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    Sunday, February 21, 2010

    Body Composition Analysis

    I just found an ancient body composition analysis that was performed on me one of the (many) times I joined The Spa in Chapel Hill.

    Behold the results of the Futrex-5000 NIR Assessment:

    Sex: Female
    Current Weight: 124 lbs
    Body Frame: Medium
    Height: 62.0 inches
    Exercise frequency: 4/5
    Exercise intensity: 4/5
    Exercise time: 4/5
    Body Fat: 22.0% (trainer's handwritten note beside this says "Good")
    Fat weight: 27 lbs
    Lean (fat-free weight): 97 lbs
    Total Body Water: 33.10 liters or 58.7%
    Recommended Maximum Weight: Maintain Current Weight

    Based on what I recall of the experience and the chronological history of my life, I'm estimating this analysis must have been conducted 9-12 years ago. Specifically, perhaps the Summer of 1998 (when I was working in Carolina Meadows?), possibly the Summer of 1999 (before and after I worked at the Framingham Heart Study), or possibly the Summer of 2001 while I bided my time between college and moving to NYC. It probably was not high school because I believe I always worked out at The Club for Women Only the whole duration of high school.

    Sunday, February 14, 2010

    Happy Valentine's Day - I Love Me



    It's amazing how therapeutic buying yourself a present can be. People often talk about buying themselves a present, but I wonder how many of those presents are actually presented in a meaningful way to the receiver, e.g., gift-wrapped with a sentimental card attached, when the receiver is yourself.

    When I engage in the act of getting/making a gift for someone special, my mind is forced into a place of tenderness for the gift recipient. I try to think of gifts that will make the person feel utterly spoiled. N.B. "spoiled" does not have to equal expensive to me--I think that a gift that satisfies any overlooked desire or avoided indulgence can fit the bill (my gift recipients may beg to differ here :) ).

    This Valentine's Day, I'm celebrating the genesis of love: myself.

    [You know what they say--you can't love another until you love yourself. When you strengthen your own love, you strengthen your romantic love, which many of us unconsciously aim for due to the strong human pair-bonding instinct.]

    Saturday, February 6, 2010

    Awesome High School Teacher - Food, Land, and You

    Article from the NY Times. Omg, I should really get started on my nonprofit project.

    By HANNAH WALLACE
    Published: February 5, 2010

    About 20 high school students stood behind the butcher counter, staring at a 160-pound piece of meat from a recently slaughtered cow.

    “All of our meat comes from local farms, and we get it all whole,” said Tom Mylan, 33, one of three butchers at the Meat Hook, a new butcher shop in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, that buys its meat locally and prizes nose-to-tail eating. “We don’t just buy steaks or pork chops or whatever.”

    “How much does the whole cow cost?” one boy in a white hoodie had asked moments before. Answer: about $3.25 a pound. “Do you slaughter here?” asked another. Short answer: no—most slaughterhouses are upstate. “What is chorizo?” asked a girl. Answer: a spicy Spanish sausage.

    These curious students, all juniors and seniors at Automotive High School in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, are taking a class called “Food, Land, and You.” Introduced by Jenny Kessler, a teacher at the school, three years ago, this elective English course is a primer about food broadly defined — its social, political and economic aspects. While dozens of New York City public schools have edible gardens, or offer student-grown food on the cafeteria menu, Ms. Kessler’s class is unusual in the wider perspective it takes.

    “Food justice is a huge issue,” Ms. Kessler, 31, said. “But we study and talk blatantly about it — who has access to this food and why.”

    Ms. Kessler’s pupils study factory farming and corn subsidies, read articles by Michael Pollan and Wendell Berry and watch documentaries like “Food, Inc.,” a dark look at the nation’s industrialized food system. They also tend a 2,500-square-foot organic vegetable garden that borders their school, financing it with funds they raise and with support from the New York chapter of Slow Food U.S.A. In season, their plot teems with cucumbers, eggplant, okra, peas, red cabbage, spinach, tomatoes and many herbs. The teenagers can take the food home free, and they sell the rest at an after-school farm stand.

    But the popularity of Ms. Kessler’s class — it is one of the most sought-after at the school, according to Mary Brouder, the principal — may be due to the frequent trips, like the one to the Meat Hook.

    In the fall, for example, Ms. Kessler took her charges to the Queens County Farm Museum, where they collected eggs, worked with compost and helped clear garden beds. She also secured a stand for her students at the Union Square Greenmarket, where they ran cooking demonstrations, and she organized a volunteer stint for them at the Bowery Mission, where they made lunch for the homeless.

    Twice a year, Ms. Kessler also takes her students to Hawthorne Valley Farm in Ghent, N.Y., where they make apple cider and apple pies from scratch, feed the pigs and sweep up cow manure. For many of these students, who hail from gritty neighborhoods like Bedford-Stuyvesant and East New York, that excursion marks their first visit to a farm.

    Back at the Meat Hook, another butcher, Brent Young, 27, was displaying the tools of his trade.

    “Ninety percent of our work is done with our knives, most importantly this five-inch European-style breaking knife,” Mr. Young said, pulling the tool out of his scabbard for all to see. He then pointed out the band saw (used for cutting through thick bones), the three-horsepower meat grinder (for sausages and ground beef) and a hand saw (for cutting through muscle and bone). When a student asked if there were ever any accidents, Mr. Mylan produced a chain-mail vest, which he said the butchers use “when we’re doing really serious work.”

    “Sometimes,” he added, “the dense bone and hard muscle is not exactly where you thought it was and that knife will just come through and you can really hurt yourself.”

    When it came time to sampling some raw meat — something these butchers do every day to ensure the meat is of high quality — the students hesitated.

    “If it’s nasty, I’m not going to try it again,” said Denzel Conze, 18.

    Ben Turley, 29, another of the Meat Hook butchers, cut a raw flatiron steak into thin slices, sprinkling each with some salt.

    “It tastes like salty gummy bears,” Jamie Colon, 16, said after a bite of the meat.

    Most of Ms. Kessler’s students live in “food deserts”—neighborhoods with lots of fast food but little fresh produce or other healthy fare. Automotive High School’s students are predominantly low income, too, with 75 percent of them qualifying for a free lunch, according to Ms. Brouder.

    Though the students may not return to the Meat Hook to buy the homemade sausages ($10.99 a pound), or even the grass-fed beef ($6 a pound), that’s not really the point. “The purpose of going there is just for them to know it’s out there,” Ms. Kessler said. “It’s really hard to cement in their heads that there are other options to industrial food.”

    Sunday, January 31, 2010

    New Leaf #1: Cooking



    It's nice to get back into the swing of things in the kitchen. It's even nicer to get back to trying to make healthier, more delicious versions of old restaurant staples. Behold, Palak Tofu.

    Palak and saag paneer are my Indian comfort foods, yet even when I had the time, I put off making it because I'd heard rumors that a food processor was involved. The horror! Cooking for me is an organic, funky, sensory affair rather than a high-speed, motorized clean-hand endeavor that gets the job done with the touch of a button.

    I've been experimenting with protein shakes daily as of late, which has put me in frequent contact with my mini food processor. Since it was already out, I decided I might as well throw some spinach into it and make my favorite dish once and for all. Once I got into the thick of things, though, I realized processing was unnecessary for my purposes--I always prefer the chunkier versions. The result: a solid B+! Needed more garlic.

    Thursday, January 28, 2010

    A new old leaf



    It's a new decade, for both me and the Gregorian calendar. Whether it be developmental, chronological, or sheer serendipity, a new leaf has most certainly been overturned at this stage of my life cycle. I've freed myself of the capitalist prison where so many evolved thoughts, vivid dreams, and loud laughs have no place to flourish. The proletariat is just no place for someone who has no respect for the bourgeoisie.

    Regrets are for the weak, which I can be sometimes. I regret that my internal fearmaster told me that I have to enter a capitalist prison in order to be able to disclaim it, my intuitive knowledge being insufficient to justify my disparagement of such things. I can see the logic (how many stalks of empty bamboo can one person be, lol?!), but it's been a grueling and painful ride indeed.

    Whew. Thank goodness for new leaves.

    Sunday, April 26, 2009

    Home Furnishings


    A few months ago, Facebook was besieged by a plague of lists wherein people would share things about themselves. Not usually one to engage in mass hysterics, I would have sat this one out per usual, but my sister suggested we should both participate out of familial duty since our cousins had expressed interest in our doing so. Of course, I ended up the George to her Jerry, detailing various perceived idiosyncracies about myself in a painstaking act of reveal-thy-self, while she never quite got around to it. Bah humbug.

    In that list (see below), I mentioned that home furnishings stress me out. Example: behold my teacups! I love them, but the thought of having to keep up with them and ensure their safety as I move from place to place is enough to make me want to just sell them off right now.

    The List 25
    1. Facebook stresses me out sometimes (case in point right here), as do doormen, home furnishings, and non-hair-related conversations with hairstylists.

    2. I recently discovered that my abdomen has an onion intolerance, not the six embryos I had originally suspected.

    3. I used to think I should live without regrets, but now I think that my regrets teach me important life lessons.

    4. I start counting my regrets at kindergarten (because my pre-school self just didn't know any better).

    5. All of my regrets involve interpersonal relationships, which I am terrible at navigating (but I'm sure you already knew that).

    6. My first regret stems from the first day of kindergarten, when I was so relieved that Amy Smialowicz asked me to play that I am quite sure that I did not turn back to wave goodbye to my mother.

    7. My second regret is that I never thanked Amy Smialowicz for asking me to play.

    8. I attended four colleges in four years.

    9. I resent all the other April Changs in the world for diluting the powerful cachet attached to my name.

    10. A placenta once fell onto my shoe. The stain just recently faded.

    11. I have a recurring nightmare where I fail my childhood piano teacher.

    12. I'm interested in living in a commune of people who are successful, intelligent, and don't make me vomit. Please send leads.

    13. I secretly wish everyone knew about my blog.

    14. I took a weekend trip to Los Angeles with nothing but a carry-on suitcase and ended up staying there for a year.

    15. I went nuts wearing my entire wardrobe when I returned from LA, but now I want to go back to having no belongings.

    16. I grew up watching almost 40 hours of television per week.

    17. Some jobs I've had: blueberry picker, street hustler (of comedy tickets), Pepsi Challenge promotional photographer, birth doula, nanny, telemarketer. This list is still growing.

    18. Masseuses always tell me I'm flexible and have soft skin, but I think that's because they're used to hairy old people.

    19. I once had an eyelash that was 1.5 inches long. I wanted to submit it to Guinness, but I couldn't find a photographer with both the skillz and willingness to photograph my novelty act.

    20. As a child, I tried to domesticate a fly by trapping it in a plastic container and naming it Fred. To my horror, he died a few days later.

    21. I also once used my Care Bear stuffed animal to mop up spilled apple juice.

    22. And would stuff half-eaten hot dogs under the couch.

    23. And would bite the edge of an oblong throw pillow and thrash it around while calling it a hot dog.

    24. Self-checkout terminals have allowed me to live out my lifelong dream of being a grocery store clerk.

    25. I have four alarm clocks and can sleep through all of them.

    Sunday, April 5, 2009

    Jobs for Me

    The following is a list of jobs I think I could enjoy, in no particular order (culled from the results of a 5-minute quiz on The Princeton Review's website):

    • set designer. coincidentally, i wrote a paper on this career option in 9th grade, much to the dismay of my uptight Advanced English teacher). but n.b. this would have to be for sets for projects with meaning because ultimately i couldn't stress out about where Gwen Stefani's video screen was.
    • florist. would have to develop green thumb. but like the contribution to aesthetics this job would provide. plus, clear opportunity for own business and distinguish self from rest (competitive spirit satisfied).
    • mediator. a little ho-hum, but easy transition from current job. plus, opportunity for own business. one-on-one counseling element satisfied and working on something with meaning/respected/non-frivolous.
    • trial lawyer. i'm surprised at this one because i have recently realized i detest selling/persuading others (either you see the light or you don't). one-on-one counseling potential, respected work, but ho-hum.
    • writer. yep. but enslaved or free agent?
    • secretary. but too high stakes because your principal relies on you for everything.
    • professor. but need to know too much? satisfies prestige, respectability, non-sell-out but not a sucker, get one-on-one counseling element and showmanship.
    • nutritionist. but low on the rung--why not doctor. = respectability in question. one-on-one counseling/imparting knowledge satisfied. field of interest.
    • fashion designer. yes. i'll take this to include jewelry. but uphill battle w/ $.
    • cosmetologist. yes. i'll take this to include estheticians. one-on-one counseling. work of value. aesthetic-oriented. own business opportunity. potential to school everyone.
    • comedian. yep. uphill battle w/ $.
    • college administrator. yes. one-on-one counseling (if student services/residential related). academic environment = respectable.
    • career counselor. yes. one-on-one counseling, imparting knowledge.
    • artist. see fashion designer.
    • antiques dealer. own business, specialized knowledge, public-oriented.
    • actor. see comedian.