Showing posts with label a guide to my heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label a guide to my heart. Show all posts

Friday, March 27, 2009

A Guide to My Heart pt. 3

Food edition. (Incidentally, I'm writing this while watching CSI:NY.)

What is there to say about food, really? It's delicious and, some may argue, a precondition for living!

I have a bit of a complicated relationship with food. For starters, I can't cook it to save my life. I mean, I've cooked rice that required nothing but to be left covered on the stove to boil for several minutes, and I managed to mess that up. It's not necessarily that I don't enjoy cooking occasionally, but I tend to get impatient with the whole process. The fewer the steps, the better. Also, I tend to get confused if too many ingredients are involved.

At the same time, I love rich tastes, especially spicy and sweet. Salty's good too. It's why I'm so drawn to asian and south-asian cuisine. It's such an unfamiliar mix of flavours and spices. It's not that I don't enjoy traditional Bulgarian cuisine, which is generally light on spices (according to my tastes, at least), but it's a completely different feel. While Bulgarian food is comforting and familiar, foreign food is tantalising and new, something to be explored and experienced. It's like the difference between spending the summer in Sofia, visiting the extended family and refamiliarizing myself with the Homeland, and vacationing in a new spot, getting to know a culture and atmosphere completely unknown to me. They're both great, but the experience is completely different.

And god, don't get me started on the textures! Crispy, crunchy, soft, creamy, dry, buttery, noodly, liquid, juicy, thick, fluffy, flaky, melty, powdery, moist, crumbly, chewy, milky and all the combinations therein. Mmmmmm....

Of course, my issue has always been how picky I am with food. There are certain things that I simply will not eat. For example, cooked peppers. Don't get me wrong, I'll eat them when they're raw, but baked/fried/whatever peppers are a huge no-no. Same with tomatoes. I don't do oil and vinegar in my salad and I'm not too crazy about cabbage (unless it's in a salad). Bananas and eggs can only be consumed under a very narrow set of conditions. I could go on.

I'm also diabetic. Type 1, I've had it since I was five. It definitely makes it hard to eat whatever I want, whenever I want. I need to follow a fairly rigid eating schedule. I've recently started using a new type of insulin that gives me more flexibility, but every once in a while, I'll end up with a hypoglycemia when I'm anything but hungry and I'll be forced to eat something, or I'll be starving, but without my insulin, so I'll have to choose between staying hungry, or facing the unfortunate side-effects of high blood-glucose levels. I also need to balance my insulin intake and my food consumption very carefully. Usually, it involves a lot of guess-work. How many units should I take if I want that sandwich and my current glucose level is 11.8, for example? This all adds a whole new layer of importance to eating for me. I can't just say "I'm not eating anything today," but I also can't just go around eating anything I want without at least a minimum amount of planning ahead of time.

Another problem I have is with my appetite. If I'm under stress (exams, essays, whatever), I might be starving, but at least 8 times out of 10 I'll feel sick at the thought of eating anything. Not only that, but I'll put eating off in order to get whatever I'm doing done as soon as possible. Then stress is over and appetite comes back. With a vengence. I'm just going through such a period right now. I'm constantly thinking of food, of what I'll eat next, even as I'm eating what I'm currently eating (no, miraculously I haven't been gaining weight). And what I'm finding most often is that it's not so much the hunger making me want to eat, as the appetite -- the desire to experience all those rich, unfamiliar, exciting flavours and textures of food. What I'm craving isn't light snacks, but rich, decadent, strongly-flavoured, foreign meals.

It's the newness and excitement of it all. I need thrill and movement in my life, whether it's in the form of work, people, or something else. The school-year is nearly over, so my workload has lightened and I'm not really meeting any new people. I'm not going anywhere until this summer. So, I'm exploring food for the time being. I try not to overdo it, of course. Not only can my wallet not handle constant eating, but I think overconsumption is a pretty shitty thing to do in a world where the majority of people can't feed themselves adequately. Plus, there are obviously better ways to get out of a rut. But I'm also not going to let myself be ashamed of the fact that I love eating. It's part of the human experience and I want in!

Friday, January 23, 2009

A Guide to My Heart pt. 2

Five letters and one punctuation sign: CSI:NY. I love it. Everything about it (well, almost, but more on that later).

I used to look down on the CSI franchise. It was Law and Order's airheaded cousin. However, after realising that I'd pretty much watched every single episode of L&O:SVU (several times), I grudgingly decided to try and branch out. That's when I discovered CSI:NY.

It is, arguably, the least often played CSI series of the three American versions (ok, my own personal observation, probably influenced by the fact that I always crave more than I can find on television, thus emphasising its scarcity in comparison to the other series. But I digress). Up till that point, I'd mostly watched CSI:Crime Scene Investigation and a bit of CSI:Miami. Both of those shows didn't agree with my finely-honed crime-show tastes, so I'd concluded that CSI:NY couldn't be any different. However, most of the stuff that really gets under my skin about the other two franchises is not part of CSI:NY: The crimes are freakier than CSI:Miami's, nothing gets solved in a day's work, the characters are a bit more harsh and rough around the edges than CSI:CSI (seriously, what's with the name?), and, most important of all, there's no Horatio Caine!



CSI:NY has that one quality that I seek out desperately in almost any movie or television show: grit. It's dirty, bloody, freaky, jaded, and a little bit mean. Even the visuals appeal to me. All the clean light -- when there is light, as a lot of the scenes are shot in a night-time setting -- are a lot more pleasant to watch, for me at least, than the other two series' yellow-tinted light.

Not to mention that the characters are way more fun to watch. Most of them are typical, mean, world-weary New Yorkers. And they're hot! Total babes! Danny, Flack, Mac, Stella! Even Lindsey's growing on me.


Now, as I mentioned earlier, there are elements to the show that I don't like. For starters, most of the victims are sexy, young, white, middle-class women and often they are sexualized in death. It's not like there are never feministy messages in there (Stella!), but a lot of the time, the show does present a hegemonous version of femininity, ignoring women who don't fall within that version, and then disempowers it. Also, in the cases where the perpetrator is female, she'll have some pretty awful reasons for killing her victim. One example that comes to mind is a woman who completely remakes herself, becomes a cheerleader for the Knicks, and then throws it all away by killing a guy in a very conspicuous way, because he mocked her for being fat. Also, the episode that starred Nelly Furtado as a dental-hygienist-turned-personal-shoplifter was a HUGE mistake and a horrible blight on CSI:NY's history and it should be destroyed and never mentioned again.

That being said, CSI:NY is designed to appeal to the lowest common denominator, and that just happens to be freaky, sexy crimes and not-always-progressive characters. If I only watched shows that mirrored my personal politics 100%, I would probably just have to give up on television until the big tv execs have a feminist epiphany, and honestly, I'm not holding my breath.

Friday, October 31, 2008

A Guide to My Heart pt. 1

This is a new theme I'm going to introduce to the blog. Sometimes, I realize just how deep my love for something runs and I need to express it. By blogging about it, hopefully I can avoid annoying my friends/co-workers with long, panting, one-sided discussions about these things I love.

So, the inaugural edition to this little guide to my heart will be about... aviator sunglasses on guys!


Yes. I love them! No guy can go wrong with aviator sunglasses! Seriously, find the doppiest-looking guy around, put a pair of these puppies on him and I guarantee you, he would instantly gain several levels of cool. And cool is hot. (That is so not an oxymoron, by the way.)

I usually realize that these guys could be total dirtbags under the glasses, but I still can't help feeling an instant attraction to men wearing aviators. I think it's because they convey a sense of non-chalence and confidence. They're also very classic and kinda mature. The glasses, not the guys, necessarily. Not to mention that men wearing aviators also seem a little bit autoritative (i.e. knowledgeable), since movie cops are always wearing them. All in all, I think it does come down to confidence.

Incidentally, girls also look totally hot/cool in aviators. Not being able to wear aviator sunglasses is probably the only regret I have about choosing to wear my (also totally hot) prescription eyeglasses, instead of lenses.

I realize, of course, that this is an idea that I've constructed in my mind and that not all guys who wear aviator glasses are confident, outgoing, and fun. They just have a fashion sense that corresponds to my tastes and speaks to my constructed ideas of what makes a man attractive and what his physicality says about his personality. But that doesn't mean that I shouldn't droolingly check out guys wearing them. Especially if it's my boyfriend, Kanye West. <3