fotografia courtesy of gawker
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Snacking Snack
Old Gender Roles With Your Dinner?
By Frank Bruni
Published October 7, 2008
fotografia courtesy of Tony Cenicol/The New York Times
Modern Love Snack
by Joel Walkowski
published June 8, 2008
Runner up in the NYTimes Modern Love College Essay Contest
fotografia courtesy of topleftpixel.com
Post Snack
I saw Matthew R. Gehring's PostSecret play last night. I was very much moved by the experience. It plays for the rest of the week on the 2nd floor of Tisch. I would post more information but I think it's sold out.
Upon much musing, I have decided that this snack site is sort of a descendant or derivative of PostSecret. What it stands for, how it operates. Tiny things that bring to mind larger things. Or large things, made small. Nibblets and Tidbits, Snacks and Secrets.
PetruSnack
Another column from The State Press at ASU.
Lesson from the grief-striken
By:Alex Petrusek
Published On:Thursday, September 4, 2008
This past week, I lost someone very dear to me.
I had spent the entire day at school, either in class or at meetings, re-immersing myself in the world of ASU. My mind was busy with buying books, making classes on time, clubs I was interested in and, of course, pretty girls.
By the time I got home and the news hit me, all of the previous twelve or so hours faded into trivial oblivion.
In the following days, I wore a black armband to commemorate her loss; partly to remind me of her presence, partly to remind me of how easily I’d lost sight of that presence.
I knew she was sick, and that the end could come any time. But I didn’t think about her inevitable death solely because I didn’t want to think about it.
Yet it happened anyway.
Life, however, continues onwards, whether I’m ready or not. Throughout this week, I have been continually struck with a combination of sadness and detachment.
I feel regret that I didn’t fully appreciate that which matters, not just in the passing of my friend, but throughout my life. I feel regret at walking through life with selective tunnel vision, focused on the flashy and immediate instead of the beauty I already know and love.
However, the experience hasn’t been entirely negative; I also feel a strange and powerful appreciation and acceptance.
Existence really does play by its own rules, and we all must come to terms with that which is out of our realm of control.
In the end, despite the pain I feel now, I know I am a very lucky man. Our lifestyles often perpetuate a busy schedule, and many of us end up involved in so many activities, attitudes, and “obligations” we forget who we are, where we’ve come from, and who has helped us shape that identity. Those closest to us, our families and close friends, appear to be guarantees, as running constants in a vastly changing life.
I assure you, they are no more constant than a single wave on a shore.In the upcoming days, look around at your friends and family. Slow down, collect your thoughts and busy schedule; listen to their words, pay attention to their actions, and appreciate that, for the moment, you are together.
You have been allowed that moment to share each other’s lives.
And that’s the only guarantee, really; a series of moments, to be appreciated one by one until they’re gone.
Because when those moments end, all you’re left with are memories, a picture-like shadow of what once existed in reality.
We may have our memories, but we cannot replace what has been lost. We cannot take it with us.
But we can appreciate it while we have it.
fotografia courtesy of frostfriends.org
Tinker Snack
tinker
noun
1. (esp. formerly) a travelling mender of pots and pans
2. (Scot & Irish) a Gypsy
3. a mischievous child
verb (to tinker with)
1. To try to repair or improve (something) by making lots of minor adjustments
2. To make unskilled or experimental efforts at repair; fiddle
[origin unknown]
Monday, October 6, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Yankee Snack
Yankees' postseason absence 'weird'
Seeing Cathedral dark will be new experience for many
By Mark Newman / MLB.com
Seeing Cathedral dark will be new experience for many
By Mark Newman / MLB.com
Not gonna lie...I'm pretty stoked. Schadenfreude?
Silt Snack
"Silt is soil or rock derived granular material of a grain size between sand and clay. Silt may occur as a soil or as suspended sediment in a surface water body. It may also exist as soil deposited at the bottom of a water body."
-Wikipedia
It is also the subject of a very important essay assigned to Doug Funnie.
Watch the episode here: Doug's Lost Weekend
Inspiration for this post provided by Sunil Gopal.
GeniuSnack
Tara Donovan was one of this year's recipients of the MacArthur Foundation "genius" grant. Subsequently, she was profiled in the NYTimes this week.
by Carol Kino
a nifty slideshow is accompanied here: "Material Wonders"
fotografia courtesy of Ellen Labenski, Tara Donovan, and PaceWildenstein NY
Snacklog
A reminder to all of those Presidential hopefuls in the wake of debate-time. Big ups to Willy Shakes for laying it out loud and clear.
Subject: A Rebirth of Snacks
Originally Sent June 20, 2008
Snacks on Speechmaking:
-Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
-Do not saw the airtoo much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
-Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
-O, reform it altogether. And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them; for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
-Go, make you ready.
fotografia courtesy of reuters.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Petru-Snack
A dear friend of mine from Phoenix, Alex Petrusek, is a new columnist this year with Arizona State University's newspaper, The State Press. I have decided to re-distribute some of his columns for those of us who are not privileged enough to be amidst his words on a regular basis.
Facing a bright future by questioning
Published On:Wednesday, August 27, 2008
You and I live in charmed circumstances.
The very lifestyle you were born into has afforded you the ability to attend this University, to pick up the very paper you hold right now and see these words I have written for you to read. In comparison to most of the world, we are all very lucky to be where we are today.
Strangely, despite it all, despite the air conditioning, the latest technology from Apple and all the gourmet coffee we can drink, I cannot ignore the undertone of desperate disconnect and unhappiness in this affluent world, in this University/city/state/nation you and I share.
Marriages are failing, isolation grows and people are becoming more and more inept at basic human interaction. We continue to pay an emotional price for having more and doing less.
Yet, in the ever-false façade of the American dream, I see more and more cracks forming, more and more plaster falling away to reveal the raw, emotional, beating heart that lies beneath.
That heart is strong, and it is beautiful. It is the heart that provides for love, compassion, honor, generosity and everything else worth preserving in the human condition.
But that heart has been abused, ignored, even forgotten, because of years of material prosperity, ill-fated conflict, cold war, terrorism and the constant fear that at one point, at any point, our lives could be taken away in an instant.
Fear, hate, greed and apathy have corroded the quality of our lives for too long.
As young people in this country, we inherited a system of government, a culture and a society we did not ask for. We did not ask for poverty, for massive debt or low-quality education, for broken homes or emotional immaturity. It has been handed to us.
But we have our youth, and we cannot allow our collective hearts to become embittered, as has happened to generations before. The future is bright, and the distance between the desperation of the present and the enlightenment of tomorrow is much less than it appears.
The aim of my column this semester is to offer a questioning of the deeper aspects of our collective experience — the questions about life that I have found no extant four-year university can inspire.
If we really are the future of this country, it is reliant upon us, and only us, to arm ourselves — not with weapons, but with the required intellect and emotional maturity to handle the rapid changes that will confront all of our futures.
And in this task, I hope I may be of service.
Alex can be reached by e-mail at alexander.petrusek@asu.edu
Wasilla Snack
Courtesy of our own Prague Agog, Max Reuben:
It is a website that lists various things that contain as many people as the great Alaskan town of Wasilla, home of my Auntie Pola and the ever-infamous Governor Sarah Palin. Pictured above, a giant LAN party in Texas that attracted 6,000 people.
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