Thursday, November 29, 2012

Happy Birthday...

To my favorite Dude....
Note to self: Trick candles are only funny to me.

Monday, November 26, 2012

8 is Great!

Happy 8th Birthday to the cutest little puppy I ever met....

Here's to another year of adventures and slobber!

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Is it because I crossed over?

A few weeks ago, when all of my other electronic equipment decided to crap out on me, my cell phone started being funny.

My trusty, 3 year old phone that has been with me through some pretty rough seas, called so many loved ones, been the source of frustration when it didn't ring when it was supposed to...started to resemble a small heater in my hand.

Once it started burning my hand, and ear, I thought maybe it was giving me more radiation than it should. And then is started turning on and off and on and off and blinking randomly and I thought maybe I should order a new phone.

So I did.

One of my work colleagues, a man who is roughly 40 years my senior, and I have had an ongoing discussion about whether or not I am a "millennial." Have you heard this phrase? Wikipedia says that "Millennial characteristics vary by region, depending on social and economic conditions. However, it is generally marked by an increased use and familiarity with communications, media, and digital technologies." Millennials are part of Generation Y who, also according to Wikipedia, were born after 1982 or 1983. I think those dates change depend on which article you read on the internet.

Being born in the Fall of 1981, I argue with this colleague that I am somewhere on the cusp of Generation X and Y. I just took a test by the Pew Research Center which says I am only 62% millennial, further solidifying my position.  I perceive a difference between myself and Archy G, who is most certainly a Gen-Xer, in terms of how we interact with technology. However, I also note a marked difference between myself and some of my colleagues who are few years younger than me, in terms of how we interact with technology...and people.

It turns out that one of the hallmarks of Generation Yers in the workplace is that they tend to send emails and instant messages rather than make phone calls and set up face-to-face meetings. I send emails and meet with people. I send instant messages and return phone calls. I make maps with a GPS unit but can also use a compass and tape and map a site with a pencil and grid paper. My family did not have a home computer - or cable TV - until the late 90s, I didn't have a cell phone until I was in my last semester of college, I got my first laptop after I graduated from college, and I didn't get an iPod until 2009. Members of Generation Y have always had access to technology. I have, but have not.

How does this relate to a phone, you ask?

Well, when it came time to get a new phone, I felt I was entitled to the free phone Verizon promises with the renewal of your two-year contract. I shopped and shopped and shopped, looking for a the exact replica of the Trusty Phone. It was the fanciest phone I have ever owned.

See? It has a sticker on it so it looks like it was knitted. Perfect, right?
 It flips open to reveal a qwerty keyboard so I can send text messages that have all the letters in the words!

Well it turns out they don't make this phone anymore.

So I jumped on the bandwagon and bought a "Smart Phone." It wasn't so much that I wanted one...it was the only phone that had the qwerty keyboard like I wanted.

Okay, it wasn't the only one. But it was the only FREE one. After a two year renewal of my contract. And an upgrade to a bigger data plan. And shipping. And California taxes. How do you tax something that is free?

How could this be bad?

Well let me tell you, friends. It is.

I take a little bit of pride in being techy. I am generally the first one people in my office come to when their computer goes haywire. I can usually figure out how to operate electronic equipment or use a new program just by turning it on.

But I have met my match.

Oh smart phone, how do I hate thee...let me count the ways.

1. I cannot figure out how to dial someone quickly. Even though I have set my speed dials according to the settings menu, there is no way to "speed dial" that I can find. In fact, it takes no less than 4 screens to get to any phone number I want to call. Drop a call while I am driving? No problem. I will call you back in 5 minutes because it will take me that long to unlock the screen, navigate to the dialing screen, go to my favorites directory, reselect your name, go to the options screen, and then hit "Call."

2. Send me a text message with photos that you also sent to your mom and best friends and dad and maybe your grandma and hope I will reply? Of course I will. To you. And your mom. And your best friends. And your dad. And your grandma.  Because one of the really cool features on my phone is that I can see the phone number of everyone you send the same message to and for some reason...I can't just reply to you! I had no idea this feature existed until, yes, unfortunately, horrifyingly, I replied to everyone on the list. Sorry about that. I don't know how to fix it and still be able to tell you ALONE how cute your baby is playing with those toys...and OMG you won't believe who was a total you-know-what today. Why is this even a feature on the phone? Do people really use it like they intend? To start a group conversation? I can't imagine any situation in which I would want to do that. Ever.

3. I am paying for 4G connection. The East Side of the Sierra, from Lancaster to Reno, can only get 3G coverage. I am not really sure what that all means, but let me tell you...there really is not much need for that big ol' data package I had to pay for since my phone only works at 3/4 of the speed its supposed to it.

4.  I have purse, pocket, and cup-holder dialed lots of people already. And you know what? When I navigate away from the "Call" screen, I have to go back 4 screens to get to the "End Call" button. So if you hear me singing to the radio or hear strange clunking from my empty wallet, thanks to my awesome data package, just go ahead and hang up. Because once I figure out that I am making a call, it will take me a long time to hang up on you.

5. If I am cooking, cleaning, eating, sweating, or freezing, I can't answer the phone. Unfortunately, I have chilly appendages, thanks to my naturally low basal body temperature caused by my thyroid. Apparently, touch screen phones need a little bit of heat to work. If I don't answer right away...its not because I am screening my calls...its because I literally cannot answer. Sometimes I am just standing there, screaming at the phone, banging the little "Unlock" button like a monkey.

6. The Emergency Broadcast System provides me updates when there is a weather alert in my county. Did you know there was a Flash Flood warning for southeastern Inyo County a mere 100 miles from me a few nights ago...at roughly 1:30 in the morning? I do. And guess what....my phone makes the exact same sound as the Emergency Broadcast System Alarm on your television. At 1:30 in the morning. On a Wednesday.

Sure there are some good things about this phone. Like the camera. And the ability to look things up on the internet when Archy G and I are driving around Reno looking for the Patagonia Outlet so we can see this awesome picture of him climbing...


I am sure I will get used to this thing eventually, but I have to admit...I am a little shocked by my inability to adapt quickly - or at all -to this new device.

How have I "crossed" over from being a technology savvy Gen Y/Xer to a Gen X/Yer?

Is it possible that our society is being inundated with technology too quickly? That we all reach a level of technological evolution that we just cannot move beyond? That technology is making Luddites out of all but the youngest of us?

Am I really a dinosaur?

Well, Frankly My Dears....I guess I don't really give a damn.

Or should I say as people of my generation might:

Yabba dabba do.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Pumpkined-up Kicks

I've been dealing this week with Crazy Eyeballs, Wobbles, and an Earache. Apparently this is called Benign Positional Vertigo and it comes from some problems with my inner ear. Blood work at the ER showed that I have elevated lymphocytes - so perhaps by reading this you will also catch the apparent virus I am fending off.

Fun.

In between lying down, working from home, and whining to Archy G, I have been trying to celebrate the arrival of Fall. It has been in the 40s in the mornings, 70s in the daytime, and the leaves in my trees are starting to change color - from the weather, I presume, and not the lack of water.

Starbucks introduced their Pumpkin Spice Latte a few weeks ago, and my favorite local coffee shop now has Pumpkin Dirty Chai. At $4 or more a cup, I can't really have one every day. Or week.

To save some moola, I made this Pumpkin Spice Creamer to treat myself at home, thanks to a suggestion by Miss Lizzie. It is pretty fabulous.


Unfortunately, it only calls for 3 tablespoons of pumpkin puree.

Fortunately, that meant I had plenty of pumpkin puree left to make some WHOOPEE (pies) for Archy G. Hehehe.
 He is not a huge dessert eater, so I cut this recipe in half and made only 9 blobs of deliciousness. There is still one in the fridge...Is that sad?

With the rest of the pumpkin, I made spicy soup with Thai Red Curry paste and coconut milk, which I have been eating all week.

Rounding out the pumpkin-ed up week, I am making Halloween treat bags for my mom's students.
Okay. I must confess that I just pulled out the fabric and posed this photo because I am just a little too lopsided to make permanent cuts to fabric.

Cloth carnage would be a shame.

Happy Fall, everybody...and for Pete's sake....drink some orange juice. There's illness going around.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Le Sigh....

It was exactly as amazing as I thought it would be.

 Our backpacks were a little heavy.

 We nearly killed the dog.


But she rested and recovered enough to...

never stop swimming.

What did you guys do all day, you ask?

Well for starters, Archy G got up before dawn every morning, crashed around the camp like a bear in need of coffee, then traipsed across the hills and dales to find some deer. This particular trip was not nearly as successful as his last trip, but we are blaming that solely on the fact that we saw more backpackers in the area than I have ever seen in my time here. Some people can be obnoxiously loud...and I can't help but wonder why they wanted to hike around in the mountains during opening weekend of deer hunting. Seriously. Do you see ArchyG? He wasn't the only hunter hiding in plain sight.
Ellie and I, on the other hand, stayed comfortably wrapped in sleeping bags until the resident Clark's Nutcracker started its daily forage. If you have ever heard a Clark's Nutcracker,  you will understand why it was time to get out of bed. You can listen to it on the link above.

Anyway, Ellie and I would then pull the sleeping pads and bags out into the sun to dry, make a Nalgene bottle of coffee, grab our books of Short Stories and Fairy Tales...

 and go back to sleep on the rocks for a few hours. At least until the sun and black ants made us get up....

Most days, she and I would trek to the nearest lake and pretend to fish.

Ellie does not make it easy to fish. At all.

Around second lunch time, we would go and try to find Archy G...but only kind of because he was hunting and I like deer meat.
If we were lucky, we would find him at camp....but most of the time we just took another nap.

In the evenings, I got to try out all those fancy meals I worked on. Hands down, our favorite was backcountry pizza...tortillas with mushrooms, olives and pepperoni...and pizza sauce and cheese that I packed in. Ironically, it was also the only meal I didn't really do anything with but dehydrate the olives.

Archy G liked that one so much, he came back for lunch one day to have seconds...
After dinner, we did the dishes, secured camp from bears (and naughty dogs), then read short stories until somebody started to snore...mainly Ellie. I probably should mention  she was allowed to sleep in the tent, and NOT by my permission...

I had planned to take pictures of every meal while we were out there...see the Thai Beef, now with rice not wraps?
 
Sometime around the the third day, however, my camera battery died.

So. All of the beautiful sites, the lovely sunrises and sunsets, the smoochy smoochy pictures Archy G and I could have taken overlooking the landscape have been relegated to my memories.

You will just have to believe me that it was pretty much the best trip of the year.

So far.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

It Speaks to My Virgo-ness

Archy G and I are getting  ready for a trip.

I've been trying to blog about it for a few weeks now, but every time I get close to finishing, I get distracted by something else entirely. Like that little thing called "work" that I have to do in order to be entitled to this vacation I am planning.

Anyway, remember how AG and I are becoming culinary geniuses?  Getting all Julia-Nigella-Bobby-Alton on the pots and pans and my sad little two burner 1979 Jenn-Air that shoots sparks out of the bottom when you turn on the fan? Oh I didn't tell you that? Well now I can publicly complain because my friends/land lords got me a new stove and I am pleased as the pies I have been baking at even temperatures for the last month.

I digress.

AG and I are going on a trip that has required planning waaayyyy in advance.

And cooking for ourselves.

On a teeny tiny stove. With a small pot. Using only the ingredients we carry or forage. There will be no refrigeration. There will be no quick jots to the store for one more thing. There will be no modifications to the menu.

The menu which requires foresight. Precise(ish) measurement. A suspension of our cooking-challenge approach. Filtered water. A bear canister.

A menu which speaks to the Virgo I am.

To say that I have developed an Excel spreadsheet menu with each day of food carefully planned, the number of calories painstakingly calculated (we each need 2500 - 4500 per day), the precise weight of each meal figured (we'll eat about 2.5 pounds each per day), and the shopping list spelled out would be just silly. I would never do something like that.

Well. Maybe.

What I am willing to admit to is the fact that I am dehydrating the bejubus out of everything I can get my hands on.

Like these bananas and plums.



Which I left in my parents freezer. Please eat them, Mom. I used up 12 hours of your electricity to make them!

At home, I have been reading all kinds of blogs about cooking in the backcountry. Like this one called Backpacking Chef and this one all about Wilderness Cooking. Its not that I haven't done this before...I have. That is...many, many moons ago when I took my first archaeology job in Yosemite. And then of course there was the 2 1/2 years working for the more glamorous of the  Department of Interior agencies where I got to backpack all over the darn country. The difference there: I was willing to eat nothing but beef jerky and ramen noodles with pesto packets. And Cheese in a Can with Summer Sausage. My less than 29 again again body could handle that kind of torture.

To combat the hangries I dealt with back them (hungry + angry = hangry....you know what I'm talking about), I decided to go ahead and COOK some fabulous meals, like the blogs above suggest, then dehydrate them! Lighter, filling meals? Okay! Dirtbag gourmet? Yes please!

So far I have made Jamaican Jerk Black Beans and Rice,


 Thai Beef Wraps,


 Sweet Potato Black Bean Chili (which I always add cinnamon to), and Chocolate Almond Cappuccino Bars 

all in preparation for being ArchyG's camp chef. Camp Iron Chef ArchaeologyAsh, if you don't mind. Did I mention he will be hunting the whole time?

We went to our location two weeks ago to see how things would be for us.

 For AG, it was an opportunity to look for deer. Again. But really, I know it was because he wanted to test the Chili recipe.



 We even took the dog. Who clearly enjoyed herself.

 Those are satisfied people. Totally nourished with Sweet Potato Chili. Because just as we suspected, it was delicious.
Needless to say, I am stoked! How fun...I get to cook delicious and nutritious meals that do not involve a variation of ramen...and PLANNING is part of the deal. A necessity, actually.

Last night I spent most of the evening cooking replacement Sweet Potato Chili and my own special Three Bean Mole Chili. I stuck it in the dehydrator this morning before I left for work.

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how many legs you have, I came home at lunch time.

To this.


Oh yes. That would be enough chili to feed AG and I for three nights. Three nights for two people. Six meals total. All of it on the floor. Along with my dehydrator.

Ellie and I had a rather heated discussion about why she did this heinous crime against calories. She tried to blame it on bears...

saying that it was the best way for me to learn how to deal with a bear attack in the woods.

But I am not buying it.

While the stomach ache she is likely suffering from that much chili consumption should be punishment enough, all I am saying is that she has now made the list of "contingency" meals, just in case the real bears do come (and if, and only if, we get snowed in and break all our appendages and Mammoth Mountain erupts and we are surrounded by a river of lava).

What do you think? Should she still get to come?

Tonight I am scrambling to figure out if I have enough ramen to feed AG and I for the three nights we were going to have chili.

Virgos are not really known for their flexibility. Especially when it comes to list making and menu planning. At least not this Virgo.

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I really hope I can catch us some fish...

Friday, August 24, 2012

I'm not really a healthcare professional.

But I am playing one this month.

The men in my life are having a plague of unfortunate health.
I wonder if they have coordinated this?

It all started with a little toothache for Archy G after our adventure scoping for deer. 

He went to the dentist after a bit of cajoling.
By the next day, Archy G had a swollen face and discolored gums.

Which means I left my office (2 1/2 hours from him) in a frantic rush to get him back to the dentist.
You do not fool around with mouth infections.
 Incisions took place. Infection was removed from his gums. 

And now we are squeezing in a little trip to Reno before our vacation (more on that later) to make sure it doesn't happen again.

He got several days of soup making, movie watching, and coddling from me. Happily. He's a good patient, even if he is a boy...

Fortunately he was able to muster the strength to go hunting when Archery Season opened on Saturday.

My Dad, on the other hand, is not making so speedy of a recovery. 

Forty years of manual labor and favorite pastimes, including...but not limited to... playing high school football, wrangling cows, riding motorcycles, cutting firewood, hauling buckets of blood bait, digging holes, driving heavy equipment, fixing heaving equipment, stretching belts on rock crusher conveyors, hand shaking with church members, moving me across the states of Arizona and California and the Intermountain West no less than 8 times, hunting, hunting, fishing, hunting, fishing, fishing, and fishing.....have given him a set of bad shoulders. Bone spurs and frozen shoulder syndrome to be exact.

He's put it off for about 5 years, but the doctor finally said "Nerve Damage" and now he has to have them fixed. 

So here I am  in Havasu, iced tea making, movie watching, and hanging out with him while he recovers from the first of two surgeries. Yesterday's included breaking up scar tissue, bone shaving, and the insertion of a "pain pump."  From experience, I know that Dad is not a very good patient

Sitting still is not his thing.

He won't be able to do much for the next 10 days. No driving. No juggling. No shoe tying. No back flips or jumping jacks.

No fishing.

And worst of all, no sudden movements like swatting at his daughter for taking pictures of him wrapped in a pink polka dotted blanket.

I only wish I had gotten a short video of him blowing bubbles in his cups of water and apple juice yesterday when he was waking up from the anesthesia.

I suppose there is always next time.

A Day in the Life of Two Hunter Gatherers.

  Archy G and I have journeyed for miles, through small towns across the Owens Valley, to reach the summit of these White Mountains.
 
Here we have made our temporary home,
 readied ourselves in our newest gear
and saddled our beast of burden with all of her food and water.


  Which, by the way,  did not prevent her from taking a dip.

All to begin our search from the elusive white tail deer.




 Rain came about mid day, forcing us to seek shelter as we watched a small herd across the valley.

 Tired, wet and cold, our beast waited patiently for the storm to pass.
 Archy G would not be deterred, taking every opportunity to survey for deer beds and possible ways to get there.
 During a brief lull in the storm,we traveled to another high point
 where we watched Archy G watch for a few more minutes.
 At least we did this until hail and lightning forced our hasty retreat.
 The mighty hunter was tired after our trek at 13,000 feet.
 Also the Beast.
As we left the mountain, I asked..."Was all this worth it?"
Guess that's a yes.
Not bad for Day 2 of a first time archery hunt with a tooth infection! More on that later...