tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61377286806322599942024-02-20T19:26:57.948-08:00Think Like A JillianJillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.comBlogger203125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-57560574748156004452011-09-28T09:49:00.000-07:002011-09-28T16:15:36.832-07:00Terra AustralisLong before anyone ever went to Antarctica, scholars and yahoos already believed it existed. The thinking was, there’s all this land up in the Northern Hemisphere, but not a lot going on down South—there must be a giant hidden continent down there to balance everything out. In fact, even after Antarctica was located, map makers kept drawing it far larger that it truly is to get the right balance. These people were pretty into balance, I guess.<br />
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As we in the States were busy dumping tea into idyllic East Coast harbors and refusing to pay taxes to stuffy old monarchies, Captain James Cook was busy becoming the first explorer to cross the Antarctic Circle. His ships, the HMS <i>Resolution </i>and <i>Adventure</i>, came within 75 miles of the coast before being turned back by field ice. In 1820, Antarctica was spotted for the first time by an Estonian-born Russian Naval captain named Fabian Gottlieb von Bellingshousen. It would be a year before someone set foot there--American sealer John Davis briefly landed on mainland Antarctica on February 7th, 1821. <br />
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In 1839, the United States Exploring Expedition (affectionately called the “Ex Ex”, which I love), sailed from Sydney Australia to do a bit of exploring on the new continent. A few years later, James Clark Ross sailed along a huge wall of ice that was later named the Ross Ice Shelf—Mount Erebus and Mount Terror are named after two ships from his expedition. Another explorer with a great name, Mercator Cooper, landed in and explored East Antarctica in 1853.<br />
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These were all minor expeditions compared to the Nimrod Expedition, led by the great Ernest Shackleton in 1907. Shackleton’s crew became the first to climb Mount Erebus and to reach the South Magnetic Pole. They were also the first humans to traverse the Ross Ice Shelf, the first to traverse the Transantarctic Mountain Range, and the first to set foot on the South Polar Plateau. For more on Shackleton (and on why it was called the Nimrod Expedition), talk to my husband.<br />
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A few words about the continent itself. It is the fifth-largest continent on the planet (larger than Europe and twice as large as Australia). About 98% of the continent is covered by ice that averages one mile in thickness. West Antarctica resembles the Andes mountain range in South America. East Antarctica is geologically varied. Antarctica is the coldest place on Earth. The coldest temperature ever recorded on this planet was -128.6*F at the Vostok Station in July 1983. The entire continent is a desert, although some of the coastal areas are known to get snowfalls of up to 48 inches in 48 hours. Heavy winds (storm-force) are also common.<br />
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Antarctica has no permanent residents, but maintains a temporary population of around 1000 in winter and 5000 in summer at a variety of research stations. As of 2009, eleven children had been born in Antarctica. Several bases are now home to families with children attending school on the base.<br />
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With no permanent residents, Antarctica also has no government although several countries claim sovereignty over certain regions. New claims on the continent have been suspended since the Antarctic Treating of 1959 which classified the continent as politically neutral. It also set aside Antarctic as a scientific preserve, established freedom of scientific investigation and environmental protection, and banned military activity (including weapons testing) on the continent. The Madrid Protocol of 1998 bans all mining an Antarctica and designates the continent as a “natural reserve devoted to peace and science.”<br />
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If you want to go, ships sail from Ushuaia Argentina (mostly to the Antarctic Peninsula, not the mainland). There are also a few commercial flights from Sydney and Melbourne that serve the major research stations. On these flights, passengers in most seating classes rotate their position in the row halfway into the flight to give everyone a window or one-over-from-window seat for half the time. Major landing fields include Williams Field, Pegasus Blue-Ice Runway (really), and Annual Sea-Ice Runway. November-March is the best time to go. <b>If you go, take me with you!<br />
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*The food! England isn’t known for its cuisine, but we didn’t have a bad meal there. For the duration of the trip, I’d given up my vegivore ways (what’s the point of traveling half-way around the world and not trying the local cuisine?). We tried bangers and mash, fish and chips, shepherd’s pie, and several varieties of meat pasties (they have become a favorite), as well as a variety of more unusual dishes—always delicious. Some nights we bought food at the local Greenwich market and cooked in our flat. And no meal in London seemed complete without an accompanying traditional beverage! We bought a British cookbook and I try not to drool too much on the pictures when I look through it. Back home, Gordon and I even created an excellent vegetarian version of pot pie that we just can’t get enough of. <br />
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*ART! I love original art and London has so much to offer! We spent hours wandering the halls of the National Gallery (da Vinci, Michelangelo, Titian, Velazquez, Van Gogh, Renoir, Monet). We also took in the Tate Modern (Matisse, Warhol, Lichtenstein, Pollock, Rodin), the Wallace Collection (Rembrandt, Hals, Titian, Rubens, Van Dyck, Gainsborough), the Victoria & Albert Museum (collections of furniture, glass, jewelry, metalwork, paintings, photography, sculpture, textiles, and architecture), the Courtauld Gallery (Rubens, Botticelli, Cezanne, Degas, Manet, Monet, Matisse, Gauguin, Van Gogh, Toulouse-Lautrec), the Queen’s House (Turner, Hogarth, Gainsborough), and probably a few others I’m forgetting. And that doesn’t even scratch the surface of what is available in London!<br />
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*Westminster Abbey. This is a classic part of any London tourist itinerary, so I didn’t expect too much. I thought it would be crowded and a bit underwhelming like some of the other major tourist sites (read: Tower of London). But I LOVED the Abbey. We were there in the off-season and at odd hours, too, so it really felt like we had the place to ourselves and could wander around at will. I’ve never seen a church quite like Westminster Abbey—so many famous historical figures are buried there, it takes your breath away. Poet’s corner--where Chaucer, Tennyson, Browning, and Dickens are buried--was a highlight. And of course, given that we were visiting in mid-April, preparations were well underway for the Royal Wedding just a few days away. Having just been there, it was very cool to watch footage of Catherine walking down the aisle and thinking, “I was just there, I walked right where she is walking!”. <br />
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*Our flat in Greenwich. We had struggled to find an affordable flat to rent in London, so we ended up staying a bit out of the city center in Greenwich. It the end, it was a great decision! After a long day in Central London, it was so wonderful to leave the noise and head out to Greenwich. Our flat was right on the Thames, so we were able to take the Thames Clippers to and from the sites most days rather than trying to squeeze into the Tube with the masses. The views from the boat (parliament and big ben, the Eye, Tower Bridge, Tower of London, the Gherkin….) were fabulous. Watching the sun rise and set from our balcony each day was wonderful. The flat itself was cozy and comfortable and perfectly aged—I don’t think I’ve ever slept better away from home.<br />
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*One of my favorite places was the Church of St. Bartholomew the Great (“Great St. Bart’s”). There are thousands of awesome churches and cathedrals scattered around Europe, but this one stole my heart in a new way. The church is truly a hidden treasure—you wouldn’t know from the entrance to the courtyard that such an amazing place lies just inside the walls. Inside the church was filled with burning incense and light coming in from high windows shined through the smoke in atmospheric rays. The stone walls were dark and cool and discolored with age. The cloisters were the best part. They had been turned into a small café, lined with amazing windows of thick colored glass. We sat in the cloisters for about an hour drinking monastic beer while we chatted with the waitress. It just so happened that she had some extra tickets to a burlesque show in Soho that evening and wondered if we would like to go. Can’t say no to that, right?! Gordon and I went to the show while Mom and Jaima went to see <i>Stomp!</i> in the West End. Walking through Soho after sunset was a cultural experience in and of itself, and the burlesque show was so wonderful and funny and surprising we kept dissolving into fits of giggles all the way home on the long Underground ride back to our flat. Unforgettable.<br />
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*The British Library. Inside there is an exhibit of incredibly old and significant manuscripts including original pages from Leonardo DaVinci’s journals, handwritten musical scores from George Frideric Handel, the sole surviving manuscript copy of the poem Beowulf, two 1215 copies of the Magna Carta, two Gutenberg Bibles, and the Diamond Sutra (the world’s earliest dated printed book, printed in 868 during the Tang Dynasty). It was absolutely amazing to see these with my own eyes! Added bonus: John Lennon’s original scrawled lyrics to <i>Yesterday</i>.<br />
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I could go on and on, but you’ll just have to go there yourself to experience the rest!Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-24006958483446900652011-08-24T11:01:00.000-07:002011-08-24T11:01:24.501-07:00Fictional FictionLike every other American student, in my senior year of high school I had to take a course called “Current World Problems.” One assignment in the class was to read a book of historical fiction that related to issues still being resolved today, then write an 8-page review. Plagued with senioritis and not a small dose of defiant attitude, I decided not to read a book, and instead make one up completely. In the end, writing a review of a fake book was almost certainly more work that writing a review of a real book would have been, but it turns out challenges are fun! The book I invented was about the city of Berlin and how it was recovering a decade after the fall of the Wall. I think my mother still has a copy of paper I wrote tucked away in a box somewhere. As I recall I got a 95/100 on the assignment. The only comment from my teacher, Mr. Mitchell, was that I had used a few too many direct quotes from the book.<br />
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I tell that story as an introduction to an author I’m just discovering, Jorge Luis Borges. Borges lived from 1899 to 1986 and was incredibly well-known and well-received. He wrote essays, novels, short stories, and poetry. I became interested in Borges’ work because I am traveling to Argentina soon and Borges is a much-beloved native son. I’m working my way through his entire collection of poetry at the moment (and loving it!), and will soon delve into his short stories. He is especially known for his reflections on Porteño culture, for fostering the beginnings of magical realism in Latin American novels, and for the spiritual and existential dilemmas explored in his work. <br />
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What I like best about him, though, are his hoaxes and forgeries. Along with publishing numerous legitimate translations, he also published original works and claimed them to be translations of works he had chanced upon. In one case, he added three falsely-attributed pieces into an otherwise legitimate anthology. He also wrote reviews of non-existent works. The best-known example is his “<i>Pierre Menard, Author of the Quixote</i>” which tells the tale of a modern Frenchman attempting to write Cervantes’s <i>Don Quixote</i> verbatim, but without looking at the original text. Borges’ review of the imaginary Menard’s imaginary work, is glowing—he discusses how much richer Menard’s work is than that of Cervantes, even though the text is exactly the same. Of this unusual hobby of his, Borges wrote, “It is a laborious madness and an impoverishing one, the madness of composing vast books, setting out in five hundred pages an idea that can be perfectly related orally in five minutes. The better way to go about it is to pretend that those books already exist, and offer a summary, a commentary on them…A more reasonable, more inept, and more lazy man, I have chosen to write notes on <i>imaginary </i>books.”<br />
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Also, incidentally, today would have been Borges' 112th birthday.<br />
Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-69021161886178253462011-08-12T10:39:00.000-07:002011-08-15T08:40:39.080-07:00Last Will and TestamentI grew up in a sweet little farming and orcharding community where were death was accepted as a regular part of life and no one seemed to get too worked up about it. Attending the local Lutheran Church (Missouri Synod), death was never presented as something to fear, so I developed what I believe to be a healthy outlook on life and death. As much as I love life, I’m not overly worried about ceasing to exist someday. My parents, too, are at peace with the eventuality of death. They keep a file containing ideas for their own funeral services, including favorite hymns and scriptures. The file is fairly regularly updated and is discussed openly by the family.<br />
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Yesterday I made a will; a first for me. I’ve always meant to make one, as it’s fairly well accepted that even if you have very little wealth to leave behind, it’s good to have a written document outlining any special bequests and your preferences regarding your remains. Of course, it’s mostly moot if my husband survives me. But on the off chance we die together (not a terribly unlikely scenario, given our propensity for adventure), this should make things pretty clear. <br />
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Wills are an interesting subject. It’s the only way, save ghosting and spooking, that the dead can affect the living, change behavior, make demands, or get a last word in. As you can imagine, there have been some pretty unusual bequests throughout history:<br />
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*Mark Gruenwald, executive editor of Captain American and Iron Man comics (Marvel), requested that his ashes be mixed with ink and then used to print coming books. He got his wish.<br />
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*Gene Roddenberry, creator of Star Trek, successfully requested that his ashes be rocketed into space to orbit the earth (the capsule has since burned in the atmosphere).<br />
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*Robert Louis Stevenson, author of Treasure Island, had a friend who always felt cheated that her birthday coincided with Christmas. In his will, he willed her his own birthday to use for the remainder of her life.<br />
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*Painter JMW Turner left his paintings to the nation of England and his fortune ‘for the support of the poor and decayed artists born in England.’ His relatives fought this will in court and were able to keep the money for themselves.<br />
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*Jeremy Bentham, philosopher of utilitarianism, offered his body for use and study. It remains on display at the University College London.<br />
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As for my own will, it’s boring legalese for the most part. Although I did have a little fun with the disposal of my remains:<br />
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“In addition to the items granted above, I would like to specify disposition instructions for my remains. I would like my physical remains to be cremated. I would like my ashes to be scattered by my natural-born sisters, Jaima and Caitlin. The ashes are to be scattered as follows: 50% in Riga Latvia, 50% on the island of La Digue in the Seychelles. Feel free to skimp on the Memorial Service so there are more funds for ash-scattering. Feel free to skip having a service at all and just drink whiskey and tell stories and talk about how awesome it was to know me. Possibly around a campfire.”<br />
Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-68473188433531740412011-08-03T16:13:00.000-07:002011-08-03T16:13:49.248-07:00I (heart) WordsI've recently become addicted to a language/grammar/style blog over at <a href="http://www.economist.com/">The Economist</a> , called "<a href="http://www.economist.com/blogs/johnson">Johnson</a>" (after Samuel, beloved dictionary-maker). The blog has multiple writers and is a wonderful haven for wordnerds such as myself. Saw this there and had to share:<br />
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Some other favorite posts are linked below, but I suggest just starting at the current post and reading on indefinitely. : )<br />
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<a href="http://www.economist.com/blogs/johnson/2011/07/colour-naming">Color-Naming</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.economist.com/blogs/johnson/2011/07/changes-meaning">Changes in Meaning</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.economist.com/blogs/johnson/2011/06/presidential-pronouns">Presidential Pronouns</a>Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-83637178917445300052011-07-19T11:25:00.000-07:002011-07-19T11:32:10.680-07:00Summer Update!Hello Blogosphere! What a crazy-amazing-surprising summer I am having! Some updates....<br />
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*Work: I work for an educational travel organization and our students travel on six continents during June, July, and August. It's always a crazy-busy time at the office, but this year I applied for and got a temporary summer promotion to the position of Duty Officer. This means that I handle our most escalated incidents and am on hand during non-business hours in case any emergencies come up. Going into it, I was excited but also very nervous. In practice, however, it has been a blast! It's stressful, emotional work and there is lots of it, but there is a new challenge every day and never a dull moment. Also, my work schedule has been 4:30pm to 1:00am Tuesday through Saturday--totally awesome. <br />
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*Play: The summer work schedule has allowed me tons of free time for going to coffee with friends; playing badminton, ladder golf, bean bag toss, and bocce ball in the park; riding my bike; going to matinee movies (half-price!); brewing beer; reading my way through our local library; sewing aprons & quilts; and playing in weekly kickball games (my new favorite activity). <br />
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*Adventure: Through my work, I got some nearly-free airline tickets from Continental Airlines. It took weeks of staring at their flight map looking at all the possible destinations before deciding on Buenos Aires, Argentina for my next adventure! Buenos Aires, the Paris of the Southern Hemisphere, Tango capital of the world, and home to the best steakhouses on the planet! Looks like we are heading there in the Spring. Side trips to Uruguay and Iguazu Falls should round-out the itinerary nicely. Yay!Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-73771580632117170202011-05-18T15:56:00.000-07:002011-05-19T11:16:59.040-07:00What Fun a Decade Can HoldTen years ago to the day, Captain Awesome and I met for the first time. The story is <a href="http://thinklikeajillian.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-it-happened.html">here</a>, if you are interested. I just can't get over what an amazing, adventurous, decade it has been! Here are some of the highlights:<br />
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*Camping trip through Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Parks. Being in Yellowstone is like visiting another planet--too cool for words. But I especially remember waking early one morning in the Tetons to a scary-sounding rustling outside the tent. Gordon thought it was a bear. It was a bunny. On the 13-hour drive home, we played a marathon cribbage tournament, which I totally won. : )<br />
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*Kayaking the Alberton Gorge (class III/IV) on my first weekend on the river. Easily one of the highlights of my life thus far, partly because it was so beautiful, partly because it was so scary, but mostly because I have never done anything so awesome in my entire life. Full story <a href="http://thinklikeajillian.blogspot.com/2008/08/whitewater-weekend.html">here</a>. <br />
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*Our first morning in Osaka, <a href="http://thinklikeajillian.blogspot.com/2008/04/photos-from-japan.html">Japan</a>. Gordon woke up well-rested and ready to go explore so before breakfast he and I went out for a walk around the neighborhood where our hotel was located, not knowing what to expect. Two blocks away we found ourselves standing in front of one of the most beautiful castles I have ever seen! It was one of those moments when we were both like--"wow, is this really my life?!"<br />
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*A million memories around our parents' kitchen tables. When we go home, whether to Havillah or Eatonville, it is always a treat. Family is so important and what better way to celebrate it than by getting together every now and then to tell the same hilarious tall tales and laugh yourselves silly?! We have both been blessed with the best in-laws you could imagine.<br />
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*Sleeping in the bed of the old Ford pick-up in the middle of the desert in Escalante National Monument in Southern Utah. We were there with friends and had spent the day hiking up a slot canyon to a wonderful little waterfall. At night, we camped in the middle of nowhere. Laying in the truck and looking up at the bright, bright stars I felt gratitude to the universe like I had never felt before.<br />
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*Gordon talks in his sleep which would be annoying except that his dreams are--without fail--Hollywood blockbusters in which he is the star and has to save the day. Sometimes he is a ninja, sometimes he's fighting off the zombie horde, sometimes he's diffusing the nuke at just the last minute, or is a spy behind enemy lines or a rock star. So imagine my delight when he woke me very early one morning by shouting (out of a deep sleep): "I am NOT burying any more corpses for you!"<br />
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*In London last month, while drinking monastic beer in the cloisters of the Church of St. Bartholomew the Great, our waitress offered us free tickets to a burlesque show that her friends were dancing in that night. How could you say no to that? We were nervous about what to expect, especially as we walked the wild streets of Soho looking for the venue, but ended up loving the whole thing. Yes, there were nearly-naked women dancing and singing, but it was also so cheeky and hilarious and just completely unexpected that we about fell out of our chairs laughing and--in fact--giggled the whole way home on the London Underground.<br />
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*Hot-air ballooning at the Winthrop Balloon Round-up. We've been twice to see the festival and to float through the sky in a wicker basket attached to a balloon full of fire. This is something that is on so many folks' life lists, I'm always amazed that I've done it. Riding in the balloon is certainly great fun, but the beauty of the snow-capped mountains and quiet Methow valley are what really strike me.<br />
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*College and career. These two don't really make the list of most memorable moments, but it is true that in the last decade Gordon and I both graduated with Bachelor's degrees and have steady, lucrative, meaningful employment.<br />
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*Swimming on the backside of Raspberry Island at Isle Royale National Park. Isle Royale is one of the least-visited National Parks in America. It's an archipelago waaaay out in the middle of Lake Superior. The park contains over 200 islands and takes 6 hours by boat from the mainland of Michigan's Upper Peninsula. We lived and worked at Rock Harbor Lodge for the summer and had the most amazing adventures. Since there are no roads or wheeled vehicles at Isle Royal, we spent the entire time in about an 8 mile radius from our dorm-style room. Nevertheless, amazing hidden getaways were not in short supply. One of the nearest islands from Rock Harbor was Raspberry Island. The backside of the island faced the wide open wilderness of Lake Superior. In the summer sunlight with the sunshine glinting off black rocks and green waves, it was paradise.<br />
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*My London update is coming, I promise. I'm just letting the whole experience marinate a little bit. Right after travel, the details are too fresh in your mind and it's harder to find the larger themes and lessons of the trip. (Or anyway, that's the excuse I'm going with, so pipe down)Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-65829279453183635842011-04-07T13:15:00.000-07:002011-04-07T13:15:28.587-07:00Bubble and Squeak*I'm having a bit of trouble containing myself today. I'm just a teensy bit excited. Tomorrow morning.......at 6am......I'm flying off to LONDON! This will be my fourth adventure to Europe, but my first in the United Kingdom. My traveling companions include mom, sister, and husband. We've rented an awesome flat on the River Thames (<a href="http://www.holiday-rentals.co.uk/p492613">this flat</a>, in fact!) and put together an itinerary so jam-packed with delight, it might just kill us dead. I can't even begin to think what I'm most looking forward to; whenever I look over the list of things we are going to do and see, I get woozy. : )<br />
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We'll be in London for about 10 days, coming back home about a week before the <a href="http://www.officialroyalwedding2011.org/">Royal Wedding</a>. With Wills and Kate's upcoming nuptials on everyone's mind, I expect the atmosphere in London will be pretty celebratory. <br />
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<i>*Bubble and Squeak is a traditional English dish made with the shallow-fried leftover vegetables from a roast dinner. Yum!</i>Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-48003291884630016972011-04-04T09:41:00.000-07:002011-04-04T11:50:28.115-07:00Garden PartyI don’t think of it much these days, but as a little girl, I did a LOT of gardening. Far more than most people I know, anyway. We lived on a small farm, the primary focus of which was raising beef cattle. We always had a large vegetable garden (one at our place and another at Grandma’s, a mile away) where we grew potatoes, peas, carrots, salad greens, raspberries, onions, cabbage, and beans. We’d eat fresh vegetables all summer and fall, then eat canned and frozen produce all winter and spring. It was so delicious! Since moving away from home, however, I haven’t had much opportunity to eat fresh-from-the-garden produce. In the summers, Gordon and I make bi-weekly trips to the local farmers market, and Mom & Grandma always send us home with fresh or canned garden items (not to mention COOKIES) after we visit, but we haven’t ever attempted to have a garden of our own.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLold9TIhpQct1tnK-EvjzSrvM391i_0HxfhRfvNllvXuBIJpjk7SZQ_2vVC25o-jgE-hOzlXK6kjrBEy3sSiy6-VkS4sFEWYvhWUZ7zMoZNtqfYNJDEo6d85kcCUCo1h2ysx6X3giUBD/s1600/garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="239" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLold9TIhpQct1tnK-EvjzSrvM391i_0HxfhRfvNllvXuBIJpjk7SZQ_2vVC25o-jgE-hOzlXK6kjrBEy3sSiy6-VkS4sFEWYvhWUZ7zMoZNtqfYNJDEo6d85kcCUCo1h2ysx6X3giUBD/s320/garden.jpg" /></a></div>The apartment where Captain Awesome and I have lived for the past 8 years is an adorable living space in the top floor of a house on Spokane’s scenic South Hill. Our door is at the back of the house (bad feng shui, but it does keep the door-to-door religious kooks and hyper-committed politicos at bay) and we have a cute square of lawn out back as well. About four years ago we put in a little garden where I planted some bulbs, but other than that, we’ve never made any attempt to improve the space or use it for gardening. This year, however, Gordon has decided to add to his already-extensive list of hobbies by including growing his own vegetables. We’ve put in two more gardens in the rented space and Gordon built a sun box, as well. In addition, along with our friends from the Fancy Paper Plate Club we’ve started a community garden in another friend’s backyard. We spent this last weekend building and improving raised beds, turning the soil, and generally getting the space ready for some serious veggie action. It looks great out there; I can’t wait until its warm enough to start planting! <br />
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Meanwhile, Gordon and I have started a number of plants inside the house, some of which we will transplant outside when the time is right. We planted a bunch of herbs first (parsley, oregano, sage, cilantro, rosemary, chives, dill, and basil) then started the vegetables. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU9NjU9tSWIIQwpw_LcTCZrYbPo58KEq0ladMQUTvi2yUbuJnUHaRdW64KAMfF1en7DOJ31HqToSib_YwPcwx2bddJOvr2Klj30yZfpYgfSn3JN5TjeHzMDd_oySq5VQbhDNn5fYixB9Xv/s1600/carrot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="138" width="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU9NjU9tSWIIQwpw_LcTCZrYbPo58KEq0ladMQUTvi2yUbuJnUHaRdW64KAMfF1en7DOJ31HqToSib_YwPcwx2bddJOvr2Klj30yZfpYgfSn3JN5TjeHzMDd_oySq5VQbhDNn5fYixB9Xv/s320/carrot.jpg" /></a></div>So far we are trying green beans, spinach, butter crunch lettuce, broccoli, scallions, zucchini squash, cucumber, roma tomatoes, bell peppers, poblano peppers, and jalapenos. Nearly everything has sprouted and is looking good! It’s fun to check the plants each morning for new growth. Gordon also built some window boxes which we installed outside our second-story living-room windows (and painted a summery light blue). We plan to keep a fresh rotation of herbs and salad greens in the window boxes throughout the growing season. I’ll keep you updated on how it goes.Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-16896871349428352172011-03-23T15:18:00.000-07:002011-03-23T15:24:31.158-07:00"Real Change for Your Dollar"Through a friend (<i>Thanks, A!), </i>I recently discovered <a href="http://www.givewell.org/">GiveWell</a>, an independent, nonprofit charity evaluator. GiveWell reviews information about charities and rates them based on how effective they are at solving the problems they claim to address in the world, how efficiently they use donor funds to achieve their goals, how they track their own successes and failures over time, and how transparent the whole process is. This information is posted in detail on their website so that people who are considering charitable giving can review before deciding where to give. <br />
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Most prospective donors make decisions about where to give their money based on their own personal feelings and interests. For example, if I feel strongly about the AIDS crisis in Africa, I will donate heavily to organizations who claim to be doing something about it. If I am or know a cancer survivor or victim, I might choose to donate to a group aiming to find a cure. Others may feel strongly about environmental issues such as clean water and air, global climate change, etc. Once we have made the decision to donate, most people look no further than the organization’s own website or printed materials to make our final decision. The folks behind GiveWell knew or suspected that many—if not most—charity organizations overstate their effectiveness, and this causes donor dollars to go down a black hole rather than getting to people who could actually make good use of the funds. <br />
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It’s not just a question of abandoned wells, however. You have to consider what it is that these wells are supposed to accomplish. Why did we decide the people needed a well in the first place? The answer, of course, is that clean drinking water reduces the spread of disease. Unfortunately, water is only one of the ways that disease is spread and not necessarily the main one. Take a look at the diagram below:<br />
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I don’t claim to have an answer to this problem. I’m certainly not saying, “Don’t donate.” But I agree with the folks at GiveWell who suggest that we should put our money primarily into projects that can report some quantifiable positive result, not just anecdotes.<br />
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*For GiveWell's full analysis of water charities (interesting and readable, I promise), <a href="http://www.givewell.org/international/health/water">click here</a>.<br />
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*For a list of charities highly rated by GiveWell, <a href="http://www.givewell.org/charities/top-charities">click here</a>.<br />
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*For GiveWell's take on donations toward Japan earthquake/tsunami relief (interesting!), <a href="http://blog.givewell.org/2011/03/15/update-on-how-to-help-japan-funding-is-not-needed-we-recommend-giving-to-doctors-without-borders-to-promote-better-disaster-relief-in-general/">click here</a>.Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-3000816211655337482011-03-23T12:37:00.000-07:002011-03-23T12:37:53.669-07:00Going Veggie!I was spending Christmas with my wonderful in-laws last year. My mother-in-law is all gluten-free these days and she had been given <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Moosewood-Cookbook-Katzens-Classic-Cooking/dp/1580081304/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1300907254&sr=8-1">The Moosewood Cookbook</a> as a gift. I think I read through the whole thing about 3 times cover to cover in the lazy, cozy days after the holiday, and I decided (first) to buy my own copy or risk ruining Mom’s new one, and (second) to become a vegetarian for one year, starting on January 1st. <br />
I’d never even considered being vegetarian before. Being raised on a small, all-natural, grass-fed beef farm (with easy access to fresh local chicken and pork as well), I didn’t think I would be able to give meat up. But I needed some kind of catalyst to get me thinking more about what I eat, and I do enjoy a challenge. Now here I am almost three months in and I am doing (and feeling) great!<br />
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The earliest known vegetarians were from the areas of current-day India and Greece and lived in the 6th Century BCE. These people made the conscious decision to avoid meat as an act of nonviolence toward animals. Today there are many reasons for going veggie. Some people just don’t like the taste of meat, some believe killing animals for food is cruel, some take up the lifestyle for its health benefits, or to make some kind of political statement, or to be “in” with a certain crowd, or to save money on food. <br />
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There are also many different types of vegetarians. Ovo-vegetarians eat eggs but not dairy products. Lacto-vegetarians eat dairy but not eggs. You can guess what ovo-lacto veggies eat. Someone who excludes ALL animal products including eggs, dairy, and honey is a vegan. As for me, I’m technically a pescetarian because I eat fish, but no other meats. I do eat eggs and cheese. As for the health of all these options, some early studies have shown that pescatarians and occasional meat-eaters (people who eat meat only once or twice a week) have the longest lifespan. Strict vegetarians (no fish) and meat-eaters tie for second, followed by vegans. These studies are young, so the outcomes may change as we continue to study the health effects of different diets.<br />
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Vegetarians tend to have lower body mass index, lower levels of cholesterol, lower blood pressure, and less incidence of heart disease, hypertension, type 2 diabetes, renal disease, osteoporosis, dementias such as Alzheimer’s disease and other disorders. Some people wonder if a vegetarian diet can provide sufficient nutrition, but studies show most vegetarians have no noteworthy nutritional disadvantages. Protein is widely known for being a “meat” thing, but in fact protein comes from many vegetable sources as well and vegetarian diets easily meet these daily requirements (even for athletes who tend to need a lot of protein). Vitamin B12 can be a tough one for vegans, but is readily available in fish, eggs, and dairy. Vegetarian levels of iron, calcium, fatty acids, and other vitamins tend to be right on par with meat-eaters.<br />
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People always ask me if it is hard to be a vegetarian. It really hasn’t been too difficult for me, probably because I’m taking it as a personal challenge. My husband made the spur-of-the-moment decision to join me in veggie-land “in support”, and he’s been having a much harder time (and has cheated a couple times already I have to say, so <i>thanks for the support, honey</i>). : ) Mostly I’ve just been enjoying creating and cooking more meals at home, eating a lot more fresh produce, and trying out new recipes. <br />
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Here is a recipe I invented that is so good you won’t even realize it’s a meat-free dish:<br />
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<b>Jillian’s Yummy Baked Ravioli</b> <br />
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1 bag frozen ravioli, cooked according to package directions<br />
1 large jar of pasta sauce (choose a yummy-sounding one like four cheese or basil garlic)<br />
1/4 medium onion, finely chopped<br />
4 garlic cloves, finely chopped<br />
3 cups fresh or frozen assorted veggies, cut into bite-size pieces (I used broccoli, carrots, zucchini, and peas, but feel free to use your favorites)<br />
3 tablespoons cream cheese<br />
1 cup grated cheddar<br />
1/4 cup bread crumbs (flavored okay, homemade is best)<br />
Olive oil<br />
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In large saucepan, heat a little bit of olive oil over medium-high heat. When heated, add chopped onion and garlic and sauté for about 4 minutes. Add additional veggies and sauté until they reach desired softness. You may want to add a little more oil to veggies. Pour sauce into veggie mixture and heat through. Add cream cheese and stir until fully melted in the sauce.<br />
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Place cooked, hot raviolis in a 9x13in glass baking dish. Pour sauce and mix in with ravioli. Mix grated cheese and bread crumbs together, sprinkle evenly over the top. Bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes. Garlic bread and garden salad make great sides! <br />
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No, you may not just watch the first one. No, you may not just watch the first thirty seconds of each one and then comment as if you have an informed opinion. No, I don't care that you are trying to watch this at work and the third video happens to feature a guy dancing (prancing?) around in his underwear) : )</em><br /><br />BTW, I love all these, but they are in order from best to not-quite-as-best. : )<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EaEPCsQ4608?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EaEPCsQ4608?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AWiccrTB4LM?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AWiccrTB4LM?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hEhutIEUq8k?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hEhutIEUq8k?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-1254267980743723592010-08-06T13:58:00.000-07:002010-08-06T14:04:51.418-07:00Yearbook PhotosThanks to <a href="http://www.therobecks.blogspot.com">Troy and Laura</a> (and my slow workdays) for these gems:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrbn_m36BUJZwH25SZs0zmsqbMqnkmZ5847n3zg72sTKVfIw4qJoAxY_w7Uda5B5loqRYB_kD654WETI-KO9Kxl8r3GpiGjIZBEHrd3v6uo3xdocNNQOssZX1XztnODJgzV6alB5L-5Cl/s1600/1960"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrbn_m36BUJZwH25SZs0zmsqbMqnkmZ5847n3zg72sTKVfIw4qJoAxY_w7Uda5B5loqRYB_kD654WETI-KO9Kxl8r3GpiGjIZBEHrd3v6uo3xdocNNQOssZX1XztnODJgzV6alB5L-5Cl/s400/1960" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502404699437829346" /></a><br />Ah, 1960. What a lovely year...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZNiv54QKxO6C6xErpGD_dgCwcIQSYtPdvcOPPHhA87rARYCGh9PMX2n_Yqw9kfYnInB6giebh0U28chOmpSVTZ1TFywp-mMpiZvnGNW8a0zNJzsgaTOlljbZ2Y-haplRrAEBSwtX9URo/s1600/1966"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZNiv54QKxO6C6xErpGD_dgCwcIQSYtPdvcOPPHhA87rARYCGh9PMX2n_Yqw9kfYnInB6giebh0U28chOmpSVTZ1TFywp-mMpiZvnGNW8a0zNJzsgaTOlljbZ2Y-haplRrAEBSwtX9URo/s400/1966" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502404587022075922" /></a><br />I was a good girl in 1966<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJa8xHfxU8OvOv-5xIIL4UOwkeuhap7sO5DTUnbPkc9SxAcqEcmfRdJCDB-aNRN7uJXf93nQ5Gz-_XqDG-mHZpDmmR4C784IvoDGA3Qvbtsp5QPIK10n3kT26OZ5EYrtLvwiGsNyPkFXN/s1600/1980"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJa8xHfxU8OvOv-5xIIL4UOwkeuhap7sO5DTUnbPkc9SxAcqEcmfRdJCDB-aNRN7uJXf93nQ5Gz-_XqDG-mHZpDmmR4C784IvoDGA3Qvbtsp5QPIK10n3kT26OZ5EYrtLvwiGsNyPkFXN/s400/1980" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502404583580993282" /></a><br />1980, not quite fully into my crazy grunge period yet...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2DY4BX1Eo0IPb-nL8iPFlmRsKW_ZUQlSJQT88HF-Pin8i2Pr0i_eL0wgpIJJ-xpRLiDeV90u5WGTwKcik1JDpIRe5ak0s5SavDtOmdjwPT4P34J42I5wWRtt_2H762jgz1xZAdNDEEcrq/s1600/1984"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2DY4BX1Eo0IPb-nL8iPFlmRsKW_ZUQlSJQT88HF-Pin8i2Pr0i_eL0wgpIJJ-xpRLiDeV90u5WGTwKcik1JDpIRe5ak0s5SavDtOmdjwPT4P34J42I5wWRtt_2H762jgz1xZAdNDEEcrq/s400/1984" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502404575291390130" /></a><br />Ah, there it is. 1984!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAMRJnwpS0BitXgeXcSn6VlKM2IGixJUvNqJvUkif42v0HH8vJY4s1g-ta4JWBTb6Q4SxjD941Vl3fKbM8G9YiFiYsXXIkOcQNtVdo2G0DaW0ihvfYi3K02VR1NXKjZ29KbfA9Vr_Tume/s1600/1992"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAMRJnwpS0BitXgeXcSn6VlKM2IGixJUvNqJvUkif42v0HH8vJY4s1g-ta4JWBTb6Q4SxjD941Vl3fKbM8G9YiFiYsXXIkOcQNtVdo2G0DaW0ihvfYi3K02VR1NXKjZ29KbfA9Vr_Tume/s400/1992" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502404570727592066" /></a><br />I think I look just like Jaima in this photo (Jaima of 1992, not Jaima of 2010)<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMCND-I_VUEZFGTHDfSbeCjZHpDkH8BuO_McksxwEjoYyqoA-BJg1wycUVY9jryrdzVE7sjunNSuucgS2C7s3Yk-EfQNwCJ0eqykyAKScR8b1lql36GXdsopT0cS7FJ_Od3YSCpvcYskkY/s1600/2000"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMCND-I_VUEZFGTHDfSbeCjZHpDkH8BuO_McksxwEjoYyqoA-BJg1wycUVY9jryrdzVE7sjunNSuucgS2C7s3Yk-EfQNwCJ0eqykyAKScR8b1lql36GXdsopT0cS7FJ_Od3YSCpvcYskkY/s400/2000" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502404565744011810" /></a><br />But things finally started coming together by 2000. Whew!Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-70971301642634653342010-08-04T12:26:00.000-07:002010-08-06T06:40:33.386-07:00Solar TsunamiAs many of you may know, this week held some pretty cool solar activity. Four large coronal mass ejections took place, allowing for fabulous aurora borealis viewing on Earth. Coronal Mass Ejections (CMEs) are similar to and related to solar flares, but the relationship is not yet fully understood. Flares generally produce a visible, well…flare.., which shoots away from the sun. As you can see from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Complex_solar_eruption_SDO_Aug_1_2010.ogv">this</a> video, no flares were visible during these recent events, though you can glimpse the power of a large CME.<br /><br />CMEs of this magnitude are cool because they cause such bright northern lights that folks in non-polar regions have a good chance of seeing them. Unfortunately, they also may knock out some unprotected parts of the power grid and mess with satellites. <br /><br />Nevertheless, the sun is cool (figuratively speaking). Also check out this crazy-awesome photo:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtCEKN6FTDdXUOwZRx3dV2faoU9cFP7glGt5h6zzKP1pUsYh4DYahneo_mwb56iPwH_o9c-9sQZwd7Q6fPFnVIJJzW76gKtAhuYL8eR_3jcUMGu7JOyBh8NbY5-0H0akqTuGa2OMcPcJZ/s1600/sunspot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtCEKN6FTDdXUOwZRx3dV2faoU9cFP7glGt5h6zzKP1pUsYh4DYahneo_mwb56iPwH_o9c-9sQZwd7Q6fPFnVIJJzW76gKtAhuYL8eR_3jcUMGu7JOyBh8NbY5-0H0akqTuGa2OMcPcJZ/s320/sunspot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501639186911262738" /></a><br />This image is an extreme ultraviolet snapshot from the Solar Dynamics Observatory. It shows the sun's northern hemisphere in mid-eruption. Different colors represent different gas temperatures ranging from ~1 to 2 million degrees K.<br /><br />*Note: "Solar Tsunami" would be an excellent band name.Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-6603695367937528662010-07-28T13:15:00.000-07:002010-07-28T13:20:53.618-07:00Otter FodderOn a hot summer day, there is nothing like an ice cold Otter Pop to cool things down. Otter Pops--frozen fruit juice in plastic tubes--were originally created in 1970 to compete with a similar product called Fla-Vor-Ice. Not having cute otters with funny names on their packaging, the good people at Fla-Vor-Ice knew they were fighting a losing battle. They bought out the Otter Pop brand and discontinued Fla-Vor-Ice in 1996.<br /><br />Otter Pops come in six colors, each color assigned a “personality”:<br /><br />Blue-- Louie-Bloo Raspberry (blue raspberry) <br />Red-- Poncho Punch (Tropical Punch) (originally Rip Van Lemon until the mid-1970s) <br />Green-- Sir Isaac Lime (Lemon Lime) <br />Light Red-- Strawberry Short Kook (Strawberry) <br />Purple-- Alexander the Grape (Grape) <br />Orange-- Little Orphan Orange (Orange) <br /><br />One major event in Otter Pop history is the Sir Isaac Lime protest of 1996. The parent company had made plans to replace Sir Isaac Lime with Scarlett O’Cherry. However, a group of fourth-graders from California mounted a signature-gathering campaign and picketed the company’s headquarters. An email campaign was also put into effect (one Stanford University professor accused the company of “otter-cide”). Company executives relented after meeting with the children; they wisely decided to retain the Sir Isaac Lime flavor.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9m6i7Zg7a2-ERNfRKynCZb6MHWMP7dBPG9tL0IwK2C-WhXScvJP0YA5sqgAIJ1lGzy1njRWYMYdh5CGlWssmDsgy99E96M7O0UczvSLjy7hkPuy8ntnu_VdvUh4z6dHmjuasIfI9JDzMR/s1600/mtb_fullimage_louie.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 79px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9m6i7Zg7a2-ERNfRKynCZb6MHWMP7dBPG9tL0IwK2C-WhXScvJP0YA5sqgAIJ1lGzy1njRWYMYdh5CGlWssmDsgy99E96M7O0UczvSLjy7hkPuy8ntnu_VdvUh4z6dHmjuasIfI9JDzMR/s200/mtb_fullimage_louie.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499054524805450562" /></a><br />Per the Otter Pop website, each otter personality is also a member of a band called the Otter PopStars. Each otter has his or her own fan site complete with photos and bios. For example, here is the skinny on Louie-Bloo Raspberry:<br /><br />Instrument: Upright Bass<br /><br /><blockquote>Louie is a Jazz poet whose book of verse <em>The Sweet Raspberry of Yesterday and Other Poems </em>has been translated into twelve languages including Beaver and Cockatiel. Originally from New Otterleans, Louie met the Otter PopStars when they were just a band of street musicians playing for clams and rocks outside "Café Le Bloo" - the spot where Louie does his best writing. Their music touched him so deeply that he put down his pen, grabbed his upright bass and immediately joined in the fun. A friend to nature and all its creatures, Louie can often be found cultivating his window box garden of purple snap dragons and bandaging up the bite marks on his fingers.<br /><br />Favorite things:<br />-Watching the waves crashing upon the shore<br />-Estuaries<br />-A warm café ole in the morning<br /><br />Pet Peeves<br />-Confrontation<br />-Oil spills<br />-People who don’t know what an estuary is</blockquote><br /><br />Info on the rest of the Otter PopStars can be found <a href="http://www.otterpopstars.com/mtb.html">here</a>.Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-30994508197077065942010-07-26T08:25:00.000-07:002010-07-26T08:26:52.783-07:00Going DutchThe phrase “going Dutch” is a slang expression that means each person on an outing will pay for his or her own food, drinks, and entertainment. This is in contrast to a date scenario where one person is likely to pick up the full tab or a group scenario where the total cost of an evening is evenly split amongst all participants.<br /><br />The phrase may have originated based on the idea of a Dutch Door, which is one of those cool doors that is split horizontally so the top half or bottom half of the door can each be opened separately. However, “Going Dutch” has often been considered cheap and tasteless, so more likely is the possibility that the phrase originated as a derogatory jibe against the Dutch (which is stupid, of course).<br /><br />Several other languages have similar phrases, however:<br />In some parts of Italy the phrase <em>pagare alla romana</em> (to pay like people of Rome) holds the same meaning as going Dutch.<br /><br />In Turkish, <em>hesabı Alman usulü ödemek</em> means “to pay the bill the German way.”<br /><br />In Egypt it is called <em>Englizy</em>, meaning “English-style.”<br /><br />And, ironically, the Dutch phrase <em>Amerikaans feest</em> means American Party and holds the same meaning as going Dutch.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOeF2qX0R-0kAsgdI6oCLg42wyeDNkZ-wqOUxEyiN5yzDC9_YKg6FAUWz1cXbKMRGWSgbU7iQEw9IQSXGDHpFZm9KqoIs6kbG79l4rP0Em6N232Tu8bGpGD_ueoE70iwgK0uZmn12nN1V1/s1600/Dutch.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOeF2qX0R-0kAsgdI6oCLg42wyeDNkZ-wqOUxEyiN5yzDC9_YKg6FAUWz1cXbKMRGWSgbU7iQEw9IQSXGDHpFZm9KqoIs6kbG79l4rP0Em6N232Tu8bGpGD_ueoE70iwgK0uZmn12nN1V1/s200/Dutch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498236672238733842" /></a>Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-32021780530835652892010-07-21T10:46:00.000-07:002010-07-21T11:09:53.687-07:00Green Drinkery<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1V_OlRW-OtJQtwUCuGeUqpxCVp9x10rx0TbBLTi4h9oIm8HMNiSHEuZYdJCa-BFgOl2xsuOS19_rS_20AcAMD9MNi_6ri9IukVs45KIrGAV2B5l2Y3j5AywMr8HWEYMfUkUIwRW9WuccL/s1600/Green.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1V_OlRW-OtJQtwUCuGeUqpxCVp9x10rx0TbBLTi4h9oIm8HMNiSHEuZYdJCa-BFgOl2xsuOS19_rS_20AcAMD9MNi_6ri9IukVs45KIrGAV2B5l2Y3j5AywMr8HWEYMfUkUIwRW9WuccL/s200/Green.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496423275426665074" /></a><br />I've been involved in GreenDrinks for over a year now, first as a volunteer organizer and now as a board member; not sure why I haven't written about it yet. Time to rectify!<br /><br />First of all, GreenDrinks is totally awesome. Here is the deal: GreenDrinks is held once a month and is a forum for networking and socializing within the local green community. GreenDrinks clubs are active in over 600 cities and towns worldwide. All GreenDrinks clubs have their own local flair, but also follow the official GreenDrinks Code. The guidelines in the code shape the way that our events are run. <br /><br />The code, in short:<br />1. GreenDrinks is open--all people and ideas are welcome<br />2. GreenDrinks is agenda-free (you will not be preached at)<br />3. GreenDrinks is not for profit. Though some cities charge a small fee to attend, most are free and drinkers purchase their own food and drinks.<br />4. GreenDrinks is local and decentralized--Though we all follow 'the code', each city also has the power to do things their own way.<br /><br />In Spokane, we meet on the second Tuesday of every month at roving locations. Most months our event is held at a local bar or pub, although sometimes a local business or organization will sponsor us. For example, we have had a GreenDrinks in a Laundromat, a print shop, a building supply store, and an advertising agency. We always partner with a local business or non-profit, so each meeting has a focus. The organization is then allowed 2 minutes to talk to the group about what they are all about. The rest of the night is taken up with chatting, meeting new people, exchanging ideas, drinking, and laughing.<br /><br />For more info about GreenDrinks International, click <a href="http://www.greendrinks.org/">here</a>.<br />For info on starting a GreenDrinks in your own city, click <a href="http://greendrinks.org/index.php?city=Start">here</a>.<br />For info about GreenDrinks Spokane, click <a href="http://www.greendrinks.org/WA/Spokane">here</a> or <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#!/group.php?gid=39247888142&ref=ts">here</a>.Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-72687337237224114692010-06-09T08:34:00.000-07:002010-06-09T08:36:02.169-07:00Sneak Peak: New GBS Out Next Month!!!<div class="topspin-widget topspin-widget-bundle-widget"><br /> <object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="400" id="TSWidget24033" data="http://cdn.topspin.net/widgets/bundle/swf/TSBundleWidget.swf?timestamp=1276083088" bgColor="#000000"><br /> <param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"/><br /> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/><br /> <param name="quality" value="high"/><br /> <param name="movie" value="http://cdn.topspin.net/widgets/bundle/swf/TSBundleWidget.swf?timestamp=1276083088"/><br /> <param name="flashvars" value="highlightColor=0x236ba5&theme=black&widget_id=http://app.topspin.net/api/v1/artist/1128/bundle_widget/24033&theme=black"/><br /> <param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><br /> </object><br /></div>Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-55139909596515874552010-05-28T16:53:00.000-07:002010-05-28T17:30:40.735-07:00Brains!As some of you know, I fancy myself an armchair neuroscientist. I love thinking about the brain and learning about new discoveries. My curiosity was initially piqued by <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0743241657/linuxbrit-20">Mind Wide Open</a>, and I haven't been satisfied since. There are so many new advances and discoveries in the area of neuroscience! Personally, my excitement stems from the idea that what we know about the brain gives insight into human behavior and ethics. We cannot know how best to live without first knowing how we function as human beings. It's hard to improve yourself when you don't know where you are starting from.<br /><br />In any case, in celebration of the brain--and of thoughts and dreams in general--please enjoy the below images, via the Allen Brain Institute (<a href="http://www.wired.com/medtech/health/multimedia/2009/03/ff_brainatlas_gallery?slide=1&slideView=7">link</a>):<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3iCa8UEYwGG0JNY6mw9X0z3Db9PXn3NTsJrnlpt-SZcRhS2v_ePhNyuI1rEPcTyysnNc5e2vdWaTJOr8uSBtK21BvHL2wIbRuKoWy31UG5OdxRnTDgYCDxjn5yt1sNyxcDaQ1befk2r5/s1600/brain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3iCa8UEYwGG0JNY6mw9X0z3Db9PXn3NTsJrnlpt-SZcRhS2v_ePhNyuI1rEPcTyysnNc5e2vdWaTJOr8uSBtK21BvHL2wIbRuKoWy31UG5OdxRnTDgYCDxjn5yt1sNyxcDaQ1befk2r5/s200/brain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476482575017644466" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiBia84ilPABJQqYp79pXnIZzCIwk0HKN1EEMiQFCm0CE1E55Fq_bybXEhxl6Z4YmoTadNtHeyzuuumL_Mar63zayHrhkfoC7RHVWkKYgw1vn2_6L_TQlqukfWmIWRjXMWH2KWeMicnqC/s1600/scalpal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiBia84ilPABJQqYp79pXnIZzCIwk0HKN1EEMiQFCm0CE1E55Fq_bybXEhxl6Z4YmoTadNtHeyzuuumL_Mar63zayHrhkfoC7RHVWkKYgw1vn2_6L_TQlqukfWmIWRjXMWH2KWeMicnqC/s200/scalpal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476482565361068146" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXo0VRgVFEMJ_M5i_slR0F79qU6EO20hUdGoCMrMQFiMZ-gme98rljlJz2dfvsnMZOOq2Z4XoRrlxi7RL7DVo_gmuvOxY-_1BRn1n0pqBxStZ3RExEtM9eL03nfpdZu1S09tbooce2OPQ6/s1600/slicing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXo0VRgVFEMJ_M5i_slR0F79qU6EO20hUdGoCMrMQFiMZ-gme98rljlJz2dfvsnMZOOq2Z4XoRrlxi7RL7DVo_gmuvOxY-_1BRn1n0pqBxStZ3RExEtM9eL03nfpdZu1S09tbooce2OPQ6/s200/slicing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476482561704876546" /></a>Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-65584910861409157832010-05-24T10:06:00.000-07:002010-05-24T10:16:38.235-07:00Art Heist!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIWos7asu3lk3AJLT1K2i4u0Q_OCXWfIEgkJvJ2_9PAK9QIKOzX_3rPrStQBTDmfIvrOnzO3GTJyMYXPiu8kTDSQfLmwWoPHUQA08z0sMkWLNhA3ut0FlTa4t0knlk2aXMbjcbwwls-LJZ/s1600/woman+with+fan.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIWos7asu3lk3AJLT1K2i4u0Q_OCXWfIEgkJvJ2_9PAK9QIKOzX_3rPrStQBTDmfIvrOnzO3GTJyMYXPiu8kTDSQfLmwWoPHUQA08z0sMkWLNhA3ut0FlTa4t0knlk2aXMbjcbwwls-LJZ/s200/woman+with+fan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474884864615847474" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWYHbsFbbMjzzH5buTi9BsRjrg_znJ9c7DCNvZA6PlCJPlRRlRi4A5eyLNk0sFwro4C5cBPePfLVje-I3CSahjAFmfbRfz5YLm4gm_cKSEcGIWJ7h5rF5OoE_fb8y9u4UCkHIvlaGe1qJY/s1600/Nature_morte_aux_chandeliers_Fernand_Leger.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWYHbsFbbMjzzH5buTi9BsRjrg_znJ9c7DCNvZA6PlCJPlRRlRi4A5eyLNk0sFwro4C5cBPePfLVje-I3CSahjAFmfbRfz5YLm4gm_cKSEcGIWJ7h5rF5OoE_fb8y9u4UCkHIvlaGe1qJY/s200/Nature_morte_aux_chandeliers_Fernand_Leger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474884849077586258" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik2J8LtrpvOW27SSZleHvgx6ti2QH8jifKl_oXyU6QudvJfedJU_-Tb_AavTotUdGV4n3wkgoKrJthGXYKgDu6BZSL4MaO5EBnxNj5mUPMVyIIRmOJhrxVBplDU5Ioxvwb9luWFGbMkMNG/s1600/Picasso+Pigeon.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik2J8LtrpvOW27SSZleHvgx6ti2QH8jifKl_oXyU6QudvJfedJU_-Tb_AavTotUdGV4n3wkgoKrJthGXYKgDu6BZSL4MaO5EBnxNj5mUPMVyIIRmOJhrxVBplDU5Ioxvwb9luWFGbMkMNG/s200/Picasso+Pigeon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474884839914439554" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjUD8hlMXQyLuD8ltFJOq7PnrkXFGIZUvefexA3okneTt656nHrkRzHxgl4WxVAkRQ1w9nJblkki3geq3PgujnYzLbiXcnZU7NWmIPqEZctNNBImyUConf47rWrsK78Ne6SLCx0ihRWKFC/s1600/matisse+pastoral.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjUD8hlMXQyLuD8ltFJOq7PnrkXFGIZUvefexA3okneTt656nHrkRzHxgl4WxVAkRQ1w9nJblkki3geq3PgujnYzLbiXcnZU7NWmIPqEZctNNBImyUConf47rWrsK78Ne6SLCx0ihRWKFC/s200/matisse+pastoral.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474884835629157522" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXHeTlKnAGsNSItpN7r5yZHX57_rOoy7XNS4NrXeT_lQ24Z23ib11M6LuiarNSkH878EIdGwqKFUgqvXsh-Z0e5ELypPyEAMULuH-ejE2C4hKwco3hvXToVl-24gddEsrl7yIwfiPOi2eJ/s1600/braque.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXHeTlKnAGsNSItpN7r5yZHX57_rOoy7XNS4NrXeT_lQ24Z23ib11M6LuiarNSkH878EIdGwqKFUgqvXsh-Z0e5ELypPyEAMULuH-ejE2C4hKwco3hvXToVl-24gddEsrl7yIwfiPOi2eJ/s200/braque.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474884829397059698" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I love art. And yet, I also love art heists. What is wrong with me?<br /><br />In any case, here are the paintings that were stolen from Paris' Museum of Modern Art over the weekend. If your were coveting any of these, they are now officially available on the black market. <br /><br />They are: <br />Modigliani's "Woman with Fan"<br />Leger's "Still Life with Candlestick"<br />Picasso's "Dove with Green Peas"<br />Matisse's "Pastoral"<br />Braque's "Olive Tree near l'Estaque"<br /><br />Which is your favorite? Or, rather, if you were the thief, which one would you keep for yourself? : )Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-71872616290469791502010-05-21T17:05:00.000-07:002010-05-21T17:07:52.226-07:00A (Very) Brief History of Badminton<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbsD2JzZYhPAP5HwHmxdFDxiZ2ctjHUjdIAt85SCOMZbHyALTMxMoQ_x4CMwNBbzj_9Fq6AEfNjZ9I8tQkb3fBC54ncswufo1AaiS7WmpJC4lVjCmO3OC0UrrAoNC9tle0xazmA3ydwzTe/s1600/280px-Battledore-and-shuttlecock.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbsD2JzZYhPAP5HwHmxdFDxiZ2ctjHUjdIAt85SCOMZbHyALTMxMoQ_x4CMwNBbzj_9Fq6AEfNjZ9I8tQkb3fBC54ncswufo1AaiS7WmpJC4lVjCmO3OC0UrrAoNC9tle0xazmA3ydwzTe/s200/280px-Battledore-and-shuttlecock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473879075135470722" /></a><br />The esteemed and highly-respectable sport of Badminton was invented in the mid-18th Century by English soldiers stationed in the India colonies. The inventors basically just added a net to an older British game called (I’m not making this up), “Battlecore and Shuttlecock”. According to early drawings, that game looks quite a mess, but Badminton was a gentlemen’s game from the start. <br /><br />The sport was officially launched back in England in 1873 when the Duke of Beaufort opened the Badminton House at Gloucestershire, the first badminton club. Over the next 50 years, rules became more and more uniform and rigid. In 1934, the Badminton World Federation was established among Canada, Denmark, England, France, Netherlands, Ireland, New Zealand, Scotland and Wales. This organization now governs international badminton and develops the sport on the global scene.<br /><br />Some fun facts:<br />*To determine which side serves first, a shuttlecock is served and wherever the shuttlecock is pointing, that side begins.<br />*When playing repeated matches between the same players, each individual game is called a “rubber.”<br />*The most powerful stroke in Badminton is the “smash”, whereby a player hits the shuttlecock in an overhand manner, smashing it to the court just over the net. The world record for the fastest recorded game-time smash belongs to Fu Haifeng of China, whose shuttlecock was clocked at 206 miles per hour.Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-59384735752924076142010-05-18T10:37:00.000-07:002010-05-18T10:39:56.768-07:00How It Happened<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UvUMajqUMNCgaogEFea_blcnHMmDsLNg_-mpyFs9qCz5oeFYUQ1UJaD70iFwSLE0yed66F90iscw5r1UKUjxiZrE9ZJe4-zc5NJ9yUGIiACKUIbqLGjeNTzgQEv5S_5LMpjbFp2si1y1/s1600/mountain.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 77px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UvUMajqUMNCgaogEFea_blcnHMmDsLNg_-mpyFs9qCz5oeFYUQ1UJaD70iFwSLE0yed66F90iscw5r1UKUjxiZrE9ZJe4-zc5NJ9yUGIiACKUIbqLGjeNTzgQEv5S_5LMpjbFp2si1y1/s200/mountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472666163762845746" /></a><br />It was a sunny, summer day in Paradise (nine years ago today!). He was tall (still is) and dressed all in black (I like to think I’ve improved his wardrobe). He was smoking (yick). I had no idea that one week later I would be falling madly in love with him and that before the year was out we would be married. <br /><br />He was immediately useful. I promptly locked myself out of my dorm room (in the men’s dorm?!) and he helped me find someone to let me back in. And he lent me his copy of Hitchhiker’s Guide, which I’d been meaning to read for ages. He organized games of Trivial Pursuit in the evenings (when in doubt, “Abraham Lincoln” is always a good guess). <br /><br />One week after our initial meeting, we went on our first date (summer romances have short timelines). We caught the shuttle down the mountain into the big city of Ashford, WA (population: 267). We walked and talked (at the same time!), stopping in at the General Store for a snack. He bought me a popsicle (multi-colored, but NOT red, white, and blue!) which we shared as we walked back to the shuttle to catch a ride back up to Paradise. All I remember about the ride back up the mountain is that I was trying desperately to get up the nerve to hold his hand. I was smitten (still am).<br /><br />That was how it happened.Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-15553539356749745552010-05-05T11:48:00.000-07:002010-05-05T11:57:37.649-07:00Picasso is not my friendMy first 12 hours in Vienna were not very excellent. First we got lost trying to find the hotel in the dark after traveling by train from Hungary, then we slept (I was jet-lagged and kept waking up), then we went out into the beautiful Viennese morning and visited a Picasso exhibit at the Albertina. Not so great. Picasso is not one of those painters who painted just a few very good paintings. He painted a million paintings*, many of them less than awesome. After spending the morning looking at Picasso's strange rendition of sex in painting after painting after painting, I was ready to not eat lunch and go do something less disturbing. Luckily, Vienna had a lot more in store. All told, it is one of my very favorite cities.<br /><br />This week, Picasso's "Nude, Green Leaves and Bust" sold at auction for a record $106.5 million. This one, I like. Not that it's worth that much, but at least is isn't disturbing to look at just after breakfast. : )<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRq0jXX_GU9j7LFRT1gTcTOlDND2AdJbOoWzSE_WgRwOhuq5KlIGOY7zE-jPj0CMylkepIt0YCg3lCgrh6MdooAff55G06ZA8zTCVaksiE_14U-NeGaoBPus2aQtRSidy8d9k9iMkvtvx/s1600/Picasso.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRq0jXX_GU9j7LFRT1gTcTOlDND2AdJbOoWzSE_WgRwOhuq5KlIGOY7zE-jPj0CMylkepIt0YCg3lCgrh6MdooAff55G06ZA8zTCVaksiE_14U-NeGaoBPus2aQtRSidy8d9k9iMkvtvx/s400/Picasso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467861958415648978" /></a><br /><br /><br />*Possible slight exaggerationJillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137728680632259994.post-29199551695178471992010-03-30T13:20:00.000-07:002010-03-30T17:25:37.792-07:00The Longer I Blog, the Crazier I Get...This is what brought it on:<br />The <a href="http://thebloggess.com/">Bloggess </a>(an avid blogger and twitterer (tweeter?)) started a bit of a ruckus yesterday when she randomly wondered what would happen if she started a random 15-minute zombie apocalypse over twitter. Well, results are <a href="http://thebloggess.com/?p=6334">here</a>. Such fun!<br /><br />In any case, it made me wonder if maybe I was missing something by not being a twitter-ite (twit? twitterererer?). So. I signed up. My twitterific name is thinklikeajill. Wouldn't let me have any more characters than that. Also, I have no followers.<br /><br />For any readers who live in a cave somewhere, I should explain that Twitter is a social networking program that allows you to post 140-character updates around the clock. Anyone who wants to regularly read your updates would be a "follower". Twitter came to be in 2006. It was the result of a brainstorm session (isn't everything?) of Odeo company and was initially called "Status" and then "Twitch" before they settled on "Twitter" (seriously--they used a thesaurus). <br /><br />I'll keep you updated on how this little social experiment goes.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Mnzq-udakEyTYh_Kpq5FIwjg5Q42xTt-f6NTUzoXfj4fCa5H0txcU8GZ8wYSwKlXWj86QRLGzXRJRz_wqXBDa7vYTTobRstUcpLfF28ZUj8oSe5OeHkHvH5ZRiZ9-4AY46qPKCGd0gdr/s1600/220px-Failwhale.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Mnzq-udakEyTYh_Kpq5FIwjg5Q42xTt-f6NTUzoXfj4fCa5H0txcU8GZ8wYSwKlXWj86QRLGzXRJRz_wqXBDa7vYTTobRstUcpLfF28ZUj8oSe5OeHkHvH5ZRiZ9-4AY46qPKCGd0gdr/s400/220px-Failwhale.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454529328270207170" /></a><br />Above: The Twitter FailWhale. This image comes up on your screen whenever Twitter's servers are so overwhelmed with tweets, they just can't take it any more.Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807847124194744339noreply@blogger.com12