Monday, January 25, 2010

Into IT II

I finished one of Oprah's favorite books this weekend (you know, a female coming-of-age story involving the golden triad of weight, sexual assault, parental relationship issues, and the triumphant conquering of all three):
She's Come Undone by Wally Lamb


A few humble notes:
1. How is this not a movie? Or, more to the point, why hasn't Oprah made this a movie?
2. The characters are rich, unlikeable, and real. Though I didn't love the story (or the telling) considerably, I have a feeling the characters will sneak up on me in the coming weeks.
3. It was long.

If you haven't read it, I would recommend a lot of other books before this one. Maybe if you were at the beach, alone all weekend... with a broken tv set. And there wasn't a dictionary or gossip magazines from four summers past to paw through.

I'm also still obsessed with this watch that Ba talked me into buying in LA in October:

This is the Michael Kors Oversized Runway watch in gold.

If you want to see how giant it actually is, check it out on Carmen Kass (shown in silver):


I am actually seeing these timepieces on women of all ages, in all different styles, all over the place. I think it's because they're really affordable for a clean, gorgeous piece, and they are an unfailing conversation starter for me at work, at bars, and wherever else I happen to be (mainly those two places, it seems).

Also- about six months late on this one, but despite my recent acquisition of Shazam, I only recently found out what this song from the "500 Days of Summer" trailer is, thanks to my favorite Platonic Boyfriend.
Temper Trap >> "Sweet Disposition"

And finally, as a CNN.com homepage kind of person at work (Pros: easy headlines, good mix of international and domestic news Cons: Stupid videos, Too many videos, Headlines about Speidi and the Gosselins) I only recently came to understand that the re-vamped look is due to HUGE. This agency is doing some solid work for really cool clients, including Amnesty International, About.com, Adult Swim, Ikea, and JetBlue - they also just inked a deal with Target. I really like their clean aesthetic.

And, just for good measure- welcome to my favorite part about Sundays:


Photo: Lacey Terrell/HBO

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Into IT

Couple things I am digging these days:





1. Chanel's "Vamp" line of lip and nail colors.

2. The triumphant return of cross-body bags. Look ma, no hands!

3. Big Love. Comcast On Demand has all of Season 3 right now, so if you have ten spare hours to get caught up...do it. It is now one of my favorite shows of all time.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Letting Go and Broken Roads

I am currently reading the Bible – ostensibly in ninety days, though if not I'll be thankful to get through it in any amount of days.
The Old Testament is difficult for many reasons. I thought I could handle it on my own, but the need for a place to ask questions and vocalize frustrations and delight in revelation arose shortly, so I joined my mother's small group.

These women have all played instrumental roles in my development as a woman- and I am blessed to have had so many mothers. Now, I am honored to have them as my own friends. They are a fierce, wise, funny, and deeply loving group and I just feel better knowing that as I go about my day, I've got them in my corner.

I have a terribly hard time with the story of Job.
It is not easy.

God uses him to get the best of the devil. In doing so, he destroys Job's life – almost literally, to the point where it would have been easier to have his OWN life obliterated, but instead God allowed for the deaths of Job's wife and children.

My biggest issue with this is that in the end, for his trouble, God basically replaces Job's family with a new one.
This is supposed to make everything okay?

Perhaps it doesn't need to be just- the whole point is that the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, and he doesn't just taketh away from The Bad Guys, he does it from the Good Ones, too. HE alone is, in the words of GW Bush, The Decider, and doesn't owe anyone anything.

So that is hard for me- and a lesson no one likes learning, that bad things can happen to good people. But specifically, Job's family was wrenched from him during the hardest time in his life – in ANYONE'S life!- and he mourned for them. He rent his clothes and he wept and he did what we would all do- he hurt. He probably felt like he was on fire for months on end. I bet he felt that his insides- his very being- was charred to delicate, worthless ash, vulnerable to collapse at the slightest provocation. When his know-it-all friends came to console him and dole out their advice, he probably stared at a spot over their shoulders to avoid making eye contact and nodded feebly to appease them.
Job probably couldn't sleep- or when he did, he would sleep for days, with no reason to open his eyes in the morning. He had no discernible reason to remember to breathe.

And “the Lord made him prosperous again and gave him twice as much as he had before...The Lord blessed the latter part of Job's life more than the first. He had fourteen thousand sheep, six thousand camels, a thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand donkeys. And he also had seven sons and three daughters...Nowhere in all the land were there found women as beautiful as Job's daughters, and their father granted them an inheritance along with their brothers” (Job 41:10-15).

See, what I want to know is, what if Job missed his first kids?
In this whole story, that's what hurts me the most.
I'm sure the second set of three daughters were lovely girls, but what if the first three were his joy? What if the middle one brought him daisies in the morning, and left them near his hand before he awoke. And what if the eldest moved gracefully: the kind of light movement that makes you realize the beauty and value of living creatures when it catches your eye? What if his youngest daughter, his baby girl, had an endearing sneeze? And every time his second-round of daughters would sneeze on spring days, a sharp shooting pain would rupture something in Job's heart, and wrench him from a good day into a cloud of sad remembrance?

Did he view the new family as a replacement? And how far did he have to fall before he let it all go and in return, was granted the tools to help him recover?

A more secular rendering of this story is found in the axiom oft-quoted by the eternally heartbroken and woebegone Facebook generation: sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.

What do we need to let go before we can start rebuilding? Can we only start the process by fully letting go and welcoming the “replacements” - or do we have to be ready to view all respective replacements as not replacements at all, but the end prize: the real goal all along.

I wonder if Job would have said, “God bless the broken road, that led me straight to you,” or if he'd felt finally complete in joy.

Waiting for the better thing to fall together.