“I exist, I exist!”: StoryCorps and Listening’s Power: Part I

images-1 I actually don’t remember the first time I listened to a StoryCorp interview. Which is funny because I used to be able to remember every intersection, every cross-roads, every meeting, every date and almost every name for every person I’d encountered on this beautiful green and blue globe. (I blame having children for my reversion to simple memory.)

I don’t remember the first STORY I heard on StoryCorp either, but there have been so many now, that this is no surprise either. But I do REMEMBER almost every story I’ve heard.

StoryCorp was begun in 2003 by David Isay, longtime documentary film and radio producer. Winner of a MacArthur genius award, and personal story champion extraordinaire!

Isay and his team set up what they called a ‘listening booth’ in Grand Central Terminal, New York, New York. The booth was a small sound studio, where you were invited into a comfortable room by a story facilitator, lights dimmed for ambiance, and given 40 minutes to record whatever you wanted about your life, times, or personal story.

The objective was not only to record personal interviews, but to capture interviews between two people who knew each other well– husbands and wives, brothers and sisters, friends and close co-workers, or you and the guy you’d been drinking coffee next to at the same neighborhood cafe for 20 years. Intimate conversations between family, friends, loved ones.Unknown Isay’s purpose was to record the voices of the PEOPLE. These interviews would then be archived in the Library of Congress. The Big Grand-daddy of all other Library’s. The Library in America’s Capitol. The place that holds some of the most treasured works of writing and sound on earth.

THERE, in that edifice to learning, the interviews will be kept so that in 100 years, someone’s great-grandchild could go in and request to hear the interview between their mother and a facilitator about the day her ex-husband called from the 103rd floor before his death in the World Trade Center attack, a grand-niece or nephew could pull up a recording of their uncle and his friend remembering the day they were left alone to care for an entire assisted living facility when everyone else walked off the job, a man describing to his wife what it felt like to serve in Afghanistan, or a police officer interviewing a boy he had talked down from a bridge jump 10 years previous. And that doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface.

You can hear an in-depth (about an hour) description of how Isay came to produce StoryCorp here, here, and here (it’s in three parts). This was a conference address Isay gave to the International Feature Conference in London, 2012. One of the most important take aways from that presentation was a story that David told about one of the sparks that sparked the idea that became StoryCorp.

In brief: Isay did a film project which was later turned into a book focusing on Sunshine Hotel. Sunshine Hotel was a flop house in the Bowery neighborhood of NYC, a hold-over from a huge homeless population that lived in there from the depression era through much of the 50s and even 60s.

Guests of Sunshine Hotel could stay at the hotel for $5.00 a night, and sometimes that night stretched into two years of nights. The narrator Nathan Smith, describes the fact that Sunshine Hotel has its own microcosmic societal universe– a laundry service, a guy who will clean your room for you and Rick, a Vietnam vet who will run your errands for tips.

The cast of characters is colorful to put it lightly, and Isay describes the moment when he took the galleys of the book based on his film work there at Sunshine Hotel BACK to show some of the residents still living there. One gentleman grabbed his picture from the pages of the galley and took off down the hall of the hotel yelling, “I exist, I exist!!” Waving his picture over his head as he ran.

This so impacted Isay, the idea that someone would be so moved, so touched, so excited, so legitimated, so real to themselves by seeing their own picture and story taped and in print that he dedicated his life to preserving the stories of others. Something he was already doing in his film and radio work, but something he dug deeper to the CORE of with StoryCorp.

If you get nothing else from this post, I hope you will listen to/watch the love story of Danny and Annie Perasa. Danny and Annie were some of the first people to be interviewed in that first listening booth in Grand Central Terminal (Isay estimates somewhere within the first 30 days).

Their story is simply beautiful. And because Danny and Annie visited in StoryCorps early days, they actual came back many times to record interviews with one another as well as many, many people they brought with them.

Here is their STORY:

https://youtu.be/WNfvuJr9164

My EXPERIENCE with StoryCorp was cemented over and over again on the commute between our tiny 600 sq. ft. apartment in Alexandria, VA and the campus of The George Washington University where I studied for my Masters Degree, and L St where my husband worked in D.C.

An interview is played every Friday on NPR’s Morning Edition. If you haven’t ever heard of StoryCorp you should check out their website. You can like their page on Face Book and link to every Morning Edition interview, or read the book of interviews, Listening is an Act of Love, Isay published in 2007, or go to the Library of Congress and ask to listen to one of the interviews that’s been archived.

That listening experience has been concreted over and over and over again. Partially through some of my own research into personal natrative and StoryCorp, but mostly from hearing those interviews broadcast Friday upon Friday.

I heard one just last week that brought tears to my eyes. The truth is that these words, these interviews, are the most true and pure essence of the human spirit I have ever come across. They are real, raw recording of people like you and me. They are poignant, and as Isay points out time and time again– they are poetry. The poetry of human existence. storycorp Today, instead of that first sound booth in Grand Central, you might record your interview with your loved one in a fully outfitted Air Stream mobile booth.

StoryCorp has taken their initiative to the road and criss-crossed America capturing over 100,000 interviews around the country– all archived at the Library of Congress.

But there’s more, and I’m going to be sharing those exciting updates surrounding StoryCorp on Friday. David Isay won the 2015 TED prize, and what he did with that prize will astound you.

I promise that this affects you MORE THAN YOU THINK. Maybe more than you will ever know. I hope you’ll have a listen.

See you back here Friday! (And hopefully every day in between 🙂

XX, Megan

Balsamic Chicken Salad with Mixed Greens: Picking your Battles with Picky Eaters

DSC_0022 Our children are on polar opposite ends of the picky-eater scale, almost as far apart in preference as you can get. Our oldest will eat almost everything. This is a kid who was downing legitimate sushi at 3, friends. I couldn’t have been more thrilled as a parent, and I’m sure I patted myself on the back on one too many occasions. Because child #2 really couldn’t have come MORE picky.

I’ve related here (in my Camping with Kiddos post) that he would gladly have eaten chicken nuggets every meal of every day if we had allowed it. He woke up asking for chicken nuggets for breakfast, and honestly, he almost ALWAYS had chicken nuggets for dinner. Sushi? Are you kidding me? Pasta? No way! Sandwiches? I’ll pass. Salads? Yeah, right.

Things went on this way with Chicken Nugget for nearly two years. in his second year of life we subscribed to The Scramble*, and I found myself making two dinners every night. Which, I guess, wasn’t that different from what we’d been doing before. I mean, we didn’t fall whim to his palate and start eating chicken nuggets every blessed day. Eventually I was tired of the two-dinner tango. Even if it only meant that we had to throw some chicken nuggets in the microwave.

It was time to rip off the band-aid. We simply allowed #2 to eat chicken nuggets for lunch EVERY DAY (without exception), but when it came to dinner we let him know that he didn’t have to eat what we were serving but that THERE WOULDN’T BE ANY CHICKEN NUGGETS or other food stuffs offered later (without exception).For the most part, this has worked.

This salad is a perfect example of something the #2 would not have taken one bite of two years ago. Turn up the nose, ask for a nugget. That was his M.O. Now, in the present, the food is eaten. Sometimes varying portions, sometimes a squinty expression, sometimes some actual whining (however, people at our table are invited to spend time in their bedrooms if they don’t want to eat). Man, this makes us sound like we are hardcore, but I promise we are nice about it. Nice, but firm.

On to the salad!

Ingredients for main dish

  • 1 – 1 1/2 lb. chicken tenderloins, or use sliced portobello mushrooms
  • 8 oz. balsamic vinaigrette dressing, (store-bought or homemade, see Note below)
  • 8 oz. mixed salad greens
  • 1/2 cup dried cherries or cranberries
  • 1/2 cup slivered almonds or shelled pistachios, lightly toasted, if desired
  • 10 fresh basil or mint leaves, sliced (optional)
  • 1/2 cup crumbled Gorgonzola or blue cheese
  • 1 cup frozen corn kernels, or use kernels off of 2 ears of corn

Marinate:  This recipe doesn’t actually call for extended marinating time. I just like the flavors to really mesh with my meat. So I marinated my 1 1/2 lbs. of chicken overnight in 6 oz. balsamic vinaigrette in a baking pan. (You can reserve a few oz. to dress your salad with after it is assembled.)

Homemade Orange Balsamic from The Scramble: To make orange balsamic vinaigrette, in a large measuring cup, thoroughly whisk together 1/2 cup olive oil, 1/4 cup orange juice, 1/4 cup balsamic vinegar and 2 Tbsp. Dijon mustard. Add ¼ – ½ tsp. garlic or dried herbs, if desired. BOOM!

Bake: Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Put the entire pan of chicken into the oven for 10-15 minutes. (Alternative remove chicken from the marinade and grill it for 3-5 minutes each side depending on the temp of your grill.)

Toss: Meanwhile, throw all of the other ingredients– greens, cherries, almonds, basil or mint– except the corn in to a salad bowl. When your chicken is almost cooked, warm your corn kernels for 2-3 minutes in the microwave (or simmer it stovetop). Add them to the mix. Slice the cooked chicken and add it to your salad. Toss the entire salad with the remaining dressing to taste.

Eat!

I don’t have a picture here of #1 happily chowing down on his salad, but his reaction was positive, I assure you. #2 ate three or four bites of this delicious fare, and I count that as a win. Every bite. Every time. If it’s more diverse than micro zapped chicken pound, it’s a win for us with Chicken Nugget!

Have a Fabulous Friday!

XX, Megan mediterranean-chicken-salad-2-31 *The Scramble is a meal planning service to which you can subscribe here. For a fantastic price you will receive 5 weekly meals which means 5 recipes, complete grocery list, the ability to tweak the number of people you are making for, and full nutrition facts. PLUS tips as to how best to PREP your meal beforehand, add a punch of FLAVOR, and how to SLOW COOK almost every recipe if you’re especially slammed that night. This wonderful service really does live up to it’s name. You can come home at 6 p.m. and be sitting down to a DELICIOUS, HEALTHY, HOME COOKED meal by 6:30 p.m. most nights.

Because my schedule is flexible, I am usually able to prep our meal at 4:00 p.m. HOWEVER, if you are a busy professional parent, remember that you can go through your weekly menu and do a ton of prep on the weekend. Recipes always say how long you can keep the prepared dish in the fridge or whether or not you can FREEZE the meal. Win, WIN! You can read a little more about our introduction to The Scramble on my ABOUT page.

The Writing on the Wall: Art, Graffiti, Banksy: Images of Political and Social Disenfranchisement

Image above “Blek le Rat: This is Not a Banksy”, The Independent, 2008

I didn’t put much thought into all of the commentary surrounding Banksy when I took those outfit photos I posted yesterday. To be honest, I hadn’t done my homework before those snaps. I thought Banksy was an uber-cool, uber-famous graffiti artist tagging for the win, turning social gaffes into palatable packets of graffiti around the world. Ironically because of his fame, I just heard an artist’s name I’d come to equate with GOOD– good art, good pictures, good graffiti. Good on you, Banksy.

I didn’t realize there was such foment around his work. In fact, the most controversial traction Banksy gathered in my memory was the story of a Utah man who had defaced another of his pieces in Park City, spraying it over with brown spray paint. (The man was ordered to pay $13,000 in restitution, incidentally.) What a shame. An inherent risk of artistic mode, I thought. But there was so much MORE.

Naively, I thought Banksy was further advancing his vote in the debate of graffiti vs. art, or graffiti as art. ART, tally mark, I got it. I didn’t even take the hint when the piece I stood in front of featured a camera man, innocuously filming a vibrant flower… Until a more careful observer realizes that the camera-person has pulled out the entire plant down to the root. Ignorance– it’s a b*!@$!

Needless to say, too many hours spent scanning the inter-webs have brought me to a totally different place of understanding. If not understanding, at least KNOWING. Banksy’s images celebrate anything but the smilingly brief soul-of-wit I originally thought they were intended to project– a little cuff on the proverbial head of each of us.

Instead Banksy condemns all of us, or at least those of us who hold a portion of power pie. He actually attempts to represent the tip of the iceberg of human antipathy, subtly and not so subtly pointing to the nearly 90% of the BERG that lies submerged just below us. Maybe that ice berg analogy is WEAK and the message is actually a MOUNTAIN in front of us, none of which lies subterraneanly. A massive pile of conviction we still want to treat as a mole hill.

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This mountain of enmity stands for widespread societal apathy to human suffering: pain, war, policing, consumerism, sexism, racism, capitalism, the result of which drives some of the most horrific, gruesome, grotesque and UNIVERSALLY hateful actions we give as a dole to the poor, the underprivileged, and disenfranchised of human-kind. That which we would like to term indiscriminate indifference serves to drive the hatred of discriminative detention and deprivation on the least of these– our very own human brothers and sisters.

Back in 2008 the Smithsonian’s National Portrait Gallery hosted an installation titled “RECOGNIZE! Hip Hop and Contemporary Portraiture”. After some thoughtful days about the messages of Bansky’s art I went back to find the poem that was actually played in a room along with this art installation titled “No Thief to Blame”, by Shiniqe Smith:

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It’s Not a Just Situation:
Though We Just Can’t Keep Crying About It

By Nikki Giovanni

You don’t
Just wake up and brush your teeth and make up your bed
and put on your favorite pair of blue jeans

You don’t
on other evenings
Just sneak away from your sleeping lover
Just to grab a bite of Quik Stop
Just to hop a train

You don’t
Just visit the 24 hour superstore
Just to get a few cans
of spray paint
And
Just happen to have a case to put them in

You are not
Just out of yellow
So you’ll
Just shadow with grey this time
And
Just shy of metallic blue you will
Just fill in with electric orange

You are not
Just bored
Or hungry or silly or
Just crying for attention

You are
Just, if there is a
Just
Trying to be an artist

You are
Just
If there is any
Justice
Trying to find a way of not
Just surviving but living

You are just
trying to show the beautiful soul of your people
You are just
trying to say “I’m alive”
You are just
determined to be more
than what the powers who
Just hate the idea of you want you to be

You are just
trying to discover the route
of the neo underground railroad
so that your kids can
Just be free

You are just
being a man
You are just realizing
your womanhood
You are just singing and smiling
because you
Just don’t want to cry anymore

You are just
falling in love
because hatred is too hard to bear

You are just
determined
to be the very best you and
You just guess
you better not let anyone take that away

You are just
a person
with a big heart and wonderful talent
That you just
think should be shared

Put a button on it
people

‘cause suspenders
Just
won’t
do

Banksy and even his contemporary counterparts with more Queens or Detroit street cred, are also not the first to co-opt this art form as a method of activism, voice, protest, and social commentary. Graffiti may have been around as long as petroglyphs and pictographs etched and sketched their way into human history.

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Banksy’s take on pictography. Flickr user Michael Pickard

A French artist who goes by the name Blek le Rat used graffiti as his mode beginning in the early 1980s. Again, there is a beautiful read of his work, here, in The Independent. Bleck’s sheep and businessman are the banner picture to this post. Can you say, Baaaaaa! Society! It totally smacks of Charlie Chaplain’s Modern Times.

Where Blek began, Banksy’s work goes further. Perhaps he’s trying even harder to strike at the nerves of social justice and rage at the roots of global human disenfranchisement because there is no end sighted, no reprieve, no overcome.

If you, too, want to be examining the interplay between society and long-held hierarchies, war and the callousness the media’s removed third-person apathy festers in each of us, hatred and questions of color, race, nationality, poverty, power, powerlessness, and any other cogent social or environmental question you should check out Banksy’s Instagram feed, or Banksy’s website.

If you believe that the conversation surrounding graffiti as art is long decided, like I foolishly did, consider the comments peddled by the Westminster County Council after their vote to remove the image below from a building housing the Royal Mail and other businesses. The Times reported Robert Davis, the chairman of Westminster’s planning committee, as saying that the personality behind the artwork was irrelevant. “If we condone this then we might as well say that any kid with a spray can is producing art,” he said.

The mural showed a red-hooded little boy on a ladder rolling the message up the wall, “One nation under CCTV”, while a police officer and a brown dog watched on. Apparently Big Brother didn’t like the message, and the mural was removed in 2011. GRAFFITI: a child dissident with a spray paint can, TRASH. Tally mark, I got it.

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Don’t fool yourself into thinking that you will necessarily like what you see. In fact, even a fan of Banksy’s work wouldn’t or shouldn’t, I don’t think, LIKE what they see. There are many, many images and arts laced with all manner of controversy, as is approached in this article in Mental Floss, “Banksy’s 11 Most Complicated Works”. Great and small, controversiality is the entire intent. But don’t also fool yourself into thinking that you shouldn’t, don’t, or can’t grapple with what those works of art read– objectively AND subjectively.

I look and look and look some more. I read and read and read again. I am convicted.

Megan

Tradition: Popcorn Sundays

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DSC_0013Growing up we often skipped Sunday dinner. Instead we’d sup on popcorn, apples, and other simple eats. This was due to the fact that we’d often eat a large dinner or late lunch. I’m also pretty sure that feeding five kids 21+ times a week also had something to do with this Sunday tradition.

As a parent there are times that I am simply exhausted by food preparation– the getting, the prepping, the making, the eating, the cleaning. It can feel more like “throwing a bone on the table” than a delightful family dinner. This from a woman who sings the benefits and blessings of family dinner every chance she gets.

I didn’t know that this Sunday supping would become a tradition in my own home. Granted, it’s not every Sunday that I reach for a bag of microwave popcorn and leftover fruit and veggies. But this month has allowed me some extended time with the babes at home as our Dad conquers Europe in a single bound (okay two week-long business trips, but still). I have often made it to Sunday Eve with no proper food plan, no desire for takeout, and no ambition to do anything other than throw a popcorn party.

In the simple words of Sheldon Harnick’s Tevye, “TRADITION!”

You know what? It’s been great. Remarkable even. Mommy has had  a moment to breath. Boys have had several indoor picnics. Life sans large dinner has actually felt rather perfect. I’ll leave you to these pictures of my sweet angels sitting rapt in some movie on my Grandmother Dorothy’s quilt. But I’d love to know what relaxing moments you’ve shared with family or friends lately?

What are some of your traditions? They don’t have to surround Sunday dinner, or even meal-time. Are there any traditions that have made your home-life infinitely better? I’d love to hear!

XX, Megan

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Broccoli and Chickpea Salad + Lemon Vinaigrette

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Let’s lighten up this Friday with a delicious and nutritious recipe!

We’re gobbling up this salad for dinner tonight and I am posting it tomorrow, but I actually had this for dinner on Wednesday and I am absolutely reveling in the flavors! This is a great side dish for a more formal dinner, and you can make up to two days in advance (refrigerate for 3 days total) if you’re hosting something special and want to check off a few dishes in advance.

Check out some of the extras you can add to this salad (below the recipe in the notes are some fun ideas). Try it and tell me! Did you like it? I am still salivating over the light and delicious flavor paired with such a nutritious line-up of characters. Lick your lips, it’s a good one!

XX, Megan

Ingredients for main dish

  • 1 large head broccoli, cut into florets
  • 1 red bell pepper, finely chopped (1/4-inch pieces), or use 1/2 cup chopped jarred red peppers
  • 1 1/2 cups chickpeas (garbanzo beans), canned or cooked (rinsed and drained if using canned)
  • 1 cup fresh flat-leaf parsley, chopped
  • 1/4 cup chopped walnuts, lightly toasted or toasted pine nuts*
  • 4 scallions, thinly sliced (about 1/2 cup), or use a red onion
  • 1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
  • 2 Tbsp. balsamic vinegar
  • 1 lemon, juice only, about 1/4 cup
  • 1/4 – 1/2 tsp. salt, to taste
  • 1/8 tsp. black pepper
  • 1 cup feta cheese, crumbled
  • 1/4 cup dried cranberries (preferably naturally sweetened)*

*I substituted cashews for pine nuts, and dried cherries for the cranberries. Aviva also suggested that you could put a more mediterranean twist on this recipe by adding kalamata olives, finely sliced shallots, or even faro to this salad which I am DEFINITELY going to try next time!

http://www.thescramble.com/recipes/broccoli-chickpea-salad-lemon-vinaigrette/

I like to begin by gathering the cast of ingredients:

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If you are using a head of broccoli instead of these pre-cut florets like I grabbed, begin by chopping your broccoli into bite size florets (alternatively, you can steam the broccoli head and THEN chop into florets, whichever you prefer).

Steam the broccoli for 3 minutes in the microwave or on the stovetop in an inch or so of water. It should turn a nice rich green color. While your broccoli is steaming, chop the red pepper, scallions, parsley and drain and rinse the chickpeas. Once the broccoli is steamed, allow it to cool for a few minutes before adding the other ingredients. You can mix up the dressing now in a large measuring cup. Combine the olive oil, balsamic vinegar, juice of one lemon, and salt and pepper. Whisk.

Combine the broccoli, red pepper, chickpeas, parsley, nuts, scallions. Toss with the dressing. Gently stir in the cranberries. Garnish with feta. (Here again, you can stir the feta into the entire salad, or for more picky eaters, reserve the feta for adult bowls only!) Side dish link below!

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Don’t be afraid of a vegetable overload! Try these Baked Parmesan Zucchini for a side dish!

http://damndelicious.net/2014/06/21/baked-parmesan-zucchini/

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