Showing posts with label Sacramento. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sacramento. Show all posts

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Time to get rid of more shit.

This may or may not be the first in a series of posts of stuff I'm getting rid of. After a hectic couple of months (years?), I finally have time and incentive to sit down and go through some more boxes.

There is a part of me that enjoys the memories that some of this stuff stirs up, and there is a much larger part of me that cannot believe I've been dragging this crap around the continent. In this case, since 1987 (okay, my long suffering mother held onto these for a while. THX, MOM!)


These are first place ribbons from a single season of swim team, 1987. For the record and posterity, there are:
5: backstroke (this was my best stroke)
3: freestyle
1: breaststroke (I'm honestly baffled by this one)
3: freestyle relay
3: medley relay

And one from 1986:
1: freestyle, heat winner at championships.
This was after another swimmer's parents told me to breathe less, and I learned to do the 25 yard freestyle at a sprint without breathing.

Thursday, December 03, 2015

More library love. And some of my politics leak out.

Some of you already know these stories, but here are a few highlights of my nearly lifelong love of libraries.

1) It starts with books. Of course, right? Pretty much every day (that it wasn't raining) on my walk to school, all through the first through eighth grade, I read a book while walking to school.

2) In middle school (seventh and eighth grades) I volunteered in the school library. I had a contest in the seventh grade with another library volunteer to see who could read more books (in a quarter, I think?), as proven by our library checkout cards. Which were paper, with handwritten titles and authors, and a date stamp. It was tight for a while, but I pulled ahead and ultimately won by reading the entire Louis L'Amour collection. Yes: our little library absurdly dedicated nearly an entire bookcase to spaghetti western, and we had nearly all ~100 L'Amour books that had been published.

2a) I didn't know it until just now, but L'Amour died that June as I was finishing the 7th grade. This apparently wasn't sufficiently newsworthy for the Sacramento Bee, or the Sacramento Union (a shitty little reactive right wing rag of a daily newspaper that I delivered as a kid, which one journalist described as “a mouthpiece for the fundamentalist Christian right, preoccupied with abortion, homosexuals and creationism.”)

3) I first started hanging out at the Belle Cooledge branch of the Sacramento Public Library during that time as well.

3a)  Belle Cooledge was Sacramento's first female mayor, elected in 1947. That's pretty cool that my first public library was named after her. She was also an active member of the Daughters of the American Revolution, a historically racist organization that denied membership to otherwise eligible women because they were African American until 1977. That's not cool. Well, at least they sneaked in just ahead of the Mormons admitting African American men to full "Sainthood" in 1978.

3b) But let's not stray too far afield here. Even though I do, as my readers know, consider public libraries to be temples of freedom, this is about libraries, not the denial of basic liberties and freedoms. Hmmmm... Wait just one damn minute.

4) I was a Boy Scout, of course also a famously bigoted institution, denying membership to LGBTQ youth until 2013, and LGBTQ adult leaders until July 2015. I know, you're thinking hey, wait, they're solid now, right? Don't clap just yet.) There I go again, ranting about freedom. But, hey, my first Boy Scout troop was housed in a Mormon church, so...

4a) Anyway, as a Boy Scout, I helped with another scout's Eagle Scout Service Project, which was moving every single book from the existing branch of the Belle Cooledge library to the newly built branch a mile away. I loved it. I genuinely loved just about every minute of it.

4b) I later quit the Boy Scouts after a rather contentious summer camp experience where I exacted revenge on the scoutmaster's son and his best friend. They had been consistently bullying a developmentally delayed fellow scout, in really cruel ways. That's a story for another time. Here's the teaser epilogue: from what Creepy Uncle Google can tell me, the best friend doesn't exist anymore (or changed his very unique, very google-able name) and the scoutmaster's son made Eagle Scout, and is now a lighting technician.

5) Forward to high school, where I spent only typical kid amounts of time in the library. Well, that;'s probably not true: a lot of fellow students at my high school, which had a dropout rate of 40-50%, and football team stars and Student Government members openly smoking pot and dropping LSD in the gym bathrooms, probably spent less time in the library than I did.

6) In college, I spent many long hours in the library hanging out with our fantastic college archivist, an assistant director of the library, talking about the school's history. (I also spent many hours hanging out with the director of the facilities and buildings department. Hey, I was am kind of a nerd, okay?) It's a bit of a strange story, but I also had access to the library after closing hours. Kinda. And made good use of it.

7) In law school, I had a work-study job in the law library. It was great. In my first semester I realized that I didn't have to buy the outrageously overpriced textbooks since the law library kept a single one on reference for every course, so I did most of my course reading in the library from there on.

8) That I can think off of the top of my head, I have had public library cards in at least eight different states, and at least twelve different cities.

9) I LOVE LIBRARIES.

10) I LOVE FREEDOM.

11) LIBRARIES = FREEDOM.


Thursday, June 11, 2015

Moving by bike

Hell. Yeah.

Monday, June 08, 2015

96 degrees = let's blow leaves!

But, um, it's a dry heat.

Thursday, June 04, 2015

Leftover surprise!

A wrap I made a couple days ago in Cleveland, given new life in Sacramento.

Thursday, May 07, 2015

More on cargo bikes. And mean, nasty, aggressive people.

So, this started out as a pretty vanilla taking cans to the recycling center trip. I was amused that the photo showed the end of a (long disused) stretch of railroad track just down the street from my elementary school.



Then, less than a block after I took this photo, on a slow residential street, a very angry woman who was having a hard time keeping her mail on top of her car screamed at me (yes: screamed) "IF I WAS A COP, I'D BE HAPPY TO GIVE YOU A TICKET!!!"

I briefly considered my options, mostly stopping to ask "Um... what would you give me a ticket for?" since I genuinely wasn't doing anything wrong, much less anything worthy of a ticket. (Side note: the only thing I could even remotely think of is that she doesn't actually know what California Vehicle Code 23115 says about "rubbish vehicles", since it was absolutely covered and secured in such a way as to prevent anything from falling. I am guessing that she thinks anyone transporting aluminum cans by bicycle is a criminal.)

But I made an almost instantaneous decision to not interact: she struck me as the type of angry nasty aggressive person who might very well pack a personal sized pepper spray.

So I rode on. And went through various possible responses in my head. And tried hard to decide if this was a #driverwhohatescyclists or #driverwhohatespeoplewhomightbehomelesswhorecyclecans sort of thing. In the end, it probably was best to ignore her.

Made me sad for Sacramento, though. Especially since, if we could have had a reasoned conversation, I'm pretty sure I could have explained what I was doing, and why, and that I've lived here at least as long as her, likely longer (p.s. I went to elementary school less than a quarter mile away.)


Sunday, May 03, 2015

Bought six

But only needed five. So a return trip, also by bicycle!

Saturday, May 02, 2015

Cutting board project part two!

Rubbing the silly expensive mineral oil in.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Who says Sacramento has no wildlife?

On my mom's front porch. Reader bonus: can anyone identify the species?

Broccolipalooza!

It's good, and good for you. Yum.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

#adorablethingsoverheardinairports

"And that's why you love me, and I love you."

She looked up from her phone call then, and we had one of those strangers-never-going-to-interact-more mini smiles.

Friday, April 17, 2015

Another project!

A sunshine chicken run. Whee!

Wednesday, April 08, 2015

Green!

And a little bit of red - the prep for pasta sauce. From top left, clockwise:
Celery
Zucchini
Chives
Radish
Green onions
Broccoli (stem)
Broccoli (crowns)
Leeks
Carrots

Tuesday, April 07, 2015

Just how I roll

That's a four foot long raised bed garden. The bike cargo trailer rocked.

More vegan food porn

I'm just outdoing myself today! Sweating the onions with the parsnips and rosemary.

Watercress rocket!

Yeah, it's a rocket made out of greens. Specifically, arugula. Here's an explanation of the etymology of the word that is about equal parts interesting and boring:

http://www.bonappetit.com/test-kitchen/ingredients/article/the-etymology-of-the-word-arugula

This is my second prep-heavy soup in as many days. Yesterday was a big pot of black bean chipotle orange soup with tofu cilantro cream. Pretty tasty, and it was a big hit with the family: from about 12 quarts, there is less than a quart left.

Sunday, April 05, 2015

Sensory sandbox

Built from 99% scavenged / repurposed materials, for my nephew's birthday.

Thursday, April 02, 2015

Trains and water

Amtrak Berkeley to Sacramento.

Monday, March 16, 2015

Vegan pizzapalooza!

With onions, tofu, cheeze, and garlic. Yum!

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Gardening!

What I'm doing with my convalescence: installing irrigation systems at my mom's house.