Sunday, November 21, 2010

Pretty Days



It's the 21st of November and it's a beautiful day. I have a lot of homework to do but there likely won't be another day like this. Homework break = bike ride. I'm keeping my dress on, too.


Sadly, by the time I made it outside, the clouds had covered the sun. Such is the fall and winter of Louisville. Perhaps one of the most depressing places to experience winter. 


I got many strange looks while riding my bike in a dress. It was satisfying. (And don't worry, I had opaque tights on, so I didn't flash anyone.) 




Beautiful weather makes me excessively happy.


I had a fantastic day.
Hope you enjoyed the day too!

Monday, November 15, 2010

I am not and never will be a city girl

Sometimes city life really wears on me.

This is my fourth school year in Louisville, and I've been here for almost a year and a half straight. 

Sometimes I like it, most of the time I don't. I like it because there are a lot of places to go, eat, shop. But I can't do that all the time. It's a great social life but you have to have a lot of money to do that. 

What's irritating: 
the sirens on the street at 3 am 
the garbage man emptying the dumpster at 5 am
the disheveled loiterers on corners every time of the day
the middle age men in trucks who stare at me on the sidewalk
the emails from UL about the latest armed robbery near campus
the traffic from 4-6 pm, the traffic the rest of the time
the small parking spaces
the narrow roads
feeling unsafe after dark
being unable to wander outside after dark
being unable to see the stars.



Thankfully, Louisville likes its greenery and there are tons of huge trees all over the city, along with quite a lot of green space. Check out Olmstead.

So, as I walk to and from school this fall, I like to look at the trees, because they are beautiful and help me appreciate city-life a little bit more.

I went out one afternoon on a little bike ride and took some pictures.

The colors of the red tree fascinate me, and I'm sad that I won't be able to see its pretty red leaves throughout winter.




The truck Joe and I found over the weekend.

And I finally got a picture of the squirrel that visits my patio. He destroyed the plant Joe gave me (that scraggly thing in the background), even chewed on my bamboo, so I put out some seeds and peanuts for him, which he really likes. He's really paranoid and skittish, but adorable.

I find the colors of fall against the colors of a city refreshing. But I also find the juxtaposition somewhat unsettling. We aren't living in nature so much as nature is (sometimes reluctantly) allowed to live with us.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Every Day

I have never been, and probably never will be, a good verbal communicator in regards to my emotions. I can say so much more on paper (or on the computer screen?), and I've often used writing to communicate with those that I care about. Everything I write is the truth, it is the way I feel whether I could ever say it out loud or not.

Right now I have the terrible urge to write about these emotions I'm feeling. I know that I want to write and I know what I want to write about, but I cannot seem to find the right words. Maybe I just need to force myself.

All my life I have looked up to you, Grandma, as an inspiration, model, guide. Your obvious love for your family, your humor, your faith, your creativity, your hunger for knowledge, your reserve and patience, have made me strive to be more like you and want to grow as an individual.

I enjoy every chance I am able to spend time with you and I feel very blessed to have you as my grandmother. From baking gingerbread cookies and playing with your old jewelry to watching the Lipizzaner stallions and helping with the garage sale to examining your flowers for future paintings and marveling at all the beauty around us, I try to remember every moment because I know they are limited.

I think, Grandma, that you have the strength and faith to overcome this leukemia BS, especially combined with the strength and faith of all the people who love and care about you and are praying for you. 

Grandma, I have no idea what you're going through and what you might be feeling, but I know your faith is astounding. 

I know you are averse to my lesbian professor, but she recently sent us this poem to listen to, to help us expand our writing skills:
 

I know this is how you see it, and I hope I can see it this way too. That we can be capable of celebrating the life that we are graciously granted every moment by God, because without him we have no chance. And to live in fear of death or failure is to live a life of death and failure. 

"Every day something has tried to kill me, and has failed."

Thursday, November 4, 2010

A Short Rant on Food...

I've been thinking a lot about life lately, and one thing that is extremely important to me is food. I love eating, honestly. But I've been know to be slightly less than responsible sometimes. I'm trying to be better. I value my health and physical appearance a lot. It makes me feel good, so does eating, but there has to be a balance.


There's nothing like an unidentified illness to make you check your living habits. I've had stomach and allergy problems for a long time and several years ago they got exponentially worse. I won't go into details, you don't want to know them. Doctors said there was nothing wrong me. I'm telling you that the things I was experiencing do not happen to a healthy person.

My instinct when presented with something I know nothing about that is impacting me is to research it tirelessly. An example would be- "Oooh horses are pretty! I like them! I'm going to read every single thing I can about them!" How long would you like me to talk about horses? With my stomach and allergy issues reaching my limit of tolerance, I read everything I could find about the symptoms I was having. I came to no self-diagnosis, but I found that most of what I was experiencing was the same as people diagnosed with Celiacs. Hmmm.

My doctor suggested going dairy free. My aunt and her children are gluten and dairy free (I think it's both). I immediately asked my doctor if I could go gluten free too. She said, "If you want to try it."

So I did. Both wheat and dairy were eliminated for a week. After a breath test for lactose intolerance came back negative, I resumed eating dairy. However, I did not resume eating wheat, because I felt better.

Within a week.


I'd had a blood test which had some suspicious antibodies prior to this wheat-free-week. After this wheat-free-week I went in for an endoscopy/colonoscopy. Ask for more sedative if you must ever succumb to this procedure.

Negative for Celiacs. But, doc, I feel better being wheat free! Well, keep being wheat free.

So, since then, I have been wheat free. I still have a strange stomach but I don't have the symptoms I had before and all my head allergies cleared up. Gluten intolerance is what people like to call it.

The question I get asked most often when I tell people I can't eat wheat, is, "What do you eat?!"

Not bread. Or anything that might have wheat, barley, rye, maltodextrin or unidentified food starch. Instead, I eat tons of fruit, vegetables, fish, rice, beans and gluten free pasta. There are some really nice gluten free pastas I like, but the fruit and veggies - they're hard to beat. Occasionally I make some gf bread or muffins, but they're such a treat that it's hard to be responsible. Stores do sell gf bread and cookies and pizza, but to be honest I don't mind not having them around, and they're so freaking expensive!

In college it is extremely difficult to find substantial food that is not full of glutens, as my friends say. I really had to start paying attention to what I was putting in my mouth. So combined with my previous research about my body's ailments, this attentiveness has helped bring me to where I am today in regards to food.

After writing an article for a class about sustainable agriculture, I became even more obsessed about what we as humans put in our bodies, not to mention what we do to the earth. If I could afford all organic food, I would buy only organic food.

2/3rds of Americans are overweight. Fertility is decreasing. Birth defects are rising. Cancer rates are rising. Food allergies are more common. What's it mean? It means maybe the things you are putting in your body are not safe. Just do some light research, you'll see.

Big agriculture really does inject food - poultry, beef - with hormones to make them bigger. Why? So they can lower their costs and produce more. Turkeys are often so full of hormones that their breast are so big they cannot mate on their own. Besides the cruelty and grossness of that, don't you think those hormones are going to show up in your body? And all the pesticides and nitrogen they spray on the produce goes ... where? There are two places it can go - in the ground, or in the food. If it goes in the ground it seeps into the water table and goes from there. If in the food ... then you eat it don't you? Those are chemicals. Not safe for humans, really. Would you willingly consume toxic chemicals? You do ... Don't forget about the sugar and salt, preservatives, grease, that is on/in the food, too. This is what people eat all day, every day, and they're not healthy. Our life spans are longer but we have more diseases.

So -

I want to be a healthy person and I think that starts with proper food. Buying it and preparing it. Of course, I can't buy organic, usually just my apples. They really do taste better, and after you eat them for a while and go back to non-organic apples you can taste the chemicals. I'm not lying.

In my endeavor to be healthy, I am going to cook. I've realized that it doesn't have to take an hour to make a delicious meal. Cooking is like creating anything, it takes a lot of experimentation and practice. Although, I think I was born with a natural ability, thanks to my mother.

Here are some things I know:
~ You don't need a recipe, you just need to know what something tastes like and how long to cook it until it's done. Unless of course it's really complicated, like mom's chili.
~ You can do just about anything with vegetables and fish.
~ Just because two spice mixes are different ethnicities doesn't mean their baby won't be gorgeous. Southwest chipotle with Mediterranean mix = really tasty chicken.
~ Don't overcook gluten free rice pasta.
~ Don't stir the milk/yeast or it won't "foam."
~ Fish tacos are best with the least traditional toppings you can think of. Avocado, kiwi, mango = yum.
~ A giant bag of gf oats and a small bag of gf grits goes a long way as breakfast oatmeal. And those oats can make some pretty good granola.
~ Rice is hard to cook.
~ If you're going to add oats to muffins or bread, or make granola of them, soak them in water first.
~ "Alaskan salmon" is not Alaskan, it's farm raised and it's pink because of the dye in the food they feed it. Always buy "wild caught."
~ Just because it's "organic" doesn't mean it didn't come from a big corporation.
~ Just because it's "organic" doesn't mean it's healthy. READ the label!
~ Your body needs food, eat around 6 times a day in small amounts. You'll keep your ravenous hunger at bay, your blood sugar up (which means you'll be happier and more awake), and your metabolism won't have a chance to slow down.
~ Eat the skin on most produce. There are more nutrients there.
~ Buy darkly colored produce. They have the most nutrients.
~ Frozen fruits and vegetables often have more nutrients than fresh, because fresh produce is picked before it's ripe, thus never receiving those last vital nutrients.
~ Keep things past their expiration date, just be sure to inspect them (and sniff) carefully before consuming.
~ If you can't wash your dishes right away, fill them with water and put a drop of dish soap in each one to ward off fruit flies.
~ Quinoa is the most nutritious grain, with more protein and fiber per serving than any other.
~ Every one needs protein, the leaner the better, and probably half the size of what you normally eat.
~ Carbs are important, complex carbs are more important. This means bread with seeds and whole oats in it. Chunks of plants. Seriously.
~Fiber is essential. Chunky bread ^. Fruit, fruit, fruit. Veggies, veggies, veggies.
~ One day of bad eating won't make you fat, maybe constipated. A week of bad eating will add a few pounds. A lifetime of bad eating will destroy you.
~ If you eat well on a regular basis, you won't have to worry so much about that bowl of ice cream.
~ Drink water.
~ Avoid processed and prepackaged food like the plague. Have you read those labels?
~ Black beans are incredibly nutritious and are useful in torturing family members after consumption.

That's all I can think of right now. I will eventually post some pictures/descriptions of my cooking endeavors.

I want to share this stuff because I think it's important. The health of our species is in jeopardy, just look around the next time you're out. We are enormous.

Happy cooking, happy eating, happy bodies!

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Camping



One of the things Joe and I wanted to do this summer was go camping. Well it didn't really work this summer and we had kind of given up on the idea until pretty recently. We decided to go to Hueston Woods, just southwest of Dayton near Indiana, on the last weekend of October. 

Neither of us has a tent so we opted for a "camper cabin." It had one room with two sets of bunks and a small table, and one room with a double bed, mini fridge and small table. Thankfully it was heated because it got really cold.


When doing things like this, it becomes necessary to make fun of ourselves a little bit ^.

We got there Friday, midday, unpacked and set up a little bit, then went exploring in the woods behind the cabin.

This was our first taste of hiking for the weekend and it was promising.

When we got back, Joe started grilling steaks. Try grilling on a propane burner sometime, it's difficult, but the steaks turned out perfectly.

 We tried to start a fire with the wood we bought from the campground store. It didn't start on fire, it just turned into coals, so we had to gather branches from the woods. I cooked perfect marshmallows and Joe melted a boot.


It got really cold that night and we didn't turn the heater on. Mistake.

But in the morning we drank a lot of coffee and headed out for a day of hiking.

Because I'm a little crazy, I decided we'd go hiking on the longest footpath listed. This was along the shore of the lake and was about 6 miles. We drove to the trail head and spent most of the day hiking along the shoreline. It was a great trail, lumpy, narrow, right next to the water, great views.


The leaves were all on the ground but they were still beautiful. We found tons of fallen trees to climb on, trees with our initials already carved in them, the perfect little lunch place on the shore, old glass bottles that will find a place in my apartment, and hills and ravines to climb when the trail got too boring.


We hiked all day. And were sore.

Then we went horseback riding.

Joe had never been horseback riding. Ever. I decided a private ride would be better than a group ride, because who really wants to be out in nature with people they don't know? The private ride was walk, trot, canter.

Joe stayed on! And he tells me he enjoyed it, except for trotting, but no one really likes trotting on trail horses.

The horse I rode was a buckskin :) and he was the owner's cow horse. The owner told me the horse had a lot of go.

The horse had a lot of go.

But he quickly figured out I wasn't going to let him gallop around and ride up the guide horse's butt. See his ears? He's listening. He actually had a really nice jog and lope once I got him to do it. But we did gallop a little.

Joe's horse was slow and lazy. It took shortcuts through the woods to catch up without going faster. I think it was developing Cushings disease actually, because it was really sweaty by the end of the ride and it's coat was a lot longer than the other horses.



After we pried ourselves off the horses and slumped home we made a fire, with wood from the forest, and started grilling.

Chicken, sweet potatoes, peppers and zucchini.

And then marshmallows.

Then sleep. We were sore before the day ended and for the next two days.


Sunday we checked out and headed to the outlet mall in northern Cincinnati. Weird, I know. I had a gift card for the Gap, but it didn't work at the outlet, I was greatly disappointed.

Along the way to Cinci we found an old abandoned mill near some railroad tracks. It was super creepy but we didn't explore it because of the no trespassing sign.


After the outlet mall, we parted ways for home. Closed the lid on a truly awesome weekend.

What's next? Snowshoeing? Skiing? Or maybe a kayak/tent trip some day? I don't know. All I know is that this was the kind of weekend that I'd like to represent my identity. I love adventures, exploring, being active. There's a kind of peace, connection, inspiration in it. Set me in a forest or near a lake or on a horse and you'll have to drag me away. My mind goes somewhere else out there. It finally feels like I'm breathing. What is that?

An entire artistic, philosophic and literary movement occurred because of that feeling.

How good it is to be such a small piece of something so big.