Sunday, July 24, 2011

The Grass is Always Greener

It's almost time for college and I've been blowing my money on all the best things: electronics (new camera and microphone), vintage clothes, pictures of Audrey Hepburn and a ukelele. Since I can't take my harp I figured I needed a new portable string instrument. And likewise for the camera. Until now I've been using my family's Nikon D60 when I needed something higher quality than my little Canon camera, but I'm now the owner of a (used, because you've gotta cut a few corners) Nikon D5000.
As it's brand new to me, I figured a test run was in order.









So far I like it. The colors don't seem as vivid as the D60, but it has HD video which is nice, especially if I discover a way to connect my external microphone to it. But any advice is appreciated!

Friday, July 22, 2011

Science Meets Feminism

Please read this. http://www.miller-mccune.com/education/making-science-girl-friendly-pays-gender-dividends-33777/

This is an article in which a researcher suggests that the female population could be convinced to enjoy science if feminine things like cosmetics were associated with it when taught in school. While I understand that this could convince a new crowd of girls to show some interest, as a female who finds science fascinating, this research/suggestion is rather disturbing. Although this article does not claim that females are useless at science or that our gender requires superficial incentives to participate in anything academic, I almost feel that it hints at that. Therefore I take a bit of offense.
Not all girls are created equal. Some are nerdy and love science, math, literature (or Harry Potter, comics, science fiction if we’re going non-academic), others prefer the arts and still others do focus mainly on more skin deep things like their hair and make-up. Yet there are those that embody all three stereotypes, like me. Basically, someone can love cosmetics and be inspired to like science through learning about the chemical make-up of their make-up BUT a girl can also enjoy science and, completely separately, curl their hair and wear lipstick. You can have A as well as B and vice versa. They aren't mutually exclusive.
Similarly, boys are not created equal either. Some prefer sports to science. Yet I don’t see any articles about boys needing encouragement to dive into physics by studying the force a baseball is hit with. Double standards.
Still, I do understand that males outnumber females in scientific fields and typically score higher on science exams. And while I respect researchers’ interest in evening out these statistics, they walk the fine line of calling females shallow and unintelligent and resulting in more harm than help.


Then again, I’m a feminist. And while I’m a math and science honor student nerd (I’ll prove my credentials: I took AP Calculus in sophomore year and AP Calculus II as a junior and passed both AP tests; recieved a 5 in AP Chemistry this year) I prefer the arts and that’s what I’ve chosen to pursue as a career. Perhaps that is the bigger problem. Girls often have a broad range of interests and talent in most of them, enough that they can choose many paths for their future.* And if science isn’t what calls to them the most then c’est la vie.

In short, while this article is attempting to gain female interest in scientific fields, they are perhaps going about it incorrectly by focusing on shallow incentives.


*Not to say that boys cannot have more than one area of interest as well. However, in my immediate experience, the women that surrounded me in school had more varied interests and were more skilled in each than their male counterparts, ON THE WHOLE. There were some very brilliant exceptions

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Split

Update! I passed my driver's test. I know, this was such a monumental issue and the result was haunting everyone, wasn't it? Well now you have some closure.

And I had the realization that it's best to keep personal posts and more interesting or eloquent ones seperate. Therefore, I have two blogs. This one will stay true to its artsy nature and my other, Nonsensical Ramblings of a Would-Be Fairy, is exactly as chaotic as it sounds. Now back to this being solely an outlet for creativity.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Crying, for our last hope is gone.

Once again, a post sans pictures. This time 'tis not due to lack of a nice outfit (in fact I adore this outfit enough to wear it again on a day when I actually leave the house) but rather a sour Fiona. I have a confession to make to the world: I HATE DRIVING.
*Le gasp*
But you're a teenager who is ready to escape from her family and home, why don't you embrace the general feeling of your peers and absolutely love driving?
Why? I'm not even sure. It scares me, that's a fact, as I don't like being handed the keys to and responsibility for an extremely dangerous vehicle that could easily hurt someone or something. I don't trust myself to not cause anyone or thing harm. That's not to say I'm a horrid driver. In fact I'm rather good, save for parallel parking, which I've only attempted about three times. My main fault is that I'm TOO cautious.
Yet driving consistently reduces me to tears and ups my stress quota about a bajillion points, especially when my father is screaming at me from the passenger seat. And tomorrow is my driving test. Ohhhhh schnappp.
Despite having come to terms with the fact that I will fail (lest some miracle occur), I'm having one panic attack after another due in no small part to my anticipation of my parents' reactions to my failure.
Oh these stressful days. Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days.

xo Fi

I promise to post something more uplifting tomorrow, even if I fail my test.

Currently reading: Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons once again because I love it.

Also, my blog post titles are almost always song lyrics so in addition to my reading list I think I shall post what each day is from.
Title lyrics from: The End of the World (Reprise) from The Final Battle by Lena Gabrielle

Monday, July 4, 2011

Start Driving. Keep Driving. Freedom.

A happy fourth of July, my American friends. 'Tis a day to celebrate independence and freedom. Woohoo! Not going to lie, it isn't an especially important holiday to me as, while I treasure the freedom and democracy that I recieve in this country thanks to our ancestors, I'm not the most patriotic person in the world. I prefer not to swear my whole-hearted allegiance to one place, particularly when that place and government is highly imperfect. Yet, America has been a pretty decent place to live for the past eighteen years.

Is there a point to this post? Not especially. Are there any pretty pictures? I'm afraid I must disappoint you. Yet I will post the enthralling information as to my current reading experience and future ideas for this blog shortly, so I hope that will inspire you to keep reading.

I never quite declared this, but The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets is to be a blog of life, with emphasis on vintage, fashion, art, knowledge and feminism. Sound decent? I hope so.
One feature that I'd like to mention is How To Be An Artist. HTBAA is a work of art/idea by SARK that is my most basic inspiration in life. Therefore, one line at a time, I intend to share that poster of sentences detailing how to be an artist, complete with pictures and what it means to me. Hopefully that will be a weekly thing among my daily posts. Assuming daily posts also continue. But there's that.

So with nothing left to say and fireworks calling to me, I bid thee goodnight.

xo Fi

Currently reading: The Monsters of Templeton by Lauren Groff

Title lyrics from: Freedom by Kerrigan and Lowdermilk

Sunday, July 3, 2011

You Can't Remember. You Try To Feel The Beat.

What I Like.

Teacups.
Clocks.
Watches.
Keys.
Locks.
Photographs.
Scarves.
Doors.
Instruments.
Birdcages.
Mirrors.
Picture frames.
Glasses.
Swings.
Umbrellas.
Gates.
Friendship bracelets.
Band-aids.
Pillows.
Blankets.
Baskets.
Greeting cards.
Vases.
Telephones.
Perfume bottles.
Fans.
Rings.
Chimes.
Teapots.

Always One Foot On The Ground



July 2nd and 3rd.

Welcome to Wonderland. Welcome to The Secret Garden. Welcome to the Land of Fairies.
Also, welcome to my backyard.


Outfit details.

July 2nd
Skirt - Goodwill
Necklace - Vintage

July 3rd
Cat necklace - Vintage
Shoe scarf (tied as bow) - Vintage


Title lyrics from: Fidelity by Regina Spektor

The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets

Keeping secrets certainly is a lost art in the twenty-first century. Yet more so than that, it's a symbol of many 'lost arts'. This day and age has certainly sacrificed many traditions and arts, so to speak, in only a decade, what with our desire to progress as quickly and efficiently as possible. Being an eighteen year old born into the age of technology, fast food, blue jeans and reality television, I am no doubt a part of this tumultuous "put in the least amount of time and effort needed to produce the best results possible" generation, but there's one difference between myself and the majority of my generation. I am a follower of lost arts.

By this, I mean that I was born into a family where imagination was valued and, as a result, imagination became my favorite toy, tool and weapon. As I grew I discovered art, most notably those of the performing arts variety, vintage clothing and developed a fondness for old and unusual things, people and places. Which leads me to this. A blog. Declaring my love for and life among the lost arts. So come one, come all to the spectacle that is Fiona and the blog that is The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets. Enjoy!

XO

A quick P.S.
I (questionably legally) stole this blog title from a favorite book of mine entitled (can you guess?) The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets. It's a lovely book and I don't wish to infringe upon any copyright laws. In fact, I wish it to sell quite well, so if the title peaks your curiousity, as it did mine, then you should indeed pirouette out and buy it. The two main female characters live frightfully intriguing English lives and there's plenty of old estates, fancy parties and charm to make it worth your while.
An additional note. If perhaps a Charlotte-ism or Penelope-ism is to pop up in these posts now and then, they would be from that book.