There are bar crawls and taco crawls and even cupcake crawls, so why not cookie crawls? Why not cookie crawls around the world?
We’ve taken that sugar-drunk fantasy and made it a reality. We’ve rounded of 46 Cookies of the World that feature the kooky, classic, and addictive recipes from our staff, friends, and community members just so you can country hop, cookie-style.
Jane Long is a Brisbane-based fine art photographer and artist, who is the mind behind the wildly imaginative Dancing with Costicăseries. According to Long, she was looking for photos to test her retouching skills on, when she stumbled upon the Flickr account of Costică Acsinte, a Romanian photographer who took the original photos throughout the 1930s and ’40s.
After seeing them she felt the need not only to reimagine them, but also create a story for them. “I will probably never know the real stories of these people but in my mind they became characters in tales of my own invention,” Long said of her thought process in creating the surreal images,”Star crossed lovers, a girl waiting for her lover to come home, boys sharing a fantasy, innocent children with a little hint of something dark.” The results are these series of images that take on an otherworldly dreamlike look.
The photographer, who goes by the name of Beethy, started having extreme anxiety in 2009. In a reflection on the piece, he told his fans about about his experiences with panic attacks and suicidal thoughts.
“At any random point in the day I can get these attacks,” he wrote. “During these attacks I’m overwhelmed with the feeling of imminent death. No rational thinking can erase the thought or feeling. Imagine having a gun held to your head. And you know it’s going to go off. You just don’t know when. That’s what happens when I experience an attack. I get these daily. I hide it well from people around me. By just walking away. Or keeping to myself a lot.”
“Really glad I found this and the photo,” a reader on Beethy’s blog post said. “Finding this and everyone elses (sic) posts has made me realize I’m not alone. There are more of us with inner demons then society admits.”
This is the tale of how I accidentally slept with a racist, and the laughably horrible things he said to me while I lay in his bed.
In July I travelled around the Cyclades with two friends, reunited after spending a year apart at different universities, and re-learning who we might have become in the time away. We’d met Australian Sam and his friend in Athens and, excited at seeing a familiar face in a Mykonos club, dragged them across the dance floor. What we took for enthusiasm at mutual recognition turned out to be more prosaic; Australian Sam and co had no memory at all of our previous meeting and clearly thought their irresistible physical magnetism was what made us pluck them out of the crowd. When you’re determined to get over an ex – even if it has been the best part of a year since the breakup – and let’s be real, prove that “still got it!” attractiveness to yourself, bad things can happen.
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Over his shoulder my friends wiggled their eyebrows and smiled encouragingly, knowing I was accomplishing my “mission”. I remember thinking his blue eyes (not my usual) seemed bright and fun, and though I felt very strongly that he was arrogant, his shoulders were the exact right height for me to wrap my arms around. So we ended up at his hotel on the other side of the island. Feel free to insert your chosen comic-book euphemism here.
I am no expert on the details of hookups. There aren’t a lot of notches on my bedpost but I feel certain casual racism isn’t the norm when it comes to postcoital pillow talk. We were sharing vaguely awkward, but perfectly pleasant, small talk about life in the UK and Australia and he had just demonstrated his predictably bad British accent, featuring all those familiar harmless stereotypes.
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His “Indian” accent (purely the word “curry” repeated over and over) segued neatly into a generic “Asian” one (where he said words such as “noodles”, “massage”, and “ladyboy”).
It started to dawn on me that this good-looking stranger had deeper character flaws than just a tendency to focus all conversation on himself. Somehow, I’d foolishly assumed that everyone everywhere was now aware of how not OK this kind of shit is. Or at the very least that they would keep it between themselves and their white mates. How did I fuck up so monumentally and end up in a room alone with this jerk? The only consolation was the thought of how grimly hilarious a story it would become.
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When I pointed out the blatant racism of his comments, Australian Sam told me Australians “just don’t care about that stuff”. Dancing about a half-step away from “I don’t see skin colour” territory, he said: “If someone wants to get offended because their skin colour is mentioned, that’s their fault.” I snorted in disbelief. My “racist radar” had experienced a major malfunction and now here I was in bed with a guy who thought his love for Biggie and 50 Cent negated his total inexperience with the existence of black people as actual human beings with whom he could interact. I was tired and tipsy, and even though I wanted to tell him where he was going, he wasn’t worth any more of my time or breath.
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As it was, I was clinging to the very edge of the mattress with my body contorted to avoid any physical contact with this person who by now was truly repulsive to me, and trying not to cry, and wondering how I could get the fuck out of there.
Weeks later, seeking solace, I asked various women of colour friends if they’d experienced any similar racism from romantic or sexual partners, and so many had stories to tell: One told me how her ex-boyfriend used to mimic her accent as she spoke Tamil on the phone to her mum. Another – of Indian and Pakistani origin – was asked to “like, sing in Indian while I rap” by one sexual partner and told “you’re quite pretty, and not that hairy, for one of your lot” by another. For every story of “casual racism as flirtation” shared, I have no doubt that hundreds more go unreported except among groups of exhausted women torn between grim amusement and despair.
A classmate I spoke to, who is of mixed black and white Southeast African origin, had slept with a white South African who insisted on discussing apartheid, her “tribe”, and his exhilaration at “breaking the rules”. The rhetoric and mentality of colonialism is so often still painfully present for so many of us – and not just in our institutions and systems. And unfortunately, racists don’t tend to wear badges to identify them: It would be a lot easier to work out who to avoid on a sweaty dance floor if they did, and whose bright blue eyes to ignore.
A stroke of genius reminded me I had the only set of keys to the room I was sharing with my friends. I dug them out of my pocket as proof but he’d already immediately offered to take me back. Perhaps he had sensed my discomfort, but more likely he felt I had fulfilled my purpose and was no longer necessary.
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The grimmest circumstances often yield comedy like nothing else: As the bike plodded painfully up a hill, we realised it had a flat tyre. I would have laughed at the farce of it all if I hadn’t wanted to scream into the night at the thought of being trapped in the middle of nowhere with this foolish racist. By some minor miracle, the bike managed to last until the club, where I hopped off and ran awkwardly in my tight “pulling” skirt away into the crowds. I desperately – childishly – hoped his quad bike would give up entirely, leaving him stranded. I never saw Australian Sam again. I left Mykonos two days later. I don’t imagine I’ll ever return.
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The happy ending is this: I channelled all my hurt and rage into the first iteration of this piece, and began to feel OK again. This didn’t have to scar me, or change my thoughts about sex, or myself. It could just be one experience of many, one sad night of so many happy ones, a valuable life lesson learnt (that lesson being “try not to sleep with awful racist men”). And frankly, getting a piece of writing internationally published is the biggest and best “fuck you” I could have.
No, I’m not really on a boat but it is a nice idea. For today’s Wanderlust Wednesday we explore some of the best places to live or visit on a boat.
A houseboat is a boat that has been designed or modified to be used primarily as a home. Some houseboats are not motorized, because they are usually moored, kept stationary at a fixed point and often tethered to land to provide utilities. However, many are capable of operation under their own power. Float house is a Canadian and U.S. term for a house on a float (raft), a rough house may be called a shanty boat.
I am going really simple for today’s post with a new song favorite….Somebody Loves You by Betty Who. This is my new anthem for whenever I need a little pick me up, it’s good to know somebody loves me. Loving this catchy tune. Hope it lifts you up this Monday. Enjoy and remember Somebody Loves You!
As an anthropology major, it thrills me to no end to introduce the artist for this week. From Australia, to New Zealand, to Ireland, and back again, Jane Stradwick has had the world for inspiration. As an archaeologist, Jane spent many years working on digs in Ireland. The attention to detail that is present in her archaeological technical drawings is amazing and she brings that same focus to her work as a portrait illustrator; effectively capturing the essence of her subjects in her work. Below, Jane speaks to us in her own words about her life and inspirations. To learn more about Jane’s work visit: janestradwick.com; https://www.etsy.com/shop/LittleOnePortraits; http://instagram.com/p/kp6UGEAJmx/
Most of the technical drawings were from my time working as an archaeologist in Ireland. These were typically done with Rotring Rapidograph ink pens on Mylar sheets. I work in a lot of mediums. One of my favourites is acrylic on stretched cotton – it’s fast drying but gives a lovely matte finish. The portraits I have been doing lately have mainly consisted of prismacolor pencils on toned paper.
4) Links to/Examples of your work:
5) Brief Biography:
Originally from Australia, I spent most of my early life in Wellington and Auckland, NZ. I graduated from Whitecliffe College of Art and Design in 1994 and went on to have jobs in different creative industries – costume design and make up artistry to name a few. I traveled a lot in my late 20’s and my early 30’s while I was working as an archaeologist in Ireland. I moved to Melbourne 6 years ago and now I live with my wonderful three and a half son Oscar.
1) What does wholehearted and mindful living mean to you?
Being fully present in my life.
2) How do you practice wholehearted and mindful living?
I aim to be present in every experience and (try) not to judge myself for whatever I feel. I try to surround myself with images and music that are my version of beauty and A LOT of plants.
3) What or who inspires you?
I am inspired by people that are unafraid to be their truest selves.
4) Answer this quote: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one, wild, and precious life?” ~Mary Oliver
Be kind and try to keep your focus on the things you do want.
5) What words of wisdom would you offer to your younger self?
So many things but I guess to start with saying that being yourself is the most important thing you can do – for yourself and others. Sometimes you have to stand up for that right because people will try to shape you into an image that pleases or suits them – no one is worth losing yourself for.
1) You feature many archaeological sketches on your site http://janestradwick.com/index.html and your Kickstarter project aims to capture fleeting moments of childhood. What is the importance of
time, history, and memory in your work?
I grew up when you had to drop off your photos and pick them up. Digital photography has changed a lot about how we see and shape our history. When you only had 24 frames, with no preview, you captured a relatively objective second in time. For most things there was no going back and changing what that lasting image was going to be. Now we take a million photos, delete all but the ones that represent how we would like to remember something.
I think painting/ drawing has always been the latter, even expressionism, because we call a piece finished when it suits what we want to see. I guess with my art I take that one step further and try and extract the most beauty I can with every piece, and with colour pencils, you can layer the shades so there is a wonderful depth and opportunity to create a gorgeous colour palette.
2) How has becoming a mother influenced your work and journey as an artist?
Well, for a start I became quite familiar with how light falls on a young face because I think over my son’s three and a half years I must have stared at his face for two of those! I took so many photos and wanted to draw and paint him and really capture the essence of who he was to me. That’s what got me thinking about drawing portraits of other parents loved little ones.
3) What meaning do you hope people get out of your work?
I am constantly getting surprised reactions of how much my portraits capture the subject. That is what I want. I want people to relate to the portrait like they would the subject.
4) What do you hope is the impact of your work?
I hope that over time my portraits become something special to the families that receive them. A little bit of history and beauty.
5) What projects do you have on the horizon?
I am currently in the process of completing three portraits with seven in the queue after that. I am working with my brother who is a game designer (http://www.monstrumgames.com/) illustrating stills for the game interface. I am also working on another project, I have been trying to hone my craft before I release it – exciting times!!