Archive for 2007

Pleased as punch

Wednesday, December 26th, 2007

The rabid (read: foaming at the mouth) soapmaking continues, and I have more soap than I know what to do with. I was thinking about selling the stuff, but have ultimately decided not to. Frankly, I can barely keep up with my accounting as it is; forget something where I have to track inventory and sales tax, too.

So what to do with all the soap?

Trade, that’s what.

I posted an ad on Craig’s List and got a bottle of homemade Kahlua.

Also, during the Georgetown Art Walk, I saw some lovely felted soaps made by Spiderfelt, and promptly contacted her to see if she wanted to do a trade: soap for felting for felted stuff. She needs more consistency than I can provide, but wanted to do a straight trade. Done. I loaded her up with soap today, and got this in return:

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Funnily enough, I had fallen in love with it on her site, and she still had one. I’m so pleased.

Also, Becky, I haven’t forgotten to send you soap. I just haven’t gotten to the post office yet.

Thursday Evening Conversation Snippet

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

Me (modeling a great new pair of sunglasses and flipping my hair around): Do I look like an Italian movie star?

Steve: More like an insect.

AHHH

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

My Poppery II died. So what do I roast coffee in now? Do I get another air popper? Do I splurge for a coffee roaster?

It’s beginning to look a lot like a kitchen …

Tuesday, December 11th, 2007

Sing along everyone!

But let me caveat this with the statement that I admire people who have minimalist tendencies. We’d like to. But the simple fact is that we have SO much crap. Anyway, this is what the kitchen looks like as of right now. Mess and all:

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We still have to replace the windows over the sink (Steve didn’t like what he put in), put in countertops (Steve now wants marble, not slate), tile the backsplash all the way around, and put in a vent over the stove.

But the amazing thing is that we not only have kitchen cabinets, but also that we have a stove.

I have to tell you a little bit about the stove because it’s kind of funny. Steve was filling in some patches of tile and sent me down to talk to his contact at Albert Lee. Before I left, I asked what our budget was. He named a figure–and I was shocked at how much he was willing to spend on a stove.

“But you can get something decent for $500 to $700!” I said, with not just a tinge of sanctimonious frugality.

“I’d rather spend more for something we like. And all the stainless steel models with nice clean lines cost more.”

I rolled my eyes, grabbed my keys and wallet, and went to Albert Lee. Where I promptly, and quite irrationally, fell in love.

It was the center griddle that did it to me. How could I live without a five-burner stove? That comes with a griddle? FIVE BURNERS! The excessiveness of love felled me; I was helpless in its clutches.

I bought it on the spot.

And when I brought home the catalog to show Steve, he asked how much it was.

“Never mind,” I said.

“How much?”

“Ummm ….”

Even with the great deal that his contact gave us, it was quite a bit more than the figure he had named. Steve’s been chuckling ever since.

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This is ridiculous

Monday, December 10th, 2007

A client asked me to use Microsoft Groove for a project. I have it in Office, so went to launch it and open the workspace file … and it turns out that Groove doesn’t work with 64-bit.

Just to reiterate: Microsoft is promoting 64-bit. Microsoft created Groove as part of the Office system. Groove and 64-bit don’t work together.

!!!

Tease

Tuesday, December 4th, 2007

Are you sitting down?

The kitchen is actually being worked on.

Yes, that’s right. We now have cabinet doors and uppers above the stove. The gas guy’s coming to plumb the gas line Thursday morning, and the new stove’s being delivered Thursday afternoon. Pix to come …

Nothing between you and google but a couple of brain cells.

Friday, November 16th, 2007

Okay, this is pretty funny. Remember that little time waster [your name] needs?

Apparently, the [your name] part is confusing. I’ve gotten 140 hits in the past three days for people searching for “your name needs.”

On kitchen appliances, and who writes this crap anyway?

Thursday, November 15th, 2007

I just crockpotted a whole chicken–just took the skin off and threw it in there with a can of tomatoes, an onion, some garlic, and some marjoram. Pretty cool. Except for the fact that the stupid knob on the lid fell off, and it turns out that when you factor in shipping for a replacement part, it would actually be less expensive to haul myself down to Fred Meyer and buy a new one. Which is one of those things that just makes you grumpy because it shouldn’t be cheaper to be more wasteful, but I guess that’s the way it goes.

Anyway, in my webbish peregrinations searching for a new lid (or better yet, just the KNOB) I came across this lovely gem of complete and utter crap.

I mean, who writes this stuff anyway?

A company called Sneakin Design, that’s who. And guess what? They’re recruiting! Yes, that’s right, they’re looking for writers (”The only requirements are that you can read and write in American English… That’s it!”), and you too can join the ranks of people making 50 Phillipino pesos per article.

Obviously, someone’s making money on these advertising-driven pages, but it’s certainly not these poor (in every sense of the word) writers.

Anyway, I was curious about whether there would be any more gems in the registered users area, so I registered. I now have the opportunity to submit two sample articles to see if they like my work. Better yet, I don’t have to scout around for topics either, because they’ve given me some to choose from:

Gonorrhea
Gall-Bladder
Gardening
Oil-Painting
Credit-Cards

Woohoo!

On Upcoming Holidays and Not Having an Oven

Thursday, November 15th, 2007

We’re going to Rockford for Christmas, but my mother said that if she doesn’t have anything going on–i.e., friends descending on her–she’ll hop a plane and then come up here. But then she asked (with more than just a note of suspicion in her voice) whether we have an oven yet.

And of course, the answer is no.

The good news is that the Kamado is pretty amazing. I’ve even been baking bread in it, believe it or not. But the bad news is that we’ve been ovenless since February.

Yes, February. That’s when Steve and Dave killed something in the oven when they dragged it outside.

Steve has a contact over at one of the appliance stores in town who might get him a special deal. He came home the other day saying that we were getting one of those flat topped electric jobbers. I really don’t want one; I’ve read nothing but bad things about them. What I really want is gas–not that I’m a good enough cook to really be able to tell the difference, but it seems to me that if we’re going to spend the money, we might as well get something we really like.

The problem is that getting gas requires plumbing the gas line from the furnace. I begged and pleaded, and finally Steve said, “Fine. You deal with getting it installed.”

Fair enough. I have three people coming week after next to give us an estimate. So we could conceivably have a new stove within a few short weeks.

Now I just have to return the IKEA kitchen cabinet doors we broke down and bought–and then decided we didn’t like.

One final note before I get back to work: You know you’re getting old and matronly when your boyfriend gives you a KitchenAid mixer for your birthday–and you’re thrilled about it.

It’s my birthday

Monday, November 5th, 2007

Well, not yet. But soon. Steve’s depressed. “You gave me such a great birthday,” he says. “But I have no clue what to get you.”

“Want suggestions?”

“No, because then it’s not a surprise for you. I mean, I wasn’t expecting any of the stuff you got me, you just went and got stuff you knew I’d like.”

(Ahem, this is me putting in a plug for myself for awesome girlfriendedness. Never mind the fact that even though he SAID he wanted an alarm clock with a CD player, he now wants me to return it and get a plain one. But he liked the rest.)

“Okay,” I said.

Silence.

“Well, okay, tell me what you want.”

“There’s always the still,” I said hopefully. Actually, I’ve decided that I want a copper alembic still, so I can make hydrosols, rather than the glass one.

“Are you kidding? You’ll set the house on fire.”

Bummer. Though he’s probably right.

“There are some prints I’m coveting.”

“Naah.”

I told him that I’m thinking about replacing my desk, which is sawhorses and building planks for something that looks nicer and is a bit smaller. All of a sudden he got quiet. This morning, he left really early and came back an hour ago. “You’re going to have the best birthday ever,” he said before he took off again.

Dare I hope?

I stink.

Monday, November 5th, 2007

It’s been a long, long time. I’m chock full of excuses for not updating the blog, but basically it comes down to one thing: Sheer laziness. Here’s a brief recap:

1) Amazingly, the ranch didn’t burn. The fire was only about two miles away, but everyone stayed and were fine. I was pretty useless for a full week, doing nothing more than hit refresh on the various google map mashups people created. What is really stunning is how different this catastrophe was than Katrina.

2) Obie the foster pug has been adopted. Steve is relieved; he hated him. As for me, I grew rather fond of him, but it’s nice to have a single mellow dog again,

3) No progress on the kitchen, but Steve did finish rebuilding the deck this summer, started and finished carriage doors for the garage, and busted out more concrete in the backyard. He also ordered new windows (2 large , rather than 4 narrow ones), which are sitting on the deck.

4) All of a sudden, I’ve gotten really, really busy workwise. This is going to be one of those weeks. Actually, this is probably why I’m probably updating the blog, after these many moons. It’s funny, but when I’m not busy, I get nothing done–and when I am, I get oodles and oodles accomplished. Not very logical, but there you go.

5) I’m feeling all sustainable living and stuff. Those pumpkins I grew? Peeled, pureed, and frozen. Okay, okay, I never quite got around to making the pickled green tomatoes, or making as much jam as I did last year, but there’s something so satisfying about putting up the veggies you’ve grown for the winter. Granted, most of it will probably end up as dog food–and granted, if I HAD to do it, we’d starve. And, of course, it wouldn’t be fun anymore. However, I’m kind of on a buying locally kick, making a concerted effort to buy only food that’s grown around here. Alas, my efforts are completely negated by:

6) On the Japanese print front, I finally took the plunge and bought some from artelino. The shipping costs are outrageously high, so you can choose to hold your prints over a period of time and then have them shipped all at the same time. So I don’t have them in my hot little hands yet. Funny thing though–I keep seeing prints recycle their way across the Internet. Something that was on ebay with no title reappears on ebay with artist and title and then wends its way over to artelino or a gallery.

7) But speaking of the buying locally thing–I’m trying to buy more stuff locally too, so no more book chains, local supermarkets, and so on. But here’s my question: Amazon and Starbucks are headquartered in Seattle, so does that constitute buying locally??

More Fire

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

Mom has NOT left the ranch.

Julian has been evacuated, but she’s staying at Rhonda’s, which I guess has been slimed, etc.

Millie is leaving.

San Diego Fires

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

Jesus, this is beyond terrible. The fires just keep getting bigger and converging and spreading every time you click refresh on the google maps. My mother and Millie are fine–keeping cell phone use to a minimum. At last check in, they were all packed and ready to go, horses were trailered etc. Probably to Borrego.

A simple equation

Monday, October 8th, 2007

(harry)(foster pug)*(steve)(nightshift)=crazy pug lady

To explicate: I am fostering a pug for Seattle Pug Rescue. He’s a little, erm, bundle of energy named Obie. He and Harry get along just fine, though sometimes Harry has to put the smackdown on the rambunctious puppyness. Which secretly thrills me because most of the time, Harry just lets Obie hump him.

Also, Steve is now working the night shift. He goes to work at about 3, and comes home about 2 in the morning. He’s actually on a schedule that’s more like mine, which is weird because he’s always gone to bed at something obscenely early like 8 in the evening. But I find that I’m lonely rattling around the house at night.

Which leads me to the whole point of this post: I have become a crazy pug lady. Steve pointed out the other day that I actually CONVERSE with the dogs.

Scary.

Nice Words - by Steve Smith

Thursday, September 20th, 2007

A few years ago, Steve’s mother Pam pulled out this book that Steve wrote when he was in the second grade. It cracked me up, and she gave it to us. I’ve been meaning to post it to the blog for eons. I was looking for stamps the other day and found it. It’s really very sweet, though still very funny. (”I like your baby anyone”??) Also, it’s clear that Steve used up his lifetime store of compliments very early on. Apparently, he had a crush on his teacher. And finally, he won an award for it. So with no further ado …

On Domestic Tech Support

Friday, September 14th, 2007

Mr. Nom de Plume started his new job this week. Much to his dismay–and much to my amusement–they gave him a BlackBerry. This evening, he came home with his new laptop too. “I need to hook my Outlook into my BlackBerry,” he explained.

“You need to sync it?”

“Yeah, I’ve tried everything, but it doesn’t work. So I figured you could help me.”

“Do you have a cable?”

Silence.

“Oh. Maybe that’s the problem.”

“Does it have bluetooth?”

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, it does. But I have blue teeth too so I don’t really know what that means.”

Actually, to be honest, I can’t figure this thing out either because I don’t know if it syns locally or through the server. So I told him the same thing any self-respecting tech support person would. “Take it back to IT.”

Hey Mr. 71.87.179.214

Thursday, September 13th, 2007

Well, I assume you’re a Mr. because I assume that most people who search for porn online are men. But I could be wrong. In which case, please accept my sincerest apologies for making assumptions about your gender. And I’m assuming that it’s not your gender that’s in question here. I mean, it’s not like you were googling “transsexual porn” or “shemale” or “girls with penises” or any of those other things that I’m seriously going to regret putting into a blog post because the search engines are going to go crazy now.

No, what apparently interests you is “vitiligo porn.”

Vitiligo Treatments, Vitamin Regimens, and Other Observations

Wednesday, September 12th, 2007

This is, of course, yet another post about vitiligo. I’ve been getting lots and lots of hits on the blog, so thought I’d share the latest updates. Warning: this is a very long post.

So the progress:
1) My face has completely repigmented. There are a couple little section that are still paler, but it looks like normal, uneneven skin tone rather than anything else. I’m still using Protopic on my face, though I’m down to once a day, rather than twice.

2) My wrists and inner forearms seem to be getting better, though this could be because I’m losing my tan. I noticed a few weeks ago that the fleshy pad at the base of the hand (what is that thing called, anyway) is losing its color right at that section where you go from the palm color to your regular color. Sorry, that was very awkwardly stated, but I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s worse on my left hand than on my right, but the right is starting to go a little too.

3) I’m getting a little bit more on my fingers, right around the nail. On my hands, this started around my thumbs, and now is on my fore and middle fingers as well. It’s not major; you can barely see it, so it doesn’t really bother me that much. I have a couple of small spots on the back of my hands too–and every time I see another one, I freak–but at this stage, they’re the size of a pin head. I have the same thing around some toes. It’s not super noticeable unless you look. I haven’t been using Protopic either on my fingers or toes.

4) My shins aren’t getting any better. I think they’re getting worse. Not quickly, but they are.

5) My underarms, well, I think there’s something going on there. It’s always been worse on my left side; my right side was trying to play catch up for a while, but it’s almost completely gone on the right. On the left, the spots are still there, but it seems to me that they’re not quite as white.

6) Ahem, there. Now this is really interesting, because while the spots are definitely there, they are smaller. A couple of months ago, it seemed to be spreading like wildfire, with large swaths obviously in the process of depigmenting. Now, there are two or three spots. They are smaller than they were before, and the depigmenting spots have stopped depigmenting. So what’s the interesting part, you ask? Simply this: I have not done a darn thing for those spots: No Protopic ever.

7) There are also a couple of other areas that I haven’t been Protopic-ing: One small round area on my shoulder; a dime-sized area smack in the middle of my chest, another dime-sized bit high up on my ribs; and a little section at the base of the spine. Interestingly, the rib one is getting progressively smaller. Actually, I just looked, and it’s now the size of a pencil eraser.

Ultimately, I think Protopic is really working–it started working on my face almost immediately once I started getting some sun. But obviously there’s some other stuff going on too. I think the supplements are helping–a lot. And I wonder about some other stuff, which are all listed below. I know that my posting some of these things will probably make you doubt my credibility. Not that I should be relied on as being credible in any case, because I’m just one person and so this is all anecdotal. But for a lot of this, I figure, what’s the harm in trying it. So here they are, in no order of importance:

1) I’ve abandoned commercial deodorant in favor of either this or of my own mixture of cornstarch, baking soda, and arrowroot powder (with some rose absolute thrown in to make it smell good). Both work surprisingly well.

2) I’ve replaced lotion with a straight coconut oil and CoEnzyme q10 mix. If you google coconut oil, you’ll get all sorts of stuff about how great it is for you. I take a lot of this with a grain of salt, but I will say that my skin looks better than it has for years. The q10 is for the oxidative stress theory, and I think that’s working too.

3) Regular kefir drinking. Kefir is supposed to be incredibly wonderful for you; among other things it is claimed to be an immunomodulator. Who knows if all this is true, but it’s like drinking yogurt, and can’t hurt.

4) I’m really trying to eliminate processed foods as much as possible. We’ve never been big fast food eaters, but we often rely on Trader Joe’s frozen stuff. I’m trying to cook more, using whole ingredients, limiting white flour, etc. I’m also going the organic, no hormone food route.

5) I’m also cooking with coconut oil these days instead of olive. This is kind of an experiment here. As I said before, it you google coconut oil, you’ll get all these pages about why it’s good for you, how people never had heart disease when they used it, and blah blah blah. There are even people who take coconut oil by the tablespoon plain, which is, in my book anyway, just another reason to take it all with a grain of salt. However, there were a few things I found really interesting. First, unsaturated oils oxidize at high cooking temperatures, creating free radicals, which then contribute to oxidative stress. Second, coconut oil is high in Omega 6 fatty acids, which my naturopath has me on fish oil for anyway. And third, coconut oil appears to have antimicrobial effects, and is claimed to have antiviral effects too (though I was unable to find objective research–i.e., not on a coconut oil site–to back it up). Including cytomegalovirus. Stay with me here. A while ago, I found (and promtly forgot to bookmark) a very obscure research paper that said that all subjects were treated for cytomegalovirus and had their vitiligo disappear. There MAY be a causative link between cytomegalovirus (search cytomegalovirus and vitiligo at pubmed.com). So I figure it can’t hurt.

6) I’ve discovered how much I like juice fasting. But I really wish that there were some true studies about whether it’s a healthy thing to do. If you search juice fasting online, you get all sorts of weirdos, fanatics, pseudo doctors, and people who just plain want to believe that it does something and thus get a placebo effect. If you believe all you read, juice fasting will cure everything and solve that nagging question of world peace to boot. I don’t know. But at the risk of devolving into the worst of alternative quackery, I have to add this. I like the way juice fasting makes me feel.

It hasn’t done a darn thing for the vitiligo as far as I can tell, and I don’t know whether the “detoxifying” stuff is valid, whether the “retracing” thing is for real, or the “healing crisis” bit is true or any of the rest of it. However, I can tell you how I feel about it and you can make up your own mind. I do feel “detoxified” after I’ve done it. Of course, one goes for days without eating solid food, so that can be part of it. The first time I did it (6 days), I felt like crap for three days, slept 15 hours a day, and emerged feeling really great. The second time (3 days) and third time (5 days), I slept normally and felt fine. In all cases, I ended the fast when I got to the point where I felt like I needed to eat real food again, and felt energized at the end. This is, I know, purely subjective and can be contributed to eating again as well as to a host of other things. But I confess: I like it.

This last fast, I was very, very itchy, got a whole bunch of rashes, hivey looking things, and pimples that all appeared and disappeared within the space of less than six hours. I can’t explain this because the rashy stuff wasn’t going on before. I should, however, add that ever since I started using Protopic, I’ve been itchy all over–and not just in the places that I apply the medication. Of course, being me, I worry that I have chronic urticaria now, psoriasis, AND eczema concurrently, and also that by this time next year, I will be completely vitiligoed (apparently, vitiligo can make some people itch). But I think it’s the Protopic because I didn’t use it at all for the week we were in Oregon and I stopped itching altogether. (If there is anyone else who has experienced this, I would love to hear from you.)

The Ballad of Lee Cotton - Christopher Wilson

Tuesday, September 11th, 2007

I was feeling rather vindicated when I googled “underrated novels” and ended up on this article that cited both Helen DeWitt’s The Last Samurai and Calvin Baker’s Dominion right off the bat. And while I ended up getting a whole bunch of other books that I haven’t read off that list, I have one to add: Christopher Wilson’s The Ballad of Lee Cotton.

I picked this up in Powell’s having run out of everything else on our camping trip. It looked interesting. Hoo boy. You don’t know the half of it. I was riveted until three in the morning, huddled in my sleeping bag with the Petzl on my head. Why, oh WHY isn’t this better known? Why aren’t all the reviewers singing its praise? Seriously this is up there with The Last Samurai and Transmission and all those other wonderful, unforgettable novels that make whatever is on the New York Times Reviling of Books pale in comparison.

So. Lee Cotton is born to a black mother and an Icelandic father. He looks white. I mean, really white. Which is a problem in the South, pre-Civil Rights. But that’s not all of it because he can hear what people are thinking without them saying a word. He hears voices, a gift he gets from his obeah grandmother who lives in New Orleans. But he manages to get by–until he starts rolling around in the hay with a white girl whose father just happens to be the most rabid Klan member around. Who finds him out. Who beats him up and throws what he thinks is a dead body into a railroad car, which takes him to a hospital in a large city.
Where of course he passes as white, and thus starts a new chapter in his life. And this is just the beginning of Lee Cotton’s story, and of his many transformations into Lee McCoy (as in “the real McCoy”).

Part Zelig, part John Irving at his most wonderfully weird, and really, probably the best novel I’ve read this year, this is a rollicking story that is seriously clever. I loved it.

The Sleeping Father - Matthew Sharpe

Tuesday, September 11th, 2007

There are some books that become inextricably linked with a time or a place, and even looking at the spare cover (with the Today’s Book Club logo on it that almost dissuaded me from reading it entirely) makes me think of our Oregon trip and camping next to a peaceful lake in the pine trees. Ahh, those halcyon days. Wait a minute–oh, yes, that was the site where we had the generator on one side and three full generations of alcoholics on the other who only shut up after they lost and rediscovered their car keys twice and the camp host came over thrice.

But anyway.

The Schwartzes live in Bellwether, Connecticut, a place that is exactly as it sounds: staunchly middle class, white, relatively affluent. But underneath all this perfection, of course, lurks something else (insert Jaws music). Bernard, the father is ineffectual and clinically depressed–if affable–after his wife leaves him and moves to California. Chris and Cathy, the two children, muddle along until Bernard combines pills and ends up in a coma. No one knows how to deal with it. And so they don’t–even when Bernard awakens with the mind and motor skills of a child.

This was an odd novel. I liked it. It certainly wasn’t one of those blend-into-the-rest-of-them sorts of books. I could say that it represents the breakup of the American nuclear family, or turns the Holden Caulfiend coming-of-age on its head, or even that it’s about the never-ending ability of Americans to remake themselves. And while none of these are false, what really makes this book is the fact that Sharpe manages to convey all the heartbreak of the Schwartz family without ever losing his sense of humor or irony.