Heineken, I’ve learned, is much better in other countries. I’m not sure what they do to it here, but I won’t drink it. However, in Dubai and Europe, it’s not a bad beer — not my first choice, but drinkable.
So I wonder, what did we ever do to the Dutch?
I started this post 21 days ago – 8/31 at 7:16 AM… amazing how time is still flying, even though the wedding has come and gone.
Occasionally there are moments in my life where everything else seems to fade, to quiet-down, and one subject sticks out, defined very clearly, and overtake everything in that moment. And that moment just sloooooows down time. It’s rather hard to describe, but these moments stick in my head, and they seem so surreal to me. I’m not sure if I’ve ever posted about the tree, the rain, and the Doors in Kentucky… if not, I will sometime. I’ll have to dig around and see if it’s anywhere in the diary.
The thing about these moments – they would make wonderful pictures, but bringing the camera into the situation would break the mood and the experience that’s happening. People often assume that the camera goes everywhere with me, that I can’t wait to travel and take pictures. While it’s true that when we go on the amazing honeymoon my husband has planned I will have the camera in tow, and enjoy that, it’s not normally my preferred method of photographing anything. It disrupts my moments. I’d rather go back, re-create the moment, on another day, after the experience.
The point I’m getting to… During the wedding week there are a couple of these surreal moments, where time slowed and a subject came into clear focus. The first was meeting Raju’s cousin Geeta. I believe in my list I described her as smoldering… fiery, full of life… those things all popped into my head during this one instant — blink of a second really. I was thinking someone else caught this side profile view that I had of her at that moment, but I’ve yet to find the picture. Maybe the smoldering Geeta just burned her image into my memory and that’s my picture.
The other slow, surreal moment was when I grabbed a bit of cool air, drifted away from the party. I was sitting on the ledge, talking to another of Raju’s cousins (he has almost as many as a Southerner, maybe more). Diane had walked away, leaving only Shankar standing below. Again, time slowed and in one instant, a lull in our conversation, I can remember the cool air, the sky above, and the look on Shankar’s face, standing below. No snap judgments this time, just a singular moment in time that is as clear in my head as if I’d taken a snapshot.
A while back, during the wedding planning mania, I stumbled across the work of a couple of artists that really piqued my interest. I never got around to posting it, so I will now. Both were posted on yumsugar, one of my favorite daily reads.
The first of the two is a book, Hungry Planet: What the World Eats by Peter Menzel and Faith D’Aluisio. The premise of the book is something fairly simple but pretty astounding when all binded together. The artists photographed families around the world with the food they consume in one week. The amount of money they spent on the bounty is also noted in the captions.
While I do find the pictures fascinating, I can’t help but wonder how they picked the families. Did they decide to pick the family in Chad to prove a point of the lack of food in Chad? Is there not a rich family in Chad that would have photographed much differently? And what about the U.S. families? They seem to be middle-income. Was there not a lower-income family that they could have photographed?
Of course, this is why I need to go buy the book. Maybe they chose the most representative of the country as a whole to feature (i.e. most of Chad has a $1.23 to spend on food, and most Californians spend $159.18 per week). Or, maybe they took artistic liberties and showed families that would prove whatever point they wanted to make. I will only know once I search out this book and read it.
The other artist I discovered is like a mix of Cindy Sherman and Sandy Skoglund. Her name is Daniela Edburg, and she has some fantastical photos, mostly featuring food. In her series Drop Dead Gorgeous the subjects are consumed by the food, dying by an OD on MnMs, or being chased by a tornado of cotton candy.
It was refreshing to see this work. It’s been a while since I’ve looked at any art that has impressed me much — not sure if this is my fault or if there’s just been a lack of impressive art lately, but I’m glad this is changing for the better for me.
After all was said and done, I’m glad we blended so much of the Indian ceremony into our California celebration. The altar area was beautifully decorated and so many people got to play a part in the wedding. And, it was funny to have the Hindu priest ask us how to pronounce the name “Harrison” (I guess we’re not the only ones baffled by some names). I also got to show off my freshly pedicured feet while stepping on rose petals (seriously, some people pay good money to have their feet rest on rose petals… I think a few did at the nail spa).
Plus, I’ve decided I’m going to adopt my husband’s penchant for exaggerating the truth in order to spin a better story. Instead of “I circled the sacred fire 3 times,” I think I will say, “I performed a death-defying stunt in the middle of the ceremony. I was a daredevil, circling a flaming coconut, each time getting closer and closer, with a 10 foot train on my wedding dress!” I’ll have to let him finish the tale with some out-of-this-world meaning for making it around the fire, as I’m not nearly as good as he is yet… but I’m working on it.
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