Oct 31, 2008

#44 Feel-good Flick for Friday

awesomeness & attractiveness
Today is Halloween and IF we had Halloween in Greece, I would have liked to dress as Kung Fu Panda.

Dreamworks worked their magic again and the movie was great and so funny that my friend, Helen, who is in the hospital liked it so much she watched it twice in a row on her laptop.

Funniest quip with Jack Black's serious tone: "There is no extra charge for awesomeness and attractiveness".

Here is the Kung Fu Panda Music Video

Oct 28, 2008

Counting pennies

Things were tight. Things will get even tighter. Money keeps running out earlier and earlier every month with the steeping prices. Yesterday at the supermarket I stopped for bread and milk and was surprised to hear the customer ahead of me tell the cashier "Oh no... please don't hand me the small change, I'm trying to get rid of the extra baggage".

Proof that the economic situation hasn't hit all of us.
Yet.

Oct 27, 2008

Manic Monday Meme

Here's another meme to feed my blog. You're welcome to join @ Manic Monday.

What is the greatest value that guides your life?
honesty.

Fill in the blank: If I could be anybody besides myself, I would be ______.
uncomfortable.

What is one item in your house that you should really throw out but probably never will?
The single porcelain tea cup from my ceramic ware that survived the Athens earthquake in '99.

Oct 25, 2008


Oct 24, 2008

#43 Feel-good Flick for Friday

"Trains And Winter Rains" by one of my all-time favorite new age artists, Enya , who has has a new album titled "And Winter Came" coming out on 11/11/08


City Streets passing by,
Underneath stormy skies.

Neon signs in the night,
Red and blue city lights.
Cargo trains rolling by,
Once again someone cries.

Trains and winter rains,
No going by, No going home.
Trains across the plains,
And in the sky, the star alone.

Everytime, it’s the same.
One more night, one more train.
Everywhere empty roads,
Where they go, no one knows.

Trains and winter rains,
No going by, No going home.
Trains across the plains,
And in the sky, the star alone.

Da, da, da, da…

Trains and winter rains,
No going by, No going home.
Trains across the plains,
And in the sky, the star alone.

Trains and winter rains,
No going by, No going home.
Trains across the plains,
And in the sky, the star alone.

Oct 20, 2008

Public hall wedding

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Public hall wedding, originally uploaded by flubberwinkle.

One of the nicest and most laid-back wedding ceremonies I've ever attended and will always remember. The wedding ceremony and reception took place outside the Public Hall in Tavros, Athens. The decoration was innovative and beautiful (unfortunately my cell phone camera doesn't do it justice but I wanted to capture the moment).


Waiting for the bridal bouquet

All the eligible young women (my daughters included far right) waiting for the bridal bouquet from the dazzling new bride.


Wedding rice

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Wedding rice, originally uploaded by flubberwinkle.

One of the popular customs at Greek weddings is to throw rice. The word rice is rizi, which is also the root word for "rizono" and it means "to grow roots". When Greek wedding goers throw rice at the newlyweds they are wishing them a deep rooted and stable life together.

My friend's niece (who was the bride) -similar to my wedding wishes 20 years ago-, had asked that rice throwing be limited and if possibly avoided. Greeks are natural born teasers so the wedding audience enjoyed watching the brother of the bride and other close relatives shower the couple with several bags of rice after they had officially been pronounced husband and wife.


Oct 15, 2008

Blog Action Day 2008 Poverty


A short story...

Yesterday a poorly dressed and unkempt man approached me on the street with an outstretched hand and before he could ask, I mustered 70cents from my pockets and placed it on his palm. He looked down at his hand and then surprisingly deep into my eyes and told me I had a good heart. He squeezed the change in his fist and tapped his heart in a gesture of 'thank you'. I wished him well "na sai kala", shamefully humbled how grateful he was for such a measly amount and felt guilty I didn’t have a whole euro coin on me.
Is he still hungry? Most probably, yes.
Did my action solve his condition? Definitely not.
Did it make me feel better? Only for a few minutes.
Did it make him feel better? Only for a few milliseconds.

I am now blogging about his poverty. This means I have access to a computer and the Internet, which means I am better off than 90% (!) of the world.

Every time I give money this way to a fellow human being I feel incredibly awkward but for a slight change of circumstances I could have been or still might be in their shoes.

A long story...

With recent world economic events, we will be witnessing more people become unemployed, turned out of their homes because of bank loans, psychologically and economically broken and in turn hopeless and, more importantly, hungry.

With the climate changes that have affected the planet, there will be more hurricanes, outrageous bursts of rainfalls, flooding, earth slides, sudden horrific droughts and raging fires that will turn more people into homeless populations that will require immediate emergency care before the plague sets in. Those that survive will, in turn, become economic refugees in search of a new home and hope.

Poverty eradicated? As long as capitalism rules the planet, poverty will also exist. The wealth produced is not being distributed equally. People will be sold and exploited for cheap labor as human trafficking will continue to be the backbone of the rotten system that keeps it alive. The intervention of major developed countries, particularly the US, and local war lord puppets will keep holding entire nations hostage for oil, for gas or because that particular land is key to some other money-making scheme that will keep a developed country developed and the exploited country without sovereignty, without democracy, without a light out of the tunnel for its people.

The tumor has to come out, the system has to change. Man, the reigning animal on this planet, has to stop eating its own kind for profits. We need to provide all people with the right to live not just survive.

A story with no end...

Do the rich need to be THAT rich? Do the poor need to be THAT poor?
Why aren't governments looking out for ALL their citizens? Why do so-called "organized and developed states" allow people to live on the streets, go hungry and remain illiterate? Why aren't rich countries helping out poor ones? Why aren’t rich countries eradicating poverty within THEIR borders? The questions are child-like yet they beat against my skull every day with no logical adult explanation to shut them up.

We blog to learn more about poverty on Blog Action Day, because we need to help, we need to find a cause to counterbalance the insanity of it all even if it's merely giving aspirin to a terminally fatal cancer.

The moral of the story...

Childish post you say. I agree.
I can't speak/blog rationally about poverty.
There is no rationality to poverty.
At least not in the age of sending space shuttles searching for habitable planets while this one festers.


The Blog Action Day abridged story version...

Blog Action Day means action and not rants, so here's how I am fooling myself into thinking I made a difference against poverty recently:

  • brought Fair Trade gifts for friends’ birthdays from Hunger Site,
  • gave a donation to UNICEF's Trick & Treat campaign via Facebook,
  • donated music CDs , scarf and handbag to "Deytero Heri / Δεύτερο Χέρι" and brought stuff from them to support this Greek second-hand charity shop,
  • donated daughters’ hardly worn & outgrown shoes and clothes to a poor Roma family in the area,
  • brought chocolate and ‘Zapatista coffee’ from “Sporos”, to show my solidarity to the fighting farmers of Central and Latin America.

Oct 13, 2008

Bald is life

Last night my friend Helen and I were out on the town. She now sports a light fuzz of gray hair which will soon fall out again because she's doing chemotherapies once more.

As we stood in the line outside the theater, people pretended not to stare at her obvious cancer-stricken hair loss and the large white mass of gauze tape strapped across her jugular vein which holds the needle that shoots chemos in her jaded body.

We've been out before and I've witnessed the eyes of strangers darting back and forth her wonderful round, hairless head. She defiantly refuses to wear any bandannas or head ware. It is her way of telling people we shouldn't be afraid of cancer, afraid of the consequences of chemotherapy, afraid to say the word cancer aloud.

Last night was one of the nippiest autumn nights in Athens and we were in a rather long theater queue. I kept asking her if she was OK, worried she might catch a cold that could cause complications. I looked desperately around me for someone to gesture Helen to cut in line and head for the warm lobby as quickly as possible. No one did.

People couldn't mistake her health situation. However, it occurred to me that a cancer victim at a theater line was something people tried to ignore, because they were out for a good time. And the word cancer and good time rarely go together. I felt my insides burning with shame at how Helen and all cancer patients have to endure these stares.

I turned and saw Helen smiling that great big child-like smile of hers. She was excited to be there. And I realized that nothing else but her being there, being happy, being alive was what mattered.

Let them stare at my courageous friend, Helen. Bald means life.

Oct 12, 2008

"Sometimes" meme

  • Sometimes I just need: the chocolate.
  • Sometimes I want: to cocoon and find myself.
  • Sometimes I like to: be very busy and lose myself.
  • Sometimes all it takes: is a smile to make someone's day.
  • Sometimes I picture: a different world.
  • Sometimes I wish: computers could slap their users.
  • Sometimes I find: out (again) how nasty politics are.
  • Sometimes I take: myself for granted.
  • Sometimes I look: downright harried.
  • Sometimes I hate: being empathetic.
  • Sometimes it’s nice: to see all checkmarks on my to-do-list.
  • Sometimes it hurts: to remember my Dad.
  • Sometimes it makes me happy: to remember my Dad.
  • Sometimes it’s sad: to think how different things could have been.
  • Sometimes I listen: to the undertones of a conversation.
  • Sometimes I sleep: on the couch with the TV remote in my hand.
  • Sometimes I like to watch: infomercials.
  • Sometimes I feel: so fortunate.
  • Sometimes I rant: and get it off my chest.
  • Sometimes I never: back down.
  • Sometimes I really: just need the chocolate.

Visit "Sunday Stealing" for meme participation.

Oct 10, 2008

#42 Feel-good Flick for Friday

Ennio Marchetto is an amazing entertainer and is The Living Cartoon aka..the world famous quick change comedian. I plan to see him live in Athens in November 2008 [details here].


(Notice the little details like how he makes Cher appear or how well he impersonates Celine Dion's hand gestures).

Oct 8, 2008

The day I stood for 6 consecutive hours

REM from Athens, Georgia in Athens, Greece last Sunday night. They appeared as headliners for the free concert organized by MTV to celebrate the arrival of MTV Greece.

I could kick myself for not going to see REM live (and free) but I don't think I could stand standing in line for hours, uncertain if I'd be admitted, since entrance was on a first-come first-serve basis. MTV Greece consolingly broadcast the show live on TV and it was rewarding to view close ups of the group on stage.

Although two weeks have gone by, my knees are still aching from Jennifer Lopez's concert which Daughter#2 wanted to really, really go to. Her friends were either not allowed or not interested in going so she batted her eyelashes, said 'pleeeeeeeeease?' and chump mom that I am, I said 'hey, why not?'

The tickets wrote "gates open at 5.30 p.m." but not the actual show time. This being Daughter#2's first pop concert and her not wanting to miss a thing, she dragged me to the venue as early as 5.30 p.m.

Did the gates open at 5.30 p.m.? Nope.
They opened at 8.00 p.m.
It had been drizzling, cold and miserable outside and I was trying not ruin Daughter#2's outing by keeping all the foul words under my breath.

The wait was extremely long and a lot of people in the crowd started doubting whether Ms.Lopez was actually ever going to appear and if we would ever feel our toes again.

Daughter#2 had opted for "as close as I can get" position, whereas I found a nice nook on a guard rails to lean against, away from the fuss and elbowing. You would not believe how valuable that small rail became as people started dropping like flies from exhaustion on the floor and shooting me grumpy looks as I (pretended)looked relaxed against my rail. 5-6 peopled thought they had found the solution to their suffering and hoisted their tooshies on the rail in front of my face. Luckily for me, they could only sit for a few short minutes since the thin metal rod hurt their butts like crazy.

JLo in Athens Jennifer Lopez finally came on stage at 9.40 p.m. The show was decent, albeit short, ~67 minutes. She did all her known hits (there's buzz she lip sung), there was no encore but the staging, special effects and her on-stage energy were impressive.

As I stood there watching JLo do her thing and people of all ages around me going gaga I recalled how different the time I accompanied Daughter#1, age 14 then, at her first concert, heavy metal nonetheless. Her favorite metal group was appearing in Athens and she wanted to see them and none of her friends' parents were allowing their kids to go. Again, I offered to take her so she wouldn't miss out on the chance to see them live. THAT was definitely a blast. Having grown up in a strict family environment without the privilege of attending any rock concerts I was as enthusiastic about being there as Daughter#1. You haven't seen energy, until you've been in a small venue with thousands of black garmented metal heads swaying to and fro and jumping up and down in sync with music. Un.for.gett.a.ble.

Daughter#2 and I, each tried to pitifully capture some concert moments on our cell phones. The steady video takes are from me who wasn't jumping up and down, the bouncy video take is from Daughter#2 who was busy singing along, dancing and waving her hands in the air.

Oct 6, 2008

Manic Monday Meme

Here's another meme to feed my blog. You're welcome to to join @ Manic Monday.


What is one thing you admire about each of your parents? My dad's humour. My mom's perseverance.

Which parts of your home do you like best? Weird as it sounds, the bathroom. It's large, peacefully blue and the cleanest room in the house (my kids don't call me Monica from "Friends" for nothing) and it is the only place to be alone.

Which would you prefer and why? To have every stoplight turn green upon your arrival for the rest of your life or to have one week of the best sex any person ever had? Puh-lease! Less is more so I'll take the one week of great sex.

Oct 5, 2008

The Aging Meme

The Aging Meme from Sunday Stealing
Rules: All you have to do is either finish the sentence or fill in the blanks...

At a certain age women should: stop trying to look like they're still 20.

At a certain age men should: start acting their age.

When I was a kid I thought I would: never grow old.

Now that I am older I wish: I had been right.

You know you are too old to party when: you feel sleepy ~10 p.m.

You know you are too young to retire when: you can still work.

When I was in high school I listened to the music of: FM rock.

Nowadays I find I like the music of: all kinds of rock.

On my last birthday I: turned 42.

On my next birthday I want to: turn 32.

The best birthday present I ever got was: single gardenia with a moving birthday card.

The first time I felt grown up was: when I felt despair.

The last time I felt like a kid was: when I felt carefree.

When I read "If They Come in the Morning" by Angela Davis it changed my life.

Last year was: profound.

Next year I hope: everyone I love is still here.

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Oct 3, 2008

#41 Feel-good Flick for Friday

Feel-good Friday flicks are back with a song I'm stuck to, crank it up and "clap hands, c'mon!"


This is the official music video for Nikka Costa's new single "Stuck To You," directed by Alma Harel. "Stuck To You" appears on the Stax Records / GoFunkYourself album PEBBLE TO A PEARL, in stores October 14th, 2008.

FUN FACT: Nikka's trumpet player got lost on the way to the video shoot and couldn't find the place. Turned out that the catering guy was a trumpet player so they used him instead!