Radio seems to be a dying art, unless of course you're listening to public radio. Even competing with the TV, Netflix streaming, and the Internets sometimes nothing beats a good radio show.
Try listening to this show about the history of night by historian Robert Ekirch in the dark with some candles. He talks about first and second sleep, and all the things people would do at night during their somabulatory hours.
Or this awesome discussion of patent trolls (hint* includes bonus mequito laser beams).
Of course, if you don't want to listen to radio you can always read about it in Sarah Vowell's Radio On: A Listerner's Diary.
This blog examines the modern world through the lens of Thoreau's famous experiment at Walden Pond to live an intentional life while navigating the challenges of modern technology and society. Pwned is a gaming term that is a corruption of the word "owned." To pwn someone or something is to dominate it. Walden Pwned is a collection of my writings and reflections on the tension between technology and society, and how we use technology or are used by it.
Showing posts with label Thoreau. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thoreau. Show all posts
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Taking a Break from the Cell Phone
I’m on a diet this weekend.
No, I am not watching my calories, but cutting down on cell phone time. Unless
I am under a work deadline, I try not to check my email. I leave my phone
plugged in the other room, and sometimes (Gasp!) I don’t even take it with me
when I leave the house to walk down to town.
What if someone needs
to get hold of me? Well, I’ll be home
within the hour, and I don’t know any life saving medical techniques that I
could tell them over the phone to save anyone. I guess they can wait?
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Thoreau Provides a Great Housing Bubble Gut Check
“When the [owner] has got his house, he may not be the richer for it, but poorer for it, and it be the house that got him.” Thoreau
After several hours wallowing in real estate blogs I decided to redirect my energies toward something positive: enjoying my apartment. I brewed up a cup of French press coffee, which feels like a luxury since I cut back from my standard morning cup, and headed out to the balcony to read in the afternoon sun. I rested my feet on my patio table in my pjs, plopped on my hat and settled in to read Thoreau’s writing on Shelter.
Shelter is an interesting word. Thoreau draws a sharp contrast between shelter, which implies a fundamental human need, and a home, which he recognizes activates all sorts of other wants and emotions. Thoreau’s incredibly specific terminology is at its core a fundamental critique of society’s obsession with housing: shelter, he forcefully reminds us, is about keeping the elements at bay, and providing covering at night. This is pretty radical thinking that is nowhere in evidence on the MLS (or in shelter magazines, a genre that modernly obliterates Thoreau’s careful distinction between wants and needs as it celebrates home décor and the very extravagances Thoreau sought to pare away).
While it may not be practical to look to Thoreau for literal real estate advice, reading him provides a great gut check exercise when you are in need of some perspective. Besides, can’t you just imagine telling your agent you are looking for “Preferably four walls, a roof, and something that forces me to exchange as little of the thing called life for it?” Challenging yourself to question needs and wants may allow you to approach your real estate search in a way that lets you better see potential in houses others take a pass on: do you really need a living room, and a family room, and a dining room, or will a living space with an open flow and a shared dining room work for the way you actually live? How much space do you really need, and are you buying the square footage for living or for storing stuff?
Rereading Thoreau has given me the clarity to see the insanity of our current local market, and to really feel committed that a much smaller place may work for us.
Don’t get me wrong--I don’t think that everyone needs to live in a small cabin in the woods (and for the record, neither did Thoreau who was very clear that his experiment was less about building a sustainable, alternative model of living than in provoking people to examine their economic lives). I also understand that the frustration of continually having to scale back your dreams out of financial necessity can reach a breaking point when it runs up against that old thing called human dignity. But the idea of periodically revisiting your wants and needs is a valuable one, and Thoreau provides a great sounding board even if the man did write his book in the 1840s.
After several hours wallowing in real estate blogs I decided to redirect my energies toward something positive: enjoying my apartment. I brewed up a cup of French press coffee, which feels like a luxury since I cut back from my standard morning cup, and headed out to the balcony to read in the afternoon sun. I rested my feet on my patio table in my pjs, plopped on my hat and settled in to read Thoreau’s writing on Shelter.
Shelter is an interesting word. Thoreau draws a sharp contrast between shelter, which implies a fundamental human need, and a home, which he recognizes activates all sorts of other wants and emotions. Thoreau’s incredibly specific terminology is at its core a fundamental critique of society’s obsession with housing: shelter, he forcefully reminds us, is about keeping the elements at bay, and providing covering at night. This is pretty radical thinking that is nowhere in evidence on the MLS (or in shelter magazines, a genre that modernly obliterates Thoreau’s careful distinction between wants and needs as it celebrates home décor and the very extravagances Thoreau sought to pare away).
While it may not be practical to look to Thoreau for literal real estate advice, reading him provides a great gut check exercise when you are in need of some perspective. Besides, can’t you just imagine telling your agent you are looking for “Preferably four walls, a roof, and something that forces me to exchange as little of the thing called life for it?” Challenging yourself to question needs and wants may allow you to approach your real estate search in a way that lets you better see potential in houses others take a pass on: do you really need a living room, and a family room, and a dining room, or will a living space with an open flow and a shared dining room work for the way you actually live? How much space do you really need, and are you buying the square footage for living or for storing stuff?
Rereading Thoreau has given me the clarity to see the insanity of our current local market, and to really feel committed that a much smaller place may work for us.
Don’t get me wrong--I don’t think that everyone needs to live in a small cabin in the woods (and for the record, neither did Thoreau who was very clear that his experiment was less about building a sustainable, alternative model of living than in provoking people to examine their economic lives). I also understand that the frustration of continually having to scale back your dreams out of financial necessity can reach a breaking point when it runs up against that old thing called human dignity. But the idea of periodically revisiting your wants and needs is a valuable one, and Thoreau provides a great sounding board even if the man did write his book in the 1840s.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Where to Live
"I'm rich according to the number of things I can do without" -Thoreau
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about where and how to live. When my husband and I first left LA for Ventura, we were shocked by how much further our housing dollar stretched. For less than we were paying in LA we could rent by the beach, with a huge balcony and a million dollar view of the ocean. Fast forward several years and real estate prices and rents have both shot up. Compared to Santa Barbara and LA, the City of Ventura now seems suprisingly unaffordable. The fundamentals have shifted, and the math doesn't really make sense.
So I've been thinking a lot about our options:
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about where and how to live. When my husband and I first left LA for Ventura, we were shocked by how much further our housing dollar stretched. For less than we were paying in LA we could rent by the beach, with a huge balcony and a million dollar view of the ocean. Fast forward several years and real estate prices and rents have both shot up. Compared to Santa Barbara and LA, the City of Ventura now seems suprisingly unaffordable. The fundamentals have shifted, and the math doesn't really make sense.
So I've been thinking a lot about our options:
- Stay renting where we are
- Move ten minutes outside of town to a more rural area (but increase my commute and necessitate two cars)
- Move to a cheaper, smaller town like Santa Paula
- Buy a 700 Sq Ft home here in Downtown Ventura
I'm seriously considering all of these options. The one that seems most interesting at the moment is the small 700 sq ft house with no parking and second bedroom small enough it can only fit a twin bed.
Hear me out: a small house might actually work for us since it would let us live in a walkable community, which is really important to us. We like being in the downtown area, and a small house means lower expenses, less stuff, and more freedom to live intentionally. It's also a five minute walk to the beach.
It would likely mean giving the dining room table back to my parents (it was my grandmother's) to store in their garage, but truthfully it is a piece of furniture on which we store mail. We eat on our ottomon anyway.
The only reason it really makes sense for us is the location, and the fact that if we are honest withourselves about how we use our home, it could be perfect.
The house continues to be available becuase we may be the only people insane enough to carefully question what we need versus what we want.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
What Not to Wear--Debt
What’s in Vogue—Saving Money
Women’s magazines are a guilty pleasure. Sure, I had the
requisite subscription to seventeen as a tween. I read cosmo through college
until I confirmed my sneaking suspicion that the magazine simply recycled its
stories every two years and I had finished reading any remaining original
content. Still, while I showed up at
the hair dressers packing my laptop and my work reading, I never had any
intention of cracking open that book.
Instead, I would sit there for a half hour developing my color and my
knowledge of trashy celebrity gossip, sex tips, and fashion advice. And what overpriced fashion advice it is.
Yet for the past twelve months I have been a Vogue reader,
courtesy of a miss-mailed subscription that the mailman insists of delivering
to the wrong box. So despite the fact
that I haven’t invited any magazine other than Wired into my home for years,
I’ve spent more time than I have since high school consuming perfumed ads,
counting the number of pages of advertising I must flip through to find a table
of contents, and wondering enviously how Plum Sykes manages to make enough
money to pay for her expensive boot habit.
As someone who scores most of her finds at the local thrift
store (theory camelhair and cashmere turtleneck!) or Nordstrom’s rack (Edlman
and DJ Pliner boots!), even the prices in Lucky
magazine seem ludicrous. Vogue is a veritable shit show of how the
other half lives. I can’t really lose
myself in the pages of a magazine whose ads remind me of CNN: where products
and services I will never purchase (Really, Boeing?) are advertised.
Sometimes as I flip through I fantasize about what I would
actually want. If I made one splurge
purchase what would come home with me?
But then that price tag and its requisite dollar signs dangle before
me. Which do you covet more? Sky high killer heels or those sky high
killer bills? One of them definitely
makes my debt look fat. Much like Domino
(the best magazine ever) folded because its readers simply copied the magazine’s
killer looks for less (which happens when you have a readership of DIY divas),
I read Vogue not for product advice
but the styling. And so I tear out the
occasional picture or ad, and let it inspire me as I go shopping in my own
closet. Because I can definitely afford
that.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
On Walden Pwned
In 1854 Henry David Thoreau published On Walden Pond, a reflection on living deliberatively. His experiment sought to reveal the essentials of life, and his meditation on this exercise is one of the most provacative books in American history. It is also one of the only modern treatises on modern industrial worklife, as explored in this phenomenal article, Thoreau's Alternative Economics, by Professor Brian Walker.
Thoreau's voice is perhaps even more relevant today in the face of stagnant wages and a world accelerated by technology, where the trappings and complexities of modern work and home life present increasing challenge to American Society and human happiness. Thoreau wrote before the automobile, fax machines, smart phones, television, and the internet. Yet much of what he says about man becoming the tools of his tools can be fruitfully applied to these discussions.
Thoreau never intended his time on Walden Pond as a permanant solution, nor did he believe everyone needed to move to a cabin: his two years were intended to serve as an experiment in pealing away the needs of life to its essence. Instead, he hoped to provide a model by which we could seperate wants and needs, and question the role of seemingly ingrained practices and habits in order to live a life of intention.
This blog examines the modern world through the lens of Thoreau's experiment, and seeks to realize his goal of the intentional life. I use Pwned, a gaming term that is a corruption of the word "owned:" To pwn someone or something is to dominate it. Walden Pond is an idea more than it is a physical place: Walden Pwned pays homage to Thoreau's experiment, and refers to one's ability to live an intentional life while navigating the challenges of modern technology and society. On Walden Pwned is a collection of my writings and reflections on what it means to live the good life.
Thoreau's voice is perhaps even more relevant today in the face of stagnant wages and a world accelerated by technology, where the trappings and complexities of modern work and home life present increasing challenge to American Society and human happiness. Thoreau wrote before the automobile, fax machines, smart phones, television, and the internet. Yet much of what he says about man becoming the tools of his tools can be fruitfully applied to these discussions.
Thoreau never intended his time on Walden Pond as a permanant solution, nor did he believe everyone needed to move to a cabin: his two years were intended to serve as an experiment in pealing away the needs of life to its essence. Instead, he hoped to provide a model by which we could seperate wants and needs, and question the role of seemingly ingrained practices and habits in order to live a life of intention.
This blog examines the modern world through the lens of Thoreau's experiment, and seeks to realize his goal of the intentional life. I use Pwned, a gaming term that is a corruption of the word "owned:" To pwn someone or something is to dominate it. Walden Pond is an idea more than it is a physical place: Walden Pwned pays homage to Thoreau's experiment, and refers to one's ability to live an intentional life while navigating the challenges of modern technology and society. On Walden Pwned is a collection of my writings and reflections on what it means to live the good life.
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