goddess of clarity

goddess of clarity

a blog about politics, popular culture, and serenity

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Just Beat It

The year is 1982. I am 11 years old. I own a cheap, knock-off zipper jacket. I own Thriller on LP. I listen to it a lot.

Mind you — I was 11 years old. I think there may have been a law back then. “All citizens under the age of 14 must purchase a copy of Michael Jackson’s Thriller — or tape it off their friend — and spend at least two hours a day in a ridiculous and ultimately futile attempt to learn the Moonwalk.”

Yes, he was a messed-up freak, but who made him so? Besides, “Wanna Be Starting Something” is pretty amazing,

PS — this is like the 10th time in the last few weeks that I’ve found out about breaking news on Twitter before anywhere else. Farrah Fawcett’s death, Ed McMahon’s death, the whole crazy South-Carolina-governor-cheats-on-his-wife-and-goes-missing-in-Argentina thing, even the severe thunderstorm we had earlier today.

Don’t quite know what to make of that yet, but it feels interesting.

–lori

Baseball’s The Best Game Ever Played and Here’s Why

First of all, under ideal conditions baseball requires of its fans three full hours of sitting outside in the sunshine. And there’s not much that’s wrong with that.

For less than the cost of a movie ticket, if you’re lucky enough to live in a town with a minor league team, you can spend your evening listing to the sound of the train whistle, drinking a beer or three, a watching the giant Italian sausage race the giant Polish kielbasa around the bases between innings.

And since baseball takes a while to play, there’s a correspondingly relaxed vibe in the stands. Even the guys who’ve had a beer or six tend to behave like colorful cut-ups rather than violent douchebags.

And finally — even if your team takes a pounding (as the Rochester Red Wings did last night to the Toledo Mud Hens) and even if you’re coming off a six-game losing streak (as the Phillies are tonight) — you have to work pretty hard to not have a good time at the ballpark.

Citizens Bank Ballpark

Take me out to the ballgame.

–lori

Blogs in the Age of Twitter

What happens to a blog when its creator moves on down the road to Twitter?

In a time of such interesting and important issues — energy policy, overseas reform movements, Project Runway leaving Bravo for Lifetime — this is hardly the most earth-shattering of questions. But as the increasingly scattershot nature of my blog updates suggests, it’s a question I’m still trying to figure out.

When I started Goddess of Clarity five years ago, it was the only manifestation of my “online presence” (and I couldn’t even tell ya what the hell an “online presence” was). Now, in addition to the blog, I have a Twitter account and a Facebook profile. I’m on Flickr, LinkedIn, and Ning. Even “old school” sites like Amazon, eBay, and Netflix have personal or “social” layers that encourage some form of community or communication among their users.

So where does the blog fit it?

If there is a continuum of the purely personal to the purely professional, I have always thought of Goddess of Clarity as purely personal. I made a decision when I started the blog to not write about work-related topics. I think that’s gotta change, and it’s been my use of Twitter that has led me to change my mind.

If we used to say that “the personal is political,” I think we can now say that “the personal is professional” (I first read that on Twitter, of course, but I can’t remember who said it.) In my professional life as the Web editor for the University of Rochester, it’s a good thing to inject a healthy dose of my personality into what I do every day and how I think and talk about what I do with others. That’s what Twitter has taught me, and it’s led me to re-think what I write about here on Goddess of Clarity.

So taking the social media “big three” — Twitter, Facebook, and blogs — here is my new breakdown of the role each plays in my “online presence”:

Twitter (@LoriPA) — mostly professional, with a healthy dose of the personal

Facebook (www.facebook.com/lori.packer) – mostly personal; goofy stuff that would never clutter up my Twitter stream

Goddess of Clarity — the sweet spot in between; my take on events in my personal life, popular culture, and politics; but also professional issues in higher education, Web development, etc.

Of course, the number of people who care about this can be counted on the fingers of one clumsy shop teacher’s hand. But as I wrote in my first-ever blog post:

I’ve created this blog for myself really, as a way of making some sense of the jumble of thoughts that passes as my brain. I may already be overreaching.

By adding some of the professional into what has been purely personal, I hope maybe that Goddess of Clarity can be a little less of a purely navel-gazing exercise and little more of a contribution — however small — to an ongoing conversation.

And don’t worry: I’ll still watch the Oscars so you don’t have to.

–lori

Five Days of Photos: Ireland 2009

Meg, Greg, and Dougie in Irish countryside

“Their second album was more adventurous but less commercially successful than their first …”

–lori

Five Days of Photos: Ireland 2009

Mr. Goddess on the Burren.

Mr. Goddess finds it’s barren on the Burren. 

Five Days of Photos: Ireland 2009

guinness sign in tree

“… and this is the tree where they grow all the Guinness.”

–lori

Five Days of Photos: Ireland 2009

No entry sign on The Burren

Don’t even think of entering here. As far as you’re concerned, the rest of the planet beyond this point is out of bounds. 

–lori

Five Days of Photos: Ireland 2009

Mr. Goddess and I are back from a rather spontaneous five-day vacation to Ireland with the lovely Swartzes and the lovely Keilys and it was all quite lovely. 

Don’t believe me? Check this out:

Dingle Peninsula

Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. You don’t see that running out to the Home Depot in Langhorne, now do ya?

–lori

We Now Return to Your Regularly Scheduled Blog

I blame laziness, overwork, and a generalized case of Spring Fever for the recent quietness here on the blog front. But I shall have plenty to write about, as soon as a return from my mystery vacation next week. 

For the PBS or CBC viewers among you, here is a hint to my vacation destination:

Ah, Go On!

–lori

 

My Life in Song

I’ve seen this musical meme making the rounds on Facebook and thought I’d give it a go. Using only song titles from one band, answer the following questions:

My band: The Beatles

1. Are you a male or female: She’s A Woman 

2. Describe yourself: I’m Only Sleeping 

3. How do you feel about yourself: I Feel Fine 

4. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend: The Fool on the Hill 

5. Describe your current boy/girl situation: Two of Us

6. Describe your current location: It’s Only a Northern Song 

7. Describe where you want to be: Across the Universe 

8. Your best friend is: This Boy 

9. Your favorite color is: Yellow Submarine  

10. You know that: Tomorrow Never Knows 

11. What’s the weather like: Here Comes the Sun 

12. If your life was a television show what would it be called: You Never Give Me Your Money 

13. What is life to you: The Long and Winding Road 

14. What is the best advice you have to give: Think For Yourself 

15. If you could change your name what would you change it to: Dear Prudence 

–lori

Capsule Movie Reviews

State of Play
The Little 06.03.09
Kinda forgettable, I'm sad to say. The BBC miniseries positively crackled with life and wit, where the film just fell flat (with the exception of Jason Batemen).

Up
Pittsford Plaza 05.30.09
Beautiful. I cried like a girl.

Star Trek
Culver Ridge 05.15.09
Oh my god, so much fun! Pine Kirk or Quinto Spock? Don't make me decide!

X-Men Origins: Wolverine
Pittsford Plaza 05.02.09
Big, dumb summer movie that was OK but could have been so much more.

The Watchmen
Pittsford Plaza 03.17.09
Had to be a bit boring and lumbering for those who hadn't read the book. But Jackie Earle Haley is both heartbreaking and kick ass as Rorschach.

Milk
The Little 03.04.09
Sean Penn is an actor who just looks so heavy -- when you see him on TV, you can practically smell the cigarette smoke and the anger. In Milk, he is all lightness and grace. He deserved his Oscar.