This post first appeared on the blog for Dr. Linda Garcia’s course “Networks and the Creative Process” at Georgetown University. We discussed the relationship between society and creativity in consideration of Weimar Germany.
In the first pages of Peter Gay’s book “Weimar Culture: Outsiders as Insiders” I was most struck by this descriptive phrase: “exiles… did their greatest work in enforced residence on alien soil.” The names of these exiles are not so foreign to us: Albert Einstein, Erich Fromm, and the sociologists of the Frankfurt School. This prompted me to think about what it means to be a social outsider, and how that often fuels creativity.
Years ago, I was a blog-happy missionary, bouncing around the world with nothing but a 65-liter frame pack and a lot of good intentions. I came home with a lighter pack, but a heavier load of the stories and images and love of people… like Isaac in Malaysia.
Just after he dropped us off at the train station to leave his city of Ipoh, Isaac sent me a goodbye text. It said, “See you in a small world.”
I haven’t seen Isaac since then, but our world is definitely small, and I definitely see him in it. I will never hear or read the news without picturing the faces of my friends. So with Ukraine spinning into chaos lately, this is what it looks like for my world to be small: Continue reading “Life in a Small World”
One of my classes this semester focuses on creativity. We’re looking at what it means to be creative, how creative people change their domains, and how the architecture of their social worlds matter. But we’re also making scrapbooks to document our own creative process. If it weren’t for the book I have to read each week, … Continue reading Scrapbook Pages
On Sunday, I had two thoughts immediately following the multi-lingual “America is Beautiful” Coca-Cola ad:
“Wow, that was stunning.”
“…cue the backlash.” *cringe*
As an anthropology enthusiast, former world-traveler, and general people-lover, I enjoy such celebrations of cultural diversity. (…even when it comes from a company like Coca-Cola, who doesn’t exactly have a clean history of ethical marketing. But I’ll set that aside for a moment.) Even so, I was not able to enjoy Coca-Cola’s celebration for long. I quickly anticipated what the fringe conservatives of the Internet would say in the name of patriotism, and I knew what articles the left-leaning blogs would write to properly shame them. I think we’ve all grown accustomed to this pattern.
But when the inevitable public shaming of all of the mean response tweets did appear in my newsfeed, it revealed something alongside ignorance and racism:
Did you guys see this article a while ago? About why we’re all so unhappy? It’s definitely worth a read. But if, for whatever reason, you don’t click that link, the whole thing is summed up nicely in this graph:
I’ve been thinking about this article since I read it because that’s what I do. Aside from noticing all of the enviable things in your life (yeah, you…), I started looking at my own life as if it were only what I share on Facebook. That life is fairly wonderful:
I have a cool GA job at a famous, fancy school. I live with a handsome web developer who happily supports both of us. Our happy wedding pictures are everywhere, and we spend weekends exploring our trendy new city.
Those things are true and I am grateful for them, but they are not the fullness of my experiences. So I want to hand you a few stories the way I handed our church group a plate of slightly-burnt, flat chocolate chip cookies one of the first times we met with them:
“I just don’t want you guys to have a chance to think that I have it all together.”
These stories aren’t directly happy or hopeful, but they are real. I think we all need more real.
But we all love food, don’t we? So you won’t mind a few pictures & recipes? Great.
I love a kitchen experiment: seeing just how hard it really is to make something. It’s like science, chemistry, the ultimate multi-tasking. And the best part of all that work is that you get to eat it.
(Usually. I’m very proud of how far I’ve come since I confused vinegar for vegetable oil in a boxed brownie mix. I was 9. And that one time I confused powdered sugar for flour in banana bread. I was not 9.)
My latest obsession is making my way through this entire book:
After introducing us to this Columbus, OH favorite, my friend Jermaine helped me try my hand at ice-cream making last summer. We made Goat Cheese & Roasted Apricot ice cream, because there are few edible things in this world that I love more than a good cheese. It was delicious, but rich. My friends thought it tasted “odd”, and I couldn’t finish the whole quart on my own.
But the craft of homemade ice cream was just too fun to call a one-time thing. So when Jermaine gave me my own copy of Jeni’s cookbook as a wedding gift, and my Uncle Pat gave me an ice cream maker, I sort of went nuts.
I made about 15 quarts of ice cream in a month.