our gynecology models were so wonderful and amazing. it's a really incredible opportunity to have people willing to share their bodies, getting like 3-4 pelvic exams in a day (or prostate exams, for the men), so that we can learn to do better exams and provide better care. it never occurred to me that there was another way to learn it, frankly, but if this film can help shed light on what a better way models are than using someone "while they're out," i'm definitely supporting it.
As of June 1st, the LLL Breastfeeding Helpline - US is fully operational. There will be much publicity coming out very soon for the helpline, yet in the meantime please help in spreading the word for the breastfeeding community to call 1-877-4 LALECHE (1-877-452-5324) for 24 hour toll-free breastfeeding helpline services.
i made soymilk. from scratch. it tastes a little like soybeans, and is a little thick, but tastes rich. you can add maple syrup, malt, vanilla, etc, to get it to taste like commercial soymilk brands.
i made seitan. from vital wheat gluten flour, which is cheating a little, but turned out way better than starting with whole wheat and rinsing it to get the gluten. it's spicy and delicious and was really fucking easy to make -- 10 minutes prep, 90 minutes cooking, done.
the seitan recipe is here, and the soymilk recipe (rewritten to be a little easier to follow) is under the cut.
Tonight there must be people who are getting what they want. I let my oars fall into the water. Good for them. Good for them, getting what they want.
The night is so still that I forget to breathe. The dark air is getting colder. Birds are leaving.
Tonight there are people getting just what they need.
The air is so still that it seems to stop my heart. I remember you in a black and white photograph taken this time of some year. You were leaning against a half-shed tree, standing in the leaves the tree had lost.
When I finally exhale it takes forever to be over.
Tonight, there are people who are so happy, that they have forgotten to worry about tomorrow.
Somewhere, people have entirely forgotten about tomorrow. My hand trails in the water. I should not have dropped those oars. Such a soft wind.
(from the Antioch Review, The Best American Poetry, 1999)
there are advantages and disadvantages to having a cold. the up side is that you're so stuffed up you can't really smell the formalin stuffed into every cell of twenty-five bodies. the down side is that your nose starts to drip while you have your ventilator on and you get increasingly panicked and keep trying to wipe your nose with the back of your sleeve only to bump into the filter cartridges and the big plastic bridge covering the lower half of your face.
this morning i was standing in the back of the cadaver lab, where we get our bunny suits on, looking around wildly, feeling a big glob of mucous making its way farther and farther toward my mouth, trying to figure out what to do.
"bill!" i said to bill, who was just pulling on his suit and hadn't yet put on gloves or stuck his hands into anyone's body, "bill, will you do me a huge favor?"
"will you lift up my mask and cram a bunch of paper towel in there?"
he took off my glasses, unhooked my ventilator, and stood there with the paper towel, waiting.
i'm playing with flickr.com (and blogging directly from there). for now i'm finding it (flickr) absurdly cool. anyway, this is lydia playing with the gwb magnets at eden's birthday party. she does have some purple hair.
milk and honey may be the nectar of g-d, but wind is what moves time. wind is what brings the seasons. and a cold wind is as sweet as all that: proof positive of motion, of force and change and the coming harshness. without harshness, we can never be tested. we can never adventure.
how swiftly the winds come, how headlong barrels autumn, finally.
a couple months ago i went to the local harvest organic food store with a list of herbs to get for my collection. i bought a bunch of the little baggies that were displayed, but there was one that they had in the basement and not displayed. so the owner went to go get it and filled a little baggie, but we didn't label it. additionally, i didn't have enough money, and though she said i could just bring the money another time, i ran home and immediately brought back the missing money.
when i got back, a little red-headed kid tried to sell me a basket of pine cones, claiming i could decorate my house with them. we discussed my lack of prospects for decorating via pine cones, especially $5 pine cones, given that i had to go dig for quarters to pay for herbs.
anyway, when i went to use the herbs, i had no idea what the one in the unlabeled baggie was. i kept meaning to bring it back, and finally today i stopped in and tried to describe it ("like little pillows!") and ended up saying i'd get it and bring it back. so i dropped the fruit i'd bought off in the car, took my bike from the old apt, biked to the new place, found the baggie, and biked back with it, along with one of the buckets of chalk i'd bought for QED chalking purposes all those years ago, still sealed in the original plastic. (aside: does anybody remember some of the slogans we used? some of them were so superb.)
the owner identified the herb as fenugreek, which i really should have been able to figure out by process of elimination (even though it kindof smells like curry). then i was like, hey, is that your kid? does she like chalk? i just moved and found all this stuff i'm never going to use. and her daughter does indeed love chalk! and they were just getting close to running out! so i gave the kid the chalk and she lit up and thanked me and immediately sat down on the floor with another little girl and started drawing on the concrete floor of the store.
i think giving gifts on your birthday is a really great idea.