Saturday, May 12, 2012

The fives: number 0

In just a few days, I am turning 25. I really like the number 25. It has a square root (√25=5), it's the value of one of our coins, it's a quarter of 100. It's not evenly divisible by 2, but I am okay with that.
Another reason I like the number 25 is because it breaks down into such nice groups of five. Five of them. And if you skip count, you can hit all of them (5,10,15,20,25). I thought it might be nice to skip count through my life...

Today, I will start with the number 0. I'm not sure if that's cheating or not, but I'm going to start with the day I was born. I was a few weeks early, my parents were not quite expecting me to burst onto the planet so soon! I don't have too many memories of this (as in zero), but I'm going to try to include some pictures for each age. Here are some pictures of baby me.
There I am!

With mom!

My mom worked very hard to get that sweet point going on my hair. Maybe I will repeat this hairstyle.

CSA: Week 1

Hmm. I was kind of hoping my last post would lead to some comments about what beautiful books I should read next... oh well. I'm sure I will find some. I accidentally joined some book social network thing... I might have to figure it out. 

This is just a quick post for now... my super-duper awesome roommate and I got ourselves a CSA for the summer. CSA stands for community supported agriculture. Basically we contacted a local farmer with a CSA program and agreed to pay in advance for a share of produce. Obviously this is pretty great for the farmer. They get the cash beforehand in order to buy seeds, compost, or whatever else they need. But it's also pretty great for us because since we paid for it up front, we now get what feels like free produce for the rest of the season (until OCTOBER!). Being special insiders, we get the "first fruits" at a cheaper rate than we would have at the farmers' market. Our CSA is super awesome because the farm we have not only has delish organic vegetables, but also free range eggs and fruit!

Here's a picture of our first week's haul:
The bag at the top of the table is lettuce. I think next week we get strawberries. I will keep you posted!

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Se busca: libros bellos

[photo: from the book collection of one of the oldest Protestant churches in southern Spain]

When I was little, I loved going to the library. The public library was just across a non-major street from my elementary school. Once every few weeks, we’d walk over there. Initially we would listen to a story from the short-haired librarian whose soft, low voice gave me goosebumps and just made you want to be quiet. (Side note: I wonder if she’s still working there... I might have to make a trip.)
Later, we were released to pick out books to read. I knew exactly where to go: The Boxcar Children. Once I finished those, I headed for the Nancy Drew series. After I finished the Nancy Drew series, I meandered around the Nancy Drew area. In fourth grade, my school bought another building farther away from the library and my library visits mostly ended. Which was okay, because I was a little lost after having read most of the books in the few sections I frequented.
Where do you gravitate when you enter a library or a bookstore? My mom makes a beeline for the magazines, as she is a visual reader and likes to SEE what she’s reading about. Some people hit up the music section. Especially around high school. I definitely hit up the music/ DVD section in high school. For awhile, I would browse the theology/ faith section, and later the psychology area.
In recent days, I have found myself a little bit lost when I enter the library. When I take my two tutoring kids, we go to the Spanish section and then to the easy children’s books. Today, however, was different. Today I went to the library alone. I didn’t have anything on hold, and there was no Spanish section. (Seriously?! No Spanish section?)
I found myself perusing the recent releases, and later the poetry and fiction sections, but I didn’t find anything I wanted to check out except Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendack. The section I wanted to go to simply does not exist at my local library. Or any library for that matter.
If I could create a section full of books I wanted to read, it would not be brimming with Nancy Drew mysteries or even Sherlock Holmes mysteries (which I recently devoured with great gusto and remembered why I am severely near-sighted.) No, if I could create a section of books, I would fill it with books that are strikingly beautiful. Fictional stories like The Help or Anne of Green Gables or maybe even a few mysteries or nonfictional stories of people on journeys like Eat, Pray, Love. Books that make me laugh out loud by authors like Anne Lamott and Spanish and English children’s stories. Literature for adolescents, such as Seed Folk. I’d fill this section with books that I could sit down and read until my eyes hurt and my head spun from being transported to another place and time and then coming back to reality; and I’d fill it with books that made me slow down to digest each tiny bite of wisdom like The Novice by Thich Naht Hanh or Everything Belongs by Richard Rohr. Of course I’d intersperse some pop psychology or sociology like The Blue Zones and some poetry like that of Ted Kooser; but mostly, I’d want to read stories. Beautiful stories. Like Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers or The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo
So. There is no section like this in the library. That is okay. I will go about weaving a section with epic tales of Narnia, children’s books like HabrĂ­a Que and The Shadow Spinner, and more that I have yet to discover...