<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088366596820259740</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:57:44.376-08:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Campus Life'/><category term='Liberation'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Trader Joe&apos;s'/><category term='Hilarity'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Grad School'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Love and Artichokes</title><subtitle type='html'>All photographs on this blog, unless otherwise noted, are taken by me - Lauren Marie.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14665474104617647144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/363631768_eed82ebc03_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088366596820259740.post-1255095418324540222</id><published>2008-07-06T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T09:04:53.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Photo meditation</title><content type='html'>On July 4th I grabbed my notebook and JP's camera and headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.peacepagoda.org/"&gt;Peace Pagoda&lt;/a&gt; in Leverett, MA. I've been there a few times before with traveling buddies, but this was my first solo trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/2637850932_fa4c973de1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/2637850932_fa4c973de1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I did a walking meditation there with a friend. We walked up to the crest of the hill together in silence, stopping to pick up rocks or examine tree branches or sunlight or shadows along the way, and then parted to explore the temple and gardens for a while. It was powerful to share that quiet time with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I shared silence with a Nikon D70 SLR. I appreciated my journey's treasures in a new way by capturing them with photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/2640503998_a5ddc59edd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/2640503998_a5ddc59edd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say photography gets in the way of being really present. And sometimes it does. But snapping photos on my slow, playful walk up the hill made my heart full this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3170/2637849914_1017e956d3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3170/2637849914_1017e956d3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/2637847936_4e98bcf443.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/2637847936_4e98bcf443.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3088366596820259740-1255095418324540222?l=loveandartichokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1255095418324540222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3088366596820259740&amp;postID=1255095418324540222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/1255095418324540222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/1255095418324540222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/photo-meditation.html' title='Photo meditation'/><author><name>Lauren Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14665474104617647144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/363631768_eed82ebc03_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088366596820259740.post-266200318468211689</id><published>2008-07-03T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T07:24:54.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>My first official photo shoot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3247/2621013714_bc8f5e04c3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3247/2621013714_bc8f5e04c3.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg is a good friend of mine from grad school. She and her partner, Sara, are farming in Maine for the summer, so they invited me up for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two lovebirds are getting married in August (woohoo!) and asked me to be their photographer. I'm super excited, and super nervous, too. This will be my first wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, my good friend and photo mentor &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/jpcandelier/"&gt;JP&lt;/a&gt; is loaning me his awesome DSLR so that I can get used to it by August, and Meg and Sara agreed to let me do a practice shoot with them on the beach. As you can see, they're a lot of fun to work with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learned from that evening was that I need to think up some clever stuff to say while shooting. Apparently "Uhh... ok guys... do a thing..." doesn't really work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="codesnip-container"&gt; &lt;div class="codesnip"&gt;&lt;span class="sc2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://december.com/html/4/element/iframe.html"&gt;&lt;span class="kw2"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?group_id=&amp;amp;user_id=80041444@N00&amp;amp;set_id=72157605879561145&amp;amp;text=" align="middle" frameborder="0" height="400" scrolling="no" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.admarket.se/" title="Admarket.se"&gt;Admarket's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://flickrslidr.com/" title="flickrSLiDR"&gt;flickrSLiDR&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sc2"&gt;&lt;span class="kw2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3088366596820259740-266200318468211689?l=loveandartichokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/feeds/266200318468211689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3088366596820259740&amp;postID=266200318468211689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/266200318468211689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/266200318468211689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-official-photo-shoot.html' title='My first official photo shoot!'/><author><name>Lauren Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14665474104617647144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/363631768_eed82ebc03_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088366596820259740.post-5151798284612883376</id><published>2008-04-06T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T07:10:27.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>The Chicken and the Delicious Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I was thinking about why people decided eggs would be good food. Which I'm happy they did, but still... If I was hanging out with a chicken, I wouldn't see an egg pop out and be like, 'I could eat that'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;- Eddie K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v97/90/112/551877413/n551877413_160965_2913.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                 photo by someone else... maybe even Eddie himself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for that thought, Eddie. I've often wondered the very same thing myself, yet have never been able to articulate it as profoundly as you have here. You're hilarious and a great friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3088366596820259740-5151798284612883376?l=loveandartichokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5151798284612883376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3088366596820259740&amp;postID=5151798284612883376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/5151798284612883376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/5151798284612883376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/2008/04/chicken-and-egg.html' title='The Chicken and the Delicious Egg'/><author><name>Lauren Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14665474104617647144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/363631768_eed82ebc03_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088366596820259740.post-4557372290783013708</id><published>2008-04-04T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:39:59.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grad School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberation'/><title type='text'>(Pasty) White Privilege</title><content type='html'>One of my dreams is to be a documentary film maker. Today's world is a fast-paced one, with little time for meaningful conversation around issues that matter to us. In my experience, documentaries slow down that pace for a moment, creating an opportunity for dialogues that can change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The documentary that inspired me to make films is called "The Color of Fear." I saw it for the first time as an undergraduate student, and was so moved that I've watched it five or six times since. Each time I hit "play," I learn something new. I go another layer deeper into racism in the U.S. ... and into my own process of uncovering the pain and confusion I experience as I attempt to unlearn my role in this racist system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oax_57U91_Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oax_57U91_Y&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the 9th annual White Privilege Conference: an event established by a young black man named Eddie Moore, Jr. who wanted to create a family-like atmosphere to host difficult conversations about race, white privilege, and social change. I've always wanted to go to this conference, and this year, it's hosted in part by my grad program!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking into my first workshop on Thursday, I saw Victor Lee Lewis - one of the men in "The Color of Fear." When I saw his face, feelings of warmth and gratitude washed over me and my mind went back to the roots of my journey as an anti-racist activist. I never thought I'd be in the same room with this inspiring man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to say hello after the workshop, wanting to tell him what an impact the film and his role had on me, but he was pretty much swarmed. Luckily, he hosted another dynamic workshop today around internalized dominance and oppression with Peggy McIntosh and a few other inspiring speakers. I stayed after and was able to chat with both Victor and Peggy. What a great day! It was like an social justice activist's version of Disney World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2162/2388631974_a917707eff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 485px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2162/2388631974_a917707eff.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Victor was very gracious and asked that I email him the photo - he likes to collect them. Very cool, Victor Lee Lewis. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3200/2388632040_b7d0d79da3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3200/2388632040_b7d0d79da3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and Peggy McIntosh, author of "&lt;a href="http://seamonkey.ed.asu.edu/%7Emcisaac/emc598ge/Unpacking.html"&gt;White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack&lt;/a&gt;" and other works on white privilege and race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy: "Can I see the picture?"&lt;br /&gt;*looks at the picture*&lt;br /&gt;Peggy: "Oh dear... we look very pasty."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, that's what happens when you're... you know... white."&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy is awesome in person and a delight to talk to! She really gave everyone the time of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how some say that activists have that "fire" within? Well, sometimes my fire can get a little low if I'm feeling defeated, challenged, or without allies... This week, I gathered kindling for my fire. Thank you to all of my brothers and sisters out there doing this challenging work. You are an inspiration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3088366596820259740-4557372290783013708?l=loveandartichokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4557372290783013708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3088366596820259740&amp;postID=4557372290783013708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/4557372290783013708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/4557372290783013708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/2008/04/anti-racist-kindling.html' title='(Pasty) White Privilege'/><author><name>Lauren Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14665474104617647144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/363631768_eed82ebc03_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2162/2388631974_a917707eff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088366596820259740.post-2177388897094881022</id><published>2008-03-18T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T08:27:36.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Airport Duo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2101/2343166195_61a5c9acc0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2101/2343166195_61a5c9acc0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, how I love airports. There's something really lovely about being the practically invisible observer of so much tension, affection, and energy. I saw this father and son sitting by the window yesterday, just hanging out in some adirondack chairs. Serenity amongst chaos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm visiting Dad and the fam this week in DC. Sarah and Andrew are such cuties. I'll be writing more soon, undoubtedly with photos of their adorable selves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3088366596820259740-2177388897094881022?l=loveandartichokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2177388897094881022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3088366596820259740&amp;postID=2177388897094881022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/2177388897094881022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/2177388897094881022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/2008/03/airport-duo.html' title='Airport Duo'/><author><name>Lauren Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14665474104617647144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/363631768_eed82ebc03_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088366596820259740.post-7872073591992352918</id><published>2008-03-08T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T07:23:08.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grad School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campus Life'/><title type='text'>Heath Ledger Memorial Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2361/2320280848_97bd194a62.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2361/2320280848_97bd194a62.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was a spectacularly quintessential "university" day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I went to University Health Services (UHS) for a check up. One of the cool things about UHS is that they do pretty much everything in that one building - there's an emergency room, a clinic, and every type of doctor you might imagine. As I waited for a doctor, I was seated right next to the research lab, where I saw medical practicioners in white lab coats walking around importantly. I'd never seen this type of "backstage" to a medical office before, so I was pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I headed back up the hill to my building, I noticed a man seated casually on a bench, shouting... all by himself. Then I noticed that he was looking up into a nearby tree. My gaze shifted to the branches high above, and I saw that there was another man pretty far up that tree, climbing gear and all. This guy was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3MwN3HorJYw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3MwN3HorJYw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice chat with the two men - Damien and Dave - and it turns out the one in the tree (Damien) wasn't the typical arbor culture student (those guys are always up in random trees around campus). He's a political science major and was just climbing for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/2319440131_0f8790792a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/2319440131_0f8790792a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I continued on my way to prepare for that evening's SJE potluck. I whipped up a batch of Michael's "Heath Bar Delights" or some weird name like that. I'd tried them a few weeks earlier at a staff Cranium party, where I dubbed them "Heath Ledger Memorial Bars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the conservative route and labeled them "Chocolate Toffee Crunch Bars!" for tact's sake.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 6:30 I arrived at Ximena's house, treats in hand, and enjoyed an evening of conversation, running around the kitchen preparing food, and snapping some sweet photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?group_id=&amp;amp;user_id=80041444@N00&amp;amp;set_id=72157604072838708&amp;amp;text=" align="middle" frameborder="0" height="400" scrolling="no" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="http://www.admarket.se/" title="Admarket.se"&gt;Admarket's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://flickrslidr.com/" title="flickrSLiDR"&gt;flickrSLiDR&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3088366596820259740-7872073591992352918?l=loveandartichokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7872073591992352918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3088366596820259740&amp;postID=7872073591992352918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/7872073591992352918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/7872073591992352918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/2008/03/heath-ledger-memorial-bars.html' title='Heath Ledger Memorial Bars'/><author><name>Lauren Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14665474104617647144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/363631768_eed82ebc03_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088366596820259740.post-1220218184688610811</id><published>2008-03-05T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:40:27.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grad School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>What does liberation mean to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tonight in our Historical Foundations class we talked about liberation - what it means to us, whether or not it's possible... We have this type of discussion a lot. As social justice educators, we can narrow ourselves to only talking about working &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; oppression, but then what are we working &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v-0G6c2IJk0/R888-BYFgdI/AAAAAAAAABk/TT4UZ3W2QXE/s200/IMG_7427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174421533091004882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My favorite liberatory statement for today is a spin on one of Paolo Freire's concepts: "Liberation means living in accordance with our full humanness." Ah, yes. The idea that we already are fully human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had some fun today at work documenting the full humanness of some of my colleagues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v-0G6c2IJk0/R889nxYFgfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PQxf-1-ktCI/s200/IMG_7415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174422250350543346" /&gt;            &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v-0G6c2IJk0/R889nRYFgeI/AAAAAAAAABs/1PFFQt0SbDI/s200/IMG_7416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174422241760608738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lissa and Justin are regulars in the Cluster Office (attached to my office). Lissa, star RA, is the social glue that holds the staff together. Plus she cracks me up more than most people do. Justin, the Cluster Office Manager, is brilliant, caring, and on top of every aspect of his job. Today Justin and I talked about how to host a dialogue about the violence and threats on campus lately. Chatting with him gave me one more reason to feel hopeful about the future - and, of course, liberation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3088366596820259740-1220218184688610811?l=loveandartichokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1220218184688610811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3088366596820259740&amp;postID=1220218184688610811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/1220218184688610811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/1220218184688610811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-does-liberation-mean-to-you.html' title='What does liberation mean to you?'/><author><name>Lauren Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14665474104617647144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/363631768_eed82ebc03_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_v-0G6c2IJk0/R888-BYFgdI/AAAAAAAAABk/TT4UZ3W2QXE/s72-c/IMG_7427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088366596820259740.post-8480154782680308695</id><published>2008-03-04T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:26:33.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grad School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trader Joe&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Soycotash-a-licious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Naturally, my first "love and artichokes" post takes place on the eve of a very large homework assignment I have due the next morning. I find that when it comes time to get down to business, I usually wind up doing something to distract myself first. It could be facebook surfing, a short nap, or perhaps a heinous reality show. Tonight it's starting a blog. But the point is, it's never something I'd choose to do if I had free time. This makes me feel less guilty for not doing the work, but either way... I'm not getting it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/2311639912_3fc898cd2b.jpg?v=1204689412"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; text-align: justify; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/2311639912_3fc898cd2b.jpg?v=1204689412" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight's most urgent announcement: Trader Joe's "Soycotash" is officially delicious and worth buying. It's a frozen bag of edamame (baby soy beans), corn, and chopped red pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw a quarter cup of water into a bowl with the 'tash, cover, and microwave for 6 minutes. No salt, pepper, or butter needed. Perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3088366596820259740-8480154782680308695?l=loveandartichokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8480154782680308695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3088366596820259740&amp;postID=8480154782680308695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/8480154782680308695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3088366596820259740/posts/default/8480154782680308695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveandartichokes.blogspot.com/2008/03/naturally-my-first-love-and-artichokes.html' title='Soycotash-a-licious'/><author><name>Lauren Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14665474104617647144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/363631768_eed82ebc03_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
