Today’s column

February 28th, 2010

… is online here. This is the one I thought I had some stuff to say about (not so much last week’s).

See, I’ve lived both sides of that neatnik/slob equation. If you imagine neatness-to-sloppiness on a kind of bell curve, I’m right in the middle: I keep things reasonably picked up and clean, but I’m not obsessive about it. And I’ve lived with two men who are on the extreme ends of that curve: my ex, who was downright monkish (not to say Monk-ish) in his cleanliness, and Mr. Improbable. Mr. Improbable, though a Jewish atheist, tends toward a rather Christian Science approach to dirt: it only exists if you mistakenly allow yourself to believe in the reality of it. (Or, in his case, notice it in the first place.)

So here’s what I’ve figured out about how to work through these inevitable conflicts:

1. Throw money at the problem. Obviously, not everyone can, but if you can, it’s worth it. Hire a housecleaner, and even better, try to get a space that’s big enough that there can be one little corner of purity and sanity for the neat person, and another corner where the not-so-neat person can throw all of their junk.

2. Divide housework in an equitable way, not an equal way. Let’s face it, the person who cares more is always going to do more of the housework, even if that “more” consists only — only! — in thinking about it. The way to keep it equitable is for both parties to accept different roles — I’ll call them the “Brains” and the “Muscle.” The neater party is the Brains. Brains decides what needs to get done, and when, and more or less how. Brains is in charge. Muscle does what Brains asks to the best of Muscle’s ability.

If both parties genuinely love and respect each other and want to please the other and create a peaceful, as well as sanitary, home, this works really well.* Brains is happy because Brains gets to be in control, and can often unload unwanted chores onto Muscle. Muscle is happy because Muscle gets a cleaner house than they would be capable of creating on their own, and they don’t have to think about anything, just do as they are asked.

Both Brains and Muscle should be willing to let go of some of their ideal standards. Muscle may not always do as good a job as Brains would like on a given chore, which means Brains needs to embrace the concept of “good enough.” Muscle may spend more time doing housework than Muscle is used to, in which case Muscle needs to develop mindfulness. Housework can be a valuable exercise in either paying attention to the sensory details of the world around you, or, alternately, turning your brain off and letting all those cool creative ideas kick around on your mental back burner.

And, of course, Brains and Muscle should both appreciate each others’ efforts, and express that appreciation on a regular basis.

That’s what I’ve figured out works, anyway. Of course, it’s very clear here that I’m talking about a romantic relationship (which is what the original question was about), not roommates. What solutions have you found for the Odd Couple situations — romantic or roomies — that you’ve been in?

*If there are unresolved issues in the relationship, or if Brains and Muscle are heterosexual and in the thrall of gender norms, this won’t work. But if either of those are the case, Brains and Muscle are going to have some problems down the road regardless.

Purim!

February 26th, 2010

Purim is this weekend — very early this year, and I am planning, God and gut willing, to enjoy a wonderful party at my synagogue tomorrow night. For those not in the know, Purim celebrates the book of Esther. This is one of my very favorite texts in the Bible. Ancient — and modern — stories are full of warnings about how women’s sexuality, boldness, curiosity turn the natural order of the world upside down. (Think of Eve, Pandora, Psyche and Eros …) In the book of Esther, it takes a woman’s sexuality, boldness, and curiosity to turn a disordered world right again. It reminds me of Sojourner Truth: “If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back, and get it right side up again!”

Esther is about coming out of the closet.

Esther is about being fabulous and unashamed.

Esther is about facing the music and dancing.

Esther is also my Hebrew name, and when I converted, I gave this talk at my naming ceremony:

I chose Esther as much for her weaknesses as for her strengths. She is the least heroic of heroines. Esther is not a judge or a warrior or a matriarch: Esther is a girly girl. She is pretty and charming and wants life to be easy. She wants other people to make the hard decisions, to wrestle the scary angels of history and destiny. The traditional role of women is not a burden or a constraint on Esther—rather, it is her greatest temptation. Women can get away with not taking ultimate responsibility for our lives. Women can get by on our charm and good looks. Women can sit in the boat admiring the scenery while the men do the heavy rowing. And this is what Esther wants to do.

And yet, when the dice are thrown, she does take responsibility, and when she does, she takes it all the way. Although Mordechai must convince her to take action, she is not simply his handmaiden or puppet. Independently, she assesses his arguments and is persuaded. Independently, she plans a course of action. Independently, she improvises brilliantly and bravely, with lipstick, dinner-party banter, and a bottle of wine.

I look at Esther and I see a warning about the temptations I face.

I look at Esther and I see an inspiration to take responsibility and improvise.

I look at Esther and I see a woman I would like to have as a friend.

Esther’s story is comic, it is improbable, it does not mention God.* The story of Esther teaches us to take control of our destiny, yet always be ready to accept the unpredictable turns of events. It teaches us to enjoy good times but never assume that they will last. It teaches us that we can do great things in diaspora, but that ultimately Jewish security rests on having our own land. It teaches us that sometimes we need another person to remind us to be a hero, and there is no shame in that. It teaches us that the one who is rescued can become the rescuer, that the student can educate the teacher. It teaches us that we must take responsibility without the luxury of signs and miracles, without a sense of being called. Finally, it teaches the most important ways for a Jew to serve God is not through ostentatious piety, but through fighting idolatry and working for the future of the Jewish people.

All of these things I believe.

For those of you who are interested in further thoughts on Esther, read my sermon here. Reverend Victoria Weinstein of Norwell First Parish Unitarian Church, whom I met through her wonderful and oft-referenced “Beauty Tips for Ministers” blog, graciously invited me to speak to her congregation three years ago. Her explanation of the role of image in the ministry is first, and my thoughts on style, beauty, and the book of Esther are second.

*If you are reading from a Catholic bible, this isn’t the case. Catholic bibles include verses about Mordechai praying that were deemed non-canonical by the compilers of the Hebrew and Protestant bibles. With due respect to the Catholic tradition, I find it very important that God and the concept of direct communication with the Divine are not mentioned in Esther. Sure, it may not have been easy to be Abraham (what with that self-circumcision and all) or Moses, but God was telling them what to do every step of the way. Mordechai and Esther must make very difficult decisions under conditions of uncertainty, believing they know God’s will but without the specific guidance of how to make that will come to pass. Like most of us.

More stuff I can eat! (… and that you’ll want to!)

February 25th, 2010

As I mentioned earlier, some of my friends have been great about coming through with flavorful but not acidic recipes for me from their own cuisine. I was under the impression that Filipino food is spicy, but perhaps that is only because my Filipina friend — a Fabulous Bureaucrat on sabbatical — is spicy! Anyway, she sent me these terrific-sounding dishes. I haven’t tried them yet, but with this rainy weekend coming, I am thinking that they sound like the ultimate in comfort food.

Chicken Adobo

This is the most traditional Filipino dish. My mother always added potatoes, when it doesn’t have them, it’s just not adobo to me. From what I read on the internet, it seems like there are endless varieties of this dish, including some that are made with fish, squid, green beans or sweet potatoes!

3 lbs of chicken , cut up
3-4 potatoes, cut into 8ths (peeled or not)
1/2 cup of soy sauce
3/4 cup white vinegar
1 or 2 HEADS (yes, heads) of garlic, minced*
2 bay leaves
1 or 2 tsp of ground pepper
salt to taste
(3/4 cup of water if you like more sauce)

Prep chicken & potatoes. I take the skins off both, but you don’t have to. Place chicken & potatoes in a large pot. Cover with the rest of the ingredients except water. It is better if
you let this marinate for at least 1/2 hour, turning the chicken around in the broth.

After marinating, add the water & bring pot to a boil, then turn down to simmer until chicken & potatoes are tender, about 1/2 hour. Serve over hot rice. This dish is way better the next day & is easily doubled. Serves 6.

*Given the way she emphasized that, I guess my friend doesn’t know my own cooking habits! I always use a full head of garlic.

Arroz Caldo Con Pollo
Rice Chicken Soup

This is a restorative soup given to people who have been ill or just given birth. It is good any time & wicked easy to make.

3 TBL veggie oil (I use olive)
1/2 cup chopped onions (I use the bottom of the scallions)
2 TBL minced garlic
8 1/2 inch slices of ginger

2 1/2 to 3 1/2 lbs of chicken (I use legs & thighs, no skin)
4 TBL of patis (fish sauce) or 2 TBL of salt (Not both!)
6 cups of water
2 cups uncooked rice
1/4 cup chopped scallion greens
1/4 tsp of ground pepper

In a large pot, heat the oil & saute the onion, garlic & ginger until the onions are transparent.

Add the chicken, patis/salt. Cover & simmer for 5 minutes.

Add water & rice. let boil then turn down to low. Stir often to prevent sticking, about 25 minutes or until rice is tender.

Now, you can fish the honking big pieces of ginger out now, if you are serving it to others, or you can just fish them out when you are eating it. My mom uses ginger powder ’cause people hate the fishing out part, but I think it tastes different.

Add the scallion tops & pepper just before serving. Serves 6 to 8, or makes a lot of yummy leftovers

Cooperation v. competition?

February 24th, 2010

I’ve got a discussion I hope will be interesting up on the boston.com blog. Check it out.

Today’s column

February 21st, 2010

… is online here.

I had a lot to say about personal experience with the column that I thought was running today, but the column I thought was running today, isn’t. I haven’t much to say about this one — except that, as far as Facebook games are concerned, if I wanted to help all my friends raise barns, I would go be Amish, and if I were Amish, I wouldn’t be on Facebook, now, would I?

What’s going on

February 19th, 2010

As I posted on my boston.com blog, and as you’ve undoubtedly noticed, my blog presence has been stepping down of late. My absolute priorities in life are getting my health back on track, my column, my Harvard job, and my family, friends, and community. Last week’s Deadline from Hell sent me into a pretty bad relapse that I’m just now coming out of. So blogging has to take a back seat for a while.

I love this blog, and the way it enables me to share all the weird things I notice, to ruminate about theater or psychology or fashion or religion or just about anything. I love your thoughtful comments. And I do hope to get back to daily posting soon. But it’s not going to happen right now. Keep me in your RSS feed (and your hearts), and keep checking my Twitter feed (robinabrahams) for links to stuff I think you’d be interested in. And in the meantime, I thank you for your patience. Once I get off thruster power and back into full warp speed, the good times will resume in full force. I just need a little time to pull my resources — physical, emotional, mental — back together.

Chat today!

February 17th, 2010

I’ll be chatting from noon-1pm today here. Come by, it’s fun! Like talk radio. only with typos.

How I spent Valentine’s Day

February 15th, 2010

… the story is here.

Today’s column

February 14th, 2010

… is online here.

I’ve also got an extra feature up — since this was a wedding issue, go figure — about how to deliver a toast. It was written for weddings, but works for other situations, too.

Still in high emergency mode here

February 12th, 2010

… no posties today.

And there’s so much I want to talk with you all about, too! But we shall have to wait, my dears, we shall have to wait.

Oh, and Happy Birthday to Charles Darwin! I am celebrating by walking upright. Which, as exhausted as I am, is kind of an accomplishment.

Theater ticket giveaway!

February 11th, 2010

It’s another theater ticket giveaway!

Not Enough Air” at Central Square Theater opens today and runs through March 14. Be the first to comment on this post, and I’ll give you two tickets, along with complimentary parking and drink vouchers. (Previous winners John H. and Elizabeth aren’t eligible; part of the reason I do this is to introduce new people to this wonderful theater.)

I can’t review the play, partly because I am on the board of the theater, but more to the point because I haven’t seen it. However, it sounds absolutely fascinating — a brand-new play about a playwright:

Drawn into the sensational 1920′s murder trial of Ruth Snyder, famed journalist-turned-playwright Sophie Treadwell finds herself compelled to give voice to Ruth’s story through her landmark play, “Machinal.”

And it’s being directed by Melia Bensussen, and that woman can direct the hell out of a play, I tell you what. She did Actors’ Shakespeare Project’s “Taming of the Shrew” this season and “Merchant of Venice” last, both of which were absolutely brilliant. So I think you’d be in for a good time at the theater — I know I can’t wait to see it on Sunday.

Who’s on first?

Romancing the … no, I can’t say it

February 10th, 2010

I’ve got a discussion going on the other blog today about “What is romantic?” in honor of Valentine’s Day. That’s probably where the action will be, so go check it out.

And here’s a little story I’m not sharing with the boston.com crowd: yesterday, I was doing a radio interview on the same topic. What is romance, do men and women define it differently, media versus actual people’s ideas of romance, etc. During the entire interview, Milo was sitting at my feet, happily pleasuring himself.

No, I didn’t mention it. That, my friends, is what it means to be a professional.

Comment of the week

February 9th, 2010

From ATF, in response to the “Manic Monday” post:

Right now, I am just tired of being a grownup. I don’t know of a better way to put it.

I feel you. I don’t think there is a better way to put it! Still on day-job emergency mode here; hope to get a post up this afternoon, but no guarantees. In the meantime, want to play make-believe? Are you tired of being a grownup, too? Where would you most like to be right now? A cruise? An Australian walkabout? A bouncy castle? A holodeck? The Puppy Bowl?

Spam I am

February 8th, 2010

I get an amazing amount of spam on this blog — really, the spamosphere greatly overestimates my influence with the American reading public, I fear. Many of them are just long links to sites where one can acquire porn or drugs, but some actually attempt to look like a real comment of someone delurking. This one, I simply adored; it came with a link to some (probably designer-fake) Ugg boots:

I all joking aside enjoyed reading your blog and frame it both educational and interesting. I hot pants be unwavering to bookmark it and secure in it as large as I can.

Yes, all writers have a dream, and mine is to have a readership that is both hot pants and unwavering!

Just another manic Monday …

February 8th, 2010

Oy. I have a marathon meeting this morning at the business school to work through book edits with my boss. And yes, my alarm didn’t go off, I probably ate some stuff I shouldn’t have at the Superb Owl party, and the edits aren’t fully done because another work-related emergency cropped up on Friday morning (and neither my boss nor I work on Saturdays) and it’s just … oy, that’s what it is!

I’ve been noticing through internet and face-to-face relationships that the past week or two has been weird for everyone. Blogs that I read are having comment drama. (Including a bit on my own, which I am just not dealing with right now.) People are having accidents. Washington D.C. is covered in snow while here there’s not a flake on the ground. Friends are fighting and breaking up. The Smoke Monster’s rival is inhabiting a re-animated Sayid. (That’s my theory.)

Tell me it’s not just me and my network. Has this been a weird time for you as well? What, if anything, do you attribute it to? Midwinter madness?

Let’s consider this an open thread, and also a requests thread. Anything you’d like me to blog about? Or follow up on from previous discussions?