Leonard Nimoy: Actor, Artist, and Inspiration

We all have our memories and experiences of the man, the sometimes-alien, the legendary–Leonard Nimoy. Some know him only as Mr. Spock, and that’s okay, but Mr. Nimoy was a man of many talents. Yesterday, I reflected on all he has meant to me and realized that he has profoundly affected my life in many ways.

In my college years, my boyfriend and I discovered a mutual love for science fiction and devoured all three seasons of Star Trek and the subsequent movies on Netflix pretty quickly together.

Pretty much every free night we had was this.

Pretty much every free night we had was this.

Our fledgling relationship grew stronger over pizza and tribbles, making fun of Kirk’s ripped shirt or Spock’s too-heavy makeup, and quoting our favorite lines from the show (“He’s dead, Jim”). And though we first met because of STAR WARS (that’s a story for another day), somewhere along the Enterprise’s journey through the universe, we managed to fall in love.

I remember the moment, in 2011, when I first heard that Leonard Nimoy was going to be giving a lecture at Boston University, the very place I was just about to graduate from that May. I couldn’t believe it. SPOCK? At my school? I rushed over to the box office as fast as I could, calling my boyfriend along the way.

When the day came we waited patiently in the huge line forming at the student union. It started at the exhibition room and trailed all the way down the stairs and out into the fresh air outside. All sorts of people had been drawn to the event: Alternative girls with pink hair and thigh-high striped socks, professors fresh out of class, middle aged couples, and of course, us. We found seats near the middle of the audience.

I was happy to have a good view of Mr. Nimoy. After our Star Trek binge-watching sessions, I was so used to seeing Spock that it was a tiny shock to see Leonard Nimoy, you know, as a human. There were no pointy ears, no upwardly curling eyebrows–just a wrinkled smile and those deep set eyes.

The image for the event via www.bu.edu.

The image used for the event announcement via http://www.bu.edu.

I never thought that Mr. Nimoy would personally affect me so much during the lecture. Even now, as I struggle to figure out my career path and deepest passions, some moments from his lecture stick out in my mind.

That day, he told us his life story. He spoke about his childhood memories of Boston, the struggle to find his identity as the son of an immigrant family, and the difficulties of pursuing an artistic career while making ends meet. He revealed that his issues around identity led him to contribute to the depth of Spock’s character. He identified with Spock; they were both aliens trying to understand and navigate a different culture while grappling with the repercussions of a mixed identity. As he spoke, it became clear to me that Mr. Nimoy was indeed the heart of Star Trek and the reason why it connected with so many people. After all, he is the one who came up with the iconic “live long and prosper” greeting and gesture.

However, the most moving part of the lecture for me was when Mr. Nimoy spoke about his later years of exploring new creative outlets. He discussed his work, The Full Body Project, a photography collection centered around the image of nude overweight women. He expressed his journey toward understanding the pressures that women face from the media to be thin and explained the development of his desire to show the beauty of women with different body sizes.

As he showed us slides of his work, I was awestruck with the way he had challenged traditional views of what a woman should look like. Defying expectations of obese women, he photographed his models in iconic poses, revealing their humanity. Front and center, women with body types that are so often shamed were instead seen for what they are–beautiful and full of grace.

Another project of his, titled “Secret Selves” showcased the ‘hidden side’ of people by portraying who they felt like on the inside. I can’t express how much I admire his effort to get closer to what it means to be human. We all have these complex inner identities coexisting, for better or worse, with the external image we must put on for society. But in his photography, Nimoy triumphed stripping down to that inner self, giving people more courage to do so themselves.

“I think the images tell the story. Art should stimulate thinking about the world around us.”

–Leonard Nimoy in an interview about The Full Body Project

Leonard Nimoy was one of those endlessly creative people. It amazes me that he turned to photography and also poetry(!) as a way to get closer to the truth of identity and representation. I have continued to be inspired by the way he has traversed mediums in pursuit of expression. I too have begun branching out creatively by trying out drawing and photography in addition to writing. His example will always encourage me to follow my heart and never put restrictions on myself.

Leonard Nimoy was not just Spock–he was a true artist. Throughout his lifetime he was an actor, director, writer, poet, photographer, singer, and even created the Nimoy Foundation to help other artists fund their creative endeavors.

May his memory inspire us to try new things, explore our identity, look for the humanity in others, and live each moment fully.


Opening the shade

IMG_0963Every morning, I open the blinds for my cat. He used to be an outdoor kind of guy, who loved to romp in the grass, rub himself feverishly over concrete, and bring small animals, usually still wriggling, into the house. But now we live in the city, and though I have seen a few cats around the neighborhood, I have also seen one too many feline “Missing” posters to feel comfortable with letting the furry love of my life out into the streets.

So every morning, I open the blinds for him.

Some mornings, he is already at his post by the window even though the blinds are closed. I wonder what he thinks in those moments. Is he frustrated that I haven’t gotten out of bed yet when such an amazing world is moving and swaying beyond the pane? Or is he content in the momentary darkness? I admit that he could just be a cat, thinking nothing at all.

But then again, when I forget to open the window shade, he yowls with mournful emotion until I rush over from wherever I am. Sometimes he yowls just because he can’t go outside. When my boyfriend leaves the apartment, for example, the cat hollers while he is gone, not just like he misses him, but like he is so upset that someone else is outside —in that forbidden place.

Today was like any other. I opened the shade and he hopped up to peer around for any new changes that occurred overnight. But I’m starting to wonder if my cat’s relationship with the window, the shade, and the outside world speaks to some of the greater themes of life.

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about awareness and connection. For several months now, I have been battling a resurgence of anxiety and panic attacks that have made most aspects of daily life pretty hard. So I have necessarily become more aware of my body, my surroundings, and my interactions with others. I have really delved into this concept of my identity in an attempt to connect with my brain, heart, soul (if we have one) and soothe the damaging thought processes that perpetuate my anxiety disorder. Basically, I have been in observer mode.

What I’ve noticed is that many of us go through our lives with the window shade down and we hardly even notice. We don’t see the beautiful minutia of life that makes it so meaningful. We no longer stop to smell the roses. Instead, more and more people seem content to look at their tiny screens instead of looking up at the world around them. Sure we’ll look at pictures with the #earthporn hashtag all day, marveling at the natural wonders gleaming up from our laptops or tablets, but how many times do we actually get out there, go exploring, and experience natural beauty for ourselves?

There’s also this mentality of “I have to be doing something” all the time. We rush from the cafe, to work, to the gym, maybe to the bar (Instagramming the whole way), without taking some time to stop and give our minds a break.  Without looking inward to our thoughts and emotions. We carry on just with a sense that these greater things are at work, that our life is meaningful because it is ours without truly exploring what it means to be a human. In other words, we have faith that meaning is behind the curtain and will always be, but we are content without knowing about or interacting with it. Maybe we plan on opening the curtain later but get too caught up in what’s happening right now. We need to post that selfie from last night on Twitter. We need to watch the latest episode of The Bachelor. We need to get our freaking hair done.

I mean think of all the industries out there whose business is to distract us from our own lives or throw our attention over to meaningless pursuits.

In short—we rarely take time to see the world or interact with our inner selves.

But then, one day, someone leaves. And just like my cat’s reaction to my boyfriend walking out the door, we yowl. Because all of sudden, someone who was just there has now gone to a place we can’t follow. We ignore death until it stares us in the face.

So there is really only one question: Are you content living with the shade down?

I’m not. In fact, I think that my old lifestyle of GO GO GO contributed to the development of my anxiety. It may have always been there underneath the surface, but the pressures of my lifestyle certainly played their part in triggering it. Though I felt like I was on a successful path, it was always about getting somewhere, never appreciating where I was in the moment. Suddenly, I found myself at this age wondering where the time has gone and why I don’t feel like I really know myself.


I’ve been working on opening the shade by seeking deeper interactions with the world. IMG_0965

Now, I take walks around my neighborhood everyday, I practice yoga, I try to make more time for mindfulness exercises, and I’ve given myself permission to try new creative pursuits.  I’ve also begun cutting out the distractions, asking myself when I watch tv or a movie if this is really going to add to my life experience. Same with books and articles. It has become a practice of lowering the quantity and increasing the quality. These may seem like small changes, but they make a huge difference.

I think I might always have a few guilty pleasures, but in the end, I’m just trying to be more aware of how I spend the precious, precious time I have.

How do you stay in the moment?

5 positive commercials I love

So, I feel like I’ve been hating on the media lately. Ads have become a big part of our culture, and though their greater goal is to always promote a product or service, they also end up representing society and promoting certain ideals. Yes, many commercials and ads continue to feature negative stereotypes, but there are a few gems out there that work against the tide by showcasing diversity or promoting positive messages.  Lately, some companies have taken strides to be more mindful in their advertising and have made some pretty great commercials.

Here are some of my favorites:

1. Always: Like a Girl

I love this ad for showing how stereotypes are learned as we get older. The older subjects have already equated the words “like a girl” as an insult while the young girls simply demonstrate their skills, unfazed. The #likeagirl campaign is a great way to use social media to fight against gender stereotypes.

2. Honey Maid: Love

After Honey Maid ran an ad featuring a gay couple and their growing family, they got a lot of hate mail. But instead of bowing to the pressure and changing their approach, they stuck with the message of love and created a beautiful commercial to address the controversy.

3. Coca-Cola: America is Beautiful

I remember watching this ad during the SuperBowl last year and getting chills. I love how it shows the many different cultures, communities, languages, and families that make up our nation.

4. Cheerios: Gracie

When this family first debuted in Cheerios’ “Just Checking” commercial, so many people responded with racist comments that it sparked a national conversation and was featured on the news everywhere. But Cheerios brushed off the controversy with this comeback commercial, sticking with their desire to represent all types of families.

5. Dove: Love Your Curls

Sure, accepting your hair may seem like a small issue compared to the greater problems of our society, but the message of accepting yourself and embracing your identity shines through the curly vs. straight hair dilemma. As a curly-haired woman who woke up at 5 am everyday to straighten my hair before high school, I would’ve loved seeing this commercial as a kid. And the happiness of the girls at the end of the commercial is just so adorable.

Have any other personal favorites? Feel free to add them in the comments below!

How living in different places changed me

I’ve noticed that, as people, we talk a lot about how this person or that person has changed or provided a positive impact on our lives. But have you ever thought about how a place can change you?

“Nā mea`ike honua”–the wisdom of the world

When living in Hawai’i, I often came across the idea of “Ike Honua,” or “sense of place.” I grew up moving around quite often and have so far continued to do so in my adult life. I am twenty-five years old and I have lived in 12 states, not counting time spent abroad in Germany, my semester of studying in London, or my summer spent backpacking other cities in Europe. Fun fact I just discovered–I have lived in 18 different homes. And the crazy thing is that I know that every location had a hand in shaping my identity. I notice that every place leaves its little traces on me, for better or for worse, and that some places do completely change my world view. My experience isn’t an anomaly, one study has found that the deep historical roots and cultural values of a place play a huge role in the lives of its inhabitants.

I would consider myself an extremely empathic person–I can’t watch the news without getting upset about the tragedies other people have experienced. Part of this may just be my personality, sure, but I also think it has a lot to do with moving around and seeing all different walks of life. After wondering about this for a bit, I found a few studies that show that travel not only makes people more empathic and open-minded, but also more trusting of people in general.

“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness. . .Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime”

-Mark Twain

Feeling free in Boston circa 2010.

Feeling free in Boston circa 2010.

Though my early life of moving around definitely made me a more open-minded person, it wasn’t until I was eighteen that I had a say in where I lived. Eager to see what life in a city was like, I decided to move to Boston for college.

That city was the first place I felt as my own, and where the culture of the place reflected my own ideals. I fell in love for the first time in its streets. I became an adult.  Boston teased out the identity that I couldn’t explore as a teenager in Virginia. I identified with its history of fighting for independence because I was doing the same thing. But the physicality of the place was still definitely a huge factor in my affection for it. I love the blend of the old and new in Boston–the skyscrapers towering around the old state house.

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The old and the new in Boston.

Its weird, in a way, because sometimes I feel like I’m still carrying the city, in miniature, inside somewhere; I can still picture the snow-lined streets of Government Center, feel the sweat beading down my neck as I wait for the T, watch the ducklings trace their fading paths in the ponds of the public gardens in spring. All the bars, bus stops, and cobblestone corners are just as familiar to me now, three years removed, as my own freckles or fingernails.

Then, I moved to Hawai’i and experienced another great identity shift. I watched the waves endlessly return to the shore, the stars illuminate the tall mountains, the whales spout and lift their curving tails before diving, and the steam rise from the bright lava that flowed into the ocean from a rocky cliff. I swam with dolphins, manta rays, fish, fish, fish, one shark, and truly realized that we all only inhabit one small part of this world.

“Hawaii is not a state of mind, but a state of grace. ”
-Paul Theroux

Living on an island, the people of Hawai’i naturally value conservation. While I was there, laws changed and plastic bags completely disappeared from all stores. Though I have always recycled and generally considered myself to live my life in a nature-friendly way, this took on a more important role in my life.The natural living lifestyle definitely drew me in as well. I found myself going to farmer’s markets, eating fresh produce, and living an overall healthier life.

Slowing down in Hawai'i.

Slowing down in Hawai’i.

Hawai’i is a place of renewal, where nature sets the pace of life for the people living there. It reminded me the truly important things in life–caring for others, exploring my passions, and valuing beauty. And the messages that our greater society touts–that money can buy you happiness, that success is measured in material things–evaporated from my mind completely.

My friend made this video when she came to visit me. I think it captures some of the joy and wisdom of the place. I was very sorry to move away, but hope to return someday. Mahalo i ka nani–thank you for the beauty.

In the meantime, I will continue to experience what Portland has to offer and look forward to learning more from it. Have you ever experienced a change in your personality of inner values after living somewhere new?

“We’ve been leaders, we’ve been kings…” Oyelowo on the treatment of black narratives

Wow. David Oyelowo just said it. While my recent post about the Oscar snubs focused on the lack of recognition toward females in the industry, the controversy this year has also been about the racial diversity of the nominees. Sitting down for an interview at the Santa Barbara International Film Festival, Oyelowo, who played Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. in Selma, discusses why he believes he was snubbed and challenges the industry to look at how they treat black narratives.

As we start Black History Month, his message is especially meaningful and worth thinking about–why do we tolerate so many movies that depict blacks as subservient while rarely acknowledging (or even creating!) films that show them in leadership positions? As he points out, movies are typically told from the white character’s point of view. He argues that authentic narratives told from the perspective of black characters are important because “You can’t have people curating culture in this way when we need to see things in order to reform from them.”

I have to agree.

And I wonder what role the media plays when I see such disparities between how white and black people perceive society. In a PEW research study, vastly different responses between white and black citizens were found in issues of equality and racial tension.  In answer to “How much needs to be done in order to achieve racial equality?” 79% of blacks said “A lot,” while only 46% of whites answered in this way. The poll indicates that blacks feel that they are not experiencing equal treatment in almost every aspect of life, while whites do not see blacks being discriminated against. Are we really living in different worlds here or is there a serious discrepancy in what messages we are exposed to?


Elena–Disney’s newest princess.

I hope we see and hear more diversity in our culture’s stories. Stories help build empathy and break down barriers between different groups of people. As a culture who generally loves storytelling, wouldn’t we all benefit from diverse narratives? Shouldn’t the films/tv/books we consume more closely mirror the demographics of our society?

I work in public schools and rejoice when I see children’s a book starring a character of color or featuring cultural diversity because there are still so few examples out there. I hope that the upcoming Disney film featuring a new Latina princess will do her culture and identity justice. I also hope to see more movies like Selma and Dear White People hit theaters, films that give empowered black characters the multi-faceted identities they deserve. I hope to see more women and people of color as writers and directors. Let’s continue to demand better representation of diversity across genders and races in our media while also challenging ourselves to reflect on the messages of the things we watch.

A new lens

Photography is something I have always wanted to get into. This year has been one for knocking things off my bucket list–more on that later probably–so on Black Friday I braved Best Buy to bring home my Canon Rebel. It was the best I could afford and a good start for someone who is photography-clueless like me.

I have always been interested and enthralled with all forms of art, but often timid to try out my own abilities because they are inevitably not “good” enough. I didn’t go to art school, never took a lesson past elementary school in fact–but lately I have found myself dabbling more and more for my own relaxation and enjoyment. I have realized that the not “good” enough part is all in my head if I feel good enough for myself. I’m 25. I have no plans of pursuing art professionally at this point, but it is certainly an outlet for me and a way to connect with others.

We have one life to live right? Why not dabble in it ALL while and feel free to express ourselves FOR ourselves when creativity strikes?

These past couple of months have been personally difficult for me as I have struggled with returning anxiety and panic attacks. With anxiety, it is hard to live in the moment as bigger, vague terrors press into my mind and then extend their tendrils down into my body. The other day I ventured to the Portland Japanese Garden and found myself in a state of meditation as I peered at the world through the camera lens. The camera was able to slow my thoughts down by centering my view (literally) on the smaller beauty of the world around me. I am particularly drawn to the small things–clinging fungi, fisted buds, strands of moss–because they are evidence of these endless beautiful processes of nature that occur under our noses every day.

Despite my newbie-ness to photography, I want to share my photos as a way of sharing my experience and wonder. I hope you enjoy and feel encouraged to try something new as well! As always, submit any of your creative work to darby@paradingaround.com to be posted!




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