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Oct

Crossing Cultures Over an Artichoke

by Janine Boylan on October 22, 2012

Artichoke, illustrating a food known by some only when crossing cultures

Artichoke in a farmer’s market
© Janine Boylan

Food for Thought: What’s in a Name?

I saw this artichoke today at a local farm stand, and it provided some food for thought on crossing cultures.

I grew up eating artichokes. In fact, they have always been one of my favorite foods. Now I am fortunate to live near acres of artichoke fields. And I have learned that artichokes are delicious served marinated, barbecued, and, of course, deep fried. But my favorite is still simply steamed.

So when my friend and her husband came to visit from Australia, I had to cook artichokes. I thought of it as a bit of a cultural encounter.

I prepared the thistle flowers: pulling off the small, tough outermost leaves, trimming the top and stem, and then pruning each remaining pointed leaf just below its needle-sharp barb.

My friend and her husband both cautiously watched the progress as we all speculated how early people determined that these things were edible!

After the artichokes finished steaming in a giant pot, I pulled them out with tongs and placed one on each of their plates.

Unsure how to even begin to eat it, my friend watched me for clues. I talked her through carefully peeling a steaming leaf and scraping off the tender end. She hesitantly tried it and was pleasantly surprised by the taste.

She devoured the leaves until she had to pause for the thinner prickly purple leaves. I coached her through this phase of the artichoke.

And then I showed her how to carve off the odd thick fuzz to reveal the prize: the heart. She loved it all and wondered how she could get artichokes where she lived.

Her husband had been watching this process with raised eyebrows.

His artichoke sat untouched on his plate, and I found our why. His food for thought about this cultural encounter: “As a rule, I don’t eat anything with choke in its name.”

Oh, I see.

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Crossing Cultures/Language & Culture

15

Oct

New Perspectives on Beauty from Eric Holubow

by Janine Boylan on October 15, 2012

Abandoned space at Washburne Trade School in Chicago, Illinois, showing new perspectives on beauty

Abandoned space at Washburne Trade School in Chicago, Illinois
© Eric Holubow

Can There Be Beauty in Decay?

Eric Holubow, urban exploration photographer, gave me new perspectives on beauty. He creates haunting views into life’s changes through snapshots of glorious buildings as they fall into disrepair.

Abandoned Church

Gary, Indiana’s City Methodist Church once held nearly 3,000 members. Now its rainbow-colored windows have made way for exploring vines. Its floors beckon weeds, and its roof welcomes trees. Yet Holubow shows that it is still a place for inspiration.

Ruins of Holy Trinity Church in Gary, Indiana, showing new perspectives on beauty

Ruins of the Holy Trinity Church in Gary, Indiana
© Eric Holubow

Auto Manufacturing Plant

Detroit’s Packard plant was a modern and innovative automobile facility when it opened in 1903. Now the dense concrete walls are crumbling. The air is heavy with musty, decades-old rot. Holubow depicts a space waiting for its next chapter. But he includes a carefully-placed automobile seat that offers a view of inspiration and discovery in the future.

Remains of the Packard Auto Plant in Detroit, Michigan, showing new perspectives on beauty

Remains of the Packard Auto Plant in Detroit, Michigan
© Eric Holubow

Candy Factory

These images of Brach’s candy factory reveal layers of change. The snow has provided a pristine new carpet for the hallway. The walls boast spray paint as colorful as the candy once made there.

Abandoned Brach's candy factory in Chicago, Illinois, showing new perspectives on beauty

Hallway in Brach’s candy factory in Chicago, Illinois
© Eric Holubow

Like a resident ghost, paintings of the company’s signature candy refuse to be peeled away.

Wall in abandoned Brach's candy factory in Chicago, Illinois, showing new perspectives on beauty

Wall in Brach’s candy factory in Chicago, Illinois
© Eric Holubow

From Theater to Parking Lot

Some of Holubow’s images show buildings he caught just before they were leveled to make way for a new generation. Others, like this theater-turned-parking lot, show buildings that are already transformed with a new purpose and identity.

Michigan Theater in Detroit, Michigan, converted into parking lot and showing new perspectives on beauty

Parking lot on site of Michigan Theater in Detroit, Michigan
© Eric Holubow

Windows Into a Beautiful History

Holubow offers, “In these forgotten and overlooked places, I see not just loss, tragedy, or decay, but the chaos in which a new architect’s vision may be born.”

For me, each image is a window to the place’s beautiful history. I imagine the—

craftsmen who carefully laid each piece of stained glass

artists who spent hours carving and painting the intricate designs on the ceiling

worshippers who quietly shuffled through the aisles

workers who inspected thousands of sparkling wrapped candies

ushers who helped patrons to their velvety seats

person who slid the dirty bench to look out the gaping hole in the wall

teens who tagged the shiny white tile walls

Oh, I see such haunting beauty in this decay and gain new perspectives. What do you see? Leave a comment.

See more of Holubow’s images on Flickr and Facebook.

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The World's Photography/USA

11

Oct

Life Lesson: Slowing Down at the Airport

by Janine Boylan October 11, 2012

If video does not display, watch it here.

Connecting with People Instead of a Flight

Like the planes in this video, I had been zooming in and out of airports all day long—from early in the morning until dark. In fact, I was at my fourth airport of the day. And I still wasn’t home.

The night before, my flight in Dallas had been cancelled. After just three hours of sleep, I negotiated a flight to Houston, and then rushed onto another plane to Nashville, where I stopped long enough to give a ten-minute presentation.

Then I caught a plane to Chicago, which was supposed to be the last stop before home.

Rushing to Be First in Line

I had taken possession of a seat near the boarding gate. I noticed that everyone on this flight seemed to have a carry-on bag. That meant lots of competition for overhead storage space.

But if I strategically jumped up to be first in line, I knew I could at least get my luggage in the bins. I double checked that my boarding pass was ready and that my bag was facing the right way for me to grab and go.

Once I knew everything was ready, I sat back in my seat and looked onto the pitch black runway. Knife cuts of lightning flashed in the sky. Rain drops snaked down the glass.

The Dreaded Delays Set In

The screen over the desk promised the scheduled departure time.  Then the time began to inch 10 minutes later, 20 minutes later . . .

People were filling the empty seats that other passengers had politely left between groups of travelers. Before long there wasn’t a column left to lean against, and teens in cut off jeans were starting to occupy the floor. The air was thick with frustration.

The speaker crackled, and a simultaneous groan came out of every seasoned business traveller who knew what was coming:

“The FAA has closed the airport until further notice due to the storm.”

“The plane that was scheduled to land here is now landing in Minneapolis.”

“The plane that was right behind it is on its way to Detroit.”

“We’re looking for another plane and will keep you informed as we receive news.”

I took the opportunity to download another book. I settled into my seat, raising my imaginary walls, retreating into my private world, refusing to even look at other passengers who might take valuable overhead storage space.

But the woman next to me leaned over and explained that she had been traveling from Europe. She was tired and wanted a bottle of water. Would I mind saving her seat while she went and bought one?

A Change in Strategy

As I raised my head to acknowledge her, I had an Oh, I see moment. Something was happening around me. The delay of the plane had broken down the barriers between strangers, and people were coming together.

A retired couple was making funny faces at a baby to keep her laughing.

A bearded, T-shirt-clad man was gesturing wildly to illustrate a story he was sharing with a smiling business man.

Parents with a stroller filled with suitcases sat back as their two toddlers charmed a group of teenage girls.

This inspired me to slide my suitcase over and save my new friend’s seat. When she returned, in between calls and texts to family members, we shared experiences and found we both loved learning languages.

She was moving to a place near my home, so I provided some tips for apartment hunting. I found her stories much more interesting than the book I had downloaded.

Several crackly announcements later, the voice promised that our plane had arrived, and we would be boarding. I rechecked my boarding pass, repositioned my bag, and prepared to get in the line.

But this time I wasn’t worried about being first. Did it really matter if I had to check my bag?

A tiny life challenge had become a life lesson. I was about to board with a big group of friends.

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Art of Travel/Life Lessons

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