Thursday Thirteen: Thirteen Reasons That I Love Tea

More and more, I'm convinced that tea is, indeed, a way of life. Or at least, it's become a metaphor for how I want to think about life. And so, in honor of my morning "cuppa" I offer this list of reasons that I love tea. Maybe it would be more accurate to say that it's a list devoted to what I love about tea and what it's come to represent.





One: Tea gives me something to do during awkward silences. This is especially useful while teaching. There's always that rather awkward lag time between when I ask some leading or maybe obvious question (always eloquently worded) and the time that some brave soul will venture an answer. To fill this time, I tend to take a sip of tea, usually from my fun, pink travel mug!

Two: In those period pieces produced by the BBC, you know things like Upstairs, Downstairs, when there's any sort of distress, the immediate response is to give someone either brandy (ick!) or a cup of tea. I'm not sure why tea is the universal band-aid for the hemorrhaging soul, but I'm willing to accept that it is.

Three: Apparently, our bodies metabolize the caffeine in tea more rapidly than that in coffee. This means that we get the zippy effect more quickly, but it also moves out of our system more quickly. Can we say then, that tea has a shorter half life than does coffee? Either way, I figure tea's OK before bed, but coffee may not be.

Four: One can (and sometimes one does) create a routine that revolves around tea. For example, for a while I was on this schedule where I had black tea in the morning, green tea in the afternoon, and white tea in the evening. This gives both structure and meaning to one's day.

Five: Tea always gives one something to look forward to. No matter how dreary the day becomes, one thinks, "Well, at least when I get home I can have a cup of tea."

Six: Tea makes life easier by providing the ideal gift for almost any occasion.

Seven: Tea can be an opportunity for social interaction. You can certainly meet a friend for a cup of coffee, but isn't meeting for a cup of tea far more interesting.

Eight: Tea allows one to participate in the illusion that British culture is somehow superior to American culture.

Nine: Tea leads to e-mails that contain ideas like this: "Did i tell you about that article/blurb in wired mag. that said that we yanks were drinking caffeine all wrong. it said that studies showed constant low doses paired with carbs--as in tea and scones was the most effective. yippee and yumm!" Seriously, isn't that great? I mean, in this case, tea in addition to providing meaning to life becomes a conversation piece.

Ten: Tea is a good justification for various collections: tea cups, tea pots, tea itself. All these are valuable collectibles.

Eleven: How could we have Victorian society without tea? Seriously. Would Dickens ever have had anything to write about had the English not become tea drinkers? Isn't tea a big reason that the British Empire develops in the first place?

Twelve: Everyone drinks coffee these days. Preferring tea allows one the illusion of having a cool, counterculture persona. Some of us thrive on that.

And Thirteen: Tea is simply comforting. Simply holding the hot mug provides physical comfort.

And Today's Rant. . .

Ok, consider yourself warned. This post is going to be a rant. I just get so frustrated when people don't follow directions. It drives me crazy. And I know that it shouldn't get to me, but it does. And it really kills me when said directions are given in writing, possibly in, say, the form of an assignment sheet. I just don't get it. And it makes me crazy. I mean, how hard is it to, say, include a "Works Cited" page with an essay? Or to simply understand that no make up quizzes really does mean no make up quizzes. I'm so fed up! Maybe I just need a more constructive outlet for all this pent up frustration. You'll notice that I'm not going in to any specifics: of course, I wouldn't want to violate any sort of implied confidentiality or to do anything unethical. I meant that seriously. But I'm tired of it. And I'm tired of working really hard and feeling unappreciated. Lately, I just feel like I'm not very important to anyone and that I do have some good qualities but that these are largely going unrecognized. I know--I'm now descending into self-pity, and last night I promised myself that I'd try to stay away from self-pity, partly on the principle that, hey, my situation isn't as difficult as some people's is. But it gets draining to feel like I work and work and give and give and go out of my way for people, mostly students, and then to feel like they don't care. I guess I know that it's important to do the right thing because it's right and not expecting praise and appreciate and all that. But it gets exahusting some days. And I think that we all want to feel appreciated and wanted and all that. Ok, I'll stop now.

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Passions

This is one of the best decisions I've made in recent memory: I've started watching the soap opera Passions. It used to be aired on one of the networks, NBC I think. But was canceled a year or so ago. Fortunately for me, it's now being run on the DirecTV channel 101 a couple of days a week. Unfortunately for me, it's apparently being cut from even DirecTV later this year. But it's great! I've never been all that big on soap operas, although I did go through a Guiding Light phase not that long ago. But all the weird things about soap operas--the weird pacing, the mixed-up relationships, the melodrama--Passions kicks up a level that becomes camp but also a kind of spoof of the soap opera, it seems to me. And I'm so disappointed that just as I'm getting interested, I find out that the last episode is scheduled to air in August. BTW, Wikipedia has an interesting article on the program. OK, so this is how I got started, I was flipping through on the TV, and I stopped on a scene in a room at a hospital. The doctor is telling Pretty that she's pregnant. The father of Pretty's baby is Luis who is engaged to Pretty's sister, Fancy. (Later, I learned that Pretty is faking the pregnancy.) Anyway, Fancy and Luis are in the room with Pretty and the doctor. And Fancy asks the doctor something like, "So are you permanently back on staff?" And the doctor explains, "No, they only called me in to reattach Julian's penis." And really, any production that asks an actor to deliver that line with a straight face is my kind of production. It turns out that Julian's penis has been reattached upside down / backwards because the doctor was drugged by her son, the nurse, before the procedure. So who thinks up this stuff? When I watch soap operas, which I admit isn't too often, it always seems that there's not much thought given to a plot arch or a character arch. It just always feels like the writers write themselves into some ridiculous, melodramatic situation and then write their way out without much long term planning while writing in a little more drama along the way. I'm always kind of mesmerized by this approach. I really, really wish it were available on DVD so that I could start from the beginning.

Bleak House

100 pages down, 899 to go! I have decided that I should at least attempt to read Dickens's Bleak House, in spite of my normal tendency to avoid Dickens. I mean, doesn't it seem like the kind of thing an English teacher should do at least once in her life? So I started in on Tuesday evening. And I've read the first 100 pages, and so far, I actually think it's pretty interesting. And I have to say that I'm predisposed to assume that Dickens is unnecessarily wordy, but that just isn't how it feels, at least no so far. And if I decide that I'm just not that into it, I think it's totally fine if I don't finish it. But when I do finish (or not finish), I think it would be fun to watch various adaptations. I've heard that the recent one with Gillian Anderson isn't all that great. Maybe it depends on what one thinks of Gillian Anderson; this is the second time I've mentioned her this week--maybe I'm having X-Files nostalgia. Come to think of it, the first episode of the X-Files that I saw was about spontanious combustion--so really, it seems that there are more connections between the X-Files and Bleak House than one would have thought. On a more serious note, I'm reading Bleak House in part because I'm interested in the evolution of the detective novel, and apparently Bleak House is somehow influential. I'm not sure how, but I guess I can research that later. But now my point is that I'm actually really enjoying Dickens! I suspected that, apart from A Christmas Carol, this day would never come.

Under Construction

Just a quick note: this site is under construction. I've always wanted to type that. Seriously, I'm making some changes to the layout of my blog. I hope it's not too annoying. Really, I think that the current, three-column layout is pretty snazzy.

Paradise Hotel

OK, I have a confession: I've been watching season two of Paradise Hotel. Most of you have probably not heard of Paradise Hotel; if you haven't, it's probably a good sign. This has to be one of the trashiest reality programs that I've ever seen. It runs on the Fox Reality Network (channel 250 for those of you who have direct TV) at 1:00am on Monday night / Tuesday morning. I think it repeats at other times as well. But I figure that the 1:00 am (that's EST) time slot tells us something about the quality of the programming. Oh, it opens with a disclaimer that's something along these lines: "This program may contain some nudity and / or sexual situations. Viewer discretion is advised." I always figure that saying, "Viewer discretion is advised" is really a way of trying to attract a certain demographic, i.e. 17 years olds. Oh, and me. I watch it too.

The premise is something like this: a dozen or so 20-somethings are isolated at the Paradise Hotel, a kind of tropical resort. They choose "room mates" of the opposite sex. There's always one extra man or woman, and the person without a room mate is eliminated. A day or two later, a new single enters the mix.

All that said, I'm really not trying to post a review or analysis of this really terrible program. Rather, I'm interested in considering why I watch it in the first place. And I am not up and about at 1:00am; I DVR the thing, so clearly, I'm going out of my way to watch it. In general, I think that many of us, myself included, like so-called reality TV and programs like Dr. Phil because these types of programs somehow make us feel better about ourselves. I think, for me anyway, it goes something like this: "Hey, *insert name* on Paradise Hotel is a real skank. And she's dumb. I can't believe that she doesn't have more self-respect than that. What a skanky loser!" On the one hand, this is clearly a variation on the old trick of putting others down so that we can feel better about ourselves. However, I think it goes beyond this. For me anyway, it's also about realizing that maybe my situation isn't as bad or overwhelming or hopeless or whatever as it sometimes feels. I was watching Dr. Phil earlier today, and it was more like this: "Yeah, sometimes I feel bad about myself, and sometimes I feel like a failure. And yeah, I do mess things up sometimes. But I should be thankful: my situation isn't as difficult or as painful as that of the recovering Heroin addict." I don't think this is making myself feel better at someone else's expense; rather I see it as simply acknowledging and being thankful for the obstacles that I'm not facing right now. It's a way of realizing that life could be a whole lot worse.

I don't know. I readily admit that I actually enjoy watching "reality" TV that I acknowledge to be not just dumb but objectionable. But somehow, it's like I can't stop looking, like the trainwreck cliche. But it goes beyond that. And I'm having a hard time really figuring out what the attraction is. Even worse than Paradise Hotel, IMO, is The Girls Next Door, which is actually about Hugh Heffner's three live-in girlfriends. I'll spare you any further discussion of Hef and the girls. But it's so terrible on just about every conceivable level. I certainly don't DVR it, but I have to confess to tuning in on occasion.

A Recommitment to Blogging

Ok, I've decided that blogging is a good thing--it's good for me. And unlike most good-for-you things, it's not unpleasant. So I'm here and now making a formal recommitment to blogging. Here are some possible topics that I could pursue in the near future. I welcome any feedback or preferences, if any of these sound more fun than any others.

1. A review of the Sweet Valley High series of books. I really, really loved SVH when I was about 12, and recently I bought a ton of them for cheap on eBay. So if anyone's interested, I'd be happy to contribute my thoughts about SVH.

2. A review / analysis / thoughts about the British murder mysteries I've been consuming and the BBC / PBS adaptations of said mysteries. This is my new pet project.

3. A discussion of the new direction of the program formerly known as Masterpiece Theatre. It's just Masterpiece now. And they've recently run adaptations of Jane Austen, a perennial favourite. Gillian Anderson is the new host, btw.

4. Updates on my dogs, especially Baby Fenway. He couldn't be any cuter. Of course, Fenway related posts could be written in the first person, in Fenway's own voice. I'm happy to turn the laptop over to him.

5. Food

6. DVDs

I think that pretty much covers my options, at least as I see them now.

Oh, here we go

7 and 8. Reviews / discussion of the Little House on the Prairie TV series or of 7th Heaven, both of which run daily on the Hallmark channel. 7th Heaven is particularly cheezy but intriguing at the same time.

Feel free to comment or to simply take the poll at the left. I do realize that the poll isn't displaying very nicely--oh well!