Really has nothing to do with this post. I just really like the way it looks when it dries....Anyways, it's New Years Eve (as you probably well know) and boy has it been "one of those years". Quite seriously I've been up and down this year and next year is going to be a big one considering I'm graduating from college and will be moving on to the next stage of my life.
This year I managed once again to avoid getting a "real" 9 to 5 job. I kept working in the lab for the rest of the school year and once summer rolled around I was able to take on an intern spot and work 40 hours a week. Sounds like 9 to 5, but it really isn't. The summer was awesome because I got to travel a lot up and down the coast which is always fun. And even though it meant having to get up butt early in the morning (how butt early is between me and anyone who asks....ok 3 am) I still had tons of fun frolicking around the tide pools in all kinds of weather. We worked through rain, sunshine, and even some freaky nice coast weather. There was also plenty of opportunity to battle waves during coastal transect days, a super fun time that I was everyone could have a chance to do simply because it so much fun. Coastal transect involves driving to a bunch of different spots along the coast, taking water samples with a crazy long sampling pole, and filtering water all while trying to fend off crazies like beach combers, old guys walking their dogs, and surfers. Good times though.
After a year and a half hiatus from the realtionship world I started dating again. We all know how that turned out so I won't go into it in detail, but I can say that it was good to know that I was still capable of being in a relationship. Damn scary at times, and super frustrating at others but I'm glad that I did it. Super glad. Learned a lot about myself and what I want from someone in my life and even what I want from my friends. Yay for all my friends!
As for the other stuff in my life, I feel like I"m coming to better terms of what I believe in, what's important to me to accomplish as a human being, and especially how I can effect the world around me. Just coming to grips with my belief system has been an immensely empowering experience. It's also been a year of learning to trust what I am capable of in terms of my abilities to cope with my life. I'm a lot stronger than I used to be and I think that's come with understanding myself better.
Well now that that emotional stuff is out the way, here's a blast from the past photo of New Years FIVE(!) years ago in Australia. The dude wearing the tie is probably one of the most important people I know. His name is Glen and he's freaking amazing. Seriously dude. And that's little me when I was only 17 (awe!), now I'm 22 and getting ready to jump off the precipice into the unknown. But it's going to be really good. I can already tell.
Here's to next year being as and even more amazing than this year was!
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Challah back
After a couple of failed attempts (really it's harder than it looks) I finally produced a decent batch of challah while I was staying on the farm. I cooked these loaves up in the woodstove too which made the experience that much more gratifying. I will tell you this though, there's something intensely satisfying about kneading bread while looking out a farmhouse window at a garden that someone has labored over in order to get their own food. That and the view of the valley is spectacular from that particular window.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
A tale of good times on the farm...
When I agreed to watch the farm for the few days that Nate and Channa would be on vacation, I knew that I was taking on a lot of work, but I figured that I could handle it. I’ve spent time learning the ropes of the farm and thought that I was well prepared for the challenge ahead. But, as I would soon learn, no amount of preparation could save me when it actually came time to assume my farm duties.
It probably began the first night that I was alone on the farm. During the milking there was a car accident on the corner that the farm is on, resulting in several disoriented folks wandering around the road while their car was on its nose in the ditch. I don’t know what happened since I was in the cow shed when the accident occurred, but I watched the clean up from the porch with Reese the cat who was seeking a little bit of comfort from the cold night. “Good thing I don’t believe in signs,” I muttered to Reese, but I probably should have taken mental note as the tow-truck pushed and pulled the car back onto the road and the emergency flares sputtered themselves out.
The next morning found me in the kitchen struggling to get the woodstove lit. I spent three summers working at a summer camp and thought I knew how to light a decent fire. Turns out I was wrong. After cursing and blowing on struggling kindling for a few minutes I went out onto the porch to get some wood and let the door shut behind me. The only problem was that the door was locked. So was the front door. In essence, I found myself locked out of the house. I grew up in an old house with a secret coal shoot where they used to dump coal into the basement, so I figured that maybe this old farm house would have a “secret entrance” of its own.
I walked around the house for a few minutes, checking everything I could, until I came to the bathroom window. Luckily, it was unlocked and I was able to jimmy it open enough to fit myself through, but just barely. I couldn’t reach the window enough on my own to get all the way through it, so I pulled a bench over to where I could stand on it and get myself through. But while dragging this bench towards the window I heard a tiny trill and turned around to see Winter perched on the windowsill, eyeing the freedom she could have if she only jumped. “NO!” I shouted, causing Winter to disappear back through the curtain and into the house.
Once the bench was in place I got myself halfway through the windowsill, before I became inextricably stuck. I couldn’t get myself back through and the only way to go was forward. Since the window is a good four feet off the ground and I was looking at a head first drop onto the tile floor, not something that you really want to do first thing in the morning. Gritting my teeth I gave the great push and fell with as much grace as I could muster (and with as few possible bruises) onto the cold floor before jumping quickly to my feet and shutting the window, thus thwarting Winter’s escape efforts.
I gave up on the woodstove and boiled water on the electric range to sterilize the milk bucket. I was running a bit late and still had to cut grass for Aura to eat while I milked her. Cutting grass was a whole challenge unto itself. Usually it only takes Nate a few minutes to be able to cut an entire bag of grass. But he’s using a scythe. I was not so fortunate. The scythe wouldn’t work for me because Nate is a towering giant and I am, well, I am not so much. So I was forced to cut grass with a sickle. Yes, a sickle. As Nate said to me, “You’re going back about 5000 years in the history of agriculture with that thing!” Hunched over hacking away with my sickle in the early morning I certainly felt like I was going back in time. People invent stuff for a reason. And harvesting grain is one those reasons.
After only managing to cut half a bag of grass before I started to hear the ducks screaming to be let out of their pen, I ran back up to the cow shed to manage the fastest milking anyone has ever seen. I was getting a good stride going during the milking when Aura decided that she was going to poop. Not only did she poop, but she did so right next to the milk bucket. My dreams of milking time records were shattered. Thanks a lot, Aura. The milking officially over I finished the job in the cow shed before returning a slightly disgruntled Aura to her stall.
The ducks were not much help that morning either. They did give me an egg, which is probably the only good thing they did then, but after I let them out I followed them up to the day pen only to find that they were outside the pen. Not a big deal, I’ve seen them do that before. Except this time they couldn’t find the opening to the pen. They didn’t seem to care that food and fresh water were waiting for them, they decided instead that they were going to run me around the duck pen for 20 minutes. I think it was planned. They’re usually really good about going inside, but some reason they just couldn’t grasp where the door was. So chase them I did. Eventually they got the idea, but their good image in my mind was already tarnished.
Getting back to the kitchen I felt like I’d been sent through the grinder. Almost everything that could have gone wrong, did indeed go wrong. But after that I figured that my luck could only improve. And true to form it did. I managed to get a nice fire lit and spent the day in front of it knitting and after a failed batch, producing a couple of decent loaves of challah in the woodstove. All in all my stay at the farm was very enjoyable and I did manage to get down a routine to the chores and get them done every time. But it will probably be some time before I’m ready to strike out a bit homesteading on my own.
It probably began the first night that I was alone on the farm. During the milking there was a car accident on the corner that the farm is on, resulting in several disoriented folks wandering around the road while their car was on its nose in the ditch. I don’t know what happened since I was in the cow shed when the accident occurred, but I watched the clean up from the porch with Reese the cat who was seeking a little bit of comfort from the cold night. “Good thing I don’t believe in signs,” I muttered to Reese, but I probably should have taken mental note as the tow-truck pushed and pulled the car back onto the road and the emergency flares sputtered themselves out.
The next morning found me in the kitchen struggling to get the woodstove lit. I spent three summers working at a summer camp and thought I knew how to light a decent fire. Turns out I was wrong. After cursing and blowing on struggling kindling for a few minutes I went out onto the porch to get some wood and let the door shut behind me. The only problem was that the door was locked. So was the front door. In essence, I found myself locked out of the house. I grew up in an old house with a secret coal shoot where they used to dump coal into the basement, so I figured that maybe this old farm house would have a “secret entrance” of its own.
I walked around the house for a few minutes, checking everything I could, until I came to the bathroom window. Luckily, it was unlocked and I was able to jimmy it open enough to fit myself through, but just barely. I couldn’t reach the window enough on my own to get all the way through it, so I pulled a bench over to where I could stand on it and get myself through. But while dragging this bench towards the window I heard a tiny trill and turned around to see Winter perched on the windowsill, eyeing the freedom she could have if she only jumped. “NO!” I shouted, causing Winter to disappear back through the curtain and into the house.
Once the bench was in place I got myself halfway through the windowsill, before I became inextricably stuck. I couldn’t get myself back through and the only way to go was forward. Since the window is a good four feet off the ground and I was looking at a head first drop onto the tile floor, not something that you really want to do first thing in the morning. Gritting my teeth I gave the great push and fell with as much grace as I could muster (and with as few possible bruises) onto the cold floor before jumping quickly to my feet and shutting the window, thus thwarting Winter’s escape efforts.
I gave up on the woodstove and boiled water on the electric range to sterilize the milk bucket. I was running a bit late and still had to cut grass for Aura to eat while I milked her. Cutting grass was a whole challenge unto itself. Usually it only takes Nate a few minutes to be able to cut an entire bag of grass. But he’s using a scythe. I was not so fortunate. The scythe wouldn’t work for me because Nate is a towering giant and I am, well, I am not so much. So I was forced to cut grass with a sickle. Yes, a sickle. As Nate said to me, “You’re going back about 5000 years in the history of agriculture with that thing!” Hunched over hacking away with my sickle in the early morning I certainly felt like I was going back in time. People invent stuff for a reason. And harvesting grain is one those reasons.
After only managing to cut half a bag of grass before I started to hear the ducks screaming to be let out of their pen, I ran back up to the cow shed to manage the fastest milking anyone has ever seen. I was getting a good stride going during the milking when Aura decided that she was going to poop. Not only did she poop, but she did so right next to the milk bucket. My dreams of milking time records were shattered. Thanks a lot, Aura. The milking officially over I finished the job in the cow shed before returning a slightly disgruntled Aura to her stall.
The ducks were not much help that morning either. They did give me an egg, which is probably the only good thing they did then, but after I let them out I followed them up to the day pen only to find that they were outside the pen. Not a big deal, I’ve seen them do that before. Except this time they couldn’t find the opening to the pen. They didn’t seem to care that food and fresh water were waiting for them, they decided instead that they were going to run me around the duck pen for 20 minutes. I think it was planned. They’re usually really good about going inside, but some reason they just couldn’t grasp where the door was. So chase them I did. Eventually they got the idea, but their good image in my mind was already tarnished.
Getting back to the kitchen I felt like I’d been sent through the grinder. Almost everything that could have gone wrong, did indeed go wrong. But after that I figured that my luck could only improve. And true to form it did. I managed to get a nice fire lit and spent the day in front of it knitting and after a failed batch, producing a couple of decent loaves of challah in the woodstove. All in all my stay at the farm was very enjoyable and I did manage to get down a routine to the chores and get them done every time. But it will probably be some time before I’m ready to strike out a bit homesteading on my own.
Friday, December 22, 2006
A little note from the farm
For the past couple of days I've been taking care of my friend's farm (yes, the whole farm) and it's been quite fun. I'm getting really good at herding the ducks and milking the cow, but probably the one thing that has improved the most since I've been here is my skill at harvesting with a sickle. Why would I need to know how to do such a thing? Well the answer to that is very simple. The cow that they have is exclusively grass fed, which means that twice a day she needs a bag of grass cut for her so that she can be milked and given the proper nutrition. Simple.
Harvesting with the sickle is a lot of work though. As it was put to me, "You're going back about 5000 years in farm history with that thing", awesome. The entire civilization of Mesopotamia was built on grains harvested with a sickle. Forget that that civilization crashed and burned, but I'm doing just fine. And for those people out there who are playing those crazy role playing games where you pretend to be farmers or what not and you have to do the harvest to get points or whatever (I really don't know), you have no idea what it's like to harvest!!!!!!
Ok, mini-rant over. I promise. All in all I'm having a super fun time out here on the farm. I would recommend spending quality time like this to everyone.
Harvesting with the sickle is a lot of work though. As it was put to me, "You're going back about 5000 years in farm history with that thing", awesome. The entire civilization of Mesopotamia was built on grains harvested with a sickle. Forget that that civilization crashed and burned, but I'm doing just fine. And for those people out there who are playing those crazy role playing games where you pretend to be farmers or what not and you have to do the harvest to get points or whatever (I really don't know), you have no idea what it's like to harvest!!!!!!
Ok, mini-rant over. I promise. All in all I'm having a super fun time out here on the farm. I would recommend spending quality time like this to everyone.
Monday, December 18, 2006
What?
Seeing as how it's been a long time since the last post (really so much time!) I figured that I should pop in and write something. At least something more than a 'taking finals' sort of note.
Finals are over now. Ha! Rocked it hard core which makes me happy and sets me up really nice into the next term which is going to be massive bad. I've been cornered into taking aquatic entomology, a class which will be the death of me considering I know nothing about bugs. Literally, I know nothing about them. I don't really care to know anything either. Basically my relationship with bugs (complete avoidance) has proven optimal up until this point and I really don't want to mess with it. But, I also really want to graduate (I just got a wave of excitement about graduating. The first ever).
Speaking of the inevitable future, I'm still working out that little bug of uncertaintly about what it is that I'll be doing. A lot of times I have to remind myself not to wait for the epiphany and to just make a decision. Another one of those things that is easier said than done.
So to end this 'I am still alive' post, I've decided to treat you all to a video of my cat. World, meet Homer. Homer, meet the world...
Finals are over now. Ha! Rocked it hard core which makes me happy and sets me up really nice into the next term which is going to be massive bad. I've been cornered into taking aquatic entomology, a class which will be the death of me considering I know nothing about bugs. Literally, I know nothing about them. I don't really care to know anything either. Basically my relationship with bugs (complete avoidance) has proven optimal up until this point and I really don't want to mess with it. But, I also really want to graduate (I just got a wave of excitement about graduating. The first ever).
Speaking of the inevitable future, I'm still working out that little bug of uncertaintly about what it is that I'll be doing. A lot of times I have to remind myself not to wait for the epiphany and to just make a decision. Another one of those things that is easier said than done.
So to end this 'I am still alive' post, I've decided to treat you all to a video of my cat. World, meet Homer. Homer, meet the world...
Monday, December 04, 2006
The funny thing about nothing
I really don't have much to say today. It's finals week so I'm a bit over things right now. Especially since my laptop decided it was going to kick the bucket this morning. Not only did it go down in flames (not literally) but it took my five page History of Science final paper with it. Awesome. Good thing I wrote half of the paper and e-mailed it to myself from a school computer so I've been able to save at least half of it. Not so great for the half that I still have to write.
My friends got a cow on their farm yesterday. It's pretty fun. I went out to say hello to the new cow and it's a tiny little thing. A Dexter cow. I don't have a picture right now, so I guess you'll just have to look it up for yourself.
Here's a thought: As long as there are tests, there will be prayer in schools.
How true.
My friends got a cow on their farm yesterday. It's pretty fun. I went out to say hello to the new cow and it's a tiny little thing. A Dexter cow. I don't have a picture right now, so I guess you'll just have to look it up for yourself.
Here's a thought: As long as there are tests, there will be prayer in schools.
How true.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Regaining hope
It's amazing how your life can change in simple moments. That your entire outlook can be changed by one person telling you that anything is possible. Yesterday was the final day of classes for this term, and it would be an understatement to say that this has been a difficult term for me. Personally I've been dealing with the end of a wonderful relationship, by my own choice and partly by the choice of my partner who had decided a long time ago that the relationship was over but had failed to tell me. Academically it's been difficult to remember why I'm going to school in the first place. I've lost a lot of my focus and the drive that ruled my life. In many of my classes there's been an attitude that our world is a lost cause, that there is no cure for the "evils" going on today (global warming, Iraq, oil shortages, AIDS, etc). It's difficult to remain optimistic for the future when even your teachers seem to have lost hope.
This term I had to take a History of Science course, and I happened to be able to take a course about the theory of evolution and the history of modern biology. It was all about how the theory came about and how it's changed since Darwin first introduced it. In yesterday's class, the last class of the term, my last class of the term, the professor, Dr. Farber, read from some comments that he had prepared for us. In them, he recalled Darwin, not as Darwin, but simply as Charles Darwin, before he became what we know him as now. He reminded us that Darwin was no exceptional genius, that he was a mediocre student and moderately wealthy man who could have chosen a life of hunting, dinner parties, and garden games if he had so chosen. But Charles had chosen another path for himself. He made the decision to work hard on solving a problem. And he did. And it changed the world.
Farber wanted us to remember that the actions of one person can change the world. That in each of us is the potential to do something great. We just have to make the decision to do something great. I really can't begin to express how much it meant to me to hear someone say that. Especially someone who so deeply believed it. He told us that the actions of one person make a difference. And that even if we may not see it, we may not see it right at this moment in time, we can make a difference in the world. All we have to do is try. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we all just believed enough to try? That if we just looked at who we are right at this moment and what we can do to make the world a better place, how would the world change?
I know it's hoaky to say it, but Farber changed my life. He's given me my hope back. Maybe I just needed to hear it again. But this morning when I took bottles to the store to be recycled there was a can-man who was uncrinkling cans so that he could get the returns on them. He needed those cans desperately, so I gave him my bottle return receipt, $4.20 in total. Maybe if we all just gave away our bottle receipts we could some real good. I think Farber would approve.
This term I had to take a History of Science course, and I happened to be able to take a course about the theory of evolution and the history of modern biology. It was all about how the theory came about and how it's changed since Darwin first introduced it. In yesterday's class, the last class of the term, my last class of the term, the professor, Dr. Farber, read from some comments that he had prepared for us. In them, he recalled Darwin, not as Darwin, but simply as Charles Darwin, before he became what we know him as now. He reminded us that Darwin was no exceptional genius, that he was a mediocre student and moderately wealthy man who could have chosen a life of hunting, dinner parties, and garden games if he had so chosen. But Charles had chosen another path for himself. He made the decision to work hard on solving a problem. And he did. And it changed the world.
Farber wanted us to remember that the actions of one person can change the world. That in each of us is the potential to do something great. We just have to make the decision to do something great. I really can't begin to express how much it meant to me to hear someone say that. Especially someone who so deeply believed it. He told us that the actions of one person make a difference. And that even if we may not see it, we may not see it right at this moment in time, we can make a difference in the world. All we have to do is try. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we all just believed enough to try? That if we just looked at who we are right at this moment and what we can do to make the world a better place, how would the world change?
I know it's hoaky to say it, but Farber changed my life. He's given me my hope back. Maybe I just needed to hear it again. But this morning when I took bottles to the store to be recycled there was a can-man who was uncrinkling cans so that he could get the returns on them. He needed those cans desperately, so I gave him my bottle return receipt, $4.20 in total. Maybe if we all just gave away our bottle receipts we could some real good. I think Farber would approve.
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Parting Words Of Wisdom
"The fear of rejection really kind of stunts your growth as a person. I mean, it's like a friend of mine says, who cares if you fail? Who cares if you fail? It's like babies try to get up and walk all the time and they keep falling down. If we just gave up, we'd all be crawling around." — John Rzeznik