Old Bay Seasoning

Wednesday, October 30th, 2002

Just a quick note today: I love Old Bay seasoning. It comes in a little spice tin at the grocery store, and it’s great on all sorts of seafood. I prefer salmon, but the red trout looked good last weekend at the store, so home it went. Sometimes I add a dash of lemon juice, sometimes just the Old Bay by itself. I usually bake fish in the oven on a pan lined with plain aluminum foil. A friend of mine likes to wrap fish up in heavy-duty aluminum foil after sprinkling on the Old Bay so he can cook it on the grill. I usually put more seasoning on one half of the fish and less on the other half, so people can have as much spicy fire as they like. Mmm, mmm, mmmmmmmm!

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http://www.vernalisa.addr.com/oldbay.html

Finally! Pumpkin bread!

Saturday, October 26th, 2002

It’s finally chilly enough here to heat up the oven on a weekend when I’m feeling up to baking! Yay for pumpkin bread!

Preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit.

Mix well in a large bowl:
3 1/3 cups flour
3 cups sugar
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1/2 teaspoons nutmeg
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 cup canola or vegetable oil
4 eggs
2 cups pumpkin (you can use one small can, or cook your own prior to bread-baking)

Use two or three greased and floured full-size loaf pans, or a bundt pan, and bake for one hour.

Or use muffin cups, and bake for a shorter time, like thirty minutes or so.

You can add more nutmeg and/or cinnamon if you like spicier bread, and today I’m experimenting with adding chopped walnuts.

Gosh, the apartment smells nice while it’s baking… and I’ve got hammer dulcimer music by Big Gerry and the Pockets o’ Gold Band on in the background (yes, that link automatically starts playing a sample of their music!).

Autumn is here! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…

Moon Trees

Thursday, October 24th, 2002

From CNN, Scientists look for elusive ‘moon trees’

Apparently some seeds went up and around the moon with Apollo 14, and then came back to earth. And no one has comprehensive records of where they were all planted. Hee, hee…

Once again, we relearn the lesson that it’s easier to document something as it happens than to research what happened later and reconstruct the data!

Oh, and if you want to know more, check out this site, which has locations and more history about the moon trees… and a section on second genearation moon trees, seedlings or cuttings from the original moon trees. Interesting!

So long, it’s been good to know yuh

Tuesday, October 22nd, 2002

Well, I’m working late on accounts culling, which means I’m sending accounts deletion notices to users who in theory have left Caltech and who are no longer entitled to their email accounts.

I’m listening to The Weavers, singing heartily… So long, it’s been good to know you…

The Weavers were a wonderful group back in the 1940s and 1950s until three of the four were blacklisted and driven off the popular scene… Pete Seeger, Lee Hays, Fred Hellerman and Ronnie Gilbert are awesome to listen to and made beautiful music.

So Long (It’s Been Good To Know Yuh) — Originally by Woody Guthrie, this version of the lyrics modified by Guthrie and The Weavers in 1951

So long, it’s been good to know you
So long, it’s been good to know you
So long, it’s been good to know you
What a long time since I’ve been home
and I’ve got to be drifting along

I’ve sung this song, but I’ll sing it again
Of the people I’ve met, and the places I’ve been
Some of the troubles that bothered my mind
And a lot of good people that I’ve left behind, singin’
So long, it’s been good to know you
So long, it’s been good to know you
So long, it’s been good to know you
What a long time since I’ve been home
And I’ve got to be drifting along

The sweethearts they sat in the dark and they sparked
They hugged and they kissed in that dusty old dark
They sighed and they cried and they hugged and they kissed
But instead of marriage, they call it like this
So long, it’s been good to know you
So long, it’s been good to know you
So long, it’s been good to know you
What a long time since I’ve been home
And I’ve got to be drifting along

I went to your family, I asked them for you
They all said take her, oh, take her please do
She can’t cook or sew and she won’t scrub your floor
So I put on my coat, tiptoed out the door, singin’
So long, it’s been good to know you
So long, it’s been good to know you
So long, it’s been good to know you
What a long time since I’ve been home
And I’ve got to be drifting along

I walked down the street to the grocery store,
It was crowded with people, both rich and both poor
I asked the man how his butter was sold
He said one pound of butter for two pounds of gold. I said
So long, it’s been good to know you
So long, it’s been good to know you
So long, it’s been good to know you
What a long time since I’ve been home
And I’ve got to be drifting along

My telephone rang, and it jumped off the wall
That was the preacher a’ making a call
He said we’re waitin’ to tie the knot
You’re gettin’ married, believe it or not
Well the church it was jammed, the church it was packed
The pews were from crowded from the front to the back
A thousand friends waited to kiss my new bride
But I was so anxious, I rushed her outside, told ‘em
So long, it’s been good to know you
So long, it’s been good to know you
So long, it’s been good to know you
What a long time since I’ve been home
And I’ve got to be drifting along

For more information about Woody Guthrie (who once put a sticker on his guitar saying “this weapon kills fascists”), The Weavers, and Lead Belly, see:

  • Timeline of Woody Guthrie (1912-1967)

  • MusicWeb Encyclopaedia of Popular Music: Guthrie, Woody

  • Songwriters Hall of Fame: Woody Guthrie

  • FolkmusicArchives.org: The Weavers

  • MusicWeb Encyclopaedia of Popular Music: The Weavers

  • Songwriters Hall of Fame: Huddie Ledbetter (Lead Belly)

  • The Lead Belly Page
  • Look ‘em up on Amazon or your favorite used CD supplier, folks. They’re great, and their struggle to perform their music has lessons for all of us, now and forever.

    SURF Seminar Day 2002

    Monday, October 21st, 2002

    Last weekend I got to help out with SURF Seminar Day, which was very cool. SURF is Caltech’s Summer Undergraduate Research Fellowships program, and the seminar day is the time when all of the researchers do a 15-minute oral presentation of their work. It’s organized like a multidisciplinary technical conference, which is what it really is.

    Note that any undergraduate anywhere can apply for the SURF program. This past year, between 1/4 and 1/3 of the SURFers were non-Caltech undergrads.

    The SURF program provided me with the opportunity to do research in an academic setting far earlier than if I had waited for grad school to try it out, and it taught me that I didn’t really want to be a protein chemist, though I respect them greatly. I also learned that I like talking about scientific research more than doing it. That’s not a drawback, it’s a strength, and I got to use that strength in the morning when the SURF office folks asked me to give an hourlong revolving introduction to the day and to Caltech to groups of visiting prospective students and their parents. I need to find ways of using that strength more often; it felt wonderful to flex those muscles again.

    Researchers need to share their efforts to both let other prospective researchers know about the good and the bad of the process, and just as importantly if not more so, to justify funding, research space and staffing. It’s also important on a larger scale to share the knowledge and challenges of an individual’s work with other researchers and the public so that it can both spawn other ideas and have other ideas yield insights which might assist in it.

    It was an awesome day.

    http://www.surf.caltech.edu/

    Contemplative Samhain

    Friday, October 18th, 2002

    I am a firm believer in the idea that you can celebrate the past year on any day of the year, and even on every day of the year. After all, for every day, there are 365 that came before it and 365 that will come after it! So I celebrate a few New Year’s holidays.

    For many earth religions, including Neo-Paganism, Wicca and Neo-Druidism, this sunset marks the new year’s holiday Samhain (that’s pronounced “sow-en”, sow rhyming with now, not sew). Literally, it is Summer’s Ending. The day after is Winter’s Beginning.

    Tomorrow is also (depending on who you ask, of course) All Saints, All Souls, Día de los Muertos, and the Day of the Dead… for Western Christianity of various flavors, including Catholicism.

    No matter what traditions you follow, the change in the weather in the Northern Hemisphere is pretty hard to ignore. :-)

    The edge between the past and the future thins this night. Autumn holds us close, as the Earth turns on its axis to tilt further toward winter. What has come before seems closer, as the deepening shadows herald the mystery that is the seasons’ change. The air feels, tastes different this night.

    Perhaps it is merely the change in humidity and air pressure difference of a cold front moving through. But I for one gladly ignore the technicalities of scientific measurement, prefering to feel the scents, the textures, the wind across my face, the crunch of leaves under my feet, the color of the sky… these are a sip of the essence of change.

    I find it a convenient time, halfway between the autumnal equinox and the winter solstice, to think back on the year and toward the next. To prepare myself, both physically and mentally, and my home… for the coming winter and for the future. To make peace with the past. To remember the dead, those who have come before, and those who are yet to be. It’s also a time to reflect on who I have been, and who I want to become.

    This night I will begin to bid farewell to the previous year, and make provision for the year to come. Tomorrow, I will mark the day with a salute to and reflection on some of my ancestors. And as night falls tomorrow, a new year begins.

    The wheel turns.

    Music to live by

    Friday, October 18th, 2002

    We each have our favorite music at different times in our lives, and for when we are in different moods. Some of my favorite music is “cleaning music” which gets me bopping around my home tidying and scrubbing. Some of my favorite music is warm and snuggly to wake up to. Some of my favorite music is great to dance to. Some of my favorite music is awesome to play in the car during road trips. So I guess music doesn’t just need to be good or memorable, it needs to fit.

    For instance, there’s a used bookstore in Pasadena called Cliff’s. It’s at 630 East Colorado Boulevard, for any readers who are close enough to check it out. They’re open until midnight every night, and they play classical music. The dusty smell of old books and unfinished wood shelving is perfectly complimented by their choice in music. The books aren’t incredible bargains or anything, but you can sometimes find the most obscure sci fi paperback you remember from your childhood there… and the atmosphere is great.

    Lately I’ve been listening to Vivaldi’s Four Seasons at work. No matter how young I was, or how old I get, it is always wonderful. If you haven’t got a copy on CD, get one.

    Apartment living and the dichotomies of modern society

    Thursday, October 17th, 2002

    I’m sick, which means it’s kind of challenging to feel good about life, the universe and everything. However, I am once again reminded that restful naps, a purring cat curled up on one’s feet, warm soup, comfortable hugs, and Luden’s cough drops are good things.

    Apparently Indianapolis may have snow flurries tonight. Los Angeles is chilly, but not that cold. It’s been between 65 and 70 in the daytime, and gets down below 50 at night. Yep, that’s fall in the foothills.

    It’s time to break out the sweaters, and the layers, because if it’s in the sixties, the office will sometimes be hot and sometimes be cold, and walking out to the car in the evenings after work will be a chilly proposition after a day in an overheated office. I like sweaters, though it’s sometimes difficult to find them with a comfortable neckline that are machine washable and dryable. Dry cleaning is expensive and time consuming, I don’t have room to “dry flat” much clothing in my current apartment, and who really has time to handwash lots of things? I certainly have better things to do with my time than deal with finicky clothing. One or two pieces for special occasions are OK, but everyday wear is a different matter.

    It dawned on me some time ago why apartments are not well-insulated here. The renters are the ones paying to heat and cool them, so it’s in our best interest to have insulation and efficient appliances. However, built-in heaters and the insulation of the buildings is paid for by the owners, not the renters, and the owners do not have to pay the utility bills. The expenditure to make apartments cheaper to pay the monthly utilities for would come from the owners, who have no real stake in the ongoing utilities bills. Even the big pushes California is making for people to install efficient appliances and so on are not targetted to renters or landlords, because the benefits and the costs are split. Neither group’s best interests, nor the greater good, can be satisfied because of the nature of their relationship.

    Hrrmmm.

    Home ownership has a lot of benefits, and a lot of potential drawbacks. In our modern society, much of the youngish adult population is highly mobile and it’s not reasonable economically to commit to living in a single location for years at a time. And many people in my generation were not raised to be handy themselves, so doing even minor home repairs becomes a pricy proposition which increases ongoing maintenance costs. The entrance cost of buying a home is made perceptively more difficult because we as a society have developed a “buy it now, pay off the credit card later” mentality about all sorts of types of purchases, so it’s difficult to discipline yourself to actually save up a down payment. Add to that fact that younger people are just starting their careers and thus make less than they will as they gain experience and recognition, and it’s obvious why so many people of my generation are living in apartments, crammed together like sardines in energy-inefficient dwellings, trapped into high monthly utilities bills and having trouble both saving up for a house and figuring out how to settle down into one. Or even if we should.

    Now, I grew up in the suburbs, and my parents worked hard to give our family a feeling of abundance. I have many of the rural values of my father, and many of the values of my mother, who grew up in an urban/suburban setting. Every now and then I just stop and marvel at the sheer absurdity of the modern conveniences that surround us. In some ways, I am a soft person… I work at a (mostly) desk job, I make enough to put a (rented) roof over my head, and all of the abundance of services and goods are locally available because I live in a (relatively) enlightened society whose capitalistic drive provides me with $2 hamburgers and a 24-hour grocery and excellent (if sometimes expensive) medical care and (almost always reliable) electricity, phone, cell phone service, gas, natural gas, and DSL internet connectivity that’s all mine for the buying. I do not wrest my living from the soil or the beasts of the field, I do not live in a harsh climate (although the heat and dryness of high summer here do come close at times), and though I do battle social stereotypes sometimes, legally I am a full citizen with all of the rights and privileges accorded such. In other ways, I am a sturdy person… I am living alone and far away from family, and what personal resources I have accumulated have been from my own effort and that of my parents. I have weathered my own health problems and that of those close to me. I have chosen a difficult educational path and have survived it. I share my knowledge, my expertise, my effort and my caring with others. I try to actively make a difference about issues I care deeply about. It’s sometimes a very strange dichotomy, wishing for simpler times and yet feeling comfortable in the modern world.

    I’ve been thinking a lot lately about a few essays I’d like to write for either this journal or my website, that I haven’t had the time to actually write yet. The list includes spoiling ourselves, Woozle Hunts, the move and the summer I spent exploring, the various summer camps, distilling experiences into understanding an unshared history with those close to us, faith and celebrating the passage of time, children’s books, and beauty.

    But now, I think I’m headed back to sleep, because sleep is a very good thing.

    Clear, stackable storage tubs

    Monday, October 14th, 2002

    My favorite household item has shifted this weekend from big fluffy comforters to clear, stackable storage tubs. This is not because I have less love for comforters all of a sudden, but because the tubs provide so much utility. I love them both, for different reasons and in different ways. *grin*

    Sterilite tubs are a marvelous invention. They have given me back much floor space over the years, and provided instant findability for hard-to-find objects in my home. Both features are rather rare in the living quarters of a packrat, by the way!

    Most if not all of their products are stackable, durable, see-through so you can tell what’s where, and made in the USA. I use large index cards and a marker to make signs which I tuck inside each tub so I don’t have to figure out what’s inside from whatever’s showing on the short end. I can glance at the short side of a stack and know exactly what’s inside each tub.

    I use the 6-quart clear view boxes for general storage, for everything from magazine clippings to sewing notions… they’re great for in-progress small projects or anything that has lots of small bits. I’ve also used them to turn closet shelves into drawer-storage, by leaving the lids off and lining the tubs up side-by-side along the long shelf of my closet above the clothes bar. I use the 66-quart latch boxes for larger items, for everything from quilts-in-progress to afghans-in-progress. I could store durable less-used and/or seasonal items in the tubs, and then use clear packing tape to seal the lids on (to make sure insects and moisture don’t get in) to store them in my attic and/or garage. Note that if you’re sealing anything that well, you might want to put in a packet of dissicant pellets or a pouch of silica gel granules to keep the humidity inside the tub low. The tubs are also the right size for sorting and carrying recyclables.

    I buy mine at Target, though most similar stores probably carry the same product lines nowadays. Try Walmart, KMart, Sav-On, Walgreens… and keep an eye out for sales. The tubs aren’t cheap, but if you can catch them on sale, they sometimes are available for as much as 70% off.

    The big point is to buy enough of them that you’ll never want more, or to buy a product line that’s going to be available for years so that you can get more of the identical product years later. Because they’re stackable, the utility of having all of them the same is very significant.

    Flirt

    Friday, October 11th, 2002

    Just when I think autumn is an incurable flirt and she’s left again for weeks, she reaches out a foggy fingertip and trails it along the curve of my jaw, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief and her hair swirling around us, leaves in the wind.

    It’s cool again here, misty and foggily overcast in the mornings this past day or two. I actually brought my fall umbrella, a gift from Mom, along with me today to work, thinking it might actually rain again. No such luck… but maybe this weekend it will be chilly enough to do some baking.

    One thing about my recipe and computing posts: I write so that anyone should be able to follow my instructions, even people that haven’t done much baking or computing before. People with more knowledge than that will probably be surprised at the amount of detail or information that I include, and that’s OK.

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    Today I am once again feeling thankful for big fluffy comforters. There’s just nothing like falling asleep snuggled under one, and waking in the chill of morning all toasty warm. And having a sleepy cat curled up next to one’s feet, on top of said big fluffy comforter, is also a wonderful thing.