Tuesday, June 26, 2007

DANGER: Self-Implosion Imminent

Well, the shit has officially hit the fan.

My doctoral defense is scheduled for August 9th. Which means I hafta turn in this sucker by mid-July. Crikey.

So I think I won't be blogging for a bit. Not that I have a huge fan-base of readers. Or any fanbase. Or any readers, for that matter.

My only point is, I'm probably signing off for a bit. May the academic gods be kind. I will only do one thing, and that's include the latest cartoon from phdcomics.com, because it's just so relevant these days:

Friday, June 22, 2007

Cupcakes of Yore

So I had a somewhat better day yesterday. And I'm having a somewhat better day today. Not in the sense that writing is suddenly flowing, but that I'm less tetchy about it. And I hadn't planned on a blog today. But I need a little writing break right now to clear my brain-clutter a bit, and so I figured I'd go ahead and post some of the details of the NY Cupcake Tour mentioned a couple of blogs ago.

So anyway, my friends Sasha and Laura and I have this thing we do every couple of years that is titled after a blend of our names/nicknames. It's called Salaelmofest. I won't break it down, because that would involve a lengthy explanation that I don't want to give right now. But Salaelmofest involves all of us getting together in one of our current abodes--though it has always been in either Sasha's current abode of NYC, or Laura's current abode of Boston, which significantly, used to be my abode as well as Sasha's. We don't hold Salaelmofest at my abode, because my abode, as cities go, just has nothing on NY or Boston. It's a dream of mine to eventually find a new abode that has a hip, urban vibe that is at least comparable to NY's or Boston's, but that's not happening for a while. Anyway, for this most recent Salaelmofest, our third, we obviously went to NY, and we obviously decided that cupcake-hunting was our mission. Now, we had grand expectations. Sasha, who originally proposed the idea of the Cupcake Tour, drew up a route that took us all over Manhattan, and that took us past 7 centers of cupcake genesis for our cupcake exodus, for it was to be a journey of biblical scope, to be documented for the ages. But Manhattan is big, and full of other distractions. And 7 cupcakes, well, that's a LOT of cupcakes to be had in a single day. So we ended up hitting three, and perhaps we will continue the journey at Salaelmofest 4 or 5, and then perhaps we'll make a Cupcake Tour Brochure, which will somehow become a resource for NY tourists everywhere, and will make us all scads and scads of money. Well, it'd be fun, anyway. In any case, this blog will highlight those 3 cupcake sites we visited, offer viewings of the cupcakes we sampled as well as my own personal cupcake evaluations. So here goes:

Site I: Magnolia

Now, as you may already know, Magnolia has a lot of hype associated with it. It's been featured on Sex and the City--the single girl's homage to NY--as well as on Veronica Mars, and is known exclusively for its cupcakes, though it's possible there are other confections to be had there. For some reason, however, I don't actually have a picture of the cupcakes...which I now take as a fairly ominous sign, and you should too. I'll have to consult with Sasha and Laura to see if they have photos of Magnolia's cupcakes, but in the end, I take my forgetting as prophetic, since the cupcakes were quite disappointing. They were pretty--a selection of pastel, almost sherbert-colored icings that were formed in a swirly spiral. And having once made the vanilla-vanilla cupcakes from Magnolia's recipes, I opted for a cake that had some chocolate in it, and made a quick grab. This is actually an important point--there's apparently always a line outside Magnolia, and because the bakery has a relatively small space, only a few customers are let in at a time so as not to exceed capacity. This also means that cupcakes are snatched up almost as quickly as they're set out, so you don't always have much choice. At any rate, I managed to grab a yellow cake with chocolate frosting. And after Sasha, Laura and I had all gathered and paid for our cupcakes, we stepped outside to let other people in, and proceeded to eat. Now, unlike some people, I really appreciated the crowdedness, the fact that there was an established Magnolia dynamic, a system; I took it as a sign that this was the Magnolia way and that Magnolia would live up to all its hype. And it all started off quite well--the chocolate icing was quite good--a bit too sweet, but not nearly as sweet as the vanilla, which is almost entirely confectioner's sugar--although, when balanced with cake that is quite buttery and not too sweet, this isn't necessarily a problem. But the cupcake I bought from Magnolia was unfortunately quite dry--something that took quite a bit away from the taste and texture of the cake. And after all the hype, I couldn't help but be disappointed. (Sigh).

Site II: Cupcake Cafe

The Cupcake Cafe was a decided improvement over Magnolia. First of all, it's a much bigger space that also houses a children's bookstore. And I'm a big fan of that sort of thing. Trident Cafe on Boston's Newberry Street is a similar sort of deal, though it's not specifically a children's bookstore. At any rate, there were plenty of tables and chairs at Cupcake Cafe, and a friendly staff, and the cupcakes were decorated beautifully, as were the other full-sized cakes that you could see in the refrigerators behind the counters. They also had some more unusual flavors, like maple, which is the cupcake I sampled, and which was quite good. Another plus was the decor particular to the cafe. I have only 3 words that sum up its prime feature: mechanized dancing cupcakes. It was kind of awesome. There were these three cupcakes with legs that were positioned like Rockettes' legs, and that had these eyelashes coming out of their frosting. I don't think they had eyes though. Check it out:

Pretty fabulous, right? Also, the staff was very nice about letting me take lots of pictures. Though of course, it DOES mean free publicity for them, doesn't it? I guess it does. Anyway, as I said, I had a maple cupcake--featured below. I can't remember what kind of cupcakes Sasha and Laura had, but they seemed to enjoy them. And they were all very pretty, and unlike Magnolia, very moist, though surprisingly dense. Density is not by itself a bad thing in a cupcake, but perhaps something you might not expect if you have as much cupcake experience as I like to think I have. But have a look-see:

The maple one that I tried is the one with the blue flower. Sasha's cupcake is the one with the pink rose on the right, and I think I remember now that it was mocha, and actually, I think Laura may have had a maple cupcake as well, and hers is obviously the one with the purple flower cake in the back. But they're quite pretty, aren't they? And there were other cupcakes that were much more elaborately and impressively decorated, and in quite a staggering array of colors. I would give Cupcake Cafe a firm thumbs up. You can also check out their website, which shows some of their fancier creations: http://www.cupcakecafe.com/.

Site III: Crumbs

Last, but definitely not least. Crumbs also had a respectable amount of seating--not quite as much as Cupcake Cafe, and without the same charm or ambiance--but quite adequate to our needs. They also had other confections and beverages available. (Cupcake Cafe had beverages also, I believe, but they weren't as obviously displayed. ) What made Crumbs such a rewarding experience, however, was the variety of cupcakes that were available. They advertise 30 flavors on their website, though sadly, they do not sell all 30 at a given time--which was actually kind of upsetting, because I didn't get the opportunity to try the key lime cupcake, which is the 2nd cupcake from the top on the left-hand side of the window pictured above. However, the variety was still impressive, both in flavorings and in size. There was a "mini" cupcake--though this was actually a normal/average-sized cupcake, and there was a supposedly more "standard" or regular-sized cupcake, which was about 3-4 times the size of the minis, if not more. It was gigantic and glorious. Here is a partial view of the display of these beauties:

As you can see, the "minis" on the top row are quite a bit smaller in size than the "standard" size on the row below. And I think you get an idea of the range of flavors--on the top row, we have rasberry buttercream and lemon buttercream, on the second row, I think we have some sort of chocolate fudge, then black forest, and then the last I think is snickerdoodle or possibly s'more? I really can't remember. At any rate, we tried a standard (i.e. gigantic) devil dog cupcake and a standard lemon buttercream. The devil dog was good, a sort of higher-end approximation of the original Drake Cake that inspired it. A quibble though--in my personal experience, Devil Dogs were something you ate when you wanted low-end, generic ingredients--and I kind of would have liked to see that aesthetic reproduced more accurately in this cupcake version. Conceptually, I thought it was a brilliant idea, and the cupcake was ultimately tasty, but it wasn't truly the Devil Dog in cupcake form. Not a bad approximation, but the cake didn't taste quite right, and the frosting, which was supposed to reproduce the really thick, almost paste-like cream that fills out the center of a Devil Dog, was not quite thick enough and didn't quite have the thick, delightfully cheap (and synthetic) taste either. I'm sorry; sometimes we just want crap food, even if we know it's low-quality. How else can we explain the success of the Big Mac? The lemon buttercream cupcake, however, was sublime. Moreover, the texture and moistness of Crumbs cupcakes were just what they should have been--light, and fluffy, melt-in-your-mouth yumminess. And here are the cupcakes we sampled prior to decimation:

You can see how aesthetically pleasing they are, and I can assure you that they were delicious also. A great balance. All in all, I hope the Cupcake Tour really does become a 7-site sort of affair, but for this post, 3 seems quite enough. At any rate, I think we all agreed Crumbs offered the best cupcakes of the 3 sites we visited, and I would go back without any griping, if only to track down that elusive key lime.

And the rest of the weekend wasn't bad either; lots of wandering in beautiful weather, eating ethnically diverse food, and a pitcher of sangria to boot. Laura and I did have to guard our veins from Sasha, however. Sasha is in medical school. She's very smart. She's also similarly obsessed with all things medical in the way that I and my grad school friends are obsessed with all things literary. And she and her med school friends have their caveats and quirks that I suppose only med students have. And she can do things like draw blood or insert IV's, and well, she happened to notice that Laura and I apparently both have good (i.e. visible, prominent, and hence, easy-to-find-and-stick) veins. And Sasha kept pointing this out to us. And eyeing our respective veins. To the point that we felt there was something sexual going on. To wit, we actually came up with a come-hither gesture that was vein-specific and basically translates as: "Look at my sexy veins. You want them. You know you do. And I want you want them too."

Happy Friday, everyone. I'm so relieved I made it. Now I get to spend the next 3 days on this chapter without any interruptions, save my own. Until next time.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Why Can't I Yawn Anymore?

It's been an eventful few days, let me tell you. Anyone reading Leslie's silver fork saga knows the wedding we attended on the Jersey shore was lovely. Hilda the bride and Joe the groom looked great. The beach looked great. The whole thing seemed to go off without a single hitch or major glitch, though perhaps the bride might quibble with me about that. At any rate, everyone seemed to have a lovely time. I mean, look how happy and cute they are:

I would add that there was some initial worry on the bride's part that the groom wouldn't actually dance. But he danced. With quite a bit more enthusiasm than I think any of us could have anticipated. He grooved. He shimmied. He bopped. Granted, there appeared to be a lot of self-mockery in his dancing attempts, but still, he danced. And all was well. And I took a lot of other pictures that were really quite funny--like the series of Joe and friend and groomsman Chris, each with an arm around the other, and looking quite tipsy in that way that you can only get tipsy at weddings. Indeed, each picture seemed to perfectly capture a stage of the sort of drunken conversation that frequently happens between good friends at one of their weddings--happiness, nostalgia, "deep" seriousness, and a sort of equally "deep" pseudo-pragmatism, a gesture that sums up the conversation and the state of things, a "that's life"--in Joe's case, a tipping back of his beer into his mouth. It was positively magnificent as pictorial series go.

On the other hand, the wedding ended eventually, and I had to return (once again) to my dissertation. I also had to come back to the fact that my defense is imminent, and I have a very limited time to complete what seems more and more to be an insurmountable amount of work. The trick is to care enough to get it done, but not to care enough to make it perfect. It's an ordeal. And I tell myself that in the grand scheme of things, I don't really care. But once I start writing, my desire for perfect, fluid, eloquent prose seems to overwhelm the grand scheme and starts stabbing at all the sensitive points in my brain and ego. To such an extent that I get all cranky-pants and start mentally swearing at anyone or anything that crosses my path. Like for instance, at all the guys doing construction in the office I work in. Every time someone drilled something, or didn't get out of my way as I tried to make my way to the coffee machine, or when the annoyingly perky secretary said "Hi, and how are YOU doing today??!!" I silently sent them on their merry way to Hell. I then sent the same sentiments mentally to my loving parents, who I actually love back very much, but who just said all the wrong things on the phone last night. I mean, I'm all about reciprocity, but the truth is--and it's not my subjective truth--it's an objective truth that the folks have actually acknowledged--my problems are bigger than their problems are right now, and damn it, I'm looking for sympathy, not a matter-of-fact statement that all I need to do right now is finish the damn dissertation. Damn it, I KNOW I have to finish the dissertation, but that doesn't make it finish faster. And damn it, after all their discourse on how I can TOTALLY leave academia, and find a job I like, and that I'll have their complete support, why are they so freaked about my actually talking about leaving? And why are they telling me not to jump ship just yet? The goal is to resolve my ambivalence/indecision, not to prolong it, people. So work on that, why don't you?

And in trying to get back into "I'm going to finish the dissertation now, no really, I mean it this time" mode, I've been kind of frustrated and very tired. And I've discovered this seemingly constant desire to yawn and an inability to satisfy this same desire. Damn it, WHY CAN'T I YAWN ANYMORE? Oh sure, it happens after a couple dozen tries, and in that moment, yawning is kind of the meaning of life. It's infinitely satisfying. I feel like everything is ok. And then of course, the desire returns. I'm like Sisyphus, or that other guy in Hell that's submerged up to his chin in water but every time he tries to drink, the water recedes. You know. That guy. Whazhisname. Unless that IS Sisyphus and I'm mixing up the names of the various guys in Hell sentenced to eternal tortures. But I'm pretty sure it's Sisyphus--the guy who has to keep rolling a big boulder up a big hill and everytime he gets near the top it rolls back down to the bottom. Futility really does suck.

Other than that, I continue to wonder why I originally wanted to be an academic, and if I still want to. I hate my dissertation at the moment. Oh sure, I've liked it in the past, and perhaps I will like it again someday. But right now, the hate is there, and I think it's mutual; yes, that's right, my dissertation appears to hate me back.

On the plus side, there was leftover cake in the office refrigerator. So someone somewhere threw me a tiny, little bone today. Seriously: I think I might have to run away from home. Or hit someone. Really hard.

p.s. I want to add that I've tried working more this evening, and I'm just not getting anywhere. It's a bloody mess, this chapter. And I honestly do not know what else to do about it right now. And the temptation is to call someone and vent, but I know that won't actually help me write. In fact, you know something? J.K. Rowling said something about this--either on her personal website, or in an interview posted on mugglenet.com or some other Harry Potter fansite. Basically, she said she didn't like to talk about her writing WHILE she was writing--that talking ABOUT writing took energy away from ACTUALLY writing, and I've found that this is abolutely true for me as well. And you know what else? THAT is helpful. Knowing that a bazillionaire like J.K. Rowling, who has created a book series that millions and millions of people are deeply invested in, acknowledges that there's a process to writing and that you have to respect that process, even if it's making you lose your freaking mind. Because what else can you do? I am also consulting a horoscope I cut out a while ago from Rob Brezny's Free Will Astrology that is also appropriate, and follows a similar line of thought. The seminal lines: "Progress will proceed at its own pace, not yours. The peaches will ripen when they are ready, not necessarily when you are. "In other words,try to practice quiet acceptance of wherever you're at, even if you're ready to kick and scream and gouge your eyes out about it. Not to mention, stomp on those damn, slow-ass peaches.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Social Caffeine

So,

This past weekend was the most social I've been in literally months. And yes, sadly, that counts Memorial Day weekend, when I went to NYC to visit friends Sasha and Laura, and to participate in a NYC Cupcake Tour, though we didn't quite get as far along the route as originally planned (pictures of the Cupcake Tour to be posted soon). It wasn't that that weekend wasn't social, but that Saturday's social interractions were with the largest number of people that I've interracted with in a while. I spent 3 hours on the phone; 1 hour/3 different people, 3 hours talking over a glass of wine with one person (thanks to Lorna for spotting me the glass of wine, and to the girl at Aroma Cafe, for the free muffin!), and then another hour over another glass of wine with a group of people. Anyway, my point is, after all this socializing, I was all jittery-like, and unable to sit, and thus, unable to work...it's hard sitting down to write by yourself when your naturally garrulous disposition has been unleashed after months of confinement. I had trouble sleeping. I watched too much t.v. I started re-reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (in preparation for the release of Movie V in July) for the millionth time. And eventually, I konked out, but seriously, dissertating often lends itself to social starvation, which for me, obviously poses the risk of serious side effects. Yet another reason to jump the academic ship.

Anyway, I'm continuing to have difficulties sitting and working...At the moment, I blame Leslie. We are getting ready to take an all-girl road-trip (ok, so that misrepresents things--it's just the 2 of us driving most of the way, though we'll detour to Philadelphia to pick up our friend Maya) down to the Jersey shore for our friend Hilda's wedding (a subject that dominated 2 of Saturday's phone calls) and according to Leslie, my mission, which I choose to accept, is to research the area, find out all the cool things to do, where the cool places are to eat, gamble, shop, etc. And this is an important function, and I take it very seriously.

I already know that we simply must visit a quaint little eatery known as "The Dixie Picnic," which is apparently family-run/based, and chock fully of familia memorabilia, which is the kind of thing I love. I love when an organization or company has a genuinely charming story to tell and does so in cute little anecdotal gems.

Not to mention, one of their specialty items is something called "upcakes"--that's right, my cupcake fetish simply must rear its lovely head--which are apparently enlarged cupcake tops. The idea is apparently that the whole cake is frosted, so the issue of biting cake without frosting is rendered obsolete. And plus, let's face it, the tops of the cupcakes ARE the best part.

Plus, they've done the same thing for muffins--I suppose it was only a matter of time before someone clever thought cupcakes should be in on the fun too.

Plus, they apparently have key lime frosting as one of their flavor pairings for the yellow cake (they of course have chocolate also), which will make up for the disappointment I felt when I wasn't able to get a key-lime cupcake at Crumbs in NY, after previewing their website, www.crumbsbakeshop.com and getting all psyched up for it. I just hope Dixie Picnic really does include the key-lime among its regular selection, as advertised on their website, www.dixiepicnic.com, and that I don't suffer similarly dashed hopes...

Here, check out the upcakes. This is a picture taken from the Dixie Picnic website, if you don't actually hit the link to check it out. Although, come to think of it, don't these look more like the BOTTOM halves of cupcakes, rather than the tops? What if that's what they did? What if, in an act of malice, they CUT OFF the tops of the cupcakes, and are using the bottoms to pose as enlarged tops? The thought is simply chilling. For the time being, though, I will keep faith in Dixie Picnic, and not succumb to the plague of doubt.

My point, however, is that with all this wishing, hoping, planning, I have little time to focus on my chapter revision. It's a case of self-delusion, of course. I KNOW I can work on my chapter; it's just that planning a trip to the Jersey shore is so much more agreeable, not to mention, so much easier.

Finally, did anyone else stand up and cheer and whoop with sadistic glee at the news that Paris Hilton, the subject of my last post, was returned to prison? I did. And I think Lorna, Saturday's compatriot wine-sipper and chatter, probably did as well. In fact, we both waxed nostalgic over Sarah Silverman's Paris Hilton pre-prison shout-out at the recent MTV movie awards, which was delightful. I don't tend to watch anything on MTV for more than about 5 minutes before confirming that, well, there's nothing really there, but it turns out the fates had me watch the 5 minutes in which Ms. Hilton was an"it" girl in a way she actually HAS earned.

Friday, June 8, 2007

A Case in Point


And here is a cupcake! Baked by yours truly! Photo is courtesy of my friend, Leslie, who you might know through her blog on the Silver Fork Saga, and who is also writing her dissertation.
Anyway, you see what I mean? Cupcakes are just delightful. And so much more enjoyable than writing a dissertation, while also making it a more pleasant experience.
I will just conclude today's first postings by venting my outrage at Paris Hilton's recent release from prison. And yes, despite all the pathetic, dithering comments by the spokesman for the L.A. Sheriff's department, I consider it unabashedly to be a release rather than a "reassignment." I should be similarly "reassigned" from my tiny, poorly ventilated one-bedroom apartment to a Beverly Hills Mansion of x-many thousands of square feet, complete with a pool and personal servants. And I say this while knowing my situation is way, way better than any of Ms. Hilton's former fellow inmates. Apparently, Ms. Hilton developed some sort of rash...hmmm....apparently, she was also on the verge of a nervous breakdown; indeed, she was apparently also visited by her psychiatrist....hmmmm...I have to say, that in Renaissance drama, these sort of things tend to be HIGHLY suggestive. Plus, her name is Paris...as in France, as in French...to my fellow scholars of early modern English literature, it's kind of a nice coalescing, isn't it? At any rate, in a perfect world, the much-deserved furor over Ms. Hilton's "reassignment" would result inher permanent fall from grace where the entertainment industry is concerned. Ok, so maybe "grace" is not the right word--it doesn't lend itself that well to someone with no discernible moral values or other redeeming qualities. But in a perfect world, Ms. Hilton would simply vanish from our cultural radar. I know that this won't happen; I know that Ms. Hilton will probably continue to escape any real legal fallout from this, her latest scandal, and that she may even come to profit from it, much as she did from her now apparently forgotten sex-tape days; I am likewise confident that her claims to have learned from this experience are complete and utter bollux, but I admit that I'm rather gleeful that the public, by and large, is pretty teed off about the whole affair.
Phew. Alright, please excuse my rampage. I'm normally not this angry or resentful. I suppose it is Ms. Hilton's "talent" for provoking adoration or unadulterated hatred that might account for her fame...in which case, I've just added to the hail storm. Damn it. But OH--let me beg and plead with all the Hollywood executives out there--please, please, PLEASE--do not start fighting over the rights to the Paris Hilton memoirs everyone on entertainment television keeps speculating about. Likewise, do not make a movie based on any such memoirs. Dear god, no. Do not continue to build the Paris Hilton empire, which embodies everything that is noxious about the entertainment industry.
Dude, like, I'm exhausted now. Until another day.

Entering the Blogosphere: Testing 1, 2, 3

Hi.

So, um...here I am...blogging...

Bear with me...it may take me awhile to establish my own extra-special blogging "voice."

Anyway, the title of this blog, "Order, Cupcakes, and Chaos" morphed from my email address on yahoo, which, in turn, refers to a Wallace Stevens poem entitled, "The Idea of Order at Key West." It also stems from my sense of hovering on the edge of utter chaos and my sometimes almost obsessive compulsive desire for order. Oh, and it also derives from my totally endearing fetish with cupcakes, which not coincidentally, often mediate my balance between order and chaos. I'm a grad student and am nearly finished with my dissertation, you see, and in one of life's ironies, I am contemplating jumping the academic ship at the very moment that I stand to become a bonnified (i.e. degreed) academic.

So you see, it all really does make sense...

On a more pragmatic level, I wasn't allowed to have "orderandchaos" or "ideaoforder" for my blog spot, so I just threw in the word "cupcakes." Although, cupcakes WILL be a feature of this blog, I promise. I bake them, decorate them, eat them, and apparently even pursue them at length in New York City. More on that later. But really, who doesn't like a good cupcake?

They're petite & cute, they're aesthetic, they're diverse, they're entirely unthreatening, and downright scrumptious...At any rate, this blog will likely document my attempts to finish the dissertation, the procrastination that seizes and sabotages me, my thoughts about what might happen next--i.e. post-dissertation, post Ph.D., and the experiences that intersperse this process--socializing, baking, my responses to televisionary miracles and travesties...Wish me luck.