gimmicky-- this blog is pretty much as low key as I can get. You may be interested in what happens backstage, or even onstage-- and some of the behind the scenes happenings as my music career does what it's supposed to do.
So I'll end this blog with a little *true* story.
Recently, I was assisting a friend with doing sound for a rally. The temperature was bitter cold (30's and a damn cold blustery wind), and we planned to stay in a vehicle, cleverly setting up the equipment so that the back door could close and it could still operate from within. The idea was that we would run the van, stay warm and toasty, and let the ralliers shiver and freeze in the cold as much as they wanted. They had our love and support, but the freezing was up to them. We set up the sound, running cords and cables through bushes, into the grass, around a gazebo-- and after a good hour of set-up and shivering, we hustled into the van and closed the doors, ready to work for a couple of hours. Turned the ignition in the key and... nothing! The battery, drained by leaving the key in the ignition with the radio on-- combined with the electrical charge of the equipment we were running-- drained it. Fail, on our part. So we used the van as a wind-guard, and literally shivered our way through the rally, playing music the participants could dance to so they stayed warm. Finally, only after the rally ended and we tore equipment down, were we able to get a jump from a rally participant. I suppose there's not really an ending to this story-- more a moral, than anything: Plan the van, and never trust the weather. The moral even rhymes. Thank you very much.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
On the run...
A short post to start us off on the right foot. Just about to head out walking, jogging (maybe) in the chilly 30 degrees that we have today-- before the sun goes down. I've been working out on the Wii Fit and can jog in place for 60 minutes, but I'm not so sure about on the road. Last time I tried I had to give up after about 5 minutes of jogging. You can bet there was no runner's euphoria or sense of accomplishment. Not exactly the most encouraging start. But-- I'm determined. Wii says I can run for five miles or more in 30 minutes, so let's take that to the bank and see what happens. Y'all can watch and laugh.
I'm starting this blog as another way to reach out to readers and music lovers and thinkers around the globe. It's titled after one of my songs, but perhaps it's also a way to encourage you to stop by. The read will be fast, the thinking... we'll dive a bit deeper.
Meanwhile, my feet are saying "Woman, you better get us out on the road, because we're about to walk over to the fridge and eat some ice cream, yes we are."
love ya,
Melissa
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