Sunday, January 27, 2008

Round Robin Photo Challenge: Landmarks

"So," Hubby says, "Landmarks, huh? What'll it be this time? Air traffic control tower? Nuclear power plant?" (He thinks he's funny.) "I'm going out to the old beer brewery in Mishawaka," I reply. He, shoulders sagging: "Well geez, that's no fun at all." Me: "Stop talking to me ... "

Visible from a mile away, an ornate smokestack marks the spot where the Kamm Brewery stands on the banks of the St. Joseph River. The original wooden structures were built in 1853, and the brickwork was added around 1880. The complex consists of the main building, warehouses, an ice house, malt and yeast rooms, quarters for the workers -- and, they say, a huge vault deep underground where charcoal was made to filter the beer. There was a major fire in 1950, and the brewery ceased operations in 1951. It has since been salvaged to house shops, studios, restaurants, and offices. Why the windows on the right are half a floor higher than the rest of the building, I have no clue.

They don't make 'em like they used to. The smoke stack is a masterpiece of old-school masonry, culminating in a mosaic flourish.















Here and there around the grounds, machines that once clattered and spun stand like sentinels in the snow.



For my money, though, the best part of the place is around back. Narrow lanes wind between massive walls of brick. Above are equal parts steel and sky.

















Maybe it was the quiet of the place today, or maybe just the pleasure of feeling sun on my face after a long illness, but I really enjoyed this assignment. Thanks go to Carly, author of the blog Ellipsis, for a fun challenge and a great afternoon of shooting. Please be sure to click over to the main Robins link to see what everyone else found: Round Robins Photo Challenge: Landmarks.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Write post. Hope for comments. Try again.

I'm sitting here with pneumonia. (Yeah, officially pneumonia.) It's the first day since Monday I've felt like being out of bed. From the looks of the back-issues of New York Times Online, I was better off unconscious. I am sorry I missed this from last week, though, at the Well blog there:

Seven-Word Wisdom: The Contest
How much advice can you distill down to seven words?

As it turns out, seven words is a surprisingly catchy way to deliver a message. Just ask writer Michael Pollan, whose book “In Defense of Food” is debuting at No. 1 on The New York Times best-seller list this weekend. (Read my recent interview with him here.) The popularity of the book is due in no small part to Mr. Pollan’s catchy seven-word edict: “Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.'’

My colleague Dwight Garner, over at the Paper Cuts blog, notes the slogan has a “haiku-like resonance'’ and offers his own versions of 2-3-2 word sequences. My favorite, “Have sex. Really quite often. With humans.” (For the rest, click here.)

Surely this warrants a competition?

It did indeed, so they ran one, and a fine time was had by all. Click here to see the winners.

So had you known about this exercise in time to compete, what wisdom would you have shared in that 2-3-2 form?

Thursday, January 24, 2008

A blog worth linking to

Somewhere in the Middle East today, two courageous young explorers are backpacking their way through an adventure, storing up memories and photos and stories for a lifetime.

The blog is Glory-Ho by Andrea Enright and Michael Boudreaux, a chronicle of the authors' travels off the beaten paths in places where most of us would not dare ... Bulgaria, Turkey and, most recently, Syria. The tales are rich and well-told, echoing with the voices of the people. The images are so evocative that you'll feel you're traveling too, just a step behind, drinking in the air of another world, another time.

Two favorite posts of mine are the beautifully written Something to Believe In and the surprisingly complex Doors of Damascus. (I have a thing for doors, and these make me ache to open them.) I'm sure you'll find favorites of your own there. So go. See.

* I found my way into Glory-Ho via the sidebar at Just a Hippie Gypsy, another worthy blog in its own right and well worth a visit. Happy reading!

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Weekend Assignment #199: When Do You Sleep?

Well, this is the 199th Weekend Assignment; it's the second from Karen Funk Blocher at Outpost Mavarin, who took it over from John Scalzi when he left AOL. And it's the first one I've done, I think, since 2005. Nothing like coming a bit late to the party, eh? Anyway, here goes.

Weekend Assignment #199: What is your usual sleep schedule on weeknights? Are you an "early to bed, early to rise" sort of person, or do you stay awake far into the night (voluntarily or otherwise), and get up as late as your work schedule permits? Do you give priority to getting adequate sleep? If so, how is that working out for you?

Extra Credit: If you had no work or family scheduling obligations, would your sleeping pattern change substantially?


We have a love/hate relationship, sleep and I. There is no greater pleasure than slipping between cool, heavy sheets under a down comforter on a winter night. I shrug off, like a heavy cloak, the duties and burdens of the day, and watch dreams sift down on the starlight. It's a little glimpse of Heaven.

Then again, late evening is the only time there is for all the many things I really enjoy, and I hate having to leave the fun to go to bed.

I'm up at 6:30 in the morning to get a kid off to school, and I leave for the office at 8:30. I get home around 5:30 PM and then do dinner and chores. By the time I'm finished it's at least 8:30 in the evening. My actual sleep is interrupted several times a night now, so to have any hope of getting enough rest I'd need to be in bed by 10:30 PM. That would give me two hours a day, tops, for everything else in life that I want to accomplish and do and be.

Getting to bed is always a struggle -- not between what is good for me and what is not, but between physical needs and emotional ones. So, for the extra credit, Yes: If not for obligations, things would be different. I would live my own life every minute while awake and sleep a gloriously long time whenever I felt tired. I would not own an alarm clock.

To Snooze or Not to Snooze: That is the Question

*Now, here's a question for you: In one hand you have a pink pill that will magically let you sleep well whenever, wherever, and for as long as you want. In the other hand, you have a purple one that will allow you to live without ever needing to sleep again. Which do you choose?

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Just doing my duty

Last year I committed to writing monthly about living with diabetes, just to keep myself in line. For me, it's like the weekly weigh-in at Weight Watchers. I've skipped a couple of months and, sure enough, I have slid back into mostly ignoring it. The disease is so easy to forget when you don't have any symptoms. Add to that the temptations of the holidays and the desire to enjoy all the goodies like everyone else, and you have a recipe for trouble.

I've stopped testing again, but will start again tomorrow morning. I'm pretty sure the news won't be good, and I doubt my cholesterol levels went down over the past couple of months. I did not keep my appointment in December for a blood test. Really, what was the point, considering?

I'm still doing the daily cinnamon and oatmeal breakfast, and taking metformin. I ditched the Avandia and Vytorin because of the side effects. Of course, now they're saying that Vytorin actually makes things worse, so good riddance to that one.

I've switched vitamins to Centrum Cardio, which is supposed to reduce cholesterol, and I take fish oil once a day. Tried soy milk. Hated it. If spiders gave milk, that's what it would taste like.

We've just bought an elliptical trainer, which should help with exercise, and I pack myself a healthy lunch for work. Family dinner and evening munchies are still my downfall. Those and chocolate.

And so it goes.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Round Robin Photo Challenge: Railroads

There we were about a week ago, running errands on a foggy day, Hubby driving and me with my camera in my lap. I intended to take pretty little photos of rails disappearing into fog banks as we went over railroad crossings.

Then Hubby, ever the supportive one, said, "You know what we should do? We should go over to the train yard. It's not that far, and it's, like, the second biggest one in the country." Being naive and momentarily stricken with a bad case of stupid, that sounded like a great plan to us. So off we went.

It took a while to find the entrance to the rail yard; there was only one road going in to where the trains were. Turns out there's a good reason for that: It crossed dozens of unguarded tracks, with trains moving around on them at random.





We quickly realized that this place had the look of somewhere we weren't supposed to be. A place, in fact, where a person could get killed.

Still, there were a few workmen on the tracks, and they didn't flag us down, so we followed the loop of the road around a quick circuit of the place. I snapped shots as we went, but getting out of the car seemed like a really bad idea, even to us.

We were nearly home free, headed back out on that one road in, when our escape was thwarted by the longest train in the history of the world. If that train stopped, we had no way out.







While we were sitting there, praying for the train to keep on truckin', our higher brain functions had a chance to kick in. It occurred to us -- finally -- that we were unauthorized intruders, prowling around one of the country's primary rail hubs in the fog, taking pictures. We were probably being reported, as we sat there trapped, to the local police, the FBI, and Homeland Security. We expected arrest or worse at any minute.

And there was now an official-looking pickup truck heading our way. He was coming fast.

A lot goes through your mind when you think your life is about to go off a cliff over a momentary lapse in judgement. A lifetime of careful planning and hard work down the tubes. Public humiliation. Family disgraced. Life savings to be spent on legal defence ... I don't know how criminals take the stress.

The Truck of Doom pulled up at a service crossing a few yards away from us and, miracle of miracles, headed back the other way. The driver barely gave us a glance.

The world's longest train finally cleared the road, and we made a clean getaway. At least, I think we did. It's been a week, and no armed agents have materialized, no choppers have appeared in the sky. That's got to be a good sign, right?

All of which goes to explain why these photos are not exactly spectacular. I'm hoping to get a few points for effort.

* Be sure to check out all the photos the other Robins have posted: Round Robin Railroad Challenge.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Caution: Falling iguanas

Fancy a romantic walk in the moonlight on a nippy Florida evening? Better take a seriously sturdy umbrella.

Nights have been so cold down there lately that iguanas are dropping out of the trees. Some of them wake up eventually, and others are down for the count. So you can add sudden, reptile-induced concussions and rotting lizard corpses to the list of charming attractions available in the Sunshine State.

The critters are not native, and they're a nuisance, so ... whatever.

Let there be ... oh, say, brownies

Just a quickie here, as I'm busy busy busy. Today, January 9, is Play God Day, and once I'm done with creating stuff I have a load of smiting to do. So praise me. NOW. Or else.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Blinded by the light

"If every American home replaced just one light bulb with an ENERGY STAR qualified bulb, we would save enough energy to light more than 3 million homes for a year, more than $600 million in annual energy costs, and prevent greenhouse gases equivalent to the emissions of more than 800,000 cars." -- Energystar.gov

It's hard to argue with a stat like that. But I'm going to give it go, because I really, really hate these things.

My first close encounter with compact fluorescent lights, or CFLs, came when Hubby put them into the recessed lighting in the downstairs hall. Said Hubby screwed them in and went about his merry way without a word of warning. One by one, the rest of us discovered his nasty little surprise, and the reaction was a unanimous "WTF?!". The shivering, blueish light would have been perfect for an interrogation room, or maybe a horror flick subway scene. The bulbs were promptly relocated to the laundry room, where they could do their bit for the planet without turning our first floor passageway into the Hallway from Hell.

Undaunted, Hubby moved on to the basement stairwell, installing a naked spiral in the ceiling fixture there. When we open that door, the thing hits us right in the eyes. It's like taking an ice pick to the brain. When the door is closed, the weird light spills out under and around it, looking for all the world like Carol Anne's closet from the movie Poltergeist. Which is appropriate because, like those other horrors, "They're heeeeere."

In the name of environmentalism a number of countries, the USA included, are working to completely phase out the incandescent bulb. Energy saving bulbs are already becoming mandatory in some areas. CFLs do use considerably less energy to produce the same amount of light. Reduced energy generation, particularly from coal-fired plants, saves massive amounts of carbon dioxide and other pollutants from entering the atmosphere. This is obviously a very good thing.

However, CFLs present serious health and environmental problems of their own that have not been adequately addressed:

Mercury. Proponents of CFLs say the amount of the neurotoxin in a CFL is tiny, and that it is not an issue if the bulb is not broken. Indeed, some experts say you'd have to break several at once to release enough to do harm.

So why did an EPA test of this child's bedroom, where a single bulb was broken, indicate mercury levels well above safe levels? The homeowner was left with a $2000 bill for haz-mat cleanup that she couldn't pay, resulting in the room being sealed off from the rest of the house.

It may be that the government agencies' response in that incident was an extreme overreaction. Or maybe not. The EPA's own instructions for cleaning up after a broken CFL are as follows:

1. Open a window and leave the room for 15 minutes or more.

2. Carefully scoop up the fragments and powder with stiff paper or cardboard and place them in a sealed plastic bag.

Use disposable rubber gloves, if available (i.e., do not use bare hands). Wipe the area clean with damp paper towels or disposable wet wipes and place them in the plastic bag.

Do not use a vacuum or broom to clean up the broken bulb on hard surfaces.

3. Place all cleanup materials in a second sealed plastic bag.

Place the first bag in a second sealed plastic bag and put it in the outdoor trash container or in another outdoor protected area for the next normal trash disposal.
Note: Some states prohibit such trash disposal and require that broken and unbroken lamps be taken to a local recycling center.

Wash your hands after disposing of the bag.

If a fluorescent bulb breaks on a rug or carpet:

4. First, remove all materials you can without using a vacuum cleaner, following the steps above. Sticky tape (such as duct tape) can be used to pick up small pieces and powder.

If vacuuming is needed after all visible materials are removed, vacuum the area where the bulb was broken, remove the vacuum bag (or empty and wipe the canister) and put the bag or vacuum debris in two sealed plastic bags in the outdoor trash or protected outdoor location for normal disposal.


These instructions are not on the packaging. How many people would ignore them, even if they were there? And how much damage will be done to children by mercury vapors from incomplete cleanups?

Even if they don't break, the CFL presents a dilemma for disposal. Tossed in a landfill, the mercury can get into the air, soil and ground water. Special recycling facilities are required to handle them safely -- facilities that do not exist yet in many areas. My research turned up only one facility near us, but according to its website it accepts only commercial waste and may charge a fee for taking fluorescents. Not that it matters, as its phone has been disconnected. Won't most people just toss them in the trash?

Now, here's the kicker: 80 percent of CFLs are made in China, where environmental controls are virtually nonexistent. How much mercury will be released during the manufacture of literally billions of these bulbs?

Health Issues. In the UK, where the conversion to CFLs is well underway, and where all incandescents will be off the shelves by 2011, doctors are reporting that for many patients CFLs cause migraines, epileptic seizures, and nausea. Patients with lupus, eczema, and those who are photosensitive experience painful reactions and worsening rashes when exposed to CFLs.

Now, I'm not suggesting that we do away with energy saving light bulbs. Far from it. What I am saying is that we should not allow ourselves to be railroaded into believing they are a risk-free, necessary, or perfect alternative to traditional incandescents. What I am saying is that we need to preserve the right to choose.

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Ghost of snow

The earth exhales
breathing white
into the sky

How softly it fills me
Her quiet breath
The ghost of snow










copyright 2008

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Twelfth Night

Tonight is the twelfth and last night of Christmas, one of the most important of the Winter Solstice. It is the eve of Epiphany, which celebrates the arrival in Bethlehem of the three wise men, following the star of a greater king.

In Bavaria and Austria from New Years through January 6, Star Singers dress as the magi and go caroling door to door, bearing before them the staff of that mysterious star. On this evening, householders in Germany and Poland chalk C+M+B and the date over their doorways and ask for the protection of Caspar, Melchior and Balthazar.

I love the three kings legend. It fires the imagination for me like no other part of Christmas. I hear in it the oneness of man and the universe, the quest of the seeker, and the leap of faith. May this night bring you amazing joy.

Friday, January 04, 2008

January 4: Nifty bits o' tid

Hey, hey, hey, it's Trivia Day! Finally, a chance to show off the steaming piles of useless information we stuff into our bulging brains. *To wit:

"A Saudi Arabian woman can get a divorce if her husband doesn't give her coffee." Sounds reasonable to me.

Don't let their cuteness fool you. "More people are killed annually by donkeys than die in air crashes."

"In most American states, a wedding ring is exempt by law from inclusion among the assets in a bankruptcy estate. This means that a wedding ring cannot be seized by creditors, no matter how much the bankrupt person owes." Here's an excellent argument if you're lobbying for a seriously ginormous rock.

"The New York phone book had 22 Hitlers listed before World War II ... and none after." Go figure.

And a factoid that has stuck with me since seventh grade, for reasons unknown: Arachnids have book lungs.

*Trivia Source: Corsinet.com

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Best of Maraca

I have noticed lately that a lot of bloggers do a list of their best posts at year's end. I considered doing that myself, but the thought seemed awfully self indulgent. Then I said to myself: Self, it's a friggin BLOG. That's what it's FOR.

So here's a sampling of the posts I enjoyed most. Feel free to explore or ignore.

2007
*December There's good news, and there's bad news...
*November All Saints Day and Monopoly
*October Moonrise in Shadowland and Sugar and spice
*September Talisman and Happy 13th and September song
*August The Dingleberry Defense and How nice! and Follow your heart
*July Feeling meemish
*June Smash an Annoying Electronic Device Day and 'Like water over bells' and Pennies from Heaven
*May Holy crap and In-a-gadda-da-vida, baby
*April For Walt and Song of the stones and 'April is the cruelest month ... ' *
*March Blink ... *Walt's last comment. God, I miss him.
*February Happy Saint Pat's!
*January Duck, Ma, here comes another'un!

The "Older Posts" link kept me going, back and back, to writings long forgotten ... 2003!?! Have I really been at it that long?

2006: Going down and Peaceful easy feeling and Right place, right time
2005: Tag, I'm it... and The trouble with zucchini and Scalzi's Weekend Assignment #84 and Simply extraordinary and Duck joke
2004: 101 uses for Tampax
2003: Hell's bells

Do you have a fave list of your own posts? If so, please post a link to it. I'd love to see 'em.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Tea with a 'tude

What could be better than a nice hot pot of tea on a snowy winter day? Why, a hot pot of tea with stuff growing in it, of course.

At Full Bloom Tea, they take tea leaves and assorted flowers, arrange them artistically, then twist, scrunch and dry them into little grey pellets. Drop the pellets into a glass pot, add boiling water, and shazam: They bloom back up to size right before your eyes.

This is way cooler than sea monkeys.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Happy New Year

New snow began falling last evening just before midnight, and it's been coming down ever since. How perfect is that? And to top it off, there were fireworks lighting the sky and reflecting off the flakes as they fell. It's an amazing sight, fireworks in the snow. I had never seen that before. There's a new development a few blocks away that has been colonized by card-carrying pyromaniacs, bless their fizzy little hearts, and they put on quite a show. (Note to self: Must meet these people.)

In keeping with my one resolution, to live now, I've been working on a list of things I've been meaning to do, thought about doing in passing, and/or would love to be able to say that I had already done. It's a brainstorming list, just a beginning. There were going to be an even hundred, but I got stuck in the kitchen again. Even now, I'm being summoned back downstairs to get dinner on the table. I expect to add to it, but in the spirit of the project I wanted to get it up NOW. So how about you? Do you have a list?

In no particular order:

1. Clean out the clutter
2. Get new eyeglasses
3. Learn to speak Spanish
4. Get serious about writing
5. Learn tai chi
6. Organize and simplify my investments
7. Make a will
8. Buy a new camera
9. Start exercising
10. Read a book a week from the pile I already have
11. Comment more often on blogs I read
12. Decide what I want to be when I grow up, and
13. Get started on whatever that is ASAP
14. Redecorate the house
15. Reconnect with nature
16. Call and write family more often
17. Get a freaking lock for my office door
18. Try one new recipe every month
19. Learn to speak Italian
20. Take a real vacation to somewhere I actually want to go
21. Try something artistic that I've never done before
22. Resurrect my old pottery wheel and kiln
23. Decide whether to move to the country
24. Get a wardrobe
25. Learn to make paper
26. Study the physics of light and time
27. Learn herbal medicine
28. Grow herbal medicines
29. Plant a garden
30. Plant new oak trees
31. Learn to use the new camera
32. Learn Photoshop
33. Become proficient at Excel and Word
34. Make peace with my job or get a new one
35. Rent a kayak
36. If I decide I like it, buy the kayak
37. Get a Siamese fighting fish
38. Try geocaching
39. Sell something on eBay
40. Wear more jewelry
41. Collect more natural stone jewelry
42. Let go of something every day