Monday, September 15, 2014

Words to live by #5

What to do when you feel sick

So I watched this show where this guy was tracking down famous dead people's DNA to see what he could learn from it. There's a lot going on there, it's a fascinating show ("Dead Famous DNA" on Netflix), but the part that matters here is that he found out that Darwin had Crohns Disease. He was sick every day of his life and was still a prolific scientist and writer and letter-writer.

Today, I woke up sick. There's some stomach bug going around; a kid at my sister's work had it, now she does, and the baby's been saying he feels sick too. I was hoping I'd be okay, but this morning, I woke up queasy and sort of... You know that wobbly-in-the-insides feeling you get with a stomach bug, where it's like everything is made of jello and moving around unpleasantly?

Like that.

But see, I had things to do today. And I'm supposed to be taking care of mom, who just had more shoulder surgery and is laid up again.

So here's what I do when I feel sick:

- Slow down: it doesn't matter how quickly things get done as long as they get done. Or at least started.

- Eat gently: maybe skip the vitamins. Brew the tea a little less strong. Skip the stuff that you know causes issues. Do the BRAT diet, like a sick kid--bananas, rice, applesauce, toast. Only my T is tea because I don't have any GF bread around.

- Skip really active stuff: don't push yourself at all, physically, if you don't have to. If you do have to, don't push a second further than the minimum. Focus on resting. In the average life, lifting and shifting and pulling can be done a different day.

- Nap: as often as you need. Whenever you need. Or at least as soon as you can, if you have to work or something.

- Keep the bathroom stocked: especially if you have a stomach bug, you're not going to want to be without. And you might not be able to get out to get more toilet paper or something.

- Take the hottest showers you can handle: I don't know about you, but to me, a really hot shower feels like it's cleaning out the germs. It also loosens up my chronic sinus clog that gets worse whenever my immune system goes wonky. And it definitely helps with body aches.

- Drink a lot of water: Because hydration.

I'm not as sick as Darwin always was. Not by far. My uncle has Chrons and I know what that's like. But for this day or three or five or whatever, it feels pretty bad, and I know I'm not at my normal level on anything.

If I'm still sick on Friday, which is shopping day, I'm going to buy a big cow or pig bone and make some bone broth to bring my nutrients back up. I think I'm going to drink about as much tea as I always do, but slower, and maybe with more milk and less tea. Maybe I can find my elderberries and see if they're still good enough to make a healing tea from?

And I'm going to try and get better.

What do you do when you're sick? What foods do you eat? What steps do you take? Do you have any hope remedies you swear by?

Sunday, September 14, 2014

What is taking up all your brain space right now, in a good way?

Here's mine:

- Layering photo-editing apps: this pic was taken with Hipstamatic, patterned in Tangent, text-ed in Over. I love these apps so much, and I have others I use, too.

- Doctor Who: Legacy: this game is stupidly addictive and is puzzling enough that I don't mind replaying levels to get new characters to drop, or to level up my team.

- Tiny Houses: I want one! I want to build it myself! Except I have no skills, no money, nowhere to park it because we currently live in an apartment, and I don't know how to drive.All of which, really, makes me want it more. I adore the idea of being able to move without packing up in boxes anymore. I adore the idea of not loving in someone else's house anymore, while all my stuff sits in storage.

- The Simpsons: Tapped Out: I've been playing this game on and off for maybe four years, and I just love it. It's the main way I'm keeping up with the series now!

- The new TV season: This week coming up, we have some of the shows coming back, and almost everything else comes back the week after and I am SO EXCITED! There's so much promise in a new season before the reality of network meddling, poor writing, and viewing conflict narrow down what we can actually watch!

- International stews: I have such a craving for Ethiopian stews, for rich curries that don't depend on spiciness alone, for goulash and stroganoff, and for British-style stews with big chunks of potatoes and beef. Maybe I can make one this week...I'm definitely collecting up new recipes.

- Fall: I'm so done with summer that I'm leaping on every tiniest sign of the season changing. The nights aren't as hot. The days are overcast and drizzly. That one tree is turning orange. There are acorns everywhere*. The farmers market is full of everything. The cat's winter coat is coming in with a vengeance. I love it all.

- Sewing: I haven't started yet, but I think I'm going to sew something soon.

- Eating my way to health: did you know you can heal cavities? I might try.

- Dollhouse comics: I want to gather dolls and action figures and statues and tell awesome and weird stories with them. I'm figuring stuff out before I start, but I think it'll be soonish.

- Geeky tees I can't afford right now: We're in a boom--there are SO MANY companies making awesome shirts, and even though I can very rarely actually afford one, I love looking at all the designs!

What's on your mind? Let's share.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Where were you on September 11th?

I was at school. I'd started college January 2001, so is been away from home less than a year. I was in my second dorm room, with only one roommate, which felt like a luxury after last semester with an unpleasant roommate. It was also the first time we had AC, and we'd just gotten a phone and I'd just gotten my computer a few weeks before. 

We heard about what had happened in my first class that day--poetry. The teacher was sort of flighty and excitable at the best of times, but this morning he was distraught. He wasn't making a lot of sense. There was a disaster. It was terrible. It affected us all. We were going to have class normally--but of course, that didn't happen, and we gave up. 

We didn't have a tv in out room, so D and I went down to the rotunda, where the school had set up a big tv at the beginning of the semester--only like two or three weeks previous--and we watched the news for hours with other students, trying to figure out what it meant, who had done it, how it could happen.

It took us days to get calls out to call home--the phone was hinky at best, a barely-useful add-on to our 1800s-built dorm building. With everyone is school calling home, plus everyone in the country calling everyone they knew, plus every computer in the city trying to access dialup, we couldn't call anyone. We didn't have cellphones yet. 

Classes were canceled. Then a tropical storm hit, and we were stuck inside with only intermittent phones, almost no internet, and hours of conflicting news stories.

I had a high school friend going to school within sight of the towers, and we couldn't get ahold of her for weeks, and then only by email.

Another high school friend had family in New York, and it was weeks before she even knew they were still alive.

My family lived in Orlando. There was a lot of talk that if more attacks came, they'd hit places that represent America and where people gather--places like Disney. They'd target military places--like Lockheed Martin, half a mile from my highscool. They'd start at airports--two miles down from where my whole family lived. 

I thought a lot about walking down highways in a post-apocalypse, trying to find my family.

Afterward, mom couldn't get to work because the bus went through the airport and they'd shut down the airport. Dad was working driving people back and forth from the airport and attractions, and he had to take all his people right back to their hotels. D and I sat in school.

It was a blur for days after that.

I think it was Monday when we went back to school. I don't remember going back. I remember flinching when planes started up again after that, after two weeks or more of creepy-silent skies. I remember resenting that. I grew up on airbases, and I always loved the sound of planes. They were cool, exciting, they represented neat people with neat jobs. Now, they were scary.

A year or two later, I went to DC with my boyfriend. We took the train because airplanes were still scary, and costs were high, and we knew we were going to the center of government. I don't remember why we chose DC; maybe because no one else would, so there wasn't a lot of competition for hotels and travel.

The museums were open, but we were searched before entering every single one. A lot of the monuments were closed to the public and barricaded. It was surreal around the edges the whole time, but I felt better after we left. After we saw in person that things were still working.

Where were you? What was it like for you? We hear about the people at ground zero all the time, but this was something important for all of us. I'm not particularly patriotic, but this affected all of us, one way or another.

Monday, September 8, 2014

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Monthly Me - September 2014

Outfit of the day:
- cute baby-whale shirt with tie shoulders and front pocket
- fav purple skirt
- Pan nail polish (mine - Incidental Twin)
- slate Avon eyeliner, black Mark mascara, and gold-copper mismatched Burt's Bees tinted lip balm that is so old it smells stale
- Annabel Lee perfume by Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

I'm not at all happy about the weight, but I should be getting to my Moontime this week if the black cohosh keeps working, so I won't complain about it until I know whether that's it. And I've been eating poorly again because funds are tighter and tighter and I'm having trouble affording the more expensive options I should be eating. I'm hoping to take a trip to the local Korean market this weekend coming up to se eif I can get some rice-based stuff and some fresh veg for cheap.

Physically and mentally, I feel like I'm doing better. I've had a few days where depression was an issue, but overall, that's looking better. If I can afford it, I'm going to add magnesium and st johns wort to help with that, but I think the cohosh and the big doses of omega-3s I've been taking are helping. They helped Kickstarter my moon last month after almost six months without, and ever since then I've been feeling less fragile, less tender, less wobbly and wrong than I had for ages beforehand.

I'm also writing again, and that always helps me feel more human. I lowered my daily goals so that it's way less stressful to get them or to miss them, and added daily poetry, and it's early yet, but it feels better. We'll see if I can keep it up!

And I feel like even if I've been trending heavier again, I feel better and look better. My hair is smoother and less dry since I started treating it with coconut oil, my skin is softer since the same, and my face is less... Okay, my skin gets sort of gritty when my diet is off and I'm not washing it enough, but with the vitamins and my fancy new soap from the handmade soap stall at the flea market, it's much clearer.

How're you doing? How do you feel today?

Monday, September 1, 2014

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Tiny: A Story About Living Small on Netflix

This is my favorite random thing I've watched on Netflix in ages.

Tiny Houses are in right now, and I love them. They're so well-designed, so soulful, so quirky, and they're a direct response to the bigger-is-better craziness that makes the average American house, according to Tiny House Nation 2300 square feet*, and makes the Americans looking for homes overseas on Househunters International** look like spoiled idiots.

This documentary is about a guy who decides to get rid of all that BS and build himself a tiny home to live in on the land he's bought out in the country. And, guys, it's so sweet. Not, like, cloying or tooth-aching, but actual sweetness that comes from dedication to a small, quiet cause, and earnestness that isn't naivete. He knows what he's trying to do, even though he doesn't know how to do it or how much trouble it'll be, and he does it, and that's that. It's inspiring to see him go through the process and overcome the bumps along the way--but it's also super-informative.

Because the documentary is also about talking to other people who have built tiny houses, and the rules and skills you need to understand to do it. And there's no real judgement in it, despite it being his story, from his point of view-- he's just showing how it goes, and talking to others who have done the same thing for different reasons. It talks about how lots of tiny houses are on wheels so they count as vehicles and have less zoning issues. It talks about sustainability, and shows him setting up solar power and taking on chickens. It talks about relationships and design and independence. And it does it all with a gentleness that is totally charming to me.

I don't know if I could live in less than 125 square feet. Probably not, since my books and all the paperwork generated by being a writer alone could fill that space. But I can understand why someone would, and I can wish for a house as beautifully and meaningfully designed as these. And I can see what lessons are given that I can apply to my own life.

But what I like best about this whole movement is how gentle and kind it is. It's quiet--just some people doing something they feel is right, for not too much money, and without too much fighting to trauma. It's earnest. It's hopeful, and it's forward-looking to a future where we're not telling each other that we're not going to get out of the mess we've gotten into. It's an alternative that might actually work.

And I like that.

*My current appt is less than half that, but so poorly designed it could be that big and would still feel hard to live in.
**I watch a lot of shows about homes. Also about semi-homes; I love Treehouse Masters, too! If I could get those guys to build me a tiny house, I'd be in heaven.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Words to live by #2

Music Library Meme

This is meant to be for iTunes, but all my music is in Google Music because of that string of computer meltdowns I had. Safety in the Cloud and all that. So here's my answers!

How many songs:  7610

Sort by song title: 
First Song: #1 Fan - Garbage
Last Song: Zombie (Rave Mix) - Cranberries

Sort by time:
Shortest Song: Reject - Green Day - 2sec (not sure if it's usually that long or if it only uploaded two seconds; there's a few of those from the scramble to backup everything before my old comp died a terrible firey death)
Longest Song: TGS Podcast #27 ft Felicia Day, Geek&Sundry - 2hr 46m

Sort by artist:
First Artist: ? And the Mysterians
Last Artist: ZZ Ward (not counting the Japanese and Chinese stuff that I have no way of knowing how to read or to put into alphabetical order)

Sort by album:
First Album: 1. Outside - David Bowie (or, if that's tagged wrong, which I think it is (it's usually just Outside, I think), then) 18 - Moby
Last Album: Zen Breakfast - Karunesh

Top Three Most Played Songs: 

  1.  What the Water Gave Me - Florence + The Machine
  2. Heavy In Your Arms - Florence + The Machine 
  3. Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) - Florence + The Machine

Death:  Death Letter - (un-tagged - I have no idea. Where did I even get this song?)
Life: My Life - Dido
Love: Vampire Love - (again untagged - I need to do something about this)
Hate: Hate Breeders - The Misfits
You: You Are Most Yourself - (untagged, but I know this one came from either Emmy or Chelle when I graduated undergrad and they both gave me a whole bunch of music because I had none!)
Sex: Casual Sex - The Faint

Now you! Shuffle up your music and let's see what you get!


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