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Feeling the Heat June 29, 2009

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Eunice, Eugenia and Goldie wait their turns while Rocki enjoys the wading pool.

Eunice, Eugenia and Goldie wait their turns while Rocki enjoys the wading pool.

It’s hot outside, and it’s all anyone can talk about. It’s like some kind of minor apocalypse, this grueling Texas heatwave, combined with a choking drought that has lasted since 2007. Each morning the sun roars over the horizon, snorting and throwing its great, angry weight about the sky like a bull in a ring. Before noon, temperatures have reached triple-digit proportions, and the chickens are panting in the shade, their tongues bobbing in the bottoms of their beaks, jabbing like little pink knives at the barbarous heat. The edges of the plants curl inward, the water in the birdbath is greedily devoured by the hot air, and the basin is left to sizzle in the sun. My kitchen is invaded by mad hordes of thirsty ants; they drink the cats’ water, and skitter dementedly in my sink.

The area’s creeks and rivers have shriveled into scummy, stagnant pools. In town, the sidewalks are empty, blasted clean and white in the scouring sun.

Fans whirl. Air conditioners hiss and moan. Libraries and other public buildings crowd with fugitives from the heat.  It’s too hot to cook, it’s too hot to eat. It’s too hot to swim, even, too hot to run the vacuum, too hot to sleep. It’s too hot to think, or even breathe. The greedy air steals into my nostrils and snakes into my lungs, pulling the moisture from the inside of my body and away from me.

Night is no cooler,  just darker. Even after sunset solar heat burns all the way through from the other side of the earth, radiating up through the soil in hot gasps that only remind us of the day’s suffering, and the throat-sticking, skin-peeling agony of tomorrow.

In order to maintain my sanity, I’m compiling a list of GOOD things about this hellish, hateful, harrowing heat:

  1. Sun tea.
  2. Standing in line at the grocery (or anywhere else with AC) is a pleasant respite instead of an annoying waste of time.

Well, that’s all I got so far.

Suggestions are welcome. This is my sanity we’re talking about, folks.

A Gift From God June 8, 2009

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Photo from Southwest Paddlers

Photo from Southwest Paddlers

Yesterday, my husband and I rented a kayak and took a meandering trip down the San Marcos River. Before I met him, I don’t think I had ever once thought about kayaking. Since then, I have been kayaking three times, and each time, I am reminded how much I like it! Kayaking is like taking a walk, only you’re in a boat instead of on a path, and you’re using your arms and torso instead of your legs and butt.

It was a great way to spend a Sunday morning, communing with nature, and reacquainting myself with the pleasure of prolonged physical movement. Being in outdoors in a natural area is an almost-guaranteed way for me to connect with God. When I lived in Hot Springs, Arkansas, I was in the practice of taking a long hike on Sunday morning. It was irresistibly hassle-free because the city of Hot Springs is actually located within a national forest, and there are trail entrances all over the place. There’s just something about being enveloped in nature, surrounded by such beautiful complexity, that seems purer to me than any church building, no matter how ornate, or spartan.

And, because I can’t control myself about this: I had to pick up some trash. It never fails to amaze me how river enthusiasts are some of the worst offenders when it comes to littering! Besides  being a form of pollution, litter is ugly! I pick up trash, not to be all -high-and-mighty about it, only because it strikes me that if I consciously notice a piece of littler and don’t pick it up, it’s like that piece of trash got thrown on the ground all over again.

My efforts, however, were appreciated by God, Who floated me a can of beer down the river. I reached out to grab what I thought was another piece of trash, and was rewarded with a cool, unopened can of Keystone Light. I know– you’re thinking Keystone Light, Milly? God must have not been overly appreciative!  But that in itself was proof of Who sent it to me. Who else but God knew that I actually prefer cheap, watery beer when I’m on the lake, or at the beach or on the river?

Chickens Are Très Chic! May 16, 2009

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Miss Edna. Her cheeks are fluffier than yours are.

Miss Edna. Her cheeks are fluffier than yours are.

Just before I got my chickens, I remarked to a friend (who was also about to embark on her own chicken experience) that I anticipated a profound learning experience. I had no idea how right that statement was, how much I would learn, and how much simply having some chickens in my yard would change me.

Chickens are amazing little creatures. Before I had chickens and was therefore able to observe them up-close-and-personal, there were, in my mind, a lot of myths about chickens. For instance, I’d heard that chickens were moronically stupid, and would drown themselves by throwing their heads back and opening their beaks to a rainstorm. Nevermind that this makes no sense if you think about it for longer than two seconds. I never questioned it. I also assumed they were indiscriminate omnivores, and would eat anything you put in front of them. This is also not true. Chickens have very specific preferences.  Or mine do, anyway.  They love mushrooms and grapes and tomatoes. Especially tomatoes. Tomatoes send them into a fluttering, jumping, squawking, trilling, pecking ecstasy of excitement. They like to be fed the plump caterpillars from my flower garden, which I pluck from the lantana bushes with a pair of chopsticks. They also like to eat my ferns, which is considerably less charming, and seems to be something of a thrill simply because it causes me to squawk and flutter as I shoo them back into the yard. Surprisingly, they don’t care for mango or blackberries, red bell pepper or carrot. And all of them but one are teetotalers. Only Goldie, one of my reds, has a taste for wine. I serve it to her in an acorn cap, like a tiny chalice. No, I am not kidding about that. I have happy hour with my chickens nearly every afternoon. (more…)

The Honeymoon is O-V-E-R April 22, 2009

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Notice how my eye patch is kinda in the shape of the contiguous United States.

Notice how my eye patch is kinda in the shape of the contiguous United States.

So I’ve been doing this thing with the chickens for the past few days, where they flap around inside their enclosure for a few seconds before lighting on my arm or my shoulder or, once, my head. It makes me giggle like a maniac, because,well, it’s hard not to giggle when you’re wearing a chicken. As a hat.

Until one of them pecks you in the eyeball.

This puts a whole new spin on those one-eyed pirates and their shoulder-parrots of yore.

My left eye feels like half a pound of ground glass has been poured into it. Like I’ve been slapped across the face by the scabrous hand of the devil himself. Which, for some reason has caused my left sinus cavities to declare an emergency and seal themselves shut. So I’m  functioning on one eye and one nostril. Plus, I need to write a twelve-page paper about volcanoes.

The upside? I feel justified in consuming more wine than I normally would on a weeknight. And my husband keeps feeding me cheese.

Because, you know. Cheese makes everything better.

And also: I may now be officially qualified to sell pencils on the street corner.

Meet Your Meat March 25, 2009

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This is a very pretty cow.

This is a very pretty cow.

Last week was Spring Break, and I spent most of it outside, hoeing soil, planting seeds, digging rocks, and of course- doting on my darling baby chickens.  Out there in the sun and the fresh air and the birdsong, I couldn’t help but wonder how humans have gotten so far off track. It wasn’t that long ago that most people did this kind of work every day. It wasn’t a relaxing hobby, it was survival. How did we become convinced that it was better to spend eight hours beneath the fluorescent lights than to feel the sun on your shoulders? Who decided that it was preferable to gaze catatonically at a computer screen than to witness the magic of bean sprouts bursting through the soil, unfurling their delicate green necks, and opening their faces to the sky? Being outside, growing plants, feeding chicks, using your muscles and your mind and your heart to coax fruit from the Earth – all of it feels right in some fundamental, supposed-to-be kind of way.

And then a friend of mine sent me a link to this video. It was as though the Universe were attempting to punctuate my thoughts with the contrasting reality. The video is a demonstration of how it’s NOT supposed to be, but is. (more…)

Rethinking the CFL February 15, 2009

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Less than brilliant, but oh-so-21st-century!

As an environmental science major at Texas State University, I get exposed to a lot of “green” ideas: composting, geothermal heating techniques, and solar energy, for example. Most of what I learn has been enlightening and informative. So when everyone in the department began raving about the importance of replacing traditional, incandescent bulbs with compact fluorescent light bulbs, I went along with it. After all, the benefits seemed obvious. Sure, a box of those cute little twirly bulbs was several times more expensive than a package of regular light bulbs, but by switching, I could save myself $43.80 per year in energy costs. It was printed right there on the box. It made good financial sense. Beyond that, I could console myself with the knowledge that my light fixtures were responsible for less toxic ick in the atmosphere; CFLs use less electricity, which means the power plants were generating less pollution on my behalf.

Since the introduction of the CFL, I have invested in about seven of them. So far, I haven’t noticed any significant decrease in my electricity bill. Maybe that’s because I was already in the habit of turning off lights that I wasn’t using. But, what is more disappointing to me is that I don’t like the light they produce. The first time I installed a CFL and turned on the lamp, I was instantly disheartened. The cozy reading nook which had once been bathed in tranquil, amber light was now awash in glaring sterility. Soothing? No. Relaxing? No. It felt like a reading nook at a doctor’s office, like there should be a shabby pile of out-of-date bass fishing magazines and tattered Highlights for Kids piled up beside the chair. But did I unscrew the bulb and re-install the faithful, chubby little incandescent bulb which had been doing me right for months? No. I didn’t. I sighed, and resigned myself to my inferior lighting situation for the sake of the environment.

But now that I’ve been reading about it, I’m pretty sure that CFLs are the opposite of good for the environment, because there’s mercury-a known neurotoxin-inside them. Ever broken a light bulb? Yeah, me too. What are you supposed to do if you break a light bulb full of poison? The packages I’ve purchased don’t say. But the EPA says to leave the room for fifteen minutes, turn off your AC or heating system, open a window, and forbid anyone from walking through the contaminated area. Then, you’re supposed to “Carefully scoop up glass pieces and powder using stiff paper or cardboard and place them in a glass jar with metal lid (such as a canning jar) or in a sealed plastic bag. Use sticky tape, such as duct tape, to pick up any remaining small glass fragments and powder. Wipe the area clean with damp paper towels or disposable wet wipes. Place towels in the glass jar or plastic bag. Do not use a vacuum or broom to clean up the broken bulb on hard surfaces.”

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I see CFLs all the time now. And I have to wonder: How many people know that if they break one, they’ve suddenly got a little haz-mat situation on their hands? This begs the question, what are you supposed to do with the CFLs that expire? It is inadvisable to throw them into the garbage because of the mercury in them, which has the potential to leach into groundwater, or somewhere else mercury shouldn’t be. TCEQ says that it’s legal to dispose of CFLs in household trash (the agency recommends sealing them in a plastic bag first) if there isn’t a place to recycle them locally, but that doesn’t make me feel good.  Some stores, such a Home Depot, offer CFL recycling drop-off centers. But how many people are really going to make a special trip in their already-busy schedules to drop off a few old light bulbs at a recycling center? It’s hard enough getting people to recycle aluminum cans and paper.

I’m not against innovation. And I’m definitely not against reducing energy consumption. But this is one environmentalist who cannot advocate the substitution of sketchy innovation in place of easy-implemented lifestyle changes, like turning off the lights in empty rooms, and powering down computers at the end of a day. Emissions from power plants are a nasty problem, and I know- there’s mercury in those, too. But why hasn’t there been a big campaign to get people to reduce their energy consumption? I’ll tell you why.

Dolla dolla bills, y’all.

Green: What Does it Mean? November 13, 2008

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Are you as cool as this guy?

Are you as cool as this guy?

A few months ago, my husband and I were visiting his grandmother and some members of his extended family. During a lull in the conversation, my husband’s aunt leaned forward and asked us, “So, have y’all ‘gone green’ yet?” My husband and I were confused. What was she talking about? we wondered. It took me a few minutes to realize she was asking if we had boarded the bandwagon to Cool Town. She was referring to the trend du jour:Green-ness.

As an Environmental Studies major, I spend 10 hours a day immersed in literature and conversations about energy, sustainable agriculture, soil degradation, and the integrity of water supplies as part of my coursework, and because I’m interested in these issues. I wouldn’t classify myself as “green” because I don’t really know what that’s supposed to mean. I do make some environmentally responsible choices that are practical to my life and income: I recycle, I compost, I hang my clothes on a line instead o using a dryer, I carpool, I don’t eat a lot of meat. As my education has expanded, I have altered my choices in accordance with a deepened awareness. Maybe my husband’s aunt simply forgot that I study the environment and human impact thereon. But her question about “going green” highlights an interesting cultural phenomenon. (more…)

A Hill of Beans November 4, 2008

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The Beaneater by Annibale Carracci

This bean-eating peasant guy knows what's up. (The Beaneater by Annibale Carracci.)

Besides chocolate and wine, beans are pretty much my favorite food. Not only are beans a delicious and versatile dietary staple, but they are a nutritional powerhouse, providing complex carbohydrates, protein, and fiber. Plus, there are about a jillion different kinds of beans, so if you don’t like one variety, you can always try another. It is my personal belief that, as human beings, we are absolutely supposed to be eating beans. A lot of beans. Beans are magic morsels of yumminess, gifted to us by the Creator Of The Universe. Every culture in the world eats beans.

One of my professors theorizes that if the human race switched to eating beans and rice instead of meat (and reduced our consumption of other, non-food resources such as fuel and housing material), Earth’s resources would be able to support 40 billion people. Overpopulation wouldn’t be lurking ominously on the horizon. Instead, we’d all be one big, happy, (flatulent) family. (more…)

Making the Most-a Costa Rica August 30, 2008

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In the rain forest, there are leaves big enough to wear as hats, or use as umbrellas.

In the rain forest, there are leaves big enough to wear as hats, or use as umbrellas.

For those of you who have been waiting with bated breath for me to recount my Costa Rican experience, I do apologize for the delay. I’ve been home for over a week, but was preoccupied with the commencement of the fall semester. What a reality check! One minute I’m knee-deep in rain forest mud, the next minute I’m hunched against the air conditioner’s polar exhalations, while the sterile fluorescent lighting dilutes my tan. A class room is a great place to learn, but it’s easy to forget that a place needn’t have four walls and a top-of-the-line projector system to qualify as a learning environment.

So, with no further ado, I give you….Costa Rica! There are many, many more pictures on my Flickr, just click the doodad on the right to vacation vicariously through Yours Truly. (more…)

Rivers ≠ Trash Cans July 27, 2008

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trash picked up out of the Blanco River

Me, holding some of y'all's nasty-ass trash. Seriously folks. Y'all are gross.

This is a public service announcement for those of you who might be confused about whether or not a river is the same thing as a trash can. It’s not. It’s the opposite of a trash can, actually.

My husband and I pick up trash out of the Blanco River several times every month. We do it because we like being outside, we like walking around in the river, and we like the wildlife that we get to observe up-close. Plus, we have to trespass to gain access to the river, and we figure the people whose land we’re traipsing across will be more forgiving if they see we’re performing a public service unbidden. We could, of course, not pick up the trash. Trash is gross, after all.

But that’s why we do it. We don’t like the river to be choked up with the ugly detritus of Disposable America. What really blows my mind is that most of the river trash isn’t just debris that has washed into the river with runoff water. It’s trash from river recreationalists (you know, people that like the river too): Styrofoam bait containers, plastic packages that once held fishing lures, beer cans, empty bottles of suntan lotion, worn-out koozies, cigarette butts, plastic grocery bags, etc. I could point out the fact that there are loads of things that live in the river, animals whose homes and/or drinking water are being treated contemptuously, but if you can’t even care that you’re polluting something that YOU like, I don’t expect you to care that a turtle doesn’t want your @#$%*! plastic water bottle all up in its face.

My question is, if you like to hang out at the river, why would you treat it like a garbage can? I mean, would you want to sunbathe on the banks of a big, foul, soggy trashpile? Is that where you want to fish? I don’t get it. That kind of disregard and irreverent treatment of something you actually like completely confuses me.