Les Cinq Petites Choses #2

It has been a very difficult week for me due to Hurricane María’s devastation in Puerto Rico. However, there are some things I am grateful for.

1. I had cut back on caffeine this past Summer, but being away from my family during this difficult time has left me sleepless this entire week. Thankfully Mayan Super Dark from Just Coffee Cooperative has been a life saver this week. I love getting up in the morning and making a fresh cup of coffee.


2. Being informed has been the most important thing for me this week. I am grateful for facebook groups, American media, and Zello (the app).

3. When I’m under a lot of pressure, I definitely like indulging in some calligraphy. I love the perfect symmetry of lettering and the various combinations of it. Pinterest is my favorite place to find calligraphy inspo. Here is my latest work. 

4. I was in need of a lot of distractions from the natural disaster in Puerto Rico. I loved spending hours on end with my partner’s roommates watching The Great British Bake Off. I highly recommend this mindless and incredibly polite cooking show.

5. Amongst other set of distractions, I LOVE podcasts. My favorite podcast at the moment is The Tolkien Heads. The hosts are graduate students who specialize in historical linguistics, lyricism, Tolkien, and landscapes.

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Les Cinq Petites Choses

After being done with some major grad school achievements, I want to do some creative work on my blog. As you know, I started this blog as an outlet for my rambling thoughts, encounters with Midwestern culture, and my life in graduate school. I have mostly been posting intermittently since 2015, but I think this blog deserves a little more than that. Keep an eye out for more posts about academia, literature, and life in the Midwest.

Inspired by Daphné from Mode and the City, I have decided to capture my five favorite little things of the week.

#1. I have been reading an incredible book related to my research (and dissertation).  La mémoire, l’histoire, l’oubli (Memory, History, Forgetting)  by Paul Ricoeur is an incredible philosophical and intellectual masterpiece that discovers and rediscovers the human understanding of memory.

 

#2. I have been listening to the Fleet foxes since I was in college. I absolutely love their last album, Crackup. I got an amazing deal on Amazon Prime Day for a autographed vinyl version of the album this past Summer and I still love listening to it on my Crosley record player.

#3. Last Summer, one of my friends took me to his favorite local tea shop and since then I have been hooked on tea, specifically matcha. I love making iced matcha almond milk lattes with a little bit of honey or some matcha lemonade inspired by Macha Tea Company.

#4. As a kid, I loved the back to school season because it meant new pens, notebooks, and highlighters. While I’ve outgrown this a little bit (possibly because I’m in my 392813901th year of school), I still love beautiful Moleskine notebooks that are perfect to jot down ideas and my to do lists (à la bullet journal).

#5. I love visiting friends so it was an incredible opportunity that I got to visit my friend, Julia, in Ann Arbor. On our first night there, she took us to Detroit Filling Station, an awesome vegan restaurant. I had the tofu Bahn Mi with a side of purple cabbage and it was so delicious.

 

 

Crisp Fall Weather

After finishing my preliminary examinations, passing my oral defense and finally acquiring dissertator status (YAY!), I can finally enjoy some time to reflect on what is to come. As a child, I was always fascinated by Fall. However, growing up on a tropical island really did not allow me to experience the majestic beauty of Autumn.  I used to watch scenes of movies set in New York and envy the characters’ outfits, warm beverages and point de vue. All of that changed until I moved to the Midwest in 2013 (can’t believe it’s been that long!).

Red, orange, yellow leaves falling on a cool Autumn Day…

I absolutely adore Fall in Madison. I love strolling down the Farmers’ Market and all the produce—cranberries, apples, pumpkins, squash…every single item makes me so happy!

Here are a few of my favorite Fall Things To Do in Wisconsin:

  1. Farmers’ Market: We have the best Farmers’ Market in the Midwest (maybe even the country…ok, ok…maybe not). Our FM is right on Capitol Square, which is already a beautifully constructed building. There are so many options in terms of produce, pastries, and local, organic items. I definitely recommend the Dane County’s Farmers’ Market to anyone.                                              
  2. Arboretum:love the University of Wisconsin, Madison, Arboretum during the Fall. It is so breezy, calm and relaxed. Visiting this part of campus is definitely one of my favorite Fall activities and I wouldn’t change it for anything. If you have an arboretum nearby, you should definitely visit it before the leaves fall off.
  3. Corn Mazes, Hay Rides, and Pumpkin Patches:love going to Treinen Farm or Mayr Farm every year. There’s nothing quite like getting lost in a corn maze with friends, riding in a horse drawn carriage through the beautiful scenery and reaching the best pumpkin patches in the land. I still cannot believe I get to do this every year surrounded by great friends who have turned into my own little family.
  4. Pumpkin Carving: I always have a blast carving pumpkins with my friends. Everyone tends to get really creative and we just have a great time lighting our pumpkins and taking great pics while we have hot beverages.
  5. Halloween: While I have never been great at choosing a Halloween costume, I have always loved the idea of creative costumes and spending time with friends.

Enfin, I love Autumn and all of its little details. What is your favorite Fall activity?

PS. I have a couple more blog posts lined up for you! Hope you enjoy my Fall recs.

Summer 2017

Hello!

It’s been a while. It always surprises me how tougher graduate school gets. I just finished my preliminary doctoral examinations (six weeks of pure hell, three (two-page length) questions, 80 pages worth of essays, and zero relaxation time). Alas, I am done with the writing portion and am anxiously waiting for my oral defense. Summer this year, like many other years, will consist on taking in Madison: more kickball, yoga, sunset viewings, reading for fun, beer tasting, research, writing my dissertation proposal, academic meetings, and knowing that my Summers here are limited.

I cannot wait to see what my next adventure will look like. Right now my life revolves around my dissertation, my research, and self care. Until next time!IMG_3631.jpg

The Problem with Latinx Representation

Last year, I got really into Jane the Virgin. It was originally a Venezuelan telenovela, Juana la virgen, that my mother never really watched, but my grandmother (Mami) really loved. Mami would rave about it all the time about how Mauricio (Rafael’s Venezuelan counterpart) and Juana were meant to be together. I, quite honestly, was never intrigued by any telenovela…Juana la virgen was no exception to that.

However, when I gave Jane the Virgin a chance, I fell in love. Jane the Virgin is truly a brilliant TV show with amazing writers. The TV series stars Jane, a young celibate college student, on her way to big and better things. She lives with her Catholic Abuela Alba, played by Ivonne Coll, who taught her about the importance of waiting until marriage.

What truly interests me about the show is how incredible its depiction of Latinx culture is. They make fun of the ridiculousness behind telenovela plotlines through Rogelio without unknowingly alienating the audience. Plenty of heritage speakers applauded the TV show’s daring move to have Abuela speaking Spanish basically all the time. Nonetheless, I have a problem with certain aspects of the show…as nothing can truly be perfect.

For instance, Ivonne Coll is a Puerto Rican actress playing a Venezuelan woman. Yes, Abuela is Venezuelan and that’s pretty amazing, but her Spanish dialect should be Venezuelan. From its pilot, I was able to quickly identity Coll’s accent and swift use of Puerto Rican colloquialisms i.e. bizcocho (cake), hombre, no! (No way!), etc…

Hollywood has gotten away with this many, many times. In the Netflix original series, Narcos, the main character, Pablo Escobar, is played by a Brazilian man….a Brazilian man, Warner Moura. This would not be such a big deal except for the fact that he keeps his Brazilian accent while he’s interpreting the role of a Colombian man. What makes matters worse is the fact that they hired Paulina Gaitán (Mexican), Luis Guzmán (Puerto Rican), and André Mattos (Brazilian) to play Colombians and they all speak in their respective dialects.

In the case of Jane the Virgin, I understand that the showrunners wanted to write a storyline specifically designated for immigration laws in the United States meaning Ivonne Coll would not have been able to play a Puerto Rican…because, you know, Puerto Ricans are not immigrants. Still, they should have had Coll do a Venezuelan accent or reduce the number of colloquialisms that do not correspond to the Venezuelan dialect. It is truly disturbing to see the flashback scenes with a younger Alba who distinctly speaks in a Central American dialect in contrast to Alba’s lively Caribbean Spanish.

How would you feel, as an English speaker, to have a British man play an American man while he spoke in the typical Brit dialect?

I want Hollywood to break the Latinx amalgamation that exists in the United States of America.  We are Latinxs, yes, but we all have our obvious differences. We are Cuban, Venezuelan, Puerto Rican, Mexican, Colombian, Chilean, and we are proud of our heritage. We’re more than Latinxs. We are strong and lively people. We love to be represented onscreen. We just want more.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

As one of many millenials, I grew up with Harry Potter. It was the first book I picked out for myself in a bookstore. It was an old-looking, worn translation of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (Harry Potter y la piedra filosofal). As an eager seven year old, I was happy to hear that there was a magical world out there that I was ready to discover. I became obsessed with the books. I asked for boxed sets for Christmas next to a bunch of young adult books. I was happy and it was my entryway to “harder” literature. Soon thereafter, I was reading Jane Austen, Emily Brontë, Shakespeare plays, and Golden Age Spanish novels as a young teenage girl. However, Hogwarts always had a place in my heart.  I went to midnight releases (much to my parents’ dismay) at Borders, I watched the movies and I reread the books over and over again. It was magical.

When I first heard about the Harry Potter play, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, I was a little confused. I thought JK Rowling had stated that she would no longer enter this fantastic world of wizardry that she herself had created. Nonetheless, I was excited. It was Harry Potter, after all…my own personal magical door to literature.

I personally did not attend the Midnight Release. Perhaps a former, younger version of myself might have enjoyed it, but I did not feel up for it. Still, my boyfriend was gifted a copy and I started reading next to him.

It is a shame to say that this book read like fan fiction…and not even good fan fiction. In fact, very bad fan fiction. I understand that the Harry Potter series and Cursed Child were written in two different mediums (fiction and theater, respectively), but still. Cursed Child still belongs in the Harry Potter universe and it makes no sense.

*Spoilers Ahead*

Here’s a list of complaints/observations:

  1. Hermione turns into a bitter woman because she didn’t end up with Ron Weasley.

Seriously? Seriously? Hermione: the SPEW advocate, the strong female role in the entire series let her whole life be controlled about whether or not she ended up with a Weasley? I call bullshit. #Feminism

2. Rose’s life matters, but Ron’s and Parvati’s kid doesn’t?

Flawed Logic.

3. Voldemort had sex with Bellatrix?

I’m sorry, but how can a man who split his soul into seven freaking pieces be able to, you know, provide his essence?? Delphi was made basically from one human wizard and one weird freaky nonhuman subspecies. This does not and will never make sense to me.

4. The future depends on the life of Cedric Diggory

…really? The most boring dude in the history of the world? It all depended on that one event at the Triwizard Tournament? I’m sorry. I don’t buy it.

5. How does this fit into the HP Universe?

I truly don’t know. I want to try and make sense of it in order to appreciate it better, but I didn’t need more. Harry Potter was a beautiful part of my life, but I would rather read ten different books about other things that happened in the world. I don’t need Harry’s scar to hurt again and I don’t need another skewed, backwards tale.

Hope

A couple of days ago, I wrote a post about Fear….of being afraid of bigotry, racism, and sexism. And, today, I have no words or strength left.

Yesterday, I voted in the US Presidential Elections hoping for the best. I also did not just vote for myself. I voted for my family: my mom, my dad, my little sister. I voted for immigrants all across the United States. I voted for my fellow Latinxs. I voted for women…and, most importantly, I voted for the United States of America.

I voted for these things, but mostly I voted against hatred, white supremacy, and misogyny. Most people will not understand what I mean by this. Most friends will disregard my fear, my tears, and my disgust for our current decision. This, like most things, breaks my heart.

But, in times of despair and hardship, I have always learned that hope is my silver lining. Hope that hearts will change, that minds will act consciously and thoughtfully, and that love will reign. I know it may seem naïve, but I have nothing left to give.

I refuse to dwell on fear, on hatred, on brokenness. I will hope, not just now, but forever.

Autumn 2016

The end of Summer came rather abruptly. At one point, I was working two jobs, working on my Prelims Reading List and then suddenly, I was back in school.

Do you remember that Summer List I made? I am incredibly happy to say that I did all of those things and I feel very lucky that I had the opportunity to accomplish them.

Life, in general, has been good, but tough to manage and balance.  I’m in the middle of the process of finishing coursework, taking the preliminary doctoral examinations, teaching two brand new courses, presenting a paper at a German and Dutch Studies  conference (0.0 I know) and trying to keep up with life’s demands. Nonetheless, I always find joy in spending time with friends: laughing, reading, long walks.

Here are some pictures of the beautiful moments I have shared with friends and loved ones over the past few months:

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I love my life. However, this chapter of my life can be challenging sometimes even though it’s good and fun. Sometimes I don’t even want it to end, but all things do come to an end.

All I want is to savor the moment. Breathe. Enjoy.

Fear

Because of my crazy schedule (two teaching positions, an hourly position, full course load, prelims prep, conferences, and life!), I have been unable to update the blog as much as I would have liked to. I do have a lot of unfinished drafts saved up, but I wanted to write and post something meaningful…at least to me.

Today, when I was on the phone with my mom, she asked me: “If you could time travel, would you go back in time or travel to the future?”

Without hesitation, I said: “The future.”

Part of this is because I feel that as a woman of color, the past would be a dreadful place to live in. I cannot even bear to think about not being able to sit wherever I want on the bus, date the person I am currently dating or do basic things such as living by myself in a faraway Midwestern city, or vote.

Then, I thought about my current situation in 2016. While I have the privilege be a 21st century educated woman with multiple advanced degrees, the opportunity to date whomever I want, the chance to live by myself,  my life has so many, many limitations.

As a woman of color, I am afraid…

…afraid to walk down the streets by myself fearing the fact that I could be followed home by a strange man…

…afraid to find a job in the future where I will be paid equally to my male coworkers…

…afraid to be turned away when I vote this Tuesday because of X excuse about my identification…because of how I look

…afraid to tear up in a class when someone unknowingly asks me Where are you from? You just look so exotic

I am afraid to be an American who does not fit the build of an American because I am not white. I am afraid to be a woman who has to put up with misogynistic and racist comments because, if I speak up, people will be offended.

Who are we anymore? Why have the thoughts and feelings of Others, specially minorities have been so disregarded and unimportant for so long? When will we finally stop?

As a minority, an American born in the United States, but nonetheless, a minority, I want to speak up against all of this hate and fear and gruesome comments made against others. Let us stop this hatred. Let us stand together and truly say:

 Never AgainNie wieder. Plus jamais. Nunca más. Nunca mais.

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Learning Ancient Greek like a Two-Year-Old

love studying Ancient Greek by myself. I sit down, read up on grammar and do translation exercises over and over again until I feel like I learned something. However, sometimes this independent study setup can be daunting so I try to make it as fun as I can.

For instance, I have a lot of interesting mnemonic (from the AG, μνημονικός mnemonikos) devices for the alphabet.

Disclaimer: The boyfriend who is a dead languages expert does not approve of my learning methods, but he laughs every time he sees this list!

*Ahem*

1.ω-> omega looks like a butt. 

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It does though!!!

2.The dative declension ending for masculine and neuter nouns is -ῷ aka butt with squiggly line OR butt with a tail.

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3. Ancient Greek also has Ψ/ψ -> psī, which I call King Triton’s fork.

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4. I fondly call phi (φ) lollipop.

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And these are just a few examples of the things I do to entertain myself while I learn (yet another) dead language. I’ll keep you posted on my progress which is terribly slow, but one day I’ll be able to read Plato (a girl can dream).

*All gifs are from giphy.