This distinction is interesting as she argues that one can exist without the other. I.e. a person can not hold sexist views but participate in a misogynist structure. And vice-versa.
2. This weekend we had a few friends over for brunch. Not close friends. Sufficiently “not close” that we invited several so that we wouldn’t run out of conversation. Those are friends we don’t agree with on political issues, on material issues, on values.
I’m glad I hang on to those relationships, those you catch yourself asking, why bother? It often feels like work and even this time we didn’t leave happily agreeing on everything. But it makes me grow.
I re-discovered Bleubird, a blogger Caro and I read ages ago. At that time she did a year-long project, “a portrait of my children, once per week, every week”. Today it inspired me to do something similar.
“But I hate taking pictures.”
“But you love eclectic links.” he replied.
So here is it. A small project. “a selection of my links, once per week, every week”.
Bleubird’s IG. You let me know when you’ve figured out how she makes her feed so relatable and so full of sponsorship at the same time.
Why every city feels the same now: I have been (slowly) decorating our new home, and am obsessed with being not-hipster. No I don’t know what it means. Yes I can just feel it. This article describes the effect of non-place of a city. So it gives me a language to talk about non-place in a home. Like the armchair I just bought and love in an genuine way – I’ve just seen it in three of my friends’ home.
On another topic, Seb and I have low executive skills and vacation with a baby is difficult logistically. We were looking for places where we could eat, rest, learn new stuff and have farm animals, all in one place. Eumelia looks amazing. It’s in a middle of olive tree farm. With a from-farm-to-table restaurant. And goats! If you know similar places, please let us know.
An article that generated a lot of discussions with my friends last week is this one: the birth of the new american aristocracy. We asked ourselves, do we belong to this group, economically, culturally, philosophically (believing in meritocracy for example)? Does it apply in Switzerland? If yes will it express itself the same way, or are there systems (free education, spatial mixity, direct democracy…) in place to limit the crystallization of the gaps?
This coincides with my endeavor to learn the Fundamentals of Sociology. This Coursera class gives an overview from Adam Smith to Norbert Elias, covering Tocqueville, Marx, Durkheim, Weber and others. The lecturer is amazing. Join me if interested (I’m at Week 5, on Marx).
Result: the green beans are amazing and producing tons.
But for next year, we need to see how to get the timing right: the beans outgrew the corn so much that it bent the whole structure. Also we’ve had issues of corn cross-pollination. Look at all those empty seeds! So we’ll try higher density next year.
Yesterday I wrote about the mystery of traditions. It really was a short ode to them. I compared them to poetry, for heaven’s sake.
1. Learn more about the person than from the advice itself
But don’t be fooled. I usually am the first one to dismiss – to scorn even – social norms and obligations, which is why I am always surprised when I discover some good in them.
So I will probably only write good things about them, because the inverse is so obvious to me that I won’t bother.
2. Beware of the author’s obsessions
Unless I’m particular proud of an analogy. So today I’d like to add that true, traditions are like poetry. I didn’t even want to start on how traditions can be stifling and perpetrate inequalities, until I got excited that poetry is also stifling and rigid and how wave after wave of writers seeks to abolish the precedent rules of text structure.
So traditions are nice as long as they don’t eat up our whole lives; after all who would only want to speak in sonnets and verses?
3. Always remember that there’s theory and then there’s practice
It’s such a great analogy. I’m sitting here, very satisfied with myself… until he comes in, tiny arms stretched up asking for a hug.
He’s had two Christmases, two New Years. I’m wondering what kind of traditions do I want to pass on to him?
I’m not sure. My analogy seems quite useless now. I think we’ll just have figure it out together.