As most of you know, I am trying to be a vegetarian--for the most part. I still indulge on a semi-regular basis in seafood and I certainly eat cheese and ice cream, etc. I try to make sound choices in the seafood I eat, but I do eat it. I haven't had beef or pork or chicken (knowingly) in at least a year. I have, once or twice, out of courtesy or some other reason, tasted someone's prized pork roast or whatever, but I haven't had an actual meal or serving.
The other night at dinner, Joan ordered Mongolian beef. Since we had ordered an appetizer of shrimp dumplings and had two sushi rolls (appetizer/my dinner), she had more food than she could manage. She urged me to try the beef as it was very good and "it's here anyway." (It's amazing how so many people use that "it's already made" reasoning for eating meat.) So I tried a piece.
I can tell you this: I could tell it was very good quality beef. This was no cheap cut of tough and chewy beef part hidden in gooey sauce. The sauce was surprisingly light yet flavorful but the beef was definitely good sliced steak. I could tell that. But, I'll also say that there was absolutely nothing about it that made me slap my forehead and say, "Oh my god. What was I thinking? Someone bring me a side of beef!" There was nothing about it that made me want more. As I have said, I don't really miss eating meat at all. That will surprise some people. I used to dream of being a meatarian. I used to ask my mother if I could be one. I used to live for all you can eat rib nights. A good rare, bloody steak was nirvana. I was a huge meat and bbq eater. But I don't miss it a bit and don't even want it.
There are places where it is difficult to order something that doesn't have meat in it. One place, El Paso BBQ, where Joan likes the steaks, even puts bacon on all of its salads! Unless you feel like making a dinner of sides (which I have done before), you pretty much have to go for the fish, which is what I do. And I do love me sushi. There's a lot of really excellent vegetarian sushi (go to Sushi-matsu and order the vegetarian sushi lunch special--it's amazing), but I admit to liking my sashimi and whatnot a little more than I should. Anyway, as far as beef and pork, chicken, etc., I'm pretty much done with it and can honestly say I don't miss it.
With the meat-for-food industry being the biggest contributor to greenhouse (i.e., global warming) gasses--far ahead of automobiles, it would be a good thing if all of us stopped eating meat. Or, at the very least, so much of it. One serving a week would make a big difference. We don't need all of that meat in our diet. And for godsakes, quit eating fast food. That stuff is crap.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Shirt = Gas
I just saw a Car Max commercial with a guy going up to the window to pay for the gas he just put in his car. The cashier told him that would be the shirt off his back. He was shocked but dutifully handed over the shirt. The point of the commercial is that gas prices are really high and filling up will cost you "the shirt off your back."
I wish!
Tell you what, I can't think of a shirt I own, with the exception of some cycling jerseys that as much as a tank of gas. You want one of my shirts in exchange for a tank of gas? Let me know what station that is because I'm good to go! I'll even start carrying spares in the car. I have lots of shirts.
I wish!
Tell you what, I can't think of a shirt I own, with the exception of some cycling jerseys that as much as a tank of gas. You want one of my shirts in exchange for a tank of gas? Let me know what station that is because I'm good to go! I'll even start carrying spares in the car. I have lots of shirts.
Gas Mileage
OK. I have a very functional vehicle that I like for a lot of reasons. However, from the moment I drove it off the lot, I have been racked with guilt for choosing practicality over fuel economy. I drive a Honda Element. It's a low emission vehicle, but it only averages 22+ MPG. It's a rolling box, after all. There's no aerodynamics at work here. At all.
I know people who will idle while waiting for people to run into the store or whatever. They will idle in parking lots, driveways, whatever. I try not to do that. I try to roll down the windows and wait it out. Well, in Arizona in the summer it's difficult to do that when you have a small child in the car with you. You can't legally roast a baby for your own ecological positions. It's frowned upon anyway.
Twice since my last fill up I have been in situations where I was left idling with my grandson in the back waiting for someone to meet us. I couldn't turn off the air. (That's another thing--when there's a baby in the back seat you pretty much have to run the air, too!) As a result, after my most recent fill up I put my numbers into the gas mileage spreadsheet I keep and found that because of these idling sessions and incessant air conditioning I only averaged a hair over 19 MPG. That's crazy! I've never had mileage that low.
Thinking it over, there are always alternatives. I could have waited inside a building, or whatever. I could walked around outside with the baby. Whatever. I wasn't locked in the car. There are always choices. Next time my choice will be a bit more informed.
I know people who will idle while waiting for people to run into the store or whatever. They will idle in parking lots, driveways, whatever. I try not to do that. I try to roll down the windows and wait it out. Well, in Arizona in the summer it's difficult to do that when you have a small child in the car with you. You can't legally roast a baby for your own ecological positions. It's frowned upon anyway.
Twice since my last fill up I have been in situations where I was left idling with my grandson in the back waiting for someone to meet us. I couldn't turn off the air. (That's another thing--when there's a baby in the back seat you pretty much have to run the air, too!) As a result, after my most recent fill up I put my numbers into the gas mileage spreadsheet I keep and found that because of these idling sessions and incessant air conditioning I only averaged a hair over 19 MPG. That's crazy! I've never had mileage that low.
Thinking it over, there are always alternatives. I could have waited inside a building, or whatever. I could walked around outside with the baby. Whatever. I wasn't locked in the car. There are always choices. Next time my choice will be a bit more informed.
Monday, August 11, 2008
A Poem I Hesitate To Post....
This is a poem I probably shouldn't print. It's presumptuous on too many levels. I've never had a miscarriage and I can't possibly know the pain and frustration of having a miscarriage. I understand this. Yet, as a writer, I can't help but try to put myself in the positions of others, even when those positions are painful. Let me just say this, if I offend anyone by putting this here, I'm sorry. I really am. I don't intend to cause you pain.
Miscarriage
Don't call me barren. I am not barren.
I have taken seed and held it.
I have brought forth life.
I have done everything right.
So why don't I have a baby?
Why am I not a mother, as I long to be?
Every day my womb aches with emptiness.
I wrap my arms around my own belly,
Too flat, hollow, wasted.
I've nearly run out of tears.
My head spins with the endless cycle
Of anger, depression. Anger. Depression.
Whoever came up with this name?
As though I made a mistake.
As if I dropped something after a misstep.
As if I failed to carry my baby correctly.
The implication is there, that this is my fault.
That I can learn to do it properly.
That I can avoid the next "spontaneous abortion."
As though a brief moment of doubt caused this.
One whimsical moment of impulse.
Spontaneous abortion.
Stop fucking calling it that!
Do you hear me? Stop. Fucking. Calling. It. That.
None of these things is right.
I have had no "spontaneous abortions."
I have not failed to carry my baby correctly.
Above all, I am not barren.
I have almost been a mother.
And no matter what, I will be a mother.
August 2008
Miscarriage
Don't call me barren. I am not barren.
I have taken seed and held it.
I have brought forth life.
I have done everything right.
So why don't I have a baby?
Why am I not a mother, as I long to be?
Every day my womb aches with emptiness.
I wrap my arms around my own belly,
Too flat, hollow, wasted.
I've nearly run out of tears.
My head spins with the endless cycle
Of anger, depression. Anger. Depression.
Whoever came up with this name?
As though I made a mistake.
As if I dropped something after a misstep.
As if I failed to carry my baby correctly.
The implication is there, that this is my fault.
That I can learn to do it properly.
That I can avoid the next "spontaneous abortion."
As though a brief moment of doubt caused this.
One whimsical moment of impulse.
Spontaneous abortion.
Stop fucking calling it that!
Do you hear me? Stop. Fucking. Calling. It. That.
None of these things is right.
I have had no "spontaneous abortions."
I have not failed to carry my baby correctly.
Above all, I am not barren.
I have almost been a mother.
And no matter what, I will be a mother.
August 2008
Birthday
Birthday
You think this gift is important. Expensive. Quality.
The rich caramel hide and stitching,
Soft, yet stiff, perfect, yet incomplete.
What is missing is the love.
Like this glove I need to be filled--
Oiled and rubbed, nurtured to a perfect fit and form.
What does it matter if you give me a symbol?
A glove without a ball, or a hand to throw it?
This gift is empty whether my hand fills it or not.
I don't need a glove. I don't even need a ball.
What I need is you in front of me--
Waiting. Watching. Hoping.
Wanting to throw me a ball should one come rolling by.
You think this gift is important. Expensive. Quality.
The rich caramel hide and stitching,
Soft, yet stiff, perfect, yet incomplete.
What is missing is the love.
Like this glove I need to be filled--
Oiled and rubbed, nurtured to a perfect fit and form.
What does it matter if you give me a symbol?
A glove without a ball, or a hand to throw it?
This gift is empty whether my hand fills it or not.
I don't need a glove. I don't even need a ball.
What I need is you in front of me--
Waiting. Watching. Hoping.
Wanting to throw me a ball should one come rolling by.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
A Map For Saturday
I just watched a documentary called A Map For Saturday and really enjoyed it. Made by an ex-HBO producer named Brook Silva-Braga after he backpacked around the world, it's surprisingly well done for something that was filmed with a hand held camera while living out of a backpack for a year.
Silva-Braga covers his journey by not only looking at the places he traveled but also the experiences and thoughts and impressions of the people he meets along the way. He looks at the hardships of such travel, living out of a single bag, sleeping in hostels, the emotional highs and lows, the challenges, and even has room for a little socio-political commentary along the way (but never in a heavy handed way).
Apart from the actual documentary, the extras on the DVD seem almost essential to the full experience of the film. In the extras he does post interviews with the main people covered in the film, including "girlfriends" and "best friends" he had along the way. It is interesting to hear their different, yet quite similar reactions to not only the film but also life after the road.
Such a trip is obviously not for everyone. There are some pretty big hurdles to get over before you could contemplate such a thing, not to mention the mental and physical aspects of it. For one, and probably the biggest obstacle--other than putting your life on hold for a year, would be the financial aspect. Not only would you need to quit your job, or somehow suspend it, but you would have to figure out how to pay your bills, etc. For most of us, it's a near impossibility.
The ideal situation would be to have no financial commitments. That is, no outstanding bills, no monthly payments, no mortgage, rent, phone bill, any of that. No pets, children who can't travel with you, any of that. Any relationships you do have would have to be the kind you could also put on hold--parents and siblings, basically. I would think it would be quite difficult to even entertain maintaining a romantic relationship while you "backpack around the world." Not too many people are going to put up with that kind of poppycock. Of course, you could do the trip together. As someone in the movie points out, such a trip would certainly be the ultimate test--if you could survive the trip and come out the other side still together you'd probably be together forever. On top of all of that you would still have to have some kind of "nest egg" that you could liquidate to take your trip. Silva-Braga spend about $20,000 on his trip. I'm not certain if that included his round the world ticket--generally between $5K-$6K.
I don't think I know anyone who fits this profile. At all. Maybe I've had students along the way who could pull it off. Trust funders, perhaps. Who knows. I can think of one person, maybe. If anyone could pull it off, he could--my old boss's son. He has the right profile, but I don't know about the funding. Maybe if his dad was feeling generous? Who knows. I can think of maybe two others who might benefit from such a trip, but the funding would be a hitch, methinks.
Either way, it's an entertaining and sometimes eye opening little film and I highly recommend it. You can't get it at Blockbuster or Netflix or anything like that. It's only available through the website, but it's only $15--that's one ticket to a movie and a medium popcorn, if you're lucky, so it's cheap in comparison. Give it a whirl. You'll like it.
Silva-Braga covers his journey by not only looking at the places he traveled but also the experiences and thoughts and impressions of the people he meets along the way. He looks at the hardships of such travel, living out of a single bag, sleeping in hostels, the emotional highs and lows, the challenges, and even has room for a little socio-political commentary along the way (but never in a heavy handed way).
Apart from the actual documentary, the extras on the DVD seem almost essential to the full experience of the film. In the extras he does post interviews with the main people covered in the film, including "girlfriends" and "best friends" he had along the way. It is interesting to hear their different, yet quite similar reactions to not only the film but also life after the road.
Such a trip is obviously not for everyone. There are some pretty big hurdles to get over before you could contemplate such a thing, not to mention the mental and physical aspects of it. For one, and probably the biggest obstacle--other than putting your life on hold for a year, would be the financial aspect. Not only would you need to quit your job, or somehow suspend it, but you would have to figure out how to pay your bills, etc. For most of us, it's a near impossibility.
The ideal situation would be to have no financial commitments. That is, no outstanding bills, no monthly payments, no mortgage, rent, phone bill, any of that. No pets, children who can't travel with you, any of that. Any relationships you do have would have to be the kind you could also put on hold--parents and siblings, basically. I would think it would be quite difficult to even entertain maintaining a romantic relationship while you "backpack around the world." Not too many people are going to put up with that kind of poppycock. Of course, you could do the trip together. As someone in the movie points out, such a trip would certainly be the ultimate test--if you could survive the trip and come out the other side still together you'd probably be together forever. On top of all of that you would still have to have some kind of "nest egg" that you could liquidate to take your trip. Silva-Braga spend about $20,000 on his trip. I'm not certain if that included his round the world ticket--generally between $5K-$6K.
I don't think I know anyone who fits this profile. At all. Maybe I've had students along the way who could pull it off. Trust funders, perhaps. Who knows. I can think of one person, maybe. If anyone could pull it off, he could--my old boss's son. He has the right profile, but I don't know about the funding. Maybe if his dad was feeling generous? Who knows. I can think of maybe two others who might benefit from such a trip, but the funding would be a hitch, methinks.
Either way, it's an entertaining and sometimes eye opening little film and I highly recommend it. You can't get it at Blockbuster or Netflix or anything like that. It's only available through the website, but it's only $15--that's one ticket to a movie and a medium popcorn, if you're lucky, so it's cheap in comparison. Give it a whirl. You'll like it.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
OV Farmers Market
I like to go to the OV Farmers Market on Saturdays. I don't make it every week, probably not even most weeks, but I like to go. There are a lot of good things to be had at the market. My favorites are fresh roasted garlic and poblano peppers; the vegan "pot" pies, which are more like pasties, if you ask me; lots of fresh produce; the jelly stand; an herb plant guy; and a line of pastas that is made up in the Phoenix area.
One of the vendors, Bruce, used to work with me a long time ago at AlphaGraphics. He's now running a small family farm in Catalina and brings some of his produce to market each week. It is all grown without pesticides and all of that crap. It's good quality, healthful food. Right now he's bringing squashes and peppers, sweet onions, tomatoes, apples, nectarines, all that sort of thing. In the spring and fall, when the weather is a little cooler, he brings lots of fresh greens that he sells "mix and match" for $4 for a very generous bag full.
It's easy to spend a lot of money at the market. If I had more disposable cash I could get in trouble there. There's a local tea supplier, honey, coffee, you name it. Sometimes there's a guy there who sells excellent goat cheese products made not too far from here. It's decadent stuff, but none of it's cheap! Still, I highly recommend going to your local farmers market and checking out what they have available. It's generally local stuff and that's a good thing. It keeps the carbon footprint of your food a bit lower.
Which would you rather eat? A bag of lettuce with an arbitrary freshness date on it that was grown thousands of miles away and shipped by truck, train, whatever, in refridgerated cars, sprayed with who knows what along the way, or freshly picked greens raised ten miles from your house by someone you know, or can get to know? It's a no-brainer, really.
This is Bruce. I used to work with him. Now he's a farmer in Catalina! He has great produce, but to be honest, I have a hard time getting up early enough to get to the farmers market to get the best selection. It's not unusual for me to show up and he'll have a bunch of empty or nearly empty bins on the table! I did good today though--purple bell peppers, white button squash, tomatoes, Armenian cucumber, and some zucchini! Yummy stuff.
Here's the herb guy. I have purchased several mint plants and the like from him. Today I bought a purple shiso herb plant. Shiso is used in sushi, though they usually use the green variety. It's sort of like a basil but the taste is very different. I'll toss a few leaves in salads for color and flavor boosting.
The lady in the middle is very nice. She sells some medicinal herbs but her main product is a homemade "pot pie." She sells a free-range chicken variety and a vegan variety. We have to buy both so Joan can have chicken and I can have the delicious vegan. It's hard to tell them apart so we always end up cutting them open to figure out whose is whose! They have vegetables and seasonings and are very good. One of the best things is the raisens she puts in them. It adds a unique level of sweetness. Couple that with an excellent spelt crust and these things are addictive! That's Bruce on the left and the herb guy on the right.
Ah, the pasta guy. He always has a lot of produce with him, as well. I've purchased eggplant, tomatoes, squash, some excellent green beans, and other things from him. However, I consider him the pasta guy because he sells this fantastic pasta that is made up in Phoenix. It comes in a large number of flavors. The habanero is excellent! Eggplant, wild mushroom, basil tomatoe, spinach, you name it. And it's really good quality, delicious pasta. I love it. But it's pricey. It's $6 for a package. It's a generous package, and it's gourmet, but $6, I admit, is a bit much for pasta. And he's never lacking for suggestions on preparing what he sells either. However, most of his suggestions involve things like five pounds of butter and heavy cream, so I don't usually follow his recipes!
One of the vendors, Bruce, used to work with me a long time ago at AlphaGraphics. He's now running a small family farm in Catalina and brings some of his produce to market each week. It is all grown without pesticides and all of that crap. It's good quality, healthful food. Right now he's bringing squashes and peppers, sweet onions, tomatoes, apples, nectarines, all that sort of thing. In the spring and fall, when the weather is a little cooler, he brings lots of fresh greens that he sells "mix and match" for $4 for a very generous bag full.
It's easy to spend a lot of money at the market. If I had more disposable cash I could get in trouble there. There's a local tea supplier, honey, coffee, you name it. Sometimes there's a guy there who sells excellent goat cheese products made not too far from here. It's decadent stuff, but none of it's cheap! Still, I highly recommend going to your local farmers market and checking out what they have available. It's generally local stuff and that's a good thing. It keeps the carbon footprint of your food a bit lower.
Which would you rather eat? A bag of lettuce with an arbitrary freshness date on it that was grown thousands of miles away and shipped by truck, train, whatever, in refridgerated cars, sprayed with who knows what along the way, or freshly picked greens raised ten miles from your house by someone you know, or can get to know? It's a no-brainer, really.
This is Bruce. I used to work with him. Now he's a farmer in Catalina! He has great produce, but to be honest, I have a hard time getting up early enough to get to the farmers market to get the best selection. It's not unusual for me to show up and he'll have a bunch of empty or nearly empty bins on the table! I did good today though--purple bell peppers, white button squash, tomatoes, Armenian cucumber, and some zucchini! Yummy stuff.
Here's the herb guy. I have purchased several mint plants and the like from him. Today I bought a purple shiso herb plant. Shiso is used in sushi, though they usually use the green variety. It's sort of like a basil but the taste is very different. I'll toss a few leaves in salads for color and flavor boosting.
The lady in the middle is very nice. She sells some medicinal herbs but her main product is a homemade "pot pie." She sells a free-range chicken variety and a vegan variety. We have to buy both so Joan can have chicken and I can have the delicious vegan. It's hard to tell them apart so we always end up cutting them open to figure out whose is whose! They have vegetables and seasonings and are very good. One of the best things is the raisens she puts in them. It adds a unique level of sweetness. Couple that with an excellent spelt crust and these things are addictive! That's Bruce on the left and the herb guy on the right.
Ah, the pasta guy. He always has a lot of produce with him, as well. I've purchased eggplant, tomatoes, squash, some excellent green beans, and other things from him. However, I consider him the pasta guy because he sells this fantastic pasta that is made up in Phoenix. It comes in a large number of flavors. The habanero is excellent! Eggplant, wild mushroom, basil tomatoe, spinach, you name it. And it's really good quality, delicious pasta. I love it. But it's pricey. It's $6 for a package. It's a generous package, and it's gourmet, but $6, I admit, is a bit much for pasta. And he's never lacking for suggestions on preparing what he sells either. However, most of his suggestions involve things like five pounds of butter and heavy cream, so I don't usually follow his recipes!
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