Words

I don't know if I've always felt this way but I am far more comfortable communicating via writing than I am through speaking. Words are versatile and beautiful. They give you distance which can translate into perspective and function as ladders to climb between thoughts or probe deeper into them. Words give you time to frame a coherent reply or express yourself more succinctly and eloquently than anything you could call up on the spot in the moment. 

Sometimes a whole sentence can pass through my mind with no meaning extracted from it. Instead, I listen to its cadence. Some sentence are metaphors for stories, with an introduction, rising action, climax, falling action, end. But they're not just meaning--they're sound too, sound as expressed by the mental voice reading in your head. And some sentences can have a sound to them that are metaphors for songs. Certain words fit better than others; certain phrases end a paragraph with exhilarated sigh, not with a bang but with a profound reverberation of meaning and sheer sound: 

"...for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Buendia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth."

Words can make chills go down your spine. The agreed upon patterns of letters can convey enough information to elicit a physical reaction from your body. 

Poetry--good poetry--is a miracle. Spoken word makes me hold my breath without even realizing it, exhaling only with that ringing silence that comes after the final word, the final chord, before people raise their hands and break its almost physical presence with the sound of applause. I love that moment and if it's a good one, it raises the hairs on my neck. 

Lyrics to songs dazzle me. They straddle two worlds. They put meaning on top of meaning, layering semantics over the meaning found in music itself, creating a palimpsest. A climactic melody supports the words that go along with it--just listen to any Disney song where the hero/heroine finds their way. But instrumental music can express plot just as well as sung words and sometimes even better. It can express the unspeakable. Put the two together and what do you get? Words that detract from song? Song that distracts from words? Or something created between the two that adds up to more than either.

I find it hundreds of times easier to communicate by writing things out but I accept that not everyone feels that way. And sometimes I wonder if resorting to writing is putting distance not only for perspective but also for safety--as if by writing we can edit ourselves and experiences to a safe, unemotional hands-length away. I don't know the answer to that. But there is something beautiful in arranging and perceiving words, something beautiful and critical that may not be sufficient for the human condition but which I believe is pretty damn near necessary for it. 

Beep Beep

Hello there :) It's been awhile. I don't even know if anyone reads this anymore but for once in my life I'm going to not analyze why I'm doing this or who my audience is or anything meta like that. I miss writing my thoughts out on here because it forces me to produce roughly eloquent sentences instead of conveying my thoughts in run-on ones that don't come to a significant point. 

What have I been up to? On the surface, not too much. I've been working at University Book Store as a seasonal temp. They pay very little but at least it's something and at least I'm suffering. That may sound weird but it's one of the reasons I wanted to get a job like that. I've never really had to clock in, clock out, eat my lunch/dinner in 30 minutes, and remain unflaggingly cheerful to people I don't know at all. As someone who's fascinated by people in general, retail's a great way to just observe. People begin to blend together, except for the ones that stand out for some reason: the impeccably made up older Southern lady who locked her keys in her car and had to wait in the store for almost an hour, talking too loudly into her cell phone and calling me "dear." The short Spanish man who basically taught me about the fancy pens or at least let me kindly fumble my way into learning about them while helping him out. The old German man named Klaus who needed University seals, or was it paperweights, and he was sure someone at the store showed it to him before and what kind of name is Connie? There are those kinds of customers but mostly everyone starts to look the same and sometimes you embarrass yourself saying hello again to someone who just walked by. 

I like that though. To know that people are more similar than we think. To see people buying gifts for their nieces and nephews and grandchildren in Florida, California, Colorado, knowing that each personal niece, nephew, grandchild is unique but the experience of caring for someone far away can be repeated so many times amongst unknowing strangers. I don't know any of these people (except for Peter, my old Neuroscience professor who bought something one day) and I don't really care about any of these people but in a benign, distant half-senile avuncular way I wish them all well. 

There's a lot I disagree with when it comes to retail and the tip of consumerism iceberg it represents. But I'm learning so much too. I would never want to work in retail forever but I'm glad I'm having this experience, despite not wanting to go into work on Sunday...or any day really. I call it suffering because sometimes it is so mind-numbingly boring for eight long, tedious hours on your feet but maybe that's too strong of a word. I mean unpleasant. I mean soul dullingly boring. I mean painful. That's what life is, having to be able to endure such adjectives. I like all my coworkers at least and it's teaching me to be more confident with strangers. 

Other than that I've been trying to be more creative, reading good books, cooking things, and going outside. Here are some pictures. I've been walking and running in Owen Woods and Garner Park. The trees are in Owen, on a breathtakingly cloudy, cool day in which the vastness of the sky hung over the prairie and the trees stood out like bones. I LOVE weather like that. Standing on the hill looking out in the distance with my cheeks chilled, slightly out of breath from hiking upwards, is so profoundly real and unadulterated it makes me feel wild.

 On the right is the beautiful award-winning bird shelter on Garner Park, designed by Stuart William Gallagher. What a incredible sight! I'd just come from rambling around in the little forest bordering Garner (lost the path a few times and had to climb over some fallen trees) then came out and went up the hill to this view. It's so proud, all clean lines and open sky. It was really cold that day but the sun was shining. This was the day after the Owen picture so the contrast of cloud and sun was amazing. 

And these are garlands Kelly and I made at the library yesterday for craft night. My camera failed me on this but the clouds were cut out of old books using a die-cut press thing. The book pages had been unsuccessfully tie-dyed in a previous project but I thought it looked interesting. I cut the raindrops out of blue cloth scraps and all the pieces were sewn together on a sewing machine. 








I've also been trying to figure out what I want to do in the future, which has necessitated asking some big questions and then asking them again. I'm not sure about a lot of things but I do know you can only move forward. In that case, I've also been trying to become better at keeping in touch with the people who matter and letting go of those who might not have a good influence. I'm trying to believe in myself no matter the path that I take or the choices I make, and letting myself inhabit all that I'm worth. It's not easy but every day feels meaningful at least.

The Post-Facebook World

Well, my own little world, not the larger one. Here are my observations on no longer having a facebook:

-It's harder to get in contact with people. A couple of times now I've thought of people who I'd like to contact but don't have a means to get ahold of other than through facebook. People who are in that watery grey area between acquaintances and friends, or even people who are solidly in the acquaintance ring, can fall through the cracks because you can't reach them. Most of these types of frienquaintances aren't in your phone or email address list. Facebook allows you to connect with those types and without Facebook, short of creepily showing up where they work, it's kind of impossible to get in touch.
The Flip Side: It makes those people you do get in touch with--and stay in touch with--more meaningful. It reveals how far you're willing to go in order to reach someone. It makes those connections more authentic. I fully understand the merits and necessity of casting a large social net but I think I'll always be someone who assigns more value to relationships that require some tangible effort to meet up or talk.

-It's easy to feel alone. Because face it (or maybe Facebook it, ha ha), there's some degree of connection in scrolling through a friend's pictures or reading their status posts. I really do miss seeing pictures of those I care about on Facebook.
The Flip Side: It's easy to feel alone on Facebook too. At least for me. And after awhile, scrolling through 67 pictures posted by your friend to a recent album just gets bland. Habituation, that inescapable affect-leveler, just comes in and rolls all over your interest. Seriously, if someday a pill were invented to prevent habituation, suddenly relationships and even mundane tasks would be completely revolutionized.

-It's harder to talk to people. This isn't quite the same as staying in contact with people. I'm talking about Facebook chat, mostly. Since Facebook has become the social media website of everyone's choice, most of real-time talking takes place on Facebook--since everyone's already on it all the time. That means there's less people on Gmail and...well, Gmail.
The Flip Side: Not sure if there's a really clear Flip Side to this one, since it would be nice to chat with more people. Perhaps it's just the whole existential crisis of short-term chatting versus having a real conversation in person. But that's the same Flip Side as the first one. So, jury's out on this one.

-It's harder to do group things. Facebook's event tool does make it a lot easier to initiate group events and sometimes people forget the person who's off of Facebook or it takes more effort to get ahold of that person.
The Flip Side: Um? I like Facebook events. All I can think of is that Facebook events never really accurately reflects who's attending and who's not. There's like a built-in Facebook Event Factor of Adjustment for every Yes, I'm attending that also accounts for the more-likely Maybes.

-Your information is yours. Granted, your information's being made NOT yours in many other ways just simply being on the internet. Furthermore, all the information that was once on your Facebook is still out there, somewhere, and accessible. But the abstract part of me does take satisfaction in the thought that my info isn't being sold to companies through Facebook, that auto-played video ads won't show up in my newsfeed (for all y'all who use fb on your smartphones), that I am not being mined like a fat vein of binary ore. At least through Facebook, currently.
The Flip Side: It's happening through everything else on the internet.

All in all, I personally still think that the benefits of not having a Facebook outweigh the costs. There are days when I really want to log on and see faces, hear news; those are the days my friends meet Connie Who Needs A Facebook Fix. But after I'm done scrolling through a few minutes of information, I'm happy that by closing the website/app and handing the phone back to my friend, I've returned to Facebooklessland.

Onward

It's coming to that time of year again. I love listening to crickets chirping in the cool night, nights cool enough for blankets. Fall is always such a nostalgic time for me, bittersweet yet exciting from enough years of school beginnings to evoke a conditioned response: things ending, plants dying, CLASSES!!
Only this year is different. There aren't any classes, or any beginnings, to look forward to. I really should've done more job searching/life figuring out/anything really earlier this summer. But no matter, it's too late to agonize over it so all I can do is send out my applications now and recognize that all things pass. We make our way through all moments.

I'm looking forward to going out west. Hopefully Scott won't be road-tripped out because I intend to properly do the whole thing: Glacier, maybe Banff, Olympic National Park if I can finagle it. Mountains! Forests! Oceans! Part of me has been longing to see mountains for so damn long. I remember flying to San Francisco and looking down over the Rockies, thrusting out of the ground like the bones of the Earth. Ribs for our world. Even diminished by airplane distance they were formidable, texture in an otherwise textureless view. From a plane textures get lost but patterns get highlighted--that's why flying over farmland is so interesting. I love looking at the patchwork quilt of farms in Wisconsin separated by strips of forest. Every now and then there are circles in the fabric from weird circular irrigation sprayers.

Anyway, that'll be my view flying back, which is something I have been avoiding imagining. I'm generally pretty good at holding my emotions back in public but I'm worried I won't do so well this time.

Looking forward into the future terrifies me. The idea of not knowing makes me uncomfortable. But if you think about it, there are so many things we can't know. I was talking to a friend about the future, specifically about how far down the future we should cast our minds. I think that while planning for big things is very important after a certain point it becomes counterproductive to think about what point B will look like or how we'll get there. That one quote by that one guy with Maria in his name (Rainier Maria Rilke and the poem is this) keeps coming to mind lately. It's a lovely sentiment and one that I'm slowly, slowly trying to meld with a voice in my head (that sounds a lot like my mother) saying "you must find an appropriate goal and act accordingly to achieve that goal in your life BE IN SCHOOL." Who knows? I've been told that I'm idealistic and rigid in applying those ideals. Maybe that's true because it seems to me that if you choose one school of thought you can't subscribe to another one--if you are a Wanderer Liver Into Answers (ha, liver) then you can't be a Planner Straight To Grad Schooler. But maybe life is a patchwork of schools of thought and I just don't know how to sew them all together yet.

A lot of my friends are going away, going abroad. I've been pretty happy not having a facebook these months but I miss staying in touch over that. It's easier particularly because a lot of my friends don't use gmail or gchat anymore. There's something to be sad for short but more frequent communications of the sort that facebook enables. But I don't want facebook to be giving me video ads or selling my newsfeed rights to companies. I know that google and a plethora of other online entities already do that but I can't opt out of google, realistically. I don't know. We'll see.

I'm really looking forward to Scott coming home. But tomorrow, Devil's Lake with a geophysicist!! That'll be fucking awesome.

Foodsicles

Lentil Recipe

Do not use any measuring utensils. Freemeasure!

I made this tonight for us to eat and it was veery eazy. It was tasty too, especially with the plain yogurt I just made yesterday. The recipe originally called for leeks but instead I substituted it with chives and celery.

Ingredients:

2 stalks of celery
A bunch of chives. They are weeds in our garden!
2 cloves of garlic
some cumin
some salt
some black pepper
Lentils (half a bag is what I used)

1. In a separate bowl or pot, rinse lentils then soak them so there's just a bit of water covering them.

2. Mince garlic and chop up the celery and chives.

3. Add a generous amount of olive oil to a pot (a Dutch oven/ceramic pot is what the recipe called for and we happened to have one from the Asian grocery store so I used it but I'm sure a steel pot would work fine) and saute the celery and chives briefly, until the celery begins to look a little translucent on the outside and the chives are soft. Then, add the garlic and saute until garlic smell is wafting everywhere.

3. Add cumin, salt, black pepper. The original recipe called for 1 1/2 tsp cumin and then I stopped paying any attention at all so I don't know how much salt and pepper was supposed to be added. Stay on the side of too little cumin rather than too much, otherwise it will be bitter like a thrice divorced man. Oh, and the recipe actually wanted cayenne but I didn't have that so I substituted black pepper instead. Be generous with the pepper.

4. Drain lentils and add to the pot with celery, chives, spices. Add in water (here's where it pays off to measure I guess, because my lentils were a little watery) to however many cups of lentils you originally used. There are directions on the bag usually. Otherwise, just freemeasure and take chances, make mistakes, get messy! Ms. Frizzle, anyone?

5. Add salt and a bay leaf* then let it all simmer for however long it takes until the lentils soften.

6. Optionally, as you taste it while it cooks, add lemon juice if you want some piquancy. Kelly didn't like it with the lemon juice so it's really just to taste but I thought it was much better when I squeezed some in.

7. Eat! Alone, with rice, with yogurt, with bread.

*I'm convinced this does nothing but placebo the shit out of the dish, kind of like that stone in stone soup

While I'm at it, I might as well put the CRAZY EASY yogurt recipe up.

Yogurt

You will need:
A half gallon of milk (i use 2% because whole is too much and skim is nasty ass)
2-3 Tbsp starter yogurt, plain is better
A food thermometer


1. Put yo milk in a pot. Turn the stove on to medium heat and slowly heat the milk up, stirring gently to avoid milk depositing on the bottom of the pot as a film. You want the milk to reach 185 degrees.

2. Fill your sink with cold water. Once the milk has reached approx 185 deg, immerse the pot in the cold water and cool the milk until 120 deg.

3. Once it has reached that temperature, take out the pot and whisk in your 2-3 Tbsp of starter yogurt. Can be store bought, I got the kind with low fat not no fat. I also wasn't too careful when measuring. The key is to thoroughly incorporate the yogurt into your milk, although even that I didn't do too meticulously. Huh. Apparently do whatever you want and it works.

4. After you've added the starter yogurt, pour the warm milk+yogurt mixture into jars. Doesn't really matter if you use Ball canning jars all legitimate like or a giant clean pickle jar. Just seal it.

5. Turn on your oven light and place the jars of yogurt in there for 10-11 hours. The longer you keep them there the thicker the yogurt will be, supposedly.

6. EAT ON EVERYTHING

Click click

I don't know how common this is but sometimes I find myself doing an emotional turtle/snail/hermit crab and take perverse satisfaction out of the fact that I'm sealing myself hermetically into this little shell. It's really comfortable, and I like it in here thank you very much. Keep Out. Since this can't only be a melodramatic post about metaphorical shells I will include a picture of Costa Rica at sunset.

Which has the added benefit of kicking mopiness in the ass and reminding me that there are inherently beautiful things in the world that can't be exhausted. Someday soon I will make a post about Costa Rica but today I'm just gonna clean some more, read some more, make a to do list, and go to bed.

Totally Normal

I've been stopping to smell almost every single lilac tree I can physically approach. White ones, purple ones, pink ones, almost-blue ones. Sometimes I smell some that aren't actually lilacs, which are then either equally good smelling or really, really stinky--life's a crapshoot! Smelling all these makes me feel strangely wealthy, like I'm rich in scents. Also, how lucky we are that pollinators like smells that humans appreciate too; otherwise, maybe every flower, not just some, would smell like corpses.

These were pictures that I took when I volunteered at the Arb yesterday (was it really yesterday? seems oddly long ago). I love volunteering there, though it has been almost too beautiful to be true the past two times. I love being out under the blue sky, hot sun, and occasional red-tailed hawk. Red-tailed hawks are huge!! They are actually like the size of a small sedan. For mice. There's a pair of red-tailed hawks who have a nest in a grove of pine trees near the Native Plant Garden, which is where I work. When I was little, that pine tree grove always reminded me of Bridge to Terabitha, that part where Leslie (is that her name? Or was that his name?) pretends she is a queen of a kingdom and the pine grove is the sacred place. 

It really is kind of awe-inspiring under there. And the pine forests up north even more so.

Anyway, the first day I volunteered I scared a nest of baby rabbits whereupon one ran away and got snatched up by the hawk. WHOOSH. I almost peed myself in excitement. Actually, I was dehydrated, but I would've if I could've. It felt perfectly right for the hawk to catch that rabbit, despite my admittedly non-natural interference (I wasn't actively trying to feed the hawk, I was pulling weeds and scared them out from ten feet away). The hawk took the rabbit up to a tree, plucked out its fur and probably some skin, then took it back to its nest to feed baby hawks. Hawklings. Stephen Hawkling har har. It was so right and oddly beautiful. Then I picked up a queen bumblebee. The takeaway message was: we miss so much of what we're looking at. I hope to look up and around and down a bit more, engaging all my senses, so I don't pick up the weird buzzing clump of grass or put my hand literally two inches from a baby rabbit and startle both of us nearly equally. So I see the muskrat in the water (I did! On my walk, which I will talk about in a moment), the oriole in the tree, the bug on my bed, the person in front of me. The beauty all around.

I went on a run this afternoon but it was so lovely later in the evening that I had to get out of the apartment. I went down for a walk along the lake, which was perfectly calm and perfectly stinky at times. Walking helped and on the way back a breeze dissipated the smell somewhat. The sky looked like:
<------THAT. That that that. Birds were doing their evening chorus (I heard a robin that sounded unbelievably pretty, I always thought robins would speak in fat, British voices). Voices from people in the park having fun floated over and several fishermen were out standing enjoying the evening. I saw one catch a bluegill! Almost went over to ask him if that's what it was but then I figured he probably wanted the peace and quiet of the evening so I would respect that. It's nice to enjoy someone else's enjoyment. I saw Grandmother Muskrat, or at least one of her many iterations, which stupidly made me overjoyed and almost feel like it was a good luck omen for the rest of my life.



Which, admittedly, has some rough bits in it. It's so hard to look forward without looking back and regretting the past. I know it's not proactive and it's too late to change anything now, but applying for medical schools makes me realize how much I didn't do right through college; that's just the plain fact of it. It's hard to face the fact that you may believe yourself to have qualities you want to show to the world and bring to the world, that make the meeting better for both, but it's nearly impossible to even get introduced. So that's one thing I've been struggling with. It's so important to keep going forward. There's also the whole what's going to happen to me and Scott when the summer's over thing, a big Thing which despite my best efforts continues to sit in my mind like an obnoxious elephant taking a dump. I think is coming out to color all of our interactions, the way I see us, and everything important. Sometimes I honestly don't know anything at all. 

But the only thing to do is keep on keeping on. Which I only just recently learned were lyrics from a Bob Dylan song. Actually, that's not right. I don't intend to keep on keeping on, because applying the same exact actions to life wouldn't change anything. I intend to keep on changing...on. Changing on? Remembering things that were once important to me (my god I was the most monumental nerd on the face of this earth providing, of course, those other earths that were terraformed by SPACE WARRIORS didn't have humans, duhhhhhhh), like reading lots of books including story books. Or hardcore doodling. Or...whatever. Remembering those as well as finding new things and refining, focusing in, on other old things like why exactly I want to go into medicine and working my ass off for it. To end with neither a bang, nor a whimper, but a cliche (so maybe a whimper)--life is just too fucking short. 

Amen. 

saturday

there's this certain point of time right between being tipsy and full on drunk where i will stand in a bar and look at the people around me and see a different species, almost, engaged in their daily or nightly behavior of talking, leaning wobbly into each other, laughing into each others' faces while their eyes don't really see anything. i feel like an alien come to earth: hell-o we are he-re to -ob-serve earth-ling. don't worry, it's not a lonesome or scary or discomforting feeling at all. if anything, it's fascinating and detached. plus i'm self aware enough to realize that i've done the same exact things. there are plenty of times where i talk to people the whole night and by the end of the night remember exactly nothing of what was said, though i do remember the tunnel of focusing on their faces, their smiling words, their flirtatious movements. sometimes i want to shout "IT'S JUST A DANCE" and then we'll wake up, join hands, make a ring and clap for the performances. othertimes i'm happy enough to just keep dancing my part too.

this is another point of time, when i am between being sober and full on tipsy. when i think these strange existential thoughts that make me wonder if anyone else thinks them to or if i am, irrevocably, different from the rest in some fundamental way and will i ever find my people? there is someone who i talk to like this, but to whom i can't be like this in real life: we're both constrained by some aspect of the real world when we interact there but over the internet, we can be as revealing or as free as we choose. and i wish that we could be like that in real life but i accept that we never really will be--and maybe what would be, in reality, would be tainted in a way by the constraints of person to person interaction, all those million variables we read, adjust to, have no control over. sometimes i wonder though.

there's the memory of a green glow stick around my head, crazy epileptic white lights, a pitcher on a table, my friend's lovely glasses, a wooden table, smoke in the air, a bathroom, balloons. sometimes there's a monologue in my head that names all these discrete things while i try to take their meaningful, realistic, sum in the real world.

it is past my bedtime as can be clearly seen through these incoherent existential ramblings, which are best served cold without an internet to hear

scribble scribble

i'd like to go to a place exposed in low tide, some huge expanse of beach that disappears at high tide. that way you can see a landscape change dramatically in a natural way in a human's time.

i'd like to see the white cliffs of dover because the color white is few and far between in geologic things. geologic things bigger than a pebble or a white sand beach where the beach is flat and the grains are tiny.

bits & pieces -

cathedral pine forest

plant a tree that you'll never see? thinking down to posterity

write more

why why why why why

running in the rain with your mouth wide open

getting so tired that you'll fall asleep immediately

it's you and me madly

so many things.

reading:  http://www.bbc.com/future/story/20130422-feeling-ill-swallow-a-parasite/ which is fascinating as all get go and i think i just made that phrase up. my favorite noteworthy thought in that article came from this quote "While on the plane, I decided to play a game and pretend that it’s caused by the loss of something rather than the addition of something.” i like this because it makes you realize that pretty much everything can be reframed, and once it's reframed it's no longer quite the same thing--the thought cascades it leads to are very different. 

second favorite quote being "Pig whipworm is very kosher."

today was day numero uno of trying out this washing hair with apple cider vinegar business. in the shower the smell made me confused as to whether i was showering or eating and reflexively i began to think about salad. short-term conclusion -- my hair feels softer but smells weirder. 

things i didn't do today: finish that application. BUT i made significant progress & will finish tomorrow. finish stats homework. BUT i did part of it yesterday. make bread. no BUTs for that one. not enough time. 

things i did do: get sources for my epic 12-page paper-to-be. whenever i think of not yet produced works of creativity i think of this one quotation i read somewhere once upon a time, about how some carver was so good that when he looked at a piece of wood or stone he saw the statue inside waiting to come out; yet another example of reframing, because in that case he was looking at what he needed to chip away to reveal something instead of carving something out of something else. 

biked to picnic point and walked to the very tip which they have denuded so there are only a few trees left and instead implanted a fancy amphitheater named after the illustrious ebling family. felt grateful that at least i could walk & see things & listen to music & move my fingers. 

foooood. all i want to think about is food. 

l;kjpoi

you know what a really tasty combination is? muenster cheese and figs, in the same bite. flavor overlap yummmumuumum muu muu.

i'm thinking about why my apartment's most appealing place to be isn't the spacious living room but instead the little table right in the entrance where you can hear the constant white noise whirring of the refrigerator (it drives me crazy, subtly); maybe it's because this table is right underneath a light and essentially the center of the apartment, so people naturally gravitate towards it because of physical pleasingness. that makes me wonder whether there's truth to feng shui and consequently, if there's truth to any of the other semi-mystic semi-scientific schools of thought out there.

what would i research if i could research anything?

• cancer. 'nuff said
• our guts (i kind of want to be a GI doctor...our guts are like entirely different organisms living within us!! they're (a) actually epithelial cells and therefore exterior space in a way (b) innervated by a DISTINCT NERVOUS SYSTEM, the enteric, which communicates with the CNS/PNS but is its own system (c) producers of a lot of hormones with systemic effects (d) actually quite closely tied to mental health and emotional health (d) full of microbes who live commensally with us and whose therapies we're just beginning to consider -- like a biome inside us! (e) involved in a lot of disease processes. the downsides being they're smelly and gross.
• behavioral economics
• positive psychology
• the effects of physical space on mental qualities...like why do people tend to sit next to those pillars near the terrace? what makes people group in certain ways?
• food science & food security
• when people are in a room experiencing the same phenomenon, like a movie, i want to scan everyone's brains all at once and see what's happening and if there are any emergent similarities
• how scientifically effective traditional medicine therapies are
• music and the brain
• NOT history 

i think my next food project to make is kimchi.

random thought from the film festival yesterday: sensory deprivation is a really powerful tool, bc ppl get desperate for some sensory stimulus & will eagerly latch onto and have positive emotions for any stimulus that comes along. absence is a thing too, just like how in music rests are just as important as notes--it can be an emphasis for what fills it or follows it.

the best metro ever

it's funny how one little thing can change your whole mood. but whatever, not going to dwell on that and i'm in a whole different city to be thinking about and doing other things.

i used to write in my old livejournal when i went to china on trips so here's my short spring break trip recounting. i'm in DC with my family and have been since Tuesday, with a long pleasant stop in the lovely city of Milwaukee Airport for about six hours since they cancelled our first flight in. it wasn't too bad, i read a book and looked at interesting clouds over the airport, though it did mean we had to pay an extortionist dressed up as a taxi driver to go six minutes to our hotel since we missed the complimentary shuttle ("and three extra dollars for the airport pickup, and three extra dollars for the luggage, and three extra dollars for the small person who you are travelling with!!" like an anti-oprah). the first recognizable thing i saw here in dc was the pentagon which i thought had a very militaristic and secretive air--though that may just be thinking. it's really odd to see a pentagonal building, architecture wise. it just looks like the building never ends, as you go around its faces.

anyway, we had no time to see anything that first night since we didn't get in until 11. but the second day we set out bright and early to go to (and this is where i can't remember where we went um...) the ART MUSEUM! okay i have to say how great it is that the smithsonians are all free. we were worried that the sequester might've closed them but they stayed open and they stayed free. how wonderful is that? and how appropriate? given the fact that the federal spending budget was $4 trillion last year, fuck yeah we should keep open these repositories of knowledge and history for everyone to come and freely learn from. i'll come down from the soapbox now. the art museum was beautiful in itself, architecture-wise (corinthian columns, thank you third grade greek history unit) and had so much art. i loved especially the pre-raphaelites exhibit, the sculptures, and the romantic landscape paintings. after that, we went to THE ZOO. i keep getting excited, that's why i keep capitalizing.

i love elephants. the one i saw was eating bamboo and breaking off the delicate leaves with its trunk by applying pressure with its foot on the stalk. saw clouded leopards, wolves, a bald eagle, a seal that looked  sick :(, a lion trying to fish a piece of cardboard out of its pool, a spectacled bear, and other things which i can't remember. the pandas we went to see this morning, since they were gone by the time we got there yesterday. sadly, the panda was far away so i could barely (bearly, heh) see it but it obligingly walked tantalizingly closer then far away again and i got a few pictures. i tried not to see too many things through the camera lens and not through my eyes, but i still took a lot of pictures. 

today we went to the natural history museum. my favorite part was probably, lamely, the gallery featuring the best nature photography of last year. also the geology exhibit. as the weekend draws near people have begun to flood into these touristy places and by the third hour of going through the museum i decided i never wanted to be in a room with more than fifteen people at a time ever again. time to escape. we had seafood at legal seafood restaurant, which was amazing (fried oyster! half a lobster! and my chicken wtf, fish sandwich which was the tastiest i've ever had), then returned to walk around national mall, having vowed off all museums for at least 20 hours. we walked to the jefferson memorial along the tidal basin, looked at the one cherry tree brave enough to blossom, and came back. 

this is getting long, so i'll be done soon. it is unfortunately cold in dc, probably like 40 with the windchill so it's made walking around kind of unpleasant. it's also made the cherry trees kind of not-blooming, which was one of the whole reasons why we came to dc this break. alas. other than that, it's been really tiring, full days which go by too quickly and there's still more of dc to see. for example, the white house--i was astonished that the white house sat right in the middle of the city, since for some reason i remembered it being off in a more secluded area, and my mom decided that is just uneducated of me so we are going to walk by there. will wave to obama. oh, and the title for this post was obvious because really, dc does have the best metro train system i've ever experienced (out of beijing, shanghai, chicago, nyc, san francisco bart--no germany, which i've heard is excellent). the tunnels are high, the trains are wide, it's smooth and just so wonderful. it's crazy to imagine how they made the subway systems. what a feat! 

excited for tomorrow.

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sometimes i wish i was a tree. or a rock. a sequoia tree. a boulder with a good view. i wish that, tonight.

cumulative years

my friends are all amazing. they inspire me and surprise me, and in that way remind me we all have the capacity to surprise. they are by turns hilarious, insightful, thoughtful, wise, stubborn, strong, witty, intelligent. fragile. i sometimes forget what it really means for every person to be a person, narrating their lives from inside their heads, and being by default the center of a universe of their own interpretation. we have a tendency, i feel, to assume the constancy and confidence of others since we can only see what they show us after all. everyone else is an actor secondary to your life, doing things you can't understand the motivation of, but which you can only interpret in relation to yourself. it seems fixed. but you are that for them, and they are that for you, which just goes to show how easily the roles can be flipped and are in fact the same.