Saturday, September 28, 2013

FML, a poem

It's sad when I only write in my blog when I'm stuck at the library with nothing better to do. Here's an attempted poem to amuse and bemuse one and all:

At the library
with nothing to do
but type

Words on a screen
scream my ennui
in silence

On a computer that
needs my card number
to log in

Three attempts before
it worked
As if somewhere the truth lurked

elusive in binary code
the one-oh-one-oh-one of a poem
a cursor that begs to move

forward slashing virgin screen
with lettering
pregnant with meaning

scheming rhymes and iambic pentameter
forgive me
I know not what they do

Writing is a faith
a religion
bound by doctrines

Of stylistic hand books
Funk & Wagnells jerk offs
MLA can kiss my ass
APA stick to your couch

Holy books
Hole-y books
Whole books
of words

That mean nothing
Existential angst of bookworms
as they chew on that

Typing away in a library
playing with words
bored out of my mind.

My 8th Grade Self in a Dream

So I had a dream last night that I was back in middle school. There was a basketball game going on and my 8th grade class was in attendance. The boys filed in first and the the girls.

I knew I was time travelling in my dream so I looked for myself. In this memory, I knew my 8th grade self was going to arrive late and that there would be no place to sit with the other girls. My 8th grade self would have to sit alone. I was waiting to see her. In my hand was an antique book with some symbols, or formulas, or some secret information. There was someone with me but I don't remember who; could be the archetype of  some "best friend".

So, my eighth grade self came in with a brown grocery bag rolled up on the top. She walked to the top of bleachers. Like, all the other students, she was wearing a uniform; a navy blue jumper with a white shirt. She looked of average size and weight and had long hair. A pretty girl but "different" from the her permed and made up peers. As my present self, this really struck me because I remember having a poor self image in 8th grade. I thought I was fat and ugly and not cute.

Suddenly my 8th grade self saw me. She was very happy to see me. She was not scared and not surprised. She ran up to me and gave me a hug. My present self was reminded how "open" I had been in the 8th grade. She said, "You! I am glad to see you." I noticed that she had a slight fuzz on her upper lip and remembered how my eight grade self had not yet learned about bleach or waxing. She was sweet and unadulterated. I had something important to tell her. So I looked at her and said, "It can only get better." If she needed to remember anything in her life, she needed to remember that.

 At that moment, I felt I had changed history: my own life trajectory would be altered. My present self was a little worried because they tell you that you shouldn't alter these things when you travel through time. It will change the course of history and fuck up the future.. But, what if this had happened already and I was just making my present life happen anyway? As an 8th grader, I don't remember seeing myself. I'm pretty sure I would have remembered that....unless, it HAD been in a dream. Dun dun DUN!



Weird dream. Weird enough to blog about.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Nutri-Grain: Breakfast of the Late

I was running late this morning and couldn't grab breakfast. As I purchased a "Nutri-Grain" bar from a nearby vending machine, two colleagues admonished me for not making healthier choices. Considering what ELSE was in the vending machine, I think I picked the lesser of several evils.

I am currently vacillating between being super-annoyed and feeling profound gladness that they cared at all.


Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Initial Impressions of Eugene, Oregon

So, now, I've been in Eugene for more than a month. I'm still not as settled in as I would have hoped. This is evidenced by the still unopened boxes sitting in the other room waiting to be unpacked. However, in the time that I have been here and transitioning, I have been able to make some initial impressions. These fall into three categories: the Good, the Not-so-good, and the Not-sure about-this-yet. Here we go--


Good:
1. Naturally beautiful.  This area is full of greenery, flowers, rivers, parks, hills, etc. The grass IS greener on the other side of California! Jokes aside, folks, all you nature-lovers would love it here. The coast is only about 50 miles away.

2. Historical pride. Eugene was established by a dude named Eugene (go figure) around 1842. At the time, Eugene was a trading post and later became a post office. University of Oregon was built in 1867. The first buildings on campus are registered historical landmarks and are still used as classrooms today. Pretty amazing, I thought. Historical places are maintained well around here. There is even a pioneer cemetery on campus from before the university started. In the 1960s, there was some huge controversy as the university wanted to use that land for classroom space. Blame it on my childhood training in scary movies, but  I'm sure that would have had consequences of poltergeistic proportions. In the end, they decided to keep the cemetery and preserve its historical integrity.




3. Interesting people. Eugene is not as demographically diverse as Houston or Fresno. However, there is certainly a diversity of ideas. One of the mottos around here is "Keep Eugene Weird." And that it is, my friend. You will see a dreadlocked dude in a lungi at the local thrift store but you may also see a local hipster wearing overalls and beating bongos at the Saturday Market. Rockabilly hipsters with lumberjack beards, aging baby boomer hippies sporting tie-dye, polo-shirted yuppies doing doobies by the river, modestly dressed proselytizers in the park, and tattooed biker guys/gals with bicycles on the bus; I've seen them all.



4. Great public transportation. Frequent, efficient, and not scary. Free for university students and employees. The EmX rocks!

5. Rain. I missed rain while living in Fresno. That's all I have to say about that. Also, they tell me here "winter is coming" rather ominously. I think that means we will be getting a whole bunch of rain soon.

6. South Indian Food! Masala dosa and sambar from the Indian restaurant right across the street from campus!

7. More affordable than Fresno. Not that things are exactly inexpensive; there are just a lot of little things in place to help you save your money. For one, the weather here keeps A/c costs down. Also, everything is nearby or a quick bus ride away so you save a lot on gasoline and wear-and-tear on your car. No need for a gym membership as there are so many places to walk, jog,  bike and hike for free. And, the best part: no sales tax on your purchases. Holla!


Not-so-good:

1. Hippies, homeless, or home-free. I can't tell the difference but there are a lot of them equally dispersed all over the city. I see them all the time and they keep to themselves. There are many homeless advocates and it seems like the city wants to work with them instead of  sweeping the issue under the rug like in other places. Several people sympathize with them and don't seem to view them as a public nuisance. One lady said to me, "You know, most of us are only a couple of paychecks away from being in their shoes." Truth.

2. Humidity. Similar to Houston. It's bleh when it gets warm around here and does wonders for my hair. Ugh.

3. Bugs. I don't think a whole lot bugs survive the hellacious heat of Fresno but the little buggers thrive here. Spiders, house ants, moths, random bugs, and weirdo bugs that I've never seen before. Not fun. Also, not a bug but a little green tree frog lives (and might die) somewhere in my apartment. I have seen him once and was not able to catch him. He needs to go because it's just weird to have a little green tree frog sharing your apartment with you. Hit the road already, Kermit!

4. Things I can't get here. A/C (amazingly hard to find), Ethiopian food, Blue Bell Ice cream, a decent bowl of chili, Dicicco's minestrone soup and fresh-baked bread,  Fresno State Farm Market almonds and olive oil. Boo. Sad Face.

Not-sure-about-this-yet:

1. Eating establishments. They have been hit-and-miss for me so far. The Indian place had the worst avial ever created. It was white and slightly sweet. I was, like, whaaaat? But, they had dosa, sambar and goat curry that was on-hit so I can't complain too much. Tried two pho places. First one had good pho but had no doors on their bathroom stalls. Does that matter? Yes, for some people. The other place had pho but they put bok choy and carrots in the pho ga. That may be some Asian fusion twist but I am picky about pho so I refused to like it. The soul food place downtown was great though and served a mean  gumbo that was almost as good as in "N'awlins". Papa's Pizza Parlor, Hole in the Wall BBQ, and Izumi Sushi are pretty good. The sushi around here, in general, has been consistently good and fresh. The two Thai places I tried had good Tom Yum so they were ok in my book.

2. Plethora of supermarkets. Market of Choice is like Whole Foods but bigger. Prices are comparable but you can get a lot of stuff that you can't get anywhere else. I get wheatgrass and apples there. I was also able to get a bag of "murruku" that was produced in Oregon. Yup, that south Indian crispy snack thing. I was, like, whaaaat? Trader Joe's has been my go-to but their produce is not that great in terms of quality. They also have Safeway and Albertson's. Capella's is an organic place downtown that I have not been to yet. Also, there are lots of farmers markets that I have yet to try. The Eugene Saturday Market is a very hippie/New Age/organic venue. It is fabulous but very close to sensory overload. I've only been there a couple of times.


3. Housing. Might be comparable to Fresno. Anything near the university costs twice as much. They are constantly building new student housing. The new design seems to be eateries and business on the ground floor while housing is on the top levels. The downtown area is getting revitalized and slowly building more places like that.

4. Springfield. Springfield is to Eugene as Fresno is to Clovis. Springfield is like Eugene's country cousin. The I-5 marks the border between both. Eugeneans call Springfield "Spring-tucky." People in Springfield think Eugene people are a bunch of hippie snobs (that sounds like an oxymoron). Springfield has most of the EmX route, the more affordable national stores, and does not charge you $0.05 for a bag when you go shopping. A cashier at the Springfield Target told me that with great pride, " We don't charge you for a bag like they do over THERE." Springfield seems more down-to-earth, open to development, affordable, while Eugene seems to see itself as more sophisticated, diverse, green, refined. I'm not sure which I like better yet. According to some people this Springfield is THE Springfield from The Simpsons. I wasn't sure I believed that until I saw Moe's Tavern near the EmX station. Also, there is someone at work that looks like Mr. Burns. Coincidence? Perhaps.

Bonus list: places to shop

Springfield: Gateway Mall with Target, Ross, Cabela's and Lane Bryant. Walmart, Winco, Costco, Shopko (not sure what this is yet), Fred Meyers ( not sure about this one either), Ross, Big 5

Eugene: Oakway Center with Old Navy, Bed Bath & Beyond, etc., Valley River Center
Mall with Macy's, Costplus World Market, Barnes &Noble, and other typical mall stores like Hot Topic, Claire's, Forever 21, etc. Walmart, REI, lots of local mom-and-pops and new age places.

Thrift stores are huge here. St. Vinnie's is a big one with several locations. Goodwill, and Value Village are the other ones.

Others: Bi-mart is like a mini employee-owned Walmart. It is popular. Dari-mart is like a 7-11.

So, that's it for now partly because I am tired of typing. This was an intense post.















Tuesday, July 30, 2013

"What is your original homeland?"


All my life, I've been asked some strange questions by people who try to figure out my ethnicity. Yesterday, I was asked the strangest one at an event I attended:

"If you don't mind me asking, what is your original homeland?" asked a height-challenged man with an ambitious soul patch and very little other hair.

I wanted to roll my eyes and say "Texas." But, I try not to be rude to people who try to relate to others meaningfully. Also, years of experience as a racial curiosity taught me that my exotic ancestry would be the more desired response. So I said, "India."

He then said, "Namaste and welcome" which I tried not to take the wrong way but probably did anyway. 

Later, I relayed the incident to my brother and a couple of friends because it did amuse me a little. Also, the experience made me wonder how other people would have responded if they had been asked that question. The very nature of it makes you feel like an outsider. Hello? What did we learn in Microaggression 101? I'm sure he didn't ask the not-so-brown folks that question though many of them very well could have come from a homeland other than the United States. 

Aaaannd, that's my take on that.  Namaste, y'all. :)



Thursday, January 31, 2013

Juice it up!

My green juice smoothie recipe:
2 handfuls spinach, 1/4 tray snipped wheatgrass, 1 banana, 1/2 large apple cored, 1 tablespoon roasted flaxseeds, and 1/2 tablespoon ginger (mine comes in a squeeze tube).

Layer ingredients in the above order in the NutriBullet tall cup.
Fill to the max line with coconut water.

Follow NutriBullet instructions to blend until smooth (takes 30 sec to 1 min usually). Makes about 24 ounces.

Drink and be merry!