DO NOT READ THIS POST, EITHER

FREADOMYou’re still here? Brilliant, you are my kind of reader. Curious, independent, and patient with my lapses.

This week has been designated by the American Library Association as Banned Books Awareness week. Obviously, I spend a lot more than one week a year thinking about book activism, but at this time I get the benefit of echoes from other voices and other media.

Banned Book Week is not (just) a way of promoting literacy. It is not (just) a chance to read a good book.

It is evidence that our libraries are more than stores of books and resources. Libraries are sites of protest. Those books sit on contentious ground. Did you know there is a Library Bill of Rights?

The American Library Association affirms that all libraries are forums for information and ideas, and that the following basic policies should guide their services.

I. Books and other library resources should be provided for the interest, information, and enlightenment of all people of the community the library serves. Materials should not be excluded because of the origin, background, or views of those contributing to their creation.

II. Libraries should provide materials and information presenting all points of view on current and historical issues. Materials should not be proscribed or removed because of partisan or doctrinal disapproval.

III. Libraries should challenge censorship in the fulfillment of their responsibility to provide information and enlightenment.

IV. Libraries should cooperate with all persons and groups concerned with resisting abridgment of free expression and free access to ideas. (the complete Bill of Rights can be found here)

Honestly, when did it occur to you that a library might need a Bill of Rights? It’s totally okay if it was just right now. It was pretty recent that I had to adjust my concept of libraries. Growing up, other kids had sports and church to fill their weekends. I spent mine in the safety and comfort of the library stacks. It represented nothing but positivity, possibility. There couldn’t possibly be anything WRONG with a library. And I was lucky enough to be in a community that seemed to share my enthusiasm.

LIBRARY

Yes, that really is the Boise Public Library I grew up with, and it really does have an exclamation point (which is an excellent story for another time).

So you might imagine my surprise this April at seeing my childhood district in the news over a challenged book.

You might imagine the indignant face I made at all this mess. Students who have read it say The Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian with genuine affection and excitement. I moved it to the top of my reading pile, and I’m glad I did, for all of these reasons.

Cut to this summer, where I was given the task of creating a digital story in service of a cause of my choice. Here’s what I came up with:

Here’s one from a fellow talented writer that Marylhurst is lucky to have; Timothy Merrit:

Closing thoughts, ala Sherman Alexie:

I suddenly understood that if every moment of a book should be taken seriously, then every moment of a life should be taken seriously as well.

Further reading: thinkbannedthoughts, bannedbooksweek.org, and now that school is back in session, here’s the update to that story.

A brief venture into the diet-blog genre

The newest sign that I’m kind of a grown up: adopting (and sticking to) a diet. It’s been about 6 months and I’ve lost about 8 pounds. I feel better, almost all my clothes fit, and people have noticed the difference. People have been asking questions, and this is the best route for me to give context and facts for what I’ve been exploring and experiencing. Although it is the most visible effect, losing weight was not the principal goal in changing my diet. It’s another strategy I’m employing in my ongoing battle with endometriosis.

susan sarandonIsn’t it silly that we need to be reminded this? But that’s fodder for another post…

Today is Part 1 of my Endo Diet. Here’s the information that made me willing to give up cheese and bread which I could (and have) lived on exclusively. It’s closely related to the anti-inflammatory diet that has gained popularity with arthritis sufferers. First it starts with a wee bit of science: Prostaglandins.

Prostaglandins are lipids made in your body when and where they are needed, in response to an illness or injury. Here’s the quick and dirty on them in the general health and wellness sense. They are obviously important little helpers. Here’s the short-story-long about their connection to dysmennorhoea. But for my purposes, here’s the gist:

They control processes of inflammation, redirecting blood flow, the formation of blood clots. You know, the Unholy Trinity of Womanhood.

They control ovulation, menstrual cycling, and induce labor. You know, the Gauntlet of Womanhood.

for dummies

Have I mentioned this? I read it. I loved it.

So, they’re useful and necessary and helpful for recovering from injuries, be them occasional like a bruise or recurring like menstruation. Eventually, your bruise heals and the swelling goes down. Your period ends, the bleeding stops, the cramping stops. What I think of as the good prostaglandins step in to inhibit the inflammation, they tell your muscles to relax.

With endometriosis, I’m sort of always injured. I may not always be bleeding, I may not always be hurting but those growths are always there, and my body always knows they shouldn’t be. So the prostaglandins are telling my guts to cramp (get rid of those clots!) and my abdomen to swell (to protect from the angry ovaries!).

How do you try to control something that your body creates naturally? Turns out that diet can make a big difference in two ways: limiting things that excite the prostaglandins responsible for inflammation, and adopting things that help your body inhibit inflammation.

Since they are lipids, your body makes them out of fat. The first thing to change in my diet was fat.

None trans fats. That’s an easy enough one to avoid with anything that comes with nutrition facts and everyone knows they are unhealthy. Saturated fats are to be avoided too, I haven’t been able to eliminate them, but I’m choosing them differently. Dairy is almost totally out, because it heightens your body’s inflammatory response. (I rock fat free Greek yogurt though, for protein and live cultures for digestion) I’ve actually gone for months now without any butter, and rarely vegetable oil.  I have adopted avocado oil for cooking, it’s full of great things. I’m using coconut oil for baking and damn near everything else because it’s perfect for… DAMN NEAR EVERYTHING.

champagne diet

Soy. This one I really have eliminated entirely, because it’s easier to avoid than you might think. And there are many more reasons to do so than you might think.

Soy is high in phytoestrogen, which for purposes here you can just read as estrogen (but please read more because it’s kinda fascinating). My body is super sensitive to estrogen. I don’t want to put any in it, like, at all. This property of soy can inhibit your body’s absorption of calcium, magnesium, and iron. These are crazy-important for women with cramping and bleeding. It can raise your body’s need for Vitamins D and B-12.

Gluten. This one is getting easier to avoid because people are so much more aware of gluten allergies and intolerances. Women with endo seem to be a little more prone to gluten sensitivity. Either way, processed flours and wheats contain phytic acid that can aggravate cramps. It’s with reluctance that I avoid bread, but it has given me the reason to try pumpkin seeds, flax, hemp, and chia seeds.

no soy no gluten protein

I’ll rave about these things in Part 2

Red meat: not all that hard for me to eliminate. I’ve never been into burgers. Steak only excites me if it’s super high quality slabs of heaven that was grass fed and smothered in a wine reduction. That is an exception to my diet I’m willing to make, because grass fed is not only delectable, it’s better for you. Note the Omega-3 and antioxidants.

Sugar–Another that is getting easier to avoid, but I recognize it’s going to be a long process for me to be close to sugar-free. A sugary diet can heighten your inflammatory response. I’ve adopted coconut sugar for my coffee and baking. Stevia is too sweet for me, agave gives me a tummy ache. So I’ll stick to coconut sugar, honey, and maple syrup.

Corn has been a bummer–I can eat myself stupid on Juanita’s corn tortilla chips. My first summer without corn on the cob since the days when I had braces. I’ve pretty well cut out eggs, as well. Both of them can worsen inflammation in your body.

So there’s the over-view of what I have cut out or limited. I’ve already acknowledged I’ve dropped some weight. But has it helped my endo symptoms?

Yes. I am confident in saying that it has helped. I am not cramping on a daily basis anymore. I’m with Susan that it’s not OK yet, but for me to have days at a time free of cramping is a damn fine step closer.

“Tooth paste” should be called “tooth polish,” and “nail polish” should be called “paint”

nail polish 1Hello again, friends. Thanks for returning after my last mushy post. As a thank you and to drastically change the subject, I’d like to share with you some of my recent fun little projects. I’ll get back to the nail paint in a minute.

Project 1:

My new BBQ essential. A table-top marshmallow roasting station.

wpid-20130704_172534.jpgWhen your barbecue coals get small, take out a few and put them in a terracotta pot lined with foil. Crinkle some foil in a larger pot. This is about enough insulation to keep the outside from getting too hot to move with your hands.

Skewers, marshmallows. You know the rest.

Project 2:

The drawer where I keep my nail polish. Pinterest would tell me to put spice racks on the wall or door. Or use one of those dumb plastic things with pockets for shoes or whatever.  That all takes time, money, and effort. Plus, the example pictures you find are all comprised of one or two brands. Mine are all different sizes. They’re just in a mess in a drawer. Rather, they were just a mess. Until I thought of an answer super-fast, basically free, and done in minutes.

nail polish 2I cut toilet paper rolls into 3 or 4 pieces and stapled them together in groups of 4 or 6. You’ll notice that I didn’t staple them all together. Leaving them unattached makes them more flexible and accommodating of all those different bottles. Even ones in pen form. I can open and close the drawer and they don’t fall over.

nail polish 3 There you have it. One cubic foot of my life is in astounding order.

Project 3:

Venus fly trap. (Like I said, today is a drastic departure from my usual posts.)

A few days ago I bought this wee little carnivorous plant. It was a perfect time to come into my life, as that evening I was greeted in my bathroom by a big black super-fast scurrying spider. I made Emily catch it in a cup, and we “fed” it.

venus fly trapI’ve been fascinated with it, and yes I have poked it a couple times just to make it snap shut.

I contacted another business about showing my art, so cross your fingers that they like my stuff. I’ll keep you posted.  To sign off today, I offer you this picture I snapped the other night while watching a Nature special about lions. Matilda climbed on my lap (she likes watching big cats) and I caught this face:

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The call of the wild.

Another from the blog that defies categorization– art, booze, and levity in the face of pain

bacon maple crayons

Hello again friends! I’m leading today’s post with this picture because I know many of my readers get excited about the same things as I do: beer, crafting, bacon, maple, and doughnuts. All inside a pink bottle? That’s more Portland than a rose tattoo on the arm of a hipster wearing your grandpa’s clothes stuffed inside a can of PBR sitting next to a pack of hand rolled Top tobacco cigarettes.

Let me unravel this for the uninitiated. Voodoo Doughnut is one of this town’s crown jewels, and one of their specialties is the Bacon Maple Bar. People are sometimes skeptical of bacon on top of a doughnut but I assure you: it. is. uh-mazing. Rogue is another institution of this fair city. Reflecting our citizens’ inability to keep our vices separate, Rogue created this ale in honor of the doughnuts. This means we can drink it with breakfast.

crrrayonI’d like to say it was magical… but really it just tasted like campfire. I couldn’t pick out bacon and maple flavors, it’s all pretty well dominated by the first three ingredients: cherrywood smoked malt, beechwood smoked malt, and house-smoked hickory malt. So maybe it wasn’t a turducken of holy flavors, but now we know. We had to know.

A couple weeks ago I had the opportunity to share Voodoo Doughnuts with big group of people from Boise. My brother happens to roll with a pretty well-spoken crew. Below is a note card I grabbed from the floor when I was with them (next to a nice little unrelated drawing I made).

russia meteor

If after reading this, the words “impromptu,” “extemp,” “debate,” or “forensics tournament” pop into your head, I award you 12 speaker points. If this is completely nonsensical to you, then consider this a glimpse into university speech and debate. My brother is a member of the team at College of Western Idaho, and will be traveling with them this week to compete on the national level. So here’s my shout out and wishes of good luck to CWI:

unicorn someday

Even if you feel like this…

unicorn

really you’re like this.

When you get nervous, smile like you know something they don’t. Idahomies, represent!

I honestly don’t know how to transition from unicorns to the other topic-of-the-day, so this awkward sentence will have to do.

This month has been designated to promote awareness of endometriosis.* This one hits home for me. By hits I mean stabs, and by home I mean abdomen.

Endometriosis, or, My Angry Ovaries

Endometriosis, or, My Angry Ovaries

I suffered for 10 years before the right diagnosis. I’ve had 2 surgeries to remove growths and likely face a 3rd. I’ve exhausted hormone adjustments and pain relief options. All of these facts are alarmingly typical for endo sufferers. I’m lucky in that I have had emotional support–far too many women face this surrounded by people who think it’s all in her head, she doesn’t look sick, it’s just her period. If you’re interested in a longer narrative on an all-too-common story, I offer this Letter to Endometriosis.

pretend they work

I did not make this image, it was already out on the internet representing waaay tooo many women.

Well, that seems like enough diverse topics for one blog post! Up next will be some new art (gasp!) and probably some more tales from the Endo Life (I didn’t choose it, it chose me!). For now I thank you again for reading and I offer my honest intent to be back before the end of the month.

*In fact, as I write this my spell-check is insisting endometriosis, endometrial, and endometrium are not words, although it has all of the following in its vocabulary:  appendicitis diabetes thrombosis mononucleosis sclerosis apoptosis osteoporosis anthropomorphic epistemological

Art, coffee, flowers, and cat? I have covered my favorite topics in one post again!

Oh hi there! This is me and one of my temporary cats.* Meow.

Here is the only remaining evidence of our first spring flowers, crocuses that have since been frozen to death. Spring break around here has looked an awful lot like Winter break. A bit more winter than winter was, I think.

I spent most of the week working during normal hours of the day. Kids gotta do something for Spring Break, so we took ours to John’s Incredible Pizza. I was nervous at first about going to a pizza restaurant/arcade place on account of all the time I spent in Chuck E. Cheese’s during high school. I prepared myself for a PTSD attack, but was pleasantly surprised to find this place had been designed by a genius instead of masochist so I quite enjoyed my time.

Our grand tour included a walk through the kitchen– I took a pass on that part. No way to make that tolerable, no reason to ruin my day.

On my one day of “vacation” I tried out a new-to-me cafe with 3 of my friends. Happy to report that Marino’s Cafe in SE Portland is delightful, and they regularly have live belly dance performances, so they’re definitely worth noting.

*Not to be confused with my permanent cat.

In other news, I’m pleased to report that I’ll be dropping off my Portland Collage to be included in April’s show at the 100th Monkey Studio. It opens this Friday night with a book reading and lots of happy faces and beautiful art.

Maybe I’ll wear one of my new handmade conversation-piece cocktail rings. Direct from a 6 year old.

WWRPD? We should all ask, what would Rosa Parks do?

Do you ever start walking and forget to stop again?

Well, me neither.

Except for the other day in Ashland. What started as a stroll with Maty around the Southern Oregon University campus ended up… a tour of the town. I stopped to take this picture in one of the many boutiques and shops all lit up for the night. Big deal, a picture of deer from Ashland, right? You can’t go to the mailbox without seeing one. But you know what you won’t see? Cute fuzzy snuggle-able friendly deer that won’t steal your wallet.Maty is an avid fan of public collaborative art. He minored in Modern Art at Dartmouth. I took this photo for him (you know, because he doesn’t have thumbs). Once you pair his love of murals/walks/sticks with my fascination for boutiques/book stores/cafes it’s no surprise that we just  kept  walking.

Then we rounded a sunny corner and saw this bus stop bench. I find this dedication appropriate and a bit cheeky. Maty shows no sign of fatigue, but I was very relieved to sit for a few minutes.

You know, until a squirrel ran by and Maty wanted to collaborate on a mural with him. I had to herd him back to home because once you get artists talking they’ll never stop.

Autumn is official when pumpkins abound. On pumpkin carving and Dia de los Muertos

Hello friends! Here is (a bit tardy I suppose) my pumpkin from Halloween-time. My new challenge was a Day of the Dead skull, and I’m quite pleased with how it came out. We had a perfect amount of candy for the trick-or-treat-ers in our neighborhood. We had perfect seasonal beverages and entertainment–largely consisting of sharing YouTube videos with each other in between doorbell ringing. And that largely consisted of Kid History. Thanks Margi, I’ve been sharing these with people, all to great laughter.

I’d like to share something somber with you, I hope you don’t mind the left turn. A little over a year ago, there was  a senseless accident in Salem that left two teenagers dead, and one of them had been my student for a year. His was the first funeral I attended, my first experience with public grief. I went to his cemetery last month and my jaw dropped at how beautiful his space is. Flowers growing, not just fresh cut and fleeting. Tokens and notes and not a single blade of grass taken root. The most beautiful memorial I’ve ever seen, with Francisco’s face carved in marble. In God’s Hands.

So for the first time, I had someone to think of during Dia de los Muertos. I took my pumpkin to the cemetery… maybe a left-footed gesture but it was more than nothing. It was too late to go in, so I left it with 2 candles in the night rain at the gate. It doesn’t need to be just for him anyway. It’s also for any of you who have been thinking of passed loved ones.

I fear going too far into Serious Land for a blog as Unserious as mine. I will finish up today with a hello from Fuzza the Explorer. There have been boxes everywhere in our house (in the name of organization) and she has popped in to every one. Open or closed, empty or full.

So if you hear a rummaging in a box you’ve forgotten about, one suspect you can interrogate is Matilda, everyone’s fluffy little weirdo.

I can teach YOU to be a gypsy lady, too!

This little heron was the first animal we came across at the zoo, and I fell in love with it. So soft and light and graceful for being an adolescent. At home, we have some birds too. Two jackass crows, some miscellaneous tiny birds, one woodpecker I suspect has been on our roof… and two blue jays who appear to be Matilda’s nemesis-es.

If that bow were a bird, oh man, LOOK OUT. She’ll kitty-growl and make other grumpy noises and pounce on it– though most likely too late. That’s why she’s only allowed to hunt her Duckrabbit and party supplies like bows and ribbons and wrapping paper. Boxes too, don’t forget the boxes.

Saturday’s weather was beautiful, exactly how you want for a summer parade. I put together a brand new full costume for the first time, and whirled through Multnomah Village’s “Biggest Little Parade” with my beautiful voi from Fairycove Silks. “Voi” are a brilliant hybrid of poi and silk veils. They are perfectly stunning in the sunshine and they even make a flapping sound reminiscent of flames. My favorite moment of the day was when a sweet little 5 year old girl sang out in my direction, HELLO GYSPY LAAAADYYYY!
I didn’t take any pictures since my hands were full, but I did track down this shot taken by Jacob Grove, you can see his Flickr stream here. It appears he is a kindred spirit, he loves the bacon as much as we do.

I’m also thrilled to say I found my cheeky mug on the blog of a Villager, too. Samantha, I hope we can meet up for coffee sometime, and for two reasons:

1: You put me on your blog as the shining example of the Village Parade, with the single best tagline ever:
I was a loser and didn’t bring my real camera with me. Look at this picture. Look at how motherfucking cool this picture is! This is what you missed if you skipped Multnomah Days this year!

2. You put me next to pictures of the one and only Maru and I will gladly LIVE in the limelight of that cat. And in a raincoat? Stop, Samantha! I’m a married woman!

We’ll be having people over this weekend so I’m sure I’ll have some food to brag about. I might even have a dance video for you soon. 🙂 For now though, it’s time to top of my coffee mug and take care of some business. I can’t thank you guys enough for following my blog, it means a lot to me. Ta ta for now, enjoy your afternoon!

Two years gone and I’m still baffled

Mid-June is a time I like to enjoy in the same way others enjoy birthdays. Not so long ago, a certain cat who I am very fond of took a little vacation. Mid-June is when we were reunited, and so it’s the time again when I re-post my most popular blog entry:

Matilda’s Grand Adventure

Pet-lovers, make sure your creatures have an ID chip embedded. Finders of lost pets, make sure you take your stray creatures to a vet to check for an ID chip.

Nicolas Batum: Redeeming the French 4 points at a time

A strange assortment? Maybe… but these things are all notable. I took a can of ready-bake croissant rolls the other night and gourmet-ed it up a notch by filling them with the extra garlic Josh had sliced for our soup and then in an aftershock of brilliance, I rolled them around a plate of Parmesan cheese. The beer on the right, Brother Thelonious Belgian style abbey ale, was delicious.

The Sriracha Chili Sauce is a brand we have not had before. The guys are addicted to sriracha the way I am addicted to air (if you know a hot sauce fan, you get it) so you can just imagine their shock at finding Fred Meyer AND WinCo out of sriracha. I went to a third store, and after studying the entire aisle, there was only one product out of stock, and the tag under the empty hold confirmed it. Could it be a shortage of sriracha? Watch out, dad!

Lucky for them (and for me), New Seasons carries two brands. They say this one isn’t as good, but I shudder to think what would have happened had I come back empty handed. The wine is fine. It’s cheap and comes in a big bottle, and it was on the table too so it snuck in the picture.

It’s been months since we had that Maty dog around every day, so not only do I miss “puppy time,” our house simply lacks a creature of boundless energy and optimism. That’s just not Matilda’s “thing.”

This is more Matilda's "thing"

Today I saw the only animal who rivals Maty’s exhuberance and excitement. I was making coffee and grabbed the sugar bowl, took the lid off, and found a tiny ant running circles around the grains with all the speed of a squirrel on meth. I’m sure if I listened closely I would have heard him screaming, “OH YE GODS THE MOTHERLODE!” But ecstasy is brief, and I was not about to be slowed down .9 seconds from drinking my coffee. You win, Anty. But you lose, too.

I saw this video on the National Geographic channel a while back, part of an episode all about the lowly ant. That show was unreasonably interesting, and even gave me chills. So when I found this video again online (and since I’m talking about ants anyway…) I must share it. I don’t know how the scientists pulled it off, but they did. They filled the hallways and rooms of an ant hill with cement. A LOT of cement.

Ok this has nothing to do with ants...

Those of you in the area Friday night may have felt a burst of happy energy suddenly around 9:30. This was approximately when all of Portland had a simultaneous sports-gasm over the Trailblazers, specifically Nicolas Batum. He’s from France, but it’s okay, he scores 20 points a game. In the dwindling stressful moments of our game versus the San Antonio Spurs (who hold the best record in the nation), Mr. Batum brought us to a tie with two momentous free throws. He then scored the winning basket. These all-important 4 points occurred within the last .9 seconds of game time.

This is a little detail shot of my latest finished sewing project. It will be available in my Etsy shop by the end of today. There are a few other new listings, plus I’ve arranged a new selection of Sale items! Please check it out, share it with your friends. Thanks (as always) for reading, I hope the rest of your weekend is fun, or relaxing, or at least sunnier than it is here.

It’s been months since we had that Maty dog around every day, so not only do I miss “puppy time,” our house lacks a creature of boundless energy and optimism. That’s just not Matilda’s “thing.” Today I saw the only animal who rivals Maty’s exhuberance and excitement. I was making coffee and grabbed the sugar bowl, took the lid off, and found a tiny ant running circles around the grains with all the speed of a squirrel on meth. I’m sure if I listened closely I would have heard him screaming, “OH YE GODS THE MOTHERLODE!”

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