I think there’s a worship of nature, which ties to modern industrialism, but is slightly different. People have created a dichotomy between natural and artificial. In a time of hipsterism and crises of authenticity, no one wants to be artificial. There’s a way in which I think an emphasis on natural foods grows out of an anxiety about disappearing standards of authenticity in modern culture.
via Confront Death by Avoiding Fritos: The Gluten Lie, Fad Diets, & Foodie Faith | Religion Dispatches.
I thought my father was so absorbed into the disease, the mind-blotting purgatory of Alzheimer’s, that he was essentially no longer himself, essentially no longer alive, though not yet dead. But now I know this is not the case. He is still alive, to the core, and he is still my dad, Don Villeneuve, his spirit has not been erased. I visited him on Friday and he was asleep. He had been sleeping a lot lately, and my mother said “something is wrong.” I just thought it was the disease, because it is so hard to tell– so many people at the home just sit and stare, or sleep. But my mother knows her husband, and there was something wrong. She got a call this morning. He was in the hospital. They did not tell her why, and she got dressed and drove to SLO to find out. He had pneumonia and a urinary tract infection. Since he is unable to express himself with words no one could tell what was wrong– he was just sleeping a lot. When my mother was at the ER the doctor told her she had to choose whether to administer antibiotics, or to just let nature take its course. Now this was on her to make the decision, and it is probably the hardest decision anyone will ever need to make in their life– whether to let one’s beloved die, or to help them stay alive. It is so hard to know when to let them go, and when to try to pull them back. But she finally called Traci, her only grandchild, for some sage advice. Traci suggested she ask someone outside of the family, and so my mother called in a Pastor. Together they made the decision to give dad antibiotics. And then they brought him back to the Home, and my mother stayed the night. I packed a suitcase for her and brought it back to SLO from home, along with julie, the dog. Julie held vigil on dad’s lap and I took this short video. I can tell you, the dog knows. She and Dad have a deep connection, and I think it shows in her eyes.
IMG 4870 from Karen Villeneuve on Vimeo.
Finally, a comprehensive biographical writeup about the venerable Los Angeles dancer-choreographer, Sarah Elgart!
Sarah Elgart: A Career in Motion | Los Angeles | Artbound | KCET.
PARDON ME for pressing this, but I just sort of followed the blinking lights and up came this on my screen like the aftertaste of reflux after a sardine lunch… for the sake of contrast, tell me BoP readers, is this what *beauty* has become? Is this what SEXY is? Personally, I think it’s an insult, an abomination really, to the seductive power of feminine restraint.
Carmen Ortega steps out in a Kim Kardashian look | Daily Mail Online.