response: saudis in bikinis

Nicholas D. Kristof brings up a touchy subject with his essay, “Saudis in Bikinis.” While I appreciate his view of women needing choice and the ability to decide the type of lifestyle they would like to lead, whether it be through more or less of a display of their bodies, I think his opinion and the mocking of a culture he is not a part of is not a constructive or intelligent way to make a point. He seems not to realize how contradictory he is when he denies the paternalistic manner in which he condescends upon these women. “Is it paternalistic of us in the West to try to liberate women who insist that they’re happy as they are?” (177). Yes, Mr. Kristof, I’m afraid that it is. 

boy toy

i love this band. this is from their first EP (my pal sam gave me a copy last fall and i've been hooked ever since) and i just got my pre-ordered vinyl of their first full length album, "grackle", in the mail yesterday. it's super bad ass and you should get yourself a copy or pick up a cassette tapes at one of their shows during their tour! i get to see them on the fifth of november! if you like empowered chick singers and killer guitars/drums, you will enjoy this. buy it. you won't regret it. http://boytoy.bandcamp.com/

rebounding.

it's been years since i've been on this thing. today, i came to the library to do some homework and print hard copies of some essays and somehow got sucked into this rehabilitation project for my long lost blog for the past two hours. i did my best to update my snapshots section with my favorite photos from the past four years - save the film ones i haven't been able to scan as of late (which, let's be real here, are far superior to my cell phone photography) - and i've redone the template to try my best to combine my blog i began when i moved to boston with this one. it's been a trip skimming over all my old snapshots and posts and remembering the past headspaces i've lived in. #nostalgia

in the past month and a half since i've turned twenty-five, i've gone through more changes than i can count; i have the stress acne to prove it. since i've always been a talker and a writer, i'm trying to use all of this chaos to harness the writing outlet over the talking in order to keep my thoughts more cohesive and allow them to be a public thing that i can return to when in need. i'll try to share things that interest me from school, my new surroundings (seattle), and events and arts i may come across.

here's a good reminder from the cutest, laney sayer. she spent the last year or so living in los angeles, and while seattle is no L.A., i think these are good reminders for everyone. 

if heart break is a creative outlet all i can do is harness it and hope for the best, right?

farewell.

i made a new blog and won't be using this blogspot anymore.


follow, follow!

new direction.

i got into the mass college of art and design. boston is going to be my new home in the next two months and i am more than excited. to finally be getting ready to register for classes and find an apartment and be in a place with people i know and like exploring new places with familiar faces along with the fresh ones i can't wait to meet- my excitement keeps me up at night. like right now, for example, surfing the web at 2:30 in the morning, looking at photos of boston on flickr, checking out craigslist and other boston sites for job opportunities, apartments, etc. i just can't wait. 


i'll be visiting the city in a little over a week to check out apartments & hand out resumes for jobs thus, i need to accumulate a list of places i want to try to work that are coherent with my previous work experience. fortunately, i've worked every job in a restaurant except cook, been a receptionist/assistant at a salon & day spa for three years, & worked at a high-traffic urban outfitters. hopefully all of the experience will get me a job that i don't hate. my ideas of where to apply so far.

update! hired at american apparel. finally 

hype me?

a few-

songs that i've been listening lately. listen if you feel like it,
they're going to serve as a mini update til i have some more 
motivation to write later today or tomorrow. xoxo. maggie.














we're bound to wait all night she's bound to run amok
invested enough in it anyhow, to each his own..
the garden needs sorting out, she curls her lips on the bow
and i don't know if i'm dead or not to anyone..

come on and get the minimum before you open up your eyes.
this army has so many heads to analyze..
come on and get your overdose, collect it at the borderline.
and they want to get up in your head..

cause they know and so do i,
the high road is hard to find
a detour to your new life-
tell all of your friends goodbye.

the dawn to end all nights, that's all i hoped it was
a break from the warfare in your house, to each his own.
a soldier is bailing out, he curled his lips on the barrel
and i don't know if the dead can talk to anyone.

come on and get the minimum before you open up your eyes.
this army has so many hands, are you one of us?
come on and get your overdose, collect it at the borderline.
and they want to get up in your head..

cause they know and so do i,

the high road is hard to find

a detour to your new life-

tell all of your friends goodbye.

it's too late to change your mind, you let loss be your guide.

it's too late to change your mind, you let loss be your guide.

it's too late to change your mind, you let loss be your guide.

it's too late to change your mind, you let loss be your guide.