Lovely White Things: March 2010

Thursday, March 25

Day Off

I'm off to the mountain with Claire Bear.

We're going snowboarding...

well, in the very least we'll have a blast!

Tuesday, March 23

Started walking toward Stumptown but felt Bauhaus might be the better choice on such a brisk day.

But lo and behold! The mysterious Pine St. Victrola Coffee!!

Why it has been such a mystery to me all these years is a mystery itself. I mist say it is one of the brightest, most inviting coffee shop I've ever been to.

I am convinced that if I had spent my paper-writing years here instead of around the corner at Bauhaus, I might have become a different person. But I guess the close at 8pm and my paper-writing took place from 10pm-3am usually.

Oh, College, how I miss you!!

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Yeah, I'm that person

It is my personal preference not to read the backs of movie cases and book covers. I'd rather it be a surprise.

I recently appreciated this about myself when I started reading a book called

by Kathryn Stockett.

At first, it took me a while to get the title. Help comes in many forms, you know.

Help could be Spiritual

Help could be an Adventure Hero

Help could be a sappy Family story

Help could be that Underdog who everyone had little faith in

But no...oh no.

The Help refers specifically to a community of black women who worked as maids in the deep south during the 60's.

I began the book reading a narrative by one "helper" with a thick southern accent. It was surprisingly easy to read.

Two chapters later, the narrator changed to a second "helper." She didn't have quite the same accent but her story is very different from [yet connected to] the first.

Then, to my satisfaction [because I didn't know it would do this], the narrator changed AGAIN! But this time it was one of the white women speaking from her experience.

Now I'm sucked in. Even if they return to the same 3 narrators for the whole book, I just know it will be great! But who knows...there could be many characters who are heard.

Can't wait! Now I'm off for a walk to Stumptown to read before it gets dark!