While many think History is simply the retelling of the things that happened to rich old dead white men often by old white men (and sometimes it can be—see: Newt Gingrich and Glenn Beck) it isn’t just that. After all, things that happened in the past are only a blink and a click away.
As a former History major (who has long since graduated) I think we have a responsibility to make sure that what is being remembered, recounted and recalled (especially in text—hello: Texas and Arizona) is inclusive of many perspectives, representative of many people and accurate as regards their many interactions. That’s where the non-rich old white men come in.
Last Saturday, Senator Barbara Mikulski (D-MD)—an ardent supporter of women’s rights and native Baltimorean—became the longest-serving woman in the history of the US Congress. When she was first elected to the US Senate in 1986 (the year before I was born!), she was just 1 of 2 women senators. Now she is 1 of 17. That, my friends, is H-I-S-T-O-R-I-C!
Those of you unfamiliar with Senator Mikulski (Who are you? Get out of here!) should acquaint yourselves with her bio: http://www.mikulski.senate.gov/about/biography.cfm She has done quite a lot and has a decidedly progressive platform, for which I am particularly thankful as a loyal constituent.
Here’s a piece from CNN on just how far the US has come in Senator Mikulski’s tenure and just how far we’ve got to go:
I couldn’t be more proud! Though, we all could be more civil…
Rhyme et Reason editors were fans of Blue Agave Restaurante y Tequilería in Federal Hill. A month or so ago we went to Blue Agave during happy hour for bottomless margaritas. We had at least 5 in the space of an hour and a half, and they kept playing songs from my favorite (defunct) latino pop group RBD. Needless to say, we (read: I) were VERY happy.
Our fearless E-I-C was mostly drunk.*
But that was a month or so ago…
On 3 March, RetR got together for my 25th birthday. Naturally we thought we’d celebrate at Blue Agave. We walked in to a moody hostess (she was moody last time too but, again, we were drinking) who asked us if we “had a reservation.”
It was 4:30PM.
There were more empty tables than there were full.
We had: a $50.00 pitcher of “El jefe” margaritas; queso fundido; guacamole fresco; totopos y salsa [chips and salsa]; tacos de atún crudo; and something else. (I can’t remember it all!) No complaints there. The food was authentic and fresh.
However, our pastel de tres leches was too dry AND sour.
Our waitress charged my card twice instead of splitting the bill.
Our table was cleared before we got the check corrected.
whisper obnoxiously (Editor’s note: guilty as charged)
bring your wine thimble to your seat (Editor’s note: as if the ushers would let you!)
take off your extravagant hat
bring your iPod (how rude!)
make comments about how old everyone is (Editor’s note: guilty again)
“…” about how rich everyone is
I won tickets to see the Marriage of Figaro [Le Nozze di Figaro] at the Lyric Opera House in Baltimore. This was an exciting day for me; I like to go to different cultural events and shows so that I can have a better understanding of their importance in society and why so many people are interested in it.
While opera is considerably high brow, I have also won tickets in the past for the Harlem Globetrotters… a decidedly low brow show - so you can’t say I don’t try things. Naturally, I dragged our esteemed Editor at Large with me, since that seems to soften the blow of all these “cultural” events.**
Just walking into the opera house was fascinating. There were women in long fur coats (like the 1980s), women wearing interesting hats (like no one should) and men who wore boring suits*** and sport jackets. After getting in, what else is there to do but order a drink? Pay a lot of money for a thimble of wine and you’re off!
The experience was an interesting one. At the Lyric, they have subtitles above the actors so that you can understand what is being said, unless you are a master**** at understanding Italian being sung in ways you’re not used to. Hey, whatever floats your boat. We left after the second act, mostly because I was getting antsy after sitting for such a long time. I highly recommend seeing Le Nozze di Figaro if you’re into Shakespearean antics and music by Mozart. There was a live orchestra playing, which was not something I thought I would see. There was cross-dressing, mistaken identities, and men coming out of the closet (but not in the way you think). Taken as a whole, the experience is delightful. Especially if you have a second thimble of wine.
*Thinking you brought cash simply isn’t enough. Make SURE you brought it.
**It’s not like he had anything to do.
***Someone was wearing a (rented) tuxedo. True story.
**** The Editor at Large is, in fact, such a master and was unhappy with the (far from simultaneous, not to mention) inaccurate translations…
In recent years, the interest in music festivals seems to be increasing rapidly. Music fans of all genres can find somewhere to go that will fit their tastes, and most likely their budget. But is all of this hype a good thing for the festival scene? Speaking from experience, I’m not sure everything that comes from the attention is good — at least for Bonnaroo.
There are plenty of festivals across the United States that draw tens of thousands of people, and take place during all seasons. Coachella, The Electric Daisy Carnival, Bonnaroo, Wakarusa, Ultra Music Festival, and All Good are just a few that those in the Baltimore Metro might be familiar with. If you want to call Burning Man a music festival, it is one of the better know cultural mashes of this generation, but not for the faint of heart. It takes place in the desert of Nevada and has been known for scorching heat during the day, and temperatures in the forties at night.
The festival season is fast approaching, and this means that lineups are being announced. Coachella just released theirs on January 10th- the Black Keys, Radiohead, and Snoop Dogg with Dr. Dre are just a few of the well known names set to take the stage. Bonnaroo is releasing its yearly ‘Roo Clues’, which give hints about major headliners to tease and challenge enthusiasts. Their lineup should be released mid to early February.
If profit is taken into consideration, festivals are booming. Record numbers are arriving, and prices are staying the same. But I’m not in the position to worry about the money.
Last year at Bonnaroo approximately 90,000 people were in attendance. This is taking into consideration the 80,000 tickets sold, along with volunteers, employees, vendors, and performers. The population of Manchester, Tennessee swells from 10,000 people to 100,000 during the show. Crazy, right? Now imagine trying to enjoy a show with so many people trying to do the same.
The crowds were nearly unmanageable at times. Lines for water got so backed up that it took ten minutes just to fill a water bottle during peak hours. Some attractions were almost always filled, such as the Comedy Tent. There was no shade to be found, and the small amount that the few trees and unoccupied performance spaces offered was clogged with bikini-clad painted women and shirtless men doing their best not to overheat in the 105 degrees temperatures.
Lines to get into Centeroo, the hub of performances and shows, took hours when a big artist was set to perform.
The bottom line? Too many tickets are being sold for the space available — or at least the accomodations that those running the show provide. I think that there should be more water stations and more thought when it comes to the placement of big performers. After all, I had to miss Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young last year!
All of these gripes aside, there is absolutely no way to discredit the awesome festival atmosphere that comes from each one of these huge get togethers. I have heard many describe being at Bonnaroo like being in a bubble, one that you spend the entire year waiting to get back into. I definitely recomend trying out a festival — though make sure you’re prepared.
Just to give a little taste, here’s a video that really shows how amazing a show can be. Regardless of what genre you’re into, Pretty Lights can put on a good show.
Depending on which way you walk into Spoons in Historic Federal Hill, you get confronted with this:
I was pretty transfixed on it, probably because it kind of scared me. The menu was somewhat diverse. I had a pasta dish and Jeff ordered a sandwich, something with pears and brie on it. The chicken on my pasta was so dry that I had to add the hot sauce, which I believe comes from nearby, onto it. Then I started having trouble eating it due to the habaneros in the sauce.
Afterwards, we had three small beignets which were great. I wish the whole meal could’ve been that great. The service was also very good, at least. Altogether, though, it’s not a place I would go to again.
We walked in with hardly any expectations or preconceptions. The Harlem Globetrotters, just one week ago, came to Baltimore’s 1st Mariner Arena for their “world famous” basketball antics. Our esteemed Editor at Large attended it with me because I won tickets from the Baltimore Jewish Times. The show was mildly entertaining and if I had been a child, I would’ve loved it.
Did you know that the Harlem Globetrotters didn’t even start in Harlem? They just thought that Harlem was kind of the cultural center for African Americans so they chose that for their name. Also, there are no women on the team. For a fake basketball team that doesn’t even play basketball all that much, you’d think they would at least have a few female members on the team.
Globee, the mascot of the Globetrotters, was goofy and danced to Michael Jackson songs and then put on a wig so that he could whip his hair back and forth to that overplayed Willow Smith song. When the Globetrotters finally came out, they played a bit of basketball, joked around, and made the children around us laugh and laugh.
The best part actually came at the beginning, when the cringe-inducing Star Spangled Banner was sung by a man who really should not have been given the opportunity to sing it. He must have thought he was on American Idol and many people in our section were openly snickering at his rendition.
Art - Treasure - Sundries. Says it all, doesn’t it?
This little shop in Fell’s Point in Baltimore was one stop of many that we had last weekend. This shop was full of, as they say, sundries and perfect for visiting before Halloween. It’s not a Halloween store by any means, but they had some of those peculiar items from around the world that add intrigue to yours. This place is such a cool shop for finding gifts for people.