Monday, March 30

Faces of Funny





Ever since I was a little girl, I've dreamed of a life in comedy. Along the way (I'm only 25, i know), life happened, and academia took more of my time than open-mic night...[actually, I've never gotten the courage up to try my hand at stand-up...professionally at least]. Maybe that's why I so enjoy Tina Fey's clever comedy and the fact that she is still a writer at heart. Knowing this inspires me to keep writing, keep dreaming, and keep cracking myself up... Today, blogging; tomorrow...? I'll keep you posted!




30 Rock Factoid: Liz Lemon's love of 'Sabor de Soledad" 
chips once led to a false positive reading on a pregnancy test.  


Say what you will, but I love me some 'fancy pageant-walkin'...



So, even Bijou, I mean, Liz had to work her way up to the boy's club...I laughed so hard I threw up...


BBC News Article - Monday, 30 March 2009 10:51 UK

Shopping sprees linked to periods


Women may be able to blame impulse buys and extravagant shopping on their time of the month, research suggests.

In the 10 days before their periods began women were more likely to go on a spending spree, a study found.

Psychologists believe shopping could be a way for premenstrual women to deal with the negative emotions created by their hormonal changes.

Professor Karen Pine will present her work to a British Psychological Society meeting in Brighton later this week.

She asked 443 women aged 18 to 50 about their spending habits.

The spending behaviour tends to be a reaction to intense emotions
Professor Pine

Almost two-thirds of the 153 women studied who were in the later stages of their menstrual cycle - known as the luteal phase - admitted they had bought something on an impulse and more than half said they had overspent by more than £25.

A handful of the women said they had overspent by more than £250.

And many felt remorse later.

Professor Pine, of the University of Hertfordshire, said: "Spending was less controlled, more impulsive and more excessive for women in the luteal phase.

"The spending behaviour tends to be a reaction to intense emotions. They are feeling stressed or depressed and are more likely to go shopping to cheer themselves up and using it to regulate their emotions."

Hormonal

She said much of this could be explained by hormonal changes during the menstrual cycle. And the findings were exaggerated in the women with severe PMT.

"We are getting surges and fluctuations in hormones which affect the part of the brain linked to emotions and inhibitory control. So the behaviour we found is not surprising."

Another explanation might be that women are buying items to make themselves feel more attractive - coinciding with the time of ovulation when they are most fertile, typically around 14 days before the start of a period.

Most of the purchases made by the women were for adornment, including jewellery, make-up and high heels.

Professor Pine said: "Other researchers have found there is an ornamental effect around the time of ovulation."

Researchers have found women tend to dress to impress during their fertile days.

Professor Pine, author of the book Sheconomics, said if women were worried about their spending behaviour they might avoid going shopping in the week before their period was due.

Friday, March 27


This old house is falling down around my ears
I'm drowning in a river of my tears
When all my will is gone you hold me swaying
I need you at the dimming of the day

You pull me like the moon
pulls on the tide
You know just where I keep my better side

What days have come to keep us far apart
A broken promise or a broken heart
Now all the bonny birds have wheeled away
I need you at the dimming of the day

Come the night you're only what I want
Come the night you could be my confidant

I see you on the street and in company
Why don't you come and ease your mind with me
I'm living for the night we steal away
And, I need you at the dimming of the day
Yes, I need you at the dimming of the day...

Recorded by Bonnie Rait
Written by Richard Thompson
Photo Credit: Embrace
Artist: Richard Ford


So it's Friday! I'm almost down to my last week(s) here with Extension. The funding for my position was cut earlier this month and so I'm back in the job market. Maybe not for long. There is the prospect of a departmental transfer, that I'm not super-excited about. I think it's really interesting how things come about at such unique times coalescing with circumstances that, on a surface level, may seem unrelated. Little things like this reaffirm that God is in control...how ever out of control I may feel, I can rest on that.

So what's next for me? Your guess may be as good as mine. But for now, I'm trying to take it all in and make some sound decisions. Don't know how good of a job I'm doing at this, but I'm trying. I would ideally like to find myself in a non-routinized position where my creativity is allowed to thrive. Documentary production is at the forefront of my consciousness, so I'm trying to identify a career-route that could lead me to the autonomy and freedom of someday making my livelihood off of my own creative work. I recently shared a conversation in which I discussed my long-standing fear and disdain for working a 'desk-job'...8-5...day after day. I realize that for some people this is very satisfying; the predictability may suit them just fine. But as far back as I can remember...[as long as i've know such a thing existed], I have dreaded and feared the monotony of the proverbial 'desk job'. As a society we undoubtedly need individuals who thrive in these types of occupations, but for me, I know I want something different. Even if part of what I end up doing requires some degree of routine and 'desk work', at least I might potentially have the luxury of setting the schedule of these events.

So yes, it's still Friday, but instead of anticipating-the-weekend-excitement, I feel choked down with the doldrums. I received my 'Real-Simple' daily quote in my inbox this morning, and it made me think...so maybe you'll enjoy it too:

"In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order."

—Carl Jung

So here's to trusting in the divine order of things and the hope that they will all fall into place.

Oh, the perils of self-report

Wednesday, March 25

Busted not for selling babies, but for the abortion clinic

From 1951 to 1965 Dr. Thomas Jugarthy Hicks began to quietly offer babies for adoption from his Hicks Community Clinic in McCaysville, GA. Quietly, because the clinic he’d been running since the mid-1940s was not a licensed adoption agency. Hicks cared for the mundane health issues of local farmers and townspeople in the front of the clinic, while performing abortions, which were illegal during that period, in the back rooms.

Law or no law, he advertised his abortion services on phone booths, bus stations and bridges. Women came by bus, car and train to pay $100 to "fix their problem." A small airstrip was built in nearby Ducktown so the prominent could fly their daughters in from Atlanta and Chattanooga for an abortion.

fetal ultrasound imageHis black market baby-selling ring, which may have ‘moved’ as many as 200 babies with no questions asked, relied on young, poor women from North Georgia and Eastern Tennessee. They’d come to him for an abortion, and he persuaded some to carry the babies to full term. The women would reside in the clinic for a few months, or the good doctor would provide a room for them at his farm, or in the New York Hotel in adjoing Copperhill, TN, or in his apartments in the telephone company building.

Hicks knew he could count on word of mouth to bring in the baby buyers. The Fannin County Courthouse records list 49 babies, for example, who went to Summit County in Ohio. All the fathers who bought them worked in the Akron tire companies, except for a Cuyahoga Falls doctor who bought two babies. All the sales were arranged by a West Akron Goodrich employee who bought four babies for herself. All of them paid up to $1,000 for a baby no one could trace back to its mother.

Hicks made sure the birth certificates listed the people adopting as birth parents. The doctor kept no known records of the birth mothers, who discreetly vanished.

Thomas Hicks was no stranger to shady dealings. After getting his medical degree from Emory University in Atlanta in 1917, he moved to Copperhill, TN, but lost his medical license and served time in federal prison for selling narcotic pain killers to a veteran working undercover for the FBI.

While incarcerated, he studied a lung disease that kept copper miners from living past the age of 40.

Once out, he was hired by the Tennessee Copper Co. to treat miners. The only problem was, he filed more claims than there were miners with the disease.

After he was fired from that job, he opened up the Hicks Community Clinic in McCaysville.

Once a baby was available, Hicks wasted neither time nor words with his prospective buyers. "You have 24 hours to come or I call the next person on the list," he's reported to have said to more than one client.

Hicks warned his baby buyers not to be picky. If you told Hicks you only wanted a boy or you wanted a girl, you could forget about getting a baby.

It may never be known how many illegal adoptions were conducted by Dr. Hicks, who was stripped of his medical license in 1964, but never jailed. He was, after all, a member of the Copperhill Kiwanis and the Adams Bible Class of the First Baptist Church (to which he donated a Wurlitzer organ). He was known to give free medicine to the very poorest in town. He made house calls to those who couldn't otherwise get to his clinic.

Dr. Thomas Hicks' abortion clinic was an open secret tolerated by a town that appreciated the bulk of his medical contributions. "He didn't perform any services that anyone didn't request,'' noted local resident Marlene Matham Hardiman, who once rented an apartment from Hicks.

The court papers disbarring him made no mention of the black-market babies. The abortion charges against him were dropped, and he continued practicing for a time thereafter.

Thomas Hicks died of leukemia in 1972 at age 83. His lawyer, nurses, wife and son are dead. His only living relative, a daughter, lives in seclusion in North Carolina.


sources:www.people.com/people/archive/article/0,,20124848,00.html
freepages.misc.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~msroots/BMA/HICKS4.htm
query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=950CE1DE103EF930A1575BC0A961958260&sec=&spon=&pagewanted=1
immigrantships.net/adoption/hicksbabies.html
chronicle.augusta.com/stories/012098/met_LG0411-9.001.shtml
http://hillbillysavants.blogspot.com/

Originally blogged at Appalachian History


Sunday, March 22

Look who just walked in...

Have you ever met 'these guys'...chances are, you have.  I love Andy Samburg's humor...


The Antithesis of Fox News

Jimmy and The Roots slow jam the news...enjoy...


Friday, March 20

Popcorn Remembered

photo credit {suckerpunchpictures.com}
"Popcorn’s death, on March 16, was the final act of a defiant individualist. Of course, like the man himself, it was more complicated than that." -gourmet.com
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Thursday, March 19

"Size 14 women 'happiest with life and looks'"

"Happiness, it seems, comes with curves, for a new poll has found that size 14 women are the happiest with their life and looks."

Story from msn/lifestyle...

Thursday, March 5

Relovolutionary Road



This past weekend, at long last, I saw Revolutionary Road. I had so anticipated the film's arrival in a local market. When I initially saw the trailer at the end of last year, I thought, "this is definitely a film to see with your significant other...especially if you are thinking of making a life with this partner." Now that I've seen it, I'm glad that I could experience the film without my significant other, at least for the 1st viewing.

A painfully accurate critique of monogamy and the pursuit of the "American Dream," the film impressed me with its honesty and humanity. Kate Winslet portrays a young woman who becomes a wife, while still wondering what lies for her marriage beyond the conventions of a 1950's family. The children are conspicuously absent from most scenes, allowing the viewer to build empathy and understanding for the plight of a young married couple who have exchanged their love of adventure and sponteigity for persistant predictability. This attention does not diminish the perception of Winslet as a loving mother to her children, but instead reminds us that women {and men}, mothers {and dads} have souls that need to be fed and dreams that need to be realized. Rather than growing complacent and decieving themselves into believing this is is what they wanted out of life, [awakened by Winslet] the two renew their committment to "really living" and not just going through the motions.

Tragic comedy is introduced by their landlord's brilliant son, who has been "institutionalized" due to a mental illness. The director's inclusion and treatment of this character added great dimension to the narrative. I enjoyed the irony that when he visits the "Wheeler's of Revolutionary Road," they find themselves strolling through the forest and discover that among all of their acquaintances in their suburban neighborhood, he, the "insane" professor that fell from grace, is the only one who seems to understand their disatisfaction with their current lifestyle.

Ultimately, I felt challenged by this film. Challenged to follow my intuition, my passion, my dreams, even if it means stepping boldly outside the lines of convention. I don't feel that it was a negative critique of the social conventions of marriage and all that the notion of the "American Dream" entails, instead I read the film to suggest that while that life is fulfilling for some people, it can be damaging for others. Conformity for conformity's sake is called sharply into question. I left the film with a familiar quote ringing in my head, "Ask yourself what it is that makes you come alive, and do it. The world needs people who have come alive."
 
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