My other blog is a Porsche

Forgetting the bad 80s bumper sticker reference, I am now writing for another blog, the Sharpee Salon. Started by a group of four ex-staff of UBC's Lab of Archaeology, it showcases the various craft and non-craft projects we are all working on. Though our little ideas salon started face-to-face, it was forced into the virtual world as we all now live in separate cities. I am really making an effort to both finish the projects I start, and to blog more often, so you should hear more from me both here and there.

Recipe: Macadamia Pesto Sauce

I've had a few people asking for my recipes lately, so in a fit of hubris I decided I'd put them up on my blog for all (lol, all three people who read this) to see.

I've had a go at indoor gardening along a sunny window in our apartment recently. My basil has done quite well, despite the efforts of some eff'ing aphids, so I have been making delicious pesto sauce. Pesto is phenomenally easy to make, and most recipes are pretty simple. However, as much as I like pine nuts in Pesto Sauce, they always seem to be a pain. Either, I don't have them on hand, or they've gone off. Plus I've had some pine nuts that are just yucky, even when fresh, though so far I have avoided "Pine Nut Syndrome". I think that Pesto does need a "nutty" undertone to really make it tasty, but I thought to myself, "why does it have to be pine nuts"? I happened to have some macadamia nut butter on hand, so I gave that a try. It made it lovely and rich. If you want some crunch to your pesto then I recommend throwing in a handful of macadamia nuts as well.

Ingredients:

• Olive Oil, 2-3 tablespoons
• 2 Cloves of garlic, minced
• Approx. 2 Cups fresh basil
• 1 or 2 sprigs of fresh parsley
• 2 tablespoons of macadamia nut butter
• juice of half a lemon
• 1/4 to 1/2 cup of grated parmesan cheese, depending on how cheesy you want it
• salt & pepper to taste
• 10-15 macadamia nuts *optional

Basically you just throw all the ingredients in together in a food processor and blend until smooth. If adding macadamia nuts, I recommend blending everything else until smooth, and then throwing the nuts in at the end and just give them a little blend to preserve their crunchiness.

Pesto is great on all sorts of pasta, you just need to add a couple of tablespoons of pesto per plate of cooked pasta. You don't even need to heat the pesto, it will just absorb the heat of the pasta. Pesto is also great a spread for bruscetta. Just spread pesto sauce on nice french bread, and cover with chopped, ripe tomatoes that have been coated in balsamic vinegar.

Pesto is pretty calorie and fat dense, but as you only need a little bit for a whole meal, it's fine in moderation. Also, both macadamia nut oil and olive oil are two of the healthiest oils you can eat, as both are composed of monounsaturated fats.

Let me know what people think!

Book Review: Snow Crash

Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


I did it! I finally finished this book! I must admit that when I started reading this book, it was headed for five stars. The inventiveness, the foresight, and the creativity that Neil Stephenson had packed into this novel was amazing. It was like he had a time machine into the technology that was to come ten years later.

However, at towards the middle of the book, things started to lag. I found the central point of human language being somehow like computer viruses completely untenable. The extensive amount of time spent on this ancient history of computer viruses almost stopped me from finishing reading the story. In the end, the action picked up again, and I made my way through.

The last niggle I have with this book, one that is ultimately all too common with science fiction, is the poorly written female characters. While better than some others, Stephenson's female characters just don't ring true to me, and that means a book that could have been great is merely good.



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Book Review: Raising an Emotionally Intelligent Child

Raising An Emotionally Intelligent Child by John Gottman

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


My paediatrician recommended this book, saying it really is the best book out for toddlers that are dealing with the new world of emotions. It is an excellent book, and unlike a lot parenting books, very easy to read. It's central point is that it's not enough to just empathise with your children, but it's important to use that empathy to emotionally coach your children. I have started using this emotional coaching technique myself, and it's been a real asset with some of our daughter's occasional moments as a "terrible two". It helps to diffuse a tense situation, and turn it into a learning experience. I cannot recommend this book more.



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"Observances on Early Juvenile Class Structures": or "Holly's First Day of Mini Preschool"

Today Holly started school. No, not kindergarten, nor pre-school or daycare, but "summer fun, two, three". It's basically mini-preschool for an hour and a half, one day a week at the local community centre. It's essentially training wheels for kids who'll be starting preschool, and a taste of what it's like being in a classroom with a STRANGER taking care of them. Holly's only ever been minded by family or friends, so this is a big step for her.

Getting ready this morning, I could see the emotional spectrum she was dealing with. She was very excited to be going to school, but pretty apprehensive about people and things she didn't know. On top of that, the program is held at the same centre where her greatest fear resides: the Noisy Castle. Luckily, the preschool room is at the other end of centre from the rec room with the jumping castle.

We arrived a little early, and went into the foyer of the centre, but as the door to the classroom was locked, we could only look through the window. Holly was jumping with excitement, looking in wonder at all the toys they were putting out; toy kitchens, speedy cars and a great big dollhouse. Finally, some other toddlers arrived, a group of three boys. They evidently knew each other from the spring toddlers' class, and came thundering in, in a way that only two and three year old boys could. Holly, bless her heart, walked up to them, smiled, and said "Hello, my name is Holly", but they just ignored her. At bit disheartening at first, but Holly bounced back when the teacher unlocked the door, and she was allowed into a magical realm of new toys.

I'm sure there are Jungian psychologists out there who can see a child's future career path by what order they are attracted to toys. I'm not sure what to make of her selections. First, the toy kitchen, particularly the plastic-food. Odd, for a girl who not at all interested in the real stuff. Secondly, all the toy cars. Then the wooden shapes with sand in them. Lastly, the dollhouse.

While Holly scoped out the toy landscape, two more little boys came in, and I thought to myself "this is turning into a cocktail sausage fest". Finally the last member of the class arrived, a little Asian girl. I was pretty happy to see her, but a bit disappointed when I heard her mum advise the teacher that "she doesn't speak any English". I couldn't tell if she was Japanese or Korean, but I'll find out next week, so Holly can greet her with either Konnichiwa, or Anyang (two words she's learnt from going to the library).

So they went through the routines of free play, story time, snack time, arts and crafts and finally sing-along. Quite a lot to cram into an hour and a half. As a test, I left the classroom twice. Once for a quick pee, and then another for a fifteen minute trip to the library. Holly seemed to handle it fine, though when I was in the room, I noticed the odd glance from her here and there, just checking that everything was still cool. She heartily joined in all the activities, though she was not all that keen on sing-along, as it came just after arts and crafts, where Holly had discovered this magical new substance called "glue". She handled it very well, artfully decorating her paper fish with lacy tendrils of glue, and carefully placing sequins and shiny pieces of paper so as to not ruin her glue pattern (I hadn't the heart to tell her it will be clear when it dries). During most of sing-along, she just stood, silent, her fingers twitching, while looking with longing at the white jars of glue on the crafts table. However, by the end of class, the Anthropologist in me could see the formation of cliques, even in this young age group. Around the teacher, were the four, white, tough, sporty boys (the Jocks). However, slightly further away, lying down peacefully on the butterfly carpet, were the little Asian girl, a latin-American boy (who had spent 75% of the class clinging to his mother and crying), and Holly.

Yes folks, our future Freaks and Geeks.

No More Workees For Me

Last Thursday afternoon I came home to find an email stating that the contract I supposed had until September had unceremoniously been cancelled, and I was to finish all work and return my security card the very next day. While I was not surprised, I was shocked at the suddenness of it all. Work had been slow and we had been anticipating our project would eventually end, but I had work I was in the middle of, so it was a shock. Of course it is no reflection on me; the entire document processing team was let go, though some got more notice than I.

To make it all more stressful, I am a self-employed contractor, so this means no severance pay and no government employment insurance payout. However, I get my pay six weeks after the month I've worked, meaning I still have pay coming in August. After that things get tight.

I can't say I'll miss my job that much. I found the bureaucracy frustrating, and the IT infrastructure painful. Trying to work from home with a small child is an exercise in futility at the best of times. I did feel I was helping those who had been wronged by the Indian residential schools system, and I definitely added to my research experience, but I am partly relieved to not have to squeeze it into my life anymore. But really now the issue is money. Vancouver is an expensive place, and the three of us on one income will be tough. If I can find another part-time, work-from-home job with flexible hours, I'll be fine, but they're not exactly easy to come by. Holly starts pre-school in January for three hours a day, so that is the only consistant childcare I have in the future. But finding three-hour a day jobs are tough. Plus, we have to pay for the pre-school. Mum has been helping me out with incidental babysitting for me, which has been a big help, but is not enough for me to commit to a job.

So I am pretty much looking at six months as a house-wife. This is really my first time facing primary home-taker-care of duties, as I was offered the research job two months into my mat leave with Holly and could not turn it down. There is a huge psychological difference between being a work-from-home mum and a -stay-at-home mum. Adding to my dilemma, is the mass exodus of wonderful friends out of Vancouver. Most are moving or have moved to a different city (damn you San Francisco!!!), while some have moved to suburbs that are difficult to get to for us (apparently the only parents in Vancouver without a car).

Still, I am trying to take this as an opportunity rather than a set-back. I was lucky to get the work I did when I did. I love spending most of my time taking care of Holly, and now I can have more energy to focus on getting to my seriously lagging behind To-Do List. Now I can catch up on things like writing this blog. I am just finishing a creative writing class at Langara College, which has been wonderful. Last September I took courses in technical writing, and after that I was keen to take a course that let me use adjectives again. I am trying to make room in my life to write everyday. I doubt it will ever pan out professionally, as I know far more talented writers than myself finding it tough to make a living, but for own peace-of-mind, I am keen to get back to something that meant so much to me before I became "grown-up".

Things That Stop Your Toddler From Napping

• Construction noise outside your apartment building
• Construction noise inside your apartment building
• Mystery noise
• Imaginary noise
• Kid is not tired enough
• Kid is overtired
• Kid has a poop on the way
• There's a monster in the closet
• There's a noisy castle in the closet
• Mum has a desperate need to get stuff done while kid sleeps
• There's a important event on later that kid will need to be rested for
• It's a day of the week that ends in "day"

The Colour Formerly Known As Blue

To Holly, it's just called "Anthony".

Old Photos I Love

I love old photographs. They're like little frozen time machines. One of my first jobs after I finishing high school was working in a black & white photolab. It was my favourite thing to print new photos when people brought in old negatives. They were usually found while cleaning out old family belongings. Old negatives are much larger than 35 mm film, and give such amazing details. I find it hard to conceive that the people in these old photos are gone from this world. Now that flickr has so many digitalised repositries of old photos online, we have access to so many of these amazing photos. I'm putting some of my favourites up here.

Old Swedish Farmer and his Dog

The old man has such character, and the dog reminds me of my Dad's amazing dog Angel.



Photo: Swedish National Heritage Board

Catching up on my Flickr

I've got behind in updating my flickr. I was half-way through uploading my Sydney photos and life interrupted. But don't think I'm forsaking Flickr. While I do put the occasional photo or video up on Facebook, Flickr is still my go-to app for photography. The Sydney set is now up and I'm getting through last autumn.

The Academicals

Jaime has submitted his application start a degree at UBC this September, and Holly has been accepted to start Preschool at the Montessori down the street next January. What a family of smarty-pants!

Then & Now #1

Holly Then:


Holly Now:

Obligatory News Years' Resolutions Post

I'm throwing myself headlong into some resolutions this year. Some are old favourites (lose 20 pounds), and some are new. I'm sure that I'm doomed to fail, but I'm going to give it the old college try anyway. So here they are in no particular order:

Resolution #1. Lose 20 pounds.

Yes, this one has been on my to do list for about 20 years now. In fact I really need to lose 50 pounds, but 20 pounds would be a good start. How do I plan to achieve this Herculean task? Well, besides cutting down on chocolate and bread a bit, my diet doesn't need to be changed all that much. My main plan is to exercise more. Which leads into resolution No 2...

Resolution #2. Get back to ballet class.

You wouldn't think it by my rather rubenesque physique, but I am an avid balletomane. I was big on ballet in my mid-teens. I started too late to be a professional dancer (the boobs didn't help either) but I was pretty dedicated anyway. By the time I was 20 I'd had enough injuries that ballet became less regular exercise for me, and I would only drift back to it occasionally. Then four years ago I broke my foot and it healed all wrong, and now my right fifth metatarsal is too short. This means dancing of any kind is very difficult and very painful. But dancing, and ballet in particular, is the only exercise that both my body and mind enjoys, and I miss it greatly. So along with painkillers, and and some orthotics, I plan to get fit for ballet in Barre Fitness class and take beginner ballet classes at the community centre. This leads into resolution #3...

Resolution #3. Do more creative things.

Life as a mum has seriously curtailed "me time" and of course this means creative stuff has gone by the wayside. Who can paint a picture when the dishes need doing, your daughter is clawing at you to play with her and you still have a million hours to make up on your paid research work? Still, this year I will make more time for me. To paint pictures, to play my cello and to get to ballet class.

Resolution #4. Baby # 2: To be or not to be?

So many of my friends have had, or are having, a second child, and everyone keeps asking Jaime and I whether or not we will have a second. We would like to but have so many reservations, money being one huge obstacle. But I'm determined that if we are having another, it will be next year, so by next December I should either be pregnant or have sold off all of Holly's baby cloths and gear. Of course being pregnant makes resolution #1 null and void.

Wish me luck!!!

Comments and cajoles are most welcome