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In the suburb of Lincoln Park, close to Chicago, is the first home of Frank Lloyd Wright which is one of the best known American architects. His fallingwater house impressed me much, it’s one of my dreams to see it for myself. But for now at least I got to see his first home which has been turned into a museum. There’s something really beautiful about the way he connected the surrounding environment with his houses and how architecture became a part of interior decoration of his designs as well. I really admire his work and I am glad I stumbled upon his house while traveling in Chicago. It was already late so that’s why I was only able to take a dark picture.

Chicago is to me what a real city looks like. Modern, postmodern and classical architecture adorns the city with its metal, glass and steel structures. Not to mention their subway system which is both underground and above ground, highlighting the urban landscape.

powerful poster by themchadley . I will not give up. I will not stop writing until I write what I need to write, what I need to say. I will not give up hope. I will not give up.

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Clever way to upcycle junk mail into creative holiday decor.

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I made some TVP with eggs today and as I took a bite I instantly went back to my childhood. For those that don’t know, TVP stands for Textured Vegetable Protein, also known as soy. The semi-sweet, juicy flavor with its chewy texture, brought memories of my mothers and grandmother’s cooking. Though I have not taken the step to become vegetarian, I grew up in a vegetarian household, and my earliest memories are of TVP tacos and TVP stews. I didn’t always enjoy it, and I think as part of my rebelliousness, I enjoyed eating meat every chance I’d get. My paternal grandmother didn’t share my parent’s diet so she fed me meat any time she could. I remember hating whole wheat flour tortillas and oaxaca cheese and avocado after one time on a road trip me and my cousins made from Mexico City to Disneyland, that’s practically all we ate.

It’s amazing how a single taste can transport us back to memories, almost reliving the moment. Growing up vegetarian, or in a vegetarian household at least, it was very strange in Mexico City. When my school mates took their white Bimbo bread sandwiches made with ham and yellow cheese to recess, I’d take  whole wheat bread with panela cheese or some type of healthy cheese and alfafa sprouts. Eating white bread at my friend’s house was like a special treat to me, only because it seemed so rare to me. I have never liked chicken though, so I enjoyed excusing myself from dinner if that was the main dish. I didn’t have to seem rude, because I would claim that I was vegetarian.

My father tried really hard to make me vegetarian. He would try talking as the cow when I had a steak and say “I’m the cow, please don’t eat me, look at me bleeding!”. It would freak me out, and to this day I can’t really eat a piece of meat if it is close to rare, I don’t like juicy, bloody or pink meat. I know that is how most meats should be eaten, but that’s just too uncomfortable for me.

Now, vegetarian food is a regular part of my diet, and eating meat every day feels too heavy for me. I’ve heard that eating soy is not very good because it can contribute to cancer, but I think in moderation it’s ok.

Why haven’t I made the absolute conversion to being vegetarian? I guess because I still love me a piece of steak, even if it has to be well done. I’ve never enjoyed being told what to eat or not to eat, I understand the reasons why people choose to change their diets and I am absolutely respectful of them, and I hope that everyone respects my choices as well. I’ve heard all the arguments for and against being vegetarian, and I will enjoy my tofu tacos just as much as my carnitas.

I was at a journalism conference and while having lunch with students and media execs, one of the execs asked where we got our news. I was embarrassed to answer because I don’t really hear or watch or read news. I know, a journalism alum who turned her back on news, how could I? Well, basically after I started having nightmares from all the violence TV news show on a daily basis, and after getting depressed and angry every time I read the newspaper because of all the bad news, I stopped trying to hear news. I lied to the exec and said I listened to NPR in the morning.

But after I thought about it a little more,  I do have a news outlet I check every day. It’s my news feed on facebook, where I read articles that my friends, colleagues and individuals that I respect post links to news that I actually want to read. See, my news feed doesn’t just let me know what my friend ate for lunch, I also find out about news that’s important to me; be it maternity issues, Scott Pilgrim showings, top ten vampire lists, the Occupy movement, news from Europe, Israel, Mexico and other parts of the world. I don’t just have links to liberal outlets either, I have conservative friends too, who post just as much and keep me up to date. A true writer knows the truth doesn’t just have one side and being as objective as possible is one of the things that old school journalism has engraved close to my heart.

Welcome to the organic newsroom, directed by no man or woman alone, catered to your interests and needs. How can one media outlet be enough? In today’s world no website, no channel, no radio station on its own can present all the information that people need. Mainstream media is no longer mainstream, it’s dissected into niches, marketed. It’s individualized, but it is shared, so there is still a sense of community.

I do believe that I have to participate as well, contributing links to news that matter to me, which means checking news sites by myself and contributing to the organic newsroom.