Friday, November 26, 2010

What I made for Thanksgiving

22lb Turkey with homemade stuffing.

5lb ranch mashed potatoes. Unfortunately, Newman's ranch dressing doesn't work as well as Hidden Valley for this particular purpose.

Sweet potatoes with marshmallows toasted on top. Not sure of the exact quantity, but it was 8 large yams. To be fair, Kraig did the mashing and seasoning for both sets of potatoes.

Greenbean casserole. 4lb of beans and three cans of cripsy onions and cream of mushroom soup.

Homemade cranberry sauce. This was to die for. 1 bag of fresh cranberries, 3/4 cup sugar, 1 cup water, 2 tbsp orange juice, 1 tbsp each lemon and lime juice. Bring water and sugar to a boil, stir in berries and simmer until appropriately mushy. Mix in juices. This will come out rather tart, so add some more sugar if you like it sweet.

Orange and ginger glazed carrots. Recipe from the NYTimes. Kind of wishing I'd just made the traditional brown sugar glaze, but the fresh grated ginger gave it a nice kick.

Butternut squash soup. Recipe courtesy of Chris Towle. I actually made this a day ahead of time because it is seriously messy and keeps/reheats well. Fortunately, I'm getting more coordinated with the blender and did not end up with orange spatters all over the walls this time.

Apple Cobbler with vanilla ice cream. I'm using the recipe from the Better Homes and Gardens cookbook, except that the original topping was SO boring, so I added extra cinnamon and some nutmeg. Problem solved :)

Kraig made gravy and I also had canned cranberry sauce and rolls.

We started the turkey at around 10:30 am and I was cooking pretty constantly until everything was ready around 4:30 pm. I spent most of the morning cleaning greenbeans and peeling the potatoes, and then started on the cranberry sauce, which needs to cool to room temperature and then be refrigerated. Things got pretty crazy at the end when we had both sets of potatoes boiling on the stove as well the carrots simmering, the apples cooking, the turkey coming out of the oven, and me trying to start the cobbler topping all at the same time. Conclusion: Kraig and I need a bigger kitchen with two ovens and a larger cooktop.

Everything was really delicious and I have a TON of leftovers :) Success! Now to NOT go shopping today.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Happy New Year!

I just had an interesting exchange with a student that has prompted my rumination on the topic of calculators. In summary, he had thought that it was my own perversity that students aren't allowed to use calculators on their exams. I assured him that it was a department-wide standard, excepting the more advanced classes that use MatLab or the like. He had also mentioned that he had discussed it with his mother, who is also a math teacher.

It makes me wonder where this reliance on calculators really comes from. Admittedly, lots of students have trouble with arithmetic. But I feel like it's because they rely on calculators so much.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Mid-semester Thursday Evening

Dinner is eaten, cats are played with, now time to work on my lecture for tomorrow. Maybe some DVR'ed Olympics if I finish that before falling asleep on my keyboard.

Tomorrow should be a good day: 9:30 appointment at Health Services to hopefully get something to help my face, followed by Roseann's ballet class at Dance Complex, office hour and then teaching at Tufts. Lastly, I'm meeting up with at least one, but hopefully two, of my bffs for shoe shopping and cosmetics hunting.

A food critique: I can only describe the smell of Trader Joe's frozen mixed seafood as "c***-ish," and not in a good way. Scratch that one of the list of dinner short-cuts.

Kraig surprised me with purple tulips today. A+

Friday, November 27, 2009

Fabulous (ultimately geeky) Quiz!!!

If I were a Springer-Verlag Graduate Text in Mathematics, I would be Frank Warner's Foundations of Differentiable Manifolds and Lie Groups.

I give a clear, detailed, and careful development of the basic facts on manifold theory and Lie Groups. I include differentiable manifolds, tensors and differentiable forms. Lie groups and homogenous spaces, integration on manifolds, and in addition provide a proof of the de Rham theorem via sheaf cohomology theory, and develop the local theory of elliptic operators culminating in a proof of the Hodge theorem. Those interested in any of the diverse areas of mathematics requiring the notion of a differentiable manifold will find me extremely useful.

Which Springer GTM would you be? The Springer GTM Test

Monday, November 2, 2009

A few things that are stressing me out right now...

... so I can stop thinking about them because they are right there in front of me:

1) presentation Nov 14/15 that was once two months away and is now (less than!!!!) two weeks away.

2) figuring out the program that makes slides for said presentation.

3) unfinished bathroom.

4) general clutter and upheaval caused by the unfinished bathroom (for a while I couldn't get to my vacuum cleaner because the bathroom sink was in front of that particular closet. The sink has since been pulled far enough away from the closet to get the vacuum out).

5) $$$$$ (always).

6) making hotel and flight reservations for my cousin's wedding in December.

7) planning bf's birthday party Nov 20th. Mostly trying to figure out if it's worth the $$$ to rent the hall for the party, ie will more people show up than will fit in my apartment. Alternately, is it worth it to not have to stress about finishing the bathroom before then? I am leaning towards "yes" on both of these.

8) am I forgetting something that was stressing me out before and has now fallen off my list of things to stress about? Probably, but this list has out-lived its usefulness as a de-stressor, and will now end...

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Success

So far this week I've made lentil soup, a meatloaf, and baked macaroni and cheese from scratch.

Caught a random episode (two actually) of Bones tonight and got to see David Boreanaz walking around pants-less in a button up. Pretty sure he was wearing briefs. Hells yeah!

Week 4

Just had a big wave of missing everyone. Wish I could take a month and travel around visiting people. Sigh... Thinking of you, mystery reader.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Sunshine Day!

It's sunny. I'm wearing a pink pleated miniskirt. The world is a happy place again :)

Friday, June 26, 2009

Rain, Rain, Go Away

I just thought of a beautiful analogy. It stems from my growing frustration with the quality of math education in high schools. I've come in contact with a large range of high school, middle school, and elementary school students lately while tutoring at Sylvan, and with every student I meet, I am less impressed. My overall impression is that these students are being taught by people who have barely begun to comprehend real mathematics for themselves.

My analogy: the mathematics that the majority of college graduates learn is comparable to learning to do a paint by number. There is no sophistication, there is no why, there is no reflection.

I don't blame high school students for hating math. I only liked it because it was easy and I liked patterns. They're being taught to fit shaped pegs into the proper holes by people who tell them that the red block goes in the second hole from the left, without mentioning that they have the same number of sides. I have seen so many lightbulbs go on once I explain something from the bottom up.

So for those of you who "don't like math," you don't know math unless you at least have a respect for the ordered beauty of pure logic.

It's also been raining for the past two and a half weeks.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

World, world, go away...

I was finally over the flu. I'd spent a week catching up on my work and sleep, and was starting to feel halfway sane. I was on the way to take my first full ballet class since surgery, the paperwork for which I think has finally been straightened out after about a month on the phone with insurance companies.

Then the guy in front of me decides not to be assertive merging into the Concord rotary, stops halfway into an intersection, and I rear-end him while watching incoming traffic. Now I have more confusing paperwork to fill out and mail, and I end up with higher monthly car insurance payments. Like I'm not broke enough already.

Fantabulous. Just the way I wanted to finish off my spring break.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Spring Break!

Hey all,

I am finally on spring break and am very excited/relieved about it. This semester is a bit on the crazy packed side. I'm "taking" 4 classes, teaching a math class, teaching ballet, and, of course, trying to work on my research for my dissertation. When I say that I'm "taking" 4 classes, what I really mean is that I am attending the classes and will be doing a presentation for most of them. I don't do homework anymore, so at least I'm not bogged down with all of that. But the classes themselves take up a decent amount of time. And I do occasionally do reading for them.

I'm not upset to be busy again. It's how I spent the majority of my life up until a few years ago, and there is a part of me that functions best when I am over-scheduled and just have to keep going 24/7. I do like being able to sleep in, play with my cats, and generally chill out every once in a while, though.

I think my saving grace this semester is that I am not doing the spring Dance Prism show. I miss everyone, but I am really glad that I get my weekends to myself. And honestly, I don't like performing, especially ballet. It's stressful and the costumes always make me feel like I need to diet (sometimes I do, sometimes I don't, but on the whole, fuck that shit). My last year of college I really made an effort not to schedule things on the weekends. It gave me some time to myself, but mostly served as time when I knew I was free to do all the random stuff that didn't fit into a busy week. I think I need to make that my policy again; no regularly scheduled weekend activities.

I had my phone interview with the Johns Hopkins CTY program this morning, who I want to teach for this summer. I have no idea if it went well. I think so. They'll be getting back to me in a week or two. I really hope I get a position. I don't even care where at this point. Once I sat down and started planning the enrichment course I realized that I really really want a chance to teach it. I'm being considered to teach a class called "Individually Paced Math Sequence," which is exactly what it sounds like. I think the class basically consists of the students doing their own work while I walk around and answer questions. Not hugely challenging. I get 45 minutes every day to do "enrichment material," which is supposed to be something that they can all manage. I decided to do some very elementary group theory, which really is not as complicated as it sounds. Mostly they will be working with cutout squares, circles and triangles.

I am also going to Bates Dance Festival this summer. If I get hired by CTY, I will be away from home for a straight 6 weeks (3 weeks at wherever CTY sends me and then 3 weeks in Maine at Bates). My cats are going to be pissed. But I am super psyched about going to Bates. I don't care if I have to answer phones or whatever for the rest of the summer, as long as I have those three weeks in heaven.

So yeah, that's my life right now. Oh yeah, hip's doing well. I've been to a few dance classes but mostly I've been running. It's actually surprisingly enjoyable. Up until about two months ago, if someone asked me if I wanted to go running, I would reply, "Only if a bear is chasing me." The fact that I actually like running now is rather embarassing. Ah well, we all change as we get older. I have my first physical therapy appointment today at 4 actually. I really hope that I like the PT and that she doesn't make me do exercises that don't really help with what I care about. I suppose I should defer to someone whose career is fixing people's bodies, but the vast majority of physical therapists I've come in contact with have no idea how to deal with dancers. I have actually uttered the phrase, "No, my ankle is supposed to do that..." during a PT session where I was stretching out my thigh by holding onto my foot. They also don't seem to realize that my legs have to go all the way up/back/to the side. This office is supposed to be good for non-sport athletes (ie gymnasts, dancers). So here's hoping.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Theraband Care

When I googled "theraband care," I failed to find any websites with useful information. As a result of my own experimentation, however, I have found a solution that I would like to share.

I have a light grey theraband that I got in college that is now somewhat grubby and sticky. I tried washing it, thinking that the dirt and stuff on it would make it sticky, but that only made it worse (and did not get rid of the dirt streaks). The solution I found is to rub baby powder into the band - I didn't really have to rub the powder "in," just coat the band with a thin layer. I imagine that talc would work just as well. I get some powder on my hands when I use it now, but for the most part it's back to new. And it smells nice (no more feet smell!).

So there, hope that's useful...

PS- I get my stitches out tomorrow!

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Gimp post!

Happy New Year everyone! Sorry I haven't posted for over a month. December was a black hole of busy. Nutcracker performances went off practically without a hitch, despite a plethora of sprained ankles (5 or 6 people, including myself?) and other various injuries. Kraig and I also spent about a week doing the family/friend holiday thing.

Since then, I had a party on New year's eve and surgery on the labral tear in my hip. So far so good: I am up and walking around and generally not in pain (though the band-aids that I keep covering my stitches with itch like hell!). I feel like I must be recovering quickly since my follow-up with the surgeon isn't until next Friday but I am already climbing flights of stairs with relatively little trouble and occasionally finding my leg in positions that I wasn't aware of putting it in. I'm still a little leary of rotating my hip open too far (think sitting cross-legged) but I've managed to rotate my knee open past the point where it hurt pre-surgery, and with no sharp pain. As long as there isn't much for scar tissue, I think I'm good to go.

I am, however, a bit torn about actually going to a PT for recovery. My sensible side knows that of course I have to go to a PT! One does after surgery! But then my thrifty, impulsive side reasons that it probably wouldn't be all that helpful: I havn't lost much muscle in my leg since I was only off of it for a few days, I already know a buttload of strengthening exercises, and I'm very aware of the difference between good pain and bad pain. Plus they are so freaking expensive, even with health insurance. Except for the lady who diagnosed my hip (she's moved to another practice a bit too far away), I have had only mediocre experiences with PT's. I figure that I will discuss this with the surgeon, he will tell me to see a PT, and I will make up my mind based on anything new he can add to my reasoning.

PS- I'd like everyone to give Kraig a big hug next time they see him, because he's been just wonderful helping me through all the post-op stuff. I was so out of it after surgery at the hospital, they didn't even bother talking to me anymore, they just told him all of the post-op instructions.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Whimsy

When I took Holly to the vet a lady there asked me if I'd been in an accident because of my excessive ace bandaging. I've eschewed wrapping my wrist since my ace bandage is too thick for wrists and I think that it is making my thumb hurt. I've decided that my thumb is more important than my wrist (or practically anything, since it's what makes opening doors possible. haha Gabby).


I usually press zero repeatedly until I get a person:


My ankle's doing better and with any luck I won't have trouble doing barre on Wednesday. It doesn't have a choice about dancing on Saturday and Sunday.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Strange week...

I sprained my ankle last night leaving Dance On. I think I stepped on a rock and it made my ankle roll. It freaking killed. I managed to drive home (only time I've regretted driving stick - left ankle) but couldn't get up the stairs to my apartment. Kraig had to come carry me. I slept with it up on a stack of pillows (ie didn't sleep much) and it seems to have done the trick. I am almost walking normally again, though it still hurts. I have a week and a half before I have to throw myself around on pointe shoes. Let's see if I'm still as resilient as I was in high school.

I've also had a bone moving around in my left wrist for a while. My chiropractor adjusted it Monday and I've been wrapping it in an ace bandage since then to keep from using it much. I feel like I've been hit by a bus or something; I'm all bandaged up.

Holly

is very fluffy and has issues with the fur on her bum getting matted. She is currently shut in the bathroom with food, water, a litter pan and a towel to sleep on so that she doesn't scoot herself around the house and make a mess. She has a grooming appointment for tomorrow.

The strange thing is that Gabby

doesn't seem to mind that she's missing her sister, and is acting much happier than she has in a while. I think I might have to shut Holly up every once in a while so that Gabby can assert some dominance. Any ideas? Gabby actually had a decent sized scrape on her neck recently that I assume is from sparring with Holly.

Anyways, back to grading. I'm doing the lecture tomorrow too, and it's going to be weird handing back the homeworks myself. Fortunately I haven't been too much of a bitch on this one!

Friday, November 14, 2008

Damnit

When I throw my hair up in a clip, it looks a little too much like Sarah Palin's coif. Annoyance...

I might have to dye it red for a while.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Mood swings and seasonal update

Hi everyone. Been a while...

I am definitely tired of this whole grad school thing. 3 consecutive sucky summers is more than enough and I hope that I find some gainful employment for next summer. I'm looking already. It's gotten to the point where I am so generally frustrated that any minor issue will be upsetting enough that I have trouble working for the next couple of days. Unfortunately with math, if your brain isn't functioning particularly well due to emotions, lack of sleep, or extreme stress, you can't work because you can't think. Fortunately, my next deadlines aren't until next spring, but I still need to get a hell of a lot done before then.



For anyone that I haven't told yet, because I guess that my communication skills are sub-par lately, I am having hip surgery on January 8th. I have a labral tear in my right hip from falling on my ass this summer and a surgeon is going to go in and trim it a bit so that it's smooth. I'm supposed to be walking a few days after the surgery and it's a standard 6-8 week recovery. I am actually looking forward to some enforced downtime and pampering. I am especially looking forward to my hip not hurting anymore.



I think that I am probably sinking into my usual cycle of seasonal depression. The days are short and getting colder. I find myself not wanting to leave the house because of the effort involved in bundling up. I am working on updating my winter wardrobe though. I need to swing by TJMaxx and find some thick tights to wear under skirts and boots. I have a bit of an aversion to them since I had to wear them in grade school under dresses, but I can probably avoid the pilly, bunchy, worn-out cotton tights that I remember and detest.

I know, gloom and misery. I hope the pictures help. I'll try to update when I have something cheery to relate.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

I love this

The New York Times
September 11, 2008
Op-Ed Columnist

In the Seventh Year

And in the seventh year after the fall, the dust and debris of the towers cleared. And it became plain at last what had been wrought.

For the wreckage begat greed; and it came to pass that while America’s young men and women fought, other Americans enriched themselves. Beguiling the innocent, they did backdate options, and they did package toxic mortgage securities and they did reprice risk on the basis that it no more existed than famine in a fertile land.

Thereby did the masters of the universe prosper, with gold, with silver shekels, with land rich in cattle and fowl, with illegal manservants and maids, with jewels and silk, and with Gulfstream V business jets; yet the whole land did not prosper with them. And it came to pass, when the housing bubble burst, that Main Street had to pay for the Wall Street party.

For Bush ruled over the whole nation and so sure was he of his righteousness that he did neglect husbandry.

And he took his nation into desert wars and mountain wars, but, lo, he thought not to impose taxation, not one heifer nor sheep nor ox did Bush demand of the rich. And it came to pass that the nation fell into debt as boundless as the wickedness of Sodom. For everyone, Lehman not least, was maxed out.

So heavy was the burden of war, and of bailing out Fannie and Freddie, and of financing debt with China, that not one silver shekel remained to build bridges, nor airports, nor high-speed trains, nor even to take care of wounded vets; and the warriors returning unto their homes from distant combat thought a blight had fallen on the land.

So it was in the seventh year after the fall of the towers. And still Bush did raise his hands to the Lord and proclaim: “I will be proved right in the end!”

And around the whole earth, which had stood with America, there arose a great trouble, for it seemed to peoples abroad that a great nation, rich in flocks and herds and land and water, had been cast among thorns and Philistines; its promise betrayed, its light dimmed, its armies stretched, its budget broken, its principles compromised, its dollar diminished.

And it came to pass that this profligate nation, drinking oil with insatiable thirst, could not cure itself of this addiction, and so its wealth was transferred to other nations that did not always wish it well.

Wherefore the balance of power in the world was altered in grievous ways, and new centers of authority arose, and they were no more persuaded by democracy than was the Pharaoh.

For Bush ruled over the whole nation, and so sure was he of his righteousness that he did neglect the costs of wanton consumption. And he believed that if the Lord created fossil fuel, fossil fuel must flow without end, as surely as the grape will yield wine.

Therefore, in the seventh year after the fall, with 1,126 of the slain still unidentified, their very beings rendered unto dust, their souls inhabiting the air of New York, it seemed that one nation had become two; and loss, far from unifying the people, had sundered the nation.

For the rich, granted tax breaks more generous than any blessing, grew richer, and incomes in the middle ceased to rise, and workers saw jobs leaving the land for that region called Asia. And some fought wars while others shopped; and some got foreclosed while others got clothes. And still Bush spake but few listened.

Behold, so it was in the seventh year, and it seemed that America was doubly smitten, from without and within.

And, lo, a strange thing did come to pass. For as surely as the seasons do alternate, so the ruler and party that have brought woe to a nation must give way to others who can lead their people to plenty. How can the weary, flogged ass bear honey and balm and almonds and myrrh?

Yet many Americans believed the exhausted beast could still provide bounty. They did hold that a people called the French was to blame. They did accuse a creation called the United Nations. They did curse the ungodly sophisticates of Gotham and Hollywood and sinful Chicago; and, lo, they proclaimed God was on their side, and carried a gun, and Darwin was bunk, and truth resided in Alaska.

For Bush ruled over the whole nation and so sure was he of his righteousness that he did foster division until it raged like a plague. Each tribe sent pestilence on the other.

And in the seventh year after the fall, the dust and debris of the towers cleared. And it became plain at last what had been wrought — but not how the damage would be undone.

Friday, August 29, 2008

Feel free to comment, but don't tell me your views

I think that I have decided that I don't want to know or discuss other people's political views until the election is over.
Because if they differ much from my own, I just don't want to be friends with that person. And if they don't differ, then there is no point in talking about it.

Barack '08

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Get your skinny ass to the gym!

This article caught my attention, and I am not surprised, but it makes me glad. Maybe I'll throw out my scale after all...

Better to Be Fat and Fit Than Skinny and Unfit
By TARA PARKER-POPE
Published: August 18, 2008
New York Times

Often, a visit to the doctor’s office starts with a weigh-in. But is a person’s weight really a reliable indicator of overall health?

Increasingly, medical research is showing that it isn’t. Despite concerns about an obesity epidemic, there is growing evidence that our obsession about weight as a primary measure of health may be misguided.

Last week a report in The Archives of Internal Medicine compared weight and cardiovascular risk factors among a representative sample of more than 5,400 adults. The data suggest that half of overweight people and one-third of obese people are “metabolically healthy.” That means that despite their excess pounds, many overweight and obese adults have healthy levels of “good” cholesterol, blood pressure, blood glucose and other risks for heart disease.

At the same time, about one out of four slim people — those who fall into the “healthy” weight range — actually have at least two cardiovascular risk factors typically associated with obesity, the study showed.

To be sure, being overweight or obese is linked with numerous health problems, and even in the most recent research, obese people were more likely to have two or more cardiovascular risk factors than slim people. But researchers say it is the proportion of overweight and obese people who are metabolically healthy that is so surprising.

“We use ‘overweight’ almost indiscriminately sometimes,” said MaryFran Sowers, a co-author of the study and professor of epidemiology at the University of Michigan. “But there is lots of individual variation within that, and we need to be cognizant of that as we think about what our health messages should be.”

The data follow a report last fall from researchers at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and the National Cancer Institute showing that overweight people appear to have longer life expectancies than so-called normal weight adults.

But many people resist the notion that people who are overweight or obese can be healthy. Several prominent health researchers have criticized the findings from the C.D.C. researchers as misleading, noting that mortality statistics don’t reflect the poor quality of life and suffering obesity can cause. And on the Internet, various blog posters, including readers of the Times’s Well blog, have argued that the data are deceptive, masking the fact that far more overweight and obese people are at higher cardiovascular risk than thin people.

Part of the problem may be our skewed perception of what it means to be overweight. Typically, a person is judged to be of normal weight based on body mass index, or B.M.I., which measures weight relative to height. A normal B.M.I. ranges from 18.5 to 25. Once B.M.I. reaches 25, a person is viewed as overweight. Thirty or higher is considered obese.

“People get confused by the words and the mental image they get,” said Katherine Flegal, senior research scientist at the C.D.C.’s National Center for Health Statistics. “People may think, ‘How could it be that a person who is so huge wouldn’t have health problems?’ But people with B.M.I.’s of 25 are pretty unremarkable.”

Several studies from researchers at the Cooper Institute in Dallas have shown that fitness — determined by how a person performs on a treadmill — is a far better indicator of health than body mass index. In several studies, the researchers have shown that people who are fat but can still keep up on treadmill tests have much lower heart risk than people who are slim and unfit.

In December, a study in The Journal of the American Medical Association looked at death rates among 2,600 adults 60 and older over 12 years. Notably, death rates among the overweight, those with a B.M.I. of 25 to 30, were slightly lower than in normal weight adults. Death rates were highest among those with a B.M.I. of 35 or more.

But the most striking finding was that fitness level, regardless of body mass index, was the strongest predictor of mortality risk. Those with the lowest level of fitness, as measured on treadmill tests, were four times as likely to die during the 12-year study than those with the highest level of fitness. Even those who had just a minimal level of fitness had half the risk of dying compared with those who were least fit.

During the test, the treadmill moved at a brisk walking pace as the grade increased each minute. In the study, it didn’t take much to qualify as fit. For men, it meant staying on the treadmill at least 8 minutes; for women, 5.5 minutes. The people who fell below those levels, whether fat or thin, were at highest risk.

The results were adjusted to control for age, smoking and underlying heart problems and still showed that fitness, not weight, was most important in predicting mortality risk.

Stephen Blair, a co-author of the study and a professor at the Arnold School of Public Health at the University of South Carolina, said the lesson he took from the study was that instead of focusing only on weight loss, doctors should be talking to all patients about the value of physical activity, regardless of body size.

“Why is it such a stretch of the imagination,” he said, “to consider that someone overweight or obese might actually be healthy and fit?”