Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Bending your ears... and knees, on this lovely winding path
"Every day is a winding roaaaad... I get a little bit closer." As Sheryl Crow once sang, in a profoundly catchy way, our paths are begining to wind more and more around this diverse and magical planet. There are now so many ways to tweek one's interest in travelling... "I get a little bit closer" closer to the ultimate travelling experience. Surfing each of our devices to select our path is easier than ever. People don't get "lost" anymore. There are millions of ways to virtually construct one's desired path. We can live virtually, read about others' experiences first, and then create our own path. It's like a rough draft copy of our lives. Organizing our trips efficiently is nothing new, but with more options in the emotional aspect,and more modes of transportations to transport those emotions... vacationing has evolved into a qualificational experience.
The Cinque Terre 2015 season is approaching fast. There will be 3 cruise ships arriving in the La Spezia Harbour each day, one of which is very close to my heart is the Disney Cruise Line! I performed as Princess Jasmine at Walt Disney World from 2003-2004... so to see guests imbark onto our mediterrenean shores after seeing the Entertainament Cast Members on the ship sing "A Whole New World," I know their hearts will be content to continue seeing The Cinque Terre "a dazzling place I never knew."- Princess Jasmine a.k.a Jennifer :-)
"Every day is a winding roaaaad... I get a little bit closer." As Sheryl Crow once sang, in a profoundly catchy way, our paths are begining to wind more and more around this diverse and magical planet. There are now so many ways to tweek one's interest in travelling... "I get a little bit closer" closer to the ultimate travelling experience. Surfing each of our devices to select our path is easier than ever. People don't get "lost" anymore. There are millions of ways to virtually construct one's desired path. We can live virtually, read about others' experiences first, and then create our own path. It's like a rough draft copy of our lives. Organizing our trips efficiently is nothing new, but with more options in the emotional aspect,and more modes of transportations to transport those emotions... vacationing has evolved into a qualificational experience.
The Cinque Terre 2015 season is approaching fast. There will be 3 cruise ships arriving in the La Spezia Harbour each day, one of which is very close to my heart is the Disney Cruise Line! I performed as Princess Jasmine at Walt Disney World from 2003-2004... so to see guests imbark onto our mediterrenean shores after seeing the Entertainament Cast Members on the ship sing "A Whole New World," I know their hearts will be content to continue seeing The Cinque Terre "a dazzling place I never knew."- Princess Jasmine a.k.a Jennifer :-)
Sunday, May 30, 2010
"The White Tiger" gives you a hunger for life, actually a "Halwai- sweet tooth"
I've been reading "The White Tiger"... and it's coming to an end. It's brilliantly written by Aravind Adiga... I'll post a link to his web page, but anyways I have enjoyed very much his style of writing. His story starts with a man that comes from "The Darkness", a mystical place drawn up by those who pertain to the poor and discluded parts of India. The caste system being held so strongly had shut out these people from the light in a country that has influenced so many dwellers to create, morph their minds and bodies into "gumby" positions in yoga... why shut these people in "The Darkness?"
Caste systems held such an importantance to divide the rich from the poor, and even categorize the poor from the poor... Each last name had a meaning that pertained to their "caste." The story talks about a young man, who as a boy wasn't even given a name... he was "boy"... these are words, words with intrinsic value, but in Dehli in those days, a title was given to eveyone, the last name said it all, top of the list, or bottom. This boy was later called Balrham, and his desitny was suppoosed to be "Maker of sweets"... his last name was "Halwai." What a beautiful destiny... however his family was trapped in "The Darkness"... even the sweetest of names couldn't save you from this path... unless you were an "entrepreneur...
So the tale spun around Balrham, a gifted man who discovers his passion fopr "eavsdropping"... has given him a free education, and a chance to escape "The Darkness." While cleaning up the tea-shops, he would listen in to political convos, instead of being a "spider" (Adiga draws an extraordinary pictures of the movents of the Indian worker in a tea-shop, spiderly movents with a rag i one hang...) The stroy unfolds in the lightness of Dehli, and proves to us how no matter where we come from we all create our destiny. I think it's interseting the significance of a "last name"... as Juliet Capulet once said, "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet". Romeo and Juliet ( Quote Act II, Sc. II). Here in Italy, more so in these small towns... the family tree has blossomed in many directions, and yet the last name still holds a great amount of repect and history.
For the people of these small towns, and for those scattered across this great world, a "cugo'!" "Cousin!" in dialect referres to one who has stayed in their destiny's path, and perhaps created a legacy for their family... and their unchangeble "last name." There are so many people DYING to get married, and change their name, or become famous and have some kind of alter ego, and change their name. But the people who have the up-most repect for themselves and who don't want to be someone they're not... will keep their name, and maybe just tweek their destiny.
Caste systems held such an importantance to divide the rich from the poor, and even categorize the poor from the poor... Each last name had a meaning that pertained to their "caste." The story talks about a young man, who as a boy wasn't even given a name... he was "boy"... these are words, words with intrinsic value, but in Dehli in those days, a title was given to eveyone, the last name said it all, top of the list, or bottom. This boy was later called Balrham, and his desitny was suppoosed to be "Maker of sweets"... his last name was "Halwai." What a beautiful destiny... however his family was trapped in "The Darkness"... even the sweetest of names couldn't save you from this path... unless you were an "entrepreneur...
So the tale spun around Balrham, a gifted man who discovers his passion fopr "eavsdropping"... has given him a free education, and a chance to escape "The Darkness." While cleaning up the tea-shops, he would listen in to political convos, instead of being a "spider" (Adiga draws an extraordinary pictures of the movents of the Indian worker in a tea-shop, spiderly movents with a rag i one hang...) The stroy unfolds in the lightness of Dehli, and proves to us how no matter where we come from we all create our destiny. I think it's interseting the significance of a "last name"... as Juliet Capulet once said, "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet". Romeo and Juliet ( Quote Act II, Sc. II). Here in Italy, more so in these small towns... the family tree has blossomed in many directions, and yet the last name still holds a great amount of repect and history.
For the people of these small towns, and for those scattered across this great world, a "cugo'!" "Cousin!" in dialect referres to one who has stayed in their destiny's path, and perhaps created a legacy for their family... and their unchangeble "last name." There are so many people DYING to get married, and change their name, or become famous and have some kind of alter ego, and change their name. But the people who have the up-most repect for themselves and who don't want to be someone they're not... will keep their name, and maybe just tweek their destiny.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Jazz... pure jazz...
Being that I'm from Chaicgo, I have a very soft spot for Jazz. Jazz, Blues, those are my city's backround music, these terminologys for music is essential, but let's face it these classify as music with soul, with a spirit that makes one wonder...
Wonder is growth, it's transcending, and translucent. I feel an energy when I listen to jazzy that is calimg yet invigorating. It has an energy that is beyond me... and I wonder. I have extraordinary visuals when I listen to jazz, one is a memeory from when I was a small child. During the Christmas holidays, my father would take us all to Marshel Fields, now-a-days-Macy's... It was/is located in the Watertower, a landmark of Chicago, and as I entered this lovely departmant store, with the crisp snow falling outside, I would become intoxicated by the sweet aroma of jazz burning through the speakers. It was a insanley fresh new sound for me. When I was little I was very lucky to be raised in a family that appreciated good musci. My lullabys were the Beatles, and Led Zeppelin, Yes, Pink Floyd, etc. I always associate creativity with the kind of music one listens to.
Music is the soundtrack of our lives, so for me dancing around a department store in my favorite dress, and feeling a note that had so much passion... children are like sponges, we absorb and grow.
I once took a Socialogy class in college. I didn't know what to expect, I never wanted to become a "socialist" or anything, but thank goodness I had an extremley bright aand charismatic, not to mention, Italian-American teacher, Mario Reda. Anyways, one of his lessons stood out so poiniently, because it was so relatable... and to me that's what socialogy is, relating to one another... heck contributing and getting along in this world... wonder.
Back to his lesson, it was a description of histroy and the changes of our society, American society. The Great Drepression left it's mark, but the after-affect also made some lasting impressions. When people began to take control of their income again, and wanted to grasp more "value" for their valubles, I believe maybe people wanted to have more respect, and more joy in their spendings. So, in Chicago for expample, the department stores, Marshel Fields, Carson Pierri Scott, Sears, etc, wanted theire guests, their, "shoppers" to have an enjoyable experience, money was looked at as a luxury, and those who had it, or whom were begining to have it wanted to spend it with style. The stores had an over-all socialistic-makeover, and decided to have imperial decorations, and a grand piano, with a pianist that would play light-up-beat music... jazz.
When I think of thes aristocrats perusing the soft fabric, delicatley touching the merchandise with their fingertips tapping along to a crooning Dizzy, or Louis, or Ella... I am sure these people felt as I did as a little girl. A joyful experience, spending wise money, in a wise place, appreciating our social connection to eachother. Enjoy your day, and enjoy the sound-track of your life.
Good Day.
Wonder is growth, it's transcending, and translucent. I feel an energy when I listen to jazzy that is calimg yet invigorating. It has an energy that is beyond me... and I wonder. I have extraordinary visuals when I listen to jazz, one is a memeory from when I was a small child. During the Christmas holidays, my father would take us all to Marshel Fields, now-a-days-Macy's... It was/is located in the Watertower, a landmark of Chicago, and as I entered this lovely departmant store, with the crisp snow falling outside, I would become intoxicated by the sweet aroma of jazz burning through the speakers. It was a insanley fresh new sound for me. When I was little I was very lucky to be raised in a family that appreciated good musci. My lullabys were the Beatles, and Led Zeppelin, Yes, Pink Floyd, etc. I always associate creativity with the kind of music one listens to.
Music is the soundtrack of our lives, so for me dancing around a department store in my favorite dress, and feeling a note that had so much passion... children are like sponges, we absorb and grow.
I once took a Socialogy class in college. I didn't know what to expect, I never wanted to become a "socialist" or anything, but thank goodness I had an extremley bright aand charismatic, not to mention, Italian-American teacher, Mario Reda. Anyways, one of his lessons stood out so poiniently, because it was so relatable... and to me that's what socialogy is, relating to one another... heck contributing and getting along in this world... wonder.
Back to his lesson, it was a description of histroy and the changes of our society, American society. The Great Drepression left it's mark, but the after-affect also made some lasting impressions. When people began to take control of their income again, and wanted to grasp more "value" for their valubles, I believe maybe people wanted to have more respect, and more joy in their spendings. So, in Chicago for expample, the department stores, Marshel Fields, Carson Pierri Scott, Sears, etc, wanted theire guests, their, "shoppers" to have an enjoyable experience, money was looked at as a luxury, and those who had it, or whom were begining to have it wanted to spend it with style. The stores had an over-all socialistic-makeover, and decided to have imperial decorations, and a grand piano, with a pianist that would play light-up-beat music... jazz.
When I think of thes aristocrats perusing the soft fabric, delicatley touching the merchandise with their fingertips tapping along to a crooning Dizzy, or Louis, or Ella... I am sure these people felt as I did as a little girl. A joyful experience, spending wise money, in a wise place, appreciating our social connection to eachother. Enjoy your day, and enjoy the sound-track of your life.
Good Day.
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