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MONSTER.

I have an on-again-off-again relationship with coffee.  So far 2013 has been a weekday morning love affair with coffee, with weekends spent apart.

I had some business things to attend to after work today and felt tired before 5pm even rolled around,  so I broke from my recent caffeine only in the morning pattern and drank a Monster.  It’s not something I buy and I don’t think I’d even had one before.  I got it for free when I ran the OC half marathon the other week.  It definitely helped me focus on the task at hand, BUT HOLY CRAP I AM SO WIDE AWAKE NOW.  I probably should’ve just drank half.  Oops.

Hello Thursday morning!  (where did Wednesday evening go?)

The Monster also left a funny aftertaste – I’m not a fan.  Back in the day when I was pulling long hours for grad school or driving long distances my poison of choice was a Starbucks double shot.  Mmmm.  Those things actually taste good at least.  Monster just tastes like liquid chemical.

Tomorrow’s gonna hurt.  I’m gonna have to bust out the uber motivational tunes for all that data entry/descriptive work I have to do on the archives I’m working on.

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Legacy Guilt.

Today I went to the Western History Workshop on Dr. Alice Echols’ work in progress project on her grandfather’s involvement with a Building and Loan Bank scandal in Colorado Springs in the Great Depression.  At the beginning of her presentation she brought up the problematic nature of mining family history for history narratives.  Past lives, like present lives, are riddled with tragedy as much as they are stories of success and triumph.

In my own personal genealogy research I semi-recently learned that my great great great great grandpa was a slave owner in Tennessee.  Most of his sons moved to Texas as young adults and remained there until their deaths.  The sons fought for the Confederacy in the Civil War, while their slave owning father actually sided with the Union.

Thomas Crutcher Holt, one of the sons (and my ancestor) worked as an itinerant Methodist and Baptist preacher in the South.  His son Edgar Eugene Holt moved to southern Oklahoma.  And it was there in southern Oklahoma that Edgar’s son Andrew Holt, my great grandma’s oldest brother, ran whiskey during Prohibition in the 1920s and was shot down by a sheriff (and family oral history also says a U.S. Marshall) in a nighttime raid.

The Morning Tulsa daily world. (Tulsa, Okla.), 21 Jan. 1922. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.

The Morning Tulsa daily world. (Tulsa, Okla.), 21 Jan. 1922. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress. http://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn85042345/1922-01-21/ed-1/seq-5/

I don’t feel bad at all about having a Prohibition violating ancestor, though I do feel a little bad about having a slave owning gggg grandfather.  I’ve decided to call this legacy guilt.  It’s a non-monetary inheritance that you can’t really do anything about.  The longer I’ve known about it the easier it has been to reconcile that what an ancestor did is very much in the past, and what you do as an individual in the present is far more important than the actions of any one of the hundreds of ancestors that rotated around the sun before you.

Their actions had far reaching implications and greatly impacted the lives around them, but there is no remedy for that when you are nothing but an agent of the present.

If anything, learning more about the potentially negatives aspects of my family’s past illuminates a general history narrative that often feels generic and impersonal.  I’ve been pursuing information on the cultural context of my slaveowning ancestor in Tennessee and his sons’ move to Texas.  It’s been an exciting journey so far to try to understand the push and pull factors of their choices through the contexts of their lives.

Cocktail versus exercise smackdown.

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Magical juxtaposition in a screen grab.

So, I think the Arthritis Foundation is telling me I should go to the gym instead of making this cocktail.

What won out?  Well, I’ve got text to finish for an online exhibit, so a lighter inspired-by cocktail won out.  (And maybe I should be slightly insulted the ad seems to be suggesting I’m using booze as medicine?)

Dear body (when I first typed this I accidentally typo’d “Dead body” – gosh universe, slather it on thick why dontcha!?),

Tomorrow I will do more exercise than the 15 minute pilates video.  And even if we still feel sick-ish (I’m still recovering from a cold of epic-ish length), we’ll at least walk around Griffith Park a bit.  Both Saturday and Sunday.

I promise I love you more than I demonstrate,

Mallory

Saying that stuff on the internet makes it real and true.  And for tonight – cheers!

1 shot gin, 1/2 shot triple sec, 1 shot lemon juice, 2 dashes bitters, shaken on the rocks, and then topped off with soda water.  Ta-da!

1 shot gin, 1/2 shot triple sec, 1 shot lemon juice, 2 dashes bitters, shaken on the rocks, and then topped off with soda water. Ta-da!